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c0s-lettuce · 2 days ago

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your orbit

steve harrington x reader

synopsis: amidst a night of board games, junk food and extraordinary company, the only thing steve can think about is you.

→ or the deterioration of steve harrington's mind over the course of an evening.

word count: 4.1k

warnings/tags: fem!reader, set around s4 but no upside down, eddie and robin aren't subtle, steve just really loves you, childhood best friends to strangers to friends, one bed but not really ;)

a/n: i love ex bestie steve! i've been wanting to write for him for a while, so hope i did him justice. joe keery favourite white boy frrr. pls forgive any inaccuracies and thanks for reading <3

5 PM

Steve decided to take advantage of having the house to himself. His parents are gone for the week, as they so often are. So, he sent out a few invitations to some of his closest friends. A small get-together, he told them, nothing fancy.

Robin accepted, of course. And Nancy and Jonathan, too. Steve only told Dustin about the party, but he already knew that word would spread to all the other kids.

But Steve has a mini panic attack when he finds out you're coming. He isn't too sure where he stands with you these days. Your friendship has all but rekindled, but Steve is still wary around you, terrified of messing up again. You accepted the invitation, though. That's a good thing. Right?

As Steve waits for people to arrive, he takes out his only activities, a deck of cards and a single board game he received as a gift but never opened. He's relying on his friends with siblings and/or a healthier relationship with their parents to bring more things to do.

He sets out the snacks he bought. Chips and candy are laid out over the island counter in the kitchen, and soda is stacked in the fridge. Steve even sets aside a little stash of what he hopes are still your favourites. He also managed to get his hands on some beer, and there's money set aside for pizza later.

Soon enough, people start showing up. Robin arrives first, followed by Dustin, Lucas and Max. Then Nancy and Jonathan arrive with Mike, Will and El. Then you. And finally, Eddie.

The gaggle of children quickly bee-line for the snacks and games. Steve watches with disdain, knowing there'll be a mess to clean up after. But at least his other guests appear happy to see their gracious host, with you among them.

Steve pretty much shortcircuits when you arrive. You're dressed nicely, and your hair is all pretty. You lean in to give him a quick hug, greeting him fondly. He may as well have cancelled the night then because he's sure his heart stopped for a second.

He only snaps out of it when Eddie arrives, slapping him so hard on the back that it could've been an alternative to the Heimlich maneuver. Suddenly, the population of the house has gone from one to a dozen, and noise and energy immediately replace the prior peace.

Steve quickly realises that he's in for a long night.

6 PM

"So, what's the story between the two of you?" Eddie asks.

Steve blinks, caught off guard by the question. He turns to the other boy, who awaits his answer with a half-curious, half-smug expression.

"Nothing, man," Steve mutters, taking a sip of his beer.

"Nothing, huh?" Eddie smirks. "Is that why you're staring at her like she's the love of your life?"

Steve glares at Eddie, wondering who even invited him. Eddie is the newest addition to the larger friend group. Dustin is very fond of him. And from what Steve has heard, so are you. He's in a few of the same classes as you, and there's a rumour among the kids that you used to be in Hellfire for a semester in your sophomore year.

The thought of you being close to Eddie bothers Steve. He chases the feeling away with another sip.

"Come on, big boy," Eddie nudges him. "We're friends now. You can tell me."

He looks back at you. You're sat around the coffee table with the kids in the middle of a round of Uno. And you look so lovely. You always do. Even the way you're holding the cards is pretty. You're the perfect culmination of everything sweet. No wonder the kids are hogging you.

He looks back at Eddie, who's still regarding Steve with inquisitive and mischievous eyes. Steve considers acquiescing, especially since Eddie is willing to listen. At the very least, it'll give Robin a break from dealing with his usual sulking.

"We were really close in middle school," Steve begins. "Best friends, even. But then I started high school, and... well, you can probably guess the rest."

"Ah," Eddie nods, understanding immediately. "I see."

Steve continues. "We only spent a year apart. And she was so excited to join me. But then-"

"Then King Steve emerged, and you left her in the dirt," Eddie remarks.

Steve cringes at the wording but doesn't refute it. It's an accurate recount of what happened. He knew he was horrible, not just to you but to everyone. He regrets nothing more than abandoning you and letting his so-called friends pick on you. Meanwhile, he stood by, telling himself worthless excuses to justify how things turned out.

You and Steve remained strangers after he left his throne behind. And it probably would've stayed that way if he didn't become coworkers with one Robin Buckley, who had become your new best friend in his absence.

He remembers the days you would visit Scoops Ahoy, mostly to distract Robin and make his job harder. You would often give him quick glances and polite smiles, never going out of your way to talk to him. However, he would occasionally catch your eyes lingering on him.

Robin would tell him you were checking him out, insisting she knew how her best friend thinks. But he was convinced you were judging him for his dumb hat and sailor outfit. Nothing ever made him wish he could crawl into a hole and die more than that.

But suddenly, he was back in your orbit again. And he's never left since.

Turning his attention back to you, Steve watches you play your last card, earning a groan from a few of the other players. You stand up victorious, stepping away from the table to grab another drink from the kitchen.

Steve recognises this as the perfect time to approach you and say something other than the "hey" he offered when you arrived. But just as he's about to muster up the courage, the doorbell rings, indicating the arrival of pizza.

With a sigh and another slap on the back from Eddie, he turns away to retrieve the food.

7 PM

You fit in well with the others. Not that it's a bad thing. It's great, actually. It just reminds Steve how much time has passed and how things have changed. It makes him think of what could've been.

You being best friends with Robin makes more sense than hot chocolate on a rainy day. You're like two peas in a pod. You match each other's energy, and both have a sort of charming madness about you.

The kids obviously like you. Not that their criteria are that high. But it helps that you used to work at the arcade and would give them your spare quarters. Plus, the rumour that you used to be in Hellfire makes you seem like a legend in their eyes.

Even Max likes you. He could tell because you were the one she approached earlier, asking if she could have a beer. You laughed and told her no. She just pouted and accepted it. Steve knew if he told her no, he would've been left with an insult.

You aren't particularly close to Nancy or Jonathan. Still, Steve knew they respected you, which means a lot, especially from someone like Nancy. And, of course, Eddie is... Eddie.

Steve comes to the realisation that he's jealous of everyone at the party. They all have a place in your life, in your heart. He wonders if there's even room left for him. There was a time when he occupied all that space. And it's his own fault that changed. Still, he can't help but hope.

The pizza disperses and disappears quickly. As the others chase their dinner with more snacks and set up another game, Steve remains leaning against the wall. He's so deep in thought that he doesn't notice someone approaching him.

"Steve?"

He flinches at the voice. It's you.

"H-hey," he stutters.

"Hey," you reply. "You okay? You seem a bit... distraught."

Steve takes a second to respond but nods. "Yeah, yeah. I'm good, just thinking."

You tilt your head, sensing more to the story but not wanting to pry. "Alright. Just don't hurt yourself."

Steve chuckles nervously, both relieved and terrified that you're making jokes with him.

You point back towards the coffee table. "The others are about to start a game of Monopoly. Did you want to join?"

He looks towards the group, at Dustin micromanaging how Will sets up the board. At Max and El scheming their game plan, having already picked the token they want to use. And at Mike dragging over his reluctant-looking sister, an amused-looking boyfriend following behind.

Steve knew he ought to join in, having just been standing around all night. But the idea of playing a game about capitalism with a group of kids who took board games way too seriously doesn't appeal to him right now.

So, he shakes his head. "No thanks. You go ahead."

You glance at the others before turning back. "Nah, I'm good. I need a break from getting lectured by Dustin."

Steve snorts. "Yeah, that kid's got a mouth on him. You wouldn't believe how often he tries to give me dating advice."

"He gives you dating advice?" you ask, amused.

"Yeah," Steve answers. "Now that he has a girlfriend, he thinks he's unstoppable. A girlfriend he wouldn't even have if it weren't for me, by the way. I taught him everything he knows."

You laugh and shrug. "Well, maybe you could learn something, Steve. You know, the whole 'student becomes the master' thing?"

Steve lets out a huff. "No, no way. Besides, I don't need a girlfriend when I've got-"

You, he almost says. But he clears his throat and corrects himself.

"Uh, all of you," he states, vaguely gesturing to the party. "My friends, you know?"

His words make you grin. "Aww, Steve-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he mumbles. "Just don't tell anyone I said that."

He averts his gaze. His cheeks flush a bit, but he's holding back a smile. He's glad to have gotten that reaction from you.

You're about to tease him some more when Robin's voice interrupts, calling for your help from upstairs.

You sigh, looking back at Steve. "Duty calls. I'll leave you to your thinking."

You give him a cheeky smile before you leave, a smile that makes it seem like you somehow read his mind and found his thoughts amusing. He can only watch as you walk away again.

8 PM

Steve isn't sure how he got here, sitting next to you on the carpet. The Monopoly game was cut short after Lucas and Mike got into a heated argument. And now they've switched to The Game of Life, which hopefully won't cause any fights.

Not only did Steve get roped into playing, he got teamed up with you. You had been calling most of the shots during the game, but when you reached the marriage space, stuck a little pink peg next to the blue one and murmured, "That's us," to Steve... well, it all got a bit confronting for the poor boy.

He felt like a fool, sitting there overthinking two words that likely were said as a joke. Steve had realised a while ago that he loved you. A part of him thinks he always has, ever since the early days of middle school.

But being friends with you again after everything is more than he felt he deserved, so he doesn't expect you to return those feelings just yet. But then you go ahead and say something like that. So casually, too. "That's us." Married. Yeah, right. Either you're cruel, or there's hope for him yet.

Steve manages to calm his emotions a few moments later. But as the game progresses, he continues comparing his life to the little blue peg that was supposedly him.

Steve, in the game, has a college degree, a decently-paying job, a pretty pink peg for a wife (which you've claimed to be you), three peg children and his own house, all while avoiding any mid-life crises.

Steve, in real life, at the ripe age of nineteen, has no idea what he's doing. He's been through at least two quarter-life crises. College is definitely not happening. And he's working a retail job Robin got for him through bribery. At least it came with a better uniform. One which would probably help with picking up girls if the girl he actually wanted wasn't the one currently sitting next to him.

At least now, when you visit Robin at work, you also come to see him. You make eye contact, give him bright smiles, and actually talk to him. And he has to do everything in his god-given power to not lose his mind each time.

But it's not all for nothing. After all, you're a loyal customer of Family Video, and Steve always looks after his patrons (as long as it's you). If he knows you'll be visiting, he'll put on one of your favourite movies on the TV in the store.

He'll also research movies he thinks you'll like, lie and say they're unavailable if someone tries to rent them before he can get them to you. It earns judgment from Robin, but he doesn't care. As long as it makes you happy.

Soon, Steve vows, he'll take you out to see a movie on the big screen. It'll be just the two of you at the back of the theatre with a big bucket of popcorn. He'll pull some cheesy move on you. You'll laugh at him or roll your eyes. Or maybe you'll fall for it. Either way, it'll be perfect.

Steve only checks back into the present when The Game of Life ends. He glances around the table, relieved no one has noticed him daydreaming. Everyone's cars are in the retired space, and Steve catches a glimpse of you and him and your three kids again. But he looks back at the real you as you turn to face him.

Steve is no help as you sort out how much money you ended up with, too busy admiring you instead. You're focused, doing maths in your head and using his lap as a surface to lay out the notes and cards. And somehow, he falls even more in love with you in this moment.

9 PM

The party has diminished, with Nancy and Jonathan having gone home with the kids. Now, just Steve, Robin, Eddie, and you remain. Outside, dark clouds have gathered, showering Hawkins in light rain.

The four of you are finishing the night off with one last card game. You had won, of course. And now Eddie has recruited your help. He has his arm around you, his head pressed against yours, his deck hiding your faces as you conspired his next move.

If Steve didn't know any better, he'd assume you two were a thing. But he does know better. Eddie must be doing this on purpose, trying to make him jealous or something. And it was working. Steve supposed that's what he deserves for trusting Eddie with his deepest, darkest regret.

The card game turns into a one-sided glaring contest, with Robin having to nudge Steve whenever it's his turn. With your help, Eddie finishes second. Robin comes third, and Steve loses the game. But at this point, he isn't even upset about it because it means his suffering is over.

Eddie finally lets go of you, letting out a contented sigh as he stretches his arms above his head.

"Alright," he announces. "I'm calling it a night. You ready to go, Buckley?"

Robin nods. "Yeah, let's head."

The two stand and begin gathering their things.

Eddie looks at you as he puts on his jacket. "You sure you don't want a ride home?"

You shake your head. "I'm good, Eds. You take Robin. My dad should be here soon."

Eddie accepts your answer with a nod, and you catch the slightest hint of a smirk. But you ignore it as you and Steve walk him and Robin to the door. You give them each a hug before they leave.

Robin has an expression you don't fully comprehend as she hugs you back, somewhere between smug and amused. "See you later, nerd. Make good choices, okay?"

You furrow your brow, but she heads out the door before you can ask what she means by that.

As Eddie steps out after her, he looks back at Steve. "Hey, Harrington. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

He sends Steve a wink, who frowns at the implication of his words. You notice Robin is still giving you that look. You send her a raised eyebrow in return. But no more words are exchanged as the two go their merry way.

"God, they're weird," Steve mutters as he closes the door.

His comment elicits a chuckle from you, which elicits a flutter in his chest. He turns to face you, unable to help the smile that graces his features just by looking at you. But a mildly awkward silence follows as Steve racks his brain on how to proceed now that it's just the two of you.

"You, uh- you want another drink?" he asks.

You smile and nod. "Yeah, sure."

His own smile widens. "Alright. You sit back down, and I'll get us some."

Steve heads into the now almost empty kitchen, grabbing two bottles before finding you again in the living room. You're sitting on the couch, packing up the deck of cards. Steve is momentarily distracted by the way your hands move.

But as he approaches and hands you your drink, he decides to be bold and sits close to you, throwing an arm over the back of the couch. He doesn't even have a millisecond to regret it because he feels you lean into his touch.

Steve revels in the satisfaction.

10 PM

Eddie and Robin seem to have left just in time because the storm picks up only a few minutes after they leave. You and Steve sit and chat for a while as you finish your drinks, and you help Steve clear up the empty cans and scattered wrappers despite him ordering you not to.

But even after everything is cleaned, your father still hasn't arrived. Steve watches as you wait, looking at the time again.

"You're welcome to stay over if that's easier for you," he tells you.

You look over at him, considering his offer. "You don't mind?"

Steve shakes his head. "No, of course not."

He doesn't mind. He doesn't mind at all. In fact, he would prefer it. He's used to being alone for days at a time. But it's a bit harrowing going from twelve people to just one, especially in a big empty house during a storm. Yes, he definitely wants you to stay.

"Okay," you say, "I'll just call my parents and ask what's happening."

Steve nods as you walk over to the phone and call home. It rings for a bit before someone picks up.

"Hello?" your mother's voice greets you.

"Hey, mom," you reply. "It's me."

The pitch of her voice changes immediately upon hearing your voice. "Hi, darling! Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just wanted to check if dad was still coming to pick me up?" you ask.

There's a pause before your mom groans. "Oh, I'm so sorry. We completely forgot. We had a lot of wine for dinner. I can go get him now."

"It's no big deal, mom," you interject. "The storm's getting pretty bad anyway. Steve said I could stay over."

Again, your mother's cadence changes, but you don't need to question why. You know she's always been a fan of Steve.

"Okay, darling," she responds. "That sounds like a good idea. You two take care, alright?"

You resist rolling your eyes, even though she's not around to see it. "Yeah, you too, mom. Bye."

Your mom bids you farewell, and you hang up the phone.

Steve, who waits patiently nearby, takes this as his cue to speak up. "You staying?"

You look over at him and nod. "I'm staying."

"Okay, great," Steve smiles. "You can take my room. I'll go in the guest bedroom."

"What? Steve, no," you say. "You don't have to do that. I'll take the guest bedroom."

"No, really," he insists. "It's cold and uncomfortable in there. Trust me."

"I'm the guest, Steve. I'll go in the guest bedroom," you respond.

"No, not happening," he states.

You frown. "I'm not letting you give up your room."

Steve crosses his arms. "Well, I'm not letting you stay in the guest bedroom."

There's a pause in the conversation as the two of you stare each other down, hoping the other will fold.

When neither of you do, you make another suggestion. "Alright. How about we just share your bed?"

Steve raises his eyebrows. "Uh, you- really? Are you sure?"

You shrug. "Yeah, I mean... we used to do it all the time as kids, right?"

It's true. You did. There were countless nights when you would pass out in bed together, having stayed up watching movies or spent the entire day in the pool.

"Okay," Steve agrees. "Let's do that then."

"Great," you say.

"Great," he replies.

Yeah... great.

11 PM

Don't freak out. Don't freak out. Don't freak out.

That's all Steve could repeat in his head. He's lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling while you're beside him. He forgot to factor in how the both of you have grown considerably since middle school, meaning there's less space between you now.

Don't freak out. Don't freak out. Don't fr-

"You know," you break the silence. "I forgot how weird your plaid wallpaper was."

Steve furrows his brow, his distress momentarily forgotten as he turns to look at you.

"It's not weird," he says defensively.

"It's pretty weird," you reply before looking at him. "But it's cool."

As your gaze meets his, he feels his nervousness rushing back. You look so soft and cozy in his bed, wearing his shirt. And you're smiling at him as if you knew the funniest joke in the world and you were about to tell it to him.

He lets a beat of silence pass before clearing his throat. "Did you have fun today?"

"Yeah, I did," you answer genuinely. "You?"

"Yeah," Steve replies. "It's nice having people around."

You nod in response, remembering how his parents would send him over to live with your family whenever they would go away. As much as he loved being able to spend time with you, you knew he hated being left behind.

"How long are your parents gone for this time?" you ask.

"Just until the end of the week," he tells you.

You nod again. "You've been faring up by yourself?"

He shrugs. "I don't mind it. They've been on my back a lot recently. Honestly, I needed the break."

"Right," you reply. "So not much has changed."

Steve lets out a humourless laugh. "Nope. It's been hell since I graduated last year."

You frown at his words. "I guess that's not surprising."

"Yeah, I don't know," he pauses for a second before continuing, his voice quieter. "Sometimes, I think they have a point."

You pause as well, trying to gauge what he's thinking. "You shouldn't let them get to you, Steve."

He sighs. "I know. But what if they're right, you know, about me?"

"They're not. I promise you," you reassure him.

Steve turns to look at you again, almost like he's searching for your sincerity.

You give him a smile. "You'll be alright, Steve. I know it."

Steve can't help but smile back. You sound so earnest that he's inclined to believe you. Besides, you're here with him right now. So, he must be doing something right.

You fall into a comfortable silence. There's barely any noise this late at night to disrupt it. After a few moments, you let out a yawn.

"Ugh, man. I'm so sleepy," you mumble.

"You should get some rest," he responds. "I still remember how grumpy you get in the morning."

You give him a deadpan look. "Gee, thanks."

Steve chuckles. "Just telling the truth."

Your feigned expression breaks as you laugh along, too. Steve cherishes every second of the moment before it fades away.

You yawn again. "Alright then. Goodnight, Steve."

"Goodnight, sweetheart," he replies.

The room falls silent again. Steve lets out a deep breath and closes his eyes. Despite the uncertainty, a smile still lingers on his lips. A million things could change tomorrow. But for now, at least, you're still by his side.

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the-internets-girlfriend · 2 days ago

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Secrets in Doncaster: Part 2 - George Clarke

George Clarke x Y/N (1600 words)

A soccer Saturday in Doncaster is spent laughing and drinking with friends... and the occasionally minion. However, can a secret go viral?

warnings: alcohol consumption, creating bets, swearing, a grumpy minion.

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"Diddly ding! Diddly dong! We've woken up!"

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The train finally comes to a halt, and we all stood, eager to spill out onto the platform. Unfortunately, our escape wasn't immediate, as we became stuck in the narrow aisle.

I was wedged between Arthur Hill and George, clutching a half-full can, saving the last few sips to drink for when my feet reached solid ground.

Then, a sudden shove rippled through the aisle, and the crowd behind us shoved towards us. George was now pressed flush against me - his chest pressed up against my back. A steady, strong arm slid around my waist, grounding me and George as we stumbled slightly with the motion.

His grip didn't loosen, even once we'd regained our balance - in fact he had held me tighter, his thumb finding the space between my jeans and deep red singlet, and rubbing small circles onto my skin. It sent a shiver up my spine, as I only focused on the two of us in between the chaos of leaving the train.

Looking forward, I see there is still no movement ahead of us to get off the train and decide to lean back into George for comfort. I now could feel the soft rise of his breath against the back of my neck, providing familiarity and comfort.

I tilt my head slightly to look up at him and give the boy a pout - my lips tinted red and eyes pleading. Our eyes met as he gave me his classic half smile - before his eyes dropped to my lips and he was leaning in to connect our lips.

Before they can met, there's a breakaway in front of us and the crowd movement surges us forward once again to move our legs and leave the train.

As we leave the train, George is still pressed behind me but I move away from him to collect a drunk Arthur as he is thanking the train conductor. "Thank you, thank you very much." I grab the boy by his backpack straps.

"Sorry about him but thank you." I say with a friendly smile, dragging Arthur away back to the group.

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We walk the quiet streets of Doncaster; wondering as to where the town may actually be. Becky and I linger to the back of the group with the boys trailing in front of us, taking the lead as they veer off to peek down sidestreets.

"Babes you know I love you, yeah?" Becky asks me suddenly, straying from our previous conversation about what girls night theme should be next - we've settled on pyjamas and the conjuring trilogy.

I glance as her, caught off guard, "yes?"

She gives me that look - the one that says she's about to call me out lovingly but with no room to dodge. "Well then, when in the bloody world are you proudly gonna show off George?"

My stomach flips, and not from all the alcohol.

I freeze for a moment, as my gaze flickers ahead to where George is following closely next to the other boys, laughing and joking amongst themselves.

"I don't know." I answer truthfully.

"George and I haven't really mentioned it since we've got together officially." I continue, looking to Becky as she gives me a look with a raised eyebrow, "but it would be nice to not be worried about showing affection in public, and someone spotting us before we've announced it."

"Babe, you two are attached at the hip everywhere, in public and in every single video; like do you remember that one hide and seek sidemen video where you and George hid in a small cupboard for hours, with no one else?"

I think back to the fond memory of George and I; we had yet to start dating yet. When the game began George and I instantly decided to hide together. We sat in the cupboard for two hours, pressed closely together where his scent overtook me.

"Everyone can see it - like babes think of all the edits out there of you too, so just admit it to your fans; you love him, he loves you and it's okay to announce it - doesn't even need to be a big thing."

I feel the heat rise in my cheeks; understanding what Becky is saying and seeing that she is 100% right. Becky notices my thinking face; tilting her head with a small smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, "just think about it love." She says picking up her pace to match the one of the boys and walk alongside them.

I make the decision to catch up too, heading to walk beside my boyfriend and interlocking my hand with his. George looks down to our hands in shock - sure we had held hands many times in public but this felt intimate and a new step in our relationship. He looks to me with a small grin - swinging our hands as we walked.

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The atmosphere changed as we walked into our first pub; the group remembering what we are here for - to get drunk.

George films a montage of the vlog where he's pleading for his safety, but all I could focus on were his large biceps as he flex whilst holding the camera. Chris grabs the camera back as I'm still staring, and decide to finally advert my eyes away to look up and see George across from me already looking at me with a smirk.

"Were you enjoying the view there love?"

I feel my cheeks begin to heat up at his question, realising I've been caught starring. I raise my hand to cover my mouth as if to say 'whoopsie', but end up just laughing. "What can I say? You're hard to miss Georgie."

Becky sits back watching the two of use with a shit eating grin, and Isaac makes a joke about how whipped George and I are for each other.

"Well if you're done starring, why don't we head to the bar and grab the drinks for the group?" George suggests, and I am instantly moving off of my chair, reaching my hand out for him to grab.

As we head up to the bar, we are stopped by one guy who looks to be our age. "Shit! Mate are you George Clarke?" The fan quietly says, not to draw attention to us out of respect.

George gives a nod of his head, before the fan turns to me. "You're Y/N, my missus loves you. Mind if we get a picture?" The fan asks. I see his eyes flick down to our interlocked hands and closeness but he doesn't say anything.

George and I take a selfie with the fan, smiling wide as he thanks us before hurrying back to the pool table where his friends stood. George and I share a look - one that says that was sweet - and continue our way to the bar to order.

The place is packed, the bar lined shoulder to shoulder with people, so George gives my hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. He guides me forward, lightly pressing a hand to the small of my back to push me through a small gap along the bar.

I end up flush against the bar, when I feel George step in behind me. He places his hands on either side of me, palms flat against the bar, boxing me in protectively from the crowd.

He catches the attention of the bartender before saying, "can we grab something red for a group for a group of six please?" The bartender nods with a grin and signals that it might be a little wait.

I glance back at George, feeling his breath warm against my cheek. The pub is loud, filled with laughter, pool balls clinking and the sound of beer taps - but his closeness drowns out the background noise. George leans in close to me, as I feel his breath on my ear.

"So you were starring before?" He suggests again with a smirk.

I roll my eyes, but can't hide the smile blessing my lips. "Not my fault my boyfriend was flexing and looking so good."

He chuckles lowly, as I feel the vibrations from his chest against my back. He slowly moves his arm away from the bar as if he was going to flex again, but quickly one of my hands wrap around it to stop.

"Just trying to keep you impress darling." He teases as me, and this time I turn to fully face him, leaning back against the bar with a raised brow.

"You always impress me Georgie."

"Impress you enough to get a kiss?" He says with a gentle smile, as he gaze flicks from my eyes to my lips.

My teeth tug on my bottom lip, as I think - we hadn't kiss in such a public, busy place before but my thoughts quickly exited my brain as I leaned into George pressing my lips to his.

George dips head ever so slightly, kissing my lips softly as I lean in; pressing my body further into his.

I feel his hands move from the bar to press into my sides - us both forgetting we were in a pub as we continued our private pocket of time.

George moves one hand to cradle the side of my face, his thumb brushing along my cheek as he deepens the kiss slightly; feeling a smile tug onto his lips.

When we finally part, our foreheads rest together for a blissful moment. His eyes flutter open as I say, "see, I'm impressed. I love you Georgie."

Before George can reply, a bright flash of a camera was directed towards us.

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Whoops, cliffhanger... hehe

First off, thank you all so much for all the love on part 1!!! I am forever grateful for everyone who may have read it, liked it, commented on it, or reblogged it and I hope that you enjoy this part just as much!

I'm planning for this to be three or four parts - and maybe some bonus parts... There's just so many parts I want to add in from the video because it's so bloody hilarious.

See you next time,

mwah x

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theorphicangel · 23 hours ago

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college bf nanami is...annoying.

sometimes you think you're not made for nanami. like at all. you're the complete opposite to the person that he strives to be.

nanami kento is organised, well prepared and clean.

and you?

well that bowl of cereal has been sitting on the counter for at least two days now and you still have that essay to submit which should have been submitted last week. no, you don't hoover your carpet as much as you should and the kitchen counter has biscuit crumbs and sauce stains from last week.

nanami's closet is organised and consists of clothes he wears often. whilst your wardrobe door can't seem to close and there's another dress that you ordered coming later today.

he cooks homemade food 99% of the time whilst food delivering apps dare to make up half of your screen time.

even on days when he feels exhausted, nanami puts in effort to get out of bed and do chores. you bedrot, remaining in the same oversized shirt that you have yet to add to your laundry pile and then complain with anxiety how you've gotten nothing done today. you procrastinate with assignments but knowing nanami he's got it submitted at least a week before the deadline.

yes, you forget to pay rent sometimes. yes, you wake up late and miss lectures sometimes whilst nanami's attendance will always remain at one hundred percent. he's working for internships and you struggle to reach 100 words on your cv.

yes, he's annoying but only annoying in the sense that you drive yourself crazy in wonder of why he's with you.

you pose this thought to him during a movie night. neither of you are paying attention to this shitty romcom. you're sitting on his lap on the couch whilst stuffing buttered popcorn into your mouth.

'i'm....unorganised. I don't know what I'm doing now and I don't know what I'll be doing ten years from now. but you ken...you always know what you're doing.'

he lets out a huff, fighting back a smirk as he looks at you. he can tell how much you've been driving yourself crazy with comparison.

you frown at his smirk. 'don't laugh at me.'

'I'm not laughing honey, I just find you amusing.' you raise a brow at his words. 'In a good way or a bad way?' you tease.

'In a good way...once you find a way to get out of that head of yours.'

you avoid his eye contact, looking down at your bowl of popcorn.

'I'm serious...'

'so am I.' Kento states. 'you're too stuck in that head of yours to realise how well you are doing.'

and this is no lie. Kento's seen your grades, you left the tab open showcasing feedback on your most recent assignment and just from your score he knows you were top of the class. easily.

he knows how much you dedicate to your studies and your extracurricular activities whilst making enough time for your friends and him.

sure, not everything is smooth sailing or perfect. but that's what he loves about you. you're unpredictable and provide a little dis-order to his life that he needs in his very much structured life.

'you're perfect to me.'

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elixirfromthestars · 2 days ago

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Two idiots in love are my absolute weakness, so you have me hooked from the second I read that. 🤭💖

More under the cut ᯓᡣ𐭩

“You’re telling me you share an apartment with a man who looks like that and you haven’t fucked him?” Natasha stares after your roommate as he heads to the bar to grab the drink he promised to purchase you for losing a bet the weekend before.

^ Nat my dear that is an excellent point 👀🩷 Because I don’t know how long I could go having that man walk around and not lose my mind at how gorgeous he is 😩💕

“Well if you’re not interested, do you mind if I go for it? Pretty sure he’d be the best sex of my life.” Your heart drops through your stomach like an anvil. The thought of Bucky being intimate with anyone, let alone your best friend, is enough to send you into a spiral.

^ No because my heart would’ve sunk too ☹️💔

“You know if you give it a chance, you might find he likes you too. He’s got a smitten little smile for you.” This is what you’re afraid of. Hope.

^ I totally get her because it’s like on one hand when you have a crush you can be a little blinded to things around you, so other people might be able to see what you can’t—but they also might misinterpret things so I completely understand being afraid of hope 😭

The buoyant feeling in your chest which swells as you picture what dating Bucky might actually be like. How soft his lips would be against yours, how he��d mumble sweet devotions against your skin before tasting every inch of you, how in a room packed to the brim like the bar you’re in now, his eyes search for yours and everyone else in the periphery fades into nonexistence because you are the focal point of his entire world.

^ THE IMAGERY 🤭💗💗 You have me giggling and kicking my feet over here at imagining this 🥰

Reading the reader’s inner turmoil and her back and forth with herself is so relatable as a plus size girlie myself 🥺🩷 I’ve gotten better with the voice inside my head, but reading some of this stuff is like reading younger me’s thoughts and it just makes me want to give the reader a big hug 🥺❤️‍🩹

“Here you go, Sunrise.” His nickname for you ignites a flame in both your cheeks, and you’re forced to look down at the table in attempts to hide your reaction. He started calling you that within the first week of moving in, realising your love for staying up to read all night, until the sun came up the following day.

^ Wait that is such a cute nickname omg 🥹🌅💛🧡 And the reason behind it—ahhhh!! 🤭💛🧡

You try not to read into it too much that you are the only person you know of that Bucky has a nickname for. He’s just being friendly. A nice roommate.

^ friendly….a nice roommate…🫠 idiots in love will one day be my ending but it’s okay 😌💖

You are so far gone for him.

^ And I so relate to this. 🥰

His finger traces a light trail down your bare forearm which lights your skin on fire. You’re not even sure Bucky’s aware he’s doing it, it seems so casually intimate, such a soft touch as his eyes bore into yours, but it sends your brain into a meltdown. “Oh Sunrise, you don’t know the kind of heat I can bring if I really tried.”

^ TRY ME 🤭 SURPRISE ME 🤭💖

His face is so close to yours you can smell the beer on his breath and see how he wets his lips with a swipe of his tongue. He’s got these freckles scattered along his high cheekbones which reach the tips of his ears, that you want to place delicate kisses to, learn the constellations of pigmentation over his body so you could point them out blindfolded. And those fucking eyes, they’re impossible not to fall in love with. Those saxe eyes which hold so much wonder and tenderness, which seems to pool in the slightly darker flecks at the centre. You really would be perfectly content if those eyes were the last you ever see, being lured underneath the waves of blue to your doom, but like a siren's victim, you’d dive in with a smile on your face.

^ MUTUAL PINING MY BELOVED!!! 🤭💕💕💕 ITS ALWAYS THE LITTLE THINGS 🥰❤️❤️❤️ All the tension in this scene was so *chef’s kiss* and I am just ahhhhhhhhh!!! 💕💞💕💞 You write in the most beautiful detail Em, I am in awe of your writing!! 🫶🏼 Your prose is so wonderful I love it!! 🥹❤️

“I’m gonna go up to the bar and see if I can flirt my way to scoring a shot.” She announces as she stands, a shameless look passing between you and Bucky. “Some of us don’t have sex personified living in the next room we can flirt with to buy us free alcohol. You kids have fun continuing whatever that was. Just make sure to use protection.”

^ Oh, Nat you little—I love you for that 😂🩷🩷 She’s like the extroverted friend that adopted an introvert a.k.a. the reader 😂🩷

“Sex personified, huh? Is that what you two were whispering about behind my back before?” You might just burst into flames if you actually admit that to him, but the cocky smirk he shoots you suggests he is already fully aware how much sex appeal he has.

^ I mean…looking at us like that….were we wrong? 👀💗

“No, not that it’s any of your business, but don’t act like you don’t know how gorgeous you are Barnes.” There’s a sparkle in his eye as he smiles and scrunches his nose in that way which makes your tummy somersault.

^ The way I pictured the nose scrunch perfectly in my mind and it just brought the giddiest smile on my face 🥰❤️ Thank you for that image my darling 😌💖

Bucky quickly goes through the rules you were vaguely familiar with already, then shows you how it’s done by throwing two darts into the single twenty score area and then hitting a bullseye. He looks proud of himself too, and it brings a smile to your face just how cute he looks. Is he trying so hard to impress you?

^ Trying to impress her omg that’s so adorable 🥹🩷

“It takes a special kind of talent to miss by that much Sunrise.” He snickers, but his eyes still softly gaze at you even as he teases. “Shut up, it’s my first attempt.” You playfully rib back.

^ Mutual pining and cute banter? oh, how I love these two already 🥹💕

“C’mere, let me show you.” He stands at your back, so close you can smell his aftershave, a spicy cinnamon that reminds you of home, as his touch ghosts along your arms. He fiddles with your fingers, delicately directing them where he wants them on the dart. You’re pliant to his every command, conforming to the stance he wants you in, you even tilt your head up when he uses two fingers under your chin to carefully guide your eye line to where he wants it. Holding the small projectile in line with your eyes, you’re extremely aware that Bucky’s examining you, gazing at your profile, the curve of your nose, the undulations of your lips. You feel exposed, like he’s critiquing you, but when the outcome of that is him beaming a besotted smile in your direction, you feel like you must have done something right. You let the dart fly, barely able to concentrate on where it’s going, too caught up in how close Bucky is, how his hand rests on your waist like he was made to hold you, how his broad chest behind you is as solid as a wall, yet would be the perfect place to rest your head as you fell to sleep every night.

^ THE TENSION!! PERFECTION!! 🫠🩷🩷🩷 If that man was holding me that close I would not be able to concentrate on anything else I swear 😮‍💨💖

It punctures into the board this time, scoring a measly four points, but it’s sufficient for Bucky to wrap his arms around your middle, rest his head on your shoulder and give you a squeeze as he lowers his husky voice in your ear. “There you go, great job Sunrise.”

^ Ahhhhhhhhhhh 🥰 The things I would do to stay like that forever 🤭💞

He’s sitting at the table where you just left him, chatting up one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen. It’s as if someone’s poured a bucket of ice cold water over you. This devastating, borderline nauseating, chasm cleaving your chest in two is exactly why hope is the most dangerous feeling to cultivate unchecked.

^ Oh no ☹️💔 I’m sure it’s a misunderstanding, but our poor reader nooooo ☹️💔💔

It feels like there’s a cyclone wreaking havoc in your stomach as you watch their interaction. It looks sort of casual, at least given how far they are seated apart in such a noisy room, but there’s an axe carving your heart into splinters at the mere thought of what flirty chat is bouncing between them, the smile curving on his lips, and you find yourself needing to turn away. You know you can’t lose what was never yours in the first place, but then why does it feel like your soul is disintegrating and being sucked out of your body through a hole in your sternum?

^ Wreck my heart in the absolute prettiest detail, seriously 💔 This paragraph was so hauntingly beautiful and I could just feel the pain in my own heart too ☹️💔

What you don’t realise as you make your hasty exit, head down to avoid watching Bucky flirt with the beautiful blonde, is that he watches with an aching heart as you take every step without so much as saying goodbye - because he notices everything about you, in every scenario, hoping for any fraction of your attention in return.

^ MUTUAL PINING + IDIOTS IN LOVE + MISUNDERSTANDINGS = THE DEATH OF ME 😭

He swiftly grabs his jacket to chase after you, muttering a quick apology to his coworker he really doesn’t mean. He sees enough of her Monday to Friday for her to consume his weekends as well, especially when it's taking time away which could instead be spent with you.

^ And he’s going after her right away?? Ughhhh my heart 🤧🩷🩷

“Firstly, you're daft if you think I’m letting you walk that far by yourself. I’d be worried about you the whole time.” He tilts his head to the side and it reminds you of a sweet puppy gazing at their owner with fondness, willing to pursue them anywhere. “Secondly, you’re not ruining anything. It’s no fun without you there anyway.”

^ He’s so sweet to her 😭🩷🩷 I wish the reader could see just how special she is to him 🥺

Warmth blooms in your chest that even though it’s just as roommates, you’re the one Bucky’s returning to the apartment with. He’s not going home with Nat, or any other stunning girl he could pull with a single flirty glance. Instead it’s you who he drapes his jacket around when he notices you shivering and slows his large strides to allow you to keep up as you walk casually back home. Taking your time to extend your conversation and absorb the scent of his coat as you pull it tighter around yourself.

^ I’m going to lock these two in a room and make them talk 😂🩷 They’re so cute and they need to confess!!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Em, my darling, thank you so much for submitting this piece for my writing challenge 🩷🩷 My apologies for letting life get too much in the way that it took me some time to get to this fic 🥺 I mentioned this already, but your prose is so pretty I swear I’m obsessed with it!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼 I’m so soft for these two, and I don’t know when I’ll be able to, but I definitely added the part two to my reading list because I need to see these two get a happy ending 😭🩷🩷 Love you lots, and thanks again for participating!! 🥹🩷🩷

Right Here, Waiting

Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Curvy!Fem!Reader

PART 2 > >

Summary: You’re pining after your insanely attractive roommate, but are convinced he doesn’t feel the same way.

Prompts: Roommate AU for @avengers-assemble-bingo’s 108th Birthday Celebration & you can’t lose something you never had for @elixirfromthestars’s cinema writing challenge 🎥

Warnings: strictly 18+, talk of sex, TRIGGER WARNING internal monologue references reader having issues with weight & eating, sucking in her stomach, VERY insecure reader, angst in the form of belief of unrequited love, jealousy, idiots in love

Word count: 3.6k

A/N: as the winner of this very close poll, here is a little roommate AU with our beloved Bucky 🩵 banners by @vase-of-lilies

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“Men and women can just be friends you know.”

“If my roommate looked like yours, I’d be jumping his bones every chance I got.”

He’s way out of my league, and as much as I might want him, he doesn’t think of me like that, is the rather depressing thought that has been replayed on loop in your mind since the devilishly attractive yet sweet as an angel Bucky Barnes moved in with you.

But instead of voicing aloud your insecurity, you simply hum in agreement. It’s easier than trying to explain your one sided crush that’s only ever going to end in heartache.

Nat’s much more the type he’d go for anyway, beautiful, skinny, quick witted. Everything you’re not. She’s always the one who gets attention from guys at places like this, whereas you’re the ‘approachable one’ who gets asked if Nat’s single.

No one’s ever interested in you, especially not when you’re sitting next to your much hotter, thinner best friend.

“C’mon, there’s lots of guys here you could take home. You really have to make things awkward by sleeping with my roommate?” You try to sound as calm and collected as possible, but the lump in your throat betrays you.

Nat gives you a knowing look, seeing straight through your weak facade. She is your best friend after all, and knows you better than practically anyone in the world. “Of course I wouldn't, darling - I’m just trying to get you to admit you like him.”

There’s something almost worse about Nat knowing you’re crushing on Bucky - she can be so incessant, honing in on something and making it her mission to see it come to fruition, even if it’s to a bitter end. Which is exactly how your one sided crush will play out if she tries pushing you together.

You have an understanding which she hasn’t grasped yet that Bucky would never be attracted to you like that, and you’d rather spare your poor heart from his rejection and find a way to be content with friendship than risk hearing you’re too big, too unattractive, too much not his type for anything to happen.

“Can we just drop it. We’re roommates, nothing more.” But you know Nat’s incapable of letting something go once she’s got her claws sunk into it. You mostly love her for it, but in this one instance, it’s a right pain in the ass.

“You know if you give it a chance, you might find he likes you too. He’s got a smitten little smile for you.”

This is what you’re afraid of. Hope.

The buoyant feeling in your chest which swells as you picture what dating Bucky might actually be like. How soft his lips would be against yours, how he’d mumble sweet devotions against your skin before tasting every inch of you, how in a room packed to the brim like the bar you’re in now, his eyes search for yours and everyone else in the periphery fades into nonexistence because you are the focal point of his entire world.

But it’s that blind belief which will tear your heart to tatters. Hope will be your cause of death in the end. The expectation of a happy outcome despite all available evidence which will be your ultimate downfall.

“Don’t be ridiculous, look at him, there’s no way he’d ever be interested in me.” But yet, despite how much you tell yourself you’re destined for heartbreak, you can’t quite snuff out that last ember of hope deep in your chest when Bucky turns around with your drink in his hand and smiles reflexively as his eyes set on you all the way across the room.

“I hate it when you put yourself down like that.” There’s a glint in Nat’s eye like she wants to say more, but she notices Bucky returning from the bar and the words die in the back of her throat.

You try not to read into it too much that you are the only person you know of that Bucky has a nickname for. He’s just being friendly. A nice roommate.

“That’s the last time I bet you anything to do with food. Clearly you can eat and drink me under the table any day.” You know he’s just teasing about your bet, who could eat more spicy Indian food without needing to take a drink to subdue the burning heat on your tongue, but any comment related to the amount of food you eat or your weight always hits a little too close to home.

“Thanks Bucky.” Taking your drink from him, your fingers brush, sending goosebumps shivering down your arm, and his dazzling blue eyes regard you with what your hopeful heart believes is warm adoration. “At least you’re not being a sore loser this time round.”

“Excuse you, I’ve never been a sore loser. You just like to bend the rules to suit yourself.” He retorts before taking a sip of his beer, and you find it impossible to look away from how his perfectly plump lips cover the opening and his Adam’s apple bobs as he takes a sip.

You are so far gone for him.

“Sore loser.” You call in a sing-song voice that makes him chuckle in that way you can feel down to your bones. “Don’t blame me just because you can’t handle the heat, Barnes.”

“Oh Sunrise, you don’t know the kind of heat I can bring if I really tried.”

And those fucking eyes, they’re impossible not to fall in love with. Those saxe eyes which hold so much wonder and tenderness, which seems to pool in the slightly darker flecks at the centre. You really would be perfectly content if those eyes were the last you ever see, being lured underneath the waves of blue to your doom, but like a siren's victim, you’d dive in with a smile on your face.

There’s a cough from your left which breaks the trance Bucky’s eyes have you in. You would never admit it aloud, but you’d forgotten, just for a brief moment, that your best friend was at the table with you.

Nat’s looking at you with a bold grin and you know before she even opens her mouth that she’s about to say something cheeky and probably completely against your wishes to keep your yearning devotion a secret.

Nat walks off without another word, but after her quip, you find you can’t look Bucky quite in the eye.

You’re positive in this moment he’ll laugh at the insinuation that anything remotely romantic or sexual exists between you two and you brace yourself for the puncture to your heart.

But instead, he just looks at you with those big blue eyes and smiles warmly, as if Nat had simply commented about needing to use the restroom to excuse her absence.

It feels like your heart is beating in your throat as you answer and you pray he can’t hear the difference in your voice.

“No, not that it’s any of your business, but don’t act like you don’t know how gorgeous you are Barnes.”

There’s a sparkle in his eye as he smiles and scrunches his nose in that way which makes your tummy somersault. You could be fooled into thinking you were back in your apartment alone with him, the only girl within a hundred miles with the way his pupils grow wide and fixate solely on you in this bar crowded with people much more alluring than yourself.

You shake your head, almost imperceptibly, trying to rid your mind of sanguine thoughts that are just setting you up to be greatly disappointed.

You can’t get your hopes up.

There’s a dartboard which becomes available beside your table and you stand with your drink. “C’mon, last weekend you told me you’d show me how to play this ridiculous game and I’m holding you to that.”

It’s not that you don’t already understand the principle of darts, but when Bucky promises to spend more time with you, you’re not about to turn him down.

There’s this gleam in his eye you can’t quite place as he stands and follows you to the dark corner of the bar. You want to believe it’s something of endearment at calling him ‘gorgeous’, a fondness he reserves only for you, but you try reminding yourself that’s the kind of false hope you’ve been desperately shoveling out of your chest and you have to be stronger to not allow such optimistic concepts to penetrate through your defences.

Pushing that thought from your mind, you step up to take your aim. Your first throw goes very astray, not even hitting the dartboard at all, but instead sticking into the wood panelling about a foot below it.

You feel horrified that you’ve just embarrassed yourself, not only in front of Bucky, but the entire bar. Looking around with a sheepish grimace, you find fortunately no one is paying any attention to you, and when your eyes land on Bucky, you can’t help but both burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter that lasts so long you’re cheeks start to hurt.

“It takes a special kind of talent to miss by that much Sunrise.” He snickers, but his eyes still softly gaze at you even as he teases.

“Shut up, it’s my first attempt.” You playfully rib back.

“C’mere, let me show you.” He stands at your back, so close you can smell his aftershave, a spicy cinnamon that reminds you of home, as his touch ghosts along your arms.

He fiddles with your fingers, delicately directing them where he wants them on the dart. You’re pliant to his every command, conforming to the stance he wants you in, you even tilt your head up when he uses two fingers under your chin to carefully guide your eye line to where he wants it.

Holding the small projectile in line with your eyes, you’re extremely aware that Bucky’s examining you, gazing at your profile, the curve of your nose, the undulations of your lips. You feel exposed, like he’s critiquing you, but when the outcome of that is him beaming a besotted smile in your direction, you feel like you must have done something right.

You let the dart fly, barely able to concentrate on where it’s going, too caught up in how close Bucky is, how his hand rests on your waist like he was made to hold you, how his broad chest behind you is as solid as a wall, yet would be the perfect place to rest your head as you fell to sleep every night.

You try not to think about how large your stomach is as he holds you, sucking in slightly, instead trying to savour the feeling of being in his arms. If he recognises how fast your heart is now beating against his chest, he doesn’t mention it.

The two of you continue to play your game, forgetting all about the hearty atmosphere of the bar, just enjoying each other's company, and your atrocious attempt at beating Bucky in a game he’s had far too much experience with.

You suspect he downplays his skill - you hope to spend more time alone with you, but more than likely just so you don’t feel completely embarrassed by your endeavours.

Once he’s beaten you for a second time, you find a free table to set yourselves, before you go up to the bar to order a second round. You can’t seem to shake the smile off your face as you give the bartender your order. A sense of light optimism builds in your chest, Bucky’s just given up his night to spend with you as you make a fool of yourself playing darts.

He could be out with anyone, giving them all his attention. But instead he’s with you. Eyes softening and an enchanting smile spreading on his features as if he’s already precisely where he wants to be.

You turn to look back at Bucky to find the one thing in the world that could dampen your high spirits.

He’s sitting at the table where you just left him, chatting up one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen.

It’s as if someone’s poured a bucket of ice cold water over you. This devastating, borderline nauseating, chasm cleaving your chest in two is exactly why hope is the most dangerous feeling to cultivate unchecked.

She’s absolutely stunning, with shoulder length blonde hair, a glittery, low plunging top that brings out the radiance in her light eyes and accentuates her fit figure. She’s everything you’re not, everything Bucky deserves, and everything that makes you so acutely aware of how much physical space you take up in the world.

How someone as beautiful as Bucky could never be attracted to the likes of you when women like her walk on this earth.

You know you can’t lose what was never yours in the first place, but then why does it feel like your soul is disintegrating and being sucked out of your body through a hole in your sternum?

Bucky’s single, the two of you aren’t even remotely dating, you are purely roommates. You just so happened to have a spare room available at the same time he broke up with his ex and needed somewhere to sleep. You were a convenient solution to the awkward situation he found himself in.

And you’ve never been anything more.

He has every right to flirt, fuck and date whomever he pleases. Which decidedly isn’t you.

You search out Nat who’s over by the other side of the room, your extremities almost feeling numb as you walk past so many groups of friends and handsy partners, knowing that the one person who consumes your entire world simply views you as just someone whom he shares a bathroom with and occasionally bets wagers of buying a round of drinks.

She’s flirting with some handsome, tall stranger who appears to have bought her a couple drinks. You don’t want to ruin her night either, but you know she’d be irate if you disappeared without telling her.

All you want is the comfort of your bed, snuggled underneath a mountain of blankets where you can escape into a world where Bucky isn’t flirting with someone who is both much prettier and much thinner than you.

Should you even go home if Bucky brings her back to the apartment where you’d be subjected to listening to the entire affair?

Probably not, but at this point you just need to get out of here, as far away as possible from the scene which is causing your throat to constrict and tears to sting behind your eyes.

You touch Nat on the upper arm to pull her attention. “Imma head home.”

Her line of sight specifically redirects to the table you were seated with Bucky at, to find the source of your crushing heartbreak.

“Alright, then I’m coming with you.”

“No, please stay, have fun, I’m fine it’s just getting a little loud in here.” You lie through your teeth, but after pretending all night you're not about to start admitting your feelings now. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The look Nat gives you is a clear indication she doesn’t believe your fib, but you simply turn away from her piercing eyes and stalk towards the door, trying to avoid bumping into the crowd of people in your path.

“Sunrise, wait up!” You hear a very familiar deep voice call from behind you just as you’re about to put on your headphones. You’d know that voice anywhere, even if he hadn’t used your nickname.

“Bucky? What’re you doing?”

“You think I’m gonna let you walk home alone this late at night?” He says with such an ease, as if it were the only possible outcome given the situation. Like he didn’t have a drop dead gorgeous woman in the bar waiting to take him home and do downright pornographic things to him.

“I didn’t mean to ruin your fun. It’s only a couple blocks, I can walk it myself.” You can’t find it in you to feel guilty about pulling him away from the woman inside, especially not when he looks so content having followed you out into the cold night air.

Dammit, there’s that incessant hope again.

You really are too enamoured with him for your own good. Even if it wasn’t tonight, you're just setting yourself up for a more agonising downfall in the end.

Part 2 > >

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submattenthusiast · 21 hours ago

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treat sub!chris

jumbled pleas and moans left chris’ mouth as he jerked himself off, body twitching and dripping sweat from the intensity of his strokes. his clammy fist wrapped around his dick making loud wet sounds. leather gaming chair shaking under him with each movement. “ah-ah fuck—feelsogood” he moans, palm teasing his tip. he spread the salty precum around his throbbing head as he pushed himself to a orgasm. sweat landed on your bare thigh from the thrashing his head was doing, throwing it back harshly and somehow escaping whiplash.

while watching him pervertedly, you played with your nipples above your thin shirt, feeling them get hard instantly from the sexy view before you. every vein popped out of his fist from the tight grip he had on his nearly spent dick. your clit buzzed at the almost pained whimpers that sounded after every stroke. “fu-fuc-ck so close—mgonn—please” he begs, thighs starting to shake. “mplease—ng—shit mama”. your eyes sparkled as you watched him start to crack. You held his composure together, and the only words he wanted to hear.

“go ahead cum for me” you encourage, trying to be as nonchalant as possible, trying to hide the fact that you loved him being like this. his eyes fluttered shut, and his mouth spilled out endless moans and curses. his hips jerked up and his dick twitched in his fist. his strokes got quicker, and every sound got higher in pitch. you learned forward in interest as cum spurted out of his tip, landing on his thighs and every surface near him. just barely missing your skin. he pants heavily as he pumps himself through the mind-blowing orgasm.

breathlessly, he looks deep into your eyes, waiting for some type of praise, reward, or treat. for doing so well and listening to your every command and cumming on command. “good boy” you smile, reaching out for his face. he leans quickly into your touch with tinted cheeks, the smile unable to keep from his face. “i think you deserve a treat,” you start, watching his face light up in excitement. he nods eagerly before remembering his manners. “t-thank you, thank you,” he blushes. “really want a treat, i’ll take whatever you give me.”

smirking deviously, you climb onto his wet lap, legs moving to the sides of his body. straddling him, you caress his sweaty face, admiring how pretty he looked post orgasm. he looked clueless as ever as he watched you, wondering what you had up your sleeve. leaning back a little you pull your shirt up but not off, resting it right above your boobs. his mouth fell open at the sight of your hard nipples, giving you the perfect opportunity to fill the space.

you purposely only let him make contact with one of your breasts, saving the other for another time. his moans vibrate around you as he sucks on your flesh, wet sounds emerging from his busy mouth. his hands instinctvely reach for some skin, one finding comfort on your waist and the other hovering over your left boob. you block his touch quickly with your hand, covering the center of your tit. “aht aht i said a treat, not treats, you only get one,” you explain. he looks confused but goes to accept it, until you catch his attention again. “unless you want to cum again, then you can have both”

christmas in april ! @whore4mattsturniolo

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neeeooon · 2 days ago

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\o/ hiii!! hope ur ok!! i was wondering if i could request headcanons for Windbreaker, for a reader who is sakura's younger twin sister?? specifically with umemiya, kaji, and sugishita?

YESSS TY FOR THE REQ 🩵🩵

when you’re sakura’s twin

wbk x sakura’s twin sister!reader. fluff, slightly platonic

umemiya hajime

-> he finds you adorable, especially when you get all flustered in his presence and snap at him as a result

-> “your hair looks so cute today, y/n!” “s-shut up!”

-> the bofurin first-years seem especially close to you, since you’re the same age as them. umemiya will catch himself feeling twinges of jealousy in his chest as he watches suo and kiryu tease you in an attempt to fluster you the same way your brother easily flusters

-> when the tickling starts, you manage to catch umemiya’s eye and scream for him to save you. not a second later you’re plucked out of your seat and the boys are waved off to find something productive to do for the town

-> “t-thanks.. for that…” your face flames when you think about how easy it was for him to lift you to safety. umemiya beams, eyes squinting as he scratches the back of his head. “you can always come to me for help, y/n!” “i take it back!”

kaji ren

-> catches himself staring at you whenever you’re around. he can’t not focus in on you, watching as you interact with other bofurin members or friends

-> your brother is pretty protective of you, so when he notices kaji’s drifting attention, he fights the overwhelming urge to blush and run and instead approaches him with a serious look on his face. “you better take good care of y/n. i don’t care if you’re older; i’ll kill you if you make her cry.”

-> kaji’s too shocked to realize he was just scolded by a first year, but any urge to defend himself disappears when you run over with a sucker in your hand

-> “you dropped this earlier!” he can tell you’re desperately trying to ignore the darkening blush on your cheeks. “h-hey, um, what music are you listening to?”

-> kaji blinks at you before giving in. “just music. don’t know the names or words…” he nearly jumps out of his skin when you take a seat next to him and lean your ear close to the headphones. “oh, haru and i love this one! here, let me make you a playlist of similar songs.”

sugishita kyotaro

-> absolutely hates that the only person he’s ever found even slightly attractive is his self-proclaimed rival’s sister

-> avoids you at all costs, despite your attempts to talk to him. “sugi, would you like some—aaaand he’s gone.”

-> when you eventually confess that his avoidance makes you sad to some of the other first years, it’s over for him. sugishita is stopped by half the class on his way to the garden one day and threatened because he “made y/n sad.”

-> sugishita doesn’t run away the next time you approach him with treats, and even smiles when he sees how red you get after he finally accepts them

-> “you’re always coming up here for umemiya, right?” you ask, but don’t expect him to respond. “but it’s nice just to sit with friends, too. i-if you want to be friends! not that we have to be, or anything—!” “friends is good,” is his quiet, grumbly response, and you press your hands to your warm face. you like hearing him talk to you, and hope he continues wanting to

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lucygraysboy · 21 hours ago

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“that’s the trick, hm? if you’re a good person on the inside, it shows on the outside? makes sense. explains why you’re so exquisite. the most beautiful songbird.” poking her chest in return, billy can almost feel his heart swelling and melting as lucy gray’s kind words linger in the space between them. “i don’t plan on turnin’ into eminem 2.0 again anytime soon but… good to know you like me even when i’m bald, makes growing old with you less scary. ‘cause you know, men sometimes lose their hair as they grow old.” he’s still in his twenties. he won’t be losing his hair anytime soon. he’s just saying things to turn lucy gray’s attention away from his rosy cheeks. “really?” that has his eyebrows shooting up, an amused chuckle escaping his lips. he doesn’t think she’s joking or at least isn’t sure if she’s joking. she may as well be telling the truth. it’s always the innocent looking ones. “nah, that’s lulu gray, lucy gray’s twin sister. she’s wild like that.” there’s a moment of hesitation as their mouths hover close, billy’s hands skimming over lucy gray’s bare sides, and he wonders if he should say something silly, break this tension that’s been building. this is the most they’ve touched in weeks, since nashville, and now every point of contact vibrates. as if reading his mind, she’s asking for a back scratch and slipping out of reach, and he’s laughing again, nodding his head. “of course, bambi doll. thanks for getting your hair out of the way,” he says sweetly, kissing her shoulder before straightening up.

“nothin’ can take away your good looks, not even an eminem. you look so good cause your heart’s so good, handsome boy already and the tender heart here inside,” patting his chest, “makes you the most handsome boy and man in the world.” that’s why she really doesn’t get herself, lucy gray thinks. why she’s scared of trustin’ him and diving all in with him in an second attempt. she’s just scared the universe keeps saying she’s meant to have a best friend, but not a boyfriend and life long romantic companion for some reason. “you’re just findin’ out the real lucy gray, i’m thinkin’.” playfully responding as a joke, trying to tease him as doe eyes look up at him, a devious smirk on innocent face. it’s just meant to be playful, but the second his big hands envelope her small waist— his skin touching her skin, her lower belly flutters and heart pounds harder. the urge to jerk her hips having to be fought. “love your singin’ skills, billy b.” smiling like nothing is wrong with her. “will you scratch my back while we watch?” quickly trying to distract her mind, she kisses his forehead, stands up and squeezes her way between his knees to sit so she can see the tv. her hair touching her waist that she flips over her shoulder.

#billysgirllol

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blackleatherjacketz · 2 days ago

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Never

Daredevil x Female Reader

Summary: Matt knows that Frank asked him to look after you while he's off the grid, but Matt's idea of looking after you is vastly different than Frank's.

Warnings: Explicit Smut, 18+ Only!, Infidelity (Sort of), Competition Kink, Kissing, Groping, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Finger Sucking, Choking, Biting, Marking, Scratching, Hair Pulling, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Masochistic Matt Murdock, Rough Sex, Blood Play

Word Count: 2.5k+

Note: I’ve never written Matt before, and I wrote this after watching THAT scene with Bullseye in Born Again.

Tags: @frankcastiglione @crowned-clown-crow @letsby

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This was never supposed to happen, the devil’s breath hot on your shoulder as he slowly parts your thighs with bruised, calloused hands. You were never supposed to fall for that perfect smile beneath those full lips, nor succumb to his witty charms, but here you are allowing another man, the devil of all people, to touch you the way that Frank used to. Only he isn’t anything like Frank, not even close.

Matt never made you feel like a burden, like his affection for you was some kind of curse or weakness getting in the way of one of his missions. He was always eager to see you, treating the time you spent together like a gift that needed to be cherished, his presence filling in the gap that Frank had left wide open. Where Frank was distant and cold, Matt is smooth and confident, effortlessly pushing your legs even further apart to make room for him to stand between them. You could feel that infernal heat as it radiated off him, rough palms encasing your knees before tracing twin trails of gooseflesh up your trembling thighs.

“I want to thank you,” he whispers, referring to all the times his recklessness had led a path of blood and sweat straight to your doorstep. “For being there for me.” His fingertips press into your skin, massaging the muscles of your inner thighs as you open yourself up to him. “The world needs more people like you. Selfless. Kind. Beautiful.”

“Beautiful?” Is all you can manage to get out, your heart racing as his hands memorize the curves of your body, prickling the tiny hairs on the back of your neck. You find yourself lifting your arms and resting them on top of his shoulders as he brings his face even closer to yours, the glimmer of the city skyline reflecting in his eyes like dozens of tiny stars in the night sky. You know that he can’t see you, not in the way that you can see him at least, but something about the way he’s looking at you makes your stomach flip, makes you forget about Frank entirely. You’ve never been this close to Matt before, never been dizzied on the spot by the woodsy musk of his cologne or had a shiver sent up your spine by his wandering hands. And now that you’re here in his arms, you wonder if it will ever be possible for you to go without.

“Yeah, beautiful.” He digs his thumbs deep into your pelvis with a sly grin, the pang of his touch making you gasp before he pulls you to the counter’s edge in one swift motion, pressing his hips against the thin fabric of your shorts.

Oh God, he wants this just as badly as you do.

His mouth is softer than Frank’s at first, his tongue more decisive as it quickly parts your lips in order to savor what he’s been longing for this whole time. You can practically taste his desperation, his cruel intentions more than evident just from the way that he kisses you, languidly licking your teeth and biting your bottom lip just hard enough for it to sting.

Pain. Of course, that makes perfect sense.

His stubble gently scratches your skin as he deepens the kiss, audibly inhaling your scent with each turn of his head as if trying to sample every flavor and note that your mouth has to offer, triggering that moisture to collect between your folds along with it. He groans the very second that he can feel it, practically vibrating the marrow in your bones as he grabs onto your ass, pressing his hips against your needy center in a slow, tantric rhythm until a whiny moan finally leaves your lips.

“Mmm, so beautiful and so needy,” he teases, squeezing your cheeks before slipping his fingers beneath the seam of your shorts, finding the evidence he already knew was there. “And so wet,” he laughs, his breath ghosting over your face as he glides his fingers through the length of your folds until he hits that overly sensitive spot.

“Matt,” you moan, those calloused fingers of his doing wonders for the friction on your clit, rubbing it up and down as if it was one of his braille letters he was trying to memorize over and over again. You can’t help but start to grind your hips against his growing erection, hastening your pleasure as your hormones start to take over.

“Yes, sweetheart? Do you want something?” His mocking tone is dripping with a dark sense of dominance he’s never used with you before, tightening that coil in your stomach as he continues sending bursts of white hot heat up into your core, stoking that fire inside with the tip of his finger.

You can only nod in response, the pleasure he’s so generously doling out robbing you of any coherent words as you rest your forehead against his, your senses almost completely overwhelmed already. You moan again as he persists in his ministrations, the bursts of ecstasy drawing you so close to him that you would nearly fall off the counter if it weren’t for his other hand grasping at your throat, giving it a gentle squeeze to hold you in place.

He wastes no time pushing his fingers inside the sheath of your velvety walls, briefly depriving you of the concentrated bliss from your bud as he bends his wrist behind you. He kisses you again, harder this time as he makes his way down your lips and chin, nipping at the delicate skin of your neck until he sucks a bruise into the pulse point just below your jawline. He rolls his tongue across your flesh before sucking it in past his teeth, making sure to leave a spot dark enough to mark you as his as his fingers slide in and out of you, stretching out that muscle that hasn’t been used since Frank had left.

It isn’t until he’s had his fill, until after he’s tasted every bit of skin on that spot and bitten you hard enough that he finally decides to let go. As he licks that swollen mark where his teeth had indented into your skin, he passes over your slick, sensitive bud one more time before pulling his fingers away just as you’re about to combust.

“Then ask for it,” he removes his fingers from between your legs and brings them up to his lips, your juices now coating them in a glistening sheen of pheromones before he tastes them for himself, staring at you as he awaits your reply.

Jesus Christ.

“I want you.” Your whisper is barely audible as you take in the sight of him sucking your essence off his fingers as if he can’t get enough, leaving a trail of saliva between them and his lips before he shoves them into your mouth.

“Oh, you want me to fuck you? Is that it?” His fingers pass between your lips and over your tongue, nearly gagging you in the process as you sample the cocktail of your two fluids married together. The tang of your sex blended with the salt of his skin is absolutely intoxicating as you take him all the way down to his knuckles, getting drunk off his words.

“Mmm hmm,” you hum around his digits, nodding as he slowly slides them in and out of your mouth a few times, stirring the need inside you to grow stronger with each passing second.

“Yeah?” He coos, a devilish grin parting his lips before he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and drags them down your bottom lip. “I can do that.”

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Matt peppers the tingling skin of your legs and hips with fiery kisses as he climbs on top of you, his tongue delving between them for another taste of your arousal, lifting your thighs up onto his shoulders for better access. He pushes them back toward you as he feasts on your flesh, moaning as he licks delicious patterns into your swollen sex before sucking and biting your neurons into overdrive. It was as if he was starving for days and you were the only thing that could nourish him.

Your back arches as he nearly brings you to the edge all over again, your hand getting lost in his chestnut locks before tugging on his scalp, urging him to come up for air. As insane as his mouth is, you want him inside of you more, want him to claim you fully in every single way.

He takes the hint and nips at your thigh one last time before slithering up your body, smoothing his palm over your belly and between your breasts before finding its home around the base of your neck. His breath hitches as his fingers graze over the spot where he’s marked you, the reddened bruise in the shape of his mouth that he intends to keep giving to you for months to come. He leans down to kiss you, slightly tightening his grip on your throat as his cock bobs aimlessly between your thighs, teasing your soaking wet entrance.

“Are you really gonna make me wait?” You practically beg with a pleading lift of your hips, unable to take the torture of not having him inside you any longer.

“So impatient,” he purrs, leaning down to kiss you again with an amused chuckle caught in his throat. “I love that.”

“Matt, please,” you groan into the kiss as he hovers over you, the fire from his body so close yet so far away that it practically sets you alight. He knows what he’s doing, knows exactly how to press your buttons, to push you so close to the edge until you have no choice but to break beneath him.

“Please what?” He slides his hand higher up on your neck, pressing a flash of pain into your bruise with his thumb.

Pain. Oh yeah.

You tilt your head to kiss him deeply, tasting hints of coffee as it mixes with your own personal zest before greedily taking his juicy bottom lip between your teeth. You suck it all the way into your mouth, teeth frantically clashing against his as you bite down and pull it toward you, stretching it to its limit. You hear him groan as your teeth cut hard enough to break the skin, just enough to make him bleed, the iron and salt of his blood hitting your tongue unexpectedly. That’s what he wants. You graze your palms up his arms as you continue drinking his blood, admiring the definition of his biceps on the way up before scratching your fingernails down his chest, making a mark of your own. You can feel your nails tearing through his skin, breaking that most basic barrier of protection he has from the elements before that groan of his turns into a deep guttural growl.

“Fuck!” He mumbles with his lip still caught between your teeth, unwilling to even try and pull it out. The eight vertical scratches you’ve carved into his chest turn a bright white before they begin to bleed, the scarlet liquid smearing across your belly as he finally decides to break free from your mouth. He lowers himself down low enough to grab hold of your thigh and lift it up above his shoulder, stretching your hamstrings in a burning ache before looking you in the eye as he lines himself up with your cunt. “You get this wet for Frank, sweetheart?”

What did he just say?

Before you can even muster an answer, he pushes himself inside, filling you up more than his fingers ever could as your moisture allows him to bury himself all the way down to the hilt. He isn’t as long as Frank, but his girth ignites a thousand tiny sparks into your viscera, lighting a euphoric fuse as he pulls back and thrusts in even harder, deeper than you thought he could. He leans forward as the blood from his chest starts to drip freely onto yours, bonding the two of you together with every carnal fluid imaginable as he makes that fuse burn hotter and brighter than anyone ever had before, even your beloved Frank.

“No,” you whisper your answer, afraid that Frank might hear you somehow, somewhere if you raised your voice even an octave.

“No? You sure?” A smile curls into his bloodstained lips as he presses a kiss into your thigh, smearing the sanguine fluid onto your skin. He lets go of your neck and takes your other thigh onto his shoulder, grinning like a kid in a candy store. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

You let out a curse as he pushes your thighs back toward you, practically bending you in half as your muscles silently cry out in agony. But your hips tilt back along with them, allowing him to rut himself deeper inside you at an all new angle, making your body shake and your teeth chatter as the he hits that bundle of nerves again and again with expert precision. Thrust after thrust forces you to grasp onto your sheets, holding on for dear life so he won’t fuck you into the headboard as he gets lost inside you. The desperate rhythmic movement of his hips triggers that chemical reaction inside you as the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoes against the walls of your apartment, nearly drowning out the rising sound of your moans.

“You gonna come on my cock?” He grabs hold of your chin as he senses that you’re getting close, making sure to hit that special spot every time he drives himself deeper. “Huh?”

“Yes!” Your walls flutter around him as your orgasm explodes within you, every inch of your body tingling with a sizzling sensation of ecstasy. That burning bliss travels up your spine and into your extremities as he drives it home, washing away the pain in your legs as he moves his hands up to your ankles, holding them up by your head. “Yes!”

“Good.” His breath becomes ragged, his thrusts more frantic as he feels you clench down around him, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as your spasming smooth muscle squeezes his climax right out of him. He buries his face in the crook of your neck as he loses all control, hoping to muffle his feral grunts and groans in his frenzy.

Your entire body quakes in the aftermath of your shared euphoria, his blood, spit and come now coating every inch of you, inside and out. His hips finally slow to a reluctant halt and he kisses you again, holding himself inside you for a minute. He thrusts up into you one more time for good measure, making sure you’re able to feel each twitch and spasm as he unloads every last drop within the welcome heat of your walls.

“F-fuck.” He stutters breathlessly. “I promised Frank I’d never do that.”

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x female reader #charlie cox #daredevil born again #daredevil #marvel #frank castle #the punisher #jon bernthal #Matt Murdock smut

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puck-luck · 1 day ago

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Hiya Andy!!, could i pretty please order a chai latte with for Luke Hughes !!

(I’m thinking against the glass windows of the apartment 🫣)

WONDERFUL idea!! i started writing a fic like this a while ago but it never ended up going through and you motivated me to make it a reality! and i did have to take a break part of the way too because iiii needed time to daydream about lu

1.4K, warnings: spanking, use of a paddle, dom!luke, exhibitionist-ish, punishment, sir kink, praise, backshots, fingering <3

“Put your hands on the glass and keep them there.”

Luke’s voice is strong and certain. He stands behind you, no doubt staring at the expanse of your naked back.

Your eyes are wide, looking out at the overcast weather outside of the window. The apartment is on one of the top floors of a tall building and it’s late enough that most people are getting ready for bed and closing their blinds rather than gazing out at the city lights around them. No one will see, you tell yourself. The problem is, there’s always a chance that someone will see. That’s what Luke wants.

“Now.”

You lift your palms to the glass, your fingertips making contact first. The glass is cold, freezing against your skin. You feel rooted in place the second you lay your hands flat against the window, shoulder-width apart, hinging forward at the waist just barely. Luke has ample access.

“If I see them move,” Luke warns. “Or drop even an inch, your punishment doubles. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” you confirm meekly.

There’s a crack of Luke’s palm against the sensitive globes of your ass. “Yes…?”

“Yes, sir, I understand,” you correct yourself, breath already hitching from the first spank.

Your fix doesn’t earn you any praise, not yet, but you know it’s coming. Luke never gets very far without telling you how good you are, not when he sees how eagerly you take his punishment.

“Do you know why I have you against the window?” Luke asks.

“Yes, sir,” you repeat.

“Tell me.”

“You said the next time I act up in public, you’ll punish me where everyone can see.”

“That’s right. Do you know why I’m punishing you today, Y/N?”

Luke’s hands smooth over your asscheeks and knead the skin, distracting you. You hesitate too long before answering him, which is when Luke’s palm strikes you again and you stifle a whimper.

“You were flirting after the game,” Luke tells you.

You weren’t, but that’s neither here nor there. You were congratulating Paul for having a good game.

Luke raises his pitch and mocks you. “Your goal in the second was awesome, Paul,” he says. “I was so impressed.” He bats his hand against your behind. “What about me, baby? Weren’t you impressed by me?”

“I was,” you reply. “I’m always impressed by you, Lu.”

Another spank.

“Sir,” you rectify.

“What impressed you?” Luke asks. “Cotter’s goal, obviously, but what did I do? Since you’re impressed by me all the time, tell me what you liked most.”

Oh, you’re going to pay for this, but you have to spout the first thing that pops into your mind. Luke likes when you get bratty, after all. “I liked that you only fell down twice. That was impressive.”

You work hard to keep your expression clear, as if you’re being genuinely honest and not baiting Luke.

He sees through it, of course. His hand raises and comes down against your ass twice in a row, in the same spot, hard. “That smart mouth of yours,” Luke growls. “It only gets you in trouble. Remember when I said I was only going to make your ass pink, baby?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now I’m going to spank you until you can’t sit down without feeling my handprints on your skin,” Luke tells you.

It sounds almost like a threat, but a thrill runs through you. Wiggling in place during dinner or while watching a movie because you can’t get comfortable, and seeing the pride in Luke’s eyes when you do? Yes, please.

“What if my hands hurt too much before I’m done with you?” Luke asks. “What should we do then?”

Your heart flutters in your chest, ascending into your esophagus. You’re so turned on that you can’t even form a full sentence for Luke, just one word: “Paddle.”

Luke’s smile stretches from ear to ear. “That’s what I like to hear.” He rubs over your skin possessively, heating it up to prepare you for the rest of your punishment.

You’re a bit of a mess after the first five strikes. Luke kicks your legs further apart after the tenth, and shushes your whimpering, spitting onto each of his palms before he brings them down on your stinging skin.

“Are you going to flirt with the boys again?” Luke asks as you near the 25th spank.

“No, sir, I’ll only flirt with you,” you promise in a sweet voice. You weren’t flirting, but you’re getting desperate for Luke to really, really touch you. Between slaps, Luke has stripped down to his boxers and ground his cock, growing harder and harder the more you whine, against your bare pussy. You can see his v-line in the reflection of the glass, disappearing into his boxers, and it’s killing you. The glass is cloudy in front of your face from all of your panting and you can feel sweat beading along the small of your back.

“That’s my good girl,” Luke finally praises. “Can you do five more for me? Then I’ll give you a reward for being so brave, taking everything I gave you.”

You nod. “Mhm, yes, five more. Whatever you want, sir.”

“My hand kind of hurts, sweetheart,” Luke sighs with a grimace. You see him shake it out in the reflection. “Are you sure?”

“Get the paddle, Lu, please,” you beg. Your slip of the tongue will have to wait. “Punish me, make sure I’ll never do it again. I won’t move, I promise.”

“How about this,” Luke muses. He pulls your hips back, which makes your hands slide down the window until you’re nearly at a 90º angle. “You stay right here and I will be right back.”

You freeze in place, bowing your head and closing your eyes. You’re taking deep breath after deep breath, waiting for Luke to come back. You can see people across the street in their apartment, five floors down, moving around their living room. If they looked up, they’d see you here, gasping and naked. Your legs are spread and your body is flushed and your ass is burning.

Luke taps you with the end of the paddle. It’s lightweight in Luke’s hand, but it feels heavy when Luke wields it. It packs a punch and on a couple of occasions has left you with blemishes on your behind, which Luke has soothed with lotion and massages.

“My girl,” Luke brags, pride bursting from his voicebox. “Almost done.”

“Please, Luke,” you beg again.

“Who?” Luke asks.

“Please, please, sir.” You arch your back and present to Luke, revealing yourself. Your knees buckle slightly when he drags the wood along your round cheeks and his tip, now freed from his boxers, slides along your folds. You mewl.

You lurch forward with each hard smack Luke delivers. You’re biting your bottom lip hard to keep from crying out. Tears are streaming down your face from the pain, but it doesn’t reflect how you actually feel– God, you love when Luke treats you like this, when he takes charge and renders you completely at his mercy.

The paddle clatters to the ground on the fourth smack. You make an inquisitive sound and lift your head, looking over your shoulder at Luke. “What are you doing?” you ask, eyebrows turned down in worry.

You watch Luke rear back and deliver a harsh, cutting slap right to your pussy. A strangled keen leaves your throat and your hands slide down the glass, body going limp.

Luke shoves two fingers into your cunt, right where his final spank had landed. With his other hand, he fists his cock and strips it, head positioned right over the splotchy red skin decorating your backside.

“You’re so good,” Luke grunts. “You’re perfect. I love watching you like this. You’re so willing to do whatever I ask you…”

“Always, I’ll always do what you want, sir,” you babble, rocking back against Luke’s fingers.

“Fuck,” Luke curses under his breath, his head tipping back. His Adam’s apple bobs as he moans, cum shooting from his tip and splattering across the bright pink canvas he created. He fits a third finger into your heat and drops his cock, fingers imprinting on your waist.

The force from his thrusting fingers sends you over the edge and you tip forward until your forehead is flush with the glass, final teardrops leaking from your eyes.

“Good, so beautiful, my pretty girl,” Luke praises in one breath, leaning over you and peppering kisses along your shoulder blades. “Baby, I can’t look away from you.”

“Don’t,” you reply, voice broken.

“I won’t, baby, gonna take care of you all night, okay?” Luke helps you stand upright and turn around, cradling your face and planting a kiss on your lips. “Let’s go get you cleaned up, ‘kay, love? Let’s go, baby.”

#1 Year of Puck-Luck!#andy writes anything🍄#luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes fanfiction #luke hughes smut #luke hughes blurb #lh43 #nhl smut #nhl fanfiction #nhl blurb #hockey smut #hockey blurb

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exquisink · 1 day ago

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Contrary to popular belief, it’s Geto who’s the desperate one between the two of you. It’s why he can’t stand to see you too secure. It’s not because he’s ungrateful that you trust him. It’s because he needs you to rely on him every waking moment of your life.

He keeps you needy for him because he’s needier.

He keeps you clinging to him all the time because he’s clingier.

He doesn’t need you to match his freak. Not necessarily! He just wants to be able to smother you with all of the affection, all of the love, all of everything he has because no one else should have the luxury of making you feel wanted, cherished, spoiled, needed, desired, loved.

He hates even entertaining the idea of competition so he weeds them out and eliminates them before you even comprehend what’s happening. You can’t imagine that your sweet, sweet Suguru is capable of such heinous deeds like leaving behind a dismembered student scattered across your campus because he got a little too close to you. He’s almost got himself caught once, a splattering of blood left behind on his cheek when he waits for you to return home with a homemade dinner he preps himself. Even keeping that bronze ring of his victim as a keepsake, and. you comment on the speck of blood on his cheek before complimenting his new accessory.

”Oh, I had to kill a bug that landed on me while I was cooking and I just didn’t bother to swipe it off,” he explains in a smooth voice, and you don’t question him while doing that very thing with a damp paper towel. He’s not telling a whole lie. That man is a pest—may as well be written off as an insect, right? “I guess I get too into the zone, don’t I?”

”It’s admirable,” you admit as your lips twitch into a fond smile that knocks the wind out of his lungs each time. He loves being responsible for that smile. “But there should be no room for imperfection on a face like yours, Sugu.”

He hums, as his eyes roll upward. “Are you insinuating that I’m flawless?”

”I thought this had been established!” You reply, in mock surprise. He kisses into your palm before leaning in to steal a kiss to your lips.

”You’re too good for an ego like mine, baby,” he purrs, “Did you miss me?”

”Way too much,” you sigh, “I only put up with work because the only thing keeping me going is coming back to you.”

“You make me feel so whole,” he replies, as his eyes soften. “Finish your dinner before it gets cold. I made your favorite.”

You shake your head. “Whatever you say, Sugu.”

What you don’t know won’t kill you. He can never kill you. But he will kill everyone else who takes your attention away from him. He glances at the bronze ring on his finger, can’t help wondering if you probably recognize it.

Ah well. Even if you do suspect him, it just gives him the greenlight to keep you from the rest of the world so you don’t end up squealing about his little side quests.

#suguru geto x you #yandere geto #yandere geto suguru #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #yandere #suguru geto #suguru geto x reader #suguru geto x y/n #jjk geto #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #jjk x you #erixtales #geto x you

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aprildaughterfrotter · 7 months ago

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Over the months, you ask her about it a couple times. Each time, she’s like “I guess I kinda see it. Idk.” One night, you’re kissing her neck, and her hair shifts. Huh, she got a tattoo. She didn’t mention-

You stop. That’s your tattoo. She doesn’t even play the game it’s referencing!! She tenses, realizing you’ve noticed. You sit up.

She looks so embarrassed and ashamed, not meeting your eyes. “I’m sorry. I just… I was so uncertain of who I wanted to be. Then I met you. So gorgeous, so good at everything. From that first day, I knew: I wanted to be you.”

There’s a strange, mortified, desperate desire in her eyes. You stare at her in silence for a long moment, feelings fighting inside you.

“Are you sure?” You finally say.

“Yes”

“Okay.” You smile. You can see relief wash over her, as you lean down and whisper in her ear “But if we’re going to build you into something new, I might have to break you a bit first.”

She moans, pulling you closer. “Please, yes” She begs you.

Over the coming weeks, you spend every moment together, and she sees no one but you. Every day, you give her psychedelics until her sense of self evaporates. You hypnotize her until she really thinks she’s you. At night, you fuck her into the mattress until, between the closeness and the exhaustion, she can’t tell where she ends and you begin.

You teach her how to think like you. Your interests, thoughts, dreams and fears. Every time it strikes you how quickly she’s learning, you hold her, and tell her how proud of her you are.

You teach her to talk like you. To act like you. To fuck you exactly the way you fuck her. Until she knows your desires even before you do.

Her body keeps changing too. Every bit of it—her build, her height, her hair, her breasts, her ass, her face—adjusting until they match you exactly. You never understood just how perfectly beautiful you are until you could get fucked by someone else with your body.

You ask her how her body is changing like that, and she says she doesn’t know, because the author doesn’t have an explanation either. Don’t worry about it.

After a few months—once she talks about your memories in the first person, and you’ve called her by your name so long she’s forgotten her old one—you go out in public again. You have to introduce her to your friends as your identical twin sister, then you get weird looks when you make out in front of them.

You can tell, now, why she was so certain she wanted to be you. Knowing you, hanging out with you—loving you—really is as wonderful as she said. You don’t even feel weird anymore about the vanity of thinking that.

Sometimes, she forgets which of you used to be someone else. Sometimes you do too. And neither of you mind it.

September 26th, 2024 10:37pm I'm not sure what possessed me to write all this transfem nsft mtf t4t nsft wlw feminization kink sis's stories selfcest

you start dating a tgirl whose early into her transition but as time passes she starts looking more and more like yourself. i’m not really sure where i’m going with this one but i bet somebody finds it hot.

#I'm not sure what possessed me to write all this #transfem nsft #mtf nsft #t4t nsft #wlw nsft #feminization kink #selfcest #sis's stories #april's stories #resurrected post

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captain-huggy-bear · 1 day ago

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Congratulations on 1,000 followers! Can you please do Michael Kesselring + “I'm sorry I was so grumpy last night.” can I also request that the reader is pregnant in this prompt?

Dad!Michael makes me happy <3 He's also looking so good lately...don't tell Clayton. 1000 Followers Celly Currently ongoing 🥳🎉 (please read the rules) Big requests/full fic/big idea requests are closed at the moment but drabble and prompt requests are still open. Writing Masterlist

You wake to kisses being pressed across your face; little pecks to your cheeks, your nose, your chin before Michael's hand grasps your chin and pulls you into a kiss. It's the sort of wake up that has you smiling even as your back hurts and your baby kicks you like she's trying to decide whether to be in the NFL or Rugby Union.

"Morning, baby," He mumbles against your lips, sugary sweet, as you blink your eyes open to take him in. He's gorgeous in the mornings; curls across his forehead, chain swinging towards you, chest bare and tattoos on display.

"Morning..." You sigh as he leans over you, waking up a little more, smile dropping as you remember that night before, how grumpy you'd been, how snappy. “I'm sorry I was so grumpy last night.”

Michael helps you to sit up, pillows being plumped behind your back to support you as you move. Your belly making everything 10 times harder as you get closer and closer to your due date.

The grin he gives you is a little goofy, forgiving and sweet as he pulls one of your ankles into his lap, long fingers massaging the swollen area without being asked, without being told.

"'s okay, baby...you're kind of carrying an entire human in you right now. I'd probably be grumpy too." If anything his forgiveness and understanding makes you feel guiltier, like you need to explain your behaviour because you were a real terror last night and Michael's been nothing but wonderful the entire pregnancy.

"I just... she was kicking real hard last night and I was tired and hungry but I can't have half the things I'm craving because it makes me sick..." Your favourite foods had become inedible, even the smell of some of them made you queasy. An unfortunate symptom of your pregnancy and Michael had promised to bring you all your favourite foods for your first meal after giving birth.

Your eyes shift away from him out of guilt, Michael's hand stills on your ankle, "Hey, look at me."

You flick your eyes back to him, rewarded with your ankle massage ongoing, pressing into the tightness there, "You don't have to explain, I get it. I mean, I don't get it because I'm not pregnant, but I understand. You feeling better this morning, mama?"

"A little...I'm just really tired." You feel like staying in bed all day, not moving, just curling under the covers for an entire day until you feel like maybe you have some energy again.

"I know, but you've got to get your body moving, baby, the doctor said you can't be lying down too much."

"I know..." You hate that he's right. You'd been told to stay active, that not moving would make birth ten times harder on your body, but it didn't make it any easier to keep active when you were so goddamn tired all the time.

"What if you came to the rink with me? To see the boys?" He's pulling out the big guns because Michael knows you love going to the rink, you love watching practices and most of all you love the team. The guys treat you so well that sometime Michael has to remind himself that you're married to him, that he doesn't need to worry.

"Yeah?" He considers it a victory the moment you start smiling at him even if you haven't agreed yet.

"Mmm, and after at least 5 of 'em will try to buy you lunch but I'll do it because I'm your husband and that's my job," You can already imagine the scramble to pay for your lunch, the rush to hold doors for you. Each of the guys has been overly considerate of you since your pregnancy was announced, attentive to the point of overbearing like having a hockey team of brothers, uncles and fathers.

"Yeah? Subway?"

"If that's what you want or Wendy's or Taco Bell or anything you want." Michael scoots up nearer to you at the head of the bed, hand reaching out to cup your cheek and brush a few strands of your hair behind your ear.

"Do you think Logan will wear those stupid sunglasses for me?"

"Do you want him too?"

"Yeah, he looks silly in them, makes me smile."

"Give me a sec..." He's already reaching for his phone, shooting off a text message to Cools to demand he wear those ridiculous shades to make you smile. The response is quick, one word, a simple yes because Logan Cooley has no issues having a bit of fun if it makes you smile.

Michael grins at you, thumb brushing against your jaw, "Yeah, he's gonna wear 'em for you...should I be concerned that you have my entire team wrapped around your pinkie?"

"No, cause I only want you." You try to lean over to kiss him but barely move before Michael's doing the leaning for you, to ease the strain on your neck and back. You kiss him brief and soft, barely moving away, just enough so both of you can talk.

"Yeah?"

"Mmm, love you the most." You do love the entire team, but it's different, oh it's different. They're the mad group of gremlins who make you smile but you're not in love with them like you are Michael. You'd pick him any day of the week.

"Uh, so you love them?" There's that little jealous pout that brushes your lips, a reminder that Michael ultimately loves you so much that the idea of you loving anyone else even platonically sets his hackles rising.

"Well, they do buy me food..." You tease knowing he'll bite, he always does.

"Okay, but you love me most, right?"

"No doubt about it."

"Good, cause I love you the most too,"

"Even more than Logan and Josh?"

"Oh, fucking 100% more than those two idiots."

#Huggy's 1000 celly #huggy bear writes #michael kesselring x reader #michael kesselring/reader #nhl imagine #nhl x reader

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gingiesworld · 2 days ago

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Hii, l love your angsty fanfics, it hurt in a good way. Here is an idea for a fluff.

How about a fanfic where wanda and R who've always been a bit awkward around each other get stranded in a cozy cabin during a snowstorm? They start out unsure and bickering, but slowly bond over shared stories, hot chocolate, and board games. By the time the snow clears, they're inseparable—and maybe even in love. Lots of soft moments, warm blankets, and emotional healing.

Hope you have a great day

Girlfriend Huh?

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 3.4k

AN: Hey guys, it's been a while since I've written a light hearted fic so I am a wee bit rusty. Also a reminder that my asks are open of you have any requests or just want to say hello. I hope you guys enjoy this one!!!

18+ MINORS DNI

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Y/N concentrated as they drove through the wooded path, struggling to see as the snow started to fall heavier. Wanda was sat in the passenger seat, watching the unfamiliar surroundings pass before she turned to face them as they drove.

"Where are we going?" She asked them, her tone cold.

"Just one of SHIELD's safe houses, we can't make it back in this storm." They told her, a small cabin coming into sight as Y/N slowed down. "Hopefully it will be clear in the morning and we can head home tomorrow." They told her as they turned off the engine. Wanda only huffed as she stepped out of the car, following Y/N as they approached the cabin door, moving to lift up an old gnome, picking up the key before letting Wanda inside first. "SHIELD has these safe houses all over, just in case any agents are stranded on missions." Wanda only hummed as she moved through the cabin, seeing some old books on a small bookcase in a corner, a log fire and an old worn out sofa.

"So, we have to stay here?" She questioned, raising her brow.

"It's just until the storm has passed." They told her, reaching into the bag they had brought with them. "I'm just going to update Fury on our situation, he'll get someone out to us in no time." Wanda only nodded before she moved through the cabin, searching through the cupboards, finding them already stocked with tinned foods. "They also like to keep them all stocked. There is also fresh clothes in the closet, they vary from sizes." They directed her towards the bedroom, opening the door for her. "Just in case you want to change."

"There's only one bed." She told them, watching as they nodded, pursing their lips before they exhaled.

"I'll take the sofa." They told her, leaving her to do what she needed to do, Wanda had decided to take a warm shower as Y/N cooked up a quick meal for the two of them. Wanda entered the kitchen, freshly showered and a clean set of clothes, moving to step beside Y/N as they stood before the cooker. "I don't exactly know how to cook properly, so be warned." They teased her, their shoulders deflating as she gave them no reaction. Watching as she reached for the spoon out of their hands, tasting the food before she moved towards the spice rack they were provided. "I guess you can cook?" They tried, hoping to make some conversation.

"Yes." She answered them, keeping her answers short.

"Okay then, I guess I'll go and shower while you fix this monstrosity." They shuffled nervously before they turned around and left the kitchen. Ever since Wanda had joined the Avengers, she had only really taken to Clint, Vision and Natasha, but she was still alright with the rest of them. But with Y/N, she was close with them, the two used to spend time together, either watching old sitcoms or reading quietly. They had always wondered why she had pushed them away, practically a stranger to them now.

"It's ready." Wanda told them, taking their attention from the books. Y/N followed her into the kitchen, taking their bowl and thanking her before they sat down at the table with her. They ate in silence, it wasn't comfortable, nor was it uncomfortable. Y/N was extremely cautious, watching as Wanda ate her food, her expression was stoic as she glanced up and caught them. "What?" She asked them, raising her brow.

"What happened to us?" They asked her, placing their spoon down as they stared into her eyes. "We used to be so close, we weren't exactly best friends but we enjoyed each others company, we had conversations but now, now it's like you don't want to know me."

"It's not." Wanda chuckled dryly as she shook her head. "Can we not do this right now?" She pleaded as she rose from her seat, taking the bowls and heading towards the sink.

"Why not, Wanda?" They questioned, following her and leaning against the counter. "I deserve to know what I did wrong? To make you treat me like a stranger." She watched as their shoulders deflated.

"Please." Wanda whispered shakily, pausing her movements as her hands remained in the dish water. "Can we not do this, not right now." They shook their head, a dry chuckle falling from their lips as they moved away. Wanda watched as they moved further away.

"Okay." Y/N nodded, turning around and leaving her alone in the kitchen, she watched as they lit the fire before they moved onto the sofa, watching as they lay down, their eyes remaining on the dancing flames as the warmth filled the room. Wanda sighed, finishing her task before she disappeared into the bedroom, laying down on the bed and pulling the covers over her. Glancing out of the window, watching as the snow came down harder, closing her eyes as she listened to the stillness that surrounded her. Although, Y/N's question replayed in her mind, their face imprinted in her memory, the hurt in their eyes as she didn't answer their question. Truthfully, she is afraid to speak aloud of why she pulled away from them, she feared they wouldn't understand.

The next morning, Wanda woke to the sound of Y/N moving around the living room, muttering as they paced. Wanda stood and watched for a moment as they continued their movements, worry on their face as they mumbled incoherently.

"What's going on?" Wanda asked, announcing her presence, Y/N soon pausing in their tracks to face her.

"We are snowed in." They told her, gesturing to the already open door. "I have sent out an SOS to Fury, but there's no saying in when they will arrive."

"But you said we would go home today?" She told them, her voice rising slightly.

"I know I did Wanda, I didn't expect to be snowed in when I woke up." They told her, their anger rising slightly. "I've done all I can, Fury knows of our situation and he will get us out of here, but until then we will just have to wait." With that, Y/N headed towards the bathroom as Wanda just looked at the pile of snow blocking the exit. She moved to close the door before she headed towards the kitchen, seeing what to have for breakfast.

The day went on, Y/N had remained at a distance from Wanda, barely acknowledging her as they sat on the sofa, a book in hand. Wanda watched as they read, flicking the pages the more they read. They raised a brow, not tearing their attention from the book in their hands.

"What?" They asked, their voice flat as they felt Wanda's eyes on them.

"You have barely spoke to me today." She told them, leaning back in her seat as she watched them close the book, placing it in their lap before they turned to face her.

"Okay, is there a problem with that?" They asked her, raising a brow as they waited for an answer.

"You're punishing me." She told them, her voice firm as they just chuckled. "Because of last night."

"No, I'm just respecting your wishes." They told her, their eyes finding hers. "You were the one who pushed me away first, you're the one who won't even give me an explanation as to why either, so I just don't see the point in trying to make conversation with you if you're only going to ignore me or barely acknowledge my existence at all." They got to their feet, Wanda was staring at her hands, hearing as they grabbed a water from the fridge before she rose to her own feet. Y/N watched as she approached them, standing just before them.

"You have no idea what happened." She whispered, fighting back the tears that threatened to surface.

"Then talk to me. Tell me how it really was, because I have no fucking clue!" They yelled, slamming the bottle down on the counter, Wanda took a deep breath as she gathered her thoughts, her heart hammering in her chest.

"I couldn't lose you, not like I lost him." She whispered, her breath catching as her tears started to fall. "I have lost everyone who I have ever loved, everyone who meant everything to me, and you." She took a deep breath, Y/N's eyes never leaving hers as she spoke. "You meant everything to me, you made me feel something more than just the grief and the pain. You stopped me from drowning within my own mind and I was starting to fall and I thought that if I pushed you away, I would stop falling, that it would hurt less if anything happened to you, but it didn't." She wiped her eyes as she gazed into theirs. "It didn't stop it, and I am scared." She exhaled shakily as she continued. "I am scared because I think I love you, like I'm in love with you and I am scared to lose you." Y/N reached out for her, wrapping their arms around her as she cried into their chest.

"I'm sorry, Wanda." They whispered, their hand rubbing her back soothingly. "I didn't know you felt like that." They moved back slightly, cupping her face as they wiped her tears away. "But you're not the only one who is scared." They confessed, looking in her eyes. "What I have been feeling for you, since the moment you snorted at that scene in that Adam Sandler movie you had me watch with you, the way you laughed, the way your eyes sparkled as you smiled, it was then that something had shifted between us."

"I'm sorry." She whispered, resting her forehead against their chest, their fingers softly combing through her hair. Y/N pressed a soft kiss to her head, fingers still combing through her hair.

"You have nothing to apologise for." They told her, pulling back slightly to look into her tearful eyes. "It's okay, we're okay." They reassured her, pressing a kiss to her forehead, Wanda sighed at the feeling of their lips against her skin. "Maybe, if you'd like we could um try and be something you know, together. Maybe it was a stupid idea, you should just." Wanda cut them off, pressing her finger to their lips, their eyes finding hers.

"I think we could try and be something more." She smiled, watching as their shoulders relaxed as she moved her hands to cup their face. "Maybe we could, keep it between us for a while. I just, I don't think I'm ready for the team to know about it just yet."

"No, yeah, we can do that." Y/N nodded, swallowing hard as they held her hips, their eyes searching Wanda's as they glanced briefly at her lips. "Can I kiss you?" They asked her, she gave them a smile as she nodded, leaning in herself to meet their lips in a soft and passionate kiss. Both pulled away with wide smiles on their faces, Wanda then reached up and pecked their lips before she pulled them towards the bedroom, pushing them down on the bed as Y/N watched her every move. Wanda wasted no time in latching onto them like a koala bear, Y/N moved to wrap their arms around, pulling her in closer and kissing the top of her head. The two just revelling in each others warmth as they both succumbed to sleep.

As the days passed, Y/N and Wanda were soon heading home, after spending their nights talking and laughing, with some making out, well a lot of it. Natasha was shocked to see Y/N sat on the sofa beside Wanda, the two watching a movie. She raised her brow, observing for a moment before Y/N rose to their feet, heading towards the kitchen and grabbing two waters.

"What's going on with you and Wanda?" Natasha questioned quietly after she followed behind them.

"What do you mean?" They asked her, tilting their head in confusion. "We're just watching a movie."

"Exactly." Natasha pointed her finger at them. "You're usually never in the same room as her, I just don't understand the sudden change."

"We both talked about what happened, why she pushed me away and we decided that we would give our friendship another go." They told her honestly. "I just wanted my friend back, and I have her back, she's right in there waiting for me to continue our movie." Nat only nodded, feeling bad as she remembered how they used to be before.

"Okay, I'm sorry." She nodded, turning around to head out of the kitchen. "But, just so you know, if it was something more than what you're telling me, I'm happy for you both, you both deserve happiness after all of the bad you've both seen."

"Thank you." They whispered, nodding as Nat left the kitchen, they then started to make their way back over to Wanda, handing her her bottle of water, she thanked them before she turned to face them.

"What took you so long?" She asked them, before taking a sip of her water.

"Nat wanted to know what was going on between us." They answered her, playing with their bottle as their eyes remained glued to their hands. They felt the sofa shift, signalling that Wanda had shifted positions, she leaned her head on her hand as she watched them carefully.

"And what did you say?" She asked them, her voice calm and steady.

"That we're just trying our friendship out again, getting back to the way we were before." Their voice broke slightly as they spoke quietly, their eyes still not meeting Wanda's.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, moving her hand to play with the baby hairs on the back of their neck. "We can tell them maybe? If you want to."

"Do you want to? Are you ready for that?" They asked her, their eyes finally meeting hers, searching for any sign of doubt or regret in her eyes.

"I am." She gave them a soft smile, moving her hand to caress their cheek. "I am ready for them all to know that I'm your girlfriend." She told them confidently. Y/N raised a brow, a smirk growing.

"Girlfriend huh?" They teased, earning a groan and a slap on the chest from Wanda.

"Well, you never really asked me." She countered, challenging them. "We've been on dates and you have yet to ask the question, so yes, I am taking matters into my own hands and claiming you as mine, just as I am yours." She told them sternly, Y/N soon having a goofy smile on their face.

"Girlfriend." They whispered to themselves, Wanda watched as their smile widened as they gazed intensely into her eyes. "I would be honoured to call you my girlfriend Wanda Maximoff." They caressed her cheek, leaning in to kiss her lips tenderly.

"Girlfriend huh?" Tony spoke as he leaned against the wall, Wanda buried her head in Y/N's neck as they turned to face her.

"Is it so hard to have some privacy around here?" Y/N questioned, raising their brow as Tony stepped closer to them.

"Well, this is a communal area, you want privacy, you have your bedrooms." He clapped his hand together sarcastically. "And they have doors that lock." He gasped, feigning excitement. "But on a more serious note in regards to this." He pointed between the two of them. "The bedrooms also have a soundproof option, especially for the more R rated nights or dates. I don't want to be reminded that I currently don't have a sex life because I am a raging idiot." He sighed before smiling at them both. "But I'm happy for you guys. Happy Humping!" He cheered as he left the living area. Wanda lifted her head out of their neck, smiling up at them as they turned the attention back to her.

"It's good to know that the rooms are soundproof." Wanda smirked, Y/N coughed loudly, choking on air as Wanda just rubbed their back soothingly, her smirk staying in place as they calmed down. "I can kick your ass on Mario Kart." She squealed, jumping off of the sofa and heading straight to their room, Y/N right on her heels as they passed Nat on their way. Tony chuckled to himself after he had an updated on the system, the soundproof being turned on in Y/N's room.

"What's so funny?" She questioned, Tony just shook his head as he shown her the screen. "Why would they want to soundproof their room? What on earth could they be doing? They were just watching some movie with Wanda." Her eyes widened, Tony nodded as he took a sip of his coffee. "Nooo! They lied to me!"

"What do you mean?" He asked her.

"I asked Y/N earlier if there was something going on and they said no." She told him, Tony just chuckled. "I'm gonna." She started to leave the kitchen as Tony called her name.

"Are you sure you want to that? Right now?" He asked her, raising his brow. "There would be things going on in there that shouldn't see the light of day." He finished his coffee, rinsing the cup out before placing it on the side. "Besides, we can just ask them in the morning, they have some tests to run on their gear and I'm letting them use my lab."

"I'll be there." She told him, a smirk on her face as she turned away, retreating to her own room. Soon enough, morning came around and as expected, Nat was already in the lab with Tony, waiting for Y/N to enter.

"Morning." They grumbled, rubbing their eyes as they struggled to hold back a yawn.

"Someone had a fun night." Nat teased, a smirk on her face as Y/N soon stopped in their tracks, their eyes bouncing between the both of them.

"I did actually." They confirmed, heading towards the spare desk.

"Yeah you did." Tony spoke excitedly. "Our Y/N/N is finally growing up." He turned to Nat, who matched his smile. "I never thought I would ever see the day." Y/N turned around to face the two of them.

"What are you even going on about?" They asked him, a hint confusion in their voice. "I am grown up, I have been grown up."

"But last night you were even more grown up." He raised his brow, Nat stifled a laugh at him. "Isn't that why you soundproofed your room last night?" He questioned.

"NO!" They raised their voice slightly. "We weren't, we haven't done, I don't think we're." They took a deep breath, closing their eyes as they regained their composure. "We were playing Mario Kart, you know how loud Wanda can be." Nat snorted as Tony pursed his lips, trying to hold his own laugh back. "Not like that! We are not at that stage, it's too early for you know." They waved their hands nervously. "Well, anyways we were playing Mario Kart and you know how she is whenever she plays that game, she is both a sore winner and a sore loser."

"That is true." Tony agreed with them. "I had to resort to wearing my armour whenever I play that game with her."

"Exactly!" Y/N spoke up, clapping their hands. "You know, as nice as this has not been, I have some work to get done."

"Okay, well I will leave you both to it." Nat said as she stepped beside Y/N, resting her hand on their shoulder. "I know that you both will be the best part of the other, just don't ever take her for granted." With that, Nat left the lab as Y/N put their favourite playlist on, their classic rock playlist. They sang along to the songs, Tony joining in just as enthusiastically as they both moved around the lab continuing their work.

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