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withwritersblock · 2 months

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The Fall of Home

~The Fall of Home by Los Campesinos!~

Author's Note: idk honestly it's mostly word vomit ngl Italics are flashbacks Summary: Nate wins the cup and needs his childhood best friend to celebrate with him Warnings: Swearing, implied smut, shouting Word Count: 3,990 Nathan Mackinnon x fm!reader

She sat on the couch watching the dying minutes of the Stanley Cup finals. She watched Nate push Gabe towards the bench, her heart beating hard against her chest. It was t0o close. Not enough to feel as though they had done it. The Avalanche jersey covering her frame had Mackinnon on the back. It was Nate’s old jersey from his first few years in the league before the Avs switched to their new ones.

Her childhood best friend had done it as the last ten seconds of the game the puck was in the Avs offensive zone.

It was like watching in slow motion as she watched the bench itch with anticipation as the clock winded down from five seconds. The buzzer goes off and the entire team throws their gear everywhere as they cheer and scatter on the ice. Her hands cover her mouth as her eyes well up in tears.

It had been his dream since the second Nate realized what hockey was. She watched him pretend to lift the cup on the lake behind his house countless times. Now in mere minutes she would get to see it done in real life. Except it is on her TV.

Her fiance smiled widely as he hugged her side. “The cups coming back to Scotia!” Daniel mumbled as he kissed the side of her cheek. She smiled politely as she stared at the screen seeing Nate on the screen.

Daniel didn’t know that Nate and herself grew up next door to each other or that he was her first kiss. Or the first person he called after he got drafted first overall. Or the fact that they act like they're in a relationship every time they see each other again. Cuddling, kissing, dinner with each other’s parents.

And sex. A lot of it.

Except Nate hasn’t been home in two years. His family has gone and visited him in Colorado instead. She visited him once in Denver and stayed with him, in the same bed. Except nothing happened between them because of Daniel. Daniel entered her life during a difficult time. It was two months before COVID really went rampant. They went COVID crazy and moved in together right when the lockdown happened. His idea.

Nate stayed in Colorado, despite many of his teammates using the time to visit and stay with their families. But she had Daniel. She didn’t need Nate.

Except she still missed him as the months progressed and the further they had time apart it was as if the feelings she had for him were getting less and less suppressed. But he had a new life, new people, new and better successes. Hell. He just won the Stanley Cup.

She even had a new life. Sure, it was still in the same community she grew up in but she had Daniel and a life that she’s supposed to be happy about.

“Are you crying?” Daniel questioned, a small furrow in his eyebrows. She shifted her gaze towards him for a brief second as she blinked rapidly. She looked back towards the screen to see Nate get handed the cup.

“Cole Harbour, you got another cup!” the announcer shouted as Nate shook the cup in the air with a wide smile on his features. She hasn’t seen him smile so wide since he was drafted.

“It’s just-look at ‘em,” she was referring to Nate.

“Yeah, they’d deserved it from the beginning,” Daniel said as he stood up from the couch to get another beer.

She watched as Nate handed it off to Jack Johnson, a player who’s waited over a thousand games to achieve this. She tilted her head back as she wiped the tear that fell onto her cheek.

~~~

It had been several hours later and multiple Instagram story reels that have kept her up as she watched the team celebrate. She remained on the couch, a glass of wine in her hand. Her phone screen lit up with a call coming from Nate. She furrowed her eyebrows harshly as his contact photo popped on the screen. It was a picture of them back in his Halifax days. He was kissing her cheek, sweaty and still in his jersey.

Pulling the phone to her ear, it was loud on his end of the phone. “Y/N!” Nate shouted, “I need you in Denv-ver, when I get there tomorrow!” he shouted. He sounded blacked out. She smiled to herself, happy to hear his voice. His voice was practically gone but it was still amazing to hear. “I need to see you, we’ve got to-to celebrate,” he slurred.

“Ask me again tomorrow,” she said laughing, “Enjoy your night Nathan,” she said, getting ready to hang up.

“Wait! Wait,” he chuckled, “I’m sorry you couldn’t come to Tampa, I wanted you here so bad,” he explained, the words taking forever to leave his lips. “Bu-but you’ve got a fi-fiance,”

Her features scrunched together as his voice was rasped as he was fighting hard to get the words out. “What does Daniel have to do with-”

“Because-” he hiccuped, “Because he has you and I don’t,” he let out. Her eyes widened as the words left his lips. Her stomach began to do flips as the words played in her mind on repeat.

“Because he has you and I don’t,”

“Oh dude, come on! Give me the phone, Nate! Give it to me. We said no drunk calling!” Erik’s voice rang out on Nate’s end of the phone. “Sorry, Y/N. He’ll call tomorrow when he’s sober!” Erik’s voice was closer to the phone as he spoke.

“Oh okay,” she mumbled as the phone call ended. Her hand began to shake as she pulled the phone from her ear. What the hell did he mean by that?

It was hard to take anything he said seriously because he was drunk, he probably won’t even remember calling her. She brought her wine glass to her lips as she drank it all in one swig.

She lifted her gaze from her lap to the sound of loud footsteps coming from her hallway. “Baby, we’ve gotta get up early for that thing with your parents tomorrow. Remember? Come get some sleep,” Daniel said, his voice groggy from probably just waking up.

She met his eye, praying for an ounce of butterflies or a feeling in her chest that told her he was the one. Or the spark that everyone talks about when you meet your soulmate. But nothing came out of it. She took a deep breath as she nodded, “Yeah, I’ll-” she cleared her throat, “I’ll be there in a minute.”

“So, things are pretty serious with him,” Nate mumbled as he messed with his fingernails, avoiding her gaze. She hummed as a reply as she avoided meeting his gaze.

She was laying in his king sized bed in his apartment in Denver, contemplating on why she decided staying with him was better than a hotel. Because all she wanted to do right now was kiss him. It’s been three hundred and forty three days since she last kissed him and she missed the feeling of his lips on hers.

“Why didn’t he come with you to visit me?” he asked, turning his gaze to her trying to read her features. She pulled her lips between her teeth as her eyes widened slightly. She took a sharp breath before looking towards him, her eyes landed on his bright blue eyes. His eyes were slightly swollen as he was recovering from a broken nose still from a few weeks back.

“He doesn’t know that we’re friends,” the last word difficult to leave her lips, “He just thinks that I’m on a trip with friends to Denver to see a few games,” she explained. Nate fought off a smirk on his lips as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

“How’s your mom keeping that secret? If I remember correctly all our childhood photos together are all over the living room,” he said, raising his eyebrows.

She chuckled as she inched towards him, slightly. “My brother decided to have four kids in the span of three years. So she replaced all of our photos with my niece and nephews.”

Nate let out a huff of air as he shook his head, “I don’t envy him. Triplets, right?” he asked and she nodded.

“They’re adorable, but a handful,” she muttered.

She met his gaze as she took a deep breath. He smiled softly as he adjusted the pillow under his head. “Is he a Penguins fan or Avs fan?” Nate asked, referring to Daniel. It was common in their small community to be either a Pittsburgh Penguins fan for Sydney or a Colorado Avalanche fan for Nate.

She scrunched her features together and Nate’s hand hit his chest like a fake dagger. “You couldn’t find an Avs fan to date?”

She rolled her eyes playfully as she laid onto her back, forcing her gaze to the ceiling. “You should get some sleep,” she muttered.

Nate laid facing her still, admiring every detail about her. The way her hair laid across his pillow. The curve of her lips and the flutter of her eyelashes. “Y/N,” he let out barely above a whisper, his heart racing. She turned her head to meet his gaze. His eyes trail from her eyes to her lips. Needing to kiss her but he couldn’t. Nate was not one to make moves on someone else’s girlfriend.

But this was Y/N. She was everything he’s ever wanted. Even down to the fake wedding they had when they were nine, it was the first time they kissed. They were nine, kisses at that age barely count but it was the first of many.

She met his gaze, pursing her lips forward slightly as she watched his eyes flicker between her lips and her eyes. “He’s lucky to have you,” he let out finally. She smiled softly, “But I’ll beat the shit out of him if he hurts you,”

“You would knock him out with one punch, he’s not very strong,” she muttered as he chuckled.

The next morning she was woken up by Daniel shoving her awake, “Wake up,” he mumbled as he began pacing in their bedroom. She rubbed her hand across her eyes as she was adjusting to the sudden touch to her body. “What the fuck is this?” he asked, shoving his phone into her face, she pulled her hand away as she stared towards the Facebook post that her mom shared early this morning.

It was hard to read as his hands were shaking, “What-”

“What the fuck is this?” he asked again, dropping his phone onto her chest. She furrowed her eyebrows as she looked over the Facebook post.

The caption said From the lake behind our houses to the big stage! Our family couldn’t be more proud. Can’t wait to see the cup in your hands this time! #GoAvsGo #NateDogg

She cringed at the wording but her breath caught in her throat as she saw the collection of photos she added. Each photo shows Nate with her family. Majority of them with Nate and Y/N cuddling cozy and even one of them with him kissing her cheek. “Daniel, I can explain,” she said as she began to stand up from the bed.

“How fucking long were you going to keep this a secret?” he accused as she dropped his phone onto the mattress. Her mouth opened as she tried to find words to say. There was nothing to say. “I mean his contact photo in your phone is him kissing you!”

“Wait, you went through my phone?” she countered as she looked at her phone in his hands.

“No, he called you and I saw the picture. I mean, is the jersey you wore last night his? Like off of his fucking back?”

“I never wanted to lie or keep it from you. What was I supposed to say? Oh by the way, my best friend growing up is now this super famous athlete, I never see anymore.” she expressed.

“He’s not your best friend, all these fucking pictures your mom posted is you two looking coupley. This one is from a year ago when you were in Denver, I mean what the actual fuck. Have you been cheating on me?”

“What no! Will you stop shouting and sit down and have a conversation?” she countered. He shook his head while taking a deep breath. He reluctantly sat down beside her on the bed, refusing to meet her eye.

There was silence for a moment, “Nate and I grew up beside each other. We were born four months apart, our parents are best friends. He was my first friend. We had a weird relationship,” she hesitantly looked towards him, he was still fuming. “We were never in a romantic relationship but,” she let out a huff of air, “Sometimes it felt like we were?”

“I haven’t seen him since the last time I was in Denver, and nothing happened between us. He knows about you and Nate would never even try anything,” she explained. He shook his head.

“So what? You guys have had sex?” he questioned. Her mouth clamped open and shut and he groaned. “I can’t believe you’ve kept this from me!”

“He’s my past, Daniel, he doesn’t matter!”

“But he was a huge part of it! And clearly still is! He’s called you like four times!” he let out as he stood up from the bed. “And you know what, I don’t want to be with someone who keeps such a massive part of their life secret. I’ll move my stuff out by tomorrow,” he expressed, furious. He took a hold of his phone and stormed out of the bedroom.

“Daniel!?” she called out. She let out a huff of air before switching her gaze to her phone that was now lying on the floor.

“You look at those fucking photos and tell me how to feel!” Daniel shouted again. “I can’t compete!” he said before he left.

She tried to feel something for Daniel leaving. Her body was stiff as her mind was racing with thoughts of Nate. Instead of Daniel. She was wrong. He does matter. He always has and despite all of the time apart, he was still so important to her.

~one week later~

She laid in the bed that she once shared with Daniel. He moved out the next day from the apartment after several more fights regarding Nate. He took the ring from her finger and threw it out of the window. Y/N knows she should’ve told Daniel about Nate. It was easier having him be a celebrity in her life than someone she loved. Someone she loved in more ways than one.

She’s spoken to Nate every day since they won. He would call twice. Once in the morning to recap the drunken things he would say well into the night. His drinking slowed down as the weeks progressed but he’s been celebrating every day since. Each night he would call and beg her to come see him in Denver. Every night she would consider it until she would realize he was too drunk to remember. She’d always leave it out the next day they’d talk.

She laid naked beside him as she traced her manicured finger along his chest. Tracing each line of his muscle, each outline. His hand fluttered his fingertips along her skin. He would trace his index finger from the base of her neck in a zig zag to her lower back.

“When do you go back to Denver?” she questioned barely above a whisper. He took a few seconds to reply as he continued the pattern on her back.

“Tuesday,” he let out, shifting his gaze from the ceiling to her. She lifted her head to look down towards him. She leaned down and pressed her lips against his softly. He lifted his other hand from his side and rested it onto her cheek. “This might be the last time I’m back here for a while,” he let out as he stroked his thumb across her skin.

She raised her eyebrows teasing as she pecked his lips, “Let’s make the most of it then,” she muttered between kisses. He smirked into the kiss.

It was sensual and slow, something they’ve perfected over the years as if they know exactly what the other person wanted. Nate pulled away from her lips, resting his forehead against hers. “I’ve missed you a lot,” he said as his hand on her cheek moved to the base of her neck. She opened her eyes to meet his gaze. Her cheeks heated up as she smiled.

“Me too,” she mumbled as he leaned towards her, kissing her.

She shook her head as her phone began to vibrate beside her, she lifted her phone up to see Nate was calling her. She took a deep breath as she put the phone to her ear. “Hi,” she mumbled.

“Come to Denver,” Nate said simply. His voice groggy as if he hasn’t spoken much yet. Pulling her head back against the pillow, she scrunched her features together.

“What?”

“I know you and Daniel broke up, I don’t know why you won’t tell me about it. But all I know is that I’ve been trying to see you because my dream has just happened and I want my best friend to be with me. The other half of this conversation can’t happen over the phone, so please come to Denver. Don’t make me wait till I bring the Cup home, please,” he let out as if he’s rehearsed it.

She was stunned. Her eyes blinked slowly as she swallowed hard. “How’d you know about Daniel?” she asked, ignoring the rest for now.

“Y/N, our mother’s still live next to each other and they talk a lot. Come to Denver, I’ll book your flight. I just really need to see you,”

“Okay,” she let out faster than how her mind could process anything.

“How fast can you get to the airport? I want to give you enough time to pack and get ready,”

~~~

She was walking through the airport in Denver trying to find Nate. It took about thirty minutes for her to find him sitting near the passenger pick up doors. He lifted his head, as if he could sense she was close to him.

She stopped as she saw him stand slowly from his seat, shoving his phone into his pocket. He was glowing. It’s been over a year since she last saw him in person but her entire skin began tingly when she saw him as every moment between them played in her mind like a flipbook.

Every kiss. Every intimate moment. Every conversation. Hockey games she wore his jersey to. Her graduation from university he flew from Denver to see. Their very first kiss at nine years old, their fake wedding.

She walked towards him and he began walking towards her. Once they met, she let go of her suitcase and her carry-on bag and jumped into his arms as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist as he squeezed her tightly against his chest. He took a sharp breath, breathing in her floral perfume. Her hand rested on the base of his neck, running her fingers through the small pieces of his hair.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he muttered into her ear before she slowly pulled away from him, his hands remaining on her hips.

“I just spent way too many hours on two airplanes, don’t lie to me,” she muttered as she met his eyes. They were brighter as well as his smile. He was happier than he’s ever been.

“Still beautiful,” he mumbled as he pulled her against his chest again.

~~~

It had been a few hours since she got to Nate’s apartment. She had showered and got rid of the airport smell from her body and they were now sitting on his couch watching an action movie he had picked out. They were quiet but there was a looming tension between them.

“What happened with Daniel?” Nate asked, keeping his gaze on the screen, trying to avoid looking towards her. She dropped her gaze to her lap, the conversation they’ve been avoiding.

“The day after you guys won the cup, my mom had posted something on Facebook,” she said as she let out a huff of air.

“I saw, it was nice,” he mumbled, Y/N fought off a smile.

“He felt blindsided because he didn’t know that we knew each other. Or knew each other that well and you had called a few times before I woke up and he saw my contact photo for you,” she paused again.

“He claimed I was cheating on him with you and he thought when I visited you in Denver that I cheated on him with you. He then threw my engagement ring out of the window and stormed out. Stayed with my mom that night so he could get his stuff out of my apartment,”

“What the fuck? He threw your ring out of the window? That’s a dickhead move,” he said while shaking his head.

“I mean, not telling him about us was a dickhead move too, Nate,”

“I don’t understand why you didn’t tell him,” Nate muttered, shifting his gaze to her. She tilted her head to the side as her lips fell into a pout as her eyes lowered to his lips before she met his gaze again.

“What did you mean when you said ‘he has you and I don’t’?” she asked him. His eyes widened as he pressed his lips together.

“You remembered that?” he asked. She nodded. “I’ve always thought one day we’d end up together, married with like four kids or something. I always thought one day I could convince you to move to Denver with me. Or after I retired we’d start a life together. But you started dating Daniel. I realized I waited too long. And I was going to go back to Halifax during those first months of COVID. But you were with Daniel, I couldn’t be around you and him. So I stayed in Denver.”

“And then he proposed and I lost my chance. I lost my chance because I wasn’t going to make a move on you when you were with him. So, I thought that if we stayed apart, I stopped visiting home, these feelings would just go away. It’s worse, Y/N.” he muttered as he scooted closer to her, forcing their faces to be near inches apart.

“I think sappy romantic stuff is bullshit. But Y/N, you’re my soulmate. I’m in love with you, have been in love with you long before I even knew what love meant,” he rested his hand on her cheek, “At fucking nine years old, I knew who I wanted to marry and seventeen years later I still know who I want to marry. It’s always been you.”

She delicately rested her hand on his chest as she smiled, “I can’t believe you did that math so fast,” she teased. He rolled his eyes playfully.

“Shut up,” he muttered before he pressed his lips against hers urgently. She returned the kiss quickly as she climbed onto his lap, straddling him as her hands were holding his cheeks.

“I was scared,” she muttered as she pulled away, “I was scared that you’d become this famous athlete and forget about me. So I pulled away,” she mumbled before pecking his lips. “I’m in love with you too.”

He smiled as he kissed her again. “Best fucking year,” he let out.

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chibilino · 2 months

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IDFC

synopsis: You and your roommate are oblivious to each other's feelings

pairings: roommate! Haechan x fem! reader

genre: college!au, fluff, angst, 3 smau slides

warnings: kind of mention of sex, food, alcohol, crying, swearing, grammar

word count: 2.4k

You stood in the kitchen, making yourself a cup of tea when your roommate had left for the first party of the weekend. It was his turn to host the party pregame get-together, meaning you got absolutely zero studying done for the past roughly three hours he and his friends were there. You look over to the time on the display of the microwave as you pour the hot water from the kettle into your cup. If it’s 10pm now, that means Donghyuck likely won’t be back until around 2am, so I can get 4 good hours of studying in. You thought to yourself as you walked back to your room. You plop back down at your desk, sighing as you straighten all of your papers, looking for the best place to begin.

You had been able to sit and concentrate on the papers sprawled on your desk for about 3 hours before it all started to look the same, indicating you had used all of your allotted brain cells for said task and forced yourself to sit on the couch and watch Charmed. To say it was your comfort show would be an understatement. When you first moved in, Donghyuck complained the entire month of October because he was forced to watch nothing but Charmed if you were home. Although he complained the entire time, he still stayed and watched with you, letting you explain parts he didn’t quite understand due to the fact he had missed an episode, or 7, because he was either taking an exam, pretending to study for said exam, or partying.

Donghyuck wasn’t a bad roommate by any means. He was respectful of shared spaces and always made sure to not use any of the grocery items you had purchased without getting permission from you first, and on the off chance that he needed to, he would replace it and text you almost immediately. He was so friendly and nice to you when you first moved in, and it shouldn’t go unmentioned that he is not bad to look at. The situation was very stressful for both you and Donghyuck. You were kicked out by your previous landlord because he was selling the building and only giving you 2 weeks of notice to find somewhere else to live while you finish your degree, and Donghyuck’s previous roommate dropping out altogether and leaving him with the rent of the two bedroom apartment.

The only downside was when he got drunk.

You liked to call Donghyuck “Haechan” when he was drunk, because to you, he felt like a different person. You had been at the same party as him and his friends before and let's just say it was a less than desirable experience. You were familiar with his fuck boy antics when he was drunk but hearing them is completely different from seeing them begin with your own eyes.

You had planned to only watch an episode or two and then confine yourself to your bedroom before Haechan got home, but things didn't go as planned. Instead you fell asleep on the couch, and were woken up to your loud roommate stumbling into your shared apartment.

“Honey, I’m home!” he sang as he haphazardly kicked off his shoes, leaving them in the entryway before walking in a zig-zag pattern to the living room where you looked up at him from the couch groggily.

“It’s 2 in the morning. Must you be so obnoxious?” you spat before slowly standing up from the cozy spot on the couch and making your way to the kitchen to return your mug. Donghyuck followed behind you as he began to tell you the events of tonight's party, slurring most of the words as they fell from his lips. You could tell by his demeanor that he would not remember the majority of tonight and you were slightly surprised he was even able to make it home in one piece. You make a mental note to thank Renjun the next time you see him while rinsing your mug in the sink before placing it into the top rack of the dishwasher.

“You’re looking at the new pong champion, y/n” he says as he flexes his right arm and places a kiss on his bicep. If he won and looks like this, you don’t want to know what the others who played looked like.

“That’s great, Hyuck” you respond, walking back to the living room to finish your episode of Charmed, Donghyuck followed suit. Sitting on one end of the couch, you throw the blanket over yourself and wiggle to get into the most comfortable position. Donghyuck takes this opportunity to sprawl out next to you, laying his head on your lap in the process. This action didn’t startle you as it happened frequently. Donghyuck was a very physically affectionate person and things like this mini cuddle session became a norm in your shared apartment. To him, your thighs were just better than a pillow, but to you, to you it was more than that.

You always underestimated your feelings for Donghyuck, pushing them to the back of your heart, telling yourself it would be better to just suppress them, that nothing good would come from confessing. However, nights like this made doing just that extremely difficult. After a few seconds your fingers found their way into his hair and you could feel him relax further into your lap. You look down at him with a smile before that same smile turns into a frown when you remind yourself that no matter how much you want this to mean something for both of you, it will never happen.

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You woke up the next morning, still on the couch with Donghyuck, his head still on your lap and your hand still in his hair, the only difference is the grip of his arms around your thigh. You move slightly, hoping the movement was enough to make him loosen his grip on your leg but not so much to tear him from sleep. Luck seemed to be on your side today, his grip loosened enough for you to slide your body out from under him and off the couch as you walked lightly towards your room, closing the door behind you.

About an hour has passed since you hid in your room. You made your way to the kitchen, deciding it was more than enough time to not seem suspicious. You heard Donghyuck groan from the couch and you peek around the corner to see him.

“Rough night,huh?” You say as Heachan sits up from his previous position on the couch, rubbing his head. You grab 2 ibuprofen and a glass of water before walking into the living room and placing them on the table in front of Donghyuck.

“I think so? I honestly don’t remember most of it.” He takes the medication you brought him and sip the water before placing the mostly filled glass back on the table.

“Yea. That’s not surprising at all. You walked in at 2am and screamed “Honey. I’m home!”” You chuckled slightly. The interaction last night was annoying but looking back you found it almost endearing. Donghyuck cringed at the thought and made a vow to never drink again, you both know it was a lie. “You should probably let Renjun know that you’re alive.” You tell him before walking back to your room and text Renjun yourself

You spend the rest of your day avoiding your hungover roommate. Renjun’s text keeps you in your thoughts the entire time.

The next day starts similarly to the day prior, the only difference was Hyuck and his friends pre-gamed at Jeno’s house instead of yours. You study for a few hours and are brought back to reality by the front door opening and what sounded like 2 people stumbling inside. You hear the sounds of a girl giggling followed by Haechan shushing her. Your heart sinks a bit as you realize what is happening and put your headphones on, turning the volume high enough to drown out the sounds you know are coming. Studying becomes increasingly difficult just imagining what is happening in the room down the hall, so you decide to attempt to sleep. Headphones still on, volume slightly higher than before, you lay in bed, watching tiktoks until you eventually can’t keep your eyes open any longer.

You hear the girl leave the next morning before Donghyuck starts to stir, and you just lay in bed for a few minutes until you know she’s gone. You slowly make your way to the kitchen, making yourself a coffee as well as Donghyuck, since you know he would need it. You place the usual ibuprofen next to a glass of water as you begin breakfast. Donghyuck enters the kitchen groggily as you place a plate of pancakes, bacon, and eggs next to the medication, water, and coffee.

“Good Morning.” You say, your voice is a bit weaker than anticipated, still hurt by Hyucks actions and the text from Renjun the day before.

“God I love you.” He says before taking the meds and stuffing his face with breakfast. You swear you can audibly hear your heart shatter into a million pieces at his words. You smile slightly as you try to mask the pain.

“Everything okay?” He asks, still shoveling food into his mouth.

“Yea. I’m fine.” an obvious lie but Donghyucks head hurts too badly and he is enjoying the food too much to notice. “Just have a big exam that I’m worried about, that's all.” You fake a smile as you take a bite of your breakfast.

“Well. If anyone can ace it, it's you!” he replies enthusiastically. You give another light smile before quickly placing your dishes in the dishwasher and retreating to your room to study.

Not long after, Donghyuck takes it upon himself to come into your room and plop himself on your bed.

“May I help you?” You ask without looking away from your notes.

“Bored.” He says with a huff.

“Why don’t you hang out with one of your girlfriends” You reply, a bit of disdain in your voice.

“Where is all of this coming from?” He was confused. You normally enjoyed his company while studying, and he would occasionally help.

“I can’t do this anymore.” all of the emotions you have held back for so long came crashing in like a tsunami wave.

“What do you mean? Do what? Y/N what’s going on?” Donghyuck was now concerned on top of his confusion as he watched the tears fall from your eyes onto the notes you had sprawled on your desk.

“Please just go Hyuck.” You say, wiping the tears from your face.

“Y/N”

“Go.” Your voice is softer than anticipated. Donghyuck slowly stood from your bed and made his way out of your room to his.

He laid on his bed staring at the ceiling, trying to wrack his brain to find what could have caused you to have this outburst. It couldn’t have been the girl he brought home last night, right? You didn’t reciprocate his feelings for you so why would you care if he tried to get over you. He pulled out his phone and texted Renjun. Out of all of his friends, you were closest to Renjun after him of course.

After Donghyuck had left you pulled your knees to your chest and sobbed at your desk. Your phone lit up with a text from Renjun.

After texting Renjun, you moved from your desk to your bed. A hood pulled around your head. Your face is stained with tears and your eyes puffy from crying. A soft knock can be heard from your door but you don’t have the energy to move or even vocalize to let them in or tell them to go away. After a moment of silence, Donghyuck slowly opens the door.

“y/n?” he asks in the darkness of our room, waiting what felt like an eternity to me for you to answer. When you don’t respond he slowly makes his way to your bed and sits gently on the edge near your feet, looking down at his fidgeting hand trying to find his words.

You start to speak before he can. Your voice startles him and shakes him from his thoughts.

“I can’t keep doing this.” Your voice still meek from crying. You cough slightly before speaking again. “I can’t keep doing this little…. Dance we’re doing.” You try to take a deep breath to keep yourself from crying again, but your voice quivers slightly. “I have feelings for you, Hyuck. I try to act like I don’t and that I don’t care but I do, and it scares me. It scares me because you act like you feel the same, like when you lay with me and watch Charmed and let me play with your hair.” You smile at the memory from 2 nights ago, only for a moment though, and then the tears fill again threatening to spill as you continue “but then you go and bring a girl home and fuck her while I’m here… and then tell me you love me the next morning..” You stop for a moment as tears start to fall. “I can’t tell if it’s all pretty lies or if you feel the same but I am so tired.” You try to get your breathing under control. “Tired of trying, tired of hiding how I feel, and tired of feeling…. Like this…” You gesture to the air exacerbated before pulling your knees to your chest once again, and waiting for Donghyuck to speak.

He just stares at you for a minute, trying to gather his thoughts, but his body reacted faster than his brain could. Next thing he knew he was kneeling next to you, gently lifting your chin to look at him, before softly pressing his lips to yours. You don’t react right away, still trying to process all of the things you had just said. After a few seconds you relax and begin to kiss back, your lips moving in sync. You pull away, both unable to do anything but look at eachother.

“I love you.” Donghyuck finally broke the silence. “And not like an innocent, friendly, “I love you”, like I am in love with you.” Your eyes go wide as you register his words.

“I love you, too” You reply without realizing it.

#haechan angst #haechan x reader #haechan #nct dream angst #nct dream #nct 127 #nct 127 angst

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Imagine

18+ Minors dni

Bucky x f reader

A/N: self indulging here with how we ended up down this rabbit hole. A lil cocky Bucky.

Warnings: Dirty talking, a little smut, illusions to smut, swearing

The TikTok that started it all: https://www.tiktok.com/@hungrymathi/video/6948835965326707973?_t=8Tqbk2XuzbB&_r=1

Word count: 1.2k

You looked around you, sighing contently seeing no one else in the shared living room. You plopped down onto the large couch, snuggling into the cushions, pulling your phone out.

Tumblr.

Wattpad.

AO3.

The holy trinity; your latest guilty pleasure and favourite place to be. It all started with a tiktok.

Avengers walking in on you naked

You snickered at the accuracy of how each person would react; Tony, Steve, Sam, Peter but then the next avenger made your stomach clench. The one and only James Buchanan Barnes. The other avengers would run away or sneak a little glance. Bucky on the other hand, flicks his eyes over your body, licking his lips before walking in and shutting the door behind him. Sure, it was someone else pretending to be Bucky but that did it for you, you had entered a very interesting rabbit hole. You let curiosity get the best of you, searching his name and finding hundreds of TikToks. Some were some rather spicy edits of him working out or pictures of him shirtless. Those were nice, but what really sent you into a spiral were the stories.

It felt wrong but so right. He was your co-worker (disgustingly hot co-worker) for fucks sake but…

The first video you came across made you blush like a little school girl, momentarily confused about wtf y/n stood for. It was an elaborate story about you and Bucky pining for each other, classic idiots in love, there were almost 50 videos for the one story. It was sweet. Wholesome.

And then there were the ones where you were apparently Tony’s daughter (not too different from reality, Tony was very protective over you, more like a brother) and you were caught hooking up with Bucky. It started off with him teasing you, then you sat on his lap and then…. Butterfly emoji. You can imagine the rest?

You huffed because it was never enough, the videos always hinting to sexy times but with 0 details and fuck you wanted to details! You scrolled through the comments, seeing a number of people recommending Wattpad and AO3 stories that had all the details.

You figured just a peek wouldn’t cause any harm, you’d see what it’s about and it’d scratch the itch. You were so fucking wrong because with each story you read, you only wanted more. You allowed your mind to explore all the fantasies you always had, your heart racing and stomach erupting into butterflies with each spicy detail.

It didn’t help that all the fics were all so accurate. They all nailed Bucky’s personality and you were able to imagine everything perfectly. You did your best to hide your filthy little secret from everyone but it was becoming more and more difficult.

Which led you here; to this very moment. You kept the phone extra close to your face so no one would be able to sneak a peek at your screen, immersing yourself in the smuttiest of fics. Your heart was racing as the plot line was reaching its climax with Bucky ramming his cock into you against a wall.

“Whatcha reading there y/n?”

You shrieked, throwing your phone across the room, looking back to see Bucky with a smirk, his head cocked to the side right behind you.

How long had he been standing there?!

“N-nothing! I- cookies! It’s a cookie recipe!” You grabbed your phone and headed straight for your room without looking back, feeling his eyes watch your flustered form run away.

“Cookies my ass” Bucky smirked to himself, his cock stirring in his jeans.

You slammed the door shut, throwing yourself onto your bed to scream into your pillow. Ugh, why were you reading that in the middle of the living room like a perv. You had no idea how you were going to face him again, deciding to take a very cold shower because your entire body felt like it was on fire.

You let the cold water shock you, your mind racing hoping to Bucky didn’t actually see what you were reading but who were you kidding. He had super everything, hearing, sight, stealth, he was probably able to smell how aroused you were too. You shook your head, contemplating on sending Tony a resignation letter, maybe moving to Switzerland, live out your days as a cow on a nice pastoral farm. You switched off the water, grabbing a towel to wrap around you. You stepped out of the bathroom, your soul leaving your body; towel almost falling in the process.

Bucky was lying on your bed, casually scrolling through your phone, a shit eating grin on his face; how the hell did he know your pass code?!

You gripped onto your towel, bolting towards him, straddling him, trying to grab your phone, struggling as he grinned holding it out of your reach.

“Bucky!! Ugh, give it back! That’s private, you can’t just scroll through someone phone like that!” The towel nearly slipped off as you momentarily let go of it, squirming on his hips, your face flushing as you clutched it again.

“I thought we were friends doll, friends don’t hide secrets”

He continued to hold the phone out of your grasp, his eyes trailing the water droplets that were running down your neck, past your collarbone and into the valley of your breasts. He let out an involuntary groan each time your hips clumsily rocked forward, your breasts bouncing in his face, inching closer to his mouth.

“There are no secrets, you’re just being a creep right now, give me my phone back!” You huffed, crossing your arms across your chest, sitting back right on his crotch, your eyes growing wide as you felt his clothed cock pressing into your ass.

“Maybe you can tell me what you’ve been up to on your phone then, been noticing you’ve been glued to it recently”

Bucky grabbed your hips to sit right above his achingly hard length, moving you to grind on him. You gasped, unable to process anything that was happening right now, as he licked his lips, watching your mouth gape, your brain glitching. You could feel your core clench around nothing, arousal pouring out of you. Bucky gripped your ass, flipping you around, trapping you under him, his metal hand holding both of your hands pinned above your head.

“Tell me what you were reading”

“I…”

Bucky smirked, watching the way your eyes flicked between his eyes and lips, moving closer to your face so his lips would brush against yours as he spoke.

“You like imagining all the dirty thing’s Id do to you?”

You nodded, whimpering, your legs spreading apart further allowing him to rut his clothed throbbing length onto your desperate core.

“You like imaging me pounding you against a wall, wrapping my metal hand around your throat while I fuck your brains out?”

You moaned, squirming under him, trying to rub yourself on him, the growing ache between your legs was becoming unbearable. Bucky reached between your bodies, ripping the towel off you, leaving you bare underneath him. He sat up, tugging his shirt off before laying back on you again, his hand making its way down, teasing your folds while he kissed your neck.

“You don’t have to imagine babydoll, I can just show you”

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thirsty-lakedream · 1 year

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Third Roomate

I arrive after a long day of classes and this is the first thing I see when I walk into the apartment.

I’m not too surprised. It’s quite normal to see my roommate sitting on the couch and watching one of his shows. What I did not expect is how he looked.

“Hey, Matt…”

The guy glances over but says nothing, instead turning his attention back to the tv. Instead of his normal sci-fi shit he instead is watching a baseball match.

“Matt, yo I’m talking to you.” I try to block the screen with my body but he simply leans over, pointing the remote to the screen.

“In a sec man, I’m trying to watch the game.” I roll my eyes. I doubt he actually knows what’s going on about, just trying to play into his new look. “And stop calling me Matt, you know my name.”

I roll my eyes, “God you are obsessed. You know, when I agreed to buy ‘Gabriel’ with you I thought I’d at least get a turn every so often…”

“Oh come on.” The muscles blonde stood up, towering nearly a foot above me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d feel a bit intimidated. “I’m just having some fun with our new toy before you take him for the rest of the night!”

“Is this fun? Your sitting all alone pretending to be some dumb jock interested in sports. Tell me Gabe, did ‘Matt’ even go to class today?”

He shifted slightly trying to hide away, but with his big frame it was difficult to. “Not exactly… But don’t worry, l attended for him.”

“Dude! Are you serious?” Turning away from the guy, I barged into my roommate’s room, where I found him exactly where I thought I would. He stood in the center wearing a full-body haptic suit and VR headset strapped onto his head. He faced the wall, seemingly staring at nothing. The equipment was rigged to his PC, with the screen showing all sorts of familiar diagnostics and body mapping windows.

“You’ve seriously been using Gabriel all day? Even when you know I called using him tonight! Now his batteries are gonna be dead before I can even use him.” You grab him by the shoulder trying to shake him back to reality.

Matt didn’t turn to me but responded to my accusation “Relax bro. He’s been on the charger since he got home so you don’t have to worry! Look!” From behind me Gabriel walked up, standing attentively.

Both Matt and Gabriel spoke in at the same time in unison. “See? Look I’m Gabriel and I’m ready to go out with my frat bros all night!” Matt performed a mocking jig and Gabriel mimicked the exact movement. He then touched his finger to the temple of his virtual reality goggles and in an instant Gabriel halted all movement.

You see, Gabriel isn’t a real person, he never was actually. He’s what’s known as a techno-puppet. Like how in a video game you can use a controller to manipulate your avatar. It works the same way but instead you control this hyper realistic doll. It wasn’t hard to see why Matt took such a liking to living as him. We spent the last month building this entire life, even forging papers to make him an ‘official’ student in our college. We have people thinking he’s our third roomate, but in reality he’s just a toy for us to experience an exciting college life.

I waited for a moment as he took off the VR equipment and handed it to me. Hiding away into my own room, I excitedly put on the gear. Sitting myself down comfortably on my bed, felt around the headset until I found the power button. Pressing it, the technology in the haptic and goggles whittled to life. After a brief loading time, my vision awoke and I found myself once again standing in Matt’s room. My roomate grinned trying to hide his envy as I was now in control of Gabriel. Maybe ill give him a taste of his own medicine for hogging the beautiful body by taking him for the entire weekend. I know Matt is harboring a secret crush on our puppet so teasing him around the apartment can be a warmup to get into my new persona

#android #puppet #male puppet #male asfr #body possession #technology possession

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 1 year

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He’s Mine // Charlie Walker

request: “can we get a charlie walker x gn!obsessive!reader”

“can we get a charlie walker x obsessive!gn!reader - where reader is just as obsessive over charlie as he is with kirby, but he’s unaware of it before it’s ‘too late’.”

prompt: none

summary: you’re in love with charlie walker. or maybe obsessed would be a better word. you’ve dealt with your obsession silently until kirby makes a move on him, and you finally decide to do something about it.

warnings: gore, murder, somewhat graphic description of murder, language, holding a knife to a throat, kinda forced kiss, not proofread

word count: 1.6 k

a/n: ok so not entirely movie accurate cause sidney never shows up at kirby’s house, but other than that i tried to keep it pretty close

You sat next to Kirby on her couch, trying to keep your attention on the movie. It was one of the Stab movies, but you just couldn’t remember which one. After the third one, they all blended together. Maybe you’d be able to figure it out if you could manage to pay attention to the screen, but all your attention was focused on what was happening next to you.

Kirby and Charlie were shamelessly flirting with each other, and it made your blood boil. How could Kirby do something like that to you?! She knew you were in love with Charlie, and she just decided to flirt with him anyways?!

Well, you assumed she knew. You never actually told her, or your other friends, but you thought your feelings for Charlie had been pretty obvious. I mean you stared at him almost all day during school, and even more so when he was talking to your friends. He had never paid you much attention, acting like you weren’t even there sometimes. It did hurt your feelings a bit, but him not noticing you made watching him a whole lot easier.

“Why don’t you make a move?” Charlie asked Kirby.

“I just did.”

You glanced over at them, and saw they were about to kiss. You couldn’t let that happen. You were letting things go too far, and you weren’t just going to sit there and let Kirby take Charlie away from you. You had been dreading this. It was a backup plan, a last ditch effort if things weren’t going your way. But as long as Kirby was around, it seemed like you could never have Charlie. Plus, with a killer on the loose, you had a perfect scapegoat. What’s one more body in a bloodbath anyways?

You poked Kirby on the arm, and she groaned as she turned over to look at you.

“Have you seen Jill? She’s been gone for a long time. I’m starting to get worried,” you said, pretending to look concerned.

“She’s probably upstairs hiding from Trevor. I’m sure she’s fine.”

“I don’t know. I have a bad feeling about this. Let’s go look for her. Come on, it’ll only take a minute.”

Before Kirby could answer, you stood up from the couch and practically yanked her up with you. Gripping her arm you led her out of the living room.

“I’ll be right back,” she said to Charlie, frustration evident in her voice.

Charlie said something in response, but you were too far away to make it out. You headed towards Kirby’s bedroom and pulled her inside. You turned around and subtly locked the door, brushing it off as attempting to look for your backpack. You spotted it on Kirby’s dresser, walking over to it and pulling out your knife. You hid it behind your back and walked closer to Kirby.

“Well, she’s clearly not in here. Why don’t you just call her or something? She probably found her phone by now,” Kirby said.

“Oh, I’m sure she has,” you replied, walking closer to Kirby.

Every step you took to get closer to her caused her to take one back, until she walked into her bed and fell onto it.

“Uhm, y/n? What are you doing?”

You pulled your knife out from behind your back, and placed the tip against Kirby’s throat.

“I really wished that I wouldn’t have to do this, but I’m afraid you’ve left me no choice Kirby.”

Kirby’s eyes widened and she tried to back up, only to back into the wall, leaving herself cornered.

“This can’t be happening. You’re the killer? You’re Ghostface?”

You simply smiled at her, which made her even more uneasy.

“No, I’m not actually. I have no clue who the killer is. But you’re getting in my way. And how convenient for me that at the exact time I have to get rid of you, there’s a killer on the loose? It’s almost too perfect. No one’s even gonna look at me. Once they catch the killer, you’ll just be one of their victims.”

“What do you mean I’m getting in your way? Let’s just talk about this, ok? You don’t have to get rid of me, just tell me what you want.”

“Poor little Kirby. You think that’s actually gonna work on me. You’re getting too close to Charlie, and he’s starting to become attached to you. Even if you did stop talking to him, as long as you’re alive he’ll still want you. But if you were to simply be removed from the picture, you’re no longer standing in my way.”

“Y/n, please,” Kirby begged you.

“Charlie is mine,” you said, slashing your knife against Kirby’s throat.

Her blood sprayed against you, and you smiled. Finally, she was out of the way. You plunged your knife into her heart and twisted it, just to make sure she was really dead. By now, you were almost as bloody as she was, and it felt exhilarating. You wiped your knife on Kirby’s bed to clean it off, and hid it in your jacket. Now it was time to put on a show.

You opened Kirby’s door, and as soon as you stepped out you screamed. You ran down the stairs and Charlie was running towards you. You pretended you were terrified and ran into his arms.

“The killer is here. Kirby- she’s,” you faked a sob in between your words, “she’s dead!”

“It’s okay, we’ll get you out of here,” Charlie said, leading you over to the front door.

He pulled it open and Robbie was walking up the steps, covered in blood.

“Run,” he breathed out before falling.

You screamed and tried to shut the door when Ghostface pushed it back open and got inside. You tried to get away, but Charlie wasn’t moving. You watched as he walked over to Ghostface, and instead of trying to fight them or get away, he started yelling at them instead.

“What the fuck, Jill?! You said I could kill Kirby! That’s what we agreed on! You know I wanted to be the one to kill her, why would you do that?” he shouted.

Ghostface took off their mask, and much to your surprise it was Jill. She looked equally as pissed off as Charlie did.

“Uhm, what are you talking about? I didn’t kill her! You said you wanted to, I wouldn’t take that from you babe,” she replied, surprisingly calm.

You knew you should’ve probably been upset at the fact that one of your best friends was a serial killer, but what bothered you more was that Jill called Charlie “babe”. That alone made your blood boil. Not only did Kirby try to flirt with him, but Jill had the audacity to date him and flaunt it right in front of you. She wasn’t going to get away with this. She wasn’t going to get in your way.

“Ok, well if you didn’t kill her, then who did?” Charlie asked, still visibly angry.

You smiled and pulled your knife out of your jacket.

“I did,” you said.

They both looked over at you, very clearly shocked. You just walked closer to them, toying with the knife in your hands.

“You? Why would you want to kill Kirby?” Jill asked.

“Because she was getting in my way. And now, so are you,” you said, walking closer to Jill.

“What are you talking about?”

You didn’t even bother answering her, and instead you stabbed her in the neck. You twisted the knife before pulling it out, and smiling as Jill fell to the floor.

“What the fuck y/n?” Charlie shouted.

“I already told you, they were getting in my way. But there isn’t anyone coming between us anymore.”

You walked towards Charlie, and he tried to back up, only to walk into the wall behind him.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re mine, Charlie. Nothing is going to change that. And now that Kirby and Jill are gone, there’s no more competition. Not that there was any real competition in the first place. You were always mine, it didn’t matter if they thought they had a chance.”

You walked closer to Charlie, holding your knife against his neck.

“You love me Charlie, don’t you?” you asked him.

Charlie’s eyes widened. He barely even knew you. How could he love you? But considering you were holding a knife to his throat, if he didn’t say what you wanted to hear, it probably wasn’t going to end well for him.

“Yeah, yeah of course I do.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, and pressed the knife against him even harder.

“Then why haven’t you done anything about it? I seem to be doing all the work here. Meanwhile, you were flirting with Kirby and dating Jill. That doesn’t seem very fair, does it?”

Charlie gulped and tried not to think about the knife that was getting dangerously close to killing him.

“I was just too scared. I- I thought you were too good for me. I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same, and I didn’t want to waste my whole life being in love with someone who didn’t love me back. I was just using Jill and Kirby to try and get over you, I never cared about them. And it didn’t work anyways, I could never stop loving you.”

“Aww, Charlie, that's so sweet! Now, is there anyone else in this house who isn’t dead?”

“Uhm, Trevor’s tied up in the closet. That’s it.”

You smiled at Charlie, and leaned in to kiss him. He froze at first, not sure of what to do, before he started to kiss you back. Once you broke away for air you backed up and removed the knife from Charlie’s throat.

“Go kill Trevor, and once you’re done come back here. We have a lot of staging to do.”

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bowdownperv · 1 year

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More Billy smut and angst please

Red 18+: Angst, extreme smut

When you walked in the room you nearly dropped your books. Billy was slouching on the couch, legs spread, with his big bulge on full display through his red gym shorts.

The TV remote looking small in his hands as he flipped through the channels while chewing his cigarette.

You wanted nothing more than for him to fuck you until you both collapsed.

“Hi Billy.”, you said twirling you hair between your fingers, “I’m home”.

“Hey.” is all he said, not even moving an eye to acknowledge you.

You bent down to place your textbooks on the coffee table, taking a little too long on the bending process hoping he would notice how your skirt rode up your thighs revealing your little wet panties.

Nothing.

Being a little less discrete, you decided to walk in front of him and take off you shirt. Left showcasing just your bra, you grabbed your tits and shook them.

Still nothing.

That’s when you knew you had to do the one thing he couldn’t ignore.

A blowjob.

You got on your knees and crawled to him seductively like a cat. You pulled down his gym shorts and palmed his bulge through his boxers. Still huge even though he wasn’t hard. Nonetheless Billy still paid no attention to you. His soft eyes glued to the screen. With a little force behind it, you angrily yanked down his boxers. Struggling a bit to get them down his large thighs.

You looked at his big cock and we’re salivating. Couldn’t wait to put it in your mouth and suck the soul out of him.

Looking up at Billy who was still not acknowledging you, you grabbed the remote out of his hand and set it down next to him.

“Hey, I was watching tha-t”

He stuttered when you grabbed his cock and licked up his entire length.

His cock hardening and beginning to be able to stand on its own.

If he wasn’t going to give you attention at least his cock would.

You pressed gentle little kisses all across his length with your soft lips.

His cock stood up proud and red. You loved how many kisses you could leave due to his impressive length.

Then you went down lower.

To his big balls.

Popping one in your mouth at a time and swirling your tongue all around it.

You could feel the fullness inside them. Wanting so badly to make them explode down your throat.

You opened your mouth a bit wider too put both balls in and suck on them. His cock hitting you in the face making you giggle. You looked up at Billy with innocent eyes while he looked down at you trying not to show how turned on he really was.

His rock hard cock was not as good at hiding it.

That’s when you unstrapped your bra and threw it across the room. Shaking your tits a little before placing Billy’s length between them. Sitting up on your knees you bounced your tits up and down while his cock fucked them. Every time the head of his cock hit your chin you would stick your tongue out to lick it. Spitting on his dick every few thrusts to keep it lubricated.

You squeezed your tits together tightly to give his thick cock a tight squeeze.

At this point Billy was into it.

Biting his lip as he tilted his head to the back of the coach and groaned.

The deepness of his sexy moan making you feel a drip run down your leg from your core.

Billy stuck a finger in your mouth and you happily sucked his thick digit while your tits got fucked.

Slobbering all over his finger and swirling your tongue around it.

Pretending it was his dick.

That reminded you of what this whole interaction was about.

You pulled off him and watched him pout from the loss of stimulation.

That however turned into a cheeky smile when you put his entire cock into your mouth and bobbed your head up and down.

“Oh, fuck yeah” he shouted as little bubbles of spit formed at the base of his length.

It was messy.

Trails of spit running down his length as the head of his cock hit the back of your throat.

You were gagging, choking, practically suffocating on the large filling up your tight throat.

It was all worth it for the sparkle it put in his eyes and the smile formed with his soft pink lips.

Lust was written all over his face.

You pulled him out of your mouth to leave another trail of kisses on his cock.

Kissing up and down his length.

Thats when you noticed it.

Red

At first you didn’t know what it was on the mushroom head of his cock.

Blood?

No, it was sparkly.

You tried to rub it off.

It was stained.

That’s when you felt your stomach drop.

It was glittery, it was red, it was stained on, it was-

Lipstick.

“Billy, what the fuck!” is all you could say wiping your mouth.

“Who’s lipstick is this on your dick?”

Billy tried to cover it up, attempting to convince you it was your own. You both knew you didn’t wear lipstick. Especially a color that bright and red.

You almost got up to leave when Billy put a hand on your shoulder to stop you.

“Come here baby, it’s okay.”

While back on your knees he shoved his dick back into your mouth.

Thrusting into you fast and mercilessly.

You started crying.

Both from choking on his cock and from him betraying you.

He put his hands on your cheeks as your you were being throat fucked mindlessly.

Looking up at him with big cartoon eyes and tears rolling down your cheeks.

He chanted, cheered you on for taking his cock so well.

You didn’t know how to feel.

Remaining still and numb as he shot strings of cum down your throat and you swallowed it all nonetheless.

Watching him smile as he laid back down on the couch to take a nap.

You put your head in your hands and cried.

#billy hargrove smut #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove angst #billy hargove imagine #stranger things #stranger things blurb

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thinkingheron · 10 months

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Autobot Jazz Week Day 1 - Behind the Visor

Prowl looked up from the battle reports at the sound of his office door opening and frowned when Jazz shuffled in. "You should be resting."

"You sound like Ratch'," Jazz replied, aiming for his usual cheer but falling short on account of the mess he was in. Ozone burn marks everywhere, armor dented and torn in places, temp patches covering one entire side, and visor shattered in half, leaving one optic bare. The only reason Ratchet would have allowed Jazz out of medical would be because he didn't have enough room.

...or maybe Ratchet hadn't allowed, and Jazz just snuck off on his own when the medic was busy with others. They just had an intense battle at Kappa Pass, securing the passage between Iacon and Kalis. The Decepticons had brought Bruticus Maximus, while Autobots from both Iacon and Kalis threw everything to defend the area and drive the Decepticons back south. Jazz had been in the thick of it, engaging the combiner directly, and it showed in every bit of his plating.

Prowl kept his disapproving stare until Jazz reached the couch for visitors and sank into it. "Has Ratchet discharged you?" he asked.

"I'm fine, Prowler," Jazz said, fiddling with his broken visor and coaxing it to come loose. Bits of reinforced crystals fell to the floor in glittering patterns. He wagged the unbroken end at Prowl. "And anyway, look who's talking. Optimus specifically told everyone those reports can wait. You're making the rest of us look bad by overachieving, Prowl, including Optimus himself."

Without the shield of his visor, Jazz's gaze was hundred times more intense. Prowl shuddered lightly. "I was not in the center of the fighting."

"No, you were blowing out that powerful processor of yours trying to keep track of and micromanage everything. Ratchet won't be happy if he has to treat you for headache on top of everything just because you don't know how to wind down."

Prowl flared out his doorwings. "I have to keep track of everything, if we are to win the battles."

He'd worked surprisingly well with the lead strategist from Kalis, and Autobot casualties had been at minimum as a result. He was proud of that, if nothing else.

"Ain't gonna help win the war if you burn out first," Jazz replied. He set aside the broken visor and fished out a replacement from his subspace.

Prowl watched Jazz examine the new visor critically, noticing tiny glints from shattered crystal particles still stuck near the saboteur's optics. Before Jazz could attempt to put on his visor, Prowl stood from his chair and strode around his desk. "Jazz, wait."

Jazz stilled as Prowl carefully brushed off the particles. Then Prowl took the visor and sat on the couch to get a better angle at lining up the edge with the connectors on the other's helm, making sure it was inserted in correctly. The visor, custom designed and built to be exact, fit smoothly and Prowl tried not to lament it when Jazz's optics went back to being hidden away.

The visor flickered as it integrated with Jazz's systems. He made minor adjustments for his comfort, then grinned.

"If I'd known all it took to get you away from your desk was to pretend I need help with this thing..."

Prowl gave a small smile of his own. "You are already too good at distracting me from work."

Jazz laughed. "Flatterer."

He shifted on his seat and leaned heavily on Prowl's shoulder, powering off his optics. "Well, I did come here to rest, actually, so let's see see if I can distract you just by recharging."

Prowl started to protest, but Jazz's engines were already purring contently, and really he wasn't wrong about that headache.

Later, when Ratchet came looking for Jazz and yell at Prowl for overclocking, he found the pair in deep recharge against each other on the couch. Tutting, he draped a medical blanket over them and left quietly.

#transformers #transformers fanfic #autobotjazzweek2023 #autobot jazz week 2023 #autobot jazz #autobot prowl #heron writes #better late than never #right?

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vivaamor · 2 years

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if the world was ending

based off one of my favorite songs, if the world was ending by jp same & julia michaels with my baby eddie <3

the first shake didn't phase you. sure, earthquakes were rare in indiana, but they had to happen sometimes, right?

the second shake had you a little nervous, but you knew you shouldn't be paranoid that something was wrong. it's possible and not unheard of.

the third shake, along with the news headline on channel nine, reading, the end of the human race... well, that had you terrified. in just a few hours, you would be swiped off the earth, along with everyone you know.

instead of thinking about your mother or your best friend, robin, or even what's beyond this life?, you thought about the one person you shouldn't.

eddie munson.

it had taken you a while to think about him without hurting your heart-- without feeling you that pang of pain in your chest after your relationship ended a year ago.

at this moment, you couldn't help but wonder what he was doing. did he even see the news? was he out with steve and freshly turned twenty-one dustin? or was he at home, curled up on the couch in that same, small trailer, watching television as reality collapsed around him? you didn't know. it pained you not knowing.

the breakup wasn't angry; it didn't end on bad terms or words you wish you wouldn't have said. you weren't made for each other and it was something the two of you had to come to terms with. eddie had been touring with his band and you were finishing your nursing degree, and you just... well, you weren't made for each other.

eddie was the one person who stuck with you, in your mind. the boy who you thought of when you finally got your diploma two months later. the boy whose face popped into your head when you needed to take your medication ("don't forget your meds, pretty girl"), and the only boy who could make you smile until your face was numb.

and there you were, sitting on the couch of your studio apartment, wrapped in a blanket with a glass of wine as you thought to yourself, if i'm leaving this world all alone, i sure as hell am going to be drunk.

only you weren't alone, not anymore; not when there was a knock at the door. you didn't answer, you stayed in your spot on the comfy couch, pretending that you weren't home. and then the person on the other side of the door knocked again. and again. and again.

your heart dropped to your stomach when you opened the door, irritated with the incessant knocking. "eds." you stood there, frozen in time, the curly headed, love of your life standing before you.

"hi, sunshine." he offered you a sympathetic smile. he didn't know if this was a mistake, just dropping in to see you. but he knew it was worth a try, considering how the two of you left things. you were too in love with him to lock that door, you only kept it open, assuring him that you'd always be there. "how's the end of the world treatin' you?"

before you even knew what you were doing, you nearly collapsed into him, wrapping your arms around his neck as his found your waist, holding you to him and tip-toeing inside your apartment, you clinging to him like a monkey. he softly kicked the door shut behind himself, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

the silence was loud while you stood in the kitchen, brewing a pot of coffee as eddie sat inside the apartment, on the window sill, overlooking the city through the large piece of glass that almost covered an entire wall. you glanced at him from your position in the kitchen; he looked the same as he always had-- a plain t-shirt and black jeans, not to mention that same jean jacket he'd worn since you met him three years ago. the same jacket he'd always offered to you when you were cold. his hair was curly as ever, ending beneath his shoulders. he had his knees tucked into his chest, his hands folded over them with the familiar rings adorning his fingers, just as you remembered.

"coffee's served," you mumbled as you walked over to him, handing him a cup. he murmured a thanks, glancing at you once you sat opposite of him on the window sill, looking out at the world that would be gone in a few hours.

he brought the mug to his lips, sipping the black coffee from it as his eyes studied you. it felt surreal seeing you in person, he felt as if he'd gotten you wrong in his dreams. you were always smiling in them, the space under your eyes wrinkled in amusement, your nose scrunched up. but he guessed there wasn't anything to smile about right now. "it's quiet out there," you finally spoke, the sky a scary shade of red. "it's never quiet."

"everyone's probably home," he replied, looking down into his lap. "saying goodbye to their loved ones."

you hummed in agreement, outlining the top of the mug in your hand with your fingertip. "it doesn't make sense to say goodbye when we're all going to the same place." you finally turned your head toward him to meet his gaze that was focused on you, expecting a playful comment like stop being so depressing or lighten up, would you?

but he doesn't say any of that. he doesn't actually say anything until another minute passes by, still holding eye contact with you. "then let's not say goodbye." he moves his legs apart, putting one of his feet on the floor to make space for you, beckoning for you to sit closer, like he had always done when he wanted you. almost as if it was a routine, you complied instantly, walking to his side of the window and sitting down again, between his legs. his arms came around you as you leaned your body back against his chest, a coffee cup still in one of his hands.

"do you think we would have worked?" you asked interrupting the silence. he hums back a hm?, looking out the window again. "if we knew a year ago that the world was ending today-- do you think we would have stayed?"

he leaned his chin on top of your head, taking another sip from the cup. "i always thought we'd find our way back to each other, whether in one year or ten." you nodded in acknowledgement, unsure if he was only saying that because of how few time you had left together or not. "if i knew i didn't have that luxury of time... i wouldn't have left your side." ouch.

you never knew your heart could hurt so much, but it did. your heart was being ripped out and not because you felt alone, but because you didn't. "what if we had worked out? no nursing degree or band or the world imploding. no things being complicated."

eddie's quiet for a moment as the gears in his head turn, imagining the perfect scenario. the scenario he'd dreamed about for months. you. "i think we'd be married by now, if not for all the extra stuff." he admitted, putting his mug down on the floor and wrapping both arms around you, rubbing up and down your arms. "maybe thinking about kids, where we wanted to live."

"boy or girl?" you asked, his voice sending you into a haze.

he watched as the fire and smoke outside consumed the streets and soon, you'd be consumed, too. "two boys first, then a little girl. she'd need older brothers to watch out for her."

"they'd have the best hair."

he chuckled, nodding in agreement. "we'd fight over whether to have them grow it out or keep it short. you'd win of course and we'd cut it. i'd stop doing music by then, we'd have normal jobs where we'd be home by the time they were home from school. angel would be just like me, rebellious and unpredictable."

"angel?" you asked and tilted your head back, staring up at him in awe as tears gathered at the corners of your eyes.

he nodded again, "we'd call her angie. and the boys would be mama boys, following you around the house until they're teenagers, they'd have the same doe-eyes you have when they were asking for something." you giggled, wiping away a few tears that spilled over your lash line. "and we'd be so happy. happy that against all odds, we were able to make it work."

you turned your head, sitting up more to look at him. you practically melted as he cradled your head in his hands, leaning in and pressing his lips against yours as the smoke neared your building. he wiped away your tears with his thumb like it was a reflex. his other hand wrested on your arm, drawing a heart on your wrist with his finger, telling you he loved you one last time.

you smiled weakly against his lips, drawing a heart with your index finger over his chest. your time runs out before you can finish the symbol, but he knows what you were drawing. he had to know.

and just like that, you and eddie munson were now part of the past-- and there was no one you'd rather spend the end of the world with.

if the world was ending, you'd come over, right?

#eddie munson x y/n #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things s4 #stranger things season 4 #oneshots #eddie munson #eddie st4 #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #sad boi hours #im so sorry

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barkspawn · 1 year

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lol then can we get "i love you, no matter what that means to you, i'm going to take care of you, even if you dont want me to" prompt from the romantic quotes prompt list with elliott? <3 i love your writing

Thank you, I'll never get used to the fact that people like my stuff. it's wild.

and tbh, I'm realizing the things I enjoy writing the most, which is suuuuuuuuuuuper helpful. so thank YOU and the others who send in prompts.

Amelia had been struggling for the past few weeks. Her depression took a turn for the worse when she heard of her father falling ill and after receiving a spiteful email from an old "friend" explaining how selfish and idiotic she was for leaving the city. It was hurtful enough to wear her down.

Amelia was keeping up with the crops okay and was trying extra hard to make the animals happy. She knew he was picking on her, but when Shane visited with a new chick and made a comment about how the crops seemed small and dinky, she felt herself hit a low. She knew he'd feel horrible if he knew, so she decided not to tell him.

Elliott was an entirely different situation. They'd been together for a year and a half and she couldn't stomach letting him see her like this. He knew something was wrong right away and decided to give her space for a few days, deciding today to be a little more persistent.

Amelia looked down at her phone as it rang. She sat on the couch with her knees drawn to her chest, just staring at the rustic painting on the wall in thought. The third time the phone started to ring she sighed, answering the call.

"Hello?" She winced, not even recognizing her own voice.

"Hey, love," Elliott started, trying to keep his tone as normal as possible, even if he was sick with worry, "I've missed you. I was thinking I'll bring some food to you this evening. We'll curl up and watch a movie."

The idea seemed nice to her, but she genuinely believed it wasn't what she deserved. Before thinking, she spoke, "Actually, I wanted to talk to you, El. Can you come by soon?"

He paused for a long moment before answering, "of course. I'll leave now. I love you."

"I love you too," she responded too quickly, hanging up and letting tears fall as a sob escaped her. This is how it had to be.

Elliot was a brilliant man with a bright and happy future ahead of him. She could not let herself be the one responsible for holding him back. It wouldn't be fair. She loved him with her whole being, which is why she had to stop this. He deserved so much more.

After a moment, she stood to clean herself up, pacing until she heard his footsteps on the porch. He gave a light knock before opening the door, his smile brightening up the entire room. He looked as handsome as ever, a small container that could only be from the saloon in his hands. His smile and his general presence lifted her spirits a bit. For a moment, she wondered if this was a mistake. Quickly, she resolved that it needed to be done. It was for him, not her.

Closing the door behind him, he set the food on the counter and moved to wrap his arms around her in a tight, loving hug that broke her heart. When she didn't hug him back, he pulled back, his hands on her shoulders.

"Amelia? What's on your mind?" He searched her face, not oblivious to her tear-stained eyes and cheeks. She took a shaky breath and closed her eyes.

"Elliott, I don't think we should see each other anymore."

His hands fell from her shoulders as he looked over her face once more. Something was wrong and she wasn't okay. He knew that. Still, his heart ached.

"I see," he responded after a long moment, "may I ask if it is something I've done or-"

"No, no, El," she interjected, tears unable to be stopped, "You've been perfect in every way.. I just can't keep doing this. I can't keep pretending I'm right for you when I'm so clearly not."

He flinched at that, cursing his own eyes for going misty, "if that is what you want, Amelia, I will not fight you. I am never far.. should you need me for anything."

He made his way to the door before stepping through, the sob that came from behind the door ripping his heart to pieces more than her leaving him ever could.

His chest tight and his eyes red, he turned back to town.

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Elliott sat at the small fire outside of his shack, checking his phone for the millionth time before sighing and shoving it in his pocket. He poured the rest of the wine into his glass, noticing a dark figure at the end of the pier as he went to take a drink. When he focused, he saw it was Sebastian, sitting quietly on the edge.

Elliott stood, glass in hand, and headed down the end of the pier to stand behind the younger man.

"Sebastian, right?"

Sebastian looked up at him, sarcastic remark locked and loaded, but bit it back as he saw the man's face. Elliott was a little bit of a mess himself. Sebastian just nodded and stared back toward the ocean.

"You.. you're Amelia's friend, aren't you?"

"I mean, yeah," Sebastian started, his expression twisted in confusion, "why, aren't you her boyfriend?"

Elliott looked down at his glass, tracing the rim, "as of this morning, no. I'm not."

Sebastian deflated, frowning as he moved aside for Elliott to sit. He really didn't care enough about Elliott in the equation, but about how Amelia was. They'd been best friends for a year and she was head over heels for this guy.

"Sorry to hear, man," he stared ahead, his frown deeper still than usual.

"Me too," Elliott started as he sat beside him, "I just.. I wanted to ask you," his voice was quiet, almost feeling guilty for asking, "have you spoken with her in the last few days?"

Sebastian turned to give the man a confused look before his expression softened, "yeah, I guess. She canceled plans we had and she said she wasn't feeling good. Why?"

Elliott pinched the bridge of his nose, "when I saw her today, it was like she was a different person," he started, voice still shaking, "she was cold and distant. But she looked like she hadn't been eating or something of the like," he paused again, turning to look at the other man, "I'm worried about her."

Sebastian's brow knit together as he stared, deep in thought, "and, if you're cool with telling me, what did she say?"

"She said she couldn't do it anymore. She told me it wasn't me and that I was great.. she said she wasn't right for me."

Sebastian sat and thought for a long moment, frowning before he sighed, "I know her dad is sick," Elliott nodded, his frown growing deeper, "and she got this letter from an old friend. She wouldn't tell me more.." Elliott sighed as Sebastian turned to look at him, "did she seem depressed? Like what you see in those shitty commercials, but real and not forced?"

Elliott thought for a long moment. He thought about every word she said, how she seemed so tired and thin, and how she looked and sounded.

"Yeah, it was a lot like that."

"There's your answer, dude," he pulled out his cigarettes, "I'll check on her later, but she adores you. She was talking about it last week ."

Somehow, Elliott felt worse hearing that. He gave a small nod, taking a long drink of his wine, frowning as the dregs swirled around the bottom of his glass.

"Is it an awful idea to reach out to her the day she left me?"

Sebastian nodded, taking a long drag of his cigarette, "I'll swing by tonight. I have your number and I'll text you how she is. Swing by in the morning and just… do your poetic… artistic… romantic shit."

Elliott gave a small chuckle before shifting to stand up, "thank you, Sebastian. I'm very glad to have gotten your insight."

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Elliott woke up earlier than he usually would have, gathering some different things to take with him to the farm. He created a care package of sorts, picking up her favorite hot tea, some ingredients for different meals he knew she loved, a pair of his most comfortable pajamas (as he couldn't go and buy her a new set before going over), and a journal. He had opened up to a few pages, writing little affirmations on some pages.

He felt horrible for not recognizing how much she was suffering. He'd been there before, but not in a long time. Once he gathered everything, he sighed, heading toward the farm.

As he made his way there, his confidence waned a bit as he grew closer. He hoped she wouldn't be mad at him for coming, but Sebastian's text made it pretty clear that Elliott coming over would help her, so it was the plan. He walked up the steps, taking his time before knocking lightly on the door.

His heart dropped as he saw her open the door. She was exhausted and pale like she hadn't slept for days.

"Elliott?" She started, her voice cracking.

"May I come in?" He gestured to the bag he held with all of the stuff he had. She paused for a long moment before sighing and opening the door, allowing him to pass.

"I'm not sure why you'd come," she frowned, her arms wrapping around herself, "I'm not your responsibility. You don't have to care anymore."

He gave her a gentle look as he placed the bag down before walking over to her, his voice quiet but firm, "Amelia, I can see you're struggling. Whether or not being with me is a part of you getting better, I love you, no matter what that means to you," he started, shifting to gesture to the bag, "I'm going to take care of you, even if you don't want me to. Because you should never be alone when you feel this way, no one should."

Her gaze fell to the floor as she failed to stop her tears from falling. After a long moment, she gave a small nod.

"I'll never force it, but tell me if you should like a hug. Sometimes such a small– oof," he was cut off as she wrapped her arms around his waist almost too tightly. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her back with as much emotion as he could show. He felt her shaking, like a string had snapped that was holding her up, leaving her a crying mess in his arms. His heart broke for her, but he was so glad he was here.

They stayed like that for an incredibly long time before he pulled back to grab the pajamas from the bag and brought them to her.

"Go ahead and take a nice, hot shower. I'll make you some food. You can call me if you need me."

After a few hours, she had eaten, explained everything, and broke down once more in his arms. He just sat beside her, intently listening as she cried and spoke. She couldn't seem to look at him when she finished.

"Amelia, that woman who sent that is no friend. She is simply jealous that you were able to escape and make a new life for yourself," he started, moving to take her hand but stopping himself, "and I'm so sorry about your father. If you'd like me to be, I'll be here every step of the way. If you want me to remain at a distance, Sebastian will definitely be here as well."

She wiped away a new wave of tears, letting herself lean into him once more, "I love you more than anything. I know it's not my place to say it, but I can't just not tell you how loved you truly are."

After a long moment, she stood on her toes and pressed a small, painfully gentle kiss to Elliott's lips.

"I.. don't want to leave you, El..," she started, "I just can't stand the idea of holding you back or bringing you down.."

The small kiss gave him the push to take her hands in his, "you couldn't do either of those things if you tried. I'm right here if you still want me. And even if you don't, for that matter. I won't leave your side until I know that you're okay and happy. Now, would you like to watch a horrible movie?"

She cracked a small smile for the first time in days before pulling him into one more tight hug.

"You deserve so much better than me, you know," she sighed, "I've always considered you out of my league, but-"

"None of that," he pulled back, hushing her, "you deserve the world and I intend on giving that to you, whether you believe me or not because I love you."

She stared up at him, her smile growing for the first time in days, "I love you, El," she shook her head, "thank you for not… giving up. It would have been the biggest mistake I'd ever made.."

"So you don't want to stop seeing me?" He couldn't help the hope in his voice, relaxing when she shook her head. He continued, "I'm happier to hear that than I can begin to show," he smiled and pulled back toward the couch, "now shall we watch shoddy animatronics try to fight each other?"

She laughed, the feeling almost unfamiliar, as she moved to curl up beside him on the couch with a blanket.

This is where she belonged and she was endlessly glad he didn't give up on her.

With people who care for her this much, how could she not see herself being okay?

She rest her head on his shoulder, laughing at the movie with her hand in his.

#elliott #elliott sdv #sdv elliott #sdv #sdv fanfic #stardew valley fanfic #stardew #stardew valley #elliott stardew valley #oh look a one-shot #barkspawn oneshot

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sapphic-swiftie13 · 1 year

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Celebrating a love that once was just tolerated

You watched the interview on your phone as Aubrey entered the apartment. It made you sick to your stomach when you looked at the screen, you felt betrayed.

"What is this?" you asked, as she walked over to you.

She stood behind the couch that you sat on, and as she took off her jacket she said, "it's the interview I told you about, to promote the movie."

"No shit... I wasn't born yesterday."

"I mean, what are you doing?" you asked her, gesturing to the interview.

"I just told you... I was promoting the movie," she answered slightly confused.

"You're standing with his arms around your body, you're laughin' but the joke's not funny at all," you said, getting angry, while replaying the clip for her to watch.

"What's the problem?" she asked, even though she knew what was wrong.

"You're letting the media change the narrative, again! Now you're dating him, your costar, for a month or two..."

"That's a little bit dramatic... it's just dating rumors and speculations," Aubrey said, trying to stop the argument before it could start.

You had been dating for over a year, and still, she kept it under wraps. You hadn't even told your family, or your closest friends, and it deeply hurt you.

"Why can't we go public with our relationship?" you asked, getting even more upset as she sat down beside you.

"I'd like my life to be private," she answered, and sat down beside you.

You knew some part of that was true, but not entirely.

"You're ashamed of me, aren't you?"

"Come on, it's not like that..."

"Then tell me, what is it like, then?" you asked, crossing your arms.

"I'm doing what's best for us..."

"I disagree."

"Why is it so important to you?" she asked, in a calm voice.

"Because I'm in love with you, and I'm tired of hiding it."

She inhaled, and exhaled slowly, keeping her calm.

"Why do you insist on making me your dirty little secret?" you asked, feeling devastated.

"Because if they knew, they'd tear us apart."

"No, they wouldn't," you argued.

"Don't deny something we both know is true..." she said and let out a sigh.

"Just look at us now, they don't even know about us, and still they manage to destroy the love we share," she tried to explain, still not raising her voice.

She was so much older, and wiser than you.

She was always careful with her choices, trying to stay ahead of everything to make sure it wouldn't ruin anything. And there you were again, in her apartment, arguing, but nobody had to know, and they never would.

"All this time... you kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath."

"That's not fair," she said as she ran her hands through her hair.

"The way you treat me isn't fair," you spat back.

"Don't be childish!" she raised her voice; you had crossed the line.

"Do you keep me around just to feel young? Are you scared not to be hip, scared to get old?"

"What are you on about?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Can you tell me one good reason to why you're with me?" you asked, doubting her reasons for being with you.

"I love you, that's why."

"So, why do you hide me?"

She didn't answer. She simply looked at you.

"Every time we're spotted together you pretend like you don't even know me," you said, taking her hand in yours.

"I can't even hold your hand in public," you went on and looked down at your intertwined hands.

"If this is what you call love, then your love isn't for me."

"Don't say that," she said getting upset.

"I can't do this, Aubrey... I want to be yours, always, not just when we're alone."

"But you are mine, and I'm yours... right here, right now... isn't that enough?" she asked and squeezed your hand.

You only shook your head.

"I want to be able to hold your hand when we walk down busy streets and I want to kiss you on the sidewalk in the pouring rain."

She looked away.

"This... whatever this is, whatever we are... isn't enough for me... and I think you should find someone you can love at all times, at any place, not just behind closed doors."

"Please, just... -" she whispered, still not daring to meet your gaze.

"I'm not dumb, you know... it's my age, isn't it?" you said cutting her off, gently cupping her cheek with your free hand, forcing her to look at you.

She tried to flash you a smile, but you saw right through it.

"Why do you even care so much about our age-gap?" you asked quietly.

"I don't, but the world will," she answered, praying you'd understand.

"But you do care, don't you? Maybe not about our actual age difference, but you care about what others might think..." you said, trying to understand her point of view.

"You see the world through the eyes of a child," she softly spoke.

"Oh, so now I'm just a kid?"

She closed her eyes, like she tried to compose herself.

"With time you'll understand it... the world isn't as accepting as you'd like it to be."

You went quiet, knowing she was right. But it made you mad how she always had the upper hand in some messed up way.

"You didn't even show up to my birthday party," you scoffed.

"Some part of me thought you would knock on the door, stand there with a present in hand, and a grin plastered on your face, but you never did," you followed up.

"My dad watched me watch the front door all night, and said, 'it's supposed to be fun turning twenty-one. '"

"Do you even remember the party you brought me to just some few weeks later, like it would make up for it?"

"Yes," she mumbled.

"As you were drinking and catching up with your friends, I was weeping in a party bathroom. Some actress, one of your costars, asked me what happened, but I lied, even though what happened was you."

"I'm sorry... but... you know how bad it would look... I'm thirty-eight years old, you just turned twenty-one..."

"If we had been closer in age, maybe it would've been fine," she said softly. And that made you want to die.

"That's why we need to go our separate ways... so we both can find someone our own age... because our age-gap will never change, it will always be seventeen years dividing us," you said, letting go of her hand.

"No, I don't want to do that..."

"I know my love should be celebrated. But you tolerate it," you said, hurting her even more even though you never intended to hurt her.

"Oh, come on, it's all in your head, I don't know how, but you've got it wrong somehow."

"No... I'm not wrong, Aubrey... you can't say that I'm wrong when all I'm doing is stating the obvious and just saying what we're too afraid to admit..."

"Even though we can't hold hands or kiss in public doesn't mean we don't have it good! I love you; you know that!" she pleaded.

"Sometimes... love is just simply not enough," you answered her, frowning.

You stood up from the couch, ready to leave.

Not just her.

But everything.

You were ready to leave her and everything you had behind.

"Don't leave! Please!" Aubrey begged, standing up, grabbing your hands.

"Sarah Paulson and Holland Taylor, they've got thirty-two years dividing them! We can figure this out! Just... don't leave," she said, pulling you closer.

"But they're out... out and proud. They don't care about what the media says! But you care, Aubrey!"

"If we decide to come out, then we can't go back... you understand that don't you?"

"Yes," you answered, unsure of where she was going with this.

"There are going to be so many people telling us that our relationship won't last... so many people will doubt our love... and that takes a toll on a relationship..."

"Hiding it also takes a big toll on a relationship, Aubrey..."

"I know... I know that...I know."

"I'm going to leave now, and I'm sorry for giving you an ultimatum, but I'm giving you time to make your mind up..." you said softly.

"I can't love you behind closed doors anymore... so we either come out as a couple, or we break up, and we can act like nothing ever happened between us... I promise to not talk to you in public, at awards shows or anything... I won't bother you, or your life if you choose to break up," you said while letting go of her hands.

"Goodbye Aubrey..." you said as you walked away from her, leaving her apartment.

She didn't say goodbye. She simply looked at the door as you closed it, not knowing what she was supposed to do.

She paced around the living room, trying to figure what to do. An idea popped into her head. There was someone she could ask. Lizzie. A good friend, and once colleague, she always had great advice.

She started writing her a text, ending up deleting it, and trying again, until she finally came up with something she thought was okay to send.

"Hey... okay, so I know we haven't talked in a while, but I need your help! Let's say that hypothetically I'm dating someone... and they're significantly younger than me... should I tell the world, the media, that we're a couple? Or do you think the backlash would be too much to handle?"

She sat down on the couch, biting her lip in frustration. Was this okay to send? Would Lizzie know who she was talking about? Was it dumb to ask? She didn't know anymore. So, she hit send.

Tiredly she turned on the TV, trying to distract herself. After having watched some boring animal documentary and mocking David Attenborough's voice, her phone got a notification.

Faster than a cheetah, that David just had talked about, she picked up her phone.

She saw she got a text from Lizzie. She got nervous but unlocked her phone so she could read it.

"I did not expect that! Aubrey in a relationship, okay now I'm wondering who this someone is... BUT, okay. Let me see... this 'certain someone' is a lot younger than you... I don't see the issue... but I am so confused, Aubrey, who is it?! Oh, and I don't think you should care what the world thinks, backlash comes if you're single too! So, the media doesn't matter, just live your life!"

Aubrey relaxed a bit while reading the text. So, she answered sarcastically, as the comedian she is.

"You, confused? Never!"

She saw the three dots appear.

"But like... you're in love! It'll break the internet!"

"Yes, me, Aubrey Plaza, in love... but break the internet in a good way, or break the internet in a bad way?"

"Good way! I think most people will be happy for you, I certainly am! You've found your Robbie."

"Yeah but no... not a Robbie."

"Wait, it's NOT A MAN?!" Lizzie asked, surprised.

Aubrey didn't know what to write.

"HEY, DON'T LEAVE ME ON READ!" was written onanother text from Lizzie.

"My Robbie is more like a Margot Robbie, than your kind of Robbie... my Robbie has breasts."

"Oh my god, I knew it! You always were fruity."

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?!" Aubrey wrote back.

"You always had that vibe, y'know... that, 'I can be a better boyfriend than him vibe'." Lizzie wrote, and sent the link to the song shortly afterwards, proud of herself of since she knew that the song existed.

"I just wanna say, I'm part of the LGBTQ community, and this is my best friend Lizzie, she's an ally, talk Lizzie... ALLY."

"What? Is that like a reference or something?"

"No, Lizzie, it's a meme!"

"I don't remember what that is!"

"Oh god, to think that I am older than you... it doesn't make sense." Aubrey sent back,laughing because Lizzie didn't know what a meme was.

"Well, I'm going to go to bed now, Aubrey, but I think you should come out... like as a couple, and out of the closet... but I guess that happens if you tell the world who you're in love with... I love you, goodnight!" Lizzie wrote, which made Aubrey look at the time.

Seeing as it was late, Aubrey decided to go to bed too, but not before she had written Lizzie back. "Goodnight Lizzie, I love you too!"

You were just reading a book when you heard knocking on the door the next evening.

Opening it up, you saw Aubrey standing there. You didn't say anything, just opened the door wider, letting her inside.

"Did you make your mind u-" you tried asking her but were cut off by her lips on yours.

She kissed you passionately, hands roaming your body as she got lost in you, pressing her body closer to you. You pushed her shoulders, breaking the kiss. Catching your breath you asked her, "did you make your mind up, Aubrey?"

"Yes," she mumbled.

"And?"

"I think we should come out to our families and friends, before we announce it to the whole world..."

You stopped to think about this for a moment. Then you walked away from her. "Where are you goin-" she asked but you cut her off. "I need a cigarette."

Knowing that she could easily just tell her closest friends and family and leave it at that scared you. Then she could argue that she met you halfway and got to keep your relationship private in the process.

You walked out to the balcony and looked down at the busy street as you took a drag of the cigarette and played with your lighter.

Aubrey was quick to follow you.

"You shouldn't smoke... it's not good for you..."

"And last time I checked, you're not my mom."

"Oh god, what now, what did I do now?"

"Nothing, Aubrey... that's the thing."

"I know you... and I'm scared that we will come out to our families and our friends, and then you'll change your mind, and then we don't tell the media... meaning, I can't hold your hand or kiss you in public regardless of what we decide to do."

"I won't change my mind... I mean, I've told Lizzie-"

"What?!"

"I didn't tell her who you were... but I asked her for advice..."

"So?"

"She doesn't see anything wrong with it... that I'm dating a younger woman..."

"Did you tell her exactly how young I am?"

"No..." she muttered, as you blew smoke right in her face.

Then you crushed the butt of the cigarette on the ashtray on the table a few meters away from where Aubrey was standing.

"I won't change my mind, I promise," she once again stated.

"Okay..." you said, as she had reassured you.

You walked back to her and took her jacket off.

"What are you doin-" she tried to ask, but you put your index finger on her lips, hushing her.

"I am... undressing you, believe it or not," you joked.

Slowly unbuttoning her top as she looked down at how your fingertips traced her cleavage.

"I'm going to get cold, y'know..." she said, as you opened two buttons, letting her keep both the bra and top on as she had wished.

"That's why I was thinking I could warm you up..." you said, as you looked down at her legs.

"Do you think I didn't notice what you brought with you?"

"What??" she said, sarcastically, her brown eyes meeting yours.

"You're packing..." you said as you unzipped her pants.

She took ahold of the back of your neck, and her lips met yours in a hungry manner. Soon enough she was undressing you, and for each layer of clothing she dropped to the floor you could feel the cold breeze on your skin.

All your clothes were scattered on the balcony as she stepped out of her pants. You rested your hands on the glass railing as she started feeling you up as all the cars drove by, the drivers unaware of what was happening right over them.

Her hands trailed down your body, until one of her hands went between your thighs.

"Does this turn you on?" she asked and kissed your jaw, "knowing that anyone could see us fucking up here?"

"Yes..." you admitted, while smiling down at the people who currently were walking on the sidewalk too focused on their phones to look up.

"So wet, already..." she said as she slowly stimulated you, and pressed chaste kisses on your neck.

Her hand disappeared, and the loss of contact made you whine.

Then you felt the tip of her strap-on at your entrance. She carefully thrusted into you, then pulled slowly out again, letting you adjust to it.

Her hands rested on your breasts as she thrusted into you again, slowly.

"Fuck me like you mean it, Aubrey..." you said, and she quickened her pace.

Quiet whimpers left your mouth as she kept a steady pace.

"Harder," you said, biting your lip. Aubrey obeyed, and soon enough she pounded into you from behind, bending you forward.

The moans and whimpers that left your mouth only made Aubrey thrust harder into you. "Right there... don't stop," you said in between heavy breaths.

One of her hands traced down to your clit as you gripped the railing, holding on for dear life.

The city looked beautiful, lights shining in the distance, but you were too focused on Aubrey's movements to care about anything else.

Stimulating your clit with one hand, she wrapped her free arm around your chest, like she wanted to feel all of you on her skin. Her hand fondled with one of your breasts as she covered the other one in the process.

One of your hands went behind your head, and she instantly got the message. She rested her head on your shoulder, letting you tug at her hair. "Right there," you said in between moans as the strap repeatedly hit your sweet spot.

She placed sloppy kisses on your cheek as she was much too focused on pounding into you while rubbing circles on your clit.

A throaty moan escaped your lips as your walls clenched around the strap. Her fingers had pushed you over the edge, and now you were standing there with shaky legs, panting, as she was still inside you and kept stimulating you with her rough fingers.

"That felt good, didn't it?" she asked rhetorically, and you could feel her smirking.

All you did was moan at her words. Her hand at your breast groped you harshly as she pounded into you even harder than before, reaching depths you didn't know existed.

Her fingers at your clit only sped up, overstimulating you, as your legs tried to close by instinct.

"No baby... don't close your pretty legs... keep them spread for me," she lowly said and chuckled as you couldn't control how your thighs were currently closing, trying to trap her inside of you.

A stinging sensation was all you could feel as you realized she had slapped your cunt, which worked wonders, your legs instantly separated again, letting her keep her pace and angle.

She was chuckling behind you as pornographic moans escaped your mouth. The overstimulation was getting too much, and tears threatened to fall from your eyes, which ultimately would ruin your mascara.

Whimpers and soft cries led to a raspy scream as you once again came all over the strap, wetness dripping down your thighs.

This time she slowed down her thrusts and rode out your orgasm. "Fuck," you panted, trying to catch your breath.

"That was..." you started but ended up laughing as you leaned into her, feeling her warmth on your back.

"We should probably get inside, it's only getting colder out here..." she said as she slowly pulled out of you, holding you up as your shaky legs nearly gave out.

Before you knew it, she picked you up, bridal style, and walked into your apartment again. She put you down on your bed and left the bedroom only to get all your scattered clothes and take them inside.

When she came back, she had taken off the strap and changed into a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

"You changed out of the top?" you asked rhetorically, slightly disappointed that you couldn't undress her again.

She only nodded as she sat down beside you, joining you under the covers.

"You look tired, do you want to take a nap?" she asked as she could see you had a hard time keeping your eyes open.

"Yes..." you muttered out, laying your head on her chest, letting your hand slip under her t-shirt.

"You took your bra off..." you mumbled happily as you rested your hand on one of her breasts.

"I noticed how much you wanted to take my bra off when we were outside..." she answered, laughing softly.

Her arm wrapped around you, softly stroking your bare skin.

Soon enough you both fell asleep.

As you both had slept for a few hours, Aubrey woke up from her phone ringing, while your phone was bombarded with text messages and notifications. She saw the caller-ID and felt her breath hitch as Lizzie just stopped calling. Lizzie had called over twenty times, and now she was calling once more.

"What the..." she mumbled before deciding to pick up.

"Pick up the phone, Aubrey!" she heard Lizzie shouting into the phone.

"I picked up, I picked up!" she answered, whisper-yelling, trying not to wake you up.

"Oh, thank god... have you seen the news?!"

"No, why?" Aubrey asked back groggily.

"Oh god..."

What?"

"Have you seen all the texts I've sent you?!" Lizzie asked frantically.

"No, I just woke up..."

"There is no good way of saying this..."

"Saying what?"

"You're in love with the rising star in music right, the REALLY young singer-songwriter... who just won a Grammy award, aren't you?"

"Yeah? Wait how did you know?!" Aubrey asked confused, her voice slightly raised.

"There's pictures all over the internet, and a video of the two of you... y'know..."

"Oh no... no, no, no! This was not how we were supposed to come out..."

"Who are you talking to?" you asked drowsily, awakened by Aubrey.

"Lizzie..." the woman beside you said, while staring at the ceiling.

Aubrey put Lizzie on speaker so you could join in on the conversation and learn the news.

"What do you mean come out? We haven't come out yet..." you said confused.

"Uhm... you wanna tell her, Aubrey?" the voice on the other end asked.

"Tell me what?"

"No... Lizzie, you can tell her... I can't even process this..." she answered sighing.

"Okay so uh, first off, nice to meet you... and... there are pictures and a video of you on a balcony, presumably your balcony... since I know Aubrey's place, and it does not have a glass railing..."

"Oh no..."

All that could be heard was Lizzie inhaling and letting out a shaky breath.

"The whole world has seen me naked... oh fuck no," you muttered out, grabbing your own phone, panicking.

"No... they haven't... Aubrey was... groping you? And her other hand covered your... I don't even know what to say..."

"Oh, thank god you covered me up Aubrey, I can still sleep at night knowing my family hasn't seen me completely naked..." you said frantically, as you read all the headlines about the two of you on the news."

"Your family might not have seen you naked, but they've heard the sounds you make... and watched how Aubrey is... fucking you from behind..." Lizzie said quietly, and you heard a man laugh in the background.

"Fuck off Robbie," Aubrey said, only to hear him answer, "good moves, great angle too...."

"Ouch!" he yelled out. But you and Aubrey didn't understand why.

"I hit his arm, hard, for you, Aubrey..." Lizzie said shortly after.

"Thank you..." she said and chuckled.

"What the fuck am I gonna do? My mom has called me non-stop the last hour..." you said, showing Aubrey all the missed calls. "Call her?" she asked back, uncertain.

So, you did, and put it on speaker.

"Hello, mom..."

"I thought you said you only liked women... now you're with a man, on TV?"

"What? No?"

"You're on TV... all headlines are about you."

"Yes... but I wasn't having... sex... with a man?"

"But he's standing behind you..." your mom said confused.

You muted yourself, and said, "I am so killing myself tomorrow..." Aubrey and Lizzie laughed in unison.

"She... Aubrey Plaza, the comedian that you like... you know, deadpan style, awfully great timed punchlines... that woman, she used... a fake cock... like a dildo..."

"Oh..." was all that could be heard from the other line.

"Yes... she is my girlfriend... so she is not a man... I was not having sex with a man... okay?" you tried to explain to your mom as you left the bedroom.

"Oh god, I feel so bad for her, having to explain that..." Lizzie said to Aubrey.

"I can't imagine how embarrassed she must feel..." Aubrey said back, feeling bad.

Aubrey opened her text messages from Lizzie and couldn't process what she saw.

"Oh shit... they've got the full view..."

"What?" Lizzie answered back confused.

"The video and all the pictures on the news page you sent..."

"Oh... yeah I mean, the paparazzi must've been nearby, it wasn't taken by crappy phones..."

Aubrey started nervously laughing as she read what the media had written.

"Listen to this, Lizzie... 'Aubrey Plaza has moved on from her male costar, and was caught in the act, surprisingly with a woman, she surely made the young singer sing until her throat went dry," she read out loud, cringing on the inside.

"It gets worse, Aubrey, listen to this, 'the young singer has never had this much trouble breathing before, maybe her seventeen years older lover, the comedian Aubrey Plaza told her a great joke! '"

"What have I done?" Aubrey asked herself in disbelief.

"Oh no, there are too many headlines, I can't even decide which is the worst one..." Lizzie said chuckling.

"Read it."

"Aubrey Plaza definitely likes to be handsy and possessive when it comes to her new, young, and shiny lover."

"No wait, this one is definitely worse... 'isn't Aubrey Plaza too old to be messing with the young crowd? '"

"They just don't stop... listen to this one, 'the young singer and Grammy award winner really seeks approval and attention from women a lot older than herself'," Lizzie read out as you entered the bedroom again.

"Have you guys read this one yet, 'isn't the young singer too young and innocent to be manhandled by older actress and comedian, Aubrey Plaza? '" you asked and read out the headline as you flopped down on the bed again.

"How are we ever going to get on top of this?" Aubrey asked, muffling a scream into her pillow.

"Don't panic just yet, guys..." Lizzie said from the other end.

"What?" you and Aubrey asked in unison.

"I mean... you can use it to your advantage... write jokes, make comedy out of it... or a song about I don't know, like, the adrenaline of knowing you could get caught, and then you did..." Lizzie suggested, while stuttering.

"Not a bad idea, Lizzie..." Aubrey said.

"Not a bad idea, indeed," you agreed with Aubrey.

I think I did a good job writing the headlines... I certainly had a lot of fun with this one-shot.

#aubrey plaza #smut #aubreyplazasmut #wlw smut #wlw #sapphic #lesbian

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allthingsfangirl101 · 10 months

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CE Chapter 9: Interruption

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In their different houses, the two got ready for their big date. George was a lot calmer than Ellie. At least, he pretended to be. He wore one of his suits. She wore one of her favorite dresses that was both stylish and comfortable.

Ellie put her stuff in one of her bags and slipped on her most comfortable pair of heels. She still had a few minutes before George was supposed to pick her up so she walked into her living room and sat down on the couch. She nervously played with the hem of her skirt, not entirely sure what to do with herself.

She jumped when her doorbell rang. She stood up and took a shaky breath before going to answer the door. When she opened it, her breath got caught in her throat.

"Wow," George said softly. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks," she said, reaching up and nervously tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "You look very handsome."

"Thank you," he said lightly. George stood up straighter and smoothed out his suitcoat. "You ready to go?"

Ellie blushed when George reached out his hand for her. She slowly gave him her hand. He instantly looped her arm through his and escorted her to his car. She was slightly confused when she saw another man standing by a black car. The man opened the door and nodded toward George.

The two rode to the restaurant in silence. George wanted to start a conversation with her but he couldn't think of anything to say. Ellie had a little more courage than he did.

"So where are we going for dinner?" She asked.

"There's this amazing Italian place that a close family friend owns," George said.

"I love Italian," Ellie said as she looked down at her hands in her lap. George reached over and gently grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers.

"I know this is kind of awkward," he whispered, "but I promise, things will start to calm down."

"You think?" Ellie asked, her voice under her breath.

"I'm sure," he assured her. "We just got to give it time."

"When my friends met their soulmates, they all talked about how exciting it was," she said, still looking at their intertwined hands. "They never talked about how awkward it is."

"I know," George chuckled light-heartedly. "Actually, my mom talks about when she and my dad first met. It took them a little while before they clicked. We just need to find something we have in common. Then everything will fall into place."

"Something in common?"

"That simple," he said, squeezing her hand. "I promise, Ellie, we're going to work. It might take some time and effort, but I'm willing to put in all the effort it takes."

"Me too," Ellie said, looking at George. She smiled, her face burning as he smiled at her.

"We're here," the driver said. George looked away from Ellie but instantly looked back at her.

"You ready to give this a try?" He asked.

"Let's do it."

George got out of the car and jogged around to Ellie's door. He opened it and grabbed her hand, helping her out. They walked into the restaurant, hand-in-hand.

"Hi," the hostess smiled. "Reservation?"

"Yes, ma'am," George smiled. "Reservation for Montain."

"Of course," she said, looking at her iPad. "Right this way, you two."

George and Ellie followed the hostess through the restaurant to one of the back rooms. He pulled the chair out for Ellie. She smiled as she sat down and George scooted her in.

"Your waiter is Tyler," the hostess said as she handed them their menus. "He should be by soon. Can I get you started on something to drink?"

The hostess and George both looked at Ellie, waiting for her to order. She quickly scanned her eyes over the drink menu before ordering.

"Can I get a red wine?"

"Of course," the hostess smiled. "You?"

"I'll take an Old Fashion."

"Coming right up," she nodded. "You two enjoy yourselves."

She walked away and a silence fell between George and Ellie. He watched as she slowly grabbed her napkin and draped it across her lap. He hated that she wasn't comfortable around him. Right there, he made it his mission to get Ellie to feel comfortable around him.

George opened his mouth to say something but the hostess returned with their drinks. They nodded appreciatively, the awkwardness still thick.

"Are you alright?" George asked gently. Ellie looked up from her hands wrapped around her wine glass.

"I should apologize."

"What for, gorgeous?"

Ellie's heart flipped at the nickname. She slowly looked up at her soulmate, forcing herself to spit it out.

"I left the bar," she started, "the night we first met. I don't really know why I left. It just got. . . It was really overwhelming, seeing colors for the first time and. . . realizing what it meant. I left. . . I didn't just leave. I ran away. I'm really sorry, George. I'm sorry for running away from you. I shouldn't have. . ."

"Hey," George whispered, reaching across the table and gently placing his hands over hers. "You have nothing to be sorry for. I understand why you left. I'm just glad we found each other again."

"No more running," she said, sitting up straighter. "I promise."

George pulled her hands away from her glass and lifted them to his lips. He smiled before gently kissing her knuckles.

"I promise, as well," he whispered. The two sat like that, neither one of them saying a word as they stared into each other's eyes.

"Are you guys ready to order?" The waiter asked as he walked over.

"No," George barked, glaring at the guy. He glanced over at Ellie who was watching him. George cleared his throat before turning to the waiter. "I apologize, young man. Would you mind giving us a few minutes? We spent so much time getting to know each other, we haven't even glanced at the menu."

"New soulmates?" The waiter asked. "I completely get it," he chuckled. "You two take your time."

* * * * *

After the almost-awkward interaction with the waiter, things settled between George and Ellie. He sat back as Ellie started talking about her store.

"When I came home and saw the store, I instantly went inside," she continued to explain. "I got to talking to the owner. She was struggling with the store and her husband had just gotten sick. She wasn't sure if she could keep the store going. Before I could think it through, I offered to buy it from her."

"Wow," George smiled. "That's wonderful."

"It was scary," Ellie said, looking down at her food. "I had no idea how to run a business. I probably read every business textbook I could find."

"But you did it," he said, making her look up at him. "You have had the bookstore for what, three years? And you're still up and running. Your store sounds amazing."

"If I'm being completely honest," she said, clearing her throat, "we've had a rough couple of months. People aren't buying as many books as they used to. Damn technology. I do have my usuals though."

"Do you enjoy it?"

"What?" Ellie stuttered.

"Do you enjoy your job, Ellie?"

"Of course, I do."

"Then who cares how many other people are into what you do," George said. "As long as you enjoy it, that's all that matters."

"Thanks," she whispered. "That's actually. . . Nice to hear."

George opened his mouth to say something but someone walked up to them. When he looked up, any happiness that Ellie caused disappeared.

"Who's this?" Lucas asked, smirking as he looked toward Ellie.

"Don't even think about it," George warned.

"I'm just asking a simple question," Lucas said, acting innocent.

"Well, it's none of your concern."

George stood up, standing in front of Ellie. She pulled her hands into her lap, resisting the urge to nervously pick at her nails.

"If you have a problem with what we talked about a few days ago," George said under his breath, "now isn't the time to talk."

"Seems like the perfect time," Lucas chuckled as he glanced around at Ellie. George moved so he was blocking her more.

"Fine," he said through his teeth. "Let's go out to the alleyway to have that talk."

"George?"

"I'll be right back."

Ellie's stomach dropped as George grabbed Lucas' elbow and dragged him out of the restaurant. The second George walked outside, his men who were originally waiting for him and Ellie to finish eating, grabbed Lucas from him.

When George was done handling business, he washed his hands and went back to their table. His heart dove into his stomach when he saw it was empty.

For the first time in what felt like ever, George was overcome with guilt.

#joe keery #joe keery x reader #joe keery fanfiction #mob #mob boss #mob fanfic #original content #Choice Encounter

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Loss (TW: loss of loved one)

@elliebee01 I hope you feel better soon, sending you love! TW: Reader dealing with the loss of a loved one

You were not fine.

Far from it.

You hadn't moved from the couch in 3 hours. Your face was unreadable. Whenever someone from the team asked how you were doing, you had slapped a smile on your face and told them you were just fine.

But you weren’t.

Your eyes were red and puffy, your face tender from wiping tears away quietly in your room. You didn’t cry once in front of anyone else; you didn’t want to burden anyone with what you were feeling.

There wasn't really a right way to deal with the loss of a loved one. Some people stayed in denial. Some felt anger. Some felt sadness. You felt...numb. Hollow. Empty. It wasn’t darkness. It was nothingness. It was so much worse.

One day you had them with you and then next day they were gone. You didn’t really have any time to process much; arrangements were made and before you could blink, it was the last time you would ever see them again. The team supported you as best as they could but you were moving along as if nothing had changed. You weren’t in denial...you knew they were gone. But...

*****

"Doll?" Bucky stood at your doorway, watching you carefully. He’d tried to talk to you multiple times but you pushed everyone away. “You okay?”

"I'm fine Bucky, really" You smiled, going about arranging your room, putting back the same things that were already in place repeatedly. Bucky watched your robotic movements, the smile on your lips didn’t match the blank empty hollowness in your eyes.

“Can I come in?”

“Of course!” Your voice sounded cheery but Bucky could hear the strain from your tired vocal chords. He stepped in your room, carefully closing the door behind him before making his way to the spotless desk you were diligently wiping.

“You know you’re not alone y/n, you don’t have to pretend everything’s okay”

“I know, but I just- I really am doing okay”

You went back to cleaning while Bucky smiled sadly; he knew you. You’d bottle everything on the inside, not wanting to burden others, keeping all your feelings to yourself instead. He took the duster from your hand, setting it aside while you looked up at him with wide eyes, trying to reach for it but he stopped you.

“Bucky, what are you-

“Come here”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug; He kept your head tucked under his chin, your face pressed against his chest. The second you felt his warmth, you could feel your eyes sting, your throat constricting.

“I-Bucky, honestly I-I’m f-fine” You swallowed thickly, trying to keep your lips from trembling but the longer he held you, the harder it was.

“I know” He whispered, gently stroking your hair, still not letting you go. “Just wanted to hold my best friend”

“M’fine, y-you don’t have to be here” You whispered, your voice trembling. You squeezed your hands, trying to stay strong but it only made everything worse, your body starting to shake.

“I know, I want to be here”

The longer you tried to keep you cries away, the more pain you felt. Bucky’s heart broke, hearing the first sob slip from your lips, your body unable to hold itself up while more wracked your body. He carefully carried you close to him, cradling your body against his while he laid down on your bed, pulling the covers over you both.

He held you the entire night, rubbing your back and kissing your hair while you switched between telling him about the happy memories you had and breaking down over and over again when you realized they were gone.

“M’sorry, I-I kept you up all night” You voice was hoarse, looking at the time; it had been hours since Bucky first came in and it was now the middle of the night.

“Y/n, you never have to be sorry, I’m here because I want to be. Always here for you my doll” He pulled you closer, pressing a reassuring kiss to your forehead. “All day, night, with all the hugs and kisses you need, I’m always here”

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aloudplace · 8 days

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Dirty thoughts 4

Loki was furious .

The little bitch had tattled to Stark, and now Loki had three idiot human chaperones instead of just the one.

He paced his quarters, too inflamed to sit quietly, circling the long couch and the woman who sat on it, veering off to pass along the windows on the south side of the room.

She'd shown up with two guards this morning. They stood on either side of the door in their matching black suits and their earpieces, watching expressionlessly.

Bella was ignoring him, fiddling with her cell phone. Pretending nothing had changed. If not for the guards, he never would have known she'd told. Her demeanor had revealed nothing since the moment she'd walked in.

In fact, she appeared entirely relaxed in her blue jeans and flowered, off-the-shoulder blouse, legs crossed at the knee. Her glossy chocolate hair had been trimmed recently and the short hairs at her nape were just long enough to start curling again. Looking at her–-at the hair he now knew was even silkier than it looked, at the exposed curve of her neck, the taste of which was still vivid in his mind–-made him feel itchy, almost violent.

He'd stopped pacing, he realized. He was standing by the windows directly across from the couch, staring at her. Finally, she looked up. He gave her a long, icy glare, drinking in her wide dark eyes, the heavy lashes. The smattering of freckles on her nose and upper cheeks. The full pink bow of her mouth.

One of her brows lifted slightly. "Something on your mind?"

The taste of your mouth , he thought viciously, and then watched her features twitch and flex in surprise–-and then in discomfort.

She didn't blush though. And there wasn't even a flicker of anger in her steady gaze. For some reason that only increased his ire.

He turned and strolled towards the dining area of his quarters. "What's on the agenda today?"

"Same as always," she said, sounding bored.

It was the same conversation they had nearly every day, like a ritual. She was playing her part perfectly.

Are we pretending yesterday didn't happen? He glanced back at her as he paused next to the small dining table.

Her frown showed irritation. She glanced pointedly at the guards. "Your off-compound privileges have been temporarily revoked."

"Oh? What shame," he rallied mockingly, suppressing his bitterness. His restlessness.

She rolled her eyes and went back to her phone.

Loki paced some more, fuming silently. Three months they'd kept him a cell before Thor had convinced them to let him out. Another month of constant supervision–-always Thor or one of the others at his elbow. Always the cameras and the suspicious gazes. And then they'd brought Bella–-his psychic babysitter–-and she'd been... an unexpected diversion. A breath of fresh air, if he was honest. Wide brown eyes full of curiosity and unexpected kindness–-and utterly devoid of contempt, suspicion, disgust; the things he saw in the eyes of every other human he met.

She looked like a nursery school teacher but he'd learned quickly there was intellect behind that angelic little face. A delightful, sneaky sense of humor. A startling lack of judgment for the attempted conqueror of her own planet, her people.

She'd treated him for all the world like a friend.

Bits of her angry tirade in the car came back to him for the hundredth time.

I also honestly fucking like you.

I can't trust you... why did I even give you a chance?

...as much as I want you to be happy, if you ever fuck with me like that again...

Loki struggled not to growl aloud, bombarded by a mix of emotions he didn't care to examine too closely.

She' taken him into her home, and she'd let him kiss her, touch her. Perhaps she had been a diversion-–she was only human after all. And perhaps he had taken advantage because it had been so long since he'd even had the chance to touch a woman, and he was starved for it–-for any kind of real pleasure.

And she'd blushed so prettily at his teasing. Acted like she enjoyed his attention, as uncomfortable as it made her. So, when the opportunity had arisen to take a little pleasure in her, he'd jumped at it. Was that so deplorable? Did he deserve to be villainized for it?

He had to admit that he did like the little human. He liked her a great deal, as ridiculous as it was. He hadn't meant to abuse her in any way. That look she'd given him in the car-–like he'd wounded her somehow...

Loki told himself it hadn't made him feel guilty–-that it was nonsense on her part. Human idiocy. He hadn't done anything wrong. And he didn't give a damn how she felt about him. But now that she'd withdrawn her friendship he felt...viciously ill-used.

He felt positively vengeful, in fact.

Abruptly, Bella stood. She turned to the guards, "Will you please leave us for a moment?"

"Uh, Miss, are you sure?" said the one on the left. Loki had forgotten their names the moment Bella introduced them. He watched with icy disdain as Bella assured them she would be fine and ushered them out.

"There are still cameras," she said, as soon as she'd turned back to him.

"As if I could forget," he sneered.

"I'm sorry about the guards. Tony insisted."

"Oh, you're sorry. Well, in that case," he returned contemptuously.

"One of the guards reported our...little scene in the car yesterday, otherwise things would be just as they were. I had no intention of reporting it."

"Of course," he stalked toward her dangerously, "What would Tony think if he knew you'd willingly taken my tongue into your mouth?"

She actually flushed a little at the words. "He does know, Loki."

He froze, "What? You told him?"

She nodded.

"Why? "

"Because I'm honest?"

"What could have possessed you to do such an idiotic thing?" he snarled.

"You mean kiss you, or tell Tony the truth?" she rejoined wryly.

Loki glared.

"It wasn't any great crime," she went on helplessly, "He's not even mad about it. You just have to behave yourself with me for a couple more weeks and you'll be allowed to leave again."

The regret in her eyes was salt in his wounds.

"Only now we'll have a pair of Stark's suited goons along for the ride, is that it?" he spat.

"Just to make sure things stay...platonic."

Loki's eyes narrowed. He'd closed the space between them until they stood only a few feet apart. "Platonic," he repeated thoughtfully. "Is that for my sake or yours?"

"Both."

He stalked closer. "So, we both have to earn his trust again, hm?"

She watched him come with obvious anxiety. "I told him I'd learned my lesson," she said warily.

Loki halted less than an arm's length away and her scent curled around him delicately. "And he believed you?"

She swallowed loudly. "Loki-–"

"Did you think the cameras would protect you? That I wouldn't touch you so long as some peon in a control room was watching?" He moved closer, until they were toe-to-toe. Bella was looking up at him with her eyes very wide, breasts hitching upward on a nervous breath.

"The guards are right outside," she whispered. "Don't screw this up for yourself just because you want to punish me, Loki."

"Punish you?" he murmured wickedly, "Who says I want to punish you?" His hands found her hips, slid up to her sweet little waist, making her gasp and grab his forearms as though to stop him.

"You're angry," she said breathlessly. "You want to hurt me."

The words stung–-partially because they were true, and partially because hearing her say them made him feel bitterly ashamed of himself.

He picked her up and backed her to the wall, pinning her there with a thunk. Her little squeak of surprise urged him on and the in the next moment he was kissing her fiercely, angrily–-almost desperately. She squirmed against him and it felt so damned good, even though she was trying to push him off.

Loki made himself soften, gave her his tongue in a slow, liquid glide, pressing her flat to the wall with the length of his body. She stiffened when she felt his erection, and then–-sweet Allmother, thank you –-the fight seemed to leave her and she went butter soft against him. Her little hands slid up his arms to his chest and then fisted in his jacket, pulling him closer.

That's it, he thought distantly, anger forgotten, drawing on her tongue and then groaning as she dipped it into his mouth, exploring him of her own volition. His hands glided up her sides and he took her breasts in a slow, sensuous grip, growling with pleasure at the sensation. She shuddered and whimpered sweetly into his mouth.

Behind him, the door burst open. "Alright, Reindeer Games, let her go."

Anger returning in a rush, Loki slowly released her. Just before turning he looked down into her face. Her eyes were wide with dread–-but no anger. No judgment.

She was horrified. Afraid. But not of him. Not by him.

For him.

Loki turned slowly toward Stark and his guards, anger warring with a strange, unexpected rush of elation.

"Hello, Stark," he said mildly.

Stark gave Loki a disapproving look, lips pursed, and held his hand out to Bella. "Come here, sweetheart. Let's get you away from the big bad God."

Bella stepped out from behind Loki, "Mr. Stark, it was my fault. I shouldn't have sent the guards away."

"Oh, we can agree on that," Stark replied, hand still extended, eyes on Loki.

"He didn't hurt me," she said urgently, and Loki realized with a start that she was defending him.

"It looked pretty forceful to me, hon," Stark replied. His gaze shifted to her. "You were trying to fight him off, were you not?"

"I–- was," she replied haltingly, sheepishly. "At first. Right up until... I wasn't."

Loki glanced at her in surprise. Honest, indeed.

The two guards shared a brief look of shock. Stark sighed. "You sure this isn't like, some kind of Stockholm syndrome or something?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Loki saw her nod. "I guess I have a thing for bad boys," she laughed nervously.

Loki's heart did a shameful little dance of triumph.

Stark lowered his hand. "Well, I guess I can't hold that against you." He grinned at her in a way that made Loki's hackles rise. "I used to be a bit of a bad-boy myself. Though-–" he shot Loki a considering look, "This guy is on a whole other level."

"You knew this was going to happen!" Bella blurted.

Stark grinned. "You reading my mind?" Then he shrugged. "I might have suspected something like this would occur."

"Why did you let her comeback in then?" Loki demanded angrily.

Stark smirked, shook his head. "You still don't get it, do you Reindeer Games? You're one of ours now."

Loki scowled in confusion. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Stark held up a finger and then turned to the guards. "Fellas, dismissed."

They both blinked at him in surprise.

"Alright, come on, chop chop," Stark clapped his hands at them and they scurried out the door. "That's right, little privacy here, thank you."

The door clicked shut and he turned around, pointed directly at Loki, "You, my friend, have to get into the Avengers mentality. Teamwork, cooperation. Trust ."

Loki looked at Bella and her expression reflected his bewilderment. "What the hell are you talking about, Stark?"

"I'm talking about your one-man-against-the-world-pity-party thing, Lo-lo."

Loki nearly choked. Lo-lo? Pity party? "My what? " he snarled in outrage.

"Are you in or are you out, man?" Tony returned impatiently. "You've behaved yourself perfectly for months, bad attitude notwithstanding. Your brother trusts you. Bella trusts you. I let you go off-compound yesterday with no armed escort and the worst thing you did was kiss a pretty girl. And when that blew up in your face, you still came back ." He shrugged and made a face like, Well? "You gonna give up this serial-killer-slash-martyr act and be a good guy, or what?"

Loki was floored. Speechless.

"You're not upset at all?" Bella asked cautiously. "About the, erm, inappropriate behavior?"

"Hey, you're both consenting adults. And like I said, who am I to judge?" Tony grinned. "Besides, Rock of Ages over here falling for a good old-fashioned human girl seems like growth to me."

"Will you please stop with the nicknames," Loki grated.

"Not a chance," Tony came back without hesitation. "And don't think for a moment this means I'm cutting you two loose." He pointed at Bella, "You keep doing your job as specified, and you-–" he pointed at Loki, "are now responsible for keeping her safe in the field."

Loki blurted, "I'm responsible for what? " at the same time Bella said, "In the field?"

"That's right, folks. You're partners now. Congratulations. Bella, you start field training next week," he turned and pulled the door open. "By the way, you have the rest of the week off. Go on a date or something. Eat spaghetti, see a movie. Enjoy your freedom. Starting Monday, it's no more lazy days at Stark Tower. We got shit to do and I need you both on point." He waved them off as he walked out, and the door swung shut behind him with a click.

..............................

It's Thursday, I thought dumbly. Three day weekend.

Then I looked at Loki. He was still staring blankly at the closed door. He must have felt me staring because he glanced over.

Suddenly my heart was in my throat, pounding like crazy. Tony had just given us his full approval to...what? Start a relationship?

I knew that was insane-–just the thought of dating the God of Mischief made me want to giggle hysterically.

It also made me ache with longing. Stupidly.

Loki's eyes narrowed.

"W-what?" I stuttered, hating myself.

His lips compressed. Relaxed. He was shielding his thoughts, but his emotions were still in turmoil. Anger sizzled in the air around him. The regret was gone though.

That had been a revelation.

I'd come to work this morning tied in knots, wondering how he would behave. I knew he'd be angry about the guards. I'd kind of expected him to play it off though-–to return to the condescending ice-prince routine. To treat me like nothing more than a mild irritation.

But he'd been tied in knots, too. Furious, guilty. And the longer I pretended nothing was wrong, the more inflamed he'd become, pacing around in a silent fit of rage. Radiating regret and frustration.

He was sorry. Or he had been.

Not that he would ever say so.

The God of Mischief cared about me. It was there in his feelings. The hurt he tried to drown out with anger. His desire to retaliate against me.

And of course, my determination to remain distant had crumbled in mere minutes. I still wanted to be his friend. I couldn't stand to see him in pain.

So I'd sent the guards out, hoping to talk him down. To mend fences.

I'd never expected him to come after me like that, radiating lust and danger.

I could still feel his big body against me-–the searing heat of his erection stabbing my belly.

Gentle, coaxing Loki–-while still a bit aggressive–-had been intoxicating. Angry, forceful Loki had completely robbed me of my sense.

My legs were still trembling a little from it. My breasts tingled madly from his touch. My mouth felt swollen, lips hypersensitized. I wanted him to do it again–-and at the same time, I was absolutely terrified that he would.

He was looking at me like he could read my mind, and I almost believed it.

"You have thirty seconds to get out of here," he growled, "before I finish what we started."

"Loki–-" I began, backing away a step, "W-we should talk."

He bared his teeth in a predatory grin, totally devoid of humor. "Make it ten seconds."

Self-preservation beat out my desire to smooth things over. I turned and scurried for the door.

"Bella," he said, just as I took hold of the knob.

I looked back.

"Congratulations," his eyes glittered with unspoken promise, " Partner. "

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