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#charles leclerc#max verstappen#lestappen#f1#*#**#the way max made him laugh 😳#and the way he's kinda just indulging max interrupting him.. fond even....#and then playing along w the joke batting his eyelashes like#sharl 😭
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Beauty in Innocence
Fred Weasley x reader
Requested by: @amathilofgondor
Request gist: Fred Weasley dating an adorable and innocent reader but he craves to destroy her in bed. He doesn't know how to present the idea of rough sex since they have only just started getting sexual.
A/N: Thanks for the request! For this fic, I didn't know whether you wanted the reader to be a virgin or not so I went for she’s not a virgin but still pretty innocent to things like different kinks and any sex that isn't vanilla. I also went down the route of the reader wanting Fred to teach her what he likes, that sort of thing. Also, in this fic the wizarding community have televisions and electronic devices. I've mentioned a pornographic video which will be in apostrophes.
T/W: Fred is a bit of a sex pest, brief mention of a Daddy kink, Fred maybe being a bit dark and dirty, attempted groping?, intense pornographic videos? (mentions of BDSM, pinching and spanking), Fred kinda uses her innocence to talk dirty (not like an insult but a bit mocking), nicknames, rough sex, mentions of corruption, unprotected sex, no aftercare (not a ‘Fred being mean’ thing)
Fred's girlfriend. The girl who surprised all of Fred’s friends when they first met her.
Fred was a dirty devil. He always had a crude joke or quip. At bars and clubs, he was always the first one to chat up any girl he saw. Poor George suffered the most (even giving him a silencing charm after having to hear a girl call him ‘Daddy’ through the walls of their shared flat).
And then there was you. Fred’s dirty quips had your cheeks red with blush. His dirty jokes had you squirming as if you'd never heard such a lewd joke before. Like an angel whose ears had never heard the likes of Fred Weasley.
Don't get me wrong, Fred’s friends and family adored the sweet girl on Fred’s arm just as much as he did. But Fred more than adored you.
He desired you.
The way you were so innocent drove him mad. The way you'd bat your eyelashes when he made a dirty remark, like a confused baby deer. He even loved how innocent you were during movie nights. He was driving himself mad.
A part of him felt guilty for wanting more. He didn't want you to think it was because you weren't enough. The truth was, Fred is insatiable. Even the tiniest moan from your lips had him as hard as stone. He kept thinking about your first time together. It was the opposite of what Fred was used to. It was…sweet. Filled with soft kisses and a loving embrace while he slowly pushed into you. As much as he loved those tender moments, he craved to hold you down and fuck that pussy that got so wet for him. He needed to hear those needy sounds you'd make.
He’d run out of patience. Everytime he tried to approach the conversations, he’d freeze up. One idea he had was when you were both cuddling on the sofa. His hands slowly moved from your waist. His lips brushed along the skin of your neck, his hand stroking your inner thigh. Your soft whines and squirms made him think that you weren't ready for what he wanted to do to you, causing his hands to slowly retreat.
Little did he know that you were curious about his blatantly obvious attempt at a conversation and wandering hands. You'd heard things from his friends about how sexually active he seemed to be prior to you and it made you curious about the sort of things that he was into. You wanted him to be the one to teach you, to show you this world of sexual depravity that he knew so well. Maybe it was a primal nagging in your head or just the desire for him to be happy in every aspect of your relationship.
Fred’s last ditch attempt to express his desires included the one thing he knew best: pornography. With his laptop in hand, he approached you in the bedroom.
“Hey love, I want to show you something, see what you think”
He put the laptop in front of you, showing a black screen. But when he pressed play, it was far beyond anything you ever expected him to show you.
‘The woman in the video was tied down to a bed, her arms to the headboard and her legs spread. With the woman blindfolded and naked, another pair of hands appeared from off screen. The hands pinched and slapped the woman's inner thigh, getting closer and closer to her twitching pussy’.
Fred kept his eyes on your reaction, watching how your cheeks got darker and your breathing got heavier, only things that he would notice within seconds. He figured that if he couldn't tell you what he wanted, he’d show you.
‘The hand’s trailed higher, spanking the woman's clit, making her jolt and yelp’.
Fred heard the breath you sucked in, his hopes rising that you'll enjoy it.
‘A man came into frame, getting between the womens open thighs. Teasing his tip through her folds, he thrusted his cock into the hilt. His hips were like pistons, not stopping for a second. No matter how much the woman moaned and squirmed, he kept fucking her now dripping hole’.
You looked up at Fred. At first, he was worried you’d ask him to turn it off or tell him that it looked too rough and harmful. But he swore he heard angels sing when that normally innocent, sweet voice asked the most heavenly words he’d ever heard.
“Can we try something like that?”
Fred’s grin practically doubled in size, his arms snaked around your waist. He kissed the shell of your ear before whispering softly.
“My sweet girl wants me to do something so dirty to her?”
The needy “Yes” you replied with made his heart beat faster. This was confirmation to take you like he needed, to ravage you, to break you down and rebuild you with little pieces of himself woven in. He closed the laptop and moved it to the nightstand before laying you down. He crawled up your body, stalking like a predator. His hands trailed up your outer thighs, pushing your nightie up to your abdomen.
His thumb found the seat of your underwear, smearing the wet patch that had formed.
“And here I thought my girl was innocent. You liked watching that dirty video, baby? Your wet little cunt seemed to enjoy it.”
Every slight buck of your hips, every whimper, every moan. He absorbed it all, watching with beady eyes as if he'd never see something so beautiful again.
Your pouty voice caught him off guard.
“Please Freddie, more”
And who was he to deny?
Ripping your underwear down your legs, he pushed your thighs open. All that restraint, all that time of treating you like a porcelain doll, was gone for a minute, leaving pure need and lust. He stared at your open pussy like an animal who had finally found the source of a delectable scent. He had to stop himself from salivating at such a perfect sight.
His hands moved to pull his cock out, leaving you with a mental message to keep your thighs open for him. He lined his cock up and stopped for a moment, looking up at you. It was like his demeanour shifted for a split second.
“If you need me to stop pretty girl, just tell me”
You gave him a usual sweet smile and a nod, finding it heartwarming that he was still a sweetheart even in such an intimate moment.
He slowly pushed in, bottoming out and taking a minute to bask in your warmth surrounding him. When his hips started moving, he set a pace that you weren't used to. It was faster, his hips slapping against yours. The band in your stomach felt like it was tightening faster than usual.
“How can such a sweet girl be so dirty? Maybe i've corrupted you, angel”
His dirty words were new to your ears, but they caused you to clench around him. They only drove you closer and closer to a feeling you didn't know you craved so much. His hand came down to rub your clit in messy circles, and that's all it took.
Your moans filled the room and your walls pulsated around him, cumming harder than you had before. He kept fucking you through your orgasm, staving off his own orgasm. Your body trembled beneath him, arms reaching for his comfort, which he gave without a second thought.
Fred wasn't going to last much longer, so he pulled out and used his hand, stroking himself at the same pace he had fucked you. Spurts of his cum painted your stomach until he was spent. He laid himself down next to you after wiping your stomach clean, the both of you trying to catch your breath. He stroked your arm, keeping his eyes on your face for any signs of discomfort. You turned to lay on your side, snuggling into him.
“Can we do that again soon, Freddie?”
His corrupted angel was full of surprises.
#fred weasley#fred weasley smut#fred wealsey fic#fred weasley x fem!reader#fred weasely x y/n#fred weasley x you#fred weasly x reader#fred weasley fic
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hi!!! how would you feel about doing some more nanami? maybe him being jealous of your friendship/closeness w Gojo?
Jealousy is not a good look!
Nanami Kento x Reader
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Nanami wasn’t a jealous man. Or so he thought. But as he started getting closer and closer to you he noticed how Gojo would be there too. It didn’t matter what time of day it was, if you were at the school Gojo was always close behind.
He hated it.
So he told himself that he would tell you about his feelings. That had been five days ago.
He walked into the lounge at the school, his face lighting up at the sound of your laughter. And then that smile diminishing as he sees Gojo laughing along with you.
Did the blue eyed freak ever work?
“Nanamin! It’s good to see you!” You grin as you see him, motioning him to join the two of you. He sits down next to you and sighs as he takes out his lunch.
“Busy day Nanami?” Gojo questions and you see the blondes eyes narrow.
“Yes, something you wouldn’t seem to know.” He grunts and Gojo only laughs it off. You knew that Nanami didn’t respect Gojo but this attitude was different. You moved your hand under the table and lightly patted his. His eyes met yours and you cocked your head to silently ask if he was okay. Nanami just waved you off as he began his lunch. It was apparent he didn’t want Gojo there.
“Gojo why don’t you go help Yuji and them?” You say and the man-child only shrugs.
“Don’t wanna.” He retorts as he sits there grinning wickedly towards Nanami.
You cleared your throat as a very long lunch of awkward silence began.
–
It had been a few days since that lunch and you hadn’t seen Nanami. Your schedules never crossed from all the jobs they had you going on. You missed him. And Gojo seemed to come to some idea that you were missing him instead.
“Gojo, why have you been clinging on to me all day?” You roll your eyes as he spun in circles around the room.
“You want the honest truth or a bullshit answer?” Gojo stopped his ‘dance’ falling over on the couch and into your lap. You chuckled.
“Honest. Go on.”
“Well you haven’t really noticed but Nanami really likes you. And I find it funny to piss him off by hanging out with you. Besides, when has your dearest best friend ever been a bother?” Gojo bats his eyelashes and you shove him away.
“Don’t joke about stuff like that. You know how I feel.” You frown as you take in his words. There’s no way a man as handsome and well put together as Nanami would like you. You were friends, yes, but that was all. Right?
“You really think I would do this for any other reason?” Gojo raised an eyebrow and you scoffed. He was being over the top. So maybe there was a chance.
“And when did Nanami tell you this?”
Gojo mocks being stabbed as you asked, rolling his eyes in succession.
“Why does he need to tell me? It’s so obvious. He’s never sat down to have lunch with me.” The pale man chided.
“Because he doesn’t like you.” You retort as you get more and more exasperated. You had really hoped Gojo wasn’t playing you like a fiddle.
“Exactly! And he likes you.” Gojo wiggled his eyebrows and you got up. He was being outrageous. Though that’s only expected from him.
“Enough. I’m going home for the day. When I come in tomorrow you better not follow me around like a stray cat.”
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Almost like clockwork you arrived at the school. You were greeted with hugs from Itadori and Nobara which you quickly returned and made your way into the lounge. Your eyes spotted Nanamis as he was busy making his coffee.
“Nanami!” You smiled as you approached the man. You tried to act normal but Gojo’s words kept replaying in your head. ‘He likes you’. You would kill that man next time you saw him.
“Y/N it’s good to see you. And alone for once.” Nanami grunts out as he surveys the room, expecting Gojo to come jumping out of the corner like a jack in the box.
“Yes. How are you? I’ve missed you.” You get a bit nervous as you stand next to him, noticing just how handsome he really is.
“I’ve missed you too. It’s the same work. Nothing special.” He motions for you to follow as he goes to sit down on the couch. His body reclines in the seat like an old man in his rocker and you can’t help but grin.
“You find me amusing?” Nanami smirked back and you could only laugh.
“Sometimes I forget you’re in your 20s and not in your 50s.” You tease and the blonde only waves you off.
“Don’t say that. You’re starting to sound like him too.” Nanami knew the moment he had said it, it was wrong. He hadn’t even thought through the words before they left his lips. His eyes nervously wracked yours as your face contorted.
“What?” You questioned as you felt your blood run cold. He hadn’t meant that you sounded too much like Gojo, right? That you were annoying him?
“I didn’t mean that. Pardon me.” His voice is soft as he sees the worry on your face. He felt infinitely bad for what he had said.
“What did you mean then?” You choked out as you held back a few sobs. You didn’t know why you were getting so emotional over one comment but you couldn’t help it. You liked him. You didn’t want to be a bother to him.
“Y/N please don’t cry.” Nanami’s voice breaks as his hands move onto your face. His large hands cradle your cheeks as he forces you to stare at him.
“I didn’t mean that. I just have been so jealous. I have never felt this way before and it isn’t fair to you because you are so kind. I knew it wasn’t appropriate with you being my coworker and my friend for that matter. Please don’t think you’re like him.” His hands get a bit tighter around your face as you try to calm yourself.
It felt like you were doing a speedrun of every emotion possible. Your heart hammered in your chest as you tried to find your words. You had to tell him you felt the same way.
“I like you too.” You put your hand on top of his as your confession sits in the air. His hazel eyes widened as he processed your words.
“You’re not just saying that? Because you don’t need to force yourself to feel the same way.” He questions and you quickly shake your head.
“I really like you.” You affirm and a happy sigh leaves the man’s lips. You had never seen him smile so wide as he pulled you closer.
“I’m glad. I thought that..” He frowns a bit before shaking his presumption off.
“I’m glad you’re not Gojo’s. Will you be mine instead?” He was direct with his words, his thumb ghosting over the plush skin of your lips. You could feel yourself melt into a puddle right then and there.
“Of course.” You lean up just a bit further hoping that you were getting the right idea. It seemed you had because not even seconds later, Nanami’s lips descended upon yours. The built up passion and jealousy resounded as he gripped tightly at your form, working his lips across yours in a battle. You were his now and he was sure to show you.
After a while of making acquaintance with eachothers lips you pull back for air. His usually near hair was askew and he wore a daunting grin.
“I suppose I’ll be getting my thanks soon?” Gojo’s voice rang out as you both jumped. Your eyes turned to the man standing in the corner watching you both. He gave you a little wave as you both groaned.
“If I have to see your face once more this week I will kill you.” Nanami voiced out and Gojo only laughed.
“Love you too Nanamin! And I told you so, Y/N!” Gojo sang as he walked out of the room.
As much as he was annoying, he did ‘work his magic’.
#jjk nanami#jujutsu nanami#nanami kento#nanami kento x reader#nanami kento fluff#nanami kento x reader fluff#jjk#jjk x reader#nanami x reader#nanami x reader fluff#nanami#jjk kento#kento x reader
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Flirty waitresses
Summary: A little insight into how Tom and reader deal with flirts.
Warnings: Swearing.
W/C: 1.6K
You’d gone out to dinner with the boys and a few of their girlfriends, after enjoying an amazing meal, you were all sat drinking, you were sat in between Haz’s girlfriend and Tom, engaging in some girl talk. The waitress had brought another round of drinks and you thanked her before going back to your conversation. After a few minutes, Ruby furrowed her brows, looking over your shoulder.
“What?” You said as you followed her gaze. The waitress who had dropped your drinks off was talking to Tom about something that you weren’t really listening to and at first you wondered what the problem was until you noticed her batting her eyelashes at him in a very obvious way.
“She’s flirting with him.” Ruby said. You shrugged as you weren’t a jealous person, you know Tom wouldn’t ever engage back and you’d somewhat gotten used to people wanting his attention.
“Maybe she’s a fan of his work.” You said.
“Yeah but she’s flirting.” Ruby was that best friend that always had your back, she was quite possibly the person you were closest to besides Tom.
“She might not know he has a girlfriend.” You reasoned and she nodded hesitantly.
“Maybe, but still, you’re sat next to him.” She said.
“You worry too much.” You laughed. The waitress disappeared after a while and Tom took your hand in his, giving a light kiss to the back of it before talking with Haz again. Your hand was still in his when the waitress reappeared, the chatter had become a little more open around the table as you all listened to a story Harry was telling.
“Can I get you anything else Tom?” You heard the waitress say. Tom looked at his pint that was still half full and your wine glass that was almost empty.
“Want another?” He asked and you nodded adding a quick thanks. You swear you heard the waitress huff at you but you couldn’t be sure and thought nothing of it. Tom moved his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you into his side.
The waitress returned and almost slammed your drink down in front of you, Harry raised his brow a little and no one else seemed to notice. Maybe she’d done it by accident? We’d all been there. She was eyeing you in an unreadable way though which made you slightly uncomfortable.
“I think she’s just realised Tom has a girlfriend.” Ruby leant over and whispered to you as she laughed and you joined. You weren’t averse to the occasional funny look when people wanted Tom’s attention. She refilled everyone else drinks as you nuzzled your head into Tom’s side, feeling his warmth.
“You okay there darling?” Tom asked as he laughed lightly, placing a kiss to the top of your head.
“Yeah, you’re just nice and warm.” You said as you pulled away from him and he grasped your hand in his interlocking your fingers on the table.
“She really doesn’t like you.” Ruby said seriously and you followed her gaze to see the waitress almost eyeing you up and down with a discreet look of disgust, it made you uncomfortable but you tried not to think about it.
“I’m gonna say something.” Ruby said.
“No, don’t. Just leave it, it’s fine honestly.” You said not wanting to make a scene.
After a while the waitress returned and she had another drink for a few people. As she placed Tom’s pint down in front of him, you could have sworn you saw her smirk at you before the pint fell over on the table. You jumped up slightly as the beer ran off the table and onto your feet, thankfully you were wearing heels so you only needed to dry skin off. You could’ve sworn it was meant for your lap but hadn’t gone to plan.
“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry. My hand slipped.” She said and it sounded almost embarrassingly fake. Ruby steadied the glass and cleaned up the table as Tom reached down to dry your foot off with a few napkins.
“It’s okay, no harm done.” You forced a smile. She watched as Tom tended to your foot and looked as if she was holding back an eyeroll.
“I am truly sorry Tom, I didn’t mean to get your friend.” She said again. ‘Friend’? You would have thought given your interactions that you were clearly a little more than that.
“Oh, that’s his girlfriend.” Ruby said with a sarcastic smile, you eyed her with a playfully glare as she smirked.
“Oh, right, yeah, girlfriend. Sorry.” She muttered out. Tom had sat himself back down along with you, pulling you onto his lap.
“It’s okay, I think she’ll live.” Tom joked.
“Yeah, you’re such a gentleman Tom.” She battered her eyelashes at him again. “Anyone would be lucky to have such an attentive boyfriend.” The way she said it was not in a way that you were used to, people had of course commented before on the ways in which Tom looked after you but it was in more of an endearing way, this sounded snide.
“Yeah well, she deserves to be looked after.” Tom smiled as he kissed your cheek and you removed yourself from his lap taking your seat back next to him. Harry and Sam fake gagged at the interaction and the waitress forced a smile.
The next half an hour wasn’t so bad, then she came back and ‘carefully’ placed another round of drinks down. She placed your wine glass down in front of you and placed her arm on Tom’s bicep as she spoke.
“Anything else Tom?” She asked and it was so flirty, you almost felt bad for her. Tom was completely oblivious as he usually was, he said he didn’t notice stuff like that because he only had eyes for you. You’re not sure whether or not it was the alcohol that had started buzzing around your system or just how much she was pissing you off but you were starting to feel jealous.
You couldn’t stop yourself as you placed your hands on Tom’s face and brought him in for a kiss, to which he happily returned, turning slightly in the booth to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer to him. Ruby laughed next to you as she watched and the boys let out of a chorus of light cheers.
“She looked so pissed.” Ruby laughed as you pulled away.
“Yeah well she’s pissing me off.” You said lowly.
This continued to happen throughout the evening and you were trying so hard not to let your jealousy get to you but she was pushing your buttons. Tom was still blissfully unaware until she traced her hand down his bicep and you felt him tense slightly. Good, he’s realised.
“I don’t need anything else thank you.” Tom said politely as he subconsciously pulled you further into his side. You smiled slightly as you gladly snuggled further into him, you were aware you probably looked petty, but she’d pushed you. She glared at you as she walked away.
“I’ve got to say Y/N, I’d have said something ages ago.” Harry’s girlfriend spoke up and everyone hummed in agreement.
“What?” You said playing somewhat dumb.
“She’s been flirting so openly with him, it’s a bit embarrassing to be honest.” She went on.
“Well, I try not to let my jealously get to me.” You sighed as Tom kissed your forehead.
“I’m sorry love, want me to say something?” Tom said.
“Nah, I’d only be really worried if you were flirting back.” You said.
“Not gonna happen.” He mumbled as he ghosted his lips over your cheek and you smiled, feeling the jealousy subside.
The rest of the night actually went quite well, the waitress still continued to make flirty remarks and touch Tom when she felt like it, but his attention was now completely on you and you could see she was getting more annoyed but couldn’t find it in yourself to care. As you were going to leave, after much protest Tom decided he was going to settle the bill and as he paid and you were all getting your coats on she approached one last time.
“Here, in case you get bored.” She handed Tom a piece of paper which you were sure as hell would have her number on as she glared at you and you glared back, finding Tom’s hand and placing your own in it.
“That’s inappropriate.” You heard Harrison whisper to Ruby. “I’d be fucking pissed.”
“Thanks but no thanks.” Tom said as he handed her the piece of paper back. “I’m very happy with the woman here thank you. She couldn’t bore me if she tried.” He added as he pulled you out of the restaurant and you started to walk home.
“How do you always know how to keep your cool?” You asked him after a while.
“I suppose it’s easy when you’re not interested. You don’t have anything to worry about you know, people might flirt with me but the only flirting I’m interested in is yours.” He reassured as he swung your arms in between you.
“Yeah I know. I love you.”
“And I love you, more than anything.”
#tom holland#tom holland imagine#tom holland one shot#tom holland x reader#tom holland fluff#tom holland x y/n
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HOW THEY REACT TO YOU BEING REALLY FLIRTY + FLIRTING WITH THEM
CHARACTERS: bakugo + denki + kirishima + (f!reader)
REQUEST: heyy!! could i request the students with a super flirtatious girl?? how would they react? would they be oblivious? would they be down for it? maybe some smut idk • by anonymous
WARNINGS: suggestive things + smutty scenes
NOTES: i wasn’t sure who exactly you wanted so i just did these three <3
bakugo
at first he notices you and your flirty behavior and he just grumbles and ignores you
(even though he lowkey wants you to only flirt with him, but he’ll deny that)
but then you do start flirting w him––
saying things like “wow you’re so strong katsuki”
and part of him wants to yell that you don’t know him like that to be using his first name...but it sounds rly nice coming from you
and he normally doesn’t like when people kiss his ass cause whatever they’re saying is usually a given and shouldn’t be surprising
(like how he’s good at what he does),
but for some reason, there’s something about you that makes him play into it.
he’ll have a cocky smirk on his face as he watches you with slitted eyes, “go on.”
suddenly he tries showing off even more than usual with the hopes that you’ll shower him in praise
whole time he’s smirking and lowkey flexing for you
he’ll even flirt back with you, temporarily making you speechless
but if you think you can keep flirting with anyone else once you’ve got this thing going with him––
you were currently pressed up against the door of a random supply closet, bakugo shoving you in there as soon as everyone else walked ahead to go to lunch. one of his hands was wrapped around your throat as he pressed into you from behind.
“what were you doing with shitty-hair huh?”
you gasped when he grabbed a handful of your ass before slapping it, words escaping your mind. when you didn’t say anything, he tightened his hold on your throat.
“asked you a question princess.”
“was just––talking to him.” you tried to turn your head to bat your lashes at him but he wouldn’t let you.
“tch, with your hands all over him? don’t think so.” he bit your earlobe and you swallowed thickly as he whispered in your ear, his voice gruff. “think you wanted to piss me off.”
you smirked. “and why would i wanna do that, katsuki?”
he cursed at the sound of his name and slid his hand in your panties, grinning at how wet you were. “m’gonna put you in your place the way you deserve, don’t you worry.”
denki
denki noticed the way you would your bat your eyelashes at people, put a hand on their shoulder or arm
he knew you were just like that
but sometimes he couldn’t tell if you were flirting or not or just being nice
he’d literally ask you with a hopeful smile on his face
“wait are you flirting with me?”
you’d just laugh and walk away, “i’m sure you can figure it out, denki”
he puts two and two after a bit and realizes that you are in fact flirting with him
you talk to him so often that he starts to perk up whenever you enter the room he’s in, hoping you’ll come give him attention
he’d try to flirt back with you too but sometimes he’s a little nervous or literally does not know what to respond
so he just stands there stuttering and blushing as he watches you
and it’s adorable
just makes you wanna ruin him
but he can be a little bold
in fact that’s how you both act on your feelings
he just randomly asks one day (lowkey as a joke, just in case you’re not into it) as you’re flirting with each other
“you wanna go somewhere...more private?” he even raises his brows and everything
he wasn’t actually expecting you to take him up on his offer, completely used to rejection, but he was not complaining. not one bit.
your lips were trailing and sucking along his neck, leaving pretty marks on his skin, his hands gripping your waist desperately for some sort of stability. he bucked his hips into yours subconsciously when you found his sweet spot, his hands sending a little jolt to you, making you smirk into his neck.
“does that feel good denki?” your voice was sweet and soft as you grinded onto him, making him curse quietly.
“fuck––” his voice cracked and he winced internally. “yeah, oh god yeah, feels really good.”
you sat up and reached one hand behind his head to pull his hair and pressed your lips against his, muffling his whines.
his hands were roaming your body, holding you close as he kissed you back feverishly. he mumbled against your lips, “god i really like you.”
you pulled away and his eyes widened, he shouldn’t have said––
you smiled, “i like you too,” before leaning back in, “now keep kissing me.”
he nodded, “yes ma’am.”
kirishima
poor baby would be kinda awkward sometimes
he’s flattered that you flirt with him but he knows that you flirt with everyone
so he tries not to think about it too hard
you’d compliment him and bring him water after practice and he’d thank you with a smile, scratching the back of his head sheepishly
he just thinks you’re being nice
it’s actually bakugo who brings it up with him, asking why he isn’t doing anything
and kirishima literally has no idea what he’s talking about
bakugo has to spell it out for him, mention that you talk to him the most, only bring him water, give him the most attention out of everyone else
the next day he’s a lot more blushy than usual and you think it’s so cute
you ask him if he wants to come over to your room after class and he agrees, wanting to confirm if you actually like him
you were sitting side by side in your bed when he asked. “yeah...” you looked down, suddenly nervous, a small smile on your face. “i thought it was kinda obvious.” you paused and looked up at him, “do you––do you like me back?”
he chuckled nervously, “well yeah. i can’t imagine who wouldn’t, it’s you.”
you felt a warmth bloom in your chest from his words and scooted closer to him. “can i kiss you?”
his eyes widened but he nodded almost immediately. “please.”
you pressed your lips against his gently, giving him a soft peck, before pulling away to look at him. you both smiled at each other before leaning back in for another, which immediately turned into several and soon you were making out and he was pulling you into his lap, one arm around your waist, the other squeezing your thigh.
he had to remember to thank bakugo after this.
#mha#mha x reader#mha headcanons#bakugo#bakugo x reader#bakugo headcanon#bakugo smut#denki#denki x reader#denki headcanon#denki smut#kirishima#kirishima x reader#kirishima headcanon#kirishima smut#kirishima fluff
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Friendly Flirtations
Pairing: Jesper Fahey x reader
Requested by Anonymous
Summary: You flirt with all the Dregs, except for Jesper...
It was like a rite of passage amongst the Dregs. When you flirted with someone, they knew they’d made it, that they were officially one of them. No one was immune to your flirtations: you batted your eyes at Nina, slung your arms around Inej, pressed kisses to Matthias’ cheek, even made suggestive comments to Kaz. But Jesper was the only person who was exempt from your teasings, the only Dreg who you didn’t bat your eyelashes at, who you didn’t embrace at any given opportunity. You were strictly friendly with him, laughing at his jokes, playing the occasional hand of Three Man Bramble with him, but never stepping over that line.
You had a reason for this, of course. You had the biggest crush on Jesper, and you knew that if you extended your friendly flirtations to him, it would only end in disaster. When you flirted with someone like Nina, someone you had no romantic interest in, it went something like, “Nina, my darling, your curves are so beautiful, I want to commission a Dekappel of them,” or “I’d make you all the waffles in the world.” But if you were to flirt with someone like Jesper, someone who made your heart race and palms sweat, it would have gone something along the lines of, “H-hey, you’re tall.” And that was something you didn’t want to put either of you through.
But to Jesper, it felt like you were avoiding him, like he’d done something wrong. Jesper adored you, his feeling for you growing from “just friends” to something more. It made his heart ache a bit when he saw you in Inej’s arms, with your lips pressed to Matthias’ cheek. Even when you winked at Kaz, whom he knew was completely uninterested in you romantically, it felt like Jesper’s heart was wrapped in thorns. So after about a month of being excluded from your trifles, he finally decided to ask you about it.
You were in your room at the Slat when Jesper mustered up the courage to talk to you, seated on your bed, a book on your lap. He knocked on the doorframe, startling you slightly. “Saints, Jes, you scared me,” you sat, gesturing for him to come in. He did, sitting gingerly on the edge of your bed, a good distance away from you. “What’s up?” He breathed deeply, praying to the Saints, Ghezen, Djel, and whoever else was listening that this conversation didn’t end in disaster.
“I was wondering why you never flirt with me.” You froze, heart leaping into your throat. “W-what do you mean?” “I mean that you flirt with everyone in the Dregs, even Kaz, except for me. Did I do something wrong, Y/N? If I did, I’m sorry, the last thing I ever want is to upset you.” “That’s not it at all, Jesper,” you said, wringing your hands. “Then what is it?” You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. There was no way you could wiggle your way out of this, you had to tell him. You had to tell Jesper how you felt.
“I like you,” you said quietly. “A lot. Saints, Jesper, I really like you. And I’m bad at flirting. And I knew that if I flirted with you like I flirt with anyone else, it wouldn’t go well.” Jesper couldn’t hold back the sigh of relief that left him, and he moved a bit closer to you. “You like me, love?” he asked, trying out the nickname. You blushed deeply, looking at your lap. “I do,” you admitted, and Jesper moved closer yet.
“Why didn’t you say anything, darling? I could’ve done the flirting for both of us.” You were breathing fast now, and you looked up at Jesper. “I dunno. I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same.” Jesper scoffec, taking your hand in his. “Wouldn’t feel the same? Who wouldn’t fall in love with you, sweetheart? With your beautiful face, your wit, your personality? I was a goner from the moment I met you.”
You felt your cheeks heat up even more, and Jesper put his arm around your shoulders. “What do you say, Y/N?” he asked. “Will you be my girl?” You let yourself lean into Jesper’s side, eyes slipping shut. “Yes, I’ll be your girl, Jes.” He pressed his lips to the crown of your head, squeezing the hand he was still holding. “Is it too soon to say that I love you? Because I love you.” You laughed, nuzzling a bit closer. “I love you too, Jes.”
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Sex w/ Ayato NSFW
Y'all, fr tho, he lives in my head rent free, I simp for this man
WARNING: Dirty talk, mild degradation, brat/brat taming, choking
You hadn’t even remembered what you said, just that he didn’t like it. Driving him crazy was one of your favorite past times. Before you knew it his hand was around your neck and your back was against the wall of the empty building. “Shut up,” he growled. “Ooooh, do you want to do all the talking then?” you bated. You should have known to stop there, “why don’t you tell me how much you want me.” You batted your eyelashes up at him. His nails were making half moons in the soft of your neck. “You don’t even know what you’re asking for,” he growled playfully. You whimpered, feeling your underwear dampen. Ayato, he would never understand what he did to you or why it made him so fun to annoy. You were waiting for him to let you go and walk away, as usual, grumbling about how Aogiri had gone down hill since you joined. This constant teasing you did to him drove him crazy: bending down to pick things up that you…erm… “dropped”, spilling water all over your white top causing it to be see through, brushing your hand against his when passing by him and pretending it was an accident. But it was the suggestive jokes that got him the most rilled up, especially if they were said in front of others. His face would get all flushed and he would become dead silent, as he had just a few moments agao. He’d simply got up to leave but you’d followed him, pushing him to see how much more he could take, which was not much.
His fingers tightened around your throat. It was getting unbearable how much you wanted him, but you knew he’d never look at you that way. You were starting to get worried because he wasn’t letting go of you. He leaned in close to your ear, “did you think I was just gonna let you go without giving you what you want?” His grip lessened on your throat, “huh?” you breathed. Was he really….? Did he actually… like playing this game too? His smile and the glint in his eye certainly seemed to be saying that he never wanted to stop playing this game. His fingers stroked along the soft flesh of your neck while his other hand found your hip and pressed it back into the wall. He feigned pity, “Is my holding you here making you wet?” he asked as he pulled up your dress. His fingers toyed with the band of your thong. A sly smile crossed your face, “I don’t know, is your holding me here making you hard?” He took his hand away from your panties, you whined in protest. Ayato grabbed your jaw in his fist, causing you to giggle in delight. “You’re such a fucking brat,” he growled at you. You took his thumb, that was digging into your cheek, into your mouth and began to suck. He rolled his eyes back in his head and groaned. You released his thumb and looked up at him with big doe eyes. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you liked… taming me.” In a single move, the front of your body was now pressed against the exposed brick and his hands were roaming over your ass. “And if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you liked being thrown around…” He raised his hand and brought it down on your ass with every word, “like - a - dirty - little - slut.” You moaned at the sting that cascaded over your ass. His fingers began to toy with you through your panties. With his wonderfully rough treatment of you, you were sure that your panties were soaked. “Bad girl, you aren’t supposed to like your punishment,” he crooned. Ayato pushed your panties to the side and plunged two fingers deep into your core, stroking along your walls. His pace was relentlessly slow. “Fuck, you’re so wet, and all for me,” he said. You sighed and tried to push your hips back against his hand, “all for you, Ayato.” He pulled his fingers out and flipped you to where you were facing him again. “Say my name again,” he commanded but this time he was smiling, even if it was a wry smile. “Ayato,” you whispered. “Good girl,” he praised as he slowly unbuttoned his pants and sunk his dick deep inside you.
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Kagome needs to go
The way Yuki and Suki saw it, this Kagome woman needed to go.
From the first day she came, they knew she was trouble. They had been playing a perfectly fun game of ‘who can annoy uncle the most’ (It was always Suki), when he suddenly stood up, passing them off to Shippo with a distant look in his eyes. Uncle was fast, there was no question about that, but unless there was a reason for him to be on high alert, he was downright lethargic. Still, Uncle Inuyasha needing space wasn’t anything new, so it wasn’t terribly worrisome that he took off at high speed; It did, however, raise a few red flags when Shippo shook them off and headed in the dog demons direction, screaming “it’s her! She’s back!”
Mama and papa had scooped them up in a hurry, scurrying towards the old well. Suki was worried, pouting like she always did, but Yuki, being the older of the two, knew something exciting and out of the ordinary was about to happen.
And then they saw it.
Uncle pulled a girl- an actual, live girl!- out from the well. They looked half-frozen, the pair not moving until Mama let out a noise, halfway between a gasp and a sob, and picked up her pace. She was wearing the strangest cloth, shorter than anything they had seen. Uncle Inuyasha held onto her, refusing to let her hand go- he looked almost scared, if such a thing were possible. Yuki wished he would move her aside so that way he could pull out some other sort of treasure. If he could pull out an entire person, what other wonders could the well produce? What was going to come out of the magic well next?!
The girls were sorely disappointed to find that uncle did not pull out a new doll for them, or cloth or even a sweet. He didn’t even try! He was too busy looking at Kagome to even see if they could even get a treat; its like his eyes are glued to the strange woman! Even when they tugged on his fire rat asking him to play tag or throw them high into the air, but he quickly dismissed them a promise to play another time. The whole night it was as if they were forgotten. Suki wanted Shippo to play hide and seek, but he sternly told them no; Stranger still, their big cousin Shippo who was so mature and ‘too big for baby games’ was cuddling up with this stranger, right in her lap! Mama and papa were so caught up in her stories and crying and laughing that they had no time to play. When they descended on uncle, full of energy and bored to death, he had very little patience for them. The hanyou, who normally let them do as they pleased was far too wrapped up in Kagome. Yuki had wanted to climb up him, to perch on his shoulders and pet his ears- something she had done a million times! So what if she had kicked that lady in the head in the process? Uncle never complained about them being too rough before. But one little kick and suddenly Uncle Inuyasha was angry? He picked her up and set her down, giving her a stern look and a warning never to do that again.
The rest of the night hadn’t proved any better, and by the time it was dark and sleep was sure to come, they were both glad to be done with the day and put this Kagome business behind them.
~.~
Uncle wasn’t mean, never scary. At least not to them.
They had heard stories, of course, about what a fearsome warrior he was; how he and papa had defeated the greatest evil the world had known. They had seen the power of his sword when he cleared the land for the construction of new homes. It was hard to imagine their uncle as the dangerous demon from the stories when he was more of a puppy than anything.
But when Yuki had asked when Kagome was going back down the well after an exasperated day of everyone fawning over Kagome, the look on his face made her think differently.
~.~
Over the next few weeks Yuki and suki began to see sides of him they hadn’t before. Uncle had always let them tag along, let them go where ever he did if they wanted- but now they had to stay at home, tethered to mama and papa.
“Uncle needs space.” Mama said. “Kagome has been gone a long time and they need to be alone together.”
“But why?” Suki had asked.
“They have a lot of catching up to do.” Papa has explained. “You girls need to let them be. Uncle is going to be upset if you bother them.”
Uncle had never minded them hanging around; and with the new baby, they were even more anxious to head towards his house and ask him to go for a run or to catch fish together. But when they arrived, they could hear Uncles voice, different from anytime they had heard to before, deep and serious in a concerning way.
“Woman, you’re driving me crazy.”
He said it himself! Kagome was no good, and making him nuts. If this woman wasn’t here, he wouldn’t be that way. They could play together again, and Mama wouldn’t spend all her time teaching Kagome how to cook (seriously, who doesn’t know how to make rice? Even they knew how to do it!).
Yuki had wanted to stay, to tell Kagome it was time to back to where ever she came from, but Suki had another idea, and with the way Uncle sounded, it was better to leave them be.
Besides, the two of them had work to do.
~.~
It had been nearly two weeks since Kagome had emerged from the well and their lives had been turned upside down; two weeks of that woman constantly barging into their home, borrowing Mama’s clothes or talking about seals and spells with Papa. Two weeks since Uncle had turned into a different person- maybe that’s why Kagome was so interested in Papas work- maybe she really was a witch!
She had seemed overjoyed when they asked her to go for a walk, complaining of being cramped in the house. She had practically jumped for joy when they turned to her, batting their eyelashes and smiling excitedly. They left swiftly after that, Kagome letting them lead the way to the ‘special spot’ they wanted to show her.
They had to give it to her, the woman knew how to talk; she was cheerful and chatty, asking questions about them they naturally wanted to answer.
When they came to the well, Yuki ran ahead, instructing Kagome to keep up. Suki fell behind a pace, and when Kagome came towards the wooden well, Sukis small hand reached out to push her down.
She had tried, but she had failed.
Kagome was sturdier than she looked.
“Were you trying to push me in?” She demanded, a deep wrinkle in her forehead making her look more fearsome.
Suki tried to hold her ground, bottom lip quivering even if her voice was steady. “Yes. You need to go back in!” She cried, gripping Yuki’s hand for support.
“Go back in?” Kagome echoed. “W- why?!” If Yuki had known better, she would have thought that she sounded hurt.
“Everything’s different since you came here!” Yuki said, stomping her foot for good measure. “I want things to go back to the way they were before!” She hadn’t meant to cry, but she couldn’t help the hot tears that sprang out as she fell to the ground, bringing her sister down with her. “It’s not …Not fair.” Yuki said between sniffles.
At this, her face softened as she slumped down to the ground. “I think I understand.” She leaned her head back against the old wooden well. “I felt like that a few times in my life.”
Suki sniffed, looking up at her with critical eyes. “Y-You did?”
“Oh yeah, of course.” Kagome said, waiving off her concern. “When I first came here and met Inuyasha, he was really stubborn- even more than he is now. I wanted to go back home and go back to my normal life.”
“That’s not the same.” Yuki said crossly.
“No,” she admitted, “But I did want to push him down a well.” When her joke didn’t get the reaction she hoped for, she looked up towards the sky and smiled, but somehow still looked sad.
“When my brother Souta was born it was a nightmare for me. I was an only child and suddenly everything was about him. I probably made a few comments about sending him back too.”
“What did you do?” Yuki asked, still skeptical.
“I tried to get along.” She shrugged. “What else could I do? And after a while I really liked being a big sister, even if he could be a pain at times. I really… really do miss him.”
“Then why don’t you go back?” Suki asked.
“Because I love Inuyasha.” She answered simply. “This is where I belong. And besides, your Mama and Papa are my family too. I hope someday, you’ll think of me as family.”
She smiled, and it was hard to resist someone so earnest.
“Will you play with us?” Yuki asked, still the hint of stubbornness in her voice that was all her mothers.
“Of course!” Kagome brightened.
“And you’ll make Uncle stop being so grumpy?” Suki crossed her arms now, angry at Inuyasha. “He never wants to play anymore and never takes us for runs.”
“I can try.” Kagome laughed, “But I wouldn’t worry too much, Inuyasha was planning on asking you two to go fishing later today.”
“Really?” They asked in unison, eyes large and hopeful.
“Really.” She smiled. “He misses you too.”
Yuki stood up, full of energy. “We better go then!” She said, reaching out her hand. Without a word, Suki followed, her small hand extended.
They walked back home, hand in hand.
Maybe Kagome wasn’t so bad.
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If it’s you
Zatanna x Green lantern
I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS, THEY BELONG TO DCSHG
Seriously?
Part 1
“Seriously! How does Jessica not know?" Zee paced around Karen's room back and forth.
"Um.. maybe you should give bigger hints?" Karen played with her hair, Zee always made Karen nervous whenever she paced around like this.
"Bigger hints? Bigger hints! I've been giving these "hints" since the day we met Karen! She's just so..so!! What is she?"
"Oblivious?"
"Exactly! Like how can she not be getting these humongous hints?" Zee places her hands on her hips and waited for an answer from her best friend.
"Well.. what kind of hints have you been giving her Zee?"
"Well.."
[FLASHBACK]
"Hey Jess, I'm so glad you decided to join me for some morning coffee" Zee welcomed as Jessica sat in front of her at their favorite place, Sweet Justice.
"Of course! Sooo, what's the occasion?" Jessica sipped her iced coffee as she raised a brow to her friend.
"Wha- I can't just have a nice time with one of my..very special friends?" Zee ran her fingers along Jessica's tanned arm.
"Mmhhmm, Zo I know you, do you need a favor or something? Because I am more than willing to help a friend in need, and you know that" Jessica insisted completely not noticing Zee's actions.
"Well... maybe you can help me out personally?" Zee teases as she inches closer to her friends face.
"Your period?"
Zee completely stopped moving. "What? No"
"You're pregnant?!" Jessica gasped and pulled Zee for a very close hug causing for items to fall off the table, causing VERY loud noises.
"WHAT? No I'm not preg-!"
"Ooooohhh Zo, I'm so happy for you! Wait a minute? Who's the father?" Jessica asked aloud which grabbed people's attention in the room.
"Jessica!" Zee blurted out, "I'm not pregnant!" Zee grabbed a hold of Jessica's face to make her stop moving around so much.
"Oh" Jessica scoffed "I knew that, I was just making sure you knew I was umm..joking" The girls both sat back down and brushed themselves off, both blushing from the very loud commotion they caused.
"Sooo, what was your favor?" Jessica slurped her drink as it ran down her lips.
Zee's eyes trailed where the liquid flowed down closer to Jessica's chest. Zo, being a neat freak got a little irritated and grabbed a napkin and wiped her face. The two girls stared into each other's eyes for awhile, as Zatara slowly inches closer to Jess, closing her eyes.
"Zee?" Jessica's face twisted with confusion, "What are you doing?"
Zee's lips puckered up and her eyes widened, "Oh! Uhh, there was an..eyelash right there" Zee blew Jessica's face, making Jessica flinch. "Heh.. got it" Zee sat back down in her chair with her face completely flushed.
"So...school?"
[PRESENT TIME]
"Wow" Karen huffed, "That was rough to listen to". Karen put a hand over her chest.
"Imagine being there! I've completely lost my game Karen! W-what should I do?"
"Don't worry, I can just call Kara for some good girl advice, since yanno she's well umm..experienced" Karen went picked up her phone when suddenly..
"NO!" Zee slapped the phone out of her hand.
"Zee! What the heck?!"
"Sorry! Sorry, I'm sorry I just- you can't tell Kara! Or any of the girls in fact" Zee picked up Karen's phone and handed it to her.
"And why not? These are our friends they'll understand" Karen comforted her friend.
"Just- not yet. Please, I need you! You're the only one I've told about this! It's you, you gotta help me! Tell me what to do!" Zee felt like she was spiraling.
Karen very softly slapped Zee's face. It felt like so soft, was that even a slap? Which shocked the both of them.
"What the hell was that?"
"A slap, to show you to snap out of it! You are not acting like yourself!" Karen shook Zee back and forth.
"Okay okay!" Zee inhaled sharply and exhaled, "what should I do?"
"I don't know"
"Karennnn" Zee moaned, "come on help me out here!"
"Alright alright, you're feminine right?"
"Do you even need to ask?" Zee flipped her hair perfectly.
"So use that! Use your feminine charms to woo her!"
"Weren't you listening to my story? She's oblivious to anything I hint at!" Zee complained as she laid on Karen's bed.
"Be even bolder, give her little kisses or hold her hand. You're Zee Zatara for gods sake!"
"You're right! I've got this!"
[LINEBREAK]
"I don't got this" Zee whispered. As Karen and her walked together to Sweet justice.
"Don't back down now Zo!" Karen hushed to her friend, "you got this in the bag!". Karen nudged her best friend. Zee smiled and nodded as they arrived at the destination.
"There you guys are! Come on sit!" Jessica waved her friends over. Zee gulped and Karen softly pushed Zee towards their reserved booth.
All the girls ordered their food and talked about their recent events that occurred to them all. They laughed, all having a good time. When Karen cleared her throat, pointing her head towards Jessica's direction. Zee nodded.
"Sooo" Zee cleared her throat, "Does anyone have a special someone on their mind?" Zee smirked as she looked at all her friends.
Each of the girls giggled at each other, all except Kara. Who was currently devouring her meal, which got everyone's attention.
"What?" Kara said as she had food hanging off her mouth. Zee cringed and have her a napkin, for being the neat freak she was.
"Must you be so crude" Zee muttered as she crossed her arms which made Kara scowl at her feminine friend.
"Kara, do you encounter romantic feelings for a decent human being as well?" Diana clasped her hands together hopefully getting a very romantic answer.
"Eh" Kara said as she wiped her dirty face, "I'm not really crushing on anyone right now, I'm feeling myself yanno?" Kara gave her knowing grin and crossed her arms.
"Booorrrinnggg! Anyways, Diana whose yours?" Barbara asked as she batted her eyelashes at her warrior friend.
"Oh heh well.." Diana started while a certain friend cut her off.
"Oh please! It's obviously that Steve guy" Kara interrupted as she ate a cherry off her ice cream she ordered.
"While he is very cute.. I have another that makes me feel the same way in fact" Diana corrected.
This caught all of their friends attention. "Who?!" They all asked at the same time.
"Is it Kara?!" Karen blurted out which made everyone turn their attention to little bumble bee, "What? They'd be cute together" Karen's voice slowly went quiet as she spoke.
"She can't date one of us, that'd be weird! Silly bee!" Jessica laughed as she rumbled her friends hair.
"Haha yeah weird.." Zee drank her kiwi boba drink as she slowly sank in her seat. Losing all of her confidence to make a move at all.
Karen saw her friend deflate which made Karen regret what she said.
"So who is it?" Barbara asked, "I'm dying to know!!"
Diana inhaled "Tatsu." She stated, closing her eyes. After a couple of seconds of silence she poked her one eye open to see their reactions. She opened her eyes to see them smile that reaches so high it was concerning. They all squealed and squeezed their taller friend. "Soooo cute!!!" They all cried out in unison which gained a giggle from them all.
"I knew you girls had a spark, just never knew it was legit!" Kara slammed her fists on the table, "you gotta ask her out!".
"What? Why?" Diana questioned as she was getting pushed out of Sweet justice by all her friends. "You're made for each other!" As their friends echoed throughout the street into Jessica's van and drove to Tatsu's house. All except one.
Zee stared at her drink as tears formed and slowly fell onto the table. She put her drink aside and wept into her arms. Barry caught sight of this and sighed. He walked over and sat with her, patting her shoulders. Zee gasped and wiped her eyes, which smeared her makeup but she didn't care right now.I
"S-sorry, I'll pay and take off, you don't wanna see a mess like me right now" Zee sniffed and reached for her bag, when a hand stopped hers, "Barry?"
"It's okay, this ones on the house" He smiled and nodded his head.
"Wow thank you. I'm sorry you had to see me like this" Zee apologized hanging her head low.
"Hey, it's okay. We're friends right?"
"Of course, why would you ask that?" She was really confused now.
"Because when a friend is in need, you help them. It's what heroes do" The two exchanged a hearty laugh.
"Thanks Barry"
"Of course, now what's wrong?"
Zee sighed, "I have a crush."
Barry tilted his head "Uhh I'm not following, what's wrong with that?"
"Oh nothing, except I have a crush on one of my best friends!"
"Karen?"
"What? No. She's my best best friend, I feel no romantic feelings towards her. I see her as a sister more than a lover" Zee waved off that thought.
"Then who?"
Zee sighed once more, "Its Jessica.."
Barry's eyes widened, "Oh wow, I wouldn't have seen that"
"Really? Is it that weird? Is it weird to feel this way about a friend? A really close friend?" Zee asked squeezing Barry's hands in anticipation.
"Of course not, it's completely okay to feel this way! Trust me"
Zee examined her speedy friend, "It seems like you know what you're talking about, who's the girl?"
Barry sighed, how was she so good at reading people? "It's...Barbara" Barry scratched his head in embarrassment, his face heating up.
"I knew it! You two would be so perfect for each other!" Zee gushed.
"You think so? I don't even know if she likes me though, how can you be so sure?" Barry asked getting anxious for the answer.
"Of course she does, look at the way she talks to you and interacts with you, those are some obvious hints right there Barry!" Zee, the love guru.
"Wow! This is great! You know what, maybe I will tell her how I feel!" Barry stood up from the booth they sat at.
"Yes! Go for it Barry! Tap that ass!" Zee gave a huge whoop and slapped her friends butt.
"Zee!" Barry blushed and laughed at her flirty friend, "where is she anyways?"
"She should be at Tatsu's house with all the girls" Zee remembered.
"Right, yanno... you should tap Jessica's too" Barry smirked as he ran out the door, already checking out of work.
Zee blushed at what her friend said, "One day, but for now...I can't" Zee picked up her purse and headed out the door, she does have school tomorrow after all.
#dcshg 2019#dc superhero girls 2019#zee zatara#jessica cruz#zatanna#green lantern#otp#fanfiction#lesbian
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Fake Boyfriend - Babe Heffron
On the eighth day of Christmas . . .
Pairing: Babe Heffron x Reader
Word Count: 1,808
Synopsis: What the title says. Babe poses as the reader’s fake boyfriend for Christmas.
“You look glum,” Babe said, sliding into the chair next to yours at your favorite bar in Philly. You sighed, taking another drink of your beer.
“I’ve been better, Babe.”
“Hey, it’s almost Christmas, what could be so bad?”
“The fact that it’s almost Christmas and I’m still single.” Babe frowned, nodding at the bartender as he slid him his usual.
“Come on, you haven’t been home that long, I’m sure you’ll find someone-”
“I don’t care,” you said, waving your hand flippantly, “It’s my parents. Every fucking day they call and ask if I’m ready to settle down.”
“Are you?”
“I haven’t found anyone I’d like to settle with, so no, not yet.” Babe nodded, sipping his beer. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Your ma still wondering when you’re going to settle down?”
“Yes. But she’s less pushy than your mom.” You groaned, leaning your head against his shoulder.
“Oh, Babe, can I come to your house for Christmas?”
“Only if you want to drive down to Florida with my mother and sisters.”
“She’s going to Florida?”
“Left an hour ago.”
“So you don’t have any plans for Christmas?” you asked, picking up your head, hatching an idea.
“Nope.”
“That’s great.”
“Gee, what did I do to you?” You slapped his arm softly, smiling.
“No, this is great, Babe, because you can come home with me for Christmas. You can be my fake boyfriend.”
“Y/N, that sounds pretty risky.”
“It’ll be perfect. We already know a lot about each other, you’re alone this Christmas, and I am desperate,” you said, clutching his shirt. Babe laughed, pulling away from you.
“How long?”
“One weekend. My parents have a cottage up in the woods.”
“Just your parents?”
“My parents and my sister and her husband and kids.”
“How many?”
“Three.” Babe sighed, looking at himself in the mirror behind the bar.
“Fine.”
“Really?” you asked excitedly. He nodded as you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly. “Oh, you are the best friend, ever! Thank you! Thank you!”
“Ready?” you asked, climbing into Babe’s car after securing your presents in the trunk. He smiled at you, nodding. “Thank you again, so much. I owe you a million presents.”
“Hey, if your mom is as good of a cook as you say, you don’t owe me anything.” You smiled as he started the car, driving you deeper and deeper into the woods. Within an hour, after singing along to Christmas music the entire drive, you arrived at your parents’ cabin in the woods.
“Ready?” you asked again.
“Yes,” Babe said, climbing out of the car and grabbing your bags. “It’s gonna be fine,” he said, easing some of your nerves. You nodded as you walked up to the door with Babe in tow, knocking.
“Y/N!” your mother said immediately, throwing open the door. She embraced you and kissed your cheek a thousand times. “I’m so glad you’re here!”
“Me too,” you said, grabbing Babe’s hand to bring him into the house. “Mom, I want to introduce you to Babe.”
“Babe?” she said, looking in between you curiously.
“Sorry, ma’am, that’s an old nickname of mine, Edward Heffron,” he said, holding out his hand. Your mother beamed and you were suddenly very proud to have Babe as your friend and your fake boyfriend.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“The pleasure’s all mine, ma’am.” She looked over at you as Babe dragged in the rest of your bags and presents and nodded approvingly.
“Where do you want us, Mom?”
“There are twin beds set up in your old room,” she said, carrying the presents into the living room.
“Twin beds?”
“Are you married?” your mother called.
“No,” you said, laughing softly.
“Then twin beds. Go get ready for dinner!” You led Babe up the stairs and dropped your bags down on the bed.
“How am I doing?”
“Amazing,” you said, touching his arm gently. “Thank you.”
“No problem. Now I’ve just got to meet your dad and sister and brother and-”
“Aunt Y/N!” The door burst open and your two nieces and nephew came running in. They tackled you onto the bed, all three of them hugging you.
“Hi, hi! Okay, get off!” They began tickling you, and you struggled to get away from them, falling off the bed. “Ouch.” Babe came over to help you stand, and you smiled your thanks to him.
“Who’s this?” your oldest niece asked, batting her eyelashes.
“This is Bab- Edward,” you said, stumbling awkwardly over your words. “My boyfriend.” They all laughed as they looked Babe up and down, making you both laugh.
“Mommy said you were going to be single forever.” Babe let out a ‘ha!’and you pinched his side.
“Well, I’m not. Where is Mommy?” you asked.
“Downstairs.”
“Why don’t you go find her?” They took the hint and ran back down the stairs. You looked over at Babe who was holding back a smile. “Don’t say it.”
“What? I think they’re cute. And you’re not going to be single forever.” You smiled as you opened the door to the bathroom.
“Well, thank you. I’m going to get changed for dinner.”
After dinner, you were all sitting around the fire, drinking hot chocolate. Babe had nailed dinner. He talked business with your father and brother in law, told stories that made your nieces and nephews giggle, and helped you and your mother and sister clean up after dinner.
You were sharing a loveseat next to the fire, watching Babe do a card trick for you, and failing horribly. You started making fun of him pretty heavily, making him play wrestle with you.
“Alright, kiddos,” your dad said, strolling back into the room. “Santa comes early tomorrow, so we all better get to sleep.” The little kids squealed excitedly and ran down the hall to their bedrooms. “You too, big kiddos.”
“Oh, Y/N,” your sister said, pulling you away from Babe as the four of you walked upstairs. “I left you a surprise in your room.”
“What?”
“You’ll have to find out,” she said, taking her husband’s hand and walking into their bedroom.
“Y/N?” You followed Babe’s voice into your bedroom and saw the surprise your sister had left for you. She shoved the two twin beds together.
“My sister said she had a surprise.”
“What do we do?”
“What do you mean?”
“If we push them apart, they’ll know something is up. And if we don’t . . .” he trailed off, blushing slightly.
“It’s just sleeping, Babe,” you said, pulling back the sheets on your bed. He laughed and pulled back the sheets on his side. You both crawled in before realizing you were still wearing your clothes.
“We should relax,” you said, laughing.
“Sleep will help.” After changing into your pajamas, you got back in bed and looked at each other.
“Thank you.”
“You don’t have to keep thanking me.” You shrugged as you shut your eyes. You reached out a hand to Babe and squeezed his. “Also, I don’t care what your family says, you’re not going to be single forever.”
You woke up the next morning, snuggled up into Babe’s arms. You weren’t even thinking about the fact that you were a fake couple because it felt so natural. You were about to fall back asleep when your mother’s voice woke you up.
“Y/N Y/M/N L/N!” You both shot out of bed, seeing your mother standing in the doorway. “What did I say about sharing a bed?”
“Sorry,” you said, crawling out as Babe still sat there in a sleepy daze.
“Wait until I tell your father!” She stormed down the hall as you cringed. Babe smirked, shaking his head.
“Oh, I’m so dead.”
“Merry Christmas,” Babe said.
“Merry Christmas,” you groaned.
After changing and getting chewed out by your mother, the two of you made your way downstairs. Your nieces were thrilled with their new dolls, and your nephew was setting up a train track around the tree.
“Aunt Y/N! Look!” You got down on the floor with your nieces, helping them style their dolls’ hair. After playing for a while, your mother started handing out presents. Your parents got you a watch, your sister got you a new sweater. As the present opening was coming to a close, your mother turned to Babe.
“What did you get Y/N, Edward?” You snorted at the sound of his God-given name.
“Oh, Mom, we were gonna exchange at home-”
“Don’t worry, I still brought your gift,” Babe said. You titled your head at him, not sure what he was talking about. He held out his hand and brought you up off the floor to sit next to him. “Hey, Margo, can you hand me that blue present there?” he asked your niece. She grabbed it and tossed it to Babe.
“What is this?”
“You’ll just have to open it, won’t you?” You smiled as you ripped open the package and found a jewelry box inside. You looked up at Babe before opening the box to reveal a gold chain necklace with an emerald stone.
“Babe.”
“Oh my!” your mother said, touching her heart.
“I can’t believe you did this.” Babe smiled, taking the necklace from you. He leaned in close to clasp it around your neck. “Thank you so much.” You hugged him tightly before pulling away, feeling awkward about your entire family watching.
“Oh come on, Y/N, that deserves a kiss.”
“Mom!”
“Come on! Kiss him.” Before your family could break out into a chant you leaned in to kiss Babe. You had known him for years now and never thought about kissing him. Sitting here, your lips entwined, you knew you seriously overlooked him.
“Merry Christmas,” Babe said when you pulled away.
“Merry Christmas,” you said, touching his cheek softly.
On the drive home from the cabin, you and Babe barely spoke. Your parents told you both that next year you two would return as a married couple. You tried to joke it off, but there was a definitely different mood between the two of you.
“Babe,” you said, about an hour down the road.
“Hmm?”
“I’m sorry my parents were so-”
“No, no, they were great.”
“I’m sorry I kissed you.” He snorted, shaking his head. “What?”
“Don’t ever apologize for something like that.” You chewed your lip, looking out the window. “Should we talk about it?”
“About what?”
“The kiss.”
“Oh. Right.” You waited for another moment, wondering who should talk first.
“I thought it was pretty great.” You laughed, sinking deeper into your seat.
“Me too.”
“I know this was fake, but do you maybe, I don’t know, want to-”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Really.” Babe smiled as you took his hand, holding it on top of your knee.
“Y’know, I think this is one of the best Christmases I’ve ever had.”
“Me too.”
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i'm so glad your requests are open!!! could i please request “Friends can kiss each other a little from time to time, right?” for nct's mark?
a fairy king and an elven warrior walk into a nerd convention;
mark lee | “Friends can kiss each other a little from time to time, right?” cosplay!au. | 4.4k words. | fluff, humor, v awkward mark lee and v awkward u as well.
a/n: because I received this prompt a few times, I’m doing my best to change each one up somehow so here’s a lil cosplaying with markiepooh
“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” Donghyuck’s words comes through the phone after a cacophony of violent coughing and groaning, voice drenched in regret despite the strain to speak clearly at all, “I don’t think I can stand around a crowded con for hours in plastic armor today. I can barely walk to the bathroom without getting dizzy… I have to bow out.”
“W-What?” You really hate how distinctly sad your voice sounds even as you muster all your might to stay calm. You were supposed to march into that convention center today in five pounds of armor that you’d meticulously spray-painted and tweaked to look just like your character’s, your face caked in makeup to create that flawless elven look that only existed in the world of warrior elves and demon fey, and your suffocating wig trimmed and styled to defy gravity itself with Donghyuck at your side. You and Donghyuck were famous for cosplaying as the married brave warrior elf Greer and dark fairy king Egi (respectively) at many conventions across the country, spending months on top of months perfecting your costumes and winning contests for your spot on depictions of the characters, but now you were a Greer without an Egi, and you didn’t know if you could do this alone. “Donghyuck, we’re a team. We always cosplay together.”
You hear Donghyuck sigh and feel instantly terrible for making him feel bad when he’s already suffering so much. The stomach bug that came like a thief in the night took your poor best friend out before the morning of the con came, and you were left sitting dumbfounded on the edge of your bed, half a face of concealer and heavy, heavy contour having to take a backseat to the bad news. You had been in such a good mood today, too.
You’re about to reassure him that it’s alright, that you’ll clean up and stop by his place to check up on him later and, if he’s up for it, maybe even bring your laptop so the two of you can binge watch the new anime you’d both started together when Donghyuck cuts in suddenly, “I figured you’d say that, so I got to thinking… how would you feel if, say, someone else took my place?”
“Someone? Take your place? You sure whatever you caught isn’t invading your brain right about now?” Your nervous joke falls on deaf ears as Donghyuck’s wheels begin to turn.
“I’m serious. Have someone take my place as Egi at the con. Granted, you won’t find anyone with nearly as much charisma and personality as me but… it’s worth a shot, isn’t it?” “But who? People will know it isn’t you!” You honestly don’t mean to sound so indignant. Hell, you grimace right after complaining, but if there’s one thing you can’t warm up to, it’s the idea of a stranger taking Donghyuck’s place today.
You and Donghyuck had been doing this for years together, the two of you inseparable. Granted, there were times you did cosplay as other characters, but your interpretations of Greer and Egi were always top notch. Many a time would you find yourselves being praised on other cosplayers’ instagrams, people gushing about how realistically you both portray the characters compared to any other cosplayers they’d ever seen. You were a package duo always; anything that could disrupt the dynamic you both had was subject to distaste… until you were both two hours away from having to cancel a con you’d been promising your online following you’d be at for weeks. “I know people will know it isn’t me, but that’s not the point. It’s the characters that are the point. People are gonna be more focused on the costume than the person underneath anyway.”
“No, no… no. Do you remember all the different movie versions of Batman, Hyuck? Who plays the character matters.” Snorting, Donghyuck shifts the phone around while you whine. “This isn’t canon, edgelord. And it’s only for a few hours!”
The reminder of how long you’ll really be out there, half-heartedly cosplaying and meeting your followers only to have to inform them that no, that isn’t Donghyuck with you and yes, yes you are on the verge of an emotional breakdown because it feels all kinds of off looms over your head like a metaphorical storm cloud.
Maybe you were being dramatic?
…nah, not likely.
You’re so deep in your pity party that you just faintly pick up tapping on the other end of the phone, your attention quickly grabbed, “What’re you doing, Hyuck? What’s that sound?”
“I’m sending help your way, oh great warrior Greer. If you see a big dork in my outfit dawdling outside on your front porch in half an hour, don’t panic and let him in.” “But-” “(Y/N), you’ll be fine. And hey, he’s better than a total stranger.”
He? Donghyuck has already left the conversation by then, your next calls for clarification going straight to voicemail. Even your texts go read and ignored, the plotting little bastard. You had a plethora of cosplay friends but none of whom you could recall who were both not already cosplaying as someone else today and around Donghyuck’s size to wear his costume. For all you know, he could be sending someone like Jaemin or Jisung to your rescue.
Yours and Donghyuck’s cosplay life was no secret to your small group of high school friends, though it was fairly clear none of them were quite interested in it either. No one would bat an eyelash if you and Donghyuck had to cancel plans to go to the movies on the weekend because a con was coming up and the two of you wouldn’t miss it for the world. Aside from what you’d both upload on your instagrams, your friends didn’t delve too much into the world you two were enveloped in. In fact, the only one of them that actually did show interest was Mark.
Mark was the eldest of all your friends, sometimes out of place when he tried to act like it. Deep down he was just like all of you, just as confused about life as the rest of you. You would never go as far as to say he was a mature friend, far from it even, but he did always have such a calming aura about him that you didn’t often find in the rest of your group.
He was simple, sometimes incredibly naive, and easy to have fun with. He was also Donghyuck’s punching bag from time to time, but you’d seen the eldest snap back once in a while too. Where the others might tease you and Donghyuck about your cosplaying and be done with it, Mark would be attentive. He wouldn’t know the terms or the lingo but he’d always perk up when you’d mention how your outfit for (insert character he’s never heard of) was coming along, would even dare to ask you what it looks like so far. When you’d show him side by side pictures of the original and your creation, he’d always praise you on how identical they looked. Mark liked to see that spark in your eyes when you felt listened to by someone besides Donghyuck for once.
And maybe you liked Mark a bit. Maybe more than a bit.
Your crush was small, easy to hide and even easier to deny if the troublemakers of your group ever deigned to point out your lingering stares and unconscious smiles when Mark was in the midst of a story no one else was listening to. If it was that imperceptible, then you were confident Mark was none the wiser, and that’s all that mattered. God forbid you liked someone like Jaemin, what with his sixth sense being reading you like an open book.
You spend the next half hour in a fit of anxiety, forcing yourself to finish your makeup and getting dressed. Every moment you’re doing something repetitive, you find your thoughts drifting to who Donghyuck might have sent to go to the con with you. With each possible choice, your heart thumps louder in your chest. Who could he have possibly picked, and moreover, who would have even bothered to say yes to him?
You’re just about finished with setting on your wig when the doorbell rings, and you’re quick on your feet to go get it. Just as you get to the front door, you pause. You haven’t got the faintest idea what might be waiting for you on the other side of that door, of what might be lurking and deciding your fate for the rest of the day. You don’t know what you’re in for, and the only thing to do now is get it over with.
Tugging the door open tentatively, you’re met with the back of a head of shaggy chestnut hair haphazardly tucked into a bleach-blond braided wig. It’s clear that whoever Donghyuck had sent your way couldn’t have been able to get ready in half an hour on such short notice. They’re dressed in the armor that Donghyuck usually wears, and you can see the tiny details that had since been added to complete the look more. You’re unsure why they’re faced away from you, that is, until you hear a muttering voice saying “you can do this, you can do this” on repeat.
Your earlier anxiety is replaced with curiosity. You clear your throat to catch their attention and- oh.
With the makeup Donghyuck applied (heavy eyeliner, glimmering cheekbones doused in golden highlight, dramatic mascara), you almost don’t recognize Mark as Mark until his familiar voice reaches you, “H-Hyuck said you’d help with the wig…?”
“This place is so awesome- another Deadpool! That’s the third one we’ve seen since we got here!” You feel momentarily glad that a train of Spidermans (Spidermen?) haven’t come through yet because you’re fairly certain Mark would lose his absolute mind if they did. In fact, just as you think you’re in the clear, a cluster of them enter from one side of the con and you begin tugging Mark in the other direction before he can notice.
Honestly, showing Mark his first con is a bit like showing a baby their first “magic trick”; he’s all wide eyes and squealing, and while it’s freaking cute (I mean, how could anyone be that adorable while gushing over how realistic the fake blood looks on someone’s samurai sword?), you’re unfortunately in a perpetual state of worry, a feeling you haven’t felt since your first few conventions with Donghyuck. You worry that people will notice you, will want to take pictures of you, and you worry that those who recognize you will then recognize that the boy beside you is definitely not Donghyuck and be upset.
Mark had made it very clear on the ride to the con that he was more than happy to accompany you and take Donghyuck’s place, but he also placed great emphasis on the fact that he had absolutely no idea who he was dressed up as and would be more of a dead weight at your side than part of a complete pair. He’d stressed time and time again that he’d be willing to get on his bike and head home if you decided to go in alone, but by then you were receiving threatening texts from Donghyuck that promised more than just a royal smackdown if Mark turned up at his door before the day was over.
Why Donghyuck was so insistent on you attending the con with Mark was beyond you, but you very well couldn’t turn tail and run now.
The firecracker made an apologetic post before you arrived detailing the reasons he wouldn’t be attending, encouraging others to still seek you and your new “friend” out for pictures. He even asked to be tagged in them. It was almost like he was… no, that couldn’t be right, could it?
Whatever diabolical plan the kid had up his sleeve, you had other things to worry about.
“I know some of these characters,” Mark points out as you both stroll through the large room, completely tuned out to the shouted compliments he was receiving on his outfit, “maybe I should come to these things more often… but I don’t really have the talent to dress up like you and Hyuck.”
You just finish greeting a few people who recognize you when he says this. Glancing up at the boy, he doesn’t pay any mind with his arm hooked around your own, still surveying the room for things he’s familiar with.
“You don’t have to dress up to go to cons, Mark! They’re open to everyone.” You even point out a few people in jeans and tees, all having a fun enough time just being around people who like the same things they do, “It’s about having fun. Some people have fun in costumes, others not so much.”
“Well, yeah, but…” Mark trails off a little, making eye contact with you for a moment. You read him as being nervous, those gentle eyes not daring to look your way. You wonder if you’ve said something wrong. “…I don’t know. I wouldn’t mind going to something like this with you… and Hyuck too, of course… but I’d feel so out of place. You know? You guys go all out, like really all out.”
You aren’t able to ask him to elaborate on his thoughts because a pair of girls rush up to you immediately upon spotting you, calling your name with a mix of excitement and nerves. You shoot Mark an apologetic look for leaving him hanging and quickly greet the girls, the both of them asking if it’s alright to take photos. You grant them the permission, doing your character’s signature poses and even doing some silly selfies with the girls just for fun. Your nervousness of not having Donghyuck there is starting to melt away a bit, but leaving Mark all alone nudges at the back of your mind while you have all the fun.
You’re sending the girls off finally when you turn to find Mark standing like a deer in headlights, more than a few people standing around him and applauding his outfit. Some mention how he looks so much like Egi, others saying how he plays the stoic king perfectly. You’re glad they can’t tell because Mark is having a brain fart over what to say or do without you present and it’s really kinda cute.
You sidle up to the boy and he immediately slackens his tense shoulders when you start to speak, “Our friend made the outfit!”
One guy in leather pants and and slicked back hair is really impressed, shifting to the side while a greatsword hangs off his shoulder lazily, “That’s so cool. Can we get a pic of you two?”
Your knee jerk reaction is to say yes; you’re always proud to take photos in your costumes. After all, you put so much work into them. However, you quickly remember that this isn’t just you and Donghyuck right now, con veterans who get their pictures taken at every con like usual. Mark is new to this and has already voiced his uncertainty with “playing” the role of Egi.
Readying yourself to turn them down, you’re surprised when Mark suddenly chirps in instead with a “Sure!”
There’s a shaky smile on his face, the nerves very clear in his eyes but he does his damn best to hide it when you give him a concerned look. You ask him with your eyes if it’s really okay, and his answer is an almost too-tight grip on your waist with one hand while the other rises to make a peace sign. You and the others know that his character would never make such a gesture, but the entire group bursts into giggles at it anyway. They snap pics of you in a few more silly than serious poses and are on their way, thanking you for your time and disappearing to find the next cosplayer to talk to.
Mark doesn’t remember to release your side, his smile bordering on beaming, “That was actually really fun!”
How the mousy boy has suddenly found all the confidence in the world isn’t totally beyond you. You remember your first times cosplaying in public and being approached by so many kind people boosting your self-esteem that it made your nerves turn to mush and your excitement skyrocket. Even though Mark is red from his neck to his ears, he’s also grinning like an absolute fool. You can’t help but return the same enthusiasm, “Wanna walk around some more?”
He nods vigorously, tugging you along and bursting with questions about Egi all of a sudden (”How long has he been king? He’s in love with Greer, right? How did they fall in love?”). In between canon and non-canon explanations for it all, you get stopped by all kinds of people. You’re starting to lose count of the amount of pictures you’ve had taken, and Mark is so much more relaxed than when he first came in. You almost forget you’re not with Donghyuck… keyword: almost.
“Do you mind reenacting the kiss from season 3, episode 12? I always thought the kisses you and Donghyuck shared were so cute, but I haven’t seen you do this one yet!”
You’re aware that Mark is looking at you, but you’re frozen still. You had an inkling that you’d forgotten to tell him something important while showing Mark the pictures of you and Donghyuck cosplaying as Greer and Egi. Of course, the one thing you’d forget in your haste to get Mark all caught up on what he’d have to do was the one thing that actually mattered.
Every kiss you shared with Donghyuck was always innocent in nature and intention; never had you indulged in the fact that you and Donghyuck had lip-locked on more than one occasion all for the sake of the cosplay and staying in character. Silly kisses and reenactments for fans and photoshoots was all that it was, and at the end of the day, it meant nothing. Tons of cosplayers did the same all the time!
But, knowing that the others still followed your cosplay accounts to be the good friends that they were, neither you nor Donghyuck would ever post those kinds of pictures on your accounts. Ever. Which is why, when showing Mark your collection of photoshoots and the like, you had completely forgotten that some fans would ask for a quick kiss or two.
The fan’s smile seems to fall the longer it takes you to answer and she hastens to fix the atmosphere, “I-I’m sorry! I realized you’re with someone else this time but I still wanted to ask… I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you or anything.”
Desperately, you want to tell her you’re not offended at all. That it’s not her fault. That if you had remembered this tiny detail about your cosplaying (in your defense, it was always such a nonchalant part of the entire cosplay that you didn’t find the need in making a big deal about it anyway) and warned Mark about it or even let Mark go back home in favor of attending by yourself, you wouldn’t be stuck here gaping at her like a blowfish at the very thought of kissing Mark Lee, your Mark Lee, your crush-who-doesn’t-know-he’s-a-crush-and-neither-does-anyone-else-but-goddamn-Donghyuck crush. Well, at least the thought of doing so in a situation where the opportunity is actually there and not just a daydream of yours again.
The words refuse to leave your lips and now it’s just getting awkward. Are you sweating? You’re pretty sure you’re going to perspire right through the pound of makeup it took to give yourself Greer’s battle scars and shining skin.
“…episode 12, you said?” You hear Mark ask. You make out the fan showing him her phone with a picture of said kiss. You probably also remember watching that episode and fawning over it with Donghyuck over text when it first aired but now the entire thing is lost on you.
Next thing you know, Mark is carefully turning you around by a hold on your hips and you’re completely pliant as he does. A few people are standing around now, looking on, and is he…?
“Is this okay?” Mark asks, setting one hand on the back of your neck while his free arm hooks you around the middle loosely. He’s in position, but he isn’t putting in the work until you answer.
It’s okay, you find yourself thinking instead of actually saying, this is so okay. I also might have a stroke if you really put your mouth on mine so I hope that’s okay too.
In that moment, you’re absolutely certain that this was on Donghyuck’s mind since this morning. You know that he was prepared for it, picking Mark for more than just being available. No, you know he picked Mark because he knows you like him, and he knows you wouldn’t tell him that you and Donghyuck kiss in costume sometimes for people because you’d forget under the pressure of being alone with Mark like that and you wouldn’t have the heart to send him home when he was so excited to go with you, would you?
Damn you, Lee Donghyuck. Damn you for helping fulfill even the nerdiest of my fantasies and damn you Mark Lee for playing along without a worry in the world (and for looking so… kissable).
You give him the go ahead, a small nod and a fluttering of eyelashes. The arm around your middle tightens and wakes you from your dazed state just in time to feel the absolute wave that washes over you when Mark Lee kisses you. You’ve forgotten how to breathe, you think. Maybe it’s because Mark is taking all of the air when his lips meet yours and he kisses you like he was the one who’d rewatched that stupid kissing scene over and over. You aren’t deaf to the hoots and hollers of the crowd; no, you never kissed Donghyuck like this and anyone who’s ever seen you cosplay with him would know that well. But even if you and Mark are total strangers to this crowd, everyone who stopped to watch is cheering you on like you’d just slain the dragon and won the heart of the handsome fairy king like all those heroes in the cheesy fantasies.
Mark pulls back, still holding you to his armored chest, but it’s only then you realize that the things are super huge and really in the way when he’s not kissing you anymore. Despite his feigned-cool expression, he’s totally shy and redder than ever. He turns to the fan who is covering her mouth in surprise, “Was… that okay?”
“More than okay…” She breathes, and then sends a flurry of thank you’s your way and promises to tag you in the photos later. Somewhere in the midst of your after-kiss shock, Mark had given her his handle and she’d been on her way. The crowd of people watching began to disperse, though a few hung around to ask for pictures as well, politely waiting for the stars in your eyes to disappear. You really couldn’t focus on much when your lips still tingled the way they did.
Mark starts to get concerned when you continue to stare at him like he’s grown two heads, “Hey, are you alright? I’m sorry for how forward that kiss was but… I uh…” The poor boy begins to forget how to speak halfway through, glimmers of the Mark you know and love coming through, “Well, you know. Sorry.”
He looks away from you, absolutely shameful. “Why?”
He looks up again, lips parted, “Oh… because I kissed you like that.”
“But I wanted you to,” you say softly, hands furiously wringing each other out behind your back, “and… I wouldn’t have given you the go ahead if I didn’t.”
This was starting to sound a lot like a confession.
Mark studies you as you study him, the world around you practically nonexistent otherwise. Licking his lips, your eyes immediately follow the movement and you start to really miss them on yours. “I see.” He answers simply, at a loss. “Well, did you… like it?”
You nod, forcing yourself to look in his eyes for this part. Your mouth is moving on its own accord even as every cell in your body feels like it’s on fire. “Hyuck doesn’t quite kiss like that.”
Mark’s eyes widen at the sudden mention of Donghyuck, “Oh, um, that’s- that’s good. I mean not good! Interesting, I meant interesting. God, um… I’m still trying to figure out how to deal with the fact that I just… did that to you. You’re my friend! Though, friends can kiss each other from time to time, right? I mean, I like you too so there’s that but- I- wait. Uh. Sorry.”
It’s comforting to know that you’re not the most awkward person right now at least, but you know that if you aren’t careful, you might confess to more than just liking him back, “Would you… would you like it if we kept… doing that… between us? Because I wouldn’t mind that. At all.”
“What about your cosplay with Hyuck? That girl said it’s your thing… I don’t want to get in the way of that.” Mark, bless his soul, is more worried about your hobby than the fact that you want to kiss him and him only. You couldn’t fall more for this boy if you tried.
You twist back and forth in lieu of having something to do with your body that isn’t falling to the floor in a fit of nervous giggles and disbelief. If people got a photo of that, you’re certain you would be no more, “If I’m being honest, I’d really rather kiss you more than Donghyuck anyday.” “Oh? That’s good. That’s… that’s… good. Yeah, I’d rather you kiss me too.”
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I Won’t Hesitate No More, I’m Yours
Summary: Bill wants to keep his relationship with Richie a secret from the other Losers. Richie just wants to jump Bill's bones, but he settles for being a sweet boyfriend instead.
A/N: For my Anon who requested Bichie being in a secret relationship, and Richie being a sweet doting boyfriend to show Bill he cares, and Richie smut. Lots of Richie smut. I am sorry that it is late, but I hope you love it!
Obviously NSFW, so it’s under the cut. 💖💖💖
Richie was jumping out of his skin. He had officially had Bill all to himself for three weeks and he couldn’t tell anyone. Bill fucking Denbrough. The stud among mere mortals. Baseball star and all around average everyday superhero. He had also been Richie’s best friend since they were in Kindergarten, and Richie had had a crush on him for almost as long. They were now seniors in high school and Bill was all his.
Obviously Richie absolutely adores Bill, which makes restraining himself around the others an absolute fucking nightmare. He understands why Bill is apprehensive about telling them. Richie has known that he’s gay since he was in elementary school. He thought George Michael was pretty when all of the other boys were fawning over Madonna. It wasn’t that hard to figure out. Bill was different. He was straight laced, had dated Beverly for a while and then had a few other sweet girlfriends, emphasis on the girl. Richie had been shocked when Bill had hauled him up in his arms and kissed him for the first time, so he can only imagine how the other Losers would react when they found out that not only was Bill not straight, but that he had a thing for none other than Richie Tozier.
He understands. He really does. That doesn’t stop him from wanting to hold Bill’s hand in the hallway. Or wrap his arms around him at random times, or kiss him in public. He really just wants any form of physical affection. He craves it.
Richie knows that he has to be patient. That Bill will come around to coming out. He can handle the waiting for physical affection in public, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t be a super sweet and caring boyfriend in other ways.
The Losers usually attend Bill and Stan’s baseball games as a group. They do the same with Mike’s football games in the fall. They are a family and support each other as much as possible. It’s not unusual to find Richie sitting on the metal bleachers while the Varsity Derry Baseball team is playing. It is however unusual that rather than making lewd jokes and chain smoking with Bev, Richie is one hundred percent focused on the game in front of him. He cheers unironically, even though he has to ask Mike about the proper terminology and to explain what some of the calls on the field mean, because that guy’s foot was totally on the base first, how can he be out? He cheers for Stan when he throws a good pitch, and complements Bill on his powerful throwdowns to second base. He also really loves seeing his boyfriend’s ass when he’s squating down in his catcher’s position. Richie damn near loses his mind when Bill hits a grand slam and cements Derry’s win over West Lake. Ben and Mike cheer along with him, but Bev and Eddie think that there is seriously something wrong going on.
“Rich, are you feeling alright?” Bev asks, pulling him aside while the other Losers walk down to the dugout to wait for Stan and Bill.
“Yeah, Bev. I’m fine. Just feeling in touch with my school spirit and the good old American pastime today.” Richie gives her a big goofy smile, and she playfully punches him in the arm. They rough house as they walk over to meet the others, laughing the whole way.
“W-what’s so f-funny?” Bill asks, a wide smile etched on his face, positively glowing from the victory.
“Nothing much, just telling this one that I think I have come around to liking baseball.” Richie winks at Bev who dramatically rolls her eyes. “Hey, congratulations though Big Bill, and Stan the Man of course. You were on fire out there.” He is thankful that he threw Stan in there instead of all of his focus being on Bill. He’s got to keep his cover.
“Y-you like b-baseball? As m-more than a t-time to goof o-off with B-bev?” Bill raises his eyebrows in question, wondering what his boyfriend was up to. Richie slowly nods, sweet smile on his face. Bill is shook. “M-maybe we c-could go to the b-batting cages l-later? You c-could show m-me your s-swing.”
“That could be fun. I’d like to mess around with some balls.” He deadpans, and Bill almost chokes on his saliva.
“Okay, what the fuck is this? Invasion of the Body Snatchers?!?” Eddie squawks. He snaps his fingers in front of Richie’s face. “Richie? Richie, is that you in there? Blink twice if your brain is being held captive by some alien race.” It’s Richie’s turn to roll his eyes, and they head to Mike’s truck. Bill and Richie sit in the bed, and Bill lets him rest his head on his shoulder as they ride to the diner for shakes and burgers.
He counts it as a win, and later on Bill drags him back to the batting cages and they make out for a long time. Richie’s legs wrapped around Bill’s waist and back pressed into the metal fencing. Richie leaves with messy hair, kiss swollen lips, and a few seriously impressive hickies on his neck. Bill looks just as disheveled and that’s a win too.
At lunch the next day he makes sure to save the seat next to him for Bill. It irritates Eddie who usually sits there, but Richie claims it’s so Bill can proofread his essay for English while he checks over Bill’s Trigonometry homework. Eddie finally relents, and Bill smiles when he sees that the seat is open for him. They help each other with their work and bump their elbows together, loving the contact, even if it’s small. Bill splits his giant chocolate chip cookie with Richie too, which definitely means that this is love.
Richie is incredibly advanced and intelligent when it comes to both science and mathematics. He loves the concrete formulas that aren’t subjective. Bill does not love these subjects as much, he excels in the humanities courses. Richie checks over his homework and corrects it for him when he needs Bill’s help with an English assignment, but Bill thinks that he needs some actual tutorials. He mentions this when they are all working on homework in the library one day.
“I can help!” Richie volunteers immediately, drawing more eyebrow raises. He’s not known for volunteering to assist with other people’s problems very frequently. “What? I like math. It makes sense.” He says shaking his head.
“I would really appreciate that, Rich. I can help you with something for your Lit class in return if you’d like.” Bill offers.
“I think I’m squared away with that right now. Mrs. Jenson has finally given up on the Shakespeare crap and come to the more contemporary side. I’m sure we can figure something else out that I need help with, but I’m genuinely good with just tutoring you.” Richie is flipping through his physics notes so he doesn’t see the looks from the other Losers, Bill shrugs his shoulders in response to them, acting like he doesn’t know the motivation behind Richie’s offer. He just figures that Richie is being nice, they’re all a family he would do it for any one of them.
Richie ends up staying the night at the Denbrough house, because it is so late when he has finally managed to drill Soh Cah Toa into his boyfriend’s brain. Richie is flopped with his face in one of Bill’s pillows when the other boy comes back from getting ready for bed in the bathroom. He smells like minty toothpaste and face wash and clean laundry, and Richie flips over so he can look at Bill when he comes over to the bed.
“D-do you w-want to borrow a s-shirt and p-paj-pajama pants?” He asks already pulling a shirt out of his dresser.
“Just the shirt, Billy. I can sleep in my boxers if that’s okay. I don’t want to add to your laundry.” Bill nods, throwing the shirt to him and sliding into bed. Richie doesn’t bother going to the bathroom to change. He unbuckles his belt and jeans and slides them off of his legs. His boxers are black and red plaid like a lumberjack, and he loves them. He slides his flannel off and then his t-shirt. He can feel Bill’s eyes raking over his body from where he’s lying behind him. “Like what you see, Denbrough?” He asks, and turns to wink before sliding Bill’s way too big t-shirt over his head. Bill blushes.
“S-so. I think I k-know how I c-could make it u-up to you. It d-did take y-you a long t-time to help m-me.” Richie cocks an eyebrow at him, he was serious when he said that it wasn’t a problem at all.
“Bill. I don’t need you to make it up to me. I got to spend time working on my favorite subject with my favorite person. I’m good. It was no trouble.” Richie shrugs, but Bill looks pensive, like he’s trying to put words together.
“C-can...can I b-blow y-you?” Bill looks up at him through his eyelashes and Richie could have busted a nut right then and there.
“Whaaaat? Bill are you serious? We’ve never done that before, you’ve definitely never done that before period. You really don’t have to.” He rambles, but Bill is already pulling the covers off of Richie’s hips and working his boxers down. Richie is already getting hard, he strokes himself a few times to get his dick the rest of the way there, Bill watches the whole time. “I’m serious Bill, you really don’t have to.”
“I w-want to t-try.” Richie nods and props his head up as Bill leans forward. The first swipe of his tongue is tentative. Careful. He brings his hand up and begins jerking Richie off a bit, they’ve done this before a few times. They usually stick to making out, but Bill gets handsy when he’s had a bit to drink, and Richie just really likes making the taller boy cum..
Bill slides the head of Richie’s dick in his mouth, tonguing the underside a little, and then slides his mouth down Richie’s length. He can’t take him in all the way, but the wet heat of Bill’s mouth and the twisting pleasure of his hand jerking what he can’t take has Richie spiraling. He bites his fist so that he doesn’t moan out too loud, and let’s the pleasure take over his body. It might be Bill’s first time giving a blow job, but it is breathtakingly amazing. Richie can feel his orgasm building and he taps Bill on the shoulder.
“B-Bill. I’m gonna cum, you need to pull off.” He moans, but Bill stubbornly keeps him in his mouth. He can’t hold on any longer and then he’s cumming into the heat of Bill’s mouth. Bill sputters, choking on the abundance of jizz, and Richie feels awful. “Oh my God, Bill are you okay? I should have insisted that I pulled out.”
“I-it’s o-okay.” Bill coughs out, “It w-was just a-alot.” Richie blushes. And ducks his head down a bit. “W-was it okay f-for you?” Bill asks sheepishly.
“Fucking. Amazing. You’re a Goddamn natural, Denbrough.” He pecks Bill on the cheek. “Did you want me to return the favor?” Bill nods frantically, and Richie gets to work.
Pizza is one of Richie’s most favorite things in the entire world. Particularly pepperoni pizza. He could definitely eat a whole pie by himself. The Losers usually cut him off at four slices until everyone else is done eating. They’re all in Ben’s basement watching a movie on VHS, lounging around and eating pizza. Bill’s mom calls, and he has to run upstairs to make sure that it’s not anything important before he gets to have a single bite of pizza. Richie notices that there is only one piece of pepperoni left, he brings the box with him over to where he and Bill were sitting but doesn’t open the box. This time it’s Ben that questions him.
“Are you planning on eating that Richie, or are you just going to stare at it?” He asks, taking a bite out of a piece of cheese.
“Oh. No. It’s not for me. Bill’s favorite is pepperoni and there’s only one piece left. I figured that I would save it for him since he hasn’t gotten any.” Richie shrugged, distracted by the images on the screen.
“You’re saving a piece of you favorite food for Bill?” Mike asks slowly. It’s another very uncharacteristic thing for Richie to do.
“Yup.” He pops the ‘p’. Bill comes back down a few minutes later looking flushed. He slides two pieces of plain cheese on his plate before sitting down next to Richie.
“W-what’s this?” He asks, motioning to the pizza box next to Richie. Richie snaps out of his daze to answer.
“There was only one piece of pepperoni pizza left and I know how much you love it so I saved it for you.” By the look on Bill’s face you would have thought that Richie had just handed him the most precious thing in the world.
“Y-you save m-me the last p-piece?” Richie nods in response, why is everyone making such a big deal out of this. “Y-you are s-something else, R-Rich.” Bill smirks, and Richie feels warm and fuzzy about it inside. They don’t talk about it for the rest of the night.
Something is going on with Richie, Bill knows that the others are picking up on it too, he’s being so sweet. Bill’s never seen this side to Richie. He’s being more helpful to everyone, he’s more pleasant to be around, it’s been a big change since they...well since they started dating in secret. Bill knows that it has something to do with it, but decides that he needs to ask Richie to be sure.
They’re over at Richie’s house, his parents aren’t home, they’re never home but this time it’s been longer since the last time they were. Richie didn’t want to be in the house alone so he asked Bill to come over, Bill happily agreed hoping to get to talk some things out with the other boy. They’re sitting on Richie’s bed listening to music when Bill can’t take it anymore.
“H-hey Rich?” His boyfriend looks up from his notebook and waits for Bill to continue. “W-why have y-you been b-being so….s-sweet?”
“What do you mean, Bill. I’m not being sweet. Why are you and the others acting so weird. I can be considerate.” Bill raises his eyebrow, a universal sign to cut the bullshit. “Fiiiiiiiiiiiine, I guess i just like doing things for you. I can’t exactly jump your bones in public, on account of you wanting to keep our relationship a secret, but I still want to show you that I care...that I…” He drifts off, eyes wide, catching what he was about to say.
“T-that you w-what?” Bill inquiries, he’s not going to let Richie get away with cutting that thought short.
“That I...that I…” He’s stumbling over his words. “Ugh. Fuck you, Debrough! That I love you! There I said it, are you happy? I love you.”
“I l-love you t-too, Richie.” A grand smiles comes across Bill’s face. “C-can I s-show you?”
Richie nods. He’s been dreaming of this moment for twelve years. Bill closes the distance between them and presses a sweet kiss to Richie’s lips. Richie really leans into it, he wants everything that Bill has to offer. Bill swipes his tongue across Richie’s lower lip, asking permission, and Richie happily grants it to him. They fall back on Richie’s bed, Bill slots himself between Richie’s legs and lifts them so that his pelvis is pressing right into the crease of Richie’s ass. Richie can feel how hard Bill is through his jeans already, and he moans into the kiss at the thought. Bill reaches down and palms the bulge in his boyfriend’s pants. Richie feels tingly all over.
“Less clothes now!” He mutters out and Bill leans back enough to begin unbuttoning Richie’s jeans. Richie wiggles his hips so that Bill can pull them down, and then he kicks them off. Richie is tenting in his boxers, and he would probably be more embarrassed about it, but Bill is licking his lips just looking at it. Bill hooks his fingers in the bands of the boxers and pulls them down. He scrunches Richie’s shirt up until Richie gets the hint and pulls it off. He’s completely naked on his bed, legs spread and lifted to his chest, presenting his leaking hard cock and tight pink hole while his boyfriend stares hungrily at him. “You too Billy, you can’t fuck me with your clothes on.” Richie’s mind is tingling, his filter gone, and Bill groans at the bluntness of his words. He stands up from the bed and pulls his shirt over his head. Richie really wants to run his hands up and down Bill’s abs. He then undoes his own jeans, pushing them and his boxer briefs down. Richie’s eyes get really wide, he’s seen Bill naked before, but never like this, never with the possibility of Bill actually fucking him lingering in the air. Bill looks like a fucking Adonis, He’s all lean muscle, and so tall. Richie thinks that Bill standing there naked looking at him, is just about the most beautiful and perfect thing that he’s ever seen.
“G-god Richie. Y-you look so g-good.” Bill says, moving back to the bed. He’s back between his legs, this time when he presses his groin into Richie’s ass, Richie can feel his dick pressing between his cheeks. “What d-do you w-want, Baby?” Bill is less experienced in this field. Richie is the first man that he’s ever been with, he’s enjoyed the learning curve so far, but he’s terrified that he will do something wrong and hurt Richie.
“Gah, Bill. Can we...can we 69?” It’s the only time in his life that he has ever been completely serious while talking about that number. “And then, Billy, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me so hard that I feel your huge cock for days.” Richie is whining. He wants everything all at once. Bill nods, he wants it too. He moves so that his hips and cock are hovering over Richie’s mouth and he’s positioned to take Richie’s dick in his own mouth. Bill makes the first move, he licks a stripe up the side of Richie’s cock, then swirls his tongue in the slit, collecting the beads of precum and moaning at the taste, then he’s taking Richie in, encasing his cock in wet heat. He pushes down until the head is hitting the back of his throat. Richie groans, and grabs handfuls of Bill’s ass. He uses this grip to lift himself up and slide Bill’s dick into his mouth. It takes a few tries for him to get warmed up enough for him to take his massive dick all the way in, but when he allows Bill to thrust down enough to slide into his throat slightly he’s rewarded with godly sounds. They pull each other apart with their mouths. Bill rolls Richie’s balls in his hand, and Richie thinks he will come immediately if they didn't stop. The student has obviously surpassed the master. “Baby, if we don’t stop, I’m going to cum and I won’t get your dick in my ass.” Bill pulls off with a slurp and moves off of Richie.
“D-do you h-have stuff?” Bill asks, face flushed from the previous activity, the flush is spreading down his chest and Richie can see that his cock is red too, painfully hard and ready to fuck until release. Richie nods and pulls a small tube of lube out of his drawer, he stops and looks at Bill.
“Do you want to use a condom?” He bites his lip, he’s nervous. There’s just so much that they haven’t discussed, but he’s been waiting for so long for this, he doesn’t want to wait to have sex until they’ve had those conversations.
“I...I uh. I d-don’t know. D-do you?” Bill’s priority is Richie’s comfort, and he doesn’t know what to say.
“I want to feel you. All of you. I trust you, Bill. I love you.” Bill nods in agreement.
“I l-love you t-too, Rich. I w-want to make y-you feel so g-good.” Bill pulls Richie in for another kiss. Richie hands Bill the tube of lube and then flips over so that he’s on his knees and elbows, sticking his ass in the air.
“You’ve got to stretch me out good, Big Bill. That cock of yours is massive, I can’t take it without prep.” Richie glances over his shoulder, and sees Bill gripping the base of his dick with his eyes shut tightly. Richie giggles, and Bill is not amused.
Bill lubes up his fingers, and kneels on the bed with Richie’s ass right in front of him. He runs his fingers down Richie’s back to the top crease of his ass, he watches in aw as Richie’s tiny hole flutters at the sensation. Bill doesn’t know what comes over him, but he leans forward and licks a stripe right across Richie’s hole.
“Holy fuck, ahhhh, Bill, yes.” Richie cries out in pleasure and Bill does it again, letting the tip of his tongue enter the hole in a teasing way. Richie moans out again and Bill pulls back and circles the hole with his index finger, rubbing Richie’s ass cheek with his hand soothingly as he pushes in to his first knuckle. “Gahhh. Mmmm.” Richie thrusts back, taking the rest of Bill’s finger in. Bill laughs at Richie’s eagerness. “I swear to God Bill if you don’t start moving your fingers…” Bill starts thrusting his finger in and out, shutting Richie up. If only he had known years ago that it could be so easy. When Richie is getting really into it he adds another finger. Spreading them apart and loving the sounds he’s pulling out of his boyfriend. He rubs his finger tips on Richie’s walls until he finds the spot that has his back arching and curses tumbling out of his mouth. “Yes, Bill, yes, Jesus fuck. Fuck me. I’m ready. Stick that fat cock on meeeeeeeee.” He half whines, half moans.
Bill pours a generous amount of lube on his cock and spreads it around, groaning at the feeling of his own hand touching his sensitive dick. He flips Richie so he’s on his back.
“I w-want to s-see you.” He says bashfully, but Richie is giving him the biggest smile. He helps Richie hook his legs over his shoulders,leaving his hole wide open for Bill and presses the blunt head of his cock against it. Richie moans at the pressure, and then Bill is slowly inching in. He has to screw his eyes shut, the tight heat better than anything he had ever felt in his life. “H-holy shit, R-richie. You f-feel so g-ggod, you’re s-so t-tight.”
“Mmmmm, you fill me up so good, Big Bill.” Bill growls at the nickname and slowly pulls his dick out of Richie and then slams his hips forward. Richie’s eyes damn near roll back in his head. Bill starts gaining more confidence and momentum, rolling his hips into Richie’s ass repeatedly. “Fuck yes, ugh, yes, fuck ugh. Harder, Bill. Oh my God.”
Bill is getting close, Richie is absolutely mesmerizing. He reaches a hand in between them and gets Richie’s cock in his hand, stroking in time with his thrusts. It takes less than ten tugs for Richie to tumble over the edge with a shout of Bill’s name, tingles taking over his whole body. As soon as Richie clenches around Bill’s dick his cumming too, pumping his load deep inside Richie, only stilling his hips when he’s completely spent. He pulls out carefully, still worried about hurting Richie. The other boy immediately makes grabby arms and Bill folds himself into them.
“W-was that o-okay?” Bill asks, feeling incredibly self conscious. He hopes that he was good enough for Richie.
“Okay? Bill, that was fucking amazing. You are fucking amazing. Like a sex God I swear, and you don’t even try!” Richie squawks.
“Y-you’re fucking a-amazing.” Bill says from where his face is tucked into the crook of Richie’s neck. “Y-you’re the s-sex God.” Richie laughs, and it’s a beautiful sound, one of Bill’s favorites.
“You’re only saying that because I just let you totally wreck my ass. I’m going to be so sore tomorrow.” Bill frowns, and Richie immediately calls him on it. “Oh hush. I wouldn’t trade the feeling for anything. I love you William Denbrough.”
“I l-love you t-too, Richard T-Tozier.” Bill smiles at him and kisses him again. He wants this forever, wishes that he had admitted his feeling to himself much sooner. There’s only one thing left to do. “H-hey Richie...w-what do y-you think about t-telling the o-others?”
“Really?” Richie’s eyes are wide, searching for some hint on Bill’s face that he’s joking or still has reservations, but Bill just nods. Richie attacks him with more kisses. They don’t have to keep it a secret anymore. Bill pulls away, and looks Richie right in the eye.
“I’m y-yours. I w-want the w-whole world t-to know.”
#Bichie#IT Movie 2017#Stephen King's IT#Bill Denbrough#Richie Tozier#Eddie Kaspbrak#Mike Hanlon#Ben Hanscom#Beverly Marsh#Stanley Uris#Stan Uris#Smut#Slash
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Take It To The Limit
Summary: Chapter one of Take It To The Limit. In this fic, Richie and Beverly have gone off on a road trip for the summer before their Senior year. Richie is battling the obstacle of trying to make Eddie aware of his feelings for him just as Eddie is with his own feelings for Richie. But Bill is dealing with his own unrequited crush on Eddie.
Ships: Reddie, eventual Stenbrough, Benverly.
word count: 2,075
Chapter 1: Like A Rolling Stone
“I regret this entirely.” Richie spoke as his forearms pressed into the railing that circled the motel balcony’s. The night air was sucked in with his nervous intake of breath, it rushed down and dried his throat in the uncomfortable itchy way. He shook his head and pushed his cigarette to his lips like it might make it all better. He could almost hear the batting of Beverly’s eyelashes, that habit she had when she was annoyed. Instead, he only heard her drumming her chipped red nails on the metal.
“Yeah, I expected that.” She spoke with a husky voice. She took another drag of her cigarette which Richie was sure wouldn’t help her slight cough. He glanced down at the pool, the florescent lights reflecting on it and bouncing phantom waves over the brick. Beverly flipped herself around and leaned her back on the railing, eyes darting to Richie’s face. He scoffed, flipping her the bird. She only smirked and smacked his hand back down.
“I knew you would say some bullshit like that.” Richie rolled his eyes and pinched her arm.
“Yeah? Cause I did know you’d regret this….Rich, It’s just who you are.” She shrugged and rolled her shoulders back. Richie shrugged, knowing deep down that she was right. She flipped herself back around again.
“How does it feel, how does it feel? To be without a home, Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone….” She transformed her husky tone into one of Bob Dylan’s pitch. Richie pursed his lips and leaned his head on her shoulder.
“You’re an absolute dork, you know that?” Bev asked, tilting her chin down in his hair. He nodded with his signature laugh.
“Yeah, yeah I know.” He frowned and stood up straight again, jumping up to sit on the railing, leaning back on the small and thin support pole. Beverly visibly stiffened at the sight with her expression flowing into one of worry. “How do you think our boys are doing back at home?” He tilts his head with a crooked grin and Bev sighs, letting it go for a minute.
“Well, they’ve gone a week without their two most entertaining members of the Loser’s club so…” She jokes with a little less ease then Richie might. She ponders on her next comment and grips hard onto the railing. “They’re doing just fine.” She shrugs.
He nods silently, looking back over at the pool below them. Their trip was planned to last the entire summer before their senior year but not a week into it, Richie was homesick. Maybe homesick wasn’t the right word. He didn’t miss the shit-hole that was Derry. But the Loser’s they left behind. They’d extended their invitation to all of them but it seemed only Bev and Richie were able to go.
The rest of the Loser’s all had summer jobs to be responsible for. Beverly was in frustration from being between jobs, nobody seemed to take her application into consideration. And Richie had been fired from his job at the diner place a week before summer vacation had started. God, that had been a bummer.
“I think I’m going for a swim.” Richie hopped off the railing and started down the open hall. Beverly quirked her brow before shrugging and going back into her room.
Richie padded down the concrete stairs to the completely empty pool, there was a payphone just a few feet away from it. It was huddled together with the vending machines that were purring quietly. He kicked his shoes off and dipped his toe into the water.
“Oh!” He jumped back and away from the freezing water, cursing to himself as he shuffled over to the phone. He managed to find 50 cents in his pants and he leaned on the snack machine. He sniffled and unhooked the black phone, twirling it around in his hand.
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Eddie’s nose scrunched up when he was nervous, Bill noticed that a lot. His head was tilted to the left to glance at the smaller boy who was scribbling his English reading homework that was not due till next year down on the notebook on his curled up legs. They were laying across Eddie’s bed, as they so often did when they discussed heavy things. Bill clasped his hands over his chest and rolled his lips together when Eddie clicked his tongue.
-”So, I’m trying to say, I hope they eat cause Y’know Beverly and Richie sometimes forget they have to eat three meals a day. I mean, one time they shared an Oreo at eleven in the morning and claimed it was their breakfast.”
Eddie thumbed his pink tipped eraser on the notebook paper and looked over at Bill. “Are you listening?”
Bill widened his eyes for a second before realizing he needed to reply. He nodded. “Y-yeah, I am.”
Eddie looked suspicious but it wouldn’t stop him from ranting, it never did. So the boy went on and on, Bill was content to watch until the phone on Eddie’s bedside table rang. Bill frowned as he reached over to pick it up for him. Eddie leaned closer with interest and Bill’s cheeks went red.
“Hello?” Bill asked.
“Big Bill! How you doing?” Richie’s voice came through happily even though Bill was definitely not who he’d called to speak to.
“G-g-good! What about you guys?” Bill was very curious to hear about how the two of them were enjoying their time away, especially since he was jealous that he couldn’t join them.
“Ohh things are beautiful Billy Boy. I’m pretty sure someone was murdered in this motel like six years ago-”
“And you decided to stay?”
“Yeah! Bev and I bought a Ouija board!” Richie chuckled and Bill rolled his eyes at his friend. Eddie knew for sure that it was Richie and not Bev just by that. “Anyways, Eddie there?” Richie asked, a little too excited. Bill frowned and forked the phone over to Eddie who smiled. He hopped off Eddie’s bed and sat on his desk chair as Eddie crossed his legs.
He threw a small Rubix cube around in his hands as he blocked out entirely what Eddie was saying. He bit into his cheek as Eddie giggled and maybe said something along the lines of ‘Shut up’. Bill was too focused on the way Eddie’s cheeks went to a dusty pink color. He mentally groaned and spun the chair around. “S-shit.” He cursed to himself and Eddie glanced up at him, phone down at his chin.
“You say something Bill?”
Bill flung back around and waved the Rubix cube in his hand. “I just g-g-got the blue side, is all.” He plastered a small smile on his face. Eddie smiled back and went back to his phone call.
“Yeah, yeah. What are you guys doing?” Eddie asked softly and then started to giggle. Bill licked his lips and blocked out the rest of the conversation, only hearing the occasional oblivious flirty comment that he was well aware that Eddie didn’t quite know the extent of.
He only glanced back up when he heard Eddie hang up the phone. Eddie smiled and gestured for him to come back. “Come help me with this. You’re no good if you’re just gonna sit there.”
Bill chuckled and plopped back down next to him on the bed, looking down at Eddie’s notes. Their close proximity making him a tad bit flustered, while Eddie remained completely clueless.
“You miss Beverly much?” Eddie suddenly asked and Bill lifted his brow. “I mean, you used to talk about her all the time, didn’t you like her?” Eddie teased, poking his arm and Bill was quick to stop the contact.
“I d-d-don’t know about that.” Bill shrugged, blushing for all the wrong reasons, not that Eddie would know. Eddie started to laugh and Bill’s stomach fluttered.
“W-wa-what about Richie?”
Eddie’s laughter quickly stopped and he looked to Bill with confusion. “What about Richie?”
Bill shrugged, pretending like he didn’t have intentions. “Well, you asked me about Beverly so…”
Eddie looked down. “Do you think I like Richie?”
Bill knew. He fucking knew Eddie did. And it killed him. He didn’t say anything and Eddie looked off in thought. Bill internally cursed himself for bringing it up. He’d almost been hoping Eddie would have denied it.
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Richie hung up the payphone and leaned back against the humming snack machine, enjoying the small vibration. His peace was short lived though. Beverly bounded down the stairs and slapped his shoulder. He jumped.
“Sorry, who’d you call?” She asked. Richie looked back at the phone and smiled.
“Eddie.”
She should’ve expected such. She almost made a smart ass comment but she decided against it and just slowly started to walk around the pool with Richie strolling with her to the right. “Y’know this whole trip really interferes with my plan to woo Eddie.” He sighed and chuckled, figuring Bev must know by now of his feelings for Eddie so he didn’t much care about admitting it.
Beverly shook her hair from her face and chuckled. “Yeah, being around the person does play a big factor.” She faded off her laugh and looked over at the pool water, Richie cleaned off his glasses with his shirt, she felt a little bad. “I’m not saying it really makes a difference here though.” She shrugged and Richie glanced over.
“Eddie…he’s pretty into you.” She admitted with a sort of sad twinge to her voice that Richie couldn’t place.
“You think so?”
“Oh I know so.” Beverly knocked their shoulders together. Richie looked smug.
“No one can resist me.” He looked so proud and hopeful that Beverly couldn’t help but beam back at him.
“Yeah, you’re a real looker, babe.” Beverly wiped a spot on his glasses with her sleeve as they rounded the pool. Richie swatted her hand away. She crossed her arms and bit hard into her lip. “I hope you’re enjoying the trip though.”
“Yeah, red. you bet I am.” He threw his arm around her shoulder and they rounded the next corner. The neon light from the sign was still burnt into his eyes and he’d been trying to blink it away for five minutes. “Being on a long road trip while controlling the radio? Paradise! Richie ‘Records’ Tozier and Beverly…”
Beverly looked up with amusement as Richie searched the side of the motel for something.
“We’ll work on your nickname.” He shrugged and Beverly chuckled, throwing her head back.
“We’d better.” She chuckled and they started going back towards the stairs. They climbed up and separated for their rooms that were right next to each other.
As soon as their doors shut, they breathed out and looked towards their telephones. Richie strolled over, sitting on the edge of the bed and kicking his shoes off.
Beverly went over for the tan phone on her bedside table and picked it up, putting it just above her chin. She twirled the cord around her fingertips and waited.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Bill. It’s Bev.” She clarified though there was no need to. Bill made a sort of ‘ohh’ sound. “Yeah, I’m calling because…I mean we all knew but Richie pretty much confirmed it to me that he likes Eddie and that he has a plan to woo him.”
Bill’s end went silent and Beverly sighed, putting her head in her hand. “Look, Bill. I know you like Eddie.” She swallowed, looking towards the obnoxiously orange light to her left. “But I think it’s best for you to get over it….I’m sorry.”
“Y-yeah. I know.” Bill’s voice was soft and Beverly wanted to be there to comfort him. She felt her eyes water on his behalf. “It’s fine. I-I-I’m o-o-ok.” Bill’s stutter was worsening and she knew it was because he was probably tearing up and upset.
“Sweetie, you’re gonna make me cry.” She sniffled and wiped under her eyes. Bill chuckled sadly.
“I’m really f-f-fine.” Bill sighed and sucked in his breath. “I pretty much knew t-t-that f-f-f-from the start.” He shrugged to himself, having left Eddie’s pretty soon after Richie’s call.
Beverly sniffled again and stood, hand resting on her hip. “I’ll call you and give you the numbers you can reach us from, ok?”
“Sure thing, Bev. B-B-Ben’s been wanting to check in-”
“I was gonna call him after this.” She grinned. “Ok, I’ll let you go.” She sighed and they said their goodbyes. After she hung up, she ran her hand through her hair and shook herself before dialing Ben up.
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Cigarettes and Leather Ch. 4
Long time no see!! (Again)
School got crazy and im stressed to the Max atm. But I really wanted to finish this chapter before AP Exams sooo
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Anyways, Ladybug and Chat Noir finally make their appearance! Along with some other things, but you'll see later...
(also, if you're confused on some of the stuff in the chapter that has to do with the french school system, just see the end notes)
Summary: Chat Noir is adorable, and Ladybug more then agrees (and so does Marinette).
Word Count: 4,000+
A week had gone by since Marinette had (albeit strangely) resolved to become friends with Adrien-freaking-Agreste.
A week had gone by since Marinette had (albeit strangely) resolved to become friends with Adrien-freaking-Agreste.
A whole week.
A week.
Only a week.
Ladybug paced back and forth on the gravel roof she occupied, hands clasped behind her back out of habit. Below her, cars honked, lights blurred, and soft music of all sorts overlaid the pressing silence in her conscience as she contemplated events from the past few days.
Life had been almost the same, except Adrien and she had been hanging around each other more often than all four of their years in college combined. For one, his presence had frequented their homeroom almost every day that week, including early morning roll-call (which he never used to attend). He had stopped sitting in the back, instead opting to sit in the front with Nino, even if all they did was mess around and get scolded by Mrs. Bustier (Alya griped that her boyfriend was being wooed away by Adrien more and more). He was even seen around the courtyard by many people during their lunch period, even though it was resoundingly known that he smoked cigarettes behind the school wall where the cameras couldn’t catch him during that time frame.
It would good to mention the eye contact they made throughout all this was embarrassingly excessive, as they were constantly stealing glances at each other in plain sight.
It would also be good to mention that the glances increased in number when they were alone together in detention.
And the blushing, a voice in her head chimed unhelpfully, lots of blushing!
Ladybug groaned out loud, practically stomping in place to expel the thought from her mind.
God, spare me from these weird emotions!
In the span of seven days, the relationship she had with Adrien had been accelerating at a fast rate, as well as the way she felt about him. She knew she needed to take their friendship at a slower pace, but chatting with him had recently become her favorite pastime. Adrien had a lot of hidden qualities she didn’t know about until now, and every interaction brought a new surprise for her to take delight in.
Except…
She still has yet to see that soft side of him she saw on the steps of their school, with his sunny smile and soft pink cheeks.
Of course, even with all his personality traits he had been hiding from her now up in the air, Adrien was still the flirtatious rebel who wore leather and cussed far more than a person who smoked three times a day should; his temper was still intact too, in addition to his show-off attitude. It is unfair to expect him to warm up to her enough to show her such a reserved part of him in the short time they’ve been getting to know each other; just as she had certain things she uncomfortable with opening up to him about, it was vice-versa for Adrien (she suspected).
Even so…
If it took as long as their last day on campus, Marinette was determined to coax that shining part of him from beneath all the storm clouds and smog. She didn’t know why, but that brief, brief interaction with the other Adrien felt so familiar and tangible, like she was looking at her favorite design or talking with Chat Noir.
At least, that’s how she felt but maybe she was mistaking the feeling for something it wasn’t.
It would just be nice to see Adrien relax and enjoy everyone’s company, because he is definitely on most of the class’s shit list as of late.
Then again, when is he not?
God, I should stop thinking about this now.
Ladybug stopped walking to look up at the night sky, pleased to find the stars winking down in greeting. She let her gaze wander from the stars to the streets, allowing her eyelids to crescent pleasantly. It was a cool, breezy October evening, the perfect weather for that period in the month. This was her absolute favorite time of year to patrol Paris, with the autumn season at its peak and the atmosphere of serenity overlaying their beautiful city (along with the multi-colored leaves!). Everything seemed so connected and harmonious it was hard for Marinette not to escape life for a little while and appreciate her surroundings for what they were worth.
That is, until Tikki scolds me for not doing my homework.
Chuckling at the memory, the female began scanning the Paris scape for a familiar figure, searching for any sign of her partner. Chat Noir always arrived at their meeting spot around this time, but tonight it was apparent he would be late.
As long as he isn’t too late, or else we’ll be out until two in the morning again…
“Ladybug!” A voice from behind shouted, and Marinette smiled.
Speak of the devil.
She turned to address the voice, extending an arm in the air as a hello.
“Chat Noir! Little late, aren’t we?” She teased as the male landed on the roof, earning a shy smile in return.
Cutie.
“I’m sorry, m’lady! I was so busy with my shoot-…I mean my civilian stuff that time just flew by, you know? Haha…” Chat Noir tittered, rubbing the back his neck. Ladybug just shook her head good naturedly and patted his shoulder in reassurance.
“I’m kidding, kitty. You were only a few minutes’ late, not a few hours…unlike last time.” She added, frowning slightly as she recalled a particularly nasty akuma that had cropped up the night that Chat just had to be absent for three hours. By the time he arrived at the scene, Ladybug had successfully stopped the akuma and handed over the victim to the police. He profusely apologized for a good fifteen minutes before Marinette felt bad and forgave him with her kindest smile. He really is too nice for his own good.
“Last time will never happen again, I purr-omise you! Besides, I now have an alarm on my phone that goes off whenever its patrol night!” Chat smiled proudly, revealing pearly white teeth for Ladybug to admire. His cheeks dimpled while a soft blush dusted his slightly-scrunched nose, and Ladybug forgot how to speak for a moment.
How can someone in a leather body suit manage to be so damn adorable?!?! This is unfair!
“R-Really? That’s smart, why haven’t I thought of it before…” She mumbled, looking away to hide her bashful expression. Chat cocked his head to the side in confusion at her reaction, but shrugged it off shortly after.
“Haha, dunno, sounds like a you problem. You know, I’m the brain and you’re the brawn?” Chat joked nudging her with his elbow and grinning like an idiot. Ladybug nudged him right back, adding a little more force to hers. He lost his footing for a split second, arms spiraling to regain balance.
“I’m the brawn alright, kitty.” She remarked, watching the sheepish blush return to his face.
He can be so shy sometimes, I worry.
Chat Noir coughed, shaking the banana locks from that were obscuring his vision out of his face. His emerald stare landed on her again, more serious, which caused butterflies to erupt in her stomach. Although they were surrounded by the jade of his retina, she could tell the shade would be absolutely stunning without the mask.
You can’t have thoughts like this Marinette you know the rules!
“I think we should start our patrol, now, m’lady. You know that I know that we both have homework to get home to before tomorrow.” Chat took on a slightly scolding tone, referencing to the fact that it was a Sunday night and they both procrastinated all weekend.
Well, I did at least, Marinette felt herself grimace as she thought of the tablet full of literature and art history homework waiting on her work desk in her room.
Chat Noir took out his vault, readying it for launch until Ladybug swiftly clasped his tail, causing him to yelp in surprise.
“Not so fast, mister! We need to discuss a little something-something!” Ladybug exclaimed brightly, her homework all but forgotten.
Chat gave her a cautionary glance, looking from the landscape beyond them to her face. He retracted his staff immediately and placed it on his back holster, ears perked in curiosity; his lips curled into a nervous smile.
“What do you mean, m’lady?” He batted his eyelashes out of habit, and Marinette had to hold back a tickled squeal. He was so good looking, even with the mask, it was hard to cope sometimes.
Really hard.
Marinette swallowed, clearing her throat and straightening her posture.
“Your birthday is coming up, right? Next week, I think?” Ladybug asked directly, cheeks reddening ever so subtly.
Chat blinked at her slowly.
“Yeah…next Monday, the 20th . Why do you ask?” He fiddled with his hands, tapping his claws on his wrists.
“Why do I ask? Isn’t it obvious, kitty! We should do something nice, like hang out. Whatever age you’re turning, I’m sure it’s worth celebrating.” Ladybug gave him a mega-watt smile, taking his hands into hers with excitement etched into her body language.
Chat broke into a grin, holding her hands back with more force then necessary. He looked breath taking like that while bathed by the moonlight and stars.
“Wait, really? Are you serious? I’d love to do something with my best friend!” The words ‘best friend’ fractured Ladybug’s heart, but she forced herself to get over it. Not now, dummy.
“That’s good to hear, kitty! We can discuss what the birthday boy agenda is on Tuesday’s patrol, but for now I think we need to start this one.” Marinette giggled happily, tugging her poor fingers from Chat’s iron-like grip. “You know, before we turn into pumpkins.” She winked.
Play it cool, LB, play it cool.
“Awesome! Purr-fect! I think I can manage to wait until Tuesday for this.” Chat once again took out his staff, this time with more finality. “Race you to the first lookout point. Last one there is a ball of yarn.”
Ladybug rolled her eyes at his cheesy parody, slipping her yoyo from her hip and readying the string.
“You’re such a cheese ball, Chat Noir.”
“Don’t you mean hairball?”
“Yeah, yeah, sooo funny. You’re on, kitty!”
They both took off running, and she could hear his laughter over the roar of the wind.
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By the time Ladybug bid Chat Noir a ‘good night’ and ‘see you on Tuesday, or the next akuma attack’ (whichever comes first), it was already 10:30 PM. Ten minutes later, she had dropped through the trap door above her bed and already wanted to give up all responsibility and go to sleep. Unfortunately, her plan was foiled by Tikki, who was very insistent that Marinette stay up at least an hour and a half more ‘to get as much done as possible’.
‘As much done’ my ass, I’ll get a C on my work either way.
“But Tikki—” Marinette drawled out, already painstakingly making her way down the bed ladder, “My muscles are sore and I’m super tired—!” She made sure to drag out each word to show how unwilling she was to do a two-page report on the blind, French painter Claude Monet.
“I understand, Marinette, but you still need to keep your grades up too! Since we got home late, I can help you out a little.” Tikki patted her cheek sympathetically, and flew to her compartment on Marinette’s desk to fish out a cookie from her designated cookie jar.
The female whined, but nevertheless complied with her kwami’s wishes and dragged her exhausted body to her pink desk chair. Plopping down in a heavy manner on the cushioned seat, Marinette grabbed her touchscreen stylus and booted up her tablet. As soon as she typed in her password, the lass got to work first on her advanced literature homework (they were currently reading Oedipus, and she honestly could not be more disgusted with most of the characters). After scanning and finishing three mind-numbing acts, she began planning out the outline for her report on Claude Monet.
I think my hair is going to fall out at this rate.
Marinette stopped writing to gaze into oblivion at the countless pictures decorating her desk-top surface and wall, opting to tune Tikki’s brief explanation on the history of Monet’s The Japanese Footbridge oil canvas. She had tacked various newspaper clippings of Ladybug and Chat Noir’s accomplishments on the wall next to the computer, each scrap artfully arranged to circle a single framed photo of them.
This is still my favorite picture of Chat and I.
The photo had been taken by Alya, who caught them immediately after an akuma battle that took place in the park near the bakery. It had been a sunny, spring day with only a few clouds to be seen. Ladybug had been in mid-fist bump with Chat Noir when Alya had rushed over and begged for a picture of them in front of the park fountain, in which they agreed.
She made them stand on the edge of the fountain, arms hooked together while their legs were spread apart, like a super hero pose. They were told to smile big for the camera, and Ladybug did until Chat decided to crack a pun at the last second, which sent the two of them into hysterics by the time Alya snapped a shot of them on her phone. With the spray of the water and perfect natural lighting coupled with their genuine grins and stares cast to each other, the picture was perfect.
We hadn’t even been partners for a year, but we were so hopeful and full of laughter.
Those were the simpler days alright.
Marinette’s heart suddenly ached with longing for the past, when she was young and excitable for every akuma thrown at her. She missed getting to know Chat for the first time, and feeling the thrill of a new crush, when it didn’t hurt so much. She missed being chased around by Alya for the Ladyblog, when her bestfriend didn’t have a joint-partnership with the news channel so others could do that job for her.
Everything had changed so much since then, when Marinette was still learning what being Ladybug truly meant.
Now she was almost an adult, with a future to think about and priorities to straighten out.
Life moves on, whether we like it or not.
The sound of a phone chiming interrupted Marinette’s train of thought, subsequently ending her internal freak out for the night. Tikki, being the saint she was, retrieved it from her school bag and set it down in front of her with an irritated expression.
I bet she knew I stopped listening…
“Who is it?” The kwami asked as Marinette unlocked her phone.
She scanned her notifications, startled to find that she had seven missed calls from Alya from earlier in the evening.
Strange, but it’s too late to call back now.
“I have seven missed calls from Alya, Tikki. I wonder what was so important.” She said feeling little more than perturbed as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“That doesn’t sound good. Was the new message from her, then?”
“No, it’s from-” Marinette began to say, tapping on the conversation.
Adrien: hey u still up?
“-Adrien.” From the corner of her eye, she saw Tikki scowl slightly and cross her tiny arm-like appendages in disfavor.
“Oh.” The kwami curtly replied, settling on the edge of her shoulder to peer at the tiny screen of the phone. She could feel her judgmental gaze on her hands as Marinette responded to him.
Marinette: Yeah. Currently dying over an art history report atm.
Adrien: o? sucks to be u then lmao I finished all my hw
Marinette: Lucky you. Whats your stream btw?
Adrien: humanities. 4 hrs of French. Lit, then philosophy, English, geo, history, physics
Marinette: Same here, but ik I have lit and philosophy with you. For me, I have English, geo and art history is 2 hours.
Adrien: the fuck??? art history sounds boring asf
Marinette: Look whos talking, you take physics. How will that help you on le bac?
Adrien: stfu kim is in there bc nino and ivan were bastards an didn’t want a maths
Adrien: tho he always talks shit w/ Max so i hve to force myself 2 be interested in physics
Marinette: Whatever you say, nerd.
Adrien: stfu im getting a call so ttyt
Marinette: K bye.
Marinette’s soft smile that had formed when they started texting dissipated into a frown at Adrien’s abrupt exit. She set aside her phone slowly, hoping he would come back again but that was not the case.
Who would be calling him so late at night? Weird…
“He left so quickly even though he was the one that contacted you first, Marinette. Don’t you think that’s rude of him?” Tikki observed, huffing.
Marinette stretched her arms above her head, yawning.
“No, not really. I just think it’s weird that someone would be calling him so late at night. I wonder who it could be.” She stood up as she replied, being especially careful not to make noise with her office chair. Tikki watched her movement, eyes alight with curiosity.
“I see…wait, where are you going? Downstairs?”
“Yeah, I’m just going to get water.” Marinette padded across the room, as quiet as a mouse. Just when she opened her floor hatch an inch, voices from downstairs drifted into her room. Frozen in place, she listened cautiously to see who would be up so late at night (besides her and Tikki, of course).
What the hell?
The quiet buzz of the living room TV and the hushed voices of her parents registered in her brain, and Marinette immediately felt her shoulders relax. They were just watching the news—
Hold on a minute.
The female tensed again, more anxious then before. It was very unlike her parents to stay up so late on a weekday, especially since her father woke up at four every day to ready the bakery for early morning customers. In addition to this, her mother had always come up around ten o’clock to kiss her goodnight, but she had yet to do that. Something on the television was keeping them uncharacteristically occupied, or at least that is what she gathered from the grave mood downstairs.
But, what is it? Mama and Papa only whisper when they’re worried…
Marinette instinctively leaned forward, eager to find out what the newswoman was saying.
“…Gang violence…college student…unusual injury…” Nadja Chamack spoke professionally into what the girl assumed to be a microphone. Tikki landed on her shoulder, also listening closely.
Gang violence? What? It’s too hard to hear!
“Two students…badly hurt…Dupont…” She heard Tikki gasp when Nadja rattled off the names of the incident. Thoroughly perplexed, Marinette edged the door open even more, practically sticking her head down the stairs. Whatever Manon’s mother just said, it was enough to shock her kwami.
Instead of quietly keeping her perch, Tikki flew off her shoulder and pushed her tiny appendages against her cheek.
“Mari, no, don’t listen! It’s not something you want to hear!” She squeaked, and the heroine yelped.
“What do you-ack!”
Naturally, this action backfired and she lost balance of her feet and crashed to the carpet rather loudly while slamming the trapdoor shut.
“Oh, shit! Tikki, hide!” The female whispered frantically, scampering to her bed post and up the ladder. Tikki was close behind.
They both hid under the polka-dotted covers, with the kwami nestled into the crook of her elbow. Somehow, in her scramble and the excitement of that night, Marinette had lost on of her precious pig-tails, and now her frizzy hair was splayed all along the pillow like a raven halo of madness.
Goddammit, I hate when my hair is down! Where did my hair tie go…?
Just then, the door slammed open and Marinette heard the familiar patter of her father’s footsteps, her mother following in suit.
“Marinette, darling? Is something wrong?” Sabine spoke, an unusual edge to her voice.
Stay still, stay still!
Marinette dared not to respond, curling around Tikki to shield her from prying eyes. The bed rattled as the mother climbed up to check on her daughter, every tremor setting the female further on high alert. A thorn of anxiety wedged itself in her heart when she felt a small hand touch her ankle.
Don’t react!
“Sweetheart, is she awake?” Tom asked, walking closer to his wife.
“No, I don’t think so…but if she isn’t awake, then what was that noise?” Her mother worriedly curled her tiny fingers around Marinette’s ankle, and she had to fight from flinching.
“Sabine, I think you’re still on edge from the newscast. I doubt anyone could sneak into our daughter’s room without me hearing them.” Tom said confidently. Marinette smirked to herself, biting down a chuckle.
Oh, papa, if only you knew…
“But still, Tom…it happened those poor boys.” Sabine let go of her ankle and climbed down the ladder again, and Marinette peeked over her covers ever the slightest to look at her parents.
Tom had an arm slung around Sabine’s shoulders in a comforting manner, while Sabine looked deeply distressed.
Her mother pursed her lips.
“Imagine how devastated she’ll be when she finds out tomorrow, Tom. Should we even let her go to school?”
What the hell are they talking about?! I have a bad feeling about all of this.
“Nonsense, dear! Francois Dupont has a strict no strangers’ policy, plus the college is right next to the house. We can watch her go if it will make you feel better, but our little girl can handle her own as you know.” Both parents shared a knowing look and Marinette blushed in embarrassment.
Yeah…they would know after all these years, wouldn’t they?
Sabine nodded in agreement to her husband’s proposal, slipping an arm around his waist.
“I would like that. Now, let’s leave before we actually wake her up.” Marinette ducked hurriedly out of sight when her mother glanced at her bed, praying she didn’t notice her staring.
As soon the trap door shut, and the footsteps of her parents grew further away until the night was silent again, Marinette jerked from her fetal position on the mattress. She stared wide-eyed at Tikki, the both of them attempting to process the confusing information her parents had bestowed upon them by accident.
“Tikki, you don’t think…?” Marinette trailed off, the worst coming to mind.
What if an akuma attack happened without me knowing, and citizens were severely injured?
What if an akuma knocked over the Eiffel Tower and crushed a shopping strip?
What if Hawk Moth himself came out of hiding and is now wreaking havoc on Paris?
What if-
Tikki vigorously shook her head at Marinette’s implication, frowning deeply.
“We would have definitely known if there was an akuma attack, Marinette.” Tikki said bluntly, crossing her arms in a thoughtful manner. “This has to be something else and something very bad.”
Marinette did not miss the note of worry tinging her kwami’s voice, or the nervous twitch of her antenna. Judging by her demeanor, there was another force Tikki seemed to be apprehensive of.
But what?
“Should I transform and sweep the city again? Maybe I’ll find what Mama and Papa were talking about.” The girl questioned, dread pooling in the bottom of her stomach. Butterflies were twisting her insides around, and they felt much worse than the presence of any of Hawk Moth’s creations.
In the distance, the blades of a helicopter could be heard, sending goosebumps to dance along the edges of her spine. Car honked, and music played, but something felt very off about the night now.
Marinette stood up on her bedspread and curled a hand around the trapdoor handle leading to the room’s balcony, hesitant to open it. It was almost eleven o’clock at night, and she had school tomorrow; but, if she didn’t do this now, the anxiety would eat at her until sunrise. Tikki seemed to have sensed her indecision, and came to rest on her shoulder.
“Marinette, you don’t have to do this right now. We have all tomorrow to investigate, and I’m sure whatever happened will be the talk of Paris for a day. Get some rest tonight, and you’ll feel refreshed for tomorrow!” She spoke softly, nuzzling into the female’s cheek in a comforting manner.
Marinette let her hand drop from the door handle, suddenly exhausted.
She’s right. I can’t do much right now if I don’t know anything, especially in the condition I’m in.
She let herself fall back onto the bed once more, turning on her side and dipping her knees onto her abdomen. Faint light from the window below her loft illuminated the dark space of the room, casting flickering shadows on the soft pink walls. The muffled murmur of her monitor and tablet could be heard, filling her ears with a strangely familiar buzz.
It was eerie.
Hopefully the situation won’t escalate to something worse by tomorrow morning…
Happy? Surprised? Intrigued?
Can you guess what happened at the end of the chapter?? (im curious hah)
Also, I'm so happy that a lot of you like the story thus far!! I never expected such an out-pour of support, tbh, but it just really motivates me to write more and get better at my writing style.
Le Bacc**
okay so in french education it is basically this big test seniors in high school take at the end of their high school career, where they had previously, for two years, been taking classes that were specifically aimed towards their career path, but they don't call it 'career path' they call it a 'stream' (I.E. students in the literary stream prepare for careers in the humanities such as education, linguistics, and public service. They also have interests in the arts. The most important subjects in the literary stream are Philosophy and French language & literature and other languages, usually English, German and Spanish.)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baccalaur%C3%A9at link if you're interested in le bacc :)
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hey:) for the ask thing, im about 5'5, i have long wavy light brown hair and big brown eyes w olive skin. my myers briggs is campaigner&my star sign is a cancer! i'm kinda built (?) bc i do competitive sport, i play lotta instruments, and im v social. i have adhd yikes and anxiety YIKES but it's chill lol, sometimes that does get in the way though. for the fandom, BoB would be great:) also ya u are a legend i didn't mean another word for champ i deadass just meant legend. thanks ❣
NO MORE PLS.
Wow. But… if I were… a legend… I would’ve gotten this done FOREVER AGAOAUHDFgrihEJADF. I’m so SORRY. Babe. But to make it up to you, this blurb is fucking LONG. @v-esperteen
The Character I See You As: Buck Compton. HIGHLY SOCIAL? SPORTS? ANXIOUS? You got yourself a recipe for BUCK COMPTON. Aka the wonderful, sweet lil sunshine that loves literally everyone and makes everyone feel so comfortable and relaxed (and sometimes not relaxed depending on how boisterous he gets). I love him because even though he has all of these amazing qualities, he is independent to a fault (daring to argue with Winters I scream he’s–), highly emotional (losing his friends literally KILLED HIM) and anxious (though he hides it well behind his EVERYTHING IS FINE face or his dead inside face).
Your Three Best Friends: Don Malarkey, Alex Penkala, Skip Muck (aka the squad)
The One You Don’t Get Along With: Henry Jones. Sweet, sweet Henry. It’s no one’s fault, but he’s so composed and so put together that you honestly don’t know what to do with him. Try and joke with him? He just stares at you (maybe smiles pitifully). Try and initiate conversation? Part of you burns because he takes himself so damn seriously and you decide never to try that again lmao. You like him… you just don’t know what to do with him and him with you, so you just stay out of each other’s hair.
Who I Ship You With: Shifty Powers. The ENFP plus the shy, cute, unassuming, but also incredibly brave and intelligent Shifty Powers? HELLO HOW FREAKING ADORA- I digress. Shifty is wonderful because he’s mellow and gentle, gets embarrassed easily if you try and shower him with affection, but somehow keeps cool in the middle of combat, never gets injured, etc. His name is Shifty for a reason, one minute he’s there and the next you’re like ?? hello ?? Shifty? ANYWAY. I love him a lot. He’s like the least anxious person. Whenever you have your anxious moments he’s there to cuddle you and tell you in his sweet lil accent that everything is gonna be just fine (dont mind me im crying).
Wildcard: Captain. 2nd Battalion Staff S-3. 101st Airborne.
Lil Blurb??: Your charisma got you here. Your athleticism, sharp wit, ability to make solid decisions under pressure, and aptitude for route planning got you here. You were a valuable assistant to Colonel Strayer. Your gender also got you here: pouring coffee for him at 6:30 in the morning, tapping your foot with a bright smile on your face. You pretended it was fine that you were reduced to such menial tasks. You knew it was too good to be true that you would be used for much after being moved from the WAAC to the 101st. You had trained hard with a handful of women to handle the difficulties of battle–you would never see combat, but you would get as close as any woman ever had.
But that still meant making coffee for all of the men, pouring it, and often being left out of discussions. You kept reminding yourself that it was insane that you were here, in England, part of the planning for D-Day. You wouldn’t get to drop though, not like the boys. Knowing that crushed you, not because you particularly wanted to see combat and death, but because you had grown so close to the everyone. To be left behind was cruel. You were a favorite on Easy Company’s sports teams. It was Buck Compton that had used his charms to sway you into joining their soccer game. You were just as uneasy as the men, but once the game started, it was like you’d been playing with them forever.
Malarkey, Penkala, Muck, you, Compton, and Luz versus Guarnere, Toye, Heffron, Talbert, and Skinny Sisk. It was the most fun you’d ever had, throwing elbows and repeatedly trying to trip Tab (who kept throwing hands and swearing he was just going easy on you). You even managed to get a laugh out of Toye, something you hadn’t accomplished before. You patted yourself on the back for that one. But damn, it would hurt to be cut from the friends you’d made. You had brothers. These boys were like your brothers now, far from home, keeping you company in the daylight.
But, despite those boys being the group you had become so close with so quickly, it was the charming Southerner that caught your attention right off the bat. Powers was all broad shoulders passed down from generation to generation; he was meant to hold a gun, you could tell by the way he cradled his rifle against his arm. It was like an extension of himself, but that wasn’t the only thing you admired about the unassuming Shifty. He was a hell of a shot, probably the best in the company, but he was about as quiet, humble, and bashful as they came. And you thrived on making him blush.
First it was through subtle compliments when you caught him alone, without Tab or Skinny by his side. You would sit while Shifty cleaned his rifle, admiring his perfect form when shooting or suggesting he was the best you’d ever seen. You didn’t push him, you read him well enough to know he was easily made uncomfortable. You asked him about home, about his favorite gun, about the squirrels he used to shoot up in Virginia. Shifty would smile fondly at you, then his shoes, and lean back against the wall or the back of his chair, tipping his head back and squinting his eyes. He always took his time talking–he was deliberate. You loved that about him. When you sat with him it was like time stopped for just a sweet moment, like the anxieties and the frustration that fluttered in the back of your mind stopped.
One night, after sharing a drink or two, you both wandered into the nearby cow pasture and he told you about the farm he grew up on. “I did always like cows the most,” he murmured, running his hands along the dew-ridden grass, the other hand rubbing his jaw. “Big eyes, big ears.” He trailed off, screwing up his nose, trying to think of other reasons why he liked them so much. “Well I suppose they never did want nothing bad for nobody,” he finished with a short nod, drawing both hands behind him to lean on. “Chickens were too cranky, and the horses were too smart for me. I almost got kicked once. My daddy almost lost it, started hollerin’ about how I needed to stop sneakin’ up on ‘em. I was too quiet.”
You, yourself, had never been so quiet in your life. You were laying on your side, fingers threaded through the grass beside Shifty’s hand. You wanted nothing more than to keep listening, to drink his words in, to know him from the inside out, but he stopped and furrowed his brow. “You know, I never tried cow tippin’ before.” You looked up through your eyelashes, face flushed from the alcohol that still burned in the back of your throat.
“What do we do, huh, Powers? Do we just run at them?” You had never done it before either. It sounded just like something a boy from Virginia would want to do.
“S’pose so, I never thought about it.”
“Wanna do it?”
“No, I don’t think that would be very kind,” he replied, sliding back down until his head hit the ground. He rolled onto his side and blinked up at you, a crooked smile gracing his features. “I’m too tired to run anyway.”
“Mmhm,” was your defeated reply, still propped up on your elbow, hovering over him. You felt a little tired too, buzzed, slipping down until your face was right beside his. You laughed. He laughed a little too, but he also looked like a deer caught in headlights. You weren’t one for personal space, at least not with people you enjoyed being around, and you hadn’t thought that it might be pushing it for him to be so close.
“Never kissed anyone neither,” Shifty murmured after a moment. You tilted your head slightly, leaning back.
“Really?”
“I didn’t play football. I didn’t live in town. I don’t think I had a lot goin’ for me. Bad luck.”
You quirked a brow. Your heart was hammering against your chest. You weren’t supposed to being doing this with an enlisted man. You were his superior, and the reason most had objected to women in the military was for this damn reason exactly. “Why did you bring that up, Shifty?” You were just antagonizing him now.
He was silent for a moment, searching your gaze for any emotion other than drunken amusement. “Well, Y/N, I-I rightly think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. I was just thinkin’ that. I’m sorry–” He broke off, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was thinkin’ I wouldn’t mind kissin’ you.”
“Well, Shifty Powers, I don’t know what those girls back in Virginia were thinking,” you chuckled, reaching to grab the fabric of his shirt. “I must do my civic duty after all, send you off to war right,” you murmur before planting one on him, gentle, careful, trying not to spook him. This was real, you reminded yourself. And it would be gone soon, so you’d best enjoy it while it lasted. He draped his arm over your waist, pulling you in close, the other hand supporting your cheek.
Shifty was a quick learner, you found, and you also discovered it would be very, very difficult to reverse what you’d done. After that night, discreet as you tried to be, he nearly gave it all away with his puppy eyes and his silent begging. And you were a sucker, running off with him to the fields and pastures whenever you could under the cover of darkness to romp, wrestle, play, and kiss a little before he and the rest of the men were dropped over Normandy.
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