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[cupidsanne]

Mike Faist As Your Husband ✢ Headcanons

Mike Faist x Female Insert! Reader

SYNOPSIS! ✦ Headcanons and slight blurbs of Mike being your husband <3 I need more content of this man asap.

WARNINGS! ✦ No warnings, sfw!

Mike Faist Masterlist .

— He hasn’t changed much since you two gotten married.

— He’s very bashful, even with you. You two could be together for days, months, or years and he still gets shy with certain things you say. He can’t always take compliments but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like them. In fact, he loves to be praised by you. You’re his biggest cheerleader.

“Here you go.” You smile as you hand Mike his water bottle, he had no hesitated in politely accepting the bottle and offered a breathless ‘thank you’ in return. The two of you were currently at the gym, both of you having some free time and decided that it would be a healthy bonding experience for both of you. It took a while to set in motion this plan for the reason that the both of you were home bodies. Preferring to stay inside then to get up and out there.

“I think I’m finished on the bike for tonight. I reached my limit!” You explained in a tired tone as he set the hand held weights on the ground that he was holding previously to take a sip of his water.

“Cool. We can head out now if you want.” Mike suggested, not wanting to make you wait around for him.

You shook your head. “It’s no problem! I’ll wait in the lounge area and relax while you do your thing. Besides,” You made a sly expression. “You look so attractive working out!”

“Shut up!” Mike said immediately. He looked down at the weights beneath his feet as you laughed and walked away. A smile spread across his face.

— Not to mention, he’s your biggest cheerleader too! Sure, you two do friendly banter a lot, and he’ll tease you with nicknames but never will ill intentions or to put you down in anyway. He’s aware of your achievements and your talents. As much as he doesn’t always take compliments, he loves to give them.

— He’s a gentlemen, through and through. Opening the doors for you, giving you his coat/jacket if you’re ever cold, walking on the side closest to the road whenever you two are on a sidewalk, ect.

— Till this day, you always feel a bit fuzzy inside for all the little things he does, but to him these are just acts that are same old, same old to him. It’s his love language, and how he expresses his affection!

— Another way he expresses his affection, is through physical touch. Not in a crazy way like “I need to kiss you all day and basically be in your skin.” but he likes that subtle physical touch. Not saying that he doesn’t like to kiss you, because trust me he does.

— He likes just being side by side with you, just the warmth and the closeness is nice to him. It used to have him flustered being so close to a girl he really likes, but now that you two are married, it’s not a stress to him anymore.

— He thinks being side by side is great, it’s easier to talk to you that way, and let’s him get a look at you closely. Let’s him take notice of the gloss that is shining on your lips, or the way your eyelashes may be curled more than usual, things like that. If you two are in a booth at a restaurant, you bet he’s gonna slide in the booth right next to you, instead of across.

— Hand holding is a big thing for him too. He holds your hands no matter how he’s feeling. It brings him a sense of comfort. He isn’t a huge PDA person, but he likes the little sweet things like that.

It was a starry night as you and Mike sat side by side, in front of a backyard campfire while talking to a couple of friends. Autumn was rolling in and nights were becoming colder. Everyone had a warm drink or a beer in hand, reminiscing about anything and everything with each other. Just having a good time.

“Scooch closer.” Mike complained to you quietly, not wanting to interrupt the conversation that your friends were having. “You’re shivering like a chihuahua!”

“I can’t help it!” You muttered before coming in closer. The both of you were bundled up in some jackets, but after basking in the summer sun for months, the new coldness of this season is gonna take some getting used to. As you moved in closer to him, he moved a bit on the bench himself and stuck one of your hands into his warm pockets. You thought how sweet of this was of him, and how come men always get warmer and thicker clothing then ladies do??

You smiled up at him as you leaned your head on his shoulder. Sharing his warmth and listening in on your friend’s conversations.

— Everyone always talks about how you and Mike are both clowns. Always dropping jokes in any situation and matching each other’s energy. You and Mike aren’t at a function if you two aren’t laughing or making clever quips about something.

— You just can’t help yourselves. You guys don’t try to present yourselves as being inconsiderate, but that’s just how you guys are wired!

— Most the time it goes that Mike says something witty, and you laugh about it and have to finish it off. He than eggs it on and it’s just loose from there. Some people don’t know that you and Mike were friends before your relationship, and still are now. He says till this day you’re his best friend.

— It’s already enough that you two have inside jokes, like if something happens and you two give each other the look, then start busting out laughing. It’s a common occurrence. People either love it or hate it and that’s not y’all’s fault!

— Joking around and the occasional gossip is how you to spend quality time together. Which is another one of his love languages.

— The down side about this is, a lot of times you two will have to go through a long distance relationship. He’s an actor and they demand him to be in many places at once. You don’t like it, and neither does he, but you make it work.

— The two of you video chat all the time when he’s away. You talk about each other’s days and experiences, whether it’s meaningless or not.

— Whenever he’s away, you guys gossip and do skincare stuff over the phone. Mostly it’s you doing your skincare while he’s just watching you talk. He’s still involved in the conversation though!

— Although he loves when you come and visit him whenever he’s away, he loves it most when he’s home. Mike is very much a homebody, he likes staying in and not having to go out super often.

— In his earlier years, he was really career focused and hardly had any time to relax and take a moment in. Now that that he’s older, and still working, he’s not afraid to wind down sometimes and take a break.

— He definitely rubbed off on you, because you enjoy staying in now too. Cuddled up together watching TV, or cooking together in the kitchen while some jazz music plays, it’s the dream.

— Of course, you two don’t mind getting dolled up and fancy to go out somewhere exciting, but the best moments are at home where you’re comfortable.

— Just Him, You, and his dog Austin. (Sorry, You’re gonna have to be a dog person!) Just relaxing in a cozy townhouse, watching movies.

— Since Mike has quite a bit of following, and has made a career of himself. The press and his fans are aware that he’s married.

— We’re all aware how Mike isn’t a social media user, or doesn’t speak much about himself to the press because he likes to keep his life private. Yet, that doesn’t make you two a secret. He just doesn’t want all your business out there.

“Welcome Mike!” The interviewer greeted happily to to the actor over the screen. “Thank you for joining us today, how’ve you been?”

Mike was scheduled for a video interview, even though covid wasn’t as hectic now, he still likes to be safe and doesn’t wish to travel as much if he doesn’t have to. Plus, video chatting is becoming more normalized now. “Hi, thank you for having me and I’m doing great.”

“Good, are you finally back home with your family and all that?” The interviewer questioned.

“Yeah, I just arrived back from London, two weeks ago? Although I love working but I love to be home too. To see my family, friends, and get back to my wife and such.” Mike explained. He wouldn’t say he would get homesick, because of how passionate he is about what he does, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t home greatly.

The interviewer smiled a great deal. “Yes, I totally get that! I can see the photo of what I think— is you and your wife, in the back?”

Mike looked over his shoulder to see a photo frame on the console table behind him. It was decked out in small photos as well as some decorations that were relevant to the season, all by you of course. He reached behind him to bring the photo frame up close to his laptop screen.

“Yeah this is us right here. This is one of the photos from our wedding.” He pointed out. Showing off the photo closer a bit before setting it back down to where it was.

“That’s so cute! How long have you two been married? If you don’t mind me asking.” The interviewer inquired.

“About a year now. It feels like only a few months honestly. Time flies for sure.” Mike chuckled a bit. The interviewer chuckled alongside him.

“Especially when you’re in love! Time going fast is a great thing.” The interviewer added.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

— He doesn’t nor ever want to hide the fact that he’s taken. He’s proud of his relationship with you and if people don’t like that, then that’s their problem.

— If you have a wide social media following (In case you are celebrity!) than you don’t hide the fact you’re together either. If this is the case, fans actually adore you because you’re the one posting him, providing the fans some content.

— But, if you’re like him and not a celebrity, or even someone who likes to have your life on the down low, then that’s fine too. He doesn’t need for you to post him to feel some validation.

— Overall, he’s a great husband to have. He’d do anything for you and is grateful that he’s yours. He wouldn’t want to have you any other way. <3

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welcome back! just some simple domestic fluff with mike faist and famous reader! get to this whenever you feel like it! lots of love<3

thank you for the kindness! <3

i’ve missed writing for mike! also have you guys seen the new challengers trailer AHHHHH IM SO EXCITED IT LOOKS SO GOOD!!! i have a few challengers themed mike stories in my inbox/drafts, so expect those somewhat soon ;)

also it’s been a long time since i’ve written a fluff fic, so sorry if this sucks lol

fem reader x mike faist

warnings: anxiety and mentions of depression

Worthy

•

you loved nearly everything about your life. being an actress, singer, and now a writer has given you more confidence than anything else.

you started as an actress. ever since you were little, you would put on shows for your entire family with costumes and scripts. they weren’t simple either; you would perform full dramatic monologues, emotional scenes, and romantic moments with your stuffed animals. your mom didn’t have to hesitate putting you into acting classes.

into your teen years, you booked commercials and small roles in children’s shows. then, right when you turned eighteen, you got your big break when you gained a major role in a movie alongside some of hollywood’s biggest stars, directed by none other than steven spielberg.

from there, business offers and acting gigs flew in. everything seemed to be happening all at once. it was all so overwhelming. but fame is what you wanted, right?

that’s what you thought, at least. as a child, you glamorized the picturesque hollywood starlight life. you wanted everything from the glitz to the glam. you didn’t realize that being famous came with this sense of dread that one wrong move could end your entire career. you felt unworthy of being in the spotlight all the time. so, in order to keep those intrusive thoughts from rearing their ugly heads, you kept so busy that not even a single thought could even cross your mind.

you knew you could sing, and you began writing songs and releasing music. you even went on a north american tour. then, when the tour slowed down, you wrote a novel. you kept so busy that you lost track of who you really were. what you felt you were meant to do.

sure, you had success and had more connections and fans than anyone could dream of. but what did it matter when you felt so alone?

you began closing yourself off. the limelight was making you anxious, and you couldn’t bring yourself to be seen in public in the state you were in. it all felt so hopeless. you considered living of the grid and going incognito in order to escape the expectations placed on you. for months, you stayed as hidden as possible, and it only made things worse.

being a long time friend of steven spielberg at this point, he sent you a personal invite to the premiere his new film west side story. you almost threw the invite in the trash. the thought of going out on a red carpet again and seeing all of these faces with bright, flashing cameras was out of the equation for you. yet, you missed the feeling of being dolled up. you missed feeling pretty.

when the big night came, seeing yourself in the dress that you had picked out didn’t feel real. you felt like you and not you all at the same time. your mind was conflicted; you knew the glam of hollywood was what made you happy, but since it had been so long since you have felt that way, you felt oddly out of body.

it was a long, off white dress with a leg slit and a completely open back. the dress had sleeves that stopped just below your shoulders, and it hugged your body tightly but not uncomfortably. your wavy hair fell onto your shoulders neatly in a half up half down, your curtain bangs framing your face. for the makeup, you tried to keep it relatively natural, and you didn’t want to draw too many eyes. you paired the look with some heels and a purse.

looking in the mirror, you tried your hardest to feel positive. you looked beautiful, you felt beautiful, yet something still felt wrong. maybe it was because you had no one by your side if you got anxious. as far as you knew, you would know one person there.

the car sent to pick you up took you on a ride through new york as your heart rate quickened. when you arrived at the scene, the bright lights and red carpet gave you chills.

after walking into the crowd, it didn’t take long to find steven. he pulled you aside into a fatherly hug. it felt good to be near someone as familiar as him.

“Y/N, long time no see!” he said excitedly as you hugged him.

“it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” you replied, pulling away.

“what have you been up to? knowing you, i’m sure it’s something great!”

you smiled, trying to create a facade. “oh, you know, a little bit of this and a little bit of that,” you said while nervously laughing. you couldn’t tell steven spielberg that you’ve been in a slump and that the most productive part of your day is waking up and making something to eat.

“i’m excited to see whatever you have up your sleeve,” he said, going to your side and taking your arm. “now, there’s someone i’d like you to meet.”

he guided you through the crowds, and you kept close to him. everything was becoming overwhelming.

you approached a man with his back turned to you. “Y/N, meet mike faist. you two could have a lot to talk about.”

the man turned around, and the first thing you noticed about him was that his eyes seemed to be glowing. they were brighter and bluer than anything you’d ever seen. they were absolutely stunning. upon further inspection, you realized that you recognized him from the posters for the movie, and knew he was playing riff.

he smiled at you, almost as enthralled with you as you were with him. he held out a hand, and you took it gently to shake it. you hoped he didn’t feel the sweat building on your palms. “Y/N L/N, it’s lovely to meet you.”

you grew flustered. “how’d you know my last name?”

mike looked taken aback. “doesn’t everyone?” your smile fell slightly, and mike noticed. “i’m a big fan of your work. your songs, your movies, and i recently started reading your book too. you’re amazing at everything you do.”

steven patted your shoulder before walking away, leaving you with mike. mike had a presence about him that made you feel welcomed and seen. it’s been a while since you felt that way.

“so, mike, what else have you been in?” you asked, wanting to know more about his work. he knew so much about yours, and you felt a little embarrassed that you didn’t know more about him.

he smiled and looked down. “i was a newsie in newsies on broadway, and i covered jack kelly. i played connor murphy in dear evan hansen on broadway, i was in a tv show called panic, and a lot of other stage and film work.”

you nodded, squinting your eyes slightly. “you know, i’ve seen both of those shows on broadway, and i didn’t realize until just now that that was you.”

he laughed. “am i not memorable?”

you giggled in return. “i don’t think it’s that. i just think i’m missing a little part of my brain.”

you and mike continued to talk about your respective careers. you noticed that he was so easy to talk to, and that he listened to and hung onto every word that you would say. it gave you butterflies, and you wondered what was wrong with you.

sadly, you remembered you’re at mike’s movie premiere and he had to do interviews and talk to other people besides you. you could tell he wanted to stay with you, but knew he had other obligations. before he left, he said, “we’ll see each other again before the night is through.”

you’ve had plenty of men try and charm you, with the efforts always falling flat. you’re no stranger to keeping your feelings under control and learning to not date in hollywood. it was too easy to be played by the wrong guys. but, your heart was telling you something different about mike. he made you more nervous and giddy than anyone else ever had and you barely knew him. you started to forget about the fact that you’ve been a hermit battling with your mental health for the last few months.

you caught up with a few old friends from the industry that you had recognized in the crows before it was time to go to a private screening of the film.

you watched as everyone funneled into seats in the theater next to their plus ones and friends. you stood back, scoping the area for empty seats. you felt frozen as all the seats seemed to fill.

“follow me,” a voice said close to your ear before taking your hand and walking with you down the rows of seats. you noticed it was mike and you smiled to yourself.

he took you close to the screen, but not too close, and sat down with you. you sighed. “thanks for saving me back there, i was getting stressed.”

mike tilted his head. “you’re from around here. you’re used to red carpets and screenings, aren’t you? i didn’t think this would stress out someone as experienced as you.”

he was right, it shouldn’t have stressed you out. you were so used to hiding away for so long that this all felt new to you again like it did when you were eighteen.

mike noticed your expression change, and he turned to you. “i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have said anything. but you’re worrying me a bit, is everything okay?”

you tried to brush it off. “i’m fine now, really. crowds just get me anxious-”

“i’m not just talking about tonight,” mike said, leaning in towards you. “the world has caught onto your unprecedented disappearance from the public eye. that can never mean anything good. are you sure you’re okay?”

you bit your lip, holding back tears. it was one thing to keep everything to yourself and pack it away and never confront what you’re actually going through, but to hear someone else say it put it into perspective for you. you had completely lost track of your vision and goal in life. you had lost track of you.

mike put his hand on your leg comfortingly, taking the silence and the glossy tears hidden in your eyes as a sign that you weren’t okay. the silent support he sent was exactly what you needed in that moment. a stranger was the person you least expected to comfort you.

before you could both think to say anything else, steven appeared at the front of the crowd and gave a speech, followed by the showing of the movie. every time mike appeared on the screen, you got chills. he was amazing. his performance made you hate riff yet feel some kind of empathy for him. that was due to mike’s spellbinding performance.

occasionally, you would feel mike’s eyes glance at you when important scenes came up. it’s almost as if he wanted to see your reaction. he wanted your approval.

then, after two and a half short hours, the movie ended, and the theater erupted in applause. everyone stood on their feet and you did the same, small tears running down your cheeks. you looked at mike, and his smile dropped when he saw you.

“why are you crying?” he asked.

you sniffled. “it was so amazing. you were so amazing.”

mike turned red, and he reached down to envelope you in probably the best hug you’ve ever had. he had the widest grin, and it wasn’t just from the movie.

you and mike traded numbers, and from that night on, you became inseparable.

*

mike awoke something in you that hadn’t been seen in a long time. he made you feel inspired at motivated and comfortable. you hid yourself away from the world in fear that the public would turn on you, twist your words into something far from the truth. mike dispelled those feelings for you; you felt like yourself again around him.

after the night at the premiere, mike made the first move in wanting to talk to you. you face timed each other for hours each night, staying awake into the early hours of the morning just talking about anything and everything.

you went out for a coffee date a week after the premiere, and it seemed clear to both of you that there was more to be discovered than just a friendship.

as you were walking through central park with mike, keeping your head slightly down as to not attract any unwanted eyes, you boldly brushed your hand against his, letting it linger for a moment. his hand moved away, but creeped back into place when he realized what you were doing. he slowly grazed his finger tips against yours as he walked, and he reached his fingers out and your hand fit neatly into his. you continued to hold hands for the rest of your walk.

when you arrived back at your apartment, you both sat down on the couch, your bodies turned inwards to face each other.

“i feel like i’ve know you my whole life, but its only been a week,” you said quietly, looking into his eyes.

mike smiled lightly. “i’ve never clicked this fast with anyone.”

you both paused, and mike hesitated before he spoke again. “can i ask you a question?”

you nodded, and he went on.

“there’s always been so much speculation about your love life in the media, and dating rumors and whatnot. i don’t like believing anything the media says, but i want to hear it straight from you.”

you smiled to yourself. the media liked to pull things that weren’t actually there and make up stories for fun. you’ve never actually had a real date since you’ve been in the business, let alone a relationship.

“i haven’t found anyone worthy yet.”

mike nodded, scooting closer to you. you could tell he was aiming to put his arm around you, but hesitated to see your reaction. you leaned in, telling him without words that it was okay, and he rested his arm around your shoulder as you laid close to each other. you immediately felt comfortable under his arm.

“i admire you, Y/N. i always have. i like that you know what you want, and that you know yourself. that’s a really great quality to have.”

you blushed, but your happiness faltered. you leaned your head back on his arm. “yeah, i guess. too bad i haven’t felt that way recently.”

mike looked at you, frowning. “why? if you don’t mind me asking.”

you weren’t typically the one to open up quickly to strangers. but mike felt different. he wasn’t going to judge, or make you feel bad about yourself. he was comforting.

“i’ve hid myself away from the world because i’m scared. i’m so insanely scared of messing up and having the whole world turn on me. so, i did the only thing i could think to do. i locked myself away in hopes that it would help,” you giggled nervously. “it didn’t do shit.”

you were smiling at your own misfortune, but mike stayed somber. “i’m sorry, Y/N, that’s awful.”

you shrugged. “yeah, but i did it to myself.”

mike sat up, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. you froze under his touch. “the world needs your brilliance. don’t be afraid, there’s so many people ready to guide you and protect you from anyone trying to take you down. i’m here for you, i promise.”

you bit your lip, unable to say words. mike was so incredibly kind. all you could do was whisper a thank you.

mike put his arm back around you, and you leaned into the couch together. “if there’s anything i can do to help, let me know,” he said quietly.

you leaned your head on his shoulder, looking up at him. “you already have.”

mike smiled, turning red. “you’re cute.”

you felt complete. you hadn’t known mike for that long, but he filled a part of your soul that had been gone for a while. he made you feel liked again when you couldn’t like yourself.

you sat up and looked at him. your faces were only a few inches apart. at the same time, you leaned in, and your lips grazed each other before interlocking. it felt euphoric.

you pulled away, remaining close, and you smiled at each other. “you’re the most talented person i’ve ever met,” you whispered to him.

mike lightly placed his hand under your chin. “that means a lot coming from you. i love everything you do.”

you leaned in again, feeling your old self coming back again. you felt renewed. mike made you feel like the star you are again.

you rested your forehead on his. “thank you.”

mike tilted his head slightly. “for what?”

“for making me feel worthy again.”

mike smiled lightly, then gave you a short but sweet kiss. “never forget that you’re beautiful and wanted.”

a small tear escaped your eye. mike was everything you needed. you almost felt in denial that someone like him could be making you feel this way because you were so used to men not valuing you. you were moving fast with mike, but it felt right. you were never one to believe in love at first sight, but this was pretty damn close.

you leaned into his side again, and his hand rested on the back of your head. you could get used to this.

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Riff + "I don't really know how to dance..." || "It's never too late to learn" ?? x

I rewatched WSS today and ngl it feels good to return to writing Riff

Still accepting blurb requests! - Open to new characters!!

Fluff 5 - " I don't really know how to dance..." || "It's never too late to learn"

"You know, normally people actually... you know dance at a dance, girly girl."

Y/N smiled shyly at her friend. Riff had come over to where she had huddled herself into the corner of the gym, hoping to let the eyes of her peers pass over her. She should've known Riff wouldn't be able to do that, considering it was he who had spent the better part of the last few weeks trying to convince her to take a night off of work to attend the dance.

"I'm just having a drink," Y/N lifted the cup of punch to emphasise her point. Something fluttered in her chest at the slight eye roll it garnered from Riff, who folded his arms and leaned against the wall beside her.

"Well I'm sure by now you're nice and hydrated and ready to take the dance floor by storm, right doll?" He teased, eyebrows raising.

Y/N chuckled, forcing herself to look away from his eyes, determined not to get caught out staring. It was just... it was rare to see Riff in a state of such - for lack of a better term - cleanliness. Y/N was used to seeing her friend covered in paint or dust from his scuffles with both his fellow Jets and the Sharks.

And the jacket he was wearing this evening didn't have a single hole ripped into it. A shocking feat, if you were to ask Y/N.

Basically, what she was trying to say was that Riff cleaned up well. And Y/N wasn't really sure how to respond to that.

"I don't have a partner," Y/N denied, pretending to find something particularly interesting about the wood patterning of the gym floor, tracing the lines with the toe of her shoe. Anything to avoid the disbelieving look Riff was directing towards her.

"That's a load of horseshit," Riff finally burst out with a scoff. Y/N risked a glance at his blue eyes just in time to watch him roll them yet again. "I'm right here, girly girl. Aren't I?"

And... yes. Y/N supposed Riff was right there. For almost a month now she and her childhood friend had been skirting the borders between friendship and... something more. Stemming from a night of too much stolen beer, where they had ended up stealing away from the Jets - not overly secretively, if their whoops and hollers were anything to go by at the time - and Riff had pressed her up against a wall in an alleyway and-

Well... Y/N could feel the heat crawling up her neck at the memory and she suppressed a shiver.

Since then, things had changed between them. Riff would walk her home from work more often, he'd pull her onto his lap when they were talking, he'd wind an arm around her waist if he thought she was getting a little too comfortable with any of the other Jets.

A couple more stolen kisses here and there, too. But Riff hadn't said anything. Hadn't done anything to indicate that he actually wanted something more than... the casual-more-than-friendship thing that they had going on.

At least, that had been true up until he had started harassing her about coming to the dance. And if the intense look he was giving her was anything to go by, Y/N was getting the feeling that had been Riff trying to make it.. something official.

Though, Y/N had apparently taken too long to formulate a response to Riff's blatant invite. Because the leader was clearing his throat, pushing himself more upright and it was he avoiding her eyes now. Y/N could have sworn she saw a dusting of pink across his cheeks.

"Or - I mean I'm sure any of the Jets would dance with you if you asked. No need to have one partner."

Riff went as though to move away, but Y/N reached out to catch her fingers in his sleeve before he could get too far.

"I didn't mean it like that," she whispered. Riff cocked his head to the side, questioning. "I do want to dance with you, Jet Boy. I promise. It's just... I don't really know how to dance?" She offered, forcing herself to meet Riff's eyes.

A slow smirk made its way across his face, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he showed his amusement. And then Riff plucked the cup out of her hand, placing it on a nearby table and presenting Y/N with his hand in a dramatic flourish that had Y/N grinning.

"It's never too late to learn, girly girl."

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Saying Goodbye

A/N: 18+ It's been a hot minute since I've posted anything and I honestly have no excuse. I'm working on a new chapter of Do Over but for now here's some good ol' Riff smut to tie you over - a little naughty and a little nice. enjoy!

Masterlist

“Riff, please,” I groaned out. He was tracing his fingers delicately along my hips, tracing the waistband of my panties.

“Maybe I want to take my time,” he whispered into my ear before softly grazing my neck with his lips. “This could be the last time I see ya, don’t rush me.” He began to place kisses on my collar bone causing me to moan in pleasure. 

It was true, Riff was going to some stupid rumble with the Jets later tonight. As much as I missed him and hated him fighting, I looked forward to saying goodbye, he was different with goodbyes. I could see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice that he would miss me. He always touched me like he didn’t want to let go and selfishly I wish he didn’t. I felt him finally slip his hand over my heat and my eyes closed instinctually at the contact.

“How are you this wet, babe? I’ve hardly touched you,” I didn’t need to look at him to know he was smirking. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I started to run my fingers through his hair. “You never make it easy to leave.” 

“I don’t want it to be easy for you to leave,” I said in almost a teasing tone. I opened my eyes, finally looking deep into his blue ones, “Do they really need you tonight? I’m sure Ice can handle it,” I added with a pout.

He let out a low chuckle, “You know I gotta go, but fuck girly you make a good point.” He moved a finger over my clit and my breathing hitched. “Especially when I have you like this underneath me. You’re such a good girl.” His lips returned to my neck but his kisses were more rough than before. Kisses turned into nibbles which turned into biting and it wasn’t long till I was a moaning mess.

“You’re going to leave marks.”

“That’s the goal babe,” he leaned back smiling and placed his free hand on my neck, tracing the love bites he gave me. “Gotta mark my territory doll, need to make sure everyone knows you’re mine while I’m gone.”

I felt Riff begin to dance his fingers over my folds and a moan escaped my lips. It wasn’t long before he tore off my panties leaving me naked on his bed. Pulling himself off me, he stood up at the edge of the bed and scanned my body with his eyes, taking in every curve and mark on my body. I started to get an overwhelming self conscience feeling and reached for the blankets, only to have them ripped away. 

“No way am I letting you cover up.” His voice was stern but his eyes were still soft, “I’m trying to look at ya, you're too beautiful to hide from me princess.” I felt my face heat up at his words, and tried to cover my face with my hands. “Hey hey hey,” he said, taking my hands in his, “what did I just say.”

I giggled, “Stop staring at me.” I playfully hit his chest, sitting up.

“No,” he said quickly, pushing me back down on the bed. I watched as he undid his belt, “You’re all mine and I’ll stare if I wanna.” He pulled his jeans down his body, followed by his boxers, causing his member to spring free, already hard. I couldn’t help but gasp at the sight, “Now who's starring?”

He climbed back ontop of me, “are you going to come and fuck me now?” I questioned him, making him shake his head in disbelief.

“Listen to you, miss goodie two shoes begging to be fucked by some gang leader.” His voice was dripping with arrogance, he knew he had me right where he wanted me. I let out a moan, as I felt him line his cock up at my entrance. He slowly thrust into me, causing another moan to spill from my lips. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling us even closer together as his pace picked up. 

“That’s it, beautiful,” he cooed looking down at me. “You take my cock so well.” I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling his member push deeper into my wet pussy with each thrust and tilted my head back in euphoria. He took this as an opportunity to pepper my neck with his warm kisses, taking his time to suck harshly on my sweet spot before moving up to my ear.

“Move with me baby,” Riff moved his hand to gently grip my neck and I obeyed, moving my hips to match his. A groan of pleasure left his lips and all I wanted was to hear it again. 

“Maybe I could be on top tonight?” I asked quietly, looking up at him through my eyelashes. He met my look with a devilish smirk before connecting our lips once again. I took that as a yes and pushed him back with my hand lightly. Taking my cue, he flipped us over expertly, without breaking our kiss. 

I repositioned myself a little so I was straddling him, finally disconnecting our lips so I could look into his sea coloured eyes. He stayed silent but his smirk had returned as he watched my movements. I slowly ran my hands down his chest, scratching him slightly in the process. 

“I’m going to miss you,” I said fake pouting at him. “I want to make sure my man feels like a king tonight.” I bit my lip looking down at him and watched his eyes turn to a dark grey and fill with lust. I slowly began to bounce on him and was met with a moan of approval.

“Fuck princess,” His hands found my hips and he gripped tightly. He began to help my movements and bounce me on his big cock. “You’re giving me the best view in the world.”

He began to match my movements and thrust back with force. I did everything I could to not come undone right then and there. He could tell and it only made him move faster. 

“You wanna cum for me, beautiful?” His words were sweet like candy. “I want to feel you soak me before I have to leave.” Feeling a little brave, I rolled my hips earning another moan.

“On one condition,” I reached down and grabbed one of his hands, bringing it up to my lips and placing a sweet kiss on his palm before biting gently on one of his digits. 

“Anything.”

“Fill me before you go.” I watched his smirk grow. “I want to feel you cum deep inside me daddy please?” 

“Aw, is that what you want, princess?” His tone was almost mocking but all I could do was nod. His movements grew fast and sloppy as obscenities spilled from his lips. I quickly became a moaning mess. “You’re such a little slut for me.” 

“I can’t help it daddy,” I moaned out, leaning down to kiss him sweetly. “It’s what you do to me. I’m all yours.”

That was all Riff needed to hear as I felt him release inside of me, triggering my own orgasm. The room became filled with our moans and heavy breathing as I collapsed on top of his chest. He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead as he pulled out slowly. He carefully rolled me off of him and on to my side, making me groan at the loss of contact.

“Sorry princess,” he chuckled lowly, removing himself from the bed. He began to put on his clothes and I sat up to watch him. “I gotta get goin’.” He mocked my over exaggerated pout and pulled me in for another kiss.

“I wish you’d stay,” I whispered quietly, one last attempt to keep him here with me. 

“Don’t you worry doll,”  he said, connecting our foreheads. “There’s nothing in this world that will keep me from coming back home to you.”

#riff west side story #smut #wss #mike faist fanfiction #mike faist #west side story #daddy #riff smut #mike faist smut

[emcilly]

mike faist please have mercy on my soul😭 HE LOOKS TOO GOOD I CANT DO THIS PRESS TOUR

#mike faist #mike faist imagine #mike faist fanfiction #challengers #challengers 2024

[misguidedswagger]

How You and Connor Met & Started Dating [Headcannons]

a/n: hi! i know its been a while since i’ve posted but i’ve been super busy! this has been in the drafts in a while, but i’ve finally had the time to finish it! and yes, ik, shut up obviously this isn’t connor, but just pretend it is. enjoy the headcannons! sorry for the shitty ending lmao

You were a transfer student to Connor's school, as your parents had just gotten new jobs in the area your senior year.

You were in the main entrance, trying to find your way to your homeroom

You were staring at the paper in your hands when you heard an annoying voice say something really rude to someone else, whether it was a joke or not "Very school shooter chic, Connor."

You flew forward before you even realized, "You're an asshole! You don't just say things like that to people!" The boy with the long hair opened his mouth to say something, but you spoke before he could.

"Woah, who's the new kid?" The asshole replied, looking you up and down, "You another freak too? Lovely." He said before walking away

You turned back to the boy you had defended, but he had shrunken into himself. "Hey, are you-"

He flicked his head up to you and yelled at you, “I don’t need saving!” 

And with that, he stormed off, leaving you alone

You were caught off guard, but weren’t too upset. He had a point, he never asked you to step in 

You were only trying to be nice.

Eventually, you found your way to homeroom

You walked up to the teacher and let him know you were the new student

He sat you all the way in the back

Next to Connor

You sat in the seat and began pulling out all your supplies needed for class

Class was pretty uneventful, but you tried your best to pay attention, it was your first day, after all.

In the middle of the lesson, you felt something hit you.

You looked down the piece of paper that had hit you and you looked in the direction it came from, seeing Connor staring out the window

You opened the paper ball and smiled softly at it,

“Thanks.”

You took a pen of a different ink color and wrote a response before you threw it behind you

You didn’t look at Connor, but you could hear the crinkling of the paper 

Before it could make its way back to you, the bell rang. You packed up your belongings before standing up and turning around to face Connor who was awkwardly standing there with the paper ball

“How do you know my name? Did you learn it just to see me freak out? Just so you can see Connor Murphy go crazy? Just like everyone else?” He demanded, moving frantically.

You shook your head and held your hands up defensively, “No, no. I heard that jerk use it early, You don’t have to worry about though. I just want to be friends, I promise.”

He hesitated before a scowl rested on his face, “Liar.” He walked out of the class before you chased after him and grabbed his sleeve

He stopped and looked down at you in surprise, “You’re still following me? Why?”

“Because I want to be friends, Connor! How can I convince you I’m telling you the truth?

He grimaced at you before glancing away for a moment, “What’s your name?”

“Well, my name is Y/n, but you can-”

“Your new name is dork. Where’s your next class, dork?”

He took your schedule and looked over it

“Cool. I have this next class too. Wanna walk together?”

You nodded gratefully, smiling. “I would love that.”

You could’ve sworn he had a small smile on his face before he wiped his mouth and it was gone

Connor had walked with you to your next class and made sure to sit next to you and distract you the whole period with drama about everyone, and who they were. 

“The asshole from earlier was Jared Kleinman. Truly a dickhead if I’ve ever seen one.”

“I agree. I’m so sorry about earlier. You don’t deserve that.” You placed a comforting hand on Connor’s and his hand darted away from yours. He averted his gaze and you retracted your hand

After a moment of quiet, “Is it always like this for you?

You were a little nervous for the answer 

“Yeah.” 

You had never felt so awful for another person in your life.

“Connor, I-”

“What is this about for you? Why are you being nice to me? You have no reason to be. It’s probably because I’m just the weird-”

You obviously weren’t getting through to him, and that wasn’t his fault. This boy was so damaged and it seemed he’d never been treated well

You did the first thing you could think of and you grabbed his hand and held it with both of your hands, causing him to stop speaking halfway through his sentence 

He stopped speaking and accepted your touch, not knowing how else to react, 

You stayed like that the rest of class, no more words being exchanging, only your touch on one another.

The bell had eventually rung and you two had let go to put away your things 

Connor had waited for you, his hands by his sides as watched put your stuff away

You stood up and shyly held out your pinky for him to hook his onto

He shyly accepted and the two of you walked to your next class

You were so grateful to have the same schedule as Connor

You had two more classes before lunch, but after them, you happily pulled the tall boy with you to a table in the corner 

You placed your stuff down and grabbed his hand once again, taking him in line with you

He kept his eyes on your hands, hyper focusing on that, pretending he didn’t hear the whispers about him and you. 

You heard the whispers, but ignored them. You got your food after a while before turning to Connor, “Don’t listen to those assholes. They don’t know how sweet or awesome you are.” 

He offered a smile before looking down sadly and sitting in his designated spot across from you

“No, they’re right. You shouldn’t be hanging out with me, I’m a fucking freak.” 

You grabbed his hand and held it tightly, “You are not a freak, Connor. Please trust me when I tell you that.” You frowned 

He gave you a look, his eyes were sad and yet he had a small smile on his face, “Thank you, Y/n.” 

“Thought my new name was dork, Con?” 

“Oh? Already moving to a nickname for me, dork?” He teased, causing you to roll your eyes and smile 

For the entirety of lunch, the two of you got to know each other. Connor told you about the bullying and how bad it could get, and you listened attentively. 

You squeezed his hand tight, “You are never alone, Con. Promise. I’m always here for you.” You swore, causing him to squeeze your hand tightly

Weeks later

You and Connor had become inseparable or the last few weeks, telling each other everything, always hanging out outside of school 

The Murphy’s loved you, trying to have you over as much as possible

Though, sometimes it got a little overwhelming, so you and Connor would duck into his room, or back to your house

Your family loved Connor too, they wanted him over as much as possible.

Connor had told you and your family about how bad it could get over there sometimes, so your doors were always open to him 

One day though, you weren’t feeling too great because of allergies, so you decided to stay home for the day. 

You shot your best friend a text, ‘not feelin’ the best. staying home td. don’t miss me 2 much lol’

Connor didn’t answer, but you were pretty sure he saw the message. 

An hour or so later, there was a sharp rap on the door and you ran to it, looking out the peephole

A jittery Connor stood outside the door and you swung it open, he flew into your arms almost knocking you over

You stumbled but gained your composure, rubbing his back as you held him as close as you could 

“Woah, hey, what happened?” You asked the boy

He said nothing but pulled a folded up piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to you

You unfolded it and read it quickly, gasping in surprise at the fact that the letter stated how much Evan Hansen liked Zoe Murphy, Connor’s sister.

“He just printed it out to see me freak out. He just wanted to have an excuse to tell the world CONNOR MURPHY IS A FUCKING FREAK!” 

You shook your head and held his face gently in your hands, causing him to freeze and look down at you “What are you-”

“Hey, I’ve got you. Listen to me, Con, I’m sure that wasn’t what he was trying to do. Had he been trying to talk to you while you were in there?”

He went silent for a moment, “I-well, no, but--”

You gave him a look saying, “See?”

He sighed heavily and buried his face in your neck, 

“I was so scared, Y/n. I was going to do something awful.”

Your face paled and your heart rate sped up

He was getting better. You knew it.

But, this was a step in the right direction.

He trusted you enough to confide in you, so he did

“Connor...What were you going to do?”

And immediately after you asked, the tall boy crumpled into your arms, causing you to frown deeply and lead the two of you towards the couch

Connor told you explicitly how he planned to wait until his whole family was out to attempt, and you couldn’t help the tears that began to spill from your eyes. 

“Con, no...” You sniffed and held him close

At first he didn’t reciprocate like normal 

Of course he was wary of anyone’s touch, other than yours

But this felt different somehow

It felt like there was more weight to it. 

Connor nervously wrapped his arms around you and finally returned the hug

“Connor, you mean the world to me, I can’t lose you, especially when I’ve only known you for such a short time. I can’t lose you ever.”

The words rung around Connor’s head like a bell and he couldn’t stop himself from acting on his impulses

He pulled you from his shoulder and cupped your face, kissing you deeply. 

Shocked, you kissed him back, your arms flying around his neck

He suddenly pulled away after a few minutes, a look of concern welded on his face, “I’m so sorry, Y/n. Fuck! You probablly think I’m some fucking weirdo creep, just like-”

You laid a hand on his cheek and his little ramble ceased, 

“What I actually think, is that it’s about time.” 

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[pusssyteeth]

Why have I yet to see a spicy Dodge Mason fanfic in which you take his cowboy hat? Seriously writers, step up ur game.

(If you don't know what stealing a cowboy's hat and putting it on ur head means plz look it up. So much potential)

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[sxtvrns]

to reunite and resolve

🎶 now playing: don’t grow up too fast - grentperez

P: Connor Murphy x Fem!Reader

S: You were the one of the only people he called a friend. He wanted to call you more than that.

W: mentions of drug use, smoking, anxiety, cursing, sexual content, spoilers, short

N: Basing this off of Mike Faist’s Connor Murphy, because his version of Connor the one I envisioned while writing this. Some information is taken from the book adaptation of the musical. In the book, Connor explains that he is some form of LGBTQ+, yet it is never specified; hints of this are being used in this fic. this is super short and kinda shit LMAO

please interact if you enjoy!

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When he first threw that printer in second grade, you were the first thing he saw out of the corner of his eye. Everyone… well, almost everyone, looked at him in horror, screams so loud they could be heard from down the hall, besides Jared Kleinman, who said that the whole facade was so cool.

Some kids ran, some kids took cover, but you stood there with your mouth hanging open, gaze switching between Mrs. G and Connor. And to think the only reason for this was because he didn’t get to be line leader that day.

He couldn’t tell what you thought of him after that. There wasn’t a single thought behind your face that could determine whether you thought he was cool or you thought he was insane. But he resorted to the worst— you thinking he was a crazy maniac who had a breakdown only because he didn’t get what he wanted that day.

But no, that wasn’t the case. He sat down under a tree during recess one day, and you just so happened to be lurking on the other side of it. You peeked out, looking at the book he was reading. “Is that The Little Prince?” You ask, startling him. “Yeah. Why?”

“It was a bit sad, but I liked it. Which part are you on?”

“The part where he dies.”

Awkward.

“I’ve read this book 5 times.”

“So it’s your favourite?” He shrugs. “One of them.” You sit down next to him, eyes skimming over the words on the page. “I don’t like Mrs. G very much. She always finds something wrong in my work and points it out to the class,” you start, staring at Mrs. G who’s talking to a teacher far across the playground. “I don’t think you should do it again, but I thought that was cool.”

“What was cool?”

“When you threw that printer. Was it heavy?” He shakes his head. “You’re strong! That’s even cooler!”

He shuts his book with a quiet thump. “Shouldn’t you be talking to Lily over there? Or… Jane?” You shrug. “I don’t really have a group of friends. I talk to them and we’re friendly with each other, but… they don’t like the things I like. I don’t know– it seems like on some days they don’t like me and then other days they do. Maybe I’m just scared of that.”

“You’re lucky the printer didn’t hit Mrs. G. You’re even luckier you didn’t get in big trouble. I think that you were angry and you didn’t mean to hurt anyone.” He’s surprised by how well you manage to read him. He didn’t even know how he felt himself. It was an overwhelming feeling of rage that any six year old would have when things didn’t go their way, just that he approached it in a way that no one would believe a six year old would be able to do.

“Do you wanna see the books I’m reading later? You can borrow them if you’d like.” Connor looks at you and that stupid hopeful expression on your face, reluctantly nodding. He wasn’t one to turn down a read. He’d gotten sick of the rose hunting prince anyways.

Most kids in your class would rather go for the toys and playmat while the library picked up dust. Connor watched you every time you went to the little library in your room to pick up a book, always leaning over to see what you were reading. You seemed like one of the only avid readers in your class, not dozing off or merely flipping pages for convenience during silent reading. You really took your time in absorbing what was on the pages; sometimes he witnessed you even shed a tear.

From there, the two of you became good friends. Every partner project, you two would pair up. Every gym class, you’d be on the same team. If anything involved pairs, it would always be the two of you together, to the point where people started joking that you two were dating. Of course, you always brushed it off, but Connor seemed to think otherwise.

At the time, he couldn’t put his finger on what exactly he felt about you. He felt safe, happy, content. He also felt compassionate, open, and endearing. But years later, only when he went to Hanover and was in his first relationship, dealing with a multitude of emotional troubles, was when he realized what those feelings were.

Connor’s head rested on Miguel’s chest as he exhaled a puff of smoke. “She read a lot, sometimes I went over to her place, she always stayed by my side even thought she was made fun of, we’d trade lunches–“ He’s cut off by the sound of his friend chuckling. “Wow, you must’ve really liked her.”

“Huh?”

“I mean, I don’t think I’ve heard any guy in our entire school talk about a girl… not sexually.”

“That’s because we were in elementary. I wasn’t perverted.”

“Still, you blabber about her with such purity. Like a girl you really did love, even if you only were in the seventh grade. She seems nice. If you ever find her again, you should introduce her to me.” In the words that Miguel put it in, he was finally able to understand why he got so much more nervous around you. Why he’d scold himself for doing something moronic in front of you, unless that something made you laugh; he’d let out an internal sigh of relief.

Why he tended to defend you if someone teased you. Why he’d freeze up when your arm would brush against his. Why he’d always overthink about what you thought of him, knowing that you’d never leave his side. Instead, he left yours. He could see the hurt in your eyes after he told you he was moving schools and it almost made him want to stay just for you.

But knowing his parents, they wouldn’t understand why he’d change his mind so last minute.

Sometimes he didn’t understand why you stayed by his side. He knew you were somewhat of a fragile person, but watched you desensitize to those comments over the years.

Connor feels guilty talking about an old undetermined crush with a boy he was on indefinite terms with, but Miguel didn’t seem to mind. “I guess I did like her.” He squeezes Miguel’s hand, suddenly overwhelmed with disappointment. “And now I’ll never be able to see her again.”

“Didn’t you say you went to her place for projects and stuff? Couldn’t you pay her a visit?”

“What if she moved?”

Miguel scoffs. “Highly doubt it. What comes here, stays here.”

The suggestion played on loop in Connor’s head every day, even contemplating actually paying a visit. Yet he never owned up to it, until he was expelled and moved to a new school. Again.

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You rest your head on the desk, ignoring the homework reminders being given to the class. You stare blankly at the teacher through your hair, another boy coming into view that you hadn’t seen before.

His hair was brown, curly, and nearly reached his shoulders. He had defining cheekbones and painted nails, dark clothes and a messenger bag. A new student. A new student that you couldn’t help but think looked familiar to you, until you heard his name.

Connor Murphy.

He sat down in front of you, putting his bag to the side and kicking it under his desk. You wanted to talk to him, but it seemed like he didn’t recognize you either. Was it really him? The Connor Murphy who you sat under trees with, reading books and arguing about your favourite characters? The Connor Murphy who barely passed 4th grade?

“Connor…” You mutter a bit too loud, his head turned to side eye you. “What?” He replies, almost aggressively, his stare dark and hardening. You couldn’t believe it was him. But really, how many other Connor Murphy’s could there be in suburban New York?

He begins to turn away until you begin speaking. “Do you still read The Little Prince?” This time, he fully turns to you, eyes wide and no longer dull. “How many times have you read it since I’ve talked to you under that tree?” You smile, and Connor swears his heart stops. Out of pure shock, not attraction.

“Y/N?” He asks, and you nod, his face lighting up with a small smile. “Holy shit…” He sighs, his reaction making you giggle.

You’ve changed. You stopped tying your hair up, you gained a pair of dark circles, and he could just feel maturity radiating from you somehow. At least, you were more mature than he was.

“Um, I don’t really have anyone to hang out with during lunch. Do you wanna catch up then?” You offer, his head tilting. “Why not now? Instead of working on that project of yours.” Your face drops. “There’s a project?” What project was he talking about? Was it– oh, it was the role model one. You finished it already.

“Lucky you don’t have to do it. If we present, we get extra credit. I’m not up for humiliation though.” He turns around fully, and your eyes are drawn to his hands, slim and a bit veiny. He adorned a bracelet and his nail polish was black. He played with his fingers almost nervously, his hands on your desk. “What have you been up to?”

“I picked up guitar. Um, I do some vocal stuff outside of school.”

“Like performances?”

You nod. “Different genres. Jazz, pop, R&B… I’m in a few groups.” He nods. “I didn’t know you could sing.”

“I never showed off when we were younger. I’ve been taking lessons for a while.”

“Maybe you could show me later. Y’know, outside of school.” He quips with a hoping smile. “Are you flirting with me, Murphy?” You ask, leaning forward slightly, his eyes moving from your chest back to your eyes. “Maybe.” You scoff, shoving away his face. “You’re a pervert now?” You laugh, but his smile slowly begins to disappear.

“Oh, I was joking, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that– I mean, no one’s perverted to their childhood best friend right?” You awkwardly laugh while he sighs. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to look at you like that.”

“Like what?”

“Y/N, I was staring at your boobs.”

“Like a pervert?”

“For fuck’s sake, L/N, I am not a pervert.”

“Never said you were.”

You were provoking him. If it was another person doing the same thing, he’d have their head. Thrown something at them or given them a black eye. With you, it was all natural humour and jokes. He could brush it off without the need for bruising. The worst part was that you didn’t know you were aggravating him, with your cheeky smile and mischievous gaze.

Later that day, during lunch, you catch Connor off guard, leaning against a tree in the back of the school grounds where no one was, blowing out smoke. He tended to find solace in places where it was quiet and mostly alone. In high school, it was hard to find that kind of privacy, so you thought he’d be away and in the back where no one hung out, besides the drug dealers and porn magazine sellers.

“You smoke now?” You ask, him inhaling and letting out another puff. “I started a while ago. Keeps me sane.” He pulls it away from his mouth, contemplating. “I was gonna offer you some but, you sing now. I guess that comes in conflict.” How sweet of him to be so considerate. “Yeah. Wouldn’t wanna try it either way.”

You pause for a moment, watching him discard the joint. “How was Hanover?” You ask, a rush of memories overwhelming him all at once. “It was a fresh start. I liked it. I, um, made out with a dude? I don’t know, it was complicated.” You certainly didn’t expect that. “You had a boyfriend, then?”

“I dunno, we never specified on it. Complicated relationship.”

“How about girlfriends?” You hear him scoff. “You really think a guy that went to an all boys school would find a girlfriend?” You shrug, standing beside him. “I thought it was common for all boys and all girls schools to collaborate or host events together.”

“I don’t know if there were any collaborating events. I always skipped. Speaking of skipping, would you like to join me on a trip to Burger King instead of going to fifth and sixth?” You shouldn’t be surprised he’s skipping classes. He always joked about doing so in elementary, yet it never crossed your mind to contemplate if he was actually going to do so. “Unlike you, I actually care about my grades. You can come over if you’d like.”

“After years you still expect me to know the address?” He jokes. “I haven’t moved. I’ll text you.” You pull out your phone, opening your contacts app and letting him type in his number. He set his contact name as ‘C’, with a cigarette emoji next to it. “If you ever call me and that name pops up on my phone while I’m with my dad, he is going to kill me. Thinking I have a dealer or something.”

“Well, if you need anything, you know where to find me.”

You text him the address, not seeing him for the rest of the school day. He frequently skipped classes, except for the classes you two had together. He came over many times, your dad eventually meeting him when he wasn’t rushing out the door for work.

Only… one particular visit caused something to happen with reasons unknown.

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You open the window, lighting some scented candles you found in the closet. Connor looked at his joint, inspecting it carefully, instead tossing it somewhere in his bag rather than lighting it, laying face up on your bed with a sigh.

The first time he was in your room, the first thing he asked was:

“Why the fuck is there sheet music everywhere?”

Which surprised you at first, mostly because you didn’t think he’d know what it was in the first place. He’d always smoke, mostly out the window, and you’d drench your room in air freshener afterwards so your dad wouldn’t know.

Connor was a very touchy person, especially when he was high. Sometimes he’d rest his head on your shoulder, his breath smelling of weed. Or on your lap, where his hair sometimes got trapped between your thighs. A hand on your leg, or on your thigh. You didn’t think of it at first, because it was Connor.

Though he took touchy to an extreme one day.

“Have you kissed anyone yet? Y’know, while I haven’t seen you.” You look up at him from your paper, amused. “Why are you asking?” He shakes his head, turning over and looking at you. “Oh, no, just wondering. So is that a no?” You sigh with a silent laugh. “No, I haven’t kissed anyone, Connor.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

“So you’re a virgin, then?”

“Connor, where is this coming from?”

“Do you know about the jocks constantly rambling about all the girls they have sex with?” He ignores your question with another question. “Yeah. It’s fucking annoying.” You scoff with a breathy laugh, taking a sip from your bottle. “You know they talk about you, right?”

You nearly spit out your water, saving the drops that fall from your mouth from falling onto your shorts. “Excuse me?” You say after swallowing. “Yeah. It’s all, ‘Bet 10 bucks I can bang her’ while they point at you. Or they go, ‘Jesus, wonder how much she can take’.”

“So I’m being objectified?” He nods slowly, looking up at you through his messy hair. “Unfortunately, yes. Want me to do something?”

“If it results in you getting suspended, no.”

“You sure? Those guys are dicks.”

“They’ll never believe us without any proof. And your reputation is bad enough already. I don’t want you to fall any more because of me.”

“Y/N, I’ll do anything for you.”

Those words make you pause and reflect. Was he high? No, because he tossed his joint in his bag anywhere. Even then, Connor would never say that for anyone. It seemed so out of character for him that you almost laughed.

“Are you high?”

“What?”

“I know damn well you wouldn’t do anything for anyone.”

“Y/N, I’m serious.” His gaze is stern, dark, and hard but also eager, glossy and hopeful. “I don’t know, maybe it is the weed I smoked twelve hours ago, but you’re really pretty. Sometimes I wonder how I managed to become friends with someone like you.”

“Someone like me?”

“Someone so pretty that doesn’t give a fuck about the fact I do drugs or the shit I’m dealing with. I really like you, Y/N. Always have. You didn’t single me out, you never left my side— you’re the one person in my fucked up life that makes me feel like I belong. That I matter.” Your childhood best friend, who’s now sitting up with a hand on your thigh, just confessed his undying love to you.

And you had to admit, the more you two started to hang out and reconnect, the more you started to develop something of an attraction to him. He never smiled at anyone but you, he didn’t push you away or glare at you; it was like he had a soft spot just for you, and it made you like him even more.

“I hope you aren’t gonna fuck me over. Y’know, if you don’t like me back.” His finger traces patterns on your thigh, the way his hand unknowingly rides up making your brain go haywire. “I’m… I, uh– I’m not.” He looks at you, for some reason, disappointed. “Should’ve known you didn’t. Forget this ever happened, then.”

“No, no! I like you! I really do like you, Connor. You’re charming and handsome and…” You hear him huff out a laugh, his face closing in on yours. “I know no one else thinks of me like that but you. You’re obsessed with me.”

“Could say the same for you, Murphy.”

His head tilts, his nose touching yours. “Wanna kiss you.” He mutters. You simply nod, inviting. “Okay.” You reply. He presses his lips to yours, feeling full and complete the moment you two meet. He can sense your confusion at first, but you managed to learn how to move with him quickly. Perks of being a fast learner.

He hovers on top of you on your bed, admiring you when he pulls away. His eyes shamelessly trail down from your face, to your chest, your stomach, your legs, his face cupped in your hands and pulling him towards you to kiss him again.

His tongue slipped into your mouth, the mood instantly erotic.

His hands are all over you. The back of your head, your shoulders, your waist, your hips, your thighs; he placed them wherever he could push you closer to him. When his mouth follows his hands to descend to your neck, you let out a soft whimper, panicking when you barely catch sight of the door.

“W-Wait.” You pant, nudging Connor for him to move to the side. You scramble off your bed, closing the window and the curtain and turning off the lights, going for the doorknob. “Thought you said your dad wasn’t home.” Connor says as you lock the door. “Never know when he will be.”

When you join him on the bed, his hands at the hem of your shirt, you stop him with a touch on his wrist. “Um, I don’t…”

“Oh, shit, did I go too far? I’m sorry–“

“No, no! I want it, I really do, but… you know...” He realized how nervous you were, remembering you haven’t done anything like this before. He gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead, tucking your hair behind your ear. “You know I have. You trust me?” He asks, giving you doe eyes you’ve never seen before. You nod, emitting a chuckle from him. “Let me take care of you then.”

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Sex was one thing. Having sex with your best friend is another.

It’s either your dad stayed at work all night or he’s in grave danger, given you haven’t heard him scream out of pure horror, then yell at you first thing in the morning. You woke up unbothered, naked, and held by your best friend. Unless this whole thing changed your relationship.

Were you even friends anymore? Was this a friends with benefits thing now? But he practically confessed to you yesterday, unless he was high. But he didn’t smoke anything, and the room doesn’t smell that bad…

One thing is for sure: Connor Murphy knows how to fuck.

Maybe it was the fact that you were a complete virgin or that you did whatever he asked you to, but you swear you could still feel how you felt last night when he was in you.

Your head rests on his arm, wrapping around you and holding you close to him. The ends of his hair touch your own head, and you blow them out of the way. You can feel him move, and he groans, meaning you woke him up. You lean into him more, feeling his fingers lightly brush your side. You feel his head turn, his hair moving from your head.

“Hi.” He says, peering down at you. You look up at him, noticing his gaze. “Hi.”

He plants a kiss on your forehead, his fingers moving to brush through your hair. “I think I passed out after.” You say, hearing him chuckle. “You did. When I came back to clean up, you were nearly snoring.”

“Oh god, I snore?”

“Loudly.”

He notices you going silent, immediately worried. “I was just joking! Well, kind of, you snore, but not loudly. Not like a dad snore.” You giggle into the side of his arm, followed by a brief moment of silence. “What are we now?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t think friends confess their undying love for each other and tie it off with sex.”

He pauses, hearing quiet hums come from his mouth. “Can I be your boyfriend, then?” He feels you nod against his arm while you hum in response. “Yeah.” You get out from under the covers, going to stand up until a brief pain shoots up your legs.

Memories of the night before suddenly come rushing in. “Fuck those jocks, I’m the only one who can see you like this.” He said, after making a mess of you with only his fingers.

He really fucked you good last night.

You curse under your breath, legs weak as you stare at the scattered clothes on the ground, tossing your own into the laundry basket by your door. You grab a new change, turning around and noticing Connor staring at you the whole time, an expression you can’t make out.

“I was that good? Your legs are shaking.” You roll your eyes and throw his shirt at him after putting on a pair of shorts. “Shut up. A real boyfriend would help me and not make fun of me.” He fake pouts, getting out of bed and putting on his own clothes.

You turn on the TV downstairs, the morning news playing and showing the date as Friday.

Friday.

Shit.

You’re beyond late.

“Turns out there was a gas leak so there’s no school. That works out great for us.” Connor says as if he could read your mind. You hear the garage door open, meaning your dad had just come home from work. He enters the room, seeing both of you standing by the kitchen counter.

“Shouldn’t you two be at school?” Is the first thing your dad says, eyeing both of you. “Cancelled. Gas leak.” You feel Connor’s hand rest at your hip, wanting to swat it away but knowing your dad already saw it just by the look on his face. “Did he use protection? I know you’re on those pills, but–“

“Oh my god, yes, he did, look– can we talk about this later?” Your dad shrugs and nods before heading for the stairs, hearing Connor laugh beside you. “How did he know?” You panic, placing toast on both your plates. “Maybe he saw your legs shaking from there.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

You glare at him, giving him a brief kiss before bringing both your plates to the table. He quite literally does as you say, keeping quiet the entire time he eats his breakfast.

You should do that more often.

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You knew that Connor was a very mischievous person. He always has been.

He’d skip classes, casually threaten people as if it were nothing, smoke weed; he nearly flushed firecrackers down a toilet once. He didn’t go through with it because you told him not to.

He was also mischievous in terms of your relationship.

He let you leave hickeys wherever you saw fit, in places visible and invisible. You were more wary of it. He showed them off proudly; well, not really proudly, he just didn’t mind if people saw or stared at him with hanging jaws. He couldn’t be bothered to cover them— the only time he did care was when his family would point them out.

He’d sneak out and go to your place frequently; he always preferred your house over his, mostly because he felt like he had a parent he could actually tolerate (and love). If your dad were to ever barge in, he’d stare at Connor, then at you, then at Connor’s bag, and ask if he had protection before leaving and closing the door. Connor always said yes.

It was also a convenient reminder for you to lock your door anytime Connor was in your room, since most of the time nights would always end in sex.

You fumbled for your keys to unlock the front door, Connor’s lips on yours when you stumbled inside. You didn’t notice a bunch of men in the living room, including your dad, holding beer bottles and staring at you until you saw them out of the corner of your eye. “Welcome back. How was the party?” Your dad asks, as if he didn’t see the escapade between you and your boyfriend.

“It was shhh– It sucked. Yeah. It sucked. Hi.” You mutter the last part, eyes quickly dashing over everyone who’s attention is taken away from the game on the TV. “Um, we’re just gonna… yeah.” You drag Connor with you out of their sight and upstairs.

“Does he have–“

“Yes!”

You slam your door shut, locking it, seeing Connor visibly nervous. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Was the party too much?”

“A little bit. And then… your dad’s friends just staring at us. I don’t know– anxiety? This is a stupid thing to be worried about.” You sit down next to him, hugging him while rubbing his back. “Don’t worry about them, okay? They’ve probably done the same when they were younger.”

You feel him sigh into your shoulder, his voice muffled.

“Thank you.”

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don’t grow up too fast. don’t leave me in the past. as long as you never change who you are, i know in your heart i’m never far. 🎧

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Day 27 of Kinktober: Sneaking Around With Riff

pairing: Michael ‘Riff’ Tamblyn x fem!reader

warning: dirty talk, eating out, getting caught, unprotected sex, violence

Y/N’s POV

Riff and I have been sneaking around for quite sometime but the Jets have been getting suspicious lately of Riff coming to their meetings late or him not showing up when Riff is needed when the Sharks are around the Jets.

I invited Riff to come to a spot that no one knows except for him and I but I want to do something different. When Riff found me, I was sitting on a crate naked with my legs spread out, I can tell he wanted me so bad but he just stood there staring.

“What’s the matter Riff, I don’t bite.” I said in a sweet voice he’s heard before.

“I wish we were married so I can this all the time.” He says approaching me.

“You know that my dad thinks you’re dangerous.” I said wrapping my legs around Riff’s waist.

“And the Jets don’t know about us.” He whispers in my ear.

“But that’s the fun part of it.” I whisper. “You can have me whatever you want, and you can always come to me when you’re having a rough day because I love it when you get rough.” I whisper again while trailing my finger on his body.

“Why’s that doll?” He said making us do nose to nose.

“The way you fuck me, you just go in and out, making me beg but you want to keep going and making me scream and moan until I cum, and then you take control on eating me out. But the way you fuck me, it’s different than you normally do, harder and rougher than usual.” I whisper in his ear.

“Where do you want to go hide and maybe, I can be rough with you.” He smirks.

“Wherever you want to hide.” I say.

Riff looks around and takes us to a different spot then where we not normally go to.

“This is different.” I say when Riff sets me down on a bench in a fort.

“Just want to make my baby feel good.” Riff says going down where my pussy is at.

I feel his tongue inside me, I gasp for a second, I tug on his hair which made him grab my legs so I couldn’t move them.

“I’m about to cum.” I moan.

He moans into me which made me moan again, fuck I need him inside me.

“Riff.” I make him look at me by tugging his head up to look at me. “Just fuck me.” I say.

He smirks and takes his pants off including his boxers off, he so huge. I lean towards him to make him be on top of me so we can make out. He positions himself so can fuck me. He goes in and out of me and I scream and starts to scratch his back, I can tell the Jets are going to make fun of him.

He keeps on fucking me until we hear the cat whistle. Riff and I look where the whistle came from and it’s the Jets, fuck! They found us.

“Well, well, well boys, look what we have here, our leader with a whore.” Joyboy says.

Riff covers me and himself up, but he tries to keep me behind him.

“So this is where you’ve been going to Riff isn’t?” Tiger says approaching us.

“Yeah, what about it?” Riff says.

I get scared so I hold on to Riff’s arm.

“Look boys, the whore is scared.” Joyboy says. The Jets chuckle.

“If you get near her I swear to god I’ll kill you.” Riff says.

“You’re defending the whore but you couldn’t be at the fights with the Sharks.” Mouthface confronts Riff.

“Stop calling me that.” I said.

“The whore speaks, did you blow hi-“ Riff slaps Tiger’s face.

“You son of a-“ Tiger and Riff begins to fight.

I try to hide but one of the Jets tries to grab me but Riff notices so he protects me from them. I find a knife so I hold it to in front of Balkan, Riff takes the knife out of my hand, Balkan looks smug and looks at the rest of the Jets and Riff ends the fight by punching Balkan in the face.

When the Jets leaves, Riff checks my body if there are any scars on my body. I check on his wounds, I help him sit down.

“Thank you for protecting me.” I smile.

“Anything for my girl, can you patch me up? I’ll try to patch you up as well.” Riff says.

I giggle, I try to find something to cover his wounds, I found an old t-shirt and I rip it apart so I can wrap the fabric around Riff’s wounds.

“You’re not a whore, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He says holding still for me.

“And you’re the best thing that ever happened to me too.” I say wrapping some fabric around one of his wounds.

I give a look, I lean in to kiss him and he kisses me back. Sneaking around with Riff has been really fun but terrifying because of the Jets finding out about us but Riff protected me through all of this mess, and Riff knows what he’s doing when he’s in control.

#fanfic #fanfiction #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #riff west side story #riff wss #west side story #mike faist #wss jets #riff x reader #mike faist smut #wss 2021 #tony wss #west side story smut #michael riff tamblyn #wss rp

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Do you take requests? I would love to read Mike Faist and reader as parents headcanons <3

Mike Faist And You As Parents ✢ Headcanons

Mike Faist x Female Insert! Reader

SYNOPSIS! ✦ Headcanons of you and Mike as parents!!

WARNINGS! ✦ If you don’t like children then you probably don’t wanna read this, none, sfw!

NOTES! ✦ IM SORRY ITS BEEN SO LONG & I LOVE THIS REQUEST. I have some draft ideas and i was thinking of making a series of Dad! AKA husband! mike, gonna make the reader female insert + I have name ideas for their possible kids. As for now, keeping the kids names and details vague as possible. Sorry that this is kinda short!

Mike Faist Masterlist .

— Very ecstatic the minute your child was born. When word got out to him that you were in labor, he dropped everything and rushed to get you.

— The baby’s birthday would be a moment in history that neither you or him could forget. A day filled with so much long awaited anxiety that blossomed into an overwhelming amount of joy.

— After you, he was the first person to hold the baby. He smiled down at them with tearful eyes, heart filled with love and adoration. He didn’t want to put the baby down at all, as he kept muttering “Thank you.” and “I love you.” to you as you smiled exhaustively.

— When it was time to bring the baby home, he was so happy. He had the car all ready, than opened the door for you to sit first while he installed the baby carefully into the car seat. Gentleman through and through, after all those 9 months during your pregnancy and the demanding 12 hours of labor, he just wants you to be as comfortable as much as you can.

— One thing about you and Mike, you both like to be prepared and ahead. Already was the nursery set up, as well as some warm pajamas, and extra necessities you needed for the baby’s stay.

— He knew this day was coming, so he decided to decline any future projects that he didn’t sign up for yet that requested him, so he could be there for you and the baby. You stated multiple times that he didn’t have to, but he insisted.

— He couldn’t keep his eyes off of the baby, it felt surreal that they were out of your stomach and out in person.

— He’s catering to the baby all day, letting you get your rest. You have to tell him a couple times to let you help!! You don’t want him to overwork himself.

— The baby-toddler phase is his favorite despite the sleepless nights, dirty diapers, and reckless wondering. He loves this kid with all his heart, he wouldn’t mind more but he’s fine with just one for now.

If You Two Had A Boy . . . !

— Your son is such a curious little being. He’s a joy and loves to learn and talk about everything and anything!

— Your son’s personality contrasts a bit with Mike, Mike has a reserved demeanor and can get shy sometimes, while your son is very bold and outspoken. Despite that, the two click very well. Mike is a great listener to your son’s stories or questions about everything, he’s never gonna leave your little boy unheard. Even if your son has a million questions to ask, Mike is gonna listen and try to answer all of them.

— Mike doesn’t really baby talk, so it feels like a natural conversation at times. Of course he knows what to and what not to tell a kid, but he thinks baby talk isn’t really helpful. Especially because you know how kids vocabulary is in the beginning, he thinks baby talk could get them mixed up and stuff. You love to see the boys chat together just casually in the car, despite your son’s speech not 100% perfect like an adult, Mike still responds back and can understand him, on the occasion he’ll correct his way of words kindly.

— Mike isn’t a big sports buff, but he’s still really into it and doesn’t mind getting his son into it too. A sport he quite enjoys is baseball, so he’ll take his son outside to play catch. How they play is fun to see, especially if your son is younger and you see their height difference! It doesn’t faze your son though, Mike’s a great teacher and gives him all the best tips. He even takes your son to a park to play sometimes! (They were forced to go after accidentally aiming a ball through one of your windows!)

— Both your son and Mike are your biggest fans. Occasionally they bicker between each other on who you love more, and you always jokingly pick the dog. Even when they do playfully bicker or fight, you’ll be on your son’s side because he’s your baby boy! Your son thinks it’s funny whenever you coddle him and beg him to be little again, he always retaliates with “No, no, I’m a big kid!”

— Whether your son gets into sports or anything else like the performing arts, Mike is gonna be over the top with support. Always at games or recitals, asking them if they’ve done enough practice, and so on. He’s definitely the type of dad where if the kid likes it, he loves it. You’re the exact same way.

If You Two Had A Girl . . . !

— Your sassy ‘mini-me’!! She’s also very curious and talkative, and a bit of a fashionista!

— Your daughter likes to know everything and always wants to have her way. Again, she contrasts Mike a bit. Although, they have a great relationship! Your daughter loves Mike more than anything, and she’s always calling him to the rescue whenever she needs it. He’ll never deny helping her, but there are a few times where he has to put his foot down for whenever she doesn’t get her way.

— No matter what gender or how many kids you have, you’re the one who might have enabled the spoiled-ness, but you can’t help it! They’re so cute, how can you ever deny these kids?!

— You love to style her outfits and hair so she can have a cute yet comfy look! As a toddler, she’s always on the go and you don’t want her all decked out knowing she’s going to be running around and possibly having some spills. As she gets a bit older though, you’ll learn that she loves to dress up!

— Your daughter loves the compliments, especially from her dad! Every time he’s home and she shows him her outfit or a new hairstyle, she’s always asking “What’d you think Daddy?”

— And every time, he’s going to give her a compliment and a kiss on the cheek. She doesn’t mind spinning around for him to see or pointing specifically to her favorite accessory that’s on her outfit. You two laugh at her enthusiasm and don’t mind hyping her up! Even though she’s sassy, she’s not impolite and she’ll always say “Thank you!”

— Like stated way above, Mike and you are gonna be one of her biggest supporters in whatever she’s into as she gets older. Sports, Dancing, You name it! You guys may not be experts at everything, but whatever your kids need, you two will do it. <3

#mike faist fanfiction #mike faist x female reader #mike faist x reader #mike faist imagine #mike faist x you #mike faist x wife reader #mike faist headcanons #mike faist #mike faist masterlist

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Hi, could I request mike faist x reader where they meet through mutual friends and at first reader is a bit sceptical about him, because he is an actor and she thinks he must be full of himself but gradually she gets to know him and she falls for him, getting to know how humble and kind person he in reality is.

hi guys! i turned my requests off for the time being, just because i have about 7 drafts i need to work on right now and any more might make my head explode. as soon as i get caught up though, i’ll open them up again :)

fem reader x mike faist

warnings: insecurities?

mike taglist: @diorgirl444

Charming

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“what would you say to a blind date? i know a guy,” your friend alyssa asked smugly.

you had met alyssa while in college at nyu, and remained close friends after graduation. you had even recently moved in together into a small apartment. you were the introvert to her extrovert, the quiet to her loud. she pulled a lot of guys, and you didn’t, and you had accepted that. it was just the way it always had been.

you scoffed. “alyssa, i love you, but your taste in men is horrible. i don’t trust you to set me up with anyone.”

you were sitting at a coffee shop with her, and she leaned across the table. “Y/N, your love life is nonexistent. you need some action. trust me, i went to high school with this guy. he’s super nice, you’d like him.”

you tilted your head knowingly. every time alyssa has tried to introduce you to a guy, he was either never your type or was never interested in you. things never went well when she set you up with guys.

you knew you definitely needed help with relationships, though. you had never been in a real relationship, and it’s been years since you’ve been on a date. for a while, you were fine with that. you had bigger and better things to focus on anyway. but, you also felt ready to date again. alyssa was your best friend, and that’s sometimes enough, but you were ready to find a boyfriend. you were ready to find your other half.

you sighed. “okay, fine, you win. but if this doesn’t work out you can’t say that i didn’t tell you so.”

alyssa smiled wide. “thanks Y/N! i promise you, this one is different. he’s not the typical guy i’ve set you up with before.”

you rolled your eyes. “yeah, sure.”

she had planned the date for you: you were to meet the mystery man down town at an italian restaurant at 7pm on friday night.

“lyss, whats the dress code for this? do i have to dress nice?” you asked after getting out of the shower, wearing your robe. alyssa sat on your bed, smiling complacently.

“semi-formal. i want you to look hot and put together, but not pretentious.”

you giggled. “okay, fine. whatever you say.”

you did your wavy hair routine and applied curl cream, gel, and mousse before diffusing your hair. it laid over your shoulders, your natural waves looking lively and bouncy.

you did a light makeup look, only applying mascara, a bit of eyeliner, blush, highlighter, and a nude pink lipstick.

“i have the perfect dress for you,” alyssa said, pulling a dress out of her bag.

your eyes widened as she held it up. “are you serious?”

“try it on!”

you went into the bathroom, slipping the dress on. it was a small, black cocktail dress that stopped midway down your thigh. it hugged tightly around your curves, and the long, black mesh lantern sleeves accentuated your arms.

you walked out, and alyssa’s jaw dropped. “Y/N, you look hot.”

“don’t you think this is a little…” you looked down at your dress. “much?”

“not at all,” she replied, placing a silver necklace on your chest to match your dangling silver earrings. “you look ready for a date.”

you sighed. “if you say so. you seem to know best.”

she grinned. “that’s right, i do know best.”

as alyssa drove to the restaurant, you tried to get as much information as possible. “can’t you tell me anything about this guy?”

“his name is mike.”

you laughed. “thanks lyss, that tells me so much,” you replied. “what if this guy’s a murderer or a real dick and you’re just throwing me head first into danger?”

alyssa threw her head back. “he’s not, Y/N! i know this guy, he was always great. give him a chance, okay?”

you pulled up to the restaurant right at 7. “if this ends badly, i think i’m going to have to find a new best friend.”

you opened the car door as alyssa lightly shoved you. “that’s what you always say, and i’m still here.” you stepped out onto the street, getting one last “good luck!” before you closed the door and nervously walked into the restaurant.

the restaurant was dimly lit, but lively with customers. you walked to the hostess stand, your heart beating out of your chest.

“hi, is there a mike waiting here yet?” you asked apprehensively.

the woman smiled. “yes, i’ll show you to your table.”

you followed the woman to the back of the restaurant, where you rounded a corner into a private room. at the table was the man said to be mike.

immediately, you thought he was, surprisingly, very handsome compared to all the other guys you’ve been set up with in the past. he had chiseled and defined features, and bright blue eyes. his body was bulked like he worked out often, but not entirely ripped. he had a dusty, brunette head of hair that was neatly combed. he gave you a smile, and you had no choice but to smile back.

“i’m assuming you’re Y/N?” mike asked. when you nodded as you sat down, he reached out a hand for you to shake. “i’m mike faist, it’s great to meet you.”

“it’s good to meet you too.”

he looked down at the table before looking up at you again. “i’m not used to doing things like this, so i’m sorry if i seem a little rusty.”

you moved your hand as if you were brushing something away. “don’t worry about it, i am too. it’s been a long time since i’ve been on a date.”

a silence fell over the table, and you searched your brain for conversation starters. “so, um, what do you do for work?”

mike smiled like he had expected this question, and looked away briefly. “i’m an actor.”

you nodded. “that’s really cool, actually. what kinds of things have you booked so far?” you asked, not expecting the answer you were going to receive.

new york was the city of dreams, and there were a plethora of aspiring actors and performers in the city. you assumed he was one of them, looking for a way to make ends meet.

“oh, you know,” he started, shrugging. “just a few broadway shows, a few off broadway shows, a few movies and tv shows, the works.”

your jaw dropped slightly. you firmly believed all actors of mike’s caliber had only their best interest in mind. they were full of themselves, pretentious. they would do anything to keep their fame. you should have known this guy seemed too good to be true.

you nodded, amused. “no kidding,” you started, resting your chin on your hand. “tell me everything,” you said sarcastically.

your smiled was probably a dead give away that you were trying to get him to walk right into your trap. you wanted him to keep going about his career so you could rub it in alyssa’s face, once again, that her playing matchmaker was never going to work.

“well,” mike started, looking unsure. “my work can wait for some other time, it’s not all that interesting to most people. i want to hear about you. what do you do?”

your smug smile fell. you didn’t expect him to be more interested in you than he was in himself. “oh, yeah, um,” you said, caught off guard. “i own a small coffee shop, a few blocks from time square.”

he nodded, a real smile on his face. “awesome, maybe i could get a coffee from you some day while you’re there.”

you smiled against your will. this guy was probably used to charming people to get what he wants. “you can certainly come and visit me someday.”

mike smiled. “i just might have to.”

you couldn’t help but grin back. there was a short, comfortable silence before it was interrupted by the waiter coming by to take the orders.

after the waiter left, mike turned back to you. “i don’t know what you were planning for the check, but don’t worry about it. i have it covered, this is my treat.”

“it’s fine, i know you’ve got a lot of money from all this acting you’ve been doing, but i can cover my own.”

mike shook his head. “that’s not why i want to cover it. it’s the right thing to do, that’s all.”

at this point, you were trying to find reasons to dislike this guy, but you couldn’t come up with any reasonable ones yet. he was totally different from what you expected.

mike lightly scrunched his nose. “why do you have that look on your face?”

you sighed and looked down at your hands in your lap, your fingers nervously fidgeting. “because i’m trying to come up with reasons why i shouldn’t like you.”

mike looked at you confusedly, but with a curious look that prompted you to keep going. “i’m used to these blind dates going south very quickly, and that hasn’t happened like i thought it would, and now i don’t know what to do.”

mike’s confused glares went to sympathy. “i’m glad i can be the different one for you.”

you lightly blushed. you decided to let your rough exterior fall around him. “that’s enough about me, tell me about you.”

he grinned. “well, i have a play coming up that i have to start rehearsals for soon.”

you tilted your head. “no kidding! that’s really cool, actually,” you replied, genuinely meaning it.

the rest of the night at the restaurant, you and mike continued having conversations about your lives, passions, and everything in between. it felt oddly liberating, because you were so used to only ever having one person to talk to, and that one person talked about herself most of the time.

it got to the point where the restaurant had to tell you two to leave, because you were sitting there for so long and the restaurant was closing.

“can i give you a ride home?” mike asked as you walked out of the restaurant.

“i would love that.”

he opened the passenger door of his car as you got in. you were trying to hold in a giddy smile; against your better judgment, you really liked mike.

“thank you for tonight, mike. i really enjoyed getting to know you,” you said as he drove into the streets of new york city.

“always. let me know if you want to do it again,” he said with a grin.

you laughed. “i might just have to take you up on that.”

mike glanced at you while he drove, then looked back at the road. “it’s been a long time since i’ve enjoyed a date this much.”

you were full on smiling at this point. “i’ve never even had an enjoyable date until now.”

he glanced at you, but for longer this time. “okay, you win.”

when he pulled up to your apartment building, you both looked at each other.

“do you think we should…” you said, trailing off. “do a lap around the block?”

mike nodded. “yeah, definitely.”

he drove slowly around the block as the two of you continued talking, and then he pulled up to the building again. “should we…?”

“keep going,” you answered.

he made another lap around the block, your endless conversations continuing, and finally you both decided that was enough and he parked the car in the lot. you both got out, and he stood in front of you. he towered over you with his height as you looked up at him.

“you have my number, right?” you asked him.

he nodded. “i’ll let you know what days i’m free to do this again.”

you bit your lip. “i’m sorry for being kind of an asshole at the beginning of the night. i was hesitant to let my guard down, i was going into tonight thinking it would be a disaster and i was hoping i could tell alyssa that her plan failed once again.”

mike looked down at your hands, and hesitantly took your fingers in his. your heat rate immediately picked up.

“you don’t have to apologize. i didn’t think it would go well either. until it did,” he said with a laugh.

you stood on your tiptoes and planted a small kiss on his cheek. “thank you again, mike.”

he wrapped you in a welcoming hug. it was comfortable, and you felt like you could live in that moment forever. you never thought this would be happening on one of alyssa’s blind dates.

“of course, Y/N.”

you pulled away, and waved goodbye as you walked into your building. you noticed mike didn’t get back into his car until he knew you were safe inside. before walking to the elevator in the building, you stood against the wall, smiling to yourself. 

when you had finally made it upstairs, alyssa had opened the door to the apartment before you had a chance to get your key out of your pocket.

“how’d it go?” she asked breathlessly, a wide smile etched on her face.

you sighed. “i hate that you might be right about this one.”

*

you met up with mike two more times after that, and feelings were definitely building between the two of you. you spent most of your free time calling or texting mike, and flirting while playing mario kart and imessage games. at first, you worried the connection you were building wouldn’t translate in person; but it did.

you thought it would bother you that mike was somewhat of a celebrity. you expected to hear all about his work and his extraordinary life as a famous performer, but he rarely talked about that side of his life with you. he always made sure to make it about you, even though you wouldn’t mind hearing about his work every once in a while. now you just found it cool that he was doing what he was doing. but, he didn’t want your relationship to be entirely covered up by his work, which you appreciated.

on your fourth date, mike took you to an art museum within new york city, and you dressed classy for the occasion.

you walked out of the doors to your apartment building, where mike was also dressed classy, leaning against the hood of his car.

he looked you up and down, his eyebrows raising. “well, look at you.”

you blushed. “look at yourself.”

mike looked down, then looked back at you. “we clean up nice, don’t we?”

you smiled and stood in front of him. “we really do.”

you got into his car, and as mike sat down in the drivers seat, he instinctively reached for your hand, leaving his palm up on your thigh. you grabbed it, your heart feeling like it was about to explode. it felt right, despite only knowing him for less than a month.

you got to the museum, and mike opened the passenger door for you, letting you out of the car.

upon walking in, the art on the walls and the displays were mesmerizing. your eyes lit up at the beauty on the walls, and you caught mike staring at you from the side, lightly smiling.

“what are you smiling at?” you asked, turning your head to face him as you walked.

he shrugged. “you. i like seeing you excited.”

you blushed and covered your face with your hands, suddenly embarrassed. “god, you were staring at my horrible side profile.”

mike stopped you from walking by stepping in front of you. he grabbed your wrists gently, taking your hands off your face for you. he held your wrists still, scanning your eyes with his.

“you have one of the prettiest faces i’ve ever seen, Y/N. believe me.”

you bit your lip and nodded timidly. he let go of one wrist, but took your other hand in his as you continued to walk.

“my side profile has always been one of my biggest insecurities.”

“why?” mike questioned, squeezing your hand a little tighter. his touch felt reassuring.

“i don’t know, i guess i just think my nose is too big, and my jaw is kind of square, and my teeth aren’t perfectly straight,” you told him. it was true, your side profile was one of the things that made you most insecure. “there’s nothing i can really do about it though.

his thumb gently rubbed the back of your hand. “i don’t know if my opinion counts, but i think you could fit into any one of these art pieces here.”

you giggled, stopping again and standing in front of him. your bodies were close, and if you made one more move, you could easily plant a kiss on his lips.

you placed your hands on his chest, looking up at him. “you always know how to use your movie star charm to make me feel good.”

mike smiled, taking your face in is hands and leaning down to give you the most euphoric kiss you could ever think of.

“i only do it for you, sweetheart.”

#mike faist #mike faist imagine #mike faist x reader #mike faist fanfiction #mike faist riff

[lovingmusicalmen]

can you do a blurb based on #13 and #17 from the prompt list for Dodge? i think it will be really cute with him

It's been ages since I wrote for Panic or watched it so I'm sorry if this is a lil ooc - it'll probs take me a lil while to get back into the swing of it.

Still accepting blurb requests!

Fluff 13 - "Your eyes are beautiful"

Fluff 17 - "Do you want me to carry you?"

"You ready to head home, babe?"

Y/N turned around, her eyes widening at the sight in front of her. Dodge stood there, soaking wet from the hot tub. A fond smile on his face as he looked at her. His car keys were swinging from a finger, in a movement Y/N found almost hypnotising in her semi-tipsy state.

(if you were to ask Dodge, he would say that she was absolutely hammered. But that was neither here nor there)

"Me?" She asked, tilting her head to the side slightly. She pointed a finger at herself to emphasise her point.

"Would I be calling anyone else 'babe'?" Dodge questioned in amusement.

"Why are you calling me 'babe'?" Y/N asked, frowning at him.

"How hammered are you?" Dodge chuckled, reaching forward to gently prise the beer bottle from Y/N's hand.

The moment he was close enough, though, Y/N reached up and grabbed hold of his cheeks, directing his head towards her to allow her to study him.

She grinned and was vaguely aware of Dodge mimicking the expression, evidently amused at her antics.

"You okay there, doll?"

"Your eyes are so pretty," Y/N sighed wistfully. "Your girlfriend is really lucky to have you" she announced.

Dodge let out a snort of laughter, rolling his eyes.

"I think I'm luckier to have her, doll. I think you're ready to go home."

Dodge offered her a hand, which Y/N took rather eagerly. Dodge pulled her up to her feet, steadying her as she went crashing into his chest. Giggled erupted from her and she was aware of Dodge watching her, though she couldn't quite decipher his expression.

"Don't tell my boyfriend," Y/N said, squeezing onto his hand. "But I think you're just as pretty as he is."

"Oh yeah?" Y/N nodded solemnly.

"I love him," she announced.

"He loves you too," Dodge said rather soothingly, beginning to pull her towards his car. Y/N stumbled behind him.

"How do you know that?"

"Other than the fact that we're dating, you mean?" Dodge retorted sardonically, though there was nothing but fond amusement in his eyes.

"We are?" Y/N gasped. "I'm so lucky!" She whispered reverently, pulling Dodge to a stop.

"You're so cute," Dodge murmured, dropping a kiss to the top of her head. "But it's getting late - we really need to get home, baby."

"I don't want to walk though," Y/N whined.

"Do you want me to carry you to the car?" Dodge offered. Y/N perked up immediately, nodding her head.

Dodge rolled his eyes again with a quiet laugh and turned around to allow her to hop onto her back. Y/N wound her arms around him, burying her face into the crook of his neck.

"I love you," she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss where her lips lay.

"I love you too."

#dodge mason #dodge mason fanfiction #dodge mason imagine #dodge mason x reader #mike faist #mike faist x reader #mike faist fanfiction #panic #panic 2021

[xriff-raffx]

When We're Alone

A/N: 18+ Smut based on request

"Riff smut plz!!! (Maybe the reader being one of the Jets little sister)"

Masterlist

I arrived at my building and immediately recognized the sound of The Jets. As I climbed the stairs to my apartment, their hollering became louder and I groaned in frustration. Diesel told me he was working at the auto shop late tonight, why are they here? I open the door, slowly looking around, my eyes land on a small group of rowdy boys standing around my kitchen table. When I walk closer, silence fills the room as they turn to stare at me.

“What are you doing here?” I ask pointedly, looking from one to the other before looking at Riff, their leader. He’s sitting at the table, casually with his legs propped on the chair next to him and a tooth pick in his mouth. 

“We’re waitin’ on yer brother, girly,” He leans back further into the chair. 

“Well, you’ll be waitin’ a while,” I say walking past them to the fridge, pulling out a jug of lemonade and pouring myself a glass. “He’s workin’ late,” I turn back to face the group, “There’s really no point in you all hangin’ round.” I mumbled the last part, hoping not to anger them.

Mouthpiece lets out a loud groan, “Yer kiddin.” He turns his attention to Riff, “Can we go now?” he sounded like a whining child. 

“Yeah,” A-Rab shouted, “She said he’ll be late.” The boys started to get worked up again, all shouting over each other. I attempted to get them to quiet down, but of course, they ignored me. Until Riff stood up, silencing them all.

“Alright,” he spoke slowly, taking the toothpick out of his mouth. I watched as he locked eyes with Ice briefly before giving a nod. “Roll out, boys.”

I watched as they began to file out the door, running down the stairs, the yells starting to become distant. All of them, except Riff. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw he had returned to his earlier position at the table. A lump grew in my throat, as I felt his stare.

“Mind if I wait here?” His voice was much softer than when I had heard him speak earlier. Not knowing what to say, I nodded back quickly returning to my lemonade. “Sorry about them,” he gestured towards the door.

“It’s fine,” I sigh out, “I’m kind of used to it by now.” I rolled my eyes and he smiled back. He had a beautiful smile that lit up his face, he looked like he wouldn’t hurt a fly when he smiled but I know better than that. I realised I was staring and quickly shook myself out of the trance. I watched his smile turn into his signature smirk, as he stood up from the table slowly.

“When did Diesel say he’d be home?”

“He didn’t,” I croaked out. My eyes went big at the sound of my voice, I had really hoped I wouldn’t sound nervous. I coughed, pretending to clear my throat. “Just that it’ll be late.” I stood up a little straighter, trying to recover from my little hiccup.

“I see,” Riff slowly began to walk towards me. “So it’s just you and me tonight,” he spoke lowly and I felt his hand lightly brush against my waist before resting on my hip. “Hows about we have a little fun?” He looked down at me, mischief reflecting in his eyes and I watched as he lowered his gaze on my body.

I was used to this side of Riff, whenever we were alone he couldn’t keep his hands off me. Not that I mind at all, he’s gorgeous. We always had to be careful though, Diesel would kill me if he knew I was foolin’ around with one of the Jets, not to mention the leader. I looked Riff up and down, returning his smirk before turning away and walking towards my bedroom. He quickly followed me, closing the bedroom door behind himself. 

“I don’t know how long we have,” I said while slowly unbuttoning the shirt I had on. He nods at my words, but he’s too distracted by my body.

“Better get started then girly girl,” he replies smugly. I take off my top, revealing a red bra and Riff groans to himself before closing the space between us. “You sure you weren’t expectin’ someone? You’re lookin’ real sexy.”

“This is nothin’,” I say gesturing to my bra, doing my best not to blush. “Besides The Jets always come on Fridays and yo-,” I realize what I said and freeze, stopping mid-sentence.

“Oh really?” Riff wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in even closer. He clearly caught what I said. “You mean to say, you get all dolled up for me?” His lips were on my neck in seconds, kissing and sucking lightly. I moaned quietly at the contact and I felt him smirk against my neck. “Jump,” he mumbled, as he moved his hands to my thighs. I did as he said and he caught me, wrapping my legs around his torso. 

His lips now crashed onto my own in a wave of passion. I felt him walking me over to the bed before dropping me on it. His eyes, now dark and filled with lust, racked over my body. I felt his hands grip my skirt and rip it off in a matter of seconds, my panties were gone next. I propped myself up so I could see him better, his muscles glistened from sweat with each movement. I smirked to myself as I watched him frantically remove his clothes. His hands returned to my body, slowly making their way up my legs, I knew Riff was doing it on purpose.

“Riff,” I moaned, “stop teasing.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” He asked, in a playful manner. I watched as he slowly lowered his face to my pussy, maintaining eye contact with me. 

I gasped as I felt his mouth leave kisses around my folds. His tongue moved expertly on my clit, rubbing small circles and earning a moan from me. A shiver ran through my body, feeling him suddenly blow onto the sensitive area. My hands grabbed his hair and he let out a grunt, burrowing his face into my pussy deeper. My legs began to shake as I got closer to my climax, I couldn’t help but moan out in pleasure.

“I’m so close, Riff,” I moan out and I feel him stop abruptly, pulling himself up to a standing position. I sat up, watching his every movement, mesmerized by his beauty. 

“Not yet,” he said sternly, yanking off his boxers. His cock was already hard and looking at it made my mouth water. I instinctively licked my lips, looking up at him, waiting for approval. His smirk reappeared, “ya wanna suck me doll?” I nodded back in response. “How about ya suck me and then I pound that pretty little pussy?” 

“Yes please,” I moan back in response. I grab his member by the base and slowly insert him into my mouth. He lets out a quiet moan as I take in his length, putting his hands in my hair. I feel him start to push my head further into his cock, making me gag slightly, the feeling making me wet. I let out a moan on his dick and I feel his grip on me tighten. 

“Just like that,” He moaned, “be a little slut for me.” I moaned again at his words and hollowed out my mouth, starting to deep throat him faster. I moved my hand to his balls, massaging him lightly, earning another moan from Riff. 

“That’s enough,” he practically growled and pulled me off of him, pushing me back onto the bed. He lined his cock up with my opening, thrusting deep into my pussy. I moaned as he quickened his pace, digging my nails into his back. My moans turned into screams moments later and I did my best to match his movements.

I could feel my orgasm nearing, and I threw my head back in pleasure, Riff’s name spilling from my mouth. I wrapped my legs around him tighter, pulling him impossibly closer to me. He leaned in, connecting our lips again sloppily. I bucked my hips into him, and he moaned into my mouth before lightly biting my lip. I came hard on his cock, a small scream of pleasure escaping my mouth. Quickening his pace, Riff quickly filled me with his cum before pulling out. 

We stayed in bed for a moment before the sound of the door made us both jolt up. I started to fix myself, making it look like I was sleeping. Riff scrambled to his feet, putting his clothes on in record time before heading over to the window. He looked at me then back and the window, pausing briefly. Within seconds he was right in front of me, placing one last kiss hungrily on my lips and then dashing right back over. He sent me one last glance, giving me a wink then slipped down the fire escape.

#riff smut #riff west side story #wss jets #smut #riff imagine #mike faist #mike faist fanfiction #west side story #wss #riff lorton #riff wss #riff fanfic #riff x reader #wss 2021 #west side story 2021 #wss riff

[dreaminginpastels]

Hi Daniella!, Can I ask for a fem!reader for Conor Murphy, in which the reader has a big family with a couple of brothers and sisters (she is the oldest) and she wants to introduce Connor to them, but my poor Con is very insecure about it ?. If you don't fell like doing it is totally fine, take care ❤

Nela

open your eyes

pairing: connor murphy x fem!reader

summary: connor is finally comfortable to be himself in your relationship when you decide it’s time for him to meet your big family

warnings: slight angst, mentions of mental health struggles, bullying,  and insecurity (because it’s Connor)

reader pronouns: she/her (by request)

word count: 1.8k

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Connor Murphy was in love with you. But then again, he’d never really had any other option. You weren’t the type to give up on anyone, and once you’d decided that you would be friends with Connor Murphy, well, the boy didn’t stand a chance.

He’d fallen for you slowly, ever careful with his fragile heart. Had done everything that he could to deter you. He’d put on a tough facade, determined to not fall for those doe eyes of yours, but his walls had started to crumble from the first moment he heard your sweet voice.

It had been your first day of school, a year ago or thereabouts, and he had been grabbing books out of his locker when he’d heard confident steps approaching him. He’d flinched, used to being grabbed and shoved against lockers, or shoved to the ground, books toppling around him. High schoolers were not kind. His nervous system relaxed, however, when he’d seen you looking up at him, shoulders back, with a determined smile on your face. “Hi, I’m new here and-”

“I can tell.”

“Oh! Right, sorry.” You smiled, shaking off his rude interruption. “I’m y/n, it’s my first day and I was wondering if you could tell me where room 416 is?”

He rolled his eyes, painful as it was to treat such adorableness with displeasure. Still, he couldn’t let anyone in. Not when he’d been hurt too many times before. “Look, what I mean is I can tell you’re new here because no one speaks to me unless they’re looking for trouble. But, if it gets you out of my hair, it’s down the hall, to your left, and then your third right. Got it?”

You nodded, smiling up at him as he turned back to his locker. “Thank you…uh…”

He sighed, closing his locker door and turning to you. “It’s Connor.”

“Oh, well thank you Connor, I-”

Your voice had paused as he turned and walked down the hallway in the opposite direction. That hadn’t stopped you though. “I hope you have a great day!”

It would take him months to tell you, but as he walked away from you that day, a small smile spread across his face at your kind words. He told himself not to think anything of it, but figured as he’d probably never see you again, he could allow himself to enjoy that small moment of kindness. It was a rare occurrence for him after all.

Until it wasn’t. A few days later, he was sitting alone in the cafeteria when a lunch tray appeared next to him. Again, he flinched at the sound of it hitting the table, used to being approached by bullies intending to threaten him or tease him about…existing…he figured. But again, he’d been surprised when those increasingly familiar doe eyes looked up at him. “Hi Connor, it’s uh, y/n? We met the other day. I just wanted to say thank you for helping me find my class. It’s nice to have a friend, this school is bigger than I imagined.”

He was flabbergasted. A beautiful girl kept approaching him, and had now decided that they were friends? After a miniscule interaction? He had to be dreaming. These kinds of things didn’t happen to guys like him. And yet there you were, awaiting his response patiently while he sat there like a moron staring blankly back at you. Nice one Connor. He laughed as he thought back to how awkward he’d been.

“People don’t usually sit with me.”

Somehow emboldened by his words, you shuffled closer. He felt his walls begin to crumble. “Well there’s always a first!”

He stared at you before coughing himself into action, he figured he should at least give talking to you a go. “How, uh- How was your first day anyway?”

Your mouth broke into a warm smile. Crumble. “It was alright, a bit lonely, people don’t seem to want to give new people a chance here, but-”

“Oh, they don’t give anyone that isn’t a part of their cliques a chance, don’t take it personally.”

“Thanks Connor,” Those doe eyes met his cautious irises. Crumble. “So how’s your day?”

He grimaced then, not used to people asking him about himself. He took a deep breath and gave his best attempt at a smile. “It’s, uh- okay? I don’t usually have someone to talk to about my day so I’m not really sure what to say.”

You frowned at him, which, against his better judgement, caused a deep laugh to emerge from his chest. Crumble. He couldn’t help it, your concern for him was adorable. Those walls he built to keep himself safe were no match for your kind heart. “Well, here.”

You leaned down and took out a notebook and pen from your bag before writing on the page, ripping it out, and handing it to him. When he took the page from you, his hand trembled as he realised what had happened. He looked up at you with the expression of a child being given their first dose of affection. You smiled, resolute. “Now you have my number, so you can call or text to tell me about your day if you ever want to.”

He couldn’t get the smile off his face for the rest of the day, palming the page in the pocket of his hoodie whenever he needed a reminder that someone as wonderful as you actually seemed to care about him. Little did he know how your heart had soared when, an hour after school, your phone buzzed with his first message:

Hi y/n, this is Connor. Thanks for being my friend. You’re a cool person.

Followed immediately by another after as he realised that his message was a bit cold.

:)

You’d giggled the whole way home.

A year later, and you had happily been dating for eight months. It had been tough, what with Connor’s seemingly endless self-doubts and insecurities, but you were going strong. Connor had made you more considerate and thoughtful, taking extra care to stop and pay attention to the world around you, and you had made him open up, showed him that it was okay to let the world in and that not everyone was out to hurt him.

Connor was finally comfortable being himself, secure in the relationship, when you decided that it was time for your worlds to combine. Your mother had been insisting for months that she wanted to have your boyfriend over for dinner, and having seen Connor so happy lately, you figured now was as good a time as any.

You imagined it going so smoothly, with Connor melting into your arms and being so excited to meet the people that loved you as much as he did. What happened instead was that Connor stared at you wide-eyed for a moment, then stood up, mumbled something about being late for class, and left the cafeteria. Despite it being the middle of the lunch break.

Anyone else would’ve been worried but you knew Connor. He just needed a bit of time to think about things and then he would come find you and talk about it. Sure enough, he approached your locker right after the school bell rang to finish the day.

He looked at you nervously, arms folding in on themselves. “Can, uh, we talk?”

You nodded. “Of course we can, love.”

You walked to a nearby park where you often spent time, the two of you sitting down on a park bench. A group of young kids were kicking a soccer ball around between them, while others sat on swings. You looked at Connor whose gaze was locked on the group kicking the ball around in a desperate bid to avoid your eyes. “Sweetheart, what’s going on in that mind? Please let me in.”

He sighed, studying the gravel below you with his head in his hands. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to meet your family.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in concern. “And why is that?”

Running his hands through his hair, he finally looked up at you. “I’m not a..people person…like you. I mean, you remember what I was like before we were dating, I’m not good at looking at people, let alone talking to them, let alone trying to impress your family who…”

His eyes widened. “-your large family, who I’m just never going to be enough for. Your parents are already going to stress me out and you can at least hold an adult conversation with them. How am I supposed to make a good impression on your siblings? They’re kids! I’m horrible with kids.”

Just as Connor was returning to his head-in-hands-moping position, a ball landed at his feet. “Hey, pass us the ball!”

Connor slowly stood up, gently dribbling the ball between his feet before jogging over to the group and passing it to the boy that had called out. “Dude, that was some super quick footing before, do you play professionally or something?”

You watched the young boy blush, rubbing a hand behind his neck bashfully. “Haha, no!”

Connor leaned down, “You sure? With moves like that I wouldn’t be surprised if you make the big leagues with some patience and practice!”

The kid squinted up at your boyfriend, smiling excitedly, and your heart melted at the sight. Connor reached over and ruffled the boy’s hair before heading back over to you. He turned around to the boy, pointing a finger at him and calling out, “Gotta put in the hard work, alright?”

The kid nodded as Connor sat back next to you. You noted how his body language had shifted: he was more open, happier, content. At least until he remembered the conversation he had left. He sighed, “I just…they’re going to hate me.”

“Connor, hey,” You reached out an arm, noting the way he flinched before easing into your touch. It broke your heart how much pain he held inside him, despite how far he’d come. How far you both had. “They’re going to love you. You have so much heart, my love. You try so hard to be loving and kind despite all that you’re going through. How could they not love you?”

He lingered in your gaze before looking back out to the park, letting out a deep exhale. You took the opportunity to continue. “I mean, look at how you just made that little boy’s day. He’s not going to forget the guy that went up to him in the park and believed in him and his dreams. If you can do that, you can sure as hell hold a conversation with my siblings.”

He looked up at you, a glint of hope in his eye and a small smile appearing on his face. “You think?”

You smiled, “Absolutely. And besides, do you really think I’d ever let you get hurt by someone, even slightly? If my family says anything that upsets you, I’ll be right there. And I’ll give them a piece of my mind.”

He laughed and wrapped his arms around you, angling down to kiss the top of your hair. “How did I ever get lucky enough to find you?”

You smiled into his embrace, “You opened your eyes.”

a/n: hi lovely Nela! thank you for being so patient waiting for me to tackle one of your wonderful requests. I figured since you’re a bit nervous about your upcoming adventure that I would surprise you with a story to cheer you up! I hope that this is everything that you wanted it to be. thank you for always being such a wonderful friend 💜

p.s. I listened to the writing playlist you made me while writing this and I absolutely adore it 🥰

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hiiiii your blog is truly *chef’s kiss* (but i’m sure you already know that!!) this is so specific but could you write a dodge fic where maybe he has too much to drink and he’s just a blabbering mess and doesn’t want to sleep? i saw another fic like that and it would be so cute with dodge i think. have a fabulous day!

Dodge Mason x Reader: Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts.

Words: 494 (short, i know.)

Warning: not proof-read, fluff, very very short.

Summary: Dodge drinks too much and then he doesn't want to go to sleep.

Author's note: Thank you so so much for your compliments! And I'm so sorry I answered to this ask months later... I've been feeling pretty unmotivated lately but now I'm back. Hope someone likes this. I'm sorry it's so short, too, it feels dumb.

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“C’mon, let’s get you to bed.” You laughed, trying to move your boyfriend from the front door, which had taken too long to open, to move. 

Dodge giggled under his breath like what you had said were the most funny words in existence for him, and with a little content smile on your face, you closed the door without letting go of the arm he had wrapped around your shoulders so he wouldn’t fall. Saying he had had too many shots was… well, the truth, but considering he rarely went out or drank, it was different in a good way seeing him like this. You were just hoping he wouldn’t start throwing up. 

He was still laughing and happy as you put your arm around his shoulders to make the hold more stable. However, when you started to move towards your bedroom, Dodge started showing resistance and not helping at all, unlike what he had been doing back when you were walking the dark streets. 

“Dodge, c’mon.” You laughed, still sure about your idea of putting him in your bed so he could rest a bit. 

“No, I don’t wanna go to sleep, I– no.” Dodge got rid of your hold and turned around, entering the living room instead of continuing through the hallway, still muttering things that escaped your hearing. 

You sighed softly before following him closely, watching how he was able to maintain his posture for some seconds before threatening to fall, then doing so in the coach. His dramatical fall let you know he wasn’t hurt and was kind of playing with you in that moment, and a smile slipped into your face as you sat next to the couch where he was laying now. 

When you looked at him, you found him smiling and already staring at you, as intensely as ever. “You’re beautiful, Y/N.” You felt the heat in your body, embarrassed by his kind words, spoken so nonchalantly and lovesick.

“Thanks.” You murmured, and he said something about tea and stars, but it made no sense to you. It probably meant something for him. “You need to go to sleep, Dodge.”

“No!” His boyish smile was beautiful as he turned to you in the comfort of your couch, occupying his whole face. God, he was so pretty, even when drunk. “You need to sleep.”

A giggle escaped your mouth. “I do, that’s why I want you to come with me to bed, too.”

“But I don’t– want to.” The hiccup he let out in the middle of his words made you laugh longer than it probably should, because when you looked at him afterwards his eyes had a confused glimmer on them. “What?”

“What?”

“I love you.” Dodge’s eyes shone wildly as he muttered the words, so low he was probably sure you hadn’t heard him. You of course did, however.

Your hand slipped to his hair and caressed softly, lovingly. “I know. I love you too.”

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