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ewanmitchellconnoisseur · 3 months

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"Loved, Wanted, Unforgettable"

A/N: This is my take on an alternative ending for the wonderful story "If I Had the Love I Needed" by the amazing @thought--bubble! You can read Part 1 here and Part 2 here. I strongly recommend reading them both first! You will not regret it!

Summary: Will comes by your house franticly asking you to pack a bag. You find out what he did and that he's leaving town...and he wants you to go with him.

Tw: ANGST ANGST ANGST (for no reason...life is just too good right now let's mix it up 😂), smut, unprotected sex, possible impregnation, oral sex (m receiving), facefucking, fingering, praise, creampie

A/N: And just so we are all clear I did get Jess's permission before using her plot!!

After he finishes speaking you stare into his eyes searching for a hint that this is a joke. Maybe this was a prank?

"Please. Pack a bag." He holds your hands enveloping them in his own.

"I- I can't just leave Will...my aunt...I can't just leave her." He can feel his heart break as you speak. "I love you. So much. But there has to be another way-"

"There is no other way!" He cuts you off dropping your hands angrily. "Matt will go to the police and I will end up going to jail!." He sits down on your bed running his hands through his hair panicking. He thought you would have said yes without hesitation.

"And what do you think will happen if we get caught on the run? You'll go to jail for even longer...its better you take your chances now. You won't get as much time." His leg is bouncing up and down quickly and his breathing is coming out erraticly. You kneel in front of him and you place your hand on his knees holding them down. "You should turn yourself in...show remorse for whatever it is you did."

He looked up at you tears prickling his eyes. He knew you were right. Running would only get him so far and in the end, he could end up getting you time as well as an accomplice.

"I- I don't wanna be without you." His voice cracked as he spoke bringing tears to your own eyes. "You made me feel wanted, loved and unforgettable." You smile at his use of words. The same ones he used the night he made you his.

"I'll always want you. Always love you, and I'll never forget you." He knows you mean it yet it doesn't reduce any of the pain he's feeling in his chest. You sit on his lap straddling him as his hands hold your waist and his forehead rests against your chest. "I'll wait for you...I know it will be long. But I'll wait." He looks up at you hope glimmering in his eyes.

"Really? You'd do that?" You nod and kiss him passionately knowing it will be one of your lasts.

"Of course, I would. You're my person." Will peppers your face with kisses feeling his mood lighten slightly. He's willing to go through years in jail if it means coming back home to you.

"Marry me." The words come out of his mouth before he has a chance to stop them. "I-I mean...you don't have to but..I'd really li-" You shut him up with a kiss as you nod your head instantly.

"Yes. Yes. Yes." Each word is followed by a kiss somewhere on his face. Will didn't move an inch the one word repeating in his mind. You watch his face waiting for a reaction. All he does is stare at you that same look painted on his face.

You squeal slightly as Will picks you up quickly and has you lying on your back followed by a hungry kiss. You both make quick work of undressing each other. Will's hands explore your body, he commits every curve and shape to memory.

You reach down and palm at Will's cock which earns you a moan.

"I- I want to make you feel good." You pant as Will leaves hickeys across your chest.

"You do. You always do." You roll your eyes and lift his head up so he can see your face.

"Not like that...I want to...I want to suck your cock." You rush out that last part as heat rises to your cheek in embarrassment. Will smiles and then laughs which makes you frown and turn away from him. "Don't laugh at me..."

"I'm sorry baby. Im sorry." He turns you back to face him. "I'd love for you to suck my cock." He leans up off of you and rolls over to your side sitting up against your bed's headboard. You move in between his lap.

"You have to teach me how. I've never done it before." Will holds your chin between his finger and thumb and leans down giving you a quick kiss.

"You're too cute." He leans back up and runs a thumb over your lips while the other strokes his cock slowly. "Just watch for your teeth. And oddly enough think of it as an ice lollie. But, no teeth!" You smile and nod.

You take your hand and you copy what Will was doing before pumping him in your hand. You stare at the slit on the head of his penis and decide to slowly run your tongue over it. You look up to find Will's mouth agape as he watches you explore this new experience.

You finally take him in your mouth. You've seen videos online but you've always wondered what it would actually be like to give someone head.

"oh- fuck." You look up at Will. His head is thrown back and his mouth is still wide open. You feel a sense of pride from being able to make him feel this good. He's always so focused on your pleasure and never his own. "Hollow your cheeks, baby."

You do as he says and get another groan out of him. Will pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail and starts pushing you down on his own helping you take him further down your throat.

"Breathe through your nose and tap my leg if ts too much." You nod your head and Will wastes no time shoving his cock further down your throat till he's hitting the back. You moan around his cock which only makes his hips stutter as the sound is better than any sound you've ever made.

He quickens still trying not to go too fast so as to not overwhelm you but still wanting to chase that feeling. "Oh fuck I love you so much...i love you, I love you, I love you." You feel his cock twitch in your mouth and you know he's close. As a chain of fucks escapes his lips you take him as far back as you can and hold him there. Flattening your tongue so they can reach a bit of his balls. "Yes- fuck! Just like that.".

You feel your mouth fill with a warm liquid. Will pulls himself out of your mouth panting staring at your face. You make a show of swallowing his cum and showing him your empty mouth. He smiles and wipes your wet cheeks, you hadn't even noticed you were crying.

"Im not done with you yet." You notice Will is still just as hard as he was before. "There is something I want to try." He pulls you up so you're straddling him. "I want you to ride me."

Your face is quick to feel hot again under embarrassment. That was something you also hadn't done, unaware if you'd have the stamina to keep going. Will reaches down and runs a finger through your folds slipping one ever so easily inside.

"All wet just from sucking my cock?" You nod as he curls his finger into that spot only he ever manages to reach. "You gonna play with this pussy while im gone? Imagining it's me?"

"Y-yes yes." He adds another finger slowly pumping in and out of you.

"God im gonna miss this so fucking much." He uses his other hand to palm at one of your breasts while he sits up and takes your other nipple in his mouth. You meet the thrusts of his finger feeling the heel of his hand rub against your clit.

"Fuck...im so close. Don't stop." The pressure in your stomach gets tighter as you feel yourself getting lost in all the pleasure.

"Cum for me baby. Cum on my fingers." You lean down and kiss Will moaning into his mouth as you cum around his fingers clamping down on them. "Thats it, good girl."

He slowly removes his fingers and wipes your wetness all over his cock. He lifts your hips slightly not waiting for you to come down from your high. One of his hands holds your waist while the other holds his cock just below you. "Sit on it."

You slowly sink down on his cock till he's fully inside of you. You place both hands on his chest as you bounce on his cock not bothering to hold in any moans knowing your aunt is too drunk to wake up. Will holds onto your waist and fucks up into you matching your rhythm.

"You're doing so good baby." He sits up and his hands move to gripping your ass. Will knows your stamina won't last long. "Put your arms around me." Your head rests in the crook of his neck as you wrap your arms around him. He helps lower and lift you faster the only sounds filling the room are your moans and lewd wet noises.

"Fuck fuck fuck." You could feel his cock throbbing inside you and knew he was close. And Will could feel you clenching down on him signalling you near your end. "Cum with me baby."

You nod your head and search his lips for another hungry kiss. He ruts into you harder over and over until he feels you squeeze his cock harshly and moan into his mouth. He shoves himself deep inside you one last time and cums in you not remembering or caring that he isn't wearing a condom nor are you on any birth control.

Will lays back down not bothering to take himself out of you and lays you down on his chest.

"Give me 2 days. I'll tell Nan...get some stuff organized. Then I'll turn myself in."

And he did. 2 days later you were crying outside the police station giving him one last long and deep hug. He kissed your forehead repeatedly. Whispering for you to please stop crying for him.

"I love you so much, baby. Take care of Nan yeah?" He looks towards Leah and nods. She walks closer and takes your hand helping you to finally let go of Will. It was hard convincing her to come here but she ended up agreeing to for you.

"I love you too Will and I'll take care of her." He kisses your ring finger on top of the new tattoo you both got. Too broke to get a real engagement ring you convinced a buddy of his to do permanent wedding bands.

Will knew you two wouldn't be able to get married before the police would find him so you both opted to remain engaged until he got out of jail.

Will wipes the tears from his eyes as he turns and starts walking towards the police station.

"WIll! Wait!" You run back to him and he's quick to catch you carrying you in his arms as you give him one last kiss. Will holds you against him tightly wanting to remember this feeling.

Soon enough he slowly puts you back on the ground. No more words are needed and he turns and walks inside the station.

And so you watch as he walks away knowing you won't get to hold him again for a long time. The only person who ever made you feel loved, wanted and unforgettable.

Characters are not minors. Will is 18. Made a mistake earlier, my brain wanted to make him a minor so he wouldn't get a lot of time but I changed it.

A/N: Do any other writers out there feel like they write so much faster when they're fueled by delusions? I started this 2 hours ago...and somehow finished the whole thing!!!!

Please go and check out the original story here! It is honestly an amazing story and there isn't much Will fanfics out there! He deserves more love!!!

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 6 months

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If it's not too much trouble could you show us some of your sketches of Barnaby and Wally cuddling/ hugging? The way you draw them injects serotonin directly into my blood stream 🫶🏽 👉🏽👈🏽

Have a nice day/night btw!

im not sure if there's anything leftover that i haven't already posted & isn't too dated for me to handle... but actually hold on lemme look through my scribble pages. there might be something hiding in the back

AHA! mostly au scribbles but here they are!

#the top two are from a fic that exists only in my head and as a partial outline. the rest are au. obviously lmao #the second one is a bit old. so is the dragon one. and the human one #the first is the freshest!#most of my Them scribbles have been posted either in groups or with other stuff...#i havent drawn them being cute in a while. i should do that #rambles from the bog #scribble salad #Thank You! have a nice day/night as well! i hope you enjoy these little doodles!

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acediee · 10 months

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If he didn’t know any better, he would think that you were telling him that you cared about what he was saying.

#shino #aburame shino #shino aburame #team Kurenai #naruto #naruto shippuuden #aburame #another fic fanart!#dude... maybe bc I read an old wiki page but from childhood till now I always thought his fav food was just wintermelon?#i never questioned why the focal dish in the fic was salad? like maybe it fit his vibes or smth??#I found out only a few days ago and was like :OO... KID ME READ THAT WIKI PAGE LIKE CRAZY TOO DAMNS 😭#anw I love this fic a ton too 👍🏻 since it's sfw I can drop the title as well!#honey stand from phoenix_is_rising #I have a lot more shino art to post + a lot of comms I did over the past month but I just need to find the energy LOL #my art #artists on tumblr #illust #illustration #had this one sitting unposted for AGES mb

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myfandomprompts · 10 months

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Is there anything left for us? || Will (Salad Days) || (1/2)

Will x Reader

Warnings: nsfw, swearing, angst, mention of alcohol, smut Summary: You've been struggling with your feelings for Will for years. Then he calls you after the worst mistake of his life and you feel the world crumble around you. A/N: I'm trying something that has been going around in my mind for quite sometimes. Please see it more as an essay about Salad Days and my vision of Will. Sorry for the length... I just wanted to share my love for this short that I find very good, story wise, many included arcs so it give Will reasons and depth for his actions. It was just so good. I realise that my writing are not for everyone. In any case, part one is more to be seen as an "essay" about the character, but part 2 is more story inclined.

You missed him, but over the years, you had learned to get used to it.

Will had always been a lone wolf kind of guy, and when he disappeared like that you knew that it was because he didn't want to be bothered, or to be found. You tried to respect that at most of your capacities, to give him the space he needed to deal with whatever he had going on.

Even back in high school when you watched him from afar, the cocky guy at the back of the class with his group of troublesome friends, you could see how much he felt rejected, out of place. It was no secret that he had complicated family issues and he hated it when people brought it up. So no one dared to. Only when you befriended him during the last year of high school did you realise how complicated it truly was.

He didn't know his father, and what happened with his mum was a mystery to everyone. Ever since that time, he had lived with his grandmother and you had never seen Will care for someone as much as he cared for her. It was touching and sweet, making you wonder if his nan was the only family affection he had ever known. If he were to lose her, he would be alone.

There was that eagerness within him, the one that craved affection, the one that longed to erase this feeling of loneliness that weighed inside of him. You witnessed it with the girls he fell for every once in a while, in the fleeting relationships and obsessions he experienced with the occasional gal, and each time it ended badly, because Will was Will: wild, hot-blooded and strong-willed.

But he was the most resourceful man you've ever encountered, always finding solutions, always taking advantage of what he thought he could, and always taking the lead when needed to. You admired that in him, this raw strength smothering his weaknesses, heightening his confidence, but sometimes you feared that his habit to always act with his head down first would play to his disadvantage one day. Because where he could be shy at times, often keeping to himself when he felt he did not have the upper hand, he could also be as keen to make rash decisions, his pride and stubbornness taking the better of him. And sometimes it affected the people around him.

And that included Leah. And you.

In high school you have always regarded Will, Matt, and Tom as the troublesome trio, so in the last year when Leah, your best friend, got close to Matt, all that was left for you to do was to follow. You became the added part of the group, doomed to see how all the boys would find Leah endearing and sweet, whereas you tried to remain unimpressed by them and wary of their actions because you were “stubborn as hell”, as Leah often put it. But the more Matt and your friend grew close over the years, the more you warmed up to them, finding them sympathetic, nice and caring. And definitely funny. And you liked to believe that they liked you as well.

It was around that time that you came to know Will better and realise everything he was carrying on his shoulders, too heavy for him to handle for someone so young. You could see it in the way he avoided some topics in conversations, how he sometimes paced around a room without paying any mind to his friends, or how sulky he seemed to become every time you all talked about the future or how a member of your family had reacted to this or that.

It attracted you somehow, this double side of his. The strong, tall, and proud man he was versus the reserved one with anguish, hidden behind the boiling rage he displayed at times. So you opened up to him, more than to the others, your heart desperate to know his, to see if you could do anything to help him, to make him feel like he didn't need to prove anything to anyone. At first he was surprised that a girl like you, all serious and phlegmatic, would take an interest in him, but you had some humour in you and he did find you funny. Besides, you didn't take any shit from anyone, especially from the guys, and neither did Leah, shutting down each time they teased both of you or made gruesome jokes you were not very fond of. But each time, Will or Matt would stop, seeing that you were not very receptive and proceed to do something you liked, right before you would tease them back, surprising them and making them laugh as well. Your coldness toward them slowly thawed within months.

You liked to believe Will admired that in you too, how you were able to put them off this easily.

High school ended and everybody stuck around; none of you were willing to venture out and all of you had a project of your own. You knew the guys were applying for several jobs, Leah had found one in a fish and chips for a while, whereas you would take online classes and tutoring students on the side.

And as your group grew forever closer, trying for your part to see through Will as much as you could over time, slowly but surely, you were doomed to see how his eyes shifted whenever he would look at your best friend.

It was so obvious you wondered why Matt hadn't noticed it before, even back in high school. Matt and Leah had got together right after the end of the year, and you believed that only Will’s well-hidden insecurities had prevented him from going after Leah first. Or maybe he knew that his friend had liked her for a long time and chose not to interfere, you didn't know. Still, you could see how Will would look away or look too intensely when Matt and Leah were together, holding hands or kissing, and only you and Tom would joke about it. Not Will. Never Will.

More often than not, it would only be you and Will; Matt and Leah would be off together, having some alone time, and Tom would be off with his family. You would go to his place, talk with his nan, give her news about Leah and your friends, about your family, and then spend time with Will, reminiscing about high school or talking about your lives. You had a lot in common, from playing video games you both like to make fun of the dumb British celebrities on reality shows, even sometimes organising a contest of darts in his basement. You, always so confident that you would win, versus Will, being exactly the same. It always ended similarly, a tied game, as you both were equally stubborn.

When you were still at your parent’s, he would often ditch your group when you invited the whole of them but did not come, and you wondered if it was too hard for Will to be inside of a happy home, one he did not have. But you quickly abandoned this theory, because when you invited Will to come over when the rest was not around, he always came, spending whole afternoons and evenings with you, for the greatest pleasure of your little sister that adored him. And you could not blame her. At nine years old, she would always come to him and he would always joke with her and carry her around, with a blush on her cheeks, and you would watch, their laughter warming your heart.

Now that you had your own flat, he still came, but less often. You and Leah knew the guys were always hanging out together, doing who knows what, but it didn’t prevent you from missing them dearly. Recently, Matt and Leah had gone through a rough patch, and you had to admit that you had feared for their relationship more than once in the past couple of weeks. You didn’t want your friend to be miserable, and you would do what you could to prevent that.

This is why the bonfire party from three weeks ago had been a relief to you, happy to finally see all of your group together again at the rim of the forest outside of the city, perched on the hills where you could watch the stars and make as much noise as you wanted. But as the night went on and the alcohol claimed your blood, you hadn’t expected Leah and Matt to argue again in the middle of it all, and more importantly, you hadn’t expected for yourself to have an argument with him, for the first time of your life.

The words he had shot at you still rang in your ears, as yours felt like poison, something not of your own but that you have uttered nonetheless. He had come to you with worries about Leah again, about how unhappy she seemed to be, and you couldn’t help it. All you heard in his worries was his own hope that they would grow apart, and this time you had been unable to hide your jealousy, ignoring him and growling in annoyance. When he asked what was wrong with you, you only lied to him and assured him that you were fine. But he didn’t like that.

“You always fucking do that, try to pretend like nothing bothers you but it’s bullshit,” he had suddenly shouted, crushing his cigarette under his shoe. “What are you fucking afraid of exactly Y/N, hm? Maybe you should grow some and start telling me!”

You had turned around in shock, the alcohol and the weight in your heart heightening your frustration and anger.

“I’m not afraid of telling you anything! And you’re the one to talk, always hiding things, closing off to me. You hide more from me than I have ever hidden from you, don’t you dare think I don’t know that.”

You earned an annoyed from from Will, lined with guilt, his tongue running across his teeth while you waited for him to respond, to say anything.

“I get it, you don’t need to tell me anything, but don’t blame me for keeping things from you that hurts, because it does Will!” you had confessed with tears threatening to appear at the rim of your eyes. “Just… Just don’t even bother.”

And with that you had turned around toward the cars, clearly remembering the way Will’s arm had caught yours in an attempt to stop you, but you only ignored it and left the field, the party, and your friends behind.

The day after that, you learned everything from your phone call to Leah as she recounted this painful night to you in more detail, telling you how Matt had ignored her for most of the night before leaving, making her feel abandoned and alone. Then she told you that Will had been the one to come to her, to comfort her, and the knot in your stomach tightened. When you pressed a little, she shamefully confessed Will had kissed her.

You couldn’t say that you weren’t surprised, but you made a great effort not to let anything appear in your voice. She continued, telling you that she had pushed Will away as nicely as she could, that she felt awfully guilty, that Matt was all she cared about and that it all seemed like a blur to her. You tried to reassure her, telling her that it was not her fault, that it meant nothing along as apologising for not being there for her when it happened. In your upset state, you hadn’t been able to stay, and you now regretted that you hadn’t. You would make it up to her, bury those feelings that clung to your heart and tried to ignore the pain you felt for Will at his rejection. Or was it your pain? You didn’t know.

Whatever happened seemed to have awoken something within Leah because two days later she was back with Matt, stronger than ever. Now it has been three weeks, and you have started a very busy week with work, three weeks without a word from Will. When you popped by Leah’s work when you could she would tell you that she had seen the three of your friends, and you tried not to ask about Will.

Two days later, Leah called and told you that she was pregnant. You congratulated her but you heard the anguish in her voice, so you tried to sooth her as much as you could. She would be all right, you knew it.

You wondered how Will had reacted.

Then it all escalated.

One minute you were working at home, trying to focus, the next you received a text from Will, breaking these three weeks of silence between the two of you:“Can you come get me Y/N please.”

You frown, heart beating because it was him, and because it was the last message you would have expected.

Where are you? you typed black.

Idk, somewhere near the bonfire’s place.

Memories of that night float back in your mind, anguish taking hold of you but you gathered yourself.

What are you doing there? you reply, heart beating.

I walked… just come Y/N please.

Will, what’s going on?

He didn’t answer. It was beginning to get dark outside, and you wondered what the hell he was doing, walking all the way up there. Part of you did not want to find out, but it was Will, and he never asked for anything, or very rarely. It did not matter how you felt, or how you two had left things off. All that mattered was that he was your friend and he was asking for your help.

So you shot up from your chair, grabbed your keys and left your apartment.

When you arrived in the area, having called Will three times during your drive there, unanswered, it was almost dark and you could not see very far. But like drawn to something you could not see, you found him on the first path you turned to, ahead, near the trees, not far from where you both had that argument, near a fallen log. He was on the ground, head in his knees and you tried not to feel the uneasiness overtaking you. You see him acknowledge your car as you hesitate to turn the engine off, leaving your lights on and stopping right next to him, exiting the vehicle as you carefully watch him.

“Will? What the hell? What is going on?” you call, levelling with him. “Will?”

He didn’t answer, his nose buried in his sleeve and watching the void, glancing so briefly at you. You crouch down, raising a hand to cautiously put on his shoulder. You could sense the sorrow and the anguish from where you stood, and you grew worried for your friend. You never wanted to see him like this, never. Whatever it was, you would do anything to make it okay.

You lower your voice. “Will… talk to me.”

He meets your gaze, his blue eyes reddened by sorrow or anger. Unable to look at you more he withdraws his gaze at once, cracking under your eyes as he buries his head in his arms once more, a deep trembling sigh coming from him. You put both of your hands on his, coming closer, desperate to sooth him.

“Hey, it’s okay. Just breathe.”

You hear him taking deep shaky breaths, steeling himself. You put your chin on his elbow that was supported by his knee, waiting for him, close enough now to notice the red marks that scorched his knuckles, the marks of a fight, something ugly, violent. What happened?

From your position you can feel how cold his hands are and you wonder how long he had been out there. You watch him through your eyelashes, breathing with him, stroking his skin with your thumb as you think fast, his hair tickling your face.

“Come on, let’s get you out of the cold,” you timidly suggest, not moving as you observe the way his chest heaves. Then he silently moves to get up and you give him space, leading him carefully to the passenger seat.

You had to swallow the worry in your throat. His gaze was less hooded, firmer, but still miles away from where you were. You open the door for him and take your place behind the wheel, watching him look miserable beside you.

“Ok, let’s get you home, then we’ll talk about this, yeah?”

You release the handbrake before he talks for the first time, his voice hoarse with his evident turmoil. “No, not there, not home. Anywhere else... Your place,” he said, and you stopped your movements, looking at him expectantly. “I just… I can’t go to her right now.”

You watched him for a moment longer before nodding silently, driving away. His cheeks were reddened by the biting cold outside and the warmth of his skin, riled up from his sorrow.

“Are you hurt?” you ask, eyes on the road.

You hear him click his tongue, shaking his head as he grabs his knuckles. “Nah…”

He takes his head in his hands again, passing his fingers in his hair before starting to rock his knee anxiously. He would do that when something was on his mind, but never with a shaking sigh.

“Why were you there?” you ask softly,taking the opportunity now that he seemed more responsive, even if it was just barely.

“I just walked… I didn’t care where. Didn’t want to be found.”

His last words were only whispered, and as you turned a corner to enter the city again, he dug himself back into the seat, putting his hood up and stilled, although his leg continued to bounce up and down.

You pulled onto your street and turned off the engine. “What happened Will…? You can talk to me. Please talk to me.”

He lowers his head, looking at the inside of his palms. You could not see his face, hidden by the hood. “I did sumethin’… I can’t take back.”

You swallow, turning to him. “Whatever it is, we’ll make it right. We’ve always handled ourselves. You and the guys always managed.”

Your words seemed to aggravate him, because he looked briefly in pain before getting out of the car, eager to get away.

When you reach your flat door without a word exchanged between you, trying to catch up with his agitated pace, he goes straight inside, going to the couch to sit in it, hood off and head entrapped in his hands again.

You were eager to take away his sorrow, but you can’t think of anything to say. You go grab some things in the bathroom and come back to sit on the couch next to him and take his bloodied hand. He doesn’t flinch at your touch at all, it seems to even ground him, his gaze now on how you disinfect the wounds and bandage each of his hands. His lips are drawn in a thin line, his breath heavy but less rattled.

It looks like it hurt, maybe he had fractured a bone you wondered, but he didn’t wince, didn’t make a sound. You do not let go of his hand at first, your way of telling him that you would take anything he was willing to give you. He caressed your hand back absent-mindedly in return, gaze lost at the motion before he sank into the couch.

“Don’t tell anyone I’m here,” he whispers.

“Why?”

He doesn’t respond at once, still looking miserable. “Just don’t Y/N, alright?” he snaps, his blue eyes reaching right through your soul, raising the fear in you.

“You’re gonna give me more than that, I want to help you.”

“You can’t help me.”

“Then why did you call me?"

Silence again, just him clenching his jaw and you searching his face thoroughly, for anything that he would let you see, to indicate what he needed. You knew him. Better than you would admit, and better than he realised. You just thought that he refused to acknowledge it.

“Because you would know where to find me. And that you wouldn’t judge me, or fucking push me away like everyone else did. At least that’s what I thought…”

“I won’t, okay? I won’t tell anyone you’re here, and I won’t push you away, never again,” you promise, your argument lingering between the two of you. “But I don’t want to see you like this, Will. It’s terrifying. Please talk to me.”

He looks at you with sorry eyes, almost desperate. “That’s exactly why I can’t tell you. Because you would be fucking terrified of me if I did. And I can’t have that. I fucking can’t have that.”

You frown again, parting your lips in dismay. You could never be afraid of him, it was Will, and you knew perfectly well what he was capable of. You have been ready for anything, all those years.

“Not a chance, Will. Look at me,” you ask, forcing him to level eyes with you by tugging on his arm, one side of your face resting on the back of the couch as he turned his own, inches apart from each other. “I just want to help you.”

He observes you for a painfully long time, wide blue eyes digging into yours, but he still seemed unconvinced, making your heart ache a bit. He sighs, a stressful grunt coming out of him. “I don’t know what to do right now. I shouldn’t even have fucking called you. It just fucked up so bad.”

“What went bad?” you quickly press.

His tone drastically changes, like he was hesitant to even talk. “I fucked up, Y/N. I really did.”

“Ok, let’s just… Take a breath, think about it,” you gesture, hoping that he would calm himself and see more clearly. You knew him, and right now, he would blame the world as well as himself, too proud to admit anything. He needed to see that he was safe with you.

He only straightened up and ran his fingers through his hair again, putting distance between the both of you in the process. The night had settled outside, and it felt like you had not progressed at all with him. You settled on the idea of allowing him space, to wait.

“You can spend the night here Will okay? Just… take a step back. Gather your thoughts”

He doesn’t answer you, so you decide it safe enough to go to the kitchen, maybe bring him back a glass of water and let him come to you, like he did before. Once alone near the sink you take a look at your phone and you widen your eyes at the three missed calls from Leah and seven of her texts, all roughly the same content.

“Y/N, where are you? Tom is in detention, he got arrested for robbery or something.”

“What?” you instantly reply, eyes glued to the screen as you await her response.

“Yeah, the post office thing. Y/N I’m freaking out, I’ve not heard from Matt in hours and he is not answering. I don’t know what to do.”

You thought about calling her for a minute, but you chose not to, not trusting that you would be able to remain calm, and something about a post office rang a bell in your mind.

“Do you know where Will is?” came another text while you tried to gather your thoughts, hearing Will shuffle in your living room. “I’ve tried Jonno but he knows nothing, and the police won’t tell me anything. They asked me to come in.”

You bit your lip. You promised Will you wouldn't tell. Damn, you were not making smart decisions right now, knowing the police were involved, but you were desperate to sort it out yourself first. To understand. You owed it to him.

“I’m sure he’ll come around, I’ll try to reach out for him. Don’t say anything, go to your parents. I’ll keep you updated if anything happens, yeah?”

You lock your phone after that written lie, and reach for a glass before filling it up with water.

You had suspected for a while that the guys were a little too cunning about doing illegal things, and even if they never talked to you about it, they didn’t try to really hide it either. They had the occasional jobs, but they never discussed it, they knew fishy people, fishy places and hung out God knew where for days. Matt was able to pay rent despite those shitty jobs, Will had his nan to take care of and Tom… was Tom. You believed you were unnecessarily worrying, especially since Leah didn't seemed bothered by any of it, so you let it go. But it seemed that she was even more clueless than you were.

You noticed how hard you were squeezing the glass of water in your hand and wondered for how long you had stayed like this, lost in your thoughts. But you decide that you had to know.

You unlock your phone again and search about that post office story you’re sure you’ve heard of before. It was too recent and too local for it to have been related in length, but you found some information nonetheless.

Three men robbed a post office with a firearm, and kidnapped one of the workers. The car has been found and leads are currently followed. Nothing more, the article was dated from yesterday.

You leaned into the counter and sighed, feeling the weight of all of this on your shoulders. Why, Will, why did he inflict that on himself? Where did they find a fucking gun? Why would they kidnap someone?

And why did you have this uneasy feeling that Will’s recent breakdown had something to do with Matt?

You stayed in the kitchen like this for a while, lost in thought. Your phone had several new panicked messages from Leah and you felt like a shitty friend for not calling her or even going to her. But somehow you felt that Will needed you the most. And he was wrong, you were not terrified of him, Never.

You gathered yourself and entered the living room, seeing Will fiddle with the bandages on his hands and he only seemed to notice your presence when you sat down beside him.

You handed him the water that he barely drank, analysing him and processing all of the information you had learned in the last minutes. You just had to try.

“Will… Where’s Matt?”

A/N: Thank you to @babyblue711, @enchantingcupcakecollectionfan & @arcielee for beta reading. They have been of incredible help and support. Part 2 is written and ready to go.

Part 2

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infinite-orangepeel · 1 year

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not to be a salacious whore, but i’m currently braless, eating pasta salad in bed, and reading a 139k steddie fic. this is my peak form.

#marissa’s silly little hobbies #pasta salad is so slutty i’m obsessed #hope everyone is having a lovely day #steddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie fic #the steddie brainrot is real #steddie brainrot #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steve harrington/eddie munson #eddie munson/steve harrington #steddie fic writers #steddie fics #steddie thoughts #steddie things

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thetwelfthcrow · 1 month

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imola (2021) / william shakespeare; the prologue, romeo and juliet (1597) / spain (2021) / max verstappen; “Many drivers can win in that car, but that doesn’t take anything away from Lewis” (2020) / france (2021) / maan, goldband; stiekem (2022) / uk (2021) / ashlyn drewek; the kidnapping of roan sinclair (2021) / froukje; licht en donker (2020) / netherlands (2021) / maan, goldband; stiekem (2022) / mexico (2021) / lil nas x; call me by your name (2021) / saudi arabia (2021) / Anthony Hamilton; claims Max Verstappen rivalry talk is nonsense, and discusses the seven-time champion’s future (2021) / nothing but thieves; impossible (2020) / abu dhabi (2021) / rupi kaur; untitled poem, the sun and her flowers (2017)

#web weaving #4433 #enemies to lovers #racing heartbeats #y'all i went on a deep dive of all max/lewis fics and i could write a BOOK on their lovey dovey history #these boys clingy right in front of your salad and y'all pretend you don't see it #yes i used stiekem by maan and goldband twice but how can i not when it's literally about them #and yes i plugged dutch songs not bc max is dutch but bc i am and these are bANGERS #all these pics are 2021 bc thats when racing heartbeats takes place #i'll make a bigger web weaving one with all of the pics i've found #one day #zhalia’s lil’ chit chat #otp: not god and his angel #max verstappen #lewis hamilton

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orionsangel86 · 1 year

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You know a fic is good when you are super invested in the story and get addicted to reading it even at really inappropriate times because the plot is compelling and you have to know what happens next but it’s also super smutty so suddenly you find yourself reading a super intense explicit description of rimming during your lunch hour in your office with your colleague munching on their salad in the seat across from you and you are just like okay then

#right in front of their salad #i didn't even blush #pro level fanfic reader #100k+ well written multichapter complete fic #canon divergence #the kind of fic you can sink into with a sigh like sinking into a comfy chair at the end of a long day #a rare diamond of a fanfic #fanfiction #dreamling #yes it was dreamling #the sandman #i adore fanfiction writers

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colgatebluemintygel · 11 months

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/slides over crumpled $10 bill

what were your original, meaner plans for r/s in oao? (if it's spoilery, you can respond to this after you publish the whole thing, i'm just soooo curious)

there are some points that i cannot divulge bc they are still spoilery but the tldr version is: sirius fucked benjy 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

#oao #benjy. my fav plot device <3 #this was what i envisioned as i was drafting up chap1 #however as soon as i started writing it v quickly became obvious that this s would never do that #especially w that wet noodle of a man........#but one day i will definitely write something in that vein. i heart high intensity angst #mutual self destruction etc xxxxx love that makes u sick n twisted #but not here! oao r/s are rlly just fluffy idiots. at their core #also thanj uuuuu for the $10 i can buy a whole cucumber w this <3 maybe even half a capsicum #(cucumbers are $8 atm. woe. how is a girl supposed 2 fund her cucumber salad addiction in these conditions)#but YES i will revisit this once the fic is all done !! tell u all my evil plans <3

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set-phasers-to-whump · 7 months

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bandages

prompt: makeshift bandages

whumpee: sakari nurmi

fandom: karppi/deadwind

hiii what's up! here's a short little thing ft. plenty of blood :) hope you enjoy!

His mouth tastes like blood. The air smells like it, metallic and heavy and warm. The only thing he can hear, besides the sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, is Karppi.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Hey, keep your arm raised!”

He obeys, though his muscles are getting tired. He rests his arm carefully against the hard concrete wall behind him, feels the blood dripping down his skin and soaking into his sleeve.

There is an unconscious man lying on the ground a few feet away, and the knife he’d had is currently being used by Karppi to tear her shirt into strips. Sakari watches her work and tries to ignore how lightheaded he feels.

The cut across his wrist is deep and painful. The knife had cut him almost down to the bone, he thinks, and the bleeding is heavy and hot against his skin.

They are waiting for an ambulance, but they’re in the middle of nowhere and it is taking too long to arrive. So Karppi is making bandages.

When her shirt is thoroughly destroyed, Karppi moves forward into his space, takes hold of his arm without allowing him to lower it, and uses the knife to cut the fabric of his shirt away from his wrist. She is careful and it does not cause him any more pain, but it takes all of his willpower not to flinch or tell her to stop. The knife’s blade is still speckled with his blood.

When his sleeve has been cut away at last, Sakari looks upwards at the damage. The skin around the cut is stained bright red and the cut is a darker shade of maroon, fresh blood continually pumping out of the wound and trickling down his arm.

He looks away rather quickly.

Karppi does not waste any time. She wraps one strip of fabric around his wrist, directly atop the cut, and ties it tightly. It hurts horribly, but Sakari grits his teeth and bears it. He tries not to think about how dirty the fabric might be, pressed against his open wound. For now, it is enough that the bleeding slows. He can worry about everything else later.

Another few strips are tied atop the initial bandage. When Karppi finally runs out of material, Sakari can barely feel his hand for the pressure exerted by the tightly-tied fabric, but he’s pretty sure the bleeding has indeed slowed.

He carefully lowers his arm, rests it in his lap. This time, Karppi does not stop him. He leans his head back against the cool concrete and closes his eyes. His head is still spinning.

He hears a shuffling noise, feels Karppi sink down beside him. She grabs the hand on the uninjured side of his body and squeezes it. He can feel his blood on her fingers.

“You’ll be okay,” she says, like there is no room for argument, and he believes her, just like that.

thanks for reading! hope you liked it, love u <3

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musicalchaos07 · 8 months

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Wedding AU Will is going to be jealous! Will and I love that for him

#it'll add to the comedy of it all i promise #Mike: politely asking a waiter for a refill Will: Really right in front of my salad #jancy: shared looks #this fic has like a three day timeline and i imagine that Jancy is going over Byler nightly like it's a bedtime story

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thought--bubble · 4 months

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Breakin You In

Will (Salad Days ) X (Rich Girl Reader)

Warnings After The Cut

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A/N: This was purely self-indulgent. I absolutely LOVE Will. Everything about him is chefs kiss so I legit imagined this scenario (Might need therapy IDK) so I thought I would share some of my crazy.

Warnings:: Smut, Virginity loss, Drinking,

You are a good girl. That's what your friends called you. It's what your parents boasted about you, how your older brother teased you. A good girl. Great student, great grades comes from a great two parent household with a daughter son and a family dog. All the perfect ingredients for you to grow up into some successful adult and achieve all the things your parents have planned for you.

But at 18 freshly graduated with one last summer before uni you were ready to rebel and you knew exactly how you wanted to do it. Your friends all came from the same area. A well off nice area just outside of Derby filled with nice homes with nice cars in the driveways, but when they wanted a little fun they knew where to find the real parties, the parties where everyone went wild happened down in Derby proper.

The kids down there might be broke, come from broken homes or bad situations but one thing they did know was how to have fun and your friends loved to venture down there, and as long as they showed up with a wallet full of cash they were welcomed with open arms.

You had joined them on a few of these excursions before. Usually the designated driver. It was your responsibility to make sure all of your friends made it home and did so in one piece. Which you always did. because you, you are a good girl.

But tonight, tonight was going to be different. Tonight was the night you were going to catch his eye instead of being the invisible observer. All those times you had gone to these parties sipped on water and watched everyone have fun there was one person in particular you always kept your eyes on.

And that someone was named Will. He was handsome, as gorgeous as he was tall, with ocean blue eyes, shaggy blonde hair and a swagger that had you swoon, and every time you went to these outings, a different girl on his arm. sometimes it would be someone you knew, other times someone you didn't recognize, but never the same person and always someone dressed up and clearly looking for fun, and the worst part? Never you.

You, usually in a jumper and jeans hair down with a beanie on have never so much as caught him glancing at you, which is something you were determined to change tonight.

Your best friend Ashley is the assigned designated driver tonight and is fully aware of your plan. She was shocked at first but then decided she wanted to help. So she came to your house early with some clothing options for you to look through.

"you sure this doesn't look absolutely ridiculous?" you ask while checking yourself out in the mirror.

You are wearing Ashley's skin tight black mini dress. You aren't as curvy as Ashley but you had some feminine curves and this dress was definitely built specifically to show them off.

"You look like a snack" she winks at you. "but we have to do something about the shoes you can't wear runners"

"I know, I went out and bought two pairs of shoes today because i knew I wouldn't fit into any of yours" You hold up a pair of chunky Mary Janes and a pair of Chunky healed ankle boots.

"I was hoping for..... something a little more pointy.... but the boots should suffice" Ashley grabs the boots from your hand turning them over "Yeah, these are actually pretty cute"

"You got the stockings?" Ashley asks while wiggling her eyebrows.

"Yes I just don't understand how exactly these are supposed to stay up on my legs?" you hold the sheer black thigh high stockings you had bought at the store today as Ashley had suggested.

"You snap them into this" She holds up a black silky garter belt and you swallow.

"Right, obviously," you chuckle nervously as you take the belt and buckle it into place under the dress and over the small black lace thong you also purchased today.

"Ok" you release a deep sigh and shake your limbs. "Let's go"

The entire ride down to the city, you are wracked with a mixture of nervous and excited energy your leg bouncing in the passengers seat.

"Calm yourself," Ashley rubs your knee. "You look incredible.... if he don't go after ya he's blind"

She pulls up down the street from the dingy old flat, and you can already hear the music playing as you step out of the car.

Ashley holds your hand, your other friends Sasha and Katheryn trailing behind.

"time for your entrance" Ashley teases.

"What do i do?" you ask as she laughs.

"You just walk in the look will do all the heavy lifting"

There are a few people hanging out front smoking cigarettes, they briefly nod as you and your friends pass.

Then you walk in, the air is hot and the smell of alcohol fills the room. People are laughing a few dancing a couple or two kissing on the couch or against the wall.

You squeeze Ashley's hand tightly. "Lets just get you a drink yeah?" she drags you through the crowded room as your eyes flit about looking for him, and you find him easily enough. Sitting with his friends a whiskey in hand laughing about something or other. No girl on his arm. Not yet, it's still early. Not that you would let that stop you tonight.

you reach the kitchen table that is set up with some plastic cups and random bottles of booze. A cup in the middle of the table stuffed with cash. Its known if you're one of the rich kids you are expected to put some money in this cup when you come.

You take out some cash and jam it into the cup.

"Awe the pretty ones don't have to pay" You turn to see one of Will's close friends Tom smiling at you. You know he is one of his closest friends because they always stand around together before will finds his girl of the night.

"That's ok I don't mind" you smile at him as Ashley pours you a drink.

"You been out here before? Don't think i've seen ya" he questions as he moves slightly closer.

"Been here a few times yeah" You take the drink from Ashley.

"Obviously she's been her before ya knob" Will interrupts putting his hand on Tom's shoulder "Just usually aint drinkin" he gives you a sly smile as he leans over the table taking the whiskey bottle towards him to refill his cup.

You blush hard the corners of your mouth raising even though you are desperate to play it cool.

Tom catches this and rolls his eyes. "That would be the way of it"

You look at him confused while Will just chuckles.

Ashley leans into you whispering into your ear "I'll be in the main room by the door if you need me"

You look at her bewildered this is exactly what you wanted but now that you are about to be left alone with him you have gone into full panic mode.

"So what's changed then?" He asks as Ashley passes by him making her way from the area.

"W-w-what?"

"well, your drinkin" he motions to the cup in your hand. "You've.... changed your style up a bit" he raises his eyebrows and smirks. "so.... what's changed?"

"I... Ummm " you can't think of anything to respond to that with that wouldn't sound stupid, but begin to panic when you realize that stuttering also sounds stupid.

He chuckles and walks closer to you cup in hand. "Why's the quiet good girl dressed up like a bad girl tonight?.... you got plans? Something...." he moves right up next to you and whispers "New you wanna try?"

You feel a chill run down your spine. "C'mere i'll show ya how to have fun" his hand slides into yours and he winks and pulls you toward the roar of the party, and just like that for tonight you're the girl his arm is around while he's laughing with his friends. You're the girl sitting on his lap while he plays cards, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

Finally it's you, and you are eating up every moment, as he stands in a circle with his friends, his arms around your midsection his head resting on your shoulder you feel satisfied. The alcohol coursing through your veins and his breath on your neck as he talks and laughs. The sporadic kisses he places on your neck and shoulder in between talking. Everything about this night has been perfect.

"Hey" he whispers rubbing his nose against the shell of your ear. "Come upstairs with me" Your eyes go wide and your stomach flips. You're filled with nerves but, these are the best kind of nerves so you nod your head and he smiles.

He wraps his arm around your shoulder pulling you from the group as they continue talking Tom shooting will a knowing glance. Will doesn't acknowledge this look, keeping his gaze locked on you.

He takes your hand and gently guides you upstairs as Ashley watches you go from her place leaning against the wall in the main room. A small smile on her face accompanied by a look of shock.

She didn't think you would actually do it and honestly you really didn't think you would either but here you are your hand in his as he leads you up the stairs of this dingy place, of whom you don't even know who the owner is but you follow him anyway. You follow him with a smile on your face and a chest burning with anticipation. Any thoughts of turning around and going back downstairs vanish when he turns around and gives you that smile. The smile you have dreamed about, the smile you thought could never be yours but for tonight, just for tonight, that smile is for you and you will hold on to it for as long as the night allows.

When you reach the landing your legs start to shake and he chuckles as he brings you into a nearby bedroom and closes the door.

"i've got the good girl upstairs all by herself..... what am I to do now?" he smiles as he walks closer to you. You swallow, your eyes are wide and your body is trembling and you want him to do whatever it is he wants.

he wraps one arm around your back and pulls you to him sliding his other hand up the back of your neck and into the base of your hair.

"What are you thinkin sweetheart?" he asks as he gently rubs his nose against your cheek. You breath in sharply at a complete loss for words.

"I.. I... ummm" your cheeks flush red with embarrassment, "I've ummm... never done this before"

He chuckles as he guides you towards the bed walking you backwards.

" I guess i'm breakin you in then, aren't i darlin?" He lays you back on the bed and clicks his tongue.

"Such a good girl.... and i've got you all to myself"

He crawls on top of you grabbing one of your thighs and pulling it up to his hip as he brings his lips down on yours in a gentle sweet kiss.

You smile into the kiss and he pushes himself against you. "Never thought I would get you up here" he whispers.

"Never thought you even saw me" you say as you lean up to kiss him again but he pulls back.

"Course i saw you. All beautiful standing there alone." he kisses you slow and sensually the soft click of your mouths the only noise in the room. "Thought to myself, that girl is out of my league. Too smart, Too pretty, too ... good" He kisses you again pressing his body up against you with more pressure.

You grip the back of his neck pressing your lips harshly to his. he pulls back slightly and chuckles. "But if you're looking to be bad tonight.... then i'm your man"

he slides his hand down between your legs pushing your thong to the side and you shiver. as he starts to gently and slowly rub your pearl you moan quietly.

"That's a good girl" he whispers as he nibbles your cheek. He slides a finger into you while rubbing your pearl with his thumb. "So very good" he breathes heavily while you arch your back. The intense pleasure washes over you like a tidal wave. He slides a second finger in and speeds up his pace.

"Please, Please" You don't even know what you are asking for but whatever it is you know you want it and that he can give it to you.

"Oh don't worry darlin, i got you" He quickens his pace again his other hand under your back steadying you and you ride out the sensation.

"Oh, holy - ahh" You open your eyes wide and gasp and you are absolutely rocked by an explosion of pleasure unlike any other you have ever provided to yourself.

he looks down at you will a smile and a chuckle. "Mmmmm.. still such a good girl" he takes out a condom and quickly gets it on positioning himself between your thighs.

"Hold onto me, I promise i'll take it slow" in a daze you nod and grab onto his shoulders as he pushes into your core. it feels like a lot of pressure not exactly pleasurable but not painful.

he growls and bites his bottom lip "fuccccck ..... That's fucking magnificent"

he pushes in slowly until your hips are pressed together. He bites gently at your neck "You ok?"

"Yeah" you struggle to get the words out ass the discomfort starts to fade being replaced with a feeing of fullness.

He starts to move in and out gently. "this o-o-ok?" he says between labored breaths.

"Yes" you sigh the fullness making way for a pleasurable feeling, that feeling building with each gentle buck of his hips.

"So good.. You are so fucking good." he nibbles at the tip of your ear as his pace becomes more regular and his breathing heavier.

"Your so good" you moan back at him.

"No i'm not, but i'll steal something good even if it's just for the night" he pistons his hips into you gradually getting faster and faster. That feeling from before building in your stomach once again.

That feeling builds and builds as he moves faster and faster holding your hips tightly. "give me one more. One more to remember" he demands as his hips slam into yours with purpose. "Be my good girl"

Your legs tense around him like a vice holding him in place, as your eyes roll back in your head a feeling of Euphoria and endorphins flowing into every crevice of your being.

"Good girl.." he grunts and slams into you harder gripping you tight "Good fucking girl!". His thrusts get sloppy and desperate. "Fuck! So fucking....." he grunts loudly and then stills dropping his head onto your chest. he keeps his eyes closed head down but runs his fingers along your cheeks.

"You're so good" He whispers barely loud enough for you to hear it. The two of you lay there for what feels like hours but must have only been about 20 minutes. You make your way back downstairs on unsteady legs.

"Oh the classic walk of shame" Ashley muses as she watches you descend. You give her an annoyed look and the middle finger as you hear Will chuckle from behind you.

"You ready to go?" Ashley asks

"Yeah in just a couple minutes" you respond pushing some hair behind your ear. Ashley nods and walks off no doubt to find Sasha and Katheryn Sasha and Katheryn. Will takes your hand and walks you outside lighting a cigarette.

"You're off to some fancy university in Autumn aren't ya?" he asks looking unbothered as he flicks his cigarette.

"Imperial College" You smile at him as he looks away.

"Makes sense" he nods gently.

Ashley and the girls come out heading toward the car Ashley waving you over.

Before you go to her you place one last kiss on his lips and smile. then walk off to join Ashley and the girls. Will stands there just watching you walk away smoking his cigarette in thought.

"another one to add to the list then?" Tom joins him in his cigarette while nudging his shoulder.

"Nah mate she's far too good for the list" Will says voice low and serious.

"You'll see her again then?" Tom says slightly shocked.

"Nah, i'm not quite good enough for that" he looks away. "I'm gonna call it a night mate" Tom nods at Will as he leaves and starts his walk home.

In the car on your way back home Sasha and Katheryn are in the back seat drunk and giggling. Ashley turns and grabs your knee giving it a little shake.

"You can finally drop that good girl title huh?" she laughs

You stare out the window hair a mess and still in a daze.

"Nah..... I'm still a good girl"

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ewanmitchellconnoisseur · 2 months

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Mɪᴛᴄʜᴇʟʟ Esᴛᴀᴛᴇs (2) "Bɪᴛᴛᴇʀ"

EwanMitchell Verse x F!Reader & Will x Reader

A/N: Dedicated to the anon who sent me some kind words! Hopefully this isnt horrible 😭 //Dividers by@firefly-graphics

Summary: You settle into you new home pretty well. After a week you've seen all the tenants and eve learned some of their weird habits. After a late night walk you happen to come accross someone in a moment of vulnerability.

TW: 18+, smut, masturbation, protected sex (wrap it before you tap it...sometimes), p in v, rough, soft to rough sex, dry humping, alcohol consumption

Word Count: 4k

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A week has gone by since you moved in.

Surprisingly it was a pretty calm week. Your friends dropped off the furniture that they found for your apartment. Since you didn't have any classes you painted the walls, giving the place more color and personality.

You hadn't gotten the chance to talk to anyone in the building really but you spent a good amount of time peering out your window and seeing all the different tenants and their habits.

You noticed that there was this boy about your age who spent most of his time hanging around the mailbox. You thought it was odd at first but then on a different day, you saw him sneakily stop and examine someone else's package. He only ran off and didn't take it because that tenant opened their door.

You also saw him further in town the other day. He was dressed up as a monk and holding a red-painted pail. He was "collecting" money for children for the holidays. It was only later on when you saw him come home did you see him return with that same pail of money.

Mental note. There is a thief here.

Ettore was still cold and rarely talked to you. When you dropped off the rental agreement, he quickly kicked you out of his office and closed the blinds. You thought maybe he just wasn't good with people but he started giving you a weird creepy vibe when you saw him watch the other tenants.

He would stand around the building looking as if he was just checking on things but he was observing and watching. You once caught him watching you as you were talking the trash out and there was that one time when you were doing laundry and you swear you saw him up near your unit.

Your next-door neighbour, the horse tattoo guy, never left his apartment. You start to think he's dead in there but then you hear the occasional TV sounds and shower running. You did see him leave once but that was only to go get beer and then come back home. You've also heard him arguing on the phone with someone though you can never make out what the conversation is about and who he is talking to.

But. The strangest tenant out of all of them. He is a long white-haired guy who has a long scar over one of his eyes. He only comes about twice a week. He comes, walks his dog, stays for one night then leaves the next day and is gone. Three days later he comes back and repeats the same cycle. You were sitting in the neat park when his dog came up to you one day. She was the most friendly thing ever and wanted to play. He didn't say anything but let you play with her until you had to leave. When you tried to say goodbye he answered with "mmm" and that was it.

Everyone else seems to be normal except those guys. There was a boy with glasses and khaki shorts. He looked like he was going to school every day so you only assumed he was attending the university nearby, same as you. The boy with the kid, you did find out that was his brother when you helped the kid after he tripped while riding a scooter. The kid was Liam and he lived with his older brother Jack.

You hadn't gotten to interact much with others but it felt nice that you had met at least one person who lived here.

Your phone alarm went off letting you know it was time to get up. It was the last thing you wanted to do but if you didn't know you never would.

After a shower and getting dressed you grabbed your stuff and headed out the door. You looked around and saw Liam heading for school, he waved at you and you waved back.

You struggled to lock your door but kept trying. The key wouldn't turn.

"It's jammed." You looked over and saw the horse guy standing there with a beer in his hand.

"How do I get it fixed?" He eyes you up and down before taking another swig.

"Jack. Lives in A1. He's maintenance." He spits off the rail and then heads back inside his apartment.

You groan and start heading towards the apartment. You had hoped to avoid any interactions with your neighbors today but it doesn't seem like that will be happening.

You knock on the door but no one answers. You knock again and a minute later the door opens.

"Yeah?" He rubs his eyes and leans against the doorframe and now you feel like shit cause you woke him up.

"Sorry...the lock is jammed. Just wondering if I could get some help." He yawned as he nodded his head.

"Yeah, hold on." He closed the door and you stood outside it awkwardly waiting for him to return. As you stand outside his door waiting, the person next door comes out of their unit and locks the door.

You try not to stare but you kind of do...and you're not good at hiding it. He stops and pulls out a cigarette box putting one in between his lips before offering you one.

"No thanks. Don't smoke." He shrugs his shoulders, putting the box back in his pocket before lighting the one in his mouth.

"Suit yourself, princess." He winks then walks away. You stand there for another minute before Jack opens back up his door now properly dressed and carrying a toolbox.

He follows you in silence towards your door. You drop your bag on the ground and stand off to the side as he tries to open it himself.

"...Your brother's a nice kid." He smiles as you mention his brother.

"You've met him?"

"Yeah. Was out for a walk when he tripped on his scooter. Helped him out." He turns his head and looks at you.

"Oh! You're the girl he was talking about." He turns back to the door and pulls out the key and stares at it before frowning.

"What's wrong?" You step over to him to look. You see the key with something pink and sticky on it.

"Gum. Someone put gum in your lock." He shakes his head and opens up the toolbox. "I'll just replace the lock. Might take a while."

"I have a class to get to...could I come to get the key later?" You pick up your bag.

“Yeah all good.” You turn and leave heading back down the stairs and walking out of the complex.

After a boring couple of hours of listening to professors and taking notes, you and your classmates decide to head to the library. Planning to study but realistically you are all going to end up talking for hours and doing no work.

As you all gossip about some campus drama going on you notice someone walking around looking at books. You try to get a better look from your spot and then you recognize him. His name was Osferth and lived on the other side of you in B4. He was super sweet and had helped you with your groceries one time.

As he grabs a book and walks out the aisle he spots you and gives you a warm smile and a wave. You smile and wave back and can see him blush slightly before he heads towards the front desk.

“Who was that?” Boyse bumps your shoulder while wiggling her eyebrows.

“My neighbour.” She hums in response.

“Cute.” You give her that look that only she tends to ever bring out. Boyse had been trying to convince you for some time now to get back into the dating scene but you couldn’t not after…last time.

Just like you predicted you all spent the next hour showing each other funny Tik Tok and talking. Being the friend with the car you drove everyone to their homes before heading to yours.

You stopped at Jack’s to get the key. He was on the phone and quickly handed it to you with a smile before closing the door. You could hear him arguing on the phone. You turn and head towards the stairs to get up to your unit. You look over to the office building and can see Ettore there watching you before he closes the blinds.

Why the fuck he so weird?

You spend the rest of the day making up for the work you didn’t do in the library and attempting to tune out the horse guy arguing again on the phone.

After spending hours working on essays and group projects you were tired, you had tried going to sleep but for some reason, you just couldn’t. The sheets felt too rough, the bed too lumpy, the room was too hot and it was just too quiet. Everything was bothering you. And above all your brain just wouldn’t shut up.

You rip the sheets off of you in anger and stand up grabbing your keys off your dresser before leaving your room.

You used to go one walk a lot back home since there was a nice park just behind your old apartment. It was always calming whenever you had a stressful day or...an argument with him.

You pull on your shoes and grab the sweater you threw on the couch to take with you in case it was cold outside.

Locking the door behind you while looking around you spot the white-haired man walking back into his apartment with his dog. You can see the light in the office on but the blinds are closed.

Your brain now full of thoughts of your ex

You walk down the stairs while zipping up your sweater and walk towards the liquor store nearby. You start drinking the second you step out of the store then you head towards the twenty-four-hour convenience store just down the street from your apartment complex.

You purchase your favourite chocolate bar and a drink before walking around your neighbourhood. It was surprisingly empty, nobody was walking around, and barely any cars driving around. The most noise you can hear are dogs barking or the occasional voices or tv noise from houses you pass by. By the end of the walk, you've finished your snacks and alcohol and it's even starting to set in.

The colours from the houses are the tiniest brighter. Your thoughts clear of your asshole of an ex and the whole reason you had to move in the first place. The noises of crickets are louder and whatever lamp lights are almost blinding.

You circle back to the building using the path that leads out from the neighbourhood to the back near the recycling bins. You come around the corner, the area is only covered by a small lamp thats on the wall.

As you turn around you hear a sound. You stop walking and look towards the noise. It's coming around from the recycling bins.

You at first think it's an animal inside looking for something to eat. Something is panting. Your brain under the influence tells you to walk closer and look rather than just turn and walk the other way around the building.

You walk over to the recycling and slowly peer around.

It's not until you turn and look do you hear the moan come from someone's lips. When you finally get a proper look you scream slightly and quickly cover your eyes before turning around.

"Shit." you hear him mumble before he turns and faces the wall.

You try to get the image out of your head but it's engraved in there. Whoever it was had been leaning against the wall, his head angled up and eyes closed as he was lazily stroking himself. Though most of his penis had been inside of his pants you still saw some of it.

"Y'alright?" He finally turns back around after he tucked himself back in his pants. You keep your face covered as you simply nod your head. "It's away now. You can look."

You waringly uncover your eyes and look at him.

"Ever thought of doing that in your own apartment." You cross your arms slightly annoyed. Your eyes wander to the ground and see the empty bottles of alcohol.

"Wasn't expecting someone to be up and about at this hour." He shrugs and leans down shakingly as he grabs one of the cans and brings it to his lips. "What are ya doin' up anyways?"

"Clearing my head." Your words were slurred the tiniest bit as you spoke. He looks you up and down as you throw the garbage into the bins next to him.

He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly as you both kind of just stand there in silence.

"...W

ant a cuppa?" He picks up his trash almost falling over as he bends down.

"Cup of what?" you hear him laugh as he throws the empty bottles away.

"A cuppa..." He looks over to you, he can still see the confused look on your face as you simply stare at him. "Cup of tea."

"Ohhh" You stare at him for a while gauging if you should say yes or not. He looks normal enough. But most serial killers looked like normal people then turned out to be psychos behind closed doors. For all you knew he was luring you into his apartment to steal your kidney and sell it on the black market.

"You don't have to say yes. I just feel bad about...what you had to see" You stare at him for a while longer.

"Why not." You shrug then follow him back around the building towards his unit. The second you're back inside you look around the space. You could tell this was one of the old motel rooms that hadn't been renovated yet. "How long you been living here?"

He walks over to the kitchen area and fills up the kettle.

"About 4 months." You walk over to the couch stumbling a bit. You notice the lack of any decorations on the walls. "Do you normally just walk around at night drinking?" You look over at him. He was watching you stumble around with a smirk on his face.

You struggle to take off your sweater, your arm getting caught on absolutely nothing.

"It's a great past time." He laughs and then turns back to getting cups from the cupboards. "Do you normally jerk off next to recycling bins in public?" You can see the smile on his face grow wider and his cheeks flush red.

He turns back around.

"So what made you move here of all places? There had to have been better options." He leans against the counter crossing his arms.

"Other places would have taken longer. More checks are needed. This place was quick and easy." You shrug.

"Quick and easy? Why the rush?" He puts the tea bags in the cups. You watch him for a moment thinking if you should say. You hadn't even really come clean to your friends about why you had to move so quickly. You weren't in the mood to hear their "I told you so's.".

"My ex was a piece of shit. He lived with me in my apartment and I knew he wouldn't go so I did." You pull your legs on the couch. "Left in the middle of the day while he was at work." He nods his head in understanding.

You hear the kettle whistle and watch as he pours the water in the mugs.

"What about you?" He walks over and sits down on the couch handing you one mug and placing the other down on the coffee table.

"Not running from anything...just preventing the inevitable for a while longer. Enjoying what I can." You try to understand what he could mean by that. He notices the confusion on your face. "There was this girl, a school friend. I really liked her but she was dating my best friend."

Though you yourself had never dealt with anything like that some of your friends had. It's never easy to watch someone love another but know they can't be with them.

He blows on his tea before taking a sip.

"I knew I shouldn't like her and that it was possible nothing would come from it but...I just couldn't help but not like her."

You watch as his gaze fixes somewhere random the memory taking over. You grab your tea and take a sip burning your tongue but playing it off.

"We hooked up one, while she was still with him. Afterwards, she said it wouldn't happen again." He leans back into the couch. "The worst part is that not too long before I left I found out she was pregnant. Didn't get the chance to ask her if it was mine or not."

He takes another sip before looking into his cup.

"I'm gonna need something stronger than tea." He stands up and puts the cup on the counter before grabbing two shot glasses and a bottle of vodka and walking back over to the couch.

"Why did you leave?" He sits down and pours the shots.

"I only ever really stayed 'cause I was caring for my nan. She passed...made plans to leave but those plans went south. Now im just...waiting I guess."

He took a shot then poured himself another and took it. You reached forward picked up the other one and downed it, the sting and bitter taste made your face scrunch.

You both sat there and drank for almost an hour. At this point, you both had managed to finish the rest of the vodka. Your conversations bounced around from different topics. At one point you were talking about your favourite colours and then the best place to get pizza in town. You talked about fun stuff then talked a bit about depressing stuff before cracking more jokes.

You were lying on the couch while Will was lying on the floor.

"Ok, but you have to admit apple juice is better than orange juice." You both had been going back and forth about white was better. He was adamant that orange juice was the best of the two. (Apple juice is better don't argue with me 🤣)

"You can get orange juice faster than apple juice. Not to mention it tastes fresher." You rolled your eyes.

"Yeah, but...pulp. And that nasty taste when you brush your teeth and then drink orange juice." Will sits up with a smile, you turn your head to look at him.

"I like that taste." A look of disgust spreads on your face before you both start dying of laughter. Once you both have calmed down Will rests his head against the couch looking at you.

You both narrow your eyes at each other just staring before he reaches upwards and brushes a piece of hair out of your face. His hand lingers as he gently brushes over your cheek.

Before you can do anything he sits up more and leans over to you kissing you deeply. It's messy considering your broth is drunk out of your minds.

He moves up onto the couch getting on top of you. His hands slide down to your waist as he lifts and spreads your legs slightly so he nestles in between them. You wrap your legs around his waist.

He lets you breathe for a moment lowering his head in the crook of your neck planting soft kisses.

Considering you had gotten out of bed to go for a walk you were only wearing a tank top with no bra.

His hands slid up as gently massaged your nipples in between his fingers. You could feel his hard-on pressing right against your clit.

He could clearly feel the friction to as he began rolling his hips chasing some sort of friction.

He starts pulling your tank up slowly kissing his way up your stomach. You lean up so you can slip over your head as you lay back down he takes one of your nipples into his mouth gently sucking on it. He runs his thumb over the other watching it harden under the soft pressure. He lets go of your nipple with a pop and moves over to the other giving it the same attention.

He sits up, you help him take off his shirt before you both shuffle off your pants. You lean over to where you had earlier discarded your sweater reach for your wallet and take your "emergency" condom out. You unwrap it and slowly slide it on him.

Will lays you back down and kisses your cheek.

"Lift your hips." You do as he says and almost moan at the feeling of his tip grazing your clit ever so softly. Will slowly sheathes himself inside of you while peppering kisses all over your chest.

When he finally bottoms out you both moan. His movements are soft and slow at first, dragging himself in and out of you so you can feel every ridge and pulse.

Will sits up and holds on to your hips as he slams into you at a rough and relentless pace. He dips down taking your mouth in his. As he hits that soft spot inside you harshly you moan into the kiss, your moans get louder as he continues to bully the same spot.

He reaches down and brings your legs up as far as they can go trying to get as deep as possible. You reach down circling your clit trying to relieve some of the aches. Your pussy spasms around him pulling him in deeper.

"Fuck- just like that." Will watches as you lean your head back, mouth agape as you moan and whimper.

It all becomes too much as you cum around his cock. Will holds you down as you shake slightly kissing your cheek as he doesn't slow down the pace chasing his own high. Your nails dig into his sides as he his movements begin stuttering, losing rhythm.

Will moans as he continues pounding into you before he lets go of your legs and holds himself up as he cums into the condom.

"Fuck Leah" You almost miss him saying it. But you shrug it off it's not as if he's yours. Will slowly slides out of you with a soft moan before laying down beside you on the couch and pulling you back into him.

He nuzzles into your neck as you both slowly fall asleep.

You hear the annoying honking of the garbage truck and slowly sit up grabbing your head in pain. You clearly drank more than you could handle.

You look around and notice that this is in fact not your apartment.

Hearing the soft snoring behind you, you turn around and see who it is. As you see Will still sleeping soundly you gently unwrap his arm from your waist and grab your clothes. You get dressed as quietly as possible before grabbing and leaving his apartment and doing the walk of shame back to yours.

The second you're back home you head to the shower feeling relaxed under the warm water. You change into fresh clothes and take an Advil for your pounding headache.

You grab your wallet from your sweater and look through it. You notice the missing condom.

"At least I wasn't dumb enough to go raw." You crash onto your bed planning to just skip all your classes and get some well-deserved rest.

You don't notice the stuff in your apartment that's misplaced. How your closet is open when you know you closed it before you left. One thing is for sure between your headache and the sound of the garbage truck still near by you don't hear the sound of footsteps leaving your apartment and silently closing the door behind them.

A/N: This took WAAAAYYY longer than it should have. I had it all typed up but then I also had two draft tabs opened...when I saved one and closed it the other was still open and since it does auto saves it got rid of all the new stuff i wrote 😭😭

But it still got done!! Hopefully, this isn't as bad as I feel like it is.

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babyblue711 · 9 months

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first off: your will x reader fic was absolutely WONDERFUL! the fact it was your first fic was even better because you truly write him so well.

would u ever write for him more in the future? also, do u take requests?

Oh my goodness, thank you so so much for the compliment. 🥰 The positive response has been more than I ever expected and I so appreciate you for reading it and reaching out! I love hearing from my readers. 💙

Part 3 is currently in the works and I do expect a Part 4 as well. 🔥😍

As for requests, it depends. As a fledgling writer, I would worry if I would be able to do them justice. If you have an idea or request, please feel free to drop me a DM and we can talk about it! 😘

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myfandomprompts · 10 months

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Is there anything left for us? || Will (Salad Days) || (2/2)

Will x Reader [Part 1]

Summary: You've been struggling with your feelings for Will for years. Then he calls you after the worst mistake of his life and you feel the world crumble around you.

Word count: 5.6K

Warnings: smut, angst, swearing

All reason aside, I just can't deny, love the guy ♪

"Will... where is Matt?"

And just like that, he was escaping your gaze again.

He bit his tongue, thinking over what to say. “He… he left town. I think.”

“Will…” you breathed out, the both of you knowing perfectly well that you would see through his lie.

He lowered his head, gaze on his bandages, sighing. “How did you know?”

“Leah. She just told me that Tom was…”

“You talked to Leah?”

“Yeah. She hasn’t heard-”

“Tell me you didn’t tell her I was fucking here.”

You pause, thinking of what to say before answering. “No, of course not Will. She is just worried, and honestly, I am too. Don’t you think I can see what you are going through at the moment?”

He stressfully messes with his hair again before taking a deep breath. “’sorry…”

“It’s okay…” you reply softly, fighting the urge to wrap your arms around him in an attempt to soothe him. You had no idea how he would react if you did, but needed to have him close, to act. So you chose to be the one to put your head on his shoulder.

He let you.

“… he brought up my mum,” he whispers after a bit, making you frown next to him. “He talked about her and I just…”

You felt him tense beneath you, his voice definitely growing weaker. He had talked about his mother only once in all of the time you had known him, and even though you had wanted to, you had never dared bring up again.

“Matt?” you risk, not daring to raise your gaze at him.

You hear him sniff loudly. “I fucked up Y/N."

Saying that, he looked at his bandages again, and it hit you. Will was hot-blooded, and Matt was loud-mouthed. They had just robbed a store, Tom was caught, and they panicked. It was not difficult to guess that things had escalated. You swallowed but managed to keep your cool as you slowly withdrew your head in order to look up at him. The top of his cheeks were reddened by sorrow, frustration, regret.

“Can you tell me where he is, Will? Please. Leah’s worried. I won’t tell her anything else I swear.”

You heard him swallow before shaking his head, not looking at you, and you were doomed to stare at the way his eyelashes cast shadows over his blue eyes, contrasting with his skin.

"No… no I can't do that, he's just… he's…"

He took a deep breath again and the pain in his face disappeared as he forced himself to control his emotions.

"He's what, Will?" you press gently, tightening your grip on his sleeve. "Will?"

His eyes meet yours, and beneath the hard blue you see guilt, and it makes your skin shiver. How much you hated seeing him like this.

"Why are you not afraid of me?"

His question makes you blink, but you maintain his gaze, expecting to see something, anything that indicates that he was joking. "Why would I be? You're my friend."

“Don’t pretend that you haven’t figured it out. You talked to Leah, you know that…” he clenches his jaw, withdrawing from your gaze and into the emptiness. “You know what I’ve done. So why are you not terrified of me right now?”

Your lips part in disbelief as you watch his breath quicken and his eyes grow dark.

"I don't know what you are imagining in that head of yours but I am not scared of you. I'm scared for you, Will," he inhales in relief. "You might not see it but I'm here for you, always have been."

"That's not true," he instantly says, and even though he had lost that angry glare in his eyes, the hurt you now saw in them had worsened.

"What?"

“You’re not… You left. At the party. You fucking left like it didn’t matter to you.”

You stare at him in disbelief, swallowing before uttering what you were afraid of talking about, but the question burning your lips. "Is that why you went to Leah?"

You hadn't meant to sound so sour, but you did, and you instantly regretted it.

But Will didn't seem to notice it, his eyes slightly widening. "...She told you, didn't she?"

You considered lying for a moment, but you couldn't, it was Will. Instead you gave him an apologetic look, one that gave enough answer.

He let out a low groan, getting up before you could stop him, and walked away from the couch in obvious agitation.

"It's okay," you caught up with him, worried to have upset him further, "I always knew you liked her, and I'm… sorry I left. I wish I hadn’t."

Will turned to you abruptly, his expression a mix between hurt and anger. "You know nothing," he fumed, pointing a finger at you, his mood drastically changing before your eyes. “You left… You fucking left that night, the only person I could- the only person I-"

He didn’t finish, the words seemingly too hard for him to say out loud as he shook his head again in frustration. Then he stops moving, face hardening as he stares at you for a long time, as if considering something he could not bring himself to do. There was so much he was saying with his eyes, you couldn’t decipher all of it and it overwhelmed you. His breath suddenly heightened, and without warning he suddenly grabbed his bag and turned away from you.

“I’m leavin’,” he announced, making for the door.

“What? No!” you exclaimed, coming to stand between him and the exit, not believing the scene that unfolded before your eyes.

He took a few jagged steps towards you, eyes shining with determination and a clenched jaw. “Let me pass Y/N. You don’t want me here, trust me on this.”

“But the police…” you let out, thinking fast.

“I’ll take my chances.”

"No,” you state firmly, pressing yourself on the door frame so you could meet his merciless gaze. “You called me, I came, so now you let me help you.”

He stares at you, chest heaving, his knuckles gripping the straps of his bag between you both. He looks at a loss, eyes searching yours frantically for something to argue with and you see him lick his lips in annoyance, his frustration radiating off of him and making you tense in turn. You would not let him leave, he just had to understand.

But after the heavy silence something flashes red in his eyes, his threatening demeanour found again and he is suddenly advancing on you, watching you like you are some kind of nuisance he wants to get rid of in the most horrid of ways.

You know that look, and you swear to yourself that you will not falter under it, whatever may come.

“Do you know what I do? What I really do?” he starts, voice a low growl that reverberates inside your chest. “I lied to you, Y/N. All those years, I just steal, con, and fuck people up, because that’s apparently all that I’m good at.”

“Will-”

“No,” he interjects, angrier than before and you try to keep your composure despite the way he glares down at you, towering over you as if he wanted to leave you no space to breathe at all. “There is just nobody that fucking cares enough to see me, so I just do it. Because I’m good at it, and because it feels good. You think you know me? You think you can help me? Well, you can’t.”

You are certain he doesn’t realise it, but the hurt in his eyes is more apparent than his anger, and it makes you speechless. Speechless enough not to retort that you do know him, that it was just a matter or self-trust on his part. You desperately want to tell him that you would do anything to help him. But the way he looks at you makes you unable to move, frozen.

Your silence only fuels his resolve further as he leans towards you, one of his hands coming to rest on the door frame right next to your hair, his bag forgotten on the floor. You inhale sharply, feeling the intensity of his emotions reach under your skin like hot steel, trapping you, but you still try not to blink and hold his gaze.

"And now, I’ve led the guys to an armed robbery, in a fucking store, because I could. Because it would bring me money. And we got it. I stole my fucking nan’s car and I did it. Then you know what happened?” he continued, bringing his face ever closer to you and you had to press your feet against the door frame to avoid your bodies from clashing, your head hitting the hard wood. “I kidnapped a guy, because I had to. Because the guys were fucking lost, and I had to handle everything, otherwise we were fucked. And guess what happens to witnesses, Y/N?”

He let the question hover in the air for a moment, watchful of your reaction, voice hoarse from his confession and the trace of his voice left on your skin. You don’t know if it’s the lack of fear in your eyes that makes him hesitate to continue, but when he speaks again there is something shaking in it.

“We make them disappear,” he almost whispers, eyes roaming your face. “I did what I had to do, and I got rid of him.”

He looks lost in thought for a moment, gazing down somewhere near your neck before meeting your eyes again.

You know what he wants, and you know how much you are willing to fight him on this. He wants to scare you, to make you yield, and you want to scream no at him, but it’s not what you do. But instead you draw shaking breaths and find your voice again.

“It’s not true,” you breathe out, shaking your head, nose almost brushing his in the process. “I know you didn’t kill him. You released him.”

You thought he was about to snap at you again, the sharp inhaling of his nose putting you on your guard, but instead he does something you hadn’t expected. His head lowers over your shoulder like it was too heavy for him to handle, as if his body had drained out of all energy while he exhales deeply, his hand on the door behind you as sole support.

“It’s not the worst part Y/N…” you heard him say below your ear, almost in sorrow. “Tom… Matt…”

You try your hardest not to move a muscle as he lifts his head from your shoulder to look back at you, bringing his other hand between your faces and looking at his bandaged knuckles.

“I beat up my best friend. This-” he points out, flexing his fingers in front of your face, “is what came from it. I beat him up, because I wanted the money. Because I was jealous.”

He emphasised the last word with a bitter tone, his face full of pain as he finally let his hand fall to your side.

You can’t help but widen your eyes a little at the thought of them fighting. Of Will winning.

He must have noticed, because his lips twitch and all the anger disappears from his face, his gaze pins you where you're standing. "So, terrified yet?”

Your eyebrows contort in hurt as you slightly shake your head, the hands at your side coming to take his elbows gently. “No. No I’m not,” you state softly, earning a confused look from him. “I know you didn’t want this. You told me earlier. Will…”

“You’re fucking not hearing me,” he warns furiously, eyes a little threatening as he pushes himself from the wall.

It gives you the opportunity to take his arm and hold on to it, to never let go. “No, Will, you’re the one not listening. Matt is not dead, you are with me, and I don’t know why you lied about so many things, to me, to the guys… But it stops now. You know you can trust me, and I won’t let you think otherwise.”

“Stop that,” he mutters harshly, making you stop in your words by the way he steps away from you with hurt, making you lose your grip on him.

“Stop what?”

“Pretending like you fucking care. You don’t, nobody does. It was pretty fucking clear when you left the other night, you didn’t even try to understand. I… I want to trust you, but it's just too hard, there are things that I can’t…” he trails off again without finishing, and you are left with his anger and spite again. “At least if you don’t care, it makes it fucking easier.”

You feel blood pounds in your ears from his accusation, your lips parting in disbelief. “Is that what you think? That I left because I didn’t care? You have no idea how untrue it is Will,” you exclaim in irritation. “It was just, hard for me to… to…”

“To what?” he presses, searching your eyes, clearly pissed off while you search for the right words. But none are found and you are left to stare helplessly at him, unable to admit the selfish truth. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he sneers.

The hurtful words he utters seem to awaken something in you like a hot flame, the realisation that you are slowly losing him for the first time in your life, and your instinct kicks in, pushing you forward and closing the space between you, capturing his lips without warning.

You feel him freeze against you, but your mind is empty, focused on proving him wrong, your muscles only controlled by your feelings that you let flow through your touch as you press your hand somewhere over his shoulder. It’s surreal, like everything falls into place until you realise what you’re doing and feel mortified. You detach your lips from his but one of his hands is now firmly holding the back of your neck, holding you into place. Still he hadn’t moved, nor said anything and when you open your eyes there is just him, his scent, his touch and the way his eyelashes brush your cheek as he opens his eyes.

“Are you fucking kidding me.”

Then his other hand cups the other side of your face and takes your mouth again, kissing you hungrily and you feel momentarily lightheaded. You don’t understand what exactly is happening but you just know that the anguish you have felt for years starts to dissipate in your heart, only to be replaced with a fear that this was only a moment of desperation.

You decide that you don’t care. Whatever his feelings are, you can't help but act on your own, deciding to deal with whatever pain will come later.

You take hold of his shoulders and kiss him back, parting your lips to allow him entrance. You feel all his anger and his frustration pouring into it, his lips as soft as you imagined, tasting like cigarettes. It’s comforting, like something that you had known all of your life, and you reach for his hair, for the softness of it, daring to press your body against his.

It’s warm, hard and soft at the same time, the accumulated tension having not completely left his body yet and you bask in it. After a time he parts for air, voice only a whisper.

“How long?” he asks, fingers tangling in your hair, making you frown.

“What?”

“How fucking long, Y/N?”

You realise that you understand what he means, even though you would have preferred not to. Above all, you don’t want to answer it, you don’t want to confess this humiliating truth, that you have hidden those feelings for him for far too long.

“Does it matter?” you pant, nibbling at his bottom lip, trying to make him forget about it.

He exhales, breath hot against your skin and you bathe in the warmness of it. “Yes, it does. I want to know… I want to know how much I missed out… How much I’ve messed up.”

It makes you knit your brow in ache, and you are briefly aware that your back is inches away from the doorframe again.

“You didn’t… mess up anything,” you manage, eyelids half open and hands clutching his shoulders. “You just-”

“This is what I do,” he stops completely, eyes now open and looking at you with your chin between his fingers, gently holding it. “I fuck everything up around me, even the people I care about. I just… never wanted it to be you.”

His pupils are dilated, the blue around it looking at your face, at the movement of his fingers below your lips. You have difficulty comprehending that the knot in your stomach is loosening, that it maybe wasn’t just desperation. All you know is that you don’t want to lose this instant, that no matter the future you will have this to cherish forever.

"I don't care Will. I just want you to see I'm yours."

His eyes dart back upwards and he licks his lips, eyes searching yours frantically as you wait. Then a sound resembling a growl escapes his throat so close to you and he is kissing you again, his body pressing you against the door as one hand takes hold of your waist while the other cups the side of your neck. Nothing else seems to exist as you try to keep up with his fervour, his nose brushing against your cheek and your throat tightening with soft sounds threatening to come out.

His tongue leaves your mouth and travels from your jaw to the length of your neck, and you cannot avoid the whimper that your voice, your fingers in his hair squeezing harder in reaction. When he reaches the hollow of your neck, briefly feeling his teeth grazing your skin, you decide that you had enough and drag him to your bedroom, discarding his vest with difficulty in the process. When you reach the bed you take in his flushed face, heaving body and lusty eyes before you kiss him again, turning so you can make him sit first on the bed and straddle him.

“...must be fucking dreamin’...” he mutters, enveloping you with his arms and pulling you so close there is almost no space for you to move, and you can’t help but laugh softly at his comment and at the overwhelming sensation coursing your body.

You feel the bulge in his pants beneath you grow harder as you rock your hips against his slightly, making you gasp softly and him hiss while you tug at his shirt. But he is faster than you, his hands caressing your back, taking the hem of yours and pulling it off over your head, leaving you only in your bra and he growls. You can’t register what it makes you feel deep in your core because he is kissing you again, hands strongly squeezing at your waist and you have to focus to resume your task on his sweatshirt. While taking off the grey cloth he attacks your neck with his mouth, reaching down to your collarbone and you feel him play with your breasts beneath your bra and you decide that you desperately need him there.

You unclasp it, making you bare before him and he stares for a long while, stunned before diving to take one of your buds in his mouth, his free hand cupping your other breast and squeezing it lightly, sending electricity down your spine.

You moan audibly, his lips surrounding it perfectly and you arch your back in pleasure, finding an angle where you can feel his hardness beneath you right against your core. You grab his hair and lift his head from your chest to kiss him again making him groan, and you fear for your sanity with the sound so close to your ears. His hands trails from your breasts to the curve or your ass while you finally get rid of his shirt and you follow his lead, lifting yourself up from him to allow you to take off your bottom layers. While he does the same, you stretch to reach for a condom in your nightstand’s drawer, and he takes this opportunity to come hovering over you, kissing up his way from your thighs to your stomach, to your breast and neck.

“You’re so beautiful,” he praises, his cold chain dangling against your skin on his way up, both the coldness of it and the husky way he talks making you shiver. “...always… wanted to do this,” he murmurs against your lips before kissing you again.

You can’t help but listen to that feeling of uneasiness that remains in your mind and heart. “Really?” you ask, your hand on his cheek to keep him inches apart from your face, thumb caressing it.

He exhales, his hot breath tickling your skin as he stares down at you, eyes hooded but more focused than before. “Yeah… I went to her, Leah…” he states, nervous about uttering her name in this situation but feeling like he has to, he has to explain it to you. “Because deep down I knew I would never get her. But you… With you I was…”

You can hear the missing word echo in your mind, “afraid”, and you feel something in your heart melt. You allow him that silence, choosing to do the same and keep the many names you want to throw at him for being so damn stubborn. Instead you caress his cheek with affection, losing yourself in the blue of his eyes before reaching for his chain softly and pulling it down, forcing him to meet your mouth.

You stay like this for a while, enjoying the renewed passion and the unsaid feelings between you before pushing yourself up on the bed and positioning yourself before him. He watches you rip the wrapper and when you see his erection you can’t help but wet your lips. You momentarily wonder if the rubber will be the right size, but you make quick work of it and it fits, making your insides roar in delight. You barely hear him at that before he drags you into a kiss again, pulling you closer on the bed and flushing his body against yours. Soon you are back to straddling him, firmly holding on to his shoulders and him to your hips so you can hold yourself comfortably. Your wetness meets his head, spreading the slick there and you suck in a sharp breath when you lower down onto him, his thickness making you shudder.

When you enter him you both curse, you in a loud breath and him in a hiss, and your foreheads come to press against each other while feeling the birthing bruises of his grip on your thighs as well as the burning of your walls adjusting to him.

You’re glad you still have control over your trembling thighs because you’re not sure you can go further down for now. The amazing feeling it already gives you as you move up and down over his length, taking him a little bit further each time is already so overwhelming that you forget to regulate your breathing. You feel him tense beneath you, kissing you sloppily while you continue your movements over him, growling against your mouth, both of you panting. When you dare quicken the pace you can’t help but whimper, his cock hitting all of the right spots inside of you as he ruts into you, meeting the rolling of your hips with a delicious rhythm.

It’s just the two of you, pressed against each other and unravelling all of the frustration that ever settled between you. You can feel his tongue trail back over the skin of your breast and nipples as you clench around him, eliciting a growl out of him before he tightens his grip on your hips again and makes you come to a stop. You can feel his dick twitch against your walls and the harsh heaving of his chest, face contorted in lustful pain.

“Fuck-” he pants when he squeezes your hips harder. “Get off, now.”

You whine from the loss of him inside of you when he lifts you up, making you lay back on the bed, and you watch helplessly as he takes hold of your knees, lifting them up slightly and parting your legs further before he is positioned before your aching cunt. You barely have the time to see him lick his lips in hunger before he flattens his mouth over your folds, sucking in exactly like he had done over your nipples and you moan deeply. Both the surprising turnaround and the softness of his tongue on your clit heighten the sensation tenfold, the parts of you previously stimulated and the currently stimulated one creating an amazing mix of pleasure.

Your hand goes for his hair, tugging at it for dear life as he continues his ministrations on you, lapping at your folds. The way you pull his hair makes him let out a satisfied grunt and you gasp at the sensation, the tip of his nose brushing your swollen bud when he looks up at you with darkened eyes.

The building pleasure soon becomes too much to handle and when you reach your peak there is his name on your lips, the way you scream and shake not stopping him from sucking your overstimulated clit through your climax. After a while your breathing slows, your vision clears and you feel his hands caressing your thigh and the familiar scent of him reaches your nose again when he comes back to kiss you, his chain resting in the hollow of your neck. You can taste yourself on him and the way he devours your mouth makes you a whimpering mess again while you wiggle under him with the aftershock.

You feel the fire being reignited within you when you lock your thighs around his hips and adjust yourself so you can feel his cock against your stomach, still hard and ready.

The wait seems endless for you before he plunges into you again, your warmth surrounding him making him hiss with desire and the delicious sensation comes back very rapidly deep inside of you. He goes all the way in, his head meeting your cervix roughly and the brief pain as he starts pounding into you makes you clutch at his back with a moan. You meet the roll of his hips, your late overstimulation a delightful addition to the way he is thrusting against your inner walls and the coiling tension comes back, heart racing in your chest.

You don’t know how long you enjoy the gorgeous feeling of him thrusting into you with ragged breath over your lips before you sense your muscles tightening and his cock throb, his gaze heavy as he watches your pleasured expression change to one of ecstasy. When the tension in your body snaps you convulse around him and let out shattered moans, making him twitch in reaction and reach his release with a strangled noise.

When he goes limp beside you he kisses you again, both of you panting in unison and there is nothing but both of your hot bodies against each other, you still shuddering from the aftermath.

He takes his time to caress your arm after softly withdrawing out of you, eyes hooded and exhausted in pleasure before going to the bathroom rapidly. You take that opportunity to settle your breathing and clear your mind of the wonderful moment you just had, and can’t help but reach for your phone in slight dread, something tugging at you to come back to reality.

Leah’s texts are numerous, but reassuring in some way. You stare at your phone sadly, hesitating.

“What is it?”

Will has reappeared and he is approaching you. You put down your phone and form a sentence you want to be somewhat encouraging. “It’s Matt… He finally came home a while ago, and Leah wants to bring him to A&E. Other than that he is… alright, considering…”

You let your words hang up in the hair while you witness Will deeply inhale, expression unreadable and come to lay beside you on the bed, shuffling the covers.

“Will?” you try, unsure as you turn to face him.

He doesn’t say anything but silently takes hold of your waist and brings you against him on the bed, making you lay face to him, bodies pressed against each other, needing you close.

You watch him intensely, the way his eyes seem to flicker in remembrance of what happened only hours ago, the events that earned him those bandages on his hands, and you take one of them resting on your side.

“Will you take care of Nan for me?”

You part your lips, a little at a loss and ignoring the ill feeling in your chest. “Wh-Why? I mean… Do you intend to turn yourself in?” you stammer, the hard reality coming back in waves in your comfortable shared cocoon.

He fidgets slightly besides you, eyes filling with uncertainty and helplessness. “I… I don’t know.”

You cup his jaw and he leans into your touch. “I don’t want you to go…” you whisper. “You could stay here, forever. They won’t look for you here.”

He sees your half smile and you almost see the ghost of his, but his expression turns sour again. “Will you come with me if I do it? If I turn myself in?”

“Yes, of course,” you say with a weak voice, still in denial that it could, or will happen. But a worse feeling settles in your mind, dread, and you feel your lips moving on their own. “Will… there is something that I need to tell you-”

“No,” he cuts, but his voice is so soft you weren’t sure it was his. “Don’t… make it harder than it already is. Please Y/N.”

You bite your lips as you feel your eyes burning, but you don’t let the tears appear.

He is right. You can’t tell him your true feelings like that, not when everything is on the verge of changing.

You nod weakly, and he can’t look away from you, like a silent discussion going on between the two of you, yet you want to tell him so many things. In the silence and the touch of his fingers over your skin and hair, a comfortable atmosphere settles and his exhaustion becomes more apparent, taking over you as well.

You see him close his eyes as you lean into his warmth convinced that he fell asleep as you drift off in turn.

Only he is not. When you fall asleep, he opens his eyes again, his mind too filled with anguish to allow him to sleep and he is left to watch your relaxed face and your soft breathing. During those sleepless hours, he thinks that he regrets everything, pushing you aside, not letting you in enough, you who saw the best of him when there was nothing to find there. He regrets arguing with you, letting his frustration over his own choices surging over you, and he regrets that he involved you with his mess in the first place.

You didn’t deserve that.

When you wake up it’s still dark outside, and Will is not there anymore. You first believe that what occurred the night before might have been a dream, but there is his recognisable scent around you that shuts your doubts.

You try not to give in to panic, half tempted to search your flat just to be sure, but the sight of a single piece of paper on your night stand makes you abandon this idea and your heart drops in your chest.

You take it with care, ache filling you when you recognise his writing.

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t do goodbyes, and I don’t think you would have let me anyway.

I’m sorry we had so little time, and I know it’s all my fault. I told you, I always fuck it up.

And yeah. I love you. I’m sorry I never got to say it before. On paper it feels easier, but you’re just there and I just have to say it, even if it’s not out loud.

Please take care of Nan for me.

William”

There are no tears in your eyes at first when you stare blankly at the paper.

You don’t understand and there is this nagging feeling that something is wrong with what you are reading, but you shut that emotion off and let space for your tears to flow, one hand coming over your mouth to stop any sounds from escaping.

If he was going to prison, you could visit him, it didn’t have to be the end.

You look at the time and decide to find out for yourself.

You get dressed and on your way out you phone Leah. She is at the station with Matt, she sounds tired and when you hang up you decide to drop by Will’s first, to check on his nan. On him maybe.

She is alone, already in front of a cup of tea this early and when she asks you where your friend is, you can't answer her.

When you arrive at the station, the police don't realise who you are yet, giving you the opportunity to find out that Tom and Matt are in a very bad situation, that Leah had been with him all night, and Will… is not there.

The money is gone, and there are no traces of him.

He ran off.

A/N: There is no words to thank @arcielee, @babyblue711 & @enchantingcupcakecollectionfan for their amazing work and help from them. This fandom is truly amazing.

The scene of the bonfire party was written, but I don't know if I'll publish it. Seems good as it is.

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