#I have confessed over a text once & once in person where I knew they didn’t like me so I was safe & felt brave but v sad

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One of my besties is hyping me up to ask a new coworker out but I have never done that before I am do a frighten

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hii, I wish to request a Willy Wonka x reader 😭🙏 where reader doesn’t like chocolate at all because it’s too cloying, so Wonka tries to make the right candy (or chocolate) to give it to the reader at Christmas Eve (he wanted to gave reader a small gift before Christmas day, like a form of confessing his feelings to the reader). And reader also prepares a small gift to Wonka bc they also want to confess their feelings to him

Reader can be gender neutral, or however you want

English isn’t my first language so sorry any grammar mistakes, also sorry if I didn’t explain myself well

have a good day and thanks for reading 😭🫶💐

The Bittersweet Gift of Love [W. W]

Willy Wonka x gn!reader

word count: 1.8k

note: don't worry! English is not my first language either. I have to admit that writing with neutral readers is always a challenge for me because I translate my texts directly, but I think this time it's a decent thing. I hope you like it!!

taglist: @dyieying @reallysparklychaos [Timothée masterlist]

What could a chocolatier give to a person who didn't like chocolate? That was the question Willy had been asking himself for the past few weeks.

You hadn't specifically said that you didn't like chocolate, rather it was a matter of not liking the excessively sweet or sticky taste that some had. That is, most of the chocolates he made.

“Maybe it's just that you haven't found the right flavor,” he had told you once, while the two of you were talking.

And he was quite convinced of that, even thinking that if he managed to make something special for you maybe he would earn some affection from you. It would be as if he gave you a certain part of himself, so that you could make it yours.

So it was that Wonka, after reflecting a lot, decided to try all kinds of combinations until he found one good enough to satisfy you. Christmas was approaching and he believed that the occasion would be perfect not only to give you the present, but also to take an important step for which he had not yet had the courage: he wanted to confess his feelings for you.

The man didn't know much about love, however, he knew that he liked you a lot and he wanted you to know it. It was just that he was pretty nervous about it and he hoped everything would turn out as perfect as possible, after all, you deserved it.

Christmas Eve came when he was least expecting it and then it was time to dress in shades of green and red to attend the party that the Smith family would throw, as a thank-you to everyone after Dorothy had heard what the entire group did for help Noodle when she needed it most.

Willy put a lot of effort into buying, with some of the few coins he had left, a cute outfit appropriate to the occasion that he combined with his characteristic coat. When he was in front of the library door he felt the little purple box in his hands extremely heavy and he thought it would be a better idea to put it in his pocket, or else you would realize ahead of time the surprise he had for you.

“Mr. Wonka,” Dorothy greeted, as she opened the door “Come in, come in. It's freezing outside”

“Good night, Mrs. Smith,” he murmured cordially, removing his hat and placing it on a rack in the entryway. Apparently he was the last to arrive, since everyone else was already talking happily in the room.

Of course his eyes went directly to you, who was wearing a green sweater that highlighted your beautiful skin tone and you already had a huge smile on your pink lips from the cold.

“It's good to see you, Mr. Wonka,” said Abacus, being the first to speak “Sit over here.”

He smiled internally at the good fortune that the place the man had left him was right next to you and when you gave him a look, he felt himself blush.

“Hi,” he murmured shyly.

"Hello! I'm so glad you could come."

“I would never miss it,” he responded smilingly. His knees collided with yours and suddenly your warmth seemed to invade him as well, perhaps because of the closeness, but also because of the overflowing love he felt for you “How are you?”

With this question you began a pleasant and private conversation, which developed between close whispers and giggles that made him increasingly nervous. The others didn't mind too much that you didn't participate in the general talks, as they knew that certain unresolved matters probably needed time.

You ate the delicious dinner that the family had prepared, you drank punch, you sang some Christmas carols and when the night had advanced enough you returned to your previous place, although now with fewer people around.

“This is so nice, I love Christmas. The atmosphere is always so homely and warm” you said, with your eyes resting on the simple tree that adorned the room.

It was almost midnight and the others were in the kitchen sorting through some of the cookies that Noodle had put there an hour ago, which only left you and the chocolatier in the living room.

“I guess I believe you, your eyes are literally shining now,” he said happily. He felt like sliding his hand into yours and this time, steeling himself, he didn't hold back. You flinched slightly when you felt that.

“What are you doing?”

“I have something for you,” he breathed, feeling strangely excited by what he was about to do “It's a gift.”

“Oh, Willy,” you responded, a bit incredulously, as you bent down to grab something from your bag on the floor. “I have something for you, too.”

He chuckled when he saw the box lined with bright red and a purple bow decorating it, since it was a pleasant coincidence that you had also prepared something for him.

“But don't tell anyone, because he didn't bring gifts for the others,” you added, quietly, and then he helped you up, still holding onto your hand.

"Come with me"

He led you to an empty room and he closed the door behind you, hoping he only needed enough minutes to not raise suspicions among the rest of the guests. You were nervously holding the gift, with both hands now that he had let go of you.

“Okay, listen. I wanted to do something special for you today,” he began to explain, as he pulled the box out of his pocket. “And I also added, uh… a note. You don't have to read it now or anything, but it says something in it that I want you to know."

“You're starting to scare me,” you stammered, obviously nervous. Willy was going to ask what you meant until he saw you take a small envelope out of your pocket, which you placed on the red paper. “Because I have the same thing for you.”

He stumbled a little at the second coincidence of the night and he wondered what your note could be about. He knew that he had written a little poem confessing how he felt about you, but... what if you were just wishing him a Merry Christmas? He was going to look like a complete fool.

“You can read mine in a more… private place if you feel comfortable. Maybe alone,” he suggested, though he knew it was more for his comfort than yours.

“Huh, how about we just open the gifts and leave the notes for later? I wouldn't want you to read mine now either” you murmured, just as shy as him.

Willy agreed and you extended your gift in his direction, hinting that he would be the first to open. He undid the bow, carefully, and then opened the box, revealing a beautiful scarf.

“Wow, I…”

"Do you like it? I made it myself”

“I don't believe you,” he said immediately, looking even more surprised. “It's beautiful, I really love it. Thank you so much"

He wasted no time and placed the garment around his neck. Curiously, it matched the rest of his outfit.

"It looks pretty"

“Mine is also a gift made by me. Feel free to tell me if you don’t like it, I… I’ll understand, okay?” you looked a little confused at that and then he took out the piece of chocolate, carefully placed inside the box “I know you don't like chocolate, but I don't think anyone should live without consuming such a great delicacy. So I made you this, because it doesn't have those things that you don't like. It's... different, but I hope you like it”

With some shyness he offered you the sweet and you put it in your mouth, under his watchful eye during the process. You tasted what he had offered you: it was a little bitter, but not in that way that makes your head hurt or leaves a bad taste on your palate, but with just the right touch. It was firm and didn't melt in your mouth, but decent enough to chew on. And finally, it had a touch of something indecipherable to you, but that gave it a certain exotic flavor that was pleasant to your senses.

He, without knowing everything you were experiencing, kept looking at you because he wanted to analyze your reaction to know what you really thought, and luckily your reaction showed agreement with what your chocolate lips said:

“It is the best chocolate I have ever tasted”

Willy felt that like the greatest compliment in the world and he couldn't help a smile crossing his face, satisfied with himself for having achieved his goal, but above all for seeing the happy expression on your face.

“You will never have to eat chocolates you don't like again, I have a jar full of these just for you. They will even bear your name."

It was inevitable not to take a step towards him to hug him and the boy, although at first he seemed surprised, soon responded to you.

“No one had ever done anything like this for me. I appreciate it a lot"

“Well, it's my Christmas gift. I wanted it to be something special,” he confessed, feeling his heart beating in time with yours “Merry Christmas, Y/N”

“Merry Christmas, Willy,” you said. The note in his hand felt extremely heavy and he was eager to read it, but he knew he would have to wait a while.

Suddenly you heard Noodle calling your names and you got out of there before anyone else noticed your absence, which worked because the girl was walking around the hallway when you were closing the door.

“It's going to be midnight, come here,” she said and you obeyed.

Dorothy revealed that she had a small present for each person and you began to look under the tree, eager to find out what would be in those little boxes. It wasn't something very ostentatious, but you were grateful anyway.

So, when no one was looking, you ran to the bathroom to finally read whatever he had written to you, hoping it wasn't as embarrassing as the confession you had made. You were stunned to learn the content and for a moment you feared you were dreaming, but you weren't.

When you left you knew well what your intentions were and your heart stopped for a moment when you noticed that Willy was nowhere to be seen, until Lottie told you that she had seen him heading to the kitchen. You rushed over and when you opened the door you noticed that he was about to do the same, with a bright expression on his face.

A second later he had already pulled you inside and without saying another word, he kissed you.

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SECOND BUTTON — n. riki

PAIRING riki × gnr

GENRE fluff, confessions, coming of age

WARNING none

W. COUNT 0.5k

S. NOTES happy bday to my baby <//3 cant believe he’s growing up

finishing high school is a bittersweet feeling.

realising that you’ll never be in the same school as all your friends anymore, that you won’t be seeing them five times a week when everyone moves on with their lives attending different colleges. safe to say it isn’t the happiest day in your eyes.

halls filled with students crying and hugging, some with markers in their hands as they write their goodbye messages on each other's t-shirts, their own covered in colourful messages.

everyone roaming the buildings one last time as a high school student before they leave to officially enter their adult stages. thankfully exams were over so the weight on your shoulders had lifted slightly, making sure to cherish the last few moments you had in this stage of life.

“guess what? i heard that kei is going to give hana his second button,” your friend gossiped, filling the whole group with gasps.

“poor guy, she’s definitely going to reject him.”

every year there would always be a select group of boys handing their crushes the second button of their uniform, a common confession practice at the end of high school year. there’s something sweet about it, giving the person you like the button closest to your heart instead of outright saying it.

it feels youthful, too shy to speak but brave enough to do something so bold in front of the whole school.

so after witnessing keis rejection live, your friends decided to go out to eat not being able to handle the second-hand embarrassment from their classmate. you didn’t make it too far out the school gates before someone called your name.

“yn!”

turning around to see someone running towards you, nishimura riki. everyone knew of riki for his dance skills always shown through the multiple stages and events he holds yearly, and maybe you’d spoken to him a few times but nothing enough to be considered friends.

you can hear your friends mumbling behind you as you walk towards him meeting him halfway, “hi riki, what’s up?”

there’s no denying riki is cute. from the mole adorning his face and his pouty lips, anyone could see he was blessed with looks alongside talent.

“erm—“ you could see him nervously fiddling as he reached for something from his pocket, “i just wanted to give you this.”

in his hands was a single gold button engraved with your school's cherry blossom design. you look up, scanning his uniform to see all his buttons intact except one.

the empty space where his second button once was stared back at you, as riki was starting to feel his adrenaline wear down and embarrassment start to crawl up his body when he noticed your friends a few feet away giggling and talking amongst themselves.

“you don’t have to take it. actually, this is stupid. i’m—“

before he could finish his sentence, you grabbed the button before his hands could close around it, clasping your own around the metal and pulling it closer to your own heart, “thank you riki, i'll text you?”

under different circumstances, you would’ve been worried how red the boy had gotten in the face as he aggressively nodded his head before running back the way he came. 

maybe this next step is sweeter than expected.

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𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰

matt sturniolo x reader (fluff)

summary: reader is secretly messaging someone, and matt gets jealous

warnings/notes: mentions of jealousy, happy ending

requested?: yes! number 17 “accidental confession” and number 24 “A not realizing they’re jealous” from my actions prompt list @markiplierbaby

also requested by others ↴

- boy bsf matt getting jealous over someone reader is talking to so he starts to act all possessive and touchy

> > >

You had known Matt for years now. He was your best friend and confidant, always offering his support whenever you needed it. Matt never judged you or questioned your life choices (unless, of course, they were bad choices… in which case he would tell you to get a grip).

All in all, you two were always together. Either he would come over with Nick and Chris or you would visit them for a full-day sleepover. Most days you would do something fun but there was obviously the occasional staying in and doing nothing.

This leads us to where you were currently. Sat on the couch, with your phone in hand as you giggled at a text notification that popped up.

Matt, ever curious, tilted his head to you, dropping his own mobile onto his lap. He eyed your body language, noticing the lingering grin on your face as you typed away.

“What’s funny?” he asked, an unusual feeling bubbling in his chest.

Turning your head to him briefly, you opened and closed your mouth, unsure of what to say. For some reason you were hesitant to tell him of the person you had been texting these past few days. Why were you so nervous? It’s not like he would care, right?

“Oh, just a friend… said something funny,” you finished, your heart thumping faster than you would care to admit.

Matt’s demeanor fell slightly. His shoulders slumped against the couch defeatedly. Once he noticed your lack of attention towards him, he resumed his trek through TikTok.

He couldn’t understand why his blood boiled every time you let out a snort, or a laugh. Your beautiful smile that graced your face every time a new message came through - why did that make him feel sick with worry? Matt couldn’t help but look up at you every now and again, his stomach twisting into knots more and more each time he did so.

What could be so funny? It’s not like he hasn’t made you laugh like that before, so why was it so bad when this other person was doing it?

Hating that he was being a pouty and complaining to himself, he decided to get himself up off the couch. He looked back to you before speaking.

“Do you wanna do something today? Like, instead of sitting and doing… whatever it is you’re doing,” he added the last part a bit passive aggressively.

He didn’t mean to be mad. He just couldn’t help it. What was so private that you couldn’t disclose it to him? And why did he care so much? Matt knew he was being silly, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of dread every time he saw your eyes light up at your screen. Maybe a nice day out with you would help get his mind off of it.

You pondered for a few minutes before nodding. “Yeah, sure. What did you have in mind?”

- - -

The drive to the cinema was short. Matt said he wanted to watch a new movie that had come out, insisting that he buy the tickets online before you got there. He had a habit of always paying for you - and you wouldn’t have minded if he at least let you do the same from time to time. But he never did.

“So… who’s got you all giggly today?” he asked. It was slightly out of curiosity, but mostly out of discomfort of not knowing who it was.

“Oh! It was a friend of Madi’s. I met them a couple days ago when I went to her house.”

You said it matter-of-factly. How were you to know that Matt had ulterior motives asking this? How were you to know that as soon as you got out of the car, Matt would shoot Madi a text to ask who the friend was?

Matt held the door open for you as you reached the entrance to the theater. He showed the usher your tickets before making his way with you to the screen.

You realized you needed to pee before going in. There was still 20 minutes left, so you decided you’d go now before it was too late. “Hey,” you called to Matt.

He stopped to look at you, his eyebrows arching. It was as if he was waiting for you to say something. Something in particular, to which his shoulders dropped when you didn’t.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick.”

“Okay, yeah.”

As you walked to the bathroom, the last thing Matt was expecting was for you to return with someone else, your laugh echoing throughout the building.

Your head leaned into the person next to you, your smile as big as ever.

Running up to Matt, you stood beside him to introduce the newbie. “Matt! This is who I was telling you about,” you said, your grin growing as he shook hands with them.

“Ah,” he said, forcing a smile. He felt bad, but he really did not want to meet this person. This person that seemed to steal your heart and - why did he care?

Matt instinctively moved closer to you, his shoulder resting against yours. He was seeking comfort - reassurance. But he didn’t know why. You were his friend, he should be happy for you.

The conversation that buzzed through the air seemed to go in one ear and out the other. His responses were automated, nothing besides a “yeah”, “oh cool” or strained laughter could be heard from him.

At some point, it felt as if something possessed him, and he involuntarily wrapped his arm around your shoulder. It wasn’t a shock to you, really. He was occasionally touchy with you - I mean you guys were as close as could be. Yet you had noticed how weird he was acting, so you knew this sudden affection wasn’t coming from a friendly perspective. You knew he wasn’t feeling well.

“Sorry to cut this short but we really do have a movie to see. It was nice meeting you,” Matt said curtly.

It wasn’t a lie. The movie did start in 10 minutes. But really, he just wanted to have you to himself right now.

Matt moved to grab your hand now, pulling you away and towards the double doors. Your friend had already left, so you decided you’d question Matt before entering.

Planting your feet on the ground, you interlocked your fingers to his, bringing him back. “Matt,” you sing-songed.

“Matt,” you said again, more stern this time. He fell backwards, hesitantly facing you now. There was an almost embarrassed look on his face.

“Something’s up with you,” you pointed out.

“Really?” he responded, his eyes landing on your interlocked fingers.

You sighed, taking a step closer. “Matt,” you said for the third time. Each time you said his name, it sounded like honey dripping from your tongue. It made his heart race. His palms were sweating, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

“Yeah. You’re right, I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I don’t really know.”

He sounded exasperated, his sighs were deep, and his eyes looked confused. Confused on what he was really even feeling.

“I just think that maybe I don’t really like your friend,” he said quickly, worried that he’d upset you.

You cocked your head to the side. “How come?”

“They’re not that funny,” he said, pouting. “And they were texting you too much. I could barely even have a conversation with you this morning.”

You almost got whiplash with how fast you jerked your head backwards. To say you were confused would be an understatement. “They were… texting me too much?” you asked in disbelief.

Matt’s cheeks burned under your intense gaze. “Matt, I don’t understand.”

He shook his head, groaning. He let go of your hand to rub his face in frustration. “Me neither! But every time you smiled at them I got so annoyed and - and I think maybe I just don’t like your new friend.”

Suddenly, a wave of laughter washed over you. Matthew Sturniolo was jealous. And he was none the wiser. Taking deep breaths in between your giggles, you wiped a few stray tears away. Matt looked at you like a lost puppy, his eyes following your every movement.

“What?” he asked, his fingers messing with the rings on his hands.

“It’s not funny!” but the smile on his face said otherwise. He couldn’t help it, seeing you happy always made him happy. “C’mon, what are you laughing at?”

You held onto his shoulder for support. “You are so clueless.”

His eyes widened at your statement. Suddenly his cheeks flushed again and he opened his mouth to say something, but ultimately decided not to. What was he clueless about?

Shaking your head at how oblivious he was, you finally just told him. “Matt, you’re jealous.”

“I- what?”

You smiled at him, pecking his cheek in the process. “Well there’s nothing to be jealous of. They really are just a friend.”

His skin buzzed at the contact of your lips on his skin. He wished that you did it more often.

Matt blinked at you a few times. Could it be? He knew he found you beautiful, and funny. He knew that sometimes he imagined cuddling with you on a stormy night - but he never thought too deep into it.

Jesus, you were right. He was clueless. And it took him this long to realize that he liked you.

He felt like an idiot.

“Let’s go, Matty. We really do have a movie to see,” you mocked the last part. Grabbing his hand in yours once more, you lead him to the movie screen.

You looked back at him briefly, your thumb rubbing the back of his hand.

“Maybe after this we can go get dinner?”

Turning your back to him, you kept walking, missing the dopey smile on his face as he stared at your hands yet again. It must’ve been the millionth time that he blushed today, his face feeling like it was in a constant state of unnaturally heating up.

He wishes he knew he liked you before. Then maybe this date could’ve come faster.

- - - - -

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SUNOO 김순우 - INNOCENT ATTRACTION

Word Count 1.0k

Genre : Fluff

Content : brothersbestfriend!sunoo, any gender reader, cuddling, sleeping in same bed… other fluffy stuff lol

Synopsis : Sunoo is your brothers best friend and can’t help but to feel attracted to him.

Authors Note : This is my first sunoo post… p.s. let me know if y’all want me to make a smutty part 2 :)

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Sunoo was constantly at my house. Every day when I got out of class, my brother Jungwon would have Sunoo over. It felt like he practically lived there. But there was something that Jungwon didn’t know. Sunoo confessed his feelings to me long ago.

His confession caught me by suprise given that we never really interacted with eachother besides when he’s at my house, but I will admit that there were many times where I caught him looking at me for longer than he should have been. I can also admit that Sunoo isn’t the ugliest person in the world. The prettiest people are the ones you look at when they don’t notice it. And that is exactly how it went for a few months. I always ignored him because I thought that maybe he just had a weird thing about me and Jungwon is just making up stories to cover up. But as the time passed, Sunoo became more and more bold in his actions.

He started leaving flowers on my desk or bringing me snacks and chocolates. He even tried kissing my cheek once. I knew he liked me so I pretended that I didn’t feel anything at all. That way I wouldn’t be able to tell him to stop coming over or make an excuse that he could come back anytime he wants. I wouldn’t say I have a crush on him, but I definitely liked the attention he was giving me, and I wasn’t going to be the one to tell him to stop.

I still haven’t told Jungwon that Sunoo likes me since the whole situation is still new to me. I want to talk to him, but I have no idea what to say to him or what he will do if I tell him. I think it will be best for me to keep this between us for now and just see how things go from here.

Jungwon was an early bird and Sunoo was a night owl. Everytime Sunoo spent the night in Jungwons room, he would stay up a lot later than him and there would be many times I would get midnight texts from him.

Sunoo:

Hey are you up?

(Y/N):

yeah what is it this time

Sunoo:

Heyyyy don’t be like that :(

Would you like someone to accompany you?

(Y/N):

i am really trying to sleep but if his snoring is that loud then i can make a bed of the floor for you in my room.

Sunoo:

Okay I will be there in a sec

Sunoo slowly creeps out of Jungwons room, making sure to turn the door knob quietly and to not make a sound. Few seconds later I hear a tap at my door.

“That was quick, I havnt even made your bed yet” I said opening the door.

“That’s fine, I can wait”

He makes way into my room and plops down onto my bed. I reach into my closet to grab some blankets to lay on the floor and I notice Sunoo crawling under my covers, getting a little too comfortable.

“You aren’t sleeping there” I snap

All I hear is a groan.

I continue laying out the blankets and crawl into my bed. “Your bed is ready” his eyes are half closed. I roll my eyes and thump his forehead.

“Pleaseee can I stay here? I am already comfortable and warm, and floor is cold and hard” he begs.

“Fine but stay on your side”

He smiles and quickly falls into sleep.

———————————————

About an our or two into the night, I guess I back up a little too far, to where my back is in Sunoo chest. He doesn’t have a negative reaction. Instead he snakes his around under my shirt around my stomach and rests his hand on my tummy. I am not compelled to move it, actually I didn’t mind it at all supprisingly.

My eyes start to fall closed and the feeling of falling asleep slowly becomes stronger. Sunoo seems to be taking a liking to this position so I let myself relax into it. When I feel Sunoo’s warm breath against the nape of my neck it sent shivers down my spine.

“Have I ever told you how good you smell?” he whispers into my ear.

I shake my head and pull away from him, trying to sit up. Before I can Sunoo pulls me back toward him. This causes a small smile to tug at the corner of my lips. “No, I don’t want you to go” he says tiredly. He runs his finger through my hair softly and gently, it is very relaxing to have someone pamper me like this. Someone who genuinely cared for me.

His body is so large and warm, I couldn’t deny that I actually liked cuddling with him. Maybe I do feel something for him. Maybe I have been denying my feeling in fear of ruining my relationship with Jungwon. Maybe it wasn’t just an infatuation. I sigh and rest my head back down. He continues stroking through my hair and he rubs my sides slowly and softly. I feel myself drifting off again. Eventually, we both fell asleep.

[damiansgoodgirll]

can you please do an story about Damian and Reader where her "friends" forgot her BDay and Damian is the only one who recognize something was wrong and she's telling him that's her BDay and he makes it an unforgettable weekend and later confess to her?!

damian priest x reader

bday party

realising that it was your birthday and none of your friends wished you an happy birthday or asked you if you were doing something for that day actually hurt you.

you’ve been there for every one of your friends, for their birthdays, their weddings, whatever party they wanted to do. you’ve always been there but no one was there for you on your own special day.

being in an other city, away from your family, hurt you more. they were the only one to remember your birthday but the fact that they weren’t with you left you with a sense of sadness washing over you.

you hoped that maybe your gym friends remembered since you talked about it for the past week but once you hit the gym everyone greeted you normally, like nothing changed.

the only person to notice your humor was damian, you’ve met him when you started going at the same gym but everytime you talked it was mostly small talks. some about your personal lives and some about your jobs, a part of that, you weren’t that much friends. you were texting over instagram sometimes but not about anything in particular.

you’ve always found him attractive and truth be told you loved watching him in the gym but you knew you weren’t his type. you weren’t the type of girl a gym person like him would date.

but you couldn’t be more wrong.

damian had a crush on you. he developed feelings since the moment he saw you. he couldn’t get enough and his stalking abilities made it easier for him to find your instagram. he wanted to ask you out so bad but he didn’t know what kind of life he could give you. he was away from home all the time and he knew he couldn’t bring you with him.

he thought about those things all the time but that never stopped his feeling for you.

he wasn’t sure what was going on but there was something in your looks that was telling him that something was off.

“hey y/n! you okay?” he asked softly approaching you.

“hi damian” you greeted him with your soft voice “yes everything okay” you smiled.

“you sure? you know you can tell me if there’s something bothering you…” he smiled at you. a genuine smile you haven’t seen in months.

“it’s just…it doesn’t matter…”

“it does matter if it’s the reason i haven’t seen you smiling or laughing all morning” he teased.

“well, it’s my birthday and…well, none of my friends remembered it but it doesn’t really matter…” you awkwardly said, trying to not sound childish because in your mind it sounded stupid being mad for something like that.

“happy birthday hermosa” he said hugging you.

you never felt that hot in your life.

“t-thank you…i really appreciate it” you smiled.

“do you have any plans or things you wanna do today?”

“i actually have to finish some work but i was thinking of maybe watching a movie and ordering some pizza tonight since i’ll be alone anyway…” you whispered the last part and damian caught that too.

“text me your address after lunch, i’ll pick you up and take you somewhere nice” he said leaving before you could actually reply.

and so you did.

you had no idea where he was taking you so you tried to be elegant but not too extra at the same time.

he took you to a cinema and you both comfortably watched the new hunger games movie and ended up eating some pizza at the cute place near your home.

“you really shouldn’t have done it…maybe you had other plans today” you felt a little apologetic.

“no other plans, trust me…”

he loved spending the day with you. he got to know you better. definitely better than the usual ten minutes talk at the gym. he got to know what you liked, how you loved your pizza, what drinks you drink, what music you like to listen, what movies and shows you like to watch and more. he was comfortable with you and he wished every day was like this.

“still…you didn’t have to do it for me…” you smiled.

“i loved doing it for you” he said seriously, his eyes never leaving yours and you felt butterflies all over your body.

“then…thank you so much for the night” you whispered.

“you’re very welcome…even if you haven’t eaten the cake yet…” he said before taking a candle from his jacket and lighting it up for you “make a wish hermosa” he said with his deep voice.

“i think it already came true…” you teased back. before you could eat your piece of cake, he gently grabbed your hand and kissed the palm of it.

“it could be like this every night if you want to, you know…” he whispered, keeping your hand close to his lips “i really like you y/n and if you give one chance i could show you how i feel about you…”

“okay…” you whispered.

“okay” he smiled and kissed your hand again, making you forget about the cake.

honestly? fuck the cake if he could give you dessert every night.

[hugs2doie]

liking nct dream at the wrong time

anon’s request: Hi!💗 Could you make a fic where reader like's 7dream but they didn't like her at the time and reader wouldn't stop until one day reader finally gave up and 7dream ended up liking her back? Ty!💗💗🩷💕💖 finally gave up and 7dream ended u up liking her back?

pairing: nct dream x gn!reader

genre: angst

warnings: none (i think)

author’s note: idk if i have ever said this but i LOVE writing angst, and finally, i got this request done woo !!

— mark

at first, when you confessed, he would feel so bad. he loved you as a friend and nothing more, he never thought of you anything more than friends. your confession would make things awkward, especially for mark. every time he’d see you he’d think of your confession and, well, can’t help but feel bad. he thought that time would make you get over him, however it was not true. every time you would accidentally bump into e/o, your eyes would lit up and he never failed to notice that. because of work and everything, y’all started texting less, meeting less, but still managed to keep up with each other. as time would go on, mark would realize how you were the only person who was there for him: who took care of him when he needed, who was there to cheer him up, tell him kind words and assure him for everything, he had fallen for you. but, he realized that too late. you had already moved on. your eyes wouldn’t lit up the same way as they used to before, you didn’t try to cling at him like you used to. when he would see you, his heart would ache, you didn’t have the sparkles you always had in your eyes. he was just a friend to you, and nothing more.

— renjun

you didn’t even need to confess to him, your feelings were so obvious to him and everyone else. when he first noticed that, he stopped all the teasing, flirty words, hugging you, whatsoever, and thought for a while about you guys�� friendship. of course, he did not want to lose you, you were his best friend. he did not want to lose you but at the same time he did not want to give you false hope. that did not go unnoticed by you. you knew renjun and it was obvious when there was something wrong. every time you’d ask him that, he would spit out some random lies with the most serious face ever, which you had to believe cause, why would your best friend lie to you? right? renjun would notice how hard you tried to make him fall for you, he just.. never did. but, many of your actions made his love grow for you, he didn’t kbow if the love he had for you was the same love he used to have for you, as his best friend, or more. once, you cooked his favorite dish, that his mom always used to cook. you weren’t a good cook, especially with chinese food but, he was your best friend, and he was struggling a lot that time, he missed his family so much. he still smiles thinking about that moment. every now and then, he found himself smiling when texting with you. he had fallen for you. but it was too late, you already started seeing someone.

— jeno

he always thought you saw him like a best friend, just like he saw you, but he was being mistaken. one day, you guys were having a sleepover and while you went to get a glass of water, you accidentally left your phone open, to the DMs with your friend. jeno was going to grab the remote so when he turned around to find it in the couch, he saw the phone, and his eyes went to that one message you sent your friend: “i think i’m in love with jeno”. he froze. he really couldn’t believe what he just read. he went to the bathroom before you came back and started thinking to himself. he really wished he liked you back. as your best friend, all he wanted, was to make you happy, nothing else. but. it was harder than it looked like. he would notice all the efforts you made, how you wanted to impress him etc. they had no effect on him, he still felt the same for you. this went on for months. it hurt jeno seeing you trying so hard for him, knowing his feelings wouldn’t change anytime soon, but, one day, surprisingly, your efforts stopped. you wouldn’t blush when he would be close or in front of you anymore. you wouldn’t be uncomfortable when he would talk about random people to you. and he found it strange. he missed your playful flirting. but that was the problem. why would he miss it? it’s not like he liked you or something, right? it’s not like he had fallen for you, right? his heart didn’t drop when you introduced your boyfriend to him… right?

— haechan

he realized it in a truth or dare game. you were playing truth or dare with 7dream and it was chenle’s turn, so he asked haechan: “be honest, have you ever thought of dating y/n?”. the question made you blush lightly and look at haechan, but, his reaction wasn’t what you expected. haechan was pretending to throw up and say stuff like “me? y/n??? i would rather jump off a cliff” and “i literally see them as my sibling.” what you didn’t notice was that, the frown you had in your face and your teary eyes, got caught by haechan, no matter how much you fake laughed and agreed. from that day, without realizing it, he started distancing himself from you. he really wanted to give up on the friendship, he just wanted you to move on from him, he hated seeing you sad because of your past crushes, and he didn’t wanna be one of them. he had to give up on the friendship. but it was you who wouldn’t. as they say, love makes you blind, so you wouldn’t notice haechan attempts of distancing. you would still show him the same amount of love and even more. one day, haechan realized he liked it, more than he should. if before he didn’t mind you being clingy, now he wanted you to be clingy. every message of yours would make his heart flutter, that made him realize he finally liked you, so he decided to confess, hoping that you still liked him back. but that was until you started talking about this new person, who had you smiling, giggling, biting your nails and everything. you were over haechan, and now, he was the one who was too blind to realize it.

— jaemin

“i’m sorry y/n, i genuinely see you as a friend, nothing more.” you wish you never confessed. aside from tears forming in your eyes, you managed to tell him that it’s alright and that you wanted to continue staying friends with him. being the sweetheart he is, he of course couldn’t say no. later on, he started regretting it. you were doing so much for him, more than you should, doing all out of love, but it was only you who couldn’t notice it. giving him your all made his heart ache. he would want to tell you to stop but he knew it would be no use at all. staying friends with jaemin made it hard for both of you, but you still couldn’t let go of him. this went on about months until one day it just stopped. it was weird, to him and everyone else. you stopped texting him so often, and stop texting first. you stopped asking for hangouts and sleepovers. you just stop trying. jaemin wasn’t used to this. he wasn’t used to getting no good morning/good night texts from you, or you telling him about your day, or you talking about the people you cherish the most to him. he wasn’t used to you stopping those. he enjoyed them. he enjoyed every single thing you told him. he enjoyed watching you speak, how your eyes lit up talking about your favorite movie, your laughs and giggles when telling a funny story, or the yawns you let out while talking to him when you were busy. he realized that he enjoyed everything related to you too late, it was now your turn to reject him.

— chenle

chenle really didn’t expect you to like him. he just thought y’all were the best of buddies that you could be silly and serious at the same time. that did indeed make him think better about himself ‘cause, who wouldn’t be happy when someone would like them? but that died down quickly cause, it came from somebody he had no feelings for. you played it off and said the confession was simply for a truth or dare game, but he could see it in your eyes that you were lying, even though he pretended to believe you. chenle would probably try to maintain the friendship and forget about the confession, but he just couldn’t, no matter how much he tried. chenle would act the same towards you, even after the confession, showing that all he sees you as, is a friend and nothing more. this of course would hurt you but, trying wouldn’t be harm for anyone, right? when in reality, you were just harming yourself; you made everything that could make chenle happy, he just never saw you any different. what you didn’t know was that, for the past few weeks chenle would be smiling at himself at night, thinking about the bracelet you got him, and all your other gifts, he would be smiling and giggling without even realizing it, while the next day he would greet you the exact same. this, unfortunately, made you stop trying, until you fell out of love. this however, made chenle realize that he was in love with you. maybe it was the day where you held hands with your new partner or the kiss you gave them that made him realize that, either way, his heart would be aching in nothing but pain.

— jisung

he would think that the roses, chocolates and the written confession on a piece of paper you sent him that monday morning, were simply all a prank. he just couldn’t take it seriously. you? liked him? it didn’t feel real to jisung at all. however, aside from him being happy that someone likes him, he was sad cause he didn’t feel the same, and he did not want to let you know that, especially after all of these. no matter how much jisung tried, he just couldn’t love you back. no matter how much he told himself before he went to sleep and gaslighted himself that he loved you back and would date you, he just couldn’t bring himself to believe it. as months passed, he seemed to appreciate your efforts more than he used to. he would hide all of your gifts in a special box and look at them everyday, kicking his feet like an anime girl. his cheeks would rise with heat reading watching the cute handmade gifts. the sight was the most adorable thing ever, too bad you couldn’t see it. after liking jisung a lot, you realized you should move on, so you did. you started seeing someone, who treated you the same and gave the same efforts back. you felt happy, that made you lose feelings for jisung after literal months. jisung bit his lip hard when he got introduced to your partner, knowing that he should’ve realized it sooner that he loves you, and that you’re never going to love him the same way you used to.

[feelingf1]

and they said speak now part 2 - oscar piastri

you can read part one: here

happy taylor swift month!! (or august as normal people call it)

also, I forgot to give Ocar’s bride a name in the first part, hence why I just keep calling her ‘bride’. :)

enjoy!!

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But Oscar kept his mouth shut.

He looked at you, at his bride, at the priest, at the crowd, but he never once opened his mouth.

It was like he was frozen still, until suddenly, he dropped his bride’s hands and left the church through the back door.

That was it. You had just ruined your best friend’s wedding, and probably your friendship too.

The tears started to fall down your face, and there was no way that you could stop them. You were truly heartbroken.

The bride made her way down the aisle, stopping to talk to you, or rather, give out to you.

“Wow, thanks a lot Y/N. You really know how to make a wedding day amazing, don’t you?” The sadness was evident in her voice, as it broke multiple times, but that didn’t stop it being laced with sarcasm.

“I’m sorry.” You managed to whisper, attempting to wipe the tears from your eyes, to look collected. “I didn’t mean to ruin your day, but I’m in love with him, and I had to tell him.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “You’re a pathetic excuse of a person. Ruining our wedding day just so you can confess feelings that he doesn’t have, because, to remind you, HE’S GETTING MARRIED TO ME!!”

She was shouting now. Her bridal group tried calming her down, but there was no stopping her.

“If he loved you, wouldn’t you be the bride right now?” She stated, glaring at you.

With that statement, she walked away and headed out of the church doors. You were left standing in the aisle, before your legs crumbled from under you. You dropped your head and wrapped your arms around yourself.

“What have I done?” You whispered to yourself multiple times. Oscar had been a part of your life ever since you could remember, surely you didn’t lose him that easily, right?

You felt a strong pair of arms wrap around you. You looked up to find Lando, smiling softly at you. You dropped your head onto his shoulder and cried into his suit, grabbing onto him for comfort.

“Oh Lando, I’m so stupid. What have I done?” Lando comforted you, rubbing his hand through your hair.

“Oh Y/N. You told the truth, that’s not wrong to do. I promise you that. You’re brave for doing it.” The two of you sat on the floor for a few more minutes before he got to his feet.

“C’mon, we have an Oscar to go find.”

Your head snapped up at the mention of his name.

“Huh?” You asked.

Lando grabbed your hands. “Do you seriously think I’m letting this end here? No, we’re gonna go find him.”

You pulled yourself up with Lando’s help, before you started arguing with him.

“No way. That is definitely not happening this time Lando.” Could you really trust Lando’s advice again, when his advice is what landed you in this situation in the first place.

“You can’t lose him, Y/N.”

He was right. You couldn’t lose Oscar. You couldn’t lose the person who you loved for years.

“Okay, let’s go.” You agreed, and the two of you headed out the doors.

You got outside, and soon after realized that Oscar had left. He didn’t drink much last night, so he was perfectly fine to drive, something that wasn’t common with all of the other wedding guests.

You pulled out your phone, trying desperately to call and text him, but there was no reply, to you or to anybody, as all his mates had been trying him too.

Oscar’s groomsmen headed over to you. “Y/N, any idea where he’d be?” After all, this was yours and Oscar’s home town, nobody knew it better than the two of you.

You thought long and hard about where he could be. He wouldn’t be at his home, that was too obvious. He wouldn’t be at his parents’, because his parents’ house was accommodated by the rest of his family attending the wedding, and that was too obvious also.

“Y/N, is there anywhere he goes when he’s like stressed?” Lando asked you.

And then it clicked, you knew exactly where Oscar was.

He was at the Old Park.

You ran out to the church’s gates, signaling for a taxi on the busy main road. Lando raced after you. “I’ll go with you, but I’ll stay in the car, okay?” You nodded your head in agreement, and a taxi pulled up to the two of you soon after.

“Where are you guys headed?” The taxi driver asked after the two of you rushed in.

“The Old Park please, as quick as you can.”

You and Lando didn’t talk on the journey there, which was unlike you, but with the tension being so high with everything that just happened, maybe it was better than way.

Your legs were bouncing with nerves. You only had one shot to make this right, to make it up with Oscar, to get your best friend back.

After what felt like hours, you arrived at the park. You swung the door open and left Lando to deal with the payment. As you ran through the park, headed for the picnic benches, your mind became flooded with memories.

Ever since the two of you were young, this was your hangout place. You lived in a tiny apartment with all your siblings, so you could never have Oscar over as a child. Even though he invited you to his house all the time, the two of you wanted a place away from everybody else.

This is where Oscar came after every bad race, where you’d assure him that his family were still so proud of him. You’d come here when your family would stress you out with their sky-high expectations for you, and give out to you when you wouldn’t meet them. Oscar would hold you in his arms as you cried your heart out. He had to be here now, at your place.

As you sprinted up the slope, you saw a shadow sitting on the picnic table, and you never felt so relieved. He was looking down over the city, a view the two of you had spent many night admiring, but also wishing you could get away from.

You stopped dead in your tracks. What were you going to say to Oscar? Apologize? Explain? You didn’t really know, but you had to say something.

“Oscar?” You said, softly.

Oscar’s head whipped around, and he gave you a soft smile when he seen you. “I knew you’d find me.” He replied.

He pushed over to one side of the table and patted it, beckoning for you to join him, which you did.

You sighed deeply before you started explaining.

“Oscar, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin your wedding, really I didn’t. It’s just, well, I was told by someone that I should tell you how I felt. I tried to do it this morning but I was too nervous. I- I don’t know why I did it in the church, I never thought I would, but the fact I did it must mean something right? It’s just-”

Oscar grabbed your jaw, turned your head towards you, and kissed you. The kiss was deep with passion and desire, which, for you, confirmed that you weren’t the only one with feelings.

After a few moments, Oscar pulled away and pressed your foreheads together.

“Y/N, I’ve loved you for years. I don’t know why I didn’t say anything, I guess I was scared of ruining our friendship. I didn’t really want to get married, but I thought it might force me to get over you, because I thought you would never like me in any other way. I love you Y/N Y/L/N.”

Tears swelled up in your eyes and spilled down your cheeks. This was possibly the best thing you could have asked for. You wrapped your arms around Oscar and kissed him again, softly, gently, like you two had all the time in the world.

Once again, the two of you pulled away and sat in a comfortable silence.

“Oscar?” You asked, and he hummed back.

“What’re you going to do about the wedding?”

Oscar looked down at himself, almost forgetting he was in his wedding suit, and he ditched his wedding. He stayed silent for a minute, before asking.

“Do you think you can find a wedding dress today?”

“Huh?” You didn’t really understand what Oscar was asking.

He hopped off of the table and pulled off his engagement ring, before getting down on one knee in front of you.

“Y/N, I know this is crazy and rushed, but I want to marry you today. I’ve waited years to tell you that I love you and I don’t think I can wait another day for you to be my bride. So, Y/N, will you marry me?”

You hands flew up to cover your mouth and you nodded frantically. This was the best day of your life, by far.

“Oh Oscar, of course I’ll marry you.”

He placed his ring on your finger before kissing you again. He grabbed your hand as the two of you ran down the slope. “Let’s go get married!” You exclaimed with joy.

A few hours later, you were stood at the church’s doors. You had to ring up your family to tell them the news, and even though they thought you were mental, they were happy for you. You chose to wear your mother’s wedding dress, and your sister happened to be a florist, so she organized your wedding flowers. You had your whole family around you and you couldn’t be happier.

The organ started to play, and with the help of your sisters carrying the train of your dress, you walked down the aisle. Of course, it was a small crowd. Most people wouldn’t show up to a wedding with a few hours notice, but you couldn’t care.

You were getting married to the love of your life, and that’s all that mattered.

The ceremony began and it was beautiful. Half way through, you found Lando in the crowd and smiled at him. None of this would be happening if it wasn’t for him. You giggled to yourself when you seen that there was tear stains on his cheeks, as they were on your own also.

The priest, once again, said the infamous line.

“Speak now, or forever hold your peace.”

There was silence across the church. Nobody wanted to object to your marriage. The two of you started laughing.

“Second time’s the charm, huh?” He whispered into your ear.

The ceremony concluded as the priest reached his final words.

“Y/N, do you take Oscar to be your lawfully wedded husband?” He asked you.

You didn’t even have to think about it. “I do.” You replied, smiling as Oscar placed the wedding ring on your finger.

“Oscar, do you take Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

Oscar smiled at you. “I do.” You took the ring and carefully placed it on his finger, gently rubbing his hand.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

The two of you kissed, and you had never, ever felt happier. You smiled out at the crowd after, then grabbed Oscar’s hand as the two of your headed down the aisle whilst being showered in confetti and flowers.

You stopped at the steps of the church.

“I love you, husband.”

“I love you too, my wife.”

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he was late again, as per usual.

you had now gotten used to the empty apologies, the i promise i’ll be there’s.

tonight you two were supposed to hang out. you were going to confess how you truly felt about him, but what’s the point in confessing when the other person is absolutely oblivious to how you feel romantically or not.

you now laid in your bed, cuddled up watching a movie but all you could think about was him and you hated it. he was out doing god knows what and he’s left you once again.

ugh—. you were so sick and tired of his bullshit. you hated how you believed every word that comes out of his mouth.

how everything that you were mad at him for suddenly goes away when you’re together.

hated how youd make excuses for him being absent in important events. telling them and yourself that he’d be there soon, they’d give you a knowing look and you just smiled sadly at them.

you hate hated how his smile could change your whole day and then ruin it the next.

you were facing away from your window, but surely heard the little taps of peters fingers against the window. squeezing your eyes shut and clutched the pillow in your arms as you pretended to be asleep, not wanting to deal with his shit so late at night.

you felt as his presence shifts from the window as he walks away. letting out a breath that you didn’t know that you were holding in.

it hurt you to do this. he was your best friend for god sake, but he’d now hurt you one too many times.

so you started to get hang out with mj and ned more often, keeping your distance was beyond hard since you spent every waking minute together, well used to.

keeping occupied had slightly helped. that didn’t stop your thoughts from flickering to him every now and then.

he had noticed when you had pulled away. peter tried to go back to his old ways with you but you just ignored them. knowing it would only get you hurt again at the end of the day.

that’s when you had gotten home from school, headphones on full blast — humming to yourself as you placed your school supplies down and shut your bedroom door. turning around to only be met with peter.

you jumped back a little, pulling off your headphones — he had you trapped and you knew it.

“where have you been?” his hands on his hips like he was the one to have the right to be pissed off this whole time. you audibly scoff at him, throwing your headphones onto your bed.

turning back toward him with your arms crossed over your chest, “you have some fucking nerve coming in here and demanding answers from me!” pointing from him to yourself — he stepped closer to you, but you just scooted back.

“you were the one that left me all this time! not the other way round,” tears had begun to fill your eyes, blinking them away.

“you left me! with no explanation. your best friend. i sat here and waited for you, only to get excuse after excuse thrown back at me!” peter had slumped himself up against the wall; defeated. frustratedly running his hands through his hair.

“i’m sorry, i just got busy!”

that just made you laugh, that kind of sad manic laugher.

“busy? you just got busy? hm, so what were you so busy with that you couldn’t even give me a text to say that you couldn’t make it or that you’d be running a bit late. something peter anything would’ve sufficed.” throwing your hands up just letting the tears fall now.

“i broke my phone, i-i swear i tried.” he walked up to you, close enough so that he was towering over you — which made you stand up from your seat to be eye and eye with him.

“you’re really gonna stand there and give me some half assed excuse again? really? right now?” the boy was also having a fight in his mind to confess that he’s spiderman.

“i want you to get out of my house.” you whispered to him, loud enough for him to hear.

“you don’t mean that y/n…” tears of his own filled threatening to overflow. glancing down at the floor.

“i don’t want to see you right now, get out please. i won’t tell you again pete.” your words came out shaky as you pointed to your door — swallowing the lump in your throat.

he fell to his knees before you, begging you to hear him out.

“don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

with that said he left with only one glance at you…

© ruewrote.

[ezispunk]

hello, I saw that u were taking requests.... so.... can I request a javier pena x male reader.... where reader is a childhood friend of murphy came to visit him and is very physically close to him and it irritates javier cause he has a crush on reader since he entered the office... it can there have smut or not as you want (reader does not speak a word of spanish) ty ily have a good day <33

Friend of a friend.

Note to anon: hey anon! thank you for the request! i actually enjoyed writing this and i hope you enjoy it as much as i did writing it! ilyt<3

Warnings: gay sex, anal, fingering + more that i can’t think of.

Word count: 900+

You were friends with Steve Murphy since childhood, but ever since he moved to Columbia, you both have had to keep in touch over the phone. It didn’t bother you at first, but the more and more that you both talked on the phone, the more frustrating it was for you. You were a physical person and always needed physical attention and Steve knew that. One day, out of the blue, you decided to surprise him by visiting him. You got a ticket to the earliest flight that you could for that night.

The next day after you landed, you texted Connie, who was your best friend’s wife, that you were there at the airport. Connie texted back and said she was already there to pick you up. You walked outside to where Connie’s car was and greeted her as she got out of the car. “Hey, Connie! He doesn’t know I’m here right?” you asked, wanting to make sure that you visiting Steve was still a surprise. “Of course! I would never ruin this kind of surprise!” You chuckled then got into the passenger seat of her car after you put your bags in the backseat and trunk of the car.

Once you guys arrived at Murphy's apartment, you walked inside with all your stuff, going to the extra bedroom that Connie and Steve had. Connie looked at you then spoke, “He’s not home, I think he’s at the office still. I can drop you off there, if you’d like?” You looked at her then smiled softly, “Can you at least come with me, so people think I don’t look suspicious?” She nodded, “Of course!” You smiled softly at her again. You both walked back to the car and got in.

When you guys arrived at Steve’s job, you guys got out of the car and walked into the office building. Connie started introducing you as one of hers and Steve’s friends, which was true, then she took you to Steve’s office that he had shared with, you’re guessing his work partner, Javier Peña. When you first saw Javier, you thought he was really attractive. When Javier first saw you, he couldn’t stop thinking about you from that day forward.

Skip to a couple days later, Javier always noticed you were always on Steve, which caused him to be really jealous. You always noticed this once he confessed his feelings for you two days earlier which was also the day you confessed to him as well. You guys never made it official since you both knew that you were only visiting. Javier couldn’t handle it anymore when he saw you have your hands on Steve.

You were in Steve’s and Javier’s office waiting for Javier to finish up. Steve had finished a while ago, but you stayed behind to keep Javier company, so Javier took this opportunity to officially claim you. You were sitting on Javier’s desk when you felt Javier’s hand on your thigh. You looked at him and bit your lip softly, “Javi..” you said as you felt your pants tighten as you were getting turned on from Javier’s action. Javier looked up at you and smirked, “What, baby~?” he said as he stood up and ran his hand up more towards your erection.

You couldn’t help but pull Javier into a kiss. You felt him kiss back roughly and hungrily, so you started kissing back the same way. You then tugged on his shirt, which caused him to take it off. You then felt him tug at your shirt as well so you decided to take it off for him as well. Javier started kissing you jawline, down to your neck, leaving marks. You then moaned softly into his ear which caused him to put a hand on your pants and unbutton them. You then stood up so he could pull them down, along with your boxers.

He then wrapped his hand around your cock, which caused you to moan in his ear, “Javier..please..~” He chuckled a little then looked at you, “What, baby~? Tell me what you want~” “N-Need you to f-fuck me.” When you told him that, he smirked then turned you around to bend you over his desk. Javier then puts his fingers in your mouth to wet them. After you basically soak his fingers, he puts on of them in you to prep your for his cock.

As you felt his finger open you up, you moaned loudly because of how much he stretched you with only his fingers. Once you were prepped, he lined his cock up with your entrance, putting the tip in. As you felt this, you moaned loudly, “More, p-please~..!” He smirked then pushed himself inside you slowly. He then bottomed out from how tight you were around him. “Oh~ fuuck~!” Javier moaned out. He then reached in front of you and grabbed your cock and jerked you off, so you can cum from the pleasure that he was giving you.

You then felt a knot in your stomach then moaned, “I’m close, J-Javi..~!” He then groaned then spoke, “Me too, baby~” “Cum in me, baby, please~..!” As he heard those words, that's exactly what he did. As you felt him cum in you, you clenched around his length. “Fuuuck~!” He said as groaned and felt you tighten around him. Javier then pulled out slowly then sat down on his chair. He then pulled you into his lap, making you cuddle into his chest.

[charlywrites]

Requested by anon

Request; could you write something with max v and the reader with them struggling with long distance due to him traveling and her being a students? lots of angst with fluff ending with maybe him surprising her or other way around?? thanks bestie ur writing is elite

Warnings; long distance relationship, angst, overworking, reader forgetting to eat.

I hate to do that but since I thrive of praises and attentions, please when you like a fic, just a little comment in my inbox would make my whole day (or a reblog with tags). <3

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From the very beginning, you knew it was going to be complicated, Max had an extremely busy life while you had a student life which forced you to stay in your city most of the times. And it turned out to be even harder than you thought it would be.

That’s why at first, even if Max and you clicked right away, you pushed him away when he confessed his feelings for you, telling him that you didn’t feel the same way when you both knew it wasn’t the truth- eventually, he convinced you to give you a chance, that your relationship would work out.

Sometimes, when the days were hard and you felt lonely at night, as you were wrapped in one of your boyfriend’s sweater, hugging yourself as no one was there to do so, you’d end up asking yourself if your relationship with Max was worth it.

You hated how hard and easily you had fallen for him, the way he cared about you, how he would always try to bring a smile on your face- no matter how hard it would get, you wouldn’t be able to imagine a life without him anymore.

Max was doing his best to make it easier for you, he would text you and send in voice messages too when he couldn’t FaceTime you- for you, it was the hardest, seeing his face and talking to him without his actual presence.

He asked multiple times to come over during one of his Grand-Prix weekends, but you never could as you were drowning in some many homeworks for university. You wanted to join him and give him your full support but you just couldn’t at the moment.

You hoped that once this school year was over, it would get better, that you’d have more free time to travel with Max. You weren’t sure how long the relationship would work out with so much distance, but you’d keep holding onto the hope of seeing him more after this year.

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It was another one of those evenings you despised the most, those where you couldn’t catch a break with all the studies you had- you were sitting against the couch of your tiny living room, you had one of your books in hands while your laptop was sitting on the table.

What made this evening worse was that you hadn’t received any text from Max or even a call, which was very unusual. Maybe he had forgotten, which saddened you although you could understand.

You were tired and your head was aching, maybe for one night, if you didn’t do all your works, it wouldn’t be too bad, it wouldn’t be impossible to catch up. Sighing, you let your head hang low, resting against your knees, your mind shut out for a minute until you heard a noise at the door.

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard a key getting in the door’s lock and unlocking it, no one had the key of your apartment besides Max but he was supposed to be thousand of miles away at the moment. You were scared to look at who entered your home until you heard his voice calling you, “ babe?”

Your head wasn’t playing a trick on you, your boyfriend was truly there and it was hard to believe it as you weren’t supposed to see each other for at least three more weeks, “ Max?”

“ Surprise?”

You couldn’t help but have a smile appears on your tired face, “ is that why you didn’t call or send texts?”

“ Yes, I couldn’t in the plane and since the ride here was short, I just directly came, better than a call, uh?”

You nodded, nothing could be better than seeing the love of your life in person after weeks with only seeing him through a screen. Max made his way through the few meters separating the two of you and kneeled next to you, leaning in to give you a kiss and a hug so tight you could have been suffocated.

Finally having his arms wrapped around you, having him back here with you was enough to bring you to tears, your voice was shaky when you told him how much you missed him, “ I missed you so much, Max.”

“ I know baby, I missed you so much too.”

“ How come you were given some time off?”

“ I didn’t give them a choice, we rescheduled some stuff so I could come here.”

It was sweet of Max to put you before his duties as a Formula One driver but it also made you feel guilty as hell, “ Max… you shouldn’t have come, I don’t want you to get in troubles because of me.”

“ You’re joking, right?” you weren’t sure how to react, so you let him continue as his right hand found your cheek, gently cupping it as his thumb stroked it, “ baby, I’m not blind, I know you didn’t want to tell me but I saw how down you had been feeling these days and how tired you are.”

“ It’s just my studies kicking my ass and I’ve been missing you so much.”

“ You deserve a break, sweetheart. Overworking yourself isn’t healthy,” Max sighed as his eyes looked down for a second, before looking back at you, a sudden sadness in his eyes, “ fuck, i hate that i’m always away and cannot take care of you like you deserve.”

“ Max, love, don’t feel bad because of me, I’m a grown woman I can take care of myself.”

“ I know you can but I also know you tend to forget about yourself, do you sleep enough? Do you drink enough water? Have you even eaten anything this evening?”

It was your turn to look at your feet, you couldn’t lie to Max and say that everything was alright, “ no, I forgot to eat tonight, and I’m pretty sure most students don’t get enough time to sleep.”

“ I don’t care about most students, I only care about you,” Max seemed to think for a minute before his face lighted up all of sudden, “ you know what, enough studies for tonight, I’m gonna cook you something and we’re going to cuddle and rest, alright?”

“ But I still have homework to do!”

“ You’re one of the smartest, most brilliant woman i’ve ever met, I’m sure resting for one night won’t change that.”

“ Do you even know how to cook?”

The silence following your question was enough to give you an answer but you were touched that Max was still willing to try, “ not really, but cooking pastas shouldn’t be too hard, we can add whatever you have to make it better, how does that sound?”

“ I guess that sounds great.”

Max smiled at your answer, he took the liberty to shut off your laptop after making sure your files were saved and piled up your books to clean the table. Once that was done, he helped you get up and headed to your kitchen, determined to make something edible for you tonight.

You wanted to help him even if it was just pasta as you didn’t want him to have travel from so far to just cook you a meal but he insisted for making it himself. Sighing, you sat on the tiny countertop of your kitchen and watched your boyfriend trying his best to make some pastas for you.

“ Next time we both have vacations I won’t leave your side for one minute, I’m literally going to suffocate you.”

That was the sentence that brought a laugh out of you, you liked what he was planning and you wouldn’t like anything else, “ I like the sound of that actually.”

[todoroki-waifu]

Todoroki x F! Reader

Warnings: Everyone is aged up appropriately! Mentions of alcohol and female reader.

Scenario: Drunk confessions.

Word Count: 773

Genre: Fluff

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"Happy birthday, Mina!" The entire class 1A was gathered at Hagakure's house, throwing a surprise party for the pink hero. It had been so long since everyone gathered together so it was nice seeing everyone at the same time. 

However, you were glad that you and Todoroki continued to see each other often even after graduating from UA. It was hard getting everyone to one location due to conflicting schedules. 

You always hung out with the half and half hero at least two or three times a week, especially on Fridays and weekends. You both would exchange texts frequently as well.

Todoroki wasn’t the only one you closely connected with after UA, but he was different. You had the biggest crush on your close friend. It was so hard to read him so you could never determine if he returned those feelings.  

Ah, if only you knew the truth.

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"You okay, Todoroki-kun?" The half and half hero directs his gaze towards his green haired friend.

"Ah, yes. Sorry, I was. . .distracted." He sips on his beverage, Midoriya looking towards where Todoroki was focused on. He sees you talking with Tsuyu, Uraraka, Aoyama, and Iida, most likely catching up with the four. He looks back at his friend after hearing him sigh quietly. Todoroki had his cup to his lips becoming distracted again by your laugh.

"You haven't told her yet, have you?" Midoriya asks, fully aware of his feelings for you.

"No, not yet. I'm not sure how to approach it nor am I sure of her feelings for me." Todoroki lowers his cup, his slightly sad gaze directed downwards.

"I-I'm sure she feels the same! You two are pretty close, huh? She's not really like that with anyone else. Besides, if she wasn't that comfortable with you, she would've said something."

"I suppose."

"But no pressure, Todoroki-kun! C'mon, let's just enjoy and see what everyone else is up to." Midoriya knew how madly in love both of you were with one another. 

He had been harboring this secret for quite some time and it has been killing him. He promised both of you to not say a word but it was so awkward being in the middle. He just wanted his two friends to be happy!

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A couple hours have passed by and you were enjoying everyone's company despite it being a little loud. But you didn't mind. It was filled with joy, laughter, and some good music.

You and Todoroki found yourselves in the kitchen, taking a celebratory shot with the birthday girl. Once she finishes her drink, she leaves to find Hagakure and Jirou.

"Oh boy, I'm gonna need a break." Todoroki hears you say and he glances over to you, seeing your face more flushed than usual. You had both your hands on your cheeks, feeling the heat radiating off your skin. He could also feel his own face increasing in temperature, but it was more due to how cute you looked rather than the alcohol.

Your adorable pout, the blush across your face, and the cute expressions you made in reaction to something made him weak. He diverted his thoughts back to your comment, not wanting to get caught staring.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, of course! I'm with Todoroki, Shouto, the best person in the whole, wide world and my biggest crush!"

"E-excuse me? Crush?"

"Mhm! I love Todoroki, Shouto! He's the sweetest, kindest, and most handsomest man I know. He's also really smart and an amazing hero. I love watching him fight, but I hate it at the same time because I get really sad when he gets hurt. But he's so cool when he goes whoosh with his right arm and them bop with his other. He's just so.. so perfect!" You giggled to yourself.

"Is he now? Sounds like a good guy."

"He's the greatest! But you can't tell anyone, okay?" You held up a finger on the tip of your nose and lips, trying to enforce how important that your secret stays quiet.

"Of course not. Your secret's safe with me." He chuckles, attempting to control the smile that was trying to stretch across his entire face. He then sees you fanning yourself and immediately grabs a cold water bottle from the fridge. He opens it for you and advises you to take a sip.

Once you were hydrated and the drunken fog was fading, you realized that your thoughts had escaped from your lips. As soon as Todoroki sees a mix of horror and realization in your eyes, he quickly leans close to your ear.

"Don't worry, I heard Todoroki loves you, too.”

[thewolvesof1998]

I want you to be selfish with me

I want you to be selfish with me (4.6k, M; Only because of the small amount of violence)

Angst and Fluff and love confessions; Buck called Eddie while drunk and Eddie ends up using some of his military training to save him.

Trigger Warnings: -Blood -Violence -Swearing -Panic Attack -Alcohol

When Eddie gets the call is 12.24 am. He’s lying awake in bed, trying to avoid spiralling but failing when his phone lights up, vibrating and blaring out the stupid song Buck had changed his ringtone to.

“So you know it's me calling.”

Eddie didn’t say that he always knew it was Buck calling even without the ringtone. Buck’s the only one that calls him this late at night, it's also the only time Buck calls since he prefers to text during the normal hours of the day.

Eddie sighs, dragging a hand over his face, looks like trying and failing to fall asleep is going to have to wait. His other hand reaches for his phone, answering.

“Buck,” He says, he can hear a lot of background noise, voices and music, so it’s not an ‘I woke up from a nightmare and I needed to make sure you're still alive’ call.

“Eddie,” Buck slurs, drunk, “Eds, Eds, did I wake you?”

“No, where are you?”

“I was out…with Chim and Hen, they had to leave,” Eddie can hear the pout on his face, “they have someone to go home to,” it is so quiet that Eddie’s pretty sure Buck didn’t mean to say that part out loud.

It makes his heart clench painfully, makes him want to say something stupid like you have me, instead, Eddie says, “Let me come get you.”

“No, Eds, it’s fine, I’m-I’m finnnneeee, I was just calling to-to-”

“Buck,” Eddie sighs, “Let me come get you, I want to make sure you’re safe.”

“Okay,” Buck breathes, “okay, I-I’m at Mal’s the one on-”

“Hill Street, okay I’ll be there in fifteen”

“Eddie…Thanks”

For you, always, “I’ll see you soon,” As soon as the words are out of Eddie’s mouth, he’s hanging up, climbing out of bed and swapping his cut-off joggers for jeans and pulling an oversized LAFD hoodie on, that he might have stolen from Buck not that he would ever admit that to anyone.

He grabs his phone, wallet and keys, shoves his feet in his boots and heads out the door, thankful that Christopher is at a sleepover with some school friends tonight so Eddie doesn’t have to rush back.

Eddie drives with the low hum of the radio and finger tapping impatiently on the steering wheel. Cursing that there's still too much traffic even this late in the night. Reasonably he knows Buck will be okay, that doesn’t stop him from worrying. Buck could have gotten an Uber home, but instead, he had called Eddie, something wasn’t right. As Christopher would say, his spider sense is tingling, Buck had brought him a Spiderman comic last month and it was his new obsession.

Eddie pulls into an empty parking spot around the corner from the bar and is out of the car as quickly as possible. He dodges around the drunk people milling about outside and pushes into the semi-packed bar. His eyes scan the room, finding Buck easily enough through the crowds. Buck’s leaning against the bar, all long legs and muscles straining against the seams of his maroon button-up. He's turned, talking to the guy next to him but leaning away as far as possible.

See the thing with having been Buck’s best friend for as many years as Eddie has, he knows all of Buck’s looks. The childish glee when he gets to use saws and jaws at work. The shy, nervous chin dip and eyes looking at you through eyelashes. The face when he’s gassy as he joked to a Chim once. So Eddie knows the look on Buck’s face right now -the strained polite smile, clenched jaw and eyes darting around looking for an out- Buck’s uncomfortable but he’s too polite to say anything.

Eddie watches as the guy places a hand on Buck’s arm, leaning into his personal space and how Buck casually withdraws his arm and leans even further back with a fake laugh. Eddie grinds his teeth and starts making his way over to Buck. He's not far away when Buck notices him, his whole face lighting up and a true smile spreading across his drunk flushed cheeks.

“Eddie!” Buck shouts over the crowd, his arm goes around Eddie’s shoulders and pulls him into a hug that lasts longer than normal. When they pull back Buck’s hand is still on his shoulder, and Eddie indulges himself with a hand on Buck's lower back, telling himself that it’s to help him stay upright.

“This is my e-uh ride,” Buck says to the man and Eddie takes him in for the first time. He looks to be in his mid to late thirties, similar in height to Eddie but much wider, wider than even Buck. Tattooed and kinda mean looking, like some of the guys he serves with. His lips are pinched in annoyance, his eyes flickering down to Buck’s hand that he still hasn’t withdrawn.

“Ah shucks and we were just getting to know each other, maybe we could continue that somewhere private?” The guy asks

Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the red tips of Buck’s ears as he chuckles nervously, “ah well I-I-“ Buck stutters.

Eddie does something stupid, he’ll regret it tomorrow when he can’t scrub the memory of it out of his brain but right now he’s seeing red. This guy is ignoring how uncomfortable he’s making Buck and Eddie already didn’t like him for putting a hand on Buck but now he despises him. Eddie moves his hand from its place on Buck’s back to wrap around his hip and squeezes it.

He leans in, places a kiss on the hinge of Buck’s jaw and says loud enough for the guy to hear, “Let’s go home, Cariño.”

He’s so close that he can hear Buck’s sharp intake of breath. Buck’s hand spasms where is still laying on Eddie, gripping his hoodie firmly before letting it go.

“Yes,” He breathes, and clears his throat, “ah yeah yes let's go…home.”

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[blackwolfstabs]

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 24

CONFESSION

"He was responsible for this just as much as she was."

AU: Anika survived her attack in Scream VI :)

Tara spent hours pacing in her bedroom, watching time go by and fighting her fluctuating anxiety that had her fetching her inhaler more than she should, especially now, since… 

No, stop thinking about it. 

That was the problem, and she had two ways to handle it right now. She could either try to talk about it or try to sleep and forget about it. However, it was pretty fucking clear which one was promised to fail.

She didn’t want to do this… She really didn’t. She didn’t mean for it to happen anyway. Neither of them did. One thing just led to another and…

Fuck.

She pulled her phone up from clutching it at her side. The screen lit up to glow the time and a thread of unanswered text messages from Chad.

11:24 PM.

She couldn’t read through the texts. There were at least 20, and they had stopped around 7:00 that night. When she hadn’t answered, he had texted Sam, who’d told him that she was okay, home, and doing homework so her phone was on Do Not Disturb. Tara had been the one to tell her she was doing homework, but that wasn’t the truth. She lied. Because she couldn’t focus on anything but the thoughts running a thousand miles per minute in her head.

The ones she had to get out.

She navigated to the Discord app, where she could find an immediate answer if who she needed to talk to was still awake. Discord was where she and her classmates kept in touch with assignments and questions and whatnot. It was the quickest way to get a response from someone, because there was always someone online, no matter what time of day.

Luck was finally on her side tonight. She found the green status symbol alive next to Mindy’s icon, leading her to immediately go to her DMs.

‘hey are u busy? there’s something i need to talk to u about’

Her heart was pounding, as if it was already set-in-stone that she would be spilling her anxiety to someone else. It wasn’t. Mindy may not be available. She could easily change her mind and say ‘nevermind. it’s nothing. sorry for bothering u’. But something kept her staring at the screen long enough to see Mindy start typing a response and then it coming through, reading:

‘What’s up??’

For a moment, Tara felt nauseous, her legs shaking as she bit her lip. 

‘um i’d rather talk to u in person. . . can i come over? if not, it’s ok. it can wait’

She knew she shouldn’t, but she had to add that last part as a final attempt to possibly get herself out of it. If Mindy said no, then it technically wasn’t her decision and she’d be forced to not tell anyone right now… right? 

But her luck vanished in a second.

‘yeah sure. Chad’s already asleep so he won’t bother us, but Anika’s still here. We can go to my room to talk if you want.’

Now, there was no backing out. It was a relief that Chad was promised to stay out of the picture, but now that it was mentioned, she didn’t think having Anika there would be a problem. In fact, it might make things easier with how compassionate and easy-going she was. So, she quickly replied.

‘no it’s fine, she can stay. i don’t mind talking with both of u’

‘Cool then come on over. I’ll unlock the door.’

‘kk’

Tara took another breath through her inhaler, before shoving it in her pocket and leaving her room. She gave Sam’s door a look as she passed, making sure that no light was detected from beneath it, before continuing to the front door. All she could hope for now was that Sam was in a deep enough sleep to not recognize the unlocking and re-locking of the locks, nor wake up to find her gone before she could return. She didn’t intend to make this conversation very long, because she was exhausted and would rather be alone. She just hoped Mindy and Anika wouldn’t drag it out any more than need-be. Well… she was confident that Anika wouldn’t, but Mindy was unpredictable.

Once she got to the Meeks-Martins’ apartment and went inside, she became really nauseous. Mindy had left for a brief moment, but Anika had gotten them all some water and was setting the cups down on the table. Tara swayed a little, bringing a ginger hand up to her stomach with a small whimper.

She should’ve waited until the morning to do this, when nothing was in her stomach. She hadn’t even wanted to eat dinner but forced herself to anyway, so Sam wouldn’t suspect anything was wrong with her. After all, her appetite had increased, once she started going to therapy and had been on different anxiety and depression medication. Sam was sure to get suspicious if she didn’t eat anything at all.

Anika heard her weak noise and looked over to find her holding her stomach. “Are you okay, Tara?” she asked.

The younger took a deep breath. “Erm… I-I think I just wanna go home… my stomach’s upset…” she replied, her legs starting to tremble again.

But this only made the other more concerned as she came over to her. “Okay, well, why don’t you sit down for a minute first? See if it feels better?” She kept a soft hand on her back and guided her to the nearest chair, before pushing one of the water cups up to her. “Here, take a few sips.”

When Tara sat down, her leg immediately started bouncing in that infamously anxious way it did when she felt that staying still was like the calm before the storm. That was something she and and Sam had in common— 

Sam…

She swore she couldn’t tell Sam what was going on, but it was hard not to want her around when she was this anxious. Just her sister’s presence was comforting, and if she were able to trust her with the truth, then she knew she would be able to be comforted the way she liked. But she just didn’t know…

She took a small sip of her water and a deep breath. Sitting down after shaking and pacing for so long actually seemed to take the edge off of her nervousness. It was a relief that made her realize just how much her feet were tired of bearing the pressure too.

“Is Sam not home?” Anika asked, knowing that Tara’s older sister was the first to know everything going on with her, ever since they eradicated the Kirsch family. Plus, whenever she was anxious like this, she always stayed close to Sam for comfort and security.

Carpenter set her cup down, shaking her head, “No, she’s home, just asleep.”

Right then, Mindy came back in, interjecting her apologies for her delay. “Sorry, I was catching up on some instructions for that paper that’s due next week.”

While Tara stayed quiet, Anika mentioned, “It’s fine. She just got really nauseous, so we haven’t talked much.”

But this made Mindy’s expression immediately switch to showing concern with underlying suspicion. If someone said they needed to talk and then became nauseous when they were given the opportunity to share, it was usually something that was risky. “It’s alright, take your time,” she assured, while she took a seat next to her girlfriend. “Is this your first time talking about whatever it is you need to talk about?”

Tara nodded without hesitation. She really wanted to just get it over with, blurt it out, and get all of the questions and awkward, judging moments of silence over with. “I… I just…” She paused to sigh again, trying to calm the waves of anxiety teasing her queasy stomach. “I’m just scared, because I don’t even know how to process it…” she whimpered.

“Well, let’s not worry about processing right now.” Anika reached her hand out to place it on Tara’s fidgeting hands. She then ran her thumb soothingly over her skin, “You can say whatever you wanna say, when you wanna say it.”

Beside her, Meeks-Martin nodded, “Yeah, whatever it is, it’s safe with us. Ring of Fire.”

‘Yeah, for now,’ Tara thought. It would be impossible to keep things a secret in the next coming weeks. She was already starting to feel the differences, which almost scared her more than telling someone, because she knew she’d be facing it all alone. She shifted in her seat and shrugged her shoulders, while giving a nervous glance down the hall… where the bedrooms were.

“Chad’s not going to come in, trust me,” Mindy promised, “Besides, even if he did, we’ll just tell him it’s girl stuff and he’ll go away.”

“N-no, that’s…” She couldn’t help but avoid all eye contact as she dropped her eyes to her lap. “It, uh… involves him actually…” This was where it got real. Unexpected tears suddenly rushed into her eyes, her chest feeling hot, while her throat started to close up.

The couple observing exchanged a glance, noticing her change in demeanor instantly. However, the longer they sat there, the more emotional Tara seemed to get.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Tara,” Anika rushed to calm her, getting up from her seat, when she saw the youngest’s figure shudder with a small sob. She knelt down next to her and wiped the tears that had started to fall.

But this just made Tara feel even more helpless as she drew her arms away from resting on the table-top to hug her torso, spine curving outward to hang her head further. “N-no, it’s not okay!” she cried, her voice pitched and whimper-like in trying to keep quiet.

“Yes, it is, T,” Mindy instantly told her, moving away from the table as well to go help comfort her. She came around and took the chair right next to her. “It is okay. Whatever it is, we can fix it or we can help you through it,” she soothed, gently beginning to rub her back in small circles. “Is this a coming-out thing?” She asked this, on account that what she was hiding concerned Chad and she hadn’t discussed it with Sam first, which was very weird for her. With how emotional she was becoming, it might suggest her having to break his heart, if hers no longer beat in the same direction.

However, Carpenter shook her head. “Mm— No…” She loved Chad. She loved him so much, which was why this was so hard. She didn’t know how he’d take it, because she didn’t even know how she could take it. There were options, of course, but it wasn’t just up to her. 

He was responsible for this just as much as she was.

“Tara.”

She glanced up with watery eyes to find Anika’s calm and comforting ones blinking back at her. 

“Take a deep breath… and tell us what you need to say.”

This was it. The point of no return. Tara closed her eyes, swallowed back the accumulated drainage clogging her esophagus, and took a deep breath. She felt Anika’s touch on her leg begin to pet her in a similar motion that Mindy was performing on her upper back. Her stomach twinged, which made her loosen her arms’ tight hold on it. She didn’t dare open her eyes. 

“I’m pregnant.”

All my best! ♡ - parker

[moirasdolly]

Digitally Yours, Moira x Fem!Reader ⊂⊂ ౨・)

Synopsis: Feeling more confident in the way you and Moira’s relationship had been going, you request a facetime date with her. She obliges, of course, and you set a time and a day. It was the only thing occupying your mind for the entire week.

Contains: NSFW, implied plus size reader, age gap, face sitting, vaginal fingering, etc,… moira is a bit freaky (in a good way)

Listening to ♪ ིྀ: Surprise - Chlöe

Chapters: 1 2

𐙚 Chapter 2: Sweet Dreams

Chats between you and the woman you had met on one of your impromptu streams had been continuing for a few months now, and you couldn’t be more happy talking to her. The parts of your day where you finally got to drop everything and text her were what you looked forward to the most. You had even exchanged phone numbers instead of using the streaming website to communicate. Of course the site wasn’t completely abandoned though. Some nights when the both of you were feeling particularly needy, you would set up a private stream just for the two of you. You dressed up for her, and she repaid you with praise and large sums of money. That’s how your “relationship” was at the moment, but you wanted more.

You lay sprawled out on your bed, your hair splayed all over your pillow as you angle your camera above you to show your face and the top of the sweet little gingham bra you wore for her tonight. “Moira…” you whine “I have an idea, I’m not sure if you’ll like it though…” You trail off softly.

Doctorsorders: I’m listening, sweetheart. Use your words you know I’ll do everything I can to make you happy.

Your heart flutters at her declaration to protect your happiness, and for a moment you can’t help but think that maybe she also felt the same way about you. It had only been a few months since you started talking regularly, but you knew you were developing feelings for the older woman.

You look to the side, contemplating if you should make the request or not, but her earlier words gave you the confidence to go ahead. Your eyes meet the camera once more before proposing your idea, “Would you maybe like to FaceTime with me? I would love to see your face… hear your voice.” Your eyes were practically pleading for her to say yes. A moment goes by without any word from Moira and you’re afraid you had scared her off, “I’m sorry if I overstepped, I just thought maybe we were at that stage.” You hesitated before finally you saw a message pop up from her.

Doctorsorders: My sweetheart, of course you didn’t overstep. In fact I’d be more than happy to set up a video call with you.

Doctorsorders: Maybe we could even discuss meeting in person as well, my doll.

A smile graces your lips almost immediately, and you squeal in joy. A million thoughts of what you should wear, how to do your makeup, and how to do your hair ran through your mind after she had agreed to reveal herself to you. “I’m sure you’re the most attractive woman I’ll ever see.” You tease her with a quiet giggle.

Doctorsorders: If you’re looking for the most attractive woman you’ll ever lay your eyes on I suggest taking a look in the nearest mirror. Look at your beautiful, plush curves, your perfectly soft stomach, and those sweet thighs of yours.

Doctorsorders: Oh how I’d love to open those thighs up and make you sing a chorus of lewd little mewls. I’d make you unable to say anything but broken cries of my name.

You press your thighs together at the thought of Moira pleasuring you, you bet her fingers were perfectly lithe and long, and her tongue thick and dexterous. You could just imagine all the things she’d do to you when you met. Another comment from her snapped you out of your daze and you’re embarrassed with how under her spell you had become.

Doctorsorders: My doll, I can practically see the cogs in your mind turning. What is it that's occupying your thoughts so intensely?

“I’m just thinking about how badly I want to see you, speak to you, have you hold me.” You confess. “I need you so badly.” You feel heat rush in between your thighs, you were already getting worked up over the prospect of meeting her.

Doctorsorders: Oh darling… my needy girl. What do you say we schedule a call for this upcoming Friday night. In only two days you’ll be able to see me. How does that sound?

A hum of agreement emerges from your throat almost immediately as you nod your head frantically. “That's all I’ll be thinking about until then.” You admit as you sit up on your bed and set your camera back on the stand.

Doctorsorders: Perfect, mo stór. I will spend every moment, every second of my days until Friday thinking about your sweet little face. You’re so perfect. I never want to end our time together, but unfortunately it is late, and I have early lab work that is calling my name for tomorrow.

Doctorsorders: Goodnight, mo stór. I expect you to get a full night of sleep. I’ll be in touch in the morning to ensure you had nice dreams. Sleep tight, doll.

Your eyes flit across the screen and you hang on to every word she tells you. You scoot forward until you’re close to the camera and give the lens a quick kiss. “Goodnight, Moira. You’ll be the very first person I message when I awaken.” You beam at the camera. “I don’t wanna leave…” A frown plays on your lips as you get ready to turn off the camera, but the sooner I sleep, the sooner tomorrow will come and then there will be just one more day ‘til we can talk face to face!” You give her a small wave before shutting off the camera and falling back onto your bed. Shortly after ending the stream, your phone lights up from another goodnight message from Moira.

Moira ♡: Goodnight mo stór. Send me a picture before you sleep. I want to see your face in my dreams tonight.

You slipped into an oversized tshirt and comfortable panties before plopping down onto your bed and snapping a quick picture of yourself. Moira always loved the cuter side of you, so you decorated it with cute little bunny and heart emojis before sending it to her.

Me: [Image Attached]

Me: Goodnight, Moira! ♡

Moira ♡: Perfect, you look lovely darling. Sweet dreams.

And with that last message, the both of you drifted off into a deep sleep, both dreaming of each other.

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warning: oc throws up twice !

note: unedited :>

 Nam Joon is an asshole but at least he is self aware. 

Unlike most of his friends who often come off pretentious, he has always tried to protect his peace with his rude exterior. It’s not like he didn’t respect others... It was more because it was the easiest way to push people away. 

That’s exactly what he knew he’d have to do with you.

Meeting you, as brief as it was; changed his life forever. 

Prior to meeting you, he had never felt his heart be moved. Not by beauty or by flowery words; but by a person’s simple smile and aura. It was you that moved him deeply. So much so that his feet felt like they were floating above the ground and if he didn’t act out to save himself from being too in his head; he’d be done for. 

If Nam Joon wasn’t so self aware; he would have confessed so long ago. Instead, he waited. Instead, he continued to be that annoying, smart-ass that you’d look for in friendgroup hangouts. He’d remain that friend you’d want approval from because he kept you humble. 

Yet, maybe humble is an understatement. 

Sometimes, his comments did go too far. Sometimes, he did make you feel dumb. But it never hurt your ego to the point where you’d hate him. No, it just felt like a middle school love affair. Like he was the boy that pulled your hair just to get you upset. Like he wanted you to cry only for him to comfort you instantly. 

It’s immature. 

It’s toxic. 

It’s Nam Joon.

Your expectations of him have always been low. He’s always been the kind to shy away from events, but everyone would want him there because if he showed up... It’d be valid. Having him tutor you has to be one of your smarter moves as it seems to be working well for you two. Nam Joon, aside from texting, has awfully been decently pleasant... It’s as good as it can get. 

The first time you two slept together was out of pure boredom. You were over at Jungkook’s and he happened to be there with the others. Everyone was busy playing games or cooking, meanwhile you and Nam Joon got buzzed. From there, he let a few words slip out of his mouth that led to you letting him slip his dick inside you. 

“It’s fucking irritating,” he sighed. 

“What is?” you nudged him, in attempt to pry for more of his words. He turned to you and looked at you deeply. It made your heart flutter from what you can remember. 

With shaky eyes, he exhaled; “how pretty you are. How bad I want you. How... You’re just... Everything. I think you’re perfect.”

To be frank, that night went by fast. You two scrambled to a bedroom upstairs, hit it and quit it. You two went back downstairs to join everyone after an hour and pretended like nothing ever happened. For a few weeks he avoided you and you brushed it off. Suddenly, then all at once, he acted normal again and so did you. 

Tonight, to Nam Joon, reminds him a lot of the first time you two slept together. 

Partly because the same people were around and partly because you look just as beautiful as that night. As he finds you sitting in the corner with your knees to your chest, he feels it again.

His heart moves and his feet float above the ground. 

He doesn’t know how he manages to get through the crowd and get to you. He just does. When he does, he crouches in front of you. 

Poking you, he begins to nag. “What are you doing here, dummy? You might get stepped on. Let’s go—”

“Arghhh,” you groan, pushing him away. He catches your wrists and holds you still. Lifting your head up, you greet him with a tired smile. “You?”

“Me,” he confirms with a soft tone. “Sorry to disappoint you.”

You shake your head profusely. “I’m happy you’re here.”

“You are?”

“Mhmm,” you gulp. “Hobi’s been ignoring me. I waved at him then he smiled and looked away. I drank like four of these, by the way!” 

Nam Joon’s eyes flicker to the empty red cups around you. He thinks to himself, shit. Of course Hobi would ignore you right now. You’re practically wasted and he’d actually die if his reputation was tainted with someone who was an inch short of perfection. 

Before Nam Joon can say anything, your body suddenly leans forward and crashes against his. Though he’s a little startled, he wraps his arms around you to hold you up. Your body slumps as your head continues to spin. 

“I need to throw up,” you choke. “I’m sorry.”

Nam Joon shakes his head, tucking your hair behind your ears. “Don’t be sorry, it’s okay. I’m here, ___. I’ll take care of you.”

Nam Joon finds a bathroom for you and locks the doors as you kneel in front of the toilet. You begin to gag and as soon as the fluids come up, Nam Joon rushes to your side and holds your hair back.

He pats your back and looks away. In all honesty, he’s not grossed out. Throw up is throw up. It’s simple biology and he would rather that you throw up than for you to feel sick for the rest of the night and possibly tomorrow morning. 

As you finish up, you catch your breath and groan. After flushing, Nam Joon hands you toilet paper to wipe around your mouth. You sit still, eyes teary and lips puffy from everything. 

“Why are you being so nice to me? You’re usually meaner than this.”

Your curiosity gets the best of you. Leaning against the bathtub, you throw your head back and just stare at the ceiling. Partly to compose yourself and partly to avoid Nam Joon’s eyes. For some reason, it feels like you could cry.

“I’m always nice to you.”

You snort at his reply. 

“Where’s Hobi?”

“Avoiding you.”

You plop yourself up and glare at him. “See? Mean.”

Nam Joon chuckles and takes a seat next to you. You shift, making space for him. He points below your chin and out of instinct, you look down. He lifts his finger and tilts your chin up and grins. 

“Dummy.”

You roll your eyes, finding it hard to believe that you fell for that! 

“Why are you here?” you ask him. “It’s not like I’m in the mood to fuck and it’s not like you’re Hobi’s servant. What gives?”

He shrugs. “Can’t I just be a friend?”

Your eyes widen. “You are a friend! Just not... This kind.”

Nam Joon pouts at you. “I literally held your hair back while you threw up two days worth of food. Can’t you at least say thank you?”

“Thank you,” you snicker. “Thank you for being a decent friend for once.”

He salutes you. “Never again.”

With that, you both let out a light laugh. When it dies down, you let out a big sigh. “Okay, for real... What do you want, Nam Joon?”

Then, for the first time in a while, he really looks at you. He looks at you and it feels like he could get lost in your glossy eyes. He bites his bottom lip from letting any secrets spill out. He curls his hands into a fist and then relaxes them. Nam Joon feels the tightness in his chest increase but decides to digress. 

Tonight isn’t the night. 

Right now isn’t the moment. 

Perhaps, another time. Perhaps then, he’d tell you the truth. For now, he puts his heart aside and puts you first. 

“Nothing.”

You groan, not buying his bullshit. “What is it? You want me to tell you that you were right?”

He looks at you confused. 

“Right about what?” he questions, completely lost. 

You roll your eyes and cross your arms. “Even though Hobi ditched me tonight and left me with you, he was still trying to look out for me. Therefore, he’d be a good boyfriend, right?”

Nam Joon instantly feels hurt. It feels like you just disregarded his efforts for the sole purpose of saving Hobi’s face. He can’t hold his words back; “Hobi ditches you and you still think he’d be a good boyfriend?”

You shrug, “I don’t know.”

“What about me, then?” Nam Joon almost chokes on his own words. Too late to take them back, he presses forward; “___, I’m the one that held your hair back. I’m the one here with you. Do you still think the same? Do you still think I’d be an awful boyfriend?”

“I think I... Uh, Nam Joon—”

“—It’s yes or no, ___.”

You gulp, feeling a lump in your throat form. The uneasy feeling kicks in and you cover your mouth. Hurriedly, you cry; “... I have to throw up again.”

As Nam Joon holds your hair back for the second time tonight, he wonders if he’s that bad. He wonders if maybe he had distanced himself a little too far from you. He wonders if he pulls you closer from this moment on... Could you be his soon? Even throwing up and making excuses for his reputation sensitive friend—you’re perfect. 

You’re simply everything. 

It’s then that Nam Joon begins to feel sick himself.