thedarkqueenofavalon

[thedarkqueenofavalon]

sweet jesus i need people to write fics like this for bob more often oh my god

Anything For You

Robert 'Bob' Floyd x reader

Warnings: Oh, lawdy. Where do I begin? mentions of alcohol, kissing, fluff, SMUT! oral (f and m receiving), fingering, slightly dom!Bob, unprotected sex, rough sex, breeding kink, cream pie and... I think that's it?

Notes: Shout out to @green-socks and @maggiescarborough for looking this over. It was a huge help 💜

And thanks to @a-reader-and-a-writer for lending me her dividers 💜

And thanks to @serpentssss for the amazing ask 💕

Words: 3.1K

You’d been with Bob for a little over two years and despite him being away for some of that time, it had been the best years of your life. You could honestly say you’ve never loved anyone like you love Bob and you knew he felt the same. He never missed an opportunity to tell you that, and everything was easy with him. Like it was meant to be.

So when he one day asked if you wanted to move in with him, you said yes even before he finished his sentence. And that’s how you found yourself here in the middle of your housewarming party. Bob had invited some of his Top Gun buddies and you had invited the friends you knew would fly here. Already feeling like a navy wife, you had to move away from home for Bob, but you didn’t mind, you’d follow him anywhere.

The night had been full of drinks, karaoke (where Rooster had laid claim on the mic) and lots of dancing. Bob would often find you and give you sweet kisses, before returning to his buddies. But he always kept you close, smiling every time you caught his eye. He was happier than you’d ever seen him before. And so were you.

Later you escape the warmth of the living room, joining Laila in the cool night air out on the terrace. Sipping on your drinks, you catch up on everything that has happened with her since you moved away. But it doesn’t take long before she turns her attention back to you.

“Tell me everything. How are things with you and Bob?”

“Everything is good. I’m seriously on cloud nine. I’m so happy.” You pause, smiling wide from ear to ear. “Bob is amazing. The sweetest and most caring guy I’ve ever met. I love him so much.”

“But…?”

You look up, only to find her leaning forward with a raised eyebrow. Fidgeting with the label on your bottle, you just shrug and try to seem indifferent, when you look back into her eyes.

“No buts. Everything is great.”

She just gives you a knowing look, coaxing you to tell more. Damn, she knows you too well and could always spot if there was anything remotely wrong. You really shouldn’t say anything, because it really wasn’t a problem, was it?

“Well, I… Okay, it’s… No, I can’t say that.”

“Come on, sweetie. What is it?”

You almost feel ashamed that you’ve made it seem like there’s a problem. Especially since you should have just talked to Bob about it instead. But he is so sweet and you’re afraid he won’t understand. 

“Okay. It’s… sexual. But before I tell you, I’ll let you know that the sex is great, just so you don’t get any ideas.”

She just nods, ready to listen. You sigh heavily, before turning towards her.

“Okay, so… The problem is that--- Maybe he’s too nice?” you pause, cringing at the way you sound. “Sometimes I just wish he could be a little rougher. Be a little more dominating, take charge. He is so sweet and always makes sure I’m satisfied, but I wish that he just once took charge and… Hell, he doesn’t even have to make me come if he could just grab me by the throat or something. Just once.”

She just nods, knowing exactly what you mean. Your ex was the polar opposite of Bob personality wise, but the sex had been mind-blowing. You love that Bob is a lover, but sometimes you wish he could just be rougher with you. 

Feeling silly over the whole thing, you quickly tell Laila not to say anything and keep quiet. Bob doesn’t need to know about this, cause really, you are happy and would hate if he got hurt over this. Laila gets up and holds out her hand.

“Wanna come back inside with me?”

“In a few. It’s hot as hell in there.”

You give her hand a little squeeze, before she walks to the door. When she steps over the threshold, she almost bumps into Bob. Wide eyed and fidgeting with the little straw in his cup, Laila has no doubt that Bob heard every word.

A few hours later, the guests are gone and you’re standing in the mess they left. You loved them all, but man, they were messy. Looking towards the bedroom, you see the soft light seeping out between the door and the frame. Bob had already gone to bed as the last guest left. He had seemed a bit off the last couple of hours, but maybe Hangman had just forced him to do a shot. That always seemed to make him go under faster.

But to your surprise, Bob isn’t in the bed when you enter the bedroom. Sitting in the chair in the corner, he looks to the glass in his hand, the liquor swirling around softly. When you call his name, he doesn’t look up, just downs the shot, before putting the glass down next to a bottle of whiskey on the table. It’s not until then his eyes meet yours followed by a dark expression on his face.

“Bob? What's wrong?”

Pushing off the armrests, he stands and slowly makes his way over to you, his gaze intense. As he stops mere inches from you, he reaches up and cups your jaw, his thumb gently caressing the soft flesh of your cheek.

“Do you love me?”

Taken aback by his words, not knowing why he would ever ask you that question like this, it takes you a few seconds to answer. 

“Of course. You know I love you more than anything. Bob, wh-”

“Quiet.”

It’s not a request, but a straight up order. So you stop, hating how your body is reacting. You should be worried, wondering why Bob is acting weird, but the only thing on your mind is how his words and actions make your body quiver. 

“Get on your knees.”

“But Bob, what’s-”

“Get. On. Your. Knees. That’s an order.”

The heat is already pooling between your thighs as you slowly kneel in front of him. He hasn’t even touched you yet, but you can already feel how soaked you are. His thumb moves over your lower lip, and you feel his finger trembling slightly. 

“You know what I want you to do.”

Trembling at his words, you fumble with his belt, before slowly pulling down the zipper. Letting his pants fall to the ground, you see how his hard cock is, already straining against the fabric of his underwear. You hook your fingertips in the elastic of his boxer briefs and pull a little, looking up into his eyes. Bob is already breathing hard with anticipation, so you pull the briefs down and free his aching cock.

Your mouth is watering at the sight, wanting to suck him so bad, but you already know from his tone that Bob is calling the shots tonight, and you’re not going to risk having this whole thing stopped for doing anything before he tells you to.

“Like what you see, baby?” he pauses, almost sounding nervous, “Be a good girl and… suck my cock.”

You want to start off slow, tease him a little at first, but you can’t help yourself. You surge forward and lap at his cock, licking up his length before taking him into your mouth. 

You’re savoring the slow drag of his dick against your lips, saliva building up in the back of your mouth as you try to take more of it. You moan, deep and low in your throat, Bob’s dick muffling the sound. You moan out loud, and Bob does too. You could cry at how good this feels, wordlessly appreciating how perfect Bob’s cock feels against your tongue.

“So good for me. S-so good for me.”

Bob groans above you, his hand tightening in your hair even more, tipping over the edge of being painful. You whimper at the sensation, but you feel your pussy throb, too. You’re not one to shy away from a little pain with your pleasure.

Breaking away for air, you wrap your hand around him, before taking Bob in your mouth again, short bobs of your head, taking only half of his cock. You hollow out your cheeks and suck hard. He calls your name from above you and thrusts forward, nearly gagging you in the process. You get the hint to take as much of Bob as you can, closing the space between your hand and your lips as your throat loosens.

Bob startles you when he tugs your hair and drags you off his cock. He pulls you back so that you’re looking up at him. You let out a whimper at the sudden loss of contact, but the sight before you is a reward in itself. Bob, your gorgeous, sweet Bob, looks completely wrecked already, beautiful blue eyes blown wide and gazing down on you. Dirty blonde hair damp with sweat and clinging to his forehead.

Panting heavily, he looks into your eyes and wets his lips, before loosening the grip on your hair, but still holding you in place, mere inches from his aching cock.

“Do you know how much I love you?”

Nodding, you give him a soft yes, never breaking eye contact. His free hand runs through his damp locks as he swallows hard.

“I would do anything for you.”

The words hang in the air, the weight of them heavy. Anything for you. It suddenly hits you. He heard you and Laila talking, that’s why he’s doing this, pushing himself out of his comfort zone. He’s doing it for you. The realization makes your heart beat faster and without thinking, you get up and kiss him deeply. You savor the feeling of his lips against yours, positive you’ll never get tired of the softness of them. Bob lets out a small sigh and puts his hands behind your head to pull you closer. His mouth opens a little and he’s licking at your bottom lip, with a hint of teeth. You taste the whiskey on him, your tongue dancing over his.

Bob tugs at your hair again, pulling you away. His lips are already swollen and spit-slick, tempting you to kiss him again. But he holds you in place, as he leans in to whisper in your ear.

“I’m not done yet. Take your clothes off.”

Without question, you follow his order and start stripping down for him. You can feel his eyes burning into you as you slowly expose more skin. It’s funny. You’ve been naked countless times with Bob, but for the first time you truly feel naked, exposed. Once done, you stand there as his eyes roam your form, his eyes dark with lust.

“Get on the bed.”

Eyes never leaving his, you lay down on the bed. He walks up to you, his warm palms slowly running up your legs towards your wet core. You ache for him, dying for him to touch you, but he barely brushes past the small patch of curls before moving his hands down your thighs again. 

Slowly, he pushes your legs apart, spreading you open for him. Wetting his lips, he dives down between your legs and places a soft kiss on your mound, making you moan his name. He licks up your slit, tasting how needy you are for him, flicking his tongue at your clit.

“Fuck, Bob!”

He licks again, painfully slow, teasing you. When you whimper beneath him, he gives in and places his mouth on your clit and starts sucking. Looking down, you see him smirking against your folds.

Bob takes his time, licking, sucking and biting lightly at your clit. You buck against him, needing more, but he moves his hands to your hips, to keep you still. You are trashing under him, trying to get him to speed up, and you can see he’s loving the power he has over you.

“Lay still, sweetheart. Or I’ll stop.”

Biting your lip, you curse under your breath as you try to lay still for him. His mouth finds your core again, eating you like you were his last meal and with a final flick of his tongue, you come undone. As you cry out his name, Bob slides his fingers into you. Pumping his long digits in and out of your wet heat, he keeps you coming while working you open. Getting you ready for him.

The grip on your hip tightens, but you whimper desperately, so Bob doesn’t let go. Hoping it would bruise, hoping you’d later see the imprint of his fingers on your skin, showing that you’re his. Letting you remember what he did tonight.

You swallow, rolling against Bob again, showing how much you need him. Those beautiful eyes of his grow darker, blue irises almost entirely eclipsed by the black holes of his pupils.

You need him. Need him to kiss you until all you can taste is him. Need him inside you. Captivated you watch as he fists himself, giving his cock a few pumps. His muscles tighten with each pass of his fist, making you squirm under his gaze. If he didn’t do something soon, you were going to combust.

“Fuck me… please…”

And with that soft plea falling from your lips, Bob gives in and finally pushes into you. As he sheathes himself in you, inch by delicious inch, you moan out his name. The stretch of him burns, setting your entire body on fire. But you welcome the ache. Bob brings a hand up to gently stroke your hair. A gesture so tender, you fall apart. Caught between the mattress and the man you love. The man you never want to let go.

You close your eyes, whimpering as Bob pulls back and thrusts back into you slowly, spearing you open in the most delicious way. But it wasn’t enough. As if he heard your silent plea, he pulls out of you and both hands move to your hips to flip you over. Laying on your stomach, you feel his hands caress your thighs and ass before pulling you up, face down in the mattress and ass up in the air. He repositions himself behind you and sinks into you.

He pulls back just a little, before pushing back in with a deep groan. He does it again, painfully slow, letting you feel every inch of his cock. But soon he is rutting into you, his hand moving to your shoulder to hold you in place. His other hand grips your hip harder as he sets a punishing pace, his pelvis slapping against you with every thrust. This is unlike all the other times you’d been with Bob. This time he was possessive, needy. As if he couldn’t get you close enough.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so good!”

With each snap of his hips, he sends bolts of pleasure through your entire body, and it doesn’t take much for you to come again. Clamping down on his cock, you feel his pace falter for a second as he grips onto your hips, trying to steady himself. But he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, his pace soon relentless again.

His hands move up and grab you by the shoulder, pulling your back flush against his chest. One hand finds its way between your legs, skillfully playing with your clit, while the other closes around your neck. He kisses your neck, just below your ear, before he whispers through strained breath.

“Is this what you wanted?”

Thrusting hard into you, he makes you whimper, pulling the most sinful noises from you. You’re lost in the feeling of him, lost in the pleasure. Barely able to think, you can barely form a sentence.

“Y-yes… Fu-Oh, God. Please…”

Just as you feel the familiar tightening in the pit of your stomach, Bob pulls away from you. Wide eyed, you stare over your shoulder, begging for him to keep fucking you, to keep using you.

“Please don’t stop.”

“Don’t worry, baby. Lay down on your back.”

Eagerly you lay down, spread open for him. You don’t even care how needy you must look, how desperate. You want him to ruin you completely. He crawls between your legs and buries himself in you with one, hard trust. You whimper, already sore, but God, you want more. He grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“I want you to look me in the eyes when I come inside you.”

Snapping his hips, harder and faster, he keeps holding your gaze, his beautiful blue eyes gone, now completely black with lust. With each drag of his cock, he brings you closer to yet another earth shattering orgasm. His pace begins to falter again, the thrusts becoming irregular. He is so close, but he fights it.

“God, sweetheart. I-I wanna f-fill you with my cum.”

He stutters, his cock barely leaving your cunt, his thrusts shallow. Looking through heavy lids, he keeps looking into your eyes and he hits that sweet spot in you over and over. You’re so close.

“Fuck, I… I wanna p-put a baby in y-you.”

His name is all that leaves your lips like the sweetest prayer as you come, digging your nails into his shoulders. Bob buries his head in your neck, groaning as he fills you to the brim with his hot release. Thrusting a few more times, he kisses your neck softly, nipping at the tender flesh. You’re completely cock drunk, just lay there completely used with closed eyes.

Bob rolls onto his back and takes you with him, letting your head rest on his chest. Breathing still heavy, he kisses your forehead.

“I, ehm… I hope that was okay?”

Snorting, you hide your face in his chest, giggling like a schoolgirl. How he could even ask that is beyond you. You just look into his eyes, once again seeing your soft sweet Bob, and kiss him. 

“That was more than okay. I guess you heard me and Laila?”

He just nods and kisses you again.

“So… This is why you drank that whiskey?”

“Yeah, I… There’s no way I could have done this without any liquor.”

You both giggle softly, before Bob gently breaks away from you. Thinking he’s going for a cloth to clean up, you’re surprised when he pushes your legs together and shoves a pillow under your butt. Cocking your eyebrow at him, you make him smile, blushing to a deep red.

“Ehm, I… I meant the baby thing.”

Thank you so much for reading <3

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[thedarkqueenofavalon]

Now I can’t get Luke’s friends flirting with youngest!hughes out of my head… like I know me and my older brother fight all the time but the second one of his friends flirts all my brothers are ready to throw hands

ohh, i love this!! using ethan edwards and luke as the brother and bestie (should i make this a new au?)

you pulled a chair from the dining room, using it to climb up onto the table.

gripping the top of the fridge for support, you leaned over to grab a pack of pasta and a can of pasta sauce.

"don't fall, sweet cheeks."

ethan's voice caused to jump, nearly banging your head on the cupboard and almost dropping the pasta.

"ethan, you asshole," you muttered. "can't you see i'm in a dangerous position? stop being annoying."

"stop calling her sweet cheeks," luke added. "that's gross."

you rolled your eyes at the two boys' banter, climbing down from the countertop.

"here, let me help," ethan held out a hand, helping you climb off the counter, before putting away the chair you grabbed earlier.

"thank you, eddy," you smiled, before glaring at your brother. "unlike some people, those related to me by blood, you helped me out."

"anytime, sweets."

"okay, that's enough," luke said, quickly stepping in between you two. "none of that. not in here. y/n, leave the kitchen."

"what? no," you held up the packet of pasta. "i'm making my dinner. you leave."

"but-"

"you're the one who has a problem with ethan and i-"

"ethan and you?" jack repeated, entering the kitchen, pointing between the two of you. "is that a thing?"

"it's not-"

"-oh it's definitely a thing," ethan said, putting a hand over your shoulder.

"stop that, stop that," luke walked between the two of you, dragging a laughing ethan out of the room.

jack glared at him, following the duo to try and 'intimidate' ethan.

it wouldn't make a difference. ethan had been around too long, he was immune to their threats.

"are you making pasta?" quinn asked, entering the kitchen, shaking you out of your thoughts.

you nodded.

"okay cool. make me some."

"no."

"i want the sauce mixed with the pasta, not poured on top."

"do you want cheese too?"

"obviously," quinn said. he motioned to the door that luke and jack dragged ethan out of. "what's going on with those three?"

"ethan was being nice to me, and luke thought it was flirting, so the two dumb butts are trying to intimidate him," you summarized. "they're so stupid."

quinn nodded slowly, "on an unrelated note, i'll be back."

you watched him head towards the boys, sighing to yourself.

idiots, they were all idiots.

[thedarkqueenofavalon]

[thedarkqueenofavalon]

just saying

[thedarkqueenofavalon]

i love me some estapa

cowboy rule | mark estapa

word count: 3.1k

summary: The cowboy rule: You take the man’s cowboy hat and wear it, that means you gotta ride the cowboy. What happens if you don’t take Marks hat?

warnings: dumb mark (in a loving way), slight angst, drinking, swearing, make out scene at the end

note: i am incapable of writing a story without angst im sorry ahahaha. the cowboy rule is basically a secondary plot device but it’s fine. it’s also kinda sloppy because i’m sick and dying 🤣

College started off normal for you. You moved into the world's smallest dorm, a thought that passed through most freshmen's heads when they came face-to-face with their shared space. You met your roommate, dreading the possibility that she was going to be the most vile girl you had ever met, but she turned out to be one of the best people you knew. You become overwhelmed with your workload and wanted to die. Most importantly, you met a guy.

Mark Estapa was a boy you had met in your calculus II class after he had not so quietly asked you for the answers to the previous lectures homework. You had noticed him before that day, of course. It was impossible not to. He was, after all, the cutest boy you had seen on campus. Following that day, you had agreed to help him in class, and he convinced you to join his hockey team’s media crew. It wasn’t long after that you entered an intricate and complicated relationship with the hockey forward.

It started off as harmless flirting, teasing remarks, and longing stares. Then it turned into blatant flirting, sexual innuendos, and subtle, lingering touches. Before you knew it, the two of you found yourselves in an empty bathroom at some random party with his lips exploring parts of you that no one else had before. You’d expected to walk out of that bathroom and pretend it never happened, but then it happened again. And again. And again. Now, halfway through sophomore year, you were still entangled in the messy, sticky web that was your relationship with Mark.

“You coming,” Ethan’s voice rippled through your thoughts, his brow quirked in curiosity as he watched you bring yourself back to reality.

“To what,” You slightly pinched your brows together, dropping the hand that was previously picking at your lip.

“Party. The theme is like “this ain’t my first rodeo” or some shit like that, so we’re dressing up all country,” His voice was full of amusement, and a lot of excitement, “I hope there’s a mechanical bull.”

You sent Mark a sideways glance, who only gave a shrug in response. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, annoyed at his change of behavior over the last few days. He’d been acting distant, which typically wouldn’t bother you, but it came seemingly out of nowhere. You tried to not let it upset you, but it did. It upset you far more than you wanted to admit.

“I guess,” You mumbled, your eyes trained on your hands that were clasped in your lap.

Ethan glanced between you and Mark, letting out a quiet sigh at how stupid the both of you were. He’s known about you and Mark since the day it started, and he’s also known that it was more than the two of you let on. He could tell that Mark liked you by the way he was constantly looking at you when you were around, and the way he was always bringing you into the conversation when you weren’t. He also noticed the way you would linger on Mark with the media camera, and the way your face flushed when he would toss you a playful wink.

He’s not entirely sure what had his best friend pulling away from the girl he’s loved for the last year, but he was determined to not let him screw it up more than he already was. How? Ethan wasn’t sure, but he’s hopeful he’ll be able to come up with something by the time the party starts.

“Now ladies,” Dylan nodded his head towards you and the other girls, “Do not forget about the cowboy rule. What is the cowboy rule you might ask? If you take the cowboy hat and put it on your head, you ride the cowboy.”

“Yeehaw,” Luke let out, a cheeky smile forming on his face as everyone in the living room of soph house erupted into laughter at his dumb joke.

You had gone back to your shared apartment with your roommate a few hours later, barely speaking to Mark during that time period. You’d tried to talk to him after the group branched off into their own conversations, but he mumbled something incoherent and went up to his room. If it were a typical day, you’d have followed him up there, but it wasn’t, so you didn’t. Instead, you fell into conversation with Luke and Dylan as they discussed their cowboy outfit.

“He still being an ass,” Jillian asked as she peeked her head out of the shower, watching as you did your hair.

“That’s the thing,” You lowly chuckled, dropping the strand in between your fingers to look at her, “He isn’t even being an ass. He’s being distant. Which is worse, I think.”

She let out a quiet hum, head going back under the water as she spoke, “I think he’s being an ass regardless. I mean, he treats you like his girlfriend all the time, and now he’s just ghosting? That’s an ass.”

“Yeah, I guess,” You mumbled, eyes and shoulders dropping in defeat.

“No ma’am,” She slightly shouted, “No sadness! You heard Duker about the cowboy rule or whatever. Well, you’re gonna steal someone's hat tonight.”

When you and Jill arrived at the party, the house was already buzzing with life and music. People had their own version of rodeo attire on as some slammed back bottles and cups alike, and others did their best attempt to line dance at whatever song was playing over the speakers. You were holding tightly onto Jill’s hand as she weaved through the sea of people, making a line straight for the kitchen to get a drink.

When you finally managed to break through the wall of bodies, you found yourself in the kitchen with a few of the boys from the team. They were huddled in a corner talking amongst themselves when they noticed the two of you, and it wasn’t long before a pair of arms were wrapped around you. Though they didn't belong to who you wanted them to.

“Ethan, put me down,” You giggled as he twirled you around, his hat nearly falling off his head in the process, “You’re making me dizzy and I’m not even drunk yet.”

Once your feet are planted comfortably on the ground, you couldn’t help but search for Mark within the group of hockey players. His dark eyes were on you the second you walked through the doorway, so it wasn’t hard to find him. His jaw was set and eyes narrowed as he watched his best friend’s hand linger on your lower back.

His gaze flicked up to meet your own, and his features softened as soon as he saw the way your brows were furrowed and eyes wide in confusion. Truthfully, he wanted to walk over and gently yank you into his side and away from Ethan; silently claiming you as his, but he couldn’t. He was trying to push back the feelings that have been growing inside of him for a year, not make them worse.

You held Mark’s stare for a few seconds before he was glancing away and a frown was slowly carving its way onto your face. Jill was quick to shove a drink in your hand when she noticed the sad look making its appearance. She not so subtly tossed a wicked glare in Mark’s direction before tugging you away from the kitchen.

No matter how hard you tried to enjoy yourself, all you could think of was the one boy who wouldn’t talk to you. You were trying to figure out what you had done, where things went wrong. Jill had tried to keep you present in conversations and various activities, but you always found your mind floating off to Mark.

It wasn’t until you were outside on the deck with a group of people that you actually saw Mark again. He was off to the side talking with a few of his teammates, and a few random girls. You couldn’t help but let the jealousy burn in your chest as you watched them with baited breath. From where you were, he appeared to be laughing and enjoying himself while one of the girls gripped his bicep.

Jill’s gentle voice echoed in your head as she called out your name, but you were focused in on the sight in front of you.

Her face contorted as she watched you let your thoughts and jealousy consume you, but she knew her efforts were going to do nothing but harm until you tore your attention away from Mark. She’s known you long enough to know that when you’re even slightly tipsy, trying to make you do something you didn’t want to do was only going to make things worse, so she waited.

Time began to still as you watched the blonde’s hand slowly creep up his arm. You knew what she was going to do and, with Dylan’s words from earlier ringing in your ears, you wanted him to tell her to stop. To carefully push her away and tell her no. Her manicured fingers grasped the brim of the hat, hastily pulling off of his head and placing it on her own.

“Shit,” You heard Jill mutter as you tossed the rest of your cup's contents into your mouth.

The alcohol burned your throat, but it didn’t matter to you as you turned on your heels and scanned the pool of guys around you. If Mark was going to play that game, so were you, and you loved winning. Your eyes lasered in on the school's star quarterback, who you’d only talked to a handful of times before, and before you realized what you were doing, you were rushing towards him.

“Hey JJ,” You cut in through a break in the conversation he was having, voice sticky with honey.

“Hey,” He cheerfully greeted, eyes briefly darting down to your blatantly exposed cleavage, “What’s up? You enjoying the party?”

“Yeah, I am now that you’re here,” You playfully flirted, twirling the ends of your hair as you looked up at him.

He let out a loud laugh, but he grabbed your waist and pulled you into his side as the two of you fell into a flirty, surface level conversation. You secretly hoped that, despite the girl who was desperately seeking Mark’s attention, he was watching you. You hoped that he was watching you and was feeling the same thing you were feeling only moments prior.

“You know, I always thought you and Estapa had a thing,” JJ pointed out, eyes flitting to where Mark was watching the two of you.

The mention of him had your lips turning downwards as you asked, “Why?”

“Well, because the two of you are always together, and he’s looking at me like he wants to fuckin’ kill me,” JJ chuckled, shaking his head in amusement, “But if you’re not together…”

You could sense the shift in his tone, and it had you glancing up at him with a knowing look. You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol in your system, the fact that you were upset with Mark, or a combination of both, but you found yourself reaching for the hat that sat on JJ McCarthy’s head. However, your hand was roughly yanked backwards and his body was shoved away from you before you got the chance.

Your vision blurred from the sudden movement, the thoughts in your head dizzying as they tried to find solid ground again. You heard jumbled yells around you, a familiar hand wrapped around your wrist as it was slightly jerked around from movement. Your vision cleared, and your stare finally settled on Mark’s back.

“Look dude,” JJ held his hands up in mock surrender, “She said you guys weren't dating. My bad.”

Ethan stood between the two boys, palm firmly against Mark’s heaving chest as worry was written all over his face. He could barely see you hidden behind Mark’s much taller figure, but Ethan could feel your anger radiating off of you, and he didn’t blame you. However, a very tiny part of him is glad that Mark’s anger wasn’t directed at him, and that he didn’t have to utilize the dumb plan he’d figured out moments before the party.

“We’re not,” You snapped, roughly pulling your wrist out of his grasp as you glared daggers into the back of his head.

Mark’s body tensed as your words floated into his ears, his already racing heart increasing tenfold when he picked up on the venom that was laced in them. He knew you had a right to be mad, and that, truly, he didn’t. He was the one that was pulling away from you, but he thought it was the right thing. He thought it was, until he saw you in the arms of JJ McCarthy.

“Ba-,” Mark tried, hand reaching out for you, but you cut him off.

“Stop it, Mark. Don’t call me that,” You spat, tears brimming your eyes as you stepped away from him, “God, I hate you so much.”

Not sparing a glance at the circle of athletes around you, you spun on your heels and ran into the house. You dodged bodies as you darted towards the upstairs part of the house in search of an empty room, blatantly unaware that Mark was following closely behind you. You considered yourself lucky when the first door you tried turned to be an empty bathroom, but the luck was short lived when you heard an achingly familiar voice calling your name.

“Go away, Mark,” You called out, trying to overpower his strength and shut the door, but of course, he won that battle and was slipping in through the small opening.

“You don’t mean that,” His words were rushed and broken as he looked down at you, and it was as if all your anger had dissipated with that one look.

A part of you hated just his easily you fell into his hands, but the look of pure heartbreak that was slapped against his soft features was enough for you. It was enough to leave your own heart aching even more than it already was. It was enough to make you unofficially his again, even if he didn’t ask you to be.

“Mean what,” You asked.

“That you hate me,” He whispered, “You don’t mean that, right? Tell me you don’t mean that. Please, baby.”

Mark’s eyes were full of desperation and longing as he begged you to take back what you had said. To tell him that you could never hate him. To tell him that you loved him instead.

“Mark,” You breathed out, shaking your head as tears spilled down your cheeks, “Of course I don’t hate you, but I do think you’re being unfair. You get to let some blonde bitch take your hat, but the second I try a-.”

“I didn’t let her,” He interrupted, grabbing your hands with his own, “She did take it, yeah, but I immediately took it back. The only person I want taking my hat is you. It’s always been you and it will forever be you.”

Your pupils were blown wide as you took in his words, letting them settle as your internal thoughts battled each other. Trying to decipher if he was telling the truth, or if he was just saying it because he knew it would get you to crawl back to him, even though he was the one that pulled away from you.

Marks heart raced as you stared at him in silence, and he could tell that you didn’t believe him by the way your brows were furrowing every few seconds. It was a habit he’d noticed when he first saw you in calculus last year. He would watch you doing the school work, and he could always tell when you were torn between an answer by the way you pulled your eyebrows together and scrunched your nose.

“I know I’ve been an ass,” He continued, “I’ve been pulling away from you without an explanation, and I’m sorry. I just- Fuck, baby, I’m scared. The way I feel about you scares me, and I didn’t know what to do so I just did what I do best and fuck it up.”

“How do you feel,” You finally got out, heart in your throat as nerves pricked at your skin, “About me.”

“There are not enough words in any language to describe how I feel about you,” He stepped towards you, his hands dropping yours to cup your cheeks and brush away the tears with his thumbs, “But, I do love you. I love the way that you always go out of your way to help people, even if you don’t know them. I love the way your face lights up when you see any animal anywhere. I love the way that you laugh at your own jokes, even when they’re not funny. I love you in a way that makes me feel like without you, life has no purpose because you are my purpose.”

The tears that rolled down your cheeks in waves were no longer tears of pain, but tears of the utmost happiness you have ever felt before. You’ve wanted to hear Mark say that he loved you back for so long, that finally hearing it almost felt unreal. If he weren’t standing right in front of you, with his hands on your face, you wouldn’t believe that it was real.

You said nothing, choosing to crash your lips against his own in reponse. His reaction was instaneous, his mouth working with your own as one of his hands slipped the base of your neck, tilting it so that he could slip his tongue into your mouth. He backed you against the bathroom counter, lifting you onto it with ease and without breaking contact.

You were grasping at him, pulling him into you as his lips molded with your own. It was sloppy and rushed, but it was perfect. With Mark, there were no slow, sensual make out sessions. They were always messy, hungry and desperately full of passion, but that was one of the things you liked about him. Every time you kissed, it was like it was the first time all over again.

Mark pulled away from you, lips swollen and bright red as his chest heaved. You didn’t even need to look in the mirror to know that you were sporting a similar look. You watched as he readjusted the brand new cowboy hat that had gotten bumped around during your kiss, and you quickly grabbed hold of it and placed it on your own head.

“You heard what Duker said earlier,” You teased, staring up at him through your thick lashes, “Take the hat, ride the cowboy right?”

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holy shit 😳

WRITE SOME DIRTY NAUGHTY FREAKY SMUT WITH DADDG ADAM!!!!! 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

─ warnings: NSFW!!!!!! VERY VERY DIRTY, dom!adam, rough!adam, fingering, p in v, pet names, pretty much nothin else

─ word count: 0.2k

─ author's notes: I LOVE U EV, enjoy this slutty masterpiece

@sunkissed-zegras read it first <3

"ass up, do i look like im kidding y/n" adam said at your hesitation. you never expected adam to say something like that.

you never really thought he'd be into that, honestly he looked very vanilla. he leaned in and growled in your ear making your hair stand up on your arms " dont make me ask again... bed now. ass up y/n."

you turned and went to the bed. you felt silly but you got into the position. your little white dress was falling over your hips exposing your wet underwear.

" damn.." you hear from behind you " you got wet just by my voice didn't you...my dirty little slut"

your mouth was watering,you wanted ram you with his dick. you heard adam get on the bed behind you while fingers moved your underwear and adam inserted two fingers. you moan but it isnt enough you want his dick inside you now.

"your hole is so tight... damn baby your getting me hard already.."

you buck back into his fingers wanting more. he dug his hand into your neck forcing your hips higher to the point where his fingers were hitting just that spot. you moan loud into the pillow.

"please adam...i cant-i-i need it" you barely get out.

" what was that baby?" he removed his slick fingers from your center and moved his hips to where you could feel his bulge. he was huge.

" i..i cant...please ada-" he rocked your hips back and forth making you cut off.

" ask for it" he whispered in your ear. " ask for it princess"

"please adam i need it"

"say it right..."

"adam give me your dick"

"good girl" i what he said right before he entered you.

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i’m in love with this man 😭😭

guyyyyyssssss😫😫

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oh my god as a chubby girl he’s officially my #2 now as well

the rumor that edwards likes chubby girls instantly moved him up to #2 on my husbands list

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this is literally a masterpiece!!! I love it so much!! thank you!!!

Keloid (Baby!Roy x Roman Roy )

Character/s: Roman, Logan

Word Count: 1,586

Requested: hi! can i get broken glass, gauze, “i missed you”, “You’re covered in blood”, and “look at me” with baby roy and connor or roman please? 😊❤️ - @thedarkqueen

Tag: @locke-writes

A/N: Screaming I love this request so much!!! This was just perfect my love, so angsty it's my face!!!! I really hope you like it!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Succession Masterlist / REQUESTS ARE OPEN

You find him at the bar. He seems smaller. His shoulders are rounded, concave, but not tense. His stitches have been reopened. He lets himself smile, just for a moment, before recovering. It’s a new feeling, this weightlessness. Airy. he drinks a dirty martini. You don’t want to interrupt, intrude. This is his moment. Everyone else is gone. Gloating, celebrating, or, like your brother, like the two of them, facing a future of uncertainty. There’s nothing left. That was it. You’re faced with the same dilemma, to a lesser degree. You feared that promise would leave Kendall hollow. Rotting. He left before you could catch him, check his pulse. They both did. Your sister off in her own world, becoming the obedient woman she was always destined to be. It hurt to think about them, about this. You could hold it, this ache, this knowing that things would never be the same. You wanted to hold on a little longer. Selfishly, you missed them. Even as he sits before you, sipping his drink, he seems so far away already. You take the seat next to him, making him jump. You don’t look at him and he doesn’t look at you, instead your eyes meet the bottles lined up on the shelf. Little armies, ready to defend. You order your usual, grateful that he hasn’t gotten up. He decided to stay despite your presence. He clears his voice once, twice, but the words never come. The silence sits sweetly between you, making itself comfortable. Your chin falls. You can feel them burning under his gaze, your hands. He doesn’t have to say a thing. You know exactly what he’s thinking about. 

The scars were burning white lines across your fingers, your palms and the back of your hands. Some lay flat, others are chunky, rounded, as if trying to claw away from you. No matter what you did to try to get rid of them, they refused to budge. They stared up at you, at everyone you came in contact with, begging to be noticed, to be seen. Instinctively you flexed your hands, feeling the tightness of the skin. The lines go up your wrists, tapering off. Here and there, at your elbow, your forearm, your biceps, sprinkled across your arms. Mostly though, they cut through your hands and wrists. You were shredded. He called you that once Logan. Shredder. As if it were funny. After all these years, you still bore the anger of your father. You wore it like a prize, as if surviving him were something to show off. This was your medal for a shitty childhood. He was gone and you were still looking at them, feeling them, stared at by peers and strangers alike. A freakshow, he once said so callously you’d forgotten how to breathe. Sometimes you get lost in the scars, reliving that day over and over. He thought you wouldn't remember. He thought you were too young.

The bartender slides your glass across the bar. Again you flex, before feeling the icy sweat of the tumbler. I missed you, you whisper, before realizing, before catching yourself. I was only gone for a few minutes, but. . . The rest of your sentence clatters to the floor. But the three of you left. You were fighting. You couldn’t be near it. When you came back they were gone, Matsson standing in their place. He doesn’t have a response, eyes cast down, watching your fingers clutch at the glass. You used to hide them, your hands, when kids at school first started noticing. When they started saying things. The adults, choosing ignorance, never said a word. Not when you were back at your desk a few days later, gauze wrapped childishly around them. It was Roman who’d done it. They were tight and flimsy and red had seeped through by the end of the day. No one who could have done anything did anything. No one stepped in. no one asked. They just knew. They knew and they let him get away with it. He wasn’t a God, he was an angry man. The world had been mixing the two up for centuries. They always hurt your hands. You tried to write, to play, but it was too difficult. So you sat there and watched the paper white of the tissue, squeezing them, making sure they still belonged to you. You catch yourself doing that now, too. Logan took a lot from you. Too much. You were convinced he had the power to take body parts, too. 

He orders another. Remember, he starts, but never finishes. Yeah, I  do. He never meant for it to happen. At least, not at first. Logan never raised a hand to the eldest three, something you would never understand. You would never get an answer for. He just did, like he did a lot of things. You weren’t doing anything. Not that you can remember a lot before. You were in the living room, doing what children do, playing, maybe making a mess? Maybe being too loud? You were never sure what kind of trivial thing would set him off, what would make his blood boil. He couldn’t stand it. He could always find the faults in you. He slapped you across the face. Hard, with the back of his hand. Hard enough to leave your cheek tingling. Hard enough for your little body to sway, falling into the coffee table. The glass shattered under you. You tried to catch yourself, save yourself, but that only made things worse. Shards embedded themselves into your skin, in your clothes and hair. Blood began to pool on the white carpet. Shocked, you could only sit there, looking at the ruins. He stood above you, disgusted. You’re covered in blood, you remember him spitting, like it was your fault. Like you had chosen this. Slowly the adrenaline wears off, the sting begins to spread, your own cry foreign in your ears. It sounded like a wounded animal. He left you like that, muttering to himself about the scene you’ve caused. That whine still haunts you, coming to you in nightmares. I did a lousy job, he admits, suddenly sounding tired. You were a kid, too Rome. . . 

Look at me. Bleary eyes, tears welling up before you can stop them, a blurry figure crouches before you. You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting like that, only that the tingling in your cheek is gone. You haven’t moved, scared, or cried. There is so much blood. So much red. Like a pool, you remember thinking. You’re not sure where he came from, when he got home, only that he had a certainty in his voice that made you listen. Don’t look down, look at me, okay? Slowly, he helps you up, careful not to touch your wounds. He leads you to the bathroom where he sits you up on the counter, face to face with you. You’ve stopped crying, instead whimpering. Everything smelled of iron. Metallic. You watch him lock the door, knowing there was always a chance he’d come back again. He warns you this is going to hurt, and you nod, wanting to be brave for your big brother. Shaking hands, he starts to pick the pieces out. Glittery pieces clatter and tinkle in the sink. What he can’t reach, he plucks with tweezers. You bite your tongue, stopping yourself from crying out anymore. You’re not sure how many times he pulls glass from your skin, only that there is a small pile in the sink when he’s done. See, that wasn’t so bad. His face is sweaty, his forehead creased, though his voice remains light. You smile at him, sniffling, showing him that it didn’t hurt at all. That you’re a big kid, you can handle this. 

The alcohol feels warm on any empty stomach. That sterile smell reminds you of the iodine he washed your arms with, trying to prevent infection. He wrapped you up like a mummy, unsure of what else to do. Some were deeper wounds, others only surface level. This was his mess, his fault, not yours. Leaving you alone with him, he should have known better. Now he sits, years later, feeling that terrible guilty feeling in the back of his throat. He should have done more. He should have done better. That day will be embedded in his mind for the rest of his life. And yet, neither of you have anything to say. There’s nothing left. You know this is the last time you’ll see him for a long time. You all need your space, to cool off, to find your own path, whatever that means. He gives them his card, paying for your drink, too. Another apology. He’s been apologizing to you since that day, trying to make up for it. He never needed to, though. You never blamed him. That day he was your hero, your super star big brother saving you from your father. He made sure your wounds healed, changing the bandages every day. He was the one who cleaned up the table, who rolled up the rug, unable to stand looking at it a second longer. Disgusted by Logan’s behavior. He still is, your hero, your star, your big brother, even if he doesn’t feel like it. Even if he slips off the bar stool without a word, leaving you behind now that it’s safe. Now that your father can’t get you. He always will be.

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SCREAM! | J. CHAMPION

jack champion x fem! hughes!reader

summary: jack and gf hard launch but her brothers and her 'brothers' have something to say about it.

a/n i'm in love with jack champion and the reader is younger sister to the hughes brothers and she's an actor.

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hughes siblings (+trevor) gc

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lukey pookie dog fart🦅 : she's dating someone and DIDN'T TEL US

trevor zebra😋 : wdym? she told me? i met up with them for dinner?

quinny bear🧸 : what?!

*y/n has left the gc*

jack attack💥 : i'm gonna kill her

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i miss you, i’m sorry: luke hughes

It was the first day of summer for Luke. The devils had won the cup and he was elated. After the end of his college season, he hoped he could make a difference in the Devils and help them win.

Of course, he knew coming back to Michigan meant that he had to gather the rest of his belongings and move to Jersey. It also meant that he had to see you. Especially with how close you were to his team and his family.

As Luke looked out of his window he watched as the garden you spent your time in blurred by. Luke recalled the way he knew he could always find you out on the lawn with a book in hand as you got lost in a world of your own.

"Is she coming for the party tonight?" Ellen asked.

No one had to mention a name to know who their mother was talking about. Quinn gave his mother a curt nod in response as Luke let out a large sigh.

The younger Hughes boy leant his head against the window as he recalled simpler times.

Luke tracked your phone as he couldn't find you. Seeing as you usually answer his calls and texts Luke began worrying that something terrible had happened to you.

The two of you had plans for the afternoon and when you were ten minutes late, Luke assumed the worse. He gathered information from his friends on when they last saw you until Mark reminded him that he could use find my friends.

Luke let out a sigh of relief when he found you laying in the yard, your headphones on and a book in your hand. Of course, you would be outside. In your own words, a sunny day where there is a slight breeze is always good reading weather.

"Now what do we have here?" Luke teased as he took your headphones off.

You giggled before realising that the two of you were meant to go out. "Luke I'm so so sorry. I lost track of time and I guess my alarm didn't go off and I'm such a bad person," you rambled.

Your boyfriend shook his head as he chuckled. "Don't worry about it, baby. I was just worried something happened to you. Now about our date, what if I run over to the store and grab some of your favourite snacks and we have a picnic instead?"

And that is exactly what happened. Luke bought all of your favourite snacks and drinks and had you read your book to him as he admired your beauty.

When the Hughes family walked into their house, the two younger siblings were embraced in hugs and were given many forms of congratulations for their achievement.

Luke tried his hardest to keep his tears at bay as he was embraced by his Michigan teammates. The group had been there for every game of the final round cheering Luke on.

Yet, despite all the attention on him and Jack. Luke was still able to see you out of the corner of his eye. Your hair was shorter than when he left and your once radiant smile was diminished to a slight tug of your lips.

He wanted nothing more than to go up to you know and to tell you how he hated the way things ended. He hated the fact that he was taken from Tampa without so much as allowing himself to see you again.

Throughout the night, Luke tried to so much as say hello to you but he couldn't. Every time he thought he was getting close to you someone would swoop in and direct his attention somewhere.

So Luke did the only thing he could. He watched you.

He watched as Jack brought you in for a big hug. And how one of his previous teammates was always at your side, making you laugh.

But the one action that irked him the most was the way Quinn would find you wherever you were. The oldest Hughes brother would be by your side anytime you showed a sign of discomfort.

Quinn would always leave kisses on your head or rub your shoulders,

Luke hated it.

He hated the fact that you had replaced him. Especially as the replacement was his older brother. The man he looked up to.

After dinner, you had disappeared from Luke''s sight. He assumed you had gone back home but when he couldn't find his older brother either he went on a hunt.

"I don't think you understand Quinn. I am so proud of him but it hurts me that I can't be there for him in the way I want to be," you sobbed.

You were in Quinn's room as you couldn't hold onto your facade anymore. You had promised Ellen and Quinn that you would come tonight to support your best friend.

"He hurt me, Quinn," you whispered.

Luke's heart broke as he heard the tremble in your voice. At that moment he wanted you to know how much he missed you. He needed you to know how stupid he felt for breaking up with you.

How he would lay awake at night wishing you were by his side. How he wanted nothing more than for you to be in the stands with his family and how after they won the cup his first thoughts were about you.

Quinn knew his younger brother was outside his room. As the door was slightly open he saw Luke walk by and stop to hear what you were saying.

"Would you tell him?" Quinn asked.

You tilted your head in confusion as you looked up at the boy. "If Luke came in here right now, would you tell him how you feel because I know he regrets everything y/n/n?"

"When I stayed the night with him and Jack, I heard him crying. I heard him curse himself for breaking up with you. When they lost, he asked Mom if you were there because he hoped he could get one more chance to say goodbye. I know you're hurting y/n/n and I know you've built yourself up from what happened but don't throw away an opportunity where the two of you are happy. Especially if you are together," Quinn concluded.

The older boy gave you one last hug before he walked out of his room. Quinn looked over at his brother and gave him a small smile before walking away.

Luke waited until Quinn had walked downstairs before he knocked on the door. You called out that it was open so Luke slipped into the room and shut the door behind him.

"Hi," he breathed out.

You looked up at him and tears brimmed your eyes. Luke noticed immediately and made his way to you and wrapped his arms around you.

The comfort you found in his arms made you crumble as sobs left your mouth.

"It's okay, baby. I'm right here, I'm not leaving you again," Luke whispered.

"You left me," you muttered.

"You left me, Luke. You promised when it came to you leaving for Jersey that we would talk about it but you left. You said you needed a break and you walked out on us. You broke my heart," You told the boy.

Luke nodded and avoided eye contact. He too had tears welling in his eyes as he tried to think of a way to approach this conversation.

"I miss you," he whispered.

"I'm sorry I broke your heart y/n. I broke up with you because I thought I was protecting you. I thought that if we put an end to the relationship then maybe I wouldn't miss you so much when I'm in Jersey but I was wrong. God, I was so wrong because all I can think about is you,"

You didn't say anything, you just looked at Luke.

"I-I miss you, I'm sorry," Luke was about to leave the room but you grabbed his wrist.

You turned him to face you and cupped his face in your hands. Your thumb ran over his cheeks and wiped at the tears in his eyes as he looked down at you with adoration.

Luke wrapped his arms around your waist and brought you into his chest before leaning down, placing his lips on yours brining you into a gentle kiss.

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I love this so much 😭😭

fit in - Nolan Patrick

I've always wanted to write an enemies to lovers imagine and I hope you like it as much as I do :) Nolan is my baby, pls give my boy more appreciation, I just want him to be healthy and happy <3

word count: 3,1 k

TW: language, enemies to lovers, men being idiots

Before you met Nolan, you were pretty sure you couldn't hate anyone with such a passion.

You were a friend of one of his former teammates - Travis Konecny. You two spent all your free time together until, well, Nolan ruined everything.

Since he got drafted and became Travis' teammate, they got inseperatable. Their handshakes, their smiles, their laughing at things you didn't understand made your blood boil.

It was bad to be jealous at someone who just wanted to belong but the pretty face of his didn't help either.

When you first met Nolan, you thought that he was the man of your dreams. And sometimes, even five years later, he was - but only when you were sleeping and your mind created some dirty fantasy that kept you awake all night.

"So, this is my friend, Y/N. Y/N, this is Nolan." The sight of his perfect hair and bright eyes made your knees go weak. You took the hand he offered you and his grip was soft and hard at the same time, his skin cold against yours. It was right after his first game in Philly and he looked so well in his suit, even with his hair all wet.

"It's nice to meet you, Travis has been talking about you a lot."

"I hope only about what an amazing friend I am," you laughed and Travis friendly punched you in your shoulder.

"What else would you think?"

You felt good with the two guys at your side - but it all went south in just a few days.

There was an after party in some bar to celebrate another win and Travis invited you to go with him. And so you did. The evening looked promising and you somehow liked how reserved Nolan was and the comfortable silence surrounding you two. You spent an hour just with him, sitting on the bar stools with empty shot glasses before you and talking about how glad he was he finally fit in.

Then Travis sat down next to you two and in a matter of minutes, you felt like if you were left alone. They laughed at their own inside jokes, talked about things you didn't understand and you just sat there, finally giving up trying to be a part of the conversation, and ordered more and more shots until your head felt empty and your heart filled sadness and rage.

Rage at Travis. Rage at yourself. But mostly, rage at Nolan, the guy who took your place in your friend's life.

"You going home so early?" Trav asked as you stood up, one hand clasping the edge of the bar so you wouldn't fall down as your head spinned from all the alcohol.

"Yeah, I have work tomorrow." you lied and mustered all the strenght in you to let go of the bar and walk to the exit. You'd have to call an uber because Travis was the one who got you there.

"I'll drive you home." Nolan said out of nowhere and stood up to meet you. His hand gripped your elbow to support you and you gritted your teeth with annoyance but had no strength or balance to fight him off.

"You don't have to-"

"Nonsense. I wanted to leave an hour ago but you two made me stay. You're clearly drunk and it's safer this way."

You nearly rolled your eyes but didn't say anything at all.

The drive in his car felt endless. You might have enjoyed it if it was two hours ago - when you blushed at Nolan's words and touched his arm slightly once in a time.

"Did I do something wrong?" he suddenly asked. You were quiet for some time before saying:

"I... I don't think so."

You were confused - all of this was confusing. In that moment, you could only recall why you got so angry at him. As if when you and Nolan were alone, things got back to normal; except for the fact that since that moment, nothing between you two was normal.

"Then why are you acting like this?" You watched him closely, the way his fingers gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. Was he angry at you? You felt like he had no right to do that - you were the one with all the reasons.

"Like what?"

"Like you hate me."

"Maybe I should." But it drove you crazy that you couldn't hate him as much as you'd wanted to.

There was a heavy silence it the car, the radio turned off and the only sounds were the ones from outside. So you spoke again, this time more quiet:

"Because the more you fit in, the less do I."

And then Nolan looked at you, his eyes searching your face for that light he'd seen a few hours before, when it all looked promising and when he thought he'd ask you out on a date.

There was non of it, only cold demeanor and colder eyes.

...

Things didn't look that bad the first few days afterwards: you visited Travis once in a while but only when you were hundred percent sure that Nolan wouldn't be anywhere near. The rest of your afternoons you spent in work and your evenings on the couch with a bottle of wine and a book in your hands.

It was all to forget how Nolan drove you crazy.

"Tonight, my apartment, bring some snacks. We gonna have a movie night."

This sentence played over and over in your head and you were so happy that Travis found some time to spend it with you. He called about an hour before, not saying anything else, and hung up on you.

At exactly eight p.m., you walked inside his apartment without even bothering to knock and put the bag of sweets and other stuff on the kitchen table. There were voices to be heard in the living room and at first, you thought it were the actors on TV when you suddenly froze on the spot, realizing one important thing:

Nolan was there.

You thought of everything you would have to endure that night, listening to Nolan and Travis talking and leaving you out of the conversation, feeling more desperate and angry with every second.

As you tried to walk out of the apartment as quickly as possible, the two voices drew near and you sighed softly before putting a smile on your face as the two hockey players walked into the room.

"Hey, Y/N! We've been waiting for ya, c'mon, let's get started," Travis looked so happy and you were ready to punch him square in the face. Nolan was leaning against the doorframe with s slight smile on his face and suddenly, you wanted to punch both of them.

"I thought we'd be alone," you said desperately, trying to get yourself out of there.

"You know I have a girlfriend, right?"

"You know what I wanted to say, TK. Why is he here?" you didn't mean it to sound as poisonous as it did and Nolan shifted his gaze to the floor.

"Because he's my friend."

It hit you then. You knew they were teammates and that Trav was trying to make Nolan feel like at home. But friends - it meant that they'd spend a lot of time together; on the ice and off the ice.

It also meant that Travis would spend more time with him than with you.

Nolan won a game he wasn't even aware of playing.

"But I'm your friend, too." It sounded way more vulnerable than you'd like to.

"Exactly. So get your ass on the couch and shut up."

...

You became second so easily that you didn't even realize it for some time.

Travis stopped calling in the middle of the night to tell you of "what a fucking weird dream he had". There were no drunken nights at your apartment where you two would talk about some deep shit while staring at the ceiling as if it was a starry sky. Texting on a daily basis became something rare and your hate for Nolan only grew.

"I'm moving to Vegas."

You were standing in Travis' doorway, raindrops dripping on the carpet from your umbrella. It was grim outside and now it got even grimmer inside.

"What?"

Trav was looking at you as if you had told him some kind of a joke.

"They offered me a job there. I'll be still working for the same company, but in a different place and for way better money." And to be honest, you were sick of this city.

"You can't just-"

"That's not fair. You've been ghosting me for months and now I can't leave? What's keeping me here if not you?"

It was that kind of silence that made you feel guilty even if you've done nothing wrong.

"You're right," he sighed, one of his hands tugging at his hair in frustration. "I can't tell you what you can and cannot do. And I'm sorry that you felt left out but to be honest, I can't understand why."

Fuck men and their blindness.

"It all went sideways when Nolan got here." you answered coldly.

"What's the matter with you and Nolan? He's never done anything to ya-"

"I hate Nolan! I hate that you replaced me by him so easily and I hate you for not even realizing that I can't go on like that anymore! I'm not able to say that I'm happy for him for finding his place in Philly when that place used to be mine!"

You both were stunned by your words. But you felt so... free after saying it all out loud.

"Y/N-"

"Don't bother calling me. I already know that you'll do okay without me."

And you slammed the door after you walked out of the apartment, not even noticing that the whole time, Nolan was listening to it all from the kitchen.

...

Sometimes you missed Philadelphia. It's been three years since you moved to Vegas and you adored that place but sometimes the longing for your hometown and your former friends made you feel homesick.

There was no TK in Las Vegas. But for a few days now, there's been a certain Nolan Patrick in Sin City.

It's been years since you last saw him and you expected that the one-sided rivalry was long gone. But when he knocked on the door of your apartment and you saw his face again, the memories came immediately back.

"What do you want, Nolan?" your voice was cold.

It was weird to see a face of someone you thought you'd never see again. He looked... well, he looked amazing. His hair was way longer that you remembered and he looked more masculine after those years.

"Hey." he said shyly, avoiding your question.

"How do you know where I live?"

"TK gave me your address."

"And how does he know my address?"

"I rather didn't ask."

Nolan stood there, hands in the pockets of his jeans, looking like an abandoned puppy.

Maybe this was a chance to make your past at least a bit right.

And so you left the door to your apartment open and walked inside, leading your former nemesis into your home.

...

"How's living in Vegas?" Nolan asked as he took a bite of the pie you offered him.

"Fine. Actually, more than fine. What about you?"

He put the plate down onto his lap and shifted his gaze to the big windows overlooking the big city, shining brightly in the dark.

"It's been... something."

Oh. So this was why he came here, knocking on your door at eleven in the afternoon. Desperate. Lonely.

"So what? Do you want me to call my friends so you can befriend them and replace me in their lives?" You immediately bit your tongue so you wouldn't say anything more stupid.

Nolan looked hurt by your words.

"You know, I was there when you told TK you were leaving for Vegas."

"You what?" you asked, completely horrified. It was the moment when you shouted how much you hated both Trav and Nolan. Till this day, you are still ashamed of your own words. It was childish and selfish.

"Travis told me you loved baking and especially apple pies so I thought I'd bake one to make you like me more. Then I heard you screaming that you hate me."

Your jaw was hanging and you couldn't muster any words that would make this right. He literally made an apple pie for you and you declared your hatred for him in the same exact moment. Your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

"At first, I couldn't understand what I've done wrong. I liked you a lot from the beginning and both you and TK were great and I finally felt like I belonged in Philly. I wanted to ask you on a date, you know, the night I drove you home from that bar. And instead, you told me that maybe, you should hate me. I thought you were just too drunk and that I'd ask you out some other day. But when that occurred, you acted so... cold towards me. And I finally understood when you said that you can't say that you're happy for me for finding my place in Philly when that place used to be yours."

"Nolan, I'm so sorry for ever saying something like that about you when I didn't even try to imagine being in your place-"

"I stole your best friend, Y/N. I think that I'm the one that should be apologizing."

You let out a startled laugh. Never have you thought that this conversation would be happening.

"It's been years, Nolan. You shouldn't apologize for something that wasn't even your fault."

He wanted to argue with you, you saw it in his eyes. So you started talking again to stop him from objecting.

"Anyways, why are you really here, Nolan? I know it's not because of your conscience. Are you having some trouble fitting in?"

His features turned sad in a moment and his shoulders slouched a bit.

"Yeah, I guess you could say it like that."

You were surprised by yourself as your hand gripped his knee in a soothing way. The muscles under your fingers tensed but Nolan didn't move away from your touch.

"Then let's do this together. You'll fit in just fine."

...

And he did. You introduced him to the city and to its people, carefully checking that he was never falling behind. He started smiling more and once in a while you even heard him laugh.

Your apartment was no longer empty - whenever Nolan had the time, he would sit on your couch, telling you about the people he met. It made you happy.

With your hatred long gone a new and foreign feeling slowly replaced it - something that made you blush at his words and melt at his touch. At first you thought that the little innocent touches were only the outcome of feeling really comfortable in your friendship. But all the secrets you shared in the middle of the night, the feeling of being sure that when you wake up, he will be lying at your side or on your couch, it all made you so used to him. He became the one person you though of when waking up and the last on your mind when falling asleep. Your heart sped up whenever you got a text or a call from him and-

You knew you fucked up when you realized you fell in love with him.

"Hey," Nolan said while closing the door behind him, taking off his shoes before stepping onto the carpet of your living room. You laid on the couch, watching some random sitcom that was currently on. It was a problem to even look him in the eyes without blurting out that you liked him more than in a friendly manner.

"I bought some popcorn and groceries." he put the bag on the floor. You still didn't look at him as he crawled onto the couch next to you, lifting the blanket that was covering your body and tucked the both of you in before leaning against your side.

You felt his body next to you, all that powerful muscle and hot skin. Every inch of you that touched him was burning with desire and restrain.

"Is something wrong?" Nolan asked and took your hand in his, drawing circles on it with his thumb.

"Nothing," you breathed out but couldn't stand his closeness any longer. You jumped off the couch, your legs trembling a bit and you walkled to the big window and looked down at all of the shining lights that made this city feel alive even in the middle of the night.

"Y/N," You tried, god you really did, to ignore how good your name sounded on his lips. Nolan was right behind you, his breath caressing the back of your neck and making you shiver.

"Do you remember the time when you said that you wanted to ask me out?" you whispered, some part of you hoping that he wouldn't be able to hear you.

"What about it?" His body got closer and you felt his hands wrap around your waist. For a moment, the butterflies in your stomach felt so magical that you thought this all was just a dream. Your heart skipped a beat.

"I think you should ask me again. And this time, the answer will be different."

"Different in a good or a bad way?" Nolan murmured against your neck, making goosebumps appear on your skin.

"You should ask me and see by yourself." It was like walking on a minefield or the edge of a knife. You've been dancing around each other for months now and there were no longer any games to be played. You were far from hating him and there was no way back from this moment.

"Will you go on a date with me, Y/N Y/L/N? I promise you will love every second of it."

He was mockingly kneeling on one knee, smiling up at you and the spark in his eyes that you've never seen made you realize that he finally felt as if he belonged.

Not in Philadelphia. Not in Las Vegas. He belonged to you and you belonged to him and you two fit each other just perfectly.

"I thought you'd never ask." you laughed and took Nolan's hand, helping him to stand up and kissing him fiercly on the lips. It felt like your bodies were made for each other.

"You know," Nolan breathed out, his heart leaping in his chest. He leaned his forehead against yours. "It was easy to fall in love with this city with you by my side.

But it was even easier to fall in love with you."

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THIEF☼

A/N: jacob looks SO cute in this.  anyway, thank you for requesting! i hope you enjoy it, lovely <3

one shot, blurb, or head canon?: one shot

request: @gpiggy98​

summary: one night, when y/n is working a shift at golf’n’stuff, hawk comes by to pay her a visit.

pairing: eli moskowitz (hawk) x reader

warnings: bickering, stealing

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Taglist:  @flowervanfleet @weightofdreams-gvf @sierraahhhh @stardustschords @amourleger @ageofsewingmachine@theweightofstardust @samkiszkabreakmyback @prettyintopeerpressure @greta-flanveet  @fosterkidwiththebrokenjaw​ @the-chaotic-cow​ @ghostly-luck​ @mywaysooon​ @tlexx​​ @screechesincoherently​ and potentially you, just lmk!

Request: Are you taking requests? If you are can you write a hurt-comfort fluffy fic with literally any of the boys it’s up to you lmao

(A/N): Hey squad I’m home for thanksgiving and I have actual paid work I should be doing in this moment but what am I doing instead? Writing Danny Wagner fluff? Yup. I can’t help it, it’s Wagner Wednesday…

Okay, so this request was a bit vague (which honestly I’m rockin with) so I decided to mix it with another idea I had based off this meme I saw on Instagram.

This won’t be a super angsty hurt/comfort, since the anon specified fluffy it’s gonna remain a bit more lighthearted than some of my other fics of this sort. I feel like this idea could’ve worked for anyone in the band but I have such a soft spot for Danny I couldn’t resist writing him again. I also could just see him getting caught doing something this wholesome at a rager. So enjoy!

And if you celebrate Thanksgiving, have a happy Thanksgiving tomorrow!

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‘Til We Meet Again || Druig

pairing: druig x timetraveler!reader

summary: although not an immortal yourself, the love you and druig have for each other transcends time.

a/n: reblogs and replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 5.2k

warnings: the eternals spoilers, fire, destruction, mention of the fall of tenochtitlan, angst, fluff

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5,000 B.C.

The first time he saw you was seven thousand years ago.

For the first time, Druig had become frustrated with his fellow eternals for not intervening in human affairs when it left the vulnerable in danger. Although he had expected for the others to see from his point of view, they had all argued against him, reminding Druig that their place was to guide humans, not to lead them.

He had stormed from the Domo down to the river they were settled near and kneeled on its bank, admiring the way that the water rushed through his fingers as it flowed downstream. The eternals had told him that like the river, life and progress flowed in a linear path and he couldn’t disrupt the current. He understood where they were coming from, but Druig had never quite believed that life or time was as simple as that.

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