NOT TOO CLOSE ## plot : after being abandoned by chad at a party, ethan finds it to be worth it when he meets you for the first time and seems to be giving you some warning to stay away from him and the danger he brings. — // SFW !
COZY LITTLE MUMMY ## plot : finding yourself woken in the middle of the night by a fire alarm, you were smart enough to grab a blanket. too bad the boy a few rooms over seemed to have forgotten to do the same; and he looks cold. — // SFW !
MISPLACED FOCUS ## plot : studying with your boyfriend never actually goes the way you want it to. and definitely not when he’s being so gorgeously whiney for your attention. — // NSFW !
LEAP ## PLOT : one leap of faith is all it takes, stuck in a love triangle with ethan and tara; waiting for whoever makes the first move. — // SFW !
꩜⭒ headcanons
ethan as your boyfriend . . .
TARA CARPENTER ﹒ ✦ imagines
LEAP ## plot : one leap of faith is all it takes, stuck in a love triangle with tara and ethan; waiting for whoever makes the first move. — // SFW !
꩜⭒ headcanons
coming soon . . .
MINDY MEEKS MARTIN ﹒ ✦ imagines
THE SNACK HUNTER ## plot : enjoying a movie night (that’s quickly cut short) with your girlfriend. — // sfw
꩜⭒ headcanons
mindy as your girlfriend . . .
JILL ROBERTS ﹒ ✦ imagines
coming soon . . .
꩜⭒ headcanons
coming soon . . .
CHARLIE WALKER ﹒ ✦ imagines
coming soon . . .
꩜⭒ headcanons
coming soon . . .
WES HICKS ﹒ ✦ imagines
TELL ME YOU DONT FEEL IT ## plot : after years of hiding behind his feelings wes is finally ready to get you to admit whether you feel the same way or not. — // SFW !
FIVE STAR CHEF ## plot : making dinner for your boyfriend quickly gone wrong after he worms his way into your space in attempt to be the one doing the cooking; ending in the both of you covered in flour. — // SFW !!
꩜⭒ headcanons
wes as your boyfriend . . .
scream masterlist. 𖤐
(*´Д｀*)
BILLY LOOMIS ﹒ ✦ imagines
coming soon . . .
꩜⭒ headcanons
coming soon . . .
STU MACHER ﹒ ✦ imagines
PUSH AND PULL, BABY! ## plot : ex lovers rekindle their flame after stu is pushed towards confronting you upon seeing you with someone new at a party. — // SFW !
꩜⭒ headcanons
coming soon . . .
preferences — misc. 𖤐
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INCLUDES ALL CHARACTERS ABOVE ﹒ ✦
when they’re jealous . . . — includes chad & sidney + all other characters seen previously — // sfw !
⋆ ★ dex lies bruised and still, every ache in his body a love letter written in blood and bone — for you. he wears innocence like a second skin, but his eyes betray him — satisfied, obsessive. he’s sorry, but only because it keeps you close. and god, he needs you close.
cw ᝰ.ᐟ dark themes ,, obsessive tendencies ,, violence ,, very short blurb ,, manipulation.
PURPOSELY LOWERCASE 🎧 &&. written on iphone , sorry if formats funky !
it wasn’t the first time he’d found himself in this position, lying there in the dark with his thoughts louder than the stillness of the room. the dull throb in his side reminded him that he’d gone and done something reckless again — hadn’t he always? in his mind, there was always a purpose, some end goal justifying the means.
he’d told you it was from work, the story rehearsed perfectly. he had to keep up appearances. it was the only thing he was good at.
the hospital bed was too clean, too white. a sharp contrast to the mess in his head. he found it easier to lie to himself when he was caught up in the moment, when the adrenaline kept him steady. but now, with the quiet pressing in, he knew the truth. he hadn’t picked that fight because he was some dutiful agent. no, he’d gone looking for trouble, for something — someone — to take notice of him.
he winced, shifting under the thin hospital blanket. the pain was a reminder that he’d pushed too far, but that was the point. in the silence, he could almost hear your voice, your concern for him. he imagined it. the way you’d frown at him when you saw the bruises, the soft admonitions, your eyes so full of that mixture of pity and something else. something he could never quite put his finger on.
maybe he had overestimated things. maybe this wouldn’t be the moment. he let his head fall back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling. but then again, maybe he was exactly where he needed to be — injured, vulnerable, waiting for you to come to him. to show him you cared.
his breath evened out, but his mind raced. the dull ache in his body was nothing compared to the frenzy in his chest. he was always chasing after something, always needing to prove that he was worthy of attention, worthy of your time. it didn’t matter if he had to break himself in the process.
he heard you before he saw you — your footsteps light but urgent, that soft, familiar cadence of your pacing just past the door. the sound of it stirred something warm and electric in his chest. you were here. just as he knew you would be.
his body was still, eyes half-lidded against the sterile overhead light. he played it carefully — like he hadn’t been waiting for this moment, like he hadn’t orchestrated every bruise and crack in his ribs for the exact purpose of this. you, worried. you, pacing. you, unable to stay calm because of him. it was intoxicating.
he turned his head slightly on the pillow, slow and calculated, like the movement pained him more than it did. “i didn’t think they’d call you.” he said, voice low and rough, tinged just enough with exhaustion to sell it.
a lie, of course. he’d made sure they would.
his gaze flicked to you — sharp, hungry for a second before softening into something more innocent, more injured. his lips tugged into the faintest smile. “you’re pacing,” he murmured, like it was some quiet secret, something meant only for him. “you always do that when you’re upset.”
he wanted to reach out, to feel the shape of your worry under his hands, but he didn’t. there was something sweeter in waiting. in watching the way your hands fidgeted at your sides, the crease in your brow, the fire in your eyes that he knew came from caring too much. caring about him.
“it’s not as bad as it looks,” he added quickly, lifting his hand slightly from the blanket in a half-hearted gesture before letting it fall back. “just a job gone sideways. that’s all.”
he tilted his head, letting his eyes close for a moment like he was too tired to hold them open. but even behind the calm, behind the fragile act, he was drinking you in.
the way your voice trembled when you finally spoke, the way your footsteps paused — just once — as you looked at him. he could feel your worry thick in the air, clinging to him like heat.
every part of him wanted to pull you closer, to whisper that he did it for you, all of it. that he’d do it again if it meant you’d keep looking at him like that.
instead, he exhaled slow, like the pain was catching up to him. “i’m fine.” he lied, eyes fluttering open to meet yours, voice just above a whisper.
your chest ached, twisted into a knot that had started tightening the second they called you. he's fine, they’d said. minor injuries. but you knew dex. knew the way he carried damage. like pain was a language only he understood.
your arms crossed, then dropped. you paced once more, stopped, exhaled like it hurt.
“you shouldn’t be here,” you said finally, voice quiet but sharp. not angry — just worn thin. frayed at the edges from loving someone who lived like he was always one step away from bleeding. “you said you’d be careful this time.”
your eyes met his, and for a moment you saw it. something flickering just beneath the surface of that soft, broken-boy expression. something darker. needier. a satisfaction he didn’t say out loud.
you moved closer, sat beside the bed but didn’t touch him yet.
his eyes flicked up to yours, wide and glassy, like he might break open if you pushed too hard. “i didn’t mean to,” he said softly, too softly, like it might be true if he whispered it enough. “it got out of hand.”
another lie, but he told it gently. he told it like a prayer.
he watched you — watched the way your hands curled in your lap, the way your jaw tightened when you asked why. why he did this. why he let himself fall into chaos over and over, dragging you into it like a tide. and he smiled then, faint, delicate, with a hint of something possessive curling at the edge.
“i’m sorry,” he added, but it felt like a ritual. something said not out of guilt, but because he knew it would pull you in closer.
he was a liar. but everything in him was honest when he said, “don’t leave yet. i sleep better when you’re here.”
I LOVED your Mindy fic!!! Do you have anything planned for Wes?
FIVE-STAR CHEF ⋆ ˚ ｡ ୨୧ ˚ wes hicks
⠀⠀⠀ ︵ requested 𓈒 𓄧
⋆ ★ sleepover with your boyfriend (gone right), finding yourselves unable to stop the laughter and the growing mess that takes over the kitchen.
cw ᝰ .ᐟ sfw ,, established relationship ,, fluff ,, gender neutral reader ,, food fight ,, i love wes sm
wes stirred groggily from the remnants of a fragmented dream, his eyelids heavy with the weight of slumber.
as consciousness slowly crept back in, a sense of disorientation washed over him, the unfamiliarity of the surroundings momentarily confusing. it was then that he noticed the cool emptiness beside him, the sheets still warm from your touch, but undeniably vacant. a pang of longing and mild panic gripped his chest as he realized your absence.
swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, wes sat for a moment, his head in his hands, trying to collect his scattered thoughts. the room was faintly lit, the only light filtering in from the crack in the doorway, casting an elongated shadow across the hardwood floor. he could hear the distant sound of running water and the sizzle of something cooking, the familiar noises guiding him towards the kitchen.
as he stepped into the kitchenette, the warm, inviting atmosphere enveloped him like a comforting embrace.
the room was a reflection of wes’ mother's homey, inviting nature - a place where laughter and warmth intertwined with the aroma of freshly baked goods. the walls were adorned with vintage recipe cards and family photos, each one telling a story of love and tradition. the old white porcelain sink was piled high with dirty dishes.
a chaotic mess of mixing bowls and utensils strew across the counter and the air was thick with the aroma of sautéing onions and the scent of searing meat.
you stood by the stove, back to him as you tended to the sizzling pan. you seemed lost in thought, humming softly to yourself as you cooked.
hicks leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched your work. a sense of warmth and contentment settled over him, the initial panic of your absence replaced by a feeling of pure love and admiration. he had been looking forward to cooking for you tonight, wanting to impress you with his culinary skills.
but seeing you here, in his kitchen, taking charge and making yourself at home, he felt a warmth blossoming in his heart; watching as you navigated around his kitchen like you belonged here.
you do belong here.
he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, voice still thick with the remnants of slumber as he spoke up.
"i thought i was cooking tonight," there was a hint of surprise and mild confusion in his tone. he pushed off from the doorframe and took a step into the kitchen, the hardwood floor cool beneath his bare feet.
you turned to face him, a warm smile spreading across your face as you took in his disheveled appearance. you could see the sleep still clinging to his eyebags and the way his hair stood up in tousled spikes.
"i know, but i woke up from our nap early and thought id surprise you," you shrugged your shoulders lightly as if to dismiss any notion of him being upset. "besides, i wanted to try out this new recipe i found online. it looked too good not to attempt it."
wes took another step closer. he could see the way your eyes sparkled with excitement and the way your cheeks were flushed from the heat of the stove.
you looked absolutely radiant.
"but i wanted to cook for you," he pouted, his voice softening as he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face.
wes got even closer, his eyes now sparkling with a mix of amusement and determination. he gently but firmly tried to step in front of you, attempting to take control of the stove. "here, let me take over," he said, a playful grin spreading across his face. "you've seen my culinary skills in action before, haven't you? i am, after all, a five-star chef in training."
you laughed, a melodic sound filled with warmth that had nothing to do with the stove and that made his heart skip a beat. you playfully tried to block his path, holding the wooden spoon like a sword.
“oh no you don't! im not letting you ruin my masterpiece with your so-called 'five-star' cooking,"
wes chuckled, undeterred by your playful resistance. he reached out to tickle your sides, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“ruining it? ill have you know that ive been practicing my skills," he said, making a dramatic gesture with an imaginary knife. "i could chop an onion in under ten seconds.”
you giggled, squirming away from his playful assault. "is that so? well i bet i can chop an onion in under five seconds with my eyes closed!" there was a competitive spark igniting in your gaze.
hicks laughed, a deep, heartfelt sound that rumbled in his chest as he playfully tackled you, spinning you around and pulling you close.
"stop trying to always one-up me," he reprimanded, his voice low and teasing. "i should be the one slaving over the hot stove, not my beautiful, talented for lifer."
you melted into his embrace, hands coming up to rest on his chest as you peered up at him with a coy smile. "is that so? well, i think it's only fair that i get to show off my domestic skills every once in a while," you retorted, fingers absently playing with the buttons of his shirt.
the blonde gently but firmly moved you aside, a playful grin on his face as he took control of the stove. he grabbed the wooden spoon from your hand, holding it out of reach as he stepped in front of you. "step aside," he teased, making a grand gesture with the spoon as if he were a maestro conducting an orchestra. "it’s time for the real deal to take over."
you pouted playfully, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched wes take command of the kitchen. you leaned against the counter, your hips cocked to the side as you observed his every move with a critical eye. "fine, but don't blame me when it tastes like rubber," you warned, a smirk playing at the corners of your mouth.
wes rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing the lean, toned muscles of his forearms. he grabbed the cutting board and began to chop vegetables with practiced ease, his knife flashing in the bright kitchen light.
he chopped the veggies with surprising speed and skill, the knife gliding through the firm flesh like a hot knife through butter. he glanced up at you, a smug grin on his face as he held up the diced vegetables like a trophy. "there, see? under 10 seconds," his voice was laced with playful arrogance.
you rolled your eyes but couldn't hide the amused smile tugging at your lips. "beginner's luck,"
wes turned his attention to the sizzling pan, adding the diced veggies and stirring them gently as they began to soften and caramelize.
as he cooked, he couldn't help but steal glances at you, admiring the way the soft glow of the kitchen light played across your features. he felt a warmth blossoming in his chest, a love so deep it took his breath away and almost caused him to cut himself four times.
wes glanced at the clock, noting that the meat still had some time to go before it would be ready. he looked over at you, a mischievous glint in his eye as a sudden idea struck him. "you know, while we're waiting, we could always whip up another batch of those brownies from scratch we made the other day," he suggested, a hopeful smile spreading across his face.
your eyes lit up at the mention of the treats. "ooh, yes! ive been craving more of those," you exclaimed, already reaching for the ingredients on the shelf above the stove. "lets do it!"
he grinned. "i thought you might say that. i even bought extra ingredients before you came over, just in case." his voice softened with affection. he loved how in sync you guys were, how you seemed to anticipate each other's every desire without even trying.
as you both measured out the ingredients and mixed them together in a large ceramic bowl, you fell into a comfortable rhythm, your hands brushing together occasionally as you worked.
you reached for the flour canister and a playful idea popped into your head. with a grin, you grabbed a (small) handful of the fine white powder and tossed it in your boyfriends direction, leaving a light dusting of flour on his hair and shoulders.
"ayo! flour bomb!" you teased, giggling as you watched the flour settle on wes like a delicate, edible snowfall.
he blinked in surprise, momentarily stunned by the sudden flour shower. he looked down at the white specks dotting his shirt and hair, then back up at you with a mix of amusement and feigned outrage. "hey, no fair! you can't just go around flour bombing the chef while he's trying to create a culinary masterpiece," he spoke, his voice laced with mock indignation.
you just laughed harder, covering your mouth with your hand as you tried to stifle the sound. "aw, but where's the fun in that? i think you look rather dashing with a light dust of flour."
hicks reached up and flicked a bit of flour off his hair, letting it drift down to the floor. he took a step closer to you, a playful smirk on his face. "oh, you want to play that game, do you?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. "you're in for it now."
you let out a squeal of laughter as you darted away from him, the ceramic tiles of the kitchen floor cool against your socked feet. you grabbed the flour canister, using it as a shield as you backed away. "NOOO!" you cried dramatically, playfully batting away his flour-filled fists.
wes lunged forward, his own grin wide and playful as he tried to land a direct hit on your clothes. the fabric quickly became speckled with flour. you shrieked and spun away, knocking over a bag of sugar in your haste, a small cloud of sweet crystallized powder billowing up around your ankles.
the kitchen quickly transformed into a war zone, a flurry of flour and sugar raining down upon the countertops and appliances. you grabbed a handful of chocolate chips, launching them at wes like tiny bullets.
wes retaliated by grabbing a whisk, using it as a makeshift sword as he dueled with you. flour and sugar flew through the air, coating every surface in a thin layer of sweet, sticky dust. you laughed until tears streamed down your cheeks.
gabbing a wooden spoon and wielding it, you parried his attacks.
"yield, thou flour-filled fiend!" you declared with a giggle, brandishing your wooden spoon like a royal scepter.
hicks laughed, deflecting your playful blow with his whisk. "never!" he proclaimed. "i shaint rest until this kitchen is a field of white."
you circled each other, the clatter of the whisk and spoon echoing through the sugar-strewn floor. you made a lunge, trying to tap his shoulder with your spoon, but he sidestepped your attack. in retaliation, he flicked the whisk, sending a spray of flour cascading over your hair, leaving it dusted with a white, powdery halo.
you gasped, shaking the flour from your locks like a wet dog. "hey, no fair!"
he grinned, holding up the whisk in surrender. "alls fair in love and war, my sweet," he teased, his voice laced with playful affection.
wes went quiet for a moment, observing your flour-dusted face. he could feel his heart swelling.
“fuck, i love you.” he tossed the whisk aside somewhere on the counter, freeing his hands to cup your face, his thumbs gently brushing away the flour that clung to your soft skin. he leaned in, his eyes fluttering closed as he brought his lips to yours in a gentle kiss.
you threw your own spoon somewhere on the floor, wrapping your arms around his neck. your fingers tangling in his hair as you deepened the kiss, pouring all of your devotion into the moment.
just as your kiss reached its peak, a shrill, piercing sound shattered the romantic atmosphere. the smoke alarm blared to life, its cacophonous wail filling the kitchen and startling the lovestruck couple. the scent of burning meat wafted through the air.
you sprang apart, both of your eyes wide with surprise and mild panic. you looked towards the stove, where wisps of black smoke curled up from the pan, the once succulent meat now a charred, inedible mess. the fire alarm continued to scream, its shrill cry demanding immediate attention.
"oh, shit" you quickly grabbed a pot holder and rushed to the stove. you turned off the burner, the hiss of the burning meat fading away as the flames died down.
wes hurried to the alarm, waving a dishtowel in front of the sensor until the piercing wail finally ceased, leaving behind a deafening silence. he turned to you, a sheepish grin on his face. "i guess i got a little too caught up in the moment," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck apologetically.
you looked at the smoking ruins of their once promising dinner, then back at hicks with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. despite the disappointment of the burnt meal, you couldn't help but dissolve into laughter, the sound ringing out in the suddenly quiet kitchen.
“i thought you said you were a five-star chef?”
he hung his head in mock shame, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "in my defense it's hard to focus on cooking when i have such a beautiful distraction standing next to me."
wes looked at the mess in the pan, then back at your expression. he couldn't help but chuckle at the situation, shaking his head in self-deprecating laughter.
"well, i think it's safe to say that my culinary ambitions have officially gone up in smoke," he joked, gesturing to the ruined meat with a wry smile.
you grinned, eyes sparkling as you surveyed the flour-and-sugar coated kitchen. you stepped closer to your boyfriend, slipping your arm around his waist as you peered up at him.
"tell you what, how about we order a pizza instead?" you suggested, voice laced with playful teasing. "i have a feeling that's about the extent of your culinary talents, mr. five-star chef." you smirked, poking his chest lightly with your finger. this of course was but a lie. when given the actual chance, wes is an amazing cook. he just has tendencies to get wrapped up in your company and forget about everything else he was doing.
he laughed, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around your waist. "youre probably right," he admitted. "but i have to warn you, my pizza ordering skills are almost as impressive as my whisk-wielding abilities." he winked, gesturing to the flour still dusting his hair and shirt.
“oh my god, shut up you dork,”
you giggled.
“pizza it is.”
` ੈ˚ ★ a / n : i hope this is to your liking =). i love wes i miss him top 10 saddest anime betrayals . ps i already have one other wes fic posted + some headcanons if you haven’t checked those out already <3
pairing: marc spector x reader centric, steven grant x reader, jake lockley x reader
summary: after an argument with marc, you go missing. he tears himself apart trying to find you.
warnings: a dive into the mind of marc spector, angst, hurt with some comfort (i.e. jake and steven), kidnapping, vague descriptions of violence.
word count: 3.0k
notes: kind of a continuation of all the echoes in my mind, but can be read as a standalone. written as part of the @moonknight-events bingo! prompt: "insecure", I promise that not all my entries will be this sad lol
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You’re not home yet.
It’s nearly been three hours. Marc paces the apartment like a caged animal, likely wearing the hardwood underneath his feet. Steven and Jake have run their course about how stupid he is, how he shouldn’t have said what he said, how he should’ve run after you the second you stepped out the door—
But jokes on them. There can be no harsher critic of Marc than Marc himself.
He checks his phone again in case you’ve responded to his many texts and calls, but there’s nothing. As far as he knows, you haven’t even seen any of it.
His temper still lingers under their skin, and he holds it tight with both hands; anger is easy. It’s easier than admitting that the peaks in his heartrate and the sweat on his brow is from anything other than his own self-flagellation.
Anger is familiar.
This, however? The waiting for you to walk through the door, or to give them any sign of life—so much of his sanity rests in the comfort of you being safe. Marc didn’t realize how lucky he was to not know what this was like. Now, he doesn’t know if he can ever forget it.
Jake’s voice is clipped. “Check again.”
They’re all on edge, and it’s terrible. Most of the time, at least one of them manages to keep a level head during stressful situations—usually Marc. Jake is prone to anger, Steven to anxiousness.
“Marc!” Steven yanks him out of his head, and his phone is in his hand without any memory of having taken it out of his pocket. He does a dutiful look through his notifications—nothing.
Three sets of disappointment and concern pile on top of one another and drags them all down so much further.
“Do…” Steven’s voice is quiet. Unsure. “Do you think something might’ve happened to her?”
There is no dissenting opinion, no devil’s advocate. Marc doesn’t try to calm his alters down, and only clenches his jaw.
You’ve never gone quiet on them like this. They’ve never let you leave the flat at night like this. They always opted to be the one to go take a walk because even in the middle of an argument, they wouldn’t risk your safety.
The lingering silence is Steven’s answer.
When the suit wraps itself around his body, the accompanying burst of power in his veins is suffocating. His wounds begin to numb over, but Marc barely notices. He hasn’t spared them a thought since you left.
The cool air does nothing to assuage him. Clouds blot out the sky, leaving nothing but a murky backdrop as he scales up the nearest building for a vantage point. A quick scan over the horizon—nothing. Not a hint of your silhouette under the streetlights, and a lump forms in his throat.
“Khonshu!”
A gust of wind signals the god’s arrival, who, even with a bird’s skull for a head, looks remarkably bored as Marc is clinging to any semblance of sanity. He must already know what’s going on but frustratingly just spreads out his hands, a silent question—what?
Marc grits his teeth. “Where is she?”
“Who?”
“Khonshu.” The name is a snarl on his lips.
He simply scoffs. “You have the gall to make demands? As if I need to be involved with your lover’s spat?”
“She’s not answering her phone.”
A lingering pause.
“She might be in danger,” Marc snaps, trying to get the god to understand even a fraction of the severity of the situation. They might bloody their hands night after night, staining London’s streets each time they go out on patrol, but it’s never enough. There are always more monsters to take their place, and the thought that you might have run into one of them—
Khonshu cocks his head. “Maybe she’s just finally had enough of you.”
Marc hates how that’s a possibility. Still, desperation crawls out of his throat. “Can you find her?”
Khonshu turns to look over the city, the silence stretching out between them. Whatever divinity he’s channeling, Marc isn’t privy to; all he can do is stand there like a useless dumbass and wait for some hint of you to show up on the god’s radar. Even if you had had enough and never want to see him again—he’ll swallow down that fate in stride as long as he knows that you’re safe.
When Khonshu finally breaks from searching, his head cocks slightly to the side. “Interesting.”
This is hardly the time for theatrics. “Do not—”
“I cannot find her,” the god admits. Not apologetic or ashamed, but—awed. “Where she is right now, her footsteps through the city—there is nothing, Marc Spector. There’s not even a trace of her in your own home.”
The blood rushes in his ears. His chest constricts until he can barely breathe at all. Marc barely manages to wrap his head around the information before Jake and Steven come roaring back again, shocked and confused.
“Stupid fucking bird—”
“She was right here!
“Let me out, pendejo, I swear—”
“What the bloody hell does he mean—”
“How?” Is all Marc manages to get out, every one of his senses on overload.
“Something is hiding her from me; whatever took your lover is very powerful indeed.”
Took. Not a single doubt about it now: something took you. Kidnapped you because Marc couldn’t keep it together for ten-fucking-minutes. Jake and Steven can prattle all they want in the background—his mission is clear.
“Where do we start?”
-
The flat seems even bleaker when they return, your absence all the more chilling. Steven clamours to take the reins with the obvious assumption that research is the first step they need to take, but that’s quickly dashed away when Khonshu returns with a name.
“Apep.” God of darkness and disorder, Steven supplies from their head. “He’s been cast away for eons, but there have always been those trying to get him to return.”
“It’s another cult?”
Jake swears under his breath. “Figures.”
Ignoring them, Marc presses on. “Who are we dealing with now?”
“If it were easy to find them, I would’ve done it already,” Khonshu bristles. “Apep is helping them—hiding them as they work. I will continue to do what I can.”
“Fine.”
The god disappears in a whirlwind of loose papers, and Marc switches gears. Steven might have the advantage in research, but tracking? The skills he’s honed as a Marine and as a mercenary wait for him like an old pair of shoes; the others can’t help but let him work in peace.
He finds some old tourist map that spans over the city and unfolds it across the dining table. There are only so many places you would’ve gone, so many routes you could’ve taken. London doesn’t become deserted at night and barring any divine intervention, kidnapping someone would cause a scene—you would have caused a scene, he thinks, imagining you fighting tooth and nail against your assailants, screaming for someone to help—
Marc closes his eyes, clenches his jaw. A wave of pain washes over him, and he languishes in it for a minute, not a moment more.
His eyes reopen, spots dancing across his vision as he analyzes the map again. The feeling has been sealed shut into a box, shoved into a corner of his mind. Steve would throw a fit about his mental state if it were any other time, lecturing him on coping mechanisms and compartmentalization, but there’s no time for him to feel sorry for himself.
He grits his teeth and refocuses his train of thought. If they’re up against a cult, then they probably would’ve sent multiple people to grab you. Would’ve had to lure you somewhere quiet if it was by force, or they could have convinced you to go with them somehow. Or threatened you. Or…
The more he gets into it, the more he feels himself detaching from the situation, piece-by-piece. The memory of you is like a minefield; it’s a testament to his will that he can recall anything about you without breaking down. What you were wearing—and not the look on your face—when you left. Your favourite park—and not how your hand fits perfectly into his as you walked down the paths—that you might have passed through.
He reduces you to intel, just another folder on his desk. It’s not unfamiliar to him. He wouldn’t have made it this far if he couldn’t take an objective approach to his work. But it’s different because it’s you, because the stakes include you, and when he looks up to try to ground himself again, he spots your favourite mug on the coffee table. Half-empty.
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If Layla were here.
The words bounce around his head as Marc stares up at the ceiling. He didn’t mean it. Steven and Jake are both better with words than Marc, but he’s never loved you any less—he’s never wanted you to be anyone but yourself.
It’s been almost two days since you left, and it’s only now that he’s allowed himself to be corralled into bed. His grip of the hot seat is ironclad, however, which means that the body isn’t getting any sleep tonight. The sun will rise soon, and he’ll pick up his work right where he left off.
Quietly, from the back of his head: “Marc?”
“Could’ve taken the victim anywhere,” Marc murmurs, mind still whirring in the dark.
“’Victim’?” Steven’s voice shifts to be full of indignance. “How could you possibly call her that?”
“Ay, easy on him,” Jake pipes up. For Jake to immediately to jump to his defence means that Marc must be worse off than he thought, but he can’t bring himself to care. “How’s it going, hombre?”
“No sightings on any security cameras. Nothing reported to the cops.” Hours of his time—your time—summarized in a breath. His face remains blank. “I’m going to sweep the remaining areas tomorrow. Find some people who might’ve seen something.”
He’s been doing nothing but cross possibilities off his list. It’s barely any progress and his remaining leads are weak, but his resolve is as strong as ever.
“Nothing from Khonshu?”
“No.” Marc has no idea what the god is doing.
They lay in silence for a bit, listening to the maddening tick-tick-tick of the clock on the wall. Anger is unsustainable, but Marc wishes that they’d return to yelling at him again. At least he knows what to do with that.
Instead, all he gets is Steven’s restrained tone: “Something has to change, you know.”
“Are you really telling me to go to therapy right now?”
“Can’t do much else.” For a moment, Steven’s bitterness resonates. There’s another conversation to be had here—one about their individual capabilities and protective natures—but Marc lets it rest for the night. He knows he’d be driven up the wall if their situation was reversed, if you were in danger and he had to rely on someone else to save you.
He still deflects. “Not the time for this.”
“Maybe not,” Steven concedes, “but you need help, Marc.”
Distantly, Marc recognizes that he’s always needed help. Even after reconciling with Steven and Jake, even after meeting you—the wounds are still there, despite how hard he’s tried to ignore them. He’s stubborn and self-destructive, not stupid.
“We’re with you, always,” Jake adds. Discomfort crawls under Marc’s skin from the supportive words, and he knows that his alters are well aware of it. It’s never stopped them, of course.
“We can talk about this after—after we save her.”
A general murmur of consensus. Marc quickly regains his footing, eager to move on from this line of conversation.
“I’ll find something. Or Khonshu will.” Steady and reassured—trying to convince them and himself. “We’ll get her back.”
Steven’s voice is small, even in the confines of their head. “But why would they take her in the first place?”
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“He needs an avatar?” The body hasn’t slept in days. That void of feeling pulses with anger, desperation, fear—it simmers low in their gut, a torch passed along between them.
“Apep will need a vessel once they release him.”
“Here I thought one of his cultists would volunteer.”
Khonshu taps his staff against the ground thoughtfully. “They knew we would come after them, and we’re not the only ones.”
For the briefest of moments, Marc feels hopeful, like the odds aren’t as stacked against them as they thought. It disappears just as fast—Khonshu doesn’t deliver hope. The blood drains out of his face as he actually starts to consider the god’s words.
“If Apep possesses your precious lover, would you really be able to stop her? To take up arms against her?”
Khonshu leans in close then, hollowed eyes burrowing into him.
“Would you let others do the same?”
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Over the next week, things begin to look up.
Someone’s girlfriend’s cousin says that they saw someone who looked like you walking down The Mall. There’s a fuzzy image of a car with no license plates. Khonshu catches the briefest hint of you on Westminster Bridge and follows you far, far east—it’s a mere grain of information that’s slipped through Apep’s power, but it’s enough for Marc.
They find the car abandoned in Dover, near the water. It rules out France—driving through the Eurochannel would’ve been the fastest route there, after all. Trying to take a public ferry would’ve been stupid with a captive, which means that they probably chartered or owned a boat.
The remaining pieces fall into place, and he can feel the anticipation from the others build in the background. Marc has led the charge so far with very few breaks to let Steven and Jake breathe a little. Steven misses you so much, he cries whenever he fronts. Jake has gone eerily quiet, and Marc knows what’s simmering underneath the surface; when the fighting starts, Jake will be called to action. His excitement is brutal.
It's all coming to an end soon. Laying on some dirt in the Norwegian countryside, shrouded in darkness, Marc’s never seen more stars in his life. If he’s right—and he is right—they’ll be bringing you to a nearby compound for the final step of their ritual. He couldn’t care less about the how or why. Come the morning, you’ll be here. Marc will get them inside. Jake will get to you. And then…
Marc will probably never be the partner that you deserve, and you never should’ve been subjected to his life. To sleepless nights and patching up his injuries and comforting him after nightmares that has him thrashing in the sheets—
But he can’t survive without you. It’s a simple little fact that gives him the power to move mountains; there are none bigger than the mess of his own head.
Exhaustion creeps up on him, and he can’t help but struggle against it. Fighting to keep his eyes open, his thoughts spill into the air. “Need to take care of her first.”
“Taking care of yourself is taking care of her,” Steven says gently. Have they had this conversation already? Marc’s been so singled in on this mission that everything else has fallen by the wayside. He can’t remember the last thing he ate, or what he’s wearing under the suit. The ground is the softest thing he’s ever felt.
If there’s any comparison to be made between you and Layla, it’s that he’s failed both of you. Maybe he could be different this time. Even if you decide that you want nothing to do with him after all this, he could still get help. He’ll have Steven and Jake. He’ll have himself and his scrappy resolve and the memories of this heart-aching pain, and maybe he’ll finally get better.
Marc lets his eyes close; the body needs rest for what’s to come. You don’t deserve any less than their best.
Just a few more hours.
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Marc watches the fight from their headspace. Jake doesn’t miss a single shot and never so much as falters when one of them manages to land a hit. This is the longest break Marc’s gotten from fronting in a while, but he can’t bring himself to look away.
Jake loops their arm around the neck of cultist unlucky enough to be nearby, gripping his hair so hard Marc can nearly feel the strands through his fingers, feel it when Jake jerks their arm to the side and twists—
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Your handlers left you alone in another room with nothing but a hard cot to curl into as you waited for them to retrieve you again. Locked inside but unbound—Marc hates how you startle when he breaks through the door.
Eyes wide, your mouth opens and closes multiple times without success. “You—you came.”
Marc wishes there weren’t so much surprise in your tone. Of course he came for you, it was never a choice for him—for any of them.
But clearly there was a part of you that thought he wouldn’t, wasn’t there? That he might just leave you in the clutches of some power-hungry cult because—because what, you’re not his ex-wife? Because you think he doesn’t love you?
The need to rectify that pierces his heart. He pulls you close, knuckles white in your shirt. “I love you.”
You shake in his arms. “Marc—”
“I love you.”
The words don’t stop; they fall from his lips like a prayer. Even as you weep, soaking the suit with your tears, he says it. I love you. I love you. I love you. In every variation, in every way—he’ll never let you believe otherwise again. He’ll say it over and over, work tirelessly to become the man you both deserve. For the rest of your lives. For the rest of time.
⋆ ★ enjoying your night with your girlfriend mindy, a much needed break from all of the restless chaos in both of your lives.
cw ᝰ .ᐟ fem!readers only ,, sfw ,, this is kinda very short i just wanted to write smth for my girl
mindy lounged on the worn, navy blue couch that dominated your shared dorm room, the fabric soft and moldable from countless hours of use. the room was dimly lit, the only light emanating from the flickering screen of your boxy tv tucked into the corner. mindy's eyes were glued to the screen, taking in every gory detail of the low-budget horror flick you had queued up for movie night.
behind the couch the wall was adorned with a mix of posters and artwork, a chaotic collage of mindy's deepest obsessions. a vintage marvel poster, its colors faded and creased, hung beside a framed photo of mindy and you grinning maniacally at comic-con, dressed as black widow and scarlet witch. beneath them, a collection of horror movie posters.
the air was thick with the scent of microwave popcorn and the lingering aroma of your perfume. mindy's nose wrinkled slightly as she caught a whiff of it, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
mindy's eyes flicked away from the screen as she heard the rustling and clattering of items from the kitchen, her ears perking up at the sound of her girlfriends movements. she sat up slightly, glancing towards the kitchen doorway, expecting to see you emerge at any moment with an armful of snacks and treats.
"babe, hurry up!" mindy called out, her voice tinged with a mix of excitement and impatience. "swear im gonna start charging you for those snacks you’re making me wait on."
her fingers tapped against the arm of the couch as she waited, her leg bouncing slightly in anticipation. the kitchen light spilled out into the dim living room, casting a warm glow across the floor and illuminating the clutter of discarded clothes and empty soda cans strewn haphazardly about.
mindys gaze darted between the tv screen and the kitchen doorway, her attention divided between the gory spectacle unfolding before her and the anticipation of your return. she couldn't help but feel a flicker of annoyance at the delay, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of warmth and affection as you finally appeared in the doorway, laden down with an assortment of snacks and treats.
"there you are," a grin spread across her face as she reached out to take a fistful of potato chips from the bag you held out to her.
the curly haired girl scooted over slightly on the couch, making room for you to settle in beside her. as you sat down, the couch creaked softly beneath your combined weight, the worn springs compressing.
"about time, too. i was starting to think you'd gotten lost in our pantry or something."
you rolled your eyes, but a grin tugged at the corners of your lips as you settled in beside mindy on the couch.
"well, excuse me for wanting to find the perfect snack to complement our gory viewing experience," you retorted, holding up a bag of chocolates. "besides, someone's got to keep your blood sugar up, meeks."
mindy scoffed, plucking a few of the chocolate candies from the bag and popping them into her mouth. "pfft, please. im not the one who needs a constant influx of sugary snacks to keep going," she teased, nudging you playfully with her elbow. "i think it's you who's got the sweet tooth."
you gasped in mock outrage, clutching at your chest dramatically. "i do not! i just...appreciate the finer things in life," you declared, voice dripping with feigned haughtiness. "and ive seen the way you inhale entire pizzas like it's your job. i think you're the one with the unnatural appetite."
mindy laughed, leaning in closer to you. "guilty as charged," she murmured, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "but then again, i burn a lot of calories being this charming and witty all the time. gotta keep my energy up somehow."
rolling your eyes, a playful smirk tugged at your lips as you leaned in closer. "charming? you mean annoying, don't you?" you teased, voice dropping to a low, playful whisper. "i think you just like hearing yourself talk."
mindy's grin widened, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she reached out to playfully walk two fingers up the sleeve of your shirt. "well, i am pretty fascinating company," she quipped, her gaze flickering briefly to your lips before meeting your eyes once more. "but if youd rather go back to watching this d-list movie, i suppose i could try to be less captivating."
your gaze softened, a gentle smile playing at the corners of your mouth. "you know what? i think id rather be annoyed by you," you murmured, voice barely above a whisper. "besides, its not like they have much left to do besides show a bunch of people running and screaming."
mindy's heart skipped a beat. "can’t resist me, huh?..." she trailed off.
your smile softened into a gentle, affectionate grin as you let mindy pull you in closer, until you were nestled against the curve of her body like a puzzle piece clicking into place. "no, i can't resist you," you murmured, voice barely a whisper as she settled your head onto the crook of mindy's shoulder.
her arm curled around your waist, holding you close as she nuzzled into your hair, breathing in the sweet scent of your perfume. it was a scent that had become achingly familiar to mindy, a smell that always seemed to linger in their shared dorm room long after you had left for class or work.
as the movie played on in the background, mindy found herself paying less and less attention to the flickering screen, her focus instead zeroing in on the soft, warm weight of your body pressed against her own. she could feel the gentle rise and fall of your chest with each breath you took, could feel the way your fingers absently toyed with the hem of her shirt.
meeks hand drifted lazily up and down your side, her fingertips tracing the gentle curve of your waist and hip through the thin fabric of your shirt. she could feel the warmth of your skin beneath, the way your muscles twitched slightly at the touch.
every so often, you would tilt your head to the side and press a soft, lingering kiss to mindy’s jaw or chin.
on the tv, the movie continued to play, but neither of them were paying it much mind anymore. instead, they were lost in their own little world, wrapped up in the simple pleasure of being close to one another. mindys chin rested atop your head, her breath ruffling the silky strands of your hair as she held you near.
every so often, one of them would chuckle softly at some long-forgotten joke from the movie, or murmur a teasing comment under their breath. but mostly, they were quiet, content to simply exist in this moment of peaceful, intimate silence.
mindy's thumb traced circles on your hip, the gentle touch a soothing, almost hypnotic sensation. she could feel the tension slowly bleeding out of your body, could sense you relaxing more and more into her embrace with each passing second.
she pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your temple before murmuring lowly against your skin, "hey, sleepyhead... how about we just forget the movie and go to bed? im feeling pretty tuckered out myself."
without waiting for a response, mindy carefully slid out from behind you, mindful not to disturb you too much. she stood up, her muscles flexing as she stretched. y/n blinked up at her, a sleepy, dazed look on your face as you took in the sight of mindy looming over you.
mindy reached down and scooped you up into her arms, cradling you close to her chest. you instinctively wrapped your arms around her neck, nuzzling into the crook as mindy began to carry you towards your shared bedroom.
the room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the soft glow of the lamp on your girlfriends bedside table. the bed was a tangled mess of sheets and blankets, a testament to the restless sleep of two people who shared a bed but rarely slept at the same time.
mindy carefully laid you down on the bed, her hands lingering on your waist and hips as she eased you down onto the mattress. your eyes fluttered closed, a soft, contented sigh escaping your lips as you burrowed into the warmth of the bed.
mindy quickly shed her own clothes, tossing them carelessly to the floor before sliding in beside you, pulling you close and wrapping her arms around your waist. you instinctively rolled over to face her, hands coming up to cup mindy's face as you pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips.
"goodnight, mindy," you murmured against her lips, voice soft and drowsy with sleep.
she smirked softly, her eyes glinting with playful mischief even in the low light of the bedroom. "must've really taken a lot out of you, huh? all that intense snack hunting?" she teased, her voice a low, gentle murmur.
you let out a soft, sleepy chuckle, your own eyes crinkling at the corners as she gazed up at Mindy. "shh, don't start," you mumbled, words slightly slurred with exhaustion.
mindy just grinned, leaning in to press one last soft kiss to your forehead before settling back against her pillow. she tightened her arms around you, holding you close as she felt her own eyelids growing heavy.
"goodnight, babe," she whispered, her voice barely audible as she felt herself starting to drift off.
` ੈ˚ ★ a / n : this was so short but i just wanted a cute little blurb of ma girl ( ^ω^ ) — please send plot requests i beg + i do other fandoms
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hi thank you so much for your support i saw your message im so so glad you enjoyed my story !! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ absolutely i accept requests for all of my boys (steven, marc, jake) . but i especially love writing for steven =). request away!
⋆ ★ when you’re found vandalizing a nearby alleyway it isn’t just police officers you steal the attention of.
cw ᝰ.ᐟ sfw ,, swearing ,, fem!reader ,, alcohol ,, running from the cops ,, nathans not slick at all
PURPOSELY LOWERCASE 🎧 &&. written on iphone , sorry if funky format !
the alley was narrow and dank, the kind of place where the sun rarely pierced the gloom. the walls were covered in a patchwork of graffiti, the once-vibrant colors now faded and dull. the air hung heavy with the stench of rotting garbage and stale piss. empty beer bottles and crumpled fast food wrappers littered the grimy concrete, crunching underfoot with each step.
at the far end of the alley, a single flickering streetlamp cast a sickly yellow glow, barely illuminating anything. the sound of distant traffic and muffled laughter from a nearby pub drifted in, a stark contrast to the eerie silence that permeated this forgotten corner of the city.
brick walls loomed on either side, their jagged edges crumbling and sharp. the uneven cobblestones beneath your feet were slick with a mixture of rainwater and god knows what else, the slick surface glinting under the yellow glow of a single flickering streetlamp.
your heart raced as you scrawled a crude, lewd drawing on the wall with a can of spray paint, tongue poking out the side of your mouth in concentration. the harsh, acrid scent of the paint filled your nostrils, making your eyes water. you were just putting the final touches on your masterpiece when the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the alley.
two burly, uniformed figures emerged from the shadows, their silhouettes growing larger and more menacing as they approached. your breath caught in your throat as one of them, a beefy man with a thick mustache, barked out a command.
"oi, you there! what d’ya think you're doing, you little tart?"
your instincts screamed at you to run, and without a second thought, you dropped the spray can and bolted. your heart hammered against your ribs as you sprinted down the alley, hair whipping behind you.
the cops gave chase, their heavy boots pounding against the ground, growing louder and closer with each passing second. your lungs burned as you ran, chest heaving with the effort. you could hear them shouting behind you, their voices tinged with anger and frustration.
your heart pounded like a drum in your ears as you tore out of the alley, lungs screaming for air. the cool night breeze whipped past your face, moving strands of your hair across your eyes. you blinked away the obstruction, gaze fixed straight ahead as you raced along the dimly lit sidewalk.
the bustling streets of london blurred past you, the neon signs and flickering streetlamps a kaleidoscope of color. the distant wail of a police siren sent a jolt of fear through your spine, spurring you on to run faster. your feet slapped against the pavement, the sound echoing in the narrow gap between towering buildings.
up ahead, a tall, lanky figure leaned against a wall, his posture casual and relaxed. he was dressed in a tattered flannel, his curly brown hair disheveled and falling into his eyes. as you sprinted closer, he glanced up, his gaze flicking over to you with a mix of curiosity and amusement.
nathan watched the girl racing towards his direction, her face etched with panic and fear. he could hear the heavy footsteps and shouted orders of the cops hot on her heels. a slow, mischievous grin spread across his face as an idea took shape. he pushed off from the wall, falling into step beside the fleeing girl.
"oi, love," nathan called out, his voice tinged with a thick Irish accent. "looks like yer in a bit of a pickle, yeah? need a hand?"
he gestured to a narrow alleyway branching off the main street, hidden in the shadow of a crumbling brick archway. "there's a way out back there, if ye want it. might be a tight squeeze, but it beats getting caught by those blokes." he jerked his thumb back towards the alley, his grin widening. "fancy a detour?"
y/n’s eyes flicked to Nathan, taking in his disheveled appearance and the mischievous glint in his eyes. you hesitated for a split second, heart still pounding wildly in your chest. the sound of the cops grew louder, their shouts more insistent, urging you to make a decision.
biting your lip, you nodded jerkily, a flicker of relief and gratitude in your eyes. "aye, alright then. lead the way," you gasped out, words punctuated by ragged breaths.
nathan's grin widened. "right this way, miss," he spoke with a note of mocking formality in his voice. he led you down the narrow passageway. the alley twisted and turned, a labyrinth of shadowy corridors and hidden nooks. nathan navigated it with ease, clearly familiar with the secret paths and shortcuts. you followed close behind, heart gradually slowing as the sounds of the pursuing cops faded into the distance.
finally, after what felt like an eternity, you emerged into a small, walled-off courtyard. a single streetlamp cast a feeble glow over the space, illuminating a few rusted metal chairs and a overturned crate that served as makeshift seating.
nathan turned to face you, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket. "there we are. safe and sound." he cocked an eyebrow at you, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
"cheers," you panted out, a hint of a grin on your face. "i owe you one."
the boy raised an eyebrow, looking you up and down, taking in your disheveled appearance and the adrenaline still sparkling in your eyes. "aye, you do," he agreed. "so, what's a pretty little thing like you doing, getting yerself into trouble with the coppers? guessing it's not yer first time, yeah?"
you held your breath. you could feel the heat radiating off his body, could smell the strong scent of cigarette smoke and something uniquely him.
you leaned against the rough brick wall, catching your breath as you eyed nathan warily. you werent in the mood for idle chatter, especially not with a complete stranger. all you wanted was a moment to collect yourself.
nathan, however, seemed undeterred by your look of lack of enthusiasm. he didn’t wait for you to reply, instead taking a step closer, his gaze roaming over you appraisingly. "you've got a pair of lungs on ye, sprinting like that." he chuckled, a low, gravelly sound.
you rolled your eyes, pushing off from the wall and moving to brush past him. "cheers for the help, but im not really in the mood for a chat," you muttered, voice still slightly breathless.
nathan matched your stride easily, falling into step beside you. "aw, don't be like that, love. just trying to be friendly." he grinned, undeterred by your cool reception. "names nathan, by the way."
he extended a hand towards you, waiting for you to introduce yourself in return. "and you are...?" he prompted, his tone laced with curiosity.
“not interested.”
nathan's grin faltered slightly at your blunt refusal, but he quickly recovered, a stubborn glint entering his eyes. he was used to people pushing him away, but something about this girl intrigued him. maybe it was the fire in your eyes or the way you carried yourself with a defiant tilt to your chin.
"ouch, not interested, eh?" nathan said with a dramatic clutch to his chest. "well, can't say i blame ye. im not everyone's cup of tea." he shrugged, his grin returning. "but still, a bloke can try his luck, can't he? especially with a bird as pretty as you."
he took another step closer, invading your personal space. up close you could see the flecks of gold in his green eyes and the dusting of freckles across his nose and cheeks. "come on, don't be like that," nathan cajoled, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "i saved yer sweet little arse, didn't i? the least ye could do is tell me yer name. unless..."
he trailed off, his gaze dipping to your lips before flicking back up to meet your eyes. "yer hiding something? got a price on yer head or something?"
his tone was playful, teasing, but there was a hint of something else beneath the surface. a glimmer of genuine curiosity.
your eyes narrowed and you crossed your arms over your chest. "im not in the habit of spilling my guts to just anyone who comes along," you said, voice sharp and clipped.
nathan had the decency to look mildly offended, but the gleam in his eye never wavered.
"oi, im not just anyone," he protested, his tone playful and mocking. "im a hero, remember? i saved you from the clutches of the law." he struck a dramatic pose, one hand over his heart, the other outstretched as if to ward off an imaginary foe.
you snorted, rolling your eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn't get stuck. "a hero? is that what you call it?" you scoffed. "i call it a bloke with too much time on his hands and a penchant for pissing people off."
his grin only widened at the insult, clearly amused by your demeanor. "guilty as charged," he admitted, not sounding the least bit repentant. "but still, i think that earns me a wee more than a curt 'not interested'. don't you, love?"
he cocked his head to the side, studying you with a critical eye. "tell you what, how about a drink? i know a cracking pub just around the corner. my treat, of course. what do you say, fancy a pint?" he jerked his thumb over his shoulder, indicating the direction of the establishment.
you hesitated, biting your lower lip as you considered the offer. a drink did sound nice, and it would give you a chance to relax. plus, there was something about this guy that both irritated and intrigued you.
"fine," you relented with a put-upon sigh. “but dont think this means anything, yeah? i just need a minute to get my head together."
nathans grin widened into a triumphant smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement and a hint of something more intense. "scout's honor," he declared, holding up a hand in a mock salute. "i won't read too much into it.”
he added with a wink, “well, maybe a little.”
he stepped back, gesturing for you to lead the way out of the courtyard. "ladies first, of course. can't have you tripping and falling into my arms." his tone was teasing, but there was an undercurrent of sincerity in his words.
you rolled your eyes, but a reluctant smile tugged at your lips as you brushed past him. "cheeky git," you muttered under your breath, but the insult lacked its usual bite.
as you emerged onto the bustling london street, nathan fell into step beside you, his long strides easily matching your quicker pace. the pub he'd mentioned was indeed just around the corner, a cozy-looking establishment with a warm glow spilling from its windows and the muffled sound of conversation and laughter drifting out into the night.
nathan held open the door for her, a gallant gesture that seemed at odds with his rough exterior. "after you, my lady," he said, a note of mock formality in his voice.
you hesitated for a moment before ducking inside, the warmth and noise enveloping you like a blanket. the pub was filled with an assortment of patrons, from the after-work crowd still in their suits and ties to the more casual regulars who looked like they'd been there since opening time.
nathan led you to a small table in the corner, the worn wood smooth and slightly sticky beneath your fingers. "what's your poison?" he asked, signaling the barmaid with a jerk of his chin.
you thought for a moment before answering. "whiskey, neat. double."
nathan raised an eyebrow but nodded, relaying the order to the barmaid. a few minutes later, two tumblers of amber liquid appeared on the table, the glass warming in your hands.
he watched as you took a swig of your whiskey, eyes watering slightly at the burn. he couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head. "bloody hell, yer a proper little firecracker, aren't ye?" he remarked, taking a swig of his own drink. "most birds can't handle the hard stuff."
you shot him a withering look, but there was a glimmer of amusement in your eyes. "im not most birds," you retorted, voice sharp. you finished your whiskey in a matter of seconds, purely determined to prove him wrong.
nathan leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "no, you certainly are not," he agreed, his gaze roaming over you appraisingly.
you felt a blush creep up your neck at his bold once-over, but you held his gaze steadily. "and you're a right cheeky bastard," you shot back, voice laced with laughter. "do you always talk to girls like this, or am i just lucky?"
nathan's grin widened, his eyes glinting with mischief. "oh, yer lucky, alright," he said, his voice a low murmur. "not every girl can handle my particular brand of charm."
he leaned forward, invading your personal space just a little. "but yer not like other girls, are ye, baby?" his voice dropped to a husky whisper on the last word, his gaze dipping to your lips before flicking back up to meet your eyes.
you rolled your eyes, but a smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth. "you're bloody right I'm not," you retorted, leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms. "im not one of your little airheads who fall all over themselves for a pretty face and a silver tongue."
nathan gasped, a hand clutched to his chest. "pretty face? i thought you said I was a right cheeky bastard," he said, a note of playful indignation in his voice.
you snorted, shaking your head. "cheeky and pretty. dangerous combination.”
his grin widened. "dangerous for who, love? cause i have to say, yer not exactly a shrinking violet yerself." he finished his whiskey, his gaze never leaving yours.
he signaled the barmaid, pointing to your empty glasses and holding up two fingers. you watched as she nodded, disappearing to fetch your refills.
turning back to you, nathan leaned forward, his elbows on the table and his chin propped up on his hands.
you matched his grin with a smirk of your own. "takes one to know one," you shot back, eyes sparkling. "besides, im not the one who dragged a complete stranger through a dodgy alley and then invited them for a drink."
nathan held up his hands in mock surrender. a laugh escaped him. "but in my defense, i didn't drag you. you came willingly."
you shook your head, a reluctant smile tugging at your lips. "aye, because you gave me no choice," you said, but there was no real bite to your words.
he leaned forward, his elbows on the table, face mere inches from yours. "ah, but that's the thing. you had a choice. you could have told me no. yet you chose to come with me. why do ye think that is?" his voice was a low murmur, his eyes searching yours.
a sudden flush crept up your neck and spread across your cheeks at nathan's intense scrutiny and the low, intimate tone of his voice. you werent used to men looking at you like this, with such blatant interest and something more. something you couldn't quite put your finger on. it made you feel flustered and off-balance, two things you hated being.
"i...shut up," your voice came out more breathless than intended. the barmaid returns with the drinks, placing them down on the table and you quickly took another gulp of your whiskey, hoping the burn would hide the sudden heat in your face.
nathan's grin widened at your flustered reaction, and he leaned back in his chair, looking far too pleased with himself. "thats not very polite, love," he teased, his eyes dancing with amusement. "here i am, being all charming and witty, and ye want me to shut up?"
you glared at him, but the effect was ruined by the blush still staining your cheeks. "youre impossible," you muttered.
he just laughed, the sound rich and warm in the noisy pub. "aye, but you like it," he said, a note of smugness in his voice.
he reached out, plucking your glass from in front of you and taking a deep swig of your whiskey. you watched, eyebrows shooting up.
"cheeky bastard," you muttered, but there was no real heat behind the words. you reached for your glass, only to find it empty. "hey, i was drinking that! you’ve still got your own, dickhead."
nathan shrugged, a look of feigned innocence on his face. "looked like ye needed a top-up," he said, his tone placating. he reached out, grabbing his own glass this time and swiftly finishing his beverage in one go.
you snorted, shaking your head. "i don't need you to tell me what i need," you retorted, but you couldn't quite suppress the smile tugging at your lips.
nathan’s grin widened, "no, i suppose ye don't," he agreed, pushing the empty glass towards you. "but im more than happy to provide, if you'll let me."
he waved his hand once again, gesturing for a refill. “like, how ye definitely need a third drink.”
the barmaid appeared with a fresh round, placing the glasses on the table with a friendly smile. you eyed the liquid, knowing you should probably slow down. but the warmth of the whiskey and the buzz of the conversation had you feeling more relaxed than you had in a long time.
you picked up the glass, swirling the liquid around before taking a sip. the alcohol burned your throat, but you welcomed the sensation, letting it chase away the lingering adrenaline from your narrow escape earlier.
nathan watched her over the rim of his own glass, a thoughtful expression on his face.
you could feel his gaze on you, heavy and intense. you glanced up to find him watching you, eyes dark and unreadable in the dim light of the pub. a faint blush colored his cheeks, a rare sight on a man who seemed to wear his confidence like a second skin.
the moment stretched between them, the noise of the pub fading into the background. your heart stuttered in your chest, a sudden fluttering sensation that caught you off guard. you werent used to this. the way nathan looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.
"what?" you asked softly, voice barely above a whisper. "why are you looking at me like that?"
nathan blinked, seeming to come back to himself. he shook his head slightly, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "like what?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.
you shrug, taking another sip of whiskey to hide your own sudden nervousness. "i don't know. like you're trying to figure me out or something," your gaze dropped to the table.
he was silent for a moment, and you could feel the weight of his stare on her face. "maybe i am," he said finally, his voice thoughtful.
glancing up at nathan, your brows furrow slightly. "and why would you want to do a thing like that?" you asked, with a note of genuine curiosity.
the curly haired boy was silent for a long moment, his gaze never leaving yours. when he spoke, his voice was low and earnest, a stark contrast to his usual teasing tone. "because you’re not like anyone ive ever met before," he said simply.
you felt a fierce blush spreading across your cheeks at his earnest words, the heat of it making you suddenly warm. you werent used to such straightforward compliments.
fustered, you drained the last of your whiskey and set the glass down with a slightly shaky hand. "i...i should probably go," you said, standing up abruptly. "its getting late."
nathan's brows arched slightly at your sudden movement, but he stood as well. "late? its not even midnight yet," he pointed out, a note of disappointment in his voice. "i thought we were getting to know each other."
you shook your head, grabbing your jacket and slinging it over your shoulder. "aye, well, im not used to staying out this late," you said, avoiding his gaze. "i have an early start tomorrow."
it was a lie, and they both knew it. you had no plans for the next day, but you suddenly felt overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. by the way nathan was looking at you with those dark, unreadable eyes. you needed to get some distance, to clear your head and make sense of the strange fluttering sensation in your stomach.
the brunette was silent for a moment, a flicker of something indecipherable in his gaze. then he nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "alright then," he said, his voice a low murmur. "let me walk you home then, yeah? cant have ye getting into more trouble without me around to bail you out, can i?"
with reluctance, you accepted his offer, nodding your head appreciatively. you, after all, would never object to having company during a walk at night.
as you stepped out into the cool night air, nathan fell besides you. the streets were quieter now, the after-work crowds long gone and the late-night revelers yet to emerge.
"well, this is cozy," nathan remarked, glancing around at the narrow, twisting streets. "i feel like im in a bloody episode of sherlock holmes or something."
you snorted, shaking your head. "aye, welcome to the real london," you said, a smirk tugging at your lips. "not all glitter and glamour like in the movies."
he laughed, a rich sound that seemed to echo off the close-set buildings. "no, but there's a certain charm to it," he said, a note of sincerity in his voice. "a gritty, unpretentious charm."
you walked on in comfortable silence for a few moments before nathan spoke again, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "you know, i never did catch your name earlier," he said, a teasing lilt to his voice. "only fair, since ive dragged you halfway across london."
you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't quite suppress the smile that tugged at your mouth. "its y/n," you said, a hint of reluctance in your voice.
"y/n," nathan repeated, trying out the name on his tongue. "pretty name for a pretty girl," a grin spread across his face. "im glad i saved you tonight, y/n. among other things."
you couldn't help but blush at his flirtatious words, ducking your head to hide the sudden heat in your cheeks. "aye, well, im glad you were there too," you admitted, a note of grudging honesty in your voice.
you continued walking, the night air cool and crisp against your skin. nathan couldn't help but steal glances at you as they strolled, admiring the way your hair caught the faint light.
"so, tell me something about yerself, y/n," there was genuine curiosity in his voice. "besides your knack for getting into trouble and your impressive whiskey tolerance."
you thought for a moment before answering, a wry smile on your face. "im an artist," there was a hint of pride in your voice. "i paint, mostly. landscapes and portraits, that sort of thing."
nathan's eyes widened in surprise, a note of admiration in his voice. "an artist, eh? thats impressive," he said, a grin spreading across his face. "id love to see yer work sometime. maybe ye could paint me, capture me rugged good looks." he winked, a teasing lilt to his voice.
shaking your head, you responded. "and i suppose you want me to paint you as some sort of brooding, byronic hero?" you shot back, a smirk playing on your lips.
nathan racked his brain for a response as you walked on, but your curiosity beat him and you glanced over at him, a curious expression on your face. "so, what about you then?" you asked.
nathan was silent for a moment, considering your question. "well, as you can probably tell, im not exactly yer average bloke," there was a wry smile on his face. "ive got a bit of a...gift. call it what you will, but it's made my life a right bloody adventure."
he paused, glancing down at y/n with a mischievous grin. "but im not supposed to talk about it."
just then, they turned a corner and your flat came into view. you want to press further but decide against it. you stop abruptly, pointing to the modest brick building. "there we are," you said, a note of finality in your voice. "home sweet home."
nathan looked up at the building, a slow grin spreading across his face. “nice gaff," he complimented, a hint of approval in his tone. "not bad for a birdie who likes to play fast and loose with the law."
he turned to face you, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. "well, this is where I leave you, love," there was a note of reluctance in his voice. "unless...ye want to invite me in for a nightcap?" he winked, a teasing lilt to his tone.
"i don't think so," you spoke finally, shaking your head. "but..." you paused, a mischievous glint in your eye. quickly, you reached into your back pocket and pulled out a sharpie, grabbing nathan's arm before he could protest.
with a few swift strokes, you scrawled your phone number in bold, graffiti-like font across his forearm, followed by the words "CALL ME" in capital letters.
"there," a smirk visibly showed itself on your face. "now you have no excuse not to ring me up and take me out properly."
nathan glanced down at his arm, a grin spreading across his face as he read the words. he looked back up at you, a note of admiration in his eyes. "well, well, well," he said, a chuckle escaping his lips. "i thought ye wanted to get rid of me, not give me an excuse to see ye again."
with a final wink, he stepped back, giving you a small bow. "until next time then, love," a grin played on his lips. "watch yerself, yeah?"
and with that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing alone outside your flat, a blush on your cheeks and a sudden flutter of anticipation in your chest.
` ੈ˚ ★ a / n : me writing this for me and the remaining 11 nathan young fans left ….. it’s ok i mostly wrote this for myself 💜💜
⋆ ★ studying with ethan is never a good idea. ethan couldn't seem to focus on his textbooks, his attention constantly drifting back to you. he doesn’t understand how you’re able to concentrate so well; and he’s determined to get your priorities back on him.
cw ᝰ .ᐟ sfw for the first half ,, clingy!ethan ,, sub!ethan ,, ghostface storyline is not important to the plot — TURNS NSFW. oral (giving.)
the dorm room was bathed in the soft warm glow of the setting sun, the golden light streaming in through the window and casting long shadows across the cluttered space. the air was thick with the faint scent of ethan's cologne, a mix of musk and something uniquely him.
the brunette was sprawled out on the couch, his lanky frame taking up far more space than it should have. his textbooks lay open on the coffee table, forgotten and ignored as he stared up at the ceiling, his arm draped across his eyes. the room was quiet, unnaturally so, given that his roommate chad was out for the evening, leaving the two of you alone in the small, intimate space.
you sat across from him on the floor, your legs tucked up under you as you flipped through the pages of your own textbook, trying to focus on the words that were supposed to be the focus of your study session.
you could feel ethan's gaze heavy upon you. the weight of his stare made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, a prickling sensation that you couldn't quite ignore. you glanced up, your eyes meeting his, and found him watching you intently, his brown eyes dark and intense.
"hey," he said softly, his voice low and pleading. "can you come sit with me?"
his words were a gentle request, but there was a note of desperation in his tone that made your heart clench in your chest. you knew he was struggling to focus, had been for weeks now, ever since you two had started dating. it was as if your presence had become a distraction, a temptation that he couldn't resist.
you hesitated for a moment, glancing down at the textbook in your lap, the pages filled with notes that you had been trying to absorb. the plea in ethan's voice was hard to ignore, the longing in his eyes impossible to resist.
with a soft sigh, you closed your textbook, keeping the page you were on in mind and rose to your feet. the carpeted floor was soft beneath your feet, the fibers tickling your skin as you moved towards the couch where your boyfriend lay sprawled out.
as you approached, ethan sat up slightly, making room for you on the couch beside him. his t-shirt rode up slightly, exposing a strip of skin at his waist, and you felt a flutter of warmth in your belly at the sight. he was looking up at you with those intense, dark eyes, his gaze filled with a hunger that made your heart race.
you settled yourself beside him, the cushions dipping under your weight as you nestled into his side. you made a point to keep your focus on the textbook that now rested on your lap, the pages filled with diagrams that demanded your attention. you could feel the heat radiating off of ethans body.
you flipped through the pages, your eyes scanning the lines of text, trying to absorb the information that would be on the upcoming calculus exam. but no matter how hard you tried to concentrate, you could feel ethans gaze lingering on you, his eyes tracing the lines of your face and the curve of your neck.
after a while, you felt a soft sigh escape from beside you, and you glanced over to see him running a hand through his disheveled hair, his brow furrowed in frustration. you knew that look well, had seen it on his face countless times over the past few weeks as he struggled to get anything done while you were around.
"can you help me with this?" he said softly, his voice low and a little rough.
he gestured to his own textbook, which lay open on the table in front of him, the pages filled with scribbled notes and half-hearted attempts at solving equations.
he shifted on the couch, his leg brushing against yours as he changed positions, seeking out the slightest bit of contact. you tried to ignore the way your skin prickled at the touch, tried to keep your eyes glued to the page in front of you, but it was growing harder and harder to do so.
you glanced over at him, taking in his disheveled appearance and the way he was looking at you with such open longing.
with a sigh, you closed your textbook and set it aside, giving him your full attention. "you need to focus, ethan."
"i am focusing," he said, but there was a note of petulance in his voice that made it clear he was anything but. "i just...i need you to help me."
you glanced over at ethan, your brows furrowing slightly as you took in his frustrated expression. you knew all too well that he was more than capable of understanding the complex calculus concepts on his own - he was, after all, far more naturally gifted in mathematics than you were. no, this was just another ploy of his to garner your attention, to pull you away from your own studies and focus solely on him.
"i don't think you need my help," you said softly, a hint of amusement coloring your tone. "you know this stuff backwards and forwards already."
ethan's cheeks flushed slightly at your words, a faint pink staining his skin beneath the fading light of the setting sun. he sighed, running a hand through his hair once more, the dark locks falling back into place as he leaned in closer to you.
"please?" he murmured.
"alright," you spoke softly, a gentle smile playing on your lips. "what do you need help with?" your voice was soft, reaching out to take one of his textbooks from the coffee table.
the boys eyes lit up at your words, a small, satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
he took the book from you, flipping to a page and pointing to a particularly complex equation, one that you knew he had already solved a dozen times before. "i don't get this part," he said, his voice slightly breathy. "can you explain it to me?"
you leaned in closer, your shoulder brushing against his as you peered down at the page. the scent of his cologne filled your nostrils, a masculine smell that made your head swim. you could feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek as you leaned in, your face mere inches from his own.
"sure," you murmured, pointing to the equation. "its a simple application of the chain rule. you just need to differentiate each part of the function separately and then add them together."
as you spoke, you could feel his gaze on you, lingering on your face as you explained the concept. you knew, with a sinking feeling in your stomach, that he wasn't really listening to your explanation at all. he was listening for the sound of your voice, drinking in the way you spoke.
when you finished explaining, you start to pull away, ready to return to your own studies and the work that you had set aside to help him. but before you could do so, your boyfriends hand was on your arm, his fingers wrapping around your wrist in a gentle but firm grip.
"wait," he said, his voice low and slightly desperate. "can you show me another one?"
you paused, glancing back at him with a slightly puzzled expression. You knew he didn't really need your help. but the plea in his voice was hard to ignore, the way his fingers tightened around your wrist a silent beg for your attention.
"e-" you started, but he cut you off before you could finish your thought.
"please," he said, voice barely above a whisper. "i really need the practice."
you hesitated for a moment, glancing down at your own textbook, the pages filled with your notes and highlights, a testament to the hours you had spent studying and preparing for the exams that loomed on the horizon.
"okay," you said softly, and you patiently explained a few more equations to him, guiding him through the steps and watching as he scribbled down the solutions in his neat, precise handwriting.
as he worked, you found yourself studying his face, taking in the way his long lashes cast shadows on his cheeks, the way his jaw clenched slightly as he focused. the way he seemed to work effectively under your watch. he was handsome, devastatingly so, and you felt a warmth bloom in your chest as you watched him, a feeling of pride and affection that was hard to ignore.
eventually, after he had worked through the last equation on the page with a satisfied nod, you leaned back against the couch cushions, a small smile playing on your lips. "you don't need my help anymore," you said softly, a note of teasing in your voice.
he glanced up at you, a flicker of a smirk on his lips before it faded, replaced by a look of something else. "but i need you," he huffed, his voice whiny.
you blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift in his demeanor, the way his eyes seemed to bore into your own, searching, demanding. "what do you mean?" you asked, a note of confusion in your voice.
ethan's hand was on yours, his fingers curling around your own as he looked up at you. "can you just focus on me?" he asked, his voice laced with emotion.
your heart skipped a beat at his words, a rush of warmth flooding your veins at the raw honesty in his tone.
his grip on your hand tightened slightly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a gesture that sent a shiver down your spine. "i just...i want you to focus on me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
you hesitated for a moment, but you found yourself slowly giving in to his plea.
with a soft sigh, you leaned back against the couch cushions, the worn fabric soft and familiar against your skin. you held out your arms, gesturing for ethan to lay his head on your chest, a silent invitation for him to get closer.
ethan didn't need to be told twice. in a matter of seconds he had shifted his position, his lanky frame settling against your own as he lay his head on your chest. his arm draped across your stomach, his hand coming to rest just above your hip.
as he settled against you, you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, could feel the way his chest rose and fell with each steady, calming breath. his hair, slightly damp from his recent shower, tickled your chin. the clean, fresh scent of his shampoo filling your nostrils.
you wrapped your arms around him and he let out a soft, contented sigh at your touch, his body relaxing even further into yours, molding himself to the curves of your own.
"is this better?" you asked softly, a note of gentle teasing in your voice as you gazed down at the top of his head, at the way his hair was disheveled, slightly messy, curls more potent than ever, lavished with water still.
ethan nodded, his chin brushing against your breastbone with the movement. "much better," he murmured, his voice slightly muffled by your chest.
his words trailed off, and he lay draped across your chest, arm wrapped possessively around your waist. you could feel the warmth of his breath through the thin fabric of your shirt.
"play with my hair," ethan whined softly, his voice slightly petulant as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. "please?"
he was like a big, overgrown baby, always craving attention and affection.
"alright, alright," you murmured, and you oblige him as you began to run your fingers through his soft, slightly unruly hair. his locks were soft and thick beneath your fingertips, the dark strands slipping easily through your grasp.
the brunette let out a soft, contented moan as you played with his hair, his eyes fluttering closed as he melted further into your embrace.
"mmmm...that feels nice," he murmured, his voice slightly slurred with sleepy satisfaction.
you continued to stroke his hair, your nails lightly scraping against his scalp as you worked your fingers through the dark locks. it was a soothing motion, one that seemed to help calm ethan and allow him to relax fully in your arms.
he suddenly tilted his head up to look at you with that gaze in his eyes. there was a glimmer of something in their depths, a hint of a plea that made your heart skip a beat.
"can i have a kiss?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper. it was phrased like a question, but there was a note of demand in his tone, a silent expectation that you would grant his request no matter what.
you leaned down and pressed your lips gently against his own. his lips were soft and warm beneath yours, perfect against the shape of your own as you deepened the kiss. you could taste the faint lingering flavor of the mint toothpaste he used, could feel the way his breath hitched slightly in his throat as you pulled him closer.
after a long, lingering moment, you finally pulled back, your lips parting from his own as you gazed down at him with a soft, indulgent smile. your hands halted in his hair; almost pulling away. but before you could say anything, ethan was already speaking, his voice whiny.
"no, keep going," he said, his hand coming up to cover yours, stilling your movements in his hair. "please, don’t stop.” he insisted, his voice slightly breathy.
you felt a wave of affection wash over you at the way ethan was clinging to you, both literally and figuratively.
you could feel your boyfriends breathing growing heavier, more labored. his chest rose and fell more rapidly against your own, and you could feel the way his arm around your waist tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hip.
"y/n," he breathed out, his voice barely above a whisper. "you’re so soft."
his words were slightly slurred, his tongue struggling to form the syllables properly. you could tell that he was getting lost in the sensation of your touch, in the feeling of your fingers playing through his hair and your body pressed up against his own.
slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, ethan began to shift his hips, a subtle movement that brought him closer to you. you could feel the growing heat radiating off of him, could sense the way his body was starting to stir with a need that had nothing to do with simple affection.
"feels so good," he murmured, his voice growing slightly louder, more insistent. "dont stop, okay?
ethan's hand begin to slowly trail up your side. his fingers brushed along the curve of your waist, the dip of your hip, before coming to rest just below the hem of your shirt. you could feel the heat of his skin, the way his fingertips tingled with a growing, desperate need.
his hips shifted closer to your own, a subtle movement that brought the growing evidence of his arousal pressing against your thigh. you could feel the hard, insistent length of him through the fabric of his grey sweatpants, could sense the way his body was starting to ache with a hunger that demanded to be satisfied.
his hand slid further up your shirt, his fingertips brushing against the bare skin of your waist. you could feel the way his breathing grew more ragged as he clung to you.
"baby," he gasped out, his voice strained with desire. "i...i don't think i can...i can't..."
his hips bucked slightly, pressing more firmly against your thigh.
ethan let out a choked whimper, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hip as he pressed himself closer to you. "I...I don't...I can't..." he stammered, his voice high and thready with need.
his cheeks flushed a deep, embarrassed red as he realized the growing evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against your thigh. he squirmed slightly, a mix of pleasure and discomfort playing out across his features.
"’m sorry," he mumbled, his voice strained with a confusing tangle of emotions.
he trailed off, unable to put his need into words. ethan was many things, but direct and crude was not one of them. he was too private, too concerned with appearances to come out and say exactly what he wanted.
sensing his embarrassment and hesitation, you guided his trembling hand to your lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his knuckles. you held his gaze with your own, your eyes warm and understanding as you murmured soothingly to him.
"shhh, it's okay," you reassured him, your voice low and gentle. "i know what you need, e."
you could feel the way his body was practically vibrating with desire, the way his hips bucked slightly as he ground his hardening length against your thigh.
with a sudden gentle but firm pressure, you pushed against his chest, guiding him to lay back against the soft cushions of the couch. he resisted for a moment, his eyes widening in surprise at your sudden assertiveness, before yielding to your touch and allowing himself to be maneuvered beneath you.
now straddling his hips, you could feel the length of him pressing urgently against you. could see the way his chest was heaving with each ragged breath, his lips parted slightly as he gazed up at you with a mix of desire, embarrassment, and anticipation.
emboldened by his response, you leaned down, your hair falling like a curtain around the two of you as you captured his lips in a searing, demanding kiss. at the same time, your hands slid down his body, your fingers splaying across the firm muscles of his abdomen before hooking into the waistband of his sweatpants.
ethan gasped into the kiss, his hips bucking slightly as you began to tug his sweatpants down his long, lean legs. he lifted his hips to help you, his breath coming in short, sharp pants against your mouth as more and more of his skin was revealed.
as you finally tugged his sweatpants off completely, you could feel ethan's heart pounding beneath your palm; his skin flushed and hot to the touch. you could see the way his boxers tented, straining against the hardness of him.
"y/n," he whimpered, his voice high and breathy with need. “please,”
his words were a garbled mess, a jumble of pleas and needy whimpers that made your heart race and your core throb.
with a wicked, teasing smile playing at the corners of your lips, you slowly, torturously dragged your fingertips up his inner thighs, feeling the muscles quiver and tense beneath your touch.
he watched you with hooded, lust-darkened eyes. his hands fisted in the couch cushions beneath him, knuckles turning white as he gripped the fabric tightly, bracing himself.
leaning down, you pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the fabric of ethans boxers, feeling him throb against your lips.
"please," he repeated, whimpering, his voice high and breathy with desperation. "please dont tease."
you obliged him, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and tugging them down in one swift motion. his cock sprang free, and you took a moment to admire the sight of him. taking in the way his length curved slightly to the left, the veins that mapped the length of his shaft. the head was a soft, rosy pink, leaking with need.
unable to resist any longer, you leaned in, your tongue darting out to lap at the pearly bead of precum that clung to the tip. ethan let out a guttural moan, his hips bucking up off the couch as he sought more of your touch.
you wrapped your lips around the swollen head of his cock, tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh as you began to take him into your mouth inch by inch. his fingers flew to your hair, tangling in the silky strands as he held you in place, his grip tightening with each passing second.
"oh, fuck,”
you could feel the way his body was trembling beneath you, could sense the coil of tension that was winding tighter and tighter in his core. his chest heaving with the effort of holding back, of trying to make this moment last.
you could taste the salt of his skin, the musky, masculine flavor of his arousal coating your tongue as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft.
"i...im going to...fuck, i can't..." he panted out, his hips starting to piston up to meet your downward movements. "please, i need...i need to..."
you could sense that control slipping away, the way his hips were starting to rock and buck with a mind of their own.
"fuck," ethan groaned, his voice strained and rough with pleasure. "fuck, don't stop. please don't stop."
you could feel the way his dick swelled and throbbed in your mouth; sensing the telltale twitch that signaled his impending release. you doubled your efforts, listening to his strings of whimpers and raspy moans.
ethans grip on your hair tightened, his fingers twisting almost painfully in the silky strands as you bobbed your head up and down. his breath came in sharp gasps, each exhale punctuated by a low, guttural groan that seemed to rumble up from the depths of his chest.
his hips rocked up to meet your movements, seeking more of your heat, more of your touch.
"i...’m getting close," ethan gasped out, his words barely intelligible as he lost himself in the sensation of your hot, wet mouth wrapped around his throbbing cock. "i can't...i can't hold back much longer."
with a final, hard suck, you pulled back, releasing his shaft from your lips with a lewd pop
you gazed up at your boyfriend through hooded, lust-filled eyes, watching as he stared down at you with a look of pure, unadulterated desperation. his chest was heaving, his skin flushed and glistening with a sheen of sweat as he fought to catch his breath.
"then don't hold back," you purred, your voice low and sultry.
with that, you dove back in, taking his throbbing cock deep into your throat. you held him there, swallowing around his length and relishing the way he throbbed and jerked against your tongue.
he let out a strangled cry, his back arching off the couch as his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave. his cock pulsed and twitched, spilling hot, thick ropes of cum directly down your throat as he rode out the intense pleasure.
you drank down every last drop, your throat working to swallow his release as you held him deep in your mouth. the taste of his cum was salty and bitter, but satisfying nonetheless.
as the last spurts of his orgasm tapered off, you slowly pulled back, releasing his softening cock from your lips. you gazed up at ethan with a satisfied, almost smug smile, taking in the way he looked completely wrecked and utterly spent.
as you moved to stand up, intending to grab some tissues to clean him up, his hands flew to your waist, his fingers digging into your skin with a desperate, almost panicked grip. he held you in place.
"no, don't go," he pleaded, his voice rough and ragged from his cries of ecstasy.
he sounded absolutely pathetic, like a needy, whiny child begging his mother not to abandon him.
with a gentle, indulgent smile, you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to ethans forehead, brushing back the sweat-dampened strands of hair that clung to his skin. "it's okay," you murmured soothingly. "im not going anywhere. i was just gonna help you clean up. here baby, come with me."
his eyes fluttered shut, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he leaned into your touch. he was completely pliant, utterly at your mercy as you guided him to stand on shaky legs. his weight leaned against you as you helped him navigate the short distance to his bedroom.
when you entered his room, you couldn't help but take in the familiar surroundings - the unmade bed, the scattered textbooks and notebooks strewn across his desk, the posters of his favorite bands plastered haphazardly on the walls.
you guided ethan to sit on the edge of his bed, his body sinking into the mattress as if it were made of quicksand. he watched you with hooded, dazed eyes as you rummaged through his dresser drawers, searching for a clean pair of sweatpants and boxers.
you could feel his gaze on you, heavy and intense, as you finally found some clothes you turned back to him. he was like a man in a trance, completely under your spell, allowing you to take control and guide him.
"arms up," you instructed softly, and to your surprise, ethan immediately complied, raising his arms above his head like a child being dressed by his mother. you couldn't help but feel a rush of affection and a hint of amusement at his complete submission. you bit back a smile, tugging his shirt off of his figure and leaving his chest bare, knowing he often liked to be shirtless when he was relaxing in his room.
you held out the clean sweatpants and boxers to ethan, who gazed up at you with a look of dazed obedience. he slowly took the garments from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours and sending a little shiver down your spine.
"here, let me help you," you murmured, voice soft and gentle as you knelt down before him. with deft, efficient motions, you helped ethan step out of his old clothes and into the clean ones, tugging his sweatpants up his long, lean legs until they settled around his waist.
ethan complied without a word, his breathing growing slightly heavier as he felt your fingers graze against his sensitive skin.
you couldn't help but admire the way the sweatpants hung low on his hips, the waistband riding just above the sharp v of his pelvis.
"y/n, i...i feel so weird," he mumbled, his words slightly slurred and slow. "like, really weird. but...but good weird. really, really good."
a soft, dreamy smile played at the corners of his kiss-swollen lips, and he let out a low, contented sigh.
"like im floating or something. everything is all warm and fuzzy and...and nice."
you settled back against the pillows on ethans bed, the soft fabric of his comforter brushing against your skin. he eagerly scooched over to you, his body molding against your own as he lay his head on your chest, his ear resting just above your heartbeat.
you could feel the way his body seemed to melt into yours, his limbs growing heavy and pliant as he draped himself across you like a human blanket. his arm curled around your waist, holding you close.
the boy let out a soft, contented sigh, his warm breath ghosting across the sensitive skin of your neck. his chest rose and fell with a slow, steady breath. the rhythm of his breathing syncing with your own.
"mmn...you smell so good," ethan murmured, his voice muffled slightly by the fabric of your shirt. "like vanilla and sex. its a really good combination."
he let out a low, breathy chuckle, his lips brushing against your skin with each exhale. you could feel the way his body was starting to relax, the tension slowly seeping out of his muscles as he melted against you.
you couldn't help but chuckle at his comment, your fingers idly tracing patterns on the warm, bare skin of his back. "well, i’ll have to remember that combination," you teased, your voice light and playful.
you could feel his touch growing slower, more languid. the rise and fall of his chest becoming more even and relaxed against your own.
you gazed down at him, taking in the way his dark lashes fluttered against his cheeks. he looked utterly peaceful, utterly content, his face a picture of blissful exhaustion.
within moments, his eyes drifted shut, and his hand stilled. you could feel the way his body grew heavy, his muscles relaxing completely as he began to drift off to sleep.
as he slept, you couldn't help but brush a few stray strands of hair off his forehead. he looked so young. so vulnerable. so completely at peace in your arms.
smiling softly to yourself, you settled back against the pillows, cradling ethan close as he slept. the room grew quiet, save for the gentle sound of his breathing and the distant hum of the city outside.
as the last rays of the sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, casting a warmth over the room, you let your own eyelids flutter shut. in the soft glow of the setting sun, you closed your own eyes,
“dream of me, baby.”
` ੈ˚ ★ a / n : whaaat … dont look at me like that…. this is so crazy guys ….. someone just broke into my tumblr and wrote ethan smut ….. whaaat…. who would do such a thing…..
I love ur writing sm. Could you please write a Billy or Stu fic? Thank u sm!
PUSH AND PULL, BABY! ⋆ ˚｡ ୨୧ stu macher
⠀⠀⠀ ︵ requested 𓈒 𓄧
⋆ ★ ex lovers rekindle their (constantly flickering) flame after stu is pushed towards confronting you upon seeing you with someone new.
cw ᝰ .ᐟ sfw ,, jealous!stu ,, ghostface!stu and billy ,, stu is intoxicated ,, several mentions of alc
PURPOSELY LOWERCASE 🎧 &&. written on iphone sorry if funky format =)
in the dimly lit, smoke-filled living room, the atmosphere was electric with the energy of dozens of young, carefree souls lost in the throes of music and alcohol. the air hung heavy with the mingled scents of perfume, sweat and the tang of burning cigarettes. bodies swayed to the beat pulsing from the speakers, a mass of limbs and laughter in the flickering glow of the disco ball spinning lazily overhead.
the house was a sprawling two-story affair, its once-pristine walls now adorned with band posters, graffiti art, and the occasional drunken scrawl. the hardwood floors, long since stripped of their varnish, creaked and groaned beneath the weight of the revelers. the kitchen counters were littered with the night's worth of drinking - empty bottles, overflowing ashtrays, and the remnants of half-eaten snacks scattered across.
cordless lights strung haphazardly from the corners of the house and the still of the windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the scene below. the light played across the faces of the dancers; painting them in shades of blue, green and purple, their eyes reflecting the pulsing glow as they moved in time to the music. the air was thick with the acrid tang of marijuana that clung stubbornly to the life within the home.
groups huddled together, engaged in loud conversations. the distant sound of laughter and the occasional shout of drunken revelry; coming from two boys in particular.
stu, his eyes glazed and twitchy from god knows what, sidled up to billy amidst the writhing throng of bodies, pressing up (in billy’s opinion) way closer than he needed to be. he leaned in close, invading his personal space as macher tends to do, shouting over the cacophony of the party to be heard.
his eyes, bloodshot and manic in the disco lights, flicked over to billy with a drunken, lopsided grin. he had to grab billys shoulder to steady himself.
macher grinned maniacally, his eyes darting. "dude!" he hollered, slapping billy hard on the back, nearly knocking the shorter boy off balance. "this parties a fucking BLASTTTTTT! i fuckin' just- i fucking love these things, ya know?!" he gestured vaguely at the gyrating crowd, nearly tripping over his words.
billy scowled, stepping away from stu’s proximity. "jesus, macher. could you not breathe down my neck? and watch the fuckin' hands." he glared at stu’s grinning face.
stu giggled, a high pitched noise that cut through the thumping bass. “my bad, bro.” his grin doesn’t falter, if anything it seems to widen, hardly a trace of a thought behind his eyes. he held up his hands in mock surrender, still grinning like an idiot. "im just tryin' to spread the love, ya know?"
billy rolled his eyes, "more like spread the creep, you fuckin' weirdo." he shook his head in exasperation.
stu laughed, a high-pitched, almost hysterical sound. "creep? man, im just a lover, not a fighter." he punctuated his words with a clumsy, off-beat dance move, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process. when he caught himself, he wound up swaying around in one place, his eyes stuck on the floor.
he seemed out of it all of a sudden, like he was reminded of something. “im a lover, bro.” his eyes stayed stuck on the floor for a while, dissociated in place.
billy eyed him in suspicion. "you dumbass." he crossed his arms. "what's the deal with you tonight, stu? you snort a whole fuckin' bag of crazy or somethin'?"
stu giggled again, a bit too loudly and with an edge that was almost unsettling. "nah man, just the usual shit. ya know, same as always." he waved a hand dismissively, but his grin was starting to look more like a grimace.
he was trying too hard, billy could tell. stu was always a bit of a wild card, sure, but this was different. he was acting even more erratically than usual, his eyes too wide and his laughter too high-pitched. billy had known stu for long enough to recognize the signs of something being off.
he was trying to distract himself, that much was clear. but from what? loomis’ brow furrowed as he studied his friend's stretched smile.
he was trying to act casual, but his body was coiled tight, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.
"you're being a fuckin' weirdo. more than normal. somethin's up with you." billy's voice was low and serious, his eyes narrowing as he studied stu's twitching face. he followed the way stu's gaze kept flicking to the doorway, to the spot where his (freshly) ex - y/n - had been standing by with a guy.
stu licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry. he needed to change the subject. fast. "who, me? man, im just fuckin' lit, ya know?" he forced out another giggle, but it sounded hollow and false even to his own ears.
he was trying to ignore the way his heart was pounding in his chest, the way his skin felt too tight and too hot. he was trying to ignore the way his mind kept flashing back to the sight of you, all over that fuckin' prick's arm. that fuckin' prick who wasn't him. thatstupidfuckingprickwhothefuckevenisthisfuckingguywhyshisfacelooksofuckingstupidijustwanttofuckingkillhimwhatkindofoutfitevenisthat
stu could feel a pressure building in his chest, a tightness that had nothing to do with the beer he'd guzzled or the joints he'd smoked (or the things he’d snorted). it was a different kind of tightness. a squeezing, churning sensation that made it hard to breathe. he pressed a hand to his sternum, trying to will the feeling away, but it only seemed to intensify.
his hand clenched into a fist, knuckles turning white as he pressed it harder against his chest. the pressure inside him was building to a crescendo. he could physically feel it pulsing through his veins, setting his nerve endings alight with a unstable energy.
"fuck, i can't stand seeing them together." stu’s voice was low and guttural, barely audible over the pounding bass. he completely seemed to forget about the fact that he was meant to be covering his jealousy in front of his friend. "it makes me wanna...fuck. I dunno what i wanna do to him exactly, but it's definitely bad." he laughed, but it was a harsh, bitter sound that had no joy in it whatsoever.
“i just wanna- i just wanna kill him. billy, let’s fucking kill him. should- should i talk to them? i should talk to them. i should go over there. billy, i gotta get over there.”
“take it easy, man, that’s a terrible idea, y’gotta chill the hell out first.”
he watched them from across the room, watched as you threw your head back and laughed at something your new boy toy had said. watched as you touched his arm, your fingers lingering on his bicep in a way that made stu's blood boil in his veins. he watched as you leaned in close, your faces inches apart as you whispered and flirted with each other.
it was too much. it was more than he could take. stu felt like he was going to explode, like he was going to tear apart at the seams from the force of his own rage and anguish. he couldn't stand it anymore. he couldn't watch you together, couldn't see you touching someone else, couldn't bear the thought of you smiling at anyone but him.
“fuck it,”
without thinking, stu pushed his way through the crowd, his eyes laser-focused on the ‘couple’ across the room. he marched up to you, his steps heavy , the manic and unstable ear to ear grin that had always lingered on his face returned.
stu sidled up to you, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light, smile eerie as ever. "hey there, lovebirds," he drawled, his voice dripping with false cheer. "having fun, are ya?"
he looked the guy dead in the eye, his gaze intense and unblinking. "i gotta say, man, it's pretty fuckin' ballsy of you to be all over my partner like this." stu’s voice took on a mocking, incredulous tone.
behind stu, billy rolled his eyes and sighed, shaking his head at his friend's reckless behavior. he knew stu was just trying to cover his jealousy with his typical macho bullshit, but he couldn't understand why he had to be so fuckin' obvious about it.
stu watched with a sense of grim satisfaction as the other guys face paled, realization dawning in his eyes. "what the fuck?" he sputtered, taking a step back from you. "you didn't mention anything about having a fucking boyfriend."
stu smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as he loomed over the shorter man. "oh, didn't tell you that little detail, huh?" he snorted, making sure to speak louder than you were trying to, shaking his head in mock disappointment.
“fuck this, and fuck you too."
with that, he turned on his heel and stormed off, shouldering his way through the crowd and disappearing into the night. stu watched him go, a laugh bubbling up from his chest as the realization that his plan had worked sank in.
and just like that, it was just the two of you, standing in the middle of the writhing mass of partygoers. the air between you was thick with tension, the silence stretching out for a long drawn-out moment as you stared each other down.
stu's grin softened, taking on a more genuine, almost tender quality as he looked at your beautiful, angry face. "guess it's just you and me now, babe," he said softly, "just like old times, huh? fuck that guy." he had no guilt or remorse displayed as he spoke.
he reeled back slightly, his grin turning impish as he took in the exasperated expression on your face. "what, you're not happy to see me?" he clutched at his chest in mock distress, his eyes wide and wounded. "im hurt, y/n. i thought we had something special, you and me."
despite your annoyance, you could feel a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. stu's playfulness was infectious. you shook your head, trying to maintain your irritation even as his grin threatened to chip away at it.
"you're such a fuckin' idiot," you muttered, "i can't believe you just did that. what if i really liked that guy?”
stu's eyes lit up with a eager gleam as your words sank in. "wait, so you didn't like that asshole?" he grinned widely, his face splitting into a triumphant, feral smile. "i knew it."
he stepped even closer, backing you up against the nearby wall and trapping you there with his body. his hands came up to rest on either side of your head, caging you in as he leaned down to murmur in your ear.
"tell me you don't still think of me. tell me you don't miss the way i make you feel. you know nobody can love you as good as i can, baby." his voice was low and intense, breath hot against your skin.
you could feel a shiver running down your spine at the proximity from the heat of his body being so close to yours. his eyes were dark and intense, boring into your own with an almost hypnotic force. you swallowed hard, heart starting to race in your chest.
"stu..." you breathed, voice barely above a whisper. "we can't...i mean, we're not...you can't just..." but even as you protested, you could feel your resolve starting to crumble, the old feelings rising up to the surface like a tidal wave threatening to drown you at his intrusion of space.
his grin turned wolfish, eyes glinting with a predatory light as he watched you struggle to find the words.
"c'mon, baby," he purred, his voice a low, silky rumble. "use your words."
one of his hands came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over her bottom lip. "tell me you don't want me to kiss you right now."
his other hand drifted down to your waist, pressing his body closer to yours and causing you to feel the cool hard wall behind you.
his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tilted your head back, making you look up at the whopping 6’3 man.
stu's grin turned absolutely wicked as your breathless words reached his ears. "kiss me.”
“i thought youd never ask, babe.”
and with that, he closed the distance between you, capturing your mouth in a searing, hungry kiss. it was a kiss that spoke of pent-up longing and aching need.
his lips moved demandingly against yours. one hand fisted in your hair, holding you in place, while the other slid down to grip your hip, pulling you impossibly closer.
he kissed you like a man starved, like a man who had been wandering in the desert for fifty years and had finally found water.
he kissed you like he never wanted to let you go, like he wanted to devour you whole and make you a part of him forever.
after a long, heated moment, stu finally pulled back, a smug grin spreading across his face as he took in your kiss-swollen lips and dazed expression. "fuck, i missed that," he murmured, "i missed you."
you blinked up at him, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. you couldn't help but grin back. "youre still a fuckin' idiot. i can't believe i fell for that. again. this is seriously the third time youve pulled this exact stunt with different guys."
stu just laughed, a sound that seemed to rumble through his chest. "aw, but you love it, baby." he leaned in close, his nose brushing against yours as he murmured, "don’t you?" his eyes had a sort of soft look in them, like he was looking for your approval. like he’d resemble a kicked puppy if you told him otherwise.
you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't suppress the giggle that bubbled up in your throat. "youre impossible," you said, shaking your head in exasperation. "seriously, who teaches you your moves? some shitty rom-com?"
"nah, im a natural born lover, baby. its all me." stu's grin was positively sinful, his eyes sparkling with mischief and amusement.
his grin softened into a more genuine smile as he gazed down at you, his eyes searching yours with a newfound sincerity. "y’know, i’been thinkin'..." he murmured, his voice low and thoughtful. "what the hell were we thinkin' when we broke up in the first place, huh?"
you giggled, shaking your head as you leaned back against the wall, your eyes sparkling with a hint of nostalgia. "i don't even remember anymore," you admitted, your smile turning a bit wistful. "does it really matter?"
stu's grin widened, his eyes glinting with a playful, mischievous light. "nah, i guess it doesn't," he agreed, his voice taking on a teasing lilt.
he leaned in closer. "soo.. you wanna get back together?"
and then you smiled. a slow, soft smile that lit up your whole face. "yeah," you whispered, voice barely audible over the pounding music. "i do."
stu's face split into a wide, joyful grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he laughed softly. "hell yeah, baby," he murmured, pulling you in for another kiss. "welcome back."
` ੈ˚ ★ a / n : HI ANON thank you sm for the compliment btw ^_^ ill probably get a billy fic pumped out soon i just gotta think of a plot or smth . i feel like this was short idk :? im sorry
⋆ ★ loudly woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of a fire alarm going off in the dorms, you were smart enough to grab a blanket before you left. too bad the cute guy a few rooms over forgot to do the same, and he looks cold.
cw ᝰ.ᐟ sfw ,, up to you whether you want ethan to be ghostface here or not it’s not mentioned ,, fluff ,, ethan doesn’t know how to talk to people ,, gn!reader
PURPOSELY LOWERCASE 🎧 &&. written on iphone sorry if funky =)
the graphite-lullaby hidden deep in the city seemed to bring you a sense of security lathered in warmth and the feeling of a fluffy and soft blanket wrapped around your body like a self made cocoon.
as you lay there, cozy and safe while feeling the surroundings around you all fade away as you surrendered yourself to the night, eyelids droopy and body giving its final notice for the day; there was only one thing on your mind, and that was nothing at all.
at least, that’s how it was.
a loud screeching sound you could only identify as a fire alarm seemed to rip itself through the sound barrier, blazing a blinding white light through under the cracks of your door and the frenzy and panic of students hustling through the hallways stirred you away from the rest of your sleep you were desperately chasing after.
though you wished to ignore it, to flip over and continue into your peaceful bliss, you knew better, mumbling tired insults and swears under your breath at the idiot who probably started the fire.
scooting out of bed, blanket still wrapped around you and hair going in what felt like every which way, you slid on some shoes as quickly as possible, reaching for your phone with a yawn and holding it close to you while walking up to your door, flinging it open and immediately being met with a mass of students fleeing down the hallways.
you wanna let out an agitated sound but decide against in, shutting your dorm door behind you before finding a spot along the crowd to escape the building from, scampering through the halls and down the stairs to exit the building.
into the rich tapestry of a darkened blue your shoes meet the stoney pavement of the outside, walking along the path to find yourself located now in the blackmore university dorm room school parking lot where almost a hundred other students were, talking to their friends in awe about the situation and already starting small and useless gossip about what could’ve happened or who started the flames.
you find yourself standing alone under the lucid moon, a cold night breeze dancing it’s way past you.
classmates were swarmed all around like a hive of insects, blankets and jackets alike covering the bodies of others as the chilly wind made itself known.
you glanced around, hugging the security of your own cloth material closer to your body.
you’re unsure what to do, standing around as you wait for the okay signal to go back in. you could be outside for minutes. it could be up to an hour.
in the sea of bundled up students, your gaze landed upon a familiar figure standing alone, hugging himself in a futile attempt to ward off the biting cold. it was ethan, the shy boy from a few dorms down, now shivering without the warmth of a blanket or jacket to call his own.
his usually neat hair was disheveled with bed head, sticking out in awkward tufts from the chill. his arms were wrapped tightly around his slender frame, hands clutching at the thin fabric of his shirt. the material did little to protect him from the elements and you could see his teeth chattering slightly as he tried to stamp his slides against the icy ground.
despite the darkness and chaos of the other students surrounding you both, there was something about ethans solitary figure that caught your attention. maybe it was the vulnerability he exuded, or perhaps the fact that you had shared a few awkward smiles in passing before. whatever the reason, you found yourself drawn to him.
tucking the blanket tighter around your shoulders, you made your way over to where the curly haired boy stood, the cold night air nipping at your heels. as you approached, he glanced up, his brown eyes wide and startled. a faint blush crept up his neck as he noticed your approach and he quickly dropped his gaze, staring down at his slides peeking out from under his pajama pants.
"uh, hi," ethan stammered, his voice slightly hoarse from the cold. "did you.., did you need something?" he rubbed his arms, trying to generate some warmth. the chill was evident in the goosebumps prickling his skin and the way he hunched his shoulders.
you stopped a few feet away from him, the blanket wrapped snugly around you. "i was just going to offer to share my blanket," you said, gesturing to the extra material draped over your shoulders. "you look pretty cold, and i have enough room under here for one more."
ethans eyes widened in surprise and he opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. he glanced down at your blanket, then back up at you, a mix of gratitude and disbelief on his face. "oh, um, thank you," he finally managed to say, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
you couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle at the boys flustered state, finding his awkwardness oddly endearing. "well, we can't have you turning into a human popsicle out here," you teased, shrugging off a portion of the blanket and taking a step closer to him.
his gaze flickering from your face to the offered blanket and back again. he swallowed hard, adam's apple bobbing in his slender throat. "i, um, i don't know what to say," he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous gesture. "i don't want to impose..."
you rolled your eyes playfully, shaking your head. "don't be silly," you interrupted, reaching out to drape the extra blanket around his narrow shoulders. "its not like I'm going to let you freeze to death out here."
as you settled the blanket around him, your fingers brushed against his arm and you felt him shiver, though whether it was from the cold or your touch, you couldn't be sure. the blanket was a bit too large for his slender frame and he had to tug at it a few times to get it to stay put.
"there," you spoke with satisfaction, "much better. you look like a cozy little mummy now."
the landry boys blush deepened at your words, spreading across his cheeks and even dipping down to color the tips of his ears. "a mummy?" he repeated, sounding slightly scandalized. "i don't know if i should be flattered by that comparison."
shrugging, you grinned at him impishly. "well, you know what they say - if the blanket fits..." you quipped, letting the joke hang in the air between you.
he opened his mouth as if to retort, but then closed it again, shaking his head in rueful amusement. "that… was horrible," he said, but there was a note of fondness in his voice that belied the words. a ghost of a smile even threatened to reveal itself beyond his lips.
ethan let out a soft, surprised laugh. "though i suppose i should just be grateful you're not trying to shank me underneath this thing and bury me alive, blanket and all."
you couldn't help but grin back at him, feeling a sense of camaraderie blossoming between you in the midst of the chaotic evacuation. "i did say you looked like a cozy little mummy," you pointed out, leaning in closer to him as you spoke. in doing so, your shoulders brushed against each other, the combined warmth of your shared blanket and proximity creating a pleasant contrast to the biting cold.
the brunettes breath hitched slightly at the contact, and he glanced down at where your shoulders touched, a faint blush still dusting his cheeks. "i suppose i should count my blessings then," he murmured, a hint of playfulness entering his voice. "though im not sure id make a very good mummy. id get too restless and try to claw my way out of the wrappings."
"probably," you agreed, nodding sagely. "you don't strike me as the patient type." as you spoke, you realized that you were still standing quite close to him, your faces mere inches apart. the soft blanket draped over your shared shoulders, cocooning you both in a warm, intimate space amidst the chilly night and the chatter of your dorm mates.
his gaze flicked up to meet yours, and for a moment, there was a charged silence between you. the air seemed to still and you had the sudden, crazy thought that he might lean in and close the scant distance between your lips. but then he blinked and the moment passed.
"guess you've got me all figured out then," his voice dropped to a soft whisper, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "though im not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing." he mumbled under his breath, and there was a note of something unreadable in his voice, a hint of meaning beneath the words. you decided to ignore it, not wanting to pry.
it was a heady feeling lingering in the air, one that made your heart race and your skin prickle with something more than just the cold.
but as quickly as it had come, it had gone. he cleared his throat, glancing away as if suddenly self-conscious about your proximity.
"anyway, um, thanks again for the blanket," he said, fingering the edge of it nervously. "youre.. really nice to share it with me like this."
shrugging, you tried to act casual even as your pulse continued to flutter in your chest. "its no big deal," you assured him, though you knew it was a small lie. sharing your blanket with the boy felt like a big deal, even if you couldn't quite put your finger on why.
as if sensing your thoughts, he glanced back at you, a tentative smile on his face. "im still glad you did," his voice was gentle, a warmth coated in his words that didn’t quite reach the depth behind his intense eyes that bore into yours. it was like he was this flustered shy school boy and this cocky, intelligent and confident student all at the same time.
you felt a warmth bloom in your chest at his words, and you found yourself smiling back at him, your eyes meeting his in the dim light. "yeah," you agreed, your voice just as soft. "no problem."
for a moment you simply stood there, shoulder to shoulder, sharing your blanket. it was strange, you thought, how you could feel so at ease with someone you barely knew. but then again, maybe it wasn't so strange after all. sometimes, you just clicked with people, and there was no rhyme or reason to it.
suddenly, a gust of wind whipped through the parking lot, sending your hair flying and the blanket fluttering. ethan let out a startled yelp as the cold air hit his face, and he instinctively leaned closer to you, seeking shelter under the blanket.
you laughed at his reaction, your eyes sparkling with mirth. "careful, the wind might carry you away like a tumbleweed," you teased, teasingly holding onto the blanket to keep him anchored.
he rolled his eyes, but a reluctant smile tugged at his lips. "ha ha. very funny." sarcasm laced his words, but there was no real bite. "ill have you know im not that easily blown away."
"oh, that right?" you challenged playfully, a mischievous glint in your eye. "from where im standing, you look like a human kite in this wind."
his smile widened, a hint of laughter escaping him. "i would at least be a cute kite. or a cool one." he retorted, a note of playfulness in his voice.
you couldn't argue with that assessment, not with the way his chocolate brown hair was whipping around in the wind and his eyes were sparkling with humor. "cute" was definitely the right word for ethan in that moment.
you grinned at his response, feeling a surge of warmth that had nothing to do with the blanket wrapped around you. " youd be a cute kite." you teased, bumping your shoulder against his in a friendly gesture.
ethan blushed at your words, ducking his head slightly to hide the reddening of his cheeks. "i, uh, i wasn't..." he stammered, before catching himself and shaking his head. "n-nevermind."
you chuckled, amused by his flustered state. he huffed, but you could see the smile he was trying to suppress.
he opened his mouth, eager to find some sort of retort to half-ass, but hesitated, closing his mouth again.
the second time he goes to open it, he gets cut off.
a sudden announcement crackled over the loudspeaker. "attention all residents, the fire was a false alarm and the building has been deemed safe after inspection. you may now return to your dorms."
around you the sea of students began to stir, the chatter and murmurs growing louder as they prepared to head back inside. Ethan glanced up at the sound, his eyes widening slightly as he processed the news.
"well, that's good," he said, a note of relief in his voice. he shifted as if to move, but then paused, seeming to remember the blanket still draped over his shoulders. he looked at you questioningly. "should we, um, should we head back too?"
you hummed, tugging the blanket a bit tighter around yourself. "we shall," you agreed.
he nodded and fell into step beside you as you began to make your way back towards the dorms. the blanket draped over your shoulders, binding you together.
as you walked, you couldn't help but steal glances at ethan from the corner of your eye. his cheeks were still tinged pink and he kept his gaze fixed straight ahead, as if determined not to meet your eyes. it was cute, really, how easily you could fluster him.
a gust of wind caught the blanket just as you finally made it inside the building, threatening to pull the cloth off your shoulders. ethan stumbled slightly, and instinctively, he reached out to grab onto you, his hand finding your wrist. "whoa," he said, steadying himself. "sorry about that."
you acted on impulse, enjoying his touch too much and suddenly feeling bold and not wanting ethan to stumble again. as he regained his balance, you reached out and grasped his hand, lacing your fingers with his. the boys eyes widened in surprise at the sudden contact, and he glanced down at your intertwined hands before meeting your gaze.
"careful," you said softly, a playful smile on your lips as you guided him to walk closer to you, your hands still clasped together. "wouldnt want you to fall and take me down with you."
his blush deepened to a shade of red you didn't think was possible, spreading from his cheeks down to the tip of his nose. he swallowed hard, his adams apple bobbing. "i-i, um, ‘m being careful," he said, his voice slightly hoarse and extremely quiet.
you and ethan walked hand in hand through the now quiet school halls, the ruckus fading as more kids made it to their rooms. the only sounds were the distant murmurs of your fellow students who hadn’t yet made it inside and the soft shuffling of your feet on the linoleum floor. the emergency lights cast an eerie glow, casting long shadows that danced and swayed with each step.
the brown eyed boys hand felt warm and slightly clammy in yours, a testament to his nervousness. you could feel the delicate bones of his fingers, the calluses from where he gripped his pencil too tightly as he studied. it was a comforting feeling to have his hand in yours. it almost gave you a sense of responsibility, too. like you had to guide him to safety.
as you turned the corner, the long hallway stretched out before you, leading towards the dormitory wing. ethan's arm continued to brush against yours as you walked, the contact sending a little shiver down your spine.
ethan stumbled slightly, his foot catching on the carpet. he tightened his grip on your hand, and instinctively, you pulled him closer to steady him. he collided with your side, his shoulder pressing against the back of yours.
"shit! s-sorry," he mumbled, his face flushed and his gaze downcast. "im not usually this clumsy, i swear.” he trails off in embarrassment.
you giggled, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "its okay," you said, your voice soft and reassuring. "ive got you.”
he swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. "i, um, you, ah..." he stammered, his usual awkwardness amplified by your comforting tone.
you couldn't help but find his reaction endearing, the way he got all tongue-tied and red-faced at the slightest bit of kindness.
as you continued your walk down the hallway, closer to your room, he seemed to lean into you slightly, as if seeking comfort and support.
suddenly, just before you reach your door, ethan stopped short, pulling you up with him. "wait," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "i just wanted to, uh, thank you. for everything." he glanced down at your intertwined hands, then back up at you, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "youve been really nice to me tonight."
you smiled softly at his heartfelt thanks, feeling a warm glow spread through your chest. "of course," you said, giving his hand a final squeeze before gently pulling your fingers from his grasp.
with that, you reached up and tugged the blanket off of ethans shoulders, tossing it over your forearm. he looked down at the fabric, then back up at you, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes.
"don't be a stranger now," you said with a playful wink. "and try not to miss me too much until our next fire drill."
ethan blushed, a shy smile tugging at his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck. "ill try not to," he said, but there was a note of hesitation in his voice that made you wonder if he was telling the truth.
you turned and slipped inside your room, closing the door softly behind you. for a long moment, you leaned against the door, a silly grin on your face as you replayed the events of the night in your head.
on the other side of the door, ethan stood frozen, staring at the now closed door as if he could see right through it. the intense, blazing look in his eyes softened into a thoughtful gaze, a myriad of emotions flickering across his face.
a fierce feeling bubbled in his gut, a confusing mix of gratitude, longing, and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. he pressed a hand against the door, as if trying to preserve the warmth and closeness of the moment, before letting out a soft sigh.
his heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the closed door. the intensity of his gaze could have burned a hole through the wood, so consumed was he by the sudden overwhelming urge to see you again.
he didn't understand it.
this feeling that had taken hold of him.
It was new and scary, but also exhilarating in a way he had never experienced before.
all he knew was that he couldn't let this be the last time he talked to you.
` ੈ˚ ★ a / n : i would suck the meat off this man btw :3
⋆ ★ a desperate, emotionally charged steven, who is not ready to let go of you after you decide to leave him, realizing he's been hiding many secrets — short blurb !!
cw ᝰ.ᐟ use of y/n ,, gender neutral reader ,, sfw ,, angst ,, break up ,, desperate steven
(y/n) stood in the small hallway, their heart pounding in their chest as they gazed at the neatly packed suitcases by the door. they had been living with steven for nearly a year now, and while the beginning had been a whirlwind of excitement, the novelty had long since worn off. beneath the surface, a gnawing sense of unease had taken root, growing stronger with each passing week.
it wasn't until recently that (y/n) had begun to realize the true extent of steven's secrets. at first, you had brushed off the odd comments and strange behavior as quirks, the result of a stressful job at the art gallery. but as the months went by, the cracks in his facade became impossible to ignore.
late night phone calls in a language you didn't understand, whispered arguments with an unseen presence, and the occasional lapses in memory that left him disoriented and confused, even acting like a completely different person at times. (y/n) had tried to be patient, to give him the time and space he needed to open up to them. but as the months went by and the secrets only seemed to multiply, they knew that they could no longer go on living in the dark.
just as you were about to make your way to the bedroom to confront him, steven appeared in the doorway, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and fear. he looked disheveled, probably haven just woken up, his hair a mess of tangled curls, and his shirt partially unbuttoned, exposing a glimpse of his toned chest.
"right, what’s this then?" he asked, his voice tight with anxiety as his gaze flicked from your face to the packed suitcases. "youre not leaving, are you?" there was still an edge of playfulness in his voice, like he was trying to diffuse the situation.
there was a beat. a second of stilled silence filling the air like static as you took a moment to compose yourself. only then did he realize this was no joking matter.
"i can't do this anymore, steven," your voice was soft, trembling with a cocktail of sadness and frustration. "not when you're still hiding so many secrets from me."
stevens brow furrowed, and he took a step closer to you, his hand reaching out to grasp your arm. his fingers were warm and gentle, a pleading resonating in his eyes. "wha’dya’mean, love? what secrets?" he asked, his voice rising in pitch as the realization of what was happening began to sink in.
you pulled away from his touch, unable to bear the weight of the lies that still lingered between them. "don’t play dumb," you said, voice hardening with a mix of anger and sadness. "you know exactly what i mean." you shook your head, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill over.
steven's face paled, and he leaned against the wall for support, his body trembling slightly as he tried to process your words.
"(y/n), I... I don't know what you're talking about," he said, but there was a hollow quality to his voice, a sense of desperation that belied his words.
your heart clenched at the anguish in his eyes, the raw desperation that clung to his words like a second skin. you wanted to reach out, to pull him close and promise that everything would be alright, that you would never leave his side. but the weight of his secrets, the knowledge that he could never truly be open with you, held you back.
taking a step closer to him, your eyes searching his face, seeing the fear, the panic that gripped him like a vice.
"I've tried to be patient, I've tried to give you the time and space you needed to open up to me. But it's been nearly a year, and nothing has changed."
your voice rose with each word, the emotion you had been holding back for so long pouring out like a flood. you could feel the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, the ache in your chest growing more intense with each passing second.
"i love you, stevie. god knows I do. but I can't be with someone who won't let me in."
you paused, your breath catching in your throat as you tried to steady yourself. you knew that the next words you spoke would change everything.
"im breaking up with you. im sorry”
“no…”
desperation, raw and all-consuming, gripped steven like a merciless tide. It crashed over him in waves, threatening to drown him in its icy depths. his heart raced, pounding against his ribcage like a caged animal desperate to break free. the blood rushed to his ears, a deafening roar that drowned out the sound of your voice, your words lost in the cacophony of his own panicked thoughts.
fear, primordial and bone-deep, coiled around his spine like a serpent. it squeezed the air from his lungs, leaving him gasping, his chest heaving with the effort of drawing breath. the terror of losing you, of watching you walk out of his life and out of his reach, filled him with a horrifying clarity.
stevens mind reeled, a whirlwind of fragmented thoughts and half-remembered memories. the weight of his secrets pressed down on him, a physical burden that threatened to crush him beneath its immensity. the truth of his fractured psyche, the ancient curse that bound him to the will of a long-dead god, clawed at the edges of his consciousness, desperate to be unleashed.
a flicker of defiance sparked to life in the depths of his eyes. It was a stubborn, unyielding flame that refused to be extinguished, no matter how hard the tide of emotion threatened to snuff it out. he let out a dry, bitter laugh. shaking his head like he was trying to convince himself this was all fake. “no…” he repeated.
steven reached out to you, his hand outstretched and trembling, his fingers aching to feel the softness of your skin against his own. he tried to speak, to form the words that would keep you by his side, but his throat constricted, the muscles seizing up in a spasm of fear and desperation.
"love, please," he choked out, his voice a broken, jagged thing. "please, don't say a thing like that. lets not be rash.”
“steven…” you try to object, but he cuts you off, seemingly in denial.
steven stumbled forward, closing the distance between them in a desperate lunge. his hands gripped your shoulder, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your arms as he clung to you like a man drowning and you were his only hope of salvation.
"im begging you," he rasped, his voice ragged and hoarse with emotion. "please, don't go."
he paused, swallowing hard as he fought to regain some semblance of control. but the panic was winning, the terror of a life without you clawing at his insides like a wild beast.
"i know ive been a right bastard, keeping things from you. but it's not because i don't trust you. im terrified of losing you."
his breath hitched in his throat, a sob threatening to tear its way free. he blinked hard, trying to hold back the tears that burned behind his eyelids, but it was a losing battle. they spilled down his cheeks in hot, stinging rivulets, cutting trails through the stubble on his jaw.
his head dropped to your shoulder, his face burying itself in the warm, soft crook of your neck. his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you against him, as if he could somehow fuse your bodies together and keep you from leaving him. the desperate, broken plea spilled from his lips like a prayer.
"you can't bloody do this to me," he gasped out between shuddering breaths, his voice muffled against your skin. "pleasepleasepleaseplease. dont do this to me. im begging you, love, im bloody begging you."
his tears soaked into the fabric of your shirt, leaving damp patches that spread like spilled ink on parchment. the heat of his breath, ragged and desperate, seared the sensitive skin on your neck, raising goosebumps in its wake. his fingers tangled in the silky strands of your hair, fisting the locks gently and using them to anchor himself to you.
"you’re the only thing that keeps me sane. without you, im lost. nothing. i’ll bloody fall apart, (y/n). i swear i will." he choked out, the words vibrating against your collarbone.
stevens body shook with the force of his emotion, the vibrations racking his lean frame.
despite his fervent pleas and the desperate, almost violent way he clung to you, (y/n) remained unmoved. your expression softened with sympathy and regret, but the resolve in your eyes never wavered. you could feel the hammering of his heart against your chest, the tremors that wracked his lean, muscular frame. yet, you could not bring yourself to succumb to his pleas, not when you knew the truth of what lay beneath the surface.
gently but firmly you pried at his fingers, unwrapping his arms from around your waist. you eased his head back from your shoulder, cupping his face in your hands. his eyes were wild, the irises nearly swallowed by the black of his dilated pupils. tears clung to his long, dark lashes, and his cheeks were flushed a blotchy, agonized red. the sight of him reduced to this desperate, begging wreck, made your heart ache with a sorrow that threatened to consume you.
still, you held fast to your decision. you couldn't build a life with a man who kept you in the dark.
as you spoke, your voice was soft but unwavering, a gentle but unyielding reminder of the boundaries you had to maintain. "im sorry, steven."
you brushed a tear from his cheek with your thumb, a tender, almost loving gesture. but really it was a farewell caress and steven could tell by the lingering of your touch.
he shuddered as your thumb brushed away a tear, leaning into the tender touch like a flower turning towards the sun. his eyes fluttered closed for a moment, a pained expression flickering across his face as he registered the unspoken goodbye hidden beneath the gentle gesture. a stronger sense of desperation surged through him.
his hands flew up to grasp your wrists, his fingers curling around them, touch soft as ever, careful not to hurt or scare you. he pulled you closer, as if he could make you a part of his very being. all the while, he shook his head in violent negation, dark curls whipping around his face as he repeated the word like a mantra.
"no, no, no," he gasped out, his voice raw and ragged. "no, sweetheart, please. dont say it like that. please dont say it in that tone."
hysteria edged his words, a thread of madness that spoke of a man teetering on the brink of a abyss. his eyes, when they opened, were wild and haunted.
"I swear, if you walk out that door... if you leave me..." he paused, his breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. his eyes bored into yours with a intensity that bordered on manic."...I'll be on your doorstep every damn day, begging you to take me back.”
a part of you wanted to give in, to take pity on his anguish and promise to stay, if only to spare him this agony.
but as you gazed into his eyes, seeing the secrets that lurked beneath the surface, you knew you could not. you had to be strong. to leave now.
drawing in a deep, shuddering breath, and straightening your shoulders, you shook your head slowly, as you spoke with a quiet but unwavering certainty.
"no, baby. no more." your voice was low, almost gentle, but with a steely undercurrent that brooked no argument. you took another step back, putting more distance between the two of you, as if physically severing the invisible bonds that had once tied you together.
"I love you." he tried, taking a step closer as you take a step back. you sigh, realizing hes unbudging, and continue to walk towards the door.
“i know.”
he stood frozen, watching helplessly as (y/n) took a final step back, then turned away from him. he opened his mouth to call out to you again, but the words died in his throat as the door clicked shut behind you. the sound an oppressive silence inside the flat, a grim reminder of the events unfolded.
steven stared at the closed door, his heart pounding a unsteady rhythm against his ribs. a part of him wanted to run after you, to throw open the door and beg and plead until you had no choice but to listen. but he remained rooted to the spot, held back by a grim realization. you had made your choice,
and it wasn't him.
` ੈ˚ ★ a / n : me after falling off the edge of the planet with writers block and not writing for an entire year then suddenly my reboot card got picked up and i have inspo again hiiii
headcanons — // cw ! : some swearing ,, nsfw at the bottom ,, mostly just fluff + im in denial ab his death
WES HICKS AS YOUR BOYFRIEND . . . is the exact definition of puppy love seen in teenagers.
he’s liked you for as long as he can remember and there isn’t a single unpleasant memory of you in his mind. he was always scared to make a move but that doesn’t mean the feelings weren’t there.
his body seemed to naturally tilt in your direction when you were in a room together, and his attention would dart entirely to you when you spoke up. he listened closely to everything you said, encouraging your stories, asking questions and overall being an avid listener.
he was your biggest supporter and number one fan. he always felt so tingly and had a light feeling in his heart when you would smile at him or even grace your knuckles against his skin.
that being said, the day he asked you out and you actually said yes, he was stunned. fully embracing for your rejection and the humiliation that comes afterwards, he thought for a moment he must be dreaming.
wes is the sweetest boy you’ve ever met and a natural gentleman. holding doors open for you, helping you carry your bags when shopping, braiding a section of your hair for you and planting kisses to the back of your hand.
he’s also extremely supportive and a well educated man. thanks to growing up in a household with just his mother he’s more in touch with his sensitive side and knows a great deal about the female body.
very well spoken. wes is great at expressing how he is feeling with his words, his struggle is when it comes to actually saying them. he gets nervous about speaking up about how he feels sometimes but when he does he’s very clear about it all.
hicks is more of a stay in and enjoy each others company kind of guy, he loves having alone time with you, but he’ll have fun anywhere so long as you’re next to him.
you guys have tons of random cute dates that are more like married couple activities. going grocery shopping, getting a car fixed together, going to the gym, heading to the pharmacist, etc. wes is just always there and you guys do solo activities as a duo.
of course that doesn’t mean you guys won’t go out on the normal cute coupley dates. wes loves to go to carnivals, fairs and the arcade and you often find yourself making frequent visits to similar settings.
there’s no honeymoon phase with wes because he acts exactly the same throughout the relationship as he treats you at the start. he opens doors for you, walks you to class, always pays the bill, surprises you with small gifts, and pretty much makes you his top priority.
he’s liked girls before and has been in talking stages but he’s never been in a serious relationship like the one you’re in now so he puts his absolute all into it. he loves spoiling you so much by doing things like making you a gift basket or doing your homework for you after you fall asleep, from things ranging to gifts to acts of service.
you can see the way he feels about you just by the look in his eyes. he always has a permanent toothless smile painted on his face when you’re around and his eyes glisten and practically sparkle when they look at you. you can very easily see the love in his eyes, especially when you start talking.
he can be pretty shy when it comes to pda but he won’t mind small things like holding hands or a quick peck to the lips. he doesn’t like to be too touchy when out in the open and prefers to keep the physical part of your relationship for behind closed doors when it’s just the two of you.
wes holds you to such a high pedestal. you are literally never incorrect in his mind. if someone tries to say otherwise he is fast to jump in and defend your name like you were actually about to get canceled online for something serious, even if it was just because you solved a math question wrong and someone corrected you. he would rediscover math in a way that would make you right.
i dont see him as using social media very much, he probably has your initial and a <3 next to it in his Instagram bio at the least though.
your protector. you will never find someone who genuinely cares about your mental and physical being so much. he is always looking after you, whether you’re having a bad day with thoughts or if your life is actively in danger, he’s the one to count on.
he is constantly asking if you’re okay. if he notices your vibe is just a little bit off he will text you a short paragraph later on asking what’s up even if nothing is wrong.
honestly very sensitive when it comes to you. you matter the most to him out of everyone and so he clings off every sentence you say. like if you compliment his appearance one day and then don’t the next, the next day all he’ll think about is how he probably looked ugly. or if you jokingly make fun of one of his shirts for being plain you will find that he never wears that shirt again. he just wants to impress you.
you have so much power over him because of how much effort he’s putting into the relationship. he genuinely sees his whole future with you and has pictured the wedding and everything.
everything reminds him of you. you will get texts throughout the day of pictures he took of something random or links to things with a ‘this made me think about you’ text.
he loves sending you pictures of the sky. i can imagine him snapping a photo almost every other day and sending it to you, talking about how pretty the sunrise or sunset looked that day.
he’s not a very jealous boyfriend but he is insecure. he doesn’t get upset over you or mad at the person he’s jealous about but rather becomes very critical of himself. thinking about how he’s not good enough for you, how you and whoever would look so much better together, that he’s too boring for you, wtv.
having your go-to artists together. you and wes definitely have picked at least 1-5 musicians and bands that you listen to everytime your together. or certain songs that makes you think of each other. does anyone else get the vibe he’d listen to tv girl?
you both have a ritualistic habit of texting goodnight and good morning. the good morning texts are usually never an issue, but there have been times he sleep deprives himself at night waiting on your response to his goodnight while you’re already sound asleep and just forgot to respond. he usually passes out early anyway though, i dont imagine wes to be the type to stay up super late normally. he probably has a normal sleeping schedule, like anywhere from 9 to 11 pm.
having your own shows and movies you watch together are a must. wes is a huge fan of all of the classic blockbusters, like star wars, the godfather, sappy shit like titanic or notebook, wizard of oz, et, groundhog day, etc.
studying together! both library dates and going over to each others houses. the thing with wes is that if you say you’re studying, you’re studying. he is actually a good student and tries very hard with schoolwork, taking it seriously. this is not to say that you being there won’t distract him on occasion, because it definitely will, and you definitely have the power to pull his mind away, but he will ultimately actually try to do work. and don’t expect anything besides maybe a 3 minute make out sesh before he’s working again.
every special occasion is spent together. all holidays you’re invited into his home with open arms, and if you’re not able to go over to his hes negotiating any way for him to be able to attend whatever you were doing. whether it’s for halloween or fourth of july, he wants to spend the day with you.
texting all the time. literally all the time; on top of hanging out all the time. you guys are always talking, and he loves to text you and be informed about gossip or anything going on in your day. he will grasp for any details he can get.
he is SO ATTENTIVE when you are upset, on your cycle, angry, having an episode, etc. like seriously, it’s like he always knows what to say or ask to make you feel better. and hes always more than prepared to make a quick trip to a nearby store for some snacks or a cheap card game or something to take your mind off things.
going over to each others houses even if the other wasn’t home yet. his mom even offered to just make you a spare key and has gotten used to you entering her house before her own son does to go lay in his bed till he got home. hes comfortable letting you just wait in his room for him, and you get the chance to be nosy and snoop if you want while also enjoying the coziness of your boyfriends room; so win win!!!!!
oh matching pajamas FOR SURE! hes definitely a sucker for having a shared fuzzy pjs set, especially when you get to wear them out or to college. and when you guys are matching you bet hes gonna want to hold your hand the entire day, just so that anyone who saw you guys in case they didn’t get the memo before that you were together would now…..
definitely much more talkative when it’s just the two of you. when you guys are out with other friends hes more reserved and will just stick to your side, only really talking to you and even then will be less vocal as you guys are out. but the moment it’s just the two of you he is so much more expressive and open.
hes got a photo album of you that he loves to look at; on top of having you as his homescreen, and probably a few polaroids up of the two of you on his bedroom walls.
NSFW !!
DUDE!!!! AFTERCARE GALORE!!!! THIS MAN HAS BEEN RAISED RIGHT AND PROPER!!!!
he is so attentive to your needs and what you want, and the whole experience he spends tending to you and making sure you feel comfortable.
puts a pillow under ur back ❤️.
loves to let you be a pillow princess. hes a soft dom for sure, though wouldn’t mind letting you take charge from time to time if that’s what you wanted. but he loves taking care of you and doing all of the work so he gets to see your every reaction
i see him as probably sort of whiney in bed. he’ll try to bury his head in a pillow or your neck while hes fucking you to stifle his noises
loves giving. like ofc he’ll happily receive, but he genuinely enjoys giving more than he does receiving. he loves giving you head and servicing you, knowing hes the one who’s making your body feel so good just drives him fucking wild
he could do it for the entire day if he could. just lapping you up for hours and hours while you beg for him to give you a break.
always prepared, always uses protection (unless you ask!), and always has the necessary materials nearby.
big cuddler after as well. he just wants to hold you and go the fuck to sleep once you guys are both taken care of
⋆ ★ wes has had a crush on you since what feels like the beginning of time and he’s finally determined on getting you to tell him whether the feelings are reciprocated or not. — blurb !!
cw ᝰ.ᐟ sfw ,, talk of weed ,, readers high ,, fluff
dancing under the florescent night sky of the moon, a deep blue tarp with an array of stars scattered in groups like white paint on a canvas as laughter beamed from the depth of your body resided you and wes hicks.
a bittersweet feeling harmonized along with the two of you as you swayed to your own rhythm, not a single worry or doubt making itself present in your mind as you gave your thoughts away to the buzzing sensation vibrating all through you.
the 5’8 male had not been there initially to witness the intaking of a blunt rotation you shared between few friends, but he was quick to head over the second you asked.
there was worry that struck through his body at first as he picked up your call after only two rings, a small panic at seeing your name on his phone at such late hours of the night and it wasn’t until he heard you speak the protectiveness that ran through his veins settled only after a short explanation.
you had asked him to come and walk you back home, worried to do so alone and not in the sober mindset.
he rushed over as soon as he could, leading up to the present moment as you laughed away the cruelty of the world, stumbling just slightly as you skipped and danced without song.
“spin me!” you requested, and the hicks boy felt blood rush up to his face at the sudden odd request, your fingers reaching for his in a cupping motion.
complying with an awkward smile he lifted his arm, twirling you around and watching the way your clothes blew along with the direction of the wind, outlining the figure of your body that was just beautiful in his eyes. “how much did you have?” he mindlessly questioned, laughter threatening to poor from between his bubblegum pink tinted lips as he watched you with an intent gaze. his attention was solely on you and he was met with a shrug of your shoulders.
“why, did you wanna hit?” you didn’t even have to ask before you felt the pending answer, flipping your body around and walking backwards as you continued holding onto his slim fingers with your own.
“uhh, no, i don’t smoke.” he glanced at your hand that was still wrapped around his with a lingering look in his eyes that you were fast to mistake for him being uncomfortable, letting go of his hand and not noticing the slightly disappointed emotion rupturing over his features as he nervously looked at the pavement below the two of you.
you smiled, his response turning out exactly as you expected while continuing to walk the wrong way forward. wes eyes you carefully, prepared to shoot his arms out and catch you at the chance you fell. “i know. you’re a little mamas boy. it’s cute though, i really admire that.” there was nothing but genuineness in your voice as you spoke and the bleach-haired boy felt the need to turn his head away in a daze of embarrassment, the feeling of a rosy tint creeping over his fair skin.
there’s silence for a moment and he clears his throat, sticking his hands in the pockets of his grey-washed jeans and opting to try and switch the topic away from him. “how you feeling?” softly and with genuine concern in his ocean-blue eyes he met your vision with his, a light-hearted smile twitching the corners of just one side of his mouth up slightly.
“amazing,” you’re quick to answer him, finally flipping your body the right way round. “i feel like im one with the environment!” you giggle, so much intense passion evident in your voice while you announced your mindset to the boy; who’s blonde hair was breezing into patches with the wind, his dark brown roots becoming even more apparent.
wes watches you with a certain intensity of emotion in his eyes. like a mother watching her kid say their first words, or a doctor witnessing their patient start to walk again after being paralyzed for years.
he grins, keeping his head turned as he breaks his gaze away from you. you’re able to see the point of his canines clearly as he stays faced away, and suddenly you’re switching roles, finding yourself unable to look away from him.
you had never really seen him in this light before. not literally, the dark nightfall dimming his face; making his skin look smoother than it ever has, his jaw seemed to pop more, or maybe he was just clenching it, the yellow hue of lamplights coming and going as you walk down the concrete along with him and back to the neighborhood you both have been living in since you could open your eyes.
you had seen wes almost every day of your life. walking to school together, all the days you hung out, sharing classes and even carpooling with each others parent every once in a while.
but you had never really seen him like this. clearly.
and through the dim lighting, through the shadows of the night and the dark pallet of colors swarming the two of you you swore that you had really seen him. and there wasn’t a word to describe the feeling either. it was just like something was turning in your head, gears clicking after so many years.
he was enticing.
enticing you, and drawing you in without meaning.
he notices the quiet that fell between the two of you, and finally meets eye contact with you again. as soon as he does, he notices you had already been staring and an enormous blush immediately takes over him as he tries to figure out how long you had been watching him.
he brings his eyes back down, watching the floor and you notice as he carefully steps over every crack littered on the gray surface. finally you reach the street of your neighborhood, not too far from your friends house, and the boy instinctively grabs onto the cloth of your shirt as you cross the road to get to the right street.
you smile to yourself as you walk side to side next to him and he doesn’t once let go, watching both sides of the road for cars like one could come whipping through and cutting the corner any second to turn the both of you into road kill.
when you reach the next set of sidewalk, now down the path to your house, and he still hasn’t let go, you decide to direct the conversation. “are you gonna tell your mom why you had to come get me?”
he goes quiet for moment, turning to you with his brows furrowed like you had just asked him a really obvious question. “of course not.” a sound that sounds like a mix of a scoff and a giggle leaves his mouth. “even if i did it’s not like she’d arrest you.”
you roll your eyes, bumping your shoulder into him as you walk in sync together. “she’s the sheriff.” you slightly lean into him as you walk and he lets out a little sigh.
“yeah but.. it’s you.”
“what do you mean ‘it’s me’?”
clearly he wasn’t expecting you to want clarification on what he meant, his silence answers that for you. he looks at you, the crickets of the night being the only thing audible. “just.. you’re like my best friend. she wouldn’t arrest you over something like weed. to be honest, I think she smoked a few times when she was a teenager too.”
you hum, the drowsiness stage beginning to set in as you lean more into him, staggering just slightly. wes notices your irregular steps and drapes an arm around your shoulder, leaning you into him as an attempt to balance you.
you smile into his sleeve and don’t even notice the way he’s puffed his cheeks out or stopped breathing completely as he held you closer to him.
finally, you reach your house, the familiar structure waiting in front of you; dark and quiet.
“you’ll make it in okay?” he removes his arm, guiding you lightly in front of him so he can meet your eyes and you have to fight back rolling them at such a silly question but end up smiling at his worry over nothing.
“i don’t know, 15 more feet and im not sure ill have mine anymore.” you smirk at him and he rolls his eyes at you, a look of fondness adoring his features.“ughhh, i guess i should go. call it a night. thank you wes, seriously.” you smile at him, messing with his hair a little. he opens his mouth and then closes it again, like he’s debating saying something more; so you stay a moment longer.
he doesn’t say anything, and after debating with yourself internally for about 5 seconds you lean [down/up] and press a kiss to his cheek; which feels hot under your lips.
you could literally hear his breathing pick up, and when you finally break away from his skin he’s not looking anywhere near you but has rather zoned off somewhere behind you.
“goodnight wes.” you offer him a embarrassed smile before turning away, walking back to your door.
you make it a whopping 4 steps away before he’s calling out after you.
“stop.” there’s actual irritation in his voice, which isn’t normal, and you turn back to face him. he’s standing in the exact same spot with the same dazed look on his face only now he looks a little angry and confused as his forehead is creased and brows are pushed together while looking at you. “what is this? what are you doing?”
you’re confused, clasping your hands together to help gather warmth as a cold breeze runs through the air. “what do you mean?”
wes shakes his head, looking away and then back at you several times and it’s obvious he’s fighting with himself internally. “you know what i mean. this. us. what are you doing? why?”
you don’t look away from him once, confidently staying in your place as you cross your arms; embarrassed to address the situation but not nearly as much as he was. “can you clarify?” it’s kind of obvious what he’s talking about, but there’s some idiotic part of you in your mind forcing you to act stupid which only drove wes more mad.
he opens his lips and an estranged laugh leaves, like someone having a nervous breakdown and randomly starts giggling. it’s an agitated laugh.
“please, whatever you’re doing, stop. stop acting like you don’t know what i mean. you know what you’re doing, and- and what you just did. you must know what kind of effect you have over me or something because at this point it’s getting frustrating when you do these things but can’t even address it. it is like, physically hurting my heart at this point because all i can do when i try to sleep is stare at the ceiling and think about you and what you do to me and whether or not you know what you’re doing or if it’s unintentional and it’s driving me nuts. tell me you don’t feel it. tell me you don’t feel this!” despite how frantic his words come out, and how panicked and vulnerable he looks, he speaks clearly and strings the right words together to express himself. that’s always been a great trait about him. wes was great with his words and knows exactly how to describe how he’s feeling. he just struggled on having the courage to get them out.
you almost don’t know what to say, but there’s no time to find your words before he’s speaking again.
“and don’t give me any more bullshit about how you don’t know exactly what im taking about or how im not being ‘clear enough’ for you. i mean, seriously, i shouldn’t have to spell it out for you at this point because all of our friends know that i like you and even your family, which i tried so hard especially to hide it from, figured it out so fast. it’s not rocket science. besides my mom and tara you are the only girl i consider myself close with and there’s no way it’s not obvious to you when you ask me about the girl i like because it is definitely not tara, and it is definitely not my mom. i like them but not in the way i like you, not in the way you won’t leave my mind so much so it’s frustrating. i can hardly focus in class because I can’t stop thinking about us or if there even is an us or what could happen or if you feel the same way and it’s unfair because there has to be some part of you internally that knows I like you when you kiss my cheek or text me every morning and night or run your fingers through my hair when we hang out and I hate it so much because I can’t read you the same way you can read me and I can’t tell if you’re doing these things just to mess with me or because you might actually feel the same way.”
wes, now out of breath, let’s out quiet gasps and inhales of air after he finishes speaking. he stammers in place for a second, trying to catch his footing as he looks around the environment and at anywhere but you. trying to avoid your eyes. your face. it was all on the line now and he was terrified of what you might say.
“you.. like me?” you repeat to yourself, keeping your eyes trained on his face. this finally gets the hicks boys eyes to land back on you with a frustrated sigh; like you just asked the dumbest thing in the world.
“are you really gonna ask me that after I just finished my dramatic epilogue?”
a smile takes over your face from the way he says this, his breathing still uneven. so many thoughts churn through your head as you try to process what this all means. what this all could mean for you and the future of your friendship with wes.
“you’re right, sorry.” you awkwardly smile, taking one step closer to him as you begin to try to gather your mind and express what you were thinking.
“you’re not worried about this changing us? our friendship? what if we breakup?” all reasonable questions to ask, they come flying out of your mouth one by one and wes feels his heartbeat quicken in hope as he realizes you haven’t yet rejected him.
“youch, thinking about breaking up already?” the blonde feins hurt and places a hand loosely over his heart which earns an eye roll from you before he shakes his head. “do you even know how much I like you? I mean, clearly not. the last thing I would ever want is for us to breakup. if that happened, that’s on you. and our friendship? what do you mean? did you just friendzone me? (y/n).” wes lets out one last final sigh before grabbing for one of your hands with both of his, locking eyes with you nervously.
“please, i just need to know how you feel. if you don’t feel the same way, it’s fi-“
the feeling of his lips on yours is as soft as you could have ever imagined. they were plump and tasted of strawberry chapstick. a far too prolonged kiss was shared, and you cupped one side of his face with your hand while bringing the other behind his neck.
wes felt his knees buckle underneath him, feeling like he was in a dream. he had dreamed of this moment for so long and was now having a hard time believing it was real. the kiss almost felt too perfect.
after a few delayed seconds he gently placed both hands on your waist, holding you down in place as he moves his lips against yours as if to stop you from ever leaving.
you pull away, face burning a bright red and heart pounding an unnatural rate before you finally open your mouth to speak.
“i feel it.”
` ੈ˚ ★ a / n : i deadass started ts 7 months ago but it’s been rotting in my drafts since school started back and nasa wanted to recruit me as a potential subject in their spacial exposure severer super undercover mission
staring ↳ ♡₊˚. billy loomis. chad meeks martin. ethan landry. charlie walker. wes hicks. mindy meeks martin. jill roberts. tara carpenter.
read part two here.
` ੈ˚ ★ a / n : short and sweet post today since i didn’t have time to get any writing done ! i would’ve added so much more but tumblr only allows up to 10 pictures lmfaoo.
Hi i love you headcanons sooo much 🫶 Do u think you would be able to them for Mindy! I love that girl so much🥹
MINDY M. MARTIN AS YOUR GIRLFRIEND ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧
ೄྀ࿐ requested ! ˊˎ-
headcanons — // cw ! : fluff ,, fem!readers only ,, some nsfw at the bottom ,, brief mention of drinking & weed ,, no cw’s besides that really i luh this girl too 🫶
SFW !!
MINDY MEEKS MARTIN AS YOUR GIRLFRIEND . . . helped you realize just how important and cared for you really are in this world.
there is never a single day that goes by where she doesn’t remind you how much she loves you, holding your face with her hands as she just admires your features with a relaxed look in her eyes and a maladaptive smile.
she seriously never lets you forget it, whether it’s through words or small actions. she’s always expressing her affection in some subtle way.
her arm is always wrapped around you, behind your shoulders, hand on your hip or tucked warmly in your hands. she needs her own reassurance that you’re there by her side and aren’t going anywhere.
she’s a huge film fanatic and movies dates are an absolute must. she does enjoy horror but gets the slightest bit sensitive to it after all the ghostface attacks go down and while she’ll still engage in time to time it’s better for you to encourage her to turn on something more light hearted without saying the exact reason why. if you express you’re worried about her she’ll get defensive and only be determined to watch it more, later waking up in the middle of the night through vivid nightmares and breaking a cold sweat.
she’s big into marvel and will have *lighthearted* debates about it with you if you prefer dc, and if you’re clueless to the both of the fandoms you can expect her to force you to sit down and make you watch all the movies in the film timeline order.
she doesn’t own any of her own comics but has always wanted to get into them, so if you own any of your own, whether if it’s a whole collection to just a few you can expect her to be borrowing them from you constantly.
other than that she’s not a huge book reader, her patience short and hard to keep her attention span captured. she wouldn’t mind it if you ever read her to sleep though, your voice helps lure her into a calm rest.
makeouts are a must and one of her favorite things to do. she’s an extremely experienced kisser and knows exactly what she’s doing. they don’t have to lead to anything spicy but she just adores when your lips are on hers and could kiss you for hours.
saying she’s protective over you is an understatement, she’s extremely paranoid and suspicious of everyone around her and is constantly acting as your guard dog. she’s always making sure you have some sort of weapon on you when you go out and that you always remember the location of at least 2-3 exits around you no matter where you are.
she wants you to keep your location on 24/7. not cause she’s being a clingy or jealous girlfriend but she’s very afraid of something happening to you while she’s not there to help. she checks it almost every hour when she knows you’re out and will shoot a message to make sure you respond.
being close friends with chad is also a given. as much as she hates to admit it, her brother is one of her best friends and if you have his approval it just makes her love you so much more. she can never hide the smile that erupts on her face whenever she witnesses the both of you getting along or playfully teasing each other.
she ties your shoes for you when the laces come undone, opens cans or jars for you if you can’t (or if you get them done, when your nails are too long), has polaroids of you decorated along the walls of her bedroom, and will buy the both of you some form of matching thing. like a keychain, or a piece of jewelry.
she’ll randomly ask you to sign stuff, acting like you’re a celebrity as she teasingly begs for you to write your name on her backpack, a plain tee shirt she owns, the back of her hand, an old pair of shoes she owns, etc.
if you have a job she’ll find any excuse to come and visit you while you’re working, whether it’s by pretending to be a customer or just sneaking in to chat for as long as she could.
one of her favorite things is when you sit in her lap, facing her with one of your free hands practically petting her hair and her arms wrapped around your lower body, rubbing your back or resting her hands on your ass. once again, nothing sexual needs to come from it, she just honestly can’t resist the temptation of her hands wandering. if you’re not comfortable with it she’ll immediately stop and apologize.
and to correspond with this, she likes it when you sit in her lap but loves it when she lays in yours. your thighs are absolutely perfect, it literally doesn’t matter the shape, size or feeling of them shes obsessed with resting her head in your lap and there’s nothing you can do to stop her.
the both of you have a tendency to go to hot topic together and check out the couples jewelry. and she can’t resist going through the pins and sneaking a few she’d think you’d like in her back pocket. she’ll pay for everything else in the store but just doesn’t feel like paying so little for a cheaply made pin. but she loves putting them on her jackets, her backpack and her bags. she also gets so excited when she finds a particular one she’d think you’d like.
making each other a playlist is a must, and she has a problem where she just makes you a new one almost every other month. it’s a routine at this point and if she ever forgets or just doesn’t have the time to one month it gets you a bit sad, thinking maybe she’s finally lost interest. she’ll remember to do it the next time she opens her music app though.
she practically lives at your dorm/place at this point. if you live at the dorms you asked the school to make you a new key, pretending you lost yours, and then gave it to her. now she’ll come over all the time without even asking, send you a random text she was on her way over without discussing it first or that she was already at the door. sometimes you would come home after being gone for hours just to find her lounged on your couch; your snacks in her hands (and in her mouth) while watching a movie.
one of her favorite activities to do with you is to drink and just hang out. she gets very sappy, affectionate and when she drinks most of the time she doesn’t hold back since it’s not like a frequent thing. she likes to get blackout and you’re forced to take care of your girlfriend; who has now become a koala bear as she drunkenly holds onto your leg and cries and giggles about how much she loves you. she’s also a very clumsy drunk and almost always ends up hurt the next day, falling into things, running into walls and tripping over air. then the next day when the hangover hits she swears up and down she’ll never get drunk again in between groans of agony just to do it again in a week.
getting high together is also something she loves to do. it’s such an awakening experience that just deepens her love for you as she feels very comfortable and relaxed in your presence. she also loves the very dumb conversations you have together about the most meaningless things.
facemasks are also a must. she loves it when you do her skincare because she doesn’t have a routine for herself and so on occasion you’ll do some treatment for her. she hates those paper masks because they feel slimey and cold against her skin but she’ll do them if you have them. she likes when you put a charcoal or clay mask on her skin and acts like some sort of strange creature.
constantly making movie references that you don’t understand most of the time. and when you don’t get one of her comparisons she’ll force you to watch the film immediately and explain in detail what she meant.
if you try to talk during one of the movies she picks she’ll hush you immediately, wanting you to pay total attention to it unless it’s one the both of you have seen before. but when it’s her turn for her to watch a movie of your choice she’s yet to see but you have she’ll be a total hypocrite, talking and adding loud dialogue the entire way through. she’s also the type to ask you questions about a plot to a movie you’ve both never seen before and actually expecting you to be able to answer.
you have a long snapstreak going with her that you both mourn anytime it’s reset. and she’s got a highlight of you on her instagram that she updates once or twice a week.
she’ll ask you what your favorite marvel character is and if it’s one she doesn’t like she will fight you. (not really, but she’ll trash talk the character and get super defensive if you try to do the same to hers.)
she’s actually very trusting of you in the relationship and the only times she ever gets jealous is if a girl is outwardly flirting with you even after being aware that you’re dating someone.
random kisses constantly, she’ll gently turn your chin to face her or cup your chin and bring you into a kiss without any warning before hand.
she loves to do cute challenges with you. for example the chapstick challenge, where you buy a pack of flavored/scented chapstick and kiss the other while they try to guess the flavor. or doing the same thing with lipstick, but instead of trying to guess the flavor just seeing if it was kiss proof or not. but she doesn’t own makeup except for maybe a cheap mascara and a thing of eyeliner she almost never touches; so it would have to be yours or just not one you partake in.
going along with the no makeup thing, she would gladly let you do hers if you have any. she’d be the perfect little test subject for practicing your makeup skills on others if it wasn’t for her randomly goofing off and trying to eat the lipstick or the wands.
there’s definitely been at least a time or two where she does actually get jealous over chad if you have a good relationship with him. it doesn’t matter if you’re lesbian, bi, pan, omni or unlabeled she with subliminally have the thought that you’re gonna leave her for her twin brother. you of course reassure her and remind her of the love you hold for her. she’s not ever the type to blame you for her jealousy. she wouldn’t ignore you or get angry because of her own feelings and actually much prefers to talk it through with you than suffering alone or in silence.
she’s not afraid to speak her mind or be bold. it can get a bit embarrassing from the occasional time to time if you’re out in public with strangers but you’re quick to laugh about it.
pda is a must with her and if you ever receive looks or judge mental comments she’s quick to reply and call someone out on their behavior and won’t back down till they apologize or walk away. she loves showing you off and that doesn’t change whether it’s behind opened or closed doors, but it definitely does simmer down. but like don’t be surprised if she randomly wants to make out with you even though you’re at a friends house together and hanging out with multiple other people.
she’s quick to warn you about her suspicions of ethan to alert you; which saves you a lot in the long run. you avoid him and try not to hang out with the group when you’re lead to believe ethan may be there or suspiciously couldn’t make it only for everyone to get attacked by ghostface the same night.
she loves to dance with you. and not like a slow dance, im talking jumping up and down, bobbing her head, shouting the lyrics and swinging her arms up and down while hopping around you to shit like ‘lovefool’ by the cardigans.
the both of you have tried every two player mobile game known to man and could spend hours day on the couch with her legs in your lap playing things like fashion frenzy on roblox to game pigeon.
if you ever get sick she’ll want to stay with you the entire time till you’re feeling better and once you finally do now she’s the one under the weather and expects you to do the same as she did with you. she’s actually grown to love it when she gets ill cause it’s basically a guarantee she’ll be the only one or thing with your attention for at least a few days and if she feels that attention drifting from her she’ll act like such a little kid and act like she’s dying.
she’ll never admit it but she loves to be babied by you.
overall she’s just a very straight-forward person who gives someone her entire body and soul when she cares about them. but she is also a very independent person who can survive when left on her own.
NSFW !!
im definitely getting more top/dom vibes from her.
she knows what she wants in the bedroom and has a lot of experience from past relationships. she’s able to find all the ways to please a woman immediately and have her head buried in your cunt with your thighs clutched around her curls, muffled moans leaving her lips as she watches the way your back arches and legs shake in pleasure.
she’s willing to try almost everything at least once.
she loves eating you out, it’s almost like an obsession at this point. it’s one of her favorite things to do and anytime you let her she’s quick to shuffling between your legs with an eager smile.
when she’s on the receiving end she’ll talk you through it, telling you what feels good and what doesn’t with no shame. she’s also got a decently high sex drive and is able to last through at least 3-4 good orgasms as long as there’s some short break time inbetween.
she loves to tease you, especially when cuddling. one of her favorite things to do is be the big spoon and slide one of her legs between yours, bringing her knee up to your clit that still has fabric protecting your core and move just slightly, taking pleasure in seeing you try to desperately dry hump her leg.
started 08.08.23. finished 08.08.23.
*ೃ༄ a / n : thank you for the request anon ! i love opening the app to seeing new messages or prompts and i hope that this is to your liking. requests are open and if you’ve already sent in one it’s currently being worked on ! <3 im sorry about the nsfw section being so short , i was getting kinda sleepy more than halfway through this and felt like the quality was slowly declining so i didn’t wanna keep digging myself a hole LOL
