The Curls. - F.W.

The morning after {Noah Centineo}

A/N: This pic gave me major the morning after vibes so here is a lil hot‘n havy lil somethin somethin. Enjoy! a lil SMUT, a lot of fluff

You were placing little kisses right under his jawline down to his ear from time to time and you could feel him tense up while he waited for you to go on but you would just end up snuggling into his side. It brought a smile to your face knowing that he was waiting for you to make the first move so you let him wait for it. Want it really bad. Noah asked you to come with him on his trip to Italy and you said yes . You passed your exams and had free time so why not keep him company and be close to him. It was one of his only free evenings where he didn‘t have to do something work related and you were just enjoying each others company. You slid your hands under his shirt and he jerked away a little. „You‘re hands are cold.“ he complained and you chuckled. „You don‘t like them against your stomach?“ you asked as if you were thinking of his well being and he shook his head. A devilish smile appeared on your face. You tucked them under his waistband and his muscles stiffened immediatly. „How about here?“

„Stop teasing.“ he said calmly and took your wrists to pull your fingers out and turned his head back to the TV. „Okay.“ you said and moved to sit on top of him pressing your core against him. You cupped his face with your hands and adored his face in this dimm light. How he looked at you with adoring eyes waiting for you to go on. „I love the way you look at me.“ you admitted and let your hands slide down his neck to his chest where you rest them. You leaned in to give him a lingering kiss and parted again, your lips still touching. „It makes me feel…powerfull.“ you said your voice driven by lust. He rested his hands on your hips and you started to move against him slowly trying to find the right pace. „No.“ you correct yourself and lean in for another kiss which lasts longer this time. „Loved.“ you say out of breath and tuck at the bottom of his shirt to signalize him to take it off. You move back a bit and help him peel it off and you bite the insides of your cheek not to sigh at the sight infront of you. You loved his body and how it was build. He wasn‘t the biggest and toughest under the boys out there. But he was the most perfect to you. His muscles did show his recent training, his chest firm under your touch. You intervined his fingers with yours and leaned down to place butterfly kisses on his collar bone down to his chest, keeping your hips at a steady pace.

When you looked up again you could‘ve melted to a puddle immediatly at how he was taking in every fiber of you with his eyes. This time he was the one stealing a kiss from you and his hands moved up to take off your blouse. You felt him growing harder underneath you and your lower stomach started to tighten with the growing excitement. When you were left in your bra he parted his lips from yours and placed wet kisses down your shoulder, sliding down the straps of your bra. He moaned in pleasure against your skin when you picked up your pace and his grip on your waist tightened. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes his lips slightly parted breathing heavily. You took your chance and started kissing his throat up to his chin. „Oh god.“ he hissed and looked at you again and this time the look in his eyes made you gasp. „Let‘s take this to the bedroom or I won‘t take any longer.“ he said with a shy smile on his lips and you chuckled.

„Then take me, my knight in shining armor.“ you teased him and he grabbed you by your butt laughing nervously and stood up to walk into the bedroom with your legs wrapped around his waist.

***

The wind brushed lightly over your bare skin and you felt the sun beam into the room through the open door. Your hand moved to the other side of the bed and when you were met with emptiness you opened up your eyes to see him sitting on the edge of the bed. The balcony door was open and he was looking out. „Noah?“ you said your voice sounding sleepy and he turned around hearing your voice. He was beaming at you with a cup of coffee in his hand. He didn‘t get dressed and his hair was tousled from the activities of last night. He was looking extra soft this morning and your heart swelled at his sight. So lost in thought and vulnerable looking. You sat up and crawled over to him and hugged him from behind. Bare skin touching bare skin. And it was an even more intimate moment than the night before. You rested your chin on his shoulder and he leaned his cheek against yours while leaning back a bit so you were holding him. „I love this.“ he said his voice raspy from the lack of sleep and you smiled. „I love you.“ you said and tightened your arms around him feeling closer to him than ever before.

this is just how he lives .

Helloo!!! Can I get a “first real fight or argument with ateez??” Thank uuuu love ur page :)

A/n: Thank you for being patient angel i love you sorry it took me so long

Hongjoong:

Hongjoon would step away from the fight when it got to heated and would spend a little bit away from you to let the situation simmer down some so you both were calm when you talked about. After that time he would approach you calmly asking if you were ready to talk through the problem. Once it had all been resolved he would wrap in a warm loving hug telling you he was sorry for losing his temper and that he loved you. 

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[8:10 pm] Mingi stares at himself in the mirror, lightly touching his cheeks. It was the first time being barefaced infront of you, his nerves going crazy. He hadn’t noticed that you were standing beside him also looking into the mirror with him.

“Mingi whatcha’ doing?” You ask looking at him through the mirror, he jumps slightly in surprise and covers his face immediately, “n-nothing. Don’t look! I need my makeup-“ “mingi stop hiding your face.” You say sternly. He shakes his head his hands still covering his face, you make him face you forcefully by his shoulders and remove his hands away from his face. He didn’t fight back but instead opted on hanging his head low which caused you to sigh lifting his head up with both of your hands.

You cupped his face and admired his beautiful skin. The acne made him feel so insecure, everyone always looked at him weirdly or whispering under their breaths. You would always be the one to tell them off and stand-up to the ones who still persisted in trying to bring him down.

“Mingi. Your skin is beautiful, it doesn’t matter if you have acne or not. In my eyes you’re the most handsome boy I’ve ever seen in my entire life!” You exaggerated on the ‘entire life’ part, earning a small giggle from the blushing boy. “So from now on, no makeup whenever you’re around me. Got it?” He simply nods a huge grin on his face. You smile back giving him a small peck on the lips before sliding your hand into his and dragging him into your bed.

You faced his sleeping form and pressed soft kisses upon his face especially where the acne was mostly located, finally going to sleep after whispering how much you loved him.

Tickles and Kisses (Chris Evans x Reader)

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Swearing (like 1 swear word), tickles

Request: HI!!! Can I request some Chris Evans Fluff? With some feet and belly kisses and nibbles and tickles? Please?

Request By: my beautiful friend @princess-evans-addict

Have you ever felt sad but you just couldn’t pin point what made you sad?  Well, this past week was one of those weeks.  You felt sad, somewhat depressed but you couldn’t figure out what was making you feel that way.  Work was stressful, so that could have definitely put you in an off mood. Chris, your boyfriend of a little over a year was also busy with photoshoots and press junkets, and you missed him dearly; that could have quite possibly been the problem too.  

Saturday afternoon, you found yourself curled up in your queen bed; very rare clouds darkening the sky. Your comforter making you feel like a butterfly still wrapped in a cocoon.  

You had already woken up that morning took a quick shower and had breakfast.  Scrolling through your phone, you tried to keep busy but you were just so damn tired.  Chris was at another photoshoot this morning; something for a magazine.  He mentioned he would come to your apartment afterwards but you felt like a nap might make you feel better.  

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“Can I kiss you?” - Tom Holland Imagine (prompt)

prompt: 7 - “Can I Kiss You?”

request: tom x reader fic where you had a holiday romance when you were sixteen together and lost your virginity there and then you meet again ten years later and you are engaged and he is in your city for a month and your fiancee is away on business so you agree to show him around and you fall in love

a/n: i loved writing this!!! thank you so much for such a good request. i hope you like it! i decided to combine it with this prompt request ive had sitting in my inbox for months and months

word count: 1,821

masterlist: (x)

“Oh shit,” you cursed. Burning hot coffee dripped down your arms, soaking the shirt of the stranger you just ran into on your way out of the coffee shop.

“I am so sorry,” he said. “Let me buy you another. It was my fault - I wasn’t looking where I was going,” his British accent was a stark contrast to your Cali girl tone. “Please, I insist.” 

Reluctantly you agreed. You sat at a table in the corner, watching him as he queued at the counter, studying his face. His unruly hair flopped over his tanned skin a little as though he was three weeks overdue of a haircut, and he was in need of a shave as his strong jaw line and upper lip were dotted with stubble. With his brow furrowed, his dark brown eyes seemed familiar as he scanned the board overhead to decide on his own drink and you realised he must have chosen the same drink he ordered for you when he held two fingers up to the barrister. He had sharp, chiseled features that matched his toned body. His biceps bulged even when he held just a coffee cup in each hand, and you could make out his abs from underneath his shirt by the way the coffee soaked, patterned fabric clung to his stomach.

He sat in the chair opposite your own and you thanked him as he placed your cup in front of you. There was a silence as he took his first sip, both of you unsure quite what to say.

“I’m sorry about your shirt,” you finally said.

“No worries. I never really liked this one anyway,” he joked. His breezy coolness must have been an act, a very good one at that, as he played with his fingers, a nervous habit you recognised of someone from your past. “I’m Tom, by the way,” he smiled nervously. Tom was a common name, but there was something all too familiar about the way this man talked, the way he moved, that made you think could it be him?

“I’m y/n,” you replied, hoping hearing your name would jog his memory, if he was really who you thought he was. If he did remember you, he didn’t show it, as he didn’t so much as bat an eyelid at the sound of your name. He took a sip of his coffee.

“I used to know a y/n,” he said after a while. “Must have been a good ten years ago now. We had the most amazing sum-”

“It is you!” You interrupted him. “I knew it was you!”

“Cape Verde? 2012?” You laughed, not quite sure how the small, skinny boy you had lost your virginity to in the sand dunes late one night of your family holiday ten years ago had grown into the broad, buff man sat before you.  “We had some good times that holiday, eh?”

“I never forgot that trip. My parents still don’t know I used to sneak out of our apartment each night to see you,” you laughed again. 

“Nor mine,” he agreed. “What a small world.”

“Tell me about it. You wanna go for a walk along the beach?” The two of you stood up, leaving the shop, takeaway coffee cups in hand. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with your left hand as you walked along the windy seafront, Tom noticed the engagement ring on your fourth finger. His face grew soft. “You’re engaged?” You nodded.

“Yeah,” you exhaled shakily. “Yeah I am.”

“You don’t seem so happy about that?” Tom noticed your smile fade at the mention of your fiancé.

“No… Yes… I- I am. I mean, I was.” You stuttered. “Was?” Tom tilted his head slightly.

“When he- Mark proposed, it was one of the happiest times of my life. I couldn’t wait to be his wife. And…” you trailed off, collecting your thoughts.

“And?”

“And then the past few months we’ve been so bogged down with wedding planning and pleasing his mother and making everything exactly how she wants, we hardly really talk about anything else and I don’t think I even want to get married anymore,” you admitted. “When we’re not planning, Mark’s away on business, and I just don’t feel the butterflies in my stomach around him anymore like I did when we first started dating. I should still feel like a high schooler with a crush right? He should still make me feel like I’m seventeen again, surely? Just me and him, against the world. I… I don’t feel it anymore.”

Tom gulped, unsure of how to respond to your sudden vent. “Uhm, I-”

“Sorry. Oh God, sorry. I shouldn’t be telling you all this. I’m sure I’ll come back round to the idea of getting married again soon. This is normal right?”

“Tell me one thing, y/n. Do you love him?”

Tom’s question winded you slightly in your stomach. Sure, you did love Mark at one point in your life, and he definitely had made you happy once upon a time. But right now, as you walked along Venice Beach with your summer fling from ten years ago, you longed for a romance that was as exciting as the summer you had experienced with Tom, rather than the monotonous life you now led with Mark. 

“Do you love him?” Tom repeated. You stopped walking.

“No.”

Handing Tom a beer, you slumped down next to him on the large sofa in the living room of your apartment. Mark was away with business, so you had brought Tom back to your place as the sun had started to set and the LA air grew cold. He was still wearing his stained shirt from earlier, refusing to wear one of Mark’s clean ones you had offered him. He had his feet propped up on the coffee table that your own short legs tried and failed to reach. 

“Put them here,” he said, scooping both of your legs up in one arm, swivelling you around so your legs lay over him. His arm lay across the back of the sofa behind you, bending it every now and then to swig from his bottle.

“This whole day, I’ve been blabbing on to you about how much of a mess my life is and I’ve never even asked anything about yours. You’re still acting right? That’s what you were doing when we met.”

“Yeah,” he said. “Still acting, but I’m taking a bit of a break at the moment. Had a bit of a rough year last year, you see.” You hadn’t noticed his empty hand had been on your bare leg this whole time until he started stroking your skin gently with nerves.

“Oh?”

“Had my heartbroken,” he drank a large mouthful of his beer before placing the bottle on the floor next to him. “Was pretty shit.”

“You don’t have to talk about it,” you said, placing your hand on top of his that rested on your lap, giving it a small squeeze. 

“No, I… s’okay. I thought she was the love of my life,” he laughed sadly. “We were together for three years, but it turns out she was only really in it for my money and had another boyfriend in New York she had started seeing during the last few months of our relationship.” You leant down to put your beer bottle next to his on the wooden floor as a tear escaped Tom’s eye. He wiped it away quickly, hoping you hadn’t noticed as you sat back once again. 

“I’m sorry, Tom.”


“S’fine, I’m over it. We’ve been apart for almost a year. I just, I never really talked to anyone about it.” He took a deep breath. “Didn’t mean to get upset.”

Tom turned his head towards you, his face so close to your own that you could feel his shaky breath tickle your skin. You played with a loose thread on the collar of his shirt, not wanting to make eye contact, knowing that you wouldn’t be able resist kissing him. His hand wriggled out from underneath yours, away from its place on your leg and up to your face, where he touched your chin, tilting it so you had no choice but to look at him. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asked nervously. You didn’t say anything, instead your lips gently met his own. They were warm and familiar, and tasted of the beer you both had been drinking. His hand made its way to the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss as his tongue entered in and out of your mouth. His other hand was on your waist, tugging at the thin fabric of your t-shirt. You moved your body, straddling him.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked you as you both lay naked on top of the beach towel he had brought along with him. You nodded gently, excited at the idea of losing your virginity to the cute British boy you had met on your family holiday.

The beach was deserted, as it had been every night at this time that you and Tom had met up, hidden away in the long grass of the sand dunes just in case anybody happened to be walking by. It had started off so innocent, just taking midnight strolls, hand in hand, at first. Then he’d kissed you, and before long each night you had wound up naked, his fingers touching you in places no boy had ever touched you before. You returned the favour, using your kisses to stifle his moans, carefully making sure you weren’t being too loud. 

It was your idea to have sex. Neither of you had done it before, and you hadn’t stopped thinking about what he would feel like inside you since you shared your first kiss. He’d managed to find a pack of condoms in one of the shops nearby to your resort and you’d gone halves on the price.

“Please. I want to do this,” you told him.

Wrapped up in your bedroom sheets, the sunlight streaming through the curtains you had left slightly open woke you up. Tom lay next to you, light snores escaping his lips as he lay on his back, his bare chest exposed. You traced his abs with your forefinger, amazed at his physique. 

“Mornin’,” he said after a while once he finally awoke. He placed a delicate kiss on your forehead. 

“I’m going to phone Mark today,” you told him as you lay in his arms. “I’m going to end things with him.” You had already taken your engagement ring off last night, throwing it into the city from the balcony of your eighteenth floor apartment after drinking too many beers with Tom. 

“Okay, love,” his morning voice was deep and croaky. “If that’s what you want to do.”

heyy!can you do an imagine in which reader visits the boys on tour and has to share a bunk with one of them?surprise me with the pairing ;) p.s.love your writing style!!

Poor Planning // N.M.

You were so excited to visit your best friend Brandon, a giddy feeling bubbling up inside of you as the plane landed. You grabbed your carryon from the overhead compartment and made your way through the airport to find the group of boys who were picking you up. 

you looked around the airport for them, smiling when you saw Zion’s head peeking out over the top of a small group of people. 

“Guys!” you called towards them, waving when they heard your voice and turned towards you. You both rushed forward, immediately being engulfed in a big hug from Austin. Zion was quick to follow, but Edwin and Brandon hung back. 

“Hey, B… Ed?” you smiled and furrowed your eyebrows, “um, is everything okay?” 

“I–,” Brandon accidentally cut himself off with a sneeze and then a weird half-sneeze-half-cough, “I’m pretty sure i have the flu…” he sighed and looked upset. 

“and I’m pretty sure he gave me the flu…” Edwin shook his head and crossed his arms. 

“Yeah, they’re supposed to be resting, but Brandon he just had to come with us to get you.” Zion rolled his eyes playfully. 

“Aw, I’m so sorry, B.” you frowned and quickly squeezed his shoulder. 

As you all walked towards the car parked outside you and Brandon stayed slightly behind as the other three walked ahead. 

“Where’s Nick?” you questioned. 

“He was busy,” Brandon answered nonchalantly. 

You nodded, unsurprised. You and Nick had never gotten along well. Your interactions were rarely pleasant, both of you taking every opportunity to land a good zinger and make the other mad. It was one of the reasons you were hesitant to visit the boys while they were on tour, you didn’t want to spend the whole trip frustrated and arguing with Nick.

on the drive home, you had so much fun talking with the boys, even stopping at taco bell to grab some food. when the car arrived back at the lot where the bus was parked you all spilled out and rushed towards the tour-bus to play Super Smash Bros. Feeling the need to reclaim your title as queen of the game when Zion claimed that he could beat you. 

When you walked in Nick was sitting on the couch on his phone, already seeming annoyed by your presence, rolling his eyes when you said ‘hi’ to him. 

“Oh, we brought you taco bell,” you said as kindly as you could and handed him the takeaway bag. smiling smugly at the surprised expression on his face. 

“Thanks,” he said curtly and nodded in your direction. 

the tension was impossible to miss and the other boys stood there in awkward silence until Austin spoke up saying, “well then, let’s play smash bros.”

Nick left the room as you began to play and your blood boiled, you were so confused and annoyed by his behavior. you’d never done anything to him. 

—-

later that night you ran into a problem… you didn’t know where you were supposed to sleep. Brandon and Edwin were obviously out because you weren’t down to catch the flu, and Zion and Austin were both too large to share their tiny bunks. 

you brought the problem to Brandon and his suggestion was simple, “I’ll ask Nick if you can share with him.” he shrugged and stood up, obviously he didn’t fully understand the deep-seated issues between you and Nick. you protested but he was adamant that he could get Nick to act reasonably. needless to say, you did not share his certainty. 

you stayed in the main area of the bus and waited as he went to talk to Nick, cringing as you imagined the conversation that was about to ensue. 

Nick stormed out from the bunk area holding a pillow and blanket, looking at you with annoyance painted all over his face before throwing his things down on the small seating area, which could barely be considered a couch, and saying, “my bunk’s the middle one on the left.” 

“I didn’t tell Brandon to ask you. I’ll sleep out here, you don’t have to.” you apologized sincerely, never wanting to kick him out of his own bed. 

“Just take it, I really don’t feel like pissing off Brandon.” he rolled his eyes at you and laid down, pulling out his phone. 

“thank you, Nick.” you tried to show your appreciation, but you were practically ignored. you mumbled a ‘goodnight’ before walking into the bunk area. 

—-

on the third night you turned in early, Brandon and Edwin were slowly recovering but very worn out from performing and afraid that they could still be contagious.

you’d been laying in bed for a while and you were hovering right on the edge of sleep when the bunk curtain was pulled back and your shoulder was nudged repeatedly.

“Hey, scoot the fuck over,” Nick spoke gruffly, rubbing his eyes. 

“Nick? what time is it?” you asked offhandedly and began to move to the side. 

“it’s one AM and my back fucking hurts,” he said rudely as he climbed into the bunk and sighed in relief at the soft mattress under his body. 

“I told you I’d sleep in there,” you said defensively and looked over at him.

“I don’t even care, just let me sleep please.” he groaned and rolled onto his side, facing your direction but still a reasonable distance from you. you didn’t respond, trying to avoid more unnecessary conflict.  

you looked at him for a moment. he was shirtless, only wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a small gold chain around his neck. his hair was messy and his closed eyelids fluttered every now and then. 

you’d always thought that Nick was very attractive, you even had a small crush on him when you first met– before you realized how unpleasant he was. you huffed and rolled onto your side to face away from him, wrapping your blanket around yourself and closing your eyes to sleep. 

—-

you woke up at around four AM. you were comfortable, but something was off. it wasn’t until you began to roll onto your back that you felt the arm wrapped around your middle, the legs intertwined with yours, and the head nestled in the crook of your neck. your eyes snapped open and you looked down to see a sleeping Nick practically wrapped around you. 

you didn’t know how to react. on the one hand, this was very weird and unexpected… but on the other, you didn’t want to wake him up and cause awkwardness where you didn’t have to. 

one of your arms was trapped underneath his neck and the other was wrapped around his shoulder. he began to stir so, flustered, you closed your eyes and pretended to be asleep. you felt him lift his head and do the same thing you were just doing– trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. 

he began to pull away and you thought that this weird situation was over, but instead, you heard the bunk curtain be pulled closed and then felt his arms come back to wrap tightly around your body. 

you hated to admit it to yourself, but this made you very happy. his skin was warm against yours and his strong arms held you perfectly. with one hand, his fingers played with the ends of your hair and the other spread across your lower back, holding you to him comfortably. 

you both fell back asleep after a while and when you woke up the next morning you were separated, both your backs turned towards the other. 

—-

although neither of you acknowledged what had happened– as far as you knew he didn’t even know that you were awake, the tone changed in your relationship. you didn’t become best friends by any means, but there were no more rude remarks or jabs, he even helped you climb down from the bunk when you got up since your legs couldn’t reach the floor.     

the other boys noticed and were understandably confused. at one point Brandon mentioned it and you and Nick shared a look before shrugging and continuing to eat your breakfast, leaving him even more confused than before. 

Brandon and Edwin had a doctor’s appointment and the other three boys went to practice the choreography for their show so you were alone on the bus for a little while. 

you used the opportunity to take a quick shower, then got dressed in a comfy oversized tee shirt and small athletic shorts and started to head out to the main area of the bus. you stopped in your tracks when you saw Nick sitting at the small booth in the main area, elbows leaned on the table. 

you made brief eye contact with him as you entered but looked away quickly and went to the kitchenette to get a snack. in your peripheral vision, you saw him stand, but you didn’t look over even when you felt him getting closer to you.

you jumped when his hands softly landed on your hips, your whole body stiffening. 

“I know you were awake last night,” he said softly in your ear, his breath hot against your neck. 

“W-what?” you stuttered, feigning confusion. 

one of his hands wrapped further around you and pulled your back into his front, the other hand moved a piece of your hair to give him room to place his chin on your shoulder. 

“I felt your heartbeat speed up when i held you… i felt your breathing speed up,” he said, turning his head to look at the side of your face and waiting for you to respond. 

“I…” you sighed and looked around the room, trying to gather your thoughts, “i was nervous…” 

“Why?” the question was impossible to answer seeing as you had no idea why you were nervous.

“I don’t know.” you shook your head, you could feel your cheeks heating up and you turned your face away so that he couldn’t see you blush. 

“Look at me,” he said sternly, his deep voice somehow making you listen. you turned your face to look at him and were met with kind eyes, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth. 

“What?” you questioned anxiously. 

“I liked it…” he said quietly, his hand playing with the bottom of your shirt. 

“you… liked it? what?” you scoffed in disbelief. 

“yeah,” he spoke calmly, “i liked it.” 

he then pulled away and looked at you as he stepped towards the door of the bus, he then turned fully and left. leaving you feeling flustered, your mind racing. 

a few moments later Brandon and Edwin arrived back from their appointment and you had to pretend like everything was normal. 

—-

as you watched their show that night, you couldn’t keep your eyes from drifting over to Nick. thankfully, because of the intense lights they had shining on him, he wasn’t able to see you well enough to notice. 

you wouldn’t say that you were looking forward to going to bed tonight, but you were certainly curious if he would try something. your interaction earlier that day had jarred you and you weren’t sure how to proceed. 

after the show, you all went out and got drinks. you ended up getting back to the bus late, all of the boys pretty drunk. you giggled at them as they stumbled around the bus looking for different things. 

you got ready for bed quickly, putting on a big tee shirt and boyshorts then washing your face and brushing your teeth. you migrated back to the bunk area, peeking your head into the main room to say goodnight to the boys on the way. 

when you got to Nick’s bunk you climbed in and covered yourself with the blanket, then pulled out your phone and began scrolling through Instagram and checking in with your friends at home. you looked over when you heard someone in the hallway next to the bunk, peeking through the small gap between the wall and the curtain and saw Nick slipping on a shirt, hair wet from the shower. 

you watched carefully as he pulled back the curtain and climbed into bed, shutting off your phone and placing it to the side. he laid facing you, arms crossed in front of his chest. at that moment you wanted nothing more than to lean forward and bury your face in his chest and feel the fabric of his soft, dark green tee shirt against your skin. 

you lifted your hand and played with the fabric on the sleeve of his shirt, his eyes stayed glued to your face as he considered his next move. he sighed, throwing caution to the wind, placing a hand on your hip and pulling you into him. you wrapped your arms around his neck and sighed in contentment. he buried his head in your neck and ran his hand up and down your back. 

“Hi.” you smiled and played with the hair at the back of his head. 

“Hi there,” he whispered back, smiling against your shoulder. you scratched his back gently as he did the same to you.     

you giggled when he wrapped his hand around the back of your thigh and pulled it to drape over his waist, his hand then resting on top of it, thumb caressing your skin. 

“Hey, Nick?” you whispered softly, unable to keep yourself from questioning this whole situation. 

“Hm?” he responded sleepily, hand moving to rest on your side. 

“What does this… mean?” you struggled to find the proper words to ask him. 

“I’m not sure,” he answered truthfully and then moved his head to look at you, “But i know that I don’t want it to stop.” 

you looked at him for a moment before asking the question that had been on the tip of your tongue, “Why were you always so mean to me?” you asked earnestly, hoping that the answer isn’t hurtful. 

“Because Brandon liked you… so i couldn’t like you too because that would make me a bad friend,” he said, looking into your eyes and nodding his head once to make his point, “then after that, i didn’t know how to change the dynamic so i just let it stay the same.” 

“But Brandon has a girlfriend.” you shook your head, not fully buying his answer. 

“He didn’t two years ago when he introduced you to us,” he said matter-of-factly. 

“Shit…” you stared at his face as you realized that what he was saying was true. you knew that Brandon had feelings for you at one time, but you didn’t know about them until after they were long gone. 

“Yeah.” he chuckled at you and then bit his lip, “I’m sorry about all that by the way,” he said honestly.

“I’m not upset about it… i wasn’t too kind either.” you cringed as you thought back to some of your past conversations with him, wishing you could reclaim your words. 

“I’m not worried about it.” he smiled and shifted slightly closer to you, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. 

“Okay.” you smiled and played with the collar of his shirt, pulling at a loose thread and then looking back to meet his eyes. 

you fell asleep like that, wrapped up in each other’s embrace. both of you uncertain about the future, but excited by it at the same time. 

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This is a long one guys! idk why but this request just sent me, man. it’s like purely fluff, but lemme know if you want me to write a part 2 that goes in a different direction or one that keeps going in a similar direction to this :P Thanks for the fun request @prettydamnmuchinlove !

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A Pile Of Sticky Notes (Richie Tozier x Reader)

Richie Tozier x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: You and Richie had a thing going, and by ‘thing’ you mean rivalry. On the outside you hate him with all your might, but secretly you’ve been slipping love notes into his locker and praying no one ever sees you. Knowing your rotten luck, the person who catches you in the act is the one person you never wanted to be caught by. 

Warnings: Cussing, because it’s Richie… Obviously. Also kissing an’ shit, and this was requested by @ireland37, who wrote their own series based off the idea. Check it out!

Word Count: 1,304

“Is it hard to be this stupid, or does it come naturally?”

Richie snorted and, grinning widely, raised his middle finger at you. You didn’t notice the red tint to his face every time the two of you argued and he never knew that your chest wanted to explode whenever he insulted you, which was odd, but it happened anyway. Whether or not he had a comeback, you enjoyed the banter.

“If you want to talk about things that come naturally then you should see me in bed.” He fires back, crumpling paper into a ball and throwing it at you. You ducked and frowned, craning your neck to look at him. You were about to say something but the teacher walked in and shushed the class, and you were forced to turn back to the front.

Halfway through the boring class, you heard a quiet ‘thwip’ sound and felt something hit the back of your head. Your hand darted up to feel your hair, pulling a tiny ball of crumpled paper out of the locks. It was, to your absolute disgust, slimy.

“Bleh! That’s disgusting!”

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Imagine you and Steve arguing which then leads to you making out furiously.

Plot: You and Steve are arguing about a mission and then you make out furiously (duh)

“y/n it doesn’t matter I can believe you went on that mission without my permission!” yells Steve

“Oh cry me a river Rogers, I was doing fine on my own”. you say glaring at him with anger in your eyes.” Y/n I remember telling you to not go and that Natasha will take care of it.” he says his voice laced with anger.  Oh yea put Nat on the job instead of me, I’m just as capable!” you yell

‘’It’s not that y/n I need to keep you safe or else Nat will kill me.”he says.” God Steve you’re so full of it just because you are Captain America doesn’t mean you can treat me like a stupid little girl.’’ you say.” Oh don’t be so naive Y/N.” Steve says.” Wow Steve stop being such an asshole.” you yell.” Language!” yells Steve.” If you were so worried why didn’t you tell me not to go in the first place?” you ask.” .

“It’s complicated y/n.” said Steve.” You wouldn’t understand.”Oh i wouldn’t understand, I’m perfectly smart and I know what I’m doing.” you yell,” Oh yea y/n I will show you who’s stronger!” he yells.” Oh you’re going to fight me?” you say.” Go on do it.” your face is all red from yelling.

For a moment Steve does nothing. Then he walks very fast over to you, grabs you by your shoulders and smashes his lips against your own. You’re surprised but you kiss him back.It seems that all of the anger you guys had was poured into one passionate kiss. He wraps his arms around your waist and he carries you until you were against the wall. He licks your bottom lip begging for entrance, You let him and his tongue dominates your mouth, You continue to kiss him as he begins to kiss your neck leaving love bites all over. You moan and he grins and goes over them making them larger and far more noticeable.

“Bedroom now.” he growls as his kisses your lips. All you could do was nod you knew this was going to be a very interesting night.

Next Morning 

You wake up groggily and stare at the clock. It was 10:00 am. What time did I get to bed?you wondered. I tried to get up but you felt a pair of strong arms pulling you back down.” Please stay.” grumbles Steve into his pillow. Then you remember last night was crazy. You were so sore and damn the Captain knew how to make you quiver and scream. He slowly wakes up.” Mornin doll.” he says smiling.” What’s this Steve, last night you practically hated me and then your in my bed.” you say.” Last night was a whirl but I wanted to say that I was sorry for what I said. “ he replies.” It’s okay Rogers.” you say.” How about some I’m sorry pancakes?” he asks.” Sounds good cap.” you say. He presses his lips to yours and gets up pulling his shirt over his tank top

I added on to the ending hope you like it(: