i feel bad for anyone who hasn’t found that band or artist that has made their heart beat faster and has brought tears to their eyes and made them laugh and feel everything at once bc it’s literally one of the best feelings in the world and i hope everyone get to feel that
“her. the feeling i get when she’s around. the way my heart beats just a little faster and my hands get clammy. but more than that. the way she makes me laugh, and not just giggle i mean the laugh that comes from the soul and bellows throughout your whole body. the way my heart beats faster but my mind calms down, if even just for a moment. how i could listen to her talk for hours about anything and everything or sit in complete silence but feel just as content either way. the feeling. the feeling you get when you just know. know you want to be around that person, that you want to make them happy no matter the cost to yourself. the feeling. it’s. well. indescribable. its just. there. shes just, there. but want her here.”
For once in his life, Harry heartily agreed with Malfoy. This really was ridiculous. What was Dumbledore thinking? True, things had gone a bit out of hand after the last Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin but that didn’t justify… this!
“How am I supposed to concentrate on my O.W.L.s when I have to put up with a bunch of pillocks?!”
“Stop complaining, Malfoy. It won’t change anything,” Terry Boot called from across the dorm. Their newly shared dorm. One student from each house, that was the new rule. Dumbledore had announced it two weeks ago and Harry’s only consolation was that he was still in Gryffindor tower, in his own bed, while the other Gryffindors had moved into other dorms.
Harry still wasn’t convinced this would do anything for house unity. So far, Malfoy had picked a fight with Terry every time they were in the same room and he had even tried to hex Justin Finch-Fletchley once. As much as it annoyed Harry, at least it diverted Malfoy’s attention away from him. He really wasn’t in the mood to fight. He missed Ron. Seeing him in classes but not sharing a dorm just wasn’t the same.
“Potter! Get your filthy Quidditch robes away from my bed,” Malfoy growled, nudging the red and gold robes on the floor with his foot. Harry rolled his eyes.
“Will you relax? They’re nowhere near your bed,” Harry said exasperatedly.
“They are on my side of the room. Have you forgotten everything I told you about boundaries?” Malfoy fumed, drawing an invisible line between their beds with his hand, as he had done on their first day as dormmates.
Harry heard Terry snort.
“You’re one to talk,” he muttered under his breath.
“What was that”? Malfoy whirled around and gave Terry a dangerous look. Harry expected them to have another shouting match but Terry just shook his head and waved a dismissive hand in the air.
“If you have something to say, just say it!” Malfoy approached Terry, his hands on his hips.
“You of all people do not want me to say this out loud, believe me,” Terry said unblinking. Malfoy scrutinised him and Harry noticed a strange expression flicker across his face. “Unless you want to explain why these boundaries don’t seem to apply to you. Especially-”
“Are you trying to blackmail me? With something that you clearly imagined?” Malfoy interrupted him. His body was rigid and his face was inches away from Terry’s. The Ravenclaw smirked, his eyes darting over to Harry and then back to Malfoy.
“You know, Malfoy,” Terry said, crossing his arms in front of his chest, a smug expression on his face. “I always suspected you’d feel right at home in the Gryffindor dorms but I had no idea you’d get that cosy.”
Harry reacted on instinct when he saw Malfoy draw his wand. He grabbed his own from the nightstand and pointed it at Malfoy.
“Expelliarmus,” he yelled. Malfoy’s wand flew across the room and Harry caught it with his free hand. “Seriously, Malfoy? What is wrong with you?” Harry watched as Malfoy’s shoulders slightly slumped. Without another word he stormed out of the dorm, slamming the door behind him.
“What was that all about?” Harry murmured. He gave Terry a puzzled look. The Ravenclaw just sighed.
“Honestly, I don’t want to get in the middle of this, but Malfoy just… ugh!” Terry stomped his foot once and shook his head. “It’s really between the two of you.”
“The two of us?” Harry couldn’t imagine a scenario in which he and Malfoy could be referred to as ‘the two of you’. All he and Malfoy ever did was fight. Or ignore each other. Well, pretend to ignore each other would probably be more accurate.
“I really don’t want to be hexed in my sleep,” Terry groaned. “But… maybe try to be a bit more alert tonight, Harry. That’s all I’m going to say.”
Harry scratched the back of his neck, completely at loss.
“Okay,” he mumbled, wondering what on earth Terry was on about.
Draco sighed as he leaned his head against Harry’s nightstand. It really wasn’t fair. He watched as Harry’s chest rose and fell steadily, his face looking softer than ever in the moonlight. Why did he have to be so beautiful? Slowly, his fingers rose to Harry’s forehead to brush his bangs out of his face. He looked so peaceful.
It really wasn’t Draco’s fault he stayed up night after night to watch Harry sleep like a total creep. The first time it had happened, Draco had been wakened by a soft whimper. Investigating it further, he had seen Harry all sweaty and thrashing in his bed. Draco had intended to wake him, but as soon as he had leaned down, Harry had grabbed him and had pulled him down.
At first, Draco hadn’t been sure if Harry was awake or still asleep. He had gone very still when Harry had clutched at him until he had finally wrapped him in his arms and had almost strangled Draco. His face had been pressed against Harry’s chest, the Gryffindor’s heartbeat drumming against his cheek. It had been the most amazing thing Draco had ever felt.
He hadn’t dared to fall asleep that night. Seeing as Harry had finally calmed down with Draco in his arms, Draco had supposed it would be better to stay there until dawn. With Harry being restless in the bed beside him, he wouldn’t have gotten much sleep anyway.
After that, Draco had made a habit of watching Harry sleep. His touch seemed to calm the Gryffindor whenever he seemed to have a bad dream. But he hadn’t pulled Draco into his bed again. Draco didn’t want to admit to himself that he was secretly waiting for it to happen once more but he found himself leaning closer to his so-called enemy with every passing night.
As his fingers continued to stroke the soft curls, he frowned. No, Harry wasn’t his enemy at night. During the day, Draco kept up his snarky attitude and his animosity. But at night, there was no need for that. At night, he could simply stare at the boy who made his heart beat faster, who made his scalp prickle and who was responsible for the smile Draco had to hide once dawn was breaking.
Sometimes, Draco wished he didn’t have to hide it, could show it openly and let the stupid git know.
It really wasn’t fair.
Harry held his breath when he felt Malfoy’s fingers brush his ear. His heartbeat picked up instantly and he was pretty sure he was blushing. His cheeks suddenly felt really hot, as did the rest of his body.
Harry knew you were the one, he knew the moment he saw you standing there in one of his t shirts and a pair of shorts in his kitchen making a cup of tea that he was going to marry you. When he told the lads they poked fun at him for calling you his “soulmate” when he had only known you a few short months. He couldn’t fight the feeling he got in the pit of his tummy when you’d turn and smile at him, he couldn’t help the heat that would rise to his cheeks when you’d catch him staring at you and he just couldn’t shake the feeling of pure happiness he felt when you’d turn and snuggle closer to him in your sleep.
He knew he had to tell you how he was feeling, his problem was he didn’t exactly know how to go about telling you just how deeply in love with you he was. He didn’t know if it was something he should make a romantic dinner for or if he could simply state it over a cup of coffee in the morning before the two of you went your separate ways to work. He knew that if he didn’t tell you soon he was sure just going to let it slip out at the total wrong moment.
When he walked into the bedroom and saw you sitting at the end of the bed slipping off your heels he thought that now would be as good a time as any. You had just gotten home from a dinner with your friends, something that always led to you getting home later than normal and a bit more cuddly. He smiled as he leaned against the doorway and watched you fall back onto the bed as you let out a soft sigh.
“Ya wanna know somethin H?” Your voice was a bit muffled as you flopped over onto your tummy and turned your head to look at him. You propped your head up on your hands as your elbows dug into the soft comforter that was on the bed. Harry just raised an eyebrow at you causing you to giggle.
“What’s on your mind love?” His voice was soft and sweet as always, it was like music to your ears making you just grin at him. You couldn’t have looked more perfect to Harry than you did in that very moment. Your hair was falling around your face as your eyes had a shine to them as they looked into his, your smile was causing your dimple to show and you just looked so blissful as you laid on the bed the two of you shared.
“You’re it for me ya know?” Harry felt his heart start to beat faster as you just shrugged a little as you continued to just stare at him. “Like I’m probably gonna marry you.” And just like that Harry felt like the weight of the world was lifted off his chest, he couldn’t fight the grin that took over his face as he walked towards his slightly tipsy girlfriend.
“Ya gonna marry me?” He asked and you just nodded your head as you flopped back over onto your back causing Harry to just laugh as he sat down next to you. “Wouldn’t mind that.” He added in a whisper as you scooted closer to him so you could rest your head in his lap.
“Love you.” Harry just smiled as he began to run his fingers through your hair, soon your eyes were fluttering closed as Harry leaned down and placed a sweet kiss to your forehead.
“You’re my soulmate petal, love you more than I’m ever gonna love anyone.” He knew you heard him by the way your mouth formed a small smile. “You’re it for me.” He leaned down and kissed the corner of your mouth before he slowly moved your head from his lap.
He slowly moved you up so your head was now on your pillow, he tucked you into bed and placed a quick kiss to the top of your head before turning the lamp off that was on your nightstand. When he finally made his way into the bed he couldn’t help but take this time to truly look at you. His bedside lamp was the only light in the room and your sleeping body just looked perfect in his eyes, he was quite pleased with the fact the two of you were on the same page when it came to your future. He was more relaxed knowing you felt the same, you truly were his soulmate and he was yours and together the two of you could handle whatever life was going to throw at you.
You’re confusing me! Confusion is part of it. That’s how you find out if something’s there. Emotions are never black and white. They’re more like symptoms. You lose your breath every time they enter a room. Your heart beats faster when they walk by. Your skin tingles when they stand close enough to feel their breath. I know you feel what I feel, Alec. You don’t have any clue what I feel so back off.
Summary: Both Richie and Eddie are very fond of each other and often tease each other affectionately, especially Richie to Eddie. So Bill and Stan both play cupid, which results in swapping mixtapes for eachother.
Warning(s): Bad language, 13 year olds kissing (don’t read if you think its fucking weird?? bc its not), if you think this is me sexualising these cuties-don’t bother
A/N: Look at my children in love, PLEASE I highly recc listening to either of the mixtapes that are linked above^^? They are both very 70/80′s. btw I do requests? If anyone wants to hit me up an x reader or a ship in IT 2017 (or IT in general) I’ll be glad to do so?? don’t be shy
Eddie quickly began swatting at Richie’s hand, his eyebrows furrowed heavily and a frown on his lips, “Don’t touch me with your rotten hands, asshole!”
Richie ignored his protests and flinched away from his swats, moving his hand to now over his shoulders and pulling the smaller boys frame into his own side, a grin on his lips. “You’re such a cutie, Eds.”
“No, No I’m fucking-”
“Both of you, shut up.” Stanley grumbles after rolling his eyes several times at the two.
Richie snapped his eyes at Stan, glaring through his coke bottle glasses, which only enhanced his eye size even more. He held Eddie closer, even with Eddie’s flushed cheeks he still squirmed lightly.
Stan sighs in relief and folds his arms as the group goes back to its usual discussion about the new random comic book of the week. Eddie couldn’t help but allow his heart to beat faster at Richie’s touch against his form, making him feel protected in his stronger grip. He couldn’t help but zone out as Richie begun to bicker that his comic book that he found was better than Stan’s.
Bill tilted his head, analysing Eddie as his eyes would flicker all over the place with his mouth gaping before closing every now and then and gulping. He knew that how he was acting wasn’t the norm for Eddie whenever Richie was like this, something was different. Not to mention that he had stopped struggling against Richie who wasn’t even holding Eddie tightly or forcing him in place.
Bill smiled a bit, as something clicked inside of his head- a plan. But he was going to need Stanley to help out.
That night, on the way home from their adventurous summer day- Bill was walking Eddie home as Stanley had taken Richie to a different route. Bill hummed a tune as he walked alongside his friend, grinning as he turned to look at him.
Eddie looked at Bill, tilting his head, “So?”
“So, y-..you and Richie?”
“Yeah?” Eddie was confused, almost disgust in his voice- but Bill could see past the faux disgust.
“I saw how you were t-today, Eddie. Y-you were blushing.”
This again, only caused Eddie to heat up as his form became a flustered mess and he glared at Bill. “You would blush too if someone touched your arm!”
“N-no, I’d only b-blush if Bev touched my arm there.” Bill pointed out, “but in this instance, you blushed when Richie had his arm around you- as well when he pinched your cheek and called you a ‘cutie’, it’s quite obvious.”
Eddie snapped his head away, patting his fanny pack for reassurance for himself. “Whats your point?”
“My point? M=my point is that he’s flirting with you; y-you like him.”
“I don’t like him! And he isn’t flirting with me! He acts like that with everyone-”
Bill cuts Eddie off quickly, “E-Eddie, do you see him pinching any of our cheeks and calling us a ‘cutie’? He doesn’t put his arms a-around us or any of the shit he does for you, not to mention he calls you E-Eds and doesn’t have a nickname for any of us.”
“N-n..not to mention, he carries an extra i-inhaler around just incase you lose yours.”
Thats when Eddie’s breath hitches, feeling butterflies go crazy in his abdomen, adoration swirling and tugging at his heart strings. He could practically hear his heart in his ears loud and clear.
“He… he does?” Eddie whispers, his voice quivering a bit.
“Yeah, even though he knows that you don’t even need it anymore, because you know, gazebos and your Mom making your illness up and shit but- yeah.” Bill smiles, watching how the young boy was falling more and more in love.
Eddie then quickly holds his wrist, feeling his pulse; resulting his fingertips quivering from feelings how his heart was beating with happiness.
“Oh… I-I never knew that. He’s never told me…”
“That’s b-because you’ve never needed it, but he always has.”
Eddie bites his lip, “What a fucking, what- he’s a fucking dick.” Eddie protests, blushing bright as ever.
“Sure he is,” Bill chuckled, “But l-look, I wanna help you. I know when someone is in love when I see it.”
“How?” Eddie asked, neither denying his feelings or admitting.
“Well.. It i-involves music.”
Meanwhile, Stanley was grumbling to himself in annoyance and cursing Bill’s name for getting him into this situation with Richie Tozier. He didn’t want to do this, but Bill had promised to give him some candy as a reward if it goes well.
“So, Richie. I’m gonna make this quick as possible so I can just go home.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Richie asked with pure confusion, a single eyebrow furrowing and one raising.
“You like Eddie, Eddie likes you.” Stan started, his face full of boredom, “Can you just hurry up and tell him?”
Richie was shocked by his friend’s words at first, before smirking. “Hell yeah I like him, I tell him all the time.”
“I mean genuinely, you asshole.” Stan sighed, “Not as a joke or some shit, literally confess your fucking feelings to him or something.”
Richie rolls his eyes, not being fazed by the situation, “What makes you think I like him seriously? I’m not fucking gay-”
“It’s pretty fucking clear you like girls, after you telling us for the full day about the first time you ‘tickled your pickle’ to a random magazine that had huge boobs all over it. But you like guys too, there’s nothing wrong with that.” Stan spoke with a monotone voice, managing to not let any voice cracks slip.
Richie scoffed, “I don’t like him, he’s a friend and I like to tease him.”
“You tease him by calling him ‘cute’ and you give him a nickname, you don’t do it to anyone else. You like him, just admit it- no one is judging you.”
Richie frowned, huffing a bit and rolling his eyes. “Well, what if I did? Whats your point and where are you going with this?”
Stan smirked, patting Richie’s back forcefully, causing him to stumble forward.
“What’s your taste in music like?”
The next day, both Richie and Eddie were walking to school together in perfect unison, both of them holding a tape in their pocket that held a variety of songs that the one had imagined for the other.
Richie gulped, for once actually nervous around Eddie. What would Eddie think of him? It was a fucking mixtape, it was Richie’s music taste. Would he even like it? Would he-
“Richie, here. I want you to have this.” Eddie cut off Richie’s thoughts, holding up a tape alike to Richie’s.
Richie blinked twice, stopping in his steps. The tape was all black and what seemed to be painted on with nail polish ‘Sucks to Suck’ on top of the tape.
“I-it’s a mixtape.” Eddie mumbled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as he felt flustered.
Richie stayed silent, slowly taking the tape, analysing it with soft eyes before looking up with confusion. He turned over the mix tape to see ‘to Richie’ painted with the same shade of white but in smaller writing.
“You made one too?” He spoke quietly, his head tilted to the side which caused his dark brown hair to tilt too.
“Look…” Richie dug into his pocket and pulled out his own black tape which had a sticker on it, saying ‘Gimmie head til’ I’m dead!’ on it, with writing scribbled onto the back saying ‘to Eds’ with a cheeky smiley face, “I made one too, here.” He handed it over.
Eddie’s eyes widened, blushing a bit as he took it from the glasses wearing boy and read over it- mentally scoffing at the sticker but he was in awe of the idea that both of them had somehow made a mixtape for the other.
“You too?” Eddie whispered in shock.
“Well, yeah- but it wasn’t my idea.”
“It wasn’t mine either.”
Richie quickly smirked, rolling his eyes, “They fucking set us up.”
“Who? Bill? Because it was Bill’s idea for me-” Eddie began to ramble on.
“It was Stan’s idea for me.”
Eddie then stopped, sighing with a grin- poking his tongue in his cheek. “Fuck, that makes sense.”
Both look at each other with grins slowly spreading over their chapped lips, soon the two boys were in a fit of giggles due to the realisation of the sweet situation. Both never taking eyes off one another, blushes spreading to their ears and down their necks.
“I, I guess I’ll listen to this tonight?” Richie’s voice broke, still calming down from his fit of giggles.
“Yeah, me too… I-i uh, I picked out the songs carefully and put them in order a certain way, so..” Eddie trailed off, becoming a little ashamed incase Richie would tease him for his effort.
But Richie only felt love swell inside of him at those words, he grabbed Eddie’s hand with his free one and leant forward, bending down slightly, whilst pressing their lips together for the first time. Eddie’s eyes widened in shock, before melting and wrapping his free arm around Richie’s neck with the mixtape in his firm grip. Both merged together in sync and harmony, with their lips swelling and becoming saturated in colour. Richie wrapped his other arm around Eddie’s waist and too held his mix tape tightly as they both kissed in the middle of the street, hand in hand, with no shame at all.
Eddie sat down at his desk, placing his headphones over his head, pressing play as quickly the flood of Richie vibes swirled into his eardrums. Finally, after many aching hours at school he had time to listen to this mixtape.
I don’t want to know your name
Cause’ you don’t look the same
The way you did before
Okay, you think you got a pretty face
But the rest of you is out of place
You looked alright before…
Eddie chuckled at the familiar song, it often played in arcades that the Losers club all went too. It went under the title ‘Fox on the Run’ and it was by ‘The Sweets’.
Fox on the run!
You scream and everybody comes a running!
Take a run and hide yourself away…
Foxy on the run!
Fox on the run…
And hide away!
Eddie listened to every song intensely, capturing the vibe of Richie Tozier perfectly. He had even picked out songs that they both loved and favoured. Eddie really adored Richie’s music taste and everything about it, it perfectly described him as a person and he loved that.
Soon, the last song came on. By the instrumental, Eddie recognised it to be ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love With You’ by Elvis Presley. HIs heart hammered quickly.
Wise men say,
Only fools rush in
But I, cant help, falling in love with you…
Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin?
If I can’t help, falling in love with you…
Eddie’s breath hitched in his throat, feeling his pulse echo throughout his system. This was not part of Richie’s vibe at all, but part of Eddie’s. Eddie loved Elvis Presley whilst Richie wasn’t a big fan of him.
But this song was magical and made for someone special, so Eddie was shocked and swooned. Very much so captivated.
Eddie Kaspbrak was falling in love with Richie Tozier.
Later that night, Richie laid down in bed with his cheap headphones, before plugging them into the mixtape and pressing the button to get the songs going.
The first song started; it was of course one of Richie’s favoured artists as well as Eddie’s. From what he knew, this was one of Eddie’s favourite songs from David Bowie, it was called Heroes and it was a truly beautiful song.
I, I will be king.
And you, you will be queen.
Though nothing, will drive them away
We can beat them, just for one day.
Oh we can be heroes!
Just for one day.
And you, you can be mean.
And I, I drink all the time.
Because we’re lovers, and that is a fact.
Yes we’re lovers, and that is that.
Though nothing, will keep us together
We could steal time, just for one day.
We could be heroes, forever and ever.
What’d you say?
Richie felt his heart pump faster and swell as the mixtape carried on, each song having Eddie’s vibe to it. But Richie could tell that they matched him in a way that made Eddie pick it for him to listen to. Everything was intentional.
After a good 50 minutes, the final song was starting to play. Yet Richie wasn’t prepared for what he was about to hear.
Don’t make it bad,
Take a sad song, then make it better.
Remember, to let her into your heart.
Then you can start to make it better.
Richie’s eyes widened as his thoughts wandered back to Eddie’s simple words. ‘I picked out the songs carefully and put them in order a certain way.’ This meant that Eddie had intentionally wanted Richie to hear this song last.
Don’t be afraid.
You were made to go out and get her.
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better.
Richie felt the tears prick at his waterline as this was the first time of him being emotional at a song. Eddie was the only person that knew about Richie’s home life, how he was neglected by his parents constantly and was alone. He knew that the reason why Richie was so loud and out there was because he didn’t receive the attention he deserved at home, so he wanted it from friends. He wanted to make people laugh, Eddie knew this.
Eddie’s key words lingered in his brain, as it stuck out to him that this single song revealed that Eddie’s whole mixtape was set up in a way to help Richie throughout dark times or whenever he felt alone, so he could remember that Eddie had cared enough to set up this mixtape in perfect order to make Richie stronger in that given moment.
And anytime you feel the pain,
Hey Jude, refrain
Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders.
For well you know that it’s a fool,
Who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder.
Richie’s tears finally fell, making him take his glasses off to refrain any of the tears staining the lenses. Eddie had purposely picked this song as if to say that Richie was in fact his Jude, he wanted Richie to get better and hopefully have a better mindset besides his life at home.
Nah, nah nah, nah nah, nah nah, nah nah…
His breaths shook, as he held the mixtape to his chest with the headphones still placed perfectly on his head. He was thankful to have someone like Eddie who would even bother to do this, as something as simple as this with so much thought put into it only made him fall in love with the small boy even more.
Annon: Hi I don’t know if you can do a bill Skarsgard imagine like bill
brothers come to visit you two and you an bill have a little fun at
night😉😉and in the morning his brothers tease you both about how loud
you are and bill was defending you and yeah ejeje thank you!! “Smut”
@harleysgothamonline Hello, desperate fangirl here! Could you possibly do an imagine where
the reader and Bill get into a huge argument just having a screaming
match and they are both screaming and crying and she’s hitting his chest
out of anger, and then they both make up by kissing passionately and
cuddling. It’s okay if you want to pass on that idea, I promise I won’t
be butt hurt lol.
Warnings: Language, smut.
A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I mixed two request, I’ve changed the roles just a little. This is my firs time writting smut and I really sucks… sorry about that, I‘ve tried my best, sorry for my horrible english.
Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader
Title: “You moan like a princess”
“Stop yelling, Y/N, my siblings are in the
next room” Bill whispered trying to stay calm despite his girlfriend still
yelling at him without reason
“I DON’T CARE THEY’RE IN HERE BILL” She
yelled furiously, feeling her heart beating faster against her chest
“Why are you so angry, Y/N? WHAT DID I DO
NOW?” he asked without understanding, twining his fingers in his hair, starting
to feel desperate.
“I SAW YOUR CELLPHONE” She confessed with
tears in her eyes “I SAW YOUR MESSAGES WITH THAT SLUT, BILL!” She felt the bitter tears begin to slide down
her red cheeks. Bill looked at her, he was furious, his girlfriend had been
snooping on his cellphone without permission
“WHY DID YOU CHECK MY PHONE, Y/N?” He asked
angrily, starting to yell too
“OH MY GOD! I JUST FOUND YOUR MESSAGES WITH
ANOTHER WOMAN AND YOU… Oh God , I CAN’T
BELIEVE IT, BILL!” She tried to look at him, but tears clouded her vision and
she felt how her heart break into a thousand pieces. Bill stayed quiet, looking
at who he believed was the love of his life, crying furiously in front of him
and he felt like the worst human being.
“I’m sorry” He whispered with a broken
voice, approaching her, trying to hold her, but she walks away
“YES, YOU SHOULD SORRY” She kept yelling,
not with anger but sadness
“Y/N, it’s not what you think, nothing ever
happened with her” He tried to hug her desperately and she hits him on the
“I’m not stupid, Bill” She hits him again trying
to get away from him, but he was holding her tight
“I know you’re not, Y/N, please” He begged with tears in his eyes “I love you”
“No, you don’t” She sobbed as he embraced
“Hey…” He whispered and takes her chin with
his fingertips “Look at me, my love” Y/N turned to see him, Oh God! She loved his
green eyes “You have to believe me, I
would never do anything to hurt you” He said more relaxed
“But I saw the messages, Bill, you can’t
He sighed heavily.
The truth was that in the last few months,
Bill had been planning his marriage proposal to Y/N, and his best friend had
agreed to help him with it, the messages really could be misunderstood because
they just talked about meeting in certain places to talk about it
“She was helping me to plan my marriage
proposal” he confesses in distress “Now it’s all ruined, but I don’t care
because I don’t want to lose you Y/N” he walked to the dressing table and take
the fake flowers from the clay vase, he reached into the vase and pulled out a
small black box.
He went back to Y/N and showed it to her
“It’s not as I had planned it, actually Gustaf and Alex were here to help me
with it but… damn it! You’d to be a psycho girlfriend, dear!” Y/N looked at him
in puzzlement, with one hand covering her mouth, feeling the stupidest woman on
the planet, she was trembling and couldn’t control it, Bill rested his forehead
on hers; she could feel his warm breath and breathe his favorite cologne that
she loved it so much, chamomile and mint, she looked into his eyes “be my wife”
he whispered opening the little box
“Oh my god”
“is it a yes?”
“Yes” She whispered almost inaudibly.
Bill took the ring and put it on her
finger. He kissed her, holding her tightly by the waist, but it wasn’t a
romantic kiss, it was one full of desire. It wouldn’t be the first time they
ended up having sex after an argument.
He was much taller than her, but Y/N
manages to take a small leap by wrapping her legs around his waist; Bill walked
with her and they lie down on the bed while still kissing
“Do you want to go out to dinner? Or do you
prefer to stay and kiss to see how this continues?” He said between kissed. Y/N
looked at him and responded with another kiss even more passionate than the
Her hands had begun to play with the
buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning them one by one until completely removed. She
loved to see him like that, she adored his milky skin and his Adam’s apple
moving every time is swallowed, she loved his dilated pupils giving a
special touch to the green of his eyes, and his velvet lips, Dear God.
Bill had taken her dress off along with her
dark bra, his kisses had begun to run down her neck and shoulder making her
gasp slightly, his velvet lips begging to fiddle with her left nipple making
her squirm under him and panting wildly, his right hand low up brushing the
thin fabric of her underwear, feeling as she began to get wet just for him, her
Y/N tried to control her hips, but she was
desperate to feel some friction, so she took his hand and guide him inside her
panties, he began to touch her gently
rubbing her clit, she struggled not to moan to loudly,
after all Bill’s brothers were in the next room. He slides his fingers inside her
and she twisted her neck letting exposed to him, he couldn’t miss the
opportunity to kiss it and suck it slightly causing it to form a small hickey
that would disappear soon.
He stopped touching her “What happened?” She
asked confused “Why did you stop?”
“It seems you aren’t enjoying what I’m
doing” He replied, whispering in her ear. His warm breath crashing against her
skin, excited her even more.
“Your brothers are in the other room, Bill”
“I thought you didn’t mind, sweetheart” He
tested her, lifted one eyebrow playfully as he licked her earlobe, making her
“Bill, please” she whispered
want you to scream my name” He slip another finger inside her and felt her
scratching his arm.
“Bill” she whispered breathlessly as he
began to move his fingers inside her, she moved her hips and moan against his
neck “more…” She begged him
“I can’t hear you, sweetie”
“Fuck me, Bill” She begged, biting his jaw
gently and arranging to unbuckle his belt and remove his trousers, touching his
prominent bulge, he groaned at her touch and without thinking twice she moved
her hand inside his boxers taking his erection.
“Shee-it, Y/N” He settled between her legs
and gently slide inside her as he kissed her hardly, he lets out a small groan
as she scratched his back in response, he started thrusting faster and harder
In a quick movement, Y/N was on top of him,
riding his cock and scratching his chest with every movement she made, Bill
held her by the waist to gain the most stimulation with each stroke. He loved
her, he loved her waist, her messy hair and her breasts moving to the beat of
She began to feel how the heat grew inside
her and her calves began to tingle, as it happened every time she was about to
reach an orgasm, she also felt how Bill’s muscles began to tense beneath her…
“Y/N” He groaned as he clutched her breasts and took her neck to draw her
closer to him and kiss her with passion finally thrusting their both into a
Y/N and Bill were in the kitchen making
breakfast, they heard footsteps and laughter in the hall, Gustaf and Alex
appeared and sat on the kitchen counter in front of both
“Good morning guys” Y/N greeted them while
turning a pancake with the spatula
“Good morning, Y/N” replied Gustaf “How
about last night guys?” he asked as he serve a cup of coffee, Y/N and Bill cross
glances and laugh “I mean… we heard you arguing”
“And other stuff” Alex joked
felt her cheeks begin to turn pink and laughed nervously, she knew these two
too well and they wouldn’t hesitate to joke “I don’t know which one is
noisier, if my brother or his girlfriend” mocked Alex and Bill turned to see
Gustaf let out a loud laugh “Bill you moan
like a princess”
Y/N laughed and watched Bill’s jaw began to
“I mean… Dad would be very disappointed in
you, brother” Alex stood up to reach a mug
Y/N laughed and walked over to Bill “Let
him alone guys” She said, wrapping her arms around his neck “I love your moans
baby, don’t mind them” she confessed giving him a kiss on his lips and gigglin.