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notjustjavierpena · 8 months

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Siggy, the real question is pls get some more pregnancy joel…..bc tempers has me feeling some type of way 😮‍💨🥹

The Making of Ellie - Part IV

A/N: Ask and you shall receive, anon ❤️ Hope it is worth the wait.

Summary: Your libido has increased since getting pregnant. Joel doesn’t have a problem with indulging you.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader/You (No y/n)

Tags: +18 smut (mdni!), teasing, fingering, dirty talk, squirting, pregnancy sex, bit of fluff, intense orgasms, handjob, come-eating, desperate and whimpering joel is a warning in itself, the tiniest use of daddy.

Word count: 2.4k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49183051/chapters/124097539

Libido

Since entering your third trimester, your libido has increased significantly. It is to the point where you feel painfully hot and bothered throughout the day, having described it as an itch that simply won’t go away no matter how much you scratch it. You’ll cross your legs, bite your lip, flush pink and be short of breath just by catching a glimpse of Joel, and he’ll be on you as soon as humanly possible. In short: You just want to, and you do, fuck all the damn time. Bed, bathroom, kitchen, in the hallway, once on the staircase, car.

Joel is happy to oblige, at least inside the four walls of your shared home. Sarah has completely fled the house at this point; despite it starting with your temper tantrums, her distaste for being home was really set in stone when she walked in on the two of you in a compromising position.

“Dad, I’m really happy for you and all, but Jesus Christ, I’ll be home again tomorrow,” she’d said, and now, she comes home for dinner and to pack her soccer bag. He lets her. She’s practically grown at this point, and he’ll see her when she needs him, he knows this. He has made it a habit to text her goodnight too, and she always responds quickly with a heart emoji.

You on the other hand are a whole different story. You are always in close proximity to him, circling him like a goddamn cat who does not want to admit its attachment to you and waiting to strike for the right moment to get attention.

Joel is emptying the dishwasher, a thing that he has made clear is his job after the incident, when he spots you out of the corner of his eye. He smiles to himself and pretends not to see you, continuing his work on getting all the mugs into the cabinet above him without crushing any of the million amounts of snacks you have hidden in the back.

You move closer. He watches still, catches the way your skirt flows as you walk to stand on his right side. You grip the edge of the kitchen counter, leaning against it and eyeing him up.

“Hey babe,” you say, tapping a finger on the front of the kitchen cabinet.

“Hi honey,” he replies nonchalantly to make you work for it. He starts filling up the dishwasher too, causing a microexpression of frustration and confusion on your face.

“Do you wanna do something together?” You suggest.

“Sure, when ’m done here.”

“How about now? Skip the cleaning up thing?”

“Is there anythin’, in particular, ya wanna do?” He acts oblivious. He goes to wash his hands, “Somethin’ that can’t wait?”

“Well,” you say with confidence, “Wouldn’t you rather get with—“

You push your hands down onto the counter to lift yourself up onto the kitchen table, but the act is hardly successful; you’ve become too stiff to do it, and it ends up a lot less sexy than Joel assumes is your intention. You try again, but you can’t get your ass onto the table, round belly in the way of being flexible enough to be seductive.

“Hold up,” you furrow your brows, trying your act again and using your legs to kickstart the jump off the floor but yet again to no avail, “I can do this.”

“Sweetheart,” Joel says, one hand resting on his chin as he hides the urge to laugh out loud. He clears his throat to cover up a chuckle.

“Stop,” you snap at him as you catch him actually laughing at you. He tries to suppress it, but when it bubbles up in his chest without his control, you become stubborn, “No, no, just wait.”

You struggle for a few moments more whilst Joel bites his cheek to keep you from getting upset. Eventually, you groan, “A little help here?”

“Sure,” Joel stands in front of you. He pushes on the soles of your feet the next time you try jumping, giving you the boost you need to perch yourself on the surface.

“Now,” you brush non-existent dust off your skirt, gesturing to yourself afterward. Joel thinks you’re adorable, “Wouldn’t you rather get with this than clean the kitchen?”

Joel sends you a smirk, “After that whole display, I’m actually not sure. Can you jump down and do it again so I’m certain?”

“Joel,” you bite, crossing your arms over your chest. He doesn’t know if you purposely squeeze your fuller breasts together or if he is just a dog, but he cannot help himself from staring. You catch him doing it, “Great. So you can stare at my cleavage, but you can’t touch me?”

Joel says your name. You ignore him.

“Have I not been paying ‘nough attention to ya?” Joel tuts in the softest voice, closing the distance between you to stand in between your legs, “Is that why you’re actin’ up?”

You pout at him so prettily, arms still underneath your tits and fingers tapping on your elbows. It turns more fun when you don’t reply, gaze dropping after it becomes too intense to stare back at him. Joel loves this little game, can feel his cock twitch in his jeans and threaten to strain against the zipper. You look past his shoulder, chewing on your bottom lip with a sort of pained restlessness.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Joel continues. He reaches out to place his palm on your round belly, rubbing soothingly as you continue to ignore him in your attempt to repress a tantrum. He knows you get angry and frustrated when you don’t eat, but after getting you pregnant, he has discovered that you react the same to not getting fucked on the regular too, “‘S not right for me to tease ya like that.”

“No, it’s not,” you agree, placing your hand on top of his in a gesture of reconciliation, “Think you should make it up to your baby mama. She’s going insane, you know. Only you help.”

Joel can feel his cock start to harden already. It is so easy for you to rile him up these days, hearing you talk about how he has ruined anything else for you. He is the only one to save you from this torment, and luckily, Joel likes to be useful.

“Yeah? And what’s that?” Joel’s hand on your stomach slips down and then up under your skirt. He glides his fingertips along your inner thigh, watches you struggle to find the words as his digits go further north until they rest right by the fabric of your underwear. He can feel the warmth radiating from your core.

“Uhh,” you say as your mind fogs. Your legs automatically spread for him.

“This?” He hooks his thumb underneath the damp fabric right at your center, “Jesus, you’re so wet, baby. I’m so sorry. If you’d just told me, I would’ve—“

“Just touch me, stop talking, and—” you whine, scooting a little further towards the edge to give him more access, “Don’t have to worry now.”

Joel’s thumb settles on your clit and presses down lightly. It causes you to say his name desperately, the back of your head knocking against the kitchen cabinet when you crane your neck back.

“Shit, are you okay?” Joel asks. He stops temporarily while you reach up to touch the back of your head. Though instead of wincing, you start giggling and Joel cannot suppress his own laughter.

“Keep going,” you egg him on, “I’ll be more careful.”

Joel decides to pull your underwear to the side instead, so he can sink two fingers into you. You let out a shaky breath, “Oh, fuck. That’s just what I needed.”

Joel’s thumb is on your clit again. He fucks you on his digits slowly, searches for your g-spot for only a second before rubbing it with the pads of his fingers. God, the way your face goes slack. You absolutely love it.

The wet squelches of your cunt are obscene enough to get him painfully hard in mere seconds too, combined with the feeling of your walls fluttering with your climax building.

“How the fuck are you so soaked?” He asks in disbelief.

“May have pregamed,” you admit in your blissful state.

“What?” Joel doesn’t stop what he is doing, but he slows down until he has almost come to a halt.

You find his gaze with a frown, “Don’t stop.”

“I haven’t… pregamed?”

You squirm a little and try to move, but Joel places his free hand on your belly to stop you, “Tried to take care of it myself. Didn’t fucking work, okay? The angle is all wrong.”

Joel cannot believe his ears. He lets his hand go up to grab your chin and then starts fucking your cunt with his fingers in earnest. You cry out softly, holding his gaze intensely.

“You find me, okay?” He puts on the voice that always makes you shut up and nod, “I don’t care what the fuck I’m doing. Say you wanna come and I’ll be there.”

Just like he predicted, you simply nod at his words. Your hand comes up to wrap around his wrist, and he marvels at how you are barely able to connect your fingertips when your hand is in a fist around it. He loves you. Sweetest little thing he has ever known.

“Gonna be a good girl and come f’me?” He smiles devilishly when your breathing indicates that you are close. He lets go of your chin and splays the palm on your chest to feel your rapid heartbeat, “Make those legs tremble f’me?”

He curls his fingers upwards to torture his favorite spot inside of you, and then you are coming around them with fast pulses of your walls. He watches your thighs twitch once and then twice before actually shaking violently, making him wonder how long you’ve involuntarily edged yourself before finding him.

“Fuck, Joel, Joel,” you gasp in a very particular way, and Joel quickly removes his fingers from your cunt to see how a wet patch forms on your skirt from how you gush repeatedly as your climax reaches its peak.

It doesn’t even matter that it’s in the fucking kitchen, because the pride that he feels at making you squirt knows no bounds, and he cannot help the boyishness in his chuckle, “You’re fucking amazing.”

“Holy fuck,” you groan as you come down from your high. You rest your head against the kitchen cabinet again, this time without knocking it roughly into it.

“Good?” He asks.

“Fantastic,” you sigh contentedly, “Just gimme a sec. Take your pants off. I wanna do something nice for you before I go take this stupid skirt off.”

“Baby, you don’t have to,” he reassures despite how his dick hurts by now.

“Pants off, Miller,” you commandeer.

Joel follows through without further hesitation. He makes quick work of undoing his jeans and shoving them down with his underwear, grunting at the friction along his hard cock.

“Look at you,” you say with a pout, “Poor baby daddy.”

You reach out to grab a hold of his cock, watching the bead of precome that threatens to drip down from the tip. Running the pads of your fingers up and down the shaft teasingly, Joel lets out a relieved moan at finally being touched but it only lasts for a moment because nothing escalates.

“You said something nice. This ain’t nice, sweetheart,” he tells you with a groan, squeezing himself further in between your legs to get closer to your smug expression. You swear the precome over the sensitive head and both of Joel’s hands fly to the kitchen counter. He places them flat against the surface, “Really not gonna say anythin?’

You bite your bottom lip and shake your head, eyes still glazed over with your post-orgasmic bliss but now also sporting an innocence that drives him mad. You start stroking his dick, fist tightening around his girth and he can feel himself pulse in your hand.

It feels fucking great as you drag your palm over the skin again and again, but something clicks in Joel’s head when desperation hits. Fuck, he wants to come.

It would be impossible to make his body listen to him right now as it feels disconnected from reality and control. He tilts his hips, looks down at where you’re touching him so expertly, and then fucks himself into your tight grip.

“Jesus Christ, Joel,” you say in disbelief but never falter. If anything, you manage to squeeze enough to make it a tighter fit without hurting him, “Fuck, you’re so hot like this.”

“Fuck,” he swears loudly and speeds up his hips. One of the hands on the kitchen table comes up to grab a cabinet handle, knuckles turning white as he strains to chase his orgasm.

When the rubber band at the base of his spine snaps, Joel stills his hips. Your hand hesitates for a second, but then the first rope of come spills over your hand and you milk him for every drop he has in him.

Joel hasn’t come like this in a while; always empties himself sheathed inside your soft cunt, but when you praise him absentmindedly as he comes, he finds that he might become partial to it. He pants through the almost painful clenches of his lower stomach and balls.

When he whimpers at the over-sensitivity, your hand stills completely. Your free hand strokes his cheek with the back of your fingers, “You good? Talk to me.”

It takes a beat to find his bearings once more. His hand plops down onto the counter again. He mumbles with exhaustion coating his voice, “Alright. ‘M back.”

He thinks you’re as spent as him, but with your remaining energy, you lift your hand from his cock to lick his come off the back of it with the flat of your tongue. He groans, “Dirty girl.”

“What? It has vitamins,” you tease, giving your hand another kitten lick, “Unfortunately not D. Should’ve been vitamin D.”

Joel rolls his eyes. He struggles a little with his balance as he gets dressed again, blood still not having fully returned to his brain. He gets the paper towels and helps you clean up, but you just look at him with a dazed smile.

“What?” He questions.

“You better fuck me like that tonight,” you muse.

“You know what to say, and I’ll be there. No pregaming,” he replies simply and helps you onto the ground again, “Now go change, momma.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

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hoeforalbedo · 2 years

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heyy! saw ur post ab scara and i just. my brain is full of him so here:

Scaramouche who would be hella annoying when he wants attention like he’s a fucking cat, knocking shit over on ur desk and being obnoxious bc he likes to see you frustrated (sfw)

Scaramouche who makes you thigh ride him while he works because he likes to see you whimper (nsfw/suggestive)

idk how helpful these r but yeah!

Scaramouche x afab!reader

Summary: Scara is a terrible boss. You hate him but you love him. Modern AU

warnings:mentions of female genitals, sex, making out, cursing, thigh-riding, Scara being a bitch, idk tell me if I missed anything

SFW

Scaramouche is the worst boss you've ever had. Well it is your first time being a secretary for a very large company and of course you plan to be on your best behavior and be a great role model for everyone.

Someone, however, stirs you from going down that path. How can a CEO be so obnoxious?? First, he makes you do most of his work for him. He would give you stacks of papers and expects you to finish it for him when he's the one who should be doing it. "Just stamp my authorization or something. I don't really care what you do with the ones you don't like. Stamp it or not." He would then go out for some coffee or wine, whatever floats his boat.

This man even has the audacity, when he's bored, to sit on your desk, look through the papers, and throw them at every corner of the room. "You're looking quite frustrated, makes me want to annoy you even more," He would smirk.

"I’ll make sure you don’t have that satisfaction then,” You smirk, trying to talk back. You really can't really push him away because he is your boss and he knows it. He enjoys the power over you and he would continue to tease you.

"Oh please, I’m always good at my own game.” He slaps down a few more files and reaches over to mess up your hair. “I expect you to get this done asap. It's for the conference tomorrow. Better get working, busy bee." He would smirk while he leaves you, huffing and turning red from frustration.

Even when you’re very busy, he’ll still give you things to do. “Hey busy bee, my office is getting dirty. Sweep and mop it for me.”

“I’m not the janitor,” You would say with an attitude and roll your eyes. He’s always like this.

“I’m still your boss so you can either make you stay overtime or you clean,” He says and he doesn’t really mean it. You, however, were scared because he can and will do that. Honestly, what he wanted was to have you in his office and just look at you. You however, have been playing his game for too long and you plan to bite back.

NSFW

Now you are sweeping up the floor with the broom he provided for you and you would occasionally bend over to sweep under shelves and desks. Your pencil skirt would go up a bit, exposing more of your thigh. Your skirt also perfectly enunciates your ass and Scara would be lying if he said he didn’t have a boner right now.

As for what you saw, you can’t help but think that Scara belongs behind that desk, wearing the most expensive of clothes. He looks very hot with the way he works, when he does decide to. He looks so serious and domineering when he orders and punishes his employees.

You bite your lip as the only place left to sweep is his area. “Excuse me,” You innocently say, your excuse being that you need to sweep under his desk. Scara moves his chair back and you bend over, right in front of him unintentionally seducing him yet you don’t really mind anyways. It’s time that the hating game ends.

“If you wanted to fuck you could have just said so,” Scaramouche scoffs. His laid back on his office leather chair, tie loosened and a few of the buttons undone.

You roll your eyes in annoyance and just when you were about to make a cock comeback, you thought of a much better idea. “Thanks for giving me the permission.” And so, you straddle him, to which he did not expect, and you can feel the bulge in his pants against your heat. “Allow me to indulge myself,” You smile and capture his lips in yours.

Scara gradually eases himself and takes control, placing both hands on your hips as you cup his face. The kiss is sensual and passionate, letting go of all pent up hate and turning it to lust. Love and hate are very much one of the same things.

He slides your skirt up to your stomach and gropes your ass. You moan into his mouth. You're feeling hot with anticipation. He’s so close to where you want him to touch you. You’re soaked, waiting for him to fuck your hole. Scara loops the waist of your underwear on his finger and pulls it down. You aid him, standing up and allowing them to drop onto the floor.

Just when your panties are discarded, a ring from his work phone is heard. It’s an important phone call that he’s been anticipating. Before he picks up the phone, he says, “Oh we’re not done. Ride my thigh and get yourself off. If you are good, then I’ll give you what you want.”

Being the obeying secretary you are, your legs are between his thigh and your clit is directly on the fabric of his pants. You hiss at the sensation but you can’t help but want more. “You know what to do but keep quiet for me. It’s a very important call.”

And so, you are humping his thigh like a desperate whore, burying your face into his neck to keep quiet. As you do so, he’s talking professionally on call putting up the domineering aura as he gives orders.

It’s so hard to grind yourself down. The fabric of his pants only makes you more sensitive every time it brushes your swollen clit. It’s also not enough for you. Although it stimulates you, nothing compares to when you’re getting filled up with a finger circling your bud.

You’re shaking but you’re also slowing down. Trying to chase a high that wont come. Scara isn’t helping much either. Now he is chatting up the person on the other side of the phone, purposely taking his time with the call. As he does so, a hand holds onto your hip, aiding you to get yourself off.

If only the call would just end. He is sadistic for enjoying watching you act desperate and grinding on his thigh while you hold back moans. It’s almost as if he doesn’t want to leave the call just so that he could watch you get off on just humping him. Lucky for you, he really does want to fuck you and after a while, he got bored of the call and ended it.

“Since you’ve been very good, I’ll fuck you now.”

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marvelwitchergilmore · 1 year

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Summary; Javier Peña x Fe!Reader -> You meet Peña at a coffee shop but after time passes, he finds out your secret.

Disclaimer: fluff, angst, mentions of guns, mentions of death, illusions to smut, swearing (I think, I haven't proof read this - probably spelling mistakes), spanish is in italics.

You had met Javi one late night in the coffee shop. You were getting the place cleaned up for the morning. Isabella, a regular customer, was sat in the corner with her nose burried deep in her research. The old man who’d you come to know as Pops - a name he told everyone to call him by - was finishing his book closer to the counter. It had been a promise he made to his wife. To read a little, at least, while she was gone. That way they’d have something else to talk about when they met again. Jośe, the young boy who’d run through the door every couple of hours in need of a coffee for his mama and a small cookie for himself, had just left, rushing out of the door going ten miles an hour.

“Good book, pops?” You asked and he looked up and smiled.

“Excellent.”

“Good.” You smiled.

Just as you placed the empty cups from different tables by the counter, the bell above the door rang out. “You open?”

You looked over your shoulder. “Yeah. For a couple minutes.”

“Great.”

He rushed over, you moving the dirty cups from the counter.

“What can I get for you?” You asked in English.

“Coffee. Decaf.”

“Coming up.”

Then it hit him. “How’d you know I was American?”

“What?” You looked to him as you changed the filter. “Oh, uh, just a guess.”

He nodded and looked around, suddenly being met with Pops.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Sweet.”

You smiled and waved to Pops. “Have a good night.”

“Night.”

“Nice Spanish.”

You smiled. “Thanks. I’ve lived here long enough, I should know.”

“I’m Javier, by the way.”

You smiled back and gave him your name which he repeated. It sounded nice.

“So, how long have you lived in Columbia?”

“A couple years. Yourself?”

“Same.”

The conversation ended soon enough when his coffee was paid for - he had something important to get back to.

But the next night, you were closing up again and he came in. In fact, for the following weeks, he came in around the same time every night; just before closing.

He started conversations with Pops who would tell Javier the meaning behind all his books. He actually started taking a couple of night classes at the local college. His wife always told him he needed to socialise more.

She was a people person.

And Javier would sit there and listen. Pops, clearly, was a man who demanded respect with a single look. Something, over the weeks, you realised Peña had, too.

During the week, you had heard rumours about Javier. About his job.

But it was never something you asked him about. You knew more than to ask an American in Columbia if he was working for the government.

But still, he’d come in every day and order a cup of coffee and smoke his cigarette. You’d both talk and eventually, it got to the point where he’d walk you home.

It wasn’t far; maybe a couple of blocks.

You’d tell him why you came to Columbia - your sister. She travelled after college and invited you to join her. But something made you stay.

He ask where you learnt Spanish. You’d tell him school, mostly, but the practice came in while you worked in the coffee shop.

Some days, he’d come in during the day and just talk to you. He’d order a coffee here and there but it mostly remained untouched which wasn’t like him.

Steve had asked questions at work about who Javi was going seeing every day - at first he expected it was to see one of his ‘informants’ but after he began to smell less perfume and more coffee around Peña, it raises his suspicions.

Peña would give a vague answer but when Steve told Connie, she knew instantly.

It wasn’t that a woman’s intuition was lost of Peña, it was just something about Connie that scared him. She seemed to know what he was thinking about whenever she looked at him.

Little did he know, she’d seen him a couple times walk into the same coffee shop and leave with a smile on his face. One Connie nor Steve ever saw on the man’s face.

But surpringly, it took him a while to ask you on a date.

Javier wasn’t one for dating. After all, his job didn’t exactly allow it - especially in Columbia - but Connie (and Pops) thought he would have at least done it sooner. After all, the man came in every day for weeks just to simply spend time with you. He’d walk you home and always made sure you were safe. And god help any man that approached the counter and started flirting with you.

It was like Javier had a radar for those who were flirting with you because each time, not two seconds later, Javier would stroll into the shop and make his way to the counter. Most times, it was like you had a radar for him, too. His coffee would be ready for him to pick up and if the guy wasn’t scared away by the look Peña gave them, he’d order a couple more cups for Steve and Connie (she’d usually come by in the afternoons to check in on him when she had the day off). He’d stay until the guy left and most people who looked away from their books noticed.

And maybe, in truth, you had noticed a little, too. Most guys tended to scarper when Javi walked in. A few of them would even apologise to him and you for thinking differently.

Eventually, when he asked you on a date, you said yes.

He was so nervous. Imagine; Javier Peña, nervous around a woman. Even the heavens wouldn’t believe it.

But he was.

He’d asked after he dropped you off at your apartment. His palms were sweating, his mind was racing, and you were right in front of him.

But the moment you smiled, his nerves eased.

You smiled at him, nodded and said; “I’d love to.”

He smiled back, a little more confident, and before you opened your door, you kissed his cheek.

“Goodnight, Javi.”

“Night, hermosa.”

As you closed your door, leaning against it, you smiled but you knew.

You were in deep trouble.

It didn’t take too long before you were both…intimate with one another. Four dates, in fact. It was longer than either of you had presumed but it kinda made sense. Mostly, the dates went as follows:

You’d both ask questions which the other would answer, just simply wanting to know more. Then, you’d take turns picking the restaurant or bar. Next, you’d both head back to the coffee shop - the temp waitress had a family to get back to in the late nights - where you’d wrap your apron around your waist and serve the last couple cups of coffee to the night owls. Finally, Javi would either walk or drive you home (usually walk since he could hold your hand or wrap an arm around your waist) and finally would kiss you goodnight.

It felt different.

You’d gone on dates before but…they didn’t feel like this. Like…it was the first time but it was also the millionth.

It felt…natural.

Homely.

A couple more weeks passed and you’d see Javier at least once a day. He always pop into the cafe to either kiss you good morning (when you hadn’t spent the night together - which was a rareity) or to kiss you goodnight which, you weren’t ashamed to admit would always turn into something more.

One morning, as Javi lay back in bed, the cover draped over his lower half, he watched as you got dressed by the end of the bed.

But that was when he noticed them.

How he hadn’t before shocked him. It was like he studied every inch of you - and not only in the night but that morning too - and yet, how did they slip by him.

“Hermosa?”

You smiled at the nickname before turning to look at him over you shoulder. You just wished you both had the day off.

“The marks…”

It took you a moment to realise what he was talking about. But then it hit you.

A memory you wished to forget.

“They’re just from…” you contemplated telling him.

He’d understand, right? He never confirmed it fully but you knew he worked as DEA. He’d understand carry a couple extra physical scars from a job, right?

“They’re nothing, Javi.”

You heard him shuffle around before you finally felt his hand on your back, tracing them before placing a soft kiss onto a couple, brushing your hair from your shoulders.

You felt yourself melt into him, his other hand now reaching around your stomach to capture the other side of your waist.

Slowly, you both lay back but then you remembered.

You had a job.

Unfortunately.

Javi groaned. He had one, too.

You pressed a few kisses to his lips before he moved from on top of you and headed for the bathroom, him leaving you resting on your forearms with a huge blush across your cheeks.

God, you were falling.

Hard.

It would be a while longer until Javier would find out the truth behind those scars; Find out the story that came with them and you.

And it wasn’t in any way either of you thought it would happen.

4 months later…

The sun was still burning hot over Columbia. Thankfully, however, the humidity was becoming less close and claustrophobic.

Yourself and Javi had been going pretty strong. You had met Steve and Connie - albeit a little surprisingly.

One of your waitresses had cut their hand whilst cutting up some of the breads for lunch later that day. Connie had been passing on the street with Olivia when one of the customers ran out asking for a nurse or doctor.

Connie came rushing inside.

After asking for your first aid kit and a space away from the customers, she handed you Olivia who you stood with in the kitchen as Connie cleaned out the wound and did what was necessary.

“You’re lucky. It doesn’t need stitches. Just keep it wrapped and clean.”

Your waitress, Elena, looked to you confused. You translated in Spanish and she nodded before thanking Connie.

You gave Elena the rest of the day and offered Connie a cup of coffee and some food on the house. She thanked you before sitting down at one of the tables and placing Olivia on her lap.

Yet, by the time you finished up, Javi had come strolling in and was a little shocked to find Connie sat inside.

And, as suspected, Connie was shocked to find Javi there, too. But then it began to make sense.

The smell off the coffee shop - it was Javi.

It was you.

Later that night, after Connie had insisted, you sat down and had a double date with Connie and Steve at a local place.

Steve was glad Peña had finally found someone. As much as he himself had enjoyed the single life, there was just something about being married. About having someone to go to when things got too tough.

And, this was something, if Steve ever said it out loud, Jacier would have to agree with.

Sometimes it was like you were the only thing keeping him breathing. Keeping his mind awake when all it wanted to do was drown in the crime and the cases he delt with on a daily basis.

The last six months, from the moment of meeting, it had felt like bliss.

But sometimes it felt like Javi was waiting for the other shoe to drop. And, although you never voiced it, you did, too.

And finally, late one night in the coffee shop, it did.

Javi had worked later than he’d wished to have done. His paperwork had kept him back, making seven typing errors in one sentence.

Most of the time, he wouldn’t bother. But with Messina…everything had to be up to code.

And legible.

But as he walked up the street, he found flashing lights outside your coffee shop, a waitress sat by the ambulance getting patched up and no sign of you.

His heart dropped.

“Peña?”

One of the cops recognised him. “I wasn’t aware we’d called the DEA.”

“You…what happened?”

“Oh, uh, robbery. Or, attempted. Two shooters. One deceased.”

“And the other?”

“Hospital.”

“How?”

“The owner faught. One of them came from the back and sneaked up on her. She said she was fine and needs to go home. We’re gonna bring her in for questioning tomorrow.”

Peña nodded, trying his best to keep a clear mind. So you was okay? Why hadn’t you called him?

As quickly as he could, he ran to his car and sped down the roads towards your apartment. But the closer he seemed to get, the more he began to panic.

You had faught?

It wasn’t that he was surprised but…no, he was surprised. Most people when met with two armed gun men didn’t exactly fight against them. Especially when the only other person in the shop had been knocked clean out and now had a severe concussion.

But you had faught. You had, what? Killed one gun man and injured the other?

This seemed more than just a robbery, to Peña. He didn’t exactly know why. Maybe it was the fact that the toll hadn’t even been touched. Maybe it was the fact that they’d knocked out one of the waitresses. Maybe it was the gun they had been using - Peña saw them as they got taken in for evidence.

This couldn’t have just been a robbery.

Peña didn’t bother knocking. He knew where you kept the spear key and he knew the code.

He shouted your name as he entered, shutting the door behind him. “Honey?!”

Javier had to double back as he passed the enterence to you living room. There you were, sat on the sofa, blood splattered across your body, hair, arms and clothes. You had a first aid kit open in front of you. Javier could see the bloody gauzes in a pile in the table.

“I’m fine-“

He rushed in, pulling you up and hugging you. God, he thought you might have been dead. That the cop had got it wrong and he’d decided to just hear what he wanted to.

But he didn’t.

You were here.

You were alive.

Are.

“Cariño,” Javi’s voice was soft as he took you in. Any anger he had right now could be saved for later. All that mattered was that you was alive.

You pulled back from him to sit back down. You needed to clean the wound.

One of the gun men had got you. Thankfully it wasn’t too bad and since it was night, you got away with telling the cop the stain on your uniform was from the kitchens.

Peña pushed the first aid beside him as he sat on your coffee table, you knees interlocked with his.

“It doesn’t hurt?” He asked you after a couple of minutes. He was shocked. Most men he’d met would be at least grunting in pain by now.

You shook your head.

Something changed in Javi. His back became straighter, his gaze more focused.

“Those scars. How did you get them?”

“Javi.”

“There’s something you’re not telling me.”

“They’re nothing-“

“Bullshit.”

You stared him down. He wouldn’t budge.

“How did you fight? Those men. One is dead and the other will probably do so in hospital. What happened?”

“Nothing.”

“Y/N.”

You bursted. You tried your best to look away as Javi questioned you but when he said your name…

“I was a cop, alright!” You hadn’t meant for it to sound so loud.

Javi just looked at you. You hadn’t told him? Was this how you got the scars?

You sighed as you looked down. Well, it was out in the open now.

“I was a cop, back in the states. FBI.” You explained, your voice a little quieter now. “I had a partner, a couple years back. We had been working on a case for months. Turns out, all the information, all the insider stuff he’d found - it had come from him. He wanted into their circle. The people I had seen die, everyone’s families and children and friends had all died because he was the mole. He would tell the group where to find the families, he’d tell us he knew where the groups would be that night. Then he’d go back and inform them that we were on our way. It as fucked up.”

Javi waited for you to continue.

“Look, I felt something was wrong so I tailed him one night. I put a call in and somehow…he found me one night. He caught be by the shipyard. When my agents finally turned up, I was almost dead. When I woke up in hospital, a guy came in. CIA. I had a bag packed, my life covered up and a plane ticket to wherever I wanted to go.”

“So you came to Columbia?”

“My sister stopped over for three days and I stayed. I don’t know what made me but I did. An agent found me a job at a local place since I wasn’t ready to go into the field or anywhere near it. The job stuck and then I decided to buy the place.”

“And the guys?”

“Local gang, I guess. They look into everyone’s background and they must have thought something was up with mine.”

“Did they say anything?”

“Just that I was American and that I had a dirty secret.”

“They know you were a fed?”

You shook your head. “Probably thought I was an informant or some shit.”

Javier nodded. You could see the worry in his eyes.

“I’m fine, Javi.”

“You could have told me, you know.”

You looked at him. Maybe. Maybe you could have told him earlier. Maybe you should have told him earlier. But what would that have done? Make him worry more? Make him panic when you were left alone?

You’d been in Columbia a good few years before you met Javi. You were one of the best agents the FBI had in the field and - if you ever wanted it - there was a job waiting for you at the FBI in the states, the CIA or, probably now, the DEA.

You were protected. By your career, by your knowledge, by your skills and by the fact that you entire past had been burried so deep, not even the Pentagon had access to it.

Your gaze was both soft and serious.

“I’m telling you now.”

Over the next hour, Javi went to your bathroom and grabbed a fresh face cloth before getting a bowl of warm water. Sitting back in his place on the table, he held your chin softly, Turing your face so he could wipe away the splats of dried blood.

Once he finished, he placed the cloth down and turned back when he felt your hand grip his.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

Javi just nodded, interlocking his knees with yours once more. “I get it. I do. I just wish…”

“I know.”

You both shared a look with one another. It didn’t need to be said out loud.

Peña leaned in, and pressed a secure kiss to your lips.

You would be okay.

You are alive.

And, over time, more stories would be revealed. What happened on certain jobs, what scars came from where, what they signified…

But in this moment; it didn’t matter.

All of that could wait until tomorrow.

For tonight, he wanted to show you what you meant to him. He’d say the words soon enough, but right now, he just needed to show you.

And you were okay with that.

After all, you felt the exact same way.

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Barty and Evan do the dishes (641 words)

“I’m done talking about this,” Barty grunted, stalking into the kitchen, hands itching to do something.

“Well, I’m not,” Evan decided, following closely after him.

He spotted the pile of dishes he’d been avoiding for the past couple of days, rushing for the sponge under the sink. He plugged one side of the sink, sorting out the dirty dishes into stacks.

“You can’t just clean to avoid me,” He complained, stamping his palms into his eyes.

He glanced at his husband that he was fuming at and slid one of his hands up to cradle his cheek, “Darling, do you think you could put on a record? I hate working in silence.”

His eyes burned with unspoken irritation, but he tangled their fingers together anyway, “Fine.”

“You’re a marvel,” He smiled sweetly, kissing the ring on Evan’s finger.

He grumbled as he walked off to the record player, mostly about how stupid Barty was being— which he wasn’t. They’d only been married a few months, but living together had always been a struggle. One tiny inconvenience led to another and another and another. He was too stubborn to let them go and way too stubborn to bring them up, and Evan never knew when to stop pushing.

It wasn’t long before music drifted in from the hallway, and he came back in with that determined look on his face. Oh lord.

They stood next to each other, tension thick like smog in the air. Neither one of them looked at each other or said a word, letting the music play over their scrubbing. Evan was always so careless with his products. No, you can’t throw away toothpaste when there’s still some left in the tube. He washed each insult that came to his mind away with the soapy water swirling down the drain.

“I saw Pandora today,” Evan bit out, stacking a plate on the drying rack.

He shut his eyes, pausing everything for the anger that surged through him. “Oh yeah?”

“She invited us over for dinner tomorrow.”

“You didn’t think to ask me before you said yes?” He threw the sponge in the sink, imagining it was his stupid skull.

“If you’d let me finish,” He interrupted, pointedly.

He zipped his mouth shut, reluctantly, nodding for him to continue.

“You always forget to put things in the calendar,” He restarted, a frown twisted on his face, “Which is another thing, but whatever— I told her I’d text her after we talked about it.”

When Barty didn’t answer, he scoffed, “So? Are we going or not?”

“You can go, I’ll just visit Pete or something,” He mumbled, going back to the dishes.

A minute passed while he continued to scrub his frustrations into their kitchenware with Evan burning holes in the back of his head. He refused to lose this argument. Not only because he was right, but because of the principle of it. If he relented and let him waste all their products, they’d be dead broke by the end of the year.

He heard a sigh. Evan relenting.

“Crouch,” He said, placing a hand on top of his, pulling it from the sink, and rubbing the valleys in between his knuckles.

“Rosier,” He warned through gritted teeth, though he couldn’t have been more smug.

“I’m sorry I hurt you, love,” He said, moving their hands in a slight sway to the last song on the album. “I can buy you new toothpaste.”

He considered this for a moment, still shaking off annoyance. Evan was smiling at him genuinely, shimmying his shoulders to the music.

“You have to bake me cookies, and cake— and brownies, final offer.”

“I can do that too,” He laughed, pulling him into a dance, dishes forgotten.

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Hi hi hi,

We love Steve but we also love toxic King Steve 🤰

Would you please write some heart wrenching angst about him making a bet in high school on reader with his friends. They’ve been in a ‘perfect’ relationship for years now he’s ready to propose and everything. Then BOOM on their anniversary they bump into previous friend and he lets the secret out. Hell breaks loose maybe reader packs a bag and leaves but please can you end it happy my heart can’t take Steve being sad for too long 🫶

THANK YOU SO MUCH, I LOVE YOUR WRITING!!!!!!

Truth or Dare?

a/n: oh anon,,,i LOVE the way ur thinking. if there's one thing about me it's that i love to write a good fight scene...the angst,,,the tears,,,UGH it keeps me alive. this doesn't have a specific time setting but i'm gonna say it's somewhere around season 2 till season 3 maybe,,,idk no monsters are mentioned it's just angst😭 i hope you like this anon thank you for the idea! credit to the gif owner <3

Steve and his friends laughed when he saw Tommy coming back with his hand on his now red cheek. You see, Tommy was dared to tell a girl a dirty pickup line and it earned him a hard smack to the face.

“Dude! I had no idea she was gonna slap you like that!” Steve laughed out.

“Whatever, she was a bitch anyways.”

The group all laughed and threw bits and pieces of their food at him while he tried to calm them down.

“Okay, Harrington, truth or dare?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Pft, easy. Hit me with a dare.”

Tommy let out a hum and his eyes scanned the cafeteria carefully picking his next target. He felt a smirk on his face when his eyes landed on you taking notes from your math textbook.

“I dare you to ask her out.”

“Done.”

“Ah, ah, ah!” Tommy said while pointing at Steve. “You have to date her for a month.”

Steve felt his heart drop. He knew he was a dick, but he wouldn't want to string someone along like that.

“Tommy, that's a little-”

“What's wrong king Steve? Scared you might break her wittle heart?” He said with a fake pout.

Yes.

“No, I'm not scared of that. As a matter of fact, I’ll date her for three months.”

Steve didn't bother listening to what the group had to say as he made his way over to you. There was a tiny voice in his head pleading, begging him to stop. To just leave you alone, cause you really are a nice girl who doesn't deserve any of this. Steve has had a conversation with you before and you've touched his heart with how genuine you are. He plops down in the seat in front of you and taps in your textbook gently.

You look up at him and smile, taking off the headphones to your walkman and pressing pause.

“Hi, Steve!”

“Hey, there pretty girl, what are you doing?”

You blushed at the nickname and pushed your notes towards him.

“Just studying, I have a math exam tomorrow so I'm cramming as much as I can.”

Steve hummed and looked over your notes trying his best to avoid eye contact with you.

“So I’m guessing you're studying tonight too?”

You nodded your head and flipped the pencil that was in your hand.

“Why what's up?”

“I wanted to take you on a date.”

You accidentally flung the pencil at him, apologizing multiple times while you scrambled to grab it.

“Like um, like a study date?”

“I was hoping we could go without the books? Just us two.”

You blushed and started biting your lip as you thought about it. Steve wanted to stop and come clean right there. He's never seen you this excited over anything before, and it breaks his heart knowing it's all a bet.

“Sure, I can put off studying tonight and hang out.”

Steve smiled at you. “Great! I'll pick you up at…seven?”

“Perfect! I'll see you then.”

Steve smiled and got up to leave, but not before he gave you a soft kiss on your cheek. He walked back to the lunch table with his chest slightly pumped out as his friends looked at him, their faces asking how it went.

“Sorry I can't hang out tonight boys, I have a date.”

The two-month mark hit before Steve realized that he doesn't want to end the relationship in three months. These past two months have been the best for Steve and he's never been so happy. He began to treat this like it was a real relationship, Tommy and his friends still poke fun at him. They tell him that he can call it off now and Tommy will even pay him cause he's starting to blow them off to spend time with you. Steve just laughs and shakes his head telling him that he's really dedicated to this bet.

Before you know it, months turn into years and Steve drops his shitty friends and loses his king Steve title to Billy. Now, usually, this would've upset Steve but now he has you. He doesn't have to worry about his friends slipping up and saying you're just a bet. He doesn't have to hear the mean and inappropriate things they say about you, and now he can spend all his time with you.

There was a little period where you guys split up. It was six months into the relationship and the guilt started eating Steve away. It never occurred to him that Tommy could ruin the relationship in a split second, they didn't have the most mutual fallout that friends usually had. Steve started feeling like everything was a lie, he felt like loving you was a lie, it was his favorite lie, but a lie nonetheless. He was the one to call it off, it lasted for a month but it was the worst month in Steve's entire life. He couldn't eat, he couldn't sleep, and he missed about a week's worth of school. It wasn't until you knocked on his front door, a stack of school work in your arms that he finally felt complete.

Apologies began spilling from his mouth and tears were falling down his cheeks. You forgave him of course. You always forgive Steve for what he's done. He didn't feel the need to bring up the bet at all once you guys got back together. He figured that since he's the one who broke things and got back together with you, you guys had a clean slate. Sure, you still had the same anniversary date but that's not what mattered! What mattered is that you and Steve were officially back together and nothing could ruin that.

Today was your second anniversary with Steve and you were both so excited. Everything was going perfectly between you two and you felt like nothing could ruin it. You were taking a walk around town after you two had an amazing dinner at Enzo’s. You stopped in your tracks telling Steve you had to use the restroom real quick. You kiss him on his cheek and walk into the nearest store you could find. Steve looks around and sees an old couple holding hands and walking into the movie theatre, he smiles as he starts to think of his future with you.

“Do my eyes deceive me, or is that you Harrington?”

Steve whips his head around and sees Tommy making his way toward him. He gives his old friend a tight-lipped smile and crosses his arms against his chest.

“In the flesh.”

Tommy laughs and stands in front of him. “How have you been, man? It's been a while.”

Steve makes small talk with Tommy, but he can't help but notice that he has this gut feeling that something terribly wrong is going to happen. He feels your hands wrap around his upper arm and he sees the look of shock on Tommy’s face when he realizes it's you.

“You're still with y/n?”

You roll your eyes. “Nice to see you too Tommy.”

Tommy smirks and looks at Steve.

“Does she know?”

You look between the two of them with a confused facial expression.

“Know what?”

“Shut up Tommy.”

“I mean what, how long have you guys even been together? You were supposed to stop at three months, Steve.”

Your heart fell to your stomach and your hands dropped from Steve’s arms. No, there's no way Tommy meant what he was saying. This has to be some kind of sick joke, right? Your eyes drift to Steve and you can see every emotion on his face clear as day.

“Are you fucking serious?”

Tommy chuckles but covers it with a cough. “Guess the cats out of the bag.”

You're not one to turn to violence, if anything you're the last person to throw the first punch, but you've never felt so hurt, so betrayed in your entire life. Before you know it your hand is connected to Tommy’s cheek and a loud smack is heard, people stop and stare at the scene before then mumbling things under their breath. Hot tears are streaming down your face and you snatch your hand away when you feel Steve grab for you.

“Don't!” you shout at him. “Don't touch me. We're done.”

You don't even give Steve a second to explain himself cause you're already walking away from him trying to put as much distance between yourself as possible. You usually love Steve and his stubbornness, but right now you wish he'd stop chasing you.

“Y/n! Wait I can explain-”

“Explain what Steve?! How our relationship started off as a bet? Seems like there's nothing to explain there!”

You feel Steve grab your arm and you try to fight him off but you're just too sad to do anything.

“That's not true-”

“Do you even love me, Steve? Or was that some kind of sick game too?”

Steve’s heart broke when he finally got a good look at you. You had tears streaming down your face and fire behind your eyes.

“Of course I love you-”

“Bullshit!” You shouted while urging your arm away.

Steve flinched at the all too familiar word and shook his head trying to fight back tears.

“It's not. It's not-”

“Yes, it is Steve! This whole relationship is bullshit! I've been living a lie for years by thinking you loved me!”

“I do love you! You think I’d stay with you for that long if I didn't?!”

Both of you were shouting at this point and people were starting to stop and stare. Anger fueled both of you and you both didn't care what was being said to the other person.

“Fuck you, Steve.”

“I should've never taken the god damn bet, it would've saved me a lot of trouble.” he didn't mean that, not one bit.

You let out a bitter laugh and shook your head. “Nancy was right, you're bullshit. I never want to see you again.”

“Fine by me.”

It's been three weeks since you and Steve had your big fight and to say you were both miserable was a massive understatement. Robin and Nancy would drop by to check in on you and bring you some food. They tried their best to cheer you up but weren't successful.

“So is this like a divorced parent situation?”

Nancy smacked her arm and smiled at you. “Don't listen to her.”

“I'm asking the real questions here!”

You dipped your sad, soggy fry into ketchup and ate it.

“If you're asking me if I'm making you choose sides I'm not.”

Robin smiled. “Thanks, mom.”

You let out a giggle and rolled your eyes making robin gasp and coo at you.

“There she is!!” she exclaimed while wrapping her arms around you in a hug. Nancy melted at the sight and joined in on the hug. Tears began to form as you hugged them both tighter.

“Thank you guys, for everything.”

“Y/n you don't have to thank us,” Nancy said while pulling away and fixing your hair. “We'll always be here for you.”

Robin’s watch beeped and let out a sigh. “Except, for now, we have Steve duty, Nance.

You looked down at your now cold food and cleared your throat. “Is he okay?”

Nancy and robin looked at each other before looking back at you. “You can come with us and find out.”

Your heart was pounding as you sat in the backseat of Nancy’s car, you don't know what came over you or what made you want to see Steve. Nancy parked the car and Robin was quick to jump out.

“Nance? Aren't you coming too?” You asked before stepping out of the car.

Nancy shook her head. “Feels a bit awkward helping my ex through a breakup ya know?”

You smiled understanding what she meant and thanked her for the ride. You follow Robin to his front door and you start to feel sick to your stomach. Your hands were getting clammy and if you didn't lean against the other door you're pretty sure you would've fallen by now from how weak your knees felt.

“Crap, I left something in Nance’s car. Stay here real quick I already knocked and everything.” Robin said while running towards the car.

You were too lost in your head to register what she said. You looked up at her and noticed she got back into the car and buckled up. Realization begins to set in and you stand up straight looking at your best friends with wide eyes.

“YOU GOT THIS KID!” Robin shouted.

“I’M SORRY Y/N SHE MADE ME!” Nancy shouted while speeding off.

Bitches, but I love them. You thought to yourself. Time seemed to stop the minute Steve opened his front door.

“Robin, I told you I'm- oh.”

Oh? Oh?? What does he mean by that?!

There was only one thing that was running through Steve’s mind when he saw it was you at the door. You're wearing his yellow sweater.

“I uh, I just wanted to check on you…I guess,” you mumbled while looking down at your feet.

“You still have my sweater?”

Your eyes met his and it took every fiber in your body to not wipe away the stray tears that were stained on his face. You shrugged your shoulders.

“Smells like you.”

He gave you a sad smile. “I use your shirt as a pillowcase.”

“Can I come in?”

Steve didn't waste any time stepping aside and letting you into his family home. You sat on his couch and looked at him, your heart jumping when you saw he was smiling at you.

“Wipe that smile off your face, Harrington I’m still furious with you.”

Steve nodded his head. “Understandably so, but you can't be mad at me for being happy that the girl I love is still wearing my sweater.”

You quickly look down trying to hide the blush that was creeping onto your cheeks. You cleared your throat and fumbled with your fingers.

“I came here to talk. At least I think I did.”

Steve makes his way to the couch, he points to the spot next to you silently asking if he could have a seat there. You nod your head and refuse to make eye contact with him fearing you'll cry on the spot.

“Was everything Tommy said true?”

He nodded his head.

“I need you to be honest with me Steve, were you ever going to tell me?”

Steve sat and thought for a moment. He never really thought about telling you, sure there were moments he wanted to but he could never bring himself to do it.

“I don't know.”

“Is that you broke up with me? Cause of the bet?”

“No! God no, I mean technically yes but it wasn't because the bet was up.”

You tilted your head in confusion.

“Look, I'm going, to be honest with you. I never wanted to ask you out, not like that at least, and I know it's not a good excuse but being the king of Hawkins high I had so much pressure on me. My mom and dad never really cared for me, so I found comfort in assholes like Tommy and Carol but even they didn't care about me.”

You reached out and grabbed his hand, giving it a tight squeeze.

“I never should've asked you out like that,” he whispered. “you didn't deserve that, no one does but especially you y/n. I broke up with you that day because it was getting too much for me. I was tired of living a lie, but god y/n please don't think that for a second I didn't love you. I love you with all my heart and no bet is going to change that.”

Both of you were crying now. You were quick to pull Steve into a hug and cry into his shoulder. You hated this. You absolutely hated Tommy for making Steve take that stupid bet, you hated his parents for not paying enough attention to him, and you hated that Steve surrounded himself with fake friends just so he could feel an ounce of love and affection. Steve was mumbling how sorry he was over and over again. He understands if this is the one time you can't forgive him, but he's praying to whatever greater power is out there that you do.

You pull away from him and wipe his tears away with gentle hands. He leans into your touch trying to savor the moment for as long as he can.

“I'm sorry for what I said to you. I shouldn't have called you bullshit.”

“You had every right to.”

“Doesn't mean I should have.”

Steve’s hands reach up to your face and he gently strokes your cheek.

“I'm so sorry for hurting you.”

You take a deep sigh and lose your eyes trying to figure out what to say next. You still love Steve, and you know you always will but how were you supposed to just openly trust him again? Especially after something like that.

“I think,” you started. “I think we should start over. Brand new clean slate, you know take it slow.”

Steve swears he would've fallen to his knees if he wasn't sitting on the couch with you.

“Really? You mean that?”

“I do, but I’m serious about taking it slow Steve.”

Steve smiles and brings you in for a tight hug. You feel his tears hit the top of your head and you can almost feel his heart beating through his chest.

“I'll go as slow as you want. I don't care, I just want to be with you.”

You let out a giggle and Steve swooned at the sound of it. He swears he's never heard something more beautiful than your giggle.

“This is your last chance, Harrington. Don't mess it up.”

His hold on you tightens, almost as if he's scared you'll disappear any second.

“I wouldn't dream of it,” he said while kissing you on the forehead. For the first time in a long time, Steve finally felt like he could breathe. The weight of the world was off his shoulders and it was all thanks to you.

“Robin is going to be so happy about this,” you said with a chuckle.

Steve rolls his eyes. “Oh god, she told you about the divorce arrangement didn't she?”

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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 5 months

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Stream-Mas - E.Munson

Summary - Eddie gets his stream crashed once again but this time comes a different surprise to his viewers. Kinda a part 2 to Stream Crasher but can be read as a stand-alone.

Word Count - 834

Warnings - Use of Y/N, female reader, mentions of food, mentions of stretch marks

Author’s Note - Welcome to day 13 of 25! We’re getting there, slowly but surely. I have been busy writing so hopefully everything will be written in advance but we’ll see. I hope you enjoy!

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It had been a good amount of time since Eddie had streamed with his wife crashing. However, he had decided that for the month of December, he’d stream everyday until Christmas Eve. So because of this, he was more likely to get his stream crashed once again. He had been almost all the way through, day 23 to be exact without a crash. As he was streaming a replay of Hogwarts Legacy, he heard his wife’s usual gentle knock before the door slowly swung open, the hinges creaking gently.

“Sorry to interrupt honey, I’m just bringing you some food before I go lay down,” She apologized as she approached her husband who was sporting his usual t-shirt and sweats combo, his large headphones draped over his ears.

“Don’t apologize baby. Why are you going to lay down? You feel okay?” He asked his wife, gently taking the plate from her hands. It was some cut fruit and a steaming hot omelette.

“Just tired, this pregnancy is kicking my ass.” Eddie took off his headphones and made his way to his pregnant and tired wife.

“You didn’t have to make me anything, baby. You go rest with the little one. I’m gonna wrap up my stream so I can spend some time with you.” Before she could protest, Eddie planted a kiss to her lips before giving her a stern look. She nodded at him, kissing his cheek before heading off to their bedroom. As he sat back down and put his headphones back on, he looked at his chat.

It had completely blown up with comments about the interaction he had just had with his wife. Everyone was surprised that they were expecting a baby. As he began to read the questions, he started to eat the food his wife had made him. “I see you guys have a lot of questions so I’ll answer some before ending the stream. As for how far along she is, she’s 7 months in so not long now. We are very excited to meet our little girl and spoil her rotten. So when the baby is born, I will very likely take a bit of a break from streaming until we get a feel for being parents and getting a routine down. We do have a name but we decided not to share her identity on the internet, I’ll probably refer to her as the baby or my little girl or princess but I’m gonna try to avoid using her name,” Eddie rambled to his stream, reading over the comments of constant ‘congratulations’ coming through, some questions thrown in but the comments were flying by too quick to really read them.

“So I’m cutting the stream shorter than usual but I will be back tomorrow for the last day. Thank you all for the well wishes and congratulations, I love you guys. See you tomorrow.” Eddie ended the stream, shutting down his equipment and lights, going to the kitchen to clean up whatever was including his dirty plate before heading to his wife who was asleep on the bed with the TV playing Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince. He walked in quietly, shutting off the lamp on her bedside table, leaving the TV on as he climbed into the bed.

“How long was I asleep?” Y/N asked, her voice muddled with sleep.

“Not long baby, go back to sleep. You’re tired, you and princess need the rest,” Eddie assured her.

“Cuddle with me, I missed you.” Eddie wasn’t complaining, quickly respecting his wife’s wishes and pulling her body as close to his as possible. Her head falling onto his chest, her arm plopped over her abdomen without care. His arms were wrapped around her, one arm around her back and the other over her arm with that hand gently tracing up and down her arm, his other hand resting on the side of her belly where he felt the baby’s little feet pushing on.

“She’s gonna be an mma fighter. She’s always kicking the crap outta you,” Eddie joked as his hand aimlessly traced over her belly and the stretch marks that littered her skin.

“You’re telling me. She kicked my ribs this morning, damn near knocked the wind outta me.” The two shared a sleepy laugh before the room fell into a comfortable silence.

“I love you,” Eddie broke the silence after a couple minutes.

“Love you more, Eds.”

If you had told Eddie from his freshman year that this is where he’d be years in the future, he wouldn’t believe you. His dreams had absolutely come true, he had his dream girl, a career he never expected on top of the one he had planned and a baby on the way. He had slept more soundly than usual, his wife in his arms, feeling his baby kick his hand from where it was resting and the sounds of his wife’s favorite movie from her favorite franchise. He wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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mariaofdoranelle · 8 months

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"Ah yes, betrayal. I'm familiar with that." but it is a mermaid AU

The Cheating Client

Written for my Drabblefest

I had so much fun with this!! I have almost zero experience with anything mermaid-related but I love doing fic research, so I thought, what do mermaids do in their free time? Do they work? Do they have an economic system? What’s the social function of every marine being?

So I asked my cousin (who does marine life research) for help. Yes, he did call me crazy, but he also told me about crabs and cleaner shrimps. 🤣 And only DAYS later I realized you were probably asking for a mermaid x human fic which would’ve been a lot easier to write lmaooo but here it is!!

650 words, no warnings

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Watching the dolphins play with water bubbles was one of Aelin's favorite weekend activities. Too bad the amount of merfolk it lured was so big it made her bump into some unwanted merpeople.

Rowan Whitethorn was close enough to fit a blue whale between them, trying to catch her eye. Aelin looked away. Just to look back at him again, watching him scan the crowd with his deep green tail and his electric eels, one at each side. His eyes found hers again, so she had to look away once more.

He chose this.

And when Rowan first came to her, wearing that cute grumpy look in his pine-green eyes as he complained his rock home was filled with seaweed, she should’ve known this is how their relationship would end.

The hotter the client, the bigger is the betrayal.

She totally forgot Rowan worked as a security merman in those kinds of events making sure the dolphins won’t be disturbed, looking very hot intimidating between his electric eels.

The crowd dispersed after the dolphins stopped this week’s show, and Aelin swam away from there to avoid awkward interactions. However, Rowan didn’t try to mask his intentions like she did, so he swam faster and gently grabbed her arm.

“Aelin, hi.” He gave her a shy, close-lipped smile. “I sent you a flounder, but you didn’t answer my message asking for the crabs.”

“I didn’t feel like I needed to.” She squinted her eyes at him. “I passed by your house recently. It looked awfully clean.”

Rowan’s face fell, his lips parting as he sensed the ugly truth being revealed between them.

Aelin worked organizing crabs’ schedules. Homes made of rocks tended to get dirty and filled with seaweed, so merpeople came to her to request some crabs to eat it off.

So imagine her surprise when Rowan, one of her regulars, disappeared for a while, and when she passed by his house, it was as clean as a cleaner shrimp’s anemone.

Rowan’s mouth opened and closed before he blurted, “I can explain.”

She crossed her arms, silently nudging him in.

He continued, “My friend told me about this hermit crab service—“

"Ah yes, betrayal. I'm familiar with that." Aelin’s voice was bitter, her stomach hardening with the knowledge that her favorite client was nothing more than a traitor.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, his eyes seeming truly apologetic at least. “If I knew Remelle—“

“Remelle?” Aelin shrieked. Her biggest rival of all people?

The end of her tail flailed, but Rowan stopped her from swimming away.

“It was a one-time thing, and I really regret it because she mistreats her crabs and…” he trailed, grimacing. “Her work ethic is a little fishy.” The ends of Rowan’s mouth twitched, but he was too smart to smile now. “Please don’t fire me from being your client.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Truth was, she couldn’t dismiss Rowan just because he looked for another crab service. He didn’t look happy about it either, but this doesn’t mean she wouldn’t give him a hard time.

“What if I make it up to you over dinner tomorrow?”

That piqued her interest. Aelin stood a little taller, eyeing him carefully. “Seaweed doesn’t fix shark bites, Whitethorn.”

Rowan crossed his arms, a playful gleam in his eyes as his posture stayed firm and strong, looking too confident for his own good. “What about Pirarucu?”

The air rushed out of Aelin’s lungs. Dear Mala, that fish was bigger than some whales. She snapped her parted lips shut, but still took a swift glance at his toned body. “That’s a hard one to hunt.”

Rowan sent her a poorly concealed smug look. “Anything for your forgiveness.”

“Good.” Aelin bit her lip in an attempt to hide her smile. “But you’re not forgiven yet.”

“Don’t worry, princess.” He cocked his head, an indecipherable look in his eyes. “I’ll work for it.”

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devils-dares · 2 years

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So happy for your 400!!! That's amazing!

Enemies to lovers #6 M! Reader x Matt

thank you so much for your request! i had a lot of fun writing this one :)

6-enemies to lovers: hating the other but not being able to get them out of their head anyway

cw: mention of robbery and assault (no actual depiction)

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Rubbing your temples at your desk, you were so close to calling the defense attorney across the street and screaming at him. If you had to give legal injury advice to one more person who had been “personally attacked by Daredevil”, you were going to make sure he didn’t have the hands to hurt anyone, because you would break them yourself.

You’d only found out about the lawyer’s late night activities after he himself saved you. He grabbed you by the waist, steadying you after you’d almost been robbed and assaulted.

“You okay?” The voice immediately filled you with the same dread you felt in the courtroom.

“Murdock?” He fell silent. His mouth dropped open, and he stuttered for a few moments until he came up with the worst response ever.

“What’s a Murdock?”

“Oh my god- just get me out of here.” He obliged, helping you and your twisted ankle hobble to the sidewalk as he hailed a cab for you.

“This is unethical at the least, not to mention literally illegal, Matt.”

“I know, I know. Can I explain this to you later?”

“Dinner, and you’re paying.”

“Perfect. I’ll call your office tomorrow.” He slipped away into the darkness just before the cab came.

Now you were stuck in this stupid walking boot for a few weeks with unnecessary backstory on the man who ruined your private life by giving you a never-ending list of clients. Not that you were upset with the business, but there weren’t any laws concerning personal injury and vigilantism, especially if the client was admitting they did something wrong in the process.

Although you hated to admit it, you couldn’t stop thinking about that night with Matt.

He climbed through your window later that night, still wearing the devilishly thin black getup, to check on you. You’d been too stubborn to go to the ER, as he’d suggested, resigning yourself to a doctor’s appointment the next day. You weren’t sure how exactly he knew where you lived, but that worry was short-lived as he helped you soak your ankle in warm water, his calloused and rough hands soothing the red-hot pain searing through the joint.

“How does it feel?” He asked, rubbing your ankle to help calm the inflammation.

“Hurts.” The shakiness in your voice led him to believe that your eyes were filled with tears.

“I know, these ones hurt. I should’ve gotten there faster.” His fingers pressed a bit harder into the skin but the pain never came.

“How do you do that?” You asked.

“I’ll explain everything tomorrow at dinner, I swear, but today you need rest. You skinned your knees too, didn’t you?” He felt you nod.

“Where are your bandages? I’ll patch you up and head out after.” You told him the location of your measly first aid kit, and he took his time cleaning and wrapping you up before he took off.

Your fingers meet your forehead again. That night wasn’t something you’d forget. How tenderly he held you, how carefully he tended to you, how he even stopped by in the first place, it wasn’t necessary. It made you think of how he cared for others, as evidenced by his judgment of clients. The clock struck five, boot getting ever more itchy and heavy, when you heard three sharp raps on the wood of the door, followed by footsteps and the tell-tale click clack of his cane.

“You know you don’t have to pretend here right? I know all about your dirty little secret.” He smiles.

“That’d almost sound comforting if you weren’t out for me every time we fought in court.”

“That’s not the only time I’m out to get you.”

“How’s the ankle?”

“Don’t try to be sweet, Murdock. Why are you here?”

“To ask how your ankle is.”

“And?”

“And to ask if you could stop thinking of me, see, the hiccups are constant and annoyi-” You shove his shoulder and he laughs.

“I am not thinking of you.”

“Mhm, keep telling yourself that, but really, how is your ankle?”

“Still hurts. Maybe you should get on your knees and rub it again.”

“If that’s what you wish, darling.” His voice lowers an octave, reverberating through your body and causes you to shiver.

“Matt…”

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

“Stop getting in my head.” He laughs again.

“Where’s the fun in that? I thought you hated me.”

“I do.”

“Your heart says you’re lying.”

“Maybe my heart is a liar.”

“I’m sure of it, sweetheart. How about dinner tomorrow at that Italian place? I’ll see you at six, my treat.” He leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek, leaving you breathless as he walks out your office.

“Screw you, Murdock.” You say, knowing full well he’ll hear it, but you had every notion of going tomorrow to dinner.

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pityslash · 11 months

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IN THE WATER. chapter five

SHIP: bakugo x fem reader

A/N: sorry for the long wait! i hope it isn’t disappointing, i’m sure yall wanted a sweet happy ending sooo tw character death lol 💀💀

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　　V. WHEN THE LAST HOPE RUNS OUT

katsuki was in the kitchen putting a small portion of food away, dirty dishes in the sink. “the kids already ate..” he was quick to ask the usual questions, and you answered. “i ran into more revenants today. they’re wandering outside again.”

if you ignore it, maybe it will disappear.

“i know. that’s what i wanted to talk with you about—“ you suddenly took a sharp breath, loud enough to cut him off. it was like a gasp, so natural he almost could have ignored it.

"what was that?" he straightened up, leaning to grab your shoulder. you got cleaned up and dressed in clean(er) clothes when you got back, taking a bath, but he saw the blood.

then he noticed mahoro, peeking around the corner. she was always the one to tattletale or run and tell him things around the house, but now she was keeping her distance.

katsuki tugged at your leg and you turned away, afraid of what he would say. he felt an unpleasant coil in his stomach, and he stared, as if he had never seen you before. “what did you do?”

his tone said it all, and you wanted to cry. “fucking shit, why didn’t you say something? get up, you’re staying in the other room and— y/n?”

the light in your eyes goes out of focus, dimming the way the sun does as it sets, and it makes him realize death still loomed over. it isn’t bound to outer walls. katsuki yells your name and then everything goes black.

his heart pounding the entire way back, buildings turned into trees and the city disappeared. katsuki fell silent and only the sound of breathing could be heard, because that’s all he could do.

white blankets crunched under heavy boots and his legs burned, or maybe it was the cold, but it felt like he was being strangled by his own neck.

it was snowing outside. really, truly snowing.

ever since that day, it had been tense and uncomfortable. the long, treacherous journey north, just the two of you. it was hard, finding out you were infected and only had a certain amount of time. you and me, katsuki thought, how it started.

the air was freezing on your skin, not at all prepared for the weather, red and bruised. that one on your arm has gotten bigger..

flakes fall from the sky and you dare look out the window, you are so cold.

the sound of footsteps made your heart skip into your throat and close your eyes, squeezing a fist as tingles numb your fingertips. katsuki slammed the door behind him, kicking off his boots and the snow was already starting to melt on the beautiful wood flooring.

“there you are.”

you greet him softly, tired from just boiling water —katsuki told you to start melting snow while he was out. the amount you melted wasn’t enough, he sighed. katsuki had been gone for hours, probably, you couldn’t keep a train of thought anymore.

he takes off his damp gloves and tossed them on a table, before shrugging off his jacket and hanging it up. “i didn’t have much luck with the houses around here either. i have to get more wood, we won’t last the week.”

katsuki starts to tell you about plans for tomorrow. he grabs a small blanket from the closet and drapes it over your shoulders.

“i’ll make you something in a minute.” and true to his word, it wasn’t long before you hold a bowl of soup; mouth watering. your stomach has been hurting more recently, sometimes katsuki would throw a tantrum. it was hard to find food— harder for you to keep it down.

the sound of a single gunshot made all three of you flinch, katsuki pushed katsuma and mahoro behind him out of instinct. you couldn’t look into the eyes of your attacker, too afraid. “just hand them over.”

he’d been looking for these children for months, and word gets around when there were eyes everywhere. dead or alive. “.. i’m impressed they’ve survived this long.”

so much blood was shed that day, too many had fallen and it was all your fault. this world changes people, better or for worse, all that mattered was who was the meanest.

“izuku, we trusted you!” you screamed, looking up to meet green eyes, dull and void of pity. he opened his mouth but you couldn’t hear a word. katsuki glanced at you confused.

“is this a joke?” and then you instantly recognized the young man, shoto. “izuku midoriya is gone.”

shoto was full of grief, remembering the petty tears and begging from his best friend before a bullet silenced him. they were supposed to end this together, if only some bastard wasn’t trigger-happy.

“what?” you blink once, blink twice, and izuku disappears. maybe his luck did run out after all, you wanted to throw up. a woman stepped forward, short in height and she had red hair. one of the others called out her name; kiruka.

katsuma grabs your hand, and you couldn’t look down. “i’ll go with you! i’ll go, just don’t hurt my friends.”

“katsuki.. have the kids eaten already?”

it’s been weeks, months. why is that even a question? katsuki bit his inner cheek before starting to eat.

“i don’t know.” he said with a sigh of resignation and leaned back against the chair. windows were broken and he didn't get much sleep that night.

the next few weeks were excruciatingly long, and he is almost thankful for it. the silence never bothered him before. time flies sometimes, and other times it doesn’t. the sound of his newfound family was replaced with passing groans outside the door.

everything was dwindling down, all the food and the supplies and the energy. when he looked at you and saw how you either slept all day or not at all, it held him back, and he hated the feeling.

maybe it was a thursday when he noticed just how tired you were, you had barely spoken in the past five hours. katsuki’s knees were scraped by the broken glass and threads were torn more than designed; his stomach hurt, too.

“y/n,” he struggled to keep you upright. your lips were dry and you looked so ill. “it’s almost dark.” you were so distracted that you didn’t notice when katsuki moved closer; his body radiated heat while yours didn’t.

maybe this was the plan for your character this entire time —pain, loss, small burns from his touch. maybe the gods were having sympathy.

katsuki reached for a bottle, unscrewing the lid and eyeing the clean water since it had finally cooled from boil that morning. he winced to himself when he realized that was it, and for a split second he had to think about giving this water to you.

he felt like a monster waiting for your end.

“you’ll need to keep the fire going, i’m getting a few hours in.” katsuki told you, tossing shavings of wood into the small flame.

it was a hard morning with no sleep. the mental ticks of minutes turned into hours but he never stopped, and pride filled his chest and made his hands shake when you praised the smoke.

he watched you move and stretch out your legs, having been cross-cross for an hour, to reach for the small rabbit he hunted.

the flames were burning bright, they were like your souls and hearts but some day, they would become ash. “okay, get some rest.” katsuki waited a second in case you had something else to say, before he turned around and pulled up the sleeping bag.

“it’s okay,” your voice cracks in a way that makes his heart clench.

a wave of relief washes over you, like the world had come to a brief stop to catch a breath itself. katsuki held you the entire night, even when he could feel your restlessness and heavy breathing. “i’m not going anywhere, y/n.”

nothing could have prepared him for when you finally succumbed to this infection. you leaned closer and katsuki accepted the kiss, his hand slid around the back of your neck. “thank you.”

the light was fading from existence and it felt empty. the entirety of this home felt empty. alone. his cheek pressed into the side of your head and you felt his heartbeat.. soft and steady.

but you left katsuki with a lingering echo of emotions. terror, trust, love. the late night talks and reassuring smiles and this stupid romance story, it was all for nothing.

hands quiver and his eyes were glassy, fresh tears gathered to match your own. something broke— deep inside of him. katsuki bakugo could scream and cry until the sun comes out, but no one was around to hear.

your skin was stained black by morning.

we vow our lives and blood, but this is not our home.

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #apocalypse au #bnha x reader #mha x you #mha x reader #bakugo x reader #my writing

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liminalpebble · 6 months

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Hi, lovely! 💕 I’d like to request a drabble featuring Magnus. Perhaps a smutty one? I’ll leave all the details up to you.

(You cannot convince me that boy isn’t a freak! He’s likely got some tricks that would make even Blanche Devereaux herself blush.)

Hello my love! Thank you for being a friend!

By sheer luck I did a raunchy as fuck Magnus fic not too long ago based on a brilliant prompt from @muddyorbs.

Her request was to put Magnus and OFC on a mission together and he finds a little vibe in her suitcase and things get spicy. It's a very hostile fucky situation and I imagine our girl as a Lisbeth Salander type because my queer little heart is in love with her too. Anyway, I hope this pleases your inner Blanche as you reach for the cheesecake.

Much love, '

Peb

Magnus Martinsson fanfic, Magnus Martinsson x OFC, smut!, one shot, enemies to lovers (well...fuckers?), hostile but very consensual fucking, Minors DNI

Word count: about 3000 (sorry...bit of a honker. Worth it. I promise).

Bullets

Mara rolled her black-lined eyes when the call from Wallander came in. “Mara, are you still freelancing? We really need a tech wizard on this one.”

“Cute euphemism, Kurt...points for flattery. You need a hacker who will do the dirty work so your little lapdog techie can keep his hands clean while micromanaging me.”

Wallander sighed, and quipped sarcastically, “Why, yes, Mara, I'm doing very well, thanks. How are you today? Still your charming self, I see. By the way, you're on speaker. ” He looked across the conference table to where Martinsson (said lapdog techie) was glaring at his superior for putting him in this situation yet again.

Mara's eyes scanned around her tiny apartment full of computer equipment and old band tee shirts piled in an ever-increasing mound of black cotton. In her own mind, she'd named it Mount Doom. “Oh you know, Kurt, living that rich girl high life,” she replied in a prickly tone, toking on the remains of a joint from the night before. “And whose fault is it that I'm on speaker, hm? Really. You should know better by now.” She blew smoke out in a resigned exhale, “Alright Wallander, tell that minion of yours I'm in. I'm sure he'll be delighted.”

Kurt raised his voice. “His name is Magnus, or Detective Martinsson and I'd appreciate it if you stop calling him 'lapdog' or 'minion' especially to his face as you seem rather fond of doing...”

“Alright Kurt, see you tomorrow,” she said interrupting his lecture to end the conversation.

“Charming,” Magnus groaned.

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“The same room?” Mara said, with an air of annoyance, hauling her bags up the hill to the rundown Motorlodge.

Martinsson sighed and said with an edge of frustration, “Yes Mara, the same room. We can't work together from different rooms.”

“Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot, minion! I know that, but I thought that at least when we're taking shifts we'd have our own space to rest. It could be days! It would have been nice if the police department had sprung at least for adjoining rooms. I'd even tolerate sharing a bathroom with you if...”

Magnus stopped in his tracks, putting a hand up so she nearly stumbled directly into him. “Can you please, please not do this? I'm just here to do my job, just like you are. Can we try not to be at each other's throats?” As he said it she couldn't help looking at his throat, that pretty pale neck and sharp jawline she'd love to suck on and bite and make him moan while...

“Mara!” he barked, snapping her out of her lurid daydream.

“Okay...fucking hell. Okay,” she said, shouldering past him to enter the little 70's time capsule of a room. He fortified himself with a deep breath, stepping into her wake.

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“Well,” she said, between sips from the paper cup, “At least the Bates Motel has a pretty decent coffee machine.”

They both laughed and smiled to each other, faces bathed in the blue glow of computer screens; a rare truce. They had set up efficiently, both very good at their jobs and surprisingly good at working together despite the personality clashes.

“See?”

“See what?” Mara asked, sitting forward to scan the screen.

Magnus put a finger on her chin to turn her face towards him instead. “See how nice it can be when we actually just have a pleasant cup of coffee together and work?”, he elaborated. It was adorable, she had to admit...those big innocent blue eyes and golden curls making him look like a particularly naive, hopeful and, possibly stupid, angel. But from his work and credentials, she knew he was far from idiotic; just sweet, gullible, optimistic. And as he was staring at her with that sweet dumb incredibly handsome face, it just made her inexplicably angry, like his kindness was some kind of trick.

She shrugged, and took a sip to avoid looking at him, then stated, “Their hard drives will take hours to clone. It's a waiting game for now.” She yawned and cracked her knuckles, stretching up from the uncomfortable chair to flop onto the tacky paisley comforter. A sliver of orange glow from the setting sun slid between the heavy curtains, illuminating her body, and Magnus couldn't help but notice that like that, in this wash of golden hour light, she really was very pretty. Yet, for some inexplicable reason Mara seemed almost determined not to be, with her prickly personality and tent-like clothes hiding her rather nice curves. What a shame he thought.

Magnus took the opportunity to move too, rising to his feet and stretching his long arms over his head. Mara peeked at him with one surreptitiously open eye to drink in the sharp dips and muscle of his lower belly and hips as his shirt raised, ever so slightly, to show skin. Why does he have to have the body of a fucking Greek god? Jesus Christ. Eyes wondering south, hoping to catch a glimpse of the rather generous outline in his pants, she saw where his service revolver was strapped to him in a shocking interruption of black metal and leather. It didn't suit such a soft, posh, pretty boy to be toting around a gun like some cowboy. Having come from a wealthy suburb, Martinsson could never understand the grip of fear firearms held on poor neighborhoods like hers. She didn't like guns, and she didn't like the criminals or the cops who didn't seem to mind using them liberally in her childhood neighborhood while everyone else was caught in the crossfire.

“Do you have to wear that thing?” Mara asked, gesturing to the holster. “It's only me. I'm like a foot shorter than you and you could probably kill me with your bare hands if you wanted. Are there bullets in it now?”

Magnus turned to her, eyes soft and considerate. “Well, yes. It's part of the job. We have to wear them at all times on the clock and they have to be loaded. And it's not you I'm afraid of, Mara,” he said, sitting beside her on the bed, looking at his hands. “It's you I need to be ready to protect if things go south.”

Mara turned to perch on her elbow and look up at him, genuinely swooning for a second before she recovered hastily, coating it with sarcasm. “Awww...my hero. This is why they call you The Prince Charming of Ystad? And I know damn well you're afraid of me.”

“Not afraid...annoyed. Are you allergic to having a single genuine moment of humanity between us? What have I ever done to you?” he huffed sounding wounded, and standing up again to pace.

She groaned, standing up to face him, admitting to herself that she had been especially hard on him, and she couldn't even be entirely sure why (or at least, she wouldn't admit why, not even to herself). “Look, Magnus, I'm sorry, really.”

“Really?” he said cautiously, distrustful and surprised.

“Yeah..yeah, really. I've been such a bitch to you.”

As Magnus spotted the unprecedented chink in her armor, it set off the explosion of a tirade. It finally released itself from his mouth after brewing for months and he was powerless to stop it. “Listen. I don't know why you're like this, Mara, really I don't. I haven't done a bloody thing to deserve this, neither has Kurt.”

Mara felt a little fizzle of fear at the mounting growl in his voice, and she felt a little ashamed, but also aroused. It was deeply confusing.

“I wasn't socialized enough as a puppy. Why the fuck do you think, pretty boy? You're cops. I don't like cops. I don't like what you stand for...your mindless conformity...”

Magnus' voice rose, “Did it occur to you that some of them, Kurt and I for example, chose this life to protect people? Because we care about people, even people like you who hate us. And I'm not saying you don't have a good reason to hate the police, but you don't have to hate us. We're on your bloody side. And...and you think you're so clever and rebellious with your bitch act and your black hair dye....and and...your edgy jewelry,” he continued, reaching down to her open bag where there was an unusual silver necklace, with a heavy bullet for a pendant. He lifted it saying, “Oh so you don't like guns and bullets, but you'll wear them to look oh so cool and fashionable? What a fucking hypocrite...”

Mara was thunderstruck (and frankly excited) by his anger but the end of his little speech made her want to laugh hysterically. He had no idea that what he was holding was a state-of-the-art vibrator, beautifully designed to multitask as a piece of jewelry styled after an actual bullet. She thwarted her chuckle to say simply, “Please put that back. It was expensive.”

Magnus blinked in confusion, as if slapped by her unexpected response. As he moved to put it back, one of his long fingers fumbled around it, accidentally pressing a hidden button. As he dropped it back on top of her bag of toiletries, it began to buzz. The detective narrowed his eyes, mouth agape as the gears turned in his lovely head. “Is...is your necklace...vibrating. Holy shit...is that a...”. His broad Cheshire cat smile unfurled across his face, as he began to chuckled in long breathy laughs.

Now it was her turn to be angry...not to mention mortified. She darted her hand out to switch it off, crossed her arms, and stormed to the other side of the room. “Oh this is rich,” he purred out in his deep delicious voice. “Why did you bring that? And when on earth did you expect to have the time and privacy to use it?”

She yelled, “That's none of your business! And I thought we'd have separate rooms.”

He moved closer, now standing directly in front of her. She felt that looking into his bright eyes might sear her like a laser, so she settled for looking forward at his chest. Then his long soft fingers, tucked themselves under her chin, raising her eyes to his, as he asked in a deep intimidating voice, “Mara, why did you really bring that with you?”

Fuck. She could see why he was so good at interrogations. This is the kind of man it was no use lying to. She sputtered, “Be...because I know it might be a few days and...”

“And?” he prompted, taking a step closer.

She fumbled nervously, “And...and...because I knew I'd be trapped with you strutting around with your perfect fucking body and your pretty fucking face and your sweet fucking disposition, and I'd have to take care of myself if I wanted to think straight...okay?”

His smile dropped even as the heat of excitement coursed through his body. Magnus could see she was flustered, defenses down, nearly to the point of tears. Finally it occurred to him; so this is why she was so mean, so prickly and defensive towards him... because she liked him so much. She was harboring a hopeless school girl crush and assumed all of his kindness towards her...his goodness...was some kind of joke to mock her. She ignored the reality that he paid attention to her because he liked her too. She excited and intrigued him, but that all turned to bitter frustration that she would never let him near her. He just kept encountering all that barbed wire around her and finally quit trying to breach it...until now.

“Mara,” he said her name reverently like a prayer, in a low gentle whisper, full of empathy and kindness. He moved his hand from where it still was propped under her chin, to cradle her face. Neither of them could say who moved first as they crashed together, but before they knew it they were latched onto each other's hot mouths, kissing, licking, biting, barely able to breathe and neither of them minded.

He moved to her neck, sucking it hungrily then growled into her ear, “You think that little gadget could hold a fucking candle to me?”. She moaned in response, sliding her shaking fingers to begin unbuttoning his shirt while he worked at his pants and his holster. He was peeled out in moments, looking absolutely mouthwatering in nothing but his underwear. Mara tore her shirt and bra off over her head, then pressed the swell of her breasts against his firm torso, while her lips rejoined his. Her leg swung around his waist as she licked up his throat, bit his earlobe playfully and said, “Pull my hair. Call me a bitch again...”

He was panting as he said, “I...didn't call you a bitch...I said it was a 'bitch act'...”.

She gathered his curls between her fingers and tugged while she bit at his lovely throat, drawing a nearly-pornographic moan from the young cop. “I said, call me a bitch, you pedant.”

It was adorable, how he struggled to get the word out. He was the type of well-bred man who had trouble calling a woman anything other than “Miss”, which made it even hotter when his eyes darkened and his mouth twisted as he growled out, “You delicious bitch” and wrapped his big hand around her ponytail, yanking sharply. She was grinding against he thick erection, teasing him, desperate for him, until he stopped her with a bruising grip on her hips and met her eyes. “You called me a lapdog, huh? Well, there's only one lap I'm interested in being in,” he said in a velvety purr as he tugged her pants and panties off of her, pushing her onto the bed completely naked, as he snaked between her legs, biting and sucking ravenously at the soft flesh of her inner thighs, breath ghosting against her soaked pussy. She wove her fingers into his hair with surprising gentleness as she sighed and writhed while he kissed his way up.

When he licked the first firm line up her slit she arched her back and gasped out, “Holy fuck,” while he chuckled against her skin and she could feel his smile.

“Mmmm...you're even more delicious than I imagined,” he confessed, and the idea of him jacking off, thinking about this only aroused her more.

He began to suck delicately on her clit and swirl his tongue, bringing her close to the brink in mere moments. She lifted his head gently and said, “Wait...wait.”

His big, bright eyes met hers, solicitous and concerned as he panted out, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah...yeah amazing,” she said, smiling, “I just want to come on your cock. I want to feel you inside.”

“Oh darling...” he purred as he crawled farther up the bed to kiss her, sharing her own taste with her. He stood up for a moment to slide his boxers off, revealing his cock (which was just as gorgeous as the rest of him), stroking it lightly in one big hand. “Jesus Christ,” she gasped when she saw it, big and flushed with a tantalizing drip of precum. She crawled over to him and taking it into her mouth hastily, dying to savor it. He groaned in ecstatic surprise at the feeling of her hot mouth around him, her clever tongue caressing the hard length. He combed his hand through her hair, chuckling softly, teasing, “eager, are we darling?”

“Shut up and fuck me you cocky little shit,” she barked out playfully, making them both smile. “Prove to me that that little trinket will never satisfy me again, detective.”

He pinned her on her back, caging her between his strong arms, “Cocky, yes....little...well, my dear, I think we both know that's just a bit inaccurate.” His tone changed as he settled between her legs, and his hand stroked her cheek gently. He asked, “You're okay? This is okay?”

“Yes...please...just go in slowly?”

He nodded.

Magnus eased in gently, as they both gasped at the decadent feeling of his cock inside her slick, warm walls, adjusting to each other. “Mmmm. God...yes,” she purred, stroking his sharp cheekbone with her soft little hand. Meeting his eyes she said, “Magnus?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Now, please, fuck me like a whore.”

It rough and relentless as Magnus drove into her again and again while her legs clamped tight around him, calves bouncing on the muscular curve of his ass as he moved. The wave of both of their orgasms crashed quickly and simultaneously as they rode it out, making a mess of the old duvet, and collapsing naked against each other, spent and smiling. Mara massaged Mangus' head as he rested it against her breasts. He trailed little pecks along the soft skin, sighing contentedly. She peeked over his lovely golden fleece to see where the blue-glowing monitors were still reporting their downloads in progress with lots of time to go. Idly she said, “Looks like this is going to take longer than we thought.”

“Oh no, whatever shall we do in the meantime,” Magnus chimed in from where he had begun lapping his tongue over her tits, as they both laughed in an all encompassing high of relief.

@smolvenger @goblingirlsarah I can't think who else might like this one, but feel free to share!

#magnus martinsson oneshot #magnus martinsson smut #lovely asks #lovely mutuals #lovely fanfic friends #sas

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xkaidaxxxx · 2 months

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Alpha Jack Atlas x Omega Reader

Mentions : Abuse,rape,runaway, foul language, rejection NSFW,, happy ending,etc.

Trigger warning!!⚠️

Sorry for any errors

The night you became Yusei’s was something you hated. Painful. It always was. One night Yusei marked you. The next morning you both were tangled underneath the sheets. Waking up, you panicked. “I don’t think I knotted you. I wouldn’t do that to you, you’re unattractive. I only followed the scent and decided to have a little fun for the night.” He spoke. It hurt your feelings. Yusei use to always be such a good boyfriend and now he’s nothing but an asshole who takes advantage of you. You had no one to turn to not even your family. Everyone followed Alpha Yusei. No one dared to go against him. After 3 months of being with him after he marked you was hell. Constantly abusing you. “I thought I told you to fucking be ready by 8pm! We’re late!” he yelled and slapped you. “I’m sorry. I was busy with the other duties you assigned me Alpha.” you held your tears back to not mess up your make up. “You’re useless. Get undressed now. Forget about the family gatherling at your family’s.” he ordered. You did as he said. Undressed. Revealing yourself to him. This wasn’t the first time he forced himself onto you. Mounted you, making you cry with pain. He fucked you roughly. Marks of his hand prints on your body. Tonight he crossed the line way too much. “You’re such a dirty slut for me.” you cried hating his comments. “Crying but taking my cock very well. You still cum around me. Isnt that so contridicting.” he spoke. You came of course but it wasnt because you wanted. Its whatever the body wanted. You cried out as he slapped your face. “ Nasty bitch.” he pulled out and came on your stomach. Afterwards he locked you in the closet. “No yu-yusei please! Let me out. Let me out of here!”you yelled banging on the door. He knew you were terrified of small dark places. You closed your eyes and layed in a fetal position, trying to imagine you were nice and warm in your bed. “ Disobey me and you know the consequences.” was the last thing you heard. He left you locked in for 2 weeks.You were starving,dirty, smelly and cold. No one could hear your cries. “I’m tired of being careful in this fucking hell. Whats wrong with me? I wish I could disappear.” You said and the door opened. “You smell like garbage. Come out and wash yourself. We have an event next week. You need to pull yourself together.”he said. You left running to the bathroom. You turned on the water waiting for it to get warm when it did you quickly jumped in. it was a long shower. You had to make sure you were super clean, that the stench went away all together. The following day you remembered what you had said to yourself about wanting to disappear. Thats exactly what you did. You moved away and started a new life. You got a new job and home and after a month of being there you found out you were pregnant. “You’re 3 months into your pregnancy ma’am congratulations.” the gynocologist said. After that appointment you went home and sat there touching the mark on your neck. You were pregnant with Yusei’s pup. “Hey how did the appointme-” your friend said as she walked into your home. She saw the tears running down your cheeks. “I’m pregnant. 3months in…I need to make a call to Mr.Atlas for my pregnancy leave. I’ll leave around my 6th month.” you said grabbing your phone. You scheduled a meeting with him tomorrow at 2pm.

Jack was a simple man. He doesn’t like beating around the bush. He easily does get irritated due to people messing up with work after he explained many times on how things should be done. He is kind of silly if you think about it. He is very kind and adorable in his own little way. He really has interest in you. He would’ve made a move on you from day one however he saw your mark. It was fading away but still there. He had his doubts of course. You never once mentioned a family vacation leave, nor any other type of family related things.

“ Hello Mr.Atlas.” you greeted him. “Hello. What was it that you needed speak to me about?” he asked crossing his arms. You were hesitant to ask this early in the pregnancy to have a leave. “I need a pregnancy leave..I’m 3 months along. I’m asking for a pregnancy leave by the time I’m 6 months.” You spoke up hoping he’d be alright with that. “ You can take a leave now. Pregnancy is hard.” he said. That idea of making a move on you was now far long. You laughed nervously. “N-no..I’m good sir I can last long for sure.” “Your husband would want you to rest as much as you can so its alright.” he said smiling yet still losing his mind somehow. “Oh..I don’t have a husband its just the baby and I hence why I would like more time to work.” you said. For some reason you felt so ashamed but its not your fault. You were forced to leave.Yusei abused you. No one should be abused. Not from their mates nor family and friends. “O-oh I see..Ms.L/N. You can start your leave now. You will still be getting paid. Don’t worry.” He said. That was such a blessing. Getting paid during your pregnancy leave. You will be able to not stress about how to pay the bills. He was going to pay you. Out of his pocket not his company. “ Thank you sir for understanding.” you said standing up. He was going to abuse his power. He has all his workers files. Copies of their ID’S, Address and Social securities. “ I hope your pregnancy goes good.” he said rubbing your back. It felt soothing. You loved his touch. You hummed and nodded. A sigh left your mouth. “Tired already?” he smiled after you realized how you responded to his touch. “I am so sorry Mr.Atlas that was very rude of me. Inappropiate.” you apologized. “Everyone needs a rub on the back from time to time. No need to worry” he chuckled. You blushed and headed back to your station and began to pack your things. The following months were hard. You kept in contact with your boss. He texted you normally. He was basically your friend now. He took time off to come check up on you at your home. “Y/n you call me as soon as you need help.” he ordered as he put on your shoes on you. “I-Im sorry..Your company needs you. It’s important.” you replied and started crying. Your emotions were all over the place. “Oh no no no I’m not getting mad at you. I want you to know that I always have time for you. I will always help you.” he said wiping your tears. During your pregnancy , he slowly started moving in. He’d stay over for day that he had his own section of the closet and drawers. There were two toothbrushes instead of one. Different set of shampoo,conditioner and body wash. He bought the baby girl clothes and her necessities. He was acting like a true husband and father. Every night he scented you. You felt safe and sound with him. You scented him through the day. Today he forgot the lunch you had made him. You decided to take it to him. You dolled up comfortably. Arriving to the building everyone stared at you and the lunch bag you had in your hands. Everyone knew no one in the building was your mate. Maybe his scent washed away after your prolonged shower.Since the receptionist didnt allow you to head to his office you had no other way but to call him and let him know you were downstairs. A few minutes he showed up. “Hey princess.” he said giving you a nice hug then rubbing your now 8th month bump. Your coworkers were shocked. You were with Jack Atlas. “You forgot your lunch silly. Next time you’ll have to get more sleep so you’re not in such a hurry in the morning.” you said as he took the lunch bag. “Thank you baby. Lets head back to my office. You look very beautiful in blue.” he commented and up you go. As you both entered the office you saw the one person you didnt expect to see. Yusei Fudo. The man you hated most in the world. “W-what the hell are you doing here? G-go away. You monster.” you said crying. You began to feel scared and you started to panic. Jack had no idea why you suddenly felt this way but he released his phermones around you and he held you.

“Shh shh princess it’s okay. I’m here no one will ever hurt you. Deep breaths.” you did as he said. Slowly calming down. “How do you know him sweetheart ?” Jack asked playing with you hair. “He was my ex mate. He was the one I ran away from. He’s a monster. He abused me in many ways. I hate him.” you replied rubbing your bump. Yusei knew it was his baby. He tried coming near but Jack stopped him. “y/n is now my woman and that baby is our daughter. Forget about the deal we were about to make. Get out of here.” he said with a growl. Yusei obeyed him. He didn’t care about his daughter and ex mate. “Will you allow me to mark you as mine?” Jack asked as he moved your hair to the side revealing your neck. “Once our little one is born of course.” he smiled. You couldn’t believe how much your life has changed in such a short amount of time.

The day finally came when you gave birth. You were struggling with a name. “Mhm this is harder than I thought.” he said. “Emilia Rosé Atlas.” you said with a smile. “Thats beautiful.” he said. After a few moments the nurse came back with a birth certificate. “All thats left is for us to marry.” he said kissing you. “ mhm yes” you replied kissing back. Your daughters birth was painful but it was such a wonderful day.

As the years passed you married him and moved into his home. You experienced all the wealth he has that is now yours as well. Your daughter grew up with such good parents. Emilia went to an amazing school. She excelled in many things. She was happy to have parents who always have time for her. She is very spoiled by her dad. You both taught her to be humble and giving. All good morals. Shes a very kind person. When Emilia was 6 you had twins, Jack and Ashton Atlas.. It was shocking but you and Jack were so happy. Emilia was jealous at first but grew to love them so much. She even made an oath to always protect them. Eventually the Atlas family was a family of 10.

1)Jack Atlas

2)Y/n Atlas

3)Emilia Rosê Atlas

4)Jack Atlas Jr

5)Ashton Atlas

6)Leilani Atlas

7)Taylor Atlas

8)Sage(Cat)

9)Lily (Cat)

10)Aurora (Cat)

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When You’re With Me I’m Smiling

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Ark Thompson x fem!reader (one shot)

Warnings: cute fluff!, kissing, flirting, cheesy banter 🤭 Ark’s just a soft boy who I wanted to write ✍️

not proofread 👌 kinda came out of nowhere and wrote this in like an hour 🫣

Title from Lady by Styx 💜

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He’s quiet. Something you’ve come to appreciate the more you work with other agents. His friend Leon tends to be a smart ass on the best of days, so when Ark is the only one teaming up with you on projects (no sandy haired menace in sight), you can breathe a sigh of relief.

He works hard and keeps his head down, but also jumps into it when he needs to get his hands dirty. You tend to stick to the admin side of things, being the researcher and liaison for the missions you both take on for the agency. All in all (when you’re not able to work with Rebecca) Ark is your next choice on the roster.

It’s how you both end up working late nights, ordering Chinese takeout and comparing which 90’s boy band had the worst hair. This particular Friday evening is the great debate between 98° and LFO on who is least remembered.

“If it wasn’t for Nick Lachey marrying Jessica Simpson, no one would remember them,” Ark points out, spearing a piece of broccoli onto his fork and pointing it at you.

“Exactly,” you roll your eyes, reaching for the soy sauce, “they’re more recognized because of the association. No one in hell remembers LFO.”

Ark cracks a smile at you, tossing a fortune cookie at you, “Alright, I guess I can see your point. I only know the one song by them anyways.”

You gesture with your arm while closing your empty container, “Thank you. I deserve this win after you won against Justin’s ramen hair.”

“Two words: frosted tips,” he laughs as you flip him off and grab your fortune cookie.

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” you scrunch your nose, “why was that even a thing in the first place?”

He shrugs easily, leaning back into his chair, “Same reason tribal tattoos around the bicep were in style.”

You both make eye contact before cracking up loudly.

“God, I’m so happy some styles die out with time,” you giggle, standing up to toss your stuff into the trash.

Ark follows suit, walking with you out of the conference room to the nearby break room, recycling what needs to be and throwing away the rest.

“You doing anything this weekend?” He asks, stalling by the door until you’re finished as well.

You fall into step with him as you head over to your desks out in the bullpen.

“Binge some brain rotting television and clean my messy house,” you grin, shouldering him before stopping at your desk to grab your jacket and purse, “what about you?”

He hums and shuffles awkwardly as you slip your jacket on, “I was, uh, going to see if you wanted to meet up tomorrow sometime?”

You frown, “To work on the case?”

You watch as a blush colors the tips of his ears before sweeping down to his cheekbones. His brown eyes dart away and then back to you.

He clears his throat nervously, “Not exactly. I was wondering if you’d want to go out on a date?”

“Oh,” you draw up short, eyes taking in his flushed face and nervous uptic of his lips.

Nodding, you give him a shy smile, “Y-yeah that sounds nice. You have my number, right?”

His smile broadens until you can see a flash of teeth, “Yep, I’ve got it. I’ll call you tomorrow to hammer out the details?”

You laugh, “Maybe work on the sweet talk, huh?”

He flushes harder and rubs the back of his neck, “S-sorry, kinda nervous.”

Chest fluttering with butterflies, you link your arm with his and walk over to his desk.

“We can work on it.”

Stopping to grab some files from his work area, Ark walks with you out into the company parking garage.

“See you tomorrow,” you press a quick kiss to his cheek, “drive safe.”

Smiling bashfully, he rubs the skin you pressed your lips against, “You too.”

By the next afternoon, Ark calls and invites you to try out a new Italian place that Leon swears is the best. Much to your surprise, it’s actually authentic and delicious. You both spend the next couple of hours chatting over pasta and bread, work being completely off the table as a topic. After learning that Ark has never been to the local malt shop (who knew they even still existed!), you convinced him to make that your next stop.

Now, milkshakes in hand, you walk along the pavement to the nearby park, the late evening sun casting long shadows. Coaxing Ark to sit on a bench, you sit thigh to thigh, sharing bites of your cold treats until you’re both giggling and sharing sticky sweet kisses. Sitting your empty cups to the side, Ark takes your face in his calloused hands and presses the softest of kisses to your cold lips.

“I’m glad you agreed to go out with me,” he murmurs in the small space between your mouths, “I’ve been crushing on you for months.”

Your eyes light up, giddy excitement bubbling in your chest, “Really? I never picked up on it.”

Ark grins, thumb coming up to tug your bottom lip down, “Kept it close to the chest, didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

You melt into him a little, nipping his thumb before leaning in to kiss him more firmly than before. Losing track of time, the sound of cicadas alerts you to the late time when Ark finally pulls away from you, lips looking bee stung and swollen (you’re sure you don’t look much better).

“Let’s get you home,” his voice comes out rough, sending chill bumps skating across your skin.

Holding hands from the park to his car, he only lets go to help hold open the door for you to get in before climbing into the driver's seat and taking your hand up once more. He randomly kisses your knuckles as he drives, shooting you soft little smiles that make your heart beat fast. Making it back to your apartment, Ark walks you all the way up to your door.

“I had a really wonderful time,” you bite your bottom lip, feeling a little zing at the soreness you feel from your earlier make out.

“I did, too,” he rumbles, eyes dropping to your mouth before flicking back up to your eyes, “can I kiss you goodnight?”

“Please,” you breathe out, hands reaching around to tease the soft brown hair at the nape of his neck when he leans down into your space.

With a soft groan, he kisses you deeply, tongue licking past your swollen lips to rub against yours. You eagerly suck on the slick muscle as your nails scrape against the base of his skull. A deep hum echoes from his chest making you press the dough of your thighs together. He pulls away, resting his forehead against your temple as you both catch your breaths.

“I’ll call you when I get home?” The last word lilts upward as in a question and you smile, stepping back to your door.

“I’d like that,” you murmur happily.

He grins, boyish and charming, “Alrighty. Have a goodnight.”

He dips back in for a quick kiss to your cheek and leaves back to the elevators. You quickly unlock your door and slip inside. Once you’ve shut and locked it back, you slump against the hardwood with a sigh. Feeling as giddy as a schoolgirl, you laugh out loud and press a hand to your lips.

Seems like Ark might take the top spot as your favorite partner to work with from here on out.

#lipglossanon #lipglossmasterlist #ark thompson #ark thompson x fem!reader #ark thompson x reader #Ark Thompson x you #resident evil survivor au #resident evil fic #fluff #fem!reader #resident evil au #resident evil fanfiction #don’t ask what this is cause I have no idea lmao

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i-am-baechu · 2 years

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Title: Think About Us

Paring: Kim Taehyung

Genre: Idol! Taehyung, stylist! reader, secret relationship! au, established relationship! au, infidelity! au, fluff (kind of), smut, and angst

Summary: Feeling like someone’s dirty secret wasn’t the greatest feeling but Y/N keeps telling herself that Taehyung loves her at the end of the day. Four years after being together, she tells him that she wants to tell his members that they’re together but he ignores this and tells her not yet. The member thinks she’s his cousin and tells her that he’s at the club with his friends like he always does on Saturday nights. She realizes that this could be the end of everything and finally sees her worth.

Warnings: Cheating, fighting, drinking, physical violence (slapping someone and pushing), self doubt, insecurity, fertility problems, flashbacks, angst, and sex scenes

Part of Little Mix's Mixtape series!

It was early in the morning, the type of morning that you would drink coffee with your partner watching the sunrise while holding each other. The type of morning where you cuddled in bed talking about the future. The yellow in the sky could bring darkness to shame and the sound of birds brought melodies throughout the neighborhood. Y/N L/N loved mornings because of the sunrise and the peace that she gets. The early mornings and late nights were the only times she saw her boyfriend, Kim Taehyung from the famous boy band, BTS. It's been four years and she hopes they can make it to their fifth year. Y/N wanted a normal morning but being with him, she knew she could never get that. No matter how hard she tried.

“Come on, Y/N. Please.”

She sighed and shook her head into her pillow, “You promised me you would take me out for breakfast.”

“I’ll do it tomorrow, come on.”

No you won't, you always say that... “But I-”

“Y/N, I have to leave in an hour.”

She sighed and nodded her head, “Okay...”

He smiled at this and kissed her cheek making her glance over her shoulder to give him a small smile. He got out of bed and took off his clothes giving her a cheeky smile, “I’ll meet you in there.”

She nodded her head and watched him enter the bathroom with the sound of running water being the only sound in the room. She sighed at this and slipped her shirt off slowly as she stared at the floor with a frown. She rubbed the back of her neck as she glanced up at the bathroom door with an emotionless look. How many times was this going to happen? All she wanted to do was to go out with her boyfriend because it's been a year since they went out. Sure they had lunch together inside their apartment and at the park but they were always hidden. She understood why he wanted to hide but it didn't feel like he wanted to try anymore but she was too scared to say anything.

“Babe! Are you coming?”

She sighed and slipped off her shorts, “I’m coming!”

She walked over the clothes that were spread out on the floor knowing that she would be the one to clean it later but she ignored that. She opened the door and heard Taehyung humming softly in the shower. She opened the shower curtain and Taehyung gave her a small smile. He helped her in the shower and feeling the hot water going down her body made her feel at ease until she felt his hands on her. He started to squeeze her chest, kneading the fat gently making her moan softly. His fingers gilded swiftly to her nipples, rolling the sensitive bud under the water. She leaned against his chest letting him get a better view of her body and she knew he was giving her a smirk. She spread her legs a little, letting Taehyung erection slap against her wet slit. “Oh, Taehyung~.” She let out a small moan as she was rubbing her clit directly onto his shafts.

“My baby.” Taehyung groaned, squeezing her tits tighter as he tried to hold himself back. She continued to grind their naked bodies together making her smile at the warmth she was feeling in her chest. She turned her head and she gave him a kiss. They were kissing with their eyes close with passion and she wondered if he felt the same sparks she felt when they kissed. She stole another kiss before mumbling against his lips, “You need to hurry, babe.”

Taehyung nodded his head and guided the tip of his cock to her pussy. She rutted her hips back desperately but also because she knew his schedule. This caused his tip to push in the tight muscle, “Ah~!”

“Fuck, Y/N.”

She picked his hand up and placed it back on her tit. He squeezed her breast and let out a moan when she pushed her hips back onto him, slowly enveloping his whole cock into her pussy, “Fuck, Taehyung move.”

“Bend over baby.”

Y/N leaned forward to rest against the shower wall, arching her back to give him the best angle to fuck into her, “Taehyung, please.”

She moaned as she rolled her hips against him and Taehyung watched in awe as she fucked herself back on his cock. His hands immediately found the flesh of her round ass and guided her movements better. He let out a goan watching his cock disappear into her pussy, “You’re so beautiful.”

He wrapped his fingers around her waist and began pounding into her, wanting to get it done fast, “Shit baby.” He leaned over slightly to reach between her legs and quickly found her clit and began roughly rubbing at it, earning moans from her.

“Right there~!”

“Are you close? I feel you tightening up, tell me.”

“Yeah!” She squealed, face pressed against the shower wall as another moan came out when he thrusted into her roughly again.

“Cum on my cock.” He groaned in pure bliss as she started shaking with his pussy spasming around his cock. He stilled his hips so he could relish in her pussy, squeezing uncontrollably around him but he kept rubbing her clit making sure her orgasm lasted every second. He watched catch her breathe again and tapped her back letting her know that he wanted to change positions. She slowly moved away from the wall and he hooked his hand under his knee and lifted her leg around her waist.

“Hold on baby.” Taehyung mumbled as he pulled Y/N close to him as he possibly could, her perky tits hard nipples getting squished up against his chest as the water flowed between them. Taehyung was soon pounding into her again with no mercy. She buried her head into his neck, kissing and licking all over his neck and chest trying to get him to get done faster.

“Fuck, Y/N~!”

“Tae.” She whimpered into his neck, still holding on because she didn’t trust her legs anymore.

He rubbed her lower back and kissed the side of her head, “I’m gonna pull out, okay.”

She nodded her head into his neck and he carefully pulled away from her, his cock sliding out and letting his cum leak out. He held her leg up so he could watch, licking his lips, “Fuck, you made me cum so much.”

She gave him a small smile and nodded her head at this. He gave her a boxy smile and put her leg down so he could her in for a quick kiss. They pressed their foreheads together and patted her butt gently, “Alright, I’ll see you tonight.”

She nodded her head and watched him leave the shower, “I love you...”

“Yeah.”

She heard the door close and she leaned against the shower wall letting the warm water hit her skin. At least with the water running down, she can’t see her tears.

Y/N finished washing up and getting ready for her job. Y/N was a stylist for SM and she handled NCT 127 with the help of her assistant Kimberly. She loved her job and she created close relationships with all the members. She felt so happy at her job which was the opposite of how she felt when she was at home where she was supposed to feel her best. She zipped up her black jacket and walked out of the apartment with a irritated look because she had to clean up Taehyung’s mess in the bedroom and kitchen. She was used to it but for some reason today everything was getting to her. She got into her car and shut off the radio when she heard her boyfriend's song on the radio and she groaned when she heard his voice. She started to drive to the familiar building that felt like her second home in silence.

She parked her car in her spot and she headed into the building. She went to the coffee shop in the building and waited for her coffee to be made when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned her head and she smiled when she saw Mark Lee giving her a welcoming smile, “Hey you.”

“Good morning, noona. I wasn’t expecting you here so early. Is everything okay?”

“One of those mornings...just busy.”

Mark nodded his head and took a sip of his water, “Was it because of your boyfriend?”

“Yeah...I mean I’m happy to be here now.”

Y/N told Mark that she had a boyfriend but she never told him who it was. All the fights she had with Taehyung and all the feelings she had been feeling were known by Mark. Mark was the first person she became friends with when she started working here and he admired her work ethic. Mark nodded his head and shook his head at this, “He didn’t say I love you?”

“No, I honestly don’t remember when he said those words to me.”

“Noona, that’s not good.”

“He’s busy.” He's making another album and probably going to have another world tour leaving me alone, again.

“You don’t deserve to get treated like that noona. Maybe you should break up with him.”

“I still love him...Let’s change the subject.”

Later that day, she helped gather outfits for NCT’s next comeback and she didn’t get any texts from Taehyung. During her lunch, she waited for him at their restaurant that they always go to but he didn’t show up like he promised he would. She left the restaurant and didn’t bother to text him that she left because it was useless. Nothing was making her happy but she knew how to act happy around people.

She returned home that night to see no one was home and she knew that Taehyung was staying late at the studios or at the dorm to get rest. She sighed to herself and went to the kitchen taking out a cake from the fridge with a frown. She placed the candles and lit them with a small smile but it didn’t make her feel any better, “Happy anniversary...”

Y/N knew Taehyung during middle school and she formed a crush on him but she ignored it because a lot of girls were already trying to get him. She wasn’t popular nor was she a loner, she was just normal and someone like Taehyung didn’t need someone normal like her. After her father died from a sudden heart attack, she moved in with her neighbors who were good friends with her father because she didn’t have any family members left. She wasn’t expecting to see Taehyung at the house. Her father used to talk about their son all the time and how much he liked him but why did it have to be him.

During their final years of middle school, Y/N and Taehyung grew closer. At first she thought it was because he pitied her for being an orphan but as time went on she realized she was wrong. He helped her with farming, homework and making more friends. He really made her life easier and it made her feel better. Her feelings grew deeper for him as the time went on but she never voiced it. It wasn’t until he went away to become an idol, something she was shocked to hear. They only really talked when he called home or visited and that was rare. Y/N moved away and started her job as a stylist for different companies, that's how she met Taehyung again. Four years ago, Taehyung confessed his feelings to her and she told him it was always him no matter what. It was a fairytale until it wasn’t.

Two years ago, Taehyung cheated on her and it wasn't a one-time thing. It crushed her and what hurt the most, it was with one of her close friends back then. She’ll never forget walking in on him fucking her in their bed and her friend being shocked to see her. Apparently, Taehyung told her he was single and how Y/N was only his friend, she didn’t believe either of them because she told her about him. She tried to break up with him right there and then but he promised he would change and never do it again. She stayed with him because he reminded her of home and it felt safe and because Taehyung wouldn’t leave her alone. She remembered all the nice words her father would say about him and decided that it was a mistake.

After that incident, it took awhile for her to be normal with him again because she didn’t trust him. He was disheartened with this but he understood why. Taehyung was doing everything in the book to gain her forgiveness, buying her flowers, expensive dates, jewelry, etc. They were never the same but they were close enough to make her feel at ease. To this day she still had space between them when they sat together or slept in the same bed together. Sometimes she couldn’t even look him in the eye because all she remember was him fucking the other girl. Everything was normal or somewhat normal until this year started.

Taehyung was busy with his album and it made sense that he would see her less but the fear in her never left her body. It's been four years and she never met his bandmates or even been to his place of work because he always told her not yet. After four years, she felt like it was time to meet his bandmates or even see his work space because he's seen hers more than she can count.

The morning after, she woke up in the living room with her makeup and work clothes still on. She sighed to herself and sat up on the couch rubbing her forehead roughly. She glanced at the kitchen and saw the cake half eaten and three empty bottles of wine on the counter. She shook her head and got up from the couch to stretch her body out the best she could and walked into their bedroom. She saw everything was untouched and she wondered if Taehyung slept better then she did. She took off her clothes and make-up off slowly as she stared at herself in the shower with an emotionless look. She looked horrible.

She got dressed in her work clothes and put her hair up in a messy bun. At least last night she was sober enough to charge her phone in her bedroom. She turned on her phone and saw nothing on her lockscreen. No messages or calls from Taehyung, she scoffed at this and tossed her phone on the bed as she stared at the floor. She grabbed her pillow and helped it against her face as she let out a small scream making her feel better afterwards. She realized that she didn’t remember where she put her keycard for SM and got up from her bed to search for it.

She opened up her nightstand and let out a annoyed sigh when she saw Taehyung’s headphones. She told him to move it a couple of days ago and of course, he didn’t listen. She picked them and headed towards his side with heaviness in each step. She opened up his nightstand but stopped when she saw a key ring that she has never seen before. She picked up the ring and tilted her head at it and saw an engraving in the key, The Grace Apartments. She dropped the key as if the key was on fire and it burned her hand. She stared at the key with a blank expression, why does he have this?

Just then her phone started ringing but she couldn’t move right away. It wasn’t until she heard the fifth ring that she took the phone and answered it, “Hello?”

“Noona, I was just asking if everything is okay? It’s kinda late.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I was looking for my keycard but I’ll be there in thirty minutes. Thank you for asking Mark.”

“Okay noona. I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah...”

She heard the dial tone and she tossed the phone back on the bed. She turned her head back to stare at the key with a blank expression again. She lifted the key again and continued to stare at it. She grabbed her phone and took a picture of the key as she tossed it back in the nightstand and slammed it shut. She stared at the black wood and shook her head. She walked away and she saw her lanyard sticking out under her bed. She quickly grabbed it and basically ran away from the room and into her car. She covered her mouth as nothing came out of her eyes, she was too shocked to cry. She started her car again and kept it silent, that's what she needed at that moment.

She didn’t even remember driving there nor did she remember entering her office. She sat in her chair and stared at the wall with a blank expression. She took her phone out of her pocket and stared at the picture of the key and tried to make an excuse for him but nothing. She quickly snapped out of it when she saw Kimberly enter with a smile, “Good morning, Y/N.”

She quickly smiled at the girl and put her phone facing down, “Good morning Kimberly. How was your morning?”

“It was good. My husband made me breakfast in bed because he forgot our date last night.”

She gave a fake smile and then took a sip of her spiked coffee, “That’s really cute. Can I ask a question?”

“Of course.”

“Your friend found a key in her boyfriend's nightstand. What would you think?”

Kimberly went to her desk and set her coffee down with a confused look. She looked back at her with a raised eyebrow, “I would assume he's cheating. Is your friend okay?”

“She will be. Now, let's get to work.”

An hour later, Taehyung texted her that he wanted to have lunch with her and she glared at her phone. Should she go? What was the point of going? Maybe the key was for work and it was nothing to worry about. He promised her that he would never hurt her again and she takes promises seriously. She sighed to herself and texted him back a simple okay. She got up from her desk and headed to a dance studio to see Seulgi practicing. She turned around and gently waved at her and she returned it, “Seulgi…I.”

“Y/N, is everything okay?”

The moment that question left her lips, tears came down her face. She started to sob and brought her hands up to face covering it and she heard rushed footsteps. All of a sudden, she was engulfed in warmth and she nuzzled into it. Seulgi was rubbing her back gently as they rocked back and forth. They stood like that for a couple of minutes until Y/N felt calm again. She pulled away and took a deep breath. Seulgi brought her jacket sleeve up and wiped away her tears making her smile a little, “Y/N, what happened?”

The two girls sat in the dance room as Y/N told Seulgi everything. From start to finish, she didn’t want to hide Taehyung’s wrong doings anymore, “- I just don’t know what to do…”

Seulgi nodded her head and continued to rub her back gently, “Maybe you should ask him about the key or you could always look up the apartments.”

Y/N glanced up at Seulgi who was giving her a serious look, “Look up the apartments? Isn’t that crossing a line.”

“Y/N, Taehyung cheated on you and basically forced you to stay with him. That’s crossing the line.”

Y/N nodded her head and looked at the floor as fresh tears came to her eyes, “I’m so weak…”

“No you're not. Don’t ever say that. Go out to lunch with him and see if he’s acting different. You know him better than anyone.“

“Do I? He cheated on me, something I never thought he would do.”

“Y/N, go to lunch and just ask some questions. Like how’s work or how’s the dorms. You need some answers…maybe after lunch you should do an investigation.”

“I’ll think about it. Okay, I’ll go to lunch and I’ll tell you what I’m going to do.”

Seulgi nodded her head and patted her back, “You should tell Mark. You know how much he admires you and he would basically do anything for you.”

“I’ll tell him after lunch.”

Usually a person going on their lunch break would be a god sent but this time it was choking her. She drove in silence to the restaurant they always go to and she parked the car. She sat in the car for what seemed like hours but quickly shook her head to go inside. She put her hair in a ponytail and took a deep breath again. She looked at herself in the mirror and practiced her fake smile. When she felt like she achieved the smile she wanted, she got out of her car. She walked into the restaurant and her eyes landed on the back of his head and everything stopped for her.

Taehyung watched her cry on the couch and it was a sound that he has never heard before from her. She covered her face with her hands as her shoulders moved up and down. It's been a month since Y/N witnessed him cheating on her and it was becoming clear to him that she wasn’t just going to forgive him. She moved her hands from her face and turned towards him with a hard glare, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I was just worried about you crying...”

She scoffed at this and got up from the couch heading towards the kitchen with Taehyung right on her tail. She took out some wine glass and poured some wine in the glass as he watched with a fearful look. She gulped down the cup and poured another glass. Seeing her gulp another glass Taehyung rushed into the kitchen and snatched the wine bottle out of her hand causing her to glare at him. She pushed him away from her causing her to drop her glass on the floor, shattering everywhere. He glanced at the broken glass and then back at her face. He felt the heat from her glare and set the wine bottle on the counter.

“Y/N-”

“Don’t.”

She looked up at the ceiling as she felt more tears coming down her face. She let out a small laugh and looked back at him, “I did so much for you. I-I...Why did you cheat? Was it because I couldn’t do your breeding kink or have fucking kids? Was it because I’m broken and you thought it was easy to just fuck someone else to have your dream family forgetting me in the process. YOU’VE KNOWN SINCE WE WERE TEENAGERS THAT I COULDN’T HAVE KIDS....you-you said it was okay because you loved me...What changed?”

As she said her speech, Taehyung looked down and shook his head, “It had nothing to do with that...”

“Then what was it?”

“I-I just need to let out some steam.”

She scoffed at this and looked down at the floor before looking back at him, “You did it multiple times.”

“You were busy-”

“So, it’s my fault that you fucked one of my friends?”

Taehyung sighed at this and walked up to her slowly and carefully. She watched him move closer to her and he opened his arms to hug her but she wasn’t going to let him do that. She brought her hand up and slapped him across the face but he didn’t seem fazed from it. She pushed him away and walked away, “The fact that you think you can just fucking hug me and try to fix it like that.”

“Y/N, I told you I would never do it again. Please.”

He ran out to the living room to see her sitting back on the couch with her hands on her face. He walked up to her and kneeled down on the ground as she cried in front of him. She didn’t bother to look up at him and he accepted that, “I, Kim Taehyung, will never hurt you like this again. Please give me a chance.”

She looked up from her hands and stared at him, “You think you can just apologize and make this okay?”

“Y/N, just give me a chance.”

She scoffed and shook her head, “Why are you with me? You cheated on me...do you love me?”

“I love you...Please, please give me a chance.”

“Y/N!”

She quickly whipped her head to see Taehyung walking up to her with his black mask on his face. Covering his identity from everyone around him and she wished she could do the same right now. She gave him a gentle wave and let him hug her but she didn’t return the hug. She opted on patting his back, something he didn’t really pick up. He intertwined his fingers with hers and walked to the back room where they always ate because no one could see them.

He pulled out her chair and she gave him a small smile as she sat down. He sat down across from her and pulled down his mask to take a sip of his water, “I ordered your favorite.”

“Oh? What did you do?”

He let out a small chuckle and shook his head at this, “I did nothing, I just missed you.”

Liar. She let out a small cough and smiled at him, “I missed you too...You didn’t come home last night. Do you remember what yesterday was?”

He nodded his head slowly and took out red roses from under the table making her gasp, “I’m so sorry, I was tired from practice and recording that I left my phone in the studio and Yoongi actually found it for me. I passed out at the dorms, Y/N, I’m sorry.”

She took the flowers and a real smile was put on her face when she smelled the flowers, “I love them, I keep telling you to stop losing your phone.”

He let out a laugh and nodded his head, “I know but I have another surprise for you.”

“Oh? What is it?”

He reached in his pocket and brought out a necklace, it was a simple chain with a heart charm with the date they met. Her heart swelled at the gift and took it. She looked up at him and smiled, “Taehyung...”

“I know you hate jewerly but I wanted to do this for you because I love you so much.”

She nodded her head and leaned forward placing a small kiss on his lips. She took the black box from his hand and smiled at the heart charm before looking back at him, “I love it.”

During the meal, Taehyung acted normal. Holding her hand while she ate, feeding her food and kissing her whenever he had the chance. She took another bite of her food and watched him glance at his phone and her smile drop. She watched a smirk form on his face and she looked away because it gave her an uneasy feeling. It was the same smirk he gave her whenever she wore something sexy. She put her phone in her purse and turned towards him with a small cough, “I have to go...”

“Oh, already?”

She nodded her head and took a sip of her water, “Sorry, work called.”

He nodded his head and leaned forward giving her a kiss on her forehead, “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Yeah...bye, love you.”

“See you.”

She nodded her head and walked away, trying her best to hold in her tears. She sat in her car and she tried her best to make her breathing normal. She picked up her phone and called the one person she knew who would listen to her.

“Noona?”

“I-I think...I think he’s cheating on me again, Mark.”

That night was filled with Y/N talking to Mark and her waiting for Taehyung. She wanted to give him another chance before she made the decision of looking into his wrongdoings. Taehyung never came home that night and told her that she had to stay overnight to re-do some recordings. The moment she saw those typed out words, she knew it was a lie. It was the same lie he would use two years ago to her and she wasn’t the same girl. She called Mark and told him the full truth about her relationship aka who she was dating. Mark was shocked to hear that Kim Taehyung was a huge asshole that didn’t deserve anything in his life as his senior.

Y/N and Mark sat in the cafe as Y/N just sat there with a blank face, “I feel like...I always knew it would happen again.”

Mark shook his head and grabbed her hand, rubbing her knuckles gently with his thumb, “You don’t know if he's cheating.”

“He probably is...I mean I get it...I barely want myself. It’s all his fault, he made me feel like a worthless piece of shit and I stuck with him because I fucking love him. How stupid...”

Mark shook his head again when he saw small tears forming, “You just love him so much...I’ll help you look up the apartment or whatever you need me to do. I want you to find the answer.”

She nodded her head and looked at him with a determined look, “I need to know the truth...even if it hurts me. I need to know.”

She went home and sat in the empty living room with a blank expression. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back on the couch and she started crying. Tears ran down her face ruining her makeup but she didn’t care. If she was getting cheated on again then that just shows how unloveable she was. What was wrong with her that made her so unwanted? She gave everything to him and now she was sitting alone in the living room. She got up from the couch and walked into the bathroom ignoring her reflection. She quickly stripped out of her clothes and went in the shower and let the water hit her face.

The warm water hit her body and it was giving her the warmth that she needed at that moment. She sat on the shower floor and brought her knees up to her chest. She put her face in her knees and started sobbing into them. Her cries echoed through the room as she tried her best to hug herself to make her feel better but it wasn’t working. She sat in the shower for hours and she finally shut off the water but she didn’t get out. She needed a moment to process everything but it wouldn’t make a difference for her life right now.

Another lonely morning but this time Y/N had a game plan in mind. She asked for the day off and she was happy that she got it for once. She laid on her bed and searched up the apartment and she saw that it was in a private part of Seoul. It was expensive looking, more expensive than the apartment that they were living in now. Taehyung texted her that morning that he wouldn’t be home again because of his busy schedule and she took this as the go ahead to go to the apartments. She grabbed the keys from his nightstand and headed in his car that he left because he got a ride from the company. She entered the car and stared at the backseats with a frown, what happened if he fucked someone in the backseat? Would he do that?

She shook her head and started the car to head down to the apartments. The drive there was two hours away, making her realize it would take him at least three hours to come to their place if he was going back and forth. She parked his car on the street and stared at the apartment and was amazed with how it looked. It was more beautiful in person and that made her angier. She looked at the front desk and took a deep breath before going up to them.

“Umm...excuse me?”

The lady looked up and gave her a small smile, “How can I help you?”

“My friend gave me his key to check his apartment but he didn’t tell me where it was. Can you help me?”

“Of course, just give me the key and I’ll look it up for you.”

She nodded her head and took the keys out of her pocket. She glanced down at the keys and gave it to the lady with a wide smile. She watched the last go in the back and smile dropped. This was the moment that she would find out the truth, if he truly was living a double life. She felt so stupid in the moment. She felt like a stage light was shining on her while everyone was laughing at her. She let the butterflies of being in love take over and she didn’t even notice the ice coming down, ready to stab her at any given moment. It felt like hours waiting for her to come back and she remembered the day that she walked in on Taehyung that day. She was feeling the same pain in her chest today…

It was Taehyung’s birthday and Y/N baked him a cake. She was running late because of a meeting but Taehyung told her it was okay. She baked the cake at Mark’s place and was excited for him to see it. She also got him some pins for his bag that was Van Gogh inspired.

She took the cake and the small bag that held the pins from her passenger seat with excitement and was off. She walked in the lobby and saw that the elevator wasn’t working, making her frown. She headed to the stairs and quickly headed up the sixth floor but it was hard when she barely had energy. When she got the door she placed the cake on the floor and tried her best to unlock the door silently, to surprise him.

She opened the door and the smile that she had on her face dropped when she saw black high heels staring back at her. She dropped the cake to the floor and continued to stare at the heels. She looked out into the living room and saw no one but she heard soft music playing somewhere. She closed the door and tried her best to hold in her tears because whatever she was going to see was going to tear her apart.

She slowly moved into the place she called home with hesitation. The place that made her feel safe was now choking her as she just cried letting it happen. The music was getting louder and she knew it was in their bedroom. She clenched her chest as she started breathing heavily because her body just wanted to breakdown.

She stood outside her door and she heard creaking and moaning. She stood outside the door, frozen. What the hell was she going to do? What was she going to say? None of those questions were answered because she slammed opened the door and the sight made her feel sick.

There he was, the love of her life fucking her close friend from college. They both stopped moving and looked at Y/N with pure shock. Her friend gasped and covered her mouth, “O-oh, Y/N, I-I…”

Y/N continued to stare but her eyes landed on Taehyung who was looking right at her. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. They were fucking in their bed. He didn’t even have the courtesy to fuck in the guest room. She shook her head and tossed the small bag of pins at his face and turned around. Everything around was silent and she didn’t even hear their pleas, not that she wanted to hear. She grabbed her shoes and didn’t bother to put them on and left.

Y/N looked to see the women returning the smile at her, “It’s on the top floor, the first door on your right.”

That confirmed everything for her. She took the keys from her hand and gave her another smile, “Thank you so much, have a nice day.”

“Likewise.”

She walked to the elevator and pushed the floor she needed and watched the doors close. As soon as they closed, she covered her mouth letting out a loud sob from her mouth. She didn’t know how to feel and she didn’t know what she was going to do when she entered the apartment. What would happen if his mistress was living there?

She shook her head and slapped her cheeks lightly. No matter what happens, she’s doing this for herself. When she heard the soft ding, it solidified her future. She walked out and everything felt slow to her. The dark wood stared at her, calling out to her as if they knew something she didn’t. She stood in front of the door and quickly unlocked it. She opened the door and she was met with a normal apartment but the smell of artificial flowers hit her nose. She hated the smell of artificial flowers.

In the past week, she’s only seen Taehyung twice because of how “busy” he was. She only texted him in the morning and at night so he didn’t pick up anything that was wrong. She told Mark that she confirmed the apartment was his because she saw a painting that she gifted him hanging on the wall and she saw his shoes at the front. When she told him, she wasn’t upset nor did she cry, she was just blank. It didn’t confirm that he was cheating on her but it did confirm that he was doing something. Why would he need another apartment when he had one with his girlfriend? It just didn’t feel right, it was clear he was hiding something.

Y/N sat in the cafe staring down at the table with her coffee next to her. Mark just left after they had talked about Taehyung’s secret apartment and she should bring it up to him. She finished her coffee and continued to stare with a blank expression. She scoffed when she thought about Taehyung and how he would tell her that she was the one. Lies. That’s all they were to her. She gave him everything but she was never enough for him and she doesn’t think she will ever be enough. She got up from her table and walked towards the trash and stood there for awhile, thinking to herself. She needs to talk to someone that was close to Taehyung, someone who wasn’t her. She then realized there is someone who knows him more than she did, Jimin. Without thinking she rushed out of the cafe.

She knew where the building was and continued to run down the street, dodging everyone. She just kept running, ignoring the strange looks from strangers because in this moment nothing matter but her talking to Jimin. She entered the building with the code Taehyung told her about years ago and entered. The building wasn’t welcoming at all to her and she didn't know if it was the black walls or because she knew Taehyung works here. She shook her head and walked up to the front desk as the lady looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “Can I help you?”

“I’m Y/N L/N-”

“Oh, okay. Are you looking for Taehyung?”

She raised her eyebrow at this and slowly nodded her head, “Yes I am...”

“He’s not here right now but the rest of the members are in the dance room on the second floor. The room number is 230.”

She nodded her head and said her small thanks but was still confused about the interaction. She has never met anyone from Bighit nor his group members but for some reason the front desk knew her name. She entered the elevator with an uneasy feeling in her chest, it was making her sick. She covered her mouth as her chest felt heavy. Why do they know her? It has to be for good a reason and maybe they know her as his partner and he wasn’t ready to have her meet them. Maybe he wanted to prove himself to her and then do it. She hated it when she tried to be optimistic.

She walked down the hall and it felt like it kept getting longer in her head but she kept pushing herself. She stood in front of the door and her body stopped. What will she find out? Taehyung is going to be mad at her for going to his workplace but she doesn't care. She knocked on the door and heard a soft, come in.

She opened the door and bowed her head to see the members on the floor with sweat dripping on their foreheads. They looked at her with confusion which makes sense because they have never seen her or at least that’s what she thinks. She gave them a smile and nervously played with her fingers, “Hello…my name is Y/N L/N.”

Jimin’s confused face quickly changed into a smile and got up to greet her, “Oh, your Taehyung’s cousin. He talked about you all the time, it’s crazy to only now see you.”

Cousin. The word stabbed her heart and then when that wasn’t enough it sliced her in half. The sweat on her forehead increased but she gave him a soft smile, “That's good to hear that he talks about me…I was wondering where he was. I haven’t heard from him and we were supposed to hang out…it’s been awhile since I saw him.” That part wasn’t a lie and she felt horrible that she lied to him but she had to. She needed to know more about everything.

“Oh, Tae, he’s at his friends place and then tomorrow he’s going to the club.”

She choked on her spit and looked at Jin with a shocked look, “Club?”

“Yeah, he does it every Saturday.”

She nods her head and wipes her hands on her jeans before giving them another fake smile, “How long has he been doing that? Usually we go to the club together…”

“For about a year now.”

Another blow to the heart and she nodded her head, “What’s the club called?”

“It’s called Wasabi. You know the popular one near Grace apartments. Convenient for him because that’s where he lives, lucky dude.”

She nodded her head at this and Yoongi tilted his head at her, “Are you okay?”

“I’m...I’m okay. Thank you for asking. Does he have a girlfriend?”

Jungkook smirked at this and nodded his head, “There’s this girl that he's been talking to us about lately. I think he's going to ask her out soon.”

That motherfucker. “Alright, thanks. I’ll pay him a visit later. I’ll see you guys later, maybe. I don’t know…have a good one, bye.”

She bowed her head at them again and left as fast as she could. She knew it but at the same time she didn’t. She wanted to believe that he was better, She wanted to believe that he was the same boy that her father loved, and most importantly she wanted to believe that he loved and respected her. All the hopes she had slapped her in the face and now she’s the fool for everyone to laugh at. How could he do this to her? Embarrassed her in-front of his band mates, even though they don’t know, she knew the truth. She sat in her car and all the sadness she felt was now pure fiery anger. He really thought he was going to play her as the fool. Not this time, she will have the last word.

Before she went in her car she ripped off her necklace that Taehyung gifted her and slammed it on the ground. She stared at the necklace and started stomping on it as hard as she could. After a few minutes she stopped and looked at the broken gift with a blank expression. She thought it would make her feel better but she felt nothing. She got in the car and hit her head on the steering wheel as she let out a loud scream in her car. As she let out a scream and a tear went down her face, she was going to get him back, somehow.

“Taehyung, stop.”

He sat there next to her with all the texts he sent to the other girl for her to see. He wanted her to trust him again, so he thought by showing all the messages it can start the healing process. She thought otherwise. It felt like he was mocking her or even showing her what she couldn’t do. She felt belittled at that moment. She glared at the phone and turned to the side of the bed with her back towards him.

“Y/N, I want yo-”

“Why? So I can see the shit you say to women that’s not me? What the hell is wrong with you that you think that’s logical?”

Taehyung sighed and locked his phone as he stared at the cream colored blanket, “I just want your trust back.”

“Taehyung, it’s only been two months. It’s not going to come back because you want it. I need time, you're lucky I’m with you still.”

“I know that but I just thought if you looked at my messages-”

She sat up in her bed and stared at him with a glare, “Then that doesn’t make me any better than you. Actually, that would make me worse.”

Taehyung shook his head at this and looked at her, “What can I do to make you trust me again?”

“Give me fucking time. Stop pressuring me to trust you again. It’s getting annoying now.”

“Y/N, I love-”

“Don’t. I can’t hear that right now. I’m going to bed, please just...leave me alone.”

She drove home that night expecting it to be empty but was met with Taehyung having a meal on the table. He turned towards her with a wine glass in hand and that boxy smile that used to make her heart flutter but now it just angers her. She couldn’t let him know that she knew anything, so a smile can tell so many lies.

She walked closer and he wrapped his arms around her waist as she did the same. He looked down at her and gave her a kiss on the top of her head, “I got your favorite.”

“Oh? What’s the occasion?”

Taehyung set the glass on the table and rubbed his hands together, “I have a business meeting and I can’t make it to our date.”

Liar. “Oh…that’s a pity. I’ll probably ask Irene or Seulgi to come over then.”

“I’m sorry baby.”

“It’s alright. I’ll do something fun with them or even by myself.”

He smiled at this and pushed her chair out for her, “I love you.”

I hate you. “I love you too…”

The rest of the night was Taehyung being cuddly with her as she sat there with a blank expression. He didn’t pick up that she wasn’t in the mood and that just showed how he truly didn’t care about her. She laid in the bed with her eyes wide open and she knew Taehyung thought she was sleeping. She kept seeing light flashing from his phone from the ceiling and shook her head to herself. How could he just text someone else in their bed? No respect whatsoever.

The next night, Y/N looked at herself in the mirror with a smile. It’s amazing what sequins can do. It hides the sadness and lets the person truly shine, even if they aren’t confident. She made a plan to go to the club and see Taehyung in the act. She knows that he's doing wrong but she needs to see it with her own eyes. It’s stupid to think but for her own sanity she needs to see it. She put her hair up in a ponytail and smiled at the appearance, she felt strong in this dress. If that made sense.

She heard the music outside of the bathroom door and washed her hands one more time before going out. She dried them off and set off. There were so many people, dancing so close to each other. How could this appeal to anyone? Girls drinking and grinding on guys, she knew why Taehyung liked this place so much. She walked towards the bar and asked for a whiskey to gain more confidence. She finished her drink and walked deeper in the crowd of people. Everyone was dancing and the loudness was hurting her chest but she couldn’t tell if it was the beats or her heart.

She started to sway back and forth to the music to make it look like she belonged there. She looked around and her eyes saw a group of girls in the corner. She walked closer to the group and she heard girls squealing and tapping each other on their shoulders.

“I can’t believe he’s here.”

“I know, there were rumors that he came to this club but I didn’t think much of it.”

She knew she was in the right place. She moved through the girls as fast as she could, ignoring the glares. She was towards the front but she was still hidden away. There he was, in all his glory. He was sitting on the dark red velvet couch with his arm over the shoulders of a girl. She wished it was a random girl but no it was the same girl she saw in her bed all those years ago. She scoffed at this and took her phone out, quickly taking multiple pictures of the new couple and left the circle with a blank expression.

Y/N and Taehyung sat together in a restaurant and things were slowly going back to normal. Y/N sat at the table in her dark red silk dress while Taehyung was in a black suit. They were celebrating her promotion and she was so excited that Taehyung did this for her. It’s been almost a year since Taehyung cheated on her and slowly she was trusting him again. Taehyung put his glass up making her smile at him, “Congratulations love. You deserve it.”

She picked up her glass and nodded her head, “Thank you-”

Before she could say anything she watched him look over shoulder making her turn her head. There she saw the girl sitting with her tits out sitting with an older man making her scoffed. She stood up from her table and Taehyung looked at her with shocked eyes, “Y/N?”

“Why is it so hard to ask for attention? Did you know she was going to be here? Tell me, now.”

Taehyung looked down at the table and pure silence was all she got. She shook her head and grabbed her purse. She walked out of the restaurant with tears running down her face. For once could it be about her.

She went straight to the bar and asked for another whiskey with a frown. She rubbed her forehead with disgust, how could she be so stupid. She downed the drink as fast as she could and stared at the empty glass with a blank expression. It wasn’t until she felt someone next to her and she looked to see a handsome man giving her a smile. She returned the smile and looked back at her glass.

“You look sad...Is everything okay?”

She sighed and looked at the man with a lopsided smile, “I guess everything is okay. Finding out the truth hurts but it's better to know...”

The man nodded his head at this and looked down at his fingers, “The truth may hurt but a lie can cause pain that's unimaginable.”

She nodded her head and looked at him with a real smile now, “Yeah but I think people lie because they think they're protecting the person they're lying to. It's selfish of them.”

“Agreed. People can be so selfish, it's disgusting to see how selfish someone can be.”

“I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Kevin, wanna get out of here?”

She looked down at her glass and then back at him with a smirk, “Yeah, fuck it.”

Kevin gently grabbed her hand and the two made their way to his car and he opened the door for her. Before he closed it, he took out a pack of tissue from his jacket pocket. She looked at him with a confused look, “What’s this for?”

“You had some tears on your face...Whatever happened in there I want you to know, you don’t deserve it.”

She let out a small laugh and shook her head, “You don’t know me...”

“No one deserves to cry especially in the club.”

The drive was comfortable which was shocking to her. Kevin Jeon was visiting Seoul for his friend's wedding next week and he was the best man. She learned that he was from Wales and he went to college in Seoul. She was so fascinated by him that it scared her how fascinated she was towards him. She felt the car stopped and she looked outside the window and was surprised to see they went to a restaurant. She was expecting to go to his house but she could use some food.

“I hope this is okay...I heard about this restaurant through a friend and I thought it would be good to try.”

She nodded her head and smiled, “Honestly food sounds amazing right now.”

“I think it's amazing being with you at this moment.”

She let out a small laugh and shook her head, “That was so cheesy.”

“Yeah it wasn’t my best but it made you laugh so, I won.”

“I guess you won.”

He got out of his car and she was about to open her door but was stopped when he opened it for her. He gave her a charming smile and she looped her arm through his and they walked into the restaurant. She looked up at him and felt her chest flutter, something she missed having. He was handsome, smart, charming and best of all, he wasn’t Taehyung.

The two sat at a table and she took her phone out to see Taehyung messaged her that he loved her. She stopped herself from rolling her eyes and sent the picture of him with his new girlfriend, I love you too :). She silenced him and put down her phone to give Kevin a smile, if he was having fun then she should be having fun too.

“So, Kevin…what do you do for a living?”

“I’m a reporter. I mostly interview celebrities and you know get the latest rumor.”

She nodded her head and took a sip of her water, “How about I tell you a story?”

Kevin raised his eyebrow and slowly nodded his head in curiosity, “Sure.”

She smiled at this and took her phone out to show him the picture, “That’s Kim Taehyung…my ex boyfriend. He cheated on me.”

“Oh wow…I’m sorry…that explains a lot. How you were acting at the club.”

“Yeah…I want to ruin him… can you help me?”

Kevin dropped her off at her apartment that night and she packed some of her things to go to Irene’s apartment for awhile. Taehyung wasn’t going to see her and try to say his sorrys, he doesn’t deserve it. She sat in her office and glanced at the picture with a frown. She felt like he didn’t get enough pain from this. The only thing he got was another apartment because she was moving out and that didn’t feel right.

She watched Kimberly type away at her desk and she glanced back at the picture, “Hey, Kim.”

“Yes boss?”

“I’m going to go somewhere. Tell everyone I won’t be back until the late afternoon.”

She nodded her head at this and continued to type, “Is it a meeting?”

“You can say that.”

She grabbed her purse and most importantly her phone. She continued to make her way out of the building with a big smirk on her face. She was tired of being the only one hurt in this relationship, it was time for Taehyung to be hurt. She entered the building with a new found confidence that she never thought she would have.

She took her phone out and texted Kevin, I’m here

She waited in the waiting room and looked up to see Kevin in a nice black suit giving her a gentle smile, “Hey”

She gave him a small smile and waved her hand at him, “I’m ready to tell my story.”

He smiled at her and nodded his head, “That son of a birch deserves it. After everything you told me yesterday, I’m sorry I kept asking questions. It was inappropriate. My company will compensate you depending on what you have so you won't have to rely on him anymore. ”

She shook head at this and returned the smile, “No, I appreciate you caring Shall we?”

Y/N stared at him with wide eyes with her mouth open, “What did you just say to me?”

Taehyung looked down at his feet and let out a soft fuck, “Y/N, I didn’t mean it.”

“Fuck you, Taehyung. I can’t believe you fucking said that.”

Y/N went to walk away but Taehyung grabbed her wrist stopping her from leaving the bedroom, “Y/N, I was just mad...”

“Why the fuck are you mad? I should be mad. First, you cheated on me and now you're insulting me because of my fertility issues.”

“Y/N, FUCK I DIDN’T MEAN IT.”

“IT DOESN’T MATTER YOU FUCKING SAID IT!”

She ripped her wrist out of his hand and walked away from him leaving him there with a desperte look. He ran towards her and stopped her from leaving the apartment, “Let me go.”

“No, Y/N I didn’t mean it.”

“You called me useless...All because I fucking told you I didn’t want to go on a date with you.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

She shook her head, “The trust that we were slowly building is now gone...Let me go, I need to go. I need to be away from you.”

“Y/N, please.”

Before she opened the door, she turned towards him with a sad smile, “That’s why you cheated...because I can’t give you what you want. Just let me go if you don’t love me anymore, don’t string me along.”

“Y/N, it's not like that...”

“STOP SAYING THAT! I’m going away for awhile, don’t call me.”

Y/N sat in Kevin’s office and gave him a small smile, “I want to be known as his cousin but I don’t want my name to be known.”

“Of course, I can make that happen.”

“Thank you Kevin, I needed this…”

“I don’t want you to feel pressure...are you sure you want this to happen? It’s going to change everything for you.”

She looked down at her feet and took a deep breath thinking to herself. She looked up at him and gave him a small nod, “Yes...The fact he thought he could do this in public and thought he could get away with this...it's humiliating. I was just his secret, I was never the truth for him. I was basically his lie in his life.”

Kevin gave her a sad smile and nodded his head, “Where do you want to start?”

“The beginning.”

The week after her meeting with Kevin, she felt more confident with her plan. She looked at her phone with a smirk while she sat in her office. Kim Taehyung was seen at Wasabi with a mystery woman but his cousin says he already had a partner and is cheating on her. Multiple pictures of him at the club have been circulating since this morning and the club confirmed that he was at the club. The once heartthrob and sweetheart of Bts has now been turned into the villain of someone’s else’s story. We will keep you updated.

She put her phone on her table as she watched Mark running up to her with a shocked face, “I can’t believe you told them.”

“I wanted him to feel pain. It wasn’t fair that I had all the pain while he was going out and doing whatever he wanted.”

“This could ruin his career. You know that?”

“Yeah, it feels good.”

Mark nodded his head and gave a smirk, “That bastard deserves it.”

“I know he does but why do I feel bad...”

Mark shook his head and grabbed her hand, “You did this for you.”

“I know but...I feel guilty.”

“Nonsense, I have a shooting. I’ll see you later.”

She waved at him and felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. She took her phone out and saw that Taehyung was calling her. Her eyes widened at this and took a deep breath and answered, “Hello?”

“Hello? That’s all you can fucking say to me Y/N!”

“Yes, you called me and I answered it.”

“Why the fuck where you in the club?”

She scoffed at this and shook her head, “That’s what you say to me. Not, I was cheating on you with the same girl I cheated on you two years ago. Oh no, it’s my fault.”

“I wasn’t cheating on you…”

“Shut the fuck up, Jungkook told me you talked about her to the guys. Oh, I’m your fucking cousin.”

“Fuck. Y/N listen, I…I love you okay.”

“Fuck you.”

She hung up the phone and tossed it on the table. She rubbed her forehead and shook her head at her feelings. Did she make a mistake by doing this?

She bought a new apartment, it was everything she needed for the time being and she didn’t care about location at the moment. The only thing on her mind was getting away from Taehyung. It’s been two weeks and the media hasn’t calmed down like how bighit expected. The girl came out and confirmed everything, she was the other woman but she loved Taehyung. She admitted this in a live interview and the company had to work fast. Taehyung issued an apology and admitted to everything. He admitted he cheated on his partner and how disgusting he felt but she knew that part was a lie.

It was announced yesterday that Taehyung was going to take a break. They never said for how long but a lot of fans were saying they hoped it wasn’t forever. She walked inside her old home and there he was, sitting on the couch with bottles of wine around him. Shocking her because she knew he didn’t really drink that much.

“Y/N…How could you do this to me?”

She scoffed at this and went inside the bedroom ignoring him, following her, “You deserve it.”

“You ruined my career.”

“Well, you ruined my life. You ruined my self confidence, my trust, my mental health and just me as a person. You deserve some pain, you fucking asshole.”

Taehyung shook his head and looked back at her, “Are you really breaking up with me?”

She scoffed at this and put her last pair of clothes in a box, “Yes, I am. You don’t deserve me. Everyone thought you were this perfect guy when in reality you're not. You're far from perfect and honestly that didn’t matter to me. I let my love for you brainwash me and I fucking stayed with you when you cheated on me because deep down I wanted to know you were good. Everyone makes mistakes and me going back to you was the biggest one in my life.”

Taehyung stood there in shock and shook his head, “You thought our relationship was a mistake?”

“It started off as good but then you fucked it up. This is all your fault, not mine and I will be damned if you try to blame me.”

She picked up the box and walked past him, hitting her shoulder against his. She walked down the stairs and headed outside to hear her name. She turned around to see Taehyung at the front door giving her a desperate look, “Y/N, can we think about this..together?”

She shook her head and placed the box in her trunk, “No because you never thought about us. I always thought about us while you were dancing with other girls in the club. I hope the fire was worth it because you deserve to be burned. I gave you everything and I loved you so much but I saw you as the boy that my dad loved and not me loving you as myself. I thought about our future but you only cared about yourself in the present. I can’t do that anymore, I have to focus on myself and get better. I can’t be with you Taehyung”

“What about me?”

She scoffed and closed her trunk, “Why is it always about you? I don’t care what you need.”

Taehyung scoffed at this and grabbed her wrist stopping her from going in the car, “You can’t just leave me. I need you.”

“You don’t need me for shit. What can you possibly need me for? You just want someone to come home too and you never loved me, you just liked the idea of being in a relationship.”

She pushed him away and got in the car as he stood there watching her with a shocked look. She started her car and glanced at him for the last time and drove off. She didn’t bother looking back at him because what was the point. She still loved him and she knew it’s going to take a long time to get over him because he was a big part in her life. Her father never really knew the real Taehyung and she knew him better than anyone. Even though she loved him it didn’t mean anything to her now. She shouldn’t be questioning if he thinks about us when she knew the answer and that answer hurt her more than anyone could know. This was a new chapter and she needed to get away from the past before it killed her. The butterflies she felt in the beginning from pure love were now icicles getting ready to stab her at any moment. She has to get the ice to melt before she could love again but she knew the next time the question do you think about us would never be asked, ever.

When you're dancing in the club And the nights are getting hard Do you think about us? Do you think about us? When the music gets so loud And the girls are all around Do you think about us? Do you think about us?

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