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gay-wh0re-slut · 3 months

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HEYYA

can you please write a rhea x fem!reader where they are both at a friends for their birthday, and everyone ends up playing seven minutes in heaven and rhea & reader end up having to play together and end up just having a good convo (maybe some makeout time too😏) and later that night sneak away and secretly hook up (smut pleaseee😍)

shut upppppp this is so goodddddd im giggling and kicking my feet right now omgggg

after writing: this turned out to be a bit long but i couldn’t stop writing. i got a lil flustered writing this one so i hope you like it too eeeee

Present

rhea ripley x fem!reader

content: meeting a hot buff goth wrestler at a friends party but of course you get picked to join her for 7 minutes in heaven. will it get spicy? will there be kissing? who knows?!

You’ve know Zelina since high school and you’ve always been kinda close. Not close enough to where the two of you would hang out everyday but enough to where you could get lunch and it not be awkward. One day at a lunch, she invited you to her birthday party and told you that there was someone that she wanted you to meet.

“I’m not sure if she’s your type but I think you two would get along at least,” she said.

“I don’t even know my type anymore, seems like everyone is either taken or just plain weird,” you fired back.

She left it at that but you both laughed at your statement. You had been struggling to find someone to find you interesting enough to at least to keep a conversation going past two days. Who knows, she might be a great matchmaker.

The day came and her theme was cartoons, of course. So you decided to lazily dress up as Daphne from Scooby Doo. You bought her a gift card to a local craft store as her gift because she’s always making something for a cosplay.

“Hi!! Thank you for coming!” Zelina embraced you carefully so that she wouldn’t mess up her Sailor Moon cosplay too much.

“Of course! Happy birthday!” You followed her in to the kitchen to place the gift by the others. “Do you need help with anything?”

“As of right now, I think I’m good, thank you though!” she smiled as she carried a platter of snacks to the living room.

“Zelina!” you heard an australian accent, “Where are napkins?”

“I’ll get them, one sec,” she said but was quickly cut off.

“Please it’s your day and you’ve already done so much, let me get them. Where are they?” You heard shuffling from the other room.

“You’re too sweet. They’re in the cabinet, under the island in the kitchen.”

“Be right back,” the accent was deep but you could tell that she had lived in the states for a while. She sounded familiar but you couldn’t make it out.

As you were pouring a drink for yourself at the Punch Bar that had cutouts and stickers of WWE things, you heard heels clicking on the tile floor. So you turned to see who it was. A dark figure was crouched at the island. She was wearing tall black platform heels, fishnets, and from behind all you could see was a dark purple cape draped over broad shoulders.

She quickly grabbed the napkins and stood up facing you, “oh, sorry,” her light blue eyes stared into you as purple eyeshadow complimented them perfectly. The hood on her head was placed to frame her face just right, “just needed napkins.” She gave you a smile as she raised her shoulder and scrunched her nose before clicking away again back into the living room.

You were frozen. She was so enchanting. You couldn’t even process what she was supposed to be. You stood silently barely holding onto the cup in your hand, your mouth ran dry, and your heart was beating faster.

“Y/N! You good in there?!” you heard Zelina yell.

“Y-yeah,” you gathered yourself as quickly as possible and walked towards her voice, “couldn’t decide what I wanted.”

“All good! This is Rhea, the girl I was telling you about,” she gestured to the same dark figure that was in the kitchen moments ago.

“Aw you talk about me?” her accent flew to your ears gracefully.

“Don’t let it get to your head Mami,” Zelina laughed before turning back to you, “but you know everyone else right?”

“Hi, yes I do,” your voice was higher than usual because you were nervous, which you quickly fixed, “nice to meet you,” you finally glanced down at the black body suit and the belt she was wearing, “Oh you’re Raven from Teen Titans!”

“I am!” Rhea flicked the cape behind her dramatically. “I’ve only seen a few episodes but I know Z really likes it.”

“Yeah it’s good!” you couldn’t think of anything to say you were so taken aback by her beauty.

“I’ve heard! Nice to finally meet you,” she giggled before turning back to the party.

The party went on as usual. Talking, drinking, yelling, dancing. Everyone was just tipsy enough to think that playing Seven Minutes in Heaven was a good idea.

“Alright let’s spin this bottle to see who goes,” Zelina slurred her words a bit, it was quite funny to be honest.

So she spins and of course it lands on you, why wouldn’t it.

“Oooooh!!” everyone chimed in.

She spun the bottle again and of course it lands on Rhea, why wouldn’t it.

“Okay you two! I don’t have a closet in here so the bathroom will have to do,” the birthday girl pointed to the door just outside the living room, “Go on! You only have seven minutesssss!”

You let out a big sigh before getting up to walk towards the bathroom. Rhea follows and clicks behind you. Your heart was already beating so fast you felt like it was going to pop out of your chest.

Rhea locked the door behind her, “Well…”

“Well,” you choked.

The two of you leaned on opposite walls. Her muscular arms were crossed as yours were behind you. It was silent for a good minute or so before the australian broke it.

“How do you know Z?”

“Since highschool, but we’ve only recently gotten close. What about you?”

“We work together.”

“Oh you wrestle too?”

“Yeah, on Mondays though, she’s on Fridays,” she chuckled.

“Oh, nice,” you sounded interested but it was so hard to talk to such a pretty person.

“It might be the alcohol talking but I think you’re really pretty,” the wrestler blurted out.

“W-what?” you almost choked, “I-I mean, uh thank you.”

“You’re like…so hot,” she covered her mouth as if she didn’t know she was going to say that either.

“Yeah I think it’s the alcohol,” you laughed. “But for what it’s worth, I think you’re really pretty too.” Where the sudden confidence came from you didn’t know but, it was now or never to shoot your shot.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, you’re like…so hot,” you mocked.

“Thank you,” her face got a little red so she readjusted her stance, “We only have like four minutes left.”

“Yeah,” you wanted to make a move so badly but you didn’t want to push it.

“Do you wanna kiss?” she said in the most confident tone ever.

“Sorry?” your face also turned red at the thought of her close to you.

“Well we gotta do something if we both think the other is hot! But if you don’t want-”

“Yes.”

“Oh, well,” she took a deep breath and took the one step it took to get to you, “you sure?”

Your breathing was labored, your heart was pounding, you were getting hot, “yeah.”

A devilish smile grew on her face which sent you overboard. She gently held your face and kissed you softly. She held it for longer than you thought she would. When she let go, you knew you needed more. So you grabbed the collar of the cape and pulled her in again. This time your lips danced together like they were meant to be. Her hands roamed your body as you held her close. You loved the feeling of her on you, it’s been so long since someone has done anything remotely close.

The way her loud breathing made you feel so weak in the knees, you needed to hear more of it. You pushed her back against her wall with a thud and small moan came from her.

“Didn’t take you to be the dominant type,” she said out of breath.

“I can do both,” you smiled.

“Good to know,” her voice was deep.

That alone made you go crazy. You knew her lipstick was smearing onto you from how her lips looked but you didn’t care. It had been so long since someone simply wanted you that you couldn’t control yourself. Your hands were on her waist holding her back as hers were in your hair pulling you toward her as your lips danced once more. When you remembered that she was wearing a one piece you were pissed, you had it all planned out to sneak your hand where you wanted to most. Instead you opted to just sneak it above the fabric, very thin fabric at that.

A small gasp left her lips as her icy blue eyes rolled back before she fluttered them closed. You started to gently caress her center, her labored breathing-

“TIMES UP!” Zelina yelled as she knocked on the door loudly before trying to open the door.

“Fuck,” Rhea said hitting her head on the wall.

“Glad you locked it,” you joked kissing her once more before peeling yourself off of her.

She stayed on her wall looking defeated while you wiped off her lipstick from you before unlocking the door.

“He- ooooooh, helloooo,” Zelina giggled while playfully biting her finger.

“Not a word,” the wrestler said behind you as she placed her hands on your shoulders before moving past the both of you.

“Whatever you say Mami,” she giggled again before heading back to the living room.

You took a deep breath and let it out slowly thinking that this was the craziest thing that’s happened to you maybe ever.

The party goes on, people get chosen by the Goodness of God, AKA the wine bottle that they were spinning.

Rhea had silently handed her phone to you with the contacts app open, ready for you to add your number in. Your heart pounded with happiness as you shakily typed it in. She already had a heart with flames emoji by your name.

About an hour went by and you received a text from an unknown number. When you looked around the room, you saw Raven staring back at you with a sly smile, licking her teeth. You shivered at her stare so you read the text assuming it was from her.

Meet me at my truck in 10 min.

You watched her get up and silently walk out the door. The others were too drunk to notice her slip out.

So you waited. Somehow patiently, but you got more nervous as time went on, it felt like hours that you were waiting but you had one eye on the clock on the side table the entire time.

Ten minutes finally passed but you waited an extra minute to not seem so desperate. You stood, “I’ll be right back,” you whispered to the birthday girl. She gave you a drunken smile with a nod.

Once you walked out the door, you realized that there were a lot of trucks and you weren’t too sure about which one was hers. You walked around a bit looking for any sign.

“Took ya long enough,” you heard her accent.

Your heart jumped a little, “how was I supposed to know which was yours,” you gestured to the multiple trucks surrounding you.

She was leaned against her ride, arms crossed and one foot over the other. She stared for a few seconds then let out a sigh, “get in.”

“You’re not gonna murder me are you?”

“We’ll see,” She said. You could feel her devilish smile from there.

As you got closer to her, she opened the door to the back seat for you. You gave her a look of appreciation before climbing in. To your surprise, she followed you in and closed the door behind her.

After a slight awkward silence of her adjusting herself, you broke the ice, “What did yo-”

“Sit,” she patted her thighs.

You hesitated, blinking at her, silently asking if she was serious. She raised her eyebrows at you to answer your question. It took a good minute for you to get comfortable but you obeyed. Her threat from earlier seemed a little too real so you didn’t want to risk it.

Her hands immediately clung onto the sides of your torso, slowly running them down to your hips and down your thighs. A shiver ran through you instantly.

“We don’t have long until they notice we’re both gone,” she whispered before removing a hand from your thigh and pulling at the back of your neck. Her soft lips traced your jaw line down your neck as far as she could reach without getting uncomfortable before going back up.

A small moan fell out of you. You were bracing yourself on the headrest with one hand while the other was tangled in her black hair. “I think we will be alright for a while,” you said weakly.

“This shouldn’t take long,” she scoffed.

You backed away from her, looking into her dimly lit eyes, offended, “so you think I’m easy?”

“No, I’m just good at what I do,” she fired back proudly.

With how she was making you feel and you’ve barely done anything, obviously she was right but you couldn’t let her know that, at least not yet. “Riiight,” you rolled your eyes.

A hand quickly found your neck, gripping it tightly, “don’t underestimate me, princess.” Her breath was heavy on your lips as she glared at them.

You didn’t know you liked that until this moment. It caught you off guard but you liked it so bad. “I’m s-sorry,” you choked out. You couldn’t think of anything else to say.

Her hand alleviated the pressure but moved to the side of your neck pulling your head with it. She took the opportunity to bite at your ear, “quick leaner.”

Without you realizing it, her other hand had slipped under your skirt. As she continued to nip and kiss at your neck, the tattooed hand began to caress where you needed her most.

“Mmm,” she breathed, “that’s what I thought,” as she felt you soaking through the booty shorts you wore underneath.

All you could respond with was a moan louder than before. Arching your back at her touch, she began to draw small circles on your center.

“Mmmfuck,” you whined.

She chuckled deeply sending another shiver through you and straight to your core. Going back to kissing your lips, her free hand was now bracing your lower back wanting to sneak to your ass. Both of your hands were cupping her jaw, pulling her in as close as possible. Your hips began to grind on her hand ever so slightly as she matched your rhythm perfectly.

Minutes went by but you couldn’t get enough of her, you needed more. So you grabbed her hand and guided it under the waistband of your shorts hoping she would get the hint.

“A lil desperate, are we?” she smiled into the next kiss.

“Yes,” you kissed her, “fuck,” you kissed again, “please,” you kissed her once more.

“I don’t know, I think I like hearing you beg,” her devilish smile grew back as she ran her tongue over her teeth. The tongue piercing glinted in the street light. Your eyes grew wide at the sight, somehow you didn’t notice it before.

“Are you really gonna make me?”

“If you want me to fuck you,” she said so confidently.

Your mouth fell open. Fuck, here we go. “Fine. Please fuck me,” you said in the blandest tone.

“Oh c’mon, at least act like you want it,” and with that her hand snuck under the shorts and found your wet center, toying with your clit.

You gasped at the new sensation as you threw your head back.

“Now, do you want to try again?” she growled.

“Mhmm,” you bit your lip. The hand started to slowly work its magic, “please,” you whined this time.

“Aw, you can do better,” she added more pressure, “What do you want, princess?”

You rested your forehead on hers, barely holding yourself up from the amount of oxygen you were losing by holding your breath to not let as many moans escape but you couldn’t hold back anymore. You needed her…immediately. “God, please fuck me. I need you so bad, please.”

“I usually go by Mami but God works too,” she chuckled, “but good enough.” So she gently plunged two fingers inside of you.

“FUCK,” you cried out throwing your head back again before letting it drop back forward onto her shoulder.

She slowly pumped in and out of you as best she could. Your hips automatically found their rhythm. Breathless moans were spilling out of you as the familiar knot in your stomach was quickly forming. Her free hand was now on your ass helping you ride her fingers.

You gained some strength to lift your head up to start kissing her again. Moaning into her mouth, your hand tangled themselves in her hair once more. A few more seconds and the knot was almost undone, “Shit, I’m go-”

“Prove it,” she cut you off knowing exactly what you were going to say.

Repeated whines filled the truck as you were sweating and breathless, your arms were weak and your legs were weaker. Finally, the knot was free and you came, hard, “OH GOD,” your eyes rolled back as your back arched, your hands anchoring you to her neck. “FUCK!” as you slammed your head back onto her shoulder. Waves of pleasure shot through your body as you continued to ride it out.

She noticed that your legs began to shake so she slowly pulled out, letting you catch your breath. You heard a noise next to your ear so you lifted your head to find her sucking her fingers clean.

“Holy shit,” you breathed.

“Told you I was good,” she cooed.

“Shut up.”

#rhea ripley #wwe #rhea ripley x reader #zelina vega

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lbxbx · 3 months

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Cockpit 7 | knj

Pair: Namjoon x reader

Summary: Namjoon goes through a rough time while getting a divorce, meeting you at the club two weeks in a row when attraction becomes unreal.

Rating: +18 mature content, Smut, divorce, fatherhood.

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“Four aces.” Namjoon puts his cards down and he thinks he won, he claps his hands and takes a sip from his beer. “What do you got?”

“Don’t celebrate too early Joon.” You put your cards down. “Straight flush.” And you finally beat his cards and win the game.

That day was a lazy day for both of you, after your nap you two woke up hungry and ended up cooking pasta with prepackaged sauce to save time, and after dinner he wanted to see if he could beat you in a poker game, and you won the game three times in a row.

“Fuck.” He murmurs. “Practice round.” He tries to manipulate the game which makes you laugh. “I’m ready to play you again and I’ll win.” You shrug.

He nods and takes another sip from his drink. “You got lucky y/n.” He has the habit of messing with you and you know he’s doing it again now so you hit his chest. “You’re such an idiot.” You get up on your feet and collect the plates that were still on the coffee table before you head to the kitchen, he follows you and takes the plates from your hands before putting them in the sink. “You should go lie down, I’ll do the dishes.”

You giggle and cross your arms. “I’m okay, I promise.”

He’s been treating you like a fragile piece of glass the entire day, When you’re making dinner, he felt like a burden when you got up and insisted to cook, even when you didn’t even finish half of your plate, he knows you cooked just because he’s there. So he insisted on helping in the kitchen even though when he turns everything into a disaster.

He washes the plates before stacking them in the dishwasher, you tilt your head and just think.

Why?

Is she blind? His wife must fucking brainless for treating him like utter shit and turning his life upside down.

This man walked out of a book, he’s sweet, sensitive, caring, smart, cute, attractive, and really good in bed. Why would she do that?

You were never the type to praise a man or care for one emotionally because you’re a little sure that most of them are heartless really.

But Kim Namjoon needs to be treated with love, he deserves to be loved and to be taken care of.

There’s just one thing left to do, you’ve studied this man enough and now you need someone else to do that instead, you’re probably blinded by his good looks or something, so you need someone to see him differently.

“Do you have anything planned Friday?” You use your palms for support and jump to sit on the counter, he hums and looks up for a second trying to remember his schedule. “I’m supposed to fly to Gwangju tomorrow night, and I’m flying back Friday evening,” He nods when he remembers before he asks. “Do you wanna do something?”

You didn’t think it much, but this is the perfect opportunity to finally get him to meet your friends. “I’m planning to host a game night with my friends, and I want you to come over and join.”

He grabs the kitchen towel to dry his hands before he scratches the back of his neck, a little hesitated to answer.

“Don’t worry, they already know about you and they’re really nice people.”

You really wish you didn’t say that, because it obviously made him uncomfortable. You can tell from the way he fidgets in his spot and looks away. “I hope I didn’t make things awkward for you.” He says.

You shake your head immediately. “No, Hoseok found out when he saw you here a couple weeks ago, And Jimin actually found out on his own, you’ll get to see the others on Friday, but I promise, other than their inappropriate jokes and really loud arguments, they’re good people.”

He turns to face you again before a smirk sits on his face, taking a few steps closer to you. “So you want to introduce me to your friends?” And you playfully hit his chest, “They’re finally going to see the guy who fucked their friend huh?” He continues. Your face flushes red for a moment and you feel heat creeping all over your body.

He nods slowly. “Sure, I’d love to join then.”

“You’re kidding.” Of course it’s Kim Taehyung, who’s face suddenly drops and changes to the point you would barely recognize his features, he’s the last one to find out that Namjoon is joining you tonight and he clearly isn’t that glad about it. “Y/n, he lied to you, you can’t just-“

“I know.” You interrupt him, “I got to know the man very well in the past month, I just need you guys to help me, you’re a guy and you know how guys think, I really care about everyone’s opinion, but I care about yours the most.” You shut the cabinet after grabbing out large bowls for the chips.

You had everything completely planned, you refilled your fridge and mini bar with alcohol and other drinks, you stacked your pantry with different types of chips and candy, and you even made the dips and popped some popcorn.

“You already know my opinion.” He crosses his arms. “And I don’t think I’m going to change it.”

You roll your eyes and sigh. “Just give him a chance, oh and please oh please don’t scare him off and don’t do that thing with your face.” You pause. “Oh and please don’t mention anything about his personal life, I already warned the guys and now I’m telling you, he doesn’t have to know that you know.”

“I’m not going to mention anything, but I can’t promise you anything about not scaring him off.” He grabs the bowls and heads out to the living room, he’s really irritated that when he saw Jungkook in front of him, he snapped at him loudly. “Jungkook will you please move your fat ass and drag the poker table to the living room?” He scolds the younger which makes you laugh, you know the topic of Namjoon irritated him just because he’s really protective of you, they all are, but Taehyung never had close girl friends and you’re the first one ever, that’s why he protects you at all costs.

“I kinda wish Namjoon joined us all the time if you’re going to wear dresses like these.” Jungkook finally gets up to get the poker table, you cringe and kick him in the shin. “What a creep.”

You do admit you look good in that dress, you had just bought it, a dark grey shapewear slip dress that complemented and highlighted every single curve on your body, it had a square collar to bring out your tits, and it was a little above the knee. You matched it with the pair of slippers you wear around your house, cute but really attractive.

Jimin grabs the bowl of chips into his lap and starts eating. “Where is he anyway? Is he always late?”

You rub your forehead, all of them are acting weird today as if they got jealous, not jealous in a romantic way, but jealous in a possessive-over-their-friend jealous. “He landed an hour ago, so he should be here any minute.” You head back to the kitchen and take out ash trays, some of your friends were social smokers and they always light up a few smokes during game nights.

The door bell rings and you hear the rushing footsteps from the living room, and like the kids they are, they rush to check the cameras before they all take their seats and act nonchalant, but all eyes are on the door.

Poor Namjoon he’s about to be scared off.

“Can someone please get the door?” You yell from the kitchen.

Namjoon was a little taken back when the door was opened by Yoongi, he was expecting you to be the one to open, his eyes even wonder inside the house looking for you. “Hi.” Yoongi shoots a smile before stretching his hand out to shake Namjoon’s. “I’m Yoongi, come on in.”

And the moment Namjoon steps in, he lets out a nervous smile and looks around the room aching to find you, he’s getting nervous by the second especially when all of them are looking at him.

“Joon?” You finally get out of the kitchen with the ashtrays in one hand, and just like magic, Namjoon suddenly feels like he’s home, his breath is regular again and his heart beat is.. Well he’s still anxious about meeting your friends.

“There you are.” You purposely give him a hug and a kiss on his cheek in front of your friends. “How was your flight?” He wraps one arm around you and kisses you back on the cheek .”It was great, you look outstanding.”

He did notice the dress and he so desperately wants to check you out but everyone is looking. You giggle and put your hand behind his back. “Guys, this is Namjoon.”

And you introduce him to each one of them, you were too occupied looking at Namjoon’s body language and behavior to notice any discomfort, but he’s doing surprisingly okay, not because your friends are nice to him, but because you’re here with him.

What you didn’t know is that Taehyung is studying this man head to toe, he knows how men look when they’re attracted to someone, and he knows how they even act, and he’s a little amused when he sees the way Namjoon looks at you, he knows that you two know each other for a month, but Namjoon’s looks give him away, he does have something for you, and it’s very obvious.

“Come on everyone, take your seats.” Seokjin stands up, Namjoon pulls a chair for you next to him and speaks. “y/n is on my team.” Which lights up the first argument around the table, calling you on his team is like calling out for shotgun and everyone wanted you to be on their team.

Namjoon sits between the hyenas and you’re genuinely scared when he’s around your friends, you still don’t know how far along Namjoon will be able to endure, your friends are really heavy blooded and ruthless when it comes to joking and making fun of each other.

“It’s me, Namjoon, Yoongi and Mia against the rest of you.” Hoseok said while examining his cards.

You had already played a couple rounds and called it over, but they decided to continue playing since the bet just got higher and they all have alcohol in their systems.

“Yoongi and Mia should play in different teams.” Taehyung teases. “Make them fight.”

Yoongi flips Taehyung off and you look at Namjoon worried he may think this is too much, but he laughs and looks at his cards, his long fingers shuffling through them, a little too focused on them.

“Are they good?” You put your arm on the back of his chair, and he startles for a second, totally not used to being touched in public like that. “Hmm?” He looks at you, your noses almost brushing against each other. “Your cards.” You explain and brush a hair strand away from his face.

“Yeah, they’re not bad.” He says, looking back at his cards. “Come closer.” He proper grabs your chair and pulls you closer to him.

“Come on captain you’re up.” Jimin got way too excited, which makes everyone laughs at him at the nickname he just called Namjoon, and they continue calling him that for the rest of the game.

You get up to get more beer from the kitchen and you hear their voices go louder when the game gets hotter, you return to the living room and you see them pick at Namjoon for being too obvious with his expression, almost exposing his cards. He’s handling it well and biting back at them, they’re still joking of course. You grin and walk closer to him, wrapping an arm around him from behind. “Now stop teasing him will you.” You print a soft kiss on his neck, inhaling his perfume. “They’re just jealous you’re a better player.” You raise an eyebrow at the team playing against him.

Namjoon’s cheeks flush and his heart races a little, he’s been fighting the urge to touch you since the night started, he even finds himself salivating at the look of your bottom lip bitten between your teeth when you’re looking at him, his pants are getting a little uncomfortable for him.

Your actions don’t go unnoticed by your friends and you clearly see Jungkook smirking and Taehyung’s eyes locked onto Namjoon.

You pull your chair and get back into your seat next to him, you feel his thigh pressed against the side of yours and it burns to the touch, you’re trying so hard to control yourself but you’re on the verge of taking him to your bedroom for a little ‘chat’.

You lean in closer to put your chin on his shoulder and take a look at his cards, he’s already got the winning cards but he’s stalling you’re friends and messing with them. You look at him and your eyes meet, he grins and stares at your lips for a split second before looking back into your eyes.

Taehyung’s eyes are piercing at the two of you now which doesn’t go unnoticed by his girlfriend Jade, who ends up elbowing him subtly gaining his attention, but he just couldn’t help but to look back at Namjoon.

Taehyung himself has the highest body count out of everyone, and he’s been with way too many girls and he managed to get away with an excuse not to call them again, he even didn’t call Jade back after their first night together. He knows that men actually do end up calling back women they actually do find attractive, or women who they can benefit of.

Then he thinks, what would Namjoon want to benefit out of you? He’s financially stable, quite good looking he could just point out to any woman and she’ll go on her knees for him, a man with an admirable job, apparently someone who doesn’t mind long term relationship since he’s already married.

Oh yes, the man is married.

And Taehyung finds it funny that they’re all sitting there basically showing him that it’s okay to cheat on his wife with their best friend, gosh this is fucked up on so many levels.

Your friends know that Namjoon is your current fling, but if anyone outside of your circle who doesn’t get the context they would think you two are madly in love. No no…

They would think he’s madly in love.

Plus, Taehyung first considered Namjoon to be a total red flag, but after a couple hours from sitting around the table with him, he doesn’t seem half bad, actually, he’s really cool, and very smart.

Oh and for you?

You totally don’t care who’s looking and who’s not, you’re totally feeling up Namjoon’s thighs under the table, your fingers squeezing softly on his inner thigh, he manages to hide his facial expressions really well, but he man spreads his legs to give you more space to stroke more of his covered skin. “Royal flush.” He couldn’t wait to put his cards down on the table just so he can lay his palm over yours, proper grabbing it and putting it on his clothed erection. The idea itself is arousing the two of you when you’re surrounded by other people and teasing each other with touches from under the table.

“I’m calling Namjoon and y/n on my team the next round.” Hoseok calls which makes Seokjin argue. “That’s not fair, you only get to choose one.”

“Not a chance, Namjoon and I are a team.” You take a sip from your bear.

Of course Namjoon is unbothered by the argument, hell he’s not even listening, his eyes are fidgeting between your hand that’s rubbing his boner subtly under the table, and on your lips and chest rising when you’re breathing.

He could take you right now on the poker table and they can watch, he won’t mind.

“Next week, I promise I’ll find a place.” Hoseok suggests when they were already planning the next weekend with Namjoon, they usually discuss it with you but they’re all over the guy, and he’s doing pretty well that he was planning everything and they were listening carefully. You’re watching in awe as they talk to him like they’ve known him for years, and it makes you feel a little anxious.

You recall what he told you the other day, and he was totally right, this isn’t just a hookup, it’s way more than this and that’s what’s making you anxious.

Namjoon digs into his pocket to fish out his phone and he unlocks it. “My parents got this beach house on the outskirts, we could go there. It has a pool and a hot tub and we can light up the bonfire by the beach at night.”

Jungkook is standing really close to Namjoon, he even grabs the phone from the older’s hands and starts swiping through the pictures, an amused look on Jungkook’s face. “How rich are your parents? This house is incredible—Oops, sorry.” Both their faces change and you panic a little wondering what they saw, Jungkook swiped too far and a picture of Jay appears on the screen, of course Jungkook is smart enough to swipe back to the previous photos quickly without making it seem awkward, but it actually is.

You even earn a look from both Taehyung and Seokjin, the air even tenses up a little, you look at Namjoon who contains himself and acts like nothing happened, he thinks that they don’t know, and that they will probably assume that it’s his nephew or brother or anything. But really, they all do know and they’re not acting oblivious enough, thank god he doesn’t notice.

“Okay, clear up your schedules for the next weekend, no excuses y/n.” Jimin speaks sarcastically and you realize you’re holding your breath, you rejected going with them a couple weeks ago, but now since you have your plus one, you actually wanna go. “Shut up.” You squint your eyes at him.

“I should get going.” Seokjin gets up. “I’m on call tomorrow.”

“I need to go too, I’m visiting my parents tomorrow.” Jimin gets up too and walks closer to give you a hug. “I had so much fun tonight, thanks for having us.”

“I had fun too.” You kiss his cheek. “Drive safe.” And he bids goodbye with Seokjin and they get going.

You grab the empty plates and pickup the empty cans of bear when Mia gets up to grab the rest of the empty bowls. “Let me help you.”

Both of you head to the kitchen and you start rinsing the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher, you can sense that Mia has something to say from the way she’s hovering around you and scratching her eyebrow awkwardly, her eyes carefully scanning you. “Are you okay?” You ask.

You and Mia always shared secrets together and she was always there for you, and so were you, she came up to you for an advice every time she had an argument with Yoongi, you both trust each other.

“Do you not see it?” She whispers, her hand sitting on her hip, one of your eyebrows cocks up in confusion, you’re totally clueless on what she’s about to say. “See what?”

“The way he looks at you, he’s head over heels.”

You roll your eyes before you chuckle. “Mia, Namjoon and I met exactly 6 weeks ago, of course he’s not head over heels for me, what are you talking about.”

“Honey, Yoongi asked me to be his girlfriend after our third date.” She spits. “And look at us now.”

You shrug one shoulder and shake your head. “I can’t see what you’re talking about, he’s still married and he has a child, so this is all probably temporary, no strings attached.”

“No strings attached?” She laughs quietly. “Girl, he’s over here handling your annoying friends on a Friday night. Plus, he’s getting a divorce, so this doesn’t count.”

You pause for a second before you look at the woman. “Who told you that?”

“Hobi told us.” She bites on her fingernails, the asshole did read the papers, but why didn’t he tell you?

“It doesn’t mean anything, he’s not getting the divorce because of me.” You step on the pedal of the trashcan to get rid of the empty cans of drinks.

She sighs. “I’m just saying think it through—“

“Of course I’m not going to, especially when I don’t know where he is about this.” You interrupt her, you had a point. Of course you’re not going to like a man who you met only 6 weeks ago, what if he was on a total different page than where you think you are?

“Baby? Come on, we should be going home.” Yoongi leans against the kitchen door frame and he feels like he interrupted something. “Is there anything wrong?”

“Not at all.” You turn towards the sink and wash your hands.

“What do you think about Namjoon?” Mia asks, her arms crossed, she already knows what her husband thinks, she just wants you to know that he thinks the same.

Yoongi pauses for a second before he puts his hands in his pockets. “I personally think he’s okay, but Jungkook out there is all over your boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You grit on your teeth before you peak your head out of the kitchen door, Jungkook is sitting really close next to Namjoon, and both of them are in what seems to be an important topic, before he flexes his arm muscles and feels up Namjoon’s. Men.

You roll your eyes and get back into the kitchen. “Jungkook is all over everyone even himself.”

Yoongi laughs quietly before walking closer to you, pulling you into a soft hug. “It doesn’t matter what we think y/n, it’s what you think that matters. I know you wanted us to study the man, and we do actually like him, but it’s you who matters.” And his wife nods eagerly showing you that this somehow was her point too before she adds. “And he seems to fancy you a lot.”

“Yeah.” Yoongi agrees. “But take it slow, will you? The man is still married and we don’t know what’s happening next.”

You sigh and rub your forehead. He’s making sense, and you’re not sure why you’re a little afraid to admit that you finally like someone, but you do, except no matter how hard you think it’s okay to like someone, it still feels wrong when he’s involved with someone else.

“We had so much fun tonight, take care chief.” He squeezes you closer and kisses your cheek. “Goodnight.”

You walk them towards the door, they bid goodbye to everyone before they leave. Jungkook is still occupied talking with Namjoon and the poor guy is listening and he seems to be actually interested.

Taehyung and his girlfriend finally get up too, he walks closer to you to pull you in for a hug. “We had so much fun tonight.” He prints a soft kiss on your cheek before he whispers. “You wanna go out for coffee tomorrow? Just us two.”

You wrap your arms around him and kiss him back on the cheek. “Sure, I’ll call you.” You’re a little glad he suggested this date, you know he’s going to let it all out.

He nods and pulls back before saying goodbye to everyone, actually handshaking Namjoon specifically with a smile on his face, before he grabs his girlfriend and leaves.

You finally walk closer to Namjoon who’s sitting on the couch with his arms crossed, Jungook in front of him on the coffee table not planning to shut his mouth anytime soon, you squeeze in between them and sit on Namjoon’s leg and hug him closer.

The poor man isn’t used to being touched like this or publicly shown affection at all, he’s startled to the point where he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, you grab his arm and put it explicitly on your ass, totally unbothered by the existence of Hoseok and Jungkook.

They’ve done a lot worse so you secretly think that it’s your turn to finally do things like that.

“Did he give you a headache?” You pout, running your fingers through his hair and scratching the back of his head, he melts completely by your touch and he even closes his eyes, barely shaking his head.

“Oh, I’m the one having a headache, you’ve been blabbering nonstop.” Hoseok complains, gritting on his teeth at Jungkook, he gets up and collects his wallet and keys. “I’m going home, I’ll see you next week Namjoon.”

He manages to kiss you on the cheek softly while you’re still sitting on Namjoon’s legs before leaving and forcing Jungkook to finally leave.

You fall next to Namjoon on the couch, yawning and stretching your arms. “Can you please lock the door?”

He laughs quietly before using his palms for support to hover over you, printing a few kisses on your jaw and neck. “But I need to go home.” To which you immediately pout, “One night won’t hurt.”

He leans his forehead against yours and comes to realization, that the last time his lips touched yours was actually very long ago, and as much as he actually wanted to just fuck you senseless, he’s holding back to avoid making you uncomfortable, he doesn’t even dare to press his lips against yours.

He also can’t say no to you, he shrugs it off and finally nods. “One night won’t hurt.”

Even though both of you have been teasing each other with touches the entire night, you still can’t do anything with him since you’re on the last few days of your period.

He rises up on his feet and moves towards the door to lock it before clicking on a few buttons to dim the lights. And from his walk back towards you, you can easily tell that he’s been suffering with his boner that’s hiding in his jeans.

“I’m sorry.” You giggle playfully, he follows your eyesight and scoffs, his hands immediately rushing to his pockets to relieve some of the tightness. “Don’t worry, I got used to having blue balls my entire life.” He sarcastically speaks.

His joke makes you laugh your heart out, your head even falls back on the couch. He finds it contagious that he laughs with you, walking closer to lean his palm on the back of the couch and leaning down to kiss you on the neck and jaw, your laugh slowly halting down and your bottom lip sits between your teeth. “Come on, let’s go to bed.” He grabs you by your hand and pulls you up.

To say he’s trying so hard is an understatement. The way you currently look is making him near losing it, your hair is frizzy and your eyes are half closed, even your dress is no longer covering your legs. Fuck he needs to touch you.

“Ugh.” You groan when you look at the poker table. “Can you please take it inside?”

He looks back at the poker table and carries it up, his veiny arms about to rip his t-shirt open when they bulge, this big boy is insanely attractive that it’s hard for you to keep your hands to yourself.

“Of course not.” He pouts, you’re both in bed, your head on his bare chest and he’s tugging random strands of your hair, you look at him and squint your eyes. “Well, I do mind.”

He’s been trying to convince you since the moment you two got in bed, that he won’t mind sex during your period, and of course you argued with the only reasonable excuse, it’s going to be a blood bath.

“Are you saying you don’t mind other stuff?” He suggestively asks, his finger tapping your nose softly, you know exactly what he means and you take a second to answer. “I don’t know, the whole idea is odd to me.”

He shrugs one shoulder. “We can try if you want to.” Which makes you scoff and roll your eyes. “You’re just saying that because your dick won’t go soft.” And he nods quickly. “I know, it won’t go soft when you’re this close to me and I can’t touch you.”

This knot sits in the pit of your stomach and you feel your body heat up, it feels really good to be sexually craved by someone, you love hearing it so much. “I can’t say I’m not flattered.” You lie down on your stomach, your elbows supporting your upper half as you grab a strand of your hair messing with it. “We could try I guess.”

He looks at your lips and licks his lower one, he could easily bust a nut at how far his imagination is going. “Okay.” He throws the blanket away from your bodies and drops it on the floor before bucking his hips up to pull his boxers down, his throbbing and already leaking cock slams against his lower stomach, the head already red and sensitive.

You swallow when you’re mouth suddenly excretes a stupid amount of saliva, you could kill to just choke on his dick, you want to make him feel good.

He leans both his arms behind his head and gives you an inviting look, he’s fully surrendered to you, he wants you to help him.

You spit on your palm and wrap your fingers around his cock, instant heat rushes through his body and even his legs spread apart a little. He swallows once, his hand then moves to caress the side of your face softly, he’s been waiting for this moment for a while now.

You stroke his erection slowly, your eyes focused on the only task you have in your hand, you wanted to just jerk him off at the beginning, but now you need to taste him.

You move your mouth closer to his dick and print the softest kiss on the tip, your eyes now locked into his, you lick once from the base of his shaft to the very tip, a string of saliva mixes with his precum and stays attached to your bottom lip, your other hand moves to the tip to smear his precum with your index finger before you put it in your mouth, the saltiness sits on your taste buds, and it tastes fucking good.

His cock twitches in your hand at the sight of you doing so, you even giggle playfully and kiss the head again. “All that for me?” You whisper. His eyes almost roll to the back of his head when you wrap your lips around the head and bob your head down and up, your hair falling on your face. “Good fucking girl, just like that.”

You bob your head lower each time before you pull back and stroke it again, you look him into the eyes and speak with a low voice. “I can suck your cock better than she does”

“Fuck!” He moans at the top of his lungs before he accidentally cums too fast, you even gasp when he shoots his cum in the air and it lands down on his stomach and on your hand, a little drop falling on the corner of your mouth, he holds the bed sheets into his fist and bucks his up with every spill. “Mmm,” His chest heaves dramatically when he’s done, his cock still in your hand and you’re still stroking him slowly. “Look at the mess you made.” You teasingly click your tongue, he looks down at you and smiles lazily. “This is so fucking embarrassing.”

You giggle and climb up towards him, you press the softest kiss on his lips and he immediately kisses you back eagerly, begging to feel more of your lips against his, he’s been wanting to kiss you the entire night, he licks your bottom lip and grabs your head closer, his tongue licks the small drop of his cum near your lips and he spits it into your mouth and you’re more than glad to swallow it.

He pulls back from the kiss and grabs your hand. “Let me clean you up.” He licks every drop of cum off of your fingers and kisses you back on the lips to spit the remaining cum into your mouth and again you swallow.

He wraps his arms around your hips and turns you so you lay flat on the bed, he hovers on top of you and prints small kisses repeatedly on your lips before he moves down to your neck, kissing it and licking softly which makes your body heat up again.

Namjoon never had the chance to study the female body correctly, his previous sexual life was solely just about getting the job done, of course it felt good to him, but with you this whole experience feels new to him and it’s filled with ecstasy. He wanted to explore your body, know what you’re into, not just because it felt insanely erotic to him, but he wanted to please you and make you feel good and satisfied.

He moves down to your chest, your nipples are perked up from underneath your tight white top from the blood pumping all over your body, almost begging to be touched by him, his index finger circles your hard covered nipple softly, his eyes focused on it and his tongue running on his lower lip.

He sticks his tongue out and licks the fabric once, rubs it with his index finger again and now using his thumb to pinch it lightly, your cunt feels numb and you can’t press your thighs together since he’s nestled between your legs.

The moisture he applied to your clothed nipple makes the shirt no longer white, it’s started to get see through and he can see it better now. “You can take my top off if you want to.” You suggest, a little out of breath, he looks up into your face to see the really obvious red flush on your face, now he’s a little more eager to make you cum.

He doesn’t hesitate as his warm fingers climb on your torso from under the shirt and he throws it off of you, your breasts fully exposed to him now, one of his hands lean on the pillow behind you to support his upper half, and the other gropes your breast in a tight grip, fuck, It hurts, but still feels so good.

He leans down and licks the valley between your tits and licks your nipple before sucking on it for his dear life, pulling his head back a little with your breast still in his mouth, the tugging makes your back arch against him, your hand moves to grab his wrist that’s leaning against the pillow. “Shit.” You clench your jaw when you feel your nipple sitting between his teeth, your eyes meet and he grins, almost threatening to actually bite it.

You grab onto his face, your thumb on his right cheek and the rest of your fingers on his left one. “No biting.”

Seeing you under him like that is more than enough to make him erect all over again like he didn’t just shoot a load a couple minutes ago, you find out when you accidentally graze your thigh between his legs and you feel his cock brushing against your skin. You really are flattered.

And he obeys, moving to your other breast to give it some love, before he turns you to lay on your side, and he lays behind you skin to skin, his arm sits under your head and he leans his forehead on the side of your face to kiss your ear. “Did I tell you how much I liked the dress you were wearing tonight?”

Your eyes automatically shut when you feel his hot breath into your ear when he speaks, you let out a breath when your head falls back against his. “You had no idea how much I wanted to bend you over that poker table and fuck your tight cunt.” He whispers, no he explicitly moans into your ear when he speaks. “Let them see how good your man can stretch that tight little pussy of yours.”

You shut your eyes tightly and you can’t take it anymore, you need to cum, you need him to touch you or do anything, you have to cum. “Fuck, Namjoon it hurts.”

“Hmm?” He hums, kissing your ear again, your hand moves to hold onto his that you’re leaning your head onto, you squeeze onto his palm and beg. “Please, please make me cum.”

He could embarrassingly cum fast like he did a couple minutes ago, but this time he’s able to hold back.

“You wanna cum?” He teasingly asks, his free hand grazes on the side of your body before it moves to your ass, he squeezes it into his palm and gives you the hardest spank ever, your butt cheek tingles with heat, on regular bases it would hurt, but now, it’s pushing you closer to your end.

His fingers hook on the elastic band of your panties before he pulls it down to reach your thighs, then wraps his fingers around his erection and settles it against your folds, your wet cunt glazing his cock and making it glisten when he rubs it in between your folds.

The numbness in your cunt hurts and you could feel your arousal on your own thighs, you’re getting way too impatient and eager for him that you grind your hips against his. You know he’s not going to penetrate since you’re basically still on your period, so grinding will do the job.

He grabs onto the back of your thigh and lifts one of your legs up to give him the desired space to start grinding against your folds, the slickness from your cunt making it easier to grind against you.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel the tip of his dick rub against your throbbing clitoris repeatedly, your jaw drops and you even reach for the back of his head behind you and pull onto his hair. “You’re gonna make me cum, please—“

“I know baby, can you hold back for me just a little?” He whispers into your ear, his irregular breath against your ear sending shivers across your body. “Just a little.” And you respond with shaking your head, your lips falling between your teeth, the knot inside your stomach is going to burst any second now. “I can’t.” You tug onto his hair tighter and grind your hips against his, your butt cheek slams against his body and you finally release, the heat washes through your spine and back and you could see starts in your eyes. “Ha.. Namjoon, I’m sorry.. I couldn’t.” Your hand falls and you start panting for a breath.

He kisses your ear softly and runs his hand on your thighs, pressing his fingers lightly into your skin and he can feel the heat of your body on his fingers tips. “You’re off the hook this time.” He teasingly whispers before he pulls back from behind you, his eyes land on his dick and he sees how much you’ve soaked him with your cream and he smirks, totally ignoring the little smear of blood on his dick.

He sits up on his knees on the bed and helps you lay flat on the bed again before pressing his lips against yours for a few wet kisses, his tongue grazing on your lower lip, his hand grabs onto yours and he leads it to his cock that’s seconds away to busting a nut.

Your body already feels loose that it takes you seconds to gather the strength to stroke his cock, taking the speed up every second, pleasure washes through his entire body that he can’t focus on the kiss and return it to you, his forehead falls against yours and his jaw falls down, his breath quickening and his eyelids falling down slowly. “That’s it.” He managed to hiss under his breath, both his palms sit on the pillow behind you and he lets you do all the work, your hands are getting tired that you have to stop for a second to change your rhythm, which makes him hold his cock into his own hands and stroke it fast.

You feel the need to not waste a drop, so you position your head near his cock and stick your tongue out, clearly telling him to cum on your mouth and face, and that’s the last thing he needs to see so he just lets go and shoots out continuous ribbons of his seed on your tongue and face, decorating it just the way he likes, and he swears you looked fucking gorgeous with his cum all over your face. “Fuck-“ He grunts and his hand falls down, his cock twitching and still shooting out cum on your tongue.

One of your hand grazes on his big thighs and the other one just cleans the cum off of your face to put it into your mouth, your eyes meets his and he stares at you out of breath and in awe, watching you clean every drop of his seed and put it into your mouth, you smirk when you see his cock twitching at the sight, before you stick your tongue out to show him the cum you gathered inside your mouth and swallow it, giving your lower lip a single lick. “Hmm.” You sit up on your knees and pull your panties back up, before wrapping your arms around his shoulder and smacking your tongue teasingly at him. “You taste okay.” You shrug, which makes him laugh and wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him, his soft dick grazing on your lower stomach. “You’re fucking incredible.”

“I know.” You tease and kiss his cheek once. “Now you can go to sleep.”

Both of you lay down on the bed, his back faces you and you hug him from behind, kissing his bare shoulder softly before you finally go to sleep.

You walk into the warm café and the scent of the freshly roasted coffee beans and freshly bakes pastries wafts through your nose, you miss going to cafés like that since you’ve been deprived from it ever since you started your job, you used to study in coffee shops back then.

You look around and finally spot Taehyung on one of the tables waving his hand towards you, you walk closer to him, give him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, before you pull the chair across from him and take a seat.

Almost one hour in and you two spend it catching up on daily things, his job, yours, his girlfriend and how he’s planning to ask her to move it, before he finally speaks of the not so forgotten topic and asks you about Namjoon.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you?” You ask him, your eyes locked into his face to study his features, you’re getting anxious slowly and impatient to know what he thinks.

He takes a long sip of his iced Americano before he rests his back against the chair and crosses his arms. “Does it matter what I say?” And that confuses you for a second. “He seems to like you, but we need to address the elephant in the room y/n, he’s still married and you don’t even know where you are on this whole thing.” He shrugs.

You lean your elbows on the table and shrug. “You’re right, but I’m not being delusional Tae, he clearly feels something, don’t you think?”

And he nods. “Perhaps, yeah.” Before he continues. “Look we just need to give it some time, you guys just started talking and you’re just high on each other.”

You huff and take a sip of your drink. “The man is perfect” And it feels like a heavy weight on your shoulder just disappeared when you finally said that to someone. Taehyung grins and shrugs slightly. “The guys like him.”

“And you?”

“I do.” He says. “But it doesn’t matter what any of us thinks, it’s all up to you.”

“You’re not really helping me.” You whine and hit his leg from under the table.

“We can’t discuss anything right now, we need to know where he is at least, we could be reading him wrong after all.” He rubs his leg before cursing at you under his breath.

“Then what are we doing here?” You blink your eyes, “I thought we were going to discuss the entire thing.”

“I just want you to take everything slow, we’re all here for you and we’ve got your back.” He puts his hand over yours and squeezes it softly. “You’re a successful woman, who’s smart enough to take her own decisions and know what’s good for her and what’s not.”

You thought the heavy weight on your shoulders is gone but it’s slowly returning, you’ve always seen people falling in and out of love and you always rolled your eyes at the entire idea, why would people deliberately go through relationships when most of them go down the pooper? That’s why you never did relationships.

And now for a second you judge Namjoon, this man is going through a rough patch in his life all because of his failed marriage, and yet again he’s right here, clearly developing feelings for you and choosing to go sort of the same path again.

“You’re right.” You nod. “I would be lying if I told you I didn’t like the man, I actually do and he ticks everything on my list, I just need to be careful, that’s all.”

“Good.” He squeezes your hand again for reassurance. “How good is the sex?”

Your drink goes through your nose and you actually choke, you cover your mouth and cough repeatedly trying to clear out your airway. “Shut up.” You manage to curse at him.

“What do you mean? Of course this can’t happen.” Her father is in mere denial, the divorce papers fall accidentally in his hands. Copies has been sent in the mail on Monday morning to him and his daughter.

She wanted this to happen long time ago but she didn’t realize that she’s dragging down her entire family with her. She too was silenced and forced by her father to do the whole thing since the beginning, so she saw it coming.

She’s going to have to pay for all the manipulation that was done by her family to Namjoon’s.

Namjoon didn’t even tell anyone about the divorce that was going to happen, he filed for it a little before he met you, and then when he did meet you, he knew that he cannot and will not end up with the woman he has under his roof, this can’t be his ending. So he called a few people and even paid his lawyer to help him end it faster.

Her on the other hand just locked the door behind her when she got back to their house, the mail is in her hand and although the title is already clear, she’s still confused by it..

Ministry of Justice,

Seoul family court, Gangnam.

Divorce Agreement.

With her full name on it, she squints her eyes and finally opens the mail eagerly, almost ripping the envelope, luckily Jay slept on the way home, she carried him into his bed before she opened the mail.

It’s her name, and Namjoon’s name, she did see it coming, but she never knew how she would react. But she’s breaking into cold sweat, worried what her family might think if they knew.

Her purpose of this marriage is long gone when she finished her education that was paid by Namjoon’s parents, her parents live off of his family now, but she never needed their money, she never bought herself clothes, makeup, or even anything she craved because it’s their money.

She didn’t pay actual money for her education, she paid her life when she decided to share it with Namjoon.

She despises him, the way he talks, the way he moves, his hands, his eyes, his face. She hates his sense of humor, his voice tone. She even hates the way he breathes or snores. She too, can’t end up with him.

And no matter how hard she tried to convince her family that she’d do anything to make them live a better life without the Kim’s, it ended up with fights and arguments and actual threats from them.

So she went with it, married the man, but she made a promise to herself, that she’s going to turn his life into hell, she never cared what would happen to him, or if it would hurt him or not, so she just went ahead.

And the divorce papers in her hand are the actual clue that her plan worked. But fuck, she knows that this divorce will wreck their lives. She’s terrified by her family.

The door unlocks and Namjoon walks in and he’s in his uniform since he just flew back from Gwangju, he doesn’t even bother to look at her, he kicks off his shoes and loosens his tie.

Something inside her tells her to just make things right, so she just hides the papers back into the envelope and quickly into her purse. “N-namjoon?”

He turns his back to her and walks into his room, closing the door behind him, he still doesn’t know that she got the papers.

She takes a few steps closer to the door and her hand hovers over the door knob, she’s a split second away from opening the door, but Namjoon locks it from the inside.

She doesn’t know what she wants, or what to do.

“Please? I’ve been wanting to go for a while.” He whines with a pout on his face that you can hear through the phone.

You’re in your bed, you were sleeping before he called you since you were on the previous night shift, you have the phone pressed against your ear with your eyes still closed, he’s been trying to convince you about the wine tasting tour.

“I’ll come pick you up, and you can call it a date.”

Your eyes are no longer closed when he speaks of a date this easily, you two haven’t been together alone in public other than the day of your conference, and it was a coincidence that day. But he’s asking you to go out on a date with him, and you weren’t even sure you were at that point yet.

“Joon—“ You sigh. “I don’t know.” Your phone starts vibrating in your hand and you look at the screen to find him requesting a video chat, and you don’t hesitate a second to accept the call.

Your faces meet and he’s lost at the sight of you for a second before he smiles, his pearly whites and dimples clearly visible. “You’re still in bed?” He asks, leaning his phone on the nightstand near his bed, you could see him topless and unzipping his pants.

“Yeah.” You rub your eyes and stretch, leaning your phone against the pillow next to yours and snuggling under the blanket. “How was your flight?”

“Don’t change the subject.” He smirks. “Are we going wine tasting tonight?” a smile creeps on your face before you click your tongue. “Let me think about it, I need time to decide.”

He puts his clothes on the couch next to his bed while laughing and walking back to his phone to grab it. “Alright. Until then, what are you wearing?” He licks on his bottom lip as he finally sits on his bed and lights up a cigarette.

You take a long breath before you teasingly look under your blanket.

It’s boiling hot outside, and you’ve had too many snacks on your shift that you couldn’t wait to get home and actually get rid of your scrubs, so you chose to sleep with only your panties.

“A ball gown.” You joke, barely stifling a smirk. And he laughs quietly, trying not to be loud. “I don’t believe you.”

“I like to dress to impress, mister Kim.” You giggle, he raises an eyebrow and blows a cloud of smoke. “Then show it to me.”

He knows you’re not wearing anything since he can see your bare shoulders, you have your blanket covering your upper half. “How was your flight again?” You ask and he rolls his eyes. “You’re such a tease.”

You crack a laugh at him before you finally nod. “Alright, I’ll go on the wine tasting tour with you.”

“Thank you.” He smiles at his phone screen. “I’ll come by this afternoon and we’ll be picked up from your place.”

Namjoon heard about this tour from one of the cabin crew earlier this week, and he’s been wanting to go since then and he wanted to go with you, he’s itching to show you off in public even when he still can’t and you two aren’t even labeled yet.

He enjoys your company so much, and he knows you do too, he can be himself around you and he knows he won’t be judged.

“Okay.” You yawn and snuggle into your blanket, still sleepy. “Can I get back to sleep?”

His lips curve into a little smile when he admires how cute you look when you’re tired and sleepy, he’s admiring your face for too long that he even forgot to answer you. “Namjoon?” You ask, which snaps him out of his thoughts. “Yeah, alright. I’ll see you later.”

You nod before you wave your hand to him, he waves back and finally ends the call and you go back to sleep.

Namjoon on the other hand, finishes booking for the tour while he’s taking the last few puffs of his cigarettes before his phone starts to glitch, it seems to be that there are two people calling him at the same time, and it’s his father and father in law, which makes him panic for a second.

Of course he decides to ignore his father in law’s call and call back his own father. “Dad?”

His father’s voice tone full of worry when speaks. “Namjoon? What’s the matter? Is it true what they’re talking about?”

Namjoon is completely clueless that everyone knows of the divorce now, he’s even clueless that his wife got the papers. “What are you talking about?”

“The divorce? Is it really happening?” He asks, and Namjoon doesn’t hesitate for a second to answer. “Yes dad, I made that decision on my own.”

“You two were incredible together, what’s the matter?” That makes Namjoon scoff, “Are you sure we can’t work things out?”

“No dad, nothing can fix this.” Namjoon swallows the dry lump in his throat, he regrets the years he spent with his wife, he wishes he can just erase that chapter from his life because it did engrave a type of trauma into him.

His father is in denial and so is his father in law, everything seemed to be okay to them, but they never saw anything behind closed doors.

“Please tell him to never contact me, and if he has anything to say, tell him to save it until the day of the hearing.” Namjoon says with a solid tone, not willing to negotiate the entire thing what so ever.

“When’s your hearing?” His father asks and Namjoon answers. “September 12th.”

An audible sigh escapes his father’s mouth. “But son, that’s your birthday.”

“I know, and I got everything under control dad, don’t worry.” Namjoon’s stomach drops when he speaks of the hearing, he feels extremely anxious and impatiient.

He’s confident that after going through this difficult and challenging experience, he will be starting fresh and new that day.

He cannot wait to feel reborn.

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hilsoncrater · 1 year

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I am once again going to queer analyze the fuck out of Ted Lasso, specifically the scene with Trent and Ted in the hallway at the end of Season 3, Episode 7.

Trent swoops in as the door is closing behind Ted, calls out, “TED!”, and then he runs towards Ted, who is walking away from him. Ted turns, bewildered, because here is Trent -- cool, calm, awkward Trent -- completely out of his shell like never before. There’s a spark to Trent. He’s excited, he’s rambling, he’s so close to Ted. He’s vulnerable, too, because he is laying everything he’s thinking and feeling out in the open. (“It’s going to work!” “And I’ll tell you why -- The Lasso Way!” “You haven’t switched tactics in a week!”)

Chemistry goes both ways. It’s a feedback loop, in a sense, because Ted is taking in what Trent is giving. He turns fully to face Trent, even turning when Trent leaves; actively engages by asking questions (“Great! What is?” “Why?” “I haven’t?”); and the more this interaction goes on, the more Ted’s face goes from bewildered to fond. Is he humoring Trent by letting him ramble? Yeah, he is, because he finds it endearing.

The way it’s shot plays a massive role, too. We the audience know that Roy and Beard are there all along. However, we temporarily forget their presence because the camera is equally close on both Trent and Ted. And the intensity of Trent’s rambling distracts us. It’s not until their little conversation is over that the angle is zoomed out and we’re reminded they aren’t alone. It’s intentionally done like that as an insight onto how Ted feels. He’s tuned in on what Trent has to say, and everything else falls away to the background.

In a heavy rom-com episode, this is the love interest’s confesional to the main character.

Trent was sparking. So much so I’ve seen people say they expected the two to kiss. And that thought doesn’t just pop up out of nowhere. You don’t arrive to that conclusion baseless. Which means:

1) The simmering three-season-long groundwork put into their relationship is rock solid.

2) The romcom beats -- which have gotten more frequent -- are subconciously hitting the audience and therefore priming us to expect a follow through (re: a kiss)

3) Characters do not get that close unless it’s to kiss, fight, or scheme. Clearly they aren’t fighting or scheming, so what other expectation is there?

Now hold onto your hat, cowboy. This is where it gets fun.

This hallway scene is a direct parallel to Rebecca and Ted in the West Ham hallway. It’s at an away game; Rebecca and Trent are both potential love interests with an air of manic energy; and, again, it takes place in a hallway with the team in the locker room.

Only this time, with Trent, everything is subverted.

Ted walks to Rebecca vs Trent runs to Ted.

Rebecca touches Ted vs Trent doesn’t physically engage.

Ted being uncomfortable the entire interaction vs Ted leaning into the interaction.

Beard and Roy not being present vs Beard and Roy being there.

This subversion also applies to where Rebecca and Trent’s respective manic energy stem from. Their energy levels are foils of one another.

Rebecca’s stems from negative external factors outside of Richmond (re: Rupert) and the fact the team is losing the match/things are not working.

Trent’s stems from positive internal factors within Richmond (re: belief in The Lasso Way) and the fact things are going to work despite the team losing the match.

Let’s get queer up in here and extrapolate those subversions to sexuality:

Ted slowly approaches heterosexuality (Rebecca), alone (without community) and is uncomfortable by the external pressures placed upon him, the way heterosexuality imposes its touch on him. He visibly looks/feels worse after the interaction.

Queerness (Trent) running up behind Ted with a warning shout (hitting Ted when he doesn’t expect it) and while Ted is surrounded by others (with community). And at first Ted is confused by it, but as soon as he hears it out, gives it a chance, he grows fond of what it has to say. It does not impose its touch on him, and the pressure is an excited internal one. Ted visibly looks/feels better after the interaction.

In Trent’s words, it’s going to work.

#anyways!! going to stop it there because holy shit i can talk about this entire episode #ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #trent crimm #tedtrent #tedependent #ted lasso meta

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shdo-xplosion · 1 year

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Hihihi! Your event is super cute and I couldn’t even choose which option to pick! The spells are beautiful, the sketches are adorable and my lucky numbers were both black hearts- 4 and 7!! I’d love whichever one inspiration strikes on💕

hello, thank you very much! you can play all the games! if this tiny piece is enough, though, then that’s okay too!

since you didn’t specify a character i just went off what i saw of your blog (bakugou teehee) so i hope you enjoy! thank you again (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

🖤4 - NON-CON, VOYEURISM, ft. k. bakugou x reader + h. shinsou

(no explicit consent, clear trepidation, mind control, female bodied-reader, spit)

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 • 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 •

Every muscle in his body is screaming at Katsuki to run—turn around and walk away and maybe call the cops. This is fucked up. This is something he’s supposed to put a stop to, not get invited to. Definitely not get involved in.

He’s here, though, standing in the dimly lit bedroom of his not-really-friend. Katsuki always knew Shinsou was a freak, but this is… not what he was expecting.

“Pretty, right?” Shinsou prompts with a smile. He squats down on the ground and caresses your face, thumb rubbing your cheek. “Anything you want, buddy. She’ll do anything.”

Katsuki comes close to spitting “we’re not buddies”, but he’s too distracted by the way you’re blinking up at him from your place on the floor, misty eyes doe-like as your lips wrap around the pad of one of Shinsou’s fingers.

It’s not true. You won’t do whatever Katsuki wants. You’ll do whatever Shinsou commands you to do, and that shit isn’t cool, not at all, but…

Fuck, it’s been a dry few months. A stressful few months. And you’re lookin’ real fucking cute in the little teddy Shinsou keeps you in. Katsuki has a nice view of your tits from where he’s standing, and against his conscience, his dick hardens in his pants.

Glaring at Shinsou, Bakugou growls, “tell anyone about this and I’ll kill you. Got it, shithead?”

Shinsou chuckles and nods, looks back to you and demands, “open your mouth, love.” When you do, he spits right into it, and though you flinch, you don’t fight when he leans forward to kiss you afterward.

That’s what gets the party started.

Shinsou starts undressing you, tells you to strip him next, then Katsuki. Your hands are steady, eyes clouded, and it makes Katsuki a little sick to his stomach to know you’re under the power of a quirk.

“I promise you she gets off on it,” Shinsou says. “Just touch her pussy if you don’t believe me. Guarantee it’s dripping wet already.”

“Yeah?” Katsuki asks, and as soon as he sees the glint of Shinsou’s teeth, he knows he fucked up.

“Yeah. Touch her, Bakugou. Play with her pretty cunt.”

Katsuki feels his cognizance slipping away. He’s still in his head, just more of a background voice—an extra. He can still see your beautiful body in front of him, still hear the quiet beat playing from outside the room, and can definitely feel the heat radiating from your core as he gets closer and closer. Katsuki is still in his own head; he’s just not calling any shots anymore.

Your pussy is slick with want, just like Shinsou promised, and when Katsuki slides a finger into your hole, his cock twitches. You make a cute mewling sound, head falling back, and then Shinsou is spouting instructions as he leisurely strokes his own dick.

“Get on the bed. Suck on her tits. Tease her pussy.”

And Katsuki does everything he’s told. It’s like a film has been pulled over his consciousness, and while it’s terrifying to have no control over his actions, it’s also… sorta nice.

“Are you ready to cum, baby?” Shinsou asks after several minutes of Katsuki messily eating your pussy. His face is wet, your arousal all over his mouth and nose. Even if he wasn’t being manipulated like a toy, he would enjoy going down on you.

“Yes, Toshi,” you breathe, legs quivering over Katsuki’s shoulders.

“You heard her, Bakugou,” Shinsou nods. “Time to make her cum.”

“How?” he’s able to rasp out.

The other man shrugs where he’s sitting, simply watching the show. “I myself like to see her tight pussy stuffed with cock, but I guess it’s up to you.”

And, just like that, Katsuki feels ownership of himself again, completely in his own mind and in control. He has the power now. He can stop this right now. It’s still wrong, isn’t it?

You look so desperate, though, like you do want him. Want him to make you cum… want him inside you.

Katsuki swears as he lines himself up with your entrance, thick cock sliding against your spongy walls until he’s nestled as deep as he can be, and fuck, you feel so perfect.

Shinsou may not have control over him anymore, but Katsuki still doesn’t feel entirely like himself. More like an animal as he starts fucking into you, hips pistoning so that the clap of skin on skin echoes in the room, his heavy balls slapping against your ass over and over.

You never said yes, and neither did he, but it’s way too fucking late to say no now.

event masterlist ✿

#bakugou x reader #shinsou x reader #bakugou smut #tw noncon #doves welcome event ✿

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outsideratheart · 1 year

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I’ll protect you (Ana-Maria Crnogorcevic x reader)

Based off this request.

Have you ever met someone who you instantly have a connection with? Where it's like you knew each other in a past life and your first meeting is actual a reunion? That is the way you would describe the day you met Ana.

Now almost three years later the two are you are inseparable although neither one of you have confessed that you want your relationship to be more than platonic.

One of the things you loved about Ana was her commitment to the team and the Catalonian people. It came as a shock when she picked up Spanish as quickly as she did but it could be argued that it wasn't the student that was good, it was you the teacher.

Her passion carried over when Barcelona played Real Madrid, the legendary El Classico.

"Someone's excited" you spot Ana in her locker, her knee bouncing up and down.

"And you're not? I know you love this match just as much as me, if not more" Ana helps you tape your wrists, it was your first of many pre match rituals.

"I know that with Jenni gone and Alexia on the sidelines I am going to be their number one target"

In every El Classico so far, Real Madrid were predictable. They made it known very early on in the game who they wanted to take out. You enjoyed it and you loved any chance to tease your Madrid counterparts although they didn't find it fun getting beat time and time again.

"I'll protect you" Ana is deadly serious when she makes her promise to you.

"I can look out for myself. Focus on getting the ball in the back of the net"

History is sure to repeat itself as Barcelona find themselves 2-0 up just before half time. Madrid start to get desperate but it was to be expected and you warned the girls of this. Esther was no longer hiding her intention to hurt you and after the third of fourth tackle she got a yellow card. At this point you thought she would back off in fear of getting a second and then a red only this doesn't happen.

The half time whistle blows and instead of going into the locker room, you go straight for the woman that has been on your back the entire game.

"Keep going Esther. You know I have my limits and you are dangerously close" you body check her before walking away.

"I barely touched you. You just don't know how to play football without your friends. The whole world knows that you're struggling to play without Alexia and it is only a matter of time before they see that you're not worth the credit you get" Esther spits.

"Shut up or the next thing to come out of your mouth with be your teeth" Ana's presence startles you.

Esther continues rambling as she walks through the tunnel, her voice becoming quieter with every step she takes.

"She's right" you admit as you sink into your locker.

"No, she isn't and you'll prove her wrong when you go back out there and show the world just how good Y/N Y/L/N is"

Ana always has faith in you even when you didn't. Over the past few months you have doubted yourself more than ever but she was always there to remind you who you are.

In the second half you played with a new purpose, to show Esther who Spain's best forward was. With your confidence level at an all time high it led to Esther making more tackles than she did in the first half and every one she made got worse and worse.

Whilst you remain level headed you knew Ana was get close to blowing up. She liked to protect you whether that was in a nightclub when a stranger refused to take no for answer or like today when you're get getting hurt and nothing is being done about it.

The final nails on the Real Madrid coffin come in the form of two more goals, both coming from you. After the second one you saw the opportunity to taunt Esther and get in her head so after you finished celebrating with your team you look directly at her and do her signature celebration. You knew that it would anger her more but you no longer cared. There was only 7 minutes left on the clock, you could handle it.

Barcelona receive a corner which doesn't go to plan. Instead of football it becomes a game of ping pong, the ball going from head to head. You see it coming your way and you jump to head in the direction of the goal but at the last minute you see Esther coming towards with her foot high. Already in the air, you close your eyes and wait for her foot to hit your head only it doesn't, instead you feel her studs connect with your sternum.

The breath is knocked out of you, a mixture of the impact and the force in which you hit the floor.

"Y/N" Aitana tries to get your attention but your eyes remain shut as you try to focus on your breathing.

Something else that sticks out is the headache that comes thick and fast, you know you must have hit it on the floor when you fell. Your surroundings are a blur but you recognise the sound of the medics asking you question.

"I-can't-breathe" you say through laboured breaths.

"Try to stay still" one of them tells you.

"Ana" you use all your energy to call out for the one woman you want by your side.

"I'm here Y/N. Everything's going to be ok" Ana takes a hold of your hand. When she sees you close you eyes she squeezes you hand tightly so that you know she is there even if you can't see her.

Ana has never felt more helpless in her life. The medics cut open your shirt so they can asses the damage, it's something she wasn't ready to see. There in the middle of your chest was a boot print, some marking had even opened up and blood was trickling down your chest. You wince when you feel someone brush over the point of impact.

You swat the hand away immediately.

"Y/N let them do there job, please" you turn your attention to Ana. Her face is pale and you see a single tear roll down her cheek.

The medics lift you onto the stretcher, Ana remaining by your side the entire time. That is until she hears Esther speak ill of you, yet again, only this time she does something about it.

"At least now she gets to watch in the stands with dear La Reina" Esther jokes with her teammates only no one is laughing. Their faces drop when they see the Swiss international approaching them at speed.

"You're so insecure of your own abilities that you purposely try to hurt Y/N. You are a discrace and don't deserve to play football" Ana shoves Esther, sending her to the floor but she is soon back to her feet.

"Mierda!" Patri says as she runs after her team mate, others follow in suit.

Patri and Irene try their hardest to pull Ana away but nothing they do works.

"Come on" Patri begs.

"Don't let her get to you" Irene adds.

They both grab hold of her but she shrugs them off, clearly she wasn't done with the Madrid forward.

"You better hope she is ok or the next time we meet i'll--" Ana threatens only to be cut off.

"You'll do what?" Esther pushes Ana again.

This time Ana shoves her a lot harder than the first time and Esther hits the floor hard.

"You don't want to find out"

"Ana, walk away" Marta, who has been called over for extra help says "They are taking her to the hospital. Jona has got Mariona ready to sub in for you but if don't leave now you won't be able to go with Y/N"

This seems to work because Ana runs off the pitch without saying another word. She ignores the ref but thanks her coach when she gets to the side lines.

Later than night you are discharged from the hospital. After getting several scans you are told that you have a minor concussion due to the fall and a broken sternum thanks to Esther.

Ana accompanies you back to your apartment and insists on staying the night despite you telling her numerous times that you are fine. After all the doctors gave you some strong painkillers which reduced the pain significantly although you were warned that you would be very sore in the morning.

She helps you get changed, turning around when you are indecent even though she has seen you topless number of times.

Once in bed Ana helps you get comfy before leaving.

"I thought you said you were staying the night" even though you are adamant you don't need help you were still looking forward to the sleepover with your best friend.

"I'll be in the living room. You need to get some rest" Ana leans against the door frame.

When she sees you pouting she shakes her head ever so slightly. You pull back the corner of the duvet on the empty side of the bed and pat it a couple of times.

"Ana-Maria Crnogorcevic please come to bed"

Ana loved the way you said her name. The way you pronounced every syllable and how your spanish accent meant you rolled the r's. It made saying no to you incredibly difficult and you were fully aware of this, it's why you did it.

The two of you gets settled and Ana picks out a movie, one that she is sure you've never seen before. You may be focused on the TV but whenever you look over to your best friend you find her staring at your chest.

"Stop looking at my boobs"

"I -- I wasn't looking at them -- I mean I was but I wasn't -- I was looking at--" Ana face rivals the colour of a beetroot at your accusation.

"Looking at this" you pull the front of your tank top down revealing all of the marks left by Esther's boot.

"I told you I would protect you" Ana refuses to look you in your eyes as she thinks about how she failed you.

"There's nothing you could have done and from what i've heard you defended my honour afterwards" you could tell that Ana felt bad about you getting hurt and whilst you don't mind being the damsel in distress if she is the one saving you, you knew that this was just one of those times where nothing or no one could stop Esther from her attack.

"It's my fault"

"Really Ana?" You were staring to get annoyed. Ana was making is obvious that she wanted to punish herself but you really didn't want to spend the night talking about what happened.

"Don't look at me like that" Ana senses your annoyance "I provoked her at half time and since then her tackles got worse. She knew that by going after you she would be hurting me"

"This isn't about you"

"No it's not. It's abut you Y/N. Do you know how scared I was? I told you I would protect you and I failed you. I couldn't protect the woman I" Ana stops herself before she says something she cannot take back.

Your eyes widen when you realise what she was about to say. Is this really what it took for you both to admit your feelings. Was you getting put in the hospital your version of an airport confessions from the movies.

"Finish your sentence" you tell her. The expression on your face is serious. No part of you wants her to think you are making fun of her.

"I can't"

"Please"

Then it hits her. You know what you was about to say and you want her to say it anyway.

Ana tucks a stray hair behind your ear, her palm rests on your cheek and you melt into her touch. She looks you in the eye then at your lips, you didn't pull away from her touch yet she was still hesitating.

"Fuck it" you lean forward, ignoring the pain that rises to your chest at the sudden move and kiss your best friend.

It is Ana who deepens this kiss but you have to push her away.

"Ow, ow, ow" you lay back down as you try to get your breathe.

"Sorry. That's my fault, I shouldn't have -"" Ana begins to apologise only for you to cut her off.

"I swear to god Ana if you blame yourself once more I am kicking you out"

Ana hold her hands up in surrender. In this moment she would do anything to stay with you.

"Come here" Ana extends her arms so you can lay against her side" Carefully" you warns when she hears you wince.

The two of you go back to watching the film only for Ana to pause it after 20 minutes.

"The woman I love. I love you Y/N" Ana finishes her sentence.

You turn slightly so that you can face her.

"I love you Ana-Maria" you softly kiss her again. You want her and in this moment you ignore the pain you are feeling.

Ana cups your face and gently pulls away. You pout at the lack of connection but this time is doesn't work.

"Don't look at me like that. I want this just as much as you do but I won't have you hurting yourself more" Your heart warms at how Ana was back to protecting you, only this time it was from yourself.

It took 2 weeks for your concussion to pass and 6 weeks for your broken sternum to heal. The day you got the green light Ana took you out on your first official date and that night the longing you two of you experienced over the years was let go.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso one shot #ana Maria crnogorcevic x reader #ana Maria crnogorcevic imagine #ana Maria crnogorcevic one shot #Barcelona femeni x reader #barcelona femeni one shot #barcelona femeni imagine #swisswnt x reader #swisswnt imagine #swisswnt one shot

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elcpsstuff · 9 months

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The Summer I Remembered You (C.F) (Part 6)

Summary: Taylor comes to town for Belly’s birthday and suspects something is going on with yn and Conrad.

A/N: Can we talk about how cute this gif is🙏🏻 also i’m getting these all out so fast i’m already working on ch. 7

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Me and Belly both had Summer birthdays. This was different though, she was turning 16. This day was going to be about her and only her.

Taylor was coming into town, and as much as I love Belly, Taylor can get annoying. She means well though. Frankie, my best friend hates her.

Her and Frankie are both really overbearing.

I rushed downstairs and it was 8:12 exactly. Belly would be coming down soon. I wore a cute white crop top with a light blue jean shorts.

My hair was straightened, and I had decided to wear small, small hoop earrings. Susannah said they made every girl pop out.

Conrad was slouched at the island counter eating his cereal. The first thing I thought of was last night. The second thing I thought of was how bad that is for his back.

“Morning, yn!” Jeremiah says, smiling over at me before helping Susannah with the decorations again.

“Morning guys. So I beat Bells down here?”

“Just in time.” Steven says.

I smiled and when I sent a quick glance to Conrad, he didn’t even acknowledge my existence.

This day is about Belly. Not Conrad.

I shake it off and then Belly walks into the room. She looked really pretty. Her outfit was cute.

“Happy birthday!” We all say in unison, and even Conrad whispers it a little.

I walk over to Belly and put my arm around her shoulder, “Belly’s 16, she’s not a baby anymore.” She then sticks her tongue out at me.

“Nah, she still is.” Steven blurts out.

Jeremiah just smiled at Belly. It was kinda cute.

I think I had coke to terms with it, that I was just pretending to like Jeremiah to get my mind off of, him.

Suddenly I had the craziest thought. If Jere liked Belly, than she might like him and forget about Conrad.

It would make me feel a lot less guilty about the past.

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Last summer, Age 15 (Almost 16)

It had been 2 weeks since we had gotten there.

It was a lazy night in cousins. Me and Conrad were home alone. Usually, we would have a pillow war or snuggle up on the couch and watch something. I maybe even would listen to him play the guitar.

After the whole rain thing and coming home and holding hands, not to mention Susannah seeing it, I had been questioned by her the whole week. I think she was doing it to Conrad too but he didn’t say anything to me.

I tried to go on and act normal with Conrad, but lately it was hard to look at him like a best friend. He made me question everything.

I was sitting on the counter top when Conrad slouched against the fridge.

“That’s horrible posture, you’ll hurt your back.” I say.

“Hey, stop judging.”

“I’m not judging, just giving tips.” I then place a chip in my mouth and smile.

“What if my moms cancer comes back one day?” He blurts out.

I felt my body get stiff. I was sure Susannah’s cancer wouldn’t come back, I knew it. And if it would, she would fight it. She wouldn’t give up.

“What’s wrong, Conrad? Why are you thinking about this?” I say, and the fridge was close enough to the counter so I reached out and tug on his shoulder.

He moves off of the fridge and closer to me, and we’re only inches away. If I leaned in, we could kiss.

“I don’t know. It just scares me.”

I felt really bad, because I may of come off as harsh. I softened my gaze at him.

“Don’t be, it won’t happen again. Besides, Susannah’s a fighter, the best one I know.”

Conrad smiled, and I could tell it wasn’t a “I believe you” type of smile, more like a “thank you for being here” smile.

I smiled and wrapped my arms around him, and he leaned his head against my shoulder. I felt a big amount of pressure shift into me, and he was fully leaning on me now.

“Thank you for being here.” He mumbled in the crook of my neck.

“Of course. I’ll never not be here. Your my best friend.”

He didn’t respond, and I didn’t mind.

That’s what we were, that’s what we’d always been.

Or had we ever been? Because right now it feels like we’re a couple, and the scary thing is I liked it. I didn’t mind it at all.

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Present day:

“Open mine next!” Jeremiah says, and Belly picks up his gift.

He had given her a key, key chain. It was really cute and It was because she could drive now and he had been giving her lessons.

Steven gave her a Princeton crewneck, Susannah pearls that were beautiful, and Laurel a book.

“Here!” I say, handing my gift to Belly.

I felt the smile creep up on my face as she unwrapped my gift. “Oh my gosh, you got me the dress I wanted?!”

I nodded. “Saved up for it.” Laurel and Susannah smiled, and I could tell Susannah was impressed and liked it.

“Thank you, yn. I love it.” Belly says through a smile. I send Jeremiah and Steven a “I had the best gift” look.

Then, Conrad gets up and places a little box next to belly. She opens it and I could see her eyes flutter.

“Awh, that’s so cute.” Belly says, pulling out a little wave necklace. It was pretty cute.

“It was kinda last minute, but we’re like at the ocean so it works.” He shrugged.

Leave it to Conrad to make a good gift sound so unappealing and horrible.

Belly sent a half smile and tucked it away.

Conrad sighed, “Well, I gotta get to the Marina. Cleveland needs my help.” He looked at me for a second before walking out of the room.

Jeremiah noticed the mood and then smiled, “Hey Bells, wanna drive a little bit before we have to pick up Taylor?”

Belly’s mood instantly changed, “Yeah, sure, yn do you—”

I shook my head and put my hand up, “No, no, you guys go ahead.”

Susannah then perked up, “This is perfect! Yn, I’m painting you now.”

I groaned, “Actually, Bells—” I say jokingly, and everyone laughs.

“Too late now!” Susannah grabs my arm and pulls me away from everyone and I send a “Help me” look to Belly before entering the backyard.

It was hot out, and as much as I love summer I can’t stand the heat. It makes me feel sticky.

Susannah painted, and it had only been 20 minutes but it felt like forever.

“So, what else are you doing this summer?”

I shrug, “I don’t know, probably just chilling out.”

Susannah smiles, and I knew she had gotten me, “I think you should get a job, maybe at the Marina?”

I laughed a little, because there was no way I was working at the Marina. “Um, I don’t really think-”

I could tell Susannah’s mind was filling with ideas, “Oh! It’s not bad trust me. I know the guy who owns the place and it’ll be super casual, only like 2 to 3 times a week, he pays well too.”

I sighed, knowing Susannah’s mind was made up.

“Oh, and Connie! You guys can go there together.” She said through a smirk.

Fuck.

“Oh, Susannah—”

She looked ahead of me and waved at somebody, and I turned to see it was Conrad. He was already back?

“Connie! Come here.”

He walked over to us but he didn’t make eye contact with me.

“Con, yn is gonna work at the Marina.”

I could see the smirk on Conrad’s face, and it was so smug. Smug piece of shit.

“yn? At the Marina?”

I scoff, “I’ll do just fine.”

“Mom, yn is scared of boating.” I could feel my cheeks burn as he said this. He could at least acknowledge me if he’s gonna say things like that?

Susannah smiles, “That’s alright, you can teach her too.”

Conrad had already tried to teach me to boat a couple of years ago, but it didn’t end well. We just ended up laughing and getting a tan.

Conrad shrugged and then walked inside.

—

“Yn! I missed you bitch!” Taylor hugged me and I smiled a little.

“Me too.”

“Okay, we all have to go into the pool and catch up, I need to get all the tea.”

Me and Belly nodded and we went upstairs to change.

I could just tell that something had changed in Belly, I didn’t know if it was because of me and Conrad, but I needed to find out. I can’t loose her.

Once we were in the pool, me and Taylor and Belly were on one side while Jeremiah and Steven were on the other.

“So,” Taylor began, looking at both of us, “What’s the boys situation?”

Belly shrugged, “I don’t really know.”

I gasped, “Belly! Your basically dating Cam Cameron.”

“Ooo yes! He’s coming to dinner tonight right?” Taylor looks at Belly and she simply nods. Taylor turns to face me.

“What about you? Boys?”

I shrugged, “I don’t know. There’s this kid named Josh?”

Josh. I hadn’t talked to him in a while. I wonder if he’s going to Nicole’s big party tonight. I would see him there if we went.

The boys started talking about a hot girl they knew and Taylor said, “We know your talking about us!”

Steven laughed, “You wish.”

Then Taylor and Belly trailed to the middle of the pool, and I followed.

“Let’s play chicken!” Taylor half screamed.

Not chicken, anything but chicken. I knew there was an uneven number and this was my chance to get out. “I’ll sit this one out guys.”

Belly nodded, “You can play the next?” And I just gave her a half smile. At least she was giving me something.

Belly and Jeremiah were partners and so were Taylor and Steven. I looked at the way Jeremiah’s arms gripped Belly’s and I noticed some tension. Big tension. The way she grabbed his hair. Was something going on with them?

Belly and Jeremiah won which is when Nicole and Conrad walked outside. Nicole looked like she was judging us big time.

“Hey guys— are you playing chicken?”

“Hey..” I say awkwardly. Who was she to judge us? She gripped Conrad’s hand and It made me angry. Stop it. Don’t be angry.

They sat at the edge of the pool with their ankles in and flirted with each other.

We decided to play volleyball and we set up the nets and split up into teams. It was girls against boys and it was uneven so Jeremiah asked Conrad to get in but he said no. Of course.

After a couple of rounds, Taylor got ready to serve and then hit Nicole in the head. It was kinda funny.

“Oh my gosh, Nicole are you okay?” Belly said worried.

“I’m so— sorry.” Taylor says through a little laugh.

“Taylor.” Belly said in a scolding manner.

“I’m so sorry Nicole, feel better okay?” I knew why Belly was saying this. All because of Conrad. Conrad then offered to help Nicole and they got up but before he went inside, he looked back at me for a second.

That second felt like forever. It was like he was staring into my soul. And then it was over. Just like that.

Taylor then leaned in close to be and whispered, “What’s going on?”

I shook my head and got out of the pool, everyone else following.

—

Dinner that night was good, Belly brought Cam over and he even kissed her on the lips at the table. It was cringey, but cute.

Belly decided that we should go to Nicole’s party, and I was very happy to do so. I needed to get drunk, blasted even. I had to forget. About everything. Him.

Once we got there, Jeremiah and Steven dispersed and Conrad had rushed in before us and started drinking. Go figure.

Nicole then came up to me and Belly, “yn! Belly! Hey!”

Taylor looked visibly uncomfortable, but she didn’t say anything.

“Hey Nicole.” I say through a smile.

“Belly, I need you to come with me.” Nicole says grabbing her arm and Belly mouths sorry to me and Taylor before walking away.

“Wanna grab a drink?” I said, half sulking and I didn’t even realize it. My friends had become Belly’s friends and I suddenly felt really lonely. This summer started to not feel so good.

“Yes, please.” At least Taylor was sulking with me.

We went to the drinks table and then I started pounding them down. Taylor noticed but didn’t say anything because she was pounding them down too. We were both upset but I didn’t know why she was, but sometimes it was better to sulk in silence like this.

I looked up and then saw Conrad talking to a group of guys and I started longer than I should have. He looked back at me and then away again which only made me feel shitty and pound down more drinks.

What a night this would be.

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A/N: what do we think? I promise you guys the drama will be soooo good. trust me. Enjoy!! should I make a master list?

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chin-chilla-7 · 1 year

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How the Obey Me Brothers Eat You Out

I’ve had a bit of a rough day so I made myself feel better by writing some of my headcanons on how I think the Obey Me Brothers would eat you out. This is for any hole you have down there, I left it ambiguous. Also I rate each bro based on my personal taste so that is there too. I hope you enjoy!

This is 18+ content so no minors.

Lucifer

- Lucifer is very very good at giving oral. - He has such a way with his tongue it will leave you thinking about it for days after. - He enjoys giving it, too. He particularly enjoys the noises he can get out of you. It fuels his pride and everything. - He’s quite a tease with it. If you’re someone who gets shy/flustered in the moment, he will be using that to his advantage. - Is known to slip a finger or two in while he’s playing with you. - Cause that’s another thing: he loves the idea of tying you up before he gets between your legs. You will be there a while if you accept. - Like he really knows what he’s doing and you feel it. - 11/10 would recommend

Mammon - Is a lot messier than Lucifer but boy does he have the spirit. - He likes to think he’s really good, and brags about how good he is. But he’s fine at best. - He doesn’t really do a lot. Just kinda back and forth motions. Which feels good, but there’s no flavour. - Though, he is more than happy to remain between your legs for a while, so that makes up for some of it. - Overall a solid 7/10. You’re gonna have a good time, but you’ve had better.

Leviathan - Okay Leviathan is shy but is really into the idea of you riding his face. - Like, him laying in the bathtub, you kneeling above him, his Ruri-chan pillow beside him. It’s a dream. - He’d probably leave out the Ruri-chan part when telling you. - You’d more than likely have to guide him on what to do, but he doesn’t mind! At that moment, he really wants to please you. Besides, he’d do anything if it means you remain over his face, y’know? - 8/10 because he’s more open to criticism than his older brother.

Satan - Is also pretty good at oral. He knows what he’s doing. He understands human anatomy from all the books he reads, so he gets how to make it feel good. - However, he is probably least interested in doing oral, if I’m honest. - He just doesn’t really like doing it. He’ll do it if you ask, but it’s not something he craves. - It’s not like he complains about doing it or anything, it’s just not something he gets off to. - 6/10 I guess, because he lacks enthusiasm

Asmodeus - I think it comes as no surprise that Asmodeus knows what he’s doing when giving oral. - And he really enjoys it: giving, receiving, pussy, anal, whatever. He’s more than happy to do it if it means his partner’s getting the most of the experience. - He knows how to make you feel good, and boy, you feel good. - It’s almost a relaxing experience. You know you’re in good hands with Asmodeus at the wheel. - 10/10 no complaints. Overall great time.

Beelzebub - Okay, my boy Beelzebub truly loves giving oral. He could go at it forever. And I mean that quite literally. Like, you had to beg him to stop after you came the… you lost count. But you really needed a break, even though it seemed that beelzebub was ready for another course. - This boy is so good at oral. Not in the skilled way that Lucifer or Asmodeus is, just purely in the way he eats honestly and earnestly. - Not to mention his tongue? Covers a large surface area, I’ll tell you that. - It’s something that you find him asking to do a lot when he wants to get intimate. Like, it’s his favourite thing to do with you. - 10000/10 this boy can get it anytime.

Belphegor - He would rather not eat you out. - Not because he doesn’t like it, but because he just doesn’t want to do it. Avatar of Sloth and all that. - But the times he does agree, he prefers you riding his face: again, less work for him. - He gives it a shot, but you always feel like he doesn’t try. - Though, a secret hack is to mention the way one of his brothers makes you feel and his jealousy will beat out his slothfulness and you will have yourself a pretty good time. - Personally, though, a 6/10. He could try harder.

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me shall we date x reader #obey me x reader #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #headcanons #my writing #nsft

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wardenparker · 1 year

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The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Dating Your Ex - Epilogue

Marcus Pike x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

When Marcus unexpectedly runs into his ex-wife he is plunged into a world of complications where rekindled attraction and deep-seated insecurities reign. Unfortunately for him, it is also a world where his ex-wife is not the only ‘ex’ around, as a new case crosses his desk that will require all hands on deck. ✨💖Inspired by and based upon absurdthirst’s Tequila. 💖✨

Rating: General audiences for pure fluff, but this blog is always18+ Word Count: 6.8k Warnings: **Blanket warnings for this series include: divorce, break ups, collegiate Greek life, underage drinking, food/alcohol consumption.** Pure fluff with just a passing mention of pregnancy kink. It *is* Marcus, after all. Pregnant reader with mentioned cravings. Summary: Glimpsing a few years into the future, the life of the renewed Pike family is rocked by a new adventures at every turn. Notes: This little story has brought us so much joy, and hopefully it has brought you some as well, dear readers 🧡🧡 Thank you for coming with us, and check out the writing schedule that went up a little while ago to see what’s coming next!

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7 ~ Ch 8 ~ Ch 9

French court has been distinctly different from the one time you ever served on jury duty in a US court, and if you weren't uncomfortable from the hard benches, needing to pee constantly, and the very tiny foot currently lodged in your ribs, you might be more inclined to pay attention to the differences to chat to Angie about it when you get back the DC again.

You and Marcus have been giving witness testimony for over a week in Henri Aubel's criminal trial. It's been a long time coming, since you went undercover for that auction two years ago, but justice apparently takes time. This time you're staying in a moderately priced hotel in Montmartre and enjoying your down time at a more leisurely pace, while Marcus fusses over every step you take to make sure that you and his little boy always have everything you need. He's sitting beside you holding your hand as you listen to the lawyers give their final statements, smoothing his thumb over your hand and wishing just as hard as you are that this afternoon could be over so that you can go back to the hotel and order some room service to just have a little quiet time to yourself.

“Are you doing okay, sweetheart?” Marcus notices you squirming slightly, knowing the baby is more active right now. He doesn’t seem to like you sitting for too long before he starts beating you up from the inside.

“He’s bored,” you whisper back, nodding that yes, you’re okay, it’s just the baby moving around. Gently, you move his hand to the side of your belly so he can feel where his son’s other foot is pushing insistently. “I’m okay, I promise.”

Just like every time he feels his son kick in your stomach, Marcus softens. His eyes turning warmer and even more loving as his hand brushes over your bumping flesh. It feels like he’s trying to play soccer or have a party. “Calm down buddy and I’ll take you and mama out for ice cream after this.” He promises softly.

To your absolute lack of surprise, that seems to soothe the baby more than anything, and you always tease that he’s going to own an ice cream shop one day due to the way it has been your number one, never ending craving for the last seven months. Of course the baby is just responding to Marcus’s soothing voice, but you like to imagine that childhood years full of ice cream truck adventures and inventing new flavours at home are in store for all of you. “Works every time,” you hum under your breath, trying not to grin in the middle of the court room.

“Mhmmm.” He smirks slightly, curling around you. “I know what my wife and son want.” He’s been so proud of where you are during this trip to France. Enjoying when Aubel’s lawyer had tried to discredit you by calling you ‘Madame’ Pike to insinuate that you held a personal grudge over his client. The entire courtroom had tittered when you had very sternly corrected him with ‘Doctor Pike’ and an introduction into your qualifications to speak on this case beyond your own undercover involvement. Marcus had been a peacock during the next break, so proud of you.

When the courtroom is dismissed nearly an hour later, you stand to stretch your legs and give Marcus an apologetic pout. Before you run off to find ice cream, you need to use the bathroom. Again. “I’ll be right back, my love.”

Marcus stands and moves over towards the agents who were crowded around the prosecutor. "We are going to slip away." Marcus tells Ducasse, aware that you and he could be called back for more questions, but it wouldn't be today. He holds his hand out to the agent. "Baby needs a walk and some ice cream."

“We will see you again Monday morning.” Ducasse gratefully shakes Marcus’s hand and glances behind him, smiling knowingly when you’ve already disappeared. His wife was the same way during all three of her pregnancies. “You have plans for the weekend?”

"I think we are going to do whatever my wife wants." Marcus grins. "This is sort of being used as our 'baby moon' since in a few weeks she won't be able to fly anymore."

“We would love to have you over once more before you leave.” Ducasse’s wife had been very fond of you when you visited last time, and he and Marcus have always gotten along well. The four of you had played cards for hours after their boys went to bed. “Chloe has asked if I would invite you, so please. Anytime.”

He nods. “I’ll talk to her and let you know.” He promises, knowing that you would say yes. Either tonight or Sunday night. “Hopefully you have a good rest of the day.”

“We are near the end.” He nods, shaking Marcus’s hand once more. “It will be good to put this behind us. Although I hope it will not keep you from coming to Paris again?”

"No, never." Marcus chuckles at the mere thought of never coming back. "My wife honestly wishes we could move to Paris. If only the FBI operated outside the US beyond special cases." He muses. "She would have our house packed up tomorrow."

He can see it, knowing how you love France, and chuckles softly at the image. “La Louvre would be lucky to have her.”

“What about the Louvre?” You sneak up behind Marcus, slipping your arm into his as he stands with René. That bathroom trip was very necessary, but you feel rejuvenated.

“How much you would be an asset to work there.” Marcus answers easily, shifting his shoulder so he can throw his arm around you. “And if INTERPOL would hire me, you would be packing us up to move to Paris in a heartbeat.

“It would certainly be a conversation to have.” Just because you would love it doesn’t mean Marcus would, and your lines of communication have smoothed out considerably over the years. “I wouldn’t mind, but our families might riot if we cross an ocean with this little boy being so new in everybody’s lives.”

The Frenchman laughs and nods. “I can imagine. It is your first. So it is especially sweet.” Marcus nods and Ducasse steps back. “Enjoy your afternoon, I am getting a coffee before we have to go back in.”

“Ready for ice cream?” It’s summer in Paris, so when you step outside the streets are packed with locals and endless amounts of tourists alike.

“Of course I am.” Indulgently smiling, he casually leads you away from the government building. While he wasn’t as confident in his ability to move around the city like you, he was becoming more acclimated. “You know, that could be something we look at down the road.” He offers, slipping his hand into yours. “Moving here.”

“Would you really want to leave the US?” He’s happy here, you know. He likes Paris and his French has improved measurably with every trip. But you’ve never talked about living here - it’s just your favorite vacation spot. “We’ve never discussed it, so I’m honestly asking.”

“It could be interesting.” Marcus admits, shrugging slightly. “Obviously not something we do now, but it could be something to talk about if the right opportunity came along.”

“We definitely wouldn’t consider it without the right work.” It does make you smile, though, and you lean into his side as you stroll down the sidewalk together. He wouldn’t continue to pose the question if it wasn’t something he was considering. “Is it…maybe worth enough thought that we give an extra thought to how the babies’ names would sound with a French accent?”

Marcus laughs and he knows that you are intrigued by the idea. “We can do that.” He promises. “Although let’s not name the baby Henri.” He teases with a wink.

“Oh god no.” You cringe at the very idea. “I’m not saying give them French names. I’m just saying…if it’s difficult to pronounce or unattractive with a French accent…maybe it gets bumped a little further down on the list?” Considering you haven’t had any luck whatsoever in narrowing down your son’s name, it might actually be helpful. That’s what you tell yourself, at least, so that you don’t get too excited.

“I can agree with that.” In a perfect world, he would try to find a way to move over here now, but his father’s health is failing and he wants to be stateside for the time being. “I still like Archer.”

“And I still say that Archer Pike sounds like a position on a medieval battlefield.” It’s never escalated to so much as a disagreement in your entire pregnancy, but your and Marcus’s very different taste in baby names has made for some interesting conversations. “This week I think I like Jonas or Elias best.”

“Jonas.” Marcus winces. “That sounds like our son is going to be in a boy band.”

“Alright, maybe not Jonas.” Both of you laugh as you turn down the bustling street. “Adrian is good. Or Elliott.” Trying to stay away from what you’ve termed the ‘normal’ names like Charles, Daniel, William, Thomas, Alexander, Jonathan, or anything like that has made naming more of a conversation. And more of a challenge. But that’s the good kind of challenge.

“Maxime?” Marcus suggests. “We can call him Max? Max Pike.” He rolls the name around and looks over at you to see what you think.

“Is that a French name I hear from you?” Pretending to be shocked, you gasp audibly and clasp one hand to your chest in mock shock. But something in the back of your mind makes you pause, and your laughter turns to a soft sigh just a moment later. “You know what Maxime sounds good with?” You tilt your head back to look at him and bite your lip, unsure how he’ll feel about the suggestion. “Theodore.”

“Really?” Marcus swallows, aware that his hand tightens around yours. He’s aware that his father doesn’t have many more years left and he hates that he won’t see his grandchild grow up so this is something to honor the man who had taught Marcus how to be a man. “I— baby, I would love that.” He had been careful not to voice that before because he doesn’t want you to agree for him alone.

“Do you like the names together?” He looks like he’s going to cry, which wouldn’t be a surprise from Marcus. As his father’s health declines, he’s been more open with how the impending loss is affecting him. “Theodore is a great name, even if you don’t like Maxime with it. Maybe…” you hold his hand tightly in support. “If you like it for a first name, we could call him Theo?” His father has always gone by Ted, and it’s a way to pay homage to the man without forcing an identity on your son or putting pressure on him the way family names so often can.

“I think –” Marcus exhales roughly and blinks, trying to get ahold of his emotions. “If you like it, I think that we have found our son’s name.”

“Then I think we have it.” After so much debating and searching and consideration, to actually have agreed on a name makes your heart feel like it’s grown three sizes all at once. “Because I actually love it.”

“I love it too.” Marcus smiles dreaming, imagining calling to his son when he comes home from work. “It’s fitting.”

“We can spend the next two months working on a middle name.” The look of immense joy on his face is all you need to see to be sure that you made the right decision. “We should call your parents this weekend to let them know that we finally decided on the first name.”

“Why don’t we do that in person?” Marcus suggests, knowing how proud his father might be to learn that his grandson is named after him. “Maybe have a little onesie made? And a shirt for him?”

“We can do that.” The wheels in your mind are already spinning about how to get it done before you have to stop flying. “What if we order them tonight and have them shipped to your parents, and we can change our flight when we’re done here to be to Florida instead of DC? Take a couple of extra days to see your folks before we go home?”

“Yeah?” He lights up at the idea and nods. “The case should be done by the time the shirts get there and I can tell mom not to open the package.”

“It would be nice to tell them in person.” You agree, reaching up to touch his cheek as you both pause on the sidewalk outside the patisserie that you know makes the best ice cream in this part of the city.

“It would be.” Your mother has been a little better since the wedding last winter, and excited when you announced you were expecting. Marcus rubs the back of your hand. “Maybe we can invite your mom out? See the baby’s room?”

“We can have my folks come to us once I’m grounded.” That’s how you had been referring to it, at least a little bit. “My sister said she’d wait to bring her crew out to visit us until after the baby is born.” With your free hand, you caress the side of your belly and nearly tear up. “Until Theo is born.”

He will defer to you on this, nodding in agreement. “Whatever you want baby, I want this to be as easy as possible and a good experience for you.” He grins and presses his lips to your temple. “I kinda like you pregnant.”

“Oh yeah?” Although you raise your eyebrows at him, you’re not surprised by it. Marcus hasn’t exactly been subtle in the way he’s heaped affection and indulgence on you since the day you came home from the doctor with the news. “Thinking you might want the second pretty quickly, or maybe a third?”

“Doesn’t matter how many you have.” Marcus promises. “I do love you just like this.” His hand slides across your burgeoning belly. “But if you don’t want any more, I will be happy with you and Theo.”

“And Cat Benetar.” The highly opinionated Siamese kitten you had adopted after returning stateside from your first joint trip to Paris has turned into an even more opinionated grown up cat, who also happens to love her namesake’s music. “No, baby. The only reason Theo won’t be a big brother is if the doctor advises against it for something medical. I…actually kind of like being pregnant. Which is something I never thought I would say.”

He snorts and moves closer, pressing his lips to your jaw line. The past two years have been the best of his life and the idea of having even more happiness makes his heart soar. “You like being treated like a Princess.” He scoffs playfully. “Foot rubs every night. Ice cream whenever you want. Doting husband ready to make you cum whenever you need.”

“And in exchange I have said goodbye to my ankles, given up my entire body to the growth of a tiny human, and gladly sacrificed increasing amounts of my own independence for that same tiny human.” The first day you had had to have Marcus help you out of bed was a very rude awakening, but right now you just sigh in contentment at the feeling of his lips on your skin. “I think that’s a fair trade.”

“You will get your ankles back, I insist on at least one ‘me day’ for you a month, where I take care of the kids and you go pamper yourself, and your body is even sexier.” Marcus insists.

With your arms around his neck and his hands gently cradling your sides, the two of you are the perfect picture of a couple very much in love. These last seven months of being married again have been such a blessing and you wouldn’t trade them for the world. “I think you might have a little bit of a pregnancy kink, babe. Not that I’m complaining.”

Pursing his lips thoughtfully, he finally shoots you a smirk. “Maybe a little bit of one, but you can’t blame me.” Marcus huffs. “The woman I love, carrying my baby that I planted inside her?” He groans quietly and knows you are aware of what does for him. “Good shit.”

“Suddenly feeling a little less like ice cream and a little more like you want to be back at the hotel?” You know you are, but that’s mostly a side effect of the way his voice has dipped down so low it sounds like it’s coming from his toes.

"I always want to be back at the hotel with you." Marcus chuckles. "But I promised our Theo ice cream and I'm not going to start breaking promises now." He hums playfully, leaning in and kissing your nose. "Besides." He moves his mouth over to your ear. "I can always eat your pussy while you eat your ice cream." He whispers softly, aware that it will make you drip with need.

“How do you expect me to act normal when you say things like that?” You pout at him fiercely, but only because you’re too big now to just climb him like a tree anywhere you want. “Inside. Right now. Before I decide to drag you into a cab and order ice cream from room service.”

His laugh trails behind you as you both enter the shop, groaning when the smells hit him. Nothing smells as good as fresh pastries and ice cream. "We can have it to go." He poses, his hand on your back sliding down to rest innocently on your ass.

"Yes. Yes we absolutely can." It's possible that Marcus has grown to love real Parisian patisseries as much as you do. There's nothing quite like it in the world. "Do you want to bring some things back to the room for our breakfast tomorrow since we're here?"

“Unless you want me to run back here while you are asleep?” Marcus offers, knowing how amazing everything is fresh. You have taken to lying in just a bit longer because of the baby.

"If you're willing, I'm never going to say no." Not that you would ever ask him to, but Marcus does like to make a fuss. And it's not just for you - he loves fresh bread and pastry with a fiery burning passion. "Pan au raisin right from the oven is almost as sexy as some of the dreams I have about you."

“You have dreams about bread that are sexier than me?” He pouts playfully and huffs at you.

"I said almost as sexy." You promise him, stepping up in line with him so that the two of you are next. "I know you eye the curves on those croissants, Monsieur Pike. No shame in loving carbohydrates in our family."

“It’s because they match your curves.” Marcus teases, sliding his hands lovingly along your sides.

"Mmhmmm." Your expression is dubious and fully amused. "And it has nothing at all to do with all those flaky, buttery, beautifully light layers in the croissants you love?"

“Mmmmh.” He ducks his head and kisses your neck. “You have buttery beautiful light layers.”

"I'm going to totally bypass how silly that sounds and go straight to sighing lovingly." Not that it's much of a stretch. Marcus putting his lips on any part of your body always makes you sigh. "But we should probably order," you nudge him away reluctantly, not trusting yourself to behave with the way pregnancy has you craving him even more than usual.

Snickering slightly, Marcus moves up to the counter and orders your ice cream and one of the pan au chocolates that he knows you will want, along with his own order. He’ll come back tomorrow for your breakfast and some tea.

The creamy, dreamy caramel ice cream is worth every single second you spend fighting the hot summer sun to lap it up before it melts on the walk back to your hotel. Marcus's free hand tangles with yours as you walk and even though your feet are going to be killing you by the time you get there, you're enjoying just being able to soak up the beautiful weather with him.

“What do you want to do when we get back to the room?” Marcus asks, knowing that despite your need for him at times, the baby sometimes makes the need for a nap greater.

"Dream scenario?" You bite back a grin and lick some ice cream off your finger. "Exhaust ourselves, take a nap, and have room service in our pjs later tonight."

“Reality?” Marcus asks with a grin.

A small laugh of admission passes your lips, and you shrug. "Reality is that I'll get exhausted a lot faster than you will, but it still sounds like a fun night."

“Doesn’t matter. Although, I told Ducasse that I would let you know that Chloe wants use to come over sometime this weekend.” He hums. “You let me know when you are feeling up to it.”

"How about I call her in the morning and set up dinner for Sunday night?" The last time you had had dinner with René and Chloe Ducasse and their kids, you had spent leisurely hours upon hours at the house enjoying their company. Somehow that seems like a perfect Sunday night to you.

“I thought you would choose Sunday.” It sounded like a perfect way to end the weekend and Saturdays have been reserved for just the two of you if work doesn’t interfere.

“As long as that’s okay with you.” Of course you would never pressure him, but if he didn’t want to have dinner with his colleague - your friend - and his family, then he would have said so.

“It sounds like a great way to end the weekend.” He assures you, happy to see the hotel in sight. He knows you love walking around Paris but you get so tired now and he doesn’t want you hurting yourself.

“Perfect.” Both dinner and the hotel on the horizon qualify as perfect, in your mind, and you hum contentedly. “I can’t wait to get out of these shoes.”

“I’ll give you a massage.” Marcus promises. The room has a small sitting area and he likes to sit on the love seat with you and rub your feet while you watch tv.

“What kind of massage?” You throw him an exaggerated, salacious grin and raise your eyebrows like a Marx brother.

“Well….” His own gaze turns lecherous, and he licks his lips in anticipation. “I was going to say foot massage, but I think your pussy looks really sore. Sitting down all day.”

“Oh yeah?” If you could, you’d practically be skipping up to the hotel in eagerness. “Is that more up your alley? Giving my poor little pussy some attention?”

“If you want.” Marcus leans in to nibble on your shoulder lightly. “Spread you out on the soft pillows and see how long I can slowly lick you until you cum. Soft and sweet.”

“And maybe more?” It’s less frequent than it used to be, with you more often being uncomfortable as the baby - and therefore your belly - gets bigger. But tonight, you know you wouldn’t be satisfied with just his tongue.

“Oh baby, I want to lay you on your side and put your leg over my hip.” Marcus promises you. “Let you feel how much I always want you.”

"Then why are we still two blocks away and not in our room?" The grin splitting your face is incorrigible, and you tug on his hand. "You know, exercise is very important for pregnant women."

His laugh is light and easy, happy that this is still palpable between you. He had heard that some women hated being touched during their pregnancy and he would have respected it, even if he hated not being able to touch you. Your pace speeds up, but he makes sure you aren’t trying to run back to the hotel. “Have to make room for dinner tonight.”

"Yes, exactly." You nod wisely, giggling as you shorten the distance between the two of you and your hotel with every long stride.

He can’t believe his luck. Here in the city where you had proposed to him, where you had conceived Theo on your honeymoon, you are now rushing back to your hotel room to spend another evening in each other’s arms. He grins at the street performer playing for tips and wonders why he ever thought it wouldn’t be Paris where you end up. He should have followed you then, but you could be damned sure he would follow you now.

******

It's supper time by the time you pull your car into the garage, tired from an extra day at work that wasn't supposed to happen. Since leaving the photography department of the Smithsonian to a director position that dealt with preservation of paintings, there have been significantly more 'emergency' days just because of the increased size of the collection that you oversee. But it doesn't matter that your back is screaming from bending over a worktable. It doesn't matter, because as soon as you get inside you'll have dinner with your husband and your kids and hop into your Halloween costume to take Theo and Amelia trick-or-treating. The fact that your kids' favourite holiday is on a Saturday this year means that the family is going all out, and even Marcus is getting dressed up to come out with you.

“I hear Mommy.” Marcus whispers to the kids, watching them giggle and their eyes widen happily, knowing you would be surprised. Even if Marcus knew that you knew the kids would be in their costumes, the kids felt like it was a surprise. Especially since Daddy had decided to dress up like Prince Charming to their Mommy’s princess costume.

Coming in through the front door, you sigh as you drop your purse on the table in the entryway and pull off your coat to hang on the rack. "Anybody home?" You call without turning around, never even seeing the house full of decorations. The only thing that's caught your attention is the smell of Marcus's homemade beef stew and possibly fresh bread - unless your nose is lying to you, which it never does when it comes to baked goods.

“In here!” Marcus holds up a finger to his lips to quell the torrent of giggles coming from the three- and two-year-old. “In the kitchen!”

His voice is coming from the opposite direction that you are facing, and you happily trudge a few steps in that direction before finally realizing what you're looking at. There are cardboard pumpkins decorating the archways, construction paper ghosts hanging from the ceiling fan, orange and black electric candles everywhere, and fake spiderwebs on the stairwell banner as well as dotted around the doorways with little plaster spiders inhabiting them like beacons of the holiday. When you turn the corner into the living room, Marcus is dressed head-to-toe in a full Prince Charming costume, little Theo is dressed as a bonafide medieval knight, and Amelia is wearing her sparkly red and orange dragon costume that will have a matching fire-themed trick or treating bag when you go out after dinner. Everyone is dressed to the nines and giggling with excitement when they shout "Surprise!", and you nearly fall over with delight at the sight of your beautiful little family. Even Cat Benetar is wearing a little cat-sized witch hat, though she is currently lazing in her bed in the corner.

"Ohhhh, look at all of you!" Your little girl is the first to leap forward, arms up and begging for a hug before you even get all the way into the room. "You all look amazing!"

“I a dragon – RAWR!” Amelia growls in your face, her little expression twisted up to be menacing but she just manages to be adorable. Marcus laughs and judiciously grabs the sword Theo is waving around so he doesn’t knock the flowers off the table.

"You're my favourite dragon in the whole world, baby girl." You promise her, laying a kiss on her cheek since her costume's head dress is covering the customary spot on her forehead. "And your brother! Such a valiant looking knight, Sir Theo."

The little boy beams at you despite temporarily losing his sword, seemingly unbothered by it at the moment. "Daddy matches you, Mommy!" He informs you excitedly, in case you haven't noticed.

"I can see that." When you turn your smile on your husband it's nearly blinding. "Prince Daddy looks very handsome in his costume."

“Hey sweetheart.” Leaning in, he gives you a kiss that has Theo huffing territorially and Amelia squealing in your arms. “Kiss me, daddy! Kiss me!”

“Kid swap.” You grin, pecking Marcus’s lips again before letting your wriggling daughter climb into her father’s arms and leaning down to pick up your pouting son to smack a kiss on his forehead. The sound of it always makes him giggle, and your children’s’ laughter is undoubtedly the best sound in the whole world. “The house looks amazing, guys! Did you have fun helping Daddy decorate?”

The chorus of “yeahs” are enthusiastic and loud enough to make your ears ring but Marcus had grown used to it. Not upset with his kids for being kids, loud and excited. “Now, we have to eat dinner before we go trick or treating.” That inspires pouts but Marcus winks at Theo and kisses Amelia’s cheek again. “Good thing too because I heard Mrs. Johnson is giving out fudgesicles.”

“Weawwy?” Amelia squeals in delight, as the toddler seems to forget that she was ever upset in the first place.

“Thank you for this, honey.” The dining room is barely seven steps away but you all take them slowly, both kids hanging on to their parents as you and Marcus move. “A museum visitor poked a painting with their glasses before the guard could stop them and a flake of paint came off. The staff panicked and went straight to calling me instead of any of the other staff.”

“Baby, how many times have you had to shoulder doing things because I got called in on a case?” Marcus scoffs, and sends you a reassuring smile. You are a team and sometimes it means he picks up the slack, sometimes it’s you, “all that matters is that you’re here for dinner and the candy haul.” Theo cheers at that, having been assured he can pick out a few pieces to eat tonight. Candy anytime is a celebration to a three-year-old.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t say thank you. This is exactly what I didn’t know I needed to come home to.” You lean over to kiss him before telling both kids that it’s time to wash up. All three of you wash your hands together in the big kitchen sink and you carry the tray of dishes and silverware into the dining room. It’s a long-practiced dance now, and within five minutes you’re all sitting down to Marcus’s amazing meal.

“After dinner, Mommy’s going to change into her Princess outfit while you guys and I get the wagon ready.” He tells the kids. They had insisted they didn’t want to look like babies with a stroller, but he knew that they would be tired within a few blocks. So the solution was the wagon.

“We’re going to go all around the neighborhood tonight, and then tomorrow we’re going to Auntie Angie and Uncle Harry’s house to watch movies and have dinner.” Your best friend said she didn’t want to do anything major for her birthday, but sitting the kids down in front of a Disney movie and making a stack of grilled cheeses with a vat of tomato soup for dinner was good in everybody’s books.

“Kick off for soup season.” Marcus grins at you, eager to tell you his news, but he wants to wait until the kids are distracted. Get your honest opinion.

"And birfday cake?" Theo's eyes widen at his father, not because of the small portion of beef stew that is being ladled into a bowl for him but because of the promise of cake tomorrow.

“I’m sure that Auntie Angie will have the most delicious cake for you to have a slice of.” Angie and Harry had been amazing friends to have close by and it was going to be sad to have to say goodbye.

"Yaaaaayyyy!" Both two little cheers make both you and Marcus laugh, and you tear a fresh roll in half for the kids to share before putting one in front of Marcus and taking one for yourself.

"So you guys had a good day?" Once your children start eating they are hyper focused, so it's a short chance for you and Marcus to talk.

The kids grunt, too busy eating to answer so Marcus decides to broach the subject. “I got a call today.” He tells you quietly “From Ducasse.”

"Oh?" Sometimes it's work and sometimes it's pleasure when you hear from René or Chloe, but either way it's nice to hear from friends. "Business or pleasure?"

“Business.” Marcus squirms slightly, adopting a slightly guilty look.

"Do they need you for a case?" It would be a shame for him to be away from home for a little while, but it isn't the first time he's had to travel for a case since the kids were born. He had brought back a Paddington bear stuffed animal for Theo from London while you were pregnant with Amelia, and goodies for the kids from Rome just six months ago. He was working more and more with INTERPOL and seemed to really enjoy it, so you fully encouraged it every time. Even if it meant missing him for a little while.

“More than a case.” Marcus draws out slowly, wishing that he had more time, but the kids will be done with their food soon. “René has been promoted.” He reveals softly. “And he wants me to join INTERPOL to help him.”

"Oh my..." You can barely keep yourself from cursing or shouting or even exclaiming, knowing that if you do the kids will immediately start asking questions. "Are you serious? Is it...is it a good position?" Breathless, you feel absolutely breathless. "Do you want to take it?"

“I would be the assistant director of the Paris INTERPOL division.” Marcus nods. “I’m never going to advance past my position here and it’s good, but the position is a twenty percent increase and we can live in Paris.”

"It's how much?" Practically hissing to keep your voice down, you can feel your eyes widen and the excitement start to build, and a quick glance at the kids shows that they couldn't care less about paying attention to you. "Baby, th—that...that's amazing." You place your hand on this thigh under the table and give it a gentle squeeze. "But do you want to take it?" If he says no then it's the end of the discussion. Even if you had spent plenty of time dreaming about living in Paris together over the last few years, the reality of anything is always different from the dream.

“I do.” Marcus has given it a lot of thought since the call, especially since the kids are still young enough to soak up a second language quickly. The idea of being able to travel across Europe on the weekends and let the kids live in historic places is a heady thought. “If you still want to go. I know you have your own career to think about.”

"There is a lot of work for conservationists in the area." It's not as though Paris doesn't have its fair share of museums and galleries, and private collectors to boot. But you bite your lip a little and squeeze his leg again, excitement starting to leak through. "But I've been thinking about going back to teaching." He knows that you loved the classes that you taught at GWU a few years ago, but you hadn't really brought it up recently. "The munchkins will be school age soon and I could have summers off with them. Even if the Sorbonne is a pipe dream for a professorship, American University of Paris has a wonderful art history program."

“I do think that professorships pay more in Europe.” He jokes. “Plus we will be able to travel around the continent on the weekends.”

"Look at you." He is lit up, giddy happiness written all over his face just like both times you told him you were pregnant. He's beaming with barely contained excitement. And although your voice is quiet, you know you're smiling a lot harder than you were just two minutes ago. "You've already been looking at real estate, haven't you?"

“No.” He huffs defensively, giving a small shrug. “René already said there is an apartment that’s about to go on the market in his building. I just asked how much it was going for.”

"René is trying to sweeten the deal." The building that the Ducasse family lives in is a converted mansion that has been split into three family-sized 'apartments' that are basically good-sized condos. They're stunning. "And he knows how much I love that building."

“He really wants me.” Marcus admits with a grin. “Even hinted that if I pushed, a housing allowance would be thrown in to sweeten the deal.”

"Holy...sugar." You swallow thickly and lean over to press a kiss to your husband's cheek. The gears are turning in your head, and you know what a move of this magnitude will take a lot of organization. "How soon does René need you? It will take a little while to get everything squared away here."

“Honestly?” Marcus grins. “I was thinking about us ringing in the new year in our new home?”

The smile that spreads across your face is gleaming, and when you glance at the kids you get just a snippet of their very involved discussion of whether or not knights ever ride dragons into battle or if dragons are strictly fellow soldiers. "Then I guess I better update my resume," you murmur, feeling the pull of undeniable excitement. "And we should start teaching these monkeys some French."

“Yeah?” Marcus’s matching grin gets even brighter. “It’s a good thing my own French has improved. As well as my Spanish.” He knew it wouldn’t take much to convince you, but he’s still excited about the prospect of starting a new adventure with you.

"It means the holidays will be a blow out this year." The last American holiday season will be one that both of your families will want to make a big deal out of. Especially if you're going to be moving before New Years. "It's going to be an amazing new chapter."

“I am thinking we invite mom and your parents here?” Marcus’s dad had passed away while you were carrying Amelia, but he was happy that his father got to meet his namesake.

"Definitely." In your seat it's easy to lean against him, breathing in the promise of something new. An adventure you'll take as a family. The family you were always meant to be. "I love you so much, Marc. And I'm so proud of you. Being headhunted by INTERPOL is a huge deal."

“It’s a notch in my professional belt for sure.” He won’t deny that. His time at the FBI has been very fulfilling, but he wants to balance work and life a bit more than the Bureau allows and INTERPOL allows for that. “But nothing is as important as the three of you.”

"The three of us are with you." You promise him. "Always."

He reaches for your hand, a habit that he has no interest in ever breaking. “Just one question.” He poses, staring at you seriously. “Do they have tequila in France? Or are we going to have to smuggle it in?”

"No, my love. We won't have to smuggle it in." It takes everything you have not to burst out laughing at the table, and you barely stifle it long enough to lean over and press a kiss to your husband's lips. "They definitely have tequila in France."

“Good.” Marcus winks at you. “Because you know I’m supposed to stop smuggling, not participate in it.” For a long time, he hadn’t been able to touch it, too much of a reminder of you. Since you’ve stormed back into his life like you had the first time he met you, Marcus loves the taste of tequila again. Almost as much as he loves you.

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starynightcreator · 4 months

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It's Not All Bad

Chapters: 7-8

Characters included: Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, and Steve Harington

Word Count: 4,887

No use of Y/N

18+! May be triggering to some!

Contains: Fluff, Angst, Kissing, Shy/ Anxious Reader, Sweet/Protective Eddie, Jealousy, Cursing, Alcohol use, Yelling, Heartbreak, Betrayal, & Friends To Lovers.

Summary: After a betrayal from your best friend and boyfriend, you find comfort in the arms of eddie.

Please feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments. This is my first story and I'm a little nervous.

!Must give credit when re-sharing/ sharing. Don't take credit please and thank you!

PART SEVEN:

“They never deserved someone like you in their lives and karma will kick them in the ass so hard they won't be able to sit for years. I’m sorry they did this to you, they are awful people. Wait, if you hate parties then why’d you invite me to this one?”

“You’re sweet Edd’s, you always are to me. Also thank you for that, you are always being so kind to me, honest, real, and what not..Haha well they definitely deserve it. Oh Umm. Because I wanted to spend time with you.”“ Don’t thank me Star, I'd do anything for you and I mean it. Star you didn’t have to go to a party to spend time with me. I would have come over here for a movie night or done something you enjoyed too.” “Well it’s probably good we went anyways. Even if I got hurt. I needed to find out at some point right? Besides parties aren't all bad there is music, it’s dark enough people don’t pay attention to you jamming out, and it’s fun if you got someone there you know. Wait, you would have?”“I guess you are right. Yeah that’s true, well we can jam out here if you want I don’t plan on leaving. Of course I would have.” You thought for a minute and remembered you installed color changing light bulbs and you had a few funky light things. “Okay but i’ll be right back.”“Okay i’ll be here.” You then come back smiling with a small box. “I got the goods!”“Is that so?” You then start taking things out of the box and plugging them in throughout the room. “Yes. FUNKY LIGHTS!” You then dim the lights and switch the lights to where they change colors with the beat of the music. “Wow, fancy setup you got here.”“Thank you.” You then hand your phone to Edds to pick the first song. “Hmmm let see.Let’s go with this one.” He had picked the one he caught you jamming to earlier but stopped when you got caught (Talking In Your Sleep by The Romantics) “You did not just do that.” “Do what?? I just started a song.” You were gonna say more but you'd rather just jam. So you’ll just sass him later. “Fineee. Turn it up then pretty boy.” The next song was your turn to pick and you picked Just Dance by Lady GaGa, Colby O’Donis. You started to forget you weren’t alone and you just started having so much fun. At one point Eddie just stepped back and looked at you as if you were the only thing he ever wanted to look at again. You eventually turn around and notice which made you blush. You’ve never seen that look on his face before. Sure you caught him staring before but you couldn’t really pin why tho. So you went to your phone to pick another song (Song now playing was So Sweet I Could Die by Lucia & The Best Boys) as Eddie seemed to zoned out. But all of the sudden. “Star?” “Eddie?” You turn around smiling thinking he was going to point out it was his turn but instead. “Can I be honest with you?” “Always.”“I know this may not be the best time to say it but I don’t know when it will. Smack me if you must but I'm going to do it anyway.”“Ok Edds and i’ll listen.”“I like you Star yes as a friend but I also like you more than that. I want to be able to call you my girlfriend…My Star. You are my world and you deserve more than the world. You don’t deserve to be treated like trash ever.” Eddie started to walk up to you until he was just close enough where you would have to look up a bit, but he still didn't get in your face. You were looking down tho due to nerves but Eddie wasn’t going to settle for the top of your head this time. So he grabbed your chin and gently guided your face to look back at his. Which is where he saw your red cheeks. Which made him smirk almost instantly. “Star? Are you blushing at what I just told you?” You swat his hand away and look to the side doing everything to avoid eye contact. “No. It’s just the lighting.”“Oh Star, you've never been good at lying just tell me.” You thought for a moment and you thought why hide it anymore your single and have no intentions on getting back together. You had fallen for Eddie pretty much since you met him. So why keep hiding how you truly feel. So you look down but at Eddie's hands and you just go before you back out…

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m4ndysk4nkovich · 7 months

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Bro it bothers me sm when ppl are like “Debbie turned out like her mother” or “lip turned out like Frank” or saying that any of the kids turned out like their parents bc they didn’t??? They each have their own struggles and faults, but none of them turned out like their parents as they all broke the cycle??? Idk ppl are just dumb and don’t understand the story 😭😭😭

ok so bee, i saw this ask and i was about to give a normal response to this but then i was like, yk what- fuck it, so here’s a whole ass meta post about generational trauma in shameless and why i also hate this.

(i’m so sorry in advance i’m just crazy)

generational trauma in shameless

shameless is a show that portrays a lot of serious topics, especially topics regarding dysfunctional families, substance abuse, and mental illness. one of those topics portrayed is generational trauma. as someone who comes from a dysfunctional family with a lot of generational trauma, i feel like shameless portrayed this so well.

the first generation to start this (that we really got information about) is frank and monica’s parents. we learned the most about frank’s parents, so i’ll start off there. we learned the most about peggy gallagher, frank’s mother (who- fyi, debbie was kind of named after since peggy’s real name is margaret and that’s debbie’s middle name, so that adds to the whole generational trauma thing but whatever), peggy was an abusive monster. she had four sons, and her least favorite was frank. this was very apparent. she treats frank (and monica, we know she hated monica even though we never saw them together) like shit, and in 4x11, we learn that she raped frank as a child. in season 2, she gets out after being in prison for around eleven years and found joy in humiliating frank + could’ve killed carl with their meth lab. she sucked. her husband was also bad. we didn’t learn much about frank’s father, but we know that much like his son, he was an abusive drunk. he used to make frank wear a dress and would beat him. frank had a very traumatic childhood, which definitely played into the way he parented his children and decided to spend his adulthood. we don’t know a lot about monica’s parents, but we know that frank says that monica’s parents ruined her. monica’s mother is mentioned once in 3x06, where she’s calling fiona and forgets who monica is. one can infer she had dementia or something like it, and it’s implied she died by season 7. speaking of season 7, that’s where we meet her father, bill. bill is a crude man who criticizes everything. we know that he had little involvement in his daughter’s life, and was a army man, making monica a military brat.

so, one abusive addict parent and one uninvolved parent. sound familiar?

i don’t think i need to explain much about frank and monica, but i will anyways. frank and monica made fiona on accident and monica didn’t want her, not long after lip was born, frank went to rehab and monica and clayton made ian. when debbie was born, frank wanted to sell her. when carl was born, monica left not long after. when liam was born, monica, yet again, left weeks later. monica is uninvolved, and frank isn’t necessarily uninvolved, but he isn’t really involved either. frank was the black sheep of the family and the least favorite. his father hit him (we’re lead to believe he was the only one who was hit) and he seemed to have had it pretty rough, maybe it’s just me, but when i hear that, i think of ian. monica and frank are both victims of their environment. being a military brat, monica most likely moved around a lot and felt very lonely. so, she found comfort in the lifestyle that was moving constantly, and didn’t really grasp the concept of two parents being there constantly. that, her addiction, and her disorder played parts in her parenting style. frank grew up humiliated and was smart, but became an addict and a drop out. he tried to improve his life on multiple occasions but failed each time. i will die on the hill that both frank and monica loved their kids, but not enough, not in the right way. something i feel very strongly about due to my own experiences is that you must heal before becoming a parent. growing up with unhealed parents puts you into a position nobody should be put it.

on the topic of growing up with unhealed parents, we have lip and debbie. lip and debbie both have hero complexes, and also both have always wanted nothing more than to have children. lip is an alcoholic, and one of the ways he copes with this and keeps his sobriety is by putting other people’s problems before his own. debbie is troubled, to say the least (it’s implied that she struggles with borderline personality disorder), and to cope with her crippling loneliness she self sabotages and prostitutes herself. in season 2, the possibility of lip being a teen dad was there and lip was willing to ruin his entire life for a kid that he wasn’t even sure was his. in season 3, he takes in mandy’s half-sister to save her from foster care. in season 8/9, he rescues xan and tries to become her guardian. ian describes him as the closest thing to a dad all of the gallagher siblings have ever had. in debbie’s case, from season 1 we learn about her caring nature. we see her care for her father, aunt ginger, and her babydoll. in the next season, she starts her own daycare and cares for those babies. she has wanted nothing more than her own family since her first appearance. she gets pregnant at fourteen and by fifteen, destroys a lot of her life for her baby. she likes feeling wanted and having a family and she loves caring for her daughter. (it’s also worth mentioning the similarities between frank and fiona and monica and ian, but that’s for another day).

so now, here’s the question: are lip and debbie frank and monica?

i’d say no. lip is still struggling with active addiction, by season 11, he is not recovered, he relapsed and the ending is so ambiguous (purposefully, every character’s ending was left up to interpretation) that we don’t really know what’s going on with him pre-11x12. but there is that scene where lip gives fred this speech about how frank was an addict, and gave lip alcohol as a kid, and now lip’s an addict. and lip tells freddie that he would never do that to him. i feel like that alone gives us the assurance that lip isn’t like frank (in that way). but is debbie monica? also no. many fans are inlove with the idea of debbie abandoning franny, it seems to be all they talk about, but as a self-proclaimed debbie expert (lol) i’d say that that’s blasphemy. debbie would go through hell for franny, and in 11x08 delivers a monologue about why she will never leave franny. that doesn’t mean she’s a flawless mother, she isn’t, but she’s also twenty. i think that the most confirmation we have that debbie isn’t like her mother is in season 7 when she loses franny. she goes through absolute hell over losing her child. monica gets franny back and claims to relate, but debbie (and viewers) can tell that it’s different. we know that the gallagher’s were taken away on multiple occasions, and we know that when monica found out her kids were taken from her, instead of coming home, she willingly signed the rights to them away.

anyways. i completely agree that they are not like their parents; are they like them in certain ways? absolutely. but i also fully believe that the two of them are breaking the cycle. fred and franny will grow up and never have to worry about having a roof over their heads, they will never worry about not having food in their stomachs, they will never find themselves without a parent for a year or two. they will, hopefully, grow up with no substance abuse issues and no mental health issues. hopefully.

#cw: rape #cw: abuse #cw: substance abuse #cw: generational trauma #shameless #shameless us #shameless meta #peggy gallagher #bill darrgen #frank gallagher #monica gallagher #lip gallagher #debbie gallagher #freddie gallagher #franny gallagher #you: sends a simple ask #me: *writes an entire essay*#in advance- i didn’t read this before posting because i’m too busy so if there are errors mb

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The Call Of Fate, Chapter 7

Loki entered the library one afternoon and found Jade in there, reading.

‘This is where you’ve been hiding.’ He chuckled and sat next to her on the sofa.

‘What have I missed?’ Jade asked, putting her book down.

‘Not much, Thor and Tony got into a fight during a training session. It got a little messy.’

‘Did you not try and break it up?’ Jade asked, though she was pretty sure she knew the answer.

‘Nah, it was rather amusing.’ Loki smirked.

‘Course it was.’ Jade laughed. ‘Anyone get hurt?’

‘Only their pride when Natasha dragged them out of the place by their ears.’

Jade sniggered. ‘I’ll need to watch it later on the security camera.’

‘It would be worth it.’ Loki chuckled. ‘Not practicing bass today?’

‘Nah, I like to take a day off from it every now and then. Let the previous days practice sink in a bit, when I’ve been trying out something different or a bit more complex, I like to let it settle in. Probably doesn’t make sense, but it helps me absorb it more and in result play better. Instead of over-practicing.’

‘No that makes complete sense. You sounded great last night though, couldn’t tell you were trying something different.’ Loki said casually, then his eyes widened as he realised what he’d just done.

Jade raised an eyebrow and turned her head fully towards him, her mouth agape. ‘You were watching me practice?’

Loki’s cheeks turned a bit pink and he looked incredibly sheepish all of a sudden. ‘I, uhh… might have been.’ He stammered as he rubbed the back of his head.

‘And just how often have you seen me practice?’ Jade asked, unable to hide a little smirk at how flustered he suddenly was.

Loki looked away and tried to re-compose himself. He coughed and then put on a serious face as he turned back to her. ‘Just that one time.’

‘Are you lying?’ Jade asked firmly and folded her arms over her chest.

Loki faced straight ahead, stayed still for a moment and said nothing, then gave her a side eye look which was all she needed to know.

‘I’m flattered, Loki. Though you don’t need to hide if you want to watch me practice.’ Jade laughed and nudged him with her elbow.

‘I thought you might have been annoyed or creeped out, so I got myself stuck in a little rut of keeping hidden.’ Loki admitted, relaxing more.

Jade smiled widely. ‘Well, if a God wants to watch me play, then I must be doing something right. No better compliment than that.’

Loki smiled widely. ‘You are very talented, cupcake. No doubt about that.’

‘Thanks. I just wish I could play with my band, they’re doing a gig on Friday night in the local, it’s always a hoot. Can’t beat playing live with them.’ Jade said with a little sigh.

‘I can imagine.’ Loki then trailed off in thought, he didn’t even hear what she said next.

‘Hey, you there, Loki?’ Jade poked his arm.

‘Sorry… I was just thinking.’

‘Ohh, dangerous.’ Jade teased.

‘Cheeky.’ Loki chuckled.

‘What are you thinking about?’

‘About what I want for dinner. I’m famished.’ Loki lied.

‘Of course you are, you’re always thinking about your stomach.’ Jade scoffed.

‘Obviously. A God’s got to keep properly fueled.’ Loki said as he patted his stomach.

‘I’d say you’re fueled up enough.’ Jade poked his stomach.

‘Oi.’ Loki glared at her and poked her back in her side, making her squeal loudly. ‘What on earth was that noise?’ Loki laughed and poked her a few more times to hear it again.

‘LOKI!’ She yelled and tried batting his hands away.

But he decided to grab and tickle her, getting more squeals and screams out of her.

‘You’re such a meanie.’ She gasped at him when he finally stopped, he was grinning wickedly.

‘You started it.’ Loki stuck his tongue out at her, making her roll her eyes. ‘Anyway, I have things to do.’

‘Like what? You just got here.’ Jade narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously.

‘Godly stuff.’ Loki shrugged.

‘Weirdo.’ Jade called after him, just earning a middle finger back in response.

It was a few days later and Jade was listening to music in her room in the early evening, when Loki just randomly teleported into her room, making her jump out of her skin.

‘Holy shit, Loki! You nearly gave me a heart attack!’ Jade screeched at him as she clutched her chest, her heart was racing fast.

‘Sorry, cupcake.’ Loki laughed.

‘What if I was naked or doing something private?’

‘Well, then I’d have had quite the feast for my eyes, wouldn’t I?’ Loki grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at her.

‘Perv.’ Jade laughed and threw a pillow at him, but of course he caught it before it hit his face.

‘I didn’t want the others to know I’m in here.’

‘Well that sounds… ominous. If you’re planning to kill me, at least make it quick. I don’t do well with pain.’

Loki smirked and walked over to her, he put his hand out towards her. ‘Call this a willing kidnapping.’

Jade raised her eyebrow, but she took his hand and let him pull her up to her feet.

‘Where are we going?’ She asked.

Loki said nothing as he put his arm around her waist and tugged her in flush to his body. ‘You’ll see. Now keep close.’

#Loki #Tom Hiddleston #Loki/ofc #Loki fic #fluffy Loki #the call of fate

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How Never Have I Ever Uses Music to Hint at the Future

I’ve always loved the way music tells a story, especially in movies and tv shows. These things usually go unnoticed unless you’re a college student trying to ignore homework on a Tuesday afternoon. I have been aware that NHIE has been whispering a secret story through its soundtrack for a while now but never had time to actually compile it into one monster of a post. So I’m doing it now!

This is where I try to convince you that the show has been hinting at Devi ending up with Ben all the way since season one. There are over 100 songs in the official soundtrack and of course, I can’t go through them all so I’ll just stick with the most important moments from all three seasons and lyrics that I think encapsulate the core message of the songs.

SEASON 1

The Pilot – Introductions

Paxton’s intro song (Dancing On My Own – Robyn) makes a lot of sense for both characters. It talks about trying hard to get someone’s attention and failing at it. It is a song with a dramatic, pulsating beat that plays over Paxton’s big entrance into Devi’s class.

I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her, oh

I'm right over here, why can't you see me? Oh

I'm giving it my all, but I'm not the girl you're taking home, ooh

I keep dancing on my own (I keep dancing on my own)

Ben is introduced with a softer melody (Rubia – Juan Wauters). It is in Spanish, a language I don’t speak as well so I won’t try to translate it but I will leave you with this Pitchfork review of it written by Steven Arroyo :

“Rubia” still succeeds wonderfully on these terms, a longing love letter to someone with a memorable nose in a far-away country…

Te guardo un lugar en mi corazon

No quiero irme, chequeo hora son

Me iré pensando que

Muy pronto contigo yo estaré

There is an important moment near the end of the episode when Devi goes to talk to Paxton (and asks him to have sex with her) in which Playing Games by Anna of the North plays.

I've been playing games with your heart

Left you thinking in the dark

Just to make you feel unsure

Then I know you want me more

This whole song is very interesting to me. The singer seems to describe a situation in which she has the upper hand in a relationship.

I’ve been playing games with your heart, so I know I’ve made my mark is a lyric I think perfectly shows Devi’s desire to enter a relationship. It is not because she actually likes Paxton. In fact, she doesn’t even know him yet. I think it tells of Devi’s reasons to have a boyfriend – to make a mark not just on him but the school, and her peers as well. She wants to stop being “invisible” as to somehow regain some power over her situation in s1 (the death of Mohan) as well as distract herself from it.

Episode 2

The song Dancing on The Limit (by Prizes) plays as Devi dreams of Paxton coming into her room to have sex with her. It is the first “love song” of Devi and Paxton which I find genius since it doesn’t actually depict reality.

I'm never gonna quit it

Back in love within a minute

We're dancing on the limit

But I love the way you're making me move

It is a fantasy, something Devi feels when she imagines what would be like to be Paxton’s girlfriend.

Episode 6

In Ben’s episode we get so much more insight into who he is, and not just that shell of an obnoxious overachiever he built for himself. We also get insight into his feelings for Devi when he is having dinner with the Vishwakumars where after choosing not to “nuke her back”, he actually has a fun time with her family as the song (Call Me by Sarah Rebecca) in the background goes :

Call me angel, I could save you

I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you

At the very end of the episode when Devi Venmos Ben so that he never has to “accept food from a pedo again” another love song can be heard (Lost – Boy Harsher).

I’m the one that holds you

In the middle of the night

I'm the one that wants you

Forever til we die

Episode 7

In this episode Devi and Paxton kiss for the first time to Fire For You by the Cannons which at first seems like a really sensual song… until you actually read the lyrics.

I could've died for you

How could you not know?

I was alive with you

But you brought in the cold

Was I being lied to? Wish I never met you

Started to regret you

Episode 10

Boys Like You - Kids at Midnight

We’ve reached my favorite NHIE song. I love the synths. I love the 80s vibe. I love everything about it (No wonder why that Malibu kiss got an MTV nomination).

Certainly the most interesting thing about this song playing during this scene is right as the camera lowers on Devi’s phone, we cut to Paxton leaving a voicemail with these lyrics in the background :

She said, "Boys like that should be in second place”

Now do with that what you will but this is the most intentionally placed lyric in season 1, in my opinion.

I know it hurts right now, one day you'll realise

There's no need to hide yourself from the world

All my life I've been hiding myself

Just waiting for a boy like you

SEASON 2

Episode 8

In the scene we see Devi apologize to Ben about the cheating when the song Up All Night by The Undercover Dream Lovers starts playing. The song is seemingly about second chances and not letting someone go. I thought the theme of driving was interesting considering Malibu.

Caught up on the freeway

You test my patience all the time

Find another exit, ooh

Blocking you from mine

Episode 9

Heat Waves – Glass Animals

During Paxton and Devi’s kiss Heat Waves plays and I have to admit the song as well as the scene are amazing. However, I’ve seen this song misunderstood by Daxton fans so much, probably due to the scene trending (mostly on TikTok where people enjoy quick content without much context).

The writer of the song, David Bayley says this about what it means, mentioning another song called Your Love : “They're both definitely two of the songs that are about relationships and sort of knowing that they're doomed,"

Bayley uses the term Heat Wave to represent an illusion of a highway mirage (the air that rises off asphalt on extremely hot days making it seem like the road is wet).

So the love that the writer describes is just like the heat waves – an illusion.

Now I gotta let you go

You'll be better off in someone new

I don't wanna be alone

You know it hurts me too

You look so broken when you cry

One more and then I say goodbye

Episode 10

GOLDEN – Running ; Ben comes into the girls bathroom to try and make Devi feel better after she is rejected by Paxton. As he is saying “When are you gonna to realize that that dick doesn’t deserve you” the lyrics playing are :

But I get these feelings

That I can't explain

It’s in my veins

being the underdog all the time

Hello Pongo – Summer Love

Another love song that plays when Ben and Devi see each other at the dance.

I've been lookin,

for you my summer love

forever summer love

Sam Smith – Love Goes

This song is – do you wanna guess? Not a love song. It is a sad one.

I hope you understand that I have to send you away

You may not understand, but I know that you will one day

You're broken, I know this

And if you knew it, you would love me a whole different way

But that's how love goes, goes

I also think it’s funny how just as Devi and Paxton are about to slow dance the DJ plays a different, more upbeat song which tells us they aren’t really that compatible with each other. They just never manage to catch that love song!

I wonder if season 4 brings us a Ben and Devi slow dance…

SEASON 3

Episode 1

Josha Daniel – Dream of You ; We finally get something close to a love song for Daxton in the first scene of season 3 even though it it pretty vague and repetitive.

We are never gonna waste our time again

I can't sleep when i dream of you

Ilo Ilo – Clementine ; Devi and Paxton almost have sex

Clementine

Trying to erase you from my spotless mind

Hit fast-forward but I'm stuck in rewind

Episode 3

Afternoon Bike Ride – Before The Fall ; Devi tells Nalini she and Paxton broke up

After an autumn of ends lеd to silence

Winters cloak covered the tracks of the tyrants

Spring couldn't bring on the promise of June

With no voice to sing and nothing to bloom

I found the mention of June interesting even if it wasn’t intentional because it almost seems like an answer to Heat waves (Sometimes, all I think about is you, Late nights in the middle of June).

Mel Blue – Finding You; Ben tells Fabiola Devi broke his heart

I lost you love

You lost you too

I lost myself

I’m finding you

Episode 5

Carla Morrison – Eres tú ; Ben and Devi say goodbye to each other after their bet at the coffeehouse

(I found a translation for this one)

Today I woke up wanting to kiss you

I have a thirst to caress you

Entangle myself with you and not let you go

You're so intoxicating

It's you

Episode 10

“Because I’ll miss you. A lot.”

“Wait. There’s the stomach knots.”

Jaguar Sun – Car Keys

Oh, how you've grown

Look back now

And move on

Don't worry, about a thing

Just grab those car keys

And drive into the rain

Another song involving cars, driving… I’m starting to think all of this makes sense! Also I love how the song mentions growth because Devi did grow so much in season 3.

Prinze George – Take off

Saw you in the living room

You were wild with light and I wanted you

Tried to do the woman thing

I was eager, young and abandoning

I would force you to love me

I would force you to stay

I would force you to love me

I would stand in your way

And you can't take off without me now

After Boys Like You this has to be my favorite NHIE song. It also has an 80s vibe to it and the two songs feel very much connected in my mind. The lyrics talk about standing in a lover’s way. Preventing them from leaving you and closing that chapter of their life.

I am still in your way

This lyric that appears later in the song shows that after everything that happened to them in season 4, they are still in each other’s way. They can’t forget about each other even after actively pursuing other people.

After analyzing so many songs, I really have to give credit to the show. Most of these were chosen so carefully to fit certain moments. You can really tell the show was made with a lot of intention and love, at least soundtrack wise.

As far as proving who the main couple (endgame couple, whatever you wanna call it) in season 4 is, to me that is pretty obvious even without the support of the soundtrack. I’m very curious about the songs we’ll get to hear in the new season and I also wonder if we will hear some old ones again.

Let me know what you think!

#never have i ever #never have i ever netflix #never have i ever season 4 #nhie #nhie s4 #nhie netflix #ben gross #devi vishwakumar #benvi #ben x devi #music analysis

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darkwaveho · 2 years

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Favors

Summary: Wanda steps in to make sure you have a special day.

Parings: Stoner!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: 18+, cursing, fluff, jealousy, angst, brief hurt-comfort, suggestive themes, Flirting, groping, start of smut, alcohol use, drug use, public sex, slight Voyerisum.

A/n: This part got long af, after this part I’ll most likely be taking a break from posting this series. Anyway, happy reading 🙃

Part 5 | | Part 7

Wanda was on a mission to cheer you up. she woke up bright and early spending the majority of her time in the electronics department at BestBuy making sure you had the best laptop with the best features. she also stopped by a flower shop picking up a bouquet of flowers that best described you. she thought about buying other things too, but she didn’t want to overwhelm you or make you think she was trying to buy your affection. No, she wanted that to come naturally. Yelena answers the door, releasing a sound of surprise. “Wands, what are you doing here?” Wanda scuffs at the young blonde.

“Can’t I just stop by to see my favorite Russian?” Yelena folds her arms and rolls her eyes.

“Your favorite Russian would be Natasha, now get out of my doorway.” she puts her foot between the doorway keeping it from shutting in her face. Yelena moves away from the door allowing Wanda to pass the threshold.

“So, what do you want?” Yelena says dryly before she suddenly perks up when seeing the bag and small bouquet of flowers in Wanda’s hands. “Are those for me? I love you Wands I truly do but I’m not into you that way, but I’ll gladly accept the gifts, platonically of course.”

She goes to reach for the items, but Wanda dodges her. “First off, ew. Secondly these are not for you. Idiot.”

“Well excuse me for assuming. Why show up here early in the morning with gifts in your hand if it’s not for me?” She ends her response with a raised eyebrow. She was slightly upset about not receiving anything. Wanda would get her something later. Yelena was like a little sister to her; she was also an exception to getting the Wanda Maximoff spoiling treatment.

“Is Y/n here?” Yelena drops her jaw, she knew you were entertaining someone, but she didn’t expect it to be Wanda.

“You and y/n? she didn’t tell me anything.” Wanda chuckles at the reaction.

“Well, she’s been playing hard to get.”

Yelena tilts her head smirking at Wanda’s confession of you not being easy to obtain. “Good for her.”

“Anyway, is she here?” Wanda says a bit impatiently.

“She’s in her room but I’ll warn you, she’s been in a shit mood since yesterday. something about her laptop and idiots.” Wanda bites her lip. would you still be upset with her even though she wasn’t the one that damaged your laptop?

Wanda nods her head and walks towards your room door. “Thanks.” before she can fully walk away Yelena grabs Wanda’s arm forcefully causing her to look down at the hold she had on her.

“Y/n is my best friend; I don’t care how long I’ve known you, if you hurt her, I will beat the last remaining functioning braincells you have in that brain of yours.” Wanda sets her jaw, she wouldn’t hurt Yelena, but she wasn’t too keen on threats; she didn’t care if Nat was her best friend. she settles for keeping her mouth closed. she only wants to see you not wanting to cause more conflict with another one of your friends.

Yelena releases her hold on Wanda and gives her a small smile. “Good luck Wands.”

Wanda knocks on the door waiting, you don’t even respond right away. maybe Yelena lied or maybe you left out and she just assumed you were still in your room. so, she knocks again rapidly. “Go away Yelena, I’m not in the mood.” you say through the other side of the door. your response comes out muffled which has Wanda going curious as to how bad it is on the other side of the door.

when it’s clear you aren’t coming to the door, she turns the knob finding your figure underneath your covers. well at least it adds more to the surprise she thought. you sigh from under the covers knowing Yelena would come into your room and drag you outside eventually. the bed dips as you wait for Yelena to start her rant about you fussing over materialistic things and how the library was still an option or how you can just save up and buy a new one that’s much cheaper and doesn’t have as much spec on it. you feel hands softly rub up and down your back soothingly.

“I’m here to make it all better princess.” you know that voice, you go stiff underneath the covers. maybe you were just hearing things, no way she was in your room right now sitting on your bed. until you’re proven wrong when she speaks again.

“You don’t want to come out? fine I’m coming in there with you.” you feel the right side of the covers slightly shift and you’re quick to jump up from the dark abyss you found yourself bound to since yesterday.

“What are you doing here??” you ask her with slight anger. “And how the hell did you get in my room?” you end your sentence by swatting at her figure on your bed. she stares at you unfazed by you whacking her, she’s eyeing your body slowly. “Nice Pjs princess.” she compliments your Sailor moon T- shirt you loved sleeping in and your sleep shorts. “Shut up.” she laughs at your pouting face. she wasn’t making fun of you she genuinely liked the shirt and you just looked so adorable.

“I think its sexy on you, but it would be even sexier if you had that shirt on the floor right now.” she wiggles her eyebrows playfully. she’s so lost in your appearance right now she didn’t see the force of the pillow you launched her way. “Answer my question, what are you doing here??”

“Ow, ow, calm down I came to check on you and Yelena let me in.” your eyes go wide at the thought of your best friend allowing her into your room. Wanda lets you know about the small conversation she had with Yelena, just so you wouldn’t be caught off guard.

“She uh... knows about us.” Wanda was searching for your expression; she didn’t find it because you were stuck trying to find out when you and Wanda even became an “us”.

“Wanda we’re not-” she cuts you off before you can finish.

“Here, I bought these to cheer you up.” you didn’t even notice the flowers sitting on your nightstand, and of course they were beautiful you had to admit Wanda had taste.

“Those are beautiful.” you softly whisper in awe of the vibrant hues.

“I knew you would like them, I put them together myself, just for you.” she says while leaning on one side of her arm. she’s been staring at you this whole time you’ve been freed from the depths of the sulking cover. you clear your throat trying not to get lost in those green eyes of hers.

“I have something else for you as well. even though it wasn’t my fault I still can’t have my princess walking around without one of these.” she sits a big bag on your lap.

“What’s this?” she just laughs at your curiosity.

“Open it and find out.” Did she buy you more panties? but this was much heavier than panties, you carefully peek into the bag and quickly snap your eyes back to Wanda’s confident gaze. “Wanda, I can’t accept this.” you push the bag into her lap. “You can and you will dekta.” she counters you and pushes the bag back into your hands.

“It was partially my fault for your damaged laptop anyway.” she plays with her rings, she felt guilty for what happened Daisy needs to learn some self-control, but she still wanted to make sure you had this. “So just take it.” you notice the guilt she’s expressing, and you’d be a fool to turn this away knowing you needed a laptop for film. “Okay.” you nod your head in agreement before placing the bag on the floor for you to set up everything later.

“I gave you the roses, can you show me the bud now?” She says biting her lip deviously. Only she can take a nice moment and ruin it with a sexually charged comment.

“Here, have it back.” you push the flowers into her chest

“Wait no, I was kidding, sorry.”

“No, you weren’t.”

“Okay I wasn’t but I didn’t mean to ruin the mood, I just have a hard time controlling my thoughts around you.” she says while nervously playing with her rings

“Yeah, I’ve noticed, thanks for the flowers, and for the laptop, that was very... sweet of you.” you swallow harshly and look away from her.

She perks up at your gratitude for the gifts.

“Go on a date with me?” She blurts out before you have the time to leave your seat.

“What?” You say taken back from her outburst. She fixes her posture, straightening her back. “I said go on a date with me.” You tilt your head and stare at her expectedly as she shifts under your hard gaze. “You know for someone always talking about manners you sure do lack them.”

“Wha- what?”

“You think you can ask me on a date because you bought me flowers and a laptop?”

“Yes?” she playfully grins after thinking it over for a few seconds. you think about it for a moment. what she did for you really was sweet, but you decided to give her a hard time anyway.

“I didn’t hear you say please.” you wait for her to respond. She opens and closes her mouth not knowing what to say she didn’t want to say please she never had to say please for a date. Hell, she hasn’t even been on a date in a long time. she prefers the one and done type of thing. But for you she would say it, only for you.

Wanda clears her throat. “Can you-” you quickly interrupt her. “That’s not how you ask a question.” her cheeks turn a light shade of red, was she blushing at you correcting her? Or was she just nervous?

“Y/n, will you go out on a date with me? Please?” She looks adorable when she’s not a raging horny demon. “This date doesn’t take place in a sex dungeon, does it?”

“Uh no, unless you want it to.” Wanda leans in closer to you. “I know a guy, but I’d much rather have you in the comfort of my own room.” Wanda didn’t want you to think she wasn’t serious, so she focuses back on the topic about your potential date. “I was actually thinking about taking you out somewhere chill and fun and just talking?”

You stand from your bed, Wanda panics as she follows suit. What did she say this time? “So, we go out and just talk? No other ulterior motives?” you size her up wanting to see if she was bullshitting you right now. the words date and Wanda didn’t go together. everyone knew that. Or anything having to deal with commitment.

“Um no, I just want time with you and to know you better.” she looks away avoiding your eye contact why the fuck was this so hard for her to do?

You send her a small smile “I’ll think about it.”

she huffs. “What’s there to think about? you can’t tell me you don’t like me. that proved wrong when you had your knuckles deep in my-” you cover her mouth not knowing if Yelena was still home or if she was listening in on your conversation, being the Nosy person, she was.

“Okay, I get it, but I just don’t know about you. From what I hear and from what I saw you’re not a relationship person.” you sit down on your bed once more. as Wanda steps in between your legs.

“Like I said you’re different.” was all she said to your previous concerns. you stare out in the open trying to scope her out to see if her intentions are pure. Despite what happened between you two a year ago, you can move past that and give her a fair chance. could you go on a date with her and not get attached like the others? or would you want more? While lost in thought Wanda grabs your face bringing your focus back to her.

“Go. on. a. date. with. me.” She presses you further as she asks you again. you sigh rubbing your face as she awaits your answer. when she’s met with silence she quickly comes up with another plan.

“Fine, I have no choice but to bring out my secret weapon.” you pinch your brows watching her intently.

“Wanda, what are you doing?” she crouches down and drops on her knees in front of you.

“You want me to beg?” she says while softly rubbing your bare legs. “Please.” she ends her plea with a soft kiss to your skin and lays her head down on your leg.

“Okay, fine.” you couldn’t deny her right now, not after seeing her on her knees touching you like this.

she perks up “seriously?”

“Yes, now get up before I change my mind.” she quickly stands to her feet just staring down at you.

“Uh Wanda, I have to get dressed.” She nods her head but doesn’t move an inch from her spot.

“Meaning you need to get out so that I can do that.” Her face falters a bit from your response.

“I’ve literally seen your pussy already, is watching you get dressed that big of a deal?” You throw a pillow at her. “Get out.”

“Fine, but don’t have me waiting too long.” She says while closing your bedroom door. When you finally get yourself together, closing your room door behind you. You find Wanda on the couch biting her nails. “You ready?” Wanda looks up at you.

“No, I’m still getting ready.” You speak. Words dripping with sarcasm as you stand there with your purse. “You’re cranky in the mornings, I’ll get used to it though.” She smirks not taking offense to the sarcastic remark. She also notices the purse you have draped across your chest.

“You don’t need that baby.” She points towards you. “It’s my treat, just leave it.” You don’t even argue with her you just take your ID out and stash a few bucks into your pocket just in case things go horribly.

When Wanda sees you put the purse down, she stands up and grabs your hand leading you out the door you didn’t even check to see if Yelena was still in her room or if she left. “So, where are we going, Maximoff?” You turn to her curiously.

“I have no idea.” she shrugs her shoulders.

“So, you asked me on a date and didn’t have an exact place you wanted to have said date at?” She hums in acknowledgment. “Yup exactly.”

you scuff in slight disapproval. “Wow.”

“What? it’s called being spontaneous, I promise you’ll have fun.” She reaches for your hand and squeezes it for reassurance at first which then turns to her linking her fingers through yours, it takes a second but when you follow suit Wanda smiles to herself. You were actively choosing to hold her hand.

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When Wanda leads you to a suspicious building the first thought in your mind was that she was actually crazy enough to bring you to a sex dungeon for a date. She notices your apprehensive expression. “Relax, you’ll see when we go inside.” She holds the door open for you and you reluctantly walk inside. When you’re met with a rusty metal elevator you turn back to Wanda.

“Okay, now this is getting weird, where are we?” She laughs at you and your panicking expression.

“Calm down, once we take this elevator we’ll be there. Trust me.” She squeezes your hand to ease your nerves. You both stepped inside the elevator and of course it was on the top floor whatever ‘it’ is. The sound of the run-down elevator had you internally panicking. You shift closer to Wanda without realizing and Wanda tries to contain her excitement. She settles for rubbing her thumb across your hand soothingly as you both wait for the doors to open. Cool air, bright lights and comforting music.

You turn to Wanda. “Go-karts?” She smiles at your reaction and hums. “They have more than just go karts. Is this okay? We can go somewhere else if you-“

you stop her from rambling. “It’s perfect.”

“Okay, you want to take a look around or get straight to losing the race?” You gasp. “Me? Losing? Not a chance Maximoff.” she grins at getting you to bring out your competitive side.

“Are you cocky at everything?”

Wanda leans in close to your face.

“I’m not cocky, I’m just that good.” you hum in acknowledgement an lightly oush her away. you feel yourself becoming more comfortable around her. “I’m a visual learner, so let’s see just how good you are.” Wanda was caught off guard. were you two still talking about racing? You take a moment to look around, only you and Wanda are present.

“Are we the only ones here?” She smiles shyly before answering. “I know the guy who owns it and asked if he could close it to the public today.”

“Look at you Cassanova, pulling out all the stops for little old me? or do you always do this for girls you have your eye on?” she grabs your hand leading you further into the place.

“First off, I can pull out way more stops for you if you let me, secondly and most importantly I’ve only ever done this for you, no one else.” you search her eyes seeing if her words hold any truth to them, when you don’t find any reason to question her you walk towards the station of the go karts.

“Ready to get your ass kicked?” you smirk at her as you grab a helmet from the rack. The race was actually competitive between you two, causing a draw in the leaderboard for wins. Wanda proposes a bet. that whoever wins the next race gets whatever they want, she of course wanted a kiss. you didn’t know what you wanted but you accepted the bet anyway. Wanda was desperate to win, not for the actual leader board but just to feel your lips on hers once more. so, she cheated, that’s right Wanda bumped into your car causing a spin out just as you were about to win the race.

“You’re a goddamn cheater.” you say with annoyance clear in your voice.

“Aww don’t pout, you put up a good fight. but like I said I’m just that good.” she smiles smugly as she takes the helmet off. she leans forward with her eyes closed waiting on your lips to meet hers. you lean in close, causing her breath to hitch with excitement, until you take a detour and land your lips on her cheek. she stands there with her lips parted and a slight frown on her face. “Aww don’t pout, you never said where you wanted the kiss.” you pat her cheek as you walk towards the games.

“You’re mean.” Wanda shouts as she follows after you. The rest of the time was spent playing the old arcade games, talking, eating junk and Wanda winning (Stealing) prizes for you.

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when you two decide to call it a day. she walks you to your door holding the insane number of stuffed animals she carried all the way here. you offered to take a few in your arms but she insisted on her being the one to carry them. “I can take them now since I’m home now.” you reach for the stuffed animals before Wanda turns away from you. “Nu uh, I’m going to take them in for you and place them in your room personally.” you give her a ‘really’ look. she shrugs and makes a valid point.

“You still have to open the door baby.” you turn around and unlock your door. letting Wanda in first, she passes you and makes her way to your bedroom. she sits the prizes in your bed and reenters the living room watching you intently. she meets you by the doorway, you speak up first “I had a great time today.” she smiles widely, you don’t remember ever seeing her smile like this, you want to see more of it.

“I’m glad. can’t wait for the next one.” she nods her head in confirmation. you laugh at her cockiness; she was so sure she would get another date. “Anyway, I’ll see you later Y/n.” she tries walking away from your door quickly, but you grab her hand stopping her movements. she looks down at your hands linked together. “You forgot something.” she pinches her brows thinking about what she possibly could’ve forgotten. did she leave one of your prizes at the go kart place? she so lost in her thoughts you can see the inner turmoil occurring. you decide to put her out of her misery and crash your lips onto hers. it takes a moment for her to kiss you back with her being caught off guard. the kiss is firm and slow which is surprising with how badly she’s been wanting to kiss you all day. you both pull away breathless. “What was that for?” she says.

“I felt bad for finding a loophole in our bet.” you shrug but really you wanted to kiss her just as bad as she wanted to kiss you. How could you not after everything she’s done for you today. she narrows her eyes at you not believing your reasoning.

“Are you sure it was just because of the bet and not because you wanted to kiss me?” you playfully roll your eyes and back into your room slowly closing your door.

“Bye Wanda.” she slots her foot in the door before you can fully close it on her. “See you later?” she asks again more like ’another date earned?’ you lean your head against the doorframe barely containing your grin.

Seeing her nervousness, you give her a break and you lean forward once more pecking her lips for reassurance. you nod your head once. “See you later.” you say indefinitely and close the door on her before she persuades you with letting her in with those green eyes you love so much. Wanda walked back to her apartment on cloud nine and this wasn’t the effect of her smoking. no, this was something much better. you. she’s already accepted the fact that you were her new addiction and she’s going to wear that with pride.

you enter your room arranging the stuffed animals and finally opening your new laptop to set it up before your door springs open with force. “You little sneak! how could you not tell me you were seeing Wands?? is that why we didn’t see you for the rest of the party the other day?”

“First off, you ever heard of knocking? and secondly, I’m not seeing her she’s just very persistent.” Yelena hums agreeing with you as she sits down on your bed scoping out the scene. “She’s never had to be persistent with anyone y/n.” she gasps once she finally lays her eyes on the new tech sitting on your bed. “Is that new? Did she buy that? Is that what she had this morning?” you laugh at her rambling questions, she really was nosy.

“Yelena, slow down and maybe mind your business.” you giggle at her pouting face. “The answer is yes to all of your many questions.” she smacks her lips and mumbles under her breath “You are my business bestie.” you look up at her narrowing your eyes, she wants something from you. “What is it this time?” she places her hand over her chest taking offense to your response.

“Why do you automatically assume I want something? Can’t I just make small talk with my best friend.” you hum. ‘Yeah, except you don’t like small talk so what’s up?”

she sighs and places her hair behind her ears. “Okay, we’re going out tonight and I want you to go out with us.”

you think about it for a second. “Hmm I don’t know I was going to set up my laptop and finish studying for my film quiz.” Yelena makes a nauseating noise. “Yuck stop studying so much and have fun with your bestie, c’mon.” she bumps your shoulder to persuade you more. you roll your eyes and close your laptop. “Fine, let me take a shower and get dressed.” Yelena shows gratitude and leaves you to get ready.

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You were on the dance floor three shots in, letting all your stress dissolve away as you danced into this stranger. you were so wrapped up in the music and you were a little buzzed to notice the absence of the stranger’s body behind you or the voice that ran it off. “Get the fuck away from her before I break your damn knees.” the stranger backs away without a fight. you feel hands on your waist again, but this was different from before this hold felt familiar.

“When I said see you later, I wasn’t expecting to see you so soon, but I’m not complaining.” she husks in your ear drowning out the loud music. you stop dancing much to Wanda’s disappointment and turn around facing her.

“I didn’t know you were going to be here.” you shout over the music. “Natasha dragged me here.” you laugh and nod at her being in the same situation as you with Yelena dragging you here tonight.

“So, were you looking for someone in particular tonight?” you were just joking around with her, wanting to see her response. “What? No, I only came because Yelena told Nat that you’d be here.” she bites her lip finally eyeing your outfit very different from your casual clothes from your date earlier today.

“You came to see me even though you saw me like 2 hours ago?” you tilt your head curiously, you really wanted to know. you wrap your arms around her neck gently pulling her into you. she stumbles a bit but never looks away from your eyes.

“Yes.” her breath softly hits your lips. you smile and quickly turn around as the song changes. You make sure to grind your ass into Wand’s front. you really been catching her off guard lately maybe she wasn’t as prepared for you as she thought.

Kate notices you on the dance floor with Wanda and she practically chokes on her drink. “Slow down Bishop.” when Kate is down coughing up a lung, she pulls Yelena for her attention. “When the hell did that happen?” Yelena shakes her head. “I have no idea, but I found out today, Honestly I thought she was banging Daisy, but it turns out Wands has been chasing Y/n. Which is totally out of character for her.”

Kate snaps her head to Yelena. “You think things are getting serious between them?” Kate asks, her nerves were about to make her pass the hell out right now, she didn’t think you would form a relationship with Wanda, she thought you two were just going to fuck and move on. “Wanda bought y/n a new laptop, flowers, and took her out this morning, they just got back only 2 hours ago. She’s never done this for someone before. I’d say that’s pretty serious Kate.” Yelena ends the conversation with telling Kate she’s going to get another drink. As Kate sits alone in the booth she thinks to herself. she’s got to tell you about Wanda. she’s got to tell you about what she did herself. your best friend betraying you. Thinking about the outcome of Kate telling you the truth she’s sure you were going to hate her and never talk to her again, was she prepared for that? she feels sick not really wanting to enjoy this outing right now with this new information.

You dance with Wanda until you both need a break, she offers to buy you a drink and you accept, telling her to take it to the table and wait for you to return from the restroom. she offers to come with you, but you know better. you know if she goes with you, you won’t be coming out of there for a while. Plus, you know self defense and your father had you take up boxing as a child. Wanda agrees to just head back to the table after much convincing she was very strong about escorting you to the restroom. Wanda sits at the table with Kates intense gaze set on her.

“Where’s y/n?”

“Oh, she’s in the restroom.” she takes a moment to really look at Kate, she didn’t look well. “Hey, Katie are you alright you look sick over there.” Yelena looks at her friend with concern.

“Wands is right Kate are you okay? you didn’t pick your drink up after sitting it down again, did you?” she grabs Kates face looking at her pupils.

Kate shakes her head no. “I just don’t feel very well right now. I’m gonna go.” she says while looking at Wanda. Wanda can sense the panic coming from Kate and she swears if she messes everything up for her after everything, she did it would not end pretty. Yelena goes with Kate and tells Wanda to let you know what happened. as Yelena walks Kate down the stairs from the booth she looks back to Wanda maybe she can sense the silent plea for her to tell you everything instead. Wanda ignores it and sips from her drink waiting for you to step out of that door.

While in the stall you hear stumbling and muffled voices. Of course, someone would fuck while you’re in here, you try to get through things as quickly as possible not wanting a public show. you stop your movements when the sudden sound of the stall and the moans are loudly echoing through this public room. you finish your business flush the toilet and as you were washing your hands you hear cries of pleasure and the name repeating over and over.

Natasha. you won’t lie and say you haven’t thought about it. Was Wanda as ruthless as Natasha was? you’re pulled from your thoughts when you hear her prey change name titles repeating the word. Daddy. unnoticed to you Natasha can see you through the crack of the stall door she’s been watching you watch this door this whole time. did it spur her eagerness on even more? The answer is yes. she knows Wanda has claimed you already and she would never stab her best friend in the back so this was the closest she could get to fulfilling her desire of fucking you. she even whispered in the random girl ear to call out her name and she wanted to push further making the girl call her daddy just so Natasha could see your reaction. you shake your head trying to push away the intrusive thought and leave the restroom.

When you leave the restroom walking back to your table you stop in your tracks not seeing Yelena and Kate anymore you search for them briefly before you catch sight of another red head sitting in your seat next to Wanda. Jean. Where the fuck did, she come from? And more importantly why is she practically sitting on Wanda’s lap?

“I haven’t seen you around lately Wanda.”

“Yeah, I’ve been busy.” Jean hums and leans forward giving Wanda a better view of her chest.

“Busy with what?” Wanda smirks up at her, she was trying to be nice hoping she could take a hint, but she was really starting to annoy her, she hated needy whores. she hated them unless she was fucking them while being needy but being needy in public? definitely a turn off.

“Not what, more like who.” Jean blinks her eyes with surprise she hasn’t heard anything about Wanda having a new plaything so she had to be lying just so she could have Jean begging for her attention, begging to be fucked. You walk towards the table with your jaw set. Wanda is brought out of her intense stare down with Jean as you approach.

“Hey, Princess!” Wanda tried to speak calmly to you, but her nerves got the best of her even though she wasn’t doing anything shady. she knows this isn’t a good look and she can tell this moment was now ruined because of Jean.

Jean follows Wanda’s gaze. when her eyes land on you she studies you for a moment and tilts her head before speaking. “Hey, I know you, right? You’re Yelena.”

“No, I’m y/n, Yelena is my best friend.” She has a look of fake realization; she knew your name.

“What’s your name?” She laughs like that question should be obvious. You wait expectantly for her to answer.

“Jean.” When you don’t have an expression after hearing her name, she pushes a little further. “Jean, Grey.”

you hum and point next to her. “Mind handing me my jacket Jane.”

“You ready to leave?” You ignore Wanda as Jean hands you your jacket. “You two have a nice night.” you say as you walk away from the table. “Yeah, you too.” Jean waves her hand dismissively as she turns her attention back on Wanda.

“Y/n, wait!” Wanda grabs her jacket and quickly stands from her seat. Jean stops Wanda ‘s movements by grabbing her wrist. “Why are you chasing her? when I’m standing right here?” Jean says, turning on her seductive charm. Wanda was not interested, not after she’s been with you. you consumed her thoughts and her dreams, and she’d be damned if she let Jean or anyone else ruin what she’s worked so hard for.

“Jean, I’m only going to say this once, fuck off. I’m not interested.

“You were interested before, in fact I’m pretty sure I’m the only girl you had on your list that you’ve fucked more than once.” Wanda snatches her arm away from Jean’s grip.

“That was then, this is now, and besides I only continued fucking you because I was bored, You’re not that great, I’d find some humbleness if I were you.” Wanda ends her response by running after you, hopefully you didn’t get far. when she walks outside of the club she sees you approaching a car, most likely an uber you called. she quickly makes her way over to you and closes the door before you can enter.

“What the fuck?” you turn around facing Wanda. “Hell no.” before quickly trying to get into the uber. “Leave me alone, go back to Jean.” Wanda closes the door again before the driver speaks.

“Hey, are you getting in or not? I can take other calls, you’re holding me and my time up.” Wanda dips down to the passenger side window.

“Well, get the fuck out of here then.” he lets out at sound of disapproval before speeding off. “Why would you do that? now I’m going to have to take the bus!” you push her before storming down the sidewalk, you don’t get very far as Wanda picks you up unexpectedly and traps you between the brick wall of the building.

“I don’t want her.” she pants as she gently pulls you back into her. “Do you really think I would go through all this trouble for you. Just to fuck Jean again? when she practically throws her pussy at me?”

you scuff. “Thanks, that’s reassuring.” okay maybe that wasn’t the best way to reassure you. “Sorry, I’m just saying I only have eyes for you, I promise. now can we finish having a good time? how about we continue our date?”

“You really want to continue the date here?”

“No, not here.” She shakes her head no.

“Are you really trying to get a two for one date with me, Maximoff?” she laughs.

“Technically it’s our fourth date, the two times in the coffee shop count.” she playfully grins at you.

“you’re crazy, but I suppose you’re right.” you bump her shoulder.

“Let’s get going on our date then.” she grabs your hand and leads you down the street. the walk to your next destination wasn’t awkward, at all which Wanda was grateful for. she thought after the Jean incident she blew her chance with you. when you look up and notice that you’re standing in front of Wanda’s place you turn to her with confusion.

“What are we doing here?”

“We’re going on our final date for tonight, silly.”

“Our date is at your place?”

“Yes, c’mon it’s just going to be chill.” entering her apartment you notice the mess that was once in her living room area is gone, she cleaned her apartment. did she know she would get you back to her place or did she do this on her own free will with no motive involved? Wanda closes the door and moves to her kitchen. “You can sit on the couch while I get everything ready.”

you stop in your tracks at the new object in her living room. “You got a new couch?” she smiles from the kitchen area. “You noticed; do you like it?”

“It’s nice.” is all you say, refraining from talking down on her old, busted couch from before.

“Yeah, I figured it was time for a change and threw the other one out.” she wasn’t just talking about the couch right now, she wanted to change for you. you hum while taking your jacket off and finally sitting on the couch.

you reach for the remote on the table turning the tv on to see something you never would expect to see. “Dick Van Dyke? I had no idea you were such an old lady.” she approaches the couch holding a tray with two bowls of ice cream, different toppings, and brownies. she sits the tray on the table.

She gasps at your remark before playfully hitting your shoulder. “I am not old, that’s a classic.” You hum. “Yeah, an Old lady classic.”

“Whatever.” she playfully rolls her eyes and sits down next to you finally turning on an episode and shifts her attention back to the dessert on the table. “Here, I thought we could have some ice cream and make our own sundaes. I also made you these brownies.” she says shyly, you had no idea how she could be bold and confident one minute and then shy and timid the next, but it really made her adorable.

“You made them for me?” she nods her head yes not fully trusting her voice to speak just yet. she grabs the container and holds it out for you to try.

“Try one.” you grab a brownie out of the container and break a piece off and popping it into your mouth. she awaits your approval or disapproval of her baking skills when you moan from satisfaction, she releases a breath of relief.

“You like them?” you nod your head. “See I told you mine were better than the ones Caramel gave you.” she didn’t lie, these were much better than the brownies you liked at the coffee shop, but Wanda wouldn’t be Wanda if she didn’t let her jealousy show.

“Her name is Carmen.” you know you annoyed her with the correction by how fast she clenched her jaw and turned back to the tv screen. she was being a big baby you weren’t even interested in Carmen that way she was just really nice.

“You aren’t going to have a brownie?” you tilt your head at her waiting for her to turn toward you, it takes her longer than you’d like so you grab her face turning her to you gently. she faces you with raised eyebrows, as you hold a piece of brownie out for her to take. she takes it and bites into the brownie before her expression is replaced with something playful.

“I’d much rather watch you eat them.” she holds up the piece she’s bitten into up to your lips. “Open.” you obey and as the brownie passes you lips Wanda’s thumbs gently rubs against your lips. she desperately wants to push past your lips and have you suck on her thumb. you secretly wanted her to shove her finger in your mouth and it came as a surprise when she didn’t. you can tell she’s been trying to control herself all day, which you’re very appreciative for but it also made you horny, just seeing how much she’s willing to do for you. you want to show some sort of gratitude, so you hold her hand and kiss her thumbs that’s against your lips, she stops her movements as she turns into a blushing mess.

“We should eat this ice cream before it melts.” she says, avoiding your eye contact. you smile to yourself before agreeing with her and you both settle into comfortable conversation about the show’s episode. somewhere doing the conversation you both agreed to sitting on the floor instead to eat the dessert. You turn towards her again; this question has been running through your mind all day. “Wanda, was it true what Daisy said about your father?” She slowly turns to you without saying anything. She stares at you for a moment, maybe you shouldn’t have asked you can obviously see this was a sore subject. You didn’t mean to pry you just wanted to know her better.

“He uh didn’t particularly care too much about colors on canvas or whatever, he said I was wasting my time and that I should find another profession to go into.” She sighs and rubs her face in anger. “He stopped paying for my tuition when I told him I wasn’t changing my major.” She shrugs nonchalantly as if it wasn’t tearing her up in the inside of not having her father’s support.

“Is that why you started selling?” You dip you head trying to find eye contact. She clears her throat; you see the pool of tears starting to form in her eyes. They disappeared just as fast as they came, and she focuses back on the tv.

“Can we just go back to our date and talking about me being an old lady.” She giggles nervously, and you nod your head yes. You don’t want her to feel uncomfortable for sharing with you, so you link your fingers through hers for comfort. She’ll tell in you in more details when she feels comfortable. You both fall back into previous banter without any problems which Wanda is grateful for. you have an idea, something that can take Wanda’s mind off of you question. “Wanda?” she hums waiting for you to continue. when you don’t, she grows concerned and turns her head to check on you.

“You want to smoke?” you tilt your head giving her smug smile, you know she wants to smoke, and you know she’s been dying to smoke with you. “Fuck yes.” she jumps up grabbing her rolling tray, she thanks the weed gods for her already having a blunt rolled. it was only half of a regular blunt, but she’d have to make it work. she lights it and places it up to your mouth. you take the blunt between your lips instantly. you didn’t smoke often but when you did there was always a crazy situation happening. Wanda can watch you smoke all day; she didn’t even notice you holding the blunt back out for her to take. Too entranced in your beauty.

“Take the blunt Maximoff and stop staring.” you say it in a playful way of course, she picks up on it and takes a hit. Wanda smokes more of the blunt than you do but then she looks up at you after taking a hit bringing you face close to hers and blowing smoke in your face. she laughs at you annoyed looked and when she nears you for a second time, she kisses you. you kiss her back when you feel smoke invade your lungs.

you go wide eyed and pull away from her briefly coughing for a minute.

“You asshole.” You hit her shoulder as she laughs at your baby lungs. As Wanda finishes the blunt on her own you go back to talking about your favorite shows and eating the remainder of the brownies, you don’t even notice how late it is. Wanda was making a mental note to remember everything that came out of your mouth. High or not so could remember anything that came from you.

“I’m not hating on the show, it’s just; I can’t get into it with the black & white filter. plus, it just reminds me of the shows they have on in nursing homes whenever I visit my granny.” you laugh at Wanda’s defensive expression.

Wow, you really disrespecting my comfort show huh? what’s yours?” She already has a feeling about a possible option, but she really wants to know more.

You think about it for a second. you had a lot of shows that brought you comfort but you narrowed it down between your two favorites. “Between Buffy or Charmed.”

she stares at you for a moment before speaking again. “You’re such a nerd.”

“Whatever.”

“No, I think it’s cute.”

“I’m not a nerd.” you say grinning playfully, you were an undercover nerd. no one really knew about your nerd activities. “That sailor moon T-shirt says otherwise baby.” you throw a couch pillow at her which causes a slight pillow fight between you two.

The fun suddenly ends when you feel cold and sticky. The ice cream bowl knocked over on to you. you gasp in surprise and Wanda moves away from your quickly noticing the problem. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Oh, shit! Yelena is going to kill me; this is her shirt.” Wanda would be lying if she said she wasn’t jealous of you wearing someone else’s clothes.

“Hey, don’t worry I can wash it and she’ll never know. just let me go get you a shirt and I’ll be back.” you nod your head in agreement, as Wanda leads you to the back of her apartment where her small washing machine and dryer were located. Wanda goes into her room searching her drawers for the perfect shirt. you wait until she leaves to remove your shirt. when Wanda finally finds the shirt, she wants to see you in, she turns to her cracked door and the display of you in your black lace bra is enough for her to combust right then and there and she can only see your back. you stand there facing her washing machine wondering what’s taking her so long to find a shirt. you were just about to ask her If everything was alright before you felt her presence behind you.

“About time you-” your words stopped in your throat when you tried turning around to face Wanda. she held you in place. “I really tried to be on my best behavior princess, but I don’t think you know what you do to me.” she husks heavily in your ear. she sounds like she’s been running a marathon and all she did was search for a shirt.

“Did you find the shirt?” you clear your throat and try to change the subject, but Wanda wasn’t having it.

“Forget about the damn shirt.” Her hands start to roam your body. her lips peck your neck. her teeth graze your skin and her tongue glides over the stinging pain.

”Wan-” every move she makes has you damn near cumming on the spot especially with your heighten senses from smoking. it kicked in rather fast you weren’t a pro like Wanda but you could still hold your own. at least until tonight.

“Shhh.” she shushes you and kisses your neck while her hands slither to the front of your body. your breath hitches when she massages your breast and grinds into you causing your eyes to go wide. you feel the bulge on your ass. Is that what she was doing in there? her fingers play with your nipple while her other hands drifts down to your zipper, she trying to take things slow but let’s be real you’ve been teasing her and blue balling her for days now. she can feel your internal panic trying to calm you down. she gives you reassuring comfort.

“Just relax for me.” she kicks your feet apart. wanting to have you spread open as wide as you possibly can. she dips her fingers into your pants teasingly rubbing your folds against your panties she feels how wet you are. “Oh, princess have you been wet this whole time?”

she pulls her finger out. “You’re making a mess already and I haven’t even touched you yet. it’s okay, I’m going to clean it up.”

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There Was Heaven In Your Eyes

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader (plus size)

Words: 2606

Warnings: SMUT (finally!), Violence/Gun Violence

Notes: This is a shorter one but we’re finally getting to the good stuff. Also another thank you to everyone who has been reading and leaving feedback!

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Chapter 7

He took me to a wonderful restaurant, where the lighting was low and we had a comfortable, intimate table in the corner. We were secluded from everyone else, and the chatter from the other patrons was muted.

We made small talk for a bit while we drank some wine and waited for our food. He told me about how stressful work had been lately but didn’t tell me much about why. I suppose he figured I could just fill in the blanks.

When our food arrived I felt the need to bring up our conversation from the night before.

“I hope you’re not mad at me,” I began, pushing my pasta around my plate, “about last night, I mean.”

“I could never be mad at you.” He said, putting his fork down so he could focus on me. “I’m grateful. Not a lot of people know how to get my head out of my ass.”

I chewed my lip, he took a sip of his drink.

“You are right, though,” he continued. “It was best that we stopped when we did. Best not to do anything we might regret.”

My heart cracked. I nodded and continued to eat.

“You know,” he said, starting up again, “I was engaged before. Before I came here. I, uh, left her at the altar.”

I was shocked to hear this, nearly dropping my fork.

“I felt awful but I felt better than I had when I thought I was getting married. I just wish I didn’t hurt her to figure that out.”

“Thank you for telling me, Javier.” I reached across the table and placed my hand on his.

“So like I said, you’re right. I haven’t had a relationship since then and I’m quite honestly terrified of having another.” He pulled his hand out from under mine and continued to eat.

I nodded my head, pulling my hand back to my side.

He changed topics and made jokes to lighten the mood. I pushed my feelings aside to try and keep things normal, and overall we had a great dinner. It was nice to get out of the apartment, even though it was a bit difficult leaving a safe space.

We drove home in comfortable silence, the radio playing softly between us. We were almost home when Javier suddenly pulled his vehicle onto another road. I glanced over at him to find him eyeing the rearview mirror.

“There’s a car that’s been following us since we left.” I went to turn to look but he put his hand out. “Don’t. We don’t want them to think we’ve noticed.”

He turned a few more times, the car turning right after.

“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath. He pulled his phone out and dialed a number. “Murphy, we’re being tailed.”

My heart was beating in my throat as I listened to him rattle off the names of the street we were driving on.

“Okay, I’ll see yo-“

He was cut off by the sound of gunshots and the back window shattering.

“Fuck!” He growled, and stepped on the gas. “Hang on!”

We tore through the streets while the car chased after us. He maneuvered around a few cars and corners until it looked like we were no longer being chased. He pulled out his phone again and told Steve where he was heading, hoping for backup to meet us there. He hung up and turned to me.

“Are you alright?” Javier glanced between me and the road, his eyes were set but a look of worry flashed in them. “I think we lost them.”

I nodded, trying to keep my breathing steady. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m alright.”

He nodded too. “Good. We’re going to go meet Murphy, he’ll take you home.”

“What about you?” I asked.

He chewed his lip, looking through his mirror. “Someone’s gotta go after them, baby.”

We pulled up to a stop outside of a building I didn’t recognize. Murphy came out with a vest on and two other men behind him. He was about to reach the vehicle when he shouted.

“Get down!”

Javi spun around to face me just as I noticed movement in the parked car beside us. My seat was thrown back and a weight pushed against me, keeping me laying down nearly in the backseat, and bullets littered the air. Javi was laying on top of me, with his face buried in my neck, and I was paralyzed with fear underneath him.

More gunshots sounded and tires squealed before driving off. I could hear Steve shouting directions and more cars tore off in the direction the car went in.

Javi and I breathed together. He raised his head, his nose nearly pressing against mine.

“You okay?” He asked, his breathing still heavy and mixing with mine.

“Yeah. Are you?”

He snorted. “Still worrying about me even after getting shot at.”

“Someone’s gotta.” I smiled through my fear.

Steve opened the door and helped us out. Javi gave him instructions to take me home even though I wasn’t pleased with the idea of either of them still being out there. I got into his car anyway.

Javi came over to the window. “Hey, they got them not far from here, so I won’t be very long, okay?”

I nodded. “Be safe.”

He smiled, but for the second time that night it didn’t quite meet his eyes. “I will.”

Steve drove me home. He was quiet for the first bit but broke the silence by asking how dinner was.

“It was great,” I said, trying to sound enthusiastic but I was too distracted.

“Yeah, I told him he should take you out.” I looked over at Steve who was smiling fondly. “He’s been feeling so bad that you’ve been stuck inside. Hasn’t shut up about it since you moved in.”

So he felt bad about me. Great.

“He was pretty nervous about it at lunch. I had to give him a pep talk.”

This confused me. “Why would he be nervous?”

He looked equally as confused. “Why wouldn’t he be?”

I shrugged.

“Oh,” he said, his eyes going wide. “Oh, you don’t know.”

“Know what?” I asked.

He laughed and shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Steve.”

He glanced over at me, still smiling. “It’s not for me to say, and I really shouldn’t, but he’s crazy about you.”

I felt the air get sucked out of my lungs. Javi? Crazy about me?

“But, but,” I stuttered.

“Don’t tell him I told you. Just let him explain. Please?” He turned a corner and our apartments came into view.

We finished the drive in silence, my thoughts were too wrapped up in thinking about Javi. Steve parked in the underground parking and turned off the car.

“He’s gonna be okay, you know.” He turned to me. “We’ve gone through a lot worse.”

“How is that supposed to help me feel better?”

He burst out laughing. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right. Come on, let’s get you inside.”

He told me he’d be upstairs if I needed anything, and closed the door to my apartment. I was alone, and confused as hell.

Javi told me it’s a good thing we didn’t go too far last night, Steve told me Javi’s crazy for me. What was the truth?

I put those thoughts aside for the moment and instead focused on the bigger issue. My nerves were shot after going through that, and my hands shook as I took a page out of Javi’s book and poured myself a heaping glass of whiskey.

I sat on the couch and took a few sips, finally taking my hair out of its updo and barely getting settled when the door opened.

There he was.

Javier closed the door behind him and leaned back against it. My eyes trailed over his throat as he pressed his head back into the wood behind him. His eyes were shut tight and they stayed that way until his breathing regulated. When he tilted his head back to normal his eyes zeroed in on me. He rushed over and knelt down in front of me, taking my glass out of my hands and placing it on the table. My hands trembled without the weight of the glass, and he held them to keep me steady.

“Are you okay?” His eyes searched mine. “Be honest.”

I nodded, the movement so slight I wasn’t sure he saw it. “Yes, Javier. I’m okay, I promise. Just a bit shaken up. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He stood up and paced the living room. “Fuck, that was stupid. I should have known better, but instead almost got you killed.”

I stood up and went to meet him, stopping him in his tracks. “That’s not your fault. You tried to do a nice thing, and I really appreciated it. It’s not your fault they were stupid enough to try that.”

He shook his head, his hand coming up to his mouth as he traced his lower lip with his thumb. “You could have been killed tonight, (Y/N).”

“But I wasn’t.” I stepped closer to him, reaching out for his hand. “I’m okay, we’re okay. I’m right here.”

He took his hand out of mine and grabbed onto my upper arms. His grip was tight, not enough to hurt, but almost like he was trying to convince himself that I was standing right there. That I wasn’t hurt. He came closer and pressed his forehead against mine.

“I’m here, I’m okay.” I repeated, closing my eyes for a moment. He leaned back, and I opened my eyes to meet his, nearly gasping at the look of pure hunger that took over him,

We were standing as close as we had been the night before, but neither of us pulled back. Steve’s words played back in my head.

“Javier,” I took a small step closer, so close to where I wanted to be, needed to be, “please.”

“Say it.” He whispered. “Say it and I will.”

He didn’t have to tell me what to say, I knew exactly what he wanted.

“Please.” My voice was barely above a whisper. “Javi.”

His lips were pressed against mine in an instant, as if I flicked a switch. One of his hands pressed against my lower back, pulling my body flush against his, and his other hand cupped my cheek. He held me tenderly and kissed me like he was a starving man. His tongue poked my lip, and slipped into my mouth to massage against mine. I moaned and felt him smile into our kiss.

He pulled back and we were gasping for air. His forehead was pressed against mine.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you, cariño.” He started to kiss along my jaw, then back up to my lips.

My hands, which were resting against his chest, slid up to his shoulders and then I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The hand that was on my back went down to my hip and he gripped the fabric of my dress. I could feel him getting harder as we pressed against each other.

He brought his hand up my side and his other hand went from my face to my chest. Both of his hands traced over my breasts, causing me to moan into his mouth. His mustache tickled my skin as he kissed down my jaw to my neck. I ran my hands through his hair, gasping every time I felt his tongue lick a stripe up my skin, or when he nipped at me with his teeth.

We continued to kiss and pull each other as close as possible. Eventually he pulled back and led me to the couch, pulling me on top of him as he sat down. I was straddling him, my legs on either side of his hips, and I could feel him hardening even more under his denim and through the thin fabric I was wearing. Javier moaned when I started to slowly grind myself against him and began to kiss his neck.

His hands still massaged my chest, his thumbs rubbing over my nipples that poked through the fabric of my dress.

“Fuck, baby. This dress fits you so well,” he said. “I’ve been trying to be a gentleman all night, trying not to stare at your tits. Especially at dinner, every time you leaned forward, fuck, I just wanted to taste them.”

“Javi,” I moaned. I was practically panting, feeling too hot in my dress.

He pulled down the fabric covering my chest and arms until it was bunched up around my waist and my bra was on full display. I was slightly embarrassed that I didn’t have any prettier lingerie for him to look at, but after he undid the back and practically ripped my bra off of me I realized it wasn’t the lingerie he wanted to look at.

His mouth dropped open slightly as he stared at my now exposed skin.

“Look at you. So fucking gorgeous.” His voice was kept low but it sounded strained, like he was trying to hold back.

He leaned forward and grabbed hold of my breasts in his warm hands, lifting them slightly so he could wrap his lips around one of my nipples. I threw my head back and moaned his name as his tongue swirled around the bud, pleasure shooting through my body like lightning. He switched to the other nipple, and went back and forth between them while kissing, licking, sucking, and driving me crazy.

As he continued his actions I couldn’t help but keep moving myself against him, his cock hardening still underneath me. The way it rubbed against my clothed clit felt so good and I started to feel a knot forming in my belly.

“That’s it, baby. Make yourself feel good.” He murmured against my skin, making me jolt every time his lips brushed against my nipples. “You’re already close aren’t you? Been a while since anybody made you feel good.”

“Fuck, Javi,” I groaned, feeling that coil start to tighten more and more.

He brought his lips back up to mine and encouraged me to keep going as I panted into his mouth.

“Come on, baby, let yourself go, I got you.” The coil snapped.

I moaned into his mouth and continued moving my hips as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He was right, it had been a while, and I hid my face in his neck in embarassment for how quickly I finished.

“Oh, hermosa,” he cooed, “that was incredible.”

I pulled back and sheepishly met his eyes. “It was also too quick.”

“There’s no such thing, especially since we’re only getting started.” My breath hitched at the thought. “I know you’ve got a lot more in you.”

I nodded, still a bit breathless and sensitive from my first orgasm of the night.

“But we’re gonna have to move to the bedroom.” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Because I’ve been dreaming of this for so long, and when I fuck you I don’t want to do it on this couch.”

“No?”

He cupped my jaw in his hand, his eyes filled with want. “I want you to be comfortable while I take you apart over and over again. While I make you cum on the tip of my tongue, with my fingers inside you, and then around my cock.”

“Javi,” I breathed, a flush still blooming on my chest and cheeks, “I need you.”

He smirked. “Then what are we waiting for?”

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