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practice (pt. 3) | jjk

⇢ PAIRING: fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader

⇢ RATING/GENRE: m/18+ | college au, fwb, smut, fluff, angst

⇢ WC: 12.8k sorry

⇢ WARNINGS: emotional at points, fighting rip, oc lowkey in her villain era, they both say mean things to eachother (nothing tew intense), jk is not a himbo >:(, characters are forced to face their insecurites </3, misunderstandings, finger sucking, oral sex (f and m recieving), 69 action if u squint, brief ass eating, a little manhandling, titty sucking (obvi), flavored lube, butt plug moment, miss hitachi is finally here !!!, unprotected sex, corruption kink, squirting, overstimulation, slight dom jk, a bit of manhandling, praise, creampie, maybe unrequited love, maybe not (lol jk u'll find out), where's waldo but instead of waldo its bam

⇢ SUMMARY: sparks fly as you try to forget about jungkook.

⇢ NOTES: it’s finally here! if you haven't read pt 2 in a while, i'd suggest rereading it before reading this part! maybe even pt 1 bc callbacks. you might miss a few things if you don't. kinda nervy to post this bc everyone was so conflicted. hopefully the ending is satisfying for all. also sorry if the smut is meh, this piece was more plot driven than other things i’ve written. thank you so much for the love and support on this series. seriously cannot thank you guys enough. very bittersweet to be saying goodbye to it but i hope you stick around. love you and as always feedback is v appreciated !! big ty to @floweryjeons for betaing !!

⇢ SERIES MASTERLIST

dumbo do u want lunch? i can drop it off in about 30

You were midway through a three hour lab and you really needed to focus. Unfortunately, the professor’s droning was easily overtaken by incessant vibrating. You peek at your phone with a scoff before shoving it back into your pocket.

Jungkook doesn’t get the hint.

dumbo i’ll just get the usu

dumbo lol i forget… ur lab is in room 305 in the civic engagement building right?

Room 222 in the science building. You don’t correct him, though.

It was difficult to ignore the sharp, self-inflicted stabs that pierced through your back whenever he texted you. But you had to rip the bandaid off before it had time to adhere to you entirely. You hadn’t talked to him in days. Not since he lied to you.

Whenever you had the urge to respond, you went through memories. Pictures of him looking unamused, pink pout scrunched up as you smushed his cheeks together. Videos of his nostrils fluttering as blaring snores filled your dorm room; your soft giggles in the background.

Little snapshots of the present that were now the past.

You were slowly weaning yourself off of Jeon Jungkook.

Your phone goes off again during your break.

dumbo hey i’ve been waiting for like 20 min

dumbo gonna head out since ur probably caught up. free until about 4 tho so text me if u want anything i’ll come back

dumbo or we can just get something after the showcase?

dumbo are you running late?

dumbo you know it starts at 7p right?

dumbo ik you hate being late so i’m starting to get nervous…

dumbo just let me know that you’re safe please

Those texts were sent nearly three hours ago. You’ve tried to distract yourself with homework, Sailor Moon, and the watermelon mask you were currently washing off your face. Nothing helped. The guilt lingering in your chest was heavy and you wish it would trickle down the drain like the abandoned products.

You sigh, shaking your hands vigorously to flick off the excess water. A damp knuckle presses your phone screen. It’s 10 p.m. on a Friday. Back at square one.

The scent of your green tea moisturizer fills your nostrils as you glide the creamy substance over your skin. Fingertips dancing gently across the surface of your plump cheeks. The touch is soft and delicate, just like his was-

Intrusive thoughts make you want to remove your frontal lobe.

You try to remind yourself that although vibrant and dashing, Jungkook was anything but your knight in shining armor. Greedy. Disgusting. Selfish. Just like the rest of the men who tried to conquer the tall brick walls of your heart, mind, and body.

You look at yourself in the mirror. Despite the brightening mask, your dewy skin was dull. The inner corners of your big eyes were overtaken by winding red branches. The thick black bags under them appear even heftier than your beloved Playboy duffel. Your plump lips are coated in your Laniege lip mask. It’s candy-flavored, but it doesn’t taste as sweet anymore. You look lifeless.

Did cutting Jungkook off really affect you that badly?

Or perhaps you always looked like this, and the loss of him made you realize how truly gloomy and lackluster things were before.

For the past two months, your reflections were filled with pearly white teeth and crinkled eyes. Being with Jungkook was careless and irresponsible in all the right ways. Whenever you were with him, the negative thoughts that often plagued your mind were forgotten, and you were just… free.

But look where that got you.

The sound of your phone pinging brings you back to reality.

dumbo tae said that you’re home with mina…

Taehyung. What a little snitch. You’ll make sure that Mina punishes him adequately.

dumbo not sure what your deal is but i’m fucking heated

“What do you know, Taehyung?” You sneer his name like a curse; the nasty ‘T’ word.

“I know everything,” he responds nonchalantly, flipping through his absolute mammoth of a textbook. He nods his head toward the guilty party beside him. “Your bestie told me.”

“Liar!” Mina gasps, smacking his sweater-clad bicep. Her voice lowers immediately when Taehyung shushes her. You were in the library after all. She looks at you exasperatedly. “I didn’t tell him like- ‘everything’ everything.”

“I don’t need to know everything.” He closes the hardcover book gingerly, peering at you over the thick black rim of his glasses. You’re convinced they’re a sham, and he only wears them to look professional and intellectual. “My keen deductive reasoning has led me to the conclusion that this situation is—in fact—fucking ridiculous.”

You gawk at bluntness. “Aren’t you literally studying to be a therapist?”

“Psychiatrist,” he corrects with a cheesy grin. “I’m allowed to tell you when you’re being childish.”

“Tae, be nice.” Mina warns with a scowl, holding her index finger out right in front of his nose. “I know Jungkook is your friend, but he’s grimy.”

“I swear, I’m not trying to be a dick.” Taehyung laughs, raising his hands up in surrender. “I’m just giving perspective. I care about you, __.”

“Sure you do.” You answer curtly, rolling your eyes.

“And-,” Taehyung claps his large palms together, fingertips pointed towards you in an accusatory fashion. “-I know Jungkook better than both of you.” He gestures between you and Mina. “He’s not a bad dude.”

“He-,”

“He ditched her to go to a party!” Mina beats you to the punch, voice whiny and frustrated. “And lied about it! He’s trash!”

“Thank you, Mina,” you whisper-shout, placing a finger over your lips to remind her, once again, that you were still in the library. As much as you love her, you didn’t necessarily want all of campus knowing your dirty laundry. Your eyes scan the dimly lit room for eavesdroppers. Luckily, it was fairly empty at this time of day.

“Why don’t you just talk to him?”

“It’s not that simple, Tae,” you sigh, turning your attention back to the empty word document on your laptop screen. In the twenty minutes you’ve been sitting here, you have only managed to type the essay’s title and your name. Spelled wrong. Sneakily, you correct the typo before anyone notices.

“Maybe…” Mina starts, lips scrunching to the side in contemplation. She looks at her boyfriend innocently before tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear. Playing all the right cards. “Maybe… you could talk to him for her? Or do a little snoopy snoop to see what he’s up to?”

“There’s no way in hell I’m playing double agent for you guys.”

“Come on, Tae!” Mina pouts. “It could be fun!”

“No,” Taehyung laughs, shaking his head. “I refuse to get in the mid-,”

“Hey!”

Taehyung’s words are cut off by an uncomfortably familiar voice. Its usual soft, playful tone was laced with sternness. The sound makes your spine straighten.

Jungkook.

You were so distracted that you hadn’t heard his clunky black boots stomping towards you. The firm grip of tattooed fingers on your shoulder makes you look up. Even under the rim of his bucket hat, you can see the angry stars dancing in his black eyes. They’re hot and scalding with irritation. “Can we talk?”

“About?” You peep in feigned naivety.

“Oh, please,” he scoffs loudly, laughing in disbelief. The seat beside you is yanked out with a startling screech. Jungkook plops down on it and turns to face you, knees digging into your outer thigh. Always so incredibly close. “Don’t give me that shit-,”

“Jungkook.” Taehyung calls, trying to stifle the bubbling lava in Jungkook’s stomach before he erupts. It was rare to see his happy-go-lucky friend so agitated. “Chill.”

His eyes soften at the warning. It’s like Jungkook hadn’t even registered how angry he had actually become. The entirety of his college experience has been spent distancing anger—and any other negative emotion—so far from his being that he couldn’t even detect the cues anymore. He inhales deeply through his nose, white t-shirt pulling tight at his chest, before exhaling.

“You good?” Taehyung asks.

“Yeah, I’m good.” Jungkook nods, bringing a hand up to massage slow circles into his temple. Despite how upset you are with him, the self-soothing mechanism makes your heart ache. “I promise, I’m calm. I just want to talk.”

His pupils dart between the two unmoving figures across from you.

“Alone, please.”

Jungkook and Taehyung lock eyes for a moment, communicating silently through some bro-telepathy that has you and Mina exchanging confused glances. Suddenly, the curly-haired boy nods, collecting his textbook and intertwining his fingers with Mina’s. “Let’s go, babe.”

“Tae, wait!” Mina protests, trying to wriggle out of Taehyung’s grasp. She looks at you apologetically as her boyfriend urges her towards the exit, unable to break free. “Call me after, okay?” She shoots Jungkook a threatening glare before turning away.

And just like that, you were left alone with the man you’d been avidly avoiding for the past week and a half.

“Are you mad at me?” Jungkook questions, silver piercing glimmering in the light as he gnaws on his bottom lip. The pink skin under his bunny teeth was already turning red. “Like… did I do something wrong?”

You look everywhere but him, mindlessly scrolling up and down the empty page on your laptop screen. It was a poor attempt to act unbothered, despite the heavy thumping in your chest. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“The showcase?”

“What about it?”

Jungkook always took your attitude in stride, leveling your petty comments with kisses and playful eyerolls. This eye roll, however, paired with a painfully clenched jaw, is anything but playful. “Quit playing games, __. I’ve had enough,” he grits.

He never calls you by your name.

“Playing games,” you echo with a sarcastic laugh. In the pit of your stomach, you can feel the sadness morphing into a fit of heady anger. The words taste vile and sour on your tongue before they’re spewed at him. “That’s rich coming from you.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the puzzled expression on his face. Eyebrow piercing twitching in confusion as the cogs in his brain spin, trying to make sense of your words. “I don’t understand…”

How does he not understand?

“Why didn’t you come to the showcase?”

You huff out a sigh, gaze fluttering to the ceiling.

“Answer me,” he urges, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, clearly trying to shift your attention back onto him. As if that wasn’t what landed you in this position in the first place.

“Jungkook-,”

Your voice gets caught in your throat when you feel his sharp exhales fan across your cheek. Fast and restless. It makes you miss the deep, peaceful ones he would make when buried under your heavy duvet; hair disheveled from tossing and turning and the brush of your fingers as you lulled him to sleep. His breath smells like toothpaste and vanilla gum. You glance at your taskbar. It’s 12:23 p.m. and he hasn’t eaten yet.

“I didn’t go because this is unproductive,” you sigh, closing your laptop and finally gaining the courage to face the man beside you. “You being in my life is unproductive.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Unproductive.” When your eyes meet his big dark ones, you can’t stand them. You can’t stand him for what he’s done, for how he’s turned something so special to you, so ugly. It coaxes that equally ugly, scaly, green defensiveness out of you. You want to retreat, and rebuild the walls higher, so that your emotional security would never be destroyed again. Anyone who threatened it would be burned, including Jungkook, sitting before you with doe eyes as you prepared to breathe fire in his direction. “I know it’s a difficult word, but you’re a big boy. Sound it out.”

The look on his face makes you regret the low blow instantly.

“Jesus,” he huffs, taking his hat off and scrubbing his hands over his face like he’s trying to wake up from a nightmare. “Why are you being-”

You cringe, expecting a nasty insult.

“-so mean?”

Oh.

Ow.

For some reason, that hurt more than any curse word would.

“I’m not mean.”

“I know you’re not,” he lifts his head, searching your face for any remnant of the girl he’s spent the last two months with. “So why are you acting like this?”

Your silence eggs him further.

“You know what, I’m so fucking sick of you treating me like I’m stupid,” his eyes squeeze closed when he swears, nails digging into his tattooed knuckles as he crosses his big hands. The confession rips through him and hits you like a physical blow. You suddenly remember all of the times you’ve teased Jungkook about his major or insulted his intelligence.

‘What tests? You’re a photography major.’

‘You’re an idiot, Jungkook.’

‘Your major is showing.’

You didn’t mean any of it. Not one bit. They were just shitty efforts to conceal your feelings for him. You never realized that Jungkook was taking your comments to heart. But it was too little too late. You can’t turn back time and the floodgates have already opened.

“Just because I’m not some big-shot science major, doesn’t mean that I’m fucking brainless. And it certainly doesn’t mean that you’re better than me.” With his hat sitting on the glossy wooden table, you can fully see the angry arch in his brows. The scrunch in his nose intensifies as he seethes. “What? You think you’re too good to go to the showcase? If you didn’t want to come you should’ve grown a pair and said something.”

“It’s not that,” you protest, chin quivering with ugly dents as you try to hold back tears. “I just… figured you’d bring someone else.”

Jungkook pauses for a moment, cogs coming to a halt when he finally comprehends your vague statements. “Stop acting like you can read my mind- or that you know me better than I know myself.” He snatches his hat and drops it back on his head, fingers gripping the rim to adjust the position. “Because you clearly don’t know shit about me.”

You watch silently as he scoots his chair back, standing up with urgency. How did things come to this? Two months ago you were casual friends, now you’re fighting in the middle of the school library. You would’ve never let him into your dorm room that night if you knew it would hurt this bad.

“And I actually thought-,” Jungkook says, turning to face you. His lips open and then close promptly before he waves a hand at you. “Fuck it, nevermind. I’m done.”

You look extremely suspect.

Speeding through campus with your hood up, sweater strings almost dangling to the floor with how tight you’ve pulled them. You can barely see where you’re going. The small fluffy peephole you’ve provided yourself is no good for navigating the winding halls of the dreaded liberal arts building.

You’ve been sleeping in later and later; a recent habit. Most days you felt drained, barely able to muster the energy to crawl out of bed. That’s exactly what happened this morning, hence why you’re marching down this evil, forbidden shortcut, in hopes of making it to class on time.

It’s a Tuesday. Jungkook doesn’t have classes on Tuesdays. But you’ve done everything in your power to avoid him and the places he frequents. You haven’t heard from him since the.. incident. Not a single text or call. It hurt like hell, but what did you expect? You weren’t exactly nice to him the last time you two spoke. And it wasn’t like he cared to begin with. He was probably already buried in someone else; moaning blissfully. Meanwhile, you can’t even leave your damn room without thinking about him.

Shut up, evil brain. Back to the matter at hand—getting to class.

You decide that music is the best method of distraction. An exaggerated sigh slips out as you yank your phone out of your pocket. You’re just about to crank your airpods up when a couple of distant voices catch your attention.

“These are from this weekend's showcase, we’re taking them down next week…” A muffled response that you can’t comprehend. “Yep, all are my students.”

You stop dead in your tracks.

The professor’s prideful tone rings in your ears, drowning out whatever breakup playlist you were previously listening to. The mention of a showcase, the showcase, makes your heart drop with a painful thud.

Fuck.

Your skull feels exponentially heavier than normal when you lift it, finally breaking eye contact with the dingy concrete floor underneath you. There are pictures hung all along the white walls of the campus center. No doubt leftover from an event you deliberately skipped.

You roll your head back, attempting to loosen the uncomfortable tension in your muscles. Anxiously gnawing on your bottom lip, you take in your surroundings. Jittery hands pluck out your headphones and plop them back into your Luna-shaped airpod case. Underneath all the sadness and guilt, your body was teaming with curiosity.

You never found out what Jungkook’s topic of choice was. And now that you think about it, you haven’t seen any of his photography. Ever.

A quick look wouldn’t hurt, right?

Besides, maybe this was what you needed to move on. A final goodbye to the man who has held your mind captive for far too long.

With a deep exhale and a heavy heart, you take the plunge and step forward. You lull along the walls, staring wide-eyed at each photo. Most of them take on a dark modern vibe, displaying people and objects in dreary settings. A sea of gray and black. Devoid of color. You glance at the labels above. The topics chosen were gloomy, too.

Hm. Life imitates art.

You wonder if those students have had their hearts broken as well.

A vibrant splash of color makes you halt. Your eyebrows furrow as you stare at the canvas. There’s a blood-red rose. The lens is so zoomed in that the flower eats up the entire portrait. You place a manicured digit against it, tracing your fingertip along the jagged veins in the delicate petals. The imagery is surreal, almost comparable to a heart. Not a cutesy cartoon heart—the literal human organ. You think it’s stunning, standing out amongst the rest like a beautiful sore thumb.

The printed black font along the border makes your breath hitch.

Love - Jeon Jungkook.

The subject confuses you, but the photography makes sense. Of course, this was Jungkook’s work. It’s obnoxious, lively, and so incredibly different from the rest. Stunning and enchanting, nonetheless. The next photo in his set is of two shadows, a bit distorted as they're splayed against the concrete. A couple holding hands. You recognize the silhouettes immediately; Mina and Taehyung. You can’t fight the smile spreading across your face.

Next in the portfolio is a room, white walls decorated with faux ivy vines. The little, golden lights laced throughout them gives the picture a warm saturated glow. At the center of the photo is a woman laying underneath a cream duvet. Her bare back is facing the camera, messy hair sprawled on the pillow. It’s a bit risqué, but you get how it connects to his chosen subject. It’s the aftermath of the physical act of love.

To any other student or teacher strolling by, the woman in the picture was a stranger. But to you, she’s the farthest thing from a stranger.

She’s you.

Jungkook must have taken it while you were sleeping.

A wave of the most perplexing, juxtaposing emotions washes over you. Your palms turn clammy as you try to process what you’re witnessing. Why would he do this? Include a picture of you in a project, literally titled ‘love’, only to fucking lie to you? To take advantage of your affection and string you along while he entertained another person?

You find the answers to your aimless questions in the next photo.

Fireworks.

The only time you remember seeing or hearing fireworks was…

The night of the party.

“Jungkook,” you sigh, pressing your damp forehead against the grainy wood of his door. You never thought you’d be in this position. Chasing after a man. It’s humiliating and out of character, but you need to make things right. “I know you’re in there…”

You’ve been standing outside of his dorm room for the past ten minutes. Knocking, pleading, begging. All to no avail. The sound of rustling blankets and footsteps on the other side makes you lift your head, eyes widening with hope. The optimism is lost once the soft noises stop completely. They only served to confirm your suspicions. Jungkook is home and he’s purposely ignoring you.

Oh, the irony.

Earlier in the week, the roles were reversed. Jungkook was the one pining for your attention. Now, you know exactly how he must have felt that day in the library. And you don’t like it one bit.

“Look,” you huff, shaking a few clumpy strands out of your face. “I know you probably don’t want to talk to me right now… but I’m really sorry.”

The only response you receive is the whoosh of running water.

Your shoulders slump in defeat. Obviously, he’s not going to answer the door. Why would he? He had every right to be mad. You hadn’t hesitated to dismiss him, and his passions, when you were the one upset.

You come to the grim realization that maybe things are better this way.

Jungkook is completely, entirely, wholeheartedly different from you, and you from him. So much so that you were incompatible. You’ve barely dipped your toes into anything serious, yet the two of you were already fighting and miscommunicating. It would never work, whatever it is. It couldn’t.

Deep down in your heart, you know none of that is true.

As much as you try to rationalize the distance, you can’t convince yourself that your life is better like this—because whenever you picture a future with Jungkook or reflect on the past, you see and feel nothing but sunshine. The walls begin to crumble and you feel free. Maybe, the characteristics of Jungkook you deemed annoying and different, were what made being with him so euphoric.

But none of that matters anymore. Whatever chance you had at that, at something more with him, you've completely destroyed. With a grimace and an awful pit in your stomach, you decide the best thing you can do for him is leave him alone. You adjust the takeout bags in your hand and begin to head out.

Just as you reach the end of the dingy hallway, you hear a click and a loud creak. You spin so fast you almost get whiplash.

Jungkook is standing in his doorway, looking at you blankly with a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. He’s shirtless, full muscles rippling under his milky skin. Normally you would ogle at the sight of his toned chest and defined abs, but your focus is elsewhere. Like on the red flannel sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips, sharp v-line peeking over the hem. You recognize them from the night you helped him study for an upcoming quiz.

‘This is a conspiracy,’ he grumbled, convinced the test was an elaborate scheme by the school committee to punish him for his frequent drunken mishaps and countless guideline violations. You laughed, resting your head on his shoulder as you helped him memorize terms and ideas. You guys didn’t leave the library until 2 a.m.

He looks warm and cozy. Dark tresses swooping in messy waves across his forehead as he peers at you with doe eyes. After not seeing him or checking in on him for a while, you let out a sigh of relief.

“Hi.”

“Hey,” he mumbles softly, voice coming out muffled over the bristles of his toothbrush. He pulls it out, letting out a tiny ‘oops’ as a glob of toothpaste hits the floor. He wipes it away with his foot before continuing. “What are you doing here?”

“I…” Everything you wanted to say had trickled out of your mind like the little droplets of water running down your skin.

He meets your silence with an unamused squint and starts to close the door.

“Jungkook, wait!” You shout, taking a few frantic steps closer. “I saw the showcase!”

He pauses. “You did?” His thick brows slant in confusion. “How?”

“It’s still up in the liberal arts building.”

He nods his head slowly as an awkward quietness falls over the corridor. You can tell he’s still upset with you and the tension makes you queasy.

“I have pancakes,” you offer nervously, lifting up the crinkled plastic bags in your hand. It’s so damn cheesy. But you're trying your best. You prayed that he understood the reference, and remembered how he showed up to your dorm in the same exact way. The fateful night that started it all.

“Interesting.” His nose twitches as he tongues the little hoop on his bottom lip. Obviously fighting a smile. Thank God. “What kind?”

“Chocolate chip… your favorite.”

He hums a contemplative noise, scanning you up and down. Your hair is dripping. The pink velvet hoodie you’re wearing is clinging to your figure in ways he knows it isn’t supposed to. “Why are you wet?”

“It’s raining,” you point out.

Jungkook glances over his shoulder, glancing into his room and out the window at the cloudy, gray sky. There’s a change in his expression when he faces you again. “You walked here in the rain?”

You nod meekly.

The harsh glint in his eyes softens. He sighs deeply, head dropping in defeat as he holds out a colorful arm, inked digits gesturing for you to come closer. “C’mere, Bambi. I’ll get you some clothes.”

Bambi.

You’ve never been so elated to hear that nickname.

“Thank you,” you peep, scurrying towards his open door before he changes his mind and sends you packing. Goosebumps form on your skin when your bicep brushes against his bare chest as you hastily enter the room. The light touch leaves your cheeks hot.

“Hold on,” he says, disappearing into his tiny bathroom. You set the pancakes on top of his nightstand, awkwardly standing in the middle of his dorm. This isn’t exactly how you envisioned your first time at Jungkook’s place would go.

While idly taking in your surroundings, you spot a little whiteboard above his bed. On it, scribbled in blue marker, is the biggest boobs you’ve ever seen in your life. There’s a heart eyes emoji tacked on in the corner. A good artistic detail, you think. You should be rolling your eyes at his boyishness. That’s what you always do. But an endeared laugh comes out instead.

Why was a poorly drawn pair of tits making you soft?

Right underneath the whiteboard is a collage of taped pictures. You bend at the waist for a better look. There’s a polaroid of him and Taehyung, arms intertwining at the elbows, both downing a dark, probably alcoholic, beverage. How cute of them. The next photo is of Jungkook on a rollercoaster, tongue out and eyes crinkled as he middle fingers the camera. So wild and free. Your heart swells in familiarity.

But the more you stumble upon, the more unfamiliar Jungkook becomes. There’s a few blurry pictures of a big black dog he’s never spoken about before. The next one has you gushing. It’s a candid image of baby-faced Jungkook, holding up his high school diploma with a proud, big, bunny smile. There’s an older woman in the frame kissing his cheek. You tilt your head in confusion. You wonder if it’s his mother. You had just assumed he couldn’t stand his parents and didn’t keep in contact with them.

Maybe… you don’t have Jungkook figured out like you thought you did. There’s still so much you have to learn. You make a mental note of all the questions you want to ask him later.

That is if there even is a later.

The bathroom door opens and Jungkook walks out. “Here,” he says, handing you a pile of neatly folded clothes. There’s an oversized black hoodie on top. Your favorite sweater, the one you always steal from him. You watch sullenly as he sits down on the edge of his bed.

“I’m sorry,” you reiterate, absolutely loathing how weak and frail you sound. Jungkook doesn’t respond. He just stares into your soul with those scrutinizing eyes. “Can you talk to me, please?”

“I wanted to talk at the library,” he groans, arms jolting forward in frustration, fingers painfully flexed and hooked like claws. His bare chest flushed an angry red. “I’ve been trying to talk to you. All fucking week!”

Startled, you jump at his voice, dropping the stack of clothes you were holding. Jungkook’s eyes widen.

“Ah, I-'' he interrupts himself with a shameful hiss. You pick up the fallen fabrics with shaky hands, placing them on his nightstand with the forgotten pancakes. Jungkook digs the heels of his hands into his eyes, too apologetic and embarrassed for losing his cool to look at you. “I’m sorry.”

To be fair, he hadn’t been that loud. It was more abrupt than anything else. But your Jungkook was as happy and carefree as the wind. This side of him was new, and you were still figuring out how to navigate the uncharted waters. “It’s okay.” You can’t blame him. Not after everything you’ve done. “You’re allowed to be mad.”

“I’m not mad,” he sighs. The tattooed fingers splayed over his eyes slide in to clamp the bridge of his nose. The other hand pats the spot next to him on the black comforter. “Come here.”

“But,” you look down at the damp clothes, “I’m wet.”

“It’s fine. Sit down.”

You listen, cautiously sinking down into the bed. Despite the copious amounts of nude escapades, you’ve never felt more vulnerable with him. Usually, when you’re in bed with Jungkook, he’s panting above you, sleeping below you, or lying beside you. Head snuggled into your neck like an annoying, albeit affectionate, cat. Now, you make sure to keep your distance, anxiously picking at your chipped nail polish.

“What happened?” He questions breathlessly, relieved to finally verbalize the words that were weighing heavy on his chest. “Everything was going great and then you switched up on me. Like the showcase? Really, Bambi? I was the only person there without a guest.”

The disappointment in his voice cuts you deep, but the vision of him at the event he had been so excited for, completely alone, hurts even worse. You were his muse, and you rejected him. Looking at him was an awful decision, because you get lost in his eyes immediately. Those beautiful, captivating, endless eyes. Filled with pain and uncertainty. You realize the only way to make that awful look disappear, is to confess…

“I really like you, Jungkook… a lot. Like- more than just friends…”

Once again, you’re met with silence. Jungkook’s face is unreadable yet so familiar. You've seen that expression before. You can’t pinpoint when or where exactly, but it makes your heart pound so loudly that your ears ring.

“So,” you continue shakily, “the last time we hung out—when you canceled our plans—I got really upset.”

“I was finishing my project.”

“But then I saw a picture of you at a party-,”

“Yeah,” he defends, looking at you exasperatedly, unable to follow your train of thought. “I wanted to take pictures of the fireworks.”

“I know that now,” you admit, shifting uncomfortably in your seat, “but the picture was from Nayeon’s Instagram.”

“Nayeon?” He frowns. “I haven’t talked to Nayeon in months.”

“But you guys were-” your eyes dart around in search of the right phrasing. You settle on ‘a thing’, putting little air quotes around the ambiguous title.

“Why does that matter?” He asks incredulously. “Her and I ended things before we even started hooking up. I haven’t had sex with anybody else since we’ve been a thing.” The last part is teasing, he mimics your air quotes as his pierced pout curls into a smirk. Ah, Jungkook gets it now. Your unbecoming actions over the course of the week were a product of jealousy and possessiveness. Any lingering trace of anger is washed away with the revelation. “I told you that.”

“Yeah, but…” After mulling over your thoughts, you hesitate to speak. You hadn’t realized how ridiculous and childish you were being until now. Taehyung was right after all. “I don’t know, the way you said it seemed… fishy.”

Jungkook deadpans you before shaking his head, chuckling under his breath. You watch it all unfold awkwardly. How embarrassing.

“It’s not funny, Jungkook!”

“Ah!” He echos your shouts through a laugh, cupping your head with his large hands and jittering it gently. “Stop thinking! Your brain is evil!”

Hm. Valid point.

“In my defense,” you retort, cuffing his wrists with your tiny hands. His skin is warm and soft. You’ve missed touching him so much. “You literally mentioned Nayeon while we were having sex.”

The playful stars in his eyes combust. “Huh?”

“Oral fixation.”

His eyes widen in remembrance. “Oh shit,” he groans, slumping down, hands dropping into his lap. “Looking back, that was so fucked, but I- I just thought it was funny. I swear I didn’t mean anything, like- bad by it. I-.” Frustrated by his own stuttering and lack of judgment, Jungkook mushes his fingers into his sockets before laying down in defeat. “That was so fucking stupid of me. I’m stupid. I’m sorry, Bambi.”

Stupid.

That word coaxes a visceral reaction out of you.

“Don’t say that,” you whisper. His tattooed fingers part in the middle as he hesitantly peeks at you. You giggle for a moment, and so does he, but then you feel the gravity of the situation. Sniffling, you look down at the beautiful boy. How could you have ever been so nasty to him? You push his bangs back gently. They’ve gotten longer. Cupping his cheek, you slowly brush your thumb across his soft skin. You’re afraid that if you’re too rough, he’ll slip right through your fingers. “You’re not stupid, Jungkook... I’ve never met anyone who sees the world how you do. You’re so creative and clever in your own right… I’m sorry if I made you feel like you weren’t, because I don’t think that at all.” Voice crack. “I never did.”

“Hey,” Jungkook coos in concern. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not okay,” you argue, blinking furiously to fight back the waterworks. “And I’m really sorry about the showcase. I know how important it was to you.”

“Shh,” he shushes, “please don’t cry.” He catches your hand and brings it to his mouth, pressing the sweetest, gentlest kiss to your fingertips. “You apologized, so we’re good, yeah?”

“Mhm,” you sniffle. It feels like a ton of bricks have been lifted off of your shoulders. “For what it’s worth, your portfolio was gorgeous.”

“Nah,” he teases, wrapping an arm around your waist and encouraging you to lay down with him. “You’re only saying that because you were in it.” You smile softly, thankful for his light-hearted banter. You stay like that for a while. Face to face. Just looking at one another. You think you could stay like this forever, basking in his beauty. His warmth. Jungkook speaks first. “Why didn’t you just talk to me about the picture?”

“I guess, I was just scared of losing you… but then I just started ignoring you, which doesn’t make sense… so probably should’ve just talked to you about it.” The stream of consciousness makes him laugh. “I really like you, Jungkook.”

“I don’t do relationships.”

You feel your heart shatter into a million, irreparable pieces.

How cruel.

“Wait, those aren’t the right words,” Jungkook shakes his head. “What I meant to say is that I’ve never actually been in a relationship.” The stammered admission has you stunned. Campus fuckboy Jungkook has never been in a relationship? “And I have no fucking clue what I’m doing but… I really like you, too. I want you, I do… I don’t know how good of a boyfriend I’ll be but,” he looks at you for the first time throughout his nervous ramble. His eyes are just as terrified as yours. “I’m willing to try if you are.”

You blink at him. Did he just say… boyfriend?

“__,” Jungkook calls, anxiously toying with his lip ring. “Do you want this?”

You’ve never wanted anything more.

Without warning, you smash your lips into his. This kiss is sloppy and brash, but he’s yours. Jungkook is yours. “I think you chipped my tooth,” he winces, chuckling breathlessly. “Is that a yes?”

You nod vehemently.

“Okay,” he smiles, tilting your chin, “now give me a real kiss. None of that amateur shit you just pulled.”

You kiss him again, head full of clouds and tummy full of butterflies. Jungkook grabs under your thighs, maneuvering you on top of him, knees on either side of his cinched waist. Your lips are more controlled this time. There’s a little tongue action. Nothing too dirty, just soft brushes and prods like you’re two virgins testing the waters. Everything is slow and unhurried. You feel like you’re floating, levitating, fucking astral projecting.

“There we go,” Jungkook grins, the rounded tip of his nose tickling yours. It’s so sappy, and you can only imagine how dumb you two look, staring at each other with sparkly eyes and goofy smiles.

Jungkook is still Jungkook, though.

A sneaky hand and the grinding of a zipper interrupts the cute moment.

“You perv!” You shriek, giggling wildly as you swat his naughty fingers away. The damage is done, and the sleeve of your open sweater slips down your bare shoulder. “Is sex all you think about?”

“Mm,” he hums in confirmation, placing a peck on the newly exposed skin. “Sex with you,” he specifies before peeling the damp material from your arms and tossing it onto the floor. You cringe at the clanging of your expensive, deadstock, Juicy Couture hoodie. “Why are you so covered up?” Jungkook sits up to suck on your erect nipple, right through your translucent, white tank top. Whimpering, you grind against him. “You gotta take this off…” he sighs dreamily, yanking the pesky shirt over your head.

Wow. He’s extra needy today. Not that you’re complaining.

“Jungkook,” you complain, arms crossed over your chest. “Stop staring!”

“Why are you being so shy?” He does this often. Gawks at your naked body until your skin burns and your cheeks sting. It's a strange feeling. So uncomfortable yet so reassuring. You’ve never had a man look at you the way Jungkook does, like he’s trying to remember every birthmark, curve, and detail. That level of intimacy was scary. You can’t help but squirm under his intense gaze. “You’re my girl now, aren’t you, baby?

His girl. You swoon.

“I am, it’s just kinda awkward.”

“How so?” He patronizes, bottom lip jutting out in a deep pout. “Can’t I look?”

“You can just… don’t stare.”

“I do what I want.” The sudden switch in his voice makes your breath hitch. “Move your arms. Let me see you.”

Oh. He’s in one of those moods.

You and Jungkook rarely dabbled in sub and dom dynamics. Maybe, he was too afraid of intimidating you. Maybe, you were too afraid to initiate. But boy was his aggressiveness a treat. The duality between the relaxed attitude he carried in his everyday life, and the occasional primal beast that came out during sex, made your mouth water.

“Really?” He tuts his tongue when you counter him with a scowl, raising a threatening brow at you, code for ‘go ahead, test me’. You do, not moving a muscle.

Jungkook physically pries your arms apart and twists them behind your back, holding your wrists together in one hand. The swift movement makes you gasp.

“This okay, Bambi?”

All you can see over the bubbles of your cheeks is his tangled, black hair. His forehead rests against your collarbones, sharp exhales fanning across your chest. The hot gusts make your nipples pebble and the light stimulation sends a jolt of electricity coursing through your spine.

“Yes,” you whimper.

Using his free hand, Jungkook grips your jaw, indulging you in a sweet kiss. “Good girl.” The whispered praise has your clit throbbing. He turns your face towards the sleek mirror mounted on the wall. “Look at you, baby.”

Insecurity looms over you like a black raincloud as you’re forced to look at the reflection. The sight of your nude body makes you feel icky. Instinctively, you try to jerk away.

“Hey, stop-” he gruffs, tightening his grip to cement you in place. “Chill. Take a deep breath.”

You obey, closing your eyes and inhaling deeply.

“Why are you so combative today?” The rough edge falters for a moment when Jungkook confirms that he ‘just learned that word yesterday from a synonym website’. You giggle. Why must he be so adorable? “Don’t I always take care of you?”

“You do.”

“Do you trust me?” You nod. “Use your words, baby.”

“I trust you, Jungkook.”

“Good girl,” he smiles, making you face the glass again. His touch is much more gentle this time, guiding you with a delicate finger on your chin. “Don’t look at me,” Jungkook chuckles when he catches you staring at him and then points at your bewildered expression, “eyes on you.”

Despite the initial resistance, looking own reflection isn't as difficult as it was the first time. There’s little things you pick up on, like the way your thick, fluffy hair lays. The way your chest looks so supple pressed against his. How your hips curve out at the right angle. Your skin is smooth and poreless. That Laneige toner is really out here doing the lord's work.

“Look at how beautiful you are.”

Although Jungkook’s words are sweet, you wouldn’t go that far. But you guess, one could say you’re cute—which is more credit than you’ve given yourself in a while.

“Aren’t you so beautiful, baby?”

You hum to appease him, but this experience was definitely a start. You’re gaining self-confidence, one baby step at a time. “You’re beautiful, too.”

“You think so?” He asks airily, flashing one of those teeny tiny smiles he does, where only his two front chompers poke out. You swear this man is an angel, or some mythical being that was too ethereal to exist on planet Earth. Mumbling a small ‘uh huh’, you peck at the corner of his mouth. His silver hoop feels icy against your lips, but his hands, rubbing soothing lines up your back, are so warm. “I wish you saw yourself the way I do,” he says with sparkly eyes. “How could I want anyone else, Bambi?”

Your heart swells two sizes too big and you don’t even know how to respond.

“Alright, space girl,” Jungkook chuckles at your ditzy state, delivering a quick swat to your ass to bring you back to reality. An impatient, tattooed arm is hooked under your thigh, tossing you to the side before he gets to his feet. “Lay down. ‘S been a while since I ate that pussy.”

“Wait,” you say, unphased by his lewd comment. “Can I…” you look down at his crotch, “you know?”

“What?” He smirks at your vagueness. “Suck my dick?”

Foreplay normally consisted of Jungkook’s head between your thighs, his fingers milking your g-spot, or a shy handjob here and there. Now that he’s your boyfriend, you suppose it’s finally time to return the favor. Especially since he looks so delicious with his messy hair and his pretty tits out.

“Please,” you choke, cheeks burning with embarrassment at how quickly the plead slipped out.

“You don’t have to beg,” he purrs, stepping between your parted thighs sat at the edge of his bed. You gulp, nose aligned with his growing bulge. “Actually, yes, you do,” he retracts, swiping his big thumb across your bottom lip tauntingly. You’re dripping, already knowing where things are headed. “Been a bad girl lately, haven’t you?”

“Yeah,” you pout, shrinking under his beady eyes, peering right at you over his big nose. “But you said we’re passed that.”

“We are,” he agrees, “but I could use some reassurance. Wanna give me a little bit, baby?”

“How?”

“Suck it,” he requests, tapping his thick digit against your deep frown, “show me how good you’re gonna blow me… just so I know…”

God, you can’t deny him. Not when his voice is drenched in lust and he looks that yummy. Flicking your hair over your shoulder, you grab his wrist, taking his thumb into your mouth, all the way down to his palm. Moaning, you swirl your tongue around the pad. He plays along, plunging and pulling his finger into your wet suction. Your lips are going to look so fucking pretty around his cock, Jungkook thinks.

“‘Kay, no more,” he says, voice strained as he yanks his hand away. The movement makes you accidentally bite your tongue. Asshole. He proceeds to tangle his spit-covered hand into your hair. Major asshole. With a thick fistful, Jungkook shoves you into his clean-shaven pelvis. “Am I hard yet? Check for me?”

He knows he’s hard. You know he’s hard. But you indulge him anyway, mushing a sloppy kiss into his v-line. The view of his eyes is disrupted by the heavy heaving of his chest, and his cute little nipples; spiked and erect. Dipping down, you place a loving peck on the tip through his pants. The red material is damp from his arousal. “Yep, hard.”

“Cute,” he laughs in reaction to how sweet and innocent you look down there. “Take it out, then.”

You tug his pants down, letting them pool at his ankles. His boner springs up with vigor, whacking you in the nose on its path up to his navel. “Oh fuck,” he gasps, smacking a hand over his mouth in guilt. You glare at him, suspicious of how genuine that ‘guilt’ really is. Something you’ve noticed about Jungkook is that his smiles reach his eyes first. You don’t need to see his lips to know he’s holding in a laugh. The little stars in his irises and the crinkles in the outer corners blow his facade. “You okay, Bambi?”

“Control your dick, Jeon,” you sneer.

“Can’t,” he pouts, wrapping his palm around his tree-trunk-sized base while kicking his pants aside, “he wants you.” You’re impressed at how quickly he steers the conversation back to sex. Also, personifying his dick? That’s new. Clicking his tongue, Jungkook measures his hard cock across the length of your face. If it wasn’t for the curve, his pretty pink tip would be touching your hairline. “How’s he gonna fit, baby? You sure you can take it?”

The questions were rhetorical, purely dirty talk, but they held a piece of the intimidating truth. “I don’t know,” you respond honestly.

“Have you ever done this before?” Sensing your nerves, he pulls back a bit.

“Only once,” you shiver, recalling the questionable memory. “So I don’t know how good I’ll be at this…”

“Pfft,” he dismisses your concerns, “don’t worry about that.” He pets your cheek and you nuzzle into his touch, thankful for the comforting gesture. Then, Jungkook plops down, shimmying up the bed clumsily until he’s hunkered down in his pillows. Following suit, you turn to face him and begin tying your hair up.

“Wait!” He hollers, stopping you at the elbow. His eyes widen at his own unexpected outburst. “Leave it, please. I like it down…” he coughs, “so pretty.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see your frizzy baby hairs shooting wildly in all different directions. Pretty? Regardless, you let go, messy strands falling in loops against your chest and back.

“I have flavored lube if that helps. In my nightstand.”

Of course, Jungkook owns flavored lubricant. It's pretty on-brand for him. But your eyes nearly pop out of your skull when you open his top drawer, unveiling almost an entire Adam & Eve store.

That’s a stretch and you’re dramatic.

Still, you stare in wonderment. There’s an unopened pack of condoms, ‘ribbed for her pleasure!’ printed on the front in purple letters. The blue and white wand next to it makes you choke. The Hitachi. It’s much bigger than you expected, but it makes sense. If it’s as powerful as Jungkook boasted, it must need a fucking car battery. You gulp.

“Snooping through my things, Bambi?”

“No,” you squeak, shaking your head. “You have quite the collection here, Mr. Jeon.”

“Mr. Jeon, that’s sexy,” he laughs, making you jump with an unexpected smack to your ass. “See anything you like?”

Cheeks ablaze, you stay focused, finally spotting the little aqua bottle of… blue raspberry flavored lubricant? You pick it up, causing a shiny piece of metal with a little glint of pink to roll out.

“Really, dude?”

Jungkook’s brows furrow in confusion until he sees the silver butt plug, decorated with a pretty pink gem on the end. Absolutely perfect for you. “Oh, yeah,” he snatches the toy from your clammy hand and eyes it with pride. “Isn’t it pretty?”

“I can’t believe you actually bought one.”

“Why not? I said I was going to.”

“I know,” you huff with a nervous snicker, “but I didn’t think you were actually going to do it.”

“I mean,” he looks at you like you’re brainless, “you like anal, no?”

“No!” You shriek defensively. Anal play wasn’t even on your sexual radar...

Well, that’s not entirely truthful.

You enjoyed it the last time you had sex with Jungkook, in the shower, getting stretched out by his thick thumb in your butt. You remember how mindblowing and pleasurable it felt to be full. “Well, maybe. I don’t know.”

“That’s okay,” he smiles reassuringly. “We don’t have to use it. I just figured it’d be nice to have, in case you wanted to experiment, you know?”

He’s so sweet and thoughtful it makes you ill.

Now that you think about it, your sexuality is basically untapped. You’ve barely scratched the surface of self-discovery. Before Jungkook, you’ve never had a man care about your pleasure, or encourage you to take risks for your own sake. No ulterior motives. Being with Jungkook was like skydiving. Horrifying at first, life-changing once you took the plunge. With him, the parachute was there whether you decided to jump or not. You know that you’re safe, so why not take the plunge?

“Actually, Jungkook,” you stammer, “I kinda wanna try it… the butt plug.”

“You sure?”

“I’m positive.”

The conviction in your voice is like a beautiful ballad in his ears. Brick by brick, you’re opening up. Every day spent together, the walls erode a bit more.

“I got the smallest size I could find, see?” He holds the toy up to his thumb to demonstrate. It’s only a little longer, a little thicker. “So it’s not that far off from what you’re used to.”

“Thank you, baby,” you gush, planting a fat kiss on the dough of his cheek. The contrast between his bready, baby face and his razor-sharp jawline makes you dizzy. You need him in your mouth asap. “Can I suck your dick now?”

“Absolutely, but first can you-,” his index finger twirls in a circle. You blink at him blankly. “Ah, fuck it.” Deciding it’d be much easier to move you himself, Jungkook sits up at the waist to spin you until you're face to face with his third leg, resting patiently against his stomach. The modified 69 has you creaming. “Like that…” he mumbles dreamily, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your track pants, tugging them down your thighs to expose your perky behind and glowy cunt.

“I don’t know where to start.”

“Innocent little thing…” he whispers, smoothing a palm over your lower back. He leans up to chomp on the fat of your ass cheek, leaving bunny-toothed dents in your skin. A predator eating its prey. “Want help?”

“Please,” you mewl, melting under his touch.

“Spit,” he orders, cupping an inked hand under your mouth. Reluctantly, you spit into his palm. He uses your saliva to wet himself, coating his unbearably hard cock with a few languid pumps. Opening the cap, Jungkook squirts a little drop of lubricant onto his finger. “Taste.”

You softly suck on his fingertip. The liquid is sweet like a blue raspberry jolly rancher, but it’s not nearly as sweet as Jungkook’s deep guttural moan and hooded gaze. So worked up just for you. Only you. Yours.

“This, too,” he coos, bringing the butt plug up to your lips, “suck it.”

Seeing him this needy and touch-starved was doing things to you. Maybe you should ignore him more often, if it meant that he would be this feral. You comply, wrapping your lips around the icy metal.

“Being so good, baby,” he affirms, resting the drenched plug against his solid stomach before squirting a generous amount of lubricant onto his length, tugging until he’s glistening with a sticky blue sheen. Big and pretty. “Just start with the tip, alright? Go slow.”

You nod, mesmerized by the little bead of dew resting on the slit of his pretty pink head. Well, it’s a bit blue now. Cotton candy. Yummy.

“Stick your tongue out.” You do, hovering closer. Jungkook taps his length against your tongue with nasty, wet smacking noises. “You want me so bad, don’t you?”

You nod impatiently, making your flat tongue brush against the crown of his leaking cock

“Fuck,” he groans, “put it in your mouth.”

There are a few reasons why you find blowjobs problematic. Unfortunately, you were cursed with an annoyingly overactive gag reflex. Very unideal for dick sucking. However, your primary concerns were taste and texture. But Jungkook’s cock feels like butter when you take it into your mouth. Smooth and silky. And the lubricant made him candy-flavored.

“You like that taste, Bambi?” Jungkook chuckles at how eager and dutiful you look, licking and sucking on his swollen tip like a lollipop. You hum in response, slowly swirling your tongue around his tip with purpose. Giving you a hand, literally and figuratively, Jungkook starts stroking the shaft, stimulating the parts of him you have yet to gobble up. “Want more?” You’re not sure what he’s referring to, but you agree anyway, completely entranced by him. With that, Jungkook squeezes under the tip, and you feel a tiny burst of precum hit your tastebuds.

He’s so sexy you could die.

Moaning, you clench your thighs together for some much needed friction, causing a single drop of wetness to trickle down your leg. Right before his very eyes. He’s never been so hungry, and it would be so easy to just…

“Jungkook!” You moan so loudly you’re sure everyone on campus can hear it. He had laid his tongue flat, trailing your arousal back up to your pussy and then sensually dipping between your folds in one hot lick. He even traces higher, prodding against your other hole until you’re seeing stars.

“Watch your teeth,” he winces when you get carried away, “be gentle, baby.” Peeping a shy apology, you curl your lips over your teeth and slide down past the tip until you’re halfway down his length. You focus on your breathing, nostrils expanding as you inhale deeply. “That’s it, take more.”

So captivated by his ‘yeahs’ and ‘uh huhs’, you miss the sound of a cap clicking open. Suddenly, you feel a cold drizzle slide between your cheeks, before a pair of warm hands spread the slippery substance all over. He uses the residual to thoroughly coat the butt plug.

“Gonna put it in now.” He spreads you open with one hand, pressing the silver against your clenched muscle. “Let me know if anything feels off.”

The initial push is a bit much. You pull off of him with a wet pop, whimpering as he sluggishly inserts the foreign object. He stops at the sound of your whines.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah- fuck,” you grunt, “big, thas all. Please, keep going.”

“I mean, it’s not that big,” Jungkook chuckles, running some saliva over the toy for more moisture, “you’re taking it well, though.” Slowly but surely, he works you open. The noises you moan around his cock are obscene. Not because it hurts, but because it’s so satisfying.

“Feels good, Koo…”

“Sheesh,” he breathes, staring in astonishment at the pink gem in your ass, “it’s so fucking pretty. So sexy.” In his fucked out, head empty state, Jungkook bucks up, shoving all eight of his curved inches down your throat. He doesn’t realize what happened until you pull off with a gag and teary eyes.

“Bambi,” he coos wearily and fear ridden. “I didn’t mean to do that, I swear.”

You send him the meanest, fiercest glare you can conjure up, hoping his conscience burns just as much as your throat does.

“No, come on,” he pleads in despair, reaching for you as you crawl away, “I’m sorry. It was an accident. I wo-,”

You shut him up by hoisting a shaky leg over his hip, straddling him. “You really can’t control yourself, can you?” You hover over him with a teasing smile. How could you possibly stay mad at him when he looked like Tuxedo Mask? The dreamy love interest of your favorite cartoon.

He sighs in relief, panic leaving his body as fast as it came. “No, I can’t,” he smiles softly, shaking his head and snaking both arms around your waist, “not with you.”

And at that moment, you swear you’ve never been happier.

The closeness you felt was indescribable. Not physically, although his python grip was warm and comfortable. It was all emotional. You’re spiraling out of control, heading flipping and stomach somersaulting, but it’s okay—a contained type of chaos. Jungkook feels it too. The shift in the air. The subtle, yet painfully obvious, change in your dynamic. You’re different this time around. A little more outgoing. A little more fearless, as you sit on top of him. He loves it. He thinks he might even love…

“You gonna ride me, Bambi?”

“Mhm.” You feel like a schoolgirl again when you kiss him. That nervousness, wrapped in unbearable excitement, whenever you passed your first crush in the halls. Yeah, that's how you feel right now, looking down at the most stunning person you’ve ever experienced.

Sparks. Fireworks. Butterflies.

You and Jungkook exchange shy smiles when your hands touch, reaching for his erection, desperate to close the gap and become one. So ready to connect your bodies, minds, and hearts in the most intimate way. Clumsily, you fail at first. You’re both so wet that his flushed tip slips, completely missing your entrance and sliding past your clit.

“Sorry,” you chirp abashedly.

“That’s okay,” he pipes, holding himself up for you, “try again.” Just the thick head of his cock resting against your folds is enough to know that there’s going to be an adjustment period. A stretch. There always was, Jungkook is fucking huge. But you have a feeling that this new position would hit differently, making him feel bigger, harder, longer. With a firm grip on your hip, he guides you down onto his piercing length. A symphony of moans and sighs fills the room.

“How’s that?”

You’ve never felt so full.

The butt plug makes the squeeze even tighter, pushing his cock right into your g-spot. The burn ignited a mind-numbing fire inside of you. That, or he was just so deep that you felt him in your stomach. “‘S okay,” you whimper, gnawing on your lip and clinging onto him for stability, “really deep like this, Koo.”

“Take your time,” he gruffs, wincing under the dig of your petite fingers, making little crescent indents in his biceps. Amid sex, the tension in your body served as a reminder that you’re still learning. He was doing his best to be good, but the way your pussy just swallowed him up like that, triggered something primal. Tightest, wettest pussy he’s ever had the blessing of penetrating. Biting his tongue until his mouth tastes metallic, Jungkook battles the urge to thrust up into you until you’re dumb and drooling. He’s trying so hard to be good. The internal struggle is heard in his voice when he speaks, strained and gravely. “Start slow.”

Eventually, the tiny licks of pain transform into a milky, insatiable hunger. When you look down at him, all you see is the base of his thick neck, head thrown back as he succumbs to the gratification of your walls. ‘Wow, what a man,’ you think to yourself. Your man. Encouraged by your eagerness to please, you begin sloppily jerking your hips at a fast pace. No flow or rhythm.

“Easy, easy,” Jungkook shushes with a grin, stopping you at the waist. “Why are you in such a hurry, hm? We have all night.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing,” he laughs, grabbing the shaky hands that are resting awkwardly on your thighs. “Let’s get your form right first. Lean on me.” With the command, your palms are placed flat on his broad, solid pecs. Already, the angle and leverage work with his curve deliciously. “And it’ll probably feel better for you, if you moved like this instead,” Jungkook grips your ass, rocking you into a grinding motion. Instead of up and down, your cunt drags back and forth on his throbbing shaft.

He’s right. It feels so much better like this. The dreamy sensation has you moaning and moving like a pornstar.

To be honest, this wasn’t even the type of video Jungkook clicked on when looking through his PornHub feed in the mornings. Absently scrolling past orgies and blowjobs like the daily newspaper. He preferred things fast. Pummeling every inch into you before pulling out swiftly, leaving only the very tip inside to keep you needy and begging. But fuck, the slow, sensual rolls of your hips were turning his brain to mush. And the way you’re dripping down his balls might make him demote missionary to his second favorite position. He’s hypnotized, staring up at your perky tits, rippling and bouncing freely above him.

“Yeah, baby…” you cheer, carding your fingers through his thick, healthy hair as he sits up at the waist, latching onto your nipple. The gentle runs turn into harsh tugs when he takes the sensitive teat between his teeth. The overstimulation makes you hiss.

“Taste so good,” he huffs, “I can’t keep my mouth off of you.” Slicking his wispy bangs away, Jungkook leans back, stealing a naughty peek at you fucking yourself on him. Using him just how he likes. He spreads his legs apart, praying it’ll help you sink down even further, if possible. “Yeah, take it all…”

“Love taking it all…”

That hot, gooey ballooning is already forming in his balls. The pooling in his shaft is a warning; he’s going to bust soon. Jungkook maintains a strict ladies first policy, so he needs to think of something. Fast. A lightbulb switches on in his head when your neglected clit glides across his smooth pelvis.

“Hold on.” With a hand on your lower back, Jungkook squeezes you against him, preventing you from toppling over as he leans to the side and fiddles around in his special drawer. You gulp when he takes out the infamous vibrator.

“You look terrified,” he jokes, pointing out your fearful gaze and plump lips, currently forming a cute little ‘o’ as you observe the wand.

“Hm, I wonder why?” You scoff at him in fiend ignorance. “Oh, it’s superrr strong, most girls don’t even last five minutes,” you mimic in your best Jeon Jungkook impression. Voice dropping an octave to match his deep, even tone. You think it’s pretty accurate, but his melodic giggles say otherwise.

“I mean, it is,” he confirms, powering on the vibrator, “but there’s different settings, like, here’s the lowest.” The white crown is placed on your inner thigh, letting you get accustomed to the movement before he uses it to destroy you, and your most private areas. The low rumble travels up the muscle in your leg until it reaches your clit with a faint hum. “See? Not bad, right?”

Wrong.

The lack of foreplay on your end, had you teetering on the edge. So when Jungkook presses the strong, creamy buzz to your swollen bud, you’re a goner.

“Fuck!” You wail. “This is the lowest speed?”

“Tell me how it feels.”

“I- oh!” Evilly, Jungkook moves the toy down, nudging the rounded corner underneath your hood, directly stimulating your little bundle of nerves. “I… don’t know… can’t… think right now…”

“Have nothing to say now, huh smart girl?”

Oh, so this was your punishment.

If you could even call it that. You’ve never felt so fucking good.

The rapture coursing through your vein forces you to stop, clawing at Jungkook’s shoulders. He picks up where you left off, rutting into you with vigor, hitting all of your sweet spots perfectly. That, combined with the smooth plug in your ass and the vibrator on your clit, has you overwhelmed and out of control.

“Fuck! Jungkook, I can’t- too much.”

You’re cumming before he even has the chance to object. Thighs quivering. Arms shaking. Eyes rolling back into oblivion. The darkness is disrupted by lightning bolts of white, hot pleasure. Your entire body tingles like you’ve just stuck your acrylic into an outlet. Jungkook guides you to the light as you brace the crashing tsunami of your orgasm.

A literal tsunami.

“You squirted.”

“I did?”

“A little.” Unfortunately, he didn’t get the chance to witness it. Just relished in the warm splashes on his pelvis, his upper thighs, and his cock. You nuzzle into his shoulder, groaning disgruntledly in shame. Jungkook humors you by resting his cheek on top of your head, swaying subtly as he holds you. “Guess you’re not my Bambi anymore. Deer can’t swim.”

“They can swim,” you murmur. “You don’t shit about deer, Jungkook.”

“You’re more like a fish or something,” he coos happily, ignoring your correction. “...Ponyo.”

“You like Studio Ghibli movies?” You ask, picking up your heavy head and looking at him with big, animated eyes. “Since when?”

“Since before my balls dropped,” he responds curtly.

“I didn’t know that…”

“I think there’s a lot about me you don’t know yet, baby.”

There’s no malice in his words. They’re not a sneaky jab, or an attempt to make you feel guilty. They’re just the truth.

“Can I ask you something, Kook?”

“Of course, you can,” he hums, friskily nipping at the apple of your cheek.

‘Do you like anime in general? Or just Studio Ghibli?’

‘If so, what’s your favorite? Oh my God, this is so exciting!’

‘Is that your dog in those pictures?’

“You’re crazy, and yes, that’s my dog,” he chuckles at your endless string of curiosity. “But how about I nut first?” As if on cue, his member twitches inside of you, reminding you that he’s still hard and waiting patiently for his release. “And then you can interview me. Sounds good?”

“Yes,” you say, cheeks scalding. “Sorry.”

“Stop saying sorry,” Jungkook repeats, pecking you lovingly. "I'm gonna lay you down now..." Strategically, he maneuvers you onto your side, plopping down behind you. You curl into his frame, back arching with the rise and fall of his panting chest, his beautifully sketched arm wrapped around your waist. The other rests on the bed, sticking straight out for you to use as a pillow. Your top leg is thrown over his hip, spreading you enough to run his length over your puffy cunt. Grabbing the Hitachi, he brings it back to your engorged clit. The touch makes you yelp.

“Mm, I love how sensitive you get,” he whispers, licking a hot, needy stripe against your cheek. You peep out a confused noise, cowering under his tongue. Yuck. He’s so gross… but so sexy. “It’s not even turned on yet, baby. What would happen if I put it all the way up?”

“I think I’d fall in love with you…”

His heavy breaths stop as locks eyes with you. You can't distinguish the iris from the pupil. It all blends together like the night sky, filled with little stars of raw emotion. He’s pondering something, dewy lips parting and closing as the thought fades.

Nothing is said, but you don't mind. Because when he enters you, rocking into you with languid, passionate thrusts, you feel it. The unspoken words surround you like the weather. They’re warm like a summer breeze.

“Mine, isn’t it?” He speaks against your lips, Hitachi set to the max, going full throttle on your nub. “Say it.”

“This pussy is yours,” you cry, crystal streams clouding your vision and streaming down towards his arm.

“Not that,” he chokes through gritted teeth, trying to postpone his orgasm. Waiting for you to say the magic words and open Pandora’s box. “You, baby. Tell me that you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“Yeah,” he nods, lips curling in as he bathes in your dripping cunt. His strokes become short and uneven as he reaches the point of no return. “I’m yours, too.”

The declaration of reciprocal affection and want fills your chest before shooting to your core. You cum together, sighing into each other's mouths as pure, intense bliss takes over every square inch of your body. Every cell tingles. You try to kiss, but the seal of your lips is broken by your needy cries. During the mutual orgasm, Jungkook trembles. Chest, legs, and arms all quivering in unison as he milks both of you dry. Painting your walls with warm, white spurts until he has nothing left to give. The Hitachi isn’t turned off until you beg.

Euphoria.

When you’re done, neither of you can bring yourself to disconnect. Sex left your sweaty bodies idle and fucked out, but the intimacy of it all kept you rooted in place. Airy kisses are planted on your shoulder. Light scratches outline his tattoos. His seed is hot inside you in the most disgustingly comfortable way. You don’t move for a while, laying in each other's aura until the rain clouds fade and the milky way can be seen by the naked eye. Twinkling lights of stars and headlights flicker against his skin as you count his breaths. They grow more steady as the minutes pass.

“I have a plan.”

Intrigued, you crane your neck, quirking a brow at the man behind you. “A plan?

Without warning, Jungkook expertly gets to his knees. Your ankles are hauled up by your head, manicured toes tickling his cotton pillowcase. Folded in half at the waist.

“Jungkook!”

“Bambi,” he huffs above you, softening cock still tucked inside of you. “Hold your legs for me.”

Oh. You know what he wants.

“Baby,” you giggle flirtatiously, hands curling under your thighs to keep them in place, “what are you doing?” He must want another round. Excitement bubbles in your squished chest and cramped stomach at the thought of having him twice in one night.

“If you stay like this, I should be able to run to the bathroom without getting cum on my bed.”

“Are you kidding me?” You spew in disbelief and disappointment.

“Baby, please,” he groans with pleading eyes. “It’ll take two seconds, I promise.”

“Fine,” you oblige with an overexaggerated pout, “but hurry. This hurts!”

With your permission, he scurries off into the bathroom. A light turns on and the faucet runs. He must be getting something to clean up with. Despite your best efforts, and the ache in your bent neck, his baby juice leaks out of you, cascading down your butt with impeccable speed.

“Jungkook, It’s dripping!”

The door slams against the wall with a loud thud as he bursts through, wet cloth in hand. A second too late. “No!” He sighs in annoyance, dropping to his knees on the mattress, angrily watching a fat white droplet splash onto his black comforter. “Really?”

“What was I supposed to do?” You shout back playfully. The whole situation was dumb and immature, but you can’t stop laughing. You cackle like a madwoman when he runs the damp towel through your folds. “‘M ticklish,” you respond dazily when he raises a brow at you. The giggles turn into a sharp hiss when he slowly removes the plug from your swollen hole.

“Does it hurt?” Jungkook coos, spreading your cheeks to get a better view of the slightly red, inflamed area.

“A little, but I’m okay. I promise.”

“Good,” he hums, smacking your ass, hinting that he wants you off the bed. “Go pee while I change the sheets.”

There’s a change in your appearance when you look in his bathroom mirror. The girl reflected, wearing her boyfriend’s black, pine-scented, oversized hoodie, seems… happy. She is happy. The resting bitch face that Mina often teased you for is completely gone. All you see is glowy skin, bright eyes, and puffy cheeks. A tiny hand comes up to massage them. Ow. They hurt from smiling so much. From laughing like a maniac. You’ve never seen yourself so lively. You’ve never felt so alive.

With a content sigh, you skip back into the bedroom.

Jungkook is already settled, snuggled under the clean bedding like a big baby. The sound of the door opening makes him jump, waking up from the two minute nap he accidentally fell into. Turning to you, he smiles lazily.

You’ll never get used to that face of his. That beautiful face.

“I’m knocked, Bambi,” he yawns, opening his big arms. “C’mere.”

Heart heavy with warmth, you climb between the sheets. You lay on your back, preparing for him to sink his head into your full breasts like feathered pillows. His favorite cuddle position.

“We never ate the pancakes,” you frown, noticing the plastic bags on his nightstand when you reach over, shutting his lamp off.

“‘S okay. We’ll eat ‘em in the morning.”

“Ew, Jungkook,” you scoff revoltingly. “They’ll be rotten by then.”

“You’re rotten but I still eat you.”

Hm. Touche.

“You know,” he lulls, lips smacking together. It’s a habit that only comes about when sleep clouds his mind. “I’ve had a crush on you since the day we met.”

“Liar,” you whisper with a smile, twirling the loose strands at the nape of his neck. Just the way he likes. “You called me a bitch, the day we met.”

“You’re so dramatic. I did not call you a bitch.” The way his tired, hooded eyes blare open at your false statement makes you laugh. “I said you were bitchy. There’s a difference.”

You recount the memory.

“You know what, I like you. You’re a little bitchy but-,” he slurred at the end of the night, helping you gather the discarded solo cups, "Also innocent. Kinda like a baby deer. What the fuck was that movie?”

“But underneath that attitude… I don’t know- There was just… something about you. Something special. And I knew that I could bring that side out of you, eventually."

“Bambi! Right… I can’t wait to ruin you.”

God, why are you so emotional today?

Tears pile into your waterline. They’re not from sadness or anger.

Laying in bed with Jungkook, who’s sighing peacefully as he drifts off to sleep, you can’t believe that this is your life.

After a few minutes of silence, you realize that there’s no way you’re following him into dreamland. You’re way too wired and ecstatic. Who could blame you?

“Jungkook,” you whisper.

No answer.

“Jungkook.”

A grunt of acknowledgment.

“Are you awake?”

“No…”

“But you just responded, though...”

Silence.

“Can we watch Sailor Moon?”

Crickets.

"Jungkook?"

“Baby!” He whines, high-pitched and huffy as he turns his head in frustration. “‘M sleepin’!’”

“Jeez,” you roll your eyes, still sluggishly playing with his dark ropes. “Someone’s grumpy…”

There’s another beat of silence before he speaks.

“Fine,” he groans dramatically, twisting back to his original position with a smushed frown against your boob. “I’ll watch one episode. One.”

You squeak excitedly, pecking the top of his head in appreciation, pulling out your phone and turning on your favorite series with glee. He puts up a good fight; loopily murmuring ‘wow’ and ‘no way’ whenever you share a little fun fact about the character lore. Halfway through, the sound of Usagi and Rei arguing is overtaken by Jungkook’s soft snores.

Soft for now. You know once he hits the REM phase, he’ll turn into a lawnmower.

With a defeated sigh, you close the streaming app and put your phone away, cuddling closer to your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend.

You're dying to finish the season. At this rate, it's going to take you guys forever to watch Sailor Moon in its entirety. But that’s okay, you suppose, because forever with Jungkook doesn’t sound that bad at all.

it's requited love yall :')

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Kings get jealous too

Yall voted and honestly the thought of Jealous!sukuna was tooooo good to not write. Reader is black (happy black history month btw). Sukuna does not like to share… or have anyone touch whats his why would a king have to?

The vibrations of my phone for the 3rd time was finally begining to annoy me so with eyes still closed i reach around the bed only to slap something warm and firm.

“Still here sweetheart” i hear the raspy voice of sukuna i dont need to look at him to know hes smirking and my eyes shoot open making direct eye contact.

Finally reaching for my phone hoping to get some sort of clarity i see 100 missed calls, 43 text messages, 17 instagram post. The safest option was to go through my messages as i try to gain memory of why this idiot was in bed next to me.

“Oh sweetheart do you not remember?” He chides cockily and i sit up seeing a picture that nearly killed me. My tongue out… against Sukunas sternum in a secluded corner of the club with him smirking devilishly at me and the next of him carrying me out his hands firm on my ass.

The club.

The club!

Housing yuji had been no problem at all, owing a favor to Gojo i was glad when this was all he needed. Yuji itadori was sweet kind always cleaned after himself and was a genuine pleasure to have around even cooking when away on missions.

The issue? The fact that he was a vessel for a 1000 year old king of curses that was a complete pain in the ass who gets a thrill out of you especially finding out i was kazumi Honoka and had i not resented my family could easily match Gojo or top him . The Honoka clan known for the most powerful flame and fire weilding sorcerers every few generations, squeaky clean image rich and arrogant just as the other powerful clans.

“Sukuna the only reason your not dead is because i havent found a way to exercise you from yuji i know for a fact i could kill you” i seethe only to be met with silence. I hated being ignored and he would do it on purpose as if his pathetic ass being housed by a child was better than me. Growling i pull a dagger from my waist band and swing it at Yuji necks who looks at me in fear but Sukunas mouth breaks through his neck biting the dager making it crumble into a million pieces as if it was nothing more than a cracker.

“You dont even know how to fully weild your cursed energy sweetheart, i could have you dead in 10 seconds and with the remaining 9 dance over your corpse” his mouth cackles from the side of Yujis neck.

This was a typical tuesday morning for us.

“Yet you’re only a pathetic excuse of what you used to be. King of curses yet you’ve been trapped inside of yuji for years how lame” i degrade a sneer on my face as i adjust my shirt.

“I— should we do something about this” Megumi ask from next to Nobara on the couch who looks concered and ready to break us up but not sure how plates of breakfast getting cold. It wasnt even 11am yet.

“No. This is a typical Tuesday it’s kind of like foreplay for them. Usually she ignores him or teases back unless she had a difficult mission” Yuji informs them before shoving another pancake in his mouth and of course he noticed the differences in our interactions i was the only one Sukuna really interacted with anyway.

“How was it?” Nobara looks at me and i sigh. I nearly died because i lost my footing tripping over my own tube of fenty lip gloss, how could i ever admit that.

“Pffft, struggling with a puny curse yet you think you could take me on? You make me laugh, brat” and thats what makes me lose it and ignite the fire flames on my hands my eyes matching as i do cause a groan from Yuji.

“I havent even finished breakfast yet can i atlea—“

I cut him off.

“Release him” i fume cracking my knucles making the flames bigger my breakfast completely forgotten about.

“Yeah release me brat so i can finally have my moment with her” he snaps back at yuji and this time I smirk the fire on my hands dulling.

“If thats what you wanted that’s all you had to say, it’s childish to be mean to a girl you like. Unfortunately you’re not my type” i grin patting Yuji cheek where Sukunas mouth was only to feel his sharp teeth nip at my hand.

“Youre nothing like the women i had keeping my bed warm just like you’re silly little technique you wouldnt know what to do with me” he chides back the two on the couch getting whiplash from how fast our conversation changes and how quick our comebacks are for another.

“See, foreplay” Yuji utters to them as he finishes his plate of pancakes satisfied with his belly being full leaning back on his seat.

“Well we were going to celebrate you getting back and figure you could use a night out since returning from your mission, but it looks like you definitely need it” Megumi speaks up motioning between myself and Yuji.

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Giggling with Nobara as we take a 6th shot of casamigos to see who would tap out first watching a woman try to flirt with Megumi who's completely oblivious or just awkward at flirting.

“What's the deal with you and Sukuna? Girl to girl like i didn't even know he spoke unless he had full control” she prys bumping my shoulder which i roll my eyes at. “Please Yuji told me how he always has an eye on you, always ask about you when you're not around and flirts with you relentlessly”

“He also pesters me” i add sipping the lemon drop the bartender placed infront of us mentioning it was on the house.

“Anything to keep your attention” she smirks while taking another shot. “It’s why he’s taken over Yuji yet instead of burning the entire world down he’s watching you”.

And he is, black tattoos adorned his body as he sits on the sofa eyes piercing through the crowd focused directly on me. Maybe it was the curiosity maybe it was the alcohol but i was tempted to test her theory.

Swiping another coat of lipgloss over my lips and adjusting my shirt so my boobs were perked up with a quick hair fluff i turn to the guy at the end of the bar Whos been covering our tab for drinks.

“Hello handsome” i grin taking the stool next to him watching the instant lust build in his eyes. I could still

Feel his eyes on me and its only right to give him a show.

The man on the stool looks over at me, double taking before adjusting his posture to give me his full attention.

“My my tonight must be my lucky night an angel like you gracing me with your presence” he praises the strong smell of alcohol on his breath as he twirls one of my dark curls around his finger releasing it with a spring.

“Move” and Sukunas glare is deadly biceps rippling under the club light his shirt long gone.

“Hey pal” the man says setting a hand on Sukunas shoulder unaware of just what was about to happen and i couldnt even warn him my eyes never left the king of curses.

Without breaking eye contact he grabs the mans hand crushing it the sound of bones crushing couldn’t be hidden by the loud music but i still could only focus on sukuna.

“Wipe the smug look off your face” he grumbles stepping closer the heat of his body rolling off onto me.

“Lord Sukuna, king of curses the almighty and powerful isnt… jealous?” I giggle watching as he takes the shot left behind by the man scowling as he takes the shot next to it as well.

“Dont humor me, he was weak and undeserving. Plus if something happened to you Yuji would never shut up” he… rambles? Oh he was so jealous. Fire literally comes out of my hand unless that man controlled water and in copious amount what harm would he truly bring me.

“So if i were to go home with him and sleep with him you wouldnt be jealous in the slightest? And i mean hours of letting him have his way with me—“ to which he scoffs rolling his eyes in disgust.

Sukuna wasnt a man of many words more so action so i could talk all i wanted but the best reaction id get was from action. And i knew just how to pull it from him.

“Not even if i did this?” I ask but before he has a chance i bend down coming eye level with his abdomen and drag my tongue from the begining of the black mark to where it ends on his chest smirking when i come eye level with him watching as something dark ignites in his eyes.

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When we get home theres not a surface left untouched that he doesnt have me against. Pressing me into the front door as he bites down my neck licking and sucking over my pulse.

“Suk—mmmm” the moan comes out of me as he tugs on my earlobe with his mouth his hands feeling like hot fire on my body. He begins to pull me further in but i pull back giggling at his look of dissatisfaction.

“I gotta take m’shoes off” im sure i slur my words slightly only to be picked up and placed on the top of the black velvet couch my feet on the seat cushion giving him easier access. Im shocked by how gentle he is untying the straps from around my calfs before he gets frustrated ripping them off.

“SUKUNA!” I yell watching the coy smirk on his face and he leaves a kiss on my calf.

“Whaaaat?” Before another kiss is placed on my knee followed by my inner thigh and right when i think hes going to go under my skirt he switches to my other leg the warmth spreading in my core and i wanted him to stop teasing.

“Sukuna” i groan but it instead comes out as a sigh feeling his thumbs massage into my inner thigh extremely close to my core as i feel his breath over my underwear.

“Tell me.” He grunts against my core the vibrations shaking my whole insides and maybe my body was just sensitive to him because i could definitely cum just like that. “Tell me what i want”

And hes placing kisses over my pussy through my underwear moaning and something about him wanting me so bad he would kiss me through my underwear turned me on even more. I’m sure he could tell because its not long before his tongue is poking at the sides making me shiver.

“Give me what i want” i counter to prideful to beg alcohol be damned the arrogant grin on his face doesnt budge as he pulls me down so im on the seat easily throwing my legs over his shoulders. Long fingers brush my wet folds as he hooks his finger in my underwear, a lewd comment about me being so wet for him my thongs were clinging to it in a way his tongue would replace.

And hes not lying, he places one long lick from my hole all the way up to my clit, a light swirl around before placing a peck and I feel electric. My head luls back as he uses two fingers to spread my lips open giving easier access to my clit which he sucks kisses licks and moans against.

“Fuck” he groans against it placing a wide open mouth tongue kiss on my pussy and i arch into him? Away? Im not sure my eyes slam shut when i realize hes kissing my pussy the same way he was kissing me against the door and the pure lewdness of his mouth being full of me. The wet smacking sounds were being drowned out by my moans and cries of his name and with a particular flick of his tongue on my clit i launch forward squeezing my thighs around his head which seems to entertain more than bother him.

“Eyes on me” he moans against me tapping my thighs twice and i couldnt even remember shutting them. His lips apply more pressure as my hands get lost in his hair holding him in place which seems to egg him on his motions becoming filthier with every flick of his tongue.

He pushes me back before his wide palms squeeze my thighs grunting as he continues his assault licking me in ways that would leave a mark on my mind before tongue-fucking me which is what sends me into the spiral of cuming for the first time. (And embarassingly fast)

“So delicious” he murmurs licking up every drop and i can feel my heart pounding in my ears as i try to catch my breath. It took him less than five minutes to have me in a puddle, figuratively and literally and my brain scrambled.

Pulling me forward by my chin he places an aggressive kiss on my lips leaving me dizzy as i taste myself on his lips until he quickly pulls back standing up beckoning me to follow him.

“We need to get you to bed” he speaks and i miss the taunt in his voice taking it as being scolded instead which makes me stop the cold of the hallway floor settling on the pads of my feet.

“What?!” I snap and he raises a brow facing me the taunt evident on his face.

“Unless you want something from me, tell me sweetheart” And it’s nothing more than an attempt to get me to beg but i was entirely not going to. I would never, no matter how mad i wanted him to rearrange my insides.

“No?” He ask cupping my jaw roughly his thumb grazing my bottom lip rubbing the juices on my lip— the moment he fucks up.

Using my tongue to wrap it arround his thumb before sucking it into my mouth watching the desire come full force in his eyes. I release it with a small pop sound a string of saliva connecting his finger to my lip his eyes never moving from it.

“I mean i know you like when i lick your marks up your chest but what about down?” I whisper before my tongue drags down the black lines down to the waist band of the pants pulling them down watching his dick spring out yet the weight, length and girth stops it from springing completely against his abdomen.

My mouth waters at the sight and i feel myself sink down to my knees keeping eye contact wrapping my acrylic fingers around it. Theres a drip of precum as i slowly begin to pump that i chase with my thumb smearing it against the tip.

Removed from my trance i feel his large hand cup my jaw roughly and the other replace my hand over his length giving a few slow pumps so i eagerly stick out my tongue knowing exactly what he wants to do. He taps it on my tongue twice before slowly pushing it in my mouth keeping direct eye contact the whole time listening to the way his breath stops as he hits the back of my throat. He feels heavy in my mouth in the most delicious way causing me to moan and give a slight suck.

Its the soft groan that he makes that encourages me to take control pulling back slighty before pushing him all the way down my throat one hand at the base making a twisting motion while the other massages his balls this time earning a “fuck baby” and i almost tease him about it but my mouth was… full.

Pulling back once more for air i swirl my tongue around the tip collecting every drop of precum before licking my way down to his balls and taking them in my mouth. His leg twitches and his eyes are on me with a blown eyed gaze as i swish them around my mouth sending him a wink the smirk coming back.

“Youre such a— fuck… brat taking my dick like this in the…” he stops for a second going to reach for my hair and i almost send a glare until i realize hes just moving it off my shoulders. Hollowing my cheeks and sucking hes brought back to his words. “In the hallway, so hungry for me arent you” he growls

Moving my mouth back onto his length taking him 4 more times down my throat my hand replacing where my mouth previously was before continuing a bobbing motion. The pace of my bobbing matching the pace of my hand twisting before his hands start caressing my cheeks using it as leverage.

“Such a good girl” he begins stuttering eyes rolling back head falling against the wall. His hips began moving and im not even sure he realizes it and hes fucking my face at a quick pace muttering words in a language that i couldnt identify— maybe something prehistoric.

“Throat so.. mmf… so good, such a good brat. FUCk” he growls when i gag but doesnt stop for a second just continues his rambling. “My brat, youre taking every inch so fucking… so fucking” he holds my head in place as if hes trying not to cum to quick.

Shit thats exactly what hes doing!

Tapping his thigh to gain his attention, the same way he did to me I internally smirk the moment his eyes meet mine and I know exactly what kind of thing would make him release. Slowly pushing down until my nose hits his pelvis as I pull back I give him the longest blink I can exaggerate without looking crazy letting the tears prick my eyes without falling giving the base of his dick and balls a slight squeeze moaning the entire time.

“You fucking demon— nnghhhh”he moans as ropes of his cum shoot down my throat his hips twitching as he holds me in place trying to keep his eyes on me. after hes satisfied everydrop is in my mouth not a single one gone to waste He finally lets my face go before im being pulled up by the front of my shirt. His lips are on mine as hes groping me like my clothes dont exist his hands running all over my body pulling me in closer.

His tongue swirls in my mouth and its like a mix of both of us before i playfully bite down on his bottom lip feeling him harden against my hip making me grin. He likes it rough i could be as rough as i wanted and hed probably just love it even more.

My legs wrap around his waist the moment he picks me up walking the rest of the way to my room and placing me on the bed pulling me shirt over my head and to inpatient for my skirt and underwear he rips them off. Climbing over me he places a few teasing bites up my neck marking up what hadn't already been marked before pulling back slightly to line himself up with my entrance.

I assume hes going to tease but the squelch and sudden burn of him pushing in makes the corner of my eyes prick with tears only brought back by the sounds of his grunts.

“And you fucking thought id let you go hone with another man and hed have this view of you cock drunk already and all ive done was slide halfway in” he chuckles darkly and i look at where we are connected.

HALFWAY?

“Eyes on me brat” and my leg is thrown over his shoulder before he leans forward giving me a bruising thrust. Well clearly i bit off more than i could chew. His thrust are fast and heavy but not painful. He rolls his hips and my hands fly up to his chest.

Hold on what was this. He sends a handful more thrust just like that with the same force… no not force pressure and i can feel my mouth watering. These werent the quick hard and fast strokes i was expecting. Sure they were rough but—

His large hand throws my other leg over his shoulder pulling a high pitched moan from me and he was entirely to deep inside of me. Its a particular thrust that hits a spot deep inside of me causing my eyes to cross and i nearly push him off of me had it not been for our position.

“Ahhhh looks like i found that sweet spot” he taunts thrusting into it again and i bite my bottom lip trying to hold in the moans. “Cute attempt” and before i could ask what he means he leans forward so were chest to chest and if he wasnt deep before he definitely was now.

“Fuck” he growls against my ear continuing his assault my eyes only catching the way every muscle ripples in his back. He was making his mark and not just sucking and biting but engraving his self in my memory. Every thrust every roll of his hips its like he was trying to make sure i wouldnt forget drunk or sober. Its slight caresses that turn to grips, hip rolls that turn to strong thrust that rattle my whole body bites thats followed by his tongue flicking over them.

The orgasm begins to build and i feel the wetness already sliding down making him grunt picking up the pace.

“S-sukuna!” It rocks through me before i have time to warn him but he doesnt stop just continues to fuck me through it his chuckles a distant thought it my head.

“You were so jealous” i mutter through heavy pants the only thought i could hold onto before he's pulling out and i'm flipped onto my stomach his length pushed back in this time his hand snaking under me to play with my clit his strokes different this time.

His fingers are going fast yet his strokes are slow are taunting his balls slapping against me the contrast sends me into another orgasm my brain telling me to fight back.

“The next time you think IM jealous of another man some puny mortal remember i can make you cum in 30 seconds” he grunts in my ear and i know theres a glare on his face. But he doesnt stop he alternates the pace of his fingers and thrust making me moan out trying to hold back long forgotten.

“You look so delicious” he moans and the sound has my toes curling. He drops half of his weight on me as his other hand comes around grabbing my neck lifting me up so I can see our reflections in the mirror. His maroon eyes were dark and getting darker with lust as we made eye contact through the mirror and for a second my mind turns to mush the only thought was how good he felt with every thrust and pinch of my clit.

“Look at you… fuck falling apart under me” he grunts a smile building on his lips before he licks them gripping tighter on my neck. “You look so perfect taking my cock like this. Getting so… youre making such a mess on me. Youre pussy is so tight and warm and the way youre clenching when i talk… shit. You must like my voice” his grin grows and i look away but the way i clench around him gives me away im sure.

His hand moves from my clit leaving three stinging SMACKS. His grip grows tighter on my throat forcing me to look at him again in the mirror, his hand squeezing over my cheeks.

“Sukuna” i snap or try to but it only comes out as a stuttering moan which satisfies him.

“Don't look away” he growls and when hes sure im not going to try again he places his hand back on my clit.

“Im not jealous,” he tries to prove his point but it was lost on me i didnt even care i was in complete bliss.

“I can fuck you better than him. He was just going to turn into a boy and jackrabbit you. He wouldnt know what to do with all the woman you are. Me…JEALOUS? No im leaving my mark youre going to remember every touch, lick, bite, shit and thrust. Thats real punishment. Ruining you for every man after me. They couldnt fuck you like this” he rants a deranged look in his eyes before his speed increases and of course.

He wasnt some 20 something year old guy he was a 1000 year old curse with years of experience in torture. Brute force was a mere quick thing and nothing about this was quick.

“Sukuna im going to…” i whine kicking my legs feeling the pressure build up and it was becoming to much for me. I try to thrust back to push him off but that sinister smile grows the widest ive ever seen and instead he pulls me to my knees by my hip. It instead becomes leverage as he uses his other hand to push my back down creating an arch as his pace comes to the fastest its been all night finally pushing in all the way the tip hitting the spot that made my eyes cross again.

“Oh… OH” he chuckles as he watches my fist curling in the blankets the moans no longer quiet but loud screams im sure my neighbors would complain about tomorrow but i couldnt care.

“Feels good doesnt it, i should make you beg to cum, i should edge you. I shouldnt even.. fuck.. youre lucky youre so pretty i shouldnt even let you cum for even entertaining him. Were you trying to piss me off?” He growls but it all falls on deaf ears. My own shrieks of pleasure are the only thing i can register.

“But since youre here… under me and that stunt you pulled? At that silly little club? Ill be nice just this once brat.” He moans his thrust becoming sloppy as if the thought of me licking him turns him on.

“Cum for me” he pinches my clit sending me into my demise the hot ropes of cum from him shooting inside of me as his grunts get louder while he rides out our orgasms.

“Good girl” is the last thing i hear before darkness takes over.

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Sukuna isnt prepared to glance at the clock at 4:37am. Sure he wasnt fully sleep but being prepared for the brown skinned fire sorceress to wake him up 10 minutes ago for another round was the last thing he expected.

Sukuna loved every second of it. She wasnt like past women who wanted to made sure they just pleased him oh no she wanted to conquer him. find every kink, every sensitive spot any twist of her hips or clutching of his core that made him putty for her and exploit it. Biting him, sucking on his neck, hair pulls and even slight chocking— ok it was nothing slight about it at all, even when she pins his arms above his head he was losing his senses because everything was her.

She had the audacity to try this and look so fucking good doing it. It was no longer him fucking her but dhe was fucking him and damn did it feel good. She was marking him every inch of his body stating her claim and he nearly felt pride, his brat, fuck did she know how to get him going. So prideful she wouldnt even cum again until he did even if that means he did have to snake one of his hand down to pinch her clit watching her tears come down her face as she fights so strongly.

Sukunas proud and for a moments forget this isnt his body just a mere vessel but hes so proud of her he wants to drop his whole load and really claim her as his own but things are a bit complicated right now. But hes so prpud of her being so strong taking every inch and seeing the lengths of her stubotness but fuck does he want her to cum. He needs to feel the way she cums arounds him and watch as the cream builds up at where their bodies meet, he needs to see that pure look of bliss and feel the desperation as her body clings to his. But he can talk her through it.

“H-hey sweetheart, look at me” he growls angry she had him stuttering and with a sharp thrust upward to meet hers she whines looking down at him.

“What?! Y-youre —-mmmm fuck… youre fucking up my pace” she seeethes through clutch teeth pulling roughly on the hair at the nape of his neck his moans unable to be hid at the pure pleasure.

“Sorry sweetheart” he falsely apologized repeating the thrist again feeling her clench. “Just wanna say youre doing so good, taking me dick so good just like you should” he sits up watching as she adjust using his shoulders for leverage.

“Listen to it… every sound, squelch— youre gripping me soooo tight. I could fuck you all night, loose myself in it. Its so wet and warm and your taking every inch like a good brat for me, my brat” he breathes in her ear before bringing her jaw so theyre eye to eye once more.

“I cant wait to watch you cum for me again, make a mess all over your dick.” He tells her watching as she tries to close her eyes and he sends another rough thrust forcing her eyes back open.

“You have 5 seconds to give it all to me” he tells her darkly left hand going to her clit as a threat not rubbing or moving just pressing into her.

“4” and she presses her forehead against his

“3” he smirks as her hips become erattic the whimpers increasing from her mouth.

“Sukuna!” She snaps digging her nails into his back holding on tighter to him. He grins kissing the side of her head thumb not moving from her clit but pressing harder.

“2” and the wet sounds increase letting him know he was more than capable of talking her… counting her through it.

“I hate you” she moans releasing all over him sending him into an orgasm as well thrusting his hips so they can both ride it through only stopping when he feels her body slump against his.

“I hate you so much” she speaks through ragged breaths as he leans back never pulling out and he chuckles kissing her head again pushing her hair out of her face.

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“So youre telling me…” i trail off completely speachless when all the memories from last night come back and i can feel everywhere he touched like it was burned into my skin.

His arms rest behind his head the holds that cocky smirk and lazy look in his eye as if i forgot his moans.

“You fucked me like that because you were jealous?” I giggle once more watching as his glare comes back

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robin-buckely · 1 month

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hello! I love your edits and I wanted to know, for the "Steve Robin and Nancy" Gif you posted.. How would I go about doing something like that? More specificly, the bottom two where it says "Height Difference" and where it labels them as "Princess, Jock and Loser"

Thank you! Sorry this took a while to answer. I finally had time to sit down and write this. Link to original post.

Quick notes: I'm using Photoshop 2021 on Mac and working in video timeline. Must have basic gifmaking skills and know how to use layer masks. This is primarily a gif layout and text tutorial.

Fonts used in first gif:

Pea Wolfe Tracks — link here

King & Queen — link here

Fonts used in second gif:

Kiera — link here

Post — link here

Ellianarelle's Path — link here

Heina's hurry — link here

I used a light leaks/film texture, ripped paper textures, folded paper textures, and transparent pngs (arrows + post-it notes + smiley face).

We'll start with this gif.

Make your gif! The gif here is 540x600px. I color and sharpen it to my liking. Go to image > canvas size > change height from 600 to 770px. I left the anchor in the middle, though it doesn't really matter.

I drag and drop my folded paper texture and change the layer order so it's under my gif. Then I change the blending mode on my gif to Screen so the texture shows through the gif, but I keep the texture at 100% Opacity and Fill.

Now I move my gif around and add my ripped paper textures. I wanted to give it a sort of poster-like feel to it, so I made more room on the bottom for my main text and ended up with something like this. Blending mode is set to Lighten for the ripped paper textures.

I then use layer masks to hide what I don't want shown and add my light leaks/film texture. Blending mode on light leaks/film texture set to Pin Light, Opacity: 50%, Fill: 70%.

I use Levels and Brightness/Contrast adjustment layers to darken the gif up a bit more, then I add a patterned paper texture. Blending mode for patterned paper texture set to Lighten, Opacity: 100%, Fill: 75%. Result:

Now on to the text!

I'm going to be honest here, a lot of this was clicking around until I settled on something I liked. There's three layers to create this text effect. The font used here is King & Queen.

For the first text layer, the font color is set to black (#000000), font size: 87 pt, leading: 80 pt, tracking: 25.

Layer styles used here are stroke and drop shadow.

Text Layer 1

Stroke settings:

Size: 1px

Position: Outside

Blend Mode: Hard Light

Opacity: 40%

Overprint: unchecked

Fill Type: Color

Color: #5911ed

Drop Shadow settings:

Blend Mode: Difference

Color: #2d5ba8

Opacity: 85%

Angle: 70°

Use Global Light: checked

Distance: 7px

Spread: 0%

Size: 6px

Contour: Cone - Inverted

Anti-aliased: unchecked

Noise: 0%

Layer Knocks Out Drop Shadow: checked

Blending mode for text layer set to Overlay, Opacity: 100%, Fill: 85%.

Warp text settings:

Style: Wave

Horizontal: checked

Bend: +60%

Horizontal Distortion: +10%

Vertical Distortion: 0%

With all those settings applied, the first text layer looks like this:

Duplicate the layer, clear all layer styles, and change the color for the second text layer to white (#ffffff). All other text settings (including warp settings) should stay the same. The only layer style then applied to this text layer is stroke.

Text Layer 2

Stroke settings:

Size: 1px

Position: Outside

Blend Mode: Difference

Opacity: 100%

Overprint: unchecked

Fill Type: Color

Color: #d48f16

Blending mode for the second text layer is set to Difference, Opacity: 90%, Fill: 100%. Nudge the second text layer a bit so the first text layer is a little more visible or move to your liking.

With both those layers active, it looks like this:

Duplicate the second text layer, clear layer styles, and change the color of this third text layer to a dark grey (#1a1919). Again, all other text (and warp) settings should stay the same.

Layer styles applied to this layer are stroke and gradient overlay.

Text Layer 3

Stroke settings:

Size: 1px

Position: Outside

Blend Mode: Difference

Opacity: 100%

Overprint: unchecked

Fill Type: Color

Color: #d48f16

Gradient Overlay settings:

Blend Mode: Difference

Dither: unchecked

Opacity: 100%

Gradient: #cd3f00 > #ffdb5d

Reverse: unchecked

Style: Reflected

Align with Layer: checked

Angle: 90°

Scale: 100%

Blending mode for the third text layer set to Exclusion, Opacity: 100%, Fill: 100%. I also moved the third text layer around, down and to the right a few pixels to give it that 3-D Word Art effect.

With all three text layers active:

Next are the arrows.

Take your transparent pngs and place them to your liking. Blending mode for these is set to Difference, Opacity: 100%, Fill: 100%.

Command + click on an arrow thumbnail to select all the pixels in that layer. This is why the image must be transparent!

With that selection made and on a new blank layer, right click the selection and click on stroke. Settings for that are width: 2px, color: white, location: center. Move that a couple of pixels over.

Do this for all arrows for a total of 6 layers for arrows. I group them together to keep my workspace clean, then I duplicate my arrows group with no further changes made to the second group to get what you see in the final gif.

Next is the smaller text. It's three separate text layers for each word, so I can move each of them around to my liking.

Font used is Pea Wolfe Tracks, font color: white (#ffffff), font size: 24 pt, leading: 6 pt, tracking: 25. Bold and italic options checked. I set the blending mode to Difference, Opacity: 100%, Fill: 100%.

And that's it! That concludes the tutorial for this gif!

Now on to this gif.

We'll start with the background gif. There are three separate gifs. You could make them one gif, but I wanted the option to order them differently if I needed to.

All gifs in the background are the size of the canvas: 540x770px. Color and sharpen to your liking, but keep them all black and white. To get the blurry effect go to filter > blur > guassian blur. Set radius to 7.0 pixels. Add this to all three gifs.

Then I add two folded paper textures. Blending mode for one set to Lighten, Opacity: 60%, Fill: 100%. The other set to Screen, Opacity: 70%, Fill: 90%.

I found this tutorial a while back for a halftone effect. They include links to the halftone pattern used here as well as textures and gradient maps not used here.

I'm only using the halftone pattern here.

Pattern fill settings:

Angle: 66°

Scale: 8%

Link with Layer: checked

I also added a gradient overlay layer style to the halftone pattern which gives the gifs the color you see above.

Gradient Overlay settings:

Blend Mode: Overlay

Dither: unchecked

Opacity: 100%

Gradient: #0059ac > #a33600 > #e6b801

Reverse: unchecked

Style: Linear

Align with Layer: checked

Angle: -100°

Scale: 100%

Now on to the square shapes with rounded corners. In the interest of keeping this tutorial short(er), I found this tutorial on youtube that explains how to make squares with rounded corners.

I set my stroke size to 6px, stroke color to white (#ffffff), and fill to no color. I don't use the stroke layer style to make the borders of the shape like in the video! I'm only linking the video to show how to curve corners with square shapes.

Note: Be sure you know how big or small you want these to be and how they're going to fit on your canvas in order to make all the shapes and edit them. It can be tedious to change the settings.

Duplicate and resize to your liking.

In this instance, I wanted to make three squares total, so I had to duplicate twice and resize until I had something I liked.

Settings for the shapes used here are:

Innermost shape: W: 200px, H: 280px, corners: 50px

Middle shape: W: 220px, H: 300px, corners: 60px

Outer shape: W: 240px, H: 320px, corners: 70px

Once I have the size I want for all three shapes, I group them together to make a set and duplicate that group twice, then adjust each set on the canvas for my layout.

What the sets look like all together:

Colors used: orange #e47100, blue #0062d1, yellow #ecac00

To add color to the shapes, either change the color of the shape itself or use layer styles. I used layer styles.

Note: I didn't add the colors until the end after I knew what gifs went where and what color scheme I wanted, but I don't want to add more images than I need to here.

To keep this short, I found this tutorial on youtube that explains how to wrap text around a shape. However, I wanted the text to align on the outside where the white line is and not the green line (left image):

So I created another shape just inside the innermost square and used that as a path for my text (right image). Adjust the text to your liking until you have your text where you want it. Refer to the video tutorial if you need help moving the text along the path!

You don't need the shape path once you have your text where you want it, so use the layer visibility tool to hide it. You can hide your other shapes too so you can work with your text.

Do not delete your shape path!

I duplicate it once I start working with my "jock" text since all the sets are the same size. The "loser" text has to be worked a little differently, but we'll get to that later.

For the princess, jock, and loser text, there are two text layers to create the overall effect. For both layers, font used is Kiera, font color set to white (#ffffff), font size: 60 pt, blending mode set to Normal.

I added a gradient overlay layer style to the first text layer which I'll call the base layer. Opacity for this layer is 100%, Fill: 100%.

Base Layer

Gradient Overlay settings:

Blend Mode: Normal

Dither: unchecked

Opacity: 100%

Gradient: #f0b002 > #e7f0fd

Reverse: checked

Style: Diamond

Align with Layer: checked

Angle: 90°

Scale: 100%

The second text layer is your stroke and drop shadow layer. For this layer, opacity is set to 100%, Fill: 0%.

Stroke and Drop Shadow Layer

Stroke settings:

Size: 2px

Position: Outside

Blend Mode: Linear Light

Opacity: 100%

Overprint: unchecked

Fill Type: Color

Color: #0064cb

Drop Shadow settings:

Blend Mode: Difference

Color: #fb7c00

Opacity: 100%

Angle: 30°

Use Global Light: checked

Distance: 5px

Spread: 0%

Size: 0px

Contour: Linear

Anti-aliased: unchecked

Noise: 0%

Layer Knocks Out Drop Shadow: checked

End result looks like this:

When I make my shapes visible again (minus the one I used as a path), I get this:

The shapes are clearly in the way of the text, whether they're above my shapes layer or under it. I use layer masks to hide what I want, so the text is legible. It looks cleaner this way and I wanted the text to be a part of the shape itself. I do that for each rounded square.

Now on to my smaller gifs. I like to crop, resize, sharpen, and color separately because my laptop and Photoshop would kill me if I tried to do it all on one canvas. I use the size of the middle shape for my gifs (220x300px), so I can have a little wiggle room when adjusting. I then use a layer mask to hide the parts of the gif that are outside of the shape.

A quick way to do this is to command + click on the thumbnail of the innermost square. With that selection made, I got to my gif layer and add a layer mask. Sometimes you need to invert it. Use command + i with the layer mask selected (not the gif) to invert the layer mask.

I repeat this process with my Steve and Robin gifs. I have to go back and forth with all the layer masks to hide parts of the gif/shapes I don't want for each set. It's kind of a long process, but not all that difficult. I label and group my layers together as I work to keep things clean and it helps me keep track of what I edited and what needs to be edited when it comes to things like this.

The picture below shows where I hid the bottom right corner of Nancy as well as the shapes that make up her set using layer masks. I also did this with the Steve and Robin sets, hiding the bottom left corner of Steve.

Similar text settings used for jock. The gradient overlay layer style for this base layer is different than that of princess because of the positioning of the text. Again, same as princess, two text layers are used here. Blending mode, opacity, and fill for both are the same as the princess text layers as mentioned before.

Base Layer

Gradient Overlay settings:

Blend Mode: Normal

Dither: unchecked

Opacity: 100%

Gradient: #007aec > move bottom middle dot to 80% > #e7f0fd

Reverse: checked

Style: Diamond

Align with Layer: checked

Angle: -140°

Scale: 100%

Stroke and Drop Shadow Layer

Stroke settings:

Size: 2px

Position: Outside

Blend Mode: Linear Light

Opacity: 100%

Overprint: unchecked

Fill Type: Color

Color: #a05700

Drop Shadow settings:

Blend Mode: Difference

Color: #ffba00

Opacity: 100%

Angle: 30°

Use Global Light: checked

Distance: 5px

Spread: 0%

Size: 0px

Contour: Linear

Anti-aliased: unchecked

Noise: 0%

Layer Knocks Out Drop Shadow: checked

Image 1: We start with Robin.

Image 2: To make the loser text, I had to create a new path.

Image 3: I make it so the text is on the inside of the path instead of the outside. (Hint: Refer to video tutorial if you don't know how to do that.) I then adjusted the tracking between the letters in the word "loser" so they didn't look so squished together.

Image 4: Then I use layer masks to hide the parts of the shape I don't want shown.

You can then hide the path or delete it. You only need it if you want to adjust the placement of the text. I keep it (hidden) just in case.

Text settings for loser are just like those for princess. Blending mode, opacity, and fill are also the same.

Base Layer

Gradient Overlay settings:

Blend Mode: Normal

Dither: unchecked

Opacity: 100%

Gradient: #eb6400 > #e7f0fd

Reverse: checked

Style: Diamond

Align with Layer: checked

Angle: 90°

Scale: 100%

Stroke and Drop Shadow Layer

Stroke settings:

Size: 2px

Position: Outside

Blend Mode: Linear Light

Opacity: 100%

Overprint: unchecked

Fill Type: Color

Color: #e1a900

Drop Shadow settings:

Blend Mode: Difference

Color: #0068de

Opacity: 100%

Angle: 30°

Use Global Light: checked

Distance: 5px

Spread: 0%

Size: 0px

Contour: Linear

Anti-aliased: unchecked

Noise: 0%

Layer Knocks Out Drop Shadow: checked

Next are the post-it notes! This is probably the easiest part of making this gif. You just have to repeat this process for however many post-it notes you're making.

Image 1: To start, place your transparent post-it note where you want it. You can also rotate it if you'd like.

Image 2: Then create a text layer and write what you want. Font used here is Post. I wanted this text underlined to give emphasis, so I click on the underline option. I also adjusted the leading because I wanted more space between the word and the line. Rotate the text so it looks like it's written on the post-it note. Note: It looks better if you choose a font that looks handwritten.

Image 3: I wanted another line to give emphasis to the "Dingus!!" text and make it seem more handwritten. I use the line tool to create another line.

Image 4: Then I adjust that line to my liking.

Fonts used for notes: Post, Ellianarelle's Path, and Heina's hurry

Repeat this process for all post-it notes!

That finishes the tutorial! (And I hit the 30 image limit lol.) I hope this helps. If you have any further questions, feel free to send an ask or IM and I'll try to answer to the best of my ability.

Happy photoshopping!

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julinasblog · 3 months

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BACK AGAIN (E.W.) pt.1

cw: swearing, mini backstory, 16 & 19 flashback age gap, mentions of smoking and drinking, bad terms, little bit of anxiety, (uses of Y/N), cliffhanger, mentions of abandonment, future smut in pt 2.

note: this is my first actual writing and post so bare w me 😭. please give me recommendations and or requests !! ❤️ also the start of this is pretty slow, sorry !! let me know if you guys want a second part ❣️

summary: On your walk back home, you suddenly get a message from your best friend who is updating you on a special someone who recently came back to town and wants to catch up after ending on bad terms.

from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸

Usually on late nights like now you'd find yourself with Dina, in her car, driving you home. but tonight was different. You took the normal route but this time you had to walk from Dina's place, as always because tonight she was with Jesse of course, but, she promised to make it up to you, and she kept her promises.

So here you were at 1:00am, wandering the streets of your neighborhood. Recently there has been much talk about weirdos and hobos roaming the area. Not that it scared you.. (Which is what you tried to convince yourself.) You continued walking until a sudden familiar ding was heard from you phone, followed but a ring.

"Hello??"

"Girl. I've been texting you. Where are you?"

"Dina, I'm fine i'm like five minutes away from my house, I'll survive."

You knew Dina cared for you.

"Alright, alright. Just let me know when you get home. Again, i'm sorry for the quick change of plans."

"Dina, it's fine. Just go spend some time with Jesse, you deserve it."

From the other side of the phone Dina rolled her eyes playfully as she smiled.

"Thanks, I owe you."

"Big time." You joked

You hung up and as soon as you knew it, you arrived home. "Ugh finally." You grabbed your phone out and shot a quick text to Dina, as you said you would.

Y/N : 'finally home as always, and i survived too!?..huh!'

Dina : 'yeah, yeah whatever, BUT off topic you'll never guess who just texted me.'

Y/N : 'huh? who'

Dina : 'bitch, guess.'

Y/N : 'cmon, i have nothing to work with, just tell me'

Dina : '🙄 i was expecting more of a dramatic guess but THE Ellie Williams just texted me. She said she's back in town, her and that cat girl just broke up, so she moved back here.'

Y/N : 'WHATTT. don't tell me she's moving back to our city...'

Dina : 'you guessed it!'

Y/N : 'shitt, i haven't seen her since i was like 16. i hope she forgot about me, we ended on horrible terms girl. 😭'

After a while you continued your night waiting from a response from Dina until finally, you felt tired enough to go upstairs into your room onto your bed and you began shutting your eyes.

Multiple rings awoken you, suddenly making you rise up with a hand to your chest, over your heart. You took a look at your phone revealing a missed call from Dina and a few new messages. You glanced at the time. 10:47am. "Fuck, I fucking slept in again." You whined before you sat up on the edge of your bed before opening the notifications.

Dina : 'bitch wake tf up , I HAVE NEWS. SHE IS ASKING ABOUT YOU.'

Dina sent you a screenshot of their messages. Chatting back and fourth before one of Ellie's text lands on your name, reading, 'What about Y/N? You guys still friends?' Dina simply replied, 'Yes, still. Are you guys talking? Good terms?' Which made you laugh out loud. Dina was clearly playing dumb. You scrolled the the next screenshot to Ellie saying...'No. Haven't heard from her. Do you have her number? I would talk to her but she's probably still held back from that biatch Nate.' Nate was your ex from your sophomore year. Ellie hated him. Nate would always ignore you and you would always be wrapped around his fingers whenever you could be. Ellie hated you for it, in-fact, she hated both of you for it.

Y/N : 'DAMNMNN. DON'T TELL HER ANYTHING I'M BEGGING YOU. 🙏🙏'

Dina : 'look who is finally up. but seriously, trust me I didn't tell her anything..yet..she invited us and jesse and some other friends of hers to a hotbox.....'

Y/N : 'no way. we're not going.'

Dina : 'Cmon, it'll be fine. we'll even catch up and you guys can get back to being on good terms. I won't force you, but think about it pleaseee.'

Y/N : 'girllll, fine. only if you stay with me and we only stay for a little bit. i seriously don't wanna face her after so many years. when is it?'

Dina : 'THANK YOU. i'll stick with you the whole time, i promise. it's at six. she said it's nothing fancy but their gonna smoke and probably drink. I'll pick you up around 5:20 okay? SEE YOUU. xoxo'

"Ugh. This is gonna be humiliating..why did I say yes.." you groaned and was staring to rethink her choices before she got off the bed and looked for an outfit. Nothing fancy. Simple flared yoga pants and a grey camisole with a hoodie tied around the waist. After a few minutes of changing you went downstairs to brush your teeth and ya started to get ready for the day.

5:12pm Dina : 'omw'

Y/N : 'i'm gonna shit my pants.'

Dina pulled in the driveway honking. You grabbed your purse, keys, and your phone as you walked outside into Dina's car.

"You ready or what?" Dina asked, clearly confident. "Where is this place anyway? Is this in some sketchy van or like some type of room?" You asked, ready for any possible answer. "Well.. close. It's at Ellie's house- or well, basement." Dina said as she began driving. "Seriously? Out of all places we're going to her house!? She's gonna murder me or something?! She probably remembers the old snotty me from high-school." you whined which made Dina chuckle, "Relax. It's just catching up. She was like 19 and you were 16. Let's be real. She's probably over it by now." Dina said, reassuring.

6:02pm. You both arrived. Ellie's driveway was pretty packed. "Dina i'm actually gonna shit my pants." you said, CLEARLY SCARED. Meanwhile, Dina texted Ellie letting her know that the two arrived. "Cmon, it's fine. We're fine. We can stay for a little and leave." Dina said. Soon they prepared and both entered and followed everyone downstairs where Ellie was spotted.

"Ellie!" Dina obnoxiously shouted to which you playfully, but forcefully punched Dina's arm just before Ellie walked over, and boy did she look different. Mullet auburn hair, a toned body, a tattoo, her clothing was different...her tank...and her sweatpants...She looked so...-

Until tapping was suddenly felt on your shoulder. "oh..uh hm?" You looked at Dina who was looking at you right before Ellie came over.

"shitt, you look..different.." Ellie's eyes scanned Dina up and down before she focused on you. "Shit? Y/N? You look different as hell too." This made you feel some type of way but you just couldn't describe it. Dina noticed your lack of comfort and she began talking. "Hey, how have you been, El? It's been a while." No shit, you thought. It's been three years since she left for her, now ex-girlfriend. She left as soon as she turned 19, abandoning you, but she kept little contact with you before she had completely ghosted you. "I'm doing well. But it's been like.. three years, yeah?" Ellie scoffed before she continued. "..we're about to play a game of truth or down in five if you guys are down." Ellie suggested.. but Ellie kept her glance off you but only on Dina.

But Something felt off.

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oracleofstars · 2 months

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✦ 3VOLS : ISSUE 1, RAFAYEL

Featuring @maimochies, a well known Love & Deepspace author, as the spotlight creator!

IM NEW, WHATS "3VOLS" THE MAGAZINE?

This will serve as a "mini masterlist" where we compile links of works from different creators based on the character. And yes, its not limited to fanfiction. This is open to artists, graphic design/gfx creators & editors. (Basically, if you've created any kind of creative media related to the character)

MAIMOCHIES. WHO IS SHE?

mai is a rafayel enjoyer and a love & deepspace author! she has been writing in her corner of the internet with the pretty rafayel themed blog. have you seen her around? well, we have interviewed her recently with 4 simple questions. let's get to know mai better!

what got you into making love&deepspace content? are there any creators who inspired you to do so?

mai : funny enough ages ago when the first demo trailer came out for love and deepspace I didn't even know about it!! I happened to stumble upon a short clip of zayne and saved the video on a whim because he was attractive >·< then, as fate would have it, the game's official trailer popped up on my fyp and I got hooked, downloaded the game and haven't looked back since <333 l&ds is still new to the tumblr scene but I absolutely adore my mutuals' takes and fics on the boys!!

as a rafayel fan—what is your favorite headcannon of him? this can be your own or others

mai : hmmm… I think my favorite headcanon about rafayel is that he secretly cares a lot more than he lets on. lingers outside your apartment to make sure you've gotten home safe, always sending you a goodnight and good morning text, oh so conveniently shows up with a warm ready made meal when he knows you're having a particularly hard day, he cares deeply but he's scared of showing it.

if you could describe your favorite character with 5 words, what would it be?

mai : a gift from the stars

how is your time in oracle of stars so far?

so much fun!! it's such an honor to be part of such a loving and positive community. while I'm not as active as I would like to be I can see the effort that goes into the network and the server, from the graphics to the events. it's such a special place for l&ds creators to come together and uplift each other

RECOMMENDATIONS FROM THE DEEPSPACE NETWORK

welcome to the rafayel masterlist, find something that piques your interest here! show some love to our creators as well <3

l&ds boys crushing on you - @ maimochies

affectionate headcanons - @ maimochies

how the l&ds boys kiss - @ maimochies

sing with me? - @ sevvynth

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞. - @ jqnehr

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 - @ jqnehr

birthday celebration - @ lovexdeepspace

l&ds boys + their nicknames for you - @ lovexdeepspace

JEALOUSY , JEALOUSY! - @ rafyne

MESSAGES I CANT SEND : DEAR RAFAYEL

recently we had a 3VOLS related event entitled DEAR RAFAYEL, where we send out a prompt every 7 days and you have the choice to use whichever one you wanted.

POST MASTERLIST

dear rafayel ( prompt day 1 ) - @ rafyne

dear rafayel ( prompt day 3 ) - @ sweetheartsaku

WHAT ELSE IS HAPPENING?

its april 5, that means our applications are open until april 10. come join us in the discord & the network. this first issue is finally done, thank you for all the support you've given the oracle. we'll see you again next time!

#🌠 - notification #love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #zayne x reader #zayne #rafayel x reader #love and deepspace fanart #love and deepspace rafayel #love and deepspace x reader fluff #love and deepspace xavier #rafayel #rafayel fluff #xavier #xavier x reader #xavier x reader fluff

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antxlss · 1 year

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secret

pairing: rafe cameron x pogue!reader

warning: angst, manipulation, heated argument

summary: after promising you he would, rafe still hasn’t went public with your relationship yet. you finally decide to confront him and see a side of him you’ve never seen before.

words: 1k

a/n: thank you for reading! if you have any requests, please do not hesitate to reach out! i love you, and as always, enjoy! <3 (btw the term “y/n” is never used)

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rafe and i had been dating for 10 months now. everything was so good. everything except for the fact that no one knew about our relationship except us.

we started dating a few weeks after we hooked up during a kegger. not our best moment, i know. we’ve been in the “honeymoon stage” ever since. once we made it official, we both agreed to keep it on the down low for the time being, due to the whole kook versus pogue thing. you see i’m a pogue. i’m a part of the working class. my family isn’t poor, but we definitely don’t have money pouring out of our asses like the kooks. both my parents work a minimum wage and we live as comfortably as a pogue can. on the other hand you have rafe, my boyfriend. he’s a kook. he’s a cameron. everything he’s ever gotten has been handed to him on a silver platter. these people have more money than they know what do with.

in my opinion, this kook versus pogue thing is bullshit. you shouldn’t judge people based on their financial state. before i met rafe, he had the complete opposite view, but i’ve managed to sway him a little. i think he just has a soft spot for me for some reason.

anyways, like i said, at the beginning of our relationship we decided to keep it underground for a few weeks. those weeks quickly turned into months, and now it’s been 10 months.

i’m so sick of keeping us a secret. i want to go on real dates, and post instagram pictures. i want to go to his house and sleep over. i don’t want to be a secret.

i’ve brought up going public multiple times but rafe just shuts me down. i’m starting to get aggravated, because it feels like he’s embarrassed of me.

earlier this month - a fellow pogue and my dear friend - john b, and sarah - kook princess, rafe’s sister - started dating. no one really had anything to say about them, all our friends were supportive. that was the final straw for me. if they can do it, so can rafe and i.

so, i decided to text rafe and tell him i wanted to meet up and talk to him.

with that, i grabbed my keys and left my house. i started my drive to the cameron’s.

i had only been to rafe’s house 3 times. it was pretty rare to have all 4 of his family members out of the house for an extended period of time.

i pull in out behind the house. the spot rafe tells me to park, so it’s hidden. i get out of my car and make my way to the back door. i gently knocked and after about 30 seconds rafe had opened the door and brought me into his warm embrace.

“hey darling.” me mumbled into my hair. he let go of me tracing his hand to the small of my back. he gently guided me forward and closed the door. we went to sit on the couch. he grabbed my chin and gave me a peck on the lips. “so what’s up?”

i looked at my hands and took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. “well, i wanted to talk about maybe going public?”

“babe we already talked about this okay? everyone would give us a bunch of shit. my family wouldn’t accept you. you know how they are.” he set his hand on my knee.

“but they are fine with john b and sarah. no one has a problem with them.” i sighed. “i’m tired of sneaking around, rafe.”

“i know honey, i am too. but this is the only way we can be together. you know that.” he said with reassurance.

“but it’s not rafe. we could just-”

“look. if you really loved me. you would listen to me” he cut me off.

“i don’t know, i just get the feeling that you want to keep me hidden. i’m done with all the excuses.”

he glared at me. a toxic look he’s never directed towards me. my heart skipped a beat.

“you know i’m just trying to protect you. okay? i don’t think you appreciate me.”

“what are you protecting me from? if you don’t want to be with me anymore just say that!” i yelled at him. my eyes glossed over with frustration.

“i know you didn’t just yell at me.” his eyes darkened. he stood up abruptly, dragging me with him. his hand went to the back of my neck grasping me firmly in place. our faces almost touching “not after all i’ve given you. i took a chance on you okay. i wouldn’t do that for any nasty pogue.”

i pushed his chest. hard. breaking his hold on my neck. my hand raised ready to slap him across the face. before my hand could make contact, he grabbed my wrist, pinning it to my side as he pushed me against the wall.

he brought his mouth inches away from my ear. “want to try that again sweetheart?” he whispered in a husky tone.

i felt like my heart was going to explode. warm hot tears streamed steadily down my face. i’ve never seen him act this way before. he only ever been sweet and loving to me.

“now you’re quiet.” he rolled his eyes. he let go of me. his hands flew to his temples, gently rubbing them. pacing back and forth. “shit. i’m so sorry baby. but you can’t do that to me. if you didn’t say shit like that, i wouldn’t have to get mean with you okay?”

i still stood against the wall. frozen. i couldn’t move. i stared at the man in front of me. everything i thought i knew about him was completely gone. “i- i’m gonna go.” i stuttered.

i quickly walked to the door, rafe on my heels. just as i reached the door rafe grabbed my shoulders and spun me around.

“i said i was sorry. what more do you want from me?” he asked, his eyes starting to gloss over.

“just let me go.” i jerked out of his grip.

i continued to my car with rafe’s apologies flowing through the air.

i don’t know if i’ll ever be able to face him again.

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roanniom · 2 years

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Listen I'm using voice to text on my way home from work because I had a thought and I immediately said oh my God I have to send you an ask so I'm thinking comfortably mid-20s post high school. Eddie who has taken over running the local record store You walk in and Joan jett's. I Love Rock and roll comes on to the old rock radio station that he plays in the background because at this point the song is about 10 years old and you think that he's walked into the back room or there's nobody else in there and so you start singing it out loud. He walks out of the back room to you, singing the chorus of that song almost at full volume and immediately he's falling in love with you.

Please do with that thought what you will. Love you 💕💕

Claire. Light of my life. Fellow fantasizer of my fantasies.

This. Is. Brilliant. I can see it now.

The Record of You

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: NSFW, unprotected PIV sex

You don't think anything of the fact that nobody seems to be in the shop. The old owner Mr. Jenkins has been ancient since you were a child, often leaving the shop unattended for long stretches of time. Fully trusting the citizens of Hawkins to not rob him blind while he ate a tuna sandwich with his dog Jitters in the upstairs portion that served as his apartment.

You haven't been in town for a while so you don't know that Eddie Munson has taken over management of Hawkins' singular record store. You haven't seen him since he finally managed to finish high school and ended the night of graduation celebrating with his older friends Steve, Robin, and Nancy out at the bar at the end of main street (the younger kids who always seemed to follow him around like little lambs obviously couldn’t join in on that phase of the festivities). He had insisted on buying you a drink when he saw you - his smile wide and fueled by joy and PBR - and you ended up hanging out with him and his friends until the wee hours of the night.

His arms had remained respectfully, if not familiarly, around your shoulders at first. But as time went on and the drinks continued to flow, his arms found themselves wound around your waist. His hands found your hips. Your thighs. Your ass as he stepped behind you at the bar to call out “whatever the good lady wants, she gets!”

One thing led to another and you ended up in the back of his van as the dawn cracked, hazy and bruising in the sky. Both still fully clothed, Eddie had kissed you and kissed you until you were breathless and giggly. He sat you in his lap and ran his hands up and down your spine, pulling you down against him to feel how much you were affecting him.

But then the sun came up. And you told him the thing you weren’t telling him. About the flight you had to New York in just a few hours. The job you had lined up at a company larger than any Hawkins brick and mortar could ever fathom. You’d watched his face fall, but then his smile returned, even more blinding than before, as he congratulated you and wished you the best.

When you’d climbed out of his van, you’d urged yourself not to look back over your shoulder. Eddie was just a guy you’d grown up with. You’d never been particularly close - hellos in the halls at school that turned into waves at the grocery store and small talk at the gas station. But on this night you’d tasted him. Felt his hands on you. If you looked back you’d see the dimples you’d never noticed until a few hours prior. See the frizzy hair whose texture you now knew. And it would make it harder to walk away.

So you didn’t look back.

And you haven’t seen Eddie since.

So you have no idea he's in the back room stacking boxes of tapes and records when you walk into the record store and start perusing all these years later. The song that’s playing in the background comes to an end, leaving the customary beat of scratchy silence before the all too familiar opening notes of Joan Jett’s “I Love Rock and Roll” starts blaring from the speakers.

You laugh a little to yourself. This was your absolute favorite song in high school, and you’d yelled along to it religiously any time it had come on, in any circumstance.

As the first verse begins to play out, you try to resist, but it’s a lost cause. You start out just mumbling along to the lyrics. But before you know it you’re singing along at top volume as you thumb through records.

You don’t notice Eddie walk out of the back room, almost dropping an armful of records when he recognizes who’s singing in his store.

You get all the way to the end of the song without noticing his presence. In fact, by the end you’re even dancing around a bit. Eddie’s put down the records by this point, leaning against the check out counter with a massive grin on his face, enjoying the show. It isn’t until the song ends and the sound of clapping makes you whirl around that you realize you’re not alone.

“Forgive the intrusion, princess. Where can I pay for my ticket? Because a concert like that sure ain’t free.”

~*~

You spend an hour catching up with him. Hearing all about what he’s been doing and telling him everything that’s happened - good and bad - with your big time job. When you mention that big city living just wasn’t for you and that you’re here planning on moving back to Hawkins full time, you wonder if you’re imagining the glint of satisfaction in his eye.

After you’ve been speaking for a while he insists on closing up shop and making you dinner. You try to resist, telling him you can’t cut into his hours of operation, but he’s already flipping the sign on the door to say closed and grabbing your hand to drag you up the steps, ranting about how the Hawkins Welcome Committee would fine him if they found out he had a chance to welcome back a resident and didn’t take it.

Since taking over for Mr. Jenkins, Eddie’s been able to move out of his uncle’s trailer and into the upstairs apartment. Your heart swells taking in the ratty but homey decor that just feels so utterly Eddie. You’d always felt like Eddie Munson deserved better than the shitty circumstances life had thrown at him. You’re pleased to find that life seems to have taken a turn for the better.

Eddie doesn’t have much in his sparse kitchen, but he whips up a respectable pot of pasta which he serves on mismatched plates.

“I don’t have any wine or any of the shit that a classy lady like yourself would enjoy, unfortunately.” In spite of the humor in his words, he does seem genuinely disappointed that he can’t offer you anything nicer than one of the dozen PBRs he has in the fridge or a mug full of some shitty whiskey left over in his cupboard.

You happily accept the PBR, clinking it against his can when he raises it, laughing at the watery taste as it goes down. You haven’t laughed this much in a long time. You haven’t felt this warm and full and good in a long time.

Soon the sun has set outside the windows and you both have migrated into the living area. He’s on the couch next to his record player, loading up record after record. You’re on the floor next to him, reclining back against the seat cushions and listening as he rants about his current favorite bands. He’s always been so passionate. So fiery. It’s what you’ve always enjoyed about him from afar. That part of him has remained the same. So has his long hair and his worn out tee - though he’s switched out his customary Hellfire shirt for a Metallica one these days - and you can’t help but settle into the comfort of his constancy. His consistency.

His rings sparkle in the dim lighting of his apartment as he gesticulates wildly and his smile is wide as he continues explaining all about the modern state of metal. After a while it all gets to be too much. A lump is forming in your throat. A tension in your muscles. You hoist yourself up to join him on the couch and wait a beat, watching him hesitate and stop speaking at your sudden change of position.

“Eddie,” you breathe. Not really saying anything other than his name. Then you launch yourself at him. You fist your hands in his shirt and pull him to you, mashing your lips against his. His mouth tastes of stale beer but you’ve never loved a taste more in your life.

For a second he doesn’t seem to know what to do with his hands. In fact, he doesn’t even return the kiss for a few heartbeats, so surprised he is by your sudden attention. But then he’s kissing you back, and his arms are winding around your waist. His hands find your hips, your thighs, your ass.

When his tongue enters your mouth you moan, completely uninhibited. Full volume, just like when you were singing in the record store earlier. You’re past the point in your life where you silence yourself and your reactions. You’ve lived a lot of life in these last few years and you deserve to enjoy things without being limited by doubt and self-censorship.

You rock against him, because you’ve climbed into his lap at this point, and suddenly you’re right back where you were in his van all those years ago.

And Eddie must be on this same internal time traveling journey because when you break away from him, panting, to paint kisses on his throat, he gasps out a question.

“Do you ever - think of that night. In my van?”

“I do,” you say into his skin. You hadn’t fixated on it. Hadn’t lost sleep pining over him. You’d been off and on to a different life at the time. But you’d be lying, or at least lying by omission if you didn’t tell him the true extent. “Sometimes I still get myself off to the thought of it.”

You’re ripped from his throat so suddenly you swear you get whiplash.

“You...get yourself...”

“Off. Yes,” you confirm, smiling as you realize how flustered he’s getting.

“Jesus Christ,” he groans out, surging forward and capturing your lips again. His hands wander with less hesitation now. He’s gripping and groping and it feels great. He feels solid and whole beneath you and around you and you want...

“More,” you breathe into his open mouth.

“Want to finish what we started, princess?” He asks, holding your chin to look into your eyes. You nod feverishly. Glad to see he’s no longer flustered. He’s got a smile on his face and his hands are pulling at your clothes.

Your jeans and top are discarded swiftly, leaving you in nothing but a bra and panties. Onces you’ve helped Eddie divest himself of everything but his black boxers, you climb back into his lap, resuming your previous motion of grinding down into him.

This is exactly what you were doing last time, but this time there are far fewer layers between you. You can feel the stiffness of his member no longer stifled but his jeans, rubbing at the apex of your thighs in the most delicious way.

“You feel so good,” you practically whimper, rolling your hips to find the friction you need. Eddie guides you with his hands at your waist, helping you find a rhythm that has you both shuddering.

“I’m not even inside you yet, baby,” he chuckles. You look him dead in the eye.

“What are you waiting for?” Your smirk is challenging. You’re trying to rile him up. And it works.

“You know now that you mention it...” he quips, and suddenly you’re being lifted and turned around. He bends you over the arm of the sofa, pushing your knees apart to widen your stance, your ass in the air. “I guess I’m not waiting for anything.”

“Eddie!” you chide with a laugh. His hands grab at the rounded curves of your ass with a light slap and he pulls you back against his pelvis as he shuffles up behind you. He rubs his clothed cock back and forth against your fabric-covered pussy and you moan, shifting your hips down to try and get him to hit your clit.

“Impatient?” He sounds amused and you pout.

“I think I’ve been more than patient up till now,” you argue.

“I know, baby, I know.” You feel him peel your underwear off of you and you shuffle your knees to aid him in removing the garment all together. You hiss out a gasp when you suddenly feel his cock, uncovered and warm against you, pushing at your pussy. Now it is his turn to hiss. “Are you always this beautifully wet or are you just happy to see me?”

“You’re an idiot, Eddie Munson,” you say with a laugh, rolling your eyes. Your eyes cross mid-roll, however, when suddenly he’s pushing into you. You keen forward. “Oh fuckohfuckohfuck.”

“Thought you were done being patient,” he teases, though his own words are strained.

“Don’t make me - oh god! Wait so long next time!” you gasp. Eddie hears the promise inherent in those words but tries not to focus too much on it, lest he lose his cool immediately. He goes to work thrusting into you evenly, learning the way your body reacts. The things that make you pitch forward. The touches that have you biting the side of your fist to keep from screaming. Eventually that gets on his nerves.

“Don’t hold it in. Wanna hear you, princess,” he says, hauling you up so that you’re both up on your knees, his chest to your back.

“Well, I wanna see you,” you respond. You expect Eddie to throw you around again, but instead he eases out and turns you carefully, gently. He sits back against the couch cushions with his feet planted on the ground, pulling you into his lap. Right now you’re back in that very familiar position, with you grinding into his lap just as you had done earlier tonight - just as you had done that night in his van.

But this time he lifts you up and brings you back down on his cock. Your hands come to fist in his hair and you cry out at the delicious stretch.

“Thaaat’s it,” he encourages, dropping kisses on your neck, the hollow at the base of your throat, your collar bone. “Let me hear you, baby.”

“Eddie. Oh my - oh fuck.”

“You sound so pretty. Almost as pretty as you did putting Joan Jett to shame in the store earlier,” he chuckles. You let out a shaky laugh and try to bury your face in his neck but he doesn’t let you. “No more hiding, babygirl.”

As you get closer and closer to climax, you start to lose strength in your thighs and it becomes harder to lift yourself up and down on his cock. Eddie seems to notice this and he takes a firm hold on the underside of your ass and begins bouncing you up and down on him. The momentum, coupled with his upward thrusts, have you moaning all over again.

“Holy - oh fuck Eddie. Right there don’t slow down,” you whine, even as you know you’re so spent that your muscles can’t contribute much to the exertion for which you are begging. Eddie doesn’t seem to mind. In fact he seems like he’s on cloud nine taking in your bouncing breasts and your fucked out expression.

“Right there, baby? Yeah?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Hold onto me, princess. I’ve got you,” he says through gritted teeth and do hold onto him. You grasp at his flexing arm and thread your fingers through his hair, tugging as the ripple of your orgasm heats your belly.

When you cum, you recognize in a distant part of your brain that the record Eddie had put on earlier is still playing. The music adds ambience to the moment but you can’t quite make it out. It’s simply background for the music of your gasps and moans and chorus of “Eddie!”s.

And as Eddie cums and adds his own guttural groans and cries of your name to the din, you realize that there’s no other song you’d rather hear play on repeat.

~*~

Tiny tag list of some people who have publicly reacted to my Eddie thirsting: @millenialcatlady @theoncrayjoy @cowboy-kylo @addiiscryingrn @sacklerscumrag @shesthegirlnextdoor1 @ginnylupin

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #stranger things smut #stranger things fanfiction #issa’s writing night #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #fem!reader

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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I have so many ideas but none of them can be put into words, all I can do is just wheeze as they come along🤣

Also remember how wordy and flowery Teyvat speech/dialogue is? ADD THAT TO THE FACT THAT TEYVAT HAS ITS OWN LANGUAGE---

Reader can understand the basic speech which is why they are so blunt (I love this idea so much 🤣) and can piece together an idea what the person is talking about.

*insert random person talking about a commission with a long ass backstory*

Traveller & Co.: *understands completely and making plans to retrieve said commission*

C!Reader: (They said they had a cart.... a bunch of hilichurls appeared... dancing?.... they want us to dance fight the hilichurls???? Dance off???)

Actual story->The person's cart got ambushed by a group of hilichurls and taunted them by dancing around it.

....... it doesnt always translate well

Also imagine Reader heaeing random names and overthinks it as a word instead of a name.

Example: Pantalone means pants in Philippine English (sorry not sorry Pantalone)

Tsaritsa??? Oh do they speak russian there??? - reader

Capitano -> captain in some countries

(I once mistake Sandrone as Sandalone and I just went "... ehh??? Standalone? Sandalone as in Sand Alone???? Sandal (Flip flops)????

Oh wait its Sandrone" ".... as in Sand and Drone??--)

-Vine Boom

VINE BOOM ANON MY BELOVED 💖❤🧡💛💚💙💜✨️✨️

Gif is me writing u anything ever:

AHFLALA FERRRALLL I STG I ALSO THOUGHT ABT THIS!! WHY U COULD ALSO BE BLUNT BC U ONLY GOT THE BASICS 💀 RIP

Man theyre written language looks so scary to learn, kinda like when I looked into trying to learn Mandarin/Japanese (and even Korean), the letters r just inherently so different i was so intimidated

And u dont even read it like left -> right like English

Omg i tried to reply to a arabic comment on my art post once, and i felt so acommplished when i finally was able to type "اشكرك (thanks)" but like, i had to put it on the OTHER SIDE OF THE TEXT BOX, LIKE ALIGN IT TO THE RIGHT INSTEAD OF HOW U KNOW ENGLISH IS INHERENTLY ALIGNED LEFT, IT WAS SO TRIPPY-

Going thru genshin life only understanding minimal words of anything anyone says is honestly how i feel like ive been playing Genshin LMAO

Those analysis videos/lore are saving a bitch's life out here

PANTALONE IS ALSO RLLY CLOSE TO SPANISH FOR PANTS I KNOW WHAT U MEANNN LOL

UR ENDLESS CONFUSION FOR SANDRONE PLEASE ANON U DIDNT EVEN GET IT RIGHT THE FIRST CORRECTION IT JUST KEPT GETTING WORSEEE 😂😭 SAME THO

That would literally be you in genshin tho, like i could easily see it being like, back to back misunderstandings 😭😭

Like u think u got it right (Oh so his name is Rex Lapis, wait what? Morax? Ok his name is Morax...?? What??? Zhongli??? WHO IS THIS MAN-)

JFC first they gotta have a whole different language (like u saw in game)

And ON TOP OF THAT THEY CAN TALK FOR 10 MIN STRAIGHT ABT THE WEATHER OR SOME SHIT??

No... just, no.

U quickly decide u like what little bits of language u could pick up so far, which just results in,

U guessed it, simple speech and short fragmented sentences (or broken Teyvatian)

U cant even bring urself to care when u give half the characters a heart attack and send the rest into laughing fits

No fucks given, they wanna make this extra hard on u by being wordy on top of a new language,

Yeah u dont care what comes out of ur mouth anymore

Also, since everybody is raised in Teyvat very few ppl dont know the language, which once again brings us back to ancient/older deities/creatures who have a more simplistic version/outdated version of modern language

Omg getting stuff mistranslated bc u cant understand it all/only keywords sounds like hell but also rlly funny

Traveler/Paimon: "Alright, yes, all is well. We will accept this comission, and depart soon."

You: "...they want us to?? Dance fight?? Hilichurls...???"

Traveler just stares at u half in pity, half trying to hide their amused smile, Paimon is giggling

The commissioner is shook bc a supposed ancient creature?? Just accepted?? Their simple commission?? And u think they want u to dance battle???

PLEASE U MISTRANSLATE THE HARBINGERS NAMES RIGHT TO THEIR FACES

Signora: "You shall rue the day you crossed the Fatui mortals!"

You: "Lady we don't care, just fight us."

(Signora just means 'Lady')

Signora: *offended gasp*

Traveler/Paimon trying to stifle laughter

Raiden Shogun jaw dropped a little

Pantalone: "What a pleasure to finally meet you traveler, and thine wonderful companions!" *little bastard smile*

You: "And it was awful to meet you, Pants."

Pantalone: 😶😧😡 "Pants?! HOW DARE YOU NOT EVEN GIVE ME THE MOST BASE RESPECT, AFTER I GREETED THEE SO KINDLY-"

Oh its so funny, everytime you talk about Childe you always phrase it like he's an actual child bc u thought everyone was just calling him a little kid for some reason (u dont know how Teyvat ages work, he could be for all you know!)

Not very long, but Vine Boom anon your brain >>>>

Ur ideas r so on point, i love them sm

That makes perfect sense why u could be talking blunt too, like an in world explanation really

For you, all the desserts🥰 🤲🍪🍨🍰🍮🧋🍦🍡

Cheers,

🌒🌊🌧Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

#vine boom anon ilysm #yall r so funny i cant keep up help #big brain anons #genshin impact #ask box open #genshin sagau #my asks #sagau #genshin sagau ideas #gender neutral reader #genshin imagines #please send asks #:)#<3 #genshin isekai #genshin god reader

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lovesick | pedro pascal [4]

"and on this night and in this light i think im falling, im falling for you."

previous chapter: [3] series masterlist

summary: in which a 1975-obsessed film student accidentally falls in love with an older man she can't have.

pairing: actor!pedro x intern!reader

genre: acting world!au, big age-gap!, strangers to friends- maybe lovers?? au | angst, mature, awkward, love- eventually

word count: 10.6k

status: in progress

author's note: so sorry for the long wait! but i tried making this chapter longggg. i typically have my days off altogether and the rest of the week booked with work/school. i try to post many chapters within my short timeframe (bc im booked af) so pls expect another update soon after this one! sadly, it takes me around 8-10 hours to write one bc its hard to think lol. also, i don't want this to be too long of a series and kinda wanna connect the dots- slowly but surely, ya know? not edited.

"So, he just came knocking on your door at 6am?" Joon questioned, taking a sip of his smoothie soon afterwards. "I can't even wake up that early."

"We had to do that everyday for our last job."

"I woke up ten minutes before I had to be out the door," he shrugged. "Men get ready fast."

"Anyway," you eyed him as he cluelessly did the same, confused as to why you wouldn't look away. "I don't remember him coming."

"Yeah, because you fucking freaked out and hallucinated over Lady Gaga," Jules exclaimed, you automatically cringing just at the horrible memories you've recently faced with that damn cat.

Once she explained what had happened hours after you had woken up, you were disturbingly shocked.

And the fact that your sleepiness was to blame had you going insane- imagine all the other odd things you may had committed while under the covers.

But you will admit you did remember some of that night's events clearly, again like you practically making out with Lady Gaga- although she was the one who licked your face endlessly first.

Mortified just by the thoughts, you will never be able to face Pedro again sanely.

How could you when you recently dreamed about a man 25 years older being intimate with you- that's...confusing. And the worst part of it all was you couldn't say anything to anyone with the fear of being judged or laughed at- maybe both.

The thing was you couldn't quite understand why you had to dream about that. Maybe your time of the month was coming and your hormones targeted the first guy you had nonstop contact with?

No, that would've been Joon.

Attraction may had played a part but Joon definitely had that, Pedro as well but a little different...age-wise at least. There's no way you felt allured for men with bad jokes and rough skin- no offense. Right?

He did text you that same morning he dropped by and commented on how creepy you are half asleep and whether or not you agreed to his 'business' proposal. Not trying to start a conversation you knew you couldn't finish, out of second-hand shame, you just replied a simple:

LOL but busy with school atm to make a final decision- tell ya later

That later still hasn't arrived.

Unfortunately, you forgot to ask him why he made a random visit that morning- but you weren't going to ask him days later. In your mind, you need to avoid him. There's no way you'd be able to act normal after have unholy fascinations about him.

Not that it'll be a problem, you two hadn't seen each other for weeks before your cafe encounter, you're sure you can do it again without him noticing your distance.

It's been about two days since then which meant you didn't have to prioritize so much of your time on homework, you'll just save that for Sunday when it's all due.

"Did you bother to ask him why?" Jules added, turning to you. "He obviously wasn't coming to see me- I barely know the guy."

"You do know him!" you argue as she rolls her eyes. "You literally got mad at me for not recognizing him the first time we met."

"He's a celebrity- everybody knows him," she defends before tilting her head in curiosity. "But you two are oddly close, it's kind of weird."

"No," you shake your head, trying to laugh off her suspicions. "We are casual friends who fan girl over the same things."

People did take notice how close Pedro and you were but it wasn't anybody's fault you two had so much in common. Both of you loved Starbucks, going on hikes- when you weren't lazy, and believe Matt Healy is extremely attractive.

If they have a problem with that they can sue you.

"I see it," Joon adds, jumping up a bit. "Him and I barely talk and we're men- we should be bonding easily!"

"You're...you," Jules cringes, making Joon glare in return. "I can understand why he chooses not to be close to you."

Laughing, you watch as Joon quickly flips her the finger before he continues on with the conversation. "I just feel like he always comes around only to see you, it was pretty obvious since the first time he took us home."

Furrowing your eyebrows, you didn't understand what he meant by that. Pedro offered all three of you a ride home, not just you.

Already feeling done with this topic, you wanted to switch it before things started escalating and freaky theories started unfolding. They had every right to question your friendship, but you were starting to think they might be leading down a road where they may soon develop other impressions as to what your friendship might have been.

Why are you even thinking that? That's so inappropriate to imagine.

"You two are silly, he probably needed my advice on something or wanted to workout," you suggest, their faces showing they weren't fully convinced. "But anywho, did you call Yoongi yet?"

"I don't think that's a great idea," Joon declared, adjusting in your warm sofa. "He's not really a skating kind of guy."

Since it was Friday and you had no plans, you thought it would be a fun idea to be adventurous for once and do something you would never do on a regular basis.

Ice Skate.

Your friends were extremely down with the idea, but you needed a fourth person to make the group complete. Why not a skinny, impatient blonde man who would probably spend the whole night complaining about why this plan was awful?

Right now you could use some other grumpiness in your life.

"Just tell him to go," you beam back, clapping your hands in excitement as you'll soon be able to fall countless of times on the ice. "I'll buy him hot cocoa."

"You better do it or he'll never let that go," Joon states.

After hours of sitting around and blasting random music through your speakers, the three of you were ready to set off on your journey of locating the ice rink.

If it wasn't for Joon's constant whining to stop walking to take pictures of the scenery you probably would've arrived 15 minutes sooner than your actual arrival, but too bad your friend is a nature freak.

"You taking pictures of the pigeons better not be the reason why you're late," you heard Yoongi grumble as the three of you finally found him sitting on a bench near the entrance of the rink, staring directly at Joon who just scoffed.

"I'm sorry if my happiness bothers you," Joon snapped back as Yoongi just stood up from his seat and made his way to your trio.

Grabbing your ice skates wasn't too difficult as the long line seemed to flow by smoothly, but standing on them was a different story.

"I can't do this," you squeal as your hurriedly motion your arms around to find some balance. "I'm falling!"

Yoongi sent you a questionable look as he watched your poor attempts to stay still embarrassing. "We're not even on the ice yet."

Feeling a hand grab a hold on your shoulders and practically drag your feet towards the ice, you glance up to see Jules steadily directing you to face your fears.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

"Are you going to push her in?!" you hear Joon gasp a few feet behind you but you couldn't turn your head as you rather focused your attention on yanking yourself off of Jules.

"It was her idea so she'll be the one going in first."

"Ahh!" you screech, putting all your pressure on your feet to stop her hard pull. Spiraling your ankles in the most crucial ways, you start to lightly slap her arms off you as she continues to fight them off.

One thing about her was she's going to make sure to remind you that this was your idea.

Feeling an arm gently tug you off her grip, you landed on Yoongi's side as Jules whined in return, offended that he ruined her vicious plan. Respectfully, he kept you stable with an arm wrapped behind your middle back as you gripped his other one, fearful she might snatch you away again.

"Why would you do that?!"

"I don't think watching her fall face first on the hard ice would be a fun sight to see," he bluntly returned as Jules huffed. "The sight of blood gives me the ick."

"I was waiting for that moment all afternoon," Jules sighed, disappointed that she wouldn't be seeing you fall- yet.

Waiting for her to walk away to go on the ice, you see Joon follow her before you released your friend, relieved that she wouldn't be partaking in her scandalous scheme just yet.

"You do know how to skate, right?" Yoongi asked, his uncertain eyes on yours as you crazily wave your arms in front of him to rub off his questionable thoughts.

"Do I? Of course I do!" you argue, making your way towards the ice until you were two feet away from it. Putting your feet on the edge, you hesitate as you could feel the cold breeze wrap around you legs. "I'm gonna go now."

"Yippy," he states, waiting at your poor attempts to convince him.

Giving him a thumbs up, you clap your hands together to try to reassure yourself that you could do this, forgetting that he was right behind you secretly laughing.

Taking one final breath, you placed your right foot on top of the ice steadily, trying your best not to make any harsh movements, until you felt a hard jerk on your upper body, making you lose yourself in an instant.

"God, if you don't know how to skate why would you suggest it?" Yoongi grumbled, gliding both your bodies along the ice as he held tightly onto your arms. You were practically skating like a wet dog in front of him, begging with your eyes for him not to abandon you.

"I always wanted to try."

Sending you an annoyed look, you zipped your mouth as his arms were now securing you, closing any gaps there may have been and giving you the ride of your life.

Shutting your eyes harshly, you didn't dare to witness the environment around as you felt the icy wind slap your face the faster you two- or at least by Yoongi's swaying, got.

There were times where he did pretend to lose his balance, causing you to cry in horror and him immediately placing his hand over your mouth by how loud you weaped.

But other than that, you came to enjoy his help as your two other friends rudely abandoned you guys in order to practice their poor attempts of leaping across the rink.

"Okay," Yoongi started, releasing his left hand from your side and keeping you close with only his other. "Now you try on your own."

Fear creeping up in your face, you rapidly shake your head in disagreement and try catching his recent abandoned arm, which he denied. "I can't."

"Can't or won't?" he countered back making you silent.

He did have a point.

"C'mon, it's not that hard. If Joon could do it, you can."

"He's literally on the ground right now," you whine as Yoongi quickly averts his eyes in search of your tall friend, soon finding Joon clutching his knee in pain as Jules records on her phone.

"No."

Sighing, he continues to look around, trying to plan out an idea that would at least convince you to slide a few feet alone without his help until he smirked and met your eyes.

"What would Matt Healy do?"

Widening your eyes, you were taken back by his question.

Only Pedro used that line on you.

And for some reason it felt odd when Yoongi did the same. You shouldn't be bothered by his choice of words...but you were a little.

He wasn't him to be saying it.

"He wouldn't force me to do something I didn't want to do," you reply back, causing him to groan.

"I feel like you just want to be in my arms," he retorted with a grin, immediately making you revolt and fly out of his arms, your bottom hitting the ice hard. "Well that's one way to make you skate."

Feeling immediate pain on the back of your thighs, you just knew you were going to be bruised and swollen the next day. But hey, this technically counts for your workout for the week.

Awkwardly swaying your body around, you couldn't get up off the damn ice. You were sure you looked like a fish out of water by how crazy you were moving.

"Get on your knees," Yoongi commented, causing you to send him a death glare as he lifted his hands up in defense. "It helps you stand."

Or he could just grab your arms and help you himself.

Cautiously following his suggestion, you slowly pull your right leg up and place it firmly on the ice before slowly trying to do so with your left one. As you began to feel satisfied with the weight being supported, you felt your body finally working and lifting up off the ground before he poked your shoulder- making you fall again.

"I'm going to murder you!" you threaten as you stare at him on your back, whole body restlessly laying on the ground in misery as he cackles loudly.

He may have advantage on the ice, but oh man- once you regain your balance off it you were going to end that slender man's life.

"Isn't this just a sight to see," you heard someone exclaim before hands grab your arms and soon lift you back on your feet.

Moving your eyes to the ones in front of you, you burst out in smiles. "Bella! Nico!"

"I take this as my queue to leave,'" you hear Yoongi mumbles but you swiftly grab his arm from his close proximity and halt his plans.

He was not going to desert you now.

"What are you girls doing here?"

Not seeing them for a few weeks didn't make things awkward, but different. It was like catching up with old friends, even though you barely met them less than three months ago.

"Had nothing to do tonight so why not ice skate?" Nico giggled.

Bella examined you up and down before pointing at your head. "My god, your hair grew so long. Has it really been that long?"

Rolling your eyes, you were about to answer her before Yoongi cut in. "No, it's her fake extenstions."

Gasping, you turn your body to him and smack his shoulder as he smacks you back. One thing about him, he's all about equality. You touch him, he touches you- simple.

You don't see the way Nico and Bella exchange smirks to one another before Nico slides in front of you and pulls out her phone. "We should take a selfie! You know, for memories."

Laughing, you agree. You took some pictures with them but never really out of the work environment.

Uncomfortably standing still, Yoongi hastily moves to the side a bit, not wanting to intrude this moment you were having with your friends. He was a pretty sociable person, but only if they had things in common and he fairly knew them.

Yoongi didn't know these two young girls and he sure as hell didn't want to be the one being kicked out of this picture- so why not kick himself out first?

"Where are you going, we need your long arm to get us all in the frame!" Bella exclaimed, motioning Yoongi to move back as he sent her a flustered glance.

"I can just take it with the three of you."

"Nonsense!" Nico argued back, shaking her head as you giggled. "We don't leave people out."

Biting his bottom lip a bit, he scratches the back of his neck swiftly before increasing the speed of his skates to the girl, accepting her phone. "I suppose."

Fixing your posture, you stand behind your friend as he carefully raises his right arm up in the air, positioning the phone that was able to capture all four of you in the frame.

Pulling out the gummiest smile, you bursted out a gigantic grin after seeing the rare radiant expression Yoongi was giving. He was never one to show much emotion so finding him giving in for a picture amused you.

Taking the phone out of his hands, Bella examined the screen before chuckling. "Wow, you've got one adorable smile."

You could've sworn you saw Yoongi blush as he lowered his head while shaking off her compliment, trying to act natural but he wasn't fooling anyone.

He was shy.

Gasping at the sight in front of her, Nico pointed at the concession cart near one of the exits of the ice. "They have hot cocoa! We must get some."

Faking a groan, Bella allowed her friend to drag her away but not before sending you a pout to follow, which you were happy to do. You were freezing to death without even realizing it until you stopped your attempts to skate for the picture.

"I was promised a free cup," Yoongi stated as he was gliding behind you, softly pushing your back as you proceeded to do nothing but allow him to direct you to where your desired hot cocoa was.

Scoffing a little, you shush him as you reached the exit ramp. Jumping off, the two of you slowly waddled to Bella and Nico who were next in line.

"Wait," you start, pausing your footsteps which resulted in him almost falling after slamming to your side. "Shouldn't we ask Joon and Jules if they want one?"

Peeking over your shoulder, Yoongi looks back down to you. "Nah, don't wanna ruin their fun."

Following his recent glance, you could see Joon and Jules in front of one another, both holding hands as they try to catch a faster pace while twirling in big circles.

You were sure they were eventually going to knock a small child over soon.

"Next," you hear the worker call out, sitting behind his register waiting for your arrival.

Quickly walking up, you place your order as nothing else but the hot drinks seemed to interest you. The total came out to be the cost as what four drinks at your local cafe would be, but you shouldn't be surprised since this place was pretty popular to the public.

Pulling out his wallet so fast, you didn't have to process what Yoongi was doing until you caught the view of his credit card as he handed it over to the man in front of you.

"No-" you try intercepting what had just happened by giving your card to the worker who just shrugged as he had already paid for the drinks on Yoongi's card. "Why would you do that?"

"You're too slow," Yoongi bluntly said as he grabbed the two drinks and moved to the side so the next person in line could place their order.

"But it hadn't even been three seconds since he said the total before you handed him the card," you protest.

He handed you your cup, hoping it'll shut you up as he took a small sip from his own. "And?"

Is he being serious? "'And,'" you question as he continued to be unaware as to what you were getting at. "Since the beginning I vowed to buy you hot cocoa."

Yoongi laughed at how stubborn you were becoming. "Vowed? What a great word choice for this scenario, fiance."

Rolling your eyes at his teasing, you hated the fact he was avoiding your question. You knew he did it because he wanted to be a gentleman, but the problem was he didn't want to admit he was one.

Again, he was being shy.

"I see you are kind," you smirk as he gave you a disgusted glance. "Don't worry, I won't tell people you have a heart."

Before he could leave a snarky comeback, Nico and Bella came back in giggles as Yoongi retreated back to his natural state of looking lifeless. "Oh my gosh- we went to get napkins and I kid you not I may have poured my drink on the back of this poor little girl."

Lightly gasping, you widen your eyes as Yoongi confusingly replies back. "May have? You don't know if you did or not?"

Bella makes an accountable face, scrunching her nose in the process. "Okay, I did. But she's the one who ran into me!"

"Well, she was really small and you kind of didn't search your surroundings before kneeing her," Nico exposed, causing Yoongi and you to give each other a concerned look.

"You kneed her?!"

"Only in her side," Bella excused herself, sending Nico a betrayed look. "It wasn't like it was her stomach."

"It practically was...," Nico mumbled but became silent when her co-star eyed her hard.

Coughing uncomfortably, Yoongi caught everyone's attention as he tried to avert the conversation into something that wasn't as horrific as striking a child with hot cocoa and a knee. "We should probably hit the ice again soon before Jules and Joon find out we got these drinks without them."

"Jules is here?!" Bella beamed, searching around for her through the large gatherings of people on the ice. "I missed that crazy lady, she was the only one who would get my coffee order right."

"She told me she would threaten to get the baristas fired if they kept getting it wrong," Nico recalled, chewing her mouth a little. "That's why I stopped letting her take my orders."

Sighing, you looked up in the ceiling in disapproval as you could feel Yoongi laughing his ass off beside you. That was very Jules of her to do.

After another two hours of trying to figure out how to skate, and basically latching onto Yoongi the whole time as Bella and Nico were doing laps around you guys, you finally made it home.

To say you were exhausted would be an understatement- you were drained.

No, seriously. You hadn't worked out this much since Jules and you almost missed the subway two months ago and had to run three blocks to catch it on time.

That day was dreadful, but you were sure if you went to bed you were going to wake up lifeless like a worm.

"I call the shower first!" you hear Jules scream, running to her room in order to grab her belongings but you were faster and instantly made your way to the bathroom, locking the door before she could break in. "You bitch! How dare you steal it with my back turned!"

Grinning evilly to yourself, you wanted to get your night routines over with so you could hit the pillows quickly. Even after taking off all your makeup, taking a very steamy shower, and doing your nightly skin care routine, you were sure you could easily knock out sitting on the toilet if you had the chance.

We all have done it once in our lives.

Opening the door, the steam flows out smoothly as you face your very displeased roommate on the other side, glaring at you. "All yours," you smile, stepping to the side but she roughly pushes you in response, causing you to yelp as you manage to catch your balance midway.

Mental note, burn her eggs next breakfast.

Stepping into your room, you change into an oversized hoodie and sweats before throwing yourself under your covers in excitement.

The moment you've been waiting for all day: sleep.

Closing your eyes, you feel all your senses slowly drifting away from your body as relaxation crept up from all around. It was truly intoxicating how in trance you were.

But of course with your luck, nothing goes as planned- ever.

Wildly jumping up from the loud blaring of your phone, you cover your face in agony as the vibrations and noise cause pain throughout your entire body.

Who the hell was calling you at 10 o'clock at night? This should be illegal.

After taking a minute to control yourself, the ringing stopped. Good, now you won't have to make time to engage in a conversation. Quickly falling back down onto your pillows, it wasn't even ten seconds later before you feel your phone going off like crazy again.

With you eyes shut, you move your hands around your bed until you feel the cool object underneath your pillow. Lazily pressing any button, without batting one eye open, you move the phone to your ear before releasing a groggy, "What?"

"What a lovely way to greet somebody, kiddo."

You instantly freeze, automatically thinking about the vivid dream you had about him, then Lady Gaga, and felt a blush creeping in.

Slowly pulling the phone away, you let out a loud but fast scream before moving it back. How the hell are you going to begin a conversation without thinking about his lips on yours. "What do you want?"

Pausing for a second, you can hear him move around through his end. "Did you just scream?"

It's not like you didn't just dream about him kissing all over your body two nights ago.

"Did you just wake me up to ask me the obvious answer?"

Act like you don't care. Like you are perfectly fine.

He chuckles lightly and you can tell by his tone he was close to passing out too. "Somebody's cranky, is it past your bedtime?" Pedro teased.

You were definitely not in the mood to handle his ridicules at this hour, especially by how nervous he was slowly making you. What did he want?

"Yes," you simply reply before hitting the red button, ending the call and laying your head back on your pillow. Good, just end it before you make a bigger fool out of yourself.

It hadn't even been another ten seconds before your phone was ringing once again. Pulling it up to your face, you let out a huff. What a shocker, it was him again.

"You better have an insanely good reason as to why you chose to wake me up in the middle of my dream," you immediately say as you press the 'accept' button.

Hearing him laugh, you just know he has a sarcastic comment coming any second. "Wake you up? Honey, you're still living your dream talking to me."

Honey.

No, not another nickname for him to call you in future dreams.

Shaking that thought away, you rejected the idea of him being in any more dreams- you forbid it.

Loss at words for a second, you almost let your next words trip over one another before calmly gaining your composure at the incidental choice of your pet name.

"So funny," you reply back, trying your best to sound sane. "Pretty sure I was dreaming of a very shirtless Matt Healy playing 'Please Be Naked' to me."

Why the fuck would you slip that out.

"Are you trying to hint at something?" he smirks, making you press mute and hold your hand over your mouth to hold back the screams you feared would release.

Feeling like your soul was about to leave your body, you couldn't believe he just said that.

Actually, you couldn't believe you would even recommend that song. God, your sleepiness was messing with your mind.

Finding your energy once again, you unmute the call and try to seem unfazed by his last comment. "Yes, that I want to sleep. Goodbye now."

Before you could hit the red button again, you could hear him chanting over the phone to do the exact opposite. "Don't!"

Groaning, you clutch the phone harder in despair. "I am so tired. Don't do this to me, please. I am a girl who values her sleep!" you whine as you hear him continue his light giggles in the background. "If I don't sleep I will die, is this what you want. Are you trying to kill me?"

"I can reassure you I don't plan on keeping you up long," he explains. "And I wouldn't dare wish for your death."

Your heart fluttering, you glare at your chest. "Then what do you want?"

Moving his phone from one ear to the other, he lays in his bed while smiling at his ceiling. "You," he declares, making you widen your eyes as he shuffles around in his blanket. "Tomorrow, let's hang out."

Sitting up against your bed frame, you furrow your brow. "Hang out? For what?" There's no way you will be able to act normal for a long period of time, your weak-self can't do it.

Placing a hand over his chest, he lets out a light hiss in fake hurt by your comeback before continuing. "Can't I hang out with you by choice and not by a work schedule? Unless you're so disgusted by me." That's when he started his fake cries. "I'm so sorry I am not Matt Healy and can't do a great British accent."

Shaking your head, you try to intervene as his ugly cries become louder through the line. "That's not what I meant, stop being dramatic," you complain as he instantly stops while smiling widely. "Is there a specific reason why you want to hang out?"

Taking a deep breath, he fiddles with the fingers on his non-occupied hand. "Does there need to be a reason?"

You pause for a second. He's acting too kind for your liking and it's making you question what his intentions are. In this point of time, you're sure he's going to take that moment to convince you to work with him in Canada.

"With you there's always a reason."

Scoffing lightly, he grumbles. "I just want to go on a hike and need a hiking partner."

Oh hell no, you already did enough working out this evening. You were not about to do that again, that's for sure.

"Yeah, nooo," you exhale lowly. "I already did too much working out with my body if you know what I mean and-"

"I don't know what that means," he cuts you off.

"It means I am going to be sore for days so my body has no strength to walk for more than five minutes," you declare as he falls silent.

After a few seconds that felt like forever, he replies. "Fine," he blankly states. "Have a goodnight, sweetheart."

The warmth as blood began drawing to your face became present as you quickly reply with a simple "night" before ending the call. And for some reason you felt as if you couldn't breathe normally by the pounding on your chest.

What the hell was happening to you. Looking up at the ceiling, you silently pray you don't have a Lady Gaga 2.0 fiasco.

As you were questioning why your heart made you feel as if you were going under cardiac arrest the night before, your body was currently making you feel if you really needed to make that trip to the ER by how tender you were.

It also didn't help that Jules was the one waking you up at the crack of dawn, half asleep with her eye mask clinging onto her forehead.

"W-why are you-" you grumble, rubbing your eyes as you look at the alarm clock near your bedside. "-waking me up at 6:18am? It's Saturday."

She sent you a death glare for assuming she randomly wanted to wake you up for the fun of it as she was the one who was woken up first. "Someone's here for you."

Positioning your body upwards, you squint your eyes up at her. "What are you talking about?"

"Why don't you take a look for yourself," she gritted her teeth, swaying her head towards your door.

Slowly standing up, you make your way to it before sneaking a peak of the view of your living room. That's when you see a very annoying man you were sure you both agreed on the phone last night to not go hiking.

Luckily, he didn't notice your wandering eyes as his were glued to his phone, scrolling through his social media.

What was he doing here? You can't face him without thinking about his body wrapped around yours and his lips doing dangerous things.

Oh no, you truly were screwed.

Lightly shutting your door, you nervously turn back to your roommate who looks displeased. "I told him no."

"No means yes, I guess," she replies, snaking her arms around her body for warmth. "I'm going back to bed."

You could hear her walk out of your room as you frantically begin searching for something warm yet comfortable clothes to wear on this undesired hike. You knew if you tried backing out he would stay until you caved, he was very persistent to get what he wanted.

And what he wanted was for you to get your ass up and exercise.

You were also certain you heard Jules let out a "thanks for the invite" to him before hearing her bedroom door shut.

Running out of your room, you made sure not to look in his direction so he wouldn't see your morning appearance clearly- well he already has but why reveal yourself in this state again?

Quickly brushing your hair, teeth, and washing your face, you change into a baggy green sweatshirt and some black workout leggings before slipping on suited running shoes.

Try to act natural. Give him little attention so he won't speculate anything. You aren't into old men and did not vision him smooching you on your sofa.

"You are so buying me breakfast," you deadpan as you walked straight out of your door, not even daring to wait for him to follow.

Good, be straightforward.

Laughing to himself, Pedro promptly jumped off the couch and jogged after you once you shut the door on him and continued down the halls to the elevators.

Finally catching up, he barely made it through the elevator doors as they were closing to find you leaning against the corner, mad and tired. "Good morning to you, too."

You let out a small cry as you lay your head against the wall in pain from how frustratingly exhausted you were. If one cold breeze hit you outside you were sure you were going to burst into tears.

"Oh, come one," he walks over to you and nudged your shoulder to wake up some more. If he unexpectedly touched you again you were sure you were going to rip his arm off. "In a few minutes you'll be wide awake and fine."

"How dare you assume I'm going to be fine!" you whine, trying to hit his side but he manages to capture your arm and that's when you give up and allow your worn out body to fall on him.

He instantly wraps his arms around you as your head falls just beneath his chin, your eyes slowly closing and your thoughts drifting away as his warmth was making you drowsy.

You tried to stay focus, but your poor state was taking over and you suddenly weren't as anxious as you once were. Being sleepy really made your mind roam.

"Hey, now," he whispers and looks down to see you snuggling up against him. "You can't fall asleep on me. I do not want your security guards thinking I drugged you."

Tightening your arms on how lower sides, you ignore him as you feel yourself easing closer to dozing off by the constant beating of his heart. "Stop," you mumble, clutching your ears softly before positioning your head on the other side of his chest.

"What?" he curiously glances down at you.

"You heartbeat's annoying me," you lightly whine. "It's pounding against my ears."

Pedro was extremely glad you were too tired to process his heartbeat and the bright red tint plastered across his face. Your drained-self definitely saved him from embarrassment.

Finally, the elevator doors opened and you still weren't moving. You were too comfortable to make any effort to walk on your own and if he really wanted you to hang out this morning then he was going to have to find a way to make you move.

And to him, dragging you was his best option yet. But with care.

Delicately keeping his arms secured around you, he gradually walked out with you still engulfed by him, eyes shut and only moving your feet with his pace.

Honestly, you were surprised how much rhythm you had.

Stopping to pull out his car keys, he unlocked his car and opened his passenger side door once you two reached the garage complex. Gently, laying you on the seat, you station you head against the headrest as he buckled you in. "God, I really hope security doesn't report me."

And once he made it to his side and hopped in, he laughed at the state you were in, head instantly bent to your side and legs tangled together in hope to create some kind of warmth. "Adorable."

But of course you were too dumb to not catch that.

You were awoken by a small speed bump and the instant hit of warmth through the heat vents, your eyes slowly glancing around your surroundings. Taking a quick peep at the screen indicating the time, you read that it was almost 7am.

Tilting your head and leaning against the headrest, you lazily stare at Pedro as he continues to drive to god knows where.

"Don't I look so handsome in the morning?" he jokes before meeting your eyes, sending you a warm grin.

And handsome on top of you.

Shutting your eyes tightly, you beg your imagination to please shut the fuck up.

"You mean drastic," you mutter, moving your head to the opposite side, against the window to force some sleep again.

Better to make time fly by faster knocking out where you were sure you wouldn't say anything stupid.

"Hey, no..." he whines, moving his right arm across to shake your chin softly to keep you conscious. "Don't pass out on me again, I'm lonely."

"And I'm tired, deal with it."

Shuffling in his seat, he looks over to see you curling yourself up in a ball with your legs to your knees and arms wrapped around. Not thinking things throughly, he hits the brakes hard for a split second and watches as your body jolts forward before swinging back against his seat.

"What the fuck!" you shriek, propping your body up and facing him in pure rage. "Are you trying to irritate me?!"

"I'm lonely and you're not helping," Pedro calmly states, shrugging as you continue your daggers his way.

You were beyond pissed. How could he think you would be energetic and talkative right now? How could he attempt to make you fly out the window? You could feel your nerves slowly fading away by the fury growing inside you.

If he wanted you awake then fine, you were going to be awake.

Doesn't mean you had to talk though.

Silently sitting up, you stare at the windshield in front of you and watch the cars drive as he continues to spare you a glance every once in a while.

Honestly, your silence was terrifying the fuck out of him. Normally, you would have some snarky comeback or violent punch to return to his evil tactics, but you were doing nothing.

Literally nothing.

And he knows damn well the sights of trees and cars did not interest you.

"Hey...," you feel Pedro lightly poke your side, pursing his lips once he saw your non-existent reaction. "You're not mad, right?"

Ignoring him, you continue your deep stare now onto more trees as you two were getting closer to nature than streets. You must've been out for some time as you barely noticed how far away from the city you really were.

Joon would really love this.

Gradually lifting his arm up, his places it on top of your own and gives it a small squeeze while laying it there. "C'mon, don't ignore me."

As if that would make you stop your scheme.

Blinking slowly, you acted like you paid no attention to his puppy dog pleads as the car was making its way towards an almost empty parking lot, all surrounded by a forest that only had one route starting within an old wooden bridge.

Pulling up to a nearby parking spot, Pedro parked the car before turning back to try and capture your attention but nothing was working.

You were so damn frustrating, it was infuriating. But he was still desperate to gain your attention.

"Are you just going to sit in here all day or what?" he questions as he waves a hand over your face to make you blink.

You didn't and that kind of frightened him. Work of the devil.

"I am going to cry," he warned, swatting his hand over his face to prepare for his fake tears.

Yet you showed no mercy. Sitting there patiently, you inhaled and exhaled softly, causing him to internally flip the fuck out because why were you being so aggravating when the two of you should be walking and pointing out the squirrels fighting over nuts.

And sadly, he was slowly giving up.

"Imagine if I really was crying," he began, offended you did not care one bit. "Really means a lot how unconcerned you are."

But when you suddenly started examining your nails and carefully picking at them is when he totally lost it.

Reaching over to you and moving his arm down your arm, he swiftly intertwined your fingers with his before moving you posture to face him.

His hand was huge.

"No, no-" he started, pulling a face as you gave him a blank stare back. Act natural. Pulling your shared hands in front of his chest, he sulks. "-please, for the love of whichever god you believe in, or if you're an atheist- for the love of you, please talk to me."

Watching him beg for forgiveness has always been funny in the past, but his pleading for attention now makes you feel bad.

"If you talk to me I will buy you breakfast and a very delicious milkshake that will make you extremely happy for the rest of the day," he continues, using his free left arm to wrap around you as his right one still clutches onto your palm.

He's so warm.

Pursing your lips a bit, you send him a skeptical glance. "Oreo shake with a lot of whipped cream?"

He instantly nods, a smile breaking out. "Of course, anything you want."

You look at the car's steering wheel before averting your eyes back to his. "And a red cherry?"

"I'll buy you a full jar of cherries if it makes you happy," he declares.

"And fries?"

Agreeing, he lets out a quick nod again. "With extra seasoning."

Biting your lip, you proceed to think about other stuff you may want with your milkshake and fries. "A burger?"

"My goodness, woman" he sighs, letting go of you and jumping out of the car before running around to your side and opening your door. "I'll buy you the whole menu, now let's go!"

With that, he vigorously yet cautiously pulls you out of your seat and throws you over his shoulders.

"Oh no!" you squeal, trying to find something to hold on to as he begins his journey, walking towards the bridge to start the hike. Grabbing a hold of his neck, you try not to choke him as you place your arm around it.

If you were going down, you were sure you were going to break his neck in the process. At least it would be a learning lesson for him.

"If you drop me I am never talking to you again," you threaten as he continues down a path.

"Said that before and just did it half the car ride here," he begins, moving his shoulder to give you a little fright of your life. "Now I just found out that all I have to do is buy you food and you'll yap again."

Glaring, you choke him a little to which he chuckles. "Didn't know you were into that."

Speechless, you couldn't believe his words. What the hell was he on this morning?

"Put me down!" you exclaim, immediately moving your body so he would lose his balance. Once he did so, you scowl as he ruffles your hair, making it tangle around. "Hey!"

"Can you stop being negative for a few minutes and enjoy the environment?" he asks, pulling his arms up to twirl around. "Just take in that fresh air mother nature gifted us."

Scrunching your nose, you frown. "It smells like rotten eggs."

"Because of the ducks," he pointed out before patting his pockets. "Which we will be feeding with the bread I brought."

Examining his pocket, you shoot him a curious glance. "How big are your pockets?"

"Not important," he states, grabbing your arms and dragging you along with him down the long trail. "What's important is finishing this trail to feel accomplished."

Pouting, you allowed him to drag you along as you miserably dreaded the next few hours to come. The energy you had to give off just for some damn breakfast.

Shame on you for loving food so much.

Encountering many frogs, lizards, and pigeons who loved flying right by both of your heads and scaring you to death, you had long forgotten about how anxious you were being around him. Being distracted constantly had you occupied which was a relief.

Eventually, you two finally found the drugs.

Or the ducks.

Walking by a huge pond, there were numerous amounts of ducks leaping around with their families following behind. It was really cute, but the smell wasn't.

"I wonder if they can choke on this?" Pedro muttered as he pulled out a large bread. Slowly nearing one medium-seized one in caution, he rips a piece apart and throws it. "It is kind of thick."

Taking a moment to check the bread out, you sigh. "Are you feeding these ducks bolillo bread?"

He pauses, not sure why you would care to ask. "Yes and?"

"They have thick crusts!" you exclaim. "And why not just feed them normal wheat bread?"

"Who even eats wheat? It's bland." he protests. "Plus, this is leftovers from my dinner last night."

"They're ducks! They don't care," you argue as he shakes his head.

"Just imagine if you were a duck," he began, making you huff in annoyance as you just knew he was going to say something ridiculous. "Wouldn't you love to eat this nice bolillo bread, maybe visualize a torta with some carnitas, onions, avocado, can't forget the refried bean-"

"The duck is choking!" you squeal and stare in fear as the poor duck starts to wheeze sharply.

Pedro's facial expressions drops as he sees the poor duck quacking in agony. Nervously rushing to its side, he looks up at you. "Do we pat its back? CPR? Call 911?!"

Pulling out your phone, you type away to find answers for your current problem. It was indeed true that you aren't supposed to feed ducks bread.

Especially thick Mexican ones.

"Give it mouth to mouth if you want chlamydia," you read aloud, causing Pedro to instantly leap away from the duck as it hastily begins to lay on the ground. "Wait, you get that from birds, not ducks. Silly me."

"Ducks are birds," he discloses, trying his best to softly pat the ducks back, finally giving it one powerful swat to help but instead the duck ends ups being thrown a few feet away by his force.

"Do I look like a fucking duck doctor?" you spit out, making him look up confused.

"You mean a veterarian."

Ignoring his last comment, you continue scrolling through more of google's suggestions, finally finding some information that may help. "You need to press down on its chest with 1-2 fingers or just give them water to drown it down."

Immediately grabbing the duck and placing it on its back, you worriedly watch over the duck from Pedro's shoulder as he works his fingers on the poor animal.

However, no luck was given as the duck was beginning to look weak and drowsy as pressure kept being projected on its chest. "We need water!"

Running towards the pond, you motion for Pedro to follow along with the duck as you look for a safe ramp to lead the duck onto. "Let's just lay him down near the water and splash him with it."

"He?" Pedro asks, stopping his movements. "But it looks like a she-"

"We are not arguing over its gender when its literally dying in your arms!" you exclaim, causing him to quickly nod and follow the ramp you found towards the water.

Gently, Pedro lowered his arms near the water with the poor duck taking over his hands. Trying to move the flow of water towards its face, he calls you over. "He's not accepting it, you need to scoop some up in your hand and pour it over his beak."

Rapidly nodding, you do as he says and take a handful and try not to spill it before gradually pouring it over the duck's beak. This water was not clean, but at least it was something. Nothing was happening until your third scoop once the duck began to actually swallow some of the water slowly.

"I-I think it's working! We did it!" Pedro cheered, trying to give you a high-five, failing incredibly as he somehow managed to lose his grip and dump the poor duck hard in the pond. "Oh shit!"

Squatting down, you try to reach for the duck as its face was buried underneath the water before Pedro's body slams into yours, causing you to fall into the dirty, cold pond.

The feeling of thick, muddy water overtakes your body as you lose all sight of air. Quickly moving your arms up and down, you rise back to the surface to find Pedro with his hands over his mouth and his jaw dropped.

He knew he wasn't going to hear the end of it.

"Fuck," he nervously muttered to himself before reaching out for you. "I am so so so sorry, the leaf made me slip AH!-"

He couldn't finish his sentence as you yanked his arm down with you, pulling with almighty to get him to land in the pond. The weight of the water going down with his body diving harshly against it, you knew he was completely soaked.

And probably pissed, but its okay. It's what he deserves.

Waiting for him to come up, he finally did so in seconds looking very unhappy. It made you delighted.

"You did that on purpose!"

Scoffing, you splash him and watch as he gasps harder. "You do a lot of things on purpose."

Using both hands to release bigger waves, he splashes you back. "Don't splash me!"

Growling, you slap his chest as he clutches your wrist afterwards. "You're so lucky I forgot my phone at home."

Gasping, you feel one of his hands fly underwater. "I didn't!" You hold in your giggles as he shuffles frantically before moving his gaze back up. "Wait, I never removed it from my glove department. Be fortunate I forgot it because if you destroyed it I would've made you walk home."

Furrowing your brows, you push his shoulders and make him move back by the force of it. "You're the one who started it. We're gonna get duck chlamydia now!"

Rolling his eyes, he pushed you back, causing you to fall under the water. Once you caught your breath again you notice the way he glares at you. "That's not even a thing."

"Just another STD to add to your list," you jokingly mumble to yourself, sure he didn't catch it.

You were wrong, again.

Launching himself onto you, the two of you fall underwater as he shoves you body around in revenge. Swimming back up, you gasp for air while slapping his arms off you as he tried blocking all your attempts.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he clings his face on your shoulder as he proceeds to try and bring you down under but somehow you manage to wrap your leg around his thigh, causing him to lose his strength and fall backwards with you on top of him.

He sure has one strong grip.

Now, not saying you were going to kill him. But this was your chance to kill him with no witnesses.

Well- besides the ducks, but they wouldn't quack a soul.

Regaining his energy, he lifts himself back up and holds you up, about to drag you under again before you crazily oppose while shaking your head, "Don't! We're gonna get sick!"

"That's not a very sincere apology," he tilts his head, his wet hair scattered across his face as he awaits your alibi.

Huffing, you fight back a rude remark. "Do you understand how much poop were swimming in right now? These ducks are probably laughing at us by how much they are quacking."

Swiftly looking around, the two of you check the surrounding ducks around who blankly stare back. The older looking ones hollering nonsense, probably making plans to kill you and Pedro.

"I bet their releasing their chlamydia right now," you cry, hiding your face in his shoulder as he bursts out laughing.

"I don't think that's how it works."

Glancing down on him, you're surprised by his strength. He's been holding you up by your waist for so long you're shocked he hasn't dropped you accidentally yet. "Let's not find out, let's get out."

"You're forgetting something," he smiles, staring innocently at you, knowing damn well you can't leave without his release. "And I wouldn't wait this one out because I am pretty sure I feel toads swimming near my feet."

Instantaneously, you clung onto him tighter in fear as you could imagine the feeling of something swarming around your body. It was like hundred of spiders crawling all over you, you needed to get out of here.

Pulling yourself back up, you place your hands on his shoulders as he impassively stares back at you, waiting. "Fine," you huff. "I'm sorry for claiming you had STD's before."

Pedro just stays there, not moving an inch as if he wants more. Groaning, you knew he wasn't going to give in so easy. "And I am sorry for stimulating the idea that you would get duck chlamydia," you apologize. "But you can get E. coli."

That didn't help as he just helplessly eyed you, not impressed with your poor excuses of your so-called apologies. What more did he want? You can't necessarily beg on your knees, you're in the water!

Whining, you knew you had to pull out your sincere face. You just knew your Oscar-worthy acting was about to award you freedom.

Softly, you move strands of hair stuck near his eyes away from his face and brush his hair back before quivering your lips and looking down upon him in sorrow.

He has really pretty eyes.

"I'm really sorry," you start as you push your face inside his neck and lock him inside your arms. "I know you don't have any infections, you don't even have visible rashes or sores to prove it."

Pedro finds your plead for forgiveness charming as you squeeze him tighter. He begins to release you until he hears the mutter of your "-that are visible."

"You couldn't hold it in for a few more seconds?!" he whined at how fast you went back to insulting him.

Sighing heavily, you slap a hand to your face. "It's hard!"

Suppressing a laugh, he unwrapped his arms around you and let you get back to the sidewalk. But once you were back on your feet, you looked down to find your body filled with random pieces of dirt, sticks, and grass. "Ew!"

"You're not sitting in my car," Pedro states, waving his head side to side to release some water from his ears.

"You're worse than me!"

"My car, my rules."

Frowning, you weren't sure if he was kidding or not. "Well, you almost committed first-degree-murder so if you don't want people to know you must be my personal servant."

His instant glare turned into confusion as he abruptly moved his attention back towards the pond. "Where did the duck go?"

Widening your eyes, you forgot that you had a helpless duck in your hands minutes ago before your splash attack with Pedro. Scanning your eyes from the sidewalks to the ramps to the pond, you noticed a duck floating nearby. "I think that's them."

Pointing at a duck with the closest familiar colors than the rest, you felt Pedro let out of sigh of relief. "Thank goodness, I would have felt extremely guilty if she would have died."

"It could be a he," you snap back.

He was about to protest but honestly, you were done for the day. You just wanted to take a long and hot shower and knock back out. Not only that, but you ruined your cute running shoes you gifted yourself months ago for your work out journey.

You never really wore them, but it's the thought that counts.

"We can get breakfast another day," you plead to which he didn't argue over because he really wanted to remove the unknown substances off his body asap.

He wouldn't admit it, but he was genuinely scared he may have gotten duck chlamydia .

"Okay, but no sleeping in the car," Pedro states as you exhale loudly. All this and you still weren't allowed to doze off, how cruel is life at the moment.

Walking back to the car would've went down smoothly if the two of you weren't given disturbed looks from strangers and your clothes weren't clinging uncomfortably to your bodies, especially your shoes.

Luckily, Pedro had towels in his trunk and set them down on the seats. "God, I am definitely going to need a deep cleaning after this."

Slipping inside, your hands find the heater and turn it on full blast. Not only was it freezing outside, but your drenched state made you feel like an icicle.

Setting off back to the road, your mind begins to wander back to the question that has been flooding your mind lately. Craning you neck towards his presence, you make out his comfort state. Cool, he's calm.

Here goes nothing.

"So," you start, awkwardly playing with your hands as you try to make direct eye-contact with him as he turns his head to you. "Why did you visit the other morning?"

Lifting a brow, he pulls a face. "Other morning?"

Biting the inside of the cheek, you try to sound composed. "Yeah, remember? You dropped by around 6am-"

"-and you thought I was Lady Gaga, slammed the door on my face, and went back to bed?" he finished, grinning while finding your eyes again. "You mean that day?"

"Well if you knew what I was talking about why make me recall those mortifying details?" you grumble, leaning back against your seat. "And I thought you were a cat."

"I figured, I always questioned why Jules would ramble on about buying Lady Gaga a new electric litter box until I connected the dots," he confessed making you let out a small chuckle.

Yeah, you clearly remember how upset Jules became when Lady Gaga neglected the expensive box.

"But if you're curious, it wasn't because I wanted to go hiking," he smiled, referring to the current day.

"Then why?"

He paused for a minute, checking his mirrors before switching lanes. "I'm not really sure."

Tilting your head a bit, you express curiosity as you glance back. "I don't understand?"

Laughing lowly, he slightly shook his head. "I did wake up real fucking early that day," he started. "Maybe around 4am? Which sucked because I must've gotten like 3-4 hours of sleep."

"So you decided to wake me up so I could feel your pain?"

"No," he stifled another chuckle. "To plant trees."

Squinting your eyes, you become very confused. What is he talking about? He noticed your puzzlement immediately. "You know, go early in the morning to different areas in the city and help dig and replace old trees to plant new ones."

This whole time you were flipping out, wondering why he randomly came early in the morning just to find out it was because he's a nature boy who wants to help out the community?

It was very sweet of him to be as helpful as he was, but you were a little disappointment it wasn't something more.

"That's why?" you ask and he nods. "And why no warning?"

"Well, I was going to call but I figured all that studying you had done the evening before may have knocked you out early," he confessed.

Yet he still made you wake up early today knowing damn well you were exhausted last night. Strange.

"Why me?" you giggle. "I'm not your typical nature girl, Joon would've been perfect for the job."

Shrugging, he leaned his elbow on his middle console. "I thought about asking him, but to be honest I didn't want to pay for any damages he may have caused."

That was a very accurate insight of what Joon really was, clumsy. The amount of times he accidentally dropped his coffee cups, tripped over wires backstage, and face-planted against glass doors would be too much to count on both your palms.

You're surprised he hasn't broken his back again- but still glad he hasn't. That would really suck.

"But have you thought things over yet?" Pedro glanced your way before looking back forward. "About Canada?"

Stiffing up a bit, you move your eyes to the dashboard. You weren't dreading this conversation, but you didn't want to talk about it.

This was a situation where it was a win but also a loss.

Win as in gaining incredible experience, loss that your parent's wouldn't be pleased, it was in a different country, and you'd be missing out on your social life for almost a year.

"Not really," you admit and sense from the corner of your eyes his shoulders fall. "Still indecisive, as always," you try joking to lighten the mood.

Sending over a tiny grin, he mirrors your same expression, doubtful. His face turns concentrated again, leaning closer to you before he shuts down again, ultimately rejecting whatever idea he had going on.

The rest of the drive back to your place went by fast. The two of you made little talk about each other's life and how school was going for you, but he already knew so much already from past encounters.

Pulling up to the red curb you loathe, you crack a scowl as he only returns a smirk at his doing. "I will personally send my property manager to you so she can threaten you."

"I do love threats," he beamed, watching as you reach for the handle before stopping you by his voice. "-but I had fun this morning, despite our little uh...catastrophe," he chuckled, looking down at his clothes.

"I totally agree," you grin. "Dirt just looks so good on me."

He sniggers lightly before slightly sobering up. "But seriously, think about the offer," he begins, nipping at his lip a bit, not trying to put too much pressure on you. "It'll be good for you, you know- your future."

Sighing, you nod. You knew where he was coming from since he's been doing this for so long, but you were still young and had a lot on your mind.

"I'll think about it," you smile, reaching for the door handle and swiftly getting out, missing the way his smile slowly vanishes.

Taking your usual step back, you send him a farewell wave but he does his habitual goodbyes as he gets out of his car and grins to you. "See you around." Laughing, you walk inside the doors and make your way to the elevators, his followed soft "beautiful" being muffled by the traffic on the streets.

It seemed like both of you were screwed.

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nick wayne x female reader?? nick has a huge crush on the reader who works as a backstage member (creative team) and darius, dante, and hook help him and her get together??

You’re the girl i want.

nick wayne X creative team!fem reader

this one may be a little short!

xoxo

Y/N L/N

“Y/n, i need you to go find Nick to tell him about the change of plans with his match tonight.”

I heard my boss, Tony, say while looking over the card for tonight.

“Okay, and just to be sure, you changed it so he’s winning tonight?”

I questioned, not wanting to tell Nick the wrong thing.

“Yep!”

“Okay, i’ll go tell him now!”

I said getting out of my chair and walking out the room.

Nick Wanye

I was sitting in catering with the Martin brothers and Tyler, while i was scrolling through her instagram again.

“Nick, what are you doing?”

I jumped a little as i heard Darius’s voice.

“I’m- uh-“

“He’s on Y/n’s instagram again.”

I got cut off as Tyler looked over at my phone.

“I am not, she posted last night and it showed up on my feed.”

I wasn’t lying, she did post about her birthday last night but i had already seen it. I was looking at it again.

@y/nusername

Finally 18🌹.

I mean who wouldn’t. she’s so beautiful.

“Nick!”

Oh shit. i swiped out of her account and put my phone on the table, looking back to where i heard her voice coming from.

“What’s up?”

i asked trying to keep my cool.

“Tony wanted me to tell you that your match got changed, you the one winning tonight.”

“Oh, thank you for the heads up!”

I said a little to happily for my liking.

I mentally facepalmed myself.

“Your welcome!”

She smiled at me and i felt like the whole world was frozen.

I smiled at her before she walked away.

I finally looked away from her and back to the boys.

I saw the 3 of them smiling for some reason.

“What?”

I asked squinting my eyes looking at them.

“You are such a love sick teenager.”

I heard Tyler say from beside me.

“I am not.”

I tried arguing back but i knew there was no point.

There was no point cause it was true.

“Just ask her out already.”

Dante said shaking his head.

“I would but-“

I couldn’t finish my sentence because a producer said my match was next.

I got up from the seat.

Y/N L/N

I was sitting at the table beside the gorilla helping Tony direct the show, when i saw Nick coming.

When he made it close to the table, he smiled at me.

I felt my face start heating up as i smile back at him.

“Good luck tonight.”

I shouted over the loudness of the backstage area.

“Thank you.”

I swore i saw him turn red but i’m probably tweaking.

His music hit and he smiled at me one more time before walking out.

I smiled shaking my head.

Half way through his match, i saw the Martin Brothers and Tyler come over towards me.

“Y/n, can we talk to you?”

I heard Tyler ask me.

I looked over to Tony, and he nodded.

I got up and moved around the table before i started following them.

“Is something wrong?”

I asked confused on why they suddenly needed to talk to me.

“To make a long story short, Nick likes you and he’s to much of a whimp to tell you.”

The youngest Martin brother tells me.

“Wait what?”

I muttered to myself confused.

“Wait do you not like him?”

Darius asked me.

“No, no, i do. I just thought he didn’t like me.”

I smiled.

“Thank god. Please ask that man on a lunch date or something.”

Dante said.

“Yeah, no offense to you, Y/n, but we’re tired of him talking about you all the time and not doing anything.”

Tyler added on to his younger friend.

“Okay! I will.”

I smiled walking away from them.

Another 10 minutes past after i got back to the table, when i heard Nick come backstage.

“Nick!”

I shouted to get his attention while walking towards him.

“What’s up?”

He asked turning around to meet my face.

“I was wondering if you maybe wanted to get lunch with me tomorrow?”

I smiled as i saw his face turn red.

“Uhm- y-yeah. I would love to.”

He said smiling.

“Okay, i’ll text you my number on instagram!”

I said before kissing him on the cheek and walking away from him back to the table.

“IM GOING ON A DATE WITH HER!”

I heard Nick yell from down the hall.

I smiled just shaking my head.

I am so excited for tomorrow.

XOXO

thank for reading🖤.

#aew #aew imagine #nick wayne imagine #nick wayne

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xoxiu · 9 months

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twinkle - ot7 x reader

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summary: she had just wanted attention, that’s why she kept texting the strange number, updating him on everything in her life. little did she know how dangerous this relationship actually was. it had been jimin’s idea to kidnap the girl, but the ability to travel across the world to actually do it had been all hoseok’s doing. convenient how some things work, right? they knew that they were destined to have their baby with them, whether she wanted it or not.

tags/warnings: kidnapping, forced age regression, spanking, noncon, mafia au, drug use, stockholm syndrome, caregiver!bts, little!reader, nonsexual, diapers, panic attacks, fluff and angst, sickfic, referenced child abuse, unrequited love

taglist: @0funsite0, @frieschan

a/n: this chapter is more of a one-shot update i wrote 4-5 years after posting the first chapter

Ophelia was happy. All she knew was that she had her Daddies, and that she was finally safe. Those years of fending for herself were over, as she had seven caretaker tending to her every want and need.

She recently developed a very nasty and long cold. Daddies moved a mattress down into the living room so they could keep an eye on her. At least two of them, usually Seokjin and Jimin, would sleep on the couches, and sometimes Namjoon or Hoseok would sleep on the mattress with her.

Currently, Ophelia was laying down on the mattress, drinking a bottle full of juice and watching whatever anime Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung were watching. It was very rare that Ophelia ever got juice, and was savoring every second of the fruit punch taste. She played with the nipple of the bottle as she watched what appeared to be vampires on the TV fight with swords and magic.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" Jin walked over to Ophelia, already hearing the wheezing sounds from her nose before he even got next to her. Ophelia didn't reply, only staring back at Jin with watery eyes. "Oh, honey."

"You might have to take her to Jackson-hyung," Jimin spoke up, "poor thing's been wiping her nose all day and coughing more than usual."

"That's what I had planned," Jin replied, taking the bottle away from Ophelia and replacing it with a pacifier. "He arranged to meet us at his office at noon today to see Ophelia."

It was already 10:30, and the drive into Seoul would be just over an hour, so Seokjin had to get Ophelia ready quick. It would be him and Namjoon taking her to the hospital to see Doctor Jackson and get her sinus issues checked out.

Seokjin placed Ophelia on his hip, and she immediately buried her face in the crook of his neck.

"Bunny..." she mumbled, reaching a hand out towards Jungkook. Seokjin chuckled at how she was mimicking their nickname for Jungkook. She was just too adorable.

"No, no, baby. No bunny right now," Seokjin told the little, "We have to make sure you're healthy before you can have your bunny."

Ophelia pouted behind the pink pacifier in her mouth, and reached a hand out to Jungkook as Seokjin took her away. Jungkook playfully reached a hand out towards Ophelia in return, mimicking her sad pout as well.

Throughout the years, Jungkook and Ophelia grew a special bond. Jungkook was the youngest Daddy, who did more play than discipline. Ophelia liked the he treated her as an equal almost, and loved that he always took her side whenever she was in trouble. 'She's just a baby,' he would say, 'She doesn't know any better.'

Seokjin took Ophelia out to the car, where Namjoon was already waiting in the passenger seat. Seokjin placed the little in her carseat and strapped her in snug. In the front seat, Namjoon reached into the center console for her iPad, unlocking it and turning on the YouTube Kids app.

"Here you go, Lia," Namjoon said. After a minuscule moment of silence, Seokjin looked at Ophelia in the rearview window.

"Ophelia," the girl in question shot her head up with wide eyes. She wasn't used to being called her legal name, unless she was in trouble. "Daddy just gave you that to play with. What do you say?"

"Thank you, Daddy." Ophelia said, but from behind the pacifier it sounded more like 'Tank chu 'addy'.

The car ride was mild at best. The only noise was from the cutesy songs coming from Ophelia's iPad (as well as the voices of Russian children, a weird and new part of YouTube that Ophelia has explored). Namjoon and Seokjin caught each other up on Ophelia's symptoms so they were on the same page at her appointment. The car came to a stop outside of Seoul National University Hospital, and Ophelia began to fuss and become distressed at the sight of the building.

"Li li, it's okay," Namjoon said, turning around in his seat. "It's only for a few minutes, trust me."

Namjoon got out first and took Ophelia into his arms. He pulled her hood up as the breeze picked up, making the air slightly chilly. The three walked in through doors, and Lia was surprised to see very few people throughout the halls. She assumed the hospital would be filled with people and noise, but it was rather calming.

They eventually entered a room where a man in a white coat was standing near a door on the opposite side of the room.

"Jackson!" Seokjin smiled at the man, "It's so nice of you to do this for us."

"No problem at all," Jackson said, eventually locking eyes with Ophelia. She immediately turned to hide in Namjoon's shoulder, who only ran a hand through her hair in return.

"Oh my god, you guys. She is just the cutest thing," Jackson said in awe. He walked over to get a better look at Ophelia. "Hi, there. What's your name, sweetheart."

Ophelia attempted to nearly merge into Namjoon, wanting to get away from the stranger named Jackson. She didn't want to talk to him, see him, or let him touch her. He was scary.

"Someone's just a little shy," Namjoon said, patting Ophelia's diapered bum. "This is Ophelia."

Ophelia was sat on a cold hospital bed as Namjoon and Seokjin sat in the chairs next to her. She immediately reached out to be held by them, but Namjoon wasn't sure if she would be allowed on his lap during her examination. He reached a hand out to hold Ophelia's, and that seemed to calm her nerves enough.

"Okay, so I heard the little one has a bit of a sinus issue," Jackson said with a smile, "What exactly is she experiencing? A runny nose? Congestion?"

"She's had a constant runny nose, and every time she blows it there's blood and a lot of mucus. She also has been wheezing a lot, like she almost can't breathe through her nose with how congested she is." Seokjin looked over at the little, who was pulling her hoodie strings to hide her face in her hood.

"Oh, and she's had a major headache and cough, too." Namjoon added on.

Jackson hummed as he typed on his computer. "And how long has this been going on?"

"The runny nose? At least two months. The cough and headache just started recently." Namjoon replied as he reached out to pull the hood off from around Ophelia's face. She whined and kicked her feet in protest. Jackson seemed to pick up on her discomfort.

"How about you put her on your lap while I check her nose and such?"

Ophelia immediately reached out to be picked up by Namjoon. He held her on his lap while putting his hands over her's, forcing them to remain in her lap. Jackson approached them with a little black magnifying glass type device, and instructed Ophelia to stay 'extra super still' while he looked in her nose.

"Yup, it's definitely dry and inflamed. Nothing some nasal spray can't fix, thought." Jackson said, throwing away the tip of the tool.

Ophelia sat in her car seat sucking on the green apple lollipop Jackson had given her. She had a wide smile and giggled as they drove away.

"Well, baby, how about we get you some McDonald's for being so good?" Seokjin asked, already knowing the answer.

"MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS!" Namjoon chanted from the passenger side, causing Ophelia to giggle harder.

"Can we get Bunny McDonald's, too?"

"Of course we can, honey."

Ophelia had the best Daddies.

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darkwaveho · 2 years

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Favors

Summary: Every action has a consequence; every cause has an effect but would Wanda be the exception?

Parings: Stoner!Wanda Maximoff x reader

Warnings: 18+, fluff, cursing, sexual innuendos, suggestive themes, flirting, groping, manipulation, lying, toxic behavior, gas lighting.

A/n: Enjoy this long as part, I said I’d never do an 8k word fic but here I am posting a 10k word fic lmaoo. Sorry for the long wait and thank you to everyone who stayed patient with me on updating this series. not proof read bc I just wanted to get this out to you guys any way Happy reading! 🙂💜

part 8 | part 10

A month. you and Wanda had been dating for a month now. You never expected things to go as smoothly as they have. From getting to know each other better, watching old lady tv shows with Wanda or just simply talking about the day you two had. This relationship was starting to really pickup pace quickly. Every day like clockwork whenever you exited a class you were always groped by Wanda as soon as she spotted you, you’ve grown used to it now not batting an eye at who it was anymore. Today was a different story coming out of your last class for the day. The touch you were waiting for never came, looking around you didn’t see you girlfriend in sight. You keep walking down the hall thinking maybe she chose a new spot to surprise you from but once again the touch you were eagerly seeking today was nowhere to be found.

You send her a few texts asking her where she was after not receiving a reply you decided to call her phone. When it goes straight to voicemail you frown, that’s never happened before. Wanda always replied back to you wishing a millisecond and she always picked up on the first ring when you called. This was out of the ordinary for her, so you start walking to Wanda’s apartment maybe she’s busy with her art she’s been telling you about an art piece she was working on, but she refused to show you just yet. You knock on the door a few times and when it finally opens it wasn’t the person you were looking to see.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“Hey, Nat what’s going on with Wanda, she didn’t text me at all today is she okay? She wasn’t outside my classroom door waiting for me. She didn’t grope me randomly in passing or harass me either.”

“Whoa, calm down sweetheart, she’s fine. Not really, she’s sick, must’ve caught a stomach bug or something.” You sigh in relief as Natasha looks at you admirably. She loves how you care about Wanda and her well-being. She opens the door wider and motions for you to come in. “I practically quarantined her in her room. she wasn’t feeling well after her first class this morning and when she came back, she really looked out of it.”

“Poor thing.”

“No poor me, she’s been really bitchy today more than usual. Sick Wanda is more dramatic than regular healthy Wanda.” You roll your eyes at her comparison. “She can’t be that bad, can she?” Natasha only raises an eyebrow at you and drags you in the apartment and towards Wanda’s door. She motions for you to keep quiet. If Wanda found out, you are here she’d play innocent. Natasha bangs on the wooden door. “Wanda, you alright in there?”

“Natasha, get the fuck away from my door!” The impact of something hitting the other side of the door makes you jump back in surprise. Natasha was quick to hold you on instinct. She gives you a reassuring squeeze and mouths a ‘you, okay?’ You silently nod and finally become aware of her hand placement on your hips. catching your gaze, she removes her hands and sends you an apologetic smile before turning back to the door. “Do you need anything? Want me to get you some medicine?” she pauses before something else comes to mind. “You don’t have diarrhea, do you?”

“Natasha, I just want you to shut up and get the hell away from my door” you try for a moment knocking on the door. “What?!” She shouts. “Go away!”

“Wanda.” as soon as you say the word Wanda instantly reverses her wishes. “Princess?”

“Yeah, it’s me, I didn’t know what was going on with you today, so I came to see if you were alright.”

“Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. I just felt like shit after my watercolor class. I’m a horrible girlfriend, aren’t I?” Sounds like she started to tear up. Natasha only looks at you with a smug look this was proving her point about how dramatic Wanda is when sick and it was only the beginning. “No, of course not” you make a move to turn the knob, but Natasha stops you. “What are you doing? You can’t go in there; you’ll get sick too. And the germs will most likely spread out here and then I’ll get it too.” You had no idea Natasha was such a germaphobe.

“So, you just want to leave her in there by herself without her properly being taken care of?”

“No, I’m saying we need supplies first before we just open the door to that hazardous ass room.”

“I heard that you bitch!”

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you; your congested nose is making it very hard to understand you SquidWard.” You pinch Natasha’s arm. “Ow! What was that for?” she rubs her arm. “For teasing her while she doesn’t feel good.” She scuffs. “Did you not just hear her calling me a bitch? And telling me to fuck off when I’m trying to check in on her?”

“I’ll make sure she gets it too just when she’s better.”

“Whatever, let’s go get these supplies.” While you took the liberty of ordering some flu medicine through DoorDash. Natasha goes into her room and comes out with two cans of disinfectant spray and two face masks. “You really are a germaphobe huh?” You smile playfully at her as you tease her. You were getting more comfortable with Natasha. Just being around her and having a chill conversation. “I am not! I’m trying to protect you from the sick.” You hum. “I appreciate it, I’m just messing with you. Though I really do think you are a germaphobe.” She brushes pass you and stands in front of Wanda’s door once again.

She knocks on the door waits until you’re standing next to her and opens it this time. Her room is a mess. Tissues piled up in her trash can. Gatorade bottle on her nightstand. Her clothes and book bag just thrown out on the floor. Looks like she came straight home and flopped into bed. You find your girlfriend underneath the pile of blankets she still hasn’t removed herself from. “What are you guys doing in here? You’re going to get sick.”

“Oh, shut up Squidward, we came-“

“You get out!”

“Nat, just please don’t upset her even more, I’ll be fine.” She eyes you wearily and agrees. “Fine but you keep your mask on, no close contact and spray every so often. Got it?” she points a finger at you. “You have my word Captain germy.” She leaves the room. and you turn your full attention to the lump laying on the bed.

“Baby, can you come out from underneath there?” she clutches the cover tighter. “No” she replies almost childlike. You round the bed to where she was laying. “You’re not gonna let me see your pretty face? I haven’t seen you all day.” She thinks on it for a moment before she rolls over to face you. she still doesn’t pull the blanket away from her face.

“Okay, I’ll leave you alone, and check in on you a little later then.” she whines from under the cover and quickly reveals herself from the cocoon. her eyes look tired, her nose is red and she’s breathing through her mouth heavy. even in this state she looked adorable all wrapped up in her blanket like a burrito. “Hi.” she says the word softly as she can but her tone in voice changed. “Hi, what’s going on with you? hm?” she looks up at you through irritated, watery eyes and shrugs her shoulders.

“Did you take some medicine?” she shakes her head no. “I don’t want it, it’s nasty.” you ignore her childish response while touching her forehead with the back of your hand and quickly pulling away. “Wands you’re burning up why are under here?” you clench on to the blankets giving them a slight tug.

“Cold.” she grips the blankets tighter to keep you from stripping her from the warm wrap she’s made. you needed to get some medicine in her quickly, but you knew it would be a hassle to convince her to take it. “Okay, how about we get you in the shower to wash the ick off of you and then we can get some medicine in you and order some food?”

“You shower with me?” you tilt your head at her, you don’t know if she was innocently asking you or if she was taking advantage of this opportunity. most likely both. “Sure, I’ll shower with you.”

“And you give me cuddles?”

“And I’ll give you cuddles.” Natasha would surely lock you in this room with Wanda after you broke her rules by not spraying, being close in contact and not keeping the mask on. “Mmkay deal.” she unravels the blanket and sniffles.

“Let me go run the water and I’ll come back and help you, okay?” she nods and blows her nose into the tissue. while you were making sure the water was at the right temperature and that you had everything prepared so she wouldn’t be on her feet too long. Wanda stubbornly made her way into the bathroom with you and wrapped her arms around you from behind. “Wands I thought I told you to stay in the room until I came back?”

“I missed you, and I haven’t held you today.” she gives you a good squeeze. you laugh and unlink her arms from your waist. the heat coming from her body was unbelievable if you weren’t able to get her fever down you were definitely going to take her to the hospital. “I missed you too, now come on let’s get you in the shower.” you wait for her to remove her clothes but she only stares at you. “what’s wrong?”

“You said get ‘me’ in the shower. we’re supposed to shower together.” she childishly folds her arms and pouts. “We are but I have to put your sheets in the washing machine wands, I promise I’ll shower with you.” she eyes you cautiously and begins removing her clothes. she blushes when she catches you checking her out. “See if the water is at the right temperature for you, baby.”

“Can we just skip this and go back to my bed to cuddle and skip the medicine part too?” she leans forward and wraps you in her arms once more. “Absolutely not, now get your butt in that shower.” she whines in the crook of your neck you lightly tap her butt to get her moving. she gasps from the contact. “You only want me to shower so you can touch my goodies. Are you taking advantage of me being sick princess?” she sends you a wide smile, good to know she was slowly getting back to herself.

“You’re the one who wanted me to shower with you” you gasp defensively. “I don’t need to take advantage of you to see your goodies, you show them to me for free baby.” you laugh at her accusatory actions and place a kiss on her forehead. “Now, get your ass in the shower.” she does as she’s told finally getting under the water. you leave her to get everything else together. starting with her bed, emptying out her trash can, spraying the room with disinfectant. after you place the bedding in the washing machine Natasha alerts you that the medicine came and what should she order to eat.

“I’ll ask Wanda when we’re done in the shower.”

“Woah, wait a minute I thought I told you no contact.”

“Nat, she looked like she was going to die of heat stroke. she was burning up. relax.”

“Fine, but if I get sick.” she points her finger at you and walkaway. “You won’t”

“Okay, I’m back” you find Wanda leaning on the cold tile of the shower wall. “Finally, now take your clothes off.” you don’t even scold her for her snappy tone you quickly take your clothes off and enter the shower. Wanda didn’t waste any time to hold you again. you left the water temperature warm to keep her comfortable, but you still needed to do something about that fever. you lean forward and turn the knob to cold water. she shrieks from the cold icy feeling and clutches on to you more.

“Whyy would you do that?” she whines in the crook of your neck squirming as you use more strength to hold her in place. “I’m sorry but we need to get your fever down, just a little longer, okay?” her teeth chatters as she nods her head. “C-cold now.” you turn the water back to a nice warm temperature to sooth her, you make note not to stay in here for much longer. the cold water was only a temporary fix for the fever. placing her head on your chest. “Is the steam helping with your nose?” she hums. “A little.” she lifts her head and stares intensely at you. “Can I have a kiss?” she moves her head forward hoping to catch your lips.

“Are you crazy?” you dodge her and put some distance between you two. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry I won’t do it again.” she holds your arms waiting for you to welcome her once more. you couldn’t resist her; she was really adorable. being all cute and needy today. so, you give her a kiss on her forehead, her cheeks, and place a final kiss on her nose. she places her head on your chest once again but this time she starts getting handsy. “Seriously wands?” you say, as she’s sliding her hands all over you and making sure to give your ass a good squeeze. “You know just because I’m sick doesn’t mean I don’t get horny.” you giggle at her words. “Well, let’s hurry up so we can do something about that cold of yours.” you slot your leg between hers and guide her to grind against your thigh, she always gave you what you wanted, you had no problem returning the favor. she hums and groans softly as you bring her closer and closer to her relief. she doesn’t last long any way, Wanda was cumming within a few minutes of her grinding. this cold really had a hold on her stamina and her overall energy. “Thank you printsessa.” she looks up at you with dazed irises and that urges you to wrap things up here so she could lay back down and get off her feet. “You’re welcome baby.” you kiss her cheeks a few times before shutting the water off and wrapping her up in a towel.

“Don’t you feel a little better after your shower?” she hums wrapped up in her towel. you come back with different variations of clothing for her. “What do you want to wear?” she points to the Paramore t-shirt. “What else?” she points to the panties you had laid out for her. you wait for her to point to something else, but it never comes. “That’s it?” she hums confidently. you won’t question her choice she did have a fever and the chills, so she probably didn’t want too much clothing on like she did before.

“Okay.” you help her put the clothing items on and focus on doing the same. wearing Wanda’s clothes of course got her throbbing but she wasn’t going to push again. Wanda tells you she wanted Ramen for dinner so you text Natasha from the room and she sends a thumbs up emoji. when you’re done cleaning the bathroom and putting on new clothes you lead Wanda out of the room and into the living room. you spot Natasha on the couch fumbling to place her mask back on her face at the sight of Wanda finally coming out of her room.

“What the hell? a warning would’ve been nice ya know.” Wanda parts her lips to say a snarky remark but Natasha beats her to it while clutching the disinfectant can in her hand. “I swear if you say anything I’ll spray you. One word.” Wanda sits on the couch with a scowl on her face as she waits for you to sit next to her. “Nat leave her alone we’ll just make her wear a mask until the food gets here.” Wanda smiles victoriously and sticks her tongue out at Natasha. Natasha peeks over to see if you’re looking at them and when she sees that you’re preparing the small care package for Wanda she sprays the can right at Wanda. the fit of coughing is what gets you to turn around. “Wands are you okay? you need water?”

“I think she’s fine; I think you should give her the medicine now though.” she smirks over her beer bottle getting actual payback at Wanda knowing just how much she hated oral medicine. Wanda furiously shakes her head. “I’m fine now, I don’t need it.” you tut at your girlfriend and bring the tray of water, Gatorade and medicine over to the coffee table. you shake the cough syrup and crack the seal. wanda squirms with each movement you make. especially when you actually pour the thick liquid into the plastic cup. she clamps her lips down tight when the plastic cup nears her face. “Come on you need to take it to get better. the sooner you take this the sooner you can get your cuddles.” she dodges each advance you take. “Please, for me?” you rub your thumb against her chin. you sit down on her lap hoping this would tip her over the edge to submit.

“Can you open your mouth and take your medicine... for your princess?” you almost got her with the nickname. any other time she would have folded instantly but she really despised cough medicine, so she kept her lips shut tight. you huff after being denied again.

Natasha comes up with a way to get Wanda to take the medicine. hopefully you would be up for it because part of this was for her own benefit. “Maybe you should give me some cuddles instead y/n, since Wanda is being a big baby and won’t take the medicine.” she smirks at Wanda’s panicked expression. she relaxes after a few seconds not believing that you would do it. Natasha gives you an encouraging look waiting for you to make your way over to where she was seated. this could actually work so you sit the plastic cup on the tray and walk over towards Natasha on the other end of the couch. dodging Wanda’s hands to grab you.

Natasha opens her arms welcoming your warm body into hers. you pull away from Natasha when you hear a grunt and the stomp of Wanda’s foot on the floor. “Take it and I’ll come back to give you your cuddles.” She clenches her jaw as she watches you hold Natasha close. “You didn’t tell me how soft she was wands; I see why you keep her cooped up in that room.” she snuggles her face against yours. Wanda snatches the plastic cup off the table and throws it back like a shot. she grimaces and coughs dramatically.

“I took it now, get over here and give my cuddles.” she pouts as she waits for you to return back to her. you turn towards natasha blinking blankly at her. “Uh nat.” she hums. “Hm?” she raises her brows in question. “Are you going to let go so I can go back to wands?” her eyes go wide not realizing the hold she had on you. “You sure you want to go back over there with that contagious monster?” you laugh as you untangle yourself from Natasha. she had to fight back a whine that almost pushed through her as you left her on the couch. walking over to Wanda you smile at her. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?.” she pulls you forcefully on the couch and climbs on top of you. “Cuddles now.” she demands it now after she requested it earlier.

you pull her head down on top of your chest and stroke her hair. after a few minutes the cuddles weren’t enough not after seeing you give what was hers away. she tugs at your hands. “What is it?” she lifts her head to look you in the eyes. tilting her head adorably. “I want butt rubs too.” she tugs on your hand once again and places it on her butt.

you give her what she wants softly rubbing her butt she hums in satisfaction before she once again deems it not enough. she wants your hands on her skin. she wiggles on top of you, and you don’t know what she’s doing until she grabs your hand again and you feel the fabric of her panties. you halt your movements. and harshly whisper. “Wanda.” she whines in retaliation. she didn’t care about Natasha being a few feet away this was her time to be as needy as she wanted to be plus you owed her after giving her cuddles away. you can feel the eye of Natasha staring into you. curiosity gets the best of you and you peer over Wanda’s head to watch her. you mouth a ‘Sorry’ to her and she waves you off.

“Don’t be.” she turns her attention back to the television and you follow suit. you get through the first half of the movie until the food arrives. after basically starving herself today Wanda built up quite the appetite, she slurped her ramen and stuffed her jaws full. not caring to eat cautiously. “Geez slow down.” Natasha scolds Wanda and her eating manners. she flips Natasha off in response. you grab her face when she’s done drinking the stock from the ramen. “Let me clean you up, you really do eat everything messy huh?” the words come out before you could stop and rephrase the sentence. Natasha raises an eyebrow and Wanda just bites her lip. sometimes it amazes you just how little effort it takes for you to turn her on.

“N-not like that! you two need to get your minds out of the gutter.” you feel the warmth grow to your face from the nervousness. “We didn’t say anything, that was all you and your horniness.” Natasha shrugs and goes back to eating her sushi. you turn to look at Wanda for backup she only shrugs her shoulder with Natasha. “Oh, don’t act like you’re so innocent y/n, these walls may be thick but there not that thick.” you gasp and launch a pillow at her. “You’re a perv.” you weren’t really upset with her about it because normally you shut down any advances Wanda tried on you while you knew Natasha was home. but that night there was no compromising with Wanda. Natasha shrugs her shoulders and takes a sip from her drink.

“It’s not like I can just close my ears from the lewd noises.” That night of the party. even after everyone left you two were still going. Natasha spent all night with her fingers pumping deep within herself. you and Wanda went all night and so did she. partly because who the hell could get a good night’s rest with the outbursts coming from Wanda’s room and the main reason was that it was a turn on hearing your reaction. the dirty talk, the slapping of skin and the moans. you take a glance at Wanda as she leans her head on your shoulder. “And what’s your take on all of this?” she wraps her hands around your waist and turns towards Natasha.

“Hope you enjoyed the show.” she turns back to eat more food but realizes she ate all her ramen, so she takes some of your sushi and stuffs her mouth. “Oh, I did, I enjoyed it a lot...Mommy.” Wanda chokes on the spicy tuna roll hearing that word and the mocking tone in Natasha’s voice. you gently pat Wanda’s back to stop the coughing and hand her a bottle of water to sooth her throat. you make sure to send Natasha a warning glare in return for continuing to tease her oddly enough you weren’t even embarrassed by the fact that Natasha heard you calling Wanda mommy or that Wanda referred herself as that while you two where in the bedroom.

“Okay, looks like my work here is done, I’m gonna go take a shower and wash the sick that Wanda has floating around in here now.” she gets up and gathering up her trash to throw it away and leaves the living room to take her shower. a cold one for sure. when Natasha leaves you and Wanda settle back into the couch cuddled up. she turns on a movie during the movie and her commenting on the plot she stops to look at you. you were on your phone and no doubt getting frustrated about something. “What’s wrong dekta?” you move your eyes away from the screen briefly before moving them back. “It’s Daisy, she’s been acting weird.” Wanda clears her throat and sits up, pulling away from you. “Acting weird how?”

“I saw her today in the cafe and she just completely ignored me.”

“Maybe she didn’t see you, or maybe she’s just really busy.”

“Wanda I was standing right in front of her, and she actively tuned me out. then proceeded to leave after I sat down. like I should be the one that’s fed up. she’s the reason my damn laptop got fried and she didn’t even try to make up for it.” wanda rubs her hand on your back. “Hey, hey, breathe y/n, just forget about Daisy. obviously, she doesn’t care about you enough to not let what we have affect your friendship.”

“It’s just not like her, even now when I tried to text her or send her a message, she has me blocked. on everything Wanda. like I’m the bad guy.”

“You know what I think?” you hum as Wanda takes the phone from you and sits it on the coffee table. “I think Daisy is jealous. jealous that you’re with me and she’s using the excuse of what happened in the cafe as a way to make you feel guilty. just forget her. she doesn’t deserve your time. she isn’t a real friend.” on the outside Wanda was just being a concerned and loving girlfriend but, on the inside, she was jumping with excitement that daisy did as she was told and stayed away from you like Wanda ordered her to. Daisy wasn’t that heartless to stop talking to you just because you chose to pursue a relationship with Wanda over her. would she be disappointed? yes, but she would’ve still been your friend. Here you were basically heartbroken over Daisy ending your friendship. Here you were thinking that she was just being an asshole who couldn’t take rejection when in reality she only avoided you for her safety. She only avoided you because of Wanda.

“That doesn’t sound like her, something else must be going on with her, I know her Wanda and this isn’t her.” Wanda was quick to come up with a response hoping this would get you to drop the daisy situation and finish the night off with more cuddles and movies. “Sometimes you think you really know a person and they turn out to be a total stranger, maybe this is one of those times and sometimes people just change.” she shrugs her shoulders and gently caresses the wrinkle between your eyes.

“Baby?” she taps her thumb against your cheek to regain your full attention again seeing you still lost in thought.

“Hm?”

“You still never told me your favorite color.” that was random, but she really wanted to know, she still hasn’t fulfilled her fantasy yet because of it. “You won’t let that one go, will you?” she shakes her head. “No, now what’s your favorite color?”

“I don’t have one.” you reply back nonchalantly and hold back the smirk that was fighting against you. “I don’t believe you.” she narrows her eyes at you. “I’m serious, I like all the colors.” she hums “That’s really gay princess.”

“Shut up.” you boop the tip of her nose. Wanda rolls her eyes and huffs. “You made me wait this long just to tell me you didn’t have a favorite color?” you shrug your shoulders not offering her much more other than an adorable giggle she always wants to hear.

“Ask me a question.” you think on it for a minute trying to come up with something good. before you asked this question you needed to know that she would answer it. “You promise to answer it?” she sits up now curious to know what you’re going to ask her. she agrees anyway. “I promise.” you pull her back down on top of you turning your neck to look down at her as you ask the question.

“What’s your middle name?” she flops her head in the crook of your neck and groans. “Noo anything but that, I get enough of Nat pestering me about it.” Wanda refused to even tell her best friend about it and swore Pietro to secrecy. Natasha found out about it anyway beating it out of Pietro, but she still gloated to Wanda about knowing her middle name. maybe now if you get her to crack, she can say she knew before you just to tease you and Wanda.

“You said you would answer my question, you made a promise. what’s so bad about your middle name?”

“I don’t like it.” she shrugs her shoulders. “Okay, you don’t have to tell me then I’ll think of somethin-” she mumbles the word so low you couldn’t even hear her even with her on top of you. “What was that?” she takes a deep breath and says the word again louder and clearer. “My middle name is Django.” she curls in on herself but you’re quick to reassure her with a kiss to the cheek that turn her red instantly. “What was that for?” she asks while touching the cheek your lips just graced her. “I like it.”

“Really?”

“Mmhm, its different, unique, and it’s sexy.” you whisper the last word by the shell of her earlobe gently biting down on it and giving it a slight tug. “Just like you.” the moan and hitched breath you receive in return had you smiling from ear to ear. “Down girl.” she pouts at you teasing and denying her. “You can’t say things like that and not expect me to pounce on you.” she pouts and rolls her eyes in an annoyed manner. you only laugh at her reaction. “And you think it’s funny to tease me? Just wait until I feel better.” you tap her butt and pull her closer. “Oh? and what are you going to do to me when you get better?” she groans as she watches you tease her once more with your expression this time. “Stopp, you know what you’re doing.” you kiss her cheek, and her pout is gone instantly. “Well, I guess I should watch out for when you do get better huh?”

“All I’ll say is there will be zip ties involved.” that gets the smug teasing smile to be wiped off of your face. “What?” she only smiles in victory and lays her head back on your chest. when you keep asking her for more elaboration, she turns your face back to the television screen.

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Somewhere during the movie marothon Natasha returns from her room, you wanted to ask her if she was alright since she’s been gone for a long time. but seeing as how she looked calm, relaxed and refreshed you brush it off. she even sat closer to you Wanda this time and shared snacks with you guys. engaging in conversation about the plot and the characters. this was new you haven’t had that much time to spend with Natasha even though she lived here. Wanda was always dragging you into her room or the two of you were rushing out of the door going on spontaneous, adventurous dates and just spending time together.

you sit up with Wanda still on your chest, ignoring her disapproving noises of you shifting and moving to check your phone for the time. “Babe, I have to get going before it gets too dark.” as expected she groans and whines after hearing that you were leaving her. you shift to lift Wanda on the other seat of the couch she grabs your arm before you can move away from her. “Stay.” you add multiple kisses to her forehead to ease the denial she was about to receive. “I can’t tonight baby, Nat will look after you and make sure you’re comfortable, okay?”

“She’s gonna leave me for dead please, don’t go I’ll starve, I’ll die from lack of affection.” you tap Wanda’s arm. “That’s not anyway to talk about your best friend and the person whose gonna look after you while your sick baby.” contrary to what anybody says you think Natasha is actually soft underneath her hard exterior. she huffs and mumbles a “fine” under her breathe. you turn you attention to Natasha after hearing Wanda’s approval. “Okay, she takes the medicine every four hours, check on her temperature every so often just to make sure her fever doesn’t go back to how it was before, and I’ll check in later to make sure she’s still alive.” you give Natasha a pointed look near the end of your sentence knowing she would totally let Wanda suffer a little bit just from the bickering they did earlier today.

“Relax, I’ll take care of sickie here.” she holds Wanda tighter on the couch, crazy how she was such a paranoid germ police earlier and now she’s comfortable enough to not only sit next to Wanda but hold her in a cuddle. you remove the clothes you borrowed from Wanda and put your fresh clothes back on after retrieving them from the dryer. you walk back to the living room to give Wanda a final goodbye. “I’ll check in on you later alright? and please take your medicine it’s to help you get better.” you needed to remind her knowing once you left Watasha would have a tough time trying to get Wanda to take the medicine. “Fine.” you lean down to hug Wanda she doesn’t think it’s enough to satisfy her, so she pulls you closer to her. you flop down on top of her and Natasha.

“Kisses to feel better?” you tilt your head at her trying to con you out of giving her kisses. you oblige giving her quick pecks to her cheek. Natasha clears her throat from underneath Wanda. “Do I get kisses as well? or do I have to have a cold?” Wanda scuffs. “Fuck off, you already got her to cuddle you today when they were meant for me. Get your own girlfriend.” Natasha rolls her eyes at Wanda; Natasha came up with a great plan to help her bestie down the medicine. she was looking after her wellbeing after all.

“I’m just saying it once again if I get sick, Y/n is gonna play nurse for me.” she shrugs her shoulders not caring about the dirty look Wanda was giving her. Wanda has had enough of the teasing today especially since she was horny beyond belief, and you wouldn’t touch her or let her get off with you being here. she’s gonna have to wait now. Wanda didn’t masturbate as much as she used to unless you were really busy with schoolwork. you two would settle for phone sex or just doing things on facetime.

Wanda swats Natasha with the couch pillow with force behind every hit. you have to step in to snatch the pillow from her. “Stop, baby. Let Natasha help and try not to kill each other please!” you give her one last kiss before giving Natasha a warning glare about teasing Wanda so much. Natasha shows her hands in surrender and agrees to ease up on the teasing. you say your farewell s and make your way to your dorm room. Natasha was still going to tease Wanda and now more than before since you were gone.

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As promised you facetime Natasha to check in and instantly see chaos erupting. with Natasha out of breath chasing Wanda around the apartment. “Wanda, I swear to god! if you don’t sit down and take this medicine.” you cover your mouth to stifle the laugh. “Y/n, she’s not listening permission to just knock her out?” you hear Wanda’s voice hitch she didn’t know Natasha called you she kept threatening to do it but never fell through. she tries to snatch the phone from Natasha but fails. “Princess, come back please! she’s so fucking mean and rude.” she bumps into Natasha so she can see your face on the screen.

“Baby.” you finally speak after holding your laughter in. she hums in response and nibbles on her lips. “Yes?” she looked better than she did earlier today, but you can tell she’s still not one hundred percent. “Stop giving Natasha a hard time and take the medicine.” she cringes just from the thought of it. she parts her lips to answer you, but she gets distracted from actually taking a good look at you and the screen. “What are you wearing dekta?” you pinch your brows before looking down at yourself, you had on a camisole, but it was enough for her to get turned on from it, you lift the phone at a higher angle cutting off Wanda’s view of your hardened nipples through the thin material. “Don’t try to change the subject take the damn medicine.”

“Show me your nipple and I’ll take it.” her sweet, adorable smile turned into a mischievous one within a second. Natasha just stands by in amusement, she most definitely wouldn’t complain if you flashed your nipple over the phone. you scuff at her trying to bargain with you in this way, and you weren’t going to entertain it. “Bye Wanda, take the medicine.” you hang the phone up. ten minutes later your phone lights up with Wanda’s name. you smile to yourself knowing she took the medicine. you end up on facetime until she gets sleepy and tired. you watch her sleep after the many times you’ve called her a creep for doing the same thing to you. your girlfriend might be a wild card and unpredictable, but you loved that about her.

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Walking from the lecture hall you switch modes when you feel hands roam your body, knowing your girlfriend was sick in bed this gave you the incentive to put all your strength in the slap you gave to the perverted person. you double back when you hear the voice yell out in pain. “Ouch what the fuck!”

“Wanda? why would you do that I thought you were some random person.” you swat at her in frustration. she huffs in pain as she holds her face. “Yeah, obviously.” you pull her hands away from her face to inspect the damage. her face was red, but you don’t know if it’s from the cold fall weather or the slap. you’ll go for the latter.

“Don’t get mad at me, aren’t you supposed to be at home? in bed? resting?” you poke her with your finger with each word that comes out of your mouth. she moves her eyes towards the sky and feigns innocence. “No.” you lean your head to the right in a ‘really’ position. “What? I feel better, see? don’t I look sexy again?” she motions to her body with her hands.

“You always look sexy.” her playful manner falters. “Liar, I looked horrible the other day.” you pin her against the wall planting kisses on her face as she giggles. “Take it back, right now.” Wanda being Wanda she was stubborn and was not going to fold easily. you tickle her armpit and hold her down as she squirms more. “Ah! ok ok I take it back; I take it back!” you stop your tickle attack and smile at her with confidence.

“Cheater.” she glares at you for using her weakness against her in public. you fix the beanie on her head, properly pulling it down over her ears, she was still recovering from that cold. “Don’t pout, c’mon let me buy you a milkshake.” you bite you lip and swing Wanda’s hand back and forth waiting for her to accept your mini date request. Wanda never let you pay for things on the dates you two have been on the last month, she’s not opposed to you buying anything for her, but she loves giving you things it’s a love language of hers.

“What if I buy you a milkshake?” you pretend to think on it knowing you weren’t going to let her win this time you don’t even answer her, you pick her up and place her over your shoulder. “Nope! I’m buying my demon baby a milkshake. and that’s final.”

“Princess put me down!” she yelps out in surprise and clings to your jacket hoping you wouldn’t drop her. she was still a little weak from getting sick.

“Okay, we’re definitely signing you up for WWE why the hell are you so strong?” you laugh placing her back on her own two feet and slap her butt. “Shut up, so since you’re feeling better you wanna go to the drive-in with us tonight? me, Yelena and Kate?” she shakes her head declining your offer. “No, we can go to the drive-in, we’re not sharing a car with them I want you all to myself.” part of it was true but it was also the fact that Kate and Wanda still had unsettled tension.

“You’re so difficult you know that? you could’ve just said yes.”

“Where’s the fun in that? Now come on I believe you owe me a milkshake my love.” she eagerly pulls your arm as she leads you to her car.

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Everyone decided to meet up at the drive-in. you were apprehensive only because of the movie hey were showing tonight. you hated horror films most of the time you could tolerate certain things, like jump scars. seeing gory dead people, demons and creatures frightened you. you sit in the passenger seat hands linked with Wanda’s. your anxiety was through the roof with anticipation. you know it’s coming and yet when the demon pops up on the screen you still jump and clench onto Wanda tighter. she notices but doesn’t say anything loving the feeling of you being needy for her touch or comfort to sooth you, she vows to hold you in her arms the rest of the movie when you get scared again but you beat her to the punch when you get so scared you leap on to her lap honking the horn in the process. all eyes were on you and Wanda in her car for a moment before everyone went back to watching the screen or doing other things.

“Hey, you okay princess?” she chuckles and holds your head as you burry your face in her shirt. “It’s not funny asshole.” you snap back at her, not in an offensive way just an irritated and embarrassed way. “Sorry, do you want to leave?” she looks to you with concern now, if this movie was truly too much for you, she would start this car immediately and take you wherever you wanted to go, there was no limit when it came to you. “No, I’m not a punk I can finish the movie and how are you not getting scared from this shit? seriously feel my heartbeat.” she laughs at your mini rant.

“I don’t get scared easily dorogoy.” she places her hand over your heart and slowly pulls you forward into a slow and tender kiss. the soft feeling of her lips, the way your tongues meshed together, and just the familiar feeling you’ve gotten used to makes your senses overload. you find yourselves into a heated make out session, still slow but with much more intensity. Wanda could only hold off so long with her hand still resting over your heartbeat, her hand drifts down to squeeze your breast. the shocking touch sent warm vibrations throughout your body and once again made you hit the steering wheel honking the horn. “Shit! my bad.” you turn towards the window and apologize to the other cars in the close proximity.

“you’re so jumpy tonight why don’t you go take a walk and get us some snacks?” she kisses your neck as she waits for an answer. “Are you trying to get rid of me?” you probably needed some fresh air hopefully that would help you to finish the movie all the way through. “No, never. This will give you an excuse to leave and not have to watch the next few scenes. I can just tell you what happened.” you had a bet with Yelena that you could stay the whole night and tell her what happened in the movie. “Okay, what kind of snacks do you want?” she hums in thought for a few seconds. “Something salty, I have something sweet already.” she nips at you lip and quickly soothes over the stinging sensation.

“Smooth, real smooth if I didn’t know any better, I would think you were trying to get in my pants.” your knowing tilt your head at her. “Aren’t I always?” she kisses you again and hands you a stack of cash to buy whatever you wanted at the snack bar.

“I’m gonna make a quick restroom break and then I’ll be right back with snacks.” you lean over her to open the car door receive a smack to your butt on the way out and Wanda telling you not to take too long. you left the car just in time when Wanda actually jumped from a gruesome scene playing out on the giant screen. Wanda was just that lucky knowing you would tease her and never let her live it down when she’s always giving you the ‘I don’t get scared of anything.’ vibes. everything always worked in her favor.

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Taking a quick look at the snack line it was a little bit of a wait, so you head to the restroom. coming out of the stall and washing your hands you feel a figure standing next to you. slowly peeking up beside you, you quickly turn back to the sink putting more haste and quickness in your movements.

“Hello, y/n.” Jean leans against the sink waiting on you to respond. “Oh, you remembered my name this time?”

“Yeah, I guess I did.” you grab some paper towels to dry your hands off and Jean still lingers by the sink watching you intensely. you exhale deeply and turn around to face Jean. “Did you need something?” she hums in satisfaction. “Actually, yes! glad you asked. I’m just wondering when you’re going to see Wanda’s true colors?” she tilts her head curiously as her eyes roam over you.

“Look I know she’s a little mean and pushy but she’s not a horrible person. So what else you got?” you lean against the sink waiting to see what kind of excuse and reason she would come up with.

“I’m telling you that you really don’t know her, and what she’s capable of. Can you really truly be with her when you find out how she really is? I know I can, one hundred percent, I don’t care how she is to other people but you, you have morals and expectations for her. I love her unconditionally; can you say the same?” you were getting upset with her talking about Wanda in this manner like she was around long enough to even have a conversation with Wanda. Hell, she didn’t even have the privilege of pillow talk with Wanda. Now she was talking about love?? she loved wanda? this was beyond her just upset about being dropped from Wanda’s beck and call. this was obsession, she was obsessed with Wanda and now you by association.

“Love? What do you know about love? You don’t even know her outside of her using you for a quick fuck. Are you really that far gone in the head that you can’t understand that Wanda wants no part of you? she’s not interested in you. you were nothing but a quick nut for her. move on. you’re way too smart to be acting like this Jean.”

“I never thought you’d have such a filthy mouth. if you thought I was just a quick fuck you’re out of your mind.” you chuckle and fold your arms against your chest. “Well, I guess I’m out of my fucking mind because who has Wanda waiting for them outside right now? it’s definitely not you, the quick fuck.” you step closer to her with confidence and determination written in your eyes Jean mirrors you every step, backing away from you.

“Who practically lives at Wanda’s apartment? has she bought you anything? helped you study? and who’s going to meet her parents when we go on break? Me! her girlfriend. you send her a tight-lipped smile in return. “Jean we’ve been together for a month now, she’s not going anywhere I literally have her wrapped around my finger.”

“How long until she gets bored of you? that’s her game. she stops at nothing to get what she wants, and when she no longer wants it anymore, she drops you.” part of you felt bad for Jean. no one should feel this way. Wanda never lied to her about what they were right? everyone knew she wasn’t the relationship type even you, but you understood because much like everyone else on campus you still wanted her attention, and you had it for a split second before she forgot about you and gave all the attention you thought was meant for you to Jean.

“Like I said, you don’t know her. whatever, Wanda you had, is not the same one that’s sitting out there waiting for me.” you point at the door starting to get annoyed with this conversation, you just wanted to watch the movie with your girlfriend in her car and possibly fuck in the front seat later, this was not on your schedule plan. Jean parts her lips for another come back and you no longer want to hear what she’s saying so you head for the restroom door.

“You don’t know her either.” you stop in front of the door hand on the door handle. Jean has her hand placed against the door keeping your from leaving and bringing her cellphone into your line of sight. seeing them and hearing the voice of your girlfriend and your best friend arguing over whether or not to tell you the truth. your friend Kate Bishop sold you out for drugs. Was her need for them really that strong that she would throw away your friendship for it? She obviously proved to you that it was, because if it wasn’t, if she was a true friend to you, she wouldn’t have done this. And Wanda was just as sick for toying with Kate’s emotions. You feel sick, sick to your stomach at feeling like nothing but an object and the price? Your value was the equivalent of a few bags of weed and Xanax pills. You feel stupid, after the nights you two shared you thought maybe you misunderstood Wanda as a person. she went through a lot but that didn’t excuse this. She’s exactly who you thought she was. You were played, not only by Wanda but by someone you considered family. Jean takes pride in seeing you distraught and sad. “Like I said, you don’t know her.” she leaves it at that and exits the restroom all together. you take a moment to calm yourself and process everything that happened. you storm out of the bathroom and make your way back to the car.

Wanda sees you returning to the car empty handed and with a not so energetic look on your face. when you open the car door and sit in the passenger seat facing Wanda, she questions you. “Y/n? What’s wrong? What happened to the snacks?” Just the sound of her voice fills your body with rage stark contrast to how it made you feel moments before everything was revealed. Wanda doesn’t know what’s going on. “Did I do something?” You want to see if she had any kind of sympathetic emotions about what’s she done. If she’ll come clean without going too much into detail. “I don’t know did you?” you shift in your seat and turn your body all the way to fully face her. She just stares at you giving you a questioning look about what was going on with you. “Right, that’s expecting too much from you.” you scuff and grab your bag from the dashboard.

“What are you talk-“she grasps your hand before you can fully exit the car. she couldn’t even finish asking you what the hell was going on before you snatched your hand from her grip.

“I just had an interesting conversation with Jean.”

“Jean? Why the hell are you talking to her? Is she stalking you or something?” honestly Wanda was sick and tired of her always being in the middle of your relationship, Wanda didn’t have many regrets, but Jean was one of them. she wished she left her alone, she wished she’d stuck to the one and done rule, and most of all she wishes she ended up with you that night at the party.

“I’m going to ask you this once. Do you have something to tell me?”

“Other than I love what you have on and can’t wait to take it off?” she tries to make light of the situation, trying to bring back the energy that was once in this car before you left to get snacks. this was not the time to be playful this was serious, and she couldn’t see it when its practically written all over your face!

“Fuck you.” you exit the car and slam her car door.

“What the fuck?” Wanda scrambles to open the door and catch up with you, she didn’t know what hell was going on with you. you were just fine moments ago. she pulls you back by your arm and turns you around to face her.

“Tell me what’s upsetting you dorogoy. what kind of lie did that jealous, obsessed, bitch say to you? Let me know so that I can reassure you.” her anxiety level was higher than it’s ever been in this moment right now. she starts to calm down more as you allow her to get closer to you this time. “She’s not the one lying and playing mind games this time Wanda, it’s you.” The frustrated teary-eyed look you give her is enough for her to put the pieces together about what you’re talking about. She didn’t think this would happen. She was too caught up with just being with you that actually telling you the truth was put in the back of her mind the further you two got closer.

“I know. I know about everything. About your arrangement with Kate.” Wanda was going to ruin Jean’s life. How did she even find out about the arrangement she and Kate had? Wanda was going to need a miracle to get out of this one without facing the consequences of her actions. all the warmth and heat Wanda had throughout her body was now drained just from hearing you say those words. Her first reaction was to come clean about everything, but Wanda was still trying to justify herself and save face. “What arrangement? I don’t know what she’s talking about, she’s lying baby.” You couldn’t believe her; she was still lying to you.

“You’re going to lie to my fucking face even more? I saw and I heard with my own eyes Wanda! That night at the apartment Kate was going tell me everything and you lied telling her you would be the one to tell me the truth.”

“Baby I’m telling yo-” you gave her no room to shoot more lies from her lips. Wanda flinches from the snappy and harsh tone you give her. “Don’t insult my fucking intelligence, Wanda.”

“Can you please just-“ you slapped her, were you regretful about it? no, not at all. in this moment you felt like she deserved it. you feel stupid. embarrassed, and weak. Wanda clutches her face with her jaw dropped and her anxiety raising with each passing second you stare into her. “I saw and heard everything; Jean recorded the conversation you had with Kate.” Jean was right you really didn’t know Wanda. one month down the drain.

spotting the commotion from her car Yelena was quick to run over to you and be the backup you needed if thing escalated any further. Kate follows behind her no matter how much she wants to hide in the trunk or the back seat of a car, she knew this would come to the light sooner or later just not a whole month going by. every time she thought about just telling you she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Stepping in front of you Yelena shields you from Wanda’s grasp. “Is there a problem Y/n/n?” Yelena doesn’t take her eyes off of Wanda as she asks the question.

“Yes, we’re fine now can you let us finish our conversation?” Wanda steps forward to resume the talk between you two but Yelena blocks Wanda’s attempt again. “Y/n why don’t you go wait by my car.” you nod and walk away not sparring Wanda another glance. you walk past Kate not even giving her the time of day, you couldn’t even look at her right now. what Wanda did was fucked up but at the end of the day she didn’t really owe you any loyalty, not like Kate did. that was your best friend, your family, you thought she’d have your back through any and everything and yet she practically gave you away to get high.

Each step Wanda took Yelena mirrored it with ease she was very protective of you she was gracious enough to give Wanda a warning and she still managed to fuck it up. “Yelena, move out the way you don’t even know what’s going on.” Wanda needed to catch up with you so that you could hear her out. yes, she used Kate’s weakness against her but it for a greater cause not to mention it was harmless it was just a little detail about your class schedule and getting you to the right place at the right time. how couldn’t you see that she didn’t do this out a malicious intent at least not with Kate. Wanda was never going to actually do all of those things to Kate she was just so gullible to believe it. was it a dick move? yes but it was just a bunch of empty threats. Now Daisy was a different story she was actually competition that needed to be eliminated, Wanda wanted you so bad she didn’t care about how she ended up with you. Now she wishes she took a different approach.

“I know my best friend just walked away angry and crying so quite frankly that’s all I need to know about the situation. I told you what would happen if you hurt her.” Yelena floors Wanda to the concrete ground with a swift leg sweep. She basically punches first and asks questions later, if she even cared enough to ask, but this was you, so she’d definitely be snuggled up to you later asking for details on what happened.

“What the fuck?” Wanda yells out from the pain. A crowd of people forming around them as they both go blow for blow on the ground a few feet away from you. “What did you do? I’m not going to ask you again Wanda.” Wanda put up a good fight, but Yelena was far too trained to be taken down by Wanda. “Are you insane? you don’t even know what happened you psycho!” Wanda throws a punch of her own that connected to Yelena’s face.

You’re too enraged yourself to actually take sight of what’s happening around you at the moment on focused on the anger, hurt, and a sadden Kate in front of you. “Y/n, can you slow down please and talk to me, please.” she grabs your hand hoping it would stop your fast paced walking. you quickly turn around to face her snatching your hand away from her in the process. “Now you want to talk? you had a month! you had a month to tell me what the hell was going on. you had a month and just the fact that you would even do that to me! a few bags of weed and xanax....was that all our friendship was worth? was that all I was worth to you?” your voice raised in volume alerting everyone else in the parking lot.

“Y/n/n” just the sadness in her eyes made you angry what the fuck was she sad about? She wasn’t the one being pimped out for drugs you were! Before she could muster up any excuse the loud contact from the slap to her face stops whatever bullshit lie was going to fall from her lips. she gets the courage to attempt her apology again which only furthers your anger before you know it you and Kate find yourselves in a struggle of power. bumping into parked cars until finally you both ended up on the ground. Wanda and Yelena are rolling around on the ground. The same time you and Kate roll around on the ground. Natasha and Pietro finally push through the sea of people, and they don’t know which fight to break up first. Natasha goes to pull Yelena off of Wanda and Pietro pulls you off of Kate.

When Yelena finally pulls her enraged eyes away from Wanda, she looks to find Kate scuffed and bloody. “Bishop, what did you do? Why did y/n-” Kate only shakes her head. unable to say the words especially in front of a crowd of people. the only thing Yelena can come up with is that Wanda cheated on you with Kate, because of her reputation but also because she’s never seen you lay a hand on Kate, not in this way, not to physically hurt her. Yelena would find out about everything later if you wished to talk about things tonight, if not she wouldn’t push you. after having a multiple person staring contest, she takes the initiative to check in on you.

“You want me to take you back home?” you nod before grabbing your bag off of the ground. Yelena waits for you to start moving but you don’t. Kate speaks up for the first time since she tried to explain herself. “You were my ride; can you drop me off?” Yelena looked at you for a brief moment trying to see if you would silently give her an indication on you repatching things up Kate. Yelena didn’t know about anything that went down but she can tell that you just want to go home.

“Natasha, can you give Kate a ride back home please?” she looks past her best friend and towards her sister, when she receives a head nod in response, she focuses back on you and getting you back to the comfort of your room. Wanda tries to free herself from the hold Pietro and Natasha has on her on the ground. it wasn’t until she saw you taking steps away from her that she started to go back into panic mode.

“Y/n?” Pietro holds her down with more strength. “No sestra, that’s enough for one night we need to get some ice on your face.” she’s not listening still trying to be set free, it isn’t until Natasha speaks that she finally relaxes.

“Give her some time to cool off Wands, she doesn’t look like she’s in the mood to talk things out tonight.” her eyes water but she nods and agrees to stay in her spot and wait for Pietro to come back with some ice. Natasha really wants to know what the hell went on for this to happen. she’s never seen you so upset, and Yelena was furious without even knowing what went down, Wanda can only imagine how she’ll react when she gets all the details. security comes over to tell everyone to leave the premises before they call the cops to arrest everyone involved. that’s when the crowd disperses with ease going back to their cars as if nothing happened.

Wanda spits blood from her mouth, stands on her feet and sends you an apologetic look just before you fully turned your back on her. an apologetic look you weren’t interested in seeing. maybe you were being too sensitive about what happened. maybe it showed how badly she wanted to be with you but on the other hand if she was willing to do this just to get the time of day what else was she capable of doing? how far would she go? what else has she done behind your back? Wanda didn’t lie when she said she didn’t scare easily. Key word being ‘easily’. everyone is scared of something, but in this moment, Wanda wasn’t scared. For the first time in her life Wanda could truly say she was terrified. She was terrified of losing you.

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Moonlight Ch. 11 | Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader

a/n: hi all <3 first of all, just wanted to say, tysm for 500 followers, i hit the mark this week and im so touched and thankful for everyone that has been enjoying my writing and sharing it. also special shout out to all the people i have connected with and have helped me along the way. might make a sappy post some time soon but for now here's my thank you. my little present is an extra long chapter (almost 9k!).

this chapter was a rollercoaster to write- a love and hate relationship you could say. i think a lot of you are going to feel the same way, i hope you enjoy though <3.

Chapter Summary: You and Bastien finally spend more time together, him visiting for the Monaco GP. Monaco had one rule though that you couldn't break: an after race party is a must.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, cheating, hurt/comfort, and smut (18+, please stay away if not), also hastily proof read so sorry for any mistakes.

once again, tysm for 500!

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link to chapter 10 of moonlight here

Chapter 11 (8.9k words)

By the time you all landed in Monaco, the team morale is high. Both drivers had managed to land in the points in Spain, earning a decent jump for McLaren as they continued to fight through the midfield. You had all celebrated after the race, and you had even went out for a short dinner with Carlos’ family again, this time joined by Lando.

Monaco though was another exciting place to be in, and although you were excited to help the team race in one of the most iconic tracks of the whole calendar, you were also excited for another reason. Your boyfriend was coming to visit.

Even on the early morning on Friday you couldn’t help but to wake up earlier than usual, going to the breakfast buffet at a time where you were usually still dragging yourself out of bed. It’s when you finally take a seat to eat your food that you spot Carlos and Lando coming in, both of them looking surprised that you were already there.

“Early day?” Lando teases once he comes up to you with his already made up plate. He easily slides into the seat next to you, unable to hold back the yawn he had.

“Mhm, long day today.” You comment as you see Carlos come by as well, sitting next to Lando and putting his plate down too. He looks more tired than usual but you choose not to ask, simply shifting your attention back to your phone, smiling small as you texted.

You smiling early in the morning was an unusual sight for them to witness. Everyone by now knew that you were in fact not a morning person. More often than not, you found yourself sleeping in, choosing to ignore the grumble in your stomach, in hopes to get a bit of more time curled up in bed.

“I don’t think I have ever seen you be this happy so early in the morning, it’s weird.” Lando says, reaching to poke your face and you look at him with deadly eyes.

“Don’t you dare.” You say getting Lando to put his hand away. Carlos can’t help but snort, listening into your conversation.

“Now you’re being extra quiet this early in the morning. Did I miss something?” Lando asks, looking over Carlos and Carlos just shrugs.

“Couldn’t sleep last night, I don’t know why.” Carlos grumbles a bit and Lando can’t help but ruffle Carlos’ hair to which Carlos scowls at, instantly swatting his hand away.

“Is this what you have to deal with every morning with us?” Carlos groans and you can’t help but laugh, nodding. Lando pouts at that, calling both of you rude but you’re rolling your eyes, going back to the food. There’s a bit of silence and you’re thinking whether to ask Carlos or not, but to your surprise he brings it up first.

“Uhm- I got a paddock pass for France. Monaco was already impossible, but you told me that could also work?” Carlos mumbles and you look over him a bit surprised. You nod though, instantly putting your cutlery down.

“No- France is amazing. You really got them?” You ask and you can’t help but smile when Carlos nods. You get up to give Carlos a quick hug from behind, leaning down as you wrap your arms around his neck. You feel one of Carlos’ hands gently rub over yours and you smile small.

“Thank you so much, you’re the best.” You murmur before slowly pulling away, only to find Lando looking at you both closely.

“Your family is coming?” Lando asks and you let out a small laugh.

“Them? No never. They don’t like these things and they’re far too busy.” You say with a shrug, not wanting to get too much into detail. “But Bastien is coming over for the weekend here. He’s more from the Souther region in France but he was open to coming for Monaco and for the French GP.” You say with a smile.

“Now that I’m standing though, I’m gonna go grab something really quick. Do you guys want anything?” You ask and when both drivers shake your head you head out to see more of the food. Lando gives you a small moment to get further away before he speaks up.

“Paddock passes for Bastien?” Lando asks and Carlos looks up at him, letting out a soft sigh. He knew why Lando was asking, but it was far too early to entertain the conversation so he decides to play it clueless.

“What?” Carlos asks and Lando scrunches his brows as he looks at Carlos.

“Why would you do that? I thought you hated him- and well, that he hated you.” Lando says and Carlos shrugs, looking back down at his plate. He tries his best to entertain himself by pushing a piece of sausage around but Lando isn’t leaving the topic alone.

“She asked and I could help her out. So why wouldn’t I?” Carlos murmurs and Lando can’t help but roll his eyes.

“She’s not even interested in you like that.” Lando says and Carlos almost snorts at that, stabbing a piece of his food. “Unless she is?” Lando asks.

“It’s a friendly thing to do.” Carlos settles with, giving Lando a shrug. He wants Lando to drop the topic, doesn’t want the younger driver to ask too many questions. It’s not like he didn’t trust Lando, but he also didn’t want to put any of you in a compromising situation.

“Are you both okay?” You’re back with your food, your question snapping both drivers out of their own little conversation. Lando simply nods, shifting to give you space to settle down again.

“We were thinking of inviting you and Bastien to the party.” Lando says and there’s a sharp pain he feels shoot up his leg where Carlos decides to kick him but Lando stays put, smiling as he waited for your answer.

“A party?” You ask and Lando nods, explaining how the drivers usually went to a club after the race in Monaco. It sounds fun but you’re a bit hesitant to agree, seeing Carlos look uncomfortable at the thought of you and Bastien going.

“I mean, it would be nice yeah? We spend so much time with you but you never go out with us anymore- and it would be nice to meet your boyfriend a bit better.” Lando says and you let out a soft sigh.

“Lando, I’m not sure if that’s the best idea.” You murmur to him, eyes going from Lando to Carlos who wasn’t even facing or engaging into the conversation.

“Please,” Lando murmurs. “The club has quite some space, worst thing you could do is break off and spend your own time together.” Lando says. Carlos doesn’t want Bastien there, but he lets out a soft sigh, finally looking over.

“You should join, it will be fun.” he smiles small.

“Are you sure?” You ask, looking over the two drivers, letting out a sigh and giving them a nod when they both say yes.

Carlos regrets telling Lando to invite both Bastien and you the moment he sees Bastien in the hotel. It’s late already, the team having wrapped up the evening in the garage after free practice. You had left early, Tom having told him that you had gone to pick up Bastien from the train station.

For a second, Carlos really considers turning around and leaving the hotel, or maybe even just waiting outside. He doesn’t know what to do, hopes to maybe stall enough until the two of you go up to your hotel room but he doesn’t even get the chance to leave the lobby. It’s when he goes to turn though that he spots Lando, the glint in his eyes lets him know he doesn’t have a chance to escape this one.

“Y/n,” He calls out, waving over at you both as he pulls Carlos’ arm with him to walk towards you both. He doesn't really have a choice as he turns towards you both again.

This time though your gaze meets his before you’re looking over Lando too. Carlos doesn’t miss the way Bastien’s hand goes to yours, soon intertwining your fingers together as you both meet the drivers halfway.

He didn’t see it at first but the moment you both come close enough he can feel the tension coming off from both of you. You’re nervous and Bastien looks disinterested. Despite you both holding hands, Carlos thinks he’s never seen a couple look so far apart.

If Lando notices he doesn’t seem to show it. “How are you mate? Haven’t seen you in a long time.” Lando says to which Bastien smiles too.

“I’m good, I’m good. Just been doing work. So same thing as you guys but just a boring version of it.” He chuckles to which you smile small too. Despite Bastien talking Carlos’ eyes are trained to you. You look uncomfortable next to him, the sight of it making Carlos’ skin crawl a bit.

“Hey, hey. How was the rest of the debrief?” You ask since you had to skip the second half of it. Lando shrugs, nothing special had happened, so he didn’t see the point in letting you know any of the extra details. There’s a bit of an awkward silence and to everyone’s surprise Bastien is the one to break it.

“Thank you for the pass for the French GP.” Bastien says to Carlos and the words sound fake. “I don’t think I’m going to take it though, we’ll see. I’m not sure if I can go just yet.” Bastien says to which you shift uncomfortably to.

“Ah- that’s a pity. Why not mate?” Carlos asks to which your boyfriend shrugs.

“About the party,” You murmur but Bastien is interrupting you.

“We’re going.” Bastien grins and you look over him, clearly confused. You both had fought over the car ride back to the hotel. About the paddock passes, and the party. You had been so excited to have Bastien join you but your boyfriend had taken it as an insult, the fact that you were taking things from your ex-boyfriend was disrespectful he had said.

“Don’t you have to fly the day after for a work thing?” You ask, giving his hand a squeeze but Bastien shrugs, squeezing your hand back and giving a peck to your lips.

“And? I’ll sleep off the hangover on the plane.” He chuckles. Carlos is watching you both, shifting a bit on his feet this time. He didn’t like the tension and he frankly wanted to leave the conversation. Lando also looked a bit uncomfortable, already having stepped a bit back.

“Perfect then. We’ll stop by the hotel so we can all leave together.” Carlos offers this time and you give him a look, waiting for him to say something else but he doesn’t.

“Sure,” You say but Bastien gives your hand another squeeze.

“Actually we’ll find our way. Can you just send y/n the address?” Bastien asks, this time facing Lando. Lando nods, soon grabbing his phone.

“Will do.” He says before Bastien’s nodding. He gives both the drivers a smile before pulling you to the elevators.

You don’t bring it up until you’re undressing to go shower, slowly folding your clothes up by your suitcase. “So, we’re going to party with them?” You ask quietly. Bastien and you barely having spoken since you had arrived to the room.

“I mean, why not? You seem to love spending time with your colleagues.” He says and there’s an edge to his voice that makes you let out a sigh.

“Bastien, his family was in Spain. I grew up with them. They’re practically my family.” You murmur, turning to him. You were tired, upset, but mainly disappointed. You had been excited for your boyfriend to arrive all week but the first thing you both had done was fight. He’s reaching for your hands and you pull away, not having much patience for him. The tension in the room was high and you didn’t even know how you would be able to sleep like this next to him. He seems even more annoyed now.

“Then I don’t see why we shouldn’t go to the party. Is it cause I’m here hm?” Bastien asks and you scoff.

“You know what? Yes. It is because you’re here.” You snap, already tired of having the same argument be brought up again and again. “I don’t know what you want from me Bastien. I really don’t.”

“Come on.” Bastien sighs out soon grabbing your hands. This time you reluctantly let him, standing between his legs as he sits on the edge of the bed. His hands are traveling from your waist to the curve of your back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” He apologizes and you know he doesn’t mean it, that he was just as always messing with your emotions. You should know better and ignore the way he’s kissing your neck, but you do the same thing you always do and let him pull you into the bed, both of you soon slipping out of your clothes.

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Carlos already regrets having offered the paddock pass, mainly because he realises he can’t even stand the small glimpses of you and Bastien around the hotel. It’s not like he sees much of the both of you, but what he does see is enough to make him feel tired of it. He can’t even imagine how it would be like having to see you two at the track.

The thing is, every time he spots you Bastien is on you. Either leaving small traces on your waist, holding your hand, or kissing your lips. From the looks of it you’re more than happy to have the attention, completely zoned in on him. It’s like you’re in your own little world. He hates the blush that forms in your cheeks whenever Bastien seems to be teasing you, or even the small marks that are creeping on your neck. He tries to ignore it, he really does, but he can’t help but look over once in a while, a part of him wishing that it was him instead.

It gets to him, it really does and he finds himself grumpier than usual, not really interested in most of the things going on apart from racing and the car. He doesn’t admit it though, not when Lando brings it up, or even when his family brings it up from their last call.

Because of this he throws it all into the car, simply wanting to get into it and race- and it works really. He finds himself pushing a bit more than usual, risking it a bit more and waiting to break until the last minutes. It’s Monaco, so not a lot of overtaking happens, but with the good strategy of the team, they manage to make it into the points.

It’s when he’s in the press pen that he feels a bit restless again, but he manages to answer the questions, sharing about the car, his feeling with the steer and how he had managed to still overtake one or two drivers. It’s quick, and he’s happy with the overall result so the talks are a bit more bearable. He’s still impatient though, leg bouncing slightly as he leans onto the barrier. He knows it’s unprofessional to want to speed up the process but he can’t help but think that there are better things he could be up.

He’s disinterested the whole time around, the seconds just ticking slower and slower and he feels himself looking into nothing as the interviewers ask him questions. He hears them, and he can answer them easily, but it’s obvious that his mind is somewhere else. He knows why he feels so impatient, thoughts about you in the garage still, probably wanting to finish up as soon as possible to go spend your time with Bastien. He really wanted to catch up with you before you left. He had barely gotten any time with you, and he knows it’s only fair, your boyfriend barely ever got to see you, but he didn’t care.

So, to Charlotte’s demise Carlos heads out of the press area a bit early, ‘forgetting’ about the last three interviewers that were calling his name from afar. It’s only fifteen minutes really, so Carlos is pretty sure he can get away with it, and he does.

He’s back into the garage a bit earlier than usual, and instead of going to his driver’s room to cool off for a bit he’s watching everyone pack up. He looks a bit lost really, standing as he looks around in hopes to spot you.

“You’re back early.” He hears, and your voice is so distinct that he doesn’t even hesitate to turn around, smiling small.

“Yeah- finished up all my interviews.” He lies with a shrug and you give him a nod.

“I didn’t catch you before but we’re in the points for Monaco, good job. Lando too.” You smile, gently bumping your elbow into his. “Perfect thing to celebrate tonight.” You say.

“So you’re coming?” Carlos asks, just wanting to make sure.

“Yeah. Bastien wanted to go.” You say with a nod and Carlos finds himself nodding along too. He doesn’t want Bastien there, but he’s willing to take it.

“Is it weird?” You ask after a bit and Carlos sucks his lips a bit, humming as he tries his best to figure out how to formulate his words.

“Yeah- a bit.” He says, not knowing how else to say it and you pinch your bottom lip a bit.

“If you’re not comfortable with us there, we can always not show up.” You say softly but Carlos shakes his head.

“No, of course show up.” Carlos murmurs. It’s the first time he sees you up close since Bastien arrived and that’s when he notices it. You look tired, eyes a bit heavy and throat a bit hoarse and he wonders for a second if you’re okay.

“Are you sure?” You ask, this time turning to him and Carlos nods. You smile small, reaching over to his arm to give it a gentle squeeze. It’s on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn’t know if he’s overstepping. Was it even his place to ask anymore? It’s when the words are about to leave his lips that you cut him off.

“Thank you. I’m gonna prepare the room for the debrief now.” You say before you’re heading off.

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You both end up showing up at the party at different times and by the time Carlos arrives you’re already there. He doesn’t spot Bastien though, just you with Pierre and Charles at the table. The moment you spot him though you’re smiling, coming close to greet him. Carlos doesn’t need to ask, he can tell by the loose smile on your lips and the way your body leans too close to him when you reach for a hug that you’ve already had a few drinks.

His arm instinctively wraps around your waist to steady you as he lets out a soft chuckle. “How long have you been here for?” He asks curiously as you pull your arms away. His hold on you lingers though as his fingers tickle your bare skin.

You look gorgeous, in a small dress that practically leaves little to the imagination. The white hugs you perfectly and Carlos can’t help but trace his fingers over your back, where the cut out of your dress is. You shiver under his touch and he can’t help run his tongue over his bottom lip.

You let out a mixture of a breath and a laugh at his question. “An hour- but you know how Max is with drinks? Bastien is even worse.” You say with a pout and your words are just enough to snap him back into reality.

He pulls away almost instantly, needing to remind himself that you’re not his tonight- or at all. You’re too tipsy and airy to notice, smiling at him so sweetly that Carlos almost thinks it's cruel. He wants to ask you where Bastien is, wants to know how little time left he had with you but as a cue your boyfriend appears, easily wrapping his arm around you to pull you close.

“Amour,” He says before leaning down to give you a kiss. Carlos clenches his jaw as he sees you two share a quick kiss and there is a small satisfaction in the pit of his stomach at the sight of you pulling away first. He doesn’t even hide the roll of his eyes when Bastien reaches for another one. Carlos can’t stand it, so he clears his throat, scratching his nose awkwardly to discreetly get you both to pull away.

“Sorry, just look at her. Can’t resist hm?” Bastien chuckles, wiping his lips with his thumb. There’s a smug look on his face and Carlos is thankful he isn’t a few drinks in because if that were the case he wouldn’t have hesitated to throw a punch or a shove. He doesn’t though.

“How about we grab more drinks no?” You offer and Carlos doesn’t miss your uncomfortable smile and the way you pull a bit from Bastien but he doesn’t say anything, instead nodding at you to take up on the drinks. He’s about to go but Bastien stops him.

“How about you go first yeah? I’ll catch up.” Bastien says to you and you frown a bit, eyes looking over at Carlos who is biting back a cocky smile. He didn’t want to admit it but he did like the fact that he was getting under Bastien’s skin without even trying.

“Bastien, let’s go.” You insist but Bastien shakes his head, giving your forehead a kiss instead. You look over at Carlos this time, not wanting to take a step but Carlos thinks fuck it and gives you a nod. “Fine, but if you both take too long I’m coming back.” You say before you’re turning to go to the bar. You force yourself to not look back, knowing you wouldn’t be leaving the pair alone.

“Listen,” Bastien starts, looking at Carlos. “I don’t care about your history with her and whatever happened but she’s my girlfriend. So back off from her hm?” Bastien says, voice suddenly sharp and cold.

Carlos laughs, rolling his eyes as he lifts his hands up in defence. “Mate, I’m backing off.” He says. Tell your girlfriend to back off of me he thinks of saying but he doesn’t. Instead he gives him a fake smile. He knew better than to cause a fuss with Bastien in a club, not only because the media would eat it up, but also because he knew you would hate it. Bastien doesn’t seem to think the same though because his hand goes on Carlos’ shoulder and at first Carlos doesn’t think much of it but soon the grip is tighter than necessary.

“Perfect. We don’t want any issues, or whatever, yeah?” He says and Carlos knows it's a threat, he can hear it in his voice. There’s a split second where he considers it, thinking about all the things he could say that would push Bastien’s buttons just right. He doesn’t though, not because he chooses not to, but because he feels another hand on his shoulder, tearing his attention away.

“Mate! Come on, let’s grab a drink.” It’s Lando, wide eyed and smiley. Carlos lets out a breath that he doesn’t remember holding and he’s suddenly thankful that his teammate had interrupted before he had made a bad decision.

“You should go find y/n. I’ll see you around.” Carlos says, instantly letting out an annoyed sigh when Lando pulls him away. The air was almost suffocating, and he can’t help but take a deep breath as he follows Lando towards the bar. “Joder, menudo cabron.” Fuck, what an asshole he murmurs and Lando rolls his eyes.

“Si, si Carlos.” He says and Carlos can’t help but gently shove his arm. “It’s your fault they’re here.”

“You told me it was fine,” He says defensively and Carlos knows he’s right.

“It’s fine,” He murmurs before nodding to the bar. “Let’s grab something. I definitely need a drink now.”

The music’s loud, and Carlos as always is not the type to dance, instead he watches most of his mates on the dance floor whilst he decides to sit out on the side. He’s moving his head to the music though, murmuring the lyrics under his breath as he watches everybody move around. He fights the smile on his lips when he sees Daniel and Max clearly having drank too much, moving to the music like their life depended on it. He’s too busy sneaking in a quick recording of the pair that he almost doesn’t notice you joining into the mix, Max being the one to pull you in.

Carlos can’t help but smile, remembering how well the two of you used to get along. You both had been menaces to him during the first few months he was in Toro Rosso, and it was nice to see you both reconnect again. It’s painful to see you rest of the drivers dance really, most if not all deciding to go with cheap and quick dance moves (and calling them dance moves was a generous feat). He thinks he’s gotten away with dancing when Max looks over to him, eyes locking. “No,” He mouths to Max when he sees him gesturing to come. Max smirks for a second and Carlos wonders why but before he knows it Lando’s next to him, pushing him to join the dancefloor.

To Carlos’ demise he joins, chuckling as they all cheer for him. Soon he’s dancing as well, doing an awful job at it too, but there’s just enough alcohol in his system that he doesn’t care too much of whatever video would surface the next morning in the group chat. It also could be that you’re watching him with a bright smile, that being enough encouragement for him to move and dance next to you.

He’s barely even a song in when your whole demeanor changes and you’re quick to step away from Carlos. Carlos frowns, for a second thinking he had stepped on your shoe or something but he feels a shoulder knock into his and Bastien’s soon walking past him to get to you. Bastien is quick, moving to give you a kiss in the middle of the dancefloor and Carlos looks away, turning to Lando. The way his body is pressing into yours has Carlos dragging Lando to the bar.

He doesn’t even catch the way you move away from Bastien, looking more upset than anything else.

By the time he’s back he’s sure plastered but he doesn’t care, the music suddenly sounds a lot better and the club is fuller. He’s loopy eyed and smiley, laughing at a joke Lando made that was probably not even that funny. You’re all at a table now, a quick recharge before you would all join the dance floor once more.

He’s surprised to see you by yourself this time and he slides into the seat next to you, flashing you a smile and you can’t help but laugh at the way his eyes unfocus slightly.

“Look who’s drunk now,” You laugh softly, poking him on his forehead and Carlos rolls his eyes, simply grabbing you by the wrist.

“Shhh, don’t tell anyone.” Carlos smiles, he watches you closely, still holding your hand and for a second he notices that your smile wasn’t really meeting his eyes. You’re suddenly uncomfortable under Carlos’ gaze and you roll your eyes with a soft laugh, moving your hand away before looking over the guys.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Carlos asks and you nod, not looking back at him. He wants to press on further but the rest of the table has other ideas, already engaging you both in conversation.

“How about, we ask y/n which one of us she finds most attractive?” It’s Pierre that suggests it, and it’s innocent, the poor french man having no clue what he was implying. Carlos is too tipsy to not blush but there is a small smile on his lips as he folds his hands together before leaning on his knees, looking at you. He can see in the corner of his eyes that Lando’s smirking, whilst Max is looking around the table, simply amused by the whole ordeal.

“Bet it’s me.” Daniel says to which Charles and Pierre roll their eyes to. You’re looking around the table, hyperaware with the way they were all looking at you, waiting for you to answer but you shake your head. No way in hell you were giving any of them the satisfaction. It’s funny really, how they quickly go into a debate amongst themselves and you can’t help but listen, trying to nod along whenever someone made a good point.

“You know what. She would like me the most.” Pierre says boldly before looking over at you. “You have a thing for the french non?” He asks and you can’t help but blush a bit.

“I mean,” You’re about to answer but Carlos is butting it, far too drunk to stay quiet. It’s a cocky chuckle and he wipes at his lips as he asks.

“I don’t know, does she?” Your pink cheeks only turn redder and Carlos smirks when you gently shove his head away from yourself despite the smile that was on your lips.

“I heard she likes Spanish men.” Max jokes in his drunk stupor, laughing as he looks over you two and the joke goes over everybody’s heads, all of them laughing along. You’re grateful that they were all drunk, if not you would be definitely telling Max off.

“Am I wrong?” Max asks after a bit and you roll your eyes.

“I plead the sixth. I am not answering the question. My boyfriend is here, I am not answering who I find the most attractive.” You say. You know Carlos’ eyes are on you, hand gently snaking to rest on your knee under the table.

He gives your leg a gentle squeeze, “what if he wasn’t here?” Carlos is the one that asks the question and your eyes meet his almost instantly. Max and Lando are the only ones that feel the tension, instantly going quiet and sharing looks amongst each other.

“You know what? I’d choose Daniel.” You answer, wanting the conversation to end. Pierre and Charles scowl whilst Daniel cheers, already raising his glass for a toast that nobody agrees to do. Carlos is smirking though, pulling his hand away to cross his arms as he sits back on the seat.

“You’re all annoying,” You laugh off, soon getting up. “I’m gonna look for my boyfriend.” You stumble a bit on your feet, and Max is quick to get up.

“I’ll accompany you, I want to grab us more shots.” He grins, chuckling when the whole table groans. Max doesn’t listen to the pleas of the rest, heading off with you with the promising to bring more drinks back.

“So you and y/n?” Pierre is the one that asks, nodding at Carlos who tries his best to look confused, the alcohol doesn’t help his cause because Pierre simply snorts. He waits for Carlos to follow up, but when he doesn’t he just continues.

“Well I don’t like her boyfriend that much.” Pierre says with a shrug. “Talked to him a bit before since I heard he was French. He’s a bit weird.” Pierre says to which Charles nods.

“Seems like she’s interested in you though.” Charles chirps in and Carlos tries his best to hide his smug smile.

“We’re just good friends. She likes Daniel apparently.” He says with a chuckle to which Daniel rolls his eyes.

“Sure,” Daniel laughs. There’s a sudden sound from the other side of the club and there’s people yelling. Carlos is not the type to entertain the thought of people fighting, mainly choosing to stay away but the way Daniel gets up has him looking back.

“It’s Max,” he says and soon enough Lando and Carlos are offering to come with. They’re quick on their feet, quietly asking people to move to the side as they squeeze through the club. “He’s probably too drunk and someone pushed him.” Daniel says sighing as he walks towards the commotion. Carlos thinks so too, giving Daniel a nod in agreement.

“What the fuck is wrong with you mate?” It’s Max’s voice that he hears first after pushing past the crowd. He’s confused at his words, but tries his best to come closer. It’s ugly, there are people with their phones out, clearly aware of who Max was.

“You fucking came at me.” He’s pushing past the last person as he hears the words and his eyes fall on Bastien as soon as Max speaks again.

“You were kissing a random girl!” He says, clearly dumbfounded.

That’s when Carlos spots you but you’re not by yourself, another girl standing next to you, clearly apologising. He can’t see your face as your back is facing him but you can tell you’re trying to make yourself smaller, arms crossed over your body as you shake your head at her. It’s when Bastien steps closer to Max that you move towards him.

He’s not sure if you’re saying something to Bastien, probably asking him to calm down but the moment that you touch Bastien he pushes you back. It isn’t hard, but you don’t expect it and you almost stumble back, your heels not providing you much of a support.

Carlos is quick this time, jumping close to both hold you by your arm. He’s quick to look over your face and that’s when he realises: you’re crying. He’s pissed, seeing red really, almost to the point where he can’t even form words. He can see Bastien coming closer and he’s quick to stand between you two.

“Are you fucking stupid?” Is all he manages to say to Bastien, looking at him.

“Oh look who came to save you, you’re cute little ex boyfriend.” Bastien scoffs. He’s slurring his words, clearly too drunk, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t try to swing a punch towards Carlos. Carlos braces himself for the hit, simply holding you behind him but Daniel this time stops him, shoving him to the wall.

“Seriously dude, you’re too drunk. Get it together.” Daniel spits. “I’ll take him to the hotel.” He sighs out. Bastien is trying to put up a fight but Daniel is holding him in place.

It’s a mess, people are recording and Bastien is screaming, trying his best to fight Daniel off but Max is quick as well to hold him. “You’re such a fucking whore y/n! Fucking around with Carlos hm? All the way to the top of the team.” The words are mean and they stick to your ears and Carlos wants to punch the DJ who had decided the best decision was to lower the music’s volume.

There’s a mixture of anger and hurt sinking in your stomach and you don’t know what to do. You can’t see what’s going on as Carlos had decided to simply hug you to his chest to stop people from taking photos of you but Bastien’s words are loud and no matter how much Carlos was trying to shield you you could still hear every single one.

You’re all finally able to go to the table when the security shows up. They make sure to clear the way, clearly annoyed with the whole ordeal. It’s embarrassing and you can’t help but feel extremely bad for the rest of the group. Bastien could perfectly go home and have nobody ever talk about this again, but it was different for the rest of them. With the media and photos you didn’t even want to think about what the next headline would be.

The security is dragging Bastien out and the sight of it only makes you tear up even more. You’re grabbing your bag quickly, wiping your cheeks. “Where are you going?” Lando’s quick to ask and you look at the door.

“What? After that bullshit. You’re not going home with him.” Daniel says and he takes a deep breath. “I’ll go with him.” He offers and you’re instantly shaking your head.

“Please don’t do that. He’s my boyfriend, I brought him.” You say and the rest of the group is shaking their heads, clearly not backing down. Carlos is too annoyed to offer, and he is pretty sure if he does the night would end up much worse.

“I can do it yeah? Maybe he’ll calm down a bit.” Pierre offers and you feel even worse, shaking your head again. “No, I’m not taking a no for an answer. Charles will come with me.” Pierre says to which Charles nods, giving you a thumbs up.

“I’m really sorry guys.” You murmur and Daniel reaches over to give you a hug.

“Come on, it’s alright. You think we haven’t had our fair share of fights? I’m sure we’ve all had at least one friend be kicked out for a fight” He says before smiling and it’s so genuine that you can’t help but smile small yourself.

All of you decide to leave the club, not wanting to stay after the whole commotion as there were eyes on everybody. Thankfully you manage to wait for a ride through the back of the club, Charles knowing the promoters and asking for a quick favour. You all wait inside until Charles and Pierre leave with Bastien before you step out for the next car.

Max, Lando and Daniel pile in and there’s one empty seat left. “I can wait,” Carlos says gesturing you to go sit inside but you shake your head. “Seriously,” Carlos says softly.

“Actually, it might be best if she stays here for a while. Incase Bastien makes a fuss in the hotel.” Daniel suggests, looking over the younger drivers to see them all nodding in agreement. “You’re good with staying with her?” He asks Carlos and Carlos nods.

“As long as you’re good with staying with me?” he asks you and you’re wiping your cheeks, nodding. You want to say you’d be fine there by yourself, but you knew it wasn’t going to get through anybody.

By the time their car leaves you’re shivering a bit. It wasn’t too cold with the Monaguesque weather but you also figured it was the tiredness that had started to settle in.

“Here,” Carlos murmurs, gently hanging his jacket over your shoulders and you murmur a thanks, soon turning to him.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and it’s a stupid question but you’re soon leaning into his chest, letting out a quiet whimper as his arms wrap around you to hold you close. It’s painful to see you like this, and he doesn’t know what else to do, simply kissing the top of your head. “Shh, I’ve got you.” Carlos murmurs, soon resting his chin on your head. He holds you there for a bit, rubbing over your back as he takes slow and deep breaths to calm you down.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. To you and the rest of the guys.” You cry, trying to move as close as you possibly could to the Spaniard. The only thing he can do is hold you closer, promising that it was fine, but he knows that you didn’t believe any of it.

By the time you both get to the hotel you’ve calmed down, but you stay tucked to his side, as if pulling away would only mean reality would swallow you whole.

“I don’t know what we can do. Should we get you another room?” Carlos asks softly once you both make it to your lobby and he’s surprised when you shake your head.

“Can I stay with you instead?” You ask and he knows he shouldn’t, knows that he doesn’t know what this would mean the next morning.

Your teary eyed look though has him ignoring his better judgement, quietly nodding instead so he takes your hand in his before walking to the elevators. His heart stutters when you intertwine your fingers together but he keeps his gaze forward as the elevator doors open.

Once you arrive to his room you both agree to shower, clearly sweaty and sobered up from all the commotion in the club. Carlos lets you go in first and he takes this time to clear his head, too many things were going on and he was struggling to process what had just happened. He just knew you were here now, with him, in his room. He lets out a heavy sigh as he lays on the bed, pressing his hands to his face. He doesn’t know how long he lays there like that, only sitting up when he hears you come out of the shower. Your towel is wrapped around you and he can’t help but look over you.

“Can I borrow your clothes?” You ask and Carlos nods, pointing you to his luggage before he goes to the shower to wash himself off too. He’s suddenly sweaty and burning all over, feeling like a teenage all over again. It’s awful and he feels awful but he can’t help but just think what this could mean for the two of you.

By the time he’s done you’re already in bed, tucked in. His towel is hanging low on his waist as he heads off to grab his boxers. “Can you pass me a pillow for the couch?” Carlos asks, soon slipping on his clothes. He decides to forego his shirt, simply ruffling his hair with the towel to get it to dry. He hears you say something back but your voice is so quiet that he can’t make out the words.

“What?” He asks slowly, coming closer as he goes to grab a pillow instead but this time you’re grabbing his wrist, shaking your head.

“Can you sleep with me?” You murmur, and it’s so soft that Carlos almost misses it.

“Y/n,” Carlos murmurs, shaking his head. His heart is beating out of his chest but you’re giving his wrist a squeeze.

“Please, I just- please.” You sniffle out and he’s letting out a shaky breath.

“I can’t do this, not with Bastien-”

You shake your head, “I’m done with him. I really am.” You say sniffling and Carlos is hesitant, he doesn’t know whether to trust you or not but you’re already pulling him under the sheets, and he can’t resist it. Carlos lets out a shaky breath as he feels your gentle touches on his skin. You’re so warm against him and he can’t help but to pull you close.

“He’s been cheating on me for a while now.” It’s a confession he doesn’t expect to hear and he has to pull away to look over you. “I just never saw it, but I knew. I thought he actually changed this time, I’m stupid.” You murmur and Carlos lets out a heavy sigh.

“Sometimes people do stupid things for the people they love.” Carlos says, and he knows part of him is telling that to himself. He’s gently brushing your hair out of your face, soon wiping your cheeks with his thumbs.

“I don’t think I love him though. I love the idea of him.” You sniffle, looking over at Carlos. You look so small and broken, but Carlos can’t help but still think you look beautiful.

“I’m sorry.” Carlos says, “you deserve better.” I would treat you better, you know is what he means and you nod quietly. He’s watching you, looking down at how your fingers are slowly tracing patterns onto his chest and he lets out a soft sigh when you move closer.

“What do you want y/n?” Carlos asks, and he’s scared. Scared that he’ll regret asking the question. “I’m tired of playing this game of tug of war. I need to know what you want.” He murmurs and he can’t help but hold his breath when your fingers linger on his lips, gently brushing his bottom lip.

You’re soon connecting your lips with his and that’s enough of an answer for him. It’s different this time, slow and careful as your tongues slowly mould together. His hands are slowly creeping under your shirt, running his hands over your sides and letting out a soft sigh into the kiss.

His hands slowly run over your breasts, gently giving them a squeeze and he swallows down the moan that you let out into the kiss, happy to be able to feel you. “Come on,” he murmurs, soon pulling the shirt off you before he’s hovering above you. His eyes are trailing down your body and he can’t help but breathe out at the sight of you. “Eres hermosa,” You’re beautiful, he murmurs, more to himself, before he’s slowly trailing kisses down your neck. He can’t help the urge he has to litter every single part of your skin with marks, taking his time to map it out with his tongue. He knows it’s stupid, but he feels a pride settle in his stomach as he darkens the marks Bastien seemed to have left behind, hearing your voice gently moan out his name.

“You’re mine, hm cariño?” Carlos asks and you let out a breath, nodding as he trails kisses over your chest. His tongue goes over one of your nipples and you can’t help but whimper. He gently presses his teeth into your nub, your back arches slightly as you let out a hiss.

“Who do you belong to mi amor?” Carlos asks again and you’re hands are going down his torso, gently playing with the band of his boxers.

“Yours,” You breathe and he’s soon goind further down kissing over your thighs, his fingers slowly beginning to play with your folds. He smirks at the sight of you already swollen and throbbing.

“So wet for me.” Carlos says, gently pressing one of his fingers in, he’s almost dizzy at how easy he slips it in, soon slipping a second one as well.

“What do you want mi amor?” Carlos asks and you’re lifting your hips.

“Anything, I- please.” You murmur and that’s enough for Carlos to move his fingers, soon pressing them in deep. The breaths you let out sound like a symphony, and he’s moving his fingers faster, slowly deepening his movements. Your moans are mixing in with the sound of his fingers, and he can feel himself getting harder, the sight of you falling apart from his touches has him feeling euphoric.

“Oh,” You breathe out just as Carlos curls his fingers and he knows he’s hit the spot, his head ducks down to your legs and he’s quick to let his tongue play with your clit. He knows he’s doing it right when he feels you clench around him.

“Come on baby, you’re so close. So good for me.” Carlos murmurs and your legs shake as soon as you come, hand going to grip Carlos’ hair as you’re moaning his name out with a sinful cry that Carlos wishes he could have playing forever.

He lets you ride out your high, holding your hips in place, he only pulls away when you slowly release the grip on his locks and he can’t help but lick a stripe over your folds, loving the taste of you. He’s soon moving back up, kissing your lips before he’s slipping his fingers in your mouth. You’re quick to lap his fingers up, letting out a sigh when Carlos pulls his fingers away to give you another long kiss. He’s about to offer to just finish off by himself, knowing you were probably exhausted but your next words surprise him.

“Can I ride you?” You ask against his lips and you ask it so innocently that Carlos groans, how could he say no to you? He’s soon slipping his boxers off before he’s sitting to rest his back onto the headboard. You’re eager to go on his lap, holding onto his shoulders. Carlos holds your waist though, wanting you to slow down a bit. He wants to cherish the moment.

He cups your cheek once you sit down, groaning at the press of your thighs on his cock. You’re a bit out of it and Carlos needs to tap your cheek gently. “Look at me,” Carlos says softly and when he realises you’re not listening his hand travels down to hold your neck.

“I said look at me baby.” Carlos says, this time gently giving the sides of your neck a squeeze. He smiles when you finally look at him and he can’t help but pull you closer, soon giving your lips another gentle kiss. “Are you okay?” He asks softly. As much as he was enjoying it he had to ask you first and once you give him a smile and a nod he’s giving your lips another peck.

Carlos soon moves his hand back to your waist, slowly helping you sit up. He groans softly as he strokes himself, already painfully hard. “Wish I could record you like this baby, being such a whore for me hm?” Carlos murmurs, soon moaning when you sink down on him.

“Shit,” you breathe out, soon holding his shoulders. Carlos feels so big inside you and the press of him feels amazing. You soon settle down onto his thighs, and a part of you swears you can feel him a bit too deep inside you.

“You feel so good cariño, so so good.” Carlos breathes out and he lets you take your time before you slowly begin to move your hips. It feels amazing, the drag of your hips and the rhythm of your bounces has him groaning. He lets you do the work for a bit, simply sitting back and watching with a gentle hold of your waist and letting out praises in between his moans.

Your moans are mixing together, and Carlos can’t help but grip your waist, soon meeting your hips with his own. You almost lose your balance, digging your nails into his shoulders as he somehow feels even deeper. “Fuck baby, you were made for me.” Carlos groans as he slowly begins to move his hips more and the way you’re whimpering has him losing all his inhibition.

“Yours. Only yours.” You gasp out. Carlos groans when he feels you clench around him so he’s soon shifting, moving you on your back. His hand goes to your neck again, pressing your foreheads together. “Look at me,” he says, drilling his hips into you and you can’t help but have your eyes roll back, pressing your head into the mattress.

“Carlos, there. Please.” You beg when he angles his hips just right. “Please.”

His thrusts become deeper, moaning at the way you clenched around him. He sees your head fall back and your eyes slowly shut so he squeezes your neck again, a bit harder this time. “I said look at me y/n or you aren’t allowed to come.” Carlos pants out. He knows it isn’t true, knows that he possibly can never deny you- no- himself from the pleasure of seeing you coming undone but his words have you coming back to reality, gasping as you look at him

Your eyes are locked into his and you can feel the clench in the pit of his stomach. The adoration in Carlos’ eyes has your heart swelling. “Carlos,” you murmur and Carlos moves his hand to cup your cheeks.

“I know baby, I know. You’re close hm? Show me how good I make you feel, how good I treat you.” Carlos says and his words have you crying out his name and digging your nails into his back.

Carlos groans, the sight of you pushing him over the edge too. He makes sure to deepen his thrusts, soon coming inside of you.

Carlos pants softly, your foreheads still pressed together and he can’t help but lean close to give you a gentle kiss. You slowly kiss him back, letting out a small whimper when Carlos slowly pulls out.

“Here, I’ve got you.” Carlos murmurs soon pulling you to his chest and you can’t help but lean close, letting out a shaky breath. “Are you good?” Carlos pants out and you’re nodding, out of breath yourself.

“I am, are you?” You ask and Carlos smiles, gently rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

“Amazing.” He murmurs before he’s kissing your lips again.

It almost feels too real to be true.

And even the next morning, when he wakes up with you fast asleep and slumped next to him, he can feel his heart swell over a thousand sizes. He couldn’t believe it, he just had to be dreaming.

fin.

link to chapter 12 here

the long awaited moment!!! yall when i tell you i was struggling to piece it together. i wanted to make it worth it (and i really hope it was). anyways, put my whole carlussy into this (don't question my choice of words i am literally head empty after this chapter).

i'm excited to start focusing on them more and how their relationship will develop <3. anyways i hope u enjoyed. big smooch on the forehead for all of you.

pls dont be a ghost reader, would love to hear what you think<3

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