#STOP ASKING ME ABOUT ALEXIS

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Im so sorry for bringing this up but i would genuinely have a look at why you hate alexis so much more than blake, im not saying this to be mean or malicious but i did when that talk in the fandom happened a little bit ago and yeah no it was just an internalized dislike of women and like not allowing women (even just in media) to be complicated and messy and grey while praising men in media for the same very things, and liking them for doing even worse, as well as we havent even met alexis and are only seeing her through someone she fucked over, its making our opinions on her so concrete and stale before we know anything about her and why she did what she did and how she feels about it now, men are adored and praised when they murder people and hurt so many, but women fuck over one guy and shes evil and irredeemable. you def dont have to like alexis (i still dont) but just like yeah, Im not accusing you of anything either btw its just good to have a look at yourself sometimes, i hope this comes across chill like i meant it cause again i had a bit of a look at myself and there is just so much hatred of women in media.

(I understand you didnt mean to be rude at all, but I think I can come off as annoyed in this post bc I just woke up and its 4am so sorry abt that)

I really dont wanna be known as the person who argues for Alexis so after this any ask about Alexis is being deleted

We dont know Alexis. In canon, we’ve never seen her, never heard her, never spoken to her. We only know of her through the eyes of Vincent and Sam, and absolutely NOTHING about her is positive.

- She’s such a hellion William vowed to never make another progeny

-She calls Vincent a mistake because of jealousy

- She turned Sam without consent

- Instead of trying to make him understand why she did it, she stop trying to talk to him when she learned she couldnt invoke him

She has NO redeeming qualities, there’s nothing spoken of her to make her likeable.

Blake is different

We KNOW both sides of the story, we’ve seen his manipulation and softer side, and we know he has depth to him.

Do we know why Blake has Sunshine trapped in the basement? Yes. Do we like it? Of course not! Are we supporting it? Hell no.

But then we see how he is with Dreamer and we change, because we see how soft he behaves, how his demeanor changes around them, how his “motives” seem more “justifiable” (for lack of a better term)

Alexis has no sort of depth to her, and until she does, why should we like her? We physically have no reason other than “She MIGHT’VE changed”

[two-person-job]

alexis you have me writing essays and I couldn't be happier to do so

[lovestrucklovesickslut]

A NATIONAL HOLIDAY I THINK!

[kazvha]

hiiii I loveee your blog sm <3

could you do bllk character introducing you (as the gf) to their teammates

{especially kaiser, Rin, sae and ness but anyone else is fine to}

have a lovely day!!!

Summary: Introducing you to his teammates

Including: Kaiser, Rin, Sae & Ness

Notes: Thank you & have a nice day too!!💐

MICHAEL KAISER

• I don't think he would even introduce you to his teammates, they would have to find out for themselves who you are and why Kaiser is always around you

• "Michael! Who is she?"

• Ness would immediately introduce you as Michael's amazing girlfriend, bragging about how great Kaiser is to be the only one on the team with a partner

• And Kaiser would tell Ness to shut up, sling an arm around your waist, and warn his mates,

"Now that you know that she's my girlfriend... Do one thing to annoy her and you will regret it."

ITOSHI RIN

• It was really noticeable when suddenly Rin, the lone wolf, was always around a pretty girl

• His teammates became curious and wanted to tease him, "Rin! Seems like you finally found your soulmate, huh!"

• Rin reacted clearly irritated, "Hah? What about it?"

• Before the situation could escalate, you pushed your boyfriend behind you and introduced yourself with a polite smile

• "Hey guys! I'm [name] and yeah, you're right about me being Rin's soulmate."

• "You don't need to talk to them [name], let's go."

ITOSHI SAE

• You visited him for the first time during his training

• His teammates noticed this straight away since he was usually alone, so they approached you two curiously and asked, "Hahaha Sae! Who is this beautiful lady next to you?"

• "This is my girlfriend.", he stated blankly.

• They were expecting more of a reaction from him, but that was all he said

• So they bombarded you with other questions "How long do you already know each other?", "How did you meet?", "When did you start dating?", "How do you manage to stay in contact?", etc.

• You answered their questions in the shortest sentences as possible while Sae wasn't willing to say anything more. At the end you were both annoyed because they interrupted your time alone

ALEXIS NESS

• Would definitely introduce you to Kaiser first

• "Michael! Schau mal!* This is my new girlfriend! I met her at ..., and ..." He wouldn't stop talking until Kaiser interrupted him, saying he didn't care

• Then he introduced you to his other mates who also didn't care

• "Guys! Look at my girlfriend! Isn't she pretty?"

• All they did was glance in your direction for a second, then return to what they did before

• Ness became annoyed but you quickly reassured him, "It's okay Alex, don't you think it's better if you're the only one who has eyes for me?"

• His eyes regained their twinkle. "Yes! You're so right!"

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* "Look!"

[rafeyscurtainbangs]

A Goddess - Rafe Cameron One Shot

+18 Minor DNI

CollegeHockey!Rafe x Curvy!Reader

⭐ republished ⭐

+18 Minor DNI

🪄 warnings: SMUT, drinking, swearing, soft dom Rafe, oral (male receiving), oral (female receiving), rough oral, praise kink, unprotected p in v, creampie, and spanking.

📖 ask: Ok, hear me out: a group of beautiful girls and their gorgeous curvier friend, night out at a bar. Guys hitting on all of them but the curvy goddess. Rafe notices and decides to approach her. She's sassy vibes, he's soft Dom vibes.

✨“Nah… M’gonna stop you right there. ‘Cause you said, ‘Anything I’d like.’ Don’t be goin’ back on your word, princess.” ✨

3.2 K

Rafe’s POV:

“Jesus, Rafey. Losin’ your touch, baby?” Kelce snickers as he nabs my freshly cracked White Claw off the bar top.

“Uh, yeah. Two more White Claws and a shot of Tito’s on his tab, sweetheart,” I call to the bartender, firing her a wink. She shakes her head and smiles, draining the liquor in a glass passing two more drinks my way.

“Thanks for the liquor, baby.” Kelsey rolls his eyes and scoffs. “And, no. To answer your question, I haven’t lost shit.”

“Well, you usually got a girl or two by now…”

“I don’t need to try as hard as you, Kelc. Don’t worry about me. You could learn a thing or two? Been watchin’ your game all night. It’s rough.”

“By all means, King Cameron, show me how it’s done,” he mocks. I quickly down my shot, chasing it with a seltzer.

Kelce snakes through the thick crowd of college students bellied up at the bar, a packed dance floor in the center. I can’t help but laugh at my group, fawning over yet another variety pack of copy-and-paste girls. They���re beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but it’s the same shit every weekend. Kelce struts over to the last of the bunch, leaving me to break away; what a shame.

I walk toward the bar, leaning back into it as I stare into the crowd. ”A vodka cranberry. Please.“ I hear a soft voice come from my left. “Thank you.” That same girl hums as I look down in her direction, watching as she scribbles her name across the tab, passing it back. That’s a pretty name.

Her beautiful eyes flick to mine. A sweet smile falls on her plump lips. My eyes fall, lashes fluttering as I try my best to hide what an actual fuckin’ dog I truly am, but, my god… She’s a fucking goddess. Her cleavage is tied with a pretty little bow in the middle of her dress. Fuck me. I feel my cock twitch, eyes slamming shut; cheeks reddening in embarrassment. I’m too ashamed to even look back in her eyes for how long I’ve ogled her.

My gaze moves to hers again, still met with that same smile but a cocked brow this time. “You okay?” She chuckles.

“Mhmm…” I grunt. That’s it. That’s all I got.

“Alright… Have a nice night,” she giggles lightly before turning away, dress moving with her. The thin material hits just below her perfect ass, leaving her legs on display. Her dress shifts on her round hips as she moves, her ass recoiling with each step making my eyes roll back.

And, then, she stops just a few feet away. Joining my crowd, one of the girls hugs her. Another, leaning in to whisper something that makes her laugh. She lifts the drink that she bought, surrounded by a group of fuckin’ boys who should have bought it for her. A girl like that doesn’t need to do that shit. Not one of them is making a move. I hang back, watching her a little as she sips her little drink.

The petite blonde Kelce was talking to gives him a fake laugh and a nod, stepping away; Kelc, obviously struck out with her. His head is instantly on a swivel, looking around the group for another, matching eyes hers briefly before searching for the next. Kelce buries his White Claw before doubling back in her direction. Hell no. I walk toward the two of them, intercepting his efforts; shoving him away lazily. Her beautiful eyes widen in surprise as she looks back up at me.

Reader’s POV:

”Uhh… Hi again. Are you lookin’ for Alexis? She just went to the bathroom-“

”Who?“ He furrows his brow, the most delicious smile spreading on his lips as he steps even closer.

”Alexis. Sorry, these guys seemed to know her.“ You twirl your finger, gesturing to the men gathered around.

“Nah. Never met her. What’s your name?”

“Umm, Y/n,” you chuckle nervously as you look up at him. He’s gorgeous, even in the dim bar; light hair, light eyes, muscular… Holy shit. You reach out your hand, resting it on his chest as you lean closer. “I’m just visiting. What’s your name?”

He bites his lip, looking down, eyeing the contact between you. He draws a little breath, his arm wrapping around your body, resting on the small of your back. “I’m Rafe.”

“Rafe Cameron?”

“Yeah. Oh, shit. What did I do?” He winces.

“Horrible things,” you tease, tapping your hand on his chest. “No. I remember your name from the hockey game.” He gives you an open-mouthed smile, drawing you even closer. “You were in the penalty box a lot.”

“What? Me?” He asks with an exaggerated tone, pointing at himself. “Never.” Rafe’s eyes trail your body again, just like they did when you got your drink; when you weren’t sure if he was interested or just lost in a drunken daze. “You’re stunning, by the way,” he rasps.

Your cheeks warm up, butterflies swirling in your stomach at his compliment, finding yourself a little too stunned to speak. You lift your drink to your lips, taking a sip as you try to center yourself. ”Thank you.“

“It’s almost last call. Did you wanna get outta here?” He asks.

“Well – I. Umm… I should wait for these girls.”

“Eh. They come to our house every weekend, sweetheart. It’s up to you. And, if I’m somehow wrong… And hell freezes over. I’ll get you home safe. I swear. Scouts honor.”

“They come to your house every weekend, and you didn’t know Alexis?” You question as you guide your gaze to your gorgeous best friend. You feel his finger hook under your chin, directing your eyes back to his.

“Not my type.”

“This better, y/n?” Rafe asks as he pulls you in a little closer for warmth. His strong arms wrap around your body, chest pressed against your back as you wait for the Uber. You take in his rich cologne, the warmth of his cheek so close to yours.

“Perfect,” you hum.

“So, you’re just here for the weekend?” He asks; chills fan across your body as his breath hits your neck, just a slight gravel in his voice making you powerless.

“Just to visit. I’m comin’ next semester, so I thought I should check it out.”

“No fuckin’ way,” he asks excitedly, turning you to face his chest instead. “You’re comin’ here? Well, shit. We can do this every weekend. Huh?”

“This? And, what is ‘this,’ Rafe?” You ask in a breathy tone. His broad palms move a little lower, just a hair.

”Anythin’ you’ll let me.“ You give him a little nod, letting him know he can go a little further. ”Words, princess.“

”You can do whatever you’d like, Rafe.“

A devilish smirk tugs on his lips. Rafe is more than satisfied with your answer as his hands rest on your ass. ”You’re gonna let me do whatever I want? You sure?“

“I mean, unless you don’t wa-” He steals your teasing words off your tongue, kissing you deeply. His hands shift to the back of your neck, pulling you nearer. Rafe slows down slightly, lips parted, letting you slip your tongue inside, rolling slowly. You scratch your nails through his dark blonde buzz cut, making him moan against your lips.

”Anything you’d like,“ you whisper again, feeling his smile spread along your lips.

The two of you are breathing heavily already, panting into your kiss, his lips on yours before you can even reach his bedroom. He pins you against the wall, lips locked on your neck as you pinch the buttons of his shirt, drawing them open, revealing more skin as you go.

Rafe leads you into his bedroom, throwing the door shut. His rough hands work up your arms, thumbs brushing your straps off your shoulders. Your dress slips to the floor, making him draw back fast. “Y/n, fuck,” he groans as his hands instantly caress your curves.

He snaps the lace at your hip, tugging at it impatiently as the other squeezes your tit. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he smiles, extending a finger for you to twirl under. “Look at this ass, baby. Shittt,” he moans as he cracks your skin, making you giggle delightedly.

“Thank you.” You slip the shirt off Rafe’s broad shoulders, tracing his tanned chest, working your way down as you take in his perfect physique. There’s not an ounce of self-consciousness, not with how he’s looking at you. You run your nails lightly through the ripples of his abs, tracing his v-lines, slipping just under the elastic of his boxers.

Rafe loops his fingers around your delicate lace thong, drawing it down to the floor, snagging it quickly before lofting it onto his dresser. ”Keepin’ those. Yeah?“

“M’kay.”

“Collateral. I expect you’ll come and take them back when you visit me. Yeah?”

“Okay… I mean. Yeah. Of course,” You giggle, nipping at your bottom lip. You grab his belt, drawing it open. Rafe pulls them off his hips as your lips meet his neck, sucking roughly.

You move lower, licking along his collarbone. His abs flex as you pass over them, dropping to your knees. “Shit, y/n,” he breathes. Your eyes widen as you take him in. White, skin-tight boxer briefs bunched up slightly on his thighs. His shaft and head stick out the bottom, strangled in cotton, leaking from the tip, dripping slightly down his inner thigh, aching to be freed.

You lean in, gaze locked on his as you glide your tongue along the mess. “Holy shit,” he whispers, yanking at the elastic, craving more. You tease him further: massaging his precum into his swollen tip as he watches on, dick pulsing with each brush of your finger.

You draw his boxers low, cock, swinging free, standing straight. “Fuck me, Rafe,” you whimper, taking a grip on his dick, rock-hard in your hands, feeling your cunt throb. He lets out a drawn-out moan as you wrap your lips around his mushroom tip, watching as his eyes shut softly.

“Mmm… Yes, baby,” he praises. You can taste him on your tongue; salty, just a hint of sweetness. Rafe’s fingers instantly reach for you, tangling into your hair. He follows your guide as you work his dick inch by inch, pushing yourself to see how much of him you can get. His warm tip kisses the back of your throat. You can feel the blood pumping in his cock.

You sweep your tongue along the bottom, feeling every ridge and vein. “Fuck, y/n. So fuckin’ good. Feel so good,” he mumbles, the pleasure in his voice making your eyes roll back. You fuck his aching cock deep into your throat, vision clouding as tears gather in your eyes. Blinking your sights, you feel warm tears roll down your cheeks, making Rafe smile. “Good girl,” he groans. “Look at you. Shit.” Rafe’s hips jostle, the muscles in his thighs tightening under your hands.

Popping off his cock you kiss his tip before opening your mouth wide, slapping his dick against your tongue. “Use me,” you whisper warmly, taking him back into your mouth as you grip his wrists; Rafe’s fingers are already twisted in your hair.

“Where have you been, pretty girl?” He grunts. “So fuckin’ perfect.” Rafe pitches his hips, dick driving into your throat, taking you by surprise. You relax your throat as he picks up pace. The squelching of spit, groans, and muffled moans fill the room as he ruts deep. You gag on his cock, making his eyebrows furrow. “Gonna cum. Gonna fill that pretty mouth. You ready, baby? You gonna – You gonna be a good girl and swallow it all for me?”

Rafe’s head tosses back as he praises your name; that same taste amplified as his cum coats your throat. You drop your hands, gripping his ass, feeling his muscles pulse. “Holy shit, y/n,” he gasps, wiping a glaze of sweat off his forehead as he looks down at you in awe. You draw off his cock nice and slow.

“Good?” You pant through a smirk.

Rafe picks you up effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist as he moves you to the bed. ”Good?“ He snickers at the ridiculousness of your question. ”Not even close, angel,“ he mumbles as he leans in for a kiss. ”M’serious. Alright? Not waitin’ ’til next semester. You’re visitin’ me. You can suck my cock just like that, baby girl, and I can taste this sweet fuckin’ pussy whenever I’d like. Alright?“

”Yeah?“

”Mhmm… You’re gonna ride my face. How does that sound?“

Your stomach sinks at his request. ”Rafe… I don’t kn-“

“Nah… M’gonna stop you right there. ‘Cause you said, ‘Anything I’d like.’ Don’t be goin’ back on your word, princess.”

“It’s just-”

“I mean, unless you don’t wa-” You steal his teasing words off his tongue this time, kissing him deeply. Rafe chest presses into yours, craving you closer.

He lays down on the bed, beckoning you. Rafe touches you softly, brushing his hands up your legs; his lips connect to your inner thigh, sending shivers down your spine. ”You ever done this before?“ He asks. ”Or am I the first?“

”You’re the first,“ you whisper, looking down at him nervously.

”A virgin. Huh? You’re gonna love it. Alright? Grab the headboard, y/n,“ he smiles. ”C’mon.“ You feel his warm breath against your pussy, making you weak already. ”C’mon,“ he growls again in playfully tone, pulling you down.

”Fuck, Rafe,“ you pant longingly as you feel his warm tongue, licking up your silk to your clit. He moans against your cunt; the vibrations are electrifying; your sensitivity, at an all-time high.

”Mmm, you taste so fucking good, Y/n,“ he moans, locking tightly onto your clit. Rafe sucks and holds you in his mouth, using his tongue to flick. Your thighs instantly start to quiver. He grips your body, guiding you to rock back and forth. ”Sit, baby,“ he pants, hungrily.

”Rafe…“

”Sit.“ He slaps you roughly on the meat of your thigh, overpowering you; burying himself in your pussy.

”Oh… Just – Just like that,“ you moan; bringing your hands up, squeezing your breasts tightly. You feel your orgasm in reach. ”Rafe, do I cum like this?“ You pant frantically. He doesn’t answer, continuing to please you. You cry out as his finger slips into your entrance; his ringed digit gives you a little extra friction. The combination of both is absolutely euphoric. His mouth and hands play together beautifully; jolts of pleasure spur through your body as you grind your hips. Rafe increases his pace, moving at an unforgiving tempo. The sloppy sounds of your cunt, heard through the room as well.

”Rafe,“ you whimper, breathlessly; your pleasure about to bubble over. “I’m gonna… Oh my god,” you scream in pleasure. Rafe runs circles on your clit as you ride out your orgasm.

”God, you’re so beautiful, baby,“ he gasps as he sits up against the headboard. ”You taste so sweet. That feels good, princess?“ He asks as he brushes a few stray tears off your cheek.

”So fucking good,“ you barely manage to speak between breaths.

“Good, baby. Can’t believe that was your first time…” You can hear the genuine surprise in his tone, boosting your confidence even more. Rafe relaxes into the headboard, biting back a smile as you reach your hands behind your back, unclasping your bra, letting it fall onto his lap.

”Perfect fuckin’ tits,“ he hums. You toss your head back as he kisses you roughly, pressing your breasts together, licking a line in between. He locks down on your nipple; swirling, flicking, and nipping your pebbled flesh. Rafe runs his tongue along his bottom lip, his eyelids hooded. ”Mmm… Can I fuck you, princess?“ He gives you a hopeful smile as his eyes continue to roam your body.

”How do you want me?“

He looks down, eyeing his cock between your thick thighs. His gaze returns to yours; a smirk spreads on his lips. “Just like this, baby girl.” He seizes his dick in his hand, leaning back slightly. You bite your lip, giving him a little nod.

You drop down slightly, your wetness transferring to his cockhead. “Fuck me.” He lets out a loud groan; eyes, rolling back. Your lips meet his neck, kissing him roughly, licking and nibbling his skin. Reaching around your back, you skim Rafe’s tip with your fingers; he lets out a deep groan.

You press him toward you, guiding him to your heat. Rafe takes a handle on the plush of your hips, pressing you down. Your knees widen on the sheet as you work lower, pressure building between your thighs as he starts to stretch you out. ”Fuck, Rafe,“ you whine. Letting out a sharp breath. You look down, watching as you take the last of him.

”Are you okay, y/n?“ He whispers. There’s a fire in his eyes. Rafe, fully aware of his size. You can tell he’s taking satisfaction in asking you so sweetly as he splits you in two.

”M’okay,“ you whimper. Rafe smiles wickedly in reply.

”Good. I’m not gonna last long. This pussy feels too fucking good.“ He chuckles weakly.

You start rolling your body slowly, mewling softly into his mouth as you adjust to him. Your hands move up his tight stomach, resting on his chest. Grinding and winding gradually, you press your hands against him; tilting your body away slightly. Rafe watches carefully as you work him in and out of your wet pussy; hands inching up your stomach, past your rib cage, massaging your breasts. His tongue meets your nipple; fingers delighting the other.

Rafe takes you in his arms, shifting the two of you lower on the bed. You sink a little deeper on his cock; inhaling sharply when he lays flat. He lets out a lusty chuckle as you release a drawn-out moan. ”You like that? Not too much?“ He taunts.

A wide smile spreads on your lips as you toe the line between ache and bliss. ”Just right.“

“This body was made for me, I swear,” he mumbles. “Bounce for me, baby.” You start to push on the mattress, breasts moving with you as your skin slaps against Rafe’s lap. “Holy shit,” Rafe huffs through his kiss-swollen lips; hooded eyes fighting to stay open as he takes you in. Rafe slips his hands around to your ass, spanking one cheek, then the next. Causing your pussy to tense with each slap.

“Mmm… You gonna cum for me, princess?” He croons as his hand, rests against your pelvis; thumb circling your clit. The added contact makes you lose your rhythm. Rafe fucks up into you, holding you in place as he continues to stroke, fighting back his pleasure; but, it’s too much.

“Gonna cum,” he mumbles.

“Cum inside me, Rafe,” you whisper. ”M’on the pill. It’s alright.“

”That what you want?“ He asks with a lust-laced tone.

“Cum in me.”

Rafe reaches for you, wrapping his arms around your body, taking you quickly to your back. He spreads your thighs wide. Your breath escapes your chest when he plunges himself back in; his fingers greet your clit. Your legs start to quake, jagged breaths as he starts pounding you into the soft mattress. “Oh Rafe...” You cry in pleasure as you gush around his cock.

“Gonna cum in this perfect fuckin’ pussy,” he breathes, voice wavering. “Mmm… Fuck, y/n,” he groans; gripping your hips in his hands, eyes rolling into the back of his skull as his cock throbs; heavy loads of cum buried deep. Rafe expels a deep breath, his mouth connecting with yours the next moment.

He pulls out, making you reach for a breath; as he watches your share release drip out of your puffy pussy onto his sheets. The emptiness is comforted by Rafe’s hand on you again, fingers swirling through the wetness, stuffing it back inside.

Sex hangs heavy in the air; your bodies, tangled in sheets. Rafe cups your face in his hand, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “Tell me you’re free tomorrow?”

[kingkunigami]

— pretty

Ness would do anything for Kaiser, but little did you know he would do anything for you too…

Warnings: 18+, dub-con (reader consents but it’s never explicitly asked/stated), coercion, semi-public sex, panty theft, mentioned m!masturbation.

Pairing: Kaiser Michael x Ness Alexis x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.2k.

“You ever seen a pair of tits, Ness?”

Being with Michael Kaiser you were used to his rather blunt and straightforward nature, but even this question caught you by surprise as your eyes snapped towards the sweaty man standing by his locker in the changing rooms.

“Uh—” The poor man looked mortified as he kept his hand on the door to his locker, trying not to look back between you and Kaiser, “I— what?”

It wasn’t unusual for Ness to see you in the locker rooms after training or a big game, whether you’d be waiting for Kaiser to finish his shower or dragged into it yourself it was almost like a game ritual at this point. Even if after all this time he was still nervous to so much as take his shirt off in front of you— a fact that Kaiser would tease him relentlessly over. Which is why when Kaiser asked Ness if he wanted to see your breasts right now, you thought it was another one of his explicit jokes.

“Do you want to?” Kaiser didn’t wait for an answer, calloused palms already sliding beneath the oversized football shirt you wore emblazoned with his name on the back.

“Michael,” You hissed, giving your boyfriend a pointed look before glancing towards a shameful looking Ness. His cheeks tinged a bright red as he focused his gaze directly towards the ground, “You can’t just ask him that.”

“Why not?” He gave you a smug grin, his chin glistening from the mess of your sparkly lipgloss as his thumbs brushed the underside of your bra, “It’s a valid question.”

“You’re making him uncomfortable.”

“Nah, I’m not,” Kaiser looked over at his teammate, “Ness, are you uncomfortable right now?”

“N-no.” Magenta eyes glanced towards Kaiser before shaking his head.

“See,” Kaiser bobbed his chin, “He’s fine.”

“It’s because he doesn’t want to disappoint you.” You rolled your eyes.

It was no secret to anyone that Ness would do anything to please Kaiser, which is why when you’d first started dating him you’d suspected the smaller man may even have a crush on him. Something that Kaiser vehemently denied as he brushed all of your worries away, “have you not seen the way he stares at you when you’re with me? He’s got a fat crush on you, not me. I caught him staring at your ass last week when you were wearing that skirt I like.”

But ever since that conversation with Kaiser you’d begun to notice the way that Ness would stare over at you when he thought no one else was watching, noticing the slight pink tinge to his ears whenever you’d catch him and he’d quickly look away.

There was a particular evening that you remembered where Kaiser had scored the winning goal (thanks to Ness) and declared you his prize, stripping you in the locker rooms as he carried you towards the showers to celebrate. After your romp you’d noticed the magenta panties you’d been wearing that evening were nowhere to be found. And unbeknownst to you, Ness had fisted his cock with the lacy fabric outside the shower stalls as he listened to your sultry moans, thinking about how your pretty cunt would feel wrapped around his cock.

When you’d told Kaiser about it, he told you not to worry. That they’d show up, or he’d buy you new ones as you forced him to give you his boxers to wear home. But Kaiser had found out pretty quickly that the culprit was none other than his teammate and friend. A fact that had his lips curling into a sinister smile when Ness practically begged him not to tell you.

“Yeah, and what a great friend he is, huh?” Kaiser laughed as he leaned down for another kiss, but you moved your head back to stop his lips from meeting yours. An act that had his hands tightening on your sides to try and stop you from moving away, “C’mon sweetheart, don’t be like that.”

“Ness, if you wanted to shower we can leave.” You smiled over at the man as he still lingered near the door by his locker. His skin slick with sweat from training out on the field, fresh beads clinging to his skin as they trickled down the sides of his face and along the apex of his neck.

“I don’t think he wants to shower, I think he wants to see your tits.” Kaiser grinned, nodding his head towards the growing bulge beneath Ness’ shorts, “Look how hard he is already, fucking virgin.”

“Don’t be so mean, Kaiser.” You annunciated his surname which caused him to groan against your neck, warm palms reaching up to cup your clothed breasts as he squeezed roughly. Mumbling something in German as his nostrils flared.

“I’m being pretty fucking generous if you ask me,” He scoffed, “The guys never seen a pair before, and what better way to start than with yours.”

You gasped when Kaiser pulled the cups of your bra down to let your breasts spill free beneath your shirt. Deft fingers pinching and tugging at your hardening nipples as you arched your back into his touch. His lips curling into a grin against your neck, biting down on the supple skin before pulling away to gauge your reaction.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s show him.” Kaiser murmurs, ghosting the shell of your ear as he slowly raises your shirt up to reveal your bare breasts.

Ness’ adams apple bobs at the sight as he swallows thickly, sweat trickles down his brow as he watches Kaiser continue to roll your nipples under his thumbs.

“He’s practically fucking drooling.” Kaiser mocks, rutting his hips against you as your clit throbs between your thighs.

“Wanna touch them?” Kaiser smirked as he cupped your round breasts, smoothing his calloused thumbs over your pebbled nipples as he rut his crotch into the small of your back. Warm lips peppering kisses against the curve of your neck as he watched his friends tongue dart out to wet his lips, magenta eyes focused on your chest.

Ness leaves his locker wide open as he steps closer, a hand tentatively reaching out to paw at the swell of your exposed breasts. Your gasp catches in your throat as your back arches into his touch, a stark contrast to how rough and certain Kaisers movements always are. The slightest ghost of his palm against your skin as he tests the waters, feeling the weight of one in his palm as you moan softly.

“Pretty.” He mumbles.

“She’s pretty all over.” Kaiser coos, sliding his palm along your exposed tummy as he reaches the hem of your skirt, disappearing beneath the material to cup your clothed cunt. Feeling the heat radiating from your core as he feels just how wet the fabrics become from what’s going on in the room. An indication that you were enjoying this far more than you were letting on.

“She’s got the prettiest pussy too, you wouldn’t believe.” He grins against your cheek, slender fingers delving beneath the flimsy panties you decided to wear today as he brushes through the slick drooling from your tight hole, “Wanna see?”

[playboysaleen]

Kalopisa.

Kalopisa: (n.) The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are. 

Parings: Victoria Neuman x Supe!Reader (GN) (Slight AU)

Chapter One - Chapter Two

Summary: You never had the best life. Being abducted at a young age, being raised in the most wanted mafia as a weapon, hell- becoming the most feared in the gang. But…Truth is, you only wanted freedom. Being able to wake up and not have to wonder if you were going to see the sunset again. What happens when your wish partially comes true and you are offered your freedom but at what cost? Oh, you’ll see. 

Warnings: Death, Swearing, and supes dawg.

Word Count: 2.5k (Shits not proof read.)

Slight AU.  Slight German and Italian dialect. Reader does have a french accent. 

I just had to write about my girl I cant get her out of my head and im swooning over every little thing i see on all my timelines. AND the audacity for her to pop up in my dream just confirmed it for me to write this. my other fic Metanoia just helped me come up with a good plot for this one. I hope you all enjoy and bare with me on this one. RIP my shawty bae.

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“Boss is waiting for you in his office.” 

You fluttered your eyes open, adjusting from the bright lamp that lit the small room you laid in. Swinging your feet over the small cot, you leaned over placing your elbows on your knees. What the fuck does he want now? Another family shredded to bits? Another Cocaine bust? Yawning, you rubbed the remaining blood that was stained on your arms- you just wanted to sleep ‘forever’. You stood on your feet sending the buff man a nod walking out your room into the hallway as he followed you. 

“Boss is very happy man with what you done last night.” He spoke as the both of you made way through the corridors into the ‘cafeteria’. Sending your hellos with a nod to the men cleaning weapons a man stood up waving the two of you down. 

“Danill, did you give boss the news?” Alexi asked. Rolling your eyes, Dani grumbled out something to the man which sent him planting his feet yelling out, 

“Das kann doch nicht dein Ernst sein!” (You can’t be serious) Danill placed a hand against your chest stopping your walk to the private hall. He sent you a look which you nodded turning on your heels walking to the man. Everyone went quiet and the only thing that could be heard was the echo of your combat boots against the concrete floor. Sending the man a tight lipped smile, your hand gripped his jaw staring deep into his orbs. 

“Why don’t you sit back down and clean those guns you depend on huh?” You whispered looking between both his eyes. You could smell the fear coursing through his veins, his body began to squirm under your stare, he sent you a nod as you let him go.

“Get back to fucking work.” You grumbled out which he cowered away back to his table with the rest of his workers. You started back walking to the door that was guarded by two men, Dani sent them a nod causing them to move out the way. Walking down the long hall, you turned to Dani hearing his heartbeat speed up. 

“Something is not right.” He whispered, the door coming in view. Grabbing the door handle, the hairs on your arms rose. Looking back at Dani, heat engulfed you as you were blown back into the wall. You laid under a pile of rubble, alarms blaring all around you- everyone was on their feet. Gunshots were heard and the smell of blood was loud. 

“FBSA!” Someone yelled out. Using the strength you have left, you moved the pillar that was laid on top of you, moving it across the hall. Groaning at the pain now subsiding, you limped to the bosses room looking out the window to see nothing but war.  

“Alptraum.” You turned to see Danill leaning against the doorframe. He sent you a light nod holding his lower abdomen. Blood swarmed your nostrils when your eyes widen, 

“Go, this is your time.” You saw blood spilling from his lips as he spoke. All you could do is nod, his body dropped against the floor when you grabbed the iron bars from the window swiftly yanking it off. Sitting on the windowpane with one foot out, you heard footsteps and comms from Americans. You huffed taking one last look at Danill’s lifeless body dropping out the window onto the moist grass. You sprinted the scene as fast and discreetly as possible. 

After running a few miles, your head was filled on what to do- better yet who to call. Placing your hood on top of your head to shield what you could for your identity. A view of a diner was seen a few yards down from your position. Huffing, you adjusted your hood walking down to the front doors, looks were thrown your way with the blood, debris and injuries that were visible. Leaning against the bar, you sent a look towards the man taking orders from the couple just a few chairs down. 

“You look like you got in a fight with the Seven.”  A young boy joked out in front of you. Eyeing his work attire, you grabbed a fist full of his shirt pulling him centimeters from your face. 

“I will send your head directly to the Seven if you press that button.” You whispered, both your eyes and his slowly moved down over the register where his finger hovered over the red button. You stared back when he looked up flashing him a wide smile. The color drained from his face when he saw the large fangs poking out your gums. 

“Give me your phone….now.” You gritted out, he nodded, removing his hand from the button grabbing the phone from his pocket, placing the device on the table. You grabbed the device shoving it into your pocket letting go of the boys uniform. You gave him one more smile backing out the diner to the side of the building. You fumbled the phone out of your pocket dialing the only number you could remember. The line rang until you heard the voice you didn't think would bring a small smile out of you. 

“de quoi avez-vous besoin?” (What do you need?) He mumbled out. Clanging and banging was heard in the background, this man never catches a break. 

“Cela fait longtemps Frenchie.” (It’s been a while Frenchie.)  You spoke looking around, a loud bang was heard then silence. 

“Cauchemar.” 

You chuckled nodding, 

“The one and only.” You breathed out, making your way across the street. He laughed softly through the phone when you heard hurried footsteps. 

“Where are you kid?” You looked around, giving him the street sign and diner name. An engine roared and tires screeching was heard from the phone, you hummed leaning against the wall feeling the adrenaline fade. 

“Please hurry.” You begged when the weight of the phone was too overbearing to hold causing it to drop onto the ground. Your legs bucked as you slid down the wall sitting onto the ground. You could hear Frenchie on the phone asking if you were okay. You hummed letting the black dots swarm your vision. 

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“Oui, who the fuck is laying on your therapy couch M.M?” A voice was heard awaking you from your slumber. You lifted your head eyeing the man speaking, Frenchie stood from his stepping in front of the man with his hands up. M.M handed you a water bottle in which you kindly accepted, grabbing the top of the bottle you struggled to open due to the shaking in your hands. 

A hand was placed on top of yours when you turned to face a woman sending you a small smile. She carefully took the bottle from your hands, opening it with ease. Damn PTSD. 

      “You brought a stray from the street so Kimiko can have herself a friend?” the man spoke out pointing your way, you rolled your eyes sending Kimiko a look. 

She started moving her hands, tilting your head trying to grasp what was going on. Frenchie appeared behind her, sending her a smile while you heard M.M and the other man walk out. 

  “Forgive Butcher, he is ah… “ he started but Kimiko (you're assuming) signed and you snorted. 

                  “an asshole?” you whispered. Kimiko nodded happily, patting Frenchies' arms. Frenchie smiled nodding, pointing your way. 

“Now you got your rest, what happened?” Frenchie whispered taking a seat next to you. You placed your head in your hands groaning softly. 

“FBSA infiltrated the underground.” You answered still in your same position. The underground was your home for as long as you could remember. Everything was ‘perfect’ in your eyes. Well, they clothed you. Put food in your stomach and gave you everything you needed to feel at home but everything comes with a price right? You’ve grown used to walking back to your room (A literal cell but with shit load of space and air conditioning.) soaked in blood. Your thrist was quenched, but more lives were added to your book that you took. The cries still echoed in the back of your mind but after your first real interaction it all became numb. Walking into some italian home during a night of a full thunderstorm after slaughtering and draining the entire malitia that had the entire area guarded. You could remember the cries of a woman who cradled her dead child with the other staring at you with pleading eyes. The man had a gun to the childs head speaking non-sense but everything turned dark when the triggered was pulled and you were too late. You were ordered to kill all but it left a foul taste in your mouth when you turned away from the mans body that the blood began to soak the very exspensive carpet to see the mother staring back at you. She begged you to kill her. You could remember her cries, 

“Prendi la mia vita!” (Take my life!)

“Lasciami stare con i miei figli.” (Let me be with my children.)

You lost it that night. You watched the sun peak from the horizon as the storm clouds evaporated from the sky till Danill was at your door again escorting you to the boss for your next body to kill… and drain. 

“Merda…well you are safe now.” Frenchie spoke giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. You sent him a nod burying your head into his chest. Frenchie was like a big brother when he was doing his time with the underground. From him teaching you how to disassemble firearms when you were in your early teenage years to watching you shove a partial AK-47 into a mans throat that had the intent on ending Frenchies life. 

“I heard all of the things going on,” You spoke standing up walking to his desk grabbing the handgun examining the faded stickers. You chuckled softly waving the firearm his way, he snorted shaking his head, “I hope this still has the powers you used to tell me about.” 

Frenchie huffed out a laughter signing something to Kimiko which she smiled softly your way, you sent her a bashful nod. The door opened revealing a very stressed Hugie and- 

“Huh, I did not know you worked for the Seven Frenchie, c'est super” (that’s great) you mumbled out sending a glare towards the woman in her normal attire. Hugies eyes widen jogging your way, 

“Long time no see huh.” Hugie laughed out bringing you into a hug, you accepted but once you seen the womans stare you slightly released. 

“I used to buy some tech from his store.” You mumbled at Frenchies fatherly stare. Hugie used to be the only friend you could talk to outside the underground. Your daily runs to the store for more techware for the guys lead to you leaning against the front desk laughing at his horrible dad jokes. Hugies expression soon changed once he connected the dots, 

“You’re a supe…” He whispered. You nodded patting his back, turning to the woman sending her a glare, 

“But it is funny how you hated them and here you are banging one.” Frenchie chuckled but quickly wrapped his arms around you when the girl infront of you took a step forward. 

“Alright, what’s your fucking problem?” The woman seethed trying to lock her gaze behind a panicking Hugie. You sent her a tight lipped smile, 

“Oh, I did not know THE starlight had a mouth on her.” You joked but coughed when Frenchie sent a warning finger into your side. He sent you a look which you stood straight nodding. What? You could go all day getting under this little twinklers skin but Frenchie was family and you did not want to make his friends your enemies. You raised your hands, surrendering. 

“Okay, désolé.” (sorry) you mumbled taking a step away from Frenchie sending Annie a nod and an extending hand. “No more. I can not make enemies with Frenchies little family.” You spoke out sincerely to which she shook your hand not without getting in a very tight squeeze. 

“So, what brings you here?” Hugie spoke out, you looked over to Frenchie as he answered for you and decided to give your whole life story too. You wandered around the office building sending them a nod or a tight lipped smile every now and then till you heard Frenchie slip up a little more than what needed to be said, 

“Enough Frenchie, I think they have all the background they need on me.” You argued, Frenchies mouth shut when Hugie, Annie and Kimikos eyes were on you. You hated the stares but with the new information they knew…who knows. 

“You guys got a new plan to take down Homelander is what I am hearing.” A voice was heard from the door when all eyes turned. Your vision blurred and the overbearing feeling of anger bubbled in your chest. 

“Neuman. What a surprise.” Frenchie mumbled out dropping onto his chair rolling his eyes. You darted towards the woman bumping Kimikos shoulder in the process of her trying to stop you. Placing a hand around the womans neck you shoved her against the wall, everyone went into panic mode. 

“You…killed Malina.” You gritted out pushing your hand deeper into her neck when you noticed her face turning purple. Her eyes turned white but a sinister smiled painted yours when you leaned closer placing your lips near her ear. 

“Your little powers do not work on me mon amour,” You whispered, her eyes were now back to normal filled with fear when your eyes ran over her face, “I am a blood drainer, not a blood storer.” You removed your hand from her neck watching her slide down the wall but kept her eyes locked onto yours. Taking a few steps back, you stared at her in disgust when she stood to her feet pointing your way. 

“I do not recall such name.” She argued, you rolled your eyes dismissing her ability to rile you up. You shook your head, walking to the couch taking a seat next to a surprised Kimiko. 

“I am not going to waste my time with a murderer.” you mumbled out and right on que Butcher and M.M walked in. Everyone was in complete shock at what just happened, Butcher looked around the room looking for some sort of answer. 

“Looks like you all got your tongues scraped out, no offense Kimiko.” He sent a smile to the girl who glared his way. 

“Vicky just tried to blow Frenchies friends head and well, she can’t.” Hughie spoke, M.M and Butcher turned to you with wide eyes. 

“Well, what do we have here.” Butcher sang out making his way towards where you were now seated at the windowpane. You flashed him your fangs which he stopped smiling.

“A bloody vampire.” 

“I am called many things.” You started looking out at the window watching the waterdroplets paint the glass. “Cauchemar, Koshmar, Alptraum, der Teufel, other names that make this gift I have a sickness but I will stop at nothing to kill Homelander.” You finished turning your way to the people watching you. Everyone held a different look but you couldn’t stop your eyes locking on to the one person you wanted to drain every last drop of blood stored within them. 

Victoria Neuman.

[lwolfcat429]

Raising Zeus's child p2

(I know this isn't very popular but I like this idea so... Suck it up... Kindly)

Anyway

You made the honest mistake of taking the child, you named (since his biological mother didn't) Alexis meaning "helper" or "defender", to the beach. You did soon care for the boy, just out of fear of the gods but to genuinely love him motherly, so you took him out for a walk and happen to walk on the beach, Zeus had learned he had a half immortal son again, so he told the gods to watch out for him. Poseidon saw you and him and instead knew, that was his brothers' son but he didn't immediately show himself, no he watched you. He watched as you played with him in the water, showing him differently sea creatures before releasing them back to the water. You were so kind and beautiful (and has a great body) you almost immediately caught his attention, he watched you more and more, you spoke so softly and sweetly to Alexis he couldn't imagine not having more children with you. It worsended when a randim man flirted you and when he was about to take it too far, you punched him before grabbing Alexis and running to safety-- oh...his..father--you were hot, who doesn't want a kind, thoughtful and strong willed baddie as a bride.

Ever since then Poseidon disguises himself as a friendly neighbor or friend that helps with Alexis, help feeding him, helps clean the house, helps with the garden, help watch Alexis on walks. Then Zeus comes along, also disguised but still claims to be Poseidons brother.

Zeus did want to meet his son but with hera, Olympus, and being literal king of gods, he had duties to perform but was able to sneak away long enough to interact with you and his son.

As you two spoke, Zeus was asking about you to be polite even when his brother said he (Zeus) was probably too busy to chat, Zeus ignored Poseidon and listened to you talk about you and Alexis..when he asked about who the father might be, you quickly shut that down, (again not knowing he was Zeus),

" I don't know. Or care. He hasn't tried to see his son yet, he has to prove himself to me before I let him see Alexis, you can never be too careful; some people are real sickos, I wouldn't let Alexis get guy willingly"

God dam-- now Zeus hooked, but he knew he didn't have sex with you so... He asked if the dad was there during the birth, you explained you weren't the actual mother of Alexis but took care of him since his mother stopped and sorta abandoned him.... saY WHAT NOW--- Zeus was pissed, he just learned the biological mother of his son... Stopped caring, okay noted.... Gonna see her later about that-- Zeus apologized but you said it was nothing, you actually hadn't had plans to have kids so, this was a win win for you, you didn't want a painful birth but also you didn't have anyone to have a child with so... Win-win. Zeus and Poseidon were a little upset you didn't want kids, but ya know, that's fine, they can make new ones for you to foster later.

It was a nice chat, actually, Zeus and Poseidon learned you and Alexis needed to be protected.... Perhaps they can go a little far sometimes

" what the fuck?! " --R

*reader yells suddenly waking up in Olympus*

[twilight-nephilim]

Do I wanna know ? || Blue Lock

Blue lock headcanons ! : Red flags + Arguments

Characters : Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Michael Kaiser & Alexis Ness (Separately)

Description: Their red flags in a relationship and how your arguments would look like

Word Count: 957

Warning/s: Arguments, All of them are assholes here, Mild swearing, Degradation, Emotional manipulation, Slight Abuse, Toxic Relationships, Kaiser, Most of this might be OOC

Note: This was originally supposed to be crack hcs but I thought it would be fun to make it serious 😭I am not romantacizing any of these red flags and if these things are happening in your irl relatioship please seek help

Rin Itoshi

After his brother left he started to act coldly to everyone else- including you.

As he would dedicate his entire life to football, it meant sometimes ignoring your needs,

Whether intentionally or unintentionally he would brush you off, leaving you to deal with things alone

Rin would be insensitive towards your feelings- saying things that would hurt you unknowingly

“You know… You didn’t need to say that…” You looked down at the ground as Rin just stared at you coldly, as if you were nothing. “Say what? That you aren’t important enough for me to care about? I talk to you almost everyday, isn’t that enough?” He said, his voice laced with venom. It hurt you, to say the least. Was it the way he said it so indifferently? Or was it the way he looked at you as if you were a nobody, someone who he just saw as a stepping stone to his goal. “Rin ! Can’t you just understand that you can’t just say that to me and expect me not to feel hurt from it?! Why do you treat me as just a ‘someone’ to you!? I’m your fucking girlfriend for god’s sake— can’t you understand that I need you to at least talk to me and act like you love me?!…”

Sae Itoshi

Similar to rin, he would act cold to you, but unlike rin he does it intentionally

Sae could ghost you for days and respond with a simple “k”

He doesn’t really realize that what he’s doing is a bad thing, and he refuses to accept his faults

Doesn’t trust you AT ALL but he himself lies or keeps things from you intentionally

“Sae… We need to talk” You looked at your boyfriend as he was laying on your bed, he turns to look at you with a bothered look. “What is it this time Y/n…” Sae groaned as he got his phone to do something. “Sae- listen, I know it’s kind of selfish for me to ask but… can you try to make time for me… You never really talk to me that much anymore…” You mumbled, but it was loud enough for Sae to hear you. “Am I not good enough for you?” He asked rhetorically with an annoyed look on his face. “No- That’s not what I meant-“ You shrieked as Sae suddenly stood up and walked up to you and grabs your wrist. “Then stop being selfish. I’m here aren’t I? I took a trip away from Spain to see you, can’t you just be thankful that I’m spending my time with someone as worthless as you?”

Michael Kaiser

Michael is a really complex character to say the least,

He can manipulate you into doing things that would benefit him under the guise of “making him happy”

Forces you to be more dependent on him so you feel more obligated to do what he wants

Sae 2.0 but worse

Puts himself above you, seeing you as just a emotional support when he’s upset

Expects you to be there for him whenever he’s angry or distressed, but doesn’t do the same for you because he thinks he’s more important than you.

Has MAJOR attachment issues and even if things got extremely toxic you couldn’t leave. He either guilts you into staying or you just come back to him.

You walked up to Kaiser after one of his matches, “Michael… I don’t know if it’s the right time, but can we talk?” Kaiser looked at your serious face with his usual playful look. “What is it, mein liebling? I don’t have all day” He said with a playful yet degrading tone. “I… I wanna break up, this isn’t working out. I just feel exhausted—“ You were cut off as Kaiser grabbed your wrist, his nails digging into your skin. “If you think you can leave me just like that, then you're fucking stupid” He pushed you down on the ground as he moved his hand to grab your hair, “I'm the only who would ever love your pathetic ass; you're worthless without me, so don't even try to leave me. Understood?”

Alexis Ness

Ness gets jealous easily. Seeing how he acts around kaiser, it’s not too far fetched to think he would act the same around his partner.

He doesn’t let you go out alone because he’s afraid that you would leave him for someone else.

Overprotective in a bad way

He gets picky over what you wear because it will attract attention and someone might ‘steal’ you from him

Will get into fights with you over kaiser

Guilt tripper pt. 2

“No. You will not go out tonight.” Ness said as he stared at you from the hallway, “Why not? I'm just gonna go out with my friend, and it's a mall ‘Lexis, It's not like I'm gonna leave you…” You explained but he ignored you and walked to the door, effectively stopping you from leaving. “Y/n… Why can’t you just listen to me!? You’re always picking someone over me, do you even love me anymore!?” Ness started crying, in shock you instinctively hugged him, as an attempt to comfort. “No wait— That’s not what I meant ‘Lexis, of course I love you. Please… don’t cry over me… I won’t leave anymore, I’ll stay.” You said as you tried to comfort Ness, you failed to notice the smirk he held.

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

Rebuild & Restore - Chapter 9

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All Falls Down (Prequel)

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Kiyana stared off in the direction that Elijah had walked off in, rubbing her arm in the spot that he had grabbed. “Oh naw, he ain’t getting away with this shit.” She muttered as she stormed towards Alexis’ room. She knew how it felt to have a cheated husband and she would never want another woman to feel the way she had. 

“Oh, Kiyana! Bae this is the girl I was telling you about.” Alexis smiled at Kiyana as she walked into the room. “Thank you for paging him. I don’t know what he has a phone for, he never answers it.” Alexis teased her husband, staring up at him with adoration and love in her eyes and Kiyana felt like she was gonna throw up right then and there. It made her sick to know that Elijah was nothing more than a cheating sociopath, just like Josh. 

“Well, I'm happy to help.” Kiyanna finally responded, having to tear her eyes away from the couple in front of her. Her eyes kept wandering down to his wedding ring and all she could think was ‘how could I be so stupid.’  This man was married with THREE kids that he failed to mention. How sick can one person actually be? 

Kiyana checked on Alexis and the baby, not looking in Eli’s direction, even though she felt his eyes on her. His cheating, deceiving eyes.  “Everything looks good right now. If you need anything, just hit that red button right there and someone will come to help.” Kiyana recited the lines from the employee handbook perfectly before turning and walking out of the room before Elijah or Alexis could say anything. 

She closed her eyes and leaned against the closed door, letting out a breath before walking over to the nurses station. “Girl, you still taking care of her?” When Kiyana nodded, Debra shook her head. “You better than me.”  

“I wanted to tell her so bad how much of a scumbag her husband is” Kiyana spat out. Eyes narrowing on the door to room 302. “But something in me just couldn’t. Maybe cause I’ve been in her position before.” Kiyana shrugs, looking down at her bare left hand and frowning. 

Your ex-husband cheated on you?” Debra asked, giving Kiyana a look of pity, which Kiyana ignored. 

“Yup, he um- he cheated on me while I was pregnant with our youngest.. With some chick he worked with.. Same exact situation, different roles.” Kiyana said as she made eye contact with Elijah who had just walked out of the hospital room. He walked past the nurses station, head held high as he ignored the glare Debra was sending his way. 

“If you wanna go home. It’s okay. I’ll cover for you.” Kiyana shook her head. 

“Nope. I am sick and tired of letting men ruin my day.” 

“Daddy can we go see mommy at work?” Josh stopped searching his mother’s refrigerator for something for his boys to eat and checked his watch. 11:54 am.  it was almost time for Kiyana to go to lunch anyway. 

“Yeah, we can do that. Go tell grandma we leaving.” He said sending Kaiden to do his dirty work. Talisua was beyond pissed at him, ever since he told her he crashed Kiyana’a date a couple of days ago. She had called him selfish and insensitive. He agreed with the selfish part, because he was, he wholeheartedly agreed with that. He wanted Kiyana to himself and he was going to do everything in his power to get his wife… ex-wife back. 

“You couldn’t come tell me you were leaving on your own?” Talisua asked as she walked into the kitchen holding Kairo and Josh sighed. 

“Ma’, I don’t wanna fight with you.” 

“I don’t wanna fight with you neither son. I just want you to understand how unfair you are being to Kiyana.” Josh sighed again and resisted the urge to roll his eyes, not waiting to get smacked upside his head. “She deserves to move on.” 

“And I deserve a chance to fix my mess. To make everything right again.” Josh stressed, staring his mom down, he was tired of hearing that Kiyana needs to move on, because no the hell she doesn’t. “Pops cheated on you and had Melvania and you still stayed with him and had four kids. He deserved a second chance, so why don’t I?” For the first time in 38 years, Josh had stumped his mom. He knew bringing up his father’s cheating ways was mean and unnecessary, but he needed to get his point across. 

“Me and your father were not married though Joshua! He didn’t break a vow to me like how you did to Kiyana.” 

“That’s not fair ma’” Josh shot back. “Pops wanted to make things right and you let him, why are you giving me a hard time when I’m trying to do the same?” Talisua’s features softened as she walked closer to her son and grabbed his hand. 

“Son, it’s not the same. I know you wanna fix things with Kiyana. I would love it if y’all were back on the same page, but you hurt her. You hurt her during one of the toughest moments of her life because of your selfishness. Yes, your father has made mistakes but he allowed me to work through my pain on my own, he gave me space and that’s what you’re not giving Kiyana.” 

“Space? She already went on a damn date mom!” Josh responded, raising his voice. "I know I messed up, I admit that. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to fix things. Kiyana means everything to me."

“Joshua,” Talisua said softly, squeezing his hand gently, “I know how much she means to you but, She needs space okay? Just let her come back to you.” Josh shook head head 

“Nah, I can’t just sit back and watch while she dates other men. I can’t do that.” 

“Then, I can’t help you Josh. You’re own your own.” Talisua handed Kairo over before walking out of the kitchen. 

“We don’t need her,” Josh muttered to a smiling Kairo. “You’ll help me get mommy back right?”  Josh let out a sigh before calling out to Kaiden, “Kai, come on. Let’s go see mommy!”  

As Josh and his two boys were heading towards his truck, he let out a groan as he saw Joe leaning against it. 

“Uncle Joe!” Kaiden called out, letting go of his fathers hand and running towards Joe, who swooped down and picked him up.

“Man whatcho’ big ass  doin’ here?”  Josh asked, unlocking his car door and placing Kairo in his carseat. 

“I ain't come to argue with you.” Joe said softly. “Jon said you might be here and I just wanted to talk,”  Josh sucked his teeth and moved to the driver's side, starting the car and rolling the windows down. “Josh, I told you the other day I was sorry about how all that shit went down with Kiyana.” 

“Aye Uce,” Josh chuckled bitterly,  “You fucked my wife. Then called me so I could hear it!” Josh seethed, damn-near snatching Kaiden out of Joe’s arms. “You lucky you not six feet underground.”

Joe and Josh stood there staring at each other. Josh’s eyes were filled with hate and anger while Joes’ was filled with regret and sadness about how this whole situation went. He still believed in his heart that Kiyana deserves someone better than Josh, but he also knew that the love that they had for each other was genuine and real. Joe would be a hypocrite if he held Josh accountable for his cheated, it’s not like Joe hasn’t cheated on his girlfriends in the past. 

“Look I’m sorry alright? I don’t wanna fight with you no more Josh. I miss my favorite cousin.” Josh’s eyes softened at Joe’s confession. 

“Daddy, I thought we were going to see mommy?” Kaiden interrupted the two of them and Joe looked at Josh with hopeful eyes. 

“Y’all going to see Key? Can I come? I was going to see her before I left for Miami.” Josh started shaking his head, he opened his mouth to tell him no but Kaiden spoke again. 

“Hurry! Or we’re gonna miss mommy!” Kaiden yelled out growing inpatient. 

“Fine, Get in the damn car Uce.” Josh grunted out, lip curling in disgust as Joe opened his passenger side door and slid his big ass in. 

12:00 pm. 

Kiyana leaped from her chair and grabbed her bag immediately heading for the elevator. “Take as long as you want!" Debra called out and Kiyana gave a thumbs up in return just as the elevator doors closed. Since there was a ban on cell phones during work hours, she had to wait to tell Samara all about Elijah and his lying, cheating ass

She let out a curse as she looked down at her arm where Elijah had grabbed, a nasty bruise had formed. Just looking at the bruise had her blood boiling. ‘I should go back up there and tell his wife everything.’ She thought as the elevator doors opened up on the ground floor. 

Kiyana had pulled up Samara’s contact and was about to press call when a loud “MOMMY!”  echoed around the surprisingly quiet main entrance. An immediate smile was on Kiyana’s face as she recognized her son’s voice. 

“Kai!” Kiyana called out, kneeling down and capturing him in a tight hug that she needed at that moment.  

“Hi mommy, I miss you.” Kaiden muttered into the shirt of her scrubs and it took everything in Kiyana not to burst into tears right there as she placed a kiss to the top of his head. 

“I miss you too Kai.” 

“Damn, I be gone weeks at a time and he’s never ran to me like that” Kiyana rolled her eyes with a chuckle before turning towards Josh and… Joe? Who was pushing Kairo in his stroller. Her eyes widened as she took in the two Samoans. 

“What the fuck?” She whispered. She tried to asked him what he was doing there, but all she could muster was another , “What the fuck?” 

As Kiyana stood to her full height, the bruise on her arm caught Josh's attention. “What’s that?” He asked, drawing Joe’s attention to the bruise as well.

“Oh, it’s nothing, I bumped into something earlier.” She muttered, looking anywhere but at Josh and that's when he knew she was lying. 

“Kiyana.” He narrowed his eyes on her. “That shit wasn’t there this morning.” 

“Josh, please.” She pleaded. “Y’all came here to eat, so let's go do that.” She said grabbing Kaiden’s hand and walking towards the cafeteria but Josh grabbed her other hand, stopping her. “Josh, stop” She whispered and he shook his head. 

“It was that nut ass dude you went out with wasn’t it?” 

“Aye, he put his hands on you KiKi?” Joe chimed in and Kiyana’s bottom lip quivered and that’s when Josh lost it. 

Josh's jaw was clenched tight as he asked her, “Where he at Kiyana? He thinks he can put his hands on you and get away with it?” 

Kiyana shook her head,  "Josh, please," she pleaded again, placing her hand on his chest, trying her hardest to calm him down, but he was pissed and past the point of calming down. “We got the kids here.” 

“And they need to see what happens when someone puts their hands on their mama. I don’t play that shit Key, divorced or not.” The elevator doors opened and Kiyana cursed as Josh’s eyes zeroed in on Elijah. “You put your fucking hands on my wife?” Josh called out and before Elijah could even comprehend what was going on, Josh walked up and threw a mean right hook, knocking Elijah down to the ground. 

The security guard, who had overhead what Elijah did, took his time getting up from his seat. He stretched and yawned before slowly making his way over to them. Kiyana took the stroller from Joe and pushed him in Josh’s direction, “Please do something!” She called out, covering Kaiden’s eyes so he wouldn’t see what his dad was doing. 

“Josh.. Josh come on man, you got him.” Joe said as he pulled Josh off of Elijah but not without getting his own kicks in. 

“Alright, that's enough” The security guard called out as he finally made his way over to them. 

“This shit ain’t over!” Josh called out to Elijah who was holding his jaw, glaring at him. “Imma catch ya’ bum ass again!” Josh pushed the guard away from him and grabbed Kiyana's hand, leading her out of the hospital. 

“And don’t put your hands on my mommy again!” 

Welp... Honestly.... i can't write a fight scene to save my life but imma work on it and trust, this aint the last time Josh gon get his hands on Elijah!

If then ending seems rushed, I apologize it is 3:35 am and I wanted to get this out b/c I won't have any time later on in the day to publish 🙃.

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Maid cafe reactions!?

A/N: Am I the only person that loves maid cafe fics? I love them bro. They are so funny GHAKAJAJAKAJ

Characters: Bachira Meguru, Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness, Rin Itoshi, Kenyu Yukimiya, Hiori Yo

Warning: English isn't my first language. I'm sorry If there's any mistakes.

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You started to work in a maid cafe. You always thought that they look so cute (the things that makes them cute is the maids ofc). You thought it wouldn't be bad If you work in there.

As usual, after school you went to the cafe to work. You wore your maid outfit and started to work. While you received customer's orders the door opened and you saw your classmate.

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𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮:

His honest reaction was 😳🤯😩. He looked you up and down. You didn't have any other choice than went to him. You went to him while blushing and greeted him.

“W-welcome...”

“Huh? Just welcome? Don't you think you should be nicer to me~?”

You wanted to punch him. But you tried to calm down.

“Welcome Master.”

Bachira smirked. He was enjoying himself.

“Be a good girl~”

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫 + 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐍𝐞𝐬𝐬:

Kaiser was surprised to be honest. But he saw this a chance to tease you. Ness was with him ofc. He was always with him like he is Kaiser's tail. Kaiser tapped Ness shoulder and whispered him.

“Ness~ Don't you think Y/N looks cute~?”

“H-Heh!?”

Oh, you want to know Ness's reaction? He was a blushing mess. He thought you looked as cute as hell in that maid outfit. While Ness was lost in his thoughts, Kaiser called you.

“Y/N! Hello~”

You went to them and greeted them.

“Uhh hello.”

Kaiser raised his eyebrow.

“You should say ‘Hello masters’. Greet us again.”

“Hello masters.”

Kaiser chuckled while blushing and Ness... Uhh... Actually Ness was trying to stop his nosebleed.

𝐑𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢:

Please don't even ask why was he there. His eyes widened when he saw you. He tried to ignore you but the blush on his face was obvious. You went to him and greeted him.

“Hello master...”

Rin was blushing more now. He tried to not look at you so much.

“Uh-huh hello...”

What was he thinking about you? Well... I will explain simply.

He was never a fan of maid cafes but he somehow changed his mind and visited the cafe everyday to see you.

𝐘𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐮:

THE MOST NORMAL. I mean... Of course when he saw you he blushed slightly.

“Hello master...”

He tried to give you a warm smile.

“Ah- Hello Y/N. I didn't know you're working in a maid cafe... You look pretty.”

He really meant it. He thought you looked so pretty and cute. You couldn't help but blush at his comment.

“T-Thanks..!”

𝐇𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐘𝐨:

It was a VERY GOOD surprise for him. He already liked you and seeing you in a maid dress!? Oh he felt like he is in heaven. He blushed so much and stuttered while trying to talk with you.

“Hello master...”

WAIT- you actually called him master? Oh congratulations you gave him a heart attack.

“U-Uh... I-It's nice to s-see you Y/N!”

He thought you were the most adorable girl with maid outfit in the world!

[sigmasemen]

WHEN THEY GIVE YOU THEIR COAT. (1/2)

multiple blue lock characters x reader

tags: established relationship, tooth rotting fluff, short headcanons.

taglist: n/a currently.

characters: jingo raichi, meguru bachira, yo hiori, kurona ranze, sae itoshi, gin gagamaru, michael kaiser, kenyu yukimiya, alexis ness, gender neutral!reader.

word count: 2348

extra notes: reposted from my wattpad ^—^ !! older work… you cannot get me to read this shit. had to post it in multiple parts sorry y’all!!

JINGO RAICHI:

- He's definitely the sort of guy to get embarrassed that he did it. However, he'd also do it for the sweetest reason. Even if it comes at his own expense.

- Probably something simple. A sudden snow storm during your date, he realizes you're shivering as you walk home. At first, he tries just giving you his mittens but your shivering gets worse.

- "Just- Just take this." He throws his jacket over you in seconds, not making eye contact as he does it. You smiled like an idiot when he did it but he just played it off.

- You end up keeping it for a long time, and even though he's embarrassed about the story behind it, he thinks you look really nice in it. He's even got a photo of you in it that he gushes over! 

- "Gushes over" mostly internally. He tries his best to never gush aloud about you. A hard but needed challenge.

- One of his friends tease him about the jacket though (Probably Bachira) and he ends up shouting at him to stop laughing. 

- The walk of shame to Ego's office to ask for a new coat because his old one was "lost" was known amongst all teams for months.

MEGURU BACHIRA:

- Another sudden storm on your date, except you're both out of a restaurant. (McDonalds, specifically. He took you there because he knew it was gonna rain and he wanted somewhere closer to home. You ended up spending too much time fooling around on the kids area (got kicked out because you're both teenager.))

- Bachira doesn't notice at first. In fact, he's shivering himself. He loves thunder and even attempts to jump in puddles with you. 

- Even though you're cold, you try your best to focus on your lovely boyfriend's smile and how happy he seems doing this.

- And not the freezing feeling you feel in your hands and thighs.

- Except after one of his louder and harder splashes, you shiver quite intensely. 

- "Oh? Oh!" He probably looks so shocked, but immediately gets close to you and throws his jacket over the both of you. Even if a good portion of Bachira is sticking out of it, he doesn't care.

- "First one to my house wins!" And even though you made it, soaked beyond belief (mostly your lower halves from bending over/standing on tippy toes to each other) you're both more than happy.

- For a while, then you realize you're both sick the next day.

- And even though Bachira's teammates tease him for making a mess of himself and getting sick because he wanted to please someone? He smiles and laugh. "It was worth it!"

YO HIORI:

- Hiori is deemed the prettiest and one of the most "gentlemen-like" people in Blue Lock due to how nicely he treats you. This story was actually quite expected and really not a shock at all. They all sort of shrugged it off as they heard and told the others, "Yeah, not a surprise.

- It was a nice day in Blue Lock, the birds (Ego) were chirping (yelling to get to work) and everything seemed to go soundly. Until a certain coach decided that it was too warm and chose to turn up the AC as high as he could.

- So, almost immediately? You were shivering in your spot and holding onto yourself.

- Until a certain pretty boy walked up behind you and tapped your shoulder. He smiled for a second and asked if you were alright.

- "Oh! Yeah, I'll be fine." 

- Hiori pauses and smiles, then wraps his coat around you. "Does that feel better?"

- You pause, then quickly nod and tighten your grip on the zipper of it. "Thanks!"

- Almost immediately does he sit next to you. He isn't a super social person, but that's fine. You aren't one either.

- It's the rare comfortable silence you get around here.

- You fumble with the jacket in your hands, feeling at the pockets until you grasped something. You glanced up at a distracted Hiori, already staring at the corner of the room. So, you dug through your pockets and noticed something.

- "Is this 9S?" It was a small can badge.

- Hiori looked your way and gave a short laugh, "Ah, it is. It's a self indulgent purchase I made last year..." He scratched the back of his head, "Sorry about that!"

- "No! I love 9S!" Your eyes practically lit up as you leaned towards him, "His design, his character, his lore, he's so investing!"

- A pause came from Hiori, before a smile spread across his lips.

KURONA RANZE:

- Kurona is the more silently romantic type. He's not the sort of guy that'll be super PDA like, but he will do a lot of romantic things in private. Like giving you his plate, or letting you touch his shark plush. Hell, he'll even let you feel his teeth and show them off them you ask about them.

- However, the most notable experience of all with him and his private displays of affection are when you two were having a casual walk through Blue Lock. You were just discussing how you wanted to become the best strikers together and your plans for the future, then he paused.

- "Are you cold?" He pointed at the bodysuit, ignoring the fact he was in an identical one. Maybe it was because sharks were secretly warm blooded...

- "Just a bit, I'll be fine!" You smile, then resume your conversation where you had left off.

- Though Kurona was physically present for the entire thing, he seemed to have more on his mind.

- And this somehow led Kurona into your dorm late at night, dropping his jacket off at your dorm along with a note. You knew it was simple, but the small shark doodle with a thumbs up along with his slightly sloppy hand writing made you smile.

- From there on, even if it inconvenienced you, you would wear his coat constantly. During matches, in public, whenever. Every time Kurona sees you with it, it makes him nod. He doesn't smile much, but he always has a slightly less neutral expression his face and occasionally is more touchy.

SAE ITOSHI:

- Sae isn't a particularly romantic person, he only acts romantic when he's dating someone. He's significantly more subtle with his romantic actions. You have one of his jerseys? You probably took it from his locker.

- You've actually given him more of your clothes than he's given you his. He doesn't wear your clothes unless you really nag him about it. Then he'll do it just to make you smile.

- However, there are rare instances where he'll give you just a bit of attention. It's not super pampering, but he will give you his stuff. Specifically his coat if you look cold. It's rare, he does end up asking for it back, but he loans you it a lot.

- You've told him countless times he doesn't have to, but he keeps doing it.

- It's nice. Honestly? It smells just like him. It's surprisingly clean 90% of the time.

- On more often occasions, you're wearing his jersey to surprise him. He always tells you to take it off because he doesn't want it to be messed up (he trusts you, just... Not with his clothing.). He still thinks you look nice in it. 

- He gives you one of his coats and jerseys more permanently after you get married, and then has to pry his eyes away. It just makes you want to wear it all the more. 

- He has a small photo of it that you gifted him in his bottom drawer. He sometimes looks at it but hides it for the most part.

GIN GAGAMARU:

- Gagamaru has a hard time realizing when hems actually being romantic or nice. He does try really hard to make you happy and do all the romantic things in the world for you.

- However, jackets.

- He never understood why partners were so into giving each other coats because he could only imagine how the smell of the jacket would be. Not that you smelled bad, of course not. He thought you smelled great. It would just be foreign.

- However, that all changed when you first offered him your jacket. It was after a chilly day and you wanted to be romantic, so he took it for your approval.

- He wore it for a few days without complaint. He even asked Isagi to wash it a few times. It was a lot different than he'd thought. It was like carrying a bit of you around everywhere you went. Like he had your arms constantly around you. A constant memory of you in his mind, no matter what he was doing.

- He took a lot longer than necessary to give it back, but he gave it back when you needed it again since you were cold.

- You even when he did it, "Isn't this my jacket?"

- "I thought we were sharing it now." He reached over to pat your head gently.

- Well, you accepted pretty quickly that you were going to be sharing a jacket with Gagamaru from now on. Not like that was an issue though. You enjoyed it.

[sugarsfics]

“If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle”

“If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle” 

Summary: Eddie invites you over for a movie night. Movie night is in his room. The only place to sit is his bed. His bed is small 

Trope: Eddie x shy!reader; friends to lovers 

Warning: use of y/n 

30 day challenge: Day 7 Send Request <3 

For the past hour Eddie has been running around the trailer making sure everything was perfect. Why? Because you are coming over, his crush is coming over. He has been crushing on you for a while. Every class he had with you he would find an excuse to talk to you, asking you for a pencil, piece of paper, answers, making a joke, anything to hear you talk or smile. That smile. The first time you smiled at him he was whipped, that smile made him smile, little did you know that when you turned to face the board you took his heart with you. You were very to yourself, only talking when spoken to, you had a small group of friends that he always saw you with. It took time but you eventually got comfortable with him, he was so grateful. P.E was one of your classes together before he sat on the bleachers alone looking at you, now you sit with him P.E became his favorite class. During that class he learned so much about you, this particular class you told him that you love the movie The Outsiders and how you have been waiting for it to be back in the video store. Eddie pulled so string, one of the workers he sells to works there so he told him he would give him a discount if he got the movie once the person returned it. So that brings you to now, he got the movie Monday, told you about Tuesday at school, then made plans to watch it together on Saturday. Since then he has been deep cleaning the trailer. Stressing out a girl is coming over, you are coming over.

You were just as stressed out as much as him. Everything seemed fine in theory of making of plans. But as Saturday came closer the bubblier your stomach got; you were going to Eddie’s house. Eddie what a beautiful man, you had a huge crush on him never in a million years did you think that he would talk to you let alone invite you his house to watch a movie. You triple checked your outfit, sat in front of your mirror in different positions making sure you looked good in all, brushed your teeth, took ten mints, and did everything you could think of to look pretty. When you felt decent you walked out quickly. You try to scurry pass your stepbrother room “Y/N” shit he saw you “Yes” “Where are you going” “out” “where” should you lie or tell him; lie he was way to over protective “To my friend's house” “Which one” think think “Alexis” she will cover for me “Are you going to stay the night” am I? What is going to happen tonight? Those bubble guts came back “I am not sure yet” “ok let me know” “will do Stevie” “Don’t call me that” Yea your stepbrother was Steve Harrington.  

You drove to Eddie’s trying to focus on the road, but your mind couldn’t stop racing. It was a little scary, but you zoned back in when you pulled into the trailer park, not sure how you made it here. Eddie heard a car pull up and quickly looked out the window and saw your sage green car, you said that it was a gift from your grandma when you were 16. He fixed his hair then opened the door for you “Welcome to my castle” he said “hi Eddie” you spoke. There was a small staring contest between you too then Eddie broke the silence “This way to my cave” he led you to his room. You were about to be in a guy's room you thought, she is about to be in my room he thought. “Um movie is in going to grab the popcorn anything to drink?” “Water please” you sounded so sweet and polite he would get you anything if you asked him “Got it make yourself at home” You stared at his bed for a few seconds it was small but there was no other place to sit, so you sat at the corner. He walked in a minute later and was freaking you are on his bed, he tried to hide his excitement and climb into his bed “You can come further in I won’t bite” he joked you crawled next to him didn’t make any eye contact, your bodies were so close together you felt his warmth. Even being so close, your leg was falling off the bed, you tried not to think about how uncomfortable this was going to be. Eddie saw your leg he wanted to grab it a pull it close pull you close, "If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle” Eddie said where did that courage come from “are- are you sure” “Yea I don’t need you falling off” he opened his arms. Your heart started beating fast, there were so many firsts today already and now you are going to be in his arms. Your body didn’t know how to react so you slowing lied on him, he chuckled. As the movie played you slowly melted into him. The movie ended but neither of you moved, if anything you are scooting closer together. Eddie turned you to face him “Hi” “Hi” you giggled “This is nice” “Yea” “Maybe this could be a regular thing” “What do you mean” you asked “Saturday could be movie date nights” “Date? Was this a date” “It could be if you want it to be” there was silence again he thought he messed up “I have never been on a date before” you said shyly “Me either, tonight was a lot of my first” “Me too” you grinned at him. “You were a lot of my firsts” he continued “How” “Well the first girl to come to my house, first girl to be in my bed, first girl I cuddled with” He intertwined your hand together “This is my first time holding a girl's hand and this is my first kiss” he leaned in you met in the middle fireworks explode all around you. He pulled away but you brought him closer “Sorry I um I really liked that” he pecked your lips “So did I” He put on another movie, but you feel asleep “first girl to sleep with me” he laughed cuddling into you more than falling asleep himself . You were awoken by banging on the door. You and Eddie did not want to leave each other’s arms, but it only got louder. “Stay here” he kissed your forehead. He opened the door to a pissed off Steve “Harrington?” “Munson?” “What are you doing here” “Why is my sister's car in your lawn” “Sister?!” 

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hii! Hope your doing well ! Okay so I wanted to make a request that i had in my mind for a little while but..fem reader forbidden love with Arlecchino(sort of) -hear me out🥲

So this could begin with like, the reader being from the orphanage just like Arlecchino back then and like the reader got expelled from it or something realized to the reader being separated from her. And years go on where on a mission (somehow) Arlecchino had too much to drink and had a one night stand with another woman(the reader), Upon the realization and choosing the avoid and forget about the subject, the said subject(reader) stumbles upon the twins and somehow becomes friends with the two meaning the reader eventually gets introduced to Arlecchino and well, it becomes all awkward and stuff since reader could remember sort of glimpses of what had happened and that night.(so sorry, but as I was typing this I had been listening to the song "a little death" by the neighbourhood and got the Idea, but for the rest forgot what else to add so I leave this to you, you don't have to do this if you do not wish to, is just something I had in my mind for a while ♡)

˚ ⋆ﾟ୨୧ Language ୨୧ ˚ ⋆ﾟArlecchino x Fem Reader

Synopsis: Detailed in the request !!

Contains: NSFW (men and minors dni), hurt and comfort, Crucabena mention, one night stand, Arle can’t regulate her emotions…

Listening to ♪ ིྀ: Language - Alexis Munroe

Notes: Hi!! Thank you for requesting such an interesting prompt, I’ll admit i did struggle with this, but it sort of reminded me of the song Language by Alexis Munroe, so I kind of took inspo from that too. I tried to stay along the general lines of your request but I did switch up a few things, I hope you like it!

Tears ran down your cheeks as you were pulled away from Peruere. Your eyes searched her crimson-cross eyes for any form of help, but no matter how many times you had tried to reach for her hand, you were pulled back by the strong Fatui soldiers at your side. “Mother, why?” You struggled against those who were holding you back, by now you were a mess, but you didn’t care. You just needed to know why Mother had wanted to toss you out like nothing. “Because you’re useless to us now. Simple as that.” And with a wave of Crucabena’s hand you were taken away to God knows where.

As you struggled all Peruere could do was watch, paralyzed in fear. Her dear friend was being taken away from her and there was nothing she could do. Your screams of distress rang out in her ears, and it wasn’t until you had been removed from the room could she even register what happened. Silent tears streaked her cheeks as she met Crucabena’s cold gaze. “M-Mother…” Peruere’s voice was so shaky it barely came out as a whisper. “Where are you taking her?” 

It was as if the evil woman had no regard for the child she had just thrown out because when she spoke, she acted like she was talking about taking out the trash. “We shouldn’t keep things that don’t serve us. Don’t you agree.?” Her icy gaze told Peruere that there was no disagreeing with her, so all she could do was nod along. She didn’t feel that way though, she missed her best friend. She would do anything to see her again.

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You were sat at a quaint little bar in your hometown in the Fontaine when the woman a few seats down threw a comment your way. “You might be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, you’re like a doll.” Your eyebrows raised at the familiar voice, you knew that tone from anywhere. Although you were almost 100% sure it was Peruere, you still turned to get a better look. There were those eyes again. Her crimson eyes stared right back at you and you felt your heart almost stop. You had to be sure it was her… “May I ask your name? You look familiar.” You ask, leaning in subtly after returning your own name to her as well.

There had been something you couldn’t quite pin down flash across her features after you said your name, but before you could notice, it was gone. “Arlecchino.” She says quickly. Huh? You thought to yourself. Maybe she had started going by something else, I mean it had been years since you last saw each other. You wondered if she was still working under Crucabena. It stung a little bit that she didn’t even remember you even though you had been so inseparable as children. She was your first friend, your first love. 

“Well Arlecchino, if you think I’m the prettiest woman you’ve ever seen, why don’t you show me?” Maybe it was the alcohol buzzing through your system, but it gave you an extra boost of confidence you wouldn’t have had otherwise. Arlecchino’s cheeks heat up at your words and you can tell she was equally as buzzed as you. “If you insist.” She said with a grin as she extended her gloved hand to you. You tried to hide a gasp when she stood up, but she was just so different from the last time you saw her. She was taller, more mature, but most of all she had a hidden strength to her that you only noticed when she tugged you out of your seat and snaked an arm around your waist.

Her hand rested at your hip and squeezed it firmly as the two of you made your way to her hotel room. You thanked the Archons that her hotel was just a block away from the bar because every moment that you weren’t being ravaged by her it felt like a year was being taken off of your lifespan. You needed her so badly that it was ridiculous, you were just so happy to see her again even if she didn’t seem to recognize you.

Once you had entered the elevator she smashed a finger down on her floor, the top floor you noticed. It seemed as if both of you were waiting for the elevator doors to shut because as soon as they did, Arlecchino’s hands were all over you. She had already begun to unbutton your crisp white shirt, revealing a skimpy black balconette bra that accentuated your breasts perfectly. Lipstick stains littered your chest as she left wet, messy kisses across every bit of exposed skin. She eventually worked her way up to your neck to suck little purple bruises into your delicate skin, and you had to slap a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from letting out a pathetic whine.

You were interrupted by the tell-tale ding of the elevator doors opening, and you two were so caught up with each other that you hadn’t even noticed at first. Once the other woman was able to rip herself away from you she enveloped your hand in her own and led you to her room. You two stumbled into the room like you were two fawns learning how to walk for the first time, and you had barely made it to her bedroom. 

She laid you on the bed as gently as a drunk woman could before trying to unbutton the rest of your shirt. Her usually deft fingers were failing her tonight because she couldn’t quite get the next button off. Instead of asking you for help, the next logical decision for her was to just rip your shirt open. You gasped as the buttons flew in different directions in her room and you mourned the loss of one of your favorite shirts. Your little pity party was cut short though because Arlecchino had wasted no time unclasping your bra and throwing it to the side. At the sight of your breasts she couldn’t control herself, and she took one of them into her mouth, letting her tongue swirl around your hardening nipple. She didn’t neglect the other one though and instead put her hand to work to knead your breast.

Little moans filled the room and you couldn’t help but think about how heavenly her mouth felt on you. “More please…” Your soft voice called out to her and she obliged. You whined at the loss of her mouth as she flipped you around to be on your stomach. Your face pressed into the soft pillows as she pushed up your little skirt, ripped your poor stockings into shreds, and slid your panties down to your knees. Your cheeks heated up at the compromised position you were in, but Arlecchino almost wished she could take a picture for later. She caressed your soft hips and her fingers sent shivers straight down your arched spine. 

“I won’t tease you, I want you too, darling.” Arlecchino’s deep voice whispered into your ear. She pressed a hand onto your back as her other hand rubbed small circles onto your hip. She lifted her hand slightly before letting it come crashing down onto your ass. Your lips parted into a little “O” shape at the sting of her hand on your skin. You weren’t expecting it, but you didn’t complain when it happened again. You were bracing yourself for another one, but instead you felt a finger running down your dripping slit. You mewled at her feather light touch and tried bucking your hips back to get a little more friction.

You didn’t have to wait much longer though because she had instantly slid a long digit into your aching cunt. Her pace was nice and slow at first, only picking up when she added another finger. “You take me so well, good girl.” She groaned as she pumped her fingers into you. She reached the deepest parts of you that no one else ever could and you felt like you would go insane as she added a third finger. You felt so incredibly full and you had begun moving your hips back to meet the thrusts of her fingers. Her free hand caressed your back gently and it was a direct contrast to how rough her fingers were inside of you.

She caged you in under her and it almost sent you over the edge how she was grunting in your ear as she fucked you open on her fingers. You tilted your head slightly to get a glimpse of her, and when you saw her bangs clinging to her sweaty forehead and the way her face was scrunched up in concentration, you felt heat pool in your stomach. “Don’t stop!” You whined out in desperation. You might have sounded pathetic, but you couldn’t control the noises spilling from your lips as her fingers curled into you, hitting that little bundle of nerves each time.

Pressure was building in your stomach and with a particularly harsh thrust of her fingers you came hard. Your hands gripped the sheets as you squirmed under Arlecchino, but she didn’t slow down for you. It was only the beginning of your night together.

-

The two of you were now fully naked and panting against each other as your actions caught up to you. Arlecchino collapsed onto the plush bed and pulled you close against her, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as she planted a kiss on your lips. “You’re perfect…” She mumbled, and maybe it was selfish, but you wanted her to remember you so badly.

By now, the alcohol’s effects had long worn off and now that Arlecchino’s head was clear, she had been fully aware that the woman she had slept with was you. Her heart raced an abnormal amount and she was so torn on what to do. She had fucked up when she didn’t try to fight for you, but she was just a kid like you. What could she have done to stop Crucabena’s plans? She wanted to apologize so badly, but she felt like she had no right. You had to know it was her too, right? 

Arlecchino was so caught up in her own head that she hadn’t noticed you calling her name softly. “Sorry, doll. What was that again?” She murmurs gently, holding you closer to her.

“All I said was I’m sleepy.” You mumbled as you yawned. “Sleep then, I’ll be here.” The other woman ran her fingers through your hair, careful not to hurt you. Sleep was already taking over your body as your eyes fluttered shut. “I love you Peruere.” You whispered carelessly just before falling asleep. Arlecchino’s eyes widened and her body stiffened for a moment. Tears pooled in her eyes before she let them fall silently, just like on the night you were taken away from her. 

-

The morning after was a cold awakening to you when you woke up without her on your side. You felt tears well up in your eyes, but soon they turned into full sobs racking through your body. You couldn’t believe she truly didn’t remember you, your hopes that she did were crushed the moment you saw the note left on the bedside table. “Headed off to work. Left money for an Uber home, thanks for the good night. Call me sometime xxxxxxx” What a thoughtless note. You tried to gather what was left of your clothing so you could leave in a somewhat presentable manner. To your dismay you could only button the top of your shirt and your stockings were completely destroyed. You were able to tuck your shirt into your skirt to hide the fact that the bottom half of your buttons were missing, but you still felt like some type of whore as you left her room to return home. 

Your vision was still blurry with tears as you rushed out of the elevator that you didn’t even notice two people about to get in. You collided with the taller of the two and you both fell to the ground with a loud thump. Before you could register what had happened, the man apologized and offered you a hand. You took it wearily before apologies began tumbling out of your mouth profusely. “Don’t sweat it. I’m Lyney, and this is my sister Lynette.” He had introduced himself and his sister. You muttered your name, your tone laced with embarrassment at the state of yourself right now. “Pardon me for being intrusive, but what happened?” Lyney inquired once you had introduced yourself. You couldn’t just say, “Oh nothing, it's just that my first love who I hadn’t seen since we were children fucked me, didn’t recognize me, and left before I even woke up,” so instead you settled for, “It was a rough night.” The two nodded their heads before sharing glances. You oddly didn’t feel judged by them, but you did notice their empathetic gazes on you.

“It’s fine though!” You waved your hands around trying to get your point across without worrying them too much. “How about we take you out to eat, you look like you could use a couple of friends right now.” Lyney shot you a warm smile, and you couldn’t say no to a face like that. “Alright then… Thank you seriously.”

Your little trio was beginning to form very quickly, and you noticed that the atmosphere between the three of you had gotten very friendly and familiar in no time. Even Lynette’s usual quiet demeanor was left behind as she got to know you. Everyone was stuffed from the food and after a moment of just enjoying each other's presence, you thought it would be appropriate to pay. The waitress had dropped off everyone’s checks not too long ago, so you began reaching into your purse to retrieve your credit card. Before you could though, Lyney placed a gentle hand over yours and shook his head with a good natured laugh. “Don’t worry about it! It’s on us.” Confusion washed over your face as your eyes flickered to Lynette and she nodded her head.

“I couldn’t possibly let you guys pay for me! We only just met after all…” You protested, but they weren’t having any of it. As the waitress came back around Lyney gestured for her to lean down and once she did, he whispered something into her ear. She nodded curtly before waving us off with a, “Have a nice day!” and a polite smile. It seemed like the day just kept getting more weird by the second. “What was that about?” You questioned, and the two siblings shared a look– like they were exchanging words without actually speaking.

Lyney was the first to break the silence, “You see, we work for a large orphanage, so we have a tab at the restaurant.” You furrowed your brows, but accepted the explanation anyway. You had your suspicions on what orphanage it was, but you kept that to yourself. “I see… Well in any case I’d like to repay both of you sometime for the meal. If you want, can we all exchange numbers?” You suggest. Regardless of who they worked for, you wanted to become better friends with the siblings. They obliged happily and with that you bid each other goodbye until next time.

-

The three of you had grown close and their younger sibling Freminet had even begun making appearances. Since you were older than them, you did feel like a bit of an older sister, but it seemed as if they didn’t mind the dynamic at all, you found it cute, and you really enjoyed their presence. After your initial meeting, they had started coloring your world little by little, bringing you joy just at the thought of seeing them.

One night you had all agreed to go out for dinner again and to meet up at the hotel they stayed in before heading off. You were adorned in a mid length silk dress that draped off of your curves effortlessly and black heels that made a delicate clicking noise every time you took a step. It was odd dressing up so fancy, but the siblings insisted that their father was joining them, so they would be taking me somewhere more high end. You were honestly nervous to meet their father, he must have been someone of high status based on how the siblings praised him.

You arrived outside of the hotel and you observed the scenery around you as you waited for them to greet you. You heard the distant chatter of their voices as they made your way to you, and when you looked up you froze. Trailing behind them was the woman you had longed for your whole life, the woman who left you without a word the day after you hooked up. Her eyes widened momentarily, before leveling her expression. Lyney’s bright voice piped up and he introduced her as their Father and you were infinitely more confused. If she was the Father of the orphanage then the only way that could have happened was if Crucabena had been killed.

You looked to her wishing she’d explain, but all she offered was a curt bow of her head as she introduced herself as Father of the House of Hearth. It was clear to you she recognized you now and had only been acting as if she didn’t before. You were sure your face was giving your confusion away so you tried to reel yourself in before you made things anymore awkward tonight. 

You stayed in step with Lyney as he guided the party to the restaurant of choice, and you tried to keep up with the conversation, but your mind drifted to Arlecchino more often than not. You felt her piercing gaze on the back of your head, and no matter how much you tried to ignore her, you just couldn’t shake her off. 

Finally arriving at the restaurant, you were ushered in by a kind hostess and you were led to a solitary room with a large table in the middle of it. “Welcome in Lady Arlecchino and her guests.” The hostess showed everyone to their seats and brought out menus before leaving everyone to decide their orders in peace. Conversation was beginning to flow a little better now that you had adjusted to her presence. Although you wish she’d stop staring you down from across the table, averting her gaze every time you looked back.

“So, Arlecchino, you’re their Father? Why not mother?” You prodded and the other woman stiffened up at the question. You knew you had hit a nerve, but you had every right to considering what your “mother” had done to you. The siblings must have noticed the tense atmosphere shift because they were sharing glances with each other at the mention of Arlecchino’s title. They didn’t jump in just yet though because Arlecchino answered swiftly. “I have an ill association with the old mother of the orphanage, I’m sure you’ve heard tales. After all, Crucabena was known even outside of the orphanage.” A frown painted your features at the subtle jab being made. You glared at her across the table with a new found hurt building in your chest, and you excused yourself abruptly.

You made your way to the restroom and the dam broke. Sobs racked your body as every emotion you had been harboring since the night started just became so overwhelming. The door creaked slightly signaling someone would be entering shortly and you tried to pull yourself together, but it had been too late. The same woman who had caused your tears made herself known as she cleared her throat. You could tell she felt regretful for letting that slick comment even leave her mouth. Your expulsion from the orphanage was traumatic for her, but even more so for you, and she knew that. She knew, but still made a jab at you because she couldn’t regulate her feelings.

“I…” She started and you cut her off before she could get any further. “You what?” You snapped. “You came in here to fuck with me some more?  Make me feel special and like you remember me, only to rip my heart out again and act like I’m nobody to you?” Your words stung her, but she had no right to feel hurt after what she had done. “No. No, never that. I want to apologize for how I handled this situation.” You could feel the sincerity in her voice, so you decided to hear her out.

“The day Crucabena had you dragged out,  I never had a night of peaceful sleep again. I was tired of how she treated us children and my every night was spent plotting her death.” A gasp left your lips and your eyes widened at her confession. You didn’t say anything quite yet though, urging Arlecchino to continue. “On the night of my 17th birthday I finally went through with my plan and killed her. I killed her for you, in the hopes that one day I would be able to find you again, but when I did meet you I was incredibly intoxicated.” She pinched the bridge of her nose with her lithe, gloved fingers for a moment before meeting your eyes again. “I’m ashamed at how I acted, I recognized you almost immediately and just got carried away. I missed you terribly.” By now your tears had almost dried completely, but you were feeling so many things it was ridiculous.

“I just don’t get it. Why take me back to your place, fuck me, and then just leave without explanation. Do you know how used I felt?” You sniffled slightly. “I felt like you recognized me, to then only get my hopes shattered all because you felt ashamed of yourself? Is that it?” You were beginning to get worked up again and before you could say something you really regretted, Arlecchino spoke up again. “I don’t get it either, and I’m sorry. I should apologize for as long as I live for hurting you. I want you to be back in my life, just as you should have been this whole time.” She murmurs before pulling you in for a tight hug. Initially you fought against her, tears streaming down your cheeks again, but eventually you gave in. You just stayed in her embrace for what felt like an eternity, your face pressed against her chest. Your sobs soon subsided into little hiccups and sniffles as she rubbed soothing circles over your back to calm you down.

“I missed you so much, Peruere.” You whisper into her chest. “I missed you too, my sweetheart. I never stopped thinking about you for even one day. Thank you for coming back into my life again.” Her words were sprinkled in between feather light kisses to the top of your head. You nodded gently, it was going to take a while to get used to this again, and you would struggle with understanding why she went about the situation like this, but you couldn’t bear to be apart from her again. “You’re going to have to work to get me back, you know?” You joked with her, maybe it was only partially a joke though. You wanted to be pampered and doted on by her for all the years you missed out on it, and she would happily oblige. She would do anything to see that beautiful smile of yours for the rest of her life. “You know I’d do anything.” Arlecchino mumbles into you. “Now we should probably get back out there, the kids must be wondering what's taking so long.” You giggle softly before wiping the mascara streaks off of your cheeks. “Should we explain to them? Or…” You trail off unsure of how to move forward. You get a hum in confirmation from Arlecchino, and you nod. They would have to find out your history one way or another, so why not tonight? You still looked a bit rough, but they would understand. “After you.” Arlecchino had gestured to the door before opening it or you first. You took a shaky breath before she had grabbed your hand and squeezed it for reassurance that everything would be okay.

You might have been hurt for a long time, and it might take time to recover, but as long as you had your beloved Peruere beside you, things would be alright.

[hoonvrs]

LOOK AT ME — p. sunghoon

PROMPT [ req ]

PAIRING sunghoon x gnr

GENRE est. relationship, fluff

WARNINGS none

W. COUNT 0.5k

S. NOTE when will it be my turn <//3

everybody knew sunghoon was a jealous person, it was just who he was. so it wasn’t unusual when he started to act out when he thought the server at the restaurant was a little too friendly with you.

now if you asked sunghon why he was walking around your shared apartment sulking with a pout etched on his face, he’d say it's because you were too nice to the waiter. leaving you to now be given the silent treatment by your boyfriend because the ‘thank you’ you gave at the end of the night was too enthusiastic for his liking.

“are you really going to ignore me over something stupid?” you asked, watching him completely ignore your existence as he sat on the couch, “okay, fine.”

if he wanted to get prissy so be it. two can play this game.

as much as sunghoon was jealous, he was also clingy. no more than an hour into his temper tantrum he was quickly over it, walking towards your bedroom to look for you.

he finds you on the bed with your laptop perched open on your lap, “babe, want to watch a movie?”

his response was met with silence. your fingers continued to type without sparing him a glance, “babe?”

you close your laptop and stand up making sunghoon think you’d follow, hearing your footsteps behind him as he goes into the living room. it takes him a minute to process that he is in fact alone as he hears shuffling in the kitchen.

“are you bringing snacks?” he walked towards you, watching you finish drinking your water before placing the empty cup in the sink and walking past him into the bedroom again. he watched your retreating figure with confusion, following you like a lost puppy.

you were back in bed but on your phone this time. he stood at the end of the bed dumbfounded about how you were even able to ignore your very handsome, sexy, tall, funny boyfriend ( his words ).

“why are you ignoring me?” he whined, elongating the end of his words as he slowly crawled up beside you, “i should be the one ignoring you.”

sunghoon quickly shuts his mouth when he catches you sending him a glare before focusing your attention back on your phone. he huffed thinking of other ways he could get you to give him, settling on draping himself over you forcibly making you give him attention.

“look at me,” he could hear you groaning annoyed under him at his behaviour but that didn’t stop him, “i'm sorry. i was jealous and overreacted but now you’re overreacting and that’s my thing!” he pouted, trying to give you his best puppy eyes like jake taught him.

he could see your resolve slowly melt as you tried to fight back a smile, “you were overreacting.” you agreed, seeing his face light up when you finally spoke to him.

“i know but i’m over it now, i swear! just pay attention to me.”

“okay you big baby,” you laughed, letting him cuddle into you, “but do you promise not to do it again?”

he looked up at you like you were crazy, “you know you’re asking too much of me.”

“why did i even try.”

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[redroomreflections]

II HANDS II HEAVEN 4

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Natasha Romanoff and Reader reluctantly team up for a couples retreat mission. Despite initial resistance, they find themselves drawn together by unexpected circumstances and shared experiences.

W/c:4k

Masterlist | General Masterlist

Hour 15 - Welcome to Jacksonville  

“So live your life (eh-eh-eh)

You steady chasin' that paper

Just live your life (oh, eh-eh-eh)” 

“Ain’t got no time for no haters,” You sang the lyrics to the TI and Rihanna song, as you eased the car into a parking spot with precision. Your voice filled the car's interior as you continued to hum to the music. With one hand casually resting on Natasha's passenger headrest, you backed into the first available spot. 

Natasha seemed none the wiser as she slept peacefully beside you. She had learned to tune you out three hours ago. She stirred beside you, her peaceful slumber interrupted by the cutting of the car's engine. Blinking groggily, she glanced around the unfamiliar surroundings of the parking lot.

"Why are we stopping?" Her voice held a trace of confusion as she sat up, her gaze flitting around. "Where are we? Is this a mall?"

With a casual shrug, you unbuckled your seatbelt, a playful smirk playing on your lips. "Do you always wake up this disoriented?"

Natasha's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of irritation creeping into her voice. "I wouldn't be disoriented if you didn't keep making unnecessary stops."

You shrugged, unfazed by her annoyance. "Relax, it's just a quick pit stop. Thought we could use a little break before we hit the road again."

Natasha sighed, her frustration evident as she glanced out the window. "Fine, but make it quick. We have a schedule to keep."

“You’re coming aren’t you?” You turned to her as you slid out of the driver’s seat. 

Natasha followed suit, stepping out of the car with a grimace. This heat was atrocious. "I suppose I have no choice," she replied. 

You walked ahead of her, straight through the mall, and into the adult equivalent of a candy store; Jared's Jewelry.

Natasha frowned as she observed you eyeing the necklaces on the counter. "Jewelry shopping?" she questioned, a hint of skepticism in her voice.

"Wedding band shopping," you clarified, tapping your left ring finger for emphasis. "Married couples with no rings?"

“Right,” She mumbled. This mission hadn’t been as meticulously planned as others. The dealings mostly relied on you both to be sufficient spies that could handle things like this on your own. 

“We’ve been married two days and you’re already forgetting the important stuff,” You joked with a headshake. “Oh, I like this one.”

“$2,000?” Natasha tilted her head. She squinted her eyes at the price. This was a part of life she never had to pay much attention to. 

“You're right too cheap,” You nodded in agreement. Natasha was just about to protest when a man with an unidentifiable accent approached the both of you. 

The man, dressed in all black like a worker, approached with a friendly smile. "Can I help you ladies find something?" he asked in his accented voice.

You immediately shared a knowing gaze with Natasha. His accent was most certainly fake. Maybe as a way to keep up appearances in such a high-end store. 

“Yes, my wife and I are looking for wedding bands,” You begin to play the part of Alexis. Half ditzy and overexcited. “Can you show me a better selection or is this all you have?”

“Is there anything in particular you’re looking for?”

“Surprise me,” You gestured to the entirety of the store. 

The worker, Jimmy, nodded and led you to several pieces, showcasing them with pride. However, none of them seemed to be quite right. Natasha's annoyance grew evident, but you seemed to be having too much fun, trying on different pieces and admiring yourself in the mirror.

“What do you think of this one?” You looked at Natasha as you gently tapped against the glass. She inspected the jewelry piece and shrugged. She did not like it. 

“How about this one?” Natasha pointed to a wedding band set near the area she wandered off to. 

“Oh, that one is beautiful,” Jimmy praised as he opened up the glass casing for you to get a closer look. He picked up the ring, passing it over to you while watching the both of you closely. 

You eyed the wedding band set that Natasha pointed out, examining it with interest. It was simple, yet elegant and beautiful, just as she described. You reached out to touch it, feeling the smooth material against your fingertips.

“How many carats?” You asked aloud. “It’s pretty.” 

Jimmy described the wedding cushion band, "It's a 2-carat total weight round diamond set in 14-karat white gold. It's one of our finest pieces, quite exquisite, if I may say so."

Natasha's eyes widened as she realized how expensive it was, almost saying no. But before she could voice her concern, you rushed in, saying, "I'll take it."

“That’s a $4,000 ring,” Natasha pointed out. 

You shrugged casually, "Yeah, so?"

“Don’t you think that’s a little expensive considering the circumstances?”

“Let’s just say my billionaire daddy gave me his credit card,” You smirked cheekily, alluding back to Natasha’s insult a few hours ago. 

Natasha's eyebrows raised, but she didn't press further. Instead, she nodded, acknowledging your response.

“In that case, let’s look for a band that compliments you blondie,” Jimmy encouraged as he led you over to yet another ring display. He missed the death glare Natasha was sending his way as he walked ahead of you. You couldn't help but snicker at her expense. Oh, you would love this week.  “This time, I think the misses can pick one out. Since you did pick hers.” 

You grinned mischievously, your eyes scanning over rings that were far from Natasha's taste. "Sure thing, Jimmy. Let's see if we can find something that screams her." Your tone was playful, knowing full well that the rings you were considering would likely get a less-than-enthusiastic response from Natasha.

“Don’t you dare,” Natasha murmured threateningly. She caught sight of the rose gold wedding ring that looked more like a toy than real jewelry. It was tacky and not as well made as some of the other rings you’d seen. 

You chuckled softly, pretending to consider the ring for a moment before shaking your head. "Nah, too flashy for you, babe," you teased, using the nickname deliberately to provoke a reaction. "We'll keep looking." You shot her a playful wink before turning your attention back to the display. 

As you browsed through the selection, your eyes caught on a ring resting in the display. It was a delicate white gold band, adorned with a single, shimmering diamond that seemed to dance in the light. The stone was elegantly set in a simple, yet intricate design that directly matched yours. They complimented each other in the best way. 

"This one," You murmured, reaching for the ring with a sense of certainty. 

"This is it," You declared with a smile, turning to Natasha to gauge her reaction. “It compliments your eyes. I can’t describe it but it’s nice. What do you think?

“I like it,” Natasha cleared her throat, hoping to ease some of the awkwardness between you. “It’s nice.”

“We’ll take it,” You turned to give the ring to Jimmy. “How soon can we take both home?” 

“Within the next hour,” Jimmy suggested. “You said you’re paying by credit card? For you, I can have everything done within fifteen minutes. It simply takes insurance a while. I’ll give you a call when it’s ready?”

“That sounds lovely, thank you,” You stepped over to the register where he began to ring you up. “Oh, I think I left my credit card in the car. Babe, won’t you be a doll and swipe for me?” You looked at Natasha with a mischievous glint in your eyes.  

Natasha's eyes narrowed at your request, but she begrudgingly reached for her wallet, swiping her card without a word. As the transaction went through, you couldn't help but smirk, knowing you had just added another layer to your playful banter.

"Thanks, babe," You said with a wink, accepting the receipt from Jimmy. "I owe you one."

“Uh huh,” Natasha nodded. “We’ll be back soon.” 

Natasha followed you out of the store and down towards the food court. 

“Oh, Charley’s,” You grinned. “Come, we must feast.” You waved Natasha over to Charley's Philly Steak. 

“Thanks but no thanks,” Natraha shook her head. “This is a lot of grease and…”

“What type of health nut are you ?” You asked in disgust. You gave her body a once over before you sighed. 

Natasha gave a wry smile. "Call me crazy, but I prefer to avoid coronary artery disease."

You chuckled. "Suit yourself. More cheesesteak for me." With that, you headed into the restaurant, leaving Natasha to ponder her choices.

You ordered the best cheesesteak on the planet, practically salivating at the menu as you stood in line. When it was time to get your food, you led Natasha over to a table to sit with you. She sat with a simple lemonade in her hand as she eyed your surroundings subtly. You had to admit the girl was good. 

“You know I kind of like you,” You said to Natasha in between bites. “At first, I simply thought you were bitchy. Now I think of you as kind of hot and bitchy. It works for you. Also, the blonde does look good on you I must say.” 

Natasha raised an eyebrow, unamused. "Thanks, I think."

You grinned, undeterred by her lack of enthusiasm. "Hey, it takes a special kind of person to rock the 'hot and bitchy' vibe. Not everyone can pull it off."

Natasha shook her head, a small smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

"Absolutely," You replied with a wink, taking another bite of your cheesesteak.

“You certainly have a way with words,” Natasha mumbled, as she watched you ogle a beautiful woman walking past the two of you. “Keep your eyes open.”

You glanced back at Natasha, a smirk playing on your lips. "Always do, especially when the view's this good."

Natasha rolled her eyes, but a hint of amusement danced in her gaze. "Just remember why we're here, okay?"

"Got it," You replied with a wink, turning your attention back to the task at hand.

“People say I’m a bit intense,” Natasha began. “They’ve never met you.”

You chuckled, acknowledging her remark. "Intense? Me? Nah, just passionate about the job."

Natasha raised an eyebrow. "Sure, let's go with that."

“It gets me through the day to keep my mood lifted,” You said solemnly. “I spent so much time being serious. Stone-faced and unhappy. I like this version of me. It’s neat.”

Natasha regarded you with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "So, you're saying the humor is a coping mechanism?"

You nodded a wistful smile on your face. "Something like that. Keeps me sane, you know?"

“I do,” Natasha agreed. “You’re not going to eat all of these,” Natasha said more so to herself than you as she grabbed a few fries from your plate.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist," You teased, nudging the plate closer to her. 

“It’s halfway decent,” Natasha hummed as she chewed into a fry. “I’m not a stickler when it comes to eating. Just so you know.”

“I know,” You shrugged. Some things went without saying. If there was someone to truly judge her on certain habits she most likely gained from life growing up as a spy it wouldn’t be you. 

“How old were you when you joined?” Natasha asked suddenly. “Your file doesn’t say.”

You chewed slowly, debating on whether you wanted to tell her or not. 

“Fourteen,” You admitted. 

Natasha's expression softened a hint of empathy in her eyes. "That's young," she remarked quietly, her tone more gentle than usual. She tried to imagine what a younger, spy you would look like. How would you have acted then? Were you afraid? Did you make friends? Were you allowed to have friends? She wants to know so much more. Though she figured you weren’t willing to tell her too much. You were only being cordial after all. 

“It is,” You swallowed thickly. “I played basketball in school and I was recruited based on my JROTC background. I guess they saw something in me no one else did.” 

Natasha nodded, absorbing your words. "They usually do," she replied, her voice carrying a weight of understanding. "Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I am,” You nodded. Anything to keep this conversation from going any deeper. 

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The rest of the ride to Bay Harbor Island is done in relative silence. You and Natasha would share brief tidbits about the other, both made up and truthful, as you prepared to assume your roles. You could feel the hairs on your arms stand as you pulled into the luxurious resort parking lot. You wouldn’t even attempt to find a parking spot on your own, instead pulling up to the valet. 

As the valet took the keys and you stepped out of the car, the weight of your assumed identities settled upon you. You straightened your posture, adopting the persona of Alexis, the confident and sophisticated woman you were tasked to portray. Natasha, too, seemed to slip effortlessly into her role as Joan, her demeanor shifting subtly to embody the elegance and grace expected of her character.

The resort exuded an air of opulence and sophistication, clear from the moment you stepped through the grand entrance. Freshly waxed marble floors stretched out before you, adorned with intricate patterns that spoke of craftsmanship and luxury. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceilings casting a warm glow over the lobby.

The atmosphere was alive with energy, as guests and staff moved through the various rooms. Busy chatter filled the air, mingling with the soft sounds of classical music that played softly in the background. 

Natasha and you navigated through the crowd with ease, wheeling your luggage behind you as a busboy trailed dutifully after you. The occasional glance was thrown your way, but everyone was much too busy trying to check into their rooms to do much of anything. 

As you and Natasha stood side by side, it was clear to you that each of you had your own way of assessing the situation. While you scanned the room for potential exits and assessed the number of staff and guests present, Natasha's focus was on the subtle nuances of the environment. She listened intently to the conversations around you, gauging the mood of the crowd and the flow of foot traffic with practiced precision.

Despite the amount of energy in the resort lobby, both of you remained calm and composed.  

“I told you we should have gotten here earlier,” A woman’s gruff and irritated voice floated from behind you. 

“Well, how was I supposed to know there would be people checking in on a Thursday?” The man argued. 

You exchanged a glance with Natasha as the voices behind you caught your attention. It seemed like a typical couple's bickering, but something about their tone piqued your interest. They sounded tense as if there was more beneath the surface than just a disagreement over timing.

Natasha subtly shifted her position, her body language indicating that she was now paying closer attention to the conversation behind you. 

“We're already late for check-in,” the woman continued, her frustration evident in her voice. “Now we're going to have to wait in line like everyone else.”

“Well, what do you want me to do about it?” the man retorted defensively. “It's not my fault the traffic was so bad.”

As you moved ahead in line, a couple with a restless golden retriever cut off your path to get across. Hoping to avoid them, you stepped back, slightly losing your balance only to have Natasha press her left hand against your lower back to keep you steady. 

“Sorry!” The husband called behind him as they rushed outside the front doors. 

“Jeez, they almost knocked her over,” The woman behind you whispered to her husband, their bickering long gone. 

"Thanks," You murmured to Natasha, offering her a small smile of appreciation. 

“Is this okay?” Natasha leaned over to speak closer to your ear. She was referring to her hand on your back. You’d mentioned before how physical touch made you uncomfortable. Given that physical touch would be a must to sell as a fake couple, you would have to get over it. It was kind of her to ask. You nodded in response to Natasha's question, grateful for her consideration. 

"Yeah, it's fine," You replied softly, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. 

You were finally up. The front desk attendant was a kind young girl with a slight gap in her teeth. She had the sweetest smile that you couldn’t help but match. 

“Hi, my wife and I are checking in,” Natasha spoke. “It should be under the last name White.”

The receptionist nodded, typing on the keyboard in front of her. "Ah, yes, Mrs. White," she confirmed, her fingers moving deftly over the keys. "I have your reservation right here. Welcome to Shady Corners Island Resort." She smiled warmly, handing over the room keys to Natasha. "I hope you don’t mind. Seeing as you’re newlyweds we took the pleasure of upgrading your room to one of our over-the-water bungalows. Free of charge. It’s our last one for the weekend.” 

"That's very generous, thank you," Natasha replied with a gracious smile, accepting the room keys. "We appreciate it."

“If you just wait right over there near the red bell a member of our staff will be able to lead you and one of the other couples over to the bungalow area,” She gestured to the right. 

"Sounds perfect," Natasha nodded, gesturing for you to follow her toward the designated waiting area near the red bell.

As Natasha and you made your way towards the waiting area, you overheard the couple behind you whispering to each other.

"I wish we could get an upgrade like that," the woman muttered.

"Yeah, but didn't you hear? The last room got booked by that couple in front of us," the man replied, disappointment evident in his voice.

You exchanged a glance with Natasha, silently acknowledging the stroke of luck that landed you the upgraded room.

As you and Natasha settled near the red bell, the couple with the restless golden retriever approached and stood next to you. The dog, clearly still restless, tugged on its leash, occasionally letting out a low whine.

You couldn't help but wonder how the dog was allowed in such a busy and upscale hotel, but you kept your thoughts to yourself, not wanting to make any assumptions. Instead, you focused on maintaining your composure and waiting patiently for the staff member to lead you to your bungalow.

“White?” An attendant approached the two of you and you answered with an enthusiastic nod. “And, Corcoran?”

“That would be us,” The woman answered. Her hair was a dark brown, beach curled, and flowing down her back. Her features were pleasant enough, with soft curves to her face and a warm smile. 

“Follow me,” The attendant gestured. 

As the attendant led the way, Natasha eventually dropped her hand from your back. You tried to ignore the sudden absence of her touch, focusing instead on the picturesque view of the overwater bungalows ahead. The path to the accommodations wound through lush gardens and over small bridges spanning the peaceful ocean. The sound of gentle waves lapping against the wooden stilts beneath the bungalows filled the air, creating a serene atmosphere.

“302 Sunset Retreat,” The attendant offered to take hold of your key card to show you how to get in. He demonstrated how to use the key card to unlock the door, sliding it into the slot and giving it a gentle push. With a soft click, the door unlocked, and he pushed it open to reveal the luxurious interior.

Once inside, the bellboy followed behind with your bags, placing them neatly in the living area before excusing himself, leaving you and Natasha alone in the bungalow.

The interior of the bungalow exuded tropical luxury with a modern twist. 

A plush king-sized bed adorned with crisp, white linens served as the focal point of the room.  The large windows offered stunning views of the crystal-clear waters below. 

In one corner of the room, a luxurious jacuzzi tub awaited, surrounded by lush greenery for added privacy. Nearby, a sleek waterfall shower, with glass doors, stood tall. 

A top-notch mini-bar stocked with an array of beverages and snacks stood against one wall, offering indulgent treats for your enjoyment.  Outside, a small patio beckoned with comfortable chairs, providing the perfect spot to sip a refreshing drink and soak in the breathtaking views of the surrounding lagoon.

The best part of the room was the cooler filled with champagne and wine. Along with the rose petals sprinkled over the tiny kitchenette counter. 

“Nice,” Natasha sighed as she stepped into the bedroom area of the bungalow. “Bed-sharing.”

“I know so cliche,” You shook your head as you grabbed a bottle of water from the mini-fridge.

Natasha rolled her eyes playfully at your comment, her lips curling into a small smirk. "Well, we're committed to selling the whole 'newlywed' vibe, aren't we?" she quipped, her tone laced with sarcasm.

You chuckled, nodding in agreement as you twisted the cap off the water bottle. "Exactly. It's all about authenticity," you replied, taking a sip before gesturing towards the inviting bed. "Shall we test it out?"

“Test it out?” Natasha raised a brow. 

“Must I be the beauty and the brains in this relationship?” You mumbled. 

Natasha chuckled softly. "Careful, or you might bruise your delicate ego," she teased. "But sure, why not? It's been a long day." She walked over to the bed and flopped down onto it, letting out a content sigh.

“You’re lying on the bed with your outside clothes?” You asked incredulously.

“What? You said test it out?” Natasha frowned. 

 "Fair enough," You conceded, walking over to the bed and gingerly sitting down beside her. "But you're still breaking all the rules of hotel etiquette."

“I think we’ll survive,” Natasha closed her eyes. She needed a few minutes to process. 

“It’s so boring already,” You groaned as you began to look through the drawers beside the bed.

Natasha sighed, a hint of irritation in her voice. "Can't you sit still for a moment?"

You shrugged nonchalantly, continuing to rummage through the drawers. "I'm just trying to find something to pass the time. Being cooped up in this room isn't exactly thrilling."

Natasha rolled her eyes, her patience wearing thin. "Well, try to contain yourself. We're here for a mission, not a vacation. Also, we’ve been here all of five minutes."

“Five minutes that I could have been in a bikini in the sun,” You said in a ‘duh’ tone. “Sun’s out bun’s out as they say.” 

“Are you sure you don’t have ADHD?” Natasha began to ask as she squinted her eyes. Was she analyzing you?

“What are you a psychiatrist? I thought that was my cover,”  You rolled your eyes. 

 "Who says I can't dabble in multiple professions? Besides, it's not exactly rocket science to see that you're a bit on edge like all the time,” Natasha pointed out. 

You raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Is that your professional diagnosis?"

"Consider it a layman's observation," She replied with a grin.

“Well, how about we observe someone by the pool? Come on Tasha,” You whined. 

“I thought I said no nicknames,” Natasha growled. 

“It’s not a nickname it’s just a shortening of your name,” You shrugged. “Also, you told me not to call you honey or baby. Nowhere did you say I couldn’t call you Tasha.” 

Natasha's expression hardened, her eyes narrowing. "Semantics."

You grinned mischievously. "Exactly."

She shook her head. "Let's just go observe by the pool, alright?"

----> part 5