#and some staff member goes 'what do you mean /now/?'

[introspectivememories]

yukierre is just the worlds longest game of gay chicken and they're both losing. badly.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

hey ley… 35 year old university professor (mommy) wanda goes to a strip club for her friends hen do and sees reader, her 21 year old student working there. wandas friends watch wanda watching reader dance for hours and decide to pay for her lap dance. how does this end up?

sorry if this isn’t explained right english isn’t my native language

Strip That Down

Professor!Wanda Maximoff x Student!Stripper!fem!reader

Word Count: 5.6K

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Lap dance, strip club, fluff, angst, happy ending

A/N: This took on a life of it's own

Wanda Maximoff, a university professor, found herself reluctantly at a strip club, all thanks to her friend's insistence on celebrating her bachelorette party in the most unconventional way possible. The loud music, flashing lights, and the wild atmosphere were far from her usual quiet and academic environment.

Her friends were having a blast, cheering and laughing, while Wanda sipped her drink, trying to blend into the background. That was until her eyes caught sight of one of the dancers stepping onto the stage. The dancer moved with a grace and confidence that captivated the audience, but what really caught Wanda’s attention was the familiar face.

It was you, her student. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away. You were mesmerizing, your movements fluid and enchanting. Wanda watched in awe, her mind racing with a mix of surprise, curiosity, and something else she couldn’t quite place.

Hours passed, but it felt like minutes. Wanda's friends, noticing her unwavering focus on you, began to whisper among themselves. They exchanged knowing glances and mischievous smiles.

"Hey, Wanda," one of them nudged her playfully, "You seem really interested in that dancer. Why don't we make this night even more unforgettable?"

Before Wanda could protest, they pooled their money and called over one of the staff members. Moments later, you were stepping off the stage and being guided toward a private room, where Wanda was already seated, her heart pounding in her chest.

You entered the room, your eyes widening slightly in recognition. “Professor Maximoff?” you asked, clearly surprised but maintaining your professional composure.

“Please, call me Wanda,” she replied, her voice a bit shaky.

You nodded, stepping closer, your movements still graceful and hypnotic. “Alright, Wanda. Let’s make this an experience you’ll never forget.”

As the music started, you began your dance, your eyes locked onto hers. The air was thick with tension, the boundaries of your usual professor-student relationship blurring with each passing second. Wanda’s friends watched from a distance, giggling and whispering, knowing they had given her a night she would remember for a long time.

As the music ended and the dance came to a close, you lingered for a moment, meeting Wanda's gaze with an intensity that left her breathless. The atmosphere in the private room was charged with an undeniable tension, and Wanda found herself at a loss for words.

"Thank you," she finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "That was...incredible."

You smiled, a hint of shyness now breaking through your confident demeanor. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Wanda."

There was an awkward pause, both of you unsure of how to proceed. The professional lines had been blurred, and it was difficult to revert back to your usual roles.

"Do you want to talk for a bit?" you offered, sensing her discomfort but also wanting to prolong this unexpected encounter.

Wanda nodded, grateful for the suggestion. "Yes, that would be nice."

You sat down next to her, the ambiance still buzzing with the aftermath of the dance. Wanda's friends had moved on to other entertainment, giving you both some privacy.

"I had no idea you worked here," Wanda began, trying to navigate the delicate conversation. "I mean, it's not something you'd normally share in class, but..."

You chuckled softly. "Yeah, it's definitely a part of my life I keep separate from my studies. It helps pay for school and other expenses."

Wanda nodded, appreciating your honesty. "I understand. It's just...I never expected to see you here."

"Likewise," you replied, your eyes meeting hers again. "But I have to admit, it's nice to see a familiar face, even in such an unexpected place."

The two of you talked for a while longer, the conversation flowing more easily as you shared stories and learned more about each other outside the confines of the classroom. Wanda was surprised at how comfortable she felt, the initial shock giving way to a genuine connection.

Eventually, you both realized it was getting late. Wanda's friends were starting to gather, signaling that it was time to head home.

"It was really nice talking to you, Wanda," you said, standing up and offering her a warm smile.

"Likewise," she replied, feeling a strange mix of emotions. "I hope to see you in class on Monday."

You nodded. "Definitely. And if you ever want to talk again, you know where to find me."

With that, Wanda rejoined her friends, who were eager to hear about her experience. As they left the club, Wanda couldn't help but reflect on the night's events, her thoughts lingering on you and the unexpected connection you had formed. She knew things might be different in class now, but she also felt a sense of excitement at the prospect of seeing you again, both as her student and as someone who had made a lasting impression on her.

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The week went by in a blur for Wanda. Lectures, meetings, and grading papers filled her days, but there was a constant undercurrent of distraction whenever she thought of you. In class, the air was thick with an unspoken tension. Every time your eyes met hers, a blush crept up Wanda's face, and she found it hard to concentrate on her usual authoritative demeanor.

By the time Friday arrived, Wanda's curiosity and the inexplicable pull she felt toward you had grown too strong to ignore. That evening, she found herself back at the strip club, her heart pounding with anticipation. She paid for a private dance again, but this time, her intentions were different.

As you stepped into the room and saw her, a warm smile spread across your face. "You want another dance, Professor?" you asked, your tone playful.

Wanda hesitated, then shook her head. "No...well, yes, but not right now. I just wanted to talk for a bit, if that's okay?"

You sat down next to her on the couch, giving her your full attention. "Of course, Wanda. We can talk about anything you want."

The conversation started off tentatively, but as the minutes passed, Wanda found herself opening up more. She talked about her week, the pressures of academia, and even some personal anecdotes she wouldn't normally share with a student. You listened intently, your presence calming and reassuring.

As the night wore on, Wanda felt a sense of contentment she hadn't experienced in a long time. Before she left, you reached into your bra, pulling out a sharpie. You always kept one on you. You took her arm, holding it against your chest as you wrote down your number on her hand.

"I don't want you to have to pay if you just want to talk, Professor. You can call me up and maybe we can talk over coffee and when I'm in normal clothes, okay?" you said, you looked up at her.

Wanda stared at her hand, her heart racing. "Y-yeah, we can do that...um, I know you're working late tonight, so maybe tomorrow afternoon?"

You smiled, nodding. "Tomorrow afternoon sounds perfect. I'll look forward to it."

Wanda left the club that night with a flutter in her chest, clutching the piece of paper with your number like a lifeline. The boundaries she was crossing were clear, but the need to know more about you and the connection she felt was undeniable.

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Wanda arrived at the café a bit early, her nerves on edge. She chose a cozy corner table, away from the hustle and bustle, and ordered a cappuccino, hoping the warm drink would calm her jitters. The café had a quaint charm, with its mismatched furniture, local artwork on the walls, and the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. She glanced at the door every few minutes, her anticipation growing with each passing second.

Finally, you walked in, immediately spotting her in the corner. You looked different from the night before, dressed casually in jeans and a soft, navy-blue sweater, your hair down and free. Wanda felt a wave of relief and excitement wash over her as you approached.

"Hey, Wanda," you greeted her with a warm smile.

"Hi," she replied, feeling her cheeks flush slightly. "Please, have a seat."

You sat down across from her, and for a moment, there was a comfortable silence as you both took in the shift from your last meeting's setting.

"Can I get you something to drink?" Wanda asked, trying to ease the initial awkwardness.

"Sure, I'll have a latte," you replied, and she flagged down a barista to place the order.

"So," you started, leaning forward slightly, "how was the rest of your night after the club?"

Wanda chuckled softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "It was uneventful compared to the start. I went home, did some reading, and tried to process everything."

"Understandable," you said with a nod. "I can imagine it was a lot to take in."

The barista brought over your latte, and you both took a moment to sip your drinks, the initial awkwardness beginning to fade.

"What about you?" Wanda asked, genuinely curious. "How was the rest of your night?"

"Pretty typical," you said with a shrug. "Worked until closing, then headed home. Nothing as interesting as our encounter, though."

Wanda smiled, feeling more at ease. "It's still a bit surreal, seeing you here, outside of the club and the classroom."

"Yeah, it is," you agreed, your eyes meeting hers. "But I like it. It's nice to talk to you in a different setting."

The conversation began to flow more naturally. You talked about your studies, your interests, and the challenges of balancing work and school. Wanda found herself opening up more about her life as well, sharing stories from her university days and her experiences as a professor.

"So, what made you decide to become a professor?" you asked, genuinely interested.

Wanda smiled thoughtfully. "I've always loved literature and teaching. There's something incredibly rewarding about helping students discover their own passion for it. Plus, it keeps me constantly learning and growing."

"That's really inspiring," you said, your admiration evident. "I can see why you're such a great professor."

Wanda blushed at the compliment, feeling a warmth spread through her. "Thank you. That means a lot coming from you."

The conversation took on a lighter tone as you both shared more personal anecdotes. Wanda found herself laughing more than she had in a long time, the tension and formality melting away.

"Do you have any hobbies outside of work and school?" Wanda asked, genuinely curious about your life beyond what she already knew.

"Well, I love dancing, obviously," you said with a grin. "But I also enjoy painting. It's a great way to relax and express myself."

"Really? I'd love to see some of your work sometime," Wanda said, intrigued.

"I'd like that," you replied, your smile widening. "What about you? Any hobbies?"

"I enjoy reading, of course, and gardening. There's something very therapeutic about taking care of plants," Wanda shared.

"I can see that," you said thoughtfully. "It sounds peaceful."

The afternoon flew by as you continued to talk, the initial nervousness long gone. There was a genuine connection between you, a chemistry that neither of you could deny.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow through the café windows, you realized how late it had gotten.

"I should probably get going," you said reluctantly. "I have a shift tonight."

Wanda nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment. "Of course. Thank you for meeting me. This was... really nice."

"It was," you agreed, standing up and gathering your things. "Let's do it again sometime."

"Absolutely," Wanda said, standing up as well. "I'll call you soon."

You exchanged one last smile before parting ways, both of you feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation for what lay ahead. The boundaries had been crossed, but what you had found was something real and promising, a connection that neither of you could ignore.

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The weeks following your coffee shop date with Wanda were filled with subtle yet palpable tension. Each class was an exercise in restraint as you both tried to maintain a professional demeanor. Yet, every glance, every accidental touch, and every shared smile hinted at the underlying attraction that was growing stronger by the day.

One late afternoon, after most of the students had left, you found yourself lingering in the classroom, gathering your things. You needed to ask Wanda about an upcoming assignment, but the real reason you stayed behind was the undeniable urge to be close to her, even if just for a moment.

Wanda was at her desk, engrossed in grading papers. Her glasses perched on her nose, and a strand of hair fell across her face, which she absentmindedly pushed back. You approached her desk, your heart pounding.

"Professor Maximoff, could I ask you something about the assignment?" you asked, your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest.

Wanda looked up, a warm smile spreading across her face when she saw you. "Of course, what do you need help with?"

You leaned over her desk, pointing to your notes, but as you explained your question, Wanda's focus began to drift. Her eyes traced the curve of your jaw, the way your hair framed your face, and the subtle scent of your perfume. She found herself entranced, her mind clouded with thoughts she struggled to keep at bay.

You noticed her distraction and paused, your eyes meeting hers. "Professor?"

Wanda blinked, snapping back to reality. "Sorry, I... I got distracted."

Before you could respond, she reached out and took your hand, her grip firm but gentle. The electricity between you was undeniable, and as if drawn by an invisible force, Wanda leaned forward, closing the distance between you.

In a heartbeat, her lips were on yours, soft and insistent. The kiss was filled with a mixture of longing and relief, as if you both had been holding back for far too long. You responded eagerly, your free hand cupping her cheek as the kiss deepened.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless. Wanda's eyes were filled with a mix of fear and desire. "I know I'm your professor, but I can't stop thinking about you," she confessed, her voice trembling.

You searched her eyes, finding the same vulnerability mirrored in your own. "I can't either," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Wanda took a deep breath, her hand still holding yours. "This is complicated. We both know that. But... I don't want to fight it anymore."

You nodded, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. "Neither do I."

The air between you was thick with unspoken promises and a shared understanding of the risks involved. But in that moment, none of it seemed to matter. What mattered was the connection you had, the feelings you shared, and the undeniable chemistry that had brought you to this point.

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A few weeks had passed since that night at Wanda's apartment. The warmth and comfort of those moments now seemed like a distant memory. The reality of your relationship's complications began to weigh heavily on both of you, and the excitement of secrecy was gradually replaced by the fear of discovery.

It all came to a head one Thursday afternoon. You had stayed after class to ask Wanda about an upcoming project, but the atmosphere was different. There was a tension in the air, an unspoken strain that neither of you could ignore.

Wanda looked up from her desk as you approached, her eyes tired and filled with something you couldn't quite place. "What do you need help with?" she asked, her voice lacking its usual warmth.

You hesitated, feeling a knot tighten in your stomach. "I wanted to discuss the project, but... is everything okay, Wanda?"

She sighed, removing her glasses and rubbing her temples. "Honestly? No, it's not. This... whatever this is between us, it's becoming too much. The hiding, the secrecy... I can't keep doing this."

Your heart sank. You had known this conversation was coming, but it didn't make it any easier. "I know it's hard, but we can figure it out. We just need to be careful."

"It's not just about being careful," Wanda said, her frustration evident. "I'm your professor. There's a power imbalance here, and if anyone finds out, it could ruin both our careers. I can't risk that. And I can't ask you to risk that either."

"But I don't care about the risks," you insisted, your voice breaking. "I care about you."

Wanda stood up, her expression conflicted. "I care about you too. More than I should. But that's exactly why we have to stop this. It's not fair to either of us."

You felt tears welling up in your eyes. "So, what are you saying? Are you ending this?"

"I don't want to," Wanda said, her voice softening. "But I think we have to. At least until the semester is over. Then maybe we can figure out where to go from there."

The room was silent except for the ticking of the clock. You could see the pain in Wanda's eyes, mirroring your own. "I understand," you said quietly, fighting back tears. "But it doesn't make it any less painful."

Wanda reached out, taking your hand in hers. "I'm sorry. This isn't what I wanted. But I think it's what's best for both of us right now."

You nodded, squeezing her hand one last time before letting go. "I should go," you said, your voice trembling. "I'll see you in class."

As you walked out of her office, the weight of the situation settled heavily on your shoulders. The once-bright future you had imagined with Wanda now seemed uncertain and distant. The days that followed were filled with a hollow ache, each class a reminder of what you had lost.

Wanda, too, felt the strain. Her lectures were more subdued, her smiles less frequent. The connection that had once brought you both so much joy now felt like a source of pain and regret.

Yet, amid the heartbreak, there was a glimmer of hope. The semester would eventually end, and with it, the constraints of your current roles. Until then, you both would have to navigate the difficult path ahead, holding onto the promise that perhaps, one day, things could be different.

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The days after Wanda broke things off were a blur of emptiness and despair. You found it increasingly difficult to muster the energy to attend classes, let alone participate. When you did manage to show up, your mind wandered, unable to focus on the lectures or assignments. Wanda's presence at the front of the classroom was a constant reminder of what you had lost, and it was unbearable.

Your grades began to slip, and the once-promising future you had envisioned seemed to crumble before your eyes. Your friends noticed the change in you, their concerned inquiries met with forced smiles and half-hearted reassurances. But the truth was, you were struggling to find a reason to keep going.

Your job at the club, once a place where you could escape and express yourself, became another source of frustration. Your boss, a stern but fair man named Tony, had been patient at first, giving you the benefit of the doubt. But as weeks passed and your performances grew lackluster, his patience wore thin.

One night, after another uninspired shift, Tony called you into his office. The room was dimly lit, the walls adorned with framed photos of past performances and performers. He sat behind his desk, his expression a mix of concern and frustration.

"Close the door," he said, his voice firm. You did as he asked, taking a seat across from him.

Tony leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "What's going on with you? You've been off your game for weeks now. Customers are noticing, and it's starting to affect business."

You looked down at your hands, unable to meet his gaze. "I'm sorry, Tony. I've just been dealing with some personal stuff."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I get it. Everyone goes through tough times. But you need to snap out of it. You're a great dancer, and I've seen what you can do when you're at your best. But right now, you're not even close."

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you blinked them away, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. "I just... I don't see the point anymore."

Tony's expression softened, and he leaned back in his chair. "Life's going to throw a lot of crap your way, kid. But you can't let it break you. You have to find something to hold onto, something that makes it worth pushing through."

His words hit home, and you realized that you had been letting your grief consume you. You nodded slowly, taking a deep breath. "I'll try, Tony. I promise."

"That's all I'm asking," he said, offering a small, encouraging smile. "Take the weekend to clear your head. Come back Monday ready to give it your all."

You left his office feeling a mix of guilt and determination. The walk home was filled with a thousand thoughts racing through your mind, but one stood out above the rest: you needed to find a way to move forward.

Over the weekend, you forced yourself to confront your feelings head-on. You spent hours journaling, trying to make sense of the tangled emotions inside you. You reached out to friends, admitting that you were struggling and accepting their offers of support. Slowly, the fog of despair began to lift, and a sense of clarity emerged.

When Monday came, you walked into the club with a renewed sense of purpose. Tony gave you an approving nod as you prepared for your shift, and you felt a spark of hope ignite within you. The night went better than it had in weeks, and while it wasn't perfect, it was a step in the right direction.

In class, you made a conscious effort to engage, to focus on the material despite the pain of seeing Wanda. It wasn't easy, and there were moments when the hurt threatened to overwhelm you, but you pushed through, determined to reclaim some semblance of normalcy.

Wanda noticed the change in you, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and pride. She knew how difficult it was for you, and she respected the strength it took to keep going.

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The semester was drawing to a close, but the weight of everything felt heavier than ever. You had done your best to keep pushing forward, but the cumulative stress and heartbreak had finally reached a breaking point. That night, after another rough shift at the club, you found yourself standing outside Wanda's apartment, drenched from the pouring rain. Without thinking, you pounded on her door, the desperate need for comfort overriding any lingering hesitation.

When Wanda opened the door, her eyes widened in shock at the sight of you. Your makeup was smeared from tears and rain, your hair plastered to your face, and your stage outfit clung to your soaked skin. Without a word, she pulled you inside, the warmth of her apartment a stark contrast to the cold outside.

"Come here," she said gently, guiding you towards the bathroom. Her voice was soft, filled with concern, as she grabbed a towel and began to dry you off. "Let's get you out of these clothes."

You didn't resist as she helped you out of your wet stage outfit, her touch tender and careful. Wanda filled the tub with hot water, and you sank into it, drawing your knees to your chest. The heat enveloped you, but it did little to ease the turmoil inside.

Wanda rolled up her sleeves and took a cloth, dipping it in the water before gently washing your back. "What happened, sweetie?" she asked softly, her voice filled with a mix of worry and tenderness.

Tears welled up again, and you struggled to find the words. "I just... I couldn't take it anymore. Everything feels so overwhelming. I feel like I'm drowning."

Wanda continued to wash your back, her movements slow and soothing. "It's okay," she murmured. "You're safe here. Take your time."

You took a shaky breath, the warmth of the bath and Wanda's presence slowly starting to calm you. "I miss you," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've tried to move on, to focus on my classes and my job, but it's been so hard without you."

Wanda's hand paused for a moment before resuming its gentle strokes. "I miss you too," she confessed, her voice breaking slightly. "Every day has been a struggle, knowing that I hurt you and that we're both suffering because of this."

You turned your head to look at her, the vulnerability in her eyes mirroring your own. "I don't know what to do, Wanda. I feel so lost."

She put the cloth aside and leaned in, wrapping her arms around you from behind, her cheek resting against your wet hair. "We'll figure it out together," she said softly. "I don't have all the answers, but I know we can't keep going like this. Maybe we need to find a way to make this work, despite everything."

You closed your eyes, leaning into her embrace, the warmth of her body providing a comfort you had been desperately missing. "But how? The risks... they're still there."

"I know," Wanda replied, her voice steady but filled with emotion. "But maybe we can find a way to manage them. We don't have to have all the answers right now. We just need to take it one step at a time."

You nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope for the first time in weeks. "I want that. I want to be with you, no matter what it takes."

Wanda tightened her embrace, her lips brushing against your temple. "Then we'll find a way," she whispered. "We'll take it slow, be careful, and support each other. We don't have to face this alone."

The two of you stayed like that for a long time, the warmth of the bath and Wanda's comforting presence easing the pain that had been weighing on your heart.

After the bath, Wanda helped you into one of her shirts and a pair of soft shorts. The fabric was warm and comforting, carrying her familiar scent that enveloped you like a gentle hug. As you stood there, feeling the weight of the evening slowly lifting, Wanda led you to the living room.

She sat you down on the couch, then disappeared briefly into the kitchen, returning with two mugs of hot tea. Handing one to you, she settled beside you, her presence a reassuring anchor.

"Thank you," you murmured, wrapping your hands around the warm mug. The steam rising from the tea provided a soothing balm for your frazzled nerves.

Wanda smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "You don't have to thank me. I care about you, and I hate seeing you like this."

You took a sip of the tea, letting its warmth seep into you. "It's just been so hard. Everything feels like it's falling apart."

Wanda reached out, taking your hand in hers. "I know. I’m sorry that it had to be like this. It truly was the last thing I wanted."

Her words brought a lump to your throat. "It just feels like…I don’t even know…I’ve never felt like this before."

Wanda squeezed your hand gently. "Then we take it one day at a time. We support each other, and we figure it out as we go. It's not going to be easy, but I believe we can make it work."

You looked into her eyes, finding a strength there that you desperately needed. "I want to believe that too," you whispered. "I want to be with you, no matter what."

Wanda leaned in, her forehead resting against yours. "We'll get through this. I know we will darling."

The two of you sat there in silence for a while, the steady rhythm of your breaths synchronizing. The pain and uncertainty were still there, but they felt more manageable with Wanda by your side. 

You checked your phone looking at the time it was already three in the morning.

Eventually, she pulled away slightly, her eyes searching yours. "Why don't we watch something? Distract ourselves for a bit."

You nodded, grateful for the distraction. "Okay. What do you have in mind?"

Wanda smiled, reaching for the remote. "How about we start with an episode of Bob's Burgers? I did promise, after all."

You couldn't help but laugh, a genuine smile breaking through the lingering sadness. "I'd like that."

She turned on the TV, and as the familiar opening theme of Bob's Burgers filled the room, you shifted with her until you were laying on top of her, feeling a sense of peace you hadn't felt in weeks. She pulled a blanket over the two of you.

As the episode played, you found yourself laughing along with the antics of the Belcher family. Wanda's arm around you and the warmth of her presence made everything feel a little bit better. The future was still uncertain, but in that moment, you knew you had someone who cared about you deeply, someone who was willing to face the challenges with you.

And for the first time in a long while, you felt a glimmer of hope that things could get better. One step at a time, with Wanda by your side.

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One year later, your life looked completely different. The hardships and uncertainties of the past had given way to a future filled with promise and happiness. You and Wanda had navigated through the complexities of your relationship, emerging stronger and more connected than ever.

The apartment you shared was a cozy, vibrant space that reflected both of your personalities. The walls were adorned with a mix of Wanda's favorite vintage posters and your collection of quirky art. Plants thrived in every corner, adding a touch of nature to your urban sanctuary. The smell of fresh coffee and Wanda's homemade pastries often filled the air, creating an atmosphere of warmth and comfort.

It was a Saturday morning, and the sun streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow over the living room. You were curled up on the couch, a stack of textbooks and notes spread out before you as you prepared for your final exams. Wanda was in the kitchen, humming softly as she prepared breakfast.

"How's the studying going?" Wanda called out, her voice cheerful and light.

You looked up from your notes, smiling. "It's going well. Just a few more chapters to review, and I think I'll be ready."

Wanda appeared in the doorway, a plate of pancakes in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. She set them down on the coffee table in front of you, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "I know you'll do great. You've worked so hard."

"Thanks," you said, feeling a warmth spread through you at her words. "I couldn't have done it without you."

She sat down beside you, her hand finding yours. "We've come a long way, haven't we?"

You nodded, squeezing her hand. "We really have. It's hard to believe how different things are now."

Wanda smiled, her eyes filled with love and pride. "I'm so proud of you. You're about to graduate, and you've accomplished so much. And I'm so happy we took a chance on us."

Your heart swelled with emotion as you looked at her. "Me too. I can't imagine my life without you."

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The months leading up to your graduation were a whirlwind of activity and excitement. Wanda was there every step of the way, supporting you through the stress of final exams and celebrating each milestone with you. You both balanced your lives between work, study, and nurturing your relationship, finding joy in the little moments you shared.

Graduation day arrived, and the sense of accomplishment and joy was overwhelming. Dressed in your cap and gown, you stood in the crowd of graduates, scanning the audience for Wanda. When your name was called, and you walked across the stage to receive your diploma, the cheers and applause seemed to fade into the background as you locked eyes with her, her smile brighter than ever.

After the ceremony, you found her waiting for you, a bouquet of flowers in her hands. "Congratulations, graduate," she said, her voice choked with emotion.

You took the flowers, pulling her into a tight embrace. "We did it," you whispered, feeling tears of happiness welling up.

Wanda pulled back slightly, her hands cupping your face. "You did it. And I'm so incredibly proud of you."

The celebration continued into the evening, with friends and family joining you both for a party at your apartment. Laughter and music filled the air, and as the night wore on, you found yourself standing on the balcony with Wanda, the city lights twinkling below.

"It's been quite a journey," you said, leaning against the railing, Wanda's arms wrapped around you from behind.

"It has," she agreed, resting her chin on your shoulder. "And it's just the beginning. We have so much ahead of us."

You turned to face her, your eyes filled with love and gratitude. "I can't wait to see what the future holds, as long as I'm with you."

Wanda smiled, her eyes shining with the same love and commitment. "Me too. Here's to our future, together."

[reiderwriter]

😝 brain rot from my character ai scenario… the team goes out to a bar to celebrate and you wear a tiny little dress (just to rile him up obvi) but you also end up attracting a lot of male attentionand he gets SO jealous and protective of you he’s like sitting off to the side just watching you flirt with everyone and the team is like “he looks like hes gonna explode wtf” and then the SMUT HES ALL “they can’t have you, you’re all mine” “you really like all the attention huh? i’ll give you what you wanted” OMG it’s making me crazy i hope i described it good enough 🥰🥰

A/N: Is it really a reiderwriter smut if I don't have to clarify that 'I got carried away' at some point in the authors note? No, it is not. Thank you for the request. My brain is now equally rotted, oops.

Warnings: complaints, dirty talk, semi public sexual activity, partial voyeurism, fingering, hard/rough sex.

You weren't even dating.

Which made the situation even more frustrating for Spencer, and even more exciting for you. 

You'd always flirted with the man a lot, had been told multiple times to knock it off even after getting a little too close for comfort on a case. 

But you couldn't really blame yourself on that one. You'd had to do a quick takedown at a dive bar, and you'd been tasked with pretending to be a touchy couple at the bar to block the back entrance at the staff entrance. 

You'd draped yourself all over him, allowing yourself to get closer than you'd ever been before. 

If you'd just happened to let your hands fall down to his crotch, it was pure coincidence. So was giving his obviously erect length a few strokes through his jeans as he sat staring at you like you were his last meal and he was back in prison. 

Emily had to pull you aside after that one personally. 

You knew she was protective of Spencer, seeing him as a little brother, but it seemed like she was more protective of you at that moment. 

“Are you sure you know what you're doing?” She'd asked, waiting carefully for your answer before she said anything more. 

Two could play at that game. “What is this concerning?” 

“With Spencer.” 

“I'm not sure what you mean, Emily.”

“Yes, you do. Listen, I don't care what you get up to in your personal life, but Spencer has a way of making others feel very… seen. He can get protective and pushy. And I just want to know you're ready for that, and you're not going to let it affect your work.”

“Is Spencer having the same talk?” 

She laughed at that. 

“Spencer? No. I already know it's going to affect his work, because it has since you joined our team. He still gets his job done, but I know where his priorities would lie if there were an emergency.” 

You'd shivered at that and excused yourself. 

If he was that obsessed with you, why had he not told you? Stepped over that line from friends to more than that?

You needed to force the issue, and you had the perfect opportunity when Penelope invited you out for drinks. 

“Y/N! Don't go, it's Friday night, we-” she said gesturing wildly to the team gathered around you, “are going to a bar. No, you can't rain check either.” 

“Can I at least get changed first?” 

“You need to get changed. We're going to a nice bar, Y/N.” Running off again to grab the rest of your team members and force their attendance, you grinned after Penelope. 

It was time to see exactly how focused on you Spencer Reid was.

And how willing he was to let you slip through his fingers.

An hour later, you were stepping out of your taxi, pulling your skirt down as you did. The short black dress had a terrible habit of pulling up your thighs to flash your underwear at anyone in a 10 foot radius. Usually, that bothered you, but tonight, you planned on using it to your advantage. 

After all, you'd left out the underwear tonight for a reason. 

Pulling your jacket around you tighter, you pushed the door to the bar open and scanned the room for your team members. 

“Y/N, over here!” Tara called you over, nursing a beer. Luke sat next to her, Penelope on his other side, and Matt on hers and completing the group was Spencer Reid. 

“Where are JJ and Emily?” You asked, doing your very best to ignore Spencer as you sat down next to him, practically falling into his warmth. You sat so close to him. 

“At the bar. Emily is convinced she can flirt her way to a free drink, and JJ is convinced she cannot. The girl she's working on now has to be 22 at most, so it could honestly go either way.” Penelope answered, and you felt Spencer shift slightly beside you. 

“Speak of the devil,” Luke said as the two women approached. 

“Well? What's the result?” You grinned up at them, letting your head fall back against Spencer’s shoulder as you gently rested your hand on his thigh. He sat silently for a minute, not moving and just taking in the conversation. 

“I've still got it.” Emily grinned triumphantly. 

“Maybe I should give it a try. There are a few hot male bartenders tonight. Who knows, I might score more than just a drink.” 

Spencer choked on the drink he was sipping as you spoke quickly, a few knowing looks passing between every other person at the table. You'd have to be blind to miss it. Or Spencer. 

“Spencer, are you okay? You should be careful, I wouldn't want you to choke. That's how I want to end my night, but it's not for everyone.” That one earned you a few snickers from the others and a glare from the man himself. 

“I'm fine, thank you, Y/N.” He smiled down at you and gave your knee a friendly tap that turned slightly less friendly as he pushed it further up your leg. 

The others had since averted their attentions, moving their conversation onto other things, but you and Spencer were still stuck in each other's orbits. 

Your heart beat faster until you were sure it could be seen, raw and fit to burst out of your chest. His fingertips brushed your hem. He was seconds away from realising that you were going to get the attention you wanted that night. 

Slipping just an inch up the hem, he twitched almost imperceptibly as he searched for your panty line, brows knitting when he couldn't find it. 

“What's wrong, Spencer? Searching for something that isn't there?” You enjoyed watching his frown deepen as he registered your words, but you enjoyed it even more when you gently pushed his hand away as you stood. 

“Well, I need a drink. Let's hope I can recreate your success, Emily.” You said, finally pushing off your jacket. The dress may have been short, but it was also low cut, burning the candle at both ends as your breasts threatened to spill over with any particularly deep breath. 

“Sweet lord in heaven! You didn't come to play tonight.” Penelope exclaimed, practically applauding your body as you twirled for her and showed off the form fitting dress, giggling all the way. 

“You said it was a nice bar, Penelope. I'm hoping there are also some very nice men here, too.” With a wink, you turned on your heel and strode to the bar, making sure your hips swung seductively with every step. 

You couldn't immediately give in and turn to see if he was watching you when you got to the bar, though, not willing to give him the satisfaction. You were doing it all for him, but you still didn't want him to know that.

It didn't take long for men to swarm you. They came one at a time, and you entertained them each as you waited for your unnecessarily complex cocktail order to be prepared. 

In the 7 minutes you'd been away from the table, you'd been approached by three separate men. They all tried lines on you, gave you their numbers and tried their best to woo you, but with Spencer’s eyes burning across your body as you leaned against the bar, you really couldn't have cared less. 

Still, you leaned in, giggled in the appropriate places, and took the numbers, knowing they'd never be called.

When your cocktail was finally ready, and the last one offered to fund it for you  You finally felt a hand at your back. 

“That won't be necessary, thank you.” Spencer ended the conversation, handing his own card over to the bartender as he kept his hand on your back, his body crowding yours. 

The man walked away in defeat, and you turned on him, sipping your drink as you refused to move away.

“Now why ruin all my fun, Spencer?” 

“You're really enjoying all this attention, huh?” He said, pushing your hair behind your ear as he leaned closer to you, his next word a whisper against your skin.

“I can see your pussy from all the way back there,” he said, tugging down your skirt slightly. You weren't surprised though  simply taking another sip and maintaining eye contact. 

“I know.” His hand, having slipped up to your waist, tightened as his gaze dropped to your lips. 

“You want everyone to see your dripping cunt? Want to let all the men here take a turn trying to catch your attention so they can slip in?” His voice was low, practically a growl as he licked his lips.

“No. I wanted to see how long it'd take you to come over and do it. By my count, that was eight minutes, correct?” 

“Good girl. Just remember that you're mine. I'm not letting anyone else have you.” Giving your face a gentle stroke, he let it trail down your body, subtly cupping and squeezing your chest on the way down. 

“All of a sudden, I feel very tired, Spencer. Take me home.” He wasted no time, grabbing your hand and gathering you up, your jacket and bag collected from the desk as he gave minimal answers to the others as you departed. To their credit, they asked minimal questions. 

The cold air hit you hard as you pushed the doors open again, but Spencer was unperturbed, pulling you over to his car silently, a strong hand on your shoulder helping you into the passenger's seat.

You dare not talk the entire drive to his apartment, so sure that any word from you would have him turning immediately to deposit you right back at the bar. 

He didn't, though, but he also didn't look at you or touch you. You sat squirming at the heavy atmosphere, suddenly desperate to know exactly what thoughts were trapped inside Spencer’s impressive brain. 

“We're here.” He announced, pulling up quickly and cutting the engine, climbing out in a hurry. 

You fumbled with your own seat belt as he pulled your door open, catching you up in his arms as he closed the door behind you. You wrapped your legs around his waist as your arms wrapped around his neck, letting him carry you up the stairs to his apartment.

His lips didn't meet yours until the door was firmly closed and locked behind you, and even then, he didn't immediately dive in. He out you down, and a touch of disappointment flooded your body as he completely entangled himself from you. 

It dissipated completely when his hand wrapped around your throat. 

“Let me be clear, Y/N. You are mine. If you want attention, I will give it to you. If you want to choke on something, I'm more than happy to provide it. If you want to dress like a little whore, go ahead, but don't forget who your sweet little cunt belongs to.” His fingers tightened with each word as you gasped for air, back resting on the nearest wall as his body pressed up along your own. 

“Do you understand?” He asked, and you nodded repeatedly, fast and desperate. 

“Good. Now, ass up on the bed. I'll meet you there.” You practically sprinted to the room in question, slinking up onto the bed. He said ass up, but you hesitated slightly as he quietly shut the bedroom door behind you, just long enough to earn a slap on your ass as he finally returned to your side. 

“You have to listen, Y/N. You wanted this, so you have to listen nicely.” 

“I'm sorry, Spencer, it won't happen aga-” He stole the end of your sentence as he slipped his fingers into you, gently working the two longest ones up into a frenzy as he finger fucked you. 

“Sorry, what was that? I don't think I quite caught your words.” You could only moan in reply as you buried your head in his pillows, ass pressing back into his fingers to help him get deeper.

“So needy. Look at this little black dress. You knew this was going to happen, right?” A third finger slipped inside you, and you screamed out in pleasure as he continued using you.

“Burying your head isn't going to work, Y/N. Your cunt is answering for you.” 

You heard the rattle of his belt unbuckling as his fingers finally slipped out, the emptiness only a relief for a second before his cock was hitting deep inside of you. 

Thoughts escaped you as you finally got what you'd been begging for for weeks. His every frustration was pounded into you as he tugged at your hair, pulling your torso up so he could hit even deeper. 

Pulling back your head with a hand on your throat he laid a barrage of kisses across your upper back and shoulders, making sure to bite and suck and nip as his spare hand toyed with your nipples, pinching and pulling. 

In a second, you reached your climax, not having the breath left in you to let him know before you tightened on his shaft and let your body fall limp under his hands. 

“I'm going to mop up our cum with this dress, Y/N, and then I'm going to make you put it back on.” With a final grunt, he pulled out, jerking his cock through his release as he shot his load right over your pussy lips. 

He collapsed on top of you, and you finally gave up your last bit of strength beneath him, enjoying the pressure of his weight pushing down on you again. 

“Thank god that worked,” you gasped, catching your breath. You smiled as he flipped you over and pulled the dress off your head, true to his word. 

“What worked, Y/N?” 

“This. You don't know the lengths I'd have gone to to get you yo finally fuck me if this hadn't worked.” 

“But suddenly, I'm curious, and I have all the time in the world.” You laughed lightly but snuggled into his chest again, meaning to sleep. 

“Unless you want to get dressed again now…?” 

[1920sladydectective]

Hey i saw requests and had to ask, ambessa x reader for a wounded reader. I mean like a well executed plan goes to shit and Reade gets hurt much to ambessa's suprise. Passed and frustrated, ambessa traces readers old scars and stews on the new ones.

Hello my lovely! Thank you for your request! Very awesome and fun idea, I hope you like what I’ve done with it 🫶🫶🫶

I’m always happy to take them, especially with Ambessa if anyone is wondering! I shall try to get to them all.

This may not be quite what you wanted, I wrote it at half three in the morning and it’s a tad sillier than I’d intended. I’ll probably rewrite/add to it, but here it is for now!

Some mentions of blood etc - reader is hurt after all ❤️

Hurt Reader x Ambessa Drabble -

It was a shock, the warm slice sinking through your abdomen as a tall knight appeared.

This plan had been ridiculously simple and after ten years working under and loving Ambessa Medarda, you were notoriously difficult to surprise.

That being said, you were currently bleeding out as you stumbled away with the stupid bastard’s blood covering your front. You couldn’t let him live, but you did hope you didn’t die in the process.

Nearing the Noxian camp, you allowed yourself to cry out, spluttering slightly as everything blended into one.

Ambessa was discussing land division with Rictus, eagerly awaiting your return so you could retire to bed and then finally leave this back water hellhole.

Cries and clamouring had her dashing from her tent. You were there, unconscious, dragged along by shaking rookies.

The physician was already running to you, a loyal and efficient member of Ambessa’s staff, had it been anyone else her worries would have ended there.

She could tell all the blood was not yours, but it did nothing to dissuade the bile in her throat. This was impossible. This couldn’t be right. Part of her, foolish and soon to be carved out, had mistaken you for invincible. Despite the war wounds you wore as proudly as she wore her own, you were faster than her, always less risky. You were her sly fox, and the stab of fear she felt at you being caught made her snarl.

Hours seemed to drain into nothingness, her large hand stroking your serene face, muttering your favourite pet names and telling you stories. You had always hated the silence of rest, a feeling that only dissuaded with Ambessa. Her feelings were a muddle of thick, pulsing anger and desperation. Her fingers traced against the most faded of your marks, a melancholy filling her. Your story was mapped here, your journey with her visible in each gash and cut. It had seemed beautiful to her before. It still was, but as the cuts grew newer and fewer an uncharacteristic reservation filled her.

You were too precious to lose, and this had been your worst brush with death. The reason was inexcusably stupid, as Rictus had found out. A knight leaving his rotation slightly late because he was chatting up some maid, meant you’d been caught mere seconds before you would have fled. Ambessa felt hypocritical wanting to suddenly bundle you in furs and lock you in your chambers, but as she traced the crimson bandage on your midriff the plan seemed more and more plausible.

It took two days for you to wake and she never left your side. Murmuring all the while, her voice growing hoarse, Ambessa brushed your hair and ensured you stayed warm. The physician had said you would be fine and that she could benefit from some rest herself. Ambessa had nearly killed her, for some reason.

That, it seems, was what woke you.

“Do stop being stupid,” Your drug addled lips slurred, glassy eyes looking between the physician and your imposing wife, “She’s right, you look like shit,”

“Hello, Dear,” She muttered, dropping her blade and kneeling at your side.

“That was a tricky one, eh? What happened was-”

She let out a relieved sigh, kissing you tenderly on the lips, “We are not debriefing right now you fucking idiot,”

It took five months, eight hours of continual sex and a trip from Mel, but Ambessa finally seemed to mellow at the idea of you returning to her side in combat.

In the end you think it was your constant gasping and fawning at her own scars that did it.

Overreacting to your lover’s aged scars as if they were fresh was irritating apparently…

It was nice to know you were loved

[mingtinysworld]

Adrenaline Rush

Pairing: choi jongho x fem!reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: Jongho needs to blow off some steam after he's not satisfied with a performance, and you happen to be there for his assistance. Not that you mind.

Warnings: MDNI, rough, mean jongho, one face slap, throatfucking, hair pulling, degradation kink, use of names like (fucktoy, cumslut), cum swallowing

A/n: I SWEAR I did NOT plan to make Jongho this mean??? But it's ok because he's all cute and sweet at the end. I do love me a mean jongho though. Enjoyyyy please like, comment, and reblog!! - J<3

You nervously wait backstage, eyes on the monitor as staff put up the intricate set pieces for Ateez's stage. You know how hard the boys have worked for this insanely monumental opportunity. Especially Jongho, who has been nonstop belting his voice to perfect the high notes.

A few hours prior, Jongho had started feeling pain in his throat. He was afraid of letting down the group when he's known to be the powerhouse vocal that he is. You knew that no matter what, he would do an amazing job, but you were nervous on his behalf due to his harshness to himself.

You let out a stuttered breath and bounce your leg as they go on stage. They look majestic, and everyone in the crowd seems to absolutely love them. They perform almost their whole set, everything being more than perfect. You feel like crying from how proud you are, of each and every member. Then it's time for Wonderland.

This is the song that Jongho has been nervously dreading. The intense belt of 4 octaves leaves him to dread it every time. But you know that he kills it every single time, and you're certain he will today as well.

He steps forward, takes a deep steady breath, and goes for it. It's as if angels have come down to make you ascend with them. You're convinced that Jongho is not a real human being, he's an angel. No one could be that perfect, that talented, that beautiful. Your jaw is wide open with amazement, and you feel like you could cry.

They take their bows as the crowd erupts with so much love and appreciation for Ateez. They start walking offstage and you go to meet and congratulate them. You scream and clap as they emerge one by one, making them look at you with exhausted adoration. As soon as you see Jongho you lunge towards him, looping your arms around his neck and squealing with excitement.

"Babyyyy oh my god that was amazing. I'm so so proud of you!!" You give him countless pecks across his cheeks as he holds you loosely. You pull back to see his face is pulled taut and jaw clenched, and you tilt your head in confusion.

"Love? What's wrong?" You ask with a pout.

He closes his eyes for a few seconds and takes a deep breath. He leans closer to your face and speaks with a barely recognizable voice.

"If I don't fuck your face right now I think I might explode." He says intensely.

Your eyes widen at his admission and you feel like you're hit with lightning from head to toe. You swallow thickly and attempt to speak but all that comes out is a jumble of words.

"Jongho w-why are you so intense?" All you feel at the moment is pure arousal, slick coating your thin underwear. He groans dramatically and hangs his head.

"I messed up and I'm so goddamn angry right now I can barely speak." He manages with gritted teeth.

"But you did-" Before you can finish your encouraging sentence he grabs your wrist and spins you around, holding it behind your back. He leads you towards an empty costume room and you can feel his solid body walking right behind you.

"Shut the fuck up and let me use your mouth. The only good use for it apparently." You comply immediately and let him handle you like a rag doll, enjoying every second of it. As soon as he locks the door, he throws you down to the floor and you look up at him with a wide eyed expression that is screaming "ruin me."

It would truly be a shame if he didn't complete your request, so really he's only being the generous and giving boyfriend that he is. You take fluttery breaths in anticipation and sit there looking so pretty and pliant for him.

He steps forward and with one hand caresses your cheek gently. You close your eyes in bliss and lean into his touch like an obedient kitten. That is until he delivers a harsh slap to the same worshipped cheek. You jolt in surprise and hiss at the sting his palm left, but you stay as still as possible to be a good girl for Jongho.

He smiles like he just won a reward. Maybe he did because the sight of you in front of him is enough to make him burst. He pulls down his pants low enough to pull his aching cock out, but still being mostly dressed. He's leaking so much precum that it's threatening to spill onto the floor and you have to resist the urge to just lick him clean immediately.

He hooks a thumb into your mouth, lifting your head backwards to a point of almost discomfort. The light bounces off of your glazed eyes, making them look like pools of desire and helplessness. He pushes down on your tongue and you don't waste any time wrapping your lips around his digit and giving him a preview of what's to come.

Patience running thin, he pulls his finger out of your soft mouth with a pop, and gathers your hair into one fist. With the other hand he guides his leaking member into your awaiting mouth. You instantly choke around him, somehow forgetting how thick he really is. You try to breathe calmly through your nose to control your gag reflex.

He slides in farther, reaching to the entrance of your throat. He gives an experimental thrust and goes through the restrictive barrier between your mouth and throat. You instinctively swallow around him, resulting in him throwing his head back and groaning. He loses all self control and starts using your throat according to his needs.

He sets a wild pace instantly, hips never stuttering. He hits the back of your throat so sharply that you're sure you'll have giant bruises leftover. Jongho seems to have ascended to a completely different world, with his eyes closed like he's enjoying a nice yoga session. You dig your fingernails into your palms, leaving crescent indents. You want to do your best for Jongho, be a stress reliever, be the best fucktoy he's ever had. It's as if he's read your mind, because in the next second he starts to degrade you to the point your head feels cloudy.

"Who's a good fucktoy? Yeah that's right, you are. Forever my little cumslut aren't you? God I love the way your mouth feels, I could fuck it forever." The only thing you can do is let out pathetic whimpers to confirm his words. You love being used by him, being his toy. As he nears his orgasm he goes even harder. He's now using your hair to pull you back and forth along his length, sending pleasurable sharp pain to your abused scalp.

Your nose meets his stomach and you're held there while Jongho's shooting his load into your throat. You sputter and gargle around him, releasing droplets around the side of your mouth. His stomach clenches in and out as he empties everything into you. As soon as he pulls you off of him you start to cough intensely. He immediately locates a water bottle to soothe your sore throat. You gulp it down greedily, savoring every precious drop.

He helps pull you up, and supports your wobbly form. Even if he treats you so roughly, you're always his princess first and foremost. He runs a gentle hand down your back, rubbing soothingly.

"Did I do too much, my love?" He whispers worriedly.

You shake your head assuredly. "No baby, you were perfect. You were perfect on stage too you know." You croak with a raised eyebrow. He laughs at your expression and softens up.

"Oh what did I do to deserve you? I just think the world of you sweetheart." He rests his head against your forehead, breathing deeply. Your heart beats loudly, feeling the flutter of a thousand butterflies inside. You break apart and give him a cheeky grin.

"I demand a bath and a massage." You raise your head defiantly, daring him to disagree. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head in disbelief.

"You don't ever change oh my god. How about I do you one better? I'll give you a bath and massage while singing you your favorite songs. Followed up by some very cuddly cuddles. What do you think?" He asks.

"I think you have yourself a deal mister Choi best singer and performer Jongho." You give him a bow and he playfully smacks you.

"Alright alright, get it together." He pretends to grumble grumpily.

"Okayyy mister bear." You retort while running away.

"HEY.” He says while chasing after you.

[ssentimentals]

seventeen members as love tropes: kwon soonyoung

love at first sight (or meet cute au)

'did you hear wedding bells ring? cause that's what i heard when i saw you'

it wasn't supposed to happen. hoshi knew better but he's been sitting at the hotel whole day and boredom clung to his whole body like that stupid fly on the ceiling that refused to budge no matter how many pillows you threw her way. and he knows that it's all for his own safety, knows that fans went ballistic since they learned he landed in this city and he knows that his managers actually want only the best for him. it's just their version of best for him is basically imprisoning him in the hotel and hoshi's version of best for him is letting him roam around the city unguarded. so yes, him walking out of the hotel unsupervised was not supposed to him but oh well, it's too late to think about it now that he's hiding in the very first shop he saw on his way, running away from overly excited fans.

said shop turned out to be a small coffee shop in a ghibli movie characters theme. it's cute, hoshi notes from his position behind the counter. he climbed here the second he entered, quickly realizing that hiding under the tables will not help him. there's no one in the cafe and he has half a mind to call someone from staff when door from his left opens and a person walks in. hoshi instantly shoots up, apologies on his tongue when you finally look up and- oh.

not many things can leave hoshi speechless; he's been in this business for such a long time that it feels like he's seen it all, even some stuff that he wishes he could un-see. he's very used to perfect faces, perfect settings, perfect speeches - he's been trained to know what to say in any situations but right now he's at loss. you are so-

'what the hell you are doing standing behind the counter?!'

-rude. yeah. blinking, he snaps back to reality instead of getting lost in your eyes. it's almost five and sun dances beautifully on your face, it illuminates all your features with an orange glow and he wishes he had a camera with him because whoa.

'i'm gonna call police if you don't step back.' there's slight tremor in your voice but you still try to look confident. 'how did you even-'

'door was open!' hoshia blurts out in his defense, belatedly realizing that this is not a good excuse for hiding behind the counter, where only staff members can go. 'i had to hide, i'm so sorry, but they would've spot me if i chose just take any table.'

your face is very expressive. miriads of emotions change themselves until you settle on confusion. 'hide from who- oh my god, are you a gang member?'

'i-what-' hoshi sputters, looking himself up and down. does he look like a gang member? 'no, i'm- uh, a singer. popular one.'

hoshi is not sure why he added the last bit but it's too late to take it back now. your gaze focuses on his face and he takes this time to study you too. it's hard to pinpoint why, but there's something so interesting and fascinating about you (apart from you generally being really, really pretty). like hoshi could stare at you all day and not get bored, could see you as his muse even.

'okay,' you exhale, looking very done. 'okay. you are a singer. a popular one. hiding from..fans, i presume?' hoshi nods. 'okay. that still doesn't mean that you can stand here.'

hoshi moves like a lightning, quickly jumping to the other side. you're not wearing any badge with a name and he suddenly really needs to know your name. 'sorry again. uh-' he looks around, trying to keep the conversation going. 'can i get one ice americano, please? name is soonyoung, by the way.'

you look... amused. baffled. shocked. hoshi likes how he can pull out so many emotions from you but he is yet to see you smile and that makes him sad. 'okay, soonyoung. one ice americano coming right up, anything else?'

'your name,' hoshi says, beaming, not caring how awfully cheesy that sounded. he goes for a killer: 'i can't keep callling you 'pretty girl' in my mind.'

and there you go, there's your smile. it sets fireworks in his chest and his grin broadens. you look much better with that smile on your face, he decides and proceeds to tell you this loudly as well.

'thank you,' you say, blushing but also laughing.

you don't say your name but laughter is good, hoshi decides. laughter is almost love, no? it can start with a laughter, he is sure. his mind conjures thousands of pick up lines that can you make laugh and maybe, just maybe, if he makes you laugh often enough you'll tell him your name. and then he can get your number and then he can facetime you from whenever and will always be able to look at your pretty face. now that's a solid plan in hoshi's mind and he's never happier for not listening to his managers and running away from the fans because meeting you is worth it ten times over.

a/n: and i finished my 'seventeen members as love tropes' series with hoshi! hope you liked it, let me know! - nini

my other seventeen works are here

my formula 1 works are here

[bteezxyewriter12]

Never Let Me Go

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word count- 7.7k

Includes- Angst, mean girl co-worker, pussy eating, blow job, deep throating, cum eating, cock riding, missionary, love making, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxminnie @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

@yeosxxx @seokwoosmole @jjongsbebe @wisejudgedragonhairdo @meowmeowminnie @woo-stars @borntowalkaway @usagionthered @san-realblkwife @seonghwasstar @jejeyeppeo @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi @prayerofthehaim @realisticnotes @insomniacatiny @stephy-nicole13 @mknae-jongho @bykeynote @amyz78 @blueie-things

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J POV

I separate a section of his hair at the side of his head, then use a clip to hold the rest back

"Tilt your head this way a little Hwa", I tell him, slightly leaning his head to the right

He does and I take the section of hair, spraying it with hair spray

I separate that section of hair into two and start the tiny twist braid on the side of his head

As I twist the silky strands, I add more hair into the braid, making a sort of Dutch twist braid

Stopping when the braid is just past his ear, I take a small black elastic hand and tie the braid off, making sure it's tight and flat against his head

Then another layer of hair spray

I do three more tight twist braids, then another looser one, leaving hair out to frame his face

Moving behind him, I tilt his head back and start the Dutch braid where his part is, braiding the hair back off his face

"It feels good jagi", he murmurs, "You do it so gently"

"Well I don't want to hurt you baby", I tell him

As a hairstylist for ATEEZ, I definitely don't want to hurt any of the members when I do their hair

That'd be disastrous

I know some of the hairstylists are rougher than me sometimes and I see the guys grimacing in the mirror

I make sure I do the job right and as gentle as I can, especially with my boyfriend

I remember my mom pulling my hair when she brushed or did mine when I was a kid and I hated it

I'd run when she came near me with a hair brush

When I started cosmetology school for hair, I vowed never to be rough with someone's hair

"It never hurts jagi", he smiles at me, taking my breath away

He's so fucking beautiful it's a crime

Barefaced or made up like he is now, he is the handsomest man I've ever seen

I smile back at him, then continue to work on his hair, making another Dutch braid next to the first one, then five more twist braids on the other side of his head

Once those are done, I turn on the flat iron and section off his hair again to straighten it

I go slowly so I don't accidentally burn him, making his soft black hair pin straight

Moving in front of him, I run the flat iron over the pieces of hair framing his face, then spraying it again

Finally I walk around him running my fingers in his hair to mess it up slightly, then strategically "mess up" the hair framing his face

"Done Hwannie"

He nods, standing up, "Thanks baby"

"Yeah Hwa", I answer, turning the flat iron off and putting it on the table

"Jagi", he says softly, his hand on my arm, turning me to him

I look up at him just as he leans down, his soft smooth lips against mine in a gentle kiss

My head spins, my heart pounding just like it does every time he kisses me

All too soon the kiss ends, a smile on his face

"I'll see you later ok?"

I nod, "Yeah baby, ok"

He kisses my cheek, then goes across the room to the tables with makeup

I watch him sit down, one of the make up artists, Eun, glaring at me

I just raise my eyebrow

I don't know what her problem is

She's always been mean to me since I started over a year ago

She was never nice, gives backhanded compliments and is just rude

Like a popular mean girl except the other stylists and staff don't really like her

I stay away from her, I don't engage in her bullshit

She's never said anything directly to me but when she does, I'll shut her down, no problem

Ignoring her, I call Mingi over for his hair to be done

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I watch my baby dance, sweat pouring down his face as he smirks and sticks his tongue out

A group of us staff are watching the guys perform on a monitor in the dressing room

He's so beautiful, everything he does so effortless

He's amazing to watch

"God, Seonghwa is so hot", Eun says, when a close up of Seonghwa breathing hard after the performance ends appears on the screen

"Eun!", Rose shushes her

"Oh what?", Eun rolls her eyes, "Joanne knows she's dating an idol. A hot idol at that and she knows girls are going to talk about him, lust after him"

Eun looks right at me, smirking haughtily, "Right Jo?"

I just nod because she's right

I know Seonghwa is lusted after by lots of women and some of those women work with me

I'm used to hearing people talk about him

Wishing they could have him

He's not only hot but he's the whole package

Sweet, kind, so caring, so affectionate, so gentle, so loving, attentive, supportive

He's honestly the perfect guy

"His duality is insane. How he goes from hot to freaking adorable is crazy", Eun continues

Again she's right

And its such a turn on seeing it happen during sex

How he can go from a cute cuddly baby to a dominating rough demon in seconds can give someone whiplash

Not me though

Not anymore

I'm used to it

"I wish I could fuck him"

Ok that's a new one

"Jesus Christ Eun! His girlfriend is standing right there!", Kamou snaps

"Please, I'm just saying what everyone is thinking", she answers, "Every woman here wants to fuck him"

Again, she's not wrong but really she doesn't have to say it in front of me

"I'd do it too", she says, looking at me, "Nothing against you Jo, but if Seonghwa came on to me while he's with you, I'm going for it"

I guess that's supposed to be a warning but I'm not worried

I made Seonghwa swear up and down before I agreed to go out with him that he won't cheat on me

I'm not dumb, I know he's around beautiful idols and beautiful ATINYs all day, almost everyday

I know he'll be hit on, he'll be tempted

But I made him promise to break up with me if he wanted to fuck someone else or just fuck around in general

I was cheated on before, I told him about it and I made sure he knew that was a condition of me saying yes to him

Do not cheat

So the only time Eun would ever get him is after he breaks up with me

By then he's free and it doesn't matter who he sleeps with

"Goddamn Eun. Rein it fucking in and stop talking to her like that", Kamou growls

"Please Kam. I'm just giving her a reality check", Eun says pompously, "Seonghwa is twenty five years old. He knows he's a hot guy who millions of girls want. He can have his pick of anyone and he chooses Jo? C'mon"

What she's saying is insulting and I am offended but she's also right

I often wonder why he did pick me

I'm definitely not the prettiest staff member here, not the smartest, not the most outgoing

In fact, when I was first hired, I didn't speak to any of the members for months despite them trying

I was just nervous and I knew I'd make a fool of myself

Seonghwa was the one who actually got me to start talking

He was just so sweet, trying to make conversation and I didn't want to hurt his feelings

But once I opened up to Seonghwa it was easy to open up to the other guys too

Four months after I started talking to Seonghwa, he asked me out and we've been together for almost a year

But really if you look at us, it's clear we don't belong together

He's way out of my league

Anyone can see it

"That's so fucking rude", Kamou snarls

Eun scoffs, "The truth is rude. She's definitely not his type. Not with her tattoo sleeves and that weird piercing on her face. They don't go together. They look weird together. He should be with a girl who's classically pretty, whose skin isn't all inked up. That's probably why he hasn't gone public with her. Because of how she looks. He's probably ashamed of her"

I hate how she's talking like I'm not here

Like if you're gonna talk shit, talk to my face

"That's so out of line", Rose tells her

Eun just shrugs then actually turns to me

Finally she's not being a coward

"Not for nothing Jo, you and Seonghwa aren't end game", Eun says snottily, "He'll leave you eventually, probably for an idol"

"Eun what the actual fuck is wrong with you?", Rose gapes

"Nothing. I'm telling her reality. Her and Seonghwa aren't going to last"

"I know", I say, all of their eyes landing on me

The thing is Eun is telling me this shit as if I don't know it already

As if I haven't painstakingly thought of and worried about every single thing she said

I know me and Seonghwa aren't endgame

There's just no way

I don't look like a "normal" girl

I have lots of tattoos

Visible tattoos

I don't have sleeves on my arms but I have a lot along the length of my arms

I have more on my thighs, my ankles, my calves, my body

And I have an anti eyebrow ring, a barbell on my cheekbone under my right eye

Big no no's, especially in the idol world

I figured Seonghwa would never go public with me

I'm not exactly idol girlfriend material

And it doesn't help that I told him I love him a few weeks ago and he said nothing

We had just finished being together and were cuddling and I just said it

I don't know what I was expecting but it wasn't complete silence

It wasn't the look on his face like he wanted to be anywhere but with me at that moment

And that moment confirmed what I already knew

He doesn't love me

After two minutes of complete silence, I had to get out of there

I kissed his cheek, disentangled from him and went right to the bathroom

I cleaned up and desperately hoped he wouldn't bring it up ever again

When I got back to my room, he acted as if I didn't say anything to him

And I just went with it

He went back to acting normal, never bringing up my love confession again

And I just let it go

I decided to just enjoy the time I have with him, however long that will be

"Jo?", Kamou asks

"Look, I know Seonghwa and I aren't going to last ok? I know he'll probably end up with an idol or even an ATINY. I'm not stupid", I tell them, "I know how lucky I am to have the chance to be with him. I know I'm not good enough for him. But I'm just going to enjoy being with him. However long that is. And when he's tired of me and wants to break up, I'm gonna let him go"

I'm not about making someone who doesn't want to be with me stay

I can't make him love me, I can't make him want me

And I don't want to be with someone who doesn't want me

It'll hurt but I'll just have to find a way to get over it

"So anything you think you have to say to let me know about Seonghwa and my relationship, save it", I tell Eun, "You can't tell me anything I don't already know or thought about"

Eun just shrugs, "Well just know that once he dumps you, I'm going after him. I'm at least going to fuck him"

I snort, glaring at her, "Why wait? Why don't you go after him now?"

She sneers, "Because I don't get into girl fights and I know you're the pathetic type to fight for a guy who won't want you soon. Seeing as how I know you two won't last anyway, I can wait a little while longer"

"I'm pathetic?", I snort, "You're the sad desperate skank who's pining over someone else's boyfriend"

She huffs, glaring at me, "We'll see how much of a smart ass you are when your boyfriend is with me"

God, she's so full of herself

I know Seonghwa would never go for her

He doesn't go for bitches

And she's a mega bitch

"Whether Seonghwa is with me or not, it won't stop me from shutting your fucking ass up", I growl, "It won't keep my mouth shut when you're acting like a bitch. So how about you go fuck right off?"

She sneers but doesn't say anything, instead walking away to the other side of the room

She's a fucking coward, all talk with nothing to back herself up

"Don't listen to her", Kamou says, "She's an idiot. She's just jealous"

I shrug

I don't care about her

As long as she stays away from me and keeps her mouth shut, there will be no problems

Now that ATEEZ is done performing, I take my phone and sit on one of the chairs, starting the long process of waiting for the show to be over so Seonghwa and I can go home

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Seonghwa POV

I stand outside the dressing room completely horrified at the conversation I overheard

I came to find my jagi after the performance when I saw she wasn't backstage

I heard everything Eun said to her

The fucking audacity she has saying those things to my baby

As if I'd ever be with Eun

Not a chance in hell

Eun can chase me to the ends of the earth, I will never be with her

She's nothing I'd ever want

She's mean and nasty to all the staff and it's a huge turn off

I'm so upset hearing everything Joanne said....everything she thinks- how she "knows" I'm going to get tired of her, that I'm going to break up with her...that I'm out of her league....that she thinks I'm ashamed of her....it breaks me that she thinks she's not good enough for me

Because it's completely not true

She's out of my league not the other way around

She's my everything

I love her with all my heart, she's my one, she's all I want

I hate how clear it is that she thinks I don't love her

It's because of what happened when she told me she loves me

I was completely shocked, I was happy but also unsure if I heard her right and I choked

Badly

I didn't say anything and then she ran away

I was horrified and yelling at myself when she left her bedroom

I don't know why I just didn't say it back

I just froze like a dumbass

And when she came back, she had a look on her face, almost like she was begging me not to bring up what just happened

So I didn't and acted normal

But I've been kicking myself ever since that day

I've been trying to find the right time to tell her that I love her more than anything but every time seems wrong

It's like that moment was the right time and I blew it

One thing is clear though, I have to tell her that she's wrong

Tell her everything she's thinking is so wrong and I love her so much

I will

Tonight when we get back to her apartment

I'm telling her everything I should of said that night

I walk into the dressing room, looking for her

I spot her in a chair, scrolling through her phone, lost in her own world

I smile watching her

She's so oblivious sometimes and it's adorable

"Jagi", I call when I get to her

She looks up at me and gives me her gorgeous smile that takes my breath away

"Hi Hwannie", she says, "What are you doing here baby? Shouldn't you be in the viewing room with the guys?"

I nod, "Yeah but I wanted to find you first"

"Oh. Well here I am"

I smile at her, reaching out and running my fingers in her hair

God, she's so fucking beautiful

I can stare at her all day

"You still want me to come over after?", I ask

She nods, "Yeah. Unless you don't want to"

"No I do jagi"

"Ok Hwa", she smiles

Leaning down, I kiss her soft lips, my head spinning just like every time I kiss her

I love that feeling

"I'll see you later jagi"

"Ok Hwannie"

Kissing her forehead, I reluctantly leave her in the dressing room

I don't want to go back to the guys, I want to stay with her but I can't

'Just a little longer', I tell myself as I enter the viewing room

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I follow her into her bedroom watching as she kicks her shoes off in the closet

"What do you wanna do baby?", she asks, "Are you hungry? We can order food"

I am hungry but I want to address what I overheard first

"Jagi, can...can we talk?", I ask

She freezes, a look of fear on her face

And I mentally palm myself in the face when I realized what I said

What it sounds like to her

Those words are the words everyone who's going to break up with someone uses

She swallows, then nods, forcing a smile on her face, "Yeah sure Hwa. I uh ...I'm just going to change first ok?"

"Yeah jagi, ok", I answer, hoping that by using a pet name she realizes I'm not breaking up with her

She faces her dresser as she changes, her body slightly trembling, her breathing increasing, her nose sniffling

I immediately get up and get to her, knowing that she's either crying or trying not to cry

Taking her arm, I turn her to me and wrap my arms around her, holding her tightly

She clings onto me, her face buried in my shirt, her fingers gripping the fabric hard

She's standing stiffly in my arms as if that will protect her from any hurt she thinks is coming

"Jo", I whisper, needing to tell her how I really feel, so she knows she had nothing to ever worry about, "I love you"

I feel like a weight is lifted off me now that I told her

Silence fills the room and she doesn't move a muscle

It takes a minute before she moves her face away from my shirt, slowly looking up at me, confusion in her beautiful eyes

"What?", she whispers

I push her hair off her face, looking in those dark brown pools I drown in every time I look in her eyes, "I love you Jo. So fucking much jagi"

"You don't have to say it just because I did Hwa", she says quietly

"I'm not jagi", I assure her, "I...I'm sorry I didn't say it before. When you said it. I was just shocked and I froze. I...I was worried I was hearing things. But baby I love you so much. I never fell in love with anyone before but fuck, I love you so much"

"You're....you're serious?", she asks hesitantly

"One hundred percent", I answer

I breathe in preparing to talk to her about what I overheard

"Jo....I heard....what Eun said to you. And what you said to her"

Her cheeks turn pink as she looks away

"Baby", I say softly, touching her cheek gently, her eyes slowly moving back to me, "Everything she said, everything you think, it's not true"

"It's not?"

I shake my head, "Jagi, I'm not ashamed of you baby. I never would be. I think...I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen"

"C'mon Hwa", she says, clearly not believing me, "That's not true"

"Of course it is Jo. The second I saw you, I was mesmerized. All I wanted was to be near you. To get to know you. But you were so shy and I backed off, giving you time to get adjusted to everything. Until I couldn't wait anymore. That's when I started talking to you. From the moment I saw you, I wanted you. Only you"

Her cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink and I smile softly, running my fingers in her long hair

"You're stunning to me Jo. And I absolutely love all your tattoos. I love looking at them, I love tracing the lines, I love how they look on you", I confess, "And I love your piercing too. It's unique and interesting and looks so fucking good on you"

Leaning down, I kiss her cheek where her piercing is

She is honestly the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen

Like an ethereal angel

An ethereal tattooed angel

"I happen to think we look incredibly good together", I tell her, smiling

"Yeah?", she asks, giving me a small smile

"Oh yeah", I confirm, "We are definitely a hot couple"

She giggles, the sound warming my entire body

"We look perfect together", I tell her honestly

"I...I thought we did too", she whispers, "But I could be wrong"

"You're not, baby", I say, "Jo, I know that you think I'm going to leave you eventually but I'm not"

"You don't know that Hwa"

"I do", I say firmly, "See jagi to me, we are endgame. I went into this knowing you're my one, knowing we're endgame. The only way we're not together is if you walk away. If you leave me because I'm never going to walk away from you. Never. Of that I'm sure"

I can't be without her

I don't know how I lived without her before

And I know if she ever left me, I'd break completely

Just thinking about it makes my heart pound, makes tears spring to my eyes

"You are more than good enough for me baby. Too good", I tell her, "I'll never get tired of you Jo. I'll never hide you like you think I will. I was waiting to tell you I love you before I go public with us"

"You were?", she questions, surprised

"Yeah jagi. I actually can't wait to show everyone the beautiful girl I love with all my heart. To have the world know I have an amazing girl", I answer, looking in her gorgeous eyes, "I don't want you to ever let me go baby. Please don't"

She shakes her head, hugging me tightly, whispering in my ear, "I never will Hwa. I love you more than anything Seonghwa. You are the one I want, always. I was scared you weren't going to want me"

"Don't be afraid jagi", I whisper, "I'm never leaving you. I'm never letting you go. You're my everything"

"You're mine too Hwannie"

I breathe in relief, holding her tightly

"I love you", I tell her

Now that I said it, I don't want to stop

"I love you Hwa"

Leaning down, I kiss her softly, pouring all my love into it

She kisses me back, her arms moving around my neck where they belong

Picking her up, I carry her to her bed, laying her on it, kissing her desperately

I need her right now but what's more, I need to show her how much I love her, how much I want her

As her tongue plays with mine, I move my hands down her body, pulling her pj pants down

Sitting up, I get them off her, her panties and the rest of her clothes following

She sits up, taking my shirt off, then tugging on my pants, whining a soft "off"

I do as she asks, taking everything off, then gently pushing her back on the bed

"Fuck jagi", I murmur, my eyes and hands roaming her body, her soft skin under my fingers, "How could I ever want anyone else when I have you? You're perfect baby"

Leaning down, I press a kiss to the skin between her boobs and keep going, making my way down her body, giving kisses along her pretty tattoos

She whimpers, her body pressing up into my lips, her skin trembling

I open her legs as I kiss her lower stomach, forcing myself to go slow and not just bury my face in her sweet cunt

Finally I get to where I want to be and give her little pussy a kiss, then run my tongue up her cunt eagerly

We both moan at the same time, her from pleasure, me from how utterly sweet she tastes

I swear I can never get enough of eating her pussy

I can eat her out every day, for hours

The whole rumor about me loving to eat pussy is right

I love it and I love hers

With every lick I give her, I move my tongue faster and faster until I'm swirling it around her cunt, pushing my face right into her

I grip her thighs hard, keeping her wide open for me as I eat

"Seonghwa", she moans, her voice sending shivers down my back

I can never get tired of hearing her call my name

It turns me on like nothing else

My tongue runs down her pussy and I dip just the tip into her hole, feeling her trying to clench on it

I pull away, listening to her cute whines

"Mmm jagi, want me to tongue fuck you?"

"Yes Hwa", she whines, her hand sliding into the back my hair, pushing my face right against her cunt

"Anything you want baby", I promise her

"You, I want you"

"You have me baby", I answer, "Always"

I kiss her pussy again, then slide my tongue all the way in, moaning as she squeezes my tongue hard

I moan in her cunt, pulling my tongue out then slipping back in

I thrust in and out of her hole, slowly increasing my speed with every thrust

Her pussy soaks my face, drowning me just how I like it

I swallow her juice over and over, so much of it filling my mouth, while her pussy creams my tongue

"Mmm jagi", I moan, lost in her cunt, "So good baby. Fuck, taste so good. Love eating your cunt"

"Hwannie", she whines, her hips moving against my face as I pleasure her

"Good girl", I praise her, continuing to fuck her little hole

We move together, her cunt throbbing around my tongue faster with each stroke, with each grind against my face

"Seonghwa", she moans,

I thrust my tongue as far as I can inside her cunt just as cums, her legs shaking hard around my head

Her pussy spasms so tightly around my tongue, her cream coating it and pouring into my mouth

I moan as her delicious taste fills my senses and I keep swallowing until I get it all

God, she's the best tasting thing I've ever had in my mouth

As soon as I get it all, I slide my tongue up, flicking her clit

"Yes Seonghwa!", she cries just as I wrap my mouth around her throbbing clit, sucking harshly on her

I close my eyes, reveling in the way her clit pulses against my lips, each spasm sending pleasure down to my already hard aching cock

I alternate between licking her clit, flicking it and sucking on it, her cunt getting even more drenched, it's dripping down my neck

She cries my name as she squirms on the bed, the pleasure in her face so fucking pretty

She's fucking perfect

I slip my tongue down, just to taste her cream and swallow it, then I return to massaging her clit

"Seonghwa", she moans, "So good, fuck"

"Mm, gonna cum for me again?"

"Yes!", she yells, "Yes. Please...need...need"

"I know what you need baby", I murmur, sucking her clit in my mouth and slurp hard on it

"Oh my fucking god yes, Seonghwa!", she screams and I watch the gorgeous sight of my jagi coming

So fucking pretty

I suck her through it, not wanting to let go but wanting to be buried in her cunt at the same time

I reluctantly let go, then lick up her cum from her hole, reveling in the sweet taste

I make sure I clean her pussy up completely before sitting up

She reaches out for me and I take her hands helping her sit up, her chest heaving

"Good jagi?", I ask, tucking some hair behind her ear

Her beautiful brown eyes meet mine as she nods

"Good baby", I smile

"Come lay down baby", she says

I comply, laying against the headboard, waiting for her

She moves on top of me, kissing me and I eagerly kiss her back

There is no time where I will not kiss her

Anytime she's willing to give me her kisses I'll gladly take it

After awhile she breaks the kiss, her lips moving to my neck, making me whimper from how good it feels

Her kisses keep moving down, spreading all over my chest so slowly

It feels amazing and I feel so loved, so wanted

She's the only girl who's ever taken the time to kiss my whole body, like I do to hers

"I love you", she murmurs into my skin, her fingers running along the side of my body

"I love you Jo"

I feel her smiling against me, her lips moving lower, kissing along my abs and lower stomach

She moves lower when I stop her

I don't need a blow job

Tonight isn't about me, it's about her, about me showing her how much I love her

"You don't have to jagi", I tell her

"I want to", she says

I shake my head, "I don't need it jagi. I-"

"Please Hwannie. Wanna suck your cock baby", she pleads, making her eyes big and innocent

Fuck, those eyes, they can get me to do anything

"Are you sure baby? You don't have to if you don't want to", I assure her

"I want to Hwannie. I love blowing you just as much as you like eating me out"

Huh, I didn't not know that

Now I do

"Can I?", she asks

I nod, "Yeah jagi"

She smiles and it blows my mind that she's happy to go down on me

Her head dips down, her lips pressing kisses along my hard length, my body shivering with pleasure

God it feels so fucking good, it's insane

She kisses my head, her tongue pressing against it, licking and getting my leaking cum on her tongue

She swallows, her eyes looking at mine, smirking, "So good Hwannie"

I swallow hard, so turned on

My girlfriend is the hottest girl on this planet

Her tongue runs up and down my cock, wetting me, then swirls around my head, pleasure creeping into my veins

I watch her mouth wrap around my head, sucking softly, sending bliss exploding into me

I groan, watching her move down my cock more and more, her sucking getting faster

Harder

"Oh god jagi", I moan, her mouth feeling utterly amazing

She bottoms me out quickly, deepthroating me, it feeling so good in her tight throat

Her mouth sucks desperately on my dick, her hands holding my hips hard

I can't tear my eyes from her as I move my hand in her hair, wrapping it around into a ponytail

She bobs her head, going up my cock, then back down fast, taking me in her throat hard, stars blasting in my eyes

She moves quickly, up and down, tears filling her pretty eyes

She moans loudly, spit all over, making the blow job so messy, just how I like it

"So good", I whimper, my body tense with bliss, "Doing such a good job, sucking my cock like this jagi"

"Mmm", she whines, her teary eyes moving to my face

It's too good and my body has a mind of its own, my hips lifting up as she comes down, meeting her bob and sliding in her throat faster

"Oh fuck", I cry

We start moving together, my hips lifting and thrusting into her mouth while she slides up and down, meeting my thrusts, a mix of throat fucking and deepthroating that feels phenomenal

With each move, we go faster and I'm right there

She takes my cock deep in her throat, bliss tsunaming over me as I cum

"Jo, baby, fuck", I cry, her mouth sucking and swallowing as I shoot cum in her mouth

"Mmmm", she moans, sending shivers up my spine, her mouth sucking all the cum from my dick

"Don't stop baby", I moan when I finish, oversensitivity hitting me

I can get past it soon, I want her to keep going so she can get me hard again

After a few minutes, I'm hard and I stop her

"Baby, come here"

She moves off me and I pull her into my lap, kissing her, my head spinning

How can her kiss always make me feel so good?

How?

She slides her hands in the back of my hair, her tongue playing with mine while my hands move up her body slowing, tangling in her hair

One of her hands slowly moves down my body, her fingers running along my chest, then abs, my skin on fire from her touch

Her hand moves between us, grabbing my cock, holding me up

Without breaking the kiss, she moves up then sinks down on my cock, her arm wrapping around my neck again

She moves down slowly, her pussy splitting around my hard cock, soaking me completely

God, it feels so fucking good

I lift my hips up, helping her get me inside her, her hips moving as she wiggles down my length

Once I get all in, we both moan from how tight of a fit we are

Fuck me, she feels so goddamn good

Always

So fucking tight, so wet, latching onto my cock and pulsing hard

She gently pushes me back until I'm laying down, looking down at me

Bouncing on me, she moves slowly but hard, taking my cock in deeply, her pussy squeezing along my length as she moves

Taking my hands, she puts them on her body

"Touch me Hwa", she murmurs

"Always jagi", I whisper, running my fingers up and down the sides of her body, her skin trembling against my fingers

She closes her eyes, biting her lip as she moves and I'm completely hypnotized

The way her boobs jiggle, the pleasure on her face, the way she rocks on my cock when she takes me back inside

She's so fucking gorgeous

"Hwa", she moans, when she rubs her spot on my head, shivers running up my spine

God, I love the way she moans my name

Screaming it, calling it, moaning it, saying it, I love hearing my name in her voice

The next time she comes back down, I thrust up, right into her spot, watching her pretty body shiver

Gripping her hips, I thrust up every time she comes down, my cock slipping in deeper, making her stomach bulge with each move

That's such a fucking turn on

"Fuck", she moans, her gorgeous pussy lips petaling open for my cock, her pretty hole slipping up and down my length, straining as it gets down to my base

As we move together, I keep hitting her spot over and over, stretching her wide open, her pussy clenching my cock in a vice grip, cream pouring out of her, soaking my cock and lap in it

She's close

"Look at me jagi", I call, wanting to see her cum

Opening her eyes, she looks down at me, meeting my gaze

"Cum jagi. I want to watch you", I say softly

Bringing herself down on me again, she explodes, shaking on top of me, her legs quaking around my body the sight of her coming so fucking ethereal

"Seonghwa, Seonghwa", she moans softly

"Fuck jagi, you're so fucking beautiful", I whisper, intense pleasure coursing through my body from her orgasm

I don't know how or why her orgasms give me so much pleasure, but they do and I'm fucking addicted to them

When she finishes, I sit up, wrapping my arms around her waist and turning us, getting her on her back, going on top of her

Slipping back inside her welcoming cunt, I begin thrusting in and out, slowly, feeling every inch of her pussy stretching for me

As I move, I can feel everything- every clench, every drop of her cream all over my shaft, every move of her fingers running along my back, her fingers running in my hair

It feels so fucking good

"Seonghwa", she moans softly, clinging onto me tightly as I make love to her

I bury my face in her neck, kissing her, breathing in the scent that is just her

"My jagi feels so good for me. All the time", I praise her, feeling her pussy pulse rapidly

She close

"Almost baby", I whisper, lifting my head

I kiss her jaw, then down to her boob, knowing what will get her over the edge

Taking her nipple in my mouth, I suck lightly and gently, loving how her hard nipple feels in my mouth

That's just what she needed because the next thrust and suck have her climaxing around my cock, her body arching into mine

"Seonghwa", she cries, squeezing my length so hard, over and over, throwing me into ecstasy

"So good jagi. Fuck me. I'm coming, I'm-", I moan, burying my throbbing cock in her pulsing pussy, shooting my cum deep inside her, "Yes, yes, yes Joanne, yes!"

"Hwa, baby", she moans, holding me tightly, milking my cock for every drop

"Yes jagi", I groan, the bliss so fucking amazing

As the pleasure slowly leaves, she pulls me on top of her, my head on her chest, her fingers playing with my hair

"I love you Jo", I tell her

"I love you Hwannie"

I smile, snuggling into her, so unbelievably happy

I stay in her arms for awhile, feeling sleeping as she runs her fingers in my hair

"Hwannie, don't sleep yet baby. I have to take your hair out"

"Mmm. Ok", I murmur

She giggles, "Lay on the pillow baby"

She helps me move, putting my head on the pillow, turning so I face her

I feel her sit next to me, her fingers gently taking out the rubber bands and undoing the braids, then finger combing my hair

It feels so good, she's always so gentle with my hair

She finishes one side, then turns my head to get the braids out of the that side, making me sleepy

No wonder she loves when I play with her hair

It's relaxing and feels amazing

"There baby", she says, "All done"

"Yeah?", I yawn, "All done?"

"Yeah", she confirms

"Good jagi", I say, then pull her down to me, cuddling her

"Hwannie", she giggles, settling in my arms, pulling the blanket over us

"Sleepy time baby", I murmur, "We have another performance tomorrow and we both need sleep"

She needs to be up at the same time with me since she's one of the hairstylists

"Yeah ok Hwannie", she says softly

Leaning down to me, she kisses me softly, her kiss full of love

I pour all of mine into the kiss, hoping she feels it too

"I love you Hwa", she smiles, touching my cheek softly

"I love you Jo", I smile, "So much jagi"

She nods, "So much Hwa"

She kisses my lips again, then lays her head on my chest, her arm around me

I move my arm around her, holding her as I play with her hair, relieved that she knows I love her more than anything in this world

🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉

J POV

Seonghwa holds my hand tightly as we walk into the dressing room

Whispers begin, every one looking at us, Eun glaring at me angrily

Uh what the hell?

"Hwannie", I whisper, "Do you notice people are looking at us and talking?"

He looks around, "Yeah"

Uh ok, is he not worried?

"Don't you care why?"

"I know why jagi"

I blink in surprise

"Ok well why?"

He takes his phone out, presses on it a couple of times and hands it to me

It's his Instagram

I look at the picture and my mouth drops in shock

It's a picture of me and him

Standing by a pool

Him in his swim shorts and me in a bikini

That shows all my tattoos

I remember Hongjoong took this picture of us a few months ago when ATEEZ went to perform in Japan

The comment under the picture is- Me and my jagi. She has my whole heart. I love you jagi"

I look up at him, shock in my body

He smiles softly, taking my hand, "I told you I was waiting until I told you I love you before announcing us"

"Well yeah but so soon?"

He just told me he loves me yesterday

He nods, "I didn't want to wait jagi. I told you I was excited to show the world the girl I love"

My god, that's so sweet

But I'm also worried

"Baby, this isn't going to get you in trouble?"

I'm worried about ATINYs giving him and ATEEZ hate

"No jagi. I cleared it with the managers. They're ok with it"

Ok that's a relief

But there's still ATINY

"And ATINY?"

"They're ok baby. If you look at the comments most are supporting us. Of course there's some hate but we can just ignore those"

I look at the post, clicking on the comments, reading them

He's right

Most are positive, congratulating us, saying how good we look together, wishing us happines, praising Seonghwa for being brave and going public with his relationship

There are a few mean comments, mostly about my tattoos and scolding him for dating but they're certainly not the majority

"Are you...are you mad?", he asks quietly

"No baby", I answer right away, shaking my head, "I was just surprised that all"

"Is it a good surprise?", he asks shyly

The fucking best

I nod, smiling, "The best surprise baby"

He smiles, leaning down, his lips against mine in a kiss

"So how did you do it?", Eun growls

I turn to her, rolling my eyes

I'm on a break, waiting for the guys to finish with their outfits before retouching their hair

"Do what?"

"Get Seonghwa to announce your relationship"

"I didn't do anything", I snap, "He did it on his own"

"Yeah right", she snorts, "You had to do something. He'd never announce you"

God, I want to punch her in her bitchy face

"I didn't-"

"Did you beg him? Ask him to post the photo?", she says snottily, "Did you fuck him in exchange for the post? Blow him? Let him do whatever he wants to you like the whore you are? That's the only way I can see him posting this career ending post"

Clearly she didn't read the comments

"She didn't do anything of the sort", a growl coming from behind me

I turn to see Seonghwa standing being me, an angry look on his face

"She didn't beg me, she didn't have sex with me to get something out of it. She didn't even know I did it. It was a surprise", he snaps

"A surprise? For what?", Eun asks, giving me a dirty look

Seonghwa steps in front of me, blocking me from Eun's line of sight

"Because I love her"

"You...what?", Eun splutters, "You love her? You can't"

He snorts, "I can and I do. Not that it's your business but I told her I was waiting to tell her I loved her before I announced us. I told her last night and I announced us today"

"ATINY-", she starts

"Is happy for us", he cuts her off, "Read the comments instead of guessing. This is not a career ending move. And if it was I don't care. I love her more than anything. She's worth it"

My mouth drops at his words, my heart warming at his love for me

"And by the way, I heard all the things you said to her yesterday", he snaps

Eun's face pales, worry on her face

"To be clear, I would never date you", he says coldly, "You're very rude and just a mean girl. That is not attractive in the slightest. So they're is no way you'll ever have me or fuck me. So you can get that out of your head for good"

Oh my god this is amazing

The shock on Eun's face is hilarious

She really thought she had a chance with him

Even I knew she didn't but I let her talk

"I love Joanne more than anything. We are end game. I'm going to marry her and spend the rest of my life with her. She's my one and only. That's the end of it"

Oh my god, I have the best man in the world

I mean I knew that already but hearing him makes me so happy

Eun nods, her face so red, looking as if she's gonna cry

Seonghwa turns away from her, to me, looking down at me, "Are you ok jagi?"

I nod, "Yeah baby. I'm fine"

"Ok", he nods, "I'm sorry I cut you off from answering her but she just got me so mad. After what she said to you yesterday, hearing the shit she said today was the last straw"

I smile, moving closer to him, my arms around his neck, "Thank you for defending me baby"

"Always jagi", he smiles

"Oh and by the way", I tell him, looking in his eyes, "You're my one and only too Hwa. I'm gonna marry you, spend the rest of my life with you baby. My perfect man"

His smile brightens as he looks at me, "My perfect girl", he says softly

Leaning down, he kisses me in a searing kiss that has me seeing stars

I feel his love for me and bask in it

"I love you", I whisper after the kiss

"I love you jagi"

Smiling, I take his hand, "C'mon baby, let's go make sure your hair is good"

He nods, grinning, "Ok jagi", then follows me to a chair

[ateez-himari]

[241031] DORM LIVE

● 여상 is live on POP now (11:29 PM)

● 92,390 active viewers

[While two of the roommates introduce the furnished living room, their maknae walks in wearing her boyfriend's boxers and a loose sweater suspiciously identical to the one her brother left on his studio chair, waving to the camera while holding a box of Pepero]

H; [Signing to Yunho] "Do you need me to make dinner ? I think we have enough for sundubu jjigae and jjapaguri"

YH; [Signing back very slowly] "Sangie and I ordered some from the place down the street, we got you your favorite. I think it'll be here in about 15 minutes"

[With a nod she takes a seat on the couch while the oldest dormmate sets up the game console, resting her head on Yeosang's shoulder to read the comments]

H; I'm glad you guys like the furniture...I had to drag them out to get some because it was just empty space, a massage chair and protein powder

YS; Maybe if you used some of that protein powder you would've been able to lift the boxes by yourself...just saying

[She stares at him blankly before biting him, causing the phone to fall]

[Yeosang flips the camera to his roommates as the vocalist sits in a rather strange position, legs kicked up against the back pillows of the couch and head hanging from the edge while watching the spiderman gameplay]

YS; What is even going on...are you a bat ? Are you trying to be Spiderman ?

[After registering that he was addressing her, Himari proceeds to make the character's hand gestures before gently throwing a pillow instead of a web, which unfortunately lands right on their friend's face]

YH; Can you turn off the camera for a second...I don't want Atiny to see this

[As Yeosang goes back to speaking with their fans, squeals can be heard in the background along with two pairs of feet running around the apartment]

YS; This is ATEEZ in their natural habitat...well actually it's a rare sight to see in this dorm, usually Hima would be working on something

[Yunho is too concentrated on the game to hear what is going on around him and Himari is laying against his thigh, legs resting on Yeosang's while texting. Seconds later her finger slips on the sound button and a loud voice message of Jungkook screaming 'fuck' plays before she hurriedly cuts it off]

H;[Imitating Dr. Strange's hand movement]...Ah Dormammu

YH; Do you think the staff is watching our live this late- ?

H; I mean they can't fire me either way...right ? Everyone, it was Jeon Jungkook, my mouth would never utter such mean dirty words, he's a delinquent

[Yunho clears his throat very loudly, leading to the maknae slapping his thigh only for him to drop his controller and begin tickling her as Yeosang turns the camera back to himself, posing cutely to distract viewers from the chaos in front of him]

YS; Hahaha...we love each other very much Atiny, ATEEZ is always peaceful these two just have no idol image

[Himari is on the phone with Hongjoong on speaker while she paints her nails and Yunho speaking to Atiny to let Yeosang braid her hair]

HJ; I'm gonna go out for dinner Himi, don't forget to do your rehabilitation exercises, I haven't seen you do them yet

H; Haha, you're stalking our live ? I'll do them in a bit, love you oppa, goodnight

HJ; Love you too, eat well alright ? I sent you some dessert

[Himari is finishing up her rehabilitation exercises while talking to the fans as her roommates set up the freshly delivered food, something catching Yeosang's attention as she moves around slightly]

YS; Are you wearing underwear (boxers) instead of sleeping shorts ? Where did those come from ?

H; I dunno...I can ask Mingi where he bought them if you want, the brand might be on the waistband actually, let me check

[As she starts to pull the hem of the sweater up in order to see the boxers clearly, the two members stop her in a panic]

H; Oh but when you guys strip on stage it's fine huh-

[After a rather filling dinner, the maknae lays down on Yunho's back as he scrolls on his phone, resting on his stomach and barely flinching at her weight]

YS; She's like a big cat, she can't be without physical touch for more than 10 seconds especially when she's tired. Apparently Yunho is subject to mattress testing today

[Letting out a loud yawn she turns towards him and points towards her ear void of a hearing aid in preparation for a sudden nap, a gesture understood by the man who quickly translated it through clumsy hand signs]

H; It's the advantage of having 8 other members...you never have to sleep on the ground, or even in your bed

YS; Or you can just fall asleep in your studio and have one of your 8 members come drive you home-

[After taking a little while to register what he said she lunges over to him, accidentally digging her foot into Yunho's backside in the process - both male members rushing to attack her with pillows]

[The vocalist opted to lay on the tallest dancer's back once more, practically mimicking his position before turning her head to Yeosang]

H; [Signing while talking] "Sangie oppa, do you know when we're going back to Italy ?"

YS; [S] "I'm not sure...I think some time around January, why ?"

H; [S] "Hyunjin oppa just sent me a picture of this really pretty paintbrush set but apparently he only found it in Milan, so I wanted to go buy it...I have to buy some new scrolls and ink too but Seonghwa oppa is coming shopping with me tomorrow"

YH; You guys have no idea how much money she makes from royalties alone, and she has over 200, but she only spends it on art stuff...you should see her car, you'd never guess she gets paid that much

H; Are you dissing my car ?? You're just mad because your long legs don't fit in it

YH; [S] "At least they're not so short that I have to power walk just to keep up with our members, or have to wait for breakfast because I can't reach the cereal"

[Yeosang slowly zooms in on her offended face before she smothers his face in a pillow, causing the two to start play fighting yet again - a true cat/dog duo]

H; So NOW you're fluent in sign language huh ??

YS; I'm sure they'll work it out...

[Yunho can be heard screaming in the background as Himari jumps on him]

YS; They love each other so much-

[Worn out from so much physical exercise after a work filled day, the maknae is fast asleep with her head on Yeosang's thigh, holding a plush previously taken from her room as ammunition. Surprisingly the dorm's oldest fell asleep quickly as well, head resting on the vocalist's side]

YS; Well Atiny that's it for today's live, I guess I should get some sleep too, bye bye

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[mrsparrasblog]

hi srry if you don't do requests but I have to ask cuz I love everything about your writing.

Can u write a fic where the mc is strictly monogamous but 141 are SO madly in love so they fight on who gets to be with her and it's causing actual problems between them?

Ignored this if u don't want to. Anyway stay slaying✨

Hey ☀️🩷 Ofc I take requests this is my first one tho, I hope you like It, and it's like you imagined because I always have like a little movie in my head when I write a scene and with requests. I don't know if my thoughts match with yours- performance anxiety lol. Still thank you for supporting me 🩷☀️

Fighting for you

TF 141 x Reader

You always had that one plan in your life: meet a nice guy, date for 2 years, marry him with the most extravagant wedding dress someone could imagine, and after that, you get three fat babies whom you will love and dote on.

The only problem was, as a nurse on a military base, you didn't meet guys capable of this lifestyle. You hated to see all these men trying to get in your pants while they were married.

"Why are you in the med again, Johnny?" You scolded him. Of course, you found the Scotsman funny and liked his daily visits, but still, having him here all the time felt like a lost puppy when you had work to do.

"Look, Bonnie, have a mean scratch, need stitches from ya."

"Is that so, Mr. MacTavish?"

"Yes, Bonnie, look." He showed you a scar on his biceps, and you sighed. You knew he was only coming for something else; no soldier went to the medical just because of a scratch. He started to flex his biceps.

"Johnny, that's barely anything."

"But ya always fix me good, lassie." He looked at you with puppy eyes, and you sighed, disinfecting his nonexistent wound. "Such a good caretaker, lass. Need to put a ring on ya before someone else does." You blushed at the thought of marrying someone like Johnny. He was handsome, funny, and super strong, but he was a flirt, probably flirting with every other nurse. Besides, you had a date today.

"Johnny, stop flirting. I have a date today."

"Just a date, lass. It's not like you'll marry him."

You stared at him with a dead glare. "For some people, dates are important, Johnny!"

"Who is it?"

"None of your business, and now leave," you scolded him, annoyed by his noisy behavior.

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"Who of you bastards broke the agreement?" Johnny started to scream at his teammates.

"What do you mean, Soap?" Kyle asked, confused.

"We agreed that no one can have her since she doesn’t want to share, so who of you tossers broke the agreement and goes on a date with her?"

"How do you even know that mate, if you didn’t break the agreement too?"

"I just needed her to take care of my injuries, Kyle."

"Bullshit, you barely got a scratch. Admit that you wanted to break off the agreement too. Admit it." Gaz barked, walking towards Soap to pick him up by his shirt.

"Enough of you, Muppets!"

"You broke the agreement, Captain, didn't ya? Telling us all about the agreement and then taking out my future wife."

"I didn't, and even if, she'd be more happy to become Mrs. Price than Mrs. MacTavish."

They were so close to fighting; everyone accused the other of taking you on that date. They remembered the first day they saw you; all of them were smitten. You were just too precious, full of love and excitement. Perfect hair, perfect body, everything about you was perfect for them. You could walk with your greasy messy bun, and they’d kneel for you, promising you’re the most beautiful woman on earth. After a while, they noticed how every one of them was smitten, how Johnny spent every minute in the infirmary, Ghost becoming your shadow, protecting you from every danger of the world without you even knowing, the Captain always treated you better than every other staff member, you had more off days, better shifts, and even better pay, and Kyle bringing you always your favorite coffee and a bunch of pastries when you overworked yourself again.

Johnny was the first one to ask the rest if they’d be open to a poly relationship. He was the most open about his sexuality, and having Simon and you was the perfect thing for him. Whether the reasons why they agreed to try to court you in this relationship, every one of them thought you only deserved the best, and that included being worshiped by four muscular men.

Unfortunately, your best friend, who noticed their goal while you still stayed in your naive bubble, popped their bubble, telling them to sod off. You weren’t made for this kind of relationship; you were jealous and liked the idea of monogamy way too much. You only wanted to have one husband. That's how the agreement started none of them will pursue you, and they will only start something with you if you approach them, no more flirting, favoritism, or looming over you.

Nonetheless, they gave a fuck about their agreement, behind closed doors still trying to court you in various different ways, but how could they not? You were perfect, and they were obsessed and way too much in love with you to let someone else have you.

"Where the fuck is Ghost?" Kyle asked, looking around for the scary man with the skull face mask.

"Fucking hell, he is her date."

"Sick bastard."

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Soap walked into Ghost's barracks, eager to scream at his best friend. He was the first to love you, so Ghost should not have gone on a date with you without telling him. The betrayal felt immaculate, his best friend with the love of his life.

"Aye, Lieutenant, heard you're going on a date with the lassie."

"Johnny, it just happened."

"No hard feelings, LT. Where are you taking her?"

"Alfredo's."

"Oh, okay."

Simon looked confused at Johnny. "What's wrong?"

"Take her to a better place a steakhouse or a fish restaurant. Give her a real meal, not something cheap. Lassies love this fancy shit."

"Thanks, mate."

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Your date with Ghost was okay. He was brooding over something, and as he insisted on ordering something for you as a surprise, despite you telling him no, he did it, wanting to be a posh bloke who knows what his lady wants. Soap said you liked this fancy shit and heavy meat and fish.

As you looked disgusted at the filet steak, trying not to be rude by saying you're a vegetarian, he lost it mentally, not with you but with his best friend, who betrayed him just for you. He'd do the same, of course, but it's still different, right?

The date went on way too cringy, Simon spent most of the time apologizing to you for the messed-up date, and you tried to reassure him that it was okay. When he brought you back home, he asked if he could stay the night, and you politely declined.

"Johnny, I'm going to rip your fucking head off."

"Aye, shit," Johnny screamed as he began to run.

"The date went shit, I guess?" Kyle asked, unfazed by all the screaming from the two men fighting. He acted as if he didn't let slip the information that she is vegetarian next to Johnny or told Price she liked roses after she told him for 20 minutes straight how they are overrated. The best part was no one even suspected him; he was calm about the situation, not trying to solve it with violence like Johnny and Simon. While the others played checkers, he played chess to get you.

"Yes, it was."

"I told you muppets, I'm the one who deserves her."

"Shut up, Price," Ghost scoffed.

"I think so too, Captain should have her. At least he treats her well," Kyle said with a boyish grin.

So the Captain asked you out on a date, and after some convincing, you agreed, making yourself ready and waiting for him in desperation. You looked great, hair curled, mascara applied, and in a dress that was classy but a bit sexy. You knew Price could be a guy for this, maybe a bit too old, but still, you could grow old with him, and maybe he would give you everything your innocent heart desires.

After waiting for an hour, you were sure he wouldn’t come. If only you had known that Ghost was faking an accident and Soap's promise to tell you about it, not to let the sweet angel wait for the Captain. Soap was already on the way to play the knight in shining armor, fully confident to finally sweep you off your feet and make you the future Mrs. MacTavish, his sweet little angel. Oh, how the boys would look to know that he got the heart of their sweetheart finally.

Too late.

"Hey, lovely, why are you sobbing? Do I need to punch someone for you?"

"It's embarrassing, Kyle."

"Tell me about it."

"Just had a bunch of weird dates. One wanted to only bed me, I guess, and the other stood me up," you sobbed, looking into Kyle's pretty face.

"Oh, love, you know that all these guys around the boys are head over heels fighting over you like wild animals."

"Never."

"They are, how couldn't they? You're perfect."

"You're a flirt, you know that."

"And you're too pretty to cry, you know that?" He winked at you, removing the tears from your beautiful eyes.

"You think so?"

"Mhm."

"Kyle," you asked him shyly, looking deep into his brown eyes.

"Yes?"

"Are you one of the boys who fight over me too?"

"Sure as hell, love!" He almost shouted, full of enthusiasm.

"You wouldn’t want what I want."

"And how do you know that?"

"I just want you, to know all, exclusive dating."

"Mhm, I'd give you that without a doubt, love. Just let me prove to you that I'm the right one for you, love." His hand slowly went to your face, caressing the soft skin that was still tinted by your mascara tears. "You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen." And when you looked at him with your doe eyes, he lost it, slowly pulling his rough lips on your soft ones, holding your head for dear life as if you could vanish any second. He was afraid he did something wrong, maybe scared you like a deer, but you didn't shy away; you pulled him closer, letting his lips intertwine with yours and slowly opening your mouth to let his tongue explore yours. It felt like a firework in your body; every fiber burned with pure passion as he kissed you. You didn't want to stop; you needed him as deeply as he longed for you.

"Fucking Garrick, I didn't think he’d win her over," Ghost murmured behind the wall, watching you with the others in jealousy as Kyle got their girl.

"He played us like fucking fools, telling us it's okay if we win her over," Price muttered, annoyed and kinda proud at his sneaky bastard.

"I'm more of a looker than fucking Gaz," Soap said, annoyed.

As happy as you were right now, all of the boys knew the fight for your heart wouldn’t stop until there was a ring on your finger.

[naturesapphic]

Can I please request Rhea Ripley x little reader where the reader slips into little mode while backstage and someone is rude to her, but Rhea comes and goes mama bear mode on them. Then after she comforts reader?

Stay Away.

Mommy!rhea ripley x fem!little!reader

Warnings: age regression, staff being mean to reader

The screams of the fans were blocked out by the sound proof headphones you were wearing as you were in the judgements day hangout trying to calm down. You didn’t like screaming and yelling and you knew that’s what rheas job was as a wrestler and usually you could take it but tonight you were slipping into your headspace and your headphones just went dead.

So now you have to go out and ask someone for new ones while you were slipping in and out of your headspace. You went out the door and tried to look for one of the guys to help you out but couldn’t find them. You started to panic a little but found a few staff members talking with each other so you decided to go over there and see if they could help you. “H-hey…c-could…do y-y’all have any soundproof headphones?” You stuttered out, your little self voice was peeking through and they gave you weird looks.

“Uh…no? We don’t have any soundproof headphones. Why do you need them anyway? It’s not even loud.” One of them said, questioning you and giving you a dirty look. You whimpered and started to back up when they started to taunt you and make fun of you. You knew that they know about your headspace. Rhea made sure everyone knew so in case if she wasn’t there or the judgement day, that they could help you if you needed it and these staff people weren’t helping.

You found a chair and sat on it while covering your ears as it seems that the screams were getting louder and louder and you started rocking back and forth trying to calm yourself. The staff starting laughing at you and started calling you derogatory names. Unknown to you, Rhea was backstage trying to look for you, of course she looked in the judgement day hangout because that’s where she last saw you before her match but when she went in there, you weren’t there.

So now she’s been looking for you for the past ten minutes and she’s getting worried now. That worry increased when she heard laughter, curious, she followed it and saw some wwe staff laughing and calling you unspeakable names. Rhea felt her blood boil and all she saw was red. She rushed over to you and pushed the people out of the way as they felt their blood run cold at the sight of Rhea bloody ripely.

“Babygirl…are you okay?” She rushed out as she tried to keep her cool because right now she wants to kill those staff. You shook your head no “l-loud…” you whimpered out and she understood what was happening and got some earbuds out from her pocket that she got from the judgement day hangout since you may have needed them if you accidentally wondered off, thank God she grabbed them. She carefully placed the ear buds in your ears and started to play your calming playlist she made on her phone, as you closed your eyes and started listening to it, drowning out all of the loud noise backstage.

After she got you distracted she slowly turned around and gave the staff a long death glare that made them start shaking. She started cracking her knuckles and slowly walk over to them and got in their faces. “If I EVER see you near my little girl again. I will rip your bloody head off and serve it on a silver platter for all of your family and friends to see. Don’t EVER speak to her or me again. You got it?” She growled out as she looked deep into their eyes as they started pissing their pants. They nodded quickly and scurried away, running past the judgement day that gave them a weird look.

“What was that all about?” Damian questioned as Rhea’s expression softened a bit at the sight of her friends. “I’ll explain later.” She simply said and got down on her knees in front of you and stopped the music which made you open your eyes. “Hey my precious girl. We need to make a quick stop to my boss’s office right quick and then you and me can head home alright?” She said softly as she caressed your face gently making you smile. “Otay mommy…” you said quietly as Rhea gives you a bright smile back.

Rhea picks you up in her arms and started walking over to triple h’s office and went in. She sat you down on the couch and put your headphones back in and started playing your calming music as she started talking to triple h about the incident that just occurred and how he needed to take action on that. No one gets away with hurting her baby. They agreed that the staff needed to be fired and went out to go look for them. Rhea turned her focus back on you and gave you a reassuring smile as she picked you up in her arms.

You wrapped your arms around her neck and laid your head on her muscular shoulder. Rhea walked out of the office and headed out to her truck where y’all will be going home so Rhea can cuddle and be with you for the rest of the day. No one messes with her baby.

A/n: I hope anon and the rest of y’all enjoys this! If y’all want more mommy!rhea let me know :) I have another one coming out soon too as well so keep a look out for that ;) Requests are still open for all of my characters including of course Rhea ripley/Demi Bennett. I have my own buy me a coffee page! You can give me a dollar and it will help. I also have some different commission types I will do so here's my page to look into it :) https://www.buymeacoffee.com/naturesapphic Requests are open for yeehaw!wanda, country!wanda, and any other southern variants of Wanda or Natasha! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y'all!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

✨ let’s do a twst trade ✨

Hello ^^;;

This might be coming out of the blue. I’m typically a very private person and tend to stick with social circles I’m already familiar with.

Recently, I’ve been thinking that it would be nice to put myself out there and interact more! I can get easily overwhelmed, so I thought a good way to go about this is to do a handful of art/writing trades. This keeps the number low and conversation approachable, and I think that’d help slowly ease me into being more comfortable interacting and participating in community events.

***UPDATE: Trades now closed, thank you all for the interest!***

Here are the parameters and other important notes (setting these for my own comfort and lifestyle):

This will be a Twisted Wonderland themed trade because that’s the one thing we can guarantee to have in common.

I’ll write a fic for you! Minimum 1-2k words (but I tend to ramble so it could easily go higher than that), starring at least 2 characters (I can write more, but let’s not go too crazy and ask for all 22 NRC students in one fic).

I CAN write platonic, romantic, angst, fluff, yandere, AUs, etc.

I’m okay with writing any and all TWST characters, including staff, RSA students, family members, and other NPCs.

Of course, OCs are also welcome! I’d love to learn more about yours.

Be prepared with references for your OC(s) if applicable. This could include illustrations, but at the bare minimum should include a written explanation of who the character is, their personality, likes/dislikes, and relationships with canon characters.

There are limits to what I will write, as I am uncomfortable with some subject matters. For example, I’m not willing to write anything pregnancy-related. We can discuss my “no goes” in more detail if we decide to trade!

Upon request, I can do a simple digital piece of art OR a washi tape illustration (you won’t receive the physical piece, just a picture of it) for you. I believe most people know me more for my writing, but I wanted to keep these options on the table!

You trade me a fic of your own OR an artwork of roughly the same quantity/quality. As the saying goes, “what you give is what you get.”

We will talk and agree before we start on our pieces what each of us will generally provide at the end. (For example, a 5k word fic for a full color waist up illustration, 1k word fic for a black-white doodle, etc.)

You have to be okay with receiving a vague prompt. I like to be surprised, so I’ll probably just give you a list of general themes, ideas, and characters I like, then set you loose to see what you come up with.

You can be as specific as you like with your own prompt for me though—I’m flexible. Let me know what you don’t like as well so I can avoid including those elements.

To keep things fair, we’ll both hold onto our pieces and exchange them at the same time.

Regarding my written piece, it will be in a Google Doc for you to access.

This is NOT first come, first serve. I can only realistically take on 3-5 trades at this time depending on interest and complexity. If I turn you down, it’s nothing personal!

Priority will be given to mutuals (chances are that there’s more likely to be common ground if we’re already following each other).

Preference will be given to those indicated as adults in their blog intros/profiles (this is just what vibes the best with my personal communication style)

Be patient!! It may take me a few weeks or more to complete my part.

Be aware that doing a trade with me does NOT necessarily mean we will become best friends, and nor should this be the expectation 😅

If you’re okay with the above and are interested in a trade, please DM me! In your DM, you should indicate some prompts/ideas for what you’d like me to write. Please wait for me to respond; do NOT assume that I’ve accepted the trade request just because you’ve messaged me.

[kelcemenow]

Hey Daddy.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 3381

Warnings Some strong language and mentions of miscarriage, blood, losing a family member. There's a bit of angst and lots of fluff though!

Another Anon request! This is my first Dad Travis/pregnancy related fic. As someone who has never been pregnant and doesn't plan on it in the future, I've avoided writing this sort of thing. But this is why I love getting requests as it brought me out of my comfort zone and I really enjoyed doing it! So, thank you Anon for making me branch out into a different style! "Can I request some dad Travis/pregnant reader? Travis has to travel for an away game and his wife (reader) is 9 months pregnant who has to stay home - unable to travel due to being so close to giving birth. She gets very anxious lately whenever Travis has to leave because she can go into labor any day now. Game day is here and the reader is not feeling well at all. She's curled up on the couch with a blanket and some tea, to watch the game. During the game, the reader's water breaks and she goes into labor. Travis' mom is in touch with her. Travis' mom notifies the team staff what's going on... and then they notify Travis during the game."

"Baby, I miss you." Travis' warm voice made you melt as you held the phone close to your ear.

"You only left this morning!" You giggled as you clutched at the blanket and pulled it up to your chest, "You can't miss me already?"

"Yes I can! Are you saying you don't miss me when I leave?"

"Of course I do, Travis." You winced slightly as you shifted on the sofa.

Travis heard your slight noise of discomfort, "What? Are you okay? What's wrong?" He immediately sounded concerned.

"Relax, baby. I've just got cramp. I'm fine."

You heard him sigh in relief, "Man, I hate leaving you. I hate leaving you anyway, but you're sick and you know...ready to burst."

"Not long until the little guy is here." You gently rubbed your swelling stomach.

The Chiefs had a game in Dallas against the Cowboys and Travis had travelled to the game alone for the first time since you had been together. You only had 2 weeks left until your due date and luckily, Travis had had a bye week and two home games in a row, meaning he was around to take care of you. You hadn't been feeling 100% for the past few days however, meaning he was more worried, especially as he was about to be 500 miles away from you. You tried to keep him calm, reminding him that it was only an hour's flight home and he would be back before he knew it.

"Well, try to keep him in there until I'm home."

You laughed, "I don't think I'll have much of a say!"

Travis hummed into his phone, "And remember, you can call my Mom at any time."

You snickered slightly, "Travis, I'm fine. I'll be here on the couch with my snacks and my herbal tea, watching you kill it."

Travis sighed again, "Okay, okay. Baby, I gotta go. But please, take care until I get back, alright?"

"Alright. I love you, Travis."

"I love you, Y/N."

You hung up the phone and reached for your ginger tea, sipping it gently, the hot steam tickling your cheeks. A strong stab shot through your lower back again, causing you to stretch your chest upwards in an attempt to relieve any pressure. You had been having these pains for most of the afternoon but you didn't want to worry Travis. You picked up your phone from the arm of the sofa and texted Travis' Mom, Donna.

"I've had a few more of those pains, but I don't know how much more ginger tea I can have. I'm running the the bathroom every two minutes!"

Donna must have had her phone in her hand as they three grey dots appeared almost immedately.

"Just wait till you're at my age, sweetie!"

You smiled at her message, pulling the bowl of nacho chips onto your lap, enjoying the pre-game interviews. Your eyes danced across the room, cards from friends and family wishing you well for your pregnancy dotted around the surfaces. A brand new crib was located near the window, a bright blue bow secured on top; a gift from Travis' brother Jason and his wife Kylie. Your heart fluttered as thoughts of you and Travis becoming parents filled your mind. He was fantastic with his three nieces and they adored him just as much as he did them. You picked up your cup of tea, but as you brought it to your lips, you felt your bladder sting, groaning as you lifted yourself up for another trip to the bathroom.

By the second half of the game, you were out of chips and the Chiefs were down by 7 points. You grumbled to yourself with the dull ache that was radiating across your back and stomach. Gripping onto the blanket you opened your latest message from Donna.

"Keep up with those breathing exercises, honey. Have you got the birthing ball?"

Your eyes scanned over to the large, blue gym ball in the corner of the lounge. You knew that it would help with your pains but just the idea of getting up from the sofa was enough to tire you out.

"Yeah I have. I'll get on it now. I could really do with a Momma Kelce hug, that would make me feel better!"

"You only have one week to wait and you can have all of the Momma Kelce hugs you want!"

You smiled as you put your phone back down and slowly rose to your feet, one hand lightly supporting your large bump. As you settled down on the ball in front of the TV, the third quarter was beginning. You gently bounced, breathing deeply and feeling some of the pain release before your core tightened again.

Travis' face flashed up onto the screen as he was settling into position for the first play of the quarter and you smiled, feeling an immense combination of love, pride and respect. Your relationship had developed over a few years, through your friendship with his teammate Eric Fisher and his wife Elizabeth. When Travis was drafted to the Chiefs, he was invited to numerous parties, dinners and barbeques that you had attended and a close friendship blossomed. Travis eventually asked to take you out on a date and you agreed, with a little persuasion from Elizabeth and Eric. He was kind, caring and attentive to you, with staunch manners and an incredible sense of humour. He made you laugh, made you feel safe and always put you first when he could. The two of you had married after 4 years surrounded by your family and friends and it was truly the happiest day of your life. You couldn't believe how lucky you were, staring up at the handsome man who was promising the rest of his life to you. It was a mutual decision to start trying to have children, and you got to work almost immediately after the wedding.

When you found out that you were pregnant, Travis was overjoyed, choking up as he kissed you repeatedly, crying "Thank you" into your lips. You prepared the house for your new arrival, painting the nursery and spending your Monday nights building new furniture. Everything was falling into place until during your second trimester, you suffered a miscarriage. You had been putting some groceries away when you felt a strange sting deep in your abdomen. You grabbed onto the kitchen counter and doubled over, clutching your stomach with your other hand. You breathed through the intense pain and when Travis walked through the door, he rushed to your side. Picking you up and moving you to the sofa, his face turned white when he saw the trail of blood that ran behind you and he quickly drove you to the hospital.

The next few months were numbing. You felt that you had let Travis down, that it was your fault that you had lost his first child. He insisted every day that you had done nothing wrong and stuck to your side as you grieved.

Just as you were beginning to heal, life threw you another cruel blow. You had invited your Mom for coffee and you knew something was wrong with her. She was quiet and fidgeting so you pushed for answers. You wished you hadn't as it was then when she explained that she had found a lump in her breast and was awaiting for the results from the Doctor. Only days after you saw her, she was diagnosed with Breast Cancer and she passed away soon after. Coming from a single parent household, you and your Mom were extremely close. She was your rock and was elated on your wedding day, constantly telling Travis how happy she was for the pair of you. You had felt like your life was falling apart around you but the one constant support you had was Travis. He would hold you close as you cried yourself to sleep. He would stay with you when you were too drained to leave the house. He took a year off of football to help you and to care for you. You were undeniably grateful to him and when you fell pregnant again, he was reasonably cautious. Reading baby books, attending lamaze classes with you and checking up with you every hour when he wasn't with you. His attentiveness made your heart burst with love, seeing a glimpse of his parenthood skills.

Your attention was brought back to the screen when you heard the commentators begin to raise their voices. Travis was sprinting down the field, the football safely cradled in his arm.

You sat up further, clenching your thigh muscles, "Go on, baby! Come on, keep going! Go!"

Travis made the touchdown with ease, dropping the ball as he raised his hands to the sky, blowing a kiss in your honour, as he always did. You clapped your hands and shouted with happiness until you felt a sudden wetness release in your sweatpants. You stopped, slowly standing up from the gym ball. Feeling the smooth texture with your fingers, you looked down with an initial sense of panic. The liquid was clear and you froze on the spot. Your water had broke.

You immediate reaction was to call Donna.

"Hey honey!" Donna sang down the phone.

"Uhh Donna, I think the baby is coming." Your voice was panicked.

"What?"

"I was cheering for Trav and my water broke."

"Oh shit. Okay, stay calm, relax, I'm gonna call Travis' team staff. Have you called the hospital?"

You paused, "Umm...no. I called you straight away."

"Okay. Call the hospital straight away."

You swallowed hard, "Donna, he's not supposed to come for another 2 weeks."

"I know, it's okay though."

"I'm scared. I'm on my own and I'm scared."

Donna sighed, "I know you are, but trust me, everything is going to be fine."

You nodded your head against the phone, "Yeah, yeah. Thank you so much Donna."

"I'll speak to you soon, sweetie."

You paced the floor with nerves, unsure of what to do. Usually, Travis would be the one to keep you calm so you looked towards the screen. The game was still playing and you stared as Travis was completely unaware that his wife was in labour.

You called the hospital, clutching at your stomach, explaining that your water had broken two weeks before your due date. The call handler explained calmly that they would be sending an ambulance as soon as possible but that you were still in the early stages of labour and not to panic.

As the current play ended, you saw Travis sitting down on the bench, breathing heavily and watching the action on the field as he sat this one out. A member of the Chiefs staff approached him from behind and tapped his shoulder. The camera panned away and you groaned through what you assumed was a contraction, waiting to see your husband on the screen again. When his face finally appeared, his eyes were wide and his head was whipping from side to side, anxiously shouting to everyone around him before he was quickly ushered out of the stadium.

You felt restless. Glancing out of the window, you tried to slow your breathing down in an attempt to relax. You watched the trees swaying with the breeze, almost replicating the movement with your own body and taking deep inhales. Closing your eyes, your hand instinctively cradled your baby bump just as another stab of pain shot through you.

"Come on, just stay in there until Daddy gets back." You muttered.

You hunched your back over and pressed the palms of your hands against the wall for stability as your phone started ringing. Without checking who it was, you answered the call.

"Hello?" You groaned.

"How are you doing, sweetie?"

You winced as you sat down on the gym ball, "I don't know if these pains are contractions but they're kicking my ass, Donna. Did you speak with the team?"

"Yeah, they're getting him out of the stadium now and onto a private jet to bring him home as soon as they can."

You sighed with relief before letting out a throaty cry, "I need him here."

"He'll be there, honey. He isn't missing this."

Your phone beeped in your ear, signalling that another call was trying to get through. You pulled the phone away to look at the screen, seeing a selfie of you and Travis on your wedding day, a huge smile on your face as he pressed a kiss into your cheek.

"He's calling me now, Donna. I'll have to go."

"Okay, call me later on."

You switched the call over quickly, hearing Travis' breathless voice.

"Baby, baby! Are you okay?"

You smiled, "I'm fine, it's painful but I'm okay. They're sending an ambulance as soon as they can."

"I'll be home in an hour and a half. Just sit tight and keep breathing. I love you so much."

Your voice shook, "I love you too, I can't wait to see you be the best Daddy to this little guy." You held your baby bump tenderly, feeling movement through your sweater.

Travis cleared his throat, "I'm getting on the jet now, I'll see you soon."

"Bye, baby."

You dropped your phone on the sofa and began pacing the floor again, grasping at your back as the sharp stab began to change into a dull ache. Your groaned through the pain, gritting your teeth and scrunching your eyes.

It wasn't long before an ambulance arrived to take you to the hospital. You were anxious about having to do this first step on your own but knowing that Travis was on his way eased your mind slightly. He was your birth partner and knew what to do to keep you relaxed, the correct breathing exercises to do and you were desperate to have him by your side.

Once you were in the hospital, you were quickly brought to your private room, your husband wanting only the best for you. It was bright, comfortable and quiet, just what you needed. A cheerful nurse appeared in your doorway with short grey hair and a wide smile.

"Mrs Kelce, my name is Heather. I'll be looking after you today." She beamed as she made her way to your bed.

"Hi Heather." You whined quietly, "My husband is on his way so please could he be let straight in when he gets here?"

She nodded and picked up your notes that were hanging on the end of the bed, "Of course, anything you want. Now, how is your pain."

You scrunched your face, "Manageable at the moment, I guess."

Heather stretched on a pair of gloves, "You just let me know if you would like any help with the pain, but first thing I'm going to do is check how far along you are, if that's okay?"

You nodded as she made her way to the end of the bed, lifting your gown up. You shifted as she examined you, trying to relax.

"Okay, so you're around 4 centimetres so I'm afraid we've got some time to wait, Mrs Kelce."

"Please, call me Y/N."

Heather smiled as she removed her gloves and placed them into the bin, "Now, can I get you anything?"

You pointed down to your bag that you had had packed and ready for the last 2 weeks, "Could you hand me the book that's on the top, please? I figure now would be the perfect time to get some reading in."

Heather reached into the bag and pulled out a large hardbacked book and passed it to you, winking, "Good idea. I'll be just out here. If you need anything at all press that buzzer and I'll be right in."

You smiled at her, your fingers brushing over the pages of your book. You held your breath as another wave of pain brushed over you, but this time it was longer and more intense. You clenched your jaw and closed your eyes to try and deal with the pain, not keen on taking any drugs throughout your labour. Squeezing your eyes further shut, you gripped the book in your hands as the pain began to subside.

Your knuckles were turning white when you heard gentle footsteps. You opened one eye to see Heather set down a cup next to you on the bedside table and lower herself into the nearby seat.

"Ice chips." She said with a smile, "You'll get a dry mouth, especially in this heat."

You took hold of the cup, "Thank you."

She placed one hand on yours, "First time?"

Your face relaxed as the pain subsided, "Yeah." You said with a slow exhale.

"I bet your husband is excited?"

Your lips curled upwards, "You could say that." Your eyes drifted to your phone which had lit up with a notification and was now showing your background of you and Travis on vacation together. "He's going to be an amazing Father."

Heather gave your hand a squeeze, "You'll need to buy an 87 jersey!"

You lowered your eyebrows in confusion.

"My husband is a Chiefs fan, I know who your husband is." She laughed.

"Well, I'm sure I can hook you up with an autograph...ohhhhh." You groaned in agony as Heather started to put her gloves on.

"Oh sweetie, let's just have a look and see what's going on here." Heather said calmly as she began to examine you, "Oh, someone's impatient."

Your eyes widened, "What? What does that mean?"

"It means your baby is coming." She smiled as she removed her gloves and discarded them.

You placed your hands either side of your hips and lifted yourself up slightly, "What? Now? No, Travis isn't here. I need him with me."

Heather took hold of your hands in hers, "Honey, this baby isn't going to wait. He's like his Papa, quick off of the mark." She laughed as she grabbed some charts and unlocked the brakes on your bed.

You closed your eyes, willing the tears not to start falling down your cheeks. You took a few shaky breaths before frantic footsteps in the hallway caused you to open your eyes and your breath hitched when Travis bounded into your room. His face was red and sweaty from rushing around and his expression softened when he saw you.

"Baby, I'm here, I'm here. Is everything okay?" He leaned down and kissed you gently.

You smiled into the kiss, "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just glad you're here. I think they're taking me now."

"What, now? Right now?" His voice was panicked.

Your eyes filled with tears, "Are you ready to be a Daddy?"

His thumb brushed over your forehead, "Absolutely."

Heather appeared in the doorway, "Are we ready?"

You pressed your lips together and nodded quickly, "I think so."

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Your eyes flickered open and the room slowly came into focus. You swallowed with difficulty, your dry throat scratching. As you turned your head on the pillow, you saw Travis standing at the window, looking outside. You could hear him mumbling with a low voice, but it was too quiet to hear what he was saying.

Clearing your throat a little first, you croaked, "Hey Daddy."

Travis turned around, a bundle of blankets nestled in his arms. He looked up at you and smiled before looking down again, "Look, Mommy's awake."

He came close to you, leaning slightly so he could place the tiny baby on your chest. You looked down at a pair of large blue eyes blinking up at you.

"This is crazy." You whispered.

Travis grinned, bending his knees so that his face was lined up with yours. He pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead, his stubble grazing your skin, "I am so proud of you, baby. You are amazing."

You sighed, "Thank you for getting here in time, I don't think I could've done it without you, baby." You voice shook.

Travis cleared his throat, his emotions taking over, "You are so strong, you can do anything. You hear me? Anything. And I am so happy to start this new chapter of our lives together." He leaned further, kissing his sons forehead, "Our little family. You, me and Dashiell Kelce."

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My show is finished now so I'm back to writing. The requests are piling up but I promise that I'm going to try and get through as many this week as I can! If you want to be on my Taglist, please do let me know!

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[sapphic-kpop-fics]

Chapter 1- what are you doing here

Right into the angst I’m so sorry besties

Masterlist

You had gotten a call a few days ago from HYBE, an offer to join a new group they’re forming to train for a debut. You couldn’t believe it, you had posted some dance videos online and sure they do well but you never expected to be scouted. Of course you jumped at the opportunity and now you’re packing for your flight to Korea from your apartment in Japan, where you had moved to with your family in your teens.

When you landed in Seoul it was time to go to your new company and meet your group members, walking through the hybe building it was huge and trying to find the practice room you’re supposed to meet it in practically impossible since you can’t find the person that is in charge of you. So now you’re late and running into the room causing all eyes to go to you.

“I’m so sorry I’m late, it’s kinda impossible to find anything here.” You say to the large group in front of you, a mix of staff and your members as well.

“It’s alright, come over and meet the girls.” Someone who you assume is your manager tells you.

Now looking up and walking further in you can see five girls in the center of the room, all looking at you except one, Sakura stood staring at the ground as she recognized your voice as soon as you said one word. As you walk forward one of the girls finally speak up.

“Hi, I’m Yunjin.” Yunjin, you now know, goes in for a hug which you accept trying to ignore your ex just a few feet away. You recognize Yunjin a bit from watching produce 48 and remember being a bit upset she didn’t make it. Yunjin has a smile on her face at all times and a kind energy, so you calm down talking her. “Call me Jen.”

“I’m Chaewon.” You recognized her, of course you did, you had spent the past 3 years obsessively watching iz*one content, she didn’t have to know that yet though. And you could tell she recognized you, obvious that Sakura had talked about you to her while they were in their group.

“I’m Kazuha.” She quiet and a bit shy, but kind. A calm energy surrounds her, like she’s safe.

Lastly a younger girl speaks up, obviously shy and much younger than the other members around her (if 3 years is much)

“I’m eunchae.” She says quietly you almost don’t hear, you instantly feel protective like you’d fight anyone for the girl. It causes you to softly smile at her which she visibly relaxes at.

And then there’s Sakura, still looking at the ground mostly, silent even as the others look at her expectantly.

“Oh we already know each other.” You tell the other girls who are trying to urge her to speak, at which she finally looks up.

“Oh really? How?” Yunjin immediately questions

“We uh used to be g- um friends.” Sakura seems to be the only one who notices your almost mistake as you recovered easily as if it was just a little cough, and you don’t miss how she looks disappointed at the title of friends on your previous relationship.

You spend the next 10 minutes talking, well you were talking to four of them and Sakura was being silent unless she was speaking to someone else. Then the manager interrupted to tell us our starting schedule for training before allowing us to head to the dorms. You go to leave after everyone else had cleared the room but Sakura stops you before closing the door and leaning against it to block your exit.

“What are you doing here?” Sakura deadpans, a contrast to her usual personality.

“Same thing as you Sakura”

“I thought my world was too much for you?”

At first you don’t register the meaning of her words but the look in her eye brings you back to 3 years ago in your apartment.

Flashback

“There’s a show in Korea and they’re collaborating with my group and I’m going to be on it! If I’m in the top 12 I get to be in a group!” Sakura excitedly explains to you.

“Wow kkura I’m so happy for you!” Your voice is happy but the smile you’re wearing doesn’t reach your eyes.

“What? What’s wrong? I thought you’d be happy for me” Your girlfriend asked always able to read your face like it was a book.

“Nothing, I’m excited for you. It’s a good opportunity.”

“And?”

“And…. You have to leave”

“Yeah?”

“To Korea”

“Mhm.”

“Away from me.”

Sakura finally understands why you’re suddenly upset

“I mean yeah but we can get through it right?”

“It’s a different country.”

“We can visit each other”

“When? On the little breaks you have?”

“Come with me.”

“Sakura.. I can’t just give up my life to move to a different country for you.”

“This is my dream y/n. I can’t just not do it. Plus right now it’s not even a guarantee I’ll be in the group, for all we know it’s not permanent.”

“And if it becomes permanent?”

“Then we figure it out.”

“Look, I love you and I love how much you love your job but your world is just…. It’s not for me.” You try to explain, “They’ll never let you be with someone like me, not publicly.” It’s true and Sakura knows it, it’s something she had always feared when it came to her career

“So that’s it? You won’t even think about it? Either I stay or i go and i lose you?” Tears filled sakura’s eyes as her voice broke when she spoke.

“You should go. Don’t let me hold you back from your dreams.” A sad smile rests on your face, you always said you wanted what’s best for her even if it meant leaving to follow her dream of performing but you felt selfish now that it’s actually happening but you let your words betray your feelings.

“I don’t want to lose you.” She’s looking at the ground now, tears flowing down her face, and her voice is a whisper at best.

“I know.” You walk across the room to finally be face to face with her with your hands on her shoulders, “don’t forget about me when you’re worldwide star.”

Her only response is a hug, tight like a snake constricting against you and then a kiss, soft and sad, tears from her eyes dripping onto your face.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered before walking out of your apartment.

End of flashback

You didn’t see her again, not in person but you saw all of her music videos and performances. You wouldn’t admit it but you kept track of everything she had done over the years.

And now here you were, and she was In front of you with an expression somewhere between hurt and anger.

“I thought my world was too much for you?”

“That’s not fair”

“How so?”

“It was different then.”

“How?”

“God Sakura, it’s been 3 years. Can we please not do this?”

“You said it was too much for you which is why we couldn’t be together, why you didn’t come with me. And now suddenly here you are, a trainee, I just want to know what changed.” Sakura is mad, and it’s kinda scary because she never gets mad not like this and never at you.

“You. That’s what changed.” You say raising your voice to be a little above normal, matching her quiet anger.

“What do you mean?”

“If I was asked 3 years ago I would’ve said no because I wouldn’t have wanted to leave you but you were gone so I agreed.” It was the truth if Sakura never left and you were still together in Japan and you had gotten the opportunity without her, you would’ve said no.

“Oh. So I was holding you back?” Her face was angry but her voice wobbles as she speaks, hurt at the inferred implication of the words.

“I didn’t mean-“

“No it’s fine. I get it. I’ll see you later.” She stormed off out of the door angrily walking to where your now shared dorm would be as you got put with Sakura and Eunchae on their floor. After she leaves you take a few minutes to calm down, not wanting to show that you and Sakura had an intense interaction.

You walk out of the dance practice room where Yunjin is standing, looking at the door as you walked out.

“Oh.. hi.” You say surprised she was still at the company instead of on her way to the dorm like the rest of the members, “you’re still here”

“I just wanted to wait for you. Didn’t want you having to find your way around alone.” Yunjin says referencing your lateness earlier, “I also wanted to check on you , you looked pretty frazzled when you saw Sakura. She also just stormed out looking angry so I thought I’d make sure you’re okay” You had planned to just be by yourself tonight to just relax from seeing your ex again, but damn Yunjin and her incredibly kind heart.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine. It’s just been a while since we saw each other, I was surprised is all.” You explain, lying.

“Okay.” You can tell she doesn’t believe you from her facial expressions, “well I’m here for you, we’re a team now.”

“Same here, Jen.”

Yunjin smiles at the use of the nickname, and you could tell you would be close friends with her, a connection appeared instantly.

Somehow you both make your way to the front of the building, without getting lost. The other girls had taken a different car after they had decided you and Sakura had taken too long so now your ex was also sitting waiting out front for a car to come, Sakura was eyeing you as you interacted with your new friend. Though you had been broken up for three years she couldn’t help the jealousy that seeped in, the idea of another girl making you laugh like she did drove her crazy in the worst way. Her fists clenched by her side and she bit her lip hard almost drawing blood. Before you noticed her reaction, a car pulled up, without your friend Heeseung, so Yunjin and Sakura head towards it.

“Are you coming y/n?” Yunjin asks when she notices you’re not moving.

“Oh I have a friend in a hybe group so they’re letting us go to dinner, the car is on the way.”

“Oh okay, well I’ll see you at the dorm tonight.” A small smile and then she gives you a tight hug that you notice Sakura side eyes but you also notice her face relaxing at hearing you won’t be in the car with them.

Before Yunjin pulls away, another car is pulling up, Heeseung jumping out of the back seat almost immediately to come and pick you up in a hug.

“I’ve missed you.” He said.

“I’ve missed you too.” You notice the other girls side eyeing you, especially Sakura of course she knows about Heeseung but that doesn’t mean she has to like him being with you.

“Your friend is heeseung?” Jen said shocked.

“Yeah, We’ve known each other since we were kids, Ryujin from ITZY too actually.”

“Oh cool!”

Meanwhile Sakura is rolling her eyes.

“Yunjin, can we go now?” She asks, impatiently.

“Oh yeah, see you later Y/n”

They get in the car and take off.

“Well she’s as horrible as I remember you telling me.” He said when they drove away.

“Yeah, why don’t we get in the car and I’ll tell you all about our reunion.”

He nods and you both get into the backseat and Heeseung tells the driver to drive but to turn the music up so he couldn’t hear our conversation.

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an interview with an angel - hong joshua

member | news reporter!joshua x fencer!reader

genre | meet cute, fluff

word count | 2.5k

synopsis | for some people, when they’re in a dire situation, god sends them an angel. for you, he sent you an attractive young man who goes by the name of ‘Joshua’

warnings | cursing, reader has a slight(?) panic attack but shua is an absolute sweetheart, poor flirting bc yours truly doesn’t know how to flirt

notes | inspired by that one scene in ep 6 of twenty five twenty one, not proofread

If you had to explain your current situation in two words, it would be royally fucked. 

You’re a newbie, basically a nobody in the fencing world (according to Yu-rim’s kind words) that somehow managed to climb their way into the national fencing team and become a finalist in the Asian Games. No one knows how you did it, but when you first stepped onto the piste for your first match, you had managed to grab the attention of every person in the arena. 

You’re a rising star, you realized. As you sit in your train seat and twiddle your thumbs impatiently, you notice more and more people stealing glances towards your direction. You don’t know when you transitioned from a nobody to a rising star, but something told you that qualifying for the national team played a big role in familiarizing your name with the general public. You found yourself slowly sinking into your seat, trying to hide yourself from the prying eyes of passersby, but your bright red fencing bag and your obvious national team jacket didn’t do a good job of keeping you low-profile.

You were a newbie, now a rising star, a rising star that is now royally fucked. After mixing up your fencing bag with another athlete from Singapore, you caught the first train to the station where the athlete and her couch were waiting, swapped bags, and you were now on your way back to Gyeongju. The scheduled arrival time was 1:05 pm, leaving you with plenty of time to go back, warm up, and maybe squeeze in a short interview.

It was now almost 2 pm and you were nowhere near Gyeongju. The train had inched forward maybeonly a few yards and that was an hour ago. You’re usually a calm person, the type to remain calm and composed under any amount of pressure, but today was different. This was your first international competition and you worked so hard to get to where you were now, you were not about to lose your chance to become Yu-rim’s rival because of a stupid delayed train.

You had been contemplating what to do for the past 30 minutes, and just as you finally made up your mind to try and talk to a staff member, the train lurched forward, chugging down the tracks as it picked up momentum.

“We apologize for the inconvenience, we will arrive at Gyeongju Station at 2:10 pm.”

Hearing this made you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and you could feel some tension leaving your shoulders. You glanced down at your watch. Your match was supposed to start at 3:00.

You could make it. There was no way in hell you were going to forfeit. 

Joshua poked his head out the window and let out a loud groan when he saw the traffic in front of him. There was no way he could stop by SBS’s temporary office and get back to the arena in time. Most roads were closed off for the safety of the athletes participating in the Asian Games, meaning that everyone in the area had to use the same road to get to their destinations. Joshua isn’t usually an impatient person, but he was in a bit of a rush. He was supposed to submit his report for athlete Go Yu-Rim and return to the arena shortly after for his interview with athlete [Name].

He drummed his fingers against the wheel impatiently, checking his watch every 30 seconds out of pure annoyance. And as luck would have it, Joshua saw an incoming call from his fellow reporter, Yoon Jeonghan. Nothing good usually came out of calling with that sly man. Behind every word was a double meaning, and you would find yourself agreeing to anything that he said before you could even process what he was saying. 

“SBS News, Joshua Hong speaki-”

“Of course I know it’s you, Hong Jisoo,” the voice on the other line sounded frantic. Panicked. This sent a wave of dread through Joshua’s body. Jeonghan was never frantic. Never.  “Seungcheol’s waiting at the train station right now. His train was supposed to arrive an hour ago and I was supposed to pick him up since you were in the middle of a match. But his train got delayed by almost an hour and my event’s about to start- Do you think you can pick him up? He has an event at the same time as you and it won’t start for another hour, right?”

Joshua was at a loss for words. Almost nothing had gone right for him today, from the coffee spill on his work shirt this morning to the traffic mess in front of him and now this. He had to pick up Seungcheol, meaning that he wouldn’t be able to submit his report in time.

No matter. His friend was more important than a dingy old report.

“Sure, I can pick him up,” Joshua replied, already switching the gear of his car to take a left instead of continuing forward.

“Thank the great heavens above, you’re a godsend, Hong Jisoo,” Jeonghan rambled, his voice now sounding more distant as he presumably fumbled through his messenger bag to find his notepad and pen. “I’ll call you after your event is over, we deserve to get a drink after all the shit we went through today.”

“You got that right,” Joshua mumbled under his breath, his cellphone tucked between his ear and shoulder as he tried to maneuver through the cars to get to Gyeongju Station as fast as he could without breaking any traffic laws. “I’m hanging up now.”

“Bye, Shuji! Talk to you later.”

Once he grunted out a farewell, Joshua turned his attention back to the road as he pressed on the gas. Ten minutes passed quickly, and Joshua found himself running around the train station, looking for his blonde friend. Seungcheol had gotten in a lot of trouble from the company when he had first bleached his hair, saying that it made him look unprofessional and gave him a bad image. Fortunately for Seungcheol, he had two friends who had the best persuasive skills in probably the entire country. Joshua and Jeonghan had vouched for Seungcheol, convincing the head of the sports news that not only was Seungcheol a great reporter who was very thorough when he fact checks but he was also breaking stereotypes about dyed hair and the public’s perception of dyed hair.

Joshua searched the different boarding and disembarking platforms, looking for a familiar head of blonde hair, but it was nowhere to be found. He rested his hands on hips to catch his breath. He was more out of shape than he thought he was. Joshua made a mental note to start working out again regularly when he spotted a blur of bright red that zig-zagged around the big crowds of people.

Joshua almost immediately recognized that red bag. It belonged to you, a rising fencing star that he had been keeping an eye since the qualifiers for the national team. He sensed something from you. Perhaps it was potential, maybe stardom. He didn’t know yet, but he knew from the moment he saw you step onto the piste that you were going to do well.

But what the fuck you were doing here, 50 minutes before your first international game?

The moment you stepped off the train, you bolted through the station, not even sure of where you were going. You just knew you had to get back as soon as possible. 

So when a strong hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you, you almost threw a flying kick out of pure frustration. The last thing you needed right now was a fan who wanted an autograph or some stranger who wanted to know why you carried a big red bag on your shoulders. (Yes you’ve gotten that question quite a bit since you were in middle school)

“Excuse me, but I really need to-” You turned around, ready to lash out on whoever was clueless enough to stop you. But instead, you were met with intense, sparkling doe eyes that peered into yours.

“Athlete [Name]? Why are you- Your game starts in less than 50 minutes, follow me!” Joshua grabbed your hand and began pulling you through the train station with amazing speed. If you hadn’t done that training with Coach Yang, you were pretty sure you wouldn’t be able to keep up right now. 

Joshua wordlessly grabbed your fencing bag and threw it over his shoulder as he weaved through the big crowd, his hand never losing grip of your wrist. “Excuse me! Please make way! National athlete coming through! Future gold medalist right here, please make way!”

You felt your cheeks warming up at those words. Future gold medalist. You didn’t know who this man was, but did he really think you were good enough to become a gold medalist? 

Joshua spotted a blonde head up ahead, but he had far more pressing matters now. Seungcheol raised his hand and greeted the familiar face with a smile. “Shua! You came to pick me up?”

Joshua ran straight past Seungcheol without sparing him a single glance.

Seungcheol pouted, upset that his friend had just completely ignored him until he noticed who Joshua had in tow. The rising fencing star, [Name]. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but Seungcheol decided to let it slide with a quiet chuckle. 

Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you and the mysterious– and frankly attractive–young man ran into the bustling parking lot. Joshua reached into his pocket and fumbled for his car keys and pointed it to a blue, expensive looking car. It beeped back in response to its owner.

“Get in,” Joshua set down your fencing bag in the backseat as you climbed into the passenger seat. You closed your eyes and tried to catch your breath, but your breath came in short gasps. 

Joshua busied himself with starting the car engine and was about to tell you to fasten your seatbelt when he noticed that you were shaking. He reached out and held one of your trembling hands in his own.

“Hey, hey. Look at me,” When you opened your eyes, you found the same doe eyes from earlier peering into your eyes. Except this time, they weren’t intense and in its place was a certain tenderness in his dark brown eyes that brought you a sense of comfort. “We’re going to get to the arena in 15 minutes, you’re going to warm up for 30 minutes, and you’re going to compete and win, okay? There’s nothing to worry about. You’ll be okay.”

You let out a shaky exhale and nodded slightly. “We stopped for almost an hour and I was so- so scared that I would have to forfeit from my first international game and-” 

“Breathe, [Name]. Breathe in,” Joshua also took a deep breath in with you so you would feel less embarrassed. “And out. See? You’re okay. You’ll do great today,” He squeezed your hand reassuringly and you gave him a weak smile.

“You think so?”

Joshua smiled back at you. “I know so. Now buckle up, this is going to be a rough ride.”

He wasn’t kidding when he said that it was going to be a rough ride. Your escort was a reckless driver who was also a bit of a dare-devil. You lost count of how many times he almost ran a red light, but considering your dire situation, you didn’t really mind.

“By the way, I never caught your name.”

Joshua glanced over at you and smiled. “Open up the glove compartment. There should be a stack of business cards tied together with a rubber band. That’s my business card.”

You did as he told you to, and pulled out a card amongst the (messy) stack. “Hong Jisoo.. from SBS?”

Joshua flashed you his signature smile. “At your service. Although, I do prefer Joshua over Jisoo.”

“Did you study abroad? I’ve never met a Korean person who goes by an English name,” You said, a skeptical brow raised at the stranger.

“For a while, yes. I studied in America for a couple years and came back 3 years ago when things got a little financially difficult for my family.”

“And SBS? I’ve never heard of SBS before, are you guys new?”

Joshua nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! SBS is a new broadcasting station and my friends and I are here to cover the Asian Games this year.”

“I see…. What sector are you covering?” You asked. 

Joshua couldn’t help but laugh at the current situation he was in. “Sorry but, I’m the reporter here but why does it feel like I’m the one getting interviewed?”

“Oh..” You felt heat rising up to your face, your cheeks and the tips of your ears burning a bright shade of red, similar to your fencing bag. His laugh sounded so pretty, you wanted to hear it again. “Would you like to interview me then?”

This made Joshua laugh again, and you smiled at the sound. “Of course,” He lifted a hand up to your face in the shape of a fist, pretending to hold a mic in front of you. “I have two questions for you, Athlete [Name]. This is your first international competition and you’ve made your way to the final. How are you feeling? Did you expect to make it this far?”

You grinned. “I feel honored to be here. I’m still recovering from the shock I was in when I first qualified for the national team. I genuinely can’t believe I’m competing in the finals round of the Asian Games, I still occasionally pinch myself to remind myself that everything is real. It’s been a huge honor competing with every athlete I’ve sparred with and I’m so grateful for all the love and support I’ve been receiving, especially my coaches. I hope to not disappoint them and return the love by winning the gold medal.”

Joshua listened to you intently, occasionally glancing at you whenever he could. He would be lying if he said that he didn’t feel attracted to you. The natural blush on your cheeks from running, the wind blowing past your hair, and the gentle smile that graced your lips as you talked about how grateful you were to be at such an esteemed competition. 

At one point, Joshua was so engrossed in your words and your voice and your face that he almost missed a red light.

“I know I’m attractive but you gotta keep your eyes on the road, buddy,” you joked. When you said that, the last thing you were expecting was for the reporter to agree with you.

“You’re right, that’s my bad,” Joshua grinned at you with that cheshire grin of his. You looked away, a warm glow rising up into your face. “Time for the second question.

“If I asked you out on a date after this, what would your response be?”

You answered almost immediately, your heart in your throat. “My answer would be yes.”

reblogs and feedback is always appreciated ^-^

[middstape]

You Deserve to be Here

will smith x mediamanager!reader

(making this lil blurb bc i'm overthinking the game tn HARD)

barely edited (it's super late this could be rlly bad)

word count: 1,176 JESUS CHRIST I DIDN"T KNOW IT WAS THIS LONG

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The time was a little after 9:45 when the game ended in a shootout loss. You could tell that the guys were bummed out being so close just to lose, not that you could blame them. 

You were supposed to do a bit of media with the team after the game but thought against it not wanting to pester them after what happened. Instead, you headed down the tunnel with your computer a few minutes after the team. Being a media intern you were in charge of most of the editing and interviews regarding the Sharks. With that being said you head to the staff room to finish up some editing before leaving for the night. 

Around a quarter past ten, you were broke out of concentration when one of the media staff members came in. "Hey kid it's getting pretty late you should probably check in for the night." As you start to nod she speaks again "Oh there's a stack of papers for you in the locker room to take home, the players should all be out by now." You smile at her before giving a nod and a quick thanks.

Packing your stuff up you head down the tunnel a bit more pushing the door to the locker room open. 

The light was still on but you didn't notice anyone heading over to the papers before grabbing them. Turning around you pause seeing Will Smith sitting in his stall, head on the wall and eyes closed.

You break out into a smile "Oh hey Will." He opens his eyes before giving out a small "Hey." 

You walk towards the door slowly "You did great tonight, had some really good plays on goal." you tell him not noticing his down demeanor. He gives you a tight-lipped smile but doesn't say anything. Your smile slowly starts to fade from your face "Hey you okay?" you ask him in concern. He looks up at you "Yeah I'm alright." he offers no other response. You stop walking all together knowing he's definitely lying. Instead of asking if he's sure you give a simple "Do you want to talk about it?"

He looks at you like he's shocked you're actually trying to keep the conversation going. "There's nothing to talk about really Y/N I'm fine." he sighs.

You press your lips together. "Okay well, mind if I sit?" before he could even get a response out you made your way over to him plopping down on the floor next to his stall. 

He goes to speak but you cut him off "Look I understand if you don't want to talk about it, especially with me since we don't know each other very well but there is obviously something going on and I refuse to let you or anyone sit and think about it alone." Will looks like he's trying to find something to say but doesn't find the right words.

Instead, you both sit in silence, a bit awkward at first but become more comfortable in time. 

About ten minutes after you sat down you have your eyes closed when you hear him finally speak. "I don't know why I can't get it."

You furrow your brows before looking at him "What do you mean?" He looks down at you "I choke every time I have a chance on net. I know I'm holding back and I don't know why." 

He looks heartbroken and your heart clenches at the sight. You take in his words trying to find the right words. "You're under a lot of pressure Will, no one expects you to get it every time you have the chance. This is nothing like college hockey." He shakes his head at you "No my team expects me to get it every time.. I-I expect me to get it every time." he chokes up.

You cut him off "Hey no no, your team expects you to try every time and you do. No one is perfect and you're playing amazing out there." He just looks at me and scoffs "I have one point this preseason." he shakes his head in astonishment "I can't even get a goal in the preseason how the hell am I supposed to perform well when it really matters."

You turn your body towards his "Exactly Will it's preseason these games don't count on your record and it's your first few pro games there's nothing wrong with getting comfortable and working your way up" He stares at the wall "Celebrini got his first goal his first game." 

"Will you can't compare your success to someone else's. Mack just had a really great opportunity then, along with linemates who could help him out. Remember it's not just you on the ice your teammates need to help you too."

Will lets out a shaky breath "I don't know, these last few games have been making me think I made the wrong decision about signing. Maybe I wasn't ready and should've stayed at BC."

You immediately shook your head "No, don't say that. You signed because you wanted to right? You decided all on your own right?" he looked at you hesitantly before nodding.

You smile at him "Then you were ready. Because if you weren't you would have never thought to do this on your own."

When he doesn't say anything and only looks at you, you continue "Look Will, you're an amazing hockey player. You weren't drafted in the first five for nothing. You deserve to be here, just like the rest of these guys. Just because things are starting off a bit slower for you doesn't mean you don't deserve all of this."

He looks at you giving out a small smile before just above a whisper he says "Thank you."

You smile "Anytime, anywhere." you start getting up "And look if you ever need to rant, my door is always open. I've got some flavorless protein biscuits with your name on them... I'll eat the ice cream for you." He smirks "Oh will you now?" You grin "Sure will, someone's gotta take one for the team." you joke. He lets out a small laugh "Might have to take you up on that offer sometime.. maybe not just to rant though." he trails off.

With red cheeks you look at him "Ha I'm sure I could work that into my schedule." He puts a hand on his heart "Just for me? I'm honored." You roll your eyes "Yeah whatever. Come on you have a game tomorrow and I refuse to be the reason you fall asleep on the bench."

He slowly gets up with a groan "Mm fine but only since you ordered so nicely."

Rolling your eyes with a smile hearing the sarcasm in his voice you head to the door "Good night Will." Walking out, you pause hearing him speak "Hey Y/N?" you look back "Yeah?" He stands and looks right at you "Thank you."

You give him a small smile "Like I said- anytime, anywhere." turning around you walk out the door.

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Bah okay this could be trash but I'm sleepy and emotional. It's so late so apologies if this made NO sense.

byeee

[imahinatjon]

Random 1:26 am thought: Sigma, dazai, and fyodor coming home after an exhausting day of work, and they see their s/o cuddled up on the couch, sick as a dog. I'm in the hospital for flu rn lolllllllllllll

:( I hope you get better soon.

Thank you for the request. The idea is adorable.

Sick at home.

Sigma, Fyodor, Dazai.

Sigma.

• He doesn't exactly... come home perse. Just... leaves his office and goes to his part of the casino reserved for him to live in.

• I mean, he lives and breaths sky casino.

• There's not much to look forward too when it comes to retiring for the day.

• Or there wasn't, until you wondered into the Casino one day and won his heart. Now he had you to look forward to every day!

• He walked in, calling out to you as he usually did, but didn't get the response he expected.

• What he heard was half of his name called out weakly followed by a long string of coughs.

• He looked around in the darkness for you, before spotting a bundle of blankets in the middle of the bed.

• He quietly tip toes over, sitting at the edge of the bed.

• Feeling a slight dip in the mattress, you pop your head out of the covers, face red and hair messy.

• And suddenly he's panicking... quietly.

• "Y-your sick?! Why didn't you let me know?" He asked as gently as he possibly could.

• "You... had work... *cough*"

• "I could have taken time to come and help you, to get you feeling better"

• You merely shook your head at him. Telling him not to worry

• "B-but you've been alone all day..." He felt REALLY bad that he wasn't there with you.

• "Don't worry, I had *random staff member* help me get a few things so I can get better"

• That was a little more assuring. Still...

• "I'm not going to be working tomorrow"

• And he didn't. The next day, he didn't bother with work. Which was a little hard, but work could wait, he had other things to prioritize right now.

Fyodor

• He's another one who doesn't exactly come home from work.

• He lives where he works and works where he lives I thinks. He didn't even have a bedroom until you got there, and he had a bed brought and put in the other room for your comfort.

• He hadn't seen you in a while. Which was unusual. You normally approached him regularly throughout the day

• He wasn't worried. Not really, a little too focused for that. But when it got to about 6:30 pm and he hadn't seen you at all?

• Well, he's a little concerned and wants to know what's going on.

• So, reluctantly he pulls away from his scheming.

• This place isn't big, so if he can't find you immediately, chances are your in bed.

• So that's where he goes.

• And thats where he finds you. Breathing slow, but raspy breaths. Curled up in multiple blankets, despite your flushed face suggesting a temperature.

• He doesn't want to get ill, but he knows you haven't been out of the room, meaning you haven't been looking after yourself in your sickness.

• So he approaches to gently shake you awake.

• He's oddly gentle and affectionate. To the point you think your hallucinating and reach up to touch his face to ensure he's really there.

• He is, and he leans into your touch.

• "I'll have someone go and fetch some medicine and anything else you want, just give me a list"

• He's acting so out of character that you sit up suddenly, which hurts your head, causing you to wince.

• A brief look of annoyance crosses his face as he watches you act so carelessly, but it isn't there for long.

• "Um... if it's okay *couch* I'd like..."

• He makes sure that everything on that list is fetched.

• Even if he has to suck it up and go get the stuff himself because everyone else is so damn incompetent. So long as you get what you need it's okay.

• He'll also take a break for a while, spend time with you.

• Just don't mention how sweet his being or he's gonna ditch you and go back go what he was doing before.

Dazai

• Somehow, this guy knew you were going to be sick before he left for work, and had gotten you some water, a hot water bottle, extra blankets ready, and flu medication...

• ...He was up early...

• So you wake up feeling awful with everything you need already there, which makes you feel a little better... emotionally, being sick still sucks, but at least you aren't unhappy.

• When he gets home, he's extra quiet.

• He brought your favorite takeaway with him and a plushie. He borrowed kunikidas credit card

• (Pay back for making him go to work when his love is at home sick)

• He asks you if there's anything you want.

• He knows being ill sucks, he hates it just as much at the next person, plus he loves you so he's trying to be as accommodating as possible.

• He's pretty good at it.

• Your lucky

• He cuddles with you all night, and turns off his ringtone so kunikida can't disturb either of you in the morning.

• He's also kinda hoping you'll get him sick too.

• Unless you tell him to back off he's going to smother you with affection, that way you can be ill together!

• How sweet -_-

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