#anyways to bed i go. good night. or well. good morning. question mark

[maraschinotopped]

all nighter musical movie night completed! i surprisingly had fun! i ended up watching raggedy ann & andy: a musical adventure, the guy who didnt like musicals, and in the heights, if you were wondering. funnily enough the musical theming was purely accidental and i didnt realize it until i started watching in the heights. i just had these movies sitting on the backburner lol

now i need to go take a 2 hour nap so i have at least some juice running today. snork mimimi.

[missqhughes]

IS SHE REALLY YOURS? | Q. HUGHES43

-> quinn x jacksgf!reader

-> contains: mentions of sex and sexual acts, verbal fights, cheating, teasing, ocs created for the plot, use of y/n, lowercase intended

-> IN WHICH: y/n swears to herself and quinn that jack will never know what happened between them. however, as jack’s actions become even more questionable, quinn starts to drop hints about what he did to his girlfriend the night before, showing him two can play at the same game.

-> the HIGHLY requested pt 2 to can he get you like this! god i love this plot soooo much. don’t know if i would hate to be in this situation or adore it 🫥 anyway, hope you love it as much as i do!

18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT

y/n knew it was wrong.

that she fucked her boyfriends older brother. how much she enjoyed it, how good he made her feel. that she loved how it sounded when he moaned her name. that she slept in quinn’s bed in his boxers, she felt a comfort in him holding her close in his unconscious state.

y/n attempted to reach over quinn to grab his phone, afraid that she had woken up too late and leaving quinn’s room would mean certain, immediate trouble.

quinn shifted, waking up and witnessing her crawling on top of him, reaching for the side table, and ultimately failing to do so.

“well, good morning to you too, what are you doing?”

quinn’s sleepy voice was like music to her ears, “sorry, i just wanted to see what time it is,” she said, backing up to lay on her side, partly embarrassed that quinn caught her in the act.

quinn let out a chuckle, brushing the hair away from her face, then holding the nape of her neck to bring her into a sweet kiss.

he inhaled with satisfaction, “you don’t need to know what time it is,” he mumbled against her lips, breaking away to place a kiss on her jawline.

“i do, it’s going to look pretty bad if jack is awake and i come out of your room. especially looking… like this.” y/n remarked, her chest branded with quinn’s mark.

quinn briefly looked at his phone screen, “it’s 7:50, still pretty early. you should be good,”

y/n felt a relief, thinking the worst, that it was later in the morning and everyone else was already awake and that she would have to bring the million dollar excuse to the table of why she was coming out of quinn’s room instead of her own, or jacks.

y/n got up off the bed to look for her shirt and shorts, only to realize that her shirt was still splayed over the kitchen counter.

“fuck”, she whispered to herself, cursing at her forgetfulness.

“can you go get my shirt from the kitchen? i don’t want to walk out there in just a bra and shorts.”

got up and ruffled his hair, his broad shoulders displaying just noticeable scratch marks down them. instead of leaving the room, he went into his closet.

“just wear one of mine,” he said casually,

y/n knew he wasn’t going to get it, and she sure as hell wasn’t either. no one was going to see her in it, so who cares?

quinn tossed her an oversized shirt, a grey one with the classic canucks logo on it. she shot him a look,

“seriously? quinn i cant wear this. what am i going to say to jack if he sees this in my room?” she held the t-shirt in her hands, flustered just at the thought of wearing quinn’s shirt.

“you’ll be fine, you worry too much,” quinn was so casual in his demeanor, some may say it was off putting, but that’s just how he was.

y/n slipped the shirt over her head, engulfed by quinn’s familiar and newly intoxicating scent.

“see you for breakfast then?” she said, standing by the door, holding out the boxers he lent her the night before.

“always,” he said, taking the boxers from her hand before biting his lip and slapping her ass as she left his room.

“quinn!”

“sorry, just had to,” quinn laughed, then closed the door behind her.

was any of this real? she thought to herself.

y/n quietly shuffled into the kitchen, grabbing her shirt that was, in fact, splayed over the kitchen counter. she hurried back to her room in a quiet run, softly closing the door and finally letting out the breath she was holding in.

she took off quinn’s shirt and replaced it with her own, his scent still lingering on her. y/n’s mind went blank, wondering how everything was going to be from now on. sure, jack didn’t know. he will never know. but now that she had done this with quinn, what does that mean for them?

she knew she couldn’t have them both, that she couldn’t just end things with jack just to move on to his older brother.

y/n snapped out of it, shoving quinn’s shirt deep into her dresser, where hopefully no one would find it.

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10:23am

y/n thought this was a safe enough time to leave her room, this being the hour she usually emerges to the living room. but this time she had been up for hours before hand, laying down, a million thoughts firing at once.

she walked down to the kitchen, no quinn or jack, or alana in sight, just april and luke.

“morning guys, the others aren’t up yet?”

luke yawned, “morning, quinn isn’t up but alana and jack are.”

y/n tried her best to keep a poker face, but she felt her heart sink at hearing that they were up but no where in sight.

“oh. where’s jack then?”

she didn’t give a shit about where alana was, as long as it wasn’t with jack.

“he took her out on the jetski, they left like 10 minutes ago,” april let out quickly, avoiding eye contact with y/n.

great.

in almost weird, perfect timing, both quinn came out of his room as alana and jack came up from the dock.

a few good mornings were shared, jack walking over to y/n sitting at the kitchen barstool, placing a quick soft kiss on her cheek. quinn smirked while watching, her head dipping down slightly to hide the pink hue dressed on her face.

jack, for once in his life it seemed like, noticed, and he gave quinn a weird look.

“what’s up with you bud?” he smiled, passing his older brother in the kitchen.

quinn poured himself coffee, back to his brother, covering the devilish smile he had on his face.

“nothing, just slept really good last night, ya know? bed felt extra comfortable,” he said casually, sipping his coffee then facing jack with a nonchalant look.

y/n held her breath, thinking she was going to pass out either from lack of air or whatever the fuck game quinn was playing.

she was so focused on the interaction playing out in front of them, she didn’t notice the other three leaving, april tugging her friend into luke’s room, and him by the door listening to their conversation.

thankfully jack thought nothing of quinn’s remark, and he chuckled at his brother, “yeah i get you. all of us should get down to the water, it’s a super nice day out.”

he would know that. he’s already been out with alana today.

but she couldn’t go out today. not with the situation going on with her chest.

“i’ll probably just stay in-”

“-how about a boat day? i’ll come with this time. all of us.” quinn was quick to cut her off, and she couldn’t control the eye roll that came after.

jack nodded in agreement, “i’ll go tell the others,”

god, what did she get herself in to?

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the weather was perfect, a calm summer day to pair with the pure anxiety she had on this boat ride. a secret under her shirt, and thankfully, quinn had his on too.

everything was fine for the most part, she was sitting next to jack, legs resting on his lap, and his arm gently draped over them.

the only thing that wasn’t fine, was that alana was still wearing his fucking hat. that she was taking pictures in it, and that they just could not stop talking to each other.

y/n looked at quinn’s focused expression steering the boat, and he looked back at her, then glancing at jack and alana. he slowed the boat, until it came to a complete stop.

“we should anchor here, too nice to not swim,”

she held her breath, again.

and to her horror, quinn peeled his shirt off, scratch marks in full visibility across his back.

luke was the first to notice, “dude, did you fuck someone last night?” after luke’s comment, the rest of them all turned their heads to see what he was talking about.

“damn Q, you’re an animal,” jack followed, “when did you leave the house to smash?”

“i didn’t, she came to ours.”

y/n’s heart stopped.

“who?” april asked, everyone curious about quinn’s secret woman of the night.

“yeah quinn, who?” y/n asked, gaze not leaving him, clenching her thumbs in her hands to prevent anyone seeing them from shaking.

“not telling. wanna see where it goes. but she lives really close,” he dived into the water, luke and april following after.

god what was he doing? does he think this is funny?

jack tapped her legs, signaling her to move, and she did. he walked towards the edge of the boat, noticing y/n didn’t soon follow after.

“you’re not going to get in? you love swimming,”

guilt hit her like a truck.

“i really dont feel well, i think swimming will just make me feel sicker,” she lied through her teeth, wrapping her arms around her body to sweeten the lie.

“don’t worry, i’ll swim with you jack!” a piercing voice said, y/n scoffed as alana skipped to where jack was, pushing him in.

she looked back at y/n, the two holding eye contact for just a moment before jack grabbed alana’s arm and pulled her into the water.

whatever.

the guilt was fading away, and as y/n looked out into the water, she didn’t notice april looking at her with a face of concern.

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the ride back to the house brought familiar feelings back to her.

quinn decided to keep his shirt off, which she knew was 100%, undeniably, intentional. her evidence on him was on display for everyone, and her mind faded in a daydream of clawing into his back, pornographic moans emitting from her lips, all while he fucked her senselessly.

she needed to be alone.

y/n didn’t wait for anyone, instead booking it straight back into the house. she threw herself onto her bed, groaning into the plush pillows as she gripped her hair so tight she thought she might rip it out.

in her tantrum of panic, there was a knock at her door.

she didn’t know who she was hoping it was. jack? quinn? both?

neither.

it was april.

“hey,” she smiled softly at y/n before speaking again, “can we talk?”

“yeah, of course,” y/n held open the door to let april in to her room, the girl sitting on the edge of the bed, tensed up.

she never hated april. she actually found her really nice, thought she was a good fit for luke. they’d always gotten along, even going on double dates with her and jack.

“are you okay? what’s up?” she sat next to her, crossing her legs on the bed.

april inhaled deeply, in contemplation of her words.

“y/n, there’s something you should know.”

her heart stopped.

“what is it?”

“jack… and alana. i know she’s my friend but you deserve to know this. i mean you’ve seen it yourself she’s been throwing herself at jack this whole time. i keep telling her to stop but she just won’t, and i think they might have kissed on the dock.”

she felt like she was going to pass out, her throat burning with heartache. it hurt extra because she had no right to feel this way. she was the one who cheated on him first. or did she even? it was an impossible situation.

“how do you know?”

y/n could tell april was trying not to cry, her own personal guilt coming out, “the other day, when you went to your room after dinner, alana and jack went down to the dock, just the two of them. i could see through the windows he was leaned over her, and she had her hand on his chest. that’s why i don’t know if they did for sure, and alana refuses to tell me.”

any guilt, all guilt she had in her situation was gone. at least she had the reservations to cheat on the low, and not be so embarrassingly blatant about it.

she hated it. she hated him.

y/n contemplated in this moment what she should do. should she tell april what her and quinn did? that they were both just another chain in the link of cheaters?

she was going to fake sadness, but the tears flew out unconsciously.

“thank you for telling me. i appreciate it.”

april nodded, and the two held a long, comforting hug.

“you’re welcome, and i’m sorry. i don’t know what you want to do but she’ll be gone in a few days, if you wanted to confront jack then.”

“yeah, good idea,” april gave her one last smile before getting up,

“i’ll be down by the water if you need anything, you know where to find me.”

y/n gave her a thumbs up, and with a gentle click of the lock, april left.

she waited a couple minutes, enough time for her to be gone, then shuffled over to quinn’s room. his door was shut and there was no noise to be heard, but she prayed he would answer when she knocked.

and he did.

“hey, hey, what happened?” his look softened, instinctively holding her face in hands, wiping her tear ridden face.

“jack cheated. he fucking cheated before we even did anything quinn. that night… the night i went to my room, he kissed her, he kissed alana on the dock. he was almost on top of her and she had her hand on his chest.”

her voice trembled, she held up her hands to hold quinn’s arms to keep her standing, feeling that if she didn’t, she would come crumbling to the floor.

quinn’s soft expression quickly morphed into a look of anger,

“how do you know that?”

“april told me,” y/n sobbed.

“oh, y/n,” he pulled her into his room, engulfing her in a hug, resting his face on the top of her head as he rubbed gentle circles on her back.

“everything’s going to be fine, okay? it’s gonna be just fine. do you trust me?”

she looked up at him with glossy eyes, not a hint of deceit in his face.

“yes, i trust you quinn.”

he kissed the tip of her nose, her tear stained cheeks, then her puffy red lips.

“good. lay down with me for now, i don’t want you upset all alone,”

she nodded, taking quinn’s hand and following to his bed, where he wrapped the blanket and himself around her, soothing the hiccuping sobs while massaging her body, and whispering that she was okay, and he was here.

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y/n woke up in quinn’s bed.

but he was nowhere to be found.

stretching and rubbing her puffy eyes, she got up from the warm comfort of quinn’s bed. creaking open the door to see if anyone was up. when the coast was clear, y/n slipped out of quinn’s room and down to the main level.

she was greeted with everyone else, luke and quinn in the kitchen cooking dinner, and the others resting around the living room.

quinn looked over at y/n, waving her over to the kitchen.

“quite the napper recently aren’t you?” he joked, leaning his body slightly towards her, “you okay?” he whispered.

“i’m fine,” she said back, quinn holding her waist for just a few seconds then back to the cutting board before anyone could notice.

“go relax, dinner will be ready soon,”

she jokingly saluted him, taking the empty seat next to april on the couch, luke and jack occupying the chairs whilst they played video games.

she gave her a side hug, and y/n rested her head softly on april’s shoulder. her eyes glanced to alana, who was already looking at her, jaw tight and a deep look of annoyance on her face.

cant wait for a great family dinner.

——————————————————————————

y/n actually felt okay enough to talk.

it felt like everything was back to the way it was before, everyone was in the conversation. laughing, joking, enjoying it all together.

“so Q, you gotta tell us, who’s the chick you hooked up with?” jack asked, still rolling in curiously over who his older brother secretly had in his bed.

aaaaand there it was. back to reality.

quinn wiped his mouth and looked at jack coldly, “why do you want to know so bad?”

everyone looked taken aback at quinn’s defensive reaction,

“chill, i was just wondering. we all were trying to think of who it could be but came up blank.”

luke chimed in, “is she hot?”

“very.”

she could hear her heart beat pounding into her ears.

“how did you meet?”

“through someone else.”

“was it good?”

“even better than i imagined in my head.”

y/n’s chest felt like that of a hummingbird, unable to slow the pulse of her heart.

quinn crossed his arms on the table, “actually, i have a question for you jack.”

god, why was he doing this now? couldn’t he wait a few days?

“yeah?”

“what were you doing at the dock with alana the other night?”

here we fucking go.

jack stared blankly at quinn, the whole table fell into silence. his brother stared back, his expression unwavering.

“what are you talking about?”

“you two were there. her hand was on your chest, you were all over her. what’s up with that?”

jack stared at his brother blankly, placing his hand on y/n’s thigh with a soft squeeze.

“baby it’s not true, i promise. he’s lying,”

“i saw it for myself. alana?” quinn shifted the conversation to her, clearly annoyed that jack disregarded his question.

alana said nothing, jacks head whipping around to look at her, pleading blue eyes filled with nothing but guilt. she took her head in her hands, and just barely nodded in confession.

jack begun to panic, moving his hand up to caress y/n’s face, anything to save himself.

“baby i promise it’s not what you think. you’re all mine, i-”

“is she though?” quinn stood, leaning over the table slightly, a dark sound in his voice.

“what the hell are you talking about quinn?”

“you know… last night, she cried to me. cried to me about how shitty you were being, how little love you were giving her, how little attention gave to her. so i did.”

if looks could kill, jack and quinn would have matching wounds.

“what are you getting at?”

“i fucked her. in my bed. yeah, she was so fucking sexy moaning my name, i even made her cum. hard. ever get her like that jack? hm?”

no one else could say a word. luke’s mouth was hung open in shock, april’s covered by two hands, and alana with an unreadable expression.

y/n turned away, unable to look him in the eye,

“is all this true? look at me.”

she refused, instead nodding with a quivering lip, tears coating her closed lashes.

jack scoffed, “unbelievable, you are fucking unbelievable,” he was stood up now too, a hand gripped through his hair.

that’s when her emotions turned into a complete 180, appalled at his words,

“me? i’m unbelievable? you just spent the past couple days flirting with alana, come to find out you kissed her, and you think you get the only right to be mad? you need to fucking leave.”

“leave, you know this is also my house right?”

“jack…” luke’s voice trailed off, disappointment lingering, “you should go.”

“you’re kidding?”

“no. go to your apartment in jersey, go to mom and dads, anywhere, but you can’t be here for the rest of the summer.”

jack rubbed a hand on his mouth before slamming his fists on the table, grabbing alana’s hand, and ascending up to his room, likely to pack all their things.

y/n’s silent tears now turned into loud sobs, paining her each time she took a breath. quinn held her first, april and luke soon to wrap their arms around the pair too.

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cleaning up after dinner was silent.

no one dared to speak, the loudest noise in the room being the familiar soft hum of the refrigerator.

they had all made their way to the living room after, y/n with her legs pulled up to her chest, leaned on quinn, the well known crumbling feeling just around the corner from her.

about an hour had passed since jack and alana went up, and now footsteps trailed down, them both emerging with packed suit cases.

together? who knows.

who cares.

the silence was still kept when they stepped towards the door, y/n only standing up when jack looked at her.

“hope you realize he just used you. used you because you were vulnerable, and easy. don’t forget that.”

the door slammed shut.

“you two definitely need some time alone,” april said softly, fiddling with the fingers in her lap.

“agreed, we’re gonna go to my room, you all got the floor, Q” luke chimed, putting an arm around april. as he tapped quinn’s shoulder and lovingly messed up y/n’s hair, they went to luke’s room, leaving just quinn and her left.

“and then there were two.” quinn said lightheartedly, his laugh fixing the dark aura that surrounded them previously.

“yeah, just us.”

“i always wanted it to be just us.”

she was in shock, especially considering her and jack dated for almost two years, and she knew the hughes family even longer before.

“quinn,” she began,

“i promise. i’ve wanted to give you everything for so long. i was crushed when jack told me he had feelings for you, but i pushed mine aside because i wanted him to be happy. but i knew i could be better for you,”

she wrap her arms around his neck, eyes going over all his gorgeous features, lip slightly quivering at his resemblance to jack.

“i had no idea quinn, if i knew… things could’ve been so different. but right now, i do want you. but i need time, it’s so fresh,” she almost framed it as a question, nervously awaiting what quinn was going to say.

“that’s okay, i’ll wait forever if i have to. right now, let’s just enjoy the rest of the summer yeah, how’s that sound?”

she smiled, bringing her head down to fully hug him,

“that sounds really good, but what about you and jack?” quinn’s face was unwavering, not a hint of worry or fear present.

“me and jack can figure our shit out later. it’ll all be okay,” he turned his head to kiss her temple reassuringly. y/n knew he was being truthful, every time quinn said something would be okay, it would be.

with his sweet words, she was ready to soak all of him into her. she was really all his.

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© missqhughes

xoxo, kaia

[alice-everafter]

"Is the room to your liking?"

Riddle's tentative voice rings through the peaceful silence. He's stood like a stranger, unsure and hesitant in his crimson pajamas. Which is ironic given the fact that it’s his own room that the two of you are in. Really, that should be you standing around awkwardly. But instead here you were, sat on his king sized bed in similar pajamas without shame.

"Riddle," you don't have to fake the giddy grin as it stretches across your face painfully wide. "Any room is to my liking considering the shack I currently call home."

He gives you a concerned little smile in response. You couldn’t help it, you were excited to finally be able to sleep on a mattress that wasn’t lumpy. Or creaky. And or slightly moldy. The point being you’re excited to get some good sleep.

Riddle flicks off the lights and starts to settle into bed. You follow his lead, because if there is one thing Riddle Rosehearts can do is be a commanding presence even in satin pjs.

He turns on his side, staring at you from across a reasonable gap given the fact that you were currently sharing a bed. A really big one at that but a bed regardless.

And then continues to stare as a questionable silence occurs.

“Do you always go to bed this early?” You blurt out before you can think any better of it. The awkwardness was just asking to be broken.

“This is early?” Riddle’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “I’ve always gone to bed at this hour, even as a child.”

You can just vaguely make out the light of the still setting sun from the window behind you.

“Well, I mean, what time do you normally get up?”

“6 am.”

“Oh,” well. Maybe he’ll let you sleep in, enjoy the luxury of a non-lumpy bed while you still can.

“You seem apprehensive.” Riddle fiddles with the blanket in his hands where it rests right below his chin. You try and shoo the imagery of a small child being tucked in out of your brain.

Thank god his unique magic didn’t have to do with reading minds, otherwise you’d be thrown to the streets with a collar as a parting gift.

Speaking of collars and lack there of, today had marked a month since Riddle’s “big summer blowout” as you have codenamed it as. And what started as a “1 month of sobriety” joke by Ace turned into an actual celebration by Cater. So, naturally, you dragged yourself along and helped yourself to Trey’s mouthwatering pastries. But then one thing led to another and somehow you were roped into playing a Twisted Wonderland version of Monopoly that led to Grim melting all the plastic house pieces in a fit of firey tantrum to then being forced to fix them by Riddle in an impromptu magic lesson/lecture and—

Yeah, so a lot happened. And next thing you know, you’re being surveilled watched by Trey as you meticulously brush your teeth along to his direction… for some reason? Turns out Ace wasn’t spewing complete lies about Trey’s “fetish” for teeth. You wouldn’t call it that, personally. It was more like a… slightly uncomfortable passion.

But anyway, here you are. Sleeping over at Heartslabyul because Riddle had insisted you and Grim stay the night since by the time you had realized, it was past curfew. Though, surprisingly, Riddle insisted that you share his bed. And Grim, still more than a little apprehensive about the Dormhead, scampered off to sleep with the other freshmen. Cramped dorm rooms be damned.

“Prefect?”

You shake yourself from your thoughts, realizing you had left Riddle hanging for your answer.

“No, no. I’m just… difficult to get up in the morning.” You settle on saying, fiddling with the comforter much like Riddle was.

“Oh, well you can’t be worse than Ace. He’d sleep the entire day away if I allowed it.”

You can see that familiar spark of disapproval flare up behind his eyes and you instinctively tense up. Though as quick as it was there, it fizzles out. Reminding you that yes, this was Riddle, but not the same one that nearly decapitated you with a rose bush.

This is the one that you saw break down in tears on the Heartslabyul lawn after treating it like a playground sandbox. The one that nearly did it again—the crying part, not the sandbox bit—as he pulled you aside and apologized for nearly killing you.

You remind yourself that as you decide to take a small leap of faith with your next words.

“I was also sort of hoping to sleep in tomorrow.”

“Oh,” is all he says. Which isn’t terrible, but not exactly good either.

“Since, you know. It’ll be Sunday. And, you know, still the weekend so. Good to get caught up on sleep while you can… you know.”

He’s analyzing what you’ve said, you can tell by the way his eyes get wide and concentrated. Oh, he’s biting his lip now. That means he’s actually considering your thoughts. He’s thinking, he’s about to speak—

“Alright.”

“…Alright?”

“Yes, alright.” He seems to solidify his answer with a nod. “Let’s sleep in.”

Those words settle in your chest like the sweetest relief.

“Brilliant idea, Riddle!” You can feel the excitement as it grows in your chest. So much so you reach over and grasp his hand, shaking it in emphasis. “You won’t regret this, I tell you.”

“You’re acting like I’ve just done something revolutionary.” He titters, cheeks pink from the unexpected contact as you basically start shaking his hand like an eager businessman after a hard won deal.

“How many times have you slept in before?”

He opens his mouth to respond, ponders, and then slowly shuts it.

“See! So it's basically revolutionary. Why do you think we threw you a party?"

"Oh, and that's another thing." He seems to remember something at the mention of the party. "The fact that Ace and Cater kept congratulating me on my '1 month of sobriety' is pure nonsense. I've never had a lick of alcohol my whole life, so why would I be sober if I never got not sober to begin with?"

As he rambled, you could see his confusion slowly shifting towards indignance. His cheeks were beginning to flush, eyebrows knitting together. His fingers were clenching and unclenching in the sheets pulled over his body.

He looks at you now with pursed lips, bordering on pouty, waiting for a reply.

"...Well, it's a, um..." You stop yourself from saying joke. If you wanted Riddle to not possibly get offended, you'd need to overexplain as much as he can overthink. "It's supposed to be ironic. As in like, 'haha get it? Riddle would never get drunk and therefore sobriety makes no sense and therefore is funny!' kind of ironic."

You subconsciously ended up avoiding eye contact throughout your entire explanation. And also leaving out the comparison of his... "moments" with alcoholism, since you didn't think that would go over very well. So when you finish and decide to just bite the bullet and look, his expression is one of... disappointment?

"Oh," he says, simply and softly. "I see, I guess that... makes sense."

...Maybe you should explain the comparison. "If you need me to elaborate, I can."

"No," he quickly responds with a shake of the head. "That won't be necessary. Your explanation was more than enough."

His eyes are trained on a loose piece of thread near the edge of his pillow yet it's like he's staring straight through it.

"Is there... something else then that's on your mind?"

"I guess I am just... realizing a few things about myself. Especially in regards to these past few months. All those times when I overheard a student comment that I 'couldn't take a joke' were, in essence, correct."

"What?" Talk about a topic shift. "Wait, hold on a second, where did this come from?"

"From just now, actually." He begins picking at the thread he's been zoning out on. "I mean, you saw me. I almost talked myself into a tizzy over, what? A harmless phrase that had no intention of demeaning my character? That ended up turning into a party meant to congratulate me?"

"Well, I mean, there is an underlying comparison between your 'tizzy' moments and alcoholism so—"

"Ace was right."

You blink, momentarily wondering if the person laying across from you is actually Riddle or not.

"How?" You don't bother with hiding your incredulousness, too confused to sugarcoat.

"When he said that everyone around me only panders to my behavior." He huffs, a small humorless laugh filled with self deprecation. "I, all that time, was just silencing thoughts and behavior that I viewed as wrong even though it would've been right. It's no wonder some of the freshman are still hesitant with me. Why it feels like everyone is walking around eggshells when they talk to me."

"Even you, Prefect." He looks... small, truly like a child. Curled into himself like he wishes to disappear from sight. Blinking rapidly like he's trying not to cry. "Even you do it. You let me do what I want, you're never 100% honest with me, and you justify my responses. Like just now."

You open your mouth to rebuttal, but he shakes his head, smiling sadly.

"Don't bother, I can give you examples. Asking me if we could sleep in, expecting me to disagree. Only half explaining the meaning to me since it'd be directly referencing my anger. Which you have yet to actually name for what it is, not once."

You... hadn't even realized you were doing that. It was all just, natural. Instinctive.

"I can... I'm not the most perceptive but, I can tell when you tense up, Prefect."

He meets your gaze, and that's when you process the tension in your shoulders. You had been tensing them, for who knows how long.

"I don't blame you," he speaks before you can begin to try and say anything in response. "Not after everything I did, not after I overblotted and nearly got us all killed."

He looks defeated as he turns over to lie on his back, staring up at the canopy of his bed.

"Ace and all of them were right, I'm just a baby tyrant."

The two of you lapse into silence, you with nothing to say and him having said it all. You don't know how long you stare at his profile for, just scraping the recesses of your brain for the words to say. But eventually, you decide "fuck it" and just let him have it. Like he deserves.

"So you're a bit of a control freak." His head snaps to you but you force yourself to ignore it, barreling onwards. "Scratch that, you ARE a control freak. Can you blame yourself? What with that shitty mom you have, I'd be surprised if you didn't turn out some form of fucked up."

"My mother is—"

"Nope," you abruptly hold a finger up right to his face. "None of that, I'm talking. You want the truth so I'm giving you the truth. Your mom sucks, severely. She basically made you into the baby tyrant that you are. And we, as friends and as your dormmates, have perpetuated that attitude. Thereby continuing the cycle of tyranny until when someone eventually called you out on it, you exploded."

All that momentary fight dies out the more you went on. Every new statement was like a lash across his face. Now he refuses to look at you, too disappointed to meet your gaze. Eyes glossy with unshed tears.

You cross the invisible wall between you two and reach out, grabbing his hand once again in yours.

"But that doesn't mean you can't change." You squeeze his hand, whether to reassure yourself or him is beyond even you. "The fact that you're acknowledging your behavior is proof enough that you're on your way to fixing it. But even then, healing isn't linear. If you take a few steps back, just get back on it again. It's going to be a while but there's nothing you can do about that except let it happen and be patient. Don't let every reminder of your faults be a dissuasion, let it be a motivator to keep going."

You take a moment to breathe, but also to gauge his reaction. Wide eyed and staring at you in wonderment, Riddle lays unmoving. Nothing but the dim impression of street lights outside to illuminate his form in the darkness of his bedroom. Looking at you and only you.

"I'll do better," you tell him, resolute. "I'll hold you accountable. I'll remind myself more to say what I mean, or even call you out on your shit if I need to. And if not me then someone else will, especially Ace. Consequences be damned with him."

He's lying once more on his side, mirroring you like before. His fingers have since found their place around your hand, holding it in kind. His grip tightens with the lull in your speech. You don't know whether it was intentionally or not but it's enough to encourage you to let that last little thought out.

"And for what it's worth, I think you're doing as good a job as any, Riddle."

Silence settles in, him with nothing to say and you having said it all. Well, almost having said it all.

"So," you pipe up before those tears you can see in his eyes decide to fall. "I think this call for a concluding hug, what do you say?"

So, so many emotions fly across his face as you hold open your arms as best you can while lying on a bed. Eventually, what he settles on doing is laughing. Watery and in disbelief, Riddle laughs and leans forwards into your arms.

"Honestly," he chides without an ounce of real intent as he presses his face into your shoulder. "That's how you decide to end your thoughts?"

"I don't see you doing any better, Mr. 'I'm just a baby tyrant.'"

A month ago, that response would've gotten you a one way ticket to collar town. But tonight, he only laughs and holds you tighter.

"Touché, Prefect." He leans back enough that you're able to watch as a smile spreads across his face, unabashed and bright like the sun.

It's one of the firsts of its kind that you've ever seen on his face. You hope you can keep producing more just like it.

[reveluving]

morning, mrs price ; john price x reader

summary: mornings are better with john.

warnings: implied s~mut (minors DNI!), loads of fluff & kisses!

a/n: unplanned. domesticity today is cranked up by a 100 because I woke up on the GOOD side of the bed today, and I hope you will too! please enjoy & don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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☕️ price melting when you come up from behind as he reads the newspaper in the dining room, feeling your hands lightly massaging his shoulders before leaving a few kisses on his temple and cheek, followed by a warm and tired, "g'morning."

☕️ he loves it when you're extra lovey-dovey—when you nuzzle your cheek against his, hearing your soft laugh as his beard tickles and almost prickles against your face.

☕️ he loves it when you hook your chin over his shoulder, asking if there was anything interesting in the paper he was reading. there's likely nothing worth noting half the time, but for you, he'd flip through a few, just to hear your cute "oh!" or if it so happens to be a funny one, being the one to share laugh with you.

☕️ + turning his head to the side to kiss your cheek!

☕️ him casually dragging a chair closer to him with one hand (those arms!), your hot drink of choice (likely prepared by him when he knows you're about to wake up) already next to his own mug to start the day off well together!

☕️ putting the newspaper aside as you sit next to him, talking about whatever with one of his hands on your thigh. it can be innocent, it can be naughty, but chances are, you're never going to leave the dining room right away.

☕️ him trailing his fingers over the visible bite marks on your thighs, his eyes crinkling shamelessly, because how could he forget when the two of you were 'fooling around' last night?

☕️ him purposely jiggling the plush of your thigh and leaning in, complimenting your obedience from last night and whispering how it wouldn't be the last time leaving such marks on you, as if he hasn't done so countless of times.

☕️ price letting out a hearty laugh when you lightly shove him for his teasing, then to ensure you don't pass out of embarrassment, by the way your body was growing hot, he asks what you'd want for breakfast.

☕️ want to try and make a recipe you found on the internet? he's ready to help you, or, if you want to spoil him by making it on your own while telling him to just 'sit there and look handsome', he'll be the most good-looking husband for you.

☕️ hell, he'll flex his muscles for you if you want.

☕️ want to try out that diner you saw the other day? give him a few minutes to finish his coffee then change, and he'll drive you there!

☕️ but shit, if you said you wanted him for breakfast right then and there, then don't be surprised if he spreads his legs without question 💗

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» a/n: okay AND because I read the ask I sent to @bubuslutty as SOON as I woke up... so... <3 ;; anyway! gorgeous divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

[daycourtofficial]

Hickeys and The Marks We Leave

Summary: You and Cassian have been sneaking around for a year now, keeping your relationship hidden. You’re tired of hiding, but Cassian doesn’t want to tell everyone yet, so when his brothers accidentally see some hickeys you left on him, you want to tell everyone, but he doesn’t.

Author’s note: this is heavily inspired by Hickeys by @lalacliffthorne so I highly suggest reading that as well!!

Cassian didn’t think anything of the delightful morning sex the two of you had before he had to go to training. Despite keeping your relationship a secret, it was really easy to find ways into each other’s rooms throughout the day and night. A rigorous training schedule was one of the reasons you two slept in Cassian’s bed every night - you could slip out easily while him and Azriel were at training.

Cassian had, to his misfortune, cleaned the scent of you off of him, as he did every morning the two of you had sex before his training. He wasn’t ready to tell his brothers he was seeing someone, especially not that it was you. His brothers adored you, Mor and Feyre adored you, even Amren was somewhat fond of you.

The problem is once he tells them, it becomes very real. And once it becomes very real, he could mess it all up. Cassian was in love with you, no doubt about it, and you were in love with him. But Cassian was always afraid, waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for something to go wrong.

His thoughts whirled and swirled, consumed by you, which is how Gwyn’s voice catches him by surprise as she shrieks, “Cassian is that a hickey?”

Cassian stops stretching, looking down at his bare torso, finding a trail of hickeys down his chest that extend into his pants. He looks back up to see all of the valkyries and Azriel looking at him.

He thinks quickly, “I fell coming up here.”

They’ll buy that, right?

“This one has teeth marks,” Azriel says, pointing to one close to his belly button. He swats his brothers hand away, “besides you have no marks anywhere else, unless you want to drop your pants to prove they don’t go further down.”

Cassian was going to murder his brother in front of these priestesses, he just knew it.

Fuck, he thinks, Azriel never lets any information go. If he suspects anything serious, he’ll follow Cassian around for months, years even to figure it out.

Damn you and your beautiful mouth.

“Fine, I saw someone last night, happy?”

Azriel keeps his stare on Cassian’s face, “then they would have healed by now, or at least be more healed. These are fresh bruises, probably an hour or two old.”

“Okay, fine, I stayed with someone last night and we had sex again this morning. Now, let’s get back to work.”

Azriel let it go, but Cassian could see in his eyes all the lingering questions he has.

-

Cassian returns to his room in desperate need of a shower, only to find you still in bed asleep. He sits on the bed next to you, and kisses you nice and slow, waking you.

“Mm, morning Cass,” you drawl sleepily.

“Ah, good morning my little vixen. While you were sleeping here all nice and peacefully, I was getting grilled by my nosy brother for the beautiful trail of hickeys you left down my chest.”

You freeze, not realizing you were going to leave a mark on him. “I’m sorry Cass, really I am. But maybe this is an opportunity to tell them about us?”

He huffs, “we’ve talked about this, no. I’m not ready to tell them.” He gets up off the bed, heading towards the bathroom.

“Oh so it’s just ‘no’ and that’s it? I don’t get a say?” You reply, sitting up straighter in the bed.

“Not when it comes to my brothers you don’t.” He starts angrily looking around the room for fresh clothes.

“Your brothers? They’re also my friends? Anyway so what? We’ll never tell them?”

“We’ll tell them. Eventually.”

“Eventually? Cassian it’s been a year. What are you waiting for?”

“To feel ready,” he replies, wanting this argument to be over.

“What if you never feel ready to tell them?”

“Then they won’t know.”

“Cassian I’m starting to think the reason you won’t tell them is because you’re ashamed of me.”

Cassian doesn’t respond, standing stock still in the doorway to the bathroom, seemling confirming your deepest fear. This secret relationship was fun, yes, but you were always afraid he was either ashamed of you or that he didn’t see a future worth telling his brothers about.

“Well then, I guess there’s nothing for Azriel to find out then. If you’re so ashamed of me, you’ll be glad to be rid of me.” You reply curtly, storming out of his room, not letting him get another word in.

-

You’d been avoiding Cassian for three days since your fight. He hated what he said and what he didn’t say as soon as you had left, but he wanted to give you space to cool off so you could talk like reasonable adults. Except you’ve decided to not be a reasonable adult by avoiding him at all costs.

If it didn’t piss him off so much he’d be incredibly impressed. His family has still seen you, you haven’t completely dropped off the face of the planet. But you haven’t been in the same room as Cassian since your fight. He’s hardly caught your scent, but he knows you’re around.

“What’s wrong Cassian?” Rhys asks, Cassian’s distress the past few days impossible for him to hide or cover up.

Cassian sighs, rubbing his hand over his face. “I think (y/n)’s avoiding me, I haven’t seen her in days.”

Rhys has a ghost of a smirk cross his face before it turns into concern. “And why do you think she’s avoiding you?”

“We got into a fight and I said some things I shouldn’t have and I haven’t seen her since.”

“And when was the fight?” Rhys asks.

“Three days ago,” Cassian responds.

“So the same day we teased you over your hickeys at training.”

Despite having known Azriel for hundreds of years, he has always been able to sneak up on Cassian.

Cassian turns to the shadowsinger, grinding his teeth, “it might have been the same day.”

“Curious,” Azriel says, not even looking at Cassian. Cassian knows Azriel’s figured it out, he has the look on his face he gets during interrogations when he’s waiting for his prey to tell him what he’s already figured out.

The three of them stand in silence while Cassian weighs his options.

“Okay fine, we’ve been together for a year now and she was tired of hiding it and wanted us to be public about our relationship but I kept telling her I wasn’t ready. The hickeys were an accident, but I blew up on her over it and she might have insinuated I was hiding our relationship because I was ashamed of her. I didn’t deny it and she ran out before I could say anything.”

Cassian puts his head in his hands, trying to bury the shame he feels for how he handled things.

“A whole year?” Rhys asks.

“Yeah, things started happening around solstice last year.”

“I didn’t realize you guys had been sneaking around that long,” Azriel states.

Cassian snaps his head up at his brother, “you knew?”

“Of course we knew,” Rhys responds, “she hasn’t slept in her room in months. The maids complained to me that she doesn’t have to make her bed every morning. And I know she hates no task more than making a bed.

So I figured she was seeing someone and sneaking back in. I had Azriel figure it out. His shadows caught you two taking a bath together.”

“Well,” Cassian sighs, “there are much worse things they could have caught us doing.”

Cassian’s laugh dies as Azriel turns to him and asks, “Are you ashamed of her?”

The look on Azriel’s face reminds Cassian that while Azriel was his brother, he was also incredibly fond of you. Both his brothers were, they both loved you dearly, but Azriel especially.

“No, I’m not. I’m an idiot because as soon as she said it I couldn’t believe it! Me? Ashamed of her? She’s the best thing in my life, how could I be ashamed of her?”

Azriel backs down a little, his temper satiated by Cassian’s admission. “Then why keep it hidden?”

“Because if I told you two, it would become real. And I could fuck it up if it’s real. If it’s hidden, it’s our secret. It’s fun. But telling all of you makes it real. And when it’s real, the stakes are higher.

“I’ve had my heart broken before, I’ve survived it. But I couldn’t survive if we became real and it ended.”

Cassian’s silence hung in the air until he felt Rhys’s arms pull him into a hug.

“But what if it doesn’t end, brother?” Rhys loosens his hold on Cassian as Azriel chimes in.

“Whether or not you tell us, it was clearly real. And you really hurt her. Fix it,” he says, before walking out of the room.

Cassian and Rhys watch him walk out, confusion coating Cassian’s face.

“Ah, he’ll come around. He’s just upset he didn’t figure it out without my prodding. And the fact he views her like a little sister.

“No doubt he’ll kick your ass in training tomorrow, especially if you don’t fix things.”

-

That night, after you skipped family dinner, Cassian decided to go straight to your room. You answered the door, wearing one of his shirts, clearly upset.

“Hi,” you squeak, knowing he’d come around eventually to come talk to you, maybe even take his shirts you had stolen back.

“Can I come in?” He asks, a look of sadness on his face. You open the door, allowing him entry and he closes it softly behind him.

“I’m sorry,” he tells you, having to get the words he had rehearsed out as quickly as possible, afraid you’d shut him out again. “I’m not ashamed of you. I was terrified if I told anyone it meant this would become real and I could mess it up, but I messed it up anyway.”

You open your mouth to respond, but Cassian cuts you off. “I love you, and Rhys and Azriel know, which means Feyre probably knows, which means everyone likely knows. I don’t care who knows anymore if it means I can have you. If you’ll have me back.”

The past few days of ignoring Cassian were torture. You were in love with him, but he was also your best friend. Being mad at him felt awful, but feeling like he was ashamed of you was worse.

His confession makes you soften, reaching your hand out to his. “So you’re not ashamed of me?”

He clasps your hand in his, rubbing his thumb across the back of it. “Absolutely not. I didn’t respond because it took me off guard,” he looks into your eyes, reaching up to cup your face, “I could never be ashamed of you. I’m sorry you thought I was. I just couldn’t believe you would think that.

“I’ll shout from every rooftop in Velaris that I’m in love with you if you’ll have me.”

His gaze was piercing, an intensity you’ve hardly seen from him. You smile at him, reaching to touch his cheek, “can I pick the first rooftop?”

Cassian snorts, “what do you say? Will you let me grovel for you to take me back?”

You smile, pressing against him, “I’ll allow it.”

[libraryofgage]

The Prince and the Metalhead (3)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three | Four | Five Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two | Three Harley Quinn One | Two 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedidiah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One Queen Clarisse Renaldi One | Two | Three (you're here!)

I am once again posting the modern royalty au hfjsdk

The next one is gonna have the beginnings of Steddie, but take some happy Steve fluff for now lol

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't :^)

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Steve wakes up on the morning of his twelfth birthday to Dart burrowing between his cheek and the pillow, drenching both in excited slobber. He wrinkles his nose, rolling over and wiping slobber off with a corner of his sheets. When Dart begins to burrow under his neck, he accepts that he's not going back to sleep, and sits up.

He picks Dart up, huffing slightly under her increased weight, and places her in his lap. She wiggles around, nearly vibrating off of him. "Good morning," Steve says, scratching behind her ear and earning a bark in return. He takes it as her wishing him a happy birthday and nods. "Thanks, Dart."

With a deep breath, he throws off the covers and slides out of bed. He opens the door of his room to find Clarisse already there, her hand raised as thought ready to knock. She blinks, holding Steve's gaze for a few seconds before lowering her hand and clearing her throat. "Good morning, Steve."

"Good morning, Grandmother."

She smiles at him, her shoulders relaxing some. "Happy birthday."

"You...know it's my birthday?"

"Of course," she says, nodding once as she gestures inside the room. Steve steps out of the way, allowing Clarisse into the room. A man in a suit follows after her, placing a long box on the desk and bowing to them both before quickly leaving. "Your twelfth birthday marks a very important milestone for Genovian royalty."

Steve blinks, quietly shutting the door as Clarisse sits at the desk the box has been placed on. "How so?" Steve asks, sitting on the bed and pulling his legs under him. Dart jumps up after him, rolling around in the sheets by his knee.

"Well, to be perfectly honest, the tenth birthday is the important one," Clarisse admits, "That marks your capability of taking on increased responsibilities as royalty. However, you weren't here then. So, the twelfth will be important, instead."

That only sort of answers his question, but Steve nods anyway, deciding he doesn't want to risk annoying Clarisse.

"Genovian princes begin learning swordsmanship after their tenth birthday. It's not a requirement anymore, of course, but I wanted to offer you the opportunity," Clarisse explains, picking up the box as she stands and sitting on the other side of Steve. "Consider this a birthday gift from me as Queen of Genovia."

"What does that mean?" Steve asks, carefully taking the box.

"It means you're still getting a gift from me as your grandmother."

Steve nods once, trying to process this as he looks back down at the box. "Can I open it?"

"Of course."

Carefully, he pulls the lid off the box. He was expecting the sword inside, but he's still surprised by the sight of it. The blade gleams in the light, and the hilt is encrusted with a line of colorful jewels. When he looks closer, he realizes the hilt is also engraved with names, and Steve soon finds his own among them. "What are the names for?" he asks.

"Every owner of this sword has their name engraved on the hilt," Clarisse says, smiling gently. "This sword is yours, Steve. It will always be yours, and your name there is proof of that."

"Oh," Steve breathes, slowly wrapping his hand around the hilt and lifting the sword from the box. He keeps the blade aimed away from himself, Dart, and Clarisse, unwilling to risk harming them. "Will I be fighting anyone?" he asks.

"No, no, of course not," Clarisse says, waving away the concern. "Swordsmanship is a way to keep active and connect to Genovian culture. It is also a rather handy skill to show off for visiting dignitaries."

Steve smiles slightly, lifting the sword some and noting that it's heavier than is comfortable. It'll be easier to carry and swing as he gets stronger, though. "Thank you, Grandmother," he says, his voice soft as he carefully places the sword back in the box.

"I do hope you'll wear it to your birthday party next week."

Steve blinks, looking up at Clarisse with a confused frown. "Birthday party?" he asks. He doesn't like parties; he especially doesn't like parties where he's supposed to be the center of them. All that happens is shoes that pinch his feet, subtle but sharp glares from his parents when he doesn't behave exactly as they want, and his stomach growling because he's not allowed to eat anything to avoid getting his clothes messy.

"Yes," Clarisse says, smiling warmly at Steve. "I intend to officially introduce you as Crown Prince of Genovia at your birthday. Of course, you'll be free to play with the other children once I have."

"Do...do I have to have a birthday party?" Steve asks, avoiding Clarisse's eyes so he doesn't have to see the anger or disappointment that follows his question.

A gentle hand rests on his shoulder, the palm warm and reassuring. "No, you don't," Clarisse says, "I want you to be comfortable, Steve. If you would be more comfortable not having a party, then we simply won't have one."

"You wouldn't get in trouble?"

"With who? I am the queen, you know. There are very few people who can scold me, and even fewer I would take seriously."

Steve nods, looking back down at the sword in its box. He doesn't want to disappoint Clarisse, and this party sounds like it's important. Maybe he can just grin and bear it like he usually does. Getting to play with Robin and Jonathan after being introduced will make that easier. Yeah. He can handle it for a few minutes, especially if it will make Clarisse smile.

"It's okay," Steve says, glancing up at his grandmother. "We should have the party."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

Clarisse smiles, her expression soft and warm, and Steve feels grounded and happy with his decision. "Okay, then. Just tell me if you change your mind, Steve. I won't be angry."

"I know, Grandmother."

"Now," Clarisse says, clapping her hands together as she easily changes the subject, "Let's move along. You've got a birthday breakfast waiting for you."

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"Ugh, all the girls keep staring at you," Robin says, her nose crinkled with annoyance when Steve glances at her. Her arms are crossed, her hip jutting out slightly so the hilt of her sword gently bumps against the hilt of Steve's. "Don't they know you're a dingus?"

"They're enamored by his hair," Jonathan says, his words quickly followed by a flash as he takes a photo. Steve looks at him now, watching as he lowers the camera. "It defies gravity."

"Is that all I am? A dingus with good hair?" Steve asks, unable to help an amused smile tugging at his lips.

"Well, you're not bad with a sword, either," Robin admits, nudging him with her elbow.

"Your Mandarin is passable, I guess," Jonathan adds.

"My Mandarin is flawless, thanks," Steve says, rolling his eyes as he looks back out at the crowd. Guests in formal dress are mingling around the ballroom and completely ignoring Steve, Robin, and Jonathan. The only exception is one group of young women across the way that keep glancing at the trio before furtively whispering to each other.

Compared to some of his past birthday parties, his seventeenth is relatively tame. It doesn't have the bounce-house maze of his thirteenth (Robin's idea) or the full-fledged film studio complete with hair, makeup, and a director for guests to pretend they're movie stars of his fourteenth (Erica's idea) or the literal forest of photo shoot locations of his fifteenth (Jonathan's idea) or the battle bot creation station and ring of his sixteenth (Dustin's idea).

This year, he just requested a normal ball. No gimmicks. No special events or entertainers. It had resulted in whining and complaining from Robin, Dustin, and Erica, but Steve figured they'd calm down after stuffing themselves with cake.

As he's smiling politely at a girl whose eyes he happened to meet, the opening notes of a Genovian Waltz flow through the ballroom. Steve glances to his grandmother, watching as she takes Joe's hand to be led onto the dance floor. He then looks at Robin, offering a hand to her and grinning when she scowls at it. "Only if I get to lead this time," she says.

"Sure," Steve says, turning his hand over to place it in Robin's. He waves at Jonathan as she walks him onto the dance floor, turns around, and places a hand on his waist. As she leads him through the first steps of the waltz, Steve glances at the crowd around them before quietly saying, "I need to tell you something."

"Oh, are you finally sharing what you and Her Majesty have been having your little meetings about?"

Steve rolls his eyes, smiling a bit as he squeezes Robin's hand. "You're the first person I'm telling, if that helps."

She sniffs, glancing away and apparently meeting a cute girl's gaze since she winks before looking at Steve again. "Barely," she says, guiding Steve to duck under her arm in a spin. "Go ahead, though."

"Grandmother has given me permission to attend school in America for my senior year."

Robin blinks, nearly tripping over her own feet. Luckily, Steve catches her, briefly taking the lead so the mistake isn't noticed until she's stable again. "Seriously?" she asks, lowering her voice a little more. "So, what, California? New York? Please say we're going somewhere with a beach."

Steve's smile becomes apologetic as he says, "No, actually...Hawkins. I wanted to attend school in Hawkins."

The only thing that keeps him from faltering when Robin purposefully steps on his foot as hard as she can is all the practice he has from her accidentally stepping on his foot as hard as she can. He sighs as she glares at him and hisses, "Are you stupid? Seriously?! This is dumber than the time you kissed Jonathan."

"Rude. It's not dumber than the time you and I tried kissing?"

"No, because at least you being attracted to how awesome I am made sense."

"I suddenly feel sorry for Jonathan."

Robin rolls her eyes and pinches Steve's waist. "Seriously, why are you going back to Hawkins? That place sucks. You hate it."

"No, I hate my parents. I don't hate Hawkins. I just...want to see if it's changed, I guess. I want to see what the town is like now that I'm, you know, happy," Steve explains, watching Robin closely for her reaction. When she doesn't agree after a few seconds, he sighs and adds, "You don't have to come, Robin."

"Of course, I'm coming, Dingus. You can't get rid of me that easily. Besides, I'm your personal guard. I literally get paid to personally guard you."

"Good," Steve says, "It wouldn't be fun without you. Everyone else is coming, too. Well, except for Grandmother, but she promised to visit when she could."

"Wait, does this mean I have to go to school, too? Like, seriously?"

"Yeah. And Jonathan. And the kids. We have to at least try to blend in," Steve says, grinning at the devastated expression of Robin's face. If he'd gone to a private school, she probably could've gotten away with just being his personal guard, but a public school means actually blending in.

"The things I do for you," she mutters as the song comes to an end. She and Steve take a step back from each other and bow as the guests politely clap around them.

Before Steve can say anything, a warm hand rests on his shoulder. He looks over to see Clarisse, smiles brightly, and offers his hand to her. "Can I have your next dance, Grandmother?" he asks.

A now-familiar happiness settles in his stomach when she agrees, placing her hand in his. Steve basks in it, absolutely certain he'll have no problems in Hawkins so long as he remembers this feeling.

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let the light in (sv5)

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ABU DHABI

The following morning, Sebastian had woken up to Sofia on his bed while he was on the sofa in the most uncomfortable position ever. He was pretty sure his body would ache for the rest of the day. Sofia was perfectly fine, apart from a small headache from last night’s previous events. She sat in Sebastian’s bed watching reruns of the Golden Girls.

“Morning, champ. I thought you weren’t going to wake up until the afternoon.” Sofia chuckled.

“You thought wrong. I’m actually going to be productive . . as soon as my bones stop aching.”

“Let’s go get breakfast, my treat.” Sofia said as she stood up, letting the sheets fall to the ground. She had slept in one of his shirts and her favorite pair of silk pajama shorts, something Sebastian liked. “I’ll meet you in the lobby.” She said to him before leaving his room.

On her way out, she had bumped into into Mark and Fernando, who were also on their way to get breakfast. “Hey.” The woman greeted them casually as she walked back to her room.

“Hi?” Mark gave a tiny wave then looked at the room she had just come out of.

“Are they . . . you know?” Fernando questioned Mark.

The Aussie shrugged. “I don’t know. . .” They stayed silent for a few seconds then heard the hotel room door open once again. Sebastian, with his hair all messy, walked outside. “Hey mate, what’s going on?” Hoping they would get an answer out of him.

“Not much.”

Fernando wasn’t taking that for an answer. “Are you and Sofia seeing each other?”

“Oh god.” Mark mumbled clearly embarrassed.

“Me and Sofia? Why? Who’s asking?” Sebastian was fully awake now.

“Me.” Fernando replied. “I did hear one guy from MotoGP was thinking of asking her out. I can’t remember his name though.”

Suddenly Sebastian felt like his world came crashing down. Someone else had a crush on Sofia? No, that couldn’t be true.

“MotoGP? So . . . We should find out who because those MotoGP guys are not good enough for Sofia.” Sebastian confidently said. “They’ll break her heart and probably leave her crying.”

“Oh! I remember his name!” Fernando said. “Casey Stoner!”

“Another Aussie?” Sebastian rolled his eyes playfully.

“Funny.” Replied Mark, followed by a deep sigh. “Just don’t do anything stupid. Knowing you, you’re going to do it anyway, but just remember that I warned you.”

“You’re such a dad or maybe like an older brother. Are you an older brother? You give me dad vibes though.” Fernando told Mark as the pair walked away to the elevator.

Sebastian brushed it off and thought about his choices. He could either tell Sofia about his true feelings and possibly get rejected or say nothing and watch the love of his life be with someone else. . . Why did life have to be so confusing?

“Shit.” He mumbled to himself. “Fuck!” He said rather loudly which caused Mark and Fernando to give him some confused looks.

“What’s wrong with him? He’s the world champion, he’s got nothing to worry about.” Fernando said as the elevator doors opened.

‘If only you knew’ Mark thought to himself.

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Sofia was talking to Jenson when Sebastian spotted her in the lobby. She had some denim shorts and a simple white shirt that fit a little big on her. She said goodbye to Jenson since he was leaving for his flight. It was all fine until she turned around to face Sebastian. On her shirt was a Casey Stoner graphic. Sebastian could feel his world come crashing down. Yeah it was just a shirt, but it felt like a thousand knives stabbing his heart. Dramatic? Yeah, but this was Sebastian we’re talking about.

“Nice shirt.” He looked at her outfit.

“Thanks! I got it a few months ago, well I didn’t buy it. Casey gave it to me when some friends and I went to a MotoGP race. We should go to a race together, come on, it’ll be fun.” Sofia encouraged.

“Casey? You two are on first name basis now?” He wondered.

“Well that’s his name?”

“Yeah, but . . . Never mind.”

All Sofia said was a simple “okay?”

Instead of being the usual talkative person, Sebastian stayed rather quiet during their entire breakfast. He would occasionally make a little conversation, but he didn’t make an effort, which didn’t go unnoticed by Sofia.

“Alright, what’s wrong with you?” She had enough of the quietness that Sebastian was giving. “You’re acting weird and honestly, Seb, you’re upsetting me in front of my waffles.”

“It’s only weird if you make it weird.” He replied.

“Now you’re being an asshole. What’s wrong? Are we not friends?”

Friends. That hurt.

“Yes, but nothing is wrong.”

It was clear that he had made the wrong choice, one that he would regret for so many years.

[fakeusernamelol]

Sorry I'm obsessed with bad ending teen dad stancest--

When Ford leaves home for college he takes Stan with him, Stan thinks it's fine, it's not their boat but it's basically what he used to wants, they're out of jersey and they're okay. Fiddleford asks him what he wants out of life sometimes but that question's made him sick since he was twelve and realized he wasn't smart enough to be much more than a housewife for whatever man he ended up with. Instead he tells Fiddleford he's gonna be a pirate, because it makes him laugh. Then Ford wants to go to Gravity Falls, and Stan's back to being alone with him. By the time they're 27 he's stopped trying to keep his hair short, he makes for a piss poor Ma as far as hes concerned but the twins aren't old enough to get that yet. Bill gets mad at Ford so Ford gets mad at Stan, and Stan sleeps on the floor next to the kids' beds because Ford's better than their father, he won't lay a hand on him in front of the kids, and Stan uses it because hes a conniving coward with a distant look in his eyes that their own Ma used to have.

But then the portal, it drives Fiddleford insane, Fiddleford tells him Ford is dangerous, that he's going to kill them. And Stan didn't believe it until he spent a night barricading a door covered in height marks and crayon while Bill tried to claw his way in and then the next morning when he caught Ford crying in front of the TV, Ford punched him full in the face in front of the twins.

So it was so easy, hitting Ford back for once, shoving him just a little too far and letting the portal take him away, leave Stan with the house and the kids and a new name to inherit and the freedom to cut his hair and get himself the glasses he needed and call himself Stan instead of what Ford called him.

SORRY IF I RAMBLED TOO MUCH IM EATING YOUR DRYWALL I NEED MORE AU--

would that be a win-lost or a win-win?

PLEASE PLEASE DON'T APOLOGISE WHEN YOU ARE GIVING ME EXACTLY WHAT I WANT, I LOVE YOU AND OF COURSE I'M GIVING YOU MORE DEAR ANON you and me are now friends and i don't take no for answer ��🤭💖💖💖 Also what a good name for this au, im using it now 😘

(tw: Transphobia, Misogyny, Abuse, a lot of implied noncon yadda yadda you already know where's this going 🤷)

Stanley needed something to hold on to try to survive this new life, it's not exactly what he always dreamed but it's not bad, he has ford and that's all he has always needed, isn't it? He can get used to, come on he has always been seen this way he can get through it.

But when he met Fiddleford those thoughts were becoming harder to support again, a new person, new air and new perspective. Sure he wasn't going to tell him all those crazy thoughts he had because that would make ford mad but he can express a little of it, fidds wouldn't ever know that those jokes were actually his dreams but at least he can say them and think a bit of them every once and then to distract a bit from the real life. Maybe... Who knows,maybe one day Ford wouldn't be this harsh with him and he and their kids could still sail the world once he's done with college! Joke's on him, of course they were going to do what ford had in mind and he can't say anything, after all if he's not in the streets is thanks to him so,heh, could be worse. going to miss fidds anyway...

But well, not time for thinking about himself, they are already grown adults and since he's not getting a job the least he can do is be a good as possible mom for their already 10-year-old twins. Ever since they've been in Gravity Falls, Stan can swear that he's seen all kinds of strange creatures but Ford seems delighted with it and only times he doesn't talk to him in a rude tone is when he says something about them so, it's not that scarier as it was the first times. He doesn't quite understand what Ford is actually doing with that information, but after that he goes to the basement and warns him and the kids to stay away from this as possible, and he's going to obey for his own sake.

...At least as much as he can because things are becoming even weirder, he has seen Ford obsess over an investigation before, but this time he seemed to be going genuinely crazy, not all bad tho, at least fidds was back again and having a new face in the place was genuinely a good thing for him, sure he was here for working but anyway stan would try to sneak up on them like bringing them something to drink after a long day of work in the basement, Ford wasn't so harsh when Fiddleford was around so he wasn't so scared to do that and share a few words with a good friend not knowing that ford would make him pay for that later.

« what did I tell you about going down the basement, [ ] ? You have your things upstairs with the kids. »

It was fine, he deserved it. He has never said anything about Ford's abuse, because ever his teenhood he knows he deserves it, He only knows how to screw things. Maybe if he hadn't broken that stupid machine ford would change his mind but he had to fuck it. Yes, he sometimes still daydreams about a world where ford could accept him, a world where ford would hug him often and not hurt him again and maybe, a world where he calls him stanley for once... but time has passed and his hope has faded away, Now he just wishes that thoughts to leave his mind once for all.

Suddenly things get worse. «they could?» it seems to be.

Ok, sleeping in the kids room wasn't so bad, sure the floor was cold and he only had a blanket in order to not die of hypothermia but at least he had his kids near him and that was fine, ford wouldn't try to make something to him with them near. Now, seeing the eyes of that friend he always thought of like a kind of safe place full of fear and warning him of such an unthinkable danger for him what's indeed something he would never forget and fuck shouldn't do it. He thinks he knew what Ford was capable to do, sure he's angry with him ever since and his touch is not the gentlest, but stan didn't think he would go so far as to endanger himself, much less his children... Seems like everything he thinks is really just bullshit, he says to himself while using his body to lock the door of the kids room while hearing those strange creepy laughs and scratches from behind the door.

Ok so things are going to be dangerous now, but the next morning when he sees ford crying with his hands in his face and his legs on the floor he gets second thoughts, something was wrong with ford, he don't get what but maybe he could...

So you know, Stan has endured a lot of things ford has done: the words, the insults, the abuse, the punches, the constant contempt and more but punching him in front of their kids was enough.

For the first time ever since that night in the bathroom floor stan had enough of ford and didn't even think twice before giving him the punch he has always deserved it. Not punch, punches.

HE was angry, HE was tired, and not even the cries of his little children in the background had made him stop while Ford tried, like the coward he really was, to flee from him when he saw that this time his blows were not saving him.

Funny, stan thought, « I always protected ya' from Crampelter and his herd, no matter what. Ya' we're afraid of givin' them a good punch but what about me, sixer? Are ya' scared of me now? »

Stanley was stupid, but he was stronger, even if ford has always despised him for being born as a woman, HE was stronger than him and for once he wasn't scared of his rejection.

But.. sure he didn't expect what happened next. He has never seen what he and fidds were doing in the basement and now, he knew it even less.

He was angry but fuck he didn't mean that! Why does everything have to be so complicated towards Ford? Fuck!

...On the bright side, those 30 years will serve Stanley well to realize everything that his brother held him back from for years, guess who's the one being welcomed with a punch in the face here. 😗

So, you can say the bad ending au got a good ending? Lol 🙆

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hidden pt.1

idol!mark x idol!reader 18+

you just debuted in a girl group under sm entertainment you were a trainee for 2 years but during those 2 years you only saw mark your biggest role model 3 times from a distance but now that you’ve debuted you hope to meet him face to face once you do you become a lot more closer than you thought you would have and find some things out about him

you were getting your makeup done before your shoot this was your first interview with your group were all pretty nervous but also excited at the same time

“who is your biggest inspiration” the interviewer asked the group and you grabbed your mic and answered first “my biggest inspiration is mark lee from nct”

after the interview was uploaded your fans went crazy

you were kind of scared mark would see it and find you annoying or maybe this would make him avoid you… your mind was just filled with negative thoughts that were most likely not true

you were in the practice room alone because you thought you should have extra practice to improve your skills. you then heard the door open you turned back and see taeyong coming in

“hello!” you said bowing “do you need the room? i can go it’s fine!” you quickly said before he could even say anything

“no no! it’s fine don’t worry i actually came in here to talk to you” he said making you kinda worried what he would say

“what did you wanna talk about” “well i wanted to talk to your entire group and kind of give advice to make things a little easier for you all so how about tomorrow when you’re all together just come in the practice room we are in”

you were relieved it wasn’t anything bad and started to smile knowing he wanted to help you all “ok thank you so much” you say bowing again “ok well you can keep on practicing i’ll leave you to it” he left the room and you sat down for a bit to think

“wait… he said we… as in his whole group?.. am i finally going to see mark.. i better make sure to look extra good tomorrow..”

you woke up extra early you did your normal morning routine but made sure your took extra time for each thing you did even wore a little more makeup than usual

you made sure to tell the rest do the girls what taeyong told you the night before so you were all kind of nervous

you held the door for everyone to walk in so you were the last one in and once you came in you saw all the nct 127 members but you couldn’t look at their faces and looked at the floor

“hello!” you all said bowing to them all as they bowed back saying hello “let’s sit in the middle of the floor” taeyong said to everyone

you went and sat down next to one of your members and felt someone else sit next to you you were thinking if you should look to see who it was or not “hi” he said you immediately knew it was mark by his voice you looked up at him bowed while sitting “hello!” he smiled at you and you smiled back while you were dying on the inside

“anyways i hope this was helpful to you all” taeyong said while getting up and all the members started getting up getting ready to keep practicing “let me give you all my number if you ever need help with anything or have any questions you can text me them” taeyong said giving all the members his numbers “same here if taeyongs ever unable to answer or help you can contact me” mark said

you couldn’t believe mark was giving you his number.. well not just you but whatever you still had his number

you were in ur room getting ready to sleep soon in your pjs with a face mask on thinking if you should text mark or not.. i mean it’s important he knows who he’s texting if you ever have something important to tell him in the future..

“ok he probably won’t respond well at least not right now let me just go to bed” you heard your phone ding you immediately reached for your phone

your jaw dropped you couldn’t believe it he saw that you mentioned him and he was thankful.. you started jumping all happy smiling wide then remembering you have to text him back

you put your phone to charge and went to sleep very happy that night

it’s been a few weeks that mark has given you his number and you’ve been texting him everyday he’s been super sweet to you and you’ve been extremely happy about it

you were wondering what it could be.. you rushed into the recording him

“hey” he said as you were closing the door into the recording room “hi! what’s did you need to give me?” “here” he said giving you a stuffed animal “what’s this for?” you said with a confused expression on your face “it’s a late congratulations gift for debuting as your new friend i thought i should get you something” he said smiling “really? thank you so much mark i’ll cherish this forever thank you” mark smiled more and opened his arms suggesting a hug and so you did

mark didn’t let go for a bit but you weren’t complaining but after the hug he asked “what are you doing after leaving here” “nothing honestly just gonna stay at the dorms how come?” you asked him “no reason just wanted to know anyways get home safe see you tomorrow” “bye mark!” you smiled and waved bye to him

you put the stuffed animal next to your tv for now and went to take a shower

you got out the bathroom and put some lotion on then changed into your pjs and heard a ding come from your phone

you did exactly what mark asked of you to do and came early “hey y/n take a seat” he patted the spot next to him on a couch in the recording room

you went and sat next to him “what’s up?” “well i just wanted to catch up with your life and see how everything is”

the entire time of you updating him he was kinda listening and just starring at you then he slowly moved his arm to wrap around you and he moved closer to you

“mark?” you say noticing how he isn’t listening “y/n i like you” mark said leaving you shocked not knowing what to say or do “wait what?” you finally responded back after some silence “y/n i really really like you seriously like the first time i saw you while you were a trainee i’ve liked you and so when i saw you mentioned me i just thought maybe you would feel the same and after talking to you for awhile my feelings for you have just gotten stronger”

you smiled really happy obviously you liked him and he even noticed you when you thought he didn’t “let’s date?” you asked sacred of what he would say “ok girlfriend” he said while he went in to hug you

it’s been 2 weeks of you dating everything has gone well it seems like he knows exactly when you’re upset, angry, sad and even hungry this has to be a sign that he’s meant for you because he understands you so well

mark started to call you “hey what’s up?” “johnnys throwing a party wanna be my date” mark asked you making you smile cuz he asked you to be his date “yes obviously when is it?” “it’s in 3 hours i’ll pick you up ok” “ok see you later”

3 hours later you were ready you didn’t wanna dress up too crazy just something simple and cute but whatever you wore mark loved it “so pretty let’s take pics before we go”

obviously you guys posted on your secret accounts or else the fans would go crazy the thing about your account is he made you match usernames with him you found that so cute

at the party you saw many idols you were way to scared to talk to any of them you were new to the industry so you haven’t had time to make any idol friends because of this you just plan on staying by marks side the whole time but unlike you he knows a lot of people while you were not talking holding onto his harm he was talking to so many people and at some point you lost him you tried looking for him but you couldn’t seem to find him you decided to just take a seat and wait it out

after like 5 minutes of sitting and waiting you see mark as soon as you’re about to head to him you see some girl go up to him with a very happy face and then she hugs him but it’s not a normal hug she hugged him for awhile after she stopped she was holding onto his arms while getting closer to his ear to talk this really got you upset so you just went outside to get some fresh air thinking about what just happened and what you should do

as soon as you sat down you felt like crying and you weren’t in the mood to party no more plus you did have to be at the company early tomorrow to practice so you had an excuse to leave you tried to call mark but he didn’t answer so you just left him a voicemail “hey mark i have practice super early tomorrow so i’ve decided to go home early enjoy the party”

after getting home and getting ready for bed you finally just sat and started crying what you saw earlier just couldn’t leave your mind you decided to call your best friend ashley maybe she will know how to deal with this

“y/n hi baby what’s up?” “um ashley i know it’s late but can you talk to me right now?” “have you been crying? yea of course talk to me what happened?”

after explaining everything ashley told you to meet her up at a cafe to talk about it in person and honestly you were kinda glad she wanted to meet up you really needed someone right now and she was the perfect person

once you got to the coffee shop you immediately found ashley shitting at a table in the corner with two coffees she didn’t waste any time as soon as you sat down she began talking about the situation

“y/n listen i’m going to just say exactly how i feel about this and after that you can decide what you wanna do and whatever you do you know i’ll support you because at the end of the day you know what’s best for you got it” you nodded “i just wanted to start off by saying everything that you’re feeling right now is valid and you shouldn’t feel bad for feeling what you’re feeling and honestly if i were in your situation i’m pretty sure i’d be feeling the same way i think the best thing to do is talk to him about it and see what he says maybe take a day to relax and reflect and then talk to him try to handle everything maturely”

“thank you” you told your friend and hugged her and you were going to listen to her advice and take tomorrow to try and relax and reflect then text him to talk about it

you got home and as you were approaching your door and you saw mark waiting for you “what are you doing here mark?” you asked with a confused expression on your face “did you seriously have to tell your friend so much nonsense without even talking to me first i would’ve explained everything to you why did you leave me and go to your friend what did she even tell you? i bet she told you to break up with me didn’t she” you were so confused then you realized “how do you even know i told her anything…” after saying that you see him clearly trying to think of something “because your story you clearly went to hang out with her to vent” “i never told you about me being upset though so how did you know mark..” you were so confused and a bit scared “let’s just talk tomorrow” he left before you could say anything

you decided to take a shower to try to clear your mind a bit and think how would he know this stuff… maybe you’re not ready for a relationship if this is how it’s gonna be or maybe you just need a small break from the relationship

the next morning you woke having a feeling today wasn’t gonna be such a good day you got up to go brush your teeth and as soon as you were done there was a knock on the door you went to go answer it and it was mark “have you took a shower yet?” “i was about to why?” “take the shower get dressed and let’s go out so we can talk” you went in the bathroom and turned the shower on before you took your clothes off you realized you left the towel in your room you went to go get it and you see mark messing with the teddy bear he gave you “what are you doing?” you ask making him jump “nothing i’m just looking at it making sure you take good care of it” mark said looking nervous “um ok” is all you said before grabbing your towel and going back in the bathroom

he took you to a cafe for coffee and breakfast “ok so let me explain everything i honestly just jumped to conclusions i’m not sure what you guys talked about my mind just thinks of the worst things and i’m sorry for that i just assumed all of it because i expected you to be home but i saw your story and freaked out” he said honestly not making complete sense to you but you weren’t in the mood to argue “mark i don’t think this is gonna work out if that’s a regular thing for you to do because this had only happened once i’ll forgive you but just please don’t let it happen again” “i promise” he said sticking his pinky out to pinky promise with you

after that you guys just kinda went back to normal y/n and mark having silly convos but as you were both about to finish your coffee and breakfast you noticed someone secretly recording you both you completely forgot mark is a celebrity and you’re both secretly dating the person recording you two saw that you noticed and ran away you started freaking out and mark tried to calm you down “it’s ok relax let’s just go tell out managers and i’m sure they’ll think of a way to solve this all ok” he said making you feel better

mark called a taxi to take you both at the sm building so you guys could figure out what to do asap

part 2

a/n: lmk if u like this or not idk how to feel ab it😭 also some of this was suggestive but there’s gonna be actual smut later on so

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Lights, Camera, Action! Pt. 2

Lights, Camera, Action!

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Shantell)

Roman x Black Female OC! Tangela

Solo x Black Female OC! Sofia

Jimmy x Trin

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; oral, sex, fluff, defloration (Virginity) masturbation

Words: 7,666

Summary: How do you keep it together as Smackdown’s production director, and navigate your life as the girlfriend of Mr. Main Event Jey Uso.  Follow Shantell as she navigates her life as a girlfriend, sister, and confidant to the bloodline. Follow her on her journey to self-discovery of love and happiness.

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Shantell’s Hotel Room

Shantell’s POV

Beep! Beep! Beep!

“Babe your alarm is going off,” I moan as Jey kisses my neck pulling me closer. “Not yet baby, I ain’t got nowhere to be but here wit you,” he says grazing his fingertips up and down my thigh.

“Well, you’re going to have to let me go to the bathroom at some point,” I laugh as he moves his arms allowing me to get up. “Hurry yo fine ass up,” he shouts at my retreating form.

“I will!” I shouted looking at myself in the mirror, last night was terrific and memorable as I look at the hickey on my neck. Oh, he thinks he's slick, he did it on purpose trying to mark his territory.

Well, two can play that game, I mean I didn’t get to play last night. I wanted to explore a bit, and what better time than now as I hear those familiar light snores.

Alright Mr. right hand man let’s see if you can take the heat. Smiling, I used the restroom, washed up, and brushed my teeth which was a bad idea because the longer I waited the more I was losing my nerve.

Turning on my confidence, I walked back into the room and there he was lying on his back with his arm over his face. My man put in some work last night and now it’s my turn, after all, I didn’t get a chance to congratulate him properly.

 “You know I see you, right,” he says almost startling me as I walked back toward the bed. “Who says I didn’t want you to see me,” I answer smartly as he raises up on his elbows looking at me smirking, opening the covers for me to join him back in bed.  His phone beeps as he groans before leaning over to check it.

“Damn, I forgot,” he mumbles with a disappointed look on his face getting out of bed.

“What’s up babe,” I say looking at him as he sits in the chair beside the bed. Walking over towards the window, I looked outside for a second, before closing the curtains, turning towards him.

“I gotta meet Jimmy in an hour, we got an interview we gotta do this morning,” he says looking at me with a sad smile, dropping his head in thought.

“That’s good,” I say sitting down on the floor, looking at him with a warm smile. “How is that good? I could have had you in this bed, screaming my name all day, but I gotta work,” he says in disbelief at me and the situation in general.

 I shrug my shoulders “Well sometimes it happens baby, but I got a bone to pick with you anyway, a huge one before you walk out this door,” I say almost smirking at his anxious expression.

“What I did,” he says looking lost scrunching up his face at me. “Well, you wouldn’t let me properly congratulate you last night, and I have an issue with that,” I say innocently as I began crawling to him.  

His body seems to twitch, and I haven’t even touched him yet, his eyes follow me as lean forward placing a kiss on his stomach, swirling my tongue around his bare skin loving the hiss that tore from his mouth.

Jey’s POV

“Shit, don’t play wit me,” I hiss licking my lips, looking down at the sight of my girl on her knees, with her ass in the air.  Looking up at me with those sexy ass eyes, innocently licking my stomach torturously.

 “Who’s playing daddy?” she questions moving her mouth lower as my eyes never leave hers as she leans down licking around the head of my dick.

“Fuck!” I groan in anticipation waiting for her to take my dick in her mouth, “Mmm, is all this for me baby?” she asks, innocently taunting me as she’s stroking my dick, swirling her tongue around the head.

I’m intently watching her, almost forgetting to breathe. “You know it is,  It-” I groan as she cuts off my response, without warning taking my dick in her mouth, sucking on the head like a fucking lollypop.

“Mmmm,” she moans making her mouth vibrate on my dick as my hands go to her hair. I grip it gently not wanting to hurt her, I decide to help her and began to thrust my dick slowly in her mouth.  Her eyes meet mine as she opens her mouth wider taking me deeper into her mouth.

“Fuuuckk! Baby suck yo dick,” I praise as she seemed to take the lead now bobbing her mouth down on my dick at a steady pace. Her long beautiful hair is now in the way, I can’t see her face, but I damn sho can feel what that mouth doing to me right now.

Needing to see her face, I reached around grasping her hair in my hands, I needed to see her taking all this dick in her mouth. Fuck, how many times had I dreamed, hell thought about this and she ain’t disappointing.

Shantell’s POV

I feel his hands slightly gripping my hair so I looked up at him as I continued taking his dick in my mouth.  I can tell he’s holding back, not wanting to hurt me. With each bobble of my head down on his dick, it seems to be pushing it deeper into my mouth and throat.

“Make yo dick cum Shan,” he moans as I needed no more encouragement, I begin sucking him faster as I placed one hand on his chest bracing the other on his knee.  Angling my head, I finally swallowed his whole dick in my mouth.

 Relaxing my throat, tears coming to my eyes as I pull back to catch my breath before engulfing him again. His hips shot up off the chair pushing himself deeper in my mouth, making me gag a bit unexpectedly, “Yea, gag on it …. Gag on that dick...Fuck!” I faintly heard him whisper into the air as he’s sitting up now rubbing on my back, encouraging me.

Being turned on as fuck, I used my hand to slowly rake my nails down his chest, before pushing him back against the cushion, letting him know I got this.

Pulling back, I was so turned on looking at his lust-filled heavy eyes. Jey was biting his lip staring down at me like he could eat me alive as I continue to stroke him. The action was making my pussy quiver, I had to make my point loud and clear as I held his gaze. “This my dick now. You gon give me this nut, when I tell you too,” I commanded with a sexy moan.  

Hearing his groans and feeling his body tremble with anticipation was doing something to me.  “Put yo dick back in yo mouth then…. Make it nut hard as fuck," he challenged, gasping as without warning I sank my mouth back down on his dick slightly gagging again at the intrusion.

“Yessss! Gag… On ….Yo… Dick girl!” He exclaimed as I continue to move even faster, determined to blow his fucking mind. As I took my hand from his knee and began playing with my pussy. Yea, we both gon get this nut right here.

Jey’s POV

“Take yo dick baby. Take…. Yo….. Dick!” I growl in appreciation, almost in a chant-like manner as I watch her mouth swallow all my dick bobbing up and down, fast and hard.

 I can’t take much more of this as I feel my thighs tighten. I guess she feels it too as I see her playing with my pussy. Yea, that’s my pussy now, and this is her dick.

Fuck, this nut gon be good as uh mothafucka, her mouth, her moans,……  Fuck! I can’t even think straight right now.

 I hear the catch in her throat, she’s close. “Cum daddy,” she moans coming up for air, before returning to her menstruations. I see her body shiver as her orgasm takes over as her moans are causing her mouth to vibrate on my dick.

Never breaking her pace as she’s continuing to fuck my dick with her mouth.  Fuck! That’s all I needed to see, feel, and hear, I’m about to fucking bust.

“Here it comes ma,” I rasp as she sinks her mouth down on my dick one last time holding still as I feel her throat open wider as I give her all of this nut. Groaning as her mouth continues to milk me dry.

“Mmmm,” she moans slowly grazing her teeth along my dick before finally releasing me from her mouth. Looking up at me with those shy eyes I love so much.

“Nah, no need to look all shy now baby, cause you a fucking beast,” I moan leaning down, kissing her as she blushed.

Shantell’s Pov

“Congratulations baby,” I whisper against his lips as he leans back on the chair. “Now how the hell I’m supposed to leave now?” he pants wiping the sweat off his face.

“I’m sorry,” I say blushing as he shakes his head at me. “Don’t ever say that, I’m gonna be thinking about this for a long damn time,” he says laughing.

“Well now you got you some masturbation material for when I’m not around,” I joke as he smirks before kissing me “You have no idea Shan,” he says before heading to the shower.

Opening her phone, she sees she had three missed calls from Trin and a text.

“Call me when you get this text, Paul called and wanted to do lunch, will you come with me.” She had texted. “Oh shit, was Paul going to rehire her,” Shan said out loud to herself.

Birthday Plans

“I want Shan’s birthday to be special,” Jey says looking at his brothers and cousin as they nod in understanding.

“Tang and Sofia are on the way down now so we can finalize everything,” Joe says looking at his menu.

“Man, I had a long night, I could’ve stayed in bed with my wife,” Solo says shaking his head.

“Same here Uce. How bout you, lil bro?” Jimmy asks nudging Jeys’s shoulder.

“Man, it ain’t like that,” Jey says smiling at his brother as Joe looks at him smirking.

“Ah, shit son. Uce is in love,” Joe says grinning as he and Jey do their handshake.

“What y’all talking about?” Tangela says walking up giving her husband a kiss sitting down beside him.

“Oh, how Jey is in love with Shan,” Solo says pulling Sofia up a chair.” Well, what else is new?” Sofia questions smiling at Jey.

“Aye, aye, ya’ll gon help me with this, or not?” Jey asks getting antsy with the teasing.

“I told you that I got you cuz-in-law, I booked the building by the beach, I’m going to do the flowers and decorations for the party. It’s gon be lit, I promise,” Tangela says reassuring him. “Also, Trin helped her pick a dress out, we got this on lock,” Tangela says confidently.

“Solo and I are going to duck out of the party for a minute, swing by your house, and decorate the bedroom with candles and rose petals. I got to pick up the balloons earlier that morning, we got you,” Sofia says patting Jey’s hand to calm him down as he smiles graciously at her.

“Wait, you want me to help you set up a love nest for my brother,” Solo says shivering at the thought.

“You’ll live,” Sofia says giving her husband a kiss as he cracks a smile letting everyone know he was joking.

“Jey, we gonna make sure this night is memorable Uce,” Solo says dapping up his brother as they continued their final plans.

Lunch Meeting

“Girl, stop damn tapping your leg it’s making the table move, and me nervous,” Shan says as Trin stops moving her leg.

“I’m nervous as hell, what could he want,” Trin says looking around anxious for their upcoming lunch guest.

“I think it’s obvious, he realizes they’re losing too many people due to incompetent people running the women’s division, two of his top females are pregnant. Ronda is probably leaving soon, so I think he’s going to offer you your job back,” Shan says confidently.

“You think so?” Trin questions as Shan nods her head. “Take a breath Trin, here comes Paul,” Shan says waving him over.

“Afternoon ladies,” he says hugging them both before sitting down. “How has London been treating you Trin?” he asks with a welcoming expression.

“It’s been amazing, especially getting to spend time my husband,” she honestly answers as he nods. “Well Shan, I know you loved this trip, I’m sure,” he says confidently.

“Yes, sir I appreciate the opportunity, it has been a little stressful but so much fun,” I say smiling at my boss.

“I asked to meet with you Trin because I have a proposition for you,” he says calmly as Trin and I look at each other full of hope.

“I talked to Tommy at Impact and your contract has four months left on it and when it’s done, I want you to come back to work here,” he says smiling warmly at her.

“What?  Are you serious?” She questions, almost afraid he is pulling her leg as Shan smiles.

“I’m serious, for now you will work impact on Thursdays, and will come to Smackdown on Fridays to start back training with the girls here.

“Huh?  How does that work?” Trin ask as I smile at her.

“Girl! It means you getting extra money to come hang out with your husband, me, and train on Fridays until your TNA contract expires,” I say smirking at her.

“The bloodline is hot, and we have so many chapters to tell so, we are looking to get you involved at some point along with Tamina,” he says meaning business.

“Bloodline...Really,” Trin says shocked as he nods.

“Thank you!” She exclaims, jumping up to hug him. “No problem, and if there is an issue next time please come to me personally,” he says hugging her back.

“Thank you,” I mouth to Paul as he nods as he and Trin continue to embrace.

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Madison Square Garden

Smackdown

Shantell’s POV

“Them Fatu men are doing the damn thing,” I say hyping them up as I took a picture of them backstage by the ring interview backdrop.

“Let me see baby,” Jey says taking my phone looking at the picture of him and his brother.

“Oh, that shit fire right there,” he says in his sexy drawl. “Well, let me see,” Jimmy says peeking over his shoulder nodding in approval before his phone alerted him of a text.

“Send it to me sis, I gotta call Trin right quick,” Jimmy says walking off.

 Trin still hadn’t told Jimmy about the deal yet, she was waiting until her signature was on that contract before she got her husband’s hopes up, I don’t blame her.

“So, you’re not going to tell me how this tribal court is going to go?” I ask giving him a hug.

“Nope, I want you to be surprised,” he says kissing me briefly.  

“Fine, I got to go meet Paul at ringside anyway to see what the best angles are to shoot at camera wise anyway,” I say kissing him quickly before turning to head off.

“Go do yo thang …Wit yo sexy ass,” he says slapping me on the ass as I walked away.

Bloodline Tour Bus

Jimmy’s POV

“Trin call me back when you get this, I hate we keep missing each other’s call and having to talk to your voicemail,” I say exhausted. I needed a minute to myself as I took a few deep breaths and relaxed my eyes. “Maybe she will call back soon,” I said out loud to myself. While resting my eyes I hear the door of the bus open.

“I’ll be out in a minute; I know the show is going to start soon I say to the unknown person opening the door.

“I thought you were gonna call me again, you normally call me back-to-back when I miss your calls,” a familiar voice says as my eyes snap open, I see the smiling face of my wife, I jumped up to catch her as leaped into my arms greeting me with a kiss.

“H..How are you here?” I questioned caressing her face, sitting down with her straddling my lap.  “Easy, I work here,” she says smiling at me. “Trin, what do you mean you work here?” I ask in disbelief, as she looks in her purse and pulls out a small stack of papers.

Trin’s POV

“Paul offered me a new contract to come back when my TNA deal is done, I just finalized everything a little while ago,” I says showing him the contract.

“Is this real?” he says reading the contract over before looking back up at me with those loving eyes as one lone tear dropped from his eyes.

“It’s real, I’m back baby,” I say leaning down to kiss him gently as it soon turns more desperate as he tosses the contract beside us before slowly grazing the sides of my thighs pulling my sundress up slowly.

“Jurdy!” I gasp as he moves my thong to the side, gently pinching my clit, before rubbing it slowly. “I’m so happy you back baby,” he whispers kissing my neck as I reach down to unsnap his army cargo pants as he lifts up for a second to release his already rock-hard dick.

“We don’t have much time,” I moan as he nods his head. “Ride yo dick then Trin,” he groans as I grasp his dick, placing it at my dripping entrance before slowly grinding down until he was at the hilt. Both of us moaning at the sensation of us being one again.

“You feel so good baby,” I moan into his neck as I begin bouncing on his dick. “Yea, like that baby,” he moans as I speed up trying to find my quick release and his.

“Oh! fuck!” I exclaimed as I felt his fingers grazing across my clit, I threw my arms around his neck as he starts thrusting to meet mine.  “I love you so much Trin,” he whispers as he holds me tighter as we bounce harder in sync.

Jimmy’s POV

“Look at me baby,” I moan knowing I’m not gon last very much longer. She lifts her head slightly, taking me in a strong kiss as our tongues battle for control, never breaking our thrusts. “Look at me,” I command gently breaking our kiss again trying to last a little longer. Her eyes finally meet mine as we both are gasping for breath but meeting each other thrust for thrust.  “Don’t ever leave me again,” I moan feeling her pussy tighten around my dick even tighter.

“I won’t leave you,” she whines as our stares are becoming almost painful by the second as she leans her head against mine “I promise…. Jon! “she moans, kissing me as I see her unshed tears threatening to fall.” I’m not goin' nowhere either Trin,” I gasp as I pick her up and began bouncing her on my dick harder.

“I wanna cum wit you,” she moans as her hands pull my hair making me groan in pleasure as she attacks my mouth with hers. “Fuck!... Trin!” I hissed against her mouth as we both came hard together as I held on to her tight, not wanting to let go.

“I love you Jurdy,” I hear faintly as we both are trying to catch our breath. “I love you too, Trin,” I say strongly running my fingers through her hair, placing kisses on her shoulder as we both come back down to reality. I finally had my wife back with me on the road.

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Smackdown

Tribal Court

Shantell’s POV

"Hard camera I need that shot of Jey and Roman, make it wide so we can see Jimmy.  Camera ten and seven come in hard, I want to pace in between all three cameras to get a shot of everyone’s expression as this is going down.” I say in my headset.

“Good call,” Paul says looking on as well.

“Oh, this shit is good,” Trin says sitting beside me looking on. “Zoom in, Zoom in I need to see Roman’s face!” I shout into my headset as I see Roman on his knees.

“I got you Shan,” Stu says zooming in on Roman’s face.

“Oh bitch! Is that a tear?” I shout as Trin nods her head. “Girl it is, he is acting tonight,” she praises as we continue to watch the segment anxious for what was to come next.

Camera two I need you down low, it’s on you Jan,” I encourage. “Yes, I see it coming,” she responds.

“Oh No!” Michael Cole screams as Jey hunches over from the low blow delivered by roman.

“Really,” I mutter as Paul laughs nudging my shoulder.

I roll my eyes continuing to give instructions to my crew. “All active cameras pan, you got a four-second shot coming your way.  I can see this is about to get messy,” I say looking at the monitors.

“Camera twelve and Camera one I need shots of Solo, Paul, and Roman,” I say looking at my boss as he nods in agreement.

“Complete and utter destruction of the Usos,” Cole states as I shake my head looking at the carnage on the monitors from different vantage points.

“I acknowledge you my Tribal Chief, I acknowledge you my Tribal Chief, I acknowledge you my Tribal Chief!” Paul Heyman boasts.

“Pan out and back in, I need a shot on Jimmy, then Solo and Roman standing over him. Commercial fade in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,” I say as we fade out.

I let out the breath I was holding as I turned to Trin. “Look Trin, Joe just gave the signal,” I say pointing at the monitors, Joe tapped his finger on his wrist three times before giving a subtle nod at the hard camera.

That was the personal signal they all came up to let us know they were all ok without breaking character during matches and segments.

“Thank God,” she says giving me a quick hug as I comforted her before turning back to do my job.

Jey’s POV

I was the last one to head back to Gorilla after Smackdown went off the air. As I went through the curtain I saw my brother Jimmy still talking to Trin trying to assure her he was ok.

“I’m sorry baby, with everything going on today I forgot to tell you,” Jimmy says taking her in a hug as she nodded holding on to him tight.

I saw Shan with her back turned to me giving her crew props for how they directed the show as she spots Joe walking by.

“Yo! Joe, why you low blow my man?” I hear her say in a jokingly high-pitched voice. I laughed jogging up, reaching my head around to drop a quick kiss on her lips before moving so she could see the monitors as the crew were starting to pack up their camera equipment.

 “You were great baby,” she says smiling at me giving me a wink. “Joe, I’m still waiting…Why?” She questions turning back to my cousin as shrugs his shoulders.

“I’m sorry Shan, that’s how the cookie crumbles sometimes,” he laughs leaning over to dap her fist and mine before heading to the showers.

Solo was trying to get Trin to smile, leaning in for a hug as she pretended to choke him before they both started laughing and hugged each other.

Man, I love my family, now with my professional life in full swing, all that’s left is to make sure my girl has a great birthday tomorrow.

Shantell’s Birthday Dinner Venue

Joe’s POV

“This really turned out beautiful baby,” I say looking around at the decorations and the dance floor as our close friends were mingling.

“I hope she likes it.” Tangela says taking in her work. She had opened a party event business a year ago, and Shan’s party would be her first big gig. She wanted to do good by her girl.

“She will love it!” Sofia says as her and Solo come over carrying glasses of champagne for them.

“Sis, I think tonight your business takes off, Solo says looking around and nodding his head in approval.

"Anybody heard from Jimmy and Trin," Joe asks looking around nervously.

“Trin and Jimmy are with them, she thinks they are just taking her to a fancy restaurant for her birthday. Like a couple's thing, but there they are," Tangela says pointing at the limo pulling up and going to alert the DJ.

“Everyone the birthday girl is here; you can stand beside your chairs or feel free to stand on either side of the red carpet to let her see your beautiful faces,” the DJ says hyping up the guests.

Outside in the Limo

Shan’s POV

“Guys, can ya’ll give us a minute?” Jey asks Trin and Jimmy as his eyes never left mine.

“Sure Uce, we gon head inside.” Jimmy says leading Trin out of the limo.

“Damn, you look good enough to eat,” he says eying me up and down as I smile at the primal look on his face.

My black gown clung to my body like a second skin. Hair-slayed, makeup slayed. Yea, I’m that girl right now.

Thanks baby, Trin helped me pick it out, “I say blushing as he whispers in my ear “Remind me to thank her,” he smirks as I shake my head.

“I can’t believe you did this,” I said leaning over to give him a kiss as he pulled me closer to him.

“Close your eyes baby,” he whispers in my ear as I playfully roll my eyes before closing them. “Let me do this so you won’t cheat,” he says tying a silk blindfold around my eyes.

 Linking his hand in mine, I laughed as he helped me out of the limo slowly giving me instructions where to step and which direction.

“Ok, it’s really quiet for a restaurant,” I say feeling him standing directly behind me as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Happy birthday beautiful,” he whispers in my ear, releasing the blindfold.  I immediately looked down to adjust my eyes, brushing my hair out of my eyes before looking up again.

“Surprise!!!!!” Everyone yells as I jump and scream covering my mouth in shock as I feel Jey’s smiling against my neck before kissing it. “Got ya,” he laughs as I look around in shock.

“Let’s give it up one time for our Birthday girl! Shan, show’em how to walk that red carpet girl!” The DJ says as the crowd starts clapping and cheering.

They really did all this for me, I’m so overwhelmed looking around the room. Seeing some of my crew, wrestlers and family dressed to the nines, taking time out to party with me. This man by my side is amazing, I can’t even describe this feeling right now.  

“Oh my gosh!” I exclaimed trying to take everything in releasing a tiny sigh from my lips, choking back tears as Jey whispers in my ear “Now don’t you go cryin' on me, you heard the man, walk that red carpet baby.”  

Leaning back against his chest I whispered, “I love you,” as he smiled against my neck “I love you too, now gon strut your stuff for daddy,” he says stepping back, grinning at me. He gave a nod to the DJ, who pointed at us before getting back on the mic.

“This is for the birthday girl! From yo man, Jey! Let’s get it popping Shan! Gon head and do yo thang ma!” the DJ screamed as the opening cords of Girl you got it by King George began to play.

Oh snap! That’s the song right there!” I yells as I start to move my body a little. Sexy face on deck, winding my waist to the music giving face and body as our friends hype me up.

As I was moving my body in sync with the music, I felt Jey smack my ass. I turned to look at him with my best sexy siren stare, never stopping my movements, almost challenging him with in a way.

“Aye, you playin' a dangerous game, wiggling all that ass at daddy,” he says in his deep sexy drawl, staring at me licking his lips.

 “I thought you wanted me to strut my stuff for you Daddy?” I say biting my lip enticing him with a sexy smirk before turning back around never stopping moving my hips, moving my arms, and snapping my fingers to the music.

Girl you've got it

Act like you know it

Girl you've got it

And no matter what you show it

I began to dance down the red carpet with the tail of my mermaid dress in my hand, so I wouldn’t trip. Swing my hips moving to the song as if nobody is watching me, hell yea I’m feeling myself right now. “Gon do yo thang babygirl!” I hear Joe yell as I spin around to face my boyfriend winding my hips at him, gently biting my bottom lip, wiggling my finger at him telling him to come join me dancing.

Girl you've got it

And no matter what you show it

Say girl you've got it

I picked up the

Act like you know it (act like you know it)

Girl you've got it (Girl you've got it)

And no matter what show it

Jey’s POV

Get it Shan!” I hear Trin and Sofia scream as she grabs my tie in her hand, lightly gripping it looking up at me all shy grinding all up on my dick.

“You bout to make me take yo ass… Yep. Right here in front of all these damn folks, Keep playin' wit me,” I say licking my lips as she turns around pulling me to her with my tie as my hand goes automatically around her waist as she continues dancing up on my dick. I kiss her bare shoulder as we continue to dance down the carpet to our table.

Happy Birthday Shan!! The DJ yells fading out the music “Damn baby” I moan against her ear as we finally reach our destination as she smirks at me stealing a kiss before being pulled away by the girls. Yea, tonight was definitely the night.

"Aye! Bro, I thought you was gon wax that ass right then, and there, Uce,” Solo says grinning, shaking his head at his brother’s expression which was focused on Shantell.

“Dat ass was struggling,” Jimmy said laughing as him and Joe bumped elbows in agreement.

“Aye, I had it under control.” I smugly say clearing my throat, readjusting my tie.

 “Yea, sure you did, “Joe teases as we all laugh. “Man, let’s get a beer.” Jey says leading the way to the bar.

Shantell’s POV

“Girl, this dress is it!” Tangela says hugging me as I held her tight. “I know you did this, and I can’t thank you enough,” I says as she shakes her head. “No, it was my honor, you deserve this Shan,” she says as I try to hold back my tears.

 “No ma’am, don’t you dare,” Sofia says as her and trin joined our hug. “Hey, we are all family, and you deserve this Shantell, enjoy it baby,” Trin says as I take a breath and nod as we all embrace in silence.

“Excuse me ladies can I get a picture?” the photographer says as we turn and do a couple poses for him, I can’t help but look around for Jey. Finally, having spotted him by the bar with the guys who were enjoying themselves. I was happy in this moment; I still can’t believe he did all this.

“In about an hour Sofia and I are going to leave to set up for you guys,” Solo said to his brother while eying his wife and the girls playing around on the 360 booth laughing and dancing.

“Man, ya’ll showed out for Shan and me. I can't thank ya'll enough," Jey says looking around taking everything in a little overwhelmed.

‘Hey, you know we love ya’ll, it’s all love,” Jimmy says nudging his brother with a smile.

“Yes, now enough of this mushy shit, let's party!” Joe shouts as he takes off to go dance with his wife. The couples took turns at the booth, then did a big group spin bunched on together just clowning and enjoying each other.

First Time

Jey’s POV

“I had so much fun tonight baby,” Shan whispers against my neck as I’m carrying her upstairs.” I’m so glad you did ma, but it’s not over yet,” I say as she lifts her head up smiling brightly at me. God her smile could light up the sky.

“What have you done now? she asks against my lips before kissing me. The candles illuminating the room caught her eye as she turns and finally sees the setup. I have to say my sister-in-law and my brother did the damn thang.

 “Wow!” she gushes, kissing me as I return it eagerly as I placed her back on the floor.

“This is beautiful,” she says walking around the room feeling the rose petals under her feet and touching them on the bed with her fingers as I watch her intently. “It’s not as beautiful as you,” I say honestly as she pauses her actions looking over at me blushing.

 We both knew what was about to transpire. I was slowly losing control inside as her blushing face was now filled with hunger and need as was I.

 I slowly stalked towards her, taking in that dress that has teased me all night. Seeing her chest slowly heaving up and down as the overture of her breasts seemed to be calling my name.  Oh yea, tonight I’ma make her mine, mind, body, and soul.

Shantell’s POV

Jey’s intense gaze has me frozen and breathing in anxious short spurts as I ache for him to reach me, touch me, take me. I see him removing his suit jacket and tie as he’s approaching me. Closing my eyes as I finally feel his arms around my waist.

 I feel his breath on my neck as he slowly grazes his lips across my neck as my hands go to the back of his neck, moaning encouraging him to take me as my vision becomes fuzzy. Looking up at the ceiling as he attacks my neck with open kisses and his tongue.

 I’m gon take my pussy tonight,” he breathes confidently against my neck, unzipping my dress as it falls in a heap at our feet.

Pulling away momentarily, his intense eyes travels down my body as he moans seeing me bare in just my lace black underwear. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he states kissing me passionately, as he snakes his hands smoothly around my hips making quick work of my thong.

  I try to help him unbutton his shirt as we both are seemingly anxious. Finally, I grabbed a handful of each side of his shirt, ripping it, sending buttons flying everywhere.

“Fuck!” he growls pulling me even closer as I bite and nibble on his neck.  I gasp as my bare breasts rub against his chest. His hands leave my body as I faintly hear him fumbling with his belt. I shiver grabbing his face in my hands, slowly almost painfully kissing him as I hear his pants drop to the floor below us.

He slightly dips his knees picking me up by my thighs as I automatically wrap my legs around his upper body. Never breaking our kiss as I moan against his lips, clawing at his back as he places me on the bed towering over me meeting my kisses with more urgency.

Jey’s POV “Can I have you?” I questioned breaking our kiss as our moans of satisfaction filled the room. Looking up at me with love and admiration she gasps, nodding quickly as I held her gaze.

Slowly pinching her nipples with my fingertips, before I began sucking on her breasts, hearing her sharp intake of breath. I smirked against her breasts as I continue my assault on them, before swirling my tongue around each nipple before continuing my trail southward.

I feel the impatience within her as she grips her hands against the sheets in anticipation. “Jey please,” she begs as my tongue swirls around her clit before sucking it slowly taking her whole pussy in my mouth.

“Mmm…. Baby let me do this,” I moan as she nods closing her eyes in ecstasy as I make love to her pussy with my tongue. “What are you doing to me?” she gasps as I hold her writhing body still as I take my time exploring her. Her hands entangle in my hair as I feed upon her.

“Mmmm, you never answered me, Shan,” I say kissing the top of her pussy before slowly crawling up her body positioning myself between her legs, wrapping them around me as my dick grazed her pussy.

Silencing her moans of frustration, I took her in a demanding kiss. “Can I make you mine?” I asked staring into her beautiful eyes, yea this is my forever right here, I gotta let her know.

“Jey!” she whines as I continue to move against her, sending her body even more into a state of need and wanting. “Can I take my pussy baby?” I question in a whisper slowly gripping my dick rubbing against her waiting for the answer with anticipation. Fighting my own internal battle to not just sink into her full force.

Shantell’s POV

“Yes! Take yo pussy …. Take me!” I exclaimed as I feel Jey’s dick at my entrance, I can feel him rubbing the head up and down over my clit.

“Baby!” I scream looking down at our bodies that are finally about to become one, as he lifts my face to look at him. “Mmm…Look at me baby, I want to make sure you remember this. Remember who is making you love you for the first time,” he softly commands taking me into a kiss as I moan at his words becoming overwhelmed by emotion. “I could never forget you,” I whispered staring into his intense beautiful eyes.

“No matter what happens, no matter where we end up, this is ours right here,” he says leaning closer, kissing my neck, bracing himself on his elbows on either side of me as I reach for his face. Sharing a gentle passionate kiss, I’m bracing myself for what’s to come.

I feel him slowly inching his way inside of me. “Oh!..Mmmm,” I gasped placing my hands behind his back. I can see the sweat gathering at his brow, the deep breaths he’s taking, staring intensely at me.

“No matter what, or who you wit,” he pants against my mouth holding my gaze as a jolt of electricity shoots through our bodies as he snapped his hips forward finally breaking the barrier between us, at last becoming one.

“Josh!” I groaned as he took my lips in a slow sensual kiss “I’ll always be there wit you,” he moaned against my lips. Briefly closing my eyes due to the pain, he stilled himself, kissing me all over my face whispering words of love.

I couldn’t stop the tears that fell from my eyes, as my nails gripped his back, as the sharp pain radiated through me. He remained unmoving, as I could hear his deep breaths overpowering my ears.

Jey’s POV

Seeing the pain on Shan’s face gutted me even though I know it was a part of this at first. Now I’m determined to make her feel good. “I love you,” I whisper, kissing the few tears that dropped from her eyes.

“I love you too Josh, but I think you are suppose to move,” she says with a small smile trying to lighten the mood.

“I’m sorry baby,” I say as she shakes her head no at me. “I’m ok,” she says as she clenches her muscles around my dick.

“Fuck!” I moan as I start to slowly thrust inside of her, carefully watching her face for any signs of pain. I see her wince, then instantly gasp at the sensation of my thrusts. Her face has gone from an expression of pain to one of discovery as I continued to slowly thrust inside her.

“You feel so good,” I pant, trying to keep a slow pace until she’s comfortable. A tiny whine escapes her lips “Josh, faster!” she moans pulling me in for a kiss.

I growl against her lips, thrusting a little faster not knowing how much longer I could control my animal instinct. My animal instinct was to just sink so deep inside her and get lost.

Shantell’s POV I feel Jey’s kisses attacking my neck as I’m holding on to him, I needed to feel him closer to me as his thrusts are becoming faster, I wrap my legs tighter around him pulling him closer and deeper.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Jey groans, his resolve is crumbling as his thrusts are becoming a little harder. I can hear the growl in his throat as he towers over me thrusting slower and harder. His eyes are glossy, and I can tell he’s trying to not lose it.

“Baby!” I scream as he hits a newly discovered spot, “Fuck, I felt that,” he moans twisting his hips to hit the same spot again feeling so good to him that his eyes finally fell closed due to the powerful sensation we were both feeling.

As both of our moans fill the room, I grab his necklace pulling him into a kiss as I began to grind my hips against his dick.

“Josh! Fuck! Me!” I exclaimed against his lips as he continues to hit hit my spot, his eye snapped open. His once glossy eyes are now wide and primal, as I could hear a low growl escape his lips. His control finally snaps as he beings to thrust inside of me wild and hard.

“You want me to fuck you?” he grunts thrusting with wild abandon. “Yes!” I scream as I feel him throbbing even harder inside me.

“Turn that ass over,” he growls in my ear as I roll over whining at the loss of him. He positions me on my hands and knees, before I could even speak he enters me hard from behind.

“Fuuuuck!” He shouts as he starts pounding my pussy hard.

“Who’s pussy is this baby?” I faintly hear him growl as I’m biting the sheets on the bed. “Yours Daddy!” I shout as I bounce back on my knees as he grabs my arms pulling me up against his chest, continuing to thrust inside my pussy. Turning my head around, I put one arm around his neck and began to move against his thrusts taking him in a deep kiss.

Jey’s POV “Yeah baby, Fuck….. Yo…… Dick,” I moans as she took one of my hands and placed it on her clit, as I began to rub it teasingly as I hear her moan my name.I feel the rumble and fire building below my thighs traveling all over my body and hers.

“You gon cum so good, you gon give me my pussy anytime, anywhere I ask,” I boast as her desperate thrusts meet mine. I move my fingers faster on her clit, groaning in triumph from the moans tearing from her mouth.

“I know your bout to cum, you bout to squirt on this dick. “Don’t be scared, let that shit happen,” I rasp, thrusting even harder as incoherent words fall from her lips.

“Let it all out on daddy’s dick baby,” I groan encouraging her as we move as one. Growling in my throat I had to let her know, let her know she was mine forever now. “I’m the first and the last,” I say moaning as her pussy tightens even more on my dick.

Her head falls to the side as I nip at her shoulder, slowly running my tongue over the same spot earning a tortured cry from her. “Baby!” She screams gripping my hair.

“You understand me…You mine forever Shan, say you understand baby,” I command rubbing her clit even faster” Yes, Joshua! I understand!” her tired exhausted voice screamed as she exploded in my arms.

I held her close, never breaking my thrusts. “Yeah… Gush on yo dick baby. “Fuck, I’m so proud of you.” I continued to praise her as I started to see spots, as my release took over.

“Yes! Take all this nut,” I groaned releasing inside of her as I felt my legs becoming weak. I slowly lowered us to the bed trying to put into words what had just happened as we just laid there. I pulled her closer, kissing her shoulder gently.

“You ok baby?” I ask as she nods her head “Never better,” she breaths trying to come down from her high. After giving myself a moment to catch my breath, I got up to go get a washcloth. Returning to bed, Shan looks at me blushing as I slowly washed and cleaned her up.

Shan’s POV

“Don’t blush on me baby, this that grown man shit right here. Get use to it because you stuck with me now," he whispers smiling at me as I lean over, gently kissing him.

“Thanks for taking care of me,” I say caressing his face as he pulls me closer. “Na, thank you for choosing me,” he says kissing me softly.

At this moment I don’t know what the future holds but with this wonderful man by my side, I know it will be amazing.

@reci24 @southerngirl41 @vebner37 @jeyusos-girl @melaninsugababy @romanreignkisser

[wandafiction]

Clingy - Just Us Chapter 60

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3268

Series List | Chapter 59 | Chapter 61

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I once again wake up to the feeling of kiss all over my face, the weight of Wanda's body pressing against my own like my own weighted blanket. Her hands are gently resting on my bare chest, her fingers drawing insignificant patterns on my skin. Without opening my eyes, I move my hands to her back and start to gently drag them up and down with a feather light touch. I feel her sigh in content against my face, before she buries it against my neck leaving a few small wet kisses along it. Wanda's legs are tangled with mine and with every stroke of my hands I feel her relax more against me.

"Good morning princess." I feel her smile against my neck, before she removes it and hovers over me.

"Good morning dorogoy." Wanda leans down to leave a sweet peck on my lips before sitting up onto my abdomen, the white sheets pooling around her waist. I bite my lip at the sight of her partially naked body as she has sleep shorts on, which means she must have got up last night to put them on. Weird. I stare at Wanda in complete awe at how perfect she is. My hands drop to her thighs, stroking at them gently, not for anything other than the skin on skin contact. Wanda flips her hair over one shoulder as it cascades down her front right side, I also now have a very clear view of the trail of marks on her body and a proud smirk grows on my lips.

"I like seeing my marks on you." Wanda's face flushes  right red and she bows her head in an attempt to get her hair to hide the fact. I simply use my finger and thumb to lift her chin, using my other hand to move her hair back behind her ear. "I love seeing you blush at my words." 

"I hate how easy it is for you to fluster me sometimes." She huffs out a laugh as she leans back down resting her torso against mine, her head finding home in the crook of my neck while her legs continue to straddle my body.

"Well it's very cute seeing you blush." I run my hand through her hair as she cuddles up closer to me. "I love you cuddle bug."

"I love you to baby."

"Well I have a busy day of looking after the boys today, while you and Karen have 'words' with Vision. So why don't I make a start on breakfast while you get yourself ready?"

"What about if we make breakfast together?" She plants a kiss on the underside of my jaw when I hum in agreement. 

"Of course bug. Do you want to wear one of my shirts?"

"Of course, what a silly question." She playfully nips at my jaw with her teeth as I giggle at her behaviour. 

"Silly me. Come on then up you get." I pat her butt a couple of times and smile when she laughs against my neck before rolling off of me. My smile grows even wider when Wanda opens up my draw in the dresser. That's right people I now have draw space, Wanda said if I am getting a key this week I might as well get draw and wardrobe space. So…

Anyway…

Wanda searches through my draw pulling out a hoodie, and doesn't waste a minute pulling it on herself. The sight makes me laugh as the sleeves go way past her hands at the end of the hoodie comes down to her knees. Wanda slides back over to my draw and pulls out a plain white shirt and some women's boxers and chucks them over to me. I sit up in the bed pulling the shirt over my head slowly, and as I'm in the darkness of the shirt I feel the bed dip next to me. Two hands connect with the skin of my torso, as they grab onto the bottom of my shirt and start pulling it down goosebumps grow on my skin as Wanda's fingertips make contact with my skin. When my head pops through the hole, I don't get a chance to think before Wanda starts peppering my face with kisses causing me to fall back against the bed laughing. After a few seconds my hands grab onto Wanda's face and I pull it down so our lips connect in a small loving kiss, breaking it apart as we both smile at one another. Her green eyes dance in the morning light making its way through the curtains, she slowly takes her bottom lip between her teeth and I lose my breath at how much love I see on her face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Wanda's lip slips out from her teeth as a toothy grin adornes her face.

"Like what?" I bring my hand up to cup Wanda's left cheek, my thumb running over her cheek bone.

"I don't know. Just like I'm some precious jemstone or the most important thing of all the multiverses." Wanda brings her face down to mine to give me an eskimo kiss, then rests her forehead against mine. 

"Well you are the most important thing to me in all the universes." I tilt my head up to peck her lips.

"Apart from the boys."

"Mmm, you take a very close second place." 

"Well I will wear my silver medal with pride. Now come on princess, it's 8 we said we would get to Vision's for 10." 

Wanda grumbles slightly as she sits up on my lap, her hands resting gently on my stomach. She lifts my shirt up slightly and leans down to kiss my bare stomach a few times before blowing a raspberry against it. She giggles as I wiggle under her in reaction to the surprise raspberry, before she slowly climbs off of me. I swing my legs to the side of the bed, now taking my chance to pull my underwear on because Wanda decided to cuddle up before I could get completely dressed. 

I stand up and stretch my arms and legs out, enjoying the few popping sounds of my joints as I yawn. I sit back down to pull some socks on my feet, so they don't freeze on the tiled floor of the kitchen. Wanda takes this opportunity to wrap her arms around my neck, her hands resting on my chest and her legs wrapped around my waist. I go to stand up and her grip around my neck tightens and I bring my hands to hold onto her thighs.

"Is this your way of saying can I have a piggy back ride?" Wanda moves her head to rest her chin on my shoulder.

"Please baby." She kisses my cheek and I giggle as her legs sway in the air a little.

"Of course cuddle bug." Wanda's chin settles back down on my shoulder as I start to make my way to the kitchen. 

I try to place Wanda onto the kitchen counter but she just tightens her grip on me, so when I move away her body is glued against mine. She crosses her feet resting them on my abdomen so I can let go of her thighs to start cooking.

"You okay bug? Not that I mind the cuddling and closeness but just want to check in."

"I'm okay, I just want to be close with you for a minute. Not really sure why, but I can get off if you want."

"No cuddle bug, it's okay. I love you cuddling with me."

"I love you."

"I love you too Princess." 

It doesn't take me long to make the coffee and pancakes, even with Wanda on my back, and she is currently sitting on the kitchen counter while I stand between her legs. Her legs are still wrapped around my body to keep me close as we eat our pancakes in the comfortable silence that fills the kitchen. I wait until Wanda has finished her pancakes to turn around, I smile when her hands are back around my neck and I lift her off the counter as I walk us to the sink. 

That's how the rest of the morning went, Wanda hardly leaving my side and clinging onto me as much as possible. Even now with getting changed she had her arms wrapped around my waist, her head resting against my back. I pull my shirt off, after finally managing to squeeze into my skinny jeans, and I feel Wanda's lips make contact with my skin. I smile at the feeling of her hands on my bare stomach, her kisses being scattered around my back. I put my bra on and her arms move to do it up for me making sure the straps aren't all twisted before they make their way back to my stomach. She laughs against my skin when I pull my shirt down, making sure to pull it over her head and allowing it to fall down the rest of our bodies. 

Her body shakes against mine as she ends up in a fit of laughing, I manoeuvre myself to turn around making sure my shirt doesn't get caught on Wanda's head. Once I've stopped moving and Wanda has calmed herself down slightly she nuzzles her face against my stomach, her hot breath fanning over my bare skin. After a few minutes Wanda pulls her head out of my shirt, after giving my abdomen a few sloppy kisses, and beams up at me. She moves to stand on her tiptoes, her hands moving to the back of my neck to play with the baby hairs while her lips connect softly with mine. 

One of her hands moves from my neck to hold onto one of mine as she disconnects our lips and drags me over to her chest of draws. She continues to hold my hand as she fishes through her clothes, picking out some black mom jeans and of course one of my white button up shirts. She places my hand that is in hers on her back, pushing it under her shirt before letting it go. I don't move my hand out from her shirt, but start to draw shapes and patterns on the small of her back as she starts to remove her shirt. When she goes to put her bra on, I do the same for her as she did for me and clip it up for her. Wanda looks over her shoulder puckering her lips, my hands resting just under her bra strap on the side of her body, and I lean forward to leave a peck on her lips. 

She turns her head back around to look at the shirt in her hand, as mine stay on her sides rubbing up and down her skin gently. Wanda pulls her shirt over her head, slotting her arms through the arm holes and the shirt falls down stopping where my hands hold Wanda. I remove my hands from Wanda's skin, pouting when I hear a small whine leaves her lips at the loss of touch. I move them up to pull her hair out of the shirt, placing it over her shoulders and then move my hands back under her shirt and rest them on her waist. I feel her relax with my touch, and she starts to put her socks and jeans on while I keep a firm hold on her to keep her balanced. Once she is completely changed she turns her whole body so she is facing me, my hands never leaving her waist. I pout when I see her pout and her glassy eyes.

"I'm sorry for being clingy." Instead of saying anything I slide my hands down from her waist to her thighs and silently bend down so I can lift her up.

Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist, her arms snaking around my neck as she buries her head into my neck. I pull her up against me more, resting my left arm under her bum to keep her up while my other one moves to rub up and down her back. I pout more when I feel my neck becoming wet and I know she is crying.

"Princess what's wrong?" 

"I don't know" She shrugs her shoulders.

"Baby talk to me." She huffs against my neck, shrugging once more but I stay quiet waiting to see if she says anything.

"I get clingy when I am on my period." She squeezes me more and I squeeze back as she takes a breath to try and gain some control over her emotions. "And I woke up in the night to it."

"Okay, well it's natural nothing to be embarrassed about or any of that. You get them, everyone gets them Wanda. And if you get clingy then so be it, I will hold you for as long as you need and want."

"But we are going out today and I just want cuddles." She whines against my neck and it smiles.

"Well we have been cuddling all morning and then when we get back here tonight we can cuddle all night. How does a movie night with the boys sound?"

"Like the perfect night." 

"Okay well, let's get going to the car so I can get the boys." I don't let go of her, not that she wants to let go of me either, and walk around the apartment getting my keys and wallet and mine and Wanda's coats.

"What are your plans for today?"

"Well I was thinking of taking them to my house, if that's okay with you, as I have few things to sort out there, like the garden. But I have plenty of entertainment for them and you said they are in band right?"

"Mhmm, yeah Tommy plays the drums and Billy plays the guitar."

"Well I have a whole ass music studio in the house so they can use that if they want." 

"Sounds perfect. Thank you for taking them today, I know it's a lot to ask of you." 

"It is no problem at all Wanda, I love those boys already and will do anything to make them happy." Wanda beams up at me, as I make my way out of the apartment, and kisses my jaw as she buries her head back into my neck. "Do you want me to carry you to the car or are you going to walk?"

"Carry me?" Wanda asks in her baby voice with big puppy dog eyes.

"Of course cuddle bug. My little koala." Wanda giggles against my neck as I lock the apartment and start making my way down to the car.

I manage not to fall down the stairs while holding Wanda, every now and again I would catch myself on the bannister and Wanda would squeal against me making me laugh out loud. I am now fiddling with the car keys trying to get it open, at this point Wanda unwraps her legs and slowly puts them on the floor. Once her feet are safely on the ground she unwraps her arms and takes my keys to unlock the car for me.

"You could have asked me to get off you baby." Wanda throws me the keys back as I start walking around to the driver's side as she opens up the passenger door.

"I had it, I swear. I wasn't going to ask you to stop cuddling up to me when it brings you comfort and I was happy just holding you." Wanda smiles over at me as she climbs into the car and I'm quick to join her.

Once we are on the road I grab Wanda's hand lacing our fingers together and bring our hands into my lap. I then lift them to kiss the back of her hand a couple of times, and I see her lean her head against the headrest as she looks at me with those beautiful green eyes of hers. 

"What are you staring at me for now?"

"Just in awe of you. And I just can't thank you enough for being you, and loving me. I'm so lucky to have found you, I've never experienced love like this where it's so understanding and tender."

"Well I love you Wanda, so I do my best to understand you and anything you need and want from me and this relationship." I see her bite her lip and nod in silence, and I can feel her mind overthinking from here. "What's on your mind?"

"Nothing, just I never got any of this before. It's all new and scary and I don't want to ever lose it."

"I don't want to lose it either Wanda, I will do my best to fight for you every day."

"I love you so much baby."

"I love you so much too Princess." 

It takes about 30 minutes to get from Wanda's apartment to Vision's House and the whole drive we sat in a comfortable silence just enjoying each other's presence as the view of the city passed us by. As I pull into the driveway I see Tommy poke his head past the curtain and shout behind him before disappearing quickly, only to reappear at the front door as he pulls it open. 

I leave the car running as I climb out and make my way over to the passenger door opening it up for Wanda. As she climbs out I grab a hold of her hand and pull her closer to me, knowing she wants the physical contact but probably doesn't want to be seen being my cuddle bug when around Vision and Karen. We make our way to the front door where the four of the occupants now stand, 3 of the 4 smiling at us while Vision keeps his face stoic.

"Wanda having one of her clingy days?" I roll my eyes as Vision's voice grates on me at the way he said it. I feel Wanda bury herself more against me as Karen hits Vision's arm telling him to shut up.

"Not that it's any of your business but she is just tired, because of what happened last night. Which by the way is much as your fault as it is mine. Now I am going to take the boys so that you and the two ladies can talk with you...about everything." Vision rolls his eyes before disappearing into the house grumbling to himself. "You okay princess?" 

"I'm okay. Thank you." She turns to the boys and Karen. "Right so Y/n is going to take you to her house as she has a few things to do, you should be able to entertain yourself. Just please be good."

"We will mom." Both boys stay in unison, guess I'm going to have to get used to the creepy twin talk thing they have going on there. 

"Right you ready for this Karen." Karen nods and ushers Wanda inside. "I love you baby see you tonight."

"See you tonight Wanda. Good luck Karen."

"I'm not the one who needs luck, Vision is on our bad side."

"Yeah I'm not wishing him luck." Both women laugh and I turn to Wanda to give her a goodbye kiss and hug and I whisper to her. "Message me if you need anything."

"I will. Love you baby."

"Love you too Princess." Wanda and Karen disappear inside leaving me and the boys by ourselves. "So you ready boys?"

"Let's go!"

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[gretavanbear]

The Professor - Josh Kiszka x Fem!Reader

MDNI!!! 18+ !!!

warnings : smut (;

[a/n: hi people. i just wanted u to know i love u guys sm and i appreciate every like and comment and anon ask about this fic. it warms my heart knowing people enjoy reading my silly little story. anyways.. enjoy!]

SCREENING #5 : The Big Hearted Will Take the Bride

“Good morning, everyone!” Josh walked in with a big smile, waving at the students in his class. As he walked by your row of seats, his eyes fixated on yours, staring for a couple seconds before looking down at the steps in front of him. You bit back a smirk thinking about the way his bed sheets felt against your skin and wondered if he pushed back that thought as well. 

“I hope everyone had a lovely weekend. I know I did” He chuckled.

He opened his notebook on the podium and checked his class notes for the day. You inspected the way his hair fell perfectly into place, his glasses sat on his nose and left little marks on it at the end of the day. He wore a gray button down with some dark pants today, with his usual brown vans. He looked cute, comfortable. But your mind wondered back to that night, the camera in his room...

“Today’s screening is The Big Hearted Will Take the Bride. This is an amazing film and I want us all to focus on the mise-en-scene for the scenes we’re going to be witnessing. Try to notice how they frame the characters, how their dances and scenery creates a portrayal of these people’s cultures. This film is pretty long and so if any of you feel the need to walk out and take a small break feel free to do so. Enjoy!” He spoke. His voice was so calming, and you wish he’d just talk to you instead of screening the movie, but you remembered you were here to learn and you wanted to be like him. 

As the lights turned off, Josh sat diagonal to you, in front of you to your left. You watched as he turned his head back and shot you a soft smile before resting his head on his arm as the movie started playing. 

*** 

You turned to face him as the sunrise illuminated his bedroom. His bedsheet draped over his thighs and stopped right under his v-line, which let you have a moment to see his tattoo. It was a small little half-moon with a music note in the middle of the little curve. You wondered what it represented as your pointer finger traced the little black lines. 

“Good morning” Josh’s groggy morning voice caught your attention. 

“Hi” You smiled shyly as you looked up at him. You rested your head on his stomach, facing him. His hand caressed your head and massaged it with his fingers in your hair which made you want to purr, his touch felt so warm. 

“How’d you sleep?” He asked softly, his lips pink and pretty. You studied the way his eyelashes brushed his cheeks when he blinked, the way his lips were always a little upturned, the little gap between his two front teeth. 

“I slept okay, thank you. How did you sleep?” You returned the question, sitting up and caressing his stomach with your hand. 

“Amazing. I always sleep better when there’s a pretty lady in my bed.” His answer made you blush, giggling to yourself quietly as you leaned in for a soft kiss. He returned it immediately, his hand still in your hair as the two of you kissed passionately. 

You pulled away to catch your breath, looking down at him as he smiled softly. Your eyes watched the way his chest rose and descended, the way his skin looked so delicate and pretty under the sunlight which seeped through his big windows. You looked at the hair on his arms, the beauty marks on his shoulders, how every little detail about him was perfect and you were so entranced by his looks that you didn’t notice him playing with your hair. 

You hummed as his fingers caressed your scalp, making you rest your head on his chest. Your fingers found his tattoo once again and traced it’s lines. 

“Josh?” it felt weird to speak, you thought you were dreaming. 

“Hm?” He spoke, his voice so gentle. 

“What’s this mean?” Your fingers caressing the little mark on his lower stomach, the moon and little music note. You wondered if it was a meaningful tattoo to him, and why did he decide to get it. 

“I got it with my brother when we graduated together.” He said. You turned your head to face him and he looked down at you, resting his head on his free arm. 

“Are you close with him?” You asked, resting your head on your arm now, mirroring him. You watched his eyes light up as he prepared himself to answer, licking his lips.

“We are. He’s my best friend, my other half actually… He’s my identical twin.” He spoke with a smile. You smiled big as you learned more about Josh, he was so special. 

“We studied education together. He’s a music professor now. Before heading off to university we’d always play in our garage with our younger brother Sammy and his best friend, Daniel. We always dreamed of becoming this huge famous band someday, but it never happened. I know Jake, my twin, always holds out the hope that it’ll happen but he understood my dream to teach.. As a deal we got those matching tattoos- to remind us that we’re still there for each other.” He explained. 

“That’s beautiful.” You replied, placing your hand on his chest and resting your head on his shoulder. 

“I’m sure you’ve seen him around campus, he’s always swinging by my office.” Josh chuckled. 

***

“Professor Kiszka?” You spoke, knocking on the open door. 

“Yeah?” He spoke, before looking up from his work and smiling at your presence. “Oh hello, you” he spoke, getting up and meeting you at the door, closing it behind you. “Need help with your homework, doll?” He asked with a smirk, holding your hand and bringing you to his desk. 

“Yeah… I just.. Do nooot understand what you taught us today, professor.” You spoke with a small smirk as he sat you on his lap, his hand on your thigh. 

“Hmm, what do you want to know exactly?” He spoke, his lips finding your neck softly, leaving small wet kisses on your warm skin. He spun you so you faced him, making it so you were straddling his lap, his thumbs caressing your inner thighs. “Tell me, what can I teach you?” He said softly as his hands made their way to the hem of your long sleeved shirt, his fingertips leaving goosebumps down your spine. 

“I want you to teach me how to please you..” You whispered against his jawline as his hands made their way to your breasts- you had not worn a bra with the hopes that he’d notice. He did, he noticed quickly as his fingers found your nipples, teasing them a little while his lips found yours. He kissed you passionately as his cock grew harder in his pants- you could feel it through his pants which made you want him so badly. 

“I know how you can please me.” He breathed out, pulling away so he can make eye contact. He looked down at the space between the two of you, then back up to meet your gaze slowly. “Get on your knees.” He ordered. You listened, getting under his desk and waiting for your next command. You watched the way his fingers snuck to his belt buckle, undoing it and removing it, unzipping his pants. Your eyes focused on the shape of his cock through his gray underwear- a little wet spot at the tip. He was so perfect, and you couldn’t stop yourself but you started salivating at the sight of him pulling it out. It was so beautiful under the sunlight, the shape was perfect, the way his veins traced it’s figure just made you want him even more. 

You wrapped your hand around him, giving him a few strokes and watched his reaction. He gasped softly and his eyelids fluttered, his long lashes brushing against his cheeks as he felt you swipe your thumb over the tip, which made him buck his hips up, needing more. You kept eye contact as you kitten-licked the tip, slowly making your way around wrapping your lips completely over it, sucking softly. 

“Fuck.. hmm, just like that, doll.” he sighed, his hand caressing your hair. You purred gently around his cock- slowly bobbing your head up and down on him as your hand stroked the bottom. You felt the need for his cum down your throat, you wanted to feel him all over- you needed him all over. His cheeks grew redder and redder by the second, his lips dark and a deep red from biting them. His hand pushed down your head slowly, almost as if he asked for permission which you gladly granted as you took him in deeper, faster. 

“God… you’re so perfect.” He breathed out as he began thrusting his hips into your mouth, needing you deeper. “I’m close.. God.. take me, baby… show me how much you want it..” He breathed out, his thigh twitching. You could feel him pulsating in your mouth, practically down your throat at this point. You could feel him about to release- giving you what you’ve wanted for so long… 

Interrupted by a knock. Fuck. 

He gasped, his eyes growing big as he let go of your head, placing his hands on his desk. He looked at you for an answer, what the hell do I do? His eyes spoke as another knock interrupted his thoughts. You kept your mouth wrapped around him as he cleared his throat, his mind doing flips as the anticipation of who was at the door grew around the room, making his office feel tense. You didn’t want to stop, you needed him, the pool in your panties caused by him needed him, too. 

“C’mon asshole, I know you’re in there.” The voice spoke through the wooden door. You saw the way Josh mouthed ‘fuck’ and looked down at you quickly, shooting you an apologetic look before clearing his throat once again. 

“Yeah?” He spoke loudly. He rolled his chair closer to his desk, trying to keep you hidden, needing you all to himself, and also not wanting anyone to notice his whole cock in your mouth. You heard the door open loudly and you closed your eyes, his cock still pulsating in your mouth as you felt his breathing shift. 

“Midterms are killing me.” The voice spoke, you heard the person sit down behind you, the chair facing Josh’s desk. You began bobbing your head up and down- which made Josh choke on his words for a split second. 

“Yeah.. me too.. Now’s not really a good time, Jake. I-” He tried to cover up a groan with a cough as you swiped your tongue against his length, your hand finding his balls and massaging them a little. Being hidden under the desk like this was so sexy to you, being Josh’s dirty little secret- it fueled you, it made you want to be bad. “I have like thirty essays to grade by myself” Josh spoke. You felt grateful that his desk reached all the way to the floor, no one would be able to see you except him. You lowered your head until his head reached the back of your throat, massaging him a little heavier now. You saw the way his breathing became heavy and how his hand gripped the armrest on his chair. 

“Hm, yeah you do look pretty.. Stressed I guess. Listen, come over for dinner- I’ll help you grade them.” The person spoke, which you assumed was Jake. That didn’t stop you, you needed Josh and you wanted to make him feel good no matter who was there. You swallowed around his tip which made Josh have a vocal reaction, which he tried covering up with a cough again. 

“Yeah.. mhm good idea. See you later, Jake.” Josh spoke quickly and Jake chuckled and left the room, closing the door behind him. With the security of being alone with you, Josh backed up his chair with his eyebrows raised, a smirk on his face. 

“You… you’re fucking naughty, edging me like that. Are you a nasty, dirty girl, hm?” He spoke, wrapping his fingers in your hair and pulling you up. “Are you my little cumslut? Hm? All that just so you can feel me all full inside you? Well I’ll show you full, sweet girl.” He groaned, pushing you over his desk and pulling your leggings and underwear down. 

“Fucking soaked. Just how I expected.” He said, a smug expression in his tone. You could hear him lower his pants more, and then feel his warm tip rub against you, your juices coating him instantly. He pushed himself inside you slowly, pressing his body against yours, pressing you down on his desk. “Feel me now? Hm?” He groaned in your ear, his voice low and dominant. 

“Feel how fucking hard you’ve made me, princess, let my cock show you how happy you made it.” He spoke before pulling away and placing his hands on your hips, thrusting his against yours at a fast pace. You knew he was close, and so were you- squeezing around him, showing him how much you needed his cum. 

“Fuck.. ‘m gonna fill you up, god.. Baby, you did so good.. Such a good girl.” He breathed out, thrusting faster, pulling you over the edge with him as he crumbled over you, shuddering breaths against your neck as his cum coated your walls, his hands still on your hips squeezing them tight. 

The room filled with the sounds of your heavy breaths as Josh pulled out slowly, sitting back down on his chair and grabbing a tissue- cleaning you up gently. He pulled up your leggings and underwear before fixing himself, sitting you down on his lap. 

“Thank you. I really needed that.. I’ve been so stressed with homework today.” He sighed, pressing a soft kiss to your neck. “Can we do something tonight? After my dinner..” He asked softly with a gentle smile, his brown eyes looking up at you as his hand caressed your hip gently, right over the spot where he was squeezing not long ago. You nodded shyly and looked down at him with a small smile. 

“Yeah? You’d like that?” he cooed, you nodded while his thumb caressed your face before leaning in and leaving a soft ‘bye’ kiss on your lips, before you got up and grabbed your schoolbag. 

“See you later, professor.” You spoke, turning back to him before opening the door and walking out. You kept a smile on your face as you could still feel him leaking out, a part of him still with you. 

“That’s an interesting way to get extra credit.” You heard before placing your earphone in your ear. You snapped your head back to be met with a brown eyed man. He had soft features, like Josh. The same nose, same heart shaped lips. This must be Jake. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You responded dryly, trying to hide your nervousness. 

“Hmm, I was just in that room and he was alone. Yet I just saw you exit from the same door I did.” He said, a smirk on his face. 

“I must've came in after you, then.” You replied, your heartbeat steady in your throat. 

“I’ve been sitting out here on this bench reading through my notes waiting for Professor Kiszka to come out of his office, I would have seen you pass by.” He spoke. He was an attractive man, no wonder he was related to Josh. He wore a nice maroon suit, black shoes, his hair was long and wavy but kept clean and styled. He seemed really organized, much more than Josh. 

“You must’ve just not seen me.. I tend to blend in with the background most of the time..” You spoke, hoping he’d drop it. 

“Hm. Okay, then. Carry on.” He spoke, smiling softly with a smirk hidden behind the soft smile, his eyes looking back down at his notes as you quickly walked away.

Fuuuck. Did I just get caught?

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Love Locks

A Valentines Day story from the Not Just For Christmas series

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Authors Note: Harry is a hopeless romantic and Y/N isn't but let's him get swept up in the Valentine's Day festivities anyway because it makes him happy. This is the gift Harry got Y/N if you're curious! X

Word Count: 3k+

SFW

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Paris on Valentine’s Day was, for lack of a better, a fucking nightmare. It was disgustingly busy as loved up couples were hanging off of each other at every turn. What was Y/N’s nightmare, however, was Harry’s dream come true. Harry Styles would be the first to admit he’s a hopeless romantic. He indulges in a romantic comedy film at least once a week, he has playlist after playlist containing endless love songs, and as January comes to a close and February eases in, he thrives on everything in the shops turning red and pink as he buys into all the novelty, heart-shaped rubbish they have to offer as the most important day of February creeps closer. Well, second most important day, after his own birthday of course. Valentine’s Day had become one of Harry’s favourite days, especially in recent years and his love for the day of love has only grown as he and Y/N celebrated their sixth one together this year. So yes, he’s a hopeless romantic. Love songs, movies, heart-shaped chocolates and all and is there anything more fitting for a hopeless romantic than whisking the love of his life off to the city of love to spend his favourite day? 

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Vincent had his lunchbox and stuffed bunny packed and was off on a two-night sleepover at his day-care and boarders, ‘Barkingham Palace’ and Harry had swept Y/N off to the airport soon after they had bid goodbye to the happy golden retriever. 

Now it wasn’t as if Y/N hated Valentine’s Day, she was fine with it, it was lovely but she didn’t need all the flounce and showmanship that came with the day. But Harry loved it, and she’d let him do whatever he pleased to mark the special day to see the smile and permanent pink blush that seemed to stain his face on days like today. 

He had started their day in Paris by waking her gently. Crawling under the swathes of blankets that buried her in the hotel bed, his nose skimming the surface of her neck and alongside her cheek as he pressed whispers of kisses into her sleep-warmed skin until her eyelashes began to flutter as she stirred from her sleep. She could feel the warmth of Harry’s body as he held himself above her as his kisses began to press heavier on her skin.

“Mmm, g’morning,” she mumbled, wrapping her arms around his mid-section, pulling him down, revelling in the weight of him against her, “why’re y’dressed already?” she questioned with a pout when she felt his fully clothed body.

“Good morning, m’valentine,” he smiled before gripping her chin and kissing her soft lips, trying his hardest to deepen it but Y/N stopped him by turning her head away with a giggle. 

“Nuh-uh, morning breath, plus m’not your Valentine, you never even asked me. Now answer the question, why are you dressed?” she shuffled them round so they were lying on their sides facing one another.

“I’m dressed because I’ve already been out this morning,” his finger booped her nose when it scrunched in confusion, thinking she would have heard him slip out or he would have at least told her he was popping out. “As for the Valentine thing, I sort of assumed it came with the territory what with being together for near enough six years” he quirked an eyebrow with a smirk. 

“I still like to be asked, thought you were meant to be the romantic one?” she cuddled into the warmth of his chest.

“Oh, I’m very sorry, good thing I popped out early this morning then, eh?” Harry pulled himself out of her embrace and swung his legs back out the bed to go get something as she whined about him getting out of bed, “hush up, m’coming back,” he called back, with a teasing lilt in his voice, from the living area of the suite they were staying in. Y/N wriggled herself up in bed so her back was against the headboard, hands resting atop the puffy, white duvet of the bed as Harry reappeared back in the doorway. Y/N rolled her eyes playfully as a shy smile and giggle came from her when she saw the human embodiment of Prince Charming, with the twinkly eyes and showstopping smile to boot, crossing the threshold of the bedroom with a bouquet of the reddest roses you’ve ever seen paired with soft baby’s breath gypsophila and greenery, tied off with a silk satin ribbon in his right hand along with a card he was holding between his index finger and the bouquet. In his left hand was two boxes, one with branding she knew very well and another that was covered in plush velvet. “So, Miss Y/S/N, m’heart and soul and all that is good in my life,” Harry crooned as he approached the bed, sitting on the edge, “do me the honours and be my Valentine?” he asked as he handed her the bouquet. 

Y/N eyes slipped shut as inhaled the perfume of the flowers before blinking them back open, “oh, I suppose so, I couldn’t take the heartache seeing your face if I said no,” she giggled before leaning forward and placing a delicate kiss on the corner of his mouth. A light blush tinged his cheeks as the hand that still had the card in it, punched the air and he let out a quiet ‘yes!’ under his breath.

“For you, my love,” he handed over the card and the two boxes as he took the flowers from her and went over to place them in the vase of water he had set up on the sideboard while she slept this morning. Y/N opened the envelope to reveal a delightfully tacky Valentine’s card that described her as wonderful, and special, and lovely, and delightful in the curly font of the printed poem on the front. She opened the card to see Harry’s handwriting with a much more personal note inside, as he wrote about what she meant to him and how she was the perfect Mum to their dog and how he can’t wait for as many Valentine’s days together as she’ll give him. 

“Christ,” Y/N croaked out, her voice thick with emotion as she fanned her glazed over eyes with the card, Harry whipped round from his flower arranging with a look of worry on his face, as Y/N waved her hand trying to insinuate that she was fine. “Y’should try this writing stuff out professionally, you’re quite good at it,” she joked, placing the card on the bedside table next to her. 

“Yeah? I’ll think about it, pretty,” Harry smiled as he perched on the edge of the chest of drawers where the flowers now sat pretty in the middle. “Want to open your gifts?” he nodded towards the two boxes. 

“Ladurée macarons? Y’know the way to my heart, don’t you?” Y/N opened the box pulling out a pink tinged treat, biting off half of the raspberry flavoured macaron before handing the other half off to Harry who chewed it down quick. 

“Try m’best,” Harry shrugged, “got one left,” his eyes glanced to the velvet covered box by her leg, as Y/N picked up the box with a deep breath, “don’t shit yourself now, m’not proposing in Paris, I know I’m a romantic but I’m not that predictable,” Harry smirked, “jus’ something pretty for my pretty.��� 

Y/N cracked the box open to see a golden bracelet fastened to the cushion of the box, with heart shaped precious stones in multi-colours fastened to the band of the bracelet. “Fuck off, Harry,” Y/N gasped, her fingers tracing the purple amethyst heart before running over the peridot stone next to it. 

“That’s the one, right?” he asked, slightly unsure, she had mentioned the bracelet once in a passing comment when she it online, just a quick, ‘look how pretty this is’ while shoving her phone under his nose. 

“Yeah, this is the one,” she breathed out, unable to tear her eyes away from the pretty jewellery. 

“Thank Christ,” Harry laughed as she thrust her wrist and the box out towards him, silently demanding he fasten it on her. He stood at the edge of the bed as he pulled the bracelet from the box and wrapped it around her wrist, “like it, then?” 

“Love it, too expensive though, H,” she chastised as the cool metal slinked against her skin. 

“Eh, worth it,” he shrugged with a smile. 

“You’re trying really hard to get your leg over, aren’t you?” Y/N giggled. 

“Is it working?” he flirted, raising an eyebrow. 

Y/N flopped the duvet that had been covering her open, “c’mere and find out,” and Harry didn’t have to ask twice before pouncing on top of her as she shrieked in laughter as his mouth attached to her neck. “I love you,” she breathed, combing her fingers through his hair as he peered into her eyes. 

Harry’s smile burst across his face like the morning sunlight in the sky, crinkles appearing by his eyes, “and I love you” he said sincerely before sealing his lips over hers. 

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With Y/N dressed and Harry redressed, Harry had her by the hand and was pulling on her hand through the streets of Paris, seemingly on a mission. 

“Slow down, y’going to rip my arm out it’s socket and I don’t think that’s very romantic,” Y/N huffed out a breath trying to keep up with his long strides. 

“Sorry, m’heart, jus’ want t’get there before it’s proper busy,” he slowed down slightly, not enough to make much of a difference. Y/N was grumbling, keeping her hand latched onto Harry’s as she dodged a couple who apparently just couldn’t wait and had to stop directly in front of her in order to suck the face off each other in the middle of the pavement.

“Get where?” she hurried after him before slamming into his back as he stopped dead at his destination with no pre-warning, “eh ow?” she complained, rubbing her forehead and then the back of Harry’s coat where her makeup had slightly transferred onto the fabric. 

“Sorry, baby,” he tried not to laugh as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. 

“Yeah, you will be. Fuck, I feel like I’ve walked into a romcom or somethin’” Y/N looked around them, “there’s couples smooching everywhere,” some of them could definitely get in trouble for indecent exposure the way they were going at it on a busy street at 10:30 in the morning. 

“Are you implying something?” Harry’s arms settled around her waist, pulling her close, his arms clasping at the base of her spine. 

“Well, y’know I’ll never say no to a kiss,” she clapped her hands down on his shoulders and reached up on her tiptoes to press a series of kisses onto his lips. “Now, what did you bring me all the way to Paris for, hm?” 

“For this,” he stood back and through his arm out, revealing a bridge that crossed the Seine. 

“Y’brought me to Paris for a bridge?” Y/N gave him a look from the side of her eye, “I mean it’s a nice bridge, H…” 

“Not just a bridge, it’s the bridge,” he laced their fingers together again as he began to walk them across the wooden slats that for a bridge had a remarkable amount of people, couples, lingering on it. “This is the Pont des Arts,” Harry said proudly. 

“Oh, is this the padlock place thingy?” Y/N asked, and she now could see the beginnings of padlocks of various sizes, colours and shapes, locked onto the bridge. 

“‘The padlock place thingy,’ really? Yeah, lovie, it’s where the Love Locks got popular,” Harry spoke, a dreamy sort of smile on his face as he looked at all the tokens of peoples love attached to the panels. As they said, he’s a hopeless romantic.

“You want to put one on, don’t you?” Y/N grinned, she knew him too well, he’s a sucker for this type of thing. 

“Why else would I bring you to Paris?” he asked as if it was obvious. 

“Alright then,” she sighed, “let’s pick a spot, yeah?” as Harry tugged her to one side of the bridge and began looking for a little space. 

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“It’s a shame they get cut off by the city council after a little while,” Y/N spoke, watching Harry as he was crouched down reading the engravings on every lock he could see, every so often he’d go, ‘look baby, this one has been here since 2008!’ or ‘look they’ve put their baby’s name and birthday on it too, maybe we could come back and add another if we have a baby.’

“Humour me, yeah?” Harry stood back to his feet beside her and began shuffling through the tote bag he had on his shoulder before pulling out a bronze padlock and a sharpie from the depths of the bag.

“Yeah, sorry,” she looked at him as he took the cap off the sharpie and began writing, his tongue poking out the edge of his mouth in concentration, “what are y’writing on it?” 

“Hm, hang on, I’ll show y’when m’done,” he mumbled before blowing on the wet ink, trying to dry it down before flipping the lock in his hand to write on the other side too. 

“All these locks are corroding and destroying the bridges you know, years old architecture, not even just here, all over the world,” Y/N said as she watched a couple, clearly still young enough to be school students fasten a lock to the bridge, they’ve probably only been together a week, Y/N thought to herself, snapping her eyes away from them as they started a very awkward, wet, sloppy looking kiss. 

“Baby, stop,” Harry whined. 

“Sorry! I’m sorry, ours won’t do that, we’ve got a special lock,” Y/N giggled as Harry rolled his eyes playfully. “Do you know at some bridges; they are arresting and fining people for doing this?” Y/N piped up again without thinking.

“Oh my God, Y/N/N,” Harry capped the sharpie, tossing it back into his bag before looking up at her, “you’re like Valentine’s Day Satan, the grinch of love languages,” Harry chuckled pulling her under his arm as they faced the sea of locks. 

“Sorry, my love, I’ll stop, know it’s important to you,” she squeezed his side before pointing out a gap on one of the railings, “how about right there?” 

“That’s perfect, sweets,” Harry pressed a kiss to the top of her head as he unlocked the padlock. 

“Gonna show me what you wrote first?” she nudged him with her hip to remind him as he passed the lock into her free hand. There, in the nicest handwriting Harry could muster up given the size restraints and writing tool, read H.S and Y/N’s initials, with the date of the 1st of September 2017, the date they made it official, scrawled underneath. Y/N smiled up at Harry’s bashful looking face, the pink blush she loved so much tickling his cheeks again, as she flipped the lock over. On the back, in tiny writing, read ‘Vincent Styles, 15/6/20’ his birthday in the middle of June. Y/N pouted at their dog’s name as her thumb rubbed over the tiny paw print Harry had drawn on in the corner. “Our baby,” Y/N smiled. 

“Had to include him, he’d somehow know if I didn’t and wouldn’t talk to me when we pick him up tomorrow,” Harry said as Y/N laughed at how true it was, he really was a Mummy’s boy of a dog. “Gonna help me lock it on, m’heart?” he asked as he crouched down in front of the railing, as Y/N nodded, bending down next to him. Together the hooked the latch round the railing and pressed it firmly into the lock, pulling the keys free. 

Y/N hummed as she looked at it, as much as she wasn’t as big a romantic as Harry, there was something about seeing it locked on there for the foreseeable future that made her tummy feel fizzy. In a good way. It felt permanent, the couple knew they were forever, but it was nice seeing something physical that proves that. 

“Knew I’d get you on side,” Harry laughed, nudging her, making her lose her balance as they remained crouched in front of the lock. 

“Oh, fuck off, you got me, it’s a nice idea alright,” she rolled her eyes as Harry helped her back to standing by the hand. “What do we do now? Toss the keys in the water?” Y/N peered over the edge of the railing into the murky water of the Seine. 

“I think that’s what your meant to do, but a fuck load of keys in a river doesn’t scream eco-friendly does it?” Harry asked, twirling the key ring around his finger. 

“Want to just shove them in the bin? It’s a bit less romantic but I suppose still does the unsalvageable idea? That is unless you dump me and want to go metal detecting through landfill to get the lock off?” Y/N joked. 

“I’m positive there’s more chance of you dumping me,” Harry said as he began walking over to the nearest rubbish bin with her hand still in his.

“How about none of us do any breaking up with the other? I don’t think I could co-parent Vince, he’d also hate it and would be packing his lunch bag and bunny to run away,” Y/N giggled. 

“Yeah, Vinnie is dramatic like that,” he agreed. 

“He’s your son, of course he is,” Y/N teased.

“Oi!” Harry looked at her in faux shock, “thank you for doing this with me,” he then said, almost shyly. 

“I’ll do anything y’want with you, you know that. Plus, this was actually pretty nice. You’ve got me locked down forever now, Styles, literally,” she nodded towards the section of the bridge where their lock was tied on. Harry smiled down at her, a soft look in his eyes. “My hopeless romantic of a boyfriend, eh?” Y/N grinned back, before reaching up and combing some of his loose curls back. 

“Keys in the bin, then?” Harry asked. 

“Keys in the bin,” she confirmed as Harry slung the keys into the metal bin hearing them land in the bottom with a clang. The symbol of their everlasting love for each other and their dog now attached to the Pont des Arts forever. Or until the city council cuts it off in a month. 

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[hazza-bear-care]

Owned, but Trashy

Based on my own experiences with hickeys and the people that gave them to me.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader.

Warnings: Avengers being rude and judgmental, insecure/shy reader, swearing, mentions of smut

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Y/N loved hickeys. There was just something about them that made her feel loved, adored, and wanted. In the past, she had always been cautious about where her hickeys were placed on her body, opting for the collarbone down since they'd be easier to hide. However, when she met Bucky, she didn't care if there were hickeys on her neck. She wanted people to know that she was claimed, that someone loved her enough to mark her up so other creepy people wouldn't make an effort to talk to her.

One morning, after a particularly steamy evening with Bucky, Y/N woke up absolutely covered in hickeys. Bruises littered her body, all of them dark and angry, but relatively easy to hide with her clothing. All except the two on her neck.

"Good morning, Gorgeous. How'd you sleep?" Bucky questioned as he emerged from the bathroom. He was fresh from a shower, body glistening with water as droplets slid down his toned chest and absorbing into the towel wrapped dangerously low around his waist. Bucky looked absolutely delicious, but Y/N was always slightly disappointed when the marks she left on him faded practically overnight due to his advanced healing. Y/N distinctly remembered leaving a hickey of her own on his left pectoral, right above his heart, but there was nothing there as she watched another drop of water slide over where she left the mark.

"I slept well. How about you? Anymore nightmares?" Y/N countered, wincing slightly as she stood from her place in bed. She was sore, legs still shaky to the point where she almost couldn't hold up her body weight. Bucky chuckled softly at the sight of his girlfriend struggling to stand on her own, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her waist, both in comfort and support. The couple shared a quick kiss once they were united, Bucky pulling away with a small smile.

"No, Princess. I never have nightmares with you." Y/N smiled and scoffed, clearly spotting Bucky's lie. He usually has nightmares, waking Y/N up in the process. She shivered as Bucky moved her hair back behind her shoulders, taking in the sight of his handiwork on her neck. He planted a kiss on each one, feeling slightly guilty over how dark they had grown over the hours they had slept.

"Well, I appreciate you lying to me, Buck. Is there any hot water left?" Bucky laughed at her accusation, but nodded anyway, moving away from his girl so she could take a shower in peace while he got ready for the day.

Once she was in view of a mirror, Y/N was able to fully see every mark Bucky had left on her body. She had bruises on her breasts from where Bucky had sucked on them, her nipples still slightly puffy. He had nipped her tummy as he slid down to the apex of her thighs, so there were small bruises that adorned her abdomen. Before going down on her, Bucky had spread her legs as wide as they could go, and hickeys were scattered over the insides of her thighs before disappearing as they got closer to her pussy. Turning around, she audibly gasped at the sight of full handprints on her ass cheeks from where she had been spanked repeatedly. She liked it rough, and Bucky always delivered on that promise, but she never had this many marks to worry about.

Before she jumped in the shower, she took the time to examine the dark marks on her neck, both bruises sitting nicely on her jugular veins. Y/N sighed, getting in the shower and scrubbing away most of the memories from the previous night.

Once out of the shower and wrapped in a warm towel, Y/N stood in front of the mirror once more, her makeup scattered on the counter in front of her as she attempted to cover the bruises on her neck. She wasn't very successful due to just how dark the hickeys were, their pigment slipping through the coverage of her concealer and color corrector. She sighed out of frustration and positioned her dried hair over the marks to hide them from her teammates downstairs.

She dressed comfortably, a snowstorm trapping everyone inside for the next two days at least. As she slowly made her way downstairs, she was met with laughter and conversation coming from the dining room table where breakfast was served. A hush fell over everyone as Y/N made her way over to the table, sliding into an empty seat next to Natasha.

"Well, well! Look who finally decided to join us! Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!" Sam called through a mouthful of scrambled eggs.

"Shut up, Sam. If you heard what they were doing last night, you'd understand why she AND Bucky slept as late as they did." Steve countered, causing Y/N to freeze in her place. She knew she was loud, but the walls of the compound were very thick, so her volume was usually never a problem. Bucky, who was sitting across the table, was also shocked into silence, jaw clenching as he listened to his so-called friends heckle him for loving his girl and treating her right.

"You guys heard us?" Y/N asked softly, a blush spreading across her face as she eyed her team.

"Not all of us, just me. Heightened senses, ya know?" Steve clarified, taking a sip of his coffee like had hadn't just announced to everyone that he heard his best friends fucking. Attempting to swallow the lump in her throat, Y/N excused herself back to her room, hoping a workout would help her clear her mind. She changed into a sports bra and leggings, not bothering to put her hair up seeing as it was doing a fairly good job hiding the hickeys on her neck. She walked back into the kitchen, headphones around her neck, filling up her water bottle before heading to the basement gym to work out her frustrations.

As Y/N stood in the center of the room stretching, a voice interrupted her.

"Mind if I join you? I haven't had a good spar in a while." Natasha asked, approaching Y/N cautiously, as if she were a mountain lion ready to pounce.

"Um, sure, but I wasn't planning on sparring, just doing some cardio." Natasha hummed in response, taking a quick glance at Y/N as she continued to warm up. As her arms stretched over her head, her leggings slipped a bit, revealing the small bite marks Bucky had left on her stomach. Natasha pretended not to notice, but watched as Y/N walked over to a treadmill.

"You're going to do cardio without putting your hair up? Brave girl." Y/N paused again, searching Natasha's face for any sign of joking or teasing.

"I didn't realize I forgot a hair tie until I was already down here." Y/N explained quickly.

"I have an extra! Here, I'll help you put your hair up since you always like how I do mine." Natasha grabbed Y/N's wrist and pulled her over to a bench, pushing the girl to sit as Nat stood behind her, gathering her hair into a ponytail. She pulled a few strands out to frame Y/N's face and examined her work, eyes trailing over Y/N once again to admire how well the ponytail worked with her facial features.

"Thank you for your help, Nat. I'm going to run now." Natasha once again watched as Y/N walked away towards the treadmill her stuff was stationed at, standing on it as she adjusted the speed.

From where Natasha was standing, she noticed the slight orange tint to Y/N's neck, and the revelation hit her like a ton of bricks.

"Wow. When you and Bucky go at it, you leave no stone unturned do you?" Natasha wondered aloud, the admission making Y/N stumble and fall off the treadmill.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Y/N yelled, wincing as she stood up and turned off the machine she was on.

"The hickeys. I'll admit you did good hiding the ones on your stomach, but I can tell you have some on your neck as well. The makeup doesn't match, Y/N." Natasha said casually.

"Great. Thank you so much for pointing that out to me, Romanoff." Y/N replied angrily. Referring to her teammates by last name was only something she did when she was extremely upset or frustrated with them. She ripped her hair out of the ponytail, flinging the hair tie back in Nat's general direction before gathering her stuff to leave the gym.

"I thought we were going to spar!" Natasha objected as Y/N made her way to the door.

"Kiss my ass, Romanoff." And with that, Y/N went back upstairs.

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On the way back to her room, it seemed like Y/N was never going to live last night down. Every member of the Avengers from Tony to Peter were scattered in different places in the living room, arguments about what movie to watch ensuing.

"Y/N! What movie should we start the marathon with?" Peter called as Y/N walked by, attempting to slip past everyone unnoticed. Peeking around the curtain of hair she had discreetly positioned to hide her tears and flushed face, she made eye contact with the youngest member of the team, who instantly furrowed his brows in confusion and concern.

"Um, Star Wars." She mumbled, hoping that was enough of an answer for her to escape, but before she could take another step, Tony's voice stopped her.

"Pump your brakes, Hickey Queen. There are nine Star Wars movies. Which one are you recommending?"

"I don't give a shit which one you start with, Stark. As far as I'm concerned, you all can suck my dick." Y/N bit back, looking down and noticing that more of the hickeys on her stomach were visible.

"Woah! Bionic Man, do you hear how she's treating us? Maybe you should help her out by fucking that attitude out of her." Tony replied, loud enough for Y/N to hear as she retreated upstairs. The door to her room slammed shut, locking it behind her as she screamed into a pillow.

Her team had never been this rude to her. Yes, they had poked fun at her before, making comments about how quiet and shy she was, but those never bothered her. She knew they were joking, but today, it didn't seem fun or friendly; it was accusatory. Like she had kept everyone in the compound awake as Bucky fucked her relentlessly for hours on end. She had never been this embarrassed by people she called friends.

A knock on her door interrupted the crying fest she had begun, but she made no move to answer. Another knock.

"FRIDAY, who's at the door?" Y/N mumbled, not caring if the AI couldn't hear her.

"Seargeant Barnes and Peter Parker, Miss. Would you like me to let them in?"

"Fine." The lock on the door clicked quietly as her bedroom door opened. When Bucky and Peter entered, they were met with Y/N's back.

"Honey, are you okay?" Bucky asked softly, coming to kneel beside her so he could see her face. Peter opted to sit on the bed next to her, softly rubbing her back in an attempt to comfort his friend.

"No, I'm not okay! You heard what they've been saying about us all day. Steve heard us, Natasha noticed my hickeys, and Tony made it a point to tell EVERYONE that I had more and couldn't do a better job of hiding them. What have they said to you?" Y/N whined, shrugging away from both of the guys in her room, sitting on the floor with her back to the wall.

"They haven't said much, but I've made every effort to defend you, lovebug. However, I don't think they're intending to upset you." Bucky replied, keeping his distance from his crying girlfriend.

"They are, Mr. Barnes. After breakfast, Wanda pointed out that Y/N's neck looked off. She said it looked like she was covering something up. When Y/N came down in her workout gear, Natasha said she was going to follow her, figure out what she was trying to hide. Once Y/N came upstairs, Natasha texted Wanda what happened. That's why Tony called her "Hickey Queen" when asking what movie we should watch." Bucky saw red. How could they go through all this effort of being sneaky just to make fun of Y/N?

"Why didn't you say anything sooner, kid?" Bucky asked through his teeth, calming himself before he went off on Peter.

"I didn't know who they were talking about until the movie discussion, otherwise I would have. I'm sorry." Peter explained, shrinking away from Bucky who just kept getting angrier as the discussion went on.

Once she heard what happened, Y/N stood up so fast she made herself dizzy.

"FRIDAY, tell everyone to gather in the living room, now."

"Yes, Miss, Y/N. Would you like me to alert you when everyone is there?" The AI responded.

"No. We'll already be there."

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The team was gathered, confusion scattered over everyone's faces as they looked at Y/N, who was standing in front of the fireplace with her arms crossed over her chest.

"What is this about?" Tony asked, feeling a chill run down his spine as he caught Y/N's glare.

"Hickeys. A little birdie told me my business was spread through the team because some nosy little redheads couldn't mind their own." Y/N replied, glaring at Wanda and Natasha who were both sitting on the same couch. Wanda didn't meet Y/N's gaze, embarrassed that she was being called out in public. Natasha however, scoffed and rolled her eyes, used to being interrogated in worse conditions.

"Listen, Y/N, I was just-"

"No, I talk, Wanda. Last time I checked, I was an adult. I'm old enough to make my own decisions, and the fact that I spent all day being bullied by my friends was a real dick move by all of you. If you wanted details about my sex life so fucking badly, you should have asked ME rather than coming up with a stupid ass plan to embarrass me and Bucky."

"Y/N."

"I AM STILL TALKING! Jesus fucking Christ! Steve, I don't give a shit if we kept you up all night. What two people in a RELATIONSHIP do is no one else's concern. If Bucky was a dickhead and cheating on me, THEN you can judge our relationship. But the fact that I'm getting more action than half of you does NOT give you the right to spy on me because you're too chicken shit to ask a simple fucking question. How would you guys feel if I revealed your secrets?"

"We don't have any secrets." Bruce countered.

"Oh, no secrets huh? You tried to kill yourself because you couldn't stand living with the other guy. Steve is a virgin. Natasha had a complete hysterectomy. Wanda and Vision have a kinkier sex life than Bucky and I do. Last week, I walked in on Tony and Pepper going at it right where you guys are sitting. Barton has an entire fucking FAMILY hidden away. No secrets my ass. But now, how do you feel about my revelations, Wanda?"

"I hated it. Especially the part about me and Vision." She mumbled, her fingernails more interesting to mess with then looking at Y/N.

"Now you know how I feel. Doesn't feel good, does it?" Y/N pressed. Wanda shook her head.

"That's what I thought. You guys are such assholes and I expect an apology from all of you before you get one from me. You have until the end of the week, or else I'll spread so much gossip about all of you, you'll wish you were never born. Am I understood?" No one said anything.

"You know what, Y/N? You're a trashy little slut who jumped on the first dick that gave you attention. Hickeys aren't a form of love or adoration like you think they are." Natasha countered, smirking at how taken aback Y/N was at her comment.

"You're right, Romanoff, they're not a sign of love or adoration," Bucky chimed in, causing Y/N to turn her head in his direction before he continued. "They are a sign that she's MINE. I do love and adore her, and I mark her up so others know that. I love marking her up, she loves being marked up, and I don't see how that is anyone else's problem but mine and hers."

"Oh please! You didn't even like her until she spread her legs for you." Natasha argued back. Bucky lost his cool, stomping towards Natasha so quickly, she didn't have time to react before a metal hand wrapped around her throat. Natasha's eyes went wide as she struggled against Bucky's grip, her hand frantically clawing at his metal one.

"Shut. Up. Or I will kill you right here, right now. Understood?" Bucky growled at Natasha, who quickly nodded.

"The same goes for all of you, so I'd do what the lady said and apologize." As he finalized his thoughts, he released the hold he had on Natasha, the redheaded spy choking on the air she pulled in. Everyone else in the room nodded. Bucky threw one final glare at everyone before grabbing Y/N and taking her upstairs.

By weeks' end, everyone had apologized to Y/N in one form or another. Natasha apologized verbally, then kept her distance as to not anger Bucky. Wanda made her family recipe of Paprikash and presented it to Y/N, who gratefully accepted the peace offering. Tony sent Y/N a bouquet of tulips every day until she ran out of space in her room to put them. Steve apologized by moving to a completely different floor.

The next time Y/N had hickeys, she didn't bother to hide them, and everyone on the team kept their mouths shut.

[weirdkpopgirl]

Food is Love | Dream Headcanon #10

Headcanon: Food is Love ♡

Genre: Fluff, fluff, and more fluff!

Warnings: Mentions of food?

Word Count: 2736k

Author's Note: Honestly, I feel like it's been forever since I wrote a headcanon for the Dreamies. And this specific scenario was on my works-in-progress list for weeks! My friend did help me come up with something for Chenle and Jisung, so I really have to thank her for getting me to finish this tonight. It feels nice to write something fluffy after posting a bunch of angsty stuff. An anon did send in a request about something for Haechan, and I am working on it!

Also, I don't think anyone cares. But I did see NCT Dream last week at their TDS2 concert. My bank account may be crying, but it was so worth seeing seven boys I've come to cherish so much. To me, they're more than just handsome K-pop idols. The Dreamies put a smile on my face daily, and I'm forever grateful. I really hope to see them again someday.

Anyway, I apologize for another long author's note. Thank you for reading ^ ^

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MARK

This has probably been mentioned before, but Mark would be quite the attentive boyfriend. He recalled the other day the two of you were ordering food together late at night. You said something about craving a cheeseburger, but all the American food places were closed. So on your next at-home date, Mark decided he would make you the best burger ever.

Here’s the thing, Mark and cooking did not mix too well. You walked into the kitchen with a questioning look for the man. 

“Mark, dear—what are you doing?” You asked, slightly puzzled.  Ingredients were scattered across the counter, and the paper with the recipe he was using already had a stain.

His lips formed a small pout. “I know you didn’t get to have a burger the last time we hung out. So I thought I could try making one.”

You tried not to laugh at your clueless boyfriend. But you were thankful for how thoughtful he was. As he rambled on, you leaned over the counter to take a peek at the recipe.

“Oh, this doesn’t seem that hard. Let’s do it together,” You suggested, walking around to wash your hands.

Even though you meant for this to be a teamwork thing, Mark just took a step back and let you take over the kitchen. You seemed to know what you were doing, a lot more than he did. He ended up helping with the smaller things like washing the lettuce and slicing the tomatoes.

In the next hour, you and Mark were happily eating the beautiful burgers you made.

“Good job Mark!” You approved, after taking a bite. “We should do this again sometime.”

Mark shook his head and chuckled. “Yeah, but you did like 95% of the work, (Y/n).”

His words caused you to blush and mumble a sorry. Then he’d smile and reassure you with a pat on the head. Even though things didn’t go as planned, Mark was still happy to spend some quality time with you.

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RENJUN

He was awakened by the morning sunshine peeking through the window shades in your bedroom. A sleepy yawn left the boy’s mouth as his eyes adjusted to the natural light. When his arms reached out to stretch, Renjun noticed the left side of the bed was empty. Your absence compelled him to groggily get up to start the day.

After quickly washing up, Renjun left the room in search of his other half. Though he was at the far end of the hallway, he was still able to take in the glorious smell of something delicious.

He spotted you in the kitchen standing behind the counter with a blue plaid apron on, and your hair tied up. A smile crept on his lips, listening to you softly sing his group’s song, Sorry Heart while you poured some water into a glass.

You nearly jumped out of your spine when you heard another voice join in. Panic immediately filled your eyes.

“Huang Renjun, you’re not supposed to be up yet!”

Your boyfriend chuckled and walked over to back hug you. “Good morning to you too?”

“No no no. I was trying to make you breakfast in bed,” You sulked. This was the first time he’s stayed the night at your place, and you wanted to surprise him.

Renjun peered over your shoulder, to see the neatly arranged dishes set up on a wooden tray. 

“Is that doenjang-jjigae?” He asked, pointing to the stone bowl containing murky brown broth. Standing behind you, he realized that the soup was what he had been smelling, along with the freshly cooked purple rice.

You nodded. “And just some banchan to go with it. I also prepared some iced lemon water, since I know you like it.”

He almost wanted to cry, thinking about how much you care to put into all this. And for him? Renjun’s heart swelled with so much adoration and endearment. He turned you around so he could press his lips to your forehead.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?”

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JENO

Due to his work schedule, Jeno and you didn’t get to see each other often. But whenever he had that rare day off, he’d typically spend it with you. So he was at your apartment one day, playing with your kitten in the living room. While you were somewhere else doing who knows what. So Jeno was a little upset that you weren’t paying him attention.

Tired of waiting, Jeno placed your pet in her bed and got up to look for you.

“Jagiyaaa!” He began to whine. But then he stopped when he found you in the kitchen. He caught you while setting up your small wooden dining table, full of steaming food. You had made seolleongtang, beef bone soup, and served it with kimchi on the side.

You couldn’t help but smile at your sulky boyfriend. After placing down two bowls of rice, you walked over to hug him.

“Sorry for leaving you alone. I just wanted to make lunch for you,” You murmured.

Instantly, Jeno blushed in embarrassment as you ushered him to sit down. He didn’t expect you to be doing this sort of thing for him. You even prepared his favorite side dishes!

You watched the boy devour his food with a beaming smile. Jeno didn’t think he'd ever seen you look so overjoyed before.

“You’re like a mother watching her child.” Jeno pointed out.

The smile on your lips grew, as you used your chopsticks to place a piece of meat on top of his rice. 

“I can’t help it! Seeing you eat so well makes me happy.”

Your boyfriend laughed and shook his head. “You’re something else, (Y/n).”

Though he was teasing, Jeno was very appreciative of your sweet gesture. In the back of his mind, he was already planning to cook something for you next time.

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HAECHAN

The two of you only began to date a few months ago. But the moment Haechan saw you, he was already whipped. Not a week went by without his members hearing the singer gushing about your cute habits or the sweet texts you sent twice a week to check up on him. 

Recently he’s learned that you liked to cook, and he would not stop bugging you about it! He was practically dying to try your food. So one day you rushed back home after your morning class to make lunch for him. When you finished making Haechan’s bento, you had a lot of leftover ingredients. So you were able to make six other bento boxes for his members.

The way the boy’s eyes enlarged when he saw you enter the practice room carrying a bag. He had seen your text about coming to visit him but didn’t expect you to bring anything. The Dreamies greeted you with enthusiasm, happy to have a break after hours of dance rehearsal.

“You said you wanted to try my cooking right?” You smiled, placing the bag down on a table before turning to his friends. “I have lunch for you guys too!”

That was how the eight of you sat at the center of the floor in a circle, munching away. The meals you made were pretty simple. Just some bulgogi with rice and vegetables. The night before you had prepared a bunch of side dishes for today.

“Wow, I didn’t know you could cook (Y/n)! Thank you.” Mark’s compliment caused you to blush at the sudden attention. Of course, Haechan took their leader’s praise as an opportunity to brag about you.

“My (Y/n) is the most amazing girlfriend, right guys?” He boasted. “She’s adorable, kind, takes time out of her day to take care of me—”

You shyly nudged the male. “Hyuck, don’t exaggerate.”

“And she’s humble too!” Haechan added.

Jisung shook his head from across the room. “Ugh, you two are insufferable.”

“On a serious note, you better be careful Lee Haechan,” Jaemin warned, flashing a flirtatious smile. “If (Y/n) keeps bringing us home-cooked food, I might just steal her from you.”

Haechan sent a scowl that Jaemin was not fazed by. 

“Don’t try to fool yourself, Na Jaeman,” He sneered, wrapping an arm around you. “(Y/n) is mine, and she loves me very much.”

The amused smile on Jaemin’s face contorted into a look of annoyance. “Yah, I told you not to stop calling me Jaeman!”

You shook your head as the other members joined in on the bickering. Shame on you for presuming that eating with 7Dream would be peaceful.

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JAEMIN

For someone who thought of herself as a slightly below-average person, you didn’t know you’d have much luck with love. And somehow, you ended up catching the attention of Na Jaemin. He was probably the most caring man you’ve ever encountered. His love was never-ending, and he never held back on giving you affection.

About a month into dating, you were determined to do something for Jaemin. After all, relationships should be 50/50. Expressing your emotions outwardly was not your strong suit. So you spent a sleepless night, thinking of what you could do to show Jaemin your feelings.

Jaemin was coming back to his dorm after a recording session for an upcoming album. Though he didn’t like to admit it, today’s schedule had been a tiring one. All he wanted to do was shower and go to bed. But when he noticed your gray slip-on shoes neatly placed near the doorway, the previous exhaustion he was feeling moved to the back of his mind.

As he padded across the room, a pleasantly familiar aroma filled his nose. His eyes enlarged when he found you standing in the dining area. In front of you was a neatly set table, with two stone bowls full of soup, and a heaping plate of meat at the center surrounded by several side dishes.

Then there was you wearing a nervous smile. “I know you must be tired. But you shouldn’t go to bed on an empty stomach. And I made cheonggukjang and jeyuk bokkeum since they’re your favorite foods.” 

While you rambled, Jaemin thought his heart would explode from how fast it was beating. He sat down without saying anything, which you slowly followed. You held your breath when he picked up the spoon to try the stew.

“I know it’s not as good as your mom’s but…” Your voice trailed off. You remembered Jaemin raving about his mother’s cooking. Obviously, you couldn’t compete with her. But you were hopeful that Jaemin would still appreciate your efforts.

You watched as he took the first bite, but were unable to read his expression. A million worries flooded your head. Did he hate it? Had you seriously screwed up? What if--

“Marry me.” His deep voice put a pause to your thoughts.

It took a few seconds to process what he just said. But oh man, once you did… Instantly, you were blushing profusely and covering your face. 

“Jaemin, you can’t just say stuff like that!” You mumbled. 

Jaemin smiled at you being all flustered. He had to hold back the urge to jump across the table and give you a thousand kisses.

While eating, he listened to you cutely explain how he always took care of you and was determined to show you cared too. After you were done, he’d reach across the table to take your hand and press his lips to the back of it softly.

 “Jagiya, I seriously have the sweetest girlfriend. Thank you.”

Usually, Jaemin was the one cooking for people, especially his members. The fact that you went out of your way to make him a home-cooked meal was so touching to him. When he told you to marry him, he was half-joking. You might not have been dating for long, but Jaemin was already planning his future with you. And this kind gesture of yours just sealed the deal. The simplest actions were what made him fall for you all over again.

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CHENLE

He was just laying on the couch, watching 7illin’ in the Dream on his phone with Daegal  laying between his legs. Eventually, he got bored of watching himself bicker with his members over foot volleyball. Then he would casually walk into the kitchen while you were prepping some food.

The boy watched as you used a pair of tongs to neatly place some beef chow mein on two plates.

“This was my grandmother’s recipe. I wanted to try making it for us,” You explained, 

Chenle met your grandma before and he had her cooking too. But making Chinese food for him was something you’ve wanted to do since you started dating. So decided to just stick with something you were already familiar with.

You didn’t even need to look up to see the teasing in Chenle’s smile. “You think you can make it better than your grandma?” He challenged.

In response, you merely shrugged and handed him a pair of wooden chopsticks. “Maybe. Try it and tell me.”

Secretly you hoped your boyfriend didn’t notice how nervous you were as he used the utensil to slurp up some noodles. Chenle felt like something exploded in his brain because your food was unexpectedly delicious. Eating this dish brought back memories of when his mom cooked for him.

“What do you think?” You waited for his reaction expectantly.

Despite how much nostalgia Chenle was feeling right now, he wasn’t quite ready to admit your cooking exceeded his expectations.

“It’s alright,” He said. You raised an eyebrow at the boy as he began to dig further into the meal before him. 

“Only alright, huh?”

“It’s because I’m hungry.”

You held back from laughing, clearly not convinced by Chenle’s excuse. 

“Well if my food is just alright, I guess you don’t want to eat it. I’ll feed the rest to Daegal.” You faked a pout and began to pull the food away from him.

Chenle quickly tried to counter his prior words. “Yah, you can’t take away something you offered me first!”

You chuckled and shook your head before telling him to at least eat at the dining table. Later that night, the two of you were laying in his bed. 

“So…when are you going to cook for me again?” He asked out of the blue, sounding all innocent. 

You turned your head to face him. “You really think my cooking is good then?”

“Okay, okay I admit.” Chenle playfully rolled his eyes and pulled you into his arms. “So will you make something tomorrow? You said you know how to make kimchi fried rice too, right?”

Internally, your stomach was doing little flips because of how pleased you were that Chenle approved of your cooking. But you played it off, pretending to give in reluctantly.

“Okay, I guess so.”

“Yes, let’s go man!!!” He shouted in English.

You cursed at him with your eyes for being so loud when you were trying to fall asleep. Chenle laughed in embarrassment and hugged you tighter so you couldn’t escape his embrace. Strangely, the boy’s teasing only made you fall for him more. You guessed it was part of his charm.

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JISUNG

So Jisung was playing games on his PC when a sweet aroma encompassed him. Acting like a stray puppy, the young dancer followed the smell down the hallway. He waddled into the living room, where you were sitting at the dining table. In front of you was a fish-shaped cake pan, and beside it was a heaping plate of freshly made treats.

Jisung gasped and covered his mouth. “Wah, you made bunggeo-bang?”

“Yeah, it’s your favorite right?” You hummed. “I ordered the pan a while ago, and it finally came yesterday.”

Your boyfriend stared in awe as you picked up a piece for him to try. After the first bite, Jisung’s taste buds exploded.

“Oh, mashiso!” He pouted slightly, out of gratitude. 

Staring into your eyes sparkling with joy, made Jisung wonder where and how he got this beautiful thing from. You giggled at his reaction when the male squeezed you into a hug.

“I really love you.”  Usually saying those words were scary for him. But with you, it just felt so right.

You grinned and patted his back. “I really love you too, Jisung.”

And then the two of you went on to feeding each other bunggeo-bang and sharing a lovely moment.

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[krikeymate]

heyyyy, how are you?

so, for the mother's day (and the foster this love au), what about sam and tara having the greatest day, doing all the things together and at night, when tara is going to sleep, she calls sam "mom" without noticing? and sam is like 😭😭

The first time Sam hears Tara call her mom, she's bleeding out on the kitchen floor. She thinks she must have been imagining it, blood loss will probably make you hear all kinds of things. Stuff got pretty hectic after that, and Sam forgets about it. She doesn't hear Tara say it again.

After 7 months of being too nervous to leave the house, Tara wakes her up one Sunday morning, earlier than she'd like on her day off, and asks to go to the zoo. Sam would have said yes anyway, overjoyed that Tara is ready to take that step and move forward with everything that happened, but the fact she brought Sam breakfast in bed makes sure she agrees without pretending to complain about it first. Tara looks so nervous, constantly fidgeting with her hands. Sam doesn't want to scare her off the idea.

So they go to the zoo. Sam's a little concerned that Tara's pushing herself too far, and wonders why now, as she sticks to Sam's side, hand squeezing hers tightly. She's shaking slightly as she eyes all the people around them.

"Hey, so what d'ya wanna see first, the wolves?" She asks, nudging Tara, hoping to distract her. Tara loves wolves, Sam knows she'd never pass up an oppor- Tara shakes her head. "Hyenas," she declares, scanning the park map for a moment before pulling Sam off in the direction of the hyena enclosure. "Huh," Sam mumbles to herself, a little confused as she lets her lead her away by the hand.

"Y'know, hyenas are my favourite animal," Sam says in a faux-whisper, like she's revealing some grand secret. "I know," Tara responds simply, like it was obvious knowledge. It leaves Sam speechless as she tries to figure out how Tara could know that. She's never talked about her favourite animal before... has she? No, no, she's certain.

"And do you know why they're my favourite?" Sam questions, a laugh in her voice as they watch a mother play with her cubs. She's always impressed by Tara's observation skills. "They're pack animals, like wolves," Tara answers, "but the females are in charge. They're fast, and clever, and often misunderstood and misrepresented. Like you."

Sam's a little stunned by Tara's response, and more than a little touched. She blinks back tears. "You forgot one thing," Sam declares. Tara frowns up at her, doubt in her expression, "what?" "I like their spots," Sam says, tapping Tara on the nose in a way that never fails to make her giggle. "They're just like your freckles, adorable."

It's a long day, Tara taking Sam to see every animal she thinks Sam must like (and she's right, much to Sam's amazement). "Look, they're just like us," Sam announces, waving their held hands together at the otters floating past paw-in-paw. By the time they get ice cream, Sam's favourite flavour, and have Sam's favourite food for lunch, she begins to wonder if she's done something to make Tara think she feels bad or that she's having a hard time.

She can't imagine what, she thinks she's been doing pretty well, given... all that happened. It weighs on Sam, seeing Tara get steadily more stressed as the day goes on, watching the way she tries to hide it from her so they can stay a little longer.

By the time they get home, they're exhausted, and arm-in-arm with two new stuffed toy hyenas for their pack. Little sam is sleeping on the two stuffed wolves that sit atop Sam's dresser, and is delighted at the chance to scent mark the new additions.

After their evening routine, Sam flops back onto her bed, Tara cuddling into her side, yawning. "Did you have a good day," Tara mumbles into Sam's neck. "I had the best day," Sam proclaims, closing her eyes, "just like any day with you." Tara hums into her neck. "Thasgood," she slurs, beginning to fall asleep, "love you, mom."

Sam's eyes snap open. Oh.