#but i seriously don’t. in fact I’m annoyed that he took the day off instead of just the afternoon like he said he was intending to do

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baby, oh baby ; satoru gojo

pairing satoru gojo x f!reader word count 1.2k synopsis gojo is surprisingly good at caring. (or: he comforts you while you get morning sickness and start spiraling). content contains thr*wing up (morning sickness), pregnancy, pregnant!reader, domestic fluff, soft!gojo, reassurance

Satoru Gojo knows he’s a dead man from the minute he swings open the bathroom door and finds you curled up by the toilet. 

Even in his shirt and a pair of sweatpants that have clearly seen better days, with your hair all messed up and your lips chapped, Gojo thinks you are absolutely adorable. Beautiful, even. 

He tells you this, thinking it’ll cheer you up, but all you do is narrow your pretty little eyes at him.

“You,” you practically snarl at him. “You did this to me!”

He raises his hands in mock surrender. “Now, honey, I know it’s been a while since you took a biology class, but it takes two of us to, you know—” He gestures to your stomach, which still isn’t showing much of a bump since it’s only the first trimester, but you get the message. He decides he should have just shut up whenever you send him an absolutely scathing glare.

“It’s all my fault.” He immediately changes his tune. “You’re right, honey, I am an awful person for getting you pregnant. You should kill me for my transgressions.” 

“You want to make me a single mother now?” You snap at him.

“Okay, I see that that was the wrong thing to say.” Gojo tries to give you a soothing smile to calm you down, but it comes off as more of a nervous grimace. “I would never die early and let you raise our wonderful child alone. As a matter of fact, I refuse to die only until you tell me it’s okay to do so!” 

“Satoru.” You close your eyes, opening the toilet lid, anticipating another bout of morning sickness to come spilling out your mouth. “Get out.” 

“Nah. That’s the one thing I can’t do.” He dares to take another step into the bathroom, frowning at how cold the marble tiles are. It can’t possibly be comfortable for you to be kneeling on the floor like this, especially since you’re throwing up last night’s dinner. 

“Satoru, I’m not being funny right now. I’m seriously about to vomit, and you won’t want to be here.”

He kneels down by your side, gathering your hair in his hand and pulling it all behind your shoulders. “I’m not being funny, either. I’ll stay by your side no matter what.” 

You don’t reply to his sweet comment, even though you really want to. Instead, you actually do make good on your word, and only after you flush the toilet does he bother saying anything else.

“Do you feel a bit better now?” 

“Yes. No. I don’t know!” You shut your eyes, leaning against him, your back pressed against the warmth of his chest. Being pregnant sounded hot during the heat of the moment when the baby was being made, but now reality is hitting, and you’re already crying about how ugly maternity clothes are. You look like a wreck right now, and you’re barely nine weeks in with the pregnancy. Meanwhile, Satoru looks fan-fucking-tastic, as he always does. 

His hand finds yours easily, and he intertwines your fingers together. He starts to absentmindedly fiddle with your wedding ring as he talks. 

“What’s bothering you?” 

You know that while Satoru was pursuing you, there was a long line of women all excited and ready to be the one by his side. You know that Satoru sometimes is a certified flight risk, running away from intimacy when the feeling gets too overwhelming for him. You know that Satoru is the only man capable of breaking your heart, and he’s subsequently the only man who would be able to piece it back together. Even with a ring and a legal certificate binding you two together, there are still annoying little doubts running in the back of your mind that has only worsened through your anxiety of life literally being grown inside of you and unbalanced hormones. 

“Everything.” You tell him, and it’s not even a joke or an exaggeration. 

“Well, tell me something that’s bothering you now. Something I can solve.” He adds on this last sentence, already knowing that you would most likely ask him for the impossible just to be funny. As conceited as he acts to the outside world, Satoru is surprisingly caring and observant towards others. 

“What if our baby is ugly?” You look up at him, gauging his reaction.

At first, his eyes widen, and then he laughs. You can tell it’s genuine because you can feel the way it comes from his chest. 

“It has us as its parents. With both our genes combined, it won’t have much to worry about.”

“No! I’m serious! Haven’t you heard the saying that two pretty people make an ugly baby?” 

“Well, we’ll be the exception.”

“I’m being serious, Satoru! Your eyes are kinda scary to look at sometimes. Our baby will need brown contacts if it inherits your eyes.” 

Oh, so because you’re emotionally fragile, you’re allowed to make comments about his eyes? Satoru snorts. You better be lucky he loves you so much. 

“Why does it matter if our baby is ugly? Why is our baby being ugly even a thought in your mind?”

“This world sucks. Looking good is key to having an enjoyable experience on earth. You should start worrying about our child’s future, too, you know!” 

“I would fight the entire world if it mistreated our baby.” Satoru presses a reassuring kiss to the top of your head. “And I know you would, too. So who cares if our baby is ugly?”

“That’s not the point, Satoru!” You frown, knowing that you’re being ridiculous right now, but who else could handle you in this state if not him? There’s a reason why he’s the one you call your husband, and he’s the one who put the aforementioned potentially-ugly baby inside of you. 

“Fine. If our baby is ugly, let’s leave it on Kento’s doorsteps and let it be his problem for the next eighteen years. Then, we can get started on the next and hope the second time’s the charm. Sounds like a solid plan?” He doesn’t mean it, but he knows it’s best to just try and nip these hypotheticals in the bud. 

You’re silent for a moment. Then, “You’re awful! I would love our baby, even if it had your eyes and crazy ass hair.” 

“I would love our baby, too. Ugly or not. You know why?”

“You’re going to say something corny.” 

“I was going to say that I would love our baby because it came from you. Nothing ugly is coming out of your body, babe. And anyway, I love you so much, how could I hate anything that’s literally half you?” 

Even if you’re in the mood to be annoying and insecure, and your brain is telling you to argue some more with your husband, you can’t help but relax after hearing this. 

(Nine months later, all your worries seem to be all for naught; your son is the cutest thing to be born.)

[babyleostuff]

stupid in love | jeon wonwoo

song rec: stupid in love

fluff 𐙚 established relationship 𐙚 idol!wonwoo x gn!reader 𐙚 wc: 928

“why don’t we get married in las vegas?” 

you looked over at your boyfriend who was doing his usual gaming business, while you laid on the bed upside down with your head hanging down from the edge of the bed, bored out of your mind. 

“whatever you want baby,” he sighed, clearly not paying attention to what you had just said. your boyfriend wasn’t the type to make rash decisions, especially when it came to something as important as marriage, hell - he was scared of getting married, so it was clear as day that he was ignoring you.  

you pursed your lips, and rolled your eyes annoyed. your plan on pranking wonwoo clearly wasn’t working, and sadly that was your last idea of keeping yourself occupied while your boyfriend was busy playing cute cat games instead of spending time with you. 

“it’s not like we need a guest list, right?” 

he only hummed in agreement, still not paying much attention to your words. 

“mingyu could be the groomsman,” you kept talking to yourself, twirling one of your hair strands around your finger. “oh, and we could get matching tattoos! that’d be so much-” 

“we could get what?” wonwoo turned around in his chair at the speed of light, looking at you with pure horror in his eyes.

“seriously? out of everything i’ve been saying for the past twenty minutes that’s what you chose to hear?” you huffed, and pulled yourself up to sit properly on the bed, fixing the sleeves of the sweater you stole from him.  

“chose to hear?” he tilted his head, and took off his headphones, looking at you with the biggest puppy eyes. now he’s giving you the full attention. bastard. “i’ve been listening to you for the whole time, honey.” 

liar. 

“okay,” you smiled innocently, walking over to where he was sitting. two can play this game. “so who do you want to be your groomsman? i was thinking mingyu, but you know,” you sighed dramatically, cupping his cheek. “maybe you don’t agree with me, maybe you want someone else.” 

you plopped down on his lap, still cupping his cheek to make sure his eyes were on you, although that wasn’t really necessary anymore. wonwoo was looking at you with big, scared eyes with his glasses at the tip of his nose. it seemed that the word “groomsman” had caught his attention now.  

“and after the wedding we could get matching tattoos,” your hands quickly found their way into his hair that was getting so long. not that you were complaining. “as a wedding gift,” you smiled sweetly at him, kissing his nose. 

even though his eyes were screaming send help, your boyfriend looked like the cutest bean ever. sometimes it was worth being a menace. 

“baby you know i love you,” he said slowly, obviously trying to figure out how to tell you that he did in fact not want to get married in las vegas without hurting your feelings. “and you know i’d do anything for you,” he continued, mirroring you and cupping your cheek as well. 

“but don’t you think it’s a bit too soon to think about marriage? and no offense, but i don’t want mingyu to be my groomsman,” he swallowed nervously waiting for your reaction. 

wonwoo frowned as you bursted out laughing, your whole body literally shaking. you buried your face in his neck, and wrapped your arms tightly around his broad shoulders. “why are you laughing? stop making fun of me,” you could hear the cute pout in his voice, something that happened a lot more lately. 

“i’m not making fun of you, i promise,” you cooed, kissing his cheek. “i was just trying to get your attention.”

“why didn’t you just tap me on the shoulder or something? you really scared me with all of that marriage talk!” he exclaimed, trying his best to look offended. 

“and where’s the fun in that, hm?” you smiled and tilted your head. “besides, you heard only the last part of my “marriage talk”, jeon wonwoo, so don’t be a baby about it.” 

he sighed, running his thumb over your cheek. “sorry i wasn’t paying attention to you, i jus-” 

“it’s okay,” you laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. “i was just bored, and in a mood to annoy you. don’t worry about the whole marriage thing, i was just joking. besides, las vegas is the last place we’re getting married,” you bumped your nose with his, and heard him exhale in relief. 

“you know,” he murmured, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “valentine's day is coming up and i have a few days off from work then, and you've always wanted to see paris, so maybe instead of the wedding in las vegas, we could fly to paris for a few days?” 

you placed your chin on his chest looking up at him. “what did i do to deserve you?” 

“i’m asking myself the same question everyday.” 

you both stared at each other for a moment before you both burst out laughing again.

"that was so corny, jeez," you snorted, finally adjusting your boyfriend's glasses, pushing them further up his nose. wonwoo just shook his head and kissed your cheek.

“but if i'm being honest," he said shyly. "no matter how much i fear marriage, i can't wait for the day when we share the last name,” wonwoo cupped your cheeks again, pulling your face to his until his lips were hovering over yours. 

“i’m just so stupid in love with you.” 

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Fake Dating Homelander

Description: Y/N and Homie have to fake date to get ratings up.

Word Count: 878

Y/N sat in her chair in the Seven's headquarters as Stan told her and the worst person on the planet that it would be good for ratings if they started dating. “Absolutely not.” Her response, Homelander, looked offended by that. “Wow, that was harsh.” He joked but Y/N knew he wasn’t joking. She rolled her eyes. “It would help with ratings.” Stan said. Homelander looked at Y/N, “Yeah come Y/S/N don’t you wanna get the ratings up?” She rolled her eyes again, “Not by dating a dickhead like you.” She said. “Ouch.” Y/N knew that she didn’t have a way out of this but still was not going to go down without a fight. “Can’t you get starlight or Maeve?” “Maeve is a lesbian and Starlight is already in a relationship that is public. You’re not.” Stan said. “Okay first of all, Maeve is bi and second I don’t wanna have to act like I’m in love with him.” Y/N pointed at Homelander. “It won’t be that bad.” He gave her a fake smile. Y/N didn’t return it. 

And just like that the relationship was announced a day later. Homelander took her hand as he talked to the crowd. “I love her and she is the light of my life and I’m so happy that we can be public now.” Y/N wanted to puke but instead gave a fake smile and kissed him on the cheek. She hoped someone out there would see through the bullshit and start a rumor.

“Ugh finally.” Y/N said as she let go of Homelander’s hand. It’s been a week and it was already annoying. Homelander didn’t seem to mind it, in fact Y/N had the theory that it was his idea. “Quit being a baby.” He said. She rolled her eyes and entered the elevator that he unfortunately entered as well. “You act like I’m so bad.” “Cuz you are.” “I save lives, I’m a fucking hero. You should be grateful to be with someone like me.” She wanted to laugh at him. He seriously was that delusional. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” She said and exited the elevator. 

Over time Y/N noticed that Homelander wasn’t being pushy with her and he was actually being sweet. Even off camera. She didn’t know why or really understand it but it was kinda nice. A year would pass by before the truth would be revealed. Homelander was supposed to purpose to Y/S/N in front of the whole world. Y/N jaw dropped at the idea. “Why can’t we just break up? Fake dating is one thing but now marriage?” Homie kept silent as she ranted about how it wasn’t a good idea. Stan didn’t care how she felt about it at all, it was going to happen. 

“I have an announcement to make.” He said as the audience clapped. “As you guys may know, the woman next to me is the best person i’ve ever met.” He turns to Y/N as the crowd goes wild. “She is so kind, so caring and so beautiful. This past year has been amazing for me.” Y/N felt herself go red at what he was saying. “But it would be better if it were real.” Everyone goes silent at his words. “Y/N, This past year has been amazing, us fake dating has made me realize that it’s not fake, at least for me. I’ve fallen in love with you and I want this to be real so..” He gets on one knee causing everyone to gasp. “Will you actually marry me?” Her eyes widened as she stared at the ring in his hands. The smile on his face was genuine and it all clicked in her head. The world was waiting for her to answer as she finally made eye contact with him, “No.” His face dropped but he remained on one knee. “I won’t, I can’t marry you.” She said and looked at the crowd. “I’m sorry.” She said and ran off the stage, leaving him there, embarrassed. She turned him down in front of the whole world.

She ran to her dressing room and shut the door. She leaned against it and slid down it. What the actually fuck just happened? She knew that he would want to kill her after embarrassing him but why couldn’t he just stick to the script? What made him think 100% that she would say yes?  A knock at the door broke her from her thoughts. She got up and opened the door. He stood there with a straight face, eyes that didn’t have any emotion behind them. She stood in fear as he didn’t say anything to her but stared. “I don’t know why you went off script and decided to do that. I mean what made you think I would say yes to you?” She asked. “You should’ve either way. You embarrassed me.” He growled. “I don’t love you, let alone like you.” She said. He smiled, an evil and scary smile. “Oh you will. Trust me you will.” He said and left. She stood there and thought of what he could’ve meant by that. He couldn’t make her fall in love with him, right? Does he actually think that she could ever love a monster like him?  

[supernovafics]

you and steve hate each other but you decide to help him when he gets sick

wc: 1k

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it was the sound of two consecutive sneezes followed by a cough that immediately caught your attention when you walked into family video.

“ew, you’re sick,” you said to steve as you adjusted your vest and fixed the nametag which said “robin” instead of your name because you were covering for her while she was out of town for a month.

“i’m fine.”

you simply looked at him. “oh yes, because sneezing and coughing are the signs of someone in perfect health.”

“it’s just really dusty in here,” he said, narrowing his eyes at you. “you probably should’ve cleaned better last night.”

you rolled your eyes at that and almost flipped him off but refrained from doing so last second. there was something about steve that always seemed to annoy you, and you knew that the feeling was fully mutual. it was way too easy to butt heads over nothing or start an argument over the littlest of things. hence why you were barely a minute into your six hour shift and the two of you were already ready to murder each other.

in a way it was funny, though— you two didn’t like each other but somehow you shared a common best friend. a best friend who would do anything to try and make you two become friends. however, through robin’s many failed attempts, it was settled that that was something that would never happen. in the end, she said that it was probably because you and him were way too similar to one another, which you wholeheartedly disagreed with, and that was why you couldn’t be friends.

“let’s just stay away from each other during our shifts, okay? i’d rather not get sick right before the fourth of july,” you told him.

“i’m fine,” he said again and then sniffled, which didn’t help prove his case. “but, i will happily stay far away from you.”

apparently, he wasn’t really fine because the next day he didn’t show up for work and it was just you for the entirety of the morning before keith showed up in the afternoon.

“where’s steve?”

“called in sick,” keith told you. “i almost didn’t believe him, but he actually sounded pretty bad on the phone.”

keith’s words didn’t surprise you at all, but for some reason for the rest of your shift you contemplated going over to steve’s house; bringing him a cup of the soup that was your mom’s recipe but you’d always end up making it for yourself when you were sick because of how much she worked, and also bringing him the cough syrup that seemed to always do the trick. and then you felt stupid for wanting to do anything that would help make him feel better because you didn’t even consider him a friend.

but still, when your shift ended you found yourself heading home to make the said soup and grab the cough syrup, and then proceed to go over to his house. your conflicting thoughts were fighting each other on the entire drive over.

“has this been poisoned?” steve asked when he opened his front door and you told him that you brought him soup since he was sick; hearing the words fall from your lips even surprised you, so his question actually somewhat made sense in your eyes.

but instead of acknowledging the fact that it was really insane that you were at his house right then, you sarcastically decided to say, “shit, i knew i forgot to add one ingredient!”

“ha ha,” he said with a straight face. “seriously, should i trust this?”

you rolled your eyes at him. “oh god, i’m already regretting coming here. just take the fucking soup, harrington.”

after another moment of contemplation, he took the tupperware of soup from your outstretched hand and then opened the door further to let you in. you followed him to the kitchen where he placed the tupperware on the counter.

“you didn’t have to bring me anything.”

you knew that, but there was still something in you that made you want to.

“i know, but i need you to get better fast so that i don’t have to spend another shift only with keith.”

he smirked at you. “so you missed me?”

you forced yourself not to consider his question for a second.

“‘missed’ is a very strong word,” you told him and then quickly changed the subject. “you look really bad right now, by the way.”

he was wearing a hoodie and basketball shorts, his hair was disheveled, and his nose was red from how much you assumed he’d been blowing it all day. it was probably the worst you’d ever seen him and you actually found yourself feeling bad for him, which was something that quickly confused you.

“glad to know your main reason for coming over here was to bully me.”

you smiled at him. “i can’t go a day without it.”

you then remembered something and started to pull it out of your bag. “oh, i brought some cough syrup too. you probably have already taken some, but just in case.”

“i actually haven’t taken anything,” he told you.

you furrowed your eyebrows. “so you’ve just been suffering all day?”

“is that not normal?”

the genuine curiosity in his question confused you for a moment before it all clicked into place. you silently wondered if he had ever been taken care of when he was sick. his parents were rarely ever around so you figured the answer was probably no. it reminded you of how often you’d also have to fend for yourself when you were sick since your mom was barely home. maybe robin was right— you and him were pretty similar.

“no, that’s not normal,” you shook your head at him before handing him the cough syrup. “please take this. you’ll feel better much quicker than if you just ‘let it pass,’ and i can’t believe this is something that i have to explain to you.”

he nodded and took the cough syrup before continuing to eat the soup, which he thanked you for and complimented you on how good it was.

the two of you eventually migrated to the couch in his living room, letting reruns of some random sitcom play out in front of you.

“y’know robin would be very proud of us right now,” steve said, breaking the prevailing silence. “actually being civil with each other.”

“yeah, she would,” you agreed. “but, we’re still not friends.”

“of course not,” he responded with a shake of his head. “the world would probably explode if we were.”

“exactly,” you agreed, letting out a small laugh. “and we cannot allow that to happen.”

but still, as the cough syrup kicked in and he fell asleep leaning on your shoulder, you couldn’t help but feel that something had changed.

[craziness2345]

Chapter 4

So I suck lol I'm sorry this one took so long school and this mixed does not go well at times. I hope you like this chapter and i promise i will bring next chapter out by next week i'm going on vacation and the drive is 16 hours so i'll have time to work on this! let me know how you guys like this chapter please!

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It was weird how our dynamic changed within a week. I haven't had a single nightmare since i started staying with Natasha and wanda it still confuses me why they've been so adamant on me staying with them each night there was a few nights in the beginning of the week where i tried to sleep in my own room feeling bad for bothering them but each time they’d just go straight in my roo to lay with me instead.

I gave up after that and kinda just got used to it i liked not having the nightmares and for once in my life since i was younger i felt safe and protected it was nice having that feeling. It also caused us to get a lot closer. I felt like I was always with them. Now one of us was with the other or together all at the same time. 

But that changed when wanda and natasha had to go on a mission but the worst part about this mission was it was no contact nor was there a set day for them to come back either. It was both nerve wracking and I hated how it made me feel knowing I shouldn't be feeling this way. Sighing to myself i see Natasha and wanda head on over to me dressed in there undercover clothes “ Will you be okay? Wanda asks worriedly.

I nod “ Don’t worry i’m a big girl “ I comment reassuringly even though deep down i know i’m struggling i just show  a happy face” be careful please” I say softly worry evident on my face. Natasha smirks “ It’ll be wanda and i and captain america everything will be fine” Natasha says. I roll my eyes “ Okay “ I laugh giving them each a hug “ But seriously i want my two best friends to make sure to be safe” I say not noticing the small frown on the two red heads faces when i had said best friend. By the time I looked up they were back to smiling at me. “ So have a safe trip and be back in time” I say as they nod giving me one last hug before they head out onto the quinjet steve following not long after he gets out of the elevator as he waves at me before leaving. 

I sigh and slouch in my couch “ so you have a thing for my sestra and her girlfriend L/N Y/N “ I jump off the couch meeting yelena's eyes as mine widen “ Wait what!?” I exclaim my eyes bulging as Kate walks in giggling “ Yelena leave her alone” She says sitting on the couch.

“ What? I’m just stating a fact i mean she gets all googly eyed on them” Yelena says as my cheeks redden “ She nots wrong Y/N and you’re even acting all depressed “ kate point out softly causing me to slouch in the couch again my face beat red. I let a loud scoff pass my lips “ I am not acting depressed” I say dismissively. I decide to sit up as Kate snorts “ Okay Y/N “ She says softly. 

I hear yelena snicker “ You’re such a love sick puppy” she comments” You know Y/N L/N you should well tell them” She shrugs as i give her a dirty look “ there’s Nothing to say to them” I snap as yelena raises an eye “ тупица”  ( Dumbass) I give her a dirty look “ I gotta go “ I grumble annoyed as i stand up and leave kate and yelena teasing me as i leave.

I decide to head into the elevator and go up getting off i head straight to furys office barging in as he looks up instantly” Do no- Oh Y/N what is it” He calms instantly as i sit in the chair across from him shrugging” Nothing just wanted to hang with the old man” I tease. 

He gives me an unamused look” I’m not old” HE corrects causing me to smirk “ Oh yeah yeah that’s what old people say” I tease as he gives me another look rolling his eyes he goes back to his paperwork “ what do you actually want ? “ He asks as I go serious. “ I wanted to know if you have any leads on him” I say, sitting straighter, fur humming and pulling out a folder. 

“ Honestly nothing after he left the hospital went dark” he says. I frown at grabbing the folder looking at the medical records. I scan over all the people looking at the picture. My heart was aching at what I was seeing. I close it, the guilt hitting me. 

“ Stop, I know that face, it was an accident. “ HE tries to reassure me as I look away hiding my emotions. “ Right,” I mumble, not believing a word he says, “ Just let me know if you find anything else,” I say standing up.

Fury sighs watching me leave “ You know i will” He says gently a tone he only ever uses for me as i leave his room . The image of my brother still embedded in my skull as I walk down the hall the memories of that night and his and my fathers screams of pain I shut my eyes taking a deep breath to control that memory before heading out needing a coffee.

I head down a street once I leave the avengers tower heading to a small coffee shop. I head inside placing an order for a caramel mocha. Thanking the barista, I sat down at a booth to stare out at all the people walking down the streets. I let my mind wander worried about Natasha and Wanda. I wonder how long they will be gone for. Knowing how no communication missions  go, it could be a few days or weeks. I shudder at hating this already.

I curse myself silently hating how i feel knowing it wasn’t right when they were together as well. I sigh to myself drinking my coffee before doing a double take standing up. I head out of the coffee shop looking through the crowded streets in a hurry. I know he was somewhere. I swear I saw him cursing when I didn't see him. I rubbed my temples, deciding to head back as I thought back to the figure I saw across the street. 

He looked like Jake. I swear that's who I saw the burnt side of his face but maybe I was hallucinating? Yeah I had to be there's no way that was him. I started walking back to the tower, my thoughts jumbled up by what I thought I saw.

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The two weeks go by as I start to slowly struggle to sleep feeling like someone was watching at times I swore I saw my brother but I try to put that thought at the back of my mind since I've been struggling to sleep. It made more sense. It was my exhaustion fucking with me.

We still had no word from Natasha and Wanda. I did get some words out of fury, finding out that they might be coming back soon from the mission. That did get me a bit more upbeat. I start heading back to the tower as it starts to pour down tremendously. Cursing, I toss my coffee in a nearby trash can as I decide to take a short cut and go pull my hood up over my head. 

As I walk down the alley I feel some type of sharp pain in my shoulder groaning. I move my hand pulling it out of my shoulder. I realized it was what looked to be a tranquilizer dart. Unsure what the liquid was, I started to feel woozy moving my head. I blink seeing a figure walking down with a gun that I assume had the dart in it. I try to furrow my eyes moving to use my invisibility but struggle to.

The dark figure walks closer humming his face completely covered” sorry but you’re powers ain't gonna work i gave you a nice dose that stuns you're powers” The deep distorted voice says stumbling back words i curse before stumbling to run away the figure chuckles deeply “ Who i love a good game of cat and mouse” he starts following me slowly as i pass down another alley stumbling some more i blearily pull out my phone hitting the emergency button that sends to the tower hoping they can get to me in time. 

Everything starts to blur as i end up hitting a dead end i curse to myself turning around to make another run for it i freeze seeing him standing there “ i think this is the end of the game and the line” He says “ that tranquilizer should be doing it’s job by now “ He says coming closer as i start to slide down the wall.

“ Your friends won’t be saving you either they are a little preoccupied with a bomb in downtown “ He chuckles as i completely black out the last thing i remember his him picking me up before everything goes dark.

[catslvrr]

heaven sent — 06. art museum

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“Okay, I thought I was out of place at the ice skating rink. But this is considerably worse.” You crossed your arms over your chest, standing outside of the art museum that loomed over you.

“Don’t be such a party pooper, I’ll be an excellent tour guide.”

“We literally know nothing about art.”

“Not we,” she wagged her finger in your face with an annoying grin. “You know nothing about it.”

You scoffed, “Tell me one interesting art fact.”

“I know that there’s a guy named Picasso. He cut off his ear.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s Vincent Van Gogh.”

“Close enough,” she quipped indifferently. “Come on.”

Danielle dragged you inside. You flinched when she intertwined her fingers with yours.

“What are you doing?” You hissed, trying to pull away.

“Stop it,” she whispered. “There's a discount on the entry fee for couples, so act natural, babe.”

She emphasized the last part as the two of you neared the admission desk. Of course, you paid, and the two of you made your way into the exhibition.

“The guy at the desk didn’t even look at us twice,” you rolled your eyes. “I don’t think they care.”

“Well it worked,” she smiled proudly. “And you’re still holding my hand. I think you secretly like it.��

Blushing, you hastily tried to let go, but she only giggled in response and held your hand tighter, pulling you to the first artwork.

It was a blank canvas, with a blob of blue paint smack dab in the middle.

“Amazing,” you said, devoid of emotion. “This one really speaks to me.”

Danielle cleared her throat, and adjusted her glasses.

“This piece right here,” she took on a posh voice as she straightened her posture. “Is quite an exquisite piece. Made in the Baroque period by painter Jean DeJean.”

You tried to hold back a snicker.

“Jean DeJean?”

“Yes,” she nodded seriously. “An artist ahead of his time. This artwork in particular conveys his sense of isolation, the blue representing sadness and the single dot representing himself.”

“Wow,” you said in pretend awe. “I love the symbolism.”

“We’ll move on to the next piece now.” She gestured towards the next artwork. “Follow me, ma’am.”

You coughed back laughter as she strutted boldly in front of you. Surprisingly, she kept up the facade for a while, truly living up to her name as an excellent tour guide. You couldn’t help but laugh at her nonsensical explanations and pretentious acting.

And despite your initial reluctance, you found yourself enjoying your time. You caught yourself looking at her instead of the artwork more times than you’d like to admit. It was then that you knew it was over for you.

“So,” Danielle said, munching on your fries as you drove back to the apartment. “I’m a pretty good art museum tour guide, right?”

“Sure,” you answered playfully, eating a fry that she fed to you. “You should apply there. I’m sure everyone else would love to hear about Jean DeJean.”

She threw a fry at your face in response (“You just wasted a fry!”).

“I’m guessing you didn’t like art back in high school?”

You chuckled at the thought of your grades for art back then. “God, no. I cannot be artistic to save my life.”

“You can’t be worse than Jean DeJean,” she joked.

“I remember being so insecure of my pottery skills that I purposefully left a big air pocket in my clay figure. It exploded in the kiln and destroyed everyone else’s. My classmates were devastated.”

“Never mind,” she grimaced. “What subjects were you good at, then?”

“English. Guess I have a way with words.”

“That makes sense. Seeing that you do law now.”

“Yeah.” You paused. “Music, too.”

“I do remember seeing a keyboard in your room.”

“But that’s a story for another day.” You slightly smirked, mimicking Danielle’s words from the other day, “Ask me again tomorrow.”

She narrowed her eyes at you, still curious, but didn’t push it any further and focused back on the moving scenery outside.

“Honestly, today was a bit of a last minute thing.” You could see her peek at you out of the corner of your eye. “Did you enjoy it, though?”

You smiled. “Aren’t you tired of asking everyday?”

“Never,” she answered earnestly. “I always want to know.”

Your attempt to fight off a blush was futile. “Today was good. Like always.”

“It’s because of me, isn’t it?” She teased.

Yeah, it is.

“You wish,” you rolled your eyes. “…Are you down for movie night later?”

She bit her cheek, clearly hesitant to respond.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to spend more time with me,” you rushed out awkwardly, hands tightly clutching the steering wheel. “I forget that this is your job.”

“No,” she hastily reassured you. “It’s not that. I love spending time with you.”

“Really?”

“I do. It’s just that…” she trailed off, then shook her head and smiled. “Nothing. Let’s watch Frozen.”

“Out of all movies, you choose Frozen.”

She turned down the radio and started to loudly sing Let It Go.

She has a nice voice. Maybe it’s another ‘messenger of God’ thing.

“Enough,” you groaned, resting your head on the steering wheel at a red light. “Save it for later.”

Later, the two of you lay on your bed, your laptop on your lap, as you pressed play. You didn’t know if it was the warmth radiating off Danielle, or if it was the way she was playing with your hair, but you fell asleep 30 minutes into the movie.

You got up in the middle of the night to find her already gone. You could still smell hints of her entangled in the sheets, a mixture of strawberries and vanilla. You always thought the bed had always felt so small, but tonight it had never felt emptier.

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[totally-original-artist]

High school Solangelo

OK this is the least embarrassing one @shuriiiewrites full credits to 14 year old me

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I let out a yawn as I stepped out of the car.

“Stay safe William!” My aunt shouted from the driver’s seat. I gave her a reassuring smile and walked off to my house. I could feel my leg muscles aching as I got ready for bed. Today had been a busy day. A huge ten day carnival has opened up a few kilometers away from my house and since Aunt Artemis just so happened to be around she decided to bring me along with her. My siblings were supposed to come along as well but none of them seemed too interested in it as it seemed ‘childish’ to them. I wasn’t going to go either, but it would’ve been rude to refuse her offer. I flopped onto my bed and tried to fall asleep but my body was way too numb. And so, I stayed awake the whole night, my next day at school completely doomed.

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“Are you sure you’re OK? You look like you’re gonna pass out any second now.” Nico asked me for the tenth time. I appreciated the fact that he cared about me but I was already five minutes late for my global perspective class.

“Yeah, I seriously need to go now, don’t you have art?” I tried to walk around him but he blocked my way once more.

“I’m already done with my prep 2, so it doesn’t matter. We’re going to the nurse’s office unless you explain.” He crossed his arms and stared me down, which would’ve been scary if it wasn’t for the fact that he was actually looking up. I let out a sigh.

“A carnival opened up a few miles away from my house, my aunt took me there yesterday and we only came back at ten.” He raised an eyebrow at that.

“What if you come back to school tomorrow in the same state? Exams are coming up, are you really planning on doing last minute revision? And don’t even think about pulling an all-nighter.” I was starting to get annoyed, at this rate I would get detention.

“Well then why don’t you come along to make sure I don’t kill myself?” I said in an exasperated tone.

“Sure, it’s a date then.” Then the little turd had the decency to look smug while he turned and walked away from me.

I got to class fifteen minutes late but there was a substitute teacher so he didn’t give me detention.

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I was lying on the couch reading a book called ‘Eragon’ when I heard the bell ring. 

“Hey Will! Can you get that for me?” shouted Lee from the kitchen. I tore off a little piece of newspaper and used it as a bookmark. As I went to the door I peeked through the peephole to see who it was. Instead of finding a person standing on the other side I saw the colour brown. The same colour as Nico’s eyes. A small grin made its way to my face as I opened the door. There he stood, dressed in a red shirt with two white stripes down below the arms. He was wearing black leggings and a red checkered shirt around his waist.

“Hey sleeping beauty” Nico said as he gave me a peck on the cheek.

“Hey Prince Charming. You’re a little late today.” I chuckled as I kissed his forehead.

“Got caught up with fighting a dragon. I got some of its blood though.” He pulled out a bottle of red liquid that was most probably Gatorade and handed it to me. “It’s Gatorade actually, just in case you decide a take a little nap and never wake up again.” I took it from him with a thanks. 

“Aunt Artemis is out dropping Kayla to her guitar lessons, she should be back soon. In the meantime I’d like to beat you in a game of speed drifters.” I said as I booped his nose with my index finger.

“In your dreams sunshine.” He stuck his tongue out and walked in like it was his own house. And from how much time he spends here it might as well be.

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[btscontentenjoyer]

This is just me repeating the word cute a million times because I found everything about this absolutely adorable. Still, I felt the need to show you exactly which lines made me giggle and squeal the most, Art, so I hope instead of this being annoying or repetitive, you're able to feel my love for these two every time I use the 🥺 emoji.

"it is near midnight. drowning in the warmth of his bed to flee the freezing season, jungkook should be comfortably resting at home. however, he just had to look for your name in his contact list despite being absolutely knackered… and somehow he ended up here, because if he has been trading his sleep for work all these years, then he can also trade it any day to spend his midnights with you." Aaaaw 🥺🥺🥺

"jungkook, although still a little shy around you, tries his best to initiate eye-contact when either one of you speaks to avoid giving off the impression that his mind is someplace else when you’re together. however, the mission becomes difficult when you meet his gaze wide-eyed, and he is… breathless.

“you haven’t been feeling well so… uhm, i got you vitamins and more medicine, just incase. here.” No, he's actually the cutest 🥺🥺🥺

“huh, that’s what they gave me. and i just assumed-” he gestures at the medicine you’re grasping in your hands before he freezes." The cutest!!!!

"his teasing grin puts his dimples on display, and you desperately want to run back into your apartment just to spend a full minute screaming into your pillow. you’re thoroughly convinced that you’ve never felt more attracted to a person than you are to jungkook. this is bad news. you don’t know to what lengths you’re willing to go so that he could stay in your life for as long as you want. it’s terrifying and exhilarating." Now knowing the lengths they're really willing to go to for each other... it is a lot. But I think the fact that they knew it from the start shows how inevitable it was for them to be together 🥺

"the thought has been plaguing his mind, haunting his dreams both day and night. he keeps screaming at himself to just fucking do it, but as much as he is impulsive, he doesn’t want to be the guy who catches you off guard. he doesn’t want you confusing your feelings for him with adrenaline. he wants the moment to feel right. he wants you to see that he’s sincere, and he’s nothing like those bastards who took you for granted…" So so thoughtful of him omg. Spur of the moment, impulsive actions can still be sincere, but the fact that he's thinking about it so much and considering all of these things... it's seriously so sweet of him.

“fuck! fuck! why? why do i move so slow? ah- they can’t just kill the mood like that. why-” he squeezes his eyes shut, pinching his nose bridge and putting a hand over his hip, so upset he can’t even speak straight. “we almost… shit, this is driving me insane… she hates me. she must hate me right now. i’m done for.” Both of their monologues about this were soooo adorable aaah.

"except jungkook is worried. at home and at work, he has many people fussing over him when he’s not feeling well. most of the time, you only have yourself to rely on. he doesn’t like thinking about your past boyfriends, but he hopes that they took care of you when you would get sick. as for the future, he hopes that he’s there." 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 They take care of each other so well, and it seems like that has been almost like an instinct for them from the beginning, with OC sharing their food with Jungkook when he said he was hungry the first time they met and now this, it's beautiful seeing the way these things persist and grow as their relationship blossoms as well 🥺🥺🥺

"he returns to his previous position, and the passion written in his eyes like constellations makes you want to believe that maybe the world isn’t a lost cause. it’s a breath of fresh air — the new point of view clear as day infront of you. jungkook is your best friend, it dawns on you then and there." 💕💕💕💕💕💕

“no, i get that. my ex was doubtful of me all the time and it was tiring. giving reassurance is important, but so is having boundaries… never forget that, understand?” It seems like they were really on the same page about these things from the beginning huh? You can tell they are in the way they solve every problem they have later throughout their relationship too.

“and because you were so kind to me the first time we met, i don’t mind you being a thief.” he fondly strokes your hair, and you squeeze your eyes shut as your body vibrates with giggles. “aigoo, you eat so well. good job, ____.” Literally kicking my feet at this, it's so cuteeee.

"curse jeon jungkook.

curse him and his muscular thighs." For real though.

"the time runs out before you can deem yourself ready. the camera captures jungkook trying to tame your baby hairs, and you, watching him with a faint smile of affection." 🥺💕🥺💕🥺💕🥺

"curse him and his hand on your neck and his soft lips pressed to your cheek." I am meltingggggg

“i think i just found the motivation to make more money today.” Lmaooo he's funny and so cuteee.

“stop taking such good care of me.” you say half-jokingly, starting to remove them on your own. “i might get used to it.” I also pouted just like Jungkook when I read this, because if OC doesn't deserve to be taken care of, then who does?

"the truth is i’m a bit shy to tell you this in person but ... thank you for being someone i can spend time with comfortably and for always making me smile. i really like you a lot .. i mean that sincerely too" 🥺🥺🥺🥺

"you stood on your toes to kiss his cheek, painstakingly chaste yet sinfully calculated. he was left all alone in the empty hallway of your apartment floor, too stunned to remember and return your scarf." I keep having butterflies in my stomach because of them 😭😭😭

"his gaze lands on the paper bag labelled ‘CHANEL’ on the other side of the room, and he makes a pained expression, still agonizing over whether he should give it to you or not." Oh my god Jungkoooook lmao I love him. And I loved the Jimin cameo too, I really like the way the boys have been popping up here and there in the stories recently, they're very sweet and I love the way you portray their dynamics 🥺

I really like their cute nervous energy and tension here, they're both my babies and I love them dearly 🥺💕

summary: in which you always get what you want and jungkook is dying to kiss you.

> idol!jungkook x f!reader / fluff!! a pinch of angst / word count: 5.5k

> content/warnings: jimin cameo!!, a photobooth, oc gets a little hot & bothered bcs jk is a menace lol (they both are <3), touches a biiit on toxic relationships but this is pure fluff and yearning :p (the ex oc mentions is the same as the one mentioned in the first meeting drabble)

> songs: bad - wave to earth / just like magic - ariana grande

> in which masterlist!

note: just a sweet and silly drabble of jungkook being hopelessly whipped for oc before they even became official *to intensify the seven mv brainrot* no i didn’t plan this 🥲 + hehe this was only a week before the first kiss :p reblogs and feedback are much appreciated !! <3

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“you really came!”

you run towards jungkook with a wide smile that reaches your eyes. the bag hanging on your shoulder swings and strikes your hip due to your excitement, but you could care less about the clinking of coins when there’s a bright star leaning on a lamp post, smiling back at you.

you stand before him as he straightens himself up, puffs of a fleeting cloud appearing as you pant lightly. “dummy, it’s so late. i told you to go to bed. aren’t you tired?”

“exactly, it’s so late.” he emphasizes your words to scold you, concern dripping from the tone of his soft voice. “of course i had to come.”

he tips his head to the side, sparkling eyes drinking you in as if he didn’t just see you the other night.

“you’re so adorable today.”

“thanks. is it because of this?” you happily scrunch your nose at the compliment, tugging at the strings of the brown knitted ear warmers wrapped around your head.

it is near midnight. drowning in the warmth of his bed to flee the freezing season, jungkook should be comfortably resting at home. however, he just had to look for your name in his contact list despite being absolutely knackered… and somehow he ended up here, because if he has been trading his sleep for work all these years, then he can also trade it any day to spend his midnights with you.

an endeared grin spreads on his face, rosy cheeks numb from the cold. “hm, teddy bear.”

a gust of silence passes by as your inquiring eyes survey the white plastic bag hanging from his hand, the company logo stamped in the middle of it familiar since childhood.

“what’s that? are you sick?”

“me?” he points at himself in confusion, shaking his head. “i’m not, though?”

“then why do you have-”

“ahhh- ah!” his face lights up as he is reminded of the other reason he came to you. he slaps his forehead with a chuckle. “i almost forgot.”

jungkook, although still a little shy around you, tries his best to initiate eye-contact when either one of you speaks to avoid giving off the impression that his mind is someplace else when you’re together. however, the mission becomes difficult when you meet his gaze wide-eyed, and he is… breathless.

“you haven’t been feeling well so… uhm, i got you vitamins and more medicine, just incase. here.”

your heart feels like it’s been wrapped in a cozy blanket meant to thaw the winter that has overstayed its welcome, spreading warmth and giddy sparks all the way to the tips of your fingers. you’re relieved that you wore gloves today; he didn’t get electrified when you took the thoughtful gift from his cold hand.

“really? even vitamins?”

the original plan was only to take a peek, but a word written in bold and colorful letters prompts you to bring out the cough medicine for a better look.

oh, jungkook.

you quickly slide it back inside the bag, a laugh accidentally slipping from your mouth. you press your lips into a thin line to suppress the rest of them bubbling in your chest.

“yah, why are you suddenly laughing? did i buy the wrong one?” he questions, nervous about his suspicions being correct.

he follows up with a matter-of-fact tone.

“you said you only like syrup when you have a cough, because it’s soothing.”

“it’s so sweet that you remembered that but…” you giggle, eyes watering as your body quakes with the intensity of it. the image of the packaging flashes in your mind, and you sniffle. “this is for babies.”

“but syrup is really for kids? are they not?”

his doe eyes are shining not with condescension but genuine innocence, and it makes this a whole lot funnier for you.

“yeah, i mean…” you pause as a puzzling realization washes over you.

oh my god, does this mean that this entire time… he’s been thinking that you gulp down bottles of cherry-flavored cough syrup for two-year-old’s? and he didn’t question that? at all?

“i guess you’re right. but they also have one for adults. i was drinking that.”

“huh, that’s what they gave me. and i just assumed-” he gestures at the medicine you’re grasping in your hands before he freezes.

with the clear view of it, he finally discerns how silly of a mistake he has made.

“i must be out of my mind today!”

he breaks out into a fit of laughter, putting a hand over his aching belly.

it’s a sound that has been evoking an inexplicable joy in you since the first time you heard it; a sound that you often miss lately. you still need to remind yourself not to stare at him for too long, scared that he’d be able to read these thoughts from a simple look at your face.

“still, it’s pink. and i bet that tastes better?”

you nod your head in agreement, pulling out the medicine once more to study the directions of use. “with the dropper and everything, i bet it’s a better experience.”

“shit, it- it even has a dropper?”

“i told you! it’s for babies!”

“babies?! no, no. this isn’t it. this won’t do.” he furiously shakes his head as he waves his hand in disapproval, crossing the distance between you to seize your wrist. “let’s go- come with me. let’s go back to the pharmacy. i’ll exchange it for the right one.”

“nope.” you refuse his demands with a smirk, stubbornly breaking away from his grip. “i don’t want to. i’ll keep this.”

“____, come on!”

“but you already gave it to m- jungkook!” you squeal when he makes a move to steal the item from your hands.

out of reflex, you hide them from him behind yourself. and unsurprisingly, that doesn’t deter jungkook’s endless supply of friskiness. he chases you as he reaches for your back, and you carelessly stumble multiple steps backwards to escape him. whimpering at the unexpected impact, you finally reach a dead-end, trapped between a wall and the boy who’s been making your winter a little less blue. your forehead lands on his chest, defeated, and he keeps you steady with a secure hold of your arms.

a harmony of breathy giggles imbues the silence of the deserted sidewalk.

“what are you even going to do with it? you can’t drink it anyway!”

you lift up your head with a drawn-out whine.

you can’t give him an answer.

to be honest, you’re just as clueless as jungkook is.

“ehhh?” he mimics the sound you made with an amused expression painted on his face. you’re too damn adorable for your own good, and it’s doing very dangerous things to his heart. “will you? are you a baby?”

the rhetorical question is a bait that you choose to bite.

“not really, but i can be your baby.” you shrug, melting him with a coquettish smile.

“ah, i see… is that term of endearment your type? you want to be mine?”

his teasing grin puts his dimples on display, and you desperately want to run back into your apartment just to spend a full minute screaming into your pillow. you’re thoroughly convinced that you’ve never felt more attracted to a person than you are to jungkook. this is bad news. you don’t know to what lengths you’re willing to go so that he could stay in your life for as long as you want. it’s terrifying and exhilarating.

“just to set the record straight, you want me to be yours.”

“and if i do? then what…? are you confident you can handle me?”

every nerve connected to your heart is a wire most alive when you yearn to bare it for another.

“try me.”

his hazy eyes falls to your lips and he goes a little crazier than he was the other night. it’s infuriating that you manage to make them look so soft and so inviting despite the frigid air. it’s dizzying, how his face is only inches away from yours and as always, you smell so sweet, just right. he wonders if you taste the same.

jungkook is dying to kiss you.

the thought has been plaguing his mind, haunting his dreams both day and night. he keeps screaming at himself to just fucking do it, but as much as he is impulsive, he doesn’t want to be the guy who catches you off guard. he doesn’t want you confusing your feelings for him with adrenaline. he wants the moment to feel right. he wants you to see that he’s sincere, and he’s nothing like those bastards who took you for granted…

selfishly, he wants this to be something real, co-existing with the fear of pushing you into a tornado of chaos that is his life.

his heart is pounding violently, he’s afraid it might jump through his sweater. the right moment feels like it could be right now, and he knows you feel it too. he observes your breathing getting heavier, and one of your restless hands has freed itself to grab a fistful of his sleeve.

your lips slightly part, and he doesn’t know if it’s the anticipation, or you did it on purpose to rile him up. he figures his jimin-hyung is right; he would be a fool if he allowed you to slip out of his hands. but truth be told, he’s the one wrapped around your finger.

fuck, fuck, fuck. he is doomed.

a pin drops and he is doomed.

his ringtone rattles the silence and slices through the tension between you. disappointment flashes across your face, and you visibly flinch at its loudness. you’ve grown to despise the incessant noise of telephone calls since moving to your apartment, one of your pet peeves jungkook is yet to hear about. panicked and irritated, he scrambles to dish out the vibrating device from the depth of his pocket.

“it’s… it’s my manager. but it’s fine, i’ll handle it.” he informs you quietly as he rejects the call, opting to send a text explaining his whereabouts.

a pang of guilt shoots through your heart.

“you can go home, it’s okay… i can take care of myself.”

“mhm-hm.” he shakes his head, still busy typing away. then, out of nowhere, he looks at you to properly plead. “don’t send me home yet.”

your eyes flicker to watch a piece of ice fall on his shoulder, white contrasting the black fabric of his jacket. another one lands on your hand, and then your collarbone. the stinging coldness, another thing that makes you flinch tonight. you look up to face the snowfall fiercely coming down, and it seems that the heaven opened up the sky to scold two lovesick teenagers tangled in a modern-day dalliance.

goddamn it, you curse.

“are you kidding me?” you grunt in frustration, eyebrows sharpening your previously dazed eyes.

jungkook barely manages to tap the deliver button before you begin dragging him to the roofed entrance of your apartment building.

“stay here. i’ll just grab an umbrella real quick.”

“okay.”

once he confirms that you’re out of sight, he releases a loud sigh, exasperatedly kicking a non-existent ball on the cemented floor.

“fuck! fuck! why? why do i move so slow? ah- they can’t just kill the mood like that. why-” he squeezes his eyes shut, pinching his nose bridge and putting a hand over his hip, so upset he can’t even speak straight. “we almost… shit, this is driving me insane… she hates me. she must hate me right now. i’m done for.”

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the aggressive slam of the front door rings throughout your apartment, and you’re about ninety-nine percent certain you disturbed the sleep of a neighbor or two.

“then what?” you grumble to yourself, followed by a desperate cry. “then kiss me! do i really have to do everything myself?”

after grabbing the biggest umbrella you own from the basket you have beside your coat rack, you head to the kitchen where you leave behind what jungkook bought you.

eventually, your overthinking leads you to a bitter conclusion.

“does he not want something more? is he playing with me?!”

and if it was any other person, you’d be fine with that but… your gaze lands on the bottles of vitamins and cough medicine, and you sigh to regulate the accelerated beating of your heart.

“but i think i can finally do this right.”

your voice comes out above a whisper, and the verbal declaration alone fuels the hope in you.

you’re confused whether it’s a sign of luck or childishness. maybe the compensation for being well-acquainted with loss, or good karma if you decide to push it some more… but you always get what you want. despite the blood, sweat, and tears; even during the instances that you do give up, the universe somehow finds a way to arrange matters in your favor.

except you don’t want to give up on this just yet, and you don’t intend to just stand around waiting for the universe work its slow burn magic.

because you look out your bedroom window, and jungkook is squatting on the floor with his head in his hands, looking distraught as if he just lost the lottery and he was only a digit off.

you might be unsure about your label, but he sure wanted to kiss you pinned up against that wall.

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jungkook casually steals glances from you every now and then. you’ve been softly humming to christmas songs as the ice underneath your feet crunches with every step you take, influenced by the heavy snowfall despite the holidays being long gone.

when you came back, he thought you’d be giving him the cold shoulder, reminiscent of when you got pissed off at a hair stylist not even a week ago (that day, he learned that you’re grumpy when sick, grumpier when jealous). but instead, you lent him a white fuzzy scarf to keep him warm.

“where are we going?” he asks, unaware of your destination.

he’s just been following your lead for the past five minutes or so. he only knows that you’re going someplace that will satisfy your midnight cravings, as you mentioned over the phone earlier.

“i haven’t told you?” you wince. “just mcdonald’s. i’m craving their fries… hmmm, and chocolate sundae.”

“sundae? but you have a cough.”

“i’m all better now! that’s why i’m getting it!” you keen with excitement.

except jungkook is worried. at home and at work, he has many people fussing over him when he’s not feeling well. most of the time, you only have yourself to rely on. he doesn’t like thinking about your past boyfriends, but he hopes that they took care of you when you would get sick. as for the future, he hopes that he’s there.

he perks up when he sees the pharmacy store he’s been thoughtfully scanning both sides of the streets for, recognizing the lightbox signage. “let’s stop here. i’ll buy you your adult syrup.”

“jungkook,” you giggle airily, pulling at his jacket to motion him not to go near it. “i just told you that i’m not sick anymore.”

“it’s better to be prepared.” he reasons.

the snowfall has ceased. he transfers the umbrella to his other side, freeing his hand to hold yours and tug you along with him. he childishly pretends to not hear your protests.

he’s not showing it, but he must be embarrassed about earlier. you can’t help but to smile from ear to ear, watching his back as you’re left a few steps behind, the two of you tied together by his warm and protective grip of your hand.

“jungkook,”

your voice is calmer and quieter. he whips his head back, concerned eyes twinkling from the blaring headlights on the road.

“i’m thirsty.”

—

you’re blissfully unaware of jungkook falling in love with you from the opposite side of the table.

thoroughly engrossed with the movie-like scene outside the glass wall, you’re clutching an apple juice box in both hands, plastic straw stuck between your lips as you take baby sips. he probably sounds like a broken record, but there’s something different in the air tonight, and you’re twice as pretty in his eyes.

“i can sue you for that, you know?”

he drops his phone in shock. he chases it in pure panic as it clashes with the table before tumbling down to his lap. when he puts it down, the screen is already black, a desperate attempt of hiding the raw evidence of his offense. he smiles back at you sheepishly, cheeks and ears flushed after being caught red-handed.

“aren’t i cute? you already made it your lockscreen, haven’t you?” you tease, eyes flickering up to him as you begin stabbing at the chocolate sundae with the little plastic spoon to mix it.

“made what my lockscreen? no, i didn’t!” he strongly denies, holding up his phone to show it to you.

“plain black, really? what happened to gureumie?”

you send him a look of distaste.

“just makes me believe i’m really your lockscreen and you change it to something random before you come see me.” you say in a sing-song voice, shivering with delight after you lick your spoon clean of the sugary treat.

“don’t start. yours is your class schedule!” he retorts with a laugh, which goes up in volume when you slap his hand away for attempting to steal from your fries.

you scowl at him with a displeased pout, dipping a fry into the sundae before popping it in your mouth. “get away. i’m hungrier because you took so long.”

the effect of having your cravings satisfied is instantaneous. it was absolute hell, being sick, albeit it was only a cough accompanied by fatigue. it’s simply no fun being an adult and having no one enter your room every two hours to check up on you. for the first time in the past week, your brain is completely flooded with happy chemicals, and you feel like a little kid kicking their feet with glee.

“it’s not my fault! they had to do something to the ice cream machine… i-i think it stopped working.” jungkook stutters, stuffing his mouth full with a spoonful of his strawberry sundae.

of course, it’s the ice cream machine. it’s always the ice cream machine.

with a gasp, you weakly slam the empty juice box on the table. “wow, i almost didn’t get what i came here for.”

“but you did. ‘cause you’re with your lucky charm.” jungkook cheekily winks at you, and you long to kiss that stupid grin off his face.

—

“holy shit, he’s kneeling down now. kook, he’s begging- look-”

jungkook is convinced he has never seen your eyes this big. he looks at you dumbfoundedly, cheeks full as he chews a huge bite of his burger. you release a sigh, reaching over to turn his face to the side.

outside, just a few feet away at the opposite direction his body is facing, he discovers an angry tear-stained woman sitting on a bench and a man crying on his knees infront of her.

he swallows, tilting his head. huh, so this is what you were watching earlier when you didn’t notice him arrive with the food. funnily enough, this isn’t considered an unusual occurence in such a populated city.

“i knew it. he’s cheating, he’s definitely cheating.” you squint at the scene, shooting daggers in your mind. you rely on muscle memory as you continue to munch and dip your fries in the sundae without bothering to look anymore.

they were still arguing when you gave jungkook your undivided attention, but the shift in the atmosphere captured your interest again when your peripheral vision caught him on the ground.

“how do you know?”

“he panicked and snatched his phone away when she touched it. that’s why they started fighting.”

a sick feeling in your gut deflects your eyes away from the forlorn couple, the salt and the sugar in your food starting to taste bland on your tongue. on the other hand, it seems that it’s jungkook’s turn to be absorbed in them.

“oh, that makes sense.” he mutters under his breath, eyebrows furrowing as he frowns. “seriously, i’ll never understand cheaters. why… would you go out of your way to hurt a person who’s special to you?”

and because of that, his food are left to be unsupervised. with the hopes of resparking your appetite by stealing a taste of something you haven’t had in over a year, you scoop up a small bite of his strawberry sundae.

“that person isn’t special anymore, or maybe they never were in the first place.”

“but if you’re loved by that person, even if you don’t feel the same way anymore, shouldn’t they still be special to you in some ways?”

he returns to his previous position, and the passion written in his eyes like constellations makes you want to believe that maybe the world isn’t a lost cause. it’s a breath of fresh air — the new point of view clear as day infront of you. jungkook is your best friend, it dawns on you then and there.

a best friend who sends you pictures of the sky. a best friend who won’t let you roam the midnight streets with melancholy. a best friend you want to kiss and hold hands with.

“they should, but they’re horny assholes who don’t think about stuff like that.”

“ah, then what a shame.” he chuckles with a scornful shake of his head, finally going back to devouring his burger.

it’s silent for a few beats.

right now, you like the strawberry flavor more than the chocolate. it tastes better than you remember. it’s rekindling an old flame.

“are you that type of boyfriend? who gives out their password?” your voice is rife with interest as you casually steal another spoonful of jungkook’s dessert.

“of course, i don’t mind. i have nothing to hide. i just have the most random photos, and like a thousand voice memos… but… how do i say it?” he pauses to organize his thoughts, eyes pointing towards ceiling. “uhm, it can get uncomfortable, and hurtful… if they always thoroughly check everything. i don’t know…”

“no, i get that. my ex was doubtful of me all the time and it was tiring. giving reassurance is important, but so is having boundaries… never forget that, understand?”

you radiate with so much tenderness, he finds it so easy to listen to every word that you say. but since you already understand the importance of balancing those two things, can he just forget about it and admire your face?

“is that why you broke up with him?”

you pucker your lips in thought, playfully twirling the plastic spoon between your fingers.

“i guess so? he… he just sees me as a bad person. and i was starting to believe that i am.” you decide to put it lightly, scoffing when the mortifying memories of him floods your mind. “when i had that epiphany, i broke up with him right away. we just weren’t good for each other.”

jungkook utters your name, mellow and sweet, like a serenade.

you’re reminded that he sings for a living.

“hmm?”

“i don’t know what happened between you but… when i say you’re a good person, i’m really being sincere.”

during the fall, talking about your past relationship made your heart feel unbearably heavy.

but tonight, it’s winter. jungkook holds out his little spoon to feed you a bite of his strawberry sundae, and you accept it without thinking.

uh-oh.

you peer up to him shyly.

“and because you were so kind to me the first time we met, i don’t mind you being a thief.” he fondly strokes your hair, and you squeeze your eyes shut as your body vibrates with giggles. “aigoo, you eat so well. good job, ____.”

—

“where you are taking me? this isn’t the way home!”

jungkook has an arm around swung over your shoulder, gluing you to his side as you walk together. the last time you checked the time, it was 1:27am. the stores you brush past are already lights off, locked up, and the sidewalk is mostly dead and quiet.

“i really like taking photos, you know?” he grins, sounding thrilled, and you glance at him with suspicion in your eyes.

“i’m very much aware. and so?”

you yawn not long after, leaning some of your weight on him as tiredness seeps into your overused muscles. you’re awfully sleepy, and cold. you can hear your bed calling out your name from kilometers away.

“so we’ll take some together.”

from a distance, you immediately recognize the famous photobooth only several buildings away from the noisy night life of the long rows of bars and nightclubs.

you feel your knees go weaker.

oh, you’re in very serious trouble.

—

curse jeon jungkook.

curse him and his muscular thighs.

“sit here?” he pats his lap as an invitation, looking up to your motionless figure still standing infront of the closed curtain. “or do you want me to stand behind the chair?”

curse him and his intoxicating perfume and his arm wrapped around your waist.

“four photos and… we’ll print… two copies.” he thinks out loud, face so close to yours as he taps on the screen infront.

curse the stupid person who decided to only put one small stool in this small photobooth.

you won’t dare to make it obvious, but your heart is doing somersaults. you realize how arrogant you were for whining about him not kissing you yet, because here you are trying your hardest not to squirm as you’re sat across his lap.

unconsciously, you embrace the scarf he took off close to your chest.

it’s… been quite a long, torturous while of being deprived of physical touch. and you like jungkook. you like jungkook so much that despite hating cramped spaces, you flash the camera a sweet smile while playfully squishing his pouty face in your hand.

“oh, oh, that’s right!”

a yellow lightbulb appears above his head. he bounces his legs to capture your attention, his arms tightening around your waist to prevent you from falling off.

you cross your thighs to subtly squeeze them together, a poor attempt at putting out the fiery tingles spreading throughout your body. you swallow thickly. he needs to fucking sit still. your self-control is running thin.

“act angry at me and i’ll put it as the first picture, okay?”

“huh? why?”

“so i’ll always remember that you got annoyed at me for dragging you here.”

“and i’m still annoyed!” you slap his chest with a frown, glaring at him exactly as he imagined you would.

his mischievous grin stays when he faces the camera, winking and throwing up a peace sign as the flash goes off.

when the timer starts again, he rushes to reach for the floor, sticking his hand in the paper bag from the pharmacy.

“for the next one- stay still-”

you’re completely clueless. your vision remains fixed on him until he reveals a bunch of pink ribbon hairclips on his big palm.

“where did you get these?” you blink at him.

he only shushes you as he removes the earwarmers from your head, thoughtfully fixing your hair before carefully adorning it with the ribbons as fast as he can.

“the ice cream machine wasn’t broken, was it?”

“shhh, we’re running out of time.” he rebukes you to mask his bashfulness, teeth sinking in his bottom lip as he focuses on arranging the ribbons symetrically.

“are these mine?”

“yours.” he confirms absentmindedly. he backs up to inspect his work, but he only ends up thinking to himself is it right for someone to be this beautiful?

the time runs out before you can deem yourself ready. the camera captures jungkook trying to tame your baby hairs, and you, watching him with a faint smile of affection.

“what do we do now?”

he shrugs. “let’s do whatever we want.”

“wow, i can finally do what i want?” you reply sarcastically. “i thought you were prepared for this.”

“three seconds!”

since you’re already smiling in the other two photos, you figure that it’s your turn to pout in the last.

the number ‘1’ appears on the screen, and you feel him pull you closer than you’ve ever been.

curse jeon jungkook.

curse him and his hand on your neck and his soft lips pressed to your cheek.

—

“you’re sneaky.”

“you’re one to talk.” jungkook replies, and you roll your eyes.

he chuckles to himself as he scans his copy of the photostrip under the street lamp beside the photobooth. on the other hand, your back is resting against it, your arms crossed over your chest. you take a fleeting glance at him, secretly smiling to yourself because he looks so happy.

yours is tucked in between the pages of the book inside your bag.

later. you can look at it later when you’re a little more sane and the ghost of his lips stops lingering on your skin.

“i don’t just let myself get kissed for free. don’t you know that?” you heave a dramatic sigh, feigning annoyance. “but since you bought me new clips,”

you turn your cheek to stare at him, but you instantly break the eye contact when you see how he looks like an excited puppy when he’s amused by you.

“…i’ll let this pass.”

“i think i just found the motivation to make more money today.”

you crack up at his words. “shut up!”

god, you’re getting swayed by his antics. he has too much hidden underneath his sleeve. you need to up your game.

a breeze sweeps across the earth, and you sniffle as you stuff your hands in your pockets. it’s getting colder and your battery is draining rapidly as the clock ticks. you die a little inside when you think about the consequences of your late-night adventure. there has to be time for you to squeeze in a nap between school and work, right? right? unbeknownst to you, jungkook takes notice of your weary state. he crosses the distance between you to wrap the ear warmers around your head.

“tsk, you’re going to catch a cold.” he whispers, loosely tying the straps under your chin. he reaches for a ribbon, but then pauses to ask for permission. “do you want to take off these now, so you won’t fall asleep on them? these are kind of sharp.”

“stop taking such good care of me.” you say half-jokingly, starting to remove them on your own. “i might get used to it.”

this upsets jungkook, it seems.

his lips are in a permanent pout as he answers, eyebrows knitting together. “what’s wrong with that?”

you only shake your head with a vague smile.

—

JK :

4:11am

[sent four photos]

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you’re welcome !!!

4:13am

hehe you must be sleeping now right?

you better be !

4:18am

the truth is i’m a bit shy to tell you this in person but ... thank you for being someone i can spend time with comfortably and for always making me smile. i really like you a lot .. i mean that sincerely too

sweet dreams ____ :)

—

“goodnight, jungkook.”

you stood on your toes to kiss his cheek, painstakingly chaste yet sinfully calculated. he was left all alone in the empty hallway of your apartment floor, too stunned to remember and return your scarf.

it is not the first time you did that, but his mind is reeling like crazy tonight — the corner of his lips is still stained with the graze of your lips.

a rhythmic knock snaps him out of the electrifying memory.

“jungkook-ah,” a freshly-awoken jimin raspily croaks out while he rubs his blurry eyes. “did you bring home anything?”

is this becoming a routine now? him visiting at an ungodly hour in the morning; jungkook sitting up without a word to retrieve the snacks from under his bed.

“thank you.”

he receives an appreciative pat on the back before jimin grabs one of the diamond-shaped biscuits you earnestly made a whole tray of, enough to go around for seven people. he nibbles on it as he flops down on the mattress, planning to sleep here some more until it’s time to prepare for work.

however, his drowsiness gets pushed to the back burner when the photostrip beside the maknae’s pillow attracts his attention.

“yo, jungkook! is this from tonight?”

“hyung! be quiet!” jungkook whisper-shouts.

“the staff didn’t mention a photobooth to me. is this a secret?” the late-night visitor whispers back to humor him.

the bed creaks as he chases the printed memories from jimin’s grasp, who seems to have gained enough energy to tease him, heartily giggling as he rolls away to the edge of the bed.

“yah, you’re so cute together?!”

jungkook’s bunny teeth pop out as he’s unable to resist a satisfied beam at the flattering remark. damn right, they do.

pulling out a pillow from behind him, he playfully hits jimin with the huge bundle of cotton. “hyung, finish eating and go back to sleep. we have that thing later, remember?”

“you’re hurting my feelings. what happened to telling your hyung about your crush?”

—

“wait a second- i’m still confused. you sprinted to the fashion boutique before ordering?” jimin flips over to lie down on his stomach, speech muffled by the biscuit between his lips.

“they close at midnight, so i had to run there first.” jungkook explains as he reseals the tupperware. weirdly, he only feels the ache in his body now that he’s talking about it. “she really likes things like that.”

“you’ve told me. so how long do you plan on keeping that in here?”

his gaze lands on the paper bag labelled ‘CHANEL’ on the other side of the room, and he makes a pained expression, still agonizing over whether he should give it to you or not.

“but don’t you think it’s too much? maybe i should save it for her birthday.”

“be honest with me. does she even know you’re courting her?”

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summary: you knew lewis had a demanding career but it starts to get to you till one day you explode but he shows you that no matter what you’re his no. 1 rating: 18+ words: 2.1k characters: lewis hamilton x fem!reader a/n: this was an anonymous request, hope you like it! gif cred @l8tof1​

lewis was an elite athlete, you understood that when you started dating him. in fact you rejected him at first, you knew how busy he was but you couldn’t deny what you felt for him so you gave him a chance.

It’d been weeks since you last saw lewis, he was flying all over the world so even talking to him was difficult with the time difference and you were busy with your own life. you guys just couldn’t seem to get on the same page, you felt so distant from him.

he had a two break between a race which you were excited about, you’d finally have some quality time with him or so you thought. instead, he had wanted to go to the factory, you admired his work ethic but didn’t he miss you at all?

finally free to see you he took you out for dinner but you weren’t in a good mood, you almost cancelled you were so tired of your own stresses at work but you missed lewis too much.

‘y/n you’ve hardly eaten anything, what’s up?’

‘nothing, i just don’t have much of an appetite tonight’

he wasn’t buying it, he sensed something was up that you were holding back. the rest of the evening you were quiet and not your usual self, he was annoyed now. once home you both got ready for bed, the tension was palpable. you both lay in bed, him scrolling through his phone and you reading a book. he didn’t like how you were shutting him out instead of opening up, he couldn’t stand it. when you were back at his place he decided to confront you. he looked at you.

‘babe, what’s going on? you’ve been off the whole night’

‘i already told you i’m fine’

you knew you should’ve just told him the truth but what was there to say, you work too much he wouldn’t stop. he sighed rubbing his face unsure of what else to say.

‘i’m just tired, i’ve had a stressful week! i’m only here cos i never get to see you, i shouldn’t have come over tonight’

‘wow it’s nice to know my girlfriend doesn’t care to see me’

‘you know i didn’t mean it like that! but everything we do revolves around your schedule, you dictate when we can see each other next like i don’t have anything going on but i just let it happen. if you weren’t so busy i wouldn’t have felt guilty about not seeing you tonight but i knew i would cos when is the next time gonna be 3 weeks?’

‘you knew what you were getting into’

you rolled your eyes, angry now at the audacity of that statement. sure you knew what you were getting into but that didn’t mean you knew how hard it would be, how you’d feel once in it. he regretted it as soon as he said it, it was harsh and unfair. you were hesitant when he first pursued you because of his career but he convinced you to give him a chance except now he’d proven your point.

‘you’re right i just didn’t realise how shitty it would make me feel. sometimes i wonder if i’m even a priority in your life, do you even try and bother to fit me in at all? i mean seriously why did you even pursue me if you’re so car car car? did you expect me to be at your every beck and call or did you expect me to never expect you to be here for me?’

you let it out like word vomit everything you’d been feeling, you couldn’t hold back anymore. you knew it was risky, what if he broke up with you but it was a risk you were willing to take instead of constantly feeling like you didn’t matter.

he stood there speechless processing everything you’d said, heartbroken he had made you feel this way. it wasn’t the first time he’d been accused of being too career-focused, he thought he had done a better job of it this time but he was wrong. he didn’t want to hurt you like this you meant everything to him, what was worse was you weren’t entirely wrong. he had been prioritising his time over yours, all plans were made when he was free he never even asked if you were free too just assumed. he leaned over holding your face.

‘i’m so sorry baby, i never meant to make you feel this way. you are a priority, i’ve gotten so caught up with everything this season i haven’t been giving you the attention you deserve and respecting your time but don’t ever think you don’t matter to me, i love you so much’

‘i love you too, i should’ve said something earlier. i know you’ve got a lot going on, i didn’t wanna add any unnecessary stress right now.

‘you’re not unnecessary stress, you’re happiness is my happiness. i’ve never felt this way about anyone before.’

he kissed you deeply, on top of you now the kiss turning passionate as his hands started to roam your body.

‘tonight i’ll show you how important you are to me, worship every inch of your body.’his words sent a shiver down your spine, excited for what was to come. he kissed along your neck, his hands running under your night dress grabbing a handful of your breasts he so loved to play with. your eyes were closed moaning his name as he explored your body, your pussy was throbbing and wet from anticipation. you could feel him hard between your legs so you rocked your hips against him, yearning for him inside you.

‘so needy baby’

he pulled off your nightgown and panties, holding your legs open wide now, he admired the sight of you bare and open - pussy glistening. you chewed on your bottom lip, the hungry look in lewis's eyes made you squirm, you were anxious for his next move.

‘fuck me lewis’

he chuckled, ‘so impatient, you really need my cock stuffing you?’ he ran his fingers through your soaked folds before dipping his fingers inside of your waiting hole. you moaned as he started to finger you but he was being purposely slow, you thrust your hips up to meet his fingers. you knew he did it on purpose, he enjoyed you desperate for him.

‘lewis…stop teasing me’

he smirked before pulling his fingers out and bringing them to your mouth where you opened up for him and sucked yourself clean.

‘such a greedy slut, your pussy is mine to use however i please’

you sighed nodding your head, you loved lewis’s possessiveness you knew when he was like this you were in for a long night, showing you why your pussy was his and why you wouldn’t want anyone else. he leaned down now playfully biting and kissing your inner thighs before he licked a stripe up your pussy sucking on your throbbing clit. he lapped up your juices, devouring your aching pussy you cried out in pleasure as you rocks your hips against him trying to wrap your legs around him but he wouldn’t let you, he held you open. the closer you got to your peak the more your body writhed, your back arched head thrown back playing with your breasts, you could feel the coil within tightening ready to snap.

‘baby i’m gonna cum’

‘look at me when you cum y/n’

it was hard for you to keep your eyes open but it was more of a demand than a suggestion. he laced his fingers with yours, watching him eat you out, the eye contact did things to you and finally, the coil snapped your orgasm hitting you hard. he let you close your legs around his face, your body shaking as the waves of your orgasm hit you, he continued to lap you up which only made your body convulse more. you had a love-hate feeling when lewis would still be between your legs after cumming, it was too much in the best possible way. he finally stopped, your body limp he kissed his way up your body before he kissed you deeply. his hand found their way between your legs and played with your clit,

‘i said i was gonna worship your body and i think making you cum multiple times before your on my cock is how’

before you could register what he was saying he was sinking his fingers into your pussy as he circled your clit. you moaned into his mouth, your arms wrapped around him digging your nails into his back.

‘be a good girl and cum for me again’

‘ahh, fuck…’

your breathing erratic he pushed you over the edge once more. your pussy clenching around his fingers still fucking you, you squirmed trying to escape his fingers but he held you down forcing you to ride your orgasm once more with him playing with your sensitive cunt. he finally pulled out sucking your juices clean of his fingers, you moaned at the sight somehow getting wetter. you were sleepy now the two orgasms had taken a lot from you but you still needed his cock.

‘baby, you’re sleepy maybe we should finish this tomorrow?’

‘no fuck me lewis please, i need your cock’

the way you begged for him whilst sprawled out chest heaving made his cock twitch. he pulled off his boxers, grabbing your legs together he pushed them up to your shoulders before thrusting into your waiting pussy. no word of warning lewis just started to thrust into your hard, you yelped in surprise gripping the bed sheets.

‘fuck y/n, you take me cock so well.’

he groaned as your pussy fluttered around him, pushing your legs back even more practically folding you in half as he slammed into you. you were sure you were gonna rip the sheets off the bed. you were practically delirious, your third orgasm coming you felt like you were in this dream state. he circled your clit as his thrusts got sloppy, all you could do was just lie there and take it. with one hard thrust he let out a guttural moan reaching his peak his cum filled you up.

he slowly pulled out, releasing your legs and leaning in he kissed you softly. he was about to get up to clean you and him but looking down at your pussy fluttering, his cum oozing out was something that never got old. you were so fucked out but he couldn’t resist, he dragged his cum up and down your folds as he did your body convulsed like merely touching your cunt sent an electric shock through you - so sensitive.

‘lewis, i can’t…’

you could sense what was about to happen, he more often than not fucked his cum back into you something about it turned you both on.

‘i think you have one more in you baby’

he smirked, slowly fucking you with his fingers.

‘god your cunt looks so good covered in my cum.’

you moaned, circling your hips to meet his fingers.

‘lewis please’

‘please what? baby, i thought you were done?’

he chuckled teasingly, grabbing you by the throat as he rammed his fingers in you.

‘is this what you want baby?’

‘fu—’

you could barely speak anymore, you were an incoherent mess chanting lewis as he pressed on your clit. without warning you were pushed over the edge as your final orgasm hit your hard, his grip on your throat tightened continuing to plunge his fingers in you till your body stopped shaking.

‘open’

you obliged, tongue out as brought his fingers to your mouth sucking off your mixed juices which tasted divine. he grabbed a washcloth cleaning you up, pulling you under the sheets. you were so half asleep at this point, he pulled you into his arms stroking your cheek

‘you were such a good girl. my good girl, my most important girl’

you curled up into his arm smiling at his words, pressing kisses all over your face you giggled catching his lips with yours. soon you both fell asleep absolutely exhausted and totally blissed out. 

[xoxo-teddybear]

What Have I Done? - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Physical injuries, cursing

Summary: An argument gone out of hand. Y/N just wanted Katsuki to be home more. They’re married and yet she barely sees him throughout the week. When she finally speaks on her hurt feelings, she gets a reaction she definitely wasn’t expecting.

Chapter 1 -> Chapter 2

A/N:.....I cried while writing this.

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‘He’s gone already. Again. Like always.’

Y/N had awoken to another empty bed. Her husband’s side of the mattress remained cold and empty. This wasn’t anything new. It’s been like this for the past few months. She would wake up alone, eat breakfast alone, spend her day alone, eat dinner alone, and go back to sleep at the end of the day...alone.

It’s not that Katsuki is intentionally ignoring Y/N. He loves her with his everything, he truly does! But villains never rest and neither does he. He’s so preoccupied with hero work that when he does get a day off, his friends drag him away to a bar or game night. Y/N always ran through his head but she had always been so understanding. And besides, she knows how busy the life of a pro is. She used to be one so she gets it. Right?

Wrong. She doesn’t get it. Because even when she was a pro, her and Katsuki always found time for each other. And ever since said man made her quit, claiming he could take care of both of them easily and he would feel better knowing his beloved is safe at home, they’ve seen each other less and less. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Y/N was willing to quit her dream because she found a new dream in Katsuki. She always imagined that being his little housewife would give them more time together but the opposite of that came true. Now she sits in the big empty house with no company for hours on end.

Her sadness builds up every day. She misses her husband. She tries to be an understanding wife but at this point, it’s like he’s not even trying to make an effort to see her. It’s like he’s settled to just coming home to her sleeping form and waking up to her in the exact same state, leaving before he can witness her do anything else. He should understand her though, no? I mean, she had brought it up to him in a very casual way and so he never took it seriously, but she’s mentioned it before. He should have a pretty vivid image of how shes been feeling. Right?

After 6 months of loneliness and being ‘Katsuki-deprived,’ Y/N made her move to speak to her husband about her feelings. She already imagined the outcome. An argument due to Katsuki’s brash behavior and her ‘never back down’ attitude, sad times bringing in the silent treatment for the two of you up until the both of you give in and forgive each other due to the love you have. Finally ending in a compromise. Y/N released a heavy breath as she looked at the time.

1:36 a.m. Just a few more minutes until Katsuki’s home.

—

He was pissed. 3 large scale bank robberies, 10 villain-wannabe fights, an argument with his publicist about his ‘out of line attitude,’ and Deku replacing him on a random ass billboard. The last detail wouldn’t have mattered if it was anybody else but the fact that it was Deku had him riled up. He just wanted to go home to a quiet house with his beautiful wife and admire her gorgeous, slumbering state. However that was not what he was greeted with.

Katsuki grumbled as he unlocked the front door and walked in. He noticed the lights were still on and saw Y/N still awake, seated on the couch. On any other day, he’d be elated to see his wife was still up. They’d talk and cuddle and go to sleep together. If he was lucky, they’d both make love until the sun rose. But tonight, that wouldn’t be happening. He wanted a quiet house with his sleeping wife. Not..whatever was about to happen. He sighed as he dropped his bag at the front door and sloppily placed his keys in the glass bowl near the door.

“What’re you doing up dumbass?” He asked as he walked to the kitchen, not even bothering to take off his shoes. He needed a drink.

“I was waiting for you, Katsuki. I just wanted to talk to you about something,” you said in a soft voice, hoping it would suppress his for sure incoming anger. Katsuki closed the fridge with a kick to the heavy door and chugged down a quarter of his drink.

“I’m not in the mood. Had a shitty day and I wanna sleep. Just go to bed.” He said sternly while trying to finish his beer as fast as he could.

“Don’t you think I would’ve done that hours ago? I wouldn’t have stayed up and waited for you if this wasn’t important. Please Katsuki, I really wanna talk.” Bakugou was beginning to grow annoyed. Why wouldn’t you just drop it already? He squeezed his bottle hard enough for it too crack before he spoke with a louder voice.

“Y/N! You’re not listening! I’m tired. I had a horrible day and I just want to sleep. I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to stay up anymore, and I don’t want to listen to whatever bullshit you’re about to complain and bitch about like you always do!” He screamed. His words made your jaw drop.

“Not listening?! That’s all I do! All I do is listen to your every command so that you come home happy-“

“Well it looks like you failed today!” He said, cutting you off.

“Quit interrupting! And what was it that you said?! All I do is bitch and complain?! I’m trying to talk to you about something serious here Katsuki!” You pleaded, still hoping he would give in and listen. And he did...just not in the way you’d expect.

“Fine then! If this’ll get you to quit being an annoying ass waste of time, then speak! Talk! What the hell do you want?!” He asked, screaming at you, furious at all the dramatics you’ve brought up in one night.

His words kind of stung. ��Annoying ass? Waste of time? Is this what he thinks I am?’ You grew silent at his insults and Katsuki seethed even more.

“Oh what? I scream at you and you bitch up? Toughen up Y/N, jeez. Quit acting like a baby! Tell me what you wanted to say!” He yelled.

“.......I just....I just wanted you to spend some time with me. .....Be home more.” You said in a quiet and broken voice. You looked down to the now very interesting floor as you played with your hands.

“Seriously? This shit again? I’m a pro-hero, Y/N! I’m busy! I’m not gonna drop saving lives just because your brat ass wants someone to notice you! Since when were you such an attention whore?” He asked while rolling his neck to relieve his strained muscles. Your eyes widen at the ground due to his words and your head snapped back up to face him.

“A-attention whore? I-...I just want my husband to stop working so much. I don’t know..maybe have a day off or two!” She said with a crinkled nose as you screamed.

“I do have days off, Moron. It’s why I’m not overworked, ever thought about that?!” He screamed back.

“And you spend those days off away from me! I’m not trying to act like the world revolves around me but I would hope my own husband would spend a day with me instead of his friends that he ALWAYS sees because you ALL WORK TOGETHER!” You argued. You made a valid point and even Katsuki knew that, but he was too stubborn to admit defeat. He was still tired but he had enough energy to put you back in your place. His eyes popped as a vein grew on his neck.

“Well- WELL YOU’RE ONCE AGAIN JUST BITCHING AND COMPLAINING LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO! I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU’RE SO UPSET!” He screamed.

“Don’t understand?! You know what? I know you don’t because you never listen to-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, I WASNT DONE TALKING! ALL YOU DO IS SIT AROUND THE HOUSE, LAZING AROUND, DOING NOTHING BUT TRY TO ARGUE WITH-“

“LAZING AROUND?!” You shouted in disbelief. “WHO MAKES YOUR MEAL PREP THE NIGHT BEFORE SO YOU CAN ENJOY IT AT WORK AND IN THE MORNING? WHO CLEANS THE ENTIRE HOUSE EVERYDAY WHILE YOU’RE GONE? WHO MAKES SURE YOU HAVE A FULL FRIDGE, CLEAN HOUSE, GOOD FOOD, AND A HAPPY LIFE? ME KATSUKI! ME!”

“Happy life? DO I LOOK HAPPY TO YOU BITCH?! NEWSFLASH, IM NOT! SO CONGRATS Y/N! YOU FAILED ONCE AGAIN! AND WHO GIVES A FUCK IF YOU PLAY MAID WHILE IM AWAY?! IM BUSY SAVING THE FUCKING WORLD! THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS BE A GOOD WIFE SINCE YOU CANT EVEN BE A FUCKING PRO ANYMORE!” He insulted again.

“because of FUCKING YOU!” You argued once more.

“I DID IT FOR YOU!” He said while throwing his bottle to the wall, causing it to shatter. “I DO EVERYTHING FOR YOUR UNGRATEFUL BITCH ASS! I PAY THE BILLS! I BRING HOME THE CASH! I GIVE YOU THE MONEY TO BUY ALL THE FUCKING FOOD, CLOTHES, AND ANY OTHER STUPID SHIT YOU WANT! AND ON TOP OF THAT, I STUFF YOUR STUPID CUNT TO PLEASURE YOUR UNGRATEFUL ASS. AT THIS POINT, YOU’RE JUST A WALKING HOLE FOR ME TO USE!”

His words hurt. They broke your heart. Did he really feel this way? If so, why was he even with you anymore. You notice a smirk grow on his face at your bewildered state. He looked as if he just won something. However, the smirk dropped into a scowl once he saw your eyes begin to pool with tears.

“Oh great! Cry! Go ahead! Just shed your fucking tears like you always do! I’m going to bed! Come join me when you’re done being an annoying bitch.” He said and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he began to walk away. You didn’t want the conversation to go this way and there was no conclusion. You needed this to be resolved now. You just wanted your husband back. You reached out to stop him from walking but the unforeseen happened.

“Katsuki..don’t walk away from thi-“

“DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME!” He said and smacked your arms away with a burning palm. Without realizing, Katsuki began to spark his quirk and so when he went in to push you away, he burned your forearm.

A loud blast and smoke filled the room and your screams of pain invaded his ears. The sound made a shocked face grow on him as he quickly turned to see the damaged he had caused. His heart sank as he saw you crying while holding your burnt arm with your other hand. You were slightly hunched over in pain as you took notice of the damage that had been caused. That he caused.

“Y/N!” Bakugou softly shouted as he ran to you. He wanted to help but before he could even lay a finger on you, you flinched. The action caused him to hesitate and hold himself back. He ran to the kitchen sink to get a cold rag and he brought it back to you. “Baby! I am so sor-“

You pushed him away and off of you as you quickly walked to your bedroom with a shadow casted over your eyes. Tears still flowed down your cheeks as sniffles could be heard from your cherry red nose. Katsuki couldn’t believe what he just did and ran to follow you.

“Y/N! Please listen! I didn’t mean it! I don’t know how that happened Teddy Bear but I swear I didn’t mean it! I swear I didn’t mean any of the bullshit I said! I’m sor-“

*SLAM* *click!*

Katsuki realized he followed you out the kitchen, through the living room, up the stairs, and to the entrance of the master bedroom you both shared before you slammed the door and locked it right in his face.

“Baby! Please open the door!” He said while knocking in a very rushed manner. He wanted nothing more than to help you and treat the damage he caused to his beloved wife. He had royally fucked up. He began turning and jiggling the locked knob in an attempt to get it open but failed. “Please Y/N! I have to take care of you and that burn. I’m so sorry but please let me in!”

On the other side of the door, you pressed your back against it as you held in your sobs and slid to the bottom. You pulled both lips in to conceal your voice while you held your wrist to examine the burn on your arm. It was so bad. Your skin turned an angry shade of red as it blistered and bled. You were dripping blood all over your carpeted floor and so you ran to the master bathroom in the bed room.

You turned on the sink and placed your forearm under the cold, running water. The water soothed it a bit but it wasn’t enough to cover the pain. You turned off the sink and grabbed a hand rag as you patted down on your wound. You took out the first aid kit and cared for yourself. You had to take the alcohol to clean it and sucked in a breath before you poured the solution over the burn. You screamed as it seemed to have hurt 10x more. After dabbing cotton over it, you wrapped it in bandages and took a breath of relief.

‘What just happened?’ You thought to yourself.

The entire time, Katsuki was still begging for you to open up. He heard your scream and grew frantic. He banged on the door and cried for you, still hoping, praying, that you would let him in. When nothing happened, he resorted back to calling out for you but to no avail.

About an hour went by and it was almost 4 in the morning. You sat on the bed with your arms holding your knees to your chest. You stared at the wrap as the memories of what went down tonight flashed through your brain.

‘Waste of time...brat ass...attention whore...ungrateful...annoying bitch.’

His words struck you right in your heart. Cruel thoughts began to fill your head.

‘He doesn’t love me. He hates me. I’m worthless.’ Your thoughts would’ve continued until a quiet knock snapped you out of you mind.

“....Y/N?...Baby?” It was Katsuki of course, but a softer version of him. A broken one. “..I don’t know if you’re listening or if you’re awake..but I need you to know that I’m so so sorry.” It was easy to hear his muffled and staggered voice that exposed his tears and sobs. “If I could turn back time right now, I would do tonight all over again, I swear. I would’ve came home and listened to you. And we could’ve talked things out. We would’ve came out of this problem being a stronger couple than we were before...because that’s what we always do. We always make it out of the dark together..because we’re a team..and I need you. .....Please...please don’t leave me Y/N. I love you so much. ‘M so sorry that I hurt you..that I burned you..that I’m such a terrible husband. But I promise you I’ll fix everything in the morning...................Teddy Bear?”

He didn’t know it, but you were listening. You heard every word but refrained from speaking. You knew that the second you did, you’d break down and go crawling back to him....but you didn’t want to do that. You wanted to leave. He physically burned you and you wanted to leave. You were going to sleep for a few hours, and when you would awaken, you would pack a bag and leave. And so, you began your plan and tried to get some sleep as tear streaks marked your face. It would all be over soon.

You woke up to the morning sun.

6:50 a.m.

You rose out of bed and rubbed at your puffy eyes. You quietly got ready in the bathroom and applied the slightest bit of makeup to look more presentable. You took out a pair of shoes and tossed them to the center of the room. You were in your closet and pulled out a bag. You stuffed it full of a few clothes for you to wear, you couldn’t stay here. Not after what he did. You fought through the pain as you pulled on your jacket and placed your shoes on. You wiped your tears as you picked up your purse and got ready to leave. You were going to stay in a hotel. Didnt matter where or how expensive. You just needed to get away.

Finally, you walked to the exit of the bedroom. You took a breath before you slowly turned the knob and was greeted with the sight of a sleeping Bakugou. He had slept in the hallway in front of the bedroom, still wearing the same clothes from the night before. His knees were scrunched up with his arms resting there to be used as a pillow. He layed his head atop of his arms and as you looked down into his hands, you saw the rag. The exact rag from the argument. The rag that he attempted to use to help you. Little did you know, Bakugou hadn’t planned on getting rid of it until you let him use it to help you. He wanted nothing more than to fix his mistake and cater to you and your wound.

You shook your head as you felt tears began to fill your eyes but you refused to let them fall. You took a step and sadly awoken the exact man you were trying to avoid. Bakugou had quickly woken up when he heard the slightest noise and was blessed with the beauty that is you. He looked up at you with wide eyes and a small smile.

“Y/N...” was what he whispered before he quickly got up to run to you.

“Y/N!” He ecstatically said with a hint of relief. He was about to wrap him arms around you but you kept a hand at his chest to keep him at bay. “Baby?...”

Bakugou looked at you with hurt and confused eyes when you didn’t welcome his embrace. Even when you were mad at him, you still allowed him to hold you so what gives? He looked at you and your attire. He noticed your jacket and shoes and saw you holding a bag. “W-what are you doing?”

You walked away from him but he snatched your wrist to make you turn to face him. “Y/N! What’s going on?!” He frantically asked with crazed eyes. You snatched your wrist back and ran down the stairs and he copied your actions. He followed you into the living room until he grabbed your wrist once more. You tried to pull away again but found it harder because this time, he gripped it tight.

“W-where are you going baby?”

“Dont call me that.”

“What? Why? Baby, please tell me what’s going on.” He begged as he squeezed your wrist.

“What’s going on? Are you serious? What does it look like? I’m leaving!” Bakugou’s eyes went wide once more and shook his head.

“N-no! No, why!?”

“Why?! Look at my arm!” You screamed.

“I know! I know and I’m so sorry! But..but you don’t have to go! I can fix you up, I’ll take you to recovery girl, I will bring you to the best hospitals around the world to fix that for you! Just please don’t go!” He bargained and offered everything but you weren’t budging.

“It’s not just the burn Bakugou.” You deadpanned with a nonchalant face. His heart felt heavy after hearing your voice refer to him with his family name.

“..I-it’s Katsuki! Your Katsuki! It’s Suki, baby please!” Bakugou stepped closer as he cried once more but you backed away again. His hold on your wrist still strong as his fingers played with the ring on your hand, trying to calm himself down and remind himself that you are still his wife.

You shook your head at his pleading. “Bakugou. You burned me. But not only that, you’ve neglected me for months.”

“I know that! And I’m sorry! I will spend just as much time off of work to make it up to you, I swear I will, I promise!” He once again bargained.

“It’s too late.”

“No it’s not, please, it can’t be!”

“It is Bakugou-“

“KATSUKI! ....please...please don’t call me that. I’m your Katsuki,” he said with a whimpering voice. At this point you felt the tears come through, but you still didn’t allow them to fall.

“Katsuki...I can’t stay here. Too much damage has been done.” You said with a soft voice. Bakugou continued to shake his head ‘no,’ but you already made up your mind. You used your wind quirk in your hand and blew his grip off your wrist. You took the quick opportunity to walk to the door but Bakugou grabbed your bag off your shoulder in a childish panic and attempt to get you to stay.

“Hey!-“

“Please Y-Y/N! Please don’t leave me! I- I know I’ve been a terrible husband! I’m sorry! B-But I promise I’ll do better. I’ll stay at home more, I’ll spend more time with you, Please!”

“Katsu-“

“I’ll buy you whatever you want! I’ll get you all the expensive brands, I’ll find you all the best jewelry, I’ll give you all the money in the world! I’ll give you the whole world! Please stay! I love you so much Y/N!”

“Katsuki, give me back my bag,” you tried to reach for it but Bakugou kept it away from you and pulled you in with one arm and held you in a tight embrace as he cried on your shoulder.

“Please...you can’t do this to me. I need you. I love you! I’ll do better! I’ll be a better husband, I swear..just please don’t go.” He softly spoke with a broken voice and soft hiccups. It was wrong for you to do this, but you sighed and pretended to forgive him as you wrapped your arms around his torso. You hugged him tight and he fell for it as he openly sobbed now. His other arm that held your bag came to wrap around your waist but before it could, you snatched the bag out of his hold and pushed him away. You ran to the door and held a tight grip on the knob as you picked up your car keys. You saw Katsuki attempt to run back to you but you created a strong barrier of wind to protect you. “IM SORRY Y/N! PLEASE DONT!”

You took off your ring and tossed it to him through the barrier. He was quick to catch it and hold it right in fear of losing it. He had to find a way to get it back on your finger. “No..baby...Teddy Bear please!”

“....I’ll send you the divorce papers....Goodbye Katsuki.”

With that, you walked out of the door, still keeping the barrier alive. Once you started the car, you dispersed of the wind and Bakugou opened the door and ran to your car.

“Y/N wait! Please!” He cried out but he was too late. You pulled out of the driveway and drove off quickly down the street. He watched your car go as he began hyperventilating and tugging at his ash blonde locks. He ran back inside the house with your ring in hand as he looked for his phone. He found it on the kitchen island and quickly dialed your number. Of course, it went straight to voicemail but that didn’t stop him from calling about 50x more.

“This-...this has to be some stupid dream. A fucking nightmare...” he said as he tried to hide in denial. “Yeah...a nightmare. This is what it is...I’ll..I’ll wake up soon and she’ll be by my side in the morning...sleeping peacefully...and I’ll take the whole week off and spend it with her. She won’t be mad, we’ll be happy like we always are. S-She won’t leave me.”

Bakugou had an insane smile on his face with eyes of distraught on him. He clumsily made his way back to his bedroom where he flopped onto the large mattress and tried to get some sleep. He would sleep the whole day away if it meant you’d still be by his side when he woke up. The ring you abandoned was held tight in the palm of his hand as he held it close to his chest. His sobs overcame him but did aid in his journey to slumber. Eventually, he knocked out and a smile of bliss adorned his face as he assumed you would still be there in the morning.....oh how wrong he was.

The very next day, he woke up at 5:30 like he always did and quickly looked to your side of the bed. It was cold and empty. He was lonely. The exact same feeling you got everytime you woke up without seeing him for the past 6 months.

6 months. You’ve been married for 4 years and together for 8. Out of those 8 years, Bakugou spent 6 months neglecting you..and now...he lost you.

He stared at the empty space and bawled his eyes out like a baby as he screamed. He got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. Maybe you were cooking breakfast! You weren’t. Kitchen was empty. He ran to the living room! Maybe you were just watching some TV and reading a book, looking all cute and domesticated like you usually did. No, you weren’t there either. Bakugou checked every room in the house and when he couldn’t find you..he snapped.

His heart beated at a rapid pace as he trashed the entire house. Breaking windows, flipping desks, smashing furniture. He used his quirk to create blasts and burn marks into the walls and floors of the house. He did everything to get his frustrations out. The entire time he shouted and cried as rivers of tears flowed down his cheeks.

When he was done, he sat in the middle of the destroyed living room, laying his back against the flipped couch. He sat with his knees scrunched up as he hunched over, staring at the ground. His nose and eyes and basically his entire face grew puffy and red. His hair was a mess and so was he. Silent tears continued to drop, but his throat was too dry and hurt far too much for him to make anymore noise. However, he did fight through the pain to say one final thing:

“What have I done?”

A/N: hi cubsss! So a lot of you may know that my very first post, writing piece, and short story (He’s Lost) was created around angst, a breakup, and the fact that the triggering point was Bakugou physically hurting Y/N. I’ve been thinking about it and I HATE MY WRITING IN THE FIRST POST! It was terrible! Why tf did y’all like it so much?😭 And so, I’ve created a new piece revolving around the same elements, sorta as a way to check my progress. I hope you enjoyed!

ALSO!!! If you guys like this enough, I’m willing to turn it into a small yandere short story if you Cubs are down for that. Let me know and I’ll make it happen! Love you Cubs! See you next time🧸💗

[therealdisneyfan2319]

Can’t Help Falling In Love Chapter 2: North Star

Synopsis: As Wanda prepares for her wedding, she receives an unexpected surprise from her future husband.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Y/N

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: Mild language, some angst, lotsa fluffy fluff fluff

Word Count: 1.6K

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“Shit,” Wanda said as she yet again failed to clasp her necklace together.  Normally she never struggled with putting the golden chain on, but today she was accounting for another fact: wedding day jitters.  Shaky hands and a lingering sense of anxiety and pressure made even the simplest of tasks all the more difficult.  She looked up, uncrossed her eyes and shook her head before returning to the chain that was stretched out in front of her face.

“Oh come on now sis.  Don’t tell me you can’t put your own necklace on on your wedding day?”

Wanda jumped.  She was so focused on trying to put on her necklace that she hadn’t noticed Pietro looming behind her in the mirror.

“Jesus!” she clutched the necklace in her hand as she whipped around to lock eyes with a dopey-grinned Pietro.  “Don’t do that!”  Each word was interrupted with a sharp smack on Pietro’s shoulder, the phrase itself drowned out by his raucous laughter.

“It might be your wedding day, but you’re still my sister and I’m still allowed to annoy you even after you’re married.  And I know because Y/N told me I could,” he said, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.  He paused and took a moment to really look at Wanda.  Her white dress was simple yet elegant.  It hugged her body perfectly and she looked stunning.  Her fiery red hair was neatly done up, courtesy of Yelena and Natasha, who spent hours on her hair and makeup.  Her engagement ring, a gold band with an emerald set in it, waited patiently for its mate upon her ring finger.  And the gold necklace, the one with two entwined hearts, the one that Y/N had gifted her on their first anniversary, hung undone around her neck.  “Wow,” he whispered.  “Wands, you look beautiful.”

“You think so?” she responded, a hint of hesitation in her voice.

“Oh yeah.  I mean, wow, you’re giving me a run for my money as the more attractive twin!”  Wanda shot him a warning look.

“If you think you could pull this dress off then come on, give it a go.  We’ll see who’s got the better looks then!” she retorted.

“Seriously, sis, you look amazing.  Y/N’s not gonna know what hit him when he sees you.” His grin switched from dopey to genuine with these words.  Wanda turned to the mirror.  She looked back at her reflection while playing with the ring on her finger.

“I wish they were here.  I want them to be here.” Her eyes dropped to her hands as she spoke in little more than a whisper.

Pietro didn’t need to say anything.  He understood.  The noticeable absence of their parents from the day’s celebration weighed heavily on both their hearts.

“I know,” he sighed.

“It’s just not fair,” she sniffled.  Wanda wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, hoping her waterproof makeup was indeed waterproof.

Pietro reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pack of tissues.  “Here,” he said, handing her a tissue.  “I figured someone should bring tissues, what with the way both of you can get.”

Wanda laughed as she dabbed at her eyes.  “Thanks…I think?” She handed Pietro the wet, crumpled tissue.

“You know, they’re still here with us right now.  And they’ll be here all day, too.  And I know that they’re so proud of you.  I wish they could be here too, because as excited as I am to walk you down the aisle I would give anything to see dad walk you instead.”

“I know,” Wanda said as she began to cry again.  “They would’ve really loved it here today.”

“Hey, hey, stop that now.  If you keep crying, I’m gonna cry, and you know I’m an ugly crier.” Wanda laughed at Pietro’s remarks as he held her head in his hands, thumbing away her tears.

“Yeah, you are,” she giggled.

“Now wait a minute, you’re supposed to say ‘oh no Pietro, you are the prettiest crier of them all,’ not agree with me!”

“Oh shut up,” Wanda said as she grabbed Pietro’s wrists.

He broke away from her grasp and pulled her in tight for one of his infamous bear hugs.  “I love you,” he said as he kissed the top of her head.

“I love you, too,” she responded, burying her head in his shoulder.  Pietro held Wanda incredibly close, not wanting to let her go.  He wished this special moment between the two of them could last forever.

“OH!  Before I forget, I’ve got something for you!” He broke the hug abruptly.  Pulling out a small baby blue envelope from his jacket, he thrust it into her hands.  “It’s from Y/N.”

She looked at the envelope that was in her hands.  Had he managed to surprise her with a note without knowing that she was planning on surprising him?  Probably not…she knew him better than that.  He probably read her note, immediately felt obligated to return the favor, and rushed around trying to find a card so he could quickly write something in return.  She sat down on a trunk that was at the foot of Clint and Laura’s bed, as she was getting ready in the master bedroom.  She slipped a finger into the flap, carefully tearing it open.  When she pulled out the card and saw the crossed out ‘happy birthday’ that was replaced with ‘happy wedding,’ she couldn’t help but laugh.  It was another example of Y/N’s sense of humor: somewhat off-kilter but endearing nonetheless.  As Pietro quietly crept out of the room and shut the door, she began to read:

My Darling Wanda,

Words cannot convey just how excited I am to marry you today.  As we embark on this new journey together, I cannot help but reflect on the one we’ve already been on.  I truly believe the universe brought us together because you came into my life at a point where I was totally alone.  There were no stars in the sky to guide me through the long day’s journey into night.  But you found me and became my shining star.  You, Wanda, are my north star: bold, bright, brilliant, and beautiful.  I will follow you to the ends of the earth and beyond.  You are my confidant, my lover, my muse, my partner in crime, but most importantly you are my best friend.  I have spent every one of the past one thousand, eight hundred, and thirty-nine days falling in love with you and I want to keep falling for you every day of my life.

As we say our ‘I do’s’ later today, we may not be surrounded by our birth families.  But we will be standing before each other, and the wonderful family we’ve created, to declare to the universe that we have chosen one another and will continue to do so for the rest of our lives.  With that declaration we will have created a family of our own.  While it might be little and broken, it is still good.

Hold fast my love, I’ll see you soon.

Love Always,

Your Hemingway

PS. It’s a very cute idea ;P

That did it.  That sent her over the edge.  Every single emotion she was feeling about finally marrying Y/N L/N was hitting her all at once.  She was grateful she was alone and she continued to sob.  How was it possible to love another human being this much?  Of course he had to do the same for her, but words were his strong suit.  They just flowed off the page whenever he wrote.  That was what drew Wanda to him.  He was a hopeless romantic and this note was a prime example of that.  He had a way of evoking emotions and feelings and pictures with his pen with such ease that it almost drove Wanda insane.  Nonetheless it still made her fall madly in love with him.

A knock at the door drew her out of her thoughts.  She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.  “Yeah?” she sniffled.

“Hey, Laura wanted me to come grab you.” It was Nat.  “Are you all set?”

Wanda sniffled again.  “Yeah, yeah, just give me a minute.” She looked around for a tissue but there weren’t any around.

Nat cracked open the door.  “Everything good?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Wanda sniffled.  “You don’t have a tissue, do you?”

“You’re about to see your fiance on your wedding day, you cry at Toy Story, and he cries at Snow White…of COURSE I have tissues!” She thrust the box at Wanda.

“Thanks,” Wanda chuckled as she dried her eyes.  “I should probably take some for the road, shouldn’t I?”

“You gonna stuff them down the front?” she asked, eyeing Wanda’s chest.

“No.  It has pockets!” Wanda gleefully shoved both hands in the deep pockets that sat on the side of her billowy white skirt.  She watched Natasha’s eyes widen in shock and excitement as she realized that Wanda’s wedding dress indeed had pockets.

“Not fair!” she scoffed.

“Well it’s my wedding dress and I wanted pockets.  You can get pockets on your own wedding dress when it’s your turn.”

Nat smiled and shook her head.  “Come on, let’s go before Laura starts getting testy for being five minutes off schedule.”  She headed towards the door.  “You ready?” she asked.  Wanda nodded.  As Nat exited the room, Wanda turned to take one final look at the note she left on the trunk, smiled, and shut the door.

[joe9cool]

Collide-Justin Herbert-15

A/N. Before this chapter starts I want to say I only own my Characters. The LA Chargers, their employees are real people. The gossip is for storylines only. I don't know their stories in reality. This is my story and doesn't reflect their real lives. Thank you.

Sara woke up the next morning in a good mood. Justin's room was very comfortable, his bed was better. Maybe it was the fact that they were in Oregon, away from the harsh reality of the spotlight, or the fact that the two have made major progress in their relationship. Truth be told she was a little worried how his family would perceive her. But it seemed the Herbert's loved her, and she did as well. It was 8:00am, and Sara assumed that Justin would be at the facilities right now.

However, she heard music, and it was playing softly, but as she got out of bed and began heading towards the main room it became louder, and she realized it was coming from the basement. She took two steps downstairs, enough so he wouldn't see it but the music was easy to make out

She should me what love is

Now I'm acting like I know myself

In case you didn't notice

I'd go blind just to see you 

I'd go far just to have you near.

It was the new 1975 song 'happiness' She had played in the car sometime during the trip, but she didn't think he was paying attention.

She smiled. She wanted to go downstairs and do a gotcha but decided against it. Instead she tiptoed back to the kitchen where she noticed he didn't have a coffee machine. Well he wasn't a coffee drinker so she should have expected that. The Herbert family was overall a very healthy family. Holly mentioned that she liked green breakfast smoothies and going for a morning run before work.  It reminded her of her aunt, who would constantly chastise for her body type. Holly wasn't like that though, she just enjoyed it and that was fine with Sara.

She decided on avocado toast and while waiting on the bread she decided to go on her phone. Upon browsing instagram, she reshared some funny memes and turned off her replies. As much as she loved her fans, the constant replies to everything was a little annoying.

She saw in her search history the girls' names. Usually this would be the part where she saw if they posted anything. For the first time she clicked on the 'x' and watched their names disappear.  It was time to let go. She was here, in Oregon with Justin, who invited her, showing her things that no one else did. He trusted her with that, she needed to trust him with this.

She saw the messages from Joey, and decided to answer them.

Jb: Hey

     How's the drive?

     I guess you're driving

     Good morning, How's Oregon?

S: Hey, everything is great. I love it so far. Justin's family is wonderful. Hope you have a great day.

Jb: that's good! Hey so I need your advice on something.

Sara furrowed her eyebrows. What on earth could he be asking about?

S: okay. What about?

Jb: so I have a date with this girl Saturday night and I have no idea what to plan.

Seriously? That's what he was asking about?

S: do you know what she likes? 

Jb: she's a girl I knew from Ohio State. Kailee. From what I remember she likes horses. But I don't want to take her horseback riding with the injury.

S: umm well what about a picnic or something? You have a nice backyard. You could invite her over and do a picnic with a movie on that big overhead you were bragging about.

Jb: I'll consider it. Now I don't know what to make.

S:how are your cooking skills?

Jb: average. Wish you were in town to help me

She ignored that comment.

S: do something simple. Pasta with chicken . Or there is nothing wrong with ordering food if you know her favorite foods or even doing sampler plates.

Jb: Justin cooks for you?

S: yes he does. We make meals together. There's an idea for a date. Hey look I got to go.  Good luck!

She decided to end it with no invitation to tell her how it goes. It was good he had a date. Maybe they could be friends without him being on the borderline being inappropriate.

She set her phone down and decided on a protein smoothie for breakfast. Gathering frozen fruit and spinach, as well as the powder and oat milk. She poured everything into a blender and once it was finished she searched the cabinets for the glasses. Of course they were on the top shelf. Damn him being 6'6.

Looking around, there wasn't a ladder or step stool. She didn't want to bother Justin during his workout. With a sigh, she did her usual climb on the counter. Unbeknownst to her Justin was watching her from a distance, an amused smirk on his lips as he watched her on her knees on his counter, once she jumped down she turned around and screamed when she saw him. "Goddammit stop doing that!"

"I'm just standing here!"He held his hand up. She rolled her eyes and poured the green smoothie in the cup. "Uh huh, and you saw me struggling to get the glass and didn't help me."

He walked up behind her. "It was cute watching you. You could have just grabbed me." He rested his hands on her shoulders. "I didn't want to bother you." He pressed his lips to the top of his head. "Stubborn woman. Please do not hop on the counter like that again. I don't want you to get hurt."

"Justin, you are talking to a girl from a short family. This was how we got stuff done." He laughed. "Still. you have me now. You don't have to reach for things "

Sara got all warm and fuzzy inside when he spoke those words. Before she could say something he swiped her smoothie and took a big drink of it. "Hey! You smoothie swiper!" He swallowed. "It's really good babe." He took another gulp before handing it back to her. When she went to grab it he held it above his head. She playfully glared at him. He smirked and puckered his lips. She kissed his lips and he deepened the kiss. He still didn't give her the glass and she had to play dirty. Her hand slid down and groped his dick through his shorts. He gasped and his hand lowered and she took the glass out his hand.

She smirked as it was his turn to glare. "That wasn't fair. I would have given it back eventually." She laughed. "I'll take care of you later. What's on the agenda for today?"

"Today we are golfing. Our tee time is at 1 on a private course. Patrick and Carly might be joining us, if they can leave the bed for an hour." He shook his head.

"Aww that's sweet. They are long distance.  That will be us in January." She didn't know why she brought that up. It was not the time or place. She held her breath.

He looked at her with no emotion. "How long will you be gone?"

"Two months. I will be in Abu Dhabi and then Berlin. Once I come back in March I start filming for the new season. So it will be crazy. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." 

"I don't understand why you would wait." She let out a breath. This was the time she could apologize and beg for forgiveness, or she could just be honest with him. " When we first got together we were on such shaky ground. "

He was confused. "What do you mean?"

She shook her head, wishing she never said it in the first place. She turned away from him. "I felt like I was forcing myself on you. You would come on so strong, then you would back off and come on strong again. I don't know, I just felt maybe I was nothing but a hookup to you. Also the whole secretive thing. I get it, I do. I've had public relationships crash and burn and its awful. I have also had private ones where no one knew it even happened. But Justin, I felt like you didn't want me."

Tears were in her eyes and she was sure he could tell she was crying. Taking a shaky breath she just wanted to crawl into a hole and hide forever. Every second of silence felt like another dagger to her heart.

Finally, she heard him speak. "Wow. Sara I'm so sorry. I-. I didn't realize I was making you feel that way. Because that was not what I felt. I know I said this before, but I'm not good with my emotions and expressing them. I had to seek a psychologist just to be comfortable with expressing any emotion besides anger. I had hugs forced upon me til Iiked it."

He took a deep breath.

"My only serious relationship was in high school and it was a toxic on and off thing for a few years. I wasn't perfect, I know football came between us and my lack of expression caused the final breakup. When I got to Los Angeles I just did simple hookups and friends with benefits.." He ran his hands through his hair

"The night we met. It was different, normally I would have backed off or found an excuse to go home early. But you with that green dress kept me there, wanting to talk to you. It was like you had a spell on me." He winked and she giggled. "When I got home I thought what would someone like you want with someone like me. But then you reached out and you did not take no for an answer. It was different, refreshing. I know I haven't been the greatest boyfriend. But I'm trying, I swear I am."

She smiled and turned around. He felt a pain in his chest seeing the tears in her eyes and knowing he caused them. He came closer to wrap her in a hug. Sara sighed, feeling so safe and warm in his big arms. Despite the sweet moment, there was still something plaguing her mind. "What happens with this?"

He rested his head on top of hers. "With what?"

"If it comes out we are dating. I don't want to announce it to the world, but I'm just afraid we are going to get outed, and our lives are going to change."

As much as he wanted to talk about it and take control he didn't want to send himself into a panic. "We deal with it as it comes." He surprised himself at this nature of 'not caring' this wasn't him. Guess love can make you do silly things. She nodded and buried her face in his sternum. "I love you being my secret to the world, but family and friends we are just us." He kissed her “I agree. Just know our truth, family and friends.” They stood like that for about five minutes. Sighing, he pulled away and looked at the clock. “We have to get ready, the course is about a forty five minute drive.” Sara kissed him one more time before heading back into the room to jump in the shower. 

The water was hot and the shower door was steamy but she was able to make out Justin's frame as she saw him get undressed. Once he stepped in the shower he went to adjust the temp but she slapped his hand away. "Don't you dare! This is perfect!"

He got under the water and yelped. "Babe! It's hot as hell in here! Why do you like it like this? It's not good for the skin. It dries out your cells."

She rolled her eyes. "You can bury me in all this biology knowledge but I'm not changing the temp!" Grabbing the shampoo she lathered her hair and Justin did the same. When they moved on to the conditioner in their hair, she put body wash on her loofah and began lathering Justin's body. Careful to avoid his groin. (As much as she wanted to fuck and miss the time she knew that he would be upset afterwards.) She got his back and his shoulders. She handed it to him and told him to get her back. When she turned around she felt a Crack and sting on her ass. "Ow! What the hell?" She turned to glare at him while he busted out laughing. "Payback!" He squeezed her other cheek.

"Asshole," She muttered, as he continued the mission at hand. He got her back, going a bit low at times. Then he dropped the loofah and used his hand to come around and cup her chest. "I thought we were gonna be late?" He began kissing her neck. "It's fine." He muttered between kisses. "I rented it for us only. Pat and Carly will probably be late too." His hands started to snake lower and she grabbed them and brought them to his sides. "No way mister, you know I hate being late to things."

He groaned "since when did you become responsible?" Earning another glare, she turned the water cold, earning a yelp from Justin as she rinsed their hair. "Cold rinses for hair, remember?" He rolled his eyes behind his eyelids as the water ran down his face.  Once they were finished they stepped out and began to dry off and get dressed. Sara decided since it was cool she was going for golf pants and a long sleeve shirt. Deciding on tying up her hair and putting a visor on, she looked in the mirror and laughed as she looked like a typical golf executive that her dad would wine and dine.

Well the men would be on the golf course, her mom and the other wives would be in the clubhouse drinking wine and gossiping. Anyways she saw Justin was dressed and once she grabbed water  they were in the car and on their way. 

His phone dinged and he picked it up to look at it. He laughed. "Well Pat and Carly are running late. They "slept in" He put air quotes around it. Sara giggled. "See I told you we could have had a quick round in the shower. But no, someone had to be early."

She hit his shoulder. "I didn't say early I said I don't want to run late. Besides since when are we quick. Mr. Foreplay." He laughed. "And I have heard absolutely no complaints from you. Matter a fact I will pull over to a forest preserve and we can have some fun with these tinted windows."

"First of all, you know what I didn't plan on doing yoga, second of all. You have car sex once and now your addicted."

He smiled. "It's all you baby, you're just too hot." He squeezed her thigh. After the playful banter the rest of the ride was silent. When they pulled up to the course Sara saw it was completely empty. So he really rented the place out. Not even the owner was here. 'Pros of being an Oregon boy' She thought. 

She followed Justin as they walked to the clubhouse. "Wait Justin! I don't have anything to golf with!"

He smiled. "You don't think I wasn't prepared? The place has clubs for everything." He got out a gold key and unlocked the door. They walked inside and he immediately went behind the counter to test out the clubs they would need. He had her hold a few clubs at length to test which ones would work for her. Once that was over he got a gold cart and they drove to the range. 

"Okay so. Watch my stance when I swing." He bent his knees and pulled back. When he swung he tilted his hips and they both watched as the ball soared through the air. She couldn't even see where it landed.

Sara took a big gulp as he did it a few more times before he had her do it. The ball was on the ground. She felt his eyes on her back as she tried to mimic his actions. The first time wasn't successful as she swung and missed.

Already she was getting flashbacks to being laughed at school as she heard his laughter behind her. She was already so fucking red. "Okay so not bad. But you need to focus on hitting the ball babe." She nodded and tried to appear confident. She swung again and connected with the ball. Though it didn't go far it still connected.

"Alright, good job. You need to focus on moving your hips though. He got behind her, his hands rested on top of hers. Justin guided her through the swing and pushed his hips against hers. The ball flew pretty far and Sara felt proud of herself. So far it was going well, and the embarrassment of the first attempt faded away. They practiced the range for a good thirty minutes before he decided they were ready for a full course.

Getting back in the golf cart, he drove to the first hole. She took everything in. She had to say it was peaceful In the sense of nature and calming to focus on something. Justin was so focused on his game that he didn't really speak to her unless it was to instruct her on something. Which was fine, she was enjoying just watching him.

She had to say he was being incredibly patient with her. Sure there were times that she could sense his frustration coming through. But he seemed to keep it in check and make sure she was comfortable. He knew about her past with athletics and despite the fact that his whole life was athletics he wanted to make sure his girlfriend was comfortable.

Something had switched inside of him when she spoke of her family not supporting her much because everyone cared about sports over art. It made him think, what if he became a father and his kids didn't like sports or want to be involved in that side? His family was so centered around sports that he just always went after girls who were sporty. Dating Sara put his life into a different perspective.

They had made it through all eighteen holes. (Justin won, not that he was counting or anything.) He checked the time and saw that the time was almost five pm. They were at the golf course a lot longer than usual. He drove back faster than usual to the clubhouse. "Justin, why are we speeding?" She was holding on to the bar, scared for her life as he never drove fast as all.

He pulled up to the parking lot in the clubhouse. Grabbing the club bags he practically ran inside, Sara sprinting to catch up. He put everything back and did a once over before locking up. He made a note to thank Robert the owner for allowing him to shut down the place for privacy. He and Sara were in the car in no time (He threw her over his shoulder) and they were off.

Sara was so confused. "Why are you racing?"

"Because we have other plans that we can't miss. You're gonna love it I promise." He smiled at her. "Do you trust me?" She nodded. 

Justin was so shocked he didn't get a ticket as they pulled into the garage. They walked into the house "I'm going to make some calls and get ready. The room is all yours. Dress nice." He kissed her. '"Meet at the door at 7:30." He went downstairs to the basement. She was so confused at the events that took place earlier. What could he possibly mean by this? Justin was not a romantic guy, he was trying sure she did notice the change in his behavior, and while he wasn't good at expressing his emotions, their conversation earlier today brought out a whole new side to him. It was refreshing to say the least. It was moments like this that made her fall in love with him like the first time she knew.

She hurried up and body showered before making sure she was shaved (She still had the wax but wanted to fine tooth comb everything. She curled her short brown hair and decided on a nice casual black dress before grabbing a leather jacket. Her makeup was light and she accessorized with her usual ring and earrings. She looked at the time to see it was 7:15. Coming out of the bedroom to see Justin dressed nice in a casual top with gray jeans. His hair was styled and he had the cologne that she bought him. She smiled, "I'm ready." He matched her smile. "You look beautiful." She slipped on her shoes before they departed.

It was dark outside, but once she saw the lights of Autzen stadium. He drove around the stadium and she was in awe. Of course she had been to many stadiums for concerts and events but seeing it empty was something else. She turned towards him. "How is it so empty?"

He smiled. "Well the team had early practice today and  tomorrow so no one is there. The school is a commuter school. So there is no one on the grounds. Except the library but we won't be there. He drove into a gate opening parked on the side, and Sara saw the field that he played on and spoke so fondly of. He got out of the car and helped her. Grabbing her hand, he led her to the elevators. He pressed a button she couldn't see and felt the box moving up. This time around it was him fidgeting with his hands. She smiled. "This feels like a first date." She giggled.

He turned and faced. Before he could say something the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Sara gasped as she took in the scene before her.

There were phony candles in certain spots. Champagne was on the table surrounded by little snack foods. She looked at him with tears in her eyes. "Justin.."

"Technically it's a first real date. Since we've been together I haven't been able to take you out. This is sorta my way of trying to make it up to you since.." He trailed off, and Sara knew what he meant.

Before he could take a step forward she wrapped her arms around him to pull him towards her. She put all the passion and love for him in the kiss and she felt Justin reciprocating that as well. Maybe it was the Oregon air, being back in his comfort zone, or finally giving in to the feelings they had for each other. This weekend so far was a shift in their relationship. They broke the kiss when they were both out of breath, not wanting to take it too far before they fuck on the floor. She didn't think the stadium would appreciate trying to clean that up.

The seats overlooked the entire stadium and she knew enough to know they were in one of the boxes. The champagne was poured as she noticed chocolate covered strawberries. She looked at him. "How do you know I love these?"

He kissed her. "I noticed every time the house is stocked with groceries there are strawberries and Hershey bars. I put two and two together." They made small snack plates and fed each other off of them. She stole kisses from him every once and while as he spoke about the stadium and the history of it. He pointed out the seats his family had and where they would watch the games. 

He spoke about going under recruited, his plans to go to Montana State with Mitch. Stories of friendships that he made and his hopes of her meeting them sometime. She was attached to his arm as he spoke so lovingly and fondly of this time in his life. Justin also opened up about his frustration with the team and how he learned to cope at Oregon. How he tried not to pay attention to commentators but he knew the pressure to produce this year.

Trying to comfort him as best as she could, he looked down at her. "I don't know what I would have done if you weren't here this season. I've always told myself no distractions, no fun, no girls nothing." He laughed. "I was drowning, and you breathed life in me."

Sara was tearing up again. "Justin, that's what couples do for each other. Has no one ever supported you?"

He shrugged. "Outside of friends and family? Not really. Many girls just want the name and the fame. I've learned to deal with the pressure myself.

Sara nodded. "Me too, I've never confided in a lot of people. When I would tell my family my struggles it was always 'why are you upset? You have a nice house, and your parents are successful. If you are upset it's cause you chose a career path with uncertainty."

He shook his head. "Alot of people don't understand us but it's okay. We understand each other."

She hummed in agreement and they cuddled up overlooking the field. They finished the food and the champagne, with Sara feeling a light buzz. (Glad she didn't wear heels.) Justin cleaned up like they were never there and they walked onto the field. Sara looked around in even bigger awe as she took in everything. She was used to big crowds and putting on a show. But this was different, this was live everyone watching, knowing if you made a mistake. "I don't know how you do this"

He held her hands and faced her. "Do what?"

"Not feel the millions of eyes on you. "

He chuckled. "Technically it's 64,000." She rolled her eyes. "Still. All those eyes on you, knowing you had a bad night if something was off. Knowing your whole future depends on how you are live on this field." She looked up at him. "I have so much respect for you."

He smiled. "You didn't think much of it before?" She shook her head no. "I mean sorta because my brother in law is in hockey. But it's more of a team sport if that makes sense." He nodded. 

They strolled around the field in silence. Sara taking in the sights. She felt Justin's eyes on her. 

They walked to the big 'O' and Sara looked around. Justin laughed. "Amazing isn't it?" She nodded. After a quick silence she spoke again. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For not being afraid of me. Of us."

He shook his head. The next words out of his mouth surprised them both.

"I'm not afraid of you Sara, I love you."

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Patrick and Carly were sitting on his bed watching television. He had just finished packing for his trip Friday morning to the game against CAL. They had kissed tee time but Patrick was wrapped up in his girlfriend. He didn't get to see her often after accepting a job down south and when she surprised him with a belated Birthday gift he wanted to take full advantage of it. It made it better with his brother and girlfriend there as well.

Patrick was surprised when his parents sat him down and told them just Justin was coming to visit foe the weekend and he was bringing a friend. Patrick assumed it was someone on the team until Mitch called him and spilled the beans that his big brother was seeing someone and it was getting serious, of course Justin downplaying it. They both knew that Justin wasn't good at relationships and being vulnerable so that was why most if not all of his potential matches or hookups didn't work out.

Patrick was intrigued when Mitch told him that it sounded like their middle brother was pretty serious about this girl. Also mom and dad met her and they noticed a change in him too.

He could see it when he came over to see Justin. There was a happier aura to him despite everything that had gone down in the Chargers season so far.

He and Carly figured that this girl was someone who worked in the football business or maybe someone he met on the street. Imagine their surprise when they turned around and saw one of the biggest stars in the world in the kitchen. Sara Wozniak, Emmy winner, academy award Nominees. A Hollywood darling, it girl. 

And she was in their house, dating his big brother. Once the starstruck passed, Patrick found her easy to talk to and funny as hell. She had him in stitches when she would joke about how Justin was. He enjoyed his brother going red in the face as she would tease him about how they met.

As if she knew what was on her boyfriends mind Carly spoke. "Crazy that your brother is dating The star on our favorite television show. Like we see on screen so many times and now she was here in front of us, and we had dinner with her and spoke with her. I wanted to ask for her autograph but it didn't feel appropriate." Patrick threw his head back and laughed. "I wanted to just to piss Justin off. I'll probably do it next time." He smirked.

Carly laughed. "But seriously what do you think of her?" 

"She's really cool. I didn't expect that from her. But then again Justin wouldn't fuck with someone who had that Hollywood attitude." Carly nodded in agreement. "They make a good match, considering they have different personalities. They balance each other really well."

Patrick nodded and laid next to Carly on the bed. "I hope it works out I really like her and I don't want my brother to fuck it up." Carly giggled. 

"With the way he looked at her? I doubt it."

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Sara was stunned.

She never thought she would hear those words from his mouth. "Huh?"

That was not how she planned on replying to hearing those three little words. Justin sucked in a deep breath. "I love you Sara."

She was still stunned. If anything she was supposed to blurt it out. All of her relationships she was the one that said it first. Hearing it from his mouth was the greatest thing she had ever heard.

Justin on the other hand wanted to throw up, he didn't expect her to be silent. Truth be told he didn't know what to expect. Not silence, he started rambling to fill the quietness. "Look, I know it might be a little soon. I mean it's only been what? A little less than four months? But Sara, I've never felt this way about anyone before."

He took another step towards her. "You don't have to say it back if you don't want to or you don't feel it. Don't feel obligated to say it because I said it to you."

She couldn't help herself.

Don't feel obligated because I said it to you.

The whole thing was ridiculous. If he only knew she was practically head over heels for him she couldn't help it 

She busted into giggles, which became full on laughter. Justin was confused this was not the reaction that was expected. He was a little hurt. "What's so funny about this?"

She controlled her laughs when she heard a little attitude in his voice. "I'm sorry it's not funny that you said those words. It's that you really think that I don't feel the same way about you after everything I have done for you." She walked up to him and kissed him. "I'm so fucking in love with you Justin Patrick. There were so many times where I thought I was gonna just blurt it out at the most inappropriate moments that you thought I was a fool."

He smiled, relieved that he wasn't being laughed at. "I'm not used to this. "

She laughed again, and this time he joined her. They were in such bliss that they didnt notice the small drops on them. She kissed him again and this time it was full of passion. He groaned and lifted her up once they broke apart she smiled.

 "Hey"

"What?"

"I love you."

He smiled . "I love you." 

All of the sudden it began pouring. Getting soaked. Sara screamed as Justin began running, carrying her in his arms as he ran towards where the car was parked. "Justin put me down! You will hurt yourself!" It was easy to forget about his ribs. "Babe I'm fine! You're too slow anyways."

"Ass!" She yelled over the rain and the thunder. Justin laughed as he set her down to get in the car. Once they got in and the gate closed he drove off.  

Sara felt gross, she hated being fully clothed and wet. "I'm gonna have to strip out these clothes as soon as I'm through the door." She kicked off her shoes and slipped off her jacket. Feeling naughty, she pulled her dress over her head.

He stared at her wide eyed. "Babe! We are almost there. Can't it wait?" The rain made it hard to see so the ride was slower than usual. Sara ignored him and kept going. Slipping off her panties. "Oh god I'm so wet." She winked at him. Taking off her bra, she was fully naked in his car. His hands were white on the steering wheel from clenching. He was fucking rock hard. Once he pulled into the garage she gathered her clothes and jumped out running in the house. With a growl she jumped out of the car to follow her. Stripping his clothes off, he made sure to put them into his laundry room where her clothes were before trying to locate her. He heard the shower run so he went straight towards the bathroom where she was already behind the glass 

He almost ripped the door off his hinges. Grabbing Sara he sat on the shower bench pulling her to him. Their lips were connected to every part of each other's body. She grabbed him and inserted himself in her. He groaned into her shoulder and her head went back. Slowly they moved in sync. It was slow but passionate, just wanting to be closer rather than a race to finish each other off.  Sara was so lost in the moment that she didn't feel Justin's lips near her ear. "You feel so fucking good baby." His voice was raspy and husky as he spoke "Gosh you are so fucking insatiable, I wish you could see how hot you look."

His words were icing on the pleasure cake. She began to press her lips to his shoulder and suck with a bite. She wanted to leave a mark, show everyone that he was hers. He took her to Oregon, he told her private, personal stories, he told her he loved her. He was hers and she was his.

Sara felt her orgasm approaching fast and angled her hips towards his while leaning back. The new position suited Justin for a minute before he wrapped her in a bear hug. With one last long moan He finished while Bouncing her on him trying to get her to reach her high. It didn't take long as she came apart on top and collapsed on him. Itt took a few minutes but afterwards they showered and got out. Justin laid on the bed. Sara smirked and didn't clothed herself, instead she grabbed the bottle of lotion. Dumping a good sized amount on her hand, she began to spread and rub in in on his chest and stomach. His eyes on her the entire time and she had light strokes.

She pulled his shorts down to see his half erect cock. Once she rubbed the lotion into his thighs, slightly teasing him so he became fully erect. She tied her hair up and began to deep throat him. She heard him groan. "Oh god Sara."

She loved giving him head. Loved hearing and seeing him fall apart underneath her. This big man became powerless to her. He liked to be in control of things so to see him give that up was so hot to her.

She worked on him like he was a delicious popsicle. Throwing in moans like she was porn Star, hell she would be making them proud if they say her. She gagged on him as he hit the back of her throat. His hands were in her hair as he pulled her off of him.

Out of breath he told her. "Wait babe, I have an idea." She stared at him waiting for him to respond. "We can 69." He was all of the sudden bashful as he thought she was going to object. She was surprised, that was for sure. "Won't I crush you though?" He rolled his eyes. "You will not, but even if you did I'd die a happy man." She blushed. He laid flat on his back before motioning her to assume the position. Facing his feet, she hovered on his face, still hesitant about setting her full weight on him. She heard him say something on other lines of 'give me a break' before pulling her down on him. 

"OHHH!" He licked her from her front all the way to her puckered whole. "Oh god" She moaned. She was so wrapped in pleasure that she almost forgot that she had a job to do. Leaning toward with a moan she took him back into her mouth and began to bob her head. She was trying so hard to focus but it was difficult when you had someone else going down on you as well. She felt Justin's actions speed up and she knew it was a competition to see who could get each other off first. Sara began to go faster as well as massage his balls with her hand. She swirled her tongue around his head  and he moaned. She could tell he was close and she thought she was going to win.

Until he pulled out a dirty move and used his fingers for penetration "OH!" She stopped moving at all and got lost in those long beautiful fingers. 

Before Sara could hit her high the entire room went black. "What the hell?" 

Justin groaned, the mood killed as he tried to locate his phone in the dark. "Powers out."

"And you don't have a generator?"

He shook his head as he felt Sara get off of him. "These are rare, plus I'm not home, so no." They heard a meow and then Sara spoke. "Come here Nova baby." Her phone flashlight lighting up the room.

The cat jumped up and Sara gathered her in her arms. "Poor baby." She muttered and kissed the top of her head. Justin huffed. "What about me? We were going to finish!" He tried to shoo the Bengal away but the asshole just purred in her arms. "Don't talk to her like that! She's scared."  Before he could come back with a retort his phone rang.

"It's my mom" He picked it up. She couldn't hear Holly's side, but based on what he was saying it sounded like their power was on or they had a generator. After a few more words were spoken he hung up and announced they were going to his parents so they wouldn't be alone in the dark. It was 10pm but if anything they could spend the night. Sara threw some stuff in one of her bags and guided Nova in her carrier. "We are not leaving her all alone in the dark" she replied when he looked at her.  "Also babe, we might want to brush our teeth before going there." They both shared a laugh. Once that was finished they headed over to Mark and Holly's

They walked into everyone at the kitchen table in their bed attire. "We brought things so we can probably crash in my old room." 

Patrick smirked. "Remember kids no hanky panky, this is a respectable household." Sara blushed. "Shut up! You and Carly probably broke that rule many times over this week!" Now it was Carlys turn to become red.

Pat wasn't fazed. "We're saving ourselves for marriage." He smirked. "Unlike you heathens."

Mark had to cut in, not wanting to hear about what his son's do with their partners. "Enough you two! Everyone have a seat at the table. Your mom brought out the baby books." Patrick and Justin both groaned while Carly and Sara squealed with delight at seeing little baby photos. "I have seen these so many times but they never get old" She told Sara.

She was excited. To see baby Justin photos and about his childhood outside of sports was exciting. Topped off with the first 'I love you' was the best thing ever. Holly opened the birth books and went over her pregnancies with each kids, how much they weighed. (They were big boys) and how they grew up. Typical fighting, rivalry, Justin being a sore loser. (Patrick told the laughing group he would purposely lose so he didn't have to deal with a sulking Justin.) 

Holly shed a few tears as she thought of her boys being older. She spoke so fondly of the baby and toddler years. "Did I tell you when Justin went to Los Angeles I sobbed the whole way."  She told Sara. "My mom did the same thing when they dropped me off at UCLA." 

"I was a huge basket case with Mitch. Justin and Patrick were right here."

The group stayed up til 1am talking and laughing about the old times. Mark asked Sara about her family, and she managed to gloss over a few things. She didn't want to dampen the mood with drama. Everyone departed to their rooms. Sara laid on his childhood bed taking everything in. 

He got on the bed. "You know." He whispered and began to kiss her shoulder. "We've need to finish what we started earlier"

"Justin I'm not having sex with you while you're parents are in the same vicinity." He groaned. "Please. I know you hated being interrupted too."

As on cue, Nova jumped on the bed and curled up on Sara's lap. "Ass" He muttered while looking at the cat. The door opened slowly and Dylan peeked his head through before walking up to the bed. "You know you're not allowed on my bed." 

Sara laughed as the dog jumped up. "Ass number 2." He muttered.

Laughing again she pulled him against her and they settled in. Shutting the light off, they laid In silence. He had thought she had fallen asleep. Then she spoke

"I love Oregon, it's so peaceful." He hummed in agreement. "I feel like I can turn myself off, like I can really sleep here." 

Justin smiled. "I'm glad."

"Let's move here. I'll become an art teacher, you can teach biology." Justin laughed. Sometimes he wished. "Hey Sara?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

He couldn't see her face but he knew she was smiling as well."

"I love you too."

A/N Alrighty guys! This is the last full Oregon Chapter. They are going back to Los Angeles. Will the bubble burst? Will the drama eradicate? Hmmmm

[apocalypticgargoyle]

Oh my god i just found you're writing and I'm obssessed. First of all, I'm in love with your edgy!karl series. Seriously, it's amazing. Second of all, I had a little idea that you can take as a request if you'd like. I was thinking edgy!dream/clay but with a shy innocent girl. And a hint of some fear play kink? Like she's all cute and he's so edgy shes scared and intimidated by him when they meet and it turns him on knowing shes both scared of him AND attracted to him at the same time so he uses it against her(consensually of course)

can we call him alt!dream? ;) also,,, i rly like this request...

𝐉𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒. ♘ 𝐚𝐥𝐭!𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 (𝟏𝟖+)

pairing: alt!Dreamwastaken x fm!reader

warnings: smut (18+), fighting, smoking, language, oral (fm. receiving), fear play, asphyxiation, sight size kink & praise, dominance

The movie theatre dimmed, the beginning credits of the film reeling as a montage of a city played in the background. You settled back in your seat, accepting the fact that you had been stood up, determined not to let it ruin the movie you had already paid for. That’s right; instead of treating yourself to a new pair of shoes or a set of notebooks, you agreed to meet up with a sleazy guy from class after weeks of him pleading.

You sighed slightly, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you realized you hadn’t even wanted to see the film and had only agreed because he suggested it. Someone moved into a seat near you, his legs stretching as he slumped down, purely due to his towering height. You stiffened, crossing your legs to inch away from him at the sight of his various tattoos peeking out from beneath his dark corduroy jacket.

He carded a hand through his dirty blond hair, revealing an eyebrow ring as he swept his bangs off his forehead momentarily. You tore your eyes from him as you noticed the cigarette balanced behind his ear. Even with the seat between the two, you could smell the smoke on his clothes mixing with the faintest hint of vanilla.

You folded your hands in your lap as you noticed him give you a once over. He reached towards you, making you flinch slightly before you realized he was holding out his bag of candy to you. “Want a jellybean? You look upset,” he motioned, voice low as he whispered.

You shook your head quickly, muttering a thank you and playing with your fingers. He shrugged, watching you for a second more before turning back to the movie. He tucked his arm behind his head, chewing on his lip as if debating whether he should keep talking to you or just let you be. You weren’t really sure which outcome you preferred.

On one hand, he fit every one of your guilty pleasure fantasies, while on the other, he terrified the hell out of you. It was more of an intimidating feeling, residing in the way each of his movements caught your attention and the way you could barely keep your eyes off his grungy appearance. Your mind drifted from the plot of the movie and towards the images of his tattooed hands wrapping around your throat and giving you a reason to be scared.

“You here alone?” He asked, popping another jellybean in his mouth. The action made you think of your grandpa waning himself off of tobacco when you were younger. Those jellybeans were blue and a flavor of comfort for you now, while the man before you seemed to only fish for the red ones.

You nodded hesitantly. “I got stood up,” you mumbled, making him shake his softly. “What about you? Are you here alone?” You wondered where you had gathered the courage to talk to him, his demeanor making you want to run, but his voice was a symphony to your ears in the darkness of the movie house, drawing you closer with each of his lulling words.

He wet his lips. “So far,” he answered. He stuck out his large hand for you to shake, his skin was coarse against yours as his finger reached to brush against your wrist. “I’m Clay,” he added, his name rolling into your mind and nestling itself into your memory just due to the tone of his voice. After you gave him your name his mouth curled into a soft smirk. “It’s nice to meet you,” he remarked. You blushed for an unknown reason, thankful for the darkness to mask your emotions.

Someone entered the theatre, marching up to Clay and leaning down to his ear. “Dream, we have to go now,” the guy whispered into his ear, just loud enough that you could hear him. Clay's face twisted into an annoyed expression while the guy turned to leave.

Clay straightened his jacket on his shoulders. “Not to seem to forward, but can I get your number?” He queried. You raised your eyebrows at him, basking in the fact that despite his friend’s agitation, Clay was taking his sweet time making his move on you.

As if you were acting on instinct, you grabbed a pen from your bag as he held his hand out to you again. You found a bare spot on his skin and wrote your number as clearly as you could manage with your shaking hands at the way his eyes watched you alluringly. Without thinking, you blew on the ink, trying to keep it from smearing. You froze, realizing what you were doing as he bit back a smirk.

He was completely eating up your awkwardness.

He reluctantly took his hand back, being pulled up by his friend. “I’ll call you,” he whispered on his way out, heat rushing to your ears.

The movie ended shortly after he left, sending you back out onto the city streets and away from your cocoon where you had forgotten about the sleazy classmate and let thoughts of Clay weasel their way into your nerves. As you stepped through the doors, your phone began to ring, kick-starting your heart at the thought of it being Clay. Instead, it was a friend of yours asking how your date had gone. You tucked the phone between your ear and shoulder as you pulled a piece of gum out of your purse.

Her ramblings went deaf on your ears as a car violently pulled up to an alleyway a block from you. You squinted as you moved closer, your apartment being in that direction anyway. A few men got from the car and that’s when Clay stepped into view from behind one of the buildings, flicking his cigarette to the ground and snubbing it out with the toe of his heavy boots as he watched them get out. You could see your number still written on his hand, mixing with his tattoos.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking tiredly at the group of men that had come from the car as his friends began to shout at them. Clay chewed on his lip, looking around and away from the conversation before his gaze met yours. His eyes widened slightly before he turned back, an attempt to keep the attention away from you.

One of the car members grabbed for Clay’s jacket, yanking him closer as if to get him to pay mind to the man talking. Clay sent him a cocky grin, towering over him. With his normal height and his boots, he had at least a foot on the guy. One of Clay’s friends separated the two, breaking the groups into a brawl while shouting was accompanied with fists and elbow jabs.

You turned, walking in another direction as briskly as you could without bringing attention to yourself and the group of boys in the alleyway. Little did you know, Clay was watching you leave and kicking himself for it.

The next day, your mind was racing with Clay’s whereabouts. He seemed like he had his opponents under control, but what if one of them had brought a knife or another weapon? It wasn’t unusual for boys in the city to butt heads like they were, but the fact that you’d let one nearly pick you up the night before was boggling.

You gripped the strap of your bag as you crossed the street, stepping onto the sidewalk and adjusting your skirt. You kept your head down as you passed various people coming and going from their apartments before your ears picked up on a familiar voice. You picked your eyes up, spotting Clay and a small group of guys walking together. He popped a jellybean in his mouth after chiming into their conversation.

You held your breath as they neared you and that’s when you noticed his bruised face and scraped knuckles. Your number was faded on his skin, but still apparent on the back of his hand. He smiled at you, breaking off from his group and walking backward to match your pace. You bit back a smile. “Glad to see you’re okay,” you mumbled, barely able to make eye contact with him. His friends called out for him and he waved them off, walking in line with you.

He chuckled lightly. “Yeah, sorry. I would have called last night but…” he made a gesture to his torso as he trailed off. “I broke a rib. I didn’t really… I don’t.” He laughed sheepishly as you raised your eyebrows. “I’m fine. It’s good,” he brushed.

You picked your gaze off the pavement finally, focusing on his discolored black eye and busted lip. He didn’t seem to be too hurt, but he wore his wounds well. “You’re not scared of me, are you?” He asked, voice changing slightly. You drew in a sharp breath, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before it could get further knotted in the wind. A few people narrowed their eyes at the two of you and you wondered how you looked together. What kind of juxtaposition it was; his tall, dark figure looking like death in Doc Martens while you barely passed his shoulder in height with your less intimidating color scheme.

You debated how to answer him. Your eyes flickered to his dangly earring; a silver ankh. He ate another jellybean. “I was at first. I’m still kind of weary of you, I guess,” you muttered, making a smile bite into his features.

Clay ran his fingers through his hair, which you were beginning to believe was a habit when he was coming up with what to say. “Do you want me to leave you alone?”

You shook your head. A blush crept to your cheeks. “No, I kind of like it,” you mumbled, barely audible enough for him to hear. His hand slipped into yours and you could feel your chest tighten.

“You like being scared of me?” His voice was dripping with allure, making you bite your tongue in a flushed embarrassment. “You just keep getting better and better,” he teased, making your ears burn.

You weren’t sure how you ended up there, but God, were you thankful for Clay’s hands as they kneaded your ass, his lips pressing against yours. He ground his hips against yours, moaning into your mouth as your nails sank into his tattooed skin. His tongue pressed past your lips, his large hand moving to fist in the sheets beside you before dragging up your shirt to grip your breast.

You breathlessly moaned as he broke your kiss, lips trailing down your body as he sat back on his knees, dragging your underwear off as your shirt was also discarded to the floor. He looped his arms around your thighs, bringing you closer to his mouth as his concentrated stare shifted to your eyes before he buried himself between your legs, your body tensing as a groan ripped through your body. Your fingers carded through his soft blond hair, tugging slightly in appraisal as he pulled away from you.

Clay looked up at you again, slowly pressing one of his long fingers into you, you moaned his name, reaching one of your hands up to grip at the headboard above you. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?” He asked, voice deep with lust as his breath fanned against your wet core. He pushed another finger into you as you nodded. He pressed his lips to your thigh. “I can’t believe you’re scared of me,” he mocked, making you whimper as his fingers pulsed against your sweet spot.

He pressed his lips to your core again, tongue teasing at your nerves as you caught your lips between your teeth. You moved your knee further up his arm for a better angle, driving him deeper. He pulled away, his fingers speeding up. “So needy,” he chuckled, the sound enough to send you over the edge if you really thought about it.

“Clay, please. I want you,” you whined softly, your thighs threatening to close around his head. His eyes sparkled devilishly, leaning away from you before tugging your legs towards him. He pushed his fingers into your mouth, jaw tensing as you moaned around him.

He grabbed your hips, flipping your body and pushing your shoulders into the mattress. You heard him unbuckling his belt and your fingers knitted into the sheets beneath you. He pulled you back by the shoulders, hand moving to hold onto your neck. “Maybe I should give you something to be scared of,” he chided, making a shiver run up your spine as he pushed your thighs apart driving himself up into you. You were sure you would tear in half at the sheer size of him, but you bit back your whimpers at the pleasuring pain.

One of your hands moved to grip onto his arm as he thrust into you, his teeth threatening to dig into your shoulder as you moaned. His other hand moved to tease at your nerves, his determination to summon your orgasm sending your head reeling. You tilted back your head, resting against his shoulder as his hand tightened around your throat.

He let go of you, dipping you against the mattress again as his fist knotted in your hair. He steadied himself, leaning on one of his arms beside your head. Your hand wrapped around his wrist as he thrusted into you at an ungodly pace, lips hovering beside your ear as he grunted your name and how good you felt.

You pushed your hips up against him turning your head enough that he pressed his lips against yours, the vibrations from his moans sending heat throughout your body. Clay’s tongue slipped into your mouth roughly, tasting your whimpers and lust. His teeth dragged against your lip as you felt him throb inside of you.

He pushed your shoulder back, moving you on your side as your leg curled around. At the new angle, he could drive himself deeper into you; dark green eyes focused on yours as his warmed breath cascaded over your chest. His hand moved to your jaw, running his thumb against your burning lips as his sights were almost hungrily looking upon you. Your breathing became shallow as he smirked at you, moving his hand to your throat again.

He leaned down, slowing his pace to drag in and out of you as his lips were close to your ear. He applied pressure, your breath hitching in your throat. “So pretty. Good girl, taking me so well,” he praised, making you moan as he kissed you again before speeding up his thrusts. You moaned out his name again, finishing as your eyes fluttered shut. He chuckled darkly, pounding into you harder. “Fuck,” he hissed, lips pressing to the skin behind your ears, digging his face into your hair as he chased his high.

He exhaled, breath blanketing your skin before he kissed your shoulder, cheek, and finally your lips in a quiet appraisal. You pulled him into the spot beside you. He ran his fingers through his hair as you curled against his side, his other hand brushing softly against your arm. You knotted your fingers with his, brushing your thumb against where your faded number rested. “Didn’t you just break a rib?” You asked, finally noticing the slide bruising on his side.

Clay chuckled softly. “Yeah, I think I was running on adrenaline until a second ago,” he groaned.

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[hiphop-rap-and-basketball]

Ya lil’ Glasses | LaMelo Ball One Shot

Pairing: LaMelo Ball x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,588

Summary: You and LaMelo Ball both attend UCLA for undergrad. Of course he happens to be that hype kid the class that’s loud with his friends. You both get paired up to do a project together for the class. He’s kind of mean and pokes fun and although he gets on your last nerve, you may or may not find him just a little tiny bit cute. Maybe.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, mentions of sex, female and male anatomy, orgasm control, possibly cliche, M/F.

A/N: damn forgive me it’s been a while since I’ve written smut, butttt I’m on a roll with writing lately soo that’s not stopping me. Let me know what y’all think ;) enjoyyyyy and happy reading

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You cannot believe you were paired up with Melo Ball for the most important assignment of this course for the semester. Yeah, it’s UCLA but they really just let any good sports player in and you cared about your education. He did not. All he did was mess around and crack jokes

with his friends in the class. Imagine acting like that in college, couldn’t be you.

When it came down to finally finding a time to work on it together, you could not wait to get it over with.

The first time you met with him for the project was in the common hall. You both settle down in your chairs and you pull out your laptops. As soon as Melo pulled his stuff out, he hopped on his phone.

“Can we just come up with an idea and be done today?” You ask, not really in the mood to ask for his full attention.

He looked at you before clicking his phone off and licking his lips.

“Yeah sorry, sorry, I gotchu.”

You cannot help but roll your eyes. He sits there in silence for a moment and actually starts shooting out ideas. You start writing them down until you finally agree on one.

“I think that’s a pretty good start,” you say, proud you guys at least got something down.

“I think so too. What you doing after this?” He asks, running his hands over his curls.

“Track practice at 4, shower, hopefully dinner after,” you say as you close up your laptop.

“You run track? Running is gross,” he laughs.

“How you gonna say running is gross when all you do is run up and down the court?” You ask, a little too loudly, someone shushes you and you both crouch down and begin whispering.

“Basketball is more than that,” he shot back, “you wouldn’t know.”

“Oh here we go, you all say that,” you respond, flicking your wrist at him.

“You all?? What that mean?” He asks.

“As in all the basketball players,” you laugh.

“Yeah yeah, you let me know when track become a real sport,” he fires back.

“It is!” You slam your fist on the table and he smirks, as if he is happy to get you all riled up.

“Mhmmm,” he replies.

“Over this conversation,” you say, getting up and throwing your backpack over your shoulder.

“When you trying to meet next?” He asks calmly, standing up close in front of you. You were looking up at him now, him being more than a foot taller than you made you feel small.

“I’m free all afternoon Wednesday, my class ends at 12:45p.m.”

“You would know when your class ends, nerd.” He responded.

You cock a brow at his attempt at a roast.

“Shut up,” you responded.

“Wednesday at 2p.m. Your dorm. How’s that sound?” He smiles.

“That works,” you shrug. He smiled at you before walking away. You both go your separate ways.

Wednesday came around quickly. Your head hurts today, so you decided to put your glasses on instead of wearing contacts. Even though you knew that would not help you deal with Melo’s bs. He was extra unfocused today.

“How was your dayyy?” He asked as he walking into your dorm room. He looked huge walking through the door it was kind of funny actually.

“Fine, and yours?” You ask, feeling obligated to do so since he asked you first.

“It was alright, better now that we are here working on our project together bestie,” he jokes, plops himself down on your bed to make himself comfortable. You sat on your desk chair facing him.

You caught up with a couple ideas and worked on some your work, actually getting something done, for now.

You had to show each other your screens, so you awkwardly sat next to him on the bed. He sat up. The two of you now with your backs up against the wall and feet hanging off the bed. You sit in silence for a moment.

“I like ya lil glasses, can I try them on?” He asked, smiled and looking in your direction now.

“N-“ before you could answer, he already swiftly pulled them off your face and put them in his anyway. You roll you eyes.

“Do I look smart?” He asked with the cheesiest smile on his face.

“You look stupid,” you reply coldly, although you secretly kind of liked how they looked on him. They fit his face well.

“I think you’re mad they look better on me,” he replied with a scoff.

“You’re sooo annoying,” you reply. Surprisingly feeling yourself fight a smile. “Can you focus please?”

He does the opposite of focusing, eyes looking around your dorm room for a moment.

“Have you ever had sex with a guy? Are you even straight,” He asked, catching you off guard. You took full offense to his question. Not because of him questioning your sexual orientation, but rather him thinking that was his business.

“That’s a personal question,” you respond quickly.

“Seriously? You have this single dorm all to yourself. You don’t even use it to its full benefits. You know how many girls I’d be bringing over if I lived in a single,” he tossed his pencil up in the air and caught it as he spoke.

“I’m here for my sport and to learn, not everything in college is about seeing how many people you can have sex with, Melo.” You responded, typing away at your computer.

Melo slowly lifted your computer off your lap, placing it on the opposite side of him.

“Hey-“ you reach out your hand to it. The room suddenly feeling a lot smaller than it was now that his face was right next to yours and you had nothing to do to keep your hands busy.

“Have you ever even kissed a guy?” He asked, you loosen up at his tone, which oddly enough seems a bit more sincere now.

“Um, no, no actually I haven’t,” you responded quietly, looking down on your lap.

“I don’t believe that.” He responded. “Stop lyin.”

“It’s true,” you shrug, throwing your hands up in defeat.

“You’re so pretty,” he smiles, making your heart skip a beat or two, but you’re usual chatterbox brain was too nervous to agree.

“Beauty standards have nothing to do with the fact that I haven’t kissed anyone yet. I simply choose not to settle-“

He cuts you off by grabbing the back of your neck with his large hands and pulling you in for a kiss. It lasted for what felt like forever but it was only about 10 seconds. Although you were surprised, you did not want to fight it, and you even found you hands settling on top of his shoulders before he pulled away.

You stared at him for a moment, wondering what in his right mind made him want to do that.

“Anyway, I’m ready to focus now,” he smiled, got up and sat in desk chair you were sitting in first.

You sat there eyes wide, trying to process what just happened.

“Um.. yeah… yeah okay,” you say slowly.

You sat there and decided to not acknowledge what just happened as well. Trying to focus on your work, you could not help by to continue replaying that moment in your head. The kiss on repeat for a while. A couple days even. You saw him in class and he was so nonchalant about it. It started to bother you.

It took everything in you not to ask him about the kiss. Not wanting to seem desperate but at the same time what the fuck. That caught you off guard completely.

The next time you too worked together, you worked in his dorm. His roommate was in there with you guys, engaging in the occasional conversation with the two of you.

This time, you actually cared about how you looked, wearing a little make up and wearing a floral sundress that stopped midway on your thighs.

When you walked up to the door, Melo looked you up and down for a moment before letting you in. He had shorts on with no shirt. His athletic build made your cheeks turn hot and look at the ground quickly.

“Welcome in,” he gestured. You walk in and it looks just as you thought a guys dorm room would look like. A damn mess.

You watched him with his back turned as he stood by his closet of clothes, muscles taut as he pulled a new shirt over his head.

You shuffled to get your stuff of your backpack out before he caught you staring and got to work.

His roommate was cute, and you did not care that you were flirting it up with him right in front of Melo. He kissed you with no explanation. You were determined to figure out why.

“Alright, I’m heading to the gym,” his roomie stated and you smile.

“Have funn,” you reply. You watch him walk out the door, looking down at your lap to flatten your dress then look back up at Melo. His face very clearly annoyed and unamused.

“What?” You smirk, asking in an oh-so innocent tone.

“It’s nothing,” he shook his head in response.

“Oh yeah?” You ask. “You sound a little pressed.” You push, big smirk on your face as you spoke.

“I’m good,” he replied coldly.

You confidently put your hand on his shoulder and replied. “Okay,” in a sarcastic tone.

He was not fucking with that. He pulled your arm down from his shoulder and pulled you into a kiss, this being your second time feeling his lips on yours. This one was more intense. You remember thinking of his lips and how they felt from the last kiss. Feeling them again made your heart pound with excitement.

“Shut up and don’t make me admit to jealousy,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m not giving you the satisfaction.”

His hands gripping the back of your hair and he spoke, eyes bouncing from your eyes and lips.

“Hmmm, I think you just did,” you nod your head and shrug your shoulder. He was not having your sarcastic tone. He pulled you closer to him, this time he was laying down and you were sitting top of his lap. He refused to break the kiss, hands from down your neck to your lower back.

In your mind, you were strategically making sure you were right on top of his dick. His lips felt so good to feel again. You were so lost in the heat of the moment now, as he began using his tongue in your mouth, you let out a small moan for the first time.

He let go of the kiss for a moment and smirked.

“I wanna hear your beautiful moans,” he admitted, voice deep and full of lust.

He flipped you over and now your body was underneath him on his bed. You lied down flat on your back. He hovered himself over you.

Kissing you a couple times more, before kissing his way down your neck and stopping at your breast.

“You knew what you were doing wearing this shit,” he stated sternly.

You roll your eyes, “shut up.”

“You gon stop giving me that smart mouth,” he replied, smirk on his face before making his way down further. Your heart beating even fast now. He lifted up your dress to find you only in a thong.

He quickly looked up you with a smirk on his face, shook his head and carried on. Yanking your panties off, his lip made their way to your clit like a magnet.

You moaned softly at the pleasure, in fear that someone might hear the two of you.

“What if he comes back?”

“I don’t give a fuck, he could watch,” his voice low and eyes hooded, way too focused at the task at hand to even look at you.

Licking and teasing at your folds, you feel yourself getting closer due to all the tension you had built up since you arrived to his dorm, your mind flashing the sight of him when you walked when he was just no shirt on. His dick print very clear through his shorts.

As you felt yourself getting close to the edge, he stopped, and looked up at you.

“Whyyy,” you groaned put your hands over your face in frustration.

“Because, you was talking all that shit,” he said with one finger in your folds as he rubbed it slowly.

“Please,” you said and his surprised eyes look into yours.

“Nope,” he smirked. Now you were not having it.

You reach down to his shorts and very clearly feel his hard member. You looked up at him with pleading eyes as you began to rub it slowly.

He leaned down and started kissing your neck. You and him both knew he did not want this to stop, and he was fighting with every ounce in his bones not to rip your dress off and fuck you right then and there.

But you knew how to get what you wanted.

“Then it’s my turn,” you smile, pushing him off you and getting down on your knees on the side of his twin sized bed.

Knowing you have never done this before, you were slightly worried you would not be that great at it. You moistened your mouth as you pulled his shorts down, you did not have anything to compare his size to, but you were guessing it was bigger than average.

You admired it for a moment before taking it into your mouth. You heard him suck in his teeth as you took a few licks.

“What’s the matter?” You ask innocently looking up at him through your lashes while you swirled your tongue around the tip.

He bit bottom lip threw his head back, you knew that no answer meant that shit was hitting.

“Keep doing that shit with your tongue,” he groaned quietly.

You keep going at it for a while, and stopped when you felt him starting to thrust into your mouth.

“That’s it,” he groaned as he pulled you on the bed, you watched as he began to slowly push himself inside of you, wincing at the pain, he went slow and you warmed up. He looked so good while he stroked you. You started to feel better and better. He watched you as you took all of him now and proudly.

“I told you to stop talking all that shit,” he groaned.

“I don’t regret it,” you smirk.

“You bout to,” he stated as he began to speed up the pace.

You moaned louder as he continued to thrust into you. You could not believe this moment was actually happening. Him giving into it fed into your pride.

You watching at he admired every ounce of body, gripping and tugging at your soft spots. He held your hips as he picked up the pace.

He pulled out and finished himself off on your stomach. You lay there feeling a mess, he gets a towel and you guys get yourselves together throwing the occasional smirk at each other.

“You look so pretty taking this dick,” he stated, grabbing your neck and kissing you slowly. You smiled into the kiss.

“I’ll do it again,” he confirmed, both hands holding your face as he kissed you hard, tonguing you down.

“Chillll,” you laugh. “Let’s get this damn assignment going already.”

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Felt like crying, so I came to you, my friend! Mc and Mammon went out shopping, specifically to buy gifts for his brothers, as an apology. When they get back home they are met with hostility. They berate Mammon until Mc screams at them to shut up, then rips into each of them for their treatment of Mammon. Then finishes with "Don't expect Mammon to stay here when he can live with me in the humanworld. I'm done with you. Mammon, lets go, you deserve better, love" and leaves w/ Mammon. Thank you!

You came to me because you felt like crying and that gives me two (2) things to think about. 1.) I'm apparently someone who people see as a tissue? 2.) My angst is just THAT good. Also! Apparently today is rain on Mammon day and I'm here for it not me avoiding my exam to write these things

Warning: uh.... Angst?

Soul-Searching (MAMMON X GN!READER ft. THE BROTHERS)

“You know, I’m proud of you for suggesting this.” Truly, you were. Mammon was your favorite and you felt for him, but you also completely understood where his brothers came from. At first, it honestly annoyed you as well; the constant stealing, the lying… You tried blaming it on his avatar, but even then it doesn’t explain the lying that comes with it. However, you do realize that it’s a habit and it’s a habit that is hard to fix, so instead of constantly getting onto him like the rest, you tried to understand him a bit more and give him some life advice. So far, you have managed to get Mammon to give back all the things he has recently taken from his brothers, and some of them even got an apology. You’ll be working on how to properly apologize, though, because oof, that was a mess. 

And now? Now you managed to take a small trip with him downtown to at least attempt to make things better. Mammon is now, or at least today, using his own money to buy some things that his brothers would be fond of: a new vinyl player for Lucifer (non-cursed), a new Ruri-chan t-shirt for Leviathan, a neck pillow for Satan because lord knows he has some cramps back there with the way he leans over and down to read his books. Then some perfume for Asmodeus that he had been swooning about, a gift card to Beel’s favorite restaurant for the glutton, and a heated blanket for Belphie. You were proud, truly, that Mammon wanted to do this. As a matter of fact, he was the one who suggested it. “Maybe… uh.. I could… ya know… buy somethin’ they like” is what he said. You were just excited and agreed to help. 

Now you were going back to the house with a few shopping bags and ice cream almost fully eaten. You paid for the ice cream, as a way to reward Mammon, and you’re sure he’s secretly thanking you for that because some of these items truly did burn a hole into his credit card, which is partially his fault. “Lucifer deserves more than some random vinyl player.” his words, not yours. Also “satan needs one of them neck pillows that massage it, too!” again, his words. So yeah, some money was definitely spent on these items, but… once again, you were proud. “I think they’ll love everything, Mam. They’d be fools if they didn’t.” Hearing you say that made Mammon feel a lot better, honestly, and a small rush of confidence came to the surface “Ya betcha they will! Nothin’ but the best from the Great Mammon!” You just laughed. 

However, upon arrival, it was a different sight. As a matter of fact, you barely made it through the door before Beel was grumbling something about Mammon eating his custard, which is true, but it’s just a custard? “MAAMMMOONNN!!” and then there was Lucifer who appeared so fast you wondered if he was even real. He went on a whole rant about how irresponsible Mammon is and how another bill came in the mail that talks about Mammon’s debt. Satan and Belphegor teamed up to show empty hands, which left both you and Mammon confused, but then “do you see anything here? No? That’s because you sold our belongings, Mammon!” Mammon can be lucky that Leviathan was still holed up in his room because he just remembered that he also, at some point in the past, sold one of Levi’s figures. Asmodeus came last and honestly he wasn’t mad, he was just annoyed. “I saw you go through my things, Mammon. Nothing was taken, but it was still so incredibly rude!” 

Next followed a screaming match which was basically just Mammon trying to defend himself, trying to show the bags and apologize, but none of them would have it. It irritated you. Yes, they had every right to be mad because personal belongings should stay with their owner(s), but at the same time, they didn’t even give Mammon a chance to explain, especially after he’s been holding the bags up and attempting to apologize. “You’re so stupid, Mammon” “StupidMammon” “so irresponsible. You know better than that. Do you need another time out session, Mammon?” “I can’t believe you’d go through my stuff again!” by now your eyes were twitching and the voices echoing off the walls surely didn’t help your case. One more word and you’d snap, surely, especially since Mammon’s hand is now shaking and you grabbing it did nothing at all. “We would be better off without you.”

Ah yes, there it is. The final straw. The amount of anger boiling inside you right now isn’t even manageable anymore and you’re surprised that Satan, as the Avatar of Wrath, has yet to notice it. “Shut up! Shut up, Shut up, Shut up! All of you!” You yanked Mammon behind you, almost protectively and Belphegor found the need to laugh at it. “Really? You’re going to protect him?” Oh, there. That’s your first victim. “Are you really that dense, Belphegor, or is sleep still clouding your brain cells? That is your brother you’re currently making fun of and I don’t know about you, but I was taught that family sticks together, blood related or by choice. So how about you get your head out of dreamland, take this stupid heated blanket that he bought for you, as an apology, and wake up for a second.” yes, you did throw the bag at him and then you pointed your finger at Beel. You’d regret later on that you’re tearing into him as well because Beel means well at the end of the day, but still, he was also part of this. 

“You’re my least worry, Beel. Honestly you’re too caught up in your burgers and brawns to care for a second that your brother tries very hard to be liked by all of you. Sad, really.” you threw the card at him too. As a matter of fact, you threw all of the bags right in front of them. “And then Asmo.. oh my God, first of all, the world doesn’t revolve around you. Shocker, I know. If you were half as empathetic toward your family as you are obsessed with yourself, maybe you wouldn’t feel the need to always go party and drink your life away. Oh, I’m sorry, did that hit just a little too hard? Can’t be harder than the hangovers you wake up with on a regular basis.” You glared at him before turning your attention to Satan. “Honestly, if you weren’t such a baby inside I may actually be scared of you. You always complain about how stupid he is, how he needs to just learn, but you? What do you do all day? You hole yourself up in your room and read about worlds that you wish you could enter. News flash: you’d die before you had the chance to say hello. People don’t like self-proclaimed assholes. Mammon IS smart. He’s very talented, too, but you’re too far up in Shakespeare’s ass that you fail to realize that everyone has knowledge in different fields of life. Give me a break.” 

Satan was about to retort but you already moved on to Levi. “and you! Let’s be honest, if it weren’t for you wallowing in self-pity and fake depression, you would have absolutely no personality traits. What are you again? The Avatar of Envy? How about instead of being envious of others’ accomplishments, you actually start working on yourself. It’s truly pathetic that a couple millenia old demon’s only purpose in life is ramen and self inflicted emotional pain. Seriously, what are you? A pitiful loner? I can’t even begin to empathize with you in any way, shape, or form.” Your blood was boiling right now and maybe if they hadn’t attacked Mammon like they did, you would’ve felt bad about Levi’s sad face right now, but there was still one person left to deal with.”

“And you… beautiful, responsible, way-too-good-for-you older brother, Lucifer.” He’s been glaring at you this whole time, arms crossed over his chest but you stood your ground. You’re not quite sure how you managed, but you did. “You call yourself the best, the most responsible. You constantly say this family would fall apart without you, but that’s not it, is it? I think you’re just lonely. You force these six to be by you, to respect you and borderline worship you. Not because you deserve it…” you chuckled, shaking your head, “no. You’re just so sad that Daddy and Michael left you, mocked you, that you turned your sadness into anger and took it out on these six, but especially Mammon. Why? Because you see yourself in him. You call him your favorite brother, but it’s not because he actually is… he just reminds you of everything you used to be: fun, reckless, and feeling. Now you’re just cold, mean, and bitter. Don’t bother calling yourself the mighty first because without him you would be neither. Maybe if you pulled that stick out of your arse and actually tried to get to know your brothers, maybe you wouldn’t be so lonely all the time. Family, right? That’s what you want. How about you start acting like one.” 

You shook your head after that, grabbing Mammon’s hand and kicking the bags in front of you before dragging Mammon back out the door. “Those are for you, by the way. Not that you deserve them, but they’re Mammon’s way of apologizing for all the things you accused him of the minute he set foot into the house. Have fun. We’re going to the castle and, if we’re lucky, to a real home.”