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In Flames I Sleep Soundly (1/2)

Summary: What do you do when you find out that person you trust the most is a liar? Or the Unfaithful AU that I've been wanting to read for a while.

Word Count: 9k+

Warnings: Angst, Smut (18+), Cheating/Adultery, Implied Het Sexual Content

Author’s Note: I was thinking about making a separate tumblr for fics (since I primarily post fanarts), but I’m too scatterbrained two maintain more than one account. I recently saw Unfaithful (2002) again and thought about doing an AU based on that movie. The title of this fic are lyrics from "Wedding Song" by Yeah Yeah Yeahs. No betas. And I won't apologize for how imperfect this monster is. I haven't written in more than a decade, so let's all suck it up.  

AO3 / Part Two / Masterlist

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Part One

Summer arrives in Westview, New Jersey in a fairly conspicuous manner. Its parks have been repainted with various shades of green, and the oversized trench coats on the streets that its residents are so fond of during the cold months are nowhere to be found.

Despite these observations, Westview remains a sleepy town. At least it is to you, but that's probably because you’ve spent half of your life in Manhattan. You and Wanda moved to New Jersey a few months ago after you were promoted to branch manager. The salary that came with it was enough to pay off your student loans including Wanda's, so it was easy to accept the offer despite the trade-off of having to move to a relatively unknown and rural town.

"It's only temporary," you told Wanda when you broke the news. "My supervisor said that if I can prove myself there, I can come back as a regional manager."

Wanda had assured you that you had her full support. At the time, she was working part-time at a small gallery for up-and-coming artists in the state, and while she needed to start somewhere to realize her dream of becoming an art dealer, she figured it wouldn't derail her career so much if she could learn art trading online.

Everything happened in a blur after that. In two weeks, you were driving to Westview with nothing but two suitcases and your dog, Sparky, on Wanda's lap. You held her hand while she slept throughout the entire trip and you faced the unknown roads that led to your new life.

The house they picked for you and your family exceeded your expectations. Granted, you had to subsidize a percentage of the move-in fee, it was a small price to pay to have so much space. The bathroom alone is larger than the guestroom of your previous two-bedroom apartment in Yorkville. On the first day, Wanda had explored the house with a childlike wonder, while Sparky tried to cover every inch of its ostensibly boundless backyard. That night, with only a blanket laid out on the floor, you made love to Wanda and then some more on the kitchen counter and the bathtub upstairs, inside the master's bedroom.

You've been married to her for five years, but a fresh start gave you two the sexual appetite of newly weds. It didn’t take 48 hours to christen every room in the house.

By now, a routine has been established: you wake up at five in the morning to go out for a run, back at home by six, and then showered and dressed for work before seven. Wanda, on the other hand, would try to get up before you're done with your ceremonies to prepare breakfast. She's not always successful–sometimes waking up long after you've gone to work.

"You want some coffee?" Wanda wakes you out of your stupor. She's still in her nightgown, holding two cups of freshly brewed coffee. Her auburn hair is up in a messy bun and she is, after all these years, a sight to behold.

You look at her and then at your left wrist to check the time on the Rolex she gave you as a wedding gift. You still have a few minutes, but there's an urgent staff meeting that you're a little anxious about.

"And maybe some omelet?" Wanda suggests when you don't answer, already cracking some eggs in a bowl.

"Sorry, babe, got to run." You shake your head apologetically before walking over to her and kissing the back of her head. Wanda merely continues whisking the eggs for a while before commenting, "Until when are you going to have these early meetings?"

"I don't know. Maybe the end of the month?"

"You're the boss. Can't you just call them off? Maybe schedule them during actual office hours?"

You shrug and say nothing, unwilling to engage in an argument so early in the day. Wanda exhales heavily at your lack of reaction, which compels you to reach for her hand and stroke it. Seeing how she’s not pulling away from your touch, you move to hug her from behind.

"I'll try to be home early tonight, okay? I miss you too." You say softly and kiss her cheek.

"I didn't say I miss you." Wanda deadpans, but she's already turning around in your arms for a proper embrace. You kiss her forehead and let her hold you for a few beats. She buries her nose in your neck and inhales deeply. “I told you to stop wearing this perfume. It makes you unbearably enticing.” Wanda admonishes you with a hungry look.

It’s embarrassing how easily your wife can turn you into a bashful teenager with a little flirting.

“Well, maybe you should do something about it.” You playfully taunt her.

“Maybe I will.” Wanda says in a low voice, and she’s close enough for you to notice the total lack of green in her eyes.

As much as you want to rip her silky lingerie and take her right then and there, the fact is you are already going to miss the first few minutes of the meeting–and then maybe a quarter of it if you don’t leave soon.

"I really have to go. But first things first," You grab one of the two cups of joe and Wanda starts giggling when you drink from it in one go. "Best coffee in the world. Maybe you should start a cafe business."

"Idiot." Wanda taps your nose affectionately, before shoving you towards the door.

Later, you arrive home just a few minutes shy of midnight. The house is deathly silent, even your dog could not be bothered greeting you at the door. You go straight to the bedroom, making as little sound as possible, to find Wanda asleep on her side, facing away from you. You get rid of your clothes and climb into bed. You carefully inch towards her and press your front against her back, spooning her. You hear her breath hitch, but before you can start thinking of an apology, you fall fast into a dreamless sleep.

***

It’s two months later and on a lazy Sunday afternoon, when Wanda breaks the news that she’s been offered a temporary position at Westview Institute of Arts and Sciences. You’ve watched your wife gradually grow restless each week, having a difficult time adjusting to life in the suburbs. Wanda interviewing for a job wasn’t as forthcoming as her asking you to move back to the city. Taking the job would mean integrating with the community in a semi-permanent way. So it’s a surprise that Wanda would even consider it.

"Assistant professor?" you ask distractedly, not looking up from the Jonathan Tropper novel on your lap. Wanda’s perched on one of the barstools of the breakfast counter, waiting for her banana bread to be done in the oven. Sparky lays at her feet, also waiting for the banana bread.

"What do you think?" Wanda muses and drums her fingers on the table.

You regard your restless wife for a moment, before closing the book and tapping the spot next to you on the couch. “C’mere.”

Wanda does as she’s told and Sparky follows after her.

"I think it’s a great opportunity and experience to have. But I thought you're getting a lot of projects from Upwork."

You try not to sound too partial to the idea of her working in the university. However, if you’re being totally honest, it would essentially solve the problem of your wife’s mild existential crisis– and your guilt of probably causing it.

"It’s just a side-hustle,” Wanda argues. “Besides, they’re going to need me only three times a week and they offered me a full-time pay.”

“Sounds too perfect to be true.”

Wanda shakes her head. “I don’t think so. It’s not unheard of that there’s a huge demand for educators in small-town institutions.”

“So you’ll take it?”

Wanda nods with a smile and then says, “Only if you’ll drive me in the morning.”

“Of course, baby.” You say almost instantly and give her a quick peck on the lips. It doesn’t even matter that Wanda has her own car since she hates driving with a passion.

"Professor Maximoff." Her potential designation rolls off your tongue coolly. You’ve never really pictured Wanda in academe before, and now you can’t get rid of the image of her in a perfectly tailored suit.

The corners of Wanda’s mouth quirk up in a dreamy smile. "Kinda has a ring to it, huh?"

"A very sexy ring to it, professor."

Wanda giggles as you go ahead and think of ways to sneak into one of her classes some time in the near future.

"I'd tell you I've gotten a job at Baskin' Robbins and you'd say I look hot in their uniform." she points out.

"I bet you're hotter with all your clothes off."

Suddenly, the oven dings and Sparky starts barking at Wanda.

“And you’ve got a one-track mind,” she mutters with an undercurrent of mirth, before getting up to return to her baking. “Ten points from Hufflepuff!”

You burst into a fit of laughter. “Can’t blame me for having a hot wife. Also, I’m a Gryffindor you vexing Slytherin!”

Wanda can be the biggest dork at times, and it only makes you fall for her a little harder in these moments.

She sticks her tongue out at you. “Dream on, Badger Queen.”

***

It’s some kind of Hollywood domestic bliss.

You still wake up at five to go out for a run, but now Wanda’s your running buddy and you’re always trying to catch up with her pace.

“I can’t believe this gives you more energy than coffee.” she said the first time she laced up and she finished her run a minute faster than you. You thought it’s ludicrous that Wanda was a natural athlete on top of her good looks, but you figured it was an organic truth given that her brother played professional soccer for a couple of years before he got into the business side of sports.

Most days, you’d let Wanda clean up first while you cook breakfast. On one occasion that you joined her in the shower, Wanda turned up so late in class some of the students were already preparing to leave.

“That can’t happen again.” Wanda told you.

“Whatever you say, babe.”

You’d been married to her long enough to know that Wanda often broke her own rules. Historically, you’d watch her do so with satisfaction just because it’s usually an unspoken challenge between married people. And maybe because it reminded you that she’s human. Imperfect as much as you were.

“Just be careful, Y/N,” your best friend, Natasha, told you a month into dating Wanda Maximoff. “Mistakes and disappointments are inevitable. Hell, even I will let you down at some point in the future.”

“You have. Many times.” you said jokingly.

“Is that right? Look, all I’m saying is it’s also not fair to Wanda if you put her on such a high pedestal.”

Natasha was right. However, it wasn’t like you could change who you were and how you loved. The night you met Wanda at freshman orientation, you knew she was the one. You loved her through college as her closest friend as much as you did when she began to see you in a new light thereafter.

And even now, as you stare at her sneaking a nap on the drive to her workplace, nothing has changed. It’s a cherished moment, no matter how mundane.

Your hopeless crush on Wanda never really went away.

You feel very lucky that she feels the same way.

***

You’re about ten feet from the door of your house when you hear scratches from behind it, followed by Sparky’s incessant barking. Quickly, you fish out your keys from your backpack and open the door.

Sparky jumps at you as soon as the door swings open, and then starts licking at your pants.

“What’s up?” you say, scratching behind his ears until he calms down.

You look around the empty living room and notice for the first time that Wanda’s not home.

You send a text to her asking where she is. Sparky is making whiny noises, while pushing his empty bowl towards you with his tiny paw.

“Sorry, bud. Let’s get you your dinner.” You say, picking up the bowl and bringing it to where you store his food. You open the cupboard to find a mostly empty bag of Merrick. Sparky patiently waits for you, wagging his tail. Wanda was supposed to get some groceries this afternoon.

You check your phone and find no new messages.

“Looks like you’re coming with me for a quick run to the grocery store.” You tell Sparky with a sigh.

Sparky tilts his head at you in confusion. You send another text to Wanda telling her you went out and ask if she’s already eaten, before heading out to your car once again.  

You don’t hear back from Wanda long after you’ve had dinner by yourself and it’s almost midnight. Your anxiety levels are at an all-time high, and you’re about to call the cops when you hear her car approaching the garage.

You’re waiting by the door, so at the very second she slips inside the house, you hoist her into a desperate embrace like a mad woman.

“Where were you?” You exclaim as you pull away and clasp her shoulder blades hard. “I’ve been worried sick and you went dark on me.”

Wanda winces at you, gently prying your fingers from her. “My phone died and I forgot to bring my charger. I was writing the final exam that I have to turn in by tomorrow, and got carried away. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t do that again. You couldn’t have borrowed someone’s cell or call from the school?”

“Like I said, I was working,” Wanda rolls her eyes, just a tad snidely. “It’s Westview. What’s the worst that could happen to me? Please let it go, I’m so fucking exhausted.”

It’s not that you’ve never heard your wife curse before, but you can’t help but flinch given the context at which she’s said it.

“Fine,” You clench your jaw, stepping out of her way. “We’ll talk about this in the morning.”

“Sure.” Wanda says stoically.

You don't talk about it in the morning. Or at all.

***

The forecast is you’re not going to hit this quarter’s targets. You’ll be two to three percent short, and everyone is telling you there’s not enough time to pull off a new campaign and drum up enough business to meet the numbers.

Your stubborn nature beseeches you to try anyway. It is, of course, at the cost of being stuck in front of your laptop in the dead of night.

Wanda approaches you to see if you need anything before she goes to bed without you. You smile at the sweet gesture but shake your head no.

“I’m good,” you say.

“Are you sure? I’ve got us fresh tea bags.”

“Positive.”

“Okay, good night.” she offers you a faint smile and starts to leave the room.

“Wands?” you utter abruptly.

She pauses and leans against the door frame. “Yeah?”

“Do you love me?”

“Of course, I love you,” Wanda drags her feet back to you. “What a silly question.”

“I guess I’m just feeling silly. We’ve been working hard, and when we’re together,” You let out a mirthless laugh. “We’re still working.”

Wanda nods solemnly but doesn’t speak. You can’t see her eyes with just a lamp lit on your desk and you're oddly grateful for that.

“I just miss you.”

“Me too.”

“Okay, uhm,” you fidget, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “Good night.”

“Good night.”

***

You wake up to wet kisses all over your face, only to be sorely disappointed to find out it's just Sparky, while Wanda looks at you softly as she waits for you to shake off the residues of sleep.

“Baby, I need a favor.” Wanda says.

"Good morning to you too." You reply good-naturedly.

Wanda ducks her head sheepishly. "Sorry, I've been waiting for you to wake up. I've said ‘good morning’ in my head, like, a hundred times." she tells you.

You silently brush a lock of hair from her face, before scooting closer to her and pressing a small kiss on her forehead.

"How can I be of service, m'lady?" you ask.

Wanda gets to it immediately. “There’s this painting I need from where I used to work. I need to bring it tomorrow, but I can’t take the day off. There’s no substitute because, well, I’m supposedly the substitute.”

“Sure, I’ll drop by there after work.”

Wanda makes a bashful noise of disapproval. “They’re only open until three-thirty.”

It’s a bad time to be missing work these days, but Wanda rarely asks for your help with anything. She’d sooner ask a stranger than her partner. There's one ex-boyfriend of hers you actually got to talk to in the past long before you and Wanda happened. The conversation was short, with mostly him talking–or rather ranting about how Wanda never made him feel needed. He went as far as claiming that she emasculated him in many ways. You never agreed with his insinuations of it being Wanda's flaw, and that it contributed to the downfall of their relationship. You like that Wanda is not a damsel in distress and that she carries herself with an air of confidence that only a truly independent woman can exude.

Although it does feel good to be needed sometimes.

“I’ll take care of it.” You assure her.

“Thank you,” Wanda says, and then proceeds to give you a tight but fleeting hug. "Alright, I'm gonna go get ready."  

You plop back on the bed with a huff. You haven't gone out on a proper date with Wanda for months, and you don't know how much longer you can survive this routine of late nights and rush hours. Maybe a vacation isn't too improbable by the end of August. Wanda's always wanted to visit Maui and, but you've kept deferring it until next year. A year has turned into two, three, and you don't realize it until just now that she's stopped mentioning it to you.

You make a mental note to search for discount flights later. Or maybe you can start with something more feasible like, say, lunch?

"Wands?"

The noise of the running shower drowns out your call, so you lumber from the bed and towards the bathroom.

Your mouth goes dry at the view of Wanda's soaked body, nostrils flaring at her stupid rule of no sex before work.

Wanda turns around and your eyes drop lower.

"Jesus, Y/N!" she gasps, then lets out a breathy laugh.

"Sorry," you lie, smirking at her nakedness. "Should we go out for lunch later?"

"I'd love to," Wanda says. "But I've got a lunch meeting with the dean."

"I see." you say and linger by the door. The crestfallen look on your face doesn't go unnoticed by your wife.

"We can have dinner," Wanda proposes tentatively. "Maybe drive to the city for some steaks and a dive bar after?"

Your eyes light up at her suggestion, heart brimming with repose.

"I'll pick you up at seven," you say. "It's a date."

Wanda throws a wink in your direction before turning back around to lather herself with your favorite soap.

-

Finding a parking space in Soho is almost next to impossible. You've only been living out of Manhattan for a couple of months, but it already feels like the population has doubled since. You're thinking about just leaving the car somewhere near the island and using the subway, when a woman enters your view and you step on the break as fast as you could. There's a loud screeching sound to be heard before the woman is rushing to your door with every intent to pulverize you on the spot.

As soon as you roll your window half-way through, a string of profanities welcome your ears like a gunshot. What you don't count on is hearing them from a spectacularly familiar voice.

"You almost got me killed you fucking asshole –"

You tilt your head towards your assailant. There's no mistaking that pair of green eyes.

“Yelena?"

Natasha's younger sister stares at you wide-eyed before her face breaks into the brightest smile.

"Y/N?"

"I almost didn't recognize you. I'm glad you still remember my name." you say. The last time you saw each other was right before Yelena went to an English university that you’ve forgotten the name of(it rhymes with ‘weed’) and you were a freshman in college. Yelena was a brunette then; she used to wear thick-rimmed glasses and her hair was always up in a low ponytail. The Yelena in front of you has blonde hair, a nose-piercing, and a cherry blossom tattoo on her chest that trails down and disappears into the collar of her blouse.

"How could I forget the only friend of my sister who was ever nice to me?" she quips with a toothy grin.

You blush at the fond memory of tutoring Yelena and treating her often to street shawarma.

"That's not true. Bruce was friendly with you as well."

"That's because he was dating my sister and wanted to get on my good side. What are you doing here anyway?"

"Looking for somewhere to park. Do you happen to know any in the area?"

"I've got one if you want. It's just down the street, second corner to your right."

"You're renting a parking space in Manhattan? I'm absolutely impressed."

“Oh, no!” she exclaims. Then adds, "It's my roommate, Kate's. She's loaded."

"Are you sure it's okay?"

Yelena nods and you thank her as she lets herself in your car.

The parking turns out to be too narrow, and so Yelena has to get out before you slot your car in the spot securely. Afterwards, she asks you where you’re off to, and you tell her that you’re picking up a painting for your wife. You ask her to come with you when she expresses an interest in the gallery.

You reacquaint yourselves with each other on the long walk to Wanda’s previous workplace. The conversation is, for lack of a better term, enjoyable. Yelena has always been an easy person to talk to–a remarkable contrast to Wanda who is often a challenge.

��When did you come home?” you ask suddenly after a while of talking about your work and recent settlement at Westview.

“Two years ago.”

You’re taken aback by her answer, feeling a bit hurt as you process the new information. Yelena’s been here all this time. Why didn’t she try to contact you?

“My cell didn’t ring either, you know.” Yelena tells you as if she can read your mind.

“Nat didn’t mention anything. I assumed you were still in London.”

“Leeds. The British are right about us not knowing any other city in the UK.” Yelena chuckles. “I told Nat to keep her mouth shut about my affairs.”

Before you could reply, Wanda’s ex-colleague, Agatha, comes out with the painting in hand. Yelena saunters off to observe the artworks on display.

“Thank you, Ms. Harkness.” you say, accepting the piece that was about the size of Mona Lisa.

“Welcome, dear. Whoever bought this must be made with money.”

The painting is wrapped in manila paper and it makes you curious who it is for. It must be someone who held a high position at Wanda’s university.

You excuse yourself with a polite nod, unaware of the look of suspicion she directs at Yelena, as your companion trails behind you on the way outside.

“Someone’s got a crush on you.” Yelena bumps your shoulder with hers.

“Wanda seems to think so too. Though I bet she’s just a nice old lady.”

Yelena laughs and slaps your arm this time. “Dude, she’s not old, old !”

“Someone’s got a crush,” you tease her back. Then, as if on cue, a reckless motorist speeds through a puddle, causing a wave of wastewater to splash all over your shirt.

“Shit,” you hiss, frowning at the ruined fabric of your white button-down. Yelena takes out her handkerchief and proceeds to wipe the specks of grease from your neck and face.

“Come on, we have a washer in the apartment.”

-

"Sorry I couldn't come to your wedding."

The hot coffee you just sipped refuses to come down your throat.

Yelena snickers at the dumb look on your face and says, "I'm just messing with you."

Your veins pulse in your temple as you force yourself to swallow. Yelena’s having a field day with you, poking fun at you on every opportunity.

"I'm so sorry for not extending an invite. It happened pretty quick. It was just your sister and Clint, and then Wanda's brother, Pietro. Our reception was at a pub in Brooklyn, and just getting absolutely shitfaced." you rush out, toying with the sleeves of Yelena’s sweater you borrowed. It’s cozy despite the hot weather. And undeniably smells like her.

"I know, Nat told me. Hey, I'm not offended. Besides, getting a wedding invitation from you would've been weird because,” Yelena pauses, and then sadly says, “We haven't connected in a long time."

"Yeah," you agree with a rueful smile. You haven't spoken to or thought about Yelena since you met Wanda.

“What’s she like?”

“Wanda? She’s…” It dawns on you that it’s not easy to translate your regular daydreams of her into a description you’d share with someone else.

“Exquisite,” you say, after going over various adjectives in your head. “And driven and smart. A glass half-empty to my glass half-full.”  

“I’m happy for you,” Yelena mutters over her glass of Merlot.

“And Kate? How did you meet her?”

“We’re just friends.”

“Who are living together,” you point out.

“Best friends then.” Yelena says, unperturbed.

You smirk. “If you say so.”

“I’ve dated around, but I never really found someone who could replace–” Yelena bites her lower lip to stop herself.

Except, she didn’t have to because you know.

You’re both quiet for a while, before you break the silence with, “Anyway, thanks for the parking and saving my shirt.”

"You did take my virginity. That's something I can never repay you for."

You’re too shocked to react–she is too, at her brazenness–that for a while you just stare at her with your mouth agape.

Placing the coffee mug on the table, you get up on shaky feet.

“Sorry, that was a bad joke. I–”

“You know what, I should go."

"Oh," Yelena gets on her feet as well. "But your shirt?” she asks weakly.  

"I'll just continue drying it at home. And then," you look down at the sweater you borrowed from her. "I'll mail this to you."

"Don't worry about that, I haven't worn that in ages."

"I promise to return it."

"Okay."

"Alright, so," Not quite knowing how to say good-bye, you jerk your thumb towards the door. "I'm gonna head out now."  

Yelena closes the distance to give you a hug, which she keeps short when you go rigid at the proximity of her body and yours.

"Bye, Y/N."

***

Wanda cancels dinner at the last minute. You’re surprisingly amenable and just text her when she’ll be home. You decide to cook for Wanda and try to convince yourself it’s not because you just need to keep busy and not think about what happened earlier with Yelena.

***

It’s Wanda’s day-off and she’s overslept. You watch your wife sleep soundly on her stomach, without a care in the world. Like this, the years fall away from her face and she looks like the girl you strongly want to protect for the rest of your days. Your eyes scan the room, until they fall onto the chair beside the bed. Hanging over it is a newly-bought lingerie with its tags still attached to it.

“Can you stop being a morning person just for today?”

You avert your gaze from the piece of clothing upon hearing Wanda’s voice still thick with sleep.

“Hi,” you greet your wife, twisting your wedding ring on your finger.

“Hi.” Wanda greets back, peeking at you from the comforter.

“I made breakfast, who’d you like to join me?”

“Sure, just give me a minute.”

You think about telling her you’ll wait until she’s ready and you can go together, but there’s an air of unfamiliarity and awkwardness hanging over your head–even worse is you don’t know where these feelings are coming from.

You don’t mean to count but it takes Wanda roughly twenty minutes to meet you at the breakfast table. It’s easy to force down your irritation when she looks immaculate and very put together.

Together, you eat in silence. You try to make conversation but in the end, Wanda’s responses are clipped and unfocused, so you just concentrate on finishing your oatmeal.

"You and I had a pretty crazy schedule recently, so I thought I'd take the day off and do something together." you say after waiting for Wanda to finish her meal.

"That's great, baby," Wanda smiles at you, before getting up to take the dishes to the sink.

Sneaking up behind her, you gently place your hands on the curve of her waist, and your lips just beside her left ear. For a while, you massage the flesh beneath your palms, feeling firm muscles instead of softness you're used to. Wanda's body has transformed right under your nose, and while you appreciate her more toned figure, you hope she's not being too restrictive with her diet.

"Leave them, baby. I'll do the dishes later..." You press an open-mouthed kiss to the skin just beneath her lobe. "...after I do you."

She squirms in your embrace, and you interpret it as a sign that she's getting turned on from your advances.

"Y/N–" Wanda doesn't get to finish her sentence as you twist her around and gently capture her lips. While she kisses you back with her hand coming up to wrap around your neck, she doesn't make a move to deepen it, seemingly satisfied with lazy pecks that end sooner than you'd like.

"Can I take you back to bed?" You inhale her scent soundly as you nose the length of her stupidly perfect jawline.

"I actually have to uhm–the laundry won't take care of itself." Wanda reasons, but doesn't really pull away from your hold. You take this opportunity to slide your hands up her back, beneath her shirt, and you can feel her goosebumps from your eager ministrations. Only now, being this close to her, have you realized how much you missed your wife.

Ignoring her excuses to thwart your affections, your fingers find the hook of her bra with ease. You snap it free and hastily move to grab both of her breasts, squeezing them tightly. "God, the things they do to me." You groan. She gasps at that, and by now, she should be pushing her chest towards you for more, but she remains slack as ever, like an obedient ragdoll under your whims.

Something's not right, you thought to yourself. You pull back just enough to check, and what you find has you swiftly stepping back to give her some space.

The expression alone on your wife's face could send you to jail.

"Shit, are you alright?" You rasp, overwhelmed with self-disgust at the thought of causing Wanda the slightest discomfort. Were you just about to take advantage of your wife without her consent?

Wanda looks at you with regret that you couldn't quite understand.

"D-Did I hurt you?" You dread the possible answer, tears pooling at the corners of your eyes.

Wanda quickly closes the distance between the two of you and envelops you into a hug.

"Oh, baby, no you didn't. I'm so sorry I made you think that." She coos, rubbing your back in soothing circles. You sigh against her shoulder, carefully keeping your hold on her hips loose.

"I just missed you so bad these past few weeks, and I thought you wanted to… it's okay if you don’t. I'm sorry."

It breaks Wanda's heart that you're taking the blame for this. She feels annoyed and guilty at the same time, at how apologetic and sensitive you are to her feelings, as if they matter more than yours do.

"It's not your fault. There's just so much to do and I can't get in the mood until I tick off everything on my to-do list."

"I know. I’m sorry."

"Stop apologizing," Wanda chastises and it comes out harsher than she intended. "You're perfect. I'm sorry. I miss you too. So bad."

"I love you." You tell her, burying your face into her hair to seek more of the lavender scent of her shampoo. It used to frighten you how much the little details about Wanda affects you in big ways. But that fear has turned into comfort, and you've grown to trust her enough to be happily vulnerable around her.

It doesn't worry you at all when she says she loves you back after a long, mysterious pause.

***

Wanda starts driving herself to work and attributes it to her inconsistent hours at the university for the rest of the term. Sparky’s in the dog daycare now more frequently than he is at home.

***

Wanda has gone up to take a shower before bedtime.

You just finished scrubbing the kitchen clean after having dinner together, and you're buzzing with the prospect of getting laid tonight. Your tactic to get your wife to sleep with you is to offer her a massage after witnessing firsthand how hard she's been working lately. In a way, you also want to show your appreciation for everything she still continues to do in the household. And although she accidentally burned the lasagna, she outdone herself with the roasted chicken.

It still amazes you to this day that you’re married to Wanda Maximoff.

Making as little sound as possible, you climb the stairs and towards the bathroom. You can hear the sound of water hitting the floor, and you can't help but imagine Wanda's naked body, lathered in soap, her brunette hair sticking to her clavicle. Your mouth waters at the prospect of taking her, pressing her against the wall and reminding her what you've both been missing for weeks. And just like that, your earlier tactic is out the window.

With practiced ease, you wrap your hand around the doorknob and twist it as gently as you can.

But something unexpected happens.

Wanda's locked the door. "That's odd." You mumble to yourself.

You decide to knock instead. "Baby?" You call out.

No reply comes for several seconds, and as you were going to leave, thinking she didn't hear you, Wanda's breathless response echoes through, "I'll just be a minute! Did you need something?"

"Hey! Uh, no. I was just going to–" You suddenly feel like an idiot wanting to sneak in for some surprise sex. "Never mind. You locked the door?"

"Oh, did I?"

"Yeah! It's fine, I'll just use the toilet downstairs."

She doesn't say anything else to that and you awkwardly turn on your heel to actually use the toilet downstairs.

***

You google ‘ how busy are part-time assistant professors’ on the second straight-week Wanda’s been going home later than The Late Night Show with Jimmy Fallon.

***

Your best friend finally comes around and visits you in Westview. Although you wish it weren't on pitiful circumstances that warranted her special skills of exposing people and their secrets. Even to this second, you're still unsure if you really want her help. You can't even be sure of your own sanity. The only thing you know is that you feel more like yourself now that Natasha's here with you. You've made new friends in your new neighborhood and at work, been invited to weekend barbeques and the local cycling community. But the sense of being alone has never been this strong as when you were living in the city, barely keeping any sort of acquaintanceship and let alone a meaningful friendship.

“You know I don’t do this anymore.” Natasha claims with a huff. "And typically, consultation alone will cost you a grand."

“And I never thought I’d ever ask you to do this.” You shake your head apologetically as you help her deposit her luggage in the trunk of your old Mercedes Coupe.

“I still think you’re just overreacting.” Natasha says as she settles in the passenger seat. It's what you want to hear, but instead of pacifying you, they urge you more to dig for the truth of it all.

"Weren't you always telling me in college that Wanda's too boy-crazy to really be with me?"

Natasha rolls her eyes. "Yup. But then she married you, and I lost ten bucks to a wager with Clint."

"You wagered on the most important event of my life?" It's the first time you're hearing that two of your closest friends gambled on your critical life choices. You're not exactly surprised per se, but it makes you curious about what made them choose which side of the coin.

"Well, no," she answers nonchalantly. "We wagered on almost everything. Like who would you lose your virginity to: Carol or Maria. Two beautiful women who had been throwing themselves at you for a whole semester."

"Who won that bet then?"

"Nobody. Remember when we bought you drinks after you finally slept with Wanda? That's where all the stakes went. We both lost."

"So after my marriage, what else did you put your money on?"

Natasha smiles. "None. That was the last of it. It's not right to give odds beyond a happy ever-after."

If she notices your deathly grip on the steering wheel, she doesn't comment on it.

***

Wanda's serving you the cold-shoulder for not giving her a heads-up about Natasha. You try to ask her why it's such a big deal, and she begins ranting about dinner portions and the “chaos” in the living room: some skewed pillows and a bundle of her students' reaction papers on the center table. Natasha is outside, waiting, so you try to help Wanda straighten the room but she merely dismisses you and asks you to drive for take-out.

"If it's too much trouble for you, we'll just get dinner somewhere." you say.

Wanda narrows her eyes at you murderously, as if you've just made things much worse.

"Fine," Wanda says with finality as she walks up the stairs. "Give my regards to Nat."

And then she's gone, but not before slamming the door of the guest bedroom shut.

You're absolutely fuming when you go back to the car and Natasha peers at you questioningly from the passenger’s seat.

"You in the mood for pizza?" you ask instead of explaining why you can’t still invite her in.

Natasha scrunches her nose in disgust. "Pizza in New Jersey? No, thanks. How about Chinese?"

"Sure." you nod in agreement, having already lost your appetite anyway. You toss the car keys at her. "You drive."

-

You're laying on your back, staring at the ceiling. Wanda hasn't uttered a single word to you ever since you got home from dinner with Natasha.

"She used to spend the night every week at our apartment." you whisper in the darkness.

"What?" Wanda mumbles and shifts onto her back as well with an arm draped over her eyes.

"Natasha," You clarify. "So it didn't cross my mind to inform you that she's visiting. It's just how it's always been."

Beside you, Wanda is mute as a statue. She does this sometimes–tune you out. Wanda claims it's her way of circumventing her anger and saying something she might regret.

For all you know, she could be telling the truth. But to you, it just feels like you're being punished.  

"Wands?" you try. She rolls to her side with her back to you.

You're in hell every time you fight with Wanda. Returning to normal is not an option unless you fix it. You wonder if it's the same for her, or if it's something as trivial as running out of toilet paper or an expired carton of milk left in the fridge.

"Baby?" you try again. It seems like it's all you ever do these days. "Please?"

You hear Wanda release a ragged sigh.

"We're fine, Y/N. Let's just go to sleep."

You nod to yourself and finally let go of the tears you've been holding back. Subsequently, Wanda's cold hand reaches for yours and locks your fingers together. It makes you cry harder, but you can't let her know.

***

Natasha is still radio silent a week after you’ve asked her to spy on your wife.

It's not like her to be slow with the results. You take the lack of news as good news.

***

You wake up in the middle of the night to find Wanda's side of the bed empty.

"Wanda?"

"Hey, baby."

You rub the sleepiness off your eyes at the sight of Wanda’s puffy eyes.

“Are you crying?"

Wanda chuckles, shaking her head. "Sorry, I was watching this movie. You know how I get."

You grin at that. "My big crybaby." You sit beside her on the couch and she snuggles to you.

For a while you stay that way, your fingers playing with her hair, and Wanda, palming your cheek affectionately. It brings you back to years before, when she was merely a close friend who would lay her head on your shoulder while she cried about some guy who didn’t deserve her. Like this, Wanda seems so small and vulnerable. You’ve come to realize a long time ago that whatever she’s done, or is to do, you will always feel the need to protect her at all cost. That was the last strip of armor you had given up when you decided to love her until the end.

Then all of a sudden, you see a flash of brown and you end up on your back as Wanda straddles your hips, her eyes darker than you've ever seen them.

"Take off your shorts." She commands in a rush, her own hips already starting a rhythm. You do as she says, but you only manage to move down your shorts and underwear past your ass, when you feel a finger swipe at your wet slit.

"Fuck. Patience, baby." you moan, feeling yourself get slicker.

"Don't have any," Wanda rasps and she sucks the very same finger into her mouth before taking over your undergarments and sliding them all the way down to your ankles. You've barely kicked them off before she spreads your legs and doesn't waste any time tracing your intimacy with her tongue. Her patience comes back eventually, but you're about to lose yours when she doesn't do anything else other than softly brush the tip of her tongue from your tight hole to the underside of your clit. She does this over and over and over, until your legs begin to tremble from being spread out like an eagle for what seems like an eternity.

You clench your core and try to come just from what she's doing, but it's not enough.

"Please, I need more." You manage a whisper although you're unsure if Wanda heard you.

"I've missed you so much, Y/N." You feel her say against your pussy. "I've missed making you feel good. Missed feeling this way with you..."

What way? You want to ask, but your brain is too muddled with lust to care.

You could only grunt in reply, before Wanda is pulling away in order to arrange your position on the sofa. You've almost forgotten how physically strong she is, and it turns you on so much, you nearly peak. Wanda grabs both of your ankles and pushes them back, until they're on either side of your head, near your ears. Heat spreads across your face and down to your neck for being exposed like this. Wanda takes a moment to appreciate the mess she's made between your legs, her teeth digging at her lower lip. You can't bring yourself to watch her watch you, and you stare at the same spot before you feel her lift your chin to kiss you in the most delicate way.

"I love you." She murmurs against your lips. Every fiber of your being is ablaze as you take in the smallest details of this moment: your taste that you two shared in a kiss, the mingling scent of your arousal and hers, the endearing sweat on Wanda's brow that's making her more desirable than any lingerie could ever. You'd never admit it to Wanda, but sex was something you only learned to want and need when you fell in love with her.

You smile up at her. "I love you. More than you could ever know."

Her face crumples in an aching manner, but before you can register what that means, Wanda has crawled back to the source of your pleasure and takes your clit in between her lips. She starts sucking at it gently, while her hands work their way to your buttocks and then spread your ass cheeks. In this way, both of your holes are exposed to the air, sending a chill down your spine and threatening to make you come any time soon.

A finger experimentally prods at your other entrance, making you whimper as your slick continues to brim in your cunt hole.

"Wands, gonna cum," you moan as you hold onto the edge of the sofa for dear life. Wanda ignores your warning and continues rubbing at your crimp hole, while her tongue quickens its laps against your clit. It doesn't take a few more seconds before you're bursting, and Wanda plunges her tongue into your pussy at precisely the second you start to come so you don't clench around nothing.

Soon enough, the tremors subside and Wanda wipes her mouth before she gives you a searing kiss.

You're still catching your breath when Wanda lays her head on your chest so innocently, as if she hasn't just given you the best orgasm of your life. You wait a few more seconds for your heart rate to go back to normal, and once they do, it’s only then that you notice that Wanda's still in her pajamas, fully clothed.

That needs to be rectified. Immediately.

Without a word, you get up with Wanda still on top of you. You make her wrap her arms tighter around your shoulders as you bring yourself into a standing position while she clings to you like a koala. Wanda laughs at your attempt to hold her up steadily, simultaneously impressed that you actually can.

"I've been going to the gym whenever my lovely wife's stuck at professoring ." You snicker at your own terrible wordplay, as you plant your feet firmly on the floor.

You miss the shadow of guilt that passes over her fleetingly. "I can see that," she says, biting her lip as she feels your straining biceps. You grin up at her, before carrying her upstairs as steadily as you can while she distracts you with kittenish nibs at your earlobe.

Once in the bedroom, you lay Wanda gently on the bed, your movements slow and delicate as if one wrong move could ruin everything. You start to undo the buttons of her silky top, holding her gaze with a look of adoration typically reserved to deities. It's only fitting because Wanda Maximoff is your religion.

"Wait, can you–" she glances at the night table to your right, and you understand right away what she wants. You quickly retrieve the flesh-colored strap-on at the bottom most drawer. And as you start putting on the harness, Wanda leans forward to capture a dusky nipple, effectively sidetracking you from the task at hand.

"Baby, just a sec..." You chuckle at her apparent neediness. Between the two of you, it's Wanda that's been more in-touch and expressive with her carnal needs. More exciting. More daring. More adventurous. She's always been more in everything, and you sometimes wonder if she's weary of leading the wallflower to the dancefloor all these years.

"Hurry." Wanda whines, her teeth nipping hard enough to play the line between pain and pleasure.

As soon as the harness is secured around your hips, you push Wanda back onto the mattress. You hook one of her creamy thighs over your shoulder, holding it firmly while your other hand aligns the tip of the toy to her slit. Pressing a languid kiss to her knee, you start moving your hips to brush your cock along the length of her drenched sex. Wanda moans lowly and unabashedly, and you feel yourself getting wet again.

"Fuck, baby, inside..." Wanda mewls, her hands traveling downwards to massage her own clit. You grunt in protest and seize her hand, interlacing your fingers together to prevent her from touching herself. Increasing the rhythm of your hips but still not entering her, you give her a warning, “ I make you cum.” It’s not like you to engage in any sort of powerplay in the bedroom, and yet you couldn’t help but let out some of the resentment that has built over the last few weeks through the sex you’re having with her now.

Besides, Wanda seems to love it. You look down just in time to see her wetness trickle down to the sheets. You groan loudly from the visual and roughly position her to lie sideways. You keep the thigh over your shoulder secured, while you straddle the other one. Moisture begins to form at the back of your neck, muscles straining to hold this position. Wanda’s face reddens as you stare at her weeping cunt, before her eyes roll to the back of her head as you unceremoniously enter her in one, powerful thrust.

“Fuck!” Wanda cries through gritted teeth, her French-manicured nails digging painfully between your knuckles. Unlacing your bruised fingers from her, you then wrap them around her throat. You’ve never done anything like this in bed before, and you watch in twisted satisfaction as Wanda’s lust-filled eyes widen in shock and slight panic. The way you're grinding into her is viciously savage, callously chasing your own high. Wanda tips her head back as far as she could, her chin pointing to the heavens as she experiences an other-worldly kind of pleasure.  Your thighs grow slicker from your shared arousal, the stench from it filling your nostrils. Her hips try to match your tempo and an animalistic sound rips from your throat as your movements become more and more frantic.

"Shit, baby, I think I'm gonna–"

"No." You lightly squeeze around her neck.

"Please," Wanda sobs in frustration, staving off her impending release. You pay no heed to her request as you slow down your motion to keep her on the edge.

"Say it again." You demand.

"W-what?"

"Say you love me."

"L-love you..." The length of your spine curves as you bend forwards, pushing Wanda's thigh back in the process and opening her up even further.

Wanda whimpers at the new angle you're fucking her with wild abandon. "Jesus, Y/N. I can't-"

"One more time. Say it." You plead against her mouth, increasing the speed of your thrusts again, but this time you’re determined to finish her off.

With a sharp cry, Wanda clenches around your cock and comes, screaming those three fated words that are simultaneously your salvation and your undoing. You try to prolong her orgasm, alternately pausing and then jogging your hips, studiously watching her facial reactions and loving the subtle twitch of muscle in her jaw. A couple of tears run down her cheeks, and you lick them gently from her face. Letting go of her delicate neck, you run a free hand across her back, gathering beads of sweat along the way. Without pulling out of her, you drop her thigh on your shoulder with great care, before pressing your lower body down so that your pelvis is snug against hers. Wanda grabs your face with both hands and pulls you down for a searing kiss.

You release her lower lip with a wet pop and then like an eager puppy, starts peppering her face with featherlight kisses, making Wanda laugh and squirm in your arms. "You're cute," You tell her. "And so damn hot. How is that possible?"

Wanda blushes, overwhelmed by the ferocity in your words and in your eyes. She starts jogging her hips as your kisses become more insistent, but then an idea hits you. Embarrassingly, you've never done this with Wanda before, but this time feels as good as any to finally try it. Wanda shivers as you unsheathe your cock from her pussy, leaving a thread of wetness across her inner thighs. Afterwards, you remove the harness and place the drenched toy somewhere on the floor. Wanda pulls you back on top of her, a sleepy and satisfied grin on her face. She's prepared to call it a night when she feels your hand wandering back to the still feverish spot between her legs.

"What are you doing?" She asks coyly.

Instead of replying, you merely continue to trail south until your fingers find her slippery nub. Wanda gasps, back arching and eager for more. "Lie on your stomach and stick your ass up in the air for me." You whisper in her ear, and she obeys without a second thought. Abandoning her clit for a second, you crawl towards the foot of the bed, until your nose is a trifling inch from your wife's firm buttocks.

"Are you ready?" You husk, planting your chin at the base of her spine.

Wanda is almost convulsing in anticipation, and barely manages a nod. Heart beating wildly in your chest, you spread Wanda's cheeks with your thumb to reveal her puckered entrance. When Wanda finally understands what you’re about to do, her head whips over to look at you, but she doesn’t quite meet your eyes.

“Y/N?” Her voice is muffled by the pillow, small and unsure. You massage the back of her thighs to calm her down.

“I want to if you do.” You tell her sincerely. Wanda appreciates your touches staying in safe zones, making her feel safe and secured.

“It’s just… it’s been hours ago since I showered, it's dirty and I don't want to gross you out-”

“That’ll never happen,” You promise. “Whenever you were snotty from crying over your exes, all I could think about then was kissing you. I'd never not want you, Wanda.”

“Okay.” Wanda murmurs softly, shifting back closer to you. “I’m ready.”

“Good girl.”

You place a pillow beneath her stomach so she can comfortably prop herself up. Wanda’s breathing picks up when you part her cheeks again. This time, there’s no hesitation or wasted second as you lick a stripe from the entrance of her cunt to the rim of her backdoor.

“Да, да, детка!” Wanda yelps in her native language, impossibly turning you on even more. You could count on one hand the few occasions you’d been able to reduce her to a Sokovian mess, making her feel so good she forgets her English. Wanda's flavor there is different, more pungent and oh-so delectable.

"детка, I need-"

Wanda doesn't get to finish her sentence. Knowing exactly what she needs, you plunge your middle and ring fingers inside her wet heat. You feel her anus contract against your tongue, and you take it as a cue to enter her with it. Wanda thrashes violently on the bed and tries to move away from the intense pleasure that's bordering on pain. Eventually, you find the perfect cadence of plunging your tongue into her tight crevice every time you withdraw your finger from her pussy and vice-versa. Wanda, on the other hand, finds herself wantonly humping the pillow, practically grazing her tumescent nub.

All of it lasts a few more seconds before you feel Wanda's imminent little death. You stop moving your fingers to allow her to take over her own release, until finally, Wanda collapses on her stomach. You lick your fingers clean before wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You pull the blankets up to cover both of your aching bodies, before settling beside your wife. Wanda automatically lays her head on your breast and throws an arm over your stomach. You kiss her sweaty forehead, and right before you are about to close your eyes, something wet hits your flushed skin.

"Wanda, hey," You search her face, your eyebrows creasing in worry. "Are you alright?"

She smiles through her tears, nodding. “I am now.”

Your own eyes glisten, a wave of relief passing over you. Right now, with the way Wanda's looking at you, it's like you're finally waking up from a long, terrible dream.

***

When Natasha finally calls, you’ve practically forgotten about hiring her to investigate Wanda.

You’ve had a perfect week with your wife. Things weren’t just back to normal, they were even better not only in the sexual aspect of things (though insatiable doesn’t even begin to describe Wanda nowadays), but you’ve been talking and doing things together more than ever.

“Hey, Y/N,” Natasha’s rough voice comes through.

“New phone, who’s this?” You try to joke.

“Hilarious, Y/N,” you hear her try to lighten up her tone, but for someone who used to work for the secret service, she’s terrible at hiding her emotions from you. “Listen, I’ve been meaning to call you since early this week. I just didn’t have the time…”

You’ve known Natasha longer than anyone in your life who’s not your parents. Wanda’s the love of your life, but Natasha’s your person. You understand each other beyond words and actions.

“Nat, what’s going on?” you ask.

“I saw them, Y/N. T-Two days after you asked me to… they went for a movie at a worn-down theater 3 miles from the university. I waited for them to leave and when they did–” Natasha hesitates to tell you how she’s seen them together. “I can’t tell if there’s–if she’s… I can just show you the photos.”

You don’t say anything for almost a minute, and Natasha waits for you quietly.

And then, “Is that all?”

Natasha draws in a long breath. “No.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, feeling a headache coming. And then, like a man on trial waiting for their verdict, you nod to yourself and square your shoulders.

“Alright. Tell me everything.”

[real-total-drama-takes]

Y'all can't handle this

Y'all don't know what's about to happen baby

Team 10

Los Angeles, Cali boy

But I'm from Ohio though, white boy

It's everyday bro, with the Disney Channel flow

5 mill on YouTube in 6 months, never done before

Passed all the competition man, PewDiePie is next

Man I'm poppin' all these checks, got a brand new Rolex

And I met a Lambo too and I'm coming with the crew

This is Team 10, bitch, who the hell are flippin' you?

And you know I kick them out if they ain't with the crew

Yeah, I'm talking about you, you beggin' for attention

Talking shit on Twitter too but you still hit my phone last night

It was 4:52 and I got the text to prove

And all the recordings too, don't make me tell them the truth

And I just dropped some new merch and it's selling like a god, church

Ohio's where I'm from, we chew 'em like it's gum

We shooting with a gun, the tattoo just for fun

I Usain Bolt and run, catch me at game one

I cannot be outdone, Jake Paul is number one

It's everyday bro

It's everyday bro

It's everyday bro

I said it is everyday bro!

You know it's Nick Crompton and my collar stay poppin'

Yes, I can rap and no, I am not from Compton

England is my city

And if it weren't for Team 10, then the US would be shitty

I'll pass it to Chance 'cause you know he stay litty

Two months ago you didn't know my name

And now you want my fame? Bitch I'm blowin' up

I'm only going up, now I'm going off, I'm never fallin' off

Like Mag, who? Digi who? Who are you?

All these beefs I just ran through, hit a milli in a month

Where were you? Hatin' on me back in West Fake

You need to get your shit straight

Jakey brought me to the top, now we're really poppin' off

Number one and number four, that's why these fans all at our door

It's lonely at the top so we all going

We left Ohio, now the trio is all rollin'

It's Team 10, bitch

We back again, always first, never last

We the future, we'll see you in the past

It's everyday bro

It's everyday bro

It's everyday bro

I said it is everyday bro!

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on (espera)

Can we switch the language? (Ha, ya tú sabes)

We 'bout to hit it (dale)

Sí, lo único que quiero es dinero

Trabajando en YouTube todo el día entero

Viviendo en U.S.A, el sueño de cualquiera

Enviando dólares a mi familia entera

Tenemos una persona por encima

Se llama Donald Trump y está en la cima

Desde aquí te cantamos can I get my VISA?

Martinez Twins, representando España

Desde la pobreza a la fama

It's everyday bro

It's everyday bro

It's everyday bro

I said it is everyday bro!

Yo, it's Tessa Brooks

The competition shook

These guys up on me

I got 'em with the hook

Lemme educate ya'

And I ain't talking book

Panera is your home?

So, stop calling my phone

I'm flyin' like a drone

They buying like a loan

Yeah, I smell good

Is that your boy's cologne?

Is that your boy's cologne?

Started balling', quicken Loans

Now I'm in my flippin' zone

Yes, they all copy me

But, that's some shitty clones

Stay in all designer clothes

And they ask me what I make

I said is 10 with six zeros

Always plug, merch link in bio

And I will see you tomorrow 'cause it's everyday bro

Peace

-🍇

Why, grape anon,

[thepringlesofblood]

We really let michael bublé get away too easy from covering 'Santa Baby' and changing all the lyrics to no-homo versions.

i will be documenting each lyric change under the cut with commentary, but my personal favorite is that he changed "light blue" to "steel blue" - is light blue too girly for you????? aw no cant have a pastel in here nononono gotta have STEEL BLUE for a MAN

enjoy

original Eartha Kitt lyrics/changed bublé lyrics

slip a sable under the tree/slip a Rolex under the tree - this at least makes a small amount of sense, most people don't know what a sable is nowadays (it's a kind of marten - a small fluffy creature prized for its soft fur. she's talking about a fancy fur coat made with sable fur)

Been an awful good girl/I've been an awful good guy -he adds a whole verb. too sultry for the famously sultry song to leave out one contraction?

Santa, baby/Santa, buddy - the first of the unforgivable substitutions. he replaces baby with buddy 5 times. death.

a '54 convertible too, light blue/a '65 convertible too, steel blue -not only is 'light blue' just too sexy, but it's a slightly more recent car for seemingly no reason

I'll wait up for you, dear/I'll wait up for you, dude - aha no homo Dude just....waitin up for ya

Think of all the fellows that I haven't kissed/Think of all the hotties that I've never kissed - im just glad its not 'broads' or 'chicks' or something at this point. at least 'hotties', mediocre as it is, is gender-neutral. the 'never' is hilarious to me though, why you promising you've NEVER kissed anyone if this is a 100% no homo platonic song like you're tryin so hard to make it be.

Santa, baby/Santa, pally - THAT'S NOT A WORD, MICHAEL. THATS NOT A WORD PEOPLE USE. even if it is in some subculture i am not privy to, the aggressive FRIENDJUSTAFRIEND vibes are killing me.

Been an angel all year/I've been a sweetie all year - ill keep it real, michael, this one did not give the platonic santa vibe you were going for i think. still added the verb in though lol, mike can NOT have an incomplete sentence.

one little thing I really need, the deed, to a platinum mine/one thing that I really do need, the deed, to a platinum mine - this is a baffling inclusion. this lyric is maybe the most anachronistic and if bublé's goal was actually to 'update' the song i can't imagine he would leave this in. but no. he just moves a few words around and leaves in the platinum mine but oh no light blue has to go!

fill my stocking with a Duplex and checks, sign your x on the line/fill my stocking with Canucks tips for kicks, throw me on the first line how the duplex is weirder than the platinum mine i do not know but apparently that's what got cut

with some decorations bought at Tiffany/with some decorations bought at the Mercedes - you putting a car on the tree, mike?

Santa, baby/Santa, poppy - believe it or not, this is less offensive to me as a replacement than 'pally'. at least it kind of acknowledges the sugar daddy vibe of it all.

forgot to mention one little thing, a ring, I don't mean on the phone/forget to mention one little thing, cha-ching, No, I don't mean as a loan - .....i am speechless. christ.

[paladin-n-cleric]

homework question: i need $500 for rent next week so i go to a pawnshop and give them a rolex. he gives me $500 and tells me to pay $575 in 30 days or else they’ll sell the watch. is this a predatory loan

[delcakoo]

Hi baby!!

Yah Y'all can't handle this Y'all don't know what's about to happen, baby Team 10 Los Angeles, Cali boy But I'm from Ohio though, white boy (Jacob Paul)

It's everyday bro With the Disney channel flow Five mill' on YouTube in six months Never done before Pass all the competition, man Pewdiepie is next

Man, I'm poppin' all these checks Got the brand new Rolex And I met the Lambo too And I'm coming with the crew This is Team 10, bitch Who the hell are flippin' you? And you know I kick them out If they ain't with the crew

Yeah, I'm talking about you You beggin' for attention Talking shit on Twitter too But you still hit my phone last night It was 4:52 and I got the text to prove And all the recordings too Don't make me tell them the truth

And I just drop some new merch And they're selling like a God church Ohio's where I'm from We chew 'em like it's gum We shooting with a gun The tattoo's just for fun Ah you say boat and run Catch me at game on I cannot be outdone Jake Paul is number one

It's everyday bro It's everyday bro It's everyday bro I said it is everyday bro!

You know is Nick Crompton And my collar stay poppin' Yes, I can rap And no, I'm not from Compton England is my city And if you work for Team 10 Then the US would be shitty I'll pass it to Chance 'Cause you know he stay litty

Two months ago You didn't know my name And now you want my fame? Bitch, I'm blowin' up I'm only going up Now, I'm going off I'm never fallin' off

Like Magg, who? Digi who? Who are you? All these beefs I just ran through Hit a milli' in a month Where were you?

Hatin' on me back in West Thinking need to get your shit straight Jakey brought me to the top Now, we really poppin' off Number one and number four That's why these fans all at our door It's lonely at the top So we all goin' We left Ohio

Now the trio's all rollin' It's Team 10, bitch We back again, always first, never last We the future, we'll see you in the past

It's everyday bro It's everyday bro It's everyday bro I said it is everyday bro!

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Can we switch the language? We 'bout to hit it Sí, lo único que quiero es dinero Trabajando en YouTube todo el día entero Viviendo en U.S.A El sueño de cualquiera Enviando dólares a mi familia entera

Tenemos una persona por encima Se llama Donald Trump y está en la cima Desde aquí te cantamos Can I get my VISA? Martinez Twins, representando España Desde la pobreza a la fama

It's everyday bro It's everyday bro It's everyday bro I said it is everyday bro!

Yo, it's Tessa Brooks The competition shook These guys up on me I got 'em with the hook Let me educate ya And I ain't talking book Panera is your home? So stop calling my phone

I'm fly like a drone They buying like a loan Yeah, I smell good Is that your boy's cologne?

Is that your boy's cologne? Started ballin' quick and loans Now I'm in my flippin' zone Yes, they all copy me But, that's some shitty clones Stay in all designer clothes And they ask me what I make I said it's ten with six zeroes

Always plug, merch link in bio And I will see you tomorrow 'cause It's everyday bro Peace!

Doctor sorry, baby Jake Paul

I love you ♡

I CANT 😭 ATP THIS IS OUR SONG. WE NEED TO MAKE SURE TO NEVER SHOW OUR DMS TO ANYONE ITS GENUINELY TERRIFYING 🧌🧌🧌

anyways i love u too wifey 🫶🫶

[lenharlow]

GOLD RUSH —

eyes like sinking ships on waters so inviting i almost jump in

STATISTICS

full name : lennon harlow

age : thirty - two ( 32 ) 

date of birth : july 2nd , 1990

place of birth : brooklyn , new york

neighborhood : watch hill

gender & pronouns : nonbinary  &  she / they 

sexuality : pansexual 

occupation : none / master thief 

strengths : generous , genuine , kind , nurturing , sensitive , savvy  

weaknesses : deceitful , materialistic , needy , sarcastic , stubborn , self - centered

song inspo : gold rush 

ABOUT LENNON 

lennon harlow was a sweetheart . she was naive , a bit of a dumb blonde , kind to her core , overly - generous , and had an endearing new york charm . the bullets to follow detail the life that lennon created for themself , and how that changed them — out of necessity , not deceit . 

daddy issues … it is by ‘  unfortunate circumstance  ’ that lennon harlow identifies with the d . i . label , but it is an important part of their background . raised by a single mother in brooklyn , new york , lennon grew up humbled . you got what you worked for . that was passed down to her . it was what they mimicked when getting their first job at fourteen . a bad influence introduced lennon to stealing in what was meant to be a one - off at the mall one day after school . eventually that led to stealing money out of a friend’s parents’ wallets , which lennon quickly noticed made them more money than entire shift of working for someone else .  once old enough to realize the reality of their mother’s hardship , lennon decided they were also old enough to determine the best way to help pay the bills . so lennon sets out to make their family’s living situation a little more comfortable . 

the aforementioned comfort came in two forms : keptomania and gold - digging . instead of partaking in things like dating or high school dances lennon spent sixteen flashing baby blues in the right person’s direction to get anything she wanted in exchange for company that was ‘  easy on the eyes  .  ’ the amount she could request far - exceeded comfort  —  lennon couldn’t get enough . the older they got , the more these relationships changed . sometimes there was more intimacy involved , but lennon rarely gets attached to more than attention , validation , and whatever other luxury available along the way . 

typically the right people , the ones whom benefited lennon in some way , had a few things in common : pressed suit jackets , stocks reflected in glasses , rolexes on their wrists , and wedding rings in their pockets . they often attended bars on stone street . 

one lennon got the hang of things , they went from having to get creative picking pockets to only stealing to lash out when upset or while in need of a thrill . the blonde eventually bought the home their mother was renting and raised them in , paid off loans , and dove off the deep - end , head - first into luxury . 

it was all fun and games until lennon found themself in handcuffs , and not solid gold ones , but the regular kind . 

at the end of the day , new york city was a small island , too small to play the same games for almost a decade and not get caught . 

the move to watch hill was seamless as most things have been ever since lennon took control of life ; they continue to roll doubles with their dice . every move feels like the right one . every move is the right one if you just believe it . right ? 

gifts as a love language is always a fun one to receive . lennon doesn’t complain . in fact , receiving the deed to the parlour lounge is one of the bigger gifts lennon has received . it never felt big . it felt like a piece of paper attached to a memory attached to a place left in a drawer . it was a steady stream of income from a person she knew and a place she doesn’t . 

actual work has never been in lennon’s vocabulary , but walking into a place you own sounded like a fun thing to try . business woman has a nice ring to it after all . interested to see how a new york attitude might shake up the rhode island set , their stubbornness combats necessary - people - pleasing , but charm often over - corrects their mistakes . it is nothing short of a karmic series of events . 

will westerly change lennon harlow or will it aid and abet her life of crime ? only one way to find out . 

@westerlyintros

[westerlyroleplay]

NAME: Lennon Harlow GENDER & PRONOUNS: Genderfluid / She/They AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: 32 years old / July 2nd HOMETOWN: Brooklyn, New York, NY TIME IN WESTERLY: A few months RESIDENCE: Watch Hill OCCUPATION: Owner of the Parlour Lounge

I ALMOST JUMP IN, BUT I DON’T LIKE A      ——      gold rush.

lennon harlow was a sweetheart. she was naive, a bit of a dumb blonde, kind to her core, overly - generous, had an endearing wit and new york charm. the bullets to follow detail the life that she made herself, and how they changed. it felt out of necessity more than deceit.

daddy issues. it is an unfortunate circumstance that Lennon Harlow fits into this mold, but a truth in her background nonetheless. she was raised by a single mother in brooklyn, new york. when Lennon was old enough to understand the reality of her mother’s hardship, she took it upon herself to make their living situation a little more comfortable.

the aforementioned comfort came in two forms: gold-digging and kleptomania. lennon didn’t have time for things like dating or dances in her youth because, by the time she was sixteen, she was already flashing her baby blues to get what she wanted from men that should have considered themselves too old to give it to her.

as lennon ripened, they found that there was a certain type of man that could benefit them:  they wore pressed suit jackets, had stocks reflected in their glasses, rolex’s on their wrists, and took their wedding rings off when they attended bars on stone street.

once lennon got the hang of things, they went from having to get creative when picking pockets on the street to only stealing when really upset or in need of a thrill. the blonde bought the home their mother was renting and raised them in, paid off their loans and dove off the deep end,  headfirst into luxury.

it was all fun and games until lennon found themself in handcuffs and not the solid gold ones that might be attached to a headboard, but the regular, silver, everyday ones.

at the end of the day, new york city was a small island. too small to play the same games for almost a decade and not get caught.

the move to watch hill was seamless. owning parlour lounge was reason enough to be in town, even if there is a sour history between them and the person that bought it in lennon's name.

Portrayed by MARGOT ROBBIE, written by KARA.

[nails-teeth-neck]

why would I ever get a loan besides saying that it's for the purchase of a rolex watch and a couple of gucci bags and then using it for a down payment for a mortgage*

* For legal reasons, all banks should be aware that the above hypothetical situation is fictional and in no way represents my behaviour

[pawnshopinhollywood]

Discover the Best Pawn Shops in West Hollywood, CA: Where Luxury Meets Convenience

West Hollywood, known for its glitz, glamour, and star-studded streets, is not just a hub for entertainment—it’s also a thriving marketplace for luxury goods. From designer handbags to rare watches, the high-value items that circulate in this iconic neighborhood reflect the area’s affluent lifestyle. But what happens when these luxury items change hands or need to be converted into quick cash? Enter the world of pawn shops in West Hollywood, CA, where exclusivity meets convenience.

In this post, we’ll explore why West Hollywood’s high-profile residents and visitors frequently turn to pawn shops, and we’ll introduce you to one of the best in the business: Diamond Jewelry & Loan Pawn Shop. Whether you’re looking to buy, sell, or loan against luxury items, this is your go-to spot.

Why West Hollywood Attracts High-Value Transactions It’s no secret that West Hollywood is home to celebrities, successful entrepreneurs, and other high-net-worth individuals. The city’s vibrant culture, upscale living, and close proximity to Hollywood make it a natural gathering place for those with valuable possessions.

These individuals often own exclusive items—think custom-made jewelry, high-end electronics, luxury cars, and rare collectibles. However, even those with deep pockets sometimes find themselves needing quick access to cash. Whether it’s to fund a new business venture, cover unexpected expenses, or simply because they’ve outgrown an item, pawn shops offer a fast and discreet way to liquidate assets.

The Role of Pawn Shops in West Hollywood, CA Pawn shops in West Hollywood aren’t your average neighborhood establishments. Here, the pawn business caters to a clientele that expects professionalism, privacy, and a deep understanding of luxury items. Pawn shop owners in this area must be well-versed in the value of high-end goods, offering fair prices for items that can range from vintage Rolex watches to designer handbags and diamond jewelry.

For many West Hollywood residents, the appeal of a pawn shop lies in its ability to offer immediate cash in exchange for collateral, without the lengthy approval processes of banks or the need to sell items outright. This flexibility is particularly valuable in a fast-paced city where opportunities and emergencies can arise at any moment.

What Sets Diamond Jewelry & Loan Pawn Shop Apart? When it comes to choosing the right pawn shop in West Hollywood, CA, not all are created equal. Diamond Jewelry & Loan Pawn Shop stands out for several reasons:

Expertise in Luxury Items: At Diamond Jewelry & Loan, the staff has extensive knowledge of high-value items. Whether you’re pawning a diamond necklace, a luxury watch, or a rare collectible, you can trust that you’re getting a fair appraisal and competitive offer. Confidential and Discreet Service: Understanding the importance of privacy, especially in a city like West Hollywood, Diamond Jewelry & Loan offers a discreet service where transactions are handled with the utmost confidentiality. Convenient Location: Located in Los Angeles, CA, Diamond Jewelry & Loan is easily accessible to West Hollywood residents and visitors alike, making it a convenient choice for those in need of quick cash or looking to purchase a luxury item. Fair and Transparent Transactions: Transparency is key in the pawn business, and Diamond Jewelry & Loan prides itself on offering clear, fair terms for all transactions. Whether you’re pawning an item or buying one, you’ll know exactly what to expect. Excellent Customer Service: The team at Diamond Jewelry & Loan is known for their friendly and professional service. They’re not just in the business of pawning; they’re in the business of helping people meet their financial needs in a stress-free way. The Benefits of Using Pawn Shops for Luxury Transactions Pawn shops, particularly those like Diamond Jewelry & Loan, offer several advantages when it comes to high-value transactions:

Quick Access to Cash: Whether you’re pawning or selling, you can walk out with cash in hand the same day. No Credit Checks: Unlike traditional loans, pawn loans don’t require a credit check. Your item serves as collateral, making the process simple and fast. Flexible Loan Terms: If you’re pawning an item, you’ll enjoy flexible terms that can be tailored to your financial situation. Potential to Reclaim Your Item: With a pawn loan, you have the opportunity to repay the loan and retrieve your item, making it a better option than outright selling for many. Why West Hollywood Residents Choose Pawn Shops In a place like West Hollywood, where luxury and convenience are often intertwined, pawn shops serve as a crucial resource. High-net-worth individuals, celebrities, and anyone with valuable items may choose to pawn their goods for several reasons:

Discreet Transactions: In an industry where privacy is paramount, West Hollywood pawn shops provide a safe space for individuals to get the cash they need without the world knowing. High-Value Appraisals: The affluent community demands accurate and fair appraisals for their luxury items, something that West Hollywood pawn shops are particularly skilled at providing. Immediate Needs: Whether it’s a short-term loan or an urgent sale, pawn shops cater to the fast-paced lifestyle of the city, offering immediate solutions to financial needs.

Conclusion For those in West Hollywood, CA, pawn shops offer more than just a place to offload unwanted items—they provide a valuable service tailored to the needs of the city’s high-net-worth community. Whether you’re a celebrity looking to liquidate an asset discreetly or a local resident in need of quick cash, pawn shops in West Hollywood have you covered.

Among these, Diamond Jewelry & Loan Pawn Shop shines as a trusted destination. With their expertise in luxury items, commitment to confidentiality, and exceptional customer service, they’re the go-to choice for anyone looking to pawn, sell, or buy high-value items in the area.

So, next time you’re in need of quick cash or searching for a luxury deal, visit Diamond Jewelry & Loan Pawn Shop. Located conveniently in Los Angeles, CA, they’re here to help you with all your pawn needs.

[flyingflick]

The Usury Suspects, Part 3: Tivol’s ex-pres knows where the real money is

On the cover of Ingram’s last month was a man named Steve Mitchem. The business publication was honoring him with one of its “Local Heroes” awards for philanthropic contributions — Mitchem has given $160,000 to the Down Syndrome Guild of Greater Kansas City over the past three years.

Mitchem has led an interesting life. He moved to Kansas City in the early 1980s to pursue graduate studies at Nazarene Theological Seminary. He then worked as a traveling evangelist for two years before settling in locally as a full-time minister at the Church of the Nazarene. In 1990, Mitchem went secular, at least professionally. He retired as a minister and joined Tivol, the luxury jewelry company, as an associate at its retail space on the Country Club Plaza. He rose through the ranks and was named president of Tivol in 2005.

Here in Kansas City, that’s a powerful, and surely quite lucrative, gig. Yet Mitchem left Tivol two years after being appointed to the post. A story at the time in JCK, a trade publication covering the jewelry industry, reported that he was resigning to “join his son in his loan business.”

About that loan business: Technically it is dozens of separate companies, with many different names, but it adds up to one of the largest online payday-lending operations based in Kansas City, according to several individuals with ties to the industry.

“Steve was working down at Tivol on the Plaza, and these payday guys kept coming in every other month and buying Rolexes,” a source tells The Pitch. “He figured out that they were basically printing money doing their online-lending businesses, and he wanted in on it. So first, he set his son up in the business. Then he quit Tivol and joined him.”

Filings with the secretary of state’s offices in Missouri and Kansas, plus a couple of lawsuits, help back up that account. In December 2006, Mitchem’s son, Josh Mitchem, filed articles of incorporation in Missouri for a company called Platinum B Services. In 2012, Dustin McDaniel, the attorney general of Arkansas, brought a lawsuit against that company and PDL Support LLC, another company controlled by Josh Mitchem.

In the suit, McDaniel alleged that Josh Mitchem and his companies controlled a variety of LLCs, purportedly based in the West Indies federation of St. Kitts and Nevis, that were engaged in lending over the Internet to Arkansas citizens at interest rates as high as 644 percent. Arkansas law caps rates on consumer loans at 17 percent.

“The purpose of these LLCs is to make it appear as if the Defendants are not the actual payday lenders and to otherwise shield Defendants from liability from lawsuits such as the one brought by the Attorney General in this case,” the lawsuit states. “The Defendants make the decisions concerning all lending operations from their offices in the Kansas City, MO area.”

The Arkansas attorney general’s office also produced evidence that Josh Mitchem responded to consumer complaints mailed to his company by requesting that correspondence be sent to an address in Charlestown, Nevis — despite the fact that his return letters were postmarked in Kansas City.

In the settlement that was reached, Josh Mitchem denied any wrongdoing but agreed to stop lending in Arkansas and pay $80,000 to the state.

More recently, Josh Mitchem was named in a class-action RICO complaint brought in California against about two dozen players in the payday industry (including MoneyMutual LLC and its spokesman, talk-show host Montel Williams). In it, Mitchem’s company Rare Moon Media is accused in that state of unlicensed lending and of negotiating and signing marketing contracts on behalf of unlicensed lenders.

Rare Moon Media was incorporated in Kansas in 2010. In 2011 and 2012, its filings with the secretary of state list Josh Mitchem, Steve Mitchem and Jeremy Shaffer, among others, as the primary stakeholders. Shaffer replaced Steve Mitchem as general manager at Tivol when Mitchem was promoted to president.

Jeffrey Wilens, the plaintiffs’ attorney in the RICO suit against Rare Moon Media, says, “The business address for Rare Moon Media is the same West Indies business address as several other lenders making unlicensed loans in the state of California, such as SCS Processing and Everest Cash Advance. The company is either consulting companies who make illegal loans, or it is simply making illegal loans by itself and pretending to be a consultant of some kind. Either way, the service it provides is to aid, abet and facilitate criminals breaking the law in the state of California.”

Steve Mitchem told Ingram’s that he splits time between his two homes: One off Ward Parkway in Kansas City, the other in St. Thomas, of the U.S. Virgin Islands. The latter address allows his various business entities (Mitchem Holdings, according to the article) to more comfortably avoid regulatory scrutiny and taxation by the U.S. government.

“There are some of us who have been blessed and are fortunate enough to be able to give, and quite frankly, I believe we have that responsibility to get involved financially,” Steve Mitchem told Ingram’s of his philanthropy. “Some people can’t do that. I’m one of those guys who’s fortunate and can do that.”

[watchesuaesblog]

Affordable Knock-off Watches: Designer Style Without the Designer Cost

Introduction

In the world of fashion and luxury, watches often hold a special place as symbols of status and sophistication. Nonetheless, this is countered by prices that come with designer watches which are out of reach for many. They are affordable copy watches that have become popular alternatives to such very expensive items while maintaining their attractive designs. This article explores the world of master copy watches in uae, its appeal, advantages, and what someone should consider when selecting one.

Understanding Copy Watches

What Are Copy Watches?

Copy watches is another name used to describe them imitation or fake ones are made to look exactly like high end designer brands. In making these time pieces, there is a close resemblance in terms of looks and design elements as well as quality workmanship. These do not mean that they are original but they are made in such a way to emulate some similar effects while reducing the cost extensively.

How Do They Compare to Genuine Designer Watches?

On the other hand, genuine designer clone watches in dubai differ from counterfeit ones due to their price as well as authenticity. When it comes to genuine designer watches they are manufactured by well-known luxury brands using expensive materials and intricate techniques hence they may be costly. Conversely copy watches incorporate cheaper materials than those used in production thus will often trade at much lower prices than their counterparts yet provide similar visual appeals towards customers.

The Appeal of Affordable Copy Watches

Accessibility and Affordability

One reason people buy fake Rolex is due to affordability since luxury watch from renowned makers can cost ranging from thousands up to tens of thousands dollars. Cheap knock off watch allows ordinary individuals who really love good designs but cannot afford an authentic premium wristwatch go on feeling stylish even if it means faking it until you make it. Start practicing how often you want to wear a particular type of watch without paying more money than needed by going for cheap rolexes instead.

Design and Style

Luxury styled watches are usually copied in design by some knockoff ones. This entails not only the general appearance but also other minute details like their logos, bezels and dials. Fake rolex watches are alternatives for those who adore fine time pieces but cannot part with a high price to get one. The fact that most of the fake watches are well designed even down to the small parts ensures that they have a close look with those expensive models.

Variety and Options

The market for copy watches varies widely offering a broad spectrum of styles ranging from classic and modest to flashy and modern. This enables buyers to choose among a wide range of wristwatches according to their personal tastes and preferences. Whether it is the splendor of Rolex Submariner or sophistication associated with Omega Seamaster, one may find a knock off watch that matches his/her own taste.

Benefits of Copy Watches

Cost Savings

The most evident advantage of imitation watches on sale stems from their low prices. With a copy watch, you can have your favorite fashion brand product look without spending much amount of money for this purpose. It is possible because now you do not need to take out loans so as to buy several different types of replica timepieces or swap between two different styles as it becomes easier without making serious financial commitments.

Fashion Flexibility

These days, anyone can buy copy watches. This allows people to try out different trends and styles with their timepieces. Consequently, fashion experimentation is now more than ever common in the modern world since you can change your watch that matches any outfit or occasion without necessarily having to invest heavily in a single piece.

Low Risk of Loss or Damage

Luxury watches are usually a big investment both emotionally as well as financially. In case genuine designer timepieces get lost or damaged, this can be quite challenging for their owners. On the other hand, cheaper reproductions reduce these risks considerably. Therefore they become helpful when one needs luxury watches looks without pressure of keeping an expensive item.

Considerations When Choosing Copy Watches

Quality and Craftsmanship

Although made to resemble high-end timepieces, copies vary in terms of quality and craftsmanship. It is important, therefore, to buy them from recognized dealers who will guarantee durability and precision at least on average basis. Normally, higher-quality copies have better materials and are built using techniques that make them reliable and more visually pleasing products.

Legal and Ethical Concerns

The market for replicas is replete with legal issues as well as ethical dilemmas. Some counterfeiters may engage in various activities which infringe intellectual property rights thus leading to possible legal matters regarding fake wristwatches distribution and sales sites. Furthermore, there might be ethical reasons against encouraging businesses involved in counterfeiting activities that result into fake goods online platforms too like this one . However, some of these problems could be alleviated by opting for those replicas explicitly represented as imitations rather than deceptive fakes.

Brand Reputation and Customer Reviews

Researching the brand you are going to purchase from along with customer reviews can provide valuable information about product quality and reliability before buying a replica watch . Reputable brands generally produce higher quality watches than others while offering efficient customer care service too . At least find out if the seller or manufacturer has a good reputation before making a purchase to avoid such complications.

Conclusion

Thus, affordable fake watches offer an attractive option for people who want the class and superiority of the designer’s timepiece but cannot afford it. Wristwatches are sold at different prices and have varied designs as well as colors, which make them suitable for experimenting with fashion. However, in choosing a replica watch one should also examine certain aspects such as its quality, legality and ethical issues surrounding it. As long as one is careful enough to buy from reputable dealers he can maintain his fashionable appearance without spending big money on anything like this.

[golden-route]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Unique 21K Karat Solid Yellow Gold Designer Rolex Crown Ring - Size 6.50.

[paridhigoldtraders]

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