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whyse7vn · 3 months ago

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WHAT ARE WE? -

[ot7 x reader]

YOONGI -

y/n: hi

yoongi: i bet you are

y/n: what are we?

yoongi: go away

y/n: WOAH?????????????????????????????

I BET YOU ARE IS INSANE??????????????

yoongi: are you?

y/n: NO????????

yoongi: ur no is a question

do you not remember getting high

that probably means you are

high that is

y/n: I’M NOT

yoongi: if you say so

y/n: stop pushing ur druggy agenda onto me

it’s not right OR real

yoongi: deny the truth all you want

y/n: ur not funny you know that?

yoongi: i’m laughing so i think ur wrong

y/n: you are?😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

proof? 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

video proof btw 😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋

yoongi: be normal challenge failed yet again btw

y/n: omg yoongi’s that was funny

ur like levelling up ur communication skills

yoongi: you say that like i’m a sim from ur stupid game

and i’ve always been funny this is not a level up this is just me

y/n: when he’s just as delusional as you>>

yoongi: i am funny

we’ve talked about this

y/n: ur funny to me definitely!!!!

yoongi: i’m funny to everyone

y/n: no !

but i love ur confidence it’s so sexy yoongi >\\<

yoongi: it’s fact not confidence

stop calling me by my name

y/n: babe

yoongi: whatever

y/n: so when i asked you what we are

yoongi: girlfriend

y/n: boyfriend

yoongi: yeah so shut up

y/n: why can’t we have fun like other couples do

yoongi: we are not other couples

y/n: essentially what you said is they not like us

kendrick lemar reference

didn’t know you was down with the culture like that

yoongi: yeah

whatever you just said to me

y/n: beat ur ass and hide the bible if god watching

yoongi: didn’t know u were religious

y/n: trying to strike a cord and it’s probably A MINORRRRRRR

yoongi: now ur suddenly musically inclined

y/n: they not like us

they not like us

yoongi: ok

y/n: yoongi i’m rapping the song for you

yoongi: oh

what song is it

y/n: THEY NOT LIKE US

you said you knew what it was

yoongi: i don’t even speak english fr

y/n: so you speak it for fake?

yoongi: how was i supposed to know you were doing that song

y/n: you know what we are

yoongi: what

y/n: divorced

yoongi: ok 👍🏼

they not like us

HOSEOK -

y/n: bro

hoseok: dude

y/n: why is it jhope on the street????

why isn’t it it jhope in his 476 billion won mansion

why

hoseok: maybe cuz i don’t own a 476 billion won mansion idk?

y/n: LAME

hoseok: my fault

y/n: i’m glad you get it

hoseok: what do you want

y/n: what are we

hoseok: i would say we gang

we tight fr

y/n: ??????

what are we ^^DOING TODAY

hoseok: oh

y/n: should i slap you

hoseok: 😼

y/n: bye

hoseok: come back gang

ily gang

i fwu bro

come back homie

y/n: is this racially charged?

hoseok: don’t say that 😟

y/n: said it

so is it?

hoseok: what if it was

y/n: oh so ur a racist is what ur saying

hoseok: i said what IF

geez woman read 🙄

y/n: and a sexist ok

hoseok: what if i killed myslfe

y/n: what if you could spell

hoseok: *myself

what if i killed myself

y/n: you would die a racist and a sexist

hoseok: 😔

y/n: i’m bored

hoseok: ok

i would say let’s go out

but who wants to hang won’t with a racist and sexist loser who can’t even spell 😔

y/n: no u right

hoseok: you know you lack the motherly instincts to care and nurture

y/n: you lack the attractiveness of jungkook

hoseok: ok wow

y/n: don’t fight when you know you can’t win

hoseok: you told me my face card go crazy tho 😟

y/n: crazy in debt

hoseok: act like an angel dress like crazy

y/n: all the girls are girling

hoseok: do ever sit back and think omg hoseok the loml might be depressed let me be nice to him and cook him a meal out of love

y/n: no

hoseok: you were right in asking me what we are

cuz you can’t be my girlfriend

you just can’t

y/n: ok so i actually asked what we’re doing today

not

what are we

hoseok: ily

y/n: ???

hoseok: i love you

y/n: i love you too 😘💞😜🔥

hoseok: ok stop

y/n: 😔

JIMIN -

y/n: what are we?

jimin: if we were jin we would be hungry

y/n: you can’t keep saying shit like that

jimin: who’s gonna stop me

ooo maybe jin

he could like eat me or smth LMAO

y/n: bet you taste like shit

jimin: you should know

y/n: ok woah

jimin: who said that whatttt

y/n: pls don’t spread my private information like that

jimin: but

y/n: DON’T say anything gross rn

jimin: ok i don’t even like you fr

y/n: yeah

so what are we?

jimin: not jin

y/n: i’m aware

jimin: ok so stop asking

y/n: i’m asking what are WE are

not if we’re jin

jimin: ok but WE aren’t jin

so i think that’s ur question answered

y/n: be fr

jimin: you scratch my back i scratch yours

y/n: that sounds shady as hell??

jimin: shady under the sheets

y/n: …

jimin: mmmmmm yeah

y/n: ??

jimin: sorry

y/n: you should be

jimin: horny

y/n: couldn’t tell

jimin: i’m subtle like that

y/n: sure

jimin: come over 😜

y/n: 🖕🏽

TAEHYUNG -

tae: ur the only one in this life that matches my freak

y/n: no i don’t

tae: yes you do babe don’t be so hard on yourself 🙄💞

y/n: no i’m telling you i don’t match your freak

nor do i want to

like on purpose

tae: ok so what am i to you

what are WE?

y/n: i was supposed to ask you that question

tae: see i knew

cuz our freaks are matched

so i knew you were gonna ask me that

y/n: that’s not how matching freaks works

tae: don’t deny our match

it hurts my heart babe

it hurts me

❤️

see that?

it’s my heart

but it’s hurt

so it looks like this

💔

sometimes a perfect exterior doesn’t mean a perfect interior

y/n: shut up

tae: will you match my freak?

y/n: will you stop talking

tae: only if can we cuddle

y/n: whatever

tae: so are you gonna match my freak 😆

y/n: yes

tae: 🦶

y/n: nvm

NAMJOON -

y/n: btw what are we?

namjoon: humans

y/n: ok

namjoon: are you mad at me???

y/n: no

namjoon: was that a trick question?

y/n: no

namjoon: i’m sorry

y/n: ok

namjoon: you are mad at me

y/n: am i?

namjoon: yes

but i’m not sure why

work with me here pretty

y/n: no

namjoon: you said what are we

so i’m guessing what i said wasn’t the right answer

y/n: idk

namjoon: hmmmm

like as in us?

you and me

our relationship??

y/n: SO YOU KNEW WHAT I WAS ASKING BUT STILL GAVE ME THAT STUPID FUCKING ANSWER

hUmAnS 🤓☝🏽

namjoon: oh wow

i didn’t know honestly babe

swear on it

y/n: ok DON’T care

namjoon: we are in love

you are the love of my life

my person

my everything

y/n: heh rrly 😼?

namjoon: i’m kinda hurt that you had to ask pretty

we’ve been together for 4 years now?? you should know what we are

y/n: I’M SORRY

IT WAS A JOKE A FIRST BUT THEN UR ANSWER PISSED ME OFF

my fault og 😔💔

my fault my heart 😔💔

m-my fault 😔💔 *tears up*

namjoon: it’s okay my love

did you just stutter though text?

y/n: yeah

you fw it?

namjoon: sure

y/n: sure isn’t yes

namjoon: yes

y/n: ok now ur yes feels fake

like i forced it out of you

namjoon: you didn’t

i said yes because i liked it

y/n: ok it still sounds like i forced you to say that with a gun to ur head

namjoon: but you didn’t

y/n: feels like i did

namjoon: but you didn’t

you know that and i know that so it’s fine my love

y/n: is it

namjoon: is

y/n: what if our messages get leaked and they say i’m like keeping you against ur will

namjoon: i’ll tell them you’re not

y/n: they won’t believe you

namjoon: they will

y/n: if you say so

namjoon: i do

y/n: hot 😼

SOEKJIN -

y/n: what are are we?

jin: she’s just left you can come over now 😮‍💨

y/n: omgggg ok jimin yk who just fell asleep i’m on my way

jin: that’s not even funny and i’m not even sleeping

y/n: wdym jimin??

jin: NOT FUNNY

y/n: that’s what i thought

jin: whatever

y/n: also never use that emoji ever again

it feels like a youthful emoji and ur not that

basically agephishing

jin: fishing??

y/n: SIGHSSSS anyways

what are we?

jin: ??

y/n: what are we?

jin: ???????????????

y/n: what are we?

jin: ??????????????????????

y/n: clearly YOU’RE illiterate

jin: when i want to be

y/n: wowwwww

jin: yeah

y/n: but you were bugging out at the jimin thing

jin: if you mention the enemy’s name again what YOU’RE gonna be is blocked

y/n: u love me deeply

jin: whatever helps to sleep at night

y/n: you

jin: ok that was cute

y/n: you love me be honest

jin: just a bit

y/n: winnnnnnn

JUNGKOOK -

y/n: what are we?

jk: sometimes i like to pretend that we are ants i’m a worker ant

and ur the queen

and my biggest concerns in life are bringing you food and avoiding being stepped on

y/n: ok so like that’s a little bit insane kook!

jk: 😕

y/n: and you said pretend? not think

jk: yeah 😕

y/n: oh!

ok so

how do you do that exactly?

jk: i bring you food

like little snacks all the time

i thought you liked it

we are just like ants

🐜❤️🐜

worker ant x queen ant

y/n: ok

yeah

so cute kook soososo cute!!!

jk: omh wait isn’t it lowkey inscest cuz the queen gives birth to the workers

y/n: ok stop taking

jk: maybe i’m like a worker that already existed

like you didn’t give birth to me

i was just there

y/n: please stop talking.

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was a scrap that’s why joons is so bad I CANT WRITE HIM AS A FREAK NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY IM SORRY 😭😭

i love writing hobi can you tell part 1229302 or smth

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macbethsymphony · 5 months ago

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Charlou my beloved you indulge me too much <3 Now let me tell you about something that's been on my mind today *insert evil laugh* Office setting. Sabo just craving to see you unravel. You're all proper and stone cold all the time and this man just wants to see you break also like GLOVE KINK ok bye~

-M✨

MILLIE!!! My love keep them coming I love it! Also babe we're on the same wavelength it's literally the plot of my WIP Overworked & Underfucked (but kinda not an office setting, you are Dragon's secretary though) NOW you are absolutely EVIL for sending this to me at 9am, on a day we both know I'm spending at the office... babe you had me thinking about this man all day long BUT I'll still indulge you. Who am I to refuse your amazing ideas?

MDNI, 18+, Sabo fantasizes about fucking you 💕 Wrote this on my phone, excuse the shit grammar

As Sabo fisted his cock he couldn’t help but imagine how you’d look beneath him.

He craved to see you unravel, craved to see that stone cold exterior crack. You, always so prim and proper, you, always so composed and efficient, forever found a way to enrapture his attention. Every meeting was torture, unable to concentrate on a single word uttered in them, the entirety of his attention drifting to the thought of fucking you on that table.

Fuck he’d do it in front of everyone too if it meant he could have you right there and then.

He couldn’t help but wonder how your jaded gaze would look broken by rapture. He couldn't help but imagine how you'd look under him.

He’d draw out the moment, gloved fingers in your dripping cunt, always stopping as you’d approach ecstasy. He’d make you beg.

Fuck.

Oh yes, he’d make you beg. Implore him for release.

Gods above, he yearned to hear you plead. Words broken by sobs, your pretty lips reddened by your teeth biting into them in bliss.

The thought of your cheeks stained by makeup blurred tears made his hips twitch, a loud groan escaping his lips and a bead of precum forming at his tip.

He bet your moans were the sweetest sounds to ever grace the earth.

Wait.

Were you the type to mewl out in pleasure at every touch? Or were you the type to keep silent? Didn’t matter if you were, he’d simply shove his fingers down your throat if you denied him the pleasure of hearing you. Keep those lovely lips open, make it impossible for you to muffle out your moans.

He tightened his grip so not to come too fast, the pleasure of his fantasy too sweet to let it go right away.

Fuck he was close.

He longed to feel you twitch around him. He’d make you come again and again. Once for every orgasm he’d denied you. He’d have your eyes rolling at the back of your skull and your toes curling in pleasure. He’d fuck you so hard he’d have to remind you to fucking breathe.

Yes.

By the time he’d be done with you, you’d be a twitching mess, thighs trembling, hole spasming as he’d come inside you once again. He bet there’d be a pool of both your arousals staining that shitty wood table. Staining your pretty thighs, dripping to the floor.

But even then he wouldn’t be done with you.

Oh no, then he’d quench his thirst by eating you out. He’d suck on your oversensitive clit and hold your thighs open as you’d struggle against him, body twisting in oversensitivity. Yes, he’d eat you out until you passed out.

His hips twitched, brow furrowing into concentration.

Maybe he’d go at it again after that. Make sure you’d come back to the land of the living with your back arching and your hole spasming around his cock.

Fuck yes.

He craved you. Hungered to break that frozen façade.

The movements of his hips were erratic, cum staining the leather of his glove, a shaky moan, and unsteady pants filling the storage closet he was hiding in.

He hastily grabbed a random rag, cleaned himself up quickly, and rearranged his tipping hat before casually strolling out of the closet as though nothing happened.

He was, after all, already late for his next meeting.

#sabo x reader #sabo x y/n #revolutionary sabo #one piece sabo #one piece x reader #anon ask #ask box #charlou writes #charlou answers

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andy-wm · 4 months ago

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https://x.com/jmnberries/status/1817503692083396934

LOUD AND CLEAR

Said by Jimin himself. He's searching for the person he's meant to be with, the one his heart is waiting for. He passes one person after another thinking is it you or you. And guess what ? IT WAS ALWAYS A WOMAN.

You and your theory about WHO proven wrong for 975939488848th time 😛

My goodness Anon, are you telling me my theory has been discussed that many times? That's quite an achievement! I didn't know my theories - or I - had such a far reaching impact.

[basking in the glow of this proud moment]

Ok I'm done basking, now back to the ask:

For those of you playing along at home, here's the tweet Anon sent in, for context.

Anon, I'm going to quote you, since you said it so succinctly...

"He passes one person after another thinking 'is it you or you'. And guess what ? IT WAS ALWAYS A WOMAN."

Absolutely correct Anon!

It WAS always a woman

I'm glad we agree on this.

You also said "He's searching for the person he's meant to be with, the one his heart is waiting for."

Yes! We agree on this too!

He's definitely working hard to find the one his heart is waiting for - you said it yourself, he's searching. He's actively looking for them.

We're doing well so far...

Oh but context is important here, right??

We should probably clarify that he's actually describing the last scene of the MV - the one he's about to film. He's not describing himself or his own life.

Yes, to be totally transparent, Jimin is describing a scene he's shooting for the MV of a song - a song he asked Jon Bellion to write. A song he himself didn't contribute to beyond that. He didn't write the visual narrative for the MV either, that was the creatives at Lumpens. No doubt he gave a lot of input but he didn't provide the material.

Did you forget that part, Anon? Or did you think he was actually describing his own life? Or... were you sneakily pretending he was talking about his real life when he said those things, because that suited your argument?

If you were trying to make it sound like he was talking about his own personal lived experiences, that kinda sucks. Because we love Jimin for WHO HE IS. We don't need to make shit up about his life and pretend things are real when they aren't.

We don't need to pretend, Anon, we can just observe, write about what we see - honestly and objectively and without judgement - and then step back and look at the situation.

I guess you might be wondering how come I'm analysing everything if I think we should just be talking about what we see. Fair call. I don't mean that we can't read between the lines or make educated (substantiated) guesses that we can back up with facts (and cite our sources - I am a librarian after all). I also don't mean we can't look deeper than the surface. There are always layers of meaning and hidden messages in the art produced for BTS. I get right into it because I enjoy it - my background is in visual arts analysis so it's kinda my jam - but I'm not just making shit up. I have a wealth of learning and experience I'm basing my analysis on. I'm also not claiming that it's fact - it's an interpretation - It's my interpretation (and just quietly I am pretty good at this stuff so it's a justified and plausible interpretation).

What I'm saying is don't purposefully misinterpret what you see to mislead, or to fuel an opinion or argument that doesn't stand up otherwise. If you have to bend the truth to back up your argument, you might want to reconsider that argument. Theory is built on evidence, not the other way around.

But back to Jimin...

Of course it's perfectly possible that he did spend several years thinking he would one day find true love with a woman. Maybe he dated loads of women. Maybe he came close to finding a deep love with one or more of them. And if he did, I hope those were happy times for him (or at least meaningful times if happiness was elusive). I would never think of denying that if I saw evidence of it, or judging him for who he loves (or loved). I don't think there's any wrong or right here - whether it's heterosexual or bisexual or asexual or gay or queer or into kink or poly or whatever else he is or does. Who he fucks or who he loves or who he feels emotionally safe with - and for many of us humans those are not necessarily even the same people - that's his business.

His life, his body, his business.

I don't judge Jimin. I just admire and celebrate him for who he is.

And I wish him happiness.

I wish them both so, so much happiness.

That's the whole point of all of this, really.

That's why I watch Jimin and Jungkook together, Anon. Not because I want them to be together or because I think they should be, but because I see real happiness when they are together.

True happiness and true love are rare and beautiful things.

I think that's why most of us Jikookers are here, Anon. Because the joy we see and the delight we feel, just from witnessing these two beautiful people being happy, is real.

I'm not saying ALL of us are altruistic. Some Jikookers are full of shit. They covet one or both of them and they think supporting Jikook's relationship entitles them to make judgements or assumptions or claims about Jimin and JK. They get possessive, they objectify, they demand things. Some people who claim to support Jikook have spite and hatred in their hearts... yes, we have our share of nut jobs too.

But the majority of genuine Jikook supporters I encounter are simply here to celebrate the greatest love story we've ever seen. We're here to get behind two beautiful men who clearly love each other despite the odds against them. We're here to bask in the reflection of their glow and it's bloody wonderful.

But, I digress....

Let's go back to the making of the MV for WHO...

Here Jimin describes the MV, just like when talking about the final scene. He says it's like a musical movie.

"Right now we're filming one of my favourite parts. It's like a musical movie." There's definitely a narrative here, it's the part where he joins 6 other male dancers, an obvious nod to BTS.

We already know there 's a narrative, but Jimin confirms it for us here.

So let's look again at the narrative:

Throughout this production we can see that the dance (not choreographed by Jimin) and the lyrics (not written by Jimin) have been created/chosen to show /tell us that Jimin (the performer) is searching among all these women for the love of his life.

THAT'S *PART* OF THE STORY THEY ARE TELLING.

But it leaves out a pretty big development ...

He was searching for love, looking at every woman just as he was supposed to, but someone (WHO?) crashed into his life and stopped him in his tracks. Yes, that someone fell directly into his path in a way that couldn't be ignored.

Jimin said

"I try to see WHO I'm meant to be with... is it you? Is it you?"

It doesn't sound like he was giving anyone much of a chance, does it? It sounds more like he was searching for someone in particular.

Maybe it was no accident. Maybe he was searching for WHO all along and he just didn't realise, until he found him.

Ok I am done talking (finally)

I'll finish responding to this ask so we can all go on with our lives.

To respond to your specific query, Anon:

Jimin doesn't say he's searching for a woman himself, does he? Not even in that quote you supplied.

He could have said "women walk past me" but he said "people walk past me".

He could have said he's trying to see which of these women he's meant to be with, but instead he said "who I'm meant to be with"

We can't ignore him saying WHO, Anon.

The song isn't called Which woman?

The song is called WHO

Anon, if you stuck with me all the way through this post, I commend you.

And yes, I was a bit facetious in the beginning, in my defence I had a shitty day at work. But I responded to you as the adult I imagine you to be, even though your language was a little on the childish side. I assume you were intending to piss me off but I enjoyed answering to your ask, so thank you regardless.

If you are still here I want to ask you a few genuine questions in return... I'd love to hear your honest answer.

Why, in the face of all the evidence, it's so difficult to accept that Jimin and Jungkook have a bond that goes beyond friendship or brotherhood?

They look like they're vey happy together, so why do you want them to not be together?

Why is it a problem for you if they love each other? Homophobia is learned behaviour. Who did you learn it from?

And probably my most burning question:

Have you ever experienced true, deep, lasting love?

#park jimin #jikook #kookmin #국민 #jeon jungguk #true love #jimin muse #bts jimin #jungkook #jimin who #who by jimin #muse by jimin

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obsessivestar · 2 months ago

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bestfriend! ted thoughts??

Ok I wanna take this as the opportunity to try the whole list of hc things that other fic accounts use, hope you don't mind <3

Purple: You. Red: Schlatt. Green: Ted.

Ted as your Best Friend:

- Based on how close you are, people would've guessed you met in high school or college

- But no, you actually met him after he graduated through mutual friends.

- Y'all get along like you've known each other for YEARS tho. Joined at the fuckin' HIP.

- If you're talking or playing video games online, you continuously talk over each other.

- "Yeah but didn't you say--" "--Yeah I did say that but it's not what I--" "--You weren't supposed to hand that in, right? Didn't he--" "--He said he was gonna fail me--" "--said he was gonna fail you, yeah.."

- You've been a guest on Chuckle Sandwhich a few times, you're lowkey trynna take Tuckers job

- Schlatt is dead set on assuming y'all are secretly dating, but y'all deny it everytime.

- Maybe one of y'all have a small crush on the either??? Maybe??

- But everything you two do is purely platonic. Probably. You're very close.

- You'll use ironic matching icons on Discord

- Like Lord Farquad and Fiona after a shitty game of Shrek Super Party

- If you play anything competitive, it's constant trash talk and playful threatening.

- "If you get one more fuckin' point on me, I'm driving over there." "Your old ass car won't make that trip, Ted." "I'll fuckin--oooh, I'm gonna fucking destroy you." "Promises, promises."

- "Hey can you guys get a fuckin' room??" "No." "No."

- On the off chance everyone gets together in person, you're always sitting or standing next to each other, no exceptions.

- Out to dinner? Taking up that whole side of the booth together.. On a couch? Sitting together. Standing around outside? He's standing beside you. Ted's driving his Tacoma? You're in the passenger seat.

- Schlatt tries to take that passenger seat? "That's their seat." "No, that seat doesn't belong to them." "It absolutely belongs to them."

- You've both gone to certain fast food joints so often, you know each other's orders.

- The hangouts are usually at Ted's place, much to Schlatt's dismay.

- At least Ted got rid of that god awful couch.

- The whole 'talking over each other's thing is worse in person, but you both just love swapping stories and crazy scenarios.

- Constantly taking pictures together. Too many bro.

- Sleepovers! Even if Schlatt and Tucker aren't in town, you drive up on your own for sleepovers!

- You plan to sleep in separate rooms ofc...

-...but often times you both pass out on the new good couch.

- Maybe sometimes u wake up leaning on him iunno

- "You gave me your gross cooties." "You smell bad" "Shut the fuck up, you're not getting breakfast now." "Yes I am." "....alright, you are. Lemme get up."

- You might be the better cook, but he absolutely cooks every sleepover.

- And it's always SO GOOD.

- Honestly every day with Ted is a good day, both in person and online.

- He tells you things you're not even sure he's told Schlatt or Tucker, who he's known much longer.

- Confides in you about a lot of personal stuff, you do the same with him.

- Platonic Soulmates till the very end.

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DELICATE✰ CHARLES LECLERC.

INTERLUDE: this is why we can't have nice things.

— the one where everybody's waiting to see the fall out.

warnings: this is basically like the INTRO chapter with all media, we're going to pretend publications and broadcast timings are not mistaken or fake, okay? ok. am i myself if i don't mention taylor swift in every chapter? no. foul language.

masterlist ✢ next

By Tom Gill // June 23rd

Vic Presley confirms y/n hasn't reached out to her even after Vic called asked her to in a publication a few days ago.

"I think she has blocked my number by now," Presley said, "I am devastated by this. I didn't think it was like her to discard relationships so easily."

Presley and y/ln have been friends since 2020, when they met at the opening of the SENSE Club in downtown Los Angeles and quickly became inseparable.

"y/n really was— is my best friend. I miss her and I want her to come back to me."

Vic Presley also commented on y/n's split from Aidan Kim in her own way: "I hate that she hurt Aidan. I was not aware they had so many problems, that's definitely the kind of stuff you tell your best friend."

y/n was spotted just a week ago with alleged (and constantly denied) boyfriend, Charles Leclerc on a stroll around Central Park. Victoria Presley couldn't help but speak her mind on this.

"y/n has changed so much since she met that guy. I met him in Miami and Monaco, he's not one of the good ones. He's managing to isolate her from everyone who loves her."

Once again, Victoria urges y/n to contact her so they can rekindle their friendship. "I am not angry at her, disappointed maybe. But I will always have my arms open for her."

SEE ALSO:

→ Mia Kim, the talented sister of Aidan Kim, set to make big screen debut.

→ Were Mia Kim and Victoria Presley mocking y/n y/ln in new Youtube Video?

→ Mia Kim: "y/n should have kept her mouth shut, there's still shit to be exposed about her."

FROM THE DREW BARRYMORE SHOW — JULY 6TH

[Y/N]: ❝(...) What matters to me right now, is that people now I am nothing of what they're calling me. I am not perfect, nobody is. But I have never cheated on a partner or used someone else as a 'toy' and most importantly, I built my own career.❞

[Y/N]: ❝It gets exhausting, you hear things about yourself you never even thought possible. It could be laughable if it wasn't so cruel❞

[Y/N]: ❝My relationship ended in February, but I believe it was over way before that. I acted in a way that was not fair to my ex-partner nor to myself, and I expressed my regrets about it. He had the right to not accept my apology, but not to make stuff up about the whole situation.❞

[Y/N]: ❝He's feeding his ego, he's a man, after all. But doing it at the expense of my work and my reputation is disgusting. I want one producer or casting agent to come forward and say they gave me a role thanks to my ex-boyfriend's input, just one.❞

[Y/N]: ❝I have surrounded myself with different people. They have been a great support system, always motivating me, and holding me back when I'm about to do something stupid. This also means I have left some people out of what's going on with me, and it's for the best.❞

[Y/N]: ❝Taylor Swift, bless her soul, has given me a lot of advice. She's the sweetest person ever and since the same guy that is trying to drag me has gone after her in a few interviews, she wants this to be over as much as I do. I think he made a mistake by messing with Taylor too.❞

[Y/N]: ❝Rumors will keep running, but I am finally at peace with knowing who I am and who I can trust. But those 'sources' should know my patience is running out.❞

By Jenny Highland // July 20th

Mia Kim and Victoria Presley are the hottest topic right now, but not for the reasons both influencers wish, as they are in trouble!

Both Los Angeles locals have received a 'Cease and Desist' letter from recovering actress y/n y/ln this week, per her team's advice. This was confirmed by both Presley and Kim on Twitter, saying they are 'flabbergasted' that y/n is accusing them of defamation.

While y/n is far from gaining her place back in the public's heart, we are not blind to what Victoria and Mia have done for the past month, riding the wave to get views and followers talking about their shared time with y/n. Who has every right to ask them to stop, as she has done in several interviews throughout the month.

For many people, this makes it more evident that it was either Presley or Kim who contacted tabloids to get their five minutes of fame and sink y/n deeper.

Actions have consequences for everyone, and if y/n decided to pick this fight at this point in her downfall/rerise/wherever it is that we are with her, it's because she knows she can win, right?

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By Chance

Warnings: Angst. Fluff.

Word Count: 6.2k+

Requested by @louxbloom

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18+ MINORS DNI

The relationship between Wanda and Vision was complicated. It seemed like they were the perfect couple, but whenever Vision had a chance to disappear, claiming it was work related. Wanda was always left alone in the house, playing with the ring on her finger as she looked out the window.

"You need to end it Wanda." Nat told her as the two met up for coffee. "It's been forever since we have hung out and you're moping around about Vision."

"I am not moping." Wanda told her before she released a shaky breath. "What am I doing wrong Nat? We are engaged to be married. Everytime I bring up a date, he shoots it down."

"End it Wanda." Nat told her.

"I love him Nat." Wanda whispered. "I don't want to give up on something that might work in the end."

"Might work," Nat emphasized. "He clearly doesn't care about you Wanda, otherwise he would be here."

Wanda knew that she was right, she was holding onto something that was bound to fail. So she decided to take her friend's advice, she started to pack her things and pack her car as Vision was at work.

"What's for dinner?" He asked as he walked inside, taking off his tie as he spotted Wanda sitting on the sofa. "Did you cook anything?" He asked her as she shook her head.

"I didn't have it in me." She told him. "Not anymore."

"What's going on?" He asked her as he moved closer, his eyes soon landing on the engagement ring on the table.

"It's over." She told him. "I am sick of sitting at home, waiting for a fiancè who is never here."

"This is ridiculous Wanda." He told her. "I am trying to get the money saved for our wedding."

"Don't bullshit me." She told him as she stood up. "You never want to organise the wedding, you keep denying any of the dates I suggest."

"Wanda, you're reading too deep into this." He scoffed as she shook her head.

"Who is she?" She asked him. "I want a name and I want to know why?"

"That's ridiculous." He laughed as she shook her head. "You are making things up in your mind Wanda, did you have one of those dreams again."

"No!" She yelled at him.

"Maybe we can order from that Thai place you like." He tried to distract her.

"Stop changing the subject." She told him. "I am leaving and we are done." As she went to leave he grabbed her arm.

"No one will love you Wanda." He growled as she got herself free from him, tears in her eyes.

"I will." She told him. "I will love myself." She wiped her eyes. "I don't need you to love me."

"You'll regret this Wanda." He yelled after her as she left the house. It was rented by the company that Vision worked for since they had left her family back in New York. Getting in her car and starting the journey back to New York.

"Wanda?" Pietro was shocked to see his twin standing outside his door.

"I need somewhere to stay and I couldn't go to Nat." She whispered as he just opened his arms for her.

"It's ok, you're always welcome here." He told her. As the days went by, Wanda had managed to get her old job back, seeing all of her old work friends again. She was happy, happier than she has been since she moved with Vision.

"I want to kill him." Pietro growled as Wanda had explained everything that had gone down with Vision, all to the last word he said to her. "I need to kill him." He growled as Wanda shook her head no.

"I don't want to worry about him anymore." She told him. "I want to live the life I lost the moment we moved to Westview."

And she did just that, months went by as she started to recognise the person in her reflection. The woman she used to be before her life revolved around him.

"Shit." A voice sounded, breaking her from her daze.

"I am so sorry." She rambled as she tried to dry their shirt. "I am so sorry. Let me buy you a new shirt."

"It's ok." They smiled at her. "I have a spare at the office."

"I am so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." She told them as they smiled at her.

"It's fine, really." They told her once again. "Look, I would really love to stay here and listen to your cute rambles but I have a meeting. It's extremely important but here is my card." They handed her their card. "Maybe give me a call and I would love to hear your rambles over a date." They waited for a name.

"Wanda." She told them.

"Well, I will wait for your call." They kissed her cheek before walking away as she watched them, a deep blush coating her cheeks. Looking at the card once they were no longer in her sight. She noticed the name and where they worked.

Y/N Y/L/N

CFO

Stark Industries

She was shocked to say the least, the person she had just bumped into, beat Vision at the promotion. She remembered him returning home a few weeks before they were relocated.

Vision slammed the apartment door shut as he walked in, loosening his tie as he spotted Wanda standing at the stove.

"Are you ok Vis?" She asked him as he groaned.

"Do I look ok?" He asked her bluntly. "That promotion that I have been working towards, putting in all of the extra hours and taking on a bigger workload went to someone from outside of the company!" He grabbed a beer from the fridge. "I fucking worked for Mr Stark since I left college, worked my way up through the ranks and now some good for nothing nobody has the job."

"I'm sure it may be temporary." Wanda tried as Vision slammed the bottle down before he approached her, gripping her jaw hard.

"Are you fucking stupid?" He growled as she tried to get free from his grip. "It's not fucking temporary you stupid bitch."

She had to cover the bruises for weeks after that night, seeing a different side to Vision that she feared.

She pondered for a couple of weeks before she decided to phone the number on the phone.

"Y/N Y/L/N, how may I help?" They answered professionally.

"Hi, it's Wanda." She spoke nervously as she played with the tassel on her hoodie. "The shirt stain."

"That was art." They told her excitedly. "I wore it with pride." She giggled at their playfulness. "How have you been?"

"I have been good." She told them as she sat on her bed. "Just debating on whether I should call you."

"Well, I am glad you did." They told her. "So, how does coffee sound?"

"When?" She questioned.

"Tomorrow at 1pm?" They asked her. "There's this new place that's just opened near Central Park."

"That sounds perfect." Wanda smiled as she thought about the person who has been on her mind.

"I'll see you tomorrow Wanda." They both bid their goodbyes as they hung up. Pietro stood in the doorway as she lay back, a smile on his face at seeing her happy.

"Do you want to tell me who that was?" He questioned as she shook her head.

The next morning came around, Vision hated the idea of being back in New York, but he was needed for a meeting with none other than the company CFO.

"So the Westview branch is losing profit." Y/N questioned as they looked at the presentation that Vision had planned out.

"I guess you can say that." He mumbled.

"The records show that." Y/N told him. "What's your plan to get things level for the next twelve months?"

"I guess we can make some cutbacks." He tried as Y/N looked over the files they had.

"That will help to an extent but we need a long term solution." They told him. "Look at the retiring employees, maybe early retirement since it is the veterans who earn more than the younger ones you have just hired."

"But they're better at the job, more proficient." He tried as Y/N shook their head.

"Work with the new employees, have Viv help you out with it, and start giving out early retirements." They told him, glancing at their watch. "Head back and put the plan into motion, I'll talk with Ms Potts about this situation."

"What will happen if we can't get a level of profit?" He asked as Y/N put the folders away.

"We will have no choice but to close the Westview branch." They told him, gesturing for him to leave before they started to get ready to meet Wanda.

Vision was shocked to see Wanda sat at an outside table at Loki's, a coffee in her hand as she scrolled through her social media.

"Wanda, hi." He greeted her, causing her to look up in his direction, a forced smile on her lips.

"Vision." She looked around before looking at him once more. "What are you doing here?" She asked him.

"I had a meeting at HQ." He told her. "So you live here again? In New York?"

"Yes." She spoke bluntly, wanting him to leave her.

"Wanda." Y/N's voice broke her and Vision from their conversation. "Vision?"

"Y/N, do you know Wanda?" He asked with a smirk as Wanda stood abruptly.

"Let's get that coffee." She told them as she led them inside the cafè, not sparing Vision a second glance. He just watched as the two linked arms as they waited at the counter.

"How is it that you know Vision?" Y/N asked Wanda as the two walked over to an empty table with their drinks.

"Well, it's complicated." She told them as they gave her a smile.

"I have got time." They told her as she smiled at them.

"He is my ex fiancè." She told them as they nodded. "When he got transferred to Westview, I went with him. Blindly."

"I think it wasn't a nice experience." They stated as they observed her.

"No." She answered. "I guess some of the people who I had met there were nice but my career was here and the schools in Westview were small, so there weren't any jobs for me. I was a stay at home fiancè and I hated it."

"I guess he didn't take it well." Y/N pointed out. "Because he looked like he could kill me for a whole other reason."

"Yeah, he hated you before we moved." Wanda told them with a smirk. "You got the job he had been working towards and he hated it."

"Well, now I am happier." They smiled as they sat back. "I have met a beautiful woman, by chance I might add, and I have learnt why one of my employees hates me."

"He was always a power hungry man." Wanda told them.

"You sound like you know from experience." They spoke as their gaze softened. "Did he ever hurt you?" They asked her as she looked at her watch.

"I have to go." She told them.

"I'm sorry if I overstepped and made you uncomfortable." They apologised.

"It's not that." She whispered as she squeezed her eyes closed. "I barely know you and you want to know more about a relationship I had with an employee"

"Well, get to know me. Ask me anything." They told her with a smile.

"What is your favourite colour?" She asked them.

"It used to be blue, but now I'm thinking green." They smirked as Wanda chuckled.

"You keep complimenting me." She stated as Y/N nodded with a wide smile.

"And I would keep complimenting you everyday that I see you." They told her as she smiled.

"I'd like that." She smiled, that was something Vision had never done since the first year of them dating.

That was the start of Wanda's happiness again, both Y/N and Wanda had multiple dates but Y/N respected her boundaries. Waiting for her to be the one to make the next move. So as they walked together to her brother's apartment, their coat wrapped around her shoulders to protect her from the bitter ice in the winter air.

"Thank you for tonight." She whispered as they stood before the building.

"Thank you for accompanying me." They smiled as they brushed her hair from her face, she closed her eyes as a sigh left her lips at the gentle touch.

"I uh, what is the purpose of these dates for you?" Wanda asked them, her eyes boring into their own. "It's always just us, and the dates are a little too romantic to be just friends."

"I want to be more than friends." They answered honestly. "But I don't want to push anything, I am willing to wait for you Wanda."

"Don't wait for me." She whispered as her hand found theirs, holding it as she entwined their fingers. "I don't want to wait either."

"So?" They asked her, confused by her words.

"Kiss me?" She whispered as they smiled, their free hand moving to cup her cheek. Leaning in slowly until their lips met in a tender kiss, Wanda soon gripped their shirt as she pulled them closer, deepening the kiss before they pulled away.

"I will see you soon." They whispered as they opened their eyes.

"Kiss me again?" She asked as they complied, giving her a soft kiss before pulling away.

"If I keep kissing you, I won't be able to stop." They whispered as she pouted.

"Don't stop." She replied as they shook their head as their smile widened.

"I have to." They told her. "Your brother is most likely home and I would love to take you on more dates and ask you a very important question first."

"Then ask me." She told them as they chuckled lightly.

"Not right now." They caressed her cheek. "I want it to be special. Memorable, like every moment spent with you."

"Go." She told them breathlessly. "Now, or I will go against everything you have just said and take you upstairs."

"I'll see you soon dear." They kissed her forehead before watching her disappear through the doors before walking home themselves.

"How was it?" Pietro asked as Wanda walked inside, a fuzzy smile on her face.

"It was perfect." She told him as she sat beside him on the sofa. "They are perfect."

"When do I get to meet them?" He asked her as she giggled. "You have been on like a million dates, they should have met the family by now."

"Soon." She told him, he just smiled as he pulled her in for a hug.

"It's nice to see that smile on your face again." He told her. "Haven't seen that smile since we were kids."

On the next date, Y/N had decided to cook for Wanda in their apartment. They had sent her their address as they had managed to find a recipe for chicken paprikash.

"Hey." They smiled as they answered the door, receiving a kiss in return.

"Kiss the chef." Wanda smirked as she pointed at the apron.

"It was a joke gift from my assistant." They helped her take off her coat as she looked at the open plan luxury apartment.

"This is a nice place." She whispered as they hung up her coat. Smiling at her as she wandered over to the window.

"I like it here." They told her. "It's a change from my old apartment in Algonquin."

"Algonquin?" She questioned as they shrugged.

"It was home. My parents still live there, and never wanted to move." They told her as they went to stir the food on the stove.

"Is that?" She asked as she approached them.

"It is." They confirmed. "I found a recipe online during a meeting on Monday and I had to try and cook it for you." She listened as they rambled. "I remember you saying it was your favourite dish that your mom used to make."

"Thank you." She whispered.

"Thank me after you don't die of food poisoning." They told her as their eyes met hers. Wanda had felt that in that moment, the entire world had stopped moving, with the intensity they gazed at her.

"Do you want me to help with anything?" She asked as she straightened out her jumper.

"Maybe grab whatever drink you want from the rack." They told her as they started to get the bowls out, and the garlic bread from the oven.

"My brother wants to meet you." She told them as she sat opposite them.

"Really? Would I be getting the talk?" They questioned with a joke.

"Most definitely." She chuckled. "With Vision, he thought that he was a good guy, that he wouldn't hurt me."

"But he did." They stated. "In more than one way." They started to clear the plates before taking Wanda's hand and helping her stand. "Just know that, if you agree to be mine, I will protect your heart with my life. I will do everything in my power to keep that smile on your face and that sparkle in your eye."

"Yes." She whispered as she subconsciously stepped closer to them. "I want to be yours." Her hands danced along the front of their shirt as they held her hip with one hand and the other caressing her cheek. The tenderness that they had shown her made her realise that she would always be safe when she was in their arms. So they spent that night, getting to know each other deeply, their clothes strewn across the bedroom floor as Y/N kissed her passionately. Showing her all of the things she never knew she could feel.

She woke the next morning, just covered by the sheet as flashes of the night before flashed through her mind. She could smell pancakes and hear Y/N's voice as they spoke on the phone.

"Westview will have to be closed." They spoke. "We have no other option. There isn't any way we can save that branch." They sighed as they flipped the pancakes. "Offer them a transfer or redundancy. It's the only choice we have." They smiled as they spotted Wanda walk in with the shirt that she stripped from them the night before. "I'll be back on Monday and we can discuss it more. Good day Mr Smith."

"Was that?" Wanda questioned as she took a seat as Y/N hung up.

"It was Vision." They told her. "Tell me if this is too weird."

"It's weird hearing his name but I really like you." She stood up and walked towards them as they turned off the stove. "So much and I don't want this to end." She stood nose to nose with them as she bit her lip. "You have made me feel alive, more alive than I have been since the day I was born."

"Let's eat." They told her, lifting her onto the surface before she could say otherwise, kissing her with urgency before they took off the shirt. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." They whispered as they looked in her eyes. "Like you were painted by Da Vinci himself."

Wanda pulled them back into a hungry kiss, moaning as their tongue pushed past her lips, devouring her as much as they could. The breakfast soon became cold and forgotten about as they had their head between Wanda's thighs, bringing forth another mind blowing orgasm.

Wanda was nervous about Pietro meeting Y/N, cooking a simple meal as she wore Y/N's shirt with her jeans, setting the table and making sure the apartment seemed nice.

"The apartment is fine Wanda." Pietro told her as he leaned on the wall, an amused smirk on his face.

"This is shabby compared to their's P." She told him.

"If they really like you Wanda, they wouldn't care about the apartment." He told her just as the doorbell rang. Moments later, Pietro let them in, handing him a case of premium beer and a bouquet of flowers for Wanda.

"Hi, you must be Pietro." They held out their hand for him to shake.

"I am, and I have heard a lot about you." He told them with a smirk. "So, if you hurt her, I will find out and you won't like it when I do."

"I don't plan on ever hurting her." They told him honestly.

"Good." He smirked as Wanda came just in time.

"Dinner is ready." She told them as she grabbed Y/N's hand and led them to the table. They shared small conversations, Y/N heard stories from when the twins were young.

"So." Pietro questioned as Wanda left the table. "What are your intentions with my sister?"

"I just want to be there for, however she would let me." They told him honestly. "I want to keep that smile on her face and show her that she will be loved and treated like the queen she was born to be."

"Just don't hurt her, her ex fiancè did and I found her on my doorstep, crying." He told them as they nodded.

"I intend to look after her for as long as she will have me." They reassured him.

"Good." He spoke bluntly before Wanda returned with the desert.

"I kind of ruined the cake so ice cream it is." She smiled shyly as Pietro laughed and Y/N smiled endearingly at her.

"That's perfect." They smiled as she sat down beside them.

Since meeting Pietro, everything seemed to be going fine, what Wanda hadn't thought would happen would be Vision returning to New York.

"You will be manning the 11th floor." Y/N told him as he scoffed.

"I have just come from running a branch and now you expect me to take a demotion?" He asked them as they sighed.

"Look, Mr Smith, you are my employee. It was written in the new contract that you had signed when you accepted the transfer over the redundancy." Y/N told him tiredly.

"Can I take the redundancy now?" He questioned as Y/N chuckled lightly.

"You did go to University, no?" They questioned. "Because if you did, you would have understood the first question, and your inability to read over a contract is making me question your position at this company as a whole. Who knows what deals you have screwed us over with."

"Y/N." He tried as Y/N glared at him.

"You will be manning 11th, and that is final. Do I make myself clear?" They asked him.

"Crystal." He muttered before he left Y/N's office. Every time he saw their face, he wanted to punch them.

Pepper walked to Y/N's office, letting herself in and closing the door behind her.

"What can I do for you Pepper?" They asked her politely as she sat in the chair opposite them.

"The company is hosting a charity gala this month, we have managed to rent out the ballroom at the usual spot." She told them. "We need the management for each floor department to be there, as well as yourself and I."

"When is it?" They asked her as they opened up their diary.

"It is on the 27th. You can bring a plus one if you want to bring your assistant again." She told them.

"I won't be bringing Carol." They told her. "I will be bringing my girlfriend." They smiled as Pepper made herself comfortable.

"Girlfriend? When did this happen?" She asked with a wide smile. They told her everything from the moment they met Wanda to now, especially with it nearing 8 months since they have been dating. "You sound like you're in love."

"I am." They told her. "I can't explain why I feel like this but she makes me want to be a better person. When I'm around her, it's easy, just being me and not CFO of Stark Industries." Y/N told her.

"You should tell her." She stated as Y/N shook their head.

"It's too soon." They told her.

"Love doesn't have a time frame." She told them. "And I can't wait to meet the lucky lady."

Y/N was a nervous wreck after that talk with Pepper, they were sitting on the sofa with Wanda as her favorite show was on. Her head on their shoulder as she held their hand.

"Are you ok?" She asked as she noticed their stiff posture. "You seem tense."

"I love you." They blurted out before removing themselves from the sofa. "I'm sorry, I never planned to say it like this. Tell you even." Wanda watched as they rambled, her heart beating rapidly. "I wanted to make the moment special. I just."

"Any moment spent with you is special." She told them as she stood before them, her finger placed upon their lips. "And I am falling for you too. I can't explain it because it happened fast and I have wanted to tell you for a while now. I love you Y/N." They pulled her in for a tender kiss, smiling against her lips as the kiss broke.

"Do you have any plans on the 27th?" They asked her.

"No. Why?" She questioned.

"The company is throwing the annual charity gala and I was wondering if you would be my date?" They asked her.

"I would love to." She told them before kissing them once more before pulling them onto the sofa. Little did they know that things from this moment would be more challenging.

The moment Vision saw the two walk in the room arm in arm, he was fast to get another drink. He hated seeing the person who got the job he wanted have his girl. It was when he spotted Y/N being dragged away to talk to a client, leaving Wanda alone at the bar.

"They just left you here?" He smirked as he approached her.

"Why are you here Vision?" She asked him.

"Do you know, their assistant is usually the one they bring here." He sneered as Wanda scoffed.

"Leave me alone." She told him as she tried to leave, before he gripped her arm.

"Do you really think they love you?" He taunted. "No one will love you Wanda, no one but me."

"You never really loved me." She told him. "You only cared about yourself."

"You're making a huge mistake." He spat at her.

"Please get your hands off my girlfriend." Y/N spoke up as they stood behind Vision.

"Is she really your girlfriend or is she keeping you warm for the next whore." He taunted as Y/N's hand removed Wanda from his grasp.

"You know, if we weren't at a business event, I would take you outside and kick your ass for thinking you could put your hands on a woman, let alone my girlfriend." They told him. "But right now, I can make your life a living hell. I can make sure you won't find another job in New York again. I have the power to do just that so I suggest you leave Wanda alone. You will not look at her. Talk to her or even touch her because if you do, I will make sure you won't be breathing the same air as her. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal." He snarled before walking away, Y/N was fast to check her arm.

"Are you ok?" They asked her, and she just kissed them passionately.

"That was hot." She whispered as Y/N laughed at her. "But yeah, I'm ok." The rest of the night went by swimmingly, Vision seemed to stay away from Wanda until he had an idea.

Pietro groaned when he saw Vision enter the bar, wanting to kick his ass. He crossed his arms as his sister's ex sat on the stool opposite him.

"Why are you here?" Pietro asked him bluntly.

"Can't I get a drink in this fine establishment?" Vision taunted as Pietro just got him a beer.

"Why are you here?" He asked again as Vision took a long sip.

"Y/N is hurting Wanda." He told him.

"What?" He questioned.

"I've seen it, they held her arm extremely hard earlier. It will most likely bruise and let's not forget about Carol." Vision fought back the smirk on his face.

"Carol?" Pietro questioned.

"Yeah, she's Y/N's assistant, extremely close. I have walked by their office and heard noises before." He told him. "You know, sex noises."

"So you're telling me that Y/N is hurting my sister and cheating on her." He stated as Vision nodded.

"That's exactly what I'm telling you." Vision finished his beer and put the money down before leaving an angry Pietro behind, feeling extremely triumphant about himself.

"I had fun tonight." Wanda told Y/N as they held hands, walking through the streets.

"So did I." They answered before pausing their steps, observing her bruising arm. "Does that hurt?" They asked her as she shook her head no. "This isn't the first time he has hurt you, is it?"

"No." She told them, barely above a whisper. "He wasn't always like that though, when we first got together he was sweet and gentle but then something changed in him as time went on." The two sat on a bench as Y/N wrapped their jacket around her shoulders. "He was overworking himself, forgetting dates and then he would try and buy my forgiveness with flowers and jewelry. Before we got engaged, I thought the man I fell in love with was coming back to me, and then after the engagement it got worse. The first time he hit me was when I never came home from work before him. I went out with my work friends so his dinner wasn't ready for him. He slapped me across the face."

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." They assured her as she nodded.

"I know." She answered as she looked into their gentle eyes. "I just feel safe with you."

"You will always be safe with me." They told her, lips about to touch as they heard Pietro's angry voice.

"Pietro?" Wanda questioned as he threw a punch at Y/N's jaw.

"You make me sick." He growled as Y/N held their jaw.

"What is going on?" Wanda asked as Pietro threw another punch.

"They hurt you. They have been hurting you." He told her. "I know everything Wanda, the bruises on your arms. The sex with the assistant."

"What?" She whispered as Y/N looked at Pietro.

"I would never hurt Wanda." Y/N told him as they stood up. "I would never cheat on her either. That's just not who I am."

"What about the sex noises in the office?" He questioned as both Y/N and Wanda went beetroot. "And Carol wasn't at her desk."

"That would be us." Wanda admitted. "They send her on a long lunch while we have our time."

"But the bruises?" He questioned pointing to her arm.

"How do you know?" She asked him.

"Vision, he came by the bar just." He told her. "I'm sorry Y/N, when he said that you were hurting her and cheating on her I just went."

"I know." They nodded as they held their jaw. "I would have done the same had I been in your position."

"It doesn't excuse my behaviour." He told them.

"It's ok." They straightened up. "I will deal with Vision myself." They told the two of them. "I'll see you soon my dear." They kissed her cheek as they left her with Pietro.

"So, who gave you the bruises?" He asked her as they walked home together. She told him everything, from the first moment he first laid hands on her as Y/N spent all night at the office. Finding a way to get Vision out of New York.

"You wanted to see me?" Vision spoke as he entered the office, his eyes widening as he spotted Pepper sat in Y/N's chair.

"I have asked Pepper to be here because right now, it is taking everything in me to remain professional." They told him as they turned to face him. "After the bruises you left on my girlfriend's arm last night and trying to ruin my relationship with her by spreading lies to her brother has shown me that you no longer belong here." They told him. "So, I have a proposition for you, you can either take the transfer to our Dubai branch or you can tender your resignation. Effect of immediately"

"So which will it be?" Pepper questioned.

"Mr Stark won't stand for this." Vision spat at the two of them. "We are friends."

"When was the last time you and Mr Stark hung out?" Pepper questioned. "A college party that my husband no longer remembers. Besides, he saw how you treated Ms Maximoff last night, he saw it all and he wanted you fired, arrested too."

"This is just a whole misunderstanding." Vision laughed as both Pepper and Y/N remained serious.

"I'm afraid it is past the whole misunderstanding phase." Y/N told him. "You have hated seeing me with your ex fiancèe because you still think you have some moronic claim over her."

"I love her." He told them as Y/N chuckled.

"You don't love her." They told him. "You love the idea of having a stay at home wife who would cater to your every need. Someone to make you feel good whenever you desire in however way you want. That's not love, that's narcissistic misogyny." His shoulders deflated knowing he had lost this fight. "You have 24hrs to decide Mr Smith. If you are a moment late, I will start the process for assault charges."

Vision left the office with a huff as Pepper smiled up at Y/N.

"Are you ok?" She asked them.

"Yeah." They nodded. "I'll be even better when he is out of Wanda's life. Thank you for helping me."

"It's no problem, now go home and rest." She told them which they did, already finding Wanda in their apartment, preparing a dinner for when they finished.

"What are you doing here?" The two asked at the same time.

"I figured you would be hungry after work." She told them.

"Pepper sent me home since I was working on our problem all night." They told her.

"Did you sort it out?" She asked them.

"We will find out tomorrow at 9am." They told her. "Or he will be getting charged for assault, the amount of witnesses there was from the moment he punched me, twice."

"You wouldn't?" She smirked as they nodded, wrapping their arms around her waist.

"I would do anything for you Ms Maximoff." They told her, pressing a kiss to her forehead and holding her close.

The moment Vision had took the job in Dubai, Wanda felt as though she could breathe freely, live freely as she moved her things into Y/N's apartment.

"You can decorate the place however you want to." They told her as she shook her head.

"Maybe some pictures to decorate the walls and units maybe." She told them as she pulled out a polaroid camera, taking a picture of the two as Y/N kissed her cheek.

"I guess we will have some memories to make then." They told her. "Like maybe a holiday, next week in Scotland."

"What about work?" She asked them as they smiled at her.

"Already sorted." They told her with a cheeky smile. "I spoke with Natasha about putting a holiday for you and that this was a surprise." She kissed their lips fervently, her heart full as she realised that this was the life she had craved. A love so pure that she never had to question it, whether she deserved it or not.

The trip to Scotland felt like a dream for her, the stolen moments and kisses she would share with Y/N as they explored the country. It wasn't until they were standing in the fields, surrounding Edinburgh that she turned to find Y/N on one knee.

"What are you doing?" She asked them as they smiled at her.

"Wanda, meeting you by chance was the best moment in my life. But I never knew that at that moment I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Loving you how you deserved to be loved. Showing you how you should be treated and cared for, and I want to do that for the rest of my life because with each passing day, my love for you only grows. So will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" They asked her as she only nodded with a shaky yes. Once the ring was on her finger, she pulled them in for a hard kiss. The two pulled away with smiles on their faces.

"I love you so much." She whispered as they pecked her lips once more.

"I love you so much more." They took her hand as they walked back to the hotel together. Ready to start on the adventure their future holds together.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #elizabeth olsen #wanda x you #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff x you #natasha romanoff

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szollibisz · 8 months ago

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Do you have any hcs abt how Curt and Owen "came out" to one another? (Using the term loosely cuz obviously they can't just be like "IM GAY") And also how they got together (who fell first etc etc)

Ok, so to preface this, my favourite thing about curtwen is just how many ways you can interpret their pre-canon relationship.

I try to keep their story relatively loose in my head, save for a few headcanons I very strongly believe in, because it's more fun this way.

For me, the #1 headcanon that's in all the iterations I think of, is that they hated each other at first. I think their personalities clash way too much for them to be all buddy-buddy on the first day. (Physical attraction? maybe. Was it minuscule compared to their irritation with each other? yes.)

I just think it's interesting how the two of them gradually (and begrudgingly) start to care about each other.

I think their "friendship stage" is one of my favourite parts about the whole thing. Now I refuse to believe either of those men have friends. Maybe coworkers and acquaintances, but not friends. Which is why this stage lasts so little.

As their work their way up to care for and respect each other, both of them go a little crazy about it.

It's the first time in years or even decades they felt genuine affection and maybe even trust, and both of them are extremely starved for it. So it really doesn't take much for them to fall for each other. (especially since the aforementioned physical attraction was always there and only getting stronger as they learned to tolerate each other)

I imagine, because of this, Owen was the one who fell first, and he employed his usual tactic for dealing with unwanted feelings: Being an ass and depriving himself of good things. He got more intense about his work, trying to immerse himself in it, so he'll stop thinking about Curt. He stayed up late, didn't even try to take it easy when he had a migraine, drank shit coffee and other great things.

It technically worked. He looked like shit, which in turn made Curt worried, and if Owen completely invalidated his worries the two of them would get into a fight, be mad at each other and not interact so much. Owen thought this would make him not yearn for Curt so bad (he still did, in fact, yearn for him that bad)

When Curt realized he was in love with Owen he was pretty horrified. Like listen. If someone has commitment issues it's Curt. Maybe he had a boyfriend or two during his teenage years/twenties, but they didn't end well, and since then he's been trying to keep everybody at arms length. He convinced himself Owen wasn't so bad because hey. They were just buddies (and Curt desperately needed a buddy.)

He tried to shove down and ignore his feelings, but moaning your friend's name while banging another guy may just be a little more than what you can avoid.

He never understood why Owen turned so cold suddenly, and he was terrified Owen just didn't like or trust him anymore. In turn he was also mad at him for trying to shut him out.

Their little hate renaissance could only last so long though. They were still each other's only friends and no matter what they did they kept being drawn back to each other.

This was a super long preface but. I am not normal about those two.

So. different scenarios and headcanons and whatnot

1. Either one of them somehow discovers the other is gay. This would probably mean Owen finding out about Curt, because, I wholeheartedly believe that man would leave during a mission sometimes just to get a quick fuck in. Maybe Owen finds out with evidence (fast & easy method) or he just starts strongly suspecting with his great spying and deduction skills (slow & torturous method, he'd try to convince himself he's just seeing what he wants to see) either way, the confrontation would be very uncomfortable for both of them. Curt would deny it ofc, and Owen would go through the internal battle of "tell him it's fine, you won't rat him out, but be a little homophobic about it, so maybe you can keep the only friend you have, but also be ok with the fact that he'll always be with other men and never you" or "tell him you're gay too, maybe he likes you, maybe not, and potentially risk losing your job and livelihood and everything you've ever worked for" He'd most likely end up doing the latter, surprising both Curt and himself. (He's already way more into Curt than he admits to himself) And things escalate from there.

2. Dramatic post mission (maybe a "I thought I'd never see you again" moment) This is where their friendship gets really interesting to me. For a scenario like this the months long yearning is a given, maybe even a lot of unresolved tension between the two (which would probably be resolved with violence anyways) They care very deeply about each other by now. They know each other better than anyone, and their idyllic relationship is only made into a living hell by all the pining. At this point I mean, they'd buy each other birthday gifts, go over to the other's house when they were in the same country and share way too much info over drinks. Their job is always dangerous, but even they can get scared. Maybe we're talking being crazy outnumbered, or a torture/hostage situations, or hell even a collapsing building. Point is, id either one of them thought the other (or both of them) may die, at this point they'd be impulsive enough to just say I love you or kiss the other. In the moment neither of them would care, and later on, when you'd normally talk about things like near death makeout sessions, they'd just. not. do that, because communication is for guys with better life prospects. This one has absolutely no coming-out talk in it, simply because they don't need it

3. Possibly drunk hookup Now clearly, we are talking about two of the most down bad men ever. This is one scenario, I think could also work really well when they still really hated each other. Maybe throughout their first few mission they both gathered enough evidence and sussed each other out, and after (yet another) explosive fight they might just. Alleviate the tension by not beating each other up but by. other means. They don't end up talking much about it, but it keeps happening, and wait maybe they don't even hate each other all that much. (This is the more sober option) The other one is where the "possibly drunk" comes in. If they've been friends for a while, they probably got used to working around each other and finding comfort in the other's presence. This includes little habits, inside jokes, and even (very small) physical touches. This probably wouldn't go down during a mission, it's more likely to happen at either Curt's or Owen's house, maybe during some holiday. Both of them realizing it's a pretty bad idea early on, because, without all the stress of the missions and navigating a foreign country all that's left is them and the feelings they have for each other. Owen would probably say no to drinks for the first few times, just to avoid a potentially dangerous situation, but Curt would wear him down eventually. Now, with both of them drunk and comfortable, it wouldn't take much for things to escalate. Maybe Curt forgets to take his hand off of Owen after patting him on the back, or Owen holds Curt gaze for a little too long. Either way, those two end up fucking. The next day both of them are a little horrified, but they manage to come clean about their feelings (even if it's in the most backwards and convoluted way possible)

Happy ending (or not) There's many more ways it could've happened, but I already wrote wayyyy too much I think.

In the end I don't think they'd ever have a proper conversation about homosexuality, even way into their relationship. It's something they slowly pick up on from each other. How ashamed are they, what makes them tick, what you shouldn't say etc. And then of course, since they don't communicate properly and sometimes purposefully hurt each other, they'd throw it all back in the other's face.

I'm not sure this is what you meant when you asked for hcs, but I got carried away.

#spies are forever #tin can bros #saf #owen carvour #agent curt mega #szol's spy rambles #curtwen #tcb #hoooo boy this was very long. sorry #edit: pasted this into word it's 1.4k words. again: sorry

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abilouwrites · 1 year ago

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WHEN PUSH COMES TO SHOVE

Mat Barzal

I love writing angst and I haven’t done it in so long

“You pick her every time” I exclaim, throwing my hands in the air from my frustrations, “it will never be me! Will it? It won’t!”

“Would you just listen?” He asks, reaching for my hand and I pull away again, “fucking listen to me!” He shouts, “it is you, but you act so jealous all the god damn time”

“Me? Jealous? Well of fucking corse!” I groan, pacing around the living room, “you’re surrounded by these women who are obviously better than me and Sarah” her name comes out as a whisper against my breath. Like a word that can’t be spoken. A name that shouldn’t be said.

“Sarah? This is all about Sarah?” He doesn’t treat her name with the same weight I do.

“Yes! You didn’t come home until morning because you were busy with her! Not me. Her! You text her good morning not me! On Roadies and shit I feel like is her you talk to not me” I cry out, thick hot tears fall down my face. He reaches for me and I pull away again.

“What the hell does that even mean?” He asks, “you think I should just date her? Instead of you?”

“The way you act right now Mat? Yeah I think you should” I choke out, I don’t wait for his response

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” He asks, he doesn’t block my path but he tries to

“Im going to Nico’s” I respond dryly as I grab my overnight bag and stuff some clothes in quickly.

“You accuse me of cheating and then you go to Nico’s?” He retorts; scoffing a little

“Don’t start with this right now!” I shout out, “at least I haven’t been caught with him this fucking close to my face like we’re kissing!”

He sighs and I drop my ring by the key bowl, “I need to get out”

New Jersey isn’t much of a drive but I end up there in morning. “What’s wrong?” Nico asks as he lets me inside

“Mat. He I think he’s cheating on me and I asked him about it and he kept denying it and then he accused me of cheating on him with you” I hiccup out

“I told you he was an ass” Nico says as I flop onto his couch, “but I don’t know.. why would he go through the trouble of proposing then cheating on you?” He reasons

“I just…” I lay down, “why am I so insecure? Why does it always feel that he picks her?” I ask

“Because he does”

I sigh, and roll onto my back, “I want to keep loving him. I want to always love him. But each time I keep getting hurt”

“Maybe you’re not meant to be”

Another tear sheds, “don’t say that Nico”

“Ok” he sighs softly

I spend the weekend there and the door rings and I really don’t want to answer it, “mat” I whisper

“I’m sorry, don’t let this be the end of us. I fucked up and I’m sorry I cheated”

The words barely register in my brain, “so you did cheat”

“I did”

“Leave”

“Y/n”

“Wait-“

“Get the fuck out right now”

“She told you to leave mat”

“Stay out of this Hischier!”

“Get out of my house Barzal”

#hockey #nhl #nhl fanfiction #nhl blurb #mat barzal #mat barzal my beloved #mat barzal x reader #mathew barzal #nico hischer x reader #new jersey devils nico hischier x reader #nico hischier x y/n #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagine #mathew barzal imagine #angst #no happy ending #mat Barzal Angst

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soleilnomoon · 1 year ago

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hey miss kaia 😼 I wasn’t sure if I should message you or send it this way butttt I’d love a strawberry-mango mai tai (crocodile or shanks) w/ songs 12, 15, and 23 from the playlist 👩🏾‍💻

hiiiii bb 🥰️ ty for requesting! i am so so sorry this took so long, but it’s here at last. also this was my first time writing crocodile, so i was v excited and wrote more than necessary but lbr i’m a long-winded mfer ok, that’s just how it is there’s no cure unfortunately; anyway i like how it turned out and if i kept writing we’d be here forever ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

2.1k words (don’t look at me), fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; fluff if you count him not choking her as fluff & smut (and angst that u didn’t ask for but i gave it to u bc i’m unwell like that 😊; feat. post-time skip crocodile in denial (he’s king of it clearly), reader who is (rightfully) in her feelings abt everything, smoking, established relationship, exes 2 lovers bc that’s my jam, a lil bit of miscommunication, crocodile is bad at emotions and reader is too emotional — they’re perfect for each other obvy — rough sex, is it considered knife play if he has a hook (asking 4 a friend), a lot of kissing (hello romance), probably other stuff but idr. crocodile comes w. his own damn warning tbqh. reader sippin that clown girl juice like a champ, i’m proud <3

(if u see spelling/grammar mistakes no u didn’t 💕)

it’s late at night when he arrives at your doorstep; you’re in the middle of flipping through a magazine, the ceiling fan silent and slow, the heat a little more than tolerable as you sip a cool drink. you have no intention of entertaining anyone, but when you recognize the heaviness behind the loud knocks, you make an exception.

of course, you do, there’s no other choice but to do so.

sir crocodile is a man that takes, and takes, and takes without remorse; there’s an insatiable greed — hunger, rather — that he can’t seem to satisfy. or maybe it’s that he’s been denying himself for years and it’s finally become too much for him. a small, quiet buzz infiltrates your body when you yank open the door. you half expect to find someone else there, so you stare openly, disbelief and shock holding you in place.

he peers down at you when you stand there and don’t bother to invite him inside. he knows his presence is probably more than you can handle, but he’s a selfish man and his time is very limited right now. with a subtle nod of his head, almost as if he’s telling — no, commanding — you to let him in; he’s always been like that, wordless commands that he expects to be followed without question.

if you had more sense, you’d slam the door in his face. but sadly, you don’t.

you try not to appear too affected, but as crocodile walks inside, dark eyes taking a sweeping glance around your modest living space, you suddenly remember how to speak.

“h-how did you find me?” your voice is much too soft and timid, something he clicks his tongue at, annoyance slightly bubbling underneath his skin. maybe it’s because he hasn’t seen you in so long, or maybe it’s because he’s much too taken by your beauty — something he tried to forget but was wholly unsuccessful.

he doesn’t spare you another glance as he hangs up his coat, doesn’t bother asking for permission before he rummages through the cabinets in your kitchen to pour himself a drink, and doesn’t think anything of his overly familiar actions in a home that doesn’t belong to him when he makes himself comfortable on one of the plush armchairs in the living room.

you scurry after him, steps soft and hurried, the smoke from his cigar wafting towards you the closer you get. he tilts his head back and exhales deeply, eyes closed as he blows smoke above him — a heady, intoxicating scent that triggers memories of the nights you spent with him before.

not that it matters, but crocodile’s nerves got the best of him before he arrived; he hasn’t seen you in two and a half years, and he always wondered if someone finally snatched you up. he told himself, a long time ago, that he would wreck whatever relationship you found yourself in anyway, but the uncertainty still lingered.

do you still care for him like you claimed you always would?

it’s a question he refuses to ask you because he’s convinced that the answer will ruin his plans no matter what your response is.

when you finally snap out of that momentary stupor, you stand in front of him, eyes glossy, as if you’re holding back years’ worth of tears. but somehow, you both fall back into the same routine you swore you’d never go back to — you straddle his lap, shorts riding up your plush thighs, his golden hook cold as he uses it to lift your chin up.

you remind yourself to keep focused, to not fall for his charm again. you don’t tell him that you’ve stayed single this whole time, mostly because everyone who came into your life after him didn’t compare.

“i hate the smell of smoke,” you declare boldly, voice strained, and maybe a little needy — even though you closely press yourself to him, even though you’re shamelessly rubbing yourself against him with slow, deliberate rolls of your hips. an inescapable, irritating heat passes through him, threatening to burn him alive; already his cock gets stiff when you move on him like that. if he had a bit more sense in him, he’d just leave right now.

but old habits die hard, and for some reason, your presence alone throws him off completely.

in a good way. even though he claims otherwise.

he reminds himself that he’s only here to talk as he runs his large hand along your thigh, admiring the smoothness of your skin — the sensation oddly calming to him. the feel of his rings along the back of your thigh triggers a vivid memory that makes you inhale sharply — you remember that the last time you saw him, you were on your knees and gagging on his cock. that night he fucked you like he knew he’d never see you again; you remember how you felt like melting into him every time he buried his cock deeply in your cunt.

you want to hate him all over and never think about him again.

except you can’t, can you?

there’s a brief pause before he takes another drag from his cigar; and when he lets the silence hang for longer than necessary, you find it hard to breathe.

“and i hate liars,” crocodile says finally, conveniently forgetting that he’s a notorious liar himself. you blush and turn your face at the hidden meaning behind his words — a poor attempt to deny it — but when you look back at him, he blows smoke above your head and fixes you with a pointed look.

an absurd thought occurs, making you curl your fingers as you tug on his shirt and finally question his reappearance. jealousy coils itself tightly around your legs, making your movements sluggish and ineffective. unbecoming, utterly childish, and unavoidable — but you know he won’t listen to that sort of rhetoric. not after being away from you for so long.

you lick your lips and muster enough courage to say, “i wrote to you.” several times, in fact. you figured he was either dead or didn’t want to speak to you. a part of him wants to ask if you’re serious, but from your demure demeanor, he already knows the answer.

crocodile lets out a humorless, pitying laugh.

“it must be nice to live in delusion,” he says bitterly. you look at him, confusion evident in the way you press your lips together as your brows slope down slowly — so he just sighs, defeated by your genuine naivety that he finds terribly charming. when he drags the curve of his golden hook along your jaw, your starts beating faster than necessary, the noise so loud you can barely think straight.

he knows that when he talks to you, he has to… mind how he phrases things, and while it annoys him, he does it anyway. “do you think impel down just allows former warlords the luxury of personal mail?” it’s a rhetorical question, but you shake your head no anyway, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you grab onto his shirt again.

guilt has a nasty habit of making him more considerate than he’d care to be, especially if that guilt comes from you. it has him putting out his cigar and tossing it onto the floor; he’s not sure who kisses who first, but his lips slant against yours and move with familiarity.

your soft whimpers are a honeyed, melodic experience; they wrap around him possessively, driving him to tear through your clothes with his hook, shredding the fabric into large, unusable pieces that languidly slide off your body. a flush settles on your skin, making you feel lightheaded — each kiss more electrifying than the last as he licks inside of your mouth, tongue stroking against yours hotly.

crocodile pulls away suddenly, already feeling like the control he’s kept is practically nonexistent because your mouth is much sweeter than he remembers. your fingers tremble slightly and a breathy moan tumbles out of you when he slaps your ass hard.

the impact is a surprise — one that has you whine pitifully, arousal dripping from your slit in a way that should be embarrassing, but you’re too far gone to care. a lust-induced haze circles around him, nearly clouding his vision as you unbutton his shirt, fingers roaming against his stomach, exploring the dips and grooves between his abs. your touch is much too gentle for a man like him; he knows you deserve better, but he’s too selfish to tell you that. his cock is stiff and heavy in his pants; you relieve that ache as soon as you tug his zipper down and wrap your soft hands around him.

he watches you, amused at your focus and determination when you stroke him faster; and while he’d like to take his time with you, he doesn’t have that luxury tonight. he grabs onto your wrist, halting your movements quickly before biting your lower lip and kissing you greedily; it’s all-consuming, scalding, and possessive.

you should ask him why he’s kissing you like that when he has no intention of staying, but you know it would be an unfair question given his circumstances.

still, your curiosity eats you alive, although not for long.

he lifts you with ease and you sink down onto his thick cock, pussy tight and warm. part of what kept him sane while he was in prison was thinking of you and how much he missed being with you like this — another truth he refuses to reveal, deciding to suffer through the consequences of another failed confession on his part.

you scratch at the skin on the back of his neck the moment he bucks his hips against yours, burying most of his cock inside of you. his thrusts are quick and brutal; you do your best to match his movements, moaning loudly as he wraps an arm around you. he kisses down the length of your neck, teeth grazing your skin roughly as he bites and sucks on your skin harshly. you know there’ll be bruises and marks in the morning, but you don’t care.

all you care about is enjoying this moment with him, one that you’ll commit to memory forever.

his name comes out of your mouth sweetly, like a rhythmic and lyrical poem you crafted for him specifically. he shouldn’t care about any of that, but he can’t stop himself; and maybe he’s just tired of denying it. he tells himself that when he fucks you harder, breasts bouncing and rubbing against his hard chest; he tells himself that when he angles his hips, thrusts frenzied and powerful.

sweat glides down your skin and the heat threatens to suffocate you, both of you are panting and moaning in between kisses. you doubt your poor little heart can take much more of this, but you power through anyway. and maybe it’s because you’re tugging on his hair roughly, almost impatiently, but he takes that as a challenge, holding you steady as his cock bullies into your wet cunt. between the lewd, squelching sounds coming from your pussy and the way he simply can’t stop kissing you — like there’s a thirst he can’t seem to quench, no matter how many times he fucks you — a warmth spreads through your chest.

unbeknownst to you, though, he’s going through something similar; he realizes, belatedly, that he might not be able to let you go after this. impossible thoughts pummel through his mind, ones that he desperately tries to shove aside. intimacy and vulnerability are deadly, in his opinion, but he decides to make an exception for you — and only you.

you cum unexpectedly, hips bucking against his wildly, pussy clenching around his thick girth without remorse. you actually feel your heart skip a beat, like you’re in some romance novel, when he calls out your name — his own orgasm finding him shortly after, thrusts slowing, his cum thick and hot as it spills inside of you.

your legs turn to jelly, making it impossible to move right away, so you slump against him weakly and take deep breaths to calm yourself. he closes his eyes briefly and runs his hand up and down your back; here’s another opportune moment to say something, to say anything, but he swallows back the words, instead opting to kiss your forehead softly.

“you’re an impossible man,” you say with a sigh, blinking as you look up at him; he raises a brow at that, but doesn’t offer a rebuttal. “don’t break my heart.” you jab a finger at his chest, but your features soften when he chuckles at your demand.

another long silence follows, before crocodile speaks again, voice low, but certain as he says, “alright, i won’t.”

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bunnakit · 7 months ago

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my stand in ep 4 thoughts, feelings, etc

WOW WA WE WAA THAT SURE WAS AN EPISODE HUH - happy to report i went back through the episode slowly this week and took notes and really tried to gather everything i wanted to say (but i will inevitably forget something)

🌸 ok disclaimers because i have a lot of them for this particular episode 🌸

i'm just a silly guy on the internet, i'm not an expert in mental health, psychology, body language, whatever. most days i can't even take care of myself. i'm just saying things recreationally.

PLEASE do not put novel spoilers in my replies, reblogs, or tags without a warning notice. i've got an itchy blocking finger for it these days.

i am treating ming and joe and everyone involved in this show as if they were real life human beings. ming was not born some mustache twirling villain sent from hell to make joe miserable. joe is not some pure angel descended from the clouds to do no wrong. everyone in this show exhibits very human behavior and that can be distressing under certain circumstances. i'm just going to comment on them as humans. i'm not interested in a round table discussion on why a character is irredeemable, the scum of the earth, etc. i'm just putting my thoughts out there and you can take them or leave them.

🌸 alright yucky disclaimer time over 🌸

the episode really just picks us back up where everything left off - and yet joe still made ming breakfast, and ming isn't stupid (well right now at least,) he knows something is off.

i am confused why tong needs to get married on this specific day. and like bro how fast are you getting married? relax. the whole thing is just unstoppable force (trajectory of this producers career) meets immovable object (tong's fuckass stubbornness) and the collateral damage is massive.

and then there's the question of did joe ever want to play a lead? or did he let his impulsiveness and hurt put a target on his back? (only emphasized by the fact that everyone assumed joe would turn down the role)

i DO apologize for all my doubt surrounding wut. he, ja, and may are the only people in this show with any god damn sense. maybe jojo and yim. we'll see.

getting into the confrontation at joe's work, i really don't think it's that surprising when we keep in mind ming genuinely has no fucking clue what is going on. all he knows is joe woke up, was acting weird, didn't come home, and then told him to pack up his shit and leave with ZERO explanation. like, joe's completely in the right, but i'd also be confused as fuck. (i wouldn't go to someone's work about it but, y'know, we know ming acts in extremes.)

and to me this is where it really became obvious that joe has always been able to overpower ming, to get away from him, as we have seen joe's physical prowess, we've seen what he's capable of, but he never uses his body to move ming away from him - that's not who joe is, he's not someone that would put his hands on another person like that. it's just another way ming and joe are the direct antithesis of each other.

it's my thought that the argument escalates because ming is used to getting everything he wants - except for tong, and now joe. when joe begins to push him away and deny him his substitution for tong i think ming lashes out in his hurt with a thought of "it's happening again, why doesn't anyone want me?"

i will say while i do believe sol has good intentions for the most part his white knighting is getting a little irksome. while convenient, it just shows how much he's still hovering and laying in wait for a chance with joe - he, too, is not respecting joe's wishes. no is a complete sentence, sol.

and then things continue back at home and joe finally, finally throws ming's words back at him: if i'm so terrible to be with, if you're so great, why are you wasting your time with me?

and ming doesn't have an answer. what ming DOES have is another back embrace, arms wrapped around joe as he asks "don't you love me anymore?" but is he asking joe or tong?

"although i'm not as good as tong" even now joe's rampant self worth issues are still at play but at least he finally knows he's worth more than whatever this is.

then the phone rings and to me, ming looks skittish. he looks shaken. he's never seen joe so angry and he's scared and as the call progresses that fear morphs into rage when sol calls joe. and the thing is, regardless of who played the main role, ming was never going to be happy. it was either going to be joe or tong playing opposite sol and neither of those things would have been acceptable.

and then i said, out loud, in my quiet office: OH! and promptly lost my shit in the group chat.

ming doesn't look wholly present after his act of violence. his face is vacant, like he isn't completely seeing or grasping what he's just done. i get the impression that ming isn't mentally well; stress and fear and anger have a way of making people do really fucking stupid things and as these things happen you risk falling into the sunk cost fallacy - you've already gone this far, you can't stop now - which all aligns with the obsessive behavior we've seen from ming in the past.

as joe wakes up and they talk once again joe doesn't blame ming, he blames himself for not seeing the writing on the walls even though it was written in invisible ink.

"all these times we were together did you ever love me?"

"you can't tell?"

again, so much of the blame and emotional responsibility of their situationship is put on joe and ming refuses to communicate any of his feelings, perhaps because he doesn't know how to after repressing everything for so long.

WE DIDN'T GET HOT KINKY CHAINED UP SEX THOUGH, WHY DOES GOD HATE ME SPECIFICALLY

but the way joe looks at ming as they linger there in the wake of joe's request looks like a goodbye, the way his eyes soak in every detail of ming's face. despite all of this and the nightmare it has turned into he did love ming, perhaps still does, and he does have some of those good memories he was so desperate to keep.

though like.. joe.... maybe we could consider a different career path??? instead of just jumping to risking our lives? like sure food service sucks, cashiering sucks, etc. but you aren't in danger of falling off any cliffs, you know? and let's be real, he could just go into modeling with those looks.

it's my impression that when ming calls joe he looks haggard, like he's lost numerous nights of sleep (and we really don't know how much time has passed) but either way it does seem like he's at least done some amount of reflecting. his voice comes across soft, subdued, and sincere.

and after everything, back in the present, we see ming. he's still in the apartment, desperately calling joe's name all these years later, still unable to sleep and waiting for joe to come home just like he asked him to years ago.

maybe ming never wanted to enter the entertainment industry before, but he has now. perhaps it was never for the attention or the money, maybe he chose to promote those watches because it was a reminder of the gift from joe. and maybe this job, in this specific industry, is the closest he can feel to joe now. and maybe with new influence and connections ming can find out why he was never able to tell joe he loved him before he lost him.

WHO KNOWS, NOT ME, CAN'T WAIT TO FIND OUT THO

#oat meta #my stand in #my stand in the series #usersasa #clairedaring #i can never find a good place to mention it but in like ep 1 ming knows how joe takes his coffee #after just like 1 day with him so like ming IS paying attention and DOES care for joe #as we see reinforced with his little gifts and the way he went shopping with him and stuff #the things ming does to show his love and care are very blink and you'll miss it #and it's hard for me to squeeze in my thoughts on that between everything else going on

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jaesqueso · 1 year ago

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Double Trouble: Greedy (m)

pairing: co-worker!johnny x fem!reader x co-worker!jaehyun

summary: jaehyun gets greedy and johnny teaches him a lesson

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

word count: 1,621

warnings: dub-con (but it's all consensual I promise!), fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex

a/n: it's been a long time coming but finally the third part is out! as always this can be read as a stand alone fic, but more fun if you're into the whole story ;) I have more ventures planned for this trio so let me know if you'd like to read that, hope y'all like it! ❤︎ not proof read

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

As soon as you get home you change into some comfortable clothes. Johnny and Jaehyun will be dropping by later but you still have time so you turn on the TV and relax on the couch. Not long later the doorbell rings. The guys have a key to your apartment, so it can’t be them and you’re not expecting anyone else, so you curiously get up and go open the door.

“Jaehyun?”

“That’s me.” Leaning against the door frame, there he is with a smirk.

“Why did you ring? Don’t you have a key?” You ask looking behind him. “Where’s Johnny?”

“He has the key and had some stuff to do so I thought I would just come earlier.” He explains. “Is that ok?”

“Oh, yes, of course! Come in.” You step to the side and close the door behind him.

“What are you watching?” Looking at the TV he takes a sit in the living room.

“Just some trash TV show.” You shrug, settling next to him.

“Everybody always talks shit about those shows, but we all love to watch them.” You both chuckle.

“That’s true, they’re so bad it’s enjoyable.” You add.

“A true guilty pleasure.” Your laughs fade as you feel Jaehyun’s hand on your exposed thigh, slowly moving upwards.

“R-Right…” Stuttering you re-adjust your position but his hand doesn’t leave your skin.

You can feel his eyes on you and are unable to resist looking at him too. The distance becomes smaller and smaller until his lips join yours. His body gently presses agains yours until your laying down with him on top of you, the kiss getting heated.

“Jaehyun, wait…” You try to push him away but he only takes his mouth down your neck. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Johnny-”

“He’ll join us later.” He mutters against your skin. “Just relax.”

As his hands rummage all around your body, you’re getting hot but also guilty. When the three of you decided to have casual sex ventures you made a promise to always be the three of you, not just two without the other. Which is exactly what Jaehyun is aiming for right now, and as much as you know it’s wrong and you want to push him away, you can’t deny how good it feels to have him all over you.

“Am interrupting something?” Your head instantly turns at the sound of Johnny’s voice.

On the couch, you and Jaehyun were so distracted you didn’t hear Johnny coming in and catching you. Finally you have the strength to push the boy on top of you away and quickly get up, fixing your clothes that were still on be very much out of place.

“This is not what you think, we-” You try to explain.

“So you two were not getting it on without me?” Johnny interrupts with a very calm voice to your surprise. “I thought we had an agreement.”

“Dude, chill.” Jaehyun says, still sitting on the couch like nothing happened. “We were just warming up as we waited for you.”

“I don’t recall that being part of the rules.” Johnny starts waking towards the couch and you back up unsure of what he’s going to do.

“C’mon man, it’s not a big deal.” Jaehyun gets up, still very relaxed as Johnny approaches him.

“Well it is a big deal.” You gasp as Johnny’s hand steadily wraps around Jaehyun’s neck. “And maybe it’s time for you to see what happens to bad boys who don’t follow the rules.”

Attentively you watch as Johnny guides the other to the armchair that faces the couch, forcing him to sit down, neck still in his hold. You try to understand what’s going through Jaehyun’s mind because his face almost feels like he’s enjoying the older’s dominance.

“Because you were so greedy, now you’re going to sit here like a good boy and just watch. No getting up, no touching yourself. Understood?” Submissively Jaehyun nods as Johnny releases him.

Turning around, the older now faces you with a nasty smirk that makes your knees tremble as you wonder what’s coming your way.

“As for you…” He looks you up and down with hungry eyes. “Take off your shirt and sit on the couch.”

Without thinking twice you obey, the action leaving you naked from the waist up. Johnny makes his way over, kneeling down, but careful not to block Jaehyun’s view. Pushing your legs apart he runs two fingers through your clothed pussy, his eyebrow raising as he can already feel how wet your are. Slowly he pulls the remaining clothes off your body.

“She’s warmed up alright.” Grabbing your soaked panties, he throws them at Jaehyun who doesn’t move an inch just like he was told.

This time, Johnny spreads your legs even further apart, leaving you on full display for both of them. His fingers get back to your now naked core, rubbing against your clit as your head falls back.

“No, no. Look at him.” He pulls your head up, making you face Jaehyun. “Everything that’s about to happen it’s his fault.”

Without a warning, those two fingers that rubbed circles on your clit make their way up inside you leaving you gasping as they smoothly slid in through all your wetness. Moving in and out, Johnny makes sure his digits rub right on that precious place inside you, making your breathing speed up as soft moans escape your lips.

Not long after, Johnny’s mouth joins the party, making your moans get louder and your hands grip on the pillows next to you. The nasty sounds of your juices fill in the room and through half lidded eyes you see Jaehyun struggling to stay in place as his pants get tighter on the crotch area.

When Johnny feels you’re getting closer to your orgasm, of course he’s not giving you the pleasure just yet, se he completely removes him self from you to sit by your side.

“My turn.” He claims, freeing his half hard dick.

Getting the hint, you get on your knees now, between his legs, grabbing his length and pumping it slowly as you spit on the tip.

“Ass up, sweetie. I want Jaehyun to take a good look at what he’s missing for being a greedy bastard.” Johnny winks at the other boy who’s still behaving.

You get on all fours, giving Jaehyun a good view of your pussy as your finally take Johnny’s cock in your mouth. Moving all the way down until your nose touches the base, you can hear him groaning as his hands gently push your hair out of the way.

You’ve always enjoyed Johnny’s taste, but knowing Jaehyun is watching right behind you is getting you extra hot. Combine that to the fact that you just got edged moments ago, you just really want to get your hand between your legs and give yourself what you need. But you won’t do that because who knows how you’d get punished for that.

Feeling his dick grow inside of your mouth, you swallow the pre-cum, twirling your tongue around his girth as you bob your head faster. You can’t wait to fill him inside you and luckily your prayers are heard.

“Get up.” Johnny helps you, turning you around to face Jaehyun.

Lowering your down, he rubs his tip between your folds before aligning himself in your entrance and finally entering your tight hole. Your lips part as his length stretches you until he’s fully inside, staying there for a second before he guides your hips up and then back down.

Getting used to the feeling, you start moving yourself on his lap as you watch the way Jaehyun licks his lips at the view. Sensing your orgasm build up again, you lay your back against Johnny’s chest and his hands cup your breast, massaging them.

Your moves get sloppy as you get closer to your high and you can now feel the boy under you bucking his hips to meet yours, increasing the friction. Right as you’re about to cum, Johnny’s arms wrap under your knees, pulling them up and apart, allowing Jaehyun to see the others dick disappear and re appear from inside you. Not able to hold it in anymore, you finally let get go, body trembling under Johnny’s hold as he keeps thrusting into you.

“That’s it, good girl.” He praises you, slowing down his movements as you ride off your high.

Once he feels you relax again, he manhandles your body so that your kneeling on the cushion with your elbows resting on the back of the couch. Standing behind you, you feel his cock get back inside you, not taking any time to pick up his pace.

By now you’re in sub space, completely succumbing to Johnny’s will. And now he focuses on chasing his own orgasm, while Jaehyun keeps watching, hangs gripping on his pants as he desperately needs to be touched too.

Johnny’s hips start to loose control as he thrust faster and faster until he he stops, deep inside you, shooting his warm seed with a grunt. Involuntarily, you clench around his length squeezing every drop of cum into you. Once he comes down his high, he slowly pulls out and you can feel his juices starting to drip out of your hole.

“See that, Jaehyun?” He admires it, rubbing it around your folds. “So beautiful.”

Johnny looks back when the younger one lets out a whine, not able to hide his despair anymore.

“You feel like you deserve to have your turn now?” Johnny cockily asks.

“P-Please…” Jaehyun pleas.

“Well, since you were such a good boy and asked so nicely…” Johnny teases. ”Come here.”

“Oh, thank god!”

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

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#neohub #johnny smut #jaehyun smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut

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zel-zo · 2 years ago

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Hey so you know how in the Izuru-Fuyuhiko conversation, Izuru assumes Fuyuhiko intends to use Izuru for his talents? And Fuyuhiko refutes that like right away. Based on the recent art you made, do you have any thoughts on Izuru making himself useful (as a meat shield apparently) anyway? Izuru usefulness complex vs. Fuyuhiko 'people arent tools' complex or something like that? Sorry if this is a strange ask to get out of the blue haha I am interested in the narrative.

Ok so this is a FANTASTIC question and it took all my restraint not to send back an entire essay lmao💛💛💛 (correction^ I wrote 544 words of this so, maybe a LITTLE bit of an essay)

So, here are my thoughts on Izuru and Fuyuhiko's potential relationship in DRS:US:

I feel like the reason that Izuru may in fact stay with Fuyuhiko in this scenario (I mean, he outright says that if he were told to be free without orders he would probably just disappear overseas and cut contact,) is Fuyuhuko’s resolve not to use Izuru for his talents. I think that, in one way or another, this wont sit right with Izuru, who can easily reason out the fact that he’s a passive force until acted upon, and if acted upon (or used) for the good of humanity, that would have an overall better net benefit to the world than valuing his independence and letting his talents go to waste. As little as Izuru seems to care about anything, the thought process behind letting him do whatever he wants and not like, idk, make him cure cancer, is an absolutely atrocious error in judgement and has to be the fault of some under-developed moral code of Fuyuhuko’s. I think this intrigue is part of why Izuru would want to stay with Fuyuhuko: to see how long it will take for Fuyu, given ample opportunity, to abandon his personal code and start using Izuru (weather for humanity’s benefit or his own).

Note: I also think this is why Izuru would “make himself useful” (like the meat shield incident). By showing how much he could benefit Fuyuhiko when his talents are used, he’s subtly testing his resolve to keep refraining from doing so.

On the FLIP side we have Fuyuhiko, who’s honestly got a point. He’s definitely not thinking of it in the same big moral strokes that Izuru is, but he is thinking of the basic gist of it: What should you value more, a person’s freedom or the good they can do? In his (learned) opinion, the value a person’s life has and the potential they have for good aren’t exclusive, but that person needs to do the good on their own for it to have meaning. His relationship with Peko comes to mind hard here as someone who has been given a role and carried it out perfectly, denying their own free will in the process. Fuyu doesn’t go through the same lesson in the same way as DR2, but it’s clear that he’s coming to similar conclusions about valuing Peko’s free will in their DRUS interactions. I feel like, similarly, Fuyu would just want Izuru to start giving a damn about being used by people and stop treating himself like a means to an end.

So, does this turn into a genuine friendship? Something more?... Maybe??? I see a lot of interpretations of Izuru’s character were he’s an unfeeling machine, which I personally really dislike. I mean, the man has enough emotion to be bored by being unable to be surprised by anything anymore. He does Cry, even if he doesn’t know why. In my eyes, Izuru is mentally incredibly developed, but emotionally underdeveloped because of his emphasis on learning and usefulness since his ‘creation’. So, these two’s relationship is both ambiguous and up for interpretation, but I do think it has room for Izuru to come to understand Fuyuhuko’s thinking and maybe even start caring for him eventually. Honestly it’s all up to your personal interpretation of Izuru’s character!

But yea, those are just my thoughts! Let me know Your own interpretation!! I love these characters and always wanna hear other people's thoughts on them!!! 💛

#fuyuhiko kuzuryu #sdr2 #drsusc #danganronpa s ultimate summer camp #izuru kamukura #Ask #Ask zel-zo #zel-zo #danganronpa #spoilers #possible spoilers #anon #izuru kamakura x fuyuhiko kuzuryu #Feel like i have to tag this every time I post about these two but INTERPRET HOW YOU WANT!!!#Ship or no ship or generally abiguous #We stan all kinds of relationships in this household #I need to see more people talking about these two so feel free to flood my ask or the notes with your own thoughts

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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year ago

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ok so hear me out: i think steve would be a huge fan of oingo boingo. maybe robin introduced him or maybe eddie who knows point is steve is like really obsessed with them, and if anyone (but robin) asks he always just says he likes the music, thinks it’s fun or whatever but in reality? in reality he thinks danny elfman is hot. and like only robin knows and she just keeps having to bite her tongue from mentioning that steve so clearly has a type (weird bizarre punk musicians that give off big nerd vibes) anyway maybe robin finally points it out and steve denies it hard and just keeps saying that they don’t look that much alike and robin can kinda agree in some ways (mostly different hair) but in some ways steve is also just wrong (big eyes, same build, same energy) but either way it did the damage because now steve can’t like stop thinking about it and maybe eddie convinces corroded to cover one of their heavier songs (maybe grey matter or insects) to impress steve (because he’s so gone for that man) and steve kinda just like has no choice but to date eddie

Okay I won't lie, I was today years old when I realized Oingo Boingo was Danny Elfman's band. I was also today years old when I realized that despite knowing OF them, I apparently didn't know any of their songs well enough to do this. So I am just a major disappointment all around today, but I did something! Hopefully this something is good enough to pass the test! - Mickala ❤️

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It wasn’t the first time Robin caught Steve dancing to them. She’d waited for the song to change last time before walking fully into the room, but this time, she couldn’t wait.

“Oingo Boingo, Steve? Really?”

Steve jumped and quickly shut off the boombox playing a tape that he owned.

“Robin! When did you get here?”

She smirked at him being flustered, and was that…embarrassment?

“Oh, relax. I already knew you listened to some of their music,” she said as she stood next to him, reaching down to grab a cookie from the cooling tray he was placing them on. “I may not understand it completely, but I have my suspicions.”

“It’s just fun! Easy to dance to, ya know?” he sounded like he was trying to convince himself of this as much as Robin.

“Uh huh. Definitely nothing to do with how similar a certain dingus looks to Danny Elfman. That can’t be a reason.”

She smirked as Steve flushed bright red and turned away from her to pretend like he was busy.

“It’s not a reason. They don’t even look that similar,” he insisted.

“Suuuuure. These are good, by the way,” she pointed at the cookies with her mouth full of the last bite of the one she’d already stolen.

“Thanks. Mrs. Henderson’s recipe. Dustin wanted some and she’s been busy with work so I thought I’d make them for Hellfire tonight,” he shrugged.

“Always taking care of your kids, huh?”

“Did you come by just to annoy me?”

Robin rolled her eyes, jumping up to sit on the counter and watch Steve put the next batch of cookie dough into the oven.

“No, that was just a bonus.”

“So? Why’re you here?”

“Vickie and I have a date tonight. I need to borrow a sweater,” Robin sighed.

“You have sweaters.”

“But none as nice as yours! C’mon, Steve! I promise I will wash it and bring it back to you by this weekend. It’s not like you’re using it for a date.”

“Ouch,” Steve said, throwing his hand to his chest dramatically. “Fine. But not the yellow one. I am wearing it for Hellfire.”

Robin raised her brows, but didn’t comment, jumping off the counter and kissing his cheek before running upstairs.

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“Sorry to be so early!” Eddie yelled into Steve’s house as he opened the front door.

The music was loud, so he realized Steve probably didn’t hear him.

If he didn’t want a nail bat to the head, he needed to be careful and not scare him.

He set his bag down by the couch for now, walking towards the stairs to go to where the music was coming from.

He stood in the doorway of Steve’s room, smiling to himself as he watched Steve dance around his room while he got ready.

He was shirtless, and his belt wasn’t done, his hair was still a little wet from a shower, and Eddie was going to start drooling.

He snapped himself out of it when he realized what Steve was listening to.

“Didn’t really take you for an Oingo Boingo fan, Stevie,” Eddie said just loud enough to be heard over the music.

Steve almost tripped over his own feet, barely catching himself on the corner of the dresser.

“Eddie! You’re early!” Steve tried to look casual, crossing his arms over his bare chest.

“Yeah, sorry. Just wanted to be all set up and make sure you didn’t need help with something,” he said, genuinely apologetic for scaring him.

“Oh,” Steve seemed to relax and walked over to the stereo playing the music, turning it off instead of turning it down. “If you wanna go set up, I’ll be down in a few.”

“You good? I really didn’t mean to scare you,” Eddie said, coming into the room a bit, big eyes looking up at Steve from under his lashes.

“I’m good, yeah,” Steve said, small pink tint dusting his cheeks as he looked down at the sweater on his bed.

“Good. Like that sweater on you, by the way,” Eddie winked before turning and leaving the room.

He pretended to ignore Steve’s groan and the immediate sound of someone falling onto their bed.

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Hellfire went longer than usual that night, but Steve didn’t really mind.

It’s not like he had any other plans, and he liked having the house full.

That’s why he had the kids over for movie nights once a week, why he invited Robin to stay with him when they had closing shifts together, why he even offered his home as the new meeting place for Hellfire Club in the first place.

Everyone stayed to help clean up a bit, but Eddie was very protective of his things, so they all slowly scattered after bringing trash and empty plates to the kitchen for Steve to handle.

Eventually, Steve walked to the dining room to check on Eddie’s progress, and froze when he saw him looking at the new poster he’d gotten.

“So you’re not just a casual fan then?” Eddie smirked, like he was teasing.

It wasn’t the first time he teased Steve about his music taste, but it was definitely the first time Steve didn’t blame him for it.

“I mean, they’re just different. I like different sometimes,” Steve shrugged.

Eddie put the poster back in the corner where Steve had hidden it among a few other items he’d picked up while shopping earlier that week.

“You do?” he asked, more serious than this conversation probably needed to be.

“Yeah. Robin told me I need more things that make me happy for me, and they’re one of them.”

Eddie nodded, couldn’t help but feel a little proud that Steve was actually listening to advice and actually accepting that he deserved to enjoy things just for him.

“Good. Then enjoy them. I’m not judging, just surprised,” Eddie clarified.

“Okay,” Steve said with a small smile.

“Okay,” Eddie smiled back.

—------------------------------------------

The stage was bright, brighter than usual.

Or maybe Steve just was getting the start of a migraine.

Or maybe Robin was right and Eddie just lit up his world in different ways.

It was hard to say, but it was certainly easy to watch Eddie be a star on stage.

He was always flashy, always bigger than life, but on stage, it was more.

“Hey, you good?” Robin nudged him from her spot in the corner of the booth. She was hiding from the bartender who tried flirting with her for the last two trips to the bar.

“Yep,” he replied with a smile.

“Alright! Next up is a new one for us. It’s a cover of a song by a band that may be a joke to a lot of you, but it’s kind of a favorite of someone really important to me. Hope you don’t mind that I made it metal, Stevie,” Eddie smirked towards the corner where he was sitting.

Steve’s stomach flipped as he heard the intro guitar.

“Wow, Eddie loves you so bad,” Robin teased.

“Shut up, Robin,” Steve said, waving his hand at her, unable to look away from where Eddie was singing his favorite song.

He was mesmerized, and despite the more metal sounds Corroded Coffin performed it with, he loved it.

“That was Grey Matter by Oingo Boingo, performed by your favorite local shitheads, Corroded Coffin. Goodnight!”

The stage lights went off, and the crowd cheered.

It wasn’t a big crowd, it never was, but it grew every week they performed, and tonight was definitely the biggest crowd they’d had yet.

He could see the shadows of the band moving to break down their equipment and instruments, but surprisingly, Eddie’s shadow was missing.

“That sure seemed like an act of love,” Robin teased, kicking his foot under the table.

“He was just being nice. He wants me to keep liking what I like,” Steve tried to sound convincing, but even he could recognize that it was more than just a friendly thing to do.

“I do.”

Steve turned quickly, Eddie’s fond smile looking back at him from much closer than he was expecting.

“Eds!” Steve jumped up and threw his arms around his neck in a tight hug. “Can’t believe you covered my favorite song! It was great.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asked, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist and relaxing against him. “It was good?”

He could just barely see Robin rolling her eyes in her seat, sipping on some fruity drink that the bartender probably only made her because he wanted to fuck her.

Steve pulled back a little, but kept his arms around Eddie’s neck.

He’d only had one beer, but he suddenly felt drunk off of the smell of Eddie’s cologne and sweat so close to him.

The room blurred away, and Steve realized there was no reason for him to not take a chance.

Eddie covered his favorite song by a band he didn’t even like, made him feel seen and understood with something he hid from everyone except Robin, was leaving his band to clean up without him to come over and see how he did.

“I’m gonna kiss you,” Steve breathed out, ignoring Robin’s groan of ‘finally.’

“Because of the song?” Eddie gulped.

“Because of you.”

Steve had kissed a lot of people in his lifetime, probably more than the average 20 year old, even.

Not a single one of them could compare to the way his lips fit against Eddie’s, to the way Eddie’s hands squeezed his hips before deepening the kiss, to the way his tongue licked along his bottom lip hungrily, testing how much Steve wanted to try to get away with in public.

Hawkins may not be very safe for them, but this bar was. The owner didn’t tolerate any kind of bullying or harassment, and anyone who dared try to fight would be permanently banned.

Steve couldn’t help the little whimper he let out when Eddie’s thigh rubbed just right against the front of his jeans, where he couldn’t hide the fact that he was half-hard.

“Might wanna take this to the bathroom,” Robin told them.

Eddie pulled away, leaving them both breathless, panting in the space between their lips.

“Home?” Steve asked.

“Dingus! You’re my ride!” Robin exclaimed.

“Ride home with Jeff, he’s got my van,” Eddie said without turning around.

“Ride home in your van with people I barely know? Are you insane?” Robin sounded mad, but Steve kind of didn’t care.

“I trust them,” Steve said, still looking at the way Eddie’s eyes were shining in the low light of the bar.

“Great. When I get left on the side of the road for dead, you can tell my parents that you trusted them. That’ll go well.”

“Robbie, I promise you’ll be fine,” he said, pulling away to look at her with an annoyed face. “Please.”

She sighed and stomped her foot.

“Fine. But only because you’ve wanted this so long and if I have to hear one more thing about how Eddie’s curls bounce when he gets excited during Hellfire, I will stab myself with the nearest dull object,” she said before walking away.

“You talk about my curls bouncing?” Eddie teased.

“She’s dramatic. I may have mentioned it in passing one time.”

“Uh huh.” Eddie gave him a quick peck on the lips. “So, wanna explain the Oingo Boingo thing or did I just do something really dramatic over a band that you don’t actually like that much?”

“No, I do love them,” Steve laughed. “Robin said it’s because Danny reminds me of you, which is stupid because he doesn't and I wouldn’t even like a band just because of that when you’re in a band already.”

Eddie’s brows raised as he tried to explain.

“And also, he doesn’t even look like you that much. I guess maybe the eyes a little, and he’s pretty energetic or whatever, and like really talented, but. But that’s it!”

“That’s it?”

“Yes!”

“Oh my god, I love you so much,” Eddie laughed.

Steve froze.

“What?”

Eddie paled when he realized what he said, his eyes wide as his heart started racing in his chest.

“I. I didn’t mean to say that.”

Steve tried not to let the pain show on his face, the hope immediately exiting his body in a rush.

“Oh. Right.”

Steve let his arms drop to his sides, bit his lip to hold back the impending tears.

“No, not like that! Wait. Okay. It’s not because it isn’t true, okay? I do love you. I just didn’t mean to say it like that. Not when we just kissed for the first time,” Eddie tried to explain. “I just don’t wanna scare you off. I’ve never loved anyone before and I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Steve gave his cheek a kiss, smiling as he realized that Eddie may actually have him beat on being a bit clingy.

“I won’t be scared off. I love you,” he whispered against his ear.

“You don’t have to say it just because I did.”

Steve kissed his neck and pulled away to look at him.

“I’m saying it because I do. And maybe I’m hoping you’ll cover more Oingo Boingo songs,” he joked.

“My love for you knows no bounds, my king,” Eddie bowed, kissing the back of his hand. “I shall cover whatever you wish!”

Steve giggled, probably would have been embarrassed about his reaction if Eddie didn’t obviously enjoy it, smiling up at him.

“So you’ll do Careless Whisper next?”

“My love knows one bound,” Eddie grimaced.

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