#okay i tHINK I'VE ANSWERED EVERYTHING AND RESPONDED TO EVERYONE NOW

[fillinforlater]

On her jeans (Part 1 of 3)

Male Reader x Kim Minji

Length: 3128 words

Tags: backstory, sex as payment, degradation, all things blowjob: face fuck, deep throat, gagging, chocking, throat bulging, rough face sex, training, passive hand job, master/daddy kink, desperate_trainee!Minji

TW: Minji is selling herself here kinda (oh no)

Credit: @sooyadelicacies for co-writing this crazy series with me. Mad lad!

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3-

(A/N: Hey you! I know you're reading this. Get ready for your favorite girls to get defiled one-by-one. Goon or go (or something like that, sounded cooler in my head). For everyone else, have fun!)

"Huh? Minji? What are you doing here?" 

Kazuha asks, surprised to see the still-trainee on this floor of the HYBE building, knocking on an unoccupied training room that she has nothing to do with usually.

"I-I came here to ask you about something,” the younger stutters. “I heard you were personally selected for LE SSERAFIM—and that there is some backer for your success. Even th-the group's scandal went away without a hitch. 

“Who is helping you, who is he?"

"What are you talking about?" Kazuha responds, face in scrunches. 

"I know that you know, Unnie," Minji says and catches the door before Kazuha can close it again. "I need answers, please. I-I've seen their plans, this is going to blow up, we'll be a failure, HYBE's loving stock.

"I can't fail this."

Kazuha looks at the determined young girl, her face loosening up a bit, turning from trying to defend her future spot at your side from a new rival to worrying for Minji. She curls her finger and Minji enters the otherwise empty training room.

"You have some dangerous knowledge," the Japanese woman then says. "Asking for this—I think you have no idea what you might get into."

"Doesn’t everyone say this about the industry?" Minji responds with wit and looks at Kazuha's sweaty body in the mirror. "Everyone always shares their doubts, from the moment you start. And now we are here, ready to debut. I know I have talent, but will it be enough?"

"You really want this, Minji?"

"Yes, Unnie, more than anything."

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen. Why do you—"

"I'll give you his number." Kazuha sighs deeply, but nonetheless, her words have Minji in a delighted dance. "I'll tell him that you are good, so be good, be honest to him. I'm doing you a favor here."

"Thank you so much, Unnie!"

"But be careful: he is greedy, he wants more than you can imagine, so be ready to give him everything. And also—" 

Kazuha pinches Minji's chin, tilts it towards her piercing eyes and whispers in the most kind yet threatening voice: 

"Never try to get between him and me."

# 

"Oh my—your concept, these plans. They are fucking terrible. It's going to take a lot to salvage this, even you seem to know that, Minji." There is no need for you to hold back. If you think a plan is bad, you better tell someone before they fail. You’ve seen your fair share of bad plans, but not by HYBE and not to this extreme.

"I-I know. I tried to tell them, but the managers just shut me down.” Minji puts her arms back on her thighs. They were just dramatically cast into the air to get her point across, but the young girl saw your unimpressed gaze and quickly got professional again. “They are running us straight into a brick wall."

"I've seen many examples like this. A lot of companies think they can do no wrong, especially when a lot of time has passed since their latest failure." 

You give Minji her tablet back and rest your chin on one hand, the other tapping the giant desk before you. You are deep in thought, at least Minji should believe that. Instead you are looking into her eyes, mariana trenches of passion, hopefulness, determination. Minji has a pretty face, leadership qualities, all the skills of a superstar but most importantly, she has some thick lips that will be perfect for cock sucking. 

Okay, you are getting ahead of yourselves. The other big thing she has is the willingness to trade everything for her dream, for hope, maybe for fame too. She will give her dignity for glory—and you will make her do it right fucking now.

"This is a difficult case," you say slowly, watching her expression shift a bit, not yet gloomy but getting there. "Luckily, I and HYBE still have the time and resources to make your debut a success. People will talk about it for a long time. I can even guarantee you a music show win from the get go."

"Really? Oh my God, thank you so much, sir. You are way too kind." Minji jumps from her seat and takes a deep, formal bow. "I hope I can lay all of this in your hand?"

"You sure can, Minji, but you know this comes with a price, a hefty one at that. This cannot be solved with two phone calls and some convincing. Hell, I barely have any time." You stand up from your chair and look at the young woman, upper body still tilted but her huge eyes fixed on you, now you’re in front of her. You still dwarf her and she only now knows that she is completely outmatched and will pay up.

"I-I will give you everything, as soon as I can," she stutters. "I only need some time and, and—"

"But I need it now, Minji. Right fucking now.

"Get on your knees."

"Sir?" Minji asks, shocked. "On my knees? Do-do you want me to beg?" 

You snort. “I thought you were smarter. What did Zuha tell you exactly?” 

“H-how did you know—?”

“Minji, what you're asking for requires a complete 180. Your entire concept will have to be changed. From what I’ve heard, you need some new songs too. I have someone in mind who can spearhead your group but she's a wildcard, batshit insane really, but the right kind of crazy needed for something like this. But all of this will take a lot of fucking effort, time and money. And I need you to prove your worth, now."

Push down on Minji's shoulders until she winces and sinks to the floor. Black tiles, hard, cold and somewhat reflective. You know that for a moment all of them hesitate when seeing the rough outline of their head mirrored back to them. Are they really going to do it? Is this what they have to sell? Is it worth it? 

Those that stayed are now superstars and because Minji somehow knew about it and had the guts to look for you, there is not a single doubt in you that she will devote herself to you.

"I can make your dreams come true," you proclaim calmly, yet your words put Minji under unbearable pressure. "Fame, money, success are all guaranteed, out of question, beyond that everything is possible. When you just stay there, on your knees and open your pretty mouth—"

A zip and your semi-hard cock is released, to the absolute shock of Minji, whose mental image of her face is replaced by the first phallus she has ever seen before her eyes. 

"—I'll fulfill your desires."

Minji looks up at you and gulps. She thought the auditions and training evaluations were the final tests respectively, but now her entire career comes down to this one huge cock right in front of her. She curses the producers, the managers, those idiots at Ador—their mistakes have to be redeemed by her sucking dick and lowering to the level of a desperate whore.

Minji has no option. Idols are born from hardship and this is just another step, she believes. So her lips part a little, and when she locks eyes with you, they part a lot more. With a satisfied groan, you shove your cock deep into her throat.

"From now on, you'll call me Master. Later will be Daddy, but not until you've proven worthy. Your next few weeks will be rough, new people, new songs, new choreos." The first tears form in Minji's gorgeous eyes as gags bounce through your office. "I don't care how tired or sweaty you are, when I call you, you come to me right after practice, no excuses. You will obey every fucking wish, especially because I have so much work with you."

You drag your balls over her chin, let your cock rest at the top of her mouth and open it wide. Minji is clumsy with her teeth and with the way she tries to dodge your thrust, be it intentionally or out of fear. This is of course vastly inferior compared to a blowjob from all those second and third gen stars you've made big after giving them your big cock.

The only redeeming, already great quality, are her lips. Natural, not a talent or skill. She'd be a lot better just not moving, not thinking, a fleshlight, but how should such a young woman know?

"I assume you're smart enough to understand all this," you tell her expectantly and pull out. Minji leans forward and coughs up her saliva on your floor. You grab her hair and pull it back, get ready to spit at her, but she has wit.

"Ye-yes, Master. Excuse my incompetence, I—you're so big."

"No crying? No regrets? Well, that's more impressive than your blowjob skills. How about you clean up your incompetence?"

You take a step back and pull her face down, down by the hair, onto the tiles where her spurts of saliva lay. Minji hisses out in pain, you know she stares down angrily, shocked at how rude you are to her. She grits her teeth—

"Yes, Master, sorry, Master."

—and begins to lick the floor, slowly and only with the tip of her small tongue.

You are mildly impressed that she adjusted to her situation rather quickly. It is the sign of a prodigy in bloom. 

"I am curious, baby girl. I was informed you didn't really set out to become an idol. So why put yourself through all of this?" You muse and question her. Minji's eyes widened a little, finally shifting from their bristling anger. "Oh, I know everything about you, Kim Minji. It is my job to know and then some. So tell me: what is your ambition? What is your desire?"

"Who doesn't dream of being famous?" Minji says, determination in her eyes which she has pointed at you like sharp, pointy arrows. "I want to be a star, the idol that all my classmates, parents, grown-ups have never seen in me. I want to show them how wrong they were."

"Too bad that even after joining the great and successful HYBE, you are about to be their first blunder," you taunt her and slap her forehead with your cock. "Good thing you're ready to suck cock for some adjustments of their mistakes."

Minji puckers her lips and a bit carelessly gets your cock back onto them, spreading small licks on your cockhead. "This is nothing, I know hardship."

"Oh, 

"You call this nothing?"

You tsk and slap her face with your cock.

"You know hardship? Do tell, Minji..." You grip her head and begin to plunge into her mouth. "Hardship? We haven't even started yet. I'm not even at full size, stupid girl!" 

You see her eyes widening as tears begin to form with your rough treatment. Thinking back to Minji's words, you read her well. People doubted her—you could too. She wasn't so different from the others you've trained. All they needed was education to rely on you, devotion to you and love for you and only you.

"Make sure to keep your fucking teeth off of it," you growl while your fingers search for new ways to pull at her hair, to push her away and then slam her back down on your cock which is finally hardening at the arousal her fearful face brings. The inside of Minji's mouth grows wetter, sloppier, warmer, until suddenly—

The annoyance of her teeth returns and it stings. To start with blowjobs has both been a disaster for your pleasure but intense fuel to introduce Minji to the harsh reality that is you; you and the success that you bring. Everything she has ever wanted, you can bring her, and so she fights trough the tears and accepts that you press her flat on the floor and fuck down into her mouth like it's a pussy.

"Open wide, open wide," you repeatedly command, a hand on Minji's jaw to help her make this command come true. "You useless slut, don't waste your lips on such pathetic blowjobs. Fucking hell, when I'm done with you, you better deepthroat like a mid porn star.

"Fucking waste of my time, you stupid stupid girl. This is the standard HYBE is accepting now? Fuck, maybe we can't even blame the company for your group's future failure—it will all just be on you. If you don't fucking step it up, this is the last time you will ever contact me." 

Gaze still intensely focused on her, you pull out your cell phone and unlock it. You don’t really use it for much, except for phone calls, but this alone makes this device insanely valuable. You however don’t need to make a phone call now. You only need to show Minji one thing: your contact list.

She can see you scrolling past the names of tons of people, all in the industry. Well known producers, managers, executives, staff members, but most importantly, all highlighted by a colorful array of yellow, orange, red and pink: 

The full names of hundreds of female idols. Minji scans through the list, recognizing one Unnie after the other, from nugu second gen groups to absolute super stars.

You pull out of Minji's mouth, give her time to cough up all leftover spit and wipe her tears away. Ultimately, you help her up from the cold hard floor, the only thing still laying on the floor is her pride.

"Do you get it now?" you ask and look at her, eyebrows raised with the highest of expectations.

"Yes, Master."

"Then you know what you have to do."

"De-deepthroat like a p-porn star."

"Can you do that?"

Minji hesitates, something you cannot stand for the love of everything. You grab her hips and throw her on your desk, spin her until her head is hanging off of the table. With no further warning, because she does not deserve those anymore, you press your cock on her lips and fill more than her mouth. Minji's throat starts to visibly bulge from the massive width of your cock. 

Of course she is gagging, kicking her feet but that isn't even a flight response. There is no need for you to pin her down. She wants to stay, wants to become a good slut, a stupid girl that can suck your entire cock. Sadly, her newfound eagerness isn't rewarded with success. She needs training and stretching and so you stretch Minji's throat with lazy thrust and train her nose to accept your balls on them.

"You're so silly, but finally, we have some effort, Minji," you growl and reach into the top of her shirt. "We can work from here."

You fondle her breasts, run your hands down her soft stomach. 

"Good, I can definitely work with this. You remind me of—" 

But you pause, not wanting to divulge any advantages for her to pick up on. She looks like an absolute fuck doll as her head continues hang off the table. Even upside down, it was pretty when stuffed with your cock, your balls now touching her lips with each plunge. 

"Minji, it's not enough to deepthroat like a porn star. You'll learn to deepthroat like one of my perfect sluts, whores. Porn star is a start, but it will soon be an insult to you.”

She had no idea that her consideration as a future perfect whore meant you already took a liking to her. As of now, all she knew—no, all she could think of—was your cock and that she needed to keep her teeth off of it. It needed to fuck her throat if she wanted any chance at a great career. 

And so Minji takes it, acts like a whore who willingly gets gag induced drool over her face, then fat, filled balls on her nose and accepts the greedy hands all over her midriff. Minji always thought that she needs this tight, perfect form for the approvement of the public—now it's you who decides if her body is acceptable and ripe for a fucking. 

Your seal of approval is the frantic way you tear open her shirt, then her bra and start to knead her breasts, while her tongue movements become actually enjoyable. You thrust harder, making Minji's face pale as she struggles to get air. She looks gorgeous like that, so you slap her tummy and before the choking is too hard, you back off and pull your pants up.

"That's it for today," you say as Minji still gasps for air. "From now on, you'll be here everyday after practice."

Short silence, disbelief in her eyes. "H-huh—yes, Master."

"The door will be open. Walk in and lay down on the table, just like this. You will wait until I return or have time for you. It doesn't matter what happens, you will lay there until I am finished with you."

"Yes, Master."

"A lot will change." You rub sweat and spit off her temple with a gentle hand and look at her glassy eyes. "You might not get any sleep at all. Now you will learn true adversity.

"Okay, fuck it. You don't deserve this, but I don't care."

Pull your pants back down and lower your balls onto Minji's mouth. This time, there is no hesitation, and she opens her fuckable lips wide. Her tongue starts to twirl around your sac while you begin to jerk yourself off. When Minji finally starts to suck, you feel a satisfying conclusion to this messy meeting arriving. But—

"Why would I do it myself? Get your hand here!"

You find one of Minji's hands and start to spit on each finger. Like a waterfall, it runs down until you deem it lubricated enough. Then you put them around your manhood and begin to thrust. It's a lot colder than a pussy, but Minji seems to instinctively know how to tighten the gap, the grip, her hand-pussy suddenly becomes worth cumming in.

Take a final breath and climax, each pump sending long streaks of pearly white on Minji's body. You cover her in seed until one long line, from her navel to her throat, forms and you admire how carefully she worships your balls. Wipe your cockhead clean on her hand and make a mental note to have this soft palm be a useful masturbation aid for another time.

"Who would've thought that you're already in love with my balls?" You almost crack a smile through your stone cold facade. "A good sign that you're already a whore."

"M-Master, I..."

"Shut the fuck up.

"Tomorrow, after practice. No underwear, no questions, no one is allowed to know."

[peachsukii]

I've got Kirishima on the brain today and thinking about a soulmate magic AU where he's a wandering adventurer, aimlessly trudging through the forest when he stumbles upon your cozy cottage. Normally, he'd keep his focus and remain on course to get to town, but something about your home drew him in, too magnetic for him to walk away.

He knocks on your door, perplexed on what to say if you answer and prepares to bolt when the door creaks open, partially revealing your face. The scent of warm cinnamon mixed with smoke invades his senses as he stands there with a dumbfounded look on his face.

"Are you lost?" you ask, opening the door fully to reveal yourself and tilting your head with curiosity. "The nearest town is a few miles north of here. You can't miss it."

Oh...wow. You're so pretty, and yet, you look familiar.

There's no way he'd know who you were, you just met.

"Uh...no?" Kirishima responds with uncertainty, hoping it didn't make him look like a fool. "Just a little out of it from traveling all day and was passing by. I'm sorry for bothering you, I'll keep heading north to town."

You step to the side and motion for him to join you in your home. "It's quite alright, I don't get company often. Come in, you can rest for a bit."

He doesn't hesitate to enter, taking in the decorations of your beautiful cottage - dried herbs, flowers and plants of all kinds. Your fireplace is flickering away with a pot nestled over top of it, the liquid inside bubbling rapidly.

"Sit, I just made some tea. I'll pour you some," you insist, pulling one of the wooden chairs out from the small table by the fire. Kirishima settles and puts some of his belongings on the floor to lighten the weight on his tired body. That's when he notices a warming sensation coming from his chest, but not internally...externally. When he tugs at the pendant around his neck, the normal white crystal has turned pearlescent, shimmering dimly beneath his traveler's gear like a firefly.

'What...is happening?' he thinks to himself, suddenly remembering his mother's words before he departed on his current outing.

"Remember son, that pendant has been passed down in our family for generations. It has guided each of the Kirishima's to their fated partner and has yet to fail. When it glows, that's the sign of finding said partner - your soulmate, the one you will carry on the Kirishima name with."

Kirishima begins to sink into his thoughts, lost to the overwhelming notion that he stumbled upon the home where his soulmate lived. There's no way that a stranger in the woods could be...

Wait a second.

Now that he's analyzing the insides of your home, he realizes his crucial mistake and why he recognizes you.

You're the wicked witch everyone back home warned him about, isolated to the forest and banned multiple cities on the coast, your face plastered on numerous posters around his hometown.

"Everything okay, traveler?" you ask sweetly while placing the cup of tea in front of him. "You're looking a little pale."

[princessmaybank]

Truth or Dare

Pairings: BestFriend!JJ x BestFriend!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jealous JJ, stripping, fingering, squirting, etc.

Summary: They play t or d.

Authors Note: I didn't mean to post this so soon, but since it's out already I hope you like it, I'm just stopping it here, if you like it let me know if you want a part 2 :(.

"Truth or Dare?" John B asks darting his eyes to Cleo. "Oh come on man! You should already know the answer!" He smirked and nodded. You were at the chateau in the hot tub that JJ so graciously purchased for you all a few months back. Everyone was slugging down beers and having a big night of fun.

"I dare you to read the last text message you sent out loud." JB said shrugging, showing us that's all he has prepared. "oh man, too easy!" Cleo flung her arms upwards then reached for her phone. After she got to her messages she cleared her throat. " 'What we gonna do tonight?' I sent that to Sarah man." John B rolled his eyes in defeat, secretly hoping she had sent a naughty message to Pope or something.

"Okay Y/N, truth or dare?" She moved on quickly. "Dare of course." You responded, causing JJ to look at you with a slight smile. You and JJ are best friends, and always have been. Of course everyone in that hot tub was your best friend, but JJ was different, you could talk about literally anything for hours on end. He's always been there for you.

"I dare you to prank call Rafe Cameron. Pretend to want him and need him." Cleo ended with a smirk pointing to your phone. You didn't mind the dare but a certain blonde about a foot behind you definitely cared. He wasn't good at hiding his emotions, everything he wanted to say was already written on his face. "I don't think that's a good idea Y/N." You hear JJ say with a stern voice from behind you. "Oh calm your tits Jayj, what's the worst that could happen? I get a boyfriend?" You responded making all the girls giggle.

"It's ringing!" Kiara said out loud so everyone knew what was going on. Kiara was very close to the phone with you but it was pressed against your ear. "Hey Rafe!" You said a little too enthusiastic for JJ's liking. "Hey, Y/N. What do I owe this pleasant surprise?" He asked, gratefully. "Well I really wanted to tell you that I think of you a lot Rafe. It's getting to be too much now. I can't shake the feeling of needing to be with you." Everyone was giggling at that moment, other than one person, I'm sure you could guess who. Your eyes caught JJ's as he rolled them and crossed his arms. You could see how this was affecting him, so why not play some more. "Wow, I've been wai-" You cut Rafe's sentence short. "Rafe, mmmmm I need you so bad right now. Ohhhh." You pretend to moan into the phone. "Oh baby, are you touching yourself to me?" He asked clearly turned on. Kiara gagged and walked a few feet away. "Oh yes I am, but I wish it was you..." You paused for dramatic effect.

"Daddy." You smirked holding back a giggle, hearing Rafe groan into the phone. Next thing you know JJ is standing in front of you hanging up the call, fuming. He was legitimately tomato red. Everyone watched, curious about what he was going to do.

He grabbed your waist pulling you as close as he could while looking into your eyes. "Don't you ever pull that shit again." His eyes never left yours. You wanted to stand up for yourself but the only thing that left your mouth was "o-okay." He leaned down to whisper in your ear. "Good girl." There was that feeling of butterflies in your stomach. JJ never made you feel this way. What was happening? "When this little party is over you're coming to my room, we have things to talk about." He whispered again.

Everyone sat back down choosing to ignore how JJ nearly killed/fucked you right then and there. You chose to ignore it as well even though the tingling between your legs is making it difficult.

Instead of you asking the next question Pope cut the tension and began after Sarah. "Truth or dare?" He asked. Sarah obviously chose the safe route at this moment. "Is it true that even though you and JB are married, you'll still have a huge wedding and legally do it?" Pope asked. Awe of course he would, it's Pope. Sarah nodded "Of course I still want my dream wedding! Don't be silly Pope." She giggled.

"Okay J- Kiara, yeah Kiara. Truth or dare?" No one could look at JJ right now how would they be able to play this game right now?

"I'll say, truth." She smiled lightly. "Ok here's a little would you rather. Would you rather, fuck Topper or Kelce?" Kiara gasped. "Ew, can I kill myself instead?" She gagged. Everyone laughed and accepted that as her answer.

Eventually someone asked JJ the question and he ended up chugging some beer upside down. You still couldn't get those low-flying butterflies to go away. The thought of JJ taking you right there was fogging your brain.

After about an hour longer everyone was headed home or to bed. Pope and Cleo went back to the Heywards and Kiara went back to her house. Sarah decided to stay at the chateau with John B, then of course JJ asked you to go to his room and talk with him.

You sat on JJ's bed after getting your shower, you waited for him to finish up in the shower. JJ left some of his clothes on his bed for you to change into.

Next thing you knew, you were under JJ, making out with him on his bed. You had no idea how you got here but you weren't going to complain.

JJ pulled you onto his lap, never disconnecting your lips from each other. He held onto your hips and pressed down as he grinded up. You moved your hips at a faster pace needing the friction. He tore his lips from yours taking a breath before speaking. "Truth or dare?" He asked as you rolled your eyes. JJ gave you a look that said 'just answer it'. So you did. "Dare." You said with confidence streaming through your veins. JJ rubbed your hips, slowly reaching for your butt to squeeze.

"Strip for me baby." He said as he squeezed. You blushed not knowing how to react. "Come on baby, let me see that gorgeous body you've got hiding under my baggy clothes." When JJ said that, you began to melt. You decided to just take your shirt off while on his lap. You weren't wearing a bra so he got quite the show very quickly. You got off of him as he pushed himself to sit on the edge of his bed. The idea to strip tease JJ came to your mind so that's exactly what you did.

At some point when you were completely naked, you wanted to tease him so you sat on his lap and pulled one of his hands forward to your aching hole. You teased yourself with his fingers, secretly wanting him to continue what you had started. Which he had no problem with doing. He pushed two fingers inside of you causing a gasp and moan mix, to fall from your lips.

JJ's hand raced to cover your mouth. "Shhhh you have to be quiet, baby, or we'll get caught." He whispered in your ear. You nodded and bit your lip as JJ moved his fingers back and forth in your tight hole. JJ was making you so wet, your pussy was so loud that you might just get caught by being fingered. "Tell your pussy to be quiet." He giggled in your ear. "Tell your fingers to stop making me feel so good then." You moaned leaning your head back onto his shoulder.

JJ smirked to himself, knowing he was doing a good job. He sped up trying to make you cum but you suddenly felt embarrassed. "JJ- this f-eels so g-good..but I think I have to go..to the bathroom-" That was music to JJ's ears. His movements only got faster, he moved your hand to your clit so you could help by rubbing yourself.

"JJ- I-I" A loud squeal started erupting from your mouth. JJ slapped his hand across your mouth. One more swift push into your pussy and he pulled out, a gush of fluid came rushing out. You kept moaning into his hand. He continued playing with your cunt until you were done squirting.

"Something tells me you've never done that before baby."

[personwhowrites]

Unforgettable wedding

Platonic TF 141, Simon Ghost Riley x f!reader (18+)

Wc: 6.1k

Cw: Drinking, fingering,vagial sex, unprotected sex, sex in car, slightly possessive Ghost?Teasing, strong language, No use of y/n

Nicknames given: Princess, Doll, Good girl, Baby

Summary: A high school friend (Rachel) invited you to a wedding, you declared you had a lover but actually didn’t. You asked Soap, Gaz and Price to be your fake boyfriend for the wedding. Price agreed after some talking, but canceled due to an emergency. Leaving you to answer questions and peer pressure from friends. Until.. Ghost shows up, pretending to be your boyfriend. Things go okay, games are played and kisses are shared. When he notices you starting to get drunk, he offers to take you home. Little did you know that ‘ride’ home would change everything that involved him..

A/N: I uh… yeah at the last part my mind went blank and uh, lost idea of what i was writing and it turned into something else.

It was a high school friend who was getting married, you kept in touch with them even if at times they were toxic towards you. They added you to a group called “invitations” announcing their wedding. You didn’t see it till two days later, you were busy on the mission that involved your whole time and attention. No one from your personal life knew what job you did, if anyone asked you would brush them off and change the subject. So it came to surprise you, Rachel had invited you to their wedding and you're just now responding.

You: I’ll see if I can make it, I need to work some stuff out first.

Rachel read your message along with other few close friends from the group. You set your phone down not expecting much as Soap approached you with a grin on his face and a can of pop in his hands.

“Las, you have any plans for the week off?” Soap asked as he took a seat next to you. “I've been thinking about visiting my family.”

“Probably nothing like always, which is fine.” You reply while soap opens the can of pop. “Are you seriously drinking that ten month soda?”

“It's called pop, and matter in fact I am.” Soap relies as he drowns the sugary drink. “You seriously don’t plan to go somewhere?”

You open your mouth to reply but your phone buzzes, which you turn over and look at the notification. It's from the ‘invitations’ group chat, it suddenly became active, you open your phone and look at the messages. Your eyes widen as you read the message to yourself, Soap notice and look over at your screen.

Rachel: That’s fine, you probably don’t even have a plus one, so you save us the food for that! I would appreciate a gift or some flowers if we ever meet up again. Xoxo

Soap tilts his head as you start to type something, someone else in the group chat sends a message. Leaving you to gasp and stopping you from sending another message.

Jason: Yeah it's fine, plus you never have time for the group anymore. Anytime that we plan something you always respond late..

You: Because I have to tend to important matters and don’t have time to be on my phone. Anyways I will come then! I will see you all there and hell I will bring my partner!

You didn’t think of the message you sent, until Soap gasps and looks at you in surprise.

“You have a lover?” Soap now asks as you quickly realize what you just sent. “I never knew that.”

“I.. didn’t either..” You mumble and set your phone down. “Shit.. oh god what did I just do.. Soap be my fake date please you're the only one that knows.”

“No can do, I already have my week planned out with my family.” Soap says before chuckling. “Good luck with that, now if you..” Soap burps and holds his stomach. “I'm going to regret drinking that pop.”

Soap gets up as your phone buzzes again, it's a message from the group chat again. This time it was multiple people typing all now excited you will be tending the wedding that was three days away. You nervously bit your lip and read the messages, everyone excited to meet this lover of yours that didn’t even exist. Rachel soon gave you the details of the location and what type of theme you could wear that is appropriate for her wedding. You thanked Rachel and soon turned your phone off and took a deep breath, now where could you find a single man that would be willing to be your pretend boyfriend.

Three hours passed and you were doing some of your daily duties where you met Gaz in the hall. He was heading to lunch alone and crossed paths with you.

“Hey, are you going to lunch yet?” Gaz asked you with a warm smile making you look up from whatever you were doing. “Price and Ghost are there.,”

“Maybe in a couple more minutes, I gotta finish..” Your reply and sigh before looking at the boxes you were carrying. “..Ah this can wait.. You know what's for lunch?”

“The same crappy food that's for sure.” Gaz chuckles as you start to walk with him. “You look uneasy..did someone say something to you?”

“Uh no..” You mumble and then get an idea. “Would you like to be my fake boyfriend for a wedding?”

Gaz stopped dead in his tracks and stared at you, thinking he misheard. You give him an awkward smile and look away now your face filled with embarrassment. Gaz remains silent, he was trying to process what you just said and making sure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him.

“Did I hear you right? You want me to be your fake boyfriend at a wedding?” Gaz murmured now amused by the thought. “You should have asked me earlier before I made some plans for the week.”

“Damn you too?” You say now in some annoyance. “I asked Soap but he said he already made some plans.”

Gaz let out a small laugh before walking again, soon the two of you arrived at the mess hall. Price by then had already gotten your tray with Gaz’s knowing you would join him and Ghost. You sat down and ate, nothing too important was discussed at the table, Gaz and Price were chatting about some rookies, while Ghost leaned back in his chair and listened to them. While also looking around as if he was looking for some trouble he could stop. Gaz soon brought up what you said that made you snap back into reality.

“Wait wait, you asked Gaz to be a fake boyfriend for a wedding?” Price now asked you with an amused look. “And you also asked Soap?”

“Yeah, it's just someone's wedding from highschool.. We are a friend group..” You mumble now embarrassed by all of this. “I said that I would go since their group pointed out that I never hang out with them anymore.”

“How can you? You're working away on missions to keep their perfect lives safe, they should be grateful.” Gaz says, shaking his head for a moment. “Can’t believe people sometimes thinking its easy to be in the special british forces..”

“The thing is that they don’t know what job I have..” You admit to Gaz as he lets out a laugh. “I like to keep my work life out of my personal life.”

Ghost looks at you know, he seems to be somewhat interested in what you said, Price laughs a little as you told them. Gaz on the other hand nodded, he knew what you meant and respected it.

“Wait Price, will you be my fake boyfriend?” You ask him quickly with some hope. “Please?”

“Now I would love to help you out of the mess you're in..” Price says taking a bite out of some burger.”But, I can’t do such a thing, especially something like that.”

“But it won’t be real!” You add quickly, seeming more desperate. “Please I’ll be less reckless on missions.”

“You should always be less reckless on missions.” Price points out before letting a sigh. “But okay.”

You let out a sigh of relief and closed your eyes, your mess now being fixed by your one and only captain. Yet boy were you wrong, on the day of the wedding Price canceled on you and apologized, an emergency had come up and you were left out without a date and the wedding was going to be starting soon. You stood outside the church and groaned softly as you saw the rest of the people arrive for it. One of them being Jason from the group chat, he had a date with him and he looked at you in a polite manner.

“No date? Things sure don’t change even out of highschool.” Jason teases as he walks into the church.

You stare at him for a moment and roll your eyes before entering the church yourself. You felt some people stare at you, it was obvious word got around that you would finally show up to something. You took a seat at the last row of the chairs and remained there for the rest of the wedding, eventually clapping and cheering the bride and groom. In the corner of your eye you saw someone, a dark figure you couldn’t make out, you brush it off as a guest. People started to head to their cars, getting ready to drive to the reception a couple minutes away from the church.

You felt as if someone was watching you, just you. The feeling didn’t wear off as you started to drive to the reception. You felt a car follow you, but the tint on its widows made it impossible to see who was driving. You took a turn into the reception parking lot and parked next to some other people. The car that was following you drove off, making you feel silly for thinking someone was following you.

The reception was beautiful, the place was decorated like any bride would want their reception to be. Yet when you found your name on a table you saw it was at the end of then with an empty chair next to it, you sat down and placed your bag down on the empty seat. Some friends approached you and talked about their lives, one of them made it into the fashion industry and the other was a chef that helped prepare the food for the wedding. Then it came time for you to talk about your job and how your life was.

“Honestly I have a plain life, nothing too important.” You say as attention is on you. “Plus I'm happy you all have successful careers.”

“Yet you never speak about your life, you always keep quiet about it!” One says looking at you with a tense stare. “Are you poor?”

“No..” You say hurt by their comment. “I'm well off of money..Rebbeca..”

“What happened with the partner you had?” Rebbeca asks, pushing you into a tight corner as eyes all on you. “Or what.. Did you lie?”

You opened your mouth to speak but Rachel walked over with a bright smile. All the attention soon turned to her as she opened a chair and sat down with the groom. Showing off her ring and dress, she soon turned her attention to the empty seat.

“Oh my, did your ‘boyfriend’ not show up?” Rachel says now putting shame on you. “You could have told us you didn’t have a lover…we could have used that seat for someone else.”

You stare at her, some anger rising up, but you remain calm. Using all of your energy to not say something that could ruin anything. You cleared your throat and smiled in a polite manner.

“I don’t share anything about my personal life because of my job.” You say brushing your hands against the table. “Being in The special Reconnaissance Regiment is hard to maintain a love life.”

Silence fills the table, no one saw you as some person to work for the army or any job like that. Racheled opened her mouth to speak but Rebbecaa spoke before her.

“You're in the army? I never took you to be one in that type of work” Rebecca mumbles before turning her full attention to you. “Have you.. Killed people?”

“Private information I cannot share for your safety and mine.” You reply feeling some weight for your shoulders to be lifted. “Now I would appreciate it if we just moved on.”

“You always were one to pull twists on us..” Jason spoke and looked at you with a slight grin. “That’s good, honestly I always thought you would join the military but didn’t know what branch..”

You shook his comment off and made sure Rachel had the attention again. It was her wedding after all. The dance soon started for the bride and her parents. You stood by and reached for your bag, maybe thinking its best to leave. You weren’t having fun, and some of your friends wouldn’t leave the topic about your job. Soon someone else walked into the party, they seemed out of place for a moment then their eyes landed on you immediately. Your eyes widened as you saw who it was. Ghost.

He walked past some people who stared at him, he wasn’t wearing his regular ‘creepy’ balaclava but a more normal one. It covered his nose and down. No work uniform was on , but a simple light button up shirt and some pants from a tux, that obviously matched him well. His dirty blonde hair was neatly fixed into a stylish slit back hair style, which you never expected him to have. The tattoos on his forearm were on full display as he finally grabbed your bag and set in on your lap. He took the seat next to you and sigh annoyed..

“Don’t question it..” Ghost mumbled as he leaned back and whispered in your ear. “Be grateful I even considered such a thing..”

“How did you even know where the reception would be held?” You ask as Ghost lets out an annoyed sigh. “I only sent that information to Price..”

“You just answered your own question,” Ghost says bluntly as he looks around. “So much damn white..Jesus I might go blind from it all.”

“You handle flashbangs for a living..” You tease Ghost who immediately gives you a glare. “Sorry, I thought it would be funny.”

“What happens when a strawberry gets run over while crossing the street?” Ghost says leaning closer to you. “Hm?”

“Uh..i don’t know what happens?” You reply slightly amused by this behavior.

“Traffic Jam.” Ghost replies and chuckles to himself. “Another?”

You hold back a laugh, knowing it wasn't funny yet the way his voice makes the joke sound is better. Ghost pulls your chair closer so you can hear his terrible dad jokes better.

“What do you call a pony with a sore throat?” Ghost hums into your ear while you hold a smile back from your lips. “A little hoarse..”

You can’t help it but let a chuckle escape your lips. Ghost soon leans away from you and sits up in the chair. He looks around the party and rubs his eyes slightly showing he is annoyed by all of the lights. You look at Ghost, it was strange seeing him like this. No mask nor face paint made it feel like you walked into another universe. Which at this point you might have now noticed that he was the one that asked Price for the address to see you and help.

“Thanks..” You mumble to him enough to hear. “You really didn’t have to..”

Ghost looks at you, he seems to have something on his mind. His mask moves as he is about to speak, yet the sound of the bride and groom stop him. You turn your attention to the center of the place and listen as the bride is going to cut the cake and food will be served soon.

The rest of the night some of your friends ask you about Ghost but you say nothing. Avoiding their questions and Ghost doing the same, if he did want you to answer a question about him, he would shoot you a glance or nudge your chair. The night went on, Ghost cracked some more ‘jokes’ that made you smile or even get a chuckle out.His arm is soon wrapped around your shoulders. You didn’t mind it and soon rested your head on his arm, things were okay.

“Are you comfortable..”Ghost questions while keeping his eyes away from you. “Aren’t you?”

“I can move away..” You reply and look at him anxiously.

“It's fine..” Ghost replies and looks away from you. “Can’t believe you’re social enough for this kind of stuff.”

“I honestly never come to stuff like this..I'm always lonely.” You murmur as Ghost turns his attention to you.

“Not this time..”Ghost says, sitting up a bit, he places his hand on your face. “You had some sauce on our lips.”

You stare at Ghost as he wipes the sauce away and leaves his thumb on your lips. He's gaze now on your lips, you feel your face heat up. Ghost gently rubs his thumb on your lips then moves it down to your chin, he makes you look slightly up at him. Ghost hazel eyes stare into your own eyes, a thick tension grows. He moved his thumb back onto your lips, gently giving them a brush. Somehow the world around the two of you slowed down, nothing matters anymore..

“..I never noticed.. How beautiful you are up close..” Ghost mumbles as his arm around your shoulders pulls you closer to him. “A sight for my sore eyes..”

Ghost moves his arm away from your shoulders and brings his hand to his mask. A loud sound makes both of you jump and turn away from each other. His hand on your face moving away to his side, the bride had grabbed a microphone and was trying to turn it on.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen! Let's get these games started!” Rachel says with a happy look on her face. “Please bring your chairs and yourself to the center!”

People around you and Ghost started to move themselves and their chairs. You stare at everyone, most of everyone that was at the table left. You then turned your attention back to ghost, who didn’t even seem interested in the game. Rachel noticed you weren’t there and walked over, she grabbed your hand and smiled before speaking.

“Come on! Join us like the good old times!” Rachel says getting people to look over. “Like the good old days, you used to love musical chairs so much as kids.”

You looked around and noticed some people looking over, peer pressure got the best of you and you nodded. Ghost looked at you, there was a hit of worry and annoyance in his eyes. He stood up with you and grabbed your hand, Rachel looked at Ghost, slightly taken back by the sight of him. Rachel soon walked to the center with you and Ghost along with the chairs. It was a regular game of musical chairs, no rules except no harming each other badly. You placed your chair down in the circle, soon the music started and everyone started to move around in a circle. Ghost didn’t even know why on earth he decided to join such a ‘childish game.’ The music stopped and chaos broke, you sat down quickly in a chair as Ghost and a couple others did the same, while two people fought for a chair. One finally sat down and soon the game continued..

Ghost got out the twelve round, he didn’t like walking and too many eyes were on him. He took his chair back to the table and watched as you went against eight people. The number lowered quickly to the point it was only you and some other girl left. Both of you were focused, none wanted to lose or make a fool out of yourselves. The Dj speed up the music and you started to feel your body tense, the music stopped, without a thought you kicked the chair away and the girl fell down before she could sit down. People started to laugh and you picked up the knocked down chair, Ghost slightly was somewhat amused by the sight. The other girl tried to snatch the chair out of your hands but it was all a fail as your grip was strong.

You spun around the girl and placed the chair down, the girl did the same thing as you. She kicks the chair down and you let out an annoyed groan. She grabs the chair with a wide grin and sets the chair down. This could all be over if it wasn't for your need to win no matter what. You kicked the chair down quickly, almost hitting the other girl. She gasped as if in the blink of an eye you picked the chair up and ran to the center sitting down in it.

People cheered and Ghost looked at you with amusement, You soon walked back with the chair and smiled happily. Ghost shook his head trying to shake the look of amusement off, you hugged him without thinking…He hugs you back, a tight embrace happens as the two of you hug each other. You notice your mistake and pull away immediately.

“Oh god, I'm so sorry..I was just so excited..” You say quickly as Ghost pulls you back into a hug. “Ghost?”

Ghost closes his eyes and keeps holding you close, you could swear his breathing get heavier as he held you closer. His cologne filling your nose, Ghost held you close for a period of time. You soon embraced him as well and kept hugging him.

“..Never let go..” Ghost mumbles in your ear, his voice slightly breaking. “Please..”

‘Please’ that word sounded so heartbreaking out of his lips. You just nodded and he let go of you, that was the first time Ghost has ever done that with you. He sat down and pretended like nothing happened and he expected you to do the same.

The rest of the games continued, you would join but not most of them since your feet were tired. Ghost kept you close to him, awfully close. If any of your guy friends approached the two of you, his grip would become tighter on you. The games went on for another hour, soon the bride Rachel announced she would be throwing her bouquet soon.

“You’d think that..You could get the bouquet as well?” Ghost asks, looking at you, before looking at some girls in the center. “If you stand in the back the odds of you getting it are twenty out of hundred.”

“I don’t like the whole bouquet stuff, Rachel would make the girl kiss their partner if they got it.” You reply looking over to the other females. “Plus, I think I won enough games already.”

“Wouldn’t hurt to just have a good time.” Ghost adds looking at you now which you don’t notice. “Who knows if we'll ever be alive to see another wedding..”

You think for a moment then nod, standing up from your seat you walk over to the back. The bride calls out more females to the floor making sure it's even for all the females. The groom gets a chair and Rachel gets on it, she turns her back to the others on the dance floor, people start counting down for her to throw the bouquet. Rachel throws it a three and it hits a fan on the ceiling, which bounces the bouquet and it hits you right in the face. People laugh and cheer as you now hold the bouquet, Ghost eyes widen as he didn’t even expect that himself to happen out of all the possibilities.

“Kiss your partner now!” Rachel says with a smile as she walks over and drags you to Ghost. “Kiss kiss!”

“Rachel, please no lets just move on to the res–” You try to say, but Ghost grabs your waist turning you to him. “Wai–”

Ghost takes his mask down and plants a sloppy kiss on your lips. He holds your hips, making sure he can hold you correctly. You lean into the kiss and start to close your eyes. It seemed like Ghost wanted to do it for a long time. Ghost breaks the kiss and pulls his mask back and places his hand on your face. He gives you a wink before creasing your cheek with his thumb. Rachel soon walks away leaving you to stare at Ghost in shock.

“I can’t be arsed to care about what you’re thinking..” Ghost mumbles before taking his seat again. “It's all pretend.”

You look at him still in shock and turn away, soon enough you found yourself drinking some fine wine being offered around. Ghost on the other hand remained sober, unwilling to talk to any other female that approached him. His eyes on you as you chugged down wine, there was a time he got worried as people cheered you on to keep drinking. You knew how to handle your liquor, but Ghost didn’t know that. You look at Ghost and give him a drunken smile, yet his eyes narrow seeing that you're drunk down.

“That’s enough drinking now.” Ghost mumbles taking the glass of wine out of your hand. “Do you hear me?”

“I'm fine, Ghost. I can't get drunk so easily with wine.” You say looking at him hoping he would give back the wine glass. “Can I have it back?”

“No, that's enough wine for you today..” Ghost says and sets your glass on the table. “If you keep drinking or try to drink again I will get up and leave.”

You stare at Ghost and soon take your own seat, You lean against his arm and sigh. Maybe you had been drinking too much, maybe the wine was too much for you. Ghost turned his attention to you, pulled you closer to him, almost as if he wanted you on his lap. You nuzzled your face against his arm and closed your eyes, you were starting to blackout..

“You okay..?” Ghost asked with high concred in his voice. “You need to head home?”

“Probably..” You mumble before looking at him. “I might have drank too much today..”

Ghost sighs and helps you stand up, he grabs your bag and starts to walk out with you. Rachel noticed and walked over with the groom, they called out for you and Ghost. He hesitated to stop but did since they were your friends. Rachel and her husband Aaron look at you and then at Ghost.

“You two leaving?” Rachel asks slightly hurt by this. “It's only twelve in the morning”

“She had too much to drink and wanted to go home.” Ghost says looking at Rachel, slight haterade he didn’t like her at all. “If you care about her, you wouldn’t have to come and question why she is leaving early.”

“Easy now, we don’t need an aggressive tone here.” Aaron speaks up trying to make things settle. “We are in the wrong for cheering them on..”

Ghost starts to walk away with you, he makes sure you can lean on him as you two walk. He knew where your car was parked, the exact spot without even checking. You looked at Ghost a little concerned as to how he knew where your car was parked. He takes the keys out of your bag and looks at you.

“I'll drive you home then get an uber back here to drive my own car.” Ghost says and opens the passenger door. “Come on..”

You stare at him for a moment and get in your own car. Ghost closes the door and walks to the other side, he opens the door to the driver side, he sits down then adjusts the seat. Ghost looks over at you for a moment and pulls his mask off completely. Then grabs your head gently with the palm of his hand on the back of your head. He leans in and kisses you, the kiss was less sloppy than before. Ghost gently grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls you closer, he can’t get enough of your lips.

Ghost moves his other hand to your neck, you look at him as he leans in for another kiss. Your lips crash against his, he groans in the kiss. The hand on your neck gives you a gentle squeeze. Ghost hand on your hair moves to your back, he bushes the straps of your dress and looks at you with desire.

“Are you okay with this doll?” Ghost asks, looking at you. “Do you like me kissing you?”

Ghost looks at you and smiles, it is odd but yet comforting. You meet in his gaze and place your hands on his cheeks.The palm of your hands brush against his stubble, he leans close to you. Another kiss is shared between the two of you, Ghost wraps his arm around your waist. Pulling you closer to him, he lets go of your neck, placing his hand on your thigh, rubbing gentle circles on your skin. Without a thought he kisses your neck as you let go of his face, you toge on his shirt and bite your lip.

“Use your words..” Ghost says giving your thigh a gentle squeeze. “Come on..”

“I want this Ghost..” You reply as he places his hand on your chin. “Don’t.. Make me beg..”

“You’re drunk.. If you were sober maybe I would go further with you princess..” Ghost mumbled before turning his attention to the steering wheel. “Let’s get you home.”

You stare at Ghost feeling disappointed, but understand that he wanted to keep his desires in check. Ghost pulled out of the parking lot and headed into the road, once in a while he would look over at your body. How it bounced to each bump on the road, his desires and mind started to wonder as the straps on your dress slid off your shoulders. Ghost stops the car by a park nearby and turns the car off, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He turns his attention to you and your neck. Pulling you close, Ghost leans his face to your neck..

“You drive me crazy, a crazy I can't hide anymore…” Ghost murmurs before kissing your neck. “Do you want this doll? Do you want me to take you here and now..?”

You let out a soft moan and nod, Ghost wastes no time helping you get on his lap, he leans the seat back. You hear him undo his buckle of his pants, he was wasting no time to take you. To give you the pleasure you two desire in such close space. You kiss Ghost and watch as he moves his hand to your inner thighs, he gives them a gentle squeeze. He slides his fingers against your clit, shivers go down your spine.

“Look at you.. Already wet, partially dripping onto my fingers.” Ghost teases and rubs circles on your clit. “Think you can take me baby? Think you can take me like the good girl you are..”

A whimper escapes your mouth and you look down at Ghost. Who’s admiring the faces you make to his touch, the sweet sounds you give him. Ghost soon removes his hand away from your pussy and licks his finger, you blush to his action.

“Why would you do that..” You mumble in slight embarrassment. “Gh–”

“It's Simon to you princess..” Ghost says inserting two fingers into your pussy without a warning.

You arch your back and let out a loud moan, he didn’t give you any warning. Slowly he fingered you, enjoying watching you come undone to just his fingers. Ghost moved at a slow pace, wanting to savor every second of your reaction. Your hips soon started to move on their own, your body wanting more of his finger. Ghost pulls them out and looks at you while you let out a small whimper. Ghost chuckles and moves his throbbing cock close to your pussy.

“Patience, pretty girl. Patience..” Ghost mumbles and looks at you. “You think that you can handle it?”

You give an quick nod and try to place your body on his cock, but Ghost stops you and rubs your hips. He knew you wanted as much as he did, but he wanted to make sure you could take him. Ghost brushed his hands on your hips and bit his lip, he wanted to just ruin you and keep you close to him.

“Gh–Simon.. Please..” You beg now looking down at him. “Please.. I can’t keep waiting..”

You start to beg him, he loves the sight of you begging, the sound of your whimpers wanting your own hips to be placed on his. Ghost without warning drops your body on to his cock, he lets out a satisfied groan as you let out a small cry. You have taken every single inch of him, Ghost rubs your hips again letting you adjust to him. Some tears escape your eyes and you hold onto the handle off the door. Ghost shifts on the car seat and lets out a groan as take more of him in.

“Bloody hell..you're so perfect.. So bloody perfect for me..” Ghost moans out and closes his eyes. “Perfectly made for me baby..” He pauses for a moment and digs his fingers on the side of your hips. “Think you can move a baby girl, think you can move this beautiful body of yours?”

You give him a gentle nod and slowly bounce on his cock. Ghost groans as he squeezes his eyes shut, he lets go of your hips and places his hands on your thighs. Giving them a good squeeze, you can’t help but moan his name as your hips move.

“That’s it princess that's it..” Ghost murmurs while giving your thighs another squeeze. “ Use my cock to satisfy this pussy of yours.”

Ghost was completely pussy drunk, mumbling things as you bounced on his cock. Ghost opened his eyes soon enough to catch a glimpse of your face, how you particularly looked at him. Ghost moves his hands back to your waist, he adjusts himself and thrust into you. You let out a moan, Ghost started to move himself as you arched your back trembling as you were on your high with him, Your eyes rolled back and your moans were music to his ears.

“Cum for me baby, cum for me..”Ghost says, thrusting his cock recklessly into you. “That’s it, love.. Bloody hell..that's it clinching that pussy around my cock.”

Without another word you moan loudly and let your body fall on him, You had reached your orgasm. Ghost wasn't so far behind, he pulled out and came on your ass, he groaned and soon wrapped his arms around you. He took steady breaths and brushed his hand on your hair. Gently patting your back with his other hand.

“You did so good for me doll.. So good..” Ghost murmurs into your ear and holds you close. “Breath..”

“I.. love you..” You reply without thinking. “I really..love you..”

Ghost looked at you and then sigh softly before kissing your head. He holds you close but says nothing. The both of you stay like that for a couple minutes, crickets and sounds of nature lay on your ears as finally Ghost speaks.

“I love you too..” Ghost mumbles creasing your face, before kissing your cheek. “We still need to get you home.”

You nodded and lifted yourself off of Ghost. You sat back in the passenger seat and watched as Ghost buckled his pants up again, you in the meantime fixed your panties. He started the car and got out of the parking lot of the park. Ghost glanced over at you while he drove. Things were definitely never gonna be the same between him and you, Ghost knew that like you did. He placed his hand on your thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. You looked at Ghost, as he drove your car, the car you had your first time with Ghost, so many thoughts and so many questions but what did that matter now? This wedding was definitely going to be an unforgettable one.

[defectivehero]

home where

"Are those single-use plastic bags?" The villain huffs, leaning forward from the hero's open windowsill. The hero's heart leaps out of their chest and they stumble backwards, very nearly falling over in bewilderment.

They place a hand over their chest as they regain their breath. "What the hell are you doing here?" The hero demands, staring at the villain casually sitting in their window.

"You really shouldn't leave your window open unless you want visitors," the villain sighs in lieu of an answer. "Practically asking me to break in." They tap their fingers along the frame of the window.

"Wow, okay, blaming the victim," the hero huffs, their mind spinning. They are somewhat convinced that they're dreaming—and that they'll wake up in a few hours, sweat-soaked and gasping for breath underneath their linen sheets. "And what was that about the bags?" They ask.

"Look at that bag of bags," the villain points at the clever contraption hanging on one of the drawers of their kitchen, turning their nose up at it. "Disgusting. And everyone thinks I'm the villain." The hero tries to process that statement for a moment.

"You are," the hero responds, staring at them in disbelief. "You kill people. All the time." Hence their appearance on several old-fashioned "wanted" posters and more modern newscasts.

"At least I'm not killing the entire earth," the villain gestures flippantly. "Get some reusable bags, you monster."

The hero promptly ignores the latter half of their statement, instead focusing on their accusation. "That's a huge exaggeration," the hero sighs.

"Okay." The villain shrugs. "Don't say I didn't warn you. Complacency is very dangerous when it comes to protecting the environment."

"You're such a fucking hypocrite," the hero responds, crossing their arms over their chest. "Your invention last week probably created enough nuclear waste to sink this entire city."

"Okay, rude," the villain scoffs. "I use sustainable energy sources, of course. Nuclear power is a no-no."

The hero blinks at them once, twice. "This is so weird." They remark aloud, bringing a hand to their arm and pinching at it hard. Surprisingly, nothing happens. Either this is a very vivid lucid dream... or it's reality. The hero isn't sure which would be worse.

"Your dreaming mind isn't nearly quick enough to predict me, dear," the villain says, swinging out of the window and landing on the floor noiselessly. "Besides, knowing you... your dreams are probably plagued with memories of the people you couldn't save."

A ragged breath is torn out of the hero's lips at the unexpected remark. The reminder is entirely unwelcome. They don't want to think of all the victims they failed—all the families they ruined. The hero desperately tries to suppress their quickly spiraling thoughts. "Why are you here?" Their voice is slightly more breathless; the villain is quick to notice.

"Do I need a reason to visit my enemy?" The villain grins, leaning closer. The hero doesn't bother hiding their discomfort, stepping to the side to enforce the distance between them.

"When you visit my home, yes," the hero remembers to answer in a few seconds. The villain's grin morphs into a dangerous smirk, and the hero is suddenly assaulted with the inexplicable conviction that they've made a grave mistake.

"Oh, you don't have to pretend this is the first time I've visited," the villain remarks casually, rhythmically tapping their fingers against the counter. "I've always known where you lived. You should know that by now."

Everything—the dull hum of their kitchen appliances, the traffic outside—descends to a tense silence. The hero's stomach churns as they think back to the inexplicable occurrences that have taken place throughout the past months: their water bill going up without reason; groceries going missing; takeout food appearing when they don't remember buying it. They had dismissed them as slips in their memory—they've been busy at the agency. But now that they really think about it...

"That was you," the hero chokes. Their heart is suddenly racing in their chest. They have never truly had privacy, have they? They suddenly feel very vulnerable. "Why do you keep sneaking in here?!"

"Well," the villain drawls, as if the answer is obvious. "It's easy, for one. You don't even have locks on these windows." The villain laughs as their eyes find the several windows in the room. "It's closer, sometimes. You have a lot more first aid materials than I do... You get the idea." They shrug nonchalantly.

The hero stares at them in shocked silence. "You've practically been living here," they breathe, a note of frustration leaking into their voice. Their head is spinning. Pain is starting to stretch through their temple and down their jaw from from how hard they've been gritting their teeth.

"Okay, now you're the one exaggerating," the villain says. "I'd hardly associate a few house visits with living here." They pick at their nails, as if entirely unbothered by this turn in conversation. It's clear they're entirely unapologetic about invading the hero's space.

The hero still feels the visceral need to convince the villain of the gravity of their invasive actions. "You used my shower," the hero accuses, with equal sentiments of embarrassment and irritation.

"I was bloody," the villain shrugs. "And your shampoo is nicer than mine."

The hero frowns. The farther they look back, the more they realize just how long the villain has been visiting. The villain's visits explain everything: things left in slightly different places than the hero remembers; doors unlocked when they should be locked; and... "Oh my gods, that's why my fucking washer hasn't been working! You broke it, you asshole!" They exclaim.

"I didn't break it!" The villain immediately argues, having the audacity to look offended. A guilty expression rises on their face as they avert their eyes. "I just... didn't know how to use it." They trail off, a sheepish grimace on their face.

The hero focuses on taking a deep breath in, exhaling slowly. When they speak again, their voice is deceptively calm. "Get out." They point to the window from which the villain entered.

The villain doesn't look surprised by the sudden dismissal, and somehow, they are agreeable enough to head over to the window to leave. "I'll be back," the villain says when they reach the windowsill, glancing over their shoulder and sending the hero an unreadable look.

"I know." The hero says defeatedly, letting out a long-suffering sigh. A hint of fondness escapes their voice and they hope their enemy doesn't notice. They know there's no convincing their enemy: it would be a futile effort. They have never been able to persuade the villain to do anything—and the hero doubts that will change now.

"Oh," the villain responds, staring at them in mild surprise, as if they hadn't expected them to admit it. "Okay then. Bye." They send an awkward wave over their shoulder and disappear. The hero stares at the empty window for longer than they should, before closing it and locking it. They're not sure why they're bothering to lock it—a simple lock won't keep the villain away.

Sure enough, three days later, the hero wakes up and walks out to their kitchen to find a pile of reusable bags on their counter. "You really need to get your priorities in order." The hero says. There is no one in sight—yet, somehow, they know the villain is listening.

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did I overdo it with the banter? probably. do I care? ......only a little.

is the title from the sir chloe song? ....i plead the fifth.

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[dontaskmemybias]

Movie Night?

Pairing: Non Idol!Lee Felix x afab reader Request: Yes Theme: Friends to Lovers Contains: Alcohol, Cursing, fingering, protected sex. Word Count: 3,032 (I got carried away as usual haha) Note: MINORS DNI!!! This is a work of fiction and does not portray any of the members irl. I loved this idea and I hope you like it!!

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It started as a chill movie night with eight of your best friends. Eventually someone suggested drinking and everything spiraled from there.

"Guys I have the best idea! We should play truth of dare." Jisung suggested with a smirk on his face.

"I'm down, I've got some dares I've been dying to try." Minho said with a devilish look on his face. You reminded yourself not to pick dare if he chose you.

Everyone agreed and refilled their drinks before sitting in a circle. You sat in between Changbin and Chan, excited to see what the boys came up with.

"Alright, it was my idea so I'll go first!" Jisung put a bottle in the middle and spun it. It landed on Felix. "Felix! Truth or dare?" Jisung grinned at the freckled boy.

"Dare." Felix immediately replied. Jisung looked up in thought for a moment before a smirk appeared on his face.

"I dare you to get up and sit next to the most attractive person in the room." He chuckled when Felix's ears turned pink. Without saying anything Felix got up and moved between you and Changbin.

"AH! I knew it, I am the best looking person in here!" Changbin laughed and pinched Felix's cheeks. Everyone burst out laughing and Seungmin spoke up.

"No 'Bin I think Felix chose Y/N!" Changbin looked to see you on the other side of Felix then looked down at the floor. "Oh." He said softly and everyone started laughing again.

Felix cleared his throat and spun the bottle. It landed on Hyunjin.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth." Hyunjin answered immediately.

Felix chuckled and asked "If you could go anywhere with anyone where and who would it be and why?"

For a while the game continued with fun truths and mild dares, until Chan spun the bottle and it landed on Felix again. He raised an eyebrow. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare." Felix said, feeling a little more confident now.

"I dare you to hold Y/N's hand for the rest of the game." Felix got a little shy over the request but when he looked over at your hand that throughout the game had inched closer to his he decided to just go for it. He grabbed your hand in his and interlaced your fingers. You smiled at him and squeezed his hand a little before going back to the game.

It was a while before the bottle finally landed on you. You were immediately nervous since it was Minho's turn and who knows what he would make you do or say. Felix must have noticed because he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. You felt like with Felix's hand in yours it didn't matter what Minho told you to do. So when Minho asked "Truth or dare Y/N?" with a mischievous look in his eyes you responded right away.

"Dare." Minho smiled, seemingly pleased with your choice and looked from you to Felix and his eyes landed on your intertwined hands.

"I dare you to sit on Felix's lap for the rest of the game." Your body tensed up. You and Felix had cuddled before but you had never sat in his lap before. Your mind raced with thoughts like 'what if I'm too heavy' or 'what if Felix doesn't want this' but when you looked over to the freckled boy you saw his face was lightly dusted pink and you knew that he wouldn't mind.

You looked over to Chan. "Can we let go of our hands while we get situated? We can go back to holding them after." Chan smiled and nodded his head. You let go of Felix's hand for a moment and scootched into his lap. you felt him stiffen up a bit and so you reached down and grabbed one of his hands in yours again, intertwining your fingers once more.

You turned your face a bit to see Felix, his face now bright red. You squeezed his hand and whispered "You okay?" a small nod was all Felix responded with so you leaned down and spun the bottle. The game went on for a bit before the bottle landed on you and Felix spun by none other than Seungmin.

"How does this work if the bottle points to both me and Felix? Do you get to pick who does the dare?" You asked the group. Minho spoke right away like he had already thought about this.

"No it means you both have to do the dare or answer the question." You squirmed a bit on Felix's lap and you felt his grip on your hand tighten. You looked over at him. "So 'Lix should we do a truth or dare?"

"Dare." he responded quickly, like he was hiding something he knew the boys would ask him if he chose truth.

"Okay Seungmin, we pick dare." Seungmin's face lit up and you could feel the tension in the room as he uttered his next words.

"I dare you to kiss each other." The room went silent, everyone looking to you and Felix to see if you would do the dare or choose to drink. You felt Felix stiffen beneath you and you turned a bit in his lap to see his face. You could see he was nervous but there was something else. You cleared your throat and looked back to the boys.

"Give us a sec, y'all talk about something." They obliged and started talking amongst themselves. You turned back to Felix and whispered in his ear so the others couldn't hear you.

"We don't have to if you don't want to, we can always just drink. But I'm okay with it if you are." You felt his body relax a little bit and he whispered back.

"I'd love to kiss you Y/N." Feeling his breath on your neck made you shiver a bit, but you turned back to the group.

"Okay! We'll do it!" Everyone went quiet again in anticipation. You turned and gave Felix a small peck on his lips. The group booed you.

"That was barely a kiss cmon Y/N!" Seungmin shouted.

"Hey you just said a kiss, you should have specified what you meant!" You yelled back. You felt Felix let out a chuckle underneath you and the hand that wasn't laced with yours came up to rest on your thigh. The contact made you break out into goosebumps.

You didn't know it yet but the words you spoke would come back to haunt you.

The next few rounds got a little spicer. Changbin had to admit he had a size kink, Jisung had to sit in Minho's lap (your and Felix's payback dare), and Jeongin had to write his name with his butt in the air. Finally the bottle landed back on you and Felix, spun by Minho again. You cursed yourself for giving him a payback dare but you secretly were excited to see what he would make you two do again.

"Y/N, Felix, Truth or dare?" He spoke with purpose, a mischievous look on his face. You and Felix exchanged a look and he spoke up, his eyes not leaving yours. "Dare."

"I dare you to kiss like you mean it this time."

You looked at Felix and without hesitation he dropped the hand that you had laced with his, brought his hands to your face, and pulled you in for a deep passionate kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you started to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. His tongue swiped your bottom lip and asked for entrance and you gladly gave it to him. You spent a decent amount of time just exploring each others mouths. Finally you pulled away from air and heard your friends hooting and hollering. You and Felix smiled at each other and you looked back to Minho who had a smirk plastered on his face.

"That good enough for you?" You asked, a little out of breath. Felix wrapped his arms around you and Chan started laughing.

"You guys broke the dare! You stopped holding hands. I think this means you get a punishment." The room got quieter and Chan ushered the other boys to get closer so they could put together a punishment for you. You didn't really care because Felix had tightened his hold on you and all you could think about was his hands on your sides, how good he felt pressed up against you, and how much you wished you and him were alone right now.

Chan turned back to you and the boys all looked excited about this punishment. "Y/N, Felix, your punishment is that you have been kicked out of the game for the night. You both have to get up and go to Felix's bedroom for the rest of game night. Felix tensed up again and held you so tight you could barely breathe. You were trying to figure out what his reaction was about when you shifted a bit and felt him press up against you, fully hard. You tried to hold back a giggle and when the boys saw your reaction they knew they had been correct in guessing that Felix was sporting an erection after all they had made you two do.

You shimmied and faced Felix who looked so red now you thought he might pass out at any second. You tried to lighten the mood. "Well, looks like we have been exiled, cmon 'Lix, lets go watch a movie or something in your room." You heard the boys chuckle at your words knowing damn well you wouldn't be watching any movies tonight. You moved to stand and Felix started panicking. You just grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze then helped him to his feet. The boys kept laughing when they saw Felix's state. Face red, hair a bit messy from the make out session you two had, and very noticeable erection outlined in his sweatpants. You just waved goodbye to the boys and led Felix to his room before shutting and locking the door behind you.

You looked at Felix who was swaying from on foot to another, nervously looking at the floor. You couldn't help but think he looked so fucking cute like this. He was the first to break the silence. "So, what movie did you want to watch?" It was so cute that he thought you were actually going to watch a movie after all that. You heard the front door open and it sounded like the guys were all leaving to give the two of you some privacy. You'd have to thank them later for that.

You took a few steps toward Felix and lifted his head so his eyes would meet your own and you smiled. "Oh 'Lix, you're too cute. You really thought I wanted to watch a movie with you?" He looked confused for a second but when he saw your eyes dart down to his lips he smiled and let out a small chuckle.

"Oh thank god." He mumbled before pulling you into him by your hips and crashing his lips to yours. You brought your hands up to play with his hair again and when you tugged a little harder than you meant to he let out a small whimper and rutted into you. You pulled back and looked at his face with a wicked grin on your lips. "Does my sweet 'Lixxie like getting his hair pulled?" He groaned and started kissing you more feverishly, leading you over to the bed. He threw you down and pulled his shirt off before leaning down and tugging at the hem of your shirt.

"Can I take this off?" He asked, his voice deeper than you had ever heard it before, eyes almost black filled with lust.

"Yes baby you can take off whatever you want." He smiled at the new nickname and pulled your shirt off to reveal your blue lacy bra. He immediately latched onto your chest, kissing every new inch of skin he could see before reaching around to unclasp your bra. He looked into your eyes, silently asking consent, and when you shook your head he removed the lacy garment and tossed it across his room. He stared at you in awe for a moment before whispering. "You are so fucking gorgeous, I can't believe we are doing this right now."

He leaned down and took one nipple in his mouth and played with the other with his hand. You gasped at the wet feeling of his mouth on your tit. After a bit he switched, giving your other nipple the same attention as the first. Felix seemed like he would be content with just playing with your boobs all night but you needed more.

" 'Lixxie please.." you whined, asking him for more. He looked up and smiled at your fucked out expression, he leaned in and placed a gentle peck on your cheek.

"What is it doll, what do you need?" You clenched at the use of the new nickname and didn't even have to think about your response.

"You." You wanted Felix, all of him.

"God you're so fucking perfect doll." He pulled off your pants in one swift motion and began teasing your clit over your panties. He looked entranced at the way you reacted to his ministrations. He must have gotten impatient with himself because the next thing you knew he had pulled his own pants and boxers off and now stood before you completely naked. Of course Felix's dick would be pretty, everything else about him was too. You were almost drooling at the sight of him.

He looked into your eyes and slowly pulled your panties off before chucking them into his closet. "I'm keeping those." He said with a serious expression on his face.

"Good." You smiled back at him. He looked down at your drenched pussy and hissed out loud. "Fuck babygirl you are soaking." He ran a finger through your folds and brought it up to his mouth and moaned at the taste of you. The sight was so dirty you almost moaned yourself.

" 'Lix please I need you right now." You tried to sound assertive but you were already out of breath, heart racing, so it came out as almost a whisper.

Felix leaned over you and brought his fingers back to your core before whispering in your ear. "Gotta prep you so I can fuck you the way you deserve without hurting you." You did moan this time and he took the opportunity to stick his fingers in your mouth.

"Suck." He commanded, and you did. He grunted a bit and then pulled his fingers out of your mouth, coated in your saliva, and brought them down to tease your entrance. You were about to tell him to hurry up when he slid two fingers inside of you without warning. His eyes still fixated on your face. Soon the sounds of his fingers going in and out of you was too much and he just had to look down and admire his work. He started fingering you faster and added a vigorous come hither motion. You could feel your release coming. You moaned louder and louder and with the way you were clenching on his fingers Felix knew you were close. He brought his thumb up to draw circles on your clit as well.

You came with his name on your tongue and Felix kept moving his fingers to make your release last as long as possible. Once he was sure you were done he pulled his fingers out of you and leaned down to kiss you.

"You look so fucking hot cumming on my fingers, I can't wait till you are cumming on my cock." You shivered at his words and felt your arousal building again. Felix pulled away long enough to grab a condom from his nightstand and roll it onto himself before lining up with your hole.

"Ready?" He asked you.

"Yes Felix fuck, I need your cock inside me right n-" You didn't get a chance to finish your sentence before he slid into you. You gasped at the sensation and Felix let out the hottest moan you'd ever heard once he bottomed out. He waited a second to make sure you were adjusted before he slowly began thrusting in and out of you.

"Fuck Y/N, I've wanted this for so long you don't even f-fucking know." He managed to get out, slowly building his speed and rhythm.

You smiled and placed your legs around his waist, allowing him to enter you deeper. "Fuck 'Lix you f-feel so good inside m-me. Even better than I imagined." He faltered for a second and looked down at you.

"You imagined this?" You shook your head yes.

"All the time."

"Oh FUCK babygirl, I'm g-gonna treat you so f-fuck fucking good." He picked up the pace and started ramming into you, hitting the spot inside you that made your toes curl. One of his hands came down to play with your clit while he was hammering into your pussy.

"FUCK RIGHT THERE 'LIX DON'T STOP!" Your moans were getting louder, as were Felix's. You could tell he was close too by the way his cock twitched inside you. It only took a few more good thrusts before you were cumming on his cock.

"Shit baby you're actually cumming on my co- OH FUCK!" You clenched as you came and Felix fell forward at the sensation, his own orgasm taking over him, filling up the condom. He thrusted a few more sloppy thrusts before coming to a stop and laying on top of you panting.

After catching his breath he pulled out of you slowly, wincing at the slight overstimulation, and pulled you into his chest. You sat there holding each other for a few moments until Felix cleared his throat.

"That wasn't like a one time thing right? I mean, I'd like for it not to be..." He was quiet and a little nervous. Cute. You lifted your head and kissed him before anwering.

"Definitely not."

[arkanis-englishupdates]

SUMMARY OF ALL ARKANIS POVs

DAY 28 — 30/09/2024

The day at Valigma starts calm and peaceful, with new art being displayed in the gallery!

Pac shows Alice's memorial completely done, with a message for the deceased secretary made by all the specialists inside a book.

Choke and Tucupi also visit the place with Bankeiro Zé Silva and leave a message in the book.

Zé Silva starts talking to the trio, asking them if, after everything, they wouldn't build a bunker to protect themselves. He says he has a bunker too but he doesn't trust them to show it.

After that, Quel arrives at the place and joins the conversation. (It is said by Pac that Bira traveled to Pedra da Gávea and that's why he's missing) Zé Silva take the opportunity to do a mini quiz about Bira, asking the group when the bar opened (The answer is 1982).

After that, the group splits up and everyone goes their separate ways.

In a conversation with Choke after they met earlier, Quel discovers that in order to get wood without making Arkanya upset, she must not use electrical objects such as the chainsaw that she use previously. Choke asks the bear to stop using the chainsaw and Quel thanks her for the warning, agreeing to stop.

After that, Quel meets with Maethe and the duo go to Pac's house, where Febatista, JVNQ, Guhzera, Milo and Guaxinim met with the owner of the house, Mayor Jota is also at the place.

Jota says he saw the memorial they made for Alice and his heart sank, which is why he came to talk. JVNQ tells the mayor that this is not the time to mourn, but rather to act against Araldo before something happens again.

Jota also reveals that he argued with Araldo, which left him even more helpless and ashamed, as he felt he had no control ("It felt like I was just a puppet"). The group then begins to talk about their suspicions about the Mayor and that they didn't trust him enough. Jota asks what he could be hiding and Quel tells the Mayor that if he is really trustworthy, he should answer some questions.

Here is the transcript of all the questions asked:

JVNQ: Did you already know Bia before she had magic?

Jota: Ever since I met Bia, she has always been the way she is.

Quel: Mayor, now honestly, did you, somewhere in your conscience, know that this could be a consequence of what Araldo planned?

Jota: What did he have planned, guys? I was surprised as much as you by what happened.

Quel: So you know that Araldo manipulates Arkanya?

Jota: No, I discovered it together with you all.

Quel: And do you know how to manipulate Arkanya?

Jota: Me?

Quel: Yes.

Jota: I... [makes sounds nervously] I've studied... I've studied a good part of my life.

Quel: With Bia?

Jota: With Bia... But that's the past. Okay?

Jota says he used to use Arkanya but doesn't do it anymore and Febatista asks if he would use it again if Valigma was in danger. Jota is amazed by Febatista's speech and asks if they want him to use Arkanya again. Who says not necessarily and Jota responds by revealing that he was never a prodigal, then asking if everyone had spoken to Bia.

Transcript of an important question asked by Quel:

Quel: One question before we answer this question for you, sir. Could you tell me what happened to make you stop wanting to manipulate Arkanya?

Jota: A tragedy. Isn't it the truth you want? I was Bia's apprentice. She recruited me while I was little, but that didn't last long. She has known me since I was little, she taught me everything she could teach, but I was a child. And children shouldn't learn everything I learned in record time. I was overwhelmed... I don't know what happened, because I only paid for two years of therapy and I think I would need four more to understand what happened to me. But I carry a lot of guilt, and maybe that's why I want my city to triumph again. Here has been the scene of so many things, and knowing that I caused one of those things is a nightmare to this day. But I want the best for this city. And you all have every right not to trust me, but I do everything I can do.

Guaxi comments that it was difficult to believe him since Jota knew Arkanya and its consequences, and that Jota didn't know about Araldo manipulating Arkanya. The mayor, nervous, says that there was never a demonstration by Arkanya on Araldo's part and that there was no way for him to know. Jota says he couldn't blame himself for what Araldo did to him and continues to do.

JVNQ says mistakes have already been made and will continue to be made if they do nothing. Pac proposes to Jota that the factory be deactivated and Araldo be sent away from the city, and Jota asks how they would do something like that.

Quel finally answers Jota's question, saying what Bia said about him being her apprentice, and asks the Mayor to tell them in more detail about what happened.

Jota asks for their trust to tell them what happened and Gabe, Denix and Coreano arrive and join the conversation.

Transcript of the Mayor's response to Quel's request:

Jota: I learned a lot about Arkanya. About how Arkanya communicates, how people managed to manipulate Arkanya, how she flows, how she passes through everyone, how she is born, all of that. And I learned so much from Bia that maybe I went too far. Part of my trauma in wanting to see this city prosper again is largely because of what I caused in the past. And it is a guilt that I will carry until the end of my life. And until I not bring glory to the city again, I will always be this irreparable wreck of a human being...

Jota: When this city was at rock bottom, I tried to make it flourish again. But I was a child. Bia has never been so clear to me about consequences. I stole one of Bia's Lankyas. I tried to let the minerals in my city flourish again so the people would be happy, have money and rebuild their lives and not leave like they were doing.

Jota: I used Lankya [starts crying] and it was all over... Why do you think I've been in therapy all this time? I know I'm guilty, it hurts me as much as it hurts the families... The families of everyone who died. Half the city died. Everyone fell into the abyss I created. And no one knows that I did this, only Bia. I was just a kid...

After Jota's vent, Quel and everyone present hug Jota as a sign of empathy.

Jota reveals that he wants to correct the mistake he made in the past, and that everything got worse as a child because Bia just completely blamed him, without even helping or comforting him. He says that Bia always did that, never treated him well, and that's also why he hates her. He reveals that Bia had promised to kill Jota, and he had to run away.

Quel adds that Bia also never treated her and Maethe very well after they failed in training.

Jota says he never wants to get involved with Arkanya and Bia again, even if it would cause his death. (Jota also reveals that after manipulating a Lankya like Araldo manipulated, the person becomes weak and needs time to recover).

Pac comments on how he had seen Jota very vulnerable after Alice's death and that he was without his mask, crying. Jota also says that when he met Araldo, he had asked for money, even after everything that happened. He adds that he will try to send an email to Hugo to try to help them (He explains that Hugo works in the government, and that he could help with some bureaucracy to remove Araldo from Valigma).

After the big conversation full of revelations, everyone leaves for their homes and/or bases.

While all this was happening, Araldo calls Wuant to talk and says he can bring Alice back if he wants to see her. Araldo also tells lies to Wuant (saying that Alice's death was an accident and that it shouldn't have happened), leaving him very undecided about his words. They say goodbye at the end of the conversation.

[polyamorousmood]

Hi there,

I was wondering if you’d be able to offer any advice on my situation? I’m in a 6 year t4t monogamous relationship with my girlfriend, I love her very much and we’ve grown a lot together.

Our sex life has been dry for a few years, we’ve kept good communication about this and it’s due to a combination of her HRT tanking her libido, and her bottom dysphoria. She wishes it were different and we’ve tried a few things but nothing so far has helped, and as it stands there’s very little we can do to change this. I do my best to not shame her and thankfully she’s confirmed that I’ve been nothing but supportive and respectful of her.

Unfortunately I do have a sex drive, and although I get off regularly I’ve been daydreaming about fucking others for a long long while. I’ve not acted on it but my rumination routinely consumes hours of my day, and I think that I just need to get railed in order to get out of my head?

Luckily my partner and I have never been jealous types, and from the beginning of our relationship we’ve spoken with positivity and curiosity about opening up in some way, shape, or form. However, it feels wise to start any open or poly dynamic from a point where our relationship is healthy and well so that no one is being used to ‘fix’ to our relationship, and I can’t work out if seeing other people to fulfil my need for sex outside of my nesting partner should be viewed in that way or not?

We both imagined that we’d be dating others at the same time, but as it stands our dynamic would be unequal if I’m the only one excited to do that atm. I’m concerned that wanting to explore a sex life (or maybe more, unsure?) outside of my relationship could end up hurting my partner and anyone new, and I also don’t want to treat people like sex dispensers (if they’re not into that).

I’d appreciate any advise on how to proceed in a kind way, if at all! I’d also love some book recommendations on polyamory if you have any, I want to make sure that I’m well researched before making any decisions.

Thank you for reading, and responding if you do!

🗣📣Casual sex is not Bad. You are allowed to have someone in your life just for sex. It's fine actually.

sorry, I don't even think that's the meat of the issue, it's just the part of this that has the clearest answer. As long as the other person knows all you want is casual sex, it's fine to only have them around for casual sex, whether they're specifically "into" being "used" or not. It's not a kink of mine but it's still something I've done and enjoyed.

So onto your other concerns. You have once again hit upon the fundamental polyamorous virtue: communication. Whether something is okay to do depends entirely on you and your partner(s) so you need to be in constant communication about how everyone is feeling about things.

You're allowed to date someone when they're not, if they're cool with it. You're allowed to casually fuck someone without them if they're cool with it. Etc etc etc.

IF mismatched sex drives is the ONLY problem in a relationship, and they're not going to "take care of you" even when they're not feeling it (no judgement)[if you haven't already explicitly discussed this, start there], then that problem cannot be solved by any other means than you getting sexual fulfillment through other means (speaking from experience😅). And if masturbation just ain't cutting it for you, then it logically is impossible to open the relationship having previously solved this problem. If you have other problems you're ignoring because this one is the easiest to hang everything on, that's a different situation. Having said that, you need to apprise potential partners of the situation -- that you're testing the waters, and if it causes too much

I honestly think the best move here is just to tell her straight up its something you're really struggling with right now, and ask her what way of addressing it feels best to her. Maybe that's weekly unreciprocated head, or you getting a FWB, or you guys trying something new that might not be so triggering for the bottom dysphoria (there is a whole WORLD 🌍🌎🌏of possibilities, my friend), or a threesome, or phone sex, or maybe investing in one of those fucking machines would be worth it for you idk. HOWEVER, before you have that conversation, you need to be as sure as you reasonably can about what degree this is negotiable for you. Think HARD about whether you'd still want to sleep with someone else even if you were fucking her every night. Then, when you broach the subject with her, be honest. That may make the conversation difficult, but a relationship of 6 years should be able to take it. Maybe come prepared with reassurances you love her and don't want to jeopardize the relationship, though, just to be safe.

[knightyoomyoui]

The Tale Of The Bloodline | TWICE MiSaMo (Mina, Sana & Momo) x M/F Reader- CHAPTER 11: “The Myoui's Acknowledgment Celebration Goes Wrong”

I'm back!

I know I've said this when I updated the TWICE x Reader one-shot book on my actual return, but lemme do this as I began to revive all my works that were left undone during my hiatus.

Speaking of hiatus, I'm sorry if yours truly took months of break away from writing. Your boy wasn't been treated well by the world but you know, you gotta find ways to keep on going and nevermind everything that's stopping you from making your life goes on, right?

Anyways, let's get these right back up as here you go, it's been since last year when I last updated this book, and boyyy the story is about to expand more as what's also been going on with The Bloodline's storyline right now in WWE (which is fucking fantastic again, if yall gonna ask me what I have to say about it. Can't wait for WrestleMania XL btw!)

I hope you enjoy the return of The Holy Trinity back in the ring to continue the tale, everyone!

PREVIOUSLY ON TTOTB CHAPTER 9 [The Reason Why]...

"Here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna take that "Honorary"away, and I'm gonna make her our official Bloodline's muse." Yuta said as he points out at Sana's scarf around her neck, with YN now back at being seriousness even though the glimpse of how he surrendered herself from Sana's irresistable effect is still visible.

YN gave Yuta an incomprehensible look, muttering "You can't be serious, cous?!" but Yuta just nodded back at him and points his head. "Use the time well, think wisely."

"Well ladies and gentlemen, I think The Empire Chief has called an end to this segment. Please catch your Empire Chief LIVE and in person from all around the world next time on Friday Night Knockdown." Jinyoung said as he gave his closing remark in regards to The Bloodline, doing a mic drop before the arena played Yuta's theme again.

The show ended with The Bloodline as Yuta walked out on the ring first followed by Jinyoung, Mina, and Momo until YN and Sana were the last ones. Sana gave a cheeky smile on him in which he blushed before quickly rolling his eyes back and ignoring her to hid it away.

1 WEEK LATER | November 4, 2022

The camera switches to the Bloodline members gathered around in their locker room. Momo is in her usual pose, elbows tucked against each other along with her poker face, Mina with her cool demeanor, YN with the angst and Sana looking hyper as ever.

"Girls, we are rolling, we are rolling, we are ROLLINGGG!!! Oh, The Bloodline is rolling right now!" Sana exclaimed in glee. "Roman is current handling business on his own..."

"Yup." Mina goes along with Sana's speech, responding to the words she's saying while nodding her head at the vibe.

"So are you girls against BLACKPINK..."

"Yeah."

"And when you do, you girls were on the verge of breaking the all-time record as the longest Tag Team Champions in the history! You're there!" Sana clapped as she gave much emphasis at how important the last words should mean for the twins who are gonna face BLACKPINK tonight for the said mission.

"Yeah we're near there, and that means we're about to go out there right now and tell BLACKPINK what's about to happen tomorrow when they mess at us!" YN answered. Sana paused for a second as she looked confused. Mina and Momo looked at you too.

"With there? At the ring?"

"Right now."

Sana snorted and nervously laughs before proceeding to speak. "Uhm, YN... we talked about it okay?..."

Another complain coming from the Honorary Muse, blocking away your intention to do what you think is the right thing to do. That prompted you to remove the Tag Title belts on your shoulder frustratingly as blood began to boil again on your head.

"...and I feel like we're making some absolute progress here hmm?" Sana continued as you tried to intimidatingly staredown at her while waiting for her to finish talking. Mina is just watched the two's tension starting to grow again between each other.

"Can you please not do that? Going out there in the ring? There's no need the reason for it, the match is made, you get a good night sleep, you go beat BLACKPINK, you go on the record that's right there at the corner. There's no reason-" Sana's enumeration got interrupted when YN burst out the anomaly spotted behind those lines.

"Okay okay, so just because you're only one step ahead on becoming an official muse of The Bloodline, you think you're in change of me?" YN mocks Sana. Mina and Momo are just guarding them stressfully. "Because of what Yuta said huh? Hey, check this out: this ain't no Bloodline thing, it's exclusive only as The Myouis thing. We are tag team champions before you, and we will be still the tag team championship long after you're gone, Sana.", you pointed at her.

Sana only stared at you seriously who nudges your elbow at the back of Mina's arm to signal yourselves that they have to leave. As you disappeared at the scene, it left Mina looking at Sana apologetically.

"He's got a point, Sha." Mina's lips tilted and she shrugged before she departed too.

Sana and Momo were the ones left remaining inside the locker room. "Wait, Mina please don't go, girls don't go..." Sana beggingly tried to call their attention but went no effect.

"Why why why...oh well, they're gone." She slumped her hands on her waist, head bowing down in disappointment.

Meanwhile, The Myouis exit backstage to appear inside the arena, making their entrance to the ramp as they are scheduled for a segment tonight in the ring. They posed and bragged with their Tag Team Titles on the ropes before they grabbed microphones eached for their speech to be heard.

As their theme ended, it revealed the echoing boos from the crowd they received. The twins remained nonchalant, as it's part of being their bad guy routine anyway to piss people off but still remain undeniable.

"HEY HEY, THE BLOODLINE IS NOW IN YOUR CITY!!!" You shouted before you raised your finger to the sky followed by Mina to perform the signature gesture of your stable.

"Hey, brother / sister, we are on our way baby" Mina said to you with a large interested grin plastered in her face.

"To what?"

"We are on way to a history-making when it starts tomorrow night at Crystal Doom as the longest reigning Tag Team Champions EVER!" Mina clarified, hitting a preview for the viewers for what's most likely about to come this coming Saturday as they go on a fight with BLACKPINK in another pay-per-view event.

The crowd was divided in the chant, some are continously throwing boos while others began mentioning the unintentional joke that Sana made you embarassed and almost laugh at how silly it is.

You rolled your eyes at that flashback and avoided your gaze away at the crowd as shyness starts to become evident on your expression. "And it all starts with BLACKPINK. Yeah, that color group because YOU THE TWOS, AND WE... THE... ONES!" Both you and Mina proudly raised your fingers again before the crowd got uplifted as the titantron and the theme of MAMAMOO played in the arena.

The Myouis gazed annoyingly at the stage, watching the duo Solar and Moonbyul make their way into the ring.

"Hold up hold up hold up..." Solar was the first to speak while they're walking.

"Let's pump the brakes right now." Moonbyul followed.

"Slow it down...

"Take a second..."

"Just stop, stop..." Solar tells the twins. "At Crystal Doom, it's gonna be The Myouis vs. The BLACKPINK for the Japan Federation Tag Team Championships, and to be honest... we all root for BLACKPINK." she made it clear who they despise as they reached the ringside and approach the steel stairs.

They entered the ring, and stepped foot in front of The Myouis letting them talk their talk. "But if there's some Bloodline luck on yall and win against BLACKPINK then retain those titles, then we need you both to understand one thing." Moonbyul said as Mina following her glares.

"When you're on that plane, flying back home, as soon as you both got back down and step here in Japanese soil, you will have the longest reigning World Tag Team Champions waiting to tear you both from limb to limb in order to protect our legacy!"

The crowd cheered. Mina and YN nodded and smirking impressively at their challenge while being too boastful deep inside of them that they're just gonna be another obstacle to pass in their journey.

"In other words, we got next!" Solar simplified their plans in one sentence. They want the turn for the titles.

Moonbyul raises her mic to make the crowd cheering for their team name to be heard louder. Mina and YN mocked them as they presented the titles gripped around their hands. They went away from the microphones and traded barbed words at each other off mic as things slowly get fuming up between the two most legendary tag team in the company's modern history.

In the middle of their confrontation, it was surprisingly interrupted by a sudden blindside attack by BLACKPINK who hit both Mina and YN on their backs, sending them down on the mat.

Rosé and Jisoo are now standing face to face with Moonbyul and Solar who met their arrival.

After seconds of silence and staredown, their minds had one thing in common, and their intrusive thought won as each pair attacks The Myouis. Moonbyul and Jisoo is stomping YN while Solar and Rosé is doing the same thing on Mina.

"MAMAMOO and BLACKPINK are teaming up against The Myouis!" commentator Knight Yoo calls the scenario on the ring.

"Both in kahoots with their common enemies!" his partner Lee Kwang-soo added a remark as they watch the ongoing outnumbered advantage of attacks being given to The Myouis.

That didn't last long when Minatozaki Sana and Hirai Momo of The Bloodline came down rushing to the ramp to help their members.

MAMAMOO turned around as they noticed additional footsteps from behind. They were then met by a strong clothesline by The Fighting Machine of The Bloodline.

Sana then charged at Rosé and the two traded hits around their bodies. Jisoo then ran at Momo and cradled her from behind, trapping her into a choke.

Momo grunted as she uses her full strength to push Jisoo upwards until she got placed on top on her shoulders before being slammed down hard on the ring.

Sana dodged Rosé's hit and pushed her towards Momo who greeted her with a loud superkick straight to the face.

Momo is completely decimating the chaos in the ring. She picks up Jisoo and throws her out of the ring through the ropes while Mina goes for a superkick also on Moonbyul.

Joining your twin, you superkicked Solar also as soon as she got right back up on her feet, having her rolled out of the ring. All of The Bloodline members remained and the only enemy they have left with them is Rosè who is still hurting from Momo's superkick.

They all pointed at the poor helpless fighter. Momo and Sana picks up Rosé while you and Mina readied yourselves in a distance. They pushed her to receive a thunderous double superkick from The Myouis.

Rosé was knocked out while The Bloodline marches around the ring to boast at everyone watching who owns the show and who is on the top here.

Sana then directed Mina and YN to climb up to the ropes to do one more devastating assault. They followed the Honorary Muse and they both prepared to jump high for a double frog splash down through Rosé's broken body.

However, it didn't happen when thankfully Jisoo came back in for a rescue and this time in a much more effective way. Bringing the classic strong style in her, she brought a steel chair with her and quickly smashes it on Momo and Sana before she scares off The Myouis out from the turnbuckles.

She was so distracted that she didn't realized that Momo came back up and surprises her with a superkick to shut her off. She they hurriedly hooks Jisoo and performs her finisher Spinning Momo as she slams her hard again on the ring.

Momo lets out a battlecry before she checks upon her co-members. "And tonight, The Bloodline unifies. Tonight, on the same page. Tonight, protecting the family." Knight Yoo reacted.

The Bloodline members rolled out of the ring, leaving the damage they have done on their opponents as they end their segment for this week's episode of Knockdown.

3 DAYS LATER | November 7, 2022

Following Monday Night War, The Bloodline opened the show with the still defending Japan Federation World Tag Team Champions The Myouis with Hirai Momo successfully defended the titles against BLACKPINK this past Saturday at Crystal Doom pay-per-view event held in the Philippines.

They were interrupted by MAMAMOO who still has scores to settle against them after receiving attacks last Friday night.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in just 4 days on Friday night, you are looking at the longest Japan World Tag Team Champions in history defending our reign against the current Tag Team Champions, The Myouis." Moonbyul confirmed to everybody about their upcoming match this week with them.

"But... but... listen to us when we say you both the truth that after match, we will become the champions once again and most importantly, our reign of 483 days before will never be broken." Moonbyul smirked.

"Look, wait... we gave yall your promise right? Hell of a tag team."

"Also record-breakers." YN agreed to his/her sister.

"Breaking down barriers..."

"And multiple tag team champions too." They kept continuing on mentioning MAMAMOO's accomplishments before. "You know, I'm proud of yall."

"I'm really proud too."

"Yeah, and these people must be so proud of yall too." Mina included the crowd who proved her thoughts correct as they cheered. "Even me would be so proud, it must have feel so great to become... the SECOND greatest tag-team champions of all time."

Mina laughed as the crowd switched into boos.

"Wait, did they said 'second best'?" Moonbyul asked with a weirded reaction. "You two must have forgotten: we still hold the record, so that means YOU are chasing US." She said as she pointed back and forth at them to theirs.

"That means you're chasing the girls who built this place from ground to up. You two are chasing the girls who changed what Tag Team wrestling should be in Japan. Lastly, you two are chasing us who are first-generational superstars." Moonbyul referred to their team.

"You see, you all had people cuddling and holding you two around teaching you how to do this. You both got tryouts baaed from what your families did before you!" Moonbyul continued to spit some facts against their famous rivals. YN and Mina are getting sour at their reality check.

"You two have built your legacy from the backs of your cousins, your uncles, your fathers, grandfathers while WE built our legacy from our OWN BACKS!" The crowd then cheered louder at how harshly true she's beginning to be.

"You don't know about the pressure we've been on before!" Mina argued back, not letting theirselves getting humiliated. "What do you know about pressure, huh? What do you know about making a name for yourself, coming from a family like ours!"

"They don't!" YN assisted. "Yall have never been in the ring with our family before!"

"Nope!"

"Do you know who belongs in the ring here with you now?"

"Talk to them!"

"It's the perfect definition of what two tag-team are!"

"Yeah!"

"Since day one, we the ones!"

"Yeah!"

"YN and Mina... we are THE MYOUIS!!!" YN exclaimed as loud as he/she can get to release the fire building up inside of him/her.

"NOW THAT'S PRESSURE!" Mina bragged about the intensity of the exchange of their lines to slap back against these two biggest haters of their careers in front of them. The crowd were very impressed at their mic skills and how they were able to return back the favor after being destroyed by Solar and Moonbyul earlier.

Moonbyul stepped forward and eyed sharply at both YN and Mina. "Do. Not. Speak. To. Us. Like. You. Know. What. Pressure. Is.

PRESSURE is when you are roaming at the backstage, not knowing if you'll get fired someday. PRESSURE is when you want to try other things outside of this company just to see if it'll work and provide you higher rate of survival in your daily life. PRESSURE is when you put three of the most important women together in one team only to get booed at first, so don't you both dare speak to us like YOU KNOW WHAT REAL PRESSURE FEELS LIKE!"

The crowd is getting wild from their positive reactions at the sight of this masterclass of a segment between these two professional teams going personal within each other.

Moonbyul and Solar heard their names being chanted and they appreciated it wholeheartedly. "Do you hear that? Because they know what we've been through. That all those pressure has what turned us into DIAMONDS!"

"DIAMONDS? You talking about those diamonds in your crown?" Mina retorted, referring to when Moonbyul won a tournament before and crowned as the 'Queen of the Battleground' only to get destroyed by The Bloodline, especially Yuta Nakamoto who smashed her accessories.

"Those diamonds must be those jewels that our cousin Yuta Nakamoto stomped in?" Mina and YN scoffed and chuckled as they teased Moonbyul who is getting offended.

"Poor you, cuz look at us, we got the real diamonds around here now!" Mina and YN then raised their title belts above.

"And about you, Solar..." YN focused on her this time after being quiet while letting her friend Moonbyul talk about their frustrations. Solar's attention got taken, as she stares directly at YN.

"If we haven't forfeited in that turmoil years ago, there will never be a WrestleTopia moment for you!" The crowd ooh-ed at how brutal that fact was. The Myouis were talking about that moment 3 years ago when they were babyface at that time, they helped Solar win the whole gauntlet match by forfeiting their spot so that she can advantage on the last opponent in which she won and granted her a world title match at the main event of WrestleTopia. Months later, she won and had her first world title win.

"Remember that? We gave you that chance and that moment! Having your kids running around and taking pictures with you, so you're welcome Solar!" YN sarcastically told her. "As a matter of fact, don't even show up on Friday.  Just stay home with your kids and let us do what we always do."

Solar sneezed and shook her head before replying to YN. "Stay home with my kids, huh. What kind of mother would I be if I chose to forfeit such an important match from the likes of... you?"

YN got insulted, her smirk shrinked. "You don't understand what this reign means for us. For yall it's just another accomplishment, another championship but for us, this represents us back in the times when we started with a lame concept that nobdoy should've ever overcame that, BUT WE DID!

It represents a time when we come for work, clawing and scratching all we have just to fight to attain a resemblance of what a success of  team should be like for this industry, all to be told by many that we suck but we did that!

And lastly, it represents a time... that might be the last time that us, MAMAMOO as whole who will elevate you in the process so... no. We will not forfeit in this match just to let yall continue to reign."

Solar and Moonbyul has made their final decision, dropping their mics as well as The Myouis who has no other chouce but to accept the determination and bravery of these two tp step on the plate and challenge them for one of the richest prize in the industry.

They raised the title belts and they all looked up at it, mesmerized and motivated that either of them will become a champion this Friday night on their showdown.

4 DAYS LATER | November 11, 2022

The Bloodline once again opens up the show but this time, for this weeks Friday Night Knockdown and it is understandable when the people know that it has been announced that tonight, The Empire Chief is gonna pay another city a visit to lead a "Bloodline Acknowledgment Ceremony" for The Myouis once they win against MAMAMOO (in which they did, making them now the longest reigning Tag Team Champs of all time earlier at the show), and for them to...

"...RECOGNIZE ME!" Yuta Nakamoto yelled on his command, making the rest of The Bloodline (except for Sana who is absent for a day-off due to personal matters) and most of the crowd raising their ones to the sky for the current World Champion. YN felt a weird reflex when your head moved on it's way and your eyes lingered around, someone's missing beside you. You realized that Sana wasn't there. Furrowing your eyebrows, it had your perplexed why of all the members of your group, she's the one you sought to find first.

The special adviser for The Bloodline, Park Jinyoung took the opportunity to speak next about the topic he has in store for the public. You shook your head to focus yourself back on the most relevant subject here. "Ladies and gentlemen, your Empire Chief and I were having a discussion on the private jet flying onto this hellhole..." The crowd of Yokohama then booed loudly at him for insulting their city. Jinyoung was shocked as he spun around to witness the whole audience hating him.

He went silent to enjoy the whiny voice echoing around the arena before proceeding to speak. "MAMAMOO vs The Myouis is not a good sports rivalry. MAMAMOO aren't gonna compare to The Myouis. No team can! The longest reigning tag team champions in the history lives on the Island Of Relevancy and now, MAMAMOO has been cast out of the Ocean of Obsecurity like any other beings who stepped up against The Empire Chief... Tbe Highness Of The Land... and your Japan Combat Federation World Champion, Yuta Nakamoto."

Jinyoung said, praising the stable he's managing. He then passed the mic on Yuta after gesturing him to do so.

"It's not easy to be my cousin. Our whole lives, everyone has been acknowledging me for my greatness. And honestly, I never thought I'll see this moment to come." Yuta said as he walked back and forth on delivering his speech. "YN... Mina..."

Yuta paused when they heard the theme of BLACKPINK play, ruining their celebration. Rosé and Jisoo came out with microphones in their hand.

"You see, we're sick of The Bloodline using numbers game every week." Rosé spoke up. "Well, tonight... it's fight night! And we... got some backup."

A familar theme hits the speakers, causing the crowd to erupt in joy. Rosé and Jisoo got hyped up to see a close friend return in one piece.

Lisa Manoban confidently makes her appearance, with a bandage wrapped around her arm.

"It is indeed fight night! The woman who The Bloodline took out of action with a fractured elbow is back!" Knight Yoo exclaimed on the commentary.

She began to speak, but the crowd nor even The Bloodline can hear what she's saying. The microphone is having a technical difficulty, but Lisa kept on continuing to speak through stutters.

Yuta laughed out loud. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA what is this? Y-you can't even get the microphone work, I mean come on! What are you gonna do now?"

Lisa sighed and got a little bit pissed off at the technical team for embarassing her at her return but she just placed it aside and walked with Rosé and Jisoo on the ramp, approaching the ring.

"You see, Yuta..." Lisa's voice is now loud and clear. "I have no problem saying it to your face when the truth of the matter is that..."

Rosé and Jisoo instead sprinted through the ring as Lisa secretly tasked them to get distracted. She follows her friends as BLACKPINK collided with The Myouis while she went forward against Hirai Momo.

Yuta Nakamoto disgustingly watched the whole mess around him before he decided to join the fray by stomping on Jisoo. It has became a 4 on 3 assault, with The Bloodline slowly punishing BLACKPINK.

Yuta was about to boast the domination they're having in the ring but he got interrupted when the titantron plays the theme of "The Korean Warrior" Kim Jennie, eliciting another loud cheers from the fans.

All reactions from The Bloodline was shock and disbelief as they didn't expect that Jennie would help her former friends, but little did they know that because of the assault and what they did on Lisa's elbow a month ago has  made BLACKPINK to change from heels to babyfaces in order to battle against The Bloodline.

Mina came rushing on Jennie but she presented her with a big boot, then rapidly rushed through the ring before YN approaches her next, only to receive a beadbutt.

Jennie then goes face to face with the woman who costs her the World Championship back at her homeland in Clash In The Combat months ago, Hirai Momo. The two stares down at each other before they unloaded exchange blows at one another.

Momo slapped Jennie hard but she bounced back on the ropes and clotheslined Momo. She then received a sneaky big boot by Yuta who was watching their fight.

Yuta then knuckled Jennie's top of the head until Lisa gets back up and spun Yuta around, turning his attention on her as she passed couple of hits around his face.

He then stopped her attacks by wrapping her around the waist and carried her on the turnbuckle to unleash some bumps on her midsection. The rest of the Bloodline and BLACKPINK then went on to continue attacking each other around the ring, giving the viewers a possible hint of a future feud and a match to come.

The show ends with the security and backstage personnels arrive in the ring to break up the brawl beween The Bloodline and BLACKPINK as the time runs out to air.

[cosmic-d1ce]

fml is back forever has been gone too long

Etoiles watches the man with an odd fascinantion. He isn't quite sure why he's so interested in Phil, but he always has been. Since he ended up on this island, he had always wanted to know more about Phil.

Phil is the only person here that Etoiles was unsure of. He had properly met everyone else long ago, but never Phil. It seems like it's not completely by choice, something keeps him away from the new arrivals. It's strange and Etoiles is almost certain this is what intrigues him so much.

A few people had told Etoiles that Phil used to be good friends with everyone. Especially Fit. That's who he asks when he becomes curious about the whole thing. He can't keep his interest concealed anymore, he has to ask eventually.

The answer he gets is unexpected.

"Phil just... He doesn't want anything to do with us anymore. One day, he disappeared, left his kids, his husband, his friends and everything behind and never came back." Fit explains with some vague hand gestures.

Etoiles tilts his head. "But he's right here. He's at the Favela with Cellbit and Badboy."

"Yeah but he's not here. He used to live on the wall, with Missa and Chayanne but he left. He's still on the island but that doesn't mean he's still with us, if that makes any sense?" Fit asks. He's trying to convey a feeling that he isn't sure how to translate.

"So, he's different? Something changed him so much it's like he's not even here." Etoiles guesses.

"Yeah! Like that. He's so different I hardly even recognize him. He's not the guy I knew, he's nothing like him." Fit shrugs with a defeated seeming sigh.

"Do you know why?"

"No! That's the worst part, nobody fucking knows why! He just... Decided he didn't want anything to do with us anymore."

"But he's with people right now?"

"Because he's like- an honorary Brazilian. It's weird! He started dating Forever and just... left." Fit groans. "We don't know what happened."

It was a strange thing, Etoiles wasn't quite sure what to make of it. What Fit told him was not a full picture, an incomplete story. The wrong side. He tries the Brazilians, each one brushes him off with varying levels of anxiety. He tries not to ask when Phil is around, but now that he's really thinking about it, he never does see Phil away from them.

And now that he's paying attention, Phil seems to sustain a new injury each day. He's limping more than usual today, Etoiles notices. The next day, he can't even stand. What is really happening here? He has to ask Phil.

He does.

He decides that the only chance he'll get is when Phil is sat alone. He feels bad interrupting his alone time but he has to know.

"Philza!" Etoiles calls, making the man in question jump. He seems much more afraid than a normal person should be.

Phil doesn't respond, doesn't speak as Etoiles sits next to him.

"I don't think we've really spoken before! I've heard a lot of things about you. Varied opinions from many people." Etoiles laughs, watching Phil for an expression change. It doesn't seem like he's taking in anything that Etoiles is saying.

It's sad.

"Are you... okay?" Etoiles tries to ask.

Phil curls in on himself, pulling his knees closer to his chest as he pointedly ignores the man.

"Are you going to speak to me?"

A muffled noise comes in response. It's not a word. Hardly even a sound, Etoiles almost misses it.

"I wanted to ask you something." Etoiles says regardless.

Phil glances at him.

Etoiles takes it as a go-ahead.

"What happened? With you and Forever?"

Phil's eyes dart away.

"Something bad, I guess." Etoiles laughs, watching for Phil's reaction.

Phil gives no response.

"I've heard from others that something... Bad happened when you and him got together. I don't think that's your fault. I don't want to believe them when I haven't heard from you."

Phil is silent for a long moment. Etoiles almost speaks again before Phil finally gives a verbal response.

"I never wanted this." He chokes out, voice strained and quiet.

Etoiles smiles with satisfaction, "I didn't think you did. He took you?"

Phil nods. "I'm not supposed to tell anyone."

"Because he'll hurt you?" Etoiles asks, although he already knows the answer. Confirmation comes in a small nod. "Am I the only one that knows?"

Phil shakes his head. "The Brazilians all know, and Quackity."

That shocks Etoiles. "They know? And they do nothing?"

"They can't do anything."

"Why not?! What is wrong with them? Do they not care?" Etoiles can't help the spark of anger that ignites in his chest.

"They don't want to hurt Forever." Phil's voice drops to a mutter. He sounds like he doesn't want to admit it.

"They'd rather you get hurt instead?" Etoiles exclaims, disbelief evident in his tone.

Phil shrinks in on himself again. "They don't want to lose him. They're family." His voice catches in his throat.

Etoiles hesitates, "Are you not too?"

"Not like Forever." Phil shakes his head. "What they have is special. Different."

"Hm. I see." Etoiles looks down at his lap. "Well, you can be my family. Why don't you come with me and Pomme tomorrow?"

Phil lifts his head, a look of confusion and disbelief painting his features. "I... I don't know if I can."

"Baghera can. She's Forever's sister, you know?" Etoiles laughs. "Come on! It will be fun."

A moment passes, silence fills the air between them. The wind blows, the leaves rustle. It's calm.

"I'd like that."

[simpforfandoms]

Here with me

a/n: I got my wisdom teeth out and I’m high on pain killers rn so I don’t know what this is also it's been like a year since I've last uploaded I've just haven't had the motivation whoops. Also requests are open so please request I'm running out of ideas.

pairing: dick grayson x fem!reader (probably could be read as gender neutral)

summary: reader got broken up with by a text of all things

genre: angst, hurt with comfort, tooth-rotting fluff at the end

word count: 2665

warnings: language, not proofread

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“you’re nice and all but I don’t think this is going to work out.”

You’re heart drops. You read the text over and over again. Guess he lives up to his name. What kind of person ends it over text? You don’t know how to respond. A million thoughts at once fill your head. Do you respond with a whole ass paragraph begging him not to leave you? Do you call him? Do you run over to his work? What the fuck do you do? Your finger hovers over the call button. If you call him would he even answer? What could you do to salvage this relationship? It wouldn’t be the same if you could fix the relationship. Doubt would fill your brain. More doubt than you already had. In retrospect, you should’ve seen this coming. Dick Grayson is a beautiful human sent from the heavens above. And you? Well, you’re just you. It was stupid of you to think that a guy like him could ever love a gal like you. You check the time.

5:48

You know Dick can see that you read the text for almost six minutes now. You freak out and reply with the first thing you could think of.

“Okay”

He reads it almost instantly.

And just like that, it’s over. Almost a three-year-long relationship. Down the fucking drain. It’s funny it seemed like only 2 hours ago he was telling you how much he loved you and missed you. Where did you go wrong? You’ve done nothing but been there for him. You’ve been a good girlfriend. Maybe not the best. Definitely not Barbara. Barbara. Her name brings a funny taste to your tongue. A pit in your stomach forms. She’s everything you’re not and more. He probably reconnected with her and realized that he’s better off with her. Oh my fucking god why can’t you be better. Be better. Be fucking better. So many words that you want to say to him. Please being the most frequent one. You want to cry. Scream. Anything. But you can’t. It’s like you’re paralyzed. You’re hands are shaking as you find the caller ID and quickly push it.

“hey what’s up?”

“me and dick broke up?” You say it almost like a question.

“What oh my god! What happened?!?! I’ll kill him”

“Babs I need you to be completely honest.” You say gulping, “did you have anything to do with it?”

“No of course not,” she says

Of course she didn’t. She might be Dick’s ex but she wouldn’t betray you. A part of you hates yourself for ever thinking that.

“I’m coming over right now” you hear a muffled voice in the background but before you could ask she hangs up.

Weird but you didn’t have time to focus on that. You just got dumped. You can’t say you didn’t see it coming. You don’t know what hurts worse, being broken up with or believing that for once you were worthy of love. People say that “you accept the love you think you deserve.” If that’s true than why the hell were you and dick together. Dick is the most perfect boyfriend. Maybe it was all a mask. Maybe he didn’t actually love you. A small part of you hope that its not true, but the logical more realistic part know that it was all just a fantasy. A beautiful fantasy, but a fantasy nevertheless. You wish you could cry. You feel like everyone else in this situation would cry. Maybe it’s because you’re still in denial. You’re still hoping for Dick to say this is some sick joke.

•

1 hour earlier

“You don’t understand I love her!” Dick retorts.

“Dick you don’t understand. Y/n’s a civilian. Telling her, hell even dating her puts her at risk. I am ordering you, not asking you, to break up with her.” Bruce says.

Dick takes a long exaggerated sigh. Leave it to Bruce to turn innocently declaring that he was going to propose into a full-blown argument. His brothers sit and watch patiently. As if they’re waiting for a lion to attack. Barbara, on the other hand, is waiting for a chance to speak. After all, you are her best friend, she has to do everything she can to prevent you from getting hurt. By that, she means mentally. She has no doubt in her mind that Dick can protect you. Honestly, she found it heartwarming that Dick had come to her for the approval of the engagement ring. She only regrets suggesting that he tells Bruce.

“Bruce I’m not a kid anymore you can’t boss me around.”

“Think about all the people we have lost because they knew our identity. If you truly loved this girl you would set her free.”

Dick mutters something under his breathe. Barley auditable. Something along the lines of “I don’t want to”

•

knock

knock

You don’t bother to answer the door you know it’s Barbara. You know she has a key.

“Oh honey I’m so sorry!” She says as she runs over to hug you.

“It’s okay it’s not like your the reason he broke up with me.”

You notice a falter in Barbara’s face. She showed a tinge of guilt but as quickly as it appeared it went away.

“I know but I’m still sorry” she says.

“Y’know it’s funny Babs I thought I was gonna marry him. For a moment there I thought he felt the same. It was stupid of me. I turned a blind eye to him coming home late all the time. It shouldn’t have been such a big shock. I guess in the back of my mind i always knew there was someone else. I guess I should pack up my shit and get the fuck out of here. I don’t think I can handle looking into eyes without crumbling.” Tears begin to fall.

Barbara does nothing more than squeeze you tighter. A reassuring comfort that it’s not your fault. You know she knows something you don’t know and only wish she could tell you, but you also know that maybe she won’t tell you to keep you safe. You think about, if she knows that dick broke up with you because of someone else, maybe she’s just saving all the pain that comes with feeling you’re not enough. But she also has to know that you already feel your not enough. You pull away from the hug to look her in her eyes. Searching for answers. You grab her hands in yours.

“Babs if you know something I don’t please tell me, I know you want to protect me but please I assure you that I already have self doubt and if you tell me that there was for sure someone else all that could bring is closure. So please for the love of god tell me.”

She suddenly pulls away breaking eye contact.

“No! It’s not that- it’s uh. It’s all my fault Y/n. I’m so sorry.” She says in a hush voice covering her face in guilt.

As if your heart couldn’t possibly break it more, it feels betrayal.

“Babs were you the other woman?” You say not understanding.

“Oh my god of course not.” She turns her head to look at you. “I would never ever do that to you”

“Then how is it your fault?” You question confusion mixed with sadness on your face.

She turns away again.

“It’s just- oh god. I promised dick I wouldn’t tell you.” She closes her eyes and gulps. “A week ago Dick came to me asking to help pick out an engagement ring for you. He was going to propose.” She then looks at you searching for any reaction.

“He was? I don’t get it then why would he break up with me?”

“I convinced him that he should tell Bruce and all, thinking that Bruce would want to know. It ended up turning into a big argument. In the end Bruce convinced him to break up with you.” She sighs once again looking at your confusion ridden face.

“I still don’t get it. Bruce loves me. Why wouldn’t he want Dick to marry me?” You question.

“What Dick does for a living is dangerous.”

“I’m fine with him being a cop, he knows that.”

“No, it’s not just that. What we all do for a living is dangerous. Bruce likes you, he does. At first, he didn’t think you and Dick would last so he never thought that your relationship would get to the point where Dick would have to tell you the truth, but Dick had other plans. So when Dick told him he wanted to marry you, well-“ She stops taking a deep breath, “Bruce knew that marrying you would mean Dick would have to tell you the truth. So he told Dick that the only way to keep you safe was to break it off and if he truly loved you he would set you free.”

“How is any of that your fault?” You ask.

“Well after Dick stormed away I followed him to convince him not to break up with you. But he wouldn’t budge. He believed it would be selfish to continue your relationship while putting you jeopardy. He sacrificed his own happiness for your safety. He said he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something ever happened to you. I knew he wouldn’t budge so I at least tried to get him to break up with you in person but he knew if he saw you he would never be able to do it. You called me after it happened Dick begged me not to tell me anything but here we are” She finishes with tears in her eyes.

“None of that is your fault, Babs.” You say as you pull her into a hug.

She chuckles dryly, “I’m the one who should be comforting you.”

You both laugh through the tears.

“I still have one question though. What does he do for a living?”

Barbara stops laughing and contemplates telling you. She eventually stares you in the eyes and says barley above a whisper “he’s nightwing”

Though you barley heard it, you’re eyes widened. Suddenly everything made sense. The late nights. The excessive bruises. The leaving dates early. It was like the final piece of the puzzle.

“Where is he?” You say though you already know the answer.

You get up from the couch, grab your keys and are almost out the door til you hear babs say “Y/n please don’t tell him I told you”

You stop for a moment and say, “Thank you Babs” and rush out the door.

•

“Dude I can’t believe you actually listened to the old man” Jason says.

“I don’t need your shit Jason.” Dick mumbles on the Wayne manor sofa.

“I’m just saying, you’re in love with her. Everyone can see that.”

“That’s why I had to!” Dick yells, standing up.

Jason stands back, seemly pushing Damian in front of him as if it’s his turn to talk some sense into Dick.

“What Todd is trying to say is, it’s absurd that you of all people would take Father’s advice about love seeing how miserable he is.” Damian states.

“Ya, Bruce doesn’t know shit about relationships, even I can see that” Duke chimes in from across the room, not even looking up from his book.

"You wanna know why he can't seem to keep a relationship? Because he lets his fear consume him." Tim says bluntly.

"Yeah take Tim for example isn't he dating a civilian? Benard? Nothing has happened to him" Jasons says.

"Well, I wouldn't say nothing" Tim replies.

"Shut up, I'm trying to make a point." Jason sighs, "He's not dead is he?"

"Yeah, Tim and Benard seem to be going strong," someone chimes in from the doorway.

That voice. Dick could recognize that voice anywhere. They all turn to look at you. Jason is the first one that turns back towards Dick.

"See y/n gets it." He shrugs

"Yeah, I do."

There is a moment of silence. The silence is so loud. The tension so thick. The boys seem to notice this and walk away. Jason gives Dick a look that reads, "Don't fuck this up, lover boy"

When the boys all leave the room, leaving you and Dick alone, you walk towards him. Dick's piercing blue eyes stare into yours. Almost questioning you, as to say "what are you doing here".

"You didn't really think I'd let you break up with me over text, did you?" You smile.

Dick can't help it, he smiles back. Even though it's silent, you both are saying a million words to each other. He can look into your eyes for eternity. He can't believe he broke up with you without getting to see those gorgeous eyes again. But as much as he wants to keep looking, he can't, he knows if he does, he'll come running back to you. He knows if he does that, he'll never see those pretty eyes again. The reality of the matter hits him. He breaks eye contact, turning away and crossing his arms, as a way to say "please leave". You however have other plans. You come closer to him barely an inch away from him. You take his face into your hands and turn his head towards you. He tightly closes his eyes.

"Dick, please look at me." You say.

"I can't," he whispers.

"Why?"

He sighs closing his eyes even tighter. "You know why."

You silently remove your hands from his face, sliding them down to his chest. You sigh, about to remove your hands completely until he untucks his arms and lightly grabs your wrists. He looks down, finally looking into your eyes.

"Please don't go yet," He says.

"Dick I need you to tell me the truth"

You search his eyes for a sign, anything at all. What you find is remorse.

"Y'know I love you" You say

"I know."

"Dick you can tell me anything"

He sighs, "You already know the truth"

"But I need to hear it from you"

He sighs again, this time deeper. He stares into your eyes almost pleading with you so he won't have to say it because if he does it makes all of this a reality. The harsh reality that he'll either have to love you from afar, or put you in jeopardy because of him. He'd rather stay here with you in complete bliss. As long as he's with you he's complete. He can't imagine you gone. Alive but gone or dead and gone. He wishes things were simpler. In another time or maybe another universe, he thinks.

"I'm Nightwing"

You burst you laughing. Making Dick confused, but he couldn't help but start chuckling with you.

"My fiance's Nightwing" You start singing.

When you eventually catch your breath, Dick seems to have an even more confused face.

"What?" You question.

"Fiance?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Well yeah but only if you want to be" You smile sheepishly.

Instead of replying Dick swoops you up and kisses you. Not like any other kiss you've had with him, it was one filled with passion. All of the love left unsaid was poured into the kiss. Any doubt that either of you had was solved. When you finally break apart, you two are panting resting your forehead on each other. Dick casually slips an engagement ring on your finger. To which you pull away to look at.

"Oh, Dick it's beautiful!" You gush.

"You have Babs to thank for that," He says pulling you in for another kiss.

You're the love of his life, and he's yours. You know what you're getting yourself into but ultimately you'd rather die having him by your side than not at all. As long as you're with him you've got a smile on your face.

[datsleepygirl]

Telling Law You're Pregnant

I swear, everyone on my Insta feed is posting pregnancy announcements, which gave me this idea of telling our babies that they will be expecting one of their own. Here's an official announcement though : I'm back!!

tw: mentions of pregnancy, a large amount of fluff <3

status : not proofread yet

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we're starting with my favourite doctor, obviously. Just imagine this man with a baby in his hand- 😩

"Well shit." I mentally cursed, pregnancy test in hand. With recent 'events' happening regularly at night, it was just a matter of time that Law will hit the jackpot with me. I glanced at the other 3 tests from different brands I bought just in case. Thank god we were docked during this period of time, which allowed me to slip into pharmacies without the crew noticing after using the 'grocery shopping' card on them. I put a hand on my belly, slowing rubbing it as a small sigh left me.

Am I excited? Of course.

Am I nervous, hell ya.

Me and Law are at a stage where the both of us are stable enough to have a child popping into our lives so suddenly, but how would he feel about it? Is he okay with the idea of having a child so soon? How will he react to the news of a freaking baby coming 10 months later?

I heard the door of our bedroom open for a slight moment, then being shut. I collected the pregnancy tests, shoved them into my pocket and flushed the toilet, pretending nothing had happened.

"Hey, we shouldn't be docking again until 3 months later. You got everything you need?" Law greeted me after I exited the bathroom, hanging his coat and putting his hat on the desk. "I'm good. You done with all your work for the day?" I sat on the bed, looking at him with a hint of uncertainty in my gaze. "Yeah, didn't have much to do besides from a few reports. You okay? You look stressed out." Law took a seat next to me, wrapping his arm around me while planting a kiss to my temple. "Meh, just a bit tired. Can you... lie down with me for a bit?" I requested. Law responded with a smile and shifted us to a lying position. He had one arm under his head with the other one served as my pillow. We both relaxed in each other's presence.

Now's a good time to tell him.

"Hey babe. Have you ever thought about starting a family? Ya know, having a mini you or me running around?" Law chuckled at my question. "With you, the answer is always yes. Remember when I told you that when you ran into my world, I started seeing colours? I started feeling emotions that I've haven't felt in years - love. It's such a beautiful emotion that I wish I could just bottle it up and give it to our child." My heart warmed at the sight of Law's loving smile as he stared at me. I leaned in for a small kiss as I told him to give me his hand. Confused, he complied without asking.

"I'm sure that... this little guy will be happy to hear about that." I put his hand on my belly as I looked back at him with the same loving smile he gave me a moment ago. Law's expression remained as a confused one before it turned into pure shock, causing me to giggle.

"You're...?"

"Yes babe, I'm pregnant." As soon as those words came out of my mouth I was pulled into a tight hug, from the man trembling above me.

"Are you crying?"

"Shut up..."

I laughed with a few of my tears escaping from my eyes as well. "You sure?" Law asked me without breaking the hug. "Yeah, I took like, 4 tests from different brands, just to make sure. I was still shocked. I mean, we used condoms. Not that me being pregnant is a bad thing, though." I said as I showed him the tests I took. Holding them in hand, Law got teary eyed once again. "Condoms only work about 97% of the time, but who gives a fuck about that right now?" he put the tests on the dresser beside our bed as he embraced me again. "I love you so much. Thanks for loving me despite all my flaws and me being all moody in the morning. Thinking about you walking around, carrying our child... it's insane to think that someone as amazing as you is carrying my baby with you..." I smiled as I cupped his cheeks in my hands, "If anything, I'm the lucky one. Thanks for giving me such an amazing gift. I just know that you're gonna be an amazing father. I already have a feeling that if this baby is a girl, she'll be a daddy's girl for sure." Law reached down to rub my belly, that same loving smile returning as he did so.

"If that's the case, then I guess there's gonna be one more person calling me daddy from now on. Not that I'm complaining." I hit him playfully on the arm as he shamelessly smirked as his own joke.

"I'll run some tests on you tomorrow, okay? I don't think I'm in the mood to let go of you anytime soon. I'm gonna have you scooped up in my arms the whole night." I snuggled closer, burying my face in his chest as I answered, "Sounds perfect, my baby daddy."

The soft touches on my belly never stopped. Law spoke to our little angel again as his touches lured me into a peaceful slumber.

"See you in 10 months, our little miracle."

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okay not gonna lie, I love this :)))) Here's to all you lads out there who waited patiently for new content. I have a whole series of these coming up, so please wait for a bit longer for the rest of our favourite men in line <3

and this ain't a Law fic if I don't tag the OG Law writer in my opinion @sashi-ya thanks for all the encouraging and loving words, I'm so grateful to have met you on this writing journey <3

[stilljuststardust]

Heyyy , hope you’re doing okay ! You seem a bit stressed lately … or not sure what it is , but .. I hope you’re taking care of yourself 🩷

Learning to listen to myself (again)

You're very sweet, thank you for your concern❤️.

I'm on a bit of a "break" right now. I talked about it here.

Im sorry seem off reccently. Everything is upside down, and that's ok because it's pushed me to do better for myself and it sucks but it's exactly what I needed.

Basically I recently went through something difficult and though I'm fine I'm very tired. I'm making peace with the fact that I am not able to do everything all the time.

I've been so focused on others I forgot this account was originally a place for me to hold space for myself.

I made it because I had listened too much to a toxic person as well as a million and two people telling me what I should do or should think and I wanted to shut out all of that and listen to my internal compass.

I haven't been listening to it recently, I've been listening to the voice that says I'm responsible for other people and if I don't respond to everything I'm doing something wrong.

I put a lot of pressure on myself and I feel bad about almost every ask I don't answer which is just not sustainable when my account is getting bigger and bigger.

I'm trying to force myself to take a break and have literally any boundaries at all when it comes to how much energy I'm giving out.I used to answer questions when I was too exhausted, in pain, literally sick, etc.

I'm pretty drained and though I really really want to be answering people and helping I just don't have it in me to wake up and consume other people's limiting beliefs every single day.

I felt guilty in the beginning but I realized that the answers will always be within. That's something people can only do themselves. I believe everyone will find their way, with or without guidance, if they listen to themselves.

I hope I can still help people but I can't do that if I don't care for myself.

To anyone reading this:

I know how it feels to be alone and have no guidance, I know how it feels to have to carve out your own safe space, I also know that the best way to get through this is to listen to yourself. How you want to proceed, what you want to do, what you want to think about it.

The answers are within.

You are the only person you carry with you, you are capable of loving yourself more than anyone else ever could be.

You know what to do. Don't devalue yourself so much that you rely on the opinions of others. You are just as smart and just as capable of achieving your dreams, whether it be manifestation or shifting.

You know the way.

[dis-aster9255]

Hi hi hello this is gonna be both a mix of like actual character analysis and a few headcanons cause these characters haven't left my head for two months.

But yeah I'm gonna be applying the idea that Steven, Marc, and Jake are all autistic and it's not just Steven. (based on what I know and my own experiences) :D

(Warning: it's long.)

Steven:

Okay so Steven is the one with the most visible evidence because i believe he's the only one who doesn't try to mask

He either does not care what people think of him or straight up doesn't notice that he's acting differently than "normal"

When he's confused he'll just straight up ask like with Dylan ("are you asking me out??")

The hyperfixation/special interest in ancient egypt. He's learning ancient egyptian and hieroglyphics he's SERIOUS

He works at a museum specifically because of that as well

Taking literally any chance he can to talk about it even if the people he's talking to clearly don't care (ex. Donna)

He got so excited when Layla knew what he was talking about like come on

Also ROUTINE

Every evening he adds the tape on his door, replaces the sand, and puts the ankle restraint on before going to sleep

Ik that's supposed to be because of Marc but it's a routine and it's clearly always done the same every night.

Calls his mother every day even if she doesn't answer (we know why but :( )

Also the necklace. It's barely visible but it is there every day

The way he stands:

Need i say more? I don't but I will

Seriously though I'm pretty sure whenever he's fronting he's like never standing still

Either like this or messing with whatever is in his hands

The rubix cube. He can finish that thing without looking at this point its not a puzzle it's a fidget object.

Now for some not fun things

He gets overwhelmed at least twice in the show

Once after he finds out everything with his mom and once with Layla

The one with Layla I understand completely, stressful situation along with two people yelling at you is the worst thing and I know the exact feeling.

Either way both times he was constantly repeating the same word over and over again while basically folding in on himself to avoid whatever was happening around him.

On a lighter note Steven expresses his genuine excitement openly

He was dead but he was still so happy he finally was able to meet someone who knows what he's talking about in ep 5

Idk how to transiton to Marc but HERE WE GO

Marc:

Okay so while I was doing this I realized I related to Marc a lot damn

Anyways Marc masks the majority of the time

Like all the time I don't think he ever hasn't even around Layla

His voice is so monotone and the way he expresses the changes in emotion is by getting either louder or quieter instead of anything else

That entire scene with Mogart and the sarcophagus. There is not way he wasn't forcing every aspect of that interaction

Holding out his hand until Mogart finally shook it because "this is how normal interactions start right???"

When he's asked why he wants to see the sarcophagus he has no idea how to respond and gives the most non-answer ever. Everyone thinks it's weird but he doesn't notice, it worked so whatever

Episode 5

We all know Marc hides his emotions

It's obvious

But what if he's hiding them because they're too much for him to handle, or he just straight up doesn't understand them

He runs from problems cause he doesn't want to confront his feelings

He ran from Layla because the issue with Khonshu was too much to deal with instead of having one conversation about it

He ran from his mother's shiva cause it was too many conflicting emotions

And when Steven was reliving the worst memory of his life he ran again (idk if it's like actually canon or not but I believe that while Steven was going through the memory he could hear the whole thing echoing through the hallways)

He also seems like the type to not show emotion on his face unless it's a strong one, but that's just what I think I've not no actual evidence for this

Anyways like with Steven he also gets overwhelmed a few times in the series

And he does what not many people are willing to talk about and gets aggressive when that happens yayyyyy /lhj

Seriously though in the scene in ep 5 when he doesn't want to confront his mother's abuse again

Yelling and hitting himself repeatedly same man same

In ep 2 when Steven is yelling at him through the mirror he breaks it so he can get some silence and then gets tormented by Khonshu which rude, asshole

Aggression can seem like the easiest way to deal with things so I get it, it happened quite a few times in this show

ON A LIGHTER NOTE

He also gets hyperfixations he just doesn't exactly have the time to indulge himself

The movie

Idk how much we should trust therapist Harrow in certain things but he made a note to mention that Marc has watched that movie a LOT

He loved that movie as a kid

He doesn't have much of a routine besides putting everything back the way it was before Steven can wake up but I think he deserves one

Jake:

This is gonna be short he had four minutes of screen time and two of those minutes have not actually been confirmed

But yeah he seems like he'd also not care about masking

Though I think if he gets too overwhelmed (which would probably take a lot for it to happen) he'd just end up retreating

Or if it's just someone being annoying he'd deal with them himself (maybe just a good punch in the face no big deal right guys /hj)

Kinda a mix of what both Steven and Marc do it just depends on the situation

Also this is just a thought but I think he'd be the type to be constantly forcing expressions cause he does not have the energy to explain himself verbally

Like yeah he expresses things visually but he over exaggerates them to get the point across if that makes sense

Anyways that's all I have

Kinda went on a rant but I hope it makes sense

I'd be happy to hear anybody else's opinions as well :)

[ironstrange1991]

Forbidden (Part 6): Apocalypse

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!reader

Synopsis: When Stephen returns from a mission and is allowed to spend some time alone with you, he makes a discovery that he was definitely not prepared for.

Word Count: 7,5k

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drugs and sexual activies.

A/N: It took me 5 months to overcome the creative block I had and finally get to the point in the story that I was most looking forward to write. There's no smut yet, but I promise it's coming in the next chapter that I'm already finishing writing :)

SERIES MASTERLIST

Stephen was in the kitchen filling a cup of coffee when Wong came in and started doing the same.

"Long night?" He asked probingly and Stephen nodded, throwing a pill in his mouth and swallowing it with the help of a long sip of coffee.

"How much did you drink?" Wong asked, rummaging through the fridge and taking out what he needed to prepare eggs and bacon.

Stephen threw himself into the chair and rested his head in his hands. The memories of last night passed through him like a blur, but he was still aware that he had taken a very big step towards Y/n and now there was no turning back. Not that he wanted to go back, he was just slightly more worried now that he was sober.

"A few shots of whiskey." He responded evasively and Wong scoffed "I've seen you empty an entire bottle of whiskey and not stay in that state, Strange. What else happened last night?"

Stephen thought for a second and then decided to tell the truth "Y/n and I kissed. There could have been a mutual declaration of love. It's possible that we are together. That is, if she didn't wake up this morning thinking everything was a bad idea."

Wong didn't say anything. He dedicated himself to prepare breakfast and Stephen remained silent watching him move the frying pan, finishing preparing the eggs. He placed them on a plate and then set about frying the bacon slices.

"Do you… think that's a bad idea?" Stephen pressed, waiting for an answer.

Wong shrugged "I think Y/n is too young for you, but on the other hand, I think you should have settled with a woman a long time ago, Strange."

He dumped the fried bacon on the plate as well, grabbed two forks and placed the plate between him and Stephen and sat down. "Eat. It'll help with the hangover."

Stephen took a slice of bacon and took a bite of it, chewing slowly. "You and Sara seem to have hit it off really well." Stephen pressed.

Wong looked at him with an expression that said that it wasn't because Stephen liked to talk about his personal life that Wong liked to do the same. Stephen raised his hands in surrender, "I just want to say that you look happy, if that's even possible to say by looking at your face. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that I want to be happy too and Y/n likes me, and I like her. That's it."

Wong continued eating as if he didn't pay attention to what Stephen was saying.

"What about Stark?" He asked after a minute of an awkward silence.

Stephen sighed, but before answering, America entered the kitchen already complaining, "Are you guys having breakfast without me? Why don't you ever wait for me for us to have breakfast like a normal family?"

Stephen raised an eyebrow "Is that what we are?"

She smacked his head. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that, Stephen." She went to the cupboard and grabbed her favorite cereal, a bowl and the bottle of milk from the fridge.

"Are you going to tell me what you and Y/n were doing alone in that room yesterday?" She asked mischievously while grabbing a spoon and sat down next to Wong and addressed him "Thor and I found him and Y/n alone in the lounge on the accommodations floor. There was no one there besides the two of them and Stephen's face when he saw us was hilarious."

Stephen rolled his eyes, "Okay, don't go talking about this to everyone. Only you and Wong know about it and I want it to stay that way for now. Can I trust you, kid?"

America smiled hugely, "You guys finally got it together, didn't you? Are you dating?"

Stephen couldn't help but smile. He wanted this for so long. "We can say we're getting to know each other better. Let's keep it a secret for a while."

Stephen addressed Wong "To answer your question, I will talk to Stark at some point. Not now, it's too soon. Y/n and I are still trying to figure out what exactly we are doing."

"You should take her out. Not dinner, that's so boring. Something nice, a walk in the park or something." America suggested.

Stephen finished his coffee "That's a good idea, kid. I'll think of something."

"Today is Monday, she only has the first four classes in the morning, then she is free."

Wong glanced at America "How do you know so much about Y/n?"

"Because she's my friend." America answered shrugging as it was obvious.

"If that doesn't say anything about the age difference, I don't know what would." Wong grumbled, but Stephen paid him no attention.

"Good job, kid." He praised and the girl opened a smile.

"Are you going to ask her out then?"

Stephen opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by Wong.

"We have a meeting with the masters of the Kamar Taj today. Furthermore, you will lead the mission to find the last members from the cult of Dormammu and must leave tomorrow."

Stephen sighed but said nothing.

"You must keep your head on straight, Strange. You are a Master of the mystic arts and not a teenager in love." He completed leaving the table.

America remained serious and silent until Wong left the kitchen and left them alone, then the corners of her lips curled into a smile. "I still think you should ask her out."

"I will." He answered with a wink.

...

You left college beaming after receiving your mid-semester grades. Despite all the distractions, you achieved top marks in almost all subjects. This, according to your professor, would help guarantee your entry into the PhD course. This, of course, without Tony's help. Of course, there were also other reasons for you to be happy, one of them was the fact that your Skin & Ink magazine was finally on newsstands.

The publisher had sent you a copy the night before and you were ecstatic with the photos. You were definitely proud of the result and part of you wondered what Stephen's reaction would be when he saw them. There were definitely parts of your body on display that he hadn't even dreamed of seeing yet and just thinking about him looking at those photos made your face blush.

On the way home, you received an excited text from MJ saying that she and Peter were taking the next four days off and coming to NY and then you guys could arrange something to meet up.

I HAVE SO MUCH TO TELL YOU

You replied with a wide smile on your lips.

You were getting home when your phone rang and you were absolutely sure it was MJ, but when you dared to look at your phone screen, Stephen's name was there instead.

"Hi"

"Hi, sweetheart. Can we talk?" He asked a little apprehensively.

You stared at the back of Happy's head for a second and your eyes met in the rearview mirror. "Happy is taking me home now. Can I call you when I get there?"

"Sure. Will be waiting."

You called him back once you were safely inside your room.

"Happy isn't trustworthy. He tells everything to Pepper and Tony. In fact, Pepper is keeping an eye on me, I think she suspects something, Stephen..."

Stephen chuckled "Sweetheart, breathe. It's okay. We didn't do anything to make her suspicious."

You shook your head, throwing yourself onto the bed. "You are probably right. IT was just a conversation. I’m not used to hide stuff from them, Stephen."

"I know. You have all been a good girl. Aren't you? " He teased but didn't give you time to think in an answer. "Well, I am calling you to let you know I'll be gone for the next few days."

You felt all your excitement jumping throught the window. "Why? I mean, what are you going to do?"

"A mission with some other masters. I plan to be back by the weekend. Heard you had an important show on Sunday, want to be there for you, and that brings me to the main reason I called."

"That is?"

"I want to take you out. Anywhere you want. I just need to spend time with you, Y/n. Would you like that?"

You smiled from ear to ear, but then you frown. "Yes, of course. But a date outside... What if someone sees us?"

Stephen chuckled. "We can go somewhere far away. Somewhere where people don't recognize us."

You snorted "It's hard to find somewhere on the planet where people don't recognize the Doctor Strange, but I accept the challenge."

Stephen was silent as if thinking for a second. When he spoke again there was some excitement in his voice.

"Can I see you?"

You sat up in bed "Now?"

"You're in your room, right? Closed doors?"

"Yes, well..." But you were interrupted by the familiar hiss of a portal opening and he walked through it dressed in his blue robes and red cloak. There was a smirk on his lips that you weren't yet used to. Everything seemed like a dream to you.

He took a step out of the portal entering your room and came towards you. He held out his hand for you to hold and in a quick gesture he pulled you into his arms and kissed you.

You definitely weren't used to it, but something between the taste of toothpaste and coffee on his lips and the trembling touch of his hands on your skin made it all feel so familiar and comforting. You hummed when his tongue slipped into your mouth exploring.

It was you who broke the kiss to breathe, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks when you realized that Stephen was in your room.

"I couldn't wait until the weekend to do this." He confessed caressing your cheek lightly. "Promise me you'll take care of yourself these days while I am out."

You nodded. "Only if you promise me you'll do the same."

"Promise." He kissed you again and then pulled away and you hummed in protest. "I really need to go. Be a good girl and wait for me with this same enthusiasm."

"I will, but only if you kiss me again."

He smiled kissing you softly and walked away back to the portal he hadn't bothered to close and you heard a knock on the door. He hurried back through the portal and with a smile and a wink the portal closed and he was gone.

You were still struggling to regulate your breathing when you heard Pepper's voice calling you insistently.

"Come in" You replied, running your hand over your face and trying in vain to hide how agitated you were.

Pepper walked in and closed the door behind her and then stared at you for a long minute, finally she sighed and said what she came to say. "Y/n, we need to talk about Stephen Strange."

You feigned surprise. "What about him?"

"You think I didn't see you two last night, not to mention you two disappeared together to do god knows what."

Oh shit. "Pepper, that's absurd. Stephen is my friend." You blatantly lied. "We were talking last night. I complained about the noise and we went to a quieter place. We talked. That's all."

Pepper placed both hands on her hips, the serious expression on her face showing that she wasn't convinced at all. You noticed that she was barefoot, wearing denim shorts and a white t-shirt. "Didn't you go to work today?" You asked.

She shook her head "Tony needed me here. He and Rogers left with Fury right now, doing who knows what."

"He's going on a mission again, isn't he?" You asked, looking for an answer in her eyes. She just nodded and you sighed in frustration, but decided to change the subject.

"I received my grades today. Very good. Skin & Ink was also published today, the photos are incredible." You said.

"Tony made Happy buy the entire supply of magazines from the newsstand. He placed them all over the Tower. We're so proud of you, Y/n. I'm proud of you, I'm just worried that..."

You smile reassuringly, "Pepper, it was just a conversation. Besides, there's nothing to worry about. Stephen isn't a stranger."

"He's 24 years older than you, Y/n. Of course I should be worried."

"Really? How do you know his age?"

Pepper raised an eyebrow. Your sudden curiosity giving you away. "Tony has a file with personal information of all the Avengers."

"He's not an Avenger" You muttered.

Pepper was silent and you took the opportunity to get up and choose a change of clothes and pack your things to take a shower.

"I spoke to MJ this morning." You said changing the subject not so subtly. "She, Peter and Ned are going to come to NY. I thought we could have dinner to welcome them."

Pepper agreed, seeming to give up on the subject she was there for in the first place. "Of course. It's a great idea." She sighed "Well, I'm going to get back to work."

...

You were right about your suspicions. At dinner Tony announced that he was going on a mission and although you weren't exactly surprised, you couldn't help but feel disappointed and frustrated. You always felt that way when Tony left.

"It'll be quick this time, I promise." He said looking in your direction across the table.

"Who's going?" You asked him, but was Steve who responded.

"Tony and I will lead the mission. Clint and Rhodes will go with us."

You nodded.

"Romanoff would help a lot..." Tony whined and you could hear the frustration in his voice.

"Not an option." Nat replied. She was the first Avenger to work with Tony, they were extremely close and he trusted her more than anyone else, except maybe Rhodes. You understood why he was frustrated.

"Yeah, it's going to take Nat a good few weeks to get back on track." Clint added.

"I'm loving my forced vacation." She teased glancing at you and smirking.

After dinner you dedicated yourself to trying to compose something on the piano. You felt a lot of things that you couldn't talk about with anyone and most of your songs were born that way, but your thoughts were agitated that night, making it impossible to concentrate on anything. You were playing the keys without paying attention to the sound they were making when Tony approached.

"Can I sit with you?"

You moved to the side, giving him space on the small bench to sit.

"Pepper told me about your grades. I'm so proud of you. Sometimes I think I don't tell you that enough."

You smiled shyly remembering the conversation you had with Stephen at the party some time ago.

"I know. My advisor said that with these grades I will get the PhD course." You informed with a modest smile. Any happiness seemed to be clouded by the fact that both Tony and Stephen were going on missions and leaving you. Again.

"I know you're not happy about me having to leave again, but I promise I won't take long this time." Tony said, clearly noticing that you were sad.

"Are you going to tell me what you're going to do?" You asked, but he shook his head.

"You know I can't. The less you know, the better."

"I'm not a child anymore, Tony."

He nodded. "I know."

You laid your head on his shoulder, sighing heavily. "Sometimes I miss when you were just Tony. Before you were an Avenger."

He stroked your hair affectionately. "I know, but if we stop to think about all the wonderful people we've met, it almost make it worth it, doesn't it?"

You smirked "Yeah, I guess you're right."

He was silent for a minute before asking, "Are you okay? I've been feeling us a little distant these past few days. You know you can tell me anything."

You sighed, closing your eyes and feeling Tony's fingers running through your hair.

You wanted to tell him about Stephen, but it was too soon and you had no idea how he would react.

"I guess I've been feeling a little lonely lately." You said testing the water. "It's just that I miss having someone."

Tony nodded. "What about Mike? The guy likes you."

You shrugged. "He's not my type, Tony. I was serious when I said I prefer someone older." You said pulling away to look at him.

Tony was extremely protective of you, and you knew that the mere idea that you could date someone was a nightmare for him.

"How older?" He asked and you shrugged again.

"I don't know. Old enough for me to feel safe with him. I don't feel safe with Mike, most of the time it feels like me and the girls need to take care of him. He is nice but he's also an idiot."

Tony chuckled and then thought for a second. "You're very young, Y/n and you lost your father very early in life and although I'd like to think I've done a good job taking care of you, I haven't been able to replace him, which means there's a part inside you that miss it."

You looked at him, surprised at how easily Tony had summing up your feelings. He was just too good in reading you.

"Do you think I have daddy issues?" You joked, but you were actually worried that Tony might be right.

He made a face, clearly uncomfortable with the term you chose to use. "I think you're too young to be with older guys. You should be with people your own age, people who are at the same stage in life as you, who are still discovering themselves."

You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes.

"I think it's hard to find someone as backward as I am at my age. It's a jungle out there, Tony. You have no idea what things people my age are doing these days."

He raised an eyebrow. "Should I be worried?"

You chuckled, "Yes, but not for the reason you might think."

"This conversation reminded me of what happened at that night club, I know these things happen to anyone nowadays, but, you're my goddaughter, you need to be more careful."

You sighed heavily, trying to control yourself so as not to start a fight. That was the same speech Stephen had used on you that night. Why did they think you weren't careful? It was irritating.

"Tony, I'm going to stop you before you say it was my fault for being drugged."

"I did not say that." He replied, almost offended.

"I know, but that speech is the same one Stephen used on me that night and I don't agree with it."

"What are you talking about?"

You chewed on your lip. "I'm sure you saw the videos on the internet."

"Yeah, Strange getting you out of there, but why would he say something like that to you?"

You shrugged. "Maybe he felt obligated to give me some kind of advice, I don't know. He has America and god knows he and Wong are freaking out about her and I swear he talked to me that night like he was talking to a 14 years old teenage girl, which was almost offensive..."

Tony nodded. "He's a good guy. Annoying, but nice. And he was right. You need to be careful."

"What makes you guys think I wasn’t? Tony, all I do is be careful when I'm out. But it's tiring having to always be looking over my shoulder waiting for something bad to happen."

He sighed, running a hand over his face. "I know, but this is your life now, darling, and it's my fault, so please just tell me you'll keep being careful no matter how boring and tiring it gets."

You nodded. "By the way, you never told me what happened to that guy."

Tony smirked "Let's just say he won't repeat the mistake again."

You stared at him blankly "Oh my god, you killed him."

"Of course not. I put him in jail. And with a little influence I got him to stay there for a long time."

"That's good, I guess." That's just what you said on the subject. "I'll be more careful, I promise." You sighed.

"Great. That puts my mind at ease."

"Fury called." You were interrupted by Steve's calm voice.  "The situation has become complicated. We need to go."

Tony sighed and cupped your face. "I love you."

You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tight. "I love you too. Be careful, okay?"

He smirked "I always do." He pulled away and then turned to look at you. "On the subject of older guys... let's finish this conversation later, okay?"

"Yes, dad." You teased watching him walk away and then leaned over the piano feeling your chest heavy.

...

It was Wednesday and you were bored, rehearsing in the small studio at Mike's parents' house for the show you would play on Sunday. The place was small, but it had better acoustics than anywhere in the Tower. Tony had suggested renovating some of the spare rooms so that you could have a decent studio and sometimes you thought about accepting, other times you were reluctant, thinking that it wasn't right to skip steps like that. You wanted to achieve that on your own merit and not with the help of your godfather's money.

You were deciding on the setlist for the show. You guys were going to play at a new venue south of the city. It was a cool place and the biggest one you had performed in so far. Ticket sales were going well and with luck you would have a full house. It went without saying that you were excited and slightly more anxious than usual.

"Four thousand people will be there on Friday. That's so incredible." Samantha said excitedly. "Remember when we used to play to 100 people?"

You just smiled in response. You remembered well the beginning of the band and how you felt out of place within it sometimes. Over time you matured, and your compositions got better, as did everything else, including your voice.

"We're still not sure if we're going to sell all the tickets." Susanne replied as she adjusted the drum cymbals.

"Are you kidding? With the free marketing from Y/n's magazine launch, we're sure to sell everything." Samantha stated giving you a wink.

"By the way, you looked beautiful in those photos, girl. I can't imagine how the magical Doctor reacted to them."

You felt heat rising to your cheeks. "I don't know if he's seen it yet. He went on a mission again."

Susanne stared at you for a second.

"You should talk to him. Pining over him from a far isn't going to help you have him, Y/n."

You sighed, deciding it was better not to tell them the truth, at least not yet. "He's way beyond my league."

You were interrupted by Mike clearing his throat exaggeratedly loudly and changing the subject in a not so subtle way.

"Hey, I'm having a party on Saturday. My parents are going to be out. I was wondering if you'd like to come."

You stared at the girls for a moment, Susanne smiled at you.

"Who is going to be there?" You asked a little worried. Mike had some weird friends and the last time you agreed to go to one of his parties, things got a little weird.

He shrugged, "The usual guys. You know."

"Same old stoner losers, he meant." Samantha replied.

"Hey, don't talk about my friends like that." Mike replied irritably. "Are you girls going or not?"

Samantha shrugged, putting the bass back in it’s case. "I don't have anything better to do on Saturday."

Susanne agreed "Yeah, that might be cool."

The three of them stared at you waiting for an answer.

You could think of a thousand times more interesting things to do instead of going to one of Mike's parties, but they all involved Stephen and he wasn't available, so you accepted with reservations. "Okay, I'll go, but I'll let you know that if things get weird like last time, I'll leave."

"Define weird." Samantha asked giggling.

...

You were slightly angrier than you wanted to admit. You knew it would be a mistake to go to that party, but you were alone and there was nothing to do. Peter and MJ stood you up and ended up canceling their visit, Tony and Stephen were god knows where and you just wanted to forget how worried you were about them.

Every time they went on a mission it was the same thing, but you still couldn't control your thoughts. You always joked that your super power was the overthinking. It made you travel to the future and see the infinite ways everything could go horribly wrong. You were basically Doctor Strange with the anxiety stone. Funny, but not pleasant.

Although you regretted going to the party, you tried your best to enjoy the moment. It was Saturday night, after all. You even drank a little, danced to their bad music, but as the hours passed and the party was coming to it's end, you found yourself sitting on the sofa in Spencer’s living room watching as Mike's stupid friends snorted cocaine and your girl friends were no way to be found.

You got up irritably and headed outside, sitting on the stairs, deciding to call a taxi to take you home. However, fate seemed to have other plans for you, as your cell phone rang and Stephen's name showed up on the screen, pulling a silly smile from your lips.

"Hi." You answered almost to quickly.

"Hello, sweetheart. I'm sorry for calling you so late, I just wanted to let you know I'm back."

You smiled to yourself. "It's not that late."

It took him a while to respond.

"What's all the noise? Is Stark having another party?"

"Not really. He went on a mission with Steve and Rhodes. They haven't returned yet. I'm at a party with some friends."

"Should I be worried?"

You bit your tongue to not provoke him, but ended up giving in.

"Two guys tried to take me to one of the available rooms, but I managed to get away from them."

"Can I come get you?" He asked and the tone of concern in his voice was almost offensive.

"I was joking, Stephen. But the party is over for me. Everyone left is either having sex or taking drugs. I was going to call a taxi to take me home.."

"I can pick you up if you want to." He offered.

"I don't know. Magic portal isn't very discreet." You responded and heard him chuckle through the phone. The baritone making your skin tingle.

"Send me the address. I'll be there as soon as possible."

Stephen parked in front of the address you gave him and looked for you among the people scattered across the lawn in small groups, but you weren't among them. He sighed checking his phone to see if you had left any messages and was distracted by a group that passed the car banging against the window and shouting "Nice car, man."

Just then he saw you coming down the stairs. He flashed his headlights to let you know it was him and watched as you walked towards the car. You wore a black flowery dress that was too short for his taste, boots and a black jacket. He realized that looking at you was different now, he didn't feel guilty anymore even though he knew he should.

You got into the car and the smell of your perfume filled his nostrils. It was too inviting and as much as he didn't want to admit it, he felt his pants getting tight around his hips.

"Nice car. How come I've never seen it before?"

He smirked "It's from another life and although is not discreet, magical portal is my favorite way to get around."

He touched your face lightly. "Come here, give me a kiss. I missed you, sweetheart."

You kissed him quickly as if you were afraid someone might see you. It bothered him, but he understood. After all, he was the one who asked you to keep it a secret for a while.

"Straight home?" He asked, hoping you noticed how much he wanted you to answer otherwise.

"I'm not in a hurry to leave. Pepper is aware that I would be late or that I would probably sleep at Susy and Samantha's house, but believe me, nothing in the world would make me spend the night there."

Stephen raised an eyebrow "Should I ask?"

"They recently discovered that they are more than friends and I would hate to spend the night listening to the two of them fucking."

"Cool friends." Stephen chuckled.

You stared at him, noticing a small cut on his cheekbone and another bruise on his forehead. "You are hurt." Your voice sounded quite worried, which made Stephen's heart flutter in his chest.

"It's no big deal. Don't worry."

You smiled sweetly at him. "Difficult mission?"

He sighed. "Tiring. But everything worked out in the end and that's what matters."

You nodded, seeming to think about what to say next. "I wouldn't mind spending time with you before I go home. If you want it too, of course. I missed you. I always do."

Stephen smiled brightly. "Tell me what you want to do."

"Can we just go somewhere quiet?"

"To my house, then." He decided, restarting the engine and driving the car slowly to avoid the people in the middle of the street. He was aware that Wong and America weren't home and that taking you to the Sanctum could only mean one thing and to be quite honest, he couldn't wait. He wasted too much time pinning over you instead of working up the courage to actually talk to you. He was determined not to waste any more time. Stephen wanted you, he wanted to make it official, claim you as his.

"By the way, nice song." You said, interrupting his train of thoughts and he smirked to himself. He was listening to U2. The Achtung Baby album was by far his favorite, and Until the end of the world was perhaps his favorite song from the album, but again, it was difficult to choose a favorite one on an album that didn't have one bad song.

 "I thought you didn't like U2." He teased.

"That's not what I said." You shrugged "I just don't know the band and the three songs I know I don't like."

"We need to fix this. Did you hear the song I recommended?"

You smiled mischievously "Not yet, but I'll accept listening to your old man songs if you accept listening to mine."

He chuckled, turning around on the avenue that would take you to Greenwich Village.

"Show me your worst." He teased and to his surprise you quickly took your cell phone and connected it to the Bluetooth and a weird song started to play. He stared at you for a moment before turning his eyes to the street in front of him, you had a playful smile on your lips that somehow took his breath away.

He couldn't help but chuckle in delight as you began to sing the lyrics of the song.

"Hidden behind merciful shadows, beyond the cruel daylight, living to hunt and kill, we are the damned children of the night..."

When he parked in front of the Sanctum entrance you were giggling, probably from his reaction to the song you were listening, and he couldn't deny that your energy was contagious. The moments he spent with you were when he felt most alive and somehow reminded him of a distant time, where he used to have musical quizzes with his coworkers in the operating room.

Stephen didn't know what his expresssions were like, but you teased him because of it. "What's wrong? Am I scaring you, old man?"

He smirked, but instead of responding to your teasing, he cupped your face with both hands and pulled you in for a hard kiss. You let out a cute hum on his lips, surrendering and letting him penetrate your mouth with his tongue, controlling the kiss like he controlled everything else in his life.

"You're going to have to do a lot more than that to scare me, young lady." He said getting out of the car and going around to open the door for you.

When you both walked in, Stephen couldn't help but notice how beautiful you looked. The street lights and the dark of the car didn't let him see you properly, but now, under the amber lights of the Sanctum's foyer he could analyze every detail from the flowery print of your dress to the way your hair was falling from your ponytail, some strands falling down your face.

He gently placed them behind your ear and kissed you again.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful I think you are?" He asked helping you take off your jacket and pulling you into the living room.

"I don't think so, but I always wondered why you couldn't take your eyes off me at Tony's parties."

 "Now you know why." He confessed watching you plop down on the couch, crossing your legs and grabbing one of the cushions and hugging it to your stomach. He handed the TV remote to you. "Show me more of your dark taste in music while I get us something to drink. Are you hungry? Something tells me there wasn't anything decent to eat at that party.”

"Not really. I just want something to drink." You responded taking the remote and turning on the TV.

"Tea, coffee maybe?" He teased.

"I think I'll need something stronger if I'm going to have to put up with your despicable company." You teased back.

He chuckled "Ouch. Be right back."

You scrolled through your Spotify playlists feeling a strange feeling in your stomach. Your eyes left the TV for a moment, looking around and wondering if Wong and America were home. You had been to the Sanctum Santorum several times, but always knowing that they were there too and You knew you were being childish, but the idea of ​​being alone with Stephen there made you nervous for reasons you still didn't know how to tell him.

When you heard him approaching you clicked play and a song by Cigarettes after sex started to play. You kept the music low and smiled to yourself realizing that it was common for couples to have a song and somehow you felt like you and Stephen had a whole band because you always thought of him when you heard that band.

"Come on, this isn't scary." He joked, handing you a glass and sitting next to you. He opened the bottle of red wine he brought with him and poured your glass and his. "I thought you'd show me more of that, whatever it was you showed me on the way here."

You smirked taking a long sip of the wine. "It's called Sopor Aeternus. They have some really good songs like the one I showed you." You bit the inside of your cheek and continued "This band always makes me think of you." You confessed gesturing to the tv screen.

He smirked, paying attention to the music for a minute. "Why is that?"

You shrugged. "I don't know, actually. But I've been listening to their music a lot."

"Does that mean you've been thinking about me a lot?"

You nodded, biting your lip. "All the time."

He smiled drinking his wine. "Post rock?"

You shrugged "I'm not sure. I've never heard anything like them to be honest. They're my comfort band."

Stephen shifted to make himself more comfortable on the couch. Only then did you notice what he was wearing. A pair of jeans and a gray shirt.

"What exactly would a comfort band be?"

"Not familiar with the term?"

He shook his head, extending his arm and indicating for you to come closer. You felt your cheeks turning red, but you took another sip of your wine and shuffled closer to him. He immediately wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

"These are things that calm you down in times of stress or that simply make you feel good, safe. I have comfort movies, comfort TV shows and so on."

He caressed your cheek. "What about me?"

“What about you?”

"Can I be your comfort person?"

You felt the feeling in your stomach intensifying and no matter how much you tried to look away, he held your face in his hands waiting for a response, but you just nodded, afraid of how your voice would sound if you tried to speak.

Stephen smiled brightly. You knew he was fully aware of his effect on you and he liked it.

"I think I liked it." He said and you looked at him without understanding. "The music, sweetheart."

You smiled widely and threw yourself into his arms, kissing him desperately. Somehow you felt like you needed Stephen's kisses to breathe, and you wondered how you survived so long without them. When you broke the kiss you both took a second to catch your breath.

"Wong and America...?"

"They stayed at Kamar Tag."

You chewed on your lip.

"Show me your favorite song of theirs." He asked.

You smiled, placing your glass on the coffee table and taking the remote to change the song. Without giving much thought to what you were doing, you stood up and extended your hand to him, "Dance with me."

He looked at you intently as if asking if you were serious.

"Apocalypse. That's my favorite song of theirs. Now dance with me."

"I don't dance, sweetheart."

You grabbed his hand and started pulling him. "There's no one here, Stephen. No one will see us. You can maintain your mysterious sorcerer pose."

He chuckled nervously, but gave in to your request, standing up and approaching you. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close enough for you to feel the firmness of his chest and abdomen against your body. He was always so warm and his scent was intoxicating. You held his shoulder with one hand and held the hand he extended to you with the other and the two of you began to slowly sway from side to side to the rhythm of the song..

"I haven't done this in a long time." You admitted it.

Stephen chuckled "I thought you were the dancing type."

"Not like this. The last time was at the prom."

Stephen hummed and you felt his body slowly relaxing. There wasn't much of a secret in slow dancing, as long as you didn't step on each other's toes, you'd be fine.

"May I know who you danced with?"

"Besides Tony? Mike."

He raised an eyebrow. "Has he liked you since then?"

You smirked "I'm sure he liked me way before that."

"I can't blame him for that." He replied.

You smiled looking around still not believing where you were, who you were with and what you were doing.

"What is it?" Stephen asked, but you shook your head responding with another question.

"Can I ask you a question?"

He nodded.

"When did you find out you liked me? Romantically speaking."

He seemed to think for a second before answering and the song ended in the meantime and another one started and you continued dancing so slowly that you barely moved.

"Since I got back from the Blip" He confessed. "You just seemed different."

"Five years does that to you."

He smirked, "But you've always been beautiful. I just didn't see you like that before."

You laid your face on his shoulder so you didn't have to look into his eyes before confessing. "I fell in love with you from the moment I first saw you in the tower."

He ran his hand through your hair, delicately stroking the strands of your ponytail and then stopped abruptly which made you look at him and something in his eyes made your stomach weird in a way you had never felt before.

He grabbed your chin and pulled you to his lips kissing you hard and the next thing you knew you were back on the couch, his body on top of yours and his hands were everywhere, roaming your body, touching and groping your breasts, your thighs and moving up, but before you could even think straight you felt your body getting tense and Stephen moved his hands away, pulling away from you and clearing his throat.

Something in his gaze made you feel distant from him and that thought seemed too unbearable, so you crawled over to him, pulling him back to your lips, hoping that it would distract him from whatever thoughts were on his mind, but he pulled away gently and looked at you.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?”

You stared at him not understanding. "What? Nothing, nothing is wrong."

He didn't seem convinced. "That's the second time you've flinched like that when I touch you."

"Is nothing." You shook your head, cupping his face and pulling him back to your lips and this time he surrendered, humming sweetly in your lips and kissing you hard and desperately, but then he broke the kiss and there was something else in his eyes and you could almost hear the penny dropping in his head.

He sighed heavily, running his tongue around the corner of his mouth and without mincing words he asked. "How far did you go?"

You felt your heart racing. Your cheeks were an angry red and you felt the fire running through them.

"What do you mean?" You asked, pretending not to understand, cupping his face and kissing him hard as if somehow that could make him forget the subject, but he pulled you away gently and asked again.

"Besides kissing like that, how far did you go with a man?"

You stared at him trying to understand if he was mad at you, but you couldn't understand the expression on his face. He was serious, there was a bit of disbelief in his eyes, concern perhaps.

"I did a handjob once." You admitted, pulling away and sitting crisscrossed playing with your hands to try and calm down. You were so embarrassed.

"A handjob?" His voice sounded incredulous. "No one ever touched you?"

You shook your head and he ran his hand over his face.

"Are you mad at me?" You found the courage to ask. "I was going to tell you, I just didn't know how."

He chuckled nervously, taking your hands in his.

"Why would I be mad at you, sweetheart?"

You shrugged. "I wanted to do it, but I never met anyone who made me feel safe."

"Come here." He said pulling you into his arms and you laid your head on his chest letting yourself be enveloped by his strong arms.

"What about the handjob guy?"

"He was an idiot. Guys my age are all the same. He didn't even want to touch me when he was done. And it was disgusting."

Stephen found himself stroking your hair as he listened to you speak, his thoughts were all messed up and he didn't know exactly how to proceed. He never had a virgin. Inexperienced, yes, some, but definitely not virgins. He was terrified, the idea of ​​being your first was scary, he didn't want to hurt you, but at the same time he couldn't deny that there was a part of him that liked knowing that no one had touched you before him. But it also made him feel even more perverted than before for getting involved with someone who was young enough to be his daughter.

"Please don't give up on me. I can solve this. Some of my friends told me that they lost their virginity with toys, alone, I can..."

Stephen could hardly believe what he was hearing and had to interrupt you to explain himself. "Y/n, I'm not mad and I'm not going to give up on you. I'm surprised, that's all. I never imagined you could be a virgin, but that's not a bad thing. Not at all."

You stared at him, but just nodded. However, he lifted your chin and made you look at him.

"Now I need to ask: Have you ever..."

"What?"

He smirked stroking your cheeks with the back of his hand.

"Touched yourself?"

He watched in delight as the blood rushed to your cheeks, but your answer was firm and you sounded almost offended.

"Of course. I'm a virgin, Stephen, not a nun."

He smirked, "If you ask me, I'll tell you that I doubt nuns don't play with themselves."

You opened your mouth to respond, but slapped his shoulder instead.

"Don't be gross, Stephen."

He giggled letting himself relax now that the impact of the surprise had worn off and decided to push you a little harder.

"Do you think of me when you do it?" He asked, genuinely curious. Although he hated to admit it, he jerked off several times thinking of you, long before he imagined that the two of you could actually have something. Knowing that you had also done that in some way could ease the weight on his conscience.

"Stephen!" You scolded him, hiding your face in his chest.

"What? We need to talk about these things, sweetheart."

You sighed, building up the courage to look at him. "I do." You admitted pulling away and sitting up straight. "I bet you're having second thoughts about us right now."

He shook his head. "No, I'm not. I was surprised, Y/n, that's all. I'm sorry if I gave the wrong impression, but I'm a little lost here, I don't know exactly how to proceed now, but I was serious when I said that I'm in love with you. Nothing is going to make me lose interest, definitely not the fact that you're a virgin. It's cute, if you ask me." He smirked.

You smiled sweetly at him. "Most girls my age lost their virginity years ago. I just want to get it over with. I don't want it to be a hindrance..."

He shushed you. "No, sweetheart. We're going to do this the right way. At the right time. I don't want to rush things."

He caressed your face and kissed you softly. "When it happens, and believe me, it will happen, I want you to feel safe with me and most importantly, I want you to feel pleasure."

"Will you show me how?"

Stephen felt his stomach fluttering upon hearing those words, but he just smiled reassuringly. "I will."

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Ethan Landry (Kirsch, Bailey or I don't how what his real last name is) x mexican fem reader

warnings: no ghostface (in this universe Richie actually died in a car accident), friends to lovers

I found @katzluvs idea while looking more Ethan fics, and I instantly thought of the entire school year that I spend at quinceañeras every weekend (including mine) and I got a lot of memories

You and Ethan met during a tour of Blackmore University when both of you were still in high school, being you the one who aproached him noticing how he sent glances at you and his shy aura, let's say that for the entire tour he didn't left your side being a little scared to loose himself from the group

After that, the both of you were inseparable spending time together even knowing each others families (and even knowing what happenned with his older brother)

"So, my cousin is having her quinceañera this weekend", you said while the both of you were watching a movie in his house and eating pizza, "They told me I could bring someone, and I thought of you, what do you think?"

"I've never been in a party like that, or even a normal party", he responded a little nervous

"It doesn't matter, it will be fun, I promise, you could say it's like a family reunion"

"It sounds fun, okay", Ethan nodded making you smile, "But, I don't know how to dance"

"It's easy", you shrugged getting up from the rug, "Come on"

A little doubtful, he did the same while you searched in your Spotify for a song, which was 'Criminal' by Natti Natasha and Ozuna

"Let's have a little class, we will start with urban style, this is like freestyle", you instructed, "Try to move your hips and relax"

At first it was hard because he haven't dance in his entire life, but he kinda understood, kinda, following with something a little more coreographed, 'Procura' from Chichi Peralta

"This is a little more traditional, we could call it a cumbia if we want to say, the ones who dance this more are the adults, but it would help, take my hands and follow me"

Nervous, he took your hands following your moves feeling more confident and tought that the dance was fun

"Okay, with this you can dance all the songs in that style, but the more difficult challenge is this", you said playing 'Payaso de Rodeo', "This is indespensible to learn, beacuse everyone is on the dance floor during this, and if you could hold it, we are going to be one of the few people standing"

"Is this a contest?", Ethan asked with confusion

"No", you replied, "But is fun"

Due to being a little more active, both of you made more space in his room to start practicing the dance, often crashing into each other between laughes, not noticing that Wayne and Quinn were watching everything from the door with confusion, Quinn filming the whole thing for fun

The day of the party who was saturday, Ethan had a little breakdown due to the fact that he didn't know what to wear until he asked you, and you answered saying a suit will be fine

"Who wears a suit to a family reunion?", Ethan asked while pacing in the living room

"I was curious and searched for those type of parties", Quinn said, "It's a big deal, like their MET Gala, also, if she has some hot cousin, can you get his number for me?"

"Are you fucking serious right now?", Ethan exclaimed in disbelief

"Kids, calm down", Wayne interrupted the discussion, "Ethan, here you go, is my jacket and Richie's old formal pants and you have a white formal shirt, it should be fine"

"Thanks dad", Ethan sighed taking the pieces of clothes, "Do you think I need a tie or something?"

"First go take a shower and dress, we'll disscus it later", Wayne instructed gently pushing him towards the bathroom

"Do you think he's going to kiss her today?", Quinn asked her father Ethan entered the bathroom

"I hope so", Wayne sighed

A few hours later, Ethan was still in his room getting ready with Quinn's help, deciding that a tie was no needed, when they heard how the front door was being open follow by your voice, so they hurried to the living room

When Ethan saw you in a light pink jumpsuit and golden high heels with your hair in small waves and golden accesories, he stopped for a moment before Quinn moved his arm in a sign to come back to this reality

"Ethan, hi", you exclaimed hugging him, "You look great"

"Thanks", he smiled with shyness, "You look gorgeous, well, you always look gorgeous"

Laughing a little because of his nervous tone, you took the time to notice he was wearing a black jacket and pants with a white formal shirt with the first two buttons undone, no tie in sight

After a few minutes of Quinn taking photos of both of you, you and Ethan were free to go towards the entrance of the building were your family car was waiting in the street

"Ethan!", your little sister screamed running in his direction, at what him took her in his arms, "I'm so happy your coming"

"I'm too", he responded with sincerity, "You look like a little princess"

"Y/N help me to choose it", she said gesturing the bright pink puffy dress

"¡Niños, apurense!", your mom screamed from the passenger seat, "¡Vamos a llegar tarde!"

Making your way to the car, the six year old child was the first to enter followed by you and Ethan

"Mijo, te ves guapisimo", your mom said turning to watch Ethan

"Gracias", Ethan smiled with his cheeks burning red understanding what she said due to the fact that you teach him some spanish

The moment the car parked outside the building of the events room and Ethan saw all the cars in the parking lot, he knew his sister was serious about the topic

"Here's what you need to know", you said while walikg behind your parents, "La quinceañera will enter after everyone is here, it will probably take an hour, right know they are en la misa de celebración and they will take a lot of photos, after her arrival she will make her gran entrada, following with the waltz and her surprise dance, the snacks and desserts table is closed until after the dances, the little ones had their own menu which is like fast food or something like that, the adults have fancy food, only the adults get to drink the alcohol, gracias a Dios que ya tenemos dieciocho, usually the teens are on the dance floor during the reggeatón songs, and they are outside after that, mostly the couples, during the part were the teens are on the dance floor, the DJ usually gives ballons, hats with funny phrases, funny accesories, it's crazy, don't mind the kids sleeping in chairs it's normal, ¿alguna pregunta?"

"I think not", Ethan answered while the both of you sit in the lounge area, "I tought you only said family only"

"By family, I meant everyone alive from both sides, friends of the family, friends of the quinceañera, and also her brother's friends, oh, and be careful with the aunts", you explained while a waiter aproached to the small sofa, "Dos daiquiris de fresa con vodka, por favor"

"What do you mean to be careful with the aunts?"

"They usually made uncomfortable questions to people that they don't know, in this case, you, don't worry, I'll be by your side", you smiled while taking one of this hands

At first, that gesture took him by surprise but he eventually felt confident enough to bring your hand to his face to leave a kiss on the back, making you blush

Not noticing your parents watching from afar

"Definitivamente van a besarse para el final de la noche", your mother commented

"No estoy listo para que tenga novio", your dad argued with your little sister in his arms

"Me agrada Ethan", the six year old said while playing with a doll, "Cuando va a casa juega a las muñecas conmigo"

Back at the lounge, you and Ethan were enjoying your drinks or taking photos with your hands still together in his lap

Just like you said, some aunts aproached to say hi and ask about Ethan, some uncomfortable cuestions, some not, but the most common was if the two of you were dating, which both of you denied

Just like you said, soon, the entire room was full of people of all ages, everyone dress in their best clothes, when a group of teenagers aproached the both of you to ask if they could use the extra space in the couches, both of you ended up sitting in a corner with you almost on his lap for the lack of space

During the waltz you recorded part of the dance, not noticing the loving look Ethan was giving you, but some younger cousins did, gigling of how cute that was, but neither of you noticed that

After the dances and speach, Ethan was quick in running to the food tables to grab something for the both of you before the other teens ended it

After the dinner was done, all the teenagers filled the big dance floor leaving empty the lounge area, but even after that, you and Ethan stayed together just enjoying the party

"Do you want to dance?", Ethan asked suddenly making you to look him with surprise, "I-I mean, you teach me how to"

"I would love to", you interrupted him

Smiling in confidence, Ethan took your hand to lead you to a free area in the dance floor to dance without bumping onto someone, but you noticed his nervous self looking anywhere but your eyes, in which you took his chin between your fingers connecting your eyes

"Sueltate, ¿esta bien?", you said smiling, "Diviertete"

His body was a little stiff at the beggining, but seeing you move your entire body at the rythim of the urban and reggeatón music made him do the same taking your hands at first, moving them until they ended in your waist, while yours were in the back of his neck

Even when the more "traditional" songs came, both of you still dance with the song while laughing because all the fun both of you were having

"Do you want to get some air?", Ethan asked watching how you were sweating and gasping for air

"Por favor", you nodded

After telling your parents that you were going to get some air, both of you went to the terrace were you sit on one of the bunks in front of the pool, noticing the cold night, Ethan was quick to put his jacket in your shoulders

"So, what do you think?", you asked taking your heels off

"This is wild and fun", Ethan responded, "I definitely want to come to another"

"Well, you are lucky that another cousin is turning quince in a few months"

"But, I don't want to came as only your friend", Ethan said causing you to look at him in surprise, "I like you, since that day we met at the Blackmore tour, and I'm glad you aproached because I honestly couldn't have the courage to do it myself, and..."

Interrupting him mid-phrase, you leaned over to kiss him at what he was surprised at first but soon he circled your waist with his arms, while your hands were in his curls and neck

The lack of air was the thing that made both of you break the kiss, but your foreheads were still together, during those moments, one of Ethan's hands travelled from your waist to the back of your neck

"In that case, do you want to come to the next ones as my boyfriend?", you asked softly tugging at some strands of his hair

"Me encantaría", Ethan answered with almost perfect pronuncation

For the next few minutes, you and Ethan stayed in the same position sharing small pecks and holding each other, enjoying each other's company

That was until the first melodies of Payaso de Rodeo started sounding, causing the both of you to run inside the room to join the dance