#and both scenes are actually quite miserable to watch

[livwritesstuff]

inspired by a questionable boy-mom tiktok i was subjected to

Eddie can say with confidence that, if he’d been asked many years ago, he would never have guessed he’d be raising three girls. As phenomena go, he doesn’t know how statistically likely it is (Steve maintains it's 50-50, Eddie isn’t so sure). Thirteen years into parenthood, he’s still fuckin’ thrilled about it. He and Steve are raising a kick-ass trio of ladies, and he’s perfectly pleased with his life and his family, which is great because he’d learned pretty quick that most other people are actually miserable with their own lives and like to project their misery onto everyone else.

He also learned that people have a weird complex about raising boys.

Both Eddie and Steve used to get a lot of comments (mostly from strangers in public) about how they’re raising all girls.

When they’re all out together, it’s usually something like at least it’ll only take one boy to even the playing field for you guys, right?

Alone, Eddie gets quite a bit of sexist crap from people who assume he’s straight and raising the girls with a wife, stuff along the lines of you must’ve been disappointed when the last one came out and what’s one more shot, right and the most frequent grimace with sorry, man.

Steve once had a very odd encounter with a woman who’d apparently told him that he needed to give his wife a boy so she’d know what true love really was. Steve had apparently made a very quiet and very polite scene about it which, in Eddie’s opinion, is entirely understandable because that’s weird as fuck for a plethora of reasons.

Now that girls are older, they themselves report hearing the occasional commentary on the subject when it comes up in their own lives. 

Once, when Eddie had (somewhat stupidly) brought all three girls to the grocery store, he’d rounded the corner to see fifteen-year-old Moe leaning against their shopping cart and regarding an older woman with an expression of politely-veiled disdain (it’s a very Steve expression, actually).

“Three girls,” the woman says incredulously, “God, your poor dad.”

Eddie watches Moe make a face 

“Uh…well, they do like us, y’know,” she replies.

“Right you are, my brilliant girl,” Eddie grins, as he walks up to her, “Right you definitely are.”

#girl-dad supremacy yes? #moe is first in line to reject the notion of dads not wanting to have daughters #in her opinion it’s borderline cringy how much her dads love them and in that she will defend them to the *grave* #steddie #liv's steddie dads verse #steddie dads #steve harrington #eddie munson #idk what this is

[whiteteadreams]

Pink + White

Pairing: Non-Idol!Zhong Chenle x Maid Cafe Waitress!Female Reader

Preview: “Chenle, we shouldn’t.” He backed you into the kitchen island, watching your every move. “Why not?” He looked into your frantic eyes that were searching for a way out with a false sense of confusion. Chenle placed his hands on the counter at your sides, slightly behind you, caging you in.

“T-the deal?” You assumed it was obvious but as you said it, you knew it didn’t make sense and you were screwed. “I think we both know that this-” he pointed between the two of you, “-isn’t a part of the deal.” He was right. You hated him but that didn’t mean you didn’t want him.

Word Count: 15.1k

Genre: (not actual) Enemies to Lovers, smut, angst, fluff, non-Idol AU,

Warnings: Chenle is really mean, reader is quite sensitive, their sexual relations aren't a part of the deal they made, both parties' consent and enjoy what goes on, blackmailing, cleaning wounds, chemical burns and bruises are mentioned, reader works at a maid cafe (men are weird and gross.), they aren't actually enemies ig they're just stupid, mature language/cursing, not proofread at all

Smut Warnings: slight dub-con (easy to miss), maid kink obvi, degrading names (slut, bitch, messy, whore etc.), kitchen sex, use of pussy pump, oral sex (both receiving and giving), sex is interrupted at one point, squirting, slapping, praise, heavy degradation, dumbification, dom/sub themes, chenle is mean, photo taken during sex, possessiveness, ik there is more so pls let me know lol

a/n- so this sprouted from several things lol i already had the idea for one of the scenes and then the youtuber emirichu posted her video abt the maid cafe and i just wanted to go ahead and write this. i hope you all enjoy it <3 ALSO sorry it took so long to write, it's over 11k words more than i thought it was gonna be lol

Stepping into the ‘Employee’s Only’ bathroom, you made sure your appearance was perfect before clocking in for your shift. Your thigh-high socks were all the way up, only two inches below the hem of your skirt. Your frills were wrinkle free, allowing them to show their true shape. The bow that sat at the small of your back wasn’t too tight nor too loose, it was fluffed, just like it was required to be. You didn’t hate the uniform, you felt really cute in it, but it was the customers that made it dreadful. The old men that would come in just to get called “Master” always, without fail, make some comment about taking the dress off of you.

Other than them, your job was quite enjoyable, it was a pretty and chill environment, you made close friends with some of your coworkers, and the shoes that came with the uniform made everything slightly less miserable for you. Shiny, black Mary Jane heels.

Deeming your hair, makeup, and outfit good enough to start your day, you walked out of the bathroom and headed for the machine in the back of the café.

“Hey girly” Minjeong bumped your hip as she passed you. She was the first friend you had met while working at the café. And even now, she was your closest friend. Your friendship didn’t stay inside the café but the two of you spent time together constantly.

“Hi Minjeong, have we been busy so far?” She didn’t give you a verbal response, only nodding her head with wide crazed eyes. You laughed at her expression and finished punching in your numbers. The ding sounded and that signaled that your shift had begun.  

“Alrighty, one of your regulars is here so you better go wait on him.” Minjeong pointed to the man in the corner of the restaurant. Having immediately recognized him, you grumbled a bit. Sure the tips were great, but you’d have to work for him. He wasn’t just gonna give you money for looking pretty, he’d make you run back and forth with different requests for the kitchen.

“Wish me luck.” Fixing you once slouched posture, you stood up straight and walked out of the back and towards the main floor. Minjeong winked at you, bit her lip, and wolf whistled as you walked away.

You were still lightly laughing as you approached the customer who had been waiting for you. “Well, aren’t you happy to see me?” Your real laughter stopped immediately and was replaced with your “customer service” laugh, it was fake and high pitched. “Oh I’m always excited to see you, Master.” You bowed your head, looking down at your shoes while you waited for him to say something.

“I think I’ll have my usual for lunch, but I’m in the mood for something sweet.” His gaze was almost predatory. The glint of lust in his eyes that were raking your body was unwanted. “How about you and that other pretty little maid over there tell me what you would recommend.” He licked his bottom lip as he pointed at Minjeong with his head.

“Right away Master.” Bowing to him and turning on your heel, you walked over to Minjeong who was headed towards the kitchen.

You walking quicker just a tad to put you side by side to Minjeong, all while still looking graceful for the customers who could still see you. “Sup pretty little maid, the guy over there wants us to recommend something for desert.” You smirked and raised both eyebrows in a provocative way. “Ugh, is that what he called me or something?” Nodding your head and linking your arm to hers, you steered the both of you back to the man’s table.

While you were still out of the man’s earshot, you heard Minjeong let out a, “Fucking old ass perv.” You elbowed her slyly since you were in the main dining area but still let out a snort, which of course caused her to laugh as well.

“Now I have two pretty girls to assist me. Okay ladies, what would you recommend for something sweet today. Of course, I’m open to trying anything.” Ignoring his obvious advances, you pointed at the menu the dessert section and gave more in-depth descriptions of all of them.

 “Oh my fucking god.” The voice came from behind you and was in shock. Minjeong looked at you with confusion. “Do you know him?” She raised one of her eyebrows at the man behind you. “I’m sorry Mister, it appears another guest is in need of immediate service. I’ll be right with you Master.” Bowing to the man seated in front of you, he rolled his eyes but allowed you to leave.

Minjeong who was still next to you wanted to know if any drama would come out of this conversation. Turning around to face the shocked man, you were still looking at Minjeong when you started speaking to him. “Is there anything I can assist you with Sir?” As soon as you said ‘Sir’, your eyes flickered to who you were actually speaking to. Zhong Chenle, the boy you had a damn nearly decade long feud with.

Before you could show any signs of embarrassment, he started talking. In a ridiculing way, he said your full name slowly. “I never would’ve thought I’d see you working in a place like this. The fuck were you thinking?” He just kept laughing, in your place of employment. Not only was he embarrassing you, but you actually liked your job for the most part and it hurt that he was making fun of it.  

Your boss overheard the conversation and the commotion that Chenle was causing. A few well-known patrons were getting annoyed with being disturbed. You heard your name being called from behind you. “Get this boy out of here and then get back to work!” Glaring at Chenle, you took him by his elbow and pulled him out the back door.

“Why the hell are you here?” You were seething at this point. But even if you were mad, the embarrassment you felt when Chenle’s eyes raked up and down your body overtook every other emotion. He smirked when you crossed your arms and put your legs together, cowering under his gaze.

“Why am I here? Oh, I don’t know, to look at all the pretty maids. It seems like I found my favorite already.” He looked down right sleezy.

“This café is 30 minutes away from campus, there’s literally one down the street from your apartment. Why wouldn’t you just go there? I work here to insure that I don’t run into anyone I know.” By your words, he seemed to gain something, but you didn’t know why the evil look in his eyes was present.

Chenle walked around you, causing you to turn around to follow him, not wanting him to be behind you at any point. “So, what you’re saying is, you don’t want anyone to know about this.” You slowly nodded, regretting saying anything to him.

“It would suck if I told anyone about this, wouldn’t it?”

“You can’t Chenle! Please, don’t. I’ll do anything!” You gasped, pleading for your secret to stay hidden.

“Anything?” He was sly, making sure that no matter what happened, he got the most out of it. In this situation, he would either get to bask in your embarrassment or he would get you.

You thought carefully about your next words, deciding if it would be worth it.

“What would you get out of it?” He shrugged nonchalantly before running his finger along the lace trimming of your skirt. “I think we both know that I’ll get you out of it at some point. However, you can just clean my apartment until then.”

Cleaning with the possibility of sex. You hated Chenle and he hated you, sex would never happen. However, cleaning didn’t seem so bad. It wasn’t as bad as everyone on campus knowing you worked at a maid café.

“Alright, sure.” You rolled your eyes at him, but you still couldn’t shake the feeling in your gut. You didn’t know what that feeling was, but you figured you’d find out eventually.

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Your feet felt heavy as they dragged you to Chenle’s front door. You wish they were truly as heavy as they felt so you wouldn’t be able to make it to the door. But still, no matter how much you wished your feet would somehow get cemented to the floor, you arrived in front of the wooden door.

Raising your fist to knock, you wondered if this was even worth it. Would it really be terrible if everyone knew about your job? Even the thought of people knowing made your skin crawl, so you went through with the plan and tapped your knuckles on the door.

Hearing a “One minute!” allowed you a bit of time to give yourself a breather and of course, Chenle being Chenle, that minute, turned into a few.

The door swung open once you decided to pull out your phone. Chenle, looking like he had just rolled out of bed, leaned against the frame. His eyes went from your trench coat to your sock covered legs, and down to your heels. His eyes never once reached our face until it was to question your appearance.

“Where’s the maid dress I requested? That was a crucial part of the deal.” Rolling your eyes, you grabbed the belt of the coat and pulled it loose, allowing the front to fall to the sides, baring your outfit to him.

“Ah, there we go. Such a good pretty maid. My pretty maid.” There must be something in the air, because no way in hell did Zhong Chenle’s words make you clench your thighs. Maybe it was the way he was looking at you with those sleepy eyes and smiling at you with that tired smile. Whatever it was, you hated it, but at the same time, you wanted it.

You wanted more.

More of him.

However, you needed to ignore the feelings and just get on with the deal you made. “Alright, what do you want me to clean first?” Smiling, he stepped aside, but not enough for you not to touch. Your side brushed his and he didn’t move until you were all the way in the large apartment.

“Well, you’re gonna clean something I hate cleaning.” It’s going to be his bathroom; you just know it.

Chenle led you through his penthouse sized apartment and said nothing. Walking through the living room that connected to the kitchen and following him down the hallway, he stopped in front of the 4th room on the left.

“Here’s where the porcelain throne stands.” The bathroom. Of course it was going to be the fucking bathroom.

You stepped into the bathroom that was easily bigger than your entire bedroom. Chenle on the other hand bent down and opened the cabinets underneath the sink. “So I don’t know if you’re allergic to any of these products, so I bought you these gloves. The chemical in the orange bottle makes my hands red so, be careful with that one.” You watched as he placed everything on top of the vanity.

Chenle stood back up and handed you the pale pink rubber gloves. “I wanted them to match your outfit.” You grimaced when you looked around the bathroom. For being so rich, the stereotypical housekeeper was nowhere to be seen.

“That’s why I have you.” Your body was facing the mirror and when you looked up to see the voice, Chenle’s mouth was against your ear. Apparently, you had said that out loud. “You’re my pretty little maid. We made a deal and I’m gonna use you in any way I want until you either back out or I’ve had enough.”

He gave your ear an open-mouthed kiss, lightly slapped your thigh where your skin showed and left.

We made a deal and I’m gonna use you in any way I want until you either back out or I’ve had enough.

He wants to sleep with you. Or that’s what he made it seem like.

Not knowing where to start, you decided on cleaning the floor last, just so if anything dripped onto it, you wouldn’t have to clean it twice. 

You were immediately thankful for your thinking since as soon as you picked up one of the spray bottles, it leaked onto the floor once you spritzed onto the washcloth.

Rolling your eyes to yourself, you went ahead and put on the gloves just in case anything else leaked unexpectedly. The gloves were your size which was helpful, you wouldn’t have to worry about the glove sliding down while you were cleaning.

Pulling the gloves on your hands and up to the middle of your forearms, you closed your eyes and randomly picked another bottle. Letting fate decide which disgusting bathroom appliance of Chenle’s you’d have to clean first.

Opening your eyes, bottle in hand, you read the description. You kneeled down by the edge of the bathtub, leaned against the side and started spraying around the tub.

You didn’t mind cleaning, you felt as if it was oddly therapeutic. Spraying the liquid, wiping it away, and watching all the gunk disappear. It was easy to let your mind slip and wander as the hypnotic sight played out in front of you.

The bathtub, toilet, mirrors, sink, and vanities were all clean after about 45 minutes. Your mind wandering definitely caused you to move a bit slower than normal but at least it went by fast. Reaching for more floor cleaner, Chenle walked into the room and just stood there. Stood there and watched you clean.

Tired of his watchful eyes, you abruptly stopped and slapped your covered thighs in annoyance. “Can I help you?” He leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed and a stupid smirk plastered onto his face. He shook his head and continued to watch. “Then why are you looking at me?” You refused to clean one more tile until you knew why he was standing there.

“Am I not allowed to look at my maid? She’s really pretty, it’s hard not to stare when I’ve got her kneeling on the floor for me.” Rolling your eyes at him, you reached for the bottle with the goal of ignoring him. “And now I’ve got her rolling her eyes back!” No matter how annoying he was at this moment, you laughed at him and threw the rag you were using to clean the floor with at him.

“Oh my god, fuck off man.” He caught the flying rag that was headed towards his face and grinned. “Nah I just wanted to tell you that I’ve got sandwiches on the table for lunch.” Chenle reached his hand out to you and shook it lightly, telling you to grab it. Placing your hand in the warmth of his, he helped you off the floor and led you to the kitchen. Your head hurt from the intense smell of his expensive cologne, the feeling of his hand still holding yours, and the thought of him making sandwiches himself, for you.

Pulling away from him to pour yourself some lemonade, with a shaking hand you picked it up by the handle and used the spout of the pitcher to ensure that nothing spilled out. Watching the pale-yellow drink pour into the cup, you listened to Chenle behind you. The crinkle sound the bag of chips made solved the mystery of where he was standing.

When your cup was full you placed the glass pitcher back down on the counter, the soft clink letting you know it was secure. Turning around to sit down at the table, you didn’t know that Chenle had also moved but he was now right behind you. Your chests collided, causing you to spill the lemonade on yourself and Chenle.

“I’m so sorry, it was an accident!” You could hear the drink drip on the floor but all you were concerned about was the stain that was surely going to be on his shirt in a few minutes. The stark white behind the yellow worried you. “Take off your shirt, let me spray it and go throw it in the washer.” His silence scared you more than the stain. He hadn’t said anything but when you looked up at him with wide eyes, he was just smiling while watching you panic.

“Haven’t even been here for an hour and you already wanna rip my clothes off.” He tsked in a mocking way but nonetheless he took off his shirt. When you reached for the shirt, he threw it behind him but stepped closer to you.

His face was so close to yours and quite frankly, you didn’t know what to do. You knew what you wanted to do, but that was a whole different thing.

“Chenle, we shouldn’t.” He backed you into the kitchen island, watching your every move. “Why not?” He looked into your frantic eyes that were searching for a way out. Chenle placed his hands on the counter at your sides, slightly behind you, caging you in.

“T-the deal?” You assumed it was obvious but as you said it, you knew it didn’t make sense and you were screwed. “I think we both know that this-” he pointed between the two of you, “-isn’t a part of the deal.” He was right. You hated him but that didn’t mean you didn’t want him.

He took another step closer to you, the space that was once between you was now gone. “All you gotta do is tell me to stop. I will stop, immediately.” As his lips moved, they brushed against yours.

“Push me away and I’ll stop this. You can go back to cleaning.” You would’ve laughed at him if you weren’t starting to get wet. The thought of Chenle doing whatever sick things he wanted to do to you took over your common sense and hatred.

You stood up on your toes, teasing his lips with yours before pressing them together.

Instead of laughing at you and cracking some perverted joke, Chenle caressed your uniformed sides. Continuing to kiss you, he leaned back, allowing you to put your full weight on him. His chest was much firmer than you originally thought. Under the baggy clothes he wore was a muscular, sculpted body. As much as you enjoyed feeling him, you wanted to see him.

“Chenle-” The name that whispered out was one you never would’ve thought you’d say in this way. He didn’t say anything back, but he knew exactly what you wanted. Chenle grazed the exposed skin between your thigh highs and the hem of your skirt. Those gentle touches turn rough as he picked you up by the back of your thighs. He held you close and just looked at you a bit when the movement broke the kiss.

The expression that painted his face could only be explained by confusion. He was internally battling with himself over the situation, much like yourself. The years of fighting and insults and tears were ignored by your lower halves, which were begging for something, anything.

Still without exchanging any words, Chenle turned around so he could see where you were headed, and you couldn’t. While he took you to whichever room in his apartment he wanted, you set yourself a personal goal of marking him. You placed both wet and sucking open-mouthed kisses along the column of his pale neck. His steps faltered a tad when you assumed you found his sweet spot. You didn’t hold back there, sucking the skin hard enough to leave an immediate red mark.

Chenle’s breath was heavy now, more than before. He feared that you had control over him, but whether it was because of the deal or the feeling in your bodies, it was the opposite. Feeling so wrapped up in your own world of bruising his neck, you didn’t realize how far he had walked.

You gasped as your back hit the bed and then giggled once you bounced. Chenle was standing at the foot of the bed, looming over your flushed figure. You went to make eye contact with him only to see that his eyes weren’t on yours. His were so clearly focused on your thighs. Your skirt was pushed up from your impact on the bed and your thighs were pressed against each other. While seeing that he wasn’t looking at you did make your heart ache a bit, but you quickly decided to use it to your advantage.

While still watching him, you slowly parted your thighs are raised your skirt even more. This allowed him to see your white panties that now had a very visible wet spot from your arousal.

“My pretty maid has such a pretty pussy.”  

“You haven’t even seen it yet.”

“That’s right, maybe you should take off your panties. Please let me see you.”

His voice had a whiny edge to it. Desperation laced it and it caused you to give in. Using your heels, you lifted your hips off the bed and hooked your fingers in the waistband of your panties and slipped them down your legs. They were still hanging off of one of your ankles, so you lifted your leg and brought the panties towards his face.

“My maid is a little tease too.” Chenle grabbed the panties from your ankle and brought them up to his nose. As the smell of your arousal entered his nostrils, his eyes rolled back, and a red tint covered his face.

Crawling on the bed towards your head, he planted kisses along your clothed body, letting out boyish giggles when he felt you twitch from it tickling. When his face was hovering over yours, you pulled him down by the back of his neck and smashed your lips together.

His tongue licked across the seam of your lips, pleading for entry, and who were you to deny him. Chenle’s smile was so obvious that you could feel it in the smile. You lifted your legs and wrapped them around his slim waist, keeping him as close as possible to you.

You tilted your head a bit, trying to get his lips on yours even more, if that was even possible. He matched movements, seemingly trying to do the same. Moans and laughs were the only things heard throughout the room, until a ringing sounded.

“Fuck! My fucking phone.” Chenle grumbled, several apologies and quick kisses were landed along your body as he picked himself up and grabbed the ringing phone that was on the nightstand.

“I’m” kiss “so” kiss “fucking” kiss “sorry”. You laughed at him and nodded, letting him up by releasing your legs’ grip on him. Chenle rolled his eyes, mimicked his father’s voice but nonetheless answered the phone before the ringing stopped.

Immediately the conversation turned serious, and he stepped out of the room. As soon as his figure disappeared into the hallway, the feeling of lust and lightheadedness left your body and shame took over. What the hell was that.

Your body was cold now, no longer embraced by the heat of Chenle’s body pressed against yours. But the cold sweat and the dry throat was enough to force you out of bed and towards the bathroom. Walking on your tippytoes to prevent any noise, you made your way to the bathroom.

Closing the door slowly, making sure the door didn’t creak, you splashed cold water on your face and cupped water in your hands and brought them up to your lips.

The cold water running down your throat soothed you, but still not as much as you needed it to. You almost had sex with Chenle. You liked it. And you were upset that you were interrupted.

Looking in the mirror, laughing at yourself, you shook your head and opened the door. Jumping a bit at the sight of Chenle leaning on the wall next to it, he was still on the phone.

He was slouching and opening and closing his mouth in a mocking sense of his father. He smiled at the giggle you let out. Chenle’s smile faded though, his expression turning solemn again. He looked at you and you looked at him, both of you silently agreeing that it was your time to leave.

With one last glance, you made your way out, but you could still feel his eyes following you, watching you leave. You had to stay strong and resist the urge to look behind you. Although difficult, you succeeded. It was difficult to understand what you were feeling, you hated him, and he hated you, but you wanted him, and he wanted you. You didn’t have to like someone to be attracted to them.

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As soon as you knocked on the door, Chenle opened it and pulled you in with your wrist. “Chenle, wha-” He interrupted you by kissing your mouth, not even giving you time to react before he started talking. “I just need you, I wanna try something new that I saw.” Every type of kink was flying through your mind, or at least the ones you haven’t tried yet. “Are you okay with this?”

“Yeah, what is it though?” Chenle walked you to the master bedroom, him leading you from behind. Every time he tightened his grip on your waist, you clenched your thighs, wondering what he had planned.

“I bought you some more maid dresses, some like your uniform and others, not so much. I just didn’t want you to ruin your uniform.” He opened the armoire that hadn’t been there the last time you were there. The opened doors revealed several different dresses from pink to black and others that weren’t traditional collars. They ranged from different styles and materials, but they all had one thing in common, they were obviously expensive. With the dresses hanging from a rod at the top, there was about a half of foot of space from the dresses to the bottom of the section of the armoire.

Before you said anything about what you saw, Chenle spoke up. “I know how much you like the Mary Jane heels, so I bought you a bunch of different kinds and you can keep all of them even after the deal.” You turned around to face him and smiled.

“I can’t believe this, thank you so much!” You walked over to him; heels clicking on the hard wood floors and kissed his cheek. “That isn’t all.” His words trailed on, he refused to look at you, and he scratched the back of his neck. But the thing that made you giggle was the blush that spread across his entire face.

This Chenle was different, he was more vulnerable which allowed you to relax a bit even with the sexual undertone. “The drawers.” He pointed to the four drawers that were built in, under the doors of the armoire.

Raising one of your eyebrows, you walked backwards still keeping an eye on Chenle who still refused to look at you. Turning around and kneeling, you opened the first drawer, the top one on the left. As soon as everything inside was in your view, you heard Chenle make a slapping noise.

When you looked behind you, over your shoulder, he was covering his eyes with his right hand. Looking back at the drawer, you felt the fabric of the several sets of lingerie. Some were classier, babydoll styles with sheer fabric to cover the skin and others were blatantly sexy, garter belts, hooks and rings, matched with crotchless panties.

“Oh my god Chenle, what a fucking freak.” Your voice was laced with tease, making sure Chenle knew that you weren’t truly making fun of him. His ears were now burning red, and you were worried that he’d start crying soon.

Opening the drawer next to the one you were in now; you saw even more sets of lingerie. You coughed at the thought of the price of all of them. “Okay, okay, I thought you’d look pretty in them, so I bought them, move on.” Laughing at Chenle’s pleading groan, you smiled but complied. Closing the drawers and moving on to the bottom ones.

You decided to just open them both at the same time, ripping it off like a Band-Aid. “Chenle-” Gasping at the sight that was in front of you. You didn’t think you’ve ever seen this many different sex toys in one place. Dildos, vibrators, gags, collars, leases, floggers, candles, and that wasn’t even it. There were things that you didn’t even know what they were.

“Are these for me too?” Your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. You never would’ve thought that Chenle would spend this much money on you. You closed the drawers, got up, and approached Chenle who was still seated at the foot of his bed.

You pushed his chest back, causing his back to hit the bed. With him now lying flat, you climbed on top of him, straddling him. “What kind of shit do you want to do to me? Huh?” You laid your chest on his, your breasts pressing against him now.

His hands enclosed around your hips and pulled you closer to his face. “I wanna make you cry and beg.” Biting your lip at his words, you got up off of him and looked at your new collection of dresses. “You got me all worked up, what do you wanna do first?”

You looked through all the toys in the drawers, looking at all the ones you weren’t familiar with. “This dress, these heels, and this toy.” Chenle threw the dress behind him at the bed and picked up the heels and the toy that kind of resembled an oxygen mask.

“What even is that?” You followed Chenle to the bed and tried to figure out what exactly was the thing he was holding. “It’s a pussy pump. It’s gonna make that tiny pussy all swollen and sensitive for me.” Oh.

“I’ll leave you to put on the dress, just call me in when you’re ready.” He kissed your head and walked out, leaving you alone with yourself.

You kicked off your heels after unbuckling them. It took a few tries to reach the zipper behind you but after you got it and pulled down, the dress pooled at your feet.

“Do you want me to leave my bra and panties on?” Chenle didn’t pick out a set, so you weren’t sure of what he wanted. “No, just the dress and heels.”

Unhooking your bra and pulling down your panties, you picked up the dress and just looked at it a bit. You hadn’t gotten to see it when he pulled it out of the closet. It was a pink frilly one, really short too. Looking over at the pussy pump that Chenle picked out, you thought about what it would do to you. You knew that it would basically do from what he had said but Chenle didn’t say what it would actually do.

Deciding to just wait for Chenle to help you through it, you pulled the dress over your head. There wasn’t a zipper, the hem that held the bust up was just elastic, so it fitted.

The way you looked at yourself in the mirror and assessed the way you looked reminded you of how you would prepare for a shift. You felt pretty in frills at work, and you felt pretty right now, standing in Chenle’s penthouse bedroom in a pink dress that he bought for you. ‘

From the way your hair sat to the way your socks were tugged up, you made sure you looked pretty with Chenle in mind.

“I’m all done!” You called out and waited for Chenle to walk back in. Calming your breathing to make sure you could hear Chenle’s footsteps didn’t help, because they never came. The door immediately opened with Chenle walking in.

“Were you just waiting right out the door?” You made eye contact with him through the mirror. Even though you expected a verbal answer to your question, you received something else. A compliment.

“You look so pretty. My pretty maid. My pretty girl.” He walked up behind you, still holding eye contact and wrapped his arms around your waist. You liked the weight of his arms on your hips, and he liked the way it felt to have your skin touching his. When you turned your head to look at him directly, your noses lightly knocked against each other from close proximity.

Chenle squeezed your hips and started walking you backwards, leaving wet kisses on your neck until the back of his knees hit his bed. He sat down and just pulled you down with him. Both of you were still facing the mirror. “I want you to watch yourself during this. Since we’re bringing in new and more intense things into the bedroom, what do you want you safe word to be. I don’t want you to feel like you don’t have any control.”

With how short the dress was, being spread out on Chenle’s lap bared everything to your eyes. Your knees were hooked over his and since his legs were spread, so were yours. The obscene sight was the only thing you could pay attention do. The warm lighting made the both of you glow, and with Chenle’s sincere look, you relaxed in his hold and allowed yourself to slouch against him.

“I get that you’re really pretty, but this is important. I’m gonna need you to answer me if you wanna start.” He spoke quietly against your ear and looked at you through the mirror since it was the only thing you were paying attention to you.

“Look at me.” Through the mirror, your eyes connected. “No, look at me.” Sucking in a breath, you turned your head to look at Chenle. “So, what do you want your safe word to be?” His fingers lightly brushed your thighs, drawing shapes along your smooth skin.

Giggling, you thought about a word that was a bit silly and on theme. “How about Windex?” Chenle’s normal obnoxious laugh was dialed down for the serious conversation. “I mean, if that’s what you want it to be, I’m happy with it. However, I hope to never put you in a situation where you need to use it.” Your giggling died down and you smiled softly at Chenle, you wanted to live in the sweet moment, but with Chenle’s half hard cock sitting against your ass, your pussy spread out, and the pussy pump next to you, you needed him to do something.

“Alright, it feels like you’re getting needy with all your squirming, let’s get you wet.”

Chenle started with just looking at you through the mirror, at your pussy specifically. “Chenle, just hurry. Please.” He laughed at you and brought his hands from your thighs to your naval. He rubbed the junction of your thighs and naval, inching closer and closer to that place you needed him the most.

With one last whimper from you, Chenle gave in to what you wanted. He ran two fingers through your wet lips. He circled around your hole that was clenching around nothing, but he still didn’t fuck you yet.

“How are you so fucking wet already?” It was a rhetorical question. He knew the answer and so did you. It was because of him.

One of his hands disappeared from your cunt and picked up something from your side. The pussy pump.

He kissed the back of your neck and placed the chamber on your pussy after removing his other hand, now using it to hold the pump.

In his left hand he held the chamber to you and with his right was the pump. He gave the hand pump an experimental pump to see if it would stay. Like a vacuum, it gave your pussy a suctioned feel. It wasn’t like what you’ve seen with a penis pump. It didn’t blow air into you, instead it sucked it.

Giving it a few more pumps, Chenle watched and listened to you. Whining at the new feeling, you looked at yourself. “Chenle, it feels really weird.” He chuckled lowly in your ear and instead of saying something he just pumped it again and again.

You watched what it was doing to you through the mirror. “Oh my god, Chenle!” He didn’t give you a break during it, he pumped it, listened to your noises and then continued with his ministrations.

Tears formed in your eyes at the feeling.

You didn’t think that Chenle could possibly pump it again as the chamber was impossibly tight around your cunt, but he was able to prove you wrong.

It wasn’t your pleas or begs that persuaded him to stop. It was his own impatience. He flicked the valve and released the suction. The blood flow returned to your cunt and your clit throbbed, already so sensitive and Chenle himself has barely touched you.

The chamber fell from no longer being supported and you gasped at the sight. He wasn’t joking when he said it would cause your pussy to be swollen and you didn’t know how long it would last like that. You didn’t even move, scared to feel it.

“Oh my god, fucking look at it.” Chenle flicked your clit that had easily grown twice its original size. You screamed at the feeling, it felt as if he had already been touching you, for the whole day possibly. “How long is this gonna last?” Your thighs jumped when he ran three fingers through your folds. Playing with the swollen flesh and wetness, he thought out loud. “Imagine you stayed like this forever, ruined for anyone to ever come after me. Proof that you let me do these things to you. Think about what people would think if they saw you like this. Fucking whore.”

He slapped, pinched, and stuffed your pussy, forcing you to let out gasps, moans, and screams. It wasn’t until you felt his cock prod at your dripping hole. You had felt him get his cock out of his sweats, but you thought he was going to give you a minute before he fucked you.

“Wait, Chenle, just give me a moment.” He complied but still asked, “Do you want to use your safe word?” Shaking your head, you leaned back against Chenle, starting to take a breather. It quickly came to an end though when his hands tightened around your waist, picked you up, and placed you on the ground.

“While you wait, you’re gonna clean.” He smiled and threw you one of the old towels that he used to clean. You stared at him in disbelief, jaw dropping once you saw him scoot back on the bed, back against the headboard.

“What? You want to wait, but we might as well be productive during it. And get your tits out.” The stark difference of Chenle’s attitude towards you was something you were ashamed to admit that it made you wet.

Still listening to him though, you pulled the bust of your dress down and let the elastic snap under your breasts.

You got up from your spot on the floor to go grab the floor cleaner. When you walked your pussy clenched from sensitivity. “The floor isn’t gonna clean itself and at this point you’re just gonna have more to clean with the way your dripping all over it.” When you were standing over your original spot on the floor, about to kneel down you noticed that there were small droplets from you. Chenle just laughed when you looked down, not being able to hold eye contact with him.

Deciding to go ahead and start cleaning, you sprayed some of the floor cleaner on the rag and started to scrub the floor. “My pretty little mindless doll.” His voice was gentle with a hint of being condescending. Every time you would scrub the floor a bit harder your breasts would bounce and Chenle would palm his aching cock with more pressure.

Even though you had only been on the ground for a few minutes, you needed him to do something. You didn’t want to wait any longer. You needed to be fucked. “Chenle, please. Do something, anything.” His smile turned devious and soon after, you felt the flash and heard the click of a polaroid camera.

Chenle waited for the film to develop before he approached you. Crouching down to your level, he placed the humiliating photo in your line of sight. “Who’s is that?”

When you were about to say it was you, you realized that he said, ‘who’s is that’ not ‘who is that’. “Yours.” Smiling and placing the photo in his phone case, he helped you off the floor.

“Even though you’re a slut who doesn’t deserve to be fucked on a bed, you can rest your knees just since I’m nice.” His grip on your upper arm helped him throw you onto the bed. Your skirt lifted in the process and showed Chenle the curve of your ass.

“Spread your legs. Now.”

Laying on your stomach, you did what you were told. Chenle stood behind you, watching you listen to him. “Such a good little maid. My little slut.” Chenle ran his palm over the smooth skin of your ass before landing a harsh slap on it. He felt his dick twitch at the sight of the muscle jiggling at the impact.

“I need to be in you, need to cum inside that sweet pussy.” Climbing on the bed, knees on either side of your hips, Chenle pulled your ass a part as far as your would stretch before slamming inside your dripping hole.

“Fuck! Chenle! Feel so, so good.” Your eyes rolled back at the feeling of his cock dragging against your gummy walls.

With every thrust in your cunt, you could feel Chenle’s balls slap against your thighs, and every now and then you felt a slap against your ass.

“Yeah, this is what you were made for huh, just a hole for me to dump my cum into. But don’t worry slut, you’re the best whore there is, so willing to take everything I give you.” To emphasize his point, Chenle ran his finger through your swollen folds and flicked your puffy clit, reminding you of what you allowed him to do to your body.

Never once slowing his pace, Chenle tightened his grip on your hips and pulled your ass up off the bed, so he’d have better access to your clit. With the new position, your weight was being held up by your knees and chest, but with the angle of your body, your face was smashed into the mattress, muffling every noise that came out of your mouth. 

Your pussy throbbed, needing to release already. With the pussy pump, it felt like Chenle had already had his way with you, several times. The feeling of his fingers flicking and pinching your clit plus the head of his cock kissing the spot deep inside you was making you feel overstimulated, even though you haven’t even cum yet.

“Chenle, please, please, let me cum. I need it.” Rolling the bud between his pointer finger and thump, Chenle added pressure, squeezing it. “Yeah, go ahead, but just because you’re cumming so quick doesn’t mean we’re stopping any time soon.”

Deciding that Chenle’s trade wasn’t a now issue, you agreed foolishly. The need to cum was the only thing on your mind and once Chenle gave you permission, you let go. However, you didn’t think you would cum as much as you did.

Screaming into the blankets, you soaked Chenle’s waist and torso, squirting harder and harder as Chenle kept going. “My messy little baby, I told you, I’m not done playing with you yet. But that little pussy controls you huh, you just couldn’t help it!” Chenle laughed at you, mockingly.

“The only thing in that empty little head is thought of cumming on my dick.” Chenle fisted your hair from the back and forced your head to nod up and down into the blanket. “Wow, you’re already so cock drunk that you can’t even make your own decisions. Don’t worry though baby, I’m here so you don’t have to worry about thinking, I’ll do everything for you.”

Every single word that left Chenle’s lips were spoken in a sickeningly sweet tone that was so obviously fake. His words affected you heavily and that didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Ah, little slut likes being talked down to! M’not sure why I’m surprised, I bet you’ve always wanted this, me using you, belittling you. Because that’s what sluts like you want.”

Once again, he forced you to nod, but it wasn’t like you disagreed.

“Come on pretty baby, lemme see you. Let me see what you look like while I ruin you.” Without taking his dick out, Chenle rolled you over and onto your back.

With each thrust Chenle watched your tits, occasionally reaching out and slapping the soft mounds. He could feel your walls clench around his pistoling cock. He didn’t want to admit it, but he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. The feeling of your walls, the outline of his dick in your lower stomach, and the look on your face, he knew he was about to cum, and he wasn’t going to pull out to do it.

“You wanna cum?” You nodded, eyes rolled back, and jaw hung open, you were ready. Chenle’s pace sped up and each time he hit your g-spot, forcing you closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, with one last strong thrust from him, the knot in your stomach unraveled. Squeezing his dick impossibly tight, he came as well.

White heat ran through your veins, your vision had gone white, and you held on to Chenle’s shoulders since you needed literally anything to hold on to. You needed something to ground you. Chenle continued to roll his hips, riding out your highs and then some so you weren’t forced into a sudden stop.

“Chenle~”, you whined, wanting him closer to your shaking body. He understood and lowered himself onto you without crushing you under his weight. He signed into your neck, breathing you in and out. You did the same to him, hiding from the world, protected by his warmth.  

The two of you stayed in that position for a while. It wasn’t until Chenle could feel your wetness dry on his skin before he slowly pulled out and coxed you to use the bathroom.

Although moving was the last thing you wanted, you still allowed him to scoop you up, but not without whining of course.

Chenle placed your feet on the ground and made sure that you were steady before he helped you out of your dress. Your heels were long gone, somewhere discarded on the floor, but they weren’t anywhere in your mind at the moment.

He stepped out of the bathroom, telling you to use the bathroom so you wouldn’t get a UTI. You listened but called him back in once you were done and washed up.

“Let’s take a shower, get you all clean.” He smiled at you and helped you into the walk-in shower.

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Clocking out of your shift, you walked into the dark night. You were so happy that they put more streetlights in the parking lot, you and Minjeong both agreed that you felt so much safer now with the illuminated area. However, no matter how many lights they installed, with how much rain was pouring from the sky, you couldn’t see anything. And to make matters even worse, you didn’t even have an umbrella.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Your heels splashed in the puddles as you dug in your purse for your car keys. Of course, right now was the time that your keys fell to the bottom of your purse, and you actually had to stop outside your car and dig around. The rain was stingingly painful. It was freezing cold and felt like little needles pricking your skin.

Your hand brushed metal that jingled in your purse. Almost ripping the keys out, you clicked unlock and as soon as you heard your doors click you ripped the door open and threw yourself in the seat.

Shivering in your seat, your body was even colder now that you were out of the rain. Your dress had gone see through and it was sticking to your body. Turning on the car and immediately cranking the heat to the warmest setting and so it would come out the fastest.

Not eve waiting for your car to warm up, you put the car in drive and pulled out of your parking spot and out of the lot. The shivering didn’t stop or even slow until you had been driving for several minutes but then you were almost at your apartment.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Your parking in your designated parking spot outside the complex was definitely not good to say the least. The passenger side of the car was on the line and even then, you were crooked within the lines. But you didn’t care, you had gone over the speed limit the entire drive there and you weren’t about to take extra minutes in the rain to fix it.

Making sure you had everything together, you cracked the door open, made sure all the doors were locked, and then made a run for the awning. Once again, you were colder after you were no longer in the rain, and you could barely hear yourself panting over the loud pitter padders of the rain above you.

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You sniffled, sucking the snot back into your nose. Your head was throbbing, and it hurt to swallow. But nevertheless, you were walking out of the elevator once it arrived at Chenle’s floor. The thought of texting Chenle to say that you were sick crossed your mind, but you decided against it. Your past self would kill you if the thought of enjoying Chenle’s company, his cock, crossed your mind.

Clearing your throat and sniffling once more, you knocked on his door. You liked spending time with Chenle and based on him always answering the door immediately, you thought the feeling was returned.

“Hey, oh my god, are you okay?” So much for the bit of extra makeup to try and put the life back into your face. “I’m fine! Now, let me in.” Chenle moved to let you in, but he didn’t believe your words in the slightest. “You’re obviously sick, when did you start feeling this way? I saw you two days ago, and you were okay.”

“I got stuck in the rain last night for a bit after my shift, but I promise, I’m okay! What do you want me to clean first?” His eyes were wide with concern as he watched you shrug off your jacket and headed to the cabinet where he held the cleaning supplies.

Stepping in your way, he placed his hands on your shoulders. “Woah, woah, woah. You’re not gonna clean anything right now. But what you are going to do is go put on some more comfortable clothes and lay down.” You were confused why Chenle wasn’t just making you leave, but your screaming joints and muscles were louder than your worries. On shaking feet, you walked towards Chenle’s room, his closet specifically.

Not daring to even touch the designer sweatpants and baggy shirts, you looked for the brand that was the cheapest. Nike. His cheapest brand was Nike and even then, the pants and shirts were the most expensive of them. Kicking off your heels and taking off the long socks, you unzipped your dress and stepped out of it. Just in your bra and panties, you took Chenle’s clothes off their respective hangers and tugged the pants up your legs and the shirt over your head.

The floors were cold under your feet, from the hardwood in his bedroom and to the marble of the kitchen, it all caused a chill to run down your spine. It was either that, the fact that you were sick, or because of the domestic nature of wearing Chenle’s clothes.

“Do you feel any better?” The loose clothes felt better on your warm skin than your dress did, and you let Chenle know that. “I’m glad.” He kissed the side of your head as he rounded the kitchen island to retrieve his phone which was on the other side. “What do you want to eat? Hopefully having some solid food in your stomach will make you feel better.” You just nodded and tangled your fingers together, thinking about what sounded good.

“If you want soup there’s a place with a really good French onion down the street. But if-” he scrolled on his phone as he spoke out options until you interrupted him. “French onion sounds good.” You smiled at him. Even though you were smiling at him on the inside, you were frowning at yourself on the inside, mad that you were allowing yourself to feel comfortable around him so quickly.

“It’s really good, don’t worry.” He somehow could see your worry. The corners of your lips turned upwards at the sight of him dialing the number of the restaurant and placing your order. You wanted him to come closer, to wrap you up in his arms, cornering you, making you feel safe. You hated the feeling, but at the same time, you wanted nothing more.

“Chenle-” You finished just as quickly as you had started. He looked up from his phone, eyes boring into yours, watching you so intently that you thought that if you moved, he’d look away. You felt frozen as he looked at you, waiting for you to finish what you were saying. The words disappeared somewhere in the space between you two, lost in the chilled air.

He had no use for his phone anymore, so he placed it back on the white marble countertop and walked over to you. Even though his body moved, his eyes stayed still, continuing to hold your gaze. Once you could feel the heat radiating off his body and onto yours, you looked away, no longer able to hold eye contact. He said your name just like you had said his, quietly, slowly, longingly.

Looking back up at him, your lips ghosted the other’s. Not even a centimeter apart. The air you breathed out was the air he breathed in, and vice versa. Your noses brushed the other’s as you interlocked lips.

When you went to lace your hands in his hair, you felt the familiar tickle in your nose. Knowing immediately what was to come, you pushed Chenle away, turned, brought your elbow up to your face, and sneezed.

Chenle laughed as you wiped your nose. He tugged your closer to him and hugged you, your back to his chest. “Sorry for pushing you away, I didn’t want to sneeze on you.” Sniffling and giggling, you looked at him and smiled. “I appreciate that.” His smile gave you chills. It was so genuine; you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

You just wanted to stare at him, but your body had other plans. That first sneeze wasn’t the last. You broke free from Chenle’s arms and sneezed again, three times in a row. Your head was throbbing at this point and the sneezing didn’t help whatsoever.

Chenle noticed the sway in your stand. The dazed look in your glossed over eyes told him that you needed to lie down. “Alrighty baby, it’s time to lay you down.” He wrapped his left arm around your waist and put your weight onto him.

Baby. He called you baby.

Chenle walked you to his room, slowly, making sure that you wouldn’t fall. “My head hurts Lele.”

If your eyes weren’t almost swollen shut, you would’ve seen the blush that covered his entire face. All the way to his ears and down his neck.

Lele. You called him Lele.

“I know, we’ll lay down and hopefully it’ll be gone when you wake up.” Chenle helped you lay down. He whispered that he’d be back in a minute, and he was gone.

Closing your eyes, you brought the plush blankets up to your chin and fluttered your legs a bit, nestling in his soft bed. The burring that came with keeping them open immediately vanished. Your skin was hot even though you felt cold. The heat that the blankets provided was much appreciated.

However, you shivered as soon as something freezing hit your forehead.

“Chenle?” When you were about to open your eyes, Chenle shushed you. “It’s a washcloth. We need to break your fever before it gets worse.” You let him know about your disapproval by grumbling, but you didn’t state your complaint verbally.

He laughed at the noise and made his way around the bed to his side of it. “M’tired Lele.” He agreed and pulled your body closer to his.

Sleep came easily for both of you; however, sleep wasn’t interested in staying for you. Every couple of minutes you would wake up, toss and turn for a bit, and then fall back asleep. It wasn’t until Chenle felt this routine for about the umpteenth time before he wrapped his arms around your body tightly and pulled your back to his chest. Your half-awake mind decided that this position was comfortable enough, as you didn’t wake up again until hours later.

Your eyes stayed shut even after you woke up, the headache returned immediately, and you were determined to continue to sleep until you were no longer sick. But your goal was easily washed away when your pillow rumbled. The soft cushion moved at the same time you heard quiet laughter. A slight weight on top of your head joined the new sensations. But that weight didn’t still, it moved down your head, ran through your hair.

Deciding to fight against the crust that had built up around your eyes, you moved your hand up to your face and wiped the crust away with your fingertips. Once you deemed your eyes free of any annoyances, you opened them. The immediate sight was heavily blurred, the light fixture above you seemed extra bright but with the soft warm hue, you were able to get used to it quickly and soon you figured out that your rumbling pillow was Chenle’s thigh, and that weight was his hand massaging your head.

“Lele~”, your voice was drawn out, still deep and husky with sleep but Chenle understood you and smiled gently down at you. “How did you sleep? You were out for a while.” You sat up slightly to be upright and next to Chenle, but your straight posture didn’t last long, and you slouched into his side. “I still don’t feel good.” Without saying anything Chenle felt your forehead again, frowned, and picked up some water from the nightstand next to him.

The cold glass that was being brought up to your lips was the only thing that made you realize just how thirsty you really were. Chenle helped you drink the water slowly as your hands were still laced with that sleepy weakness. The soothing feeling of the water was welcomed, helping your sore throat significantly.

Silence filled the room, except for the TV playing some show that caused Chenle to laugh occasionally and your heavy breathing through your mouth as your nose was clogged. During a particularly quiet part of the show, your breathing was audible to Chenle, and you laughed. “I’m sorry for being a mouth-breather during your show.” Your apology made him laugh in which he gently assured you that it was okay and he’s sorry you feel so terrible.

“So, what did you do while I was asleep?” Pure curiosity got the best of you, and you wanted the visualization of what Chenle does when he’s alone. “Well, I was asleep with you for about two hours but when I woke up, I just stayed next to you in case you needed anything. I watched the movie I needed to for my communications class and I’m now ahead in most of my classes.” You were glad that your chest wasn’t pressed to Chenle because he definitely would’ve felt the tempo of the beating speed up. He stayed with you.

You would honestly, whole-heartedly say that you didn’t mind being sick. Chenle had treated you with a gentle tenderness that you didn’t think he was capable of. The thought of your guys’ feud and hatred for each other made you sad for the first time ever.

But you pushed the negative notion away and snuggled into Chenle even more, loving the unspoken reward of his arm wrapping around your shoulder, holding you securely to him.

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It was the second month of your deal. Your knees hurt from kneeling on the floor to scrub the floors and your hands hurt from all the chemicals since you refused to use the gloves that he bought you. You refused to use anything Chenle had bought you if it was him attempting to be nice. Even though you two had had your moments, you couldn’t shake the thought of him just using you in some way.

Knocking on the door, you were expecting Chenle to make you wait and then finally greet you with a sleezy smile. But what you were met with made you step back. Chenle swung the door open and stepped forward.

“Let me see your hands and knees.” Instead of listening to him, you hid, you hid your hands behind your back and looked away. “I’m not fucking asking, show me your hands and knees.”

Chenle’s eyes showed that he wasn’t joking, this was the most serious or angry you have ever seen him. He stepped aside and nodded towards his apartment, urging you do walk in. You decided it would be better to listen to him and when you passed him and he’d be able to see your hands, you moved them to hide in front of you. But it didn’t work because as soon as your hands weren’t interlocked with each other, Chenle wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled your arm up.

He gasped at the discolored splotches of your skin, where the skin was rubbed raw, and bumps were forming in some spots. “This is why I bought you gloves.” His voice wasn’t stern anymore, more so remorseful.

“Come on, I have some ointment for this.” His fingers intertwined with yours, and he lightly pulled you to the bathroom. Chenle’s hands were nice and cold, a good contrast to the heated and irritated skin of your own.

You unfortunately knew where his bathroom was. It reminded you of the first day of this mess. But based on Chenle’s change in attitude, you had a feeling that this bathroom would bring a new memory.

When he led you to the bathroom, he didn’t say a single thing. He didn’t make fun of you or scold you or degrade you. Instead he waited until your back was in front of the vanity. He bent down and wrapped his hands around the backs of your thighs and gently placed you on top of the bathroom counter.

“Is it alright if I roll down your socks?” His face was level with yours. “Yeah, that’s fine.” You nodded at him but looked away when you felt his hands on your thighs.

His pale fingers lingered on your skin longer than they needed to, but it was comfortable. Chenle did what he said he would and pulled down your socks. You could hear his swallow once he saw the dark blue bruises that littered your knees.

“I even bought you the best knee pads I could find so this wouldn’t happen.” He shook his head and turned around. He rustled through the medicine cabinet. You assumed he was looking for the ointment he had mentioned.

While his back was turned to you, you looked at his outfit. He was wearing a black fitted muscle tee and gray sweatpants. If you weren’t so embarrassed, you probably would’ve been drooling on any other day.

“Alright, this one is for your hands and this one will help the bruises heal faster.” He looked back at you and popped up one of the caps. “This one is going to burn a bit where the cuts are a bit open but that just mean it’s working.”

Chenle took one of your hands into his, cradling it with upmost care. He dapped the cream on your hand and allowed you to squeeze his own when the burning kicked in. He never said anything to you when your legs twitched at the pain. He made sure all the white liquid was rubbed in and no longer burning.

“And we’re done with your hands. The bruise ointment doesn’t hurt at all, it’ll feel almost cold, but it’ll be more soothing than anything.” You appreciated that he was walking you through everything he was doing without making you feel dumb and with the look he gave you, you felt anything but that.

You were pulled out of your daze when he brought your hands up to his lips one by one and planted a gentle kiss on ever irritated spot. Chenle didn’t look up at you when he did this, nor did he when he explained himself. “My mom always said that if someone you’re close to is hurt, kissing the spot that hurts makes them feel better quicker.”

He didn’t wait for you to respond before he knelt in front you in between your knees. He looked up at you from his knelt position. Chenle just stared at you for a few minutes, and you just stared back.

“Chenle-” He stood back up quickly, grabbed the back of your neck and connected your lips. Your hands fisted his t-shirt. He whispered your name against your lips and tugged you closer, so close that your chests were touching and there wasn’t any room to breathe in between.

Although you couldn’t fit a hand between your bodies you still tried to move closer. You felt your butt get closer to the edge of the vanity and before you could wrap your head around the fact that you were about to fall, you fell.

Your already abused knees hit the floor and you let out a cry. Chenle fell with you purposely, immediately addressing your pain. “Ah fuck, I’m so sorry!” He apologized even though it wasn’t his fault. He pulled you into his lap, letting your knees rest from the pressure of the ground.

“I’m gonna put the ointment on you, again, it’s just gonna be cold.” You heard him twist off the lid. He dipped his pointer and middle finger in the white cream.

He was right when he said it was cold. You gasped at the sensation and clutched onto him. Your breath was already shaky from the pain. Chenle rubbed it in gently, soft enough to prevent it from being painful but still firm enough to get it done quickly.

While you intently watched Chenle aid you back to health once again, you realized that as time progressed, your time spent together consisted of less cleaning and more…intimate activities, and not just sex either. 

Tears were still streaming down your face still and Chenle wiped the ointment residue on his shirt but still wiped your tears off with the back of his hands to avoid getting the cream on your face.

“How about this, it’s getting late already so how about I cook us some dinner and we can have an easy night. You can go change into some of my clothes if you want.” He smiled at you and kissed your lips; you kissed back but Chenle didn’t let you deepen it like you wanted. Chenle laughed at your little pout, kissed your bottom lip that was jutted out, and helped you up.

He held you hand and led you to his room. “I’ll be in the kitchen, just let me know if you need anything. Join me whenever you’re finished and comfortable.” You nodded and kissed him one last time. You loved kissing Chenle even though you wouldn’t admit it out loud. The feeling of his lips now was much different than the feeling of them when you first kissed. They were softer, smoother, almost nicer you’d say. He started using chapstick for you.

Even after having kissed Chenle several times before, he still left a tingling sensation on your lips. Once you were behind the door of his walk-in closet, you leaned against it and lightly touched your lips. The realization of what you were doing hit though and you mentally kicked yourself. Returning to the task at hand, you looked at Chenle’s closet, the familiar items stuck out to you, and you wanted to wear something you had seen him wearing recently.

The familiar black and grey striped hoodie caught your eye, and you took it off its hanger and slipping it on your bare body. Your dress was already crumbled on the floor, but you ignored it and went to the drawers that stored his sweatpants. Remembering the pair that you wore last time; you picked those and relished the comfortable feeling they brought.

When you were done, you crouched down and collected the pieces of your previous outfit and placed them in the tote bag that you had left in the bathroom. As you approached the kitchen, you could hear Chenle softly singing. You didn’t know that he could sing, and you wanted nothing more than to hear more. So, you entered the kitchen as quietly as possible and just stood there. Thinking about sitting in a chair at the island did occur but you quickly decided against it as the possibility of the chair scrapping across the floor would alert Chenle and the singing would most likely come to an end, which you didn’t want whatsoever.

But your secret viewing of the domestic concert came to an end anyways once Chenle turned around to plate whatever was in the saucepan. He smiled at you, deciding to ignore the fact that hearing him sing caused a blush to take over his face. “I hope you’re okay with me just reheating some leftover pasta, I didn’t want to keep you waiting.” You pulled out one of the chairs from under the island and thanked Chenle, ensuring him that dinner was perfect.

Instead of sitting in the sit across from you, Chenle sat in the one next to you. With his right hand he ate but with his left he rubbed your thigh over the sweatpants. It was silent for the most part, Chenle didn’t do anything to spark the conversation, however, he just looked at you. His eyes were telling you something, something you have never heard from him before, but you couldn’t for the life of you figure out that the look in his eyes were trying to convey.

The pasta was soon gone from the plates and now in your stomachs. With the fullness in your belly and the warmth that Chenle was bringing your body, you yawned, tiredness consuming your body and mind.

“Let’s go to bed, baby.” He called you baby, and you weren’t even sick. “You want me…to stay?” Chenle looked at you like you were insane, like you were purple with two heads.

“Of course I want you to stay, why wouldn’t I?” You just shook your head and watched him clean up the kitchen, which in retrospect, should be your job. “Shouldn’t I clean the table?”

The question shocked Chenle, “I guess I forgot about the deal to be honest, until now of course. You’re not as bad as I thought. And please, that isn’t supposed to sound bad. You’re not bad at all.” He was tripping over his own words, digging himself in a deeper and deeper hole. His ears were pink, and a nervous smile took over his lips.

“You’re not too bad yourself Zhong.” Chenle approached you slowly, the warm lighting highlighting his features beautifully. Once he was right next to you, he leaned down and pecked your lips. It was soft and sweet and said exactly what needed to be said.

“Now let’s actually go to bed, I can tell that you’re tired.” You were, and the fact that it was probably the dark circles under your eyes that told him so, you still felt the fluttering in your heart at the thought of him knowing you.

What Chenle did next surprised you, he bent down and scooped you off the chair. “Oh my god! What the hell Chenle!”

“Shhh, just let me carry you!” Giggling as Chenle carried you to the bedroom, you littered his cheeks, lips, and nose with several tiny kisses. He started giggling as well. You assumed your pecks were starting to tickle him because his pace picked up and soon you were in the air. Yelling as you landed on the plush bed, your loud laugh mixed with Chenle’s dolphin like howl.

“Now we’re waking your neighbors!” You covered your mouth and squeezed your nose, trying to calm yourself before you actually woke his neighbors or worse, pissed yourself.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Chenle jumped on the bed, next to you. His impact caused you to bounce and the giggling increased. The two of you, giggling into the other’s mouth, were rolling around the bed uncontrollably. The tiredness was most likely at fault for the fit of giggles, but it was almost like you were high. High off each other.  

You rolled onto Chenle’s chest and kissed him. Both of you were already panting, trying to catch your breath after the laughing session but the kiss definitely winded you as well.

The heavy breathing slowed the giggles and forced you to take a break from the other’s lips. Chenle was on his back, and you had rolled off of him and laid on your stomach right next to him. You looked at each other in silence, stupid dopey smiles decorating your flushed faces.

The moment lasted until seemingly simultaneously you and Chenle both closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep, but not before Chenle rose his hands in the air and clapped twice to turn off the lights.  

Chenle’s mood was similar to the one he carried before the two of you got to know each other. You didn’t know what had changed but you still walked out of the café and towards him.

“I just can’t fathom the fact that you get all dolled up like this just to go to work at a maid café. I didn’t think this type of outfit was your style. You look a bit ridiculous.” You were used to Chenle being mean to you, it has happened since grade school and all the way to your current Uni days. Him picking fun at your looks wasn’t surprising either, he’d always call you ugly or something like when you were kids but now, it hurt worse than ever. And for once, he seemed to pick up on it.

“What’d I say?” He huffed out a laugh through his nose, not believing what he was about to see in front of him. You crying. Chenle’s cocky smirk fell off his face, “Woah, woah, woah, what’s the matter L/n?” You looked away from him as tears started to fall down your face. Chenle cupped your now wet cheeks and turned your head towards him. Concern was written across his face. “You’ve never cried before, just tell me what’s wrong. Please.” The chill from being outside caught up with you and you shivered, your bare arms were now littered with goosebumps. Chenle immediately noticed this and pulled you into his coat clad body, trying to transfer his body heat to yours.

“Please tell me where I pushed it too far. I know I make things difficult, but I can’t stand seeing you cry because of me.” This was very unlike him, but you were too upset to ponder on it.

“I felt pretty like this.” The crack in your whispered confession made him want to kill himself for ever making you feel like this. Pulling you away from his chest, he saw your mascara running down your cheeks, snot leaking out of your nose, and your eyes were already puffy from the crying. “Oh, no, no, no. You are pretty, the absolute prettiest. I think you’re the most beautiful person to ever walk the Earth.” “I think-” He was interrupted by you slapping his chest, hard.

“It’s always ‘Well I think’ or ‘Well I didn’t think’. You need to make up your fucking mind Chenle. You think a lot of things while not thinking at all. And I’m done with this whole being your maid deal, go ahead and tell everyone, I don’t care anymore. I’m tired of you always treating me like dogshit. I’m done with the deal, and I’m done with you.” You turned on your heel and started walking away from the café and away from Chenle. Your tears were no longer of sadness or from being insecure. The tears now felt hot with rage. But, instead of lashing out even more, you just wanted out of the situation. 

Minjeong who got off of her shift 15 minutes after you got off yours was walking out of the backdoor and towards her car. You cleared your throat and wiped your tears, “Minjeong! Can I catch a ride with you?” She could hear the bubble in your throat and met you halfway.

“What happened?” She looked at you and then looked over your shoulder. “I’m gonna fucking kill you Zhong!” You put your hand out, stopping her from approaching Chenle. “Let’s just go Minjeong.” She ignored the anger inside of her and just huffed, held her nose in the air, and pulled you to her car.

Before she let you explain what exactly happened, she listed all the fun things you two were going to do tonight to cheer you up. But still all you could think of was Chenle. Even though he has hurt you in the past and continued to hurt you, you still had some sick soft spot for him. Maybe it was caused by the moments after the two of you would have sex, or the times he would pick you up from work or even visit you at work to give you a break from the creepy men. You liked Chenle and you hated him for it. But most of all you hated yourself for it.

Minjeong was still shit talking Chenle while you pulled out of the parking lot, and you refused to look back at him, but you could see him through the passenger’s side mirror. It had started to rain and Chenle was still standing under the streetlight, watching Minjeong’s car drive away. Watching you drive away.

You ruled out any possibility of him caring about you the moment he let you leave with Minjeong. If he liked you like he led on, he would’ve stopped you. He would’ve explained whatever sick reasoning he had, but he didn’t. He watched you leave and thinking about it, the fact that he didn’t fight for you, hurt more than anything he’s ever said to you.

“You need to get him out of your head. I know it just happened and you two have the weirdest relationship I’ve seen but it’s better to get him out of your head now.” You kept looking back at Chenle until he was out of sight. “Minjeong, I fucking hate that I love him.” It was the first time you’ve ever said it out loud, but she knew.

You looked down to your lap and played with the frills of your skirt, running your fingers along the lace. Watching the streetlights pass by the lights themselves were just blurring from your eyes still being teary. “Minjeong?” You turned your head but still didn’t look up. “Yeah?” She placed her hand on yours, putting a stop to the shaking.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” She laughed and shook her head. “I wasn’t even going to give you a choice. Even if you asked me to take you home, the answer was going to be a no.”

The two of you fell into a calming silence that was only interrupted by your sniffles and then a gasp once you felt your phone buzz.

“Oh my god, it’s Chenle.” Minjeong whipped her head around to yell not to answer it. “Well I don’t wanna talk to him right now.” You ignored the call, and her shoulders released their tension. “I’m proud, he doesn’t deserve your tears and he certainly doesn’t deserve your time.”

“I’m gonna miss him.” She placed a comforting hand on yours, eliminating the shakiness. “At least it was just sex, right?” Minjeong tried figuring out where you and him truly stood so she could assist the situation better.

“No, I wish it was, but it wasn’t.” Your hand slipped from beneath hers and raised along with your other to cover your face.

Minjeong didn’t pry for anything else, the rest of the car ride was silent, or at least until she pulled into the drive through. “What do you want?” Turning your head from looking out your window and out Minjeong’s, you rubbed the tears out of your eyes so you could read the menu without the blur.

“I’ll have chicken nuggets and a vanilla shake, thank you Minjeong.” She smiled and placed your orders with the person speaking in the microphone and pulled up to the window when instructed to.

The person at the window looked at your outfits and tried to suppress a laugh but once he saw your swollen face, his smile disappeared, and he just took Minjeong’s card to pay for the meal.  

“I can’t believe Chenle can be such an ass, especially after everything the two of you have been through. Sure you guys didn’t like each other but I saw the way he looked at you! I saw the change!” Minjeong broke her own rule about not talking about Chenle and the more she spoke about how much Chenle supposedly liked you, the more you felt your feelings disappear. What he said reminded you of what he was like before the deal was made, but along the way, the deal didn’t exist anymore, and it was just Chenle and you. You didn’t understand what processed him to say what he said but you didn’t care anymore.

Sniffling once more, you wiped your tears and leaned across Minjeong. “Hey, do you think I could get your number?” The guy at the window shot you a sleazy look and wrote down his snap on a napkin. You shot him a flirty wink and sat back in your seat naturally.

The guy handed Minjeong your food and called out to you, “I’ll be looking forward to talking to you.” Minjeong though, drove away before he could even finish the poor excuse of flirting. When you looked at her, surprised by her speeding, her eyes were filled with anger. “What?”

“What? What? What do you mean ‘what’? You just broke off your relationship with Chenle! I don’t care how hurt you are, but you are not moving on that quick, the only thing that guy is going to do, is make the situation worse.” Minjeong took the napkin with the barely eligible handwriting on it, without taking her eyes off the road, and she crumpled it up and put it in her apron pocket.

Minjeong didn’t allow you to get a word in before she started talking, “The both of us are going to call out tomorrow, from both school and work and have a little day to allow you to sit and wallow. But after that, you’re getting back on track where you lived in a world without Chenle.”

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She was right, she sent the emails and made the calls herself on your behalf so you wouldn’t have to reach out to anyone unless you wanted to. However, the constant checking your phone wishing that Chenle was the cause of those notifications, caused your day to go much slower than it would’ve with him.

But no matter how many times you flipped your phone face side up to see the screen, Minjeong did a good job on distracting you. The two of you binge watched damn near all of One Direction’s content for the sole purpose of Minjeong getting to see Harry Styles on the screen.

The day did eventually come to an end though and you were forced into getting ready to go back into the real world.

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Your step had a bit of extra pep in it and it was because of the thick wad of cash that sat in one of the hidden pockets in your skirt. You had your usual top customers that requested for you specifically all come around at some point today, so of course, your tips for it showed.

The sun felt nice on your skin, the several days long rain had finally ended and as the dark clouds floated away, so did your sore mood. Along with your thoughts of-

“Y/n! Please let me talk to you! Just for a bit, please!”

Chenle.

Looking behind your shoulder, you kept walking to your car. “Well I don’t want to talk to you.” Facing your head towards the parking lot, you spotted your car and made a beeline for it. Ignoring the begs and pleas coming from the man behind you, you just kept walking. That was until you literally couldn’t.

Chenle had sprinted in front of you and had his back to your driver’s side door.

“Chenle. Move, I want to go home.” He shook his head. “I miss you so much, you don’t even understand.” You scoffed, unable to hold in your disgust. “You miss me as your maid and fuckdoll, give me a fucking break.”

Walking closer to him, you tried to pry him off of the door. “No, I love you. I need you back into my life. I miss the moments when we were us.” You knew exactly what he was talking about, they were the same moments that caused you to fall in love with him.

“I know you know what I’m talking about. Please just forgive me. I didn’t mean to push it too far, I didn’t know you had changed, I was expecting you to throw something back at me. If I knew our relationship had changed, I never would’ve done it.”

He looked like he had walked through hell. His hair was a greasy mess, his eyes were bloodshot, he had dark circles under them, and his usual designer casual wear was nowhere to be seen. In Gucci and Louis Vuitton’s place was a grey pair of food stain covered sweatpants and a heavily wrinkled dark green shirt. He didn’t look like The Chenle. The person standing in front of you now was the closest version of Chenle that you knew. But this time, he wasn’t behind closed doors. He was refusing to let you in your car and begging you to forgive him.

“Now, how do you think our relationship changed?” Your arms were crossed against your chest. You mentally stabbed yourself for even allowing him a chance to explain himself.

“After a few weeks of fucking, we stopped with the insults. We started actually talking and, and, and you stayed passed the time you were done cleaning. You stayed for dinner with me, you, you, we slept together without actually having sex.” He was bringing up good points but in a very poor way. These things meant a lot to you too but with his portrayal of events, you didn’t have you convinced yet. Even though he never lost you in the first place.

“Remember when you weren’t feeling well but still came over to clean? I noticed that you weren’t feeling well and instead of telling you that you didn’t have to clean, and you could go home, I suggested you stay at my place, and we could have a comfortable lazy day.” Your stomach hurt for two reasons that day, the stomach bug that had taken over your body, and then a virus, Chenle. Chenle made you feel so pleasant that day. From him rubbing your stomach and shoulders on the back to him washing your hair that night and letting you sleep in his bed cuddled up against him.

He was right, your relationship had changed. It had changed so much that you went from wishing he’d disappear off the face of the earth to wishing he’d never disappear from your side.

Chenle could see you thinking, over the time you had spent together, he had learned to read you. He could read you from before, but he only knew what pissed you off. Now, he knew almost everything.

“Please, I’ll do anything. I can’t lose you when I love and need you this much.” You knew that you were going to take him back, but you still wanted him to suffer.

“Anything?” Although you tried to play coy, he immediately caught on and answered your question. “You know I’d do anything for you.” He cupped the back of your neck, looked into your eyes, and with that single close-mouthed kiss, your relationship was sealed.

Your hands moved from your sides to his shoulders and finally reached their destination curled in his hair that was now the color you had suggested to him, pink.

You hid your smile in this chest, he had made you cry in several different ways, but now, he was making you smile. “Chenle-” he shushed you. “I just wanna hold you, I never want to let you go again and I’m not going to mess up again.” His hands clutched onto you tightly, emphasizing his point.

“I love you Chenle and I hate you for it.” He laughed; it was high pitched like that was the last thing he imagined leaving your mouth. Once his laughter died down, he looked at you, really at you. “I love you too, but it’s the best thing to ever happened to me.”

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Raise a Little Hell

SUMMARY: It's your first Halloween with Joshua and his friends, and you're more than excited to win their famous costume contest. Just when you think you're bound for the trophy, the secret your boyfriend has been keeping dashes your hopes. PAIRING: Incubus!Joshua Hong x afab!reader GENRE: fluff, suggestive, crack AU/TROPE: demon au, halloween party WORD COUNT: 2.4k WARNINGS: implied alcohol use, not beta read RATING: PG A/N: AHHHHH HE'S FINALLY HERE!! I wanted to post this on Halloween, but alas. It was not finished. This is my contribution to my Evil Twins Halloween collab with @justhere4kpop, who also made me this really pretty banner so we could twin!! Go check out their companion fic, "Oh, Nurse!!" featuring Jeonghan here. There will be two more installments to this universe; Fall from Grace, the smut scene I omitted from this one, and Silk & Spice, a filthy prequel featuring both of the evil twins in all their demonic glory. divs, as usual, from the lovely @cafekitsune masterlist | join my taglist | buy me a coffee?

“You’re leaving in thirty minutes and you’re not even dressed yet.”

Joshua chuckled quietly, smoothing invisible wrinkles in his jacket before meeting Jeonghan’s gaze in the mirror. “I am dressed, actually. I’m a devil.” He smirked, letting his eyes settle into their natural red.

“Every day of your miserable, eternal existence, sure,” the elder hummed, shoving his hands in the pockets of his white lab coat. He’d gone as a doctor for reasons none of the boys could comprehend, and he was judging Joshua?

“It’s not like you didn’t take most of your costume out of your closet, too,” Joshua sighed, turning to level his brother-in-arms with a playful glare. “And I think I look dashing, thank you very much.”

“Look dashing another night. I thought you wanted to win the costume contest, and you’re not going to do that without a costume.” Sighing, the younger shoved his hands in his pockets, watching the gears turn in Jeonghan’s head. He blinked hard when they clicked together, huffing a disbelieving laugh. “You’re serious.”

“Yes, I’m serious! Y/N wanted to do a couples costume, an angel and a devil, and… I figured, as cliche as it is, it might make telling them easier.” His gaze flickered down as he gnawed at his lip, wincing as his fang pierced the inside of it. “This way they can see I’m not lying.”

His friend flashed him a wary look, but nodded. “Be careful. You know the rules.”

Joshua’s expression steeled and he gave a single, curt nod. “She’ll know before she enters the house.”

A knock at the door of your apartment startled you, and you cursed quietly as you glimpsed the time. You knew you had been running late today, but you hadn’t realized just how late. Now, here you were, makeup only half applied and your dear, sweet boyfriend waiting patiently in the hall. Setting down your brush, you hurried to the door, giving Joshua a sheepish smile as you peered around it. 

“I’m not quite ready yet, but—” you began, tongue twisting into knots as you caught the heated stare Joshua was giving you. His eyes raked over the near indecent dress hugging your figure, lingering on the curve of your cleavage and appreciating the innocent, glowy look your half-done makeup provided. He ran his tongue over his teeth hungrily as his ruby gaze fixed on your own, stepping into the space properly.

“That’s fine, I think they can wait on us,” he purred, crowding into your space to place his hands on your hips. You could have sworn, between the lust in his gaze and the abnormal red of his irises, that his eyes glowed. “Just for a little bit. I don’t mind missing the costume contest if you don’t.”

You breathed a laugh, reaching up to cup his cheek as you rolled your lip between your teeth. “I think you put too much work into this for us to miss it, honestly,” you hummed, stepping out of his embrace to drink him in. He started to protest, his grip tightening on your hips, but you gave him a firm shove back, humming appreciatively. “When did you have time to do all of this?” you questioned, reaching up for the horns perched atop his head.

Much to your surprise, he ducked away from your touch, gently catching your wrist as a flush color his cheeks. “I, uh… A couple of late nights, y’know?”

You frowned for only a moment before movement caught your eye, and Joshua cursed internally as you zeroed in on the tail behind him. Your furrowed brows shot up to your hairline, a grin taking over your features as you squealed in delight. Every spare shred of his attention went toward keeping the accursed appendage from twitching as you shuffled around him and cupped it in your palms. He sank his fangs into his bottom lip as your fingers wandered over it, tracing down the red gradient to the rounded little spade and back up to where it began to match his skin, finally disappearing under his clothes. By the time you pulled back, he had drawn blood, but he forced a smile onto his lips. 

“Shua!” You beamed, and his heart swelled as you jumped up to wrap your arms around his neck. Sighing, he wrapped his arms around your middle, tucking his nose into your hair to breathe you in. “I know you weren’t too excited about this,” you muttered, “but thank you for taking it seriously for me. I can’t imagine how long this all took.” 

“Years,” he huffed, chuckling at his own joke. If only you knew.

You stepped back to look at him once more, giggling with him. “I’m sure it felt like it. Now come on, I have to finish my makeup and we have to get there so we can win this thing and beat Jeonghan!” 

He opened his mouth to stop you, but before he could, you dashed off toward your bedroom. Joshua sighed. He’d tell you on the way—he knew better than to interrupt your makeup time.

In general, Joshua Hong was one of the most laid-back people you’d met. He stressed himself out as much as any other college-aged guy, but that was insight only you and his closest friends held. He was an expert at keeping his emotions to himself, sometimes keeping even you from knowing how he felt. It made the way he was positively radiating nervous energy that much more noticeable. His fingers tapped out an absent-minded rhythm against the steering wheel, one small muscle in his jaw twitching as his eyes scanned the road, seemingly avoiding you. You frowned, picking at the feathers on the wings laying in your lap. 

“Shua?” you called into the silence, and you swore you saw him jump, the tail twitching with the movement. He hummed acknowledgement, eyes still locked onto the road as you turned into a neighborhood. “Are you okay? You seem… Tense.” 

“No, baby, I’m fine,” he replied quickly, the smile he flashed you not quite reaching his eyes. 

You frowned, your own gaze shifting to the streets rolling by. “If you don’t want to tell me what it is, that’s okay, but don’t tell me you’re fine when you’re clearly not, Joshua,” you snapped. 

Once again, he startled, bile rising in his throat. Heaving a sigh, he pulled up to the curb in front of his friends’ house. “It’s not that simple, baby.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you moved to get out of the car. “I know you’re anxious about me meeting your friends, or whatever, but this is so unlike you. If you were this worried about it, you didn’t have to—”

“Y/N,” he sighed, running a hand over his face while the other reached for you, grabbing your wrist and successfully halting your escape. “It’s… I have to tell you something, before we go in. And it’s kind of both life and relationship changing, so… Forgive me for being nervous.” 

His gaze dropped to his lap, hands fiddling with the hem of his jacket as you settled back in your seat, eyes fixed on him. The look on his face made your heart ache, anxiety creasing his brow as he gnawed at his lip. Reaching a hand out, you settled it on his thigh. And this time, when the tail behind him twitched with your touch, your heart jumped into your throat. 

Your boyfriend seemed to realize immediately, wide eyes darting over his shoulder to where you were staring. His heart was pounding a mile a minute in his chest, throat tight with anxiety as seconds stretched like hours, and when the words finally left him, it was all at once.

“I’mademon.”

You blinked, slowly, pulling your hand back and tilting your head curiously. “I’m sorry… Slower?”

“I’m… I’m a demon. Like, from hell. The costume isn’t actually a costume. It’s just… Me.” He continued to avoid your gaze, tail flickering anxiously behind him. “I thought that the whole angel-devil thing would make it easier to tell you, because you can see that it’s all attached, but then you got all excited about me taking this seriously and that on top of the fact that ‘we’re demons’ is a lot to handle, I… It just made me more anxious.”

You blinked, processing his words silently. He was practically writhing in his seat, and if this weren’t his car, you’d be afraid he would bolt. Hell, maybe he still would. 

Your brow furrowed as you mulled over his words. “Wait. We?”

Much to your surprise, he chuckled, and you watched the tension drain from his shoulders. “I tell you I’m a demon, and the we in that rambling is what you latch onto?”

“I mean… You’re still my Joshie, right?” you murmured, once again tugging at the pile of feathers in your lap. “You’re not going out and killing people or stealing their souls at night or stealing children, are you?”

Joshua laughed, reaching across to still your nervous hands. “No, baby, nothing like that. I’m still the same old Joshua I’ve always been. The only thing that changes is my appearance.”

“Okay,” you nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. “Then this changes nothing. Except, now, you can be yourself around me.” 

He grinned, eyes creasing into crescents as he pulled your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I love you, angel.”

His preferred nickname for you always sent heat rushing through your veins, but with this added context, it was all you could do to suppress a shudder as warmth pooled in your belly. “I love you too, Shua.” 

“I, uh… There’s a reason I told you tonight. We… kind of have our Halloween parties in Hell.”

“Look at you, Y/N!” Seungkwan beamed as he greeted you, pulling you in for a quick hug. You giggled as he pulled back, spinning slowly to give your friend a full view of your angel costume, fluffy wings now looped over your shoulders. “Cute.” His eyes flicked to Joshua, giving him an unimpressed but amused look. “Angel and devil, hm? Very original. You could’ve put some effort in, hyung.”

Your boyfriend huffed a sigh as he slid in next to you, rolling his eyes slightly at the teasing. “I’ll have you know, this costume took me years to put together,” he hummed, reaching up to run a hand over his horns. 

Seungkwan rolled his eyes heartily in return, pausing to take a long sip from his cup. “Bad joke.”

You pouted, crossing your arms. “You better be the only one to think that. I wanna win this famous costume contest!”

“Good luck with that,” he cooed, patting your hair underneath your halo, “rookies aren’t known to win. Jun and Minghao are in it to win it this year too, and there’s only so much Shua-hyung’s pretty face and your cute self can do when those two are determined.”

You frowned, shifting closer into Joshua’s side. He smiled down at you, giving your waist a reassuring squeeze. “You never know, Kwan,” he hummed. “It’s kind of a toss up, sometimes. I mean, Soonyoung won last year.” 

He huffed a sigh and rolled his eyes, and you and your boyfriend shared an amused glance at his annoyance. “That was a fluke,” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “And entirely Jeonghan’s fault. I will not be convinced otherwise.”

Joshua laughed quietly, nodding. “Okay, yeah. I’ll give you that. I really think we have a chance this year, though. Couples' costumes always do better, and we’ve made a joke.”

Glancing at his watch, the younger man grinned. “You’ll find out soon, hyung. It’s time to get started.”

Joshua had warned you, briefly, about how seriously he and his friends took their yearly costume contest, but it didn’t fully sink in until each party goer was parading in front of you, dressed to the nines. It became clear, as you and your boyfriend walked the dancefloor-turned-runway that few of his friends were impressed by his display, not too far off from his daily look. It was only when he stopped, gesturing back toward you with a flourish, that the crowd erupted into cheers. Flushed and giggling, you took the hand he offered and quickly disappeared back into the crowd. 

“So?” he asked, tugging you back against his chest as he leaned against the wall. “Think we’ll win?”

Laughing softly, you shook your head. “Not a chance. I mean, look at Jun and Minghao. And honestly, Wonwoo and his partner as black cats are pretty cute, too.”

To your surprise, your boyfriend snorted, and you could hear in his voice the way he rolled his eyes. “Please. He can literally turn into a cat. He could’ve done what I did instead of buying cheap ass ears!”

You blinked, gears turning in your head for a moment as you recalled your conversation in the car. “Wait. When you said we, you meant—”

“Oh, yeah, all of the guys. Wonwoo can turn into a cat, Seungkwan and Dokyeom are kind of siren-esque…” he explained, eyes glancing over the room. 

You frowned, looking up at your boyfriend. “What are you, then?” 

He smirked, fangs flashing dangerously for a moment before your attention was pulled to Soonyoung, shouting over the din, “Time for the voting and rankings!”

You felt more than you saw Joshua’s smile as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “I guess it remains a mystery.”

“Next year, you have to actually try,” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. It took all of Joshua’s willpower not to laugh, following your glare to where Minghao held his trophy. “Tell me we at least beat Jeonghan.” The apologetic look he gave you spoke volumes, and you groaned. 

“I’m sorry, angel. I promise, he’d be insufferable if we won,” he hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist. A shudder lit down your spine at the sudden proximity, coupled with his warm breath next to your ear. “I can think of a few ways to make it up to you, though.” Pressing his lips to your pulse, he held you tighter when you jumped at the foreign feeling of his tail winding around your bare thigh. 

You hummed, pleased as you melted back into his arms. He was intoxicating, taking over your senses when he got you like this, making you putty in his hands. “Can you? I don’t know if I believe you.”

“You should, sweetheart,” he purred, fingers dancing over your sides. “Unless you don’t want me to show you what kind of hell an incubus can raise.”

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[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

"It's a good thing we brought towels" | modern!AU frustrated!levi at the beach

✧ notes ➼ 18+, smut, car sex, public sex, frustrated levi, sub to dom!levi, filth, everything i write is filthy

ooooooooook im writing this beach scene for my fic and now i cant stop thinking about dragging my tongue across levi's abs jkdjkjkf

minors dni btw lmao idk what u all expect from me at this point

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imagine being at the beach, just hanging. you're in your two-piece bikini and you were actually able to drag levi with you for once. he usually hates the beach—there's no way he would get into that filthy ocean water and sand gets in between his toes. it just sounded miserable all around. but once he arrived and saw you in your bikini, he began having the thought that it just might be worth it

imagine you immediately feeling something within your core when you see levi take his shirt off, wearing only a pair of swimming shorts even though he had no intention to swim. it's not like you haven't seen each other both naked quite a handful of times, but there was just something about him that made it mesmerizing every time. it was the way his abs were perfectly molded into him, how the sun seemed to shine off his skin, his happy trail that led down below his shorts, his toned arms seeming to be all you can think about, and how good his fingers always feel inside you.

before long, he's dragging you to your car, after the both of you had been forced to spend the latter half of the morning simply watching each other without being able to relieve the rapidly building tension. you quickly crawl onto him, planting your lips onto his, his tongue immediately entering your mouth and wrestling yours for dominance. you felt his hands gripping at your hips and the more you began to grind on him, the more you began to feel his cock through his swimming trunks.

imagine being so frustrated that you push levi onto his back across the seat, slowly dragging your tongue across his abs, getting to taste and take in everything that you were only allowed to admire with your eyes. you felt him shuddering underneath you as you dragged your tongue up from his abs, across his pecks, and gently along his neck, nibbling on his ear.

"frustrated?" you'd whisper.

that's when something would snap within him. before you know it, he's flipped over so that you were now the one on your back as he pinned your wrists up against the car window. he'd look at you with his intense grey eyes, slowly taking in all of your features.

his hand would gently caress your cheek, down to your jaw, brushing gently over your neck, with him lingering a bit longer as his hand dragged over your breast, down your abdomen and towards your pussy. you felt yourself tense, getting increasingly excited and frustrated as his fingers came closer and closer to your heat.

you'd shiver as you felt levi push the fabric of your bikini off to the side to expose your pussy to him and he'd gently press his fingers against your already swollen clit, drawing gentle circles, a smug look entering his eyes once he saw the way you moved under him.

"who's the frustrated one now?" he mumbles.

as soon as levi noticed your eyes rolling to the back of your head and the way that your body was tensing, he removed his fingers, prompting a whine from you. however, your whine quickly turned into an embarrassingly loud moan as you felt him immediately enter you fully with his cock. after giving you a second to adjust, he'd start slowly moving his hips, sliding in and out of you, your slick coating his dick and he felt his own breath hitch as he felt your pussy suck him in, causing him to grip down on your wrists harder.

his thrusts go from slow and steady gradually to rough and sloppy as he saw how your body reacted every time his hips made contact with yours. he'd throw one leg of yours over his shoulder so he can get a better angle, with his own grunts becoming audible as he felt himself go deeper and deeper into you.

the two of you had started your makeout session with some social tact in that you didn't want to make it too obvious that you were relieving yourselves in the back of your SUV, but that was no longer the case, as your moans echoed throughout the car and his thrusts became rougher and rougher.

"l-look what you fucking do to me, _____," he'd mumble under his breath as his own composure quickly began to falter as he watched you fall apart under him.

his own thoughts became scrambled as levi began chasing his own high, a coat of sweat covering both your bodies, with the car windows beginning to fog up from the combined body heat of both your bodies. he slammed his hips against yours until he finally pulled out, spilling his cum all over your stomach.

his grip on your wrists would loosen as he used his hand to hold himself up from falling directly onto you.

after a few seconds of panting, he'd look into your eyes and gently press his lips against yours, tucking your loose strands of hair behind your ear.

"it's a good thing we brought towels."

im so normal about this man i think about him a normal amount of times everything is normal i- #: @chaotic-on-main @romantichomicide95 @lovolee3 @svftackerman @levisbrat25 @leviismybby @idkks4m @moonmalice @elnyrae @sleepyfairyxo @averysmolbear @cathybarn@tclbts @belovedackerman @bejewelledd @roseofdarknessblog @anviacker @aam1na @luvjiro @noctemys @sixpennydame @meltingforthatackerman

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[strangerwheelerthings]

I don't know if it's because it's been too long since I last watched Stranger Things, but I genuinely don't remember a happy Nancy scene post Barb...

This is such an interesting thing to think about because it's not as if Nancy looks miserable in most scenes of the show. In fact, she often looks determined and occasionally excited even. She has smiled before, but excitement about progress in a case, something she's passionate about because of Barb, isn't necessarily happiness. So this is something you have to look beyond face value for.

Nancy suffers quite plainly with survivors guilt and with a lot of trauma. She isn't healed from what happened in Season One, and I don't think she even let herself really start until after season three. Not with so much unresolved. She also hasn't had the help she really needs either. However, Nancy has experienced happiness since Barb's death. There are moments she forgets. It’s only healthy that she's not so obessively mired in her misery that she can't have moments to breathe.

It's been a while since I've watched the show, too, so I can't say if there's a Jancy scene where she's just happy. Their get-together scene was very in the middle of Barb trauma, the wake up together scene is very stressed and rushed. Jonathan has been good to her, but all their scenes are a very mixed bag of emotions with happiness not really being the predominant one.

There are three small scenes from season four that come to mind. The first is Lucas's game. Nancy is quite genuinely proud and happy for Lucas in that moment of success. It's such a small shot, but it's one of a few scenes that show us that Nancy cares a whole lot more about Mike’s friends than she ever says.

The second is the scene with the dog, right before the plot plummets Nancy right back into her guilt complex. She's starting to live, and she lets herself be, for just a second, when she steps away from a murder investigation to just play with a dog. This is the first real evidence that her passion for her work is not just about Barb anymore.

The last scene is the officially friends scene with Robin. It's simply a moment of establishing connection, and both girls are just so warm in that moment. It's another sign of Nancy starting to actually heal. She's happy to have a new girl friend, not scared or guilty like she would have been before.

#yeah I gotta be honest I dont know if she had any really happy scenes in season 3 #i know season 2 is sorely lacking #as much as I love exploring Nancy’s trauma she is so much more complex than that #she does see the good in her life even if it's sometimes hard for her to accept #you're right though in that the show doesn't really let her be happy the way i wish she could be #thinking of some scenes took a second as i tried to determine when she even could have been during the seasons #the source of Nancy’s worst pain is also the source of her moments of joy #care for other people #Nancy sees the good in the world and she wants to protect it but she doesn't always feel worthy of taking it for herself #she experiences genuine happiness when other people are happy #and she has moments of pride and determination in season three #but season four really feels like the start of her taking some of that for herself #in the form of keeping robin close by #of stopping to talk to a dog #Robin is especially significant because she keeps her grounded in a moment where she very easily could have been pulled under with - #- reimerging trauma because of Fred and Vecna #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #jancy #ronance #stranger things

[avacoleman]

Going a different route this week with different WIP. This time, a rivals to lovers actors/co-stars AU! Here's a scene with Alex and Nora 😌

“He’s not even—“

“I swear to God, if you fix your mouth to say that man isn’t hot, I’m going to kick you in the shin,” Nora cuts in.

Alex can’t be entirely sure that it isn't just an idle threat. He sighs and rolls his eyes.

“Whatever. He’s conventionally good looking, but that’s just what fools everyone.”

“Right. Can’t also be the philanthropy and actual investments he puts in personally— and not just for photo ops. The guy is practically a saint.”

“Hardly. No one is that perfect. There has to be something going on with him.”

Nora snorts.

“Can we just, like, fast forward to the part where you realize why you actually have it out for Henry? Honestly, it would save me so much time.”

Alex sets his phone down on his lap and looks at her.

“What are you even talking about?” 

Nora arches a brow and scoffs.

“Oh, come on. This is so textbook it’s cliché. If you guys were kids, you’d totally be pushing him on the playground and teasing him.”

Alex’s brows furrow deeper in confusion and Nora groans, leaning in closer to him.

“Alright, cool. Guess I have to spell it out for you then. Ahem. You want to f-u-c-k him reeeeally badly, Alex,” she drawls. “So badly in fact, it’s making you certifiably insane and downright miserable. All that alleged hatred you have for him? Yeah, no. Built up sexual tension. I promise you, one night between the sheets with him would set you right. Guaranteed.”

She sits back and resumes flipping through her magazine as if she hasn’t just uttered the most ridiculous series of words Alex has ever heard in his life.

“You’re joking, right?” he says after a moment when his brain finally comes online again.

Nora doesn’t look up from the magazine at all; she makes a show of flipping the page.

“Nope,” she responds, the p making a loud popping sound.

Alex takes the magazine from her and sets it down on the coffee table. She crosses her arms and looks at him. 

“I was just about to start reading Henry’s interview. He’s the cover boy this month, you know.”

He glares at her.

“I think this conversation is more important than whatever he has to say in there. I don’t know what you think you’re seeing here, but I do not like him.”

Nora smirks slowly.

“Oh, honey, no. You misunderstand. Look, I’m not saying you like him either,” she says, putting a hand over her heart, voice the sound of innocence though her face is anything but. “I’m just saying you want to get him into bed. The depth of that is neither here nor there. Point is, you want to bang him and honestly, that’d probably be for the best. You need to get it out of your system. It’d do you both a world of good.”

She checks the time on her watch and gets up. 

“Shoot, I gotta go. But here,” she says, tossing the magazine to him. Alex instinctively grabs it.

“Page 26. He’s looking very good in his spread. Take your time. Feel inspired. Come to your damn senses. Then you can thank me later. Ciao, Alejandro!”

With a wiggle of her fingers, she turns and heads out of his trailer, leaving Alex to stare after her.

It’s quite possible she’s lost her mind.

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[oldfashionedmorphine]

hi friends!! i’m super excited to share Will’s perspective from the scene in the basement all the way back in chapter 4 of i’m a wreck (without you here)!!!

i highly recommend reading chapter 17 first!!! 😉

(it’s 2.7k words! oh and psa for anyone who has read my story so far—especially if you haven’t read this chapter in a while: i have gone back and fixed some things i didn’t like cause as much as i loved this chapter, i published it before i was 100% satisfied with it…but it works better now! also idk why but i kinda like Will’s pov more 👀)

🎵🎶 and look!! i even picked out songs!!! :D

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Cause It’s the Only Thing I Wanna Do

June 22, 2004 11:47 pm

“—I really wanna know how you’ve actually been, you know, from you.”

“Well, uh...” Mike starts to say, but then he pauses, eyebrows lifting, eyes wide—it looked as though he were trying to figure out where to start first. And then Will watches Mike pour himself another shot, slamming it down fast, and sucking his teeth before he continues, “Well...I live in an apartment, it’s not terrible. Rent is a little expensive where I’m at, so I have a roommate—he’s a law student and I rarely ever see him—but anyway, I had a lot of financial mishaps over the years, so I never quite got out of the cycle of renting to own anything...or heck, even live alone. But it doesn’t really bother me though—I have a cat, her name’s Josephine—that was her name at the shelter and I thought it was cute so I kept it—and uh...definitely no girlfriend…”

Definitely no girlfriend?

The way he had said it raised a tiny little flag in Will’s mind. And then there was a pause between Mike’s words—Will almost found the nerve to ask him to elaborate, but then Mike shakes his head slightly and he’s back to speaking, “And the weather is pretty dreary. Both Nancy and Holly were convinced I have depression. They’re probably right. They said the weather only makes it worse. It does get lonely sometimes too—my relationships—well, nothing ever sticks. Honestly, it's mostly sucked, but I can’t bring myself to leave.”

Will pulls his knees to his chest, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting to hear, but hearing Mike talk about feeling lonely and how his sisters were convinced he had depression didn’t sit well with him. Once upon a time, back during the darker days of being so incredibly furious because Mike had left him behind, there were times when Will had hoped he was miserable, but eventually he grew out of that mindset after his heart hurt less, and over the past couple years, whenever he thought of Mike, he liked to imagine he was happy somehow, even if it was without him. And all the things he knew from afar—the things Nancy had told him—were all positive because she had never once mentioned anything about depression, she only informed him of the highlights. Simple stuff like Mike getting a new job or how he had sent gifts for the kids, and he knew about the cat, just not her name, but of course each time Nancy would also add a little something to the effect of ‘You know, I think he misses you, you should try talking to him—I have his number if you want it’, but of course, he couldn’t do it. He wanted to call, but too much time had passed…and it wasn’t like Mike ever tried to reach out either—Nancy had his number too, so she probably offered it to Mike at some point as well. Ultimately, it felt like the damage was too severe to ever recover from. And it was also very hard to believe that Nancy was really telling the truth—that Mike actually missed him—and not just meddling to make family gatherings less awkward. Maybe she had hoped that if the two of them were friends again, then her brother would be more inclined to visit. Perhaps a selfish motive, but if that was the truth, then he could understand why she would try and make the effort. In the end, Will thought it was best to leave it alone, because there would be less chance of getting hurt again that way…

And when Will realizes Mike had left him a short window to speak, he takes it—he wants Mike to know he's listening. “Why not? If it sucks, why not move somewhere else? What’s stopping you? It’s not like you haven’t done a big move before. Just go somewhere more affordable,” but Mike’s face was still sour, so Will makes a small attempt to provoke a smile with a teasing tone, “and with better weather.”

“I dunno. It’s stupid when I think about it now, but I pissed everyone off back when I first moved—and then you wouldn’t talk to me anymore—I guess I just felt like it all had to mean something.”

Will quirks an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

Mike keeps his eyes cast down at his hands, fidgeting with an empty shot glass. “I mean, that me living there, in Seattle, couldn’t be all for nothing. And I only realize now that I was being so fucking stubborn about it. It’s just that...half the time—half the time I was embarrassed that I didn’t live up to my parents expectations. I could have been more—or something. Something more. I had really hoped being somewhere else would have helped, like when people talk about a ‘fresh start’, but I just feel like—I dunno, like I’m going through the motions.” He scoffs. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but...if twelve year old me could see me now I’m sure he’d be pretty disappointed. I let myself get knocked down because of a couple dumbass choices—any normal person would have dusted themselves off and tried again. But not me.”

“Oh…” Will murmurs. He wasn’t sure what else to say.

“Not me...or I dunno, maybe I was just punishing myself.”

Again he watches Mike pour himself another shot of vodka, filling it to the very brim this time, almost to the point it spills over, and as he brings the shot to his mouth, some of the liquor drips onto his shirt and the floor. It was clear Mike’s coordination was wavering with each additional shot. And then Mike offers to pour Will another, but he shakes his head, refusing—Will knew his limits. Three shots of vodka was more than enough, possibly too much, because he was definitely feeling it. If he drank any more he’d regret it in the morning. Not to mention he wasn’t a big fan of getting drunk to begin with. He always feared he’d end up like his deadbeat dad if he wasn’t careful about pacing himself when it came to alcohol.

Mike sets the bottle back on the coffee table. “You probably know this, but I was also holding a major…major grudge against my dad for the longest fucking time because of his—well, cause of all those things he said.” He chuckles, which Will found to be a bit unsettling considering what Mike was saying. “At one point my mom even said that he was ‘sorry for everything’ and that he wanted to try to ‘make amends’…part of me thought she was just saying it to force me to apologize first, but I still couldn’t face him even if it was the damn truth. Like, I just couldn’t trust that he really felt differently after everything—well ‘cause, all those horrible things he said—the things he implied…even about you, they might as well have been…about me. Y’know? I mean, they were…they are, he just didn’t know it. And I really didn’t think he’d still be sorry if he knew about that.”

Wait—what? Did he just—

Will was stunned, though he wasn’t sure he heard him right. Because it wasn’t like he had said the words outright, yet it sounded a hell of a lot like he was implying that—

And now Mike was looking over at him, full of panic, with the kind of expression you’d expect from someone who just revealed a truth they never meant to share. His eyes remain locked on Mike, but the longer he stares at him the more confused it makes him, so Will drops his gaze to the floor and tightens his arms around his legs. No matter how Mike’s face seemed, it wasn’t confirmation of what he thought he heard—hopes he heard.

Out of the corner of his eye, Will sees Mike reaching for the vodka again, this time drinking straight from the bottle. Part of him wanted to snatch the bottle away from Mike—I think you’ve had enough, mister, you’ll regret another drop—except he can’t seem to move a damn muscle for some reason.

And after a moment Mike sighs, setting the bottle down. “Of course, I don’t exactly know how he would’ve handled the news—I mean, obviously I never told him—or anyone from back then—”

But what else would have upset his father so much? What could it possibly have been that he never told him…or anyone else? Drugs? No, because he said it had something to do with me too, so that can’t be it, not to mention the way he emphasized—

Mike hiccups. “As I say this now, you’re the first I’ve—”

Okay, but I’m the first what? I need you to say it!

“—and of course I never let it go with him...but then...it was too late. The option to even think about—well, about finally forgiving him...and telling him the truth about me—”

The truth about—okay, yeah, that has to be it—Ted must’ve said a bunch of homophobic shit to Mike and I was roped into the mix somehow, because Mike said his dad ‘implied horrible things’ that involved me, yet all of it also applied to Mike? So then he must’ve meant that he’s gay…or maybe he’s bisexual? What else would make Ted Wheeler lose his shit? What else would he want to conceal for so long? And that still had to do with me somehow—cause it sure as shit wouldn’t have been over video games…plus…no one—not Nancy, Holly, Karen, El, or any one else—has ever once mentioned anything to me about Mike having a girlfriend since…high school…

“—cut all the bullshit, but...it didn’t. And I didn’t even go—didn’t even go to his funeral. I didn’t deserve to. It’s stupid—or I’m stupid. And now with Nancy—I didn’t—fuck—I didn’t even...consider...that I had so little time left with her. And...my options were taken away...again. I could have—I could have...seen her more. I know we weren’t always...the closest, but she—she definitely made more effort than me—if I had just...been less of a dipshit and forced myself to visit...but now—well, I can’t do that anymore. She’s gone, Will. She’s really...” Mike pauses, then he whispers, “gone.”

And then Will looks back over at Mike—he was using his sleeves to dry his eyes, but his tears were relentless, continuing to spill over, and with snot also dripping from his nose. The mere sight of Mike in this state elicits tears of his own, as well as an overwhelming urge to comfort him, to offer him a shoulder, but when Will starts to inch closer to him, he hesitates. There was a time they used to hug, but what if Mike didn’t want to be touched?

Fuck it—he can push me away if he needs to.

Will must have caught him by surprise with his sudden impulse, because now Mike’s looking at him with glossy bloodshot eyes as a shuddered gasp escapes his pale lips. And then Mike starts to tremble as though he were on the cusp of shattering into a million pieces. But for a single selfish second, as Mike was falling apart right before his eyes, Will can’t help but marvel at the sheer impossibility of the situation. At how close he was to Mike. Their knees were now pressed together and the scent of his shampoo was so prominent—citrus and mint—mixed with a hint of alcohol coming from his breath. But the moment passes and then the instinct to wrap an arm around him kicks in, to draw him even closer. Mike’s head immediately falls onto Will’s shoulder and his sobs grow louder.

And between sobs and sniffles Mike starts stuttering, “I’m n-never gonna see her again—ever. Never hear her voice—see her s-smile. Never—and I missed out—the pictures—her! Never, n-never—I’m so stupid—stupid—” Without any warning, Mike moves to throw his arms around Will, seeming desperate as he grabs onto his shirt, pulling at the fabric so intensely that threads begin to snap, threatening to rip the seams apart entirely—hey, I like this shirt—except Will couldn't find it in him to make Mike stop. All he can do is try and hold him and hope that it helps. And when Mike starts to beg softly into his ear, the words tug even more at his heartstrings, “Please, please—don’t go. Please, you can’t go. Please, please s-stay—ple-please don’t go. I don’t want—I don’t want—don’t leave me again. Please, please don’t—don’t—don’t—” then Mike tucks his face into the crook of Will’s neck, his pleading words becoming too muffled to comprehend.

Will tries to ignore the small part inside of him that feels betrayed for allowing himself to get this close to Mike and risk his heart all over again. And he briefly thinks back to when he held that number in his hand, debating with himself for hours before he pushed a single button—before he ever left that voicemail—because he knew exactly what would happen. It was a slippery slope and the stakes were high. But of course, a larger part of him wanted Mike back more than anything, so he had set aside his fear and from the very second he dialed his number, he was all in—heart unsheathed and vulnerable. And now here he was, sitting on the floor of an old familiar basement, more than a little tipsy, with Michael Wheeler drunk and trembling in his arms, begging for him to never leave him again.

But tomorrow Mike would wake up and not remember any of this. And if Will were to ask him about it, he’d reply that he didn’t mean anything he said. That it was all a mistake. That it was only extreme grief and copious amounts of vodka that made him utter such words, but Will tries to ignore every invading thought. Thoughts driven only by fear—a defense mechanism designed to shield his heart by preparing him for some hypothetical worst case scenario like last time. Because something inside him was fully aware that he had slipped over that edge and he was falling once again for the idea of spending the rest of their lives together. And that maybe he wouldn’t survive this time if it all went wrong.

But it won’t. Not this time. This time it’ll be different—no more hiding.

“Hey, hey...it’s gonna be okay. I’m here...” Will whispers to him as he brings a hand up to stroke the back of Mike’s head, his hair the slightest bit damp to the touch, and then slowly his shaking begins to subside. “I know it hurts. But it’s gonna be okay... maybe not right now, but someday.”

Mike’s sobs taper off until the only sound filling the space in the room was REO Speedwagon’s Keep On Loving You;

“…When I said that I love you, I meant that I love you forever…”

Will rocks him gently side to side, humming the song as if it were a lullaby. Eventually Mike grows heavier in his arms and Will realizes it would be better for Mike to sleep in a bed, so he tries to rouse him. “Mike?”

No answer, so he tries again, giving him a little shake. “Mike…Mike?”

“Hmm.”

“Come on, let’s get you to bed—”

He groans at the suggestion.

“You can’t sleep like this, come on…”

Mike mumbles—it sounds like he was asking him to stay.

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

He finally manages to help him up, but they only get as far as the sofa bed right behind them. At first they both stay sitting at the very edge, with Mike still trying to hold onto Will, but in the end, Will gently eases him towards the pillow and he goes out like a light.

Will tilts his head as he leans over him, then reaches a hand out—at first it was to simply push back the hair from Mike’s eyes, but right after, he caresses his cheek with the back of his hand. Even with puffy eyes and tear-soaked skin with splotches of red, he was beautiful. Maybe more so now than ever before.

And Will felt guilty for wanting to capture Mike in such a dark moment. But that feeling didn’t stop him from picking up his sketchbook off the floor and opening it to an empty page…

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[darsynia]

Shipping and Handling Chapter 3 Sneak Peek

(Stucky x Reader slow burn, Steve x Reader fast burn, Friendship all around)

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Summary: There’s a chance you and Steve aren’t the only people dealing with the strange chemical bond from Mistress, so you agree to submit to daily tests that should help Dr. Banner figure out what’s happening, and maybe how to stop it. The problem? Seeing each other every day brings a new set of side-effects that both of you hide from each other and Banner until things come to a head– not just for the two of you, but also for the man who has to deal with you: Bucky Barnes. Length/Warnings: around 600 / sexual situations

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Thanks for your patience everyone! It was QUITE a summer. To recap, this scene is in the middle of the next chapter, named Gravity, hopefully posted in the next few days. The reader has been exposed to the aphrodisiac Mistress, causing secondary transfer to Steve. She's in a wheelchair for physical-stability safety, no actual injury or incapacitation.

“Alone?” you whisper, sounding miserable.

Steve crouches down in front of the wheelchair, his heart clenched into as much of a fist as the hand he’s gripping the armrest with. His high-minded resolutions not to influence you have been shredded by the look on your face.

“Not alone, not if you don’t want to be. The third option is for me to stand by what I promised in the restaurant. To finish what we started, out in the car.”

Your breathing had been quick and distressed since he’d wheeled you out of Bruce’s lab, and as he watches, you struggle with your words, pulling in a breath only to let it out in furrowed-brow frustration twice. Finally, you let out a huff of a laugh and let your hands drop like you’ve given up trying to be diplomatic. 

“Are we coworkers, thanks to all this? Am I allowed to ask you exactly what you’re offering, or would that get lawyers involved?”

“Oh, I’m sure Tony would love to get lawyers involved,” Steve groaned, “--but this is just between us. No surveillance and no pressure. The limo is parked in a private garage, it has tinted windows, and Stark’s AI guards all access. It’s the safest place I could think of without a chance of being interrupted or--”

“Yes.” Along with the fervent assent, you throw your head back, your whole body going through a kind of delighted shudder of relief that has Steve standing and walking a short distance away so he doesn’t do anything rash.

After a few deep breaths, he says, “I’m going to wheel you into the elevator, but if I’m honest, I’m not sure you’re in any condition to agree to this.”

“At least as much as you did, the day we met!” Your laugh sounds manic, but when Steve turns around, he catches you letting out a deep breath, your hands in fists on your lap. “If--” your voice falters, but you clear your throat and continue. “If you really think that, I can’t do this to you. I’ll… go up to the apartment.”

His own disappointment at that option slices through his inhibitions, and Steve hastens to refute the necessity of your offer. “Don’t do that to yourself. You won’t be able to fix this without me.”

“I know. But you should have the choice.”

He hits the elevator button and the doors open right away, offering a distraction from responding as he wheels you in-- but Steve Rogers isn’t much for avoiding tough things.

He ignores the part of his brain that points out that this isn’t tough at all.

“I do have the choice. Bruce said, and I quote, ‘I’ve never seen you walk away from someone in distress, and I don’t expect you to start now.’ He’s right.”

Steve forces himself to count to twenty as the elevator takes the two of you to the sub basement, but his veneer of control is shattered when the doors open and he looks down at you. You’ve leaned your head back to look up at him, desire etched across your features-- but equally present is an expression of utter trust.

It’s as much of an intoxicant to him as Mistress.

He walks around to block the door of the elevator, turning to hold a hand out for you. No way is he going to wheel you to the limo for what’s about to follow. Your immediate, confident grasp does a lot to assuage his concerns. The way you stumble into him right afterwards is just a symptom of the malady he knows just how to fix.

The empty wheelchair in the elevator will do nicely as an indicator to whom it may concern.

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[anki-of-beleriand]

On a single night

Summary: One night between you and Wanda changed everything. Now, your relationship will end up in tears or wedding bells.

Relationship: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader - Mentions of Kate Bishop x Female!reader

Warnings: Minors DNI! Fluff, angst, idiots in love, smut, implied smut anyway, alcohol, language, implied lost of virginity, strap on usage, drama, Avenger reader.

Author's note: Hello there guys, so this is a story I just finished while I work on a request and another one. I hope you guys like this one, remember English is not my mother tongue so i apologise for the funny mistakes.

I'm really enjoying this far too much, so if there are any requests...

The first time it happened it was at a party.

One of Tony Stark’s parties, of course.

Those things were like Las Vegas, whatever happened at a Tony Stark’s party, stays at a Tony Stark’s party. That was the rule, that was why Wanda never thought nothing of it.

Wanda had always thought you were the most beautiful woman to ever grace the earth with her presence. By the gods, you were just stunning and after Wanda heard you talk, laugh, and fight she was more than a little fascinate by you. There was one issue though, actually two: first, you were best friends, and best friends didn’t get romantically involve.  And second, you were a flirt. A womanizer.

That particular day, on that particular party though…everything changed.

Wanda’s dream came true.

You had come in with the black suit Tony had given to you for your birthday, with your hair falling freely on your back exuding confidence with a know-it-all smirk in place, eager to just go out there and dance your way around the guests. Wanda knew how this parties usually ended for you, with a girl by your side before the both of you disappeared leaving Wanda empty and miserable.

It was always like that.

Wanda let her eyes wandered on your form, your eyes sparkling with mirth as Tony and Pietro argued and you just said one or two words to keep the arguing going.

“You should close your mouth and stop staring; it’s getting too obvious. And embarrassing.” Natasha Romanoff offered a drink to Wanda who didn’t hesitate to take it and drank it in a single gulp.

“Easy there, Maximoff, this is no water.” Natasha studied the young woman beside her, before she let her eyes wandered to your laughing form.

“God, I shouldn’t have come.” Wanda mumbled turning away from the scene the moment you caught the attention of one of the new recruits from Shield.

Natasha pursed her lips, noticing how your eyes linger in the form of Wanda. It was a game they had been playing for quite some time, and the wagers were high on who would give in first.

“I think you should stop watching from afar and go right there.” Natasha commented shrugging, “that’s what I would do.”

“Easy for you to say so, you’re like sex on legs.” Wanda rolled her eyes when Natasha shot her a look that demand some explanation. “That’s how Y/N refers to you.”

Natasha snorted, “she is a flirt, I give you that but…she is also a fluffy mess, romantic by heart. And loyal.”

This was not the first time the both of them had this conversation, Wanda might be attracted to you, but her main fear was the fact that you were a complete, and utter flirt. You were charming, easy going, and quite the talkative woman; you attracted the attention of both women and men. And while it was quite obvious your preferences were for women, no one was sure if you were ready or even like the prospect of a serious relationship.

And Wanda was not ready to share, and she certainly didn’t want to share you.

But you didn’t know that, and Wanda was not about to tell you that because she wasn’t sure she would take the rejection quite well. She could deal with you sleeping around as long as she knew she was still your best friend by heart, that she got the chance to snuggle to you whenever she had a nightmare. That she had the privilege of seeing your real smile, or your wistful eyes.

You laughed again whispering something in the recruit’s ear, the woman blushed deeply nodding at you. Wanda glanced away the moment you noticed her, and without even giving a glance back to the recruit you made your way to Wanda and Natasha.

“I think I’m leaving…” Wanda started but Natasha offered her that strained smile she usually wore when something was about to happen.

“Too late.” She mumbled, then her whole face broke into one big grin. “Y/N!”

“Nat!” You engulfed the woman in a tight hug, “you guys are late! Where have you been? I’ve put up with Pietro alone for far too long, he is throwing off my groove!”

“Hey! I’m not! If anything, it is you the one throwing off my groove.” Pietro pushed you lightly. “That girl was so into me…”

You rolled your eyes amused before settling them on Wanda, the young woman offered a tiny smile that your returned with one of your own. You stepped forward stretching your hand out for her, Wanda hesitated for a moment before taking it, you winked at her bowing your head letting your lips brushed against her knuckles.

“Damn, Little Witch, you look stunning today.” You said with a voice that was so different to the one you had used moments ago. “You came here with someone in mind?”

Wanda dipped her head her lips curling slightly and a flush on her cheeks; a sight you thought was adorable on her.

“I…no, just…” Wanda stammered before giggling. “I just wanted to have fun.”

You beamed at her, “that’s the right answer, then if you don’t mind…can I have the first dance?”

Natasha watched the interaction with growing amusement. Wanda was right, you were a flirt by heart, however you were a different kind of flirt and person whenever Wanda was nearby. You softened completely, your attention completely on her, your eyes twinkling happily while you devoted everything to make sure Wanda felt special. How did Wanda miss all the signs was beyond Natasha’s comprehension, she only knew that if the both of you didn’t stop dancing around one another this could end with a broken heart.

Wanda could say no to you, so she said yes.

You two danced into the night, and Wanda had never felt as happy as she was that night. Her heart was beating hard, her body tingling all over at your closeness the room was dark with flashing lights dancing around the dance floor. The alcohol and the dancing were getting to your head, your hand on her lower back, and your forehead against hers as you swing around at the rhythm of the music.

You didn’t know when it happened, the only thing you knew was that when it happened you held her tight your lips dancing around hers, your tongue asking for permission before you got a taste of Wanda. In the blink of an eye, the both of you were stumbling over your room…

Wanda knew the moment she leaned in she would end up with a broken heart.

You kissed her as if she was the only person in the world that matter, your hands were mapping out her body guiding her with tenderness until you had her where you wanted it. Wanda tried to hold back her moans, to quiet down her whimpers but it was impossible when your mouth and fingers worked around her body making her feel pleasure mixed with affection.

Wanda couldn’t stop saying your name, and she made sure to just said that and not scare you off by confessing just how in love she was with you. The young woman came undone when your voice reached her out, her fingers working inside her as you whisper her name, her nickname…

“Come for me, Wanda, scream my name, Little Witch…”

It was heaven.

And you gave her that heaven until the break of dawn.

By morning, Wanda was pretty sure she was in hell.

She got dressed in record time, you were still fast asleep with a half-smile on your lips. Wand felt tears pricking on her eyes, her heart breaking just a little at the mistake she made. A drunken night of pure bliss, only to have the rest of her life to regret it. With one last glance at you, Wanda left.

Wanda never mentioned that night. You had been hurt but decided to respect her decision.

After all…

…what happened at Tonys’ party, stayed at Tony’s party.

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The second time it happened, she had been crying.

It had been a month since Tony’s party. You were left hurting, wondering what had happened what you had done wrong to have Wanda run on you, and then ignored you. You loved and hated that night, you loved it because you get to be with Wanda, but you hated it because it messed with your friendship.

She had been avoiding you, no longer did she answer your messages or waited for you at breakfasts. Your training sessions were now with Pietro, and your missions had been fixed so you ended up with Sam or alone.

It hurt.

It broke your heart in so many pieces you thought it was not fair. You could take this from everyone but Wanda.

You knew Wanda was off limits.

She was your best friend, she was everything to you and even if you felt an ounce of attraction for her, her friendship was more important than anything else. And now…You tried to forget about it by going out, Pietro was usually your wingman the way you were his.

It was fun, whenever you two weren’t on a mission or training you were out, and it ended up with you bringing over a girl or coming back to the compound late in the morning. It was easier, to just go out and forget the fact you had a taste of what it was to be with Wanda. Only to have it ripped out in the cruelest way.

This went on for over a month, and in all this time Wanda would just look from afar. Never once did she mentioned that night, and whenever you were about to say something, the only thing she said was she had been drunk and didn’t remember anything.

Which was even worse because a part of you had to wonder if perhaps you took advantage of her and that was the reason as to why she had been ignoring you after that day.

“While I have been enjoying you whoring yourself out in the last couple of weeks,” Fury said dryly rolling his eye when you and Pietro giggled like idiots, “I need you to focus on this mission.”

“Right, get the girl make her fall in love with me and then…” You trailed off when your eyes fell on Wanda, the young woman was looking at you with her jaw clenched.

Your eyes dropped for a moment, then you turned to Fury.

“Try to not fall in love with her, anything else?” You asked feeling those green eyes on you.

Fury sighed, he hated dealing with young adults. More so if they were as insufferable as you and Pietro.

“You don’t have to sleep with her…” Clint started, and you just stood up.

“I know. I want to.” You said shrugging, then taking the file you left. “She looks hot.”

Wanda sat there for a long time, her eyes itching with unshed tears.

The mission went smoothly, and as it turned out the young woman you had been ordered to protect and to date was a nice woman. An heir to a great fortune, lost her father on the attack against New York and her mother had been involved with the mob. She was a great fighter, so not as useless or as damsel in distress as you thought her to be.

Kate Bishop turned out to be quite a catch.

And what ended like a mission, in the end was looking to be something else.

Both of you had started a semi relationship, she was unsure of what she wanted, and you were opened to the options. It was a win-win situation. And of course, everyone ended up knowing what was happening.

“Damn, she is hot.” Pietro sighed putting his feet on top of the table. “I really find it so unfair you always ended up with the best missions.”

You snorted fixing your clothes, you were supposed to meet Kate at a dinner party. Something about big money and investors, and then the night was for the both of you. You were ready for her, packed and horny.

“So, how do I look?” You turned to Pietro stretching your hands, Pietro pursed his lips leaning in.

“As someone that’s going to get lucky tonight.”

“Damn right I am.” You winked getting your keys and making your way to the door, you were about to text Kate when you realized you didn’t have your phone on you. “Fuck, where is my phone?”

Soon the both of you dismantled your room without any results, you mused over when you last used it until you remember. The library.

It was there where you found her.

She had her legs against her chest, her back resting against the wall while she glanced out of the window with tears falling down her face. She was sobbing, shivering while trying to hold back the sorrow she was experiencing.

Your heart broke.

If there was something you never wanted it, was for Wanda to suffered or to cry and be this miserable. Without thinking about it twice you approached her, she was so distracted she never noticed until you were kneeling right beside her.

“Wanda? Hey, Little Witch, what happened?” Wanda jerked away from her stupor, she tried to wipe away her tears, but her movements were slow, and her hands were trembling.

“I’m not…It’s not…”

“Of course, it is.” You leaned in, your hand caressing her cheek with tenderness. “What happened?”

“Nothing, you can go.” She tried to say firmly, but her voice broke, and new tears form in her eyes.

You leaned closer, your arms wrapping around her shoulders pulling her to you. In that instant she wrapped her arms around you sobbing on your neck, just as you sat down pulling her to your lap.

“Hey, baby, come on, what is it, Wanda? What happened?” You whispered caressing her hair rocking her tenderly, your hand brushing her red locks. “It’s okay, Little Witch, it’s okay. I’m here.”

You forgot about everything and everyone, the only thing that matter to you at the moment was the woman in your arms. Her hands caressed the hairs on your neck, her sobs slowing down with your hand making soothing circles on her back. It seemed as if she was getting a hold of herself, and you put her closed to you.

You tensed when she stiffened in your arms.

You forgot about the strap on you had put early on. Wanda stopped the movements of her hands, she straightened up and her face was a mixture of tears and embarrassment and something else you didn’t know how to name.

“I’m sorry, your date…” She started but you offered a single smile, your hand moving up to brush away her hair from her face.

“It’s okay, Little Witch, you come first.” You whispered and then it happened.

Wanda leaned in kissing you slowly, tenderly and her hands went down your torso to your crotch. You moaned into her mouth as she shifted until she was straddling you. The both of you struggled for a moment, but soon you had Wanda whimpering and thrusting her hips your eyes darkening at the sight of Wanda riding you placing needy kisses on your lips.

You couldn’t look away from her, but Wanda had her eyes closed biting her lower lip as she rode you hard.

“Wanda…” your voice rough, deep with desired your hand sliding down until you could feel her clit engorged and begging to be touch. Your finger flickered around it, Wanda screamed out and this time it was your name escaping her lips. You smiled doing it again, and again until Wanda crashed her lips to yours and came a second and a third time.

This time around she didn’t run, but she didn’t speak either. Your questions went unanswered and then you were left alone pondering what hell was happening. Wanda was back to her room crying for her inability to be far away from you, for not letting you affect her the way you did.

You two didn't speak afterwards. 

Wanda left and you didn't find your phone.

You met Kate the next day, she had been mad but understanding. You felt guilty, because the young woman standing in front of you was amazing, and at another time, at another circumstance, you would have fallen in love with her.

Kate had understood, your best friend was crying and she needed it you. She knew you lost your phone, and that you needed Stark to locate it, which she found funny seeing as your phone was part of your job. She accepted everything without doubting you for a second.

You felt awful. 

One thing was to sleep around, another thing was to play with someone like Kate. So after a couple of days, you ended things with her, and Kate while affected, was juts the type of woman you knew she was. 

"I suppose this was going to happen sooner or later," Kate lowered her gaze, the corner of her mouth tense and you could see how her eyes gleamed with unshed tears. 

"Why do you say that?" You asked her a little affronted, the other woman chuckled shaking her head. 

"You seemed to be in love with someone else," Kate shrugged then leaned in winking at you, "I foolishly thought I could help you forget."

Your eyes opened wide at the revelation, you opened your mouth and then closed it. 

"I'm not… I don't think…" you scowled glaring at a laughing Kate. "I don’t think I have someone…"

Kate threw her arms around you, her body pressed to yours and the young woman let out a sob burying her face on your neck. You hugged her back, and of course you never noticed Wanda watching from afar. 

When you two parted, Kate kissed you softly. Her tears fresh on her face. 

“Don’t worry, Y/N, when the time is right you will know.” She said offering a tiny smile you returned.

"Kate, I know it's not fair but we can be friends. I want to be your friend.”

"Oh, we are! You're not getting rid of me that easily." The young woman smiled winking at you. "I told you, didn't I? I want to be an Avenger."

You laughed wrapping your arm around her shoulders shaking your head. 

" No, I remembered you specifically telling me you wanna be Hawkeye, who unfortunately, is already taken."

"I can be the legacy!" Kate exclaimed. 

"He has children!" 

And at that moment you knew the both of you were going to be okay. While you enjoyed the fact that lovers to friends was possible, Wanda felt as her life just ended. It was always like that when she saw you in another’s arms.

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The third time it happened… 

… you almost died. 

It was a mission like any other. 

Everyone was in position; the building had been surrounded and the last report said there was not an enhanced fighter inside. Only those who had become addicted to the serum, your eyes went to the watch on your wrist. One minute. 

The last couple of weeks had been hard. You and Wanda had drifted apart, it was as if being intimated with her had done more damage than become the opportunity to bring the both of you together. 

It was frustrating, really. 

You couldn't shake the memory of her from your head. Her eyes so bright and expressive, pupils dilated mouth hanging open, harsh breathing as she came undone in your fingers, with you inside her. 

"You okay?" A hand on your forearm, your gaze lifted to find Natasha there frowning with concern in her eyes. 

"Yes."

The other woman pursed her lips, she knew you were lying. Things had not been okay with you ever since Tony’s party. 

But this was not the time to talk about it 

Before Natasha could say something an explosion was heard. 

"The cover is blown!! Something is happening/" 

Everything went to hell from then on. 

They knew they were coming; it was a trap.

You lowered your mask to your face, giving Natasha a wink before jumping into action. You were fighting, you were winning until you were not. 

Wanda screamed. 

It was all it took for you to knock out the man you were fighting with and spurred into action. The witch was on her knees hands on her head while another crazed woman was pointing her fingers at her wisps of white electricity coming from her fingers to Wanda’s head.

“You messed with the wrong witch.” You said with black energy forming around your hands pushing the other woman away from Wanda, you went right to Wanda who was crying holding her head tightly.

You pulled her to you crawling her in your arms. You were so focused on her you never noticed the other fighter; it was too late. You heard a bang, a blinding pain through your body.

Wanda opened her eyes, she was speaking, tears on her eyes and then…everything went black.

**** Wanda didn’t leave your side for days.

She would always be there holding your hand, hearing the medical reports, telling you all about the daily life at the Compound. The only moment she would leave your side was when your girlfriend Kate was over.

Wanda didn’t want to see how the other woman would talk about the both of you, how incredible you two were. Wanda didn’t want to hear how she lost you to another person. So, she usually left without a word. 

But, whenever she was back, Wanda tried to gather the courage to tell you she was in love with you. That you were the only person she thought about every day, that no one, and she meant no one before you had ever touched her the way you did. You were her first in so many aspects, Wanda was afraid to confess. She wished things were different, that you and she were possible…

…Wanda knew it was not possible.

She was so afraid that you would realize she was not the one you wanted.

“Just wake up, please.” Wanda wished she didn’t feel so much, she wished you hadn’t made your way into her heart and she could only love you.

By the third week, in one cold night you took a deep breath.

Wanda woke up startled, her hand on yours her puffy eyes red and green glancing at you hopefully. You groaned trying to talk but your throat was dry, the effort to form words made it impossible for you to say much.

Everything was rushed afterwards, the doctors came in to check on you, then there was the team, your friends, your family and in all this time Wanda never left your side, not even once.

That was until Kate Bishop came rushing in throwing the door open making you jumped in the bed and she threw herself at you before checking for herself nothing had happened.

“What.the.hell.were.you.thinking.” Each word was accentuated with a slap on your arm, you winced, though you couldn’t help the curl in your lips. “Don’t answer, I’m pretty sure you weren’t thinking at all…”

“Miss me much?”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Ah, but I’m your favourite idiot.” You replied tilting your head, Kate snorted hitting you again and soon the conversation changed, your eyes flickered to where Wanda had been sitting only to see the chair empty.

“She always leaves whenever I come by.” Kate followed your stare, settling her eyes on you. “I don’t think she likes me that much.”

“Wanda? Why not?” You wondered puzzle, “I know I haven’t introduced you guys properly, but it’s just…For Wanda it takes time to get use to new people and…”

You trailed off when Kate shot you an incredulous stare, the young woman chuckled grabbing your hand in hers.

“I don’t think it is because she doesn’t know me, Y/N.” Kate could see the confusion in your face, the doubt in your eyes. It was in that moment Kate knew she had been trying to get in the way of something completely unique. Not that she knew, or was doing it on purpose, had she known the deepest of the feelings between them well….

“I don’t think I’m following.” You finally said shrugging. “You’re amazing, I’m pretty sure Wanda just needs time…”

“I think she just needs for me to stop touching you so much, and for you to start paying more attention to her.” Kate rolled her eyes, she glanced at her watch standing up before placing a kiss on the frown you were wearing at the moment. “Don’t be an idiot, and you better make a move before you miss your chance.”

Kate left.

You were left confused.

A part of you, the smart one, knew what Kate was talking about. Another part, the idiot one, was happy with believing it was nothing. That your friendship with Wanda was more important that whatever else might grow between you.

That same night you woke up.

You could hear someone singing, a warm hand grabbing yours tenderly. The voice was sweet, and the song was in another language you knew pretty well even though you didn’t speak it.  

“Shh, sorry, did I wake you up?” Wanda leaned in caressing your head, her eyes gleaming strangely at you.

You stirred offering a tired smile before moving to the side, “it was worthy if I get to hear your voice singing like that, Little Witch. Come here.”

Wanda hesitated for a moment; she bit her lower lip before going in the bed with you. You smiled fixing your arm so she could snuggle closer, soon Wanda was resting on your shoulder, her body pressed tightly against yours.

“What were you singing?”

Wanda felt her heart beating so fast, her body warm and tingling all over. She wished this could be forever, that she could have you the way she wanted it without anything or anyone coming in the way. It was so comforting being in your arms, Wanda knew her heart was beating just for you and it broke her so deeply inside her soul knowing you were…that you could never see her under the same light.

“It was a lullaby,” she finally whispered, her hand on your abdomen. “Momma used to sing it to Pietro and me when the bombings started.”

You fixed your position to look into Wanda’s eyes, they almost never spoke about those times. You knew it was a painful memory for Wanda so you never pressed, but whenever Wanda felt like sharing it was because something was bothering her.

“Wanda, are you alright? Today you left so quick…” You started feeling as Wanda tensed looking away. “What is it?”

“I didn’t want to get in the way of your time with your girl.”

You blinked a couple of times confused; Wanda was still tensed in your arms avoiding your eyes.

“My girl? You mean, Kate?” You asked and before Wanda could stand up you brought her back until she was right in front of your face, your arm holding her tightly by the waist.

Wanda scowled at you, though her cheeks were red and her breathing hitched at the position.

“Wanda, you mean Kate?” You asked again, this time more forcefully demanding an answer from the other girl.

Wanda nodded curtly, and you broke into an easy smile. This was the reason Wanda had been so weird as of late? Was she jealous? Was it possible…? Did you dare to hope?

“Wanda, Kate is not my girl.” You explained slowly, observing as the expression on Wanda’s face changed little by little. “I mean, we were. But…I ended it. We are friends, nothing else.”

There was relief in her green eyes, but there was also fear and uncertainty. You thought perhaps this was it, this was the moment the both of you needed to finally get where you were supposed to be. So you leaned in and kiss the girl, slowly tentatively…

Wanda kissed you back, she threw her leg right above your thighs her crotch on your leg. It was in a matter of seconds, the both of you were breathing hard, she was practically on top of you humping your leg. You were tasting her, her moans, her pleasure as she whimpered for more.

The words were at the tip of your tongue when you saw her come undone right on top of you. And your heart almost stopped at how beautiful she looked. You didn’t say anything, though, you just hugged her putting her to you until you both fall asleep.

The next day, you woke up alone.

This time around, there were tears in your eyes.

But you didn’t know exactly why you were crying.

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The fourth time it happened you were complete and utterly mad; Wanda was too drunk and it ended up before it could begin.

The party was supposed to happen at a club, it was an inauguration the best business in town were making and the Avengers were the guests of honour. The place was packed and everyone that was somebody in the city was there. You couldn’t help the amusement in your face when Peter came by with a seal on his hand.

“I don’t get it! I’m old enough to fight aliens, and monsters and crime but not old enough to drink!”

Everyone laughed, you passed your arm around Peter still amused by the whole thing.

“Kid, when you’re ready I personally would bring you here to get you waste.” You winked but Peter merely rolled his eyes.

“Right, just so I wake up to a video of me singing in some karaoke bar with a pair of panties in my head!”

“That only happened once, and in our defence, Pietro is too easy.” You laughed as the other man pushed you lightly, the group was sitting around in the VIP longue watching the dance floor an enjoy the drinks.

The group was growing big, and you were enjoying being a part of the family. The conversation went around, and in all this time, you couldn’t stop watching at Wanda who had been so focused on her avoidance of you. It was almost too painful to watch.

It hurt so much to not really know what was happening between you. One day you were okay, you talk and you laugh and it was like nothing had happened, then the next she would just leave.

“You know, I think you have some drool over here…” Tony teased leaning in to wipe the invisible droll on your mouth.

You slapped his hand away rolling your eyes, “I’m not drooling.”

Tony hummed setting back against the chair, everyone was busy holding conversations or just drinking. Wanda was talking with Natasha, though her eyes had been drifting from time to time to the dance floor and the bar before going back to meet your stare. In those moments, your heart would flip with only those green eyes ever present in your mind.

The music blasted through the speakers; Tony cocked his head to you knowing full well in the last couple of months you had changed. It was something so obvious. Or perhaps it wasn’t. Everyone knew you Y/N L/N were a flirt, and kind of a womanizer; you didn’t need to put too much of an effort in doing so. You were charismatic, beautiful, intelligent, strong, independent, and a celebrity.

There were times in which you enjoyed being the centre of attention, while some others you loved your solitude. In all these scenarios though, there had always been on constant ever since their arrival to the Avengers family. And that was Wanda Maximoff.

Tony thought you would change; it was quite obvious you were attracted to the younger woman but as time passed it was friendship that blossomed first. It was a good friendship, sometimes you needed someone bringing you down to earth, and Wanda was just perfect for the job. Time progressed and, again, it was quite evident something was bound to happen.

But it never did.

Until recently.

And now, it would either end in tears or bells.

Tony was betting for bells. Regardless of how heartless he showed himself to the world, these people were his family and the only thing he wanted for them was happiness.

“You should go to her,” Tony finally said to you, you glanced at him out of the corner of your eyes, “this game has been going on for far too long, but something is going to happen and it could be either good or bad for you.”

The music filled the place, Wanda shot you one last glance before she took the hand of Natasha and Clint following them to the dance floor. You swallowed down your emotions, your lips breaking into a bittersweet smile.

“How long have you known?” You asked in a whisper, Tony pursed his lips pretending to be thinking hard about the answer.

“Ever since we brought the twins to the compound.”

You snorted leaning back on the chair, “I found out about five months ago.”

“You were always kinda slow for these things, Y/N.” Tony replied amused, you snickered glancing back at him.

“I’m scared, Tony.” You finally revealed, the irony of you having this conversation with Stark in a bar didn’t go amiss but you continued speaking because if there was someone who could understand that would be Tony.

“I know.” Tony sighed passing a glass of bourbon to you before taking his. “but if you continue being afraid perhaps you will lose something that would be impossible to recover.”

“I don’t want to lose her, Tony. She is…gods, she is just Wanda, you know?” You clenched your eyes closed, hearing the laughter from the man sitting by your side. “She has been my friend since forever and now…I just…”

Tony straightened up turning to you, he took off his glasses and drown the whisky in a single gulp. You arched a brow at him, imitating his actions until you were face to face.

“Do you love her?” The question was direct, it was either a yes or a no.

You didn’t think it twice, “I do. I love her.”

Tony nodded then he leaned in, “are you in love with her?”

This time around you hesitated, the question was different it held a whole new set of meaning that you hadn’t been ready to explore a few days ago. But now…

“I am.” You let go dropping your shoulders, your eyes growing big at the revelation.

Tony smirked at you leaning back, “then don’t waste more of your time chasing after stupid meaningless things. Go to her because that young woman has been in love with you since you said hi to her.”

You chuckled lowering the glass on the table. The fear was still there, but there was also determination. You stood up turning around and following the rest of the group to the dance floor.

Things, however, were not so easy.

You found Wanda.

She wasn’t alone, though.

It was as if time stood still, your eyes watched for a moment as she danced alongside the young man. She was teasing him, you could tell this was all about leading the man on until Wanda would just rejected him in a fit of giggles and flirty stares. The man seemed partially amused, and partially annoyed. You swallowed down your emotions, you and Wanda were nothing more than friends and you had been doing this very same thing since forever.

The right thing to do was to…do nothing. Wanda had never…

You clenched your eyes closed; your fist closed tightly at your sides. The surged of energy running through your body at the mere thought you could lose her, that Wanda might find someone that wasn’t you. That wasn’t as undecided or insecure as you were about the both of you.

“Y/N you better go over there before Wands splashes the man against the wall,” You heard a voice behind you, you turned sharply to see Pietro glancing knowingly at you. “He is getting touchy, and she is already flashing red…”

You furrowed your brows returning your eyes to the scene to see Pietro was right, the young man dancing with Wanda was trying to get to her. His hands were hard against her waist and arm, and Wanda was already giving him a dangerous smile while her eyes were gleaming red.

You were about to go when a hand around your bicep stopped you, you turned to see Pietro looking at you.

“You are my best friend in the whole universe, Y/N.” He started slowly, then he dropped his voice in a threatening tone. “But if you hurt her, I’m going to kill you.”

You laughed giving him a brief hug, “If I hurt her, I’ll kill myself.”

You took of sprinting towards Wanda and his touchy dancer, Pietro crossed his arms looking back at Natasha and Clint.

“You guys owe me 100 bucks.”

******

“Come on! I know a place…” The young man trailed off, his eyes flickering to you in confusion.

“I know a place too,” you said grabbing his hand and taking it away from Wanda’s hips. “It’s call hell, and I can give you a one-way ticket there, if you want.”

“What the hell?!” The man tried to jerk his arm away but your grip on his arm was hard, Wanda gasped putting her own hands on you.

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing?” Wanda slurred out; you furrowed your brows turning to her then to the man until you let him stagger back falling on his ass.

“Are you drunk?” You asked the anger you felt before was nothing compared to what you were feeling at the moment.

Wanda lifted her chin, crossing her arms while glancing at you defiantly.

“What if I am? You do it all the time!” Wanda huffed rolling her eyes, “you know what? Fuck it, I’m leaving. Go and fuck one of your many friends, I bet it won’t take you more than a minute to get one.”

You caught up with Wanda at the back exit of the building, the cold air of night hit you straight on the face and the sound of the music kept on buzzing in your ears.

“Wanda! Wait!” You ran to her and soon found yourself thrown against the closest wall.

You had always known Wanda was powerful, you knew there were times in which she held back for fear of losing control of her powers. But at the moment she was very much in control of everything, you could barely move your breath hitched as your eyes found those of Wanda.

“Wait for what? Uhm?” Wanda leaned closer to you, and the breath filled with alcohol hit you hard. “What should I wait for? That was a nice guy, you know? I have every right to go out and have fun and pick up someone and fuck them all night long!”

You clenched your jaw glaring at the woman in front of you, “no you don’t.”

Wanda furrowed her brows letting go of you, “what do you mean?”

The young witch found herself pressed against the wall, her hands around your head and neck while she wrapped a single leg around you. You drank in her moan, your mouth devouring hers your hands touching every single inch of skin you could reach in a darkened alley. In that single moment you understood, and you smile into the kiss without knowing the demons lurking inside Wanda’s mind.

“No!”

You were pushed back once more, this time around you were ready, and you stopped before you could hit anything. Wanda had her eyes closed, her back against the wall and tears rolling down her cheeks.

“I can’t…I can’t…Y/N I can’t do it again, because every time I do a little piece of me breaks and…”

Wanda let herself be hugged by you, she pressed her face to your chest and held onto you sobbing lightly. You held her tenderly, your hand drawing circles on her back.

“I’m sorry, I just…let me take you home.”

It was not the moment; it was not the time.

The ride home was done in silence, and when you two arrived at the compound Wanda left without looking back.

You sat in the car for a long time, the night had been so full of revelations and emotions. It had been a roller-coaster.

Are you in love with her?

You were.

You really were in love with Wanda Maximoff.

And now, all that was left for you was to make sure you wouldn’t lose her.

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The fifth time it happened…it was magical.

The task was simple, to make sure you convince Wanda whatever it was happening between the both of you was real. You were not there for the sex, and you certainly were not there for the rush; what you felt for Wanda was something you had felt for a long time ago but that you had pushed out of your mind for fear to mess up with your friendship with her.

You set to work on your plan as soon as morning arrived.

Wanda came to the kitchen to find a bouquet of flowers with her name on it, there it was warm breakfast and a pair of aspirins and a glass of water. She clenched her eyes closed, the pain of what had happened the night before was still fresh in her heart; but she couldn’t help but melt at the gesture. Your signature was obvious in these little details, it wasn’t the first time you did it and for details like this one Wanda had fallen in love with you.

Vision came into the kitchen with a huge package, he placed it right in the kitchen counter offering Wanda a smile.

“Wanda, I was instructed by Y/N to make sure you received this.” Vision pointed to the box, Wanda glanced at it with curiosity and some apprehension. “She said it was vital for you to use this today.”

“Use? What is it?” Wanda stood up moving to the box, Vision made a face of uncertainty.

“I’m afraid I didn’t ask, but Y/N was quite excited for you to receive it and see your reaction.”

Wanda let out a chuckled, her hands trembling as she undo the knot and open the box. The gasp that left her lips made Vision glanced at her with curiosity. This was the outfit she had dreamt of for a very long time, she had been saving to get the jacket and the boots which were beyond what she could afford at the moment. There was a dress, black with red flowers. Wanda never thought you would remember.

Something inside Wanda broke a little, why was so difficult to just get you out of her head? Why did you insist on doing something so nice only to stump on her heart later?

“Woah, look at that,” Pietro came right in glancing at the contents in the box, “isn’t that the jacket you were dying to buy the other day?”

Wanda pressed her lips together nodding, Pietro placed a hand on her shoulder Wanda looked up to see her brother smiling down at her.

“Good, then go and change because your drive will be here soon to take you to your destination.” He smiled, and his eyes gleamed knowingly at his sister.

“What do you mean?” Wanda was getting confused by the moment, Pietro leaned in so Wanda was the only one who could hear him, even though there was only Vision and them in the kitchen.

“Y/N has something special for you.” Pietro could see as Wanda stiffened under his hand, the young woman looked away shaking her head but before she could do or say something Pietro stopped her. “Little sister, it is about time for you to stop dancing around, Y/N it’s a little dense and you need to stop suffering in silence.”

“Pietro, I don’t think…”

“Then don’t.” Pietro said pushing her playfully. “Y/N really outdo herself this time around, so I really hope you get ready because the ride would be here in over an hour.”

*****

Your breath was taken away by the sight before you.

Wanda had put on the clothes you had given her, fixing her hair in a ponytail and light make up on her you were just charmed by her. You smiled nervously knowing that day would be the day everything between the both of you would change.

“So, I’m here, what is all of this?” Wanda sounded tired, but also curious. She couldn’t help but give you a quick glance over, her flustered expression hidden away by the light scowl on her face. “Y/N about last night…”

“You heart broke every time you and I spent the night together.” You said softly coming to her, your hands grabbing hers. “Why?”

Wanda clenched her jaw looking away from you, she tried to let go of your hands, but you didn’t let her. You sought her eyes in yours, and soon you found yourself captivate by those green eyes.

“Isn’t it enough for you to know that being like that with you breaks my heart?”

You weren’t mean to start the day like this, the conversation was reserved for the surprised you were preparing back at the compound. You offered a tender smile; you freed your hand to brush her cheek and Wanda closed her eyes as if every touch was torture to her. It probably was. You were such an idiot.

“Let me fix my mistakes, Wanda.” You whispered offering a tiny smile, “let me show you, your heart can be healed and that…I will never break it ever again.”

Wanda furrowed her brows, and her eyes glanced at you with a hint of hope in them. You leaned in placing a soft kiss on her lips, your hand intertwined with hers.

“Now, let’s go, I got us VIP passes to the rides in the park.”

Wanda found herself falling in love with you all over again.

The both of you spent the day in the amusement park, going from ride to ride and game to game laughing and talking about everything and anything. Whatever happened between you in the past, whatever had happened to make Wanda miserable was soon forgotten when you just looked at her. When you dedicated every single glance, and smile and words to her.

Your hand against hers, your body closed to hers… it was perfect.

Night had already fallen, Wanda was laughing at some absurdity you were telling her and her laughter made your heart shrank with emotions you were no longer afraid to feel.

“I think it’s getting late,” you said enjoying the disappointment that crossed those green eyes, “but the night is still young, Little Witch, and I still have a surprised for you.”

“You do?” Wanda asked leaning in, you nodded winking at her.

“Always.” You grabbed her hand and dragged her to the parking lot, there was a black bike there with two helmets, you wriggle your eyebrows at her passing one of them to her.

“You don’t think I’m going in that thing with you driving, do you?” Wanda was looking a little unsure about it, you pouted sitting on the bike.

“Don’t you trust me?” You directed the pout to her, your eyes begging to her and Wanda hated her weakness.

“I do.” She mumbled biting her lower lip, you grabbed her hand pulling her to you.

“Then trust me we will be home, and then…” You let the words hanging in the air, Wanda sighed putting the helmet on her.

“If I die, I will come back to hunt your ass.”

You laughed starting the bike, “It’s a deal, Little Witch.”

The compound was made into a great terrain surrounded by mountains, a great forest, and a plateau ready to be used as the headquarters of the Avengers. In the middle of all of this was a great lake, it was the natural border between the forest and the main building and when mornings were cold it was a sight to behold.

You knew Tony had made a small hut, with a harbour right at the other side of the lake. Far away from the lights of the city, or for the watching eyes of Friday.  It wasn’t much, but it was a small piece of heaven you could offer Wanda. A private space in which you would say everything you had been holding back.

The night was warm, and the light of the stars and the moon reflected in the calm waters of the lake. Wanda was trembling, her heart beating fast and her body tingling in anticipation; you came to her from behind, your arms sneaking around her waist putting her to you.

“Y/N…” Your name was like a prayer on her lips, you smiled wondering why you had wait so long to this. To have her in your arms like this.

“Please, Y/N don’t…” Wanda disentangled her arms from her, turning around you could see the tears in her eyes.

“Wanda…”

Wanda put a finger to your lips, she clenched her eyes closed before opening them again.

“If this is a game just…walk away right now. I promise you we are still friends, and I may need some time apart, but we will be friends.” Wanda said and her voice was trembling as much as her body. “I can’t …. I don’t’ think I will be able to continue if this is a game…”

“How long have you been in love with me?” You asked without any preamble, Wanda gasped her cheeks burning in embarrassment.

“I…” She snorted looking away from you, taking a step back. “I don’t think…”

“Answer me.” You insisted rather forcefully, Wanda clenched her jaw glaring at you.

“Ever since you…” Wanda took a deep breath. “Ever since you said hi to me.”

You shook your head, passing a hand through your hair. Wanda put her arms around herself, the day that had started fairly okay was turning out to be a nightmare.

“I’ve been in love with you since you smiled at me that first morning.” You revealed letting go of the tension on your body, you locked your stare with hers stepping closer. “I knew that I wanted to keep that smile on you forever.”

“What?” Wanda whispered in disbelief, you shrugged cutting the distance wrapping your arms around her again.

“I’m in love with you, Wanda. I’m sorry it took me this long to realise all I wanted was you.”

“Y/N please don’t I just…I was happy with knowing what It was like to be with you, but I can’t not if this is…”

You cut her off with your lips on hers, it was a tender kiss that poured all the emotions you were experiencing at the moment. Her hands went to you, and Wanda was soon submitting to the kiss clinging to every touch, every sigh. When air was needed and you two parted, you pressed your forehead to hers.

“Gods, Wanda you are the only one…only you.” You whispered opening your eyes to let her see the truth behind your words. “I know I messed up, I know I’ve been around and I…I’m just a fool. But…believe me when I tell you, it’s you and only you, now and forever, if you let me?”

Wanda would like to say she was stronger than this, that she could just step back and said no. No because you had hurt her, because she had run away from the possibility of this being a reality and you just…not wanting to be there.

But she couldn’t.

And thus, the both of you kissed under the stars, and Wanda would forever remember the way you took her clothes off, how tender was your touch as you mapped out every single corner of her body, How your mouth taste and marked her skin as she whimper and whispered your name into the night.

The fifth time was magical.

And it was the moment in which the both of you sealed your destiny.

It was meant to be.

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You lost the count after the time number 200th.

It was crazy how things change in such a short amount of time, and after that night at the harbour your life had never been the same.

Wanda became your life, and you hers.

It took some time, but the both of you built a relationship around the hardships of being superheroes. You grew together, and separately always pushing one another to be better. You went through tears, and sorrow, happiness and nostalgia. And soon the world changed as well, new heroes came by and you and her were free to retire.

You turned around on the bed, your arms wrapping around the form of your wife. Wanda smiled softly biting her lips as your lips closed around her pulse point, your fingers dancing around the skin under her pj’s moving down to her shorts and making sure to sneak inside the waistband.

“Morning, Little Witch.” Her nickname always sounded right in your voice, she arched her back throwing a leg back right above your hips. “mmm, baby, are you ready for me?”

“Morning, love,” Wanda whispered her eyes fluttering open to find the picture of your wedding looking back at her. “I’m always ready for you, baby.”

You chuckled turning her around and leaning in to kiss her hard, Wanda chuckled into the kiss and everything was going according to your plan when the door of the room banged open and you and Wanda jumped away from one another.

“MOM! Billy messed up with my posters again!!” The little flash of blue jumped in the bed crossing his arms and pouting.

“IT’S A LIE! MOMMA!” Then in came Billy, followed closed by Sparky all of them jumping in the bed.

You held back your laughter at the pout on your wife’s face. The twins were arguing on the bed, while Sparky was barking like crazy.

You wouldn’t change anything in the world for this, for your family. Everything you and Wanda had lived up until this point was worth whatever interruption you get in the morning, the quickies you two enjoyed in the shower or the late nights helping with forgotten homework. Or the early morning making sure the twins and Wanda were doing fine.

Wanda sat up lifting a single hand to stop the bickering, you sat back putting her to you while lifting a single eyebrow at the boys.

“Now, we’re going to start from the beginning without arguing, Billy what happened?”

Wanda snuggled against you, her smile almost impossible to wipe out as you heard the explanation of Billy. Tommy made faces, he disagreed with some portions of the story while wincing at other parts.  Then it was Tommy’s time to do the explanations, Wanda chuckled shaking her head while you just rolled your eyes.

“Okay, boys, since it is almost impossible for you two to share and be nice once in a while, we will make breakfast.”

“Mom!”

“Momma!”

The twins whined; Wanda chuckled ready to stand up when you pulled her back to the bed. She was surprised, and you loved the fact she still could blush whenever you were so close to her in such an unexpected way.

“And you, Mrs. Maximoff, are going to stay in bed while me and the boys tend to your every whim.” You kissed her slowly, the twins making gagging noises in the back.

Wanda chuckled putting a hand on your cheek, “Baby, last time you and the boys try to cook, you almost burn the house down.”

“It was Tony’s house, I’m not about to burn ours.” You gave her a peck on the lips before standing up.

“Tommy, Billy to the kitchen, we have to defend our honour and present your mother with the best breakfast ever, come on!”

Billy scrunched up his nose, Tommy pursed his lips coming closer to you.

“So, we’re going to do cereal and orange juice?” Billy asked, you shrugged making a face.

“I think that’s our best bet.” You replied wrapping your arms around them.

Wanda laid back down on the bed watching you and the twins going to the kitchen. The road to this moment had been hard, and it began unexpectedly. She never thought it would end up the way it did, Wanda sighed hugging your pillow to her. She wouldn’t want it any other way.

There was a loud crash and then a bark and laughter.

Wanda rolled her eyes, though she never lost her smile and she decided to go and help you and the boys out.

Her family.

Her happily ever after.

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[jell-o101]

You know, I can't help but get the feeling that maybe dumping your sad backstory on your new friend shouldn't be the top priority when both of you watched his brother fall off a bridge/road in an explosion where his death is imminent from either falling or drowning...

Maybe it's a good thing that Luigi wasn't told about Mario's fate in the actual movie in the Kong prison scene. Even though it would certainly have added angst, Lumalee's comments about death would come off as extremely insensitive. It's one thing when your imprisonment is so miserable that you'd wish they'd execute you already so you'd be put out of your misery, but it's quite another to openly envy the fact that your cellmate's brother has shuffled off his mortal coil.

Lumalee is aware. I'm getting there in the story lol

[variousqueerthings]

partner and I watched the david tennant around the world in 80 days:

somewhat uneven opening act, was quite a bit of emotional stuff with passeportout that wasn't introduced aaaall that well and never really gets paid off either, and could have been better with a few tweaks

however each episode then got progressively better than the last

and was really into its final thesis, which was shockingly not about romantic love, even though there was a whole big setup around it, really appreciated that (I mean, sort of about romantic love, but not romantic love as the way to fix your life/the idea that you can just sort out things by being in love -- more about letting romantic love go actually)

literally a qpp type triad between fogg, passepartout, and fix??? you're waiting for the narrative to do the inevitably split in which fix and passepartout have their romance and then there's fogg's story next to it, but that... just doesn't really happen? and fogg explicitly compares his former great romantic love to the relationship he's built with the two of them???

whole episode dedicated to honouring bass reeves, former slave turned us marshal, on whom the western genre is basically based, and I'd say it's my favourite of the episodes overall

whole episode dedicated to honouring jane digby, english former aristocrat who scandalised everyone by having a ton of lovers and eventually marrying sexy younger sheikh medjuel el mezrab in damascus

really enjoyed the fact that it was an international collaboration, and you could tell. lot of fantastic actors from all over the world, lot of joy and respect given to their presence and said world

struggled a tad with being quite as open about the truth of english colonialism as I would have wanted personally, but it does speak to it, and it is a continued thread -- could have done more, glad it did some

there's an infuriating thread of how passepartout gets treated as a black working class man, but it's intentional, if not quite as acknowledged to his face as I wished (but then there's a thing that happens at the end which speaks to a delicious reversal of roles so all is forgiven -- well passepartout forgives them way earlier on, but me on his behalf)

abigail fix is a very well-written character. she gets to be good at the things she's good at, while also containing both the ability to be angry at the limitations pushed onto her, and have her own biases as a white upperclass british woman

all in all, it's got stuff that's wobbly for sure, but a lot of things that are annoying are also intentionally so (the fact, for example, that both fogg and fix don't initially take in passepartout's perspective and move through life with that blessed british "I can do what I want" colonialist attitude)

once the puzzle is complete it's so very very satisfying to have watched

loved the final scene with all my aroace qpp-having heart

david tennant spends so much of it being just the most miserable drippy former public school boy, he's drooping, he's sad, he's hurt and...

so spoiler for one scene here but:

he gets his shirt stripped off him and flogged which was also Pretty Neat.

#actually my one real gripe - except for that first episode stuff which is kind of abrupt and never reaaally given the time it needs #is that hans zimmer did the music and so it's just not thaaat interesting most of the time -- sounds like a rehash of richie sherlock holme #type stuff which is so popular with that era but make it badass #david tennant #i like the intro graphic though!

[esterzach]

Part II of Random Thoughts

Also , spoilers, loads if those

That is why Siuan's behavior doesn't make any sense. Her body language is off, her moods are off, and she is jumping from seconds of being soft but even that looks... sort of forced, to be angry, resentful, and bitchy. That's Liandrin's mood style of changes. She aims to be nice and sweet but ends up revealing her character rather quickly. Even the expressions on her face are odd.

That shows with Rand even more. If Siuan is angry and feels betrayed by Moiraine, what reason does she have to be angry at Rand? Why does she act like this, as if she hates him? This is a young man she doesn't know. She only knows that this is The Dragon reborn. She wasn't even mean to Logain at the beginning, and he killed an Aes Sedai and a bunch of other people and walked on her nerves on purpose. The line about how it would have been easier if he was a girl, didn't sound like her. It sounded like something Liandrin would say. This desire to restrain him, to tame him, to sort of punish him, also doesn't sound like her. it does sound like someone else though.

Up until the end when she appears at the Waygate, Siuan acts as if someone else has stepped in her place. Even the tears. Siuan attacks Lan. Lan! Forget that she shields Rand. This is Lan. The man, who said "Give her my love" the last time. The man who trusts her enough to go to her for help over Moiraine's head. This is a violation of the third oath. This is evil crap here. Her life isn't threatened. She knows that. No one is attacking her. Lan wouldn't go against her. Still, she uses full force to throw him against the wall. She enforces Moiraine's oath, which is something quite disturbing. She doesn't speak to her, she just orders her. She doesn't ask why, she doesn't look hurt, just angry.

Now this scene is shot in a way that confuses me. The directing and editing look disjointed and just bad. At some moments they just stand there and nothing happens. Siuan just watches, her face though looks as if she is fighting something again. She looks miserable and tired. There is a shot where they show her profile, she looks beaten, but nothing suggests it took so much effort. When Lanfear appears she looks at her and as if she hesitates. It takes her a while to channel. And she never actually attacked her. We see the signature blades, but they don't go anywhere. We see Lanfear disarms her quickly, and we don't question Siuan, because we assume Lanfear is faster. But Siuan can be insanely fast and we saw it with Rand twice and with Lan too. She looks around and laughs.

What Lanfear did with Liandrin - she just neutralized her wave. Here she uses brutal force and knocks her out. Siuan doesn't say a word. We are left to assume what she thinks and feels there.

What does Liandrin say in Damodred's house - she looks at Moiraine's portrait and says she knew her back then. Liandrin has a thing for Moiraine. It was fairly obvious in S1E5, but whatever feelings she had were replaced by hatred. Almost completely. If she is actually using 

compulsion on Siuan, not that I know how this works, but if in fact that is her, she would use that to break both of them. An act of revenge. She wouldn't attack Lanfear, because Lanfear will know that's her and will end her in a flash. So she just stops and waits, as if for Lanfear to join. When she appears, Moiraine is surprised. Whyyyy Siuan isn't? She just looks at her.

I have no reasonable explanation about the "Moiraine, please" line. It seems out of place. What does she beg for here? But again the editing here is... not great. Aside from Moiraine's memories and the notion that her world is now completely broken, again... this seems badly presented. The idea is good. But the execution... well...

So I don't know what to think. If this was Siuan as intended to be Siuan... This will take a lot of convincing.

"I don't know what you think you'll gain from this?" "Hopefully what we lost", Lan says. Trust is what they lost. It is what he wants back.

Trust. Daes Daemar is about lying and manipulation, about the lack of trust, isolation and paranoia, insecurity and fear, and living in a world where there's no one whom one can trust. Decades of trust and closeness are being broken for no reason. Decades of trust have been restored. Another call back to S1. You have to trust someone, Moiraine. If it's not going to be me, then I thought, it must at least it could be her..."

In the immortal words of another extremely talkative and extremely good-looking man, who is also good with a sword:

"Fuck."

#moiraine damodred #wheel of time #lan mandragoran #siuan sanche #wot #spoilers #moiraine sedai #the wheel of time #I'm sorry about this #Obviously I have no life #Also just a bit obsessive

[688199]

I could go into depth as to why Hazbin Hotel’s pilot was significantly better than the actual series (minus voice acting and song quality) but will I?

Let’s speed run through just how the opening scene of both the pilot and episode 1 differs, and how the pilot is better.

So the pilot opens with Charlie singing solemnly, while we get a brief look into the aftermath of the extermination and how it affects different people (for example the Vees seemingly don’t care, different to the implication of Carmilla having the curtains closed during the extermination), specifically Charlie.

This entire scenes makes clear early on that this extermination thing really really upsets Charlie and makes her doubt herself and the world. It immediately grounds her character as one who has empathy and insecurity.

I would also like to add that I really like how the tower countdown thing resets to 365 so we are shown that the extermination is a yearly, devastating event.

On the other hand, the actual episode 1 opens with Charlie forcing exposition about her parents’ lore and then directly telling us everything that the pilot lets us infer.

> “I get pretty worked up after the extermination happens.” We’re only shown chaos in the background, rather than taken through that chaos. There’s no time to digest just how bad the extermination is and how it impacts hell.

Since viewers are new to the world and series, they don’t know how hell is like. The happy day in hell musical number later on makes it seem like that’s what hell is normally supposed to look despite it being the aftermath of an extermination.

This leads to Charlie’s motivations being weak. We know that the extermination is bad, sure, logically. But the opening scene fails to let us feel it the same way the pilot does.

If the extermination plays such a huge role in motivating Charlie’s actions, why is it only told to us super briefly?

Not only that, “pretty worked up” doesn’t even show through in Charlie’s action well. It’s just there to force Charlie to dump exposition. Compare this to pilot Charlie who cried while singing.

The issue with the Prime Hazbin Hotel is its pacing and the way it assumes you’ve watched the pilot and are a fan who already knows all about the series and characters. But it can’t do that. But it does, so execution wise it fails quite miserably.

Allat just for just the opening scene. I can go much further but I’m too lazy right now.

#hazbin hotel #other than the songs I’m not really enjoying the series #as an ex fan who loved the pilot and watched it religiously #im sorry its disappointing #and the only reason why people like it is because the series is just fanservice disguised as a proper cartoon #is this opinion controversial #what did they do to my goat alastor #or should I say deer ahaha my jokes are lame

[ashxketchum]

Pokeshipping- "You're so very tempting..."

Thank you for sending this request so I could write something for each of my ships! I was meaning to update one of my Pokeshipping fics since Idk July or something and somehow couldn't bring myself to do so. This prompt pushed me to write them and I'm able to end the year by updating that fic so that's a huge task of my check list!

This one is set a few months after this fic I wrote for them, but you don't have to necessarily read it since this works as a standalone too.

Thank you once again, for all the requests! Hope you have a great 2024!

Post divider by @/cafekitsune

Prompt: "You're so very tempting..."

Ash didn’t realise that he was shaking his leg until Pikachu jumped onto his knee and chirped irritably at him to stop. Returning his attention back to his surroundings, he shook his head and patted Pikachu’s head softly as an apology, before putting both his knees together and straightening up his back against the staircase on which he was seated. Pikachu, satisfied by accomplishing his task, trotted away as quickly as he had appeared making Ash focus on the party proceeding in full swing around him. It was a bit odd that he was sitting down patiently in a corner and not the main cause for the loud laughs or happy singing that reverberated across his living room, but to his disappointment, no one else seemed to notice this yet. A pout settled on his lips as he watched the scene in front of him and the thought that he could have been out there mingling with everyone else if it wasn’t for the utter defeat he’d faced today crossed his mind.

The defeat had nothing to do with Pokemon, by the way, but it was still a battle, the kind that Ash was not yet well accustomed to. It had only been two months since Misty and him announced to everyone that they were dating and the reaction of their friends and family wasn’t quite what he expected it to be. From his mother to Goh, not one person was surprised with the news and instead, they all treated it like a confirmation of something that they’d already figured out because the two hadn’t done a good job of hiding it. Misty found this funny but Ash was a little hurt because he took pride in how subtle he’d been with the moves he made on her. The only person who was truly in awe of his version of the story was Brock, and well, that was never a good sign when it came to romance. So Ash decided that tonight, at the year end party which would be attended by all their friends and family, he would steal Misty away from the crowd for a moment and show her just how good he was at hiding the details of their relationship from everyone else.

The flaw in his plan?

Misty wasn’t privy to it and was thus enjoying herself a little too much without him.

He didn’t have a problem with her having fun, honestly, she deserved it after all the things they dealt with in Paldea, but he’d spent half the night trying to catch her attention and failing at it miserably. Now, sitting by himself on the staircase that led to the upper floor of his house, Ash was beginning to doubt just how noticeable he was to Misty and if they hadn't run into each other at such an early age, would he still have managed to win her over? Perhaps his thoughts were an exaggeration of the situation at hand, but the interruptions he’d faced all night had broken down his spirit considerably.

The first person to disrupt his plan was his own mother. Granted that at the time his mother took that step, Ash hadn’t even formulated this plan, but he still couldn’t help to put a fraction of the blame on her.

From what Misty shared with them over the years, her sisters were barely ever around for the holiday season, having received invitations to perform at cruises and resorts across regions. Being the only one who actually cared about taking care of the Cerulean Gym, in the past few years, Misty often spent this time of the year alone with only the Pokemon at the Gym to keep her company. With Ash and Misty having announced their relationship, his mother thought it normal to invite Misty to spend both Christmas and New Year’s in Pallet Town, which gave even Ash a reason to take a break from his travels and stay at home for the holidays. Pokemon from the Cerulean Gym were transferred to Oak Laboratory for the week so Misty could check up on them easily and Ash’s Pokemon too could enjoy some new company. With all of this sorted, Ash thought he’d get to have some relaxing time alone with his girlfriend, but when Christmas morning arrived and the gifts were opened, his vacation was turned upside down.

He was sure that the Quaquaval themed necklace and bracelet set he’d gotten for Misty would be the highlight of her morning, but apparently his mother had other plans. She’d knitted family sweaters for all of them, with a Pikachu and Togepi pattern that seemed to be quite the hit with everyone. Ash didn’t have a problem with the sweater per se and he was touched that his mother had made one for not just Pikachu, but Misty’s Psyduck as well. This, however, led to the entire morning turning into a photo op where they all changed into these sweaters and posed for a million photos together. He couldn’t understand at first why Misty was so excited about the sweaters or for clicking so many photos but as the week passed, he started to see things more clearly.

His mom had made Misty feel like she belonged to a family for the first time, and of course, Ash was extremely happy to see her look so happy, but he wished his mother had picked any other time of the year to do so. After Christmas, all Misty did was help out his mom with whatever chore needed to be done, the two went shopping together or did something equally boring that Ash did not want to be a part of. One day, they even took the train to go all the way to Celadon City just to shop at the city’s department store. Each morning Ash would wake up with the determination that today he would take Misty out for a walk in the nearby woods or coax her into having a Pokemon battle, but by the time he was done eating breakfast, his mother and her were already getting prepped to start the day’s activity.

The day of the party rolled around in the blink of an eye leaving Ash with little choice but to end this wild Zangoose chase by whatever means necessary.

But then he came face to face with the second problem.

His mom knew that neither Ash nor Misty were capable enough to cook something for the party, so she put him in charge of setting up the house, moving all the furniture around to make space or hanging the decorations with the help of Mr. Mime. But Misty, who despite knowing she lacked the right skills for it, really wanted to help out in the kitchen and was made in charge of handling the drinks. Ash managed to finish his tasks quicker because he asked more of his Pokemon to help, so when he came across Misty in the kitchen wearing a lab coat and measuring different coloured liquids in glasses, his shoulders slumped. Just like everything else, Misty was treating this like a competition, hoping to come up with a drink that would be praised by everyone at the party.

Looking at the odd colours in her experimental glasses, Ash gulped and slowly edged out of the kitchen before she could ask him to try one of her concoctions. Using his free time to run to the nearest store, he bought extra soda as a backup. As much as he wanted to believe in Misty, given her past record, he thought it was best if there was something to fall back on and her attempts wouldn’t become the laughing stock of the party.

But Ash should’ve known, that in the past week, his instincts had been way off the mark and once again, Misty managed to turn the tide in her favour. Her Pokemon Type themed drinks were a hit at the party and everyone seemed to want more of it. Every time Ash saw an opening to grab Misty and drag her to his secret corner (his room), someone would interrupt by claiming that the Fire Type or whatever punch was out and she’d rush to the kitchen to make a fresh batch, leaving Ash disgruntled and in the dust. What grated his nerves more was that the drinks were actually very delicious and he himself was guilty of draining the Electric Type and Dragon Type flavour containers dry.

The only winning takeaway he’d gotten so far from tonight was that Misty had decided to wear the necklace and bracelet he’d gifted her and every time someone complimented her, her viridian eyes would find him across the room before she smiled and thanked the person for their compliment. This made Ash’s heart race, making him even more impatient to carry out his plan, but the night went on with no opening in sight.

The dejected aura that he was giving off in a corner hadn’t caught Misty’s eye yet, but Ash knew that he had someone in his life that he could rely on no matter the odds. When Pikachu returned to him for a second time, he was expecting to get electric shocked into enjoying the party for what it was worth, but instead, his best friend dropped something in his lap, finally diverting his attention from his sad train of thoughts.

“Pikachu, where did you…?” Ash picked up the small item from his lap as the signs of a real smile appeared on his face.

Pikachu just shrugged in response and pointed his tail towards the kitchen, using his tiny paws to act out that Misty was alone in there right now. Covering the item within his palm, Ash raised his other hand for a high five which Pikachu obliged to happily. Thanking his partner with a quick nod, he left his spot on the stairs and discreetly made his way to the kitchen, hoping that his friends would continue to ignore him as he made his escape.

Relief and excitement washed over him when he entered the kitchen to find Misty bustling about by herself. Taking this chance when she was still distracted, Ash quietly shut the kitchen door behind himself and tiptoed up to Misty so he could envelop his arms around her waist and finally take her by surprise for the first time that night.

“Wha-, oh Ash. It’s you.” Her voice went from bewildered to a happy sigh in a matter of seconds as she leaned into his back and allowed him to rest his chin on her shoulder.

“Glad of you to finally notice,” he said, unable to hold back the sulkiness from his tone.

“You’re such a kid sometimes.” She laughed, raising her hand to his cheek.

“Wow, haven’t heard that insult in a while,” Ash grumbled, tightening his hold around her waist to let her know that he wanted her to fix all her attention on him.

“Well, you’ve been somewhat of a gentleman lately, who would’ve thought huh?”

“Hey, I always had the potential, just needed the right person to bring it out.”

Misty was still for a moment and then suddenly she peeled his hands from around her waist and turned on her heels to face him. Folding her hands across her chest, she raised a suspicious eyebrow at him, “Okay, mister, out with it. What do you want?”

Ash’s jaw dropped open at how quickly she’d figured out that he was trying to butter her up, but given that he’d managed to motivate himself to keep trying, he shook off the setback and grinned sheepishly back at her, “Nothing. Why would you think that?”

“You’re being clingy yet sweet, obviously you need something from me,” Misty stated with a casual shrug.

“Or I’m just being romantic-” Ash moved his hands forward towards her waist again, “because you’re so very tempting in that dress.”

Misty caught both his hands by the arm and stilled them, smirking at him, “Ash, I’m wearing a sweater and a skirt, and you clearly have something going on in your tiny mind so please, out with it.”

Ash wiggled out of her grasp with a pout, running his eyes over her once again and cursing himself for not noticing that despite the sweater and the skirt being the same in colour, they were still separate pieces of fabric. But he still had one more trick up his sleeve, courtesy of Pikachu, clearly the only one in his life who still wanted to see him happy. Fishing into his pocket, he pulled out the item he’d received earlier, dangling it over their heads and returned Misty’s smirk with a smug one of his own.

“Look, Mist, we’re under a mistletoe, you know the rules.”

“Holy Mew, Ash!” She glanced upwards at the worn out Christmas decoration and then looked back at him with more suspicion in her eyes, “Have you been carrying that around the entire night just for this?”

“What? No!” Ash quickly stuttered out a response, feeling his neck turn warm from embarrassment, “Pikachu gave this to me a minute ago, I’m not that crazy.” He emphasised the last bit as normally as he could, but Misty still seemed wary of him. He lowered the mistletoe and shoved it back in his pocket with a sigh, realising that there was no point in trying to hide the truth from her since she could read him like an open book anyway, “Okay, I give up.” Ash raised both his arms as a surrendering gesture and he noticed that Misty’s face softened at this sight. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he rubbed the back of his head as he mumbled out the truth, “I just wanted to surprise you tonight, but it didn’t work in my favour.”

“Surprise me? I don’t understand.”

“I don’t know…” Ash shrugged, avoiding Misty’s piercing gaze by looking at his feet as he felt the warmth of embarrassment travel from his neck to his cheeks, “I guess I miss the thrill of sneaking around without anyone knowing.”

Misty considered his words for a while and oddly Ash welcomed the silence between them. He took that time to console himself for not being able to finish the one task he’d set out to do before the year ended tonight. Despite his failure, he still felt a bit giddy from how quickly Misty had managed to figure out his intentions, she knew him better than anyone else, maybe sometimes even himself. He allowed his gaze to fall on her again and smiled at the sight of her eyebrows knit together and lips twisted sideways as she analysed the situation in her head. Back when they were kids, a conversation like this would always have ended in an argument, but now the two were so much more accommodating of what the other wanted.

“I see. I can’t deny that phase was certainly exciting,” Misty met his gaze and smiled knowingly so Ash knew what her next words would be even before she spoke, “Does this also have something to do with nobody being excited when we made our relationship public?”

“Maybe…”

“Oh, Ash…” She laughed, taking a step forward to cup both his cheeks in her palms, her bright eyes were filled with such pure warmth that Ash found his entire body grow hot under her adoring gaze. She leaned forward and rested her forehead against his, with the tips of their noses brushing against each other, she spoke in a low, whimsical voice that made his heart race at a thundering speed.

“How do you make me fall for you every single time?”

“Wh- wh- what?”

“Listen,” Misty said, lifting her forehead and dropping her hands from his cheek, resting one on his chest and the other on his lips, ignoring his stuttering completely, “They’re about to start the countdown.”

Sure enough, Ash could hear the chattering voices of his friends more clearly since the music had been turned down. But he still didn’t understand what Misty was hinting at with that mischievous glint in her jewel like eyes. Catching onto his obliviousness, she shook her head exasperatedly and grabbed his hand, dragging him along with full force back to the living room where the party crowd had gathered in a circle to welcome the New Year with a chant. Misty squeezed her way right into the centre just as the countdown was about to reach its climax. She looped her arms around his neck and pressed her cheek to his so she could whisper in his ear over the loud noise.

“Let’s make everyone else’s New Year a little more memorable, shall we?”

Ash was still clueless about what she had in mind but the minute the crowd shouted one, Misty didn’t give him any more time to think and pressed her lips against his, not caring at all about the crowd that surrounded them. At first, he was stunned, but when Misty’s fingers slid into his hair, his body moved on instinct and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer into the kiss. He smiled against her lips when he heard the shouts of surprise surround them but it no longer mattered to him because he knew that he’d won everything the moment Misty had decided to give all her love to him.

Thank you for reading!

#pokeshipping #pokemon #pokeani #pokemon fanfiction #ash x misty #ash ketchum #misty #writealot #answered #this was written today in 3 hours and it's turned out to be the longest of the lot #long live my pokeshipping feels

[pragmatic-optimist]

Sonia, I'm roping you in with an ask even though you're not always here (miss u, love u) 💜 we know you are the romcom QUEEN - give us your top 5 favourite romcoms!

Hi friend, thanks for this totally not difficult-at-all question. Lol.

Okay, as you know, I can’t ever answer anything succinctly. I am going to take this opportunity to plug this nonfiction book I’m listening to on audio, titled “From Hollywood with Love: The Rise and Fall (and Rise Again) of the Romantic Comedy.” –highly recommend it to anyone who is a rom-com nerd like me.

The book asks the following question to determine what can be considered a romantic comedy:

“If you removed the love story from this movie, would you still have a movie? If the answer is no, it’s a romantic comedy.”

With this question in mind, here is my list (not in ranking order, I’m just listing them as they come to me.) Also, yes, this means I can’t list the 2000 gem that was Miss Congeniality. That is my #1 favorite Sandy movie. Not to worry, though, Sandy B. still makes the list.

Here we go:

Serendipity: The trope. NYC as a character. The cast—John Cusack, Kate Beckinsale, John Corbett, Molly Shannon, and the illustrious Eugene Levy who stole all of his scenes as the Bloomingdale’s employee making John Cusack’s life miserable lol. It’s just so good. It’s peak rom-com in the early 2000s. Those of you old enough to appreciate that era of rom-coms will know exactly what I’m talking about. It’s one of my all-time favs. 👏🏽

Two Weeks Notice: Sandy B. Listen, I had to work hard not to make every movie on this list a Sandra Bullock-starring film. I feel like choosing your favorite rom-com actress from the 90s/2000s is a little like choosing your boyband team from that same era. I am Team Sandy B. all the way. (No disrespect to Julia and Meg, and so many others who also made movies I loved.) I love Sandra in this movie opposite Hugh Grant, she’s so smart and so funny. The premise of this movie is actually one I still hold out hope for seeing written as firstprince fanfic someday. Sandra is an environmental lawyer who goes to work for a billionaire’s company in order to save a community center that is very dear to her. There are aspects of that plot that I think Alex and Henry would fit into, and aspects to tweak because I don't think Henry would be quite as arrogant or bumbling as Hugh's character. I could talk about this at length lol.

Definitely, Maybe: Again – the cast. Ryan Reynolds. Isla Fisher. Rachel Weisz. Abigail Breslin. The trope/premise?? So good. I love how it jumps through time and shows us how second chances present themselves in our lives. It’s just a really lovely film and probably my favorite Ryan as a rom-com leading man, though The Proposal is a close second.

Hitch: This movie had me in tears, both from laughter and emotions. Also, the scene where Will Smith is teaching Kevin James’ character how to dance. Iconic. "I'm making the pizza!" “Don’t need no pizza, they got food there!” 😂

My Big Fat Greek Wedding: Windex. Nia Vardalos and John Corbett, watching their characters meet and fall in love. Just so damn dreamy. 😍 I also really love how this movie portrays that when you choose a partner, you’re also choosing their family. 💖

Set It Up: I know this is six lol. But I had to add in a movie post-2010. I love this one so much. I know a movie has become part of my personality when I start adopting the dialogue into my everyday vernacular lol. “I overdicked” is said A LOT. 😂 Also GLEN POWELL. 😏

Thanks for the nice ask! 💕

#john corbett and sandra bullock not making a movie together is such a missed opportunity lol #love them both #hoping sandy b. returns to rom coms someday #i miss her #also nyc is the setting for almost all of these #and i think that rom coms are a big reason i love nyc so much #nice asks #sonia answers #rom coms #romantic comedies #90s movies #2000s movies #that thing you queue

[the-dog-watch]

Clarissa Oakes/The Truelove

This book begins with Jack still smarting from the events of the previous book, utterly peevish and miserable; he starts by enumerating all the ways he's been hard done by the crew, even Stephen. He resents being "manipulated" into bringing Padeen onto the crew, which...I can't quite call it inaccurate but it is a very funny way to describe your best friend narrowly escaping death, yet again, while fully dressed in clown makeup, yet again. I wouldn't call Stephen's brand of getting what he wants manipulation, it's more like an extremely unlucky type of laughing chance. "If the accident will," as Kurt Vonnegut said, and the accident surely did will Padeen on board the ship again.

It all boils down to sexual jealousy; everyone's been off sucking and fucking and Jack meanwhile was getting jerked around by Amanda Smith part deux. Nothing less than he deserves, of course, but it does explain a lot. There's an awkwardness between him and Stephen that persists especially in the beginning of this book. They tiptoe around each other in the aftermath of their argument, with each of them trying to be tactful but still managing to get on the other’s nerves. For a relationship that was quite literally founded on the promise of future violence, they're always so reluctant to cause each other the slightest pain. I suppose that’s the reason they so easily fall into this pattern of deferred conflict; even when they come to blows (figuratively, in this case) they can never actually make themselves pull the trigger or push the blade in when it comes to the fateful moment. Their affection is always too strong and the conflict is always put off as far in the future as possible.

I just can’t get over this scene where Stephen is examining Jack (due to his “peccant liver”) and it’s a good example both of how much they care for each other and also how they can’t stop annoying each other. From page 8:

"Stephen, surely you would not call me middle-aged, would you?"

"Navigators are notoriously short-lived, and for them middle-age comes sooner than for quiet abstemious country gentlemen. Jack, you have led as unhealthy a life as can well be imagined, perpetually exposed to the falling damps, often wet to the skin, called up at all hours of the night by that infernal bell. You have been wounded the Dear knows how many times, and you have been cruelly overworked. No wonder your hair is grey."

"My hair is not grey. It is a very becoming buttercup-yellow."

Jack wore his hair long, clubbed and tied with a broad black bow. Stephen plucked the bow loose and brought the far end of the plait round before his eyes.

"Well I'm damned," said Jack, looking right at it in the sunlight. "Well I'm damned; you are quite right. There are several grey hairs...scores of grey hairs. It is positively grizzled, like a badger-pie. I had never noticed."

Six bells.

"Will I tell you something more cheerful?" asked Stephen.

"Please do," said Jack, looking up from his queue with that singularly sweet smile Stephen had known from their earliest acquaintance.

I read that passage to a friend of mine after I made him watch the movie with me and he was like "what the FUCK." I like to expose other people, unversed in the Aubrey/Maturin series, and watch them utterly boggle at what we are witnessing, like exposing someone with no tolerance to a deadly poison. “Singularly sweet smile.” Good christ. You've never mentioned thinking that Jack has a sweet smile before, Stephen, I simply had to infer that you thought so from your every word and action for the past 10 years and 15 books.

Anyway. Jack's bad mood doesn’t survive an encounter with the stowaway title character, who I feel remiss in not mentioning till 700 odd words into this review. CLARISSA OAKES, a woman who is hard done by the world, both in-fiction and metatextually since the cowardly dogs who put out the US edition removed her name from the title. I’m starting to think misogyny is real and maybe is still with us to this day….

To be honest, I was really leery of Clarissa’s whole plotline when I read descriptions of it in other reviews of this book. She was sexually abused by her guardian as a child and later becomes a sex worker at a brothel in London, and in telling Stephen about one of her clients she puts him onto a break in his big case. The naval intelligence connection and the entire escapade on Moahu end up feeling incidental; the real attraction of this book for me is Clarissa, both watching the deterioration of all her shipboard relations and the real warmth and affection that springs up between her and Stephen. I think Stephen describes her at one point as combining worldliness with a certain naivete; she's both attractive and likable and yet for all that her viciousness and remoteness are what alienate her from others. She reminds me a lot of Stephen himself, to be honest. 

I knew it was coming but the scene where she reveals the abuse she suffered as a child is surprising because it feels so spontaneous and perfectly natural. O'Brian captures that fleeting feeling where you can suddenly find yourself telling someone you barely know things you've never spoken of to anyone else in your life. She's drawn to Stephen for one of the qualities I've always admired about him: his steadfast commitment to our National (International??) No Snitching Policy. They’re united in their hatred of impertinent questions! “You should be addicted to shutting the fuck up.” They embody this beautifully, and it leads to a very lovely friendship.

I mentioned last time that, for all the joy in The Nutmeg of Consolation, there was a real sense of dread or foreboding which is even more prominent here. I kept bracing myself for something awful to happen to Clarissa for the whole book. I think in a more traditional narrative something more character arc-y might have happened with her; maybe her promiscuousness would have had consequences and things would have come to a head.

I suppose you could call it another example of deferred conflict: nothing awful happens to her. She sails away in the end. Her marriage is mostly joyless, but she is certainly better off than she was before, and has the possibility of a future and maybe real happiness, and it’s almost certain that we haven't seen the last of her.

Deferral of conflict doesn't have to mean deferral of catharsis. It's like a Cinderella story, right down to the pivotal scene of getting Clarissa a new dress. She doesn't grow or change, really, but there is a real satisfaction in her defiant ability to just live and survive. The affection between her and Stephen is what sells it I think—the scene where he's running late for dinner (again) and she helps him dress is so charming—and the book ends with their bittersweet parting.

And that's that! Don't really have much to add about the little colonial adventure on Moahu here, other than to say that the ad copy, if the not the text of the books themselves, is always playing up the "head-hunting cannibals" aspect of the Pacific Islanders in a way that is exoticizing at the very least and downright racist at worst, and yet no Polynesian character we've ever met in these novel has been even close to as unpleasant as any of the white people we met in Boston when Jack and Stephen were POWs there in The Fortune of War. Give me the man soup any day before sending me back to Beantown again, I beg you!

NEXT TIME: Homeric seas. Literal islands forming from fiery volcanoes in front of our eyes. And an even scarier natural phenomenon than that: gradually drifting apart from a friend you used to be close with. 🙀 See you then!

PERSONAL RANKING

The Far Side of the World (10) > HMS Surprise (3) > Desolation Island (5) > The Reverse of the Medal (11) > The Nutmeg of Consolation (14) > The Ionian Mission (8) > The Fortune of War (6) > Clarissa Oakes/The Truelove (15) > Master & Commander (1) > The Surgeon’s Mate (7) > Treason's Harbour (9) > The Letter of Marque (12) > The Thirteen-Gun Salute (13) > Post Captain (2) > The Mauritius Command (4)

#recap post #aubreyad #jack aubrey #stephen maturin #clarissa oakes #the truelove