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moment of your life - jude bellingham.

quick sum: a girls night out. birthday. dinner. club. seeing jude unexpectedly after you over heard him say things that left you hurt and confused… but hey, maybe this could be the moment of your life…

WC: 6k

PSA 🗣️ inspired by song ‘moment of your life’ by brent faiyez ft. coco jones 🤭. the lyrics will be in italics and bolded! no warnings, just angsty at the start, jealous jude, but ends with a happy ending! insta au at end as well❣

You laughed loudly in disbelief as you saw your girlfriends walk through the door. You lazily got up from your bed into a seating position and smiled big when they appeared holding flowers, balloons, and a pink heart-shaped cake for your birthday. They sang Happy Birthday loudly, recording your reaction as they went and circled around your bed. You weren't expecting them, so your shocked reaction to them made them chuckle.

You brushed your hair back and put your glasses on top of your head, from the studying you were doing for your communications class. “Make a wish, darling!” your best friend said, sitting next to you while holding the cake. There were many things you wished for but being here with them just made you feel so grateful and loved after the last couple of weeks. You closed your eyes in delight and blew the candles.

Clapping your hands and thanking them, but that’s when you notice them being fully dressed up, short dresses or mini skirts, and or tight tops. “Uh-”

“We're going out to celebrate. So get up, take a shower, and we’ll do your hair and makeup. We bought you this midi dress, and you’ll wear it.”

There was no making remarks or opinions when your friend Ella spoke, she had a clear message and you had to hear it. But you just weren't up for going out, you’d rather just do something here with them since it was unexpected. Open that bottle of tequila and vodka, and drink your sorrows away till the next day. “Guys, I love you more than anything, but I really don’t want to… We can do something here-”

“No no no. We have reservations in two hours at this fancy restaurant downtown, so we can’t stay,” Ella spoke again, going over and grabbing your hand to pull you out of bed. She struggled since your feet were planted on the ground, only dragging and moving along when she tugged you towards the bathroom. “Shower. Go.” You huffed but did what she said, managing to quickly shave your legs and wash your hair.

You moisturized your body with some lotion and did skincare to let the products sit before they did your makeup. Ella knocked on the door and passed you the black dress, it looked short, and it was slightly shorter than what you were used to, but it hugged and shaped your curves well, your legs looked tan and toned, your boobs perky and sat nicely. You went and also picked out the black stiletto heels, knowing the would define your legs even more, stepping out with them in your hand.

Your friends gassed you up, complementing you, a warm blush spreading your cheeks. But, they still rushed you to sit down so they could get to work. You begged them for a natural look, not wanting anything that would sweat off if you guys decided to go clubbing, surprise surprise they listened. You did agree to some small dramatic lashes, which shaped your eyes with the brown eyeshadow.

While they did that Ella, quickly blow-dried your hair, and gave you a small blowout, nothing too crazy but what went with you. Your friends attempted to re-act the scene from Princess Diaries which made everyone wheeze as you headed downstairs. Your jaw dropped and smiled widely as you saw the small decorations in the kitchen, along with the pink cake from before.

“You guys! This is so cute!” you yelled out, going to hug each and everyone, seriously enjoying the princess treatment. “You deserve it all, darling! Hurry let's pre-game, and take some pics before we head out,” one of your friends said, all of them quickly agreeing.

The ride to the restaurant went fully smooth, now currently seated in one of the prettiest restaurants you've been to. “Ella, listen I love you, but I'm not wearing that damn tiara…” you shut her down for the millionth time, making her roll her eyes. She sounded like your mom with her protest saying it was just for pictures, but all you had in mind was to eat.

“Oh fuck…” you looked up from your menu and glanced around confused. But then you saw who exactly made your friend curse out loud. You hid behind the menu again, attempting to look discrete. But you felt the cold rush through your veins, the feeling of your stomach dropping at the sight of the familiar curls, and white smile. All you could do was nod when your friend asked if you were okay, and pretend like you were fine, but deep down, the last thing you wished for was to make sure he didn't see you at all.

He was through your eye range, and you didn't hesitate to move when your friend offered to switch spots, your back facing him as you walked to the seat. Call you dramatic but you didn't care, you deserved to be happy on your birthday and that was the plan. It was quickly forgotten by them when the drinks arrived, you tried to distract yourself but your mind went back to him.

Jude had been someone you were helping out to learn Spanish once he first moved to Madrid. Of course, who could deny his gentleman status, his attractive features in those times the two of you were together? Him acting cocky at times, the brush of hands when you passed him the papers, and the strong eye contact when you explained the attributes of the language. You felt a mass of butterflies around him, and it seemed like he did too when he confessed he felt the same way.

You shared your first kiss, the rain tapping slightly against the window, the scented candles lighting the room when the light went out, the way he would quickly stare at your lips then back up at your eyes, had you clenching your legs shut. And when your lips finally brushed against his, there was no turning back, the passion, the small grunts and moans from the both of you, the way he tugged on your hair making you go crazy. The tight grip on your waist as your tongues fought for dominance.

After that, the two of you got closer than ever. The regular routine of coming over to help him with his Spanish lessons quickly turned into dates in your apartment. Making dinner, teaching him, then cuddling while watching movies. He never pushed for more, respecting any boundaries, which made you feel assured it was real. It felt right. You felt safe and sound, forgetting how cruel the world was to you when you were with him. Only him. He became someone that anytime you saw, you knew you didn't have to worry about anything. It was just the two of you.

But that changed after a party, a party he insisted you go to since he claimed he wouldn't know how to communicate with anyone. After you stepped away to get a drink, you regretted coming. Those few minutes of agony turned to hours as you felt stupid and used, quickly leaving and didn't bother looking back.

That was a month ago, and now you're here, looking at the waiter confused when a blue drink was brought to your table, to you specifically. “Who is this from?” you couldn't help but ask, maybe wondering if it was from Jude… “It was sent from him,” you followed where he had pointed, and met with a tall, brunette, European dressed man. You raised the drink, as in a thank you, to which he smirked.

“Seems like you got his attention… You planning to say hi?” your friend teased, to which you gave her a playful glare. “Who knows,” you shrugged, taking a sip of your wine instead of the blue drink, “Maybe it could be the moment of my life.”

The food was amazing, and your tastebuds fell in love with the flavor of the dish you chose. You all laughed and reminisced on the good times together, especially those when you were dorming with each other, and that trip to Germany where you had lost your bags. “No guys I can’t. It feels like I’ve done an ab workout after all this laughing,” you said, grabbing your stomach. “No, but like I said, I don’t remember that night at all-”

You covered your face when you heard them starting to sing Happy Birthday, hating the attention from the whole restaurant on you. It was slightly embarrassing, and they did this knowing it would be a good laugh, which you didn't mind since you had done it to one of them before. All you could do was shift around in your seat, looking around the table before blowing the candles out again the second time.

“I had the goal! I had it!-” Jude was quickly cut off by the cheering, glancing over to the table in the corner, his breath hitched, seeing the familiar smile as they turned their head to what their friend was saying, watching as you threw your head back laughing contently. It looked like you were happy, over the moon. You were all he frequently thought of these days, he needed and wanted to know what you were doing, how you were, wishing to ask what the hell went wrong between the two of you. He was going crazy not knowing, especially since all you did was leave him on read. No matter where he was, his only thought was you.

“Y/n is here,” was all that Jude said, shifting to look straight at you, but it was quite difficult. “Jude, you’re speaking nonsense, c’mon back to what you were saying,” his teammate said, one he grew super close with once he arrived. Jude clenched his jaw, fist knocking and tapping on the table as he turned back to you, but now watching as a man was whispering into your ear, you were smiling and nodding.

He felt the burn rising in his chest, not liking the way you looked content next to a man that wasn't him, whispering back into his ear and watching as he went back to his table. Jude’s shoulders tensed under his shirt, a vein popping from his forehead. His tongue pointed on the inside of his cheek. What was so fucking funny that had you laughing like that? That man shouldn’t haven't even been there, it should’ve been him there.

Jude knew it was your birthday today, and he wondered if you had received the roses he sent along with a letter. He was tempted to go over there and try to make amends but it wasn’t the time or place for that. So for the rest of his dinner, he just stared at you, gawking at how you looked. The dress causing dirty images in his head, urging him to go over and run his hand down your spine to your ass, make you yours as he desired.

“I need a drink,” he sighed, rubbing his fingers over the lines on his forehead. Hi teammate laughing at his distressed look, teasing him for thinking about it too much and letting it get to his head. “If you're that bothered, why don’t you go over and talk to her? Maybe she’s willing to explain?” he said, but Jude shook his head. “I don’t think she wants to see me. She's made it clear by not texting me back or answering my calls. She won't even approve for our next Spanish lesson!”

While you hadn’t, Jude had known of you prior to meeting you. Hearing how you were a special friend to those around him. You had a bright smile, warm eyes, and a caring personality, yet were so shy and innocent, and always willing to help him no matter what. You were too good for him, but he was whipped, wanting to know anything and everything about you. Jude brought himself to ask you to be his Spanish teacher in a way, after approving his transfer in early March, when those moving rumors began to surface in the media.

When he finally asked you, it looked like you were taken at back, he quickly fell mesmerized with you, the way your eyes glimmered, your rosy cheeks, the way you couldn't hold proper hold eye contact with him, being intimidated by his gaze. What he absolutely adored was the way you fit in his embrace, you were smaller than him, and he was scared those times when you hugged he would hold you tight but that wasn't the case. He would never miss a session, bringing something to you every time from it being your favorite snacks to even your favorite roses.

When you’d meet in public, it was a private cafe or somewhere secluded so he wouldn't get recognized. But even then, it was always so hard to focus on teaching a language, when all you did was talk about each other's lives. Having grown up as a quiet person, living most of your life privately, meeting Jude probably was the best thing that ever happened to you. You were used to everyone leaving you or being treated like nothing but him? You were his absolute world.

It took time to get out of that shell you created. You were scared of being used or one of the so-called flings. you never let him in, slowly but surely you began to dig deeper into his heart. You fell, but he fell harder for you. He made you feel comfortable in your setting, never pushed you for me, he was respectful and brutally honest, which you admired.

“Are we ready to go?” you asked after paying. They argued over who would pay what but in the end it was decided to split the check between everyone. You slid from the table, walking where he wouldn't see you if he was paying attention. You made sure your dress wasn't high, and fixed your jewelry, walking slowly out the door but you were suddenly stopped by that man again.

“Leaving so soon?”

“Yes. Thank you for the drink once again, but like I said I'm not interested in anything right now if that makes sense. I'm just focusing on myself and getting started with my career,“ you apologize feeling like owed him an explanation, but you didn’t. He just gave off bad vibes, and you didn't like his aura and cocky self. “Not even your number? If time is what you need I’ll be more than welcome to wait.”

He was persistent and you almost gave in. Why did you feel bad rejecting him? You had told yourself if someone new wanted to enter your life, you would allow them. You were going to be open to moving on after Jude. But why was it so hard to do just that? For god’s sake, you couldn't even give him your number, without thinking back to Jude. Thinking of how he would feel, or what he would say to you.

You gave him an apologetic smile, before nodding your head, “What about my insta?” to which he quickly agreed.

If Jude was jealous before, he was over the roof now. He scoffed seeing you exchange whatever you were doing, his nails deep into the palm of his hands ignoring the sting in his heart. Were you moving on? Even if there was no label put on the two of you, it looked like you were, and that truly scared him. Jude’s questions were still unanswered to him, and now he was losing it, darting over to where you were. “Jude just give it up. Give her-” he heard them say but he was just focused on you.

“No. You can’t, I won't let you. She’s doing just fine without you,” one of your friends said as she saw the tall man beginning to approach you. “I don't care! I am miserable and I won’t put up without a fight. If she doesn't want to talk I'll hear it from her,” he said, which is true, he could have his temper and you knew that. He wasn’t going to give up so soon. Giving up on you was out of the picture…“I'll see you around,” the stranger said smirking, making Jude internally gag.

“You won’t.”

You look up and see him standing there, just like you had seen him before with an all-black outfit. He looked hurt, a small frown placed on his lips, and his brows plugged in together confounded. Jude turned his gaze to Alex, now a scowling look to the stranger from tonight, once he heard him remark back, “And who's to stop me from that? You?”

Jude licked his lips, and scratched his temple, nodding before saying something, “Yes me. Is that a problem?” he raised his brow, approaching Alex closer with small steps. “Well, it seems like your girl, Y/n right?,” Alex pointed to you with his head, “Is currently not taken, so I'm free to do whatever I’d like. And if she was, well then, seems like it didn’t stop her from giving me her socials?”

Alex was starting to get into Jude’s head, he saw the rage in his eyes causing him to smirk, and tap Jude’s chest, “Well seems like you have your answer…”

Jude placed a smug look into his face, now tapping Alex’s chest, “Like I said. She’s not interested, because quite frankly all you got was her socials. If she was interested like you seemed convinced to be, she would give in, guess your charming self isn’t fitting her cup of tea. You're only into her for one reason, and she’s not looking for that ” Jude cocked his head to the side in a ‘we both know what we're talking about’ way.

When you saw Alex approach Jude closer that's when you decided to get between them, your hand connecting with his chest, pushing Jude back. You saw Jude’s matches, and you knew what he was thinking, he lost his control easily and you didn't want to cause a scene here, especially for Jude’s sake as he was the talk of the media. An article being posted the next morning saying he was fighting, wasn’t going to look good for him.

“Stop. Let it go,” you whispered to only where he could hear, Jude glanced down at you, grabbing your hips as you walked him outside, your friends following behind. “I'm sorry for all that, have a good rest of your night, “ you said to Alex, watching him roll his eyes, but you couldn't care less. Jude had a point, and you weren’t looking for a quick fuck.

When you walked back out, Jude was pacing back and forth, talking to his teammates as they tried to calm him down. Ella walked towards you, trying to get you to go with them, but she understood if you wanted to talk to him. “We’ll be in the car waiting, if you need us don’t hesitate to scream,” she said to which you nodded. It looked like Jude’s friends did the same, walking over to a fancy car, with more than enough room for all of them.

Your heels clicked against the concrete floor, catching Jude’s attention. “Wha- What was that? Care to explain?” he said furiously, his hand pointing to the direction of the restaurant. “Can you keep your voice down? I don’t think you’d want articles resurfacing-”

“Y/n! I could care less about that. Let them post it, I don’t care. I want to know what happened between us. We don't talk for weeks, and suddenly it seems like you're a new person. Did you forget about us? What we did? What we shared? How you specifically told me that you were falling for me? What the fuck changed?” Jude let out hurt. He was hurting and you saw that.

“Well to me, I saw and heard what I needed to hear from you Jude. You played me, led me on, made me believe there could ever be something between us. But oh boy was I wrong! I was so wrong about you after you proved to me you weren't the person I had met. The Jude I met is not the one standing in front of me, not the one who promised me they felt the same way but instead lied. Do you not know what that feels like? I feel stupid, used!” you yelled. The frustration being built inside you, wanting to be let out of the cage after being built.

“Led you on? What the hell are you talking about?” he scoffed, shaking his head confused, “I made my intentions very clear to you, how I felt about you. I did anything to make you happy! I wanted to see you happy, happy next to me. I was willing to do anything, I was patient with you. There was a reason why I asked you to teach me Spanish, I wanted to get to know you. If anything I feel like you led me on,” he pointed out, motioning with his hands.

“Excuse me? How can you say that? I wasn't the one who said ‘Yeah she means nothing to me really. Doesn’t mean shit what we are, just in it for the fun. She’s nice to be around, but being in it for the long run, you know me, how I am. This being in relationships isn't what I want right now’ when your friends asked you about me” you mocked, then slightly gasping when you realized what you’d said. Jude furrowed his brows, a shocked or surprised look on his face, not knowing what to say.

“What?”

“You heard me. I heard you that night at the party… I went out to look for you to ask if you wanted to head home, or go out to the city, just something between us. But once I heard that it was clear I had read your intentions wrong. I wasted no time and left. Could you imagine the way they would make fun of me? For being delusional and not knowing about how you felt?”

Jude’s face softened, knowing he was caught in the act, and that what he said was true. The familiar of his chest tightening was back, not bearing the fact you were crying in front of him, all because of him. But he had to let you know that what he said wasn’t true, the only he said what he said was because those ‘friends’ he was with, only use him for social imaging. He wanted to protect you, protect you from the cruel world that existed. “Y/n-”

“No. I really don’t want to hear it… I just want to enjoy the rest of my night, my birthday with my friends. Have fun Jude…” you sniffled, wiping your tears away to look more presentable. Jude gripped your wrist when he saw you walking back, “No please, we need to talk about this! I can’t just stand here knowing we can prevent the confusion and mistake further. Please, let’s just talk.”

“Like I said. I want to enjoy my night and make it the moment of my life for once. If you want to fix things like you claim, you always know when to find me…”

It's true. He always did know where to find you. Which is why he was now staring at you from the corner of the club, dancing away with your girlfriends. Take shots then and there, laugh and talk with them, and take photos with your friends. Part of him felt happy, that you were able to distract yourself after crying and being upset. But he just desperately wanted to take you home and hold you, to let you listen to what he had to say.

His friends would include him, often earning a laugh or joke from Jude, he wasn’t also going to be upset either. He had you back and wasn't going to let you leave again, he was going to try because you didn't read his intentions wrong, just didn’t know the full story. He saw you turn down guys that came up to you, which made him feel proud, and secure, often smirking because you were his girl, his only.

Most of his friends who came with him left, and then it was just him, standing by the bar, intensely staring at your toned legs, those heels that you wore were driving him insane. Watching as your hips moved to the rhythm of the song, your hands tracing from your thighs, up to your hips and then side, over and over again. It was almost like you were teasing him, which you were unbeknownst to him. You wanted to show him what he was willing to lose. That at the end of the day, you were going to move on and forget about him.

It was 2 a.m. when your friends decided to leave, and they knew you wouldn't accompany them along, since Jude was still there. They couldn't blame you, they also wanted to make sure you got the closure you needed to move on, so they would support you no matter what. If there's anything you love, is that they would never bring you down or judge you.

“Still here?”

Jude got startled, looking down at you, a shy smile on your face, warming his heart. There was something about you being shy and innocent that pulled him in more into you. Wanting to be the only one who would see this side of you, playful and loving. “Yeah… waiting for the most beautiful in the world to leave, but looks like she's standing right in front of me now,” he said, taking a sip from his drink.

“I won’t push you to talk if you're not ready, you know I'm not like that. If you need more time I completely understand you,” Jude stated, he was serious about this, the last thing he wanted was to push you away further. What more could you lose, if talking with Jude meant him being back in your life, you were willing to try.

“Let’s go home. I'm ready.”

Jude would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. You looked better, sexier than ever. That perfume you wore, he loved, especially how you still wore the gold charm bracelet he gave you. He loved this confident side of you, always used to the quietness and reserved part of you, so attempting to calm his nerves was hard. Trying to get his heart rate to calm down was also getting harder by the second as you led him inside your apartment.

It was still the same, just with some birthday decor and balloons. The same desk in the back where you two had practiced and gave him Spanish lessons was still there. The plants he gifted you, were hung up and longer, as they dangeled. The teddy he had won for you when the two of you passed by a fair a certain night was on the couch, resting peacefully. The roses he’d given you for today were in a red glass vase, on the small table by a huge mirror you had, making him smile. He missed the feeling of home with you.

“Sorry if it's a mess, I was studying when they came, and I didn't think I'd see you tonight,” you blushed embarrassed, apologizing but Jude didn't care. He instead just walked over and stared at the roses, “I was starting to think you didn't receive them, or that you threw them away…” he admitted, touching the petals.

“No, I can’t. They're beautiful, plus it was the first thing I woke up to this morning, along with your lovely letter. Thank you by the way,” you said quietly, being respectful about the gift, interlocking your hands together as you walked over to him, breathing in the familiar cologne. “You’re welcome. I'm glad you like them.”

You watched as his long fingers played with the ribbon on the vase, his veiny hands flexing, but you could feel his intense gaze on you, slowly looking up, getting lost in his brown eyes, the wrinkles in the outer corners. It went quiet, just the heavy breathing that appeared from both of you, the tension becoming hot and tense, swallowing your dry throat as you cleared your throat, and let out a small whisper of his name, “Jude…”

“I couldn't bear the fact, that the last time I would've seen you was that night at the party… I would've said yes to you, you know? I desperately wanted to get out of there once I joined them outside… they were people I thought I could've associated myself with but I was wrong… being new to Spain, I just wanted to build new friendships, but I regret it with them since all they wanted was the few seconds of fame… I don't know who’s real and who’s fake anymore. You were real though… what we had it's still all real to me…” he spoke up, grabbing your smaller hand into his.

“While you went inside to grab the drinks, they began to talk about you, and I wasn’t going to let them do that, because you felt safe and protected around me, you trusted me and I didn’t want to break that bond. I only said what I said because I wanted them to leave me alone, I wanted you to myself, have this privacy and intimate moments like now between the two of us. I wanted to be selfish and keep you to me,” Jude urged, tracing your knuckles with his thumbs.

You wanted to dig yourself into a hole, never come out, unless there was a sale 100% off in Sephora. This was all interpreted wrong, you had failed to communicate with him about it, causing you to be distant and sad about it. You felt slightly at fault but it wasn't the case. It still hurt to hear because at the moment it felt like you wouldn't be enough for him.

“What I said was wrong, and I don’t want it to come off that I become a different person when I'm around other people, because I'm not. I just wanted to protect you, and what we had. You've seen it in the past and I can prove that to you. You know me better than anyone else, only seen this side of me because you allowed me to do that. I'm a way better person around you, and only you. So please forgive me…” his voice becoming softer, pleading at you.

Your pulse was fast, it's what being around him did to you. But him standing here, fixing things between the two of you, shutting those insecurities and unanswered questions away, and proving to you that whatever went on between you wasn't just for fun or to make you feel used. Jude was in it for the long run, only if it was you aside him, not anyone else…

“I feel dumb… I feel like I might've overreacted and this would’ve been avoided if I had just spoken to you… but it hurt because for a second you weren’t Jude, my Jude…” you said, making Jude’s heart race at the words ‘my Jude’. “I thought I wasn't enough for you… that any minute we had spent together was just for you to have a laugh, but it's clear it wasn’t… So of course I forgive you Jude… only if you forgive me for shutting you out like I did…”

“You know my answer to that… You know I'll forgive you, but it was never my intention to make you feel like that okay baby? Remember that. You’re more than what I deserve, and every moment we spent I have it here. And I got every other thing that I need and want but you,” he took your hand and placed it over his heart, “I love you Y/n…” Jude confessed, swallowing his nervousness away.

You started at him with wide eyes, searching for any signs that would say to back away but there was none because you felt it too. The love, the lust, the feeling of it, all of it, you felt. Your mom had said you’ll feel with the correct person, the feeling of being stable, knowing that the person you love would prove it to you every day for the rest of your life. That when you love, there’s absolute trust always. That love isn’t a fairytale, that it exists when you met your soulmate connection. Jude was your forever soulmate.

“I love you Jude…” you said abruptly, your hand reaching over and tracing his cheek with the pad of your thumb. Now it was his turn to search for any signs, but he didn’t, because the soulmate connection was mutual. You loved him, the way he loved you. He reached over and slowly leaned down to your lips, not pushing the limit not knowing if you’d want it, but when you pulled his neck to yours, connecting your lips together, every cell in his body ignited. He was back where he desired. Back in your embrace where he felt secure, forgetting about anything when with you.

His hands traveled to your waist and pulled you closer to him, stumbling a little but he made it work. His lips against yours caused an ache, a sensation of heaven in you. All you saw was a future with him. Jude’s tongue prominently teased your bottom lip, wanting to take it into his mouth, so he was quick to do so when you allowed him to. Savoring your sweet taste forever, a tainted memory to cherish.

Your hands were tucked on his chest, often raking down to his abdomen. Jude pulled away, holding your face while tucking your hair back, “I've been wantin' you, so what you wanna do tonight? Make this the moment of your life,” Jude said, being down for anything. You kissed the tip of his nose, biting your lip, “I don't wanna hidе… Always been a good girl, but I have a bad side. Can I show you, baby? I'ma guarantee you won't forget…”

Jude was going crazy, his cock hardening under his boxers, the urge to take you right then and there. The innocence was gone from you, no more shy girl, and he wanted to know the bad side you proclaimed to have… to kiss every inch of your skin, the birthmark under your ear, the small painted moles of your chest and neck. To have you cumming underneath him, over and over, to show you who you belong to, to show you the love. He heard the small whimper you let out “Just like that,” as he continued to discover more of you.

“I don't want a taste, I want the whole damn thing,” he said as he walked you over to your bedroom, “How I feel with you, it feels right, so what you on for the night, baby?”

As he slowly removed your dress, he fell in love again right then and there, you looked pure, perfect, untamed, and for him only, kissing your collarbones all the way up to your mouth where he gave you a messy and passionate kiss. Feeling the warm skin against his palms, he wanted to capture the moment forever, trace every curve and imperfection on you. “So pretty and sexy for me baby, want it all, anything you're willing to give me as long as you say it.”

“If you don't mind, you should try to stay the night. Because I'm willing to let you do anything you want, I'll let you make this the moment of your life…” you say, removing his shirt and tracing over his pecks, kissing his soft skin, watching as goosebumps appear, hearing him let out a grunt before diving back to kissing your lips.

“Anything the birthday girl wants… she’ll get…”

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imtryingbuck · 7 months

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I'm sorry

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

I’m sorry.

Summary: Readers the daughter of Tony Stark.

Word count: 1091

Warning: Angst, I’m sorry. Tony’s not a good dad – again im sorry. Death.

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Being the product of a one night stand was something I was always embarrassed about. It was one night, one night he spent with a woman he barely knew or remembered the name of and nine months later I was born. When I was 6 my mum married a man who after a year gave her the ultimatum, me or him. She chose him so I had to go and live with a man I met a couple of times. I loved it at first but slowly became numb to living with him. Being the daughter of Tony Starks greatest mistake was bittersweet.

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“For God sake Y/N stop asking! You know I won’t be able to. I’m busy”

“I-Im sor-“

“Get out!”

“Tony don’t shout please I’ve got a headache”

“Sorry Pep”

I ran back to my room with tears rolling down my cheeks. All I wanted was him to come to my school to watch the play I was in.

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“Dad can-“

“Not now pumpkin I’m busy with Pepper”

“Bu-“

“No Y/N this is important. Go and bother Nat or Wanda”

Dejected I went back to my room to blow out the candles neatly placed on my own birthday cake I had made.

~~~

“H-hi dad I was wondering if you could come to my class to tal-?”

“I can’t pumpkin I’m going to be busy”

“O-oh okay”

~~~

“Dad can you come to my lacrosse game next week? I’ll be starting”

“Of course pumpkin, wouldn’t miss it”

“R-r-really?”

“Umhuh”

The night of the game I was ecstatic, at the start of the game he hadn’t arrived but put it down to him finding somewhere to park. I’d won the final goal, I wasn’t even bothered by my teams’ reactions, I just wanted to see my dad’s. Turns out he was busy having dinner with the team.

I gave up trying to get my dads attention after that.

~~~

Pacing the hallway of his office I gathered all the courage I could muster to raise my hand and knock on the door.

“Come in”

“Hi dad I was just wondering if me and you could go to this new restaurant in town, and well you see I need to talk to you about something important” I rushed out before he could interrupt which is something he loves to do with me.

“Slow down pumpkin, when?” He chuckles.

“Tonight, if possible?”

“Of course darling”

“O-oh okay meet you outside common room at 6?”

“I’ll be there”

For the rest of the day I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. I cleaned my room, showed and got dressed. I made my way to the common room where I came to a halt.

“Going out with the family to have a lovely dinner at the new restaurant in town” Tony’s face was bright as he looked at Pepper, Peter and Morgan.

I was standing there watching them go into the elevator, frozen. I could feel eyes on me and that’s when I looked to see the Avengers looking at me with pity in their eyes. Before anyone could say anything, I turned on my heels and walked back to my room. I’m ashamed to admit I cried.

Months had gone by with little to no interaction with my father, the times we did talk it was awkward and uncomfortable for the both of us.

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“-I’m really sorry Miss Stark-“ the doctors lips continued to move but it felt like I was under water and his words were muffled, I simply nodded along. Scrambling out of the chair I made a beeline towards the entrance of the hospital desperately needing fresh air. I tried ringing my dad but to no surprise he didn’t answer.

Numbly walking back to the tower, the realisation of how alone I truly was hit hard. And with the truth swarming around my head, I just couldn’t hold the tears at bay anymore. Maybe an hour had past when I finally wiped my tears and continued the walk back home.

There were screams of joy and excitement when I arrived, ‘happy birthday’ banners and balloons surrounded every corner of the place. Since I hasn’t even been invited to Morgan’s birthday party I headed straight to my room as soon as I hit the bed I was out like a light.

The following week past in a blur but for everyone around me they didn’t see anything different about me. Surprisingly it was Tony that realised something wasn’t quite right.

“What’s going on with you Y/N? You’ve been walking around this place like a zombie”

“Why do you care?”

“What do you mean? I’m your dad”

I couldn’t help the roll my eyes did. “Sure”

“Don’t talk to me like tha-“

“I’m dying dad, got a few weeks left in me so just please continue to leave me alone.” The whole room had fallen silence at my confession. I couldn’t stand looking at my dad opening and closing his mouth like a goddam fish, so I turned around and walked straight out.

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“Tony, Tony we found her! Hurry up” Steve was panting whilst trying to get Tony off the floor.

The jet hovered just inches off the moss-covered ground when Tony opened the door and leapt out. He ran straight to the cabin that once belonged to his father. Knocking the door down he searched the small home for his daughter, when he came to the closed bedroom door his heart hammering in his chest, his hands trembled with every breath. The team stood behind slightly to the right of him all wearing the same expression. Nervous with a slight look of hope.

The creak of the hinges revealed his oldest daughter laying in the bed. Tony was never a religious man but in that moment, he was begging to God that his baby girl was just asleep as he took tiny steps towards the bed.

The team waited with bated breath for Tony and you to emerge from the room. That was until they heard the heartbreaking cries and pleading from a broken man. They bowed their heads and wept.

It had been hours since Tony had found you, he held you close to his chest crying and begging you to wake up. “I’m so sorry I f-failed you my pump-pkin, please come back! I’m sorry. Please. I love you. I’m sorry I let you down time and time again my pumpkin”

Tony’s life was never the same after the loss of his greatest accomplishment.

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msbigredmachine · 24 days

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New To This - Chapter 1

Jaded by her fiancé’s disinterest in her ambitions to become a professional wrestler, Delilah Parrish’s life takes an interesting turn when one of WWE’s top names offers her the support she’s not getting at home.

Pairing: Jey Uso/OC

Warnings: As we go along...

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: This was initially a Roman fic but I realized I have too many upcoming stories featuring him, so I switched it up and passed it off to Jey. Hope you enjoy!

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“Come on, Parrish, move your ass! Get on her!”

The damp, unruly strands of baby hair in Delilah Parrish’s eyes temporarily obscured her vision and made it difficult to take on her trainer’s instruction. Brushing them away impatiently, her mind flitted to the next line of offense, but her opponent had tackled her to the canvas before her thoughts could fully register. The hard surface made unfriendly contact with her body, but the rushing adrenaline helped fight off the pain, and she battled with her opponent trying to twist her body into a sleeper hold. Delilah tried to concentrate on countering the hold, but between the hundreds of thoughts scrambling around her head and the yelling coming from outside the regulation wrestling ring, it was a near impossible feat.

“For fuck’s sake, Parrish, what are you doin’?” Pounding his palm hard on the mat, her trainer, Makena 'Tank' Kalua, shouted again. “Quit pullin’ her arm like that! You’re gonna break it!”

The other woman, an older, more experienced student named Janie from England, easily slipped out of the armbar Delilah was attempting on her and sat up, seizing both of Delilah’s legs and twisting them in a figure-four leg lock. Usually it was Delilah’s job to sell this move, try to roll over to ease the pressure, or even grab the bottom rope for relief, just like she’d learned. Instead, she kicked her legs carelessly, grunting as she wildly fought out of the hold.

“What the fuck! Is that what I taught you?” Tank screamed again. Blowing the whistle around his neck, he reached under the bottom rope and grabbed Delilah by her leg, forcibly dragging her out of the ring and setting her on her feet. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Huffing irritably, Delilah yanked her arm away from him and marched away to the other end of the warehouse, ignoring Janie and the other girls that glared wearily after her, wondering what Tank saw in her to begin with. Delilah wondered that herself sometimes.

Ever since she was a little girl growing up in the tiny town of Pensacola, Florida, she dreamed about being in the middle of the fabled squared circle, performing for sellout crowds all over the world, making a name for herself in the notoriously tough wrestling business. And now she was finally getting her chance. In two days’ time, she would be partaking in her very first singles match, lacing up the boots she had worked two extra shifts at the local gym to afford. At last, she was taking that small step towards her dream.

So why did she not feel ready? Why was she doubting herself at the last hour?

One word; Andre.

She was starting to lose count of how many fights they’d gotten into in the six months since she’d embarked on what her fiancé openly thought was her childish desire to become a professional wrestler. Once he realized that it wasn’t just some hobby she would lose interest in after a week, his support began to dwindle more and more as the months went on. There were heated arguments between them on a weekly basis it seemed, mostly on what her ambitions were costing the couple financially. After all, they still had a wedding to plan; their already tight budget was being nibbled at by her exorbitant wrestling class fees. There were bills to pay around the house; she’d already squandered a month’s salary to purchase her wrestling outfit and boots. Yesterday, Delilah had kept quiet, refused to argue, and let Andre vent all he wanted. But this morning, her nerves were starting to kick in over her upcoming match, and when Andre began another tirade as he headed out to work, she not-so-politely shut him down. Tempers were lost and words were exchanged, and both left the house angry. Delilah hadn’t heard from him all day. Secretly, she was glad. She didn’t need his crap today.

Evidently, Tank didn’t need her crap either. The trainer usually gave her some leeway but today he wasn’t having it at all. “Hey, get your ass back here!” His deep, angry voice sounded behind her. He grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him. “Where ya goin’ huh? You wanna run home like a little girl?” he asked her. “Go ahead, go.”

“Just stop, alright?” Delilah snapped, her fists clenched involuntarily as she fought the urge to hit him right in his face. Unfortunately she didn’t stand a chance against him, not when he weighed over a hundred pounds more than she did and was an entire foot taller than her, and certainly not with his over two decades of wrestling experience in comparison to her puny half-year.

Moving closer to her, Tank placed a calloused hand on her shoulder. “What’s goin’ on Dee? You’ve been acting up today.”

Delilah knew she was among the very few trainees Tank afforded the luxury of his concern and sympathy. She liked to think it was because she was one of the teachable ones, easily picking up the wrestling moves like she’d been doing it for years. She was always one of the first to arrive and one of the last to leave, helping set up the ring and take it down after classes. Her attitude was refreshing, and she eventually managed to become something resembling a friend to him.

But there was only so much friendship could do for her current situation. Running a hand through her hair, Delilah tried to figure out where to start answering his question. She was fuckin’ tired, for one. She was wrestling in front of an actual crowd in a mere forty-eight hours. Her fiancé was being an ass. Her pride however, wouldn’t let her say those things out loud. That he considered her to be a friend didn’t mean she had to go crying to him for every problem she had. “It’s nothing, I’m fine,” she murmured, choosing to focus on the Polynesian tribal tattoo spread over his right arm.

Tank rolled his eyes with a huff. “We both know that’s bullshit, but if you say so.” Turning back for the ring, he sighed heavily. “You got sixty seconds to clear your head, then you get your ass back in that ring. We got shit to do so hurry up.” With that, he walked away.

She expected no other response. He never coddled her, not during working hours anyway. She didn’t want him to, either. The last thing she wanted to look was weak in front of fellow trainees; people, as Tank always reminded her, who wanted this career, who wanted this life, more than anything else in the world. And that brought her back to the same question she’d been asking herself for months.

How badly did she want it?

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The next couple of hours seemed to go on forever. Tired, bruised and battered from a long day of training, Delilah hitched her bag over her shoulder and cast a glance at the round black clock on the wall as she walked towards the exit of the warehouse. Andre had sent a text message that filled her with hope of reconciliation after their heated morning. Maybe they could sit down and talk about what had happened, and hopefully work things out like they always did.

“Hey, Parrish, come here a sec,” Tank's voice sounded out of nowhere. “Got someone I want you to meet.”

Sighing heavily, Delilah turned her gaze towards the doorway of the small office where he stood. “Do I have to? I gotta meet up with Dre.”

“He’ll be there when you get home,” he dismissed her excuse. “Come say hi. You won’t regret it, come on.”

With a quiet groan, Delilah shuffled toward the office. “I hope not,” she mumbled, stopping short when her eyes fell upon the hulking, tattooed figure sitting on Tank's desk. Her eyes widened and her jaw slackened, unable to believe what she was seeing. “Oh shit!”

Tank's grin widened as he pushed her further into his office. “Told ya. Delilah, meet Jey Uso. Jey, this is one of my students, Delilah Parrish.”

Standing up from his place on the edge of his friend’s desk, Joshua Fatu extended a hand to the toned beauty standing in front of him. He smiled when she placed her hand in his, noticed how it trembled. “Sup, Delilah, nice to meet you,” he said.

Delilah tried to reply, but her mouth seemed to have forgotten its primary function. She could feel her face burning as she continued to hold his large hand, wanting to let go but somehow unable to. It wasn’t every day she shook hands, or was even within a mile radius of Main Event Jey Uso himself. She’d been a big fan of his ever since his debut with his brother, Jimmy. To see them evolve and grow from a tag team to singles stars was so rewarding. The Bloodline storyline was must-see TV for her, and she had found herself sympathizing with the Right Hand Man over the course of the storyline. She followed him on X and Instagram, and had a couple of his Yeet T-shirts. To be in the presence of a man whom she watched on TV every week, a guy she grew to idolize and respect so much, was beyond mind-blowing.

Before her silence could grow awkward, Delilah removed her hand from his grasp. She’d always hoped that the day she got to meet a WWE Superstar, she’d act much cooler and more composed and not like the average tongue-tied fan. She knew she just failed miserably.

Josh crossed his muscled arms over his chest, his gaze firmly on her face. “So Delilah, Tank tells me you gotta lot of potential, uce. Says you’re very talented,” he said, his deep, gruff voice tinged with curiosity.

“Well, all those bumps he’s taken over the years have finally damaged his brain cells,” she said sarcastically, smiling when she drew a laugh from both men, particularly Jey.

“Nah, I’ve known this fool for damn near twenty years now,” said Josh, jerking his thumb in Tank's direction, “If he say you got talent, then you got talent.” He sat back on the desk and let his eyes admire her, silently wondering just how smoking hot the body hidden underneath the baggy clothes was. “So how long you been training?” he inquired.

Delilah shoved her hands into the pockets of her sweatpants. “I started working out about nine months ago, tryna get in ring shape,” she answered. “But I’ve been training for about six.”

Josh nodded his head. “And your first show’s the day after tomorrow, right?” he queried, keeping his eyes on hers.

“My first match,” she corrected him. “I’ve been to a few shows, done some ring announcing, valeted a couple of times,” she added proudly, as though that would make her look more credible in her idol’s eyes. As she spoke, she stole the chance to look him over. Diamond Cuban links glittered around his neck and both his wrists and gave a shine to his fitted Nike sweatsuit that covered up the tattoos she knew decorated a good portion of his russet skin. He was taller than she expected, and just as ruggedly handsome. And those eyes…a hint of danger lurked behind the jovial, friendly facade, very much giving off bad boy vibes. Against her will, she was intrigued.

Ignoring the eye-fucking session going on in his office, Tank patted Josh’s shoulder. “A’ight y’all, time to get outta here.” He ushered the two of them out of his office and towards the exit of the gym.

“So…what brings you back to town, Jey?” she asked Josh as they walked side by side behind Tank.

The Samoan smiled at the young woman who hadn’t stopped blushing since they met. “Not much. Just hangin’ out with family and shit,” he replied. “Thought I’d come visit my mans over here, but now I hear there’s a show in town, I may just stick around a while longer.” He paused, noting the way her face paled a little. “You nervous?”

Delilah blew out a breath. “Honestly? I’m terrified.”

Josh shook his head. “Naw, don’t be. Focus on all the positives, how far you’ve come, and you’ll be fine.”

She nodded and bit her lip. That was reassuring, just a little bit. “Thanks,” she said, noting that her trainer’s car was heading their way. Tank always dropped her off at home as he lived not too far off from hers. “Well, I better get going. It was so cool to meet you, Jey,” she added, thinking it better to wave this time rather than shake hands.

“Same here Delilah. And trust me when I say I’ll be seeing you more often in the future,” Josh replied.

For some reason, it sounded to Delilah like there were a handful of promises in those words, but she waved off the silly notion immediately and opted to leave before she made a fool of herself in front of the Jey Uso. It felt like she was walking on air as she approached Tank's car, still star-struck, still stunned by the last couple of minutes that had just happened.

But then, as she slammed the car door shut, she remembered what was waiting for her at home, and with a tired sigh, she was forced to push the moment away, forced to forget about the intense brown eyes that continued to stare after her even as the car drove away from the warehouse.

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savannahsdeath · 9 months

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TEACHER!ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

PART 2TWO

part 1one

mdni please<3

summary: you visit miss williams after class again

warnings: 18+!! smut

writers note: this was so hard to write for no reason at all omg..😓😓also sorry i fucked up the tenses or whatever but hush i think i fixed it

you arrived to class, eager to learn but also eager to see her, hoping to catch her attention. miss williams greeted you pleasantly at the door, then walked to the front to begin teaching the lesson for the day. throughout the hour, you found it difficult to focus on the subject matter, as she catched your attention every now and then with a quick glance or a friendly smile.

after class, she stayed behind a few minutes to help a couple students that had questions. you remained, wanting to be one of the students to spend more time with her.

she finished helping the students, and you were the last one remaining. she started to clean up her desk. suddenly, she stopped and looked up at you. a sly smile appeared on her face. she walked towards you, reaching out to brush your hair aside with her fingers.

"how's my best student doing this afternoon?" she asked. her flirtatious tone sent your heart racing and your whole body becomed flushed.

you felt your cheeks heating up as you replied to her question. "i'm... doing well, miss..." you couldn't finish your sentence as her fingers lingered in your hair for a bit too long.

she leaned in close to your face and whispered; "i was wondering if you'd be interested in... some extra credit." the smile on her face and the tone of her voice told you exactly what she means.

your heart was beating faster than ever as you felt her breath on your face. "i would actually..." you smiled, trying to sound calm and unbothered.

she slowly leaned forward even more, until your faces were so close that you could feel her breath on your lips. she paused for a second, to build up anticipation, then closed the distance in one swift movement, and pressed her lips to yours.

your whole body burnt up, as all your thoughts and troubles disappeared and were replaced by pure excitement. you kissed her deeply and passionately, her hands slowly made their way up your body.

you broke apart for a moment to catch your breath. your heart was racing, your breath heavy.

she smiled at you, then looked around the room before whispering. "my office is just across the hall. would you like to join me?"

another rush of excitement fills your whole body. it was flushed and you felt like your heart might explode any second.

"yes, miss..." was all you managed to answer.

you eagerly followed her across the hall, the excitement of the moment building up as you both walk. she opened the door to her office and gestured for you to enter. as you did, she closed the door behind you and locked it, a quiet clicking sound following.

"you know," she started, with a hint of mischief in her voice. "this is against code, inviting a student in for personal reasons. but i'm not sure i mind the risk. here, sit down."

she pointed at the chair next to her desk. you took a seat, your heart skipping a beat, or more.

you weren't sure how a teacher-student relationship should work in this situation, but the way she was acting and talking to you... it feels wrong, in the best way possible.

she kneeled in front of you, caressing your thigh.

without any warning, her soft lips touched your neck in a series of tender kisses, while her hand slowly moved up your leg.

you leaned back in the chair and let her continue. only excitement and desire filled your mind.

she moved her head up and looked into your eyes. the look in her gaze was primal, like she has desired you for a long, long time. you feel her hair on your cheeks as she leans down to kiss your neck again.

this is going so... surprisingly well. you felt yourself becoming more and more comfortable with what was happening. your body was giving into a hard-to-control urge, and you finally let go of all your worries.

as her lips touched your neck again, you felt the heat of her skin against yours. you felt her breathing become heavy and felt her hands move upwards through your clothes, towards your body. you felt everything in the most unforgotten way. she started unbuttoning your jeans, quietly, gently, as she didn't want to ruin the moment.

she carefully removed your jeans from your legs, leaving them around your ankles while she put her hands on your thighs again. your body trembles again, as excitement, desire and fear fill you up.

"relax your body" she whispered, noticing your slight nervousness and soaked underwear. you tried to listen to her, but it's too difficult as you felt your whole body tense.

she slowly rubbed her hands up your thighs, her touch sending a wave of pleasure throughout the entire lower half of your body. she took off her glasses, resting them at the edge of the table.

you tried to take a few deep breaths. her hands kept running over your thighs, sending signals to your brain and making you feel more and more excited. suddenly, she looked down and saw the evidence... your soaked underwear. she looked back up at you with a grin on her face. "aw, that's cute."

you felt your face flush and you were completely speechless at that point. you tried to move your legs a bit to cover up the mess, but her hands were slowly separating your thighs.

she was teasing you over and over as you sunk onto the armchair. her tongue was sliding up and down, her saliva replacing the wet spot that was on your underwear. but she wasn't exactly doing her best. i mean, she did her best at missing your clit every. single. time. on purpose, too. of course she didn't completely leave it out, but she wasn't paying too much attention to the place you needed her to.

you were, honestly, fed up with that little antic. it was like pure torture and you had to do something.

"ellie-" you started but before you could plead, beg and cry about how much she ruins you, she cut you off.

"getting informal with me already?" she smirked, replacing her tongue with her fingers for the time she was speaking.

you instantly shook your head, hoping this little accident of oblivion won't cause you too much trouble.

"m' sorry- i didn't want to..." you started whining, seeming truly scared.

"don't worry, love. what did you want to say?" she reassured, clearly amused by the fact you were already starting to lose your mind.

you squeezed you eyes shut and started stuttering out; "i need... can you-" when she suddenly pressed her lips against your clit. you moaned out some curses, knowing that in any other circumstances, you'd get severely punished by swearing in front of a teacher. now, your language made her simply chuckle. but she did what you wanted to, after all, and that wasn't a reason to complain. quite the opposite, you had no reason to complain anymore, so you didn't bother to end your sentence.

she kept going for what felt like ages but you loved every second of it as she wasn't just teasing anymore. she could tell you're close to your release, again, as your whimpers became louder and more high-pitched. sometimes, in between the moans (god, how lucky you were everyone already left school), you'd call out her name, not bothered by getting 'informal' anymore. in the last second she pulled away, her tongue twirling around her lips. when she finished licking off anything left, she clicked the oh so precise and gentle muscle she had pressed against you just a moment ago and tilted her head with a sly smirk.

you frowned, your eyebrows knitted together as you wiped your uncontrollable tears off. "what are you doing? i was just about to-"

she patted your thigh, standing up. "dress up, it's getting late."

you looked at the clock, hung on the wall above the desk. it was about 5 p.m., not so late but you definitely should be home by now.

"shit." you hissed as you remembered you were supposed to go shopping with your mom an hour ago.

you pulled your pants back up and started straightening your clothes in a rush.

"calm down, dear. we have a whole school year ahead of us, we'll meet again."

you nodded, trying to pretend you're not bothered by her leaving you on edge with the 'it's getting late' excuse again.

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cheeseceli · 10 months

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SKZ falling for their make up artist

Pairing: skz ot8 × Black gn!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff

Request: yes! (lmk if it's like you wanted)

Warnings: Reader has braids in Hyunjin's one and is implied to paint their hair in Felix's one, mentions of food in Minho's (and food places like restaurants in Chan and Jeongin's)

A/n: I accidentally posted this one before it was ready and then I had to delete it now I am mad💀 i really need to pay attention to the things i do

Bang Chan

Ok so fun fact

He met you before knowing you were his new make up artist

He just saw you at jyp cafe looking like an angel when he decided he would make small talk with you

But luck was not on his side (or was it?) because it was golden hour and you guys were sitting near the window

What does that mean? The sun rays were all over you, making your brown skin glow and your eyes hypnotized him

Consequences? He was so focused on appreciating you that he forgot to ask for your number

You can imagine how sad he was once he realised it

But! Imagine his surprise (and happiness) when he met you at the recording of one of their mvs four days later

He made sure to ask for your number properly this time

He always makes sure he is the last you'll make up so there is no rush and he can have you all for himself for some moments

Absolutely adores how excited you look like when talking about your work

He even convinced the management crew to put you as the tour's make up artist because he needed wanted you there

Lee Know

You'd probably hate him

He just happens to be a menace to people he likes

So he might or might not wipe off and ruin pieces of the make up just so you have to retouch it

"did you make up here? And here? I think you should check or do it again yk" typa thing he'd say

Don't get him wrong, he just wants to spend a little bit of time with you

But he doesn't know how to do it without making you rethink all you life choices and pissing you off

But he also brings you food backstage to make up for it

And if you have any pets he would be like "our pets should meet each other!!"

Anything to see you outside of work

And if you're on backstage during one of the stages/recording/practices he will put 200% effort on his performance

He needs to impress you of course

Changbin

Compliments you right away

He doesn't even know your name but he is already telling you you are blessed by Aphrodite, the prettiest person to ever exist in earth and all those things

He has no shame

You know that cute couple thing people do with make up/skincare where one of them sit in the other's lap while applying the products?

Lmao him

He will not loose one single chance of having you close while you're making up him

So if you ever want to try something new like a new trend or just something that came up on your mind, he will be the first to volunteer

And if you have an account on any social media to talk about your work, he follows you and comments on every single post

Hyunjin

He's beautiful and he knows it

100% use this as an advantage

Will make eye contact with you all the time being

And will smile to you in the sweetest way possible everytime you are close to his face

Once you were making him up for the s-class mv recording but your hair kept falling in your face

So he just pushed one of the braids off your face and kept smiling and looking at you like it didn't make you malfunction in 30 different ways

Has the audacity to giggle after you're embarrassed

But try to flirt with him and suddenly he is the blushing mess

He is also such a hype man, it's so cute

If he ever publishes a pic of him on insta where you're the one who made his make up, he will praise it on the caption

Han

He didn't even know you existed until he visited Chan while the eldest was doing his make up

He was speechless when he first saw you

And he had a really serious talk with Chan concerning the reason you weren't his make up artist

The next day you were asked to add Han in your list of who you needed to make up

Totally a coincidence, it's not like he begged chan and the management crew to have you as his artist

The moment he gets to talk with you he tries to impress you

Jokes, talent, beauty, anything

If you laugh at at least one joke, his efforts will be payed off and this man is on cloud 9

Felix

You'd probably hate him pt 2.

I'm sorry but he just can't shut up lol

You're applying lipstick on him? Well, he has this urgent gossip to tell you so good luck with that lipstick

You're applying eyeshadow? Unfortunately he cannot keep his eyes closed because that would mean not looking at your eyes, and he has his priorities straight

The list goes on and on

It might be a little tough but! it's so worth it

After you're done he is ready to compliment your job and praise your skills every single time

As he should

You know how some couples match outfits? He'd like to match make up even if you're not on the dating stage yet

And maybe even match hair colour

Seungmin

The most subtle one

And your dream client

He keeps still while you're applying make up, compliments your work and is always so polite

He tries to be the first one you'll make up so after you're done with him, he can follow you around while you make up the others

Will talk to you during the process (and will take advantage of the fact the kids cannot reply because they need to be still) and will even try to help you with organising your products and handing them for you if you let him

Will try to learn a thing or two about make up on his free time because he wants to impress you

If you do artistic make up as well he would love to see your past works

Might even suggest the management to have something like that in future mvs

I.N

Doesn't move

Doesn't blink nor talk

Actually, sometimes he doesn't even breathe so you need to remind him

He will giggle and brush it off but let's be honest

He is so nervous around you

Once you notice it (trust me, you will notice. It's so obvious it hurts) you will try to small talk and this will, slowly, make him relax

Now that you guys are comfortable around each other he will initiate most of the conversations

He talks to you during breaks, he asks your opinion on his outfits and sometimes he also wants you to make him up for casual outings like going to a restaurant

Even after dating, he still gets nervous because of the proximity

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mhahaikyuus · 1 year

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Cold

tags:; bakugo x reader, bakugo being a jerk, sensitive reader, established relationship, mild angst to fluff, cute ending

“I just don’t understand why. I can tolerate you kissing and hugging me, but you have to take my clothes too?” Your boyfriend Bakugo complained staring at his closet after doing his laundry.

You looked up from your phone sprawled out on his bed.

“What?” Thinking you misheard him.

“It’s a bit much don’t you think? It’s enough with the affection but you gotta take my clothes too?” He groaned.

“I’m…your girlfriend.” You said slowly confused at his words

He glared at you, “Yes I know.”

“You really have a problem with that?” Bringing your knees up and together to talk to him with your full attention.

“Yes.”

“Okay sorry I’ll work on it.” You said with pressed lips.

You spent a couple more hours hanging out before leaving.

Coming home you went into your closet and pulled out all the clothes he had given you. Throwing them all in the laundry to give to him tomorrow.

You came into homeroom before class with a bag in your hand. Coming over to his head you leaned down to give him a kiss before freezing.

I can tolerate the kissing and hugging

Bakugo frowned at your stiffness, “What’s wrong with you?”

You straightened up almost robotically. “Nothing. Good morning.” Holding out the bag to him.

“What’s this?” His brow folded with narrowed eyes taking it from you. A habit of his to not let you carry anything in his presence.

“Your stuff. Washed and dried.” You said with a small smile and sitting back down as Aizawa started with his lesson. Bakugo was shocked you actually gave him his clothes back.

Lunchtime rolled around and you were in the courtyard. It was turning into fall from a hot summer. One of the first chilly days of the year. And your uniform was not cutting it. The short skirt and shirt did nothing to keep the chill out of your bones. You crossed your arms and leaned into your stomach trying to fight off the cold. Bakugo side eyed you as you tried to talk but your teeth began to chatter. “Are you okay?”

You nodded “yeah I’m fine. What were you saying about your new training regime.” Trying to distract you both from how uncomfortable you are.

“Here take it.” He said unzipping his jacket and you shook your head. “It’s fine I’m about to go inside anyway.” In a rush picking up your tray and leaving.

Bakugo sighed at you being so fidgety and uncomfortable with him. He knew it. He was too mean last night, he should’ve asked nicely.

Spending the rest of the day inside you were fine. Bakugo came over to walk you.

“Let me walk you back.” You nodded with a smile looking at his hands but quickly averting your eyes. It wasn’t a good idea to hold hands.

You walked beside him your arms crossed over as you both enjoyed the air.

“Are you cold?” He sideeyed you wanting you to admit it and not be stubborn.

“A little but we’re almost there.” You said

Feeling the goosebumps on your ice cold skin. You could feel your boyfriends eyes on you but you ignored them.

“Are you sure?” He asked again

“Yeah Kats.”

He was at your door ready to get his daily cuddles and to be loved.

You stood at the door way, “Okay I’ll see you around.” Giving your boyfriend a fist bump and sliding into your door with a crack.

Bakugo blinked at the closed door in front of him. “What the hell was that?” He grumbled staring for two seconds before slumping off.

The next day you woke up and pulled out a light jacket for the field trip day you were having.

You loaded onto the bus in the early morning fog half asleep. Yawning and scrubbing your eyes you didn’t even notice who sat next to you. Stepping over your legs to get the window seat.

Cracking an eye open you noticed it was your boyfriend.

“Hi,” you said in a sleepy voice to him. Almost leaning on his shoulder but you stiffened once again.

“Im sorry.” You muttered changing your neck to the other side at an uncomfortable angle. Making sure your legs and hands weren’t touching.

He stared at you for a moment.

You couldn’t even lay your head on his shoulder for a long bus trip?

Katsuki waited until your breathing changes into a deep sleep and gently moved your head onto his shoulder. Kissing the top of your head.

You woke up as the bus pulled to a stop and felt his muscular shoulder under your head. For a moment you relaxed before straightening up again.

You blinked the sleep out of your eyes and averted them guiltily not wanting to see your boyfriend upset. muttering a small “Sorry” and getting out of your seat to sit next to one of your friends. Seemed like sorry was the only word you knew today.

The white fog and moisture in the air made daybreak ice cold as everyone unloaded from the bus. The breath leaving your lips coming out in a mist and your eyelashes wet. Your arms crossed over your chest and your neck tucked into your chest. The light jacket you had not nearly enough for the freezing cold morning. Rocking on your heels half asleep just focusing on compressing yourself to conserve as much heat as possible within the crowd of classmates.

Bakugo watched you shiver in your thin outfit not even paying attention to the pro hero’s giving a speech about the training exercise.

When the hero called for a break he shrugged off his hoodie without a second thought and pushed your head in through the widened neckline.

You blinked in surprise at the heavy clothing draped on your shoulders.

“What’s this?” You said confused looking at your neck but not making any movement to put it on.

“You’re cold.” He stated the obvious.

“I know? I’ll be fine. I don’t need your jacket.” You insisted pulling it off but Bakugo grabbed your wrists with a frown.

“You are cold. You are wearing my jacket.” He said

“No I’m okay. I’ll forget I’m wearing it and won’t give it back. Remember I said I was working on that because it bothers you when I wear your clothes,” you gently reminded your visibly upset boyfriend.

He looked frustrated as you explained and took off the hoodie and pushed it back in his arms.

Katsuki opened and closed his mouth with anger in his eyes.

“No, I didn’t-“

A classmate waved you over and you turned your head to respond cutting him off.

“Okay bye I’ll see you later,” you said goodbye with no move to give him your usual quick kiss or hug. He waited for you to turn around with a joking smile to get a kiss but you never turned around.

He was grumpy since you left. Sulking at the fact that you were cold and because he opened his big mouth you said no. He liked taking care of you and didn’t like seeing you uncomfortable.

And now you didn’t kiss or hug him to say hi, when you wanted attention, or to give sweet goodbyes.

A fist bump yesterday and you were too distracted this time to give him attention he silently craved.

He was distracted during the exercise watching you talk animatedly to your partner and bouncing on your soles to distract from the cold.

At a break Katsuki came over to linger around you. You turned around to see him hovering.

“Hi,” you gave a small smile at your agitated boyfriend. Outwardly he just looked his usual self but you could tell something else was going on. He stood close to you and the instinct to wrap your arms around his waist and lean on him was heavy on your mind. But you kept your hands to yourself and smiled up at him. Just happy to be around him even if he didn’t want you to touch him.

Unknown to you Katsuki wanted a hug but he never initiated physical contact. Just standing close to you hoping you got the hint.

“Do you need something?” You asked

“No..I…never mind.”

You nodded in an awkward silence knowing he was acting weird but letting it go.

“You’re still cold.” He blurted at you

“Uh…yeah I am. What do you want for lunch?” You asked.

“Then why won’t you take my jacket.” He stared at you like you were stupid.

“Because it is a problem that I take your clothes and it upsets you.” You said slowly.

“Yeah I got mad once but it doesn’t matter. But you’re not even touching me or acting normal.”

“I am normal. You being upset does matter to me.” You said confused

“Okay and I appreciate that baby. But what type of boyfriend would I be to have you freezing your ass off when I have a jacket.” He complained trying to get you to take the jacket but you just stared at him.

“A good boyfriend who just likes to have his clothes and doesn’t want me to be clingy. There’s nothing wrong with that” You reassured but Bakugo only sulked more.

“You said you tolerate my physical touch. I didn’t know I made you uncomfortable. I’m sorry.” You said softly feeling the guilt that had been weighing on you since that night.

Bakugo felt his heart drop at your apologetic words, in no world had you ever made him uncomfortable and you were apologizing when he was in the wrong.

“If you don’t put this on I’ll manhandle you into it.” he threatened

You laughed and he raised his eyebrows as if it wasn’t a joke.

He pulled you into bear hug into his chest as you gave a small yelp at his quick action.

Bakugo kissed the top of your head rubbing your arms with his large hands. “You’re freezing babydoll.” Into your scalp.

“You’re being nice? Why?” You said muffled into his chest feeling how warm he is. Radiating heat like a warm oven into your icy blood. He ignored your question.

“And youre very warm.” You said

“And you’re freezing. Your hands are like ice.” He said above you.

“I just didn’t want to upset you. You don’t like when I touch you or take your clothes.”

He sighed, “You’re too good for me. I was being a dick the other night.”

You laughed at his words not disagreeing , “Can I hug you back please.” You said cautiously looking up at him.

He grabbed your arms and put them around his torso before zipping up his jacket.

You pushed up on your toes giving him a kiss.

“Aizawa is going to kill us.” You muttered noticing the group had left both of you behind.

“Yeah but don’t worry I’ll protect you.” He said

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jjunieworld · 4 months

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09. more than anything ⸝ ˚⋆

↳ half written, half texts. word count: 1.1k

— SOOBIN’S POV —

soobin could hardly wait until 3:30pm. he was so anxious about it, in fact, that he skipped the class he had before it all together.

he sat on his bed debating on what to do. should he bring something for her? no, that definitely makes him look insincere. she he put on nicer clothes? he didn’t know. so he instead sat on his bed frozen, all these thoughts going through his head.

the clock ticked by and every five seconds soobin would check his phone to make sure time didn’t jump five hours instead and he missed his only chance to explain himself. currently, it was 3:15pm. it takes him seven minutes to walk down to the cafe from his dorm.

should i get there early? soobin thought. perhaps. if he left now, he would get to the cafe at 3:21pm. maybe that’s too desperate, he concluded.

minutes ticked by and soobin decided he couldn’t wait any longer. he rushed out of his building and made the trek to the cafe.

when he arrived, it was 3:25pm. he tried looking through the window of the cafe for y/n, but he couldn’t see anything.

suddenly a thought forced its way into his head. what if she wasn’t here? what if she changed her mind?

as he pushed through the doors, he let out a sigh of relief. there y/n sat, at the same table she helped soobin at a lifetime ago. she didn’t look up at the sound of the bell, her eyes were downcast and she had a blank look on her face.

when soobin sat down all she did was look up at him. it felt like she was looking right through him. this y/n looked and felt so different from the y/n from over a week ago.

wordlessly, she put her phone face up on the table, the timer set for ten minutes on it. she pressed start and looked back up at soobin.

his heart pounded in his chest as he struggled to get his words together. the weight of knowing she was timing him didn’t make it any better.

he started by apologizing, profusely. then he went into what exactly happened that night, the drinking, the jealousy, the argument with sakura, and finally, the words he didn’t mean.

“i know people say that what you say in the heat of the moment are your true words, but i swear to you i didn’t mean that,” he breathed. he glanced down at her phone. five more minutes. y/n stared at him, once again saying nothing. so soobin continued.

“and to answer your question… it’s not that i was ignoring you. well, i guess i was, but not in the way you think. i promise! i was avoiding the feelings that came with seeing you. being near you. i like you, y/n. more than i’ve ever liked anyone. and i didn’t understand those feelings at first, i still kinda don’t. i thought that if i avoided you, then maybe they would go away. i didn’t even think about how that would affect you, and i’m truly sorry for that.”

the words spilled out of his mouth one by one until he couldn’t stop. he wanted to tell her more, but he got the majority of what he wanted to say across. and he only had two more minutes left.

soobin waited for y/n to say something, but for the remaining two minutes she simply stared at him with that same blank look. he desperately wished he knew what she was thinking. any indication that his words didn’t go in one ear and straight out the other.

her phone buzzed on the table when the two minutes were up. she grabbed it, stood up, and left the cafe without saying a single word to soobin.

soobin sat at the table stumped. he stared at the chair across from him where she just sat that was now bare. did he fuck it all up? was it all truly over?

after a couple more minutes, he too stood, and moved to leave the cafe.

he wasn’t paying attention as he went to open the door, too inside his head. so he was very shocked when it opened right in his face. a pissed looking yunjin pushed him backwards, demanding him to sit the hell down. and so he went and sat back at the table he was just at.

“of all the places…” she muttered under her breath as she sat. “of all the places…” she said again, louder, “of all the places she would disappear to when i go to check on her, she was here with you.”

she scoffed and looked up at him. he went to say something, but she held a hand up.

“shut up. i don’t want to hear it. she gave you one last chance, you’re very lucky. you try and pull some stupid shit like that again…” yunjin trailed off. she was so angry she could barely get her words out. soobin understood. she scoffed again, looked him up and down, and left.

soobin ran his hands through his hair. he’s done so so many times today that the strands were probably sticking up at this point.

he went over yunjin’s words. “she gave you one last chance, you’re very lucky.” indeed, he was, and he wasn’t going to blow it again.

classes were finally over and soobin could finally take his long awaited nap. late classes were actually torture.

as he was walking to the elevator, he felt someone come up next to him. he looked over to see y/n.

she didn’t look at him. instead her gaze was solely focused on the hallway in front of her. soobin smiled a little to himself and kept walking. he could feel some lingering stares on them, but he couldn’t care less. all that mattered was that she was next to him.

y/n moved to the side of the small crowd waiting by the elevator and soobin followed. she waited as they all got on said elevator, and until the elevator came back up empty. they got on, standing side by side, and soobin watched her.

he was willing to wait however long it took for y/n to speak to him.

soobin felt her hand slide into his. a smile broke out on his face as she looked up to him.

“you like me?” y/n asked him. “more than anything,” he replied. she smiled back at him. she nodded a little to herself as she looked back down.

“good,” she said. she looked back up to him. “you owe me another date.” soobin laughed a little and then nodded. “where do you want to go?”

masterlist.

summary: choi soobin has always been the popular kid surrounded by his popular friends. y/n… not so much. one night, soobin and his friends make bet that soobin can’t get y/n to date him in a month. unfortunately for y/n, they’re a hopeless romantic.

A/N: yunjin do nawt play… she gets down… double upload as a present! happy holidays!! ♡

taglist: @imagineyour-kpopboy @gothgyuu @carengene (if your name is bold it wouldn’t let me tag you!)

— kipo <3

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ruewrote · 11 months

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𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑒.

PAIRING: jj maybank x fem!reader WARNINGS: some strong language GENRE: angst, fluff, friends to lovers SONG INSPIRATION: worst of you by maisie peters WORD COUNT: 1k

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you stood at the end of the dock, at your spot. the tip of your shoe skimming the surface of the water, shivering at the cool breeze that brushed past you.

wrapping your arms tighter around your body, searching for any type of warmth and comfort as you checked the notifications on your phone for what felt like the fifteenth time that hour, some were from pope and sarah but none from jj.

he promised he'd be here this time! you should've known.

this was the third time in two weeks that you would make plans and something had come up, his empty promises filled you with hope, only for him to be a no-show.

the sun was now setting. tears stung your eyes, sniffling whilst looking down at the ripples of the water finding no interest in doing what you were originally here to do.

"im so stupid, i really thought he was going to be here." shaking your head, more tears fell down your cheeks as you stood.

the walk home was absolutely miserable and the rain that had started to drizzle didn't help either. the few drops turned into heavy showers, having felt there was no need for an umbrella earlier on your clothes were now soaked right through down to your underwear.

opening your front door you were greeted by your excited sister waiting for all the juicy details, knowing that you were gonna confess and helped you get ready for the occasion too.

the tears that had once subsided now came flooding back, she just wrapped you up in a firm hug as you sobbed in her arms.

after you had calmed a little she sat you down asking you what happened or if he had rejected you, but you just explained how he never showed up. how he never even sent you a text about it?

"im gonna kick his ass! who even does that? no, no, no let me rephrase that. when has jj ever done that? especially to you of all people!"

that got you thinking, obviously, him not showing was really hurtful in general, but at the same time, it confused you since this was the boy who wouldn't let you carry your school bag as long as he was around or would bring you your favorite coffee in the morning even if he was late.

for the next couple of days, you avoided jj, which wasn't hard since he had different classes than you that week. the times that you guys did bump into each other you either made up an excuse or joined the sea of people who were rushing to get to their next lesson.

this had been far from easy for you, there hadn't really been a time when the two of you weren't together.

now you're here, sitting by yourself in the library doing your history project here since your laptop decided to stop working halfway through.

hours had gone by and you had made a ton of progress on your work, now sitting back and taking a long sip out of your water bottle as you proofread what you had written only to be interrupted by a loud bang from the entrance of the building, making you jump and turn to investigate.

a mistake on your part since you made direct eye contact with the mad blonde. ducking your head, gathering your things together before logging off seeing if there was any way of sneaking past him.

"what have you been?" fuck.

you tried to ignore and walk around him but were only pulled back to face him by your arm. gentle, his touch was so light like it always had been. he'd never hurt you. no matter how angry he got.

"answer me!" jj exclaimed, only to be shushed by the librarians.

everyone was now looking at the two of you, so you grabbed his hand, dragging him out of there. of course only for it to be pouring again.

"you have the audacity to be trying to call me out on this when you've ghosted me for almost a whole week and then expected us to just go back to normal? like everything's okay between us?" you scoffed, running your hands through your hair, huffing out a laugh.

"i was...busy, i couldn't help it! im sorry okay?"

having heard enough of his shit you walked out into the cold with jj following close behind you.

"y/n talk to me!" he shouted over the loud pattering, stopping you in your tracks, whipping around to face him.

"do you know why i asked you to go to our place the other day?"

he just shook his head.

"i have yearned for you for years, in secrecy and silence." your voice was almost a whisper, but he heard you.

"what?"

"its you jj, its always been you... im in love with you." both of your chests heaving heavily, finding it hard to catch your breath in the rain. tears filled your eyes as you tried to look everywhere but him. his stare felt almost too much.

"but you never said anything?" jjs voice broke as his own tears caressed his cheeks but were quickly wiped away by the raindrops.

"how could i? you're looking at me but you don't see me jj. do you know how that feels? i just want you to see me. please."

that's when he strode toward you, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you into him, your arms wrapping around his neck. tilting his head to the side as his lips brushed against yours.

his hands slid to your lower back, deepening the kiss. reaching up you intertwined your fingers in his hair lightly pulling at the wet strands, a muffled groan left him which only made you smile as you pulled away.

"i love you too, by the way, i didn't know if i made that clear or not?" jj joked which only made you playfully punch him.

the next day the two of you were both cuddled up in your bed sniffling, very sick from stupidly standing in a literal storm yesterday, but hey it was totally worth it in the end.

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leilakisakabiri · 10 months

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request: Hi can you do where the reader is wearing Gavis hoodie and she accidentally stains it and starts freaking out. Thank uuu and i love ur writing

I Got You (Gavi)

Summary: You need Gavi to come help you after you get yourself into a bad situation.

Warning(s): None

A/N: Thank you so much for the request and for your support! Requests are open. Currently working on The Promises We Keep Pt 2. Also, guys if I haven't done your request yet, don't worry, it probably means it's gonna be a long one.

Word Count: 3.1k+

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It was a Saturday night in Barcelona, and you were holed up in your room, feet tucked under you, a knitted blanket over your shoulders as you read over the words in front of you for the hundredth time.

While the city was alight with people getting drinks, dancing, and laughing, you silenced your phone, closed your blinds, and put your headphones on to quiet any outside noises.

You had decided to stay in this weekend, caught up in writing an essay for your criminal law class that was worth 50% of your grade. Safe to say you did not take it lightly. You had been hunched over your computer for the last nine hours, brain numb and fingers aching as you had tried to come up with a thesis and strong argument for your essay. You had blocked out this weekend to finish the essay, letting everyone know ahead of time not to contact you unless it was an emergency, including Gavi.

Gavi had been gone for the last couple of days, traveling around Europe for the last leg of La Liga, and he had been adamant about spending as much time with you as he could once he got back - before his summer schedule kicked off. However, that hope was quickly cut short when you informed him you most likely wouldn’t be able to see him at all this weekend due to you being stuck finishing your essay.

Although he had tried to convince you to change your mind, bribing you with the idea of endless cuddles and then promising to be as silent as possible while you wrote when his first idea didn’t work, you relented, knowing that having him around would be a major distraction, one that you couldn’t afford.

“I’m sorry Pablo I don’t think I can this weekend. What about Monday?” You asked hopefully.

He sighed over the phone, his face pulling into a frown, “I can’t. We’re leaving Monday morning for France.”

You bit on your lip, feeling bad, “I’m sorry I just really need to focus this weekend.”

He nodded, “I get it. It just sucks. I wanted to see you at least once before I’m gone again. But it’s fine – I’ll survive.” He replied dramatically.

You grinned, “Well I’ll miss you Pablito.”

“I already miss you.”

The smile on your face only grew as your heart warmed at his words, “I’ll text you if anything changes. Have a great game, I’ll be watching.”

He gave you a wink, “Damn gotta show off now that my girls watching.”

You giggled at him, “Bye Pablo.”

He mocked your tone playfully, “Bye Y/n.”

That was last week, and now you were nose deep in your essay, textbooks scattered around you as you looked for possible quotes to strengthen your thesis. You had been so busy scanning the words on the page that you hadn’t noticed your phone buzzing non-stop next to you.

Once you saw the glow of your phone screen curiosity got the better of you and you flipped it around seeing you had eight missed calls from your best friend.

Your eyebrows knitted in confusion, it was almost two in the morning, she would for sure be at a club right now, happily dancing the night away with your friends, so why was she consistently calling you?

The phone buzzed once again and this time you were quick to answer.

“Hello, Gia, what’s going on?”

Her voice was slurred on the other end, but you could sense the panic regardless, “Y/n? I don’t know where I am, I was with the others but then I went to the bathroom, and I then couldn’t find anyone anymore. And this guy won’t leave me alone-”

“Gia, where are you? I’ll come get you.” You cut off her rambling, already rushing to put on your shoes, essay long forgotten.

She hiccupped, “I’m at Macarena. I’m sorry no one else answered.”

“No, no problem at all. I’m coming right now, Gia. Don’t move. I’m glad you called.” You comforted her.

The club was only a twenty-minute walk from your house, and seeing as you didn’t have a car or the time to wait for public transport, it was your best option.

You cursed yourself for not answering sooner as you rushed to get your keys, grabbing a random hoodie on the way out.

Although summer was beginning to creep into Barcelona, the nights were still chilly with cold winds rushing through the area.

You sped through the streets, walking with purpose as you finally reached the club. You were severely underdressed for the club wearing a random hoodie and yoga pants. You saw the line for the club was still extremely long, wrapping around the corner and you knew you had no time to waste.

You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself, you were never one to break any rules or ask for any special favors, but now seemed like a good time to start.

You walked up to the club bouncer, ignoring the nasty look the guy at the front of the queue was sending you, “Excuse me. I need to get in right away, my friend is inside alone, and I need to help her.”

You heard the guy next to you scoff.

The bouncer looked at you unimpressed. “Sorry sweetheart. You want to get to her, you have to wait in line.”

You relented, “Sir please, just look at my outfit,” you said gesturing to yourself, “clearly, I’m not here to party, I just need to get my friend and leave. You can even come with me!”

He gave you an apprehensive look, taking in your appearance, “I can’t leave my post.”

You groaned, “Fine, then can someone else escort me? I can literally call her right now. She’s not in the right head space.”

He squinted his eyes at you, “You look familiar.”

It finally clicked. This is where you had gone with Gavi and his team, celebrating after they had won a final a few weeks ago. They had treated you like royalty, blocking off a whole section just for you, the club owner even making an appearance to congratulate the team.

You didn’t like to use the fact that you were dating a well-known athlete as a way to get special privileges but if it meant helping your friend then you would do it.

“Yeah, I was in VIP a few weeks ago. I know the owner, so please let me in.”

“What’s his name?”

You racked your brain trying to think of that night, “Santiago. It was Santiago!” You replied, finally remembering.

The bouncer gave you a once over before he finally nodded begrudgingly, “Fine – but be quick.”

You heard the other people in line begin to argue but you quickly thanked the bouncer, rushing inside, not wanting to wait long enough for him to change his mind.

God bless Gavi.

The place was packed, bodies pressed together so closely that you had to squeeze in between heavily making out couples and groups of friends to make your way to the middle. The strobe lights were going crazy, changing every few seconds to the beat of the music. There was a DJ booth twenty feet above the crowd playing EDM Spanish music and the crowd was going insane, chanting along.

You hit your head on your forehead as you realized you forgot to ask her where she was.

You pulled out your phone, letting out a breath of relief when she answered, “I’m here Gia. Where are you?”

“I’m at- I said no, stop, I’m at the bar.” She huffed. You felt your anxiety rise, who was she talking to?

“Ok, I’m coming.”

You pushed through the throngs of people, finally spotting the bar, seeing her leaning against the counter, hands flying as she argued with someone.

You walked towards them hearing the tail end of their conversation, a bad feeling in your stomach.

“Gia!” You yelled, coming to stand next to her.

She gave you a relieved look, falling into you, the effort of standing up being too much.

You caught her, hugging her back.

“Oh wow – two for one. I got a buddy that would love you.”

You steadied Gia looking up to see the guy she was talking with giving you a smirk.

You held his gaze, annoyed, “No thanks. We’re leaving now.”

You went to turn but he caught your wrist pulling you back, the drink in his hand sloshing,

“Woah, don’t go yet, the fun’s just getting started. Look my buddies are in VIP we can hook you up.”

You yanked your hand away, giving him a disgusted look, “First don’t touch me. Second, we’re leaving.”

“You’re not leaving.” He persisted.

You raised an eyebrow, “Fucking watch me.”

He reached for you again, but you were prepared, grabbing his hand, and flinging it off you, as you weaved into the crowd, ignoring his shouts.

You let out a breath as you stepped outside of the club, grateful for the cold air after sweating through your hoodie in the packed club.

You adjusted your hold on Gia, holding her waist as you started the trek back to your apartment.

She stumbled over her steps as you walked, giggling, “Oh my god Y/n your bleeding!”

You gave her a confused look, dragging her, “What?”

She giggled again, reaching for your hoodie, “It’s coming from your stomach, look it’s red!” She pointed at your shirt.

You looked down and you stopped in your tracks, breath hitching as you began to panic, “Oh shit Gia I’m wearing Gavi’s hoodie!”

She stopped as well, letting go of you as she plopped onto the ground, staring up at you,

“So?”

“So? He’s going to be so mad at me. That dick spilled his drink on me. This is a white hoodie – who knows if it will come out?” You stressed.

“It’s-" she hiccupped, “fine.”

You shook your head, “No It’s not it’s his favorite hoodie, I didn’t even realize I was wearing it. Fuck, I have to clean as soon as we get home.”

You started walking before you realized she wasn’t following you.

“Gia?”

You turned around to see her slumped against the sidewalk, eyes closed.

You rushed to her side, shaking her, “Gia? Gia, are you okay?”

She hummed, “I don’t feel so good.”

“Can you walk? We’re almost halfway there.” You asked, helping her sit up so she was leaning against you.

She groaned, “I’m going to throw up.”

You looked around anxiously, unsure of what to do. You had left the main strip of clubs and restaurants, and were now on a back road, walking in an area that was dimly lit and that you weren’t too familiar with.

“I can call an Uber.”

You reached into your pocket, cursing yourself as you realized you had forgotten your wallet in the rush to get to the club.

“Shit, I don’t have my wallet. Do you have yours?”

“Antonio.” She groaned, leaning her head against your shoulder.

You let out a huff, contemplating what to do. You attempted to get her to stand up once again, desperate to get out of the area, but she couldn’t stand, and you weren’t strong enough to carry her the rest of the way. You chewed on your lip debating a solution, but you didn’t want to do it unless it was the absolute, last, last resort.

You spent the next five minutes calling all your friends, but no one answered. You groaned, frustrated, knowing you had run out of options.

You heard your friend beginning to doze off and you shook her, “Gia stay awake.”

She moaned, “Y/n I really don’t feel good. I don’t know what’s wrong.”

Your finger hovered over the contact, and you finally pressed it, feeling the guilt build inside.

It rang seven times before going to voicemail. You called back.

On the third ring, the line finally connected,

“Y/n? Why are you calling me so late?” Gavi’s voice was thick with sleep, his words murmured.

Hearing his voice sent a pang of relief through you, and suddenly you didn’t feel so alone,

“Gavi I’m sorry. I really need your help.”

He was up in an instant, wide awake, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m stuck in the middle of the road with Gia. She got drunk and I went to get her but now I’m worried there’s something wrong. She can’t get up and we’re all alone. I don’t have any money. I called our friends, but no one answered, I-I didn’t know what to do.” You rushed out.

You heard his breath accelerate on the other end of the line, “Ok don’t worry baby I’m coming. Send me your address, everything’s going to be okay. Just stay on the phone with me.” He reassured you.

You nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you, “Thank you so much Gavi.”

You heard his car door open, “Anytime. If anything happens like this again you call me first, okay?”

“Okay.”

You stayed on the phone with him, rubbing Gia’s shoulder to comfort her, readjusting her whenever she began to doze off.

Finally, you saw a familiar car pull onto the street, and you waved your hands, trying to get him to see you.

The car made a quick turn and then Gavi was rushing out, a worried look on his face,

“Oh thank god you’re okay. I was so worried.”

“I’m so sorry for waking you. Thank you for coming.”

“Y/n stop apologizing.” He said, helping you carry Gia to the car.

Upon feeling that she was being lifted, her eyes shot open, “Y/n what’s going on?”

She glanced over to her left seeing Gavi before she turned to look at you, it took two seconds for her eyes to widen and then she was whipping her head back, “Gavi? The hell y-you doing here?”

You giggled at her abruptness, “I had to call for help.”

She turned to you, snuggling into your shoulder affectionately, “You’re the best Y/n. She was a rockstar today.” She spoke, as you both pushed her into the car.

Gavi raised his eyebrow at you as you both got in, “A rockstar eh?”

You rolled your eyes, “She’s just spewing nonsense.”

Gia groaned in the back, hands clumsily coming to slap your shoulder, “Ehh don’t lie Y/n. You should have seen the way she talked to those guys – even I was scared.”

You saw Gavi’s grip on the steering wheel tighten, his posture stiffened as he looked over at you,

“Guys? What guys?”

You opened your mouth to reply but Gia beat you to it.

“This one guy, he kept trying to get me to come with him, but then Y/n was like no way we’re leaving, and then he started hitting on her, but then he tried to grab her, and she karate chopped his hand! He was so embarrassed!”

You felt yourself blushing at her recollection of events, “I did not karate chop his hand!”

“Yes, you did. It was like in midair when he was talking about his friend that liked you, and then I blinked, and it was gone!”

“Did he try anything?” Gavi’s voice was hard, as he looked at you.

You shook your head, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “No don’t worry. We were fine.”

You felt his body relax under your touch, and one of his hands came to grip your own, “You should have called me sooner. I’m sorry you had to deal with that asshole.”

You felt your heart flutter at his words, “Don’t worry I handled it. But thank you, next time I will.”

Soon you were pulling up to your apartment and hauling Gia up your steps.

“I really wish we had an elevator right now.” Gia groaned as she was being half pulled, half carried up the steps.

You made eye contact with Gavi after hearing her statement, and you had to bite your cheek not to laugh out loud,

“You and me both G.”

Finally, you reached your apartment, and all let out a sigh of relief as she fell onto your bed, passing out almost immediately.

You cringed as you saw her head land centimeters away from the sharp edge of one of your textbooks.

You reached over, clearing the space so she was able to sleep without the risk of a concussion.

You looked up once the area was cleaned to see Gavi looking at you intently, a weird expression on his face almost like he was stuck in his thoughts.

“What? Is everything okay?” You asked unsure, looking down at yourself.

That’s when you realized.

You were still wearing his hoodie, the one that had a massive red stain on it now thanks to the jackass at the club.

You had completely forgotten about it.

You quickly apologized, “Gavi I’m so sorry. Gia called and I was so worried so I grabbed the first thing I could find – and then the guy kept grabbing me and had this drink – anyways,” you let out a huff, “I’m really really sorry, I can buy you a new one.”

Gavi stared at you in surprise, shocked by your outburst, “Y/n relax. It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry I know how much you love this sweatshirt.”

Gavi shook his head slightly smiling, you were just so adorable, and he physically couldn’t hold back the words he’d been dying to say any longer, “I love you more though, so it’s fine.”

“Wha-what?” You stumbled over your words, clearly not expecting such a big revelation.

“I said I love you.” He said it with so much confidence, almost like he was reciting a fact, something that couldn’t be changed, and you melted a little at how sure he sounded.

You didn’t know what to say, your brain still playing those three words on a loop. He loved you. He had said it first.

The silence stretched on and now it was his turn to get nervous, “Is that okay?”

Your mouth was still open in shock, but you quickly recovered,

“Yo-you love me?” Your voice cracked.

“Well, yeah… why would I not?” He asked, eyes locked on yours.

You shook your head, a smile gracing your features as you took a step closer to him, “I love you too, and I’m sorry-”

He cut you off with a sweet kiss, pulling you closer into him, as he slid his hands under the sweatshirt, fingers gently squeezing the soft flesh of your hips.

Your lips moved in sync and your hands went to play with his hair, gently tugging.

You heard him let out a groan and you bit his bottom lip instinctively.

He pulled away out of breath, a dazed look in his eyes, “Joder, you can ruin all my hoodies if this is how you apologize.” He muttered breathlessly.

You rolled your eyes, smiling as he brought you back into him for another kiss.

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companionjones · 7 months

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Goat Legs

Pairing: Charles Xavier x Reader

Fandoms: Marvel, X-Men

Summary: You have the power to see other universes. Sadly, that power controls you.

Warnings: Universes colliding

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"I'm not asking you to take over my position permanently, just for a couple weeks."

Magneto's mood differed from yours completely. While you were relaxed and amused he was annoyed and agitated. "Yes. It starts off with a couple weeks, then you ask for an extension, then, the next thing I know, it's years later, and you and your lover are never coming back."

You laughed, "We're going to Cancun! You're acting as if we're travelling to another dimension."

"How can I expect you to come back here when you don't even want to go home right now?"

That question took you off guard. "I'm sorry?"

"It's time to wake up, Y/n."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"It's time to wake up."

"Stop it, Mag."

"You have to wake up, Y/n."

"I said stop it!"

"You have to wake up right now!"

Charles was in the middle of teaching a class when Raven burst into the room.

"She's awake," was all Raven said.

The professor turned back to his class with quite the worried expression. "Alright, keep reading chapter 12 everyone. Ms. Raven will be taking over for the time being."

The siblings shared a nod before Charles exited the classroom and began booking it down the hallways to get to you.

You were in an isolated wing of the Xavier Mansion. Charles thought it best to house you there so the students didn't hear your screams.

That choice was coming to fruition that day, as it did most days. Charles could hear your screams as he quickly quickly approached your door. His heart always experienced a lot of pain, seeing you like this. He couldn't even read your mind because it was too much for him. Charles could never imagine what it was like for you.

"My love! My love, I'm here. Please, you have to try to calm your mind."

As Charles rushed into your room and knelt at your bedside, you saw many different versions of him. One second, he was older. The next, he was the same age, but in a wheel chair. Then, you saw him bald. You tried to close your eyes to refresh your mind, but all you saw when you blinked was worlds and universes colliding. You screamed out in frustration, and reached out for Charles.

He took your hand and combed your hair with his fingers. "It's alright. It's alright, my love. We're together. We're home. Everything is okay."

"Tell that to Logan. He's lighting his cigar on an on-fire car as the world ends," you described what you were seeing.

It took a couple hours, but your episode had finally ended and you were calming down.

Charles still sat on your bed with you. He still had one of your hands in his, and he was combing through your hair with his free hand.

"You had goat legs," you quietly informed after hours of restless silence.

Xavier appropriately chuckled at that statement. "What?"

"You had goat legs," you repeated. "In one of my visions, you were having a young girl over for tea in the woods, and you had goat legs."

He scoffed. "That sounds like something out of Alice in Wonderland."

"It was quite whimsical," you admitted.

There was another silence between the two of you before you asked Charles, "Tell me about here again?"

He smiled. "We got everyone on our side after Cuba, even Erik. There still some arguments on how we should approach the rest of the world but we all teach the next generation of mutants here, at home."

Despite all the happy news, a tear rolled down your cheek. "I wish I could be more help."

Charles reminded you, "You don't have to be anything more or anything less than you are right now."

"Can we go for a walk? I'd like to see the kids," you told him.

Charles nodded, "Of course," as he helped you out of bed.

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ghostlynachopanda · 1 year

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Envy

a/n: it got seriously cold again for no reason. this one was actually kind of fun to write lol. I tried to figure out something for Tumblr and it didn't work out. enjoy this one pals

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

words: 1.5k

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You and Wednesday decided to hang out after classes today. You both agreed to meet at her dorm since Enid was out having a girls' night. Wednesday wouldn't tell you the amount of cleaning she did when she knew you were coming. Her side of the room was never messy, but she couldn't help but make sure everything was spotless spick, and span. Nonetheless, she was excited to see you again — even if it had only been a couple of hours since she last saw you.

Of course, you were excited too. The prospect of hanging out with Wednesday always makes your heart sing. You learned early she didn't like your attention elsewhere unless you were doing an activity together. That's why you hazardously rushed through all your homework. There was just one issue, doing that made you tired.

The walk to Wednesday's room was a familiar one, something you could do with your eyes closed. The echoes of your footsteps were unnaturally loud in the empty hallways. The particularly loud creak of that one step made you jolt. Either everything was super loud tonight or you were more tired than you thought.

Wednesday could hear you approaching the door. She had grown accustomed to the sounds of your footsteps long ago. Trying not to seem overexcited, she waited for your knock — a rhythm that was unique only to you. When the sound came she stood from her seat, taking a breath to calm her heart before walking to greet you.

Wednesday opened the door to find you slightly slouched and your eyelids drooped more than normal. Both of those things were quickly wiped away, and your facial expression showed one of joy when you caught sight of her. She'd never admit it, but seeing you so happy to see her made her heart beat a little faster.

She silently opened the door wider and stepped aside to let you in. If you noticed how clean her side of the room was you didn’t comment. You just stepped to the side and followed her to her desk and watched as she sit down on her chair. You eyed her for a moment before speaking,

"Have you started your writing time yet?"

She watched as you took a seat on top of the desk, "No, I was planning on doing that once you left."

You nonchalantly hummed in response, eyeing her bed. The bed looked unnaturally comfortable so you ask, "What if you did your writing time now? I'm kind of tired so I could take a nap while you write?"

Wednesday took a moment to look at you before responding. Everything about your body language indicated you were tired. She thought for a moment — as long as you were in the same room it wouldn't matter.

"Sure, that's alright. Would you like different clothes to change into?"

"No, I should be alright. Thank you, though," you said, unintentionally disappointing her. She wanted to see you in her clothes, but she wouldn't ever say that.

You stood up from the desk and started walking towards the bed before you abruptly turned around, "I'm sorry, I forgot to ask if you wanted anything before I took a nap." you said quickly, walking back towards her.

She sent you a look before responding, "If I had wanted anything I would have said something. Now, go take your nap before I change my mind."

With that you slowly nodded, watching her start to pull out her typewriter and set everything up. When her movements are confined to doing things on top of the desk, you swoop down and place a quick kiss on the top of her head. You move back to the bed quickly, already out of arms reach when she whips her head up to face you.

"Why did you-"

"Goodnight, Wednesday!"

She watched you recklessly kick off your shoes, practically jump into her bed and make yourself comfortable. She watched as you wiggle around before finding a comfortable position before looking at her and sending her a sleepy smile. She thought you looked adorable curled up in her black comforter like that.

Wednesday shook her head slightly, wanting to get rid of any thoughts that contained you. It worked for a little bit, her writing went smoothly as you slept soundly on her bed. However, she couldn't stop herself from glancing at you periodically. Every time she looked at you she found it harder to get back to writing. She huffed and shook her head more aggressively this time.

It lasted only a couple of minutes before she looked at you again. This time, you were curled around her pillow. You looked utterly content like that and Wednesday tried to shake the growing resentment towards the pillow. She couldn’t help but push the keys of her typewriter just a little harder when she looked away.

She glanced back at you one more time, hoping to see you pushed the pillow away. No such luck graced her, you were still curled around her pillow looking more peaceful than she's ever seen you. The bottom half of your face was hidden by the pillow held between your arms. Wednesday felt the desire to discard that pillow immediately. As much as she wanted to yank the pillow from your grasp, she was determined to finish her writing time.

Wednesday was hardly able to focus on her writing after that. Her thoughts are consumed by either yanking the pillow away or somehow making it suffer for being comfortable next to you. She moved her hands away from her typewriter once again and clenched her hands into fists. Mentally scolding herself for feeling envious of an inanimate object and for how childish the whole situation is.

When she looked at you again and decided enough was enough. She quickly stood and stomped over to you, who was blissfully unaware of the feelings festering within Wednesday. She stood by the bedside, giving you one more chance to relinquish hold of the pillow. Unfortunately, for the pair of you, you were still asleep. Your hold on the pillow didn’t loosen, forcing Wednesday into action.

Her eyes landed on your face; noticing the crease of your eyebrows was gone and watching your eyes move around behind your eyelids. You looked calm, tranquil even. She felt slightly guilty about what she was about to do until her eyes landed on the pillow. She reached out and yanked the pillow out of your grasp, waking you up in the process.

"Wha-" you started but got cut off.

"I'm throwing this away," Wednesday exclaimed, evidently angry about something.

"What? Why? What happened?" you asked quickly, alarmed by being jolted awake and still half asleep.

"This," she said, waving the pillow in front of your face, "is going in the garbage."

"Wait, Wednesday slow down," you said sleepily, sitting up to rub the sleep from your eyes, trying to wake yourself up faster. "Why are throwing the pillow away? It works fine,"

"It works a little too good," she mumbled looking at the pillow before tossing the offending object somewhere behind her.

"Why did you-"

"Shut up," she said while leaning down to take off her shoes, "if you are to hold anything while sleeping it will be me."

"huh"

"I will not repeat myself" she voiced, climbing into bed next to you — forcing you to make room for her on the bed. She laid down on her back, stiff as a board, and you waited for instructions on what to do next.

Wednesday realized then she hadn't had a plan, she just wanted that godforsaken pillow away from you. She glanced at you in her peripheral and mentally cursed herself — she needs to scold you for making her act so irrationally. She signals for you to move closer, feeling the bed dip slowly then feels your arms wrap around her arm.

The feeling of your arms wrapped around hers made her feel even more resentful toward the pillow. You could feel the anger rolling off of her in waves, so you maneuvered yourself to be able to wrap your arms around her torso.

Wednesday stiffened, "What are you doing?"

"Trying to calm you down," you replied sleepily, wanting to let Wednesday's warmth lull you back to sleep.

It went quiet after that. Both of you are seemingly content with the current situation. Wednesday was pleased you had your arms wrapped around her. You were almost asleep when she spoke up, "I am calm,"

"Liar," you whispered letting the sound of her heartbeat and warmth pull you to sleep.

She took you in, watching as your eyes closed and felt your breaths even out; signaling you were asleep for the night.

Her eyes made their way to the pillow on the floor, she scowled at it and unintentionally pulled you closer to her body. She let the feeling of your arms wrapped around her and your steady breaths lull her to sleep.

tags: @alexkolax @rainbow-love4ever @o638 @tundra1029 @greyscxle-is-taken

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix

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bad268 · 1 month

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Behind the Goal (Pedri X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/FCB

Requested: Yee (ZEP ILY side note tho, what if I wrote for my favorite band people? like idk if anyone wants that but I kinda want to lol)

Warnings: none

POV: Third Person (They/them)

W.C.: 1196

Summary: It started as a harmless prank and ended with a mutual understanding…

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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It was not common knowledge, their relationship. One is a well-known midfielder for FC Barcelona and the other is a university student. It was not often that their schedules aligned enough to go out. Most of their dates had been in one of their houses or at the earliest hours of the day. It was not like they were trying to keep it under wraps. It just kind of happened.

One week, everything lined up. Y/n’s classes were virtual due to a campus-wide power outage that could not be fixed in the near future, and Pedri has (almost) back-to-back matches for the next week. Y/n thought this would finally be their opportunity to see Pedri in action and meet his friends. Despite being together for nearly a year, they had not met any of Pedri’s teammates. Could have been a red flag if not for the complicated schedules they all possessed.

The early morning before the match against Real Madrid was interesting. Y/n woke up early with Pedri, ate breakfast, and worked out with him before starting to attend their classes. Lucky for them, Pedri had left his phone on the charger before he went to shower, and Y/n thought it would be funny to change his lock screen because why not? They took a few silly pictures before going through them and deciding against putting one of the selfies on the lock screen. Instead, they found a cute picture of the two of them together, so they changed the blank screen and put the phone back just as the shower turned off.

Coincidentally, right as Pedri walked out, Y/n had to get on a Zoom call, so they did not need to worry about looking suspicious. Pedri walked up behind them, quietly leaving a kiss on the top of their head as he left for the match, knowing Y/n would meet him there after classes.

Usually, Pedri would put music on as he drove to the stadium, but in his rush, he decided to just listen to the radio. That being said, he did not look at his phone (no texting and driving in this household) the entire trip. It was not until he got into the locker room and met up with everyone that he even thought to check his phone. However, by the time he thought to check his phone, Gavi already had a hold of it.

“Oooo who’s this?” Gavi teased, turning the phone to show Pedri the lock screen. Pedri was confused at first because he did not remember changing his lock screen, but there it was, clearly changed. And to a picture of Y/n and him, no less. “Are you seeing someone and haven't told us?”

“Maybe,” Pedri blushed, reaching over to try and grab the phone from Gavi. “Maybe not. Give me the phone.”

“You are!” Gavi gasped in mock offense. “And you’re keeping this from me? What have I done?”

“It’s not you, Gavi,” Pedri laughed as he tried to grab the phone again. “If you give me the phone, I’ll show you more pictures and call them. Or you could wait until after the match and meet them in person like the original plan.”

“Who’s pictures are we looking at? And who are we calling?” A couple of the other players said amongst themselves, overhearing Gavi and Pedri’s conversation.

“Pedri’s significant other that he did not tell us about,” Gavi answered with a glare toward Pedri as he begrudgingly gave the phone back. “You better show us some good pictures.”

“They’re cute,” Fermin commented as he looked over Gavi’s shoulder at the phone. “Why would you hide them from us?”

“Show us some more, man,” Joao laughed, throwing his arm over Pedri’s shoulders as he messed up Pedri’s hair. “I bet you’ve got better pictures if you know what I mean.”

“I bet he would love to show you a million and one pictures, but it’s time for warmups,” Xavi said as he walked up behind the two.

“Oh, saved by the bell,” Gavi chuckled as he bumped shoulders with Pedri. “After the match right?”

“Yeah, the plan was dinner if you want to meet them in person,” Pedri explained as they ran out onto the grass.

“Team dinner on you? Count me in!” Gavi answered as he ran ahead.

“Not what I meant, but okay,” Pedri grumbled to himself as he followed swiftly after him.

The game was close, ending in Barcelona’s favor 2-1, so the team was ready to celebrate. And it was against their biggest rival no less, so some of them were ready to get steamed. Gavi, on the other hand, just really wanted to know who the secret significant other is.

Despite being at the game, Y/n did not go into the locker room after the win like the other wives and girlfriends of the players. Y/n was not the biggest fan of huge crowds, so they thought it would be best to hang back and meet Pedri at his car when most of the fans had dispersed. Being that they took public transit to the stadium, they did not need to worry about their vehicle. They planned to ride with Pedri to the restaurant and maybe go bar hopping after, depending on the vibe of the team.

It did not take nearly as long as they thought for the stadium to clear out, and they made their way out to the lot. They had a copy of Pedri’s keys, so they used them to unlock the car before climbing in. Then, they texted Pedri to let him know where they were, and almost immediately, he responded, saying that he was on his way out. Again, it did not take long for Pedri to make his way out of the tunnel and toward the car with Gavi, Fermin, and Joao walking in line with him, almost faster.

Pedri pushed the guys towards their own cars, saying, “You’ll meet them at the restaurant.” He waited for Gavi to get in his own car since he was the most reluctant to split off before turning and climbing into the driver’s seat. He leaned over the center console and met Y/n in the middle as they kissed.

“Congratulations on the win. I saw that goal you made,” Y/n praised as they rand their fingers up his chest to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Did you see my surprise?”

“If you’re talking about changing my background to a picture of us, and subjecting me to the teasing I received from the boys, yes. I saw your surprise,” He sighed before planting a kiss on their nose. “The bright side is that the boys are excited to meet you.”

“The way you say that makes me think there is also bad news,” Y/n trailed off as Pedri started the car and started driving out of the lot. “Tell me what happened.”

“A couple of the guys think you're attractive, so now I need to be watching my back.”

“Well, now you know how I feel with all of your fans.”

~~~~~

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kooktrash · 1 year

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Hello hello, how are you doing? If it's okay, I would like to request for the "between roommates" couple, please. I wanted a fluff and maybe domestic scenario with them being happy and cute together. Thank you in advance. =)

this is one of my newer requests sent in but I missed BR!couple soo I made this. thx for sending in request <3

Between Roommates | Jeon Jungkook

warnings: none, just domestic boyfriend!JK. 1.4K words

“So here’s what I’m thinking, I’ll book the Air BnB tonight since we’re already doing things last minute,” Namjoon said to you after a lecture. The two of you were too focused on your talk to notice when your boyfriend of two months came up behind you. All he heard was when Namjoon told you he’d text you and it had him sweeping in.

“Joon hyung, I’ve got my eyes on you,” Jungkook said only half jokingly as he swung an arm over your shoulders dragging you into his side. Jungkook didn’t actually care if you talked to Namjoon stil, since you were all friends, but he did like to joke about it. Sure, sometimes he does get a little—just a little—nervous but he knows your feelings for him are strong. Namjoon knew it was all in fun too so he just gave a cheeky smile, “Whatever, I’ll see you guys later.”

“Are you done already?” You asked once you and Jungkook were walking to the parking lot already, matching backpacks and strides. He nodded, “Class canceled so I'm gonna hop on a match with Tae.”

“Boring,” you said, waving the thought away as you got in his car. The entire drive he kept his hand on your thigh like usual, music playing in the background as you went over things that happened today. When you got to your shared apartment, you retreated to your room while Jungkook ran to his bedroom to power on his monitors and PC.

Despite dating, you still kept your private spaces apart. It didn’t mean that Jungkook wouldn’t hop in your bed every night but this way you both still had a space for all of your belongings. Jungkook kept his gaming things in his bedroom to not bother you, and you had all your things in your own room. Maybe it was because you had lived together for so long as just roommates, you didn’t feel the need to constantly be around each other at home. You kept up with your usual routines except now he can sit you on the kitchen counter and kiss you whenever he wants to.

You changed into your home clothes before doing some homework that you had procrastinated on.

It was about two hours later when Jungkook had gotten tired of playing. He was still online with Taehyung and Yoongi when he heard your commotion in the kitchen. He stopped mid-sentence to listen in on what you might be doing.

“Jungkook, I’m cornered, pay attention,” Taehyung said through his headset but Jungkook just shushed him, “I’m trying to hear what Y/n’s doing.”

He could hear you laugh, talking out loud, probably on the phone and it made him curious. He tried refocusing on the game again but then he heard the clanking of pans and he was pausing the entire game, “Alright, I’ve gotta go.”

“What?” Yoongi asked, “Why?”

“Y/n’s making dinner.” He gave no room for debate as he exited the game and dropped his headset on his chair. He rushed out of his bedroom, “Wait! I’m coming!”

Jungkook slid across the wooden floor in his socks as he nearly crashed into you in the kitchen. You looked up at him, “Are you done gaming?”

“Yeah, I’ll do dinner,” Jungkook said as you stood by the sink filling a pot with water. Your brows furrowed, “It’s fine, I’m just hungry a little early today.”

He bumped his hips into yours nearly sending you flying and it made him smirk in mischief as he took the pot, “You did chores this morning, I’ve got dinner. You go sit in the living room and look cute for me.”

“Just cute?” You asked with a laugh as you did as told, leaving to the sofa and grabbing the remote control, “And here I thought you found me hot.”

“You are hot, smoking caliente hot, but you’re just so cute,” he cooed as he made a motion as if to pinch your cheeks but you were all the way in the living room now. He could see you through the wall opening above the sink and he loved the view. You flicked through Netflix shows as you said, “I left your laundry on your bed, did you even see it?”

He stopped in thought, watching the flame heat up the pot as he turned back to the counter to dice up some vegetables. He hadn’t seen it yet, he was too busy running to play Overwatch. He smiled at the thought of you folding his laundry. This is what he meant when he said you’re just so cute.

Before when you were just roommates, you obviously did things on your own but now everything was different. You always had the same apartment, same P.O. Box and parking spot, that hasn’t changed. What changed was your shared clothes in the hamper, same grocery trips, same bed to sleep in. You wore his shirts now and he stole your socks—sometimes wearing bright Monster High socks that he stole from you inside his black shoes. You did the cleaning and he cooked the meals, it was all very homey.

“I’ll put it away when I’m done,” he finally said, “Thank you, baby.”

He looked over at you again, catching you engrossed in your phone, “Who you talking to?”

“Huh? Nobody,” you said even as you texted away. Jungkook’s brows scrunched together watching your fingers tap against your screen. He let the topic go as he finished up with dinner while you watched tv. It didn’t take long for the food to be ready and he carried your plates to the dining table calling you over.

You set your phone facing down and he looked over at it. When it buzzed with a new notification, you ignored it now that he was close and it made him a little sad. You’re acting strange today.

“So what were you and Joon talking about earlier?” Jungkook asked as he served your plate for you. You shrugged, “Nothing exciting, just class.”

He visibly pouted, “Have you been texting him all afternoon, while your poor boyfriend works away making dinner?”

You chuckled, “You volunteered.”

He released a loud gasp, “So you don’t deny! You’ve been texting him this whole night? I can’t believe you’re cheating on me.”

“Oh my god, shut up,” you rolled your eyes with a smile as he pretended to cry dramatically. He ignored you, weeping louder and more annoying, “Not until you tell me what you’ve been talking about.”

“Fine, come here,” you leaned toward him as he moved closer to you. You pressed a hand to your mouth as you whispered, “It’s a secret.”

He whined, fake crying even louder, “Tell me!” You groaned, “I can’t, it’s a surprise.”

“A surprise?” He perked up, stuffing his face with noodles, “What kind of surprise? Is it for me?”

You didn’t say anything, choosing instead to eat quietly. He nudged your elbow with his as it sat on the table, “Y/n.”

You didn’t respond.

“Y/n.”

“Baby, tell me the surprise. I won’t spoil it.”

“Y/n!” He whined but you just smirked.

“I can’t,” you said but he was relentless the entire meal.

In the end you couldn’t handle it anymore and you ended up blurting out, “We’re planning a trip for your birthday!”

You both gasped, one in excitement and one in disbelief. You groaned loudly, “Ugh now you made me spoil the surprise. Joon’s gonna kill me.”

He rushed to your side, wrapping his arms around you way too tightly, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll act surprised. I’ll even cry in joy and say I never would’ve known, don’t be sad.”

You rolled your eyes, “It’s ruined, sorry.”

“No, it’s not,” Jungkook said as you stood up carrying both of your plates to the sink but he followed after you, “I’ll probably forget.”

“No you won’t.”

“I know, but at least now I can dress accordingly, where are we going?”

“Okay, I’m definitely not telling you that,” you chuckled, already going over the mishap. He smacked his lips, “But how am I supposed to plan my outfits with yours? We have to couple match, it’s my birthday.”

“You’re going to be annoying until then, won’t you?” You asked leaving to your bedroom and he was right behind you. He smiled, hugging you from behind, “Yup, because I’m so excited now, and I forgive you for talking to Joon hyung so much today instead of me.”

“You played for two hours ignoring me.”

“And now I’m gonna spend at least eight hours bothering you tonight.”

::.

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marvelwitchergilmore · 1 year

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Summary; Javier Peña x Fe!Reader -> You meet Peña at a coffee shop but after time passes, he finds out your secret.

Disclaimer: fluff, angst, mentions of guns, mentions of death, illusions to smut, swearing (I think, I haven't proof read this - probably spelling mistakes), spanish is in italics.

You had met Javi one late night in the coffee shop. You were getting the place cleaned up for the morning. Isabella, a regular customer, was sat in the corner with her nose burried deep in her research. The old man who’d you come to know as Pops - a name he told everyone to call him by - was finishing his book closer to the counter. It had been a promise he made to his wife. To read a little, at least, while she was gone. That way they’d have something else to talk about when they met again. Jośe, the young boy who’d run through the door every couple of hours in need of a coffee for his mama and a small cookie for himself, had just left, rushing out of the door going ten miles an hour.

“Good book, pops?” You asked and he looked up and smiled.

“Excellent.”

“Good.” You smiled.

Just as you placed the empty cups from different tables by the counter, the bell above the door rang out. “You open?”

You looked over your shoulder. “Yeah. For a couple minutes.”

“Great.”

He rushed over, you moving the dirty cups from the counter.

“What can I get for you?” You asked in English.

“Coffee. Decaf.”

“Coming up.”

Then it hit him. “How’d you know I was American?”

“What?” You looked to him as you changed the filter. “Oh, uh, just a guess.”

He nodded and looked around, suddenly being met with Pops.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Sweet.”

You smiled and waved to Pops. “Have a good night.”

“Night.”

“Nice Spanish.”

You smiled. “Thanks. I’ve lived here long enough, I should know.”

“I’m Javier, by the way.”

You smiled back and gave him your name which he repeated. It sounded nice.

“So, how long have you lived in Columbia?”

“A couple years. Yourself?”

“Same.”

The conversation ended soon enough when his coffee was paid for - he had something important to get back to.

But the next night, you were closing up again and he came in. In fact, for the following weeks, he came in around the same time every night; just before closing.

He started conversations with Pops who would tell Javier the meaning behind all his books. He actually started taking a couple of night classes at the local college. His wife always told him he needed to socialise more.

She was a people person.

And Javier would sit there and listen. Pops, clearly, was a man who demanded respect with a single look. Something, over the weeks, you realised Peña had, too.

During the week, you had heard rumours about Javier. About his job.

But it was never something you asked him about. You knew more than to ask an American in Columbia if he was working for the government.

But still, he’d come in every day and order a cup of coffee and smoke his cigarette. You’d both talk and eventually, it got to the point where he’d walk you home.

It wasn’t far; maybe a couple of blocks.

You’d tell him why you came to Columbia - your sister. She travelled after college and invited you to join her. But something made you stay.

He ask where you learnt Spanish. You’d tell him school, mostly, but the practice came in while you worked in the coffee shop.

Some days, he’d come in during the day and just talk to you. He’d order a coffee here and there but it mostly remained untouched which wasn’t like him.

Steve had asked questions at work about who Javi was going seeing every day - at first he expected it was to see one of his ‘informants’ but after he began to smell less perfume and more coffee around Peña, it raises his suspicions.

Peña would give a vague answer but when Steve told Connie, she knew instantly.

It wasn’t that a woman’s intuition was lost of Peña, it was just something about Connie that scared him. She seemed to know what he was thinking about whenever she looked at him.

Little did he know, she’d seen him a couple times walk into the same coffee shop and leave with a smile on his face. One Connie nor Steve ever saw on the man’s face.

But surpringly, it took him a while to ask you on a date.

Javier wasn’t one for dating. After all, his job didn’t exactly allow it - especially in Columbia - but Connie (and Pops) thought he would have at least done it sooner. After all, the man came in every day for weeks just to simply spend time with you. He’d walk you home and always made sure you were safe. And god help any man that approached the counter and started flirting with you.

It was like Javier had a radar for those who were flirting with you because each time, not two seconds later, Javier would stroll into the shop and make his way to the counter. Most times, it was like you had a radar for him, too. His coffee would be ready for him to pick up and if the guy wasn’t scared away by the look Peña gave them, he’d order a couple more cups for Steve and Connie (she’d usually come by in the afternoons to check in on him when she had the day off). He’d stay until the guy left and most people who looked away from their books noticed.

And maybe, in truth, you had noticed a little, too. Most guys tended to scarper when Javi walked in. A few of them would even apologise to him and you for thinking differently.

Eventually, when he asked you on a date, you said yes.

He was so nervous. Imagine; Javier Peña, nervous around a woman. Even the heavens wouldn’t believe it.

But he was.

He’d asked after he dropped you off at your apartment. His palms were sweating, his mind was racing, and you were right in front of him.

But the moment you smiled, his nerves eased.

You smiled at him, nodded and said; “I’d love to.”

He smiled back, a little more confident, and before you opened your door, you kissed his cheek.

“Goodnight, Javi.”

“Night, hermosa.”

As you closed your door, leaning against it, you smiled but you knew.

You were in deep trouble.

It didn’t take too long before you were both…intimate with one another. Four dates, in fact. It was longer than either of you had presumed but it kinda made sense. Mostly, the dates went as follows:

You’d both ask questions which the other would answer, just simply wanting to know more. Then, you’d take turns picking the restaurant or bar. Next, you’d both head back to the coffee shop - the temp waitress had a family to get back to in the late nights - where you’d wrap your apron around your waist and serve the last couple cups of coffee to the night owls. Finally, Javi would either walk or drive you home (usually walk since he could hold your hand or wrap an arm around your waist) and finally would kiss you goodnight.

It felt different.

You’d gone on dates before but…they didn’t feel like this. Like…it was the first time but it was also the millionth.

It felt…natural.

Homely.

A couple more weeks passed and you’d see Javier at least once a day. He always pop into the cafe to either kiss you good morning (when you hadn’t spent the night together - which was a rareity) or to kiss you goodnight which, you weren’t ashamed to admit would always turn into something more.

One morning, as Javi lay back in bed, the cover draped over his lower half, he watched as you got dressed by the end of the bed.

But that was when he noticed them.

How he hadn’t before shocked him. It was like he studied every inch of you - and not only in the night but that morning too - and yet, how did they slip by him.

“Hermosa?”

You smiled at the nickname before turning to look at him over you shoulder. You just wished you both had the day off.

“The marks…”

It took you a moment to realise what he was talking about. But then it hit you.

A memory you wished to forget.

“They’re just from…” you contemplated telling him.

He’d understand, right? He never confirmed it fully but you knew he worked as DEA. He’d understand carry a couple extra physical scars from a job, right?

“They’re nothing, Javi.”

You heard him shuffle around before you finally felt his hand on your back, tracing them before placing a soft kiss onto a couple, brushing your hair from your shoulders.

You felt yourself melt into him, his other hand now reaching around your stomach to capture the other side of your waist.

Slowly, you both lay back but then you remembered.

You had a job.

Unfortunately.

Javi groaned. He had one, too.

You pressed a few kisses to his lips before he moved from on top of you and headed for the bathroom, him leaving you resting on your forearms with a huge blush across your cheeks.

God, you were falling.

Hard.

It would be a while longer until Javier would find out the truth behind those scars; Find out the story that came with them and you.

And it wasn’t in any way either of you thought it would happen.

4 months later…

The sun was still burning hot over Columbia. Thankfully, however, the humidity was becoming less close and claustrophobic.

Yourself and Javi had been going pretty strong. You had met Steve and Connie - albeit a little surprisingly.

One of your waitresses had cut their hand whilst cutting up some of the breads for lunch later that day. Connie had been passing on the street with Olivia when one of the customers ran out asking for a nurse or doctor.

Connie came rushing inside.

After asking for your first aid kit and a space away from the customers, she handed you Olivia who you stood with in the kitchen as Connie cleaned out the wound and did what was necessary.

“You’re lucky. It doesn’t need stitches. Just keep it wrapped and clean.”

Your waitress, Elena, looked to you confused. You translated in Spanish and she nodded before thanking Connie.

You gave Elena the rest of the day and offered Connie a cup of coffee and some food on the house. She thanked you before sitting down at one of the tables and placing Olivia on her lap.

Yet, by the time you finished up, Javi had come strolling in and was a little shocked to find Connie sat inside.

And, as suspected, Connie was shocked to find Javi there, too. But then it began to make sense.

The smell off the coffee shop - it was Javi.

It was you.

Later that night, after Connie had insisted, you sat down and had a double date with Connie and Steve at a local place.

Steve was glad Peña had finally found someone. As much as he himself had enjoyed the single life, there was just something about being married. About having someone to go to when things got too tough.

And, this was something, if Steve ever said it out loud, Jacier would have to agree with.

Sometimes it was like you were the only thing keeping him breathing. Keeping his mind awake when all it wanted to do was drown in the crime and the cases he delt with on a daily basis.

The last six months, from the moment of meeting, it had felt like bliss.

But sometimes it felt like Javi was waiting for the other shoe to drop. And, although you never voiced it, you did, too.

And finally, late one night in the coffee shop, it did.

Javi had worked later than he’d wished to have done. His paperwork had kept him back, making seven typing errors in one sentence.

Most of the time, he wouldn’t bother. But with Messina…everything had to be up to code.

And legible.

But as he walked up the street, he found flashing lights outside your coffee shop, a waitress sat by the ambulance getting patched up and no sign of you.

His heart dropped.

“Peña?”

One of the cops recognised him. “I wasn’t aware we’d called the DEA.”

“You…what happened?”

“Oh, uh, robbery. Or, attempted. Two shooters. One deceased.”

“And the other?”

“Hospital.”

“How?”

“The owner faught. One of them came from the back and sneaked up on her. She said she was fine and needs to go home. We’re gonna bring her in for questioning tomorrow.”

Peña nodded, trying his best to keep a clear mind. So you was okay? Why hadn’t you called him?

As quickly as he could, he ran to his car and sped down the roads towards your apartment. But the closer he seemed to get, the more he began to panic.

You had faught?

It wasn’t that he was surprised but…no, he was surprised. Most people when met with two armed gun men didn’t exactly fight against them. Especially when the only other person in the shop had been knocked clean out and now had a severe concussion.

But you had faught. You had, what? Killed one gun man and injured the other?

This seemed more than just a robbery, to Peña. He didn’t exactly know why. Maybe it was the fact that the toll hadn’t even been touched. Maybe it was the fact that they’d knocked out one of the waitresses. Maybe it was the gun they had been using - Peña saw them as they got taken in for evidence.

This couldn’t have just been a robbery.

Peña didn’t bother knocking. He knew where you kept the spear key and he knew the code.

He shouted your name as he entered, shutting the door behind him. “Honey?!”

Javier had to double back as he passed the enterence to you living room. There you were, sat on the sofa, blood splattered across your body, hair, arms and clothes. You had a first aid kit open in front of you. Javier could see the bloody gauzes in a pile in the table.

“I’m fine-“

He rushed in, pulling you up and hugging you. God, he thought you might have been dead. That the cop had got it wrong and he’d decided to just hear what he wanted to.

But he didn’t.

You were here.

You were alive.

Are.

“Cariño,” Javi’s voice was soft as he took you in. Any anger he had right now could be saved for later. All that mattered was that you was alive.

You pulled back from him to sit back down. You needed to clean the wound.

One of the gun men had got you. Thankfully it wasn’t too bad and since it was night, you got away with telling the cop the stain on your uniform was from the kitchens.

Peña pushed the first aid beside him as he sat on your coffee table, you knees interlocked with his.

“It doesn’t hurt?” He asked you after a couple of minutes. He was shocked. Most men he’d met would be at least grunting in pain by now.

You shook your head.

Something changed in Javi. His back became straighter, his gaze more focused.

“Those scars. How did you get them?”

“Javi.”

“There’s something you’re not telling me.”

“They’re nothing-“

“Bullshit.”

You stared him down. He wouldn’t budge.

“How did you fight? Those men. One is dead and the other will probably do so in hospital. What happened?”

“Nothing.”

“Y/N.”

You bursted. You tried your best to look away as Javi questioned you but when he said your name…

“I was a cop, alright!” You hadn’t meant for it to sound so loud.

Javi just looked at you. You hadn’t told him? Was this how you got the scars?

You sighed as you looked down. Well, it was out in the open now.

“I was a cop, back in the states. FBI.” You explained, your voice a little quieter now. “I had a partner, a couple years back. We had been working on a case for months. Turns out, all the information, all the insider stuff he’d found - it had come from him. He wanted into their circle. The people I had seen die, everyone’s families and children and friends had all died because he was the mole. He would tell the group where to find the families, he’d tell us he knew where the groups would be that night. Then he’d go back and inform them that we were on our way. It as fucked up.”

Javi waited for you to continue.

“Look, I felt something was wrong so I tailed him one night. I put a call in and somehow…he found me one night. He caught be by the shipyard. When my agents finally turned up, I was almost dead. When I woke up in hospital, a guy came in. CIA. I had a bag packed, my life covered up and a plane ticket to wherever I wanted to go.”

“So you came to Columbia?”

“My sister stopped over for three days and I stayed. I don’t know what made me but I did. An agent found me a job at a local place since I wasn’t ready to go into the field or anywhere near it. The job stuck and then I decided to buy the place.”

“And the guys?”

“Local gang, I guess. They look into everyone’s background and they must have thought something was up with mine.”

“Did they say anything?”

“Just that I was American and that I had a dirty secret.”

“They know you were a fed?”

You shook your head. “Probably thought I was an informant or some shit.”

Javier nodded. You could see the worry in his eyes.

“I’m fine, Javi.”

“You could have told me, you know.”

You looked at him. Maybe. Maybe you could have told him earlier. Maybe you should have told him earlier. But what would that have done? Make him worry more? Make him panic when you were left alone?

You’d been in Columbia a good few years before you met Javi. You were one of the best agents the FBI had in the field and - if you ever wanted it - there was a job waiting for you at the FBI in the states, the CIA or, probably now, the DEA.

You were protected. By your career, by your knowledge, by your skills and by the fact that you entire past had been burried so deep, not even the Pentagon had access to it.

Your gaze was both soft and serious.

“I’m telling you now.”

Over the next hour, Javi went to your bathroom and grabbed a fresh face cloth before getting a bowl of warm water. Sitting back in his place on the table, he held your chin softly, Turing your face so he could wipe away the splats of dried blood.

Once he finished, he placed the cloth down and turned back when he felt your hand grip his.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

Javi just nodded, interlocking his knees with yours once more. “I get it. I do. I just wish…”

“I know.”

You both shared a look with one another. It didn’t need to be said out loud.

Peña leaned in, and pressed a secure kiss to your lips.

You would be okay.

You are alive.

And, over time, more stories would be revealed. What happened on certain jobs, what scars came from where, what they signified…

But in this moment; it didn’t matter.

All of that could wait until tomorrow.

For tonight, he wanted to show you what you meant to him. He’d say the words soon enough, but right now, he just needed to show you.

And you were okay with that.

After all, you felt the exact same way.

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