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chevelleneech · 23 hours

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Both Buck/Tommy and Buddie shippers are being so dramatic about everything.

On one hand, you have people acting like Buck and Tommy is written in the stars and anyone who dislikes them are being unjust and hateful. On the other, you have people acting as if Buck can’t possibly be in a relationship with a man who isn’t Eddie, and claiming he can is somehow based in racism and hatred of Eddie.

Neither is true! The problem is that prior to 7x04, Evan Buckley was not a canon queer character. He was viewed that way by fans and Oliver Stark was all for it, but that does not change the actual canon history of the character. Therefore, the writers can only fix what they feel fits the current story. They can retcon a few things and so on, but both sides are acting like they’re right, and it makes no sense.

Yes, Buddie shippers have Oliver and Ryan on their side for the most part. Yes, Oliver believes Buck has been queer all along and he thinks a lot of the headcanons about his character’s reaction to things make sense, but he is NOT saying it’s all true. He agrees Buck was likely experiencing some jealousy when Eddie first showed up, but that does not mean Tim Minear is going to make that theory canon. It’s fans and Oliver who think it, but that does not equal canon.

As well, with things being slightly retconned or adjusted to fit the story… Tommy is obviously no longer an asshole by proximity. He was rude to Hen and Chim, but we’ve seen he him interact with the two of them since in civil ways. We know Chim thinks he’s cool. Continuing to demand he apologize on screen is a waste of time. It was five seasons ago, and the story had to change to fit Tim bringing his character back. It happens.

As for Buck/Tommy shippers, y’all have got to get off the high horse of Possibility. At the moment, there are so many ways their relationship can go, and the only reason you all are so high and mighty about it, is because you’re technically never going to be wrong until you’re wrong. Which is annoying.

Yes, Tim could choose to have Tommy stick around for another season. Yeah, Buck and Tommy could be endgame. Yeah, Buck and Tommy could… any and everything is possible, but acting as if Tommy is the love of Buck’s life and deserves fan devotion is crazy. Don’t get me wrong, I like the character. He seems nice if a little cocky, but I like that. I like that he’s written as a grown man who, even though he’s changed, still has a little bit of asshole in him.

Because yes, what he did to Buck on their first date was rude. He didn’t explain anything and left him standing outside the restaurant as if he hadn’t just told him he’s never dated a man before, and as if they hadn’t just run into his best friend. It was a dick move. However, it’s also kinda realistic. So I dug it, but that’s also all we really know about him.

Tommy is an army vet, flies helicopters, was a firefighter, and is gay. Which he struggled to come to terms with, and can be a dick. The way y’all treating him like a savior is insane. Y’all are trying to rub it in people’s face that his relationship with Buck is canon while Buddie isn’t, and I don’t understand that. Buck wasn’t even bisexual three episodes ago, so where is this higher than thou attitude even coming from?

The only thing people should be focused on is the fact that Buck is now canonically bisexual. Tim liked the idea and Oliver loved it, so they finally made it happen. Now, his story has even more potential. I’d even go so far as to say season 7 is going to be a cleaning and re-establishing of all the characters, because so many of them feel a little different.

We’ve got bi!Buck, meaning we’ll get to see him in one or more relationships that he isn’t used to being in. We’ve got a new actor playing Harry, and he’s older, meaning they’re going to have to write to his strengths and build a storyline there that is more mature. Bobby and Athena almost died together for real for real, thus hopefully we’ll get to see their relationship evolve and what if it changes them in any way. Chim and Maddie are finally getting married, so we get to see them kickstart a new chapter together. Hen and Karen have a new child, which will hopefully bring them more storylines and hijinks as a family. And Eddie is dealing with forcing himself to accept a relationship he may not even want to be in. And he’s aware this time, which could result in him ignoring his fears or bowing out, then having to face what bowing out means.

Point is, there is no reason for all this drama.

Buddie is not guaranteed just because it is a popular want for fans, and an accepted theory by the actors and showrunner. They’ve all said it has to fit the overall story without forcibly gearing the writing in that direction. Which means it could happen two episodes from now or two seasons from now. We just have to wait and see.

At the same time, Buck and Tommy are not an established couple yet. They’re going on their second date, and it’s been said Tommy isn’t in the last few episodes of the season. So it’s possible he and Buck are still together, but Lou isn’t a series regular nor regular recurring, so he’s just not contracted to be on set. Which is fine, but acting like a quick breakup is also bad storytelling is ridiculous.

Fans have hated Buck’s relationships with women from the jump, and him breaking up fast isn’t exactly new. So if it happens with the first man he dates… okay. Tommy can become more than a stepping stone, but the writers aren’t obligated to make his first experience with a man something deep and profound. It can be fun and eye-opening and still have mattered, even if it ends fast.

Y’all have got to let the stories play out, and not scream bloody murder if your headcanon doesn’t become canon. Because truth be told, Buck being canon bi is the biggest flex of fan service I’ve ever seen, even if I think it adds to the depth of him. So I can’t imagine how difficult it is to be sure not to continue giving that same group of fans everything they want outright, when there’s so much more story to unfold.

Which means they can’t just make Tommy the love of Buck’s life because Buck/Tommy fans have ditched Buddie or were never Buddie shippers, and want to be right. But they also can’t have Eddie come out and he and Buck start dating, because Buddie shippers have waited five seasons. Just wait to see what happens, and in the meantime, enjoy watching Buck discover more of himself. With Tommy as his current love interest, and Eddie as his best friend.

#911 abc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #tommy kinard #buddie #bucktommy

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greykolla-art · 3 months

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Unstoppable villain, meet immovable agent of friendship!

I was wondering in what circumstances Charlie would just OFFER her soul to Al.

And he would short circuit as all his manipulation plans become unnecessary.

Cause Charlie cares about her friends and if they need help she won’t hesitate.

#grey art #fan art #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel comic #charlie morningstar #Alastor #hazbin alastor #the radio demon #he is so pathetic I don’t think he realises that #buddy you know what shows true strength???#being vulnerable #you are emotionally weaker than a puppy!#I love him so dearly #also Charlie!#she cares and that’s not naïveté #she’s so strong and brave !#if Alastor abuses her gift in this scenario then he’s a worm #god this show is good

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pinkacademiaprincess · 7 months

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“she’s like a real life elle woods…”

fictional study icons guide, part 2: elle woods

relentlessly chase your goals

similar to rory, elle set her sights on harvard law and let nothing get in her way. people doubted her, she had no background in law, and nevertheless she made it happen. having a goal and wanting something is one thing, but you have to make it happen. elle spoke with an academic counselor, created a plan for herself, and meticulously checked off all the requirements. you can’t just sit around and hope you get what you want! determine the end goal, outline all the steps that you need to take to get there, and get to it.

have faith in yourself

throughout the process of getting into and attending harvard law, elle dealt with so many people who doubted her, were mean, and underestimated her. if she listened to all those people, she never would have applied or stayed in law school. no one knows you like you know yourself, so do not let strangers’ negative opinions of you rule your life. people assumed elle was unintelligent and not fit for law school, but she knew that she could succeed and she did. no one decides what you can or can’t do but you. tune out any criticism that isn’t constructive, focus on your strengths, and seek your goals.

let your personality shine

elle always had a strong sense of self. even when she started going to law school, in a totally new environment from her previous college, she stayed true to her personality. she continued dressing in pink outfits, getting her hair & nails done, and got school supplies to match her girly aesthetic. when you go to class, let your personality show through your outfits, accessories, school supplies - find little ways to bring yourself happiness through self- expression. especially when school and classes might seem to rule your life, these small personal touches will help keep you positive.

study with others

elle used the tactic of studying with others to help stay focused & accountable. when she was studying for the lsat, she had one of her sorority sisters keep her on track & practice with her. for some, it can be helpful to “body double,” or to have someone else with you while you study/ work to keep you on task. it might also help to have a study buddy to quiz you and work through problems together. at harvard she also tries to join a study group, which shows she generally thrives when studying/ working in a group setting. if this is something that works for you, find a classmate or group of classmates willing to meet up & body double or study together!

stay active

nowadays, a lot of schooling requires you to either sit at a laptop or hunch over notes for countless hours of your day. being seated for so long with questionable posture is not good for you, humans are meant to be active! elle is shown walking on a treadmill while she studies, and combining physical activity with schoolwork can be really effective for some. engaging your body while engaging your mind might help you focus better. otherwise, try to get some daily movement to give your body a break from being stiff & seated. find physical activity that you enjoy - going for walks outdoors, taking a sports class, hitting the gym, doing a youtube workout video, playing music & dancing like a maniac - move your body and have fun with it! in the words of elle, “exercise gives you endorphins, endorphins make you happy.”

pet therapy!

elle woods is always accompanied by her beloved chihuahua bruiser. spending time with animals is a great way to boost your mood & relieve stress. if you have a pet, spending time with them, petting them, having them in your lap or nearby are all ways you can take advantage of their presence to feel happier & more relaxed.

that’s all! elle is such an inspiration to me tbh. she really embodies that being true to yourself & being kind to others are the keys to success. good luck in your studies! 🩷

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loveyourownsmiilee · 4 days

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Like honestly as a Buddie shipper, what the fuck are we supposed to focus on??? What does all of this mean if not Buddie canon???

We get closer than ever this season. There’s a lot of changes in the relationship and how we interact. We’re trying to give the audience what they want.

Well, there’s something brand new for both of us. I can only say that much.

Outside of Christopher, Buck would be the second closest thing that he can have as a relationship.

And then go to Buck and say, 'I trust you with my child, and I see how much you put in for my son; this goes beyond friendship, and I love you to the core. To have that sense of vulnerability is a sense of strength that has been shown.

And the way Eddie navigates that is just kind of a no, that's just who he is. And nothing ruffles my feathers. Even if you break my ankle or maim me, it's fine. That's who he is, and I love him either way. And there's no competition for Eddie.

I don't think that the Buddie fans are wrong.

There is a chemistry there that exists just naturally, so we don't have to try and lean into that or lean away from that. We just let it flow.

Oh, 100%. 100%. I watch certain edits and I think 'Am I Team Buddie?' because there are really talented editors out there. And you know how it is.

Obviously Eddie and Ryan who plays him is obviously an attractive man.

I think with this season 7, we got a lot in store for the audience. You give them what they’ve known and a lot of what they don’t.

There’s a scene in the first episode, where Eddie reveals that he's going — or he mentions a first date, and it in fact ends up being Christopher's first date. And Buck has this moment of "Oh. I thought things were going great with Marisol...' So little moments where I felt like, 'Is there scope to play with Buck?'

They've both become quite embedded in each other's lives. "I think they've kind of bonded and connected on so many levels, whether it be work, their personal lives and then add in that kind of fun dynamic where they clearly do just get on well. I think it's just a nice recipe for a good relationship, however you choose to see it.

There's some really beautiful stuff between him and Eddie and kind of them being open and sharing things with each other that they may have been reluctant to share with—I know how that's going to be taken. But it's true. [They're] there for each other in a very kind of open and nonjudgmental way.

They get to show up for each other in different ways. Moving forward there’s almost like potential for things to come up in a not so great light. But we get to see their friendship persevering, and them being there in ways they didn’t necessarily expect for each other. And I just, it’s a really lovely journey for them this season.

Eddie doesn't really have a sense of direction, so he reaches out for the closest person, and that closest person is Buck.

And Eddie was a mess. I think at that moment, the friendship had a turning point and now has allowed Buck and Eddie to really share as much or whatever they'd want, the scariest things in the world they could share with each other. And we're going to be seeing more of that this season.

As far as [Eddie's] sexuality, I think it's pretty clear that he's tried to fill in this motherly, this wife type role—that's all he knows…"And he's a man [that] first off, he's Catholic. Second off, he's from the military. So those are very straight-edge kind of lifestyles that don't offer too much of exploring. But through the 118, he's had this epiphany each year, like, 'Well, maybe I don't know as much as I thought I did. And maybe I should be exploring a little bit more and maybe I should understand myself a little bit more and even seek a therapist, which is something new for Eddie.

He is actually starting to figure out who he is outside of 'I am an Army man who has a silver badge! ... He's way more than that. He's starting to live in that [feeling] a little bit more, and I think that's freeing to him.

At this point we can’t be reading between the lines or coming to random conclusions when every thing said is so blatantly obvious.

#buddie #ryan guzman #oliver stark #ryliver #LIKE WHAT DOES ALL THIS MEAN #HOW IS IT ALL NOT LEADING TO BUDDIE #yes I’m back with another compilation sue me #thank you for coming to my ted talk

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m0chisenpai · 1 year

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Can you write a fic about Jake sully x reader where she has a terrible father and she completely shut him out of her life and one day he comes back for reader and Jake is just super protective over her? <3

father!jake sully x daughter!reader

You often forget you were once human along with your adoptive father. Then moments would ground you, and remind you of that little star in the sky you’d once call home. And the primal look in your fathers eye right now looked far from human.

You’d never heard your father hiss like that before and you hoped you never did again. Usually, when you did he would playfully bare his fangs at you and you would copy him with a fit of giggles. But his teeth now bared in a show of dominance against the man who held your arm in his.

“Let her go” Jake spat out and the man immediately tightened his grip. You felt like the world would end right then and there, the new life you’d knit together came unraveling in front of you.

Your father made a name for himself as soon as he caught wind of Pandora. When you were younger you were naive to it. All you knew was that daddy would spoil you with a pretty little dress, and a bigger dollhouse cause he got special rocks from this planet in the sky.

Then you got older and you heard things, whispers from the cracked doors of that study. How he was investing his money toward some foreign element with an old college buddy, Parker Selfridge. You were still a child, just well into entering those double digits, but all you knew was from that day on every gift your father gave burned your hands.

You would have given anything to get away from your father. Perhaps you were only there to carry the name, but you ran from that gilded cage long ago. You convinced Grace Augustine you were some young prodigy in the making and the woman was more than welcome to teach you about the plant life on the planet and about the Na’vi people.

Life was beautiful again. Following the war, you found this as a gift from Eywa herself, the chance to love and be loved by a real family. Neytiri spent her days on the hunt even while pregnant and you trained by her side, learning the ways of the hunter and the future Tsahik. She loved you fiercely and saw you as hers despite not sharing blood.

None of you expected a search party to be placed, yet here you stood in the grasp of the man who once called you father. Jake saw red when he heard your cries and found you in the arms of the man. His heart thudded in his ears, the world around him a blur as you had his entire focus.

His eyes calculated every nervous shift the man whom you once called father stepped back with you held tight. “Y/N tell that thing you are not one of them.”

This only elicited another primal hiss and fangs bared at him and your father finally released you and took a slow step back. “Ok, ok.” He finally released you from his hold and you quickly ran to Jake who kept his eyes trained onto the human but reached a hand back to press into your stomach.

“Y/N, baby I know things went so badly wrong. But please. Come home baby, we miss you. We’ll do what we can to fix you back and mama is home ready and waiting. Please baby.” And you felt tears fall, because it was all a lie. Your father used that very tone when you ran up to him in a fit of tears begging to know if your friends were true, that Santa wasn’t real. And he rubbed his hand down your back and cooed at you with syrupy words that the man was indeed real.

Those sticky sweet words make your stomach burn as you tightened the grip on Jake’s hand, no your father’s hand. “I wanna go home, please.”

“I know baby, we’re going home. Let me fix this baby.” he whispered back, lacing his fingers with your own and squeezing what strength he had into you.

The human cooed your name again, and you balled up your fist hissing weakly at him.

“This is home” you retaliated, “not back there. Not where I was a shadow, a guest in the place that was supposed to be home. Mama didn’t want me and you knew it just as much as she did. You abandoned me once you can do it again.” Your nails dug into Jake’s palm as your voice raised and your eyes screwed shut as you pressed your forehead to his back, taking in gasps full of air.

“Y/N.” He took a step forward, arms reached out and Jake lowered himself over you more, tail swishing in agitation as he prepared himself. “Baby, I don’t want to cause a muck on this planet, you don’t want to bring unnecessary harm. Just come home and we can leave the natives alone. No unnecessary bloodshed.” His hand once again reached out, the dark glint of metal shined in Jake’s eye.

He knew what that was slung over his shoulder. He was no match against it, and who was to say he wasn’t surrounded now? That their wasn’t an army waiting for him, ready to attack if he came back empty handed.

Yet just as he went to take another step forward arm reaching to his weapon, an arrow shot from the trees above and lodged itself in front of where your fathers hand would have been had he not moved back fast enough.

Your eyes flickered into the trees above where your mother stood, arrow drawn with another bow. She gracefully leapt down, her stance unwavering as she took a spot beside her mate. Eyes never once leave the human man whose face was painted in fear. “Another word, and I shoot again.”

Silence fell. All you could hear and see was your father whose arms fell in defeat finally turning his back to you, arms raised. When he was far enough your fathers arms gathered you into his chest where he pressed you so tight you feared you would pop.

“You’re fine baby, let it out” his words washed over you as you let your cries out, gripping onto him tightly. His words and Neytiri’s hands stroking your back brought you peace. You were safe, you were home.

#avatar x reader #jake sully x daughter reader #jake sully x reader

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lynetianya · 8 months

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Gym Buddies [ Ryujin X Reader ]

Ryujin, a famous idol known for her beauty and charisma, unexpectedly falls for a gym-goer with a cute personality and a gorgeous body. As they become workout partners, Ryujin's admiration for her new friend deepens.

GENRE : Fluff

TYPE : One Shot, All Gender

Ryujin was used to the spotlight. As a famous idol, she had fans who adored her from all corners of the world. With her striking looks and charismatic presence, she was undoubtedly one of the hottest celebrities around. But little did she know that her world was about to change when she encountered you, a seemingly ordinary person who possessed a special charm.

It all started one sunny morning at the local gym. Ryujin had always been a fitness enthusiast, and she rarely missed her workouts. On this particular day, she arrived at the gym, dressed in stylish activewear that showcased her enviable curves and toned physique. Her presence turned heads as usual, but what caught her attention was you, a regular gym-goer who had a cute personality and a gorgeous body that was hard to ignore.

As Ryujin began her workout routine, she couldn't help but steal glances at you. Your dedication to your exercises was admirable, and your friendly demeanor was infectious. It was as if your presence had a magnetic pull on her, slowly breaking down the walls she had built around herself as a celebrity.

Over the next few weeks, Ryujin and you found yourselves working out together more often than not. It started with a casual conversation about your workout routines, and before they knew it, you were inseparable gym buddies. Ryujin was amazed by your strength and determination, and she couldn't help but admire you from afar.

One day, she mustered up the courage to ask you if you'd like to work out together. Your eyes lit up with excitement as you agreed, and from that moment on, your gym sessions became a joint endeavor. Ryujin, who was used to being the center of attention, found solace in the fact that you treated her like any other person.

As the days turned into weeks, your bond deepened. Ryujin was drawn to your cute personality, and she found herself sharing her thoughts and dreams with you. She realized that she could be her true self around you, without the need for the mask of a famous idol. And you, in turn, were enamored by her kindness and down-to-earth nature.

Ryujin had always been known for her fashion sense, and she loved buying clothes that accentuated her curves and muscles. However, she discovered a newfound joy in helping you pick out stylish workout gear. You were surprised by her willingness to help, but Ryujin insisted that it was her way of showing appreciation for your friendship.

Shopping trips with Ryujin became a regular occurrence. She would carefully select outfits that she thought would enhance your natural beauty. The two of you would spend hours in boutiques, trying on different styles and laughing together. It was during these moments that Ryujin realized she had fallen for you, not just as a workout partner but as something more.

Ryujin was not just a gym buddy; she had become your confidante and best friend. She had a unique way of making you feel special, both inside and out. She showered you with compliments, reminding you of your beauty and worth. She called you her baby, a term of endearment that made your heart skip a beat.

Whenever you faced criticism or negativity from others, Ryujin was there to lift you up. She would hold you close and reassure you that their words didn't matter. She reminded you that you were strong, beautiful, and deserving of all the love in the world. With her by your side, you felt invincible.

Ryujin couldn't contain her feelings any longer. She had fallen deeply in love with you, and it was evident to everyone around her. She would brag about you to her fellow idols and the staff, proudly declaring that she had the most loving and protective girlfriend in the world.

One evening, as you both sat on the rooftop of her apartment building, watching the city lights twinkle below, Ryujin couldn't hold back any longer. With a nervous yet determined smile, she took your hand and looked into your eyes.

"Y/N," she began, her voice trembling with emotion, "I can't imagine my life without you. You've brought so much happiness and love into my world. Will you be mine, officially? Will you be mine?"

Tears welled up in your eyes as you nodded, your heart overflowing with joy. In that moment, under the starry night sky, Ryujin leaned in, and your lips met in a sweet, passionate kiss.

From that day forward, your love story with Ryujin continued to blossom. You were no longer just gym buddies but soulmates who shared a deep and unbreakable bond. Your relationship was a testament to the power of love and how it could break through the barriers of fame and fortune.

And as you held hands and walked through life together, you both knew that your love story was the most beautiful adventure you had ever embarked upon. Ryujin, the hot idol, and you, the one who had the ability to make her mask crumble with your cute personality and gorgeous body, were destined to create a love story for the ages, one that would be cherished forever.

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#ryujin #ryujin oneshot #ryujin itzy #itzy oneshot #itzy fanfic #kpop fanfic #kpop fluff #ryujin x reader #ryujin x you #itzy

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ywpd-translations · 6 months

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Ride 749: The last Straight Road*

(NdT.: same pun Kinaka always makes with his name and the word for straight road)

Pag 1

1: I....

3: Imaizumi-san!!

4: Go- good work!!

Good work!!

You were taking a long time for this lap

Pag 2

1: Yes, teh, I got a fl-fl-flat- my bike!!

Yessir!!

2: It's the tire!!

4: Only tires can get a flat

Ah- damn, yes, that's right

Right!!

6: I thought something like this might have happened, so I brought these

Replacement tubes, tire levers, and a pump. Use them

Pag 3

2: This is unusual!! I never thought Imaizumi-san was the attentive type – is it just for us!?

Yeah!! I thought first and second years were just not important to him....

3: You don't want to use the,?

We'll use them, thank you so much!!

4: You saved us, teh....!!

That's true

6: Ah, uhm... but..... Imaizumi-san

Earlier you said that

7: Sugimoto-san won't come”, what did you mean?

Pag 4

1: He retired

Pag 5

1: He's still displayed on the board, but

3: There's still time until midnight

If Sugimoto-kun....

4: Please leave the possibility open in case Sugimoto-kun wants to come back!!

5: Onoda insisted

6: Re... tired.....

Sugi..... moto-san....

Pag 6

1: He used up all his stamina and mental strength in his fight against Danchiku, and he was defeated

2: You didn't notice because you've been on the course the whole time

4: Ah... actually, when it got dark, Sugimoto-san and Danchiku-san passed us various times... teh

Huh!? That? So at that time-!?

5: You have no time to talk about unimportant things

As soon as you're done with the repairs, run, first years

6: Soon

Pag 7

1: Waa, ye-yes, teh, thank you for the tools

Yeah, there's still 40km

2: If we join our strengths....

Don't cooperate

5: Teh!?

7: From now on, you can't allow yourselves to run like friends

8: Huh....

Our “buddies” stickers.....!?

You have to fight

Pag 8

1: And win the last spot to be an Inter High member!!

Pag 9

1: Fa.... ight....

2: Against.... Kinaka-kun

3: Against.... Rokudai

4: 35km left!!

Gooo!! Kinakaa, Rokudaii!!

Do your best...!!

5: I feel like they'll be able to run the 1000km!!

Amazing!

Ah, but there was no distance between them just now?

Pag 10

1: Fight....

2: The spot as a regular in the two-times national champion, Sohoku....

3: I can't take it by just being friendly....!!

4: And also

5: There's Sugimoto-san's wish!!

Pag 11

1: Wa- wait, please, Imaizumi-san

But.... if in this training camp the condition to become the sixth regular was to finish the 1000km first....

2: Then why did Sugimoto-san and Danchiku-san race!?

4: I came here to give you a message from Sugimoto

5: I think, I think it's necessary, you know

Sohoku is a team that connect and support each other

6: Just like during our first year, you, Naruko, and Onoda, connected your wishes and aimed for the goal

7: And last year Kaburagi ran with Aoyagi-san and carried the team until the mountains on the third day

8: So I think we need it

9: Our third year Inter High members

Pag 12

1: Definitely need a “first year”!!

3: Even if he knew he was making his own situation worse, he thought about the best shape for the team would be

4: He accepted it, and fought

Pag 13

1: For the fifth place

3: Among the first years, those two are left, I look forward to see what they do!!

That's too much food

4: Danchiku probably understood it, too

That's why he fought with all his strength

6: Now you two have to run with the weight of those expectations on your back!!

7: Fight, against your opponent and against yourself!! Use all your strength

Pag 14

1: And pull to yourself that last jersey!!

2: Straaa-

Pag 15

1: Straight roaaad!!

2: - traight!!

3: …. ngh

Ugh.....

4: Kinaka-kun.....

5: Don't cry, Rokudai!!

Pag 16

1: What are you doing, oi!! I'll leave you behind like this!! I'll tear you off!!

If you give up, then it's lucky for me!!

2: My goal has always been the Inter High jersey!!

To get back at those senpai who made fun of me!!

3: To show it to the Onii-san who taught me how to ride bikes!!

So, for that....

6: So I'm telling you not to cry!!

Pag 17

1: But, Kinaka-kun....

It's that your “Straitgh road”, wasn't fast at all....!!

4: You knee? It's your knee, right?

Since when? Since a while ago?

5: Since when we were at about 800km

Pag 18

1: It's a race, Rokudai

2: You should have told me, teh

I didn't notice, teh!!

3: I'm such an incapable former manager, teh....

4: Since when I lost to you in the first years' race

6: I've been thinking that I would definitely not lose the next time we race

7: Even though the truth is that I don't really care about that anymore

So, once again...

Pag 19

1: It's a race, Rokudai!!

3: Let's do it, Rokudai!!

I can't, teh

4: Race me, pedal!!

I don't want to, teh....

5: Fight me!!

I won't pedal, teh

Pag 20

1: Because, if I fight you now, Kinaka-kun, I'll end up winning, teh

Pag 22

1: With that kindness of yours, support our senpai during the Inter High

#yowamushi pedal #yowamushi pedal translations #yowapeda #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal manga #yowamushi pedal spoilers #ride 749 #the tags arent enough for the essay i want and need to write about this chapter #most painful chapter but also one of the best chapter of the whole manga imho #IVE BEEN CRYING SINCE YESTRDAY WTF WATANABE HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MY BABIES #YOU NEED TO PAY FOR MY THERAPY NOW #kinaka and roku's relationship is probably the most wholesome in the whole manga i love them so much #and this chap HURT SO BAD OH MY GOD #kinakaaaaa you're so strong for this ;A; the way he didnt want to tell roku about his knee bc he knew that roku would break #the way he even tried to provoke him to push him to race!! and he says he didnt want to lose against him again! but!!#He actually doesnt care about that anymore!!! hes just doing this for rokudai!!!#And rokuuuu!!! baby boy ;A; hes the purest boy ever!!! He didnt want to win like this against kinaka he didnt want to leave him behind ;A;#leave me alone im gonna cry forever ;A; (no actually dont leave me alone keep me company in my suffering plz)#page 21 is forever ingraved in my soul #even tho imaizumi told them not to cooperate in the end they did support each other until the last moment ;A;#(on a lighter not im happy that we finally have a reason for the race btwn sugimoto and danchiku - they both knew the team needed a first #year* so only one of them could be on the team)

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bluenwritten · 6 months

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Writer's Block, REQUESTS OPEN

Here's a list of 162 writing prompts, angst and fluff but the drabble/one shot can be turned into smut (smut only for 18+). Send in 1 to 5 prompts and a little bit of what you want the original fiction story to be about. Without further ado here's the prompts.

Prompts under the cut! :)

Fluff

"Every moment with you is a page in my favorite love story."

"When I'm with you, I feel like I've found my missing puzzle piece."

"You're the reason my heart beats in rhythm."

"Every sunrise is a reminder of our new beginnings."

"You, me, and a cup of coffee – that's all I need."

"In a room full of people, my eyes always find you."

"With you, even the rain feels like sunshine."

"I love you more than words can express."

"You're the reason I believe in soulmates."

"Being with you is like finding a hidden treasure every day."

"You're the piece of the puzzle I didn't know was missing."

"My love for you is the only constant in a changing world."

"Our love is the greatest adventure of my life."

"Your love is my North Star in the darkest of nights."

"You're the spark in my dullest days."

"I won't back down, and neither will you, and that's oddly admirable."

"Our battles are a testament to our strength."

"In a way, you make me sharper, more alert."

"You're the thorn in my side that reminds me to stay vigilant."

"Our differences make us who we are."

"My love for you is as deep as the ocean."

"You're my favorite hello and my hardest goodbye."

"With you, I've found my missing piece."

"You're the moon to my starry nights."

"My love for you is as vast as the universe."

"You make my heart sing in the rain."

"I love that we can be silent together and still have the best time."

"You're the GPS of my life, always guiding me in the right direction."

"Our friendship is like a well-worn playlist, full of memories and good vibes."

"No matter where life takes us, I know you'll be there to share the journey."

"In the story of my life, you're my favorite chapter."

"You keep me grounded when life feels like a whirlwind."

"Our friendship is like coffee – essential and always there to perk me up."

"Let's celebrate each other's victories and lift each other up in defeats."

"You bring out the best in me, and I'm forever grateful."

"We're like a pair of socks – different but perfectly matched."

"Our friendship is a gallery of unforgettable moments."

"You're the antidote to my blues."

"We're not just friends; we're partners in awesome adventures."

"Our friendship is the best kind of treasure."

"Life is an incredible journey with you by my side."

"You make my world a better place, one smile at a time."

"We're not just friends; we're each other's cheerleaders."

"You're the remedy for my worst days and the confetti on my best ones."

"Life is better with friends like you."

"Let's keep making memories and raising a toast to the good times."

"You're my favorite adventure buddy."

"You're my favorite co-conspirator in life's adventures."

"I can't imagine growing old without your friendship."

"Let's keep inspiring each other to be the best versions of ourselves."

"In a world full of acquaintances, you're my true friend."

"Our friendship is like a well-worn book – comforting and always there when I need it."

"Thanks for being my go-to adventure planner."

"Let's promise to grow old but never grow apart."

"I love you more than I did yesterday but less than I will tomorrow."

"You bring out the best in me, always."

"With you, every day feels like a weekend."

"In this world full of acquaintances, you're my true friend."

"It's a strange kind of respect we have for each other."

"In some weird way, you're my favorite competition."

"You're not the worst enemy I've ever had."

"I suppose you have some redeeming qualities, deep, deep down."

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but you make a good point."

"You've got a weird way of showing it, but I think you actually care."

"I never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad you're here."

"We make an odd pair, don't we?"

"I hate to admit it, but you're growing on me."

"I might have underestimated you."

"You're not as insufferable as I first thought."

"Who would've thought we'd end up like this?"

"I guess we're stuck with each other, for now."

"You're different from what I expected, in a good way."

"I'd rather be stuck with you than anyone else."

"You make life interesting, I'll give you that."

"We're like two sides of the same coin, aren't we?"

"I've learned to appreciate your quirks."

"I think you secretly like having me around."

"I used to dread our encounters, but now I look forward to them."

"I never thought I'd say this, but I miss our arguments when you're not here."

"It's weird, but I feel safer when you're nearby."

"I thought we were polar opposites, but maybe we're not so different after all."

Angst

"Our love was a wildfire, and now it's just smoldering embers."

"I'm holding on to a love that's slipping through my fingers like sand."

"I thought I could save you, but I'm the one who needs saving."

"Our love was a novel, but now it's a tragic ending."

"We're caught in a never-ending storm, and there's no shelter in sight."

"I'm suffocating in the emptiness you left behind."

"I'm running out of reasons to stay, but I can't bear to leave."

"I wish I could forget the sound of your name."

"I don't recognize the person I've become when I'm with you."

"Every word you said was just another brick in this wall between us."

"Sometimes, I wonder if we ever truly understood each other."

"You were supposed to be my anchor, but now I'm adrift."

"Your silence is louder than any words you could say."

"We used to dream of the future together, and now we can't even talk about today."

"What happened to us? We used to be unstoppable."

"I thought our love was unbreakable, but here we are."

"You make it impossible to trust anyone again."

"You're the ghost that haunts my every thought."

"I don't know how to be 'me' without 'you.'"

"It's like you're a stranger in the place where my heart used to be."

"You're my greatest weakness and my biggest regret."

"Every day without you feels like a life sentence."

"Your happiness feels like a knife in my heart."

"Jealousy is a cruel emotion, but I can't help how I feel."

"I hate that I'm not the one who gets to make you laugh now."

"You're the one who held my heart, and now you're the one who shattered it."

"You promised forever, but all I got was an empty tomorrow."

"You're the missing piece that I'll never find again."

"I wish I could forget you, but you're etched into my soul."

"Every smile feels like a lie without you."

"I used to be the one who made you laugh, but now I'm just the one who cries."

"I don't recognize the person I've become with you."

"Your doubts have taken over everything we had."

"Your doubts have created a divide between us."

"I thought we were building a future, but we're stuck in the past."

"Our love has become a toxic addiction."

"You're pushing me away when I need you the most."

"I miss the warmth of your embrace."

"I miss the sound of your laughter in the morning."

"Your indifference hurts more than your absence."

"I can't compete with your memories."

"Sometimes, the past has a way of catching up with us, no matter how fast we run."

"Our love story turned into a tragedy, and I don't know how to rewrite it."

"In this chaos, we're the broken pieces trying to fit together."

"In the end, we're all just strangers."

"Our dreams turned into nightmares."

"Love's a cruel game, and I lost."

"You're like a storm I can't escape, and I'm getting tired of fighting it."

"I'm not afraid of losing you; I'm afraid of losing myself."

"This isn't love; it's a battle, and I'm wounded."

"This friendship used to mean the world to me."

"You're a master of deception, aren't you?"

"You were never worth the effort I put into this friendship."

"You're a monster in human form."

"You're the reason trust is so hard for me now."

"I've learned that the person I thought you were never existed."

"You're the embodiment of everything I despise."

"We may have a history, but it's nothing to be proud of."

"Your lies built a wall between us that can't be torn down."

"You're a wolf in sheep's clothing."

"I refuse to be a pawn in your twisted game."

"You're the reason I stopped believing in second chances."

"I thought we were done playing games."

"You can't outrun your past, and neither can I."

"I'd say 'may the best man win,' but we both know it won't be that simple."

"If only things had been different, we could have been lovers."

"The silence between us is louder than words."

"I'm drowning in this emptiness."

"Promises are just words until they're broken."

"We were stars, but now we're just fading light."

"We're two puzzle pieces that don't fit anymore."

"You're the ghost that haunts my heart."

"I can't bear the weight of your indifference."

"I don't want your pity; I want your love."

"You were the only light in my darkness."

"You were my safe haven in a world of chaos."

"I thought we were invincible."

"I'm a prisoner of my own broken heart."

"I can't find a way to mend what's broken."

"I wish I could go back and choose differently."

"We were a beautiful disaster waiting to happen."

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Teamwork

This is going to sound a little odd given how some of my previous posts mentioned Viggo being very dismissive of Dagur...BUT I'm going to throw this idea out there. Imagine Viggo and Dagur as actual business partners/crime buddies. (Spoilers ahead)

Now, just hear me out. They are extremely different, yes, but I think their strengths balance the other's weaknesses. Let's consider Viggo. His biggest flaw is what I like to somewhat affectionately call his Viggo ego. The man is cocky to a new level. He couldn't even imagine someone betraying him, not him because he's the genius Viggo Grimborn. He can tell Dagur to follow orders and that he's dumb and he'll do nothing. Oops, okay, he did something. Viggo can ridicule his brother time and time again and Ryker will obviously do nothing to him because who can, right? Well, Ryker apparently can turn on him. Hmm, weird. Okay, for real this time, no one else can try to touch him. Dang it, Krogan and Johann! Just had to try to kill the guy. Don't you know that no one can go against Viggo? He's amazing. Well, that's the thing, he is, but he's so aware of that fact that he sets himself up for failure by not even considering real dangers as threats. It's really Viggo's only weak area. Besides that, he's incredibly strategic, level-headed, cool, charismatic, etc. He just needs to balance out that arrogance of his. I think Dagur could help him with this.

Despite Dagur definitely being a cocky guy too, he's nowhere near Viggo's level. To put it in perspective, the guy didn't even fight back after getting choked out because he didn't want to mess up his plan. He never said anything when the Grimborns mocked him and he also let Alvin think he was in charge back in DoB. This is the type of influence Viggo needs in his life. If he's willing to listen, Dagur could help open his eyes to the people around him and how they aren't all on his side. Honestly, once Viggo doesn't have to worry about his "allies" trying to kill or betray him, he's pretty much good. That removes about 70% of his problems. Even just in the two interacting, Dagur could probably help Viggo gain some humility and learn to not underestimate people. It would be difficult for the crime boss to accept that someone like Dagur is actually smart, so it would be an important first step for him to take. Afterwards, he could probably start opening his mind more to different forms of intelligence and not just assuming, "I'm better than you and you'll never stand a chance against me," when meeting someone.

Considering Dagur, I think his biggest weakness is his temper. No, not his mind. That's not fair and honestly not true. Him being deranged has led to him being unpredictable, a valuable trait when going up against people. He's also still very capable, so it's never held him back. His temper on the other hand. Woo. Yeah, that causes some issues. He gets angry over tiny things and just cannot function anymore. Dagur, if you stayed calm, you probably would've expected the tail to the face when Heather and the Riders left. Probably would've also not retreated in fury when the A Team showed up. This is how he had his first real loss against Hiccup back when they were kids because he was so angry at the provocation that he didn't pay attention and took him on with the Skrill, electrocuting himself. He had the advantage before that because of the numbers, but he reacted too hastily. Just have to get that temper under control.

Viggo is so calm and reasonable that I could see him helping with this. Even in times when he's lost, he can respect a game well played. There are times when he's lost his temper, but it's very rare and he generally keeps a cool head. Now, he'd need to not be condescending towards Dagur since that would make it worse, but I think he could be beneficial. Viggo getting through to Dagur, finding out why he actually gets so furious about things and helping him calm down/think things through when he's in one of those states would really help him out.

So, this friendship would definitely take time to work. It also might take some situations where they're forced to rely on each other first, but I think there's potential. Unfortunately, this would ultimately be to the detriment of the world because a Viggo who doesn't underestimate his foes and a Dagur who doesn't let his anger get the better of him are a deadly duo.

#HTTYD #RTTE #Dagur the Deranged #Viggo Grimborn #Theories #Friendship maybe?#Unstoppable force #Don't try to run and hide since it won't work

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Ghostin' (Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader): Chapter 5

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Summary: After confronting Gareth, Steve is overwhelmed with his own insecurities. But with Vecna gaining strength, his decision to leave could prove to be fatal.

Warnings: language, S4 is canon, pregnancy, light smut (18+ only)

WC: 5.3k

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True to his word, Gareth shows up at Family Video the next day. He’s decidedly less confident than he was at Enzo’s, perhaps because of the shame he feels from hurting your feelings. He enters the store, clearing his throat softly and getting both Steve and Robin’s attention.

“Can we help you?” Robin starts, looking up from the latest issue of Rolling Stone. She’s used to handling the customers, since Steve typically only pays attention to the pretty women. It takes her by surprise when he steps forward with a small, “I’ve got this,” but she doesn’t question it. Not when there’s an interview with Paul McCartney calling her name.

Steve motions for Gareth to join him in the back room, closing the door behind him. “You wanna tell me what the hell that was about yesterday?” Steve asks, placing his hands on his hips. “Treating Y/N like that? Like she’s some kind of slut?”

Gareth shakes his head. “I know, I know,” he says sullenly. “I shouldn’t have…I was just shocked. Seeing her pregnant, seeing her with you…” He looks up at Steve, eyes brimming with tears. “Eddie was like my brother. He was my role model, my best friend. And when he started dating Y/N, she became like my sister-in-law. I even used to call her that.” He chuckles lightly at the memory. “And seeing you and her together, it makes it…real. That he’s really gone, y’know?”

“I know,” Steve lets his arms fall to his sides, heart breaking for the kid in front of him. “If I could bring him back, I would.” It’s the truth. Even if it meant watching the woman he loves be happy with someone else, he’d bring Eddie back in a second. “But I promise you, man; I’m not just messing around with her. This is a serious thing, and I’m gonna do whatever I can to take care of her and the baby.”

Gareth pauses for a moment before saying, “He would’ve been a great dad.”

“The best.” Steve agrees with a nod. He can picture Eddie holding Little Bean, letting them grasp onto his finger or tug on his long curly hair without complaint. Something he’ll never get to do now.

Both of them are quiet for a beat, soaking in an awkward silence. Finally, Gareth says, “You said something yesterday.”

“Hm?” Steve cocks his head, still thinking about Eddie and Little Bean.

“Yesterday,” Gareth repeats, “you said ‘I don’t get off on humiliating people.’ But that’s a lie.”

“What are you talking about?” Steve’s suddenly defensive again, crossing his arms over his broad chest and furrowing his brows. “I don’t humiliate people.”

“You humiliated me.” Gareth’s voice sounds like he has sandpaper in his throat. When Steve’s expression remains confused, the younger boy continues. “My first day of freshman year. I was lost and I asked you for directions, and you said, ‘What, you want door to door service?’ Then you and your buddy picked me up and tossed me in the nearest trash can.”

Steve’s mouth goes dry, not because he remembers. The exact opposite, actually. He has no recollection of throwing Gareth into the garbage. And not because it didn’t happen—it sounds exactly like something the old Steve would’ve done. It’s because he and Tommy spent so much time hurting other people that each event blurs with the other.

“So, yeah,” Gareth presses on. “I feel awful that I was mean to Y/N. She didn’t deserve that. But you, King Steve?” He scoffs, “you don’t deserve her.”

“Shit,” Steve mumbles, running his fingers through his hair. “I-I’m so sorry.” He swallows thickly, carefully considering his next words. “Look, you don’t have to believe me, or forgive me, because I was a total asshole. A world-class piece of shit. But I promise you, I’m not that guy any more.” He looks around the stockroom. “King Steve is more like the court jester now. Working a minimum wage job, getting rejected from the goddamn community college…” Not to mention being plunged into an alternate dimension and nearly being choked to death by demobats. “The point is, I got knocked down a few rungs, and I realized that I wasn’t a good person. Not even close. And every damn day, I make sure I’m becoming the man I want to be. For me, for Y/N, and for Little Bean.”

Gareth’s expression softens, his posture relaxes just a touch. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Little Bean?”

“Yeah,” Steve grins bashfully, “it’s what she’s been calling the baby.” He thinks about Gareth’s earlier admission, about Eddie being a brother to him. “Y’know, just because Eddie’s, um, not here, doesn’t mean…I mean, you’re still gonna be Little Bean’s uncle. If you want,” he hastily adds.

Gareth laughs. “I think Uncle Gareth has a nice ring to it.” He forces himself to meet Steve’s gaze, expression once again serious. “I still don’t really trust you.”

“I know.”

“But if she’s happy…” Gareth blows out a puff of air, shrugging his shoulders, “then I guess we’re okay.”

Okay. It doesn’t mean everything is fixed, but Steve is starting to become more comfortable with the uncertainties of life, when things aren’t wrapped up with a perfect little bow. “Thanks.” There’s nothing else to say, so he just opens the door and watches Gareth walk out the door, waving goodbye to Robin as he exits.

“Hey, Dingus,” Robin calls back, not bothering to look up from the magazine, “you good?”

“Yep.” No, he wants to say. I knew I wasn’t good enough for Y/N, but I thought it was all in my head. Now I have confirmation that it’s true.

“Great,” his friend replies. “There’s a stack of returns here with your name on ‘em.”

When Steve comes home that evening, he finds you in the kitchen, stirring a pot of pasta. “I know I said I’d make burgers tonight, but Little Bean had other ideas.” you tell him apologetically, placing a hand on your bump.

Steve musters up a laugh, kissing your cheek and bending down to kiss your stomach. “Little Bean, is she blaming you again?”

You swat at Steve and scowl. “I’ll eat all this myself and make you eat cereal for dinner, I swear.” The timer goes off, and you drain the pasta in the sink.

“Not really hungry anyway,” he says softly, shrugging off his work vest and plopping onto the couch. When you look at him quizzically, he explains. “I spoke to Gareth today.”

Your face falls, reminded of the heated exchange at Enzo’s. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” Steve fills you in on Gareth’s apology, omitting what he said about Steve not deserving you. He knows you’ll deny it and rush to reassure him, even if you agree with your friend. “He just misses Eddie—not that it’s an excuse to say what he said.” He sighs, watching you ladle marinara sauce onto the penne. “If I ask you something, do you promise to be honest with me?”

You bring your attention to the dejected man on the sofa. “Of course.”

“Was I…did I ever make fun of you in high school?” He stumbles over his words, embarrassed that he even has to ask this question. “Because apparently Tommy and I tossed Gareth into a garbage can, and I didn’t even remember.”

“I don’t think so,” you purse your lips as you try to reflect on your Hawkins High days. “It was more of Tommy being a dick and you not doing anything to stop him.”

“Shit, really?” Steve buries his head in his hands. “What did we do?”

You bite your lip uneasily. “Tommy used to always call me and Eddie ‘Freak and Lady Freak,’ and you would just laugh and high-five him. But you never, like, called us that yourself.”

“Still wasn’t right,” he mutters. “I’m so, so sorry. I never should’ve done that. I should’ve told him to shut the fuck up and leave you alone.” He gnaws on a fingernail anxiously. “Christ, I was such an awful person.” A tear slides down his cheek, and you instinctively put down your dinner preparation to comfort him, stopping only when he puts his hands up. “No, see, this is what I didn’t want to happen!” He raises his voice, taking you aback.

“What are you talking about?” Frustration boils up in your chest, and you try to force it back down and keep a calm tone. “You’re not making any sense!” He says nothing, not even bothering to make eye contact. “Steve, you’re not in high school anymore. You’re not the same person you were back then.”

Steve scoffs, pressing his palms to his knees and standing up. “Forget it, okay? Just forget I said anything.” He grabs his car keys from where he’d tossed them on the counter. “I’m going for a drive. Gotta clear my head. Don’t wait up.”

If you weren’t six months pregnant, you probably would have been able to get to the door in time to stop him, but your slight waddle doesn’t allow for sprinting. Instead, you watch pathetically from the sofa as he lets the door slam behind him, listening to the sounds of his angry footsteps until they fade to silence. The bowls of pasta sit untouched on the counter, and as nauseated as you feel from the argument, you know that Little Bean needs nutrients. You cover Steve’s in plastic wrap, placing it in the refrigerator, before digging into your dinner. There has to be more to the story, you just know it, but you can’t do anything else with Steve gone.

You feel a surge of anger pulse through your body, making you push your food away. Steve’s supposed to be here, with you, and he walked out. Just left you alone without a clue where he was disappearing to. For months, he had no obligation to stay, and he did. He’d barely left your side until you practically dropped off the face of the Earth after discovering your pregnancy. And now that he’d taken you on a date, kissed you, confessed his love for you…now he decides to bolt?

Tears brim in your eyes as you take in how suddenly alone you are. You’d thought you’d have a nice, relaxing dinner together–maybe discuss the status of your relationship, since it clearly was not following a typical timeline. But that dream has been dashed in an instant. Picking up the phone, you sniffle and try to stifle your crying.

“Hey, Robin, it’s me,” you say, attempting to hide your irrational annoyance at getting her answering machine. “Um, Steve left here and he was pretty angry. If he stops by your place, just let me know. Please.” You clear your throat. “Okay, thanks. Bye.”

Exhaustion overtakes you–a feeling you’ve become all-too acquainted with during your pregnancy. It’s hard to believe that you used to start your evenings at 10 PM, and now you’re ready to go to bed at 7:30.

You’re too tired to even put on pajamas, so you slip into bed in your jeans and t-shirt. The last thing you think of before falling asleep is how you and Little Bean will manage on by yourselves.

At first, Steve doesn’t have a destination in mind; he plans on driving around until he clears his head. But his subconscious has other ideas, and he finds himself pulling up in front of the Munson trailer. It’s dark, with Eddie’s Uncle Wayne probably at work. Steve kills the engine and watches Forest Hills Trailer Park dissolve into darkness as his headlights fade out.

“Fuck!” he yells out, slamming his hands against the steering wheel. “Fuck it all!” He glances around the trailer park, dimly lit with flickering streetlights. A dog barks; a woman who sounds like she’s smoked two packs a day for the last fifty years screams at it to shut up. Steve steps out of the car and leans up against it for a minute before realizing that he’s been staring at the trailer door, as if expecting Eddie to come barreling out. Probably saying something ridiculous like, “Take a picture, Harrington; it’ll last longer.” And Dustin would cackle like it was the funniest joke he’d ever heard. Steve can’t help but crack a smile at the thought, but there’s a pang in his heart when he remembers that it can’t happen.

He’s pulled from his thoughts and his pulse quickens when he hears some rustling coming from the bushes, gripping the car door handle in case he needs to make a getaway. He relaxes when he sees it’s only Wayne, too relieved to consider the fact that the man’s truck is nowhere in sight.

“Mr. Munson!” Steve calls out. “It’s me; Steve Harrington. One of Eddie’s, um, friends.” Friends. Because after a week enduring the worst trauma of their lives, that’s what they were.

“I know who you are, boy,” Wayne growls, crossing his arms as he approaches Steve. “You’re the punk who’s trying to take Eddie’s place, hm? Moving in on his girl, acting like the father of his kid. What are you doing here? Gonna sleep in his goddamn bed, too?”

“N-No, sir,” Steve stutters, hands clammy. “I was just going for a drive–” But he pauses when he sees the blood seeping from Wayne’s eyes; no, not Wayne’s eyes–Vecna’s. “I’m not even asleep,” he muses.

Vecna’s horrible laugh crackles through the air. “No, Steve. You’re not. I’m healing, getting stronger every day. And I might not be able to hurt you yet, but I will.” Vines take their shape down his limbs, snaking around like they’re choking him. “You may think that your inevitable death will be the end, but for me, it is only the beginning.”

Steve can only blink, feeling his legs trembling as he sinks down onto the muddy grass.

“You see,” Vecna continues. The ground shakes with each step he takes. “I need to keep feasting on the town of Hawkins until I have regained all of my powers. It starts with you,” he points a gnarled finger towards Steve, “and I bet even dumb old King Steve can figure out who will be next.”

“Not Y/N,” Steve manages, summoning all of the courage he can. “She’ll fight you. She’ll fight you with everything she has, because she has Little Bean.”

Vecna lets out a low rumble. “She is strong, yes, because she knows she has worth to someone–her baby. This is why I need to start with someone weaker. Someone like you, who knows he only causes harm to the people he loves.”

“Th-That’s not true. I’ve changed. I’m not that kinda guy anymore,” he echoes your words from earlier, hoping that both he and the monster will believe them.

“Oh, but have you?” Another soul-sucking laugh. “Tell me, Steve. When Dustin asked you to substitute for Lucas at Hellfire, what was your response?” A pause of utter silence precedes his next statement. “Just like with Gareth, right? You don’t remember? Allow me to fill in the gaps.” A memory floods Steve’s senses. He’s suddenly back behind the counter at Family Video, phone cradled between his shoulder and his ear.

“Just move your date this one time!” Dustin’s voice bleats through the receiver. “Come on!”

“What, to hang out with you and Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson? Uh, yeah…I’ll pass,” he hears himself say, cringing at his condescending tone.

The visual abruptly ends, and he’s thrust back into the trailer park. “You see?” Vecna sneers. “Not only did you ignore a friend in need to go on a meaningless date, but you insulted his friend while you did it.

“So, Steve,” the monster is right in front of him now, and he feels his hot breath on his face, “have you really changed? Or is that a lie you tell yourself so you can pretend to deserve her?”

There’s that word again: deserve. Deep down, Steve knows he doesn’t deserve you. That you’re only his—if you are still his after the way he left you—because Eddie is dead.

“You can spare yourself the pain and come with me, Steve,” Vecna grumbles, holding out his hand. “We all know she’s better off without you. Everyone is.”

Steve swallows thickly, absorbing the information. A part of him is tempted to give up and give in. But then he imagines your face when you find out that he’s gone, too. Left on the trailer park grounds, nothing more than a heap of broken bones. He pictures your beautiful, perfect smile that feels like it heals him from the inside out. If he stays in the Upside Down forever, he’ll never get to see it again.

Worse, he’ll be the reason why you’re crying.

“No!” Steve shouts, a bit hoarsely at first. “No, I won’t go with you!” He scrambles to his feet, pushing through his nerves. “Let me go! I said, LET ME GO!”

Vecna tilts his head to the left, raising his arm. Steve feels vines slowly snake around his feet, gluing him to the browning grass. “I offered you the easy way,” he snarls, “and you opted not to take it. You are even more foolish than you appear.”

“Get…these…off,” Steve weakly protests as another set of vines pins him to a nearby tree. They wrap around his throat, restricting his air supply. “I’m not leaving her…not…leaving…Little Bean…”

“You have no choice in this matter.” A low hiss escapes him as he winces, still not used to his weakened powers. “Besides, you already left, didn’t you? Ran away like the coward you are. You should stay far, far away from her.”

Dizziness from the lack of oxygen creeps into Steve’s head. He’s nearly unconscious when he sees a bright space open up behind Vecna’s body.

“Steve!” Dustin calls. “Steve, are you there?” A brief pause. “Where’s the tape? We need the goddamn tape!!!”

“I have it!” Max. Her vision is still compromised, but she’s never stopped fighting. There’s an exchange, and the click of a Walkman closing. All at once, the intro to Black Dog reverberates through the air.

“Run, Steve, run!!!” Dustin cries out, and Lucas and Max echo his plea. “Run for your life!”

“We love you, Steve! We love you, and Y/N loves you, and you need to live!” Lucas’s voice cracks as he begs him to fight back.

Max pipes up, steady and direct in her instructions. “Listen to the music, Steve,” she tells him. “It’ll give you the strength to survive.”

The glowing space starts to shrink, and Steve instinctively starts to panic. He reminds himself to do as Max said, breathing in the lyrics as he struggles against the tightening vines.

All I ask for when I pray

A steady rollin' woman won't come my way

Need a woman gonna hold my hand

Tell me no lies, make me a happy man

He remembers the joy both you and he felt listening to the song, secrets and tension melting away with each note. A new start for you, for Steve, and for you and Steve. He remembers coming with you to your ultrasound appointments, watching in awe at the tiny being growing inside of you. He remembers the way you kissed him, like your lips were meant to mold into his.

The vines begin to loosen, perhaps from Vecna’s more fragile state, but mostly due to Steve’s sheer will to live. His feet touch the ground again, and as soon as he feels the shock on his heels, he’s running faster than he’s ever run in his life. All he can think about is you and Little Bean.

Vecna howls in frustration as Steve narrowly escapes his clutches. Steve can only register pain as he slams back down to the earth, panting and shivering. Dustin throws his arms around him, and Lucas grabs Max’s hand and brings her towards their oft-unwilling babysitter. The three of them hold him well after his shaking subsides.

“H-How did you…” Steve starts, but he’s unable to finish his sentence before bursting into a fresh round of tears.

“We were at Max’s,” Lucas explains, rubbing Steve’s back and lowering the headphones from his ears. “Dustin thought he saw something weird, and when we looked out the window, we saw you…levitating. Like Max did at Billy’s grave.”

Steve nods slowly. “But…but…the song…” It’s still playing, and Dustin leans over to click the pause button. The quiet seeps through eerily, but it allows Steve to formulate a coherent thought.

“It was Billy’s Zeppelin tape,” Max says softly. “I kept some of his stuff, and when Dustin told us that Black Dog was your safety song, I made sure to always have it nearby. Just in case.” Steve musters up all of his energy to ruffle her hair, heart soaring when she giggles. It feels good to make someone happy.

Steve looks at the kids, eyes wet and vision blurred. “Thank you,” he whispers. “I owe you guys my life.”

Lucas shakes his head. “Nah, man. You know how many times you’ve saved our asses? Let’s just call it even.”

“You’re a good one, Sinclair,” Steve says with a smile. He turns to Max. “Quit being so hard on him, all right?”

“We’ll see,” Max replies, but she giggles again as she says it.

Steve sits up suddenly, bracing himself and gritting his teeth as the world spins for a moment. “I gotta get home,” he blurts out. “I gotta get back to Y/N. I just left her alone, didn’t tell her what I was doing or where I was going…”

“You sure you’re okay to drive, big guy?” Dustin asks, furrowing his brows with concern. “I can always call my mom and ask her to take you.”

“Or I can drive!” Max pipes up, and everyone reacts with a resounding “no!”

“Jesus, you were bad enough when you could see,” Dustin mutters.

Steve wipes his hands on his pants, grimacing as the dirt smears on clean denim. “I’ll be fine,” he reassures them. He begins to take the headphones off from around his neck, then stops. “Can I, uh, borrow this?” he asks Max. “I’ll return it tomorrow. Just wanna make sure…for the drive home, y’know?” He knows how important it is for her to have this piece of Billy.

She nods, reaching out for Steve’s hand. He takes it, squeezing gingerly. “Of course.”

Steve can’t get back to the apartment fast enough. He nearly snaps the key trying to unlock the door, and he flings it open so quickly that it slams against the wall. It’s loud enough to get your attention, but he doesn’t hear any reaction from you.

“Y/N?” he calls out tentatively, blood running cold when there’s no response. “Y/N!” He’s shouting now, yelling your name over and over.

He’s got her, he thinks. He sensed a moment of weakness and went after her, and I wasn’t here to save her. He dashes into the bedroom, a last resort before descending into complete panic, and breathes a sigh of relief when he sees you in bed, rubbing the sleep from your beautiful eyes.

“Steve? What the hell is going–oomph!” You’re interrupted by his lips crashing onto yours, hands cradling your cheeks. You can taste the salt from his tears as he sobs into you; he thought he’d cried himself dry, but seeing you safe and sound brought on a new batch. When you part, you can see the worry creasing his face. “Where were you?”

“He’s coming after you next,” Steve ignores your question, unable to hold back what he knows. “After me, he’s coming after you. And then the rest of Hawkins until he’s strong enough to conquer the world.”

“You saw him.” It’s a statement; you’re not asking. “And you didn’t have your music.”

Steve relays that evening’s events, stumbling over his words as he admits, “He said he’s starting with me because I’m…because I’m weaker.”

You look at him, puzzled. How could he be weaker than a hormonal pregnant woman with a dead baby daddy? “What do you mean?”

“I mean, the only reason we can even be together is because Eddie’s…he’s…I never would have tried to get with you if he was here,” Steve stammers. “And it doesn’t seem fair, y’know? He…he dies, and I get his girl?” He stands up and paces the length of your bedroom. “I’m disgusting, and I don’t deserve you. Everyone thinks so.”

Your heart plummets at his vulnerability. “Who said that?” you ask, voice hardly more than a whisper.

“Gareth and…and him.” Steve can’t bring himself to make eye contact with you. He doesn’t need to clarify who him is.

“Do you think I should be happy?”

Steve’s thrown off by your question. “What? Of course.”

“Do you think Eddie would want me to be sad forever? To never have another partner again?” you continue.

“No. He…he wouldn’t want that.”

You motion for Steve to sit back down on the bed, and you take both of his hands in yours. “You, Steve Harrington, make me happy. When I thought life wasn’t worth living, you showed me that it was. When I pushed away, you pulled me back. And, yeah, this,” you point between the two of you, “wouldn’t be happening if Eddie survived. But, Steve? Torturing ourselves isn’t going to bring him back. It isn’t going to make us miss him any less. The best we can do is keep living. For him, for us, and for Little Bean.”

Steve lets go of one of your hands to feel your belly. “Not fair,” he teases gently. “You know I’ll do anything for Little Bean.”

You lean in and kiss him, bringing your lips to his ear to murmur, “Will you let me show you how much you mean to me?”

His eyes widen. “Are you sure? We don’t have to do that if you don’t want to.” But a slight twitch behind his fly gives away his true feelings.

“I want to,” you coo, nibbling on his earlobe and sliding your palm under his shirt and up to his hairy chest. “As long as you do.”

Reflexively, Steve nods, but his gaze quickly goes back to your bump. “We won’t hurt Little Bean, right?”

You giggle. “Not at all. I promise.” Lifting your shirt above your head and tossing it to the floor, you straddle Steve’s thighs. His hands roam the expanse of your torso, and he wastes no time unhooking your bra. Your body waits for the feeling of lips latching onto your breasts, the way Eddie would’ve done, but Steve runs his fingers over the peaks, pinching them slightly. You moan out with pleasure in what will be the first of many reminders that different doesn’t inherently mean bad.

Steve’s shirt is the next to go, and he sheds his jeans immediately after, grateful for the relief. As you palm him over his briefs, you’re hit with a strange pang of sadness; it’s a stupid comparison to make, but Eddie always wore boxers. He’d buy the most ridiculous ones he could find; only you two knew that under that metal façade lurked a pair of Bugs Bunny shorts. But this is Steve—Steve who wears briefs instead of boxers, whose hands are smooth instead of calloused, who smells like Drakkar Noir and hairspray instead of drugstore cologne and Newports.

Different, but good. So, so good.

He’s patient as you step down to wriggle out of your maternity jeans, but his eyes never leave your body. He drinks you in, pupils blown wide, and pulls you back onto his lap with a soft, “all mine.” The plush of his lips presses against your neck, and you thread your fingers through his hair, whimpering at his touch.

“I can’t wait until you can see me not pregnant,” you bite your lower lip, hyper aware of the way your bare bump nudges against his flat stomach. Being naked in front of someone for the first time was scary enough, let alone being nearly seven months along.

“No,” he says simply, continuing to kiss down to your collarbone while placing a large palm atop your belly. “I love the way you look. So beautiful…I don’t know what to do with myself.” He pulls away for a second to look you in the eyes; his are shiny and wide. “I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you, too, Steve.” The phrase followed by his name instead of Eddie’s is a new sensation, but it rolls off of your tongue easily. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” You punctuate each repetition with a kiss to his eager lips. You don’t even realize you’re crying until he wipes a tear from your cheek.

“What’s wrong? Is it–am I–”

You shake your head. “Please don’t get mad at me.” Taking a deep breath, you start to confess. “I’m scared, Steve. I’m scared that you’re only here because you feel like you have to be, or that this is just some kind of trauma bond, and as soon as Vecna’s gone, you’ll figure out that you don’t really have feelings for me.” You cradle your belly in your hands. “And I’m worried that when you see how hard it is to raise a kid, never mind someone else’s kid, you’ll…”

“Hey, hey. C’mere,” he says, readjusting you so you’re sitting across his thighs. He rubs your back gently. “Did I ever tell you about my big, crazy dream of my future?”

“Six kids and a Winnebago?”

“Yeah,” he laughs lightly, “that’s the one. I’ve been thinking about it more lately. That’s what I thought that’s what family was: Mom, Dad, shit-ton of kids going on vacation together. And maybe it is sometimes, I dunno,” he shrugs. “But I realized that one of the reasons why I love you so much is because you gave me what I always wanted.” He stares into your eyes lovingly. “You and Little Bean–you’re my family.”

You scrunch up your face in confusion. “You love me because I’m having a baby?”

“No—shit—I mean, I do love that you’re having a baby, but that’s not why I love you. Let me start over.” He tosses his hair from his eyes. “I love you because no matter what’s going on in this dimension or any other, I feel safe with you. I love you because you’re patient, and kind, and thoughtful. I love you because you jumped into this crazy monster-fighting world without hesitating, just to protect the people you care about.” He pauses, taking your hands in his. “I love you because you’re you, Y/N. And when I’m with you, I can just be me.”

“Well, that’s good,” you reply, resting your head on his shoulder. “Because I love you just as you are. Just please don’t ever leave like you did tonight again.”

“I promise, baby. Never, ever again.” Steve looks down at you, taking you all in with his golden brown eyes. “And, Y/N? I…I miss him, too.” His last sentence lingers in the air; you’re not quite sure how to respond. “I don’t know if I’ll ever stop. Isn’t that dumb? I knew him for a week and I miss him like I knew him my whole life.”

“‘S not dumb at all.” You lace your fingers with his and kiss his bare shoulder. “Like I said, the stuff we went through together bonds us forever, y’know?”

“Yeah.” He sighs, averting his gaze from yours. “Do you think I could just hold you tonight? It’s not that I don’t wanna do…this…but I want to make it special.”

“Of course, Stevie.” While you’re disappointed, you’re a little relieved. The last time you did this, you and Eddie created Little Bean. And then Eddie was gone forever.

You curl up into Steve’s arms, feeling yourself drift off to sleep.

But not before you hear the chimes.

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TOP Theory

This is my opinion and what I have gathered from what they have given us especially in reference to the use of color in this story. I would love to know what you guys think:

Blue – Defeat. (Cold, ice, isolation, lifeless (Literally ‘the blues’)

Pink – Hope/love (warmth, purpose, affection, motivation, ‘showing signs of life’)

Yellow – Strength (light, awareness, presence, fight; temptation)

Red – Insecurity (Lies we tell ourselves and others, false sense of control)

Orange – Awareness (Unity, power, true control)

Battle between Red and Yellow before unity - “Tempted by control, controlled by temptation.”

DEMA – the intense feelings of isolation and hopelessness; a wall we put up around our world and the others in it

Trash – Purpose (fire from within)

Ned – Idea/Creativity (a literal neuro expansive device) He starts as this strange looking rabbit creature and upon careful purification (Chlorine and all of its lyrics explain the careful balance between toxicity (overcompensation,) and cleansing) becomes this mythical Jackalope. (look up the origins of the Jackalope and you’ll roll your eyes, I promise.)

I feel like the identities of all of the characters in the story are completely interchangeable and are very much a metaphor for ‘masking’ (“I’ll morph to someone else”) and all of the different personas we take on as we battle ourselves and go to war for others. Josh and Tyler are torchbearers for one another. ( As we are for our loved ones/the clique and vice versa.) Tyler and Clancy are the same, just different personas that reflect the state of his mind and the point of the cycle he is currently trapped in. The same for Blurryface and Spooky Jim; characters that we create for ourselves to present to the world when lost and angry; a farce, a tough persona, false sense of control. Masking the problem without admitting to ourselves that we are masking the problem. The Banditos are us. They are Tyler and Josh. They are loved ones and family who have all awoken to the problem and serve as ‘battle buddies.’ “Cover me.” The Bishops are what Spooky Jim and Blurryface have the potential to become in the opposite, if they were to allow the anger to win. People who turned the anger into the desire to hurt others with their personal pain stemming from the intensity of their own insecurities that they have allowed to win; they relish and thrive in hurting others, especially those who are already low, lost, and isolated.

I think we’re all thinking that at this point in the story we will also focus on Josh and his insecurities as well as Tyler’s. The blue beams of light coming from Josh in the ‘Choker’ music video that gave him the ability to shrink figures – Negativity literally spewing from the eyes and mouth of Josh/Spooky Jim, (which is also why Jim was in the video. I feel like that was a hint for us.) Was a signal to us that Josh/Spooky had also been under the control of the bishops and trapped in DEMA for a time, (hence Joshua’s t-shirt) so much so that he was oozing defeat, isolation, spitting ice. Interestingly, Tyler appears in this video in an orange beanie, which tells us that in this point in the story/cycle he had found balance within himself and was acting as the torchbearer for Josh to bring him back into himself.

This is similarly reflected in the video we thought was just a joke with a very alone Josh flashing his blue eyes and mouth at random objects and turning them pink before finally catching Tyler, who bursts into the room suddenly, and turning his hair pink. Feels to me more like yet another visual metaphor for allowing the defeat to spill out into your world amidst feelings of loneliness without aim or purpose, until sometimes, we manage to reach out to the right person. A person who upon hearing and seeing a loved one in distress is hit with a spark, motivation, and purpose to fight for you/themselves when you are incapable.

Pink is the in between. It’s purgatory. Where you decide to sink or swim.

In Shy Away – Trash is flying, the feeling of finding ones purpose has taken off. The walls of isolation are beginning to crumble. The set looks as though it is falling apart. We see multiples of Tyler and Josh (Different personas or even a reflection of how many times they’ve been in the same place,) all wearing masks that are almost useless at this point with how destroyed they are.

Now we move to the Saturday music Video – Everything is coded cold blue, defeated; lifeless, not yet dead but still strong enough to seize the mind and break free from the isolation, from under the control of your insecurities. Even sometimes using them to do so. Keons. Keons being the bishop in the story to come to awareness against the other bishops, befriend Tyler/Clancy and harnessing the lifeless (but not dead) Trash dragon to break through the submarine in the ‘Saturday’ music video. The submarine acts as an extension of DEMA in this part of story. An attempt by the bishops to further isolate and drown out the fire that had been sparked within Tyler/Clancy by placing them ‘within a fishbowl’ under water. (Which is also clever because what is ice?) Tyler’s hair is pink in this video, he stands on a platform that looks like it glowing, like he’s standing on embers, and Josh’s drum set has also changed to reflect this. Josh, Tyler, and Keons together with Trash (still blue, but the beginnings of self-actualizing purpose) break free of the submersed walls of DEMA to then wash up on the shores of Voldsoy. Sink or swim? Display or redecorate?

The Outside – Again in this video, we start with blue, with ice. Josh is again now The Torchbearer for Tyler/Clancy who upon battling the waves (frigid waters of the mind and its waves,) is beaten down and in need. Once together, Josh drops the torch and together they go in search of shelter, respite on this ‘Island of Violence.’ It’s not until they catch sight of Ned that the lighting begins to change. Together they’ve found the tool, an idea, a spark, a weapon. Tyler and Josh part ways. The camera angle changes on Tyler and for a moment he almost seems larger than life as he travels through this dark cavern, (going down the rabbit hole, chasing the rabbit,) Tyler then sits with all the Neds, his ideas, around a blazing fire, taking a drink from one of them (a call back to the ‘Chlorine’ music video where we are shown purification and realization of an idea.) The lighting becomes orange. He follows the Ned we all assume to be the one from Chlorine to the sand, to the sea. Using the antlers, Tyler reaches across the gap and into the isolated parts of his mind, of DEMA, to then take down Keons using the very same weapons that Keons himself used to free Tyler from the submarine. Because “sometimes to stay alive, you’ve got to kill your mind.” The video ends with both Tyler and Josh carrying torches, signaling to us that The Torchbearer has always been interchangeable, that at this part in the story, they have won against themselves and are ready to fight for others.

Now we’ve got the colors of this new era coming together. Everything points to ‘war.’ “Am I the only one I know waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?” Blurryface, Spooky Jim, Banditos, the Bishops; Red and Yellow. Duality within oneself. I personally feel that Blurry and Spooky are fighting alongside the Banditos BECAUSE they are all interchangeable. The Bishops are painted as being the ultimate bad guys in this story and that is because of their origin. Anyone can become a bishop when you let anger, spite, and vindictiveness consume you in the cycle of sadness, hope, creation, fight, and anger. We’re fighting against people who seek to target others in their own misery. We’ll see Trash again, only this time it will breathe fire. We have been weaponized with this idea, this purpose of his which has become ours as we use it to fuel our own fires. We hold the antlers. We too can control Trash. Bring it to life and create an inferno.

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Turning page /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: 1 year after that terrible night, Y/N is back at the night court and ready to face everything she tried so hard to avoid.

Warnings: None, maybe some angst? Idk

Word Count: 3K

Notes: This is the part 2 to “Slow dancing in the dark” and being honest I originally planned to leave it like that but people asked for more and your wish is my command.

Main Masterlist

I woke up feeling the sun in my face, the cold breeze made me shiver, and i just wrapped myself even more in the blankets, fighting the urge to stay in bed, i got up, the cold floor made me hiss as i entered the bathroom, taking a hot bath, i putted my warmest clothes, getting ready for breakfast and for the day ahead.

Viviane was already sitting in the dining room, Frost was by her side, the little boy smiled at me as i kissed his head, Viv greeted me and i winked at her, paying attention to the toddler that showed me the new trick he learned.

“That's awesome buddy, i bet that you will be able to make giant stalactites when you're older.” The boy nodded happily, and looked at his mother, asking her to play outside, she allowed and he ran away.

“1 year today!” She started excited. “We love having you here, how are you feeling?” She was true concerned, but honestly i was feeling better, i would always be grateful and in debt with Viv and Kallias for opening their home for me, when i was nothing but a ghost.

“I'm good, better than i was back then, i have no words to describe how this place and you two helped me.” I said smiling at her and i felt a hand on my shoulder.

“You are more than welcome here, this is nothing compared to everything you have done for us.” Kallias commented and moved to his high lady, kissing her and sitting with us, they talked about court duties and about a dinner for me, i tried to tell them that it wasn't necessary but it didn't work.

“Y/N? Do you want to go ski with me and Frost?” She said pulling me out of my thoughts and i nodded, half an hour later the three of us were heading to the lake, i loved spending time with Frost and help him with his lessons, i was holding him in my lap as we walked, he giggled while he made snowflakes, gifting them to me and his mother.

We played with him until I got tired, sitting on a blanket we brought with us, I started to think about the events that got me here.

1 year earlier

He was my mate and he was with her, i screamed and cried my eyes out when i got home, my chest being torn apart, it was Rhys that calmed me down, he emerged from the shadows and found me laying on the floor having a severe breakdown, , i was hyperventilating and my voice was cracking with how much i screamed that night. He held me on his lap and waited for me to talk, he rocked me like a baby and i just cried in his chest until i hadn't any more tears left to cry.

“What happened my dear sister?” He asked, concern pouring out of him, i lifted my eyes until i met his violet ones, i didn't had the strength to tell him so i just looked at him pulling my shields down, i felt him gently going through my mind, he saw every little detail of the night, i felt his discomfort when he saw the bond snapping for me, if someone would understand the pain of watching your mate with somebody else, it would be Rhys. He just hugged me tighter and rested his chin on top of my head. “I know it hurts, i wished that i could take this pain from you, it breaks my heart to see you like this.” He kissed my forehead and got up. “I'm taking you home with me, Feyre is worried, do you want to go?” I agreed and he winnow us to the river house.

Feyre was waiting for us with a set of clothes and a warm bath for me, i thanked her and got inside the tub, feeling my body instantly relaxing as Feyre sat by my side, her gentle hands pouring water on my hair and cleaning the destroyed makeup off my face. I stayed a whole week with them, Azriel had tried to get in touch but Rhys didn't allowed him, telling him that he would only hurt me even more if he kept trying to talk to me.

I was laying on the couch, a child book on my hands while Nyx slept on my chest, Feyre and Rhys entered the room and they both smiled at the scene, it was Feyre who spoke first.

“You can’t tell the others, but I think you’re his favorite aunt.” I let out a small giggle and the toddler moved, burying his face on my chest. “I hope you are feeling alright, we have a proposal to you.” Rhys looked at me and started talking.

“We talked about the current situation, we're all worried about you, and I know you need time and space to heal, but I’m not so sure if you will be able to do that here.” I was feeling confused but it didn't take long for me to realize what was coming, i knew they cared about me and I felt my eyes getting full of tears as Rhys spoke again. “We love you and we just want what’s best for you, maybe you can use some time away? Obviously you can stay but we think it’s for the best if you just cleared your head on another place.”

“I don’t even know what to say.” I confessed, but I felt deeply glad that they were the ones to say this, I spended the whole week thinking about this, I knew my wounds wouldn’t heal if I kept around Azriel and Elain. “I’m going to be honest, i thought about going away, but I couldn't do this to my family, but now that you brought that up, i think I know where I want to go. And I’m not going to be away for long, I promise.”

The two helped me get in touch with Viviane, she was more than happy to receive me, we were friends for such a long time and I really missed her, I thought that maybe the cold winds of the Winter Court would help numb the pain in my chest. A week later, I was saying goodbye to my friends, the one person that didn’t know that I was leaving was Azriel, I decided that I didn’t owe that to him, I dedicated so much time of my life to him that this was the first thing I was going to do for myself, closing my end of the bond, I left.

Azriel

I never thought that was true when people would tell me that you only realize what you have lost once it’s gone, but I guess they’re right. I felt miserable every day since she left me on that alley, her words ringing on my head and her pained expression haunted my dreams every night, Elain at first tried to tell me that I should leave her alone, that she was overreacting and she didn’t deserve me, but I just couldn’t listen to her. Rhysand would tell me to go home every time I tried to talk to her, I just wanted to hold her in my arms and tell her everything was going to be okay, but I guess it’s hard to do it when you’re the problem.

I knew that she kept in touch with them, sometimes I would just look for Cassian and Nesta and both would be gone, I knew they were with her, but they wouldn’t tell me where, all I wanted was to just fly to her, and apologize, tell her how much I loved her, because if i’m being honest, I was completely in love with her. The things with Elain started to get a little out of hand when she mistaken my friendship for something else, i knew that I should have tell her off and explain that I didn’t felt the same for her, but I always thought that I didn’t have any chances with Y/N, and the feeling of having someone seeing me in a romantic way led me to this mess.

I didn’t know what to do, how do I tell her that she’s the one consuming my dreams and thoughts every day and night, how do I tell her that she makes my days brighter and her light pulled me out of the dark so many times? That I just wanted to hold her close and tell her she was the prettiest female I've ever seen, would she believe me? How could she? When I allowed her to think that I was in love with someone else?

It was two weeks after she left that I decided to be truthful with my feelings and Elain, she wasn’t happy but I told her that I wasn’t ever going to be fully hers while I was in love with Y/N, it wasn’t fair with neither of them, and she should try to get closer to her mate, I didn’t liked Lucien, but I waited for my mate for so long, it wasn’t fair if I just stealed his. Just like Y/N she left without looking back, Cassian and Nesta reassured me, saying it was for the best and would hurt her even more if I just kept pushing our relationship further.

It was Starfall night, I was in the corner drinking, the party was really great but still felt empty without her beautiful laughter filing the room, Elain had followed my advice and now she and Lucien were getting closer, slowly building their relationship, she even forgave me for everything and we were kinda of friends now, the couples were dancing around and the music was loud, but the beating of my heart was louder when I spotted Kallias and Viviane entering the room, behind them I spotted a familiar figure, she was wearing a deep blue mermaid style dress, her hair was in a low bun with tiny strands of hair framing her face and her makeup was perfect, she looked different and yet so similar, she had a white haired boy in her arms, the smile on her face as she poked the toddler belly made my heart clench. Every worry started to fill my mind, what if she didn't want to talk to me? Rhys and Feyre were the first ones to greet her, she was really beautiful, I couldn’t take my eyes off her, as she felt my gaze on her, she turned her attention to me, her smiled dropping a little as she looked directly in my eyes, drinking the rest of my wine, I got up to greet her.

Y/N

When Rhys and Feyre showed up on the celebration dinner and invited us to Starfall, I didn’t think I was going to be able to be around him, but as the day got closer, the courage started to grow inside me, I knew I couldn’t avoid him forever. Viv reassured me many times saying if I felt like leaving, they would get me out of there in no time, but even if I loved the Winter court, I missed my home and my family even more, I missed Azriel, the way he would look at me when we were alone on a library, how he would pretend he was mad every time I would beat him on training, I missed every little thing about him, and it was painful to pretend I didn’t.

When we arrived at the river house, the room was filled with music, conversations and laughter, I immediately felt my body relaxing, after all this was my home. Frost was in my lap playing with my hair while I told him that Nyx would love to play with him, Feyre and Rhys were the first ones to come talk to me, Rhys told me how happy he was to see me there and that Starfall would finally be complete again, I smiled at him, but there was this sensation of being observed, when I turned around, I spotted Azriel looking at me, he was even more beautiful than I remembered, but he looked a little different, slightly paler and with visible dark circles under his eyes, but yet he was breathtaking. He got up and started walking in my direction when someone got in the way, she was shorter than me, I looked down and met Elain, she didn't look me in the eyes and her voice was low when she asked if we could talk, excusing myself, I followed her to a more private space.

“It’s good to see you, you look better.” She started, I noticed the shaking in her voice and how she moved her hands nervously.

“Yeah, this time away made me wonders. But don’t worry, I’m here to enjoy my family, I won’t get in your way or Azriel’s.” I said and she looked at me, in the eyes this time.

“We’re not together anymore.” I let a surprise gasp left my lips, my eyes were slightly wide as I looked at her. “I wanted to apologize for everything I ever done to you, I shouldn’t have been so mean when all you did was to be nice and try to be my friend, is just that I saw how Az looked at you, and i thought that I was in love with him, I guess I was just jealous.” This caught me off guard.

“I appreciate your honesty Elain, and it wasn't like you had anything to be jealous off. “ I giggled and so did she. “This doesn’t matter now, not anymore, I just hope you’re happy.”

“I am, Lucien is actually really amazing and he understands me more than I excepted.” Her gaze was intense when she looked at me again. “You know he’s in love with you right? He told me when he broke up with me.” I felt my heart twisting in my chest. “But this is something he should be telling you, all i want is to be your friend if you want to.” Her voice was filled with expectations and I smiled at her.

“Of course Elain, what happened in the past stays in the past.” She smiled and pulled me in for a hug. She left the room right after and I followed her, Nesta was waiting for me with a glass of wine, I gladly accepted and started to dance with her, Azriel was nowhere to be seen and I didn’t felt like looking for him, not yet, i just wanted this moment to last a little longer. Mor announced that the Starfall was about to begin and we all should find our places to watch it. I rushed to one of the balconies on the top of the house, it was empty when I got there, the stars started their journey through the skies and I just stood there, silently watching it in awe when a voice sounded behind me.

“Can I join you?” Azriel asked and i nodded, it didn’t matter how many years passed, I would always be mesmerized by this event, the atmosphere felt magical as the stars passed for us, I turned to him, he had a small smile on his face. “You look devastatingly beautiful, the stars don’t stand a chance against your beauty.” I felt my cheeks getting hotter and looked at the skies again.

“Elain told me.” I said still not looking at him. “She said that you broke up with her and you’re in love with me.”

“I…” He stopped, and I looked at him, his eyes were focused on my face. “She’s right, I just wished that I had realized that earlier, before I hurt you so much that you felt like you had to go away.” I was about to protest when he continued. “I looked for you though, even if I did want to respect your space, I was dying to know how you were but you just disappeared.”

“I’m not going anywhere now.” I said and he pulled me closer, his breath was so close that I could smell the wine, I closed my eyes and enjoyed that feeling that I longed for, he placed a kiss in my forehead, then on each of my eyelids, his lips brushed over mine and he kissed the corner of my mouth, one after the other and finally my lips, his kiss was soft and contained, like he was afraid that I would just disappear again, my hands grabbed his hair and our lips moved in perfect synchrony, it was full of love and affection that my heart flipped in my chest. When he broke up the kiss, he rested his forehead on mine, we opened our eyes slowly, enjoying the sensation when his eyes widened and I could fell a pull in my chest.

“My mate.” He whispered, a smile forming on his lips, as fast as it came, it was gone. “You knew. Why you didn't say anything?”

“If you knew that I was happy with somebody else, would have you said something?” He nodded. “It snapped for me that night and I couldn’t do that to you, it felt like the right thing to do.”

“It’s not important, not anymore.” He pulled me in for another kiss while he sent his love through the bond. “I’ve waited a hundred years for you, my mate, and I would wait a million more if that meant that I would end up with you.” I blushed and he turned me around, my back pressed on his chest while we watched the rest of the event, his chin rested on top of my head and i just cling to that feeling of joy that soothed my body and soul and I just allowed myself to sink into that happiness. Finally my soul felted complete and I knew things would be better.

#acotar #fluff #angst #night court #velaris #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #sarahjmaas #shadowsinger #azriel x y/n #winter court #kallias #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #starfall #moonlightazriel

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shitouttabuck · 2 days

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20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @devirnis @transboybuckley and @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove <3

how many works do you have on ao3?

what’s your total ao3 word count?

207,784 (fake number wtf)

what fandoms do you write for?

9-1-1

top five fics by kudos:

you can start a family who will always show you love

bucket list fic

love you like a dog

grocery store friends to fiancés

high-on-painkillers very-in-love eddie diaz

do you respond to comments?

i try to but i’m very very very bad at it and the longer i leave it the worse it gets. to everyone who still leaves a comment anyway: i love you so bad and there is a reply coming i promise

what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

could not write an angsty ending if you had a gun to my head i fear

what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

mmmm i think i love you like a dog 2: christmas boogaloo. because im a sucker for the beautiful wife happily ever after

do you get hate on fics?

i’ve got a couple on my fics complaining about mischaracterising buck lol but this one really REALLY funny public bookmark on bucket list fic:

i think about it DAILY

do you write smut?

yes indeed

craziest crossover:

never written one

have you ever had a fic stolen?

have you ever had a fic translated?

someone sent me an ask asking if they could last week which is. the coolest thing!

have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope

all time favourite ship?

buddie….. mulder and scully…..

what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

x files au SOMEDAY I PROMISE

what are your writing strengths?

mmm i have fun with dialogue

what are your writing weaknesses?

i def tend to overproject, esp on buck, and i can’t always tell if i’m being true to characterisation and also connecting scenes together and also writing multiple povs

thoughts on dialogue in another language?

yes but if it’s not a language i know then would def ask someone who knows it to proofread (thank you ryan beloved for spanish checking)

first fandom you wrote in?

THIS ONE

favourite fic you've written?

my heart’s over-pumping and your mouth is an ambulance but also baby can i hold you

tagging @eddiebabygirldiaz @onward--upward @clusterbuck @chronicowboy @jeeyuns @gayhoediaz @buckactuallys if you fancy !

#tag game

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lilsunflower95 · 7 months

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Seven Days A Week: Chapter One - Monday

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (f)

Genre: Smut

Rating: M - NSFW

Word Count: 5,461

Warnings: Rebound sex, bad previous relationship, Tinder usage, dirty talk, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, cursing, sir kink, Jungkook slams you up against a wall, kissing like angels fucking like devils, protected sex, messy blow job, communication kink, pierced nipples (ahem....), mention of one night stands, breakfast anyone?

Disclaimers: this is just fiction and not my true view of anyone

Summary: After getting out of a bad relationship, you decide Tinder was the key to breaking your dry spell.

A/N: Well... um... I thought it would be a short chapter. Maybe 1,500 words, but no. The bunny ran away and I followed it.

A/N2: My original plan was to do small chapters every day this week, but if they end up being long like this, I may need to spread them out over the next seven weeks.

m.list | AO3 | Wattpad

You couldn’t help but feel stupid while waiting for the app to download.

Was this desperate?

You worried your lip between your teeth as the app began to install.

You had already determined you weren’t going to tell anyone what you were doing.

But maybe you should, if you matched with anyone and they wanted to meet up, that was. Someone should know where you were going and who you’d be with.

Your heart clenched. Would your friends judge you? Well, if they did, then maybe they weren’t really your friends.

You were throbbing so hard it hurt and your toys just weren’t doing it.

You’d only broken up with your ex a few weeks ago and you still weren’t sure you wanted to have a serious relationship, but maybe a fuck buddy would be a nice change.

You created your account while holding your breath and scrolling through the selfies you’d taken when your hair and makeup had been done and settled on a few.

You paused, your thumb hovering over the Next button.

What if your brother or coworkers or boss were on this? How would they react?

They would block you and never talk about it. They wouldn’t ever come up in one of your matches anyway. You had nothing in common!

You’re overthinking.

You hit the button

Was this a terrible mistake? You were probably going to get a lot of creeps, but maybe… just maybe you’d get lucky.

You hadn’t been paying attention before your thumb made your mind up for you.

Before you knew it, you were being offered profiles.

The first few were cute, but you swiped them away and then…. He showed up.

His profile read JKaaaaaay.

Your heart forgot to hit a beat or two as your breath hitched. His bright doe eyes seemed to sparkle as brightly as his smile. He was strapped into a harness hanging upside down somewhere mountainous. He wore black long sleeved shirt and black pants that had fallen towards his knees as he seemed to be adjusting a camera attached to his helmet.

Bungee jumping?

You’d wanted to try that when you were an adventurous, rebellious teenager, but now you weren’t so sure you could muster the courage.

You switched over to another picture to see him squatting next to a big black Doberman who hadn’t been clipped. That made your heart melt… just a little.

The next photo was of Jungkook with two other men who were just as handsome as he was. They were out in a field, each of them reclining back to rest their head on the other in a strength and flexibility test.

The next photo was of him in a pub with another man wearing a black bucket hat. The two were smiling and holding up a beer.

The next photo was of him in the gym. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt that exposed his full sleeve tattoo. His hands were wrapped like he was preparing to go boxing.

The last photo was a silhouette of him standing before the Han River. The sky was a brilliant orange that you knew would be giving way to the velvety purple that was descending as the sun set.

You swiped right without thinking about it.

He probably had hundreds of girls vying for his attention. You were almost certain you’d be lost in a sea of admirers and overlooked.

You moved onto the next profile and swiped left a few times before a notification came in that you’d been matched.

You froze. You’d only liked one profile…. Did… did that mean?

No.

No way.

Oh what the fuck?!

You opened the notification and sure enough, Jungkook had matched with you.

Were you interested in chatting with him?

What would you talk about?

You opened the chat to see a very simple opening.

JKaaaaaay: hey :)

It was sweet. Was he shy? Was it possible for someone as handsome and seemingly well-liked as him to be shy?

Well, why not? He was human too.

You: hey :) how are you?

JKaaaaaay: I’m good… just chilling. Do you wanna video chat? I don’t wanna be weird, but it’s hard to check the vibe over text.

He wasn’t wrong. It was a smart thing to do. At least then you could confirm he wasn’t some weird old man or a bot.

You: yeah, definitely!

It only took a couple of moments before you were staring into Jungkook’s eyes as he sat on the floor in front of a white couch. He wore an oversized white shirt and a pair of dark rimmed glasses.

He smiled and tipped his head to the side as he chuckled. “Wow you’re beautiful.”

Your cheeks grew warm as you looked down. It’d been so long since you’d gotten a compliment, you’d almost forgotten what it felt like, authentic or not. “Thank you. You’re really handsome too.”

He lifted his knees and held them with his hands as he gave a breathy chuckle. A pause pregnant with a realm of possibilities settled between the two of you for only a moment. “I’m Jungkook.”

“I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N…” he let his eyes roved up to the ceiling as he murmured your name again. “That’s a pretty name. Well, what are you looking for on an app like this?”

You inhaled deeply and let your eyes trail to the side before shaking your head. “You know, I don’t really know. I… Well, I won’t go too much into it. Suffice it to say, I just got out of a relationship and, well… you know.”

He closed his eyes and nodded, the lights on his side shimmering on the twin piercings in his lip. “Mmm, I can guess, but I think you should tell me."

You swallowed hard and gave a shaky laugh as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt. "Oh, you don't really want to hear it."

He scoffed, a smile playing on his lips as he slid one leg down, leaving his hands wrapped around one knee and letting you see his tattooed hand. "Oh, but I do. Good communication turns me on."

"But it's …"

"But I like having an understanding of what I'm getting involved with. This may just be a one night thing. I may never find out if your name really is Y/N, but if I'm going to your yard, it's important for me to know how this going to impact us. I would hate myself if you regretted this."

He waved his hand between the two of you, signaling the potential hookup.

Your ex never wanted to discuss anything, no matter how small the issue seemed and now, here was a perfect stranger… caring.

It felt alien.

It felt… healing.

"How about we start with an easy one?" You nodded as he took off his glasses.

Fuck… why was that so sexy? They're just glasses! Has it really been so long?

"How long has it been since you last had sex?"

Your mind reeled as you frowned in thought. "I don't know for sure. Seven months? Maybe a little longer? I don’t know why I stayed with him for so long when he clearly wasn’t interested in me anymore. Maybe I was just afraid to be alone.”

His eyes went wide for a moment before searching for something off screen as he thought and nodded. “Is that what’s happening now? Are you all alone?”

You ran a hand over your arm and shrugged as you chewed on your bottom lip. “Yes.”

“What a terrible position to be in.” His voice was gentle and deep.

There was something in his voice, like he was prompting you to ask the question. You looked at your hands, then around your room.

You’d finally gotten your home looking the way you liked it. There were no more traces of your ex. But it was incredibly quiet when you finally came home at night from work, school, or from being with your friends.

It had been so long since you’d been kissed. Would you remember how to even do that?

“Would you….” Your words failed as you worried your lip again and stared up at your ceiling fan as your heart pulsed in your ears.

“Would I… what?” He tipped his head back slightly and smirked. “Use your words, princess and tell me what you need.”

Princess.

You couldn’t help but smile at that. It was nice to have a nickname.

You let out a shuddering breath as your smile grew before swallowing hard. “I… I want… company. I n-need t-to be touched.”

“Touched, hmm? Do you want me to touch you?”

Your lips parted as you looked slowly up at him through your lashes. You nodded slowly.

He shook his head, a smile curling on his lips. “Princess, this isn’t gonna work if you don’t use your words. You have such a pretty voice. Won’t you talk to me?”

Your mouth fell open as you stared at him blankly. You’d never met someone as direct or assertive like him. What would he be like in bed?

Visions filled your mind of him gripping your hair tightly as he fucked you from behind as roughly as he could. Your entire body began to throb

For a moment, you thought you had forgotten how to speak.

What even was the question? Oh… right.

You shifted on your bed to sit with your legs criss-crossed and inhaled deeply. Did you want him to come to your home? Did you want to be vulnerable with him? Could you trust him to be good to you?

You nodded before you realized you were doing, your subconscious overruling your overthinking. “Jungkook, I want you to touch me. I-I want you to show me what I’ve been missing.”

He leaned forward, his interest piqued. “What do you want me to do? I don’t know what you’ve been missing out on.”

He was going to drive you crazy. Your breathing became quick and shallow. If he wanted you to speak? Well… okay. “I want you to slam me up against the wall, kiss me like an angel, but then fuck me like a devil.”

It was his turn to go speechless as his eyes went wide and his mouth slipped over. “Well, alright then. Holy fuck, princess. My place or yours?”

“My place. What’s your number? I’ll text you my address.”

You sent him your address and hurried to your shower. Yes, you had showered that morning, but it was almost midnight and you wanted to be pristine for him.

Freshened up, shaved, oiled, and moisturized, you changed into the nicest lingerie you had, a splurge you’d gotten in a desperate attempt to get your ex’s eyes on you again, and dressed in an oversized button down shirt and a pair of short jean shorts.

Your phone lit up with a text message just as you’d asked Jungkook to do when he got to your place.

Was this a mistake? What had you gotten yourself into? Was it too late to call it off?

Did you want to call it off?

No… you were just nervous. It’d been so long, you’d closed yourself off to intimacy.

A soft knock came at your door, urging you to step out of your shell and trust again. Your heart tattooed an intricate pattern against your ribs as you made your way from your closet to the front door, pushing your hands through your hair while reminding yourself how you told him you wanted him to touch you.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…..

You inhaled deeply before unlocking the door and opening it.

He stood before you wearing baggy blue jeans, a grey hoodie, and a sweet smile. “I didn’t think a florist was open, but if there’s a next time, there’ll be flowers.”

“You’re so sweet.” You stepped to the side and let him enter before shutting the door while he stepped out of his shoes.

He looked around your lounge that you had dimmed the lights in. “You’ve got a nice place. Smells good in here too.”

“Thank you.” You pulled a lock of hair behind your ear and waited for a moment before he stepped close to you, the scent of his sweet cologne drifting up around you.

“So… you still want to do this?” You nodded, unable to meet his eyes. “Princess… are you not talking to me on purpose? Do you want me to teach you how to speak?”

Ahhh…. Oh fuck….

You clenched your eyes shut and nodded. “Teach me how to speak. I want to learn.”

Did this just get BDSM…y?

Oh, shit… your ex really had done a number on you, hadn’t he? Or had this been buried deep inside of you all along?

He gave a long hum, then hooked a finger under your chin, pulling your gaze to meet his. "Does a lady wish to be a good girl? Yes or no."

"Yes." Your voice was soft and shaky as his warm gaze made you melt.

"Good girl. Does this good girl wish to be kissed by an angel?"

Your legs grew weak as you stared dumbly up at him before letting your eyes slip to his lips. They looked so soft and full. "Yes."

He smirked and bit his lip, his eyes scanning the length of your body. "And after an angel kisses you, do you want to be fucked by a devil?"

You couldn't help the moan that fell from your lips. You needed to be touched. You needed to be ravaged by him. You shuddered and nodded eagerly. "Yes, I want to be fucked by a devil."

"Good girl."

You looked down as you tried to control your breathing. You couldn't believe this was happening and with someone so handsome as Jungkook.

It made your head spin.

Your brain went numb when you first saw Jungkook’s feet, then his hands take yours before he walked you quickly backwards until your back slammed into the wall of your entryway. You gasped and looked up at him with wide eyes as he pinned your hands over your head.

His dark eyes looked sweetly down into yours as though you were the most precious being he’d ever laid eyes on. He trailed the tips of his fingers down your palms, then your arms, sending shivers down your spine. He slipped them up to cup your cheeks in his palms and tipped your head up as your arms drifted down to wrap around his neck, drawing him closer to you.

He brushed the tip of his nose against yours, closing his eyes then tipped his head and pressed his lips to yours, drawing a deep breath when he broke from you. He slid his hands down your sides and around your waist as he tipped his head to the other side and kissed you softly again.

He moved again and kissed along your jawline slowly before moving down to kiss down your neck. You ran your hands up and down his back as you groaned, insecurities forgotten as he kissed up to clasp your earlobe between his lips.

You moaned softly as you felt his fingers grip your shirt and unbuttoned the first button. He kissed down to the newly revealed skin, then unbuttoned the next button, kissing down each inch of skin as he went. He paused when he revealed your lacy black bra and glanced up at you with a quirked brow.

"Princess, you are a naughty girl, aren't you?"

"Yes." You whispered and raked your hand through his thick black hair while pushing down on his shoulder. "Don't stop. Want you to keep kissing me."

He chuckled and continued on until your shirt was completely undone. He locked eyes with you as he unbuttoned your shorts and slid the zipper down.

You pouted as he stood and smoothed a finger along your jaw. "You stopped."

He chuckled. "That wouldn't be kissing." He cupped the back of your head and kissed you softly before mumbling against your lips. "That would be eating."

You knocked your head back against the wall and squeezed your eyes shut. You wanted to clutch your hair into your hands and scream.

Did you dare ask?

Fuck it.

"D-do you? Do you eat?"

"The angel is far too pure to do such naughty things." He moved his lips to your ear and whispered. "But the devil does."

"Oh, fuck." You gripped his shoulders as your body trembled. "I need you. I want you. Fuck me. Please!"

"Yeah?"

You tipped your head back as your pussy throbbed painfully. "Please, Jungkook! Please fuck me!"

He pulled your shirt open slowly, grinning when you shuddered again and peeled the garment down your arms until it fell to the ground.

"Do you want me to eat you out?" He tugged you closer by the belt loops of your shorts.

When was the last time anyone had done that to you? Your ex had made it seem like it was such a disgusting thing to do, you'd become ashamed to ask for it. It hadn't even crossed your mind while you were getting ready.

But, God how you wanted it….

"Yes."

You opened your eyes when your shorts were tugged down roughly. You gasped as he sank to his knees and lifted one foot, then the next before tossing them to the side. He kissed your stomach, just above the hem of your panties before hooking his fingers into them and tugging them down your thighs, kissing down your thighs one at a time until you stepped out of them.

You leaned back against the wall and let him move one of your legs over his broad shoulder.

Oh…. This was actually going to happen. He wasn't being shy or hesitant about it at all.

He wanted to do this.

"You're gorgeous. Wow. Look at how pretty you are." He smoothed his thumbs across your lips and pulled them open. "You're so wet. Damn princess."

He licked his lips and leaned in to kiss your mound first before stroking his tongue through your folds, humming and wrapped one arm around your hips, keeping you close and used his big hand to steady your thigh.

The tip of his tongue outlined your core while he hummed again and purposefully ignored your aching clit.

"Jungkook." You bucked your hips and stroked your fingers through his hair as he circled his tongue around once more.

Speak up! the back of your mind chided you.

You moaned and pushed one hand into your hair. "Please, Jungkook. Fingers. My clit. Please."

It wasn't the most coherent request you'd ever made, but he smoothed his tongue over your clit slowly as he skimmed the tips of his fingers down your thigh and pushed his middle finger between your folds and gasped as he pushed into you, slowly thrusting it in and out.

"Fuck Y/N… you're so tight." He eased his pointer finger into you and sucked a breath between his teeth. "I'd be pounding this pretty little pussy every day if I could."

"No one's stopping you." You hadn't realized you were speaking until he froze and looked up at you with wide eyes.

You weren't lying, but you had worried you'd scared him off by moving too fast. He hadn’t made you come. You hadn’t even made it to your bedroom yet.

He twisted his fingers inside of you and curled them towards your stomach, making you gasp and slam your arms against the wall as if he'd pinned you there with his mind.

You whimpered and moaned as he trusted in and out and used his thumb to gently rub your clit.

You didn't know if you wanted to scream, cry, fidget, or let whatever nonsense fall out of your mouth.

He smiled up at you as he searched for your spot carefully.

"Well, you know, that is true. I'm happy to help if you want me to."

"As if I could say no to this every day?" You whimpered and bucked your hips as he just missed your spot.

He kissed your lower stomach and pulled you as close to him as he could. “Oh really? How about I fuck you every day for the next week? Then when your ex calls begging for you to come back to him, you can tell him you’ve gotten laid more this week than you have in the last seven months?”

Then he hit your spot, making your toes curl and your back arch as you cried out.

“Oh god!”

His eyes went wide as he sped up having found what he was looking for. “That’s it, baby. Just relax and enjoy it. Just relax. Let it happen.”

He moved back to suck on your clit as he watched you and clutched you to him as you writhed and pinched a nipple between your fingers. You pushed your fingers through his hair and gripped it tightly to keep him right where he was, loving how he hummed against you.

It didn’t take long for a string inside of you to tighten and snap, sending you forward. You gripped his shoulders as your hair fell down his back, surrounding you both like a shining curtain.

He pulled away from you with a small pop and touched your cheek softly as he whispered. “Good girl.”

He stayed on his knees, letting you hang on to him until you caught your breath. When you had, you leaned back against the wall and pressed your hand to your brow as he stood, still fully clothed.

“You make such pretty little sounds.” He pressed his palms against the wall on either side of your waist, pinning you in place. “The world would be a better place if it could hear your song frequently. May I kiss you?”

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck as he kissed you softly and sweetly. The tip of his tongue brushed against your lips then pressed past them to meet yours in a slow dance that seemed to last for only a moment before your body began to ache.

It felt like something in you was breaking, like ice shattering and exposing your molten core that had been hidden away for far too long.

You timidly brushed the back of your hand against his jeans, gasping when you felt his bulge. You turned your hand and cupped it, giving him a small squeeze before he broke away, sucking a breath between his teeth. "Does sir want me to pleasure him?"

"Baby…," he gave a breathy chuckle and ran his tongue over his lip rings. "You didn't mention you were kinky on your profile."

“I didn’t think I was.” You hooked your fingers in the waistband of his jeans and looked up at him through your lashes with wide eyes. “You do something to me that I can’t explain. I’m saying things I wouldn’t normally say… I feel adventurous in ways I haven’t ever felt before.”

He swayed as a smile bloomed on his lips. “Is that so? Prove it. Ask me again.”

You made your voice lighter and airier. “Does sir want me to pleasure him?”

“Yes, sir does. Get on your knees pretty princess.” You sank down as he pulled his shirt off, revealing his broad shoulders, well sculpted and tattooed arms, and pierced nipples.

“Sir is so handsome!” You traced your fingers across his chiseled abs and licked your lips, watching his eyes follow your tongue. “Does sir want me to please him with my pretty little mouth?”

“It’s always the sweet, innocent looking girls that are absolutely fucking naughty, isn’t it?” You giggled and swayed from side to side in a happy little dance. “You may please sir with your pretty little mouth. Show sir what you can do.”

You turned your attention to his jeans and unbuttoned them then pulled the zipper down and only tugged on them once before they fell down and pooled around his ankles.

His black boxers were tight around his muscular thighs that you traced with your fingers. It was like he was a statue of Adonis brought to life. You couldn’t help yourself but to kiss one thigh then the other. Your ex had a nice body, but it wasn’t anything like this.

Nor what was barely hidden from sight. You looked up at him as you smoothed your hand up what you wanted the most, your jaw falling open as he filled your hand.

“Sir is so big!” While he wasn’t astonishingly big, he was considerably larger than your ex. Your body throbbed and clutched at nothing. “Sir must want me so much to be this hard.”

Jungkook gave a breathy laugh as he smoothed his large hand over your hair. “I do want you. I want you very, very much.”

You smiled and bit your lower lip as you inched his boxers down until the tip of him peeked out with the small dollop of precum waiting for you. Without hesitation, you rose up on your knees and kissed it away, humming against him as you savored his flavor. He groaned and pushed his fingers into your hair.

You glanced up at his lust shot eyes as you dragged your tongue down his length as it became exposed while you drew his boxers down until they were around his ankles too. He stopped out of them and watched as you licked up his member and kissed the tip again before kitten licking at the small nub at the base of his head with various speeds, first slow then fast, then slow again before taking the tip of him in your mouth.

“Such a good girl. You’re so nice and warm and wet.” He pulled your head towards him, pushing himself further into your throat. “Think you can take all of me? Hmm?”

You groaned and did the best you could to relax your gag reflex. It’d been so long though that you couldn’t help but to gag. You kept your eyes on his as you urged yourself to go further even as tears slid down your cheeks. His brow furrowed as you hollowed your cheeks and gagged again until your nose touched the smooth skin of his hips.

“Fucking good girl! Holy shit Y/N.” He gripped your hair in both of his hands and slowly thrust his hips. “Took all of me like such a good girl even after all that time. Are you sure you’re not gaming me?”

You pulled back, watching a string of saliva make a bridge from your lips to his cock. “I’m not. I thought I wasn’t good at any of this.”

“Baby, you were lied to by a lying liar who lies.” He watched as you twisted your hand as you began to bob your head, tipping your head one way then the other like you were a bobble head as you went. You’re fucking incredible.”

You hummed and watched his brow furrow as his grip on your hair tightened while your free hand slid up his inner thigh and moved to cup him gently, careful of your pressure as you massaged him with the swell of your palm.

“Fuck!” He shuddered and hunched his shoulders as he tipped his head to his chest. You felt him tighten in your hand as you moaned around him. He was getting close. “I need to be in you. Do you want me to fuck you?”

You pulled off of him with a pop and inhaled deeply. “Yes. Fuck me Jungkook. Please!”

He pulled you up and dipped down to grab a small gold package from his pocket then gripped your ass and hauled you up until your legs were wrapped around his hips. “Bedroom?”

You pointed down the hallway. “That way.”

He kissed you and made his way to your bedroom until he could drop you onto the bed. You giggled and pressed your knees together as you massaged one nipple and bit your thumb while you watched him rip the package open and roll the condom on then look at you. “Ready?”

A sudden burst of shyness made you cover your breasts as he slipped a hand between your knees, waiting for you to nod before he pushed them apart.

He must have seen the look in your eyes because the hunger in his eyes softened as he hovered over you. “I promise I won’t hurt you. I know it’s been a while and you are so tight. I’ll be slow. Just talk to me, okay?”

You nodded and rested your legs against his sides as you let out a heavy breath and began to tremble in anticipation.

He kissed you slowly as he moved a hand between the two of you. “You can always tell me to stop. You’re in charge.”

“You’re so sweet, Jungkook. Thank you.” You smiled and touched your fingers to his cheeks when you felt the tip of him at your core. You nodded and gasped along with him as he pushed into you slowly as if you were losing your virginity all over again.

You clenched around him and delighted in the way he clenched his teeth and tipped his head back as he closed his eyes. You watched his Adam’s apple bob before he began to thrust slowly, quelling the ache you’d had for far too long. “You feel so good. You can go harder.”

His breathing quickened as he did as you requested and thrusted harder.

You were growing dizzy at the pleasure that flooded your system.

This was exactly what you had needed.

You sighed and tipped your hips, roving them until his tip hit your spot straight on, sending a strong surge of pleasure shooting through you.

You cried out and gripped his neck while your walls clutched at him tightly, desperate to tell him that was where you needed him the very most. “Right there Jungkook! Just like that! Oh my god!”

“Right there? Baby girl likes it right there?” He dipped his head, resting his brow against your collarbone before pressing a kiss to the warm skin of your chest as he obediently thrusted in exactly the same way over and over and over. “Stay quiet, Y/N. Don’t want to wake the neighbors so late on a Monday.”

You nodded and allowed him to kiss you and thrust his tongue into your mouth as he drilled into you and pushed an arm under your back to keep you close. He pulled away only to take a nipple into his mouth and suck on it. You whined and bucked against him as his tongue circled around your hardened nub. “I’m close! I’m close! Please!”

You gripped his hair and arched your back as he peppered your chest in kisses. Your legs trembled around him as he pounded into you with everything he had.

“Relax. Relax. I’ll get you there. Enjoy this.” He lifted one of your thighs and groaned as he pushed further into you. “Almost. So good for me, Y/N. So good, princess. Come for me. Come on pretty baby. Come for me.”

You took a deep breath and demanded your body relaxed. It only took a few seconds more of his cock stroking your spot until you clutched him to you and moaned as loud as you dared while your second orgasm ripped through you.

Jungkook buried his face against your neck and groaned against your skin as his hips shuddered then grew still. “Holy shit baby.”

“That… that was…. “ You stared dreamily up at your ceiling as your eyes grew heavy, relief flooding your system. “Wow.”

"Yeah…." He yawned and slid his other arm under you as he sighed against your neck and let his weight rest against you. "Wow."

A few moments passed before you heard a soft snore before letting your eyes close.

The next morning, you drifted awake slowly. It had been a long time since you and your ex had shared a bed. The weight of an arm around your waist and a soft breath on your neck made your soul light as you breathed in deeply.

“You awake, princess?”

You smiled at Jungkook’s gentle voice and pet name. "You stayed."

He nestled closer to you and kissed your throat with a hum. "Yeah… I had someone leave me in the middle of the night and it made me feel gross and used. I didn’t want to make someone else feel like that.”

You shifted to look at him, his hand never leaving your waist. You sighed and touched his cheek with the pad of your thumb. “Thank you. For sharing and staying. Can I make you breakfast?”

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Summary: You and Wanda Deal with the aftermath of what actually happened at last year’s party.

Parings: Stoner! Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, Harassment, groping, smut, fingering, cursing, drug use, alcohol use, spit,

A/N: 18+ only If you do not have your age in your bio you will be blocked. also not proof read so any errors and mistakes are all mine.

Part 3 | Part 5

Well, that shut Wanda up, she honestly forgot about what happened with Jean It wasn’t anything memorable. "Oh" Wanda finally breaths out and that’s all she has to say? you don’t give Wanda any indication on your mood right now, your expression is blank. "Yeah, oh." you reply back nonchalantly. Wanda tries to comfort you, but you don’t want, nor do you need her comfort. what ever happened, happened you were over it. "Look, y/n I'm sorry." she breaths out while actually having a guilty expression on her face. Was the demon spawn actually capable of showing empathy? or was this just a trick? you go for the latter, but it really doesn’t matter anyway because you were over this whole thing.

"Don't worry about it, it's not like we were together or anything." you shrug your shoulders and keep your gaze on the garage door leading back to the party.

She still felt like shit for treating you that way, she doesn’t know what exactly went on in her mind, but the moment had been ruined and you left so she looked elsewhere to satisfy what you left aching in her core. Wanda gently grabs your chin, seeking your eye contact. "It's still not an excuse, it was a shitty thing to do." Her apology sounds genuine, but this happened a year ago. you already moved on from it, why couldn’t she all of a sudden? "Let me make it up to you." she tried slithering her hand back up your skirt, but you were quick with your movements in shoving her hand away.

You put a stop to all her advances. "I'm good, maybe you should try looking for Jean." you say while giving her a tight-lipped smile. As you try moving past Wanda, she blocks your every attempt at leaving your spot next to the car. “I don’t care about Jean and you’re not leaving out of here until we talk about this!” She says with a hint of anger and desperation as she grips your arms with force. Seriously what was with her and just grabbing on you like this? It was true whatever she and Jean had was nothing like what she wanted with you. Wanda didn’t do relationships, her and Jean were just fuck buddies from time to time. Nothing more, at least from her end it was nothing more than a quick fuck. Wanda was not about to let something stupid she did from last year stop her from having you this time. “I don’t care to talk about this, whatever this is, and I don’t understand why you’re so persistent about me. I knew coming here was a mistake I’m leaving.” Wanda keeps you in place blocking your way to exit.

“Wanda, move.”

“Make me.” You’re honestly tired of her and this game she’s playing. Why did it take her a year to chase after you? The small moment you both shared last year didn’t seem to mean anything to her. You were just tossed away until someone else caught her attention. Jean caught her attention.

“You’re really starting to fucking annoy me Maximoff!” Everything happened so quickly she only remembers the sound of a soft thud. she looks up at you with wide eyes and erratic breathing. Wanda didn’t see it coming, now her back was pressed against the cold metal of Tony’s car and your hand was around her throat. she was caught off guard but still turned on at the strength you just displayed. you changed the tone, she came to this party knowing she was going to fuck you senseless, but yet here she is with her back pressed against the hood of a car in a garage.

You won’t lie seeing her like this under you has you “You talk about me and my mouth? What about yours? Someone needs to put you in your place” she’s absolutely infatuated with you the way you just took control over her out of nowhere. “Maybe I should put your mouth to good use. You'll like that won’t you?” She lets out a soft whimper at the thought of finally getting to taste you.

“Of course, you would, are you used to fucking anyone you want Wanda? I wonder if anybody else has had the pleasure of seeing you like this, of having control over you like this.” Your fingers release her neck from its previous hold. You slowly trail your fingers up her neck and lightly touch her lips. She didn’t answer your question you knew she wouldn’t. her mind is to dumb right now to speak full sentences.

“Did you give her control like this?” she whispers “No”

You stare down at her and whisper softly. “Open your mouth.” She does so with no hesitation. You smirk at her eagerness to obey your commands like she wasn’t the dominant one a few moments ago. Did you really have her wrapped around your finger like this? Maybe you should enjoy it and have some fun with her as well. You spit in her mouth and wait for her to react; she stares up at you wide eyed and excited. You push your middle and index finger past her lips, and she instantly sucks them without you telling her to do so. After a short moment of exploring her mouth with your fingers She gives you a playful look before she bites down on your fingertips causing you to retreat.

You shake your hand trying to soothe the stinging sensation. “I told you to make me, you’re not gonna shut me up that easy baby” You lunge forward finally crashing your lips onto hers. The kiss is messy, rushed, and filled with anger. You gasp when she locks her legs around your waist. And at the sudden intrusion of her hand guiding yours up her skirt. She giggles wickedly in response even now as your hands are inching up her thighs until you fight against her causing a stop in your movements. Panic starts to shoot through you. “You’re not wearing anything under here?” She sends you a devious look in return “Nope” she tightens her grip on top of your hand to keep you in place. “So, you knew this would happen?”

“Well not exactly, but I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me for much longer” she gives you a dopey grin. You lean away from the car a bit, not being able to fully retreat based on the hold Wanda had you in.

“You’re a damn psycho-”

Your fingers enter her without warning causing you to release a gasp and Wanda to release a loud moan. Thankfully the music drowned it out. But you didn’t move your fingers forward, so you’re confused as to how you got here, inside Wanda. You look up and see her with a devious smug smile on her face. She has you trapped now. How did you not feel her hands pull you forward? Maybe this was a bad idea you thought if you played Wanda’s game and caught her off guard that she’d back off a bit. You were wrongly mistaken, you only edged her on even more.

She giggles at your reaction, pulling the rest of her skirt above her hips for you to have a full display of her. Wanda pulls you closer as her voice softly sends a sensation over your lips. “I got tired of talking and this is way past foreplay so, move your fucking fingers baby.” You stare at her mouth gaping, until you feel a stinging pain of sensation on your face. she slapped you. “I. said. move.” Her grip on your shoulders increases in strength. When it’s clear you aren’t moving, she takes the initiative to move on her own. She tuts at your defiance; she’ll remember that when it’s her turn. Wanda doesn’t waste time or bother with starting out at a slow pace. she thought about it for a moment but the way you had her clit throbbing and the whole teasing aspect that played out moments ago in this spot as her feigning for you in any way she can have you.

When you actually get the courage to start moving you keep your pace hard and steady leaving no room for her to speak, you don’t want her to speak while you fuck her like this. you’ve heard enough of her voice for one day. She doesn’t like that you’re not looking at her, she’s been dreaming about this for so long and now that it’s happening it needs to be perfect. so, she grabs your face seeking eye contact. You don’t want that connection, you just wanted to shut her up and let you leave this room.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” you shake your head no and she counters it by nodding her head yes “Yes you are, look at you.” she says, giving you a sinister smile. “Say it, I want to hear you say it, how you love being inside me, how you loved this game we were playing.” you stay silent continuing to let Wanda use you. “You can’t even say it, can you? awww you scared of the truth?” She mockingly laughs at your silence basically confirming what she already knew to be true.

“Shut up.” you say hissing with anger.

“Like I said you’re gonna have to make-”

“Fuc-” you cover her mouth with your hand, which she didn’t appreciate but there’s nothing she can do at the moment. with the feeling of her vibrations on your palm. you think she attempted to laugh after her loud outburst was cut off.

“Shut. up.” You say through gritted teeth. The way your fingers stroked her walls she didn’t want to do anything that would make you stop. She’s nearing her climax and decides to meet your thrusts with more force.

“You want to cum?” She nods her head. Your hand is still covering her mouth but she’s not going to let it slide anymore she wants you to hear her moan as she cums on your fingers. Wanda wants the sound and the image embedded in your brain. She licks the palm of your hand making you pull away from her mouth with a look of disgust, but you never stop pounding into her. No longer looking at her you’re distracted by the way her walls close in on your fingers. You pound into her harder, deeper and with purpose. “I knew you had fire in you.” you focus on the feel of her tight pussy and the gushing sound of her arousal. you won’t lie, you're enjoying this.

“Fuck.” you whisper in fascination.

“See I knew you were enjoying this; you feel how wet I am?” she’s out of breath and she still manages to laugh at your newfound confidence and determination. “It’s all for you princess” you look back up at her in terror of being caught. your eyes link with her almost as if you’re in a trance you can’t look away. somehow it seems like her eyes darken even more than before. Wanda is loving the eye contact right now it gets her closer to finishing just from staring at you directly as your pound into her. only you can have her like this, but you don’t know it yet. “You’re not so innocent, Are you? God, I knew you would be something special, my special girl.” Wanda manages to get that out despite her ragged breathing and her loud panting. The only sound in this room is the wetness from Wanda’s cunt, moans and the thudding sound of your bodies making contact with Tony’s car. You bring your lips back to Wanda’s for an electrifying kiss. You pull back, dragging your tongue down her cheek to the side of her neck. She holds your head in place finding the new contact euphoric.

“Right there, princess.” She wants to tell you to mark her, at this point she’s yours you own her, and she would gladly wear your marks. you nibble suck and kiss her neck. All previous thoughts she had about that disappeared when you moved away from her neck. With your sudden change in movement, you pull her shirt down harshly revealing her perfect breasts and your mouth waters as you quickly think about the moment in the coffee shop. She likes to be pinched.

“Oh fuck, you remembered?” She arched her back off the car. She wants more pressure from your hands on her nipples. You nod your head unintentionally; you were just as dumbed out as Wanda was. “I thought I told you to shut up Maximoff.” your warm breath faintly hits her lips. “Mmm I might be whipped, but I’m not that whipped baby. if I wanted to, this situation would be reversed.” You quirk your eyebrow up at her, that’s totally a lie.

“Is that right?” she nods her head

“Yea--”

You push her body back against the metal car. She hisses at the slight pain but she takes it, she’ll take anything you give her.

“Ohh shit!”

You pinch and tug on her hardened nipples a little harsher, resulting in her walls closing in on your fingers, you also remember Wanda saying you could pinch other places. you stop your attack on her nipples.

“What the fuck!” She growls in anger, but you quickly shut her up by replacing your fingers with your mouth while moving your other hand down to pinch her neglected clit.

“Ohh my god, don’t stop, please don’t stop I’m gonna cum.” did she just say please? oh that ignites something in you, you never thought would happen. Wanda saying please and begging you to keep fucking her was never on your mind, but you want her undone you want her empty headed. With Wanda receiving pleasure and sensations in three places you think she’s waited long enough. you finally add a third finger to finish the job and angle your fingers to stroke her G- spot.

Wanda releases a loud pornographic moan you wouldn’t mind hearing on a daily. When she finally reaches her climax, she throws her head back harshly against the car. Intune with her moan you’re startled by the ear shrieking sound of the car alarm going off. You bring your hand up to cover your ear as you stand there still mesmerized by Wanda in that moment of her coming down from her high. There was another reason why you didn’t want to hear her voice and that was one of them. You’ll definitely be thinking of this for a while. She laughs at the sound of the alarm going off, not even bothering to fully move off the car or to cover her ears from the sound. When Wanda notices the silence from you, she stops laughing. Wanda stares back at you waiting for you to say something. You just fucked Wanda Maximoff…. aka demon spawn this was not in your plans, and it was definitely going to make things worse.

“Y/n?” You don’t answer her, you pull away from her and finally remove your fingers from her warm cunt. You whimper at the sight of her glistening pussy and the way her arousal leaked out of her onto the hood of the car. You start to feel a rise of panic through your body and quickly pick up your jacket from the floor walking at a fast pace to the other side of the room and running out of the door.

“Shit!

Y/n, Wait!” She struggles to fix her clothes and stand on her legs, but she still tries to chase after you through the Smokey hallway. When she gets back to the party area and doesn’t see you, she goes to get a drink, she needed it after the way you fucked her and honestly, she would rather be at home now or somewhere with you. Who fucks someone and runs out the door immediately after? Well, she can’t fault you. Maybe this was payback for her swapping you out with Jean last year.

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Will you stop doing that!” Wanda swats her hands at Natasha. Natasha chuckles as she dodges Wanda’s attack. “So did you have fun with y/n?” she wiggles her eyebrows.

“How do you-” She stops herself from speaking any further. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” she brushes past the assumption. She didn’t want to talk to Nat about what happened; she wants to keep her experience with you to herself.

Natasha quirks an eyebrow up at Wanda, this was new. Her not wanting to share sexual details? Natasha already put the pieces together when she saw you running out of the party. “Wanda, unless you had an accident again, I’m pretty sure you have slick on the front of your skirt and you’re leaking.”

“What!” She looks down at her leather skirt. How did she not feel her own juices running down her leg? Must have been the adrenaline of seeing you flee out the door. Natasha was just a list to ask Wanda something else when Tony’s voice sounds loudly over the music. “WHO THE HELL WENT IN THE GARAGE NEXT TO MY CAR!” Nat and Wanda both exchange looks. “WHO FUCKED IN THE GARAGE AND LEFT THEIR JIZZ AND A DENT ON THE HOOD OF MY MUSTANG!?!”

“Catch you later?” Nat nods to Wanda

“Yup, I’m not sticking around for that bitch fit.” Wanda is brought out of her thoughts as she sees a familiar figure walking by her.

"Bishop, We need to talk." Wanda throws her arm around Kate stopping her from leaving. "About what?” Kate didn’t know what else there was to talk about she did her part. she got you here and she left you with her so unless Wanda was going to give her a drug freebie more often this had Kate curious. “About Y/n.” Wanda rolls her eyes and huffs her breath as if what she wanted was obvious. What more could Wanda want? Kate thought once she got Wanda to see she completed her task that everything would be done. “I got her here. That was all I was supposed to do and why are you breathing like that? And what the hell happened to you? Did you go overboard and have an accident again?”

“No bishop, Fuck off I need you to tell me y/n’s class schedule.” Kate wasn’t too sure about this; it was one thing to encourage you to come with her to a party but to keep feeding Wanda information had Kate rethinking this whole thing. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Wanda.” Wanda’s suffocation vice grip on Kate’s neck turns into a bruising pain. to anybody else it looks like Wanda casually has her arm around Kates neck and not in this crushing chokehold. “You know Katie I wonder what would happen if the coach of the archery team found out about your little “Midterm” problem.” Wanda leans in close to Kate’s ear and sinisterly whispers. I actually think I want to test that out, What do you think?” Kate furiously shakes her head no. “No, Please don’t do that.” Wanda releases her grip around Kate after her response.

“Then do as you’re told. No questions asked got it?” Kate nods her head in acknowledgment as Wanda smiles and goes back to her chill and laid-back demeanor. “Great! Now that that’s out of the way. What’s her class schedule?”

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