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giasfolklore · 6 months

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ONE OF YOUR GIRLS

“i just wanna be one of your girls tonight.”

꒰ synopsis ꒱ྀི with the need to stand up for working overtime and still not getting paid enough you were challenged to talk to the chief of the medical department but things took a wild turn there and guess what? It wasn’t just talking.

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꒰ content warnings ꒱ྀི nsfw (17+), fem!reader, praise, dom!geto, oral (f! recieving), pussy drunk geto, rushed, unprotected sex, porn with plot.

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I imagined trudging into his office and slamming the door shut. Before he could ask me what I was doing, I’d take of my shirt. Then I’d walk over and sit on him, and kiss him. Let him remove my bra. He’d have a hand on my back and the other on the back of my head. That way I couldn’t back out. I’d pull off his shirt and work with his belt.

Once the fly was down he’d carry me onto his desk, and we’d work together to push off all the papers. Then he’d pull out his cock, and quickly pull down my underwear. He’d be so horny that my panties would only be at my knees and he’d penetrate.

Then he’d pump as hard as he could and I’d moan as loud as I wanted to. Who cares who hears? I’d squeeze the cum out of him. It would be something that seemed perpetual. And, no, there’s no part where I imagine us putting our clothes back on. We wouldn’t. Instead, we’d try some more; on the floor, me sitting on him, me against the wall. We’d fuck our brains out.

These scenes repeated and altered themselves in my mind as I bit into my sandwich.

“… right, y/n?”

I turn suddenly, “I’m sorry, what?”

“Our overtime. It’s unfair,” Paris said.

“Yeah,” Ashley agreed, “We’re overworked and underpaid.” As she continued her speech, the other nurses were nodding their heads and making affirmative noises. “They should stop letting the doctors get off so easy. Otherwise, pay us more or hire more of us. Now who’s gonna’ march into the chief’s office and tell him?”

“Not me,” Paris shook her head, “It’s a lost cause. He’s too busy with his divorce and whatnot.”

“I’ll do it,” I said without thinking. They all began to laugh.

“You?” Ashley said in disbelief.

“Yeah, no offense, y/n, but you’re not exactly the type who wins arguments,” Paris said.

Another girl, I forgot her name, said, “Yeah, what’re you going to do?” She began to mock me; put her hands behind her back, looked down at the ground, and wiggled her feet, “Umm… sir… C-c-could you please…” She didn’t even finish. They all laughed once more.

I stood up and threw my sandwich onto the table. “Oh yeah? Watch me.”

I could feel their wide-eyed stares as I marched down the hall. What was I doing? What am I thinking?

That was stupid of me to ask. Of course I know what I’m thinking. The circumstances were perfect. I was thinking to get some, that’s what. This was my chance. I had an excuse to go down to his office.

But when I got there, I choked.

“Hi, y/n,” he said absentmindedly, looking down at his papers. “What do you need?”

“Well, I…” I tried to remember bits and pieces of Ashley’s speech, “We work overtime, and we’re not getting paid enough, and you should pay us more, and hire more nurses, and… Wait, that’s not…” I slammed my forehead with my palm.

Smooth, Tiffany. Smooth. That was definitely sexy. How could he resist you now? Coward.

Suddenly, I thought of kissing him. I imagined him undressing me. I couldn’t think of a good argument. My clit had an itch that only his cock could scratch. It was warm, tingly and empty.

“ y/n-”

“I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer,” I barked out, and immediately regretted it.

Overly demanding nurse equals mistress with whip? There are just some lines I can’t cross.

Geto looked up at me. He stood up and said, “Why should I? What will I get out of it? What are you willing to give me in return?”

This is your chance. Make it sexy. Seduce him.

I walked up to him until our faces were only a few inches away. I looked into his eyes and said, “Anything.”

He looked into my eyes, and then down the length of my body. Was he finally noticing me as a woman? Was he sizing me up? Was he looking at my boobs? I sure hoped so.

“On your knees,” he said.

“W-what?” I stuttered.

“You said you’d do anything, right? On your knees,” he demanded.

This wasn’t going the way I planned it, but I had to learn to be flexible if I wanted him to take me seriously. So I got on my hands and knees. Then Ken proceeded to walk around me. I assumed the worst as I heard him shut the door and unzip his fly.

Before I knew it, his cock was right in my face. It was fully awake. White and its tip almost touching my nose.

“Suck me,” he demanded.

Well, at least it’s not anal sex, I rationalized. So I opened my mouth and put his cock in. I tried to move my tongue around, but suddenly his hand was at the back of my head. He jerked my head forward, “Suck me.” Now it was stuck down my throat, and I couldn’t breathe. I began to choke, but he didn’t care. He started pumping, with his hand still at the back of my head, and the tip of his dick was hammering on the back of my throat. I thought I was going to puke.

Before I knew it, Geto was pumping even harder and he began moaning. Then I felt something slimy slide down. I swallowed. The moment he pulled out I started to cough. I ran out of the office as fast as I could.

I hid inside a bathroom stall, ashamed. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was supposed to be romantic. It was supposed to be a moment where he finally saw me as a sexy, independent and confident woman. But all he needed was to jerk off.

No, c’mon. That was a good thing. I must have gotten his attention. I went out of the stall and looked at myself in the mirror. I washed my face so it wouldn’t seem too puffy. I traced the dark circles under my eyes from all the overtime. That’s sexy, right? The implication of long, sleepless nights, doing unspeakable things from the cover of night-time ‘til the break of dawn. I let my long raven hair out of its bun and shook my head a slightly to give it a messy, bedhead look, to give the idea that I was rolling around in a bed… with someone else. Then I looked at my uniform… Not much I could do in this area… Except maybe…

I went back into the stall and I removed my undershirt. Then I went back to the mirror. Now the silhouette of my black bra was more visible. In fact, the top edges of the cups were peeking out of the collar. Okay. Now I could go back outside.

I walked down the halls and went back to my regular duties. I was both excited and nervous for when the chief would see me again. This was a big hospital, but I knew he was going to look for me.

Before I knew it there was a tap on my shoulder and a sheepish Geto when I turned.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” he asked.

“Sure,” I smiled.

My heart was beating fast as we turned the corner. As we passed the janitor’s closet, I saw an opportunity. I was breaking a lot of personal boundaries today, so what was one more? I opened the door and pulled him in.

“I thought we might need a little privacy for this,” I explained as I closed the door.

“I’m sorry,” he began. “What I asked of you was inappropriate and out of line.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I slowly moved towards him, in an attempt to sound seductive. “I’d do it again, if you wanted.” I very slowly pulled off my shirt. Then I placed my arms around his neck and pushed my crotch up against his, “How about right now?”

Surprisingly enough we began kissing, and it was like I couldn’t pull him close enough to me. I ran my fingers through his hair as the stubble on his chin scratched on my skin. His fingers traced a line from the nape of my neck down to the small of my back, sending shivers down my spine. I felt his dick harden against my cunt, and I began to undo his belt. He pulled off his shirt, and I pressed my chest against his and began kissing him some more.

I was so hot my leg was starting to vibrate. Geto suddenly pulled away, “I think that’s your phone.”

“Oh.” Oh.

As I was about to read my text, he said, “Listen. I really want to make it up to you. Do you want to have dinner tonight?”

I smiled, “Yeah, I’d like that.” I bent down to reach for my shirt when he suddenly said,

“Can I see them?”

I got up slowly and turned to face him. I moved closer, and he unhooked my bra. I let it fall onto the floor, and he stared at them as he placed both hands on each of them. Then he looked up at me and cupped my face. We began kissing again. Only, this time, we did it much slower. But both our phones buzzed, so it was time to go.

We helped each other dress and went on with our duties. But I couldn’t concentrate. I needed more. I wanted his penis inside my vagina. It was screaming for it, involuntarily contracting throughout the day. I was even tempted to sneak a masturbation session in a bathroom stall. But I controlled myself. I told myself that it would be nothing compared to the real thing. It was the only thing that got me through the day.

When I finally finished my shift, I went home, took a shower, and got dressed. He picked me up at 8 and took me to a restaurant. It was really fancy, too. We sat in an where the seats formed a semi-circle with the open side facing out into the rest of the restaurant. The entire thing was padded with soft material. We sat almost beside each other.

The first thing we ordered was wine. Lots of it. We started talking about anything and everything. Then the subject moved to his divorce.

“My wife is very dominating and controlling,” he was explaining. “She knows what she wants, but she doesn’t care about the consequences.”

“Well, that’s better than being shy and quiet, isn’t it?” I laughed then looked down.

“No,” he put a finger on my chin and made me face him, “I get to learn new things about you. Especially after today.”

“Well,” I slid a little closer to him, “maybe after dinner you’ll get to discover more.” I rubbed my leg up and down his.

“Why wait?” he leaned in closer and began kissing me, sliding his leg up my thigh. I was a little startled when I felt a tug on my panties. I lifted myself up a little so he could pull them off easily. Thank god the table cloths were long. With my underwear on the ground, he began to squeeze my cunt and I gave out a slight moan. Then with his other hand, he rubbed my back in such a way that my bra became undone once again. I moved in closer and put a hand on his crotch, gently squeezing his dick, which started getting harder. Soon his finger was in, and I moaned even louder.

But I was aware that we were in a public place.

I pulled away and said, “Wait five minutes, then follow.” I pushed my underwear under the table cloth and got up. With a spring in my step I went to the unisex bathroom and didn’t lock it.

Five minutes seemed like forever when Geto finally came in. He locked the door behind him. I pulled off his blazer. He put his hands on my butt and pulled me in. We kissed and I pulled of his tie. He unzipped my dress and, as it fell to the floor, my bra dangled on my arms. As I unbuttoned his shirt, he took of his belt. I pulled it off and he unzipped his fly only to reveal a pair of boxers. Out of frustration, I pushed him to the wall, pulled down his boxers enough to expose his penis and then pushed it in. When its tip hit my cervix I let out a loud moan.

With his hands back on my butt he began pushing me in and in and in. With my arms snaked around his neck I sucked on his tongue as hard as I could, almost biting it a couple of times. He pulled away and kissed my neck, and I was caught off-guard. I almost yelled.

He then pushed me backwards, his penis falling out. I threw myself at him and kissed him again. He pulled down the toilet seat cover and sat down. I sat on top of him and couldn’t stop sighing. I pumped and bent backwards so he could kiss my breasts. Then he began to suck my nipples and I sucked on his neck.

He reached for my butt again and began to pull me in so hard his penis hammered onto my cervix, and I couldn’t help it. I could feel my insides contracting as hard as they could, and he began to moan as well. I was sure he was coming, and that I was, too. My patience served me well. This was a million times better than masturbating.

Then his pulling me in slowed down, and our bodies were pressed against each other the whole time. I lay my head on his shoulder, and he lay his on mine. We were both panting.

“Did you like it?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I exhaled. “You?”

“You were so wet,” he sighed. Then he pulled away to look into my eyes, “You’re so sexy.”

“You were really hot,” I was still panting. “Discover enough?”

“Yes.”

“Well,” I gave him a peck on the lips, “if we go over to my place, you’ll see a lot more.”

“How about actually having dinner first?” he joked.

I chuckled, “Sure. That, too.”

I very gently got off him and picked up my bra. As I put my dress on, I turned my back to him and said, “Could you help me with this?”

“Sure,” he said, and his hand slipped down and squeezed each butt-cheek once first. Then he zipped it up.

I turned around to help him with his tie. When I was done, I pulled him in closer and asked, “You sure you don’t want another round?”

“I’d love it,” he kissed me. “But I think people are waiting to use the bathroom.”

“But we’re using it,” I put my arms around him again.

He placed his hand on my hips, “Later.”

“Okay,” I kissed him, then let go. “Wait five minutes.”

I unlocked the door and went out and walked back to our table. I tried to very discretely put my underwear back on. But when Geto came back, he slipped his hand under my dress again, and frowned when he felt cotton.

“Why’d you put it back on?” he asked. I shrugged. “Leave it off. I want to touch you,” he began to pull it down again.

“So you’ll touch it, but you won’t use it?” I whispered in his ear.

“Later,” he smiled, then kissed me. “I like just being next to you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

I felt blood rushing to my cheeks. “Well, I like being near you, too.”

I slid closer so I could lay my head on his shoulder. He put an arm around me and pulled me in for a side hug. This was nice; an unexpected turn of events, if you were to base it from how it began. But I was elated. Tired, but not really. I felt confident. I felt like a woman.

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anotherhumaninthisworld · 1 month

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I understand the story of marat and his assassination event

But who is lepeletier?

Because I saw a drawing for him by louis David and I learned about his death which happen to be the same as Marat so yeah .. I wanna know about him.

According to the biography Michel Lepeletier de Saint-Fargeau, 1760-1793 (1913), its subject of study was born on 29 May 1760, in his family home on rue Culture-Sainte-Catherine, a building which today is the Bibliothèque Historique de la Ville de Paris. His family belonged to the distinguished part of the robe nobility. At the death of his father in 1769, Lepeletier was both Count of Saint-Fargeau, Marquis of Montjeu, Baron of Peneuze, Grand Bailiff of Gien as well as the owner of 400,000 livres de rente. For five years he worked as avocat du roi at Châtelet, before becoming councilor in Parliament in 1783, general counsel in 1784 and finally taking over the prestigious position of président à mortier at the Parlement of Paris from his father in 1785. On May 16 1789, Lepeletier was elected to represent the nobility at the Estates General. On June 25 the same year he was one of the 47 nobles to join the newly declared National Assembly, two days before the king called on the rest of the first two estates to do so as well. A month later, during the night of August 4 1789, he was in the forefront of those who proposed the suppression of feudalism, even if, for his part, this meant losing 80 000 livres de rente. Four days later he wrote a letter to the priest of Saint-Fargeau, renouncing his rights to both mills, furnaces, dovecote, exclusive hunting and fishing, insence and holy water, butchery and haulage (the last four things the Assembly hadn’t ruled on yet). When the Assembly on June 19 1790 abolished titles, orders, and other privileges of the hereditary nobility, Lepeletier made the motion that all citizens could only bear their real family name — ”The tree of aristocracy still has a branch that you forgot to cut..., I want to talk about these usurper names, this right that the nobles have arrogated to themselves exclusively to call themselves by the name of the place where they were lords. I propose that every individual must bear his last name and consequently I sign my motion: Michel Lepeletier” — and the same year he also, in the name of the Criminal Jurisprudence Committee, presented a report on the supression of the penal code and argued for the abolition of the death penalty. After the closing of the National Assembly in 1791, Lepeletier settled in Auxerre to take on the functions of president of the directory of Yonne, a position to which he had been nominated the previous year. He did however soon thereafter return to Paris, as he, following the overthrow of the monarchy, was one of few former nobles elected to the National Convention, where he was also one of even fewer former nobles to sit together with the Mountain. In December 1792 he started working on a public education plan. On January 20 1793, he voted for death without a reprieve and against an appeal to the people during the trial of Louis XVI (Opinion de L.M. Lepeletier, sur le jugement de Louis XVI, ci-devant roi des François: imprimée par ordre de la Convention nationale). After the session was over, Lepeletier went over to Palais-Égalité (former Palais-Royal) where he dined everyday. The next day, his friend and fellow deputy Nicolas Maure could report the following to the Convention:

Citizens, it is with the deepest affection and resentment of my heart that I announce to you the assassination of a representative of the people, of my dear colleague and friend Lepelletier, deputy of Yonne; committed by an infamous royalist, yesterday, at five o'clock, at the restaurateur Fevrier, in the Jardin de l'Égalité. This good citizen was accustomed to dining there (and often, after our work, we enjoyed a gentle and friendly conversation there) by a very unfortunate fate, I did not find myself there; for perhaps I could have saved his life, or shared his fate. Barely had he started his dinner when six individuals, coming out of a neighboring room, presented themselves to him. One of them, said to be Pâris, a former bodyguard, said to the others: There's that rascal Lepeletier. He answered him, with his usual gentleness: I am Lepeletier, but I am not a rascal. Paris replied: Scoundrel, did you not vote for the death of the king? Lepelletier replied: That is true, because my confidence commanded me to do so.Instantly, the assassin pulled a saber, called a lighter, from under his coat and plunged it furiously into his left side, his lower abdomen; it created a wound four inches deep and four fingers wide. The assassin escaped with the help of his accomplices. Lepeletier still had the gentleness to forgive him, to pray that no further action would be taken; his strength allowed him to make his declaration to the public officer, and to sign it. He was placed in the hands of the surgeons who took him to his brother, at Place Vendôme. I went there immediately, led by my tender friendship, and my reverence for the virtues which he practiced without ostentation: I found him on his death bed, unconscious. When he showed me his wound, he uttered only these two words: I'm cold. He died this morning, at half past one, saying that he was happy to shed his blood for the homeland; that he hoped that the sacrifice of his life would consolidate Liberty; that he died satisfied with having fulfilled his oaths.

This was the first time a Convention deputy had gotten murdered, and it naturally caused strong reactions. Already the same session when Maure had announced Lepeletier’s death, the Convention ordered the following:

There are grounds for indictment against Pâris, former king's guard, accused of the assassination of the person of Michel Lepelletier, one of the representatives of the French people, committed yesterday.

[The Convention] instructs the Provisional Executive Council to prosecute and punish the culprit and his accomplices by the most prompt measures, and to without delay hand over to its committee of decrees the copies of the minutes from the justice of the peace and the other acts containing information relating to this attack.

The Decrees and Legislation Committees will present, in tomorrow's session, the drafting of the indictment.

An address will be written to the French people, which will be sent to the 84 departments and the armies, by extraordinary couriers, to inform them of the crime against the Nation which has just been committed against the person of Michel Lepelletier, of the measures that the National Convention has taken for the punishment for this attack, to invite the citizens to peace and tranquility, and the constituted authorities to the most exact surveillance.

The entire National Convention will attend the funeral of Michel Lepelletier, assassinated for having voted for the death of the tyrant.

The honors of the French Pantheon are awarded to Michel Lepelletier, and his body will be placed there.

The president is responsible for writing, on behalf of the National Convention, to the department of Yonne, and to the family of Lepelletier.

The next day, January 22, further instructions were given regarding Lepeletier’s funeral:

On Thursday January 24, Year 2 of the Republic, at eight o'clock in the morning, will be celebrated, at the expense of the Nation, the funeral of Michel Lepeletier, deputy of the department of Yonne to the National Convention.

The National Convention will attend the funeral of Michel Lepeletier in its entirety. The executive council, the administrative and judicial bodies will attend it as well.

The executive council and the department of Paris will consult with the Committee of Public Instruction regarding the details of the funeral ceremony.

The last words spoken by Michel Lepeletier will be engraved on his tomb, they are as follows: “I am happy to shed my blood for the homeland; I hope that it will serve to consolidate Liberty and Equality; and to make their enemies recognized.”

In number 27 (January 27 1793) of Gazette Nationale ou Le Moniteur Universel, the following long description was given over Lepeletier’s funeral, held three days earlier:

The funeral of Lepeletier Saint-Fargeau was celebrated on Thursday 24 with all the splendor that the severity of the weather and the season allowed, but with such a crowd that it could have been the most beautiful day of the year. At ten o'clock in the morning his deathbed was placed on the pedestal where the equestrian statue of Louis XVI previously stood, on Place Vendôme, today Place des Piques. One went up to the pedestal by two staircases, on the banisters of which were antique candelabras. The body was lying on the bed with the bloody sheets and the sword with which he had been struck. He was naked to the waist, and his large and deep wound could be seen exposed. These were the mournful and most endearing part of this great spectacle. All that was missing was the author of the crime, chained, and beginning his torture by witnessing the sight of the triumph of Saint-Fargeau. As soon as the National Convention and all the bodies that were to form courage were assembled in the square, mournful music was played. It was, like almost all those which has embellished our revolutionary festivals, the composition of citizen Gossec. The Convention was ranged around the pedestal. The citizen in charge of the ceremonies presented the President of the Convention with a wreath of oak and flowers; then the president, preceded by the ushers of the Convention and the national music, went around the monument, and went up to the pedestal to place the civic crown on Lepeletier's head: during this time, a federate gave a speech; the president dismounted, the procession set out in the following order: A detachment of cavalry preceded by trumpets with fourdincs. Sappers. Cannoneers without cannons. Detachment of veiled drummers. Declaration of the rights of man carried by citizens. Volunteers of the six legions, and 24 flags. Drum detachment. A banner on which was written the decree of the Convention which ordered the transport of Lepeletier's body to the Pantheon. Students of the homeland. Police commissioners. The conciliation office. Justices of the peace. Section presidents and commissioners. The commercial court. The provisional criminal court. The department’s fix courts. The electorate. The provisional criminal court. The department's criminal courts fix. The municipality of Paris. The districts of Saint-Denis and the village of L’Égalité. The Department. Drum detachment. The seal of the 84, worn by Federates. The provisional executive council. National Convention Guard Detachment. The court of cassation. Figure of Liberty carried by citizens. The bloody clothes worn at the end of a national pike, deputies marching in two columns. In the middle of the deputies was a banner where Lepeletier's last words were written: "I am happy to shed my blood for my homeland, I hope that it will serve to consolidate Liberty and Equality, and to make their enemies known.”

The body carried by citizens, as it was exhibited on the Place des Piques. Around the body, gunners, sabers in hand, accompanied by an equal number of Veterans. Music from the National Guard, who performed funeral tunes during the march. Family of the dead. Group of mothers with children. Detachment of the Convention Guard. Veiled drums. Volunteers of the six legions and 24 flags. Veiled drums. Volunteers of the six legions and 24 flags. Veiled drums. Volunteers of the six legions and 24 flags. Veiled drums. Armed federations. Popular societies. Cavalry and trumpets with fourdines. On each side, citizens, armed with pikes, formed a barrier and supported the columns. These citizens held their pikes horizontally, at hip height, from hand to hand. The procession left in this order from the Place des Piques, and passed through the streets St-Honoré, du Roule, the Pont-Neuf, the streets Thionville (former Dauphine), Fossés Saint-Germain, Liberté (former Fossés M. le Prince), Place Saint-Michel and Rue d'Enfer, Saint-Thomas, Saint-Jacques and Place du Panthéon. It stopped front of the meeting room of the Friends of Liberty and Equality; opposite the Oratory, on the Pont-Neuf, opposite the Samaritaine; in front of the meeting room of the Friends of the Rights of Man; at the intersection of Rue de la Liberté; Place Saint-Michel and the Pantheon. Arriving at the Pantheon, the body was placed on the platform prepared for it. The National Convention lined up around it; the band, placed in the rostrum, performed a superb religious choir; Lepeletier's brother then gave a speech, in which he announced that his brother had left a work, almost completed, on national education, which will soon be made public; he ended with these words: I vote, like my brother, for the death of tyrants. The representatives of the people, brought closer to the body, promised each other union, and swore on the salvation of the homeland. A big chorus to Liberty ended the ceremony.

According to Michel Lepeletier de Saint-Fargeau, 1760-1793 (1913), civic festivals in honor of Lepeletier were celebrated in all sections of Paris, as well as the towns of Arras, Toulouse, Chaumont, Valenciennes, Dijon, Abbeville and Huningue. Lepeletier’s body did however only get to rest in the Panthéon for a little more than a year, as on February 15 1795, the Convention ordered it exhumed, at the same time as that of Marat. It was instead buried in the park surrounding Château de Ménilmontant, the properly of which the ancestor Lepeletier de Souzy had purchased in the 17th century and that still remained in the family.

One day after the funeral, January 25, Lepeletier’s only child, the ten and a half year old Susanne, who had already lost her mother ten years before the murder of her father, was brought before the Convention by her step-mother and two paternal uncles Amédée and Félix. It was Félix who had held a speech during the funeral and he would continue to work for his seven years older brother’s memory afterwards too, offering a bust of him to the Convention on February 21 1793, (on the proposal of David, it was placed next to the one of Brutus), reading his posthumous work on public education to the Jacobins on July 19 1793, and even writing a whole biography over his life in 1794 (Vie de Michel Lepeletier, représentant du peuple français, assassiné à Paris le 20 janvier 1793 : faite et présentée a la Société des Jacobins).

The president announces that the widow of Michel Lepelletier, his two brothers and his daughter, request to be admitted to the bar, to testify to the Convention their recognition of the honors that they have decreed in memory of their relative. It is decreed that they will be admitted immediately.

One of Michel Lepeletier’s brothers: Citizens, allow me to introduce my niece, the daughter of Michel Lepelletier; she comes to offer you and the French people her recognition of the eternity of glory to which you have dedicated her father... He takes the young citoyenne Lepelletier in his arms, and makes her look at the president of the Convention... My niece, this is now your father... Then, addressing the members of the Convention, and the citizens present at the session: People, here is your child... Lepelletier pronounces these last words in an altered voice: silence reigns throughout the room, with exception for a couple of sobs.

The President: Citizens, the martyr of Liberty has received the just tribute of tears owed to him by the National Convention, and the just honor that his cold skin has received invites us to imitate his example and to avenge his death. But the name of Lepelletier, immortal from now on, will be dear to the French Nation. The National Convention, which needs to be consoled, finds relief to its pain in expressing to his family the just regrets of its members and the recognition of the great Nation of which it is the organ. The Nation will undoubtedly ratify the adoption of Michel Lepelletier's daughter that is currently being carried out by the National Convention.

Barère: The emotion that the sight of Michel Lepeletier's only daughter has just communicated to your souls must not be infertile for the homeland. Susanne Lepelletier lost her father; she must find now find one in the French people. Its representatives must consecrate this moment of all-too-just felicity to a law that can bring happiness to several citizens and hope to several families. The errors of nature, the illusions of paternity, the stability of morals, have long demanded this beautiful institution of the Romans. What more touching time could present itself at the National Convention to pass into French legislation the principle of adoption, than that when the last crimes of expiring tyranny deprived the homeland of one of its ardent defenders and Susanne Lepelletier of a dear father! Let the National Convention therefore give today the first example of adoption by decreeing it for the only offspring of Lepelletier; let it instruct the Legislation Committee to immediately present the bill on this interesting subject. I ask that the homeland adopt through your organ Susanne Lepelletier, daughter of Michel Lepelletier, who died for his country; that it decrees that adoption will be part of French legislation, and instructs its Legislation Committee to immediately present the draft decree on adoption.

This proposal is unanimously approved.

Susanne being adopted by the state would however lead to a fierce debate when, in 1797, this ”daughter of the nation” wished to marry a foreigner. For this affair, see the article Adopted Daughter of the French People: Suzanne Lepeletier and Her Father, the National Assembly (1999)

Right after Barère’s intervention, David took to the rostrum:

David: Still filled with the pain that we felt, while attending the funeral procession with which we honored the inanimate remains of our colleagues, I ask that a marble monument be made, which transmits to posterity the figure of Lepelletier , as you clearly saw, when it was brought to the Pantheon. I ask that this work be put into competition.

Saint-André: I ask that this figure be placed on the pedestal which is in the middle of Place Vendôme... (A few murmurs arise)

Jullien: I ask that the Convention adopt in advance, in the name of the homeland, the children of the defenders of Liberty, who, for similar reasons, could be immolated in the vengeance of the royalists.

All these proposals are referred to the Legislation and Public Instruction Committees.

On Maure's proposal, the Assembly orders the printing of the speeches delivered yesterday at the Panthéon, by one of Michel Lepelletier's brothers, Barère and Vergniaux.

If it would appear David never got to make a marble monument of Lepeletier, on March 28 1793, he could nevertheless present the following painting of his to the Convention, which isn’t just a little similar to his La Mort de Marat.

(This image is an engraving of the actual painting, which has gone missing)

After Marat on July 13 1793 (on the very same day the plan for public education Lepeletier had been working on was read to the Convention by Robespierre) became the second assassinated Convention deputy, we find several engravings etc, depicting the two ”martyrs of liberty” side by side.

In the following months, even more people would be join the two, such as Joseph Chalier, a lyonnais politician executed on July 17 1794 and Joseph Bara, a fourteen year old republican drummer boy killed in the Vendée by the pro-Monarchist forces.

Lepeletier’s murderer, 27 year old Philippe Nicolas Marie de Pâris, a man who the minister of justice described as "former king's guard, height five pieds, five pouces, barbe bleue, and black hair; swarthy complexion, fine teeth, dressed in a gray cloak, green lapels and a round hat” on January 21, went into hiding right after his deed. In spite of his description being published in the papers and a considerable sum of money being promised to whoever caught him, Pâris managed to flee Paris and settled for a country house of an acquaintance near Bourget. He there ran into a cousin of one of the owners. When Pâris asked for food and a bed, he was refused and instead disappeared into the night again. In the evening of January 28 he arrived in Forges-les-Eaux and stopped at an inn, where he came under suspicion once he started cutting his bread with a dagger after which he locked himself into his room. The following morning he woke up with a start as five municipal gendarmes came bursting into his room and told him to come with them. Pâris responded that he would, but in the next second he had picked up his hidden pistol, placed it into his mouth, and pulled the trigger. Searching the dead body, the gendarmes found Pâris’ baptism record (dated November 12 1765) and dismissal from the king's guard (dated June 1 1792), on the latter of which had been written the following:

My certificate of honor. Do not trouble anyone. No one was my accomplice in the fortunate death of the scoundrel de Saint-Fargeau. Had I not run into him, I would have carried out a more beautiful action: I would have purged France of the patricide, regicide and parricide d’Orléans. The French are cowards to whom I say: Peuple dont les forfaits jettent partout l'effroi, Avec calme et plaisir j'abandonne la vie. Ce n'est que par la mort qu'on peut fuir l'infamie Qu'imprime sur nos fronts le sang de notre roi. Signed by Paris the older, guard of the king, assassinated by the French.

Learning about what had happened, the Convention tasked Tallien and Legrand with going to Forges-les-Eaux and making sure the dead man really was Pânis. Having come to the conclusion that this was indeed the case, the deputies briefly discussed whether the body ought to be brought back to Paris, but it was decided it would be better if it was just buried "with ignominy.” It was therefore instead taken into the nearby forest in a wheelbarrow and thrown into a six feet deep hole.

Finally, here are some other revolutionaries simping for honoring Lepeletier’s memory just because I can:

…a tragic event took place the day before the execution [of the king]. Pelletier, one of the most patriotic deputies, and who had voted for death, was assassinated. A king's guard made a wound three fingers wide with a saber: he died this morning. You must judge the effect that such a crime has had on the friends of liberty. Pelletier had an income of six hundred thousand livres; he had been président à mortier in the Parliament of Paris; he was barely thirty years old; to many talents, he added the most estimable of virtues. He died happy, he took to his grave the idea, consoling for a patriot, that his death would serve the public good. Here then is one of these beings whom the infamous cabal who, in the Convention, wanted to save Louis and bring back slavery, designated to the departments as a Maratist, a factious, a disorganizer... But the reign of these political rascals is finished. You will see the measures that the Assembly took both to avenge the national majesty and to pay homage to a generous martyr of liberty. Philippe Lebas in a letter to his father, January 21 1793

Ah! if it is true that man does not die entirely and that the noblest part of himself survives beyond the grave and is still interested in the things of life, come then, dear and sacred shadow, sometimes to hover above the Senate of the nation that you adorned with your virtues; come and contemplate your work, come and see your united brothers contributing to the happiness of the homeland, to the happiness of humanity. Marat in number 105 (January 23 1793) of Journal de la République Française

O Lepeletier! Your death will serve the Republic: I envy your death. You ask for the honors of the Pantheon for him, but he has already collected the prize of martyrdom of Liberty. The way to honor his memory is to swear that we will not leave each other without having given a constitution to the Republic. Danton at the Convention, January 21 1793

O Le Peletier, you were worthy to die for your homeland under the blows of its assassins! Dear and sacred shadow, receive our wishes and our oaths! Generous citizen, incorruptible friend of the truth, we swear by your virtues, we swear by your fatal and glorious death to defend against you the holy cause of which you were the apostle; we swear eternal war against the crime of which you were the eternal enemy, against the tyranny and treason of which you were the victim. We envy your death and we will know how to imitate your life. They will remain forever engraved in our hearts, these last words where you showed us your entire soul; ”May my death,” you said, “be useful to the homeland, may it will serve to make known the true and false friends of liberty, and I die content.” Robespierre at the Jacobins, January 23

Wednesday 23 [sic] — We went to Madame Boyer’s to see the procession. I saw the poor Saint-Fargeau. We all burst into tears when the body passed by, we threw a wreath on it. After the ceremony, we returned to my house. Ricord and Forestier had arrived. I was unable to stop my tears for some time. F(réron), La P(oype), Po, R(obert) and others came to dinner. The dinner was quite fun and cheerful. Afterwards they went to the Jacobins, Maman and I stayed by the fire and, our imaginations struck by what we had seen, we talked about it for a while. She wanted to leave, I felt that I could not be alone and bear the horrible thoughts that were going to besiege me. I ran to D(anton’s). He was moved to see me still pale and defeated. We drank tea, I supped there. Lucile Desmoulins in her diary, January 24 1793

…Pelletier's funeral took place this Thursday as I informed you in my last letter (this letter has gone missing). The procession was immense; it seemed that the population of Paris had doubled, to honor the memory of this virtuous citizen. The mourning of the soul was painted on all the faces: it was especially noticed that the people were extremely affected, which proves that they keenly felt the price of the friend they had lost. Arriving at the Pantheon, Lepelletier's body was placed on the platform prepared for it; his brother delivered a speech which was applauded with tears; Barère succeeded him. Then the members of the Convention, crowding around the body of their colleague, promised union among themselves, and took an oath to save the country. God grant that we have not sworn in vain, that we finally know the full extent of our duties, and that we only occupy ourselves with fulfilling them! In yesterday's session, Pelletier's daughter, aged eight [sic], was presented to the National Convention, which immediately adopted her as a child of the homeland. Georges Couthon in a letter written January 26 1793

How could I be so base as to abandon myself to criminal connections, I who, in the world, have never had more than one close friend since the age of six? (he gestures towards David's painting). Here he is! Michel Lepeletier, oh you from whom I have never parted, you whose virtue was my model, you who like me was the target of parliamentary hatred, happy martyr! I envy your glory. I, like you, will rush for my country in the face of liberticidal daggers; but did I have to be assassinated by the dagger of a republican! Hérault de Sechelles at the Convention, December 29 1793

For a collection of Lepeletier’s works, see Oeuvres de Michel Lepeletier Saint-Fargeau, député aux assemblées constituante et conventionnelle, assassiné le 20 janvier 1793, par Paris, garde du roi (1826)

#hérault and lepeletier being bff’s since age six was new information for me #also i think Augustin just found a rival in ”most loyal little bro in the revolution”#frev #michel lepeletier #lepeletier de saint-fargeau #french revolution #ask #long post

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drewsbuzzcut · 8 months

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GQ’s Couple’s Quiz

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses fic

warnings: mentions having kids and I think that’s all… also! how ever many points reader or mat has is after each question they get correct

“Don’t give me that look,” you point at Mat, trying to hold in your laughter, but failing so far. You can’t contain the wide smile that dares to break out on your face.

“I’m not doing anything. Just know, I’m taking your ass down,” Mat declares.

“Okay! Rolling in 3… 2… 1…” the director’s words gathers your and Mat’s attention, the both of you staring at the camera.

“I’m more competitive than you, so I got this in the bag,” you state, confidently.

“We’ll see about that.”

“Hi! I’m Y/n Barzal,” you greet.

“Hi! I’m Mat Barzal,” Mat greets as well.

“And this is GQ’s Couple’s Quiz,” you both say together.

“Are you ready? This one’s hard,” you try to make Mat second guess himself, but you also know his memory isn’t the best.

“Hit me.”

“Who are our kids' godparents, in order from oldest to youngest?”

You see Mat’s face shift to slight panic.

“Nolan’s godparents are Anthony Beauvillier and Devon Lee Carlson. Angels’ godparents are Beverly Blount and Ethan Bear. Sloane’s godparents are Sydney and Matt Martin,” he answers swiftly.

“Correct.”

Mat: 1

“Second question: how old am I?” You know he knows this.

“You, my lovely wife, are 26 beautiful years old, almost 27,” he says, making you feel giddy.

“Okay, hotshot, stop trying to make me flustered.”

Mat: 2

“Do I prefer an intimate setting or a family setting?”

“If we’re talking about a family setting as in us with our kids, then a family setting. Our younger selves would most definitely love an intimate setting, but now that we have a 4 year old, a 1 year old, and a 9 month old, we really enjoy the family setting,” Mat answers flawlessly.

“Correct! I like the way you answered that, babe,” you compliment.

Mat: 3

“What was my first modeling gig?”

Mat rubs his chin, thinking long and hard before answering.

“You can’t be mad if I’m wrong,” he tells you.

“Why can’t I be mad?” You ask, but you’re just messing with him.

“Because I didn’t know you then.”

You gasp in fake surprise, mouth open and hand over your heart.

“You mean you didn’t stalk me on the internet when we were dating?”

“I’m not you,” Mat says, referring to something from the early bits of your relationship, something you’re glad you can laugh about now.

“Ouch that was a low blow,” you fake pout.

“Your first modeling gig was for a fashion show during Paris fashion week when you were 18.”

“Wrong. My first modeling gig was on a local magazine in my hometown when I was 17,” you correct him.

“Oh yeah. I totally forgot about that. Sorry, babe.”

“What’s my favorite movie?”

“That’s easy. It’s The Conjuring. My girl loves her scary movies,” he says proudly.

“It’s true! Mat loves whenever I get to pick the movie on our movie nights. Only because I pretend to be scared and cuddle into him more than I already do,” you look over at Mat with heart eyes to see that he’s already looking back at you with heart eyes.

Mat: 4

“What’s the hardest thing for our family when you’re on roadies?”

“The short disconnect between me and the kids. It’s hard for me to be gone when our babies are still really young. It’s also hard because I’m not always there to help you. You’re a champ for stepping up for me, and there are no words to describe how grateful I am that you’re my life partner. My heart would search for yours in every lifetime,” you tear up at his sweet words, immediately getting out of your chair to hug him. He’s quick to pull you between his legs, arms wrapping around your waist while his head rests on your chest.

Mat: 5

“If I wasn’t a model, what would I be doing?”

“You’d be a writer. Although, I already tell you that you can still be a writer and a model,” Mat says.

“Maybe when I retire modeling, whenever that’ll be.”

Mat: 6

“This one might be hard for you: what was the first name on my ‘baby names’ list?”

“How on earth am I supposed to know that? Umm… was it… I know it’s an S name because we both love S names. It’s Sloane,” Mat guesses.

“Nope. It’s actually Selene. I loved Selene so much, but when we found out our first baby was a boy, I just dropped Selene. I also didn’t want to use it for Sloane. I felt like she needed a whole new name, and Sloane just fits baby girl so well.”

“That’s true. She is meant to be named Sloane,” Mat agrees.

“What’s my favorite sport?”

“Hockey!” He has a cocky smile on his face, but only because he knows he’s the only reason you watch hockey.

“Barzy! I know you know the REAL answer, so answer truthfully.”

“It’s baseball,” he mutters, feigning annoyance.

Mat: 7

“If I could be an animal for a day, what animal would I be?”

“A cat.”

Mat: 8

“What’s my ritual before a fashion show?”

“When you leave for the venue, you give us all kisses. At the venue you listen to the playlist I made you and refrain from talking to anyone for the first 30 minutes so you can center yourself. After those first 30 minutes you like to dance around to get all your nerves out.”

“I’m surprised you remember that,” you grin proudly at your man.

“Well I have been backstage with you for quite a few of those shows. I actually miss being able to see you go through that process. It’s an honor to see you in a vulnerable state outside of the intimacy of our relationship.”

“Baby, I love you.”

“I love you more.”

Mat: 9

“What was my wedding scent?”

“This is so easy because I love that perfume so much. It’s so intoxicating. I swear it’s an aphrodisiac because I just never wanted to be away from you. It’s Maison Margiela’s Replica perfume in the scent: Jazz Club. I especially love when you wear it on special occasions,” Mat answers in a way that can only be described as lovesick.

“It’s true. On our wedding day, we could not be pulled apart. Our lips or hands were always on each other. I’m actually thinking about making it my signature smell, but I’m hesitant because I want it to be for special occasions only,” you ramble, face flustered by bringing up how touchy you and Mat are.

“Special occasions only, babe.”

“What if I said I’m wearing it today?” You tease.

Mat’s head falls back, a moan desperately trying to fly out his mouth. Without a word, he’s out of his chair and throwing you over his shoulder. He walks off set with you while you laugh uncontrollably.

“Barzy! Baby, we have to go back,” you say and even though you’re both off camera, the mic still picks up your voices.

“I love you,” Mat says through a laugh, lips connecting with yours.

As you both walk back, you’re fixing your hair and lipstick before fixing Mat’s shirt.

When you move to walk in front of him, he tickles you from behind, sending you into a fit of giggles. You reach behind yourself to wrap your hands around the back of his neck, pressing your body into his to get him to stop. His hands don’t leave your body, though. They just rest on your stomach.

“Sorry about that,” Mat apologizes while you hide behind your hand, trying to mask your red cheeks and big smile.

Mat: 10

“It’s your turn. Are you ready to lose?” Mat asks, sending you a smirk that makes you want to kiss him.

“I’m loving the aggression, but yes bring it on,” you send a playful glare back at him.

“How old am I?”

“You’re 31 and about to be 32. Old man,” you say in a fake cough, but it just turns out to be a big laugh.

Mat smiles, nose scrunching and he reaches out to tickle your neck.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry,” you try not to yell.

Y/n: 1

“Do I want more babies?”

“Surprisingly, no. Mat wanted to try for Angel and Sloane, but I was hesitant because Nolan was still young. However, I couldn’t deny that I wanted more kids. This time, Mat’s the one who told me he didn’t want anymore kids while I’m actually okay with having another baby. That being said, we won’t be having anymore kids, it’s a mutual agreement and we have our reasons,” you explain.

“Babe, I love the way you speak,” your husband compliments you.

“I love you.”

Y/n: 2

“What food do I hate?”

“Seafood.”

“Wrong. Babe, we just had fish the other day on our date.”

“Wait! Then why did you say no to sushi? I just realized this. Oh my god. You denied me sushi!” You’re appalled because you seriously thought he hated seafood.

“Sorry, I just don’t like sushi.”

“Literally how? It has seafood!” You’re still in shock.

“What’s something I want to learn?”

“You want to learn how to cook. You hate how I’m the one cooking all the time. But guess what guys, I’ve been teaching Mat every time I’m in the kitchen,” you state.

“You’re a great teacher.”

Y/n: 3

“How do you know when I’m mad at you?”

“You’ll give yourself some space or take one of the babies to rock in the rocking chair until you’re ready to talk. However, if I don’t notice you’re upset, you’ll linger around with a pout. The same pout that all our kids have. Sometimes if you’re upset for a small reason, you’ll just kiss me until you snap out of it,” you go through his tells.

“Yeah, your kisses almost always work. They’re magic,” he gets up real quick to peck your lips.

Y/n: 4

“When was our first kiss?”

“When you came to my apartment with flowers and an apology. We just had our first fight, before we were an official couple, and you were hesitant about kissing me so I kissed you first.”

“I think about that day everyday. I can kiss you forever. I will kiss you forever,” he whispers.

“Okay, sap,” you tease.

Y/n: 5

“Where’s somewhere I want to go?”

“Tokyo! We both want to go, so maybe our next couple vacation!”

Y/n: 6

“What are my tattoos?”

You look at him with wide eyes because none of his or your fans know he has tattoos. You knew people were going to freak out.

“Ooo a GQ exclusive! Your tattoos are ‘Nolan,’ ‘Angel,’ and ‘Sloane.’ Our kids' names and they are located on the inside of your fingers. You also have my initial tattoo on your ring finger.” You say animatedly, you’ve been waiting for him to share his tattoos with the public, so you can talk about them freely.

“I need my family with me at all times,” Mat confirms.

Y/n: 7

“Who is my celebrity crush?” You want to wipe the smirk off his face.

You remember the time in your relationship when you got insanely jealous when you found out about his celebrity crush. Now, you think it’s actually funny.

“Your celebrity crush is Zoë Kravitz. Zoë, Mat’s free on sundays. Just kidding. He’s all mine,” you say in giggles.

“Baby, you’re my celebrity crush,” he plays around.

“Liar.”

Y/n: 8

“What’s my go-to snack?”

“You love nutella a lot, so maybe your bagel with nutella?”

“I’ll give you the point because I do love nutella.”

“Thank you!”

Y/n: 9

“What’s the easiest way to make me mad?”

“When I ignore you,” you answer with a little smug smile.

“I hate it!”

“Sometimes I’ll do it so you’ll just kiss me. Or to see you pout because I can kiss your pout away.”

“We kiss a lot,” Mat points out.

“Yeah, well we’re married.”

Y/n: 10

“What’s my favorite color on you?”

“You love me in blue because it inflates your ego,” you roll your eyes. You think about all the times you’ve bought lingerie that was the same blue as the one on his hockey uniform. You immediately blush.

“You just look sexy in blue,” he states.

“Sure,” you say, unconvinced and your arms crossed over your chest.

Mat pulls the chair you’re seated on closer to him, brushing some of your hair behind your ear. You press a chaste kiss to his palm.

“Blue is your best color. I mean you’re even wearing it right now,” he says, pointing at the dark blue top you’re wearing.

“Ugh… kiss me,” he doesn’t keep you waiting.

Y/n: 11

“What makes me laugh?”

“Easy. Angel’s baby giggles make you laugh so much. Oh and you also laugh a lot when we watch jersey shore.”

“Nothing can beat Angel’s giggles. Cutest thing ever.”

Y/n: 12

You get out of your chair, dancing your way to Mat so you can sit on his lap.

“I won! I won! I won!” You sing.

“No, I don’t think so. I definitely have it in the bag,” Mat says, arms wrapped around your waist while your back leans against his chest.

“I’m educated in Y/n Barzal! That should be the name of a bachelor’s degree,” Mat jokes.

“Shushhh,” you quiet him with a finger to his lips. You smile at him, too happy and too in love to ever be bothered with him.

“Please tell us who won,” you requested.

“Y/n has 11/12 correct and Mat has 10/12 correct,” someone from the camera crew tells you.

“HA! I won,” you say in Mat’s face, grabbing his cheeks to kiss his lips repeatedly.

“Sorry if we kiss too much on camera. I just really love my husband,” you muse.

“Thank you so much for watching. I’m actually the winner, but we’ll let Y/n believe she won,” Mat teases you.

“It’s okay, hotshot, we all know I’m the best,” you say playfully.

“Thank you all for watching. We love you,” you add.

“Ready to go? I need more kisses,” Mat carries you out of the camera’s frame.

a/n: I had fun with this one, So I hope y’all enjoy!

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redwolfxx · 2 months

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get him back!

jonggun x reader

inspired by "get him back!" - Olivia Rodrigo

tw: none

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"I met a guy in the summer and I left him in the spring"

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I guess I never really did know him. Sure, we dated for a little over three years, but it wasn't like we were going to stay together in the long run.

Sure, I loved him, but it was just a fling.

It wasn't anything serious.

---- "He argued with me about everything He had an ego and a temper and a wandering eye"

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Shit, I mean it was an open relationship.

He could date whoever he wanted, fuck whoever he wanted, you know, free souls.

Sure, I wasn't allowed to even be in the same room as another guy, but that's just how it is. It was a healthy relationship.

I mean yes, we did fight often but doesn't everyone?

'how often did often mean?'

it was just small things.

'and what's this call on...on july 17th, the transcript says an individual, you, called crying, scared?

a vase was accidentally knocked over.

'sure...and the hole in the wall?'

what are you getting at?

'did he ever hurt you?'

can we move on?

---- "But he was so much fun and he had such weird friends And he would take us out to parties and the night would never end Another song, another club, another bar, another dance"

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But we had fun.

We partied all night long. Sure, I had school the next day, but it was fun.

'did he go to the same school?'

i think he dropped out. like i said, we barely knew each other.

'you dated for over three years.'

We were young.

Back when we could drink all night and still function the next day. He had interesting friends sure.

I remember one guy, he was a blonde. He always had this smile on his face, he was always looking for the next high. He was a good friend.

He would always argue with my boyfriend on occasion. But it was always good fun.

'it says here that they were often seen physically fighting.'

they were teenage boys. of course, they'd fight.

I wonder what happened to him. It's been years.

'prison.'

what for?

'i'm not at liberty to disclose.'

hm.

---- "And when he said something wrong, he'd just fly me to France"

----

He was definitely rich.

'was it his money that-'

no. i loved him.

He wore brands that I would never dream of owning.

'but you eventually would.'

sure.

He bought me gifts ever y now and then. But, I wasn't with him for the money.

I did truly love him.

'it says here you missed school for a week, due to...mono...?'

'was it really mono?'

nah, we just needed a reason to fly to paris fashion week.

'he paid?

yeah. i told him i couldn't afford it, but he said not to worry about anything. so i didn't ask. and like that, we were in paris.

I think we were good together.

---- "So I miss him some nights when I'm feeling depressed"

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We lasted a while. But, life goes on you know?

We had a good run.

'do you still talk?'

ha.

'so no? if you did love him as much as you say, why'd you end things?'

---- "Til I remember every time he made a pass on my friend Do I love him? Do I hate him? I guess it's up and down"

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I loved him more than words could express.

But I guess he just didn't feel the same way.

He was always watching my friends.

I actually don't know if I have any memories of him looking only at me when we went out to party.

'so he cheated?'

did i say that?

'it sure sounds like-'

assumptions kill.

---- "I picture all the faces of my disappointed friends Because everyone knew all of the shit that he'd do"

----

We were on and off.

Sure, he forgot anniversaries, birthdays, holidays, important events, graduation, etc.

But at the end of the day it didn't matter. It was me who he came back to.

'it says here you filed a missing persons report.'

yeah, i guess.

'it says he was gone for a few weeks.'

he forgot to tell me about his work trip overseas.

'he had a job that sent him overseas at the age of eighteen?'

he had to pay the bills somehow.

----

"I wanna get him back I wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad

I wanna break his heart Then be the one to stitch it up"

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But sometimes, sometimes? I hated him.

God I just wanted to make him feel like I did.

How could he think it was okay to dance with those girls wearing almost nothing. I mean it's crazy right?

It hurt.

I cried, and I cried, I got angry, and we fought.

But him?

He was always sooo calm. He never thought he did anything wrong. He was trash.

I kept breaking up with him, telling him I was done with him. Done with his games. Done with the pain.

'but you got back together?'

yeah.

'why?'

I wanted him to come crawling back to me. Begging me to be his one and only. I wanted him to feel what I felt when I saw him with other girls.

So I partied at places I knew he would be. I would wear the most revealing outfits I could.

I felt so powerful.

I would attend school, get straight A's. I was an academic star.

'why did you get back together then?'

He always showed up at my door a week or so later. He looked paler than usual. He would come disheveled, smelling like alcohol. He looked tired.

He would ask to talk, and we would.

The next day we would be back together like nothing ever happened.

'how many times did you go through this cycle?'

only a few times.

'how many?'

does it really matter?

---- "Wanna kiss his face With an uppercut"

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I used to be a world-class fighter too.

He always did have this attraction to fighters.

I used to be a part of the underground fighting ring. I was probably one of the best, if not the best fighter there.

He wasn't too bad himself.

So every now and then we would spar, we would get each other good.

But at the end of the day, we would help each other. Stitch each other back up, clean the cuts, and wipe the blood. Kiss it better.

Sure, we had our lows, but we also had our highs. And our highs used to be pretty damn good.

But we were teenagers then. And we broke up not long after I left for college.

'and you haven't seen or talked to him since?'

no. it's been ten years. he was an ex. sure, i miss him every now and then. but that's probably the nostalgia talking. who doesn't miss their youth every now and then

'and you don't know where he is either?'

like i said. it was like ten years ago. he was an ex boyfriend. i moved on and he probably did too. now, can i go? my ass is starting to hurt and this cold ass interrogation room isn't doing my skin any favors.

'this investigation isn't over.'

sure sure, you know where to find me. if you miss me that much, just call next time. the whole military wasn't necessary.

'fine. but you can't leave this country, and -'

yeah, i get it. i'm leaving now.

'before you go, can i ask one last thing.'

quickly.

'why did you change your name when you were yonger?'

i was young. my car's outside, can i go now?

'alright, ms. park, you can go, thanks for your time. and if you do see him, or hear from him at all-'

i'll be sure to call.

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unknown number: out front.

me: be there in a sec ♡

unknown number: did they buy the story?

me: do you doubt my acting skills? how dare you even doubt me.

unknown number: sorry mrs. park i didn't mean to offend you. now come out to the car, we have a plane to catch.

me: thanks mr. darcy ♡

#lookism x reader #lookism gun x reader #x reader #lookism #gun x reader #park jonggun #jonggun x reader

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worseforwords · 1 year

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Barcelona Beginnings (Ona Batlle x Reader)

So, I decided to write a sequel to the Manchester Meet-cute/ Memories story after all. However, it takes place 4 years after the initial encounter. I recommend you read the other parts first. You can find them here: part 1, part 2

“Y/N/N!” A familiar voice called from behind you. You quickly turned around “Ames!” You screamed as your best friend practically jumped into your arms, almost making you fall over. “I am loving the Barcelona weather already!” She exclaimed as she pulled away. “Better than Paris?” You asked. “Yeah it’s been cloudy for weeks. That’s not what they told us when we decided to move there you know. City of light my ass.” She scoffed as you chuckled at her. “Still the city of love though I hope. How’s Lewis?” “Great, I have some news actually.” She looked at you excitedly. “We’re going to try to make a baby!”

How did this happen? How was Amy suddenly becoming the adult between the two of you? Somehow, the random fling your friend ditched you for 4 years ago, was now her husband, and they were ever so happy, living together in Paris. You actually liked Lewis a lot, and you were happy for them, but damn, how did this happen?

“Oh my god, Ames, that’s amazing! I’m sure you’ll be great parents.” “And think about how hot our children will be!” She said, referring to the fact that they were both absolute 10s, which you could not disagree with. “Okay so enough about me. How’ve you been? I’ve received significantly less midnight anxiety calls, so I assume you’re doing slightly better?” “Yeah, I am. I’ve made some friends, work has been better. I feel like I’m finally starting to fit in.”

Contrary to Amy, you hadn’t particularly been thriving, but you were certain it was for the best. You had moved to Barcelona about 2 months ago, completely leaving behind the life you had built, for a career opportunity. You left your job, your house, your family, but the worst part was ending your relationship of 3 years. Your first two weeks in Barcelona you had been miserable. You were heartbroken and all on your own in a new city where you barely spoke the language. The only thing getting you through your sorrow, were your daily FaceTime calls with Amy. You had slowly built yourself back up, forcing yourself to go out and enjoy the Catalan sun, and all the city had to offer. So you were truly doing better, day by day.

“That’s good to hear Y/N/N. Now, where can we get some of that delicious Spanish wine around here?” “Jesus Ames, it’s 10 in the morning, how about a coffee first?” You giggled, happy she was still the Amy you knew and loved.

After dropping Amy’s stuff off at your place, you walked into a nearby coffeeshop where you had become a regular these past months. “Hola Martí” “Y/N! Bon dia, the usual?” The barista asked. “Sí, and a cappuccino for my friend, please.” You answered. These past months, Martí had been a ray of sunshine in your life, even when your head was too cloudy to enjoy the actual Barcelona sunshine. “Here you go, princesa.” He said as he handed you your coffees. “Merci”

Amy had already claimed the loungeset in the corner. You started walking over there, when you realised you forgot to grab a cookie. As you turned around, you saw some people coming through the door from the corner of your eye, one of whom was approaching the bar at a dangerous pace. Time stood still for a moment as you couldn’t help but flash back to a very similar moment 4 years ago in a coffeeshop in Manchester. You knew better this time, so you swiftly moved your arms out of the way, spilling only a little coffee on yourself. The speedy individual could only just dodge you, causing a quick breeze in your face, lightly fluttering your hair. You stood there for a second, catching your breath, looking at the fresh coffee stain on your white shoe. You thought everything was supposed to be tranquilo in Spain, but apparently not for everyone. “You should watch where y-” “Y/N!?” There was no way, it couldn’t be her. You immediately looked up, to be met with the same gorgeous pair of hazel eyes you just saw in your flashback, 4 years and they hadn’t changed one bit. “No way, Ona!?” You both stood there for a minute, looking at each other in total awe, before falling into a tight embrace. “We have to stop meeting like this.” You joked, to which Ona giggled. “Are you stalking me now, Y/N?” She chuckled, to which your face instantaneously turned red, as you knew exactly what she was referring to.

When you first got to Barcelona, you spend a lot of time on social media, in search of some kind of distraction. One day, whilst mindlessly scrolling through instagram, you came across photo of Ona holding some kind of trophy with some of her FC Barcelona teammates. She had transferred to Barcelona not long after you left Manchester, which you knew, but you never made an effort to meet up with her since you had moved. You slightly frowned when you recognised the girl to her right: her girlfriend, hence your decision not to contact her. A mixture of curiosity and boredom caused you to go to her profile and scroll down to 4 years ago, around the time the two of you met. Oh how you cursed at instagram for still not having changed the double tap feature, when your thumb accidentally slipped and you unintentionally liked a photo from 4 years ago. You immediately undid your action and contemplated just deleting your account all together. But then you realised she had half a million followers, so you prayed your blunder would just go unnoticed. But it didn’t, apparently.

“I live right around the corner actually.” You said quickly, hoping to avoid having to explain your instagram antics. “Wait, you live here?In Barcelona?” She asked, her face expressing both excitement and confusion. “Yeah, I do. Just moved here two months ago.” An awkward silence ensued as you started feeling guilty for not contacting her. “Y/N/N, who’s this?” Amy, who apparently left the loungeset, interrupted the somewhat painful stares between the two of you. “Hi, I’m Ona” Ona smiled. Amy seemed to recognise that name, because she waited a while before responding, looking at the both of you with narrowed eyes as if investigating. “Hold up,” she finally spoke “are you THE Ona, from the magical Manchester lovestory!?” The both of you turned red at her loud outcry, immediately looking at anything but each other. “I’m Amy, by the way.” She said, slightly smirking. “Nice to meet you Amy.” Ona said as a slight smile reappeared on her face. “Oh wait.” The smile quickly turned in to a look of pure shame. “Yes, I’m that Amy, creditcard Amy.” Amy laughed out loud at the furious glances you sent her way. “Yeah, sorry about that” Ona giggled awkwardly. “Alright, I’ll just be over there.” Amy walked back to the loungeset, still audibly giggling about the whole situation.

“Sorry about her.” You said when she was far enough away. “That’s okay,” Ona smiled “after all, I did convince you to steal her money.” Both of you chuckled at the memory. “I’m actually kind of in a hurry though, so I have to run now.” She said, apologetically. “But let’s hang out sometime, to properly catch up.” She quickly hugged you again before grabbing a coffee to go and heading out again. You highly suspected that she just said that last part as a courtesy, so you chose not to contact her and instead wait for her to reach out.

You spend the rest of the day showing Amy around your new neighbourhood. It felt great to have your best friend by your side again, and the two of you truly had a blast, even though she repeatedly teased you about the uncomfortable interaction from earlier that day. You hardly touched your phone all day, so when you got home at the end of the day, you had a few notifications.

Mom❤️: How are you dear? Remember to wish uncle Dan a happy birthday. Also tell Amy I said hi. Call soon?

Martí☕: Tomorrow we have your favourite carrot cake again!

Loser bro💩: Hey sis, mom told me to tell you to wish uncle Dan a happy birthday. Also you stink, I can smell you from here. Kinda miss u tho lil bit, BUT U STINK🤢

You chuckled at your screen. When you scrolled down you saw an instagram notification from Ona. You opened it right away, thinking she might want to meet up after all, but it wasn’t a message.

[ona.batlle has liked your photo]

You were a little confused, because you hadn’t posted anything recently, but when you clicked on it you saw that it was a photo from 4 years ago. You quietly chuckled to yourself at her teasing. You saw she was online, so you decided to message her about it, to which she immediately replied.

You: Who’s stalking who exactly? 😏

Ona: Guess were even now 🙃

Ona: Although you did move to my city..

You: Fair enough

Even though the conversation was very short, it still made up for some of the awkwardness from earlier, and it brought a wide smile to your face. The latter dit not go unnoticed by Amy, who discreetly approached you from behind to then snatch your phone out of your hand and see what made you grin like that. “AMES! Give that back!” “Oooo, sliding into her DMs now are we?” You chased her trough your apartment until she finally had to catch a breath and you took the opportunity to grab your phone out of her hands. You both sat back down on the couch as Amy looked at you expectantly. “Sooooo-” “Shut up.” You cut her off. “What? The stars have finally aligned for you two! You live in the same city with neither of you planning to move and you both clearly like each other. Like come on, Y/N/N, let romance win for once!” “Except they haven’t.” you mumbled. “Sorry?” “The stars, they haven’t aligned. She has a girlfriend.” You said sharply, your voice cracking. “Oh. I’m sorry Y/N/N.” She said softly, pulling you into a tight hug.

The next day Amy cooled it significantly with the Ona teasing. She had clearly already moved on as she tried to set you up with every random person you met during the day. It led to some rather humiliating interactions, but you had fun nonetheless, and you had to admit it was nice to take your mind of things. Towards the end of the day however, you received a message that brought your mind right back to were it had been most of yesterday. It was from Ona. She forwarded you a post, with a smirk face next to it. You clicked on it to find a promo for a Lion King musical revival. You felt your heart rate accelerate slightly. You didn’t know how to respond, so you chose to go with a safe option and just replied with the same smirk emoji.

Ona: Sooo is that a yes?

You: Was there a question?

Ona: You are impossible.

Ona: Do you want to go?

You: Sorry :)

You: It sounds amazing, I would love to go.

Ona: Are you free tonight?

“Ames?” You called out. “What’s up?” She came running from the kitchen. “Would it be okay if I left you alone for a bit tonight?” She audibly gasped. “Depends, why?” She asked, a smirk started to grow on her face as she had a hunch what this could be about. “Ona may have asked me to go see the Lion King revival.” You mumbled. “Yes, YES, a thousand times YES! Romance is in the air! I’ll book a hotel so you can have this place all to yourself and you know, bring her home afterwards.” The smirk on her face grew even wider. “She still has a girlfriend Ames. This is just a friend thing.” “Are you sure about that? Maybe you should actually ask her. I mean it’s the Lion King for fucks sake, the LION KING Y/N/N. Can you feel the love tonight, because I can!” As she kept on rambling for a while, your focus went back to your phone.

You: Tonight it is :)

Ona: Great, it’s a date ;)

“Y/N? What’s up?” Amy said, noticing your flustered expression and the blush spreading across your face. “She said, and I quote: it’s a date.” “IT’S A DATE!” Amy exclaimed, as she pulled you off the couch to dance around the room, sending kissy faces your way and you couldn’t help but giggle at her antics. “Wait. We have to get you ready! What to wear, what to wear!?” She started running around frantically, like the true drama queen she is.

You met up with Ona at the theater about an hour later. “Hi.” she said, with a shy smile on her face. “Hi.” You replied. “Sorry again about yesterday. It was all just a little weird.” “So you felt that too huh?” She said, looking slightly relieved. “I guess it had just been a while.” “Yeah, I guess.” The conversation fell quiet as you stood in line waiting to get your tickets scanned. “It’s still a little awkward isn’t it?” She finally asked. “Yes it is.” You admitted, and you both chuckled quietly. The truth was, you weren’t quite sure how to act around her. You had only ever been flirty with her, but now she had a girlfriend, so you tried your very best to just be friendly. The fact that she (presumably jokingly) called it a date however, did not make acting platonic any easier.

“Do you want to get a drink first?” She asked once you were both inside. “Yes please.” You answered, hoping it might take the edge off things. Ona ordered two glasses of wine and then sat down on a bench, waiting for you to join her. You sat down next to her, and immediately noticed her eying the obvious gap you left between the two of you. Everything you seemed to do in an attempt to not make her uncomfortable, seemed to make things so much more awkward and therefore make her even more uncomfortable. Maybe going out with her was a mistake. Even though it had been 4 years, there was just something about her that made you want to jump her bones right then and there. That could never happen though, so here you were, repressing everything you felt for her. Ona seemed to have noticed your mind had started to spiral, as she carefully put her hand on your shoulder to make you look at her instead of your feet. “Hey, Y/N, remember: Hakuna Matata.” Butterflies crept up your stomach as you let her words sink in. Thankfully the theater bell went, signalling that the show was about to start, because you must have been staring at her with obvious heart eyes for way too long.

The musical was incredible. The music, the costumes, the decor, everything was executed to perfection. At one point Ona put her hand on the armrest in between you, ever so slightly caressing your hand that had already been on there. You had been tempted to move your hand closer to hers, but instead you pulled it away. Apart from that moment the musical had been a welcome distraction. When the curtain closed, you both remained in your seat for a bit, recovering from the spectacle you had just witnessed. “Want to take a walk so we can properly catch up?” She finally asked.

As you walked the beautiful streets of Barcelona by night together, you successfully made small talk, catching up on each others lives. You were proud of the comfortable platonic atmosphere you finally seemed to have created, when she suddenly stopped in her tracks. “I need to show you something.” She said. You turned around to look at her and she pulled out something from under the collar of her shirt. It was the golden necklace with the little lion on it you had left her back in Manchester. She still had it. You just looked at her, too stunned to speak. All your efforts to keep things friendly and suppress your feelings and here you were, heart beating like a maniac. “You still have that?” You asked quietly, taking a step forward to take the little lion in your hand and have a closer look at it. You looked back up and there was a moment when your noses almost touched. You looked into her eyes and you were sure you caught her looking at your lips for a second. You immediately realised you were standing way to close, and quickly backed away heart still racing uncontrollably. “Ona, I erm- I think I should go home.” You said. “Oh, okay.” She said, suddenly staring at the pavement, disappointment clear in her voice. You went in to give her a quick hug when she looked at you and asked softly: “Did I do something wrong?” “No, no, of course not. I’m just not feeling very well, sorry.” You hastily hugged her goodbye and turned around to walk away, not wanting her to spot your eyes tearing up.

“Oh no, you’re back way too soon.” Amy said from the couch when she heard you enter your apartment. “Y/N/N, you okay?” She asked when you didn’t respond. You still didn’t answer, instead you just plopped down next to her as she opened up her arms for you to cuddle up against her. “That bad huh?” You nodded. You enjoyed the comfort of your best friends arms for a while before she sat you up straight. “Want to tell me what happened?”

You recounted all the events of the night as you sniffled softly in between sentences. “Y/N/N,” Amy said when you were done “she was very clearly coming on to you. This is in no way platonic.” “Well I don’t know what to tell you Ames, she has a girlfr-” “Does she? Doesn’t sound like it. And if she does I’m not sure they are in a good place right now.”

A couple of days went by without any form of contact between you and Ona. Luckily you had Amy by your side the whole time to distract you from spiralling about the whole situation you brought onto yourself. Unfortunately, she eventually had to go back to her life in Paris, to make a family or whatever, so you dropped her off at the airport and hour before her flight. “Damn it.” She said as you walked into the airport together. “3 hour delay.” “That means I get to spend 3 more hours with you!” You cheered. “What do you want to do first? People-watching? Eat a whole Toblerone? Go plane spotting?” You suggested. “You don’t have to stay you know.” She giggled. “No I want to. It’ll be fun!” “Alright then, I’m going to find a toilet. You find us a nice people-watching spot.” You sat down at the bench with the best view of the airport hallway and pulled out your phone to scroll through instagram. You came across a picture of Ona at a restaurant with her teammates. Without thinking too much about it you liked the post. Hardly ten seconds past before you got a notification. A message from Ona.

Ona: Hey

You: Hi

Ona: Can we maybe talk?

You: Sure

Ona: Like in person

You: When?

Ona: Now?

You were too busy staring at your phone when Amy suddenly hit your shoulders from behind, making you jump in your seat. “Your doing people-watching all wrong.” She joked. You hastily put your phone away. “What was that?” Amy asked, upon noticing your secretive behaviour. “Nothing.” “Y/N/N, don’t do this again. What’s going on?” “She asked if we can talk, like now.” You admitted. “Just go.” Amy said. “No, no, I can’t just leave you alone here, I-” “Y/N. Y/M/N. Y/L/N. I refuse to stand in the way of true love. Please go talk to her.” She said dramatically. “You sure?” “Yes! Now go!” You pulled Amy into a tight embrace and thanked her for everything. After a while she pulled away and pushed you towards the exit. “Stop wasting time, go get your girl!”

You sat at the edge of your couch, fidgeting with your bracelet when the ringing of the doorbell had you suddenly shoot straight up. Upon opening your front door you saw Ona, but you weren’t met with the usual cute smile. Instead her face portrayed a both nervous and somber expression.

“Hi”

Part 4 out now!

#ona batlle #ona batlle imagine #ona batlle x reader #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso #muwfc x reader #espwnt x reader

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velvrei · 1 year

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trip to paris

pairings : robby keene x reader x hawk moskowitz

summary : reader and her friends go to east valley college, where the parties have an amazing reputation and hawk and robby think it’s the best time to make their move, together.

word count : 10k+

warnings : smut, threesome, choking, degrading, praising, swearing, thigh touching, spitting, slight PDA, degrading nicknames (slut, etc), mutual masturbation, begging

maya hawke as jordan sparks

rome flynn as apollo cruz

alessia cara as jessica-may roberts

you are 21, hawk & robby are 22.

nsfw below the cut .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Out of the things that came along with enrolling in East Valley College, the greatest one was the parties. They were legendary, and were half the reason most students registered in the first place.

The day was Thursday, every longing Friday they had an end-of-the-week celebration — otherwise known as a college party — to "remember the best parts of each week" as some would say to professors. In reality, everyone mainly went for free drinks or to get laid. It was also a great time to catch up with friends or fellow classmates.

Y/N L/N, a very attractive female who was well known by her fellow students for her boldness and flirtatious personality. Most people were honestly scared of her, and definitely not just because of her outrageous ways, she and her closest friend and roommate, Jordan played the best pranks of the semester. The pair always knew how to make someone pissed enough just to the point where they want to prank them back, not to where their life is completely ruined. Y/N was someone everyone knew not to mess with, honestly, even the teachers were afraid of her, just never admitted it.

The girl and her easily amused best friend were in their dorm room, working on their work there since the professors said not to come into the classrooms that day.

"Are you cheating on the math quiz?" Jordan questioned their roommate, their satisfying suspicion-filled voice soothing the ears of the female beside her. Their friend was clearly looking up answers, as the young dirty blonde brought their legs down from the desk they were on seconds ago.

"Well duh," Y/N sassily remarked, "The professors didn't have our work in the classrooms today so I'm taking my chance while I can." The sneaky female smiled a cheeky grin, Jordan stood up curiously, attempting to grab the girl's phone. "Shit, I forgot we could do that, gimme your phone."

"Hey! Use your own, it's right there!" The girl argued pointing at Jordan's faintly cracked phone."Oh, yeah, forgot I had that." They said sarcastically, "Of course it's right there! I wanna use yours cause mine is so fucking laggy." Jordan complained obnoxiously, reaching for the girl's phone. Y/N laughed, "Try restarting your phone, dimwit. We go through this every time and it always works."

"Knockity knock," The stunning voice of Apollo Cruz, and the infamous knock of Jessie Roberts — the arguing pair could easily tell the knock was their female neighbor cause she always knocked 5 times to the same rhythm — as Apollo jiggled the doorknob as if he was trying to break in. They always knew exactly how to annoy their neighbors. "Jesus, could you stop that?" Y/N groaned clearly agitated, "We get it, you're here."

The two neighbors entered the room. "You know damn well we can't do that," Apollo stated, immediately walking over to the mini-fridge, opening it and looking for his favorite beverage in the shiny door. "Where'd y'all's Creme Soda go?" He questioned, suspiciously glaring at his two friends.

"Your dumbass drank it all." Jessie chuckled, walking over and jumping onto the couch, making herself at home as she usually would. Luckily for her, no one ever minded. "Y'all want boba? We should get boba." Jessie smiled, resting her chin in her hands as she swung her legs back and forth as if she was a teen girl in a 2000's romcom movie.

"Boba sounds good. I don't think I have classes until later, so," Apollo clicked his tongue, "Ya know we could definitely do that." He sounded incredibly stupid.

Jordan sighed, "You're lucky you're hot pretty boy," Y/N followed Jordan, patting the boy's chest then walking past him and out the door.

"I thought you said you were only attracted to girls?" Apollo asked down the hall to Jordan, remembering when Jordan not-so-discreetly scolded their friends about how they needed to quit being so hot so Jordan could continue to stick to the female gender.

Jordan smirked as they turned around with a sneaky smile, "Not for you." With a wink from Jordan, the two roommates snickered and turned around, proudly marching down the hallway as they would if they'd just burned down a headquarters with their enemies long inside.

The other two followed, struggling to catch up with Jordan and Y/N's master speed-walking.

♰

The group was right around the corner from the coffee shop that sold almost every beverage you could think of. It was only about a block away, so they could easily walk.

"Jeez, I thought there would be a lot more people here at this time, it's almost lunch and this place is a godsend," Apollo exclaimed as he shoved his hands into his black-jean pockets, examining in awe at the underrated shop in front of them. "Mhm, it deserves a lot more recognition," Jessie hummed, "But hey means less wait time for us!"

"Yeah that's true," Jordan agreed, their eyes wandered onto a certain pair of boys sat in the shop together.

"Isn't that the one bird guy? What's his name, pigeon or some shit?" Jordan spoke, purposely butchering the young man's easy-to-remember name.

"Oh, yeah that is him, and Robby's there too," Apollo noticed with a small smile on his face, only knowing the boys' name from when he used to work with him.

"Hmm, that is them." Y/N hummed mischievously. She had something on her mind, and Jordan could tell. "What are you up to, L/N?" Jordan questioned, trying to see what she had planned, or possibly already done.

"Oh, nothing," She answered as she mentally shook her wicked thoughts out of her head as she walked away and up to the front door, "Come on! We don't have all day!"

The drink shop was quite hectic when they walked in, not because it was packed — because it definitely was not — but because the machines were exceptionally noisy, and the little people inside were having mini conversations with each other or on their cellphones, others were just quietly getting there work done, or trying at the least.

The group of young adults found a rectangular table close by the corner of the brightly painted room, also near the notorious college boys Hawk and Robby. Y/N grinned as she sat down, crossing her legs and taking in the glorious sight around her. They started a conversation, but only around 5 minutes in Jessie noticed the two infamous boys staring at the girl sat next to her.

"Pssst, Y/N!" Jessica whispered. With raised eyebrows, Y/N turned to her friend humming a 'hmm?' which was her way of politely asking Jessie what she needed. Jessie smirked then directed the top of her head toward Hawk and Robby.

Y/N looked over at the boys, who were both staring at her. Not in a creepy way, it was actually quite sincere, and hot at the same time. She smiled at them, resting her chin in her hand as she went back and forth as she kept eye contact, then winked.

As soon as she realized both boys were going to keep eye contact, she broke it by looking over at Apollo, pretending to listen to what he was babbling on about. In reality, she was just making both boys want her even more.

♰

The next morning went by extra slow, Y/N and her group of friends were patiently waiting for nighttime to come, it was Friday and most young adults at East Valley College were anxious to let lose all the stress throughout the week.

"Jordan Sparks?" Dr. Banner, the science professor politely called as he took attendance in the teacher-student science lab.

Jordan was still half asleep, which was a normal thing for her to go to class and for it to take her at least a half-hour to fully awaken herself. "Here," They mumbled. Jordan looked over across the room and struggled not to laugh when they made eye contact with Y/N. Nothing, in particular, was funny the pair just did that randomly during the worst times.

"Apollo Cruz?" Apollo sleepily raised his hand as Dr. Banner kindly looked up with a smile on his face to make sure he was here.

Once he got everyone else's attendance, the class went on for several minutes as Dr. Banner wrote on the board some equations for their experiment, until Y/N felt her phone vibrate in her pocket.

swayzee

meet hawk and i in room 109 after class.

bird

we want to talk to you.

She knew they were planing something, and she was extremely excited to find out just what they were up to.

♰

The class went by excruciatingly slow, Y/N became more anxious by the minute, so once the bell rang and Dr. Banner dismissed class, she had already hurried out of the room.

"Y/N! Where are you running off to?" Apollo shouted as he watched his friend zoom down the hallway and stop at the empty classroom labeled classroom 109. "Don't worry about it!" She shouted, turning the doorknob then rushing inside.

"Hey, strangers, what's up?"

"A little excited, are we?" Robby questioned completely ignoring her question as he leaned on the teacher's desk, smirking at the moderately petite female. She rolled her eyes in return. "You said you both needed to see me?"

"Wanted," Hawk corrected with a sly grin, "But yes, we wanted to talk to you about... something. Just an idea." Hawk announced. Y/N curiously raised her eyebrows. "Okay... Well, spit it out. What's the idea?"

The boys smirked at each other, then looked back at the girl in front of them. "Well, we wanted to-" They weren't able to finish, because the door to the classroom flew right open.

"Y/N! There you are." Jordan sighed in relief. "What are you doing- Holy shit! Am- Am I interrupting something?" Jordan questioned, feeling guilt washing over them. Hawk shook his head, "No, we were actually just finishing, it's alright."

Y/N looked at him confused, as Hawk walked past her with a sneaky smirk sitting on his face. "I thought we were"

"It's okay, love. We'll discuss it later," Robby finished, following Hawk past Y/N and out the door. Guess she would have to find out what they wanted later.

♰

The long-awaited time had come, twas around 10 o'clock pm, and the angsty young adults were all in for an incredibly wild night. Especially Y/N.

"Yeah, that's right! You better walk away you little bitch," Jordan murmured as they and Y/N crossed the hall to Apollo and Jessie's dorm room. "Who the hell are you talking to?" Y/N questioned, seeing no one in the hallway but themselves. "The bug that just tried to crawl up my leg. These are new pants, asshole!" Jordan spoke as if the ant could hear them. Y/N laughed as she knocked on the door.

"Knock knock bitches, let's go. We're gonna be fucking late. And you know we can't be late, we're literally like celebrities in this college." Y/N hurriedly said, repeatedly knocking on the door. Apollo opened the door, annoyed. But honestly, he had no right to be, he would do the exact thing when he wanted his friends out of their rooms.

"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that," Apollo scoffed as he threw on his leather jacket. Jessie smiled as she quickly slid on her tennis shoes then walked out the door. "You're just mad it isn't you, pretty boy," Jordan remarked as they patted his shoulder then walked down the faintly painted hallway.

The group could easily tell where the party was, considering there were lingering people by the door. Some were making out, which was a horrible place for that, but others were chatting, drinking, or playing games. The usual, really.

"Holy fucking shit! Moon's here," Jordan panicked, trying to hide their flushed face in Apollo's coat attempting to hide themself like a child.

Jessie laughed, "Honey, I know you gotta crush on her-"

"It's not a crush! She's a... lady friend..."

"Right, right," Jessie scoffed throwing her hands up in her own defense, "You just get nervous when she's around you, and you zone out to daydream about your future together. Definitely not a crush, just a 'lady friend'." Jessie said sarcastically, using air quotes around the words lady friend.

Jordan shot a confused look over at Jessie, "Huh?"

"And she zoned out again. Ooh, beer!" Y/N exclaimed, abandoning her friends and walking over to the cooler.

Apollo chuckled then followed, grabbing himself an ice-cold drink, then walking back over where Jessie was, as Jordan approached Y/N. "I don't know what to do. Help me?"

"Yes babe, just go talk to her! She's totally into you, she's sneaking glances at you as we speak." Y/N mentioned, slyly pointing at Moon across the room. Jordan looked over at Moon with an obviously shocked look on her face. Moon waved back with a small, welcoming smile. She waved Jordan over.

"Ohmyfuckohmyfuckohmyfuck," Jordan murmured, quickly breaking eye contact with their 'lady friend'. Y/N chuckled, "See, she wants you to join her. Go over there!"

Jordan hummed nervously, starting to pace. "Just go!" Y/N exclaimed, practically shoving Jordan across the room.

Y/N glared back at him with a hand on her hip, "Go make-out with Jessie or something." She boldly remarked. His eyes widened as Jessie almost spit out her drink. "Don't gimme that look, the tension between you hoes could be cut with a knife. And I would if our knives weren't so goddamn dull." She sneered sassily then walked away leaving her two friends stunned.

She made her way over to where the speakers were, leaning on the corner of the wall as she peacefully sipped her beer. Odd for her to find peace right next to a full-blasting speaker but hey, whatever works right?

"Hey, sweetheart." She raised her eyebrows, continuing to drink her beverage as she watched two angsty boys sneakily approach her with drinks in their hands. She gulped down her drink so she could speak, "Hello."

"You looked a little lonely over here," Robby added, his back on the wall to the left of her. "Eh, could be lonelier," She chuckled. They smiled and it went silent for a couple of seconds.

"Now, did I- we tell you that you look absolutely stunning tonight?" He shared, filling the other empty space next to her, sipping his beverage, Robby hummed in agreement as he eyed the lovely girl up and down. "No, from what I recall you hadn't, well until now, at least." She smiled, wanting to push their buttons a bit.

Usually, when the two boys separately talked to girls like that, they would get all flustered and shy, but not Y/N. She knew exactly what to say, and if we're being totally honest? It was turning both college boys on quite a lot.

"Surprised no one mentioned it sooner. Maybe they were just focused on this beautiful face of yours, hmm?" Robby hummed as he gently cupped Y/N's face, looking her straight in the eye. "Maybe they were." She smirked at him.

Robby brought his hand down, grabbing his beer off the speaker then swiftly taking a drink all with his eyes on her.

Hawk suddenly grabbed Y/N's hand. "I really like these rings you have on," He noticed, examining the cold metal resting on her fingers, his thumb running across the back of her hand. He kept eye contact as he lifted her soft hand up to his plump lips, lightly kissing the spot right above her knuckle.

She was at a loss for words. The flawless female was now at her mercy for these not one, but two men who stood in front of her. Her throat felt intently dry, like cotton as Hawk gently placed her hand back at her side.

She would've willingly made out with both of them right then and there, but she stopped herself when she saw her two friends making out in the opposite corner of the room. "Oh my god, I was right!" She said happily.

Robby chuckled already knowing what she was talking about, on his way in the saw Jessica-May and Apollo harshly making out in the corner. Hawk followed her gaze, laughing along with Robby about how excited she got over being right over her friend's relations.

Once the attention on her friends sluggishly died down, someone from across the room drunkenly suggested they play never have I ever, and that they wanted Y/N, Hawk, and Robby to play along.

Y/N debated playing. This night could go one of two ways, and both choices were looking devilishly amusing. She would either get her brains fucked out by one — or both — of her favorite little boy toys, which seemed like the better option, or she would go back to her dorm with Jordan and await another longing day wondering what would've happened if she would've played.

"You wanna play, pretty boys?" Y/N asked deviously as she turned her head to the view of the two boys glancing at each other, with sexy smirks as they hummed a 'yes'.

After a few minutes, everyone that was interested in playing was sat around a coffee table, sitting on the dark couch. Robby and Hawk were sat on either side of Y/N, both with their arms around her seat. Jordan cleared their throat, "I'll go first."

"Never have I ever..." They took a second to think, "Gone skinny dipping." Jordan finished. Jordan knew that there would probably be quite a few people, but they wanted to know just exactly who.

Y/N chuckled then skittishly raised her cold beverage, taking a large gulp. Robby and Hawk both eyed her eagerly, also taking sips of their drinks. "Hmm.. interesting," Jordan murmured slyly, noticing the gazes from the boys.

"K! I'll go next," Apollo offered, sitting down next to Jessie who was next to him with her legs crossed, "Never have I ever made out with a friend's sibling." He finished.

Jessica smiled deviantly then took a sip of her drink. Apollo's eyes shot toward her, "Wait, what? Who's sibling?" He questioned frantically. Jessie laughed to herself then pushed a few strands of hair out of her face, staying totally quiet.

"Don't tell me it was Omar!" Apollo said, hoping it wasn't his big brother, "I swear to god if you say it was Omar-" He threatened.

"It was Omar," Jessie whispered. "Oh my fucking-" Apollo complained, but was cut off by Hawk changing the conversation. Thank god, otherwise, everyone in the room would have to watch Apollo call his brother and threaten to beat his ass. He would never actually go through with it, though.

"Okay! Next one. Never have I ever, kissed my best friend." Hawk said, sitting up so he was now directly next to Y/N.

"What is with all the kissing ones?!" Apollo emphasized as Jessie just chuckled and put a comforting but dangerously playful hand on his cheek, "You'll be okay," She said, then patted his face lightly.

Y/N and Jordan both laughed as they took large gulps of their beverages, all the eyes going onto them. "Woah, hello?" Jessie said, resting her arm on Apollo's shoulder looking at her two close friends as if she just saw a ghost. "I mean, don't get me wrong I have no problem picturing that in my head," Apollo started bluntly with an elbow to the side from Jessie. "Ow! What I was gonna say, was that I have no problem picturing it but when did it happen?" Apollo finished curiously.

"We never even confirmed that it was us, I mean it was, but don't just assume." Y/N exaggerated, "And the fun part about this is that we don't have to tell you any of the sultry details." She said with a smirk and a wiggle of her eyebrows.

"Also, you two should have drunk too!" Jordan said suspiciously pointing at Jessie and Apollo.

"Anyways," Y/N laughed crossing her legs, "Never have I ever sent a nude photo to someone." She concluded, as Hawk and Robby both quietly drank from their refreshments.

"I- I'm not even gonna ask."

"Ugh, this is getting boring, okay let's spice it up a little bit." Jordan commented cleverly, "Never have I ever, had or thought of having a threesome."

Hawk and Robby's eyes widened and their jaws dropped slightly as they carefully watched Y/N take a drink of her beverage, teasingly slow. "Ooh, Y/N! Spill!" Jessie exclaimed excitedly.

Y/N simply shook her head. "No can do, Miss May, the whole point of the game never has I ever, not expose yourself in front of twenty easily amused adults." She replied, crossing her right leg over her left.

"Well, fine," Jordan huffed, "Let's play truth or dare! Y/N, truth or dare?!" They asked anxiously. Y/N knew what her roommate was up to.

"Dare."

"Okay, I dare you to tell us who you've had or thought about having a threesome with." They dared. "That's not how it works, J." Y/N stubbornly remarked, "And if it makes you feel any better, I haven't had a threesome, it's just a ridiculous thought."

Jordan huffed in defeat, but then got an aspiring idea. "Okay, fine then," They hummed cleverly, "I dare you, to kiss both people you would want to have a threesome with."

Apollo chuckled, partly embarrassed for her. Y/N laughed with sarcasm in her tone, "Yeah, there's no way in fucking hell I'm doing that." She went to get up and leave, but she felt a cold hand snatch her wrist.

"Don't go, sweetheart," Hawk grinned, "Just do it, a little dare won't hurt anyone." He acknowledged as he and Robby smirked up at her. She scoffed. "At least not physically," Robby added but after smirked, "But that could happen too."

She sat down in the space between them, gulping hard, struggling to remain intimidating to everyone surrounding her. "Fine. I'll do it." She answered, giving in.

Jordan smiled devilishly, knowing what they were getting Y/N into. "Great."

Y/N quickly glanced over at Hawk. She was mentally debating whether or not she should actually kiss him in front of everybody. She had to make a quick decision. So she kissed him.

It caught him by surprise, he wasn't too shocked but enough to the point where it took him a second to kiss back. People around the room howled and shouted, but not super loud since they knew she was still going to kiss someone else after.

Y/N noticed Hawk's lips were mildly soft, and that he kissed back after only around 3 seconds. She wanted the kiss to be short for obvious reasons, so she pulled away.

"Damn, Y/N!" Apollo exclaimed, howling like an immature child. Y/N laughed. "She's not done yet, Cruz, who's the other person?!" Jordan asked anxiously.

Y/N shot a playful-type glare at Jordan, she was beginning to warm up a little bit. This is normally how it was when she partied, she would come to the party a little shy and quiet, but she would leave nastily wasted, or just bold and loud.

She smirked over at Robby, her eyes locked on his. Eye contact was always a turn-on for the both of them, along with Hawk.

She glanced down at his lips, then leaned in and placed a soft, genuine kiss on his lips. His lips were also soft, maybe even softer than Hawk's luscious lips.

Robby slowly bit his lip as she pulled away, gazing at her up and down as he smiled a little.

"Okay! Games over," Jordan said, quickly standing up and dragging their lady friend, Moon across the room. Jessie laughed, then also stood up. "Let's go over there," Jessie said, smirking and pointing to a random corner of the room, "And continue what we were doing before."

Y/N laughed in her seat, then grabbed her drink off of the coffee table. She took a long sip, then set it back down. She sat back but tensed when she felt a sudden hand on her thigh. "Is this alright, darling?" She could feel Hawk's breath on her neck, and then another hand on her other thigh.

"I mean, I'd hope so. I felt something in that kiss, and I know damn well Hawk did too." Robby hummed as his hand tauntingly rubbing up and down her thigh. Hawk nodded eagerly in agreement.

She nodded. "Use your words, babydoll," Hawk hummed, his thumb stroking gentle, little zigzags on her clothed skin. She gulped, trying to calm herself enough to speak, "Yes, I felt it too. And yes, I'm okay with what you guys are doing." She answered, struggling to keep her composure.

"And what exactly are we doing, hmm?" Robby said, just trying to make her agitated. She inhaled sharply, "I don't know, why don't you tell me exactly what you're doing? I can't speak for either of you." She said, trying to sound as seductive as she could.

Robby raised an eyebrow, "Oh?" He exaggerated.

She nodded once again. "Why don't you boys come back to my room with me, huh?" She offered, as both boys' hands inched closer and closer to her clothed heat. Y/N quickly sat up.

She was definitely more than okay with what they were doing, she was just not wanting to give anyone else in the room a show. Or at least not for free, anyway.

She grabbed both of their hands, and they impatiently sat up with her, glancing at each other with a lust deep within their eyes, and a sneaky smirk on their faces.

"You know where my dorm is?" She asked nonchalantly as if nothing was about to happen, but in reality, shit was about to go down. Both boys nodded eagerly. "Perfect. Go there, and wait for me. I'll explain more when I get there." She said, walking over to Jordan, leaving both boys stranded there in shock. They weren't standing for long once what she said had fully sunk in, they ran as fast as they possibly could to her dorm room.

“Jordan," Y/N whispered, tapping their shoulder from behind. Jordan turned around, stopping their conversation with Moon. "Hmm?" They hummed.

"Stay at Moon's tonight. Or wherever you wanna, I guess. I just wouldn't recommend coming to our dorm until tomorrow. I'll text you if anything changes." Y/N said. Jordan could tell she was in a hurry.

"Okay, why-" Jordan's eyes got big when they realized, "Oh! Damn, okay. Heh, you're totally welcome." Jordan added, realizing that it was them that started the game, so if it weren't for Jordan then what's currently going on wouldn't be happening.

Y/N laughed, "Thank you. Now go back to talking with your lady friend." She joked, smiling in a teasing manner. "Haha, very funny. Now you go!" Jordan said, shooing Y/N away from her as if she was a pesky fly. She scoffed even though it was still more of a laugh, and quickly exited the noisy room.

♰

When she arrived in the room both boys were sat patiently on the end of her bed, even though she didn't tell them to.

They didn't know where else they should've gone within the room, and they didn't want to be a bother and mess up the placement of any of her scattered goods around the room. So they just sat there until she arrived.

"Awe look at you boys," She smiled sweetly. She found how sincere they were being quite adorable, nonetheless.

"Yeah, yeah, now what do we do now?" Hawk asked impatiently. He may have seemed patient before, but he was truly agonizing to see what was genuinely going on.

"Okay, well. Tonight you boys can do whatever the hell you want to me." She answered nonchalantly. Their eyes went wide and became full of passion.

"Anything?"

"Anything."

Hawk and Robby watched in amazement as she flopped onto the empty space of the bed behind them. "Well, what are you doing just sitting there? Go ahead, do whatever your little hearts desire."

Their thoughts ran dangerously wild as they smirked and instantly crawled up to her. "First off, let's take these pretty little things off," Hawk spoke, gesturing toward her comfortably fashionable clothing that was still sitting on her body, hugging all the right places. Robby and Hawk were intrigued, and she was a sight for sore eyes but they wanted them off, and quick. "I can do that." She replied, swiftly continuing to undo her belt.

"How cute," Robby pouted sarcastically, "You think you have a choice," Robby said and Hawk snickered. "Yeah, and you don't have a choice with us, so hurry up and take off those clothes before I fucking do it myself," Hawk demanded impatiently.

She raised her eyebrows and threw her hands up in her own defense, "Why don't you then?" She requested all but with a greedy smirk written on her face.

Hawk pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, "Fine then. Be like that," Hawk said. He knew she was just trying to make him more pissed off and impatient than he already was, and he was having trouble not letting it get to him.

"Fucking pathetic," Robby babbled degradingly. She tightly clenched her thighs together, the anticipation already nagging her.

"Keene, help me take off her clothes, and don't be fucking slow." He demanded the last fragment with refined venom in his tone.

Robby nodded, smiling cheekily at Y/N as he undid her belt, then slid her jeans down her gorgeous legs, unhooking the fabric from her ankles then tossing the clothing across the room. She propped herself up on her elbows, wanting to watch his every move. Robby smirked when he pulled her pants down only a little to reveal her hips, placing a soft kiss just below her belly button.

Hawk began growing more and more impatient, Robby was "taking forever", and he just wanted to devour the attractively striking girl in front of him. He watched observantly as Robby ran his fingers up her stomach and to her beautiful, covered breasts giving her noticeable goosebumps. Robby was practically toying with her and him as simply all he was doing was slowly lifting up her shirt.

He pulled that over her head, revealing her black bra that made him hard at the sight. Not because of what she was wearing, but simply how hot she looked in it.

"You want me to leave her like that or undress her more?" Robby asked patiently, quietly chuckling to himself as he noticed a fine budge in Hawk's jeans. "That- That's fine." He stuttered angrily. He hated having Y/N and Robby both see him at his mercy.

He shook all the delusional concepts out of his mind, then quickly took off his shirt, his abs quickly catching the attention of the female before him. She failed to stop herself from grinning, as Hawk and Robby both began to fully undress themselves. A am

After they undressed, which felt like an eternity to Y/N because she was forced by to just sit and watch as they took off their clothing extremely slow. Hawk was on one side of the bed while Robby was on the other.

"Kiss her," Hawk commanded, eyeing her up and down with passion, hunger, and lust gaping inside pupils. "What?" Robby asked, a little confused that Hawk wanted Robby to kiss her instead of himself.

"Just fucking kiss her, dude!" Hawk raised his voice. He was becoming even more impatient and anxious to just rip the remaining clothing off her body and fuck her into next Tuesday. But he couldn't do that, he had to be patient.

Robby quickly kissed Y/N, their lips harshly colliding together starting a fast, heated pace. "God, both of you are so hot," Hawk murmured, clearly out of breath from doing absolutely nothing.

Robby smiled into the kiss, his hands moving from his lap to right along her sides, holding himself over her glamorous body, now completely on top of her.

One of Robby's hands teasingly traced up her sides then to her breasts, while the other rested firmly on her thigh, inching closer and closer to her covered core. His thumb pressed onto her numb through the underwear, causing her to squirm and moan softly. Both boys were very intrigued by the sound.

Her hands harshly gripped Robby's hair, tugging it. He let out a soft whimper, sending vibrations straight to her core. "Fuck," He groaned. Hawk has had enough, he wants them to just hurry it up. And luckily for him, Robby seemed to notice.

"Okay, now what Hawk?" Robby asked, stepping away from her as she let out a whine from the loss of contact.

"Come here, love," Hawk commanded quite nicely as he looked deeply into Y/N's beautiful eyes. "Move to the edge, babe." As soon as Hawk said that phrase, Robby knew exactly where he was going with that.

Y/N, being the amazing listener she is, decided to very slowly scoot onto the edge of the average-sized bed. Hawk rolled his eyes, "Jesus fucking Christ," Hawk whispered, "Y/N if you don't hurry up we won't let you go until you've come five fucking times, now for the love of God, please just move over a few inches." Even though Hawk was more than agitated, he still somehow mentioned how hot she was, which if you think about it, in a way, that's pretty considerate of him.

Y/N gave in and obeyed, mentally rolling her eyes knowing that if she did it where they could see she would be in big trouble. She quickly moved from the middle of the large bed to the softened edge. Almost as soon as she did that, Hawk and Robby both slowly got onto their knees in front of her.

"What are you guys doing?" She questioned, she already had a hint but she liked teasing them. Hawk chuckled, "You'll figure it out sooner or later." Hawk said, now able to fully keep his calm because she was actually listening and doing what he had said to.

Robby's cold hands tormentingly ran up her thighs, giving her even more goosebumps than she had before. His hands stopped at the lining of her underwear, slowly pulling it down, and taking it off of her, revealing her pussy to both him and Hawk. Hawk slowly raised an eyebrow as he made intense eye contact with her.

"May we?" Robby asked politely, as if he was about to eat dinner at a fancy restaurant, and was asking if he was allowed to eat yet. She nodded impatiently. "Use your words, babydoll," Hawk demanded with a sexy, grim voice.

"Yes. You may." She responded.

Now that the boys had verbal consent, they were about ready to make her scream, but the little stubborn words being said in their thoughts were getting in the way. Hawk opened her legs wider and placed a small, delicate kiss onto her sensitive nub.

She let out a heavenly whimper that blessed their ears, as Robby now placed a kiss onto her hole. She let out another moan, making Hawk's cock pulse in his jeans.

Hawk quickly sat up, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it across the room. Y/N sat up on her elbows to enjoy the glorious view in front of her, she loved the way Hawk's abs glistened because of the damp layer of sweat on his body.

He got back into his knees, throwing her right leg onto his shoulder, leaving soft kisses onto her thigh. "Please," She moaned, "More."

Hawk gazed up at her as Robby chuckled devilishly, "Aww, look at you. Haven't even started and I've already got you begging for more. Such a desperate little whore, huh?" Hawk taunted. She could've busted right then and there. "Mmm, yeah," She whispered. "Speak louder, gorgeous," Robby demanded. She was extremely sexually frustrated. "Yes, I am. Please just touch me."

Hawk smiled. "See? Was that so difficult, baby?" All these pet names they were calling her were more than alluring, if she wasn't at her mercy she would be returning the favor by complimenting them on how incredibly sexy they look, or how their muscles look ravishingly big.

Hawk hungrily licked her clit as Robby got up and sat next to her and placed faint kisses down her chest, his immense hands finding a place on her waist when she arched her back. Her lips fell into an o shape as she threw her head far back. "Holy fuck."

Robby's plump lips kissed from her stomach, to her neck, and then her lips. They both engaged in a deep kiss, as Hawk's tongue worked his magic causing Y/N to moan into Robby's mouth.

Hearing that sound leave her mouth that close to his ear was like heaven to him. He found her so incredibly attractive, so hearing those beautiful moans to leave her mouth was a vast turn-on.

She began to buck her hips upward, the pleasure becoming so much for her as Hawk pressed his thumb onto her clit. "Quit doing that." He demanded. "Doing what?" Her smile was evident in her tone.

"Moving your fucking hips," Hawk answered aggressively. She smiled tauntingly then bucked her hips once again. She knew what she was doing, and she knew it was making Hawk painfully hard.

Hawk harshly slapped her ass, causing her to stop the movement of her hips. "That's right, brat, know your place." He taunted.

Robby hurried back in between her legs, getting on his knees next to Hawk and kissing up and down her thigh. She was starting to feel her climax coming, but she whimpered when she felt a loss of contact on her pussy, and her thigh.

She propped herself up on her elbows, about ready to plead for her finish, but she stopped when she saw what was going on in front of her.

Hawk and Robby were full-on making out.

And boy-oh-boy was it a sight to see.

Y/N was unquestionably mesmerized, she never thought something so simple could possibly turn her on as much as it was. She decided to take matters into her own hands, literally, by using her hands for her own pleasure. She moved her fingers around her slightly swollen vagina, curling her toes as she watched Hawk's hands find a place in Robby's luscious hair.

"Fucking hell," She whimpered. Some reason the two newly-adult boys touching tongues was a huge turn-on for her, so she was taking that to her advantage. Her fingers brushed against her clit at a certain angle, hitting her most sensitive spot. She let out a line of moans and whimpers, some high pitch, others just loud pants.

Hawk pulled away from Robby, out of breath, "Off. Take your hands off." Hawk demanded, grabbing her wrist and separating her fingers from her heat. "Why'd you do that? I was enjoying myself there." She teased.

"Shut your mouth."

Hawk was angry. He honestly didn't know why, but he was. Y/N quickly listened, stopping any noises that were leaving her sore body. "Now what, Hawk?" Robby questioned, catching his breath.

"Well that was hot," Hawk chuckled, "But we can't just let her sit there and watch." He honestly didn't know what he was saying, he loved watching her at her own mercy, but he wanted to remain — or seem — dominant. "And why not? I don't mind." She smirked proudly, she loved pushing their buttons. "Well, I do, and I know damn well Hawk does as well. Now get your ass up." Robby demanded. She smiled, and stood up.

"On the bed, ass toward us," Hawk commanded. That sentence gave her intense butterflies, as she listened. "Robby, you know what to do," Hawk said, walking over to the desk in her room and pulling out her chair. "What is he doing?" Y/N asked curiously.

"Don't worry about it, you little bitch." Robby taunted, then hostilely thrusted into her, making her whimper out at the sudden contact. "Holy fuck!"

Robby's cold hands roughly gripped her ass, as Hawk sat down onto the chair and took out his dick. He simply just watched, his chest heaving up and down as he let out multiple soft, submissive moans. "Jesus fucking christ," Hawk whispered.

Y/N screamed loudly as Robby forcefully penetrated her pussy, moans, and grunts were falling from Robby's lips, his fingernails probably making a mark into Y/N's asscheek, although she didn't mind. "God, you're so tight Y/N," Robby said, his voice getting closer to a whisper by each word that left his lips. She moaned back as her response.

"You're taking my cock so well, fuck, what a good girl you are." Robby praised, slamming into her like there was no tomorrow. "Mmm, fuck yes! Call me that again," Y/N moaned as she impatiently nodded her head in agreement. "Such a good girl," Robby purposely repeated himself.

Y/N let out a noisy whimper, Robby immediately snapped back into reality remembering that someone could hear what was going on, so his hand flew straight onto her mouth, as he bent over so his lips were right next to her ear.

"You're gonna have to be quiet, love, someone'll here you." He whispered to her, alluringly. His hand moved from her mouth, "God," She choked out, "I don't know if I can."

"You can, and you will. Now be quiet before I make you myself." His hand slowly moved farther her lips and down to her throat, gently squeezing the sides which the adrenaline in her veins pump faster. His pants became faster.

She could barely choke out words at that point, she was being fucked senseless, and to add onto that her airway was partially shut. He would never fully shut it, of course, he just loved the way it felt when she clenched around him while he choked her.

"That's right baby, listen to my words. Obey me like the bitch you are." Robby said, taking full control. Y/N let out the most satisfying-to-ear moan, she wasn't quiet, or too loud. It came from the back of her throat, and it sounded extremely heaven-like to Hawk and Robby.

Robby pushed into her, then stopped, staying in that position. His other large hand moved, using his finger to rub fast circles onto her swollen clit. She let out a quiet whimper. "Oh yeah? Do you like that? You like having my hands all over your pussy, hmm?" He sweet-talked. She moaned once more, "God yes!"

Robby started moving again, but continued to touch and play with her. "Jesus, babe," He panted, "I know I told you to stay quiet but if you keep moaning like that, I don't mind at all." He chuckled.

Y/N's back arched, her ass pressing against Robby's front causing Robby to stop in his tracks, "Oh god."

Y/N looked over at Hawk to make sure he was still well, and all she saw was his eyes on her. Hawk's eyelids were very heavy, and a sluggish smile appeared on his face when his eyes met with her desperate ones.

"Fuck," She moaned, quickly looking away. Eye contact really turned her on and at the moment it felt like too much to handle.

Robby was very thankful that Y/N's pussy was especially wet, his dick slid in and out of her so easily.

He smiled cheekily as he brought his top-half upward as it had been before, his cock shifted deep inside of her, hitting a place it hadn't before. "Shit," She whimpered hopelessly.

"God, baby, I'm so close," Robby whimpered out, his dominant side slowly fading as he felt his cock contract and twitch inside of Y/N. "Me too," She panted. Robby's hands got a firm grip on her hips, repeatedly ramming his dick into her. "Oh yes," She whimpered softly.

Robby chuckled as he struggled to keep his eyes fully open, "You're such a pretty little whore, huh, Y/N?" He degraded, her walls clenching around him. She only moaned as a response.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, and it was probably through the roof due to all the pleasure she's being given.

After a matter of seconds, her body felt uselessly limp as she collapsed onto the bed, the only the holding her up was her elbows. Her orgasm hit her like a truck as she let out a loud, drawn-out moanish-scream.

Robby wrapped his hand around her mouth, "Shhh, be quiet," He whispered in her ear. His orgasm came soon after, and luckily for Robby, she was on birth control, and he knew because they had discussed it before they even did any of the foreplay.

Robby came inside her as his whole body shook. He let out a pathetic whimper right in her ear, that would've easily made her come once more if she wasn't coming down from a current high.

"Jesus Christ, you guys are hot together," Hawk said with a large smirk, as Robby looked up still partly out of breath. "But out of the way, pretty boy. It's my turn." The words that seductively left his mouth and the tone he murmured them in gave Y/N shivers down her spine.

Hawk flopped onto the bed next to her, "Ride me, babydoll."

With a smirk, she willingly obeyed, sexily walking over to him. "Okay, baby," She said, throwing her leg around his lap, straddling him completely as one of his hands attached to her ass, while the other roamed around her neck, then using his thumb to tilt up her chin. "That's sir to you." He spat.

She got extreme butterflies and still managed to listen to what he had to say. "Yessir." She responded, grinning deviously.

Hawk quickly rammed his cock into her swollen pussy lips, as her mouth fell open and she threw her head back. "Fuck yes!" She whimpered, her voice shaky. Hawk slowly pulled out of her.

She sank down onto his throbbing dick, and the two let out a derogatory moan. "Fuck yes," Hawk whispered under his breath. Y/N began to roll her hips at a teasingly slow pace. Hawk hissed quietly, the pain and pleasure coming together as one.

His hands teasingly roamed up and down her glorious body, as she rocked her hips back and forth, bouncing every once in a while as Robby sat in the same chair Hawk was in before.

"Baby, I- fuck, that feels so good." She filthily moaned near his ear, before Hawk's muscles contracted. According to his reaction, he must've enjoyed her hushed profanities.

The pleasure the duo was feeling was unbelievably immaculate, as Hawk's hands harshly gripped her ass, probably leaving marks.

"Look at you, such a fucking mess for me. Such a dirty slut you are for me, hmm?" He tormented despitefully, his bitchy tone making her gulp. His words made her clench around him. "God, do that again, sweetie." He moaned, extremely turned on. She listened, clenching around his cock once more. "Shit." He painted.

"Open," Hawk demanded, as Y/N quickly opened her mouth. He used his hand to squeeze her cheeks together, quickly spitting into her mouth. "Swallow." She quickly obeyed.

He grinned sinfully, happy that she had stopped her stubborn ways and actually listened, but little did he know her persistent antics were far from gone. "Good girl," He whispered, his breath just barely tickling her neck.

She pulled him in for a kiss, which quickly turned into a heated make-out session while she continued to repeatedly ride his dick. Hawk pulled away just to smile at her, "You look so fucking hot right now," He said, his eyelids heavy as he stared into her eyes.

"As do you," She responded, looking at him deeply with passion.

It's been said many times before, eye contact really turned her on, but this type of eye contact, which takes place during sex and happens to be exceptionally intense, made her not just turned on, but also made her feel extremely safe. Not that she didn't feel safe in Robby's arms, because she definitely did. And there's no but to that sentence. She fancied them both, quite a bit may I add. Hawk's gorgeous eyes traveled down to her lips, colliding his with hers.

The kiss would've lasted fairly long, if it weren't for Hawk's cock reached deeper spots inside of her, causing her to pull away and gasp. "Oh-oh god," She whimpered desperately. The sound of her whimpers made him simply smirk, knowing that he did that to her and that it was because of him that she was full of clemency.

"Mmm, fuck," He moaned, his page beginning to quicken as he felt his cock twitch inside her, and his climax begins its climb. "I'm close, Y/N." He was ashamed to admit it, because they had only been going for a little while, but he was close to coming. And normally he could last longer, but the sex he was having currently was just superior.

"Fuck," She panted breathlessly, "So am I."

He simpered audaciously. "You gonna come for me like the naughty fucking whore you are, Y/N? Hmm?" Hawk quickly went from sweet and sappy to degrading and despiteful, but you couldn't catch Y/N whining about it. "Yes sir." She answered.

Hawk let out a drawn-out moan, "Ahhhhh fuck, I'm gonna come Y/N, Jesus fucking Christ," He groaned, the hard grip he had on her ass probably leaving bruises and scratches. "Mmm," She hummed, "Shit, me too!"

Her whole body shook as Hawk rested his head on her shoulder, struggling to keep quiet while he endured his high. Hawk mumbled gibberish-sounding profanities. Y/N moaned Hawk's name as if it were a mantra, as he came hard into her swollen cunt. Not long after, she came onto his throbbing cock.

Robby quickly speed-walked to the bathroom, getting a damp washcloth ready for Y/N for when she and Hawk were fully finished.

Once Hawk could finally open his eyes again without seeing stars, he smiled at the girl in front of her, pushing a fallen strand of hair out of her face. "You did so well, babydoll." He comforted, with a kiss on her nose. She smiled sweetly, "Thank you. You were not as bad as I'd thought you'd be," She teased with a smirk. "Hey!"

"I'm kidding, love, I promise." She chuckled, "Now help me get onto this bed of mine, I doubt I'll be able to walk."

Hawk laughed with her, then gently set her down onto her soft bed, getting up himself. Robby walked into the room with the rag as Hawk went to find her toothbrush. Robby carefully wiped down her face, before changing sides and wiping done any extra cum that was left. "Thank you, sweetheart," She said, cupping his face sleepily. "My pleasure darling, you did amazing."

"Wait, Y/N, where's your toothbrush?!" Hawk shouted from the bathroom. "It should be on the counter- Oh, wait! It's all in the cupboard, Jordan moved them when she was cleaning the bathroom." She said, "That little clean freak," She mumbled to herself, but Robby happened to hear. "You aren't any better!" He shouted back as he also walked to the bathroom.

She laughed and shook her head as Hawk approached her with her dull-colored toothbrush in hand. "Okay, sit up, love." He said nicely. She let out a little whimper as she sat up, her muscles hurt.

"You need help?" Hawk offered, hovering his hand near her back to make sure if she fell he could catch her. "No, I'm okay." She argued drowsily, "Thanks, though." She exclaimed with a genuine smile on her face.

Hawk chuckled, "Okay, open." She laughed sneakily, "I'm having extreme deja vu." She joked. "Ha-ha, very funny, but seriously, princess, if you want me to brush your teeth, you're gonna have to cooperate with me."

She nodded, then smiled largely and Hawk started to brush her teeth for her. "Hey, Robby could you find and bring me a cup?" Hawk shouted, knowing that soon she was gonna have to spit.

Robby shouted a 'yeah' back and brought him a cup. Once Hawk had finished brushing her teeth and Robby had finished his business in the restroom, the three had layer together in her bed, the boys on either side of Y/N.

"Y'know, although I won't be able to walk for a week, I really enjoyed that," Y/N admitted, taking a glance at the two around her. Hawk and Robby both nodded their heads in agreement.

"Do you guys wanna keep doing this? But not just sex?" Y/N said, a little worried that they could possibly disagree. Robby smiled, "Y'know, I would like that." He smiled. "Yeah, me too," Hawk said. Y/N smiled sweetly, moving closer to the two boys around her.

She slept pretty well that night, she was extremely tired and I bet having not one, but two genuine boys at her side, probably helped a little bit as well.

♰

When Y/N woke up sleepily, both boys were still in a deep sleep. She carefully got up, it was around 10 am, but also a Saturday so she luckily didn't have many classes that day. It was hard for her to walk, but she knew she was gonna have to so she just decided to push through it. Or at least, try.

She quickly got herself dressed, slipping on her pajamas to go downstairs to get coffee.

Luckily for her and her classmates, the dorms offered coffee and donuts every morning to try and help the young adults so they didn't have to struggle with money if they were, and even if they weren't it was just nice to give them a little treat.

Y/N rubbed her eyes as she limped carefully down the hallway, and saw Jordan sat at the bar table, in their fuzzy pajamas and slippers, happily stuffing their face with a powdered donut. "Y/N!" They exclaimed with a mouthful as soon as they caught the eye of their best friend.

"Hey!" She smiled back, taking a seat next to them. "Where'd you end up staying last night?" She questioned. Jordan seemed to have gotten all excited, "Moon's dorm! Luckily for me, her roommate was visiting home yesterday, so she let me stay there." Jordan explained cheerfully. They were really a morning person, Y/N on the other hand, was not.

"Nice. But did anything... happen?" Y/N asked, hinting toward... well you get what she's hinting toward. "Yes, actually!" Jordan smiled proudly. Jordan before that night hadn't lost their virginity, they were waiting for the right time, and right person, and as soon as they laid eyes on Moon, they knew she was the one.

"That's great! Congrats, dude." Y/N smiled, punching Jordan's shoulder as they looked down bashfully. "Yeah, I'm really happy about it."

It went silent for a few seconds.

"Oh, shit! I totally forgot, I gotta bring Moon back a glazed donut, so I should probably go." Jordan said, quickly getting up, then grabbing a napkin and using that napkin to get a glazed donut.

"Well, good luck! Not that you need it, though." Y/N said. They softly smiled at each other, before Jordan speed-walked away, but only making it halfway before they stopped.

"Love you!" Jordan shouted at Y/N. She chuckled to herself as she shook her head, "Love you too!" Then blew a kiss their way.

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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Positions (NSFW 18+)

AN: This is umm... a little raunchy and uhhh I’m going to take a bath in holy water now. Sooo yeah...

Synopsis: Your two best friends want to pleasure you when you tell them how long it’s been since you got laid and they show you no mercy.

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Best Friend!Reader and Urban Wyatt x Best Friend!Reader

Requested by my babies @sinsandsuccubus and @bigschmood 😘💕

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You were currently on tour with Jack and Urban who happen to be your two best friends since elementary school. As long as you could remember it had always been the three of you.

Usually the three of you together normally equaled trouble.

Recently your boyfriend broke up with you because he had been cheating on you with a close friend of yours for close to a year.

Jack and Urban rightfully kicked his ass when they found out.

Since then you've been sad and a little depressed and Jack and Urban would do anything and everything to cheer you up and see you smile.

Jack decided that you needed a little distance in between you and your ex and asked if you wanted to spend a few weeks with him.

Of course you said yes.

The three of you were now in Paris enjoying the views from your hotel suite.

You were taking it all in since it was your first time being in Paris and you were loving every minute of it.

You were sitting on the couch in your own little world when Urban caught your attention by saying your name.

"Y/N, what's the most public place you've had sex?"

"How did we even get on this topic? We were literally just talking about shoes two minutes ago."

"Answer the question mamas."

"Yall nosey."

"We're your best friends so that's a given. Spill it."

"Grocery store parking lot at 9 am without tinted windows."

"Damn. I forgot you freaky as shit. Just begging to get caught."

"Oh, there was also a time in Cherokee Park. Then I can't forget the time on the airplane to Puerto Rico."

"What!? With who!?"

"You know better than to ask me that. A lady never kisses and tells."

"Well when I want to join the mile high club I know who to come to." Jack replied while taking a sip out of his water bottle and winking at you.

“Name the flight, baby. But... it was the captain.” You jokingly said while enjoying the view out of the window and seeing the lights across the city.

“WHAT?!”

"There is hardly any space but I still managed to ride him."

"Okay so you were on some contortionist ass shit."

"Jack Jack you don't know the half of it. But that was awhile ago." You replied while shrugging your shoulders and stealing chips from Urban.

"How long?"

"I don't want to say."

"Why? It's just us.”

“So?”

“We tell each other everything anyways.”

"Six months."

"WHAT?" They both collectively said before looking over at you.

"Yall need to shut the hell up. Stop making a big deal about it."

"Damn. No dick in six months?"

"You don't have to remind me Jackman."

"But.. wait.. I have an idea."

"I don't like when you get that look on your face but go on. Always some shit when the two of you get an idea and drag me along for the ride."

"What if me and Urban help you with your little situation?"

"Wait, what?" You now had a puzzled look on your face and was thoroughly confused as to what exactly he was getting at.

"You trust us, don't you?"

"Well yeah, but..."

"But what mamas?"

"Won't that make it awkward after the fact?"

"It's not weird unless one of us makes it weird."

"What do you say baby girl?"

"Both of you?"

They nodded.

"At the same time?"

"You have multiple holes for a reason. Let us take care of you. That's what friends are for right? The way your freaky ass be talking this is right up your alley.”

You contemplated for a few minutes before finally answering.

I mean you trusted the both of them with your life and knew that they wouldn’t do anything to hurt you in any way.

“Just one request.” You calmly said while looking between the both of them.

“Anything.”

“If either of you get cum in my hair, I am beating the absolute shit out of you. This weave was fucking expensive.”

“Hmm, that won’t be a problem as long as you swallow it.”

“Who said that I swallowed, Urby?”

“You, mamas. Multiple times. So don’t act like you don’t.”

Jack stifled a laugh before looking at you and smiling.

“Jackman, watch yourself.” You warned and he only smiled at you.

“Just wait on it mamas, you’re about to be begging us for mercy.”

“Hhmp. We’ll just have to see about that now won’t we?”

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“Don’t be nervous. It’s just us.” Jack said while locking the door behind the three of you. Even though it was only the three of you in the suite, you weren’t going to take any chances of someone walking in.

“What is this? Luv is Dro? And easier said than done."

“Baby girl, stop playing.”

“I just want to see if you can back up all that shit you talk mamas. Going all those rounds and doing tricks on the dick.” Urban added while taking his shirt off and tossing it to the other side of the room.

Damn. You couldn’t wait to have his mouth on your pussy and Jack’s dick in your mouth and vice versa.

“Hmm... looks like it’s your lucky night then isn’t it?”

“Then get your ass over here and kiss me.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice.

You were now on all fours with Urban in front of you and Jack behind you and you were simply just trying to get your mind right and prepare yourself.

This was going to be a long night.

"Damn this a pretty ass pussy. You've been hiding this from us?" Jack said while sliding his fingers in you to get you ready to take him.

"You never asked to see it."

“Well now that I have, I want to see it more often.”

While Urban guided your face down wards so that you would be able to take him in your mouth, Jack slid in you from behind making a loud moan erupt from you.

“Damn, this shit is tight. You gonna be a good girl for us tonight and do what we say?”

You nodded your head as best you could while deep throating Urban as he pulled you closer by your hair that was now in a makeshift ponytail to take more of him in your mouth if that was even possible.

“Fuck, baby girl you look so pretty with my dick in your mouth.”

There were now tears flowing at a steady pace coming down your cheeks and you released him from your mouth with a pop in order to come up for air.

“Nuh uh, mamas. That dick better not come out of your mouth again until my cum is sliding down your throat. You understand? We can't get it in your pretty hair remember?"

You nodded your head, but Urban was not taking that as an answer.

“I think baby girl needs to use her words, Jack otherwise we’re not going to let her cum.”

When Jack heard this, he stopped his movement in and out of you immediately as they both waited for you to answer.

“Okay.”

“Much better.”

You took Urban back into your mouth as Jack continued his movements and he began pounding into you so hard that you were literally almost choking on Urban. It didn’t help that now Urban was holding you in place so that you didn’t even have the option to move if you wanted to.

"Such a good girl taking all of me at one time."

“Fuckkkkk.” Your words were muffled because of the current task that you were engaging in, but it still made Jack smirk none the less.

Without warning, you felt warm liquid shoot down the back of your throat. You were attempting to come up for air, but Urban had other plans.

“What did I tell you? Swallow it. Be a good girl and swallow it for me.”

Even though your mouth was full and had Urban’s cum leaking out of both sides of your mouth, you did your best to oblige.

“Damn, mamas.”

Jack was still behind you and he increased the pace of his movements before reaching around you to massage your clit.

“Oh shit, oh shiiiit!”

“Come on baby girl, cum all over my dick.”

It only took him four more thrusts into you before you released all over him.

“Urban, switch with me.”

They kept you in the middle as they switched positions and you were now face to face with Jack.

“Be a good girl and taste yourself.”

You immediately took him into your mouth as you felt Urban slide underneath you and began to eat you out.

“OOHH SHIT.”

“Stop moving or I won’t let you cum. You better take this shit.”

It hadn’t even been a good thirty minutes, but neither of them were letting up. You were touched starved after not having been in a situation like this for six months and you honestly were loving every minute of it.

You just knew you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow.

You did as you were told by Urban to stay still and your legs began to shake and you started to get that familiar feeling in your lower stomach.

You released yourself from off of Jack screaming out Urban’s name.

“Fuckkkk, Urban.”

“Come on pretty girl, cum in my mouth.”

And that was all it took.

However, you still had Jack in your mouth when he suddenly got a bright idea.

“Hold on mamas.”

He pushed you upwards before sending his cum all over your chest and down your stomach.

You simply looked at him and rolled your eyes.

“Had to make sure, I didn’t get it in your hair, remember?”

“Hmm, I guess I can give you a free pass.” You answered before gliding your finger along your chest filled with Jack’s cum and placing it into your mouth to suck on.

“Hmm, who knew you both would taste so sweet.”

“Open your mouth.” You did as you were told as Jack eagerly spit into it before kissing you.

Damn, you instantly got wet all over again.

“There’s a lot more where that came from now flip your ass over.”

It had been at least ten minutes and Jack would not let you cum making you grow frustrated. He would insert his fingers into you and as soon as he felt you getting close, he would immediately pull away from you.

"Let me cum got dammit!"

"You haven't cum this much in like 6 months, you can wait a little longer."

"Jackkkk!"

"Stop squirming. I'll stop right now."

“But...”

Urban was currently giving your breasts his undivided attention and you just knew you were about to cum just from his movements alone from them being so sensitive. However, when Jack would stop his movements, he would stop too.

“I cannot fucking stand either one of you.”

“Hmm, is that how you treat your best friends? We’ve already made you cum multiple times and I mean, we can stop right now.”

“Jackman, I swear if you stop right now I’m going to kill you.”

“Then be patient, baby.”

“I didn’t sign up for you to be edging me all night!”

“Hmm, mamas I’m just getting started. Be careful who you catch an attitude with because I can do this shit for as long as I please and not make you cum anymore. Is that what you want?”

“No!”

“Then tell me what you want.” Jack asked as he increased the number of fingers into you as well as increasing the pace at the same time.

He was met with silence and looked up at you.

“Y/N, come on baby, use your words.”

“I want to cum!”

“How bad, baby? How bad do you want it?”

“EHHH JACK!”

Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks and resulted in you screaming at the top of your lungs.

You also didn’t notice how you squirted all over Jack’s face.

“Got damn! You didn’t tell us you were a squirter.”

It took you a few seconds to compose yourself to be able to answer him.

“Because I didn’t know.” You said between heavy breaths and all Jack did was smile at you.

“Hmm, who would’ve thought it would take you fucking your best friends to find out.”

Suddenly Jack flipped you over so that you were on top of him.

“Alright mamas, you talk so much shit about how your dick riding game is amazing so, get to it.”

“You have got to give me a second.” You were still trying to catch your breath and attempting to compose yourself.

“No, I don’t think so.”

You rolled your eyes before easing your way down onto Jack as Urban inserted himself from behind.

The new sensation you were feeling was insane and you couldn’t get enough of it.

“Shit, babe.” Jack exclaimed while holding onto your hips steadying your pace which you quickly got annoyed with, but you needed for him to guide you because you felt like your legs were about to give out at any second.

“Damn it! Shit... faster Urban.”

“Your wish is my command, baby girl.”

With the increase in pace from both of them, you knew that you weren’t about to last much longer.”

“Is baby girl going to cum all over my dick again?”

“OOOHHH FUCK!”

“Come on, you’re been such a good girl for us. You can cum once more. You can take it.”

Jack then reached up to rub small circles along your clit with all of you then cumming at the same time.

Urban removed himself from you while Jack followed soon after.

You collapsed on top of Jack trying to catch your breath and all he did was bring you into a hug while letting out a laugh.

“You alright over there mamas?”

“Hmm...”

“Well she’s making noise so at least we know she’s alive.” Urban replied while taking in the scene in front of him.

“Sooooo.”

“I definitely want to see that pretty pussy more often.”

“I bet you do.”

“Oh, and mission accomplished. Your hair is cum free.”

“Yeah, even though you got mighty close for a second.” You replied while rolling your eyes.

“Look, don’t start. You know you liked that shit.”

You simply rolled your eyes as you took your place on the bed between the both of them.

“Get some sleep, mamas. We’re not done with you yet.”

“Wait, what?!”

“Don’t tell me that you thought we were finished....”

“You better rest up now, we got a long night ahead of us.”

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mrs-monaghan · 7 days

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https://www.tumblr.com/mrs- monaghan/734984629938946048/i-was- looking-through-tkk-blogs-to-see-what- they?source=share

The person who's blog that is i have seen them sharing jaymina's tweets as proof or as reference so you do know damn well how it goes.I read their post about what makes them think tk are real than jk and i gotta say there's literally nothing they said that could make me go "oh they have a point" cause it's just their pov and how THEY see tk but like there's no difference in there?? They said when jk kisses jm's ear it's a friendship for them cause they have been frnds for 10+ yrs, so according to them everything jkk do is friendship cause jkk are also good frnds or close frnds but that's just friendship but the same thing done by tk is "romance" how? They said it's because tk's stays behind longer, when they cuddle it's longer, when they do this that it's longer like really??? It's always been jkk who left the stage later than every other members, it's jm who's bitten jk to the point it left a mark like hickey, the person said when tk sleeps together they woke up interwined when? I remember two incidents only and both of them were not Tangled up but just them sleeping side by side and the one in ITS is tae sleeping while hugging jk. Thing is tae needs something to hug when he sleeps and that's why it might look like that but when did they saw jk working up spooning tae? But i did saw jk sleeping while spooning jm. Both jm and jk does not have a habit of hugging someone while sleeping so they might not woke up tangled up but tae literally is the same with his whole wooga so like am i supposed to think he's dating and there's romance between whole wooga? What kind of logic is this?

The tk's stares are longer bro belive me when i say that taehyung looks at all members the same cause Whenever i see any video of vmin all armys says "why does taehyung looks at jm's lips all the time?" "Why does he looks at jm like he wanna eat him?" Which is true cause there's plenty of clips of tae staring the same way to jin and jm too.

And let's talk about how jungkook does a whole 90degree whenever he sees jm's talking like he Hardly does that with other members but with jm he's consistent and only with jm he's that consistent. He looks at jm even when jm is not looking at him and that tells you alot.

all the things tae has done for/with jk he's done with so many people for example the pictures from jk's listening party the way he's clinging to jk which we know he gets when he's drunk, so he's done same poses with hobi in the photobooth and let's not forgot the paris pictures when he went to pfw like if he can get THAT clingy with literal men he's met first time why is it different when he's clinging to jk who's his frnds for 10+ yrs?? whole army twitter was calling tae gay or queer because of the way he was so touchy with all the men in those pictures lol so show me and tell me why is it different for jk???

all the things or sightings tk has done this yr are all already done by jkk already in the past so why is tk special but jkk not?? all the tk do for e/o they have done with jm but what jkl do with e/o they haven't done it for anyone.

All what i got from the post is that it's op's point of view why they think tk are romantic but if i see it from neutral point of view then I'm seeing no difference and when you use jaymina's account as your go to proof then yeah you have already lost it then and there.

the only thing good there is that op atleast think jkk are close frnds unlike other tkkrs who straight up call jkk fanservice, comapny ship and coworkers.

You've summed it up perfectly my lovely. When Jikook do something they do with other members we don't latch onto that as proof. Can't say the same for these morons. To think JK sees all this during his lurking

#sigh #ask shaz #bts ask #the vermin #taekook is not real #the fuckery #jikook

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arty-shadow-morningstar · 2 years

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Biodad! Bruce Wayne

Realised I haven't posted anything Maribat related in a while. Also realised that it's Biodad! Bruce Wayne month.

I am currently on break from fic writing until October. This happened because the wifi was out for a while and I lacked motivation to study.

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Marinette is a Wayne and everyone knows except for the new kids aka Alya, Adrien and Lila.

Mari doesn't flaunt her wealth or tried to hide it but everyone just sort of forgets when she is as down to earth as the rest of them.

Except for the certain times she shows it and everyone is violently reminded that she is richer than Chloe Bourgeosis (who can't stand that fact.)

Picture this, Set season 3-ish, Spring Break is over and everyone is coming back from their vacation.

Chloe comes in a limo and bragging about her vacation in the Carribean or something.

Adrien looks around and is like, "Where's Marinette?"

Marinette hasn't been heard from all break and Alya is only aware that she is visiting family in the States.

Anyways, bell rings to signal classes and still no sign of Marinette.

Then, the chopping sounds of a helicopter is heard and everyone looks up to the sky and sees one.

Everyone moved out of the way as they realised that it was going to land in the courtyard (Or the sake of crack and the magic of imagination and fiction, let's pretend this is allowed and possible)

"I wonder if that is a new student." Adrien wondered.

"Ooh, I hope they aren't another Chloe. They seem rich if they are coming to school by helicopter." Alya said.

"That's Marinette." Nino explained.

"Where?" Adrien looked around for his very good friend.

"The helicopter. It's hers. Well, it belongs to her family. See?" Nino pointed out the Wayne logo to his friends.

"No freaking way." Alya exclaimed, "Marinette's not…" She stopped upon seeing a familiar girl exit the helicopter, arguing with a man in English.

"B, I am not going back out on this. I am staying in Paris and that is final." Marinette yelled.

"Sweetheart, but think of the akumas. They are dangerous." The man tried to appeal to her.

"It's fine and I am not dead yet. Plus I don't want you bubble wrapping me to 'protect' me if I stay in Gotham."

"I am not that bad."

"It's that Bruce Wayne? That's Bruce Wayne." Alya pointed and turned to Nino, "Why is Bruce Wayne here and why does Marinette know him?"

"You don't know?"

"Of course, I don't." Alya feels like there is a story here and Nino is not telling her what it is.

Adrien raised his hands, "Same here."

"How do you not know?" Nino waved towards the pair, "Mari's father is Bruce Wayne."

"What?" Alya and Adrien exclaimed. Brain.exe has stopped working.

"Everybody knew that."

"We didn't. What do you mean my girl's father is one of the richest man on the planet?" Alya demanded as she shook her boyfriend for more answers.

"I know it sounds hard to believe but yeah. Marinette is Bruce Wayne's daughter."

Alya walked away in disbelief and muttering on her phone, trying to see if it was true. She screamed, "Oh my God" when she found Marinette's Wikipedia page.

Adrien is just looking like a lost puppy.

"Dude, you okay?" Nino asked.

"Why didn't Marinette tell me? I thought we were friends."

"Adrien, I think she forgot that you didn't know since all of us already knew and plus I thought you would have known before this. Don't you rich kids hang out in the same circles or something?"

"If my father lets me go out and that is rarely. So no."

"Oh right, your old man. Look, Mme. Mendeleeve is coming. We better get to class. You can ask Marinette why she didn't tell you then."

In the Meantime, Marinette and Bruce had stopped yelling at each other and were angrily doing ASL to communicate hero business.

The helicopter had flew away after dropping off its passengers.

"Mme. Marinette and M. Wayne, it's time for Mademoiselle's class to start so I hope you can continue this fight after school." Mme. Mendeleeve interuppted them.

"Yes, Ma'am/miss"

"And Marinette," Bruce called, "We will negotiate this for a compromise over lunch."

"Fine." Marinette groaned and walked away with the teacher.

Bruce ignored Damocles, who had hurriedly changed out of his Owl Knight costume to greet the billionaire, as he made his way to the expensive-looking car parked in front of the school.

"Oh, wait. Principal Damocles." Bruce said as if he remembered something before opening the door, "Marinette had been complaining about another girl in her class who had been threatening her and apparently framing her for cheating on test and theft. I was also told that she was expelled because of it. Why was I not aware about this?"

Damocles paled and stuttered out a poor excuse.

"I also hear that the Bourgeosis girl is still having her way with everything and picking fights with my daughter."

"About that. Chloe insists on being in the same class as Marinette and the Mayor intervene everytime we try to do something about it."

"I see. I am already considering pulling her out since Hawkmoth is making a big mess of the city. At least back at home, there are protocols in school for attacks but I don't see any in your school policies for akuma attacks."

"Um. We- er are working on it. You see Hawkmoth is a recent thing and um-" Blah. blah. blah. Bruce just hears more excuses.

"Hn." and Bruce gets into his car and drove away.

Damocles made a note to tell Bustier to take Marinette's side for a while.

In the class, Lila was eagerly bristling with excitement. There was a new student in school who arrived by helicopter and it had the Wayne logo. One of the richest children in the world was attending the school. Forget Agreste, this was a bigger fish to fry. She was far away to see who the student was and Mme. Mendeleeve prevented her from getting a closer look but she could recognise them by the red clothes they wore to school. Hopefully, they were in the same class as hers. Lila prayed hard to see a new face as people trickled in. She even got Nathaniel to sit with Ivan so there is an empty seat next to her.

However, she had no luck when Marinette, usually the last one to class, arrived and there was still no new student.

That is until Adrien asked loud enough for everyone to hear, "Marinette, why didn't you tell me that your father is Bruce Wayne?"

Lila nearly crack her neck by turning her head so fast to stare at Marinette who answered, "I thought you already knew." in a confused tone.

Sure enough, Marinette was wearing the same clothes the supposed Wayne child had. Lila has a crisis since one of the best golden ticket to fame and fortune already knew she was a liar.

"Is he really your father?" Alya grabbed Marinette.

"Yes." Marinette looked between Adrien and Alya who both looked betrayed, "Why do you look so confused about it? Everybody knew."

"Everybody. Except us."

Lila picked that moment to chimed in, "Marinette, how could you not tell me that you are a Wayne? I thought that we were friends." Hoping she could salvage something.

Marinette made a face and it was gone as she replied, "It's not like I hid the fact that I am a Wayne. Maybe I wasn't as obvious about my wealth like Chloe and most people assumed that my last name is Dupain-Cheng because she called me that. I kinda forgot you didn't know because everyone already knew. So no hard feelings?"

Alya sighed, "I can't get mad when I know how scattered you get. I mean some things are now obvious now that I think about it and it explains some things."

The rest of the day, Lila tries to act all buddy-buddy with Marinette and Marinette ignores her.

#maribat #biodad! bruce wayne #this time #ml x dc #mlb x dc #everyone knows marinette is a wayne #adrien is oblivious enough to not know something like that #as for the rest #Marinette has a Tony Hawk problem where unless she is wearing formal wear like a evening gown or a suit #People don't know she is a Wayne #that is why most people is so chilled about her being famous

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Over 💜

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Chan x female reader. (Idol AU, Ninth member)

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Y/N is an Idol who decided to take a hiatus. Does Chan try to stop?

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Friends to lovers? Confessing feelings, Fluff, childhood romance in a sense, a bit of angst (cause I'm a sucker for that)

You walk out of JYP office and breathe out. You did it, you're on hiatus, you're free. You now have time to travel the world, work on your music, and so much more. The stress of fans? Gone.

You hear a rush of chatter as stray kids come down the corridor.

"Y/n..." Chan's voice trails. "You didn't..."

You nod with a small smile and tears in your eyes. "I'm free" your voice breaks.

Tears form in their eyes as they all come to hug you. You don't know how to feel. You've been wanting to do this for a couple of months now, and here you are. The price? Losing the boys once again.

Was it worth it?

"I-I" Chan voice stutters.

"This isn't because I forgot to meet up with you that one time?" Seungmin cries.

"Guys" your voice cracks, "it wasn't you" you cry. "I just couldn't keep up"

It's true, these last few months have been horrible as rumours break out. And of course, these rumours came with haters.

More tears flow between all of you. Especially as you go back to the AirBnb to pack your stuff.

It's late at night and most of the boys have probably gone to bed.

"Let me take you out, my treat" Chan smiles at you, and you couldn't help yourself but nod along.

"Paris" Chan sighs as the two of you stroll through the park in front of the Eiffel Tower.

"I was never a fan of Paris" you chuckle, "it's really grey until you reach the main attractions"

Chan rolls his eyes as he takes your hand into his and runs. The two of you start giggling, chuckling, and smiling as these soon-to-be final moments arrive. He smiles at you as you look around in the air for a while, taking in the beautiful attraction of where he took you.

"What are you doing?" You chuckle as he hands you a lock.

"I want Paris to remember us" he smiles as the two of you walk to the iconic railing of none other than Lover's Bridge. You look down at the heart shape lock that's now on the bridge with 'Y/N + SKZ' sharpied on it.

"You know they'll take this down?" You chuckle a bit under your breath.

"It's the moment that matters" he responds with his dimples deepening in his face.

You turn around to face him as he takes a deep breath.

"I never thought you'd leave us" he laughs. "I hear a lot about you, from I.N, Hyunjin, Han, and so many more. We all love you, and to think of you leaving...it hurts" he says.

He laughs looking at the floor and then back up to the scenery "I remember our first 'date' still" he says avoiding eye contact. "The skatepark"

"You remember?" You mutter.

He looks at you wide eyed. "Of course I remembered. It was during my 'I am you' era" he laughs.

"Or your blonde hair era" you chuckle.

"I thought you didn't remember it. Every time the past got brought up, my first time working for Jype, and so on, you seemed to have no recollection" you acknowledge.

"I didn't mean to come out that way. I just, I thought it was best to forget, I didn't think you wanted to remember me" he mumbles.

"Chan..." you sigh walking towards him, "of course I want to remember you guys." "I thought you didn't like me" you chuckle.

"Why would you think that?" He asks taken a bit aback, concern filling his eyes.

"Well, you disappeared during the date. I was left alone watching the sunset" you awkwardly laugh off.

"I didn't mean to leave you, I actually" he sighs "I had a gift that I wanted to give you and I forgot it" he mumbles rubbing his neck "I wanted to go get it" he mutters.

You looked at him doe eyed, "you had a gift?" You say feeling ashamed. He didn't leave you because he was bored, he left cause he wanted to get you something, because he wanted to do something for you.

"Yeah...but, what can we do?" He Smiles "when I came back you were making conversation with the boy next to you"

"Chan, I would always choose you over the rando next to me" you smile with sympathy.

"So this? This was just a massive misunderstanding?" He smiles holding onto your hands.

"Yeah" you nod trying not to get emotional. You try not to make your voice crack as you smile slightly.

"Why'd you have to leave now?" He whinges, "this-" he breathes.

"We didn't know back then, there's no point in dwelling," you say resting your forehead against his.

He wraps his hands around your waist, "can I never let go?"

You do a small chuckle followed by a condescending smile at him. You look up at him as his lips lean in to make contact with yours. You were both hungry for a taste of the other but each kiss was soft as if you'd rather admire the moment. Why'd you have to leave now? It was impossible to cry when the guy you were longing for has his hands wrapped around you.

"Please, stay for the night" he whispers against your lips going for more and more soft kisses. He's dreamt about this and admittedly, so have you. His hands travelled through your figure. You could feel his body shakes as he tears up once more.

"Chan" you stop, looking into his teary red eyes. He avoided eye contact with you which made your heart yearn as you bring your hands up to his cheeks.

He holds you tightly "I need to-" he stops. "I need to have you with me" he says.

"I'm sorry Channie" you cry.

There was something comforting about it. The two of you holding each other, wanting to kiss the other but knowing you'd cry knowing this was the last time. You knew how badly he wanted to kiss your lips again, he wanted to savour your taste.

"I've heard all the boys confessed to me about you, I never knew how right they were" he breathes.

"All of the boys love you" he chuckles. "I heard all about you from them and all the things you did that made them love you more. But I...I never had a story like all the boys. I was too ashamed to tell them about me wanting to forget our date, forget our time together, forget...you" he says as you move a hair from his face.

"So tell me Chan, when did you fall for me?" You ask smiling as the two of you swing gracefully.

He smiles looking at you. "Too many stories to count" he grins. "I was sensitive one day. the live? It wasn't going well, and you called me out of the room and hugged me" he smirks to himself reminiscing. "I think that's when I fell"

You remember that day clearly. You normally watch the boys live but when noticing Chan's eyes tear up when hate comments came in, you couldn't help but disrupt him. You wanted him to feel loved, calling him out of the room mid-live to hug him.

He leans down to kiss you once more, "please, delay the flight and stay with me" he breathes against your lips.

"I wish, but I can't lose this opportunity" you sigh "Once I stay, I know I'll never get myself back out, and as much as I may not want to..." You look back at him "I know I'll be back"

#first fic!#tell me if theres any errors #three am writing Fr #skz x reader #bang chan angst #skz #stray kids fanfic #Chan + Y/N #Friends to lovers #childhood romance #skz fluff #fluff #stray kids #Bang Chan fluff #Skz imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader

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i-like-anything-water · 10 months

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chlonette prompt: "surprise me".

Me: Hmm, what could be a good prompt that is decided upon my indecisive ass. *looks at the prompt again* Ah yes, let's take this literally lol.

This is the chlonette request by @goldenfoxtrotx ! Sorry this took a while. I was planning to just make it short and fluffy but my mind had other plans xD. Anyways, I hope y'all enjoy!

Surprise Me

"Surprise me."

Chloe must have misheard her, except Ladybug wasn't the type to kid around (well, usually). The heroine looked like she'd rather be anywhere but here in this conversation which made the blonde slightly sober up. She cleared her throat, and smiled "O-of course! I'm Chloe Bourgeois after all! I'd prepare us the fanciest date Paris' superhero will ever be on."

Date.

Marinette groaned as she face-planted on her bed, Tikki hovering over her sympathetically. The recent akuma definitely did not come close to the ones that almost had them but this, this was testing both her patience and sanity.

"It'll be alright, Marinette," Tikki said, hoping to soothe her distraught bearer, "Maybe Chloe on a date isn't so bad."

"I don't know, Tiki," Marinette rolled on her back, staring at the ceiling contemplating leaving Paris for the next few weeks, "I only agreed because she saved me from that akuma's hit. It's...only right. As payback."

"You could have said no," Tikki said, "I'm sure she wouldn't have pushed you to say yes."

Marinette frowned. The blonde's attitude was spoiled and rotten she doubts she would have taken it gracefully. She glanced at the clock; 9:45 pm. An early bed time it is. Perhaps this was all just a big nightmare she hasn't woken up to. Yeah.

"As for the next pair, Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Chloe Bourgeois."

Scratch it. This was fucking doomsday. The class went silent as they nervously look between the two students. Clearly, the substitute teacher was not aware of the unspoken rule: do not put Marinette and Chloe in one place within ten meters.

Marinette gritted her teeth as she waited for the blonde to tell the teacher that this was ridiculous and demanded to switch partners.

Except it didn't come.

Chloe merely looked up from her tablet with a bored look, took a quick glance at Marinette and scoffed but otherwise didn't object, "Fine. Just make sure you won't drag me with your clumsiness, Dupain-Cheng."

What the fuck?

And that's how they found themselves seated next to each other to work on the class assignment. Marinette was too stunned to reply and so were the other students. The class moved in a sort of daze before forgetting about the ordeal and focusing on their own task.

Surprisingly - Marinette is starting to think this was a shape shifting akuma that took Chloe's place - the two managed to finish the project with minimal insults (well, as minimal as it can be with Chloe) and was now left in a slightly awkward silence. Close was busy tapping on her table while Marinette fidgeted in her seat. After a few moments passed, Chloe let out a sigh and turned her attention to the fidgeting girl, "What is it, Dupain-Cheng? We've already finished the stupid project."

Marinette looked at the blonde in slight disbelief, "Uhm, n-nothing."

"Clearly." Sarcasm.

"It's just," Marinette hesitated, suddenly enjoying the awkward silence just seconds ago, "You're usually pretty vocal on how you'd rather stain your favorite shirt than work with me." Chloe smirked, "And I still do, however, I'm quite preoccupied so I have no time for that. I got a date."

Marinette paled. Shit. Right, the date. She almost forgot.

Chloe didn't seem to notice her change of expression (or she intentionally ignored it) and continued, "I've got a date with Ladybug and I want everything to be perfect!"

"I see," Marinette replied, "And how do you plan on impressing Ladybug with a date?" Okay, maybe it was a bit rude to ask the person who had ask her alter ego on a date but who could blame her? Given their history, she's a bit wary of what 'perfect' means to the blonde.

"Well, since you're dying to know," Chloe smirked as she flicked her hair, "I've already reserved the whole floor of daddy's hotel just for us for one night. I've had the chef make us the most delicious meals and I picked out the cutest outfit money could buy."

It took everything in Marinette's will to not groan and sigh right there on the spot. Of course, Chloe would choose the fancy route. She was bloody rich and spoiled.

"Uhuh," Marinette replied unimpressed, "I'm sure Ladybug would be so impressed with that, Chloe."

Instead of her usual snide remark, Chloe's smirk wavered, "Of course she'll be impressed. W-why wouldn't she be?"

Marinette's eyed widened as the atmosphere changed. Shit, she probably struck a nerve there. She opened her mouth to apologize but Chloe already beat her to it, "Besides, if Ladybug doesn't end up liking it, then who cares. She just agreed after I pushed her out of the akuma's beam."

Okay, she's definitely struck a nerve.

"Chloe - "

"Save it, Dupain-Cheng."

The cold night breeze tickled her skin. Ladybug spotted the grand hotel just a few buildings away and sighed. She still felt a bit guilty after what happened with Chloe in class and made a mental note to try to apologize tomorrow. Squaring her shoulders, she jumped as she held out her yoyo, swinging under the Parisian night.

She landed on the blonde's balcony and just a few seconds after, the blonde got out to greet her. She was...

Marinette's eyebrows rose in surprise.

...dress in a cute floral sundress and flat shoes. Her usual ponytail was replaced with her hair cascading down her back. Chloe had curls? And wow, she was this pretty?

She must've been staring for a minute because the blonde was blushing and looking down at her feet and Marinette mentally slapped herself.

"Ladybug!" Chloe said, horrified, "why did you slap yourself?!" So much for slapping mentally.

Ladybug just smiled, hoping the blush of embarrassment on her cheek was not evident, "The cold was getting to me. Had to warm up my face somehow." Liar.

Chloe didn't seem to buy it but didn't pry, "O-okay. Uhm, this is for you by the way." The blonde held out a box that she had apparently hid behind her. Marinette was surprised (again, seriously what is it with today and surprises) as she took the box carefully. Curiosity got the best of her as she unwrapped the perfectly wrapped packaged and pulled out an - oh.

It was a red scarf with polka dots. Just like a ladybug.

"I know you and Chat Noir patrol the city at night. The temperature is cold when it's nearing midnight so I thought..." Chloe was different. Really. Was this the real Chloe or Chloe 2.0?

She was still processing everything that the blonde seemed to take her silence as rejection. "But if you don't want it, it's fine with me. I could just- "

"I like it," her voice sounded a bit breathless. Maybe it was the chilly air, or the fact she jumped through buildings to get here or maybe, it was because Chloe was looking at her as she hung on to every word Marinette said. It was slightly...nice. "Thank you, Chloe."

That seemed to snap the blonde from the trance as she blushed again. Gosh, the Chloe Bourgeois was actually shy? Who would have thought.

"Ah, y-yes. It's no problem. Small thing." She looked behind her then back to Ladybug, "Shall we go inside now?"

Wow.

Yeah. Wow. When Chloe had told her she made sure the whole floor was reserved just of the two of them, she thought it meant the blonde threw a ridiculous party that only they could enjoy. But it wasn't. She didn't expect this. She didn't expect the small table at the center of Chloe's hotel room. Or the flowers. Or the fact she made sure the Paparazzi couldn't see Ladybug land and come inside ("I value your privacy," she said when she ushered her inside). This was....not what she had expected.

She felt even more guilty now.

She was also not expecting to... slightly enjoy the date. Okay, maybe she did enjoy the date more than she liked to admit. But who could blame her? She wasn't expecting to be served hot and comforting meals instead of the usual meals served with these fancy dates.

"I didn't know what you liked and I didn't want you to feel as if this was just some cheap date you could have at any restaurant," Chloe said as she took a sip of her soup, "I wanted it to be different."

Good Lord, this night turned a fucking 180. Marinette could only stare and stutter out a 'thank you' before they finished their meals.

After the meal, they decided to go back to the balcony where they did (tried) to stargaze.

"That one looks like a butterfly," Marinette pointed out. She was slightly alarmed at how comfortable she is with Chloe tonight. Chloe looked at where she was pointing and grinned, "Reminds me of Dupain-Cheng's pigtails."

Marinette's looked at her quizzically, making Chloe blush, "It's not like that! I mean, I don't even like her," huh, "I mean..."

Oh. "Yes?" She hoped her voice didn't sound too eager.

"She's fine, I guess," Chloe grumbled but there was a thoughtful expression on her face, "She's still the goody two shoes I met when I was still young but... she's grown a spine lately which I'm...glad for her. That girls needs to learn how to say no."

Oh.

"Oh." Was all she could say. This day really is full of surprises.

The two of them stay silent for a bit before hesitantly getting back to their previous conversation. The two fell into easy talking after, as the quiet night bled on.

Finally, it was time for Ladybug to leave. She lingered by the railings as she contemplated what to say.

"I had a wonderful- "

"I'm so sorry it wasn't the best - "

The two of them looked at each and blushed, looking away. "You go first," Marinette said. Chloe shook her head, "No. You go first."

Sighing but smiling a small smile, Ladybug turned to her companion, "I had a wonderful night. Thank you for inviting me."

Chloe smiled.

Holy shit. I think I'm gay.

This wasn't her usual snarky smirk or grin she threw at anyone who crossed her paths or who was named Marinette Dupain-Cheng. It was a real, swear to God, genuine smile.

It almost made Marinette slip off the railing.

"Thank you...," she replied, "I thought you'd hate it."

"Why would I?"

"Just...a remark from a classmate of mine. I mean, I deserve to be treated that way because I bullied her for years but..."

"But?"

Chloe sighed as she looked away, "But I think I should apologize. Time to be less of a bitch. For me and Papa."

They say third time's the charm but what the actual fuck? Damn. This must be an akuma's work or she'd definitely hit her head way too much she started hallucinating.

"I know she won't forgive me," Chloe's voice brought her back from her musings, "But I'd like to try, at least. "

Marinette couldn't help herself, "What makes you think she won't? This Marinette person seems nice. As you said, she's a 'goody two shoes.'"

Chloe smiled a small smile, "It's fine. I'm a brat either way, I almost lost Adrien and Sabrina and I- " Clothed hands grabbed her face as she met fierce, blue eyes staring at her.

"You will be forgiven. Maybe not by everyone but I'm sure some people would give you a second chance. It's up to you how you're gonna use that second chance."

"Ladybug..." It's only after Chloe said her name breathlessly did she realize how close their faces actually are. She did something she was sure was not awkward.

She let out a squeak and almost fell to her death if if wasn't for her yoyo.

"OkayIseehaveagoodnight! I'msureMarinette would be willing to give you asecondchance."

Then she literally ran form the conversation. Great. Reali slick, Ladybug.

Marinette looked like she was being personally targeted by Hawk Moth (which, technically, isn't far from the truth) as she tried to act as normal as possible in school. Hopefully, Chloe was too sleepy to be here. Hopefully, Chloe was too shocked to be here. Hopefully, Chloe was too busy to be here after last night - oh shit, last night! She left without saying goodbye. Fuck fuck fuck.

"Marinette."

"I'm sorry. Goodnight!"

Chloe looked just as surprised as she was. Marinette groaned. Well, another reason for Chloe to tease her.

"Right..... anyways," the blonde said, her foot tapping nervously, "I was wondering..."

Marinette raised a brow.

"If you wanted to get coffee with me and...chat."

Oh.

"Oh." Damn.

Chloe snorted, her usual snarkiness back but Marinette could have sworn she saw a small smile flash just for a second, "Don't get too excited. I just wanted to...talk about a few things." Few things, sure.

Marinette cracked a smile of her own. Maybe...Chloe would keep to her promise. "Sure, tell me the details later."

The blonde's brows furrowed, "What? Just pick where you want to go, Dupain-Cheng."

Marinette smirked, "You're the one who invited me, Bourgeois."

"Ugh," Chloe rolled her eyes, "You're a pain in the ass. I can't believe I'm doing this. Fine. What do you want?"

Maybe it was the multiple surprises being dropped on her like a bomb, maybe it was the absurdity of the whole situation overall, or maybe she still feels a tiny bit... something, about the almost kiss last night.

"Surprise me."

AN: I didn't proofread any of my fics so far so apologies if there are any mistakes.

#chloenette #chloe bourgeois #marinette dupain cheng #this is the longest so far #fic #fic requests

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We'll Always Have Paris: Arrow 1x21 Review (The Undertaking)

Oliver and Felicity hit the casino to save Walter (remember Walter?), which provides the best Freudian slip in the history of Arrow.

We finally get some much-needed flashbacks on Robert Queen & Lauriver to fill in the holes of history and it’s a horror show. I can’t unsee what I have seen, so now we just get to rant about it.

Oh, and the writers completely telegraphed the demise of Lauriver in this episode. It just took me the better part of decade to notice it. It's all about Casablanca. Yes. Really.

Let’s dig in…

Olicity

Finally! Some decent Olicity content. Season 1 is rough y'all.

Source: Paige

Oliver is still Oliver which means he hasn’t apologized yet to Diggle for abandoning him. Felicity is trying her best to get the bromance back on track.

Source: Paige

Unfortunately, this is an immovable object meeting an unstoppable force kind of situation, so until Oliver pulls the stick out of his butt and admits he was wrong – Diggle is sitting this episode out.

Felicity: I know Oliver is religiously against admitting when he’s wrong, but the truth is he needs you.

Diggle: Yeah, and when Oliver is ready to say that he knows where I live.

John is not some disciple who will blindly follow Oliver wherever he goes. Diggle has self-respect and will not accept anything but an equal partnership from Oliver. Fighting for a man’s soul is going to cause some fights. Diggle needs to win more than his fair share if we are going to see any growth in Oliver Queen.

So, it’s left to our Girl Wednesday to hit the streets with The Hood when they get a lead on Walter. I honestly forgot he was kidnapped it’s been so long since they’ve mentioned him.

A dirty accountant on The List paid two million dollars to Dominic Alonzo on the same day Walter was kidnapped. Alonzo runs the biggest underground casino in Starling City, when he’s not busy with his day job of kidnapping and murder. Oliver needs to access Alonzo’s computer to find a location on Walter.

Source: @olicitygifs

And guess who is really great at counting cards? Oliver immediately refuses Felicity’s help. His deep aversion to putting her in any kind of danger will never stop being hot. This is the big break on Walter that Felicity has been waiting for, so she insists, and Oliver relents. I love that she never lets Oliver tell her what she can and can’t do.

The goal is for Felicity to be caught counting cards, so she can get a friendly warning from Alonzo and bug his computer. She is more than a little concerned that the friendly warning will be a bullet. Felicity is not a trained soldier like Diggle and she’s not a ninja/archer like Oliver. She’s signed up to fight crime, but she never shies away from expressing her fear. It’s what makes her so relatable because any person in these circumstances would be afraid.

Oliver immediately downshifts into his soft, gentle and reassuring tone that’s becoming more and more for Felicity Smoak only. The man is a growling serial killer who turns into Fluffy McSoftie Bear around her.

What makes Felicity a hero is she faces her fears head on. She doesn’t let anything stop her and Felicity Smoak is determined to find her boss. Walter gave her a job, health insurance and dental. Never underestimate a loyal employee.

Source: olicitygifs

Annnnnd we've arrived! The Freudian of all Freudian slips. This is a little risqué for the CW back in the day. Felicity’s inadvertent sexual innuendo is hilarious every time, but this one takes the cake. I believe it’s Emily Bett Rickard’s favorite as well.

If you were a Olicity shipper in Season 1 the Laurel fans would use scenes like this to prove Felicity just has a crush, Oliver will never return her feelings, and she’s just comic relief.

But who is introducing the sexual element between Oliver and Felicity? The writers. If this is supposed to remain a platonic friendship - why even go, there? These were the thoughts I would think watching live, wondering if I was crazy for seeing so much more than comedy between these two characters.

Felicity does get caught and initially it’s a friendly warning, until they find an earpiece the size of Saturn and demand to know who her partner is.

Someone put their hands on Felicity, so say goodbye to Fluffy McSoftie Bear and unleash the Kraken!

Source: @andjustforthismoment

Unfortunately, Alonzo doesn’t have good news and tells The Hood, after a good thumping, that Walter is dead. Oliver tells Moira and Thea that one of Diggle’s army buddies works for the FBI and he confirmed Walter is dead. Instead of grief, Moira is enraged and firmly believes Oliver is wrong. Almost like she knows something Oliver doesn’t.

Thankfully, Oliver has grown a brain when it comes to his mother and rather take her word for it or delude himself into thinking she’s just in shock, he follows her Merlyn Global as The Hood. He records her conversation with Merlyn.

Moira: You promised if I cooperated with The Undertaking that Walter wouldn’t be harmed.

Merlyn: He hasn’t been. I’m a man of my word Moira.

Moira: We both know better than that. I know you’ve had him killed.

Of course, Walter is alive and still in the cell Merlyn has kept him in for the last six months. So, Oliver discovers the following:

Malcolm Merlyn, his best friend’s father, kidnapped Walter.

2. Moira knew all along who had Walter and why.

3. Moira is working with Merlyn on something called “The Undertaking.”

It’s a rough day when you learn your mother is colluding with a super villain and is an accessory to kidnapping. Oliver retreats to the darkness to wallow and mourn how completely messed up his family is. Then Felicity steps into the bunker and the room is flooded with light. It’s always the light.

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And with the light comes the truth. Oliver tells Felicity to track Malcolm Merlyn’s last phone call, which leads to Walter’s location. Oliver, in full superhero mode, attacks from the sky and lands on the roof with a parachute no less. Walter’s cell conditions are not great. Let’s not talk about the bucket of poo next to his bed. Immediately, we, and Oliver, know the man has been through it.

Oliver meets Walter, Moira and Thea at the hospital post Hood rescue.

Walter: Thank you, son.

It’s just a second, but we can see Oliver is really touched by Walter’s affection. We’ve gone from Oliver accusing Walter of sleeping with Moira at the dinner table his first night home to accepting Walter calling him son. That’s called growth my friends.

Yet, there was sadness in Oliver’s smile too. He was able to bring Walter home, something he couldn’t do for Robert Queen, and it was clear how much Oliver was missing his dad in that moment.

Felicity pops up in the doorway, carrying a bouquet of brightly colored flowers, wearing a deep fuchsia jacket and her sunshine hair pulled back into its signature ponytail. She physically is such a stark contrast to Oliver’s melancholy, and it snaps him out of it for a little bit as he introduces Felicity to his family.

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Felicity has become so fully entrenched in Oliver’s life that it actually took me a minute to remember Moira, Thea and Laurel have no idea who she is. She was introduced in Episode 3 and we’re on Episode 21! It’s almost like the writers forgot and realized they had to introduce Felicity to the rest of the cast. It’s wild y’all.

First up is Laurel earlier in the episode at the bar. She’s informing Oliver of her breakup with Tommy when Felicity pops in to advise him of another break – Walter’s kidnappers. It’s been a long-held belief in the Olicity fandom that Laurel’s reception was cool. One could even say snotty. I tried to go into this with an open mind, but yeah, I have to say that impression still holds for me. It’s like Felicity is a bug to be crushed.

Meanwhile, Felicity is so sweet to the woman Oliver Queen is hopelessly in love with (or so she thinks). It’s the way Felicity says gorgeous, almost sadly, like she sees for herself how beautiful Laurel is and its confirmation she won’t measure up. Oliver Queen will never look at her the way he looks at Laurel. So, it has to sting a little when he introduces Felicity as the person setting up his internet. It irked me. It felt dismissive.

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It’s very easy to dismiss Felicity as comic relief, and her Freudian slips are funny, but there are real and true feelings underneath. Felicity is in love with Oliver. It does cause her pain to see him with other women.

Felicity’s insecurity is easy to understand. Oliver is not the only person who has growing to do. Felicity needs to realize she is just as beautiful, smart and lovable as Laurel Lance. What’s more, she has to realize Oliver does look at her in a way that’s different than Laurel, but it’s not less. It’s infinitely more. But we’re nowhere near ready for either character to acknowledge that yet.

When Oliver introduces Felicity to Moira and Thea, he calls her a friend, which is quite the glow up in twenty-five minutes. It’s warm and it’s true. More importantly, it carries much more significance than “Internet Girl.”

The deal was Felicity would join the team to find Walter. Well, they found him. That should conclude Felicity’s involvement in Oliver’s life. But he isn’t dismissing her as a “nobody” like Felicity did with Laurel. He is stating the opposite. Deal or no deal, Felicity is remaining in Oliver’s life.

Maybe that’s why he was more dismissive of Felicity with Laurel. Maybe he didn’t want Laurel to know there is another woman in his life. One he may be having more than friendly feelings towards. Oliver, Laurel and Tommy aren’t the only love triangle on this show.

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Lauriver

Holy hell.

We have all patiently waited for the holes to be filled in on Laurel and Oliver’s past. We’ve waited for some kind of reference to happier times – any kind of evidence these two, at one point, were madly in love and destined to be together until fate (and Oliver’s stupidity) stepped in and ripped them apart. We’re supposed to want Oliver and Laurel to get back together. They are the Plan A couple. This is the Green Arrow and Black Canary. DC Comic’s third tier golden couple. They belong together, right?

Someone may want to inform the Arrow writers of that because what we see in these flashbacks is absolute hot garbage. Of course, the immediate response is, “Of course Jen. You’re an Olicity shipper. You hate everything about Laurel and Oliver.”

Yeah, but how did I get there? EPISODES. LIKE. THIS. I did my absolute very best to ship Oliver and Laurel all through Season One because they are comic book canon. It was a foregone conclusion they would end up together and shipping Oliver with Felicity was setting myself up for five years of disappointment. I know how television writing works, friends. They very seldom deviate from the couple set up as endgame in the pilot. Oliver and Laurel are Plan A. It’s just math.

Well, the math ain’t mathing y’all. Blessedly, we get a break from the Island flashbacks and Arrow is spending some time in Starling City five years ago. Oliver and Laurel are ordering pizza as she’s studying for the bar exam. It’s cute. It’s sweet even. They’re in their little love bubble and we’re seeing them happy and together – the place we’re supposed to be rooting for them to return to in present day.

Laurel mentions their friends are moving in together and Oliver is happy for them because they've been together forever. Laurel immediately informs Oliver they’ve been together longer. Cue Oliver internally screaming. Deer in headlights. The building is on fire. WHERE IS THE EXIT? ABORT! ABORT!

Laurel, ever the lawyer, comes prepared with an argument. Moira busted Laurel in a morning-after-sex-romp and Lance threatened to tase Oliver the last time he stayed at Laurel’s, so she’s just being practical. Economical even. Why don’t they get a place of their own? (If the parents aren’t cool with you sleeping together while living separately what makes you think they’ll be ok with you MOVING IN TOGETHER, Laurel? Whatever. You do you babe.)

Oliver offers up a feeble maybe and then tells her IT’S A LITTLE FAST. Dude, for real? What Laurel is asking for isn’t unreasonable. She’s ready to take the next step and for Oliver to call that fast after probably several years together (college, maybe even high school) doesn’t make any sense if he’s in love with Laurel.

I’m a big believer in He's Just Not That Into You. Men are not overly complicated creatures. If they like a woman, they go after her. If they love a woman, they don’t need to be convinced to move in together or get married. They want to do those things.

They sure as hell don’t run screaming all the way to their father’s yacht for a three-week trip in the NORTH CHINA SEA with their girlfriend’s SISTER. This is exactly what Oliver does after he lukewarmly tells Laurel he’ll move in with her.

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Laurel meets Oliver on the docks to say goodbye. In an extra classy move, he phones Sara on the walk down to Laurel and tells her to circle around the parking lot until her sister leaves. This guy is such a prize. Fall to your feet, women of the world, and swoon. We have found THE ONE.

Laurel is not stupid. Well, she’s not always stupid. She knows something is up and asks her boyfriend if he was running away to the North China Seas to avoid moving in with her. Oliver scoffs. What’s this you say? Pure poppycock, milady. For when I return from my sea voyage we shall be betrothed henceforth!

She gives him the picture. The sodding picture. Honestly, it reeks of desperation. Oliver kisses it and it’s just awkward and gross. Please break up immediately. I can’t watch this anymore.

Oliver races back to the boat, to Sara, and Laurel is left alone on the docks. She gives a helpless little shrug. Deep down, Laurel knows Oliver is running away from her.

In present day, Laurel is at Oliver’s club drinking coffee and informs him of the big break up.

Oliver: It’s probably just cold feet.

Laure: Like it was with you? Oliver, you don’t sleep with your girlfriend’s sister unless you’re looking to blow the relationship up.

That’s the smartest thing she’s said all season.

Oliver: If you still want to be with Tommy, do what we should have done. Talk to each other and be honest.

You mean what YOU should have done Oliver? Laurel was honest. You were the liar and YOU’RE STILL LYING. Oliver is pretending he has no idea why Tommy broke up with her. He knows exactly why.

BECAUSE OF HIM.

Oliver tells Laurel to have honest conversation with Tommy, when he knows Tommy can’t do that BECAUSE HE’S KEEPING OLIVER’S SECRET and that’s one of the primary reasons he broke up with Laurel. It’s all so friggin manipulative. Where is something to throw at him??!!!!

Also, Oliver is acting all smarmy and flirty with his Humphrey Bogart reference. Wait a minute…

It’s interesting that the writers chose Casablanca. I know it’s kind of a cliché line when talking to a girl in a bar, but if we look at the plot Casablanca there are similarities between Oliver and Laurel.

Rick (Humphrey Bogart) and Ilsa (Ingrid Bergman) meet in Paris during WWII and fall in love. They aren't big on sharing too many details about themselves however. The rule is no questions. We do find out Ilsa's husband died. However, when she discovers he's alive, Ilsa leaves Rick with no explanation.

When they meet again years later in Casablanca, Ilsa explains why she left Rick standing at the train station. Ilsa husband's, Victor Laszlo, is a true hero. He is noble, idealistic and a leader of the Resistance. He was a prisoner in a Nazi concentration camp, but instead of dying like Ilsa thought - he escaped. He was very ill after being in the camp and needed her care. She was afraid if she told Rick, he wouldn't leave Paris and it was too dangerous for him to stay.

Ilsa's abandonment left Rick bitter and disillusioned. He opens a bar in Casablanca and while he allows people to arrange safe passage out of Nazis occupied Europe, he remains staunchly uninvolved (never a great look when it comes to the Nazis). But deep down Rick has a heart of gold. He ultimately saves Victor from the Nazis and ensures his safe flight to the United States. Isla still loves Rick and plans to stay with him in Casablanca, but in the end, Rick puts her on a plane with her husband.

Rick: I'm saying it because it's true. Inside of us, we both know you belong with Victor. You’re part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. If that plane leaves the ground and you're not with him, you'll regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.

Ilsa: But what about us?

Rick: We'll always have Paris. We didn't have, we, we lost it until you came to Casablanca. We got it back last night.

Ilsa: When I said I would never leave you.

Rick: And you never will. But I've got a job to do, too. Where I'm going, you can't follow. What I've got to do, you can't be any part of. Ilsa, I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you'll understand that.

Rick: Now, now...Here's looking at you kid.

They just don’t write them like that anymore. It’s a classic for a reason. There was real love between Rick and Ilsa and their love didn’t disappear because of circumstance. In the end, Rick gives Ilsa up for the greater good. His patriotism is reawakened and plans to continue the dangerous fight against the Nazis on his own. He wants Ilsa safe in the United States.

More importantly, he recognizes Victor is a good man truly deserving of her and needs Ilsa to continue his fight against the Nazis. Rick knows, deep down, she loves Victor and will regret staying with him. Their lives have taken them down two different roads and she was needed elsewhere, just like he was.

Their time was in the past. They are holding on to a memory. Rick can look back on that time fondly now, but it’s a time they can never recapture. Even though they love each other very much, ultimately, they couldn’t bridge the time that separated them.

He sends Ilsa off with the better man who can keep her safe and happy, even though it breaks his heart to do so. This selfless act of love proves Rick is a hero just like Victor and equally as deserving of Ilsa.

Laurel is Ilsa. Oliver is Rick. Tommy is Victor (the husband). I’m not arguing we have a Casablanca level love triangle here. Hardly, but Casablanca is the blueprint for how the Oliver, Laurel and Tommy love triangle should be resolved. Key word is SHOULD.

What about how Ilsa feels? Is she just a pawn in a chessboard between Rick, Victor and the Nazis? No. People have been arguing for years whether Ilsa loved Rick or Lazlo. My perspective is she loved them both. Rick is her passion, but Victor is her life. Ultimately, she knows Rick is right and chooses devotion over passion.

At this point we are uncertain where Laurel stands with Oliver and Tommy. The truth is, like Ilsa, Laurel loves them both. However, in the immortal words of Queen Catherine on Reign, “I know you think you love them both. And while that may be true, I argue that you love one more.”

Who does Laurel love more? We’re not going to get the answer until the season finale. That’s how love triangles work, but Casablanca maps out the choice Oliver should make. He needs to take a step back and recognize what he is chasing is a memory. Laurel and Oliver’s love is in the past.

What Laurel has with Tommy, a good man, is real. Maybe it doesn’t have all the heat and drama she has with Oliver, but ultimately that’s not what lasts. Passion fades and you need to the bedrock of devotion to sustain a relationship.

Oliver has shown Laurel anything but devotion. He went running to that boat because he didn’t want to move in with her. It was more than cold feet. You don’t cheat on a woman you are in love with. These are not circumstances Oliver has found himself in by accident or fate. Oliver made choices and those choices have consequences.

I truly don’t believe Oliver knows what love is yet. He thinks Laurel is what he’s supposed to want. Returning home to Laurel and fixing what went wrong was all he thought about on the Lian Yu. That’s a long time to convince himself she’s his true love. She’s the key to fixing everything. If Oliver chose Laurel, Sara would not be dead. Robert would not be dead. He would have NEVER spent five years away from home. There’s no mission. There’s no hood.

I’m not denying they love each other, but they lack trust. They lack devotion. It’s not the kind of love you build a life on. If it was then Oliver would have built a life with Laurel rather than getting on that boat and blowing up their relationship instead.

There are moments in life when it’s clear which path you take. There is a right path and a wrong one, but you don’t choose the right path because it’s too hard. Laurel approaching Oliver in that hallway is one of those moments. Tommy told Laurel she should be with Oliver. She comes to the hospital to ask Oliver to speak with Tommy.

This is the moment. This is the moment Oliver needs to let her go. PUT HER ON THE PLANE , OLIVER!!!!

But he doesn't.

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Laurel’s intentions are pretty clear. She wants Tommy. Then Oliver drops this bomb and simply walks away. He has absolutely no intention of being with Laurel, of telling her the real truth, but refuses to let either of them move on. This will absolutely mess with her head and obliterate the path back to Tommy.

Admitting that his time with Laurel has past, that he can never go back and undo what happened between them and erase those five years, is too hard for Oliver. He can’t let go, so he clings to Paris. He clings to a romanticized memory of what he had with Laurel.

But make no mistake, if Laurel chooses Oliver, she will regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But someday.

Robert Queen and Malcolm Merlyn

Speaking of plot holes, we also had to wait a long time to get clarity on why Robert Queen was in cahoots with Malcolm Merlyn and the answers are bonkers.

Robert, Malcolm and Frank have joined forces to convince the city’s worst to do what’s best with some not so friendly blackmail. They all have their reasons for cleaning up Starling City – Malcolm’s wife was murdered in The Glades and Frank’s daughter was raped. Everyone in the room lost something to The Glades.

Merlyn feels their efforts are futile and to save Starling City they have to do something big – level The Glades. Malcolm promises it can look like a natural disaster. Unidac Industries has a prototype, five years away from completion, that can make it look like a natural disaster.

It’s around this time Robert realizes Malcolm Merlyn is batshit crazy. He attempts to talk him out of mass murder, but Malcolm is too far gone. The pain of losing his wife, of listening to her die over and over, has created a madness in him reason cannot penetrate.

So, what did Robert lose to The Glades? His soul according to Malcolm. It’s not until Robert confesses to Moira that we learn what that means.

Robert: I’m not the man you think I am.

Robert was approached by a local councilman before the steel factory opened in The Glades (Oliver’s bunker). He wanted money because bribes are the way things work in The Glades, but Robert refused. They got into an argument and he fell. Robert accidentally killed a man. The List, cleaning up Starling City, and working with Malcolm Merlyn was Robert’s way of atoning for his sins.

It should not be lost on us that the steel factory (now Oliver's bunker) is where Robert Queen lost his soul, but it’s where his son is finding his.

Moira immediately points out Robert is atoning for one murder by committing hundreds or thousands. She tells Robert the real path to atonement is to stop Malcolm Merlyn from committing this atrocity. At least one of Oliver’s parents has not gone completely nuts.

Moira makes Robert promise he will stop Merlyn, so he comes up with a plan. Robert is convinced Malcolm won’t level The Glades unless he can rebuild it. Malcolm has been buying up properties in The Glades for years and Robert’s proposal to Frank is to buy up the rest of the city. He’ll lose the control he requires to rebuild it. This is also about good old-fashioned greed. Merlyn will make millions rebuilding The Glades.

Unfortunately, Frank serves Robert up on a plate and tells Merlyn exactly what he’s planning. They plant a bomb on the Queen’s Gambit, but since there’s typhoon warning it will look like it went down in a storm. What is this guy’s deal with murder masquerading as natural disaster? Now that I know Frank betrayed Robert, I don’t mind as much that Moira betrayed Frank.

Malcolm: One man alone can’t save this city, Robert. We both know that.

This is an ominous warning for the present day as well. Robert couldn’t save the city alone and neither can Oliver. After learning of The Undertaking and facing off with Merlyn in a tense exchange at the hospital, Oliver realizes he needs help and apologizes Diggle for letting him down. He realizes now Diggle was right about Moira all along and it will take all three of them to put a stop to Malcolm Merlyn.

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Stray Thoughts

I’m being philosophical when I talk about heat and passion with Laurel and Oliver. They are supposed to be all the passion, while Tommy is the steadiness. It requires chemistry to see this concept physically manifested and Stephen & Katie simply do not have it. It’s a huge problem and makes their romance that much tougher to believe.

Moira doesn’t want to know who Robert’s mistress is. Guess this explains why Oliver believes you can love someone and cheat on them at the same time.

Not to be completely superficial, but Felicity’s hair and dress are WOW! You all know how I feel about red. On that same superficial note, Felicity's daytime Season 1 wardrobe is rough though. YIKES. We need a budget increase ASAP.

Diggle paints or takes photographs. Also I saw a saxophone in his apartment too. Why didn’t we revisit this at some point?

“Tommy, I love you and I think you still love me.” So, she DOES love Tommy. First time we heard her say that. About damn time.

“Honestly, you belong with Oliver. He’s still in love with you.” Shut up Tommy. You’re your own worst enemy.

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