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Dark Paradise

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Pairing: dark!WandaNat x fem!reader

Summary: You meet the infamous Avengers on spring break with your best friend Peter, and two of them seem to adore you more than expected. Requested here by my lovely 🐞anon.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!!! dark themes, manipulation, mind control, blackmailing, age gap (reader is 21), dubcon (saying this just to be safe because Wanda uses her powers for evil a lot here), smut: oral, fingering, penetration/sex toy use, voyeurism (kinda), edging, overstimulation (if I forgot something please let me know!)

A/N: hi this is 6k words, which is the longest single fic I’ve ever written/posted here haha. also the end is not technically the end, if you know what I mean. anyway this took forever to write so enjoy this super far from canon fic and please tell me what you thought!! (also if you’re on my taglist and you weren’t tagged it’s because your age wasn’t in your bio)

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“Here, let me take that for you,” Peter offers when he notices you headed toward the car, and you hand your suitcase to him with a smile.

“Thanks, P.”

You close the car door behind you after getting in on the passenger side, instantly reaching for his phone resting on the dashboard once you were buckled in. The two of you had an unspoken rule that you controlled the music whenever you traveled together, so his library was filled with various playlists you’d created simply because you didn’t trust him not to listen to the same five songs for the rest of his life.

“This is different,” Peter comments as he gets in on the driver’s side and catches the opening notes to an upbeat song. “I thought you were going to go with something calmer to help you sleep, like you usually do.”

“Well, I’m not usually going to meet the Avengers, so I’m too nervous to sleep.” You turn to pout at him as he drives off. “Is it too late to cancel?”

“Don’t even think about it. If I show up without you, everyone will think you’re imaginary.”

“Do they think you can’t make any friends outside of Ned?” you question as you open a bottle of water. “Because they’re not wrong.”

“I can make friends!” Peter whines and a quiet snorting sound escapes you. 

“You can’t use me as an example.”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re not actually friends.”

He picks up on your teasing nature and rolls his eyes, causing you to laugh as you lean back and settle into your seat more. You had well over three hours to stress about spending a week with the world’s most popular superheroes, and you’d rather be comfortable while you do so.

-

“Wake up, we’re here!”

Your eyes fly open at the sound of Peter’s voice, and any of the nerves that left long enough to let you sleep made a U-turn and hit you again, full force. Sitting up straight in the seat, you practice breathing properly while stretching and taking a look around as he pulls into the garage.

“Are you okay?” Peter asks once he parks, placing a hand over yours as he meets your gaze and you smile.

“I’ll be fine, P. I’m not gonna miss out on hanging out with you just because your super family is super intimidating.”

“Good. Besides, it won’t even be that bad! I’m willing to bet $1 million that they’ll love you.”

“I appreciate your optimism,” you tell him as the two of you get out of the car. “But you’re going to regret that bet when I use your money to retire early in some faraway rural town.”

Peter carried both suitcases as you made your way to an elevator, and you jumped when you suddenly heard a male voice.

“Welcome, Mr. Parker and Ms. L/N.”

“What is that?” you questioned as you faced Peter with wide eyes and he chuckled. 

“You’re hearing Jarvis, Mr. Stark’s AI. Hey Jarvis, can you take us to the common room, please?”

“Right away, Mr. Parker.”

“This is so cool,” you comment as you look around the suddenly moving elevator. “How does it know my name?”

“Knowing everything is kind of its job, I guess.”

“Underoos!” a voice calls as soon as the doors open, quickly revealing itself to belong to Tony Stark as his gaze lands on you next. “So she is real.”

“I told you!” Peter defends as you step off the elevator together. “Mr. Stark, this is Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, kid,” Tony greets you with a shake of your hand. “I’m glad he found you. I was starting to worry that he’d build a robot to spend the rest of his life with.”

“I’m just his best friend, so it’s still possible.”

“Is this your friend, Peter?” Steve cuts off Peter’s response as he enters the room, moving to shake your hand next. “I’m Steve. Nice to meet you.”

“Okay, I’m going to show her to our rooms and then we’ll be back for dinner,” Peter tells everyone once you’d been introduced to Pepper, Bruce and Clint as well, and you’re about to head for the elevator again when someone interrupts.

“How about we take her down to her room instead?”

Your eyes widen as you watch none other than Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff enter the room hand in hand. Natasha’s hair seemed much longer than the last time she’d been in the public eye, but her all-knowing smirk was just the same and her green eyes were even more piercing in person. You noticed a bit of red glowing in Wanda’s eyes, which faded as she probably realized you’d seen, and you couldn’t help but wonder if that meant she hated you already.

“I know what you’re up to, Red.” Tony seemed accusatory as he pointed a finger at the pair. “You can’t bribe her into helping you cheat tonight.”

“Maybe I planned on giving her tips for surviving this testosterone filled tower.” 

Natasha steps forward and grabs your hand with her free one, and with a flick of her wrist, Wanda has your suitcase floating in front of you as they lead you into the elevator.

“Sorry to whisk you away like that,” Wanda apologizes as the doors close with her head tilted to see you past Natasha. “We’re just excited to meet a new woman here.”

“No, it’s okay!” you insist breathlessly, your nerves slowly returning as Natasha lightly squeezes your hand. “I’m actually really excited to meet the two of you.”

“You know who we are?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that I know you personally, but I know that you’re one of the original team members.” You make eye contact briefly with Natasha before turning to Wanda. “And because the news stations somehow get ahold of everything, I know you joined after you helped everyone stop Ultron before he could create that indestructible body and destroy the world.”

“Yes, that’s true. Although I wish I could’ve saved my brother, too.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you lost him...or that you even had a brother.”

“It’s okay,” Wanda assures you with a smile as she lets go of Natasha, shifting to the other side of the elevator to grab your free hand. “I asked Fury to keep Pietro a secret because I didn’t want to see or hear any negative opinions from people that never even met him.”

“And we have plenty of time to get to know each other,” Natasha chimes in as the doors open to reveal a new setting. “This is our floor. We set up a spare bedroom here so we can spend time together away from the boys...when you’re not with Peter, of course.”

“Yeah, that’d be great!” 

They lead you past their living room and kitchen, and you shamelessly admire the simple decor with little personal touches spread about. Turning into a hallway, Natasha walks ahead of you and Wanda to open a door to a bedroom.

“What do you think?” she asks with a smile that widens upon seeing your expression. “I’m guessing it’s good, then.”

“It’s perfect!” you cry out as you walk past to enter the room, immediately noticing the eggshell colored walls trimmed with your favorite color along the borders. “Wow, this is four times the size of a normal bedroom. Wait a minute.”

“Do you like it?” Wanda asks when she sees you pick up the glass figurine on the nightstand. “Peter mentioned your love of this animal and I have a whole collection of them from different places.”

“Like it? I love it! I have the same one in my dorm room!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I can get you a different one.” She steps forward as she brings your suitcase to the floor beside the bed and you hug the small object close to your chest. 

“Like I said, it’s perfect,” you assure her with a grin, which brings one to her own face.

“Well, I’m glad you’re happy with the set up. When you’re ready to head up to dinner, we’ll be waiting by the elevator. Also, if you ever need anything, our room is right across the hall.”

Natasha points to the closed door a few feet away, and you acknowledge her statement with a nod before they leave the room, closing your door nearly all the way behind them. You flop down on the bed with a dreamy sigh as you gaze up at the ceiling with a night sky painted on it.

“I don’t think I’ll ever want to leave this place.”

-

On the elevator ride up to join everyone for dinner, Natasha and Wanda take turns asking you questions about your classes and any friends you’d made, what you liked to do when you weren’t studying. You had to admit that the level of interest they had with you was shocking but flattering, especially when they insisted you sit between them at the table to continue your conversation.

“You don’t seem to be nervous anymore,” Peter acknowledges as you sit down, and Wanda faces you immediately.

“Were you nervous about meeting us?”

“Well, yeah,” you answer timidly, avoiding catching anyone’s curious glances by directing a glare toward Peter. “You might be normal people in here, but to the rest of the world, you’re portrayed as powerful and untouchable beings.”

“Maybe when they’re not talking about how much damage we’ve caused,” Bruce mumbles under his breath as the elevator doors opened again. 

“I’m here, I’m here!” a voice calls as footsteps hurry toward the dining area, and Sam Wilson is revealed as he rounds the corner. “Sorry, I’m late. I was--”

“On a date, we know. You only told us that 500 times.”

“Don’t be jealous, old man. You’re married.” Sam grins at Clint as he sits next to him before his attention turns to you. “Do we have a newbie?”

“No, Mr. Wilson. This is my best friend, Y/N.”

“Call me Sam, kid.” He smiles at you as he goes for his silverware, and you’re just about to acknowledge him when his expression suddenly turns serious. “I’m sorry. You’re not a kid. You’re an independent and capable adult, and I should address you as such.”

“What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know.” Sam clears his throat and shakes his head as if he was clearing his mind. “I just suddenly felt the need to correct myself…You have any powers we should know about, Y/N?”

“No!” you quickly respond with widened eyes. “I wasn’t going to say anything, actually. I’m pretty used to older people calling me kid by now.”

From your left side, Natasha asks Clint to recall an embarrassing tale for you and the table livens up again, but you can’t seem to move past the unsettling way Sam shifted gears from calm and casual to uptight and disciplined. The image stayed with you through the rest of dinner even after he seemed to fully recover, until dishes were cleared away and replaced with games, and you suddenly had a lot more to focus on.

“I just don’t think it’s fair that he gets to be on your team again when I haven’t had him once.”

“Is anything fair with the guy who could use his personalized AI to cheat for him?”

“Could I do that? Yes. But have I done that? Maybe.”

“Wanna grab some fresh air with us?” Natasha suddenly asks you, causing you to frown.

“Aren’t we about to play another game?”

“It’ll take them another half hour before they finally decide something,” Wanda assures you as her fingers thread through yours gently. “We have plenty of time, and they won’t even notice we’re gone.”

They lead you by the hand to the elevator once more, going up a few floors before leading you out onto a balcony. Because you were so much higher than most of the surrounding buildings, there was an incredible view of the sun that was probably minutes away from disappearing to the other side of the world. The air is chillier than when you’d arrived, but you had to admit that standing in the cool breeze is worth a few goosebumps on your skin. Your hands are released as you reach a bench near the ledge, and you climb over it to sit as the other two women settle on either side of you.

“Why did Peter decide to share his secret with you?”

“Technically he didn’t,” you recall with a laugh. “He’d gone out to deal with something that activated his spider sense or whatever and I came to his dorm room to sleep after an exam because I was too tired to walk all the way to my place. Anyway, I walk in at the same time he’s coming back in through the window, and I swear we both sat there for a full two minutes before either of us could think of anything to say.”

“It’s still very nice of you to keep such a big secret for him,” Natasha praises, and your laughter quiets down as you take in her words.

“I guess I just know what it feels like to not want your life to change drastically because of one thing.” Your gaze shifts between the women for a moment. “That reminds me, I wanted to ask--”

“Wait, look at this!” Wanda quickly cuts you off with an enthusiastic grin. “You’re about to witness one of my favorite things about living here.”

She directs you to lean over and look at the streets as the sun finally disappears over the horizon, and you can’t help the small gasp that escapes you. Street lights begin turning on at what seems to be the center of the city and quickly spreading, increasing the radius of well-lit neighborhoods by the second. It was a mesmerizing sight that--until every lamp was on--nearly made you forget the question you were building toward.

“That was so cool!” you express honestly before clearing your throat awkwardly. “So I wanted to ask if the two of you were dating...or in a relationship or whatever. I mean, I don’t want to assume anything of course, just wondering because you share a room and floor, and you seem to be really into holding hands.”

“Well, I’d never really been into holding hands or a lot of other forms of affection before I met Wanda, but she seemed to flip some switch inside of me.” Natasha admitted with a bashful chuckle as she glanced at Wanda before turning to study you. “And your hands are so perfect to hold.”

“To answer your question, we are together.” Wanda rests a hand on your thigh and casts a sweet smile in your direction when you face her again. “Natasha was the first to give me a chance after everything with Ultron, and initially I thought I was just feeling grateful to receive some type of positive attention from someone other than Pietro. It wasn’t until Tash called me out on staring at her lips that I realized I wanted more than friendship.”

“The only reason I did was to confirm she was feeling the same things I’d finally come to terms with myself.” Natasha chuckles as Wanda sends over a bit of red mist to squeeze her own thigh. “What about you, love?”

“What about me?”

“Do you think you’re feeling more than friendship for Peter?”

“Oh no,” you quickly denied with a chuckle. “He’s the perfect example of a great boyfriend, but not my boyfriend. Plus I’d rather not have the same experience as MJ did.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, the ‘close friends to a relationship that ends with each person pretending the other doesn’t exist’ experience. I’d rather not.”

“Yeah, that does sound messy,” Natasha sighs as she subtly rests her hand on your other thigh. “So you’re not looking for a great boyfriend. What are you looking for then?”

“Nothing really, at least until I finish school, but having a girlfriend would be nice. I’d like to be with someone that respects me and can take care of themselves when I’m not around, because I tried the ‘caring for someone’ thing and it sucks when they don’t put in the same effort that you do.”

“Maybe you should try someone older, more mature,” Natasha suggests as she shifts to squeeze your knee lightly, and you start to feel a bit nervous about where she’s going with this. “Maybe two people that already have their shit together and would go to the ends of the earth to please you.”

“Okay, um…” You push both of their hands away with a bit of difficulty. “You both seem great and you’re incredibly attractive, but I’m not really interested.”

“Don’t worry about it, detka.” Natasha pushes your shoulder down as you try to get up, and Wanda cups your cheek with her hand.

“You may not be interested now…” She stands with Natasha and leans in to kiss your forehead, letting her lips linger on your skin as she continues. “But you will be.”

She pulls away and winks before lacing her fingers through Natasha’s as they leave the balcony, and you gasp in air as the tension they’d built seems to exit behind them. You finally decide to head back once you’ve taken a few minutes to catch your breath and calm your shaking limbs, but you wonder how long the calm will truly last.

-

You found yourself waking up suddenly and practically flying into a sitting position as if someone had pulled you up, but luckily the room is empty. You sit for a moment to catch your breath and survey your surroundings to assure you’re truly alone, and you notice your door is cracked right before you hear an unidentifiable sound.

“Fuck.”

Despite every fiber of your being screaming at you as one would do to a character in a horror film, you decide to climb out of bed to investigate what you were hearing, justifying your actions with the excuse of seeing if your floor-mates were in danger, as if you could save them. A few seconds after opening your door fully and peeking out made you realize that they were more than okay.

“Fuck! Right there, please don’t stop.”

“Such a dirty mouth, malyshka.”

You’re quick to return the door to its cracked position, leaning against the nearby wall with wide eyes as you attempt to process the image across the hall. The bedroom door sits wide open, giving you the chance to examine every inch of bare skin of the two women spread across the bed, Wanda resting on her arched back with her hands in Natasha’s red hair buried between her legs. Her moans seem to raise in volume, pitch and frequency as she’s brought closer and closer to the edge, and you ignore the warm feeling in your lower abdomen as you hurry back to bed and throw a pillow over your exposed ear.

-

“Good morning.”

Your free hand quickly shoots upward to catch your water glass as it slipped through your fingers in your moment of shock, and you try not to make a deal of hearing two sets of footsteps headed toward the kitchen.

“How’d you sleep last night? I know how scary it can be to rest your eyes in a new place.”

“I think I did pretty well,” you answer quietly as you step away from the fridge and lean against a section of the counter that faces out into the rest of the room. “The bed’s really nice.”

“You’re lying,” Wanda accuses as she crosses the room, eyes turning red and hands lifting toward your face.

“What are you--”

“Couldn’t sleep because of us, right?” She chuckles when you go limp under her touch, and Natasha ducks between the two of you to save your glass for the second time. “Did you enjoy hearing us that much?”

“You did sound really good,” you tell her with a drowsy smile as she pins you against the counter to keep you from falling.

“I bet you wish you were in my place, don’t you?” Her tone is light and teasing at first, becoming a bit stern as she shifts to push her thigh between your legs and you instantly roll your hips against the pressure. “Or maybe you want to taste me while Natasha fucks you?”

“No.”

“No?!” she fires back immediately, leaving a red mist around your temples as she grabs your waist with both hands to keep you grinding against her. “You mean you don’t want to cum right now?”

“Well, now that you mention it…”

A breathy moan escapes you as your eyes flutter closed, and if your head wasn’t being forcefully held in place, it would’ve tipped backward. You feel what must be Natasha’s fingertips grazing along your jaw and tracing a line down the side of your neck and toward your shoulder, repeating the gentle motion as goosebumps appeared all over the exposed skin.

“Is everyone decent?”

The fog behind your eyes seems to clear in seconds, and you blink in confusion when you open your eyes to see Natasha and Wanda making coffee nearby. You try to recall even coming into the kitchen, but everything from the moment you stepped into the bathroom to get ready is a blur, so you shake your head and reach for your glass of water on the counter as Natasha responds.

“Come in, Peter.”

“Morning, everyone,” Peter greets cheerfully as he enters the kitchen, his grin falling when his eyes land on you. “Are you okay?”

You open your mouth with the full intention of telling him that you are not okay, not when you were missing at least an hour of memory, and bits of last night were slipping away from you too. But before you could speak, a cold feeling seems to pass through the back of your skull to slip into your brain, and a switch flips.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you respond with a chuckle. “You worry too much, spiderling.”

“The world’s a stressful place,” he grumbles when you playfully ruffle his hair. “Anyway, are you ready to go soon?”

“Where are you headed?” Natasha quickly asks with a frown. “Y/N hasn’t even had breakfast yet.”

“We’re meeting Aunt May, so we’ll eat with her.”

“I just have to grab my bag,” you explain before heading down the hall to your temporary room, feeling the chilly sensation leaving you as you get further away from the kitchen, and it thankfully doesn’t return when you head back. “Ready.”

“Have fun!” Natasha calls as Peter heads for the elevator again, quickly grabbing your wrist once he’s out of sight. “See you tonight, printsessa.”

Her hand quickly shifts to grip the back of your neck as she leans in to kiss your cheek, and the two women are wearing sweet smiles as you turn away from them to catch up with Peter, attempting to shake the shell-shocked expression from your features.

“You sure you’re good?”

“I’m fine,” you insist as the doors close, in hopes that you really would be fine.

-

Meeting Peter’s aunt was much more of a pleasant experience than you expected, and it was obvious she adored you by the way she spoke to you, although part of you felt she was just happy Peter had more people around to love him. Your day was cut a bit short when MJ unexpectedly approached Peter, requesting to talk to him, and Aunt May offered to drive you back to the tower so you both could escape that awkward mess of a conversation.

“It was so great to meet you today,” you tell her with a grin as you take off your seatbelt.

“Likewise, honey. You have my number so just call me if you ever need anything, okay?”

She pulls you into a hug over the middle console and you thank her again for the ride as you get out of the car, trying not to seem too nervous when you notice Natasha and Wanda standing in the lobby. Your plan was to walk past them without speaking, but you should’ve known that wouldn’t work.

“Why was she hugging you?” Natasha asks coldly as you enter the building and you sigh.

“She was just saying goodbye--wait. Why am I explaining myself to you?”

You keep walking until they’re no longer in your peripheral, stopping abruptly as a red mist surrounds your legs, and your eye-rolling is cut short when Wanda appears in front of you and grabs your chin harshly.

“If Tash asks you a question, you answer.”

“Without attitude,” Natasha adds, which makes you want to roll your eyes again.

“Sorry, I didn’t get the rules handbook when I arrived. Can I go now?”

“You know what?” Wanda cuts off Natasha’s angry response with a smirk. “You can go.”

The red mist surrounding you disappeared, and despite the suspicious feeling that washed over you, you continued on toward the elevator with your head held high. You refused to let them get to you.

-

It was subtle at first. A slight tingling between your legs that you couldn’t seem to get rid of. In the very beginning, you were worried that something was wrong until you realized where the feeling was coming from when it turned into slow circles around your clit as you caught up with Peter in his room. By dinner, there was the added sensation of fingers curling inside you at a steady pace, and you hoped no one would notice your hips slightly bucking under the table as you attempted to repeatedly chase a release that never came.

A movie follows dinner today, and you make sure to cover yourself with a large blanket because you were still being edged and you couldn’t stop moving at this point. You even try to slide your hand into your sweatpants to finish the job yourself, and your jaw clenches in anger every time your fingers lock up because you know who’s responsible.

“Okay, you win!” you announce as you walk into the kitchen on Natasha and Wanda’s private floor, not missing the look shared between the two women. “I’m sorry I was rude earlier. Can you please just stop teasing me?”

“How about we help you finish instead?”

You should decline. You should just say ‘no’ because letting them finish you off tonight will turn into an attachment that you know you don’t want, nor are you ready for. Inviting them in will be equivalent to selling your soul, and you’re not sure you want to put a price on it. But the ache below your stomach is persistent, and if they won’t let you touch yourself, someone has to do it.

“Fine.”

“Don’t be so grumpy about it,” Wanda teases as she grabs your hand and starts leading you toward their bedroom. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

She pushes you back onto the surprisingly large bed as soon as you’re close enough, instructing you to take off your shirt and bra while she watches. Once your top half is completely exposed, she leans forward to run her hands from your shoulders down toward your nipples, circling them with her thumbs until they harden.

“I don’t like being teased.”

“Oh, you don’t?” she asks in a mocking tone as she reaches for the band of your sweatpants and pulls them down, placing her palm over the wet spot in your panties. “Then what’s this?”

“Please,” you beg through a quiet moan, bucking your hips again when she presses her thumb against your clit through the fabric. “Please just fuck me already.”

“Patience, detka.”

You watch with wide eyes as Natasha and Wanda both strip away their own sweatpants, revealing the toys tied to their legs. Natasha goes to untie hers while Wanda uses her powers to rip away your ruined panties in one fluid motion.

“There she is.”

Natasha puts her hand on Wanda’s back and forces her to bend over, and you bite your lip as her eyes flutter closed and mouth falls open while Natasha thrusts into her. You’re just about to grab Wanda’s hand to lead her where you want, when her eyes open suddenly with a glowing red surrounding her pupils, and your wrists are bound together over your head by an invisible force.

“Did you forget who’s in charge here?”

“Don’t get too cocky, malyshka,” Natasha reminds her as she grabs a fistful of her hair and slams into her, causing Wanda to moan and giggle at the same time.

“My apologies, Tash.”

You couldn’t help your sigh of relief as Wanda finally slid two fingers inside of you, her thrusts deepening each time as Natasha fucked her toward you with her hands on her hips. The sounds coming from your mouth and between your legs were embarrassingly loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as she brought you closer and closer to the edge, until a loud whine escaped you as she removed her fingers and delivered a slap to your glistening folds.

“Tell me who this belongs to,” she orders through her own moans, holding you down when you begin grinding into her hand. “I’m gonna cum regardless of what you do, so you’d better answer. Be a good girl like I know you can.”

“Yours!” you cry out finally, sighing when Natasha leans into your line of sight with a brow raised. “It’s yours and Natasha’s.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She slips back into you without warning, and your back arches off the bed as she finally brings you to orgasm. She continues to thrust into you as you whine and squirm away, luckily slowing down and finally stopping as Natasha makes her cum a minute later, leaving the strap inside of her as they both catch their breath. Wanda pulls out of you and sits up to lean against her, holding her hand up between them as they both clean your cum off her fingers with their tongues, and you sit there clenching around nothing as you watch.

“You seem tired,” Natasha comments as her eyes land on you again.

“Too bad we’re not done.”

Wanda flips you onto your stomach with a quick motion of her fingers, using her hands to pull you by the waist until you’re on your knees at the edge of the bed, and she holds one side of your waist as she delivers a slap to your ass this time. Her touch lingers as she pulls away to free her own strap, and you nearly fall over when you feel the tip of the toy rub against your clit.

“Wait, let me fuck her this time.”

You hear their soft laughter as they switch places, sharing a kiss in the process, and you gasp when a hand wraps around your neck and pulls you up against Natasha’s chest.

“I like having you this close to me, printsessa,” she whispers in your ear, chuckling when you melt against her as she pushes the tip of her strap into you. “How many times do you think I can get you to cum?”

Her grip on your throat is loose as she allows you to adjust to the size, tightening suddenly when she slams into you once, twice, until every thrust is at a rough pace that you wouldn’t be able to handle if she wasn’t holding you against her by the waist. You feel that same tingling circling your clit again, occasionally traveling upward to tease your nipples as well, and it wasn’t long before you were releasing a strangled scream as you climaxed.

Natasha eventually stops thrusting into you as your legs shake, and you breathe out another sigh of relief when she allows you to fall onto the mattress. However, the relief is short-lived when you realize that she only paused to let Wanda push into her from behind, and it wasn’t long before the two of them found a rhythm that was pleasing them and ruining you.

Your wrists are freed as Natasha pulls out of you some minutes later, and you collapse onto one side of the bed with your body aching a bit from a third orgasm, your eyes only halfway open as you watch the pair. They remove the straps from their waists and set them aside, and you become a bit more alert when you notice Natasha grab what seems to be a double-ended dildo.

“No more. I can’t,” you mumble tiredly as your wrists are bound by Wanda’s power again.

“One more, and you can,” she tells you as she flops onto the bed beside you, and that red mist surrounds her fingers again as she guides you onto your knees to hover above her face. “You wanted to cum, so you don’t get to run from this.”

Her hands grab your waist and pull you closer, and you release a shuddering moan as her tongue runs past your hole and over your clit, teasing it a few times with the tip of her tongue before diving in to wrap her lips around it. She alternates between sucking your clit and slipping inside you as Natasha climbs on the bed behind you to position herself with the new toy. 

“Fuck,” Wanda attempts to say once Natasha begins thrusting, and you fall forward as the vibration of her moans become too much, whining when Natasha slides her hands over your breasts and pulls you back up again.

“Take it all like a good girl.”

She keeps pulling until your head drops against her, and she moans against your neck while she kisses and sucks on your skin, bouncing faster on Wanda who groans loudly in response as she attempts to match each thrust. The hums of her voice has you grinding against her tongue, and you yelp when Natasha bites down just as Wanda brings you over the edge. She keeps going despite your protests, managing to get you to cum once more before they finally do.

You lie there with your bones feeling like jelly as you’re covered with a blanket minutes after everyone’s bathroom trip, too tired to even fight for sleeping in your own bed as Natasha and Wanda slide in on either side of you.

“You did so well tonight, detka,” Wanda praises as she strokes your cheek with a loving stare. “I can tell you’ll be a great addition to our relationship. I knew it from the moment I saw you.”

“I’m not doing this again,” you insist as the smile fades from her expression. “I’m not getting in a relationship with two women that don’t take ‘no’ for an answer, and I’d prefer sleeping in my own bed.”

“You’re already in a relationship with us, printsessa,” Natasha growls as she shoves you back down when you try to get up, and you push her hand away.

“There’s nothing you can say that’ll make me want to be with you.”

“It’s not about what you want to do. It’s about what you have to do.” She grabs your phone from the nightstand, and you’re somehow not even surprised when she unlocks it on the first try. “Because it’d be a shame if someone was to tell Peter about all the nudes you have of him.”

You snatch the phone from her grip, eyes widening as you scroll through your camera roll, finding naked pictures of Peter scattered throughout it. You check the date on the oldest one and began to feel nauseous when you saw it was taken not even a month after the two of you met.

“Don’t think you’ll be deleting those either, because we can replace them and make things worse.” Her smile was falsely sweet and troubling as she grabbed your chin to force you to make eye contact. “We’ve gone this long without having you, and we’ll do whatever it takes not to lose you.”

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[ofstarsandvibranium]

It's Gonna Be Me

Fandom: Marvel (Boyband AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Who'd have thought that you, a fan, would end up being the girlfriend of THE Bucky Barnes.

A/N: yes, i did use a 1D song. I miss them, okay?! and this is shit and i word vomitted all of this. so sorry if this sucks!

“I can’t believe we’re finally here!” your friend Wanda squealed. The VIP pass swinging around her neck, one similar hanging from yours. You remember when you first heard about the band SHIELD. You were fifteen and they were just a few years older than you. They disbanded when they were in their early twenties and you were so sad. But now they’re having a reunion tour and when you heard about that, you and Wanda jumped at the opportunity. You both purchased VIP tickets because money can be replaced, experiences can’t. 

Now your fifteen year old self is bubbling inside. With your grab bags hanging from your wrists, you and Wanda get in line for a meet and greet. This just might be the best day of your life. 

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This was the first stop of the SHIELD reunion tour. The guys, now all much older, are back in the game and trying to get the hang of it all over again. 

Sam, aka the flirty one, was scrolling through the band’s twitter hashtag #SHIELDReunionTour. Every so often he’d like and comment on people’s tweets. 

Steve, the sensitive one, was strumming his guitar, trying to get back in the groove of playing in front of hundreds and thousands of screaming fans. 

Scott, the goofy one, was in the corner bonding with his daughter, Cassie. He became a father towards the end of the band’s career. He took that time to be there for his now ex-wife and daughter. She was his world. 

Thor, the gym buff one, was actually munching on the snacks the venue provided for them. Man, that guy could eat! 

Lastly, Bucky, the bad boy one, was scrolling through instagram under the reunion tour hashtag. Like Sam, he’s like and comment on people’s posts, mostly attractive women. Bucky used to be quite the troublemaker when he was younger, earning the title of bad boy of the group as well as player. But now that he’s older and much more mature, he’d like to move on from that. He wants to settle down. He’s tired of the games and flings. He wants to find someone who means something to him and he means something to them. All of the other guys have their significant others. He’s the last one. Who knows, maybe he’ll meet that person at one of their concerts.

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You were scrolling through instagram when you received two notification. Tapping on the heart tab, you look at the top of the notifications. When you see who liked your photo, your heart dropped. 

Bucky Barnes, THE Bucky Barnes, liked AND commented on your photo in front of tonight’s venue. 

imbuckybarnes commented: looking good! see you at the meet and greet! ;)

You squealed, slapping Wanda’s shoulder, “Oh my God! Oh my God! Bucky Barnes liked and commented on my photo!” you showed her the post and her eyes grew.

“Aaahh! I’m so happy for you!” 

You opened your mouth to say something else, but a loud roar of screams broke out. Both you and Wanda looked towards the meet and greet area and saw that the guys had indeed come out. 

“It’s starting!!” Wanda squealed, bringing up her phone to take as many pictures as she could. As the line began to move, you became more and more nervous. Oh Gosh, you were really going to meet your idols!

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Bucky doesn’t understand how he was able to handle the crowds and meet and greets when he was younger. But then again, he was getting used to the fame and he was loving all of the attention. Now, not so much. Don’t get him wrong, he still smiled and acted polite with everyone he encountered, but it was overwhelming for him now. 

Steve, his best friend, looked at him and noticed his straining smile. After another fan walked away, he asked, “You okay?”

Bucky let out a deep breath and a nod, “Yeah, it’s-it’s just been a while.”

His best friend snorted, “Tell me about it. Haven’t gotten this much attention since Peg and I visited her family in London.” he gave a reassuring pat on the shoulder, “If it becomes too much, just let us know. We’ll take a break. It’s okay, Buck.”

He smiled and chatted to every fan that came and went. When they got to about the middle of the line, he was really starting to feel the toll it was taking on him. While the two women were talking to Sam and Steve, he took a moment to step a bit to the side and do some breathing exercises while his eyes roamed the line. They eventually landed on you, who was giving him a concerned look. He remembers you from when he was scrolling through instagram. There was something about your face that seemed so memorable to him. That picture you posted didn’t do you justice. You were a lot more beautiful in person. 

He gave a small smile and a wave, earning a wave back. He watched as you pulled out a bottle of water from your bag and you silently offered it to him. 

He shook his head, “It’s alright.”

“You look like you need it. Here. It’s unopened, so I promise I didn’t fill it with drugs or toxic chemicals,” you comment playfully. 

Bucky chuckled and he reached out, taking the water, “Thanks.” He took a few gulps and then set the bottle to the side, getting back to meeting and greeting the fans.

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“You just spoke to Bucky Barnes!” Wanda and a few other women around you said excitedly. Your body was completely shaking. Today was just filled with surprises for you and they all came in the form of Bucky Barnes. 

Your body continued to shake as you came closer and closer to the front of the line. Your eyes kept meeting Bucky’s every time his eyes wandered down the line. Whenever you’d have eye contact, both of you would look away. The warmth in your cheeks growing hotter. 

“We’re next. Oh my gosh. We’re next!” Wanda was bouncing on her feet. As soon as the staff member gave you two the okay, Wanda threw her things to the side and rushed forward to Scott, who was her favorite. The guys as well as you chuckled. 

You calmly set your things with Wanda’s and followed the line of your idols, hugging each one and saying how nice it was to meet them. After Wanda hugged them all, she went back to her stuff and pulled out the crystal necklaces she made them. Wanda was a wiccan and thoroughly believed that these crystals had healing properties. 

The last one for you to hug was Bucky. Wow, you really couldn’t believe that you were here in front of him. In the flesh. 

“Hi,” he says with a warm smile.

“H-Hi!” you squeaked out and then cleared your throat, “I-I mean hi.” you say in a lower, regular tone.

He chuckled, his head ducking down oh so adorably, “Thanks for the water earlier. I really needed it.”

You shrugged, “No problem. Are you alright though?” 

“Yeah, I just-”

“Yo, Barnes! Pay attention, man!” Sam calls out, popping the bubble that you and Bucky were in. 

You both apologized and turned to face the camera. Bucky’s arm went around your waist and he pulled you close. You could definitely feel your face getting extremely warm. 

Wanda grabbed her things as well as yours, handing them to you with a smirk. You hugged the guys one last time, “Thanking them for your time.”

Bucky was the last one you hugged, “I’ll see you out there,” he says with a shy smile.

You nodded, “I’ll be in the front row on the left, your right. If you so happen to be on the look out for me,” you say flirtatiously and honestly, where the hell did that come from? 

Bucky giggled and nodded, “I’ll keep and eye out for you. Enjoy the show, doll,” he gave you a wink and waved as you and Wanda walked away. 

Before the next set of fans came up, all of the guys were immediately teasing Bucky. He could feel himself blushing as he swats the guys’ hands away, “Cut it out, guys!”

“Ooouuuu, Barnes got all heart eyes for that girl! Why didn’t you get her number?!” Sam asked. 

Steve rolled his eyes at Sam, “We’re working Sam. Now’s not the time to be picking up women.”

He scoffed, “When has that ever stopped him?”

Bucky shook his head, “I’m not like that anymore and you know that, Wilson. Anyway, she’s just nice. That’s all.”

Sam as well as Thor and Scott gave him the ‘bitch, please’ look and then continued on with the meet and greet.

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As soon as Bucky stepped on stage, dressed in an all white ensemble like the rest of the guys, his eyes travelled to the right side of the stage, looking down at the front row. A big smile appeared on his face when he spotted you. As he sang along to the opening song, he pointed at you and gave you a wink. You stared up at him all dreamy eyed while Wanda screamed in excitement for you.

The rest of concert continued that way. Whenever Bucky had the chance, he’s wander in your direction. He’d interact with the fans around you, trying not to put too much attention on you, in case anyone became suspicious. 

When it came to the second half of the show, all of the guys sat in stools in the middle of the stage.

Sam began to walk around the stage while the guys got settled, “Alright, ladies and gentlemen, now for this song, we’re gonna pick one lucky fan to help us out. Now who wants to come up here?” a roar of shouts and cries filled the stadium and he clapped his hands together, “Wow. That’s a lot of you. Let’s see.” he wandered to the left and his eyes searched through the crowd. He began moving to the middle and then the right, people crying out their disappointments. Then, he saw you. You made eye contact and he pointed right at you, “How ‘bout you, beautiful?”

Wanda and the women around you cheered and screamed, pushing you towards the security guard who was to escort you to stage. 

Bucky’s eyes widened and he looked to the rest of the guys, all were smirking and snickering. They planned it!

Sam met you at the steps leading up to the stage, offering his hand, “M’lady!” you set your hand in his and followed him down the stage and onto the middle stool in between them, “Your throne, m’lady!” 

You nervously sit down and Steve smiles beside you, “Hi there! What’s your name?”

“Y-Y/N,” you stutter into the mic that Steve holds out to you. 

“Nice to meet you, well, see you again, Y/N. We saw you at the meet and greet, correct?”

“Yup!” you squeaked. You could feel your nerves getting the best of you. Your entire body was shaking and you were sitting in front of hundreds of people!

“Well, Y/N, thank you for coming up here. I hope you can help us out with this next song we’re gonna sing,” he shoots you a polite smile and then goes to strumming his guitar. As soon as the chords are heard, the crowd all cheer for the song. 

Scott hops off his stool and sings first, approaching you and putting his arm around your shoulder:

Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me But bear this mind it was meant to be And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks And it all makes sense to me

As Scott walks back to his spot, Steve continues the next verse, looking up from his guitar and eyes bearing into yours, like you’re the only woman in the room:

I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile You've never loved your stomach or your thighs The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine But I'll love them endlessly

Then all of them joined in singing the chorus: 

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth But if I do, it's you, oh it's you, they add up to I'm in love with you and all these little things

On the other side of you, Thor leaned over, grabbing your hand as he sang:  

You can't go to bed without a cup of tea Maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep Though it makes no sense to me

Sam then proceeded to walk over to you all goofily and seductively, making you laugh:

I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape You never want to know how much you weigh You still have to squeeze into your jeans But you're perfect to me

Again, all of the men, as well as you now, joined in on the chorus: 

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth But if it's true, it's you, it's you, they add up to I'm in love with you and all these little things

You knew this was coming. All of the other guys sang to you, so, of course, Bucky would too! 

So he made his way over to you, grabbing your hand and then kissing it, making you nervously bite your lip:

You never love yourself half as much as I love you You'll never treat yourself right darling but I want you to If I let you know, I'm here for you Maybe you'll love yourself like I love you oh

With a wink and another kiss on your hand, he was gone and Steve was singing once more: 

I've just let these little things slip out of my mouth Because it's you, oh it's you, it's you they add up to And I'm in love with you (all these little things) I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth But if it's true, it's you, it's you they add up to I'm in love with you, and all your little things

As the last strum of guitar fades, applause and cheers erupt in the stadium. All of the guys stand up and hug you. 

Thor’s bellowing, booming voice fills the place, “Let’s give another hand for Y/N for helping us out!!”

Bucky then took the initiative to guide you back down the stage and towards the steps. Because that’s what a gentleman would do and totally not because he just wanted to be around you a little bit longer. Nope. That’s not it at all. 

As you go down the steps, you look over your shoulder, a wide grin appearing on your face as Bucky sends a wink and a smile your way. Okay. That just happened. 

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A rain of confetti falls upon you and everyone in the front rows after SHIELD finish their last song. They’re waving and thanking everyone for coming. Slowly making their way to the back of the stage for their exit. 

“Thank you all so much! You were wonderful!” Steve yelled, waving at the fans. 

“We’ll see you next time! Call me!” Sam shouted at one of the fans in the front row. Typical Sam. 

You noticed that Bucky was one of the first people to get off stage after waving and thanking a few fans. What you didn’t know was that was because he wanted to speak to one of the backstage security. 

“There’s a woman in the front row on our right side of the stage. Her name is Y/N and she has a friend. Tell her to we wanna see her and escort her back.”

The security guard looked at him apprehensively, “What if she already left?”

“I hope not, but please? Do this for me?” Bucky pleaded. 

The security nodded and headed around the stage and towards where he believed you would me. 

You and Wanda were taking selfies, strings of confetti decorating both of your heads and you were laughing. 

“Is there a Y/N here?” your brow furrowed and you lowered your phone when you heard someone asking for you. 

You looked behind you to see a security guard asking three women if they were you. You raised your hand, “I’m Y/N. What’s the problem?”

“Can you follow me please?” he asked. 

You looked at Wanda, who gave you a shrug. You both collected your things and followed the guard to the back of the stage and into a hall. Wait. What was going on?

“Um, excuse me, where are you taking us?” Wanda spoke up and asked. 

“The band wanted to see you, miss.”

You both looked at each other in surprise, mouthing, “What the fuck.”

You both turned the corner and went further down some halls, leading into what was probably the green room. The door was open and you could see the guys in there. 

“Here they are,” the security guard announced. 

You and Wanda file into the room nervously. Seriously, what was going on?

Bucky immediately scrambled in front of you, “H-Hi.”

“Uh, hi?”

He nervously rubbed the sweaty back of his neck, “Sorry, I, uh-” the guys interrupted him, whistling and hollering teasing remarks. Bucky blushed, “Sorry. I just-I wanted to apologize for Sam bringing you up there. All of the guys were in on it and thought it’d be funny to bring you onstage. Really, I had no idea they were going to do that.”

“Why exactly did they do that?” Wanda vocally voices the question you had in mind. 

Bucky cleared his throat, “Uh, well-”

Sam came up beside him, throwing an arm around his shoulders, “’Cause he has a little crush on yooooouuu!” Sam made kissy faces, making the guys laugh. 

Bucky shrugged Sam’s arm off, shoving him back, “Alright, knock it off!” 

You gave him a playful, questioning gaze, “Do you, Bucky? Do you have a crush on me?”

“Kinda?”

You shake your head in disbelief, “You don’t even know me.”

“I’d like to,” he says softly, he leans in, carefully grabbing your hand, giving you enough time to pull away if you want. You don’t, “We’re here for another three days before we head to the next city. Maybe we can have lunch or dinner somewhere?”

You were absolutely speechless. This was happening? This was really happening? Bucky Barnes, the band member you had a crush on when you were a teenager, was asking you out? What?!

“I-uh-”

“She accepts!” Wanda butts in. 

Bucky looks at you, “Do you?”

You slowly nod your head, “Y-Yeah. Sure.”

His face immediately brightens up as he pulls out his phone, “Great! Uh, can I have your number?”

You both exchange numbers while Wanda and the guys all look approvingly at the two of you. 

“Um, well, I hope you guys enjoyed the show.”

Wanda nodded, “Oh definitely. Now we gotta walk all the way back to our car, which sucks.” 

“Oh!” Bucky pulls off his jacket sets it on your shoulders, “Here, to keep warm,” he then gestures to Scott, who willingly tosses his own jacket to him and Bucky sets it on Wanda’s shoulders, “A parting gift, and a thank you, for taking all this so well.”

“Oh no, thank you!” Wanda said excitedly, making all of you chuckle. 

You looked at Bucky, still in a bit of awe, “Um, I guess I’ll talk to you soon?”

“I’ll be awaiting your call, doll,” he says with a smirk. He leans in and pecks your cheek, “Thanks for coming.” 

You give him and the rest of the guys a wave. As soon as you’re out of that room, out of sight, and out of earshot, you and Wanda are screaming at the top of your lungs!

You came to the concert to watch meet SHIELD and watch them perform, but you came out with something a whole lot better.

[johndykeon]

(Re: this) HIIIII ANDIE!!! I come bearing ideas. ;)))) Feel free to use them how you seem fit, or not! It’s all good (you can keep this in your inbox if you decide to write any of them, no need to reply me :P), BUT I didn’t really base them off of the prompts from Maylor Week though and I wasn’t kidding when I said I’m craving for Dom!Roger so XDDD You already know what you’re getting here lol A WHOLE LOT OF DOM!ROGER AND HIS SUB!BRIAN but you’re also free to put your spin on them, write them however you feel inspired! (& dear lord this turns out SO MUCH LONGER than I expected, they got way out of hand! I’M TERRIBLY SORRY ANDIE ABOUT THE LONG MESSY POST BELOW)

1. It’s obvious that Roger’s a good Dom and a great lay, and Brian’s pining. Kinda hard not to notice the satisfied dreamy looks on Roger’s bed partners after their nights together and nope Brian is definitely not sulking(?) or being jealous(?). He does however fantasize about what’s it gonna be like being taken care of by Roger, and once he starts thinking about it he can’t seem to stop. He knows he’s acting weird blushing randomly throughout the day and avoid looking at Roger in the face and oh boy he can practically feel Roger gearing up for an opportunity to confront him about everything but how can he tell him? Roger’s way out of his league. He’s spared from the confession part though when the day he forgot to lock his bedroom door is the day he woke up from his sex dream (featuring Dom!Roger ofc) and almost had a heart attack seeing Roger by his bedside smirking at him with heavy amusement and arousal in his eyes. (Roger was trying to corner Brian so they could talk at once when he wakes up; When he heard Brian moaning his name he immediately let himself in thinking he’s unwell and needs help. This turns out to be so much more enjoyable than he expected; He loves Brian and since the feeling’s mutual now he doesn’t have to hold back anymore) (spoilers alert haha Roger ends up making passionate love to Brian for their first time with a hint of dominance on his part, not all out D/s cuz Brian’s new to this, they’ll have to have a long talk about rules and boundaries before doing anything)

2. Established relationship, Roger’s been away on a business trip (or something like that) and Brian is missing him terribly. He knows when Roger’s been away far too long for his liking when the god damn tabloid’s blurry photos of Roger smiling and being surrounded by beautiful women and men are getting to him and his insecurity’s now acting up. Brian feels lonely, insecure and on top of that guilty for letting the tabloid affecting him like this because it totally shouldn’t, it’s just a fucking tabloid that always says untrue things. Eventually he decides to try something new to distract himself by buying a whole full set of sexy lingerie to wear in bed when Roger comes home; They’ve not done this before, the part in him that eagerly wants to be a good boy for Roger shyly hopes that he will like it. Upon returning Roger is indeed very excited to see Brian in those, he looks absolutely ravishing and wastes no time taking him to bed. But Roger being very in tune with Brian’s needs senses something’s off not long after and gently but firmly asks Brian to tell him what’s wrong. He’s gotten very good at using his Dom voice on Brian and soon Brian’s having a mini breakdown in his arms. Of course Roger comforts and reassures him and explained what was really going on in those photos, definitely not like what the tabloid’s being saying. Roger ends up making long drawn out gentle love to Brian while showering him with praises about how beautiful he looks in the lingerie and how much he loves him (basically fucking those negative thoughts and emotions out of Brian lol). The next morning when Brian wakes up all sated and basking in afterglow Roger brings him breakfast in bed and insist on feeding him, not allowing Brian to raise even one finger haha and after that they cuddle in bed for the rest of the morning.

3. Mafia!AU, when Brian was a kid in an orphanage he and Roger were best friends, they look out for each other and swear to stay together but ofc real life doesn’t work like that, Roger was adopted first while his own adoption followed not long after. Brian ends up growing up in a Mafia family; Luckily his adoptive father, the current leader of the Family was actually quite kind to him, Brian is very good at math and is extremely bright so he’s spared from all the ugly part of things and was tasked with doing all the finance stuffs for his Mafia Family. Brian doesn’t like violence even though he’s sheltered away from those and more often than not thought about leaving, but it’s not easy especially when certain members in the family always have their eyes on him and love to remind him about how he owes them for adopting him. He also tries looking for Roger discreetly whenever he can but so far all leads came up empty. Days go by while he doesn’t have a perfect life at least he’s not mistreated other than sometimes being ignored or isolated (exactly what he wants tbh); He knows some of the family members especially the actual sons of his adoptive father are quite wary of him, afraid that he’s gonna want power as well (he absolutely doesn’t thank you very much) but all this is interrupted when 1) his adoptive father suddenly has a heart attack and passed away, tension in the family rises immediately, seems like everyone’s scheming for that leader role but before any of them can come out on top, 2) they’re under attack from another Mafia that’s quickly rising to the top, and Brian’s family lost miserably; They took quite a heavy hit and now the ranks are shifting rapidly AND that’s not the end of their continuous bad luck. 4) The rival Mafia what won against them is demanding compensation, weirdly usually this is the time when the winner demands a hell lot but this time the demands seems to be more symbolic than the usual route of ripping the losing side off, which is good for them because now they really don’t have much to offer, BUT the strangest thing is, the one demand that the Mafia’s not budging on, is BRIAN. They are demanding Brian to leave and stay with them instead and they’re not accepting any rejection on this one, also are ridiculously tight lipped on why. Brian himself was not present at (or invited to) any of these “negotiations”, he’s being relayed to the news by one of his family members and dread and terror immediately filled his lungs. His future looks so bleak now he knows that he’s gonna be the chew toy, as the show of power demonstrating Brian’s family’s defeat and showing off the victory of the other Mafia. He can’t say no or run away unless he wants to be hunted for the rest of his life, and that’s assuming he’s able to escape before his own family decide to “escort” him over. He wants to at least do so with some dignity so he quietly packed up his belongings (not that there’s much he wants to keep anyway) and got in the car they sent. Upon arrival he’s shaking all over almost swallowed whole by dread and nervousness, immediately he’s escorted to what he’s being told that’s his room by someone. For a moment he’s completely distracted by how luxurious and huge it is, and the view from his window is breathtaking; He took a few minutes to explore everything when suddenly the door opens and ROGER (even though they’ve not seen each other for so many years he instinctively knows that it’s him) walks in with a relieved smile on his face and immediately pulls him into a tight hug. (Fun story so back then Roger was adopted by a Mafia family as well. With some luck and a lot of hard work and brawn he steadily rises to power and is now the leader; He knows that Brian has been looking for him all these years but didn’t want to jeopardize him by putting him in danger before his position of power is secured; He never forgot about Brian too and when he started battling for dominance within his family, he found where Brian is and thus is even more determined to fix their separation, starting by acquiring enough power to protect both of them) (spoilers alert their already simmering feelings for one another totally developed and they most definitely fell in love very soon. Roger shelters and protects Brian and never coerce or force him and is very supportive of him, Brian’s future definitely isn’t bleak anymore)

Oh my god this got so fucking long I’M SO SORRY!!!!!!

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ok so i wasn’t actually gonna publish this bc i did decide to use one of these prompts for maylor week (unfortunately not the mob!au but hopefully that’ll be coming eventually 🤪) so i’ve just been working from this!!!! but i keep worrying that i’m gonna accidentally delete it or something lmao so i’m publishing it to make sure i can keep track of it!!!!

also can i just say,,,, BRUH these are literally all so good????? i adore them all thank you so so much for sending them in!!!! tbh it made me rlly happy and rlly soft that u cared enough to think this stuff up and send it in skdjdkd and it also gave me TONS of inspo so really, thank you!!!!!!!

[wearethechampionsblog]

IT MUST HAVE BEEN FATE (A BEN HARDY STORY)

Summary: A story about how Cora and Ben become intertwined in this thing we call fate. 

*I thought I would give this a try. This is also my first fanfic.*

Chapter 1-The Stars Align

              Have you ever had woken up one morning and you just had a strange feeling your life was about to change and you had no idea how or why it will. Then the whole day you just become really anxious. Then when that moment finally happens do you grab it or do you let it fly away? When your life does change after that moment do you ever find yourself at a crossroads wondering if you made the right choice or the wrong one? As Albus Dumbledore once said “Soon we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy”. Well what if fate intervened then in that moment, what would you do?

It was the day of the Bohemian Rhapsody movie premiere. Cora and her best friend Lily were going to go and try and see all the stars hit the red carpet at the SSE Arena, Wembley in London and maybe if they were really lucky they could see Roger Taylor and Brian May. 

“Cora, have you seen my light blue lace dress anywhere?” Lily asked from the other room. 

“Yeah, Its hanging up in your closet where you last left it.” 

“Thanks I found it!” 

“You almost ready to go? We have to leave in 15 minutes if we wanna make it on time! Cora asked

“Let me just put on the finishing touches with my makeup and I’ll be ready. 

“Sounds good!”

After finishing getting ready Cora and Lily took a cab from their apartment in South Kensington to SSE Arena. The SSE arena was decorated like you couldn't believe from the start all the way to the entrance. The carpet was purple and along the sides there were walls propped up with the different colors ranging from purple to pink to even gold in glitter with the title of the movie. There were barricades set up for the fans and the press and also the photographers. It wasn't anything Cora had seen before and she was just in awe of the whole thing. Cora and Lily luckily managed to find a spot right in the front of one of the barricades. On both sides Cora and Lily are surrounded by fans. A little farther down to the left would be a row of photographers and members of the press awaiting the arrival of the stars. 

Soon some of the stars started hitting the purple carpet. Cora and Lily saw Mike Myers, Tom Hollander, Aiden Gillen and Allen leech, Joe Mazzello, Gwilym Lee. Then a few minutes after Gwilym passed, Cora heard high pitched screaming coming from down at the start of the carpet but Cora couldn't see what all the screaming was about. Then all of a sudden this young man walked in her line of vision and Cora could feel her jaw drop. This young man had short blonde hair and hazel eyes. He was wearing a black suit with a sheer button down shirt under the jacket. 

“Who is Mr. Dreamy?” Cora heard Lily ask

“I have no idea.” Cora answered back 

“His name is Ben Hardy. He plays Roger Taylor in the film” an older women had said right next to you. 

One would say that fate must have intervened because in that moment Ben had stopped and stood in front of a photographer to have a photo taken. Right as the flash went off Ben looked away from the camera and locked eyes right with Cora. It was as if someone froze time and Cora and Ben were in a trance and everyone around them turned invisible. The noise all around them was drowned out and all Cora could hear was the pounding of her heart beating. She could also feel her hands getting clammy. Her face even had a slight blush to it and Cora could tell because of the warmth coming from it. It felt as if she couldn't look away and someone had put her in headlock but she didn't want to leave that headlock feeling. Then the trance was broken all of a sudden as Ben looked away and started heading toward an interviewer. It felt like she could breathe again. Cora let out a little gasp could not believe that a moment like that had happened to her. She has never had any luck when it comes to life. She then thought moments like that don't happen very often and maybe that was a way for life to give her something and then pull it away. It was probably a good thing that he walked over to the interviewer because she doesn't know how she would have reacted if he were to walk right over to her in that moment. Then again she wasn't even sure she would be able to speak to the man. Cora then turned her head to see if Lily had noticed the moment but she was just looking down at her phone most likely answering a text or posting a photo to her Instagram about the premiere and being completely oblivious to everything around her. Cora was thankful that Lily missed that little moment because if she hadn't she would have demanded that Ben walk right over to them and possibly flirted with him. Who is Cora kidding Lily would have flirted the night away with him. She was not one to be shy around men that she had an attraction to. While Lily was more of the extrovert, Cora is more introverted. Lily would be the one to go out and party till morning while Cora loves to read curled up on the sofa. 

What Cora did not not notice was right when she turned her head and started talking to Lily was that Ben a couple people down from her while being interviewed had taken a quick second to see if he could spot her. When he did he cracked a small smile.

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After the premiere Cora and Lily headed back to the apartment to change and just relax after all the excitement. 

“Hey you want me to make you some tea?” Cora asked Lily while she was standing the the kitchen.

“Yes please. Thank you!” Lily answered while turning on the television in the living room. She turned on the news and all the news could talk about was the movie premiere. 

Later that night while laying in bed Cora couldn't get to sleep because her body was still buzzing from the excitement and also from her special moment with Ben. Her brain kept thinking back to that moment. It was on continuous repeat.  She just couldn't get over the fact that they had both made eye contact and kept it for a couple seconds but in that moment it felt like minutes. Cora deep down a small part of her wanted to believe that maybe he had made eye contact with a person next to her and it just looked like he was looking at her. Now her mind was just going crazy and coming up with excuses. Cora should know because she was letting her insecurities take over big time. Her insecurities have always gotten the better of her and she hates it! Especially during times when her and Lily go out to pubs. She just has that aura that people just want to be around and cling to. Cora sometimes has guys come up to her but in the end they turned out to be losers and just want one thing. She along with the next person enjoy having sex but Cora doesn't want to spend anymore of her life just just finding someone to hookup with. She wants to find someone she could have a conversation with and who would take her out on dates and be proud they are dating a her. She also wants that man to come home after a long day at work and be excited to see her even though they are exhausted. The list could go on and on but was it too much to ask for instead of just being another girl at the pub who falls hook line and sinker to a horrible pickup line. Cora then started to compare herself and Lily. Cora is petite and has short blonde hair and brown eyes. She also wears glasses. Lily on the other hand is a little taller and has that beach blonde hair, her eyes are blue like the ocean and has skin that without even trying get perfect a beautiful tan can get one. 

After a while once Cora had enough of her insecurities getting the better of her she came to the conclusion that she was in that moment of time was enough for a man like Ben Hardy to make eye contact with not with her friend Lily but with her. A smile then spread across her face knowing that she finally got that moment that a lot of girls would fall over to have with him. She had that moment and nothing was going to get in the way.

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After the Bohemian Rhapsody movie premiere on Tuesday it was finally Saturday. Cora was glad to finally sleep in after a long week. While she was just being lazy in bed she was suddenly over come with this strange feeling. It started to bug her and she could not figure out why she was feeling this way. After a while she decided to get up and grab a shower because she needed to go out and pick up a few things. Thankfully it was a beautiful day out and one should not waste it. Right as she was about to walk out the door Lily stopped her and asked if she could pick up more tea.

While walking to the store a couple blocks away from the apartment Cora saw a coffee shop had just opened and she thought she might as well give it a try and see if it was worth her wild. Once she stepped into the coffee shop it was like all hands were on deck. The place was packed like she couldn't believe. While waiting in line she heard random conversations that ranged from talking about ones week or about the Bohemian Rhapsody movie. After she ordered her drink and stood to the side to wait for it to be made. A few minutes later she heard her name called to come and get it. Once she stepped to the counter and grabbed it her foot slipped on some spilled coffee from a previous customer. As she was slipping she thought she would have an embarrassing moment but someone had managed to catch her in time. 

“I’m glad I caught you or that would have been completely embarrassing wouldn't it but it looks like we meet again.” 

*Let me know what you think. I hope you enjoy reading this. Also let me know if you want me to continue the story.*

[sandyferal]

Heartbreaker part 1

A Claytro fic

Hey, I meant for this to be one post, but it’s too long so I’m breaking it into three parts

I’m new to the fandom and this isn’t great, but please give it a chance!

     “I can’t believe everyone is getting all worked up over this Royal ball!” Macy said, watching Lance study different tuxes. “My father hasn’t even announced it yet and already I’ve been asked who I’m going with so many times.”

     “Well the King may not have announced it yet,” Lance said. “but when he does, since we’re the guests of honor we’re going to need to already know who we’re going with. Everyone else is just being prepared. Plus, I like all the extra attention.”

     “I’m just glad Aaron agreed to go with me, I’m not very fond of the others who have asked me.”

     At this, Lance looked at Macy.

     “Going as friends, or going as a couple?” He asked.

     Macy rolled her eyes. “Honestly, I don’t care whether or not people think we’re a couple, as long as no one else asks me. So if your little reporter bot friend asks, tell her you don’t know.”

     Lance lost interest, sensing there was no further details that could be gotten. But moments later, Clay walked in and Lance turned his attention to him.

     “So Clay, have you thought about who you’re taking to the ball?” Lance asked.

     “Are you trying to get gossip for the Knight News Network again?” Clay asked, his eyes narrowing.

     “No, of course not.” Lance ran his fingers through his hair and chuckled.

     “Either way, I’m not telling. It’s going to be a… surprise,” Clay said.

     “You have no idea who to take do you?” Asked Lance.

     “None of your business!” Macy interjected. “Go scout for gossip somewhere else.”

     Lance stood and left the room, muttering under his breath.

     “Thanks Macy,” Clay sighed. “I’m glad at least you don’t care who I’m going with.”

     “I feel ya, dances, and ballrooms, and couple gossip, not my thing.” Macy gestured to the door Lance had gone through. “In fact, I think he’s the only knight who really cares.”

     “Well the rest of Knighton is crazy about it,” Clay said. “I’ve been swamped with reporters and admirers recently.”

     “Me too,” Macy said. “I mean, don’t they have anything else to worry about?”

…

     “Here’s the latest from the Knight News Network! Everyone is just crazy about the upcoming Royal Ball, and the biggest topic on everyone’s minds is the dates of the guests of honor, the Nexo Knights!”

     “That’s right Herb! Tomorrow the Nexo Knights will be asking a guest of their choice to the ball! But no one can wait to find out who our savior’s have chosen to accompany them!”

     “We may not have exact answers, but we have some insider info that’s sure to give you a better idea.”

     “The three Knights who we know you’re most curious about, Lance Richmond, Princess Macy, and Clay Moorington! We have info from dreamy Lance himself that he’s going to be asking a ‘special fan’ to the ball. One of you Lance fans may get a chance to live out your dreams soon! We also have info that Princess Macy is in fact going to take one of her fellow Knights! We know it’s not Lance so Clay, Aaron, and Axl are all possibilities!”

     “Last but not least, Clay Moorington, a new favorite among some of Knighton’s ladies. All we know is that Clay is being very secretive about his date, and says ‘it’s a surprise.’”

     “Could this mean that he’s the knight that Princess Macy has chosen to go with or something even more interesting?”

     Jestro finally turned his head from the holovision screen. The rest of the report started fading into the background of his hearing.

     ”I wonder why Clay is making such a big deal about keeping his date secret.” Jestro said to Roberto, who sat beside him. “I mean what’s the harm if we know?”

     “I did not know you were so interested in that kind of gossip.”

     “I’m not. I’m just interested for… personal reasons,” Jestro replied.

     This comment caused Roberto to look at Jestro strangely. Quickly, Jestro changed the subject.

     “Man, all this hype kind of makes me wish I could go to that ball. I never used to go to those cause’ I never actually had a date but right now I think I’d be fine if I could go at all.”

     “Why can’t you go now?” Asked Roberto. “I thought everyone in the kingdom was invited.”

     “I’m pretty sure ‘everyone in the kingdom’ does not include people who tried to destroy the kingdom,” Jestro said. He paused before adding; “twice.”

     Jestro glanced at the holovision screen again and sighed.

     “Guess I might as well go to see who the Knights invite since they can’t stop me from getting in there,” He said.

     “Are you sure you can’t go?” Roberto asked again.

     “Wow security sure is tight for the ball!” Alice Squires continued from the holovision screen. “Along with regular security being beefed up, some of the seniors from Knights Academy have even volunteered to help protect the guests. One things for sure, no evil-doers or suspicious characters are getting into this royal event!”

     “I may be wrong,” Jestro continued. “but I think I’ve earned a permanent spot on their ‘suspicious characters’ list. I’d love to go, especially if I actually had a date for once, but honestly I just don’t think that’s going to happen.”

…

     It was the day of the announcement. The joustdome was packed full of cheering people except for a single small area of empty seats. All of them were waiting for the entertainments to end so that the announcements could finally get underway.

     “Citizens of Knighton,” The King’s voice rang through the stadium. “I am proud to announce that in tomorrow we will be having our annual Royal Ball!”

     Cheers burst from the crowd. The king made a gesture for silence.

     “And, as thanks for saving our kingdom, the Nexo Knights will be attending as the guests of honor!” He pointed at an entryway, from which emerged the Knights. “And as the guests of honor they will be publicly asking their dates to the ball!”

     This time the king let the crowd cheer for longer, waiting until the cries eventually subsided. Then he beckoned Macy forward.

     “First off, my very own daughter, Macy!” King Halbert said, pride swelling in his voice.

     Macy stepped forward, rolling her eyes. She walked over to where Aaron stood a few paces away from her.

     “Aaron Fox, may I have the honor of accompanying you too the Royal Ball?” She asked.

     “It would be my pleasure Princess Macy.” Aaron replied.

     The crowd positively roared in approval as Macy made her way back to her position next to the other Knights.

     Jestro sat on the top row of the joustdome, watching the procedures. Previously, the area he sat in had been packed with people, but as soon as he sat down some people got up and moved, and the rest just scooted closer to their neighbors to be farther from him. He supposed he’d need to get used to this kind of treatment. Who’d want to sit next to the guy who had attacked their village?

     As he watched, he couldn’t help but feel a smidge I’d envy for the members of the crowd who got chosen to accompany the Nexo Knights to the ball.

     “Funny how I’m still not used to those Knights getting all the praise while I only get scorn and disgust.” He muttered. Not like you’re not getting what you deserve, a voice in his head told him.

     Soon enough, the name Jestro had been waiting for was called.

     “Clay Moorington!”

     As Clay moved from his position, Jestro looked at the crowd around him. They all seemed to be anticipating Clay’s choice. But Jestro found himself dreading it.

     Why am I even here? Jestro asked himself. But he knew the answer before he even asked. Because I wish I could go with one of them.

     Now Clay was below Jestro, moving up past rows and rows of people. A glance at Clay’s face showed Jestro that he was not looking at anyone in particular. He seemed to be purposely looking at the ground.

     Finally Clay had passed the last row of people. He was right in front of Jestro. Jestro’s heart started beating faster. Every eye was on them.

     When Clay spoke it was in a firm, attention-commanding tone.

     “Jestro, may I have the honor of accompanying you to the Royal Ball?” Clay asked.

     Jestro felt like he was dreaming. He couldn’t believe it. Was Clay asking him to the Ball?

     “M-me?” Jestro stammered.

     “Is there any other Jestro here?” Clay asked, raising an eyebrow.

     Jestro could feel the eyes of the crowd on them. He swallowed.

     “Yes, of course!” He said. Then he remembered that it was supposed to be formal. “I-I mean, it would be my pleasure Clay Moorington.”

     “Great,” Clay said, giving Jestro a reassuring smile.

     As Clay went back down to his position, there was no cheering like earlier. There was only muttering, whispering, and a couple gasps. When Jestro looked at the faces around him, he saw confusion, disappointment, and disgust.

     Looking at the rest of the Nexo Knights, he saw shock and uncertainty. Even King Halbert was gaping at him, and continued to do so until the Queen put a hand on his shoulder and whispered something in his ear.

     “What? Oh, yes,” the King said, looking dazed. “well that concludes-“

     Jestro didn’t stick around to hear the rest of what he said. He bolted to the nearest exit, the crowd moving as to not get in his way. Right before he left, he shot one last glance at Clay, who he saw was looking right at him. Then he left.

[aesjae]

By Your Side | Jisung

A/N: This scenario was inspired by TFBoy’s ‘Imperfect Child’. The lyrics in this scenario are also from this song. It’s a beautiful song and while listening to it, it reminded me of the hardships that all young idols probably went through during their childhood just to realise their dreams of debuting. Hence, I have written this scenario to acknowledge these hardships that they have gone through, including our dear Dreamies who have been under tremendous training since young, and I would like to thank them for their perseverance that has brought them so far and allow us to know these wonderful boys. ❤️

Summary: ( look at A/N ) Word Count: 1,573 ( including lyrics ) Style/ Genre: Scenario/ - Date Posted: 2 Sept 2017

          When my smile is as bright as the sun

          When my dream has been splendidly fulfilled

          Only then will the world applaud for me

          But only you worry if I’ll be hurt

He danced gracefully, executing each move and detail with precision, yet still portraying every single emotion embodied in the song perfectly. The way he danced was magnificent, it was as if he was dancing for the world to see, and that he ruled over the whole floor of the practice room.

His eyes were closed as he savored every movement of the choreography, imagining himself on the real stage, moving oh so fluidly as if he were revealing an untold, hidden story. He was the puppet, following the rhythm of the music, the puppeteer, as he relished the sweet taste of telling the audience of the story that he had long wanted to tell the whole world - his own life story.

           The entire world is waiting for me to soar high

           Yet you worry for my small, small wings

          And hold up a perch for me to rest

He could imagine the smiles of admiration and adoration on the audience's faces, looking up at him with eyes that sparkled under the spotlight. He felt himself gleam. It was the feeling of performing, it was feeling of adrenaline pumping in your blood while on stage, it was the feeling of feeling alive. The stage was his, and the audience's attention was his. Under the scrutiny of the audience, it was when he felt most free and liberated, because performing was his life, and the stage was the only platform that he could show to the world what his life story was.

           When I must be like a perfect child

           To fulfill everyone’s expectations

          You seem to instead even further treasure

          My mistakes, my foolish self

He was only fifteen, but he was so full of hopes and dreams that it could overwhelm any other teenagers his age. He was brimming with talent, but that only heightened everybody's expectations for him, as well as add to the weight that was burdening his heart. He had expectations to fulfill, he had other people's expectations to fulfill, he had his own expectations to fulfill.

He opened his eyes again, only to be greeted by the sight of his wrong posture. Annoyance and irritation crept around his heart, spreading like a wildfire as his limbs were momentarily frozen in the spot of his mistake. Then, all of a sudden, his arms and legs went limp, and he collapsed onto his knees. His facial features tightened, and his big sweaty palms went up to grasp onto his bright blue hair. His blue hair seemed to represent the sky, and that he was the bird, allowing him to soar high and chase after his dreams. However, in the span of those few minutes, he felt like a caged eagle -- brilliant and magnificent, but crippled of capability. He was crippled emotionally and mentally by the reality of expectations.

He yelled exasperatedly. The stress was overwhelming. The comeback was in two days and being the main dancer of the group, all eyes were pinned on him. Everybody expected him to be flawless, he wanted himself to be flawless, but how to when everything was beating him down?

          My imperfect dream—you dream it with me

          My imperfect courage—you say it makes it braver

          My imperfect tears—you laugh and wipe them away

          My imperfect songs—you can sing them all

          My imperfect worries—you worry about them as well

          This imperfect me—you always treat me as your treasure

Then, the vibrancy of a ringtone broke the silent anguish he was suffering in. His phone lit up in the corner of the room.

The young but tall and well-built boy used the last of his emotional strength to pick himself up from the hard, dusty wooden dance floor of the practice room and trudged towards the corner of the room.

However, before he could even successfully reach his phone, the music of the ringtone stopped abruptly. Finally, he picked up his mobile device, tapping the home button.

          Even if the love you give me isn’t perfect—it’s the most beautiful thing

New Message:

From: (Y/N) my motivation ♥

hey jisungie, are you practicing right now? are you hungry? i'm coming to your company right now, wait for me oki :-) loves ♡

As if all of his worries were swept away, his cold and wounded heart was filled with warmth, tingles of a blissful sensation known as 'love' disinfecting his multiple cuts and scars. Like a magic potion, a few sentences from the one that he had promised to be by with through thick and thin instantly lightened the weight on his heart.

          The entire world is hurrying me to grow up

          Yet you always hold me in your palms

          Shielding me from those unknown storms

          When I try to become a perfect child

          To fulfill everyone’s expectations

          You still don’t speak your hopes

          Afraid to add to the weight on my shoulders

(Y/N) arrived with rice boxes, personally handmade by herself. She creaked open the door, pushing the door to the practice room gently so as to not disturb her boyfriend who was probably practicing hard for his upcoming comeback. However, she did not expect to find her boyfriend curled up in the corner of the practice room, half of his face buried into his knees as his tear stricken upper half of his face was evidently shown. His hair was disheveled, his eyes red and blotchy and a depressed aura hung around the boy.

The boy had always been cheerful and bubbly. Being the youngest, he brought youthfulness to the group with older members. However, the sight of having the fifteen-year-old tall lad shrinking up into the smallest ball he could manage was an extremely rare sight, and that current scene in front of (Y/N) developed a sour taste in her chest.

"Oh no..." She walk-ran towards the taller boy, putting down the bag with the two rice boxes onto the practice dance floor with a thud, instantly cradling her boyfriend into her arms, her hands around the back of his head as she lightly pressed his face into her shoulders. She rhythmically stroked the back of his head, hoping that the minute action could provide the sobbing boy some comfort and solace, no matter how small.

"It's going to be all right, it's all fine. I'm here."

(Y/N) had always been mentally aware of the pressure that Jisung had to face from his fans, his members, his family and friends, and from his company. To her, Jisung had been brilliant as a boyfriend, as someone who had always accompanied her from the start and most importantly, as a dancer and performer. She knew that he was capable of unbelievable things, that he could bring his talent to greater soaring heights. But the amount of stress he faced due to high expectations of him brought along with his immense potential and talent was not something easily bearable. She knew that he had it hard, and she wanted to be there for him as he went through all those difficulties. She wanted to be there as his support structure, and help and watch him grow to his greatest potential.

          My imperfect dream—you dream it with me

          My imperfect courage—you say it makes it braver

          My imperfect tears—you laugh and wipe them away

          My imperfect songs—you can sing them all

          My imperfect worries—you worry about them for me

          This imperfect me—you always treat me as your treasure

(Y/N) had known Jisung since they were childhood friends, and when everybody had doubted Jisung when he revealed his dream of being a well-known performer, (Y/N) had always been there supporting him and his dream, never giving up on her belief that he could fulfill that great dream of his.

Every time Jisung talked about his dreams with twinkles in his eyes, (Y/N) was right there, dreaming the same dream beside him.

Every time Jisung heaved a sigh of desperation, (Y/N) was there to encourage him, providing him with words of motivation and believing in his dreams more than he did.

Every time Jisung had wept tears of both joy and sorrow, (Y/N) was there to relish the tastes of life with him.

Whenever Jisung had resigned to the thought that he was nothing special or unique, (Y/N) was always there to convince him otherwise, that he was a diamond gem inside out, and that no one could ever taint his brightness.

          Even if the love you give me isn’t perfect—it’s the most beautiful thing

The boy tightened his embrace on the girl, feeling hope seep back into the cavern of his heart.

It was only her that could make him feel fully appreciated, it was only her that could make him feel fully okay, it was only her that could make him feel as treasured as he deserved to be.

He couldn't say that her love was flawless, but it was ethereal. To him, her beauty was not her beauty on the outside. To him, her beauty laid in her trust and her belief in him, her wholeheartedness to love and accept him for who he really was, no matter how many shortcomings he had.

The love that she had given him wasn't perfect, but it was beautiful to him in every aspect.

To every idol out there who have gone through tough training just to fulfill their dreams of performing on stage, your fans will always be here supporting you all the way. Please don’t give up and persevere.  To anybody who dreams to stand on the same stage as their idols, don’t stop dreaming and persevere too. I hope to see you on stage, smiling for the whole world to see one day.

❤︎