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goldenempyrean · 1 year

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Hey! I have a request. Could you write something where Wanda has been a bit stressed with work, and R had the flu. R doesn't want to add to Wanda's stress, so R hides their sickness. R has to go and do something outside for whatever reason (even though Wanda protests) and when R comes back in, their so delirious and out of it, they tell Wanda they feel sick, even though they don't really know what's going on. Thank you for your time!

Don't You Worry About Me

〚 Notes - Hey! Just another lil piece to fill the gap as I work on the AU :) Oh, please lmk what yall think about the new lil colours for the titles and stuff. I think it looks pretty cool! Also my amazing @lyak12 helped me out with the main idea for this too!〛

〚 Pairing- Wanda Maximoff x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Wanda's been swamped with work lately and the last thing you wanted to was to add to her stress. Even if it means hiding the truth from her. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 3140 〛

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Wanda had spent the last few days battling a nasty case of the flu. She had been feeling weak and achy and was fighting a fever which just wouldn't break, no matter how hard you tried. But she was finally starting to feel better and had even managed to drag herself into her online work that morning. Unfortunately, she’d quickly realised that she was behind schedule on her reports. For some dumb reason Fury had decided to shorten the deadline and now she was quickly running out of time to complete them all.

She tried to focus on her work, but her head was still a bit fuzzy from the fever. She kept having to stop and reread things, and it was taking her twice as long as it should have. She could feel her stress levels rising as the clock ticked on and her to-do list seemed to be getting longer rather than shorter. And despite your best efforts to keep her calm, every little thing only seemed to add to the growing pile of stress pressing down on her. That was probably why you hadn't even registered the aching feeling in your bones, you were far too busy.

But as the day went on, you couldn't ignore the sick feeling that was slowly creeping up on you. Your head was starting to throb, and your throat was beginning to feel scratchy. You tried to push through it, but every time you stood up to grab something, you found yourself feeling dizzy and disoriented.

Around noon you'd decided to make some tea and that's when you'd first noticed it, the weakness in your arm as you went to lift the kettle. That’s when it really clicked for you that you were getting sick, and you had to stifle an annoyed groan. Of course you’d caught it from her. Just great... But it wasn't exactly like you had the time to dwell on it – if you did you’d only end up alerting Wanda to your condition, which was the last thing you wanted, especially when she was already so stressed with her work, so instead you finished up the tea and came to sit beside Wanda in the living room, attempting to clear a space on the coffee table between the piles of paperwork and files to place her mug down.

You could see the frustration and exhaustion written all over her face as she loudly tapped on the laptop settled on her knees. It made your heart ache. You knew that she was the type of person who hated falling behind on her work, especially when deadlines were involved.

Wanda looked up from her laptop and smiled weakly as you placed the mug of tea in front of her. "Thank you," she murmured before turning her attention back to her work. You settled down beside her, trying to ignore the growing ache in your bones. You really didn't want to worry Wanda, especially since she was already stressed enough as it was. "How's your day going?" She asked casually, her voice still a little hoarse from days of coughing.

You shrugged. "Busy, but nothing I can't handle," You replied, trying to sound optimistic, “Can I do anything else for you though sweetheart?” you offered sweetly as you reached out to gently squeeze her thigh.

“Is there any way you could help me with these?” She motioned to the stacks of paper littering the coffee table, “I know it wasn’t your mission but I’m so far behind and Fury’s going to have my head chopped off and hung up for public display if I don’t get this all done.”

You nodded, Fury was known for being strict with deadlines, “Okay baby, do you want me to look over these?” You asked, picking up one of the denser files.

“That’d be amazing.” Wanda sighed in relief as she leant over to kiss your cheek, “You’re doing me such a huge favour baby.”

As you both started working on the reports, you could feel your own weakness and fatigue growing with every passing minute, not to mention the constant feeling like your nose was running leading you to sniffle quietly every so often. But you pushed through it, determined to help Wanda get her work done. Much to your annoyance, over the next few hours, your sniffles only increased, and you were frequently having to take breaks to go and discreetly blow your nose in another room. On a normal occasion you would’ve told Wanda the second you began to feel like something was off, but you knew that telling her would only stress her out further and there was no way you wanted to do that. So, you stayed painfully silent about the growing pressure in your sinuses and continued to diligently help Wanda with her work.

As the day wore on, you could feel the exhaustion starting to take its toll on you. Your body felt heavy, and your mind was starting to feel foggy. You knew you should probably take a break and rest, but you didn't want to let her down so when Wanda suggested taking a break, you instantly jumped on the opportunity.

By the time the two of you were going to bed, you felt thoroughly exhausted. Even just moving felt like a monumental task and you had to fight to stay awake as you brushed your teeth. By some miracle, you managed to finish getting ready for bed without falling asleep, it was just as you were giving yourself a final look over in the mirror when you felt the annoying itch in your sinuses.

“Hh'ishu! Ish'chu! HeH’TSHiew!” Despite your best efforts to stay quiet, your last sneeze ended up being on the louder side prompting Wanda to call out a ‘bless you!’ from the bedroom. You waited hesitantly to see whether she’d say anything else, but it seemed her poor mind was too preoccupied with the looming work of tomorrow for her to connect the dots, so you took the opportunity to thoroughly blow your nose before padding back into your bedroom.

“You tired my love?” Wanda asked, as you sank into the bed, welcoming the warmth of your blankets, “Thanks for helping me out so much today.”

“A little.” You mumbled – ‘a little’ was a huge understatement, “and you don’t need to thank me darling, I just want you to be able to get all this work done.”

“You helped a lot. I'm really thankful.” Wanda murmured quietly as she yawned widely before nuzzling against you, “Goodnight baby.”

“Goodnight Wands.”

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When you woke up the next morning the bed was cold. Painfully cold. You rolled over into the spot where Wanda would usually be led, only to be met with an empty bed. You felt awful, you’d barely opened your eyes when you were struck with a harsh, painful headache nestled deep behind them. Groaning, you tried to sit up, though admittedly it did numerous attempts, and you began slowly massaging temples in a feeble attempt of getting some form of relief.

Pulling your aching body out of bed seemed almost impossible but you did it anyway, trying to take a deep breath as the room span around you. There was no way you were getting properly dressed today, instead you opted to pull on one of Wanda’s fuzzy cardigans instead before heading over to the bathroom.

You really should’ve prepared yourself better for the reflection staring back at you in the mirror. You looked awful. Thick purple bags hung beneath your red, tired eyes, only extenuated further by your sickly, white skin. You hadn’t even had the chance to criticise your fever flushed cheeks before your sinuses reared their complaints and sent you bending at the waist with two strong sneezes only to be followed by a harsh bout of thick coughing which left you trembling and breathless.

After the coughing fit subsided, you stumbled over to the sink and splashed some water on your face. The cool liquid brought a small measure of relief to your pounding head, but it wasn't enough to stop the dizziness from overwhelming you. You leaned heavily against the counter, willing the room to stop spinning. Humouring yourself, you decided to take your own temperature and even that was a huge task, especially when you weren’t able to breathe out of your overly stuffy nose.

However, you managed to hold your breath long enough for the small device to beep loudly, announcing its verdict.

“Oh shit...” You mumbled to yourself, looking down at the numbers on the slightly blurry electronic screen. 39.1 - that really wasn’t good, truthfully it wasn’t just the screen that was blurry, everything around you seemed to be muffled by a thick wall of cotton and you only found yourself cursing again when you opened the bathroom cupboard to see an almost-empty bottle of Flu medicine sitting on the shelf.

Wanda had used the last of it.

Great.

Speaking of. You wished Wanda was here. You needed her more than ever, you craved her comfort and longed for her to tuck you up into bed but no, you were stuck here staring at your pitiful reflection, feeling like death warmed over. Just as you were about to call out for her something stopped you.

She still had her work to do, calling out for her now would only distract her. Muffling another round of harsh, chesty coughs into your sleeve only made tears well up in your eyes. But you didn't cry. You only sniffled and reminded yourself that you were an Avenger too. You might not have powers, but you had resilience and determination, and you weren't going to let the flu defeat you. You just had to toughen up. How far even was the shop anyway? All you needed to do was go out and by yourself some medicine. That’s all you needed to do.

Taking a deep breath, you pulled yourself away from the bathroom counter and slowly made your way to the door. The room spun as you tried to focus on the hallway in front of you. Every step felt like a marathon, your body ached and shivered with every move. But you pushed on, driven by the desire to get better and not let this illness get the better of you.

Ignoring Wanda’s call of ‘goodmorning’ from the kitchen, you reached the front door, opening to only be blinded by the intense light beaming down from the blue sky. It was a beautiful day, the kind of day you would usually spend outside, enjoying the warmth and taking in the sights of the city. But today, all you could think of was getting to the pharmacy and getting back to bed.

With shaky hands, you stepped outside, continuing to ignore Wanda’s calls of confusion. The cool air hit you instantly, and you shuddered, pulling the cardigan tighter around yourself. The pharmacy was only a few blocks away, but each step felt like an eternity. You could feel your temperature rising, your head pounding, and your breathing becoming more and more laboured.

You didn’t know how long you were walking for before you decided to turn back, everything was too much, the light, your wheezing exhausted breathing, everything. Hell, you could barely make out your own hand in front of your pale face as the world spun around you. It was a miracle you’d even made it this far without collapsing.

And so, by the time you’d stumbled back into the safety of your home, all your energy had been thoroughly drained, and you clutched the wall for support, knowing it was the only thing keeping you upright.

“Sweetie? Where did you go?” Wanda called out as the sound of the door closing echoed through your home, hearing no answer, the witch stood up from the table and slowly padded over to peek round the corner only to frantically rush to your side when she saw you leaning weakly against the wall for support, “Oh my god, Y/N?! Holy shit, you’re on fire, why on earth were you outside? When did you get this sick? Fuck Y/N-”

Truthfully, you were only hearing about half of the worried words frantically spilling from her, you were too busy on attempting to keep yourself lucid which was proving to be a very difficult task when the room around you wouldn’t stop spinning, “We need’d med’cine.” Your words came out in a jumbled mess as Wanda pulled you into her arms, cradling your trembling body.

“No, no baby you need to be in bed. Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling sick? When did you even get sick? This can’t be new.” Her anxious tone was impossible to miss as you felt yourself being lifted up into her arms as she carried you in the direction of your bedroom, “Why didn’t I notice this...”

“Yo’ were busy wit’ work.” Your slurred word were barely decipherable and you soon felt yourself being lowered down onto the familiar softness of your bed; a thick blanket being tucked over your shaking body.

Wanda’s face was etched with worry as she looked down at you, “No, I should have noticed. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. My work is nowhere near as important as your health is.” She pressed a cool hand to your sweat-soaked forehead, “You’re beyond burning up...”

Your response was only a mutter of unaudiable words as Wanda quickly rushed out of the room. It felt like she was gone for hours, but in reality, it was only probably a few minutes. But when she returned, she was tightly clutching a small bottle in her hands, “I got this from the neighbours, it isn’t too strong but it’s the only thing we have on hand.”

“Mm?” you tried sitting up, but a firm hand kept you in place.

“No baby, lay down. I just need you to drink this, okay?” Wanda’s words soothed you as she poured out a dose of the medicine and held it to your lips, rubbing your back as you sipped it weakly.

The medicine was bitter and made you scrunch up your face, but you were too weak to protest. Wanda continued to stroke your hair and hum a gentle tune, trying to calm you down as the medicine began to take effect. Gradually, you felt the heat in your body subside a little and your breathing became easier.

“Poor baby, I'm so sorry that I got caught up in all that work.” She whispered quietly, reaching over to grab some tissues when you began fussing with your running nose.

She must’ve been physic or something because only seconds later, you felt your nose burn with that pestering itch again and you only had to energy to turn your head away in the opposite direction to her before...

““Ihsheiueww! Hih...hihhEHHHSHIEW!”

“Awh my poor baby, bless you.” Wanda sighed, taking another handful of tissues to wipe your face before running her hand through your slightly-damp hair, “This bug’s really doing a number on you, isn’t it?”

You could only manage a weak nod in response, feeling utterly drained and exhausted. But as Wanda continued to care for you, you couldn't help but feel grateful for her presence. Her gentle touch and soothing words were the only things keeping you grounded in reality.

As the medicine began to take full effect, you felt your eyes start to droop and your body relax into the mattress. Wanda must have noticed because she leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead before whispering, "Get some rest, my love. I'll be right here with you."

And with those words, you allowed yourself to drift off into a peaceful slumber, feeling safe and comforted in Wanda's loving embrace.

The next time you opened your eyes, the room was dark, and you could see the faint outline of Wanda sitting in a chair beside you, still keeping a watchful eye. She must have fallen asleep at some point because her head was resting against the back of the chair, her breathing slow and steady. You didn't want to wake her, but your throat was parched, and you needed water.

You mustered up all your strength to croak out her name, "Wanda?"

She stirred slightly and opened her eyes, rubbing them to adjust to the dim light. "Hey there, how are you feeling?" she asked softly.

"Thirsty," you managed to say, your gravelly voice barely above a whisper.

Wanda immediately stood up and grabbed a glass of water from the bedside table. She helped you sit up and slowly raised the glass to your lips, supporting your head with her other hand. The cool water felt heavenly on your parched throat, and you gulped it down greedily.

"Thanks," you said, your voice a bit stronger now.

Wanda smiled, "Anything for you, my love."

You settled back down into the bed, feeling a bit more comfortable now that you had some water in your system. Wanda pulled the covers up to your chin and tucked you in, her hand lingering on your forehead to check your temperature.

"You're still warm," she noted. "But your fever has gone down a little, I was seriously debating taking you to hospital earlier y’know.”

The next few days were a blur of fever dreams and fits of coughing, but Wanda remained by your side throughout it all. She made sure you were always comfortable, bringing you hot soup and a cool washcloth to soothe your burning forehead.

Despite the pain and discomfort, there was something oddly comforting about being so vulnerable around Wanda. She never judged you or made you feel weak for being sick. Instead, she loved and cared for you even more, making you feel truly cherished.

As the days passed, your symptoms gradually began to subside, and you started to feel more like yourself again. Wanda was always at your side, encouraging you to take it slow and rest as much as possible.

Finally, the day came when you felt strong enough to get out of bed and move around a little. You stumbled into the living room, feeling a little unsteady on your feet, but Wanda was there to catch you.

"Easy there," she said, smiling gently. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," you replied, your voice still a little raspy from all the constant coughing. "Thanks to you."

Wanda's smile widened, and she pulled you into a warm embrace. "I'm just glad you're feeling better," she whispered. "I was so worried about you."

You hugged her back, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over you. Despite the illness, it had brought you even closer to Wanda, and you knew that you would always have her by your side, no matter what.

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yawneneteyam · 1 year

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gorgeous (10) — think about the consequence.

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"okay, so it's kiri's birthday this weekend and lo'ak and I were going to take her out if you and tsireya want to come?" neteyam tried to not make it obvious how much he wanted her there, but he found himself enjoying y/n's presence more and more, missing it when she wasn't around.

y/n and neteyam were sitting in neteyam's car in the parking lot of an in n' out. he had gotten them lunch, paid for them both again, much to y/n's dismay. instead of driving anywhere to eat, they were both content watching the sunset on the day together in park.

"it's her birthday?" y/n said covering her mouth, trying to not seem too disgusting in front of neteyam. however, she had come to realise how little neteyam cared about what she looked like, sounded like or wore- he was just happy for her to simply exist. so y/n found herself letting go of her insecurities when around him, happy to just be.

"yeah, she likes to keep it pretty quiet," neteyam nodded, eating a few more fries, "not sure why, because whenever we throw her a party, she has a great time,"

"maybe she just wants you to keep throwing parties for her," y/n shrugged, "might be special to her,"

"I think so," neteyam agreed.

"guess who messaged me the other day," y/n raised her eyebrows at neteyam before taking a long sip of her soda. neteyam licked his bottom lip before responding, y/n gazed at them for too long.

"who?" Netayem's eyebrows knitted together as y/n offered him a sip of her drink, he gladly accepted.

"towa'an," y/n scoffed.

neteyam stopped sipping from the straw in between his teeth, "you're kidding," his voice muffled by the paper.

"nope," y/n popped the 'p' on her word before taking another bite of her food.

"what did he want?" neteyam realised how angry he sounded when he spoke, he surprised himself. neteyam could tell that he surprised y/n with his tone too.

"was just asking how I am and stuff like that," y/n shrugged, "trying to talk to me like we're friends kinda,"

"well you're not," Neteyam told her, "he knows that, so he can fuck off,"

y/n's heart began to race faster with the intensity of Neteyam's voice. he sounded pissed off, jealous maybe. neteyam was trying to think about why he was speaking the way he was, but it was like the words fell from his mouth before he could even think. neteyam knew he was jealous.

y/n laughed off his seriousness, "yeah I know that, he knows that" she sighed. "he's just being himself, wanting the attention once he can't have it," she explained. neteyam was trying to listen, he really was- but he couldn't shake what lo'ak had said to him earlier on in the day.

"come on, let me take you back home," neteyam pat her thigh twice before turning the ignition. y/n felt her stomach and thigh tingle from his touch. a soft 'thanks' fell from her lips before netayem reversed out of the parking lot.

his head was now racing with thoughts, he was overthinking the fact that he had touched her leg like that- so high up on her thigh. neteyam wasn't sure if she was comfortable with him doing that, he shouldn't have done it... but he liked it. he liked it a lot.

maybe he did like y/n.

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captain-mj · 1 year

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Ohoho, angst. Soap got captured during a failed mission. The enemy all wear skull masks as they interegate (torture) him. Both to keep their identities hidden and as a mockery of the 141... after finaly being rescued Soap can no longer look at Ghost without fear flooding his body~

Have fun! (If this interests you of course)

I want to eat this ask I love it so much

Ghost had done nothing, absolutely nothing, but look for Soap over the past few weeks. He had been trying so hard to find him. Price had tried everything to make him sleep for a while, but other than a few seconds when his body basically forced him, he hadn't. For the first time, it wasn't insomnia. At least, not his typical insomnia. He'd close his eyes and see his past. How he had been hung by his ribs, the whippings he had dealt with, the surgeries. It wasn't him being tortured now. It was Soap. It was worse now. At least before, it was just him.

So as he cleared the building, he did it methodically. He made them painful but quick. No time to drag it out like he wanted.

It wasn't until the fourth body that he noticed something. A lot of them had makeup on and masks. Ghost had no clue how he managed to go this long without seeing it. The images of the masks swam around in his vision, all too stained with red for him to make any sense of it. He decided to just ignore it.

Johnny was... so tiny looking. The 4 weeks, 5 days and 13 hours had been hard. He had lost so much weight. Ghost took a step into the room he was in, noticing the floor had an inch or so of blood. Mostly dried so probably build up over the past few weeks. He lifted him up, ignoring that he had clearly lost quite a bit of weight.

Ghost was gentle. He had cleared the entire place already. Made sure of it twice before coming to this specific room. It meant he could go as slow as he needed.

Johnny hung limply in his arms and no amount of prompting was getting him up right now. But he had a pulse. Ghost pulled up his mask just enough so he could feel Johnny's breathing on his bare skin. It was easier to keep track this way.

He made his way to exfil and quickly undressed him. Johnny vaguely fought against him, more just waving his hands. He hadn't really woken up yet.

Ghost ignored him entirely, instead just looking. Whip scars. Typical. But there were wounds he didn't recognize. Deep punctures in a pattern. After a moment, he recognized it as barbed wire. It had been wrapped around his waist and wrists, clearly cutting deep into him.

Once bandages covered most of Johnny's skin, Simon gently redressed him. He noticed his hair. It had grown out in patches where it was normally shaved and his hair had gotten longer. Simon didn't like it. Not only was it not the best look, it wasn't Soap's signature mohawk. And while yes, he may tease the man relentlessly for it, it was a lot worse to see it wrong.

Johnny didn't wake up while they sat there. Instead, he lay there, only ever half conscious. Simon checked his eyes, seeing the hazy barely dilating pupils. Drugged to high heaven.

Price came and they were transported. Johnny never left Simon's arms. Simon never pulled that part of his mask down so Johnny's breath hit his skin, causing goosebumps.

"How is he?"

"Physically? Torn to shreds."

"Mentally?"

"Not sure. He still hasn't been lucid unfortunately. Think they dosed him. I think I saw some tranquilizers, but it may be something worse." The medics came. He didn't try to fight, just let them. Johnny needed medical assistance that he couldn't give him. Unfortunately.

Ghost hated that, but he hated not being around Soap more. He walked away from Price and quickly went down the halls. A debrief could wait.

It was hours later when Ghost was told that Soap had woken up. For some reason, he started to get anxious. Soap had been gone for weeks. Selfishly, he hoped Soap hadn't changed like he had. The thought of Soap being different. Cold and hard and distant.

Ghost asked a nurse who showed him and he determinedly didn't slow down as he walked. He went straight to Soap, happy to see his Scott laying in bed, mostly whole from the looks of it. No missing limbs that he could see, both eyes. Bandages around his throat have implications but Ghost doesn't want to think of those right now.

It was a private joke around them for a while. Soap's heartbeat always sped up around Ghost. He always brushed it off to say that it was because Ghost was a big man that startled him. Then, once they started getting a bit closer, he admitted its because Ghost made him nervous for different reasons. So when the little monitor started beeping louder, he wasn't actually that bothered by it.

Then he looked at Soap's face instead of analyzing him. The sheer terror on his face. His eyes as wide as the moon as they stared back at him. He could hear his breath stuttering in his throat.

"Johnny. You alright?"

Soap panted softly, moving from not being able to breath to hyperventilating. His eyes were on Ghost's face. Specifically the skull.

"I got out..." Johnny wheezed out. "I... I got..."

"You did. I helped you."

Johnny hit the nurse button and someone quickly came in, shooing Ghost out. He didn't understand. He saved him. Why was he scared?

Ghost hid in his room a while. Price found him. He must've heard what happened, because he just sat next to him quietly.

"Did he freak out with you?"

"No. He asked for you though. Multiple times. Said he didn't understand why you weren't visiting."

Ghost frowned at that. "I visited as soon as he woke up. Didn't seem to recognize me."

"Probably whatever they gave him making him loopy. Don't take it personally. That's an order."

Ghost laughed a little and nodded. It felt bad somehow. To laugh right now.

Eventually, Ghost went to Soap again. The reaction was immediate, but not nearly as bad. Soap still winced in fear, still white knuckled the sheets, but he seemed to realize he was looking at Ghost at least.

"Lt..."

"Johnny." Ghost didn't move closer, waiting for the okay to move closer.

Soap looked away, visibly shuddering. "The mask..."

Ghost prepared himself. Ready to tell him to fuck off or keep dreaming. Of course, even in this situation, he'd bug him about this.

"It looks like theirs."

Oh. The wind fell out of Ghost's sails. "I'm sorry?"

"They were masks. They looked a lot like the Ghost teams... Your mask..."

Ghost looked around and found a medical one. He switched to that and immediately felt nauseated. His hair was out. Half his fucking face. But after locking the door to his room, he felt like he could handle it to talk to Johnny for now.

"Thank you." Soap mumbled, looking just as upset and rattled as Ghost.

They stared at each other. A pin could drop and they'd hear it and the echo from it.

"I wouldn't hurt you."

"I know. But they did. They did a lot...." Soap didn't sound broken or detached. Just resigned to the fact. He was probably already compartmentalizing. Putting it away in the right boxes so it wouldn't hurt him anymore.

"I won't be able to wear this all the time..." Not only because Ghost couldn't handle it, but a lot would have to change. Price already had to pull so many strings for the balaclava. The amount of paperwork and strings to have his mask changed would take weeks.

"I know. I'll get over it. I promise." Johnny's breathing got hard and uneven again.

"Relax, Johnny." Ghost reached out and Soap flinched back. His hand froze, still mid air between them. "I won't leave you alone.

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rashomonss · 1 year

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A HUMANS WRATH

Part X

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a/n: let’s gooo!! this is officially the 10th chapter of a humans wrath! how are y’all liking the story so far? and don’t worry because there’s plenty more chapters to come! also I’m so sorry for making y’all wait this long life’s been kinda hectic right now especially since I got sick twice, but I seriously thought I posted this instead it’s just been sitting in my drafts… also we’re going back to the original timeline rn enjoy!

warnings: lesson 16 spoilers, choking, mentions of killing, angst

I’ll make sure you’ll know what it feels like

“-don’t know what happened!”

“-.... some space”

“.... calm down”

They were all so loud. All the voices in your room sounded familiar….were they the brothers?

Opening your eyes you winced at the harsh light of your room causing someone to freak out and turn it off. Someone else then turned on a small lamp by your bedside.

After a few moments you sat up and tried to adjust yourself, slowly recalling what had happened; however some loud voices had soon interrupted your thought process.

“You woke them up idiot!”

“Ow! You didn’t have to hit me! Besides blame Asmo not me, he was hovering over them”

“Don’t put the blame on me! You're the one who freaked out when Lucifer said they fainted”

“Shut up! I did not”

“Did too”

“Did not!

“Did too”

“How would you both like to hang from the ceiling for the next five hours”

“Eeep!”

“Wait, we're sorry!”

“Idiots”

“Would you like to join them, Satan?”

“I’ll kill you”

“Could you all quiet down, please” you said, grabbing your head.

The talking stopped and all seven of them turned to look at you. Concerned faces then turned into sparkling eyes as each of them threw themselves on you shouting your name.

It took you a second to register that six demons were now suffocating you. Once it did register however you yelled at them to get off, pushing some off in the process. A few looked at you with sad expressions and then looked towards the eldest brother.

“Don’t be upset, they pushed you off. After all, how would you feel after being rudely woken up?” He said, sighing.

The brothers then looked towards you and apologized, but you returned their apology with a blank stare. Even if it was a matter as small as this one you won’t forgive them.

“Let’s give Mc some space, once they’re good and ready they can come and get us” Lucifer then said realizing you were beginning to feel uncomfortable.

So he then corralled his brothers out of the room and shut the door behind them despite many protests and angry faces. After he made his way towards you, wearing a solemn expression.

“Let’s talk whenever you feel better. I’ll be waiting for you in my office” Lucifer nodded. Without another word he left, leaving you in the dimly lit silence of your room.

Sighing you rolled over in your bed and faced the wall. You didn’t really want to talk to the others, especially Lucifer for that matter. But for some reason a small part of you wanted too, which somewhat annoyed you.

The longer you laid in bed, the more you found yourself wanting to see them again. Which was unnatural because you’ve never experienced that before. This was probably an effect that voice had on you before fainting.

You’ll deal with it later, you thought. This feeling was becoming annoying and you were starting to get hungry. Turning over to face your bedside table you grabbed your D.D.D. and went to the messages.

And what you found were so many you never received before. So many conversations the you here was a part of. So many in which all the beings closest to them expressed just how much they loved them.

You were shocked because you had never really paid attention to the messages in this D.D.D. You only used it to contact the angels and sorcerer. There was much you did pay attention to, you then thought.

You sent Mammon a quick message before getting completely distracted, asking him to bring you some food. His reply was fast, it made you wonder if he was the type to have your chat with him pinned.

This you actually had a few pinned chats at the top of their messages. The first was the “House of Lamentation (New)”. The second and third were “The Royals” and “The Angels”. And lastly was “Lucifer, you S*CK” which made you laugh a bit.

As you continued to read through messages you found out a few more things about the you that resided here.

For starters, the brothers were always getting into trouble and you were always fixing it. Next was the fact that the brothers liked to message you about the most random and unnecessary things, but you still choose to humor them anyway. Why is that?

Third, was that you liked to visit the Lord Demons castle frequently for tea. And fourth was that the bond you shared with the brothers here was nothing more than something special to each of you.

A knock was suddenly heard at your door causing you to jolt and sit up.

“I’m comin’ in okay?” The voice said.

Before you had the chance to respond Mammon pushed open the door carrying a tray of food. When his eyes met yours he smiled and you gave a small smile in response.

“Here ya go. I didn’t know what ya wanted so I just bought a bit of everything” Mammon said, before putting the tray in front of you.

“Thanks,” you quietly said, then began to eat.

Mammon pulled up a chair from your table and sat in front of your bed watching as you picked at the food in front of you. Neither of you said a word but your eyes met his countless times, it looked as if he had something to say but for some reason he wouldn’t say it.

Once you finished he took the tray from you and placed it on the table, then he sat back down and looked at you.

Silence filled the room again, only this time it made you feel a bit awkward. Since he hadn’t said anything yet you spoke, deciding that here and now you would be serious with him in what you were thinking of doing.

“Mammon I want to tell you something”

“Oh what’s up? Ya know you can tell me anything” he smiled.

You looked at his smile, maybe a small part of you felt bad, but in the end you were still the same old you with the same old feeling of hatred for the brothers.

“I want to sever our pact.”

With that the color drained from his face and he stared at you dumbfounded. “What do you mean sever the pact” he said, finally managing to get out.

“I mean I don’t want a pact with you anymore, so let’s break it off. Besides, what kind of demon like you would want a pact with a human such as myself?”

“Wait Mc, let’s talk this over okay? Ya don’t need to be so impulsive with decisions like this ya know” Mammon said, frantically waving his hands around.

“But I’ve given this enough thought and I’m completely sure of myself. Unless you give me a good reason as to why I shouldn’t do this, then I will sever our pact myself.”

“I, I um, well.” Mammon said. His brain was running a mile a minute trying to think of something, anything to say to you. A part of him was upset because he knew that you weren’t his Mc, however he had to stop you before you did something you would regret in the future.

“Mc. Please don’t do this.” He begged, grabbing both of your hands.

The action alone made you want to gag, but unlike the first time he touched you while you were here, this was bearable.

“Is that all? That’s not much of an argument.”

“No, that's not what I meant!” He yelled. “I just don’t want you to do somethin’ you’re gonna regret later.”

You raised an eyebrow and narrowed your eyes at the demon in front of you. “Bold of you to think I would regret something as simple as this. Besides if the only reason you want to keep a pact is to show it off then we’re through”

“What? Where the hell did ya get that idea?” Mammon asked, baffled. The second eldest sighed and looked towards you again before talking.

“I don’t want to sever our pact okay. I don’t wanna lose that connection I have with ya…”

“I was your first man, remember? And as your first I promised to be there for you all the time so don’t go tryna get rid of me now, because it’s not happening ya hear?” Mammon said.

He tried to appear calm and collected as he spoke but in reality he was gripping his pants with all of his strength in hopes he could have persuaded you to not sever your pact.

His anxiety only shot up more when you gave him a blank stare after he finished.

You sighed and then laughed.

Mammon looked at you wide eyed and confused. Was something he said funny? Was it a good thing you were laughing? He didn’t know what was going on and frankly it scared him a bit.

“That was sweet” you thought.

Maybe you won’t sever the pact just yet, you could wait just a bit more. No later than a second an idea popped into your head. If you were to ask each of the brothers the same question how would they respond? You wanted to find out, to see the utter shock on their faces as they tried to come up with an answer.

So that’s just what you sought out to do.

“Alright you win for now.” You said to Mammon, who finally was able to breathe in response.

“Really?” He exclaimed. Mammon was so ecstatic that he was ready to hug you.

However as he launched himself towards you he saw the annoyed face you made as well as the way you flinched away from him. So he stopped and looked towards you.

“Can I…can I hug ya?”

Your eyes went wide as you processed his words, none of them had ever asked if you were okay with being touched before.

After the incident you made a no touching rule due to the sheer fear you harbored after the youngest killed you, but they always choose to ignore it and touch you anyway which resulted in you using the pacts. However, for someone to actually ask you if you were okay with being touched threw you off a bit.

You blinked a few times then nodded slowly.

Mammon slowly made his way towards you and hugged you gently, and much to both of yours surprise you returned the gesture.

After your conversation with Mammon you then went to speak to Levi.

When you told him about wanting to sever your pact he fell off his gaming chair and had a conniption. You’ve never seen him cry before until then, honestly it was a bit refreshing in a sense. But wait did that make you a sadist?

After you spoke to him about severing the pact he claimed that if you did he’d have no reason left to live, which you paid no attention to. However he did confess that he loved you dearly after you said that his previous statement wasn’t a good enough reason for you. It was embarrassing enough for him so you left it at that.

Next was Beel and his reason was actually the only one you felt somewhat touched by.

Beel had told you that he loved you more than anything or anyone. He did mention his love for his twin and brothers, but he said you were different. You were everything to him, so if you broke the connection you had with him then he expressed how upset he would be. But he was the first to say that it was your choice and if you really wanted too then he wouldn’t stop you. You thought that was a decent enough response so you chose to keep the pact with him for now.

Asmo in the end had the same reaction as Levi, the only difference was his mascara ran because he cried more. Like Levi, Asmo exclaimed that he couldn’t live without you, however what you didn’t expect was him to compliment you till you were red in the face. So along with the others your pact with him stayed for another day.

Finally you had made your way to Satan.

You hadn’t spoken to the fourth born much while you were here however he did feed off of numerous amounts of your wrath making you less angry than usual, instead he was more irritable.

You knocked on his door and after a second a quiet “Come in” could be heard. Upon entering you saw him chained to a chair reading a book, and when he made out your figure he narrowed his eyes just the slightest bit.

“Still angry? After being that upset for so long I would have thought you'd be tired by now.” He asked.

“And I thought you would have been set free already but it appears not.”

Satan raised one of his eyebrows then spoke. “I never knew that a human as sweet and tiny as you could harbor so much hatred for others. Sometimes I felt it truly rivaled mine”

You laughed then and continued as well. “ Oh you think so?”

“Please Mc, I haven’t felt that angry since I was born”

You laughed and looked towards him, and before you could even speak he said “no”.

“No?” You questioned, confused.

“I heard you were going around telling everyone that you were debating on severing our pacts. And my answer is no, you will not sever your pact with me.”

You nodded in response. “So that’s your argument? Honestly I’m surprised, I would have thought you wouldn’t have cared”

Satan looked a bit shocked then spoke. “Of course I care about you Mc. I care about you more than anything, hell I worry more about you more than anything.”

“You really do have a way with words,” you replied, all the brothers did. Each buttered you up when you asked them to state their reasoning for not wanting to sever the pact.

Satan didn’t know if that was supposed to be a compliment or not; well that was until he could feel rage boiling up inside you again.

“Mc, l-”

“Let’s leave it at that for now, I have someone else to go see” you said walking out before he could finish.

As the door closed you then made your way down the hallway, and the sound of things being thrown around again in Satan’s room could be heard.

Next was the youngest brother. You decided to go to him first before Lucifer because you didn’t want to see him just yet. In actuality you didn’t want to see Belphegor either but you’d eventually have to speak to him about your pact sometime.

Beel had mentioned his twin was in the planetarium the last time you spoke to him so that’s where you were currently on your way to. Pushing open the door you saw the youngest laying on a bench surprisingly awake at that.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you tried to calm your breathing. There was always something going wrong whenever you would see Belphegor. For example your chest would tighten to the point where you won’t be able to breath so you’d leave before you even got the chance to talk to him. Or your voice would get very shaky and you’d feel your hands sweat whenever you would pick on him.

It was hard to even be alone in a room with him because of the constant fear you had of being killed again. That fear played a large part into how you acted towards the brothers now. If it wasn’t for that constant fear of being on the brink of death again then you wouldn’t be as strict as you usually are.

Maybe if you were never killed in the first place you wouldn’t be like this, you thought staring at the ceiling of the planetarium.

“Are you going to come in?” Belphegor asked, looking over the bench.

Your eyes went wide then you took a deep breath before completely walking into the room. sitting next to the bench he was sitting on. You made sure to put some distance between the two of you just in case of anything.

“Why don’t you feel comfortable around me anymore?” Belphegor asked. He wasn’t even surprised about it since his question came off as very blunt. After he asked you he sat up and faced you tilting his head waiting for your response.

“Take a guess, I’m sure you’re smart enough to figure it out,” you said, not looking back at him.

The demon in response sighed and laid back down, turning over to face the ceiling. “Is it because I messed up your bed again?”

“You’d think I’d be this upset over such a small thing? Well you're not wrong, however that is not why I'm upset.”

Belphegor knew what you were referring to, however he didn’t want to bring it up. He hoped after the whole thing happened you’d forget it, and you actually did to his surprise. It’s not like he didn’t want to apologize, he just never thought the time would be right. Maybe he shouldn’t have waited this long but he couldn’t help it. He was a coward.

Belphegor was afraid of what you would say if he did apologize. He was afraid to say anything to you because he didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that he killed you. You were someone so dear to him now, and the fact that he took away your life once was something he’d liked to forget.

However for you to now take out your anger on him and him alone because you remembered that one trivial event really took a toll on him. But maybe he did deserve it.

Maybe this was finally his karma being served to him, no matter the circumstances he didn’t like seeing you this upset.

He was going to apologize. Now was the time, even if it was too late he was still going to try, he thought siting back up to face you.

“Mc I-“

“Shut up”

Belphegor felt his mouth snap shut at your command.

Your eyes finally met his, and they were ones filled with pure wrath. So much so that it could even rival Satan’s own.

“I was going to ask you the same thing I asked all of your brothers, but being here in the same room with you has changed my mind” you said.

“You don’t deserve my attention”

As you said that you leaned closer to the Avatar of Sloth as he slouched onto the bench. He appeared to be trying to distance himself from you but you continued to close the gap by towering over him.

“Stay.”

As you issued another command he jolted in place. This version of you was dangerous, he knew that much. But as you continued to stare him down only now did he truly feel helpless.

“I hate you, you know that? It’s because of you that I have panic attacks now. It’s your fault I get so upset. You are dead to me and you always will be.” You exclaimed lifting your hand up.

“I’ll make sure you know just what it feels like to be betrayed by someone you trusted so dearly.”

Reaching out you grabbed his throat with your right hand and squeezed. Belphegor made a choking sound in response as he struggled to breathe. Upon hearing that you put another hand around his neck then pushed him further onto the bench.

Belphegor was scared. He wouldn’t want to admit it but having you choke him without him being able to fight back really did terrify him.

Was this how you felt?

As you continued to squeeze his neck harder he felt himself become lightheaded, but what scared him the most was the look on your face.

You looked so happy.

So….relieved. You finally made him understand what it feels like. Why didn’t you just do this sooner? Well it doesn’t matter in the end, you finally got what you wanted you thought, as a single tear fell from Belphegor’s eye. His vision was becoming blurry but he was still able to make out your last statement before passing out. And it was,

“I am going to kill you”

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annie-creates · 2 months

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Stupid test mark

Pairing: Lady Lesso x reader (platonic)

Genre: fluff

Words: 800

Note: This request probably took me longer than it shoud have but I hope you'll still like it. Thank you so much for trusting me with it.

The school year was nearing it’s end, which meant the professors put twice as much pressure on you. You could hardly count all the assignments and tests in the last few weeks. You wanted to do good, even better since you studied at the school of evil and it’s students were notoriously known for bad grades and behavior. You wanted to get all the best marks and shove it down the good students’ throats. Your striving was deemed half useless by the grade you got in deadly potions class however. You did your best to study and prepare for the exam, but apparently your best still wasn’t good enough to get at least a C+.

It was all you could think about when you read your books long into the night or absentmindedly rummaged through the food on your plate. Even your skin got paler than usual thanks to the lack of sleep and nutrition. Something the Evers picked on you for. As you went from one class to another, you could hardly pay attention being too concerned with what other grades and classes you could screw up in. You didn’t want your overall mark to drop even more, yet every time you tried to focus on your studies the C- was right in front of your eyes, mocking you and reminding you that you failed and will never be good enough again.

“Y/l/n!” Lady Lesso slammed her cane into your table startling you. “Would you mind paying attention in my class!?”

“I… I’m sorry miss.” You were too intimidated to even look her in the eyes, opting to point your sight into the table instead.

“Eyes on the blackboard.” She warned you, not in the mood to have to reprimand you again.

You did what she said, keeping your eyes on the lecture even through the stinging feeling in them. The last thing you wanted was to disappoint your dean. You already felt like a failure, you didn’t need anyone else to think so about you too. You wanted people to be proud of you, to say “this Never made it in life”. You wanted to be adored and admired, not made fun of and picked on. This all swirled in your mind so loudly you didn’t even notice the ring bell announcing the end of class.

“Y/n?” Lady Lesso called out to you with a noticeably lighter tone. “You seem to be quite unpresent today. Mind enlightening me on why that is?”

“I’m sorry, I just have a lot on my mind. I didn’t want to get distracted in your class.” You tried to avoid any confrontation.

“Nonsense. You are one of my best students and you always pay attention, what got you so unfocused?” Lesso pressed you a bit.

“Well… I got a really bad grade from my potions exam. I studied really hard, but turns out my best isn’t good enough. I’m a failure.” You admitted avoiding her sight.

“Oh my. Do you think I’m bad at my job?” The dean challenged you with a pointed look.

“Uh, what? No, of course not!” How could she think that based on what you said?

“Then where do you get the audacity to say that the best of my Nevers is a failure?” she folded her hands over her chest.

“Um… I… I don’t…” you were at a complete loss of words.

“Don’t you ever think about saying such bullshit again.” Lesso put a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” You apologize for like a third time in the last five minutes.

“You are one of the most talented Nevers I’ve seen in a long time. You could be the reason Evil strikes a win once again. I know that’s a lot of pressure for a young mind like yours, but I wouldn’t be saying it if I wasn’t convinced you can handle it.” Lady Lesso declared with a deep look straight into your eyes.

“I… thank you Lady Lesso.” You didn’t really know what to say to all the expectations she had from you, but you hoped to live up to them.

“There’s no need to thank me. You have great things ahead of you, things some stupid test mark can’t take away.” She winked at you, building your confidence up. “Now, I want you to forget about some foolish potions class and focus on the things you have coming up. I have no doubt you’ll be graduating this year on the top of your class with the progress you’ve made.”

“I will. Thank you.” You nod with a sincere smile and leave her class much more enthusiastic.

If Lady Lesso thought you are the one to do great things in life, who were you to say otherwise? She surely must know what she’s talking about.

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waywardcrow · 3 months

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Timeless.

Chapter V.

Summary: 1943. 1975. 2024. Three different decades, three different lives, three different times your life and Bucky's interwined; he lost you twice, will he do it again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader.

TW: It can change each chapter but themes of Bucky as soldier in WWII and as the Winter Soldier in general, lots of feels, a little bit of angst, fluff, two cuties pinning after each other, 40’s!reader is mentioned to be named Beth but that changes for 2024 version of her so I nicknamed her little bird for Bucky, Ace for everybody else, this will be a +18 story so minors dni.

Disclaimer: Please remember english is not my first language so if I make a mistake or forget something let me know.

Pictures from pinterest and graphic and dividers by the amazing @ firefly-graphics so all credits to the creators.

Previous chapter <;<<

Harper sent you the most astonishing suit you had ever seen.

The color complimented your skin tone, the cut was clean and highlighted every part of your body you liked; she left a note on top too.

“This is your new beginning, Ace, go get them.”

It made you smile, still you didn’t wear it, the suit was too expensive. Your choice was one black plain pencil skirt, white blouse and simple heels. Your makeup and hairstyle wasn’t too special also, you wanted Pepper Potts to see what you were capable of beyond your fashion choices.

After making your way to the tower and making all the procedure, you met your new boss.

“Maria is going to give some training and we can get some things done as we start working together” the ginger woman said behind her desk, you gave a nod and she smiled “relax; you’re going to do great.”

You didn’t know how to relax; it wasn’t in you to be able to do it.

Maria Hill, an intimidating but efficient woman, made you sign a confidentially contract which was fine with you, you were given an enormous pile of information that made you believe you were not qualified enough for this.

“Thank you miss Potts- Pepper” you rectified, giving her a list of her things to do “miss Van Dyme is coming after lunch to discuss your partnership with Pym industries and Dr. Stephen Strange asked for an appointment tomorrow too, you have your daughter’s teacher reunion at ten so maybe after it could be a good time”

“It’s perfect, Ace” the happy tone in her words made you smile. After being so long stuck with someone who only made you feel stupid, it was nice to have some reassurance.

You both went about your day and the familiar environment of the office setting helped you to focus instead of losing it, you were working with the Avengers! Your folks barely believe it when you called them, in all honesty you almost couldn’t believe it too.

The day was easy, probably because Pepper wanted you to don’t give up and when you least expect it, it was time to go home.

“Are you sure miss- Pepper?” you asked for the millionth time, obviously going home before midnight wasn’t usual for you.

“I’m completely sure, Ace. Please go home and rest, tomorrow we have a great day” not very convinced, you did what she say and after saying goodnight you took your things and walk to the elevator.

When the doors opened your heart raced in your chest.

Sergeant Barnes smiled at you when you entered the elevator, giving you enough space between your bodies.

“Are you ok, miss?” his smile faltered and you tried to look less like an idiot.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, just tired” you lied “I didn’t see you all day”

In the moment your words left your mouth, heat rushed to your cheeks, what the fuck were you doing?

“I was working on something with Sam, he can be a pain in the ass sometimes” he explained without making evident how dumb you were being. The doors opened again and he walked with you to the entrance “are you going home or-?”

“Home” it was a whisper under the city noise but he could hear you perfectly.

“Maybe I could drive you there, if you want” it sounded crazy but he almost looked shy, like you were about to reject him. For a moment, the memory of your dreams about that boy smiling at you in the moonlight came back.

“Yeah, I’d like that”

It was the right answer, his face light up and it took you a second to remember how to breathe.

Bucky directed you to his car in silence which was a good thing because your head was a complete mess, what were you doing? There was no way you could deny you felt attraction towards him but it wasn’t like you were the only one, the man was breathtaking so you were just reacting to that, it was a complete different story to think something could happen between you two.

He opened the door for you with the same politeness he let you walk first out of the elevator and your hands shook a little. It was nothing, he was a gentleman, he came from the time gentlemen were a thing, for all you knew he probably had a beautiful girlfriend waiting at home, ready to welcomed him with mind blowing sex and plans of a future together.

Being the silly hopeless romantic you were, the thought made your heart ache.

“Did you forget something at the tower?” he asked again when he started driving, Bucky looked a little concerned about you so you tried to smile.

“I’m fine, sorry, just leave me near the next subway station”

“Why would I do that? You are not going to the subway and not at this hour, little bird, it’s too dangerous” Bucky was too affronted to realize his mistake but you weren’t.

“Little bird?”

For a moment you could see how his jaw clenched, like he was scolding himself but then it was gone and he gave you a boyish smile.

“It’s ok if I call you that? Just felt appropriate, you’re sweet and small and I don’t know” he shrugged before the light turned green and then you didn’t think about anything else but how perfect it sounded that nickname in his voice.

“I’m obviously small next to you Bucky, you grew up like ivy around a stone house, don’t ya think?”

The most melodic laugh came out of him and you weren’t in his car anymore, instead it was a tent surrounding you and the chill of the autumn air around you.

You started bickering like you knew each other all your lives, he asked you about your day and then you asked about his and what had him so busy with Sam which led to something very interesting.

“Alright, in my defense I don’t go around looking for old ladies to charm” he defended himself after telling you a story about a bingo night in Louisiana with Sam and a very nice old lady who gave him her number.

“You’re a heartbreaker, Bucky Barnes” you told him holding back your laugh, he was so cute when he was all flustered, you could swear you saw him like this before.

“I used to be”

He stopped in front of your building and the sad tone in his voice made you want to reach for his hand to comfort him, despite that your hand stayed still.

“I’m pretty sure you still are, maybe you don’t find the right lady yet”

His sky blue eyes found yours, making the air inside the vehicle heavy with unspoken words. His gaze never left your face; he looked like he was fighting with himself.

“I did find her, actually” Bucky finally said and your hopes crashed against each other.

“Oh” was everything you could say.

“In the 40’s, she was… she was gone shortly after I disappeared” his voice was barely a whisper but you could hear him perfectly being that close, this time your hand closed around his.

“I’m so sorry Buck” your jealousy was long forgotten, a silly crush was nothing compared to losing someone like that, when the details of his pardon were made public they said that he was believed to be dead when in reality he was captured a second time by Hydra, you couldn’t imagine how it was for his lover to lose him twice when he was alive and suffering and for him to lose the woman he loved with everything else that monsters took from him.

A heart crushing pain that was always there hit you, your soul aching for both of them, for the young soldier Bucky was, for the woman who surely waited until her last breath to see him again.

“Please don’t cry little bird, I didn’t mean to make you cry” he wiped your tears with his hands and your skin felt hot at the contact, why were you crying? God, he surely would think you were an idiot or a fake jerk.

“I’m fine, I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying” stopping was impossible but Bucky didn’t look at you like you lose your mind, instead he hugged you, rubbing circles in your back. His scent of leather and mint made you close your eyes and start to relax.

“Everything is ok little bird, you’re fine, I’m fine” he mumbled against your hair.

Taking a deep breath, you calmed down and put some space between you two.

There was concern in his beautiful face and that was normal after your behavior but there was also something more, something that made you both move towards each other before a honk startled you, making you fall from his arms.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Barnes, I don’t know what happened to me” you apologized, taking your purse before he could say anything and getting out of the car to your department.

You didn’t stopped running until the door closed behind you.

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zaceouiswriting · 10 months

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The Master of Fulfillment

Character: Jason Todd (Wayne) x male reader, Dick Grayson (Wayne) x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in DC

Warnings: Smut, degrading, slurs, cuckolding, Master/Slave, choking

Read it with the thought that Dick and Jason aren't adopted brothers but blood brothers, which makes it all the more intense.

It was an odd sight. Jason and I come to this cafe almost every day as his work takes up most of his time, and it's right across the street from his workplace. My work is easy and gives me a lot of time. It mostly means that I'm constantly alone without my loving boyfriend. At this point, I can't even recall seeing him naked for more than five minutes or him bending me over for more than a moment.

The saddest part? I wasn't even mad about it. Because a quicky with him is really... quick. Not only is it dissatisfying, but it also makes me feel a kind of angry resentment. Since the first few months of our relationship, he hasn't taken the time to make me cum just by fucking me like he used to. He promised it would be a short thing, but three years have passed, and nothing has changed.

We've been drifting apart for a while because he just doesn't seem to care anymore. Sometimes I think he's aware of it, but then again, he doesn't change it. That's probably what annoys me the most. For a few months now, I don't even give him a quickie without rolling my eyes in annoyance. He stopped asking about it, which obviously made him unhappy as well. Yet, still no change.

I lost my sex drive a long time ago. Or I thought so. Because the strange sight, which is completely different from any other visit we have made here, makes me feel things I haven't experienced in a long time. A tight-fitting shirt, bulging arms big enough to crush my head if they want to. An obviously well-trained chest and an eight-pack under the cloth. But the most important thing besides his perfectly square face and impeccable haircut? His damn tight pants. With a nice firm butt. But the most cloth hugs, his massive bulge. It looks at least twice as big as Jason's. I could immediately feel jealousy rising in me for the person lucky enough to be the partner of this god.

I can feel my own pants tightening. I had to take my eyes off this man made of pure sex.

Logically it shouldn't be a strange sight to see a cop, not even a handsome one, at a coffee shop, but he was strangely alone. Usually, they are never alone buying coffee or something to eat for all their colleagues.

I've tried to ignore his existence, but every now and then, my eyes would wander to him, his well-built body, and whenever he shifted his stance, I would stare straight at his massive bulge. He's been there a lot longer than he should have been. But who was I to look a gift horse in the mouth?

Just as I was thinking about it and staring at the back of his head, he suddenly turned around with a scowl plastered over his face, but as soon as our eyes met, his face strangely relaxed. But soon, his eyes wandered up and down my seated body. I could only feel like a piece of meat under his gaze. A grin appeared out of nowhere on his devilishly handsome face, showing off his perfect pearly white teeth and, in particular, two sharp upper teeth.

A bright red blush appeared on my face, so apparent that even Jason couldn't miss it. "Are you all right, babe? Are you sick?” he asked worriedly. He even went so far as to stand up, leaning slightly toward me, and to put his rough, warm hand on my forehead to take my temperature.

His loving touch made me sick. "Maybe you should go and splash some cold water in your face? It might help,” he told me softly but firmly. There's something strange in his eyes, but I can't quite put my finger on what. Somehow I feel compelled to do as he told me. But before I could leave - shortly after I got up - he pulled me in a quick, smooth movement, very close to him. He definitely could feel my hard cock on him. But he ignored it. Instead, he kissed me deeply. He even went so far as to stick his tongue in. His love is on full display.

For a second, he felt like old Jason, the high school football captain I fell in love with, so rough and domineering. But as soon as we parted, he shyly looked away. My stomach turns with disgust.

Without saying another word, I walk away from him without looking at him again. But the cop - I daydreamed so much - got a look from me. Why? I have no idea. Surprisingly, he already looks at me with hunger in his dark blue eyes and lets them run over my body again before I finally disappear into the bathroom.

I lean against the closed door, breathing heavily. Why does this man make my heart beat so fast? Why was my body sweating so much? And why can't I answer any of these questions?

For a moment, I was so lost in my own thoughts that I forgot this was an open toilet. Quickly, before someone tries to open it and maybe knocks me over, I move away from the door.

I'll go over to the sink, open the water, and splash it in my face as Jason told me to. But why am I doing what he told me? Maybe it was the tone of his voice… so demanding it felt like old Jason.

I shook my head, knowing better. He's gone soft. Too soft.

I remember Jason standing over me in the locker room after one of his team members fucked me for the first time. Jason was so jealous. He was so deliciously rough. He treated me brutally. He didn't care if I got bruises from his treatment. Once, he even gave me a black eye. I vividly remember cumming hard that night: no one else could make me cum like this.

A strange feeling on my face snapped me out of my head the second time. Glancing slightly up in the mirror, I discover a single frustrated tear. But at that moment, I realized something: I still love this soft idiot.

I need to talk to him to find out what's changed! Just as I turned around, the door to the restrooms suddenly opened, startling me a little. For a second, I think it might be Jason to fulfill a long-forgotten sexual fantasy of his. But when I could see the blue of a police officer's uniform, a certain sadness came over me. However, this feeling only lasted a second before a strange excitement came over me.

Confused as to what to do, I rush to the urinals. I quickly pull my pants open and get my cock out. Nervously I tried to pee, but nothing came out. Even though I could feel my bladder filling up out of nowhere, I couldn't let a drop out.

The intimidating footsteps of the cop only make it worse. I hope he would walk down as far as possible. Best at the other end of the room. I decided to keep my eyes closed and pray; until I could no longer hear his footsteps. Despite all this, he came to stand right next to me.

Suddenly my heart started beating faster again. Frightened, I open my eyes only to glance sideways and see the intimidating statue of this muscular mountain of a man. But his eyes were forward and closed just like mine a second ago.

He deftly undid his fly without looking and fished something out, seeming to have some difficulty with it, commenting with annoyed little noises. The depth of his voice shocked me to my core. I look up for just a moment at his sharp, masculine features. But even from the bottom corner of my eye, I could see beige skin sticking out of the front of his pants.

And when my eyes noticed whatever it was, my mouth went dry. "Fuck!" I exclaimed loudly. Involuntarily I would like to add! It was just a reaction.

Even after I could hear a deep laugh, I couldn't take my eyes off this huge hunk of meat. His cock is thicker than my wrist and even limp as long as Jason's hard cock. Jason isn't small by any measurement, but this cop's cock is on another level.

But nothing could intimidate me like the sudden powerful jet of water that this man let out, completely occluding my bladder. It's so aggressive that I know he's doing it to intimidate me even further. And it's an eternity before he finally shakes off with a deep, low, satisfied groan.

He pulls back his foreskin and waves it to get the last drops out. But even then, he didn't pack it up again. Instead, he stroked it lazily. It scared me. Not because it wasn't damn hot to see this man do something like that, but because he might notice me staring at him.

A quick glance upwards is enough to see that he is looking down at me. The hunger in his eyes is darker now. "So you're a fag?" he asks with a malicious grin. He seems to know exactly what he's doing. Because for some reason, I could feel some kind of lust tightening in my stomach or wherever.

He boldly steps back from the urinal and holds his semi-hard cock in his massive hand, which would take him at least two more to completely enclose his cock. My eyes widened at the realization that this man wants me, not only wants me but might even want to destroy me, considering his... question.

“I-I-“

"Don't be shy," he mused. He comes closer with his feet straight and pushes me further back. "Touch it," he commanded me. Although his voice sounded sweet, I could feel the pressure of authority pressing on me.

Before I know it, I hold out my shaking hand. Soon I'm touching the fat cock head and feeling a wetness on it. The urge to try it rose in me. But I couldn't! I have a boyfriend! That thought, thankfully, brings me back to my senses. I quickly try to withdraw my hand. But before I can do that, something inside me stops my movements for some reason. I look up anxiously and look the officer straight in the eyes. He angrily stares down at me.

"I see you want more, don't you? Greedy little fagot!” His dark, murderous eyes are now paired with an equally sinister laugh that startles me so much I stumble backward. I almost fall to my knees from sheer weakness. "Get on your knees!" he suddenly orders me.

“Wha-“

"I'm not repeating myself!" he growled right in my face.

"I-I can't! I ha-have a boy-boyfriend!” My teeth are chattering from fear.

All he does is mock me. "You mean that guy out there? The one you flinched from when he touched you? Can't he satisfy a whore like you? Is he that pathetic?”

A sudden surge of caution washes over me. Finally free of this moment, I pull my hand away, even though I mentally curse myself for it. "It's not like-"

"You already cheated on him just because I took out my obviously bigger cock. It's only a matter of time how long it will be before you're begging to take it up your little bitch hole!"

He grins down at me so arrogantly that I immediately believe he is the case and then some. I don't seem to be his first victim of lust. That much is clear. But if you look like him, are built like him, and have a cock like him? Who can blame him for using it to his advantage? I would do the same if I were in his place.

A thick, awkward silence falls over us for a long moment. He just stares, seemingly trying to understand me. But then his face suddenly twists into pure disappointment. Tightened, he clicked his tongue dismissively. Right before me, he tucks his monster cock back into his pants and pulls up his fly. He gives me one last dissatisfied look before turning around.

Suddenly a pang of disappointment comes over me. But why? Is it because a man like him wants me? Do I want to please him? Do I want to please him more than being faithful to my loving boyfriend?

Everything goes so fast, and all these thoughts shoot through my head within seconds of him turning around. He only took two heavy steps, and it is impossible not to miss him. Even his footsteps showed a tremendous amount of authority. They are so powerful that I wish he would step on me.

At that moment, my mouth opens: "Stop!" I call after him, out of breath. For a moment, I did not realize that I'd said anything.

Before I know it, my back hits a wall so hard it takes my breath away. It was hard to focus again. But when I finally managed to come back, a broken moan escaped my lips. A massive hand gripped my throat and cut off my windpipe. But I don't care. After all, it's this man. His eyes were even darker than before.

His mouth opens, and he even says something, but the only thing I can focus on is his hand which I wish would beat me red and blue. I've never seen so many veins in a hand or forearm as he does.

From one moment to the next, my ears start ringing as my head flies to the side. For a second, I feel like a star hit me - literally.

"Are you back, bitch?" he asks smugly. He seems to know that everything about him makes me lose focus.

As pathetic as I am right now, I try to talk, but all that comes out is a choked sound. At that moment, I realize that his hand is still around my neck. So I nod submissively.

"Good," he says, still as smug as before, "because now you're going to listen to me carefully, understood?" Again I nod. "We don't have time for all the fun, so I'm going to turn you around, get you ready for a moment, and then fuck you stupid, got it?"

Unable to do anything else, knowing I'll do anything to feel his hand on me and not wanting to disappoint him again, I nod. Still grinning, he takes his hand from my throat. Instead, he cups my chin between his thumb and index finger. Carefully, gently he slaps my face.

"Good boy," he whispers huskily in my ear.

Never in my life has my cock become as hard as it is at this moment. I squirm under his intense gaze. His callous hands trail down to my chest. So out of fear, I close my eyes, enjoying his full attention, only to be carelessly grabbed and thrown around. I soon find my face crushed against the disgusting white tiles of the bathroom.

He presses close to my back. I can feel his hardening cock poking against it. This man is just too big... in all regards. But he doesn't let that bother him. Instead, he uses the big body size difference to masturbate with my lower back.

His head is so close and yet, so far away that he has to bend down to let his breath tickle the hairs on the back of my neck and the fine hairs on my ears. For a second, I think he's going to kiss me. His lips are this close to my skin. "Are you clean?" he asks suddenly.

Confused by this question, I try to turn my head to look askance at him. Before I can do that, though, he pushes my head back to where he wants it. I fearfully gasp for air. "Yes," I answer him. Hoping he means if I'm healthy.

An intrusive feeling snaps me out of my thoughts as I feel a long finger poking through the crack in my ass. My eyes shoot down in shock. My pants are on the floor, around my ankles. How did he do that? I neither felt nor heard anything. I didn't even feel the cold breeze around my bare legs like I do now!

"And your hole, bitch?" His breathing gets ragged, hopefully with excitement, as mine does.

It feels so personal, too much, if I'm being honest. On the other hand, I'm standing in front of him half-naked, ready to take anything he wants to give me, just like the slut he thinks I am. And I can't even blame him for that. Then that's precisely how I'm behaving in this moment.

"I-I never ga-gave up my special diet," I choke out as his finger circles my tight hole. I realize how much I need a real man to touch me there and use my hole like it's his.

"Hmm..." he hummed contentedly. "What a good boy you are," he muses again, the smug grin evident in his voice.

As he calls me that again, my resolve shatters. My knees give out. Before I can move too much, though, his hands are on my waist. "Don't worry, I've got you," he murmured, "you're not the first whore to go weak in the knees. Although it usually doesn't happen until they find out how long my tongue is."

I'm gasping for air, confused as to what he could mean. But suddenly, his head is gone. Even more confused, I gather all my strength and press my hands against the wall to get my head off it. I can barely move my head, but my eyes immediately take in what is happening. This god of a man crouches behind me, his head level with my butt.

"Nice ass, I'll give you that," he says absently. With his hands, he kneads my perfectly round ass cheeks. A slap ripped a big moan out of my throat. "A perfect jiggle." At this point, he's just mumbling. He smacks my ass a few more times, though.

Until his voice suddenly gets even lower, with which he says a single word after a particularly hard slap on my ass: "Fuck".

Both together lead me to the most humiliating experience that I have ever happened to me in my entire life. With no warning or ability to stop it, I groan loudly.

It would certainly have been less humiliating if it hadn't snapped the cop out of his horny trance.

"Are you really that needy, bitch? Well, then maybe we should start?”

Of course, that's not a question because only a second later, I feel his wet tongue on my hole. It's not hard for the tip to break through, considering his fingers have already made me pretty loose.

But he quickly pulls out the tip of his tongue just to lick my hole up and down, teasing it with the tip only to give it a big lick again. Honestly, he has driven me crazy within seconds. With my arms flat against the wall and my head banging against it, I let him do as he pleases.

He pays more attention to my needs than Jason has in years. For years he just fucks me until he's done and then leaves. But this cop? A man I've never met before - I might add - really knows what he's doing, like a pro.

I should soon find out what he meant by the comment about his long tongue because everything in his regard seems to be... extraordinary. I even believe that his tongue alone could get into my stomach. Of course, it can't. But he reaches in extremely far and covers my insides with his spit. He even goes as far as to spit deep inside me once or twice. Preparing me to take his monster cock without lube.

The once cool tiles no longer comfort me. The officer's hot, wet tongue gives me pleasure like no one has before. Not even Bryan, who before the officer was the best fucker I've ever had. And the officer still has to give me what I really want. What I desire, since I have noticed him.

But apparently, he won't give it to me without a fight. Because all he does is please me with his powerful tongue.

Soon, however, even the thoughts that, not so long ago, fill me with fear and disappointment in myself for giving myself to another man and the desire to please him.

All I can do now is fixate on the tongue deep in my greedy hole. The bumps on his tongue massaged my sensitive insides. But what really gets me going is the flexibility of his tongue. Suddenly, he rolls his tongue and uses it like an icebreaker to penetrate me even deeper.

For a second, my mind is blank. When I come to, I'm lying flat against the wall, a hand behind my back holding me tighter against it while an arm around my knees keeps me upright. I can feel the arrogant smirk on my butt, but at this point, I know he's right. I might not like it, but he's a sex god who can turn even something as simple as a rim job into a feast of pleasure.

The tingling sensation of his tongue going deep into areas previously reserved for cocks is just too nice. His tongue is obscene, as are the moans he can filter out of me. I'm already on cloud nine… no, wait, cloud eleven. He gets me high just through my lust.

My brain is so slow I don't feel his tongue leave my hole and gape like a fish out of water. It even takes a moment before he realizes he's spitting in, only to have his long fingers push it in deeper. And it takes even longer before I realize he's talking to me.

I slowly take in his words and somehow find the strength to turn my head slightly. I look at him with blurred eyes, the area around his lips shows a slight reddishness, but it's almost imperceptible.

"I don't think I can do it," I murmur almost silently.

"But a really good boy would do that for his man."

“You aren-“

"Do I have to punish you?" His voice suddenly drops again, and his eyes, which gleam with lust, are filled with anger and disappointment.

With new tears forming in my eyes, I shake my head. It puts back a smug smile on his full lips. "Good," he says before he takes my hand and puts it on his crotch.

Why he wants me to undo his fly again is beyond me, and with my shaking hand, it's no easy task anyway. It takes a while before I can even get my hands on it and even longer before I can open it. But the man doesn't care. He's patiently waiting for me to obey his commands like I'm his whore.

He still helps my hand reach into his pants and leans forward again before I can pull him out. So I can only jerk him off a little over his underwear. "I've never seen a fag like you, who is more like a whore than a regular fag and is falling apart so damn easily. You haven't even tasted my...dick." The last word lingered for a while, seductively.

One moment he's praising me, and the next, he's demeaning me, but unfortunately, both kind of turn me on. I've never bothered with either of them before have only done them to my partners, but now with him? With this man? I want to hear it from him, over and over again, both. Maybe it's his soothing, authoritative voice or his body and what he represents.

“I-I-“

"Try not to think too much," he says, still smugly. "I'm going to fuck you now whether you like it... or not. You asked me to do it, so I'll do it, and if I like your sweet little hole, I might make it mine."

A thousand things go through my mind, but mostly Jason, my faithful, loving boyfriend, who's still at the cafe...alone...waiting for me, and I'm here, with another man, no. .. a real man, someone who can give me what I need. "I can-"

Just as I begin to speak, a sudden pressure is applied to my not yet opened wide enough hole. The pain races through my body, but my mind is too busy to react immediately. On the other hand, the man behind me is more than ready. Before I know it, a hand blocks my mouth, and another arm pulls both of my hands behind my back and holds them there, just to be safe, I suppose.

"Now be a good little boy and scream!"

Without a second thought, the officer rammed into me. It overwhelms me. It feels like he's splitting me in half. While at the same time not giving me much time to understand what he's doing. Then, just a moment after ramming as much as he could into me, he pulled back completely. Every sound I want to make gets stuck in my throat. I just couldn't get it out.

I can feel an intense gaze on the back of my head. With his head far away from mine, his deep voice suddenly roared, "I told you to yell for me, you stupid fag!" After saying this, the officer, annoyed at my uncooperative, aims and rams his massive dick back into my hole.

Finally, muffled screams echo through the room, and tears run down the officer's rough, large hand. Almost as soon as those painful screams come from me, I hear a loud moan of satisfaction behind me.

"You're a lot tighter than I thought...Your boyfriend is even more pathetic than I thought...Shit, so fucking tight!"

Even though he's using me like a fucking toy and doesn't seem to care how much pain he's causing me, I admit it's exactly what I need. I might not be able to walk for a few days and perhaps even bleed because the cop suddenly opens my tight hole so wide. But I already know I'll be needing something like this more often. I would prefer it if he never pulled his cock out again.

I'm so far gone after he pushes himself back inside me that my screams soon become bubbling noises.

Almost as if he's waiting for something like this to happen, he removes his hand from my mouth without breaking his rhythmic movements. "Did you try to say something?" he asks smugly. His breathing is even as if this is something normal to him. Remembering his massive, muscular physique and thinking that he's not just a gym rat but an athlete through and through gives me my answer to my unasked question. Somehow it made this situation even more erotic.

"Roem, a ened erom," I tell him. Everything is right in my head, and I tell him I need more. But when I hear my own words, I am deeply embarrassed.

He chuckles darkly, knowing as well as I do that he's already broken me after just a few moments of him fucking me. Suddenly, a strange, unfamiliar glow appears in his eyes. Just as it appears, he forcibly turns my head and pulls it back, arching my back. As he smiles down at me, terror courses through my veins. Whatever's going on in his head, it can't be good.

Suddenly something wet hits my face. Barely able to open one of my eyes, I see that his smile has grown, and a string of spit is hanging out of his mouth. Shocked and disgusted, all I could do was gape at him.

But he seems to take this as an invitation, so he quickly slaps his hand on my cheek and massages his spit into my skin, two fingers even wiping a bit into my mouth.

Unable to comprehend what is happening, I close my mouth around his fingers and lick them like an obedient whore.

“Fuck!“

His hand on my face suddenly pushes my head down while his other arm pulls me back. Thinking he wants to bend me over and press me against the wall, I move as much as possible to help him with my aching body.

But to my utmost shock, he goes even further. Instead of against the wall, he presses my head close to the bottom of the toilet, into which he has just urinated without flushing. I can smell the strong smell. He almost pushed me in. But I can barely get my hands on the toilet to prevent that.

I choke on the disgusting stench and almost throw up. The officer keeps me there even after hearing about it. "You'd do anything to get that cock back, wouldn't you?" he asks menacingly. Even without hearing anything else, I'm split: on the one hand, I would do anything to feel him again. On the other hand, I have my own pride. And I don't like that shit.

So I gather all my strength to draw a line. I cling to the toilet with an effort, undeterred by his powerful attempts to push me back down.

It takes a while, but once I move away from that smell, I grab onto the top of the toilet and turn my head. "Fuck you!" I tell him in a moment of clarity.

"Feisty." He's not even confused by my sudden action, which confuses me more than anything else. "I like it. A tight fucking hole, handsome, and not easy to bend." After that, there's a long pause, but I can see he's about to say something else. "Then come here and see how much punishment you can endure!"

It's the only form of warning before he pulls me flat against his massive chest, lifts me in the air, grabs me in odd places, and twists me with his monster cock inside me. When I finally get a close look at him, he's pinning us against the wall, with both of my legs resting on his left shoulder because of my pants binding them together and staring down into my eyes.

Not long after, I realize that his warning is no idle threat. He starts pounding me like a beast without breaking eye contact. Even though he's the most handsome man I've ever seen, I didn't feel like kissing him like Jason... Jason does. Shit, I'm cheating on my loving boyfriend.

When the man sees something is wrong, he pushes me harder against the wall. "Don't think about that loser. I'm fucking you, not him! Remember this!"

With that, he goes all in and even starts to sweat a bit. But that doesn't last long as all the pressure of the moment finally takes hold of me. My sensitive cock starts moving, and the officer has to hit me only one more time to make me cum again. This time, however, I scream Jason's name loudly.

But deep anger comes over him when he hears Jason's name slip from my lips. He starts to brutally fuck my hole, which makes my head go blank.

When I come to, the officer slumps on top of me, my hole drenched with his cum.

"You c-came inside me?" I ask him, my fear evident in my voice.

"Of course," he says smugly, "your hole is mine now!"

As if to make his point even clearer, he quickly pulls himself out of my sore hole, sets me down on the floor, and kicks me in the back of my knees, causing me to fall on top of her. I look up at him in confusion in my delirium. Before I could ask what he's doing, he opened my mouth slightly with his thumb. Still confused, I just let him do what he wants. But as the saying goes, if you give some people a hand, they take your entire arm.

Before I know it, he's cramming his first five or six inches down my throat, not without my teeth scraping his skin because of the surprise.

Thankfully, when I look up at him in shock, he doesn't look unhappy. More smug than anything. "Yeaaaah...uhh...oh damn! This hole is mine too!” he says firmly, not caring if I want it... or not. He simply decides for me.

At this point, I don't want to mention Jason anymore or think of him for fear of being punished again. "Clean that damn cock up, fagot!" He grins down at me. It makes me weak enough to see past what he just did. So push him back slightly to get a little control. With both hands, I lightly jerk his semi-hard cock, sucking his cock head clean and licking the rest of his monster clean as well.

When I look up again after cleaning him fully and dropping his cock, I see a happy glow in his eyes.

“Put it back in!“

Without further inquiry, I did as I was told, taking his now limp cock - still massive - and shoving it back into his pants, pulling his underwear over them, and pulling his fly back up. I place my hands on his large thighs for a second longer to catch my breath.

As I breathe, one of his large hands caresses me almost lovingly. His smugness is now completely gone. "Don't cry. Isn't it as bad as you might think," he told me cryptically. "Open your mouth."

This time I'm more reserved and only stare at him. He quickly realizes I won't do what he told me to do. He rolled his eyes, grabbed the back of my head, and pulled my hair. For a second, it hurt so bad that I opened my mouth involuntarily. He quickly stuck two fingers in and put something in my mouth.

I try to bite him, but he pulls his fingers out fast enough. As I glare at him, his smug smile is back. "Don't worry," he waved dismissively, "It's just a peppermint." Still, after telling me that, he gets dangerously close to me again. His smug grin turns predatory again. "You don't want your useless little friend smelling a real man on your breath, do you?"

His words hit all the right spots. He knows my guilt and bathes in it like a psychopath.

I push myself away from him, and instead, I crash into the tiled wall, not hard enough to hurt myself, but my dignity was injured nonetheless.

"Next time, I don't want to feel teeth on my cock, got it... bitch?"

He doesn't wait for an answer before going to the sink, washing his hands, and exiting the toilet without a backward glance.

He left me here...alone, with my face in my hands. Finally, the realization of what I've done comes into its own. How could I do that? Jason loves me, and I-I love him too. This will destroy him!

Though sadness overwhelms me, I somehow stand up. To do this, though, I put my hands on the side of the urinal to use as leverage, as my legs were more jelly than anything. Standing isn't any better, my whole back hurts like hell, and my ass is on fire. Somehow, however, I manage to get back to the sink.

When I see my reflection in the mirror, I'm not shocked to see myself completely disheveled. After all, my whole body just got destroyed by this arrogant fucking cop so annoyingly smug... I want to... fucking punch him in the face!

As my anger mounts, I realize it's my fault. A desperate sigh escapes my lips. I activated the water, splashed more water on my face, and cleaned up as best I could in a cafe toilet.

I could remove almost all the accumulated visible sweat and even save my hair to a certain extent. Only the redness on my face and slightly swollen eyes still told me something had happened.

I wait another minute, just hoping I don't seem too suspicious. When I'm happy enough with how I look, I walk to the toilet door and open it with a trembling hand to confront the man I love and just betrayed.

Extra:

Jason is happily sitting at our table while doing something on his phone. When I walk towards him or limp, he thankfully doesn't sense my presence until I've reached him and already sat down again.

"Are you all right again?"

Why is he ignoring my obviously different appearance? I look all messed up, and he doesn't react at all! Somehow it makes me angry. Is he even looking at me?

Suddenly he focuses on one point. As my gaze wanders to this point, terror fills my veins; A fucking semen stain, already crusted. But Jason just pulls out a tissue, looks around, and pulls my shirt up slightly to carefully clean my stomach. I can only sit there in horror.

“I-I can ex-explain I-„

Jason gives me a bright smile and just shakes his head. Which immediately silences me.

I can only wait until he's ready to talk and embarrassedly enjoy the attention he's giving me. I haven't felt this good in years! Even if the overshadowing feelings of guilt are getting stronger.

Even after he let my shirt drop, he's still smiling.

“I really need to tell-“

"Jason!" a sudden voice calls out to my boyfriend. One that I know only too well because a few minutes ago, the voice humiliated me and, at the same time, made me feel like a worthy sexual partner.

As I feel the blood drain from my face, I can only watch in horror as the same cop comes to our table, ruffles Jason's hair like he's done it a million times, and sits beside me, putting his arm too close for comfort.

He grins at me, making it painfully clear that something has happened between us.

"How do you know each other?"

With his still smug smirk, the cop switched between Jason and me before focusing on my boyfriend. "He's my little brother. I still can't believe he never told you about me. After all, we hang out together all the time!”

As soon as the words that his dirty mouth uttered registered in my brain, I almost fainted.

“Bro-Brother?“ I ask both men for clarification.

“Yeah,“ Jason admitted in a lowered voice.

Again the cop looks back and forth between Jason and me and can obviously sense the awkward atmosphere around us increasing as best I can feel it.

"Well, nice to finally meet the 'perfect guy' as Jason always flaunts you to me. But I have to go,” he tells us loudly, only for him to lean against me. "Remember, I like you tight," he whispers in my ear while his hand presses softly against my throat again.

But the moment breaks just as quickly as it has come. Jason's brother gets up and walks away, leaving me speechless.

"We can talk about this in the car," Jason says suddenly.

Tears well up in my eyes in a whirlwind of emotions. I don't want to let them fall in public, so I plainly nod. Oddly enough, Jason takes my hand and lovingly draws circles on the back.

But I'm far gone in my head. I now fully realize the gravity of what I've done. Maybe he could have forgiven me for cheating on him if it was some random guy, but his brother?

With a heavy stomach - that almost makes me throw up at our favorite coffee shop - Jason leads me straight to his car. He carefully helps me into the passenger seat and brushes a few strands of hair out of my face. Out of nowhere, he plants a nice, long kiss on my forehead.

I know, Jason! He's not so stupid that he didn't recognize the situation. So why is he still so loving?

It doesn't look like I'll be getting an answer to my silent question any time soon. Because as he gets into the car, he starts it and drives off. I have never experienced such silence, heavy and suffocating.

“I met Bryan again over two years ago.“

When he suddenly starts speaking, I jump a little. Maybe even a high-pitched squeak came out of my throat.

Jason doesn't even give me a sideways glance. He just starts talking again. "By that point, I could already sense that you were no longer sexually happy with me. I asked him if we could have a beer in the evening, and when we met, I asked him how he could keep you happy for so long. He was uncomfortable talking about it because he is actually married now after getting his girlfriend pregnant. But I got it out of him, and...let's just say it wasn't what I wanted to hear."

If someone had told me that my first ex could tear my whole world apart, even if we parted on good terms or as I thought it was on good terms, I wouldn't have believed it. But here I am, fighting against the only guy stupid enough to tell anyone's boyfriend stuff like that.

I gently place my hand on Jason's leg and try to get him to look at me so I can explain, but he doesn't react.

"I always thought I could be the guy you want and need. Maybe I'm the guy you want but not the guy you need. I felt insecure before speaking to Bryan because our sex life had already dwindled, but from what he told me, I felt... inadequate. And how could I not? His cock is huge... he showed me a picture. But the worst? That he could be something I can never be. A master."

My cheeks burn with embarrassment. Jason and I, of course, talked about our preferences. But I never mentioned my greatest. Yes, in the beginning, Jason was a dominant male, but around the same time, I realized it was just a facade. But I was willing to do anything to be happy with him.

“But Jason, I love you and what I did is not-“

"For once in your life, can you shut up?" He yells, gazing into my eyes angrily. I wanted to say something, and he could see that. "I set you up!"

“W-What?“

"I set you up with my brother," he finally admits. "He stopped by two weeks ago when you weren't there. I've been thinking about breaking up with you to give you a chance to find someone you need. All my ex-boyfriends have cheated on me with my brother at some point. He always told me beforehand. But this time? After he reminded me of the love you and I share? I-I asked him to be the one to give you what you need.”

"I don't understand." I'm breathless. I couldn't breathe! What's wrong with me?"

Jason doesn't seem to be doing any better, however. "I asked him to wear the most tight-fitting uniform he has, knowing he would draw your attention. Afterward, he told me that if we both had healthy sex lives, you would never have considered his advances. But he could tell you were starving for brutal sex.”

It must be difficult for him to admit his deepest worries. Because now I'm just someone who chose his brother over him.

“He's actually in to make this into something regular. And I have already agreed.”

"W-What? Don't I have a say in that too?” I ask him perplexed.

"I'm your boyfriend! That is never going to change! But I can't dominate you as much as you need to. It's the other way around... actually. I want you..."

His last words hang in the air like a lifeline. Yet I cannot really comprehend what he is revealing. A plot to cheat on him, but not to cheat him, but what for? Strengthen our relationship? Or getting me also into a relationship with his brother?

“What does all of this mean, Jason?“

He took a deep breath and took my hand into his again. He looks straight into my confused eyes. "My brother will be your only lover. And I want you to be dominant in bed with me."

I'm stunned, and it will probably take me a moment to really understand what he's saying. This is why we continue driving in silence until we arrive in the underground car park of our apartment building and come to a stop. Where everything suddenly hits me like a rock.

“Jason?“

“Yes, my love?“

“Are you a cuckold?“

It seems I hit the hammer on the head because his frozen reaction, unable to meet my gaze, speaks volumes.

"So you want to watch me get utterly destroyed by your own brother?" The question hangs heavily in the air.

“I-I don’t-I-“

"It sounds really... hot. I can imagine him fucking me silly while you stare at me with jealousy, and my face is contorted with ecstasy... I can imagine us doing that.”

I must have shocked Jason to the core because he fell silent. But he still holds my hand tightly in his. However, that didn't stand with me. I aggressively pull my hand out, stunning him even more.

Without saying a word, I get out of the car, walk around it and yank open his car door. He looks at me so perplexed that I want to cuddle with him and apologize.

“Get out!“ I order him.

He looks at me with wide eyes, a kind of pleasure in them, still trying to understand what I'm doing.

"Eyes down and follow me. You don't touch or look at me, understand?” Jason nods submissively. Grinning, I cup his face in my hands and give him a small kiss on his lips. Only to slap him in the face the next second with a cold expression on his face. He shudders under my gaze and quickly lowers his eyes.

I have a sinking feeling that this agreement will not go as planned. But for now, I'll try to make Jason happy.

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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dad!eddie munson x gn!reader

word count: 2,717

warnings: swearing, single dad!eddie, mentions of money problems, fluff

a/n: so this is very new for me! i should preface this by saying that i do not have children, and my experience with them is limited. i’ve also never written super young kids or parent characters before, so i hope it turned out alright. i did my best, and tried something different. i’m being brave and stuff. maybe you’ll like it. maybe. hopefully. also you can thank @clovermunson for being my enabler. love you! :)

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“How’s that one, huh?” Eddie asks. The little boy perched on the counter nods, curls bouncing every which way. Eddie tried to tie up the front portion in a little bun, but now he just looks like Pebbles Flintstone. “Better? Good.”

Eddie pats the boy on the knee—a knee currently covered in Garfield pajama bottoms—but continues to keep watch over the tooth-brushing that’s happening before him. James is getting much better at brushing his teeth on his own, but he still needs a little help from Eddie occasionally.

Tonight they’re trying strawberry flavored toothpaste because the bubblegum was not a winner. The boy pulls the little green toothbrush from his mouth, brandishing it upwards with both hands like it’s a sword.

“Help. Please.” He’s got a mouth full of foam, so it comes out sounding a little more like “pwease.”

He does this when he can’t get his back teeth right or if he just wants dad to do it instead. Eddie will take what he can get.

“Open up, bud.” James yawns first; it’s the same kind of slow and lazy yawn he’s had since he was born. It pulls at Eddie’s heartstrings, but he powers through, doing his best to clean those little teeth.

When he finishes, Eddie is careful to take James’ hair down and wipe his face clean, which the boy doesn’t enjoy.

“So, what’s the verdict? Strawberry the best?”

He taps James on the nose with the tip of his pinky. It makes him grin, chubby cheeks going all rosy. “Good,” James says.

“Yeah? Would you say it’s berry good?” Eddie’s hands find his boy's sides, tickling away. The giggles follow immediately, and Eddie takes his chance to heave James up and over his shoulder, little fingers tangling in his mess of curls.

“‘S berry good!” James squeals, clearly pleased with his dad’s joke. Eddie tries to soak up as many of these wins because he knows the jokes probably won’t be funny forever.

He pats the boy on the back, hand big enough to cover the entire expanse of it. Eddie lowers him onto the bedroom floor, watching as James waddles towards his bed and flops down on it, scooting up towards the pillows and the mountain of stuffed animals he insists join him in his slumber.

It doesn't seem to be anything special, the bed. But Wayne built it for his grandson, so it means more to Eddie than any toddler bed he could’ve found at the store. And the mattress is currently made up in Scooby-Doo bed sheets, which James is very fond of.

Eddie settles on the floor next to the bed, knowing damn well it could never support his weight. He tries to lift the covers up, but there’s a little grunt of irritation, signaling that James doesn't need his dad’s help.

Eddie tucks the blankets in faux-aggressively against his son’s sides, making him grin, but it’s a very tired one at that.

“You know, I don’t even think you’ll make it through a story tonight, kiddo. Y’seem pretty sleepy to me. And if you wanna go to the art store in the morning, well then you gotta get some shut eye.”

James looks up at him, big brown eyes blinking ever so slowly. Eddie isn’t entirely sure he’s coherent enough to understand the words being spoken to him right now.

Eddie brushes the curls back from the little boy’s face, all pale skin and freckles and these insane eyelashes. His hair is a little too long because Eddie still hasn’t taken him to get a haircut, but last Eddie asked, James was still content with his hair. It’s well past his shoulders at this point, maybe twice as wild as his dad’s.

He’s asleep now. Totally knocked out. It amazes Eddie how he can just pass out the moment his tiny head hits the pillow. “Goodnight, Jamie.”

Eddie stands and stretches, yanking the chain on the bedside lamp, and he moves to creep out of the room—one lanky step at a time.

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Eddie Munson never pictured himself being a dad.

Hell, he never really had the time to think about it. Eddie’s dad was a piece of shit, and so he busied himself trying to do enough to make Wayne comfortable–especially since Wayne hadn’t ever signed up for being a father.

But here he is: essentially working two jobs with a three-year-old boy tottering around after him like he hung the moon and stars himself.

Wayne opened up an auto repair shop after the plant shut down, having saved enough to get a good handle on things. It’s where Eddie works pretty often now, but really he doesn’t have to. Corroded Coffin makes plenty of money now, money Eddie could live off of whenever he so desired, but that’s not how his brain works. He knows it won’t last forever, and he was raised to at least be somewhat careful with his money.

And there’s Jamie.

Eddie loves that boy more than he ever thought possible. He such a cool fucking kid.

He’s pretty shy, yeah, and it takes a lot of encouragement from Eddie and Wayne, but he’s a tough kid. And he’s so creative. Jesus.

That creativity is how Eddie finds himself getting his ass out of bed on a Saturday morning to take Jamie to the local art supply store. It’s like an indie, but for art, he’s decided.

Eddie is pretty well off at sketching. He took a few art classes in high school and had a thing for charcoal, and of course he’s drawn up maps and characters for Hellfire—he still does that—but art wasn’t something he actively did in his freetime like it was a passion.

Eddie is also not a morning person, so he isn’t sure where James got it from. But the boy does respect this, seemingly not wanting to wake dad up, some part of him understanding that dad isn’t ready to get out of bed.

James is ready to get up though, so he waddles down the hall, little fists rubbing at his eyes.

He pushes Eddie’s door open, which is usually left open just a crack for these instances (or if there’s an upset tummy in the night), and he pulls himself up into the bed. Eddie’s always been a heavy sleeper, but now it’s like he’s attuned to the little added weight to his mattress, to the shift of tiny knees.

The funny part is that James won’t get upset that his dad isn’t up yet. He just wants to be near him, to hang out. And lucky for Eddie, James is quite the snuggle bug.

The boy stops inches from his dad’s face, and somehow Eddie just knows. He stretches, arms going over his head, and James takes the opportunity to sneak under a limb and face plant into Eddie’s chest.

“Mornin’ Jamie.”

The boy grasps at Eddie’s shirt in greeting. “Mornin’,” he sniffs.

James is wide awake, puffy eyes staring up at Eddie, and while the latter feels like he could sleep for another twelve hours, he doesn’t have it in him to doze off with a kid on his chest. A kid who is much too cute for his own good.

“How are you this morning, my child?”

James sits up, clearly confused. He shrugs, little shoulders rising up towards his ears.

Eddie snorts, proceeding to imitate the shrug. “You dunno?” The boy repeats the movement, a small smile making an appearance on his face, a face that remains to have pillowcase imprints on it.

Eddie gets his hands under James’ arms, pulling him up and onto his stomach, though trying to be careful of fragile places.

“Still wanna go to the store? Yes or no?”

James nods vigorously. “Yes, please.”

A large and calloused hand pats him on the back. “Solid. Let’s go then.”

By the time Eddie gets both himself and James ready, out of the house, and across town to the art store, the place has been open for a whole twenty minutes. Eddie figures the only people up at this point might be the elderly. He’s also quite grateful for the quiet of the store, knowing how crowds can make Jamie nervous. He supposes it tends to be one too many of the big people compared to his little body. Quite nerve-racking.

Eddie realizes suddenly that he has no idea how to navigate an art supply store. “Uh, Jamie, do you have something you wanna look at first?”

He looks up at his impossibly tall father. “Colors?”

“Okay. We can do that.”

Paint. Eddie can find paint, right? Why didn’t he bring Wayne? Wayne’s the one that’s been supporting this hobby anyways. Fuck.

He’s frantically looking around at the signs when a voice breaks him out of his stupor.

“Can I help you find anything?” You ask, just as nervous as they probably are. You’ve never been very good at having to ask the customers this, but it is your job to assist them.

You keep your hands behind your back, that way they can’t see your insistent fidgeting.

James is quick to move behind Eddie’s leg, and he knows the “stranger danger” alarms are going off in his boy’s head. Eddie doesn’t think you’re scary, though.

“Hi. Yeah, actually. We’ve never been here before, and I really have no idea what I’m doing.”

Your grin is the sweetest damn thing Eddie Munson has ever seen in his life. Aside from Jamie, of course.

“That’s okay. I can show you around if you need, or if there’s something specific you’re looking for. We aren’t very busy right now, so I don’t mind.”

Eddie releases a breath he wasn’t even aware he’d been holding. “That would be greatly appreciated. All I’m working with right now is that he wants to look at colors, which means paint. Other than that, I’m at a loss.”

You chuckle. “I can do colors. They’re not far.” You start to walk away, and Eddie moves to follow, James holding tight to his hand.

“It’s okay, kiddo. They’re helping, alright?” James’ eyes look more watery than usual, and if he doesn’t let up, Eddie will break.

You’re quiet most of the way, but at one point, in a hushed tone, you ask, “Shy boy?”

“Yeah,” Eddie smiles. “Definitely.”

“I get it. I was the same way.”

“Oh, yeah?”

Dammit. Why is this the day he proves to have a vocabulary consisting of “yeah” and “okay?”

“Yeah,” you smirk. “Here we are. All the colors. Watercolors, acrylics, more big kid stuff. There’s also washable paint, if you feel that’s necessary.”

“Shit. Sorry. Wow, I meant to say. That’s a lot.”

“Anything he normally likes?” By this point, James has seen the pastels and let Eddie go. You watch him patter towards a set of watercolors that are placed at just his height.

“All he’s used so far are watercolors, my uncle bought them for him, and he’s said he likes them. I usually just ask him what he wants to try.”

You’re smiling at him again, and he catches the way your fingers fuss with the hemline on the little smock you’ve been forced to wear as a uniform. “That’s a good strategy. Seeing what he’s most drawn to, you know?”

Eddie’s hands are sweating. Someone hasn’t flustered him this much since freshman year of high school.

“Works most of the time,” he tells you. Eddie moves closer to James. The boy is holding a little paintbrush with a blue handle, and his eyes are glued on the same set of watercolors he’d seen when he walked down the aisle.

“You like those ones, bud?”

“Yep. Pretty.”

Eddie looks up at you with a smile on his face, like he can’t believe this is his kid, and it makes your heart swell. Usually the families that come in here are much more rowdy, mothers holding expensive purses and telling their kids not to scream. There’s a difference between the people who want to make art versus those who use it to keep their kids busy because they don’t want to parent. You can tell Eddie cares about his boy, that he’s his whole world.

Eddie pulls the set out: a silver tin with two rows of square pans, each filled with a different color. They aren’t the obnoxious ones you get for cheap, the ones only covering the bright rainbow shades—these are the ones that would let you paint a little more of a picture. He flips the tin over out of habit to check the price. It’s not as bad as he’d thought.

He holds it up to you. “What do you think about these?”

“I like those ones. I’ve used them before, and they’re very easy to work with. They’re pretty pigmented, so they’d allow him some room to sort of figure out how much water he needs and how he wants to use them. And there’s a good range of color, so he won’t get upset about missing too many.”

Eddie is in awe of you. He knows it’s your job and all, that you’re getting paid for this, but he thinks he could listen to you talk about paint for the rest of his life.

He’s grinning at you and you’re suddenly worried you’ve said too much. “What?” you ask, your mouth ticking up just as his is. “Too much of the art nerd?”

He stands up. The full height of him is much too pretty. You think he might even be too pretty for his own good.

“No. Definitely not. That was very helpful.” James has migrated to stand between the both of you. He hands you a brush, which you take gratefully. He smiles, cheeks all pink and freckled.

“What about brushes?” Eddie asks. “The ones he’s got now shed like crazy.”

You run your thumb over the one you’re holding, thinking on it.

James follows you when you crouch to look at some. You set down the one he’d given you, hoping he won’t be too upset.

You find the beginner ones you’d been looking for, and hold them out to him. “Do you like these?” The handles aren’t blue, but a dark green color.

“Mhm,” he hums. “Very cool.”

You turn to face his dad. “Cool,” you mouth. It makes him laugh.

James takes the brushes from you and holds them up to Eddie. “Can you buy? Please?”

“Yeah, Jamie.”

“That’s a sweet name,” you remark, standing up.

“Thanks. It’s James actually, but y’know. Oh, I’m Eddie, by the way. I realize I never actually said that.” You tell him your own name, assuring him that it’s okay.

You spend a little more time with them, wandering down a few more aisles when James says he’d like a sketchbook. You find him a spiral bound one, that way it’ll be easier on him to turn or rip out pages.

You ring them up, and almost start to feel sad about their departure. You move around the counter, and James walks up to you. “Thank you for helping,” he says.

“You’re very welcome, sweetheart.”

Eddie watches your exchange, and he can’t help but feel like you’ve made a connection with James. Like you understand him.

“Wanna come paint?” he asks, big brown eyes looking at you hopefully. You realize he wants you to come home and paint with him. Your heart shatters a little at the wholesomeness in his request.

Eddie puts his hand on James’ shoulder. “I think they’ve gotta work, squirt. Maybe another time though?” He looks up at you. They’re both looking at you now and you’re afraid you could never deny them anything. Not with those big doe eyes and wild lashes.

“Yeah, sure. I can paint anytime. Given that’s okay with your dad.”

“That’s more than okay with me,” Eddie tells you. “But don’t feel pressured.”

He doesn’t say that this has literally never happened before, that James usually avoids contact with others. He doesn’t tell you that this is groundbreaking shit.

“I promise I don’t. We could set something up, yeah?”

“Yeah. Totally. Thanks for today.”

“Anytime, Eddie.”

You exchange numbers, and suddenly they’re out the door, matching curls flying in the wind, hands interlocked as they work through the parking lot.

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hellaur! can I request some HCs for Mikey's reaction to reader when someone revealed that reader is a illegal car racer? So the scenario is reader is Draken's younger sister, and when Draken got stabbed, ofc no one gonna pay the bills (but reader actually has money, she plans to send Draken to college (bcs she sees potential to him) that's why she's been winning the illegal race over and over again. she's known for being a champion there.) and when Draken was hospitalized, the money that reader saved wasn't enough to cover it up all that's why she's been on a race in straight 6 days just to earn money. and when it's the 7th day of winning car race again, someone tipped Draken and the gang that his sister is in that illegal shi and when they got there they saw reader celebrating her win but they also noticed the tired and drained look in her eyes, and ofc reader saw them and ykyk Draken and reader fought in the back of that place (away from people). I just wanted to see Mikey's reaction because he is romantically interested to reader 🫶🏻 sorry if this is long, thank u so much!!

—Mikey x reader

─Summary: Mikey discovers a new side of you and helps with a sibling argument

─Warnings: none

(Draken's part)

There you go!! 🫶🏻

— Your brother shouldn't be there (although neither should you).

— You tried to be as careful about the places where you moved and competed because you could meet certain gangs.

— You were even twice as careful with your steps now that you signed up for practically daily illegal competitions.

— Despite being in a state of euphoria and semi-consciousness from the exhaustion of staying up late, you knew that Draken's expression was not a good thing.

— Your celebration was cut short when you were dragged into a nearby alley, Mikey silently watching everything from a distance.

— Screams were launched from one side to the other, taking the discussion to the minimally physical end with a couple of shoves.

— It was clear that you were both stubborn and despite the fact that Draken was right that you were too young to enter the world of illegal racing, you stood up for your position to give him as much money as possible for a good study, or now, to be able to pay his recent bills.

— That same night you didn't reach any middle point between the two of you, he left kicking hard because he needed to think while you decided to stay in the alley letting everything settle in your mind.

— Mikey appeared after hearing everything from behind the corner, honestly he didn't have much to say about your life decisions because he was clear that if someone messed with you they would be indirectly involving Toman.

— He admired your perseverance in raising the money and supporting your brother in something that even Draken himself didn't think of.

— You thanked him for not saying much, your mind was at the point of collapse between exhaustion and the recent fight.

— Mikey is very attentive to his loved ones and he knew when you enjoyed silence instead of a conversation so he offered you his shoulder to rest.

— No doubt his romantic interest will increase, he already likes everything about you, knowing that you were an almost undefeated competitor made you more incredible in his eyes.

— Definitely Mikey sides with you in a second argument with Draken (Takemichi probably cried thinking that this would be the event that would split Toman in two).

— And it's thanks to him that your brother is less angry or 'accepts' that you compete. Mikey is just playing to please both of you to earn your love and (if possible) more respect from Draken.

— He is just paving the way to tell your brother that he's interested in you, but Draken already knows because he can tell how stupid Mikey gets when you're next to him.

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gregorovitch-adler · 7 months

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Clock

John stifled a yawn with the back of his hand as he checked the time on the classroom clock. Half past twelve. Fifteen more minutes of this dreadful lecture till the afternoon break.

The topic going on in the class was not so hard, besides Year 13 meant you had to cover up most of the topics on your own, anyway. John could not bring himself to listen to the lecture today.

John looked around at the other students instead. To be honest, he was looking for one specific person in that room.

There he was. Sitting in the last row, but paying full attention - staring at the teacher like a hawk. John had been admiring this guy's looks - dense, black curls; sea-green eyes, and those sharp cheekbones - and his intelligence for quite some time.

The name was Sherlock Holmes.

John had not stopped thinking about that bloke ever since he'd guessed some other student's personal life correctly in an attempt to tell them off. Deduction, as he would rather call it.

He had been trying to get to know Sherlock in person and to talk to him properly - instead of just nodding in his direction as a greeting like he used to do, every morning.

John was not sure what he would even talk about. Sherlock seemed so closed off, heading straight to the library during the afternoon break every day. John did not want to make an arse of himself trying to talk to him.

He realised he was staring, so he looked away quickly and pretended to pay attention again.

After a few minutes, the bell rang, followed by the teacher muttering some words to the TA before leaving the class.

The class began to chatter, as everyone slowly made their way to leave.

Suddenly, someone across the room turned around to face Sherlock in the last row. "Hey, Holmes!"

Sherlock looked up from his book at that guy.

"Nobody gives a shit about your Tobacco ash list," he said, and his friends burst out laughing. "Seriously, quit blogging. Your website is embarrassing enough already." Another fit of laughter from his group.

John furrowed his brows and clenched his fist on his left side. Strange that he did not know much about Sherlock, but felt like standing up for him anyway.

"At least I don't have to juggle three girlfriends every single day."

A complete silence erupted among that friend group.

"What's he talking about?" asked a girl from the group to that arse. Probably one of the girlfriends.

He ignored her as he marched his way to the last row to approach Sherlock. "Say that again." The guy slammed his massive fists on the desk.

John turned around and went to that row too.

"I think he was loud and clear the first time," said John as he stood beside Sherlock, staring daggers at the other guy.

"Oh, so the fake genius has got himself a pet!" the bloke exclaimed and walked up close to John, practically towering over him.

John was waiting for one move from the side of that guy. Just one. This would all be over in a minute.

"I haven't," said Sherlock and walked close to the guy, invading his personal space. "Though I would think twice before doing anything I regret if I were you." His low voice had dropped even more to a dangerous tone. "Especially if I were sleeping with one of the teachers for a better score like you are, currently."

This made the guy back off. "You didn't - you can't possibly know that!"

"You didn't even bother changing your perfume," said Sherlock and brushed past that guy, his long legs taking him to the classroom door swiftly. He stopped short in the doorway and turned around to look at John with his eyebrows raised.

John quickly collected his things and left the room; ignoring the other guy and leaving him behind.

Sherlock and John walked out of the class, and John tried to suppress a smile.

"Where are we going?" John asked, trying to match Sherlock's pace.

"I am going to the library."

"I can join you."

"Why?"

"You can tell me about the Tobacco ash."

Sherlock stopped in the tracks to face John properly. John had slowed down as well.

Sherlock gave John an intense look as if trying to look into his soul.

John was physically unable to look away.

"In that case, I expect you to listen to every single thing I have to say. Try to react properly instead of just staring at me." The corner of his heart-shaped mouth quirked up.

John cleared his throat and nodded before looking away for a moment. "Let's go, shall we? We don't have much time."

"Come on, then," said Sherlock, and they began to walk again in the direction of the library.

Not sure why, but John felt as if his day had become at least a hundred times better.

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Sherlock September Challenge.

Prompt Clock by @onesmallfamily

Tags: @helloliriels @topsyturvy-turtely @keirgreeneyes @lisbeth-kk @gaylilsherlock @missdeliadili @curlyjohnlock @lookingforlifeoutthere @calaisreno @a-victorian-girl @peanitbear .

#johnlock #bbc sherlock #john watson #sherlock holmes #sherlock x john #sherlock holmes/john watson #30 days of sherlock september 2023 #prompt: clock #onesmallfamily #fluff #teen! lock au #secondary school au #ficlet #new ficlet #fic writing #sherlockian #sherlock headcanon #protective! john

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goldengalore · 1 year

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Office Shenanigans

Summary: Househusband Harry visits Y/N at work to drop off lunch for her, and they decide to take advantage of her new private office.

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: smut (sub!harry and dom!reader)

A/N: This takes place in the same universe as “Date Night” where Harry and Y/N are married with a daughter. However, you don’t necessarily have to read “Date Night” to understand this one. Enjoy! :)

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Harry is in the wrong place. He’s sure of it.

He has been searching for Y/N’s office building for the past twenty minutes. Her company recently moved to a new location that’s slightly closer to home. The new building is larger than the previous one, so Y/N was offered her own private office space.

This is Harry’s first time visiting her new workplace. She forgot her lunch at home this morning, and while she could’ve bought something to eat from the long lineup of restaurants across the street, Harry insisted on bringing lunch to her office instead. He knows she prefers home-cooked meals, not only because they’re healthier but also because she loves his cooking.

Y/N promised she would “thank him properly” once he got to the office. The vagueness of her message left his imagination running wild, as he tried to figure out exactly what kind of thank-you she had in mind. He was so caught up in the filthy ideas swirling around in his head that he drove right past his destination without even realizing it.

When he eventually caught his mistake, he turned the car around, but on his way back, he made a wrong turn and ended up on a completely different street. Finally, after twenty minutes of aimless driving, he resorted to using the GPS, which is probably what he should’ve done from the beginning, but he was just so confident that he could find the building himself.

At last, he now arrives and parks his car in the lot before heading inside. And of course, the man at the front desk informs him that he is, in fact, in the wrong place and the place he’s looking for is actually next door.

He sighs and thanks the man before making his way to the next building. He can imagine Y/N sitting in her office with a grumbling stomach, wondering where the fuck he is. He walks faster.

Pushing through the revolving glass doors, he enters this building, hoping it’s the right one this time. They really should have signs on these things. How is someone like him supposed to know which building is which anyway? They all look the same.

The first thing he notices when he walks in is the spaciousness of the new lobby. It has to be at least twice as big as the previous one. There’s a long, white marble countertop across from the entrance. Behind it sits a petite woman with straight, jet black hair. She looks to be in her early to mid twenties. Her gaze is focused intently on the computer in front of her, fingers furiously typing away at the keyboard.

Harry clears his throat as he walks up to the counter. “Um, hi, sorry, I’m not sure if I’m in the right place. Does Y/N Styles work here?”

The woman—Jessica, according to the nameplate on the counter—glances away from her computer screen for only half a second.

“You are...?”

“Oh, sorry, I’m Harry. Y/N’s husband. I came by to drop off lunch for her.” He lifts the bag of food in his hand.

She quirks an inquisitive brow. “You’re her husband?”

“Yes.”

What’s so surprising about that? he wonders.

She pauses now, properly taking in his appearance for the first time since he walked in here. She tilts her head to the side, like she’s trying to figure something out, then goes right back to her incessant typing without a word.

He wonders for a moment if he said something wrong. He doesn’t think he did...

“So, um,” he begins, trying to get her attention again, “Are you going to let her know I’m here or—?”

“You’re going to have to wait, hun,” she interjects. “I’m in the middle of something.”

“Right. Of course. No rush. Take your time.”

He takes a step back from the counter and waits for her to finish. In the meantime, his eyes wander around the lobby. There are plants decorating each corner. Floor-to-ceiling windows bring in copious amounts of natural light that reflects off the white floors and countertops. He can hear the light chatter of a few employees sitting and eating at the couches off to the side, seemingly on their lunch break. It reminds him of Y/N, and he finds himself wishing that Jessica would hurry up, but he doesn’t want to be impolite.

“Hi, honey!”

He turns around to find his wife walking towards him, looking beautiful as ever even in ordinary work clothes consisting of a grey pantsuit and white blouse. She smiles and waves at him. His frenetic energy from before instantly vanishes, replaced by pure calm.

“I was wondering where you were,” she says. “I was starting to get worried.”

“Sorry, got a bit lost on my way here. My navigation skills failed me today.”

“What navigation skills?”

He glares at her. “Ha-ha. Very funny.”

“I know. I’m hilarious.”

Okay, maybe navigation isn’t his forte. He can see how his stubborn refusal to use a GPS or ask anyone for directions might be infuriating for anyone riding in the car with him, which is exactly why Y/N is the one who drives when they go places together.

She takes a step closer now and gives him a quick peck on the lips that he wishes would last longer, but then he remembers they’re at her workplace and it’s probably not wise to be passionately making out where everyone can see them.

“I see you’ve met our wonderful receptionist Jessica. Without her, this place would fall to pieces.”

Harry watches Jessica crack a smile for the first time since he walked in here.

“Oh, stop,” she says, flicking her hair over her shoulder.

“And Jess, this is my lovely husband Harry.”

Jessica eyes him curiously. “Harry, do you happen to have a brother... who also happens to be single?”

He frowns, puzzled by the randomness of the question. “Um, no. I have a sister. She’s not single though.”

Her shoulders droop a little. “Oh. That’s unfortunate.”

When Harry looks at Y/N, she has an amused grin on her face, like she knows something he doesn’t.

“Well, we’ll let you get back to work, Jess,” she says before turning to Harry. “C’mon, let’s show you my shiny new office.”

Grabbing his hand, she pulls him along with her to the elevators. As they’re waiting, he says, “That was a bit strange.”

“What?”

“The brother question. Came out of nowhere.”

Y/N chuckles and caresses his cheek. “You’re so cute.”

He laughs. “What?”

“Baby, she was implying that she thinks you’re hot and wants to date a version of you that’s not already taken.”

“Oh. Oh.” It suddenly clicks. How do these things always go over his head? “I thought she didn’t like me. She seemed a bit annoyed.”

“That’s just how Jess is. You can never tell whether she likes or hates you. It works really well for her actually, since a lot of our clients are dumb, condescending men. She knows how to keep them in line.”

“That’s kind of hot.”

“I know, right?”

The elevator arrives and they ascend to Y/N’s floor. She leads him down a hallway towards her office, passing by several of her co-workers along the way who all greet her with a friendly smile or a brief hello. Some of them look familiar to him, probably because he met them at one of those work events Y/N sometimes takes him to.

When they reach her office, a dark-haired woman is leaning against the wall next to the doorway. She holds up a small stack of papers as she sees Y/N approaching.

“Hey, Y/N, here are those printouts you were asking for earlier.”

“Oh, perfect! Thanks, Violet,” she says, taking the papers from her co-worker.

Violet’s gaze then shifts to Harry.

“Oh, this is my husband Harry,” says Y/N. “Harry, this is Violet. She joined the company a few months ago.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” says Violet. “I can’t believe you’re real!”

Amused, he asks, “Why’s that?”

“Because a guy who truly supports his wife’s career and aspirations and wants her to succeed sounds so unbelievable. But maybe that’s because I’ve dated and married assholes my entire life.”

“Probably,” says Y/N.

“At this point, I’m convinced I’m destined to end up with an asshole.”

“I don’t think so,” says Harry, sincerely. “You seem like a lovely person. I’m sure you’ll find someone who supports you. It usually happens when you least expect it.”

The woman smiles at his comforting words, then looks over at Y/N. “Okay, this man is a literal angel.”

“Isn’t he?” Y/N gives him a fond grin, which he returns with equal affection.

“You guys are adorable.” Violet releases a wistful sigh. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go walk into oncoming traffic.”

“Have fun!” Y/N shouts as she starts walking away.

“I will!”

Once Violet is gone, the two of them enter Y/N’s office. She shuts the door behind them before taking the lunch bag out of Harry’s hands and placing it on her desk with the papers that Violet gave her. Next, she closes the blinds in her office, affording them complete privacy from the rest of the floor.

“Alone, at last,” she says.

He takes in her new workspace. On the right, there is a white leather sofa with a small, oval coffee table in front of it. The wall parallel to the door has a window with the blinds half-closed, still allowing plenty of light to enter the room.

Her desk and chair are set up along the left side. A picture frame containing a photo of Harry with their eight-year-old daughter Savannah sits on the edge of the desk. It’s from their trip to Disneyland last summer. Harry and Savannah are wearing huge Mickey Mouse ears on their heads. He’s crouched down next to her, and they’re both grinning widely at the person behind the camera—Y/N. It warms his heart to know that she keeps that photo on her desk. A constant reminder of the two people she loves most.

“This big office is all yours, huh?” he asks.

“Yup. All mine.” She’s standing by her desk now, leaning against it with her arms loosely crossed in front of her, eyes travelling down his body in a way that makes him blush and wonder whether her words were referring to the office or him.

“Come here,” she says softly.

He walks over to her. Once he’s within arm’s reach, she grabs the hem of his lime green sweater and tugs him closer. He leans down and meets her halfway for a kiss. His hands find their way to her waist before sliding around to her bum, squeezing it gently.

She places one hand on the back of his neck while the other sneaks under his sweater. As her cold fingers make contact with his warm skin, his abdomen contracts reflexively. Her fingers travel up his toned torso to his nipples. She pinches and massages them until they’re nice and firm.

He moans softly against her lips, his cock stirring in his jeans. As he opens his eyes for a brief moment, his gaze falls upon the lunch bag still sitting on her desk, reminding him of the reason he came here in the first place.

He pulls away slightly. “Are you going to eat? You must be starving.”

“Always so concerned about me.” She smiles at him, lightly scratching the back of his head with her fingernails, sending tingles down his spine. “What about you? Did you have lunch already?”

He nods.

“What did you have for dessert?”

“Um, nothing.”

She frowns. “Well, that’s not right... Good boys deserve dessert.”

His mouth waters at her comment like a conditioned response.

“But first, let’s get these clothes off you.” She starts pulling up his sweater.

“Wait, maybe we should lock the door?”

“Oh, no need.” She waves a dismissive hand. “No one here walks in without knocking first. Very respectful people.”

He gulps nervously, glancing at the unlocked door. “Are you— Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

He trusts her, of course. But he also knows that Y/N gets a thrill out of doing things like this. Fooling around with him in places where they run the risk of getting caught. He can’t say he hates it. Sure, he may hesitate and whine a little bit at first, but he always goes along with it because if he’s honest, the idea of them getting caught strikes the perfect combination of fear and excitement inside him.

So, he lets her strip each item of clothing off his body until he’s completely exposed. All of his clothes are placed neatly on her desk with his Vans on the floor beside it.

“Kneel,” she says.

Obediently, he sinks to his knees. She unzips her pants and turns around before pulling them down below the gorgeous curve of her ass, along with her panties. Then she bends over her desk, baring her wet pussy to him, and his tongue immediately sets to work.

“Mmm, yes,” she sighs out. “Good boy.”

He laps at her wetness with a primal hunger, as if he hasn’t tasted her in weeks, even though his head was buried between her thighs just last night. He can’t get enough of her. Ever.

As he eats her out, he notices that her moans are softer—barely audible, in fact—and less frequent than usual, which makes him wonder if he’s doing something wrong. The lovely sounds she makes normally help him gauge how well he’s doing, whether he’s hitting all the right spots, whether he needs to apply more pressure or give her clit more attention. Although he knows her body extremely well by now, the verbal affirmations are always helpful.

He starts to contemplate what he can do differently when it suddenly occurs to him... She’s probably trying to be quiet so that her co-workers don’t hear them and get suspicious. Heat travels up his neck and face as he remembers the unlocked door.

His hand subconsciously drifts down to his cock. He’s so hard, it’s almost painful. Just a few strokes, that’s all he needs to get some relief. Just a few, quick—

“Hope you’re not touching yourself without my permission, puppy,” warns Y/N, her voice sweet and stern at the same time.

He immediately pulls his hand away from himself but doesn’t say anything. Suddenly, she straightens up and turns around to face him with a look of suspicion in her eyes.

“Oh, you totally were, weren’t you?”

And there it is. That faint smirk he always gets on his face when he knows he’s done something defiant. “A brat at heart,” is what Y/N calls him sometimes.

She crosses her arms. “I should spank you right now, but I can’t for obvious reasons. So maybe, for now, I should just send you home like this, leave you all horny and unsatisfied for the rest of the day.”

His cock swells even more at her threat and the nonchalance with which she said it, effectively reminding him that she owns him and his pleasure.

“But I won’t do that to you. Because I’m nice. And because you’ve been good... for the most part.” She taps him on the nose.

Relief is what he feels, as well as excitement that she’s going to let him cum before he leaves here.

They move to the couch, where he sits down while she undresses her bottom half. Then she climbs onto his lap with her knees on either side of him. He can feel her wetness against his thigh. She begins stroking his aching cock, giving him just what he needs. Gentle strokes mixed in with firm tugs that make him forget all about where he is in that moment.

“Y/N...” He releases a moan that comes out a bit too loud.

Y/N instantly clamps a hand over his mouth. “Shhh. Do you want the whole office to hear us?”

He tries to apologize, but his apology is muffled by her hand, which she keeps firmly pressed against his mouth as she continues playing with his dick.

“Do you want them all to know that you’re my little slut? Huh?” she asks. “That the sweet, well-mannered boy I always tell them about is a needy little whore behind closed doors... Only for me?”

His eyes roll back, her teasing words turning him into an absolute puddle on the couch. He takes a deep, shaky breath in through his nose. His fingers dig into the soft skin around her thighs.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

A knock at the door makes them both jump.

“Y/N? You there?” says the person on the other side. A male voice. He knocks again.

Y/N’s expression changes into one of utter annoyance. She sighs and replies, “I’m on break, Jeremy!”

Ah. The infamous Jeremy. The clueless co-worker who is always screwing something up, often making Y/N late to come home in the evenings.

“I know. I’ll be quick. I just need some help. See, I was playing around with the code we’ve been working on for that car company and I think I broke it because every time I try to run it now, I get an error that won’t go away. Not sure what I’m doing wrong. It might be because I deleted this one section of the code because I thought it wasn’t important, but—”

Harry isn’t a mean person. Not at all. He rarely utters a bad word about anyone. But right now, he just wants to tell Jeremy to fuck off. Thankfully, Y/N does it for him but in more professional terms.

“Hey, let’s talk about this later, okay?”

“But—”

“Bye, Jeremy!”

They hear him sigh outside the door before walking away. Y/N returns her attention to Harry. Instead of going back to stroking him, she presses his leaky tip against her entrance and lets him fill her up. The sensation of her tight walls enclosing his cock is so intensely satisfying, like her pussy is trying to swallow him whole. If her hand wasn’t covering his mouth, he’s not sure if he could have contained himself.

“Fuck me,” she whispers, and his hips comply.

His large hands grip her ass as he thrusts upward into her. She gasps. He does it again and again, building up a perfect rhythm that brings them both closer and closer to the edge.

“That’s it. You’re doing so well, puppy. Always make me feel so good.”

The praise sends his pleasure into overdrive. He can feel the unmistakable heat of an orgasm building inside his balls, which are aching for release.

Finally, she asks, “Are you going to cum for me?”

And that’s enough to send him diving over the edge. They climax at the same time, engulfed in each other’s embrace. Y/N removes her hand from his mouth, and he buries his face in her neck as they come down from the powerful high.

They’re quick to clean up and get dressed afterwards, erasing all evidence of their deed. Y/N stands in front of him and helps fix his disheveled hair.

“Thanks for the lunch,” she says.

“Thanks for the orgasm,” he replies.

They smirk at each other. She gives him a kiss on the lips. “See you at home.”

“See you at home. Love you.”

“Love you.”

Still drunk with pleasure, he exits the room with a big, dopey grin plastered on his face. It falters when he notices someone standing in the hallway, not too far from Y/N’s office—a lanky guy with blonde hair and pale skin. Harry realizes this is probably Jeremy. He also realizes he probably looks so fucked out right now.

The two men make eye contact for one long, awkward moment. Jeremy narrows his eyes, as if trying to figure out who Harry is and why he just emerged from Y/N’s office. Giving him a quick nod, Harry walks briskly past him to the elevator.

The giddy smile on his face returns as soon as the elevator doors close. As he descends to the ground floor, his phone vibrates in his back pocket. He takes it out and finds a text from Y/N that sends the blood rushing to his manhood all over again:

“By the way, you’re still getting that spanking later tonight.”

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korkorali · 8 months

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I have Feelings™️ about Beakley

She’s a grandmother she’s a spy she’s an agent she’s a director she loves Webby she’s the worst guardian in the manor she judges everyone she’s extremely good at taking care of kids she’s terrible with children she lies like its second nature she’s barely remorseful for her actions she feels terrible about everything she’s done she’s traumatized she’s the most well-adjusted person in the room she’s one wrong move away from blowing up she’s calm and collected but most importantly she’s a hypocrite.

She’s the biggest hypocrite in the mansion and I absolutely love her for it.

She judges everyone. If you exist in her line of sight, chances are she’s going to look at you and think ‘I could probably do X better than you’ to herself. Especially when it comes to parenting.

And here’s the kicker- she’s wrong. She’s so wrong about that. Without a doubt, she wins the ‘worst of the mansion’s parental figures’ trophy by a landslide. She did terribly by Webby.

She kept her in the manor, alone, and trained her to defend herself from much too early an age. She told her not to bother Scrooge, the only other person in their home, which means that the only person Webby every really had was her.

I mean this woman was ready to straight up kick her ass on the roof of the manor for saying ‘hey maybe traumatizing Huey and Dewey isn’t the best form of training’

This woman, on multiple occasions, looked Webby right in the eyes and lied to her without even thinking- twice! And that’s after knowing that Webby hates being lied to!

She’s had quite her fair share of fuckups when it comes to parenting, and yet she still freely judges Scrooge, Donald, and Della whenever they try to parent.

She’s one of the biggest hypocrites in the show.

And the thing is, it makes sense.

All of her actions so much sense, even the judgement.

She’s a thoroughly traumatized secret agent who’s probably never opened up about herself to anyone (well, maybe Scrooge, but that’s another post for another day), found a child kept in one of their secret bases, and made the impossible choice to abandon her mission (her entire life) to go into hiding and keep the child safe.

She used to be a secret agent, so of course her modus operandi is to lie. Of course she keeps her cards close to her chest (even when nobody else is playing), of course she waits to reveal anything until she’s deemed it absolutely necessary to do so.

She essentially kidnapped Webby, the top-secret project of an evil organization. Of course she never let her leave the mansion (or at least, go anywhere besides the mansion and the Money Bin, because she’s been there before), she had every reason to believe that their agents may one day show up to find and take her away.

Of course she trained Webby relentlessly, of course she reacted so harshly to the idea of not training the boys in the same way. In order to survive, she was treated as a soldier instead of a person, after all. So in order for them to survive, she’s got to treat them like soldiers too.

Of course she judges everyone around her and refuses to admit when she’s wrong, she’s been through hellish experience after hellish experience, took over as director for SHUSH after the previous director was kidnapped by FOWL. She’s learned to hide her weaknesses, bury them so deep that even she wouldn’t be able to find them if she tried. She’s had to lead others, monitor agents, make absolutely sure that no information leaked which meant running the tightest shop possible. After doing that for so long, seeing others not do that is grating (what do you mean, other people got to be safe? What do you mean, nobody else has dealt with the things she has? What do you mean, she doesn’t have to treat everything like a secret war is brewing just under the surface? Preposterous).

She’s been through more than anyone else will ever know, more than she’ll ever say, and she refuses to admit that it’s caused her harm. She refuses to believe that what happened to her may have been wrong. That it shouldn’t have happened at all (It ended up giving her Webby. How could anything that gave her Webby be wrong?)

She’s a bitch and an asshole and a jerk and a hypocrite and a badass super spy and a housekeeper and a grandmother and anything she needs to be to survive and is maybe just starting to allow herself to live.

But there is one thing she most certainly is not:

A secretary

#she’s great #I love how fucked up she is #and how little she’s willing to admit it #because she’d never admit to being as fucked up as everyone else in the family #it’d kill her #ducktales #dt17 #mrs beakley #bentina beakley #the reason she clashes (slightly) with della is because both of them have ‘I’m The Main Character’ energy #but where beakley is the main character of a long and detailed story-driven singleplayer #della is the main character of an mmo #so della never actually realizes that they have beef because she’s perfectly happy with the idea of there being multiple main characters #but beakley has to adjust to this new development #and she hates adjusting to new things

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starsstuddedsky · 2 years

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Please Know My Feeling

reader x joshua

summary: bitter about your ex boyfriend moving on so quickly, you decide to ask your friend to be your fake boyfriend to prove that you could move on just as easily. but what happens when you can't tell the difference between what's fake and what's real?

genre: fluff, tiny bit of angst, university au, sports au, non idol au, fake dating

warnings: yn is the most oblivious person on the planet, mentions of injury, drinking, did i mention yn is an idiot?

wc: 12.1k

a/n: should i be doing hw instead of writing this series? dw about it and just read this.. thanks for all of the love so far, i really enjoyed writing this one (as you can tell from the fact that it's way too long). if ur a soccer player please forgive me. i tried. don't pay attention too much to the fact that twice are the teammates i just didn't want to make up names

title: Please Know My Feeling - Lee Solomon

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I saw Joshua across the quad. It was a terrible decision, really, but I was tired of thinking things through. It was why I was in this situation in the first place.

“Joshua!” I shouted, waving him down. He was walking with a couple people but waved them on.

“Yn,” he said with a smile.

“Hi,” I said, opening my arms to him and saying a silent prayer of thanks when he hugged me back without question.

“What’s going on?” He asked as I held on.

“Please tell me you’re single,” I said, peeking over his shoulder to see if anyone was looking.

“Yeah,” he said slowly. He took a step back, hands coming to rest under my elbows, brow furrowed. “Is everything okay?”

I chewed on my lip, wondering if I should just apologize and tell him it was just a dumb idea.

Then I saw them out of the corner of my eye, hands intertwined, laughing. I met Joshua’s eyes with renewed strength. “Can you be my boyfriend?”

Joshua’s frown deepened. “Yn, you just broke up.”

“Fake boyfriend, I mean,” I said. “Please?”

He stared at me for a long time, and I realized how insane I sounded. Joshua was hardly a stranger, in fact, he was one of the first friends I’d made. But asking him to be my fake boyfriend just because my ex had moved on after taking all of two days to process our breakup? Not something particularly mentally stable people did.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “That was really dumb, a really bad joke, I-”

“I’ll do it,” Joshua interrupted. I froze as he flashed a smile at me and picked up my hand. “I’ll be your fake boyfriend.” I must have looked as astonished as I felt because he laughed.

“Seriously? No ‘tell me why and I’ll think about it,’ or ‘pay me $2000 a month’ or any questions at all?”

He shrugged. “I know you, yn, you wouldn’t do this without good reason.”

I felt guilty immediately. Joshua trusted me so quickly and I was using it because my feelings were hurt. As if he was reading my thoughts, he squeezed my hand.

“I did think about it,” he said. “It’s not like it’s going to do anything bad to me. Actually, it’ll be great because Seungcheol and Jeonghan will probably stop making fun of me for not getting a date since freshman year.” He started walking, not letting go of my hand.

“You’re not going to tell them the truth?” I frowned.

“Yeah, but I’m going to take full advantage of having a fake partner first.” He smiled, an evil twinkle in his eye. “They talk a lot considering they’re both single.” We kept walking, hand in hand. It was strange at first; I kept expecting to see him but then he would bump my shoulder or tap his fingers and do something to remind me he was Joshua. Everything in my head was a mess, I couldn’t tell if it hurt more that it wasn’t him or that I didn’t want it to be him. All I knew was that holding Joshua’s hand was a comfort I didn’t expect but clung to.

We were walking in silence when he suddenly stopped, frowning at something in the distance for a moment before turning to me. “That’s why?”

I didn’t have to look to see what he saw. My ex-boyfriend, Nam-Il, hand in hand with his new partner. He at least had the decency to text me this morning and tell me he was dating someone else, but the fact that it was two days after we had broken up made it feel more like an insult than courtesy. Apparently two years with me was that easy to move on from. I thought knowing would make it easier, but seeing them on the quad a few minutes ago would have hurt less if I could have pretended they were just friends.

Now Joshua was looking at me with a frown I couldn’t decipher. He didn’t let go of my hand but his grip was looser as he stepped in front of me, blocking my view of the couple.

I could feel tears prickling my eyes, chewing on my lip to stop them from spilling over. Joshua took a step closer pulling my chin up gently.

“Is he looking?” He whispered softly, eyes not leaving mine.

I had to force my eyes to flicker away, though I found myself drawn back to them like a magnet, snapping back the moment I saw that he was in fact looking. I nodded, not trusting my voice.

“Can I kiss you?” I blinked, not sure if I had hallucinated or if he had really said that out loud. I didn’t move when he stepped closer, his lips so close I could feel his breath. He repeated the question.

I nodded, our noses brushing against one another. For a moment, neither of us moved, then he leaned forwards and closed the distance. I think he meant to just brush his lips against mine, but when I raised my hand to his neck and pulled him closer, he reacted instantly, and then I stopped thinking entirely. For just a moment, I forgot about Nam-Il.

I stepped back, swallowing hard before opening my eyes. Joshua was glancing behind him. When he turned back to face me he wore a satisfied smile.

“I think it worked,” he said. “He looked sufficiently stunned.”

My brain finally caught up, finally processing what had just happened. Joshua had kissed me. It wasn’t a bad kiss. And when I peaked over Joshua’s shoulder, I caught a glimpse of Nam-Il‘s frown. I grinned at Joshua.

He slipped his hand back into mine and we kept walking. I thought about peeking at Nam-Il and his new date but decided I had enough satisfaction for the day. I settled for the feeling of Joshua’s hand in mine, grounding me in the strange new reality I had created.

“You want to get lunch together?” Joshua asked.

“I can’t,” I said. “I’m meeting with a couple of my teammates to watch tape at noon.”

Joshua checked the time on his phone. “You do know that’s in five minutes, right?”

“Shit,” I said. Seeing Nam-Il had made my mind go blank for a moment, the pain too much. “I have to go.”

He squeezed my hand before letting it go.

“We’ll talk later!” I shouted as I jogged away, taking one last look at my new fake boyfriend. It wasn’t until I was inside that I realized I was smiling.

If I was being honest, my relationship with Nam-Il had been over for months. Even though he had been the one to say the words first, it was only a matter of time. I couldn’t really blame him for moving on quickly when our relationship had been over a long time ago. I just wished I knew if I was upset because I hadn’t moved on or because he didn’t even pretend to be upset over the end of our relationship.

“Yn,” Chaeyoung, my teammate, whispered in my ear. “Your boyfriend is waving at you.” I blinked back into reality to focus on Joshua across the field, standing behind the benches. I gave a small wave, feeling guilty that he’d probably been waving like an idiot while I was busy daydreaming about my ex boyfriend.

My teammates had been surprisingly understanding about dating Joshua. I was fully prepared to tell them the truth, but they weren’t surprised, and were even happy for me when I told them I was dating him. I supposed the athletics teams were pretty close, and I knew that a lot of my teammates had started to think Nam-Il was a crappy boyfriend at the end of our relationship, especially when he stopped coming to our matches. I couldn’t really blame them for that.

I only told my best friend (and roommate), Momo, the truth. She sat on my other side, scrolling through her phone as she had for the entire match.

“You know it’s more interesting if you actually watch the game,” I said.

She shrugged. “Since when do I care about soccer?” I had been lucky to get her to come to the match after practice, only convincing her because I wanted her to judge whether Joshua and I actually looked like a couple. The problem was that half the team overheard that we were going and invited themselves, and now they were sitting in the bleachers with me, teasing me for my boyfriend being so sweet.

“Besides, you’re just here for your boyfriend,” she said. “It’s not like you came to their matches before.”

“I am friends with the rest of the team!” I said.

“Knowing their names doesn’t mean you’re friends,” Chaeyoung said. “Coming from someone that’s actually friends with some of them.”

I glared at her. “Aren’t you supposed to have respect for your upperclassmen?”

“I do respect you,” she said, putting her hand on my shoulder. “That’s why I’m making sure no one misunderstands you.”

“You’re so full of it,” I said, but I was smiling. I peeked across the field again and found Joshua. He was chatting with Seungcheol and Jeonghan, his best friends. They’d played together for all of college, but I had just found out that Jeonghan and Joshua had played their very first season of soccer together, when they were just six. The thought of tiny Joshua running around chasing a ball was adorable.

He had to have some sixth sense for people staring at him, because it wasn’t long before he turned to me, smiling and waving again. Seungcheol smacked his shoulder, probably pretending to be mad at him for not paying attention.

It was halftime, the score was tied 1-1. I slid closer to Momo as the night air got chillier. It wouldn’t have been too bad, except we had come straight from practice, and the sweat had set a chill deep down that I couldn’t quite shake off. Unlike a lot of my teammates, I hadn’t thought to bring a sweater.

I couldn’t deny my pride at dating a member of the thus far undefeated soccer team, even if it was fake. I couldn’t deny my jealousy, our three losses unforgettable, but I still bragged about him as soon as I realized my teammates didn’t care that I had just broken up with Nam-Il.

It made tensions in the stands that much higher as the second half continued and the score remained tied. Even Momo looked up a couple times as the other team came close to scoring, Jihoon, our goalie, making a couple incredible saves. The freshman forward, Chan, made a couple good plays, getting through their defense, but even the so-called prodigy wasn’t good enough to get a goal in. I winced as it got more aggressive, plenty of arguable fouls on both sides.

Volleyball was my expertise, but I could follow the rules of soccer, which is how I knew Minghao, another of our forwards, was definitely not off-sides when the referee blew the whistle. The entire crowd booed as the ball went to the other team, destroying the chance that Minghao had created to score.

The other team moved viciously down the field, recklessly pushing through our defense despite our best efforts. Seungcheol made a move for the ball but the player kicked it across to his teammate. There were 30 seconds left in the match, the crowd chanting defense, defense, defense, as the other team drove closer and closer to our goal. I held my breath as they took a shot, but another of our defenders, Seungkwan, got there just in time. However, when he kicked the ball back towards our team, one of the other players intercepted it.

He maneuvered back to avoid our defense, kicked it to another teammate just before Joshua got to him. At 20 seconds, they were in position to take another shot, our defense scrambling. Seungcheol made one last desperate player but it wasn’t enough. It felt like time froze as the ball soared through the air, aiming for the top corner of the goal. Jihoon dove as high as he could but it still wasn’t enough, and the ball went in.

The crowd groaned, Jihoon picking himself off the ground and glaring at the ball. The other team were quick to cut off their celebrations, ready to completely sign in their victory, and the end of the winning streak.

For their part, our team didn’t quite give up. I was proud of how they tried to get the ball down as quickly as possible, Chan even getting a shot on goal off, though it was wild and never stood a chance at actually scoring. The crowd chanted, three, two, one! and it was over.

They had lost their undefeated winning streak.

Many of the team looked sad, heads hanging low, walking slowly to their bench as the other team whooped and jumped on each other. A loss would weigh heavy on all of them, even if they still had an unprecedented season with their stats.

I waved as most of the team left, rather disappointed that the first time they saw Joshua as my official boyfriend ended so poorly.

“Maybe you’re bad luck,” Momo whispered in my ear. I rolled my eyes at her smile, following her out of the bleachers.

“Are you saying the reason they lost is because I’m fake-” I paused, glancing around us and lowering my voice. “Because I’m ‘dating’ Joshua?”

“I would never say that!” She said, “I implied it.”

“Oh, well that’s much better then.” I stopped at the fence line. “I’ll see you at the apartment, I’m going to chat with my friends and make sure they aren’t too upset by this.”

Momo shook her head. “I think you just want to hug your boyfriend.”

I rolled my eyes at her again, almost regretting telling her the truth. “Drive safe! I’ll see you later!”

They took longer in the post-game meeting than I anticipated. The crowd was gone by the time the boys finally started making their way across the field, only a few parents and friends hanging around to see a player. Having stood for so long, I was cold again, wishing I had just gone home with Momo.

Joshua walked over with Seungcheol and Jeonghan, chatting with them but glancing at me every few seconds like he thought I was going to vanish. As soon as they reached me, Joshua stopped, the other two boys continuing down the path. He took one look at my shivering and wrapped his arms around me in a hug.

“Sorry I’m a little sweaty,” he whispered in my ear. “Is this okay?”

“‘S okay,” I said, grateful for any warmth. “I probably don’t smell the best either, I came straight from practice. How are you feeling?”

I could feel him shrug. “I mean, I’m not happy, but it’s whatever. It was cool to get this far and it sucks the winning streak is over but we can’t win them all. As long as we win during playoffs, the season doesn’t matter to me.”

“Really? You’d be okay if you lost every single game for the rest of the season?”

“Okay, fine, as long as we are still first in the region,” he said. “Hey, you want to come to dinner with us? I can guilt Seungcheol into paying.”

I smiled into his shoulder. “Free food? My answer is always yes.” He laughed, pulling away but keeping a warm arm over my shoulders and pulled close to his chest. I kept my arm around his waist. It was strange how natural it felt to be intimate with him. When I had first started dating Nam-Il, I had taken forever to feel comfortable holding his hand. It must be because it wasn’t real.

“Hey, yn is coming with us!” Joshua shouted to Seungcheol and Jeonghan. They slowed down until we caught up with them. Seungcheol apparently didn’t have Joshua’s approach to the loss, still ranting.

“All I’m saying is that if they didn’t make that horrible call on Minghao, we would have at least had a chance,” he said.

Joshua shrugged. “It’s over, man. It’s not like it’s playoffs.”

“I don’t like it.”

“Okay, you’re being dramatic,” I said. “It’s one loss and it wasn’t even a blow out. Did you guys win, like, eight nothing last week?”

“Yeah, stop insulting the fact that the volleyball team has three losses,” Jeonghan said.

I frowned at him. “I don’t like your support.”

“No one ever does.” Jeonghan sighed overdramatically.

“That’s because your version of support is rarely actual support,” Joshua said. “You literally just insulted yn.”

“Insult is harsh. It was the truth,” he said.

“I think we’re getting distracted from the fact that we actually lost,” Seungcheol said.

Joshua rolled his eyes. “One or three, it doesn’t really matter, all that matters-”

“Is the end of the season,” Seungcheol finished. “So you’ve said. You’re starting to sound like Coach.”

“Never say that again,” Joshua said.

“It’s a compliment!” Jeonghan said. We reached the parking lot. Joshua tossed his bag into the trunk of a car, then dug around the back seat, emerging with a sweatshirt.

“I’m at least 70% sure this is mine,” he said, passing it to me. “But if it smells, it’s definitely Seungcheol’s.” I laughed, pulling it over my head, deciding it smelled distinctly like Joshua.

“Hey!” He held up the keys. “This is still my car, I can leave you whenever I want!”

“You can try,” Joshua said, sliding back into the backseat. I followed him as Seungcheol slammed the driver's door shut and Jeonghan sat in the front seat. He turned around immediately, staring at me and Joshua in the back. We had left the middle seat open, Joshua behind Seungcheol and me behind Jeonghan. He glared at that empty seat, as if we were supposed to be sitting in each other's laps.

“You’re being weird,” Joshua said without looking up from his phone. Jeonghan turned back with a sigh, strapping his seatbelt on as Seungcheol began to drive.

“So, Joshua refuses to tell us how you started dating,” Seungcheol said. I glanced at Joshua who had dropped his phone, eyes wide.

“That’s because it’s not your business,” he said quickly.

“Yeah, I don’t really care,” Seungcheol said. “Also yn had a different boyfriend a week ago, and yes, we all know he sucks, but you are my best friend- you are also my best friend don’t be annoying, Jeonghan- anyways, I’m going to make sure that your relationship is, like, healthy or whatever.”

“That’s very kind of you, dad,” Joshua said. “But I can make my own decisions.”

“Not when yn is involved,” Jeonghan muttered. I felt like an intruder in the conversation, but I couldn’t exactly leave without jumping out of a moving car.

“Joshua, we’re just asking how you started dating,” Seungcheol said. “Most people love talking about that.”

“It’s fine,” I said before Joshua could argue back. He turned to me and I could tell he just didn’t want me to get into trouble. Well, it was my fault his friends were interrogating him, the least I could do was help him out. “Yeah, technically I only broke up with Nam-Il last week-”

“I heard you got dumped,” Jeonghan said.

I glared at the back of his seat. “It doesn’t particularly matter because we hadn’t really been together in months. Honestly, it was just like waiting for the right thing to break up with him over and he beat me to it.”

It felt good to say out loud, grounding myself in reality. It wasn’t me, it wasn’t him, it was both of us. I smiled at Joshua. “I just realized I had feelings for someone else, and told him. Is that a crime?”

“That’s the story you’re going to stick with?” He asked.

“It’s the truth,” I said. More or less, I added in my head.

“It has nothing to do with Nam-Il dating someone new?” Jeonghan asked.

I was quiet for just a second too long.

“Can you guys please stop interrogating them?” Joshua asked. “I told you, we are fine.” He took my hand and squeezed it. I couldn’t tell if he was doing it to prove to them we were a normal couple or to comfort me. I figured it had to be the first one even though they probably couldn’t see our hands.

“Answer the question,” Jeonghan said, turning to face us. The car stopped at a light, and we were bathed in red.

“I mean I wasn’t a fan of him moving on so quickly,” I said slowly. “But I like Joshua.” I glanced at him, black hair messy from the game, soft smile reaching his eyes and turning them into little crescents, hand still in mine, and it almost wasn’t a lie.

Jeonghan turned back around as the light turned green, apparently satisfied.

“Okay, now that that’s all cleared up, I think you guys owe us dinner!” Joshua said. “Right, yn?”

“Um…”

“Perfect, we all agree!” He said.

“I already said I was going to pay,” Seungcheol grumbled.

“You’ll just have to owe us extra then!”

The rest of the car ride was quiet. Joshua would show me a meme every once in a while and Seungcheol started talking about the game again, more to himself than anyone else.

“Just let it go,” Jeonghan said. “We have a tournament this weekend and if you’re still obsessed with this we’ll lose those too.”

I turned to Joshua. “Our first weekend as a couple and you’re leaving me?”

He glanced at me and smiled at my fake pout, reaching out and patting my head. “Don’t you have a tournament this weekend too?”

“That’s not the point!” I said.

“You two are kind of gross,” Seungcheol said. He pulled into the parking lot of a diner. It was nearly 10, so the diner was pretty much empty.

Apparently they came here at least once a week, the staff recognizing them as we sat down without waiting for a host.

“This is the only diner open after games that actually has good food,” Joshua whispered in my ear. “It’s a heavily kept secret among the soccer team, we only tell the freshmen at the end of the season. There’s actually a full ritual to swear you into secrecy or you aren’t allowed to leave.”

I knew he was joking, but his eyes were so serious that I played along. I kissed him on the cheek. “Consider that my declaration of secrecy.” He pressed his fingers to his cheek for a moment, glancing at me with distinct surprise. Joshua followed my gaze to Seungcheol and Jeonghan, who were studying the menu pretty intensely for people that were regulars. I winked at Joshua.

“Okay, but how do you guys keep this place a secret?” I asked louder.

Seungcheol peeked up, seeming to sigh in relief when he saw that there was some space between us. “It’s listed online as closed at 9pm and they made a deal with the wait staff years ago to keep it that way.”

“That’s incredibly suspicious,” I said. “I love it.”

“What do you want?” Joshua asked me.

I shrugged. “You can just order for me, I would hope after three years you know what’s good on the menu.”

A few minutes later, the food appeared, despite the fact that Joshua had only just gone up to order my food. The waiter set down three players of food, apologizing saying my meal would be out in a minute. Apparently they were so regular the staff knew to put in their order the second they walked in.

I didn’t think I was too hungry, but the food smelled so good my stomach started grumbling. I didn’t think it was noticeable, but Joshua slid his plate in front me.

“I ordered the same thing, anyways,” he said when I frowned at him.

“You just played a game, you should eat.”

“You just had practice, you should eat.”

I stared him down but he stared right back.

“Can one of you just eat so this isn’t weird anymore,” Jeonghan said. I looked and saw both he and Seungcheol were hovering over their food, watching us.

“Go ahead,” Joshua said, folding his arms.

I frowned at him until I had an idea. I pulled the plate closer to me, sticking the fork and loading a good amount of food onto it. I turned to Joshua, holding the fork to his face.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Getting you to eat!” I heard Seungcheol snort trying to hold back his laugh. “Open up!”

Joshua glanced at his friends, for the first time looking embarrassed. He did this to himself. Finally, he opened his mouth, letting me stick the food into his mouth. I could feel his glare as I turned back to the plate, satisfied I had been successful, digging into the food. Not long after, the other plate was delivered and we were too absorbed in eating to talk.

I understood why the boys had kept this place such a well hidden secret. The food was so good I couldn’t imagine having the secret for so many years. I grinned at Joshua, realizing just how good my choice in fake boyfriends had been.

It wasn’t like I had many options. I had plenty of friends, most of them in athletics. But Joshua was the only one that I trusted enough to be not only the person that I was publicly with, but also the person that I could actually talk to about my life. He was my fake boyfriend, but he was also my friend.

The rest of dinner was uneventful, the most excitement coming from Seungcheol grimacing when the waiter asked about the match. We were just about ready to go when Joshua went to the bathroom. I was left sitting across from Seungcheol and Jeonghan, both of whom had expressions I couldn’t decipher.

“So,” Jeonghan said as soon as Joshua was out of earshot. “You told Joshua how you felt first?”

“Yes,” I said slowly. “Are we really back on this?”

Seungcheol glanced behind them, checking to see that Joshua really was gone. As soon as the bathroom door was shut, he leaned over the table. “Thank god, do you know how exhausting it was to listen to him pine for the past two years? Seriously, he pretended like he wasn’t, but it was so obvious.”

“Yn, do you understand how painful these past two years have been?” Jeonghan asked. “This idiot has made our life hell because of you. I cannot count how many times I woke up to his 2 am depression spam of debating whether he should tell you how he felt or not. Actually, I’m pretty sure he did it, like, last week.”

“I am begging you, please, for our sanity, never break up with him,” Seungcheol said. “He’s an idiot but he genuinely cares about you, and I can’t bear to put up with him pretending like he isn’t pining after you literally every day.”

They were so serious I almost believed them. I opened my mouth to tell them to stop teasing, but then I saw Joshua emerge from the bathroom. It was all I could do to smile back as he walked over, clearly expecting everyone to be ready to go.

Seungcheol and Jeonghan stood up, all signs of desperation completely gone, leaving me to follow them quietly to the car. Joshua noticed something was wrong immediately, squeezing my hand and not letting go even when we got into the car. The car ride was filled with Seungcheol and Jeonghan’s banter, Joshua piping in a couple of times but mostly worrying over me as I replayed Seungcheol and Jeonghan’s words in my head.

When we reached my apartment, he followed me out of the car, telling the guys that he would walk me to my door.

“What happened?” He asked as soon as the car door was shut.

“You need to tell them the truth,” I said as we walked towards the building.

“What?”

“They just tried to tell me that you’ve been in love with me for the past two years, and they were really good at it, like, I seriously almost believed them, but clearly they aren’t believing us, so you should just tell them the truth so they don’t get any more upset and do something even more insane.”

Joshua was quiet a moment. “They really said that?”

I rolled my eyes. “They begged me not to break up with you.”

“They must have thought they were hilarious,” Joshua said. He sounded like he was still processing it. I was still processing it, not quite sure what his two best friends were trying to do. He was quiet the entire elevator ride up. I don’t know when, but I realized we had stopped holding hands.

He still walked me to my door. “I’ll tell them the truth as soon as I go back,” he said. “I… I’m sorry they did that to you.”

I stood next to him for a moment, trying to think of what I should say. He avoided my eyes, staring at the floor, and I felt like I should comfort him, tell him… something. But in the end there was nothing to say, and the last I saw of him was his sad back retreating down the hall.

“Dropping out is a mistake, right?”

“Yn, you’re on an athletic scholarship,” Joshua said. “You can’t drop out.”

I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling of the apartment. I wondered why so many ceilings were textured. I could feel my hands running over the surface, the ridges digging into my hands. Did my apartment have ceilings like this?

“Okay, but what if I don’t graduate?”

“Your grades are fine, you just showed them to me.” I wondered how Joshua could be so focused, as I continued to pester him with questions. I turned to my side to study him, laying on his stomach and switching between reading a textbook and scribbling color coded notes.

I first met Joshua during our freshman year when we had a class together. Technically I’d seen him around campus before, both of us participating in summer training for our respective sports, but we weren’t formally introduced until that day in class. We bonded over missing classes because of games and scrambling to keep up with our insane schedules as freshmen. I was amazed then as I was now at how perfect his notes were.

I knew his secret: his notes might be organized, but his thoughts rarely were. Having peer edited his papers, I felt like I knew exactly what sort of student Joshua was, which was why I should have been incredibly annoying to him right now, when we were supposed to be studying and I was, instead, doing everything in my power to distract him.

“Don’t you think you should support me? I mean, I am fake dating you,” I said. It was nice to be somewhere that I could say it out loud. It had been over a week since Joshua had told Seungcheol and Jeonghan, who had taken it surprisingly well. Though I wasn’t sure they weren’t stink eyeing me behind my back, they at least let me come over for fake dates, which was what today was supposed to be except Joshua had a quiz he needed to study for.

I was supposed to be studying as well but I had no motivation to do so, especially when teasing Joshua was so much easier.

“Don’t you think you should support me?” He asked, finally turning to face me. “I mean, your fake boyfriend is going to be put on academic probation if he fails this quiz.”

“You have not failed a quiz in your life,” I said.

“Yeah, because I study,” he said, but he closed the textbook anyways. “Clearly that’s not going to happen with you around.”

I sat up and beamed at him. “See isn’t this so much better!”

He shook his head, but I could still see him smile. “Wait here,” he said, placing a gentle hand on my arm. He stood up, disappearing into his room for a moment before sitting down in front of me and setting down a little box.

“I was going to give this to you later, but since you’re so determined to get attention, here.” He opened the box. Nestled inside were two little beaded bracelets, clearly handmade. They were almost identical, alternating shades of blue with a little heart charm in the middle. The only difference between them was the letters next to the heart. One had HJ, and the other my own initials.

“I know it’s cheesy, but I thought couples bracelets could be proof,” Joshua said. “Like, if anyone doesn’t believe us, you could just point to it and be like ‘see, we both have them.’”

I picked them up, caressing them between my fingers. “Did you make these?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, it started as a joke with my high school teammates but somehow we all ended up with them for our backpacks, and- are you okay?”

I had been fighting the tears that had forced their way to my eyes but him asking sent me over the edge. The traitorous tears pushed down my cheeks, out of my control. Joshua was hesitant at first, but wrapped his arms around me entirely when I pulled on his sleeve, bracelets curled in my fingers. I buried my face in his shoulder, more embarrassed that I was crying over bracelets than actually sobbing. His gentle hands rubbing my back only made it harder to stop the tears.

I had promised myself that I wouldn’t compare Joshua to Nam-Il the day after we started fake dating. It wasn’t fair to Joshua, since he wasn’t actually my boyfriend, and I wanted to move on from Nam-Il, not hold on to everything that he was and expect it from my next relationship. Joshua made that impossible, by being the sweetest, best boyfriend he could, even if it was fake.

He was nothing but sweet and kind, and I was using him to… what? Piss off my ex? Show him that I didn’t care about him anymore? It wasn’t fair to Joshua, who deserved someone that genuinely cared about him.

“If they were that ugly, you could have just told me,” he whispered in my ear when I finally stopped crying.

How could he make me laugh so easily?

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” he said, “But I’m here if you do.” I realized I was still wrapped in his embrace. The selfish part of me wanted to stay there where it was safe and I could hide, but I gathered up my courage and pushed myself out of his arms.

“I just keep realizing that Nam-Il was pretty much a waste of the past two years,” I said. “Like, I invested so much time and energy into the relationship, and I realized he never once made something for me. Like, he’d buy gifts and everything, but I don’t think he ever really thought about doing something like this.”

After a pause, I added, “Not that I’m comparing you two. I mean, this is a fake relationship. But the fact that you are a better fake boyfriend than he was a real boyfriend just makes me question everything about how I spent the last two years. He said I overthink things, and I think he was right because I can’t help but think that I ruined it, that I spent too much of our relationship thinking and not enough doing, or telling him how I felt instead of worrying that his feelings might be hurt, or he might not understand.

“And I feel horrible because you deserve to real date someone, someone that isn’t a mess and isn’t…” Me.

I felt brave enough to meet his eyes. He was staring at me with a little frown. “Yn, are you still upset that your ex started dating someone so soon after you broke up?”

“No, I realized today that I’m not mad at him anymore, just myself.”

“Yn do you want to fake breakup?” His expression was unreadable.

“It’s what you deserve.”

“But do you want to fake breakup?”

I chewed on my lip. I knew the answer, but that wasn’t enough, I had to have a reason why. Why didn’t I want to break up with him? It wouldn’t change anything, we were still friends. But the thought of breaking up, even though it was fake, was scarier than my actual breakup with Nam-Il.

I shook my head.

“Then we don’t fake breakup,” he said, pulling the bracelets out of my hand and sliding the one with my initials onto his wrist. He held up the other one for me.

“That’s not fair to you,” I mumbled.

“How about I decide that, and you decide what’s best for you? Because right now, I think those are the same thing.” He gently picked up my hand, setting the bracelet in it. “I won’t make you wear it if you don’t want to. And if you really do want to fake breakup then that’s fine. But, yn.” He squeezed my hand. “You deserve someone who loves all of you and loves everything that you are and never lets you forget it, okay? I know you aren’t ready for a relationship yet, but when you are, don’t ever forget that.”

He was looking at me with such an intense gaze, I could feel my heart beating in my throat, and wondered if just maybe that person might one day be him.

Joshua hadn’t kissed me since the first day. It had been four weeks and five days since then, and while I wasn’t obsessed with the idea of kissing him, every once in a while, when we were walking or studying together, I would catch a glimpse of his lips and remember how strangely perfect the kiss had been. I wondered if he ever thought about it either. He had kissed me on the cheek plenty of times, though it wasn’t the same.

I caught his arm before he could get too far away from me. I was so tempted to press a kiss against his lips, just to see the look of surprise on his face, but turned at the last second, pressing it on his cheek. I laughed at the stain the dark blue lipstick I was wearing left, wiping it off with my thumb.

“For luck,” I said when he raised his eyebrows. “You better win.”

“What have I been saying this entire season?” He smiled, a hint of cockiness to his attitude. “Nothing mattered until now.” I smacked his arm, laughing at his cheesiness. We stood in the stadium, near the gate to enter the field. Joshua wore his warmups, his uniform safely tucked away in his bag behind the bench. I was hardly the only one there early, more than a few people in the stands ready to cheer, and some like me, chatting with players.

“I can’t be the only one going to nationals in this relationship,” I said. I was still reeling in the pure ecstasy of our win the night before that had sealed our ticket to playing in the national tournament. It was hardly a guarantee that we’d win; in fact, our chances were pretty low as a lower seeded team. But going meant that my career wasn’t quite over, that I could hold on to the sport I loved more than anything for just a few weeks longer. It was enough to make me giddy.

He tapped my nose. “You’re starting to become a little cocky.”

“That’s what happens when you win and you’re going to nationals.” I grinned at him.

“You’re ridiculous,” he said, but he said it with a fond smile and I knew he was joking. He glanced at the timer, coming closer to the 60 minute mark. He would have to go to start warmups soon.

I squeezed his hand, trying to be serious. “You’ll win.” He stared at the ground, looking like he believed me, so I said it again. “You will win, and we will both go to nationals, and obviously we’ll win there too, and we’ll be a power couple like Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively.”

He laughed, but the smile didn’t remain for long. “Would you still date me if we lost?”

My cheeks felt warm as I forgot that there were people around us and that’s why he left out ‘fake.’ “Do you really think I’m that shallow?”

“You do sort of look like a groupie,” he said, gesturing to my outfit.

“Hey, this is literally your shirt!” I said. He had given me his old high school jersey as a joke, but every game I had worn it to, they had won, and I wasn’t going to break tradition now. I had even finally remembered to take the couples bracelet off of my key ring and back onto my wrist where it belonged. The blue makeup and hair ribbons in our school colors might have been a little much, but it was nothing compared to the guys I saw pregaming in the parking lot who had painted their entire bodies blue. “I think I look like a supportive partner.”

“And a cute one at that,” Joshua said, so serious that I almost didn’t think he was joking. He glanced at the timer again. “I need to go.” He paused for a moment longer in front of me, and I thought he was going to say something else, but he turned away, jogging across the field.

“If you don’t score, I’m breaking up with you!” I shouted after him. Even halfway across the field I could hear his laugh.

I settled into the front row of the stands, saving spots for the other members of the volleyball team who had promised they would come. The stands were pretty empty when warmups officially started, but at the 30 minute mark, they were buzzing with apprehension. With only five minutes left before the game, they were packed with people, mostly students, but a lot of parents, and even a few fans. Though our school wasn’t a commonly known name, their unprecedented two loss season and incredible stats from this year had gained a lot of attention. Joshua had told me that a couple of their players were in the process of being recruited for professional teams.

My own heart was hammering in my chest with more nerves than when I had played in my own playoffs the night before. At least then I had been playing, and even if we’d lost, I would have been able to say that I had done my best on the court. All I could do now was hope for the best and believe. There was something incredibly maddening about having no control.

We took the ball right at the start of the match, sending it back towards our defense first so that our players could move into better offensive positions. I watched Joshua as he moved across the field, moving back and forth across the midline until the team could get the ball farther down, pushing the other team’s defense back. Chan got a shot off but it was defended pretty easily. Neither team was going to give up without a fight.

The first half went back and forth, each team getting close to scoring but never actually getting the ball in. Jihoon had to make more than one good saves, but so did the other goalie. The crowd practically cried when the first half ended just before Jun could get a good kick on the ball.

The fifteen minute break between the halves went by quickly. I chatted with Momo, who had actually been watching for the first time since I’d started dragging her to these games. In no time they were back on the field.

I could feel how desperate both teams were to score, feeling as though I was on the field with them as our team pushed forwards past their defense. Jun, the tallest of our forwards, pushed ahead with the ball. He was practically right in front of me, which was how I could see the moment the other team’s defender crossed the line. He was behind Jun, acting as though he wanted to get the ball, but I saw as he raised his foot and dug the metal cleat onto the back of Jun’s calf, sinking the metal in and dragging his foot down.

Jun fell onto the turf immediately as Minghao practically tackled the other team’s defender to get him off Jun. Curse words were flying as the referees blew their whistles, desperately trying to stop it from turning into an all-out brawl. I found Joshua holding back Seungcheol with the help of Mingyu. He looked ready to commit a murder, and that’s when I realized I recognized the boy who had cleated Jun.

He had been on our team until last year.

The referees finally got the boys to calm down, sending them to their respective benches as the trainer was able to get Jun on his feet. Minghao and Chan helped him hobble to the table where she could actually treat his wound.

The crowd was a mess. I was pretty sure that some of the tipsy students were trying to break out and start a fight with the other team’s crowd, while others were chanting that the kid should be expelled, while others were looking rather sick at the gore that was right in front of them. I felt helpless as I watched the boys glare across the field while the other team was clearly yelling at the boy.

I breathed a sigh of relief when Jun was finally out of eyesight, hoping he could be treated without the prying eyes of the full stands and suffering even more trying to make sure he didn’t look like he was in too much pain. I didn’t know him very well, but he was nice, and he loved to play soccer. I wondered how deep the cleats had torn, and what his recovery would be like.

An injury like that was chilling to watch, especially for an athlete. It was a reminder not to take what you have for granted.

The referees announced the expulsion of the player quickly, giving Minghao a yellow card for “aggressive behavior.” As the boys stepped back onto the field, I could tell the atmosphere was different. I had been at the game where Chan got rocked by a defender and had to sit out because they were worried he might have a concussion. This was worse than that, the players on the field looking like sharks ready to pounce on the first source of blood. Even Joshua, my sweet, kind (fake) boyfriend who I had only ever seen angry once because his roommates locked him out, was glaring at the other team.

If they had been desperate before, it was nothing compared to now. The second the referee blew the whistle, they were pushing down the field. I winced any time they came near the other team's defense, but no fouls were called. Within the first two minutes of the game starting again, the ball was being passed between Chan and Minghao, back and forth, dodging around a couple defenders, moving closer to the goal, then sent back to Joshua near the midline, who took it up the field on his own, pulling the defenders to him before shooting it back up to Chan, who was waiting by the corner of the six yard box, changing the trajectory of the kick so instead of sailing past him, it was going to the goal.

The other goalie made a dive for the ball.

He was too late.

Cheers erupted on the field and in the stands, even Momo beside me shouting. Chan made it halfway across the field before his teammates lifted him off his feet. It took a couple minutes for them to settle down and reset, but the 1-0 on the screen was more comfort than I could imagine.

They only grew more cocky as the game continued and the score didn’t change. With only ten minutes left, the other team was trying everything they could, but nothing got past Seungcheol and Mingyu’s infamous Great Wall defense, and the little that could was stopped by Jihoon.

If they had calmed down about the incident, Jun hobbling back to the bench with five minutes left wound them right back up. All they had to do was hold the score, but I watched as Soonyoung pushed the ball downfield, passing it to Minghao. Our offense was definitely different without Jun, but they weren’t any less determined.

The Minghao-Chan duo were back at it, passing the ball between each other and dancing around the defense. With three minutes and twelve seconds left in the game, Minghao took a shot. It was deflected by a defender, but when he tried to send it back downfield to his teammates, Seokmin was there, intercepting the ball and sending it right back to Minghao, who took another shot and this time there was no defender to stop him.

I would have sworn that the screams could be heard all the way back to the other team’s home field as we cheered in the stands. A 2-0 lead with less than three minutes left in the game, all they had to do was hold on and they’d be the champions. It was so close I could already feel the win.

The energy on the field was immeasurable as the defense somehow locked up even further, doing their best to prevent the ball from even crossing the midline. When the clock hit one minute remaining, the other team pulled their goalie onto the field, and they made some headway, pushing up to our goal with thirty seconds left.

One kick from Seungkwan was all it took to send the ball soaring back down the pitch, their defense scrambling to get back in time.

I grinned as we counted down the clock in the stands.

“Ten!”

To their credit, the other team didn’t give up, catching up to the ball and trying to get into an offensive position

“Nine!”

Seungcheol and Mingyu refused to let a ball pass them.

“Eight!”

Joshua got the ball, taking it down field with him towards the other team’s goal.

“Seven!”

He kicked it to Seokmin.

“Six!”

Seokmin took it even further.

“Five!”

He passed it back to Joshua, who immediately sent it to Minghao.

“Four!”

Minghao faked a shot, sending it instead to Seokmin.

“Three!”

Seokmin sent it to Chan.

“Two!”

Chan swung his leg, sending the ball into the air.

“One!”

The ball seemed to stop in midair, just for a second. We held our breath as the buzzer began to ring, the ball floating, floating, floating, hovering just over the hands of the goal, and flying into the back of the net.

I couldn’t hear, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, doing my best to cheer with the crowd as the boys swarmed the field, hugging each other for a moment before going to their bench and lifting up Jun. I was pretty sure the trainer was having an aneurysm as they tossed him into the air, but they set him back down and even across the field through all the cheering, I could hear his laugh.

It took a while for the stands to clear, and even longer for the boys to emerge from the changing rooms. I waited against the wall, still grinning. I couldn’t quite believe that we really both were going to nationals. It felt a little bit like fate, except, of course, we weren’t actually together.

That was the problem, though. The lines had gotten blurred at some point, I couldn’t tell when, and I found myself forgetting that it was fake, forgetting why it was ever fake in the first place.

When I saw Joshua, I stopped thinking. He was grinning, pulling me into a hug that lifted me off my feet as soon as he saw me. I held on as tightly as I could until he set me down.

“Told you so,” I said. I felt as happy as I had last night, no, happier, because last night there was still a chance that he might not be able to feel the same way I did now.

“We only could win because of you,” he said. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Only if it’s true.” I laced my fingers with his as he started walking to the parking lot. We trailed behind Seungcheol and Jeonghan and I was suddenly sad that he lived with his teammates. I wanted to cling to this night just a little bit longer.

“Is Jun okay?”

Joshua shrugged. “He’ll probably be out for the rest of the season, but the trainer said he should be okay. They’re taking him to the emergency room to make sure it didn’t tear any tendons or anything, but I think she said it didn’t go too deeply into his muscles. The idiot wanted to watch the end of the game before he left.”

“The guy that cleated him... he used to play here, didn’t he?” Joshua didn’t answer for a long moment, glaring at the ground.

“Yeah,” he finally said. “The official word is that he transferred after last season.”

I wasn’t sure if I should press him for more, but curiosity got the better of me. “What really happened?”

“He was kicked off,” Joshua said. He didn’t elaborate any further, and I realized it was definitely not my place to ask more.

Joshua walked me to my car in silence. I wondered if he was upset that I asked about what happened. I leaned against the car door, not quite ready to say goodnight to him.

“How does it feel to be regional champion?” I asked. “You’re going to nationals.”

“I could ask you the same thing.” Joshua smiled at me, a genuine smile, no sign that we had been talking about anything upsetting. He leaned against the car beside me, though neither of us had anything to say.

“Seungcheol is probably going to invite the team to celebrate tonight if you want to come,” Joshua said.

I turned to meet his eyes in the streetlights, head brushing against his shoulder. The orange lights cast a strange haze over him, as if I was looking at him in a dream.

“We have practice tomorrow morning.” I sighed. “Coach said nationals prep starts immediately.”

Joshua didn’t say anything, but I think he knew what I didn’t say, just as I knew what he was thinking.

I want to be with you.

I want you to be with me.

He stayed a few moments longer, but eventually Jeonghan shouted that they were going to leave without him and he said a quick goodnight, kissing me on the forehead and sprinting to catch up with the car because Seungcheol had started to pull out of the lot.

I felt strange driving home alone, like there was something I forgot to tell him. Coach wasn’t joking about nationals prep; when I got back, Momo told me that she sent an email saying that we needed to be at lifting at 6 and practice would start at 7.

“Why so early?” I moaned into my pillow.

“You know Coach, she’s probably going to make us go to study hall after,” she said from the doorway of my room. “You should go to sleep soon, it’s going to be a long day tomorrow.”

I sat up, reminding myself that I loved volleyball. I took a quick shower, then crawled back into bed. I sent Joshua a quick text telling him to be safe and drink lots of water, then let myself drift off to sleep, hanging on to the memory of him spinning me in his arms.

I woke up to a bright light. At first I thought it was morning, but when I opened my eyes, I realized it was my phone screen. I reached over to turn it off but when I picked it up I realized Joshua was calling me.

“Yn!” He said, slurring just a little. “Hi!”

“Joshua? Are you okay?” I sat up, checking the time on my clock. It was only 11:30 pm.

“I’ve never been better,” he said. “But we’re playing drink or dare and I don’t know how many drinks I’ve had so they made me do the dare.”

“Drink or dare?”

“You drink or you do a dare.”

“That makes sense,” I said, sitting up. I was still fighting sleep. “You were dared to call me?”

“I was dared to call you to tell you to pick me up.”

“Aren’t you at your apartment?”

“Yeah, I was dared to call you to tell you to pick me up and take me back to your place.”

“Oh,” I said. I was definitely awake now.

“You don’t have to actually come,” he said. I could hear some groans in the background. “Though I think they might still make me drink.”

“I’m on the way,” I said, getting out of bed and stretching. I hung up, trying not to think about how early I had to be up in the morning as I put on a sweatshirt and grabbed my keys. I wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing, but I could still hear Joshua’s voice when he thought I had hung up and whispered, “I love you.”

He was drunk and probably didn’t even realize he said it. He probably wasn’t even saying it to me. So why did I want it to be true?

The drive took eight minutes at this hour. I stepped out of the car and immediately regretted not bringing pants, shivering in the late October air while I waited for someone to let me into the apartment.

Maybe I had hallucinated it; it wouldn’t have been the first time I’d sleepily imagined his voice, though never those words. I couldn’t forget that, real or exhaustion-induced hallucination.

“Yn!” Jeonghan opened the door, dragging me in with an arm over my shoulder. I was surprised he didn’t smell like alcohol, until I remembered that Joshua said he didn’t drink very often. He pulled me through the entryway to where the entire soccer team was spread out, some of them on the couch, most sprawled on the floor. There were a few other people I recognized, friends of teammates, a couple people that I knew were dating players.

Joshua was laying on the floor, looking like he definitely had too much to drink. Jeonghan finally let go of my arm as I crouched over him. He opened his eyes and smiled and my heart did a couple flips.

“Hi,” he said. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

“You called me, dummy,” I said, tugging on his sleeve to get him to sit up. He almost knocked me down by leaning on me to sit up, and I somehow ended up half in his lap.

“I live here,” he said.

“You do, but you called me to pick you up.”

“That’s because we’re dating and I missed you.”

“That’s very sweet, but if you weren’t actually serious about coming home with me then I need to go because I have practice in the morning.”

He wrapped his arms around my waist, tucking his head into my shoulder. “Don’t go!”

“Then come with me,” I said, very aware of how many people were watching us. Though everyone knew how long we had been together, and Joshua had even slept over on my couch a couple times before, it felt bold to be (metaphorically) standing in front of him asking him to come home with me, especially with the half drunk audience.

“Joshua,” I tapped him on the shoulder because I wasn’t completely sure he wasn’t asleep. “Let’s go.” He loosened his arms enough so that I could stand, dragging him up with me. He latched on to my arm, surprisingly stable on his feet as we walked down the hall, sliding his shoes on and following me to the car. I was happy he clearly wasn’t going to notice how red my cheeks were as a couple of his teammates cheered and Seungcheol said, “be safe.”

Joshua practically fell into the front seat of my car. For an athlete, he wasn’t particularly graceful. I couldn’t help but smile as he fumbled with the seat buckle. I watched him struggle for a couple moments before shaking my head, leaning over him and clicking it into place. I turned my head to the side just slightly and realized how close I was to Joshua’s face, our noses about to brush together.

“You smell nice,” he said. I fought every urge not to glance at his lips because I was pretty sure if I did I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from leaning forward and pressing a kiss onto them. I knew I should probably stand up and drive home, but I stayed for a few more seconds, holding my breath when he lifted his hand to my face, running his thumb over my cheekbone, fingers gently caressing my jaw.

“You are the only one in my heart,” Joshua said. “Did you know that?”

I froze, staring into his eyes which were fixed on me as if he really was in love.

“We’re not going to break up because I didn’t score, right?”

Despite the fact that he had just made my heart do an entire acrobatic routine, I couldn’t help but laugh lightly, leaning back and patting his shoulder. “No, we are not going to fake break up.” I stepped out of the car, watching him slowly fall asleep.

I hadn’t misheard him earlier. He said ‘I love you.’ He told me how he felt in the most romantic way possible, albeit drunk, then proceeded to fall asleep. I couldn’t help but laugh, until I was hit by another realization.

This wasn’t a new emotion for him. I remembered how easily we fit together, how he didn’t deny that he wanted to date but said fake dating me wasn’t going to hurt him, the bracelets, Seungcheol and Jeonghan telling me that it had been two years and begging me not to break his heart, how quickly he said yes that first day I asked him to be my fake boyfriend. I remembered spending our first semester together, closer to him than to anyone else I had met, up until I started dating Nam-Il. We weren’t as close after that, and I realized that he probably pulled away, not wanting to get hurt.

I was an idiot.

An idiot for not ever realizing it, an idiot for not realizing how I felt.

I stared at him, sitting in my car, smiling just a tiny bit in his sleep. I loved him. Everything was clear now, the racing in my heart when he did something as simple as smile at me, how holding his hand never failed to ground me in reality, how fake dating him for the past month and a half made me happier than two years with my ex.

I loved him.

I stood outside the door to my apartment, key in my hand. The plan was so much easier in my head at 5 am when he was snoring on my couch, when I was at lifting, when I was at practice, when I was sneaking out of study hall. Not when I was about to walk into my apartment with no idea if Joshua was still there, ready to confront the fact that 1. he was in love with me and 2. I was a little in love with him too.

I took a deep breath, turning the key in the lock and stepping inside, setting my volleyball bag down in the entryway with my shoes. I couldn’t figure out how to breathe normally as I peeked over to the couch.

He was still there, sitting up and frowning at me. He looked adorable. “Yn? Did I sleep here?”

I laughed. “Yeah, I’m guessing you don’t remember much from last night, huh?”

“We won,” he said with a smile. “And I remember Seungcheol tried to kill me with shots. After that it’s kind of hazy.”

I sat next to him on the couch. Joshua had been my safe place for the past couple months, and I wasn’t sure how to act around him now. Logic said that what I was ready to tell him would be something he wanted to hear, something he’d been waiting to hear for a long time. Why was I still so nervous?

“You don’t remember calling me?”

He shook his head. “I remember… I don’t remember anything.”

I was almost ready to chicken out, but Joshua met my eyes and smiled. There was nothing new about it, the same soft smile, eyes turned up into little moons.

“You called at like 11:30 to have me pick you up,” I started. “And when I got to your apartment you were sleeping on the floor.”

“Wait, why did I call you to pick me up if I was at my apartment?” Joshua looked so cute frowning.

“You know, I don’t really get that either, but apparently you were playing a drinking game and I’m guessing it was supposed to be something like a booty call but considering you were sleeping on the floor when I got there I don’t think anyone really thought anything was going to happen.

“After I finally got you up, which by the way you are way heavier than you look, we got into my car and I literally had to strap you in.” I paused, glancing at him. “You still don’t remember any of this?”

He shook his head, but I could tell from his frown he wasn’t saying something.

“Well, first you said I smelled nice, which I guess was a compliment because you smelled like tequila, but then you said something else.”

His lips formed a little o. “It wasn’t a dream,” he breathed. I don’t know how he held my gaze as I watched him go through almost every emotion possible, shock, guilt, fear.

“Yn,” he said slowly. “I don’t know how to say this, clearly, and last night was definitely not how I intended for you to find out how I feel. I understand if you are uncomfortable with our… relationship and I don’t want you to feel trapped by anything, I just-”

“Joshua,” I said, placing my hand gently on his wrist. “Can you tell me again?”

“I-” He frowned. “What?”

“Can you say it not super drunk?”

“Yn, I love you.” The words came quickly, like he’d been holding them back for a long time. “I’ve been in love with you for the past two years and I know it’s not fair because you only asked me to be your fake boyfriend, but being together, even though it wasn’t real, felt right and you deserve to know that someone loves you, that I love you.” He looked so earnest, so honest, hands curling into fists instead of picking up mine, never once turning away from my eyes.

“I love you, too,” I said, voice barely stronger than a whisper. “Did you know that you’re a really good fake boyfriend? I meant what I said last time: you’d make a really good boyfriend to someone. I finally realized that I want that person to be me.”

Joshua was frozen for a second. “You really mean it?”

I laughed, nodding. “It’s not just because you are a good fake boyfriend. You are the first person that I think to call when something happens, whether it’s good or bad, the first person that I think about when I wake up and the person that I fall asleep dreaming about, and I know it’s pretty much the cheesiest thing I could say, but you are a dream I never want to wake up from, I want you, for real.”

Joshua grinned and it was a smile I had never seen before, pure happiness that pulled me up with him. He finally reached out, hands sliding up my arms, brushing his fingers over my shoulders, then coming to cup my cheeks, leaning forwards and pressing his forehead against mine.

“This isn’t a dream, right?”

I shook my head.

“Good, because I only want to kiss you if it’s real.”

“Then kiss me,” I breathed, and he did.

Like our first kiss, I forgot everything, how to think, how to breathe. I could only wrap my arms around his neck and try to pull myself a little closer to him, feeling every second of his patience of the two years crumbling away in the kiss. I felt his lips curl into a smile against mine as he pulled away, just a couple inches, to meet my eyes again, staring at me like he still couldn’t believe this was real.

I pressed a quick kiss onto his smile, laughing at the slow reaction of his emotions, tucking my head to the crook of his neck where I already knew I fit perfectly. He wrapped his arms around me, not unlike how he tried to hold me the night before, except this time I had no intention of getting up.

“You know this all went according to my plan,” he said. I could feel his voice vibrate in his chest.

“Oh yeah?”

“I was going to woo you with my incredible boyfriend skills and make you fall in love with me.”

“You’re sort of arrogant, did you know that?” I arched my neck to see his face, tucking it back into place with a satisfied smile at his frown. “Did you have any intention of ever actually telling me how you felt in this glorious plan?”

“Actually, I planned on doing it after nationals,” he said. “But I don’t think I could have waited that long. I almost told you last night right after the game. Do you know how absolutely adorable you looked?” He pulled me off his chest just so that he could kiss me again. “That was for last night.” He kissed me again. “For the night before that because you looked so happy after you won.” He kissed me again, this time lingering and I started to feel light headed because I was too happy. “That was just because I wanted to,” he said when I finally pulled away. My face was starting to hurt from smiling. He fiddled with the drawstrings of my hoodie.

Are you hungry?” I asked. “We haven’t gone grocery shopping in like two weeks, so there kind of isn’t any food here but we could get breakfast if you wanted?”

“That sounds nice,” he said, pretending to brush a strand of hair from my face but really just used it as an excuse to rest his fingers on my cheek, not unlike what he did the night before.

“I should shower,” I said, but I didn’t move.

He nodded. “You’re kind of stinky.”

“Says the one that smells like tequila!” He laughed and kissed me one more time.

“Did that taste like tequila?”

“Hm… Maybe it was vodka,” I said, pushing out of his lap and shrieking with laughter when he chased me, catching me easily and wrapping his arms around me in another hug.

“I love you,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m really happy I can say it now.”

“I love you, too,” I said. “Maybe not quite as much or for as long, but I do love you.” I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding on as tightly as I could.

I wondered what it would have been like if he had told me how he felt before I started dating Nam-Il. Would we have dated all through college? Would we have been able to stay happy, keep each other happy?

I didn’t believe in fate, but I think maybe me and Joshua were meant to be, not because of some unwritten destiny, but because we had gone through so much to be together. I laid my head over his heart and listened to its steady thumping. I closed my eyes, and decided that I would spend the rest of my life here, in the arms of the person that loved me the most, and the person that I loved the most.

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