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hazbinsillynight · 3 months

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Radiostatic week 2024

Day 5: seven years gap

Seven years gap: It's been seven years. Seven year since Alastor left his side. Seven year since he left Vox. Seven years without being able to hold each other.

The first time Alastor saw Vox after his long departure of seven years, the TV Overlord was animating a show. He changed a lot from what the radio demon could see. The last time he saw him he was a new Overlord, searching to create a team of powerful demons so they could dominate Hell together. He clearly had the strength to be one of the strongest Overlords but Vox wanted to not only be strong thanks to his demonic powers, he wanted to be essential for all Pride districts.

The media demon changed so much since that famous day when Alastor left him seven years ago. His TV head had been replaced by a more recent model, allowing Alastor to look at these intense red eyes until his heart's content. They were so hypnotic, way more captivating than their last version in black and white. He didn’t know the other demon could change the parts of his body. When they were still hanging around together Vox always complained about how outdated his TV was, it looked like he found a solution to his problem.

The media Overlord looked way more confident too, having a team helped him in the end. Even if he didn’t need it if you asked the radio demon. Next to his nemesis were two other Overlords. One he knew for being Angel Dust’s boss, Valentino, and the other Niftie told him about, Velvet.

Vox looked satisfied with his life as if he had forgotten everything about him. Alastor chuckled, trying to resist the urge to go to his rival to tease him a little. He wouldn’t say it even under torture but he kinda missed having the TV demon in his life. Things couldn't get boring when he was around and even if Alastor was busy with the hotel he could use a distraction or two.

Behind him his shadow was overjoyed, the little rascal always loved teasing his rival. Alastor scratched the neck of the shadow being, amused by its chirpings. It was pointing at the TV, looking impatient just like a child in front of a toy.

“I know you want to play with him, but wouldn’t it be better if he came by himself? I bet he’ll be crazy about it.” The radio demon chuckled once again, imagining the face of the media demon meeting him in the street on pure hazard.

Yes, seeing Vox after all these years was clearly something he wanted to do. The demon changed so much but would his old Vox be still there under all these new modifications? Would Alastor still see his lovely smile when the other thought he wasn’t looking? Would his ridiculous yet endearing mimic when he got the attention he desperately wanted, still be there? Would his charming silver tongue still be an exquisite temptation for the radio demon? So many questions whose answers will have to wait. Let’s hope it will be worth it.

“I’m counting on you, Vox. Don’t disappoint me” the radio demon said before disappearing into the shadow, not wanting to drag the attention of his nemesis.

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The first time Alastor came back into Vox’s life the Overlord thought he was going crazy. He was simply animating a new broadcast with Velvet and Valentino which was pretty rare since they were both always so busy. Everything was normal, Val had his usual alluring and decadent attitude when Velvet was smiling with stars in her eyes when she talked about her new collection.

Vox was glad everything was going as he planned, the audience was so high with the three of them reunited. The show was almost over when he heard it. Alastor's voice. He was so shocked he almost dropped his mug of coffee which Velvet noticed if he based himself on her curious and slightly worried gaze upon him.

This wasn’t possible. This wasn’t possible! Alastor left! He disappeared and no matter how hard Vox looked after him he couldn’t be found!

The TV Overlord could hear some muffled noise coming around him, the cameras were off and the show was over. He didn’t notice it. All he could do was hear Alastor’s voice again and again. Velvet and Valentino were in front of him, clearly talking but he couldn’t distinguish their words. His eyes were fixing nothing as he was lost in his thoughts.

Alastor couldn’t be back, right? Or could he? After all these years he finally would have appeared again? The memory of the deer demon wrapping his arms around him came to his mind, their numerous battles, their meeting around a coffee, their dinners together, their games… Everything was so vivid…

It wasn’t fair! He tried so hard to forget, to simply forget these moments. It wasn’t too much asking right? He just wanted to take everything off of his mind. Of his heart…

“Voxy!!” Valentino screamed, his hands around his partner’s screen. He looked so worried, just like Velvet.

Val. Right, he was at the studio. With Valentino and Velvet. No Alastor. The demon disappeared seven years ago, this was stupid. He was either gone or got killed during one of the exterminations. He clearly preferred the first option, the only thought about Alastor getting killed was unbearable.

“Sorry I…I just need to check something. I’ll be quick.” Vox said before zapping away at the screens around him.

“Vox wait don’t!” Both of his partners exclaimed, in vain.

He needed to check. He needed to be sure, to know if the demon who broke his heart was really back. Alastor… Just why did he leave? What did Vox do wrong that caused his best friend and forbidden love to disappear like that on him? It’s been seven years!!

The sonar signal he got from one of his screens came from a street near Cannibal Town. It made sense, if Alastor was back he would normally go to a place where he could feed. Finally! Here he was the screen where he heard his old rival.

But there was nothing, not even a trace of the red Overlord. Did he just lose it? Did he finally lose his mind just like a lot of sinners down here? Frustration tears started pounding in his eyes. He was so stupid! It’s been seven years! He had gotten over it so why were his feelings coming over like that?!

The screens exploded behind him, leaving him alone on the quiet street. He just should go back. Val and Velvet were probably waiting for him to come home, worried as fuck by his strange behavior.

Just when he was going to walk back home a familiar chirping resonated around him. The street was clearly empty with no one in sight but he knew that sound too well. It wasn’t something created by any living demon down there. As if he wanted to prove his thoughts, the lurking shadow suddenly appeared in front of him with the most deranged smile possible on its face.

“You!” Vox exclaimed, not sure if it was real or if he was just crazier than he first thought.

The shadow thrilled once again, looking overjoyed to see him. Suddenly Vox found himself wrapped into the dark shape’s arms while it was nuzzling its head against his neck. It was real. It was real!! Alastor was back or at least his shadow was!

The media Overlord didn’t know if he was furious, happy, or desperate. All his emotions and thoughts were actually a mess right now. It was going everywhere and nowhere at the same time. But when he hugged the shadow back it was as if all his problems were going away, as if nothing had changed in these past seven years.

“So he can get one of your embraces but I can’t?” A specific and familiar radio voice exclaimed with a teasing tone.

Here he was. The radio demon, exactly the same as he was seven years ago. The same demon Vox learned to love unconditionally. The same demon he hated for all these past years. The same demon his heart was longing for.

“Alastor…” He was afraid that saying his name would make him disappear again.

He could feel the tears holding up and burning his eyes as if it used to do when he was human again. His throat was knotted and it was difficult for him to talk. Then the radio demon opened his arms with a smile and a sorry look. Words weren’t necessary when it came to the two of them. Now in the warm embrace of the deer demon Vox listened to his heartbeat until his heart's content. Alastor was alive, he was back and he was with him.

It took him some time to calm down. They stayed in that position momentarily, saying nothing, simply enjoying each other’s presence.

Alastor smiled when he looked at the other demon in his arms. He’ll never let him go again. He’ll never live like that again, deal or not.

“I missed you too stupid TV.” He finally said, gently petting the edge of Vox’s screen.

“It’s been seven years asshole!” Vox exclaimed, blushing and both furious and embarrassed at the same time

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guessm0del · 1 year

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Only You - One

Chapter One: The Boy with the Black Hair

Warnings: eventual smut (these chapters will only be posted let alone WRITTEN after he’s turned 19 and I don’t mean right away I ain’t like that), profanity, mentions of abuse, descriptive violence, protagonists hate each other, Jungwon is an absolute ass, both come from filthy rich families :)

Pairings: Jungwon x fem!bodied reader

Summary:

It’s the summer of 98 and you could name a thousand places you’d rather be. Unfortunately, it’s rather difficult to think about anything when your nemesis is perched lazily in the hammock beside you, spewing empty insults in your ear in effort to get a rise out of you. Meet Yang Jungwon.

Your nemesis.

Your competition.

Your Achilles Heel.

Or to put him simply; an arrogant twat.

Where a four week trip through Bora-Bora initially excited you, the realisation that Mr Yang, your fathers close friend and business partner, and his wife would be joining you for the trip was little more than disappointing. Especially when you discover their arrogant ass of a son will be accompanying them.

Set on humiliating you in front of both of your families, Jungwon sees this trip as a golden opportunity to do one thing……

To get even.

Turns out spreading a rather nasty rumour about him last Spring has come back to bite you in the ass……

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CHAPTER ONE:

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Cold air licks softly at my skin, tracing the outline of my collarbones with affection.

I sigh, finding solace in my surroundings as I hear faint laughter from the front of the yacht.

I suspect they’re discussing work.

My father and Mr Yang only ever spoke of three things. Work, money or marketing. I suppose being two of New York’s biggest attorneys, they can’t help but entertain such discussion.

My mother and I both knew from day one that my father prioritised his job over his family. And honestly, we didn’t mind, by the time I turned thirteen we were living in the most prestigious area of Manhattan. My father, a big time attorney. My mother, a former Miss Universe. The perfect family.

I sense a struggle beside me.

“What do you want, Jungwon?”

The boy beside me groans, feigning irritation as he tries to look over my hammock. “I want you to move your fatass head out of the way, our gorgeous neighbours are trying to greet us and you’re blocking the view.”

I flip him off, casting a glance over my shoulder to have a look for myself.

Oh, your neighbours were trying to greet you alright.

Four barely-clothed skanks wave from the deck of a smooth white Savarona, giggling and calling out for Jungwon in effort to show off their "natural" breasts. I roll my eyes and turn my gaze back to my book. “If by gorgeous you mean made entirely of plastic, then sure.”

Jungwon scoffs, sinking back into his hammock with a smug smile. “You’re just jealous that they know how to get a man’s attention and hold it for more than 5 seconds.”

Asshole.

Smiling at my silence, he tosses his keychain in the air, catching it swiftly before taking a swig of champagne from his glass.

“At least I didn’t beg my daddy to waste four grand on a pair of lopsided titties.” I can’t help but swallow a smile as Jungwon chokes on his drink, doubling over in laughter.

“Y/N!” My mother gasps, arm in arm with Mrs. Yang as they emerge from the corner.

“You would think she wouldn’t dare make such crude comments before a guest,” she remarks to Jungwon’s mother, who smiles gently and waves me off.

“It’s no bother,” she chuckles, “Y/N is just honest with her emotions. It’s…..refreshing.” She sends me a warm smile to which I quickly return.

It’s funny like that, I suppose.

She’s always on my side, just as my mother is always on Jungwon’s.

Much to her disappointment, Mrs Yang’s family consisted of only her husband and her four sons, with Jungwon’s younger brothers being six and eight years of age, while his older brother Heeseung had just become a sophomore at Yale last spring. But it was no secret that she had always longed for a daughter.

In many ways, I suppose I’m the closest thing she has to one.

Ever so sadly for my parents, however, their dreams of having a son were crushed the second the doctors made it clear that I would be their first and final child.

My father wanted a son most, of course. But unlike my mother, he gradually developed a soft spot for me when I became infatuated with law at the age of seven.

Much to my misfortune, my mother detested the idea of having a daughter. She knew any female offspring of hers would gradually grow to be her competition equal.

I suppose years of harsh pageantry had devoured any compassion she had left. Beauty can do that to a women.

Blinded by her obsessive perfectionism, my mother gradually taught herself that beauty was her only ticket to a better life.

And so, four months into her midterms, she came to one simple conclusion; eat or be eaten.

And so she ate.

Wealthy boys, smart boys, boys of power, boys of beauty. You name it.

She ate them all.

Although, unsurprisingly, she was simply never full. Insatiable as they called her.

A trail of broken hearts and hundred dollar bills meant little to her considering a rather delicious rumour had spread about the college new boy. It didn’t take long for word of his fortune to spread across the school and before he knew it, my father was being cornered in the lecture hall by my mother.

Some love story.

Although, to be fair, I highly doubt my mother knows anything about love.

But where she preached manipulation and the importance of social standing, Mrs Yang believed in her spiritual connection to god and his compassion for the less fortunate. Whether by means of charity or donation, offering up something of value to the poor was always sure to win over her respect.

And so that’s exactly what I did.

Spending my early adolescence chasing after her affection like a fool, I floundered money on charities as though nothing else mattered. I had to have her. The way she looked at her husband, the way she looked at her boys. I wanted her to look at me like that.

Like a mother.

A real one, at least.

But while my steadfast infatuation for Mrs Yang rose, so too did the hostility between her son and I.

I first met Jungwon at our first combined Christmas dinner.

He was being a little shit, as per usual. Skidding across his fathers marble floor as his brother chased him through the corridors. I don’t remember much other than him receiving a rather hilarious scolding from his mother.

Of course, the first time we met isn’t all that memorable to me, since I was much too fascinated with Jungwon’s older brother, Heeseung.

Calm, polite and incredibly likeable. I didn’t understand at first. How could someone so handsome, so relaxed be related to someone like Jungwon?

I wanted to scream.

Why….

Why couldn’t it be Heeseung swinging beside me?

But no, reality punches me square in the face and I’m back in the yacht, back in the hammock, back beside his arrogant ass of a brother.

Our mothers remain fixed before us, one cruel and one kind, both impervious to my daydreaming.

Graced with elegance, as usual, they slowly continue on with their rounds, my mother giving me a stern glare as she rounds the corner, gnawing away away at Mrs Yang’s sanity with her endless bore.

I glance over to the hammock beside me.

Jungwon, as per usual, is long gone, leaving his empty hammock to swing in desolation.

I find myself sinking into a deep, beautiful dream where I push him overboard and smile as the sharks eat him alive, only to realise that I am one of them.

And like my mother, I shall eat.

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Authors note:

HOLY SHAT guys finally I published something!!!!!!!! Me so happy!!! I know it didn’t have a lot of Jungwon or anything so there will be a lot more of that in Chapter Two :) Hope you guys liked it, I’ll be posting an update soon about the next chapter ;)

PS: I’ve decided to repost a few Jungwon edits at the end of every chapter (none belong to me) since one of y’all kept asking so nicely~

ANYWAY peace out lovelies and don’t die💞💞💞

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finniestoncrane · 28 days

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Your One True Nemesis

Chapter 40: also on AO3 Masterlist Here Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 2k please be kind to me this is the last chapter and endings are not my strong suit, but this is exactly how i wanted this to go all along and i am just so glad i managed to get there ;-; 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: nothing untoward, lil bit of angst though!

You were there exactly when Eddie asked you to be there. Furthest tunnel in the system. 9pm. Right on time. Earlier, in fact. Because you had spent the entire day up to that point nervously pacing around your room like an animal in an ill-suited enclosure. Grimacing, worrying, chewing your fingernails to the point that your fingertips were raw and reddened. And yet, it felt like it was wasted nerves. It couldn’t have been that Eddie was prepared to ask you something important, as he had alluded to. Because he hadn’t even bothered to show up on time. This was a huge source of irritation, given how stern he had been when insisting that you showed up when he needed you there.

And even more annoying, since you were aware that Eddie had left your main living space some few hours before you had. You had thought you had heard the various doors and locks as he left to go further into the cavernous tunnel system where you both existed, and then your assumptions had been confirmed when you heard the elevator that led down to the deeper floors. Sitting there in your room, listening to the gears humming, knowing he had gone without saying a word. And although you felt like what was coming that evening was positive, the fact he had left without a goodbye still left a bitter feeling in your chest.

One that was only now exacerbated by the fact that he hadn’t even bothered to show up.

Or maybe he wouldn’t be coming at all.

Nothing over the past few days had offered any indication about whether your previous concerns were at all founded in reality. Although, if Eddie had really intended to propose to you, to ask you to spend the rest of your life with him, it wouldn’t have surprised you at all for him to behave as oddly cold and awkward as he usually was. In fact, it would make sense. Any other time he had ever tried to offer his emotions to you, he had done so in a fit of aggression, angry at himself for feeling that way. Angry at you for making him feel that way. And filled with hatred for himself for how difficult he found it to tell you how much he cared for you, when everything else in life came so easily, so naturally to him.

Perhaps that exact difficulty had scared him off.

Again, you considered your own concerns. It was quick. Sudden. Not really, though. But for you and Eddie? It would be so out of character for him to propose, and so against the grain of the rest of your relationship. But now you had built it up in your mind, wondering how he would ask if he was going to. What words he would say. How he would sound saying them. And if he didn’t ask now, you weren’t sure how you would feel.

You smacked your hands to the front of your face, dragging them down over your cheeks as you let out an exasperated groan.

The truth was that you still weren’t sure how you would feel either way.

“And what, pray tell, are you groaning for, my dear?”

Eddie’s voice made you jump, coming from behind you, and not from the front door of the orphanage.

“Eddie! You scared me… where- where have you been? Where did you come from?”

“I’ve been inside, waiting for you. Please don’t tell me that the grand puzzle of a door handle stopped you from being on time?”

You offered him a look, irritated and questioning, silently asking him if he really wanted to go there at this moment in time. Sensing that it definitely was not the right moment, he continued with a smile.

“Well… I suppose you’re not too late. Shall we go get started?”

Before you could speak he had turned from you, walking back into the tunnel, keeping up his pace even as you rushed to keep up with him.

It was darker down here, limited lighting on the corridors, an endless maze of twists and turns and directional choices that had you feeling a little dizzy. Underfoot, the ground became muddier, damper, and more than once you slipped, almost falling completely. Eddie must have heard, but he remained focused on reaching something, as opposed to offering his limited chivalry and rushing to your aid.

Luckily, timing was on Eddie’s side, as he turned to you at the end of a corridor with a glee-filled smile just moments before you snapped at him, considering turning around and heading back to your bedroom.

The excitement behind the expression took a hold of you too, as you felt yourself building it up once more, forgiving, as you so often did, all of Eddie’s habits that were a little too nuanced to either be good or bad.

“Now… are you ready?”

“F-for what?”

He opened the door without answering, taking your wrist, not your hand, and pulling you into yet another dark room that smelled of mould and dust. There was a small window, through which you could see down to another level. A wide track, big enough for a car or maybe two, carved into the floor, grooves where the walls had been smoothed, dents where glints of metal shone from. You couldn’t quite tell what you were looking at, but you really didn’t want to disappoint Eddie.

“Wow… that’s so… cool.”

He narrowed his brows as he looked at you, pinching the bridge of his nose and taking a deep breath, one of his learned behaviours and his attempt at not immediately becoming infuriated with you.

“No, no. Not that.”

Guiding your body with his hand on your lower back, he ushered you towards a large surface covered by a stained and grimy sheet.

“This!”

Admittedly, when he grabbed the end of the sheet, you had hoped he was going to reveal something a little more impressive. A meal, laid out for you both. Some jewellery. Anything other than what was facing you. A large control panel, thousands of buttons and pulls. And you couldn’t help but laugh a little. That you expected anything other than electronics from Eddie.

“This?”

“Yes. This. It’s… this is it. This is going to work this time. And this…”

He gestured towards a large, red button in the centre of the console.

“... this is what will start it all.”

With your warm smile and curious smile as encouragement he continued.

“This, my dear, operates the racetrack which I have built below us. Moving platforms, daring twists and turns, drop ceilings, drop floors, spikes and explosions and drowning potentials. I control them all. And, when Batman inevitably succumbs to the desire to beat me, I will use all of these pleasant little buttons to destroy him.”

You smiled at his enthusiasm. It was always so catching, and it would never stop making you beam with adoration to see Eddie in his true state as the Riddler, plotting Batman’s death with all the giddy glee of a child on Christmas morning.

“Now, more importantly than all of these buttons, my dear, is this one. The big red button. Of course, I didn’t need to make the button large and red. I’m perfectly capable of recalling where I placed a detonation switch. But what can I say? Explosions deserve a touch of ceremony.””

Eddie beamed as he gestured towards a large red button in the middle of the console.

“This one starts everything off. No more test laps. This button will ignite the flame. And, for the inaugural race, when Batman is finally lured into my trap…”

He reached towards you, taking your hands. The first gentle physical gesture he’d extended to you all day. It made your skin tingle, your heart skipping a beat as your mouth became suddenly dry.

“I want you to press it.”

It took everything in you not to let the tears, which had begun to form immediately, fall down your cheeks. You had to stay present, strong.

That was what he wanted to ask you.

If you’d press a button.

The button.

A big, red button that he hoped would kill Batman.

And you realised that was the only question you wanted him to ask.

The meaning was there. A shared commitment. Welcoming you into his world, into his life. Culpable, aiding and abetting. Partners. In crime or otherwise.

“Will you… I mean, I would like you to do me the honour of pressing it.”

You stared, still not one hundred percent convinced that you were comprehending the situation as intended, only blinking in silence until he continued.

“I have worked for this moment for so long. This is the most effort I have ever put into a plan or a scheme. This could potentially be my crowning achievement, or, if it fails, the thing that sends me back to Arkham for who knows how long. And in either event, I want it to be you who sets it in motion. I want you to be the catalyst for my triumph. I want you to be the decider in my fate. Because I am hopeful that regardless of the outcome, you will be there at the end. And if you start it… then… maybe you’ll be more inclined to see the end too.”

Eddie took your hands in his, taking a deep breath to renew his confidence, but knowing that you could hear the nerves jangling on his voice.

“So… will you?”

He was so worried, you could feel it in the air, in his trembling hands, shaking as they held yours tighter than he ever had. The answer he wanted was yes. Because a yes would fill in the gaps. This was a stand in question, of course it was. He couldn’t ask you what he wanted. There were so many complications, so many legal disadvantages for you both, so many potential dangers for you. So this, this gesture of faith and trust, a gesture of sharing his life’s work, a significant, if not the most important, moment so far, was just an easier way to ask you. And he stood there, terrified, no longer able to hold up the facade of egomaniac. Because your answer to this question was going to be your answer to any other question he might plan on asking you. And he needed the correct answer.

“Eddie… I…”

It was still a lot of pressure. Even on its own, the thought of being the one to push the button was stressful, but this was such a loaded question, with so many layers. It was asking you if you agreed to what your future would be.

This was it though. This was your forever. The most forever you could have with Eddie. And it was perfect.

“Yeah. Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes!”

Eddie’s arms were around you quickly, his heart beating hard enough that you could feel it against your chest. His entire world was hanging in the balance, his every want and desire, for weeks now, and he had finally found some relief, evident by the way he had begun peppering your neck and shoulder with warm kisses as he kept you in his embrace.

He stood back eventually, keeping his hands on your hips and turning you towards the control panel.

“Ok… let’s do this then. For better or for worse.”

His fingers tensed on your waist, his breath still, holding it in anticipation as you hovered over it, dreamily romanticising it in your head.

“Do you take this criminal to be your unlawfully committed partner, your entire future, your everything?”

As you pushed down the smooth plastic of the button, you could hear gears beginning to grind, an ethereal green light, almost Eddie’s signature now, shining in the rooms below you as flooring shifted and the walls rumbled.

“I do.”

Eddie interrupted the thought, his head against your shoulder as he whispered into your ear.

“And are you ready for a life of crime by my side then, my dear? Is that something you can… do?”

You placed a hand to his cheek, stroking it softly, holding him there as close to you as possible.

“That’s for you to figure out, Eddie. You are a genius after all.”

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icannotpickanamewtf · 11 months

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The Day The Music Died (PART FOUR)

(PART ONE) (PART TWO) (PART THREE)

Possessive!Spot x femSpider!Reader & Possessive!Miguel x femSpider!Reader

Summary: Grumpy reader is freaking the fuck out. You meet a certain supervillain +his sworn nemesis leader and things get a little darker.

Warnings: Violence, Possesive behavior, obsession, miguel lolll, bad commuinication from reader. Panicccc.

Was it bad that you could now stick to any surface you wanted?

Nah, just a little weird.

Was it worse that you could hear, smell, taste, and feel something that was miles away?

Yes. Fucking yes.

You could not get any peace and quiet after the incident.

Even if you dragged your pillow over your ears or stuffed them with cotton, it was futile.

Ignore the problem and it’ll go away.

Walking to work became more of a hassle when everything was so…much.

At least your wrists started to hurt less, but they still were sensitive as fuck.

Finally, you had a day off and what did you decide to do?

Find Spot.

Hopefully before this navy and red spandex creep found you first.

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After stalking places where a supposed ‘supervillain’ would be, you came across the same abandoned park you were at a few months ago.

When it all went to shit.

The warehouse in the forest caught your attention, and so you strutted over.

You didn’t even have to look below your feet to make sure your didn’t trip. You had impeccable balance.

The trees watched over you like all those people when you were bit. The shadows comforted you. Birds chirped in the distance and you could hear the sound of horns honking in traffic behind you.

The warehouse had overgrown plants and cracks in the walls.

The perfect hideout.

The door was adjacent and was detached from its hinges from years of no use.

When you stepped inside, you weren’t even stunned to see the pale white lanky man tinkering on the floor.

Spot talked to himself a lot, you noticed.

“Maybe if I could just–No…no that wouldn’t work.” and “I’ll show them…I’ll show her.” were the most frequent thoughts that were spoken into the abandoned building.

He didn’t notice you come in, you were so fucking quiet nowadays that you couldn’t even hear your own footsteps.

And you were the one with the abnormal hearing.

“Spot.”

This launched him out of his science and he quickly swiveled to look at you.

“Woah–What–What are you doing here?!” Spot spat at you as you stood with your arms by your side.

Honestly, you weren’t all too sure yourself.

You were scared.

“I’m scared.”

…

It was silent. You could hear a pin drop. No literally, you could actually hear a pin drop from inside the city. Miles fucking away.

You kept a straight face as a tear slowly fell from your eye.

“I don’t know what to do. I’m scared.”

“What?”

Spot just stood in an amazed shock. You assumed that if he had eyes, they’d be wide.

“I’m weird now.” You hoped he wouldn’t make you talk more than you needed to. You were already embarrassed from needing help.

You were so fucking pathetic.

“Ok–You just–you’re what?!” He raised his voice, causing you to flinch since it seemed way louder than it actually was. “You are an absolute–why did you come to me?”

“I don’t know.” That was a lie. You did know.

“What do you mean weird? Are you just–Are you trying to screw with me?!” Spot just seemed to get even more angry.

You were just so tired.

You didn’t care.

“I lied. I do know.” Always honest, you had to keep being honest.

“Then why?! Because you made it clear you didn’t want me!” Static raised between you two as he spoke vigorously. Was it weird that he seemed more…hole-y than he was before?

“I don’t wanna say it.”

You really didn’t.

”Say. It.”

“No.” Your voice was down to a whisper, everything was too much.

”SAY IT. I’M NOT SOME WEAK–“

“I’m so scared, Spot. I need help. Please.” You were almost sobbing now. You were just…blank. You couldn’t bring yourself to even yell back. It was like someone stole your batteries and left you with no energy.

“It’s all wrong. Everything is too much. I can stick to walls. My wrists ache. I can hear your skin shifting against itself. I feel like I’m falling and always on the edge.”

”What–“ Spot seemed to calm at your admission, only slightly.

“I just want to disappear.” You didn’t even look at him, you couldn’t.

You felt awful. Bile rose in your throat as you spilt out your thoughts. You hated being like this.

“I feel sick.”

You don’t care. You really don’t.

“…I think maybe there’s something wrong with me.”

—————

Hot tears trailed down as you stood with a blank expression. Did you think some inter dimensional demon-looking dork could help you?

What have you become? An idiot for sure.

Or a monster.

You didn’t really know how to cry. It was hard for you to even comprehend it. It had been so long since you felt…since you felt anything.

You were exhausted, and so done with this.

“I’m sorry.” Spot hesitantly approached you.

“Ok.”

“No really, I’m sorry–“

“Ok.” You wiped at your eyes, rubbing them repeatedly to flush away the evidence that you even cried in the first place.

“Don’t cut me off. I–I need to know what’s happening to you. In order to help, yeah?” He treated you like a scared animal, as he delicately put one foot in front of the other.

He put you on edge. The goosebumps returned even stronger as he got closer, like your body was warning you of how dangerous this guy could be.

“Yeah.”

You don’t care. You just want to get this over with.

“So…” Spot waved his arms in front of you, now about three feet away. You could hear his portals that danced across his skin.

Right. You needed to tell him.

Tell him what? That you were going insane?

“Who are you.” You just wanted to move on, you wanted to know he wasn’t going to hurt you.

You were too vulnerable right now, it wasn’t safe.

Spot seemed a bit stunned by your curiosity, knowing that you hate talking.

“I-I’m The Spot–“

“No. Who are you.” You stopped looking down and stared at this face-hole thingy. You needed something against him if he could have anything against you.

“Johnathan. Doctor Johnathan Ohnn. I worked at Alchemax before…before I became this.”

Wow. He was a doctor? Like a mad scientist?

“What do you want.” You just needed to know more.

You don’t care. You really don’t care.

“Spider-man. He made me into…this. I’ve got nobody because of him. Not even my own parents love me.”

There was so much I wanted to say.

I’m sorry. How are you dealing with that? Can I do anything for you? I’m so sorry. I wish you were treated differently. I know what that’s like. Who is Spider-man? Could he be related to the spider in the exhibit? To the guy following me?

“What’s wrong with you?”

Oh. Right. That.

“I can hear things. A lot of things. Too many…things.” You didn’t want to give too much detail. He could still use that to his advantage and hurt you.

You didn’t want to be hurt.

“I can…climb up things. With my bare hands. I don’t get cold anymore. I can run really fast and lift up my bed with only my pinky finger.” You listed everything, trying to keep it as vague as possible.

Spot was inching even closer to you.

Your skin bristled at the lack of distance between you.

“My wrists they…they have bumps on them that…that shoot out things. Like rope. They hurt a lot and–“ You didn’t want to mention how sensitive they were, Spot could use that weakness if you let him know.

You don’t care. You really don’t.

“–and yeah. It’s all…It’s all wrong.”

Spot was standing right there, you swear you could feel his breath(?) or air coming out of his face hole. “Can you show me? Your wrists? It could help me–“

“No.” No. You can’t be weak now. He knows too much.

“Yes. C’mon, I just need to see them once and then I think I can produce a theory by what you’ve told me. Just once.”

You don’t care. You don’t care. You don’t care–

“Fine. Just…don’t touch the bump.” You lifted your wrists and pushed back your long-sleeved to show the little indent that reminded you of what was wrong with you.

You flinched back a little when his white hands completely covered your palm.

A faded memory flashed in your skull…

Spots large palms engulfed yours completely, but for real. Like you literally could not see a bare centimeter of your hand underneath his.

He seemed to notice with how he lingered with both of his hands onto of yours. You could even say he seemed enraptured and pleased with this new found discovery.

No. No don’t think about that.

Spot’s pointer finger went to poke around the bump, not touching it like you said.

When he grazed over it, you let out a soft shudder and blushed. That made you feel something. Something you don’t want to feel.

You tore your hand out of his and held it to your chest, your heart thumped violently. Spot seemed frozen in place by the sound you just released. He put his own hand to his side, curling it into a tight fist like he was holding back something.

“Spot, don’t touch it. It’s…” You couldn’t say it.

“Sensitive?” He asked.

Yes. Very.

“Did it feel nice?”

What. What did this guy just say?

“Stop. What’s wrong with me?” You just wanted to leave. You were too weak right now.

“Were you…bit? By a spider?”

How’d he know?

You nodded softly and kept your gaze anywhere but him.

“No…No way…” Spot was speechless in front of you.

“What? What’s wrong with me?” You were starting to get annoyed. This was too much. It was all too much.

“It was supposed to be Peter. Not you.”

…What?

“What? Peter?”

“You weren’t supposed to get bit. Thats not–Thats not how this works! It was supposed to be Peter! Not you!” Spot seemed frantic and panicked as he paced around the warehouse.

“Ok.” You didn’t care. You just wanted to leave.

“No…this wasn’t supposed to happen! Have you–Have you seen anyone that looks strange lately?!” Spot went to grab your shoulders but you took a step back to dodge the touch.

You weren’t good with touch.

Or words.

Or people.

Or anything.

An image of navy blue and sharp red highlights danced in your mind.

“Yes.”

“Shit. This–This isn’t good…just when I thought I had something going! Way to go Spot–Jesus–“ Spot railed off and started hitting himself in the face like some kind of punishment.

“Stop. Don’t hurt yourself.”

You honestly don’t care. You really don’t care.

He didn’t seem to hear you over him whispering to himself so you reached out and yanked his hand down. Maybe with a little more strength than you thought humanly possible, but it stopped him.

You let go immediately after he looked down at your hands that were intertwined.

“Don’t do that.” You just stood there.

You were really tired.

You don’t care anymore.

“Oh–Oh okay…sorry to worry you…I didn’t know you cared for me like that I would’ve–“

“Ok.”

You don’t care but ok. Sometimes it’s better to just shrug everything off.

You were too shut down to notice how his body quivered at your touch.

“This…This could work out. You can be my partner in crime! We can, you know, commit like–crimes together! This can work!”

Was that a question or was that a statement?

“The Society hasn’t even gotten you yet! You’re all mine!–“

What?

Spot sputtered as he noticed your eye brows rise exponentially, “I mean not like that but as in your like my own–like my own Spider-Girl!”

“No.”

You just wanted out. You didn’t want to be anywhere anymore. You don’t care.

“What do you mean no?” Spots head tilted in question.

“I am going home now.” This meeting was so useless. It just made you weak.

Spot reached out for you and managed to grab your arm before you slipped away. “No you aren’t.”

“Yes I am.” You were done with this.

“No! The Society is after you now, they’ll take you from–“

‘From me?’ is that what he was going to say?

Spot just held your arm, the grip would’ve probably broken your arm if you weren’t part fucking spider.

“I’m going home.”

Static ran out the warehouse and a pitch black hole seemed to enlarge on spots chest.”No! You can’t leave again! They’ll–”

A big crash from one of the broken windows rang out, your senses tingled as the new stranger ran up to spot and knocked Spot aside. The wall almost caved in with the impact from Spots abnormal size.

Owch.

“You’re coming with me.”

You looked away from Spot with a wince, you did not want to spend your day off like this.

“No.” You were going home, duh.

The man in front of you was large, bulky. He wasn’t as tall as spot, but man, he was fucking huge. He was dressed in navy blue hologram-like suit material with sharp red accents. He seemed futuristic.

The man spoke in a harsh tone, a lumberjack like voice. “I can help you, he can’t. He’s a–“

“NO. I won’t let you take her! She’s mine! You took everything from me! You won’t take her!”

Spot rammed into the man in front of you and began to pummel him with his fists as static rippled around you.

This was too much.

It was all too much.

You were going to throw up.

You don’t care.

So you walked out of the warehouse. Literally. There was no reason to stay. They were too busy fucking each other up that you just quietly stepped out. This was the only time you thanked your new powers for the fact you were deadly silent when you moved.

Only to be knocked to the ground by a heavily pregnant woman. There were more?

“Thank god LYLA called, you’re a tricky catch.” Honestly, strong respect to this expecting mother, you could barely get up from a cold a few days ago.

You didn’t struggle. You just laid there awkwardly.

“What’s going on?” You were starting to feel like you were on edge again. Like you were tipping and almost going to fall.

You wrists ached.

“You’re a spider-person now, hon. You’ve got a responsibility, even if it was a mess up that made you receive it.” Her suit was black and red with a white spider etched on the front.

“I want to go home.” Always honest.

“You will. We just have to work some things out, that’s all.”

“K.” Just get this over with. Just get this over this.

You really don’t care.

“Well…follow me then?” She opened a portal to what seemed like a…modern dimension? This was all so weird….

It didn’t look like Spots black holes.

Wait–Spot.

“What about Spot, and the weird man?” You were almost curious.

You don’t care.

“They’ll…make up?”

Yeah. That was totally a lie.

“Ok.”

You couldn’t care less.

“After you–“ the pregnant woman gestured to the portal.

You just had to get bit by some fucked up spider.

You looked behind you as you heard your name ring out the forest.

”STOP! DON’T GO IN–ergh–STOP SHE’S MINE–“ Spots voice strained against the sound of fists and walls crashing.

You don’t care.

“If I go in, can you not hurt him too bad?” You just didn’t like the sound of his voice when he screamed for you.

It didn’t sound like Spot at all.

“Ok. I’ll tell Miguel to hold back a little, ok?” She just gestured to the portal again,

”NO! NONONO! STOP–I can take care of myself! Don’t go in! DON’T GO–“

Something wet fell down your cheek as you walked in the portal and didn’t look back.

You don’t care.

Later on, you realized that the ‘wet’ thing was a tear.

What was happening to you?

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bots-and-cons · 5 months

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I imagine a female human (Soundwave's Human S/O), who has a powerful tentacles on her head, resembling hair. But she always wears a beanie hat to hide it all the time. Including when she sleep.

But one day, Soundwave finds out accidentally when she took off her beanie hat because she thought she was alone and no one was looking for her

I just want to see his reactions about it

Including about her abilities:

* Prehensile/Elastic Hair Tentacles

* Comakinetic Combat

* Hair Walking

* Enhanced Strength

* Enhanced Agility

* Enhanced Flexability

* Enhanced Acrobatics

This just reminds me of assassination classroom, and that’s what I based this on, mostly Itona rather than Koro-sensei. Idk if you even know what I’m talking about but that’s just what came to mind from this request

•Ever since you were a kid, you were taught to hide your tentacles, because “it’s not normal”

•So you did, you never let anyone see you without your beanie on

•Of course you got a lot of complaints from teachers and other people who thought it was rude to always have your hat on, and some kids tried to take your beanie to bully you

•Because of the tentacles, it’s not really possible to take the beanie off if you don’t want to, because you can just use the tentacles to grab the inside of the hat

•When you eventually met Soundwave and the cons, you still wouldn’t take your beanie off in any situation, because it was so ingrained in you not to

•You’ve defended yourself with your tentacles before, but they move so fast, humans don’t usually really notice what they were hit by

•But the cybertronians have much keener optics, so Soundwave had no trouble seeing what smacked aside the rocks that almost hit you

•He never said anything, since you didn’t either, so he figured you would tell him when you felt like it

•You get this kind of itch on your head when you don’t use your tentacles for, so when you’re alone, you take your hat off and just walk around with them for a while, and just move the tentacles in general

•You were in Soundwave’s habsuite, and since he was always working at this time of day, you figured you were safe to give your tentacles some exercise

•Soundwave can see everything that’s going on in the Nemesis, basically all the time, or well as long as he has enough screens

•So he’s also seen you do this before, but his curiosity got the better of him this time around

•He knows it’s not normal for humans to have tentacles on their head along with their hair, so he is curious about how you ended up with them

•So he just basically quietly makes his way to the habsuite and just opens the door

•You’re obviously pretty shocked as to why he’s suddenly there, but not as shocked as to not put your hat back on

•Even though you do that, you know you’re busted, so you sigh and slowly take the hat off, revealing your tentacles

•Soundwave’s first reaction is to gently pat you on your head as he often does, now there’s just no beanie in between his hand and your head

•Your tentacles gently wrap around his digits and you get a bit embarrassed, sometimes it feels like your tentacles have a mind of their own when it comes to Soundwave

•He shows a picture of a cartoon octopus and a question mark on his visor, which gets a small chuckle out of you

•You tell him that to your knowledge, you have no relation to octopi or anything like that, but you see why he might think that

•Soundwave doesn’t mind, it doesn’t make you look like a freak to him, opposed to what a human might think

•After that, you often use your tentacles to climb to his shoulder or to just sort of hold his hand

•Soundwave thinks your combat ability is quite impressive for a human, and while he will gladly be your opponent in training, he doesn’t want you to ever have to fight the autobots or anyone else for that matter

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #decepticons #soundwave #tfp headcanons #transformers fluff #reader insert #tfp x reader #transformers x reader

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crime-wives · 3 months

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ouat 1x01 thoughts

god regina, you dramatic bitch. “I shall destroy your happiness if it is the last thing I do” ok darling, you can destroy me if you’d like

henry is so small, his tiny cheeks awww

not to be gay but… emma swan in the pink dress. fuck. i forgot how attracted to her i was. and the HAIR, the fucking princess curls. jesus christ her ARMS.

“bail bonds-person” i love her

yesss bitch, strut across the street like you own it. absolute icon behavior, slamming that asshole’s face into the steering wheel.

babe you’re so sad and pathetic with your vanilla cupcake. i bet she wished for family.

not her apartment door saying ‘cast a spell’

“My name’s Henry, and i’m your son” agevgsvegw STOP

her having a panic attack in the bathroom, so real.

once again, her ARMS, i want her so bad

henry’s cute little freckles, i can’t do this.

idgaf abt snow and charming “She poisoned an apple because she thought I was prettier than her” shut up bitch, you know that’s not why

“Oh kid, you’ve got problems” emma swan, insulting children since 1983

ok but the fact that they chose the name ‘emma’ in a fairytale world, lmao

evil queen theme song playing as they enter storybrooke

emma swan wearing the most dyke outfit possible. getting ready to impress milfs

not that there’s any significance, but emma’s license plate is: 836•M4X

snow and charming are so annoying istg

ewww the blue fairy, i hate that bitch (derogatory)

regina running towards henry and wrapping him up in a hug. her eyes are wet. good lord, her first reaction is concern and worry, not anger.

“I found my real mom” my HEART. her face after he said that, so stricken and hurt, baby…

emma’s little flustered, ‘hi’ when talking to a gorgeous milf. ok babe, we get it, you’re gay.

graham leaving bc of emma and regina’s immediate sexual tension. and regina’s eyes roving over emma.

first ‘Miss Swan’ of the show at exactly 21:00 minutes.

emma swan is so desperate to impress regina. it’d be funny if it wasn’t so pathetic (affectionate)

“Sneaky bastard” once again, emma swan insulting children since 1983

crashing into the storybrooke sign like the absolute icon she is

the cgi 💀💀

yay!! curse time :)

emma waking up in a jail cell. she just does not give a fuck about this shit.

her lips parting when she she’s regina, ok babe, she’s hot we get it

LIP SCAR

god mary-margaret pisses me off

go regina, knock over mary-margaret’s shit, absolute queen

“She’s kinda a hardass” yes but that turns you on, doesn’t it?

gina’s so hot when she’s evil

putting a newborn through the wardrobe to save themselves, a+ parenting

henry mills, once again, the most mature one in a situation “You don’t have to be hostile. You like me, I can tell. You’re just pushing me away because I make you feel guilty.”

“I wanted you to have your best chance. But it’s not with me. C’mon, let’s go.” go emma! be the mature adult i know you can be

petition to get emma swan a therapist so she can deal with all her issues (trust me, she’s got a lot of them)

“Look, your mom is trying her best. I know it’s hard, and I know sometimes you think she doesn’t love you, but at least she wants you.” emma swan, standing up for regina mills since the moment they met

mmm regina’s voice is so hot.

her unhinged laughter, i love her so much

“Where are we going?” “Somewhere horrible, absolutely horrible” takes them to maine

emma swan is so fucking desperate for regina’s approval. she wished to not be alone on her birthday, baby…

second ‘Miss Swan’ of the show at 38:43 (i will be keeping count of all of them :D)

regina fidgeting with her blazer pockets, she’s so anxious

first “He’s my son” at 39:01 minutes

“I will destroy you if it is the last thing I do” babe, it’s kinda gay to have a nemesis, just saying

third ‘Miss Swan’ of the show at 39:32

baby… gina is coming apart at the seems

god, not to be gay, but regina’s HANDS at 40:27 agevvegse

emma’s only staying because of regina’s provocations. she wouldn’t have stayed for henry.

gold is so icky.

she’s staying a *only* a week, sure babe, sure.

also side note, i forgot how good the coloring was in ouat. like its very faded, maybe indicative of storybrooke being stuck in the past???

#i will do this for as many eps as i feel like #is anyone going to read this. absolutely not #but i’m having fun #ouat #swan queen #regina mills #ouat rambles #anya rambles #once upon a time #i sound insane i’m (not) sorry

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aloevhello · 5 months

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For the past two Spiderverse films, Miles uses the shoulder touch to venom blast his opponent away and win the battle. It’s likely that Miles would use this technique on the Spot to drain his dark matter and turn him back into his human form. However, I wonder if in BTSV, this expectation gets subverted where instead of Miles using his shoulder touch to create distance, he uses this technique to connect with his adversary by talking things out with the Spot.

At the end of ATSV, the Spot has amassed so much dark matter, he lost all semblance of his human form and is becoming this large, monster-like being who creates destruction in its wake. Considering how much of a threat the Spot has become, Miles can’t simply fight his way out, but instead he must think smarter, something he learned from his battle with Miguel and the Spider Society. This means that Miles would have to appeal to the Spot’s rationality by having a conversation with him, likely in the Spot’s Liminal Space.

There’s also how Miles and the Spot share the same struggle of feeling like they’re not being taken seriously, not being treated as an equal. For Miles, he’s constantly treated as a kid and had his Spider identity be reduced to being an anomaly. For the Spot, he’s been bullied for his inhuman appearance and has his nemesis status being reduced to “a villain of the week,” a diminishing that Miles contributed towards. With Miles undergoing the same treatment, it would lead to him revealing how much he empathizes with the Spot, which would allow the Spot for the first time since his transformation to feel seen. Through this openness, the Spot would realize he doesn’t need to become this large force of nature to be respected, thus allowing Miles to use the shoulder touch and absorb his dark matter to become human again. In turn, if Miles says his iconic “hey” line, it wouldn’t be an act of defiance like he did with Kingpin, but rather a place of connection where it’s more like: “Hey. I see you and understand you.” In a way, it harks back to the original intention of the shoulder touch, founded by Uncle Aaron. While Aaron, admittedly used this technique for flirting, at its core, it’s meant to break the tension and form connection.

Another thing that is poignant about Miles choosing to talk with the Spot is how it acts as a way for Miles to confront his fear of expectations. Expectations is something that haunted Miles since ITSV, as he’s always felt beholden to the expectations of his family, friends, and other Spiderpeople. This fear is best encapsulated in his mural that has the word “expectations” and is overlaid by a rough silhouette of himself. The silhouette is significant as its a blank slate that represents all the unfathomable amount potential Miles holds and the unknown person he’ll become if he’s further shaped by these expectations. It also bares a striking resemblance to the Spot’s dark and sketchy form at the end of ATSV, along with his ability to create holes to other dimensions being reminiscent of the infinite possible people Miles could become. In a way, the Spot is his mural come to life and is now seeking vengeance on its creator for carrying such a burden by destroying those who imposed these expectations in the first place, namely Miles’s dad.

However, ATSV shows how the mural evolved, since it now includes Gwen, Uncle Aaron, Peter B, and the rest of Miles’ Spidey friends. This symbolizes Miles’s mindset on expectations evolving as he now sees this idea as something to live up to, since they’re held by the people who love him. This new mindset is applied to Miles’s parents who, while not on the mural, give him the unconditional support he needs for becoming the person he wants to be. Thus, with Miles getting support from the people imposing expectations on him, he gains self-determination and is not only able to stand up to the Spot, but also has the strength to make amends with him. After all, the Spot lacks the support system Miles has as his parents and colleagues all laughed at him after his transformation. Coupled with Miles not taking his villainy seriously, the Spot is fueled by his own internal expectation to advance his prowess as a villain by furthering his vengeance and losing himself in the process. It’s only when Miles finds the humanity in the Spot by releasing his dark matter, he finds Johnathon Ohn and saves him from this burden. In turn, by finding the humanity in his fear, that’s when Miles finds himself, which fills in his silhouette as he conquers his fear of expectations.

#this is so corny #but corn is what I do best lol #miles morales #johnathan ohnn #the spot #spiderman #across the spiderverse #beyond the spiderverse #spiderverse

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foreverdolly · 2 years

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𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐩𝐭 𝟐 | 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬!𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: you absolutely can't stand your boss. after one bad run in with him, you decide that he's office enemy number one. so when your mother breaks the news that your ex boyfriend is bringing his new fiancé to your sister's wedding as his plus one, you lie and tell her you'll be bringing your very own boyfriend along with you to greece. the problem? you don't actually have a boyfriend. so when austin butler, your arch nemesis of a boss, offers to be your fake boyfriend, you have to take him up on it. greece is a beautiful place to fall in love, no?

pairings: boss!austin butler x employee!reader

word count: 5,588

warnings/notes: SMUT! in future chapters, this is a slowburn, alcohol consumption, austin has had a crush on you for a year, enemies to lovers, one bed troupe, and of course fake dating.

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Light filtered in through the sheer curtains, the fresh morning air gently blowing in to flutter the thin fabric through the window you had left open late last night. Birds chirped loudly from their perches in nearby trees, and if you listened hard enough you could hear the sea lapping against the rocks below your parents home. You knew that you had somehow made it to the guest bedroom last night with Austin in tow, but you were having trouble piecing together the smaller details of the previous night. You knew that at some point that you and Austin had kissed in front of your parents, which hadn’t been anywhere near as mortifying as you thought it would have been. Not only that, but your ex had cornered you in the hopes of upsetting you somehow.

Or perhaps Alex had been hoping to tap into your old feelings for him by playing the “nice, concerned old flame” card. You swallowed your stale spit and regretted it almost immediately, still being able to taste the remnants of last night’s tequila shots. Ever so slowly things started to click into place for you. The second that you remembered the late night conversation with Austin from the night before, you no longer felt even slightly tired.

Did you regret it?

You tried to blink the sleep from your eyes, trying desperately to come to some sort of a finalized conclusion with this whole mess. He was your boss. This went against every moral code that you had set up for yourself. If you had a list of messy life circumstances you never wanted to involve yourself with, dating a coworker would have been at the very top. Bolded, italicized, and underlined. At the same time, didn’t you deserve this? Austin had certainly gone out of his way to show you that he truly cared. He had been patient with your family, had gone above and beyond to sell the supposedly “serious” status of your relationship, and even took care of you last night when you got a little drunk.

Not to mention the fact that he had scared off your hideous ex, standing next to you like a great big shadow the entire night so that the guy wouldn’t try to get you alone again. You hadn’t truly been cared for like this in. . . well. . . maybe ever. Sure, Alex had done the things that all shitty boyfriends were known for. He’d bring you flowers, but only when he knew that he had fucked up. He would sit down and let you cry to him, but only when he made you shed those tears. He owned up to his faults- only when he knew that there was no way out of the lies that he tried to weave.

Austin had listened to you when he didn’t have to. He had asked questions about your feelings when he wasn’t obligated to. He had been careful and sweet around your entire family, but only because he was naturally like that. You weren’t the type of person that had your “dream man” all written out on paper, but if you did happen to do that, you were positive that Austin would check every box. Everyone deserves happiness, so why didn’t you?

You had a bad habit of self sabotaging things for yourself, especially when it came to any sort of romantic entanglements after the big break up. After the first date, you would always look for a reason why there shouldn’t be a second one. A sweet, gentle greek god had been served to you by the universe on a silver platter, and what kind of an idiot would that make you if you didn’t take it? With that thought in mind you slowly turned over to your opposite side, nuzzling your cheek against the newly washed pillowcase. Your parents' fabric softener smelled familiar. Smelled like home. It helped you to relax and soothed your anxiety.

The sight before you was wholly unfamiliar though. Austin looked incredibly peaceful when he slept, his glasses haphazardly tossed onto the bedside table behind him. His wavy blond hair caught the light from the window perfectly, even his eyelashes were golden. He had fallen asleep on his side, facing your back, and your heart fluttered as you wondered if part of him had wanted to embrace you last night. His hand was placed on top of the pillow that he had put between your two bodies, as if he was reaching out, wanting to be as close as possible. You took your time looking over the soft planes of his face, and then down the sharp line of his exposed jawline. You made a map with your eyes, taking a note of each place you desired to take your time traveling. He looked like a child when he slept, his lips slightly parted, his perfectly sculpted cupid's bow on full display.

You could very easily fall in love with this man.

The thought terrified you. It made you want to run and hide. Shrink away and deny any further kindness. You were famous for running when things got tough though. Things didn’t disappear if you ignore them, especially uncharted feelings. Slowly his eyelashes began to flutter, his head lifting up and off of the pillow. His eyes squeezed tight, trying to shield himself from the bright rays of sun. His hair looked like a halo, the curls now wild and untamed thanks to the cotton bed linens he had slept on.

“Morning.” He grumbled, plopping himself right back down onto the pillow, rolling over so that he was on his back. He stretched, letting out a deep sigh before raising his hands to his eyes. He rubbed them roughly, and for a second you worried that he might poke his own eyes out. You chuckled lowly, nuzzling your face even further into your own pillow.

“Good morning.” Slowly he removed his hands, turning to face you. For a second the two of you just stared into each other's eyes, and perhaps he was looking for even a shred of regret about what was said.

He was considerate. Austin must have known how drunk you were last night, and maybe he was worried that you hadn’t meant anything you had said. All he found was your smiling face and flushed cheeks. He was gorgeous. How had you not noticed how handsome he was before now? Had you been so blinded by hatred that you couldn’t even stop to admire him? Sure, you understood that he was attractive, but not like this. His eyes were so blue that it nearly hurt you to meet his gaze. You wet your lips, your muscles tensing as his eyes followed the movement of your tongue. He rolled his own lips as he watched, though snapped himself out of it after a few moments.

“Are you hung over?” He asked, his lips twitching up into a grin. You hadn’t really taken the time to listen to what your body was trying to tell you. You’d been far too preoccupied with giving yourself an early morning pep talk.

“Not too bad, no. Just a little sluggish, is all.” You were sure that once you finally stood up though, you’d feel like death. Thanks to Austin forcing water down your throat the entire night, you felt better than you would have expected. You were sure that your sister was a different story though.

She was most likely in her hotel bathroom, upchucking what little food she had eaten last night.

“What about you?” You returned the sentiment, your eyes flickering down to look at his hands. He was using his thumb to twist the ring on his pointer finger back and forth. A nervous habit, you realized.

“I didn’t drink enough to leave me hung over the next morning, thankfully. I didn’t have a drop to drink after that whole Alex incident. Wanted to be on top of everything, just in case.” You felt like your heart might explode. You bit your lip, remembering his words from last night.

“You put your hands on her, I put my hands on you.”

God, now you felt like you were about to overheat. No one had ever protected you like that before. The two of you laid in silence after that, just looking at one another. Really looking. It almost felt like you weren’t just seeing him, but understanding him. Looking through him. His honest eyes told you everything that you needed to know. Your legs no longer felt unsteady, and the terrain under your feet finally leveled out. Safe. You truly felt safe with him. Not once had he judged you or your reasonings for even bringing him here. He knew, he understood and he cared. When people stared at you like this, you often found yourself scared that they might be able to point out certain flaws. You tended to shy away from lingering gazes and searching hands, stepping back until you were just out of reach. You let Austin see it all. You gave it up willingly.

“Do you. . . Do you regret anything about last night?” He finally asked. You let your eyes flicker down to watch his lips as he spoke. You watched him shape the words, wanting more than anything to lean in and taste them.

“No,” You met his eyes as you spoke. “I meant it.”

Ever so slowly he pulled the pillow out from between you, moving it so that it was behind him on the large bed. With the barrier between the two of you now gone, Austin reached his hand up, delicately placing his fingers against your shoulder, letting them slide down your arm. You couldn’t help but shiver at his gentle exploration.

“Well then, let’s just take the day for ourselves, yeah? Tomorrow is the wedding, but for now let’s just. . . be us.” No acting. No pretending to be something that you weren’t. You nodded, slowly moving to sit up. He didn’t remove his hand from your arm, rather he sat up too. After a year of knowing one another, it felt like you two were finally part of the same orbit. When one moved, the other did too.

“I should probably take a quick shower. I’m sure I look terrible.” The arm that he wasn’t touching moved upwards, your fingers combing out your frizzy hair the best that you could. He was quick to shake his head.

“You look beautiful in the morning. I was just thinking about how nice it was to wake up next to you.” He immediately noticed how much weight those words carried, and was quick to physically bite his tongue, dropping his hand quickly. “God, that sounded hor-”

“Beautiful,” He raised an eyebrow, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “That sounded beautiful. Thank you.”

You could have stayed in that bed all day and night, talking about nothing in particular, or better yet- nothing at all. Staring at him had already been the highlight of this trip. You climbed out of bed, moving over towards your luggage so that you could pick out an outfit for the day.

“The beach.” Austin threw his legs over the side of the bed, watching you as you gathered your travel size toiletries. “Why don’t we go to the beach today?”

Your parents had dragged you to the beach during your last visit, but you had been too busy moping around to enjoy the fresh air and sprawling blue ocean. “Good thing I packed a swimsuit.” You plucked it out of your bag as well, turning your head just in time to see his face light up with an excited grin.

You were quick to shower. You shaved your legs as quickly as you could manage without cutting yourself, and scrubbed hard at your skin, wanting nothing more than to wash away the previous night. Today was a fresh start. With Austin. You stared at yourself in the mirror after you had put on your bathing suit, silently thanking the gods that you had managed to pick out your cute one in your rush to get packed. Was this beach trip a first date? It had to be. You didn’t want to think too far into things, but were beginning to get a bit nervous about it all. What if you said the wrong thing and blew it all, making the rest of the trip awkward?

You also didn’t want to run the risk of coming on too strong. Guys often shied away from females that came off as being too clingy. You stood in front of the mirror for a few more minutes, combing out your hair and making sure your dress was comfortable enough to wear in the heat. You walked out into the living room after taking far too long getting ready. Your eyes found Austin’s tall form right away, his broad back and long legs on full display. He was wearing a pair of dark green swim trunks and an airy cotton shirt. When he turned around you saw that it had laces on the front, which he had left untied. Why did he have to look delicious in everything he wore? He must have noticed the weight of your gaze, because he flashed you a knowing look, his lips turning up into a small smile. You’d been caught checking him out.

“Austin told me that the two of you are going to the beach,” Your father spoke up from his spot in front of the stove, holding up his french press in a silent offer.

“Yes please.” You told him, moving further into the kitchen so that you could grab the mug of freshly poured coffee.

“Yeah, we decided we didn’t want to spend the day indoors. This is his first time in Greece, and I wanted to show him around a bit.” Your mother was sitting in the living room, her legs kicked up on the couch. She was sipping on her own coffee, reading a book that you couldn’t quite read the name of from where you stood.

“I think that’s a great idea, Y/n.” She spoke up. Your father had made Ladenia- a simple bread made with tomatoes. It was one of your favorite things to eat as a child, and he liked making it because it was both easy and delicious. You cut yourself a slice, motioning towards it as Austin eyed you. He nodded his head, moving to stand closer. Now that you had finally admitted to yourself that you were attracted to him, it was hard to fight off the nervous butterflies. Even being near him, something that should be simple, made you feel like you were going to die.

You felt a little embarrassed over how giddy you felt. It was almost as though you were in high school all over again. Austin Butler had regressed you back into a squealing sixteen year old girl. You were pleased to see that you weren’t the only one that was affected though. When you looked down at Austin’s arm all the hair was standing on end. Jesus- has anyone ever liked you this much? If they had, they certainly had never shown it.

“You two better hurry up and eat so that you can get there before it gets too warm. Austin looks like he burns easily.” The man in question swallowed the food that was in his mouth before protesting.

“I tan beautifully, Mr L/n.” He teased. Your father chuckled, shuffling out of the kitchen so that he could sit on the couch next to his wife. It was strange how well the blonde blended in with your family, almost as though he had been a part of it for all of his life. He seemed comfortable around your parents, and now that he had finally gotten his work-crush off of his chest, he seemed to be a lot more comfortable around you too. He bumped into you with his shoulder, nodding towards the door.

“You wanna go ahead and walk down there?” You were eager to be alone with him, so you were quick to dust the crumbs off of your hand, moving over toward the fridge so that you could grab a water bottle.

“We’re leaving! See you guys later.”

For a second the two of you walked in silence, Austin soaking up the sun and the beautiful view. The fresh air felt amazing, especially with the smog that you were used to back in New York.

“Your parents were definitely on to something. I could retire here.” He finally spoke as the two of you stepped out onto the sand. You were quick to slip your sandals off, kicking them into a small pile next to the cold bottle of water. You watched as grains of sand stuck to the condensation, realizing that it would probably get in your mouth later.

“I could too. It’s beautiful here, and all of the people are super welcoming. Once you get out of Athens, it’s not so much of a tourist trap anymore.” The locals had taken your parents in with open arms, befriending them and teaching them all about their culture. Your father had taken a real shine to it, and it made you happy to see him so passionate about something. A part of you had been relieved when they told you that they were moving. You didn’t want them to be trapped in the same small town for the rest of their life. Thankfully they had broadened their horizons.

“If we were here for longer, I’m sure that my father would have given us the grand tour.” You told him, grabbing the bottom of your dress and lifting it over your head. Austin stared at you for a second, and you quickly realized that he had never really seen you out of anything that wasn’t business casual up until yesterday. Now you were standing in front of him half naked. He wasn’t shy about checking you out. He looked you up and down and after what felt like an eternity, he lifted his heated gaze off of your breasts and instead looked at your face.

“Then we should come back again soon.”

You weren’t sure what that meant. Was he implying that you two would come back again in order to keep your parents thinking that you were a couple, or was it something that he wanted to do as. . . as an actual item? You didn’t say anything in fear of coming off like an idiot, because what if you were getting too far ahead of yourself?

“Yeah. . . That would be nice. Dad really likes you.” Austin slipped off his own shoes, sliding them over next to yours before shrugging off his shirt. Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull.

Is this something that should be legal? Guys. . . Guys like this shouldn’t exist in the wild, right? You stared at him for a second, eyes wide and lips parted. You heard him chuckle, and were quick to look away, instead turning your gaze out to the blue ocean.

“We’re both physically attracted to each other. Good to know.” You weren’t sure why, but you wanted to hit him. He sounded too smug, all while you were practically melting from embarrassment. You never had been good at masking your expressions, and you had just openly gawked at him.

Austin didn’t give you any extra time to overthink things. Instead he reached out, grabbing your hand tightly in his, and began to yank you towards the water.

“Slow down, daddy long legs! You’re dragging me!” You tried to keep up with his long strides, practically running at his side, your feet sinking deep into the sand. He laughed loudly, his nose wrinkling as he looked down at you.

His nose scrunches up when he laughs.

If he didn’t pick you up and wade straight into the water, your heart might have burst. You screamed as you were quickly dunked in, right up to your neck. You reached out for him so that you could grab his shoulders, pushing him down under you. You blinked away the salt water from your eyes, laughing loudly as he resurfaced, his wild waves now flat against his head. He spit some water out, raising up his hands so that he could wipe at his face.

“Unfair.” He was quick to say, reaching out for you with his long arms. You were quick to dodge him, grinning ear to ear. The two of you swam in the water until your fingers and toes began to prune. Austin gathered up shells from the ocean floor, showing you each exciting discovery. Things felt simple; felt good with him.

When he grabbed onto you, his hands didn’t wander. He didn’t say anything crude, like most other men had done during previous dates. It felt like you were with a friend. . . a friend that was openly attracted to you, and wanted to date you exclusively. It was hard to believe that you had ever been able to hate him. The side of himself that he was currently showing you wasn’t the same person that you recognized in the office.

You felt special, and that was a rare thing. It made you feel hopeful. After ingesting far too much salt water, the two of you laid out on the sand, soaking up the early afternoon sun. Your conversations throughout the entire day had been light hearted, some flirtatious remarks tossed in every now and again, but none of the subject matter felt too heavy. It was obvious that he was being cautious, not wanting to scare you away. When he started chewing on his lip, a nervous habit that you had picked up on, you knew that there was something on his mind.

“Speak.” You ordered him light heartedly, shooting him a grin. He turned to look at you, giving you a sheepish smile before moving his body fully to face you.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. I just want to get to know you a little better.” He offered, digging his fingers into the sand.

You swallowed thickly, nervous of what kind of questions he might have, but nodded anyway.

“What. . . What happened between you and Alex? I got the impression that it didn’t end on a good note.” The people in your tight knit circle all knew the story, and had for years. It had been a long time since you unearthed the memories that you had buried down deep, but you weren’t opposed to doing it.

Because you owed Austin some sort of an explanation. If you two were going to give dating an actual shot, you needed to be honest with him. You couldn’t cover things up with humor like you were used to doing. With a small sigh you tilted your neck back, closing your eyes against the sun.

“We dated all throughout high school and into college. It was getting to the point where marriage was on the table, and I was expecting that he felt the same way that I did. He broke things off out of the blue. We were good- I mean. . . I thought we were, anyway. We went on a date earlier that day and when we got home we were. . .” You trailed off, turning to look at him.

He winced, balling his hands into fists. “Intimate.” You finished, watching him shake his head. He didn’t seem upset at you, rather upset for you.

“God, that sucks.” He muttered, grabbing the bottle of water to busy his hands. He twisted off the top, taking a few sips before passing it over to you. You thankfully took it from his hands.

“He was dating a new girl a week later, so it’s safe to say that he was-”

“Talking to her already.” He finished for you.

He picked up a shell, using his fingers to break off small pieces. Without looking at you he spoke again.

“So my earlier observations were right. He is an asshole.” Despite the serious nature of the conversation, you laughed, remembering the comment he made back in your cubicle at the office.

“Yeah. Yeah, he is. What’s worse is that my sister was dating his brother, so I couldn’t escape him. I’d always hear about him or see him at family gatherings. That’s why I moved to New York. I wanted a fresh start.” He looked at you thoughtfully, shooting you a small smile.

“Well I guess I should thank him then.” You couldn’t take your eyes off of him when he looked at you like that. His blue eyes looked so soft when they landed on you.

“You’re right. And you wouldn’t have that beautiful pothos plant either.” He wrinkled his nose, barking out a laugh.

“Is that what the thing is called? I just water it twice every week and hope for the best.” You gave his arm a playful slap, and he was quick to grab your hand while it was still in the air between you two, giving it a small squeeze.

“He’s a dick that didn’t realize what he had before it was gone.”

You weren’t broken. You weren’t healing. You had survived and conquered.

His words, no matter how simple, helped you to realize that. The look in his eyes said the rest. ‘You’re perfect the way you are.’

With a small smile you leaned down, resting your head against his thigh as you soaked up the comfortable heat from the sun. You felt his muscles tense, but after a second he relaxed, placing a hand on your shoulder. He kept it there, a comfortable silence befalling the two of you. The soft crashing of the waves and birds overhead lulled you, and the weight of his hand made you feel safe. You were being vulnerable in front of a man, and that in itself was the biggest leap of faith you’d taken in years. It wasn’t scary either. Not like you thought it would be.

“Don’t you want to take in the view? We leave the morning after tomorrow, and you might miss it.” He spoke softly to you, his sandy fingers moving up to gently twirl a strand of your hair around his finger. You hummed softly, shaking your head.

“I want you to enjoy it for the both of us.” There was something so disarming about that statement, and you weren’t sure why. It hung in the air between you two for a few seconds.

“I moved to New York after my mom passed- I was telling your father that last night.” He didn’t want you to be the only one to speak about their past. You kept your eyes closed, nodding against his thigh to let him know that you were listening.

“She was the only person that I had ever really loved. She was my best friend, and I miss her every day. I’m kinda like you, I guess.” You licked your lips before speaking.

“Everything reminded you of her?” He cleared his throat softly.

“Yeah. It did. After a while the sympathy casseroles all start to taste the same. I can’t stand being pitied. For a few months there, my dad was calling every day to check in on me.” Slowly you lifted your hand, placing it against his knee. You rubbed your thumb against the skin, listening as his breath hitched. Slowly you started to sit up, looking out at the water. You could tell that the two of you had probably been out for far too long, and you were beginning to get hungry. Austin must have felt the same way, because he reached out for his shirt, shaking the sand off.

“I’m sure my dad is making something for lunch. Do you want to head up?” For a second you were worried that the conversation might have dampened his mood, but when you looked up at him you didn’t see a trace of sadness.

“I’m starving.”

After gathering up your things the two of you began to head back up to the house. When Austin reached for your hand you didn’t stop him. You didn’t even think about it.

“Thank you for opening up to me. I know that was a big step for you.” And it was. The fact that he could see how much you detested vulnerability made your chest warm and your heart race. He paid attention to you, even when you didn’t think that he was.

“You closed your eyes and let me see for the both of us. I’ve never been so touched by an act of trust.” Us. You had referred to the two of you as a unit earlier without even really meaning to.

After lunch there was a knock on the door. An obnoxious knock, which told you everything that you needed to know.

“Housekeeping.” Brandon’s sing-song voice filled the house as he stepped through the front door without being invited in. Your sister was close on his tail, smiling when she caught sight of you. Slowly that smile dimmed, then turned into a frown.

“Why aren’t you two dressed?” You and Austin turned to look at each other, your mouths filled with food.

“Huh?” You choked out, fighting to swallow back the leftover orzo your father had laid out for the two of you. Brandon walked over, giving Austin a pat on the back.

“I mean. . . I like the swim trunks, but we’re headed up to Athens for the night.” Austin’s eyebrows furrowed, and he was quick to look down at you. If answers were what he was searching for, you had none to give.

“Are you two so loved up that you forgot about the bachelor and bachelorette parties?” Oh fuck! You stumbled to stand up and off of the chair, fumbling to reach out for your sister’s hands, mumbling your apologies.

“You smell like feta cheese.” She teased, pushing you away from her before pointing at Austin. “What are you just sitting there for? Go! Go get dressed.” He did as he was told, closing the bedroom door behind himself.

“So. . . did you two make sweet, sweet love when you got back to the house last night?” She wiggled her eyebrows at you, grinning deviously. You were quick to give her arm a slap, ignoring her small yelp.

“Lower your voice! Are you crazy? I’m not having sex at mom and dad’s house.” You whisper yelled, looking over her shoulder in the direction of their room, your cheeks a bright red.

Not to mention you and Austin weren’t really. . . there yet. Or were you? You weren’t sure. Relationships were confusing, and you were out of the loop.

“You’re acting like you and he-who-shall-not-be-named didn’t have sex all the time when you were still living at home. It was part of the reason why I lived in the dorms when I started college.” You rolled your eyes, moving back over towards your food. She was quick to move the plate out of your reach, batting your hands away.

“We’re going for dinner! Don’t ruin your appetite!” You groaned loudly, giving your hair a quick tug before relenting. Tomorrow was her wedding. You could cuss her out after she was married. Austin emerged from the room, adjusting the watch on his wrist. He was wearing dark wash jeans, black chelsea boots that had to be vintage, and a white button up. If your sister and her annoying fiance weren’t in the room, you were damn near positive that you would have started drooling.

“I’m a lucky girl.” You spoke up, shooting him a smile. His eyebrows raised at your comment, his face brightening as he grinned back. He breezed over to you, leaning down to place a quick peck on your lips. It lasted for only a second, just like the last one, but it had your knees weak nonetheless.

“We’ll be gentlemen the whole night, ladies. We’ll be back home in no time.” Brandon smiled down at you and your sister innocently, and you were quick to scoff.

“No strippers and blow then?” He smiled wider, picking up on your blatant joke.

“I mean. . . maybe?” Austin was quick to look at Brandon, his eyes narrowed with concern.

“Given my position at the company, I do get drug tested once every two months. Besides that fact, I don’t find recreational drug use even remotely pleasurable. Maybe it would be better if I just went with her-”

“Yeah, yeah goodie two shoes. Get your ass in the car.” Brandon began pulling Austin along by the shoulder, the man turning to look at you with wide eyes.

“Just go with it!” You called out to him, unable to bottle up your laughter as his jaw dropped.

“Wait!” Your sister stopped Brandon. “No ‘I love you’s’?” She whined, motioning towards the both of you.

“I love you.” Brandon cooed at her, and you couldn’t help but smile as you saw the look on your sister’s face. You’d never seen her so happy in your life.

“I love you too.” Austin called out to you from the doorway.

You knew he was just playing along for your sake. You knew that he couldn’t possibly love you already.

But your heart skipped a beat regardless, your hands shaking slightly as you gripped at the hem of your sundress.

“I love you too.”

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My Nemesis, James Hetfield pt 2

A/N: My first draft had a Bill cameo and then I was like "Nah this isn't the vibe" but it was funny when I was first writing it out hahaha p.s I saved that draft if anyone wants the bloopers 🫣😂

Requested by: Anon

Genre: Fluff mini angst

Word Count: 676

Warnings: slightly tactless James, but it gets resolved real quick 😌

My Nemesis, James Hetfield

Metallica was playing tonight. I was front and center head banging and jamming along. James kept grinning at me, and I of course would grin back. I was absolutely smitten.

Since the party several months back, he was true to his word. Gone was the mean curmudgeon. James is the sweetest, funniest guy I’ve ever met.

After the show was over I made my way backstage. I showed my pass and got back to the dressing room with ease. I knocked on the door then twisted the knob.

“Everyone decent?” I asked through the crack. There was a chorus of affirmatives. I opened the door further and entered the room, closing the door behind me.

I squealed as I was immediately engulfed in a hug, James lifted me spinning me around. I giggled as he set me down. I grinned up at him and he kissed me.

“You did so good tonight.” I said after he pulled away.

“Always do when you’re in the crowd.” He smiled at me.

“Eugh I think I liked it better when he was mean to you.” Dave complained.

“You’re just upset you lost the bet.” Lars said, “I happen to think they’re cute. And my wallet is ten dollars heavier.” He joked.

“We have to finish packing up, after we take it all back to the house do you want to go get some food?” James asked as he caressed my hip with his thumb.

“Yeah that sounds good.” I smiled. He kissed me once more. I helped them pack their equipment and get it back to their place.

As James drove to the diner, the music played softly and he had his hand on my thigh. Just being around him made me so happy.

We got to the diner and he held the door open for me.

“Thank you.” I smiled. He teasingly slapped my butt as I passed. “James!” I giggled and he just smirked in return. We were led to a booth and slid in across from each other. We ordered our usual meals.

“So, I wanted to talk to you, it’s kinda serious.” James said as he played with the rings on my fingers.

“What’s up?” I asked. I couldn’t help the nervous pit forming in my tummy.

“I don’t know if Lars has talked to you at all about this, but Ron’s leaving the band. We’ve found a guy, he’s a perfect fit.” James started.

“Lars hasn’t said anything, I’m glad you already found Ron’s replacement though.” I replied. James continued fiddling with my rings and fingers.

“Well, there’s a catch. He’ll only join if we move up to the San Francisco area.” He said, his blue eyes staring into mine.

“Oh.” Was all I could say. I plastered a fake smile hoping he wouldn’t see through it as I tried to be supportive. I began to withdraw my hand from the table but he grabbed it and gave it a squeeze.

“I know we haven’t been dating long, but I want you to come with me. I know Lars would love that, I mean you already know he loves having you around. And I would love having you around because I love you.” He rushed out. His eyes widened as he realized what he said at the end. We haven’t said that yet. The feelings are definitely there though. The anxious feeling in my stomach stilled at the peace that came from his statement.

“I love you.” I said. His features softened and he smiled at me. “The emotional whiplash you gave me just now makes me want to hit you just a little.” I laughed softly. James chuckled. I paused even though as soon as he asked my mind shouted the answer. “Yes, I’ll go to San Francisco with you.” James' eyes lit up as his smile widened.

“Yeah?” He asked and I nodded.

“I’d follow you anywhere, Hetfield.” I grinned. His cheeks turned rosy.

Our food came, we ate while excitedly talking about what the future holds for us in San Francisco.

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buckysmith · 2 years

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Hello! I wanted to request a fluff with Megatron, Soundwave, Knockout! I thought maybe it would be cute if the decepticons reacted to their human being a caring loving mother figure that they probably never had.

Telling the bots to be careful and give them loving hugs whenever the person enters a room (well tries to hug but you get it)

They always give the decepticons head pats whenever the human can and praises them for their work in a soothing way. Just them being treated with the love they deserved for all this time!

Extra (you dont have to): if some mechs get fed up with the human and tries to get rid of them and the human gets taking out the ship and back to earth. Oh goodness when the decepticons find out that their human is missing òwó. Also I know I didnt add a lot of characters, only three. But if you feel like it you can add whoever you want!

Howdy! I love your request so much I had to do it right away but I don’t think I did it justice so I’m truly sorry for that! I hope you like it anyways.

The decepticons reacting to their human being a caring loving mother figure

Includes: Megatron, Soundwave and Knockout

Warnings: maybe a slightest bit of angst and low self esteem

Mostly fluff

I wrote it in a platonic way

Megatron:

- at first he would be very very stiff about you showing him that kind of love and he would probably try to stop you.

- He wouldn't want the other Decepticons to see him as weak because a human cares for him and also, he would worry that you're only doing it to find a weak spot to hurt him. To many people betrayed him already to trust so easily.

- He isn’t used to kind words or innocent touches, so to have someone like you, it would drive him nuts especially because you are human.

- He wouldn’t say he loves your words of affection, your smile and your look in your eyes when you compliment him, when you praise him, when you hug him or when you just cuddle with him, but in fact he does.

- Although he can’t really understand why you’re doing this, why you’re being all that nice to him, cause he sees himself as monster and he knows besides you everybody does that too.

- Whenever he’s feeling down or he’s scared he comes to you, wanting you to pet his head and telling him how proud you are.

- You’re always there when he leaves the ship no matter the time, no matter the reason for him to leave, telling him to be careful.

- Every time he would pick you up, raising you up to his faceplate and promising you to come back alive and healthy.

- The moment he’s back on the nemesis, you’re there to welcome him back and asking him if he’s okay.

- The way you cares for him would warm his ice cold heart everytime

- Your definitely the person he trusts the most and means the most to him.

- He would do anything to keep you save and healthy, no matter the cost

Extra

- Every bot on the nemesis would know that Megatron and you, a human, are very close and that he became soft over the time, or at least, he became soft around you and some of them would hate you for that.

- So some of the bot would plan to snatch you away while megatron is away doing god knows what

- He immediately knows something is clearly wrong when you’re not there to welcome him

- The first thing he does is to look in your room and surprise, you’re not there.

- after that he contacts soundwave to find you, and after soundwave tells him there’s no “human” signal on the nemesis he’s scared shitless

- He knows your not able to get off the nemesis on your own, and he knows since you’re an allay of the decepticons it would be pretty dangerous too to go back to earth without him.

- The only ones who are authorized to take care of you are Soundwave, Shockwave and Knockout so if neither has take you to earth he knows someone took you.

- With soundwaves help he would find the traitors pretty quick

- He would do anything to get you back and the moments he finds you and the bot who took you, he sees red.

-After that you both would comfort each other and believe me when I’m saying something like that would never ever happen again

Soundwave:

- Same as Megatron he would be stiff about that kind of affection at first.

- He would ask himself a lot of questions, like, why are you so nice to him, why all those hugs and loving word’s. He wouldn’t understand you the slightest bit.

- You’re a human, why do you care for him? He’s just a bot, nothing else.

- He would get attached to it pretty fast though

- most of the time he’s on the nemesis, doing nothing but work, so to have you, praising him, cuddling him and petting his head after his duty’s are fulfilled, means everything to him

- He knows your mothering him and he’s done some research on why you’re doing this and if every human does that.

- He absolutely adores it that you care for him, that you ask him how he’s doing, that you hug him when he’s stressed and that you ask him to be careful when it happens that he has to leave the nemesis

- He doesn’t care if some other bot thinks he’s weak, he knows he is not and he also thinks that you’re not weak like some others say. In his optics you’re the strongest and most caring human that exists.

- You’re a role model for him, even though he’s so much older than you and knows like everything, cause even if he’s a huge war criminal who could easily crush you, you never feared him nor did you ever insult him.

-He likes to give you head pats too, just to show you without using his words that you mean everything to him

-because you mean so much to him, one of his little cassettes would always be by your side and would protect you.

Extra:

- As mentioned he rarely leaves the nemesis and if he does, one of his little cassettes watches over you

- So the moment his cassette sends a sos signal to him, he’s on his way to you

- Whoever the bot is that tries to steal you from him, his end is near

- Soundwave would be on his ass the moment he’s leaving the nemesis with you

- Give him lots of love, attention and praise cause he would need that after multiple spark attacks

Knockout:

- He's the one who would be the quickest to accept this new found affection

- Your praise, your kind words, the sweet pats on his head, the innocent hugs and the love you’re showing him would mean so much to him

- You’re his rock, his family, you mean everything to him and he’s willing to show you that you’re his family

- Not like the others, he wouldn’t ask himself why you’re so nice to him, he would simply accept and enjoy it. Way to many years filled with betray and war that he’s letting his chance of having someone like you in his life go

- He would ask you for physical affection all the time, like head pats or a hug cause his kind is just like the humans, it needs that kind of affection.

- He purr’s (only if you’re alone with him)

- Every time he leaves the nemesis you’re there to say goodbye to him, to wish him luck and to tell him to care of himself.

- You’re the only reasons he likes to go back to the nemesis, cause he knows you’re there waiting for him

- To welcome him, to tell him he did a good job, to be there for him.

Extra:

- He loves street racings and even though he knows your worried about him, he likes to go out and attend street races (mostly because every time he comes home, you’re waiting for him. Asking him if he was okay and giving him affection)

- So to come back to the nemesis and it seems you’re nowhere to be found he would be panicking.

- He knows a lot of the other bot doesn’t like humans so he would immediately try to find you (together with breakdown)

- In the end he would ask soundwave to help him to find you and together they would find you somewhere in the desert.

- After you’re back on the nemesis he would need a lot affection and words, cause he’s sure he had over ten spark attacks while you were nowhere to be found.

I’m sorry that the Knockout one is so short 🙏

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corriganatheart · 1 year

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Deepest Secret 🔞 Pt. II / Jude Bellingham x reader x Trent A. Arnold

Synopsis: Jude is your boyfriend's best friend and your biggest nemesis, but sometimes he shows his hate in ways that have you questioning his intentions.

Pairings: Jude Bellingham x fem! Reader x Trent A. Arnold

Genre: Enemies to lover, and Forbidden romance

Warning ⚠️: Cursing, mention of sexual contents 🔞

Baby❤️: Wanna grab dinner with me after practice?

Y/N: R we going to be alone?

Baby❤️: yes? Who else is going to be there?🤨

Y/N: IDK ur friends has been on my case about disappearing😅

Baby❤️: It’s only been four weeks…they’re being dramatic🙄

Y/N: yes ig it’s about time I get out of my woman cave.

Baby❤️: 😘 pick u up at 7:30!

You wore a sparkling champagne mini dress and tied your hair in a ponytail. Today, you wanted to focus on your boyfriend and show him how much you love him. The last few weeks, you focused mainly on yourself, leaving Trent in the dark, but he was patient enough to wait for you. You’ve not seen Jude since the club, but you’ve seen news of him with different women and his excellent performances. He was going big, and his career skyrocketed, which is more reason to avoid him. If someone were to discover the tension between the two of you, you wouldn’t be able to handle the consequences. Trent would question your intention, and the media will display you as the villain for breaking up their friendship.

“That dress looks so fucking sexy, baby,” Trent says as soon as he enters your room. You smile and playfully flip your hair as he leans against the door and admires you from afar. Trent has a key to your place, so he was allowed to go in and out, and he often comes with surprises. Like right now, he brought a bouquet of red roses and a black bag with the Chanel Logo on it. “Are you worried that this dress is too much?” You asked while pointing at your cleavage and your exposed legs. Trent casually shrugs, “wear whatever you want; I can fight.” You giggled at his perfect response before spraying perfume on yourself and walking towards your bed. “And you ask why people think you’re my sugar daddy,” you sarcastically said while grabbing the necklace box inside of the Chanel bag. You open the box to reveal a Chanel necklace; this is the newest one and the fifth one Trent bought you this year. “Spoiling you rotten turns me on,” Trent says and grabs the necklace out of the box to put it around your neck. “Weird kink,” you mumbled. He chuckled , and you feel his hot breath on your neck. “Only for you, though,” he whispers before gently kissing your neck.

“A getaway?” You asked. Trent nods as he rubs your thighs. “It’s a team bonding vacation, and we can bring our girls.” You hum because you don’t know what to say. If the whole team is there, Jude will be there, and you aren’t ready to face him yet. The last time you spoke, he hurt you badly, slut shaming you, etc. You’re sure he said all those nasty stuff without meaning, but it still hurts. Jude Bellingham hates you, and you hate him, and it will remain that way. “Marcus’s fiancé wants you there, and the others have been asking about you nonstop.” Trent squeezes your thighs, “and I want you there.” You sigh and place a hand on his, “I will think about it.”

When you arrive at the restaurant, you are surprised that your boyfriend booked the entire place. He even decorated it as you liked it, flowery and elegant. “Trent…this is just a normal date, right?” You grin while looking around. Trent places a hand on your hips and guides you to the table. “You know my girl deserves the best,” he mumbles and kisses your cheeks. You giggle and sit down on the chair that he has pulled out. “If anything, I think you’re trying to make me fall for you even more,” you said. Trent smirks and reaches for your hand. "When are you going to give me an answer, baby?" he asked, stroking your knuckles with his thumb. Your smile fades away, realizing he is asking you about moving in with him. You have tried to avoid that topic because you felt like you weren't ready yet, and after the encounters with Jude, your mind has been filling with sinful thoughts. "Trent, it has been two years since we dated," you mumbled. He chuckles and shakes his head, "babe, some people start moving in together only like a couple of months after meeting." He was right about that, so you couldn't argue. "You know I get messy sometimes," you muttered. "And I have a maid for that," he shrugs. You bite your lips, holding back the smile because this topic is serious, and Trent is not backing down. "I stay up late to work," you said. "And I can sleep in peace knowing you are typing next to me," he grins. You tilt your head back and laugh; gosh, he has to have the last word. "Sometimes I snore," you lied. Trent chuckles and brushes his thumb on your lips, "And I cherish those sounds, knowing that you're still here with me."

After dinner, Trent drove the both of you back to his place, or as he would call it, our place. You both drank a couple of drinks, you more than him because he had to drive. He talked about the projects he wanted to do for the place, so you felt more welcome. You were already welcomed, but Trent wanted you to decorate the place how you wanted, and he was willing to hire the best interior designer to help you. It was cute, husband material of him to think this through before asking you. But you were very hesitant, almost scared to want to move in with him because you knew Jude was always welcomed, and that was something your body and mind didn't need.

Ever since you felt the taste of Jude's lips, you have been dreaming nonstop about him and wanted those lips in other places. He had you worked up, and every night while lying in bed, you could only think of him. Even when kissing Trent, sometimes, your mind shifts to Jude. "That dress of yours is going to be the death of me," Trent whispers behind you while nibbling on your ears. You moan as you feel his hand trailing up your thighs. Trent knew your body, and he knew how to get a reaction out of you. This man was your match, and you shouldn't want anyone else; he was the perfect man for you. "I need you, naked baby," he mumbles and wasted no time zipping the strap. You felt your back exposed, and the dress silently fell onto the cold marble floor. Trent bites his lips as he stares at you in nothing but your bra and your thong. He grins as he twirls you around, whistling to himself. "Any man would be lucky to have you. Too bad you are already mine," he says before lifting your chin and bringing his lips onto yours. You moan from the way his mouth tastes. Rich alcohol with many fruity flavors, "I want to fuck you." You paused and clenched your brows. "Wait," you said and slightly pushed Trent's chest. He looks down at you with lust and frustration. "What did you just say?" you asked nervously. Trent frowns, confusion written all over his face. "I didn't say anything, baby," he says. You close your, realizing you just imagined Jude's voice and words. It also disgusted you that it turned you on, and you could feel yourself getting wet. "I'm sorry," you mumbled. "I'm just tired." Trent smiled, but there was definitely annoyance on his face. It has been a while since you guys had sex, and you kept denying him, leaving him to think he wasn't enough. "It's okay, babe. Come on, I'll start a warm bath for you."

1 Month Later

Jude stares at your timid form from afar. He didn't think you would come, but you did. Today all of you were going to Bora Bora to have a team bonding trip, but really, it was a free vacation for the team and their significant others. Everyone brought their girlfriend, wives, and a date. Jude did the same. He brought one of the hottest models out there, and he does plan on getting in bed with her, especially since you'll be there. It has been a while since he last saw you or spoke to you, but it has been every day since you were haunting him in his bed, showers, mind, and dream. You were a drug that he couldn't get rid of, and he hasn't even tasted you.

"I'm hearing wedding bells coming soon. Y/N finally moved in with Trent, and the next thing you know, they'll have a mini Alexander Arnold running around," Marcus says with a smile. Jude glares at the back of Marcus's neck, and Harry notices it and rolls his eyes. "Don't tell me you still think she has evil intentions." The model next to him and the others surrounding him all turned to him. "I think she's annoying as fuck," he said with disgust. Most of his teammates groaned and said some curse words under their breath while the model just laid her head on his shoulder. "Don't worry, babe," she mumbles, "I will make sure you have the best time there." Jude just sits there, eyes bored, as he continues to stare at you. You haven't looked at him once since you step foot into the private plane, and he finds that very agitating.

“Hey, we get to stay across from one another!” Jude chirped loud enough for you to hear. You glance over at him and Trent, noticing how they are excited to be experiencing this trip with one another. You then look over at the girl that came along; she is extremely beautiful and has the best body. Insecurity dwelled upon you after noticing how she also looked at Trent, full of lust and excitement. “That girl got to go,” Lucia, Marcus’s fiancé, said disgustingly. “I saw her also making sexual gestures towards Marcus, and he also feels uncomfortable.” You shake your head and turn away from the view, “it’s Jude’s date; let him handle it.” Lucia follows you into your designated room; she is determined to bring that girl down. “I mean, come on, Jude only brought her here for one thing, and now she wants to get with all of our men.” You chuckle and start unpacking your bags. “Our men have a voice; they can turn her down. She’s Jude’s date; we can’t just tell her to leave,” you shrugged. Lucia groans and stomps out of the room.

The afternoon was filled with you hanging your outfits in the closet and Trent spending time with his best friend. He had asked you several times to come and relax with him and Jude, but you had kindly declined and made the excuse that you didn’t want to get into an argument. “I see you’re still avoiding Jude,” Harry says after he catches you sneaking to the juice bar. “I’m not avoiding anyone,” you said. Harry smirks and orders his drink. “How’s the move-in with Trent?” He asked. You grab your drink and sit on the stool. “I have spent so much time there, so it’s nothing new. We plan on fixing up the place a little, though,” you said. Harry nods and proceeds to update you on his life. As he talked, your eyes drifted to where Jude, Trent, and Jude’s date was. Jude and Trent are sitting on the edge, legs dangling in the water, whereas the model is in the water showing off her body. You clench the drink, upset that the girl does not respect your relationship. But you appreciate that Trent was showing her no interest.

“Wonder how long that’s going to last,” Saka walks up to you while staring at the model. “I say tomorrow he sends her home,” Harry shrugged. You shake your head, lips twitching because that excited you. “Shit!” A loud splash causes all three of you to turn in their direction. Trent was now in the water, and the model was giggling. “What was that for?” Trent asked annoyance in his voice. “Play with me!” The girl chirped and started splashing water into his face. You frowned and immediately tossed your cup in the trash can before stomping towards them.

“Trent!” You called, causing everyone to turn to you. You bent down and held your hand for him, and you felt Jude intensely staring at you. “Thanks, baby girl,” Trent said and reached for your hands. You help your man get back on the wooden steps and glare at the girl. She continues to act blind to your relationship, and it was getting on your nerve. Why wasn’t Jude doing anything? She came as his date, and he deliberately let her flirt with his best friend. “Come on, I’ll help you,” you offered, but Trent shook his head. “I’ll be fine. I’ll go take a quick shower and come out in 15,” he says and places a kiss on your temple before walking to your room. Saka and Harry excused themselves, and the girl followed after them with her wet bikini.

You stood there frozen, realizing you should’ve run after the others because now it was only you and Jude. Who’s idea was it to leave you two alone? Everyone knew how much you despise one another. You gulped when you realized he was staring at you, and you were nearly half naked, in a bikini with a sheer wrap knot cover-up skirt. “Nice weather, aye?” Jude asked while sipping on his drink. You looked down at him and immediately gushed at the sight of his muscles and abs. It has been a while since you saw Jude, and gosh, he was more handsome than ever. “It’s bora bora; I hope so,” you shrugged and decided it wouldn’t hurt to sit next to him; besides, you guys were out in the open. What could go wrong?

You swing your legs in the water as Jude stares at your thighs, then your chest, and then your bottom. His body tense before he rapidly sips his drink. You also took the opportunity to check him out, and you felt yourself getting warmer. This was the exact reason why you’ve been avoiding him. He was everything your body wanted but couldn’t have. Jude cleared his throat, catching you off guard, “Y/N, about last time I-“ you immediately stopped him by holding up a finger. You don’t like to discuss anything from the past, especially now that you’ve taken the next step with Trent. “I have moved on from it. Nothing to discuss anymore,” you said. The disappointment on Jude’s face was evident to the point where he got up and left you alone. You sighed, realizing you must’ve hurt his feelings, but it was the right thing to do. You are with Trent, and there’s no one else more perfect than him.

Jude sips on his cocktail as his date grinds on his dick. He was hard, not because of her ass, but because of how you swayed your hips. You were a real piece of a woman in that tight little dress of yours and the way you knew how to work that body. Jude told himself before dinner that he would keep it together and only focus on his hot date, but after you entered the beach, he knew was fucked. “Come on, babe, let’s go dance,” the girl says as she continues to roll her hips on him. Jude doesn’t respond; he continues watching you from afar while sipping on his beer. “I brought all sorts of toys for us to use,” his date says, “gosh, I have been waiting for this.” The image of him using all sorts of sex toys on a girl should be enough to leave, but he wasn’t affected by this girl. She was perfect with a hot body and a nice face, but still, the sight of you dancing affected him more than fucking his date. Jude lays his head back on the chair and groans when you start grinding on one of the other girls. He was so fucking hard for you, and if he didn’t get a taste of you, he probably would die from a hard-on. “Want me to fix that for you, baby?” His date asked while leaning back to touch his dick. Jude glances at you and notices you staring at where his date is feeling, and he doesn’t miss the glare you send her way. Satisfied with the reaction, Jude smirks, realizing the temptation was also there for you.

You shouldn’t have drunk this much, but it was a vacation, and your emotions were everywhere. Jude was a bastard for taunting you with his date. Ever since you showed up in that sexy dress on purpose, you didn’t miss how his eyes hungrily followed you. And you can’t deny it, but you liked it. Jude was a temptation, one of the greatest ones. And it was even worse than your boyfriend is here, getting drunk with his friends while you are eyeing his best friend. “Bitch I’m leaving; I want some dick,” Lucia whispers in your ear before running off with Marcus. You chuckle and continue to drink your margarita while glaring at the way Jude’s date is grinding on his dick. You then look over at Trent, who is just chatting it up with some of the guys, and for some reason, you want to dance with Jude more than Trent. It was a sinful thought, and you hated yourself for letting that get in the way of your happiness. Frowning, you walk off to find some peace from everyone.

“Like I said, you shouldn’t be swimming while you are drunk,” he says as he sits on the edge, his legs dangling into the water. You turn to look at Jude, he doesn’t look as drunk, but he has a bottle of tequila in his hand and is chugging it as he drowns in the way you look in the clear water. You were gorgeous in that sexy dress, and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to control himself any longer. “You would like that wouldn’t you?” You asked and slowly lifted your dress while staring into his eyes. Jude chugs the wine as he watches the white bikini underneath your dress coming into view. You don’t break eye contact as you toss the clothing next to him. “Look at you,” he sighs while staring from head to toe. You smirked, “you can look but can’t touch.” Jude chuckles, and he lifts his beach shirt before jumping into the water.

You scoot away from him and take in his body, he looks more muscular than the last time, and there are some visible scars from training. “You can touch me everywhere,” he mumbles. Your body was heating up and reacting in sinful ways. You could get caught any minute and ruin your life, and you can’t guarantee that Jude will have your back. “Your girlfriend wouldn’t like that,” you muttered, but your hand was flinching from wanting to touch him. “She’s not my girlfriend. She’ll be gone in the next minute if you want.” You smiled at that, but it quickly faded because it wasn’t fair for anyone. You’re the one in the relationship, and you should be loyal, but the temptation and tension were too much to bear. “My boyfriend. He’s your best friend, and he’ll get hurt.”

Jude hears the hesitation in your voice, but he knows you want it as much as he does. So he scoots closer to you, only a couple of inches between you. “He doesn’t need to know. It’ll be our little secret,” Jude whispers. You gulped and timidly reached out to touch his chest. He lets out a relieved sigh and closes his eyes from the touch; gosh, you were so soft. “Did you miss me?” He asked while leaning down. “Did you think about me?” He asked again as he reached down and cupped your pussy. “Because every time I fucked, I cum thinking of you.” And that was it, you were a goner.

Jude lifts you as he kicks the door close and locks it. Everyone was now half passed out and drunk and was already asleep. The resort was empty and quiet; no one around to even know what the two of you were up to. Trent was passed out in your room, whereas Jude’s date went off with another guy. It was a win-win situation because this gave you time to relieve the sexual tension between the two of you. “Slow down,” you mumbled as Jude lifted you against the door and kissed you roughly. “Fuck no!” He growls. “I have wanted to fuck the moment I laid eyes on you. There is no way I’m holding back.” You have no words to say, so you just let him devour your mouth as his hands roam every part of your body like he would die if he didn’t. “I need to take you now,” he whispers and gently lays you down on the bed. You hurry towards the headboard and watch as he slowly removes his pant and boxer. Your mouth gasps at the view in front of you.

Jude was perfect in every way, and it has come to you that even Trent couldn’t get your heart rate beating this fast. You feel yourself drowning as he climbs onto the bed and unhooks your top, and rip off your bottoms. When the both of you are naked, you admire one another’s bodies, memorizing the image like it would be the last. “Gosh, you have no idea how long I have been dreaming of this,” he said almost painfully. Jude pulls out the nightstand drawer and reaches for a condom. There was only one in the drawer. You glared at it, and he chuckled, “the only person I was going to fuck was you,” he said. He then rips the condom with his mouth, and you watch him roll the rubber on. Jude smiles down at you and takes your mouth into his. The kiss wasn’t sexual; it was passionate, like he wanted to prove something. “Keep me as a secret all you want, as long as I get to have you,” he says. And the whole night, Jude proves to you how much he meant it.

You groan and feel an arm pull you into a hug. Your body ached severely, and only you and another person knew why. You open your eyes to see Trent staring at you; with the cutest smile. “Morning, baby,” he says. You smile, “morning, babe.” Trent then pulls the blanket off and grins at the sight of the hickeys on your neck and chest. You foolishly allowed him to think it was from him and smile back. “Thank god for this vacation.”

As promised, Jude sent his date back home, and for the next couple of days, you pretended nothing happened, acting like you hated one another. But at night, when everyone was dead asleep, you would sneak into Jude’s room and do all sorts of sinful stuff. The both of you would remind one another that this would be the last, but it was a cycle that never ended. Jude was lusting after you, and you were too. It was in his nature to be competitive, but he was ok with being your deepest secret, and even though you hated yourself afterward, you were ok with letting him stay while he was inside of you. It was a secret that could never be revealed, and will live inside of you forever.

You shifted uncomfortably and glared at sleepy Jude next to you. You then turn to your boyfriend, who has his head on the window, also sleeping. The seating arrangement became slightly awkward because two other people decided also to take your designated plane back. Trent volunteered for Jude to sit next to him, but neither you nor Jude liked the window seat, so the arrangement ended up with you sitting between the best friends. From everyone’s perspective, you two hated the arrangement, and that’s why Jude had his headphones on and was asleep, but as your hands, intertwined with his underneath the blanket, you could only imagine how uncomfortable and shocked everyone would be if they discovered that you two likes one another. Both you and Jude were a fool for acting like this, but no one should know, and no one will know as long as neither of you falls in love. It will be a selfish secret that will go on until one of you step away. And you’re sure Jude will once the phase is over; he’ll get bored of you and move on and won’t even remember this ever happened.

“I love you, baby,” Trent says and kisses your forehead. You chuckled and laid your head on his shoulders. You smiled and reassured yourself that everything would be ok. “I love you too,” you mumbled and, for a second, felt a shiver run down your spine. You open your eyes and tilt to look at Jude, but he is still asleep while his hands are intertwined with yours underneath his blanket. Feeling wary, you close your eyes again and try to relax, but even while sleeping, you can still feel Jude’s eyes watching you, like he has another plan for you. Like you have fallen into his trap.

Part III

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