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noellawrites · 10 months

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Souvenir - Yandere!Luca x reader

summary: Luca just can't let his rivalry with Carmy go, so he leaves a permanent reminder inside of you. afab reader but no specified pronouns.

warnings: smut, baby-trapping, condom sabotage, forced breeding

You weren't even supposed to go to Copenhagen. The trip was booked for Marcus when his mother took a turn for the worse. So here you were, the recipient of a non-refundable flight, standing in front of Denmark's most renowned kitchen. As The Beef's only waitress, saying you had a lack of food prep knowledge was an understatement. But with Tina and Ebra back in school, the task was left to you.

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"Carmy taught me everything I know about good service. Really, I owe everything to him. I thought he'd boot me after taking over The Beef but thank god he didn't," you rambled.

"Sounds like he means a lot to you," Luca spoke quietly as he prepped an example dessert.

"He's the best chef I've ever worked with. Maybe not as intense as your rival chef, but he definitely challenges me. For example, sending me here with no experience," you laughed, picking up a tub of diced almonds.

"Seems like a real bond," Luca said simply. He reached across to the other side of you and his tattoos crossed into your line of vision.

"He's like my mentor, brother, work husband and hero all in one. Actually, that sounds stupid when I say it out loud," you laughed nervously.

"I know what you mean. To be so consumed by someone's talent that you just want to seep into their skin," Luca agreed.

A comfortable moment of silence hung between you both as you kept working. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him staring at you with an unreadable expression before he turned away to grab some dough.

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"Your lips taste better than any dessert," Luca whispered in your ear as he traced his fingers down your stomach. Pleasure tickled down your spine and he pushed down your shorts, reaching into your panties and tracing your clit.

"Ah--ahh, Luca!" you moaned, and he clamped a hand over your mouth.

Through the dark, you could just make out his pepper tattoo on his hand, which oddly enough reminded you of Carmy. Come to think of it, the patchy placements of his tattoos reminded you a lot of Carmy's. And his entire apartment was bare just like Carmy's was, too. Even Luca's intense expressions sometimes mirrored Carmy's.

I really shouldn't be thinking of Carmy when I'm about to have sex with this hot pastry chef, you thought.

As Luca started pulling his boxers down, you held your hand out to stop him.

"Do you have a condom?" you asked, sitting up and looking around.

"Dresser, top drawer," he said, sounding a bit irked. You handed him the small plastic square and laid back down.

You could hear him ripping open the package with his teeth and stretching the condom over his cock when he suddenly pulled your panties down the rest of the way.

You were lost in pleasure as he dove into your pussy, licking and sucking with his expertly trained tongue.

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Luca held you against him with his strong arms as you both reached orgasm together, a mess of sweat and pleasure and moans.

"Oh shit Luca, did you just cum in me?" you gasped, wriggling away from him as post-sex clarity struck you.

"The condom must've broken," he said, but you pulled away from him too quick and managed to see what he was trying to hide: the empty, fully intact condom next to him. His hard cock pulled out of you, covered in a mix of your cum, no condom on him at all.

"What the fuck, Luca?!"

"Stay here. With me."

Luca's kind eyes had turned dark, an ulterior motive lurking underneath the surface. You didn't know what he was up to, but you knew it couldn't be good.

You quickly gathered your clothes from the floor and tried to yank your pants on. Luca stood, still completely naked, and moved to stand in front of the door leading outside his flat.

"Move, I need to go pick up Plan B. I'm ovulating, you fucking asshole!"

"You're not leaving. Not until your flight."

"Oh my god, this is so fucked up! I-I barely even know you!" you cried.

"You knew me enough to let me fuck you," he laughed, pulling on his boxers. As much as you hated to admit it, he had stretched you better than anyone else had before.

"I hate you, Luca."

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You took a Plan B when you got back to Chicago, but by then it was too late. Not only did you bring back three desserts for The Bear's new menu, but you also brought back a tiny baby in your stomach. A little bundle of cells forever tying you to the British pastry chef. You sobbed as you told Carmy, who then gave you the entire story about how he and Luca had met. Rivals, but Carmy was clearly more skilled, more talented, more ambitious.

But now, Luca had finally bested Carmy at something. He left you a permanent reminder, a souvenir from your travels, a big 'fuck you' to his former rival chef.

part two

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iwrite4obx · 4 years

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Hiii! I saw that ur requests were open :) Would you be down to write a jj x reader where the pogues are all on a mission to find the gold out of town and they have to stop at like a creepy motel because a hurricaine's comming and jj and the reader have to share a room and a bed and they have a cute pillowtalk moment and reveal their feelings for eachother?🥰 thank you! I hope you get inspired by this!!!!

The Best Night of Your Life (JJ x Reader)

A/N: I love a good JJ x Reader. Thank you so much anon for being my first request!! I really enjoyed writing this fic for you. I hope you like it! I will most likely not be writing today (family reasons) but I will get back to my requests as soon as possible. Requests are still open!

T/W: Swearing, a bunch of fluff, a bit of kissing. I really can't think of anything else

Word count: 1.6k I might have gotten a little carried away with the backstory but oops hope you like it

Of course it could never be easy. You and the whole pogue gang had been on the hunt for the gold for weeks now. Your search had been through ups and downs, the most notable down being finding the empty Royal Merchant on the sea floor, but with a few fresh clues and the help of Kook Princess Sarah Cameron you were finally so close. She and John B had discovered that there was a survivor of the wreck, a former slave named Denmark Tanney, who took the gold and used it to buy a huge plantation on the mainland. You even found a map that would lead you to the exact location of the gold. So as soon as you could, the pogues hopped a ferry to the mainland. And that was where everything went wrong.

As soon as they disembarked the ferry, they starting hearing the talk.

"Did you hear, there's a huge tropical storm headed this way."

"They say it practically came out of nowhere."

“Better seek some shelter.”

Pope looks at the group nervously. "Uhhh guys, are you hearing this."

"Maybe we should go go back. We can still catch the last ferry home for the night," Kie offers.

"No way," John B refuses. "You guys can go if you want, but I'm not turning back. Not now."

"John B's right," you interject. You and your friends have come so far to simply give up now. "Besides, if there really is a big storm coming, we'll be safer here than on the island."

"If we're so safe on the mainland, then why can't we just go get the gold," JJ argues, his tone impatient. More than anyone, maybe even John B himself, JJ wants to find the gold.

He steps up behind you so that's he's hovering over your shoulder, making himself a part of the conversation. Your heart skips a beat. Being so close to JJ always gets your heart racing. It was becoming harder and harder for you to deny the fact that you were falling for the fellow pogue. It fact, you had even come to accept it. You lie awake at night imagining what exactly you would say if you could confess your feelings to JJ. But you would never say a word about how you felt. You knew JJ didn't feel the same about you. And even in some crazy alternate reality where you two did end up together, the pogues would never stop giving you hell for it.

"We can't. They'll still be heavy rains. In fact, they'll probably start soon. We gotta find someplace to lay low," Pope proposes.

So that was how you all ended up in the parking lot of the nearest motel, digging through your bags and pockets for spare change. You could only scrounge enough money for two rooms, one with a two queens and another two single beds. After intense negotiating. You all agreed that Pope and Kie could have the single beds. Sarah and John B would share one of the queens which left... Oh God.

You couldn't even look at JJ. And it seemed as if he couldn't look at you either. That hurt more than you cared to admit. Things were always so easy, so effortless with JJ. You two had always had natural chemistry. What had changed?

When he seemed to finally work up the courage, he turned to you. "Ready, y/n? This is going to be the best night of your life." You giggled and smacked him playfully, and for a moment everything was normal between you two. You almost felt as if his distantness had been your imagination.

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After several hours of hanging out in the larger room, goofing off and laughing at each other's stupidity, Kie and Pope ran to their room in the pouring rain, shrieking, and the rest of you settled into bed. Sarah said she was exhausted, so John B immediately curled with her. But JJ came over to you and whispered in your ear as to not disturb Sarah.

"Y/n, I'm gonna get a shower. Don't, wait up for me, okay?" He gave you his usual impish grin but you were sure this was just another avoidance tactic. What had you done to push him away? As you crawled into bed and lie there staring at the ceiling, it was all you could think about. You tried to focus on the sound of the rain or John B’s soft snoring, but your mind kept coming back to JJ. How the wind blew his soft blonde hair and made a mess of it. How you loved more than anything the sound of his voice saying your name. How you just wanted to curl up with him, because you know it would feel safe. And how that would never in a million years, ever happen.

You're so lost in thought that you don't notice JJ emerging from the bathroom until he's climbing into bed beside you. He's wearing only his boxers and you are grateful that it's dark because you are blushing furiously.

You lay next to each other in silence, untouching, for several moments. Finally, you sigh and turn on your side to face him.

"JJ, I can't sleep." He turns to face you, his eyes sparkling even in the darkness. You can see a shadowed outline of his form, his long legs, his powerful arms.

"Because of the storm? Because we're stuck in the creepy ass motel? Because we're this fucking close to finding the gold, but we can't do anything but wait?" Although he's whispering, you can feel the anger behind his tone.

No, because you're right next to me! "Yeah," you lie.

JJ's eyes turn soft. John B said he's always had a soft spot for you, but you've never really believed it. "Then just talk to me, y/n. Anything and everything. I'll be your distraction."

"I don't know what to say. You know everything about me, J." It was true. You'd known the pogues for what seemed like your whole life. But JJ especially could probably list everything there was to know about you. You know you could do the same for him.

"Hmm... Tell me about your dreams for the future. You never talk about that."

As you begin speaking, his hand reaches for yours and he holds it, caressing it gently with his thumb. You know it's just meant to be a comfort and you can't protest because it certainly is a distraction from the weather and the gold.

"I don't know. I used to have so many big plans for the future. So many places I wanted to go. I wanted to see the whole world, but... as I get older I begin to realize that no matter where you go in the world, all you'll find is normal people living normal lives. You can't escape from your life by going to a new place. It will follow you there. And besides, I think I found my paradise. It's here, in the Outer Banks. I can't imagine ever leaving the any of the pogues, but especially you..."

You trail off when you realize what you've said. You resist the urge to clap your hand over your mouth. Why the hell would you say that? There was something about JJ’s thumb tracing your hand that lulled you into feeling safe. You had let your guard down.

Thankfully, JJ was as oblivious as ever. "Well of course I'd miss you, y/n you're my best friend." You thought you'd be grateful for him to brush off your almost-confession like that, but for some reason, you were infuriated. How could he be so oblivious? How could he not see how much you liked him?

"No JJ, you don't understand-" you began to argue, but he held up a finger to your lips, silencing you.

"Y/n, you didn't let me finish. I would miss you because you are my best friend, but also, if I'm being completely honest, and you know that's hard for me to do," he shot a smile towards you and you giggled at his attempt to break the tension. "You've always been more than that. To me, at least."

You were dumbfounded. It took you a moment to find your voice. "Are you saying you like me? As more than a friend?"

"God, of course I like you, y/n! I've been waiting for you to notice because everyone keeps telling me I'm so obvious about it but you never seem to feel the same way. I had to bribe Kie and Pope to insist on the single beds so that I could finally tell you, but I lost the nerve to and I was going to just-"

You cut off his rambling by crashing your lips against his. It was uncomfortable for a moment but you scooted your body closer to his and everything fell perfectly into place. He placed a hand on your hip and pulled you to him. Your kiss was deep and passionate. It felt so natural, as if you had kissed JJ a thousand times before. You were disappointed when he pulled away, even though you were gasping for air.

"So... Does that mean you liked me?"

This time his confusion made you giggle. "JJ Maybank, you are so oblivious." You pecked him on the lips once more.

It was still impossible for you to fall asleep. You stayed up until the rain stopped and the sun peaked through the cheap, flimsy curtains. But it was the best night of you life. Because the entire time you were awake, you were curled up with JJ whispering in hushed tones about all the possibilities of the future.

A/N: To the Anon who sent me all the prompts: Ooo thank you so much I love your ideas! I will probably do a few of them!

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teabights · 4 years

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MARCO ILSØ x READER Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

Author's Note: I think this is the last part of these two. I will start more one shots, if y'all want more of them, let me know. I felt like I needed to wrap them up. Edit: I will upload one more part after this one and will close this narrative.

Trigger Warning: A little smut

Danish words: "Jeg elsker dig" - I love you. "Jeg elsker dig for evigit" - I love you forever. "Elskov" - Love . "Kom kysse mig" - Come Kiss me. "Nej" - No. "Pigebarn" - Baby Girl.

Two weeks into living with Marco, you just learned that Marco is a huge mess. Marco left his clothes laying around and he never made the bed - you were always up and out the door before he'd wake up. He cooked for you though, which was a nice change. You two do share cleaning the apartment.

 Marco has his hand around your throat as he is slamming into you, moans filling the room - well your moans a bit breathy. The sounds of your bodies connecting also filling the room. Marco lets out a loud growl as he starts to release his seed into you. You orgasm while he was riding out his orgasm. He lets go of your throat after and you pant hard. He moves out of you and lays down next to you.

 "I love morning sex," Marco comments with a chuckle.

"I mean, I love you, but yeah the morning sex, perfect," You joke.

"You were great," Marco says.

"You were good," You mumble.

 Marco's phone rings and he leans over, you see his agent's name on the screen and he answers it.

 "Yeah?.... Really?... Are you taking the piss outta me?... For real? OH MY GOD. FUCKING GREAT! Bye... E-Mail me the info," Marco says and hangs up. He puts his phone down on the night stand. He moves to get over you. He smiles so huge and snuggles his face into your neck.

 "What is it?" You ask. 

"I got the part... in the FUCKING SPIELBERG MOVIE!" Marco says as he moves from your back to scream.

"BABE! THAT'S GREAT! Let's go out and celebrate," You suggest. You were so happy for him.

"I know how I want to celebrate," Marco's hand wonders to your thigh.  "Yeah?" You say with a smirk.

 After you and Marco go for round two, then round three in the shower. You two got dressed. You pulled on your (Marco's) favorite bra and pantie set, one of Marco's sweaters, a pair of jeans, and just a pair of converse. He just had on a sweater, jeans, boxers, and his tennis shoes. You decided that you two are going to go to the restaurant that Marco always keeps asking for you two to go back to after you had taken him there the first time. You aren't telling him that you are taking him there. He keeps asking and you keep telling him it's a surprise. You were able to call ahead to make a reservation of just you two in the secluded area.

You get to the restaurant with Marco and he just screams a tiny bit. You two walk up to the front and you give them your name. They lead you to two to a quiet room in the back. Marco was just squealing so happily. He was on cloud nine. There was nothing that could ruin his mood. You two eat dinner. During dinner, he talked about going back to Denmark for a few days to tell everyone and see everyone, which just made you whine in protest. You thought that you two could be with each other for thirty-one consecutive days not just 2 weeks, he fucks off for a few days and comes back for the last 2 weeks. He agreed to stay the month.

Marco wanted to go out drinking. You agree only because Marco was on such a life high at the moment. You two go to the club that you went to every single weekend. Marco and you get drunk off your asses. Marco and you end up going back the apartment. You threw up on the way from the cab to your front door. Marco just held your hair and talked about cute you were. You two go inside. Marco and you start to undress. You had gone to the bathroom to rinse your mouth out. You get to be just in the sweater and panties and Marco just had his boxers on. Not much happened nor did you guys make it to the bedroom. You two passed out on the couch.

You wake up the next morning, feeling like Thor had slammed your head with his hammer. You look over at Marco, who was still sound asleep, a little drool creeping down one side of his mouth. You just kiss his cheek. You walk slowly to the bathroom to do your business then to the kitchen to take the ibuprofen. You did not have to the will power to make breakfast or coffee. You just get that stuff delivered to you. You sit back down with Marco, slowly kissing his neck.

"Mars," You mutter. 

"sshh... too loud," Marco says. Marco's phone starts to ring from his pants pocket. "Fuck." He leans over to grab his jeans and pulls out his phone then answers it, surprised that it still had juice.

"Hello?" He tried to sound not dead. "Alex, yeah... I am glad I got the part too, shut the fuck up though... because it is 10 in the morning here and I am so hung over... We celebrated... Yeah, we celebrated that way too... perv... I know. I have to get my script from the office... London, I know... I appreciate it Alex. I do... Spielberg is having the table read in a week. So stay over here. I am sure she won't mind..." Marco's eyes go to you. 

"That's fine," You say. You had an extra room that was an office with a futon in it that Alex can sleep on. 

"She says that's fine... She's great... Yeah, well when you are here I was going to work on that... yeah... Yeah... Anything else King Ivar?... Okay, then I will see you in a week, bye fucker," Marco hangs up after hearing Alex's response. You were a bit skeptical by what he was going to work on.

"What are you going to work on?" You ask.

"Ah, working out, we need to bit beefier for this, or me," Marco's lie rolls right off his tongue.   There was a knock on the door. As much as you did not believe him, you chose to. You walk to the door, thanking the delivery person as you grab the drink carrier and the box of doughnuts. You close the door and walk over the couch. "

 "Coffee and doughnuts," You say happily. You got both of you some ridiculously sweet iced coffees and a dozen of chocolate dipped doughnuts with sprinkles, your favorite.

"I will join you in a moment," Marco says as he gets up. His head rushing but he goes takes care of his business in the bathroom and had taken some medicine before sitting back down.   

You two ate in silence, mostly because of your headaches. You snuggle into Marco's side.

 "Can you just move in full time?" You ask quietly.

"I would love to, the movie starts right after my last week here, and I will be in London with Alex for the next four months," Marco says as his voice grows sad and quiet.

"Four?" You let out a sigh.  "Yeah, it is a long time. Five months apart got us to being here, so imagine the four months apart. I could visit you when we have a break," Marco comments.

"Well, yeah, but I am so used to having you every day, that it's going to be so hard to not have you here," You mention. "It'll just be hard." 

"Yeah, but it's what we want. Soon I'll be able to support us..." Marco starts. 

"No, I am giving up my job because you are a big actor. I need something that is mine," You say.

"But, I never am going to be able to see you if I am working and you are working," Marco starts to feel a bit angry.

"Yeah, well, if we love each other like we say, we will be just fine," You mutter. 

"Don't question if I love you," Marco retorts.

"I wasn't I was just simply stating," You snap back.   

You just stand up and move to walk away. He grabs your waist and pull him back. He had no intention of kissing you. He just was not done talking.   

"I am not done talking to you. You cannot just walk away," Marco mutters to you.

"Well, I am done talking to you," You snap again.

"Fine." Marco says slightly defeated; you were impossible to talk to when you were in this mood. He releases you from your hold.

 You just head towards the bathroom. You just wanted out of your clothes and shower, and that is what you did. You took a rather long shower. You cry during the shower. You did not want to lose Marco for four months. You did not want to lose the relationship you guys had. You were worried that he would be seen out with a female costar being awfully cuddly. You did not want the news that he would be breaking up with you. Of course, you could never tell Marco these feelings.

Once you get out of the bathroom, hair and body wrapped in a towel and walk into the bedroom. You were sure you guys never made the bed the other night, but it was made. His clothes were all put into the hamper. You were surprised. You toss the towels up on the hooks. You just move to the dresser, pulling out underwear and a sleeping shirt and shorts. You pull them on. You walk out into the living room. Marco wasn't anywhere in your apartment. You weren't too worried. You find your phone and walk back to the bedroom. You just move to the bed, pulling the covers back so you can get into bed and you lay down on the bed. You plug your phone in. After laying there for a few seconds your phone goes off. Your mom's beautiful face lights up your phone. You just smile as you answer your phone.

 "Hello?" You say as you answer.

"Hi baby girl," Your mom speaks.

"What's up mom?" You couldn't help but feel bad.

"So, Marco told me that you two had an argument about work and him being gone for four months, but pigebarn you have nothing to worry about. You know he loves you so much. I think that Freya will keep you two together," Your mom states.

How does she know that you two will be okay? There is some secret going around. "How do you know?" You ask.

"A mom knows when their child had found the one, especially me. I pray to Freya every day to look over you two. Take time, call upon Freya, surely she will keep you guys together," Your mom just smiles, you can hear the smile.

"Mom, Freya... can't do this one. I need Hel," You mutter.

"Pray to Freya and Frigg. You will feel better," She insists. "I have to go, it is dinner time." 

"Okay mom. I love you," You answers her softly. 

"I love you pigebarn," Your mom then hangs up.

 You just close your eyes and put your phone on the bedside table. You just let out a small sigh.  

"Freya... I call upon you in a time of need. I need you to bless my relationship with Marco, please. I do not know how much longer I can go without him. I don't know how my mother knows that Marco and I will be fine, but I need a sign or something. Please Freya. Odin... I called upon May First for the help with Marco, I need your protection over him. Make sure that he is okay when he is away filming. Please Odin. Please... I need my father to give me a sign that Marco is supposed to be the one I am supposed to be with. Father, please. Freya...Father...Odin... please, give me a sign." You speak out into the universe. Your eyes were all watery again. You lay there in silence, sobbing for a couple of minutes before your phone rings. The Gods worked in mysterious ways. You reach over for your phone and answer it without checking.  

"Hey, Gosh, I am an idiot and forgot the keys to the apartment. Can you come open the door please, elskov?" Marco's voice was soft and made you feel warm, even over the phone. 

"Yeah," You say as you hang up.

You put your phone down. You get out of bed. You walk to the front door and open it for him. His hands were full. You watch him walk in. A bouquet of just baby's breath, how did he find your favorite? He also had a few groceries in a bag. Tucked under one of his arms was his script. You had plenty of food in the house, why did he go out to buy more food? He looks at you; he notices that your cheeks were stained with tears. Your eyes still puffy.

  "Elskov," He says softly.

"I am fine," You assure him.

 Marco just nods, going to tend to the flowers really quick, putting them in the vase and handing it to you. You take the vase.

 "Put them where you want," He says softly.

"Okay," You state.

 You walk over to the coffee table and put them there. It was a bit basic, but you just smile slightly as your eyes stay on them. You walk towards the kitchen. You see he had pork chops. He was on his phone, mumbling as he reads. You glance at the script and took a step towards it.

 "Please, you never read scripts," Marco says.

"Can I at least move it so it doesn't get destroyed from being in the kitchen?" You ask.

"Fine," Marco says.

You pick up the script it had his name photo copied into the cover of it. There was no information on the 'cover' of it besides Marco Ilsø. You put it next to the vase. It looked cute almost. You wanted to take a picture to post, but you sure it would violate Marco's contract. From interviews you found out that Spielberg's productions were very secretive till after filming, no one was allow to post about filming location or anything till it was over. You walk back into the kitchen.

 "Can I help?" You ask.

"No, I will come get you when I am done cooking," Marco says. He knew cooking your lunch would help make up for the fight. He felt like it was foolish fight, but he wanted you happy.

You just obey and stay in the bedroom. You just scroll through photos on your gallery. You were looking at the ones that Alex sent you after editing from the Central Park photos. That was an easier time. You just also watch the countless videos of you and Marco.  

"SAY HI MARCO!" You scream as you were drunk and so was he. You guys were in your apartment.

"HI MARCO!" Marco screams back.

"Marco! Tell Alex how much we miss him!" You spoke - you were filming this, it was one of the first nights in New York for Marco and he was missing Alex terribly.

"ALEX, BABY! I miss you cunt! You need to come out to New York more often. I love you!" Marco's eyes started to get watery. 

The phone gets panned to you. "Mars and I miss ya!" The video ends.

 You just smile as you click on another one - with no memory of filming it.

 "ELSKOV, KOM KYSSE MIG!" You hear Marco's voice. He was so attractive when he spoke Danish.

"NEJ, KOM KYSSE MIG!" You spoke back as you go to Marco on the couch. You just see the kiss happen, there was passion.

 "Jeg elsker dig." Marco says lowly.

"Jeg elsker dig for evigit," You say back to him.

 You remember that video actually. It was from when you were visiting Denmark for the last Yule with your father. Your parents had left to get food and Marco came over. It took place when Marco first came in the house and sat down. You miss him speaking Danish, it would occasionally come out in the morning or during sex. You two barely spoke it anymore. Marco only spoke it more with family and occasionally with Alex. You scroll through and found another video of you two.

 "Marco, what did you get?" You asked, obvious that it was Yule at your parents' home - same year as the last video.

"You got me a Yule sweater," Marco says with a big dopey smile on his face.

"And?" You egg him on.

"Tickets to the Dublin match," Marco states. "And a Dublin Bohs shirt."

"For you, Ken, Nick, Alex, and Jordan," You say.

"Thanks so much babe," Marco moves to kiss you. All the screen was black and all you hear was a kiss.  

"I know you wanted to go when Ken and Nick was there, and they were going with you for a few days," You say. "You'll fit right in there."

"Jeg elsker dig." Marco says.

"Jeg elsker dig." You respond. There was another kiss.

You smile at that video. It was a cute little video. You remember his actual reaction. You remember the call you got during the match. He was rambling about how much he loved you and how he thought you were an awesome chick for doing this for him, obviously drunk.

 "Elskov!" Marco calls to you. "Dining room!"

You leave your phone on the night stand as you get up from the bed. You wonder into the dining room. You see a nice plate of food and some candles lit. You were glad he was trying so hard to make this up to you. You couldn't help but smile. You were so glad that he was trying. You guys ate in peace. It was funny how Marco knew you so well. He knew how to make you happy - just the smallest gestures.

 "Uh, so I think it would be cool if you could get off the four months for the filming," Marco mentions. "Yeah, I can't just do that," You say.

"What if it was an exposé on Alex and I? We could talk to your company and Spielberg's people. You could release it after the movie comes out," Marco knew that you wanted to do more documentary type of videos, so he thought this was the obvious choice.

"Maybe, let's talk to Spielberg in the morning, then my company. Okay?" You did not want to argue about it. Marco was more on the line than you would be.

"Alex will be here in a few days. We are going to do an early read through, drink, other guy things," Marco mumble. "We will need to do it here, so you'll have to go do something as we read." "Sounds fun," You mention.

 You guys finish eating. Marco had picked up the dishes and did them. He even took care of left overs. You could see how bad he was trying to have everything be okay.

"Mars, can you come snuggle me in bed?" You ask.

"Yes doll," Marco just smiles.

 He follows you to the bedroom. You crawl back into bed as Marco stripes of his clothes to get to his boxers. He gets in the bed. His arms wrap around your waist. He pulls you to his chest. He just held you as you laid there with him. You end up asleep.

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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 7 years

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Living With Regrets - Part 10: A New Life

Characters: Reader (Y/N), Jensen Ackles, Rebecca (OC), Clara Y/L/N (OC)

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Warnings: mention of character death, nightmares, nothing much just fluff.

Wordcount: 3100ish (short for this series yes but it is kinda a long epilogue so)

A/N: I can’t believe this series is over. It has been part of my mind for the past 4 or so months. I have grown so attached to these characters I find it very hard to let them go. Therefor I do also have a small surprise for y’all tomorrow at 4pm danish time/10am EST.. so stay tuned.

Thanks to everyone who has commented, liked or send me asks about this series. You have no idea how much it has meant to me.

Thanks a billion to @blacktithe7 for being beta that she is! And thanks to her for being patient and listening to all my whining over this one.

No hate towards Danneel. Let’s just pretend she is happy with someone else. This is fiction.

MASTERPOST

Jensen, half awake, reached across the bed to pull Y/N back against him, but his hand landed on the empty mattress. Jensen let out a soft groan and forced his eyes open. The spot next to him was empty, but still warm. She couldn’t have been gone for long. Jensen pushed himself up to sit against the headboard, rubbing his eyes and trying to get used to the darkness in the room.

It didn’t take him long to spot her standing by the window. She was wearing the same top and pj boxers she had worn to bed last night, and Jensen instantly worried she would get cold. Still he stayed put for a while, just watching her, remembering all the nights she had woken up screaming from a nightmare. All the nights he had pulled her back down into the bed and held her as he listen to her tell him real and half real truths about the past. Michael might have been gone, but for a long time, he still haunted her dreams. He had even haunted Jensen’s for a while. His mind playing tricks on him as he watched both his girls being taken from him forever in his dreams.

Y/N had been his comfort during those nights, just like he had been hers. Together they had gotten through it, and Y/N had been without nightmares for almost a year before they had started back up again. Maybe it had been the season or maybe it was their circumstances. Jensen weren’t sure, but it didn’t change the fact that he hated it. He hated waking up to an empty bed because she hadn’t wanted to wake him.

Jensen slowly rose from the bed and walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, smiling when she instinctively leaned into him. She rested her head against his shoulder without looking away from the snow falling outside the window.

Jensen’s hands spread out to try and cover her swollen belly, smiling as he once again realized it was no longer possible.

“Nightmare?” Jensen asked softly pressing a tender kiss against her neck making her shiver slightly in his arms.

“Yeah. The hospital one again,” she admitted, and Jensen pulled her a little closer as he spoke quietly next to her ear, knowing just what nightmare she was talking about. It had been the same one ever since she found out she was pregnant. No Michael, but the fear of losing him and Becca still tormented her.

“Y/N. I’m right here. Becca is asleep next door. We’re fine baby,” Jensen assured her as he recalled the first time in over 6 months she had woken up screaming only 3 days after she had told him she was expecting their second child.

Y/N’s scream echoed through the room, pulling Jensen from his sleep. He was sitting next to her with his arms tightly wrapped around her, even before he was fully awake. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she started crying as Jensen’s hand drew circles on her back.

“The surgery… some complication. I lost you both,” she cried against Jensen’s neck, and his heart sank. He had thought they were past this. He had thought she was okay. Michael hadn’t haunted her dreams for months, but this was new. She had never had this one before. She had never lost both him and their daughter in her dreams before, and never to anything but the pull of a trigger.

Jensen was relieved to hear that her nightmares weren’t about Michael, not really anyway, and yet he hated that she had to suffer in anyway. He hated anything had ever happened that would make her subconsciously fear losing him and their daughter.

“Honey, it wasn’t real. I’m right here. Becca is okay. We’re safe,” Jensen spoke softly, trying to calm her and eventually it worked. Eventually after he had taken her hand and walked across their Austin house to see Becca, she had let him pull her back into bed. She snuggled so close to him Jensen was sure she was trying to crawl into him, but he didn’t mind. He needed her close just as much as she needed to be close to him.

“It’s over Y/N. We’re all safe. I’m right here. I am never leaving you. Neither is Becca,” Jensen assured her before covering her stomach with his hand, sending her a warm smile. He loved how she lit up every time he touched her stomach or mentioned the baby. He knew she had missed having him around as much as he wished he had been there the first time around. Not that it mattered now. This time he was. Rebecca was his daughter, and soon he and the gorgeous woman in front of him would welcome a new life into theirs. They were happy, and they were gonna stay that way forever. Jensen would make sure of that. His girl’s smiles and laughter meant the world to him.

“Neither is the little one.” Jensen softly reminded her.

Y/N laughed and pressed her lips against Jensen’s, making his heart soar. “I don’t know what I would do without you Jay,” she whispered quietly, and Jensen instantly pulled her impossibly close.

“You’ll never have to find out,” he promised before tenderly kissing her back tenderly.

Y/N turned around in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck, and the moonlight made her y/c/e eyes was sparkle. “I know you are. Awake I know. I can’t control my dreams, but I am less scared when I wake up now. I’m sorry I woke you,” she spoke quietly looking up into his eyes, and Jensen smiled softly at her.

“You didn’t. I just tend to wake up when my girls are missing.” Jensen winked at her, giving her hips a small squeeze, and she laughed, burying her face against his chest. Jensen was never going to grow tired of that sound.

“You are gonna be so outnumbered,” Y/N teased, and this time it was Jensen’s turn to laugh as he lead her back towards their borrowed bed.

“Oh sweetheart I already am.” Jensen chuckled as he laid down on his bed, letting her use and move him however she needed to to get comfortable. He smiled at the memory of him bringing her a pregnancy pillow before they had left their new apartment in Vancouver to go visit Y/N’s mom in Denmark for Christmas.

“What do I need that thing for? I’ve got you.”

And she was right. Jensen had barely left her side since he had learned she was pregnant. He knew he didn’t need to go with her to every doctor’s appointment or every lomage class, but he did. He had missed so much with Rebecca, and this time he was not going to miss a second. Never again was he missing a single moment of his girls’ lives. Not Becca’s, not the daughter he had yet to met, and not his wife’s. They were his everything, and he was going to remind them just how loved and important they were to him every day for the rest of his life.

Jensen fell asleep with his pregnant wife in his arms and the promise he made to himself every day on his mind. He slept right up until his usual wake-up call came, his rambunctious 5 year old daughter jumping onto his stomach with a big smile on her face.

“Urghf,” Jensen coughed, and Y/N started to giggle next to him, woken by the usual morning commotion. Jensen wrapped his arms around Becca and pinned her down in the space between him and Y/N. She was giggling and squealing as Jensen tickled her sides.

“I think we need to stop feeding this one so many pancakes Y/N/N. She’s getting too big,” Jensen winked at Y/N, who quickly joined in. “I think you are right. Maybe we feed her too many Christmas cookies too.”

“Nooo,” Rebecca protested, still struggling against her dad’s assault, finally getting free of him and bouncing off the bed with a proud smirk on her face. “I’m supposed to be big. I’m a big sister soon,” she deadpanned at her parents, making them both laugh before skipping out of the room. “Grandma said breakfast is ready.”

Jensen was so proud of his kid. She had bounced back physically and mentally faster than anyone would have thought. Sure there had been lots of trips to the hospital to make sure her body wasn’t going to reject his liver. It hadn’t. She was a normal, healthy, cheeky five year old. Even her nightmares had stopped, even before Jensen’s own. Jensen took a deep breath remembering the nights he had carried his crying daughter into his and Y/N’s shared bed. He remembered the nights were he had fallen asleep with both his girls in his arms, assuring himself they were safe and he was never letting anyone or anything harm either of them ever again.

“She really is growing too fast,” Y/N mumbled, pulling Jensen from his thoughts. She she looked after their daughter unconsciously rubbing her baby bump, making Jensen smile. He loved his growing family and the woman that was given it to him.

“Yeah…” Jensen sighed before pulling Y/N back into his arms for a few more stolen moments before her mom was going to yell up the stairs for them to get their butts to the kitchen. Y/N giggled, pretending to fight Jensen when he pulled her back into bed. His lips found their way to her neck, kissing and nibbling gently.

“Jensen! The door is open. My mom and our daughter is down stairs,” she protested making him chuckle and move his kissed to her lips. She instantly melted into him, just like she always did. Jensen weren’t sure how he had gotten to be this lucky. His life and his girls were absolutely perfect. They were everything he had ever dreamed of and more. They were his home. “I love you,” Jensen mumbled between kisses, smiling when she smiled against his lips, returning his words.

“I love you too.”

Jensen let out a heartfelt laugh, and Y/N rolled her eyes as Clara’s voice sounded up the stairs. “Don’t make me come up there with a pitcher for water you two!”

“My mom ladies and gentlemen,” Y/N huffed, and Jensen pulled her back in for a quick kiss.

“You love being home and you know it.” Jensen smiled at her, taking her hand and helping her out of bed. They both quickly pulled on pyjama pants before venturing down the stairs, Y/N first and Jensen behind her with his hands resting on her hips as they walked.

“Finally,” Clara playfully scolded the two as they entered the kitchen. “Did you tell Y/N about the plans?” Clara looked over at Jensen as she carried a steaming pan of eggs and bacon to the table. Jensen sent Clara a playful wink as he pulled the chair out for his wife.

“I didn’t get the chance because someone screamed at me to get my butt out of bed,” Jensen teased, giving Clara a kiss on the cheek before he sat down between Y/N and Becca.

“Are you making plans without me?” Y/N put on her pretend annoyed voice, and Jensen sent her a smirk and a wink.

“Me and Grandma are going to The Old Town in Aarhus,” Rebecca proclaimed, “and you are giving with Daddy cause he has a surprise for you.”

Y/N’s mouth fell open before she glared at Jensen, trying her hardest to look angry. “I don’t like surprises, Jay.”

Jensen knew she would react this way. He had never known anyone as nosy and curious as her. Not knowing what he had planned was not easy on her, still he knew she would let him show her in his own time.

“Sure you do honey,” Jensen teased. “You just don’t like the secret part of it.” Before she had a chance to object, Jensen pressed his lips against her’s in a chaste kiss, frowning when he felt her cold arms beneath his hands. “You should have worn a shirt.”

“I am pregnant not sick. I’m fine Jensen.” She rolled her eyes lovingly at him, which Jensen promptly ignored. He pushed himself out of his seat, letting her know he was going to go get it.

Jensen smiled as he heard Y/N try to bribe their daughter to tell her about his secret as soon as he returned to the room with Y/N’s sweater in his hands.

“So Becca, how many candy canes will it take for me to get the secret out of you?” Y/N teased, fully aware Jensen could hear here, and he spoke before Becca had a chance to answer, lovingly ruffling his daughter's hair as he handed Y/N her shirt.

“Whatever Mom offers, I’ll double Pumpkin,” Jensen grinned as he sat back down between his girls. Rebecca smiled widely and shrugged at her mom. “Sorry, Mommy. Daddy gave me a better offer.”

The morning continued like that. Y/N pretend to pout, much to the amusement of Clara, Jensen, and Becca. Jensen kept fussing over Y/N just like he had every other day since he learned of her pregnancy, causing Y/N to roll her eyes at him and his mother-in-law and daughter to laugh.

Jensen loved his family. He loved mornings like these, but he was also thrilled to wave goodbye to his daughter and mother-in-law a few hours later. He had missed being alone with his wife, and he couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when he revealed his surprise to her. A surprise they after a 30 minute long drive arrived at. A 30 minute long drive where Y/N had done her best to drive Jensen crazy, but he had not budged.

“What’s this?” Y/N peaked out of the window as Jensen pulled up infront of the vacation home just outside Ebeltoft. It was on the hill overlooking the water and the small town Jensen knew Y/N loved.

“Our third home,” Jensen smiled, loving how her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. She had not expected this at all. Jensen winked at her before he got out of the car, running around to her side, and giving her a hand as she stepped out into the snow next to him.

“You bought a house? Another house, aside from our house in Texas and the apartment in Vancouver?” Y/N tried to sound annoyed and reasonable, but Jensen knew her well enough to spot the glee in her eyes. This was her home, and them having a place here made unplanned trips a hell of a lot easier. Well planned trips too. Clara had never said no to them staying at her house, but with their growing family, Jensen knew they were pushing their luck. Even though his mother-in-law loved her daughter and granddaughter, her house wasn’t that big. Two kids would be a lot. Jensen silently hoped it wouldn’t stay just the two either. This place would allow them to visit Y/N’s home whenever they wanted, no matter how many kids they had tagging along.

“Let’s take a look inside,” Jensen ignored her attempts of annoyance, which disappeared as quickly as he knew they would when he showed her around the already furnished house. Jensen had bought the place few months ago, and Clara had made sure it would be ready for Jensen to reveal to her daughter over Christmas.

The house had a big kitchen. Two living-rooms, 4 bedrooms rooms and 2 master bedrooms, one of which was overlooking the ocean. Y/N stood in front of the big window, watching the sea when she finally caved.

“I love it Jensen. Thank you,” Jensen smiled, gently turning her around to look at him and froze when he saw the tears in her eyes.

She smiled at him through her tears, wrapping her arms around his neck. “It’s happy tears you idiot. I love you so much, Jay.”

Jensen smiled and breath a small sigh of relief as he wrapped his arms around her as well as he could, bending down to press his lips against hers. “I love you too, Y/N/N. I want you to be happy.”

“Jensen, I love this place. I do, and it is great for our family. We can have Misha and Vicky or Jared and Gen visit, but Baby you don’t need to buy me a house to make me happy. You. Just you. You’re all I need to be happy.” Jensen felt the tears in his own eyes start to form as he listen to her speak. He knew how she felt, of course he did. She had gotten a lot better at letting him in, telling him what was on her mind, but still she showed him her love more than she told him. Hearing her say all the things he already knew always made him love her even more. She was his everything and hearing her admit she felt the same about him, always brought tears to his eyes. He had spent so much time missing her and now she was finally his, it still seemed unreal at times.

“I have the best husband in the world. Rebecca and… you know we really need a name for her soon,” Y/N paused, making them both laugh before she rephrased. “Our girls couldn’t have a better dad.”

Y/N cupped Jensen’s face in her hands, softly brushing away a stray tear that fell from his eye. “I love you, Jay. I’ve always loved you. I was just too stupid to see I deserved you for a long time. Thank you for never giving up on me.”

“I’ve loved you from your first day on set, Y/N/N. Nothing’s ever going to change that,” Jensen promised her, kissing her tenderly before Y/N excitedly broke free of him, taking his hand and pulling him towards the door.

“Come on. I wanna show you the town. They have this small dinner that makes the best hot chocolates in the world,” she all but bounced with excitement as Jensen laughingly let her drag him after her. He really did love her more than anything. He knew she still didn’t see it, but he was the lucky one. He was going to spend the rest of his life making sure that beautiful smile of hers never left her face. He was going to keep his girls safe and happy, knowing they were loved until his dying breath.

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alfredosauce50 · 1 year

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One more night

[Boxer! Denmark x reader] 11

Wordcount: 4, 365 Rating: M for strong language and mature themes

The reader is referred to as she/her

One more night - 11

Off to the races

Mathias rolled his fists against a speed bag, getting it to bounce back and forth rhythmically. A sheen of sweat had glazed over his skin from head to toe, but he never faltered. He was finally back in the zone.

He also lost everything he gained, revealing his past triumphs. Bulging shoulders, a six-pack, and strong legs for a muscular body. He swung into the speed bag one last time, making it rock to and fro.

And he was just getting started.

“You’re in a good mood today,” You commented from the kitchen, sipping a warm cup of coffee. Everyone slept in on Sundays, Allen included, but he got up at nine to do nothing but scribble in his sketchbook.

“Am I?” He lifted his eyes to you, only to look down at his page again. “What gave it away?”

“You’re drawing.”

“I can’t channel my inner negativity sometimes?”

“I think we both know how you actually do that.”

“Okay, fine. You got me.” He mumbled, moving his pencil around for a few finishing touches. Once he was satisfied, he held up his drawing with a proud, toothy grin. “Look. It’s a fortress.”

“Wow,” You mouthed. A smiling stick figure with black shades stood on top of a castle, raining machine gunfire and grenades on the masses below. “And who’s that guarding the fortress?”

“Me.”

“What about all the people down here?”

“I think you know.” He put his sketchbook down.

Now that Mathias moved back home, Allen was the happiest he’d ever been. Even though they were on better terms, this was his home, and he had a very particular idea of what that looked like.

“You guys realize Hammy has been roaming outside his cage for a while.” Amy sauntered in with a squint.

Allen flew off the couch and scrambled into the hallway. With his spot vacant, she plopped down next to you and kicked her feet onto the coffee table. When he came back with his pet, he scowled.

“Hey, you stole my spot!”

“Didn’t see your name on it.”

“I was literally just there!” He stuck out a hand.

“Well, you weren’t for a second.” She hummed.

The three of you, just like old times.

“To think I used to complain about people bringing their babies to the theater,” Amy muttered, collecting her popcorn from the snack bar. She spun around to reveal Bob strapped to her torso. “Now I’m people.”

“And you’re seeing Captain America of all movies.”

“I must be crazy.”

“I mean,” You made a face. Amy was the one who suggested this, but now that she was here, she had to be persuaded. “It was either here or the gym. It’s not your fault Malena couldn’t take him tonight.”

“That’s not even the problem,” She sighed.

“Then what is?” You asked, confused.

“I don’t wanna leave Bob with anybody right now.” Amy hugged him close, face falling slightly.

She still had a hard time being away from her baby after that incident. She didn’t have a choice while working, but now that she was off-duty, keeping him around was always at the back of her mind.

“Then I guess we’ll have to get him used to these kinds of places.” You pulled her along, watching her expression closely. She let you, albeit reluctantly. “There’s a first time for everything, you know?”

“I guess,” She fixed his earmuffs. “Sorry, Bob.”

“When was the last time you went to see a movie anyway?” You asked, walking inside with her.

“Beats me.”

Two hours later, you both emerged from the theater.

“That was fucking amazing,” She let out, smiling from ear to ear. “Bob fell asleep halfway through!”

You and Amy swung by Whole Foods after.

“Do you think he’s gonna win?” She asked, watching you add several bananas to the shopping cart.

The question had been looming over your minds ever since Mathias brought it up. The WBC Continental Americas title. He and another heavyweight boxer would go toe to toe in the arena for that belt.

“It’s hard to say,” You shook your head, falling deep in thought. “This is his first shot at a real title.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m just relieved he didn’t give up.”

“Me too.” She furrowed her brows.

��Whatever happens, I’m really happy that he’s kinda himself again,” You added, smiling briefly. Because even after everything that happened, he didn’t quit. And that couldn’t be more fitting for who he was.

“Well, I’m glad he’s back.” Amy hummed, though her expression came off as more bittersweet than anything. Your face fell slightly when you picked up on it. “I wouldn’t be telling you this otherwise.”

“Telling me what?”

“That Mat told me,” She inhaled a deep breath before revealing what had been on her mind forever. “He wanted you to move out with him. And I just want you to know that I’m a hundred percent for it.”

“What?” Your heart sank. “He told you?”

“Ages ago, actually. I just never had the chance to bring it up. Didn’t wanna cause any more drama,” Amelia explained, pushing the cart along as she spoke. “What, with everything that went down?”

You turned away, eyes darting restlessly and mind racing with a million thoughts. This whole time?

“Allen would’ve gone nuts.” She widened her eyes.

It was no secret that he loved you dearly, going so far as to use you as an emotional crutch. To leave was to put him in a vulnerable headspace, but you couldn’t be there for him forever, not even if you wanted to.

“Not that he won’t freak out if you told him now, but he might not fly off the handle when you do.”

“But what about the apartment?” You asked, voice faint. Now that moving out was on the table, every doubt you’ve ever had flooded your mind in a rush of anxiety. “And what about Bob? I can’t just leave.”

“We’ll be fine,” Amy assured, holding your shoulder. It was a blanket statement at best, but how else were things supposed to be? “Allen will have to get a job someday. And Bob won’t be small forever.”

“But he’s only six months old.” You uttered.

“He can sit upright and eat scrambled eggs, now. That’s pretty big if you ask me.” She nudged you.

You laughed some, thankful for her lightheartedness.

“But, point is,” She went back to pushing her cart, as reflective of the continuation of the conversation. “You’ve already been there for the most crucial part of his life. And nine months before that too.”

“Of course I was, Amy. That’s a given.”

“What if it’s not supposed to be given?” She asked, much to your dismay. “You’ve already done so much for us, and I can’t just force you to stay forever. That would be the most selfish thing I could do to you.”

“Maybe,” You replied stiffly. Everything she just said was a stark reminder of what you told Allen once, and you always regretted it from the bottom of your heart. “But you aren’t forcing me to do anything.”

“Really?”

“I love living with you guys,” You let out, voice faint to hide the sadness in it. “You’re my best friend.”

Amy stood perfectly still, overwhelmed by a rush of emotions. Then, she turned to you, eyes wide. When she saw that you were barely holding it together, she did something completely out of character.

She hugged you as tight as she could.

“I know.” She shut her eyes. “But you have to go.”

You hugged her back, lips pursed tightly in a frown. She knew what you really wanted, and would go to great lengths for you to have it. Even if it meant letting you go, the hardest thing she could ever do.

“Do you think Bob will remember me?”

“He will if you visit,” She released you with a content smile, knowing she managed to convince you. So, she took in your face for what felt like the last time. “So don’t go somewhere I can’t get to, okay?”

Getting Amelia on board with the idea was easy because she was already all for it. Allen, on the other hand, would be a completely different story. But you had to tell him someday, even if that wasn’t today.

You pushed the door open to the local boxing gym.

When you got inside, you saw Mathias doing mitt work with Allen. Their brewing friendship was the most unexpected development yet, and you had to cover your mouth to hide your enthusiasm.

They had more in common than they looked.

The sun was almost set when you three walked home together. Allen had his arms folded behind his head, his dark eyes staring into the distance. Mathias had your hand in his, which squeezed you here and there.

“So,” You began, breaking the comfortable silence with a query. “Are you two friends now?”

They both made a face, brows raised and squinting.

“I don’t think Allen would be comfortable with that.”

“No, I wouldn’t.”

“Oh, alright.” You sighed, stifling a laugh at their synchronization. “I was just curious, is all.”

“Saying we’re friends would be putting him on the same level as you. And that’s gross.” Allen mumbled.

“There’s always distinctions you make with different friends you have,” You glanced at him and watched his expression intently, which didn’t seem to change. “Surely you have friends you’re close to, or not at all.”

“Not really,” He shrugged. “I mean, I used to.”

A brief silence followed, and you were left to put the pieces together. Mathias didn’t have any idea what he implied, but you knew better. He must’ve been talking about his pals from Afghanistan.

“It’s fine.” Allen grinned at you. “I have you guys.”

You didn’t say anything more, only bringing his arm down to hold it. He appreciated the gesture, the discreteness of it, and smiled warmly at you to prove it. You smiled back as if to tell him he was right.

He had you, Amy, and Bob.

Slowly, but surely, Mathias could make the cut too.

“You told Amy,” You began, staying in the doorway as he shuffled through his things in his bedroom. Allen waited outside in the front yard, giving you both a moment of privacy, however brief that may be.

Mathias stopped for a moment, back turned to you.

“Are you mad at me?” He murmured.

“No,” You neared him, gaze softening. He glanced over his shoulder, surprised. But that dissolved into relief as soon as you said this. “I’m actually glad you did. I don’t think I would’ve been able to tell her.”

“I’m glad,” He smiled, taking your hands.

You smiled back, warmed by his touch.

“She loves you more than you know.”

Out of the four of you, Mathias was the least afraid of change. It took a lot of faith to carry himself the way he did, and he did so naturally. Without him, you would’ve been stuck in the same place for years.

“So, what did she say?”

Allen kicked a pebble off the pavement. When he glanced up at the apartment again, he saw you two having a conversation. About what, he didn’t know. But he could make a judgement from afar.

The way Mathias looked at you, laughed, then picked you up in the tightest embrace had him wondering if this was the end of everything he knew. It was a huge jump from point a to b, but he wasn’t stupid.

He looked too happy for it to be anything else.

You did too, talking excitedly about something he wasn’t a part of, and never would be. When that dawned on Allen, he turned away, heart in his hand. That night, he walked home by himself.

Out on the balcony where he always was, he knelt over his plants and tended to them. Basil, thyme, sage, and parsley—all Summer herbs. He snipped off the stalks and harvested them for the coming Fall.

“Why didn’t you wait for me?”

“I thought you were staying at his place.”

“If I was, I would’ve said that.” You stepped outside with him. When he didn’t respond, you instantly knew he was bent out of shape over something, but what, you didn’t know. “What is this really about?”

“Nothing,” He kept chopping his plants, but his movements grew less and less controlled as he continued. His front was already crumbling, and you just got here. “Everything’s just nice and peachy.”

“Okay, Al.” You relented, turning to the sliding door.

The sight of your back was all it took.

“If you don’t wanna talk about it, you don’t have to.”

What remained of his hard exterior was all but gone. You broke him down all over again, and simply by letting him be. He couldn’t take it anymore. Not the distance, or the reality that he could never have you.

“Wait.” He stood up, sighing. “Don’t close that door.”

You stopped halfway through the door frame, your eyes softening at his change of heart. If he had something to tell you, you did too. And your concerns were realer than what he thought he saw out there.

“I wanna talk.”

Mathias knocked on the doorframe of his coach’s office. In his hand was the slip of paper he’d been itching to get for the past month. He handed it to his mentor, who scanned it before tossing it on his desk.

With that out of the way, the old man stood up and brushed past him in a slight hobble.

“Get your wraps. We’re gonna start with the basics.”

Allen stood with you on the balcony, his arms draped over the railing. He stared into the night as he tried to think of the words. After a few minutes of mulling it over, this was the best he could come up with.

“So, what, he propose to you or something?”

“No!” You shot him a heated look, watching his brows go up. “Is that what you were upset about?”

He pursed his lips, hands raised in denial. But seeing that you were unconvinced, he just sucked it up.

“Yeah.”

“Well, he didn’t propose, okay?”

“Then that’s all I wanted to know,” He grinned, voice rich with satisfaction. He went back to his usual self almost instantly, hopping back into the living room. “Now all I’m missing is a kiss for good measure.”

“A kiss?” You stifled a laugh.

“You know I’m only kidding.” He scraped the bottom of his flip-flops against the entry mat to clean them. When Allen faced you again, he leaned against the door frame. “You don’t have to if you don’t wanna.”

He might’ve said one thing, but the gentle smile on his face meant another. And since you couldn’t give him what he really wanted, you gave him the next best thing. You leaned forward and hugged him.

Allen’s arms went around you on instinct, like a reflex he didn’t need to think about. There, he nestled his chin on your head, closing his eyes in the embrace. Then, his smile grew out of a deep sense of peace.

Now this wasn’t so bad. He also got the assurances he needed, so why was he still so sad?

“Listen, Al.”

Mathias raised his gloved fists, bright red in color.

“I have something I need to tell you.”

With his head low and eyes up, he looked intensely focused as he jabbed the sandbag in front of him. Only they were nothing but light taps, hitting the same spot on the leather, over and over.

“Okay, then tell me.” Allen was a little unnerved that you even had to announce it. What he saw tonight, how he always felt around you, and your anxious demeanor only seemed to validate that fear.

“I’m moving out with Mat.” You finally let out.

“Oh.”

A few seconds of painstaking silence went by.

“When?”

Mathias tightened the strings of his hoodie until only his face was left uncovered. Now that Summer was ending, he could feel a cool breeze on his morning runs. The seasons were changing, and so was he.

“I don’t know, but probably sometime after his tournament. We haven’t decided on anything yet,” You answered truthfully, scanning his face for something, anything. But he gave you nothing.

“Does Amy know?”

Or so you thought.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I told her last week.”

“Right.” He looked down, eyes darkening. It was inconceivable that anybody could be so hurt over something so minor, but Allen wasn’t just anybody. “Why am I always the last one to know things?”

“I was gonna tell you, Al. I promise.” You spoke softly, taking his arms. “I just had to find the right time.”

“Why is it always Amy you go to when you know something will affect me most?” He rubbed his eyes with one hand, choking back a sob. “You guys are always keeping things from me and leaving me out!”

“We only do that because we don’t wanna hurt you!” You flushed, making him shake his head bitterly.

“You’re gonna hurt me anyway. So you might as well just say it.” Allen muttered, staring dead into your eyes as a single tear fell from his. His words were cutting, and the way he looked at you, even more so.

“I’m sorry,” Your voice broke. “I never mean to.”

He was right about being excluded, and he had all the right in the world to berate you for it. It was also selfish to expect him to react any different, especially when you’ve always known of his greatest fear.

Being isolated, physically or mentally.

“And you probably already knew that, too.” He shook his head again, turning away to get to your bedroom. But before he could lock himself in it, you grabbed onto his wrist. “You just didn’t wanna freak me out.”

“Of course I didn’t wanna freak you out,” You let out, tone desperate. “That’s the only reason why I have a hard time telling you about these things. Not because I don’t love you, or don’t feel close to you.”

“And how’s that turning out for you?” He faced you, eyes burning with truth. “I’ll find out anyway. I always do. Then I’ll find my own time to freak out. Because that’s just what I do. That’s what I’m the best at.”

Usually, he was the one making compromises in conversations, taking the fall for his faults.

“Losing my temper. Because I’m a fucking manic.”

“That’s not true!”

But right now, he was as quick as a whip.

And he was right about everything.

“It is, though. If it wasn’t, we wouldn’t be here having this fucking conversation.” Allen glared, but his anger with you only lasted so long. “And since we’re here, you wanna know why I flipped out in the first place?”

“Why did you flip out, then?” You uttered.

“It’s not just because I have a thing for you, okay?” He exclaimed, chest heaving and face reddening.

“Then why?” You flushed, eyes darting restlessly.

“Because if you get married, you’re gonna go away.” Allen said shakily, voice faint with unbearable hurt. “You’re gonna go somewhere I can’t get to, get busy, have a few babies, and you won’t have time for me.”

Your face contorted.

“Then you’re gonna forget about me,”

It was unthinkable that you could ever cut him out of your life, but he was already treating it like reality.

“And I won’t be a part of your life anymore.”

“You’ll always be a part of my life, Allen.” You reached up to caress his face, currently streaked with tears. “Even if we won’t see each other as much, I’ll always be thinking of you. And I’d still call and visit you.”

“But that’s not good enough,” He choked.

“I won’t be far, I promise. I promised Amy that too.”

“But you won’t be here.”

“You have to learn be independent from me, Allen.”

He shook his head, breathing too hard to manage a verbal protest. You were asking way too much of him, even if it was just to live out partially separate lives. You were his rock, and he wasn’t ready to let you go.

“But you also have to trust me.”

A string was tied across the ring like a washing line. The gym was dark, save for the spotlight they stood under, coach and pupil. The pupil in question stood next to the line, his shoulder barely just grazing it.

Then, he ducked under it to the other side.

He repeated the motion, bobbing under the line from side to side. By bending down and moving quickly from left to right, he could dodge anything thrown at him. But the timing and range had to be perfect.

“I’m so jealous of Mathias,” He squeezed you, eyes shut tight as he whispered frantically into your neck. “He’s got everything going for him. When he wants something, he just gets it. I can’t do that.”

“I think we’ve all felt that way before,” You admitted, holding him closer. “He’s the best of all of us.”

Mathias rolled under a punch, dodging it like second nature. When he rose, he jabbed his opponent twice, getting them to back up. He was a speed demon, taking advantage of their mistakes on the fly.

With the newly-established distance, he threw his fist up for a killer uppercut. It collided with their jaw, throwing their head back in a splash of saliva. And just like that, his partner fell on the mat, defeated.

“But there’s something you have that he doesn’t.”

“And what’s that?” Allen murmured, pulling back.

“Mathias and I can fight, argue, or even break up one day, but not us,” You answered, frowning deeply. “And I know that sounds bad, but there’s nothing in the world that could change what we have.”

He smiled and bowed his head at what he’d already known, a truth he constantly needed reminding of. But you always knew the right thing to say. And for that, everything felt like it was going to be okay.

“You’ll always be my family.”

“Maybe that’s why I never tried anything,” Allen said. He’d been so hung up over what he could’ve had, he never realized this was what he really wanted all along. “Because I didn’t wanna ruin what we had.”

“And what did we have?” You smiled.

He gazed up at you, eyes twinkling.

“Something perfect.”

He was your best friend, and maybe a little more than that, but he made it a point to never cross that line. What you had with Allen was incorruptible, the kind of love people spent their entire lives looking for.

“Something pure.” He kissed you on the forehead, the most innocent kind of affection one could give. And you leaned in, basking in the warmth of his soft lips. “And I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Allen stayed with you all night. With your body next to his, he never fell asleep so fast. This may only be for so long, but he couldn’t be upset about it forever. You were moving on, and he had to accept that.

“That makes seven rompers and five pairs of pants,”

You sorted through the baby clothes in the basket Mathias held. He insisted on tagging along with you to ‘help you hold things,’ but you had a sneaking suspicion he came for another spending spree.

“Anything else we need?”

“Uhhh,” He scanned the shopping list with a focused expression. “Four pajama outfits… And a tank top?”

“Oh. That’s for Allen,” You pointed at the bottom of the note. “See how the handwriting changes?”

“Oh,” Mathias mumbled. Now that you mentioned it. When he glanced up again, you were off to look for those items, so he did what he thought would be the next best thing: doing some browsing on his own.

When he approached you for your opinion, you were still in the baby section, picking out sleepers.

“What do you think?” He held two outfits in front of you and moved them up and down. “Blue or yellow?

“Those are for newborns, Mathias,” You answered, going back to the rack. “They’re not gonna fit Bob,”

“I know they’re for newborns.”

“If I say ‘blue’ and see the blue one in your dresser, I’m seriously gonna murder you,” You sighed, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. And frankly speaking, you were a little nervous.

“Okaaay. Does that mean you’ll spare me if I buy the yellow one?” He hummed with growing smile.

“Mat,” You shot him a heated look, embarrassed out of your wits. “The bear was cute, but this is crazy.”

“But these are cute too!”

“No, I meant you,” You sighed, stifling a defeated laugh at his outburst. “We haven’t even moved out and you’re already thinking that far ahead. Imagine what Allen would do to you if I ever got pregnant.”

“You don’t have to wait for his approval, you know?” Mathias grumbled, putting both outfits back, blue and yellow. “I know he’s close to you, but what we do is none of his business. So he should stay out of it.”

“Still,” You shook your head. “You’re going too fast.”

“I know, I know. I just got excited,” He sighed, noting how worried you looked. And it was a fair reaction given the kind of person he was. Tenacious, self-indulgent, and apparently, family-oriented.

But he’d be damned if he didn’t already learn his lesson. So he stopped you in the aisle, hands on your shoulders. “I’m not rushing you into anything. Especially not something this important, okay?”

“Good,” You softened your gaze, peering up at him. “Because I don’t wanna fight with you anymore.”

If anything, he’d save this for after the fight.

“I wouldn’t wanna fight me either.”

You were about to give him an earful for being so unserious, but you let it slide this time. After overcoming a roadblock and months of preparation, he was finally in shape for his biggest match yet.

“Are you nervous?”

“A little,” He grinned. “But I’m ready.”

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[Boxer! Denmark x reader] 9

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One more night - 9

Dream on

“Asshole,” Amelia shot him a side-eye. She joined Gilbert by the counter, who wore a graphic tee with another reference she didn’t get. He wasn’t the type to go out much, and Allen was still giving him shit.

So much for not being judgmental.

“He’s harmless, Al. Really.” You murmured.

“That’s what you said about Mathias too.” He huffed.

The arms around you tightened. What Allen implied held more truth than any of you liked to admit, but you weren’t throwing anyone under the bus. Not when so many eyes around the room were red.

“It’s Ma—tee—as. Not Ma—thy—as.”

“Whatever,” He mumbled, spooning up some chili. He studied his surroundings as he chewed. Almost everyone was eating, including one unwanted guest. “So what are we even doing, sitting around like this?”

“Some of us were going to the gym,” You answered, leaning forward to retrieve a toy car that rolled off.

“And who’s some?”

Everyone ended up going. Gilbert was the only one in a good mood, seeing how many people joined him.

While everyone was off doing their own thing, you and Amy with the slam balls, Allen on the bench, and his friend on the machines, Mathias sat in the cafeteria with Bob, putting blocks in a shape sorter.

Ten minutes in, you walked over, your shirt slightly damp with sweat. He perked up immediately.

“Tell me if you wanna leave, by the way.” You patted his shoulder. He blinked, but couldn’t be surprised by your suggestion. “We can take the little one home and have the apartment to ourselves for a bit.”

“Why would I want to leave?”

“Did you really want to stay here?” You softened your gaze. When he leaned back with his brows furrowed, you had your answer. “There’s nothing for you to do here. You were better off staying back.”

It was true. The entire neighborhood had shown up, and he was the only one sitting on the side.

“But I didn’t wanna miss out.” Mathias sighed.

“There isn’t a lot you’re missing out on,” You assured.

He didn’t say anything, only kissing you in silent disagreement. You didn’t understand it like he did.

“Just take things at your own pace.”

He had seen a few contestants, their bright red mitts on and ready to train. Their muscles rippled with every jab, punch, and swing, their tired smiles radiating a magnetic kind of satisfaction. They were the talk of the town, the up-and-coming sports stars.

It was a race he had yet to take the first step in.

And the longer he waited, the harder it would get.

“You’ve gained six pounds,” His coach said, pulling his glasses off. “And you’ve lost some muscle mass.”

Mathias was sitting in his office, getting a rundown of his body measurements. A lot was bound to change after a month of inactivity, and more for worse than better, but he was determined to get back on track.

“There are some other things too,” The knowing look in their eyes made the atmosphere a somber one. Regardless, his pupil sat perkily in his chair, eager and ready for anything thrown at him. “All of which—”

He held his breath.

“—can be improved pretty quickly if you started training now.” The man continued.

“Okay!” Mathias nodded, springing up from his chair. “Then we can start now. I’ll go get my wraps.”

“Wait a minute, Densen.” His coach picked up a piece of paper with his index and middle finger. “Medical certificate. I’m not legally allowed to train you until I get the okay from your doctor.”

He swiped it from his hand and skimmed through it. By the time he was done, his lips were pursed in a deep frown. Lifting the paper to his face, he covered himself as heat rushed to his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Mathias. These rules are only here to protect you. Come back when you’re all healed up.”

“But that could take weeks.” He uttered, voice faint.

Mathias didn’t realize how torn he’s been until he started crying. It wasn’t the first time he hit a roadblock, and yet, thinking about everything left him tearing up. Nothing was going right.

“How am I supposed to fight?”

“You can’t rush recovery, sport.” The other sighed. Standing from their chair, they took his shoulder and ushered him outside. “Take it from me. Your future self will thank you for taking the break you needed.”

They stopped in the middle of his boxing gym.

“Just give the speed bag a spin.”

Mathias didn’t hesitate to do exactly that, wrapping his hands so he could start punching it. The bag went back and forth as he rolled his fists against it in rhythmic circles. Heat surged throughout his body.

“Otherwise, you gotta sit everything out.”

Getting back on his feet should’ve been invigorating. But as he stepped up his workout—against what his doctor and coach advised—and to the level of what other boxers were at, he burnt out like a light.

After a quick burst of jabs, chin tucked and feet bouncing, his chest began to ache. He grit his teeth and pressed on anyway, swinging at the sandbag until he couldn’t anymore. He lasted twenty minutes.

Mathias lowered himself to a crouch.

His mouth hung agape as he panted. Sweat rolled down to his chin, eyes squinting from pain. The severe stabbing sensation in his chest was a brutal reminder of what everybody had been telling him.

“Can we please get a hamster?”

Everyone was cleaning out the apartment, save for Mathias. Amy mopped the floor, you did the laundry, and Allen polished up the kitchen. It was a system that hadn’t changed since it was created years ago.

“You don’t even like hamsters.”

“I never said that. I just don’t like them as much as dogs,” Allen replied, walking out the door to take out the garbage. When he returned, his voice faded back into earshot. “Or cats. Or even birds.”

“So you don’t like them.” Amy raised her brows.

“I do. I just have favorites,” He scrubbed down the sink before flicking open the tap to wash everything down. “Fish and hamsters are apartment-friendly, and fish are boring. So, we should get a hamster.”

“Whatever it is, we don’t have room for a tank.”

“We so do! It’s just a box. We can put it anywhere.”

“Where? The living room?”

“That’ll be too noisy,” Allen threw a hand towel over his shoulder, turning to you with a shit-eating grin.

“Only including me in the conversation when you need something, huh?” You stifled a smile.

“Hehe.”

“If you’re asking if it can be put in my room, it’s a no.”

His shoulders slumped.

“I’ve got a small room and it’ll probably stink. Don’t think that’ll be good for Mat.” You pinned a shirt with your chin to fold it. Adding it to a neat pile, you then picked up a pair of boxers. “How about the balcony?”

“But that’s cruel!”

“I don’t know where else, then.”

“Okay, okay. Fine.” Allen nodded, raising his arms in defeat. “We’ll just put it in my room. Oh, wait. I don’t have a room. I don’t need a private space, but it’s not fair that you guys aren’t willing to share it!”

“We’re cramped enough as is. Having a rodent might just take up the last bit of oxygen around here.” Amy glided in with her mop. She followed her brother with her gaze, who plummeted on the couch, sighing.

“Then we won’t get a hamster. Happy?”

You and Amy were back in her room, huddled in front of Mathias’s laptop, looking at the PetSmart website.

“There goes my trip to the Bahamas,” She grumbled, adding a cage to her cart. Inside it was also wooden shavings, pellets, treats, and toys which you both would split. The hamster part would come later.

“You put aside a fifty-bucks for the Bahamas?”

“Hey, I can dream.”

“I mean, if we flew to Florida and caught a ship there, that would probably be a few hundred.” You nodded.

“See? Perfectly doable! But we also gotta stop by Disneyworld on the way.” She beamed.

“Now, that’s not very doable.”

“I said I was only dreaming.”

Mathias came home an hour later. He went straight to the sink to wash his shaker, splashing some water on the sides. Allen sat further up the couch to watch him ruin an hour’s worth of good work.

“You gonna wipe that?”

“Yeah, sorry.” The Dane peered over his shoulder. After leaving the kitchen spic and span, he ambled into Amy’s bedroom. You were on his laptop, playing flash games. “(F/N), Can I talk to you?”

“What’s up?”

He closed the door behind him. When he turned to you, his laptop was closed and you were on the bed, waiting for him. The simple gesture left him smiling gently, which was very telling after today’s events.

“I did my PTs today,” He joined your side.

“And how were they?” You asked.

Mathias turned to the wall in front of him.

“They were alright.”

And yet, he kept his head down, unable to look at you. When he was this quiet, this reserved, he always had the worst on his mind. You figured as such, so you leaned your head against his shoulder.

“My ribs are getting better, but I haven’t worked out in a month. I’m starting to lose my muscles.”

“Can’t you gain it back?”

“Maybe if I started now,” He glanced down at you, darting his eyes over yours. It hurt to say what he’d been holding in, but not as much as your reaction.“But I won’t be fully healed for another month.”

“Okay? What if you start then?” You piped up faintly.

“That’s two months I haven’t trained,” He pressed his head to your chest. His voice grew fainter and fainter as he spoke, all until this came out as nothing but an anguished whisper. “I don’t think I’ll make it in time.”

Allen stood outside the door, listening in to the conversation. And there, he let his guilt fester all over again. He never meant to hurt his nephew. And he definitely never meant to jeopardize Mathias’s career.

What he could only hope to do now was to make it up him, but how could he right something so wrong?

“I’m staying at Mat’s place tonight.”

“Okay. When are you coming back?” Allen asked. There was no resistance on his end, not even the urge to question why. He just let go. Or maybe, he was finally being understanding like he wanted to be.

“Tomorrow after work,” You replied, lifting a tote with some necessities—your uniform, wallet, and keys.

“Want me to pick you guys up?”

“I’ll call you.”

You walked to the door with Mathias, who had his duffel, ready to go. He stepped out first.

“Tell Amy where I am, okay?”

“Okay.”

Before you left, you lingered around in the doorway. Your hesitance caught Allen’s attention, but he never opened his mouth to say anything. Not until you did. So there he stood, watching your back expectantly.

“Allen?”

“Yeah?”

You turned to him, eyes downcast.

“I’m sorry for what I said.” You uttered.

“And what did you say?” He leaned on the counter.

“That I was just your friend,” Your gaze saddened, and you couldn’t bear to stay here any longer. But you made sure he heard this before you left for the night. “You’ll always be my brother.”

The door clicked shut.

“Whatever you say,” He sighed.

Going back to Mathias’s was a breath of fresh air, only his place smelled just like him. It had that clean, woody scent you loved. And you didn’t realize how much you missed him until you were drowning in it.

“What’s with the bear?” You picked up a tiny teddy from his bedside table. It had a blue-striped outfit and bright red heart sewn in the middle. Everything was just as he left it, including his shopping.

“Remember when we went to IKEA?” He asked, sliding off his bed and walking over to you.

“Uh-huh. Did you buy it for yourself?”

“Kind of,” Mathias took it from you and started playing with it. He spun it from side to side, letting the arms hit your forehead gently. “For the future. But maybe I should just give it to Bob.”

“You don’t have to. He has plenty of toys.” You huffed out, a little embarrassed by what he implied. But you were insistent on one thing. Taking the teddy, you put it back where you found it. “You should keep it.”

“Why? I don’t need it.”

“Then why did you buy it?”

“I wanted it in the moment. But maybe I shouldn’t have bought it.” He scratched his head.

“Maybe.”

Mathias followed you into bed. He pulled you onto his thighs so you could straddle him. Your hands went against his chest, heart pounding as you stared at him. And he stared back, smiling gently.

It was different now that you were at his place, in his bed. And the privacy was intoxicating.

“Did you want me to keep it?”

“I said that, didn’t I?”

“You can’t answer my question with a question.”

“Why not?”

He laughed. Then, he leaned in. His lips connected with yours in an open-mouthed kiss. The heat of his tongue alone could get you light-headed, but he was never one to hold back. So he stuck it down your throat, drowning you with the taste of him.

By the time he stopped kissing you, every last bit of your clothes was gone, and his hands were pumping you up and down your waist. That and the sight of his twitching cock left you dripping wet.

Seeing it left him aching for a hot fuck.

You wanted him just much as he wanted you, and it drove him mad. But before he let loose, he got a condom. Tearing open the wrapper, he put it over the head of his dick and rolled it down to the base.

You had sex with him for hours. It felt so good to finally do it with him, but good was barely the word to describe the feeling of connecting with him. While you rode him into oblivion, head rolled back and mouth agape, you cried quiet tears of satisfaction.

“Are you really pulling out of the tournament?”

You lay next to him, your body ravished and head clearer than ever before. There was no part of you he hadn’t touched, kissed, or penetrated, no crevice of your mind he hadn’t invaded. But with that clarity returned the grief from his waning motivation.

“Don’t give up.” You reached out to his cheek, face warping with sadness. “You tried so hard.”

“Don’t think about that now,” Mathias took your hand and kissed the knuckles. His hair was sticking to his forehead, his cheeks were rosy, and his heart was still pounding. “Just lay with me.”

He was spent after going at it for hours, and so satisfied, he couldn’t be sad. His restless mind was in a dream-like state, put to sleep by your body. And so, Mathias was content for the first time in a long time.

He hadn’t had you for too long. And once he did, he reached a high so good, he fell asleep smiling.

The tournament was in four months. He had three to train. When he’d finally start, he’d have lost so much muscle mass, heart health, and skill, reaching his old condition in time would’ve been a miracle.

Surpassing everyone else would take another one. Nobody in their right mind would believe he could pull it off. Not his doctor, coach, or any of his friends. It was only Allen that wasn’t in his right mind.

Not entirely, anyway.

The next morning, he pulled up to Mathias’s place.

You already left for work, so it was just him making eggs. While he stirred it in the pan, he wiped a drop of sweat that hung off his eyebrow. The Summer heat was unforgiving, and his realities even more so.

Waking up alone was a harsh reminder of them.

His career had come to a standstill.

Breathing out a sigh, he took the pan off the stove. Before he could dig in, he heard a knock on his door. Did you forget something? When he opened it, he fully expected it to be you standing outside.

“Hey.”

Only it was anyone but.

“You get in a good workout lately?”

Allen was at his doorstep, gym bag slung over his shoulder and shaker in one hand.

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One more night

[Boxer! Denmark x reader] 4

Word count: 3, 633 Rating: R18+ for strong language, mature themes and sex. Some content may be upsetting for readers. Proceed with caution. The reader is referred to as she/her.

One more night - 4 Fourth of July

“They can’t accept that.”

There went his last resort.

“Why not?”

“Even Amelia would say no. I don’t know how much you have in mind, but it’s just straight-up charity.” You shook your head. Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. You never realized how big of a discord you had with Mathias until now.

All your opinions, wants, and desires—they never lined up. You cared enough about him to compromise, but even that had its limits.

“It’s not charity,” He reasoned, face falling a touch. “I’m just trying to solve a problem.”

“But it’s way too generous of you. Listen, Mathias—”

“Mat.”

“Mat. I don’t mean to tell you what to do with your money, but they would never take it,” You explained, heart heavy with defeat. “They have to sort things out on their own terms. You know that.”

Mathias was another breed of stubborn.

But when he reached his threshold, he could turn into something else entirely.

“That’s never gonna happen.” He mumbled.

His tone was faint and barely coherent. If that didn’t give away his anger, his glare did.

“What?”

You could barely hold eye contact with him. It hurt to see Mathias angry, but even more so when he made these comments about your two closest friends.

“They’ll never be able to get on by themselves. You know that more than I do,” He scoffed, looking to the side bitterly. The second he let it slip from his tongue, he knew it was over. “Stop covering for them.”

“I’m not covering for them!”

“Didn’t Allen just get out of prison? Amelia can’t even look after Bob without you helping all the time!”

You stared at him in disbelief, appalled by every word that came out of his mouth. Was it the truth you couldn’t handle, or that he was the one telling it?

“You think it’s easy?” You whispered, trying to hide that you were on the verge of tears. But Mathias knew he’d gone too far. “A baby is a lot of work, if you didn’t know. It’s probably why you want one so bad.”

His face went red with mortification, but what he heard next would crush him to pieces.

“It’s too bad you’ll have to find someone else to give you one.”

Sweat made the mattress damp and cold, but your face and body were still warm from being ravished. You could still taste him in your mouth, smell his pungent sweat, and feel the traces of his manhood inside after he pulled out.

This wasn’t how you imagined the evening would go, but fighting with Mathias was an unwelcome twist.

Hours were fucked away on his bed, taking more of his load than you could carry. All you could remember was the rolling of his hips, the squeeze of his calloused hands, and the relentless waves of your orgasms. He never talked so much during sex, but he never needed your forgiveness this desperately before.

Mathias couldn’t stop saying the same three things — that he wanted to keep boxing, and how much he wanted this to work — but what stood out to you the most, and would be branded into your mind forever, was this: Allen and Amelia are just using you.

And yet, all you could think about at the moment was them. How safe they made you feel, how much of a constant they were in your life. The only thing constant about Mathias was how often you disagreed, argued, or listened to him talk about himself. It was always about him, never you.

“I can’t do this anymore,” You breathed, eyes glazed over with frustration. Even after fighting and being wasted away in hot, rough sex, your heart ached for him when you wished it didn’t.

Sliding yourself off his bed, you didn’t look at him once as you gathered your things.

“I don’t wanna see you for a while.”

He watched you silently with tears running down his face. Mathias had all his hopes trampled on, and he couldn’t blame you or your friends. He did it himself.

His insatiable desire, tenacity, and selfishness set him up for his demise. He said things he never should’ve said, then gave in to his impulses.

Two weeks went by, radio silent.

The person you used to call every night became an ugly memory. You didn’t show up to his match either.

“Hold on, Densen. In my office.” His coach appeared in the doorway just as he slammed his locker shut.

Mathias breathed out a sigh and slipped his sneakers on. He never minded having one-on-ones, so the dread settling in his stomach was new.

“What the hell was that?”

“Was what?”

The soft hum of a desk fan filled the brief pause.

“What you did in the ring, of course!” His coach held his hands out in disbelief. “You were sloppy.”

“So?” He frowned slightly. “I still won.”

“But you were sloppy.”

“I was just tired. Can’t I be tired once in a while?”

“Listen, kid.” The other stood up, ambling past him to a low-standing shelf. “I’m not saying you can’t be under the weather. We all need a break sometimes, and you definitely aren’t an exception.”

The Dane observed his slow, laborious movements with his brows furrowed.

“But this isn’t that.” The man caught him in a hard stare. His apprentice, who he knew as a starry-eyed miracle, was losing his spark. “Something is bothering you. I don’t know what it is, and I don’t care what it is, but you gotta straighten yourself out.”

Mathias lingered his unrelenting gaze on him for a few moments — thought for another — then left.

“Nothing is worth your energy except yourself. Especially when you’ve got so much goddamn potential,” His coach continued, the words stopping him in the hallway. “If anybody’s got a chance of winning this thing, it’s you.”

Mathias wrapped his hands to prepare for training. Coiling the white lining around his wrist, palm, and knuckles, he made a fist to test the tightness.

Satisfied with his job, he walked up to a sandbag and gave it his all. He smashed his fists into it, every punch letting out an explosive ‘bam’.

The relentless jabbing left his arms sore and lungs burning, but he didn’t stop, not even to breathe, and kept going until he drowned out every thought that went through his troubled mind.

When he finally collapsed, buckling his knees to fall to the ground, his face was dangerously red as he hyperventilated. His hands were trembling. His body ached all over. Even the cuts on his face started to sting when they never did.

“Fuck,” It was tank top season again, and the one she wanted to wear didn’t cover everything up like she thought. Amelia stared at herself in the mirror, eyeing the small line across her lower stomach.

“Bro.”

“What?” You walked past her bedroom, which had the door wide open. Nobody cared about privacy in this household, and the sweltering heat only cemented that. Closed doors meant poor ventilation.

“Can you come here for a sec?”

“Yeah. I’m just trying to find the picnic mat.” You bent down in the kitchen. Rummaging through the clutter in one of the cupboards, a blender, mortar, and a glass jar of basil seeds, you found the picnic mat stuffed in the back. “Knew it.”

“Did you find it?” She called.

“Yep. It was with Allen’s things,” You placed it on the counter and marched back to her.

Amelia’s hands were on the hem of her top, having pulled it up to show her skin underneath. And her face, scrunched up in discomfort.

“He keeps sunbathing while gardening.”

Allen was hunched over the toilet with a tissue roll in his hands. This wasn’t how he imagined the day would go, but he couldn’t say it was unexpected.

“Fu—ck,” He hissed. “Never eating cheese again.”

“Proud stripes?” You scoffed, brows raised.

Amelia shrugged and pulled down her top.

“Yeah, don’t listen to them. There’s nothing great about pain. If you’re not happy with it, that’s completely fine.” You continued.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” She sighed, lifting her top again. “I just hate how it looks.”

“It doesn’t look obvious to me if that’s what you wanted to ask.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. And it’ll fade some more in a few more months,” You managed a small smile when you added this. “I still wanna see you in a tank today, though. But, you know, it’s totally up to you.”

Everyone in the family was a tank top enthusiast, and you were no exception.

“Fuck, I love tank tops.”

Allen popped out ten minutes later, cutting the conversation short. You both exchanged knowing glances before darting off. She grabbed the last of her things while you collected Bob from his crib.

She walked over to her brother by the front door.

“Have a good shit?”

“Yeah. I feel reborn,” Allen murmured, leaning down to tie his shoes. “Dairy fucks me up bad.”

“I told you to stay away from the cheese.”

“Whatever,” He stood up slowly, watching you scurry over with Bob in your arms. He’d been meaning to ask this, but he suspected he wouldn’t get a straight answer. “So, what were you guys talking about?”

“Nothing,” Amelia answered. “Just girl stuff.”

“Girl stuff, huh?” Allen looked at you expectantly.

Between you and her, ‘girl stuff’ typically translated to anything you couldn’t tell him.

“You heard the lady,” You hummed, putting on your slides.

He frowned, but never openly complained. It wasn’t the first time he was left out, and up until now, he thought he was okay with it.

“Let’s go already. Didn’t you say you were starving?”

But Allen had a feeling you were hiding something from him. A lot of things, even.

After a ten-minute drive and another twenty minutes agonizing for a parking space, it was finally time to indulge in the food truck festival of the year. Amelia ran ahead. Not carrying a baby around was freeing, and she was only taking advantage of that.

“Don’t worry, (F/N). I’ll get you something too!” She called over her shoulder. “It’s thanks for looking after Bob today!”

“I look after Bob too!” Allen shouted.

“But you still don’t know how to change a diaper!”

“I’m still learning!” He cupped a hand around his mouth. Seeing that she was gone, his shoulders slumped. “He pissed on me once and I haven’t been able to do it since. Cut me some slack.”

“You’re doing fine,” You assured, bouncing Bob in your arms. “It means you’re on the right track.”

“Some rite of passage thing, huh?”

“Yep.” You smiled devilishly. “You’ll get used to it.”

“Will I?” He mumbled.

You tapped his prosthetic leg gently with your foot.

“You will.”

“Aw, shucks. I can’t do it if I think about it,” He wobbled his legs dramatically, turning a few heads.

“This is so embarrassing.” You covered your eyes.

“What’s embarrassing is that you’re not helping me.” Allen held onto your shoulder, the warmth of his hand sending a wave of discomfort over your body. “Even Bob is judging you. See?”

“No, he’s wondering how he’s related to his uncle.” You quipped, peeling his fingers off, one by one. Your efforts proved fruitless as he wrapped both arms around your waist. “Allen, you know I’m sensitive to the heat. If you don’t let me go, I’ll push you.”

“Pushing a cripple in public?” He leaned in, raising his brows. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Do you like testing me?”

“I love it.”

Allen practically beamed, knowing you could never truly be angry with him—not even when he was being annoying on a stinking hot day.

A few minutes later, he stopped outside of a Navajo taco truck. He was too hungry to keep walking, and you wanted ice cream. So you parted ways.

“You know where to find us.” He waved.

You poked around until you found a vendor selling dole whip. Or some kind of it, anyway. When you got what you wanted, you turned around to walk back.

Standing in front of you was the last person to go to a Fourth-of-July food truck festival—a Danish international student who couldn’t handle the sun. His hands were in his pockets, and his gentle smile told you he’d been standing there a while.

“Hey.”

When Mathias wandered around the festival, looking around for anything to tickle his appetite, he never thought he’d get more than he bargained for—what he saw had his heart racing out of his chest. You were standing in front of him, ordering from an ice cream truck.

Seeing you in the flesh, wearing denim and a pair of shades on your head, was beguiling.

“Mat?” You began, eyes wide. “I didn’t know you came to stuff like this. Are you here by yourself?”

“Gilbert invited me to come with his friends.”

“Ohh. Well, are you having fun?”

“I was just starting to regret coming along,” Mathias laughed sheepishly, giving his arms a scratch.

Now that he mentioned it, the regret, it completely changed for something else. You were here, and for some reason, looking after Bob.

He wouldn’t say it out loud, but the bouncing motion in your arm was incredibly attractive.

“You look cute today.”

“Says the guy in a sun hat.” You murmured, giving your ice cream a lick. Bob reached out for it with his little hands, so you held it away from him.

Before he could cry, you kissed him on the cheek.

“Sorry, Bob. You can’t have this.”

“Why can’t he have it?”

“He’s too small,” You answered, taking a bite of the sweet treat. While Bob watched you eat, his face scrunched up, and he started to kick. “Fussy.”

Without another word, you gave Mathias your ice cream. The next thing he knew, he was sitting on a bench with a baby on his lap, keeping him secure with an arm around his torso. You pulled out a thermos from Amelia’s bag and popped off the top.

“I was gonna feed him later, but—” You poured some warm water into a baby bottle. After adding a scoop of formula, you screwed on the top and gave it a good shake. “—I have all the help I need.”

“Can I try?”

You glanced up at Mathias. There was no denying how excited he was, even when he tried to hide it.

“Sure,” You smiled, taking the almost-empty cup from his hand. A few minutes was all he needed to eat your pineapple whip. Typical. “Hold out your wrist.”

He obliged, albeit with a puzzled look.

You squeezed a dot of formula onto his skin.

“Do you feel anything?”

“Not really.”

“That means it’s the right temperature,” You said, passing him the bottle. “Remember that, okay?”

“Okay,” Mathias murmured.

Inside, he was doing backflips. You wanted him to remember this, which could only mean one thing. Backflips turned into a full-on gymnastics routine when you put your hand on his, guiding him as he bottle-fed a baby for the first time.

“Oh my God,” Mathias whispered, eyes wide as he watched Bob attentively. He was drinking so fast!

“Look at him go. He’s so thirsty!”

You let go of his hand and sat back with a laugh.

“Mhm. And we have to feed him every two hours.”

“Every two hours?” He gawked. His surprise melted into shame the longer he dwelled on it. He wasn’t doing anything right lately, but the only thing he regretted was this. “Must be a lot of work.”

After tossing out your ice cream, Mathias walked with you to buy some cake. But it couldn’t just be any cake. It had to be vegan. While you searched the festival, aisle after aisle, he carried Bob for you.

He wouldn’t stop insisting on it, but you never hesitated in the first place.

“So, who’s birthday is it today?” The Dane asked, bouncing the baby next to his head.

“Funny you should ask,” You collected a small boxed cake from the vendor before turning to him. “America and the twins.”

He stopped, his expression faltering.

“It’s Amelia and Allen’s birthday today.”

“Oh,” Mathias frowned. “Then I must be keeping you. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. We haven’t been here long,” You reasoned, pulling him along. He smiled faintly, thankful you were still willing to touch him without reason. “But I should find Amelia and Allen.”

You let go of his hand. He reached out for you instinctively, but it was subtle.

“Okay, well, um,” Mathias was growing redder by the second, choking up as a rush of emotions flooded him. Seeing you turn away from him only made him more of a nervous wreck. He’d been so distracted, he forgot to say what he’d been dying to. “Wait. Wait. Are we still—”

You stopped.

In that second, everything you ever felt for him came rushing back with vengeance. Mathias was hardly perfect, and somewhere down the line, there were more bad times than there were good. But when things were good, they were great.

Without a word, you walked up to him and handed him the cake. He held it with his free hand, confused by your actions. You pulled his face down and kissed him a few times on the lips, every sweet peck eliciting a soft sound he came to miss terribly.

“I’ll call you next week,” You lifted Bob from his hands, collecting the cake next. “Bye, Mat.”

He lit up with unbridled joy.

“Yeah, okay! I’ll be waiting!” Mathias piped, waving you off with his whole arm.

It used to feel like going in circles, but for the first time, you might actually be getting somewhere with him. The thought was endlessly relieving, and equally encouraging.

On the hill overlooking the festival, a great meeting place for picnic mats and families, was the perfect spot to catch the evening fireworks. The twins managed to claim enough space for their not-so-modestly-sized mat. Seeing them bicker back and forth, an ironic display of normalcy, was a sharp reminder of what Amelia told you earlier in the day.

Everything you just told me, is everything you can’t tell Allen, she warned.

To save what little bit of normalcy you had, you were ready to keep a secret.

If he knows, he’ll freak.

“Happy birthday, guys.”

“You got us cake?” Amelia jumped up with a shrill. “Gimme!”

“Is that what took you so long?” Allen patted the spot next to him, a snug fit between him and his sister.

You sat down slowly, mindful of Bob.

“I had to make sure you could eat it,” You sat the baby on your lap. “I had to search the whole festival for it.” While you spoke, Amelia fluffed up the cream on her plate and watched your expression attentively. You kept looking at her for some reason.

“You’re an absolute doll,” Allen beamed, picking up a slice.

“I’ve got an equal trade for it.” Amelia handed you a generous plate of food.

“Thanks, Amy. Geez, this is a lot—”

“So is babysitting,” She didn’t look up from her cake. “Thanks, dude.”

“Don’t mention it. I’ll always babysit for you.”

Amelia glanced up and stared at you quietly. There was something on your mind, and she’d be let in on it as soon as the fireworks started.

“So, you guys have any specific birthday requests?”

“A million dollars.”

“A new gym set.”

“Something I can afford?”

“Cake is good,” Amelia shrugged.

“Yeah, cake is good.” Allen chimed.

“Okay,” You laughed. “Sorry I couldn’t get any candles, though.”

“We already have candles,” Allen grinned, putting on his headphones and lying down. In the darkening sky above, was a sparkling explosion of red, white, and blue. Lights fizzed away in all directions, wowing the crowd with beautiful bursts of color. But he didn’t hear a single thing.

Not that fireworks were meant for listening.

“I ran into Mat,” You admitted, turning to Amelia.

She’d been staring at the sky, and when she faced you, everything clicked.

But Allen would never know.

Not from you, anyway. A week later, he was doing chores with Bob in tow, vacuuming, mopping, and taking out the trash. You and Amelia were out doing a shift together at Baskin Robbins.

Just when he got to the apartment’s garbage chute, the bag started leaking.

“Shit, shit, shit—” He scrambled to the side and sat Bob against the wall. Clutching the corner of the bag, he felt around to stop the stream. Bob watched him struggle with a blank face. “—gross.”

What he didn’t expect, was something long, thin, and hard at the bottom. A tube of some sort, four of them, each of them identical. Allen stopped and thought for a moment. When it occurred to him what they could’ve been, his heart sank.

He tore open the bag, letting its contents spill out like someone’s guts. Digging through the trash with fearful urgency, his stomach churned when he found what he was looking for.

Four used pregnancy tests, each displaying a negative result.

Allen covered his mouth and retched, but not because of the sour funk in his hand.

The garbage was left discarded on the ground. And instead of going home, he took his car keys. Strapping Bob into the booster, he made a quick drive to Mathias’s place. The closer he got, the tighter he gripped the wheel. His breathing was shaky, and his eyes, wide with mania.

“You stay here and be good, now,” Allen muttered. “I’ll be back soon.”

He stepped out of the car, locking Bob inside.

His left hand gripped a baseball bat, and his right, a tight fist.

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One more night

[Boxer! Denmark x reader] 10

Wordcount: 2, 794 Rating: M for strong language The reader is referred to as she/her.

One more night - 10

Thunderstruck

“Not really. Why?” Mathias frowned.

Yet, his activewear answered almost every question he had—sweatpants and tank top, ready to go.

“If you’re looking for her, she just left.”

“I wasn’t looking for her,” Allen took a swig from his shaker. Then, he brushed past him, walking into his apartment. Without asking, he went straight to his pantry for snacks. “You think I’d know her schedule like the back of my hand. I was looking for you.”

“Why?”

“Always with the questions. But to be fair, I’d ask myself the same thing,” He turned to the Dane, who stared at him with the most unabashed confusion. “You know what you’re doing for the tournament?”

“I’m probably still signing up,” Mathias walked to his plate of eggs. He couldn’t understand what Allen was getting at, and he didn’t want to. But perhaps, his attitude was symbolic of what he already knew.

“Probably?”

“Yeah. Why are you asking?”

“I just wanted to know,” The ex-marine raised his brows. “Like if you’re really pulling out.”

“I’d never actually do that. I was just saying that to not get her hopes up,” The boxer wiped his nose with the ball of his hand, not sparing him so little as a glance as he ate. “I’m not winning this thing.”

“So you’re giving up.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You basically did. And you basically are. It’s in your attitude.” Allen murmured, watching him prod at his eggs silently. As the pause stretched on, a frown deepened at the blonde’s expression. “Like I said.”

“No offense, but why do you care?” Mathias finally looked up, annoyance pricking at his voice.

“Because it’s my fault you ended up like this.”

“Okay? And are you trying to help me or something?” He scoffed, baffled by the idea. It was only when he factored self-absolution into this did anything remotely make sense. “I thought you hated me.”

“I’m not saying I don’t. I still do,” Allen grimaced, laughing out of his nose. “Ever since you came along, everything’s changed. Amy doesn’t rely on me as much as she used to, and I keep fighting with (F/N).”

There were only a million more reasons why they didn’t get along. They challenged each other just by existing—a protective, diehard brother versus an overzealous boyfriend who liked new horizons.

“But if I have to see you fuck this up, that’s on me.”

And yet, Allen was willing to put aside their differences for his boxing tournament.

“Then what do you suggest I do?” Mathias gave him a side-eye. Their partial reconciliation didn’t solve anything, not his damaged ribs, not his lackluster motivation, nor how close the deadline was.

“I can think of a few things,” Allen filled up a shaker from his pantry and made another pre-workout. “Low-intensity cardio, boxing, lifting, you name it. Anything you can handle and we’ll work our way up.”

Tossing it to the boxer, who caught it with no trouble, he headed out only to come back moments later.

“What are you standing around looking stupid for?”

“I still don’t get it.” Mathias frowned.

“Get what?”

“Why you wanna help me so much.”

“My regret not good enough for you?”

When Allen saw the other’s blank face, he was driven to do the unthinkable. Bending down to lift his left pant leg, he revealed that there hadn’t been a leg at all, only a metal prosthetic just below the knee.

Mathias was shocked silent, but there was nothing he could say to him. The ex-marine was the last person to want anybody’s sympathy, let alone his.

“I figured you’d notice sooner or later. Got this back in 2011. Stepped on something I shouldn’t have.” Allen said, fixing his pants. “Lost my job, our income, and I couldn’t walk for months. But I had help.”

The only thing he could do was listen quietly out of respect, and he did, watching those dark red eyes burn with a faith that could put any religion to shame. Little did he know, that faith was in him.

“I don’t know how you do it, being so motivated all the time, but don’t stop now.” Allen pointed at him.

Mathias felt the strongest rush of emotions. Shame, sadness, and even a stroke of determination. Allen did what felt impossible to him, and to be believed in the same way reignited a spark he thought he lost.

“If a sad piece of shit like me can survive that, you can get through this. I just know it.”

You and Amy went to PetSmart a few hours before closing. Allen was insistent about taking Bob for the day, so it was just you two. After collecting your online order, you both marveled at the trunk.

It was filled with miscellaneous hamster necessities: a spacious cage, a huge block of wooden shavings, a packet of food pellets, chews, toys, and hideouts. Now that it was all put in perspective, getting a new pet was still a big ask, no matter how small.

“The things I do for my brother,” Amy grumbled, shutting the trunk before walking back to the store.

“If you keep doing it, there must be a reason.”

“It’s only because I feel sorry for him.”

“I don’t think he’d be very happy hearing that,” You laughed, not that you disagreed with that sentiment. “But hey, if being nice to him bothers you that much, you should make it two months instead of one.”

“I just might.” She stifled a smile, but it broke out across her face anyway. Two months without a car was inhumane for the employed, but not for Allen. “It’s not like he’s going anywhere. And if he is, he’s not above catching the bus like everyone else.”

“You can be kinda evil sometimes.”

“Hey, was it me or you who suggested that?”

You and Amy huddled in front of the Syrian hamster cages to watch them scramble around or run on the wheel. One had a black coat, another orange, and the last had golden brown fur with a white underbelly.

“So, which one should we get?” You asked.

Once the cage was set up in the hallway, Amy gently placed a box inside. Out crawled a golden hamster. The little thing went straight for the food dish, stuffing seeds into its mouth until its cheeks blew up.

“Think he’s gonna like him?” She whispered.

Mathias dipped his hands into a bowl of chalk. After rubbing it all over his palms and fingers, he clapped a few times to get rid of the excess. It dispersed in white, powdery clouds, and he was ready for his lift.

He leaned down to reach the bar on the ground.

Allen drank from his shaker and watched him deadlift five-hundred pounds. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t impressive--this wasn’t even his personal record, even. But to fail this meant a huge step back.

When Mathias got the bar up to his thighs, his body gave a shake and he vomited straight onto the floor.

“Oh, shit.” Allen raised his brows. “You okay, man?”

“Yeah--” The Dane spluttered. “--it happens.”

He lowered the bar to the ground, causing the plates to clink. He straightened up and wiped his mouth, wincing from the lingering putrid taste. His nausea came in a flash, but resolved itself just as fast.

“I don’t think this is supposed to be a regular thing,” Allen told him with a cautionary tone. It was a shame to see him in such terrible condition, and even more so to tell him this. “Maybe you should go lighter.”

Mathias fell deep into thought, not fond of the idea.

“I’m gonna get a mop.”

“Good idea.”

When he returned, he was rolling a bucket over.

“Please don’t tell (F/N).”

“Wasn’t gonna.”

They both came home an hour later.

When Allen walked in, you were on the floor cutting diamonds in a toilet paper roll and Amy was playing with the newest house pet. It turned out to be much friendlier than expected, sitting calmly in her hand.

“No fucking way.”

Your heads shot to the voice, freezing comedically like statues after being caught in the act. Only the hamster kept moving, alerted by the disturbance that was Allen’s uncontainable excitement.

“You guys got a hamster?!” He whisper-shouted. Dropping his bag with a clunk, he didn’t hesitate to scurry over with both his hands out. And the look on his face practically lit up the room. “Can I hold him?”

“How do you know it’s a boy?” Amy let it crawl onto his hand before leaning back with a contented smile.

“You see its balls?” Allen lifted the hamster as it turned around on his palm. “Kinda hard to miss.”

“Hm.” She nodded, pursing her lips.

“Fuck, he’s so cute I wanna put him in my mouth.” He sighed, moving it up to his head. Before he could get around to it, you leaned forward and lowered his hand. Amy just laughed without lifting a finger.

“So, whose idea was it to get a hammy?” He asked.

“It was Amy’s idea, actually.”

“No,” She shot you a look. “It was our idea.”

“Okay, okay, fine. Amy suggested it and I went along with it. We split everything half and half.”

“Really?” Allen turned to her, gaze softening.

“Alright, you got me.”

“Thanks, Ames.”

“Don’t get used to it. You’re still banned from driving for a month.” She pointed at him sternly.

“Then what if Mathias was in the car with me?”

The man in question was stuffing his face in the kitchen, too hungry to pay attention to the gathering on the floor. But when his name was mentioned, he froze with half a sandwich sticking out of his mouth.

“I’ll make an exception.”

Allen was out on the balcony smoking again. When the glass door slid open, he glanced over, though he already knew who it was. Nobody else joined him. Even then, seeing you always felt like the first time.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” You came over to rest your arms on the railing. When he didn’t say anything, only staring out into the night, you peered at him with a growing smile. “Mat told me you got him to go to the gym today.”

“I did.”

“And you’re not wearing sweatpants.”

“Am I not allowed to wear shorts?” He hummed.

“You haven’t worn shorts all Summer.” You answered, watching his grin fall away. You reflected it with a sad smile of your own, your words just as bittersweet. “And he told me some other things too. So I just wanted to say I’m really proud of you, Allen.”

“Just that, huh?” He tossed the cigarette over the edge, facing you with his entire body. When it was your turn to give him the silent treatment, he didn’t have any of it. “Anything else you wanna tell me?”

“You guys didn’t do the laundry.”

“Okay.” He laughed, keeping his gentle smile as he spoke to you. “Anything else related to us?”

“I have a lot. But I’ll leave it for now--it’s getting late.”

“I could listen to you all night, doll.”

At the sound of that endearing nickname, you closed your eyes and wrapped yourself around him. There used to be days when you did exactly that, talking his ear off in bed. Single-sized or not, it never felt too small when you shared it with him. Allen closed his eyes too, having the same memories cross his mind.

“I know you don’t like Mathias, but I’m really grateful you’re doing this for him.” You squeezed him tighter.

“Learned from the best,” He nestled his chin on your head. His arms went around your waist in a loving embrace, and you both stayed that way for a good while. “You helped me, so I’m paying it forward.”

After putting some quarters into the washing machine, you got started with your first load. Mathias was there with you, so you had no problem dozing off on his shoulder while the clothes spun.

“Don’t fall asleep yet. You still have to help me fold the laundry,” He nudged you with his eyes closed.

“That’s just the pot calling the kettle black.”

“That’s just what?”

“Means you’re being hypocritical.” You murmured, inhaling a deep breath. “You always fall asleep here.”

“When have I fallen asleep in the laundromat?”

“Lots of times.”

“I have not!”

“Please. The first time I saw you, you were nodding away on that counter right over there,” You laughed, watching his face warp with confusion, realization, then embarrassment. “And you were drooling, too.”

“I don’t drool.” He mumbled.

“Say that to the pillowcases in the wash right now,” You smiled, darting your eyes over his flushed face.

When you first started dating him, he always had bruised cheeks, busted lips, and was sometimes just swollen in general. But you were patient, and Mathias ended up being more handsome than you expected.

“You also had a black eye.”

“What did you think of me back then?”

“To be honest,” You paused briefly to think of the words. “I thought you were just some local idiot.”

“Oh.”

“But I was wrong. You weren’t very local at all.”

“Hey!”

“You’re smarter than you look, Mat. Way smarter.” You chuckled, reaching up to his face as you added this with the sincerest gaze. “And you’re just about the sweetest guy I know, only second to Allen.”

“You really think that?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” You asked, voice faint and even a little hurt. It was unthinkable to suggest otherwise, that Mathias wasn’t kind. “You are sweet. You can just be a little stubborn about what you want.”

“Just a little?” He smiled.

“Okay, very. But that still doesn’t change my point.” You defended firmly. “Amelia has made some mistakes, but she’s still the smartest. And Allen’s only so destructive because he’s protective of us.”

When your expression suddenly changed, going from admiration to a harrowing sadness, he took your hands to stabilize them. But even his strong grip couldn’t stop you from going over the edge.

“They also trust me more than anything, even if I betray that. So I think you’re good, Mat.” You smiled. “All you ever wanted was for us to live together, and you were willing to give us so much for it to happen.”

“Of course I was.” He closed his eyes and frowned, exasperated that he even had to say it.

“But we just can’t take from you like that.”

“Why?” He asked again.

“Because making money is hard,” You squeezed his hands. “And you worked really hard for yours.”

“And you didn’t?”

“I did. It’s just not enough, so I’ll have to work harder. We’ll get there someday. I promise, Mat.”

“You make me wanna cry sometimes,” He uttered. His chest ached the hardest it ever had, and his face warped with sadness. “You’re always looking after other people, but you won’t let me look after you.”

Mathias got up at the crack of dawn.

Without waking you up, he got dressed in a T-shirt and shorts. Before he left the bedroom, he kissed you on the forehead. His warm lips lingered on your skin as these thoughts ran through his mind.

You’d be happy to know he was himself again.

But not the reason why.

As the sun peaked over the horizon, casting a warm orange haze over the town, he left the apartment to start his eight-mile run. He would go from this suburb to the next, then back to this one again.

His chest heaved from deep pants as he stared into the distance. Sweat hung off his chin, and every jog he made caused it to drip onto his shirt. His lungs were burning to the point of it showing on his face.

Winning this tournament was the only way he could go further in life, and for you to start yours.

Maybe this was him going in circles with you again, chasing you in a way you didn’t want him to. But he couldn’t have it any other way. He wanted you to accept everything he had to give to you.

The first person to witness this development was none other than whoever woke up next.

As one of the main caretakers, his body clock had changed to accommodate Bob’s. He snapped awake at six-thirty on the dot, and sure enough, his nephew was already wriggling in his crib, waiting to be fed.

As he nursed him by the window, eyes narrowed in a tired squint, he barely managed to catch someone zoom past on the quiet street. It was Mathias, and he just sprinted down the block without stopping.

“I’ll be damned.” Allen muttered. “He’s back.”

Next chapter: Off to the races

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One more night

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One more night - 11

Off to the races

“When that dawned on Allen, he turned away, heart in his hand.”

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Just in case anybody wondered what Mathias’s arm looked like

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One more night

[Boxer! Denmark x reader] 8

Wordcount: 4, 351 Rating: MA+ for adult themes and strong language. Viewer discretion advised. The reader is referred to as she/her.

One more night - 8

Hey brother

She needs you, he said.

Be that as it may, Allen couldn’t agree. Not anymore. Ever since he got out of prison, he had a feeling you’d outgrown him. With conflict after conflict, that feeling was starting to look like reality.

“Got everything you need?” He wiped his mouth after finishing his protein shake. Your shifts were ending soon, and he was picking you two up for a late Friday lunch. He and Mathias stayed home up until then, making for a strange dynamic.

They weren’t hostile with each other, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable, either.

The Dane lifted Bob as if to answer the question. Otherwise, he had Amy’s bag over his shoulder. Inside were a few diapers, wipes, his bottle, some formula, the list just went on. Everything clunked around as he followed the other man into the parking lot. Just as he was about to enter the passenger seat, Allen extended an arm in front of him.

“Uh-uh. Baby’s gotta ride in the back.”

“Oh, right. Sorry.”

And sit in the back he did. As he strapped Bob into his booster, he wondered how absent-minded he had to be to miss this. It must’ve been muscle memory. Meanwhile, Allen was worried he’d hit him too hard.

“How’s your head?” He asked, pulling into the street.

“Fine. It’s my ribs that still hurt.” Mathias replied.

He drummed his fingers against the wheel, nodding quietly. If Mathias didn’t sustain any brain damage, he wouldn’t have to pay with his conscience. Not that he didn’t pay plenty already, and most of it to Bob.

“Mat!” You ran to him, still wearing your cap.

“Kæreste,” He took your hand. “How was work?”

Allen stood on the side. He could wait for you to acknowledge him, but the moment never came.

“It was fine. Some kid dropped their ice cream and started crying, though.” You stifled a laugh, pulling him along. “Then Amy made him a new cone out of nowhere. She’s super fast at scooping, it’s scary.”

Mathias could only smile, relieved to see you again.

“Well, once you get used to carrying something heavy all the time, it gets easy.” Amy noted.

“I guess I need more practice.” You walked back to the car with Mathias at your side, not paying any mind to the silence that followed. You were a little peckish by then, and so was Amelia.

Everyone was digging into their plates at the local Chinese buffet. You were almost done with yours, and your boyfriend was halfway through mowing down his. He managed to heap several mountains of rice, noodles, meat, and seafood onto a single plate.

“Slow down, champ. Nobody’s fighting you for it.” Amy mused, forking a pineapple into her mouth.

“I’m just so hungry.” Mathias said, dropping some bits of chewed-up food onto his plate.

“You know you can always get more, right?”

“Mhm. That’s why I have to eat quickly before my appetite goes away. There’s too much I have to eat!”

“Said every American ever. You’re fitting in just great, Mathias. I’m proud.” She nodded, closing her eyes.

“Oh yeah?”

More came flying out of his mouth.

“Speaking of eating our fill, I’m gonna go grab more.” You stood up with your plate and gave those two a funny look. “You know, before I lose my appetite looking at everything Mat forgot to swallow.”

Amy laughed. Mathias pouted. Allen didn’t react and followed you to the self-serve stations—presumably to get more, only he barely touched his food.

“Want some?”

He stood in front of a stir-fry, hand on the ladle.

“No thanks. Just came for this,” You murmured, scooping yourself some noodles. A brief pause followed, and you never turned to look at him.

Allen sighed and dropped the ladle. Two weeks had passed, and you were still giving him nothing.

“Can we talk?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You turned to leave.

“Then why are you ignoring me?” He stood in your way, stopping you from going any further.

“I’m not ignoring you.”

“Then why didn’t you say hi?” He asked. You glanced to the side restlessly, unwilling to continue the conversation. But he had you trapped, just like he always did. “See? This is what I mean. If you’re still mad at me, we can work it out. I’m sorry, okay?”

“Even if we ‘work this out,’ it doesn’t mean I can’t be mad at you.” You sighed, feeling his hands slide up your arms. Before they got to your shoulders, you pushed them off. “I just need time.”

He merely reached up again.

“How much time?”

“You can’t know these things.”

“Why not?”

“How am I supposed to tell when I’ll stop feeling this way? I don’t know.” You frowned. Seeing his defiant look turned your anguish into frustration; Allen didn’t understand boundaries at all, and that struck you as so familiar, you practically shoved him off.

“A week. A month. A year.” He raised his voice in desperation, stepping forward to close the distance you established. “Just give me a number. Come on.”

Mathias didn’t have physical ones; he didn’t have emotional ones. And being suffocated all over again riled you up more than you could imagine.

“Allen—”

“You can’t push me away forever. You know that!”

“Just leave me alone!”

That shut him up. The searing ache in his chest returned, but he couldn’t be shocked by your outburst. He’d been suffocating you for the last minute, and being lashed out at was well-deserved.

“Why are you so obsessed with making up with me when it’s them you should be apologizing to?”

Allen didn’t answer, but his face did all the talking. His cheeks flushed a deep red, and it looked like he was about to cry. You were breaking him down, bit by bit. Everything he was to you was coming apart.

“You’re always all over me. I didn’t mind it because I loved you, but you can’t put me above Amy!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He uttered faintly. It was all he could manage, too focused on the ‘loved’ to even think. Loved, you said. Hot water rushed into his head, and his chest tightened.

“She’s your sister.” You lowered your gaze. It was strange, saying something so obvious and having it hurt. But it was the cold, hard truth no matter how you looked at it. “And I’m just your friend, okay?”

Allen didn’t know what came over him.

Driven by a harrowing sadness, then an itch he could likely never scratch, he pulled you into a crushing embrace. He pinned your neck with his chin, eyes as wide as he could get them. And his heart, pounding so hard, you could feel it thumping against you.

No words were exchanged, but the sensuality confirmed what you suspected all along.

When you returned to your seats, he stared out the window, the whites of his eyes pink from crying.

You sat next to your boyfriend, who remained equally as unknowing as Amelia to what you had just discussed. And they never asked, seeing how tense you were. What was meant to be a rage-fueled incident was starting to look like something more.

Did Allen beat up Mathias to protect you, or his relationship with you? The thought drew you in and repulsed you at the same time, but at the end of the day, anger was all you could feel.

“Gil’s coming over in a bit,” You said, putting your phone down on the counter. Amy was mixing a big bowl of dough while you were in charge of the chili. Allen just went out for some essentials.

“Okay. I got my stuff packed.” Mathias took a seat on one of the stools. “Also, why did he text you first?”

“Well, he wasn’t sure how well you were doing, and you sometimes like to sugar-coat things.” You moved the diced vegetables into the pot before continuing. He blinked at your response, but couldn’t exactly argue with it. “He wanted you to teach him how to use the gym equipment. Bar and everything.”

He perked up.

“Only I made him promise not to let you touch it.”

“I’m sure I can do some lifting.” He slouched.

“Just not anything heavier than fifteen pounds.”

“Bob is seventeen pounds.”

“Anything heavier than Bob.”

“Yeah, dude. You might accidentally fuck up your lungs from breathing too hard.” Amy hummed. After giving the dough a few kneads, she picked it up and threw it down for a plap. “A boxer without lungs is like a car without wheels. You don’t want that.”

“You guys need to believe in me more.” He mused, spinning around on his stool. “I’ll be fine.”

His injuries were still fresh, and so was the upset with Allen. Amy seemed as furious with him as the day Bob came home; she hadn’t said a word to him since. You just fought with him. And it must’ve been some fight for it to end in tears—not yours, but his.

Yet, Mathias, the main receiver of grief, didn’t feel any contempt against him anymore.

Ten minutes later, he was beside the stove, holding the ladle to be useful. You handed Amy circles of dough so she could fry it. While it crackled in the pan, he began zoning out, thinking of anything but food.

He stared at the photos on the side of the fridge.

They were all of you, Amy, and Allen.

Some were from as early as primary school. Back then, you weren’t nearly as tall as Amy, and she wore star clips in her hair. Allen had a missing tooth in all of them. But that wasn’t the detail he focused on.

It was that he held both your hands. The longer he stared, the more his face contorted—what should’ve been innocent made his stomach churn with guilt. He regretted so much that he said, that he did.

Amelia was a single mother. He’d always known that. You were just helping her in any way you could, and he belittled that too. Looking after Bob himself was a real eye-opener, and he’d mostly been carrying his things. And to think he’d been so careless with you.

It was all for his own satisfaction, his own sureties. He was insatiable, his desire as fierce as the way he moved. He could drive you to the corner with how he loved, but what kind of love would that be?

Allen had been right about him all along. And like any brother would’ve done, he defended you from him.

Mathias wasn’t one to ruminate, but it ate away at his conscience to think about. It eventually got to the point that he wondered how you two could forgive him, and his best bet was this—recovering.

He got down in a plank and did a push-up. Then another. And another. It was exactly what his doctor told him not to do, but the action was automatic, and he never stopped, doing rep after rep until it hurt.

“Mat, what are you doing?” You asked softly.

He was wincing by then, but he kept going, driven by a profound guilt he didn’t know he had until now.

“What are you doing?” You repeated, alarmed by his unresponsiveness. You’ve only seen him once like this before—when he drove around for hours looking for the exact brand and flavor of candy Amy wanted.

It happened the day after he missed her delivery, so you just knew instantly. He was beating himself up.

But he did nothing wrong.

“Mathias.” You whispered, dropping to the ground to hold him up. Only then did he slow down.

Amy watched from above, shocked by his behavior. She couldn’t let the bread burn, so she exchanged quick, worried glances between him and the pan.

When he finally stopped, he was on his side, tearing up from the intense throbbing pain in his chest. You were on the ground, helping him up. To say it hurt to see him like this was an understatement. He was supposed to be the brightest person you knew, and equally as resilient. Nothing could beat him down.

So when he cried, nothing felt right in the world.

The front door creaked open.

Allen walked in with a brown bag of groceries, and what he saw made him freeze immediately. Mathias was sitting against you, struggling to breathe, but for some reason, you were staring straight at him.

He couldn’t tell what it was behind your eyes.

But he didn’t stick around to ask.

He just dropped the bag and ran.

Everything spilled all over the floor—apples, canned goods, a tub of sour cream—and he was gone.

“Can I ask you something?” Mathias muttered.

He was back in Amy’s room, sitting upright on a chair. You had been doing breathing exercises with him for the past ten minutes, only stopping to drink some water. His tears had dried into reflective trails, but his cheeks were still as red as they always were.

“Anything.”

“When was the first time Allen talked to you?”

“The day after.” You answered, not quite sure what he was getting at. And nor were you prepared for what he was about to say. But this conversation was the last of your concerns as you iced his chest.

“Well, I heard you both,” Mathias admitted, catching you in his sincerest gaze yet. And you stared back, faltering at the thought of his scrutiny.

He kept it to himself all this time. He was supposed to be an open book, yet, it was so like him to be secretive about certain things. And even more so when he sprung them up on you out of the blue.

“Well, what did we say?” Your eyes fell to his chest.

“Well,” He repeated faintly. “He said he loved you.”

Your heart clenched at the memory, then everything that could’ve pushed him to say it. Allen and Amy were the closest you had to family, even if they weren’t related to you by blood. You weren’t really their sister, but it should’ve counted by now.

As you lingered on the thought, you came to regret what you said to Allen. Not the part about Amy being his sister, but you being ‘just a friend.’

“He did.”

“Do you love him?” Mathias gazed at you attentively. He already had his answer, seeing how anguished you became, but he needed to hear you say it.

“Not in the way I love you,” You squeezed his hands, face contorting as you continued. Your heart was racing, but it felt so right to say what you’ve always wanted to say. “I would give everything to you.”

“I know. I heard you,” He closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against yours. “And I feel the same.”

“So why are you asking?”

“I wanted to know if you’ll ever forgive him,” Mathias hung his head, pressing the top of it against your chest. It took him a few moments to confess what could change everything. “Because he only really made those mistakes after what I did.”

And everything meaning how you saw him.

“So I can’t forgive myself if you don’t forgive him.”

You stared at him in shock, then disbelief.

“Mathias, he could’ve killed you. And he could’ve killed Bob if he left him any longer in his car!”

But he was so sure of himself he couldn’t even look at you. He was always praised for being selfless, kind, and unassuming, but the one who really deserved those titles had always been Allen.

“He thought I took advantage of you.”

You froze.

“And that was only because he couldn’t believe you would betray them. He found your tests, (F/N).”

You did betray them, only Amy was more forgiving about it. She’d done the exact same thing, after all.

But Allen couldn’t even fathom the idea.

“But it’s my fault, okay?” Mathias raised your hands to his eyes as they welled with tears. When he tried talking again, he could only do so in an incoherent warble. “I was out of control. I made you do it. I’m always asking for more, and I’m always holding you down even when I should know better. I’m sorry.”

Allen believed in you so much, he took his anger out on Mathias, and the thought crushed you from the inside out. What was meant to be his fault and his alone, was starting to look like all of yours.

Amelia had been running for the past ten minutes. She was furious with her brother, but she was looking for him all the same. Now that she thought about it, it had always been this way.

She found him in Baskin-Robbins, sitting at the same table you and her always used during breaks. In front of him was a scoop of half-melted vanilla, which he didn’t pay any mind to. His arms were folded, his face was buried in them, and he was sniffling.

“Hey, asshole.”

Allen could fuck up again and again. He was brash, explosive, and reckless. There were more things he did wrong than right. But he was also selfless, and so loving, it was too much to imagine a life without him.

“Ames?” He glanced up, looking like hell. Allen wiped his nose and eyes to try and hide the obvious, but it wasn’t hard to tell. “What’re you doing here?”

“Looking for you, dumbass.” She huffed, tightening her fists by her sides. “You think I’m here to work?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m not wearing my uniform. Or can you not tell because you’re squinting so hard?”

Allen turned back to his ice cream and stirred it idly. He never imagined he’d be talking to his sister so soon—at least no sooner than you, who actually responded to him. With Amy, it had been nothing but silence, and it was about to be broken with this.

“I thought you were pissed at me.” He mumbled.

“I am.” Amy fumed. Anger shot through her as she recalled everything he had ever done, but coupled with that emotion was endless sadness. “And I always will be because you’re such a fucking idiot.”

He couldn’t find it in himself to return her scorching gaze. He never could. He was too ashamed. And with everything that came out of his sister’s mouth, he retreated deeper and deeper within himself, unable to fathom the bitter hatred he was receiving.

“You know, he’s always looking for you when he’s in his playpen.” Heat rushed to her eyes, which she rubbed away before it could turn into tears. “I’m telling Bob what you did to him when he can finally understand. So you better enjoy it while it lasts.”

But the longer he listened, the clearer it became it wasn’t hatred behind her voice.

“Because when he grows up, he might not trust you like he used to. Even if he wants to.”

The words were as black as tar but sunk into him like water, and when he realized what she really meant, he looked at her with the most profound regret.

She wasn’t talking about Bob.

She was talking about herself.

He was never good at sticking around. Not around home, and not on the right side of law either. Allen was a twenty-something-year-old who had been sentenced, deployed, and nearly sentenced again.

If that wasn’t bad enough, he couldn’t keep his head straight to save his life. And the ones who suffered the consequences never deserved it.

“I’m sorry.” He let out. The second he uttered it, Amelia plowed into his arms. He hugged her back as hard as he could, knowing it was the only form of protection he could ever give. “I’m trying.”

“You try too hard.” Amy sighed.

“But I don’t know what else to do.” He shut his eyes.

“Just do what you wanna do. You don’t have to do something great for us to need you around.” She let him go, sparing him a gentle smile. It was what he needed to hear this whole time, and when he finally did, he felt the heaviest weight lifted from his chest.

“You’re our brother. And that’s good enough.”

“Are you guys gonna eat this or what?” A voice called from outside. Whoever it was, it wasn’t the twins.

You had been sitting on the bed with Bob, helping him play with his shapes. Mathias was taking a nap. Without wasting another second, you made your way to the kitchen. Standing there was your boyfriend’s classmate and fellow international student.

“Gil. Hey! How did you get in here?” You asked.

“Oh, uh, the door was kinda open, so I thought I’d just let myself in. Was I not supposed to?”

“No, it’s fine.” You bounced Bob, who was well into throwing a tantrum after being pulled away from his sorting cube—his face scrunched up, he threw his arms back, and he let out a high-pitched cry.

“Sorry. Did I come at a bad time?”

“Not at all. Amy just went out for a quick errand,” You walked back into her bedroom, collected some toys, and walked back out. Laying them all out on Bob’s play-mat, you put him down. He stopped crying. “She’ll be back soon. Oh, and you can have some of that, by the way. You know where everything is.”

“I was wondering,” He hummed, getting himself a plate to start building a taco. “Don’t mind if I do.”

Mathias walked in, rubbing his eyes.

“So, how’s Mat? Are we still up for the gym?”

“I don’t know. You can ask him,” You turned to the Dane, who looked as surprised as you did a minute ago. When it occurred to him, his face fell. He made plans with Gilbert. To be fair, it had been a long day for everybody, and nobody had eaten lunch yet.

“Oh, shoot. I’m sorry, I forgot.” He apologized.

“That’s cool! We’re still going, aren’t we?” Gilbert piped, munching on his taco. He had sour cream up his nose, which he didn’t bother getting.

“Oh, I don’t know. I don’t think so.” Mathias frowned, giving his hair a nervous rub. He turned to you with a pleading look, and fortunately, you came through.

“Mat laughed too hard and his ribs shifted.”

“Yeah.” He spun back to his friend. “Stupid, I know.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” Gilbert snorted, sliding onto a stool to keep eating. When he glanced up again, he licked the chili off his fingertips. “Sounds like something Mat would do. But we won’t go if you can’t. I was kinda tired, anyway.”

“I bet you wouldn’t have said that if I could,” Mathias remarked, joining you down on Bob’s playmat.

“Yeah, well, you can’t.”

“I’m still sorry, though.”

“It’s whatever, man. I’d rather you get better sooner than later. Somebody’s gotta win that tournament!”

Mathias gave him a wordless stare.

“Right.” He smiled. “I will.”

It used to be all he could think about, but he had to put boxing on the back burner. He did ever since he got injured. But somehow, it felt different now than back then. He just didn’t have the same drive.

“Gil, are you sure you don’t wanna go to the gym?”

“I don’t wanna go by myself, though.”

“I’ll come.”

“Are you sure? I mean, Amy isn’t back, so who’s gonna look after Bob?” He asked, finishing his taco.

Mathias hugged you from behind, burying his face in your back. You let him, sensing a drop in his mood, and, well, something else too. Protest. You turned to him with a slight frown, completely stumped.

A key slotted in the front door.

You didn’t want to leave Mathias by himself, but anybody could see that he felt terrible for flaking. Just as you were about to double down, Allen and Amy walked inside, arguing about Bob.

“I’m not saying you can’t be alone with him. You just have to work on your temper first.” She explained.

“But that takes time. And who else is gonna look after him while you guys are at work?” He asked.

It looked like they made up with each other.

“You could bring Bob next door.”

“And be supervised while I’m supervising?”

“For a bit.”

“That’s just embarrassing! And it’s not like I’m gonna leave the house. If I do, I can use the baby carrier.” Allen defended, exasperated beyond comprehension. “I’ll just be going down to Whole Foods. I think I can manage bringing Bob there and back in one piece.”

“He’s gotta be more than just in ‘one piece.’ Like not half-conscious.” She raised her brows.

“It’s not like I’m gonna beat up Mathias again.”

Gilbert ‘uhhed’ nervously.

“He beat up Mat?” He whispered at you. This was his first interaction he had with your so-called brother, and he was even scarier up close. What he was hearing didn’t help these first impressions, either. “How in the hell did he manage to do that?”

“It’s a long story.” You replied sheepishly.

“But I won’t argue with that. That was my fault.” Allen shook his head in dismay. Even then, he wasn’t prepared to drop the subject. If there was one thing he wanted to get right, it was looking after Bob.

“Damn right, it was.”

“I just want you guys to trust me again.”

“We will. We just need time. Just like how you need time to learn how to change a diaper.” Amy assured.

“I know how to change a diaper.” Gilbert mumbled, turning Allen’s head to him. He sunk into his neck, instantly regretting his mindless comment as he caught those piercing red eyes. “Kind of. Not really.”

“Who are you?”

“Er, nobody.”

“That’s my friend,” Mathias explained, peering over your shoulder. “Gilbert. I go to school with him.”

“Great. Another guy.” Allen grumbled, lifting the pot lid so he could scoop himself some chili. He dropped a spoon in, walked to the living room where you were, and sat on the couch. “Just what we needed.”

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One more night

[Boxer! Denmark x reader] 6

Word count: 2, 905 Rating: MA+ for strong language and adult themes. Some content may be upsetting for readers. Proceed with caution.

One more night - 6

If we have each other

Allen couldn’t fathom it.

Not your tone, expression, or the balling in your fists. Your voice was wrought with poisonous hatred, and the glare in your eyes seared into him like a branding. It was all foreign to him, being loathed by someone who was supposed to love him.

“You left a baby in the car.”

“I’m sorry,” He stumbled out, face red with shame. Seeing your chest heave with the anger you had yet to let out left him panicking. “I’m sorry.”

“What the fuck?”

No amount of apologies could make up for what he did, and yet, here he was, clinging to the slim chance of forgiveness by doing what he always had to.

“It’s the hottest time of the fucking year and you left Bob in the fucking car! How could you?” You cried, pushing him back a few steps. “How could you?”

“I didn’t mean to,” He let out, breath hitching to your strong shoves. “But I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” You gripped his tank. Allen closed his eyes, unable to bear the way you looked at him. Tears were running down your face, contorted by pain and betrayal. “You could’ve killed him!”

Amelia left her room, alerted by the fight outside. Hearing that last sentence was all she needed to know what you were crying about.

Without a word, she marched up to Allen, nostrils flaring and expression tense, and slapped him.

You watched it happen. His cheeks were already swollen from being punched that day, but none of that mattered to Amelia, let alone you.

It hurt, and it wasn’t the harsh stinging that made his eyes water. It was watching you two leave.

He was alone again, torn from the only thing he had left. Only this time, he did that himself.

“It smells,” Amelia mumbled from the backseat. There was a faint stink of vomit left in the car and even fainter traces of it on the booster. Needless to say, Bob wasn’t sitting in it, and found comfort in his mother’s lap. The conditioner was on full blast too.

“I can clean it when we get home,” You answered, stopping at an intersection. The sun was still high, and the warm daylight was as formidable as always.

The neighborhood was quiet between noon and the evening. Rush hour had yet to arrive, but depending on Bob’s hospital visit, there was no saying whether you’d get stuck in it on the way back.

“I still can’t believe it,” Amelia stared out the window.

“Believe what?”

“That Allen could do it again,” She kept staring, but knew what face you were making. This wasn’t just a trip down memory lane. It was a replay of the worst point of your lives. “He never fucking learns. He should be glad that Mathias isn’t pressing charges.”

Hearing the undeniable truth was sobering.

“It’s funny,”

She wore a mirthless smile as she continued.

“The people I trust always fuck up somehow.”

Allen cocooned himself on the couch.

With his headphones on and face buried into the cushion, he made an imaginary bedroom of his own. As much as he wanted to hole himself up, to hide from everyone and everything, there was nowhere to go in the apartment. So he retreated into his mind.

“So, how’s Mathias doing?”

“He says he’s okay,” You sighed, walking with her to the hospital entrance. A few people came and went, walking in and out of the front door. Some with balloons, others with flowers. “But he says that after every boxing match. I don’t think he’s doing too well.”

“Right. Is he getting surgery for anything?”

“He’s getting stitches on his head. He also has a broken rib, which has to heal by itself.”

“Shit,” Amelia frowned. “How is he gonna box?”

“He can’t.”

Mathias was ready to go. When you found him, he was standing next to a vending machine, snacking on a packet of peanuts. Seeing him was like a breath of fresh air in the otherwise suffocating hospital halls.

“Mat!”

He turned to your voice, eyes wide to take you in.

“(F/N), hey!” His arms spread on instinct. Before you collided with his chest like always, you stopped, mindful of his injury. He looked at you, confused, and you watched as a lightbulb practically went over his head. “Oh, right--still healing.”

“Of course you’re still healing,” You began, breathless for words. Your arms went around his waist in a loose hug, which he happily returned. “But how are you feeling? What did the doctors say?”

Mathias was thrilled to see you straight out of surgery. The pain was secondary to joy when he became everything you could think about.

“Oh, I feel okay.” He grinned eagerly. “They said I’m lucky I’m a boxer. I can tough it out, you know?”

You didn’t respond. But the skeptical look in your eyes did all the talking. The next thing he knew, his shirt was up, and you were inspecting the bruising on his chest. Seeing the color drain from your face left him scrambling to ease the atmosphere.

“It’s fine. It can heal by itself.” He insisted, lowering the garment. But you didn’t let him.

The purple marks were long and thin, so they came from one thing and one thing only—a baseball bat.

“I swear to God,” You raised a hand to shield your eyes. You never thought this could come from your mouth, but with the growing anguish in your throat, anything could slip out. “I’m gonna kill him.”

Mathias sighed. He wanted to be angry. He really did. He had to forget about boxing until his ribs stopped hurting. He couldn’t go to the gym either.

“Come on,” He squeezed your hand. “Let’s go home.”

That would set him back miles, and yet, he was thinking about something else entirely; you, Allen, and where he fit in in all of it.

How did everything come to this?

“Home?”

“Yeah. Back to mine,” He turned to you with a frown. “Unless you can’t. That’s totally fine.”

“Oh, no. I was actually thinking you’d come to mine.” You pulled him along, watching his face scrunch up.

“What? But what about—”

“Amelia won’t mind. We’ll have a room to ourselves.” You continued. “Allen will just have to deal with it.”

There was no way you were letting Mathias live alone. Not when he kept slapping ‘it’s fine’ on anything and everything. And definitely not when pneumonia was a thing. He needed help getting back on his feet, and that was how the four of you came to live together in a cramped, two-bedroom apartment.

Allen woke up to the door opening, followed by the shuffling of too many feet. Turning to the sound, he glared at the tallest member of the group. They had a duffel bag, which could only mean one thing.

“Great,” He sat up. “He’s sleeping over, now?

“This is my apartment just as much as it is yours,” You led Mathias to your bedroom without sparing him so little as a glance. “You should’ve thought twice before you decided to beat him up.”

“Don’t want our future heavyweight champ risking pneumonia.” Amelia stared at her brother as she trailed behind. Even in silence, she could read him like a book. Allen was tense all over, and he was doing his damndest to hold himself together.

But she’d drive the stake in with this comment.

“Karma’s a bitch.”

Mathias set his things down by your bedside table.

“So, how are we doing sleeping arrangements?”

It was a no-brainer, but he always liked hearing you put everything into words.

“Good question,” You held your hips. It wasn’t so much the limited space that posed a problem. “Because there’s no way we can use my bed tonight.”

“Why not?” He asked. “We’ve used it before.”

“When you didn’t have a broken rib.” You made your way to the closet and searched the shelves for extra blankets. “I didn’t feel bad for sleeping on you, then. But I’m trying to be careful here.”

“Oh.” Mathias made a face. He watched you pull out a folded-up blanket with a slight frown. Without a second thought, he lifted it out of your arms and dropped it on the floor. “It’s okay. I can do it myself.”

“You’re not sleeping on the floor.”

“Yeah, well, you’re not not sleeping on a bed.”

“This is why I wanted you to live here,” You sighed, squeezing his hand. “You don’t know when to stop.”

The Dane opened his mouth to argue, which only proved your point more. Seeing your knowing smile made him look to the side. It was rare to see him so quiet, and when he was quiet, he was shy.

Mathias was irresistible when he was timid for a change. So you pulled him down for a few pecks on the lips. His cheeks flushed pink, and he closed his eyes for more. With your hand on his neck, he craned his head to the side, mouth damp with desire.

Before he could do so little as brush against you, Amelia walked in with Bob in her arms.

“You guys can use my room, by the way.”

You never pulled away so fast. Mathias, on the other hand, never removed his coils from your waist.

“Really?”

“Yeah, since I have the biggest bed and all,” Her expression turned sour at that, and you would soon find out why. “Just don’t fuck on it or anything.”

“We’re not gonna—”

“Yeah, yeah. You two are like rabbits.” Amelia waved you off dismissively. “Remember, we have thin walls.”

Watching you heat up was almost enough to make the suggestion worth it. Almost.

“Ugh,” You hid your face. How Mathias kept a poker face during it was beyond you, but it quickly became apparent he was thinking about something else entirely. “Mat, help me pack up these blankets.”

“Okay,” He murmured, lifting up one side of the blanket to fold it with you. He turned pink again, but the question was gnawing at him too much to not ask it. “Are we not having sex while I’m here?”

“Really not in the mood for this, Mat.”

“Okay, okay. I was just asking.”

Allen never joined in for dinner. Instead, he stood on the balcony next to his plants, watching the street at night. His neighbors were lively as usual. He could hear them downstairs, chatting in Spanish. But they weren’t loud enough to drown out the voices inside.

You, Amelia, and Mathias were gathered around the dining table, eating and laughing.

The scene made him lose his appetite, not that a few cigarettes didn’t already. He still had one between his fingers. You should’ve marched over and tossed it over the balcony, but you weren’t thinking of him.

Allen took a deep inhale of his cigarette. When he breathed out the smoke, a tear fell from his eye.

“So, how many stitches did you get?”

“Six.” Mathias stood up and spun around. “See?”

On the back of his head was a small bald spot, and in that spot, a freshly-healed gash.

“Shit.” Amelia cringed.

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. It was infuriating to think a bat wasn’t the only weapon used, but your boyfriend’s optimism was infectious.

“It doesn’t really hurt because I took pain meds.”

“You know you’re partially bald, right?” You let out.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah.”

Mathias sucked in a sharp breath and darted off to the bathroom. You and Amelia exchanged knowing glances before mumbling this together.

“He’s not gonna see it.”

When he came back, his shoulders were slumped.

“I couldn’t see it.”

Before you all hit the hay, Amelia suggested a quick game of monopoly. It was a nice distraction from what happened, especially when Bob joined in. He played the thimble, Amelia played the boot, you played the dog, and Mathias played the ship.

“Do you wanna buy Piccadilly for two-hundred and eighty dollars?” The Dane held up a yellow card.

Bob gave him a blank stare from Amelia’s lap.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Here you go!”

“Maybe we should assume he wants every fourth property or something,” You commented mindlessly. “Because he’s racking up a lot of rent.”

“That’s what Bob would’ve wanted,” Mathias said, duckwalking to the bank. “Okay. That’s twenty dollars change. Now, you’ve got the whole set.”

“Amy, it’s your turn.”

“Huh? Oh. I thought I was still in jail.”

After Bob won, the game was packed away.

Amelia collected some of her things before she left. Placing them into Bob’s crib, she moved it to your bedroom like a trolley. Not a moment passed before she ran back for a hug, which you returned tenfold.

“That was good,” You sighed, staring up at the dim ceiling. “Amelia won’t say it, but she missed you.”

Mathias insisted to keep the lamp on. He was laying flat on his side, head rolled to you. It was well past ten, and he could barely keep his eyes open.

“We had fun.”

“That’s good.” He yawned.

“Do you want me to turn the lights off?”

“No.” He frowned, closing his eyes. “I wanna talk.”

“Okay. I guess you can keep listening.” You smiled.

He smiled back, but without opening his eyes.

“I’m sorry about Allen,” You whispered, heart heavy as you uttered the words. “I’m not defending him, but he’s always had a lot against men.”

Mathias never interrupted as you spoke.

“I don’t blame him for that, but I’m blaming him for this. I can’t forgive him for what he did.”

“I’m not mad,” He admitted, finally opening his eyes. His expression was unreadable. When he talked to you like this and looked at you like this, it was impossible to tell if he was only saying these things. The only way to know was to ask.

“I don’t believe that.”

“But it’s true. Kinda.”

“Kinda?”

“I’m not mad at him,” Mathias sighed, reaching out to hold your shoulder. Not a few seconds passed before you moved his hand down to your waist. He pulled you in and pressed his forehead against yours. “I’m just mad at how everything turned out.”

“But he beat you up,” You breathed out, feeling a light tremble in your voice. He kissed you, but that didn’t stop you from saying what you needed to say. “He hurt you and messed with your boxing career! How is that not something to be mad about?”

“It’s okay. I can heal.”

“I’m mad about it.” You wiped your eyes as the first few tears spilled out. “I’ll never forgive him.”

“You don’t have to,” Mathias wiped your tears away. The effort proved fruitless as more streamed out at what he said next. “But you should know that he did it for you. And I don’t blame him for that.”

It never crossed his mind until this conversation, but he asked about your tests, which, fortunately, were all negative. As much as he liked the idea of starting something new with you, he wanted to do it right.

Allen was in the kitchen when you got there, whipping up some breakfast over the stove.

“You want oatmeal?” He asked, back turned to you.

“I’m okay.” You opened the fridge and took out a few eggs. Cracking them into the pan next to him, you didn’t speak the whole time you cooked. But the face you made did all the talking; it hurt to be around him.

“You guys played monopoly without me?”

“We had four players.”

“A baby doesn’t count as a player.”

You didn’t respond and placed two slices of bread into the toaster. He watched you for a few moments before returning to his pot.

“Are you just not gonna talk to me?” Allen sighed, giving his oatmeal a quick stir. His question was answered almost immediately, causing his chest to tighten. He hated your lack of attention to him, but not so much as the distance.

He couldn’t stand it, and it had only been a day.

“Can you please talk to me?”

He poured his food into a bowl and turned to you.

But you wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry. About Bob, and about Mathias. You don’t have to forgive me, and that’s fine,” He continued. Allen hated forcing his way like this, but standing in front of you was the only way he could get you to stay. “I don’t have any excuses, I know.”

“Can you let me go to my bedroom?”

“Not until you hear me out.” Allen lifted the plates out of your hands and placed them on the counter.

“Allen—”

“I’m sorry, okay?”

He held your face as his tone grew desperate.

“But I miss you. And I love you. You know that.”

You wanted to pull away from him, but your body wouldn’t allow it. Seeing him look at you this way was like taking a bat and swinging it at your resolve.

“I—” Your gaze fell to the floor.

Allen was always high-strung about you. Whether it was familial, platonic, or something else, you hated the profound hold that fact held over you. It was impossible to stay upset at him, but you would never forgive yourself if you forgave him.

At least not this easily.

“I love Mat,” You let out. “And I don’t wanna think about anyone else right now.”

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One more night - 5 Together

I know to be there When and where, I’ll be there

A hospital was many things.

It was the beginning and end for most. A place where people went to heal, or to die. How you’d imagine that to smell was exactly what the hallways reeked of; antiseptic, soap, and disease.

You waited outside during the surgery.

Tightening your arms around yourself, you tried taming the sick churning in your stomach, but to no avail. The day was already off to a rough start.

On the way here, Amelia wouldn’t stop crying about the pain. You could barely focus on the road.

As the operation continued, you wondered how things would’ve been if Allen was here. He would’ve driven faster, ran the red lights, and even carried her in. He could be inside the room with her, too.

But he wasn’t, so Amelia was all alone.

“Amy!” Running into the recovery room with bated breath, you found her half-awake, lying in bed.

In her arms was her newborn baby.

“Hey,” She smiled weakly. When she reached out with a hand, you took it with a firm grasp. An unbearable sadness took hold of you when your fingers folded together.

It was bad right up to the end, but it was finally over.

“I’m so proud of you.” You let out, voice trembling.

After her break-up and Allen’s arrest, her life seemed to fall apart. You were a witness to all of it. For most of her pregnancy, you became everything and everyone to her. You were all she had.

“But I’m sorry I couldn’t be in the room with you.”

Amelia, having caught on to your quiet tears, also began to tear up. She never said it, but she would forever linger on that fact. Nobody saw her deliver, and it wreaked her heart with loneliness.

“If it weren’t for you, he wouldn’t be here,” She wiped the wet streaks from her cheeks. When you saw the way she looked at you, everything became worth it.

“I wouldn’t be here either.”

Mathias had been warming up for a boxing match when you called. He showed up as fast as he could.

He found you in the grocery store, losing your wits.

“I’m staying over tonight,” He whispered into your ear. His arm was around your waist as the cashier scanned everything. “I hope that’s okay.”

You looked at him like he was crazy, and only because he needed to ask.

He stunk of sweat that day. Mathias never changed out of his boxing shorts either, and had only his silky robes to keep him warm. The smell and touch of his skin was comforting, but he had more to offer than his presence; he bought you a week’s worth of food.

Among the groceries you never could’ve afforded were a few tins of baby formula. To say he was a lifesaver would’ve been an understatement.

It wasn’t just you he was helping, after all.

“Uh, I know I’m kinda late, but—” Mathias trudged out of the bathroom with a towel around his hip.

You were organizing the kitchen when he appeared.

“—I don’t have any clothes.”

You held a pair of boxers over his pelvis. He was relieved to use some fresh underwear, but the coincidence called for some questions.

“These should fit you,” Handing it to him, he peered down at it as you rummaged for more.

“Thanks,” Mathias murmured, loosening his towel so he could put it on. “Whose underwear are these?”

“Allen’s.”

It was the first time he had ever heard about him.

“Amelia’s brother.”

“She has a brother?” He blinked, taking the shirt you just found. “How come I’ve never seen him?”

“He’s in prison,” You admitted, closing the bottom compartment of the closet. When you stood up, a smile graced your lips. “He’s a good guy. All he ever thought about was us. It was never about him.”

His head was down while he sat at the dining table. Set in front of him was a hot plate of pasta. It was cheap, easy, but tasty—something you couldn’t help making every now and then.

“Hey, I’m sorry.” Mathias glanced up.

“Don’t be,” You stared him in the eye. His voice was thick with remorse, and you didn’t doubt it for a second. “You didn’t mean anything by it.”

There was always something disarming about him. Mathias was one of the few people who could be trusted with anything, and you did so without a shadow of a doubt. He was a burning constant, his kindness as sure as the sun.

“Wanna go on a morning run with me tomorrow?”

“And wake up at six?” You rose your brows, stifling a nervous laugh. “No thanks. I like my sleep.”

“Come on! It’ll help!” Mathias pulled you in, much to your reluctance. You could only be so far from him in your single bed, keyword, single. “Ever wonder how I’m so happy all the time? It’s ‘cause I move a lot.”

“I thought it was just who you were.”

“Oh?”

“You just seem like a happy person,” You shrugged, watching him smile with his eyes. It was a sight you would never get tired of. “I really like that about you.”

“Are you just saying that because you don’t wanna exercise with me?” He laughed breathily, burying his face into your chest. As bold and boisterous as he could be, he had a particular weakness for words.

“Of course not.”

The blonde fuzz of his hair tickled your chin, and you responded by nestling your head into it.

“Thanks for staying with me, Mat.” You held onto his neck. He reciprocated exactly how you thought he would; he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your collarbone. “I really needed you here.”

You never ended up joining his run, but that didn’t matter when he came right back to have breakfast. After having some eggs together, you both parted ways to seize the day. When night fell, he ran home.

This might only be until Amelia was discharged, but it was the happiest he’d ever been. Living with you felt like a dream, and he never wanted to wake up.

Together, to be Together and be

Mathias blinked his eyes open. He was back in his apartment, sprawled over his couch like he hadn’t slept in years. The first thing he knew was the deep ache in his chest—what a dream that was.

He couldn’t decide whether it was a good one or not.

Not that he could do much of any thinking when someone knocked on his door, demanding his immediate attention. The boxer ambled over and answered it, unsuspecting of any and all harm.

It was the last person he expected, just like how he showed up uninvited once. But instead of a bouquet of flowers, his guest brought a less-than-savory gift, which took the form of a powerful sucker punch.

Mathias staggered backward, feeling an explosion of pain in the center of his face. Blood trickled from his nose, which dripped from his chin and into his hand.

“Wha—?” He spluttered, eyes wide with shock.

“Let’s cut to the chase,” Allen pulled his hand back. His frown was wrought with poisonous anger, and his tone, bitingly cold. “I told you not to fuck around with her. And what did you just do?”

He swung at his jaw, turning his head to the punch.

“You fucked around. Now, I’m gonna fuck you up.”

The Summer heat was unforgiving. It was especially unbearable in cars left to bake under the sun.

Bob was still strapped in, alone and sitting in the backseat. He was fine for a few minutes until the temperature shot up, giving rise to discomfort.

And seeing that Allen wasn’t there, he began to cry.

But nobody heard him.

“So, did you think of a name yet?” You asked, pulling a chair over to sit at her bedside. She looked much livelier than when she first arrived, which was a relief.

“I don’t have any ideas,” Amelia sighed, glancing down at her baby. “I’m really bad with names.”

“Well, you gotta think of something.”

“We should’ve thought of this before. But worst comes to worst, we come up with something random just so he can be documented.”

“Oh my God.”

“As much as I’d like to keep calling him ‘the bub,’ papers are a thing.” She leaned over to the bedside table and found her phone. You watched her scroll for a moment before piping up again.

“Are you looking up a list of baby names?”

“Previously on Scream Queens,” Amelia looked at you coyly as it became apparent she was doing anything but. “Today is the day I declare my intention to run for president of Kappa house.”

“I have no words.”

“What? I need to get my creative juices flowing!”

She was the most last-minute person you’d probably ever meet. She made up for that with humor, and you hated how well it worked.

“You know what—” Your hands went up in resolution. Hearing that, Amelia knew she’d have her mind made in the next few seconds. “—since you like calling him ‘the bub,’ how about we call him something similar?”

“Like what?”

“Bob.”

“Bob. I kinda like that.” She laughed, much to your amazement. “Let’s call him Bob.”

In truth, she had been waiting for you to come up with a name. Amelia always thought of Bob as a gift from you, so she couldn’t have it any other way.

You thought it was the other way around.

But the specifics didn’t matter when you both took an equal part in looking after him.

Allen was still not back. The heat was getting intense, and so was Bob’s crying. As he wailed in the booster, tears ran down his flushed face.

“You can try,” Mathias glared, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. Blood smeared across his cheek, but it was better there than in his mouth. “Because you can’t beat me.”

“I know,” Allen revealed the bat behind his back.

The boxer’s face fell.

“That’s why I brought this.”

After returning home from work, you and Amelia took a quick shower. She turned on the TV while you grabbed a snack. The trash can didn’t have a new bag, so you assumed Allen just took it out.

“Hurry up and get your big butt over here,” She threw her head back. “Scream Queens is on.”

“Hold on. Do you want an ice cream sandwich?”

“Sure.”

You walked over and handed her the frozen treat. While the episode played, this question sat in the back of your mind. Where did Allen go that he needed his car? Turning to Amelia, who wouldn’t stop cackling every five seconds, you let it go.

“You’re crazy.” Mathias breathed, looking at the bat, then the wielder. With a weapon, the odds were even. “Are you seriously gonna hit me with that thing?”

“I don’t know, you gonna keep asking questions?”

“Listen. I didn’t do anything to her.”

“Don’t play dumb with me, asshole.” Allen scoffed, circling him like prey. “I know what you did. I found her tests in the trash. That means—”

Mathias froze.

“—you took advantage of her.”

He couldn’t even ask about the results before being accused. Forced to defend himself, he swallowed the agony that came from anticipation.

“And that means you were everything I thought you’d be.” Allen swung his bat, ready to strike. And he would’ve gone straight for the face if it weren’t for what Mathias mumbled under his breath.

“Did she tell you that?”

“What?”

“Did she tell you that, or did you have to find out yourself?” Mathias repeated, looking him straight in the eye. If he wanted him to stop playing dumb, he’d get exactly what he bargained for.

“What difference does that make?”

“If she never told you—” The Dane rose both his brows. “—that means she never trusted you.”

“Bullshit,” Allen hissed. “You’re just saying that because you don’t wanna own up to what you did.”

“But I didn’t do anything!” Mathias rose his voice, red-faced and exasperated. Blood streamed faster from his nose. “Everything we do is consensual!”

“As if! You’re telling me that she’d be dumb enough to not use protection. Which she isn’t.” Allen pointed at him angrily. “She’d never do that to us. Never.”

“Then you don’t know her like you thought you did.”

“I don’t know her? You don’t know her!”

“Is that right?” Mathias scoffed, feeling a strong pang of annoyance. “Then why would she tell me everything? Why would she talk to me about you?”

“Oh, yeah? And what did she say?”

Allen would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious.

“That you’re overprotective.”

“That’s normal! Who else is gonna look after her?”

“Look after her?” Mathias glared. A switch was flipped, and everything he kept a lid on came spilling out like a broken dam. “You’re the reason she’s so tired all the time! It’s because she’s working her ass off looking after you!”

“Don’t talk about our relationship.”

“She doesn’t wanna be stuck with you anymore!”

“I’m warning you, asshole.” Allen hissed. He could be level-headed in an argument, but the second he heard that, self-control was behind him. “Shut up.”

Mathias never refused something so vehemently before.

“Maybe that’s why she agreed,” He murmured, his eyes downcast. “Because she wanted a way out with me. And since she was afraid of what you’d think, she hid it from you.”

Allen heated up with mortification, then unbridled rage.

“Fuck you!” He roared, swinging his bat into his stomach as hard as he could. A ‘thwack’ was heard, followed by a loud grunt.

Mathias hunched over and winced—the pain was so sharp, he nearly let the man hit him a second time. Before the bat could slam into him again, he caught it with a hand.

The other tried ripping it away from him, but to no avail. The boxer’s strength was unparalleled. While the bat trembled in their hands, Allen’s on the handle and Mathias’s on the barrel, they gritted their teeth and glowered at each other.

“Let go of my bat, pal.”

“You let go first, ven. Then, we can have a fair fight.”

“You think I care to fight fair?” Allen headbutted him. “Life isn’t fair. And I fight to win.”

However, Mathias didn’t budge. Instead, he returned the favor, and without holding back—his skull slammed into Allen’s, causing blood to ooze from where they touched.

“In that case, I don’t wanna fight you.”

“Why?” Allen grimaced, breath shaky. “You scared you gonna lose?”

Mathias swung at his face so fast, he never saw it coming. Spit sprayed from his mouth, and before he could even look back at the boxer, his face was swung at again—then again, and again. He took blow after blow until he was beaten black and blue.

Even then, he scraped together what he had left to punch back.

Mathias dodged it with ease, landing one final blow and sending him to the ground.

“I told you you couldn’t beat me.” He panted over him. Seeing Allen limp on the ground led him to the mistake of turning his back on him.

It only took a few seconds for the man to rise, reach for the glass on the dining table, and smash it across the back of his head. Mathias froze deathly still, his eyes wide with shock. Soon, his consciousness betrayed him, and he collapsed to the floor.

“Also, the tests were negative.” Allen stood up with a grunt. “Fuckin’ punk.”

When he left the apartment, his car came into view on the side of the street. The second he saw the booster in the backseat, his heart sank. He ran to the vehicle and ripped the door open.

Bob puked all over himself and had been crying for God knows how long.

“What the fuck happened to him?” Amelia cried, rushing Allen into the bathroom.

“He overheated,” was all he could answer.

“No shit! I meant to ask how he overheated!”

With the half-conscious child in his arms and guilt so heavy, he could barely stand. Fortunately, he could get on his knees the second he got to the bathtub. Before he laid Bob in the shallow pool of lukewarm water, his sister shot an arm in front of him.

“Wait.”

A few seconds later, you barreled in.

“Lukewarm water. The doctor said lukewarm water, not cold.”

“Okay, go.” Amelia urged, watching Allen lower Bob into the tub.

The second he touched the water, she took over and sponge-bathed him. Her movements were fast and ungainly, and she was wiping her eyes half the time. You scrambled over to help her, chest tight with a lump in your throat.

Nothing this serious happened to Bob before, and nobody was ready.

You just got off the phone with Mathias.

He wound up in hospital with broken ribs, lacerations, and a bad concussion. When he told you he’d heal up in no time, the relief was short-lived. He also told you who did it. And that person just walked out of Amelia’s bedroom.

“Who was that on the phone?” Allen asked, but the churning in his stomach indicated he already knew.

“Mathias.”

He never explained how Bob overheated, but he didn’t have to. Disappearing for a suspiciously long time, coming back with a broken nose, and smelling like vomit—he could have killed Bob, and for what?

“You’re sick.”

Next chapter: If we have each other

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