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dejwrld · 7 months

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— in which the heir to the biggest mafia/yakuza in japan is in an arranged marriage with a foreigner & it turns into a wicked jealous filled obsession. inspo from happy together by the turtles

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, her/she pronouns, female pet names, yandere themes, yandere!ushijima, mentions of violence, mentions of blood, mentions of murder, mentions of gore, yakuza/mafia au, choking kink, character death, possessive!ushijima, ooc!ushijima (only said ooc cause he does not act like the way he acts in hq), toxic relationship, ushijima father slaps him in one part, arranged marriage au // minors dni ! repost from old account!

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HOW COULD SOMEONE’S HANDS FEEL SO COLD? That thought lingered in the back of your mind when you felt Ushijima Wakatoshi’s hand placed on the lower part of your back as you waltzed around the venue. You remembered how his touch felt so cold that it sent a shiver down your spine even though minutes ago you complained about how hot you were in the vintage well-tailored white dress. You never expected your life to change suddenly due to your father. It was a bit comical considering that he got you into this marriage and didn’t even bother to show up to walk you down the aisle.

You felt like a sheep among some vicious hungry wolves. You had no friends in Japan. You had no family in Japan. Just Ushijima and his circle. You couldn’t even contact your family unless they contacted you first. You would think that you were the president’s daughter, but you were only one of the richest men in the world's daughter. That came with consequences. Your life was always under a microscope. Eat this. Dress this way. Don’t date this person. Attend this university. You didn’t actually think you’d be scribbling ‘have an assassination threat on your head’ off your Bingo card.

So here you were, bound with Ushijima Wakatoshi for your safety and the future of your family. You should have known that an arranged marriage was going to be put on the table. Someone would question why a foreigner has been hanging around the notorious family that controls more than eight districts in Japan. You planned to lay low, enjoy your time in Japan, maybe go back to school, and then when your father contacted Ushijima’s father, go back home. But the thing is, you knew that there wasn’t any going back home. For all you know, your father could have been dead. The thing is you knew this marriage wasn’t going to be rainbows and sunshine, Ushijima didn’t even smile as you waltzed down the aisle in a room of strangers. You remembered the deadpan look he gave you, but that last dance is what caused your stomach to form the most horrendous knots as he brought you closer. You could feel his breath trickle at your earlobe before he whispered, “The only one for me is you, and you for me. We both have a lot on the line when it comes to this fuckin’ marriage. We’re stuck with each other, so let’s make sure this work.”

Even though he uttered those words in your ear over two months ago, you and Ushijima just couldn’t work. It wasn’t like you weren’t putting in the effort, you did. You even learned how to cook some of his favorite dishes and even then, you still were met with a harsh cold steel door. You remembered vividly when it seemed like a switch was turned on in his head. You sat in the living room like the pretty wife you were. The diamond ring on your wedding finger glistened under the family mansion light, you hated to admit that Ushijima picked out a beautiful ring when there wasn’t much meaning behind it. You were confused about why you and Ushijima were summoned here in the first place. It wasn’t like you two were doing anything romantic anyway, just you watching the maids cater to him due to him partying the previous night. When you heard the harsh footsteps and your eyes watched as men bowed as the Takashi Utsui entered the room. By the looks of his face, he looked pissed and your mind instantly panicked. You toyed with the ends of your dress as you watch Ushijima stand up with urgency to greet his father.

Your eyes bulged outward when you heard and witnessed the harsh slap Takashi placed against Ushijima’s cheek. The room was so silent and you observed everyone in the room. No one bulged at the action as if it happened before. You watched as one of Takashi’s men rushed to his side handing him a folder. He opened it with urgency revealing the photo of Ushijima in a club the previous night. A woman was on his lap kissing his neck. Your eyes instantly lowered in embarrassment. Even though this marriage had no love, you still felt a form of humiliation.

“What did I tell you before you said I do to that woman right there?” Takashi’s finger points at you.

Ushijima's jaw clenched tightly as if he was holding back an explosive bomb.

“Huh? I can’t seem to hear you.” Takashi stepped forward toward his son. His head tilted to the side as he was trying to hear Ushijima’s words.

“That if I embarrass her, I’m dishonoring my family,” Ushijima said.

“And?” Takashi asked.

“And she’s a part of the family now,” Ushijima said.

Your heart was beating so hard at the word. You watched as Takashi's fingers combed through his hair. He let out a sigh to calm himself down before he’s walking over to you extending his hand for you to take. You hesitantly took it as he helped you up, walking by his angry son to walk into the family garden in the backyard. Your hand grasped at his arm as you walked by his side. The sweet scent of the Cherry Blossom tree that was in their backyard. You remembered Ushijima mentioning that his father got the tree grown in the backyard because his mother adored the scent of when the petals free-fell to the ground. However, even though his parents divorced his father still made sure the tree was taken care of.

“I want you to go out,” His father commented as he was walking around the garden. He could feel your grasp upon his arm tighter, “You’ve been trapped up in the house while my reckless son goes out and embarrasses our family,” He commented.

“I don’t know anyone to go out with sir,” You commented. “I would rather be home, especially considering that it would only be a burden. Do I need to remind you, that I have a hit out on me?” You pointed it out.

You watched as his lips formed a straight line, “Of course. I won’t let you go out alone, you’ll be with my assistant and her friends. Plus, I’m sure I’ll have some men in there if you need them,” he reminded.

You would look at him before simply nodding, not bothering to argue with him once again. “Okay.” was the only thing you said before he let go of your hand.

“Please enjoy your time out. I would hate to have to tell your father you hate it here.” He responded. “You deserve to be happy and I’ll be sure to ensure that.”

You forced a smile on your face which seems like you were doing that a lot. The sweet scent of the cherry blossoms lingered up your nostrils before you were speaking once again, “Okay, thank you.” You gave his arm a squeeze and a kind smile before departing to go back into the luxury home.

You were expecting to be met by Ushijima, but he was nowhere to be found. It didn’t particularly shock you, he got embarrassed in front of everyone. You were expecting to be met with your usual driver who hardly spoke to you unless you spoke to him first but instead was met with Tendou and Kai. Your eyebrows raised as you stared at him, “Let me guess, you’re taking me home.” You sighed and you didn’t get an answer, but you did follow them outside the huge mansion.

When you got in the SUV, you would sit in the back instantly indulging in the things on your phone before you heard Kai’s voice. “He actually does care about you, you know?”

You would shake your head, “Has a funny way of showing it.” You answered.

“But, please do not do something tonight that will upset him,” Tendo warned as his fingertips tapped at the steering wheel.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “He gets to go out and act a damn fool, but wants to lose his mind if I do the same,” You kissed your teeth. “I’m going to go out and have so much fun like his father said to do.”

The remaining amount of time in the car was quiet before you were dropped off at the luxury mansion that you resided in. Despite you decorating the huge mansion to your liking, it still didn’t feel like home. You were greeted by one of the maids, and you would only tell her that she could take the day off, especially considering that you believed today was one of her children's birthdays.

“But Mr.—“ The maid's words were cut off by you.

“I will handle him. You guys can have the rest of the day off. Go enjoy your child’s birthday,” You explained as you watched her face light up before she walked away to grab her things.

FOR ONCE YOU WERE ENJOYING YOURSELF. As you were at the bar attempting to flag down one of the bartenders, you could feel a male figure squeeze himself next to you and the countless others at the bar. His tall stature towered over you as you attempted once again to get the bartender’s attention. However, the man interjected whistling and getting the bartender’s attention.

“That’s the trick, to get their attention,” He commented as he gave you a smile that you returned. It was like a bird calling as the bartender flocked to him effortlessly. “This beautiful young woman has been trying to get your attention. I’ve told you guys about not being aware of the customers in front of you.” He warned.

“Sorry sir, it’s a bit hectic back here.” The bartender apologized as his eyes traveled to you. But when he noticed who you were, he looked away with quickness. “What can I get you?”

You would ignore his sudden break of eye contact and begin to list the drinks your section wanted. “Could you get them served to that section also?” You pointed to the section on the left of the club. “Add an extra bottle and just charge it to Ushijima Wakatoshi’s card.”

The gentlemen next to you eyebrows raised as he was trying to mentally put a face to the name that fell off your tongue. You leaned against the bar patiently before speaking, “Thanks for helping me. I appreciate it.” You gave him a kind smile as you watched one of the bottle girls load up the drinks on a tray to deliver to the section you were at.

“It’s no problem. We wouldn’t want to disappoint the wife of Ushijima Wakatoshi.” He responded.

You rolled your eyes hearing that statement, which the man caught instantly. “Is there a problem? Are you—”

Your words cut him off with a quickness. “It’s not a problem. I am his wife after all, but I just hate that here that’s all I’m known for.” You said to the gentlemen.

You understood that it was for the best for a lot of people to know who you were, but being known as the wife of a man who didn’t even take the marriage seriously himself felt even worst. You had so much more power than people expected, but here you were in an unknown world not being able to use that power.

You thanked the stranger once again before attempting to go back to the section, but you felt him tug you back towards him. He lets out a firm sigh before extending his hand toward you. “Let’s start over, I’m Lev Haiba. I own this club.” His hand motioned around the crowds of people in the nightclub.

You couldn’t help but snicker as you shook his head. “Y/N, heir to the biggest oil company in the world.” You answered. “But that has to stay between us.” You gave Lev a playful smirk and he only held his hand up in a defensive mode.

“Your secret is safe with me. I hope Japan is treating you well considering the uh—circumstances.” Lev says.

You could hear the pity in his voice. “I’m assuming you’ve heard the news of my loving husband?” You asked as the two of you were walking towards the section you were in.

“Everyone did. It was this club he was spotted doing said activities. However, it’s Ushijima Wakatoshi, no one is going to ruin his mood.” Lev admitted as he rubbed at the back of his neck nervously. “But I have said too much, I should get back to my job. It was a pleasure meeting you.”

You watched as he disappeared into the crowd, once again feeling like the sheep in a field filled with wolves as you sat down in one of the chairs. You instantly picked up the drink wanting to drink the night away.

WHEN YOU RETURNED HOME, you dropped your YSL heels on the floor as you stumbled into the house. You glanced at your phone and saw that it was four in the morning. You couldn’t believe that you stayed out so late. You definitely were going to have to rain check with the afternoon tea session with Ushijima’s mother. You attempted to tiptoe your way further inside the house not wanting to wake Ushijima (if he was home). You were aware that on some occasions Ushijima men would be at your house. It didn’t shock you that they were here in your living room doing god knows what. However, the weird feeling under the bottom of your feet caused you to instantly sober up. It felt wet, slightly slippery. You glanced down and your eyes grew big at the sight you were seeing. You had stepped in a small splatter of blood that decorated the thin plastic layer that was on the floor. Your heart rate increased instantly as you stumbled back in a horrified panic to be met with Ushijima catching you from falling.

“I—“ Your words were stuck in your throat. Your hands were shaking harshly and your heart felt like it was trying to claw out your chest. Your eyes stared at your husband as the crimson-colored liquid stained the white Versace button-down shirt.

“It’s good to know you’ve made it home safely. Now let’s go get cleaned up. We’re both in need of a shower anyway.” He firmly said.

You felt Ushijima grab hold of your forearm. His blood-covered fingertips stained your brown skin. “But we have guests.” You stuttered out.

“That’s fine, they will be busy cleaning up the mess that you made,” Ushijima confirmed.

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you were being tugged into the shared bedroom. With urgency, Ushijima closed the door behind him. “Strip.” was the only thing he said as his hands went up to unbutton the buttons on his shirt.

You did what you were told, letting the dress you wore fall to the ground. You crossed your arms over your chest preventing Ushijima from seeing you like this. You didn’t even notice that he had already stripped out of his expensive clothing. You could sense him towering over you before you finally croaked out some words, “You said my mess? I haven’t done anything wrong.”

Goosebumps decorated your skin when you felt Ushijima’s fingertips tracing alongside your side. His fingertips engraved you with the possible sin he just committed before you arrived home. He stopped right at the soft fabric of the thong you wore, letting out a low hum before pushing them down. You didn’t argue against his action. You weren’t sure if you were too afraid to or if you just wanted to see where this would go. You stepped out of your underwear before watching Ushijima disappear into the bathroom. The sound of the shower could be heard before his voice broke you out of your broken thoughts. Like an obedient dog, you walked into the bathroom with your hands still attempting to cover your bare body. Ushijima was already in the hot steaming shower washing over the blood that was on him. “I’ve already seen you vulnerable before, remember our wedding night?” He asked. “There’s no need to hide your body away from me.” He answered.

“You never responded to what I said. What mess have I created? You’re the one that’s going out every night and acting a fool,” You reminded him.

Ushijima let out a sigh, “Just get in the fuckin’ shower and we can talk.” He says, “Please.”

Hearing him say please was a shock to you, you took a couple of steps forward opening the door of the walk-in shower to join him. In a different world, such an intimate moment would have your stomach flowing with butterflies. But right now, your stomach could only twist in dangerous knots while you let the steaming hot water heat your body. “Did you have fun last night?” Ushijima asked.

Your eyes met with his as you felt the warm cloth filled with soap brush against your body. He was kind enough to clean you himself. Similar to a doll maker creating a doll, you felt that’s what Ushijima was doing. You were his doll as soon as you walked down the aisle clutching onto his father’s arm. “I did. It was nice to not be bottled up in his house. It can get lonely sometimes,” You answered.

“You have the maids, it can’t be that lonely,” He responded.

That was true. During your time living here, you managed to get to know each of the eight maids and two groundskeepers that worked to make sure Ushijima’s home looked nice. But it still felt lonely, cold. It didn’t feel like a home.

“Although, I appreciate their help around the place. It’s not the same.” You answered as your finger went up to motion for the young man to turn so you could wash his back. “You know this. I’m not asking for much, but can we at least pretend we’re enjoying this marriage.”

“I’m actually enjoying this marriage,” Ushijima responded with a chuckle.

“You have such a weird way to show it. Going out every night, being seen with other women—“ You stopped abruptly to let out a weary sigh. Not sure if the sudden feeling of being lightheaded came from the hotness of the shower or the fact that you’re finally voicing your opinions to Ushijima. “It’s humiliating.”

Ushijima didn’t say much about your words. The two of you continued to shower in silence before eventually getting out of it. At this point, you had sobered as you toyed with the ends of the soft white rob Ushijima put you in. You watched as Ushijima waltzed back into the bedroom, “Well, let me show that I will change.”

Your body leaned against the doorframe of the master bedroom bathroom, “Sex really can’t show me anything. Changed behavior though,” You said rolling your eyes at him.

“Come on, when was the last time we actually had sex.”

“You’re deflecting from the original conversation Ushi,” You sighed as you walked towards the dresser to find something to wear.

As you were searching for something to sleep in, you could feel Ushijima’s strong arms wrap around your waist. He tugged you closer to his body and you felt the growing boner poking at the fatness of your butt. “You haven’t called me Ushi since our wedding night.” He commented.

“You’re so annoying.” You sighed, but you didn’t bulge out his touch. “We both were drunk as ever that night. I can’t believe you still remember that.”

“Of course, I remembered it. You moaned it so beautifully while your head was buried into a pillow,” Ushijima reminded you as you felt his lips press against the exposed skin on your neck.

You felt your skin grow hotter with each harsh nibble, lick, and bite on your neck. One of Ushijima’s hands disappeared inside your robe and straight in between your thighs. His index and middle fingers swiped at your wet folder and indulged in how wet you were while you seemed to melt into his touch. “You don’t remember, hmm? How your thighs couldn’t stop shaking once we were done?” He asked as his fingertips that were covered in your wetness would rub at your clit. “How you wet up the sheets so badly?”

You made direct eye contact with Ushijima in the mirror that was connected to the dresser. The once softness that was in his eyes for a split second was gone. You weren’t particularly super religious, but you were sure you were looking into the eyes of the devil. He undid your rob and tugged it off your bare body causing you to gasp suddenly. Your thighs quivered for more as you felt your own wetness stain the inside of your thighs. Ushijima stopped the subtle circular motion on your clit before he’s talking once again. “Tell me you remember that and I’ll help you cum,” His words tickled your earlobe and you nodded instantly.

“I remember. Ushi—“ You desperately coughed up those words. “I remember.”

“Good,” Ushijima said while the grip around your waist grew tighter. “Now be a good wife and go to the bed and get on all fours, darling.”

You did what you were told, being sure to grab a pillow to make yourself feel more comfortable. The anticipation bubbling into your stomach as you could sense Ushijima behind you. When you felt him tug you closer to the bed, you swallowed the large lump forming in your throat. Your cunt so eager to swallow his cock bit by bit even though you were sure he wasn’t going to be so gentle. When you felt the tip of Ushijima’s cock enter you, you chewed at your lower lip getting ready for him to instantly bottom down inside you. The faint memory of your wedding night when he specifically praised you on how well you took his dick swirled around your head.

This time he took his time. Pushing his cock inside you slowly, teasingly, until you were gasping for him to put it all the way in. His large hands grasped at your waist before his hips begin to drive forward to be met with the soft flesh of your butt. Your head buried into the pillow caging in your moans before Ushijima grabbed the pillow and tossed it. “I need my men to hear you while they’re cleaning up your mess.” He said firmly.

His fingers buried into the flesh of your skin while the sound of skin slapping against each other could be heard. Ushijima was in a complete trace as he watched his cock disappear into your addicting cunt. “Go ahead, moan out how good Ushi is making you feel while they clean up your mess.” He said through gritted teeth.

“What mess?” You hiccuped out through moans. Your eyesight grew blurry due to the tears that accumulated through Ushijima’s thrusts.

You let out a yelp when Ushijima grabbed a hold of your head tugging you upward. His chest pressed against your sweat-coated back before he let go of your hand to use that hand to snake around to your neck. “Don’t act foolish Y/N.” He answered.

You could feel Ushijima’s cock twitch inside you as he stopped his thrusts abruptly. His hand wrapped around your neck and you could feel him give it a slight squeeze before his thrusting continued. “You know my doll. When you press your thumb in someone’s windpipe, index finger to their carotid artery, and your middle finger applies pressure to their jugular vein…they’ll lose consciousness.” Ushijima said.

The heat of the moment of your breath grasping away for a couple of seconds due to Ushijima mimicking the same thing he just told her, he let go of you and shoved your face further into the fluffiness of the mattress. “Even when I nearly took your breath away, you only clutched around my cock even tighter.” He said darkly.

His words sent a bone chilling shiver down your spine as you moaned out helplessly. “Ushi!” You moaned out.

His thrusting only continued, ignoring your little whimpers before he leaned over placing wet kisses on the middle of your spine. “You know that only makes a person lose consciousness, but if you continue you can damage the cortex of your brain which leads to your death.” He uttered as he was thrusting.

His chest heaved upwards as he traced his name upon your skin. “It took less than 6 minutes for your little friend Lev to finally fuckin’ die when I wrapped my hands around his throat.” He said through groans. You could feel his thrusting grow sloppy, he was about to cum.

“I had to clean up your mess Y/N,” he said.

You felt yourself orgasm immediately. The dangerous shiver that went though your body made your body go into complete shock. Your gasping out for Ushijima. The thought of him killing a man that talked to you pushed you to the edge. Perhaps you did flutter around his cock even more at the sound of those words coming out his mouth. Ushijima still fucked you through the explosive orgasm until he too was cumming mess, not bothering to pull out either. Filling you up to the brim with his cum just to trap you as his.

He let your body collapse on the bed like a rag doll. You were completely out of breath with his cum leaking out of you and when you met his eyes, they were soft once again.

“We’re starting a clean slate starting now. No more outside interferences when it comes to our marriage. We’re going to be happy together if we like it or not.” He said as he leaned down to place a kiss upon your temple.

“Now get some rest, my doll, we have tea with my mother in about eight hours.”

You really were still a sheep upon the family of wolves.

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kindasleepywriter · 5 months

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Bird of Prey - Chapter 5: Smoke and Fire

Bird of Prey masterlist. Azriel x Reader.

Chapter summary: A russet eyed friend welcomes you back. Heat overwhelms you and Azriel.

Story rating: Mature - Minors DNI

Warnings: Some smut. Mentions/flashbacks of past abuse. Slight fluff followed by a LOT of angst.

Word count: 2.7k.

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The bed was uncomfortable, too soft. Everything, in fact, felt too accommodating. You’ve been living in forest and mountain hideouts for decades now. Taking a hot bath felt wrong and wearing freshly washed clothes even more so.

In the wild, there is no such thing as clean. You can get close to it, certainly, but there was always a bit of grime that lingered in the handwashed cloth or the length of your hair. It didn’t bother you, as the absence of plumbing in the forests also meant a lack of people that would try and hurt you.

If you were being honest, the so-called normalcy of your new forced habits made you panic. You felt too exposed, too vulnerable. When you look like you’re not a part of common society, most people who were curious about the presence of a fae of your kind in other courts were too offput by your clear distance from common society. Too feral, too wild. But out there you were protected, you were safe, and you didn’t have to live your life waiting for another person to inevitably try to use you for their own gain.

You’d filled the tub with the coldest water the house could provide you with that morning.

You hadn’t missed your new markings, either. This was the first real bargain you’d ever made, having naturally made petty bets like all the other kids on childish games. This one, however, you would have to keep more than a few minutes.

You knew they went up to the base of your scull, but you hadn’t realized how far down your backs they reached. It looked like a long wisp of smoke, starting along your spine just above your rear, and trailed up until it disappeared in your hairline. You quite liked the design, honestly. You had seen some godawful ones in some very visible places, so you thanked the mother for the simple spine design. The way it trailed in between your wings, partially buried beneath soft feathers, made you quite content. You felt quite vain thinking it, but you thought it looked beautiful on you.

Azriel hadn’t visited you once for the first two days since the beginning of your stay. In fact, you hadn’t seen anyone but Cassian and Nesta, who alternated the role of babysitter with a great deal of annoyance. You got along relatively well with Cassian, if training together in silence could be considered as such. Nesta hadn’t exactly warmed up to you, but she’d stopped sneering at you every time she replaced Cassian. No conversations were had during those 48 hours, the house only resonating a tense silence except for when Cassian and Nesta spoke during dinner.

On the third day, however, the atmosphere completely changed. You were walking out of the sitting room towards the training grounds with Cassian, ready to beat your body into submission again, and as you traversed the main hall of the House of Wind, beating wings were heard, growing increasingly louder. The noise was followed by a voice calling out:

“Hey, Feathers, look over here!”

You turned around to the familiar voice, unable to resist grinning at the newcomer – Lucien. You couldn’t believe it. It must’ve been at least 300 years since you had last saw him. The second he landed and jumped out from the arms of the Illyrian who had carried him, Azriel, he started running towards you at full speed. You braced for impact as he collided with you, sending you both tumbling to the ground, holding on tightly to each other. You both sat up, still in an embrace.

“God, you don’t know how much I missed you, I thought you were dead!”, he exclaimed, his face solidly buried in your hair.

You let out a laugh. “Come on Kit, did you really think I’d go through all that we did just to die on you? Be realistic, please.”

He separated from you holding your face in his hands, pushing his forehead to yours.

“From the ashes and smoke-”, he began.

“-rises the fiercest fire.”, you finished softly. “I remember, Kit.”

“I thought you were gone, Feathers.”, he said, his voice shaking. “No one had seen you, even Amarantha couldn’t find you, I thought it was over.”

“I followed our deal, I always made sure someone could inform you if a mission went wrong. I’d never leave you in the dark like that, Lucien.”

You both finally separated, standing again, still holding on to each other’s forearms. You looked him over, shocked to see how different he looked.

“Gods, what happened to your eye?”, you exclaimed as you cradled the left side of his face and softly ran a finger along his scar, “What Puca did you piss off this time?”

“Ha! well, not-so-funny story-”

A loud Ah-um reminded you both that you were in the presence of other people. Cassian looked at you both incredulously, while Azriel’s were narrowed and fixed on Lucien.

“When you said you knew her, you didn’t mention you two had… history.”, the Shadowsinger declared.

You and Lucien burst into laughter again.

“Wait you think that he- that we-”, you let out, wiping at your eyes as tears leaked out of them, unable to complete the sentence as you fell victim to another fit of laughter.

Lucien looked torn between amusement at your reaction and panic “Oh gods no, never- don’t try to imply that to Elain, I swear to you I’ve never touched her that way in my entire life!”, he rather suddenly exclaimed.

You, finally calming down and only chuckling, let out: “I can’t believe you would keep our eternal love a secret, Lucien, I wouldn’t have told my father to prepare for a proposmmm-”

Lucien had clasped a hand over your mouth, clearly not happy with your sarcasm, worry in his eyes.

“You’re not helping, Feathers.”

Oh. You’d forgotten one crucial piece of information in the shock of seeing him: he was mated and, if the rumors were true, it was to the third Archeron sister, the one you hadn’t met yet. Elain, apparently. You brought up two hands in a peace gesture, and he let you go with a friendly shove. “Sorry, Sorry, should’ve read the room. You do have to tell me about her Luc, I’ve only-”

“While this reunion is clearly the height of fun for you both, Lucien came here for a reason, he’s the one who’s supposed to watch over you for the next few days, although I’m now heavily doubting that decision.”, Azriel interrupted. You scowled.

“Ah come on Az, let them have their little reunion, they clearly haven’t seen each other in years”, Cassian said, “She hasn’t done anything troublesome since she’s been here, and I think she talked more in the last five 5 minutes than she has in the last three days. How about you cut her some slack. Oh, also, being able to go to the loo alone would also be an appreciated gesture. It gets awkward fast when you listen to each other pee.”

Azriel didn’t look pleased. “Fine. As long as she stays in this house.”, he gritted out.

He glanced at the others before marching himself over to you, taking your wrist and almost dragging you to another hallway. You looked over your shoulder at Lucien, hoping he might try and stay something, but he was only watching with amusement. Traitor.

The Shadowsinger led you into a room at the end of the corridor, pushing the door closed and turning you around, trapping you between his body and the door, his hands resting on the wood on both sides of your shoulder. He wasn’t much taller than you, your Peregryn genes made sure of that, but he had his wings flared wide behind him. Consequently, the only thing you could see was him and his shadows. Not that they were very intimidating, mind you, only curiously climbing up your arms and settling on your shoulders. They were cold but almost… comforting. They reminded you of the winds of the Illyrian mountains when winter was just settling in.

You battled the urge to also spread your wings and physically push him back, but you took every ounce of patience you had to keep yourself calm. He couldn’t hurt you; he was just trying to look more intimidating. You could handle that. He looked furious.

“What the hell was that back there with Lucien, huh?”, he growled, “Involving yourself with a mated male?”

“By the mother, you really think we were together, don’t you?”

“Well, you two were certainly acting like it, Feathers.”

You gritted your teeth. Yes, you and Lucien had nicknames for each other, but it wasn’t like that.

“We’ve never laid together, we never will, and I’m not lying!.”

“You better not be. He’s already lived too much pain for the sake of his bond, and I will NOT have you destroy all the effort he and Elain have put in to reach where they are now.”

Pain, for his mating bond? You’d have to ask Lucien about it later, but Azriel sounded so angry about the past events that you doubted you’d get full answers- relationship troubles had never been your forte, not really a model of the healthiest relationship back then, and Lucien had never felt the need to come to you for those types of things. Some things were too personal, even between you two.

“Look, we were barely out of our teenage years when we met! I was in an unfamiliar court for a man that didn’t give me the time of day despite our engagement. I was harassed constantly by all the other Vansera brothers, just like Lucien. We were scared and we were alone.”

Your voice cracked, and you took a breath, trying to steady it. You were shivering with anger, despite the shadows around you attempting to soothe you, caressing your neck. You wouldn’t have anyone try to twist your relationship with Lucien, he was the only real family you had left. Time hadn’t changed that, and neither would empty threats.

“We protected each other until the end. We were going to make it out of there alive no matter what it took, and we did. He’s the only reason why I made it out. So, before you start throwing accusations of situations you have absolutely no idea about, learn to trust your fucking friends. Doesn’t he deserve that, at the very least?”

The both of you were breathing hard, both absolutely on edge. You had no idea what was happening to you, you felt like your insides were catching on fire. You hadn’t let yourself feel in years, and this… rage, within you, it suffocated you, it was too. much.

Your faces were only inches from each other, staring into each other’s eyes. His were hazel. You hadn’t noticed that before.

You had no idea who lunged first, but suddenly were brushing against Azriel’s torso as your lips collided. His hands dropped from the door to your hips, pressing you fully against his chest as one of yours reached for the base of his neck and the other his hair, tugging him closer. If you’d felt like fire before, now you were consumed by the sun itself. Every inch of you was burning from his touch, too much and not enough all at once. His lips moved against yours in a relentless battle, neither letting the other take control. His shadows covered the both of you. You could feel them trailing along your skin, the only source of relief from the heat burning through you.

His hands gripped your backside harshly when you thrust your hips up into him, and you let out a soft moan of pleasure at the contact. He didn’t waste a second, using the opportunity to thrust his tongue into your mouth, sliding against yours as he let out a groan. Something in the back of your mind was trying to get you to stop this, to escape, but you ignored every warning.

Your scents had sharpened, arousal flooding the both of you, mist and cedar overtaking your senses. He tugged at your thighs and you immediately obeyed, jumping to secure your legs around his waist. He crossed the room and deposited you on a wooden surface- a desk? A table? It didn’t really matter. He fit himself between your legs as your lips continued their furious movement, only halting to breathe before you started again, while you slid your hand down his front, feeling every inch of muscle that wasn’t covered by his thick Illyrian leathers. You could feel him against your core, the visible proof of his arousal providing you with only the slightest friction.

His right hand trailed down to your hip and then down between your legs. His thumb pressed ever so softly on your bundle of nerves through your thin pants and panties, and just that had you letting out a low cry against his mouth. He softly shushed you, his teeth nipping your bottom lip.

He reached for your back again, and you arched as you waited for him to pull you closer, but instead you felt his fingers softly brush the back of your wings, treading lightly over the sensitive spot where white feathers connected with delicate skin, making you shudder.

Instantly afterwords, it felt like a cold shower had rained down on you. His hand had trailed up almost exactly to the area where an Illyrian could be clipped- the most vulnerable part of their wing. A Peregryn’s anatomy wasn’t quite the same but whether he knew it or not, the message was the same: he had you completely at his mercy. Gone was the pleasurable consuming heat, replaced by white-hot panic. What was happening to you, letting him touch you, your wings? He was part of the Inner Circle, he contributed willingly to the suffering of thousands of women in this Court, and now he was willing to use those same wings as a sexual tool. Absolutely. Not.

You swiftly pushed him off and jumped down what you could now see was a desk, breathing erratically. Your wings reflexively tucked themselves so tight against your back it felt like you were going to pull a tendon; you leaped across the room making your way to the door.

“Wait!”, he called, his voice scratchy, a hand closing against your wrist. You glanced at him, looking up to see him shocked, concern lacing his eyes. Your fear increased tenfold.

“I can’t- You’re- , FUCK, don’t you dare touch me.”

You harshly tugged your hand out of his, running towards your bedroom at full speed, immediately locking the door behind you. You silently slid to the floor, your back against the door and tears filling your vision as you replayed what had just happened repeatedly. How had you lost control so easily?

Your feathered wings stretched around you as you tried to soothe yourself. You were itching to jump straight off the room’s balcony, let the air stretch your neglected muscles and fly back to the same caves and mountains where no one would find you, but you simply could not, all because of that stupid bargain.

Your hands reached the tendons and muscles of your wings, trying to ground yourself in the present. He couldn’t hurt you; he couldn’t even touch a single feather if you didn’t want him to. Your wings were safe, you were still free, they didn’t know. There weren't sharp hands tugging at your feathers in reminder of your forced submission, no one holding you down as you begged for mercy. You sat there, obsessively running your fingers through the feathers, feeling each and every one you could reach until you let yourself fall to the side, your wings still cocooned around you as you stared at the opposite wall in silence.

In your panic, you hadn’t noticed the doorknob’s wooden surface had smoked beneath your hand in the study. Someone else had.

I couldn't help posting it early!

Many revelations in this chapter! I had absolutely not planned the study scene to be so steamy but sometimes you have something planned and the story decides it knows better than you x)

Please let me know what you think!! This is my first time writing anything explicit, I'd love to hear how it reads <3

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#azriel x reader #azriel #acotar #acotar x reader #acotar fanfic #azriel fanfic #azriel POV #azriel x you #azriel x y/n #enemies to lovers

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Honkai’s Treatment of Fu Hua

What i’ve been seeing in the last couple of chapters - ever since the ending of Elysium Everlasting - has been bothering me, especially in terms of their treatment of Fu Hua, hence the title.

The thing that bothers me the most relating to that is how no one seems to react to anything anymore. When Mei inherits the will of the Flamechasers and returns from the destruction of the Elysian Realm, which included the descending of the Current Era Herrscher of Corruption, by the way, everyone just kind of… brushes it off. Kiana and Bronya don’t react, Theresa seems not to care, and Durandal just doesn’t give a fuck?

I know there’re “more important things” going on, but really? REALLY? Raiden Mei met the warriors at the forefront of the fight against Honkai of the Previous Era, she met PE-thought process Kevin, who is their current Big Enemy, and no one even asked her about it? Kiana and Bronya went “oh cool you spoke to the most powerful warriors of the PE and the Herrscher of Origin? okay anyways” and moved on!

Which leads me to their treatment of Fu Hua. Because no one, not even Mei, who knows about Fu Hua’s memory purge, thought to tell her about the Flamechasers. Even if she didn’t realise the ER was a thing, she knew the Flamechasers. She had relationships with them, and so she’d want to know. She’d have a bigger reaction. All of that buildup where Mei skirts around telling sim Hua about future her and then nothing comes out of it? Seriously?

And i’m not saying HYV should have done this specifically for a reaction, because that’s not good writing either, but it completely brushes off that part of her history like it never happened. She knows and remembers Kevin, Su and Aponia, so by that logic, she should remember everyone else. So why not let her know?

Even on the Moon Base, if they didn’t want it in the Main Story, Klein is on the base. Do you mean to tell me Fu Hua never even asked or wondered why Mobius’s assistant was there?

The thing that pisses me off the most is the fact that this seems to suggest the fact that Hua doesn't deserve to or get the right to know that some of her closest friends just disappeared from reality for the rest of time. As if they never existed.

This doesn’t just apply to the Flamechasers. No one tells her anything! They don’t tell her Finality is running a time loop, or that MEI had no faith in Project Ember. Not only does it make Hua take even more Ls it reduces her character to a pitiable mess who doesn’t and has never been treated well and has only ever been seen as a utility by everyone but Kiana. She doesn’t get anything! She was told a lie and suffered for thousands of years because of that lie, and now that she has the chance to know the truth, they blindside and lie to her again?

Her memory purge at this point is just a plot device to not have to wrap up any loose ends and to not give her any characterisation at all. Like you could take the entire Shattered Samsara arc out and nothing would change because the only thing that it served to do was teach Kiana Edge of Taixuan.

And on that note, WHERE IS GARUDA FU HUA HYV??? offscreen 3 minute Garuda reveal. Where is Garuda Hua battlesuit huh?

#honkai impact #hi3 #honkai spoilers #what the fuck mihoyo #where is garuda fu hua #hi3rd #honkai impact 3rd

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Drunken Mess

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Maybe Summer Doesn’t Have To End Masterlist

Summary: The last year had been hard on you but you were finally free from the devil you called your ex-husband. It was time to let your hair down but maybe you partied a little too hard causing you to wake up extremely hung over with not much recollection of the previous night.

Warnings: alcohol, getting completely shit face you can’t remember the previous night, mentions of a past controlling relationship

Song request 3K celebration - Finally Found You by Enrique Iglesias requested by @chibsytelford

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️

Tonight had been a long time coming, ever since the divorce was made final you were itching to get out and celebrate. However what you didn’t expect was for your best friends to whisk you off to Monaco for a girly mini break.

Nothing on the horizon other than hot weather, hotter guys, alcohol and sex.

You were on cloud nine as you made your way through the airport with your girls, everyone knew that the next 5 days would be messy as hell but you were ready for it.

It was time that you started to get back to the old version of yourself, the one that lived life to the fullest, taking risks and maybe going off the rails a little.

“Please behave.” Jessie laughed, throwing her arm around your shoulder as you walked out of the airport. The moment you stepped out you felt the sun kiss your skin making your grin turn mischievous.

“I always behave.” You winked, pulling your sunglasses over your eyes

“The last holiday we went on you ended up handcuffing yourself to a lamp post.” Rena scoffed, raising her brow at you.

“Technically, that wasn’t my fault. You lost the keys.” You shrugged, pouting at your older sister. “So don’t be blaming me for that one.”

“What about all the other times?” She teased, ruffling up your hair causing you to swat her away.

“No comment.” You huffed, rolling your eyes behind the sunglasses. “Now let's hurry up and get to the hotel because I wanna get changed and go exploring before we find a club for the night.”

Pulling your phone out you entered the address of the hotel, grinning when you realised it was only a ten minute walk. Normally you would have complained about walking anywhere but today you weren't bothered, choosing to soak up as much sun as you possibly could over the next five days.

You hadn’t told the girls this but they all knew you well enough you didn’t need to. One of the reasons you were so excited about coming to Monaco was due to a certain five foot eleven Monégasque driver. It was all you kept babbling on about during the flight, you just hoped that luck was on your side and you would end up bumping into him during the trip.

As you walked through the streets your mind started to wander, the last couple of years had been like you had been dragged through hell and back. Noah, your now ex-husband, was the perfect guy or so you thought. The start of the relationship was amazing, he was the definition of prince charming but then 3 years into the marriage he changed. He started to become secretive, argumentative and just a complete asshole. He started trying to control you, telling you who you could hang out with, checking your phone. You knew he was cheating on you from the lack of contact and sex but for some reason you still stuck around.

It wasn’t until he tried to get violent with you that you realised what was happening. That was the turning point of your life, you packed up your shit and moved into your older sister’s place crashing on her couch for a couple of months.

Shaking your head you refused to give that prick any more brain space, he was in the past and you were determined to keep him there. It was time you got back to the old you.

Your eyes widened at the beauty of this place, photos didn’t compare to the real thing. At that moment you had decided what you wanted with your life, you wanted to move to Monaco.

A new place. A fresh start. A new you.

“Oh my god, I think I just saw Leclerc.” Rena squealed.

“What? Where?” You squealed.

The girls watched as you nearly fell on your arse spinning round, all of them erupting in laughter.

“Wankers.” You huffed, folding your arms across your chest pouting at them. “You know that is one mean fucking joke.”

“You were the one in cuckoo land again.” Holly breathed, wiping her eyes with her finger.

“But that was mean,” You muttered, shaking your head at them. You knew that throughout this trip they would be teasing you about seeing Charles Leclerc but you didn’t expect it to be within the first hour of being in Monaco.

The four of you strolled into the hotel, Rena taking the roll as group mum as she headed to the check in desk dealing with everything. Soon enough she came back with a large grin on her face with four key cards.

She passed three of them out but the fourth one she placed in your hand and wouldn’t let go. “You lose this then I will kill you.” she scolded, raising her brow at you. “And I will make it a very painful and slow death.”

“Okay, mum.” You smirked, snatching the key card off her. “And for the record it wasn’t my fault I lost the key card.”

“It never is,” she scoffed, shaking her head at you. “We don’t call you trouble for nothing.”

“And trouble is out to play.” You winked, holding your arms out as the doors to the elevator opened, pushing your suitcase with the back of your calves you walked backwards into the lift.

“God help us.”

Charles watched from across the room, he couldn’t help himself. He saw the moment you and three other girls walked into the club, it was hard not to with how bubbly and loud you were being. It was clear to him that you were all celebrating something and that you were the life of the party and group.

Instantly he wanted to know more.

“Tu regardes encore, frère. You are staring again, brother.” Pierre smirked, slapping Charles on the back. He had noticed how his friend couldn’t take his eyes off your group ever since you entered the club.

“Quoi, non je ne suis pas. What, no I’m not.” Charles scoffed quickly, finally taking his gaze off you.

“And I’m world champion.” Pierre laughed, shaking his head.

“What does it matter if I was?”

“Just go speak to her man.” he smirked, clinking his beer bottle with Charles’.

“Es-tu aveugle? C'est une déesse, je ne peux pas l'approcher. Are you blind? She is a goddess, I can't approach her.” Charles hummed, pulling the beer bottle to his lips.

“Asseyez-vous ici et boudez alors. Mais je vais l'approcher, elle et ses amis. Sit here and sulk then. But I'm going to approach her and her friends.” The blonde smirked, leaving the small booth they were seated in. Before he disappeared into the crowd he threw Charles a wink.

Rolling his eyes he soon followed suit, shimmying his way through the crowd to the bar.

The closer Charles got to you, he felt his heart rate starting to race. How could he feel this connection with someone he didn’t even know? What was going on?

He let his eyes roam over your body, taking note of how the dress fit you perfectly. It was clear to him from the way you were swaying on your heels that you were already drunk.

“Puis-je simplement me faufiler ? Can I just squeeze in?” Charles purred, planting his hands on your hips as he stood in the gap between you and the random guy that was near you.

“I have no idea what you just said but it was hot as fuck.” You giggled, looking over your shoulder being met with the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen. “With an accent like that you can keep talking all night.”

“Est-ce que tu parles français? Do you speak French?” Charles asked, resting his head on your bare shoulder, trying to be a gentleman and not look down at your cleavage even though he had the perfect view of it.

“I barely speak english.” your slurred, turning around to get a better glimpse of the mystery man. You were so drunk already, due to it being a while since you had drunk alcohol. Because of this you didn’t realise that you were standing in the arms of Charles Leclerc and flirting with him. “I do know a tiny bit of French though.” You slurred, holding your fingers slightly apart to show how much you meant.

“And what is that?” Charles smirked, properly taking in your features, mainly the fullness of your lips that were currently the same shade as the F1-75 he drove.

“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?” You grinned proudly, snaking your arms around his neck.

The smirk on Charles’ face grew wider as from the reaction from the girls you were with told him you had no idea what you just said. “Do you know what that means sweetheart?”

“Nope.” You laughed, swaying a little too much nearly falling on the floor but Charles tightened his grip on you keeping you upright.

“You just asked me if I want to sleep with you tonight.” he hummed, lips millimetres away from yours.

“Well, do you?” you purred, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

Rena stood back watching the interaction between you and Charles. She couldn’t deny it was like you had known each other for years with the way you were flirting with each other. She couldn’t help but smirk as you were too drunk to realise who you were flirting with, however she made sure to take plenty of pictures so she could tease you with them come morning.

“Should we tell her?” Holly asked, nudging Dena’s shoulder.

This gained Pierre’s attention. “Tell her what?”

“Okay so it is like she is the luckiest girl on the earth right now. Ever since we booked this short break to Monaco she keeps babbling about the fact she could bump into Mr Leclerc as she keeps calling him.” Jessie laughed, chewing the end of the plastic straw. “So we kept teasing her about it, kept acting like we had seen him from the moment we landed this morning.”

“And because she is drunk she hasn’t realised she is standing in his arms?” Pierre questioned, cocking his brow at the girls.

“Exactly.” Rena laughed, not taking her eyes off you. She was going to let this play out for as long as she could. It had been too long since she saw your smile as bright as what it was currently. It was some harmless fun which she didn’t want to be the one to put a stop to it.

As the night passed on more and more shots were consumed, everyone was teetering on the edge of tipsy and drunk. Apart from you, you were absolutely wasted, thank god for Charles who kept you upright.

Your heels had been removed and were currently sitting in the middle of the table in the booth. But even without the death shoes on you were still extremely wobbly on your feet.

Rena cringed when she heard the beat of the next song, she knew the moment you figured out the song things would start to get embarrassing, especially with Charles glued to your side.

Everyone saw the exact moment you clicked onto what song was playing, instantly you linked hands with Charles dragging him onto the dance floor.

Charles was grateful for you dragging him away, since the moment he laid eyes on you he wanted to pull you away from your friends, spending some time alone.

“Forget about your friends, they don't care where we go. If they do, we'll get lost in a crowd of people, I've been looking for you forever, baby, we go together baby we go, we go” he sang as he pulled you closer to him so your bodies were pressed against each other.

You could feel the warmth coming off him and your head was spinning. Letting your eyes flutter closed, you focused on the sound of his voice.

“We have a connection, that's right, Cause girl I'm not letting go, I'm gonna make you feel right, oh yeah.” he purred down against your ear, his lips ghosting your skin as he sang. The feeling alone left you weak at the knees.

The two of you were getting completely lost in the song and each other’s arms. The world felt right in this stranger's arms.

“Hands up, hands up. Dance floor chillin' when I hold two cups. Can't stop spilling 'cause I'm drunk as fuck. And my song comes on and the club goes nuts. Every province I go, city I sleep, it's best that y'all know” You slurred as you moved your body against his. “Running around, and doing all these shows. Round the whole globe, I come, and you go girl. And you need to think of it. Just wrap for the night, baby, live a bit. With a place to hit, and your pants to zip. You can make a scene and party, are you into it?”

It was like no one else was in the club apart from you and the mystery guy. It suddenly dawned on you that you never even asked his name.

“So, you know my name,” you giggled, spinning around to face him. Once again his hands landing on your hips keeping you upright. “I don’t know yours.”

“But darling,” he grinned, brushing his nose against yours. “You already know who I am.” The confused look on your face made Charles’ heart skip a beat. “My name is Charles.” he breathed.

“Thank you for an amazing night Charles.” You giggled, before pressing your lips against his.

The heat from the kiss was intense, the moment your lips collided everything felt right in the world.

Feeling him pull you closer to him, he deepened the kiss. His tongue seeking permission to part your lips which you happily gave him. The pair of you stood there in the middle of the club making out like teenagers without a care in the world. You only pulled away when you felt your lungs screaming for air.

“I need another drink.” your slurred, wiggling out of Charles’ arms, only you didn’t make it very far before you tripped over your own feet landing on the floor in the fit of giggles.

“D'accord, je pense que c'est l'heure de la maison. Okay, I think it is home time.” Charles hummed as he picked you up off the floor.

“God, you sound so hot speaking French to me.” you purred, brushing your fingers down his cheek.

“Let’s get you home.” he grinned, scooping you off your feet so he was carrying you bridal style through the club. By the time he made it back to the booth at the back of the club he realised that you had passed out in his arms.

“Sorry about her.” Rena sighed, unable to believe how drunk her sister had gotten tonight. “If I’d have known she was going to pass out I would have stepped in sooner.”

“Rena, it’s okay.” Charles smiled looking down at the sleeping beauty in his arms before adjusting his grip so he had a better hold on you. “It’s been the best night I have had in a while.”

“Can you help us get her back to the hotel?” Holly giggled. “We are all a bit too far gone to try and carry her.”

“I can do one better.” Charles grinned, as they all left the club. “My place is literally around the corner so you can all crash there.”

“You don’t have to do that.” Rena smiled softly. “But thank you, that is ever so kind of you.”

“And maybe a little bit selfish.” he winked.

Rena watched as Charles effortlessly carried you through the streets to his home. She knew come the morning you would completely freak out at how you acted tonight and how it would eat you alive that you didn’t recognise the man that was your crush

The sound of laughing pulled you out of your slumber, groaning as you grabbed a pillow from the other side of the bed covering your face with it. Instantly you were intoxicated by the smell, that’s when your brain kicked into action and you felt your stomach sink.

What the fuck happened last night?

You remembered hitting the club with your girls but after that your memory was foggy. Your head was pounding which wasn’t helped by how hard you were trying to recall the events of last night. Tossing the pillow back to the otherside of the bed you propped yourself up rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands.

Looking down you realised you weren’t in your dress anymore but some guys top. That’s when you realised that the room you were staying in wasn’t the hotel room.

“The fuck did I do last night?” You groaned to yourself, forcing yourself out of bed going on the hunt for your girls and coffee.

Your head was spinning as you moved through what seemed to be an apartment, you had no idea where you were going but you followed the sound of laughter.

“Ahhhh she’s alive.” Rena teased.

“Please don’t shout.” You whimpered, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Still can’t handle your booze, little sis.” She smirked, causing you to finally look at her.

As you looked around the large sofa in the middle of the room you narrowed your eyes.

Jessie, Holly, Rena, Pierre Gasly, Carlos Sainz, Daniel Ricciardo.

Wait what?

“Rena, what happened last night?” You pleaded, hoping you didn’t make a complete fool of yourself.

“You don’t remember?”

“I remember turning up at the club, some French dude squeezing up against me, drinking, dancing, kissing and that’s it everything else is a blur.” You whispered, still oblivious to Charles standing topless by the coffee machine.

You weren't amused by the look on your sister’s face. Her smirk was wide as she didn’t answer you, letting you try and figure it out for yourself.

“Darling I think you mean some Monégasque dude, and I also think you could do with this,” Charles smirked, coming into your line of vision, holding a freshly brewed cup of coffee before offering it to you. “Coffee, white, four sugars.”

You felt your stomach churn as you stared blankly at Charles Leclerc who was smirking proudly back at you.

This had to be some sort of sick joke.

You wanted the world to swallow you whole right now, it had been a while since you got black out drunk but you did know that when you got to that state you turned into a drunken mess. So the fact that it possibly happened in front of your favourite F1 driver and celeb crush mortified you.

“Earth to Y/N.” Charles chuckled, waving his empty hand across your face but you didn’t move. “Guys I think I broke her.”

#Charles Leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc imagine #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you #maybe summer doesn’t have to end

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nerdzzone · 1 year

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Worlds Apart

Chapter Seven

Summary: Single mom, Bridget Clark, thought that she was fine by herself. Moving her son to a new town and out of the hustle and bustle of Boston, she thought that life would be quieter and simpler, but a chance encounter with a certain Hollywood actor only a week after their big move had her questioning everything. Bridget was faced with the ultimate decision of head vs heart, but would letting her guard down prove to be worth the risk?

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For most people that Bridget knew, driving to their childhood home was an experience that brought joy, comfort, and a sense of belonging. For Bridget, it brought anxiety, insecurity, and a feeling of inferiority Every time she went, she tried her best to go with a clean slate and leave any previous animosity in the past, but she was always quickly reminded of why that was a challenge and this particular evening was no different.

From the moment she’d arrived - when her mother had been surprised to see her despite her prompt RSVP to the last minute invite she’d received - Bridget had felt like she was intruding on a family event that she had no right to attend. Her mother was cold and distant, her father was apathetic at best, and despite her brother’s best attempts at dragging her into the conversation, her parents were unabashedly more interested in him, his wife and their two sons than they were in Bridget. She was just grateful that it was Landon’s week with his father and he wasn’t there to be ignored alongside her.

It was almost tempting to leave right after dinner - to sneak out without saying goodbye just to see if anyone even noticed that she was gone - but Gavin’s wife, Nora, had made a pie for dessert that she was really excited for everyone to try. Considering that she’d been one of the few people who made any attempt to be kind to Bridget that evening, she felt like she owed her enough to at least stick around until the meal was completely finished. She did, however, sneak out onto the deck in the brief break between dinner and dessert in the hopes that the fresh air would help her survive the rest of the evening.

She hadn’t been out there long when she heard the door open. She tensed - almost scared to look at who’d come to join her - until the welcome voice of her brother broke through the silence.

“I thought I saw you sneak off out here.”

“It’s nice to know that someone notices my existence,” Bridget sighed. “I just needed a minute to catch my breath.”

“I don’t blame you,” Gavin sympathized as he leaned on the railing beside her where she was looking out over their perfectly manicured backyard. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m fine, I’m used to it,” she shrugged. “I just don’t know why they’re always so surprised to see me. They invited me, I accepted the invitation, but when I got here Mom looked at me like she didn’t expect to see me and then practically ignored me all night like I’m intruding on some family event I don’t belong at. If they don’t want me here, I don’t understand why they bother inviting me.”

“They invite you because they know that it’s the right thing to do.”

“Then I guess a better question is that I don’t know why I keep accepting,” Bridget rephrased it. “I know they’re never gonna change, it’s like they hate me.”

“They don’t hate you,” Gavin argued. “They’re just…indifferent.”

His attempt at reassurance had a harsh laugh falling from Bridget’s lips despite the way it made her heart sink in her chest.

“I think that might be worse,” she pointed out. “It’s pretty bleak to think that my parents have no strong feelings towards me at all.”

The way that Gavin cringed told her that he knew she was right, but he still threw in one last consolation.

“Well, you’re not missing much. They’re not super supportive parents even to the kid that they do like.”

Despite how depressing that statement was, it put a smile on her face as she knew that his commiseration was pretty accurate. Their parents were more than happy to give support in the form of money, but their time and love were rarely given even to Gavin.

“That’s true,” she agreed, shaking her head in disdain. “I really don’t know why they even had kids.”

“Because it would have been a crime to deprive the world of two people as wonderful as us,” Gavin confidently stated, shooting her a smirk before he changed the subject. “But anyway, enough about them. Before someone notices we’re missing and tracks us down, how’re you doing? How’s the small town life treating you?”

“It’s going really well so far. We settled in nicely, Landon seems to love it and now that the weather is nicer it’s amazing to actually have a backyard instead of just that tiny balcony we had at our condo.”

Her answer was honest and genuine, but she knew from the suspicious way Gavin was suddenly watching her that he knew there was something she was leaving out and she knew the grin that had slid onto her face was to blame. But she couldn’t help it. When she thought of her new life outside of the city, she immediately thought about Chris. And thinking about Chris always had her smiling and giggling like a smitten teenage girl.

“That’s great, I’m really glad to hear that,” he smiled before fishing a little more. “Any other exciting news?”

“I’m seeing someone,” she blurted out before quickly following it up with a slightly longer explanation. “For the first time since Landon was born, I think it’s going really well and he makes me really happy.”

“It’s about time!” Gavin laughed, earning an eye roll from Bridget despite the smile still stretching across her face. “What’s his name? Do I need to meet him and use my brotherly intimidation tactics to make sure he treats you well?”

Despite the way his concern warmed her heart as she appreciated any hint that she wasn’t as unwanted in her family as she often felt, a snort of laughter fell from her lips.

“Oh, please, I don’t think anyone I’ve dated has been intimidated by you since I was in high school when my dates were all teenage boys,” Bridget teased, shaking her head and smiling as Gavin scoffed indignantly at her claim. “Besides, Chris could definitely take you in a fight.”

Gavin was tall and broad shouldered but it was obvious that he spent too much time following in their mother’s footsteps as one of Boston’s elite lawyers to spend as much time in the gym as Chris. He was in decent shape, but his muscles weren’t quite at the superhero level that Chris’ were and he seemed offended by her claim.

“Really? Is ‘Chris’ some kind of tough guy?”

“No, and neither are you,” Bridget reminded him with a smile. “But he is very strong, his job requires him to be in really good shape.”

The information had slipped out before Bridget realized it would probably spark a follow up question that she didn’t really want to answer, but just as Gavin opened his mouth the door to the deck creaked open and his wife poked her head out, saving Bridget from the potential interrogation.

“I was wondering where you two wandered off to,” she greeted them. “We’re ready to start dessert now.”

“Okay, we’ll be right there,” Gavin assured her, flashing Bridget a smirk before looking back towards his wife. “Bridget was just telling me all about her new boyfriend.”

“He’s not…” Bridget trailed off as she realized that she wasn’t entirely sure what he was. Again, she found that her lack of recent dating experience left her unsure of what was typical, but it felt presumptuous to start throwing around a title like boyfriend without some kind of conversation first. However, he had questioned her use of the word ‘friends’ and they’d agreed that they were on the same page so she was fairly sure that they were exclusively dating each other. The sudden conflict she was feeling had her anxiety spiking and her tendency to overthink kicking into high gear, but the lingering eyes of her brother and sister-in-law had her forcing out an explanation. “We haven’t really defined things yet.”

“Well, that’s exciting,” Nora smiled, opening the door a little wider and gesturing for Bridget to go inside. “Come help me get some plates and tell me all about it.”

It was a simple gesture, but her sincere interest in hearing about the new development in Bridget’s life meant a lot to her. Gavin had tried his best to look out for Bridget over the years, but the thirteen year age gap had made it difficult. By the time she was six, he was heading off to university so their time together was minimal and their interests were drastically different. Their relationship was far different from that of siblings who were close in age and Gavin often felt more like a distant uncle to her than a brother. However, he was around enough to notice how disinterested her parents were in her and how lacking their effort at parenting her was and he always offered his support if she ever needed it.

But he was busy and Bridget’s lonely childhood had made her independent enough that she rarely took him up on the offer so it wasn’t until her adult years - when the age difference was less jarring - that they’d really made an effort to get to know each other and form a bond. She always knew that he cared about her though - and that did Nora too - and the warmth she felt from them taking an interest in the changes in her life almost made up for the pain she felt from an evening surrounded by the coldness of her parents.

Despite how demoralising most of the evening had been, the pitstop that Bridget planned to make on her way home had a flicker of excitement rising in her stomach as she pulled out of her parents' driveway. The present sitting on the passenger seat beside her had made her nervous earlier in the day - like her, Chris hadn’t mentioned his birthday and she didn’t want to overstep - but it wasn’t anything extravagant so she was hopeful that he’d appreciate the gesture. However, the doubts crept back in when she pulled into his driveway and saw the many vehicles that were already parked by his house.

It made sense that he would be having some kind of celebration, but she didn’t want him to think that she was trying to crash his party and force him to include her in something that she hadn’t been invited to. Considering that she’d spent enough time that evening being somewhere she wasn’t truly wanted, she was tempted to turn around and just stop by the following day instead when he was more likely to be alone, but she was there and the present was ready to go so she came up with a compromise and a plan to simply leave the gift beside the door for him to find when his guests left.

She crept up the stairs of his porch and gently placed the gift bag beside his door, but just as she leaned down to fix the tissue paper and make sure it didn’t look too ruffled, the door in front of her swung open.

Surprised by the motion and sudden light around her, she jumped back and looked up to see a man she didn’t recognize eyeing her up very suspiciously.

“Can I help you?”

His tone was harsh, but it was understandable as she was sure that anyone in Chris’ life would be unhappy to find a stranger skulking around his property at night.

“I was just leaving a present for Chris,” she explained, gesturing to the gift at their feet and hoping that the clear nerves in her voice didn’t make her seem even more suspicious. “Maybe you could give it to him for me? Tell him it’s from Bridget?”

Realization washed over his face as his concern shifted into something more like excitement.

“The Bridget?” he asked with a smirk. “I’ve heard so much about you. I’m Scott, Chris’ brother.”

“Oh, hi!” Bridget smiled, happy to finally have a face to put to the name. “I’ve heard a lot about you too.”

“Don’t believe any of it,” Scott joked, opening the door a little wider and stepping aside. “C’mon inside.”

“Oh, no, I wasn’t-”

Before Bridget could even voice her protest, Scott turned his head and shouted, “Chris! Your girlfriend is here!”

He waited by the door for a moment as a commotion could be heard echoing from another room until Chris appeared, jogging down the hallway towards them as Bridget picked up the gift that was still sitting on the doormat.

“Bridget,” he smiled. “I didn’t even hear you knock.”

“She didn’t,” Scott informed him. “I was just heading out to get my phone charger from Carly’s car and I ran into her.”

“I brought you a present,” Bridget explained as Scott excused himself to continue his original task. “I promise I wasn’t trying to intrude or just show up uninvited to your birthday party.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Chris assured her. “I should have invited you anyway, but I knew my whole family was coming and thought it might be kinda intimidating. I didn’t wanna scare you off already.”

He looked a little sheepish as he spoke, but Bridget quickly waved him off.

“You don’t need to explain,” she insisted. “I get it and I’m not offended, but I just wanted to drop off your gift.”

Clearly relieved by her understanding, the look on his face shifted into one of suspicion.

“How did you even know it was my birthday?”

“Some of us don’t need to be told when someone’s birthday is.”

Her words were a teasing reference to his lack of knowledge about her birthday a few months earlier and Chris scoffed out a laugh before calling out the disparity.

“It’s a little unfair when I can’t just find out information about you on the internet,” he pointed out. “Did you Google it?”

“Maybe it was just my intuition,” she shrugged with a smirk on her face, but as Chris narrowed his eyes into a suspicious glare, she relented and admitted, “You were trending on Twitter all day, I eventually caved and had to investigate why.”

Chris chuckled and shook his head.

“That’s cheating.”

“Is not,” Bridget protested. “Anyway, you should have told me.”

“You didn’t tell me about yours.”

It was a fair counterpoint, but Bridget couldn’t hold back the roll of her eyes.

“We barely knew each other back then, it was different.”

Chris shrugged, but before he could offer any further arguments, Scott bounded back up the porch steps towards them.

“Oh my god, Chris, invite her inside already,” he teased his brother before doing it himself. “You should come and say hi to everyone, I’m sure they’d love to meet you.”

“Oh, that’s okay, I really don’t want to intrude.”

“You’re not intruding at all,” Chris assured her. “They would love to meet you and I think they’re all heading out soon anyway, but there’s no pressure if you’d rather meet them another time.”

Knowing how close Chris was to his family made meeting them an intimidating thing, but thanks to Scott’s announcement she was sure they all knew that she was there and slipping away without saying hello might seem pretty rude. So, after taking a moment to work up a little courage, she flashed him a smile and nodded her head.

“I’d love to meet them.”

The grin that her answer put on his face had her relieved by her decision and her feeling of relief only grew when he grabbed her hand before leading her down the hallway after Scott. When they entered his living room, Bridget felt her nerves spike again as their presence immediately captured everyone’s attention, but she found comfort in the way that Chris slid his arm around her waist and pulled her close. It seemed that he was right about everyone leaving soon as they appeared to be gathering their things and slipping on their coats, but they all paused their actions as their eyes fell on her.

“Everyone, this is Bridget,” Chris introduced her. “And Bridget, this is everyone.”

He quickly gave her a rundown of who exactly ‘everyone’ was. She already knew Carly, but was grateful for the reminder of the other names as he pointed out his mother - Lisa - his other sister - Shanna - and her boyfriend - Mitch - and Carly’s husband - Rick. Scott - who she’d, of course, already met - lingered beside them as she tried to push her anxieties aside enough to muster up some charm.

“It’s so nice to meet you all,” she smiled. “Chris talks about you guys a lot.”

“Oh, does he?” Lisa raised an eyebrow, an amused look on her face. “That’s good to know because we were just debating why he was trying to hide us from his new girlfriend.”

“Yeah,” Shanna agreed. “Not inviting you to dinner, talking to you on his porch instead of inviting you inside. We were starting to think he’s ashamed of us.”

“Ashamed isn’t the right word,” Chris smirked. “But things have a tendency to get a little loud and obnoxious when we’re all together and I’m still in the process of tricking Bridget into thinking I’m normal.”

“You are?” Bridget giggled. “Then I hate to break it to you, but I’ve known pretty much from the start that you’re not.”

“What gave him away?” Carly chimed in. “Was it the incredibly unsubtle way that he showed up at my house when he knew you’d be there? Or the way he offered to paint your entire house just to get you to agree to go out with him? Or was it just his general personality?”

“Definitely just his personality,” Bridget joked. “I found those other things pretty endearing.”

“Endearing?” Scott scoffed. “Or creepy?”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Chris protested, shaking his head despite the smile on his face. “Keep it up and this will be the last time I suggest she comes to meet you all.”

“We can just organize it ourselves,” Bridget shrugged. “I have Carly’s number and I might get more secrets out of them if you’re not there anyway.”

Chris let out a dramatic gasp, but her answer had a chuckle rippling through the rest of the group.

“She’s outsmarted you there,” Lisa teased him. “But we would love to get to know you, Bridget. Maybe we can all get together for dinner some time soon, with your son too.”

There was a sincerity to her voice that made it clear the offer was genuine and not made out of any sense of obligation and Bridget eagerly agreed. They chatted for a little bit longer as Bridget asked how their evening had gone and they squeezed in a little more teasing of Chris - about his age and looming gray hairs - but as his niece and nephews started to yawn, the group decided it was time to say their goodbyes. Bridget hung back as Chris followed them to the door, but as she saw each person take the time to pull him into a hug and wish him a ‘happy birthday’ one last time, she was amazed by the warmth between them. She knew that her family were the exception more than the rule when it came to the low level of comfort they had with each other, but the closeness and love between everyone in Chris’ family was a stark contrast to her own after the long evening she’d spent in the closed off, standoffish company of her parents.

It also wasn’t lost on her that simply by including Landon in the invitation for dinner, Lisa had given him more thought than her parents had in months.

Her observations had a flicker of emotion rising in her, but rather than the jealousy that she usually felt when faced with the unavoidable fact that her parents were awful, she felt a sense of determination. Landon would never have to feel the way that she did. She would do whatever it took to make sure that their relationship was more like the one Chris and his mother had than the one she had with her own and she hoped that - like Lisa - she could build a family for him that made him feel as loved as Chris’ clearly did for him. The way they genuinely enjoyed each other’s company, their eagerness to all be together again soon, the strong bonds between them all that gave them such a sturdy, unwavering support system. That was what she wanted for her son, not the formality and complete lack of affection that she got from her own parents. She knew she was nothing like her own mother - she couldn't even imagine being so detached and uncaring towards Landon - but she wanted to be able to provide him with the experience of a big, loving family and if she was being entirely honest, she wanted that for herself too.

Once the group had left - and Scott, who was staying with Chris, had excused himself to call his boyfriend who was back in L.A. - Chris led her back to the living room, pausing to pick up the gift that she’d brought for him before they settled on the couch.

“Your family seems really great,” Bridget smiled as he sat close enough to drape his arm across the back of the couch behind her as she turned towards him and tucked her knees up to rest against his leg. “They’re very sweet.”

“They can be,” Chris agreed. “When they’re not trying to embarrass me.”

“It’s cute, and it obviously comes from a place of love.”

“It does,” he nodded. “And if I’m being honest, I’ve been just as bad when one of them has introduced us to someone they’re dating.”

His words had her thinking back to the conversation she’d had earlier with her brother and a word that Chris’ family members had thrown around quite casually during their conversation. He’d provided her with the perfect segue to broach the subject, but that didn’t prevent a knot from forming in her stomach as she cautiously tried to figure out the best way to ask him about what was on her mind.

“There was something I was wondering about that,” she started, earning a raise of Chris’ eyebrows that prompted her to continue. “I heard the word ‘girlfriend’ a lot tonight from your family when they were referring to me.”

It was a statement more than a question, but the ‘what are we’ conversation was one that Bridget hadn’t had to have in a very long time and she wasn’t entirely sure how else to initiate it. Chris hesitated - as if he was waiting for her to continue - but when she offered no more explanation, he asked her a question of his own.

“Is that okay?” His cheeks were noticeably more red as he asked and he continued before Bridget could reply. “It just seemed like the easiest way to describe you to them, but I know we haven’t had that conversation and I don’t wanna make any assumptions. I know you wanted to take things slow, I’m not trying to pressure you into anything.”

He seemed a little frazzled - a little too quick to reassure her - and Bridget couldn't help but smile at his flustered state.

“It’s okay with me,” Bridget assured him. “I just wasn’t sure if they were just teasing you or something and I didn’t want to just assume that you weren’t still seeing other people too.”

The look on Chris’ face at that suggestion spoke for itself, but she appreciated the immediate protest that slipped from his lips.

“No, definitely not. I haven’t seen anyone else since we met. Are you?”

“No, dating isn’t really my thing.” Bridget smiled before realizing how dismissive she sounded and adding, “And I wouldn’t want to even if it was.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Chris grinned as he laced his fingers with hers. “So, should we make this official?”

“I would really like that.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Chris pressed his lips against hers as she smiled into the kiss.

“See,” she murmured when she pulled away a moment later. “Your family’s teasing is good for something after all.”

“I guess so,” Chris chuckled before adding another admission. “I gotta be honest, when you showed up here all dressed up, I did wonder if you were seeing someone else too.”

Bridget glanced down at her outfit and could see how he’d come to that conclusion. Dinner with her parents wasn’t exactly a formal attire event, but she was certainly wearing nicer clothes than she would have if she’d come straight from work or from an evening alone at home. However, there was a slight flaw in his assumption.

“You really thought I went out with one guy and then stopped on my way home to drop off a birthday present for another guy that I’m seeing?”

“I was really hoping you hadn’t,” Chris smiled. “But you look really nice so I wasn’t sure.”

His curiosity was clear in his voice despite the lack of follow up questions so Bridget provided an explanation.

“Nah, it wasn’t anything like that. It was just one of my regular appointments to get every ounce of my self worth drained from my soul.” Her dramatic statement earned a look of shock from Chris that had a giggle falling from her lips before she clarified. “I had dinner with my parents for their anniversary.”

“Wow, and it was that bad?”

“It was pretty rough, but I got to see my brother and his family so that was nice,” Bridget shared, but the ache in her heart that always appeared when she thought about her parents’ behaviour had her quickly changing the subject. “But it’s all good. And today is about you, so why don’t you open your present?”

There was a moment of hesitation, but Bridget was grateful that he didn’t push the issue as he nodded and picked up the present from where he’d put it down beside him. If they were going to be in each other’s lives - a fact that she was fairly confident in now that they were ‘official’ - she knew there would be a time when she had to be more open about her struggles with her family, but they’d sucked away enough of her joy for one evening and she was happy to focus on Chris instead.

“It’s not much,” she warned him as he carefully pulled the tissue paper out of the bag. “But I assume that you buy yourself most things you need when you need them so I tried to think of something you might like but that you wouldn’t think to buy for yourself.”

“Interesting…” Chris hummed as he pulled the heavy book from the bag and Bridget watched his face light up as he read the title out loud. “The Hubble Space Telescope: Expanding Universe. Wow, Bridget, this is amazing!”

He quickly began perusing through the pictures of the coffee table book he was holding as his enthusiasm had relief washing over Bridget.

“You really like it? I saw it when I was restocking the shelves in the library and I immediately thought of you, but I wasn’t sure if it was actually something you’d want.”

“It’s really cool, I love it.” He paused his movement as he flipped through the pages and stretched up to steal another kiss before a gentle ‘thank you’ slipped from his lips.

“You’re welcome.”

Bridget let her hand slide up to scratch at the hairs on the nape of his neck and he leaned into her touch despite his obvious eagerness to finish looking through the pictures in the book on his lap. But just as his eyes drifted shut as he relaxed into her caress, they shot back open with a hopeful twinkle in them.

“Do you want to stay here tonight?”

The question caught Bridget off guard, but after a moment of hesitation, she reluctantly turned down the offer.

“I can’t,” she sighed. “I have an early meeting tomorrow morning.”

“You could go from here?”

“Dressed like this?” Bridget raised an eyebrow, gesturing to her fancy attire. “I’d look like I’m doing a walk of shame.”

“Well,” Chris smirked, stretching up until his lips were just inches away from hers. She tried to urge him closer with the hand on the back of his neck, but he stayed firm as he tried to entice her with a proposition. “We could make a real walk of shame if you’d like.”

The suggestion had her letting out a laugh, but it was quickly silenced when Chris captured her lips in another kiss and it suddenly became a lot more difficult to think of any reason why she shouldn’t spend the night. As his mouth moved against hers - his hand sliding up to her cheek, tilting her head so he could dip his tongue past her lips - the dizziness and heat that clouded her mind had her wondering if she even really needed a job at all.

In the end, sense managed to prevail and she slowly leaned away from his touch.

“It’s very tempting,” she admitted. “A little too tempting, but I really should get going.”

The smirk on Chris’ face was a little softer despite the fierce darkness that had spread in his pupils.

“Have I scared you away now?”

“Not at all,” Bridget assured him as a regretful sigh slipped from her lips. “I’m just trying to be a responsible adult and make choices that won’t lead to me getting fired.”

“They’d fire you just for showing up to one meeting a little overdressed?”

His skepticism was fair, but Bridget bit back a smirk of her own as she shrugged.

“No, but I have a feeling that if I stay then you’d do your best to keep me from going to my meeting at all,” she teased. “And I could get fired for that.”

A chuckle slipped from Chris’ lips as he shook his head at her claim.

“You’re making me sound like a creep again,” he warned her. “But if you really have to go then I guess I’ll survive…even if it is my birthday.”

He threw in a dramatic pout for added effect, but Bridget simply rolled her eyes as she dragged herself off the couch.

“Guilt trips don’t work on me,” she informed him. “I’m a mom, I’m very experienced at tuning it out.”

“Damn, well, it was worth a try,” Chris grinned. “But what about Wednesday night? Wanna come for dinner?”

Bridget felt a flicker of nerves as she wondered if agreeing to the invitation also meant she was agreeing to more based on their previous flirtatious conversation, but Chris had given her no reason to believe that he would rush her into anything so she nodded.

“That would be nice,” she agreed. “I do work on Thursdays when I don’t have Landon, but I get a later start so I won’t have to rush home early.”

“Perfect.” Chris smiled as he stood up as well, pulling her against him to steal one last quick kiss. “I’m looking forward to it already.”

There was something about the huskier tone to his voice that flooded Bridget with a nervous excitement that lingered even after they’d said their goodbyes and she was driving home. Other than the occasional breathtaking kiss, things had been fairly chaste between them and while she was eager for more - and was fairly certain that Chris was as well - the idea also brought up a lot of anxiety in Bridget. Her insecurities were running wild as her doubts threatened to damper her excitement, but the undeniable anticipation she felt as she thought of their next date was enough to keep her spirits high.

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Jealousy, Jealousy

Pairings: Jack Harlow x Reader

Words: 1,535

Sneak Peak: “You know what’s fucking exhausting Jack? You tell me you love me, how much you want to be with me, that you would do anything for me, but I ask you to give me the decency to treat me like I am more important that your career, and suddenly I’m asking for too much.

Warnings: Angst, language

“Hey, its Jack, you know what to do.”

You sighed and punched the end call button on your phone before throwing it on the bed. You were half hoping he would pick up, half hoping he would send it to voicemail. The last couple of days had been a test for your relationship, and you could not remember the last time a conversation between you two didn’t end with yelling. Jack had been on the road a lot lately, and while you knew this is what you had signed up for when you began dating one of the biggest rappers in the world, it was becoming increasingly obvious that you couldn’t keep up with the lifestyle. There were late nights, long stints of time where you didn’t get to hold or kiss your boyfriend, and the constant internal jealousy from having to share his attention with everyone else. You rarely brought your concerns up to Jack because you didn’t want to come off as the jealous girlfriend, but you had reached your wits end.

Good timing or not, you realized that you wouldn’t be able to continue in this relationship any further if things weren’t going to change. You just hoped that Jack would understand, and you could avoid another fight.

You sat on your couch for the next 15 minutes, anticipating a knock on the door. When you heard the rap of his knuckles on the wood, the sound startled you out of your seat. Jack walked in, hoodie over his messy, chestnut curls, gray sweatpants sitting low on his hips, his white tee peeking out from under his sweatshirt. Neither of you bothered with a greeting, Jack immediately walking into your kitchen to grab a bottle of water. You sat back down on the couch with a sigh, wrapping yourself in your arms. Jack came out of the kitchen and downed some of his water while leaning against the threshold into the living room. Jack never really made you nervous two years into your relationship but tonight you were a bundle of nerves. As you fiddled with your hoodie, Jack tracked your every move from across the room.

This wasn’t the first time he had been in this situation. None of his previous girls were able to handle the pressures of his fame, and at this point, he was tired of having to justify his actions to make them feel better. The only reason he showed up tonight was because he thought you were different. You had been one of his biggest supporters, and even though things weren’t always easy, you seemed to understand that his career was incredibly important to him and there were too many people who relied on him to give it up. The last couple of weeks of arguments had made him second guess your relationship, and he had mentally prepared to walk out of here a single man.

You looked up at Jack hoping to find some sort of sadness in his face that would confirm he was hurting, but he just looked tired. He took another drink of his water, finishing the bottle. He threw the bottle in the trash and folded his arms against his chest, still silent.

“Are you going to say something?” Jack just shook his head. You couldn’t hide the tears that were starting to well in your eyes. “Why not?” you wanted to push the issue, make him uncomfortable. Jack had to be in control of everything, even the conversation, but you needed to get this out. He sighed and rubbed his eyes with his hand. “I can’t say anything without it setting you off, and I’m tired of arguing with you.”

“Don’t you think I’m tired of arguing with you, too?” You wiped a single tear that ran down your face.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I want you to say that you understand.”

“Understand what?” Jack’s temper was starting to flare. “Understand that you want me to be with you instead of in the studio making music? Understand how you get jealous anytime I talk to another woman even if it’s nothing? You are fucking exhausting.”

The tears were free flowing now, and you had never felt so small. This wasn’t the reaction you were hoping for, but you were expecting it. You tried to keep your voice calm, but you could barely get the words out in between sobs and your tone was shaky.

“You know what’s fucking exhausting Jack? You tell me you love me, how much you want to be with me, that you would do anything for me, but I ask you to give me the decency to treat me like I am more important that your career, and suddenly I’m asking for too much. You say you want to marry me, be together forever, but expect me to take a back seat to your popularity.”

Jack sat down in the armchair across the coffee table, slumping back, draping his arms over the edge. Up until this point, the conversation had never gotten this far, the conversation ending as soon as you started crying because he couldn’t stand to see you upset. This time was different. You were crying, but he could tell in your face that you were angry and fed up.

“You don’t understand the amount of pressure I am under. This is the only thing I have wanted for my entire life, and now that I have it, I will not let it go. My family and friends depend on me for their livelihood, so this is bigger than my popularity.” He hung his head in his hands, leaning forward.

For the first time, you were able to visualize the giant weight that was settled on Jack’s shoulders, a constant crushing force.

“Jack, I put you first in everything that I do. There isn’t anything that I wouldn’t do for you, and I would choose you over my job every single time, because I love you.” You got up from the couch and sat down on the coffee table in front of Jack. You pulled his hands away from his face and placed them in yours. Jack immediately fell into your lap, placing his face into your stomach, and you could feel the pools of wetness from his tears on your sweatshirt. You had hoped your fights were affecting him the same way they did you, but this was something deeper, and maybe it wasn’t about you at all. You rubbed his back and sat there together for a few minutes. “Baby, talk to me. What’s going on in your head?”

“I’m afraid that if I let it go, if I look away for a second, that it’s all going to collapse. Being in this industry has been so hard, I don’t know who I can trust. If I get so caught up in you, in our relationship, and drop the ball at all, not only will I lose my career, but I will have let all the people who rely on me for jobs down.”

You take a deep breath and wipe your sympathetic tears with your hand. You kiss the top of his head and run your hand through his curls.

“But Jack, baby look at me.” Jack rose his head at your request and wiped his eyes, holding his head back. When he finally made eye contact with you, your heart was broken at his face. “You are so much more important than any fame, any music career, or any celebrity you may gain. This thing you have created, the people who support you, they are there because they believe in you and your success. Don’t you know that I would support you no matter what? And when I ask you to put me first, it’s not because I don’t think your career is important, but one day, if we are together forever, once all of this has faded away, all we’ll have is one another. All that I ask is that we support each other and remember that what we have means more than anything outside of us.”

Jack leaned forward and placed his forehead against yours, rubbing your knuckles. “Mama, I’m so sorry that I ever made you feel like you weren’t important to me. This is the first relationship where I felt like you were truly on my side, and I didn’t know how to handle it.” Jack pulled you into his lap and you placed your head against his shoulder, curled up in his lap.

“So, we’re both in agreement that if any girl approaches you, you’ll drop kick them before they can hit on you?” Jack rolled his eyes and chuckled, pushing you off his lap. He walked toward the bedroom, pulling off his sweatshirt. “Jack?” you followed behind him, “ I didn’t hear you say yes!”

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You’ll Always Be My Prince: Chapter Six—Changes

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chapter summary: princess helaena’s quickly approaching wedding brings changes for everyone around it.

chapter warnings: rhaella waters’ pov, dysphoria, angst, fluff, creator chose not to use archive warnings.

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a/n: just like in chapter four, i’m not providing specific chapter warnings this time to keep the events a secret! :) trust me, it’s worth it.

The past few months came and went with a single flap of a dragon’s wing. With the wedding planning in full swing, everybody who is anybody is busy preparing for the Prince and Princess’ special day. Dancing lessons, cake tastings, and finalizing a dinner menu are just some of the things the bride and groom-to-be have to complete before their big day. But with Aegon proving himself to be no help, all the responsibilities fall to his sister and mother. Between the two women, they completed the to-do list within days. With barely a week left before the wedding, the last thing Helaena had to do was help her cousin find a last-minute dress, the exact thing Rhaella prayed she had forgotten about.

Surrounded by handmaidens, Rhaella stands in the middle of Helaena’s chambers, a full-body mirror leaning against the wall in front of them. The women giggle and fawn over her, holding dresses against Rhaella’s front. With each dress they hold up, the more Rhaella wishes she were anywhere else. She doesn’t bother looking at each garment closely—or at all, for that matter. The women didn’t care what dress Rhaella preferred, switching dresses at a breakneck speed, saving the ones they liked best. They are picky, apparently, only setting aside three or four dresses out of the hundreds they’ve shoved in her face. Finally running out of new ones to thrust at her, the handmaidens return to the dresses they liked the best, picking one and undoing the lace backings.

“Take your chemise off, m’lady,” said one of the handmaidens.

The request throws Rhaella off guard. “Why?!” Her chemise is the only thing keeping her modesty intact, and now they want to take that from her, too?

“Yours will show from underneath the dress, m’lady. You’ll need a different one.”

“Is that truly necessary? It’s not as if I’m leaving the room with it on,” Rhae contests. She could feel all the handmaids’ eyes boring into her flesh, delving straight through her and into her soul. As if they were judging her for a reason she isn’t privy to.

The handmaiden interrupts Rhaella’s spiraling train of thought. “If you want the dress to fit appropriately, then yes, m’lady.”

Rhaella looks to Helaena, hoping the princess would speak in her favor. Unfortunately, she had her back turned, organizing the discarded dresses into a semi-neat pile across the back of her red velvet loveseat. Out of luck, Rhaella surrenders. “…Fine,” she mumbles dejectedly, hanging her head. The same handmaid lifts Rhae’s chemise over her head. Her hands cross over her chest in the blink of an eye. A new chemise slips over her, but it does nothing to curb the feeling of nausea spreading from her stomach and up through her chest.

The handmaids dress her in the first of the four options. The gown is an ugly pale yellow, the shade working against all of Rhae’s beautiful features. She doesn’t think it can get any worse, but she’s proven wrong when a corset fits around her torso. The corset is laced incredibly tight, and Rhaella swears she can feel a rib crack. It pushes her barely there breasts together in a pathetic attempt to fill out the low neckline of the dress. The handmaid dressing her turns to address Helaena, asking the princess for her thoughts.

“Have you asked Rhaella? It’s not my dress,” she said softly. “What do you think of it, Rhaella?”

Rhae looks at her reflection in the mirror. The fabric clings to her skin, creating a revealing silhouette she immediately hates. The sleeves bunch at her shoulders and inner elbows uncomfortably. “It’s too tight and uncomfortable.” If she could reach the strings of the corset, Rhaella would’ve torn it off by now.

Suddenly, she dismisses her handmaidens with a wave. Helaena approaches Rhaella as if she were an abandoned baby fawn, not wanting to add to her obvious distress. Careful not to overstep Rhae’s boundaries, Helaena slowly rests her hand on Rhaella’s shoulder, only touching her after she signals it’s alright. “Are you okay?”

She shakes her head no, afraid that if she were to speak, she’d start crying. Thankfully, it isn’t lost on Helaena, seeing the tears beginning to well in Rhae’s eyes. She guides her to sit on the floor, a hand on her elbow the entire time. Helaena sits beside Rhae, her sky-blue satin skirt pooling around her.

“Can you tell me what’s the matter?” she asks, her voice gentle and soft.

Rhaella pulls her knees up to her chest. “I don’t…I don’t feel good, I guess,” she mumbles to hide how shaky her voice sounded. “Can you help me take this off?”

Helaena nods, deft fingers untying the strings of the corset and dress, pulling them apart to loosen them, ridding Rhae of the corset first. “Here, you can slip out of this now.” She helps Rhaella push her dress over her head. Rhae grabs the loose-fitting dress she wore originally, pulling it on quickly.

“Thank you for sending your handmaids away.” Rhaella’s knees return to her chest, and she wraps her arms around them, resting her head on her forearms. The tears that had started to form backed off as she began to calm down.

Helaena fiddles with the hem of her skirt. “Of course. Are you feeling any better now that you’re out of the dress?”

Rhaella looks at the wall. Discomfort licked at her like fire licks a wooden log. Her efforts to ignore it proved impossible, despite how hard she willed it to. Hyperaware of everything, Rhae desperately wished to curl up in a ball and never be seen again. It feels like a thousand eyes are watching her from every conceivable angle, judging her, mocking her, leering at her. She feels it most in her chest and lower regions. Rhaella doesn’t know how to put everything she’s experiencing into words. Let alone words that Helaena would understand. She’s not even sure if Aemond could understand it. “A bit, yeah,” she lies.

She smiles sweetly at her, nodding. “Have you had enough to eat today? Maybe that could be behind it.”

“I mean, I had breakfast,” Rhae shrugs. “It has been a while since I ate, I guess.”

Before Rhaella can protest, Helaena opens her door a crack and speaks to one of her handmaidens, requesting a platter of food to be delivered quickly. Closing the door as she returns to sit by Rhaella. “Do you feel up for continuing to look for dresses?”

She hesitates before responding, carefully thinking over her words. “Is there any way I could wear something other than a dress?”

Helaena looks puzzled for a moment. “Did you have anything in mind?”

“Maybe a fancy doublet and a long skirt?” she proposes. “I don’t think I can wear a dress for such a long time.” It’s Rhaella’s turn now to fidget with the hem of her skirt.

Helaena nods, mumbling to herself. Before she can continue, a handmaiden knocks on the door, entering after Helaena grants her permission. The woman brought a pleasing spread of red and green grapes, honeyed apple slices, cheese and crackers, and slices of thick-cut ham. Rhaella’s stomach grumbles at the sight. Setting the platter down on a table in the center of the room, the maid curtseyed and exited. Helaena moves the platter between them on the floor, pulling a handful of grapes off the vine for herself. Rhaella does the same, taking a bite out of a slice of ham.

“Thank you,” Rhae hums around a mouthful of food. “You don’t have to do all that, you know.”

The Princess smiles at her. “I want you to have a good time at my wedding, cousin. You’re important to me.”

Her confession warms Rhaella’s heart, the feeling aiding in curbing the spread of her discomfort. “I just…” she hesitates, gnawing on her bottom lip. “I don’t want to ruin your big day.” She cuts her sentence short, stopping herself before she has the chance to embarrass herself. Rhaella looks away, focusing intently on the food in front of her instead.

Helaena scoots closer to her but leaves enough room so she won’t feel crowded. She picks another handful of grapes from the platter. “Impossible,” she says softly.

“But—”

Helaena stops Rhae in her tracks with a raise of her hand. “No buts.”

She shuts her mouth and nods. Despite Helaena’s soft-spoken nature, Rhaella knows better than to argue with her.

Before they know it, the sun sets below the horizon, cueing Rhaella to return to her own chambers, wedding outfit in hand. With the wedding in just a few days, she was lucky to have found something as fancy as this one. When she opens the door to her room, she finds Aemond sitting in bed waiting for her. “How long have you been here?” she asks, unfazed by his presence.

He shrugs. “I fell asleep at some point, so I’m guessing I’ve been here a while.” Aemond wears a pair of loose-fitting black breeches and a thin, unbuttoned white shirt. He wears his hair loose and unbraided, lying messy over his shoulders and back. Bruises and shallow cuts litter his arms and chest from training this morning. Rhae’s seen him like this hundreds of times, but it feels different this time. Butterflies flutter about in her stomach, and she doesn’t know why. “Where have you been?” Ae questions, running a hand through his hair.

“With your sister, finding a last-minute outfit.” Rhaella smiles at him before turning to face her dresser. “We ate like an embarrassing amount of food, too,” she says, making Aemond chuckle.

“Nothing new for you, though,” he teases, earning himself a rolled-up pair of socks to the forehead. “Hey!”

Rhae glances at him from over her shoulder. “Theres more where that came from if you’re not careful!”

“I yield, ‘O great warrior! I yield! Don’t hit me with more stinky socks, I beg of ‘ye!” Ae throws his arm over his forehead for dramatic effect.

She rolls her eyes at him fondly before turning to face her dresser. “You’re so odd, you know that?”

Ae nods proudly. “You wouldn’t have me any other way, and you know it.”

“Weirdo.” Folding her new outfit neatly and placing it in one of the drawers, she changes into her pajamas. Rhae crawls in bed, snuggling nicely into Aemond’s arms. “I’ve missed you today, though.” She rests her head on his shoulder.

He lays his cheek atop Rhae’s head, holding her close. “You know I always miss you, Rhae.”

She burrows herself further into his embrace, pushing his shirt to the side, tracing a green and yellow bruise forming over his ribcage. “Training again today?” Aemond nodded. “Did you forget your armor?” she teases, poking the bruise, earning herself a yelp.

“No, I didn’t forget my armor,” Aemond pokes her back. “I sparred with real swords today.” He hopes Rhae doesn’t notice how flustered he gets from her wandering fingertips.

Unfortunately for him, she does notice but thinks it best to keep it to herself. “Did you win?”

Aemond makes a face at her, raising an eyebrow. “What do you think?”

“I think,” she pauses, biting her bottom lip like a cat who caught the canary, “Aegon kicked you flat on your ass.”

He smirks at Rhaella before slipping out from under her, straddling her waist and pinning her wrists at her sides. “Oh, yeah?” Aemond bites his bottom lip. “Aegon couldn’t knock over a drunk one-legged dwarf even if he asked him to.”

The butterflies return tenfold, flapping up what felt like a hurricane in her stomach. But, she finds she doesn’t hate it, surprising herself a bit. Rhaella giggles and squirms in his grasp, trying to wiggle out from underneath him. “Could he knock over a one-eyed dwarf instead?” she teases.

Needing the use of his hands, Ae moves her wrists beneath his knees, keeping her from wiggling out from under him. Using his newly freed hands to tickle up and down Rhae’s sides, Rhae squeals with laughter, kicking her legs out in a futile attempt to push him off her. “Take that back!” he commands, never lessening his playful assault.

“Never!” Rhae eventually manages to push him off, and he flops on his side with a laugh and a grin. He doesn’t stay that way for long, however. Rhaella shoves him to lie flat on his back, her turn to straddle his waist. “See! You couldn’t even beat me!” she boasts pridefully.

Aemond lifts an eyebrow at her again, his grin morphing into a smirk. In the blink of an eye, he is back on top again, both hands pinning Rhae’s above her head this time. He laces their fingers together. “Beat you,” Ae whispers, breath hot against her face. His hair fell from his shoulders, creating a silver curtain on either side of Rhaella’s head.

“You beat me,” Rhae whispers back.

He leans in close, their noses barely touching. “What’s my prize?” he asks, his voice just as quiet as hers but with a hint of snarkiness.

“Your prize?” she questions with a smirk, squeezing his hands.

“Mhmm, my prize, Rhae.”

They gaze into each other’s eyes, chestnut brown meeting violet, just like the hundreds of times before. It felt different this time, though. Older, more mature, somehow. “Go on, Ae, claim your prize.” Before Rhaella can say anything more, Aemond shuts his eye and closes the gap between them, pressing his lips to hers. He untangles his right hand from Rhaella’s, cupping her cheek instead.

Rhae’s thick eyebrows furrow upwards in surprise. She’s never kissed anyone before, but that’s not to say she hasn’t fantasized about it. Her eyes flutter closed, leaning into the weight of Aemond’s palm. His soft lips feel good against hers. It’s different than the books she’s read had described it, but it’s not disappointing. The kiss ends just as quickly as it began, both of them opening their eyes as soon as they pull apart. Both their faces are flushed a deep red. Rhaella watches as panic spreads across Aemond’s features.

He stumbles over his words, unable to get a coherent sentence out the first few times he tries. “You—You don’t…hate me, right?” he asks quietly, sitting up.

Still lying there, Rhaella does her best to process everything that happened. He kissed her! Like, on the lips! Her best friend kissed her! Why do I almost want him to do it again? I hope he does it again, she thinks. Rhae brushes her fingers over her lips. “Of course, I don’t hate you, Ae,” she whispers. “You asked for a prize, after all.”

Aemond smiles in relief, chuckling to himself almost. “You’re right.”

“Did you like it? Your prize?”

He nods enthusiastically, the redness in his face migrating down his neck. “Did you?” She nods as well.

She pushes a lock of hair behind her ear, propping herself up on her elbows. “Why did you, though?”

Aemond shrugs, glancing between her eyes and the mattress. “You looked really pretty, laying there like that,” he whispers. “Your hair, your eyes. The way you were teasing me.” He holds her gaze solidly now. “You’re the best prize I could think of. You promise you’re not mad at me?”

Rhae’s blush spreads down her neck, just like Ae’s had. “I promise I’m not mad. I could never be mad at you, you know.” Her hand moves to the back of her neck, nerves preventing her from sitting still. I could get used to being a prize, she thinks. But only if Ae’s the winner.

“Can I kiss you again, Rhae?” Their noses are nearly touching now. Somehow, he had been leaning closer without her noticing.

Rhaella’s face practically bursts into flames. He wants to kiss me again! Why am I so excited about that? Her hands rest on Ae’s shoulders, shoving her train of thought into the corner of her mind for now. “You—You can kiss me again.”

Aemond leans down the rest of the way, kissing her as softly as before. It’s quick and innocent, lips still against hers. Aemond pulls back just enough for their noses to touch, and Rhae giggles when he does. “What’s so funny?” he whispers, teasing her slightly.

“Nothing!” she teases back, still giggling.

He laces their fingers together again, squeezing. “You sure about that?”

Rhaella grins proudly at him. “Mhmm!”

He smirks back at her, seemingly regaining his confidence. “Is that your final answer, Rhae?” She nods. Aemond pushes Rhae on her back, her hair fanning out messily above her head. Their hands are still intertwined, and Ae holds them in his lap.

“Yep.” She doesn’t attempt to wiggle out of Aemond’s grasp, acting uncharacteristically pliant, rousing Ae’s suspicion.

Aemond rolls his eye at her dramatically. “I could just tickle it out of you instead.”

“Wait, wait! Don’t tickle me!” Rhaella backpedals, earning herself a satisfactory grin from Ae. “Maybe that’s not my final answer.”

Aemond chuckles, showing off his slightly fang-like canine teeth.

“I’m just warning you; it’s not as intriguing as you might think.” Rhae pulls her legs up so her knees are in the air, shifting Ae to sit more on her abdomen than her hips. “I thought you looked cute after you pulled away,” she admits shyly.

He smiles at her. “Can I tell you a secret?” Rhaella nods, and he leans down to whisper in her ear. “I think you’re cute, too.”

Rhaella grows flustered again, redness traveling from her cheeks to her neck. Silently changing the subject, Rhae untangles her hands from his, wrapping her arms around him instead, and pulls Ae down to lie on top of her. “Gods, you’re heavy!” she exclaims, making Ae chuckle almost proudly. Aemond doesn’t fuss over the role reversal, happily lying his head on Rhae’s chest. Her knees are still bent, so Ae positions his legs between hers, lying in a straight line.

“Thank you,” Aemond giggles, flexing his semi-existent muscles. “Can I ask you something, Rhae?”

“Ask away.”

He crosses his arms across her chest, ensuring his chin won’t dig into her uncomfortably. “Was I your first?”

Rhae nods. “Was I yours, too?” He nods as well. “I’m happy it was you. I can’t think of anyone else I’d want to kiss.”

“Good, I wouldn’t want you kissing anyone else, anyway.”

His statement causes the butterflies to return once more. “Who else would I be kissing, Ae?” she asks, giggling softly.

Aemond shrugs. “Beats me.”

“You’re so weird.”

“Yeah, but you love it,” Ae smirks, making a playful face at her.

Rhaella sticks her tongue out at him. “Unfortunately.”

They lay there for a while, talking about everything and nothing simultaneously. Aemond had slid to lay half on her and half off, head resting on the heel of his hand. Rhaella yawns at some point, causing Ae to yawn, and before they know it, both of them are exhausted.

“Will you stop yawning? You’re making me yawn!” Ae exclaims, trying to fight off a yawn of his own.

She yawns again. “I’m not doing it on purpose! You keep making me yawn!”

“Well, maybe we both should stop yawning, then!” Ae suggests, and they both nod in agreement. After a few tries, they succeed in their goal, but not without giggling throughout the process.

A breeze rustles the curtains, making Rhae shiver. Noticing this, Aemond peels himself from her, and she grumbles in protest. Rhaella immediately misses his presence, his body acting like her own personal furnace. She whines, knowing exactly how to get what she wants from him. “Come back, I’m cold now.”

“I’m closing the window, gimme a sec, Rhae.”

Rhaella groans and sighs dramatically. “I’m going to freeze to death, and it’ll be all your fault!”

He chuckles under his breath. “So, I’ll finally have all my clothes back since a particular thief—who’ll remain nameless—won’t be around to steal them anymore? Oh, whatever shall I do then?” Ae hums, happily playing along with Rhaella’s little game. He crosses his arms over his chest, turning around to look at her.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Ae. I’d never dare steal the prince’s clothes!” she giggles and yawns innocently. Her act would almost be convincing if Ae didn’t know she had a dresser drawer filled with his stolen clothes.

Aemond crawls back into bed, and Rhae wastes no time snuggling into his side. “Happy now?” She nods cheerfully. Aemond pulls the covers over them, tucking the blankets underneath her chin. She hugs her arms around his abdomen, using him like a stuffed animal. Before he could say goodnight, Rhaella was out cold, sleeping with her head on his chest. He watches her sleep with a peaceful expression, brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear. “You look so pretty,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, ensuring he wouldn’t wake her. Gently, Ae kisses her forehead and blows out the candle on his nightstand, leaving the room in darkness.

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When You Get Sick (Eddie Munson X Reader)

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Summary: Eddie takes care of you when you're sick

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Mature readers only (18+). Brief mention of Eddie's previous home life. Sickness. Medication.

A/N: Writing a few drabbles in my Angle Face 'Verse because I am still currently sick! Love that for me.

You know the minute you wake up something’s not right. Your throat feels like it’s filled with razor blades, and you’re boiling hot under Eddie’s comforter. You push it off your body and shrug off Eddie’s arm from where it’s slung over your waist. You can feel Eddie start to stir behind you, and you know he’s awake when his hand touches your back.

“Can we open a window? S’too hot.”

“It’s December, sweetheart.” His voice is filled with sleep as he rubs his eyes. “It’s freezing in here.”

“No-“ You cough into your arm and groan at the burning sensation in your throat. “Don’t feel good.”

It makes Eddie perk up almost instantly, and he’s already sitting up, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead.

“Yeah, you’re burning up.”

You groan loudly, slapping his hand away. “This is ridiculous.”

“How did you feel last night?”

You pause, frowning. You thought your throat felt a little scratchy when you swallowed, and you felt more tired than usual, but you blamed it on the extra shifts at work. So much for a good nights sleep to feel better. You turn over in the bed to face him.

“First proper day we get to spend together in forever and I get sick.” You already feel the tears form before you’ve even finished talking.

Eddie props himself up on his elbow and looks down at you. “Baby, are you crying?”

“Yes!” You croak, wiping at your eyes. “I had our day all planned out and everything.”

“Hey.” He soothes, pushing your hair back from your clammy forehead. “We’re still together, aren’t we? We can set up in the living room, watch a couple movies. I can do a food run, and uh, probably a medicine run too. I’ll get you anything you want.”

“We shouldn’t. You’ll get sick too.”

“Baby, did you forget what we did last night? I’ll probably get sick too, but it’s okay.” He smiles, kissing your nose. “Do you wanna change into something else?”

A sudden shiver rocks through your body and you move closer to him, burying your face into his chest. “Want your clothes.”

He chuckles, pressing his lips to the top of your head . “Whatever you want, sweetheart. I’ll grab you some clothes, get you set up on the sofa, and then I’ll go and do a supply run.”

Your voice is muffled as you speak into his chest. “I want to come with you.”

“Baby, I don’t think you’d be able to make it to the sofa without me carrying you, let alone coming to the store with me.”

You whine, wrapping your arm around him. “I hate it when you’re right.”

“Well, it doesn’t happen a lot, so let me have this one.” He smiles. “Let me grab you something to wear.”

He kisses the top of your head a few times until you lie back against the pillow, pulling the comforter around you. He gets up quickly, searching through his dresser for some clothes. He grabs an old Iron Maiden shirt, along with a pair of his boxers that he is convinced is one of the sexiest things he’s ever seen you wear.

“Oh woah, you really want me getting you all hot and bothered.” You mumble, wiggling your eyebrows.

“You could be wearing a potato sack and you’d still be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He promises. “Sit up for me.”

You reluctantly do, moaning as he pulls away the comforter. “M’cold.”

“I know, baby. But you’ll wanna be in some fresh clothes.”

He’s not wrong. Your clothes are damp with sweat as they cling to your skin, but you’re too out of it to care as he starts to undress you. He kisses every body part he can get to as he helps you put your clothes on and you feel tears start to build in your eyes again.

“I love you.” You didn’t mean for it to sound so pathetic as you reach for him.

“I love you too, Angel Face.” He holds you tightly for a moment as he rocks you. “Ready for the sofa?”

You nod your head as you wrap the comforter around you. “Uh huh.”

You squeal as Eddie picks you up, holding you against him bridal style. “I think I could’ve walked a few feet to the living room.”

“Can you just let me take care of you?” He places you down on the sofa and pushes your hair back. “Do you want anything before I head out?”

“You got any aspirin?”

“Should do.” He nods, looking over at the kitchen. “… Somewhere.”

He kisses your forehead and walks into the kitchen, checking through the cupboards. You feel like you’ve only shut your eyes for a couple of seconds, but a hand grips onto your arm gently and squeezes. “Baby?”

You open your eyes slowly and see Eddie dressed, holding the aspirin and a glass of water in his hand. “You kinda crashed, so I thought I’d you leave until I had to go.”

You groan loudly, rubbing your eyes. “I hate getting sick.”

“I know, baby. But take these, they might help you feel a little better.” Eddie helps you sit up and he gives you the aspirin. You put them in your mouth and he holds the glass up to your lips. You glare at him, but sip from the glass until you can swallow the pills.

“I can hold a glass, Eddie.”

“Never said you couldn’t.” He puts it down on the table. “I’ll be back soon. Want me to pick up some movies to watch?”

You smile up at him hopefully. “Well it’s nearly Christmas-“

He rolls his eyes dramatically and kisses your forehead. “I’ll see what I can do. Get some rest, okay?”

“Okay.” You sigh, pulling the comforter up to your chin. “Please be quick.”

You crash before Eddie has even left the trailer park. Your eyes and limbs just feel so heavy, almost like you’re underwater. So you stay wrapped up in the comforter, your body not sure if it’s too hot or too cold. You really hate getting sick.

You’re not sure how long you’re asleep for, but you hear movement in the kitchen and you open your eyes warily. You first spot the couple plastic bags on the floor in front of you, and you can make out a couple of your favourite snacks and some bottles of Gatorade. You lick your dry lips and reach for one of the bottles, trying your best in your weak state to unscrew the cap. You grunt quietly, arms shaking as you struggle to open it. You drop it back into the bag, sighing as you rub your face. Too weak to open a bottle of Gatorade. Great.

“Hey, you’re awake.” Eddie says softly as he walks in from the kitchen. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I need my handsome boyfriend to come and cuddle the sickness away.” You bat your eyelashes at him and he laughs.

“I think I can do that.” Eddie shrugs off his jacket and reaches into one of the bags. “Guess what I got…”

He pulls out a VHS tape and watches as your face lights up. “Gremlins!”

“Happy now, Angel Face?”

You nod quickly, holding your hands out for him. “I love you so much.”

He kneels down in front of you and kisses your neck as you pull him in close. “I love you too, baby. Think you can stay awake long enough to enjoy this… Christmas classic?”

“I can try.” You smile, cupping the back of his head. “Can you open a bottle of Gatorade for me though?”

“Sure.” He smiles, sitting back on his feet and reaching into the bag. He twists the cap and opens the drink before you’ve even had time to blink.

“Make it so easy.” You mumble as he passes you the drink. You take a few sips as he puts in the tape.

“Where do you want me?” He asks as he grabs the remote.

You look up at him sweetly. “Can you be the big spoon?”

“Sure.” He grins as you pull back the comforter. He slips in behind you and pulls you close. “I picked up some cough syrup and stronger aspirin.”

You smile gently, turning your head to look back at him. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

He cups your cheek, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “Anything for you, Angel Face.”

It’s late in the day when Wayne arrives back home from work. He’s done a long shift, so he’ll eat whatever leftovers he can find in the fridge before going straight to sleep. He’s confused as he pulls up outside the trailer to see Eddie’s van. He swears the kid said you’d both be out most of the day, leaving him to get his much needed shut-eye in peace.

When he opens the trailer door, he’s surprised to find you both asleep on the couch. Eddie’s laying on his side, arms wrapped tightly around you to hold you to his chest. He soon spots the box of tissues, open junk food and bottles of Gatorade on the floor. He can tell you’re sick when he steps closer. You look rundown, your face is covered in sweat, lips chapped.

The comforter draped across you has started to fall off, so he reaches over carefully and pulls it back over you both. He notices the TV’s still on, but it’s only static. He looks around and sees the open VHS tape box of Gremlins on the side. He ejects the tape and puts it back in the box, hoping not to wake you both. He turns off the TV and turns back to watch you both for a moment.

He doesn’t miss the way Eddie holds you tighter in his sleep, his face nuzzling into your hair. Wayne’s always known that Eddie was a caretaker. Even when he was a kid he would take care of his mum, especially when she got sick. Then there was the time Eddie had moved in with him. He had barely been living there for three months before Wayne had broken his hand at work. Eddie had tried to cook Wayne pizza, which led to the infamous fire of seventy-nine. They agreed to never talk about it ever again.

But when he sees Eddie with you, he realises how much the kid has grown. It just hits him, this warmth that blooms in his chest when he watches you and him do the most mundane things. Studying together, listening to music, coming up with ideas for his next D&D campaign. He’s glad he found someone like you, who Eddie can finally experience the feeling of falling in love with. The little moments of domestication that make Wayne realise that Eddie’s not a little kid anymore.

Wayne likes you. He likes the fact you keep Eddie grounded, but never once have you tried to change him. You compliment each other in a way Wayne can’t fully figure out, but as long as his nephew’s happy, he doesn’t care. He hopes you’re it for him. On more than one occasion, Eddie has brought up the fact of moving in with you after graduating. Of having a better life than his parents did. Getting a job, getting married, maybe a couple of kids along the way. Wayne knows most of the time Eddie spews this kind of talk is when he’s high, but Wayne never pries. He knows he didn’t have the best start in life, and a part of Wayne feels responsible for letting it get so bad before it got better. But when he looks at Eddie now, he sees a man healing, and he sees a man in love. He couldn’t ask for it any better.

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IT'S YOU

Chapter 9

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Word count: 7.1 k

Warnings: Smut

A/n: Posting at last 😭 Uni is so frickin stressful like wtffff. Anywhoo, here's the long chapter we promised. Also, this chapter contains smut. First time writing smut, kinda nervous, don't judge we don't know how it works, okay? 💀🥲 Also, thanking our bsf L for helping with the smut part. Happy reading!

Xoxo,

G and M

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Y/n knew she acted like a coward, running from them was a bad move but at this point she couldn’t care less.She walked towards the washroom and saw Fabiola coming after her, as to check what she was doing, so Y/N changed her direction towards her cabin. After a few moments, she heard footsteps approaching .She knew from the sound itself that it was not Jenna .Maybe Steffin wanted to meet her or something or... She couldn't finish her thoughts because a familiar pair of emerald green eyes came into view .Her eyes lowered, only to come face to face with an ever so familiar lips . Yeah the same lips she tried to kiss a few weeks ago .

She felt so self-conscious all of a sudden .

"Hey Y/N....I noticed you were not in the cafeteria. I saw Jenna and she said you had left a few minutes ago.Um.. are you in some kind of an emergency or something?"

Harry asked with a polite smile.

Y/N cursed herself for being affected by a guy who didn't even bother to call her beforehand rather than showing up all of a sudden. At least she deserves that much, right? She covered for him in all the project meetings when he was absent.But who was she kidding? She didn't even bother to contact him and ask if he was okay . She was so caught up in her anger and jealousy that she didn't even try to call him. All of a sudden, she felt guilty.

"I…Uhh…No I am not in an emergency... I mean I am ....ughh… What am I doing ? Sorry about the rambling.I kind of am busy but it's not that much of an emergency to worry about. Shit… you get the point", she sighed.

This was why she hated Harry , he made her so nervous that her brain shut down when he was in like 10 meter radius. Harry awkwardly glanced at his hands which was rare for him because he always projected confidence.Y/N thought it was because of their awkward about-to-kiss encounter. Y/N blamed it on herself for making things uncomfortable that day.But what she did not know was that Harry had blamed it on him .

"Yeah, I got it, " Harry said, his face devoid of any emotion ." She knew she didn't have the right to feel hurt but she felt a pang in her heart when Harry talked to her like a stranger. As if sensing her thoughts, he quickly asked, "How's everything going ,Y/N? I know I bailed on you at the last moment, even though it wasn't planned...I really am sorry..." He apologized to her like he meant it .His words with so much emotion overwhelmed her.But it didn't feel like he was apologizing for the project .

"Oh ....no need to apologize for something that isn't in your control .It was an accident and there was nothing you could do to prevent it.So there is nothing to apologize for .I know you well enough to know that you're not the kind of guy who tricks people into doing your work. If anything, you're sincere and dedicated towards your job ....maybe a little too dedicated".She added the last part to lighten up the mood.

Harry's heart fluttered on hearing her words.He stared at her with so much adoration in his eyes and she felt like she didn’t know how to breathe. Breathing is actually too overrated. Who even wants to breathe when Harry Edwards Styles is looking straight into your eyes like he was trying to figure out how to solve the hardest puzzle in his life, like your face holds all the answers for his years and years of quest ?. Suddenly she became aware of another person's presence in that room .She turns around only to find a tall female figure in her office door - that woman he came with. She had a donut bag in her hand. Y/N was surprised to find that it was from her favorite shop .Maybe Ms-hot-girlfriend liked the place as well . She entered the office without much warning.Handing the donut bag to Harry, she engulfed Y/n in a bone crushing hug.Y/n was caught off-guard by the sudden hug .

"Hey Gem ..you can't just go around hugging people like that , at least introduce yourself first". He scolded her.

Why does he have to sound pissed? Maybe he’s angry that his girlfriend is hugging his nemesis?

"Don't get your panties in a twist , Mr. Jealous, I won’t hurt her. Don't mind him Y/N", the woman said and Y/N was surprised to hear the woman call her by her first name.

Harry muttered something close to a curse .

"Y/n, I am sorry on her behalf.She is just being her annoying self. This is my sister Gemma.Gemma, this is Y/n, Planning head of Thomas and Sons designs".

Gemma cuts him off "Ughh save that for another conference meeting Harry, as if I don’t know Y/n . Wow , you're pretty than when I saw you in that photo "

That made y/n curious. She asked, "photo?".

"Yeah, the one mom took of you at Harry's promotion party.That photo didn't do any justice to you.You're prettier in real life "

" Yeah, she is." Harry added quickly like he didn't have any control over his words.Y/n blushed at the sudden compliment.Her heart hammered in her chest like she was about to have a heart attack.She could feel butterflies fluttering in her stomach.Y/n stared at him for a sharp second only to find blush creeping from his cheeks to his neck. She found it really cute.

"Thank you", Y/N replied flushed.She suddenly felt bad for thinking anything going on between the two siblings.She was so caught up with jealousy that she didn't even notice any resemblance which was more obvious now.Harry was the one to break the awkward silence.

"Y/N, I heard that Steffin had submitted our design and it was selected to be presented at the annual Conference .Where is it? New York, right?"

"Wait, what?"Y/N replied confused.

It was at that moment that Steffin entered her office.

"Hey Y/N,How is your day going ?"

"Great so far , I was just thinking about asking you about our project being selected at the annual Conference of Entrepreneurs, which Harry just told me "

"I see you ruined my surprise", Steffin nudged Harry playfully."I was going to tell you today…”

"Oh please not now.I can't focus on anything you guys are saying. Let me please have a chat with Y/N and then you can discuss your boring meetings and whatnot" Gemma said with an exasperated expression.

"Gem, why don't you take a tour around the office while we get this over with?Then you can have lunch with Y/N?", Steffin suggested.

"Jen, I mean, Jenna can help you with the tour .She's in desk 3 .Last right corner."Y/N proposed thinking that it'll be better if Gemma took the tour with Jenna rather than any of the other women at the office.

"Why yes, that's a really nice idea. I'll be back, then " with that, Gemma left, leaving Y/N with Harry and Steffin.

"So Steffin, I think you need to give Y/N an idea about the conference and all the following stuff.I guess you're not planning to leave her by herself at the meeting?"Harry asked anxiously.

"Y/N, like I said, I was about to give you a surprise regarding this project but this rascal, a friend of mine actually, ruined it'' He said with a chuckle,

"So the thing is that the conference will be held in New York next week.Two people can attend the meeting, unless you want to go alone. As Harry won’t be able to accompany you , you can select another person to go with you." Steffin said.

“And yes, everything is paid by the company itself, with an extra day for the team at the place .Go see the city”, he winked.

.She didn't have to even think twice ,"I think Jenna will be great,as she was also a part of the team and helped me in meetings Harry couldn't attend."

"I hope she's okay with this decision," Steffin asked doubtfully.

"Yeah , she'll be," Y/N replied with great enthusiasm.

"It’s settled then, enjoy the rest of your day, Y/N "

Steffin left the office after having a brief conversation with Harry outside her cabin .Harry didn't seem so happy when he came back in. He looked as if he didn't like the decision at all. Maybe he was sad that he couldn't attend the meeting for the project that he worked his ass off for.

“Or maybe he wants to spend time with you?” Get your brain out of the gutter idiot, he does not want you, Y/N scolded herself.

"All the best for the meeting Y/N. Have a great time." Y/n noticed the tremor in his voice towards the end of the sentence.

"Thanks, is there no way you could attend the meeting?” She tried to convince herself that she was not affected by it .But who was she kidding? Harry's absence had proven the fact that she was so used to his annoying presence around her in the office that she found it really hard to be there in his absence.Weeks without him in the office were hell.It's just a thing with some people that we might find their actions irritating and their presence hell but their absence even more dreadful. Harry consumed most of her thoughts during this past week. She is even more confused by this nameless relationship with Harry.

"I don't think I can." Harry answers indifferently but Y/N gets a feeling that there is more intensity to his words than what he is letting out.

"I think Jenna would be perfect for it. Even if I could come along, I don't think you'll enjoy my company. So it's better this way "

"Who told you that I don't enjoy your company?You don't know how hard it was for me to be here with you gone for weeks.You don't understand…You...you...just don't understand".Y/n raises her voice angrily .

Harry's expression softened. "You missed me" It was a statement. It felt like he was saying it to himself."Why Y/N?”

"Why what? " She decided to play dumb, she should not have said that in the first place.

"Don't play dumb with me Y/n .You said you missed me and I am asking you Why ?" Harry asks like he is somehow pleased with the idea that she missed him.

"Sue me for missing you. Just leave it, it was just a moment of weakness, it won't happen again.”

"What won't happen again , Y/n?"

Why does he have to be so smug today?

"You know what I mean" Y/n said irritated.But her expression tells him that she's enjoying this banter as much as he does .

"No, I don’t, you have to use your words, darling ", he smirked.

Why did it feel out of context and perfectly inappropriate for an office conversation?

Suddenly an image of a half naked Harry with his face between her legs passed through her mind.She was too stunned to speak .Why is the air so thick suddenly?

"Why are you turning red Y/n ? What’s going on in that dirty mind of yours, huh?"

Yup, there he was, the old annoying Harry.That smug bastard was utilizing her angry confession.

But her thoughts regarding him were anything but holy.

"Okay then, I will leave you to your thoughts. But I’m warning you Gemma would certainly come to bug you "

She stood there, gathering her thoughts.

Harry reached for the door and stopped immediately.

"Take care Y/N "

She was not expecting him to turn around and come back to her. He stood before her, their faces inches apart and touched her cheeks ever so lightly like she may disappear if he touched her a little too hard.He was so close that she could feel his breath fanning over her face .His intoxicating smell invaded her mind.All the remaining self restraints leaved her body.Suddenly, she felt him leaning towards her. She wanted to lean in and kiss him but she did not want to repeat the kiss incident. So she closed her eyes, anticipating him to get himself out from whatever trance they're in, but instead, she felt a brush of his soft lips on her forehead."Don't worry I missed you too."

He left with a chuckle.

The thought of him missing her and the goddamn kiss brought Butterflies in her stomach .Her heart felt so light .She felt like a giddy teenager being noticed by her crush.Harry had missed her!!!

She could only think about his words.Anything other than him felt insignificant at that moment. She didn't notice Jenna entering her office.

"Deep in thoughts, I see, " Jenna said in a mocking voice.

"What?" Y/n asked confused

'Nothing" Jenna chuckled. "Maybe the unexpected entry of the loverboy is taking away your focus, sorry to let you know that he got a call and he left with Gemma. I like her, she's such a mood" .

"Harry is not my loverboy.” She was being defensive.

"Who said that I was talking about him, huh? Jenna asked .

“Um, well, you know…I..” Y/n trailed off trying to hide her embarrassment but failed miserably.

"Why are you blushing, bitch?" Jenna asked.

"Well, something happened.Harry kind of kissed me." Y/N said, her face getting all pink.

"Oh Damn! When and where ? I need details, Y/N. Wait, let me call Dan first. He'll be thrilled. I'll be the godmother of your children, okay? no offense to your other friends."

"No need to be dramatic, Jen .It was more like a peck, a friendly goodbye kiss. Nothing of the sort that you're implying. "

"Okay but why are you giggling like a teenager then?Wait, where did he kiss you ?

"On my forehead" it was barely a whisper.

"OMG I KNEW IT, I GODDAMN KNEW THAT HE WAS A ROMANTIC BUT FOREHEAD KISSES??? Y/N THAT, PHEW, THAT WAS WAY TOO ROMANTIC."

"Maybe, but I really don't think he has any feelings for me, it was just a goodbye kiss... nothing more ."

She felt a pang in her heart .She couldn't let Harry's thought invade her this time, so she decided to change the topic of discussion.

"Enough about me.How about I share you something a little more interesting?" Y/n asked

"Nothing is more interesting than your best friend's love life .Anyway you could try ." Jenna replied with a shrug.

"How does a two day trip in New York sound? Of Course, it's related to the project but one whole day to tour the city in company expenses.How about that ?" Y/n asks

"Wow, that sounds amazing. Wait wait wait who else will be there? Don't tell me, Fabiola?"Jenna asks with obvious distaste.

"No it'll be just us. The project that we did when Harry was on leave was selected to be presented in the Annual Conference " Y/n replied with a relieved sigh.

"Not even Harry?" Jenna asked.

"No, he can’t make it that day" Y/n tried her best to sound indifferent.

"Oh that's pretty sad, he spent a lot of his energy on this project"

"Sad indeed. I need to book tickets and arrange all the stuff we could do there .If you have preferences about any activities or places to visit feel free to text me the places, we’ll have a blast,” Y/N suggested.

Jenna replied suddenly like she's been waiting her whole life for that single question, "Of course I'll tell you.I need paintball, indoor skydiving and all that stuff couples do, " Y/N wanted to ask her whether she was joking.But Jenna's expression told that she was dead ass serious.

"Anything else ma'am? "Y/N asked in a mocking voice.

"Nope, this will do for now" Jenna doesn't miss a beat.

"You're a bitch", she laughed.

"Thank you for stating the obvious. I gotta go. I have some paperwork to finish,” with that Jenna hurried to her cabin.

The day went smooth after that, except for the jealous looks and murmurs from the trio.What was there to be jealous about her leaving for a project meeting?

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She had booked the tickets for their flight and some other activities.Their flight would take off at 10 in Thursday morning, and the plan was that they would spend 2 days in meetings and one whole day visiting the tourist places and would catch an early morning flight on Monday.Y/N really needed this break after months of hard work .She was anxious and excited. Their hard work was finally getting the acknowledgement it deserved, and she would have a chance to enjoy a day of fun with her best friend.

Days rolled off pretty fast . She had four more hours left before catching the flight.She was double checking her luggage, passport and other stuff when she heard her phone ringing. It was Jenna.

"Hey Jen, wassup? please don't tell me your passport is missing" Y/N asked with concern.

"Um..No, that's not the case.I’m really sorry but I don’t think I can make it today." She sounded genuinely distressed.

"Oh no.. what happened? Are you okay? Are your parents okay? " Y/n couldn't mask her concern.

"No no there’s no need to worry. It's just….uh… I can't explain it now but it's kinda urgent.I better go now. I'll tell you everything once you come back .No need to worry about it, okay? And I canceled my tickets. I'm sorry it's a bit too late, but I'll tell you everything I promise."

With that the call was disconnected leaving Y/n with her trail of thoughts.She was genuinely pissed at her at the same time concerned as well .She decided to leave that topic for later as she has a flight to catch and meetings to attend by herself.The thought brought a lump in her throat.

She had reached the airport and was waiting for the check in only to notice a tall silhouette approaching her.It came nearer and nearer.She noticed the ever so familiar emerald eyes and curls that made her fingers itching to touch them.

"Hey" he was panting as if he was running, he had a slight limp to his leg.Y/N couldn't believe her eyes. Before she could comprehend what she was doing, she ran towards him wrapping her hands around his torso .She could feel the tears in her eyes.

"Hey, you came " it wasn't even a question.She was genuinely happy that he was here . She always cared a lot for some people only to find them leaving her by herself at the very last moment.It was a regular pattern in her life from childhood itself, the perils of being the oldest sibling.Never in her life did she have somebody fight so hard to be with her. But today, Harry is here, really here, even though he was supposed to be resting .She wanted nothing more.

"Yeah, I made it at the last minute. Double the ticket price was a little too much."He paused searching for her face ."But I have this feeling that this journey is going to be worth a million fuckin' dollars."He added looking straight in her eyes . She nodded, feeling like she couldn't move, all of a sudden.They looked at each other for what felt like a lifetime only to be interrupted by the announcement.

The plane journey was fine. Both of them were so tired after the journey and wanted nothing more than to have a nap. And that’s when she realized that she had booked a single room with a king size bed, as Jenna was supposed to be the one to accompany her. Single bed? Are you kidding me Y/N?, she asked herself, but there was no way another room would be available at the last minute.Both of them were tired and desperate to sleep as they had a meeting in four hours.So they decided to let it be.

"I'll take the floor, don't stress out" Harry said breaking the awkward tension.

"No fucking way. Are you kidding me Harry? You were supposed to be resting but still you're here to help me out . How could I let you sleep on the floor after that? Do I seem that heartless to you ? " Y/n asked, completely frustrated.

"Uh..No.. it's not the case .I just don't want you to be uncomfortable", Harry thought that his presence could bring discomfort to her.He was expecting her to tell him get the fuck off when he reached the airport.But her reaction startled him as well.He was glad that she liked the idea of him accompanying her but doesn't want to push her limits.

"Oh great news,I am not " Y/N stated, but her expression says anything but humor.

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Both of them were so jetlagged and tired that they didn't even bother to acknowledge each other's presence after freshening up and quietly slipping onto the bed.Both of them stuck to their respective sides.

Y/N woke up in the morning only to find Harry's side of the bed empty.He woke up early.The sound of the shower stating that he's currently bathing.Y/N's face became hot thinking about a naked harry under the shower head. No,don't go there Y/N, she told herself. The bathroom door suddenly opened, revealing a half naked torso that belonged to none other than Harry fucking Styles. He was dangerously handsome. All those button ups did not do justice to this handsome man in front of her.Tiny drops of water dripping over smooth skin. God forbid, she wanted to lick all those drops from that butterfly tattoo at the middle of his abs all the way to that neck . She wanted to trail her nose through that sharp jawline and bury it deep in the gap between his neck and shoulder and drink in that intoxicating smell of him .

"My eyes are up here, honey " she looked only to find him staring at her with a playful smirk on his face.His expression suggests that the cheeky bastard is satisfied with the idea of her appreciating his half naked body .

"Nothing that I am interested in," she said defensively.

"Oh I saw , you're definitely not interested in my body that you spent drooling over it for the past let me check”, he paused to look at the imaginary watch on his wrist and added,”25 minutes”.

"No fucking way." She shook her head and stomped towards the bathroom door ,"I don't have any time for your childish antics. I have to attend the meeting.If you want to accompany me, get ready instead of walking around naked to distract the whole population."

"Oh so you're distracted. I figured."Harry said smugly .

" I wasn't." Y/N closed the bathroom door a little too loudly.

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The first day of the meeting went smooth, their presentation was the next day. They attended many talks and met a lot of new people.

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The most awaited day came, she was really nervous and excited for them to present it together with him, she was pretty sure that they were going to impress everyone. Just as expected, the presentation went great and they received a standing ovation from the people who attended the conference.

“We make a good team, don’t we?”Harry asked when they were backstage after the presentation.

“Yes we do”, she gave him a heartfelt smile and a hug. He hugged her back with the same enthusiasm and energy.

After the conference, many people came up to them, saying that they were interested in collaborating with Thomas and sons enterprises, Harry and Y/N redirected them to approach Steffin directly. Some of them even asked Harry if he wanted to work with them but he politely turned down every single one of them.

What was he even thinking? Who would decline an offer from Derande Designs? They were the best in business right now.Maybe it’s just that he was too loyal to Steffin and Mr Tomas or there might be some other personal reasons for him to continue there. But Y/N felt like it had something to do with her, as his eyes darted immediately towards her after the offer .She tried her best to express indifference but she was affected.She was actually a bit scared that he'll leave her . But Harry didn't even bother to think about it further, that he declined the offer immediately.

After a long, tiring and unending hour of talking to people they did not even know, Harry pulled her back by her arm and whispered in her ear, “Shall we get out of here?”

“I thought you would never ask,” she chuckled.

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“Let’s get wasted tonight, we deserve it,” she said while they were on the way back to their hotel room.

“That we do. I know a place here. Karaoke night ?”

“Yup, I’m in”

“ Great. Let’s take a little break and get going then?”

“Yes, sir,” she saluted , laughing.

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“I’m ready to go,” she said as she emerged from the bathroom, after dressing and doing her makeup, she was wearing a little black dress and a pearl necklace, with minimal makeup and a deep red lip shade.

He was practically drooling at the sight of her. She felt his eyes raking up and down her figure. He suddenly shrugged it off and said quickly,

“Yup, let’s go,”

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One shot of tequila turned into two, three, four and more. They danced together and had a lot of fun. He felt like something had changed between them, she was intoxicating, to say the least.

They were drunk and he couldn't seem to keep his hands off of her. He felt like he needed some kind of contact with her body and she didn't seem to mind it.

After the karaoke night at the club, they played a round of beer pong with some strangers they met at the club. They were so tipsy and it was getting late.

The cab arrived and they both got inside. When they reached the hotel, Harry helped her get out of the vehicle and took her hand, leading the way towards the elevator. Even though it was around midnight, the city was filled with hustle and bustle.

They both got inside and pressed the key to their level. They were alone at last and he was trying so hard not to do anything he might regret later. Both of them could feel the tension rise.

He couldn't stay away from her. It was odd, they were so close, yet so far apart. He wanted her, only her. He wanted her to make him forget everything else. He wanted her to tell him he was hers and he wouldn't even look at another woman. He wanted to do unspeakable things to her, he wanted her in the most primal way. Each cell in his body was yearning for her touch, the heat radiating from her.

In an attempt to have her close to him, Harry pretended to stumble and fall and she was quick to catch him, she threw her hand around his waist and helped him steady himself and didn't let go even after he could stand straight.. He tilted his head and looked at her face. He wanted to remember each and every inch of her face as if it was his last sight.

The air suddenly grew thicker and he could see her gulping. He couldn't focus on anything. His heavy gaze flickered from her eyes to her lips.He could hear her staggering breath. She nodded and his heart leapt out of his chest. He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or if she had just given him a green signal. He gently leaned forward and was surprised to see her doing the same. They were so close that he could feel her warmth on his cheeks and her breath on his lips.

Suddenly the elevator bell dinged and opened itself, bursting their little intimate bubble, exposing them to the bustling world outside. They practically jumped apart before anyone could see them.

A few people came in and he had to move behind her to give them space. He stood right behind her. He could smell her perfume, she smelled like vanilla and some berry he couldn't quite remember the smell of. He leaned a bit towards her, breathing her in. He could feel her body shifting the slightest bit towards him, which gave him the push to make a move. He felt like he would not be able to get this close with her if he wasted this chance. He leaned closer, his lips above her ear and tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear and whispered

"You looked gorgeous tonight"

That seemed to work because he could feel her shuffle towards him and tilted her neck towards his face.

"Thank you" she breathed out. Their faces were inches away from each other and she suddenly pulled back, there were people in the elevator.

She relaxed against his body and he gently slipped a hand on her waist holding her close; she hummed lightly. When the elevator came to the next level, a woman and a kid got in and she shuffled a bit to give them some space. He could feel her hips move against his crotch and certain parts of him getting excited. He prayed she didn't notice , but then she moved again and he let out a quiet whimper and felt her stiffen. She suddenly moved away from him and didn't even look at him. After what felt like a disastrous few minutes, the bell dinged again and they got out, walking towards their hotel room door. He trailed after her, embarrassed. He knew it was going to be awkward and humiliating but he had no other choice.

She swiped the card and got in first, him getting in after her.

He knew he had to acknowledge it sooner rather than later. So he started,

"Um about the-"

But he didn't get a chance to finish it as she suddenly turned around, pushing him onto the door and kissing him. He froze, not expecting that at all. For a moment he didn't know what was happening and before he could do anything, she pulled back. He looked at her , his eyes widening in surprise as he took in her image. She looked at him in fear.

"I'm so sorry, I thought that you were… uhh.. I wasn't thinking, you know when we were in the elevator I thought…oh my God I can't believe I did that. For a moment I thought you were interested in me, I'm so sorry I know you don't want to have anything with me God I'm so stupid. I'm really really really sor-"

She didn't get a chance to complete her rambling as she felt a sudden weight knock her breath out. He was kissing her, with so much passion and fervor. She didn't wait any longer to return the kiss. He took his good time, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands explored her body. He could taste the faint bitterness of the drink she had and the slightest bit of sweetness from the breath mint.

He reveled in her taste, forgetting himself until he heard a little breathy moan break out from her.

He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes just to dip his head down and place a few pecks on her lips.

"How can you even think that I don’t want you?” He seemed offended by that.

Taking her hand in his, he brought it down to his crotch.

“See? This is what you do to me.”

She groaned and after hearing that, he couldn’t help himself. He kissed her with avidity and an urgency, as if he would never be able to do that again. He pulled away and looked straight into her beautiful eyes and asked her with a smirk adorning his lips,

"As much as I like kissing you, I would give anything to fuck you right now. Can I fuck you, Y/N?”

Her breath got caught in her lungs, she nodded. “No, use your words,princess, I need to hear you say it”, his voice was serious.

“Yes, God yes, Harry”, she breathed; he didn't waste his time and picked her up to their bedroom.

He could feel his heart thumping loudly in his chest as he sat on the bed, her straddling him. Was all this just a fever dream? Would he open his eyes soon and realize all of it was just a reverie? Well, he could enjoy it while it lasts.

He wanted to have her under him, chanting his name as she falls apart under his touch. But his insecurities began creeping in, what if she thinks that it was a mistake? He did not want to force her into doing anything she did not want to do.

She was undoing the buttons of his shirt as fast as her hands would allow her. He stopped her movements by grabbing both of her wrists in his grasp. That made her look into his eyes.

" Are you sure you want to do this, Y/N? You can still back out ", even though he was serious, a part of him desperately hoped that she'd want to do it with him.

The answer was a scoff, she ripped up his half buttoned shirt and started kissing him, trying to undo his pants.

He didn't waste a moment in reciprocating her actions, he tore up her buttoned blouse but in the process, he had accidentally hooked his finger under the chain of her necklace and it snapped, the pearls flying in a million directions but she didn’t seem to care. Soon, both of them were sat on the bed in their undergarments. She started kissing the underside of his jaw, gently moving back and forth, testing the waters. Her doubts vanished when gripped her hips and started moving her with a bit more force. She guided her hungry lips back to his. She kissed him languidly, not at all in a rush. She gently swiped her tongue across his bottom lip and earned a whimper from him. He opened his mouth and she did not wait a moment to explore it. She started pecking his lips, moving towards his jaw and chin. She could feel how hard and ready he was for her. Her lips moved from his jaw to his neck, her hands moving to the waistband of his boxers. Pulling away, she took in the sight of his body and the tattoos that adorned it. She traced her fingers through the butterfly and moved her trembling fingers to the ferns on his hips. She looked into his eyes asking for permission and he nodded, his breathing pattern suddenly changing. She moved her fingers south, down his happy trail, pulling his boxers down. He could see her eyes widening, seeing him for the first time."Fuck…No wonder why you have a big ego", she said, giggling, and took hold of him, stroking gently. A hiss was the answer.

She increased the pressure slightly and he moaned,

"Fuck, don't do that, I won't last, baby please"

Hearing the pet name, she smiled. She pulled away and stood up stripping down the rest of her clothing. She could feel his eyes on her, looking at her as if she was a goddess. The way his jaw dropped, destroyed any insecurity she had over her body. He was lying on his back, propping himself up by the elbows.

"God, you're gorgeous", he muttered and she smiled, walking towards him and pushing him back to the headboard.

" Wait, I don't have a condom", he said.

" That's okay, I'm on birth control", she said. "Unless, you don't want to go on with it? " She asked, a little unsure of herself. He shut her up by pulling her onto his lap and kissing her hard, showing her that he wanted nothing more. She straddled his lap and hovered over him, lining him up with her throbbing core. She looked at him again, to ask if she was reading it right and he nodded again, this time a little desperate. She gently sank down, hissing at the slight pain, adjusting to his size. He gently gripped her hips, holding her close to him. She was trying hard to take all of him at once, he tilted her chin towards him and cooed,

" Hey, hey… no need to rush, we have all the time in the world, yeah? " She nodded. Soon, they formed a rhythm, her hips grinding into his, both of them moaning at the sensation.

"Yes…just like that… That's my girl", he whimpered. The praise seemed to turn her on even more, if it was possible. She increased her pace and not long after, he started whining

"God I'm coming" He choked out,

"Can I come please, Y/N?", his neck veins straining,

"Baby, please? "

"Come for me, love, go on" She encouraged and it was all he needed before surrendering himself to the pleasure that sent shockwaves through his body.His face reddened and his toes curled ,he moaned out, his veiny hands gripping the white satin sheets tight . She felt a surge of pride as she saw what effect she had on him, it was a boost to her ego. He was panting, a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead. She decided to slow down her movements as she thought he needed a bit of time to recover.

Harry felt bad as she hadn't gotten her release. He was surprised by the effect she had on him, it was one of the best orgasms he ever had. He wanted to return it, he wanted to give her the best orgasm she ever had, he wanted to worship her, to please her like no other, to watch her come undone under his touch. With a sudden sense of determination and an undying desire to give her what she deserves, he flipped them over, hovering above her. She was surprised at the sudden movement. Without wasting a moment, he pressed his lips onto hers, before gently pulling out and thrusting himself into her. She whimpered at the sudden movement,

"Did that hurt? Do you want me to stop? " He asked, concerned.

" No, keep going please" She moaned.

He smirked and ground her hips into hers over and over again, hitting the sensitive cluster of nerves inside her. She gasped, raking her nails through his shoulders and back when he bent her knees and planted her feet on the bed. Her eyes fluttered shut as she felt her pleasure building, but then he stopped moving. She was irritated, to say the least,

"Wha-"

"Look into my eyes, princess, or I'll stop", he was serious.

The sudden dominance taking over him worked her up even more.

" Yes, yes…now keep going please", she begged.

He chuckled, and started moving again, his beautiful green eyes boring into hers. She did not dare closing them again as she was again slowly reaching her climax. She gently tried to slip her own hand down to add to the pleasure but he suddenly grabbed her wrists with a hand, pinning it above her head,

"No touching" , he growled.

She whimpered at the rough tone, arching her back for more friction and he obliged, still not letting go of her wrists. She could feel the pressure building up and he moved his lips to her neck, sucking a love mark onto the skin, the slight pain paired with the pleasure he was giving her pushing her from the edge. Her body combusted in pure bliss, her eyes were shut close, a few years escaping.He came too, feeling her clenching around him in the most sinful way. He could see that she was holding back her moans, he waited a moment so that they could catch their breaths and come down their high. As they rode their waves together, his head was tucked in the crook of her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

"Ready for another round, love?" He asked and a giggle was the answer.

"But this time, I don't want you hiding all those beautiful sounds from me, darling, I want the whole world to hear you screaming my name, I want them to know that you're mine. Will you give me that, huh? "

"Yeah", she mewled.

"Turn around then, ass up" He commanded.

She let out a heavy breath, spinning around and assuming the position he demanded.

"Good girl, doing so good for me, love" He purred.

He slowly stood up and walked towards her, standing behind her, and slowly caressed her back.

“God, you have no idea how long I’ve dreamed about this”, he murmured, bending down to place a kiss on her lower back.

“Okay, you ready, sweetheart?”, he asked again

“Yes”, her reply was instantaneous, almost desperate.

He lined himself and in one swift thrust, entered into her warmth. She whimpered in pleasure and he quickly realized that he’s going about it the right way and started picking up speed.

“Oh, Jesus fuck, right there…oh my God yes just like that”, she moaned and he slammed into her again and again until both of them reached their highs, losing their rhythm as the climax crashed on them like a wave. She had muttered his name like it was a prayer, so sacred and heavenly. They both gasped when he finally pulled out; he held her close and both of them lay there in a comfortable silence, he placed little kisses on her forehead.

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Harry walked over to the bathroom and came back after cleaning himself up, and bringing a washcloth to clean her up. He changed the sheets by the time she came back after changing into her pajamas. They both got into the bed and he pulled her close to him, her the little spoon and him with his face nuzzled into her neck from the back. Soon, she was out like a light in his warm embrace. He kissed her on the cheek again and whispered in her ear, “I love you,Y/N, more than my life, more than anything… I hope I could tell you that when you’re awake but I don’t know how you feel about that, so for the time being, I’ll just love you from afar, I just wanted to let you know that my heart belongs to you and only you.”

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lastchancevillagegreen · 1 year

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Monday, 13 February 2023:

Reality Bill Callahan (Drag City) (released 14 October 2022)

I mistakenly preordered the vinyl of Bill Callahan’s newest album back in late September, maybe early October, not realizing the vinyl would not be coming out until 2023. I was hearing and reading tremendous things about this album and I didn’t want to postpone hearing it until the new year. (I was doubly excited for a good Bill Callahan album because I considered his previous solo album Gold Record, to be among his absolute worst under his name or Smog, his old moniker and I didn’t even bother with Blind Date Party thanks to Bonnie Prince Billy getting co-bill and there being a rash of guest vocalists, something that turns me off. So, when I was in Chicago in October seeing The Chills, I made a stop at Reckless and bought a copy of Reality on CD (yes, I call it Reality; even my iPod tried loading it in all caps with the backwards spelling but I nixed that immediately).

Everything you hear about how great this album is true, it’s worthy of MOJO’s Instant Classic status (the magazine doled out a five star review). However, I didn’t give it a lot of plays last year. I played it only four times! I knew that I would be getting the album and I thought it might be a lot easier of a listen on a double album/ stereo than a 70 minute CD. Now, I’m glad I waited to play it excessively because I have the rest of the month to overdose on it as I have a ticket to see Callahan in Champaign on 7 March which I am quite looking forward to. My brother has seen Callahan numerous times but this will be my first foray into his live performances (outside of the live albums I have of his: Rough Travel For A Rare Thing; Live At Third Man Records and Apocalypse: A Bill Callahan Tour Film). He’s performing at a rather tiny bar, so it should be a treat.

Above are the album cover, the gatefold and the back of the album. I’m nowhere near as enamored with the cover painting as Callahan is, but then I think Callahan has some rather unlikable album covers. And wow, does he particularly seem to love oil painting covers.

Below you will see an inner sleeve followed by the record label for that corresponding inner sleeve, just to change things up from normal.

When Drag City ships out their albums, they have it sealed quite nicely. Nothing is going to damage that thick box with its thick DRAG CITY tape. I usually never use a knife for most record mailers companies use, but for Drag City I had to. That’s a shame because I had no idea that they were including a nice promo poster that I saw at Reckless last October and that I actually like far more than the album cover used. When I used the knife I slit the promo poster! Below you will see the poster. If you look carefully you can see the slit right below “Callahan,” next to the bottom of the dead pirate’s chin.

I currently have four tour posters (and one set of Robyn Hitchcock hand written lyrics) in frames sitting on my floor at the moment (I’ve already hung three additional pictures all associated with cinema) and I could almost consider framing this promo poster but honestly I believe I’m running out of room and I have one more poster I plan on getting custom framed. By that point, my upstairs might be full of tour posters, movie posters, lobby cards and other assorted sundry music/ movie items. Maybe I’ll just fold this up nicely and keep it with the album, sliced or not.

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vulpiximisa · 2 years

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I refuse to believe this is the only and actual ending.

The end credits didn’t feel right either, did they even list the seiyuu/voice actors for the characters or did they just list the characters because “they were actors”. Also I heard that the Ogata song didn’t make it to the US release because of licensing issues, which is nobodies fault but just is another damper on the already sad ending.

Another thing and it’s like nobodies fault but I wasn’t happy with the ending roster. At least make it 4. Maki and Shuichi are givens but HIMIKO?

There were a bunch of open plot points that I know will not be resolved because the answer is “it’s fiction who cares” which is absolute bullshit and insulting. Like I excused it early when Junko didn’t care to elaborate on how Mukuro and her names were different, fair, in the long run it literally didn’t matter. I excused it when we dont actually find out how the brain washing/memory loss happens until like, 3. (not counting 0 because thats how she got the idea and technique but how she actually did it, still kind of a mystery)

Aside from “kaede’s last minute twin sister”, also how did Kokichi know about the vault in Rantaro’s room (to be able to drop the hints). Was the previous killing game the same cast? Why are there cryptic letters on the bridge door to the casino area that look like a puzzle but isnt actually anything help this one bothers me the most.

I might have to go through the trial again (god no i dont want to) if there is a different ending if you play the mini games when youre not supposed to.

anyway, i did most of my complaining in the other post. like i get that its supposed to be different, but man, having a pretty decent game end so badly really dampens the entire game.

like the cast was fun, starting off with kaede and then having shuichi take the spot was (still kind of insulting for the first female protag) but a nice change of pace since shuichi continues to be reliant on kaito but theres the growth and it was good. maki growth was super good too. the trio are good.

the cases were fine, none that i really love loved, but it did get me to bawl my eyes out in 3-4 because come on, that was really tragic. i think the second case could have been my favorite, and i did like the majority of the 3rd case until the truth come out bruno mars is a gay and incestuous with his sister. (thats not the problem, it was just, Why was the killer so obvious and boring)

speaking of incest, WHAT was going on with the monokubs? 😂😂 ngl they got a lot more BEARable when it was just the 3, and Monotaro became Baby Boy when he helped in case 4 because of Mommy Miu. (also my sans fucker side thought his “oira” was super cute so) the taro/phanie plot line was... so stupid and funny that it would have been super uncomfortable if i wasnt stronger 🤣

um what else. i kind of like/hate the casino? like, cool more mini games, but most of the presents are locked behind it making it harder to 100% them. AND the skills. i dont think im going to continue playing the game that much afterwards. if collecting the shinmitsu in 2 felt like a drag, collecting them here is gonna be a major drag. (cuz i already got the characters i cared about, so i dont really care too much about the rest)

um all in all, it sure was a game. i dont want to say it all went downhill from the first game, but i think i would say i liked it as much as the second, since the first is still my favorite.

#pixi plays dangramps #re dangramps the 3rd

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hitnran · 3 years

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OBSESSIVE EX (gender neutral! reader)

how they deal with you having an obsessive ex

includes: ran, rindou

CW: obsessive behavior, cursing, stalking (ran), phone harassment (rindou), the haitani brothers lowkey kinda scary here (not to the reader) 💀 but i’m just trying to make it fit within their character

— RAN HAITANI

Getting into a relationship with someone like Ran, half of the charismatic brother duo that ruled Roppongi, almost means guaranteed safety wherever you go. His title itself is one that is feared when murmured. Whenever you two leave, he always has an eye and a hand on you. Ran knows well that even if he is feared, he can also be challenged and the last thing he wants is for you to get involved — you would make an easy target for his enemies.

You two were out together on a stroll around the city. Although there was nothing neither of you needed, Ran’s favorite thing is showing you off. Sometimes you start to feel similar to his younger brother, thinking that you’re just a shadow and only known as ‘Ran’s partner.’ But Ran’s intentions were opposite. He wanted everyone to know that it was him that belonged to you and it is him that people would have to deal with if you were ever tested.

As you two are walking, Ran noticed your eyes consistently checking itself to the side. He took note of that and eventually brushed it off since you stopped. But then he noticed that you were being especially keen and scanning the whole area.

“Are you okay, love?” Ran slightly hunches down, getting your attention as your face turns his way. He lightly smiles at you. “Did you see something you liked?”

You swallowed down hard. You could’ve sworn you saw a familiar face, but after trying to scan the area numerous times for the past few minutes, you thought it was just you being paranoid. The last thing you wanted was to worry Ran and cause a scene.

“I’m okay,” You shook your head, returning a light smile. You grabbed on his arm, this time a little tighter. “Let’s turn into this corner.”

Ran knows when you’re lying. He knew something made you uncomfortable, but he wasn’t going to force you to tell him. Instead, he’ll make it his own problem too and deal with it himself.

This area was his territory and everyone knew it. It was almost as if Roppongi, a city known for liveliness, calmed down ever so slightly if one or both of the brothers were out. Everyone’s gaze wound be kept low and their conversations would go mute as they walk by.

At that moment, Ran could feel a pair of eyes staring your way. He won’t make it obvious though.

“Love,” Ran called out to you. You looked up his direction and he placed a hand against your lower back. “Rindou’s gonna throw a fit if I don’t bring back food for him. How about you go into the restaurant and order first while I call him and ask what he wants?”

You felt at ease hearing that you two were finally going to be in somewhere indoors, but it made you nervous that he would be separated from you for just a little while.

“Don’t wanna bring something back he won’t like and have him complain,” Ran lightly laughed, trying to ease your clear discomfort. He placed a hand over your head. Taking out his phone to add to his act. “I’ll be quick.”

After some hesitation, you gave in. It was a public space after all, so it shouldn’t have been anything to worry too much about. He watched as you entered the place before turning around, sending chills to the person who had been following you two around this whole time.

“Would be a shame if I left them alone for too long, wouldn’t it?” Ran gave off a sinister grin, slowly walking towards the person. “Wouldn’t want anyone to take them away…especially someone like you.”

Ran knew who this person was. He was an obsessive ex of yours that just would not leave you alone and accept the separation despite it being years passed. He gulped hard, nervously stepping back, not thinking that he would get caught.

“You were so bold to even follow us in the first place, why so shy now?” Ran smirked, hiking up the sleeves of his sweatshirt. “This is the first time you’ve heard of me or something? I should introduce myself to you well and hard then.”

Almost ten minutes had passed since you’ve been waiting for Ran. You sat patiently and waited. Your best guess as to what’s taking him so long revolves around Rindou. Maybe he was complaining about how he wanted food from a different place or being picky about menu opinions. Just as you were about to raise yourself from your seat to check up on Ran, you saw him enter.

“Did I make you wait too long?” Ran appeared, seating himself in front of you. The worse case scenario you had in mind was that he got into a fight, but in front of you, he looked just as how you last saw him. “You know how Rindou is.”

Your chest became relaxed and you gave a small smile, shaking your head, “What did he want from here?”

“I didn’t even listen to what he said,” Ran teased, opening up his menu and leaning back against the chair. You felt his legs sandwich your calves from beneath the table. “He can order it himself. All my money is going to you today.”

And that was how Ran liked it. Although Ran wanted everyone to know that he belonged to you, he knew how important it was for others to know that you belonged to him too. The image of the face of your ex is burned so clearly into his brain — face all bloodied up, mauled almost, as he failed to even whisper for forgiveness.

“I think there’s only one way I’m gonna let you outta here alive,” Ran kicked his body down with force, hearing something shift in his jaw. He couldn’t give half a damn about it. “Do you know what that is?”

Your ex was visibly beaten and weak now, barely able to even blink or properly form a sentence. Though, with his adam’s apple slightly moving from fear, Ran took it as a response.

Grabbing him by his hair upward, Ran bent down, looking straight at him, “You’re gonna leave them alone and never show your goddamn face again. If it wasn’t fucked already before, it sure is now. I promise you I’ll know if you’re even barely visible or a mile away, I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

Ran thought it was so disgusting how someone like you could ever have your time wasted on someone low like this ex of yours. Even if Ran saw him and his brother above everyone else, he always put you above him.

“Maybe even after this, I’ll send one of my men to go and beat the shit out of you every day so you could suffer for as long as you’ve tried to bother Y/N.”

— RINDOU HAITANI

Rindou can’t even remember what it took for you two to even reach this state of your guys relationship. He convinced himself that it was Ran, his older brother who wouldn’t shut up about how he was going to take you if Rindou didn’t make a move.

It genuinely surprises himself even whenever he looks your way, observing every detail and soaking in the idea that you are someone he can call his.

You two were watching a movie, or rather, supposed to. Rindou was too focused on side-eyeing you every now and then. You caught him a few times, but he would brush it off with comments like “this movie is boring” or “I’m just checking to see if you fell asleep.”

He would snap himself out of a trance after hearing your phone ring beside you. You eyed it once, looking at the caller ID and ignoring it. It wasn’t enough to cause Rindou to worry - it’s not his problem if you just didn’t wanna answer a call, it was your guys’ time anyway.

But then it rang once more again. Your ringtone dragged itself out halfway through before Rindou slightly raised his hand from your hip, pointing to the phone on the side of the couch.

“You not gonna answer that?” He asked.

You shook your head, eyes focused on the TV, “It’s fine. It’s an unknown caller ID.”

Rindou shrugged, ignoring it once again, but after a few more calls and your phone receiving back to back text messages, it was starting to irk him. He was close to just grabbing your phone and answering the call himself, but you were quick to act before him, just shutting it off.

“It must be spam or something,” You sighed, sitting back down.

“Yeah, well whatever it is, good thing you shut that damn thing off. That shit was annoying,” Rindou sighed, curling his arms around you again. “Let’s change the movie too or something. This one is boring.”

One thing about dating Rindou is that he seems uninterested in absolutely everything he does. Although you avoid thinking like that when it comes to your relationship with him, you always remind yourself that Rindou is someone who deeply cares for you. He shows it very differently compared to others, but you know.

He can recall a memory from a few weeks ago where you kept getting calls in the middle of your guys’ date. It annoyed him, but not as much as it annoyed you. You’ve pressed the red decline button at least five times now, stressing over it and spilling out everything about your previous ex.

At the end of your rant, Rindou grabbed your phone, picking up the call and saying words as simple as “leave them alone.” It was so simple, but for the next few weeks, it was silent. You finally thought you were free of harassment thanks to your boyfriend, but recently, they’ve been coming back as unknown caller IDs and more frequent than before.

Halfway through the movie, Rindou felt your body become more loose and relaxed beneath him. Your breath became slower and more steady. You had fallen asleep. He thought it was ironic to have someone as angelic as you in the arms of someone like him - a gang member always involving himself in trouble, even just for fun.

He stared at your phone just a reach away and then back at you. The last thing Rindou wanted was for you to be uncomfortable, or really, anything that isn’t where you aren’t happy.

When you woke up, the TV was shut off and you felt a blanket drape over your body. You realized you had fallen asleep from earlier, but you were expecting to find your boyfriend with you as well. That was when the door swung open and you were greeted with Rindou.

“Rindou?” You slowly let out, still adjusting from waking up. “I didn’t know you left.”

He raised a bag up midway in the air, it’s a bag from a bakery you often bought from, “You kept murmuring about it in your sleep. Didn’t want you to wake up all grumpy.”

“I don’t wake up grumpy!” You protested, watching as he took his seat next to you and unpacking all of your favorites.

“Yeah, okay,” Rindou joked. He listened to you puffing out before wrapping yourself around his arm.

“Thank you though,” You murmured out of embarrassment - maybe he was half right.

“It’s nothing,” He replied, softening his face into a grin. “Must’ve been hungry though if it got you talking in your sleep and drooling on my arm.”

You didn’t even know about half of the things he does for you, but he didn’t mind it, because if you were happy, then that was all that mattered.

It made Rindou feel guilty to turn on your phone and look through it. It wasn’t something that he ever felt the need to do - he trusted you and it felt wrong if you weren’t aware that he was using it. Though, at this time, he felt like it was for the better.

While you were silently sleeping, he browsed through your texts. It’s that same person - your ex back again to bother you. Rindou scoffed, making sure it wasn’t loud enough to wake you up, but he was angry. He clicked his tongue whilst composing a message.

Rindou knew you would never be so stupid as to meet up with someone like this, especially not after already experiencing it once. It was a good thing that it was just Rindou posing as you though. How delighted your ex felt to have finally received a response to you - ‘Let’s meet up here.’

Rindou thought it was so pathetic. This guy had no idea what he looked like, let alone that you even had a boyfriend. So when Rindou’s immediate reaction upon seeing him was to throw a punch, he was shocked.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Your ex cried out, trying his best to dodge his attacks but failing in between his words and attempts.

“Me?!” Rindou snapped, pushing him to the ground and twisting his arms. “Speak for yourself.”

The man beneath him screamed in pain, “I-I’ll call the cops on you and have you arrested!”

“Yeah? You think they’ll give me less time if I tell them I was just trying to teach a creep a lesson?” Rindou pulled back on his arms a little harder, tendons and muscles stretching themselves out of place.

“T-The hell are you talking about?!” He stuttered out.

“Don’t bitch around. Might end yourself up in there if you keep this act of yours up - I’ve been once before,” Rindou smirked, pulling back more and more on his arms. “It was fine for me. My big bro and I even got some respect while in there, so what’s gonna happen when they hear about your name from me? You’re fresh meat to them.”

“W-Who even are you?!”

Rindou scoffed, “The same guy who warned you once to leave Y/N alone. I should’ve honestly went to find you myself personally and beat the shit out of you, but I hate wasting my time.”

Your boyfriend let the man go. If his arms weren’t all bent out of place and dislocated, he’d be crawling away by now. It was a sight that Rindou would laugh at. Upon seeing that his phone had fallen out of his pocket, the same phone used to consistently harass you, Rindou stomped down hard, breaking it into bits and pieces.

“Don’t waste my time again. Next time you do, call the cops, I promise you I won’t care if they catch me killing you,” Rindou turned his back around.

#tokyorev x reader #ran haitani #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #ran haitani x reader #rindou haitani x reader

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akaashioppa · 3 years

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Forever Will Never Be The Same

pairings: oikawa x reader

summary: The reader finally confronts her husband Oikawa after cheating allegations in the male locker room. angst!!!

warnings: curse words, mentions of the reader having a son with Oikawa, confronting of cheating.

w/c: 1736

A/N: first time writing for Oikawa :)

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“Everyone get out now!”

Your voice echoed off the metal lockers of the locker room. Eyes widened as you made your way into the changing room, not because of the fact that a girl was entering the male’s locker room. It was the fact that Oikawa (Y/N) was coming to kick her husband’s ass. Just as every man passed you to flee, their musky scent filled your nose making you cringe.

After the final whistle of the game, people were scavenging to take pictures with Oikawa Toru except you. Each morning that you woke your husband up he would give you one of those cheeky grins that he was giving the fans right now, the stupid grin was fake. Laughter, jokes, and cries filled your ears, for what reason? The Great King made his grand entrance back to the court, winning both sets with the help of Iwaizumi. The Great King himself showered his fans with love and pictures while you stood from afar, anger flowing through your veins. Knowing the Poker Face King for ten years and having been married to him for two, it was easy to mimic the grin. As girls would pass by screaming about the pictures they took with him you would shoot them that famous grin.

You timed each moment perfectly, celebrating the win, pictures with fans, interviews with the sports commentators, more fan interaction and now he hits the locker room for a shower. Luckily for you, he was beginning to take his sweaty jersey off, beads of sweat from the previous game were still prominent.

“What are you doing here?” The look on his face was one of a kind, it was a mixture of panic and anger. Nothing to be afraid of, it’s not like he didn’t give you the same look when you caught him at the bar with another woman. Or the time you were driving down the road with his phone constantly going off, every other minute he’d get notifications, this would go on for hours.

The yelling of the men from the locker room made you come back to reality. Have they not seen a woman before or was it because you were standing there looking at their dick prints? A white tint cast over their knuckles from how hard they were holding their towels around their waist. ‘What a sight to see

“You can either tell me the truth or you can tell me the truth there’s no in-between.” You barked at Oikawa, men were still scattering out of the locker room. You barely gave them time to leave before you bombarded your husband with your question.

The panic on his face was quite entertaining, he moved in front of you so you couldn’t see his half-naked teammates running out of the locker room.“What are you talking about!?”

“When were you going to tell me that you went to a nightclub with Iwaizumi!? He told me everything so I’m giving you the chance to come clean about it!”

“I didn’t tell you because I knew you were going to be mad.”

“Did you sleep with her?” You got straight to the point, there was no need for you to sit here and procrastinate any longer. This has been on your mind ever since you got those three attachments from Iwaizumi.

“No” He scoffed, “Why would I sleep with her? I have too much respect for you to sleep with her.”

“Oh really, the way you were holding her waist makes me think differently. The way you kissed her neck makes me want to snap yours!” You held up a photo on your phone with him and another girl at the nightclub. His head was in her neck, you could see that he was kissing on it, his arms were wrapped around her waist but his hands were dangerously low.“Respect? Do you even know the definition of respect because if you did you wouldn’t have me out here looking stupid!”

He sat down on the bench of the locker room, his arms were tightly around his chest. Oikawa was already over this conversation, this wasn’t the first time you blew up in the face about this. Nor the second, he respected you in a weird way. He never laid hands on you, or even yelled at you but he couldn’t keep his hands off other women.

“How do I make you look stupid!? I give you everything you want!”

“Everything but love.” You yelled desperately, the thing about arguing with him about these situations was that he’d always claim that he knew what you wanted. He’d always try to bring light on the situation when he clearly fucked up. He was a great husband, you guys had been dating since high school. Since he got the fame and money things turned upside down, he became a legit monster.

“I show love to you every day, I make love to you every week!” His voice rose an octave, his hand was flying all over the place when he spoke.

You were appalled, sickened, offended, that he could say something like that. It hurts to know that he thinks this way, it almost makes you feel worthless. Does he really consider having sex as love? “That’s not loving Toru, that's lust.”

He sighed, his hands were on his knees, he got up to finish packing up his things. “Well, I’m over it. I don’t want you here anymore. Leave”

“How can you give up so easily on us.” You forced his hands away from his bag, he looked at you with a confused face. You poked him hard in his chest slowly provoking him, “I forgave you so many times after you treated me like trash. All the times you cheated and came home with women’s numbers falling out of your pockets. Many sleepless nights just to make sure that your knee would stop bothering you. I wake up every morning to make you your special breakfast so you can be game ready and yet I haven’t given up on you.”

“I’m just tired of arguing with you. All you do is complain about my lifestyle. If you can’t keep up then we shouldn’t be together. How can I keep consoling you after you get all jealous about me hanging out with fans or me taking pictures with my fans? It’s just toxic (Y/N).” He spat back, he didn’t seem angered. It was more of an annoyed look.

“Because you only hang out with female fans, it’s fine and all but when they’re posting sexual pictures with you, it’s a different story. I scroll down my feed to see you with more women than see pictures of us together. It’s like I don’t exist”

“Whatever (Y/N) I need to get ready for the after-party.”

“What about us? How are we going to fix this?”

“There is no us!” He screamed, his voice echoed off the lockers. He placed his hands on his hips trying to compose himself. “It’s only you and Torio. And me, Torio and volleyball! There is no us, not anymore and that’s it!”

You took a step back, each word was like a dagger in your heart. He would often bring your son into the matter. Ever since your son was born you’ve always felt like you and Oikawa had grown apart. It was like you were forcing yourself to stay for Torio’s sake. There would be days where things were good, on those days you and Oikawa wouldn’t argue. However, when days like this occur he’d make you hurt, you’d always end up questioning your ability of loving. Deep down you felt like you guys were drifting apart but you didn’t want to admit it. It was too painful, Oikawa would have been left if it weren’t for Torio. He wanted his fans and the sports media to look at him as a family man.

“Why is it so hard to ask someone to love me!?” Your breaking point had finally come, you held your hands over your mouth to stop the loud sobs. It was hard to know that your husband and high school sweetheart didn’t want you. You gave up everything to support him with his dreams, family, friends, work, school, and even your fucking sanity and yet she still treats you this way.

He stood there watching you beat yourself down, he didn’t do anything but place a hand on your shoulder. You shrugged it off, the last thing you wanted was for him to touch you. “Listen I loved you back in high school but now high school is over. You’re still basing this love off of that and I’m not here for it. All these insecurities you have are a bit annoying in my defense. Maybe this relationship would work if you grew the fuck up.”

“You can’t give up on us now. We need each other. Torio needs his dad. ” Lie, you needed him. Yes, Torio needed his dad but you needed your husband. It was crazy to think that you would go back to him but it was just your toxic ways. You never loved anyone but him, he was all that you had. Your life that you lived was based upon him.

“Look, we can talk about this later if you want, but right now I have thousands of fans waiting for me to show my face. You can either suck it up and go out there with me or you can hit the back doors and go home.”

“Toru…”

“What do you want?” He groaned, he turned back around with an annoyed face. He was fed up with you and even the situation. You knew he wanted you gone, he was waiting for the minute you’d leave so he could go and party.

Obviously an answer, he was too consumed with himself to even realize that. It was the reason why you came in here yelling at his teammates to leave, you wanted to ask him a question in private. The thought of getting your feelings hurt in front of everyone was not ideal.

“I just asked a simple question. Did you sleep with her?”

You looked up at him for the first him, your vision was blurry but you could see him well enough to see that stupid smirk.“What do you think?”

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harmless (x)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, anxiety, smidge of angst, mentions of violence

Word count: 7.8k (i went overboard. clearly.)

A/N: as well all know, i am a humanities student writing science geeks. if any of this sounds unrealistic or nonsensical, it’s because it is and i am honestly too exhausted to research data privacy and AI so here’s my take on how STEM should work i.e. the power of friendship <3 major shoutout to @iamlittlesparkler for the idea for this chapter!

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Previous Part || Series Masterlist

“As you know, we have a busy week ahead of us.”

Coffees line the conference room table, pens click against the stacks of paper that settle in front of various agents and the smell of deodorant mixed with post-training sweat lingers at the back of the room like a disgusting witch concoction.

“The annual parade is coming up and since there are a few security threats, SHIELD has been asked to step in. Therefore, all of you will be working security this week, possibly even at the parade.” Murmurs broke out in the room the minute this was said; mostly from first year field agents who were way too excited to have earpieces and fingerless gloves.

Bucky, on the other hand, doesn’t think much of it. They’ve dealt with threats before, most were declared empty the minute it got out that SHIELD or the Avengers were involved. It’s the 12th one that year.

“That’s only if we don’t catch it first,” Steve continued. “Our first priority is precaution. The tech and analytics teams are working on it. However, if you see anything suspicious, bring it up with Director Fury. He’s going to be around to make sure we’re not overlooking anything. Do you have any questions?”

More whispers erupted at the mention of Fury’s name. Wait till they realise he lives up to his name when they accidentally manage to set him off just by existing incorrectly.

Bucky smirks at the thought.

“You can leave then.” Steve straightens up as chairs shuffle against the carpeted floor, over twenty people leaving the room.

“And remember, if you see an eagle today, be sure to stand there and thank it on behalf of Steve for its service. Freedom! Liberty! And whatever else,” Tony calls out from the corner of the room, earning a sigh from the captain. Others only snicker as they close the door behind them.

“Thanks.” Steve stares at him stone faced, bemused at the symbolism that had been bestowed upon him.

“Gotta keep the patriotism high.” The only ones that remain are the official team. Bucky thinks that he should have left with the other agents but apparently, it was rude and not a good show of team spirit.

“How serious is this threat anyway?” Clint has his head face down on the table, hand holding his to-go coffee cup so it doesn’t fall over.

“We’re not sure.” Steve finally takes a seat on the chair in front of him. “It’s the biggest event we’ve had this year, wouldn’t put it past them.”

“If it’s those Welsh kids again, I’m gonna punch a hole through their house this time,” Clint warns, voice muffled through the furniture.

“It’s not them, we checked.” Nat had her leg up on the armrest of Clint’s chair. “Tech team’s been working overtime to figure it out.”

“You have anything that could help?” Sam sends a nod towards Tony.

“I got a few things but it’d take a while to put it together.”

“Didn’t you learn quantum physics in a night?” Wanda’s picking apart a cookie into pieces, chewing slowly.

“Thermodynamic astrophysics,” he corrects her. “Quantum science took lesser.”

Bucky scoffs slightly at the brag, eyes still trained on the table in front of him. Maybe if he made no noise, they would forget he’s here.

“Yeah, so this should be a piece’a cake.”

“If your cake was somehow made out of a highly specified tracker that somehow doesn’t violate the data privacy of the entire world while analysing millions of terabytes worth of information, then yeah. A piece of it.”

“What he means to say-” Bruce interjects, “-is that we’re trying. It’s just taking longer than usual.”

“Well, the parade’s this Sunday. Think it’ll be done by then?”

“Hey FRIDAY,” Tony crosses his arm over his chest. “How many hours have I slept this week?”

“Three and a half, boss.”

“How much more will I be getting?”

“From previous experience, about six.”

“Yeah, we can get it done.” Tony looks back at Steve.

“Ask someone on the tech team to help you out.” Everyone was well aware of Tony’s bad coping mechanisms and how futile it was to get him to change his mind about it, but they still tried.

“They’re too busy.” Bruce pressed his lips into a straight line.

Bucky tunes out at this point. If he could help, he would have reluctantly chimed in by now, but he couldn’t.

“So what now?” Sam rips Clint’s doughnut into two, keeping one half for himself while leaving the other to the latter who still hadn’t lifted his head up from the table.

“I actually asked Fury if I could call in an external to come help,” Tony pipes up.

“And he agreed?” Nat raised an eyebrow.

“After he realised I wasn’t going to leave his office until he said yes.” He pulled out his phone, rapidly typing out a message before hitting send. “It didn’t take too long.”

“Do we know this person?” Steve asks a little suspiciously.

“Well-” Bruce sneaks a glance at the broody man on the chair, “-kinda.”

Everyone can tell Bucky isn’t paying attention by the way he’s glaring holes into the plant. He doesn’t mean to, it just so happens that it looks like he wants to kill it. Nobody tends to bother him during meetings, knowing well and fully that he did not care.

“You’re about to.” Tony jumps up, making his way to the door to pull it open.

Bucky perks up. An open door means they can leave, right? He can go watch The Bachelor? He’s not sure what everyone was talking about, but if the meeting was over he could go ask Wanda who was always kind enough to help.

“Our newest recruit,” the billionaire announces, quickly adding the next part, “on a trial basis.”

Bucky looks at the door.

His jaw drops open.

“No,” he says loudly, posture immediately stiff as a plank.

“Hello to you too, Barnes.” You roll your eyes before sending a small wave to everyone else. “Hey everyone.”

“What are you doing here?” He looks like he’s seething.

“Don’t tell me you forgot about our date.” You cross your arms over your chest in defiance. “You told me 3 o’clock, you player.”

“What is she doing here?” He whips to Steve for an answer.

“Hey Y/N,” Sam greets with a smile on his face before Steve can reply.

“Sam Wilson, good to see you again.” You grin.

“Right back at ya, sugar.”

Wanda looks amused, Clint finally lifts his head off the table at the mention of your name while Nat takes her feet off his armrest, and Steve’s body relaxes when he realises what’s going on.

“Okay.” Tony claps his hand. Bucky shoots daggers at him. “As you all know, this is Y/N. She’s going to working with us this week.”

“This is ridi- how did you even find out about her?”

“Aside from the fact that she’s all you talk about?” Clint snorts. Bucky shifts his glare to him. It was bullshit and an exaggeration and Clint was going to get a shoe up his ass very soon.

Your grin only grows bigger.

“We saw one of the repulsors she made some time ago,” Bruce answers his question like the sane person that he is. “Tony’s had her in mind for a while.”

“Repulsors? How on ear-” Bucky connects two and two together before turning to Sam. “You. You got her this job.”

“Sam’s my best wingman.” You send him a small heart made from your hands. Whether the pun was intentional or not, no one would know.

“Don’t look at me, I had nothing to do with this idea.” Sam raised his hands to brush off the blame.

“You’re a villain,” he points out loudly.

“I’m a saint.” You raise your hand to your heart in mock offence. “I have done nothing wrong in my life, ever.”

“Listen, Robocop,” Tony interrupts your conversation, bringing the attention back to him, “I cleared it with Fury. He’s the boss here.”

“Fury doesn’t know-”

“What don’t I know?” The atmosphere of the room changes the minute he saunters in.

With an eyepatch on his face, gaze sharp and a long black coat, Nick Fury puts Bucky’s dark outfits to shame. Not like he was competing.

Bucky doesn’t continue his sentence. Nick’s imposing presence loomed at the doorway, putting a stop to the ridiculous arguments that were beginning to boil. Instead, he looks at you, only to find your attention trained on the man of the hour.

“Nicholas,” you half cheer from where you had shifted to in the middle of all the commotion.

Nicholas?

No one had ever called him Nicholas.

“Y/L/N,” Nick addresses in return. “Been a while.”

“You haven’t come to the lair in months, Nick.” You pout at him. “I even sent you an invite.”

Bucky furrows his eyebrows. Since when are you on such good terms with Fury? Since when was anyone on good terms with Fury?

“It must have gotten lost in the mail,” he fires back, “Or maybe it’s because I just happen to be the busiest man in the damn country. Take your pick.”

You roll your eyes, muttering something under your breath, but the good natured smile on your face shows that you didn’t take any of his passive- or straight up- aggressiveness to heart.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise I was interrupting your little tea time.” He looks around the rest of the room with an edge in his voice. “Don’t you all have work to do?”

“We do,” Tony interrupts, holding up his hand before pointing to Bruce and you. “Everyone else just sorta sits around and looks pretty.”

“I’m gonna go talk to the organisers, see what spots are most vulnerable.” Steve stands up. “You coming?”

“Yep,” Sam responds, flicking Clint’s shoulder to drag him along. “Come on, man. When was the last time you took a shower?”

“I’ll go see what the kids are up to in training. They’re probably flying off the handle right now.” Natasha brushes off crumbs from her lap. “Barnes, you in?”

Bucky silently shakes his head, eyes focused on you as you introduce yourself to every Avenger who walks out of the room, sharing a small fist bump with Sam.

“I’ll do it,” Wanda volunteers instead, finally leaving behind only the Science Bros, you and Bucky in the room with Fury.

“I’ll give you a tour of the lab.” Tony beckons and you nod, following him. “New eyepatch, Fury? Prada, I assume?”

“Stark,” Nick says curtly.

Bucky stares after you, arms still folded across his chest.

“Any problem, Sergeant?”

Other than the fact that his arch nemesis was now working with his friends, no, not really. But that did seem like a pretty big one.

“No,” Bucky mumbles instead, getting up from his place finally.

Apparently, no one else was worried about the possibly lethal combination of you and Stark, even with Banner there to dilute it.

Fine.

Guess he just has to observe you the whole week.

Well, half a week. It was Wednesday.

He observes inconspicuously over the rim of his coffee cup. He has a newspaper spread in front of him at Bruce’s table.

It’s not suspicious. He’s been there multiple times to sit in silence with the scientist who occasionally tinkers with something while engaging Bucky in tidbits of conversation. He finds it calming, refreshing even

Today he has an agenda. Everyone knows about it too.

“You know he’s staring at you, right?” Bruce looks up briefly from the giant blueprint laid in front of the group.

Tony had been dragged away to get a proper meal into him after he stayed up for 36 hours straight with caffeine keeping his system running.

“He has a tendency to do that.” You’re looking over the plan the three of you had come up with the day before. There were certain changes to be made in terms of efficiency. “Turns out if you annoy him, he stares harder.”

“We’ve heard about the inventions. Inators, he calls them?”

“Yeah,” you point out something on the sheet, drawing a circle around it to come back to later, “only good things I hope?”

“He doesn’t really talk much.” Bruce writes down a small comment against your arrow mark. “But if he hated them, he’d have a lot to say. So I’d take it as a compliment.”

“Would it annoy him if I did?”

“Probably.”

“I’ll take it as a compliment, then. Pass me the ruler?” You draw a line connecting two pieces.

Bucky’s ability to lip read is excellent but he refuses to do it, for privacy purposes. He knew that SHIELD had pulled some strings and had another teacher substituting for your classes the whole week since your other option was to come only after school hours. Anything else about this plan was murky.

“You gonna sit there all day?” Tony looks over his shoulder, following his line of sight.

“I’ve done it before.” He continues to look over the newspaper at you with your finger extended at something on the blueprint as you explained something to Bruce.

“You look like- how do I say this nicely.” He wasn’t going to. “A fuckin’ stalker.”

“I’m supposed to stop her from doing anything evil.”

“Sure.” Tony snorts. “That’s what this is. Should I get you a fedora and sunglasses while we’re at it?”

Of course Stark wouldn’t care; he brought you into this project. It was pretty much impossible to get him to agree with Bucky.

Bucky just narrows his eyes and continues his observation.

The menu of the cafeteria keeps changing. They like to keep things interesting.

Every time they do, Bucky spends too long staring at the menu, trying to figure out what exactly is familiar enough to order. Vietnamese week had him eating pho the entire duration it stayed.

“You plannin’ on eating anytime this century, sarge?” He recognises your voice immediately.

He knows what time your break is and he knows that you generally eat lunch in the cafeteria with the science team. Generally, the three of you pour over solutions and debate points all through the meal, and he spends the time getting acquainted with his new, lowkey Instagram account.

He blocks the Bucky Barnes hashtag the minute he gets an account again. God save his eyes from people asking him to break their back like a glow-stick. However, one afternoon of accidentally watching three cat videos has led to his entire explore page being taken over by them and he’s been trying for three days to get it to stop.

“Just trying to-” he tilts his head. “-understand what I’m reading.”

“Not a big fan of Greek food?” You join him in looking at the menu.

“Never really had the chance to try.” Tony and Bruce don’t seem to be in the room, probably pushing aside their meal to work on it as they’ve often done.

“Ah.” You already had your order in mind but you wait there.

Two minutes later he’s still staring at the menu. He can feel your presence next to him, unmoving. It unnerves him.

“Why are you still standing here?” He cranes his neck to look at you.

“I’m just seeing how long it takes for you to order.” You shrug. “So far it’s been five minutes and forty six seconds. Forty eight now.”

“Go away.” The concept of someone standing beside him, waiting for him to do something reminded him far too much of him trying to bag his stuff at the grocery counter rapidly while other customers waited to pay.

“Six minutes and thirty seconds. This is just sad now.”

“Your face is sad.” It was pathetic that he had now resorted to this.

It earned a laugh from you.

As entertaining as it was to be able to get on his nerves by just standing silently next to him, you finally ask, “Do you want a recommendation?”

He eyes you wearily. “You gonna give me food poisoning?”

“Not today, no.” You shake your head slightly. “Maybe tomorrow.”

He stares a little longer. You remain unshaken in your offer.

“Fine.” He sighs, stepping aside.

You tell him that since it’s his first time, you’d get him something basic. He thought it made sense.

He argued with you when you ended up paying for the both of you, only shutting up when you told him he’s holding up the line and that he could pay you back later. It doesn’t stop his incessant mumble complaining.

He ends up with gyros at his table and you sitting opposite him with your meal. He asks where the Science Bros are. You tell him it’s Science Hoes now, as christened by Tony, and that they’re in the lab.

“So?” You look at him eagerly.

“What?”

“How is it?” you urge, nodding at him.

He takes a cautious bite, really taking his time with it to annoy your impatient ass.

“Well?” You raise your eyebrow at him.

“It’s-” he pauses, looking down at his food. “-good.”

“Aha.” You lean back victoriously. “Knew it.”

He likes it. He also knows that this is probably going to be the only thing he orders for the next week unless you had planned otherwise.

“You’re not eating?” He gestures to your untouched tray.

“Taking it up to the lab. Got a few things to work on and we’re already behind.” You gather up your stuff and get up.

“Uh-” he pauses from practically inhaling the entire thing. He was already halfway done with it. “-thanks.”

“No problem. You wink at him. “Try figuring out what’s wrong with it.”

You turn on your heel to leave, taking your order with you. He can see your shoulders bobbing with silent laughter.

He stares down at his plate, swallowing slowly.

He pokes at it with a fork, lifting up the leftovers to check if there’s anything underneath. Nothing.

He checks to see if his limbs are still intact or his face was a different colour. Nope.

His stomach twists in worry about what’s going to happen. He still has a bit left but he pushes the tray aside.

The rest of the day he spends supervising you has you occasionally catching his eye, only to laugh. It only freaks him out more.

It takes eight hours of waiting and self induced tests later to realise there was nothing wrong with it. You were just playing with him.

He’s surprised to find you in the rec room when he strolls in with Sam, given that you haven’t taken a break all day.

You don’t share the same surprise... almost like you expected him.

“How long have you been waiting for me?” he immediately asks.

"I wasn’t here for you.” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Heard that Wilson was makin’ an appearance here soon so I stopped by to get a good look at him."

"Take a picture, it'll last longer.” Sam laughs, inserting a dollar into the machine and punching in the code for what he wanted.

"Gladly. Strike a pose, would you?" You grin, raising your phone.

“Maybe when I’m not covered in sweat.” Sam counter offers and you accept with a thumbs up.

“You going to the parade, Sam?” You toy with the can in your hands.

“I’ll be working security, so probably.”

“Sarge?” You take a swig of your drink.

“Huh?” He snaps back into the conversation, putting a stop to the mental list of reasons he was making of why you could be here at the same time as him. He knew your schedule, it wouldn’t be very hard for you to figure out his.

“You coming to the parade on Sunday?” you ask again.

“I guess.”

You wince.

“What?” he asks instantly, curiosity making him a lot sloppier than usual.

“It’s just- you wear so much black.” You gesture to his current getup to prove your point. ”I feel like all the bright colours would vaporise you if you looked at them.”

He doesn’t look amused.

“You know, like Prince Philip.”

“I think I’ll be fine.” He gives you a sarcastic smile.

“You comin’ Buck?” Sam laughs, unwrapping the bar he bought from the machine.

“You go ahead, I’ll catch up,” Bucky says offhandedly, still glaring at you innocently drinking your soda.

Sam chews absentmindedly on his protein bar as he walks out, amused at the situation Bucky pulled himself into.

“What’d you do?” Bucky asks, studying your body language.

“I bought a soda.” You lift the can to prove your point. “And now I’m drinking it.”

“Why are you waiting for me?”

“I thought I’d return the favour,” you point out. “I’m supervising you.”

“Don’t.” He walks to the vending machine, pulling out his wallet for some loose change. There was a Snickers bar he had been craving since morning that he bought every alternate day. Small joys.

“Why? I have the time.” You take a sip, setting it down with a clang.

“You’re only here for this week.” Bucky counted the coins he had. He’d use a dollar but he was trying to get rid of the jingling in his pocket that made him sound like a fucking clown when he walked.

“Actually,” you begin innocuously, “Tony offered me a full-time position.”

Bucky’s movements stop, hunched over the money in his palm.

“What?”

“Yeah.” You nod seriously. “A full nine-to-five as a researcher here.”

“And you’re taking it.” He shakes himself out of the minor shock to assess the damage.

“I don’t know. I got a lot of things to consider.” The chair scrapes against the tiled floor as you stand up. “But maybe you should get used to seeing me a lot more around here.”

He punches in the code for his Snickers. The row whirs forward slowly.

“See you at the lab.” He hears you discard the empty can in the trash before exiting.

He waits patiently for his bar to drop while his mind internally screams about the consequences of having you work here. You wouldn’t be evil anymore. Unless you were here to steal secrets from the Tower. On the pro side, his weekend would be free again. On the con side, his weekend would be free again.

His bar stops right at the edge of the row. He waits for it to fall over. It doesn’t.

He shakes the machine, suppressing the primal urge to beat the shit out of it when the damn bar refuses to fall.

He punches in a few random buttons hoping that at least it would give his money back.

The little monitor instead flashes a new message across the screen.

‘Have a good day, sarge <3’

Motherfucker.

Captain America looks less daunting up close, you realise. But he is still a very large man with very large shoulders. You know at least four people who would like to scale him like a tree, not that you’d ever tell him.

“Hey, Y/N.” He sends you a small smile when you walk into the room for a mid-week update. A clipboard in your hand, report attached and a few stationery items in case some points needed to be noted done, you look professional and ready.

“Afternoon, Captain.” Tony saves a seat for you and Bruce beside him since you’re on the same project. You almost miss the fact that Bucky isn’t in the room.

He walks in a few minutes late; tall, dark and brooding, immediately bringing the excitement in the room down by 40% by just existing.

Bucky surveys the room before catching your eye. He picks up his chair with ease and drags it over to where you are, sitting right beside you, ignoring the small cry of protest from an agent whose view he now obstructed. Everyone else just silently shifted over.

“Clingy much?” you whisper at him, eyes still trained on Steve who had waited till everyone was seated to continue.

“I’m supposed t’be keeping an eye on you,” he rebuffs in a hush.

“Well, you’re late. What if I went rogue, huh?”

“Therapy ran overtime,” he mumbles.

“Oh.” You blink. “How was it?”

“Same old.”

“You good?”

He refrains from answering when Steve starts addressing the room but yes, he was fine. He sends you a nod to confirm.

“This is just a usual checking in. We’ve received all your reports, but just to keep everyone on the same page-”

Bucky logs out mentally. He knows what his job is, he’ll probably lead a division of the security team or join the mission to neutralise the threat in case they find it first. Either way, he’ll figure it out without having to listen to an intern nervously stammer their way through their team’s report.

On the other hand, you’re not listening either. You were until you saw Bucky’s eyes glaze over while glowering at the window, assuming that he had stopped paying attention when his gaze doesn’t shift.

You should be listening. You’re new here and you should know what’s going on because any bits of detail are crucial to the working of your system.

Instead, you rip out a sticky note and discreetly place it on the back of Bucky’s metal arm. He doesn’t notice.

You bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling. More post-its from your pile of stationery make their way onto the vibranium, shades of pink, purple, green and yellow decorating his arm like a bulletin board.

You’re about to contemplate sticking one on his shoulder blade when he whips around to look at you. You freeze, hand in the air with a sticky note. He looks down at his arm, a scoff escaping him in disbelief.

“Are you serious?” He twists his arm to check the extent of how far you’ve gone. “What are you, six?”

“How’d it take you so long to notice?” You watch as he tugs them off one by one, counting to see how many you had managed to get on there.

“It’s impossible not to zone out in these shitty meetings,” he mumbles, pulling off the last one, crumpling all of them into a ball to throw at you. You skilfully avoid them.

“Don’t you feel pressure or heat or anything here?” You poke at his metal arm.

“No.” He clenches and releases the fist. “It can block bullets though.”

You snort. “Bet that’s a popular line in bed.”

He rolls his eyes. “I mean, it helps that I can’t feel anything. Sometimes,” he adds the last part as an afterthought.

“Like when you’re blocking bullets.”

“Especially then.” He nods.

“Would you ever want to?” you ask casually. “Like if you got the choice, would you prefer having feeling in that arm?”

“I don’t know.” He’s thought about it, but it doesn’t seem feasible in his line of work. He’d like it, though, to feel sand slipping through his fingers and the comforter under his palm. “Maybe when I’m retired.”

“Aren’t you well past that age?”

“Shut up.” He rolls his eyes. “And pay attention. You’re next.”

“So you are listening.” True to his word, Steve asks about what’s going on with your team. “Traitor.”

Tony shoots off about how you only had to test it out on a small batch first to see if you could acquire the targeted data without compromising anything else. You chime in about a few specifics, and Bruce more or less just confirms what you both are saying, only stopping to let them know that you’d be finished in a day or two.

Steve nods, moving on to the next committee.

“Did I get a good grade?” you whisper when you lean back again.

“B minus at best.”

“Fuck you, dude. I was great,” you protested. “It’s definitely worth a gold sticker.”

Someone shushes you sharply. You apologise quietly, whacking Bucky’s metal arm when you see a dumb smirk on his face.

He narrows his eyes at you.

You try sticking another post-it on him.

You’re only here for a week. That’s what he’s been told. Over six times, actually, after which he’s been told to go away the next time he asked.

No one’s brought up the job offer so he asks Tony if it was true and all he gets is a dismissive ‘yeah, whatever’. Besides, you haven’t told him if you accepted or denied it yet so isn’t sure if this entire thing is set in stone, per se.

So then why do you have a giant box of your belongings that you’re lugging around the lab, looking to set down?

And why does Tony allow you a table right in the centre of the lab for everyone to see as soon as they walk in?

There are a gazillion trinkets, picture frames and obnoxiously bright stationery that stands out against the dull minimalism of the lab.

“Every single one of these is a fire hazard,” he reports, standing over your desk.

You give him a side glance before reaching over to the side of your desk, pulling up a fire extinguisher and setting it on the table in front of him. “I came prepared, bitch boy.”

He doesn’t dignify that with a response. He chooses to look at what exactly you’ve brought with you because it’s a lot.

There are small cards with ‘thank you!’ sprawled on them in uneven lettering, bits and pieces of paper with small cartoons on them, little clay models and other miniature trophies with ‘you’re the best!’ under it.

“Your students gave you these?” He can’t remember the last time he gave his teacher anything other than a headache.

“Sometimes they learn or communicate better when they have something to keep their hands busy.” There’s a certain fondness in your voice that he isn’t used to hearing. “I end up with a lot of doodles and craft.”

“’s nice of them.” He can tell that this means a lot to you. He hasn’t seen it before.

He thinks the little decorations are adorable and maybe he’d keep another fire extinguisher on hand, just in case.

Until you start pulling out a set of framed photos and his smile drops.

Several collages of Bucky in flower crowns, him with terribly edited backgrounds of beaches and mountains, a photo of him laughing with ‘Live, Laugh, Love’ next to it in an italicised font.

“What the fuck,” he states, grabbing one of them.

You stifle a laugh, pulling out several more to place along your table.

“Where did you fucking get these?” He starts pulling them off the table one by one.

“I don’t think you know how much the internet is obsessed with you.” You set an especially large one of him in a Hello Kitty bowtie right in the centre. He doesn’t miss the star shaped frame you chose for this.

“What is wrong with you?” He swipes that up immediately, looking for a place to discard, possibly burn these pictures. “Why do you even have these?”

“It’s imperative that people know we’re friends.” You bite your lip, bringing out the last thing to annoy him.

“What is that?” A teddy bear with a blue jacket and a grey felt arm stared into his soul.

“A Bucky bear.” Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh. “Limited edition.”

He snatches it along with the fifteen other picture frames, thinly veiled distress and mostly disgust on his face.

“I hate you.”

“But I love you.” You lift the small heart shaped locket you hung on one of the pictures of your class.

You use both your hands to click it open for him, watching his face morph into one of disbelief.

Bucky my beloved, it read on the right with a small picture of him on the left looking intensely disgruntled. He doesn’t bother asking where you found that specific picture of him outside a Burger King at 3am.

He doesn’t even make an effort to take it away this time. He knows that you’ll simply bring up more and more until you drove him crazy.

“You still have to see the Avengers calendar.” You reach for the inside. “I changed all the pictures to you, it looks great-”

He turns around and leaves before you get a chance to flip open the pages.

He wanders around, looking for the best disposal area he can find. He knows there’s a giant fireplace in the common room in the Tower, and for that, he’d have to go up a couple of floors.

He steps into the elevator, chin pressing down on the several picture frames in his hands to prevent them from falling over.

No one sees him carrying a couple of fan edited pictures and merchandise of him. Which was good.

Unfortunately, the doors ding open on the next floor and his best friend steps on with possibly the worst timing ever.

“Buck?” Steve sounds confused. He should be, considering the sight.

Bucky shimmies slightly to get a better grip on his belongings. “Steven.”

Steve glances at what he’s holding.

“Is this,” Steve pauses, trying to frame his words correctly to sound as supportive as possible, “a therapy thing?”

“No.”

Steve waits for a further explanation.

“It’s Y/N’s,” he elucidates. Steve’s eyebrows furrow.

“Why are there so many pictures of you?” He looks at the content in his hands a little closer. “And a bear.”

“She’s evil. And I hate her.”

“Alright.” It doesn’t answer his question but his friend looks irked enough.

The elevator dings to the common room floor.

Bucky turns on his heel to head toward the place to set all the pictures on fire. He saves the picture frames to give back to you though, he’s sure those cost money. But he makes sure every last square inch of the picture with several hearts around his portrait burns to ash.

Bucky knows that by the time Saturday afternoon rolls around, the three of you would have been working for thirty hours straight, scrambling to get the last minute details done.

You’re still at it but he can tell through the adrenaline of the upcoming deadline that you’re exhausted.

Now he’s grouchy but he’s not an asshole. He’s already done two coffee runs for the team and brought you food when you didn’t show up for lunch. He mumbles something and dismisses it when you call out a ‘thank you’ his way. He considers it a debt repaid for the gyros.

He’s still keeping an eye on you but along with an emergency box of doughnuts for any sugar rushes that may be needed and bottles of water that he occasionally leaves at the corner of the table for you three to subconsciously keep yourself hydrated.

“Are you sure we checked it?”

“Yes.” Bruce nods.

“Double checked it?”

“Yes.”

“Triple checked it.”

“Yes.”

You look satisfied enough to move on to the next item. “Pass me the welding torch for a second.”

Bucky has a book in front of him that he hasn’t moved beyond the second page of. He’s more interested in seeing who collapses from burnout first. He has the infirmary on speed dial.

After another hour or so Tony holds up a silver tablet, roughly the same size as a smartphone, examining it from all sides.

“That’s it,” he states. “The final product.”

You exhale lightly.

“We should name it.” You have your hands on your hips, looking down at it in wonder. Maybe the zero hours of sleep was finally kicking in because you couldn’t believe you were finally done.

“You got any suggestions?” Tony asks.

To be frank, no, you didn’t.

“No.”

“Okay, we’ll do that later.” Tony sets it down, not sounding too disappointed. “F.R.I.D.A.Y, tell the team to get down here, please.”

“Yes, boss.”

Bucky jumps off his chair to join you in the lab, leaving the book behind.

It only takes a few moments for the others to join. Fury and Steve walk in together, already engaged in conversation.

“Greetings.” You clap your hands together. “We did it. We think.”

“We think?” Nick raises an eyebrow.

“We know,” Bruce clarifies quickly, stepping in. “We’re positive it works. We tested it out.”

Tony pulls up the holograph of F.R.I.D.AY’s system, sliding the tablet to the middle of the table.

“Is it secured under FRIDAY’s core?”

“Locked and loaded.” Tony hits the table lightly to signify that it was safe.

“I think we’re ready,” Bruce confirms.

“We better be, or else half the country is suddenly going to lose their internet connection,” you say under your breath.

“What?” Bucky’s eyebrows knit together.

“Nothing,” you beamed, “Okay F.R.I.D.A.Y., run sequence, global parameter.”

“Running sequence,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. parrots.

There was no going back now.

From what Bucky can see, Tony looks fairly confident but you have your bottom lip caged between your teeth, chewing on it nervously.

There are several hundreds of photographs popping up and disappearing within a minute. Everything looks like it’s going according to plan.

The giant holograph of the AI dims. Your face drops when F.R.I.D.A.Y. seems to sputter to a halt.

No one breathes.

In the midst of the tension, Clint mutters if they should play some background music. It’s followed by a swift ‘ow’ when Natasha flicks him in the shoulder.

You could hear a pin drop.

It suddenly picks back up again, running faster than the last time and the sigh everyone collectively heaves is almost comical.

It runs for a few seconds more before a list of names suddenly pop up accompanied by a series of photographs and geo locations.

“Sequence complete. Six names detected, zero encroachment on public or private databases,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. broadcasted. “Location determined to be Holland. Exact coordinates are computed into the quinjet.”

You let out a small cheer, looping your arm around Bruce, squeezing him in a half hug. He has a smile on his face, dropping his head as he laughs slightly.

“How dangerous are they?” Tony, however, continues to ask.

“A few prior convictions and a series of similar threats. Danger level determined to be at approximately five out of ten.”

“That’s not bad,” Steve commented. “Looks like we don’t need the full team there.”

“Romanoff, Barton, Wilson, Rogers can go ahead and take care of that,” Nick finally spoke up. “Everyone else is working security tomorrow, just in case anyone else decides that terrorism is on their fuckin’ to-do list for the day.”

“Buck, assemble a team and go over strategy for tomorrow,” Steve adds on. “Everyone else go suit up, wheels up in thirty minutes.”

“Fuckin’ Holland,” Sam scoffs, shaking his head. “Of all the places.”

“What do you have against Holland?” Nat asks as they leave together.

“Just don’t like ‘em.” Their voices grow faint the further they get.

“Hey.” A small greeting from behind you has you turning around.

Wanda stands in front of you and you have to ignore the fact that the most powerful being on Earth is talking to you.

“Hey,” you say back.

“I just wanted to say congratulations. You did a great job.” Bits and pieces of her accent poked out. She didn’t seem like she was putting in the effort to cover it up as opposed to the press interviews you had heard a few years ago.

“Thank you.” You smile. “T’was a team effort.”

“Well, we owe you one anyway,” Steve joins the conversation, leaving aside Tony who was still talking to Bruce.

“I wish I was humble enough to turn it down but I’m not.” You laugh. “It’s nice to have an arsenal of superheroes at my disposal.”

Steve looks like he’s going to respond but his attention is drawn towards F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s announcement that the quinjet was ready to go. He shoots you an apologetic look but you sign for him to go on, you’d meet with him later.

You watch as he claps Tony on the back, telling him to go get some sleep and something with more nutritional value than a pizza pocket in him, nodding at Bruce before taking leave.

“Y/L/N,” Nick stands beside you, looking ahead at the conversations being had as Steve tugs Clint along with him.

“Nicky,” you tease.

“I know at least seven underground prisons I can put you in if anyone hears you calling me that,” he says stoically.

“We all know you won’t get rid of me.” You shake your head. “Who’s gonna send you a Christmas card then, huh?”

He simply shakes his head, jutting his hand out and offering a handshake. “Not sure anyone here could handle another day of a highly caffeinated, sleep-deprived Stark.”

“Just say ‘thanks’, Nick, geez.” You roll your eyes.

Bucky watches the entire interaction unfurl; only the body language, not employing the lip-reading ability.

“You’re welcome.” You let go of his hand, a devilish look on your face. “You know what I want in return.”

Nick gives you a long, hard stare that could probably melt through Steve’s shield before turning around to leave.

But Bucky doesn’t miss the subtle high-five he gives you while walking out, unbeknownst to anyone else, bringing the biggest grin to your face.

He makes it a point to ask you what the fuck kind of leverage you have over the man for him to play favourites with you.

You finally collapse at your desk, letting out a loud exhale. You clench your eyes shut, your body finally melting into your chair. You look exhausted.

He’s not sure how to help. You don’t seem like you have the energy to tell him.

Bucky leaves a doughnut and water bottle on the table in front of you before shuffling out of the room quietly.

He’s certain that he’s spent far too long in Bruce’s lab this week. He liked the man as much as the next guy, but he probably wouldn’t come down there for the foreseeable future.

You’re at your assigned desk, reading light illuminating the space. Thankfully you’ve cleared up most of your stuff from the table, leaving no more liabilities to fall over in case he walked into the desk.

“So you’re done for the week.” His voice surprises you. You were scrolling through your phone, slightly hunched over.

“It appears so.” You put your phone down, swivelling the chair to look at him.

“How’d it go?” He leans against your table, making sure he isn’t using his full weight.

“Well, I slept for fifteen hours straight, so...” you leave him to connect the dots. He’s done the same several times.

“You’re probably gonna need more,” he says, mostly from his own experience, “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Actually-” you reach beside your table and lug your gigantic box of belongings onto the table with a loud thud, “-you won’t.”

He looks at the box that was nearly overflowing with its contents, the majority of the space being taken up by empty picture frames. “I thought you said Tony offered you a job.”

“He did,” you confirm. “I didn’t accept.”

“Why?” He watches you shift through a few things, adjusting it so that it wouldn’t fall over.

“This whole thing- it’s cool and all, but it’s not what I want to do.” You shrug. “I like teaching. I miss my class.”

He gaze lands on one of the thank you notes sticking out from the corner of the box. “Ah.”

“Back to school from tomorrow.”

“And evil on the weekends?” he prods, dropping a pen into the heap of stationery.

“Obviously.” You give him a lopsided smile. “Where else am I gonna use all this brilliance?”

You point to your head. He lets out a small exhale in the form of a laugh.

“Speaking of-” You look like you just remembered something.

You rummage through your backpack and pull out a small container, handing it to him.

“What’s this?” He turns it over, looking for any hidden clues. “Are you proposing again, because I’ve said no-”

“I’m not proposing,” you interrupt, “yet.”

He gives you a deadpan look.

“Open it,” you urge, and he complies.

Two small squares sit side-by-side. They’re slick black, barely bigger than the face of a dice.

“You put one of them here-” You tap on his bicep “-and the other here.” You tap his shoulder, a few inches below his clavicle.

“What does it do?” He thinks it’s like Nat’s little taser things, a nifty little tool that he could use on missions.

“It, uh-” you hesitate “-it allows you to feel sensation in your metal arm. Heat, pressure, texture.”

His breath hitches in his throat. He doesn’t mean for it to happen, it just does.

“You said that sometimes you’re glad you couldn’t because of the bullets and stuff. They’re detachable, so just take them off when you go on missions and wherever it is you Spandex ambassadors go.” You scoff slightly.

He can’t remember the last time he felt something soft with that arm or used it for something that wasn’t directly related to his job.

“I’m not messing with what the Wakandans gave you. It’s the most advanced piece of tech out there.” You shrug. “But if you ever want to feel it when someone attaches sticky notes to your arm, this could work. Just thought it’d be nice to have an option.”

He can’t decipher what he’s feeling right now. He looks up at you, only to catch you eyeing him cautiously, assessing his reaction. When you notice he’s looking at you, a nervous smile makes its way onto your face.

His stomach does a flip.

“Thank you,” he says quietly.

“Don’t mention it.” You sound a little relieved, picking up the box that he’s pretty sure weighed a ton what with all his memorabilia in it. “See you next week.”

He doesn’t know how to explain what it means to him.

Instead, he shoves his hands into his pockets. “What are you doing later?”

“Nothing.” You pause. “Why?”

“Are you gonna watch the parade?”

“Yeah, probably.” You shift your weight to your other leg to compensate for the box.

“Want some company?”

“Aren’t you heading a security division?” You have to consciously hide the bewilderment from your voice.

“Yeah. The place I’m stationed just so happens to have a good look into the street,” he explains, toying with the bracelet on his wrist. “Can’t really promise that I’ll be paying attention to it or that I’d even be there the whole time but for the most part...” he trails off.

“Uh-” You force yourself to shove aside your surprise at his determination, “yeah, sure. That’d be cool.”

He nods. “Okay. See you there.”

“See you,” you murmur as you walk to the elevator.

He opens the tiny container to look at the small chips. They’re still there, silently like they don’t change his world just by existing.

Gosh.

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Awaken

Pairing: chenle x reader Genre: friends to lovers AU, fluff, mature content Length: 6.4k Summary: When Chenle invites you on a last minute trip to his family’s home in China, you’re excited at the prospect of a small vacation and about spending time with your crush. Surprisingly, Chenle’s extended family is there as well, and a series of events quickly awaken something new in both of you. Warnings/Details: female reader, explicit sex (breeding kink, unprotected sex [please stay safe], creampie) disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. the characters and events are not a reflection of reality or meant to offend in anyway.

“What do you mean you can’t come? We were talking about this literally last night, and not even 12 hours later, you can’t come?!” Chenle practically screams into his phone as he stuffs random pants and shirts into his open suitcase. “Explain yourself, Park.”

“My mom suddenly wants me to come home.” Jisung sounds apologetic and slightly timid, “She said she’s cooking dinner tonight for our family and if I’m not at the table she’ll cut my tongue off. I know she won’t actually do it, but... I don’t want to test it.”

Chenle sighs, sounding bothered by this predicament, but Jisung knows his best friend isn’t going to be that sad about his absence. It’s not like Jisung has never been to Chenle’s house in China, and although he loves the place, he knows this won’t be the last opportunity for him to fly there. When Chenle sighs once more, this time just to be annoying and show how irritated he is, Jisung speaks again.

“Don’t be like that. You love visiting your family, just think of it as an opportunity to spend more time with them.” Jisung hears Chenle fall onto his bed on the other side of the line.

“I do love to visit, but my whole family is either younger than nine or older than thirty-five. I just want someone that’s my age to be with me if I feel lonely.” Jisung pouts at that. Chenle is an outgoing person and loves to be around the people he’s comfortable with, so hearing that he gets lonely without his best friend makes Jisung’s heart hurt a bit. However, an idea suddenly pops into his head.

“Hey, you actually do have another friend our age, and I bet she would love to go to China with you.” At the mention of a ‘she,’ the only ‘she’ both Chenle and Jisung know at the moment who would want to hang out, Chenle sits up straighter on his bed and his heart rate speeds up.

“Oh, ___?” He tries to sound nonchalant, “I’m not sure. She would be meeting my family, won’t she think that’s weird? And what if she feels uncomfortable? It’s not like she can just go home—”

“There are lots of what if’s, Chenle. All I know is that she finished her finals and is on break, and probably deserves a small vacation for her hard work.” Jisung pushes, suddenly excited that he can’t come on the trip if it means Chenle can get closer to you. “Just ask her. I promise it won’t hurt.”

“If she says no, it will hurt my pride. So, that’s a lie.”

“Chenle.” Jisung replies flatly.

“Fine, fine, I’ll ask.” Chenle plays with the hem of his shirt, thinking about how nervous he got over this trip just by adding you into the equation. With some last goodbyes and a promise that Chenle will update Jisung about everything that happens this weekend, the call ends. Chenle fidgets through his phone, procrastinating calling you, but when every single app is checked and there is only the phone icon staring back at him, Chenle sighs and finds your contact, pressing the call button.

After meeting you through Jisung, you and Chenle quickly became close friends. You’re both easy-going, prefer staying up late at night, and okay with being lazy at home, so hanging out together is easy to do. It also doesn’t hurt that you’ll eat literally anything Chenle cooks, boosting his pride tenfold when you praise him endlessly for his cooking. Actually, one night at his house after he made dinner and you shared a bottle of wine on the rooftop of his house while looking at the night sky, wishing the light pollution didn’t erase all the stars, that’s when he figured it out.

You’re important to Chenle. So, so important.

He knows he has feelings for you, and that he cares about you deeply. He is aware of your presence whenever you’re in the same room and gets that longing feeling in his stomach when your attention is taken away from him. There is no doubt that Chenle is in the middle of falling head over heels for you, but he always feels the need to keep a few steps back.

He walks on a tightrope, on one end is friendship and on the other is love, and he’s stuck in the middle. You’ve given him hints of attraction and subtle nuances in your words that could possibly mean you have feelings for him as well, but nothing concrete enough that gives Chenle the confidence to walk further along the tightrope.

Maybe, just maybe, this trip can bring you two closer to the end of this balance beam.

“A trip?” Chenle hears excitement in your voice after he explains what happened with Jisung, and he feels hopeful, “That sounds like fun!”

“Great. I’ll pick you up in three hours.” Chenle feels giddy and nervous at the same time, his leg bouncing up and down to portray all of his feelings.

“Oka— Wait. Three hours?”

“Bye!” Chenle abruptly ends the call before you can ask anything else or change your mind, throwing his phone to the other side of the bed. He takes a few deep breaths and then stands up, continuing to pack his things. This time with more skip in his step that’s fueled by the promise of your presence with him for the whole weekend.

It’s already nearing 6pm when you arrive in Shanghai. You follow Chenle closely as he leads you through the airport, looking really confident about every turn he makes as he weaves through the busy and tired looking people. However, you’re both thrown off your path when a large window on your right catches your eye, the night view of the city of Shanghai making you stop in your tracks and swerve to take a closer look.

Your hands smudge the clean windows as you lean in and stare at the enormous city, the sparkling lights and tall buildings look like you just took a flight to the future, not just a few hours south.

“It’s pretty…” You trail off, not really talking to anyone in particular. Chenle, who followed you to the window and also stares at the view from beside you, smiles at the comment.

“You like it?”

“It’s amazing…” You sound like you’re in a daze, which makes Chenle smile wider.

“I should show you the view from the balcony in my room. It’s ridiculous.” Chenle nods and gives the view one more glance over. His words bring you back to reality, making you shiver.

In Chenle’s bedroom… where so many things other than watching the night sky can happen.

You heat up in embarrassment at the dirty thoughts, yelling at yourself in your head for thinking like that when Chenle probably meant it in the most innocent way.

“We should probably get going..” Chenle seems completely oblivious to your predicament, yawning as he turns around and continues walking through the airport. You follow him, lightly biting the inside of your cheek as your previous thoughts fly through your mind again.

The Shanghai airport is crowded, almost over-crowded. After traveling further through the airport, it gets hard to follow Chenle’s leather bucket hat that bobs through the sea of people and you have to grip onto his backpack so that you don’t lose him. He feels the sudden weight on his bag, turning around to see you struggling.

His hand finds yours, making you release the grip on his zippers and instead intertwine with his fingers, turning to look forward and once again leading you to baggage claim. Your hands start to sweat and you feel embarrassed, but Chenle doesn’t seem to mind as he squeezes your fingers softly and glances back at you to make sure you’re okay. He doesn’t let go of your hand until your luggage arrives, and when he does release your hold, you feel very cold and empty from the lack of Chenle’s touch.

“Mom, I’m home!” Chenle yells into his house, dragging his suitcase behind him and taking off his shoes, “I brought a friend.” You both leave your things at the door and Chenle hands you some slippers, then you follow him through the house in search of his mother. You find her in the kitchen, stove on and several pots and pans cooking food at once.

“Chenle!” She exclaims after seeing her son, and then her eyes fall on you.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you.” You politely greet her, slightly unsure of what her reaction to you will be.

“You didn’t tell me you’d be bringing your girlfriend here.” She laughs gleefully and leaves the stove to come closer, almost jumping on the tile floors over to you.

“Oh, we’re n-” You begin, but Chenle cuts you off.

“Jisung couldn’t come, so I brought ___ here instead. I hope that’s okay.”

“Oh, it’s perfectly fine,” She smiles, which makes you relax a bit, “You’ve never brought anyone here other than Jisung, I was beginning to think you don’t know anyone other than him.”

It’s your turn to laugh, covering your mouth as you glance at Chenle to see him roll his eyes with a sour look on his face. Before he can retaliate, his mom cuts him off.

“Well, since you’re here, could you set the table? I’m running late on dinner and I need extra hands. Get out eleven plates and those high chairs we keep in the closet.” She quickly makes her way back to the stove after warmly rubbing your arm, moving faster than your eyes can follow as she adjusts spices and stirs.

“Why so many?” Chenle asks.

“Your aunts and uncles are coming over today.” At that information, you turn to face Chenle with an unsure look painted on your face.

“Is it okay that I’m here?” You step closer to him and whisper, “If you’re having a family dinner, I don’t want to intrude.”

“Of course it’s okay. Don’t even worry about it.” Chenle gently grabs your shoulders and turns you around, forcing you to walk out of the kitchen and back into the foyer. You collect your luggage and head upstairs.

Chenle’s house has an impressive three stories with several bedrooms, an office, and a lounge room in the top two floors and the rest of the important rooms on the first floor. You didn’t see much of the backyard, but you caught sight of several trees that surround the house, making the area more private. Considering this place is close to the city, you’re amazed at how all of this belongs to Chenle and his family.

His room is on the third floor, and you take a look inside when he sets down his things on his bed. The balcony he mentioned earlier is covered with long white curtains and his bed is wide, taking up a good chunk of space. On the other side of the room, a TV hangs on the wall and there are several gaming consoles hooked up. Overall, a normal guy’s room.

“You’re next door…” He mumbles and leads you to the room next to his. The layout is a mirrored version of his room, only the balcony is replaced with large windows and the room is more generic looking rather than lived-in like Chenle’s. You set your things down and glance out of the window; you’re met with the canopy of trees that grow in his backyard.

“And your bathroom is right here,” Chenle’s voice brings you back to the room, showing you inside the bathroom, “And if you need anything, my room is right through here.” He opens a door in the bathroom to reveal his room on the other side. You nod and walk over to the bed, plopping down on the soft covers.

“Your house is amazing. I feel like I’m staying at a fancy AirBnB… but I don’t have to pay for it and there’s a family staying here too.” You both laugh at that, but your comment has you questioning your stay here some more.

“You’re sure it’s okay for me to be here? I don’t want to take your time away from family.” You bite your lip and look up at Chenle, looking for his honest answer. You’d hate for Chenle to not spend all the time he can with his family while he’s here, considering he can’t visit often.

“I am 100% sure that you’re okay to stay here. I think everyone will l-love you.” Chenle clears his throat after his stutter, hoping you wouldn’t question his sudden nerves surrounding the topic of love.

“Okay.” You nod and rub your hands over your thighs to rid yourself of anxiety. You only keep asking because you hate to be an intrusion. But if Chenle is sure that your presence here is okay, then you’re going to enjoy this vacation to the best of your abilities.

“You get settled, I’ll go help my mom. I’ll get you when dinner is ready.” Chenle turns around to leave the room, but you stop him.

“Oh, I can help. It’s the least I can do, and it seems like there’s a lot to get ready.”

“But you’re a guest—”

“I don’t mind.” You smile and leave the room first, looking over your shoulder as if to beckon him to try and stop you. Chenle doesn’t, partially because he wants to spend any second he can with you, even if it’s just setting the dinner table. But he also doesn’t stop you because that would mean grabbing onto your hand and pulling you back, and Chenle almost had a heart attack at the airport the first time he did that. Thinking back on it, the action felt natural but it still startled him, and he can’t get the feeling of how your soft hands feel in his own out of his head.

“Hey, wait up! You’ll get lost.” Chenle calls out and quickly follows you out of the room.

Chenle’s family loves you. In fact, Chenle thinks they love you just a little too much.

From his mom cooing at you as you help Chenle properly set the table to his aunts and uncles endlessly talking about your hobbies and school, it seems like you’re the life of the party tonight. However, that’s not what catches Chenle’s eye.

As he’s carrying some drinks to his dad and uncles who decided to sit outside after eating, Chenle passes by the living room to see you and his nieces and nephews playing. You’re reading a book to one of the younger kids while the others are coloring next to you and constantly showing you their art, seeking your approval or ideas on what they should draw next. Chenle’s two older nephews are playing tag around the table, and overall it’s just a whole ruckus. Chenle only has a chance to glance into the room for a second before continuing his trip outside to deliver the drinks.

As he’s coming back in, he’s startled by his older nephews who took their game of tag out into the hallway, almost running into Chenle.

“Woah, woah, woah. You shouldn’t be running in the hallway, get back in the living room.” Chenle ushers the boys back and once all of them are in the living room, he shuts the doors completely to keep anyone from going back out. His eyes land on you, you’re in the same position as you were before, but now you look up at Chenle and give him a warm smile while patting the spot next to you.

Chenle sits with his legs crossed while facing the same direction as you, looking over his niece's artwork and complimenting their scribbling, and then leaning back against the couch to mirror your position.

“I guess it’s more fun to play with the kids than with the adults?” Chenle asks, making your attention move from the TV screen where a kid’s movie is playing to meet Chenle’s eyes.

“Don’t you find it fun to play with kids? I think there’s never a dull moment with these guys.” You laugh and motion around the room as if to make your point.

“So, you like kids?” Chenle asks.

“Yes, a lot.” You nod, watching him look away and nod at your words. “What about you?”

“My nieces and nephews are… a bit too wild for me.” He admits, “But I like kids. I would like to have my own kids in the future.” Chenle speaks without really thinking about his words, just talking to you about anything is nice. When he realizes what he said at the end, his eyes glance over at you to gage your reaction.

“Same here. There’s some special sort of happiness that comes with having kids. I see it all the time on mothers’ faces, and I always wonder what it feels like. I bet you can’t really find that kind of feeling anywhere else in the world.” You muse, and Chenle quickly agrees with your sentiment, involuntarily gulping as the thoughts in his head rampage.

Could you get anymore perfect for him?

You look down at your thigh, for some reason not being able to look at Chenle in the eye. “I think… You’ll be a really good father, Chenle.”

Just from your simple words, Chenle’s heart begins to pound in his ears and warmth spreads through his chest. He watches you shyly look up at him, not being able to do anything but stare at you for fear of his body moving without his control.

“Can you please read again.” His youngest niece breaks the staring contest between you two with her question, pulling your gaze away from him. When your attention is on his niece, he quietly slips out of the room and stumbles up the stairs to his bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind him.

He paces around his bed, his hands running through his hair as he tries to figure out

what just happened. You said you like kids. You said you would like kids in the future. You also said you think Chenle would make a good father. Are you purely giving him compliments or… could you be hinting at something else?

Why does Chenle feel like his heart might explode any second if he keeps thinking about you. On second thought, he looks down, his pants might be the thing that explodes. Chenle sighs, slightly embarrassed that he got hard by just thinking about you.

You looked so cute playing with his nieces and nephews, so kind and genuinely warm hearted to them that it melted Chenle’s heart. He wants to see it again. He wants to see you reading a book to them and changing your voice for every character, listening intently as they tell you story after story, rubbing their backs gently as they color.

Chenle wants to see you like that with his kids.

His own thought scares him a bit, and he sits down on his bed while trying to calm his breathing. He’s even more surprised at the shot of pleasure that runs through him at his own idea. He feels his stomach turn pleasantly at the thought of a little you and him running around, you showing your love to both Chenle and your child.

Warmth grows in Chenle's heart; he wants it so bad.

He can imagine the picture so clearly in his head that it hurts him to think about it, since he knows he’s far from that point in his life. That doesn’t stop him from getting turned on, though. He digs the heel of his palms into his eyes and breathes deeply, trying to think of something —anything— else. Why is it that whenever you’re around, he can’t think of anything, but whenever you’re not around, he can only think of you?

‘It’s useless’ he sighs, scooting up on his bed and moving his bedsheets away.

Sitting against his head board, Chenle grips his sheets in one hand and his other slides down his stomach, tickling him slightly, and over his crotch. Swallowing thickly, he closes his eyes and focuses on his warm hand stimulating his member. He can’t help but let out a soft sigh at his own teasing, but soon has had enough and quickly pushes down his pants and boxers to let his dick spring out. Using some precum that glistens as it runs down the side of his dick, he starts pumping his shaft, eventually getting fully hardened.

His wrist turns every time he reaches the end of a pump and he slides down the headboard as his eyes flutter from the pleasure. Chenle is good at staying quiet thanks to the years of practice in his full house, but he can’t help the whines he emits every so often when his fingers move over his tip.

But soon, Chenle turns frustrated. He’s doing all the things he knows his body likes, but his orgasm is just too far away still. He becomes impatient, starting to shift his hips around and rub his length faster as sweat builds on his forehead, but it only hurts his wrist and makes him itch for his orgasm more.

Every time Chenle thinks of you while getting off, he feels a bit guilty.

He hopes you don’t mind it, but you hold a place in his heart and Chenle is very attracted to you, it’s impossible to think of anyone else when he’s in this position. So, Chenle takes a breather, and when he continues his stroking, he thinks about your tiny hand replacing his instead. His eyes immediately roll to the back of his head and he finds it hard to keep himself sitting up.

Chenle’s head is tilted back, his jaw dropping open bit by bit as he moves on to thinking about your warmth mouth around his cock, the way your face would look as you glance up at him and kiss up his thighs before sliding his member through your lips again.

Chenle has to shove the duvet he has been gripping into his mouth to stop the moan that almost leaves his throat, his eyes screwing shut as he imagines how good your wet pussy would feel around his dick, sliding in and out as you chase your own release. He loses composure when he imagines what your pants and moans would sound like in that situation, what your nails would feel like gripping onto his shoulder for dear life, and what the flesh of your hips and waist would feel like under Chenle’s hands as he drives you harder onto his cock.

Chenle eventually starts thrusting his hips up into his hand, desperately chasing his high to the very highest peak. Chenle has thought about you many times while jerking himself off, but this time around, the thing that makes him tip over the edge is the thought of his cum shooting into you. He lets himself fall into the pleasure, seeing stars at the thought of his seed filling you up. He milks himself as strings of cum land on his thighs and pants, going to the very last stroke until it almost feels painful.

He limply falls over on his bed, breathing heavy and ears slightly ringing from the intensity he brought upon himself. When the feeling goes away he opens his eyes and listens to the sounds of the commotion downstairs, his mom and aunties playing with the kids, and the cars that drive by outside his balcony. When he looks over at the bathroom door, his heart drops all the way to his stomach and his head turns fuzzy from panic.

You’re right there.

Maybe you think he doesn’t see you, half hidden by his bathroom door, but he sees your hand resting on the handle and he hears your heavy breaths all the way from across the room. A part of him wants to dig himself into the covers and never come back out, but he pushes that embarrassment away so he can think clearly. You’re just standing there, no doubt just saw him come, why aren’t you leaving?

“___,” Chenle calls out, his voice lower than you expected and making you flinch behind the door. “Come here.” He says it softly, but in a demanding tone, so you open the door all the way and look at him. A mess of sheets surrounds him and his hair sticks to his forehead from sweat, all of this is illuminated by the dim moonlight coming from the balcony. Taking small steps to him, you don’t know what to do with your hands or where to look, but Chenle makes it easy when he pulls you down on the bed next to him.

“Did you like what you saw?” His question startles you, “Tell me the truth.” He adds on. You nod, a question of your own coming to mind.

“Why did you say my name when you were doing… that?” Chenle’s eyes widen, not aware of your name slipping through his lips. “Tell me the truth.” You say back at him.

Something in Chenle tells him that things won’t be the same way between you two after tonight no matter how he tries to amend this situation, so he thinks he might as well take it as far as you’ll let him.

He leans into you slowly, lips sliding past your cheek and teasing the skin there, stopping to whisper into the shell of your ear. “Because I was thinking of you, why else?” He likes how you shiver, he likes seeing the goosebumps on your shoulder from his words. Scraping up as much courage as he can, he leans all the way in and places a hot kiss below your earlobe. He waits for you to push him away, but you only grab onto the front of his shirt for leverage, so Chenle continues. He presses slow and open-mouthed kisses down your neck, almost too slow, until he reaches your shoulder where he bites down gently, raising a sharp gasp out of you.

You push him away and look at his eyes. Chenle is afraid that you’ll tell him to stop because this surely means he screwed up, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the next words that come out of your mouth.

“Tell me what you were thinking about. I’ll make your dreams into reality.”

Chenle’s jaw drops slowly at that, looking over your face for any signs of a joke. But fire burns in your eyes and the hand that’s holding onto his shirt pulls him in, lips crashing together in your very first kiss.

It’s hot, the room and the kiss and the way your hand falls down to chest and stomach to reach his dick, once again twitching from just the slight sting your nails give him as they travel across his body, not to mention the way your tongue slides into his mouth, exploring every corner. The kiss is wet and messy, but neither of you care right now.

“Was it like this? Hm?” You pull away while tilting your head, somehow looking innocent as you start to pump his dick, the same way he did not too long ago. Chenle shakes his head, pushing on your shoulder to get you to sit on the floor. As you slide onto your knees Chenle grips the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head, wiping his hands on it, and throwing it behind him, not caring about how dirty it will be after.

When he looks down at you between his legs, your little hands moving his pants and boxers all the way down his legs, he thinks he must be dreaming. It has to be fake, you look too good with his spit covering your lips and your hands spread out on his thighs, looking up at him curiously as if to ask for what he wants next. This has to be a dream, but when he feels your soft hair bunching up in his hand and the first touch of your puffy lips on his sensitive tip, he knows this is anything but a dream.

He’s all too excited when his hips push up into your mouth and his hand tightens in your hair. He doesn’t want to hurt you, but he can’t help how good you’re making him feel. His toes curl, his mouth releases little whimpers and pleas filled with your name, probably the most vocal he has been in his entire life.

You don’t mind the roughness from him, you like it actually, the wetness building in your core proof of that. The sight above you, Chenle’s head tilted back and the outline of his abs flexing every time your tongue swirls around his dick is more than enough to get you heated, desperate for some friction between your legs. Just when you think Chenle is going to cum, he pulls you away from him, surprising you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, suddenly afraid you did something wrong. He groans, his eyes squeezing shut hard enough that the dimples under his eyes come out. He lets you stand up, but grabs the back of your thigh to pull you closer to him.

“I should be good to you, I can’t let you sit on the floor and suck my dick all night, as much as I would like that.” That makes you chuckle a bit. Chenle smiles, moving your shirt up and peppering kisses over your stomach, right above your waistband. You remove your shirt, feeling Chenle’s hands play with the buttons and zipper of your pants.

“What’s next?” You ask after he slowly slides your pants off of your legs and throws them behind you. He looks at you, his eyes conveying how nervous he feels by your question. He’s not sure how you would feel about the next part of his fantasy.

“Can I come in you?” He asks so fast that you almost don’t register his words, but when you do your eyebrows quirk up. When you don’t say anything, Chenle continues, “I know this is kind of wild for our first time together, but I promise I’m clean and—”

“Sure.” Chenle shuts up at that, his eyes wide as he tries to read your face through the lack of good lighting. “I trust you. Do you trust me?” When Chenle nods, you climb onto his lap, your lips meeting again in a softer kiss than before. You grip the strands of his hair in the back of his head as you gently sit down on his thighs. Chenle immediately grabs your hips and pulls you flush against him, chest to chest and hips against hips so that you can feel his dick pressing against your center, raising a strangled gasp out of you.

Chenle takes that moment to slide his tongue in your mouth, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you against him while his other hand moves your hips against his own. His dick rubs against your center, the slickness that has seeped through your underwear making Chenle shake with pleasure. He kisses down your neck and chest to leave hickies on the top of your breasts while continuing to grind up into you, starting to feel obsessed with how you sound every time his dick rubs against your clit.

You’re in the middle of taking off your bra when his hand that was moving your hips moves to your front as he runs two fingers over your covered slit. It surprises you and you let out a moan, forgetting about your bra and covering your mouth to stop yourself from getting any louder. He moves your panties to the side and slides one finger in to test the waters, you clench around him instantly and sigh in relief at how he curls his finger in you.

“Relax,” He mutters and removes your bra all the way for you, his hand once again finding a palace at your waist to steady you on top of him, “I got you. You’re safe with me.” He mumbles against your shoulder between kisses as you get adjusted on top of him. Your nails that were gripping into his shoulders relax a bit, and he adds a second finger to stretch you out some more. Your shaky breath tickles Chenle’s ears when he does so, but eventually you start grinding down on his fingers.

Chenle takes a moment to watch you grind onto his hand, your eyes shut as you’re completely lost in your own pleasure. You even look pretty like this, how is that fair? Chenle can’t help but express his feelings in the form of kisses over any part of your skin he can reach. You’re pretty sure he has kissed everywhere by the time he pulls his fingers away, making you turn your attention on him.

“Are you sure this is okay?” He gives you one last chance to back out, but you nod your head in agreement, your head cloudy from pleasure and your whole body begging for him to fuck you already. He nods too, guiding his dick into your hole and letting you slide down him inch by inch. Every move downward sends his mind blank and his stomach tightening, watching how he disappears into you and twitching from how tight you are. You keep clenching around him and it’s driving him completely insane. He leans back on his hands, breathing deeply to keep himself under control.

When you’re sat all the way down, Chenle takes your hand in his and intertwines your fingers together to place your hand against his cheek. You’re not sure if he even realizes he does this since his eyes are still shut in pleasure, but the gesture makes you smile a bit.

When Chenle thrusts up into you, your smile drops. Fuck, that feels good.

Chenle releases your hand and instead takes a hold of your hips keeping you steady as he thrusts up into you in a steady rhythm, drawing out unstoppable groans and moans from both of you, not caring about who’s hearing you two. His hips slap against yours with every move, sending you closer and closer to your high as you hold onto each other. When he stops for a moment, no doubt tired from all of the work, you continue to roll your hips against his.

“Ah—” He groans at your movements, “Oh my god, ___, don’t stop.” He moans. If you thought Chenle’s singing voice sounded heavenly, then you think the voice he used to moan your name might be out of this world, filled with so much feeling and lust that you don’t think he can even register what he’s saying anymore.

You feel your orgasm approaching all too fast, and when Chenle’s hips start to move again, you think he might be close too. That’s when you lean into his ear, the same way he did to you when he started all of this just a while ago.

“Come in me, Chenle.” You beg him, and his hips move faster, the grip he has on your hips so tight you’re sure there’s going to be bruises. You can’t think about it right now, though, as his cock moves in and out of you mercilessly and your name tumbles out of his lips once again.

Your orgasm breaks open throughout you, spreading like a wildfire through your nerves. You’re sure you can feel Chenle all over you and all around you as you come, pleasure filling you up from your head to your toes. As your muscles flutter around him, Chenle lets go too, white and hot springs of his sperm shoot into you. He continues to fuck it into you, slowing down when he feels both of you almost topple over from fatigue.

He slowly lays down in his bed, careful when he rolls you to the side. Sliding his dick out, he watches his white seed flow out of your pussy and down your thigh, his lips opening in awe and surprise at how much he likes the sight.

“Are you okay?” He asks, suddenly realizing the redness around your hips and waist from his own hands.

“Oh, I’m great. I’m wonderful, actually.” You sigh out, your eyes closed as you are still trying to get over the orgasm Chenle gave you. Your words make him chuckle, a bit of cockiness peaking through.

“Huh, I guess I’m that good, yeah?” Chenle makes sure to send you a closed lip smile, and you peak an eye open to hit him gently against the arm before retracting and falling limp again, both of you not able to control your bubbling laughter.

Chenle always imagined what the other side of the balance beam would look like— how it would feel like. Now, as he looks at your messy hair, your shining skin under the moonlight, and your quiet mumbles about random things as you cuddle under the blanket, he thinks it may feel just like this.

Later, after you and Chenle cleaned up a bit and got situated under the covers with you laying your head on his shoulder and him tracing stars, hearts, and the Chinese characters of his name on your back, Chenle gets a phone call.

“Hey, how are you? How’s it going with ___?” Jisung asks on the other side. Once you hear his voice, you perk up and tilt your head to look at Chenle with a raised eyebrow.

“Everything’s good, really good, actually. How’s your family?” Chenle asks back, stopping his tracing for a second to flick your forehead gently, making you slightly scowl at him.

“Good, my mom didn’t cut my tongue off, as you can probably tell.” Chenle lets some air out of his nose in the form of laughter at Jisung’s joke.

“So, why did you call?” Chenle hums into the phone, burying himself closer to you under the covers.

“Don’t you remember? You said you would update me on anything that happens while you’re over there. Did something happen?” Jisung asks and Chenle can’t contain his smile as he answers.

“Park Jisung, I’m so glad you couldn’t come this weekend.”

“What? What does that mean—”

“I’m hanging up now.” Chenle ends the call, throwing his phone somewhere on the bed and wrapping his arm around you, cuddling closer to you and finally falling asleep.

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