#anyway I hate making people upset so I hope this is better
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Okay so we got a tiny promotional video with a lot of clips weâve already seen and fun âPowerPoint slideâ type clips. Imma talk about it
Here is the video ^
Now the last time I talked about this it didnât go⊠great so I will word it better so as to avoid that again <3
Now weâve gotten that billboard my excitement is out on an all time high again but there are a few things in this that I want to point out:
Firstly we will get the obvious out the way- RIO SAYS HER NAMEEEE AND ITS SO PLAYFUL. We have physical evidence that she at the very least knows her name haha.
Secondly the rest of the voice are very interesting. So we definitely have Billy- sorry I meant Teen in there, and Lilia at the end but the rest are all male voices. Now I can confidently identify the ver deep one as Herb from WV. And given itâs a tiny promo teaser I think all of these voices are from what weâve seen before. Maybe one surprise new one but very unlikely. I think I can hear Dottieâs husband in there but the rest I canât identify (men usually sound the same to me). So if we use that theory, who says what? I think there are about 3-4 voices I cannot place. AND when do they say it? My theory is that these kind of go chronologically and that she hears them say these in episode 1 as hallucinations or episode 2 when sheâs collecting her coven
Thirdly, all the photos are gorgeous and they fall into one of 3 categories
One category is clips from WV. Now the only one I can theorise on is this 70âs one but it was amazing to see her gorgeous face (ignore my shoddy handwriting Iâm a physicist itâs part of the job description)
Another Category is hints/clips to parts of the show. I will describe in chronological order, missing the two that go in the next category: Mare of Easttown Detective Agatha, Agatha search online, Agatha tarot card with the moon (moon is very important we all know this), Agatha with the orange magic (I donât know what font it is but it feels like I should), Olden Agatha with pretty writing, purple smoke screen with Agatha font used in other things, Plants in an almost âweird detectiveâ way (I donât know how to explain it but like those cutscenes in a detective where they put stuff in a lab⊠god Iâm bad at this), something that almost resembles AHS but in general is a weird black pattern, Agatha twitter (she would be hilarious on there), red âAgathaâ that is linked to that demon scene and a beautiful purple glowing ball that is just general mystic-ness. All of them amazing, all pointing to different parts of the show
Now, the two to single out actually have writing on them
Iâll put my theorise down and thank you to my friend who helped because I was trying to think deeply and they gave me the obvious answers because Iâm too dumb to do all of this on my own haha
The one on the left feels like a childhood story. Itâs written in even lined with pretty patterns on the side. I think that itâs a story about her killing her coven. This would also cement the idea that she is famous (in a not great way) and support a little fun theory I had that she is almost like a spooky story witches tell their kids at night. Like the boogy man. âDonât misbehave or the evil purple witch will come and get youâ kind of thing (you would never guess that I write).
It also brings in a fun question everyone has: was she born with purple magic? Because by all logical accounts she had to have been because the darkhold didnât turn Wandas magic purple (I know it did Stranges but sorcerers are different, I think it acted like a filter to the outside magic since thatâs what sorcerers use, whereas witches have it born into them and their DNA so you canât put a filter in it) and it would make sense story wise. Born with it and everyone was terrified and hated her from the beginning. Self fulfilling prophecy and all that. Itâs not a problem if she isnât, because the other works just as well, her wanting to rebel so much that she picks up dark books etc etc. but it is one of the aspects Iâm deathly excited to see.
The right hand side one is a newspaper. Now given the placement of the name and the lack of anything either itâs her actually putting her name in for people to see/ some kind of clue thing OR the more likely option is a bounty on her head. Which would make sense: if this is a witch paper, everyone seems to want her dead so I mean⊠go for it. She gets a little snack out of it
Those are my current thoughts and if youâve read this all then thank you for your time. I like getting other peoples opinions so if you have any then always feel free to say even if itâs telling me Iâm stupid and pointing out the obvious haha
Anyway here is your gift for making it to the end: Sexy ladyyyyy
#agatha all along#theorising time baby#Iâm dissecting the trailer because I donât have that much work rn#forgot how long this takes#I have a document of all the stuff weâve been given and my theorise#itâs at 38 pages yâall#and I havenât started the trailer đ#anyway I hate making people upset so I hope this is better#have I had several panic attacks because what I said before was misinterpreted and I ruined everything with some of my only friendsâŠ#donât be so silly guys#I love just talking about this show there are sooo many layers#and you get to look at sexy women whilst you do it#so itâs a win win#have people said Iâm over the top and love this show too much#silly again come on guys do better
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sincerely never gotten over anything in my life
#Iâm just sitting here pissy about this fucking crock pot#that these people I HATE left at my house#and itâs impacted me so much more than itâs impacted them#and I genuinely believe they donât know how much they upset me lmfao#(this is partially due to them being coke heads with no awareness and arrested development)#(but also due to it not being that big of a deal. really)#(except itâs a big deal to me)#(and no one knows how important it was to me because I hung all my hopes on something that didnât pan out )#(and yes they did ruin it for me. but not on purpose. but does that make it better?)#anyways Iâm not fucking washing their crock pot and in fact#I may throw it away#I also hate them for unrelated reasons#due to Previous Experiences#even though this is the first time I actually met them#BUT REALLY. THEY LEFT THEIR CROCKPOT HERE IN DECEMBER AND ITâS NOW JANUARY#AND STILL IT SITS ON MY PATIOâŠ..
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Do ppl genuinely think jinx blew up the council for the liberation of zaun
#actually I need to rewatch bc from what I remember#jinxâs ideals are making silco happy like I donât see her actually upset about what ppl are going through or wanting real change or whatever#like i think sheâll def be some sort of hope to some ppl of zaun due to the action#but like. that was pure malice that wasnât Justice for zaun#she killed powder for killing her family the first time and she killed the council for killing silco#Bc jinx couldnât have done it since sheâs perfect silco said so#and this isnât a violence isnât the answer thing NO#i think ekko should blow up the council too and I hate that heâs hanging with that rat#heimerdinger and cailtyn are the same to me theyâre both annoying#stay away from zaunites ty#youâve done ENOUGH#the audacity to argue with ekko about who enforcers are#âthe Ppl dont want my help :(â ok kys. ez#Uhm anyways thatâs very subjective and again Iâm biased against piltover theyâre literally nothing new to me#point is I donât think jinx is the revolutionary some of yâall tout her to be#i know itâs scary but if u want that ur gonna have to focus on a black character outside his white potential LI#I KNOW I KNOW! itâs new to you itâs hard you canât see him as anything besides smth ur fave reacts to#but if u want the person protecting zaunites as best as they can bc they love zaun itself#Ur gonna have to look past the sad white girl#difference between jinx and ekko is oppression shaping a rebellious personality vs the choice to rebel and do better for your people#not in a theory vs praxis way but in whoâs actually concerned with others welfare and how zaun will move forward#while ekko is willing to use violence for his cause heâs more worried about keeping his own ppl safe which could potentially set him down#the road vander went - as opposed to vi who was like. traumatized into working with pilties this soon#Itâd be a slow road for him. but also take into account he saw vander go down that path before and if itâs one thing heâs good at itâs#learning from the past. bring in how the silco and vander wonât repeat itself bc jinx whoâs angrier at piltover and life in general than she#is hopeful for zaun might have to be forced to gain that compassion once interpersonally interacting with zaunites some who may genuinely#look up to her as a leader as opposed to local drug lords lapdog is gonna have to buck up and take responsibility#obvi vi and powder are vander silco foils duh but the way Iâm thinking ekko and jinx could potentially be#wait for it#what couldve been
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you know until relatively recently i thought i'm at least like.. noticeably above average appearance-wise, i took it basically as a given since i was a little kid. but then i realized i'm actually ugly as fuck and nobody would ever pay any attention to me or find me good-looking or hot or whatever and i will be alone forever and die alone. so.
#iso.txt#vent post#obviously not posting a picture of myself so this is a pointless post. but it's better this way#i like the fact that lots of people here pay attention to me and it's because i'm smart and funny and say interesting things#every few days i realize this and start crying about it like some kind of idiot. i should get plastic surgery to fix all this but idek what#i told two of my friends about this and they gave me some nonsense about society and so on so thats basically confirmation lmfao#like if someone who is conventionally attractive asked you that you would Not fucking say that.#also some bs about how maybe nobody ever expressed any interest in me bc they don't think they'd have a chance. riiiiight lmfao#ik it's so superficial but i hate all of my features so much me being born was a mistake#i know that the fact that BASICALLY NOBODY EVER TRIES TO TALK TO ME is an indicator of that anyway#it just actually hurts like. i hope it's just bc where i live i'm not good at the language but maybe that's just cope#i just don't get it. i'm always better dressed than the majority of people in my classes. in my opinion.#like being presentable and shit matters doesn't it#maybe it's just that i sit in the front row and nobody there talks to anyone bc we actually want to take notes#i do have 'friends' but i don't get it. i don't get it how do you just 'meet people' who would ever pay attention to me.#the number of times i talked to someone who i wasn't introduced to by someone else is TINY#it's so unfair bc i'm like smart and funny and so on#sometimes if i squint im like well *i* think i'm kind of good looking. but LITERALLY NOBODY ELSE does#people only say that when they're trying to be nice.#now i'm thinking this type of post is going to make ppl think i post like a girl again and it's making me more upset but whatever idc idc#at best i'm 'cute.' people call me that a lot. i'm cute like a little kid is cute. i'd never be anything else to them.#i know it 'doesn't actually matter' but maybe it matters TO ME#basically any time i look in the mirror im reminded of all the reasons i ever wanted to kms
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Yall ever think about how much is passed down between children that adults may be completely oblivious to.
Which goes for positive and negative things.
Like games that an older child taught to a younger one, who then taught it to another child below them the next year. There's plenty of stuff I remember doing that no adult ever taught me.
But that also goes for the bad parts of being young like bullying.
It's why it would be so hard to stop the cycle of bullying altogether. A 5th grader treats the 4th graders like they're all babies and they need to stop doing certain things and act a certain way, and the 4th graders don't like it but they internalize it so they end up doing the same thing to class below them a year later. Or high school seniors treating freshman like absolute dogshit just for being freshman, and they hate it so much but by the time they become seniors they think they've earned the right to do the same thing to the younger kids. So it repeats indefinitely.
And it's not even necessarily something that adults can intervene in if they don't know it's happening. They can give all the bullying PSAs they want and maybe they'll catch one individual act and punish it, but you would have to convince multiple generations of students to drop this behavior in order for it to truly disappear.
#we had something kind of like this at the high school i graduated from#it was a 3 year school but you had to apply to get in and you could only enter as a sophomore or a junior#most people entered as sophomores and there were not a whole lot of incoming juniors cause they already had students from the previous year#but i entered as a junior simply because i didnt know that it was an option when i was going into my sophomore year#well the 'returning' students all treating the 'incoming' students like they were just dirt beneath their feet and didnt belong there#and i had a few people be nice to me at first but ultimately i ended up being friends only with sophomores or other incoming juniors#which i was kind of fine with cause there werent a lot of people in my class that even looked like someone i would like anyway#but it was ridiculous when i entered my senior year and i watched all the same people who hated being treated like shit the previous#year start doing the exact same stuff to the new students. i tried my best to not fall into the mindset but i was also too meek to call it#out in the people around me at the time. but it ended up becoming a whole issue when we got close to graduation#see they had originally only allowed juniors to the school. and the school colors were blue and green. but like UGLY blue and green.#and the graduation gowns were blue with an ugly ass green stole. well when they started allowing sophomores they gave the 3rd yr garduates a#white stole to differentiate them. which was only a handful at first. until eventually it turned into mostly white stoles with a few green.#well the administration finally agreed that the green stoles were ugly as fuck the year the i graduated and decided to give everyone a white#stole but with little green chevrons denoted the number of years you attended so you either had 2 arrows or 3 arrows#for some reason! the entitled fucking 3rd year seniors decided this was an affront to their very existence and make a huge fucking deal#about it. we ended up having a whole class meeting over it. one girl even said that her mom was upset by it because 'she sent her daughter#away so young' (literally only 1 year before us but whatever..) and i ended up chiming in at one point because i couldnt take it anymore#and i explained how nobody in the room was my friend because the returning students were rude to me. they acted like they were better than#every one else. they treated us like we didnt belong there. and its not my fault that i didnt even know the school existed 1 year earlier.#and the whole room just got silent and the admins were like 'oh i see. we werent aware that this was going on'#like it was literally 'tradition' to treat new students like shit and the adults in charge just had no fucking idea#anyway i really hope things changed after that probably not but i can only hope.
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she chose me
Summary:Â Steve's hopes get crushed when he wrongly assumes you'd choose him over Bucky.
Pairing:Â Bucky Barnes x agent!female reader
Warnings: 18+, no condom (but f is on birth control), teasing, pet names, jealousy, sergeant + sir + daddy kÏnk, vibranium arm kÏnk, language, degrading, praising, no mention of y/n etc.
Word Count:Â 6.9K
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A/N:Â I really hope youâll enjoy it! This was inspired by the "She chose me." TikTok trend.
Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!
Youâre all quiet, watching the back and forth between Cap and Bucky. Not even Sam intervenes.
âYou didnât-â
âThis is just not gonna work, Buck.â
Bucky rolls his eyes, with an expression you like to describe as bitchy. Heâs so sassy without even intending to, and you wonder how bitchier heâd be if this wasnât his best friend talking.
âLetâs see if people agree.â
He looks around waving at you and the rest of the team while Sam just snorts, covering his mouth with his hand.
But youâre not amused because you have no idea how to handle this diplomatically.
âWhose side are you on?â Steveâs tone is deep and authoritative, making you feel a little uneasy.
You donât know how to talk to Avengers sometimes. You are on friendly terms, even when you train. Sam always cracks jokes, Steve shares stories and gives advice, and Bucky is Bucky. Nat and Sam call him The Machine for a reason. But heâs a really good professor and an even better observer. He pays attention to every recruit and remembers what they need to work on. You find him extra intimidating because heâs also the most beautiful man youâve ever seen. No exaggeration. And itâs not in the usual clean and golden boy way you are used to, anyway. Heâs been through shit and itâs showing in the way he carries himself and doesnât talk much when itâs not needed.
But you pay attention too, and this is why you think you were chosen to lead the recruits for this mission. You are on good terms with the Avengers, and Bucky probably approved the idea of working with you because you didnât piss him off like most do. You know he hates chit chat, you learned how to read most of his stares and to not take it personally when he makes remarks about your fighting skills. Theyâre not your strongest asset, but you have a flair and you come up with the best solutions under pressure. You managed to pin him down once for a few seconds, and that is probably your greatest achievement.
But in moments like this, you donât know how to say things without upsetting one side.
âYou wonât get in trouble, donât worry,â Bucky adds confidently. Youâre not surprised when four out of your six colleagues agree with Bucky. They explain quickly why, emphasizing how much faster and efficient it would be if you followed that route, but their voices are still trembling. And you get it. Telling Captain America to his face you prefer his best friendâs plan over his will always be a risk. But if he gets mad, that says more about him as a leader than about anyone else.
Sam raises his hands in the air defensively, probably enjoying this as a show, but based on the looks he shares with Bucky, it seems like he agrees with him too.
You try to find your words, knowing youâre the last one from your team to speak, but before you can even open your mouth, Steve already smiles, pointing at you with his index finger. âLook at this, though! She agrees with me⊠She chose me.â
His grin is cold and a little arrogant. What you donât notice, though, is the intention Steve had when he decided to use those exact words, but Bucky does. And he clenches his jaw at the same time his vibranium hand curls into a fist; a silent response to the not-so-innocent assumption that Steve made.
After a few seconds, Bucky leans in, his gaze steady and confident. âDid she?â
There is no way you would pick Steveâs plan. You are too smart and you have too much integrity to pick his side just to kiss his ass. He raises an eyebrow at you this time, a confident smirk forming on his lips. âDid you really choose him? You really think his plan would work better, doll?â
You feel surrounded by Bucky⊠attacked even. Your cheeks are getting hotter, too, and you know there is nothing you can do to hide your redness. Doll⊠He called you that when he turned you again on your back the day you managed to pin him down. Itâs something about the way he says it that makes it absolutely deadly. Your first instinct was to be offended, but you reminded yourself he is a man born in 1917. He lived his twenties in the 40s, and doll was used as slang for sweetheart.
Taking a deep breath, you tilt your head slightly, directing your response to Steve. âItâs not about choosing sides, but considering all perspectives for the best outcome. And your plan, Captain, has its strengths, but Iâm inclined to agree with Sergeant Bucky.â You bite your lip. âItâs about finding the most effective strategy for the mission, not a personal preference of any kind.â
Steveâs smile falls off, but your attention shifts back to Buckyâs grin that lightens up his face.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
âWell, then,â Steve sighs. âCan I have a word with you in private?â
You donât realize heâs speaking to you until he says your name.
Surprised, you jump. âYes, of course.â
*
Steve leans back in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips as you write down the last details. âYou know, I value your insights on the mission.â
You look surprised because how can he value your opinion when this is your second mission only? Heâs Captain America!
âOh?â
âI trust your judgment, and your training is going great. If you and the team chose Buckyâs plan, then we do it.â You see his jaw clench, though, so you know itâs not easy for him to say it. Even if itâs his friend⊠interesting. âMaybe, when all is over, we could grab a cup of coffee and talk about other things. What do you think?â
Youâre silent for a couple of seconds, trying to realize if he means it in the way you think he is. There is no way, right?
Just in case, you offer him a friendly smile, âThanks, Cap! I value our teamwork too. Coffee sounds great after. It could be a good way for all of us to unwind as a team.â
He nods, sighing. âIâm glad youâre on board. Iâm looking forward to that coffee, even if itâs with the whole team. And please, call me Steve.â
So he was flirtingâŠ
âThank you,â you pause as you stand up. âIâm gonna talk with Sergeant Barnes so we can get things ready for tomorrow. Have a good night, Steve!â
*
You knock only three times before the door opens and a Bucky dressed in shorts and a white tank top lets you in with a smirk.
âSergeant Barnes,â you nod as you take a step inside his bedroom. He only stays here before and after missions when he is too tired to go to his apartment, so you donât expect to see any personal objects there except for a few clothes.
âWhat happened to Bucky?â
You look at him surprised, tightening your hold on the tablet you are holding.
What?
âSir?â
Bucky closes his eyes for a second. âEarlier, during the meeting, you called me Sergeant Bucky.â
Shit!
Maybe you should start calling him Sergeant Barnes in your head as well to avoid these fucks up. You feel so embarrassed that you want to disappear. You donât want him to think you disrespect him in any way. His rank carries a lot of weight and trauma.
You clear your throat, slightly flustered. âMy apologies, Sergeant Barnes. It wonât happen again, sir.â You offer him an apologetic smile while trying very hard to maintain a professional tone.
Buckyâs smirk softens as he places his flesh hand on your shoulder. You feel your legs transforming into jelly.
âMy point was, doll, there is no need to be so formal. Weâre off-duty here, and titles arenât necessary. Just call me Bucky.â
âAlright, Bucky,â you smile. âIâm sorry for bothering you, but I came to discuss the plan for tomorrow. I talked to Steve and we agreed it would be wise for you to lead the way as Mr. Wilson-â
âSteve?â Bucky interrupts before you can finish your sentence. He doesnât even bother to look at your tablet, either.
âYes, we talked in the office.â
âNo, I get that. But you call him Steve? What happened to Cap?â Bucky knows that might sound really childish, but he canât help it. What is Steve trying to do?
Was it some kind of test? Did you misunderstand everything with Steve?
âOh, Cap allowed me to call him Steve earlier. I am sorry if it sounded disrespectful.â
He squeezes your shoulder even before moving his hand to your chin, raising your face, and you feel yourself blushing again.
The blue of his eyes is so intense that you canât see how anyone would be able to survive it.
âYou apologize too much, doll. I donât like it.â
You canât breathe. âSor-â You pause, realizing he is right. Apologizing is second nature to you. It feels wrong when you donât, and you do it without even thinking about it. âI guess I do that a lot. Iâll work on it, Bucky.â
âIâm not your teacher right now, doll.â He smiles, letting go of your chin. âJust remember, weâre not all about formalities here. Relax a bit.â
Easier said than done. But you need to keep it together and ignore the urge to grab his face and finally kiss him. So you focus on talking about the mission and the members of the team. You talk about all of your colleagues, and Bucky helps you take notes. He switched so easily from friendly to the sergeant mode, which is fascinating.
He explains step by step your positions, the way things are gonna happen and even two back up plans. Two!
Youâre not overwhelmed by the amount of information, but youâre quite surprised by how much he talks and how well he answers every possible question any of you could have. You donât think youâve ever heard him speak for more than a few seconds continuously so you try to focus on every word.
Only when he finishes and you close your tablet after sending everyone the plan, do you see him relaxing again.
With a smirk, he asks you, âHow did Steve take it?â
âHe was fine with the plan, even suggested if we feel like doing it, to get one or two more members. But based on what you said, we wonât need it.â
âHe has a point, of course, but if you said you donât think you need it, good.â You try not to stare at his lips as he speaks, but itâs so hard. âAnd I meant how he took that you chose my plan. That you chose me.â
You meet Buckyâs gaze, trying to keep your composure, âSteve seemed more than okay with it from what I saw. He values the teamâs decision. Plus, itâs not about choosing sides, and-â
âAnd not a personal preference of any kind,â he interrupts just to quote you, and you donât know if you should feel flattered he remembers word by word or to prepare yourself for a negative reaction. To be honest, your head is spinning and him being so close makes it worse. âI heard you very well, but Iâm curiousâŠâ
He extends his hand and carefully tucks your hair behind your ears. You swear you can hear your own heartbeat going crazy. And if you do, so does he.
âAbout what?â
âWould the answer be different if it was about personal preferences, doll? Would you choose him?â
You freeze. You are simply in shock because this cannot happen to you. From Steve asking you out earlier to your crush basically doing this. Youâre confused and a little tired, but you didnât imagine all of this. Does Bucky want you? Is that it?
You take a deep breath praying you wonât choke on the words. âIn a hypothetical scenario based on personal preferences, Bucky, I would still not pick him.â
Your voice is trembling, but you maintain eye contact even after admitting it. You didnât choose Buckyâs plan because of your crush, so you shouldnât feel embarrassed or exposed. Heâs the one who let you call him Bucky, who touched you and asked you that. You donât know if he counts romance as a personal preference, but there is an urge inside you to find out. You wonder how heâd taste, if heâd kiss you back if you kissed him first, how your mission would be if you crossed the line. Your thoughts are foggy.
âSo youâd choose me.â
You clear your throat. âYes.â
âOver Captain America.â His grin is so boyish and cute that it makes you smile. He looks younger and less⊠burdened when he gets like this. Bucky chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes, âWell, well, well. Looks like I got someone not kissing Captain Americaâs ass for a change. Thatâs really rare. Youâre a naughty one, arenât you?â
You mask your gasp with a cough, deciding to play along, a sly grin forming on your face. âMaybe I just have a thing for underdogs.â
Buckyâs eyes light up with amusement to your annoyance but also excitement, and he leans in, taking the tablet from your hand and placing it on the floor without a care. âUnderdogs, huh? Ouch, that hurt a little. I thought I was your favorite super-soldier.â
You canât help but giggle, feeling enough encouragement from his reaction to touch his vibranium arm just to feel it. You got the chance to do it only for a couple of seconds and it always fascinated you, especially the golden pattern. The fact he can feel everything because itâs connected to his nerves is insane to you. It probably is to him too. âOh, you are. And my favorite teacher too. But a little competition never hurts, Sergeant Barnes.â
You can see he feigns offense. âCompetition, huh?â Buckyâs playfulness turns into a serious tone as he adds, âWell, let me show you why Iâm the only choice.â
And without warning, he closes the distance between you and kisses you.
You gasp, taken aback, but you bring your hands to his face and hip before you deepen the kiss. Heâs not as gentle as you expected, his left arm flying to your ass and bringing your hips closer to his immediately.
You moan when you feel his hard on so close to your pussy, and tug on his hair a little.
âArenât you a naughty girl?â He lowers his lips to your jaw. âI could basically smell how wet you got earlier as soon as I called you doll. And so did Steve.â
You want to open your eyes and tell him to stop talking about his friend. You donât want to be turned off, but he already continues.
âHe thought he stood a chance with my girl.â
âYour girl?â You whimper when his teeth graze your neck before his tongue licks on the spot. He intends to leave a mark, you have no doubt, and you absolutely love it.
âMine.â His whisper makes you shiver. âI want to mark you. The thought of having you covered in hickeys during the mission makes me so hard it almost hurts. Gonna show everyone you belong to me.â
âDo I belong to you, Sergeant Barnes?â You take a step back but let your hand linger on his chest teasingly. âBecause I donât remember you asking me to dinner.â
Bucky grins. âDinner is a classic move, and I adapted very well to the present. But of course I can stop with the kisses right now, and we can have some late dinner.â
You roll your eyes at his unbelievably good answer. Fucker!
âThis is not what I meant, Barnes, and you know it.â
âI donât know it. But I want to know something else.â
You donât even doubt he means something dirty because itâs too obvious.
âLike what?â
âLike how your pretty pussy tastes while you come all over my face.â
You gasp at the no-filter words. Youâre so used to Steveâs warning you to use proper language, that you did not expect it.
âI thought men your age were all about being proper and refined⊠Donât they teach subtlety in the 40s etiquette class or did you skip it?â
You tease him on purpose, and he knows it. You are well aware what a nerd he was in school. Such a nerd that it was displayed in the museum. You snort. You were a nerd too, so you love it.
Bucky chuckles, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he brings his hands to your pants, unzipping them without warning. Holy. Shit. The way you love this. He reads your body language very well and he has his super soldier senses.
âWell, doll, proper and refined went out the window with the 40s, right? Because otherwise youâd not be standing here letting me undress you.â
You raise your eyebrow, a mix of surprise and amusement on your face. His energy is so light, and he looks like a man without a worry in moments like this.
âYouâre the one who offered to show me what the little upgraded version of you can do, after all.â You take off your shoes before pulling down your pants as soon as he drags them to your ankles. You canât believe youâre about to fuck James Bucky Barnes! âWhy would I say no?â
âJust sit back and enjoy the ride, doll. Gonna make sure you have the time of your life.â
You snort, amused by his eagerness, and decide to take off your shirt yourself to see his reaction. And he doesnât disappoint.
He grins like a child, his hands flying straight to your back without taking his eyes off your chest. And before you know it, your bra is on the floor and Bucky cups your breasts, bringing your left tit to his mouth.
If you gasped when you felt the cold touch of the vibranium, now you moan loudly, enjoying the way he licks around your skin. He avoids your nipple on purpose, so you decide to take matters into your own hands quite literally and get a grab of the top of his hair, forcing him to suck on your nipple.
âFuck! I didnât expect you to be so whorish,â you say without realizing, and you feel his snort and breath on the wet patch he left with his tongue.
Buckyâs grin turns into a sly smirk. âThis is what you call whorish? I guess Iâll give you an experience you wonât ever forget.â
âTalk less, do more.â
You want to enjoy more of this. You have a mission in a few hours, and it might be just a one time thing anyway since he is Bucky Barnes. You donât want to get your hopes high.
Bucky lets go of your breast with a pop and moves up, raising your head so he can kiss you.
Itâs electrifying, and desperate, and not enough. You move your hands to the bottom hem of his tank top and lift it, interrupting the kiss so you can take it off completely. You just want to feel him, all of him.
You step back for a second, wanting to look at him properly, but you notice a change in his eyes that he, of course, tries to mask.
âWhy are you nervous? You look like a fucking god! I should be nervous here.â
Buckyâs eyes flicker with vulnerability.
âI guess Iâm not used to someone seeing my scars or my,â he waves toward his vibranium arm, and you frown.
âI will sound totally weird, but they all make you really cool, Serge.â You trace down a few scars when you see he is completely relaxed and continue. âDo I have to lick them all to make you believe me?â
You move your hands under his shorts before he can answer, though, finally touching his cock. You both moan at the feeling. Heâs hard and thick, and the head is wet. You bring your fingers to his lips, smearing some of the precome before leaning in to suck it off.
Youâre not prepared for his moan or for the way he attacks your mouth, and definitely not for him to snap your underwear using his flesh hand. Not even his vibranium one!
You moan into his mouth. He makes you feel like youâre floating and you need to fuck him right then.
âYouâre not just whorish, youâre a whore!â You pause when you feel his fingers close to your entrance. âNo wonder why you didnât belong in the 40s.â Then you move, allowing him to touch you. You donât realize what you said, and when you do, in the middle of dragging his shorts down, you curse yourself in your mind. It sounds like the most disrespectful thing ever. This manâs fate was changed by monsters who cryogenically freezing him and brainwashing him, and you are selfishly talking as if he belonged to you. âIâm sorry that was awful of-â But he interrupts you before you can get a chance to properly apologize.
âYou like that, donât you?â
A wave of shame surges through your body. Your cheeks are burning.
âIâm really sorry,â you take your hands off his shorts and look away, not even peaking at his cock. You ruined it, didnât you? âI will just go.â
Bucky shakes his head, puffing. âFor such an amazing agent, youâre not a good room reader, are you?â
Your eyes finally drop to his cock, which youâve been trying to avoid in the last minute out of shame, but thereâs no need anymore since heâs teasing you. Heâs just a bit longer than average, and heâs really thick, and the veins do not make it ugly at all. You are curious how itâd feel in your hand, how much itâd twitch, how Bucky would moan.
âYou arenât a good room reader, either then, Barnes, since Iâm not getting dicked down and my hair pulled, am I?â
Something snaps in him, and itâs visible in his eyes. You donât know what to expect so you just watch him. But you canât. He is so quick that, despite your crazy training, you donât anticipate his move. His hand wraps around the hair from your nape and fists it hard enough for you to move along with him.
âWanna be dicked down? Fine by me, get on your hands and knees.â
Youâre surprised, of course you are, but his tone is firm and you find yourself nodding and doing what he told you. You know you can say no; there is nothing in Buckyâs energy that makes you feel unsafe or as if you have no choice.
At the same time, he lets go of your hair just so he can take off his shorts completely.
âAre you not gonna make sure Iâm wet enough for you?â You ask when you see him getting closer to you again, even though you are very wet. You just want to push his buttons.
âI can smell you if I focus on it, let me remind you.â He smiles. âI know youâre soaked, and you wanna be dicked down. Or are you backing off?â
Challenging prick!
You roll your eyes. âIâm not scared of your dick.â
âGood, because he wants to be friends with you.â
You close your eyes, cringing. âGod, you were this close to turning me off.â You raise your hand in the air, putting your weight on the left one as you bring your thumb and index finger close to each other to show him exactly what a thin line this was.
Bucky laughs, shaking his head. âDonât worry, Iâm gonna make you forget it in a second.â
Your first instinct is to want to tease him about the second remark, to ask him if this is how long he can last, but youâre too horny now. And you also need rest for the mission tomorrow.
âHow, uhâŠâ You pause not knowing how to ask this properly. âCan you, uh, make babies?â You cringe at your words. âI mean, widows canât⊠and I just wanted to know if we need a condom to be extra careful since you might be extra fertile because I am on the pill and I have no idea how sex with a super sold-â
Buckyâs lips press against yours suddenly, making you stop talking.
âBreathe.â
âIâm breathing,â you whisper and he cups your face.
âNot enough. We can use a condom if you want, but Iâll need to check where I can find one. Or we can go bare if you trust me⊠I can pull out and you are already protected, so there shouldnât be a problem, I think.â He pauses to kiss your lips again. âBut we can still use a condom anyway to be extra careful as you said.â
You frown at that, suddenly more desperate to feel him bare than ever before.
âNo, I trust you. I have never done it without a condom before, and I assume you didnât have much time to uh⊠have sex.â
Bucky snorts amused. âNow why do you assume that?â
âYou look like you havenât been fucked since 1945.â
The fact he doesnât even deny it makes you feel even bolder, so you reach for his cock and place your thumb on his wet head while wrapping the rest of your hand around the length. âAre you gonna even last for a second once youâre inside me, Sergeant Barnes?â You snort when you see him trying to hold back his moan by biting his lip. It makes you feel happy. âOr do you even manage to get inside me before- ahh!â He is predictable this time as he pulls your hair, so you laugh.
âAre you familiar with this whole red, yellow, green color code?â
You gasp. âYes, read about it, never needed it. But how do you know that?â
âI read about it, too.â His grin is so wide and beautiful that you melt again.
âQuite naughty of you, Serge. Reading dirty books. Needed some ideas?â
Bucky smirks, kissing you again and again. âGonna need a review after I finish with you.â
âYou finishing with me?â You smile. âBig words, Barnes, but no action.â
He knows you challenge him, and you donât try to hide it. Do you have to beg for his cock for him to finally fuck you? He is edging you on purpose at this point.
You let out a whimper in anticipation when he moves behind you.
âAre you sure youâre fine with no condom?â
âIhm, Iâm not ovulating anyway,â you whisper, trying not to sound too eager. But you are. You want to get dicked down, indeed. And you wanted it for months.
His silence makes you a bit nervous, but the sounds of him dropping to his knees behind you, followed by his hand grabbing his cock and positioning it at your entrance while squeezing your hip with the metal arm.
You love the sensation of the coldness, but you love even more when he leans in to kiss your back before he pushes inside you.
It takes two tries, though, for him to be able to push halfway inside you because you kept pushing his dick out of you instantly. You managed to take him only when he brought his fingers to your clit and rubbed a bit.
You still laughed though because the sounds were too funny and his little frustrated whimpers were hilarious. The amusement turns quickly into more horniness when you feel him stretching you without even being fully inside you. You dreamed and daydreamed about it⊠fantasized about it, but it still wasnât even close to how it actually feels. How full it feels. Itâs like you cannot even think, your body is weak.
âFuck,â your voice is cracking. âDeeper.â
âYouâre so fucking tight,â he whispers.
âSo?â You bring your hand to his ass, trying to show him you really need it deeper. âWhy do you make it sound like a bad thing? Or are you trying not to come, Mr. Super Soldier?â
âYou have quite a mouth on you, I think you need it-â
âYou talk way too much. Are you nervous or-â Itâs his turn to interrupt you with a thrust. Such a deep thrust your head is spinning. Heâs not fully inside you, you realize, but he doesnât try to, instead, he starts to fuck you, taking your breath away. His fingers leave your clit, grabbing your hips with both hands.
There is no question anymore, just fucking as you wanted.
And it feels like heaven. You try to keep your eyes open just so you look at him over your shoulder, but itâs impossible.
âCat got your tongue?â
You groan. âNo, you did, n-now fuck me harder.â
âWell, well,â he slows down and you almost wanna die. âThis is not how you talk to your Sergeant, is it?â
He canât do this!
âFuck you!â
âWhat does my baby want?â His thrusts are too slow and teasing, just like his voice. âUse your words, beg for it.â
Youâre not turned off, surprisingly. Not at all, on the contrary, the firm tone he uses, the words⊠youâre getting hornier, if that is even possible.
âI love your cock, Sergeant, so please give it to me. Fuck me harder and faster. Need you to pull my hair, and choke me, and⊠be rough.â You would be embarrassed if you werenât so desperate. You know he wouldnât make fun of you for this, so you trust him.
âOnly mine.â You take a deep breath relieved when you feel his right hand wrap around your hair. âDo you hear me? Answer me.â
You nod, unable to say anything because he starts to thrust hard and fast, just like he did before he stopped. Your tits are jumping at the impact, and you have to dig your toes into the floor.
âUse your words. If you want my,â he moans. âIf you want my cock and my hand wrapped around your neck, you have to use your big girl words. Tell me youâre only mine.â
You canât hold back your tears this time. You love it so much, you canât believe you waited so long to have him.
âOnly yours.â
âNo Steve.â
He lets go of your hair, wrapping his hand around your neck. No pressure, not moving it, heâs just holding it there.
âThereâs n-no Steve, Sergeant. Only you. My pussy belongs to you. I o-only want to get filled by you.â
You know heâs smiling without needing to look at him.
âYou love your Sergeantâs cock, donât you?â You have no idea how heâs able to speak while thrusting so hard. Heâs a fucking robot, indeed. âNo one else could give you this, no matter how much they tried.â
You feel the building in your core. Youâre so, so close already, so you try to place your weight on only one hand and bring the other to cover his, and before he can say something, you encourage him to choke you by pressing his fingers on the sides of your neck.
You moan so loudly you surprise even yourself. You sound like a cat.
âPlease, sergeant, please, choke me.â You repeat your move and you close your eyes. âPlease, daddy, Iâm so c-close.â
He pauses for a second, and you donât know why.
Before you can ask whatâs wrong, he doesnât just start to thrust inside you again, he dicks you down just the way you wanted. Itâs as if he fucks the air out of your lungs every time you exhale. Youâre crying and screaming at this point, so loud the whole floor must hear you. But youâre not ashamed. You feel so close you can almost taste it.
You barely hear his whimpers, but theyâre there and theyâre so beautiful.
You get no warning when he decides to squeeze the sides of your neck: gently at first, but then? Perfect. So perfect you come without warning, not being able to even say his name. You just scream some nonsense, your hand dropping from his to the floor so you can ground yourself properly. Your whole body is burning, and burning, and burning, coming alive for what feels like an eternity.
He doesnât wait even for a second after you come down from your orgasm. Instead, he gets his dick out of you, grabbing you by your ass and raising you in his arms. Still weak, you barely have the strength to wrap your legs around his waist and your hands around his neck. Heâs sweaty but not that hot. His metal arm is making you cool down.
âDaddyâs gonna take good care of you.â His lips find your forehead and you fight the urge to kiss his neck. You feel so small in his arms⊠and as if no one can hurt you.
Youâre smiling like a fool when your back hits his bed, and so is he. Such a beautiful, blinding smile.
You let him spread your legs before you drag his face down so you can kiss him. You bite his lip hard until he opens his mouth, moaning when you feel him entering you again. This time, youâre relaxed so he thrusts inside you so much easier.
âGonna make you come again around your daddyâs cock..â
His hands wrap your legs around his ass when he starts to thrust again.
âYouâre quite⊠into it, Sergeant Barnes. So dirty!â
He gently grabs your jaw. âTongue out.â
You do it, opening your mouth and waiting, and waiting until you finally understand what heâs about to do.
Instead of being grossed out, as you expected, you eagerly swallow the saliva that he lets drip from his mouth, which lands on your tongue.
You bat your eyes as you start to move your hips to meet his thrusts halfway, and that sends him into a frenzy.
âFucking hell, you donât want to sleep tonight, do you?â He asks sarcastically, but you donât have enough air to tease him with a stamina comment. âYou want me to make you scream and swallow my spit and come till we have to go to that fucking mission. Till your beloved Steve needs to come to us himself and hear us covered in come but still fucking.â You moan at the idea of your teammates finding out about this. You get awful comments anyway; at least you can get him for real and rub it in their faces. âYou would like that, wouldnât ya? Having all my undivided attention on you, not caring that my best friend is madâŠâ The thrusts are so deep that your head falls on the pillow instantly. You cannot keep your eyes open for even a second and youâre crying again. âNot caring my pal wanted you so badly he even tried to take you out tonight.â
âSergeant-â
Thrust after thrust. You grab his forearm as tightly as you can so you can have something to hold onto.
âHe thought he could have you, that youâd choose him. Come on, love. Come on, scream my name, let them hear. Let them all hear whose cock you cry for. Who is the one you belong to.â His balls slap against your skin so hard they tickle you. But not even that can distract you from almost reaching your orgasm. His words, his cock, his possessivenessâŠ
âSergeant, please. No one but you, can I⊠c-can I touch my clit? Iâm so, so close.â
You donât have to, though, because he is quick enough to bring his flesh hand between your bodies and rub your clit just the way you need it.
âF-fuck, coming,â you manage to warn him before the pleasure hits you. Itâs so overwhelming you see white, digging your nails into his forearm.
You donât know what you call him⊠daddy, Bucky or sergeant, but it doesnât matter. You hear his praise, how youâre his good girl, and his words encouraging you to come for him.
When you can focus again, you kiss him with everything you have.
âNeed you to come for me, Sergeant Barnes,â you whisper between kisses. âNeed you to come inside me, need you to fill me up with your come, sir.â
He hisses loudly, his eyes being more grey than blue.
âDonât tease me.â
âI mean it,â you make eye contact, wrapping your legs tighter around him. âNot the heat of the moment. I need your come, daddy. Iâm on birth-â
He kisses you so hard your teeth end up hitting, but you donât care. This is everything.
âGonna come, gonna give you what you want. Gonna make you my come s-slut. Is that what you needed?â
âYes, yes.â Youâre so excited to watch him finish you donât even realize how much you like being called his come slut until he says it again. âCome on, Sergeant, come for me.â
After you say that, it only takes him two more thrusts to finish, moaning your name.
His eyes close, and you notice how pretty his eyelashes are. And the little moles on his face⊠his mouth semi-open and his hair in all directions.
You want to witness this every day.
Before you can stop yourself, you lean in to kiss his nose and cheeks, letting your hips move at the same time.
âC-canât⊠doesnât stop,â he manages to groan, and you bring your hand to his nape, caressing his hair as he rides out his orgasm.
When he finally finishes, though, his head falls on top of your breasts, his mouth finding your nipple and playing with it before sucking it fully into his mouth.
âEasy, Bucky,â you moan, but he keeps going, though.
You have to pull his hair, to make him stop.
âDonât get me wrong, I love it, but I need to uh⊠Iâm tired.â
Youâre back to your shy self. But his smile still makes you feel so relaxed.
âGot you tired, huh?â He winks, giving your breasts a kiss before pressing his lips against yours. âFuck, Iâve never been so aroused in my entire life. Wonât even mention how happy I am.â
âMe neither,â you whisper.
âWell, we need to get used to it.â
You laugh so happily that you think your chest will explode. Itâs surreal.
âYou owe me that dinner after all.â
âA million dinners.â
You roll your eyes playfully. âTrying to charm me?â
He pecks you one more time before getting out of you with a whimper.
âIâve already done it.â
Itâs weird to be empty like this again, but seeing your come and wetness on his pubic hair or dripping out of your pussy just to soak the sheets beneath you distracts you. You made a mess.
âWe need to clean this.â
âDonât worry about it,â he says distractedly as he uses his index finger to push some come back inside you. Jesus! âThis is the hottest thing Iâve ever seen.â
You smile. âYouâre a whore.â
âYour whore.â He slowly gets out of bed, grabbing his shorts from the floor.
âWant me to go?â You ask all of a sudden, gaining a confused look from him.
âWhy would I want that? Unless you do, of courseâŠâ He runs a hand through his hair, trying to fix it a little. âBut I want you to stay.â
âSaw you dressing.â You bring your knees up just to put your chin on top of them. You feel extra shy.
He smiles. âJust gonna get you some water. I donât want you dehydrated.â
*
Bucky knew Steve was in the kitchen as soon as he went down the stairs. He smiles casually, not giving him a second look as he goes straight to the fridge. Itâs not like he hasnât seen him in shorts or shirtless before, and Bucky knows he knew exactly what happened upstairs.
âCanât sleep?â Steveâs tone is so obvious Bucky almost laughs.
âNot sleepy yet. What about you? Youâre alright, punk?â
âYeah,â he says, taking a sip from his own glass of water; his hands tightly wrapped around the glass.
âStill mad about earlier? You know Iâm right.â
Steve shakes his head. âNo, itâs all good.â
Bucky sighs dramatically. He loves Steve, he is his brother, but sometimes he is so annoying.
âWell, try to get some sleep. I suggest you wear some earplugs or something, though,â Bucky suggests casually, taking a whole bottle of water. âWe wouldnât want you too sleepy tomorrow. And the night is young.â He even winks at Steve, making him clear his throat.
âBuckâŠâ
âNot a super soldier perk, I know, but you understand, right?â The smirk he suddenly gives Steve is almost sinister. âShe chose me after all, and I gotta let her test-drive me. Have a good night!â
Even though he turns around, Bucky doesnât miss the way Steveâs hold gets so tight that his glass almost breaks.
Bucky doesnât regret it. He had it coming when he thought youâd choose him.
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Tim and Danny are half-siblings
Champagne glasses shine in the light like jewelry on peopleâs wrists and necks and cuff links and literally anywhere else someone can fit. Honestly itâs giving Tim a headache.
Thankfully he wasnât the only one suffering at this pointless gala. Not that the fundraiser for homeless kids in the city is pointless, but did they really need to throw an expensive party?
âYou okay, Timmy? Youâve sighed like four times now,â Dick comments on the comms they all have in.
âYea, I just-â
âMr. Drake! How nice it is to see you again. Have you met my son, Daniel?â
Tim turns to find Vlad Masters, CEO of dalvco, dragging along a teen who looked like he would rather be anywhere else but here. The boy, Daniel, glares at the hand holding him by the arm.
âItâs Danny,â like it was the hundredth time saying the phrase.
Masters pretends he doesnât hear it.
Tim is already working on how to get out of this conversation. Heâs dealt with too many parents pushing their kids in his direction tonight.
He throws on a smile anyway and holds out his hand for a shake.
âTim Drake-Wayne, nice to meet you, Danny.â
Danny hesitates for a second and it results in a tightening of the jaw and subtle glance to where he was glaring before as if Masters just tightened his grip on the teen. Tim says nothing about the awkward pause.
Danny shifts his weight to subtly step on Masters polish shoes, drawing the attention of the man and allowing Danny to slip a piece of paper into the handshake. Tim raises his eyebrows for Danny to see before falling back to pleasant neutral. He tucks the note into his pocket casually.
âSame.â
Timâs smile becomes a bit more genuine at the teenage behavior.
âNow then,â Masters jumps in after getting himself situated, âI had been meaning to make an appointment with you, but every time I call you are always busy.â
Tim knew this was coming.
âIâm not receiving any calls about the Drake name, Mr. Masters, as you are well aware.â
âYou would think that as a young businessman you would look to someone with more experience.â
He really wasnât being subtle at all, was he?
âI wonder how Bruce would react if he heard you,â Tim warns even though he knows full well Bruce can actively hear the conversation. He turns to Danny while Masters is recovering from that reminder. âOur newest adoptee is about your age. Duke Thomas. He should be around here somewhere if you want to exchange numbers.â
Danny opens his mouth to reply, but is cut off. Mastersâ hand goes from clenching the teenâs arm to squeezing his shoulder in what appears to be a warning.
âOh no, I forgot to mention, Danielâs entire family and his friends, along with an unfortunate teacher, all died recently in a terrible accident. I was given custody of the poor boy, of course. Heâs like the son I never had. Anyway, we wouldnât want to upset him by replacing what he recently lost, would we? He needs his space to grieve.â
The condescension with the insensitive wording left Tim speechless for a moment, and with the silence over the comms so were everyone else listening.
Tim finds Danny glaring down at the floor with clenched fists. The teen rips himself away from Masters, and when the man tries to chastise him, he turns and stares the man down with such a hateful expression that Tim had to keep from tensing. He had seen too many of those looks in the field, usually on the faces of those he was fighting.
Whatever silent conversation that was happening between the two was ended with Danny grinding his teeth and running away to what looks to be the direction of the restrooms.
âSo sorry about him,â Masters apologizes like it wasnât his fault Danny almost committed a crime. âHeâs a bit sensitive right now. I honestly had hoped he would feel better after getting out of the house.â
Masters sighs almost theatrically, âEnough of that. Here is my business card for when you finally decide to-â
Tim walked away before he could finish.
Itâs in the bathroom that he finds Duke talking to the door of one of the stalls. They make eye contact but all thatâs there is concern and confusion. Danny wasnât talking.
âHey, Danny, right? How you holding up? That was kinda rough, huh?â Tim tries.
Silence. Then, âDid you read my note?â He hears come from the other side, small and thin.
Right. The note. Tim pulls it out of his pocket quickly.
âYea, yea, I read your note,â he lies as heâs quietly unfolding said note. âItâs just, you know⊠oh.â
Duke raises his brows in surprise at Timâs sudden change in tone and expression. Tim couldnât even guess what his face was doing but it was the least of his worries. The younger leans in to read over his shoulder.
âOh,â agrees Duke.
I think we are half-siblings. Please help me take him down. Iâll send DNA if you need it. It canât wait.
Oh indeed.
âWhat does âohâ mean?â Dick suddenly asks over the comms which Tim forgot were still in. âGuys, seriously, do I need to come in there?â
âNo,â Tim answers quickly only to realize that Danny can hear it too. âDuke, can you cover the door?â
âSure, man.â
Tim takes a deep breath and shoves his emotions way down. Danny was already upset and obviously trusting Tim with this, he needed to be a solid support that his little brother this teen can lean on.
It could also be a trap.
âDanny, can you come out please?â
There was hesitation in the air, but he finally hears the click of the lock and the door swings open. The poor kid was holding himself tightly and shrinking into himself, afraid of Timâs reaction.
âDanny,â he says gently. Danny still flinches. âWhy do you think weâre half-siblings?â
He lets the teen chew on his lip for a few moments before he has to repeat himself.
âI was going through my parentâs stuff,â Danny rushes out, âlike paperwork and stuff⊠I found a box pushed way back with letters. At first I thought they were my parentsâ old love letters, but it wasnât my dadâs handwriting even though he signed it âJackâ. There was also a picture of my mom and your dad together on an excavation site. The date on the back made a lot of sense because when you add nine months, thatâs my birthday.â
Danny looked at Tim with such a lost expression that Tim felt a bit lost himself.
âI never would have thought my dad would cheat on my mom. He was too afraid of what would happen if he did, I thought,â Tim says, leaning into it a little.
âRight? I never thought my mom would, my parents were infatuated with each other, but maybe they were having problems at the time? I donât know, I didnât actually read the letters.â
âCan I look through them?â
Danny blinks and then rubs the back of his neck anxiously.
âI mean, yea, but theyâre back at my parentâs house in Illinois. I would have to find a way to send them to you, but Vlad is kinda watching my every move at the moment so-â
âWhat if I went alone?â Tim jumps in the suggest. âI have enough money to go on a mini vacation. I could sneak in when everyoneâs asleep and find them.â
âHonestly I doubt itâs locked. You could just walk right in. If you donât mind the wasted gas, then okay, sure. Need the address?â
Tim respects the confidence and trust.
âNah, I got it, but I will still need that DNA sample.â
Danny swallows nervously.
âRight, um, what- what do you need? I donât know how this works.â
Tim nods and a smile to calm the teen down. His nervousness was definitely noted though.
âThatâs okay. Iâve done this plenty of times with women who claim their child is Bruceâs. Always ends the same.â
Funnily enough, Danny relaxes at the reassurance lined with warning.
âOh, thatâs good. Okay. Just tell me what you need. Can we do it right now?â
Danny glances at the door and Tim understands the rush.
âSure, come here,â Tim waves them over to the little sitting area. He pulls out his pocket knife with a mischievous smirk. âDonât tattle on me.â
Danny stares with a wide smile and even wider eyes. Itâs kinda funny how excited he is when most people would wonder why Tim was pulling a knife on them. Maybe they were brothers.
âWhoa, howâd you sneak that in? There was a whole metal detector and everything,â Danny fans.
âA true magician never reveals his tricks,â he smiles at Dannyâs pout.
âLame. You probably paid off one of the waiters or something.â
He actually planted it in one of the plants inside before the event even started, but the kid was close.
âOr something.â
âI always wanted one,â Danny murmurs wistfully.
âIâll get you one,â is out of his mouth before he knew it.
âWhat?â Danny jerks up in surprise. âNo, you donât have to do that. I wasnât expecting-â
âI know,â Tim cuts off the guilty ramblings. âI want to. You should have one.â
âAw, little Timmy is bonding with his brother,â Dick coos over the comms.
âWe donât know that for sure, Richard,â Damian reminds.
âHe sounds pretty legit to me,â Duke adds.
Tim ignores them for the most part.
âLift up your leg. Iâm just gonna give you a small cut on your calf to get some blood. Itâll be quick, okay?â
âOkay.â
Danny doesnât make a sound when metal meets skin and slices through. He presses down on the wound with his handkerchief to collect the blood. Of course that wasnât enough for him to cover all the bases, so he asked Danny to spit in his empty champagne glass, which the teen complied with zero complaints.
âIs that it?â Danny asks curiously.
âYep! Iâll run them down to the lab ASAP and compare against mine. Iâll let you know about the results when they come back. Let me get your phone number.â
Tim was quietly getting more hopeful with how cooperative Danny had been. He hands over his phone easily with a chirped âsure!â to also let Tim put in his number.
âWe have to be careful though. Vladâs been over my shoulder since I moved in. If he finds anything he doesnât like, it wonât be good,â Danny laughed it off like that was normal.
Tim had suspected a heavy hand with the shoulder squeezing earlier bordering on abuse with what and how he said what he did, but it was looking worse than his original hypothesis.
âDanny,â he says softly, like when he talks to a victim as Robin. Which might ring true here and Tim was already getting angry about the whole thing, if the abuse is real, he might fly off the handle and Kon will be forced to reign him back in. âDo you want to tell me about Masters?â
Danny immediately goes on the defensive, looking around the empty room and shoulders going stiff.
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â Danny denies.
Tim isnât surprised, but he also isnât happy.
âI have more power than you might think, Danny. I can help you.â
Danny shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut.
âI donât- You- Itâs complicated.â
âThen explain it to me. Please trust me, Danny. I can help get you out-â
âThis isnât about me!â
His words ring off the tile, making it louder than intended. Danny flinches at the sound and looks to the door with anxious eyes.
âHey,â Tim whispers. It still makes the teen jump. âItâs okay. Weâre okay.â
âI know that,â Danny snaps, but Tim knows not to take it personally.
âAlright,â Tim agrees easily. That seems to make Danny relax a bit. âWhat did you mean itâs not about you? Itâs your DNA weâre checking against mine.â
Danny bites his lip in anxious contemplation. Looks like Tim is gonna have to pull this one out like teeth.
âIs there someone else involved?â
Danny hesitates but finally nods.
âYou can trust me, Danny. I wonât do anything that isnât in your best interest. I promise.â
Dannyâs lip is bleeding but neither of them say a word. He looks desperate and alone. It makes Timâs skin crawl.
âPromise you wonât do anything yet?â
Tim nearly sighs with relief.
âYes. I promise.â
âSo you wonât tell? You canât tell,â Danny insists.
Technically it wouldnât be telling if they can hear him in real time.
âI promise I wonât do or say anything. Whatever is said here is confidential, alright? I wonât tell anyone,â Tim assures.
It seems to do the trick because Danny creeps closer to whisper after checking the door one more time.
âVlad is my godfather. Uncle Vlad, right? He has always wanted a son and he was obsessed with my mom, so when he met me he, I donât know, flipped a switch or something and his attention was on me all the time if it wasnât on Mom. He wanted me to renounce my dad and go live with him. Obviously that didnât happen so he tried the next best thing apparently and decided he was gonna make a clone of me.â
Danny pauses and Tim needs it to seriously contemplate what even is his life.
âIt didnât work out the way he planned and the only clone to make it was a girl, my cousin, Danielle. Yes, he named her after me. Some things happened, we worked it out, so Danielle was on my side and hates Vlad, right? Well, when everything happened,â he swallows thickly, âDanielle came back from traveling to be with me. Vlad took that opportunity to confine her to the basement. He never wanted a daughter. He never cared about her. So now heâs using her as leverage against me. If I try anything or donât do what he says, sheâs the one that gets punished. If I try to run away, heâd kill her. I know he would. And before I knew about you, she was the only-â
âThe only family you had left,â Tim finishes.
Danny nods with a pleading expression.
Tim can understand the primal urge to be close to a blood relative that actually cares.
âNow you have me,â Tim offers with a small smile.
Danny makes the effort to try and smile back, though it falls flat quickly.
âWe donât know that yet. I could be wrong. Iâm sorry I threw all this at you, I just- When I found those letters and thought that⊠I just-â
âI get it.â And he did. He really, really did. âYou know, even if we arenât related I still want to-â
Dannyâs phone rings, making the teen jump. He glances at the name calling with a scowl. He doesnât answer.
âVladâs looking for me. I gotta go, but, um, thanks⊠for taking my word for it and being so nice about it. I promise Iâm not trying to pull something for your money. I didnât even know you were rich until I looked you up-â
âDanny.â Tim was coming to the conclusion that Danny tend to ramble when nervous. He stands and guides the kid toward the door. âItâs okay. I know youâre not lying. Iâll text you the results, okay? Weâll figure this out. Just be patient for me, alright?â
Danny nods and fidgets with his suit coat. He doesnât make a move to leave yet, instead he turns to face Tim.
âUm, you can say no. I just- is it okay if I hug you?â
Tim blanks for a solid few seconds. Itâs only Dickâs cooing and Damianâs sassing that snaps him back to reality. This was real, he has to remind himself. He might have a half-brother and he wants a hug. Tim can do hugs. He can crush a hug, totally.
âUh, yea. Hugs are okay.â
Danny must not care about his awkward response because he suddenly has thin arms around his waist and soft hair tickling his cheek. They were at the ideal height difference where Danny can rest his head on Timâs shoulder comfortably. Tim wraps his arms around the teenâs shoulders and just felt.
If Danny really is his half-brother, then fate really is cruel to deprive him of this kinship all throughout his childhood.
Danny pulls away first, face to the ground, and ears red.
With a wavering voice he stumbles out an apology and a thanks before bolting out the door, narrowly running into Dick. Heâs disappeared into the crowd in a blink.
âYou okay, Tim?â Dick asks.
Tim blinks, âI have a brother.â
âA possible half-brother, but yea, still exciting.â
âThe results will come back a match,â Tim says confidently.
âDonât get your hopes up, Drake. This Daniel sounds pathetic, he would only hold you back.â
âDamian, there is nothing pathetic about trying to protect someone. Danny is thinking about his little cousin,â Dick argues. Damian doesnât dispute.
âMy parents never loved each other,â Tim confesses. âIt was a marriage of mutual convenience. It is very possible that my dad found a lover outside their marriage.â
It was weird talking about his parents like that, but it was true. His mother told him once that marriage isnât about love, itâs a contract between two people with mutual interests and values. His father was always somewhat withdrawn.
Danny had the black hair, the blue eyes, and even the skin tone to match his own. His jaw line was wider and eyebrows thicker, but honestly, they could be brothers if they stood side by side. Half-siblings isnât even a stretch.
âHeâs my brother. I know it.â
Tim spots a flash of silver hair from the crowd and narrows his eyes into slits.
âMy brother who is being abused by his caretaker apparently,â he says in a voice that sounds like heâs planning a murder.
Huh. Now thatâs a thought.
He could just kill Masters, that would certainly get him out of the way.
âI donât like that look,â Dick says cautiously, leaning to bring Tim attention to him and not Masters hunting down his little brother. âWeâll help him, Tim. Donât go overboard here. You canât afford to get too emotionally involved.â
Tim sends a glare his way.
âWhy donât I prove what I already know, then?â
âTim-â
He already had the champagne glass in his jacket pocket and his handkerchief in his breast pocket. He shoves past Dick and heads toward the front doors. No one stops him as he leaves the party early and hails a cab back to the manor to start his analysis.
Itâs a half a day later when Tim sends a text with an emoji of two males holding hands and a green check mark. Itâs an hour later that he gets a shooting star in response. He smiles widely and then gets to work on planning Mastersâ demise and his brotherâs and âcousinâsâ escape into his custody.
#dp x dc#dc x dp#dp x dc crossover#danny fenton#tim drake#danny phantom#batman#vlad masters#Danny and Tim are half-brothers#dani phantom#nasty burger explosion#story ideas#Tim is having a crisis#but so so happy#solves the problem so quickly#100% here for Danny#tim is doing the adopting for a change
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Fuck it, I love you
⧠Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Reader
⧠Era : Season 11
⧠Pronouns : she/her
⧠Genre : â ïž Smut (18+) / Angst
⧠Word Count : 7.8k
AN ~ This request was sent in by @daryladdixon, thank you again for the idea! Iâm so sorry it took me so long to write, Iâve been having a lot of things going on in my personal life. But itâs finally finished! I really tried my best with this one and I hope you like how it ended up turning out!
(ps- I really want to make some new friends on here, so please dm me if you want to chat! xoxox)
You had been through a lot together. Ever since Atlanta. It was a long time if you really thought about it; years and years of having all kinds of different shit thrown at you. But surprisingly, the two of you made it side by side, the trauma you both endured only bringing you closer together.
Though now as you stood there, screaming and arguing back and forth with each other as a few of your people were in danger, you couldnât help but wonder how the hell you got here.
When the Commonwealth appeared seemingly out of nowhere with open arms for new people, you couldnât help but be weary of it. You never trusted them, not really. It was like a dream, something that was too good to be true as they seemed to offer quite a lot, but that only made you more cautious. And the events that followed only proved how right your instincts truly were. So, when the time came, you quickly jumped back on the opportunity to leave and go back to live in Alexandria, knowing that place would always truly be your home. You didnât even have to think twice on the decision.
However, when you heard that Daryl would be staying behind, wanting to continuously be a part of Judith and RJâs lives, you couldnât help but feel a little disappointed. You understood his need to be there for them, you would always understand that. But that didnât mean you wouldnât miss him greatly when you finally pushed forward to move back with Aaron and Gabriel.Â
Although something that you didnât expect, was Darylâs slight resentment toward you.
When you told him the news about how youâd be leaving the Commonwealth, he was surprisingly taken aback and a little hurt. He even began to raise his voice at one point, not meaning to yell, but to try and show you how devastated he was that you wouldnât be around. It wasnât often that the communities visited each other anymore, not like they used to anyway. And that alone told him that he would hardly ever see you anymore.
He hated it, but his reaction to your leave drove a small wedge between the two of you. He was upset that you were leaving him, and you were upset about how he reacted, knowing that he of all people should have understood your reasoning the most. But that was the last time the two of you had spoken, the last time the two of you had even caught a glimpse of the other. And it truly had taken a toll on the both of you. Though you two were far too stubborn to admit it, the truth was you missed each other greatly.Â
Daryl felt almost empty without having you around. He would spend his free time with the kids, see Carol here and there, along with meeting with some of the other acquaintances he had grown closer to. But he dreaded coming home every day, knowing he would be stepping into an empty and oddly quiet house. It just wasnât the same without you there. He even caught himself a few times glancing over toward the living room, expecting to see you curled up on the couch with your nose in a book. But there was nothing. Hell, even Dog missed you, tugging on Darylâs heartstrings a bit as he noticed the canine always looking around the space like he was waiting for you to come home.
And back at Alexandria, you were no better than him. Though you had a lot of things to occupy yourself with, you were going through the same heartbreak he was as the two of you hadnât been apart for this long in years. A part of you assumed that this would be the new normal. That the two of you now had your separate lives and you would just move on from each other, even though it was far from an easy thing to do. You could now grow as individuals and learn to not depend on one another as it seemed neither or you were ready to have the awkward discussion on how things were left. You could move on.
That is until you received quite the urgent message.
You were in the kitchen of your small home when you heard someone just burst through the front door, causing you to freeze at the sudden noise. â(Y/N)?!â you could hear Aaronâs frantic voice call out.
Immediately you sprung forward towards the front entrance of your home, looking at him with concerned eyes, âWhat? Whatâs going on?â
âItâs Lydia and Elijah.â he breathed, âApparently they didnât make it to Hilltop. Itâs been way too long, they shouldâve been there by now.â
Your stomach dropped as you processed the news, âHow long have they been gone?âÂ
âThey left two days ago.â
That only caused your concern to grow, knowing in the back of your mind that there was no way they couldâve gotten lost or side tracked. Something was wrong, and all you were able to think about was how you would be able to find them. You remembered they took a car, picturing what it looked like in your head as you racked your brain for which route they couldâve taken to the community. The fact was however, you couldnât track to save your life. Even from the small bits and pieces you had learned in the past, you knew it wouldnât be enough to find them on your own.
But thatâs when it hit you. The small things you had picked up on, you learned from only the best tracker in the world. And in the back of your mind, you knew there was no way to do this without his help.
Soon you found yourself racing towards the Commonwealth without a second thought, telling Aaron to cover for you at the infirmary whilst you were gone. The man asked you multiple times if you were sure, if you really wanted to be a part of this knowing how much they relied on you back at home. But you didnât have to think twice, you didnât want Daryl to have to take this responsibility on his own. Though you knew he would do it in a heartbeat for his people, it didnât matter to you. They were your people too.
You made it into the Commonwealth in record time, the guards on watch allowing you inside the second they recognized who you were, watching your vehicle speed down the road as you left a cloud of dust behind. The area was quite busy today as everyone seemed to be out and about and enjoying the nice weather, feeling a slight shiver run through you as you suddenly remembered why you hated this place. Too many bad memories to even count as living here felt like the longest few weeks of your life.
The car made a screeching sound as you brought it to an abrupt halt, causing quite a few heads to turn upon your graceful entrance as you pulled the keys out of the ignition, stepping out of the car to find him. Though you froze about halfway out of the vehicle as finding him was apparently a lot easier than you thought it would be, seeing him standing off with Carol as the two of you locked eyes immediately. He wanted to say he was happy to see you, happy that you were still alive and healthy, having not seen you in what felt like forever. But the look on your face said it all.
The man didnât hesitate as he grabbed his crossbow and strapped it across his shoulders, not even bidding Carol a goodbye as he jogged over to you, squeezing past a few people in his way. You instantly tensed a bit, almost as if to prepare yourself for what was to come as you watched him get closer and closer, not even knowing what to say to him. All that time you spent in the car you thought over the different things you wanted to say, the things you wanted him to know. But now as he was coming up to stand in front of you, your mind ran completely blank as you just stood there like an idiot.
He took you in for a moment as he slowed to a stop, trying to read your expression as he could clearly see you wanted to say something. But when all he received was silence, he didnât hesitate to pull you into him, embracing you tightly as he instantly sighed upon feeling your touch again. Your eyes widened at his actions, clearly not expecting that after how things were left between the two of you. But that didnât stop you from wrapping your arms around him in return, your eyes falling shut as you buried your head into his chest. It was an old habit you had done many times in the past, but you heard Darylâs breath hitch as he felt your small but familiar action. One that he had never forgotten.
âYou okay?â he asked softly into your hair, squeezing you a bit tighter.
You let out a soft breath as you shook your head, âI need you.â you whispered.
After that, he was all ears.
You filled him in on everything as he was the one to take the wheel, driving just as fast as you once were in an attempt to track down the car Lydia had previously taken out. He silently listened the whole time, nodding to show he was still paying attention as he rubbed a hand over his chin, processing your words. The two of you were very clearly trying not to panic, but when it came to the people you both cared about, it was harder to stay calm than you would think.
But then there was just silence. An awkward silence. Neither of you uttering a word after you told him everything he needed to know. You slightly fidgeted with your hands that sat in your lap as you tried not to look at him, your mind only seeming to focus on how weird things were between the two of you now. That, and you kept thinking back to the very last pleasant conversation you had with him right before you stormed out with a slam of the door. A part of you regretted flipping out on him like that, mostly because you knew the reason why he snapped at you in the first place. It was because he didnât want you to leave, and all you could do in response to that, was to yell right back out of sadness.
But what you werenât aware of was that he was thinking the exact same thing. Great minds think alike after all. There was no doubt in his mind that he regretted everything he said to you that day, not knowing that it would tear this big of a hole in your relationship. Though he did have a reason as to why he acted so poorly, and that was simply because the man was incredibly in love with you. And it frustrated him that you couldnât see that, but it frustrated him even more that you left him like it was nothing.
You then cleared your throat to speak much to his surprise, âSoâŠhowâve you been?â
He briefly glanced over at you, shrugging his shoulders with a huff, âSame old, same old.â he brushed off, a beat of silence passing before he bounced the question right back to you. âHowâre you?â
âGoodâŠâ you nodded, âIâve been good.â
His eyes glanced back over at you again, taking in your appearance, âYa seem happy.â
A small smile made its way onto your lips, âI am happy.â you confirmed.
Though it was partially a lie. Sure, you were happy back at Alexandria, living in the familiar home that you had fallen in love with, spending your time at the infirmary helping people. But there was always something missing, and that something was him. You found you were never fully happy when he wasnât around, no matter how great your life couldâve gotten.Â
âYa still changin bed pans?â he asked, a slight teasing tone to his voice.
You rolled your eyes with a small scoff, âYeah, I guess I am. You still babysitting?â
He chuckled softly with a nod, glancing over at you again as if he couldnât stop looking at your face, âGuess I amâŠâ he confirmed.
You hummed, âHow are the little gremlins anyway?â
âTheyâre doin alright.â he nodded, âJudithâs made a couple new friends since Gracie moved back, and uhâŠRJâs startin to wear that old busted hat nowâŠpassin the torch I suppose.â he paused for a moment, â...They ask bout ya a lot.â he added quietly.
You smiled a little at that, âYeah?â
âYeah.â he nodded, âItâs hard for them to shut up bout ya. Theyâre always sayin shit likeâŠbout the movie nights we used to have. Or how uhâŠyou would do Judeâs makeup every once and a while. Believe me, I havenât been a good replacement.â
A small laugh escaped you once he said that, not even wanting to imagine Darylâs makeup skills as he didnât have much of a steady hand as you did. âDidnât work out too well?â
He shook his head, âNah. Mâ better at paintin her nails then paintin her whole damn face.â
You hummed as your eyes moved to glance at his hands, noticing the black chipped nail polish that still lingered on his fingers, âI can see she talked you into getting yours done.â
The man followed your line of sight, turning a bit red in embarrassment as he grumbled to himself, âYeahâŠitâs hard to say no to her sometimes.â
âShe just knows you're a big softieâŠyouâd give a lot to make her happy.â you said with a small smirk.
He scoffed as he briefly glanced over at your face, âWhatever.â he mumbled.
You laughed softly to yourself before it went quiet again, only this time it was a lot more comfortable than before. With some of the tension out of the way, you felt like you could finally breathe properly, seeing as he was the exact same way you left him. It was almost as if no time had passed.
Though you couldnât help the ping of sadness you felt as you thought over what he had told you, the kids missing your presence would never fail to break your heart. His words only brought the memories flooding back, thinking about how you once would nearly spend every waking moment together, like an actual family, and you loved every second of it. You now only wished everything hadnât gotten so messed up, not knowing if things would be the same since your absence. If you were given the chance to redo that moment in time, you would do it in a heartbeat.
Daryl then glanced back over at you, seeing your mind wandering, his face forming into a bit of sympathy as he could only assume what you were thinking. He was never good with words, but a part of him wanted to reassure you somehow.
âI missed ya.â he mumbled quietly.
Your heart leapt a little in your chest as you heard his quiet words, looking back over at him to find that his gaze was already on you. You smiled sadly, reaching over to give his arm a squeeze. âI missed you too.â
He smiled back at you, fighting back a shiver as you reached out to place a gentle hand on his arm. It was a moment the both of you needed. And perhaps you werenât the only one who needed the reassurance, seeing as he was visibly relaxing after your reciprocated words.
But it couldnât last forever, no matter how much you wanted it to. The two of you sitting up a little straighter upon seeing the familiar car veered off to the side of the road, the front tires planted on the grass as if they had somehow crashed, yet there was no damage from what you could see.
Daryl immediately pulled off to the side, the car slowing to a stop before the two of you got out with your weapons in your grasp, approaching the vehicle with caution to peer through the slightly darkened windows. Though upon glancing inside, there was nothing. No bags, no weapons, nothing. Confusion with a mix of dread seemed to pool in your stomach as it was hard to tell how they disappeared, though you prayed you were wrong about what you originally assumed.
âAye.â Darylâs voice called out.
You glanced up at him from over the hood of the car, seeing him gesturing down to the ground in front of him for you to come and see. From your perspective, all you saw were a bunch of messed up and sloppy footprints that couldâve been there for days if you had to guess. But Daryl saw something much bigger. Though he didnât want to scare you, he silently knew that there were a few strangers involved with their sudden disappearance, knowing he had to be careful on your next move.
âOur best bets that way.â he muttered as he nodded toward the treeline, not even waiting for you to respond before he started moving in that direction.
You tried to keep up with his long strides as he moved quickly through the woods, his eyes staying to the ground as he tried to pinpoint every direction they turned. It was honestly amazing to you how he could do this without hesitating or second guessing himself, he just knew where he was going as if he was following some kind of string that led straight to them. But in a way he was as you began to notice a pattern in the leaves and dirt.
Although you couldnât help but notice that the closer the two of you got, the more rigid and tense he became as he stopped speaking to you entirely. He didnât make a single sound as he walked, only occasionally glancing over his shoulder to make sure you were still following right behind him. The feeling in your stomach began to worsen as you quickly picked up on how much his body language seemed to change, as if he were screaming at you without saying a single word. You knew there was something he knew and you didnât, but you couldnât bring yourself to understand why he wasnât telling you. You were in this together after all.
However, your silent thoughts were suddenly brought to a halt as you were too busy looking down at the ground to realize that Daryl had stopped, instantly running into his back with a small oof. But he hardly seemed to notice as his sole focus was on the small cabin in the distance that seemed to be completely abandoned. Though both of you knew better than to believe that.
âYou stay right here.â Darylâs voice commanded softly, removing his crossbow from his shoulders as he loaded a bolt into it.
Your eyes slightly widened at his suggestion, âIâm sorry?â you spoke in disbelief.
âYa heard me, I said stay here.â he replied a little more harshly, âWe dunno whatâs waitin for us in there, alright? Iâll get em out.â
âIâm not just going to stand here while you throw yourself into the lionâs den, fuck that.â you replied with a scoff as you pulled out a weapon of your own.
He grumbled in slight annoyance, âDammit (Y/N), ya ainât comin with.â
âLike hell Iâm not.â you quietly snapped, âWe came out here together to find them, and now weâre going in there together to get them out.â
The man then got up into your face, as if trying to intimidate you enough so youâd stay behind like he asked, âMâ not messin around girl, I ainât takin no for an answer.â
âYeah, neither am I, jackass. Youâre not going in there by yourself, thatâs just stupid.â
His face contorted into obvious frustration and anger as he was clearly losing his patience, âWhy the hell do ya have to be so goddamn stubborn all the time, huh? Why canât you just listen for once?â
You huffed to yourself at the irony, âWell, I guess you can say I learned from the best.â
âShut the hell up.â he snarled.
âI wanna know why,â you retorted, âWhy wonât you let me go in there with you and back you up on this? You really think I canât handle myself?â
He growled, âI never fuckin said that.â
âThen why?â you snapped, equally losing your patience just as much as he was. At this rate, whoever was in that cabin could probably hear the two of you arguing with one another with how loud your voices seemed to rise.
âBecause.â he huffed.
âWhy?!â
âBecause I love ya too damn much ta lose ya in there! I just want ya safe!â
In an instant, the world went silent. The two of you were breathing a bit heavier from all the yelling, looking at each other with equally wide eyes. You were shocked that he said something so vulnerable, while he on the other hand was terrified that now he mightâve ruined what he had with you. It wasnât an easy thing for him to come to terms with his feelings, but admitting them out loud felt like an entirely different ballpark. The man now just stood frozen, trying to anticipate your reaction as if he was expecting something negative.
But you surprised him.
âAnd I love you too damn much to let you do this by yourself.â you said, your voice now unexpectedly soft, âWeâve had each otherâs backs for yearsâŠand this isnât any different.â
Daryl stared at you with slightly wide eyes after you said that, not only because you refused to listen to him again, but because you said you loved him too. You loved him. He never in his wildest dreams ever thought it would be physically possible for you to love someone like him, but here you were, pouring your heart out just as he was. Neither of you had been very good about expressing how you felt for one another; there was never really a need for words as you both silently already knew. But now as everything was laid out on display, it was a new kind of uncomfortable that you both just wanted to crawl away from.
Though in the midst of all the tension, Daryl finally allowed you to come with him towards the cabin with a nod of his head, both of you preparing yourself for the sight you would see. But it wasnât nearly as bad as you were expecting.
Both Lydia and Elijah were tied up on opposite ends of the small house, all of their supplies and weapons completely missing as they were left with nothing. Both of you were quick to untie them, taking them by the arms as they began to tell you that they were held at gunpoint by a few bandits, demanding that they give up all their things to them. And to make sure they wouldnât follow, the bandits had apparently tied and locked them up inside for God only knows how long. You felt awful as you saw the minor injuries on them from the experience, but mostly you were just thankful that they were alive.
You spent the car ride back to Alexandria in the backseat of the vehicle, comforting Lydia as she leaned against you, telling you bit by bit of what she could remember. It was surely traumatizing for the both of them, and you wanted her to know that you were there to listen to whatever she needed to get off her chest. Even Elijah chimed in a one point once he was comfortable enough, needing to talk about the scary experience just as much as she did. But as for you and Daryl, neither of you uttered a word, not forgetting about the small moment you had just seconds before you found them.
The sun was beginning to set by the time the four of you made it back to the community, many people waiting in anticipation at the gates. But they were soon all filled with great relief as soon as they saw the two young adults step out of the car, receiving hugs and reassuring words the moment they realized you had brought them back safely. Though you were quick to usher the two of them back towards the infirmary when you got the chance, wanting to make sure the minor cuts and bruises would heal properly as you offered to clean them up before they went home for some much needed rest.
Occasionally you glanced out the window to see Daryl and Aaron still talking near the front gate, part of you wondering if he would just go home. Leave without uttering a word about the argument that happened between the two of you. Daryl tended to run from these kinds of things, you knew that better than anyone, but you couldnât lie to yourself and say you wouldnât be a little heartbroken if he did this time. You didnât want him to go, not knowing the next time you would even see him. But another part of you didnât even know what to say if he did decide to see you one last time.
Eventually once you were finished up you cleaned up the station you used, wishing Lydia and Elijah goodnight as you hugged both of them tightly. All was quiet in Alexandria as there were only a few stragglers left outside, the sun now finally nowhere to be found as you slowly made your way home. Though without even realizing, you subtly kept an eye out for Daryl. He couldâve asked to spend the night in one of the spare homes since it had gotten late, assuming he would want to leave in the morning. But then again maybe he just wanted to get out of here, go home to his own bed with Dog who was surely missing him by now.Â
But he didnât even say goodbye.
Your chest felt a bit heavier at the thought, mindlessly walking into your darkened house as your mind continued to spiral at the events of today. Although you stopped completely in your tracks when you noticed the light illuminating your living room, swearing you hadn't forgotten to turn it off just earlier today. Hesitantly, you peered around the corner to see none other than Daryl sitting on the couch, seemingly lost in his own little world as he stared down at his hands. Though he sensed your presence almost immediately, his head snapping up as he quickly stood to his feet, feeling a bit awkward now realizing that he had just come into your house without your permission.
He then cleared his throat, âI uhâŠI didnât wanna leave without sayin goodbye.â
You didnât know why, but something seemed to snap inside you once he said that. Knowing that he was just going to run right back to the Commonwealth without a second thought. âReally? Youâre going to rush back there tonight? Just like that?â
He gave you a look, âDonâtâŠdonât do that.â
You scoffed with a shake of your head, âDonât do what? Iâm just calling it like it is. I donât see you for months, and this is how you want to leave things between us? With some pathetic goodbye, not knowing the next time weâll see each other again?â
âHey, you got no right sayin that shit to me.â he said with a slight raise of his voice, âYer the one who left, remember? Not me.â
You laughed bitterly, âYou canât blame me for that. I was miserable there, and I know you were too! And yet youâre still living there day after day-â
âMâ stayin there because of those kids!â he cut you off, âYou know damn well how important they are to me, so yeah, Iâll be miserable if it means I can still be there for em. I ainât gonna just leave em there.â
âIâm not asking you to leave them Daryl! I know how important they are to you, you practically raised them. But that doesnât mean you get to just shut me out of your life completely. You give me this whole sob story in the car about how much they miss me, and you miss me, but if I recall, I havenât seen you put in an effort to visit me once!â
âOh you gotta lot of damn nerve sayin that to me.â he spoke with an edge to his tone, both of you getting more worked up with each comment you spat at each other. âYou only came back because you needed my help, like mâ yer fuckin errand boy or some shit!â
You let out a sound of disbelief as you point towards him, âDonât you dare go there! Youâre no better than I am, and you know it. You wouldâve never stepped foot back here unless there was some kind of emergency.â you spat, âYou never made an effort, not even once! And after everything you said to meâŠâ
A certain fire ignited behind his eyes once you said that, âHow the hell else you expect me to react when yer tellin me yer leavin, huh?! What am I supposed to do with that?!â
âBe supportive!â you yelled, âBe happy that Iâm finally going back to doing what I love! Thatâs what you do!â
âWhyâre we fighting again?!â he suddenly questioned in frustration.
âI donât know!â
It had been nothing but back and forth between you two since the moment you saw each other, battling with your own overpowering feelings. It was weird to think about how you never used to be like this, you never so much as argued playfully in the past, and yet now here you are at each other's throats. The silence had never been so loud in the small dimly lit house, waiting for someone to make some kind of move.
But then suddenly, Daryl seemed to make up his mind as he stepped forward. He didnât want things to end with you like this, the last thing he wanted was to see you upset. And the urge to just finally allow his feelings to unleash was getting more and more overwhelming, needing you to know how he really felt.
He approached you in record speed, not even giving you any time to react before he gently cupped your face, capturing your lips with his. Your eyes widened at how fast everything seemed to happen, quickly pushing his shoulders to get him off of you. He instantly backed away when he sensed your discomfort, now looking like a deer in headlights as he came to the realization that he made a huge mistake.
âIâŠmâ sorry, I didnât-â
âNo,â you cut him off, âI donât want you to kiss me, just to make all of this magically go away. I want you to kiss me, becauseâŠbecause it actually means something to you.â you breathed.
His eyes softened as it clicked in his mind what you were trying to say. You didnât push him away because you didnât want it to happen; you pushed him away because you were scared it was completely meaningless to him. But that wasnât true. It wasnât true at all.
Daryl slowly stepped closer to you again, hesitating slightly before pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to your forehead, âIt means everythinâŠâ he whispered against your skin.
That was a fantastic answer.
The moment you heard his confirmation, you leaned up to kiss him passionately, your arms looping around his neck as you pulled him into you. He took a moment to recover from your movements, but soon he found he was kissing you back with just as much eagerness, gripping your hips tightly. His mind went hazy as he was on cloud nine, almost not believing this was really happening. He had pictured this moment in his mind a hundred times before, but truly nothing could have prepared him for the utter bliss he was about to experience.
The two of you quickly grew more desperate for each other as the gentle kiss turned into something much greater, your tongues now fighting for dominance as you let out soft sounds of approval and desperation. Without even thinking, the two of you inched closer toward your bedroom on the main level, already clawing desperately at the fabric of your clothes.
Your knees eventually hit the back of the bed, causing you to stumble a little as you fell back onto the mattress, pulling him on top of you as you didnât want your lips to part for even a second. Daryl could already feel the fire building in his stomach, the strong urge spreading throughout his body as he began to crave you. His hands moved everywhere he could reach, as if he wanted to memorize every inch of your body, every dip and curve was some kind of uncharted territory.
You then felt him pull back slightly to break the heated kiss, needing to taste more of you as he left hot, open mouthed kisses across your jawline, making his way down at an incredibly slow pace. A whimper was pulled from your lips as his teeth grazed your skin, gently nipping at your flesh to leave a trail of love bites to your exposed neck. The stubble on his face that scratched against your skin somehow made it even better, tickling you slightly as it sent a shiver up your spine.
Daryl smirked to himself as he felt your muscles twitch, moving his mouth to drag his tongue along your chest, before he lowered his head even more to slightly lift your shirt, kissing along your stomach. Your hands grasped the hem of your shirt as soon as he pulled it up, easily tugging it up and over your head to toss it carelessly somewhere on the floor. He groaned as his eyes scanned over your new exposed skin, feeling you sit up slightly to unhook the back of your bra, before shrugging it off just as fast.
His lips parted, his eyes hazy and filled with lust as his hands came up to brush across the sides of your breasts, âGod, you drive me crazyâŠâ he muttered under his breath.
You couldnât help but smile up at him, leaning in to kiss him again as his hand moved to gently massage your breasts, squeezing them with the perfect amount of pressure. You gasped softly as he rolled your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, easily getting a rise out of you as your back slightly arched in response. He could feel your chest rising and falling rapidly beneath him, your impatience growing as you could feel your arousal pooling against the fabric of your underwear. Your hands then moved up to blindly undo the buttons on his shirt, your nimble fingers struggling a bit as you tried to keep up with his sloppy kiss.
He then grunted at your attempts, breaking away from you momentarily to rip his shirt off his chest. Quite literally. Your eyes widened as the buttons flew everywhere, the navy blue top now looking more like a piece of a fabric sample than an actual shirt.
You couldnât help but laugh lightly as your hands reached out to feel his toned chest, âHmâŠI wish you had another shirt just so I could watch you do that again.â
He smirked, âDonât worry...I got plenty of other ways to put on a show for ya.â he spoke before he gave you a wink, his hands reaching down to tug on your jeans.
Your excitement grew as you sat up on your elbows, watching as he swiftly undid the button and the zipper of your pants before pulling them clean off your legs in one swift motion. He seemed to be very efficient, that's for damn sure. Though a wicked grin crossed the manâs face when he saw the small wet patch on your thong, his thumb teasingly running over your clothed core. You sucked in a soft breath as he gently pushed on your clit, your head rolling back and your toes curling at the shockwave sensation.
âThis all for me? Hm?â he practically purred, his southern drawl bringing goosebumps to your skin as his thumb continued to tease you.
Your hands gripped the sheets beside you as you nodded your head with a small âmhmâ, silently begging him to keep going.
He seemed quite pleased as his lip quirked up in a smile, âMm thatâs my girl.â he muttered softly as he placed a few lingering kisses on your stomach, his words causing you to spiral. You never thought he would say that to you, hell you never even thought you wanted him to say that to you. But now that he had, you never wanted him to stop.
His mouth then hovered over the elastic of your underwear, his teeth moving down to bite at it before he tugged the piece of fabric off of you using only his mouth. Well if you werenât turned on before, you sure as hell were now.
Daryl then couldnât wait any longer as the sight of you bare beneath him was beginning to be too much, his movements frantic as his belt jingled when he began to unbuckle it. Your eyes watched his every move as he tugged his pants and boxers off in record speed, kicking them off of his ankles to see he was already throbbing for you. The sight was enough to make you whine quietly, squirming in anticipation as his large frame hovered over you.
But although he was practically drooling to finally please you the way you deserved, he still couldnât help but tease you a bit. And maybe, just maybe, he enjoyed torturing himself a bit as well. He dragged his tip through your soaking wet folds, the friction being enough for your hips to rock up in a sudden jolt. The sounds coming out of you were utterly sinful, and he loved it. Your hands again gripped the sheets below you, fidgeting relentlessly as he continued to tease your entrance, occasionally circling your clit which caused you to moan.
âAh!â you cried softly as he barely pushed inside you, before pulling himself out just as quickly, âPlease...â you whispered breathlessly.
He groaned lowly as he saw you practically falling apart for him already, leaning down to place a few kisses along your cheek, âUse your words, baby. Tell me what you want.âÂ
âYou.â you said instantly, âI want youâŠâ
He smirked to himself, âI want you too sweetheart.â he kissed along your neck as he muttered those few words into your skin, âSo muchâŠâ
The excruciating wait was finally gone in what seemed like a split second, not being able to hold back any longer as Daryl finally pushed himself into you. Your mouth dropped as your head fell back onto the bed, hearing him let out an exaggerated groan as he felt your tight walls already clenching around him.
âGodâŠyou feel like heaven sweet girl.â he mumbled as he fought to catch his breath, his mind swirling with ecstasy as he was completely drunk off of you. He couldnât wrap his head around it, how you felt so perfect as if you were made for him.
Your chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, squeezing your legs around his waist, âKeep going...â you practically begged, physically needing him to move.
He didnât need to be told twice. He slowly began to pound into you at a steady pace, watching your facial expressions to try and find what felt the best for you. You moaned sensually as his hips began to slap against yours, feeling the length of him moving in and out at a steady pace. Your hands then moved to trace up his bare arms, feeling his muscles flex underneath your featherlight touch as they landed on his shoulders, needing to feel more of him.
His breaths grew heavier as they came out in short pants, gradually speeding up, completely enamored with how your breasts bounced with each thrust he gave. Your hands began gripping his shoulders a bit tighter as your eyes squeezed shut, whimpering as you could already feel your orgasm begin to pool in your belly. How he was able to do that with little to no actions at all, you had no idea. But you didnât care. It was like all the longing the two of you had felt for each other was just spilling out all at one time as you finally gave into your desires.
âFaster.â you panted, âPlease.â
Your words spurred him on as he instantly began to pound harsher into you, the bed frame squeaking against the wall as his movements were quick and sharp. The pornographic sounds easily slipped from your lips as you felt him rock even deeper inside of you, causing your nails to scratch and grip against his skin. He groaned deeply as he felt your hands digging into him, only urging him on more as he rolled his hips whilst thrusting into you, a sharp gasp escaping you as he tickled that sweet spot so perfectly.
He liked that sound. He liked it a lot; rolling his hips against yours again and again in order to pull more of those beautiful sounds out of you.
You cried out blissfully as you felt yourself clench against him, the familiar tingling sensation vibrating through you as your legs squeezed around his waist to keep him locked in place. He felt a bead of sweat pool down his face as he groaned, leaning down to gently nip at your collarbone, hearing your moans of pleasure right next to his ear. He could tell you were getting close, feeling himself following right along with you, but a part of him wanted to be at your mercy. A part of him wanted to see you riding out your high on top of him, needing to snap a mental image of the most perfect thing he could ever lay his eyes on.Â
You were taken off guard as he suddenly slowed his movements, flipping you over so you were straddling his hips as he laid flat on his back. Your dazed and confused look made him want to chuckle, but he didn't. Instead, he spoke.
âUse me however you wantâŠâ he panted as he continued to gently thrust himself into you, âIâm yours, babyâŠcompletely yours.â he said softly, wanting you to be in control of him.
Though you didn't expect the sudden change of events, his words surprised you, and it turned you on. More than you were ever willing to admit.
After the initial shock wore off within merely seconds, you didnât hesitate as you began to bounce on top of him, the new angle making your legs shake wildly. His big hands held your hips perfectly in pace as he matched your rhythm, silently thankful that you lived alone as the volume in the room was growing louder with each passing second. You watched as he threw his head back with a soft whine, keeping his eyes on you the whole time as you slowly started to find your release.
âThatâs it sweetheartâŠthatâs it.â he spoke soothingly as he leaned up to place wet kisses across your stomach, his thumb finding its way to toy with your clit to send you over the edge.
You cried out loudly as that was all you needed to come undone, your muscles twitching as you rode it out as long as you possibly could. Feeling you clench around him mixed with the lustful sounds that came out of you was all Daryl could take before he reached his own climax, swiftly pulling out of you as he groaned lowly against your skin.
You didnât know how much time passed as the two of you were in a complete state of bliss, trying to come down from the incredible high you just experienced. You felt his hands trace soothing circles against your hips as his face was now buried in your breasts, feeling the heat of his breath dancing against your bare skin. A content sigh left your lips as you found yourself wondering why it had taken you two so long to do this. But then again you assumed it was never the right time, and in your opinion it was worth the wait. You couldnât think of anything more perfect than this.
Daryl then began to come to his senses as his heart finally slowed down to a steady pace, his lips beginning to trail up towards your collarbone lovingly. Your fingers ran through his messy, tangled hair, growing a bit sad as you looked down at him, reality coming back to remind you that this couldnât last forever. But a selfish part of you wanted it to.
âDonât go.â you whispered.
He looked up from what he was doing, seeing the slightly distraught look on your face that instantly made his lips morph into a frown, âWhatâre you talkin bout?âÂ
You shook your head, âStayâŠstay here with me. Donât go.â
His eyes softened as he raised his hands to gently cup your face, âHey, I ainât goin anywhere sweetheart. Mâ stayin right here.â
âButâŠwhat about Judith? RJ? I canâtâŠI donât want to make you choose.â you said softly, fearing that in the back of your mind, things would just go back to how they were. Regardless of the passion you shared.
He smiled softly, âBaby, you ainât makin me choose. Weâll figure somethin else out together, alright? Because I do know one thingâŠI sure as hell donât want us to be apart like that ever again.â
You slowly nodded your head in agreement, âI donât want that eitherâŠyou have no idea how much I missed you. Leaving you was one of the biggest mistakes Iâve ever made.â
âIt ainât gonna happen again. I promise.â he said before leaning in to gently kiss your lips.
You didnât know how, but his words mixed with the gentle kiss seemed to slowly melt your worries away as you couldnât think about anything else but him. In the end you knew it would work itself out, feeling more content in this moment with him than you had felt in a very long time. Daryl made a mistake on letting you leave, his own frustration stopping him from preventing you from walking out that door, telling you how much you meant to him. Though he couldnât change the past, and all those long months you missed out on with each other, he sure as hell could plan for the future.
And he was never planning on letting you go again.
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summary: Apolloâs child is upset at him for ending a beautiful relationship.
pairing: percy jackson x child of apollo!reader
word count: 481
A/N: reader isnât dyslexic, or they read the song of achilles in greek. you can choose
âI hate my dad.â
Percy turns to face the entrance to his cabin. There you stand, your arms crossed.
He gulps. The whole Luke Castellan deal.. he seriously hopes youâre joking. Itâs been almost a year since the Battle of Manhattan. His life had changed afterwards, going missing and everything. He had missed out on months of your relationship after Hera put him to sleep. The moment he returned to Camp Half-Blood and saw you, it was like the world was finally rewarding him for all heâs done for it.
He really hoped you didnât want to repeat Lukeâs idea.
âWhy?â
You huff, walking into Cabin 3, sitting onto his bed. You poke at his group of sea creature stuffed animals.
âHave you read Song of Achilles?â
Percy sits beside you. He recounts you talking about a book youâve been reading. Too bad Percy isnât a reader. Heâs dyslexic anyways.
âNope.â
âWell, you know the end of Achillesâ life story?â
âHis heel was struck by an arrow?â
You shake your head. He tilts his head, curious.
âHis lover Patroclus died while wearing Achillesâ armor and trying to get the army into Troyâs walls. Achilles, fueled by rage, defeated a god to reach the man who killed Patroclus. Achilles ended up dying because he wanted to make the whole world pay for killing Patroclus.â
Percy nods.
âWhat does this have to do with your dad?â
You frown deeply. His hand automatically wraps around yours in response, giving a gentle squeeze. He hates seeing you upset.
âMy dad pushed Patroclus off the wall of Troy. The second time, he loosened the straps of his armor and people realized he wasnât Achilles. Hector then killed Patroclus.â
Percy pieced the information together. He leaned his head on top of yours.
âYouâre upset at your dad because he killed two people youâve never met?â
âThey were in love, babe!â
âRight.â
You pull away and narrow your eyes at him. He gives you a playful smile, pulling you to his side and kissing the top of your head.
âIâm sure your dad learned his lesson. I donât think heâll do it again.â
âHe better not. I wonât be on speaking terms with him, then.â
Percy laughs lightly. The Apollo children were kind of spoiled; their father visits them in dreams and answers prayers often. They have relationships other demigods dream of. Even Percy gets a little jealous sometimes, when his dad doesnât answer him about something.
âYouâll have to tell me what he says when you confront him about it.â
âOh, I will.â
You then pull away so that you can sit on his bed properly. You cross your legs and face him. He copies you, and you take hold of his hands.
âNow that Iâve finished the book, though, can I tell you about my favorite parts?â
His face breaks into a large smile.
âOf course.â
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Full Stomach, Full Heart ⧠w.jh
Pairing: Wen Junhui x reader (gn) Genre: angst, hints of comfort Summary: What was the last thing you ate, actually? Yet better question would be when was the last time you ate a full, nutritious meal. You donât think you can remember though. And you know Jun will hate to hear it. Word count: 2.2k Warnings: food struggles, mentions of reader not eating properly
You feel somethingâs wrong within the first hour after waking up. Deeply wrong, but youâre equally deep in denial, so you write it off as a side effect of getting up too early and immediately scrolling on your phone, so you go back to sleep. When you wake up again, youâre not really sure you slept at all. Somehow, though, the time has passed too quickly for you to just be spacing out in bed. You need to get up.Â
The feeling is still there, a weight on your chest and your mind feels like itâs clouded by a thick fog. Your bones feel heavy. Just standing feels uncomfortable and draining. You get some water and crawl back into bed. A text from your boyfriend is waiting for you, wishing you a good morning and asking if youâve eaten yet. Your stomach churns at the idea of eating, so you ignore the text in favor of more sleep.Â
Only sleep just wonât come. Not for long anyway. Itâs all brief flashes of unconsciousness that leave you disoriented and tired once you wake up. Switching between unsuccessful attempts of napping and mindless scrolling on your phone, with some spacing out on the side, time passes. You try to make yourself get up again and do something, try to guilt yourself into being productive, all without result. Nothing works, nothing feels right.
You canât tell whatâs wrong exactly, but somehow it feels like everything is. It makes you upset, most of all with yourself. There is nothing that needs to get done, however you can come up with a list of a hundred things that you could get done if only you dragged yourself out of bed. Thereâs no reason you should be like this, you tell yourself. It is what it is, you tell yourself next and close your eyes again.
Without your permission, time passes. It slips away from you, then forcefully reminds you of its existence when your phone starts to ring.
Itâs Jun.
âHey,â you whisper. You hope he heard over the commotion around him. Suddenly you realize you really hate people today. Staying in bed seems even more appealing. Nobody is going to bother you here.
âAre you alright?â Jun cuts straight to chase. His voice is kind but laced with worry. âYou never responded to my text.â
Oh. Shit.
âYeah, yeah, I guess I am,â you hesitate a little, âJust donât feel too good.â
You can see the frown on his face when you close your eyes and focus on the brief pause. The background noise, the voices, get distant and quiet. Somewhere on the other end of the line, a door clicks shut.
ââNot goodâ as inâŠ?â he asks and you sigh. Worrying your lip between your teeth, you regret being honest in the first place. Just a little. But then again if you havenât told him, heâd drive himself crazy with worry and thatâs the last thing he needs during practice.
âI just donât feel much of anything,â you admit, âIâm just really tired. I donât want to do anything, donât wanna talk to anyone.â
He hums in sympathy. It makes something warm flicker in your chest. You can imagine the hug heâd give you if he was here - enveloping, like the world doesnât exist, his hand cradling your head, the other on the small of your back pulling you close with just the perfect amount of force. Heâd hold you until something made him let go, and then still kiss you and promise to be right back.
âIâm sorry I called,â he whispers, âI just got worried.â
âNo, I donât mind you,â you reassure him even as every word drains more energy out of your already exhausted body, âYou donât count.â
âWhy thank you,â you hear the smile in his voice. Itâs natural for you to smile as well without thinking, if only you had the energy too. Regret wells up in your chest, even though Jun wonât know about this little turmoil. âHave you eaten?â
Your heart pauses for a beat. The answer is clear, but what was the last thing you ate, actually? Probably just instant noodles or something like that. Better question would be when was the last time you ate a full, nutritious meal. You donât think you can remember though. And you know Jun will hate to hear it.
â...no,â you admit quietly. You curl under the blanket. He might get disappointed and worried but he wonât yell at you, you know that, yet it still feels uncomfortable. The silence drags on and leaves you suspended in anxiety. You beg him to talk inside your head, to say anything - to snap at you, anything will do. Just not the silence.
ây/n, itâs so lateâŠâ he says and you know heâs not scolding you, that heâs as gentle as he can be, but it still sounds like youâre getting scolded.
âI know,â you murmur, âIâm not hungry though.â
Itâs an understatement. The idea of eating itself makes your stomach churn. And maybe itâs hunger in disguise, maybe. Most likely. You know you should eat. Food feels repulsive, though.
âYou need to eat,â he insists, quietly, still gentle. You can hear the change in his voice when he adds: âIâve been busy a lot, huh?â
âJunâŠâ you shake your head, âItâs not your fault. I need to take care of myself.â
âI want to be there for you when youâre not feeling well,â thereâs a moment where his voice gets higher. You can imagine the lightbulb appearing above his head and it makes you slightly concerned. âIâm gonna help.â
âWait, no-â
âShh, no arguing,â he shushes you. You can hear his voice get more distant. âIâll order you some food. A lot of it. So you can choose.â
You whine.
âI donât wanna see anyone. Please. I promise Iâll eat later, just not now,â you try to change his mind. Itâs pointless, youâre well aware that Jun is the most stubborn when your wellbeing is concerned. The silence on the other end of the line, occasionally broken by tapping noises as your boyfriendâs fingers dance across the screen, tells you resistance is hopeless. Still you try.
âI donât want to go anywhere to pick up the food. I wonât even go downstairs,â you warn him,
âI wonât pick up the phone if anyone calls. I wonât talk to anyone,â you sulk.
âJun, please forget about it-â
âWill you cook?â he interrupts you, a slight edge to his voice. You shrivel under the blanket.
âNo but-â
âAre there any leftovers you can heat up?â
âNo, Jun-â
âDonât âno Junâ me,â he sighs, âIâm gonna figure this out, okay? Donât worry.â
Before you can ask for an explanation, beg him to let it go, anything, he hangs up. You groan and pull at your hair. Itâs pointless to argue with Jun, however, and although youâre frustrated you know you can trust him. So you return to numbly lying on bed.
Itâs some time later that youâre woken up - from sleep or daydreaming, you have no idea - by a text. You frown and pick up the phone, already annoyed. Who dares to bother you now?
Joshua: hey iâm downstairs so donât get creeped out when i come in with the food
Joshua: if you're awake
Joshua: if not - sorry! ><
âŠwhat?
You donât have much time to process whatâs happening before you hear the code being put in and the doors opening. Youâre tempted to pretend youâre not home but also what the fuck is he doing here? Taking a quick look at Junâs messy hoodie and sweats youâre wearing, you ultimately decide that itâs not your fault Joshuaâs going to see you like this. He came in uninvited. So much for not talking to anyone. You get up and groggily walk out of the room and look for the intruder.
You find him in the kitchen⊠putting food containers on the table?
âHey,â he greets you softly with a friendly smile without pausing his actions.
âWhat are you doing here?â you ask, confusion written all over your face. Your arms are wrapped around your body protectively. Joshua doesnât even look at you as he meticulously takes everything out of the bag.
âThatâs my line. You should be in bedâ he chuckles. Finally he looks up and upon seeing you donât get the situation at all, he shakes his head with a small laugh.
âJun said youâre not feeling well,â he explains, âSo he asked if anyone could bring you food while you rest. Are you okay to eat now or should I put it in the fridge?â
You stop yourself from screaming aloud. And sighing. And hitting your head against the wall.
âThank you,â you say instead, âIt really wasnât necessary.â
âNo problem,â Joshua smiles at you again, âSo?â
âIâll eat in a bit,â you decide, relaxing slightly. You donât feel like eating if youâre being honest but you also think the nausea starting to kick in is caused by hunger at this point. You should make yourself eat. Somehow.
âOkay. Do you need anything else? Medicine, dessert?â he jokes and you roll your eyes at him even though the target should really be Junhui. Â
âIâm fine, thank you,â you try to smile at him despite your irritated mood. You make a mental note to thank Joshua again and apologize later because he leaves as quickly as he came. You should also talk to your boyfriend about using his friends as couriers.
Speaking of whichâŠ
Your phone rings again the moment you sit down and angrily stab the utensil into the closest container. You really canât be bothered to use dishes that youâd have to wash later.
You accept the call and put your boyfriend on speaker.
âHi⊠Joshua texted me he dropped off the food?â Jun sounds timid, careful almost.
âYeah, he did,â you play with the food without raising any to your lips, âI hope you paid him.â
âNo, but I owe him one,â he chuckles, still tense, âYou know how he is.â
You hum. You do. But that still doesnât mean your boyfriend should take advantage of his friendâs kindness to bring you food when heâs too busy. Itâs not like any of them ever have too much time on their hands to be doing this.
âI⊠I just thought it would be okay this way,â his voice softens, âThat you could avoid social interaction but still get the food delivered. I told Shua to leave you alone.â
You hum again. Not that you mind talking to Jun, heâs always the only exception, but youâre tired. And hungry, yet the idea of picking up the food, chewing, swallowing just seems so exhausting.
âIâm sorry,â Junâs voice drops into a whisper, âBut you need to eat.â
âI know,â you murmur, âAnd thank you. Itâs just I really donât feel like it even though Iâm so hungry right now.â
Itâs quiet on the other side for a moment, and then you hear him talking away from the phone - asking Soonyoung for a short break. You canât hear what the response is but the next thing you hear is the door closing and Junâs fast steps.
âWhat happened?â you ask, smiling a little as you imagine your boyfriend speeding through the corridors.
âIâll facetime you in a bit, yeah? We can eat together,â his voice is full of determination and confidence that you donât share.
âYouâre going to eat in the middle of practice?â your eyebrow raises on its own.
â...Yes.â
Thereâs another slight pause.
âIâll be fine.â
âSure,â you chuckle. You still havenât found the will to take a bite. Sharing a meal with Jun sounds nice, though. Itâs highly unlikely itâs actually going to help with the predicament youâre in but the idea really is nice.
âYou donât have to eat much, I wonât either,â he coaxes you softly. You hear more doors opening and closing. Then something that sounds like a fridge and him rummaging around. âJust eat something, yeah?â
âIâll try,â you promise.
âIâll turn on the camera now,â Jun warns while he, at least judging by the sound, puts the food in the microwave.Â
You just admire his pretty face while he waits for the food to warm up and try to push down the nausea. Itâs hunger, it must be. But it does nothing to help you feel like eating. Your boyfriend yaps on about his day so far, about the practice, whines a little about how hard the new choreo is. Itâs soothing, comforting. Ultimately, though, it doesnât help much.
New wave of guilt washes over you when he sits down with his food and looks at you hopefully. You need to eat. You really need to. If for no other reason, then at least so that he doesnât worry and can fully focus on the practice.
Finally you force your hands to move, your lips to open and your jaws to chew the first bite. Junâs bright smile feels much better than the food you swallow.
âThere we go,â he whispers to himself, trying to bite back the smile as he digs into his own lunch. You hear it anyway.
You smile a little too as you fight against your head to share a meal with him.
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end of an era || jenni hermoso x reader ||
things don't always get better, but jenni tries to help you.
major angst warning, like implied/mentioned suicide attempt angst. proceed with caution.
everything and everyone went silent the moment you fell. it was daunting to watch back as you replayed the stream of your last game over and over again. jenni sighed as she glanced over at you. the two of you had been waiting in the doctor's office for hours now to see how your surgery had gone. both of you knew that it was going to be a long and hard road back, one that you honestly weren't even sure you'd have the chance to attempt.
"will you turn it off please?" jenni asked you. she was beyond trying to be nice about it. you got upset every single time that you watched it, and jenni hated hearing you get hit and go down again and again. she hadn't been there for that game, and it was one of her greatest regrets.
your teammates had told jenni how you had been immediately following the game. jenni almost couldn't believe it, not until she saw for herself that every ounce of happiness had been sucked out of you. you had become obsessive, attempting to figure out where you could have done something to reduce the damage. rather than listen to the countless people who had assured you time and time again that it was a freak accident, you still searched for an answer.
"it's not like i have anything else to do," you grumbled. jenni was really starting to get on your nerves. she was always a little annoying, but it had gone from being endearing to infuriating. "they're just going to tell me that i'm finished. my career is over, even if i can make a comeback. it will be too fucking late, jenni."
"no. no, stop talking like that. you're gonna be fine," jenni told you. oh how you wished that the doctors hadn't made her out to be a liar. jenni believed her words right up until the surgeon came in with a team of people that neither of you had ever seen before.
you felt numb as they gave the time frame of your possible return. it would be well over a year since you required multiple surgeries to fix the tears and breaks. you didn't understand how you had fucked up your body so badly, and it was obvious that jenni didn't either. however, you weren't left wondering for very long. the doctor mentioned old injuries that hadn't healed properly, claiming that your leg was a ticking time bomb that had been resting for nearly a decade.
"that was a waste of fucking time," you grumbled as you rushed towards the car. you were on crutches, so you weren't really moving that fast. jenni had slowed her pace down signficantly to keep up with you. she was carrying your bags, something that you only let her do today because she normally did it for you anyway.
"no, we have a timeline now. that's a good first step towards getting you back to where you need to be." jenni sounded so optimistic still, but you knew that it didn't matter. you'd miss the olympics, and you'd definitely have to retire by the next world cup. your time was running out, and it had essentially been cut in half by your injury.
"jenni, i'll be lucky if i ever get to step foot on a pitch again. let's just get home. i need a fucking drink." you got into the car, ignoring the look that jenni gave you. she was worried about you, despite you technically not doing anything worrisome yet.
you were depressed, and rightfully so. jenni had hoped that the doctors would have some good news for you, but they hadn't. your mood reflected that in the coming weeks as you moped around until you were cleared to start your physical therapy and rehab. your schedule for that was pretty light, especially since you had at least two more surgeries before you were in the clear.
jenni was great, and despite it being her off season, she didn't go back to spain. instead, she had moved temporarily to america to take care of you. you could tell that the move was hard on her, but she couldn't think of letting you stay by yourself. she was afraid that you'd do something stupid or dangerous if she left you alone.
you hated it, and because of that, you started to hate her as well. you hated that jenni kept looking at you like you were made of glass. you hated that she touched you so gently whenever all you wanted was for her to hold you down against the mattress and make you forget the past four months of your life. you hated jenni, and even more so, you hated that she never showed any resentment towards you.
there was always only ever going to be so much that jenni could handle. ten months out of your injury with only one more surgery to go, it all came crashing down around the two of you. the cracks in jenni's patience with you were starting to show, so she had taken a little vacation to spain without you. it wasn't for more than a few days, but it was long enough for your anger to betray you and turn into complete despair.
you had a family history of being fucked up. addiction, depression, anxiety, and a long list of other issues had plagued nearly every other member of your family for as long as you could remember. your parents had both tried to prepare you for the worst of it, and for a time, you thought that you had seen it. you had forgone taking your pain medicine because you had been terrified fo getting hooked on it. there never should have been so many pills in the house, but jenni knew she couldn't have just taken your extra ones with her to spain.
you wanted to call jenni, but she'd talk you down. you didn't feel like you deserved it. you had treated her so badly for nearly a year, to the point where she left the continent to get away from you. however, you believed that you owed her at least a text. something to thank her for taking care of you and apologize for being such a piece of shit for so long.
the time zone different meant that jenni should have been fast asleep. you didn't count on jenni being wide awake at 2 am. how could you have known that she hadn't been sleeping well since you got hurt. the vacation to spain should have been relaxing, but jenni couldn't quiet the voice in the back of her head warning her that you still weren't doing any better mentally. that was why she hadn't even finished reading your text before she was calling some of your american teammates to check up on you, hopeful that it wasn't too late.
âŠ
"i'm here! i'm here!" jenni was nearly tripping over herself as she ran into your hospital room. she stopped when she saw you. you had expected her to start yelling at you or something, but instead she just broke down in front of you.
"i'm sorry," you apologized. jenni tried to tell you not to be sorry, but she couldn't get it out. all she could do is kneel by your bed and cry as your hand weakly ran through your hair. "it should have worked."
"i-is that how you really feel?" jenni asked you. you realized that wasn't at all what she wanted to hear, and suddenly you were filled with guilt. all of that hate and anger that you had felt before came back, but this time it was fully directed towards yourself.
"yes," you whispered. jenni wiped her eyes and stood up as she stared down at you. "i've been awful to you. how can you still love me?"
"are you fucking stupid?" jenni regretted her words as soon as they left her mouth. for the first time in months, jenni finally saw you cry. "shit. shit, shit, shit, c'mere. i'm sorry, i didn't mean it like that. i love you, i want to see you get better."
"jenni, i'm not sure that there is a better. what if i come back and this happens all over again? i think that i need to retire and take some time by myself," you told her.
"a-are you breaking up with me?" jenni asked you. there was a flash of anger in her eyes, one that completely overshadowed the hurt. "i took care of you for almost a year. i waited for you to get better, to be yourself again because i love you so much. you can't just make a decision like this by yourself, not when you aren't in the right headspace."
"jenni, they're keeping me here on a hold for a while until i can prove that i'm okay. i'm selling my place here. i don't want us to be over, but i think that if you can find someone who actually deserves you while i'm gone, then you should go for it. and if you don't by the time that i'm better, then i'd really like you to consider letting me come back to you," you told her. jenni didn't like the sound of that, but it wasn't a clear breakup. it was a break, if anything, and jenni knew for a fact that she wouldn't find someone else unless you actually forced her to. "i've already been let out of my contracts, they're just waiting to make the announcements."
"i wish that you'd reconsider this, but i am glad that you can make rational decisions," jenni said. you nodded as you gave her hand a little squeeze. there was a chair by your bed, but jenni crawled right in next to you. she had a couple days to stay with you before you were moved to the facility that you'd call home for as long as it took you to get better. jenni didn't know when you'd be back, but she kept a calendar to keep count of the days you were gone.
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when your credit card declines pt. 1
featuring: nanami and toji (pt. 2 with sukuna, geto, and gojo coming soon!! i was going to include it all in one but wanted to feed you guys because its been soooo long!)
thank you so much to @luvxoxo for the request!! i loved writing it and hope this is what you had in mind!! for anyone that has a request/just wants to chat, my ask box is open!!
so sorry this took so long! i promise i'm back đ
Nanami
you decide to take yourself on a little shopping spree after surviving this week (or most of it anyways). todayâs entitled customers pushed you over the edge, with the workday ending with a screaming match and the bakery closing early. after running it for the past five years, you hadnât gotten a customer as rude as the one you got today. upset about their iced tea having too much ice, they proceeded to throw the entire glass on nobara, one of your employees.
after trying to call your boyfriend, kento, and his phone going to voicemail, you started to lose it. practically glaring a hole through your phone, you waited for the voicemail beep. when it went off, so did you.
âkento iâm so fucking annoyed right now. i hate everyone and i just need to go shopping. donât wait for me for dinner, iâll be at the mall.â
angrily speeding out of the bakery parking lot and to the mall, you slam the car door as you take out your credit card, ready to spend your entire lifeâs savings on retail therapy. you werenât even sure how much you had in your bank account, but you were ready to test it.
you walk into onitsuka tiger and begin pulling things off the rack. after eying their newest runway collection in your favorite youtuberâs videos, you have your heart set on their winter coats and midi dresses. you also need at least two of their shoes in different colors.
too bothered to try anything on, you walk to the counter with everything in your arms. people glance over their shoulders at you, watching you periodically drop things on your way to the cashier. you grumble and bend down to pick the clothes up, still too annoyed to care about anything besides your shopping. as you approach, you spot a familiar blondie talking to the cashier.
he turns around with a concerned look in his eyes and a gigantic onitsuka tiger bag in his hand. he walks towards you after glancing behind him to thank the cashier. âsweetheart⊠i listened to your voicemail... are you okay? do you want to get some wetzelâs pretzels and talk about it?â
while you look at him, confused, he takes all the clothes from your hands and walks around the store to put them back. âwe can get the cinnamon kind you likeâ he tries.
âken, I was going to buy those.â you snap, mildy infuriated.
he pulls your resisting body into a hug and kisses your forehead. âhoney, you spent almost the entirety of your bank account on those three pairs of gentle monster sunglasses last weekâ he chuckles.
you glare at him. saying âno i did not,â knowing full well that you did. your âentire lifeâs savingsâ was currently at a grand total of 50 dollars.
he takes your hand and brushes your fisted knuckles with his thumb as hands you the giant bag in his hands. âtext me next time you run out of money, okay? i want to provide for you.â
âbut you never spend money on yourself, ken.â you say, slowly looking through the bag. in it is every single thing you had in your hands earlier and more. the black denim dress, long brown coat, navy blue shoes, and much, much more. you look up at your boyfriend, eyes watering at his gesture.
he shakes his head, âyou and what you want matter more to me than anything else.â he runs his hand over the back of your head, fingers gently caressing your hair. âi know this week was especially hard for you so i had these waiting here for pickup since wednesday. you just beat me here.â he chuckles. âi know this doesnât make up for those shitty customers, but i hope it makes you feel better.â
you hug him tightly, âhow did you know?â
he kisses the top of your head, âiâve been looking at your pinterest boards for inspirationâ
you pull him in for a kiss, âgenuinely, honey, I donât know how i got so lucky with you.â
âiâm the one whoâs lucky, sweetheart.â he says.
Toji
you walk through the mall with your boyfriend, squealing with excitement as you spot the new jellycat diner. âTOJI! look!â you point happily. âwhich one should i get? should i get the pizza? no wait, maybe iâll get the hot dog⊠no WAIT-â
he chuckles, âdoll, didnât your paycheck just come in? you can probably get a bunch.â
you look at him with giant puppy dog eyes, âwanna buy it for me?â
he scratches the back of his neck, âuhh⊠i mightâve spent my entire paycheck at the casino⊠sorry, maâ
âoh my god, âji, how are we supposed to eat?â you rub your forehead, âyou promised no more casino.â
he pulls your hand closer to him, âi know⊠shiu wanted to go for his birthday and i got carried away. iâm really sorry, doll.â
you huff, âif you go again, iâm going to shoot you.ïżœïżœïżœ stomping off without him, you pick up the two jellycats you want and bring them to the counter. âjust these two, please!â the cashier bundles them up for you and motions for you to swipe your card.
âyour card declined, could you try swiping it again?â the cashier asks.
you internally panic. âsure!â you say, swiping it again. youâre starting to doubt the fact that you cashed your paycheck in. unfortunately for you, your card declines three more times and you end up walking out of the store embarassed and empty handed.
after listening to tojiâs endless apologies on the way home, he promises to make it up to you when he receives his next paycheck. you nod, deciding to forgive him before heading out to dinner with your best friend, shoko. with the amount of money in your card, youâre pretty sure that all you can afford is an onigiri from 7/11.
as you pull out of the driveway, you think you hear the whirring of your ancient sewing machine, but youâre not quite sure. youâre not even sure if that thing works anyway.
when you return home, tojiâs nowhere to be found. knowing that he didnât have plans to work today, you wander through the rooms of your apartment, calling his name. when you get to the dining table, you spot a half-crumpled post-it and concerningly ugly plushies that you think are kinda ugly-cute.
as you get closer, you realize that they kind of resemble the pizza and hotdog jellycat plushies you almost bought at the mall. their drawn-on sharpie eyes stare back at you as you take in their half-sewn and half-glue-gunned appearance. they have hot glue strings and threads poking out of the sides, but youâre falling in love with them nonetheless. you laugh as you think about toji giving up on using the sewing machine halfway through. hugging them tightly, you read the post-it toji left on the table.
"hey doll, iâll be back in a bit, just finishing up something real quick. love you" it reads, with a hastily scribbled heart.
fifteen minutes later, toji walks through the door, hair tousled and the real jellycat pizza and hot dog plushies in one arm and chinese takeout in the other.
he grins, âhey doll.â
you run up to him and throw your arms around his neck. âdid you make these?â you ask, referring to his handmade plushies.
he grimaces a little, âyeah, theyâre kinda ugly, huh?â
you laugh and shake your head, âno, âji, i love them, thank you so muchâ
he hands you the jellycats in his hands, âi got the real ones for you too because i canât fuckinâ look at my ugly onesâ
when you look at his hands, you see that theyâre covered in glue gun burns and bandages. you run your hands over the sewing machine and glue gun damages asking, âi thought you didnât have money?â
âi pickpocketed people on the street.â
you look at him, âtoji, please, for the love of god, tell me that youâre joking.â
he just laughs, âyeah sure doll, iâm just jokinââ he says, knowing you donât believe him in the slightest.
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đ anon back with another request!~
Can I order a Dr.stone headcanon where they depetrify the younger twin (by a damn second) of their s/o and is just like âuntil I die youâre not allowed near them, nuh uh.â This would be even better if all of the men are wrapped around their s/oâs finger
I hope that it wasnât hard to understand once again, I wish you a great time and that you take care of yourself!
Thank you very much if you do this request<3
I love this request! Thank you so much!
Characters, in order: Ryusui, Gen, Senku, Ukyo, Chrome. (The five wise generals :)) Bonus: Hyoga.
Yall might notice I play up Chromeâs beef with Ryusui. Itâs funny to me. I know the donât hate each other đ
Context for All:
S/O and character met and started dating after the petrification.
S/Oâs (barely) younger twin only gets woken up after some months or so.
Ryusui Nanami:
You and Ryusui both go to wake up your twin from the stone together.
Once your twin breaks free of the stone, they are looking, confused, at you and Ryusui joined hands.
They spit out some kind of âwho are you?â At him. And he gives them a cheery, enthusiastic answer, calling himself your dedicated boyfriend.
Your twin doesnât like him. (Chrome is cheering somewhere in the background)
They tell him to watch himself. And thatâs when heâs confused.
What did he do?
Then they pull you away often, finding excuses. Eventually, out right telling him to stay away from you, but not in front of your face.
This is like putting him in a straight jacket for a week. Heâs attached to you most the time like a magnet, but now your twin is repelling him out.
He tries to win them over too. Gifts. Words. Whatever.
Heâd explain himself by loudly exclaiming how much he loves you.
This is worsening it.
I think your twin would come around when theyâre around him for a while and notice just how much he does for you. Itâs not just things he HAS done for you, he does things too.
Like when they watch you get hurt, only slightly, not bad enough to warrant being carried, but he carried you an hour walk back to the village anyways.
They wonât tell him, but they approve now.
Gen Asagiri:
Another one I can totally see a sibling disliking at first.
When you wake up your twin and bring them back to the village, Gen is waiting for you. He greets them too.
And your twin tells you his smile looks creepy, quietly, but he heard it, and being who he is, he smiles more sinister and says some comment.
Mistake. Your twin doesnât like him.
Now he spends all his time trying to use his mentalist tricks to get your twin to like him, but theyâre really good at dodging all that shit and glaring at him.
Knowing heâs a huge liar, your twin asks you how you can trust him. How do you know heâs not sleeping around.
They heard him joke about harem, and when you all went to treasure island, you werenât with them, but he joked about wanting a hug from Amaryllis.
Your twin reports this back to you, and you inform them that you canât take his words at any sort of face value.
He wants peopleâs reactions.
It would take a lot, watching genuine interactions, for your twin to warm up to you being with the worldâs âgreatest liar.â
Overall, theyâd just have to learn to understand heâs hard to understand.
So for a while, they donât get that. They are annoyed by his antics. So they secretly throw out some vague threat one night, and then your bf is suddenly not coming around.
This makes you upset, but eventually you notice he looks ever so slightly scared of your twin. And you put two and two together.
I think like how people come to trust Gen eventually once they see through him (as much as you can see through Gen, heâs a tough one) your twin would eventually just notice he means well.
Then theyâre just watching closely from a distance.
Heâs terrified.
Senku Ishigami:
Your twin is so justified. Lets just start there. This one isnât even a full on misunderstanding. This would be Senku acted like a bitch, because heâs just too forward to give a fuck, and now they think heâs a bitch.
Not to mention, heâs not exactly intimidated. Just annoyed when your twin wakes up from the stone and immediately goes to telling him to stay away.
You didnât warn him about this.
Everybody seems to like Senku though, they begin to realize.
They spend a while figuring out why.
And for a while, even with that information. They keep him far away from you because they donât think he treats you right.
He has an ex wife? He divorced her? He talks to her like that didnât happen?
Yeah, he better keep his ass 10 kilometers away at all times.
Then eventually they notice how he does his best for you. Heâs a busy man. Heâs got a lot on his plate. Once they recognize this, they begin to warm up to him.
He makes things to make your life easier, and when nobody is looking, except your twin, secretly, heâs affectionate (as much as Senku can be)
They let him off the hook.
Ukyo Saionji:
It wouldnât happen.
But letâs say for SOME reason, they dislike him. Just because they donât want you to get hurt. They have trust issues with that kind of thing. Maybe youâve been with some men, or anybody really, theyâve watched you cry over before.
They think nobody deserves you.
Not even Ukyo. Bless his heart.
They threaten the poor man.
Heâs not scared to go around you, but they refuse to include him in anything. Actively trying to shun him.
Honestly, in this scenario, youâd have to stand up for him a bit because he did nothing to warrant this.
Eventually, with some discussion with you, and maybe some heartfelt conversation Ukyo had with them about you, theyâd come around.
Heâs got a good record, and he just doesnât want to see anybody get hurt?
Yeah, theyâll come around.
Chrome:
You were so excited to introduce your twin to your new boyfriend. Because how could anybody dislike Chrome?
Your twin does. Your twin dislikes him.
Letâs just say heâs annoyed, and hurt. And he literally thinks about you 24/7 so how is he supposed to just stay away from you???
How can they do this to him?
This is psychological torture.
Suika tries to help him. 100%.
Your twin thinks Suika is adorable, but he sent a kid instead of talking to them???
Theyâre on your twinâs âshit list.â Heâs the only one on the list right now.
He tries to show off now hoping that your twin will think heâs cool and let him back near you.
If this was the modern era, he would have stood outside your window with a boombox. Or talked to you Romeo and Juliet style, with the boombox ready. But he doesnât have a boombox. Or any skill to play a musical instrument. He doesnât even know what that is.
He starts shouting things loud enough so that you can hear them, but without getting anywhere near you.
Your twin notices his persistence, and the way he looks at you, and eventually lets up.
Hyoga Akatsuki:
Your twin immediately heard about what he did.
Heâs banned from your eyesight, the ground you walk on, the air you breathe.
They threaten him, and he smiles. Theyâre pissed, because how can he care so little?
Your twin has GUTS for doing anything about this man.
He keeps his distance at first, honestly just not thinking itâs worth it.
But admittedly, heâs more attached to you than he says he is.
They start to notice him sneaking around at night, when he thinks theyâre not looking, just to see you.
Though they think about going off on him, they donât. They just watch from a distance, ready to attack him if they need to. Theyâre not afraid of him. (They probably should be but they fear NOTHING)
They notice he doesnât do anything. Often times heâll just sit there, and the two of you exchange a few words. Clearly just happy to be together.
And they realize heâs got a soft spot for you.
Heâs a cold man, usually his exchanges have malicious intent, but your twin is smart enough to notice that he doesnât have any malicious intent here.
He gains nothing from these actions. Well he does, but not an upper hand. Just a warm feeling.
Likely theyâll just walk by the two of you and wave, continuing walking, and thatâs how theyâll let him know heâs off the hook.
They keep an eye out though, for him in general. Because even if itâs clear heâs smitten with you, heâs still a concerning man.
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favorite things | pmylm drabble (jyh)
âą favorite things - drabble one // ft. the pmylm couple
summary:Â yunho's been having a rough time adjusting to the 'real world' and gets upset when he can't have the person he needs the most right away.
words:Â 2.8k
warnings:Â cussing/mature language, jealousy/insecurities, yuyu is upset and doesn't really know how to control his feelings rn cause he is just a tired boy đ, a small lil fight, the awkward silent treatment, yuyu and yeo talk thru his feelings for a bit, kissing/making out, sorry if i missed anything i quickly whipped the rest of this in bed lol
a/n: whipped this baby up because i just felt the need to and i missed my babies!! (+ this lil IG inspo hehe) more drabbles to come đ«¶đŒ love you in slow motion update this weekend annnnd iâm gonna have to push back the fallen angel hwa fic cause im all over the place đ„č but weâll do better!! lol stay tuned!!
Yunho has entered the real world and he is exhausted. When his mom used to joke about living and working in this so-called real world, he used to think it was just a thing to keep him on his toes, shake him up a little bit.
Nope, that shit was all real.
And he hates it.
He hates it because it's the one thing that brings another fight to the table for your relationship. Ultimately, Yunho knows all he has to do is adjust and he'll be fine in the long run. Both of you will be fine in the long run.
But today, that feels like a stretch and he is short of patience. Unusually short of patience than usual. He knows you don't mean any harm but for some odd reason, today he feels like the world is going to swallow him alive and everything is triggering.
The first thing is the fact that he has to stay a bit later than usual to finish up a project he had been working on. He was hoping to rush home and spend some time with you before you were off to practice for the evening, spending 2-3 hours with your friends and the group.
That didn't happen.
So, when he gets home and you've already texted him saying you've left with a sad, crying face, he's bummed. He gets himself comfortable anyway, heating up a cup of ramen since he's not too hungry. Maybe he'll get some food with you when you're outâ it's one of his favorite things to do.
Now, the second thing that makes him a little more irked is the fact that 2-3 hours go by and you haven't texted. He knows practice can run long, but it's also a little unusual for you to not keep him updated. You finally do a bit past 8pm with a quick:
you: hi baby, sorry! practice was a bit busy, i was caught up during breaks. i'll be home soon then i'll come over after i shower, okay? wait for me (: we should go on a food run! hehe
yunho: sounds good, love. i'll be here.
It closes to 9pm and Yunho isn't hungry anymore. The cup of ramen will do since there seems to be a dim chance of getting food with you, especially when you tell him you'll be over in a quick second but youâre still nowhere to be found. Yunho charges to the door anyway and is hoping to greet you when he swings the door open. Instead, he's greeted with you laughing and giggling with Hyunjin downstairs in the lot as he hands you a bag of to-go food.
Let's set the record straightâ Yunho loves your friends. He knows he can trust them, and he knows they're all genuinely good people. He's always been happy you had a good group of people around you.
It's just today, he really, really missed you. After a long ass day. And he knows you [and Hyunjin] mean no harm in your actions, but he can't help but feel a tad bit insecure [and slightly jealous] that you aren't rushing over to see him after not being with him all day. He knows he can blame this on the fact that he's exhausted and a little short on patience. God knows he really did try to keep it cool and brush it off.
He couldn't help it.
Yunho shuts the door again, leaving it unlocked for whenever you feel ready to come upstairs and hang out with him. He sits on his computer chair, irritated, and throws on a game to distract himself momentarily. Maybe it'll help ease whatever he's feeling,
But, nope.
It doesn't.
Because when you walk in, you're still yelling out to Hyunjin and whoever before you shut the door, place the food on the counter and walk into his room. You throw your arms around him from behind and Yunho lets out a small, audible sigh. That was already alarming enough for you, but you still dip your head to the side and try to grab his attention.
"Hi." You place a quick, chaste quick to his cheek, but Yunho doesn't move.
"Hey."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Is all he says plainly. "I was just waiting for you."
"I know, but Hyunjin stopped by to give us foodâ"
"I thought we were gonna grab food together?"
"Oh." You frown because it completely slipped your mind, or else, you would've left the food at your own apartment to save it for tomorrow instead. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't think he was gonna swing by with food. We all left each other earlier without any plans ofâ"
"It's okay." He taps your arms as a signal for you to let go of him. "You should go eat."
"We can share, there's more than enoughâ"
"All good." It's petty of Yunho, he knows. For him, it's the fact that you told him you wanted to go on a food run after practice. Another small, but meaningful thing you two did often. He doesn't blame Hyunjin for anything at all, no. There was no way of preventing that, and who the fuck was he to make you reject food from a friend?
He just wished he could take you to get food. Watch you order your favorites and do your happy dance in his passenger's seat. It's another one of his favorite things.
"Yunho." You slowly step aside and sit on his bed, your appetite all of a sudden gone from how distant your boyfriend is being. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset."
"It's fine."
"Is it really? Because something feels off and I wanna know what I did so I can fix it."
"It's nothing, Y/N." You almost flinch at the way he calls you your name instead of his cute endearing nicknames. It throws you off guard so much that you resort to a flimsy, broken:
"Okay." It's barely above a whisper. You stand to head back out to the kitchen, quietly eating a bit of Hyunjin's extra to-go thai food before setting some aside in a tupperware for Yunho and placing it in the fridge. The rest of the night goes.. like that.
In silence. With weird tension.
You hate it.
You wish you could just fix whatever you did wrong, or that Yunho would tell you no matter how 'silly' it may sound. He's always been so good with communicating, even during small disagreements, you weren't sure why he was avoiding it this time around.
You quietly get ready for bed, brushing your teeth and flossing before changing out of your sweats and hoodie to Yunho's shirt. You pad into the room, slipping yourself deep under the sheets and pull up some vlogs on Youtube that you need to catch up on.
"Tired?" Yunho asks from his computer chair, still playing his game.
"Mhm." You look at him, hoping he'd come over to kiss you, cuddle you. Shut off the computer and lay next to you, show you any kind of affection. He doesn't budge, though. You feel your bottom lip trembling, your heart slowly cracking in various places. You have to take a breath to prevent yourself from crying, and Yunho can feel it. He can feel your gaze on him, he can tell you're seconds away from crying. So, Yunho stands and shuts off his computer. But, he starts to head out to the living room and you're on the verge of breaking down. His way of avoiding the issue and getting more upset was to shut down. Deflect.
This wasn't like Yunho at all so you knew something was wrong; something was that bothersome to him.
"Baby." You call for him softly, and he just looks at you. You can tell he's conflicted between keeping this up and dropping it entirely, but it doesn't seem to be enough. It's not enough for him to drop it because his expression doesn't change. He still seems cold, distant. Tired. Unlike the Yunho you're so, so used to seeing and having.
"I'm just tired. Go to sleep."
"Where are you going?"
"The living room."
"Let me come with you."
"Y/N. Please go to sleep. I told you nothing was wrong." You watch the way his jaw slightly ticks before brushing you off completely and leaving the room, shutting the door behind him. A loud sigh escapes his lips as he treads to the couch and plops onto it, leaning his head back onto the edge. He shuts his eyes, giving himself some time to sort through his feelings because what the fuck, Jeong Yunho?
He knows this is much needed, though. He needed to step away for a second to regroup. He doesn't want to unintentionally hurt you by saying or doing things that he doesn't mean. He's tired, and he's acting like a fucking baby because he just wanted you at so many points todayâ yet, the universe just didn't let him have you. That wasn't your fault.
None of this was your fault.
He needed to do better. Just because he was exhausted, didn't mean he had to act this way towards you.
"Yo." Yeosang walks through the door, dropping his duffle bag to the floor as he steps out of his shoes. "You good?" He furrows his brows at the sight of Yunho just resting his head back with his eyes shut close.
"Mhm."
"Where's Y/N?"
"In the room." Odd, Yeosang thinks. It's not like you two to be separated like this. It's pretty obvious Yunho is bothered by something and that you've probably gotten into a small fight over it. Yeosang isn't one to meddle much, especially when it's not his business to. But, he is concerned seeing his roommate like this. It's probably one of the rare times he ever sees Yunho upset.
"You sure everything's okay? I'm not really used to seeing you sitting out in the living room in silence like this." Yunho lets out a tiny chuckle that's barely audible, but he finally turns to Yeosang and purses his lips.
"I guess. Just exhausted lately."
"I bet. You've been working your ass off." Yeosang looks into the fridge before stepping away with a cold water bottle and heading towards Yunho. "Y/N put some food in there for you, by the way."
"Did she?"
"Yeah. It has a little sticky note on top." Of course you did, why wouldnât you? You always thought about Yunho no matter what.
"Fuck."
"What?"'
"I've been such a dick to her tonight."
"What'd you do?"
"It's so stupid." Yunho begins to explain how his day has just been all over the placeâ from work, to staying late and not being able to see you before practice, no updates until 3+ hours after practice, looking forward to a food run that didn't end up happening because of Hyunjin. All Yeosang can do is laugh a bit and shake his head.
"Dude, we all have bad days. It's inevitable. You're still adjusting so don't be so hard on yourself. It's hard going from a routine you were so used to, especially with Y/N. Then, having to switch it up and play tetris with your time. It's not easy. But also, I'm sure Y/N has been feeling the same way. She's just doing what she can to support you first and foremost. She'd never hurt you intentionally, and I know she'd always choose you in the end." Yunho's head drops as he leans onto his knees and sighs again.
"Fuck, you're right. I don't know why today was so difficult. I guess it all piled on for me and I didn't know how to sort through it."
"All good. Shit happens." Yeosang shrugs. "Anyway. I'm gonna head to bed. You should probably do the same. I know she's probably waiting for you."
"Thanks." Yeo gives him a little dap before he's off to get comfy and end his day. Yunho stays on the couch for a few more minutes before he brushes his teeth and washes up for bed. He stands in the bathroom for a few more seconds before gaining the courage to finally talk to you about everything that's been going on today. When he walks in, you're still bundled under the sheets, but your phone is against the wall and a video is playing. He can hear you sniffling through the video though, and he knows you've been crying.
God dammit, Yunho.
"Baby?" You hear Yunho softly call your name as he slips into bed and wraps his arms around you.
"Mhm?" You respond, still facing away from him.
"Can we talk?" You sigh and exit the video, locking your phone before turning towards Yunho and setting your phone onto the table.
"Don't force yourself if you aren't ready to."
"I am, and I'm sorry." He looks at you with those puppy dog eyes and it instantly feels like you have your loving, incredibly sweet and attentive boyfriend back.
"What happened?"
"I don't really know. To be honest, I don't have that great of an explanation. I was just tired and I was really looking forward to seeing you before practice. I couldn't see you then because of work, so I was even more excited to see you after practice and to go on our run together. But, you came later and the whole thing with Hyunjinâ" He pauses and shakes his head. "It was so stupid and childish of me. I didn't need to act that way, and I'm so sorry I was such a dick to you over that." You cup his cheek and caress the surface with your thumb.
"You should've just told me, babe."
"It's so dumb, though?" He furrows his brows, mainly at himself.
"Nothing is dumb. Whatever hurts you, hurts me. We're in this together, remember? We're on the same team. I just need you to communicate and be honest, like you always tell me. Okay? I'll do anything to fix it and make it better. I'm your safe space like you are mine."
"I know." He leans into your touch before placing a soft kiss to your palm. "I'll do better."
"We have our bad days and that's okay. It won't make me love you any less. Tell me if you need space or if you need anything from me. I want you to be happy and comfortable."
"I know."
"Okay. And I'm sorry about the food run. I promise I'll keep my end of it next time."
"Wasn't your fault, baby. Nothing could have prevented that." You give him a tiny, toothless smile before kissing the tip of his nose.
"Are we okay?" He nods.
"I'm so sorry. I didnât mean to make you feel that way.â He repeats before leaning in to peck you on the lips. He holds the kiss before parting and looking you in the eye, brushing the hair away from your face. He dips in for another kissâ this time, it's deeper. More passionate. His hand comes down to the small of your back as he presses against you, slipping his tongue in to fight for dominance against yours. The kiss is so full of love and neediness, but there's no push or pressure to make anything out of it.
So, Yunho continues to kiss you. Pushing up against you ever so slightly while parting from your lips to leave a trail across your jaw.
Your chin.
Your neck.
Back up to your lips.
He loves the way you softly sigh in content, listening to him repeatedly whisper 'I love you' against your lips. Into your neck. Across your jaw. He loves the way you gently bite onto his bottom lip as a way of asking for more. He loves the way your fingers tug on the ends of his hair, the way you press your lips against his cheek, forehead, nose. The way you caress his cheeks and never let him go.
It's amongst the many on his list of favorite things.
He continues to coo you and praise you in between kisses throughout the night, smiling while hearing your giggles and smothering you with more kisses until you find yourself getting sleepy. He holds you close and sings a soft lullaby, playing with your hair as you drift off to sleep with the cutest smile on your face. He canât help but admire you, fighting the exhaustion thatâs been hitting him all week for a little longer. He fights it until he canât anymore but fuck it, itâs all worth it.
Because sitting at the very top of his favorites list is you.
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Iâve been waiting for you to open your requests đ©I had to write my ideas down as to not forget them lol
But could you write a Rowaelin x Reader where Rowan accidentally calls Reader Aelin? and Reader gets upset and kind of jealous đ
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Rowaelin x ReaderÂ
Summary: Rowan keeps calling you Aelin
Warnings: jealousy
A/N: thank you for the request!!
Rowan heard the door swing open, his magic singing to the breeze flowing in, the combined scents of his two favorite people.Â
âAelin, could you take a look at -âÂ
âTry again,â he heard your voice, not raised but sharp and short, a tone he wasnât used to hearing directed at himself. No, that was usually saved for courtiers that pissed you off royally.Â
The door slammed shut, a muscle in his jaw ticked. He hated slammed doors and you knew that.Â
Aelinâs scent had been so strong, you mustâve just come from spending time with her. Heâd figure out what was wrong later - no, later didnât feel right. Later wasnât good enough.Â
He frowned at the papers in front of him. Military movements and plans, not needed til the end of the week. Rowan shoved them to the back of his desk, placing a heavy glass paperweight on top. He hated paperwork anyway,a nd youâd always come before it if he could help it. Right now was one of those times.Â
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You found Fenrys first. He read the fury lining your features and dismissed the guard he was speaking to, and ushered you back towards one of your favorite secluded gardens, far away from prying eyes and ears.Â
âAre you sure you werenât -â he hesitated at the end, with good reason.Â
âIf you say overreacting I will throw something.âÂ
He fixed you with a look. You sighed.Â
âIt was the third time. This week. He always assumes itâs Aelin, thatâs the problem.âÂ
âYou sound jealous.âÂ
âI am,â the words slipped out before you could think better of them. Itâs true, it always felt like there was something they had together and you wouldnât be able to share with them.Â
âHave you communicated this?â Fenrys prompted.Â
âNo,â you sounded a tad too petulant.Â
âI donât know much about triads but that does seem important,â he said dryly. You wanted to smack him, mainly because heâs right. âSpeaking of communicating,â Fenrys continued, âyou can stop hiding Rowan.âÂ
Fenrys disappeared before you could make good on your thoughts of violence.Â
Rowan, per usual, didnât look even the smallest bit ashamed at being so damn nosy.Â
âThat was a private conversation,â you said - accused. He shrugged. Asshole.Â
Turning your back, you took a few steadying breaths. He waited. âIâm assuming you heard everything.âÂ
âYes.â Footsteps. Rough hands gripping your shoulders, turning you gently. Green eyes meeting your own. âIâm sorry.âÂ
Your lips parted, before slamming shut. You were surprised at the rare apology from him, although you thought it was well deserved.Â
âJust stop calling me Aelin.âÂ
âI think itâs deeper than that, love.â His hand slid around your back to pull you closer, warmth enveloping you. A kiss to the top of your hea.Â
He wasnât entirely forgiven, not yet, but you could lean into his warmth for now.Â
âWe need ot talk,â you murmured, âthe three of us.âÂ
âI hope you donât think youâre leaving,â his voice was teasing but his body tensed.Â
Your immediate ânoâ relaxed him.Â
âCommunication is important,â you parroted Fenrys and Rowan had the good grace not to comment on it.
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Memories Feel Like Weapons
Edmund Pevensie x gn!reader
Summary: âPeople can be different. They can change. Youâve changed.â Gently, you use your pointer finger to hook his chin and turn his face towards you, making him look you in the eye. âYouâre a good king, Edmund, and an even better man. A good brother. A good boyfriend. Everyone has forgiven you for what you did as a child.â A/N: What's up, y'all?! It's been freezing these past few days and I hate it! đ„Ž So this is for all you other lovelies who are currently being plagued by SAD đ«¶đœ Also, in case it's not clear in the fic, for the purposes of the story, we're just gonna assume that reader's parents also sent them off to the country during the war to stay with the professor, that they met the Pevensie's there, and went to Narnia with them. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! â€ïž Warnings: Edmund has SAD but it's Narnia so it's never actually called that, the author is (once again) overusing commas
As interesting and as magical a place as Narnia is, youâre willing to admit that diplomatic negotiations are something that usually bore you to tears.
You try to take an interest, you really do, for Edmundâs sake. Political wheeling and dealing is his bread and butter. Youâre not particularly adept at it yourself. Edmund has tried to explain the finer points to you many times, but itâs not something that you can wrap your head around. But maybe thatâs just because you get too distracted thinking about how good looking your tutor is. Sometimes you raise a question or a particular point that you know heâll jump to answer just to see how passionately he talks about his favorite subject. As far as you know, he hasnât caught on yet.
Today proves to be different, though.
A chill in the air greets you when you awake. A crackling sound from the corner tells you that a servant has crept in at some point and started a fire in the hearth to stave off the cold. Blinking to adjust your eyes to the light, youâre greeted by the type of cold, white sunlight that announces a wintery morning and the seasonâs signature magical touch that often appears overnight â snow.
You leap out of bed, gasping when your feet kiss the cold floor. Hurrying to put on slippers, you wrap yourself in a fluffy robe and hurry to the door.
Edmund hates the winter. He hates the snow even more. No one can blame him for that. But youâre the only person heâs confessed this to.
Sure, his siblings might suspect as much. Those first few years in Narnia, no one dared suggest that they play in the snow whenever it arrived, for fear of what it might imply, and for fear of inadvertently upsetting the youngest Pevensie brother. After a few more years, he would find excuses to be tucked away in his library on snowy days, and no one would breathe a word of the fun they had without him while he was around. A delicate subject and a fine dance around it, to say the least.
It was only last winter that Edmund confided in you, and only because you had recently become a couple. He said the winter was hard enough on its own, but the snow brought back too many bad memories, ushered in nightmares so vivid that he sometimes woke up questioning what was real and what wasnât.
This is going to be a rough day for him, to say the least. Which puts a damper on the mood, since ambassadors from a nearby kingdom are arriving to negotiate trade â something he was so looking forward to.
âEdmund?â Your voice seems too loud for the quiet library, and the echo makes you flinch slightly at the loudness of your own voice, at the desperate quality it holds.
Stepping further inside the room, you listen, and tune into the crackling of the fireplace along the far wall. You follow it until you can see the chairs in front of it, and in one of them, Edmund, slumped over a large tome, asleep.
Heâll have a crick in his neck from sleeping that way, you think. If you hadnât known why he was here, finding him in his favorite place like this would be sweet. It still tugs on your heartstrings, yes, but in a different, heavier way.
âEdmund?â You gently shake his shoulder before stepping back.
The Just King startles awake, his book slipping out of his lap. His eyes are wide and wild as they flick across the room, struggling to make sense of his surroundings. Finally, they land on you and soften. â(Y/N)?â
âGood morning, sleepy head,â you reply, trying to keep your tone light, casual. âIf you say that your neck doesn't hurt after sleeping like that, then youâre a liar.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â The painful popping noises that echo from his spine say otherwise, but you let it go. Slowly, he rises, stretches, and then takes a step closer to you and plants a kiss on your forehead. He sighs through his nose. âToday is the day.â
You slip your hand into his, intwine your fingers. âHow are you feeling?â
Edmund shrugs. His relationship with his siblings has improved leaps and bounds in all the years that theyâve spent in Narnia, but sometimes he still hesitates to show certain emotions around them, to express himself the way he should. Sometimes itâs easier when itâs just the two of you in a space like this where heâs comfortable.
âIâll manage.â
âIf youâre not feeling up to it â â
He squeezes your hand. âIâll be fine. Itâs just a day that I have to get through.â
âSpring will come again,â you assure him, using the mantra that you often whispered to comfort him through last yearâs winter season.
âAnd we will greet it with open arms and grateful hearts,â he finishes. He attempts a smile, but it looks more strained than usual. âDonât worry, darling. Everything will be fine.â
. . .
It is almost immediately not fine.
The ambassadors arrive in all their splendor. Fine fabrics and shimmering jewels assure that no one can take their eyes off them as they enter the hall and approach the five thrones. They bow to Peter in the center, to Susan and Lucy on his left, then to you and Edmund on his right. Servants carry golden trunks behind them. They have come to these diplomatic negotiations bearing gifts in the most literal sense.
Though you will all retire to a separate chamber for the actual negotiations, the gift giving is a public affair for the whole court to witness. And because itâs so formal, itâs rather slow.
Strong weapons forged of foreign metals are gifted, followed by clothes of their countryâs latest fashions, and small samplings of food for each of you, a different dish for you each to try based on what the ambassadors have heard about you.
Thank goodness youâre a good actress, because the ambassadors seem to think that you really do seem excited to try the food in the bejeweled silver container that they gift to you. In reality, youâre trying your hardest not to grimace at the unfamiliar looking treats inside of it, and trying hard not to become preoccupied wondering if the taste will be as . . . unique as the smell that emits from them.
âAnd finally, for King Edmund,â one of the ambassadors says with a bow before presenting a silver container to Edmund with a flourish. âI have heard a rumor that you are quite fond of these.â
Thankful for a distraction from the gift in your own hands, you turn your attention to Edmund. Sitting beside him, you are in full view of the show that his siblings are not. You can see the rosy color, the powdered sugar. The Just Kingâs smile immediately falters. Strong hands clamp the container shut before anyone else has the chance to see whatâs inside â Turkish Delight.
For a moment there is nothing but silence, the labored sound of Edmund drawing a breath. It goes on just long enough that his siblings glance at him. Only then does Edmund seem capable of forcing himself to smile, to nod, to thank the ambassador for such a thoughtful gift. If his siblings sense that something might be wrong, they donât even know the half of it.
Because what has just happened, really? Is this a slight on behalf of the other countryâs rulers? Or do they genuinely have no clue the implications of their actions?
As the exchanging of the gifts comes to a close, Edmund coughs into his fist, clears his throat. Does it again. He thumps the flat of his palm against his chest.
Peter turns to him. âAre you alright?â
âI think I just require a bit of fresh air, if youâll excuse me for a moment,â Edmund replies. He says it far too quickly, and he uses the excuse to dismiss himself from the hall. The silver container that holds the Turkish Delight has been abandoned, left behind on his throne.
It takes everything in you not to race after him, to follow him, to make sure that heâs okay. Instead, youâre stuck helplessly glancing between the doorway that heâs disappeared through and the ambassadors who wonât seem to shut up.
Finally, the niceties end. The other king and queens of Narnia begin to migrate into a separate chamber with the ambassadors to begin the negotiations.
Quickly, quietly, you catch Lucy by the sleeve of her dress and lean in close to her ear. âIâve got to go find Edmund,â you whisper. âIâm worried about him.â
Lucyâs eyes go wide, but she holds her composure under the watchful eyes of the court and the visiting representatives. âIâll cover for you,â she whispers back.
As one of the five Narnian monarchs, you donât technically need anyoneâs permission to leave â except maybe Peterâs, since heâs the High King. Still, youâre the only one whoâs not a Pevensie sibling, which can sometimes be a little isolating. Knowing that Lucy has your back boosts your confidence as you slip away, heading for the nearest place that you think Edmund might have disappeared to.
A quick search reveals that heâs not in the library. Or the armory, or any of his usual haunts. As a last resort, you duck into his bedroom, and itâs there that you find him, standing before the hearth, staring into the flames. His hand holds the place on his side where the White Witch stabbed him on the battlefield, though the gesture seems absentminded.
âEd?â You make your voice soft so as not to startle him.
He looks up, eyes wide, surprised anyway â and hurt.
You donât waste time asking if heâs okay. Instead, you cross the room to meet him in front of the fire. âOh, Edmund.â
He doesnât bother lying and saying that heâs fine. Thatâs how you know itâs bad. When Edmund Pevensie goes quiet, retreats within himself, it means that heâs truly wounded. This is something deep inside of him that aches, that rots.
Not knowing what to do, you take a seat on the rug in front of the hearth. Youâre careful not to touch him, trying to offer him the space if he needs it. But he follows your lead and takes a seat, too, which seems like a good sign.
For a while, neither of you speaks. You just sit near each other, staring into the fire. Edmund looks very numb when he finally says, âI didnât mean to leave like that. I just . . . panicked.â
âNo one blames you.â
âSeeing that stupid Turkish Delight â â He shudders. âI canât figure out if it was a poor choice given with good intentions, or if it was a slight on my honor, a reminder of what I did.â He frowns. âI suppose to some people Iâll never be Edmund the Just â Iâll only ever be just Edmund, The Traitor.â
âNo,â you protest. Space be damned; you grab his hand in yours and squeeze it, like that gesture can also grab his attention, infuse the meaning of what youâre about to say to him so that he cannot ignore it. âEdmund, youâve changed. Youâre not a traitor.â
âAnymore.â
âPeople forget that I was there, too,â you remind him. âI tried to follow you to Jadisâ castle.â
âThat was different. You were trying to stop me from betraying my family.â His brow furrows at the memory. âSo I shoved you into a snowbank and ran off without you. And then you went back to Beaverâs the help the others. (Y/N) the Loyal,â he employs the epithet that Aslan gave you, but you canât be sure why. Because of what you did then? Because youâre here with him now?
âPeople can be different. They can change. Youâve changed.â Gently, you use your pointer finger to hook his chin and turn his face towards you, making him look you in the eye. âYouâre a good king, Edmund, and an even better man. A good brother. A good boyfriend. Everyone has forgiven you for what you did as a child.â
Edmund shakes his head. âBut they havenât forgotten. And I canât, either, if Iâm being honest.â He doesnât meet your eye when he confesses, âIt haunts me, the memories. Every winter.â
âNo. But you can do something else.â You pause to make sure that you have his full attention when you make your suggestion. âYou can forgive yourself.â
Edmund blinks. As smart as he is, it seems like the thought has never occurred to him before now.
âIt doesnât have to be now,â you assure him. âItâs not an instantaneous thing. Just . . . something to work on. A project. An ongoing one.â
Silence falls between you again as he turns back to the fire. It takes a few moments before he nods, the light shining off his dark hair and his crown.
âIâll work on it,â he says, resolved. He turns back to you, and when he speaks again, his voice is so unsure, so timid, that you have the sudden urge to hold onto him with one arm and use your other to draw your sword and fend off anything or anyone in the world who might come near and cause him harm. âCan you help me do it?â
You nod. âOf course.â
âThank you,â he clears his throat, shakes his head. âIâm going to need more than my own forgiveness for being late to these negotiations.â He makes no move to get up. His gaze wanders across the room, as if seeing it for the first time, before landing on the window and studying the portal to the frozen, white world beyond it.
âYou donât have to go if you donât feel up to it.â Then, trying to lighten the mood, you bump your shoulder against his. âIâm sure Susan and Lucy ganging up on the ambassadors will give them a run for their money.â
Edmund chuckles, settles back on the rug. âGood, because I honestly donât think I can look into the eye of a person who tried to give me Turkish Delight without hitting him over the head with my sword.â
Even though youâre in a relationship, itâs maybe the most vulnerable that Edmund has ever been with you. He places his head in your lap and stares into the hearth as you card your hands through his dark locks.
âSpring is coming soon,â he mutters, his voice heavy with the sleep thatâs trying to catch up with him. âMaybe then I can start over . . . Would be nice to not have to worry about freaking out over a bad gift and embarrassing myself in front of the whole court.â
âSpring will come again,â you remind him, voice soft in case heâs already dropped off to sleep. âAnd we will greet it with open arms and grateful hearts.â Then, for good measure, you add a new line to aid you through your latest challenge. âAnd it will allow us to start over.â
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