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[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

LIKED : AI generated dialogue / @unfaes

feat. aragorn and tristan thorn.

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[kikixreverie]

It's called: freefall

Bucky x Female reader

Summary - Things get heated between you and your closest friend Bucky, when you're made to play a married couple on an important mission. Neither of you can help yourselves when you end up stuck in a hotel room together, with sexual tension you could cut with a knife.

Word count - 10k

Warnings - (18+) smut, fingering, p in v, friends to lovers, fake marriage, gross misogynistic man (not Bucko), borderline sexual harassment (not too intense, just gross words, and also not Bucky ofc), fluff, kinda angst, more misogyny.

A/N - Hi, this took me weeks to edit for some reason, sorry, and apologies if it's too long/wordy, i got carried away again. I'm not a big fan of the first half ngl, maybe that's because it's bad, or maybe it's because I've read it about a hundred times. The smut is good though, and that's what really matters.

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"It's just a quick job, I promise. It'll be easy."

Steve gave you a smile of encouragement, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed in front of him, before politely averting his gaze to the floor when you lifted your dress slightly to slide your usual dagger into the holster on your thigh.

"Then what's with the getup?" You asked, lifting your head to catch sight of yourself in the mirror opposite you, looking at the dress you had been made to wear.

It was a pretty dress, beautiful actually, the colour beautiful against your skin-tone, perfectly fitted in all the right places, and it flowed down to the floor, a slit travelling up the length of your left leg, ending at your upper thigh.

You felt confident in it, and it was certainly a boost to your ego when Natasha wolf-whistled at the sight of you and Steve turned an impressive shade of red, but it wasn't something you were used to, having spent the past few years of your life dodging and refusing Tony's party invites, sticking to the comfiest clothes you owned when walking about the compound. It was a beautiful dress, but you couldn't help but feel like an imposter wearing it.

Natasha strode over to you and slightly adjusted the placement of your knife, ensuring it wasn't visible through the dress. "Daniel Kozlov. He's been on Shield's hit list for years now, fucker keeps catching and killing our agents on the inside."

You scoffed amusedly and shook your head, "What, so you send me in to get killed too?"

"Don't underestimate yourself, I've seen you take down four armed men with a screwdriver; you'll be fine, plus, you'll have Bucky and he knows how to stay undetected." Steve reassured you and you smiled at him, nodding to his words.

You heard footsteps behind you only moments before another voice spoke up, and you turned to the door, your breath catching in your throat as you did.

"That I do," Bucky nodded to Steve as he entered the room, eyes focused on his hands, adjusting his cuff links with a furrowed brow, before he finally tilted his gaze up, meeting your wide eyes with his own.

You barely noticed him looking you up and down, as you were too busy doing the exact same thing to him, no doubt probably being incredibly obvious as you stared with your lips parted. He looked like pure fucking sin.

Unadulterated and unfiltered sin.

His suit was all black and his pale, blue eyes contrasted against the colour, somehow making them stand out even more than usual. His already incredibly muscular arms and legs were accentuated, the expensive fabric tight against his skin, without it looking strange and uncomfortable, it only drew your attention to how broad his shoulders were compared to his narrow waist, or how thick his thighs looked in the black dress pants.

Multiple silver rings graced his fingers, matching with the silver, designer watch on his left wrist and you did a double-take when you noticed that his watch was wrapped around skin, not vibranium.

"Your arm." You said, sounding more like a statement than a question and Bucky forced himself to tear his gaze from your exposed thigh and tried to hide his pink dusted cheeks and breathless intake of air as his eyes followed yours to his metal arm, now concealed by what looked to be skin.

"Yeah." His voice came out as a sigh. He didn't know why, most amputees like him he was sure would be over the moon with the impressive technology, but it just made him uncomfortable, seeing his arm how he did 70 years ago. I felt inherently wrong. "Tony."

You nodded, looking away from his hand. A part of you was annoyed Tony had given it to him, knowing that it took Bucky years to accept that part of himself, and this seemed like it would be a setback in that department, though you still understood why it was necessary, Bucky was the best for the job, and chances are a criminal as 'highbrow' as Kozlov, would recognise the arm.

You wanted to change the subject, and you could tell Bucky did too, so you huffed a laugh and met his eyes, jokingly poking his chest with your finger, "You look like a mobster."

He nodded and chuckled, "Thanks, I guess. You look like a mobster's wife."

"Wife huh? Is that what we're doing?" You ask, turning your head to look down at Nat questioningly as she finished with your dress.

"Did they not tell you?" Bucky asked and you shook your head.

"I missed the briefing but Steve here thought he'd sign me up anyway." You gave the blonde a jokey, reprimanding look and he sighed, picking up two folders from the table and handing them to you.

"Blue one is about Kozlov, and the black is about who you and Bucky are going to be playing."

You take the folders from Steve, handing the blue one to Natasha as you open the black one, "James and Lucille Walter. Hey, how come he gets to keep his name and I get Lucille?"

"That's just a coincidence and I'm sure Bucky isn't too happy about it either. You're pretending to be a real couple, James Walter is one of Kozlov's newest buyers, he doesn't know him very well though, that's why you two shouldn't be caught out by anyone."

Nodding to Steve's words, you quickly skim over the rest of the folder, memorising as much as you can, before swapping with Nat and reading the other one, "And where are the real James and Lucille Walter?"

"Dead."

You stop your reading and turn to Natasha at the sound of her voice, giving her a look when she tried to hide her smirk.

"Ah, yes. Courtesy of Natasha Romanoff herself, Mr and Mrs Walter are in fact, dead" Steve spoke dramatically, causing you to scoff and wink at the redhead beside you.

"We should leave now. I'll explain further in the car and give you a rundown of the plan. Should be an easy job." Bucky takes the folders from you and tucks them under his arm, signalling for you to walk out the door and you give Steve and Natasha a smirk before you leave.

"Wish me luck guys."

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You were picked up from the compound by one of Stark's trusted drivers and Bucky described the plan in detail to you on the way there, but as you arrived closer and closer to your destination, you felt the nerves come on.

Usually, you were behind a computer screen on missions, hacking security cameras and breaking into encrypted files, you had no doubt of your fighting skills, you've been training almost your whole life, and the few missions you've done where you've had to fight were smooth sailing, but you had never done undercover before.

You started nibbling on your lower lip as soon as the car pulled up, doubting yourself again despite the amount of times Natasha has given you a whole speech about why you had no reason to ever do that.

The door on Bucky's side opened and when he offered you his arm to help you out of the car, meeting your eyes and giving you a gentle smile, you felt the nerves calm slightly.

You and Bucky were close in a way that no one had expected, considering he had the tendency to keep himself away from people and stay quiet when he was forced to socialise. You were slow-paced and gentle with him, a huge contrast to the way Sam would constantly be on Bucky about his lack of social skills, or Tony dragging him to parties he had no interest in. Sam always has the best intentions, but sometimes can be a little too enthusiastic for Bucky, and Tony, well sometimes Tony's just a dick with full knowledge of the fact that he's being one, and not a single care in the world about it.

You and Bucky both had an understanding, you had confided in him about your fears, your anxiety, and he had managed to do the same.

You just couldn't help but develop a teeny tiny crush on him over the past few months.

"Don't work yourself up, stay in character, stay alert, and remember the plan."

Nodding to him, you took a deep breath and put yourself into character, reminding yourself of yours and Bucky's new names, keeping your head up as you entered the party, an expensive diamond wrapped around your left ring finger with a similar pattern to the silver band Bucky had on his.

The hall was beautiful, gold detailing adorned the large doors and walls, reaching up to the ceiling to create beautiful patterns against the pristine white of the building. The party-goers were even more beautiful, hundreds of gowns and suits worth more than your life, probably bought and worn for a single night, before they're discarded and forgotten in the back of their walk-in closets.

You felt like you didn't fit in at all, but you watched as party guests eyed the two of you, and they seemed to be approving.

It didn't take you and Bucky long to get situated, stood in the corner of the extravagant hall with a glass of champagne now in your hand as you surveyed the exits and bodyguards, and Bucky looked for the target.

The mission was just a small lead in a huge investigation. You and Bucky were just here to buy something from Kozlov and then get out.

"Got him, 4 o-clock. He's surrounded but he should be expecting us so it shouldn't be an issue." Bucky had leant down to whisper in your ear, his breath tickling against your neck and causing a shiver to rake over your shoulders.

Fuck, he smelled like sin too.

It made you want to take a deeper breath, made you want to pull him even closer, close enough to close that small gap between your lips and kiss him till you run out of breath, and as much as that would be inconspicuous and normal for James and Lucille Walter, it would be completely inappropriate for Bucky and Y/n.

"We shouldn't go over yet. Let's just mingle a bit, get more of a feel of this place and blend into the background as much as we can." You add, and Bucky nods, surveying the room again before meeting your eyes.

"Good idea, but when we do go over, don't make eye contact with him and don't say anything," said Bucky. You couldn't help but roll your eyes, giving him a slightly annoyed, but understanding smile, and he smiled back apologetically, "I know, it's stupid, but that's what these guys are like. If he so much as thinks that you're either, on the table or threatening his masculinity, we're in trouble. Okay?"

You understood what Bucky was saying, men like Kozlov, they see women as property, or in some cases, currency. It's best to stay off their radar as best you can, which includes not threatening his masculinity by daring to look him in the eyes.

Women were to keep their heads down.

Which was bullshit.

"Okay."

He gives you a final nod and you think he's finally about to pull away and have mercy on your heart, but before he does, he pauses and presses his soft, warm lips to your cheek in a gentle kiss.

Air gets caught in your throat as it happens, but you try not to make an audible noise, quickly pulling yourself together and reminding yourself that you and Bucky are pretending to be a couple and he's just trying to sell it better. It makes sense.

It's just pretend.

You spend the whole evening with your hand wrapped around Bucky's bicep, neither of you breaking apart for anything as random people come up to you and try to start conversations. Usually, one of you will take one for the team and has to stand there talking about money and beach houses for five minutes, plus the occasional question about kids, which seemed to make Bucky blush every time, as the other keeps an eye on Kozlov.

"So how long have you two been married?" A seemingly kind lady asks, her red dress matching her lips as they stretch into an awkward smile.

"A year in June," You respond, well-rehearsed at this point as you smile up at your pretend husband, "Can't believe how quickly it's going."

Bucky is quick thinking with the act, and he smiles down at you, his arm wrapping gently around your waist and squeezing you to his side. Your heart probably stopped beating for a moment, and you wondered how he got so good at this, before brushing the thought away and looking back to the woman in the red dress, smiling warmly at her too.

"Ah, bet you two are still in the honeymoon phase. You look completely smitten with each other, it's adorable." She scrunched her nose up on the word 'adorable', her gaze flicking between the two of you before she glanced at her own husband, standing a few feet away as he laughed with a larger group of men, a big glass of whiskey in his hand. She sighed.

You tried to keep your face neutral, smiling and nodding along, but something about what she had said had caught in your chest, and you wished you could see just for a moment from someone else's eyes, just how 'smitten' you both look.

You felt bad for the woman, who stood in the middle of the huge ballroom completely alone and abandoned by her husband, but there wasn't anything you could do for her, and Bucky was subtly hinting to you that you were to go speak with Kozlov soon, so you kissed her cheek and bid her goodbye.

You spared Bucky a quick glance and he was focused on Kozlov, his face stoic as he glanced in his direction discreetly, scanning the exits too, checking for close-by security cameras and windows again, just in case.

"I think it's time, doll." He murmured.

You quickly lift your head to meet his eyes, the pet-name he usually only used when you were tipsy and would brush it off casually, slipping off his tongue, though it had the same effect sober or not, you blushed and nodded.

He smiled at you, almost looking fond, though you were pretty sure he was just offering you a break from the stoic, mission orientated Bucky, before he took a deep breath and reached for your hand on his bicep to hold it with his own, gently squeezing before guiding you towards the target.

As you walked Kozlov's way, who was surrounded by burly, most definitely armed bodyguards, you noticed the women surrounding him too, some with their husbands and all of them looking beyond uncomfortable, staring out at the party with bored, or even nervous expressions.

"James Walter," Bucky nodded to one of the bodyguards, who had stopped you both from passing, and the bodyguard shared a look with another, before nodding and letting you walk on.

Daniel Kozlov was sat comfortably in a velvet armchair as he swirled a glass of whiskey in his hand, seemingly stuck in a boring conversation as he stared at the wall before him, completely uninterested in what the man talking to him had to say.

"Mr Kozlov, I'm James Walter, It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person."

Kozlov perked up at the sound of a new voice and a wide, Cheshire cat grin formed on his lips as he regarded you and Bucky, though you kept your eyes to the floor, or seemingly 'admiring' the expensive decorations as the men spoke.

"Ah, my new friend! I was hoping you'd show up, had a few men flake out on me recently," The man spoke dramatically, his thick European accent prevalent and images of his file flashed in your head, remembering that Shield had been taking down his buyers one by one, either arresting them on other charges or putting a bullet between their eyes as Natasha had done with the real Mr and Mrs Walter.

They weren't particularly very nice people, so you didn't hold much guilt for their deaths, or stealing their identity after the fact.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, sir. Heard you've got something I have my interests set on." Bucky's voice was smooth and charismatic, matching Kozlov's energy as best he could, and you couldn't lie, it made your blood run warmer, heat spreading to certain parts of your body you were ashamed to admit were reacting to the confidence he exuded tonight.

"Hm... I suppose I do. Do you always allow your wife to be a part of your deals?" Your looked up slightly at his mention of you, and Kozlov smirked wickedly at the expression on your face, "Women can be god-awful gossips sometimes."

This fucking guy-

Bucky squeezed your hand tightly, forcing the words from his tongue, "I assure you, sir. She is nothing to worry about."

He was just as pissed as you were.

"I don't know, she doesn't really seem like the quiet type, I reckon she's a loud-mouth once she's on her back, although I'm sure having her on her knees will shut her up nice and quiet." He chuckled darkly and Bucky's hand was holding yours so tight, his jaw clenching and unclenching, measured breaths exhaled through his nose, he still managed to keep his face blank though, as did you, quietly seething as you put on the frightened baby deer look that men seemed to love, staring down at the floor.

He needed to think you were in the same position as the other poor, frightened women here, that he'd get bored with you all the same.

You swallowed your tongue though, wanting nothing more than to speak up and put the bastard in his place, right before beating the absolute shit out of him, though you knew that would come in due time, for now all you could do was finish this fucking mission.

"She won't be a problem."

Kozlov laughed, knowing he was getting under James' skin. He stood from the armchair and nodded towards Bucky, the smile sinking, trying to look intimidating, despite the fact that he was practically less than half the size of Bucky, "Make your payment."

Bucky pulled a phone from his pocket, sending a single word in a text and waiting for the confirmation only seconds later, before tucking it away again, "Payment made."

Daniel looked over at a man sat in the corner with a laptop and when he nodded, he turned back to look at Bucky, his hand sneaking into his own pocket and pulling out a hard drive, handing it to Bucky before taking a step back and looking you up and down.

"What's your name, sweetheart?"

You swallowed your irritation, narrowly avoiding the urge to roll your eyes at the way he was eyeing you like a piece of meat, Bucky opened his mouth to speak but was quickly cut off by a glare.

"I asked the wife, not you. Name?" He spoke through gritted teeth, obviously quick to anger, and you fought back the urge to fucking bitch slap him, take the dagger from your thigh and press it to his neck, but you were sticking to the deer in headlights act.

"Lucille."

A smirk overtook his face, a healed scar on his cheek stretching as he did so, "Pretty name for a pretty thing."

At this point, Bucky was squeezing your hand so hard again, your fingers were starting to go numb, the rings he was wearing digging uncomfortably into your skin, but you didn't pull away, instead, you returned the tight grip to try to reassure him.

Taking a step closer to you, Daniel Kozlov lifted his hand to your cheek, making you flinch slightly and you clenched your jaw when the back of his hand caressed your cheek, his skin ice-cold against yours.

"I happen to collect pretty things."

Bucky felt sick to his stomach, knowing that he couldn't do anything besides stand there and watch, stepping out of line in any way would end in a fight, and he knew he couldn't risk lives, or the mission.

A part of you was expecting him to backhand you, but he never did Instead, he touched your cheek for a while longer, glancing over at Bucky with a smile before he took a step away from you and laughed at the murderous look Bucky was trying to hide, he knew that Bucky was in a position where there wasn't much he could do to stop him, and he openly mocked him for it, "I could take her off your hands for the night for you, teach her some manners. Maybe she'll learn to answer her superiors quickly, when they ask her a question."

"Not necessary." Bucky's voice was scarily even, but his jaw was aching from how hard he was grinding his teeth together and he started pulling you closer to him, shooting Kozlov a dangerous glare, "I think it's time we leave."

"Of course, of course. No doubt you need to get her to bed."

Bucky ignored his words and turned, pushing his way past the bodyguards and pulling you along by your hand, making you stumble in your heels.

"James." You called out as you tried to catch up with him. His grip on your hand was starting to hurt again but he kept walking with intent, pulling you out of the grand doors at the entrance to the hall and towards the expensive car you had arrived in.

He handed the driver a wad of cash and told him to leave, giving him a silent glare which obviously meant 'fuck off' when the guy hesitated.

As Bucky pulled open the passenger seat door and helped you into the car, you glared at him, though when he ducked his head into the car and leant over you to put your seatbelt on for you, the intensity behind the glare faded and you were left just staring wide eyed at him, and instead of yelling at him and telling him that you were perfectly capable of doing your own seatbelt, you were lost for words with how close his body was to yours, his breath fanning against your bare shoulder.

You could only breathe when he pulled away and slammed the door shut, rounding the car to get into the driver's seat, not sparing you another glance as he turned on the engine and put the car into gear, speeding off into the city.

his frustration and anger filled the space with tension.

"Bucky, you need to calm down," You tried but he continued to ignore you, one hand on the gear stick and the other gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white. You sighed, his frustration and anger filled the space with tension, and you concluded that he was a grown man who could calm himself down.

You dropped your head against the seat as you focused on the view outside your window, the lights of the city burning bright against the night sky.

You glanced at the side-view mirror, and rolled your eyes when you realised it was the same car that was behind you when you left the party, "We're being followed."

Bucky's hearing was obviously working. When he heard what you said, his eyes lifted to the rear-view mirror and he sighed heavily, "Fuck."

"Where are we gonna go? None of the safehouses are fancy enough for Mr and Mrs Walter."

"We'll have to go to a hotel, they shouldn't give us any trouble unless we seem suspicious. There's no way Kozlov would have us killed immediately after a sale, too risky," You nod at his words, knowing that Bucky was an expert at things like this due to his past with Hydra, he knew how men like Kozlov worked, how their brains ticked, and you trusted him completely. "Okay, I know where to go." He said as you kept an eye on the car, taking note of the plate number and trying to get a view of the person driving it, "Text Nat with the burner in my pocket, tell her we'll be at The Pierre, tell her to bring backup just in case but keep them minimally armed, it's just a precaution."

You sigh again, looking away from the car behind you and back to Bucky, "Which pocket?"

"Inside pocket, left side."

You nibbled on your lower lip as you reached over to him, and he tilted his body to you slightly in assistance. Bucky gulped, and you blushed as your hands brushed against his shirt when you reached into his suit jacket, searching for the pocket.

His body was incredibly warm and it only made you want to draw out the situation even longer as Bucky fought to keep his concentration on the road and the car behind, but eventually, your fingers brushed against the phone and you hesitantly pulled it out and sat back in your seat, a long exhale coming from him as you did so and he readjusted his grip on the steering wheel, shooting you a quick glance, his gaze falling to how exposed your thigh had become with the movement, though he tore his eyes away quickly.

You slipped the phone back into Bucky's pocket once you had received Natasha's quick response, and Bucky pulled up to the hotel. You watched in quiet amusement as the man following parked not-so-discreetly, a bit further down the street.

"Remember who your playing." Bucky shot you a final glance as he turned off the ignition and got out of the car, straightening out his suit jacket as he walked to the passenger side and pulled open the door, offering his arm to you and helping you out of the car.

You hated how real it all felt, him doting on you when you were trying desperately hard to convince yourself it was an act, but you still wrapped both your hands around his arm, draping yourself against his side as you walked towards the entrance, telling yourself that you did it only for the upkeep of the ruse.

The tension between you was undeniable as Bucky looked down at you, his expression serious, but not stern, only intense.

"James? Are we going in?" You asked, using his fake yet real name and it seemed to wake him from his daze, nodding as he reminded himself of his surroundings and the man now wandering closer to them, his phone to his ear, though he didn't speak into it.

"Course, doll. Just admiring my wife's beauty in the city lights."

Your mouth fell open slightly at his words but he didn't give you much time to react before he was walking you into the hotel, and you were thankful that he wasn't dragging you this time.

Bucky didn't waste any time, quickly moving to one of the people running the front desk and glaring down at him.

"Name?"

"James Walter," He spoke and the man nodded, typing something out on his computer before handing Bucky a black key-card, giving him a fearful smile.

Stepping away from the front desk, Bucky moved to your left as he discreetly put his hand into his pocket and slipped the burner phone into your hand, and you switched the phone into your right hand once you realised his plan, tossing the phone into the garbage bag on the back of a janitors cart before walking into the elevator.

You sighed heavily as you both finally entered the hotel room, trudging to the bed in the middle of the giant room and collapsing on it as Bucky started scoping out the room, quickly checking the bathroom and shutting all the curtains.

"We're going to have to stay here all night, aren't we? That guy isn't gonna go anywhere." You sighed, closing your eyes as you sunk into the mattress.

"One bed." Bucky said, and you peaked your eyes open one at a time, moving your gaze to the man now slouched in the armchair tucked into the corner of the large room, still looking beyond annoyed.

"Huh?"

His jaw ticked in annoyance as his head fell back against the chair, "There's only one bed."

Oh.

"Oh," You sat up on the bed, looking around the room awkwardly.

You didn't really want to think about what that could mean, it either formed butterflies in your stomach, or disappointment.

He didn't have to act so upset about it.

"Is it that bad?" You scoffed, half joking, half serious, and Bucky lifted his head, his eyes widening, lips parted.

"No, that's not what I-" He cut himself off, sighing and furrowing his eyebrows, looking guilty, "Sorry. I'm just so fucking annoyed."

You smiled and nodded, "I know, me too. We're one step closer to getting this guy though, Buck."

He nodded too, eyes closing again, his jaw unclenching, finding some kind of relief in your words.

"We don't have to share if you don't want, but I'm okay with it if you are. I trust you. Plus, we've fallen asleep on the couch together before, can't be that much different." You shrugged, acting nonchalant, although you felt extremely not, as you stood up, sick of the feeling of your knife's handle digging uncomfortably in your skin.

You pulled your skirt up to expose your other thigh, lifting your right foot to rest on the bed, while making sure not to flash Bucky in the process as you pull the dagger out, throwing it back on the bed, leaving the garter on for now.

His breath caught in his throat at the sight, watching as your dagger glided against the skin of your thigh as you removed it from yourself, tossing it onto the white bed sheets before dropping your foot back to the floor.

"No it's... I don't- uh." He trailed off, losing his train of thought, obviously distracted.

You looked at him, eyes dropping to follow the movement of his tongue wetting his lips, and you knew you'd never get the sight of him right now out of your mind. His legs were spread, sitting comfortably in the chair, one of his arms draped over the arm of the chair, while he rested his elbow with the other one, holding his head up with his thumb and index finger on the side of his tilted head.

He regarded you silently, his eyes dazed, and you wondered if it could possibly be because he was feeling the same exact way as you right now.

Bucky was struggling to think straight, scrunching his face up in frustration when he finally snapped out of his daze, the frustration completely different to what he was feeling before, now he just couldn't get the image of your thighs out of his mind, or the black thigh garter you still wore under your dress.

God, you drive him fucking crazy.

You chewed the inside of your cheek when he sighed again, "Buck, you need to chill out. I know Kozlov is a fucking asshole, but we expected that. We got the mission done with no big issues."

He stared up at the ceiling, feeling so guilty that he was looking at you that way, thinking about you in that way, especially after the reminder of Kozlov and how undoubtedly uncomfortable he must've made you feel.

"I know, I just hate feeling powerless. That prick was touching you and saying horrible shit and I just stood there-"

"Bucky."

He huffed a breath and opened his eyes, only to be met with the beautiful sight of you stood before him, only a few feet away, your dress clinging to all the right places and your eyes locked to his and he felt a familiar heat stirring up inside him again. He stared up at you as if you were a heaven-sent angel.

The tension in the room was so thick, and you both knew why, though neither of you had the guts to admit, nor say anything about it.

Your intentions were pure at first, and for some reason, on the way towards where he was sitting, you never thought about the very un-pure version of your actions until you were stood in front of him, barely thinking about it when you sunk to your knees before him, your hands resting just above his knees on his spread legs.

At first, you told yourself it was because you wanted to talk to him properly, make sure he was okay, and that included you being on his level physically, but now you realised it was mostly because you so desperately wanted to see him like this, his gaze heated, looking down at you between his thighs with parted lips.

It didn't matter that you were the one on your knees, you'd never felt more powerful.

His gaze was unwavering, the intense, lustful look in his eyes alone had you clenching your thighs together as you thought about your next move, and Bucky lifted one of his hands towards your face, brushing the back of his fingers down your cheek, just as Kozlov had done earlier, though this touch was completely different, and your eyes fluttered shut, a sigh escaping you as his fingers caressed your cheek, ridding the memory of Kozlov's cold skin against yours with his soft, warm touch, and you pulled your eyes open to meet his again, lifting your hand to take hold of his.

You looked down at the rings he was wearing, one on almost each finger, apparently it was a common style choice from James Walter, and it wasn't the first time tonight that you'd silently thanked the dead mobster for that fact.

They'd been catching your eye all night, and you lifted his knuckles to your lips, placing a kiss against the smooth metal of the first one on his index finger, and then the next one, and the next.

Bucky watched you kiss his rings, his eyes darkening with every touch of your soft lips to his knuckles, so entranced by you, slowly sinking further into the seat, melting with each touch.

He couldn't think of any repercussions right now, couldn't think of a single reason to stop you, all he could think about was what you were doing to him right now, and where these actions could lead you, and his pants were getting tighter by the second.

You met his eyes with your lips still on his knuckles, and you both immediately knew what this was, where this could be going, and that the thick tension between you, was sexual tension like no other.

Bucky's heart must've stopped when you opened his fist and slipped his index and middle finger past your lips, enveloping them in the hot, wetness of your mouth, your soft tongue circling over his digits, sucking on them, He couldn't help but groan, leaning his head back, though still keeping his half-lidded eyes on you.

"Fuck, doll. So fuckin' gorgeous."

You weren't thinking straight, you must not've been, because why the hell would you be doing this, why was it something you didn't even have to question, why did it feel so natural, and so fucking right.

The words that slipped past his lips were doing things to you, and the way that his fingers pressed down on your tongue slightly, but weren't nearly as heavy against it as something else you wanted on your tongue would be, you were a goner, and your underwear was already soaked.

You pulled his fingers from your mouth but kept hold of them as you crawled onto his lap, his arm immediately wrapped around your waist, holding you to him, his lips so close to yours you were sharing breath.

Slowly, you guided his fingers down, sliding them under the slit in your dress to bring them to your covered core, watching his facial expression intently, watching for any sign of discomfort.

There was none, and his breath caught in his throat when his fingers made contact, the heat of you radiating against his hand, he could already feel how wet you are.

"Fuck." He breathed, eyebrows furrowing, forehead resting on yours, "You sure about this sweetheart? You want me to touch you?"

You nodded immediately, biting your lower lip, pressing his hand against you harder, "Yes. Are you sure?"

He nodded back, "Never been more sure about anything in my fuckin' life."

You moaned when he finally started moving his fingers, circling your clit gently over your underwear, though with enough pressure to give some sort of relief, but it was when he pulled your panties aside, and dipped his fingers into your wetness, spreading your folds and gathering your slick, before pressing his fingers against your clit and rubbing you in tighter circles, that you were a mess in his lap.

"Bucky-" You whimpered, rolling your hips slightly, and he licked his lips again, nudging his nose against yours, wanting so desperately to kiss you, but also not wanting to miss a single expression you made, he wanted to watch you fall apart under his touch, again, and again, and again.

"You know something, sweetheart?" He asked, waiting for confirmation that you were paying attention to him before continuing.

You rolled your hips again, staring into his eyes, moaning out in pleasure, "What?"

"You drove me fucking crazy tonight, every time you touched me, every time you looked at me- God, whenever you said my name- I'd never heard you call me that before, my first name, fuck I don't ever want to stop hearin' you callin' me that."

His words made you dizzy, the confirmation that he'd felt the same as you all night, the confession that he loved it when you called him 'James' just as much as you loved calling him it, you were sinking deeper and deeper into this feeling, that this moment couldn't be more right, more necessary, like you'd both been needing this for months now.

By the time he had finished talking, he had slowed his touch to a complete stop, and dipped his fingers lower, pushing them inside you.

You gasped, he groaned, and when he curled them, finding that sweet spot inside you and pushing against it perfectly, you cried out, dropping your forehead to his shoulder and tucking your face in his neck.

He didn't let up with his gentle thrusting, and the insistent rubbing against that spongy spot inside of your cunt. He used his free hand to move your head from his shoulder, leaning himself forward slightly, holding you closer, and finally kissing you.

You whimpered and moaned against his lips, though returned the kiss passionately, both of your hands in his hair, your tongue gliding against his own.

This was unlike any experience you'd ever had, every touch dialled up to 100.

He used his thumb to rub your clit, still curling and rubbing his fingers against your walls, and when you started to clench down on him, he pulled back from the kiss.

"C'mon, kitten, cum on my fingers like a good girl." He purred, and your head tilted back, moaning as you came, your orgasm only spurred on quicker by his words.

"James-" You whimpered, his touch not letting up as he pleasured you through your orgasm, though when you were through most of it, you crashed your lips to his.

You kissed until you ran out of breath, doing exactly what you had wanted to do earlier, what you had wanted to do for months. Bucky gently eased his fingers out of you, and when you tucked your face in his neck again, catching your breath, you could tell he was sucking them clean, moaning at the taste of you.

It was quiet for a moment between you, only the gentle sound of your slightly laboured breath filling the space, Bucky held you close to him, his fingers gently tracing up and down your spine through the fabric of your dress, you gave a pleased hum and kissed his neck, just above his collar.

It didn't matter that you'd just barely come down from an orgasm, you needed more, you needed him.

"James." You whispered against his neck, just below his ear and he just about melted into the chair beneath you, humming to let you know he was listening, though you didn't say anything else, a part of you just wanted to say his name again, and to feel his pleased reaction to it.

His body was so warm under yours, but there were far too many layers of fabric between you and him and you desperately wanted to fix that, 'adjusting' yourself on his lap just so you could provide some friction between you, biting your lip and sighing into his ear when you felt how hard he was beneath you, he groaned and gripped your hips tightly.

"I wanna feel you inside me, James." Your voice was as sweet as sugar, breath warm against his skin, and your heated core was seated just above where his hard cock was pressing tightly against his pants, throbbing with every small movement you made.

"Fuck, sweetheart." He husked, no doubt sounding like a broken record, though he didn't care much about that, not when you were pressing yourself against him like that, slowly rocking in his lap, not when he could still faintly taste you in his mouth from where he had sucked his fingers clean, not with your mouth on his neck, whispering dirty things.

You kissed the hinge of his jaw, then ghosted your lips lower, pressing a kiss just below his ear, before making your way to the other side, leaving sweet kisses as you went.

You met his eye as you traced your hand up his black shirt, watching his expression as you slowly loosened his tie, and popped the top button open, and then the next, giving yourself better access to the skin there, kissing below his Adam's apple.

"C'mon, Buck. You wanna fuck me?" You asked, looking up at him through your lashes this time, teasing him with a smirk.

He bit his lip, holding your cheek in his palm, thumb swiping across your cheekbone, his eyes darting across your face, taking in every detail he could while he was so close to you.

So pretty.

"I do, of course I do, doll." He said back, his eyes following the movement of his thumb against soft skin. You could sense the 'but' coming, "But... I don't think we should-"

"Bucky." You interrupted, stopping what you know would've become this huge, self-doubting, self-sabotaging speech, and he met your eyes again, sighing slightly, his head tilted, "If we both want this, then why can't we have it?"

He didn't know what to say, he couldn't imagine a world were someone would really want him, as he was, much less a smart, loving and kind, beautiful girl like yourself. He believed you when you said you wanted this, but was still unsure if you would really want him, want him beyond this moment.

"If we go further, I'll never be able to get enough of you." He spoke quietly, this moment between you was so intimate, which was something he'd not experienced in decades. It was terrifying, but so perfect, so right. 

"You have all of me, Bucky. I want you, not just tonight. I've wanted you for months, honey, and if you want me too then what have we got to lose? You can have me whenever you need me, whenever you want me, I'm yours, yours now, yours tomorrow. If you need a hug," You wrapped your arms around his neck as you spoke and held him tighter, "If you need a kiss," You pressed your lips to his, "If you need a release; I'll be there, because you have me, always have."

By the time you were just halfway into your speech, Bucky was a puddle, his brain short-circuiting, his heart beating much faster than it should be with him just sitting, and his whole world view collapsing.

You were his.

You wanted to be his.

He was yours completely.

He surged forward to press his lips to yours, and kissed you for a long moment, using his tongue to memorise the feel of your mouth, the heat of your own tongue against his, and he stood as he kissed you, holding you in his arms as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He carried you with such ease and sat down on the edge of the huge bed, not once breaking the kiss, or putting an ounce space between your bodies.

You helped him to shrug off his suit jacket, tossing it to the floor as if it didn't probably cost hundreds of dollars, and deft fingers quickly reached to undo his tie.

The tie was silky and smooth, and your imagination was bright with ideas, the image of Bucky fucking you, with your hands tied above your head, or maybe tying Bucky up just the same, kissing his cock teasingly, without letting him touch you.

You tabled the ideas for now, tossing the tie aside.

You could experiment with him in due time, for now you just wanted to be able to touch him as much as possible.

You were both still enraptured in the kiss when Bucky stood again, this time turning around, and laying you down on the mattress, pressing himself against you as he placed one last kiss on your lips, and pulled back to admire the sight of you, blushing with kiss-bitten lips as you lay beneath him.

He traced his hands down your body and stood at the end of the bed, his shirt almost halfway undone.

His fingers glided down your legs, and ended at your ankles as he eyed the strappy heals you wore, admiring how beautiful you looked in them. He imagined keeping them on you, stripping you down and bending you over the closest surface, whilst still wearing the heels, maybe keeping on the thigh-garter too, but he wanted you comfortable, and he wanted you naked.

Gently, he undid the strap on one of your heels, and slowly pulled it off, before doing the same to the other one.

He kept glancing up at you as he did so, watching you so intently, he didn't dare miss a single moment, a single change in your expression.

His hands traced back up your legs, this time, he kissed his way up too, kissing you ankle, your shin, just below the garter.

He stopped himself though, and looked you in the eyes, that serious look returning, "Are you sure you want this?"

"Yes. Please, James."

He smirked, he couldn't not, and his hand drifted to your hip, squeezing there, before using both his hands to flip you over, leaning over you and pressing his hand against your back.

You gasped in surprise, and then felt his fingers against the zip of the dress, his breath against the nape of your neck.

"Should we take this off?" He asked sweetly, and you nodded silently, your voice trapped in your throat, that cocky, dominant persona you had taken on earlier apparently about to be fucked out of you. You couldn't wait.

He flipped you back over to help ease the dress off, leaving you only in a lacy pair of underwear, your chest exposed to him, and once the dress was on the floor, and Bucky allowed himself the chance to finally look at you, he groaned roughly, draping his body over yours and reaching up to caress your breasts, watching as his thumb traced over the hardened peaks of your nipples, "So fucking gorgeous."

Your hands were in his hair, back arching into his touch when he took your nipple into his mouth, paying attention to the other one with his fingers, and as much as you were enjoying it, he was still wearing way too much, and you put your fingers under his chin, pulling his mouth away from you.

He kissed you as you unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and pulled it off, quickly followed by his pants and soon you were both left in your underwear.

You pushed at his shoulder, and he eventually got the memo, and rolled aside, letting you sit on top of him, carefully moving the dagger you had left on the bed onto the bedside table.

When you pulled back from the kiss, he continued to kiss down your chest, but your eyes drifted to the hand he had on your waist, the left one, that still looked like skin even though it wasn't.

You had almost completely forgotten about it, it felt just like skin, was warm like skin, and looked unbelievably life-like, but there was something about it that you really didn't like, it wasn't him, it might've been once, but as Bucky has told you before, he's not been the man he was back in the 40s in over seventy years, and he probably wouldn't ever be him again, which you reminded him was okay, that he didn't owe Steve the version of himself that Bucky thought he would need.

You knew about the struggles Bucky has had with his metal arm, the history that there is behind it, and the hatred he had for it when he was first rehabilitated. You didn't want this impressive Stark invention to become something he used to hide this part of himself, against the needs of his own healing.

You started at his left shoulder, and traced your fingers down the arm, stopping at the silver watch on his wrist, and Bucky stopped kissing you, watching you, waiting.

"Is it the watch?" You asked, and he hesitated, before nodding.

"You don't have to take it off."

You paused, looking down at him, he looked slightly uncomfortable, and you needed to change that.

"I'd like to take it off. Do you want to leave it on?"

He was quiet for a moment, thinking about your question. It made him uncomfortable, seeing the uncanny, flesh arm in place of the metal one he knew was there, and to see a human arm, yet not be able to really feel the touch of your skin against it, only pressure and heat. He didn't like it.

He shook his head, and you smiled, kissing him again as you carefully undid the watch with your mouth still on his, pulling back to see his metal arm visible again, and you intertwined your fingers with his, metal against skin.

You did the same with his other hand, intertwining your fingers, before lifting them both above his head, pressing them into the mattress. You knew he could very easily break out of your grasp, but that didn't make the sight any less pleasing.

You rocked your hips against his, just as you did before, and he groaned, lifting his own hips, seeking more friction.

Reluctantly, you released his hands, and quickly took off your underwear, leaving you naked above him, before you took his off too.

You couldn't possibly be any wetter, your inner thighs a mess of slick as you watched his cock slap against his stomach, painfully hard and leaking at the tip.

"Fuck, James. D'you know how beautiful you are?" You asked, slowly touching the underside of his cock, tracing an enticing vein, before gripping him in your hand and squeezing him.

A moan slipped past his lips, hips lifting from the bed again.

He shook his head in response to you, smiling, "Do you know how beautiful you are?"

He flipped you both over again, his hands tracing your body, lingering in certain areas, squeezing your breasts, caressing your stomach, lifting your thigh to rest on his hip, dipping between your legs to press down on your clit, "You're fuckin' breathtaking, doll, and so fucking wet."

He gathered some of your wetness on his fingers, and dipped them back into his mouth again for a taste, moaning around them.

"I wanna eat you so bad, kitten." He lowered himself to you, resting on his elbows on either side of your head, kissing your neck.

"Later. I need you inside me, James." You pressed your core against him, and he nodded, reaching between the two of you to line himself up, slowly easing inside.

You both moaned as he slid inside you, Bucky's eyes fluttering shut, savouring the sensation whilst trying desperately hard not to give in to the urge to immediately bury himself at the hilt, and fuck you without a moments hesitation.

His hips twitched, cock throbbing inside of you, both of you were so desperate for this, and when he finally pulled his hips back, and rolled them back to yours, it was relief like no other.

His first few thrusts were slower, so enraptured by how you felt around him, hot and wet, and fucking perfect. Eventually, he started to speed up, but favoured fucking you harder, rather than faster. He didn't want this to end too quickly.

You were sprawled beneath him, biting your lower lip and moaning with every stroke of his cock against your walls, his body completely draped over yours so with every roll of his hips, his pelvis stimulated your clit. When he started to fuck you harder, repeatedly hitting a spot deep inside you that made you see stars, you were crying out in pleasure, already feeling close to another orgasm.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good, y'know that? I'm never gonna get enough of this, gonna want to fuck you all the time, 'm never gonna think of anything else." His forehead was resting on your shoulder, one of his hands on your stomach as his other held him up on the bed, "I want you to be mine. Mine to fuck, mine to kiss, mine every minute of the day. God, I want everyone to know, sweetheart, want them to know you're James' girl."

You were moaning with every word, nodding along, whining when his hand drifted lower, his thumb hovering over your clit, but staying completely still, teasing you.

Your heart was so full, just like your cunt, and you hoped to god he'd follow through on his promises, you needed to be his, just as much as you needed him to be yours.

"James, please." You begged, arching your back into him, and he lifted his head from your shoulder to look at you, smiling with a shake of his head.

"You beg real pretty, doll, but you can do better than that. Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."

Your eyes practically rolled back, fuck, you loved hearing him talk like this, "I want to cum, please."

He nodded, leaning in close to you, "You want to cum? I'll let you cum, princess."

He began to rub your clit in steady circles, keeping up a steady rhythm that dragged you so close to release.

"C'mon, come for me, sweetheart."

Your eyes fluttered shut as your orgasm rushed over you, and you gripped Bucky's hair tighter, your cunt clenching around him sending him head first into his own orgasm, his hips stuttering against yours as he came inside you, filling you up with his seed.

His forehead was pressed to yours, both of you slowly coming down from your high, and Bucky waited till you'd caught your breath to lean down and kiss you, slower this time, savouring the taste of you as best he could.

You kissed him back eagerly, aftershocks of your orgasm washing over you and making you clench down on him, still inside of you. Bucky groaned into your mouth, before he hesitantly broke the kiss, and leaned back to slide out of you.

"Fuck, sweetheart, such a fucking mess we made." He breathed roughly, glancing down between your legs, watching his cum seep out of you, so turned on by the filthy sight, before looking up at you again, tracing his eyes up your body, completely bared to him. He took in every detail, and smiled at your flushed cheeks, "You're so fucking beautiful."

You smiled back at him, shaking your head as you wrapped your legs around him and reached out, pulling him back down to you to nudge your nose against his, watching the way his nose scrunched up when he smiled, "So are you."

He huffed a laugh and kissed you, before burying his face into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around you and holding you as close to him as possible, practically laying completely on top of you, though he held most of his own weight. As much as you would completely, happily welcome the weight of him on top of you, you also know that breathing is kind of a necessary thing to survive... sadly.

"We need to shower." He murmured against your skin, rubbing his stubbly jaw against your shoulder.

You hummed and nodded, raking your nails across the surface of his back.

"We should probably talk too." He followed, keeping his face hidden from your sight.

"We should, but I don't think there's much to talk about that we haven't already. We both want each other, and not just physically."

He lifted his head and gazed down at you, his expression vulnerable, more vulnerable than you'd ever seen him, even with him naked above you, "So... like lovers?"

You smiled at the old-fashioned term, much preferring it to boyfriend and girlfriend, and you nodded, gently brushing hair from his face, "I'd love that, Buck, if you want that too?"

"Yes, I want that, so much."

"Good, let's make it official then."

He nodded smiling down at you, before he stood from the bed, and he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you to the hotel en-suite like he had carried you to the bed earlier.

"You're my girl now, sweetheart." He whispered to your ear, loving the way it sounded on his lips.

"And you're my guy." You replied, kissing his nose.

"Sure am." He smiled proudly, setting you down on the bathroom sink as he turned the shower on, before he turned back to you, leaning on his hands, which rested either side of you, "I will be taking you out on a date when we get back, just so you know."

"I can't wait, baby."

[special-agent-sass]

Elevator Passions

Warnings

Smut

Y/N sauntered into the bullpen, leather jacket squeaking as she walked. She headed straight for her desk, not making eye contact with anyone. The rest of the team watched her warily. Ever since her blow up with Gibbs last week, she'd been quiet and closed off.

Tony sidled up next to her desk. "So, Y/N/N, you coming out with us tonight?" He gave her his most charming smile.

She didn't even glance at him. "Not really in the mood, DiNozzo."

McGee piped up from his desk. "Come on, Y/N. It'll be fun!"

"Yeah, we haven't seen you outside of work in weeks," Tony wheedled.

Y/N finally looked up, pinning them both with an icy stare. "I said no. Now drop it."

Tony and McGee exchanged a look but didn't press the issue. Ever since Y/N had joined the team a little over a year ago, she'd been like a little sister to them. Former Marine, tough as nails, and beautiful to boot. But lately, something had changed.

Gibbs strolled in then, coffee in hand. "Gear up. Dead petty officer in Anacostia."

The team scrambled to collect their things. As they headed to the elevator, Gibbs grabbed Y/N's arm.

"You good for this?" His steely blue eyes searched hers.

Y/N yanked her arm away. "I'm fine."

Gibbs studied her a moment longer before giving a curt nod. They joined the others in the elevator, tension thick between them.

At the crime scene, Y/N immediately got to work photographing evidence while McGee bagged and tagged. Tony interviewed witnesses while Gibbs examined the body.

"Single gunshot wound to the back," Ducky pronounced. "No exit wound, so the bullet likely fragmented inside the body. I'll know more once I get him home."

Gibbs grunted in acknowledgment. He glanced over at Y/N, crouched low as she took photos. The sight of her ripped jeans stretched tight over her curves made his mouth go dry. Shaking himself, he turned back to Ducky. "Time of death?"

"Based on liver temp, I'd say between midnight and 2am."

Gibbs nodded, then went to check on his agents' progress. McGee had finished collecting evidence, Tony was wrapping up his interviews, and Y/N was scribbling notes about the scene.

Back at the navy yard, the team dug into the victim's background. Petty Officer James Rourke, 25, was a communications technician stationed out of Norfolk. No wife or kids, parents both deceased.

"Looks like Rourke had a bit of a gambling problem," McGee announced. "Some large cash withdrawals over the past few months that far exceed his salary."

"Owed money to the wrong people, maybe?" Tony speculated.

Gibbs turned to Y/N. "Bring up his financials, see if you can trace where the money was going."

Y/N's eyes flashed with anger. "You don't need to tell me how to do my job."

"When you're acting like a probationary agent, then yeah, I do," Gibbs shot back.

Y/N shot to her feet. "Just because I won't kiss your ass like Tony doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing."

"Hey!" Tony protested.

"You make one more outburst like that, you'll be riding a desk till you retire," Gibbs threatened. "You got that?"

Y/N stepped close until they were nearly nose to nose. Gibbs could feel her breath on his face, see the fire in her eyes.

"I could ride you instead" she taunted. "Clearly that's what you'd prefer."

Tony's jaw dropped. McGee's eyes bugged out. The bullpen went deadly silent.

Gibbs clenched his jaw, hands fisting at his sides. "With me. Now." He stormed off towards the elevator.

Y/N followed, chin held high. The doors slid shut behind them. Gibbs flipped the emergency stop switch, halting the car between floors.

He turned to Y/N, eyes blazing. "You ever speak to me like that again—"

"You'll what?" Y/N cut him off. "Spank me?" She stepped closer, breasts brushing his chest. "We both know you've wanted to bend me over your desk since I got here."

Gibbs swallowed hard. "It's against protocol." But even as he said it, his hands grasped her hips, pulling her against him.

"Screw protocol," Y/N hissed before crushing her lips to his.

Gibbs groaned into the kiss, backing her against the elevator wall. Their mouths clashed hungrily as his hands slid under her shirt, finding smooth, warm skin. Y/N nipped his bottom lip as she frantically unbuckled his belt.

Breaking the kiss, Gibbs rasped into her ear, "We shouldn't..." But his protest died as she wrapped her fingers around him. He shuddered, head falling back.

"I need this, Jethro," Y/N pleaded breathlessly. "Make me forget everything else."

Surrendering, Gibbs hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. Their clothes disappeared in a frenzy of tearing fabric and grasping hands. Then he was inside her, swallowing her cries with his mouth as he took her hard against the elevator wall.

After, collapsed in a sweaty, panting heap on the floor, Gibbs pressed a kiss to her hair. "I've wanted this...wanted you...for a long time," he admitted gruffly.

Y/N nuzzled his cheek. "Me too. Rules be damned."

Gibbs smiled and pulled her close. Protocol could wait. Right now, he had everything he needed.

[babybluebex]

telling robert fischer you’re pregnant idec don’t look at me you KNOW how i feel about babies

yes yes, you are a FIEND for the babies, i'm aware of this... lucky for you, i am too 😈 also i tweaked this a little tiny bit to be more like what i texted you about sooooooo

Ever since Robert split the company, he had been happier. Of course, he really only split it because of you... And him.

"Mikey, just one more spoonful of carrots, then you can have a cookie," you heard your husband say from the dining room, and you nervously looked down at the bathroom counter. The plastic test had been saying the same thing for the past ten minutes, and, every time you looked back at it, your heart thumped with adrenaline. But no, it couldn't be. Michael was hardly 11 months old, and he took up most of your time; you and Robert had only had sex twice (three times, if him kneeling between your legs while Michael was napping counted) in the past six months. While it certainly wasn't impossible, it just seemed so soon.

When you finally left the bathroom, you found your boys sitting at the table, Robert spooning mashed carrots into his son's mouth, his own dinner cold and forgotten. When you had first gotten pregnant with Michael, you were worried about how much time Robert spent at the office and if he would be able to be there for his son. To your surprise, though, Robert had come through for you. He had used his father's alternate will that split up the company in order to take time for you and his son, and, even though the inheritance was smaller than Robert would have wanted, it meant he got to be with you and Michael. And there for you he was; he worked from home every day except for Fridays, he went with you to every doctor's appointment— even when you went into labor on a Friday morning, he skipped out of his meetings for the rest of the day to be with you. Robert was the best father you could have asked for, always prioritizing Michael before himself, and it made you pleased to know that fatherhood had completely changed him. You loved the Robert that you used to know, but Robert as a dad just made sense.

"Rob?" you said quickly. "I need to talk to you."

He looked at you with worry in his eyes, and Michael glanced at you. He was the spitting image of his father, dark downy hair and clear blue eyes, and he smiled his toothy little smile at you and squealed, slamming his hands down onto his high-chair tray. He started to babble, looking at Robert as he said "Da-da-da!", and Robert nodded slowly.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, and you hugged yourself as you shook your head.

"Just..." you started softly.

"Just what, sweetheart?" Robert asked, sounding a little urgent.

You sat down next to him at the table and wiped up Michael’s chin, covered in carrots, and you sighed. “I think I’m pregnant,” you said, and you watched Robert’s face turn from one of worry to one of surprise.

"Oh!" he said. "Well, that's good! I was worried it was gonna be something bad."

"I want to go to a doctor and get a test done," you told him, and you watched him pull Michael from his high chair, settling him easily on his hip.

"Alright," Robert agreed easily.

"Robbie," you said quickly. "Do you not hear me?"

"I hear you, sweetheart," Robert told you.

"Well?" you asked. "We can't have a toddler and a baby running around! It'll be too hectic! And Mikey is still a lot of work, we'll be stretched so thin with him and a newborn."

"I think we'll be fine," Robert said. He held tightly onto Michael as he reached down into the pantry for his son's favorite cookies, the shortbread kind with a thin chocolate on the bottom, and he turned back to you for a moment. "I'll just take less hours at the office."

"You already don't have that many hours," you said softly. "I just... I'm just worried, y'know? I don't know if I can do that."

Michael grabbed at the cookie in Robert's hand, and Robert gave his son a playful scowl. "We ask before we take things, Mikey," he said. "Here, ask nicely."

Michael reached out his chubby little fist again, but this time he babbled away a quick "Dada!". Robert smiled and broke the cookie into a smaller piece, more manageable for Michael, and your son pushed it between his lips, gnawing on it with his growing teeth. Robert came back to the table, handing Michael off to you, and you held your son firmly, sighing.

"I think you can do that," Robert said finally. "You're a strong woman, and such a good mother. I mean, you already take care of me and Mikey so well. I think you're capable of more than you think you are."

"But..." you started, bouncing Michael lightly. You shook your head lightly, and Robert leaned forward, resting a gentle hand on your knee.

"You're not alone," Robert told you. "You've got me here for you, no matter what. Alright? We're gonna do this together."

You pressed your lips together and sighed through your nose, and you watched your son eat his cookie for a minute. His big blue eyes caught your gaze, and he extended his hand to you, giving you the sloppy, gnawed-on remnants of his cookie, and you couldn't help but smile. "Thank you," you whispered to him, taking it into your hand, and you looked back up at Robert. "If you say so, Robbie. We have to think of more names."

"I hope it's a girl," Robert said, reaching out to pinch Michael's belly. "You want a sister, Mikey? A little sister?" Michael giggled and squirmed in your arms, obviously wanting down so he could play, and your smile grew.

"I want another boy," you said. "Just have a bunch of little rascals running around."

"Who says a girl can't be a rascal?" Robert asked. "She can be whatever she wants to be."

"That's true," you chuckled. "Can you try to get me a doctor's appointment for later this week?"

"Sure," Robert said. "Did you take a drugstore test?"

"Yeah," you told him. "Just a few minutes ago."

"Why?" Robert asked. "What made you think to do that?"

"Well, I'm late, for one thing," you started. "And I'm getting that same sick feeling whenever I eat that I did back when I was in my first trimester."

"Okay," Robert said softly. "Well, we'll go later and see what the verdict is. But, I'll let you know, if it is a girl, I'll start crying."

"Oh, whatever," you giggled, and you leaned over Michael to kiss Robert softly. "My big crybaby."

[lazyalani]

| Itoshi Rin × [GN!Reader]

| What are you so scared of?

| Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Secret Relationship Trope, Rin breaks down, Not Proofread

| Summary: Rin thinks keeping your relationship a secret is the best for both you, however, he didn't think the consequences of it over, but it'll be fine.

| Blue Lock Masterlist

| Main Masterlist

In highschool, you always dreamed about moving in together with your partner when you get older. You thought everything through, from thinking about the sweet things, sleeping in, cuddling, movie nights, home greetings, and how to deal with aftermath of arguements.

At 25 years old, you finally decided to ask your boyfriend of 4 years, Itoshi Rin, if you could move in together, in which he declined as less harsh as his moody mouth can.

You had no objections really, although you were a bit disappointed, but you never really dwelled on it because what was important is you have your relationship.

Is what you wanted to think.

Rin has always been intent on keeping your relationship a secret. You had agreed upon it ofcourse, thinking you'd be able to endure until he decides to reveal it. You thought that it'd be fine, that you'd be able to handle the thirsty and wild comments other people gave him knowing he's all yours at the end of the day. You thought you'd be able to handle the scandals he had with models, actresses, other athletes. It turns out you couldn't.

In the 4 years of your relationship, never once have you both go on a date outside. No coffee shop dates, no shopping dates, no cinema dates, no arcade dates, nothing. It was always indoors, in your apartment, and never his. It was safer, he said. Or was he just scared? You thought it didn't matter if all you could do was have couch movie dates, all that mattered was you both could have each other like that. That you could have him in your arms, falling asleep in the middle of the movie, tired from practice.

It wasn't enough, afterall.

It hurt. It hurt to walk by him getting interviewed publicly, surrounded by fans, pretending not to know each other. It hurt to cheer for him during games, knowing no one knows you were his partner, knowing you couldn't announce your presence, the presence of his lover. It hurt to see him at the end of the day, finally being together after not seeing each other for days, weeks, months, just falling asleep because you're both tired. It hurt to see your conversation with him, so plain, like you're just aquaintances. It hurt to open your social media, your feed being continously flooded by news of him, be it interviews, modeling for brands, with his teammates, and scandals. It hurt to hear him saying he isn't in a relationship.

It hurts you that you're tired.

You didn't know what actually sparked you to ask him the question.

Both of you were sitting on your couch, in the middle of your 'date', your mind elsewhere, thinking about everything.

Was it because your patience had finally snapped? Was it because you were tired from work? Was it because of your headache fueled by the constant loud sounds from the movie? Or was it because you knew while you were so worked up about your relationship, Rin didn't care at all?

"Hey, Rin."

He paused the movie, "Hungry?"

You shooked your head. "No, actually.."

He raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"Aren't you tired?"

"I am, practice---"

"No, I meant from this." You gestured to everything around you.

"I don't understand, [Name], be more clear." He frowned.

"Of this kind of relationship, Rin." You finally said.

It was silent.

And then he sighed and looked away.

"You said you were okay with this." He replied.

"I was," He took note of the past tense used. "until I wasn't anymore."

He frowned harder and looked away, sighing. "What do want me to do? I can't--"

"That's exactly it, Rin! You can. You just don't want to." You raised your voice a little higher.

"I'm an athlete, [Name]."

"So what?"

"I can't just say I have a partner all of a sudden." He exclaimed, getting frustrated. Everything in his sight was starting to get red.

"Why not? They're not your owner, you're not a dog, Rin." All of his answers didn't make sense to you, but deep inside, you knew exactly the reason why he doesn't want you exposed.

"Ofcourse I know that. It's just that.."

"What? It's just that what, Rin? What are you so scared of?" You shooked your head, your chest starting to hurt.

Silence fell over the two of you, only the small, low background noises of the long forgotten movie being heard.

Rin couldn't bring himself to answer. He'd asked himself the same question a thousand times before too, choosing to ignore because you said it was okay, afterall. You were okay. He never pondered on it too long because he thought he didn't need to as long as you were okay with it. He didn't dwell on it too much because he thought the answer would just come to him one day and all that mattered was that you said it was okay. He chose to be ignorant because he thought he'd be able to tell everyone about you soon and the only thing he cares about is that you were okay.

But everytime he thought he was ready, he couldn't do it.

Now infront of you, as you ask the same question, he asks himself again.

"What am I so scared of?"

Was it of your safety from his fans?

"What am I so scared of?"

Was it yours and his privacy?

"What am I so scared of?"

Was it his brother's opinion of him?

"What am I so scared of?"

Or was it his reputation?

Everything clicked. Sae. Reputation. Fans. Media. Privacy. Soccer.

He was afraid of losing everything.

He was afraid of losing everything he worked so hard for. He was afriad of ruining the career he worked hard for since he was a kid. The career he worked day and night, head to toe, blood and sweat, physical to mental. He was afraid of what everyone would think of the hardworking, serious, amazing, egoist Itoshi Rin.

The praise and recognition he has long wanted has finally come and he was afraid of losing it. The acknowledgement he wanted from his brother, he got from the world, and he didn't want to lose it. And because of his selfishness, you, the only person who knows who he is inside, is hurting. He was greedy. Too afraid of letting go of the fame, and too afraid of losing the only one who truly understands him.

Greedy. Selfish.

Yet, as he stares at your teary eyed self right now, leaning on the hand rest of the couch, why does everything seem so simple? Why is everything suddenly so clear?

Rin does not understand what's happening. So he decides to do what he thinks of first.

He stares at you and asks himself. What am I so afraid of?

His arm encases around your trembling form, wrapping around you like a warm blanket.

Your eyes teared up more. You thought he finally had enough. You thought he thinks you were being too pushy and clingy that he decided to break it off. So why is he letting out gentle, comforting words and caressing your hair so softly. So tender.

"Losing you. There is nothing I'm more afraid of than losing you." He says, breathless. Seeing your breaking form infront of him like that, it made him realize, why was he so caught up in a sport where his obssession came out, born out of spite and love for his brother, to the point that he was prioritizing it over you.

You, who understood him. You, who never turned your back on him. You, who stayed with him through his bad times. You, who was always there for him. You, who he didn't need to ask for attention because it was always on him. You, who he never had to prove anything because you tell him how amazing he is. You, who always recognizes him. You, who loves him despite everything he is. You, who loves him despite everything he is not.

"They, and my career, will never matter as much as you do." He sighs, heavily, but relieved. His eyes sting. "I - I'm sorry."

Your tears finally fall down. You didn't know if it was in joy, in sadness, or in relief.

He kisses the top of your head as you hold on to his arms that were surrounding you. "I'm sorry for being an asshole. I'm sorry for not seeing that you weren't okay anymore. I'm so for being ignorant. I'm sorry for not realizing it sooner."

You shooked your head repeatedly. "I - It's okay. It's okay now, love. I forgive you." You sniffed.

He shooked his head too. "I'm sorry for being a bad boyfriend. And Thank you. For everything."

You smiled, still teary eyed, against his chest.

"I'll - I'll tell everyone about us -- hell I'll tell the whole world about us. I'll, I'll never let you feel that again. Nothing will matter as long as you're here. I'm sorry for being selfish and greedy. I'm sorry for not taking note of your feelings before. I'm sorry for--" He rambled on, his breath hitching.

You break free from his hug and kneel on the couch, now taller than him who was sitting, you brought his face on your hands and kissed his forehead, his hands holding onto the ones on his cheeks. He closed his eyes, feeling your warm hands comforting his panic and you kissed the tears falling down his eyes.

"Shhh.... Everything is alright now, love. I forgive you, and I love you."

"I love you, [Name]. Thank you, thank you, for being with me. Please - please don't leave I-"

"Shhh... We'll be fine, hm? We can fix this. It's alright, Rin. We'll be fine." You continue to hold him, not minding your own tears falling from your face.

Rin felt relieved and happy. He didn't care if you were both wet with tears right now. What matters is that you're okay. You're both okay. Everything's okay. And this time, he'd make sure it lasts. All that matters is you're still here with him. He'll be fine as long as you're with him.

All that matters is you.

[postersofleon]

christmas office party

it doesn't matter if you or you don't celebrate christmas, leon would bring you to office parties at RPD. he would wear his office sweater underneath his jacket because the cold was harsh. "it'll be friendly." leon said while brushing his hair one last time before heading out. "but how will it be?" you asked, confused as you fixed his jacket's edges. his sweater was amazingly cute, a firm RPD letters on his chest with trees decorated underneath. leon always wore coats or jackets so this was nice difference.

"i don't know. hopefully, they won't have an awkward santa." leon's blue eyes met yours, "or surprise gift giving." you laugh softly and pat his cheek, "you are still traumatized by the surprise party?" when leon came to work for RPD, they were giving him small gifts for his gun from the local gun shop. they gave him cute gifts of food, games, and the surprise party. leon was temporarily overwhelmed by the job's love, but it was still fun in his mind.

"yes and no. i just feel like i still need to impress them."

you couldn't believe sometimes how liked your boyfriend had to feel. "c'mon, kennedy. they love you. they treat you like a baby. aren't some still helping you navigate the building when it's gets too full." leon shook his head, he looked a bit embarrassed that he still gets lost in the building. "it's more than that."

you nod. "fine. let's show off that you aren't a rookie anymore."

when you two drove leon parked in the garage, he wasn't during his shift, so he looked uneasy, but he immediately shook off his mind. "want a refresher?" leon asked. you shook your head, "not much. the new people will introduce themselves, and the people i have already met will say, hi. i'm fine."

you and leon walked past the other officers who were still working. they waved a polite hi to him. leon held your hand as you walked up the stairs and led you to an office. "you choose the longest path." you teased him.

"it's fine." leon whispered.

finally, you were in the main office were the party was. leon forced an awkward smile. "ah, rookie, you wore the sweater!" one of them said. leon nodded his head, "yup."

"is the rookie wearing the sweater?" another said.

little by little, leon and you realized that no one but leon was wearing the sweater. they took pictures of leon and you with his sweater. leon groaned softly when he saw a pin board of all the other officers wearing a sweater. they clearly loved and respected the rookies, and no matter how leon tried to defend his honor. you knew he liked it.

[kusakiguzen]

Yandere Knight Akaashi Kenji x Isekai!MaidReader

(Credits to the owner i just yoinked it from pintrest)

English is not my first language

A/N: Hiiii I'm finally done. Its vauge but i promise it'll make sense in part 2. Hope you enjoy reading as much as i loved writing it. One more thing. DO YOU WANT AN OPEN OR CLOSED ENDING??

THIS IS MY STORY DO NOT REPOST (REBLOG IS FINE). DO NOT COPY OR STEAL. CREDIT TO THE ARTIST FOR THE IMAGE.

(orange=You, blue= Akaashi, purple=Head maid, green= extra, pink=Saintess)

Y/N L/N, was a 25 year old collage student who was persuing her dream of getting a medical degree and become a successful doctor/surgeon. With great knowledge in Medicines and great interest in Herbology, studied really hard to be at her top of her class.

But she had great love for anime and otome games, her personal favorite anime was 'Haikyuu' a sports anime. She was obsessed with it, and when she found out that there was going to be an Otome game releasing featuring the main cast of the Haikyuu, She was sold.

The first otome game, that she played about Haikyuu was feturing the story line with MC being an extra manager of karasuno 'VLB CLUB', and then many other otome games started to gain popularity.

One day she decided to scoure the Internet to find a unique Haikyuu tome game that didn't make the MC a manager of any team.

She found it. It was called " Lovers Call For Help". It featured the ain haikyuu cast in a historical era. It also had side stories and everything.

She decided to read the side stories first. After reading them. she started the game. The MC was an isekai/reincarnated Saintess, who was there to heal and get rid of the demonic monsters.

Typical cliche. she completed it in one sitting but also became sleep deprived. After the game ended it asked for her name again, Y/N wrote down hwer OC name again, but it said incorrect. And then asked her for her REAL NAME.

This caused Y/N to be confused but she remembered about the policy terms so she typed her real name 'Y/N L/N'. Then the screen showed 'THE END' and said "THANK YOU FOR PLAYING Y/N L/N". which she found creepy but also she was too sleepy to think straight.

She soon fell asleep with her phone, when the screen suddenly turned ON and on the screen displayed

'YOU ARE IT'

Y/N woke up to he name being called.

Miss Y/N are you listening? Said the head maid

HUh?.... What? said Y/N in confusion displayed on her face

You must sign th--- Are you feeling okay Miss Y/N? You suddenly look pale... The head maid asked with concern.

I-- i where- ? At this point there were millions of thoughts going through her head. Where was she? How did this old women know her name? Why does she look so mch like the character from the game she played? Is she dead? is this women someone who will measure her good and bad deeds? All these thoughts were interupted by the same voice again laced with concern.

It is alright if you would like to continue this tomorrow..

Yes that would be much appreciated.. Thank you Miss uhm

Beatrice, Beatrice Graves

Ah yes Thank You Miss Graves. I will be contacting you soon.

With that Y/N gave her a bow and ran out the door holding her mouth to prevent herself from puking.

On her sprint towards the bathroom she colided with what felt like a wall. She looked up to see him Akaashi Kenji

No no no no no NO NO NO. Why why why why why WHY WHY WHY!! WHY IS HE HERE????

Excuse me I must hurry. She ran towards the bathroom without looking back leaving a confused Akashi behind.

Y/N ran for her life to get somewhere she could breathe without hyperventilating.

Unable to find a bathroom, she finally found a lake and finally vomitted near a tree, after she was done, she covered it with some dirt because it was unhygenic to leave it that way.

She went to clean her mouth in the Lake but noticed her appearance. She looked prettier, her dark circles were gone, her skin was glowing and overall She looked healthy. Apart from that she also noticed she looked slightly animated.

'is this really me ' She thought while touching her face . suddenly she got a headache a really painful one & memories started pouring in, memories that were not her's.They were the memories of the owner of the body.

Y/N L/N daughter of a fallen Noble, The downfall was caused by her father's and brother-in-law's gambling addiction which her mother and sister refused to do anything about. when it came time to pay the piling debts, they couldn't and begged Y/N for help.

Being a pushover She agreed and decided to get a job as a maid.she worked for a Count namely Count Octavious , but after a lot of pestering from her family about her "Not giving them enough money" She decided to work at the palace. She passed all the tests to work in the palace All she had to do was write & sign a contract. which is when she (Y/N) Got reincarnated.

WOW ! What Shitty family i'll have to support ' She though while clutching her head while groaning in pain and using another tree as support.

She finally noticed the small bag near her which looked suspiciously similar to her own bag in her Real world. She reached out with shaky hands and realised, it was her bag, It had her Journals, Tablet and her basic necessities, Basically everything she carries to her collage.

Damn there is no way! She erupted in a phsycotic laughter realising this was not dream. You might ask what made her come to this conclusion? Its because there was a card.... A card that said "Welcome To Lover's Call For Help, We the authors Hope you will enjoy this, Please play as you please. Thank you"

After she read it it disappeared into some glowing particles.....

With that she decided to survive, not submissively like the manhwa and shit she read.. by faking herself .... No she'll live and make sure to enjoy every second of it.

Akaashi Kenji, The Captain of the Royal Guard, The Emperor's Right Hand Man and most of all The Heir Of the Akaashi Dukedom. He was a clam and collected man with a pinch of humor and sassiness, complete opposite of the Emperor Bokuto Koutaro, who was a Hyper and simple minded man. Bokuto was always kept in check by Akaashi due to his habit of making impulse decision.

Today he was tasked (more like forced) to meet the qualified applicants of people who are going to be maids in the palace. Now you might be wondering 'why there are tests to become a maid?' There aren't if you want to become a normal maid but for a higher position, you need higher qualifications. Especially in the Royal Palace.

Just as he was on his way to the Head Maid's Office, He bumped into a girl who looked extremly pale. She looked at him and looked absolutely terrified as if he wasn't supposed to be there. She Excused herself leaving Akaashi confused. He shrugged and continued his way to the Office.

He reached the office and knocked and heard a soft "Come in'

Ahh Sir Akaashi, Right on time. Said Beatrice

Madame Graves,... is the list ready? Asked Akaashi

Yes! We have some promising people this year, one of them in particular, but she felt sick so she will sign the contract tomorrow. told Beatrice.

I see.. That is great news.

Yes it is indeed.

I will see you later then Madame. I hope you have a pleasant evening. He said with a small smile

I hope for your day to be magnificent as well Sir Akaashi. She said with a bow

Y/N did go back to sign the contract but she did add her own conditions since it was allowed. Her conditions were

The abilty to refuse: If a noble takes interest in the employee but the employee is uncomfortable with the advances, she is allowed to refuse such advances without conseqences.

Protection guaranteed: The employee will not take any orders that may endanger the employee's life without conseqences.

Guaranteed vacation days: Employee must be given atleast 4-6 days of paid vacation. it can be saved and used in bulks.

Direct handing over the payment: The employee will be given the payment directly no matter. If Anyone claim to collect it for the employee, it is false unless the employee themself confirm with the Employer (In this case Madame Beatrice Graves).

If any of the above condition are to be broken the contract will be terminated immediatly with fine of 25 gold.

Are these terms satisfying for you Madame? said Y/N

Yes, You are quite clever. No one has ever used the blank space given for the employee's conditions. Said the Beatrice amused.

Well it is for our use isn't it Madame?. Said Y/N with a chuckle.

It is. You will be starting tomorrow then Ms L/N.

Please call me Y/n Madame, and yes.

I hope you have a pleasant afternoon. And you may get comfortable in the dormatories.

I hope your afternoon is pleasant as well. And I will. Y/N said excusing herself with a bow.

Two Years later. ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

It had been two years since Y/N got reincarnated and started working as a maid. A lot of things happened, the main thing was Y/N cutting of her family. Her family did take her to court on the 'oral Contract' of her promising to pay off all their debts. That's where she decided to fight back, which was surprising for her family. She used their own words against them by telling the judge "I only promised to pay the debts and i have paid them enough money to pay it off, your honor". she showed the proof as well. Her family tried to justify that they have to eat and drink as well but it was shut down. She also showed the law that stated that she was not obligated to support their reckless activity. No matter what her family tried, they were unable to win.

The second was that, She Got Promoted!!! Why u might ask? due to her knowledge from her original world, of being a doctor and kind of an herbologist. Which meant more money!! She Already planned to leave once she had enough money to retire from being a maid and opening a small clinic in the village near her house. With the promotion, she brought a small cottage in a desolated area on the mountains near the woods. It did cost her a year worth of her salary but... its worth it.

The Game would begin in about a month, so all she had to do was live.... SURVIVE the war of love... Orrrr she could just quit today. I mean she has enough money to live modestly sooo. Naahhhhh, who lives modestly when they can live lavishly. So she decided to stay. Just till the story starts.

A secrete between you and me... She liked Akaashi. Not like, she Loved him. In the game Akaashi was the epitome of a green flag and the softest yandere. She really hoped that Akaashi got his ending, A Happy Ending and not the cliche ending of " PrOtEcTiNg ThE FeMaLe LeAd FrOm ThE ShAdOw". She pitied the poor man, but wasn't interested in risking her life for some character, even if she loved him . She started to stalk him during her free time, not full on yandere creepy stalker, but the little stalking everyone does to their crush. Since she knew how to draw, Y/N had a journal dedicated to him, which was quite expensive, since paper and ink are expensive in this time/game. also one of the reason she doesn't have enough money to leave but that's not important . In her defense she needs a souvenir. But she won't pursue him because she wants to escape Tacitly. But she didn't Notice her little hobby had already caught someone's attention.

Akaashi Kenji was used to Girls even women, following him around and giggling at his sight but it never fazed him. He Ignored them, Why? simply because he was not interested and he was too busy to give them time. But he was never rude to them, asking them to leave with a pleasant smile, he has a reputation to maintain.

He never noticed anyone special, well... not until he saw Y/N. She was average looking, does her job well, is educated which is verry uncommon. That never interested him, She was very average compared to the women whom he has seen in the Balls, hell even the maids working with her. But something........ something drew him to her. One day, during his regular petrol, he saw Y/N. But after she spoted him, She gave him a bow and left. A paper fell from her book, so he followed her to give it back. But he got curious and opened the page..... it was HIM.. Full of his drawing, very nicely drawn too.

This spiked his curiousity. He left the page under her rooms door and left. He asked the shadow knights to find out everything about her. He was surprised to find out that she worked there for years. Slowly this simple curiosity turned into a spiral of obsession.

A month passed and the Saintess arrived. Just as the prophecy stated, She fell from the sky. But something was off from Akaashi's point of view. She was already acting as if she was a higher status than any and everyone. Or is it just in his head,... Nevermind then, he was already busy with his duties. Coincidently he had to visit Beatrice (Head maid) for something, Also to catch a glimpse of Y/N but that's irrelevent.

Sir Akaashi, What brings you here?

The list Lady Graves... You forgot to send the list new recruits to my office...

Ahh my apologise, One of our maid is quiting hence it has been hectic.

Someone is quiting? That is a surprise.

Yes... that to a capable maid.

May i inquire who?

Y/N, Y/N L/N, She says she wants to open a small shop and live her life.

Y/N's Leaving....?

yes, and here you go

Thank y--

As Akaashi was about to thank Beatrice, he was interupted by a soft knock.

Who is it?

Its me Head Maid, Y/N. May i come in?

Her sweet voice. The voice that was melody to his ears. He signaled the head maid to invite her in.

May I help you Y/N?

Yes- oh Sir Akaashi... Good afternoon.

Good afternoon to you as well Y/N

Anyways, I'd like the conformation of my resignation?

Yes, it was approved, you may leave after 2 weeks.

I see Thank you. With a quick curtsy to both the head maid and Akaashi she left.

"HOW COULD YOU!! No HOW DARE YOU LEAVE? WHY ARE YOU LEAVING.....Please stay. Should I trap her? Break her legs? NO No no. I shouldn't think like this." these were the thoughts going through Akaashi's head while he made his way back to his office.

"That's right I could just ask her? Can't I? I do realise we aren't close but i assume it isn't a secrete. I'll ask her the coming week" He thought satisfied with a low hmm.

It hadn't even been 3 days after Akaashi found out that his love Y/N was leaving. He made his way to the maid's quarters, He noticed a commotion.

I saw her steal Your Holiness Please beleive me!! A maid was kneeling while pointing at Y/N who stood tall.

Now, Why would I need jewelry when I have enough money to afford about 20 of them? Y/N stated with an innocent look on her face (which got Akaashi Hard immediately)

Because you are jealous of Her Holiness, You said it your self!!.

'Bruh what a Headache' My dear I've already quit so what good will this cheapass Jewelry do for me? Bitch.

See Your Holiness, Even her mouth is foul.

Halt, Please Y/N where were you 3 days ago when the neckless went missing?

I was---

She was with me Your Holiness. Akaashi intervened speaking from the crowed

She was?

Yes I had bumped into her at the Head Maid's office. She was there to get her resignation.

I see this proves Miss Y/N Innocent

Thank you Your Holiness.

No problem, If i were you I'd be careful with my tongue.

Thank you for the advice, Y/N said with a smile

After that encounter, Akaashi went to Y/N to check up on her. If she was alright. then knowing she was fine, he asked her to walk with him. They shared pleasantries and, Akaashi finally asked why she was quiting. Her replay was the same but she also added " others were jealous and trying to sabotage me. Plus i hate getting involved in drama like the one today. I an see it happening again".

If I got rid of it will she stay? I should get rid of that damn maid. Akaashi thought. With that they said their good byes and parted ways

The Next day, body of the maid who had was found. She had committed suicide, it also had a note of confession saying how she plotted to frame Y/N because of how much everyone loved her.

A few days passed

And Akaashi was summoned to be a witness for what the Saintess was saying

The saintess claimed it was Y/N's fault she must be punished accordingly. Akaashi intervened asking what was Y/N's fault? The fact that she defended herself? her dignity? her life ahead? WHAT WAS THAT SHE DID WRONG??

The Saintess's claim was shut down after what Akaashi said, Since He was the most trusted.

Then came the day of Y/N's departure. No one except Akaashi was their to bid her farewell. But what he did surprised her. He leaned down to kiss her on the lips not a peck, But full make out session. Y/N started to feel dizzy and then suddenly lost conciousness.

She woke up in a lavish room. Decorated with golds and gems but no silver. She was told by Akaahi that she suddenly got fever between the kiss and he apologised for what he did. Y/N dismissed it and asked if she could leave. He told her that her fever was down but not gone, So she should stay till she recovers.

They started dating after Akaashi's heartfelt confession. And after that he just couldn't keep it in his pants.

But she only got progressively worse, her fever would come back anytime. She got weaker and paler ( paler as in weak as fuck not the skin color). But there came a point her health stopped deteriorating. This caused her to get suspicious. Why? Because Akaashi had proposed to her claiming to love her and she accepted.

Was Akaashi trying to kill her because she stood against the Saintess?

Soon she was able to fool one of the maids serving her to get her a silver jewelry and to her fear....... She was correct. The Silver turned black. How could she be So STUPID. He protected the FL from the shadows meaning killing without hesitation or remorse.

So she escaped... in the dead of night that very day. It was hard but she was able to reach the shore and catch the last ship and she finally escaped death..... or she thought.

On the other side, Akaashi was losing his mind... HOW DARE YOU!! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!! HOW COULD YOU. HE TREATED YOU SOO WELL AND THIS IS WHAT HE GETS???!!

He finally saw the letter you left.

Dear Kenji, I do love you very much, but i know you love Aurelia (the saintess). Hence the reason for you poisoning me... I would have loved to spend my life with you but I'm afraid i won't be able to. I'll leave forever so that you won't have to worry about me hurting Aurelia. I hope You Will Be Happy

Your Lover Truly

Y/N L/N

What? What are you talking about? loving that bitch? who he was planning to kill? Did someone decive you? That's right someone must have lied to you..... You Still love him! You said it yourself....

Don't worry he'll find you an clear this misunderstanding.

I'm coming my dear....

A/N: FUCKING FINALLY.!!! I'm done!! I'll make a part two with the dark stuff and smut cuz i wanted to build a base for this story. Probably more than part 2.. Soo STAY TUNED

Hope You Enjoy!!

STAY SAFE, HEALTHY AND HYDRATED ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

"How is that going anyway?" you asked Daryl. "The training?"

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "S'waste of my time, but ain't no way 'round it. It'll be fine. Just feels weird havin' to worry 'bout money again. And the apartment is a shithole," he drawled.

You gave him a sympathetic look. "Worse than mine?" you asked with a dry laugh. As a waitress in The Commonwealth you weren't exactly rolling in cash either.

"Worse," he said. "I wouldn't mind, s'just the kids, y'know," he said thoughtfully. A silence fell suddenly and stretched for a long time. You felt something building up within you and finally couldn't hold it back anymore.

"I miss you," you said softly. Daryl's blue eyes snapped over to your face for a moment before he ducked his head.

"'M right here? We're sittin' on the same couch," he said plainly.

"That's not what I mean and you know it."

He gulped nervously and fiddled with a patch on his pants. "Yeah..." he said softly, nodding almost imperceptibly. '"I know." He gathered himself a moment before looking up to meet your eyes again. He lowered his voice to a whisper to match yours "I miss ya too. S'just—if they're watchin' us—our group... I dun want them to ever have leverage if—"

"I know," you cut him off, your voice almost a whisper. "It just... sucks."

He nodded. The way your hair was falling, the slight glassiness in your eyes, the pout on your lips—God, how tempting it was to kiss you right then. Fuck The Commonwealth. He wanted to see you every day, hold you, kiss you, touch you, crash into you every night, and wake up to the sight of your bare shoulder tucked under the sheets next to him, your head nuzzled against his chest or tucked into the crook of his neck. But until he knew for certain that this place was safe, he couldn't risk it. Still he wondered if it was the right call. If you two were apart, he also wouldn't be there to protect you if things went sideways. The anxiety of it was almost paralyzing sometimes.

You sighed now, seeing the revolving of his mind, and you put your brave face back on. "It isn't forever," you said.

Daryl gave you a small smile. "Only feels like it..."

Prompt: "I miss you." / "I'm right here? We're sitting on the same couch." / "That's not what I mean and you know it."

[buffyfan145]

The s2 "Rings of Power" finale was great!!! 😀 A lot happened that I expected, and actually was leaked again, but still had some surprises too. Overall, I really enjoyed the season and what we got, including for Haladriel. All the spoilery things behind a cut, but also we're getting great interviews with the cast/writers now too with more insight, especially from Charlie, and about s3 and I'm so excited for that even if we likely have to wait 2 years again. LOL But so much to talk about.

Have to start with Haladriel and honestly I'm totally fine with what we got. I know wanted more but again I had low expectations for the season and we got so much more than I expected. This finale did confirm to me that Sauron does love her, but it's now twisted like a lot of other enemies to lovers ships. They had him tell her back in Halbrand form that again he didn't lie about everything and that what he felt and they had was real. He also again told her about how they do have things in common and she felt it too. Then about how he was going to have her as queen and that he was going to serve her had she said yes. Also being happy to see Nenya and how beautiful it was, even though like an angry ex-fiance/husband he wanted it back. LOL Seems to confirm that in the show he and Celebrimbor designed it for her. Then even though he stabbed her with the crown it was in the shoulder and he even told her he didn't want to kill her. I'm also certain he helped slow her fall (which was part of a now true leak a few days ago about Galadriel jumping and Gil Galad & Elrond healing her) as he was shocked she jumped off the cliff and a fall from that height would've killed her instantly. They showed mostly her falling and didn't show him after he first reached for her, so that seems intentional.

Plus, I agree with others that she likely isn't fully healed from Morgoth's crown stab wound either and that it'll connect her further to Sauron. I noticed she kept touching it and was still weak and recovering. And we got to see Sauron talking with her telepathically now too. Charlie also in interviews this morning brought up how there will be more with Sauron and Galadriel too and that he never wanted her dead. We all knows this fits with the books too and he never stops trying to contact her and see her till the One Ring is destroyed by Frodo, so we're going to get more and show that this is one of the big dynamics of shows.

Also loved seeing Morfydd and Charlie hug and laugh in that bts video after the episode aired too. Those scenes had to have been hard to film, and with Charles Edwards too.

Still so sad about Celebrimbor even though I knew it was coming from the books. Loved though that he foresaw about Frodo too and the One Ring being Sauron's downfall, including that he would never go to Valinor again and being a prisoner in Middle Earth as that is exactly what happened as he's supposedly still stuck as a formless spirit to this day for those that think Middle Earth turned into our world. Really hope at least both the Charlies get Emmy awards as they deserve it.

Very happy they finally confirmed that The Stranger is Gandalf!!! 😀 I figured he was this whole time and now it's finally out there. Curious what will happen for him next and for Nori, as I saw the writers say she'll be on her own journey in s3 too. They writers also confirmed now The Dark Wizard is not Saruman, so he's likely the first Blue Wizard that went evil. So likely Saruman, Radagast, and the 2nd Blue will show up too.

Then happy Arondir is still alive, Elrond realized the rings are good, and the elves founded Imladris/Rivendell and are starting the war on Sauron. Also loved Isildur and Estrid kissed, and that was the most passionate kiss I've ever seen on the show so far. Was hoping Elendil and Miriel would kiss too but loved she gave him Narsil, and he's on his way to find his other son Anarion, who I still wonder if Tom Taylor is playing as his agency is still tagging him on posts and maybe the show cut his scenes till s3. Adar's death was so well done too and I'm glad Nenya healed him too and he was able to reconcile with Galadriel before that. Loved Durin III realized the rings were bad too and went after the balrog to save the others. Now Durin IV is king and his brother is coming to dispute it, which might be another reason they hired a writer from "The Crown" for s3.

I can't wait for s3 and already have seen Charlie teasing that him giving out the 9 is the main storyline for him. I still think he'll switch back to Halbrand or a more regal form of him to recruit the 9 men to his side. He also teased about making the One Ring but isn't sure yet when that happens and if it happens before Sauron goes to Numenor or after. And we know Numenor will be a huge part now that Isildur is going back and Elendil & Anarion will lead the Faithful. Hoping too Galadriel gets more screentime too and Morfydd's schedule is clear so her other projects don't interfere like this time, and since there is a gap in her storyline in the books that the show could add to. And I've got some fics ideas and I'm sure we'll get a lot of fan content till it's finally back.

[heluvschibi]

Just like the stars

Idol!Felix x female reader.

[edited 5/23]

Des:A camping trip. A camping trip with an idol, well friends ofc. When Felix asked you on a camping trip (date) you obviously had to say yes you haven't seen him in a long time! But when the tranquility of the night hit Felix like a truck carrying "confession" well...

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Y/N's POV

Wasn't I just in bed, watching Marvel superheroes save the day? But now, here I am in a car, singing with Felix. What song? "Perfect Night" by LE SSERAFIM.

"I got all I need, you know nothing else can beat,The way that I feel when I'm dancing with my girls,Perfect energy, yeah, we're flawless, yeah, we're free,There's no better feeling in the whole wide world."

We sang together, him outshining me, no surprise, given I've never had vocal training.

"Felix, I'm really excited," I smiled at him, watching as he navigated the empty road, LE SSERAFIM still playing in the background.

He chuckled. "Well, I've been wanting to go camping, and I finally got some break time."

"Why didn't you invite any of the other members? Doesn't Lee Know enjoy camping? Or your Aussie brother?" I asked, my gaze drifting to the captivating ocean blue outside my window.

"Lee Know hyung said he wanted to spend time with his real cats… and Bang Chan hyung—I didn't ask," he shrugged, his hand briefly touching my thigh. I turned to look at him, met by his soft smile. "And I missed you the most…"

My cheeks warmed at his touch, his hand slowly leaving my leg as I continued to stare in shock.

"Take a picture; it'll last longer," he teased. I playfully hit his shoulder and let out a giggle.

"Go flirt with STAYs!" I rolled my eyes. He burst out laughing. I huffed and turned to the window, mumbling to myself.

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We arrived at the campsite, and I was insisting about helping to pitch the tent, but Felix kept playfully dismissing my offers.

As night descended, the stars began to dot the sky like Felix's freckles, and we lit a fire, settling around its warm glow.

"S'mores!" Felix exclaimed, emerging from the tent with a bag of marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate. "S'mores will be the highlight of this trip!"

He sat beside me, tearing open the bag and playfully thrusting a marshmallow towards me, which I eagerly accepted. "Thanks, Lix," I said, my words muffled by the sweet treat. He handed me a metal rod, skewered with a marshmallow, and I held it over the fire, watching it toast to perfection.

The gentle crackling of the flames and the distant chirps of crickets only added to the ambiance. Once my marshmallow was perfectly golden, I assembled my s'more. "Yum! Felix, we should definitely make camping a regular thing," I said, turning to him with a contented smile.

His laughter filled the air. "What?" I asked, a playful pout forming on my lips.

"C'mere…" He beckoned, and as I leaned in, he tenderly wiped a smudge of marshmallow from my lip, then tasted it off his thumb. "Tasty indeed!"

My face flushed with warmth, much like earlier in the car, and he caught my flustered expression, chuckling. "Ooh, you're blushing," Felix teased. I frowned and gave his shoulder a light punch. "You're so cute!" he exclaimed, then pinched my cheeks affectionately. It reminded me of a grandma, so I obviously teased him back...serves him right.

"I should start calling you Halmeoni," I retorted with a smirk.

His hands retracted as he feigned offense, turning away and crossing his arms with an exaggerated huff.

"Oh, come on, Lixie… I'm sorry," I pleaded, placing a hand on his arm. He remained turned away, prompting me to whine. "Fine, I won't call you Halmeoni anymore!" "Promise?" he asked, his voice softening as he peeked back at me. I extended my pinkie. "I pinkie promise." His smile returned, and he faced me fully, our pinkies intertwining in a silent vow.

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Felix's POV

After we finished with the s'mores, I tidied up. Stepping out of the tent, I found her sitting serenely in a chair, eyes closed, lost in the moment. I chuckled softly and took my place beside her, letting the gentle lapping of the lake's waves and the soothing crackle of the fire envelop us.

I love you…

"What?" Her voice was a whisper, her eyes meeting mine with a tender curiosity. "Did you say that, or am I imagining things?" The tranquility shattered, replaced by a sudden, icy dread. Had my thoughts slipped out loud?

"Hehe… what? 'I love you'?" I tried to deflect with a raised eyebrow, suggesting she was hearing things.

She giggled, a soft tap on my shoulder. "Felix, I know you said it." My laughter joined hers, a bit too forcefully, as I rubbed my hands together for warmth.

"N-no, why would I ever say that… t-to you especially! That's just crazy…" The words tumbled out, unbidden, and her expression morphed into one of confusion and hurt.

"Oh…" She bit her lip, turning away. "Yeah, why would you ever say that to me… it's just crazy." her voice breaking a little.

A frown creased my brow. I reached out, but she stood abruptly, stretching. "It's getting late… I'm going to sleep—" "Wait!"

She didn't face me, a classic move to hide her emotions. "Y/n, I didn't mean it like that," I said, standing to close the distance between us. I turned her gently to face me, her eyes downcast, arms wrapped protectively around herself. "I was the one who said 'I love you.'" My thumbs caressed her cheeks, lifting her gaze to meet mine. A single tear traced her cheek, and I caught it, my heart aching. "Please, don't cry," I whispered, pulling her into an embrace, one hand cradling her head, the other securing her close. "I love you, Y/n." As we parted, I searched her eyes for permission. "May I?" At her subtle nod, I leaned in, and our lips met in a tender, lingering kiss...

-A heart from Lixie

have a good day/afternoon/night!!!-Chibi

[mingkismain]

Wrong Ingredient - wooyoung x reader

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an; hi guys! i think i started writing this months ago and i finally had the inspiration to finish it! this was supposed to be a halloween fic if that tells you anything abt how long my creative drought was D: but xoxo hope you freaks enjoy <333

wooyoung x fem!reader

genre; smut

word count; 3,380

warnings/tags; pwp, piv, unprotected sex [don't do that], switch!wooyoung and switch!reader [muahaha], slight overstim for reader [and woo tbh], hair pulling, little bit of aftercare

MDNI

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Becoming a potion brewer wasn't your end goal once you had left school, but it helped put a roof over your head and pay for your other hobbies. Plus, your abilities had only improved with time which helped your clientele spread out past the town you lived in. Which was how you met Wooyoung, a wizard a little older than you from a few towns over. He was one of your only clients that would make a house visit to pick up an order, you usually just delivered right to the other towns a few times during the week.

Today, Wooyoung had decided to stop in and order instead of writing to you beforehand, which led to him hanging around your place while you worked on his order. He was no different from a house cat, walking around and exploring, getting too close to what you were working on and nearly ruining it.

"Woo for the love of gods please stay to that side of my cauldron! I don't want you knocking any of my ingredients off the shelves! I don't refund if you fuck up your own order!" You huffed, readjusting your hair and getting back to your brewing.

"Alright! Sorry, just nosey, you know I have no idea how any of this works! That's like, the main reason I come see you," he wandered back over to the other side of your brewing room, reading the spines of all your potion creating books.

"It's fine to be curious but too much curiosity and you can end up with a horrible result," you stopped stirring and looked up to face him, "this has to sit and simmer for a little longer. I'm going to run outside and check my request letters. Do not touch what's brewing or you'll be so sorry." He nodded his head repeatedly.

"Yes ma'am, I'll stay over here and read your books." He gave you a half salute as you walked up your stairs.

Oh, but of course, he was lying to you.

As soon as he saw you were out of eyesight, he crept over to your cauldron, peering in to see what you had made him. He inhaled and immediately went into a coughing fit.

"Gods this reeks! I can't have this shit sitting in my house, it'll drive all my company away!" He fanned his hand in front of his nose to rid the smell as he scanned your shelves for some aromatic he could sneak in. "Yeah, this'll do," he reached for a bottle you had labeled 'red ginseng' and carefully plucked it from your shelf. He had no idea how much to add, but surely a handful of this stuff would rid his potion of that awful smell. Wooyoung poured a handful [and whatever spilled out of his hand] into the mixture and watched it to make sure he didn't blow your house up.

Thankfully he didn't, but he changed the color of the potion by mistake, what was once a bright blue, now made a dull brownish hue. Wooyoung frantically scanned your shelves for something to fix his stupid mistake, surely you had something that could reverse something as simple as a color change??

There was something that caught his eye, on your bottom shelf, tucked away in the back was a bottle with the label peeling off, but from what he could read, it seemed promising.

"Hmm.. 'use in only your most dire of situations' or, something like that." He shrugged, surely that's what the barely there label said. He didn't have much time to think about it as he heard your front door close. He ran back to the cauldron, dumping the rest of the contents of the bottle into it and quickly stirring with the spoon you'd left out. He tucked the bottle into his inner pocket and ran back to your bookshelf just as your footsteps were heard on the stairs.

You squinted at him as you reached the bottom of the staircase, "I really didn't think you'd listen, I thought for sure you would blow my house up."

He chuckled weakly as he flipped randomly through one of your books, "yeah of course I would listen to you! Wouldn't want my order to get messed up like you said," he kept his eyes down at the book as you walked over to your cauldron.

"This should be done now, I'm gonna give it a quick taste test," you took your cauldron off the heat, grabbing your spoon and bringing some of the finished product to your lips, slowly sipping as it was still so hot. Right away something seemed off to you, "strange," Wooyoung moved his eyes to watch you, "Woo, you ordered just a food enhancing potion right?" He nodded. "Can you come taste this? It tastes different from the other batches I've made for you."

He cautiously got up, coming right next to you as you lifted your spoon to his mouth. Taking as much as you did, he spoke after a moment, "yeah it's sort of off, I guess."

You squinted your eyes for a second before realizing and whacking him on the arm with your spoon, "you idiot! I knew you did something to this! What did you add?!"

He backed up, attempting to run from your swings, "nothing bad! Just something to make it smell better! Ow!"

"Woo!" *thwack!* "That's what I was going to do after it was done simmering!" *thwack!* "Show me exactly what you put in here!" *thwack!*

He walked around you as you stood with your spoon still in hand and pointed to the jar of red ginseng.

"And how much did you put in?"

He shrugged, "about a handful? Give or take."

You walked over to him and grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him a little, "dude, when I say to not fuck with my stuff I mean it! Red ginseng is an aphrodisiac! Now we have to wait for this shit to run its course!" As you continued to shake him, something fell out of his robe and rolled onto the floor. You stopped and bent down to pick it up, you eyes nearly falling out of your head when you saw what it was.

You took a few deep breaths, "Wooyoung, I swear on all my mothers, did this come from my shelf too?"

He tried to take a few steps away but you grabbed his arm, tightly. "It might have....."

If you knew any of the spells to instantly kill someone surely your first victim would be Wooyoung.

You took another deep breath in, "Woo, did it ever occur to you that maybe this bottle was in the way back of my shelf for a reason? That maybe it's a little stronger than most of my ingredients?"

He shook his head no.

"Woo. Maybe if you had taken the time to try and read the barely there label, you would've seen that it says 'use in only your most desirable situations'. This is a very strong aphrodisiac! So not only did you add one aphrodisiac, you added another, ridiculously strong aphrodisiac to that! So now we are actually going to have to suffer while waiting for this to wear off!"

He went over to the chaise lounge chair you had by your bookcase and sprawled out on it, "alright look, we just have to wait it out. How bad could that be?"

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Turns out it was really, really bad.

You began to count the stones on the floor to distract yourself from the worsening symptoms. Nothing was working. Every time you got to five or six your brain would reroute to all of the nasty things Wooyoung could do to you. You had to keep shaking your head to reset your thoughts but things kept getting worse and worse. As time went on and you tried to wait it out, you kept moving your eyes from the floor to Wooyoung’s hands, to the seam where his pants met, mind drifting to wondering how big his cock might be, if he knew how to use it, what he sounds like. You could feel your skin growing hotter, face starting to flush, more dirty thoughts were starting to crowd your brain. Your vision was about to go when Wooyoung called your name,

"How long can this go on?"

You met his eyes, "I'm really not sure, I've never had this happen before."

He began to crawl forward on the lounge, "well, what if we did something to help get rid of the symptoms?"

Your head was already starting to get foggy, without thinking you started to crawl towards him, "and what should we do?"

You met him at the edge of the lounge chair, nose to nose, lips just barely touching. He turned his head so he could whisper in your ear, “I think we should fuck each others' brains out, on this chair, until the symptoms wear off. And maybe even after they wear off I'll continue to make you feel good, yeah?"

Your breathing hitched and you swore he could hear your heartbeat, he turned back to meet your eyes and you leaned in to grab him in a deep kiss, crawling up to lean back on the chair with him under you.

"Aw, pretty girl wants me to make her feel good? That what you want?"

You whimpered and nodded your head quickly. The aphrodisiacs were putting your body into overdrive, rendering you unable to think about anything other than getting this man inside of you. You were grabbing at anything you could reach, shrugging his robe off his shoulders, followed by yours hitting the ground; soon it was a frenzy of fabrics flying around the room until you were both naked. In the mess of taking clothes off, you two had switched positions on the couch, you were now lying under Wooyoung, which gave him perfect access to your entire body. His lips began kissing and sucking and biting all over your neck, leaving small hickies that would surely darken as he continued. His hands wandered all over, unable to find a spot to rest. From groping your ass, to moving up and grabbing your tits, flicking and tweaking your nipples as he moved. His lower half wouldn’t stay still either, his cock constantly grinding against your bare pussy, making you leak onto the lounge and only aiding in making you feel like your skin was on fire. His lips continued biting and licking at your neck, moving up to your ear and lightly biting it, letting go to whisper, “what do you need babe? tell me what you want.”

You sighed and moaned, trying to hold on to the last bit of sanity you had, “fuck me Woo please, please I need you so badly right now I’ll do whatever you want just please get inside of me.”

He moved his head so he could see your face, dropping one of his hands down low so he could line up with your entrance, watching your face change as he guided the tip of his cock up and down your slit, hitting your clit each time, making you moan and groan as frustration started to build up. He grinned, “what’s the matter baby? can’t wait? that desperate to have me?”

You sighed as he bumped your clit again, “yes I don’t know how you aren’t! Please just get inside of me—” he finally pushed into you, cutting off your train of thought as he bottomed out inside of you. You hadn’t gotten the chanced to really look at how big he was, but from the stretch you could tell he was decently big, enough to make you drop your jaw and let your legs fall to either side of him. He locked eyes with you and flashed a wicked grin as he continued to push into you. You turned your head to the side, unable to hold the very intimate eye contact with him. Just as you felt him fully sheathe himself inside of you, he groaned and whispered into your ear, “if I had known you felt this good, I would have fucked with my order much sooner."

You had no idea how his brain wasn't as foggy as yours right now, the aphrodisiacs rendering you nothing more than a mumbling, moaning mess underneath him. Your hands against his back, dragging your nails down the expanse of it was your last ditch effort to try and stay on Earth.

He started to pound into you, strong arms caging you in on either side of your head. Eventually, one of his hands found its way down your body and to your clit, lightly rubbing it in time with his thrusts.

You moaned loudly at the added stimulation, not too far away from climax, Wooyoung picked up on that and kept the same pace, but leaned down towards your ear to continue whispering absolute filth to you.

"Come on pretty girl, I know it's right there just come for me."

"You're taking me so well, such a good girl."

Your orgasm hit you so quickly you didn't have time to register it even happening at first, hitting you so hard your back arched off the lounge, Wooyoung sealing your lips in a kiss as he continued to fuck you through it. After you came down, he pulled out,

"I'm not done with you, think you have the energy to get on top?"

You shook your head yes, and he flipped you two over, you now sitting right above his achingly hard cock, lining it up with your entrance and sinking down with a hiss. Wooyoung moaned loudly at the new position. You began to bounce your hips up and down, the lounge slightly creaking under you two. You sat up a bit so you could look at the man under you, an idea popping into your head immediately. You snaked your hand up to the column of his throat and gave a light squeeze at the sides, earning a gasp and another moan from Wooyoung.

You flashed a wicked grin at him now, "aw does that feel good? I had a feeling you would like that." You added a little more pressure to his neck and bounced with more vigor on his cock.

He looked up at you and whimpered, "yes, yes I fucking love it please don't stop." He gripped your hips tightly, likely bruising them in the process, encouraging you to keep at the pace you had set.

All that could be heard throughout your house were the sounds of creaking from the lounge you two were on, and combined moans from the both of you. You could tell that he was getting close from the way his whimpers got higher.

You released your hand from his neck, opting to pull at his hair lightly as you bent down to whisper in his ear, "come on pretty boy, I want you to come for me, give it to me."

He started to buck his hips up into you, rapidly chasing his high. Your second orgasm wasn't too far behind, you took your hand out of his hair and reached back down to rub your clit, trying to finish nearly at the same time as him. His moans grew so rapid and desperate, you knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

Your second climax came with a blurring vision and ringing in your ears, moaning so loudly as you came around him for the second time. Shivering and shaking as he pulled out of you and finished on your chest and stomach, moaning and groaning as he rode out his high.

You both sat there for a moment catching your breath, trying to register if the aphrodisiacs had finally worn off yet. You still had this buzzing feeling on your skin, groaning with frustration.

Wooyoung sat up on his elbows and looked up at you, "do you still feel it too?"

You huffed, "yes. I thought that would have fixed it."

He laughed as he flipped you two back over, "let me see if this will help."

He lifted your legs onto his shoulders as he got down onto his knees, face right in line with your still throbbing clit. He licked a long, painfully slow stripe up your slit, causing you to loll your head back and let out a low groan, already feeling close again.

Your hands found purchase in his hair, lightly tugging at it to encourage him to continue. He groaned at the sensation, sending vibrations through your body, giving you chills down your spine.

He continued to lick and suck at your clit, adding his fingers, curling them into you. You gripped tighter onto his hair, feeling like you could tip over the edge at any second.

Before you could get there, he stopped and sat up, earning a whine from you.

He took your legs off his shoulders, "get on your hands and knees, I want to be inside of you again."

You happily complied and flipped over, wiggling your ass a little at him, earning a slap on your cheeks. You let you another loud moan as he lined up and entered you with ease, beginning to fuck you into the lounge again.

The sound of skin slapping on skin could be heard throughout your house as he pounded into you, his hands gripping onto your hips to keep you from sliding down. Your orgasm from before already creeping up on you, Wooyoung decided to snake one of his hands up your back and into your hair, pulling you so your back was flush with his chest.

From this angle you could feel every inch of him, hitting that spot inside of you that was about to send you over the edge, he brought you closer by your hair and started to kiss and bite your neck, making you moan loudly. He chuckled as he let up on you, admiring his work of purples, blues, and a little bit of red that now adorned your neck. He moved up a little more to bite your ear, and that, combined with his thrusts and his grip on your hair, was enough to send you toppling over the edge again, making you nearly scream at the sensation. He left kisses along your cheek, jawline, and neck as you continued to ride your high.

"Think you can hang in there a little more? I'm so close baby." He loosened his grip on your hair, letting you fall forward onto your elbows.

"Yeah give it to me, come for me again, Woo." He moaned and picked his pace back up again, focusing on his orgasm as you laid there and took it.

He gave you a couple more hard thrusts before he was pulling out again, finishing on your back this time. You let your hips fall as he stood up, both of you taking in deep breaths.

You weakly stood up, now very aware of how sticky you felt. You huffed, "I think that finally did the fucking trick, I'm exhausted but I absolutely need a shower before I lay in my bed."

He laughed at the state of you, "yeah. Definitely. Sorry about that, let me help you." He guided you up your stairs and to your bathroom, keeping a hand on your waist as he turned your shower on, making sure the temperature was alright. He pulled back the shower curtain and allowed you to step in, following in behind you.

Once you both were cleaned off he turned the faucet off and guided you to your bedroom, helping you get dressed as you offered him something to wear.

You looked up at him as you crawled into bed, "you coming?"

He stared at you, "are you sure?"

You laughed, "of course I am! I'm not just going to let you go home after all of that!" He smiled as he crawled into bed, snuggling up behind you.

"Of course, I also want to make sure that the effects really, truly wore off, you know?''

You heard him chuckle behind you, "Oh yeah, of course."

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an; hehehe hope you guys like this one :D lmk what else you wanna see from me! also this was cross-posted onto my AO3 account

[maritessa]

Divination Deception

Jun gets tarot cards from Tatsuya and it somehow causes chaos in Sumaru City.

“Come on, Jun-senpai…. Cheer up, won't ya?” Shougo handed Jun a pizza slice. Ken and Takeshi followed behind their friend and looked at Jun with worried eyes. 

Jun smiled weakly at the gang and thanked them for the food. He sighed softly and sank back into the couch. It's been a few days since Jun hogged the couch in Sumaru Prison. Gas Chamber is always excited to see him but not when he's sighing every 10 seconds and dragging his feet. 

“I'm sure Tatsuya will come around sooner or later,” Ken said sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. Shougo and Takeshi elbowed Ken at his mention of a certain taboo subject. They couldn't believe Ken stepped on such an obvious landmine.

“Tatsuya…” Jun uttered weakly. He looked at the wrapped box Tatsuya gave him on their last date and gently caressed the carefully decorated exterior. His fingers fiddle with the uncharacteristically frilly blue ribbon that sat on top of the present. 

“I'm still not talking to him first though,” Jun huffed, dropping the present on his lap. 

Jun and Tatsuya were out on a date at Honmaru Park in Rengedai. The pair hadn't seen each other in 2 weeks due to finals season. Graduation was peeking at the corner for the two senior students so their parents (and Katsuya) made them promise to have no dates until they've taken their tests and passed them. 

The two sat on a bench near the fountain, enjoying the peacefulness of hearing the water along with the distant noise of children playing in the background. Tatsuya kept glancing at Jun, checking if Jun’s opened the gift he's brought him. 

Unbeknownst to Tatsuya, Jun felt guilty about how he didn't have a gift for their reunion. There was a weight in the box that didn't seem to go away and Jun suspected it would disappear if he was able to return the favor. 

Clang.

Clang.

Clang. 

“Pork buns! Get your pork buns here!” It was from the other side of the fence but everyone in the park could clearly hear the vendor. 

Tatsuya’s stomach growled at the sound of the nostalgic bell. It was faint but not faint enough to hide from Jun’s attentive ears. 

Jun immediately stood up and stood up on the bench. “I'll get you some of the pork buns, Tatsuya! Just wait right here!” 

As Jun was about to lift his foot up on one of the fence’s railings, Tatsuya lifted him up from his waist and sat him back on the bench. 

“Jun, it's dangerous to climb fences! If the guard caught you, you'll get sent to the police booth.” Tatsuya reprimanded his boyfriend.

“It'll be fine! I'll be quick.” Jun scratched the back of his head and tapped his right foot at a quick pace. Tatsuya noticed how impatient Jun was getting but he firmly kept Jun in place by applying force on his shoulders. 

“Do you want some pork buns? We can just get out of the park through the gates and buy them together,” Tatsuya suggested.

“But I want you to stay here and wait for me!”

“There's no need for that. I'm fine with walking.”

“It's not about you walking, it's about me getting them for you.”

“Then we can just walk together and you pay for them.”

“Then it's pointless if you walk with me!”

“How is it pointless? We're on a date so I want to stay with you–”

“Ahem.”

The couple’s bickering was interrupted by a cough from the other side of the fence. The two looked up and noticed a pork bun over it.

“I can just hand the pork bun from here. No need for you lads to fight, eh?” The vendor from the other side chuckled awkwardly.

Tatsuya was about to grab the pork bun but Jun started walking away. Jun just couldn't stand how Tatsuya had something for him and he came unprepared! And when he finally thought of something to do, Tatsuya just HAD to act super cool and handsome and ruin his plans! He wanted to do something for Tatsuya too but Tatsuya just had to be a considerate gentleman! 

Ugh, can you believe that guy? 

And that was the last time the couple talked in the past week. 

“I don't even know what he got me.” Jun carefully unwrapped the gift wrapping. He made sure to keep it as intact as possible so he could add it in his scrapbook later. 

Upon completely unboxing it, the gift turned out to be astrology-themed tarot cards. Jun almost let out a sigh of affection but stopped himself before it was audible. That jerk Tatsuya just had to get something that's perfectly in line with his interests, huh? The cards made the wound fresh again (not like it's healed).

“Are those playing cards?” Shougo asked.

“It clearly says ‘tarot’, dumbass.” Ken snarked.

“What the fuck is a ‘tarot’?” Takeshi blurted out. 

Jun carefully unfolded the instructions and read the description out loud. 

“Tarot cards can help tap into deep, unconscious inner knowledge and offer valuable insights into one’s life, or they can portray hidden motives, opportunities, and potential to the querent–”

“Hey, I got the date for our next performance. I was thinking of discussing the schedule– what's going on here?” Eikichi walked in the room, unknowingly interrupting Jun. 

“Look at this, Boss! Jun-senpai can read our fortunes!” Takeshi said excitedly.

“Hey, I literally just opened these! I don't know how to use them!” Jun said defensively.

“There's a manual right here.” Ken flipped through the pages. “The meanings are all right here.”

Jun grabbed the pamphlet from Ken and quickly scanned through its contents. He already felt overwhelmed by the whole process but he was intrigued nonetheless.

“Oh, it's those card thingies.” Eikichi casually pulled a card from the middle of the deck. “What does mine say?”

In the photo there was a man carrying swords and he seemed to be sneaking away. It was the 7 of Swords of the minor arcana. Jun scrambled to find the Swords section in the pamphlet and answer Eikichi’s expecting gaze.

“It says here that the 7 of Swords stands for deception, trickery, and stealth. Someone might be lying to you….” Jun gulped. 

The Kasugayama students looked at the Boss, waiting for him to think of anyone who could be deceiving him. They all jumped in their seats when Eikichi suddenly punched the table. 

“Son of a bitch!” Eikichi yelled.

“What is it?!” Shougo asked frantically. Everyone was leaning in to hear what Eikichi had to say.

“I knew Tacchan hadn't given up on being the most handsome man in Sumaru!” Eikichi grumbled. “Why can't he just accept defeat? He's up against the Michel!” 

“Yeah! Who does Tatsuya think he is anyway?” Shougo cheered.

“That's right! Our boss is the best in the whole nation!” Ken exclaimed. 

“Uh, you are cool, Michel, but I don't think that's it.” Jun said plainly. 

Jun knew Tatsuya didn't really think about being the most handsome man in Sumaru. In fact, Tatsuya only agreed to this whole contest just to get a reaction out of Eikichi. It did not help that Jun was fanning the flames by bringing it up around Eikichi at every given chance. 

“I see that the cards are influencing you, Jun.” Eikichi laughed and shook his head. “I'll confront Tatsuya right now! This is a fight between men!!”

With that Eikichi ran outside of Sumaru prison with Takeshi, Shougo, and Ken following behind him. 

Jun's brain hadn't registered whatever the hell just happened but the words ‘confront Tatsuya’ and ‘fight between men’ aren't exactly the most pleasant to hear. Especially coming from Kasugayama’s head boss and double especially when it's directed at his boyfriend!

Jun ran out of the livehouse and looked around to find a glimpse of Eikichi and the gang but, as you'd expect from them, they were instantly gone. Jun jogged around aimlessly to catch any clues as to where they could be but instead caught sight of someone else he knew.

“Maya-neesan!” Jun ran to his admired elder sister. He bowed down to greet Katsuya as well. “What are you doing here in Hirasaka?” 

“Jun-kun, it's been a while!” Maya giggled heartily. She raised her right hand and revealed her hand intertwined with Katsuya’s. “We’re out on a date.”

Katsuya looked away, his face flushed red, and nodded. Jun smiled at the two but he couldn't help but feel a lingering emptiness. He talked big but he couldn't help but miss Tatsuya. Katsuya noticed the shift in Jun's demeanor and patted him on the shoulder. He wasn't quite sure exactly what happened but he certainly noticed Tatsuya blasting Mariah Carey’s “Always Be My Baby” on repeat in his room.

“Sorry for interrupting your date then,” Jun bowed slightly and Maya shook her head. 

“It's been a while and I'm glad to see you so don't be! ” Maya playfully hit Jun on the back. “What do you have in your hands there? Playing cards?” 

“Ah, they're Tarot cards Tatsuya gave me….” replied Jun. 

Katsuya squeezed Maya's hand and gave her a look that Maya somehow understood as “Tatsuya and Jun-kun are having a rough patch right now so bringing up Tatsuya is probably rubbing salt in the wound.” Maya caught this and frantically yelled, “Wow! Can you give me a reading?” without a second thought.

Jun snapped out of his daze and nodded with great energy. He quickly shuffled the deck and asked Maya to pull the card on top of the newly arranged cards. Upon the reveal, there sat a woman with a small wand on her hand. She had a crown and sat on a cushion throne. Maya had gotten the Empress. 

“Ooh, Empress. She looks pretty!” Maya smiled cheerily. “I hope it's a good card.”

Once again, Jun opened the pamphlet and looked for the Empress interpretation while Maya gushed about her expectations of good results to Katsuya. 

“It says here that the Empress means… mother, nurturing, and…. Pregnancy?!” Jun couldn't help but raise his voice at the last part.

Maya stood there in shock. Katsuya didn't really believe in the cards but that didn't stop him from holding his breath. 

“Uhm. I'm very new to this so maybe I interpreted it wrong!” Jun frantically explained. “Don't worry about it too much!”

Maya stood there silently and rubbed her stomach. She clutched onto Katsuya’s coat and said seriously, “Katsuya-san, it's impossible for you to be the father but would you be willing to take responsibility for this child?” 

Jun unconsciously grabbed Katsuya’s sleeve. 

“Huh?” was all that left Katsuya’s mouth. 

“I know you're waiting for marriage and all… I'm just a dirty cheater!” Maya faked sobbed. From how exaggerated everything was, Jun understood it was a joke. 

Katsuya didn't seem impressed by this whole situation though. He blankly stared at Maya and breathed slowly. 

“Maya-neesan, I think that's going a bit too far.” Jun pulled on Maya’s arm to try and get her to stop. 

“Come on! It's just a joke, Jun-kun! I'm sure Katsuya-san understands–”

By the look of Katsuya’s face, it didn't seem like he understood. His already naturally furrowed eyebrows? They went down deeper. His breathing was uneven and his right hand squeezed the nook of the coat's elbow. He was clearly holding something back.

“Kat-Katsuya-san… you don't really think I cheated, do you?” Maya stuttered. 

“No but I still don't find this whole thing pleasant.”

“I'm sorry! It was just a joke, I promise!” Maya laughed awkwardly. “I'll go to a Tadashi Satomi to get a test right now! There's no need to worry!”

Maya pulled Katsuya by the hand and dragged him to the direction of the nearest Satomi Tadashi. Katsuya tried to stop her since he didn't really believe in divination but Maya was determined to clear her name of the implied allegations against her (she caused them). Jun didn't really know what to do after that whole fiasco, so he just followed behind them. 

While Maya was admiring the different designs and types of pregnancy tests and Katsuya was as red as his polo shirt, Jun spotted Lisa from the corner of his eye. 

“Lisa! It's been a while!” Jun greeted his close friend.

“Jun!!!!!” Lisa beamed and jumped into Jun’s arms. “It's been way too long!”

“What are you doing here?” Jun asked. 

“I'm just checking out the new make-up stock. Nothing much.” Lisa shrugged. 

“What are those? Playing cards?” She pointed at the cards in Jun’s hand. 

Jun explained how Tarot cards worked to Lisa and the latter's eyes sparkled. Fortunes?! That's all she needed to hear! Lisa snatched the deck from Jun’s grasp, messily shuffled them, and pulled the card on top. It depicted a man and a woman, holding a cup each, and they attended their wedding ceremony. It was the Two of Cups.

It was already obvious but Jun still read the interpretation as written in the pamphlet. “Two of Cups stands for attraction, connection, proposals, and marriage….”

Lisa’s face turned red and she covered her face with her hands. “B-but the only person I'm interested in is Chinyan.”

Jun patted Lisa's back. He was unsure of how to act whenever Lisa was openly affectionate towards his boyfriend. He knew Lisa wouldn't do anything to Tatsuya but he felt guilty that he couldn't ease her pain.

“But Jun, you're with Chinyan! I won't let him cheat on you!” Lisa huffed angrily and stormed off. 

“Wait– Lisa!” Jun ran after and tried to reason out but everyone who knew Lisa knew that when she’s upset, there’s no stopping her. Jun silently asked the cards about how Tatsuya was doing. Would he really cheat in the 7 days they were apart?! And with Lisa of all people?! 

After grabbing the card that resonated with him the most, it revealed a heart being stabbed with three swords under rain clouds. It didn't require a genius to interpret this card but Jun checked just in case he was wrong. 

“3 of Swords… Heartbreak, sorrow, and infidelity….” Jun swallowed the lump in his throat. 

He held Lisa’s hand and looked down at his feet. Logically speaking, he knew that Tatsuya would never do that to him. He would never betray Jun! But with Lisa’s reading and his lining up with each other, he couldn't help but feel anxious about this whole situation. 

Lisa glanced at Jun and saw how mopey he looked. She squeezed his hand and pulled him closer, hugging his arm and offering her warmth for comfort. 

While all that was happening, Tatsuya and Miyabi sat in the corner of the local Peace Diner and shared a tray of fries. Everyone in the establishment looked at the sullen and mysterious expression of the handsome Seven Sister's student but Tatsuya did not feel handsome at all. In fact, he didn't even care that he was being stared at. All he felt was pain and agony from not seeing Jun for another week!

“What am I supposed to do, Hanakouji? I didn't see Jun for two weeks because of exams and now I haven't seen him for another!” Tatsuya groaned. “I'm suffering from Jun withdrawal, I can feel myself actually going insane.” 

Miyabi wasn't familiar with this side of Tatsuya. He's usually reserved so maybe, Tatsuya going insane wasn't a figure of speech. Miyabi considered calling the authorities to check on him.

“Have you tried contacting him?” Miyabi chewed on a fry.

“I mean… I went to his house and he wasn't home….” Tatsuya murmured. 

Miyabi thought that a text would suffice but she didn't mention it. It was usually Eikichi or Jun being openly emotional so it felt refreshing to see Tatsuya a mess, as bad as it sounded. 

Bam!

Everyone glanced at the door to check the source of the noise and there stood Eikichi. He marched towards Tatsuya and pulled him by the collar.

“You!!!” Eikichi growled. “You weren't satisfied with trying to take the title of most  handsome man from me so you also target my girl?!”

“Huh?” Tatsuya broke himself free of Eikichi’s grip.

“Eikichi-kun, it's not what it looks like!” Miyabi cried.

Eikichi pulled Miyabi to his side and grabbed her by the waist. He bitterly pointed at Tatsuya and snarled. 

“What?! So you weren't cheating with me but with Koazy?!” Lisa and Jun interrupted the scene. The rest of the customers weren't even eating anymore, they were way too invested in the drama that was unfolding before them.

Tatsuya didn't notice. Tatsuya didn't even hear whatever the hell Lisa just said. He saw Jun with a fierce look on his face, his arms intertwined with Lisa's.

“Jun… Can we talk?” Tatsuya whimpered as he ran towards Jun. He looked so adorable being out-of-character that the audience almost shed a tear at his cuteness. 

Lisa stepped in between the two boyfriends and hid Jun behind her back. “What are you going to talk about? Are you finally going to tell him about how you're cheating?”

“Cheating?” Tatsuya scratched his head. “I cheated on my blood pressure test in the clinic if that's what you mean.” 

“Hah, so the lies the cards told me is this, huh?” Eikichi laughed to hide his annoyance. “You're the traitor, huh, Suou?” 

“I'm seriously lost right now, can someone fill me in?” Tatsuya pleaded. The rest of the diner prayed they would answer his plea because they were also lost in the plot.

“You know the cards you gave me?” Jun started explaining. “We used them to read fortunes and it said something about someone lying and betraying Michel.”

Miyabi, who had been silent this whole time, pulled Eikichi’s sleeve and asked him to listen to her. Eikichi loosened his stiff shoulders and leaned down to hear Miyabi’s words.

“Actually… I was the one who called Suou-san here.” Miyabi said bashfully. “Because, I felt so guilty about spilling ink on the lace handkerchief you gave me for my birthday. When you said you wanted me to use it on our date, I didn't know how to tell you….” 

Tatsuya nodded his head and agreed with everything Miyabi revealed. “We were seriously just venting out our feelings.” 

Eikichi backed down and started comforting Miyabi about the handkerchief incident. While the two hugged and reconciled, Lisa wasn't convinced. 

“Okay, so why exactly did Jun get a card about heartbreak and infidelity?” Lisa badgered. She squeezed Jun’s hand in anticipation of Tatsuya's response.

“I don't know about infidelity but… it's been rough not being able to talk to you, Jun.” Tatsuya sniveled. “I swear I never cheated. If you consider me venting to Hanakouji about my feelings as cheating then I won't do that too ....” 

Tatsuya dropped down on his knees and looked down on the ground. Jun kind of felt guilty for causing this, especially considering this started because Tatsuya was being an A+ boyfriend unlike him. He crouched down to Tatsuya's level and ruffled his hair. 

“Geez, why are you the one looking so pitiful? You're not even at fault.” Jun chuckled sheepishly. “You're only allowed to show this pathetic side of you to me, okay? So stand up and don't let the whole diner have a show.” 

Jun assisted Tatsuya up and laughed at the mess his boyfriend was. He's always perfect which Jun loved about him even though it was annoying but Jun loved his pathetic side just as much.

Before Tatsuya could respond, his phone buzzed. Both he and Jun checked the message and it was from Tatsuya’s mother.

“I asked your brother to invite his lover to dinner. Ask Jun-kun if he'd like to join.” 

Tatsuya looked at Jun with longing eyes which Jun responded to with a hearty chuckle. He snuggled into Tatsuya's shoulders and walked out of the diner. 

“Wait what? So Eikichi, Jun, and Chinyan can get their happy endings but I don't know who my partner is?!” Lisa complained out loud. 

Lisa heard a laugh from behind her. When she turned around, it was none other than Chikarin who witnessed the whole event. 

“You were so cool, Lisa-san! Chikarin is sure your fortune will also come true!” Chikarin smiled widely at Lisa. 

“Thanks, Chikarin. I hope so.” Lisa sighed. “Coaches truly don't play, huh? Can't believe I just fixed my crush’s love life.” 

Chikarin patted Lisa’s back and pushed her to the cashier. 

“Yes, yes, you did great. Let Chikarin treat you to some burgers as a reward.” Chikarin cooed. 

“Yay! You're the best, Chikarin!” Lisa hugged Chikarin tightly as they picked out which combo would get them the best deal. 

[sketchedboba]

The Night in Bowser City

Part 2

The two were enjoying the personal ship ride to the city, a territory off the coast of the Darklands Bowser often avoided. He was well aware of the organized crime in it and had sent troops to try and crack down on the boss rings running the inner city. However he had already spent too much time on it when there were more important matters to attend to.

One of them sitting right beside him:

His little husband.

He had taken months planning this especially since Luigi had constantly asked him about the city. On top of that, he wanted the trip to be two days where they could take their minds off of finalizing the peace treaty. Their union hadn't suppressed the tensions, but Daisy insisted they begin easing it through talk of a treaty. He was still unsure of it, but was trying to trust her judgement for his husband's sake.

Luigi turned to his stiff partner and patted his arm, "Everything ok? If you're worried about my brother, I think he'll balance Daisy out... maybe."

Bowser shook his head, remembering that this wasn't the time to worry about those things. "Yeah, right. If those two get each other riled up then it'll be easy to do so with the kids... Hopefully the walls are still intact by the time we go back."

"Hopefully- A-Anyways, we should focus on tonight. Of all the land you own, Kamek rarely mentioned the city.", he pondered.

"That's because I've ignored it entirely.", Bowser muttered feeling a little slap on his arm. "Hey!"

"Why?! They're your citizens!"

"It's complicated."

And he always got, "It's nothing, I'll take care of it."

He hated when he said that, despite spending years with him and finally getting him to speak his mind freely, Luigi picked up that Bowser never discussed too much of his political stances.

He always had to follow up with, "What does that mean?"

Luigi sighed and turned his attention to the window to clear his head. The blue accents electrify the city, the dark storm clouds accompanied the atmosphere, and the karts were as small as ants yet glowed so brightly. He smiled watching them as he tried to get his mind off of the awkward air filling the room.

Bowser watched him then lowered his head and gave his little husband a kiss on the head.

"I just want to know a bit more.."

"I know, but let's discuss this later, ok?", Bowser purred.

Luigi scratched under the large lizard's chin with a grin, he knew he was weak to his purring and agreed to leave the conversation at that. Bowser smiled as his tail swished slightly from the scratches.

"Your highnesses, we're descending to the port. I'll check with the posts here of any further reports about-". Kamek got cut off with Bowser's tail covering his mouth. His gleeful Express turned sour as he glared at the magikoopa.

"Bowser?"

"Everything's fine, right?", he growled as his tail lowered.

Kamek gulped, "Yes sire... Everything is fine, w-we'll have some paratroopa escort you to-to the hotel.."

Luigi looked up at him, pissed. "Bowser..", he said irritated.

Immediately he knew he'd have an earful about how he handled this, but it was worth not letting Luigi worry too much about their trip. The last thing he wanted was to spend more than a night here especially with knowing his husband's attempts to fix everything.

A goomba painted in black ooze and glowing purple eyes scurried down a neon blue laced hallway, "Boss! Boss!!"

The guards slithered in front of them just before they got to the door, "What's your business?"

"I have an urgent report for the boss!"

The two looked towards each other then back at the goomba, "Wait here."

One slithered inside while the other waited patiently for his partner to return, a few minutes went by and the large tech doors holographically glitched away.

"Go ahead", said the other guard.

The goomba nodded and scurried along into the heavily wired corridor, "Boss! The King! He's here in the city!"

"Oh? He's finally reared his head again in MY domain! What a treat~"

"It also seems that he has brought someone with him this time, a human."

A long slip of silence let itself in, what followed was the scrape of metallic shelling on the desk before him. "A human... It's been a long long time since I've had the pleasure of eating one... How long ago were they spotted?"

"About an hour ago, boss"

"Have they landed yet?"

"They should be, on the west side of the city, boss. Should we raid the port?"

"No, We know too well Trixie owns that port. Look, find out what hotel they're at. I won't let this one slip like the princess did.."

"Y-Yes boss!", the goomba grinned. "We won't let you down!"

She scoffed and waved her tail away signalling them to leave her. The goomba nodded and ran out as fast as it could.

"Humans.... How I've missed the taste."

[sugawhaaa]

!!Health update!!

Part 4??

So the other night guess where I had to go again 😃 the ER yippee!! So basically my chronic pain suddenly got worse and I went to the ER with my mother again. We got in, I was marked as urgent and as soon as we went to triage I got taken to the side room to get blood work, an IV, and a urine test and they had to do that heart scan thing because my blood pressure was sky high like 😨 they gave me some meds and sent me out to the waiting room. I sobbed for like 4 hours in the waiting room they gave me Torydol or however u spell it through my IV and guess what?! It stopped working in an hour.

I was then moved up to most urgent and got rechecked for vitals when a nurse came and got me. After like...9 hours I finally saw a doctor and he pretty much said "idk what's wrong with you" which was yk very reassuring to hear. He was very kind tho so that's good 👍 and after all that I got perscribed ✨️morphine✨️ which was scary at first. And when I was getting it in the ER the nurse was like "u may feel neaseua or dizziness its all normal" and when she put the thing in my IV I started having difficulty breathing and I said that and she instantly went "No your not your fine," bc she forgot to mention the number one side effect of morphine is a choking feeling but yk would've been freaking nice to know before I started thinking I was having an allergic reaction to a drug.

Anyway what I'm getting at here is that my pain I've been having is so insufferably bad that I needed morphine to EASE the pain. I ended up getting scheduled for an ultrasound the next day and legally the nurse couldn't tell me anything she saw but she was measuring a few things in my uterus and there were lots of red and blue dots on the screen so she found smth 👍

Unfortunately it'll take a week to get the results and idk how much the gynecologist will be able to do for me at the end of the day. My mother did say when the nurse was measuring smth in my uterus that it was at least 4cm which doesn't sound like a lot but my little uterus ain't that big 😬 so smth 4cm long will take up about 50% of the space in my uterus which is JAGEURJ

Anyway sorry this is long but I'm in a lot of pain and literally flipping out rn bc I might need surgery like...rlly soon so if I'm not uploading a lot that's bc I am stressed tf out rn 😭

[happyk44]

It was difficult to think.

He never knew Thalia had a brother. Had that been why she was so anxious earlier? Searching for the little brother she lost? What the fuck happened to this kid?

His teeth were still stained with Ethan's and Iapetus', now Bob's, blood. It meshed gold and red against his lip, onto his lower jaw. He didn't follow Nico as he stepped forward to show his father the sword they recovered. Instead, he watched Thalia and Percy closely, cautiously. Half lowered to the ground. There was a menace to his stance. Animalistic. Fingers curled. Teeth barred. Eyes, bright blue and distrusting. The smell of lightning, burning and acrid, edged at them. A warning of what he could do.

What he was willing to do.

Ethan's burnt bloody body came to mind.

Percy's head was buzzing with questions. He could barely hear Hades as he spoke, regarding Nico with a soft love and Persephone with thinly veiled annoyance.

Funny, Percy thought. He would've assumed it would be the other way around. But there were clearly a lot of things about the underworld he was unfamiliar with.

Hades stepped down from his throne as the sword was lifted into the air by the Furies. He slid one hand, fatherly and calm over Nico's head. Then turned to his wife and grabbed her by the jaw. Percy's breath caught in his throat. Thalia stiffened, hands clenched tight at her side.

"Stop disobeying me," he seethed. "I'm already at risk with the boy here. Why are you so insistent in putting us in harsher light?"

Despite the grip on her face, Persephone looked only amused. Her hand came to rest on his wrist. "I only wish to help. You know that."

He rolled his eyes and let go of her with a gentle shove. With a quiet snap of his fingers, he vanished into the darkness.

The air was heavy and then, "You test his patience too much."

Persephone smiled gently at Nico. "Oh, I test a lot of things when it comes to your father."

Thalia grit her teeth. "You-" She inhaled sharply, spared a single glance for her hunched over brother still glaring at them. "He didn't know it existed."

Almost bored, Persephone smoothed her dress down. The puzzle clacked together in Percy's head. "That's why he wasn't there!" He stepped forward and froze when Jason snarled viciously. He held his breath but kept going. "That's why you gave us the mission. He told you he didn't want the sword."

A soft whistle slid through the air, as breathy as a spring day. Jason relaxed on his haunches. As she approached slowly, Persephone regarded Percy and Thalia like annoying bugs she'd discovered in her garden. Something to quash.

To get rid of.

Then she stiffened up as Nico joined their side. He was still, rigid. A little off to the side as he'd been all day. But ultimately with them.

"Percy's right," he said quietly. A little frown to his face. "The balance of power is all thrown off now. Other gods barely trust my father as it is. There's no way they're going to be okay with this."

"I can handle other gods, Nico."

"When has he ever wanted other people to deal with what he has to handle from other gods?"

More questions boiled at the top of Percy's head. There was a history he was never going to understand - something Thalia, in all her Huntress, direct line to a goddess glory, probably knew better than Percy ever would. Something Nico already had a hand in.

Persephone rolled her eyes. "It'll be fine. He's accepted the sword. It will be finished, and he will finally be as powerful as his brothers. More so, if we're lucky." She gestured loosely. "Our realm will be protected, against Kronos or anyone else who wants to threaten us."

Anyone else? The fuck did that mean?

"Dad likes to handle that kind of thing himself."

"Your father doesn't like to ask for help." Persephone's eyes were dark now, blazing like a storm. Her voice was cold, frozen. "I chose to stop offering. Better to ask forgiveness."

Something akin to guilt, to understanding was in Nico's eyes just before he shielded them from view. What did he know? What did Persephone?

The way she spoke about the sword - Percy had always assumed that Hades was the on the same standing as his brothers. The Big Three. Equal. Powerful. Balanced.

But here was she acting as though they weren't. That there was something unfair.

Percy looked over at Nico again, the way he stood off to the side. He was on Percy's side but still standing away, like he wasn't sure if he was allowed.

Keeping an eye on Jason, Percy shifted towards Nico, protective. He got maybe an inch and half before Jason growled, lowering cautiously. Percy stopped

Thalia released a heavy grunt. "Fine!" she spat. Persephone turned her gaze to Thalia. The darkness in her eyes turned from a storm to a void, empty and uncaring. "You have your fucking sword. You have the power you wanted, whatever, but why!" She jabbed a hand at Jason. "Why is my brother here!"

"Well, little sister, Jason had a difficult time after your mother abandoned him to the wolves-"

"Wolves?" Thalia hissed.

Persephone ignored her outburst. "The place he was staying could not handle him in the long-term. They called my husband for help. Storms are difficult to contain, they wanted him to go down easy. Instead, Hades offered to take him in. He showed our brother a kindness."

"A kindness?" Thalia's voice was pitched high, angry, scared. She pulled out her spear. "You're fucked in the head if you think this is kind!"

She was on the ground before Percy could exhale. Jason had thrown himself at her. A muzzle of shadows was pulled tight over his face as he snarled viciously. A leash of flowers was strapped around his chest, keeping him from clawing at Thalia's skin. He was spitting, angry, enraged.

Persephone only looked annoyed.

Nico rushed last Percy and yanked Jason further back. Thalia breathed hard. Tears dropped from the corners of her eyes. She swatted Percy's hands away and stood up shakily. Jason was thrashing violently, ready to attack again. He seemed partly aware that Nico was holding him back, just barely holding himself from hurting him but hellbent on digging his gnashing teeth into Thalia's throat.

"Jason is barely a person," Persephone said. She laid a hand on top his head. He grunted under her touch, recoiling back from it but ultimately quieting. The muzzle and leash disappeared. "I have done quite a bit to help him move on from the nature instilled in him, but there is no cure to it. He will never be the child you remember."

Thalia let out a broken sob. This time she didn't fight back from Percy wrapping an arm around her. To her credit, Persephone's gaze softened at the sound.

"He has a purpose and a life here that he would never have had otherwise. But test my patience again, little sister, and I will happily have him watch as I wring you out to dry. Believe me." Persephone's voice dropped to a chilly whisper. "He will not care."

She pulled a duo of black roses from her pocket. Handing them off to Nico, she levelled Thalia and Percy with a look. "Speak about the sword before it is completed and I promise you will regret it immensely."

As strong as it was, Percy held her gaze. "And Jason? Can we talk about him?"

"I wouldn't recommend it," Persephone said. "Jason has his own purpose in this war and our father, bless his soul, is undoubtedly paranoid of every little thing. We don't need him coasting in on petty concerns before Jason can complete what he's been requested to assist in."

Still shaking in Percy's hold, Thalia inhaled sharply. "And after the war?"

Persephone shrugged. "Depends on if he lives, I suppose. But he's a strong fighter. The wolves wouldn't have tolerated anything less." She gestured to the roses clutched in Nico's hands. "Crush these beneath your feet to return to the world above." Before she vanished into a pool of daisies, she smiled. "Do not try anything stupid."

As petals landed on him and Nico, Jason shuddered, shaking himself off like a dog caught in the rain. He huffed and clocked his jaw against the top of Nico's head. Nico grimaced and patted Jason's shoulder.

Thalia breathed heavily then stepped gently out from Percy's hold. "What does- what does he understand?"

Jason looked at her briefly, tensing. Nico bit his lip. "A lot. He doesn't really know how to speak but he knows words. And he likes it here. He plays with the dogs. I think they remind him of the wolves." He snorted. "Cerberus thinks he's annoying."

Thalia swallowed thickly. She opened her mouth but no words came out. Percy stepped up to her side. The suddenness had Jason growling low. Electricity bounced off his skin. Percy put his hands up.

"What exactly are they planning to use him for?"

Nico was quiet for a moment, then, "You won't see him. It's on a different side." He shook his head. "Not Kronos. Just. Elsewhere. I can't really explain, but it's nothing for either of you to be worried about."

Percy thought about the sword. The way Persephone spoke of his dad, of Thalia's dad. The way she alluded to their other enemies. The way it seemed that Olympus was an area of concern.

Nico eyes, however, were nothing but earnest. Pleading.

Percy glanced at Thalia, who seemed to be thinking the same thing as him as she regarded the daisies being swept up by a skeletal janitor.

The two of them glanced at one another. Then Percy nodded. Thalia nodded back and turned to Nico. "Okay," she said, voice thin. "I'll trust you on that."

Nico picked a petal off his shoulder and watched it flutter down to the ground. "I'll have to ask but... Maybe after the war, you can come down and I'll tell you about what he did."

He held out the roses in his hand. Thalia plucked one from his palm and Percy followed suit. Jason tracked their hands closely, brushing closer to Nico's side with every inch. Once Thalia and Percy had returned to their positions a couple feet away, Jason relaxed a little bit, shifted away from Nico.

His hands flew together in a stiff blur. Nico ran a hand threw his hair and nodded. "Yes, they're leaving soon."

Jason rolled his shoulders and eyed the two of them like he didn't believe it. Like he would make them leave if they didn't. He seemed more human now. Blood was still dried to his face, but there wasn't an undercurrent of violence radiating off of him anymore.

Still, the way he held himself. Persephone's words came to mind. Jason is a barely a person.

He was still glaring like he wanted to hurt them, but less like he wanted to rip their throats out. There was no recognition in his eyes when he looked at Thalia.

He is not the child you remember.

Nico rubbed his face tiredly. "Um. I'll keep an eye on Bob. And Jason can watch him when I'm not here. It'll probably do him good to be biting people other than Menoetes. Or Hermes."

Hah.

Dogs and mailmen. Percy would've laughed if the situation wasn't so tense and painful.

Nico crossed his arms over his chest. "You guys should go before Jason starts freaking out again. He's not really good around new people." He cleared his throat, glancing at Percy. "You remember my offer?"

A shiver went down Percy's spine. Oh yeah. That. "I'm still thinking about it."

"Don't think too long." Nico glanced at Jason and clicked his tongue. "Jason. Come on." Jason prowled close to Nico's side, eyes on Percy and Thalia the whole time. "I'll see you guys." He turned and began walking away. Jason followed close behind, eyes never straying from the two behind him until he turned the corner out of the throne room and vanished from sight.

Thalia wiped at her face. "What-" She shook her head. "What was Nico talking about?"

"He has a suggestion about how to fight Kronos. Told me about it last summer." Percy sighed heavily. "But it's dangerous and a lot to think about it. I've had enough danger today."

"And I have enough to think about today," Thalia said. She wiped at her face once more and exhaled harshly. "Let's fucking get something to eat and pretend we were never here, yeah?"

He watched as she stared emptily at the doorway Jason had just disappeared behind. Squeezed her shoulder and smiled thinly when she turned back to him. "Yeah. Sounds like fun."

[fizhingtrawl]

uhhh. TW for stuff like blood, implied murder, possibly puke

You grasp the edge of the sink, sweaty hands slipping off of marble as you try to compose yourself. Your blonde, Curly hair had draped over your face as you heaved over the sink. You felt sick to your stomach, so, so sick. the hand of one of your friends rubbed your back, the two of them talking to eachother. you couldn't focus on what they were saying, you just felt so sick. bits of blood and skin in your teeth, the taste of iron on your tongue- it was all too much. Ringing. You heard ringing in your ears. God, Why wouldn't it stop? You had sworn this was all a bad dream. just a bad dream. but as you sat in the shower, the steam burning your skin, the red running down the drain- it became all too real. An Hour. It's been an hour since it happened. You still don't know what to do. you still feel sick. you feel like you're being eaten from the inside out. you feel like you're filled with worms. worms that whisper to you about what you've done. Your friends are still talking, You can't tell what about. maybe they're discussing what a monster you've become. No, they don't think that, Do they? No, they're your bestfriends, Come on... But.. You are a monster, aren't you? You grasp your golden locks in your hands and sob, the cold water of the shower you'd been sitting in hit your skin harshly, and it only made you sob harder. They help you out of the tub, the one in blue clothing gives you a towel. it feels so rough against your skin. the shorter one walks to your room and grabs some clothes for you, handing them to you. they wait outside of the bathroom. Once you're done, they come back in. you sit in the corner, holding a trashcan against your chest as you sob. you keep dry heaving. you want to throw up, you want to but you can't- all you can do is cry. Finally, you can somewhat understand what the one in orange was saying. "It's gonna be okay, Robert- You didn't mean to! It'll- We're gonna make sure it's okay. No one needs to know, Okay, man?" You try to respond. all that comes out is a sob.

"C'mon, Robbie.. I Promise." You still can't make out the words you wanted to say. And Finally, you throw up into the trashcan. You heave and sob, you could still feel the skin that had brushed against your teeth, the way your hair was pulled. the way you felt yourself fall back. What was your brother going to think of you? Your uncle? Oh god- Your little sister. she looked up to you, and now you were a monster. you didn't deserve your families love anymore, did you? you were horrible. Knocking. Knocking on the bathroom door. You nearly screamed, and the one in orange covered your mouth. "Shhh, Robbie- Robbie, It's fine, dude! I'll handle it!" you sniffle. after a moment of staring with red, puffy eyes, you nod and decide it would be best if he talked to them. you wouldn't be able to face whoever it was anymore. it didn't matter. He got up and cracked the door. You could see the familiar glasses- the red and blue. It was your older brother, Radford. You shied away from the door and hid your face beneath your golden hair. "Is He okay?" "Uh.. Yeah, Dude. don't even worry about it, we're helping him-" "With what? You said he was okay, Roy. Robert? Robert, hey, are you okay?-" "UH- HERE, YOU COME BACK LATER--" The one in orange slammed the door shut, and the knocking happened for another few seconds before your brother gave up and walked away. He sighed, sliding down into a sitting position against the door. "Wow, That was close, wasn't it robbie?.." You nod silently. What would Radford think if he knew?