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A sister's love
The justice league hurriedly responds to a call for backup at a little in the middle of nowhere place by the name of Amity Park.Â
The situation had seemed so simple.Â
A Star Sapphire had suddenly shown up on Earth which isnât immediately cause for concern but she was unidentified, so a lantern was definitely going to have to look into it if only just to make sure that nothing bad was going on. There are two planet side green lanterns, Simon and Jessica. So they responded to handle the potential situation.Â
Things rapidly spun out of control when they realized it wasn't just a Star Sapphire.Â
"I hate to say this but we're gonna need backup" Simon tells Cyborg, "the Star Sapphire has brought something with her. My first guess was a white martian but..." The other one can do some manner of density shifting, and he can go invisible, but they know ways around that. Whatever this one is doing isnât that though.
"Why isn't this working!?!" Comes Jessica's slightly panicked voice in the distance, "he keeps just going through my creations! dammit, think think Jess" She tried to contain him with a flamethrower construct but he just ignored it, like heâs seemingly ignoring everything else sheâs throwing at him.
"Our constructs have zero effect on the other one, the alien, meta? man I donât know heâs human shaped"Â
"What is the situation other than the two hostiles?"
"Uh we got some government agents who are retreating because of the Star Sapphire wrecking their stuff. And the civilian people here seem to be falling under her influence, so she must be human. She's from here, she needs emotional connection to pull that stuff off."
The people are furious, the violet glow around them clearly indicates that the girl is using her ring to amp them up but if Simon didnât know any better heâd say this was red lantern stuff.
Well there are more ways to whip people up into a frenzy, by hurting their loved ones for example.
There is a brief moment where it can be heard that Simon and Jessica try to get into a more advantageous position.Â
Simon grunts, "dammit, those agents seemed to have weapons that actually worked on the other guy but the Star Sapphire used her violet constructs to shield him and destroy their guns and we've been struggling since" this whole situation stinks, he has a weird feeling about all of it.
"Simon this is really really bad, i can't keep restraining all these civilians, we're running out of energy fast!"
Cyborg tries to get a visual on the situation from his position in the Watchtower while heâs notifying any league affiliated heroes who are nearby and available.Â
But all of a sudden he realizes there is just nothing, just a big lap of void where the two lanterns are supposed to be, there is no cctv footage, no cell towers, no internet connection. Just what the hell is going on here.
Then the audio transmission starts to violently crackle.
A new voice laced with static can suddenly be heard, "There you two are"
"Shit"
"Is the justice league coming yet? Are they finally going to do something?" the staticy voice continues.
"Stay back you-"
"Or maybe they still need more of a reason to act"Â
The audio cuts out.Â
"Jessica! Simon! Come in!" ... "Shit!"Â
Cyborg finally gets a clear picture with the satellite cameras and now sees the entirety of Amity Park has been covered with a crystalized violet dome. Itâs then that he remembers the story Hal told quite some time ago now about a Star Sapphire who managed to put a whole planet into love stasis.
They are gonna need more help with this one he thinks.
Meanwhile Jazz is still shakily trying to figure out how her new pink powers work, now that all the fighting is over (for now), the GIW forcefully expelled from Amity, and the two Justice league people captured and restrained.
Everything happened so fast, one moment the GIW had knocked out her brother and were forcefully taking him away and while she saw them drive off (she was pretty sure she was screaming) a pink thing just froze her in place, She was pretty sure someone said something about âgreat love in her heartâ and then she was⊠well she was flying and- and there wasnât really any time to question things then so she may have kinda gone and ripped into the van that had Danny.
Sheâs pretty sure she healed him, and then things just completely spiraled out of control from that point on. and now sheâs here.
Sheâs pretty sure this is crazy villain behavior, sheâs going to get put on some sort of watchlist and then sheâll never get to be a psychologist but itâs fine.
Her little brother is safe, thatâs all that matters. And she will keep it that way.
#dpxdc#dcxdp#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp x dc#dc x dp#dp x dc crossover#green lanterns#jazz fenton#simon baz#jessica cruz#so Jazz is a Star Sapphire#And she is using the love she has for her brother as well as the love of the Amity Park community#the people of Amity are already not happy with the Justice League so getting them to do what she wants isn't hard#atm though she doesn't really know she's doing it#and the ring is probably also influencing her#I feel like this situation would first get worse before it would get better#The GIW would try to spin this into their advantage somehow
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Ranking the Veilguard companions Hookup Potential based on the kind of bed situation they have going on in the Lighthouse
(im in early act 2 so have no idea what further romance scenes are actually like, this is just jokin time without any romance spoilers. just pics of how their respective rooms in the lighthouse look and some basic characterization we know about them)
Taash: 8/10
In another game or the real world I would only rate this a 5 because they have no pillows or addition blankets. however they do have a real bedframe AND it's big enough for 2 which means the they are doing better than 90% of the rest of the Veilguard so this score gets boosted. And while there's not many blankets, there are plenty of braziers around the room to keep you warm, and Taash is probably their own miniature furnace to cuddle up to. Crucially, they also have a whole wheel of cheese next to the bed, which means you don't even have to leave the covers to get a snack after.
Lucanis: 1/10
Oh no. I'm not even going to comment on the pantry angle because everyone else asks him about that to begin with, so this is just about the bed. Unfortunately the bed is a cot made of uneven wooden planks with some blankets on top of it, and is only wide enough for 1. This is because Lucanis hates sleeping and doesn't want to do it, so the less tempting his bed is, the better for him. Unfortunately this means sleepover potential is dreadful and you will have to find alternate solutions. He does at least have another blanket to go over him and one that's presumably being used as a pillow, so, he gets a 1 instead of a 0, but I am still planning on gifting him coupons for a back massage for Satinalia.
Bellara: 4/10
This setup is perfectly fine for sleeping. It's the lighthouse standard little bed couch thing, has a mattress/cushion, is elevated off the floor, has a pillow, and she's got her blankets folded below. Perfectly serviceable for getting a good night's rest which we know Bellara is not because she forgot to sleep again. However, it's very much a one person sized setup. You might be able to cuddle for a while but if one of you unconsciously tries to roll over you are going right to the floor. Ouch.
Lace Harding: 5/10
You might be wondring "why is sleeping on the floor rated higher than bellara's" and the answer is because this means you are not rolling off the bed onto the floor. it's not going to be comfy but we are not ranking comfort here we're ranking sleepover potential. Harding has managed to make this space look homey and the canopy gives the illusion of being in a tent or canopy bed to help with that illusion. There are rugs down on the floor plus the blankets and pillows--we know Harding is used to sleeping on the ground due to her career as a scout, and I'm sure she can scrounge up more blankets to make the cushioning big enough for the both of you. Your back WILL hurt in the morning but you'll get to have a fun night first.
Neve: 3/10
Girl I know you can do better than this. Which means you're not trying to on purpose, so, live your life I guess. I will say this cot IS bounds nicer than Lucanis's--you can see its a stretched canvas or hide on a frame rather than wooden planks, so it will have a little more give. However they are not THAT much comfier which I know having slept on this modern equivalent many times. Neve also apparently has 0 pillows or blankets so you're out of luck there, as well as the problem of it only being wide enough for 1 again. This woman has too many other things going on to think about romance so your Rook is going to be the one improvising on that matter I think.
Davrin: 10/10
Now here is a man who has his life together. Double or queen size mattress, rustic bed frame he probably lovingly carved and assembled himself by hand, and not only are there sheets AND blankets AND pillows, they are are full on matching set and this knight in shining armor dutifully makes the bed every morning. There's also enough pillows for two! While the remains of a giant corpse is hanging above you all night, the spacing of the ribs still gives you lots of room above to manouver, so just don't worry about that. As a bonus you'll probably even have a baby griffon come to cuddle in the night which is such a cute thought we're going to ignore how much worse getting stepped on by a griffon foot would be than even the biggest fattest housecat trying to stand on your stomach at 4:30am. My one criticism of the setup here is that due to the bed's positioning if the person on the inside needs to get up in the night they'll have to awkwardly crawl over the person on the outside, however everyone else's bed situation is so dismal I'm not even going to subtract a point for that. Great work Davrin.
Emmrich: ???/10
Where... does this man sleep. Peepaw I KNOW you can't be sitting in that armchair all night you need your beauty rest!!! There are 0 beds or cots or floor blankets in this man's room. HOW am I supposed to break his pelvis if he has nowhere for us to lie down??? We can't risk that old man's spine on the cobblestone.
Wait... unless. No, surly not. I mean--jk. Unless...? đłđłđł
is daddy necromancer gonna fuck me on the sacrifice slab... đłđłđłđ„”đ„”đ„”
Bonus:
Solas 11/10
does not matter where he actually slept bc once my inquisitor Gets Him again they WILL be fucking on top of the piano in front of the mural in his Yearning Room
#i know rook has their own couch thing however this post was funnier without it. also they have 0 pillows/blankets so a 5/10 also.#ramblings#dragon age: veilguard#dragon age: the veilguard#dav shitposts#lucanis dellamorte#taash#lucanis#lace harding#harding#bellara#bellara lutare#neve#neve gallus#davrin#emmrich#emmrich volkarin#solas#solavellan#rook#full disclosure after i thought of this and took all these pics i Did get a cutscene where emmrich has a corpse on the table so. not a bed#but for a few days of running around i WAS like... i mean theres nowhere else... what if...#i still think itd be hot#jade plays dav#juniper aldwir#juniper rook#datv#veilguard#also plrease note i made this before i got taashâs Gender Quest⊠i edited the pronouns after#but the old reblogs that got popular still show âsheâ sorry
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Devil's Corner || S.JY
racer!jaeyun x rival's sister!reader warnings: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, oral (f.rec), food play - lollipops, exhibitionism (kinda), terribly described racing scenes, mentions of past trauma, anything else lmk! wc: 18k synopsis: jaeyun goes by a lot of names - leader of the lucifers, your brother's biggest rival, the number one racer in the south&west, and your non-boyfriend. on his birthday, you go to the grit track to wish him luck, not knowing your relationship is going to change forever. a/n: hi! i am not officially back, i'm still taking a break but it would be so wrong of me to miss the loml's birthday (although i'm early) <33 this isn't exactly how i wanted this to turn out so i'm sorry if it's shit đźâđš anyway, i'll be back soon hopefully bc it's almost my one year anniversary. comments/feedback/reblogs are all appreciated and i love you all so much! happy jake day when it comes <3
âYou know I canât be here, Ireh,â you say, casting a wary glance around. âIf Yeonjun sees me, heâll lose his mind.â
âWill you just relax for like half a minute, please?â Ireh sighs, her voice tinged with lighthearted frustration as she tugs you closer to the grit track, the sound of revving engines growing closer. âHeâs probably busy preparing for the race. You know how seriously he takes this.â
You dig your heels into the ground, stopping both of you in your tracks. âGirl, please be serious. Weâre practically on the track! He could spot me in a heartbeat.â
Avoiding your older brother isnât really in your nature; youâve always been inseparable. You and Yeonjun are like two cubes of ice that no matter how much you whack them, they stay glued together. He always protects you, teaches you the ropes on how to navigate life even though there is only 3 years between you, and you would probably class him as one of your best friends.Â
Yet, he never wants you to come to his races.
Yeonjun is one of, if not the best illegal drag racer in the city. Heâs built respect around his and his crews name - Thursdayâs Children - TC for short. Initially, he loved bringing you along to the races, but that quickly changed the moment you caught the attention of the one rival he despises.
Ireh turns to you, exasperation etched across her features as she crosses her arms. âSo, do you want to see your boyfriend or not?â
âHe is not my boyfriend, Ireh,â you retort, huffing the words out for what feels like the millionth time. But she isnât wrong - you are here to see the boy, and though typically you wouldnât risk coming to the tracks and getting caught by Yeonjun, thereâs a reason for the risk tonight.
âOh? So what do you call a guy youâre so hopelessly in love with that youâre willing to betray your brother and sneak behind his back?â she counters with a teasing lilt in her voice. âBecause you wouldnât do that for a casual hookup.â
Thatâs also the kicker of this whole thing; since that day when you bumped into Yeonjunâs rival and the ban was put in place so that you never have to come into contact with himâŠyouâve actually been seeing him almost every day for the past seven months. Your boyfriend who isnât your boyfriend? Thatâs Sim Jaeyun - the leader of The Lucifers, and your brother's arch nemesis.
It makes you recoil every time you think about betraying your brother, especially when someone slaps you over the face with it so blatantly the way your best friend does. Itâs worse because as much as you downplay the relationship, you canât deny that there is something so real between you both. As soon as you met him, you were instantly drawn to him - like a moth to a very dangerous and reckless flame.
To be honest, you vowed to stay away from any and all racers. Each of them is arrogant and too prideful, your brother included, but the more you spoke with Jaeyun, got to know him and all his quirks, you realised quickly that heâs the exception.Â
Jaeyun is ripped straight from the pages of a romance book. At first glance, with his sharp smirk and the swagger that comes with being one of the cityâs top drag racers, he gives off that classic fuckboy vibe - a bit reckless, untouchable, with that unbothered arrogance he uses to get under other crewâs skin. To a lot of people, heâs just the arrogant leader of The Lucifers, quick to brush off his competition like theyâre nothing.Â
But thatâs only half of who he is.
When itâs just the two of you, you get to see a side of Jaeyun that he guards closely - trusting you with something he doesnât share with the world. Heâs patient and tender, his words soft and careful, and itâs almost startling how different he can be. Heâs not performing or putting up walls; heâs just there with you, completely and wholly, in a way thatâs so real it takes your heart a minute to stop making more space for him. If you were to say this to anyone else that knew him, or of him, they would laugh in your face - and Jaeyun would deny it in a heartbeat.
It wouldnât be fair to say he hides his ârealâ self from others because being the racer everyone perceives is also part of him. The intensity he brings to the track is genuine - itâs a part of his soul, heâs clearly passionate about it, loving the thrill and heat that comes from burning some rubber and shouting a big fuck you to his opponent. But with you, Jaeyun allows himself to be something more. He only shows the loverboy side of him in your company, being with you gives him a moment to embrace a side of himself that he sometimes forgets about.
Of course, heâs still cocky and boastful - heâs allowed to be; heâs really fucking good - itâs the main reason why he and Yeonjun are rivals in the first place. While TC rules the North and East of the city, The Lucifers hold ownership of the South and West, but both of them want to be on top - the best in the city, not just their turfs.
In Yeonjunâs eyes, the only one who could be deemed better than him is Jaeyun, and thatâs a bitter pill to swallow. So he wonât swallow it, heâll use it as motivation instead, to beat Jaeyun in ever way possible.
Shifting your focus back to Ireh and ridding your mind of the thoughts of the leaders, you shake your head and let out the fakest laugh you think youâve ever heard spit from your mouth. âIn love with him? I am not in love with him. Weâre just, seeing one another, casual, yâknow?â
Ireh holds that knowing stare on you as you stand there, your mind battling with itself like it usually does in moments like these, justification and excuses bubbling up. âListen, you can keep him as your ânot boyfriendâ all you want,â she adds with a smirk, âbut you know that label isnât hiding your feelings. Itâs written all over your face -Â even now.â
Youâre an open book, what your mouth doesnât say, your face certainly will and youâre more than sure itâs telling the story of your heart that you refuse to admit. For both your sake and Jaeyunâs.
âWhatever, letâs just go find him.â Rolling your eyes, you take her arm and lead her further into the pit of people.
Itâs heaving with racers, pit lizards, and those just looking to have a good time and smell the fumes. The floodlights guide you to the edge of the track while you thread your and Ireh's way through the crowd, moving closer to the edge, where you get a clear view of the grit track. Out of all the places Yeonjun and Jaeyun race, this track has a special place in your heart. Thereâs nothing too fancy about it, but it does have one element that outdoes all the rest; Devilâs Corner.
Devilâs Corner is infamous, a steep turn that has racers pushing their cars to the limit. They either conquer the bend or be conquered by it. Itâs a sharp, merciless curve that rises slightly before plunging down at a nearly impossible angle, leading straight into a narrow stretch and to the finish line. So many have tried to beat it or show off on it - youâve seen more than one car flip or crumpling like a smooshed tin can.Â
Luckily, both your brother and Jaeyun know exactly how to handle it, masters of their art being proven each time. You never have to worry about them too much when it comes to this track, theyâre usually way ahead of whatever chump tries to race them, but a little flutter of anxiety will always be there.
You squint against the harsh glare of headlights, raising a hand to shield your eyes as you scan the crowd. Among the bustle, you spot Heeseung and Jongseong leaning casually against a car with the devil printed crudely onto it, looking entirely at ease in the chaotic scene. Theyâre two of Jaeyunâs closest friends and crewmates, so wherever they are, heâs usually not far behind.
Heeseung is the first to notice you, nudging Jongseong with a mischievous glint in his eye as he shoots you a welcoming look. The two of them are more than just members of The Lucifers - theyâre practically family to Jaeyun, and in turn that makes them your number one hype men and the only others to know about your secret fling.
Squeezing her arm, you guide Ireh across the track and into red territory, smiling brightly and suddenly forgetting about the possibility of Yeonjun spotting you.Â
âHi, boys!â you greet them warmly, letting go of your friend to hug them tightly. âHow are you feeling?â Both of them have races tonight, though you could never tell with how nonchalant they both look. Going against TC always has higher stakes, but they donât seem fussed.
Jongseong pats your head and smirks. âWeâre chill, itâs only Gyu and Soobin, hardly competition.â
âWe are shocked to see you though, doesnât little Junnie usually keep you in a cage when it comes to TC Lucifer races?â Heeseung nips in.
âWell, I had to come and-â
âSupport the number one racer on his birthday,â a fading Australian accent interrupts your sentence, his hands gripping your hips and instinctively pulling you back into him, your ass pressing against one of your favourite parts of him.Â
Jaeyunâs touch is intoxicating, a magnetic pull that has you leaning back into him without a second thought, any anxiety about Yeonjunâs lurking eyes now vanished. His hands drift up and down your waist, lingering over the curves he knows so well, savouring the feel of the skintight dress youâve slipped into just for him. You can feel his gaze, possessive, admiring, and utterly absorbed into you as his fingers press against the sheer fabric at your sides, the warmth of his skin teasing yours through the thin material. He loves it when you dress up for him because he knows itâs only for him, not one of these other fuckers at the grit track gets to touch you the way he does, gets to see you the way he does.Â
Instinctively, he dips his head, his lips grazing your shoulder, trailing upwards in a slow, lazy path that sends a pulse straight to your core. His mouth follows the line of your neck, leaving a trail of heat that makes you feel like the two of you are alone in the world, past all of the noise and chaos around you. When he reaches your ear, he nibbles down and whispers, âHi, Princess.â Itâs a greeting as much as a claim, youâre his princess.
Youâre aware, somewhere in the back of your mind, that this is probably the most reckless thing you could do. Yeonjun could be here any second, his protective instincts would be kicking in if he caught even a speckle of Jaeyunâs hands on you. And yet, the thrill of it only makes you want to sink deeper into Jaeyunâs touch. He holds you firmly, his grip the only thing holding you up right now.
However, you need to let go, scared of the repercussions. Itâs bad enough youâre even on this side of the track, let alone in the arms of The Luciferâs leader. So you spin around, gathering your bones and standing upright, although they almost turn to jelly again as soon as you see him.
His hair is bouncy, parted down the middle with two strands falling effortlessly on his face, pointing straight to that perfect nose that youâve had the pleasure of riding one or ten times. His lips are curled up in a small smile, so subtle only you can see before it turns into a full-blown smirk, his kissable lips so inviting as he bites into his bottom one. You love his mouth, everything about it; how it looks, the way it tastes, itâs magical skills when itâs in between your legs, all of it.
âHappy birthday,â you murmur, smiling so fondly at him that you know Ireh is going to have something to say about it later.
âThanks. What did my girl get me?â he asks, leaning forward and ghosting his lips over yours, his bottom lip begging to be bitten and sucked on. Every time he calls you his girl, you swear you almost get down on your knees and begin to worship him.Â
Maybe youâre starting to see what Ireh and his friends mean about your non-existent label and what it should be.
You resist the urge to just devour him in a kiss as you speak. âI canât show you it right now, not here,â you tease, poking your tongue out to wet your lips.
âYeah? What if I ditch this race and we go somewhere that you can show me?â His voice is low and inviting, every word dripping with promise. Jaeyun leans down, his lips hovering just inches from yours, his eyes gleaming playfully. His hands roam up your back, his fingers pressing just hard enough to make you shudder, his nails grazing your skin ever so slightly - a subtle incentive to consider his tempting suggestion.
Before you can even nod, though, Jongseong clears his throat pointedly, a slight smirk tugging at his mouth. âActually, mate, you really canât skip this one,â he says in a language you canât understand, his tone heavy with meaning meant solely for Jaeyun.
Jaeyunâs grip loosens slightly as he pulls back, and you seize the moment to break from his hypnotic gaze, turning to face Jongseong with a raised eyebrow. âWhatâs so special about this race?â you ask, voice laced with curiosity. âWhatâs at stake this time, a car?â
High-stakes wagers are nothing new. Racers love to have some form of motivation and itâs not unusual for bets to involve money, cars, or something like territorial rights over parts of the city. And while you donât know exactly whatâs in play, the tension between Jongseong and Jaeyun suggests this isnât just any race.
âNot a car,â Jaeyun begins removing his hands from your waist, and just in time too, because over the racer's shoulder, you see someone walking over with raw fury and intensity over their features.
âWhat the fuck are you doing here, Y/N?â Yeonjun spits as he approaches, his aura red. The last time you saw him this angry was when you accidentally mistook his MSCHF boots as funky vases and put the tulips that Jaeyun had got you inside them. Of course, he didnât know they were from his rival, but you did just ruin his ÂŁ300 shoes.Â
Truthfully, they looked better as a vase.
Jaeyunâs hand still rests on your waist, firm and possessive, but you reluctantly take a step back, putting as much space as possible between you. You will yourself to look unfazed and relaxed, praying Yeonjun hadnât seen Jaeyun practically dry-humping you just moments before.
Thinking on her feet, Ireh steps in, tossing a casual arm over Jongseongâs shoulder with a bright smile. âActually, itâs my fault, Yeonjun,â she chirps, doing her best to sound apologetic yet unbothered. âI wanted to see Jongseong race, and I dragged Y/N along for moral support.â Her voice drops, filled with mock affection. âWeâre dating.â
Everyone looks confused except Ireh, who is putting all those years bluffing to her parents about her whereabouts in the middle of the night to the ultimate test. They are easily fooled, but Yeonjun is not.
Glancing down at his âgirlfriendâ, Jongseong wears a look of uncertainty but alsoâŠhappiness? You always suspected his crush on your best friend, this just confirms it. Like breathing, he slips into the role, slipping his arm around her waist and kissing her temple lovingly - heâs clearly taking this as an opportunity to be close to her.
Yeonjunâs lip curls as he looks Jongseong up and down with a mixture of disgust and disbelief. âSlim pickings around here, I guess. I didnât think youâd settle for a shit stain on the sidewalk.â
Jongseongâs easygoing expression hardens as he holds Ireh close, offended and possessive. âWatch your fucking mouth,â he growls, his tone a warning.
Amidst the brewing tension, Jaeyunâs hand sneaks to find home on your ass, his grip firm and reassuring. Heâs careful though, keeping his touch just out of Yeonjunâs line of sight, but you can tell he also doesnât care, not really. He would fight your brother in an instant if it wasnât for you asking him to keep it in check. No one ever tells Jaeyun what to do - not the authorities, not family, no one - but heâll make the exception for you.
âGet off our side, Yeonjun,â Jaeyun finally interjects and pausing the bickering, his voice low and steady, clearly unbothered by the confrontation brewing. He removes his hand from you and he regrets it almost the moment it happens, wishing he could glue himself to you and always feel your warmth.
âNot until I get my sister back,â Yeonjun retorts, the words hang thickly in the air as the rest of The Lucifers gather around.Â
Even the mere suggestion of you being taken away stirs something in Jaeyun, a slight tightening of his jaw, a flicker of protectiveness in his eyes. Now that he has you by his side, on his side both physically and literally, he doesnât like you too far away.
But Jaeyunâs lips twitch into a mocking smile as he crosses his arms and hides his true feelings, eyes never leaving Yeonjunâs. âTake her back then,â he scoffs, tilting his head with an air of nonchalance that only stokes the fire. He turns to you, smirking and hiding that beautiful boy you know behind the arrogance of himself. âIf thatâs what she wants.â
The ball is in your court and you hate when people do this to you - making you choose - and this is the worst choice of all. Jaeyun is giving you the opening to stand up for yourself, something heâs been slowly but surely trying to help you do throughout the seven months of seeing him, but itâs so much harder than he realises.Â
Betraying Yeonjun feels like tearing a piece of your soul away. The thought of hurting him, of driving a wedge between you twists in your gut. Itâs not easy to reconcile the love you have for your brother with the undeniable connection you share with Jaeyun.
As the silence stretches, you take a deep breath, your heart racing. You glance at Jaeyun with sorrowful eyes, knowing youâre disappointing him with what youâre about to do. You take a step forward and stand by Yeonjun, looking down shamefully. You donât dare look at the hurt in Jaeyunâs eyes.
And itâs there, only for you to see. He had truly hoped that this would say a big âfuck youâ and rid yourself of the shackles of Yeonjunâs overbearing brotherly role and claim the independence heâs been encouraging you to reach for.Â
In all honesty, he has been respecting your wishes and heâs content with that, but he hates to see you battling with it so damagingly. Your anxiety gets the better of you sometimes, your brain whispering insults and what ifs while Jaeyunâs lips are on yours,l. Itâs gotren so bad in fact that half of your secret meetups have consisted of you sitting in his lap while he strokes your back, whispering petal soft reassurances to calm you down from turmoil.Â
Not exactly a five star date.
In some way, he wonders if the weight of it all is pressing harder now because youâre both crossing into a deeper territory of emotions that you canât step back from.
âIreh, donât you dare bring Y/N back here again,â he warns your best friend, stepping in front of you, his way of protecting you but really heâs just locking you in the cage that he built. You can feel the heat of anger surrounding him and you feel ashamed. Not only are you in trouble but now your best friend is getting the blame for it. All because you canât tell Yeonjun the truth.
Jaeyun pokes his tongue in his cheek and laughs, shaking his head in disbelief. He doesnât say anything, but thatâs enough to make Yeonjun tense once again, narrowing his eyes.
âYou want to say something else?â your brother grits out, hoping that Jaeyun will bite his bait.Â
Yet, Jaeyun simply raises his hands in a gesture of mock surrender, a playful smile on his face. âNah, mate. Iâll save all my talking for out on the track, yeah?â The tone of his words is light but thereâs an underlying tension simmering as he stops himself from saying what he really thinks.Â
What he really wants to say is how fucking ridiculous it is to watch Yeonjun try to control not just your life but also those who have no obligation to bow to him. Itâs clearly a trait of his - one he canât get on board with.
However, the phrase âsave all my talking for out on the trackâ strikes you as oddly significant. You then suddenly remember Jongseongâs earlier cryptic warnings to Jaeyun about how he should stick around for the race and it all clicks into place.Â
Your eyes widen as you search Jaeyunâs expression for confirmation, but he remains locked onto Yeonjunâs fierce glare, the two of them engaged in a silent battle of wills.
Pulling at Yeonjunâs wrist, you draw his attention back to you, though his gaze never wavers from Jaeyun. âYouâre racing each other tonight? Why?â you ask, concern creeping into your voice.
Of course, itâs not uncommon for leaders of rival crews to face off in races; it happens all the time. But the stakes feel particularly high tonight, and a knot of worry forms in your stomach. They havenât battled it out since that night you met Jaeyun and that almost ended with Yeonjun crashing and Jaeyun turning upside down.Â
They have no limits when it comes to racing one another, and at the grit track, that can only mean bad things.
âBecause Jaeyun here decided he wants this track to himself,â Yeonjun explains half-heartedly.Â
The grit track is TC territory, placed technically within the east side of the city, but its location on the very edge of the west makes it up for grabs - if they can win it. For years, The Lucifers have wanted this spot, the leaders well before Jaeyun took charge could never do it. TC leaders make sure this is the one track theyâre masters at, no one is ever able to beat them on it.
Jaeyunâs smirk widens, and he steps closer, closing the space between them. âThe track belongs to whoever can handle it, not whoever sticks their name on it and hopes everyone just plays nice.â
âIâve been handling it, in case you couldnât see that,â he chides back, not appreciating the jab. âYour old leader Mingi couldnât handle it against me, thatâs the reason you became leader, right?â
Yeonjunâs smirk is cold, knowing that mentioning the former leader will get the reaction he wants from Jaeyun - and it does. Jaeyunâs easy smirk falters for a split second, his eyes darkening with a flash of barely concealed rage. Mentioning Mingi was a low blow, they both know it.Â
Mingi is Jaeyunâs best friend and the night he tried to stake claim on TC turf, he ended up crashing the car, paralysing his body from the waist down. In truth, itâs the only reason Jaeyun is standing in the position he is right now, and he hates that fact.
He always admired Mingi as a leader.
Jaeyunâs voice drops, dangerously calm. âSay his name again,â he warns as the muscles in his jaw tighten. âBut make sure you remember that if he hadnât crashed because of your pathetic excuse of a trick, he would have this track, easy.â
Yeonjunâs smug grin only widens, feeding off the frustration simmering in his rival. âIs that right? Funny, because as far as I remember, it wasnât foul play, he just couldnât handle Devilâs Corner, and we all know what happened after that. Or maybe youâd like a reminder?â
The tension is suffocating, an invisible line drawn in the dirt between them, and everyone around senses that one wrong word could send it spiralling out of control. Jaeyun takes a step closer, closing the gap so that theyâre nearly nose-to-nose. âYou better watch your fucking mouth, you know what you did.â
You donât know much about that night, neither of the men in your life wishing to utter a word about it, but all youâve gathered from the rumours is that there are two sides to believe; one in which Mingi was simply reckless on the corner, a freak accident due to his negligence, the other? Yeonjun and his crew planted a spike trail on the road that caused him to flip over and roll down the hill.Â
The rumours were never settled because the car took such a tumble that it eventually got engulfed in flames, the tyres melting and any evidence gone. Itâs one of the biggest mysteries amongst the crews and only TC will truly know the truth, not that they would ever admit it.
Do you think your brother could do such a thing? Not in a million years, but you also know his competitive streak can cloud his judgment. Either way, youâre nervous about his and Jaeyunâs safety tonight.
Yeonjunâs expression hardens, dropping all pretences of mockery. âProve it. I did fuck all, your pathetic excuse for a leader was just a shit driver that couldnât handle the heat.â
The words are enough to push Jaeyun to the edge. His fists clench at his sides, but before he can lurch forward and connect his knuckles with your brotherâs face, Heeseung pulls him back with a firm grip on his shoulder, speaking low and steady. âItâs not worth it, Jae. He wants you to lose it.â
âAnd I fucking will, the prick deserves it,â you hear him argue with his friend. Itâs moments like these you wish you could just walk over to him and settle his nerves. Not in the Joey King in Kissing Booth way with the cliche âlook at me, look at meâ vibes, but let him know that youâre there for him, that this urge to win and prove something might end up even more disastrous than Mingiâs fate.
While Heeseung and Jongseong tend to Jaeyunâs flaring temper, Yeonjun shifts his focus to you, his rebellious sister. âSeriously, Y/N, I told you to stay the fuck away from these races,â he has venom in his voice but thatâs still lingering from the spout with Jaeyun. Towards you, there is affection and concern, his usual feelings towards you.
âI justâŠIreh wanted me to come,â you lie, using the dark night and shadows from the floodlights to mask your growing nose.Â
âOkay, fine. You still should have said no,â he rebuts, suddenly giving you a quick glance over, âAnd why are you dressed like that? You never dress like a track hopper.âÂ
Itâs a little insulting, considering what you wear is none of his business, and that you actually do feel good in it.
You square your shoulders, meeting Yeonjunâs scrutinising gaze. âI wanted to dress up for once, alright? Is that such a crime?â you snap, your voice sharper than you initially intended. But something about his tone, so quick to judge, grates on you.
Yeonjunâs eyes soften just a fraction, and he sighs, running a hand through his hair. âLook, Y/N,â he begins, his tone shifting to something gentler. âI donât mean to give you a hard time. I just donât want you getting dragged into this, especially tonight.â His eyes flick to the track, the pits where engines roar to life, and the crowd of people buzzing with dangerous energy as they wait for the next race. âYouâre above all of this.â
A small pang of guilt tugs at you, but you hold your ground. âIâm not here to cause trouble, Yeonjun. Let me just stay to support you,â you lie again, stomach twisting as the truth sits, heavy and hidden.
Yeonjun narrows his eyes, not fully convinced but willing to let it go - for now. âAlright, but stay out of the pit. And if anything happens, you leave, got it?â
âGot it. Iâll keep my distance.â
Satisfied, he gives a brief nod, but as he turns back towards his car, guiding you over to the right side of the track, where you belong. You look back as you watch Jaeyun eye you up, saddened at your sudden removal, but expecting it nonetheless.
You guess youâll just need to see him once this is all over, and both of them finish this race safely.
You hope.
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The sound of engines revving fills the night air as you stand on the edge of the track, patiently awaiting Jaeyun and Yeonjunâs arrival. Your nerves are unsettled and your mind is very much being represented like that one scene in Spongebob where he forgets his name and the little sponges in his brain scramble for the answer.
Itâs been a long time since you felt this tense, you thought coming here and hiding would be the thrill of your night, turns out that was the most mundane - and unsuccessful part.
The crowd is bigger now, all revved up - no pun intended - for the race. The stakes are high, like really high and you canât imagine what the outcome could possibly be.Â
A thrill courses through the crowd, the anticipation tangible as Jaeyunâs car pulls up on the east side of the track - your side. While most of the TCs around you murmur, assuming heâs just trying to throw Yeonjun off, they couldnât be further from the truth. Jaeyunâs tactic isnât about intimidation; he just wants a final glance at you before the race begins, to see you in that dress that Yeonjun hates oh so much, and use it as motivation. He doesnât want to show off per say, but if youâre impressed, itâs a bonus.
The intensity in his eyes across the crowd is unmistakable, and when he whistles, a slight, beckoning tilt of his head makes it clear heâs calling you over.
You look around to see if anyone noticed, and once youâre convinced they havenât, you check your brother. Sure enough, heâs deep in conversation with his crew, oblivious as he checks his carâs setup.Â
Is it stupid to go over and risk getting caught? Of course. But Jaeyun has a persuasive smile and dreamy eyes to match. So the next thing you know, you take a deep breath, slipping through the sea of people, and make your way towards Jaeyunâs car. His smirk widens as you reach him, his hand already extended to brush your arm.
But you swat it away, half playfully, half serious. âWhat are you doing?â
âWhat?â he asks, eyes glinting with amusement. âCanât a guy get a good luck kiss from his girl?â
âJaeyun, are you fucking crazy? Look whoâs right next to you!â you hiss, gesturing towards Yeonjun, whoâs still unaware, thankfully. You really appreciate his attention to detail in these moments.
âPrincess, youâve been sneaking around and bouncing on my cock for seven months now. If he hasnât caught on by now, I doubt heâs going to. He probably doesnât even care.â He says it so easily, like all of this has just been in your mind and not a real threat.
âYeah? Tell that to the way he glared you down not two hours ago. Or did you miss the part where he wanted to tear you to pieces for even breathing next to me?â
Jaeyun barely flinches at the mention, a hint of a pout replacing his smirk. âCome on, itâs my birthday. Donât you think I deserve at least one little kiss?â
âDidnât you already use the birthday excuse to get me here?â you counter, eyeing him with a playful twinkle.
âThatâs for attendance,â he teases, leaning closer to you, practically hanging out the window just for a taste of you. âKisses are part of the package.â
Unable to resist the temptation in his eyes, you check over your shoulder one last time before leaning in, brushing your lips against his in what should be a quick peck for luck, but he turns into so much more.Â
Jaeyunâs hand slides up to cradle your cheek, his touch warm and possessive. His thumb brushes softly over your skin as he deepens the kiss, ignoring the chaos, this stolen moment is the only thing that matters. His fingertips, rough from years of racing, contrast with the gentle way he holds you, drawing you further into him.
His tongue sweeps over your lips and you canât help but groan and grant him access to your mouth, praying to the gods to get a taste of him. Youâre greedy for him, ravenous almost, and he mirrors your need. If he wasnât in front of at least one hundred people, including your brother, he would be dragging your pretty ass into this car and watching your tits clap in his face.
But then, like a bucket of cold water, reality hits as Jungwon steps between the two cars, flag poised for the start. You pull away reluctantly and savour the last few pecks Jaeyun plants on your puffy, lipgloss-smudged lips.Â
Yeonjun snaps to attention suddenly aware of your appearnce and his voice cuts sharply through the revving engines. âY/N! What the fuck are you doing?â he shouts, his tone edged with disbelief and frustration. âI told you to stay off the pit!â
You jump, instinctively retreating from Jaeyunâs side as you stammer out a response, just thankful that he didnât seem to notice how seconds prior you were getting your tonsils tangled with Jaeyun. âI was justâŠI was wishing you good luck!â You walk quickly, rounding Jaeyunâs car, trying to ignore the lingering sensation of the kiss. But Yeonjunâs face is a mask of exasperation as you approach his window.
âY/N, get back!â he orders, eyes widening as he glances at Jungwon, whoâs counting down without a care in the world.
Only then do you realise youâre directly between the two cars, and neither Jaeyun nor Yeonjun seems willing to delay the race.
âThree!â Jungwonâs deep voice booms, the crowd roaring as the tension builds.
Your feet feel glued to the ground, panic swelling in your chest. You know that chances of you getting hurt are slim, but youâve never been this close to the race, so close that you can feel the heat from their motors swirling your leg like those snakes on Lucy Grey.
âTwo!â
Jungwon raises the flag, ready to unleash it. The cars tremble with power, the engines growling, but your brainâs too scrambled to make a move. Jaeyun sees your tense frame and panics for you, scared of even a scratch on you.
âOne!â
Suddenly, you feel a jolt - a car door bumps against the back of your legs, and before you know it, strong hands grab your waist, pulling you backwards in a quick, fluid motion. You land on something soft, but before you even realise whatâs happened, Jaeyunâs arm reaches across to steady you in the passenger seat of his car.
âGo!â
With a salute to Yeonjun thatâs equal parts taunt and triumph, Jaeyun hits the gas, and the world blurs as he speeds off, leaving your brother gaping in stunned disbelief behind you.
The wind whips through the open passenger door as you scramble to sit upright, barely processing what just happened. You feel like youâre suddenly on a rollercoaster, the car's oomph causing you to stick to the seat like the Sticky Wall.
âCan you shut that, Princess? Youâre letting a draft in,â he smirks, too pleased with himself.
But all you can do is stare back, aghast. âWhat the fuck, Jae?! This is not funny.â
âItâs not, you could have got fucking hurt,â he tries to play it off as a joke but you hear the seriousness in his tone. When you look at him, you also see the slight fear in his eyes.
Jaeyun knows it was stupid to drag you into his car, but he panicked, what else could he do? All the possibilities swam across his mind like a reckless current. You could have gotten scratched up by the grit, swooped under the tyres with the sheer power of the accelerationâŠor worse.
Not all of these scenarios make sense, but the fear of losing you makes him think even the impossible. So if he can save you even from probabilities, then he will.
You reach over and such the door, the wind making it difficult as he rounds a corner. Once it clicks into place, you relax a little, breathing out. It happened in such a blur that you canât even figure out where on the track you are. All you know is that Jaeyun is first, and youâre stuck in this race whether you like it or not.
Without taking his eyes off the road or his foot off the accelerator, he reaches over you and grabs the seatbelt, fiddling with it awkwardly to secure you in. You hate to say that youâre looking at the veins on his hands as he unravels it, but you are. You could be helping him and saving him the struggle but itâs just too fucking delicious to look at.
That distraction is the only thing stopping your heart from leaping out of your throat.
âDid you really think dragging me into your car, going a million miles per hour and having to survive the grit track safer than me standing on the starting line?â you question him, disbelief and mockery in your tone.
Jaeyun furrows his brows and lets your words sink in. âWellâŠwhen you put it that way, itâs dumb,â he agrees, mentally cursing himself. âBut if you think about it, now your brother wonât pull any of his tricks. Not with his precious sister in the car.â
Now that embarrassment for his rash decision is turning into pride. Maybe subconsciously he pulled you into his car as a safety measure, after all, canât be too careful around a bunch of TCs; not when there is so much at stake.
âReally? Iâm a reassurance? What if heâs already planned something and youâve just brought me to my demise?â It hurts you that Jaeyun truly believes your brother is capable of dirty tricks, but then again, you donât have one hundred percent faith that he wouldnât pull something.
Jaeyun looks into his rearview mirror and sees Yeonjun hot on his tail, probably filled with enough fury to power his car without an engine. It makes Jaeyun nervous, both your words and Yeonjunâs gaining speed, but he masks it under a laugh.
âAt least we would die together. Whatâs that song? To die by your side-â
âIs such a heavenly way to die, yeah, yeah, itâs one of my favourite songs,â you admit, heart blushing that he even remembered it considering his playlists contain an abundance of Justin Bieber and other generic pop acts - heâs not really one to appreciate the Smiths. âBut I would rather listen to the lyrics than live it out, Jaeyun.â
âI donât see a double-decker bus,â he looks at you for a split second but itâs long enough that you see the teasing glint in his eye that masks his genuine concern, and weirdly, it puts you at ease. He would never let anything happen to you, you know that deep down.
You let out a genuine laugh and whack his arm playfully. âYou know what I mean, Jaeyun.â
âPrincess,â he intertwines his fingers with you, a chuckle escaping his lips, âI promise, okay? You will get out of this car in one piece.â Jaeyun kisses your knuckles and itâs both stomach fluttering and impressive how he can handle a car going 80mph and still have time to dote on you.
The romance doesnât last too long though, because he has to lock in and focus. Behind him, Yeonjunâs car looms closer, headlights glowing like the eyes of a predator. Heâs tailing Jaeyun so closely that any error, even a slight miscalculation, could end it all in a brutal collision. Jaeyun glances at his rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of Yeonjunâs face, fierce and determined.
He figured your brother wouldnât be in the best of moods with his act.
âYou think that little gapâs gonna stop him?â you mutter, gripping the seat as Jaeyun expertly rounds another bend, tyres squealing against the trackâs rough surface.
âNot a chance,â Jaeyun replies with a grin. âBut itâll take him a few seconds longer. Enough for me to play with.â
He shifts gears, feeling the engineâs deep growl as he powers down a straight stretch, his speedometer needle pushing higher. Yeonjun matches his pace, but Jaeyun, ever the strategist, swerves slightly, throwing up a cloud of grit in his rivalâs direction. The dust storm is thick enough to obscure Yeonjunâs vision momentarily, forcing him to fall back by a hairâs breadth.
Jaeyun accelerates, barely missing a pile of tyres on his right. Just as he slips past, Yeonjun veers to the inside lane, attempting to pass on Jaeyunâs left. The cornerâs coming up fast - a sharp, unforgiving turn with no forgiveness if they misjudge. Jaeyun catches on immediately, not giving Yeonjun the satisfaction. With a calculated flick of the wheel, he forces Yeonjun to either fall back or risk veering straight into the barrier.
Yeonjun, however, isnât about to let him off easy. He falls back just enough to avoid a crash but quickly cuts to Jaeyunâs other side, inches away, daring him to swerve first. Their cars glide nearly side-by-side, matching each otherâs pace in a tense, furious dance.
Itâs so scary, being in the passenger seat of a car thatâs almost buckling under the pressure of how fast itâs going. Of course, you knew this was not going to be like overtaking someone on the M8, but you sure as fuck didnât expect this. The world is flying by you so fast that you canât begin to comprehend how either of them even drives like this.
Your brotherâs car pulls up beside you both and making eye contact with him is the worst thing in the world you could do.Â
âY/N, what the fuck?!â you lip read, unable to actually hear him over the roar of the engines. He blames you so easily -Â even if it is 60% of your fault because you answered Jaeyunâs beckon - but it still makes you a little mad.Â
Did you want to be dragged into this? Absolutely not. All you wanted was to kiss your pretty non-boyfriend good luck on his birthday, you didnât need all these dramatics with it; you get enough fireworks in your belly from his pretty mouth alone.
The sound of the engine thunders louder, Jaeyun accelerating and pushing his car beyond its threshold as he glides through the race. Itâs all pretty intense - and oddly fun - but itâs not about to be in roughly one minute.Â
âDevilâs Cornerâs up,â you murmur as if Jaeyun even needs the reminder. But he only nods, that familiar smirk dancing on his lips, a spark of something almost wicked in his eyes.
âI know,â he says with a determined grin, shifting gears smoothly as he sets up for the turn. âThis is where your brother wonât risk it. Heâs too careful with the track; itâs got him wrapped around its finger.â
âEveryone is careful around this part of the trackâŠâ you half express as a statement while also hinting that it could be a question, inquiring what Jaeyun could possibly do next.Â
Your trail-off sentence steals his attention and he sees the query in your eyes. He inhales deeply before addressing the elephant in the car youâve somehow given birth to.Â
âPrincess, do you trust me?â
âOf course, itâs the track I donât,â you confess.
âMe either, but I gotta pull all the punches here; for the track, for the LucifiersâŠfor Mingi.â His voice cracks a little as he thinks of his friend, and the damage it caused him.Â
Jaeyun's gaze hardens, fingers gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles whiten, as though heâs holding not just the car but every ounce of the Lucifierâs pride and promise heâs made as their leader. His mind is as sharply focused on Mingi as it is on the wheel, almost as if his friendâs presence is woven into every inch of the track ahead. Thereâs a weight he feels, a determination to make his best friend proud, to take the track that cost Mingi so much.
"Trusting me means sticking it out," he adds, almost like a dare. âYou ready?â
You swallow, nerves bubbling as you nod, barely managing a steady breath. âJustâŠdonât do anything stupid, okay?â But even as you say it, you know Jaeyunâs already got a strategy, one as risky as it is relentless. He could fucking kill you right now and yet, youâre ready to put your life in his hands, because you know heâs never going to snap it.
Kind of like your heart.
Ahead, Devilâs Corner yawns open like a waiting trap, and Yeonjun knows it. You can feel the weight of your brotherâs stare from the other car, his eyes sharp with worry and rivalry. Heâs fought this corner countless times and knows that going at it full throttle will never end well. You catch the fleeting look on Yeonjunâs face - a mixture of fear, anger, and an unspoken warning. Heâs petrified for you, not knowing how far Jaeyun will go to secure the win.
Yet, you couldnât be calmer.
âHold on, yeah?â Jaeyun instructs and you immediately obey, watching as the dial hits itâs peak, his car flying even further in front of Yeonjunâs.
âYou need to slow down, JaeâŠâ you warn.
âHow about you put that trust into action yeah?â he snaps back, though his anger isnât directed at you, heâs just nervously tense. Who wouldnât be in a situation like this? So you donât hold it against him. If anything, it just makes you want to take his hand in yours and offer him some semblance of comfort.Â
But that would be silly right now considering thereâs a death corner with you and his name on it.
As Jaeyun steers into Devilâs Corner, the entire car seems to tighten, every movement rippling through you as though you were an ant, squashed under the tyre. The pressure outside is immense, like a wall of wind trying to shove the car off the road. Inside, itâs nearly as suffocating, the tension compressing everything around you, even your heartbeat syncs with each vibration of the engine.
The curve is sharp - even sharper than youâd realised watching from the stands - and you feel the pull of gravity as Jaeyun doesnât so much follow the turn as he cuts through it, daring the edge. Gravel spits and clinks against the sides of his precious baby.
Yeonjun is somewhere far back, but you canât even think about him or his safety. The only thing consuming your mind is Jaeyunâs grip on the wheel and the creeping dread and exhilaration fighting for space in your lungs.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you convince yourself that itâs less scary to face it if you canât actually see it - using the âif I canât see you, you canât see meâ childlike tactic to feel brave. And in the midst of it all, as the car feels like itâs on the edge of its control, you hear Jaeyunâs voice over the noise - a steadying presence cutting through as he senses your apprehension.
âNearly there, Princess,â he mutters through gritted teeth, his jaw clenched and his heart holding still within his chest. Although heâs fighting the battle of fear and hope inside of him, his voice anchors you just enough to brace yourself.
The car rockets through the tightest part of the bend, wheels practically skating on the track's very edge - the same edge that caused Mingi his loss of legs. You grip onto whatever you can as Jaeyunâs knuckles whiten, his hands firm and controlled on the wheel. The tension in the car mounts like a coiled spring ready to snap, the corner pulling both of you, testing how far it can go before either you or the car breaks under pressure.
At last, you feel the tail end of the car swerve slightly as Jaeyun gives just enough leeway to keep control, and you can sense him gaining ground, just barely escaping the grasp of the turn. Devilâs Corner spits you both out onto the straight stretch and for a heartbeat, thereâs only the muted sound of your breathing, mixing with Jaeyunâs, heavy and relieved.
Finally, you open your eyes to see the road unwinding ahead, straighter, safer, and almost welcoming after the chaos of the corner. Your pulse is still racing, but the danger feels like itâs finally behind you - or so you hope. Jaeyun throws you a quick, side-glance, his usual cocky smirk returned but softer, almost a silent acknowledgement of the risk he just took with you by his side.
He doesnât need to say anything, but as he shifts gears, pressing down harder on the accelerator to widen the gap between him and Yeonjun, his smirk says it all: That was for Mingi, and for you.
Once he sees the finish line in sight, he breathes out and slaps the wheel harshly. âFuck, yeah!â he hollers, a shit-eating grin plastered all over his face, victory secured and only a long stretch away.Â
âHoly fuckâŠâ you breathe out, chest heaving and eyes glued to the road in front of you.
âAnd you doubted me,â he feigns an upset pout and tilts his head in your direction.
âWell, you still have Yeonjun to deal with.â The reminder of your brother fast approaching doesnât rock him, instead, he laughs.
Shaking his head as if Yeonjunâs trailing position is as much of an inconvenience as a bird shitting on his windshield, Jaeyun places a hand on your thigh and squeezes. âHeâs still there because I let him be there. Canât humiliate the guy completely yâknow? Heâll be my family in the future.âÂ
Your mouth opens as you process his words, unsure if he even realises what he just said. Itâs a pass-away promise of commitment, and considering you arenât even officially dating, you would say itâs thrown you off of Everest and has your mind tumbling down after your body.
Itâs probably best to bring it up later though, you donât want to throw him off, especially considering heâs still going 50mph.
He smirks and revs the engine once more, pushing the car just shy of its limits. âWhy so worried? Iâve got a perfect record of keeping you safe, donât I?â He raises an eyebrow at you, his voice laced with that familiar teasing tone.
âOh, you mean the âperfectâ record that almost just got me toppling over into the ditches of Devilâs Corner?â You roll your eyes, but a smile creeps onto your face.
âYouâre alive, arenât you?â he grins, then he pulls his attention fully to the finish line up ahead. Itâs close enough now that the crowd is visible, and he salutes them with a quick flick of his hand.Â
God, heâs so hot when heâs like this. How lazily arrogant his entire racing persona is. You adore his softer side, of course you do, but this side of him gets your own motor running.
Yeonjun, however, isnât ready to concede. He surges forward, lining up beside you both in a final, determined push, his car engine roaring with a fury that sends chills down your spine. You see him shoot a glare, not just at Jaeyun, but at you as well. But Jaeyun merely returns the look, cool and unbothered, and then, with one final roar of his engine, he edges past the line first, a triumphant laugh escaping his lips.
Jaeyunâs car barrels across the finish line with a triumphant howl from the crowd, cheers blending with the echo of his engine as he cuts through the air, a living victory. The thrill radiates off him; he punches the air, letting out a victorious whoop as his foot remains steady on the accelerator. He finally glances over at you, his face alive with pure elation, his cocky grin fully in place. But instead of slowing down, he maintains his speed, the wind whipping through the car as you look back at the receding crowd.
"Wait - where are we going?" you ask confused, looking back as you pass by everyone and leaving them in the wake of victory.
Jaeyun flicks his gaze over, eyes dark with both mischief and longing. âI donât know if youâve forgotten, Y/N, but you still owe me my birthday present,â he says hick and low, each word like a steady drumbeat against your pulse.
You raise an eyebrow, trying to keep your own voice steady. âDonât you want to celebrate with everyone? You just won the Lucifers the grit track and Devilâs Corner.â
He lets out a laugh, deep and incredulous. âCelebrate with everyone else? Princess, Iâd be out of my mind to spend one more second without seeing what you have for me. I would be fucking insane, actually.â He eyes you hungrily, already imagining all the possibilities under your dress or up your sleeve. His tongue brushes his bottom lip in a glazing swoop, a promise lingering in his gaze that leaves your cheeks feeling warmer than they should.
He shifts gears, and you glance back to see the track and the crowd becoming distant figures in the rearview mirror, your brother among them. âBesides,â Jaeyun adds, leaning closer as he cuts through the night, âDo you really wanna see Yeonjun right now?â
â...No.â
âGood, then trust me.â
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The car halts, tyres crunching over gravel as you take in the scene before you. Below the dark sky, the city sprawls out like a tacky but beautiful Christmas night with glittering lights, each window and streetlamp reminiscent of a fairy light. Below, the river carves an almost silver line through it all, shimmering under the moonlight. Itâs too beautiful for you to describe and give it the credit it deserves.
Jaeyun doesnât speak at first. His hand finds yours, fingers slipping through as he releases a slow, steady breath. He wasnât aware how badly his muscles were suffocating his bones until now. His thumb brushes over your knuckles, an absent yet soothing gesture, and he finally lets himself relax, the hard lines of his jaw softening as he looks at you. The moonlight catches his features, highlighting the relief etched on his face - a look so different from the racer who stared down Devilâs Corner only 20 minutes ago.
For a moment, you both just sit there, silently letting the thrill of the night settle. You turn to him, sensing his guard finally lowered, his eyes holding something warmer, deeper than his usual confident smirk.
âItâs so pretty here,â you murmur softly, nodding towards the city.
âYeah,â he murmurs, bringing your lips to his hand and kissing your knuckles softly, the tingle from the spark shooting all over your body. âIâd say the view is pretty fucking perfect.â
A blush creeps on your face, his eyes glued onto you as he mumbles the words into your skin, each syllable fluttering to your heart. Of course, he means you. He has seen this exact city view a million times, often coming up here after races to cool off and regather himself.Â
Itâs the first place he drove to once he heard about Mingi.
Itâs the first place he drove to once he met you.
Itâs the first time heâs shown someone this spot.
Letting go of your hand, he quickly offers you a small smile before undoing his seatbelt. âCâmon, let's get a closer look.â
With that, you follow him and you both settle against the hood of the car, your shoulders brushing as you take in the sprawling lights below, wrapped in the quiet of the moment. The city glows, pulsing like a heartbeat, life so obvious yet subtle. You tilt your head toward him and nudge him softly.
âSo,â you say, half-smiling, âhow does it feel?â
âWhat?âÂ
âWinning the grit track.â
He shrugs, and his gaze becomes distant, falling somewhere into the night. The silence stretches on, but itâs comfortable, the cityâs buzz helping to fill the contemplative silence between words.Â
âI donât care,â he murmurs, surprising you into a pause.
âWhat do you mean?â you ask, caught off guard. After all, this entire night was about winning the territory, claiming a stake over it and expanding the Lucifersâ ground. It sounds like a shitty action movie on Tubi now that you think about it, but that really is what the crews strive for. So for Jaeyun to say he doesnât care, when he did what his past leaders couldnât, throws you for a new one.
âThe trackâŠhe can keep it,â Jaeyun says with a dismissive wave, almost as if heâs letting go of a heavy burden. âIt was never about winning a stupid bit of dirt road.â He pauses, biting his lip as he searches for the right words. âI wanted to prove that TC had something to do in Mingiâs accident.â
The words leave his mouth in a rush, and you feel the weight of his pain and loyalty colliding in that confession. Jaeyunâs gaze stays trained on the city, brow furrowed, his jaw set, the ease on his bones only lasting the skip of a jump rope.Â
He truly believes that Yeonjun was involved - that he orchestrated some plan to knock Mingi out. Youâve seen Jaeyunâs loyalty; you know Mingi is more than a friend to him, practically family, and Jaeyunâs heart has no room to consider the idea that Mingi couldâve justâŠlost control.
You scoot closer, placing a gentle hand on his arm, sensing how vulnerable this confession has left him. âLook, Jaeyun,â you start, hesitating. âI donât believe my brother would do something like that. But just because you made it through Devilâs Corner safely this time doesnât rule out anything, yeah? Thereâs still a chance he had nothing to do with itâŠbut maybe he did.â
He looks at you, contemplation written in the lines around his eyes, but doubt remains.
âI just canât accept that it was some accident, you know?â he finally says, his voice tight with frustration. âMingi was solid. The guy could practically drive in his sleep, and suddenly he spins out there?â His shoulders tense as he talks, each word laced with an anger born of grief and unresolved questions. He wants answers, and you sense how deeply heâs embedded in this conviction.
âOkay, so what ifâŠâ You hesitate, not truly believing the words coming out of your mouth right now, but knowing Jaeyun needs something to hold onto his faith in Mingi. âWhat if Yeonjun did have something to do with Mingiâs accident? He could have been planning it tonight but called it off because I was in the car with you?âÂ
Biting the inside of his cheek, Jaeyun lets out a harsh laugh, but itâs not at you. âThen I could have got you fucking hurt, and what kind of man does that make me?â
Itâs as if any reasoning or justification for his actions has suddenly all surged to his mouth and left a bitter taste, one that he finds hard to coat over with some mints. In his mind, he convinced himself for the moment that he was saving you, but in actuality, maybe he was just protecting himself.Â
He could have lost you.
That though makes him stand up and walk closer to the cliff edge, not enough to cause you alarm, but enough that indicates heâs in the need of feeling free from his mind.
And thatâs something you can definitely help with.
Pushing yourself off the car, you reach out to him, lacing your arms around his waist as you hug him tightly from behind. Instantly, he cups your linked hands in his and melts into you, closing his eyes in relief as you kiss his back ever so gently.
âWe canât know what happened that night, Jaeyun, no one ever will. But itâs also not your battle.â
âBut I-â
âNo. End of story.â You twist him around to face you, your hands dipping your hands into his back pockets. âMingi and Yeonjun raced that night, the outcome was what it was, and we have to move on. The longer we sit in the past, in this mindset of what if and what could have been, you prolong everyoneâs pain, especially yours. And I wonât sit back and watch you do it.â
Itâs tough, and you wish you could have laid it all out a little more prettily, but a dagger of truth wonât sink into skin if itâs covered in padding and fluff.Â
Jaeyunâs eyes portray a man trying to will himself to argue with you, that fight for his friend still very much alive. Yet, he knows youâre right. He isnât helping himself by wallowing in the past, heâs only hurting himself and creating a deeper hole in his chest, one that is consuming him alive.
But no one has told him to get the fuck over it. Not until now.
âI know for a fact that Mingi does not want you dwelling on it, especially not tonight. You won the grit track, Iâd say heâll be over the moon with that, wouldnât you?â
The last nudge is enough to make Jaeyun nod, a small smile creeping on his face. âYeah. I saw him before the race and all he asked was âdonât fucking die and get us that trackâ.â
âSee? You achieved both of those requests, I would say thatâs worth celebrating,â you grin widely up at him, relieved to see his jaw loosen and shoulders unravel themselves. âItâs also your birthdayâŠwhich is another reason to celebrate.â
Jaeyun checks his watch and sucks in a breath, his playful demeanour slowly coming back to the surface, much to your delight. âItâs actually past my birthday now.â
Widening your eyes, you drag his wrist to your face, reading the clock's arms as they disappointingly read 12:04am. The sadness is plastered all over your face, your eyes looking glassy due to both regret and the cold wind nipping them.Â
Jaeyun immediately notices your solemn expression and pouts, holding back a laugh. âPrincess, itâs okay.â
âItâs not. I didnât even get to give you your presents.â You are never one for being late with gifts, in fact, you take birthdays so seriously that gifts are often in your friendâs hands early in the morning. Every birthday is precious to you, well, maybe not your own, but you love to make others feel appreciated and seen on the one day that is reserved for them.Â
The racer looks at his watch again and reaches for the dial, twisting it back as the small arrow rounds anti-clockwise to the 11. Happily, he flashes the watchâs face in front of yours. âLook, now itâs 11:05pm. You have 55 minutes left.â
A laugh bursts out of you, the heartache over the small inconvenience now lifted by his antics. He always knows what to do, what to say, how to lift you up so easily, itâs his superpower.Â
âOkay, which one do you want first?â you step back and place your hand on your hips, exhaling the drama from tonight out of your system. No more racing, no more brother, no more bad thoughts. Just you and Jaeyun celebrating the final hour of his birthday.
âThereâs more than one?â he asks in a smug tone.Â
âThere are three in total. One is your main present and two are tiny little things,â you explain.
Nodding, Jaeyun feigns ponder as he taps his chin. âWell, I think I should save my main for last, so letâs start with the âtiny little thingsââ he repeats back to you, knowing that they wonât in fact be tiny, their significance probably vastly bigger than any other gift he has ever received throughout his previous 21 birthdays.
Holding up a finger, you tell him to wait before you open the right backseat door of his car and retrieve two carefully wrapped gifts. You put in far too much effort in folding each corner perfectly and twirling every bow to sit neatly, but looking at your work now, you can safely say it was all worth it.
Confusion crosses Jaeyunâs pretty face as he points to his car. âWhen did you sneak into my car and put them in there?â he asks with piqued confusion. He would notice bright yellow wrapping paper with orange ribbons in a minute, the colours bouncing so brightly off his black interior.
âI didnât,â you shrug as you confess, holding out the two gifts. âI shoved them both under my seat when you paid for the gas yesterday.â
âYour seat, huh?â he repeats with a lace of amusement, taking the top box from your grasp.
âWell, do you drive other women about?â
âDonât ask fucking ridiculous questions. Youâre the only girl.âÂ
You curse your stomach for flipping out like itâs on an Alton Towers ride, the statement probably meaning nothing significant from his lips. He always says pass away comments like that, and each one you desperately try not to read into too much, your heart having a hard time already with calling this relationship between you both casual, never mind your brain popping up with conspiratorial thoughts that he could see you as something more than his non-girlfriend.
Gently, his hands peel the wrapping paper off, and reveal the first gift.Â
âLollipops?â he laughs out, though joy shines from his features.Â
âWell I saw you were running low, and it is my fault you need to stock up on them, soâŠâ you explain sheepishly, your foot carving out nonsense lines in the gravel.
Since you started hooking up, Jaeyun quit smoking. You hate the taste of the cigarette on his tongue and the smell of it in his car, and he caught onto that instantly. The way you would spray your perfume ârandomlyâ after he flicked the butt out his window, or how you offered him a chewing gum coincidently a few minutes before you climbed into his lap and licked into his mouth.Â
It didnât take a genius to figure it out.Â
So he stopped. Cold turkey without a second thought. He still had the itch though, muscle memory constantly bringing something to his lips for a drag. Thatâs when you gave him a strawberry Chupa Chups and he never looked back. His dentist hates you for it, but his doctor couldnât be more delighted.Â
Taking a cola lollipop from the assorted selection, he unwraps it and places it into his mouth, humming as the beautiful taste hits his tastebuds. His tongue swirls the ball of goodness and he instantly smiles at your reaction, deciding to play on it.
You curse him, his smirk widening as he rolls his eyes and opens his mouth just wide enough for you to watch the cola lolly get coated in his saliva, his tongue enveloping it the exact same way he does with your clit when heâs buried face first between your thighs.
Squeezing your legs together in order to stop the flow of arousal from dripping down your leg, you thrust the other present into his chest, retrieving the box of lollipops from him in the process. The further these things are from his mouth right now, the better.
âOkay, now this one,â you urge, clearing your throat and hating the way he pushes the sweet to the side of his mouth, the stick pocking out the corner of his mouth like a toothpick. Somehow, it only made him hotter, like Heath Ledger in 10 Things I Hate About You.
God, now youâre even more horny.
Jaeyun nods and flips the gift over, inspecting what it could possibly be. But heâs never been good at guessing, so he quickly tears the paper off, a little more forcefully than the lollipops. A black box adds another layer of suspense and curiosity. âDid you get me a diamond necklace?â he jokes, but once he peels open the lid, nothing is funny anymore.
His eyes flicker between you and the gift. âY/NâŠâ
âItâs not much, I know. But I thought it was fun,â you explain, scared that itâs not enough.
Picking it from the box, Jaeyun inspects it carefully. To most, itâs just a keyring, but to him, itâs the most thoughtful gift he has ever been given. The mini replica of his precious car, clearly hand-decorated by you stands out - the red decals and perfectly selected interior act as a mirror to the real thing; even the license plate has his famous J4K3YUN etched into it. The black Honda Civic replica sits so tiny yet powerful in his hands.Â
It was the first car he could afford. Everyone laughed at him - even Mingi - when he turned up to his first race. Itâs a shitty little car with not much horsepower, but considering he was only seventeen when he started racing, he could hardly afford to put his student loan into a BMW or Aston Martin. Instead, he modified it, just enough to put his name out there.
His baby has never let him down since. All those times everyone has pestered him to trade her in have never crossed his mind. Even you know how much she means to him. Why else would you have given him an oversized keyring of it?
You know him, and that squeezes Jaeyunâs throat, stopping him from expressing thanks.
âIf you pop open the boot, it has something inside,â you point out, excited. Heâs made modifications to the real thing, but you got crafty with the mini-me.
âCan anything even fit in this?â he laughs but nonetheless, opens the boot - and it is not what he was expecting.Â
The interior has been prettily painted pastel pink, with glitter and gems perfectly placed inside, crowding the minuscule space. The first initials of your names are enveloped in a shakily drawn heart. Itâs pretty and so very, very you.
Jaeyunâs eyes sparkle in the moonlight and you interpret it as pure adoration, injecting some pride into your chest. He likes it - thank fuck.
âI thought it was fun, since yâknow, on the outside youâre all tough and metal but inside youâre just a sparkly pink princess.â You place the lollipop box on the hood and step closer, inspecting your work once more - as if you havenât been scrutinizing every detail of it over the past month.Â
Throwing his head back in a laugh, he blinks away the joy in his tear ducts and nods, sighing out in defeat. âIâm not so sure âprincessâ is the word Iâd use-â he starts, only for you to interrupt.
âOh, you are,â you insist, taking the lollipop from his mouth and placing it in your own, âYouâre the prettiest princess to ever exist, actually.â
âI think that title is reserved for you, baby,â he grins fondly, eyes raking over every feature of your face as you savour the taste of the cola sweet. âThank youâŠso much, Y/N, no one has ever gotten me something so thoughtful. I really love-...it. A lot.â His throat tightens, words tangling up in his chest, but thankfully, you donât seem to notice
Nodding, you give him a soft kiss, careful not to poke him with the lollipop stick, before taking the gift back, carefully placing it and the lollipops in the car for safekeeping. âNow, do you want your big present?â You wiggle your brows and shut the car door, almost skipping back to your spot in front of him.
Jaeyun was so caught up with everything tonight that he forgot that this was the reason he whisked you away as soon as the race ended, at least, it was the shallow reason. The deeper reason is something he wonât speak out into the night air.
Placing his hands on your hips, glides his hands up and down your sides, the warmth from his palms blissfully welcome. You love this dress, the way you feel in it, how it makes you look, but it isnât exactly good for fighting the nipping cold away, especially considering the wind is much thinner up on the cliff.
âMy big presentâŠâ he repeats, bringing his face down to yours, his hot breath creating a rose tint along your cheeks. âI think I want that more than anything right now.â His confession is raw and more than surface-level lust. He has so many emotions running through his body right now, and he knows that your present is going to be exactly what he needs.
âYou need to unwrap it then.â The smirk on your face is contagious and your voice is low. It doesnât take a genius to figure out what your gift is, but heâs in for a treat nonetheless.
Jaeyun does pause for a moment, his hands fiddling with your zipper at the back but hesitant. âI think my gift might freeze to death if I unwrap it here, donât you think?âÂ
You hadnâtâŠthought about that actually. To be honest, when it comes to Jaeyunâs cock, thatâs probably the only thing you think about. Rain or shine, snow or fog; if his dick is close to being inside of you, youâll face any weather.
His fingers pinch the zipper and tug it down slowly, the winter air biting up your spine, but the shivers that are rippling through your body arenât from freezing; the opposite in fact. The ghost of his fingertip creates a heated surge through your body, your skin igniting with pure desire.Â
Pushing the dress off your shoulders, your tits are laid bare in front of him, nipples hard and much more delicous than any lollipop Jaeyun could ever suck. Theyâre perfect, so perfect that he has a hard time putting his love for them into words.
âNo bra?â he asks cheekily, that cocky boy everyone loves swimming to the surface of the night.Â
Shaking your head, you close your eyes as he cups them delicately. âDress didnât look right with it.â
âIs that the only reason?â Jaeyunâs thumbs flick over your hardened buds as he backs you up to the hood, you ass perched against the edge, a welcomed seat considering your legs could turn to jelly at any moment.
Truth be told, it was the main reason you didnât wear a bra, with the tightness of the dress, it didnât allow much more room for any extra padding. But you canât lie and say that you also didn;t adorn one because it would save time.
âIâll take your silence as confirmation, will I?â he murmurs, his lips grazing the hollow of your throat before travelling down, sending waves of warmth through you with each kiss.
You feel the cool press of the hood beneath you as he lifts you up to perch you, his mouth finally closing around one of your nipples now youâre at the perfect height, his tongue tracing lazy, agonising circles that make your breath catch. He shifts to the other, his gaze flicking up to meet yours as he bites gently, eyes smouldering with a dark intensity that only makes you want him more.Â
With each flick of his tongue, your mind fogs over, the chill of the night air long forgotten. His mouth leaves a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses as he works his way down, fingers slipping under the fabric gathered at your hips, thumbs tracing soothing lines along your waist.
âAre these new?â he hikes your dress up so only your waist is covered and your new panties are on full display for him. Itâs incredible how he noticed initially through touch alone, his mind cataloguing each thong, brief, and lacey panty you own.Â
âYeah, got them a few days ago.â You donât need to tell him that you bought them specifically for his birthday, he will know just by the Ivory colour alone.
A playful smirk curves on his lips as he takes in the sight of your new lingerie, his fingers grazing over the delicate lace with a possessive tenderness. âI thought so,â he murmurs, voice low and almost reverent as his thumb hooks under the fabric, dragging it down with aching slowness, leaving your cunt exposed, yet you feel anything but vulnerable.
There is a thrill of anticipation that crackles between you as his hands linger, his thumb tracing a line along your thigh. Youâre so consumed with how close he is to your heat that you almost miss his other hand coming up to remove the cola lolly from your mouth.Â
âOpen up,â he instructs, which you blindly follow, releasing the delicious treat from your mouth. âGood girl. Now, spread open for me.â
âJaeyu-â
âItâs my birthday, Princess. I still have,â he checks his rewound watch, â36 minutes left, so until then, you gotta do what I say, yeah?âÂ
That sounds perfect to you if you werenât aware of how much of a tease he is. Heâs going to torture you on the hood of his car, you know it, but you relent anyway, giving him a sharp nod and breathing out slowly.
Your legs spread wide, your feet finding stability on his bumper. The compromising position could mean anything, your mind flashing with all the possibilities of what he could do to you.
And by fuck, does he have a sweet, sweet plan.
A glint of mischief flickers in his gaze as he tilts the lollipop, the cola sweet glistening in the moonlight as he brings it down to hover just above your entrance. The sticky sweetness clings to the night air, and you feel your body tense with anticipation, each nerve heightened by the thrill of surrendering control.
He runs the candy along your inner thigh first, slow and deliberate, leaving a faint, sugary trail that he follows with his mouth. The coolness of the lollipop contrasts sharply with the warmth of his breath, sending shivers skittering up your spine as his lips and tongue trace after, claiming every inch of sweetness heâs left on your skin.
Finally, he presses the lollipop between your folds, teasingly dragging it up and down without quite giving you what you need, his eyes fixed on your reactions, devouring every tremor, every bite of your lip and jerk of your hips as the lollipop circles your clit. The sensation is maddening, the blend of sticky from the sweet and your own juices only heightens the ache building within you, and he seems to revel in the slow, torturous rhythm heâs set. He wants to take his time.
The lolly ghosts your entrance before he presses it ever so slightly inside, your breath hitching at the unexpected sensation. His mouth follows close behind, claiming you with a slow, deliberate kiss that has your toes curling against the bumper, his tongue tracing the sweetness lingering on your skin.
A wave of heat radiates through you as Jaeyun continues his maddeningly slow pace, the lollipop pressed just at your entrance, teasing and coaxing you in a way that has your pulse racing, much like how it was when you were near death on Devilâs Corner.Â
He dips the lollipop in a little further, the rounded edge pressing in just enough to make you gasp and claw at his car bonnet, and then he draws it back out, running it up and over your clit with agonising patience. The pressure of the sweet gliding over your most sensitive spot has you squirming, but his hands are firm on your thighs, keeping you right where he wants you.
âHold still,â he murmurs, a wicked smile curving on his lips as he swirls the lollipop slowly, tracing lazy circles that leave you breathless. The candy, now coated in your own slick, sends shockwaves through you, and you feel yourself clenching, trying to draw him deeper, desperate for more. Jaeyun seems to notice, and he chuckles softly, his warm breath tickling against your inner thigh.
With one last, lingering drag of the candy over your clit, he brings it to his mouth, sucking in the mix of flavours. Your sweetness mixing on his tastebuds with the cola makes his eyes roll and contemplate opening up a business just for him that sells pussy flavoured lollies. Specifically, your pussy, of course.
âYouâre fucking delicious, Princess,â he moans out, sucking the pop with fervour. Youâre so jealous and you curse ever buying him them. But not really, the scene of his tongue lapping it up eagerly, mixed with the saliva that's glistening on his lips only adds a series of precious memories that you can happily store in your wank bank.
Threading your fingers through his hair, you tug at it just rough enough for him to growl. âPlease, Iâm trying to cum for you before your birthday ends.â
âYeah?â he huffs out a laugh and tosses the almost obsolete lolly away, the stick hidden by the gravel that swallows it. âI can make that happen.â
âGood-â
âIf you beg.â
You freeze, resisting the urge to tell him to go fuck himself. If there is one thing you hate most in the world, itâs begging for a man. You can submit to Jaeyun, sure, thatâs easy enough. But thereâs something so humiliating about having to plead for your own pleasure. He never makes you beg, usually too fucking impatient himself to play that game, so this is not exactly in your forte.
âIâm not begging. No way.â You cross your arms and shake your head adamantly.Â
Jaeyunâs smirk widens as he sees your defiance, his gaze darkening with something that borders on both amusement and challenge. âReally now?â he murmurs as his thumb traces slow circles on your inner thigh, inching achingly close but not quite where you want him. âYouâre gonna stand by that?â
His eyes roam over you, taking in the way your body reacts despite your stubbornness, and you can feel the tension building in the air as he leans in, his lips hovering just above your core, close enough for you to feel the heat of his breath. The anticipation sends shivers racing over your skin, but you keep your arms crossed, refusing to relent.Â
âI know you hate it. Youâre so powerful, baby. I adore that about you,â he continues in a low murmur, voice laced with a teasing edge, âBut just once, for me?â He pouts, bottom lip overtaking his entire face and somehow making him look even more irresistible.
That fucking pout.
With a small laugh, he shifts down, pressing soft and tongue-focused kisses along your thighs, each one closer than the last. His breath is warm, and you can feel the control slipping from you with every careful movement.
âFine,â you say finally, voice barely more than a whisper, âPlease, eat me out.âÂ
âCome on, Princess. If youâre going to beg, I want to hear you properly.â
âJaeyun,â you whine, already flushing up with embarrassment.
âHow about,â his mouth places one feather-light kiss on your clit, a gasp of pleasure drawing from your lips, âI beg you to beg me? Then weâre both on the same boat.âÂ
Now, while you donât like to beg, you love to hear Jaeyun beg. There have been countless times when youâre on your knees, much like he is now, and your mouth is a hairline away from his tip, and heâs thrashing under you, moaning out pleas and needs in a higher pitch, wanting nothing more than you to consume his painfully hard cock in his mouth.
Jaeyun doesnât have humility when he is with you, heâll scratch and claw at the bedsheets, whine out your name in desperation, and have you take full control if you want to. You wish you could be more like that, because fuck does it look beautiful, and you know he will love it if youâre a crying, pleading mess under him.Â
It would be the perfect birthday gift, actually.
So with a heavy sigh, you close your eyes and clear your throat. âOkay. But only if you go first.â
Jaeyun smirks and rubs some heat back into your legs. With soft, kitten-like licks, he plays between your folds, giving you an inch of what's to come. âPrincess, please beg for me. Iâve been such a good birthday boy, have I not? I need to hear you want me, the same way I need you. This pretty pussy deserves to be devoured, and I can only do that if you beg for it. Please, baby. Pretty please with a lollipop on top.â
God, he is so fucking good at it. Somehow he still sounds so strong and assured even when you can hear the cracks in his voice and the tremble on his lips. His hips buck the air, mimicking what he wants to do with you, his cock leading him, thinking with his second head.
Whimpering, you look down to see him adorning that pretty pout once again, and you crumble.
âI nod. JaeyunâŠplease make my cum on your tongue, let me give you the best birthday gift. I want you to lap me up and never stop, make you remember this birthday for the rest of your life. Please, baby.â
You donât cringe, instead letting your desperation take charge, which gladly works. Jaeyun groans loudly at your filthy words as they echo over the cliff, giving the city indication of whatâs taking place. His cock is so painfully hard against his jeans that he wonders if it has the ability to tear through the material like Hulk when he transforms. It certainly feels like it could.
âGood girl,â he praises, before giving you what you crave.
Connecting his mouth to your core, his skilled tongue has you keening, head falling back against the car hood as he licks a broad, firm stroke from your entrance to your clit. His lips close around you, his tongue flicking and swirling as he loses himself in the taste of you, his hands spreading your thighs even wider to hold you firmly in place.
He slurps and devours you, humming into your hole in pure lust. Jaeyun loves nothing more than being buried in pussy, he could spend the rest of his life between thighs, your thighs. The added tints of cola still lingering on your skin only heighten his arousal, the sweet tang mixture enough for him to dig his nails into your thighs and bury further in.
Arching your back, your thighs fight his grip as they try and clamp around his head, the way his tongue dips into your hole, rimming it with teasing strokes before shooting back in makes your head dizzy, the November air suddenly feeling like a July breeze - welcomed and just right.
âFuck,â you hiss out as he bites at your folds, dragging the sensitive flesh between his teeth, another way of tormenting you yet giving you everything you could want. His bottom teeth drag up to your clit with his puffy bottom lip trailing behind it like a soothing balm.Â
Youâre starting to wonder whether itâs his birthday or yours.
With precision, Jaeyun latches onto your clit and suddenly, youâre seeing more stars in the sky, body lurching forward as you trap him there. The tension coils tightly in your stomach, and he takes his time, alternating between sucking and licking, bringing you right to the edge and pulling back just before you can tip over, savouring every second of your mounting need.
âJaeyun, pleaseâŠâ you gasp, fingers threading through his hair, and he hums against you, sending a shudder through your entire body.Â
âSee? You can beg so easily,â he mocks playfully, smirking as your thighs act as earmuffs. Despite the barricade, he can still hear every plea and mewl that falls from your lips, indicating that youâre close.
So, he picks up the pace, his hands gripping under your ass to push you further into his face. His round nose nuzzles your nub as his tongue swirls around inside your cunt, the tip of his tongue committing every bump and nook to memory - not like he hasnât already. He knows everything about you, thatâs what happens when you spend seven months doting on and worshipping the same person.
Grabbing tightly onto his hair, you feel the knot in your stomach begin to pull apart, the threads of rope straining as your climax tugs. âIâm cummingâŠfuck, Jaeyun,â you warn, but itâs not breaking news to the man causing the euphoria. Heâs licking, sucking, and biting with ferocity because he knows youâre falling apart
He hums against you, the sound vibrating through your body, his tongue flicking over you with such skill it has you trembling. âCome on, Princess. Let go for me,â he whispers, his words like a command, and your body is happy to obey.
And then, it hits you - the release crashing through you, sending shudders of pleasure through every nerve in your body. You canât stop it, your back arching as you clutch at his hair, your thighs trembling as the wave washes over you, and Jaeyun doesnât stop. He keeps going, worshipping you like heâs addicted to your taste, drawing out every last drop of your orgasm.
Your chest heaves and your body goes limp as he cleans your pussy, making sure he takes every drop of his birthday gift. You taste heavenly, your cum swirling in his mouth as he slurps and sucks, the shocks jolting up your spine each time he nudges over your clit.
Once your legs release his head, he glances up at you through his thick lashes, mouth covered in your essence. âThank you, baby,â he praises, his chest filled with a cocktail of emotions, the first as foremost one being adoration. âWith 10 minutes to spare too,â he laughs, glancing at his watch.
Jaeyun stands up, kissing you with passion. He transfers your juices onto your mouth and you groan at the taste. All those days of downing pineapple and cranberry juice always pay off. His tongue licks yours, taking over your entire mouth as he claims you. His lips are sweet but his touch is anything but, you know heâs desperate, if his actions werenât enough, the painful bulge thatâs bucking into your sensitive folds is enough to tell you.
Swiftly, your hands move to his buckle, undoing it amongst the breathtaking kisses. It doesnât take you more than a minute to undo his jeans and push them just low enough that his ass is on full display and his hard shaft can spring free. His cock is so pretty, like a work of art; six inches of pure joy. Youâve lost count of how many times this cock has made you come undone, the curve of it hitting perfectly into your cunt, like it was made for you. In some ways, you think it is.
Spreading your legs once again, you wrap your hand around his cock, the heat from it a stark contrast to your still cold hands. The sensation elicits a hiss from the birthday boy, his lips pulling from yours as he looks down. Your hand just fits around his length, and that makes his tip twitch. Heâs proud of his size, but somehow he loves it even more when in the clasp of your fingers.
You press it against your wet core and he loses any sense of control he had left.
With a primal growl, he grabs your hips and lines up at your entrance, not even bothering to tease you. Between your outfit, the rush of the race, your cries of pleasure from his tongue work, and the overwhelming tightness in his heart, he needs to be inside you. Now.
Jaeyun slides in fully with one thrust, both of you creating a beautiful harmony of moans that echo like a choir in the night. His cock fills you up to the brim, his balls sitting comfortably against your ass. You feel like fucking heaven, in fact, if he was to die right now, he would do so happily. Those pearl gates could only mirror the happiness and alleviation that he feels as he buried himself to the hilt inside your warm hole.
His forehead rests on your shoulder, his lips peppering a succession of kisses just above your collarbone as he begins to move his hips, eyes rolling to the back of his head with each bump of your walls hugging him.
âJesus fucking christ, Princess,â he mumbles, officially lost in the act of pleasure. Heâs not thinking about anything else, just how your wet heat feels enveloping him.
You canât say your thoughts arenât also only consumed by the tip of his cock poking your cervix so deliciously, his balls slapping against you almost mimicking a spank each time. His thrusts pick up pace and you both lose yourselves in one another, chanting praises and curses to convey your feelings.
Jaeyunâs hands roam over your body as his cock pounds into you, switching from holding your hips in place to kneading your breasts, each one serving their own purpose. He wants you still so he can keep hitting that perfect spot over and over again, the squishy spec in your cunt his main target, but your tits bouncing in the moonlight keep distracting him, his cock losing power as his brain gets clouded in the movements.
âYouâre so beautiful, Princess,â he confesses, kissing the valley between your breasts. âSo, so beautiful.â
Your heart hammers harder, the pulse resounding in your ear as you smile gratefully. âSo are you, Jaeyun.â And you mean it. Heâs the most beautiful person inside and out, youâre never going to meet anyone like him again, and thatâs what terrifies you.
Jaeyun locks his eyes on yours, his hips finding a new determined rhythm. He presses his forehead against yours, nuzzling his nose with yours in a kiss. How is it possible to feel so adored and cherished by a man you have no label with? Thatâs the question running through your mind as you stare into his soul, begging for him to answer.
And in some way, he does. His pupils shine with nothing but your reflection, showing just how deeply you're ingrained in him. Though neither of you may voice exactly what this is, you both know it.
As you lose yourselves in each other, that familiar coil tightens low in your belly, heat pooling with a desperate need for release. You dig your nails into Jaeyun's shoulders and bury your face in his neck, signalling you're close.
Gripping your waist, he matches your rhythm, pushing you both to the edgeâmetaphorically this time, thankfully. He's already brought you close enough to danger tonight; thereâs no need to test fate again.
"Come on, baby. Cum for me," he urges, jaw clenched as he holds back his own release. Heâs never been one to finish before his girl.
With his coaxing and the delicious sensation of him deep inside, you reach your climax once more, this time more intense than you expected. You bite down on his neck to muffle your moans, and like a domino, he spills into you.Â
His white ropes soothe your cunt, painting your walls with his adoration of you. The best decision you ever made was getting an IUD. You know itâs not full protection, but for the feeling of his seed filling you up like a cream piping bag, youâre willing to take the risk.
Jaeyun holds you close, his breath mingling with yours as both of you come down from the high, eyes blazing secret confessions into one another. The steady thud of his heart under your palm feels grounding, almost comforting in the quiet aftermath. You shift slightly, feeling his warmth begin to fade in the cool night air, yet he doesnât let you go just yet, keeping you wrapped up in him.
âHappy birthday,â you whisper softly, letting your lips brush against his jaw, a faint smile tugging at your mouth.Â
Mirroring your expression, he melts into your pepper kisses as you trail down his neck, paying extra attention to the skin you marked up with your canines. His large hands glide up your back and hold you close to him. âThank you.â Itâs simple, but heâs biting his tongue, the moment too perfect to destroy with his post-nut brain.
You sense his apprehension and lean back, gazing into his eyes and studying the specs of his brain that you can make out. âYou okay? Youâre usually cracking out a joke by now,â you ask playfully, but thereâs an undercurrent of concern in your tone.
Jaeyun bites his lips together, preparing himself to possibly make the biggest mistake of his life. He pulls out of you, jerking his cock clean enough that he can get away with it, before tucking it back into his trousers.Â
Oh no.
Your mind does everything to convince you that this isnât going to end the way you think it will. The efforts to soothe your racing mind falter just at the finish line. This is it. Heâs going to hit you with the âthis has been fun but itâs not what I want anymoreâ or âhey, so this was great but youâre not what iâm looking forâ. Whatever concoction of those sentences he wants to spin, you know itâs going to hurt. Youâre in too deep.
And you would much rather be humiliated with your clothes on. So you jump off the hood of the car, your slick glistening in the night lights like a snail trail. Suddenly, the acts you just took part in have turned from euphoric to sickly.
âListen-â
âI meant it,â he interrupts, not even letting you end this before he can. âI really mean it when I say youâre the only girl for me.â
Youâre waiting on the but, yet it never comes. Instead, heâs biting his lip nervously, looking at you but not into your eyes, his focus on your forehead like a sniper in the woods. And you feel like youâve been shot, just not in the hurtful way you were expecting, itâs almost like youâre on the receiving end of a blank and the shock is ringing in your ears more than anything.
You stand dumbfounded, zipping up your dress at the back. âHuh?â Itâs stupid and not what you want to ask, but your flabber has been gasted.
Jaeyun groans and rubs over his face. âI donât want anyone else. And I know youâre annoyingly loyal to Yeonjun, but I canât pretend that this isnât more than what it is.â He steps forward and cups your flushed face, the cold now settling upon it once again. âI. Love. You. I have for fucking months, andâŠI donât know, I canât keep pretending I donât.â
I. Love. You.
Itâs such a simple and common phrase, yet hearing it in his accent, from his mouth, directed at you, you find it foreign.Â
Jaeyun hates the silence that follows, the horns from the cars down below act like a mocking laugh to the moment. He knows its risky, confessing his feelings so bluntly, but if he had to keep them in any longer then he might have buried them forever and harboured an even deeper resentment towards himself and your brother.
âYouâre stuck between a rock and a hard place, I get that. But can we call a spade a spade and admit that we love each other?â He insists, now finding his confidence. Go big or go home, he supposes. Heâs convinced you love him too, you look at him the way he does you, and even if itâs only a tiny speckle of love that you hold for him, he needs you to admit it. For his sanity, and yours.
You canât process a single thought beyond his words, their weight pressing down on you, making it impossible to breathe for a second. The world falls quiet around you, the buzzing city and distant hum of traffic fading as your mind hones in on his face, the intensity of his gaze, the subtle quiver of his lip as he waits.
âJaeyun,â you manage, though it barely comes out above a whisper, âThis isnâtâŠthis isnât exactly what we agreed on.â Stupid. Why the fuck are you saying that NOW.
âI know, but I also know you feel it too.â His thumb moves tenderly across your cheek, brushing over the spot where a tear might fall if you let it. âAnd if thereâs even the slightest chance that you feel what I feel, I just need to know.â He pauses, his voice softening as he meets your gaze fully. âBecause youâre it for me. Iâm tired of pretending I donât want to be with you completely. You deserve to be loved, and although I might not deserve to be the one to give you that, I want to try.â
You want to look away, to retreat and give yourself a chance to think, but his eyes are pleading with you to stay present, to face this. And the truth is, in some corner of your heart that you've tried to ignore, you know what he's saying is true.
But YeonjunâŠIf he finds out, heâll never forgive you. Itâs one thing to be in a fun fling with his rival, itâs another to be completely and utterly head over heels for the boy.
The silence is thick, but thereâs an odd comfort in it. You reach up, covering his hand with yours, grounding yourself in his warmth. âI donât want to lose you,â you murmur, voice trembling. âAnd IâŠI donât know how weâd make it work without hurting Yeonjun.â
Jaeyunâs grip tightens, his confidence anchoring you. âIâll make it work. Iâll do everything to make sure he accepts it. Iâll step down as the Luciferâs leader, Iâll get on my knees and beg, baby I will do whatever it takes to get him on our side. I donât want to come between you both, I know how precious he is to you, and you to him,â he pauses, breathing out and collecting his thoughts before he goes on a desperate faffing rant, his point losing focus. âI love you, and that means loving every part of you.â
âIn the carâŠâ you begin, voice unsure, âYou said something about how Yeonjun would become your family, you meant-â
âYeah, listen. Donât freak out about that. I was jumping the gun with that oneâŠbut I mean, is it so unplausible? For us to be together? To imagine a future with you?â
âThereâs a big difference between jumping into dating and leaping into marriage, Jaeyun.â
âOkay? So weâll hold back on the leaping for now,â he laughs, pressing his forehead to yours, âbut tell me youâll jump.â
His breath mingles with yours, warm and steadying, grounding you in a way that makes your hesitation falter. "Jaeyun," you begin, your voice so soft it barely carries the weight of what youâre feeling. "Itâs terrifying to even think about, you know that, right? Yeonjun isâŠhe's been there my whole life, my protector, my brotherâŠyouâre asking me to risk that.â
"I know." He cups your face, his thumb tracing slow, tender circles along your cheek, calming and reassuring. "And I wouldn't ask you if I didnât believe with every part of me that weâre worth it. But Iâm not going anywhere until youâre ready; whether thatâs now, or tomorrow, or a hundred years from now. Iâm in this, Y/N. All the way. I just need you to say yes."
Your lips part, the words catching in your throat, suspended between the comfort of safety and the thrill of the unknown. Slowly, you reach out and lace your fingers through his, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "Alright," you say, a tremor of nerves mingling with the glint of determination in your eyes. "Iâll jumpâŠbut youâd better catch me, Jaeyun."
A grin breaks across his face, and for a moment, everything else fades away; the rivalry, the fear, even Yeonjun. Itâs just you and him, exactly how it should have been from the beginning.
"Always," he whispers, voice filled with quiet conviction. Then he closes the distance between you, sealing your promise with a kiss thatâs soft, lingering, and brimming with all the words neither of you dared to speak out loud.
But maybe itâs time you do
âI love you too, Jaeyun,â you confess, eyes boring into his heart.
His eyes widen for a split second, and you see the disbelief flicker across his face, not quite sure he heard you right. But then his gaze softens, and a smile breaks across his face, one so genuine and unguarded that it sends warmth flooding through you. His hand tightens around yours, squeezing his happiness into your veins and bones.
"You donât know how long Iâve waited to hear you say that," he murmurs, brushing his thumb over your knuckles with a tenderness that leaves your heart aching. âI fucking love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.â He chants, kissing all over your face, causing you to scrunch up and laugh, attempting to push him away but failing - not that youâre going to complain about that.
Thereâs a sense of relief, a lightness you havenât felt in so long, as if all the weight of secrecy and uncertainty has lifted. For once, youâre not worrying about the consequences, about what could go wrong or who might get hurt. Right now, itâs just you and him, and the truth laid bare between you.
âYes, okay, we love each other! Enough!â you giggle between his million and one kisses.
His hand comes up to cradle your cheek, his fingers grazing your skin with reverence. âIâm never letting you go now, you realise that, donât you?â
You nod, a smile creeping across your face, and pull him in for another kiss, this one filled with the promise of everything that lies ahead. âOh I know. Just wait till I tell your crew,â you laugh, pushing him away. ââOh, Y/N, I love you sooooo much. Youâre the best thing that ever happened to me-'â
Your imitation is cut short, his hand flying over your mouth as he suppresses a laugh, trying to portray fear that isnât truly there. âCâmon! You canât ruin my reputation like that,â he whines, giving you that signature pout.Â
âOh but I will-â Without warning, he picks you up, tossing you over his shoulder as he carried you to the backseat. âJaeyun! Put me down!â
âIâm going to fuck every word and thought out of that pretty brain of yours so you never utter my soft side to a soul,â he playfully jabs, opening the backseat and tossing you inside.
âWellâŠI have a lot of thoughtsâŠand words,â you reply, biting your lip as you settle across the seats, legs already accommodating for him.
âThen itâs gonna be a long night. I suppose Iâll need to turn my clock back some more, donât you think?â
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Sleeper
Summary : When Bucky falls in love with the antihero heâs sleeping with, he offers her a place in the Thunderbolts*.
Pairing : Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x antihero!reader (she/her)Â
Warnings/tags : Violence, death, sex (a prominent theme but not graphic), cursing. Borderline obsessive behaviour. Congressman Barnes as per the Thunderbolts teaser. Batman/Catwoman-like dynamic. (Let me know if I miss anything.)
Word count : 6.5k
Note : This fic was genuinely written because of the van scene in the Thunderbolts trailer. Thatâs it. Thatâs how down bad I am for Thunderbolts Bucky. Reader is an antihero called âSleeper.â The Thunderbolts are referred to as âthe team.â The reader and Bucky first met a little bit before FATWS. I also have a cap! Sam fic coming out soon because my god. I am drooling over these two. Enjoy!
Bucky first heard of your existence in whispers.
He had heard your codename in hushed tones when he got off the ice in Wakanda, after Shuri helped rid his brain of the trigger words that haunted him.
Several of the Dora Milaje had crossed paths with you in Ivory Coast, and they had told everyone in the palace about how terrifyingly efficientâand violentâ you had been. They said you finished the job before they even got there.
Your codename was nothing but silent rumours by those on the fringes of the intelligence community. They called you âSleeperââ it wasn't a name you chose for yourself, but you have chosen to embrace the fear that people associated with it.Â
You were an antihero, a vigilante who left rivers of blood in your wake.
Four years ago, you started tracking down the same corrupt officials and Hydra remnants that Bucky was trying to arrest.
The difference: Bucky set out to turn them in, you had your heart set on killing them, fast and efficient, as you always have been.
The first time you crossed paths with the former Winter Soldier, it was in a crumbling KGB safehouse in Eastern Europe. Bucky had taken down most of the guards, ready to haul the high-ranking operative to a jail cell in DC where he can await his trial. He was tired, the strain of therapy and sleepless nights holding him down, but this mission kept him focused.
But when he reached the operativeâs office, the target was already slumped over his desk, cold and lifeless.Â
"Guess I beat you to it, soldier," you said, voice laced with a confidence that made his stomach twist. You let him process the sight of youâfitted black suit, gloved hands, and a smirk that told him you were not only dangerous, but damn well aware of it. A mask obscured your eyes, but even with half of your face covered, he could see how smug you looked.
âI didnât ask for your help,â he said, voice low.
âGood thing I wasnât asking for you permission.â You tilted your head, the ghost of a laugh in your voice. You were watching him, sizing him up with those sharp eyes that felt like they could through see every part of him he tried to keep hidden.Â
âSergeant James Barnes, right?â You said his name with a familiarity that sent a jolt through him. âIâve heard a lot about you. Never thought Iâd actually run into you, though. Lucky night for me.â
He narrowed his eyes, not trusting this mysterious stranger, though he couldnât deny he was intrigued. âAnd you areâŠ?â
âI have no name to claim for myself,â you shrugged, leaning back against the wall, âbut people call me Sleeper.â You let the name linger, knowing heâd recognize it.Â
His memory reeled back to Ayo and the Dora Milaje, who had warned him of you: ruthless, volatile. A ghost who disappeared without a trace, always a step ahead. Heâd just never expected Sleeper to be⊠so easy on the eyes.
âI didnât ask for your help.â He repeated with no conviction. He narrowed his eyes at the body. âEspecially not like this.â
You shrugged, pushing off the wall and strolling over. âRelax, soldier,â your gaze met his, âI only go after the ones who deserve it. Just because I do it my way doesnât mean Iâm the villain here.â
âStill doesnât make it right,â he muttered, but there was a flicker of curiosity underneath his stormy blue eyes.
âThen stop me,â you challenged softly, leaning close enough to feel his breath. âIf you can.â
His breath hitched ever so slightly.
You grinned, a spark of intrigue lighting up in your gaze. âIâll be waiting, James.â
And before he could respond, you were gone.
He knew he shouldâve stopped youâ but some part of him was glad he hadnât.Â
As you disappeared, he felt something he hadnât in a long, long time: excitement.
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From that day on, Bucky couldnât get you out of his head.Â
At first, it was frustrating. You were hard to track, ruthlessâand yet there was a sickening righteous principle to your actions that he couldnât deny.
As the weeks went by, something else rooted in his brain when he thought of you. Fascination.Â
His mind often wandered about you during his quiet, sleepless nights, wondering who you were beneath the mask, beneath the mystery and the whispers.
Sam noticed, of course. He'd raise an eyebrow whenever Bucky lingered too long over case files where you'd been mentioned. Heâd nudge if he seemed overly eager to volunteer for missions that involved your typical targets.
âMaybe youâll get lucky and sheâll show,â Sam teased once, nudging Bucky. âSheâs dangerous, though. Is that your type?â
Bucky scoffed, but he knew Sam was right. And maybe that danger was part of what kept him intrigued.
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The next time you crossed paths, it was in a dark alleyway, both of you dripping with sweat and breathing heavily after taking down an underground fighting ring.Â
âYou know,â heâd said, âkilling them doesnât make it justice.â
âYou think turning them in is enough?â Your voice had cut through the air like a knife, but there was no malice behind it. You wanted him to understand your line of thinking, wanted him to know. âPeople like them are everywhere. Theyâll get out. Theyâll come back.â
âSo you think you get to decide whether they live or die?â he challenged, jaw tight.
âNo,â you said, readjusting your mask. âBut I do it anyway.â There was a flicker of sadness in your gaze that he noticed, even if you tried to hide it.
What had happened to you? He thought to himself. What have you been through?
In that moment, he noticed the pain behind your eyes, the kind of pain he knew intimately. You werenât just someone who killed for vengeance; you must have had your reasons. You must have carried scars that ran deep, maybe deeper than his.
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From that point on, Bucky made it a habit to look for you on every mission. It was like an unspoken game, this cat-and-mouse chase. Every time he saw you, the tension between you grew.Â
Sometimes, heâd get there first, managing to intercept before you could execute the target. Other times, youâd arrive at the same time. Heâd try to talk you out of it, to make you see things his way, but youâd laugh him off, the kind of laugh that hinted at more than your fair share of heartache.Â
And sometimes, youâd tease him, push boundaries he wasnât sure he should cross.
âYou like this, donât you, James?â Youâd whisper it low, close enough for him to catch your scent, a faint hint of gunpowder and vanilla perfume. âThe chase. Getting to play the hero while I get my hands dirty.â
He wanted to deny it, but he couldnât.Â
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Bucky grew obsessed, even if he wouldnât admit it. Every encounter left him more and more drawn to you. Heâd search for files on you for days on end without sleep, but all he found were reports with no concrete evidence. He found himself looking for excuses to track your movements, hoping heâd be there to stop you but not quite sure he wanted to succeed.
One night, after another close call, you leaned into him as he pushed you up against the wall. He could feel the heat radiating off you, the electricity charged in the space between you. You looked up at him, the smallest hint of vulnerability peeking through your mask.
âWhy do you keep doing this, James?â you asked, voice softer this time. âYou canât save me.â
âMaybe not,â he replied, frowning as his eyes looked down to the edge of your lips, âbut I can try.â
That night, he wondered just how long he could keep up this dance before one of you finally gave in.
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One night, while you were on a caper in Prague, everything changed for the two of you.Â
The mission had been bloody, chaotic, and a little too close to mayhem for Buckyâs liking. You had taken down an entire network of arms dealers, setting fire to one of their last remaining munitions blocks and leaving it to burn.Â
Bucky had arrived too late, frantically trying to contain the chaos youâd left in your wake, alerting local authorities, making sure the flames didnât spread to a nearby market.
When he caught up to you, adrenaline ran hot through his veins.Â
He'd followed you through winding streets and up dark staircases, up to the hotel you were holed up in. He followed you into your room, locking you both in.
His voice was tight, anger simmering beneath. âYouâre careless.â His blue eyes were striking underneath the european moonlight, âyou couldâve taken out half the neighbourhood, and for what?â
âI got the job done, James.â You shrugged, trying to look unbothered. âItâs not pretty, but it works.â
He stepped closer, and you held his gaze, âYou know, Iâd turn you in if you werenât soâŠâ he paused, his voice faltering, as if the words were lodged in his throat, âWerenât soâŠâ
Your pulse quickened. âIf I werenât so what?â You snapped, daring him to finish, to admit what had been hanging between you two since the day you met.
But he didnât answer. Instead, he pulled you into a fierce, bruising kiss.
You didnât hesitateâyou kissed him back with just as much fire, your hands tangling in his hair.
Buckyâs hands found your waist, fingers digging in with enough pressure to leave marks. He pushed you back until your shoulders hit the wall, lips moving down your jaw, then hot against your neck. His breaths were ragged, matching your own, and he was holding you as if letting go would mean losing control entirely.Â
You couldnât help the gasp that escaped your lips as his mouth found a sensitive spot on the dip in your collarbone, his hands roaming possessively over your back, down your sides.
You pulled him back to your mouth, desperately needing that connection.Â
When you finally broke apart for air, his forehead rested against yours. You untied your mask and threw it across the room.
Fuck. he thought as his eyes widened, taking in your full facial features for the first time. You were even more beautiful than I imagined you to be.Â
Fuck, fuck, fuck, he thought to himself, Iâm done for.
He was ready to throw you in jail cell. Instead, he ended up in your bed.
That night, in the dim light of your cheap hotel room, clothes were shed in hurried, frustrated movements, and all that pent-up tension finally found its release.
That first time had been desperate, raw. Both of you were driven by the need to let go, to feel something other than the weight of the cold blooded kills and the darkness you both carried.
Ever since then, every time you crossed paths, it was the same: adrenaline-fueled clashes and heated conversations about morality turned into hotel room rendezvous, hands grasping, lips colliding, both of you seeking the kind of solace you could only ever find in each other.Â
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Youâd never admitted it out loud, but Bucky had an effect on you. When he was around, you found yourself hesitating just that split second longer before slicing your targetâs arteries and leaving them to bleed.
You didnât feel the need to wipe out every enemy anymore, and his disapproval of your methods had started haunting you in ways youâd never expected. Maybe that was why youâd started allowing him to find you more often, taking on jobs you knew heâd be there for.Â
It was a dangerous game, but you kept playing it. He was obsessed with finding you, and you werenât about to stop him.
Heâd learned to read you better, your patterns, the places you tended to show up. By the time you landed in some city on the opposite end of the globe, heâd be there like clockwork, showing up right before you finished a job, confronting you before you could disappear into the night.
But the nights you spent together were⊠different.Â
You never asked about each otherâs pasts; you kept it in the here and now, keeping him at a safe distance even as you let him pull you under the covers time and again.
Every time he asked your real name, youâd smile and brush him off, deflecting his curiosity with a kiss or a teasing answer. He didnât press, but you could see the questions in the way his brow furrowed, could feel the affection in the way he lingered in the mornings after, with a soft smile in his eyes that made your heart beat faster.
Each time, he told himself it was just catharsis, just a release of frustration for both of you, nothing more. But that excuse had worn thin over the years, and Bucky knew it as well as you did.Â
He knew it wasnât one sided either. He wasnât blind to the way youâd look at him as he drifted to sleep next to you. Once, he caught a flicker of something vulnerable in your eyes before you put the walls back up.Â
And God, was he drawn to you, to the side of you that fought so fiercely, that showed just enough vulnerability to keep him coming back. He was so fucking desperate to understand you better, to see more of the person underneath the mask.
â
One night, after a mission in Manila, youâd both ended up in a small, worn-down cheap hotel room overlooking the city lights. You were leaning against the headrest of the bed, a hint of sweat clinging to your skin, breathing still unsteady as you came down from the high you gave each other.
He watched you, his gaze lingering on the barely-perceptible rise and fall of your chest.Â
âDonât look at me like that,â you muttered, voice thick with exhaustion. There was a tremor in your tone, a flicker of something vulnerable that he wasnât sure you meant for him to hear.
âLike what?â he asked, nuzzling closer to you. His now long hair was tied back in a low bun, your hair tie holding it together because he didn't have one of his own.
âLike you want something from me that Iâm too broken to give,â you said, refusing to meet his eyes. But he reached for you, tipping your chin up until you had no choice but to look at him, and there it wasâthat flicker of affection he knew ran just as deep in you as it did in him.
âMaybe I want it anyway,â he murmured, his voice low and filled with a quiet intensity. âYou ever think of that?â
âThis is just a release, James.â Your gaze softened for just a second, long enough for him to catch it before you shook your head, pulling yourself from his grasp. âItâs just something we both need.â
Even as you said it, you weren't convinced. He reached for you again, pulling you close, and kissed you because that was the only thing youâd let him do.
You melted into him once more, you found yourself wondering just how much longer you could keep him at armâs length.
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The shift in Buckyâs life had been as dramatic as it was unexpected. Youâd never pegged him for politicsâneither had he, to be fairâbut here he was, representing his district, looking sharp in a suit that cost more than the last few hotels youâd met in combined.Â
Heâs upgraded. Freshly elected, polished up, all suited and respectable as a congressman, fighting for reform from a marble office by day and for justice in dark alleys by night.Â
But tonight, with that half-smile he only gets with you, heâs still the sameâ still carrying that simmering tension in his lips, his hair tousled from a long night of pursuing you through the shadows.Â
After a mission that had you both knee-deep in an abandoned bunker hunting a rogue assassin, you found yourself together once again. Only this time, the hotel heâd booked was far from cheap.Â
He brought you to a five-star suite. The bed was massive, the sheets soft, and the view from the window sprawled out over the city skyline, a stark contrast to the dingy rooms youâd gotten used to.Â
Now, lying beside him in the rumpled silk sheets, you watched him catch his breath. You moved off of his lap to lay next to him, euphoric from the guilty pleasure you both indulged in.Â
âYou know, the second someone finds out Congressman Barnes has a relationship with a violent vigilante, youâre out of office.â
He looked over at you, eyebrows raised. âRelationship?â
Fuck. He caught you slipping up. He caught you thinking about a relationship with him.
âCasual sex is still a relationship, James.â You shrugged, trying to save face. You turned to him, with a lazy, unconvinced smile, âStrings attached or not, it counts.â
He shifted, the corner of his mouth twitching as he watched your wall break, even if only one brick at a time. âCasual,â His fingers traced idle patterns along your bare shoulder. âIs that what weâre calling it?â
âUnless youâre pretending you donât want it anymore.â You paused, leaning closer, âOr maybe you just like that I could ruin everything. That I could say one word to the press, post one picture online and your reputation is finished. Youâd be back to square one.â
He chuckled, his fingers grazing down your arm. It was terrifying, how comfortable heâd become with you. âI trust that you wouldnât,â he said softly, voice laced with that steady confidence, like he knows you better than you know yourself.
His declaration hung in the air, and you felt guilt striking in your chest.
This wasnât supposed to be part of this arrangement. Trust was for partners, for couples, for people who wanted things that lasted.Â
You shook it off, leaning back, a little smirk tugging at your lips as you lifted a brow. âYouâre right. I do have a soft spot for you, Congressman Barnes,â you added, the title rolling off your tongue with a touch of sarcasm, âConsider it my gift to democracy.â
He laughed, letting his head fall back against the pillow. His hand drifted down to catch yours, holding it in a way that felt too natural, too comfortable for what you were supposed to be.Â
You both knew, despite the banter and the invisible boundaries, this thing between you was already past casual. It was the reason he keeps showing up where you showed up, the reason youâre letting him into your life in ways you never let anyone before. You were both just too stubborn to say it.
He pulled you closer, pressing his lips to yours in a way that feels almost⊠affectionate. For a moment, you let yourself sink into it, forgetting the consequences, the danger, the fact that this man might just unravel you completely and you would have no say in it whatsoever.
When you pulled back, his fingers trailed over your bare waist. âMaybe itâs more than just a soft spot,â he suggested, his voice barely above a whisper.
You raised an eyebrow, heart beating out of your chest. âLetâs not get sentimental, James,â you brushed, letting your fingers graze his jaw as you murmured, âYouâve got an image to protect, after all.â
He lets out a sigh thatâs part laughter, part frustration. He knew you were deflecting. âRight,â he said, brushing his lips against yours again.Â
âYou and your image,â you chuckled, âOut there, shaking hands and making speeches about justice while you sneak off to hotel rooms with someone like me.â
He grinned, not a trace of shame in his expression as he turned his gaze back to you. âSomeoneâs gotta keep you in line. Even if it takesâŠâ His voice lowered, dropping into that deep, teasing tone that made your stomach knot. ââŠa hands-on approach.â
You rolled your eyes. âYouâre the last person whoâd ever get me in line, James.â You leaned closer, though you didn't believe a single word you said.Â
There was a long silence for a while. He eventually reached out, brushing a lock of hair back from your face, his thumb tracing over your cheek.
âMaybe youâre right,â he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. âMaybe thatâs why I keep coming back.â
As the city lights cast a faint glow over the room, you lay there in silence, limbs tangled together in a way that felt a little less no strings attached every time.
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The next time you meet, you were on a late-night operation on the dark outskirts of the city. Youâve tracked down a group of mercenaries. Theyâre as ruthless as they were careless, leaving a trail of devastation across the criminal underworld. But tonight, their recklessness will end with you.Â
You moved through in silence, precise, methodical. One by one, you took them down, not killing, but incapacitating them. Your fists were quick, your strikes precise. Itâs what youâve done for years, a grim pattern of efficiency that never required a second blow. Just as you reached the man who hired them with your knife drawnâa local crime lordâyou felt his presence before you saw him.
âThink twice, Sleeper,â Bucky said from behind you.
You froze, heart pounding as you stood over the crime lord begging for mercy. It would be so easy to end this now, but with Bucky watching, you hesitated.
You lowered the knife.
Instead of killing him, you tied him up alongside the other mercenaries, ignoring the questions in their fearful eyes. Bucky made a call, alerting local authorities to pick up the mess youâve left behind.
âWhat now?â you asked, walking away from the carnage. You were expecting the usual pattern: another hotel room, a brief reprieve from the violence, nothing more.Â
But he surprised you, lacing his hand in between your fingers, warm and secure.Â
He had never, ever, showed affection outside closed doors.
âCome with me.âÂ
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You didnât expect Bucky to take you back to his place, but soon you were standing outside a sleek high-rise in the heart of the city. You followed him up to his penthouse apartment. Itâs almost disorientingâ the polished floors, the floor-to-ceiling windows.
You found yourself standing in the quiet entryway of his home. The walls were painted in light, earthy tones, and the furniture was clean, modern, yet warm.
You glanced around, taking in the small details that hinted at Bucky's life beyond the missions. There were bookshelves lined with novels and memoirs, some old and looked like first editions, others barely touched. A few black-and-white photographs decorated the wallsâNew York City at dusk, a forest path, a beach sunset. It was an oddly peaceful place for a man like him. Certainly too peaceful for someone as broken as you.
âThis is risky, James,â you said, looking up at him as he closed the door behind him, âShowing me where you live.â
âNo, it's not,â he replied, his conviction absolute. âI trust you.â
There it was again. That word. Trust. The thing you never quite knew what to do with, especially coming from him.
You studied the way his favourite leather jacket was tossed on a chair, a half-read book by the couch. It felt like stepping across an invisible line. You set your mask down on the table before he grabbed your waist and pulled you close.
âThis feels like crossing a boundary, James,â you admitted. You knew he should pull back, give you a chance to retreat. But you didn't want him to.
So he didnât.
Instead, he cupped your face as he tilted your chin up gently. âWhat boundary?â he asked.
He knew that there were nothing separating you two. Not anymore.
The space between you vanished as his lips met yours. You kissed him back, losing yourself in the process of tasting him. His hands slid to the small of your back, pulling you closer. Kissing him felt like fallingâ like surrender.
You made your way to his bedroom, bodies tangled together, a blur of heated whispers and gasping breaths. Clothes fell away, discarded like old skin. The way he looked at you, it was like he was memorising every inch of you.
In that moment, you realised: the boundary had never been there. Not for him. Maybe not for you either.
â
The room was quiet as you lay tangled up in Buckyâs sheets. The duvet smelled like him, unlike the neutral, sterile scent of the usual hotel sheets.Â
Youâd never admit it, but it was intoxicating.Â
The satisfied pulsing in your body had put a hazy filter over everything.Â
Bucky smiled softly, kissing your forehead before reaching to his bedside drawer, pulling out a small glass box, placing it gently on your palm.
"Here," he murmured, almost shyly. He opened the box to reveal a hair tie inside.Â
Oh. You recognised it. The ends were a bit frayed, the colour faded.
It was the hair tie youâd given him in Manila, a lifetime ago, a little piece of you that heâd tucked away in a corner of his home
You blinked, caught off guard. "You still have that?"
He shrugged, but his eyes wouldnât meet yours. Was he⊠embarrassed? "I thought it was... worth keeping."
"Careful, James,â you couldn't help but tease him, nuzzling closer into his arms. âKeep this up and you might just start falling in love with me."
You felt his breath hitch.
He looked up, finally. Nervously.
Instead of denying it, he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low, warm whisper. "Would that be so bad?"
His fingers brushed against yours, sending a shiver through your spine. Your heart fluttered irregularly, your head spinning in a daze as you tried to keep your thoughts down.
No.
You couldnât let him see that he was getting to you like this, so you did what you always did: you deflected, grinning forcefully and rolling your eyes.
"Yeah, right," you said, brushing off the moment. As much as it broke your heart to deny the truth, you were doing it for his sake and yours. "I'm not that easy to love, James."
He chuckled softly, the warmth of his breath brushing your skin as he pulled you closer, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. "Maybe that's why I do."Â
You shifted away from him, wrapping yourself in the sheets as if they could shield you from what he was offering â and from the ache in his gaze.Â
"We canâtâŠ" you said, voice barely above a whisper. "We canât do this."
Bucky's eyes darkened, but he would be alright. He expected this from you.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to collect himself. You could see the struggle in his eyes, the battle between his desire for you and something else⊠there was something bigger.Â
"I need to tell you something," he said quietly. âI have⊠a team.â
That caught you off guard.Â
Bucky? On a team? Heâd always seemed like a lone wolf, just like you.Â
âThereâs a couple of former Widows, who youâd get along with. Two other super soldiers. And someone who can⊠phase. Quantum experiment gone wrong.â He paused, âWeâre trying to make something real here. And itâs missing someone.â His fingers trailed down your forearm, eventually clasping your palm in his, âItâs missing you.â
He pushed a strand of hair behind your ears, trailing your jawline delicately with his metal hand, âI need you.â
The invitation went unanswered for a moment. You swallowed, caught off-guard by how badly he seemed to want this, how he wanted you to be part of it.
âI work alone, James,â you said, brushing off the offer with a small, bitter smile. âYou know that.â
âBut why not?â His voice was barely more than a whisper. âWhy wonât you let someone else in for once?â
The frustration in his tone was raw, and for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of pain flash across his face from this rejection.
âThis is your chance to do something good the right way,â he pressed, and there was a quiet urgency in his voice. âNo more hunting down bad guys with no direction. No more living like youâve got nothing left to lose.â
His words sank in, and your walls felt shakier than ever. The idea of leaving the past behind, of actually building something⊠you hadnât let yourself imagine it in years.
âJust think about it,â he said softly, placing his forehead on yours. âYou don't have to decide now. Just⊠consider it.â
You gave a noncommittal shrug, but the truth was that his offer echoed in your mind, louder than you wanted to admit. He smiled at your dismissiveness, recognizing the crack in your armour. He didnât push further.Â
You realised that for the first time in a long time, you werenât entirely sure if you wanted to say no.
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The next time you saw Bucky was in the middle of a mission neither of you had wanted.Â
Just a week had passed since youâd spent the night in his apartment. Since then, you had told yourself you shouldnât return. You couldnât. You were getting too close, feeling too much.
It was getting dangerous.
But then Bucky had reached out to you, voice tight and desperate, the kind of desperation that stripped away all his pride. It was a vulnerability even you hadn't seen from him before. His team was in over their heads, heâd said. He needed you.Â
Youâd agreed to help, but youâd been careful to remind him that this was a one-time thing. One mission, and that was it.
But then everything went wrong.
It happened so fast, you barely understood how everything had gone wrong.Â
You were with Bucky, fighting side-by-side, the two of you moving as if connected by some invisible thread.Â
You had taken a blow, separating you from everyone else. You tried standing up but fuck! The impact had shattered your ankle, sending a searing pain through your leg. Your nerves were on fire in a way they had never been before.
You couldn't move.Â
You couldn't get up. Couldnât run.
And then the ground shifted, an explosion roared from behind, and the next thing you knew, a van was thrown across the road, hurtling straight toward you.
For a single, frozen heartbeat, you realised this was it.Â
It was over.
You saw the faces of bystanders staring from the sidewalk, their eyes wide, too horrified to look away. You let go of the cold steel of your knife still gripped in your hand. The acrid taste of smoke on your tongue intensified. And the truckâa wall of twisted metal hurtling closer, closer, impossibly fast.
Youâd spent so many years brushing so close to death that you always thought youâd be ready.
But now, all you felt was regret.
Regret that this was how youâd die: in the middle of a cold, empty street, surrounded by strangers who would never remember you, never know who you were or what youâd done.Â
Alone.Â
You thought of Bucky in those last secondsâhis quiet smiles, the way heâd look at you like he could see through every wall you put up, the silent crutch heâd offered without expecting anything in return. Bucky, whoâd trusted you, whoâd somehow cared for you even after everything youâd done.Â
For the first time, you felt regret for every life youâd taken, every person youâd left to die in your wake.
Your life had been nothing but survival and bloodshed. You had told yourself it was necessary, that it was the only way. But here, now, with your own death inches away, it all felt hollow.
Youâd given up hope, abandoned the idea of redemption long agoâbecause you were too broken.
And yet, with Bucky, something had changed. He had looked at you and somehow seen past it all. Heâd made you feel as if maybe, just maybe, you were something more than the ghost youâd become. Maybe, instead of running, you could have found a way to fight for something real, something that mattered.Â
Maybe you could have been someone better.Â
You would never know now.
The world narrowed, and you braced yourself for the inevitable, hoping it would be quick and painless. Your fingers tightened, clinging to the memory of him in those last, precious seconds as you waited to feel the impactâ
But it never came.
Instead, there was a rush of air, a deafening crash, and thenâsilence. You blinked, dazed, your heart still hammering, and when you looked up, Bucky was standing there, his metal arm outstretched, braced against the van that heâd deflected away.
He turned to face you, his expression raw, worry carved deep into his features as he scanned you, checking for injuries. For a moment, he just stared, his breathing uneven, as if heâd been the one facing certain death.
âAre you okay?â he asked, his voice panicked.
You tried to answer, but the words tangled, caught in your throat. You managed a nod, barely able to process what had just happened.Â
âShit,â he kneeled next to you, âIs your ankle broken, can you walk?â
You stared at him, trembling as he tore a part of his shirt and wrapped it around your injury for support.
Bucky had saved you. He had thrown himself in front of a hurtling vehicle without a moment of hesitation, as if your life were worth that sacrifice.Â
He had saved you.
You were alive because of him.
Alive, when youâd already accepted that you were going to die alone.
No one had ever done that for you. No one had ever saved youânot like this, not without asking anything in return. Hell, you never thought that you deserved to be saved.
âYouâre okay, Sleeper,â he said, his voice softer now, like he was reassuring himself as much as you. âIâm here.â
His words settled into the cracks that had broken open inside you, filling them in ways you hadnât thought possible. You hadnât realised how empty youâd felt until now, how long youâd carried the weight of loneliness, of believing that this lifeâthis endless, solitary fightâwas all you deserved.Â
Bucky made you feel like maybe, just maybe, you didnât have to be alone. That maybe, even after all youâd done, there was a place for you outside the shadows.
âDonât call me that,â your voice trembled, âI donât want you to call me Sleeper anymore.â
Bucky stopped for a second, confused. âWhat do you want me to call you, then?â
You couldnât hold it back anymore. Something inside you broke, raw and vulnerable, and the name youâd hidden for years slipped from your lips before you even realised it. Your real nameâyour last, fragile piece of self youâd kept locked away, hoping one day youâd be able to reclaim it.Â
It felt right with Bucky, like you could trust him with it, like you could let yourself be seen.
Buckyâs eyes widened, his face softening as he repeated it, almost reverent, like he wanted to remember how it felt to say it.Â
Hearing him say your name, like a prayer, like it was sacred, like it matteredâ tore down whatever walls you had left. Heâd given you something you didnât know you could have: the feeling of belonging to yourself again. The feeling of belonging to the world again.
Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers shaking. He moved, pulling you closer. His touch was grounding, steadyâa lifeline that anchored you to the moment, to this fragile reality where you didnât have to be alone anymore.Â
You pressed your lips to his, but this kiss was differentâ it wasn't casual or sexual as it has always been. This time, it was gentle, carrying something other than desire, something precious and fragile.Â
Something worth nurturing.
When you finally pulled away, he looked at you lovingly.Â
âIâll join you,â you said, the words coming from some deep part of you that had been waiting for someone to give you this chance, this choice.
Now you realised that this choice was yours all along. All you had to do was take it.
And you did, because maybe, instead of running from yourself, you could find a way to make things right. Maybe you could fight for something greater than yourself.
For the first time, wrapped in Buckyâs embrace, you believed that maybe you could be someone worth saving.
â
A month later, you were all gathered around a small campfire, tucked away in a quiet corner of nowhere.Â
The night was cool, the fire warm, and laughter bubbled up from the group as you shared bits and pieces of each other's lives.Â
âTeam bonding,â John had said.
John passed around a nearly empty bag of marshmallows, Alexei poked at the fire, and Yelena and Ava exchanged eye rolls at everyone elseâs antics, though they leaned closer together under the same blanket.
Eventually, the conversation drifted, as it often did, to you and Bucky.Â
âSo⊠how did the Winter Soldier and Sleeper even meet?â Yelena asked, raising an eyebrow as she threw another marshmallow into her mouth.Â
The moniker you had adopted still twisted in your stomach every time you heard it, but it had lost its edge. This time, you felt in control. Like you owned it.
"I have theories,â Alexei nodded, crossing his arms, âbut I have to know."
You shared a look with Bucky, a small smile creeping on both your faces. âThere was a Hydra agent we were both after.â you began, biting back a frown. âAnd⊠well, I was angrier back then.âÂ
He placed his arm on yours, a comforting gesture.
âYou wanted him alive,â you said. âI had⊠different ideas.â
âAfter thatââ Bucky wrapped his arm around your shoulders. ââShe was all I could think about. I kept showing up wherever she was, trying to figure her out.âÂ
âSo basically,â John said, trying to hold back a laugh, âBucky is a bit of a stalker.â
âA stalker?â Bucky echoed incredulously, âI think the word youâre looking for is âdedicated.ââÂ
âNo, no,â Ava interjected, âyou followed her everywhere did you not? âStalkerâ is the right word, Barnes.â
âFine,â he admitted jokingly, âBut what can I say? It was love at first sight.âÂ
Yelena gagged theatrically and John clutched his stomach in a fit of laughter.
Alexei just chuckled and muttered something about âAmerican romance.â Ava made a face, disgusted but secretly amused.
You couldnât help but laugh along with them, leaning against Buckyâs shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath. You could see him out of the corner of your eye, looking down at you with a quiet smile.
In some way, this still felt too good to be real.
For the first time, you realized youâd found exactly what youâd been missing all along. A home. Maybe even the closest thing youâve ever had to a family.
A place where you belonged.
And you knew, looking at all of themâespecially at Buckyâthat this was just the beginning.
-end
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Three's a Sideshow
Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Summary: Spencer misses an important date and ends up paying the consequences Trope:Angst w.c: 4.2k a/n: this is one of the many many requests of @lavonee (her exact request was: maybe spencer misses an important date/anniversary because of jj and reader is finally fed up being second place to her) trying my best to address all of them. Not proofread. Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! đ masterlist
The hazy dim light of each candle on the white linen covered table gave the restaurant an orange hue. Various aromas of meat, wine, and complimentary cheese wafted through the enclosed space. Sensual tones of the saxophone lightly played on the speakers perfectly weave through each muted conversations between loved onesâcouples and families. The high-end restaurant basked in good food and great company.Â
Everything was perfect.
Every costumer joyous and warm from the delicious wine.Â
All except for one, alone by the corner booth, phone pressed to your ear and eyes scanning for the tall, lithe form of the date for the night.
Beep. Beep. Beâ
You grimaced at the busy line tone that answered you, again. Hands gripping the draped linen, trying your best not to tap your newly manicured fingers on the tableâtrying to blend into the background, unsuccessfully.Â
You stuck out like a sore thumb. All dressed up with no partner or food on the table, just a glass of once chilled wineâcondensation all around it like tears of abandonment and longing.Â
The same waitress who escorted you to the tableâ15 minutes ago, approached with a perfectly rehearsed smile.
âMaâam, are we ready to order?â
You sighed. âActually, my boyfriend isnât here yetââ
She bit her lip, nodding, before quickly averting her eyes to the queued up line outside the premise.
Right. It was a Friday night and every adult in the vicinity wanted a night out to unwind and start their weekend on the right foot.
You tightly smiled, the embarrassment of tonight painting your cheeks a deep maroon, unnoticed through the flickering of the orange candlelight. ââyou know what, I think Iâd just have a slice of your chocolate cake to go. Yeah, Iâm sorry about holding up the table.â
The waitress nodded, understanding washing on her face. âThatâs alright. Iâll have your order packed and ready to go.â
âThanks,â you murmured as you watched her leave.Â
Tonight was suppose to be special.Â
You dressed up in the same white with purple printed flower midi length dress, styled your hair effortlessly, and spritzed on your favorite perfume that smelled like a luscious garden after a rainy night.
Everything was just like how it was two weeks agoâincluding your boyfriend of three years, Spencer Reid, not showing up for the date.
You didnât even know why you bothered. Why his promise of being here tonight made you feel giddy and trusting. Why his commitment on having do-over for the actual anniversary dinner that he missed two weeks ago made you think it was going to end differently and why you gave him another chanceâ
Another chance to let you down.
Another crack in your belief that you were important.
Another heartache to soothe.
Another let down.Â
When you first entered the relationship, you understood the gravity of his work. How his career will always come first and how unpredictable it all may be.
That partâaccepting those facts, were easy. You were always one to be tolerant and understanding ever since childhood, labeled as the easy kidâthe independent, the self-sufficient. Mixed in with your highly demanding career as a doctor, you got itâthe patience and consideration of a saint.
A martyr, your good friend once bluntly said.Â
But what good was being a martyr when the person youâre killing yourself for didnât notice?
It didnât matter at first. Missed messages, missed calls, missed dates were just a work of rotten timing from both ends. Sometimes it was you having to run to the hospital for an emergency surgery and sometimes it was him having to catch a plane to a latest serial killer case.
The tandem of both independent and busy people in the relationship worked, love blossomed regardless.
What made it different was, there was three of you in the relationship.
The third party being an intense platonic, as he once defended, connection with Her.
You felt it for the first time during a get together with his found family. Your set of eyes trained to read in between the lines for the truth patients unwittingly hide from their doctor. It was a skill that you honed and never hated, up until that moment.
The stolen glances when the other wasnât looking.
The emotion veiled between the eyes.
The unsaid words that seemed to spill from the silence.
Never mind that there were two presences in the vicinity that could have their life altered in any minute from the secrets long hidden in vaults. It was as if you and her husband were considered ornaments, pieces of a possible aftermath not worth saving.Â
You knew of their pastâSpencer admitting to having a crush on her during his early days with the team, asking her out on a baseball game date, and her recent admission during a case.
Everything was water under the bridge, your boyfriend assured you. But the thing was, water had a way of overflowing from confinement, turning deadly, and ravaging what once was an idyllic garden that bloomed from your affection.Â
Now as you pay for the tab and collect your things, you felt the tides that destroyed the solace inside of you well up to your eyesâwanting the release youâre fighting to keep at bay.
A fight youâre bound to lose.
You whispered a thank you to the waitress, soft and quiet that you were unsure if she even heard it but that was the best you could do, the sobs closing your vocal chords and threatening to escape, making you a spectacleâleaving the restaurant alone, with a boxed cake on hand.
What a sad sight.
You fumbled with the phone again, hands shaking as you insert the key on the ignition.
Beep. Beep. Beâ
Nothing.Â
What even was the point of all of this, you wondered. All this emotion, love, that was once sweet and heavenly now all felt rotten, puss oozing from its pores and flies exalting for a feast.Â
Slowly backing your black 4-door sedan out of the parking lot, you pondered if this was the endâdid you have any more left to give? Or was this just a bump on the road for the your future selves to learn and heartily laugh about?Â
âââ
The rattling of your keys as you dropped it on the ceramic plate across the main door disrupted the silent, empty apartment.
A small smile graced your face as you remembered spontaneously booking a ceramic wheel class with Spencer in tow. His initial worries about getting under the nails dirty and the bacteria that could be collected from any stranger that used the items before the both of you swept away with your giggles and assurances to double up on vitamins.Â
There was a wide grin on his face then, accepting defeat from the sight of your enthusiasm and glee.Â
It was one of your greatest memory with Spencer and when the glazed pottery came from the mailâyours, a wonky blue green plate and his, an uneven moss green bowl, you had him promise to take you again.
A promise that never came to fruition.
You sighed, eyes tracking the rented space you never quite moved in to. The walls painted this dark green color, reflecting the somber mood you frequently found yourself in and the shelves filled to the brim with books you never dream of reading.
in hindsight, maybe your subconscious was telling you something. Why you never agreed to Spencerâs casual asking of you to live with him. Why you were adamant of keeping your own apartment regardless of the nights you spent outside of it.
This place became your pseudo-home, comfortable but never quite permanent.Â
The distant murmur of a car being parked on the street had you clambering up from your defeated, slouched position on the leather couch. In your gut, you knew who it was.
You spotted them exiting the SUV.
The two figures that make the relationship threeâa sideshow for everyone to see.
Spencer and JJ.Â
They talked for a bit, probably saying pleasantries of goodbyes, before she leaned in for a hug. One that he reciprocated, patting her back as he went.Â
They looked like a couple and if you were in your right state of mind, youâd chalk the exchange up to nothing but you werenâtâyou were wounded and unsure of your standing ever since you exited the restaurant.
Were you his first still?
Or were you just second place?Â
They were questions you never wanted no, needed, to be addressed but it seemed like tonight was the night of reckoning.
As you watched Spencer enter the apartment, the smile on his face from spotting you slowly become a furrow between his brows, you fidgetedâpulling the coat tighter to your body, the one you never hung on the back of the doorâready to bolt.
âLove, Iâm so sorry I missed our reservationââ
He went in for a kiss on your glossy lips.Â
A simple act that you didnât have the energy to accept, you turned your head to the side. His lips catching your cheek instead.
âItâs fine,â you sardonically replied. âIt wasnât like I was waiting for you for half an hour to show up. Itâs fine, Spencer.âÂ
His brow twitched.Â
âIt sounds like itâs not fine. Why donât you tell me what you really feel? We promised to openly communicate, didnât we?â
You huffed, throwing your hands up in the air. âI said itâs fine, Spencer. Why donât you give it a rest?â
âYou look beautiful,â his calloused fingers gently caressing your hair. âIâm sorry I didnât show. Itâs just that JJ and the teaââ
Your last thread of reason snapped clean from hearing her name.
âItâs always going to be like this, isnât it? Me coming after her?â
âLove.â
âDonât touch meâdonât call me that,â you pushed his hands away, tucking the escaped tendrils behind your ears.Â
His own, raking the wavy brown hair you loved, in frustration. You could tell, with how his hands opened and closed, that he was itching to touch you, comfort you.Â
âHer? You mean, JJ? Sheâs a friend. Just a friend.âÂ
âAnd if this friend wasnât married with kids, would you still be here with me now?â
Silence.Â
There, you said it.
âWhatâyes, yes of course. Why would you ask that? Why would you doubt it? Doubt me?â
Your gut twisted inside of you. It was inconceivable for someone like Spencer to lie, wasnât it? He was a good guy, one of the best. But all the hidden resentment in your heartâa pile you werenât even aware of, no longer wanted to be silenced. It no longer wanted to be pushed to the side for optimism and denial.Â
âI donât know, Spencer. Maybe itâs the way you look at herââ voice raising up an octave. Youâve lost control, verbally dumping out everything. âDo you think I donât see it? You look at her with this, this nostalgia andâand this emotion that I canât compare toânever seen it when you look at me! Or maybe, maybe itâs because you drop everything for her? Including me?â
âAre you talking about when Henry got sick?â his hands finding a home on his hips. âI thought you understoodâyou of all, should have.â
Your laughter turned into a sob. âI doâI did, until you dropped me of unceremoniously back here, in this apartment, just so you could rush out to her home. Like I was some kind of secret, you didnât want to bring around her. Like I was some sort of disease, you didnât want her catching. Didnât you think I would be of great help? A licensed medical doctor?â
âI wasnât thinking straightâI thought you, you shouldnât be exposed to the type of flu Henry contracted. You could have gotten sick too and could have passed it on to your other patients.â
âItâs my job to take care of the sick, donât you think I take measures for my own health? Spencer, please, for once just be honest with me.â
He tilted his head. âHonest about what?â
âIf itâs her you really want and if Iâm just a passable substitute to settle down with.â
You could see his eyes blazing with suchâdisgust? Anger? You didnât know what emotion it was before it was snuffed out, leaving his expression blank and almost sad. It was a look you were familiar with, his profiler look.
âI donât need you profiling me and my insecurities, Spencer. I just want the truth. The God-honest truth.âÂ
âI love you. I canât imagine a life without youâI wonât imagine it. Isnât that enough?â
Your hands drop to your side.
âI donât know. Is it?â
The distance created by the silence between you and Spencer was vast. Youâve never felt quite alone and isolated in the relationship until this moment. Was this it, then? The end to your once dreamed of happy ever after?Â
âIâm sorry I missed the dinner. Why donât you let me make it up to you? We can book the same restaurant for next week andââ
âYou canât just make up for a make up anniversary dinner, thatâs not how it works in real life, Spencer. And besides, I donât want to see the same pitying looks the workers there give me when they realize my date is again, and again, a no-show.â
He sighed, slowly invading your space. The arms that once felt like home to you, circling your waist, now felt foreign. You never imagined youâd get here but then again, who did?Â
Your hands clasped his button down before loosening its grip. Taking in one more whiff of his cedar-wood and mint perfume, you pushed him away. Stepping backwards from his presence and all he had to offer.
âItâs late. Weâre both tiredââ
He nervously smiled. Intertwining his fingers with yours and started to walk backwards to the direction of the bedroom. âYeah, we can talk about it in the morning once you feel better.â
You wiggled your hand free.
âActually, I think I have to go.â
Spencer paused, panic coloring his face. âThatâsâthatâs not what I meant, love. Anything but that. Please, please I love you and Iâm sorry.â
âMe too, Spence. Me too.âÂ
You slowly gathered your things, sans the chocolate cake left opened and untouched on the coffee table.Â
âHappy anniversary, I need space to think this all throughâto think us through.â
He stood still, blocking your way, trying to wrap his head around the direction this was going to. The inevitable downfall of him and you. It was a car crash no one could no longer escape from.Â
âPlease, let me fix this. I can do it, justâtell me how. Do you want me to limit my time spent with JJ? I-I can try, just please, donât leave me.â
It wasnât a promise, you noted. With how many broken promises there were between the span of your relationship, you wondered if that was a conscious choice of wording from him. It sounded hopeful, gleaming with oath even. But they were just words at the end of the day, packaged pretty for you to swallow.
âI need time, Spencer. Iâm not breaking up with you, I just need space,â you placed a kiss on his cheek, wet from tears. âCan you give me that, love?â
He choked a sob.Â
âPromise me youâll be back. Promise me.â
You tightly smiled, making your way back to the door. The unanswered plea hanging in the air like a blade, waiting to slash down between youâwaiting to sever the connection that was once shiny and new.Â
Shakily removing the spare key of the apartment from your chain, you chanced one last look at his hunched formâsobs emitting from his sweet lips and acid rain spilling down his cherub cheeks, regretting that this might be your last memory of Spencer Reid.
You didnât know if youâd be back.Â
If the thought of being second place will ever go away.
But the sinking feeling in your gut tells you the truthâthat this is it.
This is final.
This is the end.Â
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Just Another Cliché
Summary: Rafe has been asking to take you out for years and you always shoot him down, after a particularly bad day, you decide things can't get much worse.
<<Here's some fluffy angst for those who need it>>
Shitty was an understatement for the day you had. This day will go down in history as the worst day any soul has ever lived through.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me." The murmur is bitter on your tongue as you stuff your hands deeper into your warm pockets. The breath of your words were visible in the crisp winter air as you were about to pass by Rafe Cameron who waited patiently outside of your apartment building with a single rose just like he always did.
Since your senior year of high school, every year on the fourteenth of February, he would wait outside your complex, asking you out, then you say no, then he goes home. That's the tradition.
Well, technically you never said no. You'd always make up some excuse. 'I don't have time for a relationship right now' or 'Now's a bad time' are just a few of the examples you've used over the last five years.
It's not that there was anything wrong with him. You actually did find him attractive. Aside from the sketchy reputation he had going for him back in high school, he was still a relatively nice guy.
You just didn't have the time for a relationship, or at least you didn't before.
A small smile forms on his face as he sees you, already knowing what to expect. Another excuse like "Fine," yup, just as he thought- Wait.
"Say that again?" His head shakes in disbelief, blue eyes bulging slightly. Your shoulders shrug under your heavy-duty winter jacket. "My car was towed, then I lost my job, so why not lose my dignity too? Let's go out." You say and his heart begins to bounce off the confines of his ribs.
Not sure if it was the frosty air nipping at his cheeks or his lifetime wish finally unwrapping before his eyes, his cheeks flushed and he blinked a few times. "You won't regret this, I promise." he holds out the rose for you to take, and you finally do. For the first time in five years. You bite back a scoff, not in the mood for empty promises.
"Why haven't you given up yet?" You ask and now he places his hands in his pockets as a chilling breeze sweeps past you. He's rocking back on his heels slightly, "Life's too short to give up." The tiny smile on his face does make you scoff this time but he moves past it, "I'll text you later," is the last thing he says before he walks off.
You look down at the rose, then at his shrinking figure as he heads for the distance. A little pep in his step and you shook your head, immediately regretting your decision.
Great, this is exactly what you needed, another cliché.
-
Just another cliché is exactly what it was. On the lowest day of your life, you finally gave Rafe a chance. Of course, he changes your life in ways you couldn't imagine and leaves you with a dead weight of regret for not giving in sooner.
Your first date wasn't anything out of the ordinary, but it was fun. The two of you were inexperienced skaters failing to skate in the middle of the town square during the heart of winter. With festive lights outlining the rink where you laughed every time one of you fell.
There was even a point in time when you'd both embraced the cold connection with the ice floor and had a deep conversation on the sidelines, watching the other skaters circle the rink.
"Why me?" The question slips out before you can catch it and he licks his lips. He anticipated the query would arise eventually. "You remember that party Hailey Vanderbilt threw back in senior year?"
You hum with a nod, that was a party you'll never forget. Pool toys ended up in the trees, broken windows, jello in the hot tub, fights in the front yard and gambling in the back. "You and a few of the girls were playing truth or dare and they had dared you to start a rumour that I'd shaved my head because my family had joined some cult or some shit."
It took you a second, but the memory came back to you. "You don't know this, but I was fucking wasted behind the couch, but I'll never forget the way you stood up for me to them and refused to do it, and I dunno, I jus' think that was really cool of you." His head turns to you, his gaze softening when he looks at you.
At that moment, you felt the butterflies flap around in your stomach for the first time. He clears his throat, expression becoming more sombre as he continues. "My mom," He starts, taking a difficult swallow to get the words out.
"She was really sick. I got caught up with the wrong crowd to deal with it. Doing anything people said would get me distracted, even for a little, but she got worse and me being high every day didn't help so I quit. Her chemo was taking everything from her and eventually, she just shaved it off, she hated looking in the mirror and it killed me."
Your chest tightened at the story, having a sneaking suspicion of where this was going, "So when you shaved your head..." You trail off and Rafe nods along, turning away from you as a stray tear falls. "It was for her. You sticking up for me meant so much more than you know."
So there you both sat, on the ice with your backs against the wall in silence while the faint Christmas music chimed in the background. The date had taken a sad turn but you're glad it did, it sparked the beginning of your forever-evolving bond.
That was only the first date of many. Dozens and dozens of dates had flown past you and with each one you hated yourself a little more for letting him stand outside of your complex for five years rather than invite him inside.
"This is a nice place." He compliments as he takes a look around before settling himself on the couch with you beside him. "Thanks, it used to be a lot nicer when I could afford it. Had to sell some stuff to keep it after I lost my job."
He chuckles, "That explains why we're facing a blank wall and no television." and you pinch him. "Sacrifices had to be made. Who needs a TV anyways when there's so many other things we could do to keep ourselves busy." Your wandering hand gently runs down his firm thigh and you can feel the muscles in his leg tighten.
This was unchartered territory for you. You'd been dating for almost three months now and have never been intimate in that way, but Rafe knew the kind of person you were. A perfectionist, you need to be sure of everything before you try it.
Based on how fervently you were currently kissing along the length of his neck he could assume he had a pretty good idea of where your head was at. "Baby, baby--" He struggles to keep you at bay so he can lock eyes with you. "Are you sure about this? We don't have-" You silence him with the passionate attack of your lips against his.
Nearly tackling him onto his back, your hips straddling his as you demonstrated your certainty to him.
-
The months went on and sleepovers became more frequent. Even when Rafe had that tired look in his eye which was more often these days, you kept him up with your bright eyes and wide smile as you explained to him the newest conspiracy that intrigued you.
He tried his best to listen to what you were saying but he'd often lose himself in the labyrinth of his own mind. You were just so cute when you were talking about what you were passionate about. Especially when you wore the glasses you cursed so much, opting for contacts during the day.
"Why don't you wear your glasses more often?" He asks and you frown, "Rafee, did you hear anything I just said?" He nods, "Of course I did. I heard every last word.... up until about five minutes ago." You whine and he hugs you tight as an apology, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead.
You couldn't stay mad at him. That was proven time and time again when even your biggest fights would be resolved within 24 hours. Rafe insisted on talking things out, no matter how hurt the both of you may feel. He never wanted to go to sleep without making things right. "Life's too short," He would say.
You both had your shortcomings, but that goes without saying. Rafe was short-tempered and you were stubborn, a bad combination for an opinionated conversation. Things can quickly spiral out of control but when it came to apologies, Rafe outdid you every time. Flowers, or a small gift to show his feelings.
Even now, as Rafe leant against your kitchen island as you transferred the flowers he'd gifted you 'just because'. A weak smile graced his lips as he noted the way you did everything with such intensity, putting your all into everything you did.
Leaning forward onto his crossed forearms he watches you. "You're staring, babe." You say and he can only hum. "Can't help it. I like what I see," His words elicit a soft warmth to radiate in your chest.
"I love you, y'know that?" You're startled as you feel his arms wrapping around your waist from behind. "You tell me only every day, Rafe." He comes down to peck your cheek before you're rotating in his hold to face him. "But I love you too." You're unable to contain your smile as you say it.
It wasn't the first time but every time the words left your mouth, it gave you a little bubbly feeling. Security blossomed within you anytime your eyes grazed over his features.
"Let's go out tonight, yeah? Let's go dancing." Rafe declares without thinking and you laugh, tilting your head to look at the time over the stove. "It's almost midnight, nothing's open at this hour." You reason, but he doesn't back down.
Holding you by the hand, he twirls you. "Not a problem, we'll just do it here." That night your apartment was filled with laughter and soft jazz. Rafe hardly ever had this much energy so late but you loved it.
Two days after that night of dancing, you woke up to an eerie silence that felt too heavy for the morning. You went about your routine, still buoyed by the memory of Rafe's laughter filling your apartment. You checked your phoneâjust the usual notifications, a missed call from an unknown number, and a message from Sarah that simply said, "Call me."
You barely had time to press dial before she picked up, her voice trembling. She tried to speak, but only the sound of soft, choked sobs came through. Finally, she managed, "Iâm so sorryâŠ"
The words hit you, but you didnât understand them. You wanted her to stop, to say something elseâanything else. She kept speaking, her words blurred and distant, as though you were underwater, drowning. Somewhere in her explanation, you heard the words, "peacefully⊠in his sleep." But it didnât feel peaceful. Your mind raced, demanding answers. Why hadnât he told you? How long had he known?
Over the days that followed, Rafe's family gently filled in the pieces: heâd been sick for years, silently enduring, doing everything he could to hide it. Every date, every moment spent laughing with you, was a deliberate choice he made to live his last days fully, in love and joy, with you.
He hadnât wanted you to know because he couldn't bear to see you suffer for him the same way he was once familiar with in his senior year. Even in the end, he kept the truth locked away, shielding you from the loss he knew was coming.
The weight of his choice tore you apart. You wanted to be angry, to hate him for leaving you out, but in his silence, there was also a strange kind of love. A love that had given you a few precious, unburdened moments together. Still, the pain settled deep within you, refusing to ease.
The anger, hurt, and ache became constant companions in the days that followed. But in his absence, you began to understand just how much heâd given for you.
He'd shared with you how hard it was for him to deal with that eerie state of loss. The stage where the person isn't gone but you know you'll lose them. It alters you in a messed up kind of way and he wanted you as far from that reality as possible. He was protecting you from his own condition till the very end.
Helping his family to clear out his apartment was easily the hardest thing you'd ever done. You couldn't do it without tearing up with every belonging of his you touched.
His favourite hoodie that he never let you wear but loved when you did. The polaroids in his drawer that you took from your first date, taken from the floor of the ice rink.
You noticed he'd scribbled writing on the back of the photo.
She finally said yes.
That was all it took. The last bits of your composure were stolen from you and you wept on his bedroom floor. Everyone always told you it would get easier but it never did. How could things get easier when the other half of your heart was buried six feet below the ground?
You learned to live with the loss, forcing a smile when in the company of others and taking deep breaths every morning when you woke up. Mildly disappointed the realm beyond the living hadn't reaped you during your slumber.
Very slowly, you begin to adjust to this new reality. Itâs not the life you imagined, but you learn to live with the loss, carrying him with you in the smallest, most tender ways. His favourite hoodie becomes your comfort on cold nights, wrapping you in his memory and his scent.
Just because he was gone doesn't mean you'd end all of your traditions. Each year on the fourteenth of February, you visit his grave, placing a single red rose on the stone as a quiet tribute.
Though the ache remains, you hold his spirit close, carrying him forward into every milestone and memory yet to come, honouring the love you shared while finding the strength to continue onward.
In some ways, your love story turned out to be just another clichĂ©âuntil it ripped your heart out from your chest, leaving you with the unbearable ache of everything he left unsaid, every unfulfilled promise, and the haunting silence of a future that will always belong to him.
Somehow, even in the quietest, most heart-wrenching moments, you never gave up on finding the silver lining, because lifeâs too short.
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What Baby Wants, Baby Gets : ÌÌâ Max Verstappen
summary: he might try and guilt you for making him go out in the early hours to satisfy your cravings, but you won't let him win
You couldnât help but smile as Max groaned beside you, his arms stretching up before his hands ran over his face, head tilting to his left so that he could glance across and take a look at you.Â
âMorning,â you whispered, resting your head down against his shoulder. âDid you have a good sleep?â You then asked, sniggering as Max scoffed, his head immediately shaking across at you.Â
In the early hours you found yourself struggling, unable to push the thoughts of your cravings to the back of your mind. For a while Max managed to ignore it, but eventually he made the mistake of asking if you wanted something, only for you to tell him yes.Â
It felt like a figure of speech when you first fell pregnant, with Max telling you to get him if you needed something, wherever, whenever. But he didnât quite imagine himself actually being woken up at two in the morning with you begging him to help you out.Â
âLast night was a one-time thing,â Max told you, covering his mouth as he let go of a yawn. âDo you know how long it took for me to fall back to sleep? Especially with you snoring right beside me.âÂ
An apology came from you, but so did a chuckle as Max glared down at you. As soon as your craving what satisfied, you found yourself easily able to fall asleep, not worrying about Max and the fact that he was now the restless one tucked up beside you.Â
Although he teased, he was relieved to see you resting though, knowing just how little sleep you were getting with your baby constantly reminding you that he was there.Â
âI do appreciate what you did last night,â you whispered, brushing your hand gently through Maxâs hair. âYou didnât have to get up and run to the store.âÂ
âI did, because I promised that I would always do whatever I could to help you,â Max reminded you, kissing against the top of your head, âand what baby wants, baby gets.âÂ
Your head nodded as Max trailed one of his hands down to rest against the top of your baby bump, his smile wide as he felt just how big it was again, knowing that you were already nearing the halfway mark.Â
âI know for a fact that this little one appreciates what you do too, they were feeling particularly peckish last night,â you added, pressing a kiss to Maxâs shoulder.Â
His eyes rolled as once again you used the baby to get to him, knowing that if there was one person that he couldnât say no to, it was definitely your baby.Â
âI canât wait for when the baby arrives so I can tell you to go and get your own food again,â Max joked, âyou wonât be able to treat me like your slave anymore.âÂ
âYouâre so dramatic, donât pretend you donât enjoy all of this.âÂ
It wasnât exactly his favourite thing to do getting up in the early hours of the morning, but knowing that he was helping you out did fill Max with pride.Â
âMaybe Iâd enjoy it more if you asked at a decent time,â he laughed in response.Â
âI donât think I get much of a choice, if youâve got a problem, bring it up with your child instead,â you smiled, tapping against your baby bump.Â
Maxâs eyes watched over you carefully as you moved closer into his side, moving one of your hands to rest against the small of your back. A groan came from you as you tried to get comfortable again, a game that you had been playing with your child for several weeks now.Â
âDo you think the baby knows the most inconvenient times are to be annoying to us?â You asked Max, hearing a chuckle come from him. âWhy canât they be restless at lunch? That would be perfect.âÂ
âI donât think theyâre smart enough to tell the time yet,â Max sniggered, squeezing around your frame. âItâs going to get easier, hopefully the cravings will stop soon.âÂ
Your head nodded as Max tried his best to reassure you. Whenever you were struggling, he was right there with you, somehow Max always knew the right thing to say to make you feel better, making sure to hold onto you too to let you know that he was there.Â
âItâs going to be alright,â Max whispered closely to your ear, âwhatever comes our way then weâre just going to take it on together and find a way to figure things out.âÂ
You hummed as Max spoke, a lot more doubtful than he was. If he could, Max would read just about every baby book, watch every documentary, absorb as much knowledge as he possibly could to make sure he knew exactly what to do in every possible situation.Â
âIf itâs not morning sickness itâs cravings, and then once that finishes then itâs going to be the lack of sleep, soon enough Iâm not even going to be able to see my feet.âÂ
Before you could continue, Max quickly shushed you. âAnd Iâll be there to help you with all of that, no matter where we are or when it is.âÂ
âI thought you didnât like the early hours?âÂ
Max jabbed against your side as you teased him, knowing that regardless of the time he would always be there. It hurt him a lot seeing you so uncomfortable so often, he wished that there was more that he could do to make your life easier than it currently was.Â
âIf I were you, Iâd make the most of me running around after you,â Max grinned, âbecause once the baby is here, theyâll be the only person Iâll be waking up at three oâclock in the morning for.âÂ
âYou mean to say youâd leave me to fend for myself?âÂ
âAbsolutely,â Max jokingly smiled, âyouâre capable of getting up and sorting yourself out, a little baby isnât quite as developed as you are.âÂ
âIâm spending nine months growing this child of yours, just in case youâve forgotten that,â you quickly reminded him.Â
âI know, Iâm just messing with you,â Max assured, squeezing your frame. âI might have to cut myself in half so one part of me can look after you and the other look after the baby, that way I might just be able to be in two places at once.âÂ
âIâll be alright,â you whispered, only for Maxâs head to shake, refusing to let you take care of yourself straight away once the baby arrived.Â
It didnât matter whether you were pregnant or not, injured or in peak condition, Max loved looking after you and would always do so, regardless of how much you sometimes protested against him.Â
Now more than ever he was glued to your side, heâd tease you and mess with you but he wouldnât have it any other way, being able to help you was one of the things he enjoyed the most at the moment.Â
âI canât wait to see how things play out over the next few months, how big of a change is about to take place in our lives,â Max mused, resting his head on top of yours.Â
âIâm terrified,â you admitted, âno one can predict how this is going to play out, thereâs a fear of the unknown lingering in the back of my mind right now.âÂ
âYou donât need to worry,â Max assured you, âno matter what happens, weâre going to face it together, Iâm going to be right here with you.âÂ
âEven in the early hours of the morning?âÂ
âEven in the early hours my love.âÂ
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Another geto size kink vanilla smut please. I can't get enough. I always go back to reread yours it's so good
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+ warnings; size kink, panty-humping, some dirty talk
+ an; omg this was so yum to write, thank you for reminding me that Geto Suguru + a size kink exists đđ
Bf!Geto who's got one enormous hand resting on the small of your back during parties, his straight lips twisting into a grin when he looks down at you â a dirty grin that gets you tingly all over. Oh his heart lurches when you crane your neck to look back at him. As he commented when the two of you first met three years ago, "It's cute that you have to put in so much effort to look up at me."
... and pre-bf!Geto who used to randomly whisk you off your feet, big biceps twitching and flexing against your sides, as a 'joke' â yeah, yeah, it was just to surprise you. But he just wanted to have a sweet small girl in his arms, and wanted to show off how strong he was.
Just standing behind him and seeing his big broad back worked your imagination â how d'you think he'd look from the back while driving into your sloppy hole, how his muscles would flex?
And you know, Suguru was always aware each time you were staring even though you thought you were little miss slick, so of course he straightened out his posture â he had to remind you that he hits that 6'3 mark!
Bf!Geto's favorite thing is rubbing his thick fingers up and down your tiny clit through your innocent pink panties, making you shiver and twitch and whine in response to the subtlest friction as he's got you bent over his black-sheeted bed. It makes him smirk, it makes his cock stand stiff and upright in his pants, leaky cockhead dripping precum against his inner thigh.
It's in this bed that bf!Geto loves eating you out â of course, he likes to get you impatient, taking his time tying his hair up until you tug at the hem of his shirt and practically pull him into you for a hot, sloppy, open-mouthed kiss that he just melts into. In minutes he's sliding down, big rough n' calloused hands prying your thighs apart, dragging you closer to his face like you weigh nothing â because you do weigh nothing to a big boy like him.
You're especially reminded of his size kink when he thumbs your pussy lips apart, or when he stuffs his thick fingers inside you, rubbing against your favorite spots like it's just a fun little game for him. Or when he thumbs your actual lips apart to explore your mouth a bit before sliding his fingers in â "Get 'em wet for me, baby." he murmurs, eager to feel your tiny mouth.
Bf!Geto loves squishing his cock against your slit, dividing your soft lips until they sandwich him. Of course, he acts so nonchalant, blowing his hair out of his face as he looks down at the pretty sight of your pussy getting dwarfed by his thick girth.
When his black, sultry eyes drift up to meet yours, you feel your stomach drop and your face heats up.
"Feel me pulsing, baby?" he teases, "Aw, sorry, I didn't mean to make you shy. No, come on, don't be shy â " he giggles, leaning in for a fat kiss. "You're so cute."
As the thick middle of his cock's sliding through your folds, his free hand meets yours and pins it down, holds it tight â did you see that? Did you catch the glimpse of his bicep twitching when he squeezed your hand?
bf!Geto still goes crazy each time you grind your pussy back on his cock as if it's the first time all over again. He lets out a hot breath, presses his cockhead tightly against your hole, and rubs so hard through your thong that he half-fucks it into your gushing pussy. They're totally ruined with gooey cum and sticky juices by the time he's done obsessively rubbing his cock against you.
And bf!Geto loves your tiny thongs, loves pulling them back and letting them snap against your holes when he's got you in reverse cowgirl.
And he just simply loves how much smaller your clothes are. When you and him weren't dating yet, he'd let you wear his big t-shirts or hoodies for sleepovers â only to choke and drool the next morning over the sight of little you in his big clothes.
bf!Geto's got thick, thick muscular thighs that press into the back of your plush, smaller thighs. And his long legs? He loved flirting joking "... I think I'm too tall for you â yeah we'd have a hard time having sex, huh?" long before you and him were dating.
And it's true. It's pretty difficult, getting railed by a 6'3 thick-muscled boy like him â that's why sometimes he just resorts to lifting you and fucking you while standing, weighting you against the wall with his whole body and each thrust of his cock.
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It's a Love Story - Chapter 6
Summary:
Azriel's shadows find their master a wife.
Azriel would just really like his heart not to get broken again.
And Sky...well, she's just really surprised that that far too handsome male is interested in her at all.
Warning:
DEFINETLY NSFW! Rhys Bashing (as usual), I classified this as Azriel x OC, even when it't technically Azriel x Sellyn Drake (but we kinda know nothing about Sellyn Drake other than that she writes books so Sky is kinda an OC), Cassian is kinda a good guy for once, Azriel has a horrible time, as usual... Stuttering, toxic families (For once I do not mean the IC), Self-Esteem Issues, Secret Identity, Body Image Issues, Fat Shaming, People being utterly horrible.
If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please take care of your own mental health and don't read it.
For somebody that filled her romance novels with plenty of smut⊠Sky wasnât exactly as experienced as one may expected.Â
ActuallyâŠshe was woefully inexperienced.
There had been AdmonâŠand Admon it had been.
The rest of the stuff in her booksâŠwell, that was just her fantasy wildly spinning stories about how sex should feel. Informed by plenty of books she had read, other authors, and of courseâŠthere were the two people that got to read every book she wrote before it was published: Orla, her publisher, and her friend Ressina, who was nice enough to take the pen to every thing she wrote that was woefully inaccurate.Â
Because nothing ever felt to her like she portrayed it in the books.
Maybe that was normal. Maybe it was because of course her books portrayed somethingâŠbetter than reality, an escape from it. But stillâŠsometimes Sky had just wonderedâŠ
As Azriel carried her towards the bedroom, Sky couldnât help but feel a flutter of nervousness in her stomach. It wasnât that she didnât want this, she did, more than anything. But the truth was, she wasâŠnervous.
She had written about this moment countless times, had described it in vivid detail in her novels. But now that it was actually happening, she feltâŠinsecure. What if it wasnât as good in real life as she made it out to be on paper? What if she did disappoint him?
(Sky knew that she had disappointed Admon numerous timesâŠthat she seemingly had never been enough for himâŠhad been so bad at it in fact that he had instead slept with her sisterâŠwhich was a whole other kettle of fish that she really didnât want ot think to close about right now.)
Sky tried to push those thoughts aside, to focus on the here and now.Â
Azriel was here with her, he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. She could feel it in the way he held her, the way he looked at her. And yet, that nagging feeling of doubt still lingered.
And then there was the fact while he had admitted to sending his shadows to search for her⊠Sky was still keeping a rather big secret.
âAzâŠAzrielâŠâ she said hesitantly. âThereâŠthere is one thing you should know about me.â
Azriel paused, setting Sky down on the bed gently before turning to look at her.Â
"Go on," he prompted her gently, taking her hand in his as he sat down next to her and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You can tell me anything, Sky." She believed him. he wouldnât judge her. She was sure of that as well.Â
âYouâŠYou kâŠknow howâŠhow IâŠI write⊠roâŠromance no..novels?â Sky asked him, biting her lip.
Azriel nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yes, I do," he said, leaning in closer to her. "You told me.â
âIâŠI am Sellyn Drake,â she blurted out.
She had never outright admitted it to another person.Â
Ressina had been the one who had send off her first manuscript to be publishedâŠand Orla had met with herâŠthese were the two people in existence that knew that Skylar Alden was also Sellyn Drake. And Skylar had always been comfortable with keeping it that way.Â
There was no need to tell anybody else.Â
Which was why it worked so well, that Ressina was an artist and could paint the bookcovers for her. No need whatsoever to let anybody else see the hesitant first drafts until she was sure this was where she wanted to go. Just Ressina. Just one of her very few friends. If not her only.Â
Azriel stared at her, his eyes widening in surprise. "What?" he asked, completely taken aback. "You're...Sellyn Drake?" There was noâŠoutright disbelief in his voice, just shock.Â
*We know! We made Master read your books!* the shadows cooed. *Lady Death, The Priestess and The Shopkeeper love them too!*
She had no idea who any of these people were butâŠ
Azriel's eyes widened even further as the shadows spoke up. "You...you knew about this?" he asked them, turning towards the shadows in disbelief. "You knew. Thatâs why you gave me her books to read!â
This was just getting better and better.
Sky, who had been watching Azriel and the shadowsâ exchange with a mixture of nervousness and embarrassment, couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.Â
âDoâŠDo they alwaysâŠâ she couldnât even put it into words.Â
Azriel sighed. âThey like to meddle,â he said darkly. âAnd this time they were particularly persistent.â He shot a reproachful look at the shadows, who cowered a little under his gaze. "I won't lie, they did manipulate me into reading your books. And when my shadows do something they are rather...convincing."
She swallowed.Â
âDidâŠdid youâŠliâŠlike them atâŠat least?â Sky asked hesitantly.Â
Azriel hesitated for a moment before answering.Â
"I...I did," he admitted earnestly. "Your writing...it's brilliant, Sky.â Her heart soared at his words. She treasured them, hoarding them away like a dragon. But he wasnât done. âThe characters, the emotions, the way you make the reader feel everything...it's incredible. I couldn't put them down."
Sky grinned at his words, feeling a swell of pride in her chest. "IâŠI'm glad you..you liâŠliked them," she said softly.
*Master especially liked theâŠ*
âShut. Up.â Azriel snapped, his ears reddening and Sky started laughing. She could just about imagine what the shadows wanted to tell her at that moment.Â
Azriel groaned, burying his face in his hands. "I'm going to kill them," he muttered under his breath.
"TheyâŠthey are juâŠjust tryâŠtrying to help you, aren't they?" she asked softly, squeezing his hand in hers. Only now she noticed the violent scars that marred them, the texture of raised and bumpy skinâŠbut she didnât care. Not one bit. Â
*Of course, we are,* the shadows said, like any other idea was simply blasphemous. *We gave Master the best information we could. So that Master would know what you like.*
Sky probably shouldn't find it as adorable as she did. But the lengths they had gone to...the way they had made Azriel read her books so that he would know what she liked...nobody in her life had ever gone to these lengths just to find out what she liked.
"I swear I am not a total creep," Azriel told her with a grimace.
Sky laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "NoâŠno, no, you're not," she assured him, squeezing his, hands gently. "IâŠI acâŠactually think it's⊠quite⊠sweet. In a weird, sliâŠslightly invasive kind of way. But sweet nonetheless."
"I think you are the only female that could possible think that," Azriel muttered, glaring at the shadows that didn't seem apologetic in the slightest.
Sky grinned, leaning in closer to him. "Itâs⊠endearing,â she finally settled on. âMaybe even a litâŠlittle bit charming," she promised him earnestly.
Azriel looked at her incredulously, his expression softening a little. "You're not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?" he asked her.
Sky shook her head. "No. No, I'm not," she said, her voice unwavering. "IâŠI mean it, Azriel. It iss actually really sweet that you would go to⊠such lengths just to try to unâŠunderstand me better. And you adâŠadmitted to it. And not just after the mating bond was accepted but within hours of meeting me."Â
Azriel didn't keep it a secret, even when he could have, and she would have been none the wiser.Â
"I don't know what I ever did to deserve you. But I'm not going to question it," he whispered.Â
She swallowed. That's what she was thinking. The exact same words.Â
Sky pulled him down, letting his forehead rest against hers.
"I know that...that I am supposed to cook you something...but how disappointed would you be if I gave you one of those caramel bonbons in my purse to accept the bond instead?" she asked him softly, meeting his gaze.Â
His eyes widened and he stared at her in pure, undiluted wonder.Â
"I could not possible be dissappointed by whatever you offered me," Azriel whispered. "But...are you...are you sure?"
"I am being utterly selfish," she whispered. "Yes. I want you." She didn't care that people would have thoughts about it...that she was rushing into this.Â
They were probably right.Â
But Sky really didn't care. Sky only wanted him. Sky was ready to throw caution overboard and rush into this headfirst without a thought about the consequences, if that meant that she would get her mate.
"Then let's be selfish together," Azriel whispered.
With shaky hands she reached into her purse, finding one of the caramel bonbon she kept in there...unwrapped it out of the paper and then...then she offered it to him, lifting it to his lips.
Azriel looked at the bonbon, then at her, and for a moment she thought he would say something. But then his mouth opened and he took it from her hand... He chewed it, swallowing carefully, his gaze never wavering from hers. For a moment, they stayed suspended in that moment of tension, the only sound their breathing. And then, he leaned in, closing the distance between them, and kissed her as if she was the most precious thing in his entire world.
A Mating Frenzy had always been protrayed as animalistic in every book she read. So of course, Sky had written the exact same thing.
But it wasn't...not really.
Not for them.Â
And being with Azriel was also a far cry from being with Admon...mostly because then it had often been...embarrassing and painful.Â
Admon had always found something to criticise on her body...foreplay had been nonexistent, even when she had tried...and while he had been more than willing to use her mouth to find his own pleasure he had never returned that favour.
With Azriel it was different. Every touch, every caress, every kiss made her feel things she had never felt before. It was like her body was coming alive for the first time.
All her senses were heightened, every nerve in her body singing with pleasure, and Sky couldn't get enough of him. She wanted more. No, she needed more. As Azriel trailed kisses down her throat, she arched her back, pressing herself against him, her hands roaming over his body, exploring every inch of him that she could reach.
"Can I...Can I touch your wings?" she asked breathlessly, not wanting to...cross some unsaid line.
"Please," Azriel breathed out. "Yes, Sky, please." He lifted his wings, extending them out behind him, giving her free rein to touch and explore to her heart's content. As Sky's fingers brushed against the contours of his wings, Azriel let out a low, guttural moan, his wings twitching and shuddering at the sensation. They were massive and pitch black.
"They are beautiful," she whispered, running her hands over the silky black skin, feeling the warmth radiating from them.
He shuddered at her touch, his wings arching and trembling beneath her gentle caress. he leaned his forehead against hers as he gently tipped her back against the bed and she went willingly, wrapping her hands over the gleaming talons at the tip of his wings as she kissed him.
Azriel growled softly in response, his hands sliding up beneath her dress, opening the lacing in one fluid motion. As the dress fell open, revealing her body beneath, Azriel pulled back for a moment, looking down at her with dark, hungry eyes. "You are so beautiful," he breathed, his gaze roaming over her body.
She didn't even have the time to feel self-conscious, not when she was drowning in the waves of desire that shot across their bond from him. Not when her whole body seemingly trembled against his and she kissed him again, opening her mouth to his tongue.
He slipped open the dress and she opened her mouth, halfway ready to tell him how he could get the corset she wore off, but he already opened the lacing. "Why?" he asked her softly, as he saw the red indents left on her body, and she grimaced.
"Claire," she whispered.
She wore corsets usually for support, because her breast could get heavy and painful without the proper support...but she never laced them as tightly as she did when she saw her family. Or her sister. Then she pulled them tight, trying to squash her body to be somethingâŠsomething her family could stomach, something they maybe wouldn't comment on...she always failed.
Azriel hissed softly, his fingers lightly tracing the red marks on her skin. She knew that they looked horrible, and yet he looked...angered? Almost furious. His expression softened as he looked back into her eyes, his fingers gently tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "Why would you do something like that to yourself, Sky?" he murmured, his eyes searching hers. "You are beautiful. You don't need to change anything about your body." He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to a particularly hard imprint the corset had left.
Sky swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in her throat as emotion welled up in her chest. No one had ever said something like that to her, had ever made her feel like she was good enough just the way she was. She opened her mouth, trying to speak, but no words came out. Instead, she just nodded, feeling a single tear slip down her cheek. Azriel wiped it away with his thumb, his other hand coming up to cup her face tenderly.
"You are perfect," he whispered, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Just the way you are. Don't ever let anyone make you feel otherwise. Not even your family." Sky leaned into his touch, closing her eyes and just focusing on the closeness, the warmth, the feeling of being cherished and protected.
With every word he spoke, she felt a weight lifting off her shoulders, her fears and insecurities melting away. She realized that maybe, just maybe, she had found someone who truly saw her, the real her. Who accepted her exactly as she was, flaws and all.
It was so easy to sink into that. So easy to trust him. So easy to just kiss him, as she pushed the shirt he wore over his shoulders...to feel acres of gold skin, dotted with scars and dark markings...to bare him for her view and see how utterly gorgeous her mate was.
He growled softy as she ran her hand down his chest, tracing the scars that marked his skin. His body was a tapestry of pain and survival, yet she wasn't deterred. She only found him more beautiful for it.
"Mine," she whispered, pressing her lips to his chest, to one particularly nasty scar. "All mine." She could feel his heart pounding beneath her lips, the steady beat matching the rhythm of her own heartbeat. Her hands trailed down his chest, his stomach, until she reached the waistband of his trousers.
It was so easy.
So easy, to shed clothing until they were bare...so easy to press against him and feel warm, perfect skin...so easy to relax underneath him as he stretched over her...so easy to simply cup his face as she kissed him...as her legs wrapped around his hips and he groaned and she whimpered as she felt him...hot and hard and huge, pressing against her...She was dripping wet without him even laying as single finger on her beneath the waist.
Azriel didn't look unaffected, his breath coming in ragged pants, his eyes fixed on hers as they were blown wide and dark with want. He didn't move, didn't kiss her, didn't pull her closer. He only waited. Waited for her.Â
"I need you," she whimpered. "Please. Please, Az." He let out a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl, his hips rocking gently against her, teasing them both with the heat and friction between them.
Nothing hurt. Nothing ever even threatened to hurt...Even as she could feel him notch against her there...even when she could feel herself lewdly stretched open on his cock...
It was so soft and gentle and sweet andâŠ
It was everything Sky had ever wanted.Â
Not the rough kind of fucking...not the animalistic coupling she wrote half the time...but she had wanted this. She had wanted sweetness and adoration and...love...and to be wrapped up in her mate's arms like she was a precious, precious thing. She had wanted whispered praised against her skin and to be touched like she mattered...
"Sky," he whispered, his hands running up her side, his touch was soft and soothing, worshipping her body. He kissed her, slowly, deeply, and there was something...almost overwhelming about it.
About the way he made her feel. The way he made her feel loved and adored. The way he made her feel cherished. Her hands wandered up to his back, tracing the muscles shifting beneath scarred, scarred skin.
She could feel him trembling, feel the tension in his body as he held himself back, but still, he moved in slow and gentle thrusts, taking his time. He worshipped her - every little gasp and moan, every curve of her body. He traced her shape with his fingertips and lips, exploring her as though he was trying to memorize every inch of her body.
She didn't know how long they stayed that way, their bodies as one, but Sky didn't care. She was surrounded by him - the heat of his skin, the sound of his breath, the way he whispered her name like a prayer. Sky could feel the love and devotion pouring through the bond, washing over her in waves, and she knew that this was exactly where she was meant to be. With him, in his arms, completely and utterly whole.
It nearly came as a shock as she came.
A breathless moan fell from her lips as her orgasm rushed over her, her body arching as she called out his name. He kissed her through it, murmuring praise against her lips as he held her close, his own release following soon after.
They stayed there for a moment, tangled together, both of them breathless and sated. Azriel's wings slowly wrapped around them, cocooning them in a warm, protective embrace that made Sky feel safe and cherished in a way she had never experienced before.
***
There was not one inch of his mate's body that wasn't utterly beautiful. From the tips of her arched ears, to her beautiful eyes...to the swell of her breasts and the dip of her waist and the soft flesh of her belly and the flare of her hips...she smelled so good too...especially now that their scents had started to mix, and he could breath in caramel and hazelnuts and cedars and the sweet, beautiful scent of happiness as she laid underneath him. His head was bedded on her stomach, as she drew short fingernails through his messy dark hair. He nearly wanted to start to purr as she scratched at his scalp.
Azriel felt...content.
More content than he ever remembered feeling. He was wrapped up in her, his mate, with her gentle hands in his hair, and he felt utterly and completely at peace. He didn't care if they never moved from that bed again. He didn't care if the world outside their little cocoon burned. So long as she was by his side, he was content. He had never felt like this before. He had never felt this...happy. This...whole.
"I need to go feed Hector," Sky told him softly, trailing her fingers through his hair.
"Can I just have the shadows kidnap him and bring him here?" he asked, not wanting to move.
"You can't go kidnapping my cat, Az," she chided him gently, but even as she said the words, she didn't stop drawing her fingers through his hair, and Azriel didn't move. He was far too comfortable.
"Why not?" he complained.
"You'll terrify him," she said with a laugh. "Besides, do you have cat food here?"
"I'll have the shadows find some Tuna," he mumbled.
"DoâŠDo they just acâŠacquire whatever you tell them to?" she asked him with some amusement.Â
And lots of things he didn't tell them to, as well. They thought he didnât know.Â
Azriel raised himself on his forearms, looking down at Sky with a glint in his eye. "You have no idea how many things I've acquired that way," he told her with a grin.
She lifted her hands, cupping his cheeks and pulling him down towards her, resting her forehead against his. "You're a menace," she murmured against his lips.
"Your menace," he replied, kissing her softly.
Sky smiled, a warm, slow curve of her lips that made his chest feel tight. "Mine," she agreed, her voice soft. "But no kidnapâŠkidnapping my cat. He's at home."
"We could make this our home," he protested softly. "Move in with me."
Azriel had no fucking clue what was even coming over him. They should have slowed down, stopped to think...but neither of them seemed to want to.
They justâŠthey seemed utterly content to crash through what other people considered a normal timeline and just be together right now.Â
He just wanted to be near her. He wanted to share a life with her, a home. He wanted to curl up with her in front of the fire on a cold winter's night, and spend lazy Sunday mornings in bed with her. He wanted to take her flying, and watch as she wrote and listened to her read the words she wrote.Â
And he wanted - Gods, he wanted her to want that too. He held his breath as he waited for her response.
For a moment, she was silent, and Azriel wondered if he had stepped too far, asked too much too soon.Â
But then, Sky smiled again, her eyes sparkling with emotions.Â
"...AlâŠAlright," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'llâŠIâll move in with you."Â
Azriel couldn't help but grin as he pressed his forehead to hers. "Really? You mean it?" he asked, still unable to believe his ears.
"Really," she echoed with a laugh, before her expression turned serious. "But IâŠI have one coâŠcondition."Â
Azriel raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue. "What is it?"
"If I move in with you..." she began, wrapping her arms around his neck. "All my books need to come to," she told him seriously.
Azriel laughed, leaning back in to kiss her softly. "All your books can come, if that's what you want," he said. "As long as you're here, I don't care what else you bring."
And then the shadows unceremoniously dumped a screeching demon on the bed with them.
Sky let out a surprised yelp as Hector landed next to them with a thud, quickly scrambling away from the cat - and from under Azriel's weight. Azriel, for his part, sprang up, his wings flaring out in alarm. For several long moments, the three of them just stared at each other. Hector, his mismatched eyes glowing, his fur puffed up to twice itâs normal size, and Sky, her expression a mixture of surprise and affection as she looked at her pet. Finally, she cleared her throat. "Well, that's one way to introduce the two of you. Az, meet Hector."
...Gods, the shadows had really not been lying when they said that the cat was the ugliest thing they had ever seen.
Azriel slowly lowered his wings, eyeing the creature that was half-cat and half-demon. "He...looks like he wants to kill me," he said slowly.
Sky laughed, reaching out to scratch Hector's head. "He's just grumpy because he got teleported here so suddenly," she told him. "And he's not used to strangers." Hector's fur slowly flattened, and he began to purr, rubbing his head against Sky's hand. "Besides, he'd never hurt anyone," she added, looking up at Azriel with a smile.
Somehow Azriel highly doubted that.
Sky picked Hector up, cradling the cat in her arms as his purring grew louder. "See? He's not so bad," she told Azriel, moving towards him, and Azriel had to resist the urge to back away. "Hold out your hand, let him sniff you. He just needs to get used to you."
Azriel hesitantly held out his hand, trying his best to ignore the way Hector's eyes seemed to glow with an eerie light. After a moment, Hector moved forward, sniffing at Azriel's hand. Azriel felt the soft brush of whiskers against the palm of his hand, and Hector nudged his head against him, purring louder.
"See, he loves you!" Sky said enthusiastically
Azriel let out a laugh, slowly scratching the top of Hector's head. "I think he's just trying to lull me into a false sense of security before he scratches my eyes out, you know."
She rolled her eyes, "You are the most handsome cat I know," she cooed at him. "And you won't ever scratch out Azriel's eyes. No, you won't.â
Azriel would not quite go as far as describe the cat as handsome...but then...his own scarred hands weren't particularly beautiful either.
So Hector and him had that in common.
And the fact that they both wanted to cuddle with Sky. Actually, he was pretty sure that the cat hated him just for taking away his monopoly on that.
But Azriel would have shared a house with the King of Hybern if that meant that he got to have Sky in his bed.
She smiled at him, her eyes warm and adoring. "I knew you two would hit it off," she said, holding Hector in the crook of her arm. The cat stared at Azriel for a moment, as if sizing him up, before leaping off Sky's lap and disappearing under the bed with a soft patter of paws. "He'll warm up to you eventually," Sky assured him, but Azriel wasn't so sure about that.
He pulled Sky in closer to him, slipping back underneath the sheets with her, kissing her forehead. "I'll win him over, eventually," he promised her. At least, he hoped he would - he didn't particularly enjoy the idea of having to wake up with his throat being sliced open by an angry cat.
He would buy that damn cat all the Tuna in the world if that made Sky happy.
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Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick - In all honesty, Kyle has probably been interested since the day you two met. But when he decided to bring you along to his cousinâs birthday party, that's when it fully clicked in his mind. At first he just thought it would be a good idea to get you introduced to his family, you were his close friend after all. It just so happened that his nieces and nephews were there and as soon as they met you they were instantly hooked. Kyle never knew you were so good with kids and just people in general. His nieces and nephews kept playing with you, while his other relatives genuinely enjoyed chatting with you. The exact moment he realized he loves you was when one of his nieces asked you, âDo you like Uncle Kyle?â To which you responded, âYeah, heâs a very special person to me. I like him a lot.â Of course you had to say those words with that warm, kind smile of yours, it got Kyle melting on the spot. Unbeknownst to you, he heard every single word and has been absolutely lovestruck since then.
John 'Soap' MacTavish - It was quite an odd moment. The moment he knew was when you two were up late at night watching every single Harry Potter movie out there. At some point, about halfway through the third movie, you just started rambling about the characters and story of the whole franchise, even covering little details about the books. Johnny didnât even know why or how his mind began to think that way, but he just found it so attractive. Even to this day he doesnât understand why you geeking out about the Harry Potter franchise was so captivating. Maybe it was the way you looked so focused, or how the tv was illuminating your features perfectly, probably your angelic voice too. Either way, he canât stop thinking about you and he uses every chance he gets to get you talking about any of your interests.  Â
John Price - He would probably never admit this but the moment he knew heâs in love was when the two of you were fighting. Both of you had a tiny disagreement on something but it ended up growing into a heated argument. For almost half an hour straight, you two just kept going back and forth, gradually raising each otherâs voice and becoming more irritated. By the end it got so bad that you slammed your hands on the table and got snappy at John, yelling strings of insults at him. He should be just as angry, but no. In that moment he couldâve sworn his heart skipped a beat. How could he get mad if you looked so cute with your pouty lips, furrowed eyebrows and crossed arms? He mistakenly let out a small chuckle at your attempt to be intimidating but he was met with a slap on his face. At that moment he knew that the only reasonable explanation why he felt that way was because he was head over heels.
Simon 'Ghost' Riley - You were the first person he actually got close with. Sure, he has Johnny and he's an amazing friend, but the bond he had with you was unlike any other. The two of you found solace in one another and always had each other's back. The night he knew it was true love was when you drove all the way to his house after a terrible day. You were sobbing endlessly as you rambled on and on about how crappy your boss is as he intently listened, even rubbing your back while handing you a cup of tea. After comforting you, he insisted that you stay for the night. He let you wear one of his hoodies and even let you sleep in his bed. You were hesitant at first but quickly gave in with how insisting he is. He remembered watching you sleep peacefully, all huddled up beneath the blanket. He had to admit, you looked adorable wearing his hoodie with that calm look on your face. That's when it dawned on him just how much he loves you. ········································································
#cod#cod modern warfare#cod mw2#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#cod x reader#cod x you#cod x y/n#kyle gaz garrick x reader#kyle gaz garrick#john price cod#john price x reader#john soap mactavish#soap cod#soap x reader#gaz x reader#gaz cod#john price#task force 141
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How would the lads guys feel about an s/o who is more quiet in showing their love for them? Not shy, just silent actions of affection. Things like helping with their chores, cooking for them, directing conversations around their fav topics. Sudden surprise delivery of flowers or something. Combing their hair or helping them get ready. Standing by their side when theyâre going through a tough time. S/o kind of like a sturdy rock by their side.
Zayne is the same. He loves you and you've never doubted his affections for you because you see it as clear as day. He doesn't often say "I love you" with his words and neither do you. The two of you have a very quiet way of loving each other, taking care of your home and doing little things that are stark reminders that you're thinking of each other.
You love helping him get ready for work in the mornings if you can. You tie his tie, straighten out his collar, fidgeting with him until it's finally time for him to leave. He never feels quite right if he has to go to work before you're able to fuss over him, but those moments are becoming fewer and fewer as you adjust overtime to make sure that you can find some time to spend with him before a long day of work. If you can't be there you'll text him messages telling him to remember to eat, or prepare his meals for him ahead of time, always with his favourite macaroons.
Xavier doesn't notice everything you do for him right away. It's not to say he doesn't appreciate, just that some of the more subtle things slip his mind if he's not paying attention. He's always known you'd be there for him but really feels it when you help him replace some bandages, not even commenting on the nature of his wound because you know it'd upset him to see how worried you are. Instead, you redirect your energy into keeping things light hearted, telling him some plans you've got and how you want him to help you decide on what the two of you do for your next date night. He feels how much you care for him, tilting your head up for a soft kiss.
Rafayel is a little more overt in his affections just by way of words. He's showing you he loves you in grand gestures, painting your likeness or refusing to let you out of bed in the morning because he'd miss you too much.
The quiet way you love him soothes his soul, reminding him that he always has a home with you. He quickly recognises all the ways you show him you love him, knowing that you weren't really one to tell him with your words even if that's what he thought he needed at first. Over time he learns it's enough for him to just feel your affections, basking in the warmth of your love. He knows that no matter what happens, you'll be there waiting for him with all the patience in the world no matter how difficult it is for him to weather his own turmoils.
Sylus shows his love through his actions as well. You joke about him always being mean to you and that he never has anything nice to say. He worries for a bit that you genuinely mean it, trying to soften his bite around you. However, when he sees how you tidy his workspaces and are constantly checking in on him he knows that you don't actually mean it. You know that he loves you and he's glad that you do, thanking you for your gestures with gestures of his own.
#love and deepspace x reader#l&ds x reader#zayne x reader#xavier x reader#rafayel x reader#sylus x reader#l&ds zayne x reader#l&ds xavier x reader#l&ds rafayel x reader#l&ds sylus x reader
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hello!! can I request fluff reactions of the boys to mc craving something to eat in the middle of the night?
thank youu have a good day đ„°
I'm laughing because you asked this like it would be the most off the cuff situation, when literally every single one of these men canonly have an awful sleep schedule and nighttime habits. Like, there is absolutely nothing weird about this at all except the fact that you're awake when they're awake.
LaDS men when you crave something to eat in the middle of the night -
Zayne -
In all honestly, he was just now getting home from a shift at Akso hospital, so it takes him just a few moments to register why the situation in front of him was abnormal.
He can't help it, he's usually coming home in the early evening, not at three in the morning.
So when he sees you sitting at the counter, snacking on something, he simply sets his stuff down near the door and removes his tie, before coming over to give you a peck on the cheek in greeting.
He's made it halfway to the bathroom, yawning wide and telling himself to get some good sleep tonight- well, technically this morning- wait⊠morning� What on earth were you doing up-
He's back in the kitchen in a second, with your eyes flickering back to him in an innocent question, confused as to why he's looking at you so bewildered.
'Why', is the only thing that comes out of his mouth, and when you finally process what he means by that, you can't help but give him a chuckle and a smile, still eating whatever you had gotten from the fridge or cupboard.
"I was hungry."
Not even going to question why you acted on your impulses to eat at three in morning. He'll just sigh, and tell you to make sure you get to bed soon for the sake of your health and mood tomorrow. Gives you one more kiss before heading off to get ready for bed himself.
Sylus -
He's probably just getting up.
So when he starts to rise and notices you lying awake, he's going to be confused, hoping to himself that you didn't have some freakish nightmare, especially not any possibly involving your past experiences with him-
No.
Turns out, you're currently trying to make yourself go back to sleep, despite wanting something warm to eat, but also not wanting to cook.
He's going to find it terribly endearing, letting out a little snicker and making you blush at his reaction, his hand carding through your hair as he leans down over you.
"I think you're forgetting something, kitten. I wake up around this time- meaning, I need to have something for breakfast before working on anything. You do know you can ask the chef to make you something right now, right sweetie?"
He won't say it, but you can tell he's so pleased to be eating with you, even though he knows you'll be heading off to bed right after, it's a nice change of pace for him. He's more than happy to have your company, no matter the odd hour.
Rafayel -
He's finally ready to kick himself into going to bed, but the moment he opens the bedroom door, he runs into you.
At first, he's worried.
Secondly, he's miffed that you got up to come and harrass him into coming to bed again.
Thirdly, he's extra miffed that none of the previous answers are true, but you're actually just hungry.
He's seen the way you snack, he knows you're not just making something up. And he can't exactly let you go back to bed hungry so-
That's how he ended up making a late night dish rather than finally heading to bed.
Any protests to him cooking fell on deaf ears. He's having none of that. He can tell you're still sleepy, and since he hasn't wound down yet, he isn't. So he's more than happy to cook for you.
Definitely wasn't hungry himself, definitely didn't forget to have dinner, no sir-
He'll sit and eat with you, asking if you had any interesting dreams, before making up scenarios that may have occurred involving food monsters and treat fairies.
He's not trying to hear that beautiful sound that is your laugh. Not at all. He's trying even less hard to make the meal last longer, just so that he can spend a little bit more time with you-
Xavier -
He probably saw you on his own way to get a snack, in all honesty.
You two just have to share a look, contemplating the situation, before the both of you begin to grin, realizing what the other is awake doing.
He offers to walk you around the block to the corner shop that's open 24hrs, so that the two of you can get some junk food or spicy microwave noodles to have together.
If you don't want to go anywhere, he'll either go himself or order delivery from somewhere that's open all hours so that you guys don't need to cook. He doesn't want to put out a fire for his attempts this late at night, and you either don't feel like it, or you're not the best at it yourself.
(You're still better than him though.)
Whenever the two of you end up getting your food, you sit together on the couch, legs folded over one another as you tangle together to watch an episode of something you've been binging.
You'll both wake up completely different though- having fallen asleep together on the couch after finishing your food, and ending up snuggled closely, a bundle of warm blankets and pajamas mixed with the relaxing sensation of the other's breathing.
Thank goodness today was the both of your day off...
#love and deepspace#.writey#lads#lds#x reader#sylus x reader#rafayel x reader#zayne x reader#xavier x reader
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I remember getting into a heated argument with him over this issue, actually. (Adding a cut because this went on longer than I intended)
I was struggling with a very condescending and belittling client for about five or so months and eventually what he (client) said got to me more than usual. I don't remember the exact comment, but it was something along the lines of "you force yourself to be perfect and yet you're never good enough." Needless to say, I was pretty devastated.
So anyway, I went to Lambad's, probably gave myself liver problems during the... four hours I was there, I think? Per usual, Lambad had to call Alhaitham to come pick me up because according to him I had drank so much I was talking to the chair across from me thinking it was Cyno. Why him, I don't know. Maybe because it was around that time that he was, contrary to popular belief, the first person in our friend group to figure out that I had a massive crush on him (I hate using such childish terms, though.)
I woke up the next afternoon with a searing hangover, and if anyone knows me, they know I get really, really cranky when I'm like that. I walked over to my desk and... this is embarrassing, but I threw everything off the desk in a fit of rage directed at the client, my inability to please clients, and myself. Haitham walked in thinking I had fallen out of bed and instead saw me breaking down. The conversation went something like this:
Him, standing in the doorway: "So, are you still drunk, or are you just unable to control your emotions even when sober?"
Me, sitting at the now-empty desk with head in hands: "Shut up. What does it matter to you, anyway?"
đ±: "Because one, you interrupted my downtime. Two, I heard your tantrum through my soundproof earpieces. And three, I had to see if I needed to have you pay for damages to the house."
đïž: "Oh, boohoo. All you ever have to worry about is money this, annoyance that." (Why did I ever say that?)
đ±: "As if your career isn't drawing boxes and lines. You're the most famous architect in Sumeru yet you don't own your own home. How sad."
Then, for some stupid reason, I threw a pen at him and yelled, "You have no idea how hard I work every single day and every single night just trying to make the clients happy. But no, they go and tell me no matter how hard I work, I'll never be good enough! Then there's you, who makes a huge salary without ever hardly moving from your desk! So of course I'm angry. Of course I'm going to let it slip!"
đ±: "Well, do you believe them?"
đïž: "What do you think?!"
I don't remember what he said after that, I just slammed the door and left. Then it started raining hard and he pretty much dragged me home. I asked why he even cared, and he said to use my brain. ("...or are you that dense?") Those were pretty much the conclusions I came to, except for the one about my father. @ags-haitham You did what?! /lh
He probably meant what he said in the best way, though. Either way, I'd rather have petty arguments like this than be without him at all.
"but what does he REALLY want with me?" my brooo, kaveh, Alhaitham does care about you just trust me, i'm the bedside lamp đ
inspired by daikyto9
#i cancelled the commission after he said that#but kept the money#investments and advance payments and whatnot#it would have been a hassle to go through refunding him#and i deserved that much at least i think
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Solomon Outing Everyone
Itâs not Billyâs fault Solomon does this. Itâs just that the old man will blabber before he even has a chance to register and now heâll know peopleâs identities.
Like the second time he met Batman. The first time the two met was when there was a giant alien invasion. That was the day the Justice League formed. Billy didnât join though due to the fact he left almost immediately after so he could start clearing rubble and looking for injured. He wasnât apart of the âHey, after this, letâs meet up at a certain place and discuss becoming a teamâ discussion. See, the second time they met, was when Bruce Wayne was in Fawcett scouting for âpotential locations to open another branch of Wayne Industries in.â He was actually scouting for Marvel. He wanted to see how the Captain was doing as a hero and if the man would consider joining the Justice League.
Bruce: *walking around, asking about Cap and just looking for the man*
Marvel: *flying in the sky*
Solomon: âOooh one of your little friends is here, Billy.â
Marvel: *pauses his flight* âWho?â
Solomon: âThe Man of Bats. Batman.â
Marvel: âMr. Batman Sir?â *looks around* âWhere?â
Solomon: âLook down. Youâll see a lavishly dressed gentleman.â
Marvel: *looks down* âThereâs like five lavishly dressed gentlemen.â
Solomon: âThe one everyoneâs gawking at.â
Marvel: âOooooh. That makes sense.â *flies down*
Iâm gonna tell you right now, more than ten people have gawked at Bruce when he walked down the street, not because heâs Bruce Wayne, but because they think heâs Patrick Wayne. (Bruceâs grandpa) Let this be connected to my C.C. and Great Grandpa Wayne post from a long while ago.
Marvel: *lands in front of Bruce with a big smile* âMr. Batman! Whatâre you doing in Fawcett?â
Bruce: *face shows no reaction but his soul nearly left his body* âCaptain Marvel.â *grabs Marvelâs arm and leads them away from public eye*
Marvel: *confused, lets him lead him away*
Bruce: âHow did you figure out my identity?â
Solomon: âEasy, theyâre body language is the same.â
Marvel: âYour body language is the same.â
Bruce: *someone who carefully crafted a persona to be the complete opposite of the Batman* âHn. Iâd like to you to elaborate on that statement in a few moments, but anyways, the Justice League would like to speak with you-â *starts rambling about the JL and how Marvel should join them*
After the ramblingâŠ
Marvel: âIâd love to join!â
Batman: âReally? Thatâs it? No second thoughts whatsoever?â *wondering how the other man gave this no thought yet also found out his secret identity in a short interaction*
Marvel: âNope, count me in.â
Batman: âHuh.â *stares for like a second* âAlright then. Iâll reach out to you when we have a comm available for you.â
Then there was Clark. Now see, Marvel had met him first, but Billy had met him second. Mr. Morris introduced them and they worked together for a bit and Billy thought the man was nice. They were even on first name basis! (Clark was practically begging him to stop calling him Mr. Kent.) Then unfortunately, their little partnership ended and they went their separate ways. Solomon couldnât say anything because Billy was Billy, not Cap, so the chat was muted. Twoâs third interaction was when Solomon started running his mouth. This happened soon after he got his comm and went to the Watchtower for the first time.
Marvel: âItâs wonderful to meet you Mr. Superman Sir.â *shaking his hand*
Supes: âYou as well, but uh⊠Please just call me Superman.â
Solomon: âIsnât that the Kent boy?â
Marvel: *pauses mid handshake to stare intently at Clark because thereâs no way thatâs true- oh my gods it is* âClark?â
Supes: *actually shows on his face that his soul also nearly leaves his body* âWha- I- uh- Clark, whoâs that?â
Marvel: âYou? Or at least I thought you were.â
Solomon: âThought he was? Billy you know itâs him.â
Marvel: âYeah, I thought so. I canât believe youâre a superhero, man. Thatâs awesome.â
Supes: *dumbstruck and fumbling for words*
Marvel: âSay, does superheroing help with getting stories-â
Supes: âOkay!â *pushes him into a nearby room so no one will here them*
Marvel: *lets himself be pushed*
Supes: âHow did you find out my identity?!â *sounds super panicked*
Solomon: âHis body language. And his face. Mostly the body language.â
Marvel: âMostly your body language.â
Supes: âWha- Weâve met one time before this!?â
Marvel: âSo?â
Supes: âSo?!â *pauses to take a deep breath* âLook, just please donât tell anyone about my secret identity.â
Marvel: âYou donât have to tell me twice. A secret identity is a secret for a reason.â
Supes: *sigh of relief* âGood. But uh⊠I gotta ask, how exactly do you know my civilian identity? I donât remember ever meeting you or someone like you.â
Marvel: âYouâve met my civilian identity.â *shrugs*
Supes: âOh really?â *slightly surprised* âWho are you? Do you work at the Planet?â
Marvel: âNo, and I canât tell you who I am.â
Supes: âWhy? You know me⊠somehow.â
Marvel: âI know, but my identity is kind of a problem.â
Supes: âAre you a criminal or something? Batman told me of a villain who became a hero, if thatâs truly the case with you, I wonât judge.â
Marvel: âNo, no, no, itâs not that. Itâs just that my identity is just a flat out problem. Thatâs it.â
Supes: âWell thatâs really specific.â
Marvel: âSorry.â *feels bad*
Supes: âDonât apologize.â *feels bad for making him feel bad* âYou shouldnât have that mentality about your civilian self though.â
Marvel: âI try not to.â
Also any shapeshifters? Solomon clocks itâs them immediately. Also also, him and Cassandra Cain are constantly in tune too. Same with him and Martian Manhunter.
#billy batson#shazam#dc captain marvel#captain marvel dc#fawcett city#fawcett#fawcett comics#superman#clark kent#batman#bruce wayne
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Breakaway | hockey!Azriel Ă reader
Summary: You're not a fan of a kiss cam. And neither is your boyfriend.
Word count: 1,8k
Warnings: swearing, miserable knowledge of hockey (sorry yall), Rhys being a protective asshole over his sister
A/n: Anyone a hockey fan? No, just me? Okay. Another thing is, that I described university as I know it in my country haha. I hope no one will be confused
Also yes, I did take inspiration from tiktok. I just loved that scene <3
Leaves started to fall which meant your favorite season was starting. You loved anything and everything that came with autumn. The pumpkin spice, moody weather, sweaters, and books. With autumn knocking on your door, the new semester has begun. You didn't mind studying, you actually enjoyed it to a certain degree, but the stress is what always got to you during exams. You were just starting your second year of university, so you knew what to expect. To many that was all. Just endless studying and partying to get their minds off things. You? Not really. Ever since you could remember, fall meant the hockey season started. Were you a hockey player? No, not at all. Ice skating was your passion, just not hockey. That didn't matter, because your brother was the golden child. Rhysand played because your father used to. You would never say it out loud, mainly because it would inflate his ego even more, but Rhysand was a star player. He was so much better than your father and you knew that if he wanted to, he would make it far.Â
 Rhys never acted towards you with any malice other than just a bit of sibling rivalry. He was actually quite protective of you, given the fact you were his little sister. But whatever you did was never good enough for your father. You might study medicine, but Rhys was finishing law. You might figure skate but you were no hockey player. And most of all, you were a woman. And your father despised you for it. You were expected to make it to every game, but no one ever wanted to attend your competitions. You enjoyed watching the games, especially when Rhys met his best friends and teammates at university. The games became so much more interesting when Azriel entered the ice. Rhys might be the captain and the center, but Azriel was a force to be reckoned with, the fastest player in the rink. You became friends with both Cassian and Azriel quickly since you often visited their house to get away from your parents. Rhysand of course was glad but you knew you were off-limits to his friends. Not only was it obvious in how he glared at both of them whenever they made a comment he didnât appreciate. But the first time you met, Cass basically undressed you with his eyes. From what you heard he reminded them often to not mess with his sister.
It did not stop you from developing feelings for him the moment you laid eyes on him. For a while, it did seem he viewed you only as his best friend's little sister. Which you had a hard time accepting. Your relationship changed when you sneaked into a party they had thrown in celebration of a victory last year. You were a first-year, and your first semester at university had been hectic, but living close to your brother and away from your parents was a long-awaited blessing. Having a taste of freedom made you bold. Azriel couldn't take his eyes off of you, you had been like a magnet. He hadn't been the only one as you attracted the attention of another freshman. Azriel might not have acted on his attraction towards you before but seeing you with another man changed that. One thing led to another and you were sneaking out together whenever you found time.
It had been a year and your brother still had no clue. And you intended to keep it that way. You loved your boyfriend, you didn't want to worry about his teeth off the ice as well. Cassian on the other hand suspected, thankfully as you introduced him to your friend, Nesta, he became preoccupied and dropped the matter.Â
''So who do you think will win? And be honest, they're not here, you can't hurt their fragile egos.'' Nesta disturbed your train of thought. You laughed shaking your head. You loved hanging out with her because of how direct she was, always saying exactly what was on her mind. You met Nesta when your university did a charity ballet on the ice of Nutcracker. You got the role of Clara and she was your ballet counterpart. You did not expect to establish a friendship with her, but she was exactly who you needed in your life. You knew she would call you out on your bullshit anytime and you liked her for it. She also happened to be the first person you told about Azriel. She was not surprised, saying that you weren't being as secretive as you thought you had been.
''You know I am still biased since I really want our team to win. The Cavaliers are good and they play dirty. But Cass will probably try to kill Eris on the ice. Given the history and all.'' You gave her a pointed look. Shifting your gaze to the rink, you tried to find number 38.
''Theyâve got no chance against VU.'' Said a guy next to you. You hated when someone butted their way into a conversation. But given the fact, that you would be spending about two hours in close proximity, you had decided for a polite smile. ''I guess so.''
''So how come you've got such good seats? Know someone on the team?'' He chimed in again.
''You could say that. My brother is the captain.'' You answered keeping your eyes on Azriel as he warmed up.
''Rhysand is your brother?''
''Unfortunately.'' You nodded, and his eyes grew in size. ''That's so lucky! I wish I was a hockey player or just knew them. You see, I got these seats because I'll be writing an article about the game.'' You smiled politely again shifting your gaze to the rink when the puck was just about to hit the ice.
As the game progressed, the crowd became electric. All the fans were shouting and your ears began ringing. Velaris Bats were in the lead, but only by one goal and everyone was nervous. To make the game even more enjoyable, there were games for the fans as well. Students competed against one another to win points for their university and win the competition of the tribunes.
The competitions were fun and good entertainment during breaks. But while the game continued the camera was turned on. You laughed at a random do a meme moment, but quickly turned your head back to the ice. You didn't want to miss a second of Azriel's game. Fully focused, you didn't realize that the camera switched to a kiss cam. A guy sitting next to you turned his head to face you and pointed to the TV earning your attention. ''I mean when in Rome, right?'' He laughed as he tried to close the distance. ''Yeah, no, thank you.'' You laughed nervously shifting in your seat.
''Oh come on, it's just a kiss.'' He pressured, and you gave a panicked look towards the ice. You heard Nesta taking a sharp inhale to give the guy a piece of her mind. You were interrupted by shouts of the fans and loud banging on the glass.Â
''Back the fuck off.'' You couldn't hear Az properly, but the message was quite clear, making the guy shift his gaze between the two of you uncomfortably. Az got two minutes for stalling the game which made the crowd boo and your brother yell obscenities as he often did when one of his teammates was sent to a bench. Thankfully during the power play the Cavaliers didn't get a goal in, but it was close. It only enraged Rhysand more which was abundantly clear when he almost broke his stick as the second period came to an end.
Azriel was sending daggers to the guy sitting next to you who looked like he wanted nothing more than to leave. He relaxed when the players left for their locker rooms. You just hoped Rhys didn't look much into Azriel's possessive behavior.
''What the fuck was that?'' Roared Rhys as he entered the locker room.
''I don't know what you're talking about.'' Azriel continued to take off his gear.
''Do not play with me! You could have cost us the game.''
''I was thinking I did you a favor. He had no right to touch her like that.'' He finally faced Rhysand.
''It was a fucking kiss cam.''
''She didn't want to be kissed. And he didn't back off.''
''So what? You made it your mission to help her while you were supposed to pay attention to the puck?'' Spit Rhys. Everyone in the locker room was silent watching the two stubborn players go head to head.
''Yes! And I would do it again.'' Azriel retorted.
''I could have you off the team for this.'' He hissed.
''Rhys-.'' Cassian signed. ''Be my guest.'' Azriel interrupted starring Rhysand down. He wouldn't back down. He couldn't. He knew you could have handled yourself back there. Hell, Nesta was there, too and she wouldn't let some guy do anything disrespectful. He just acted on an impulse. When he looked up and saw your panicked gaze, something shifted inside him. Rhys kept watching Azriel, staring right into his soul when suddenly his eyes grew larger as if recognizing what he should have seen from the very beginning.
''You've got to be kidding me.'' When Azriel didn't answer, Rhys continued, ''Tell me you donât have a thing for my little sister.ââ
''Azriel, I swear to everything that is holly, I will fucking punch you if you don't give me an answer.''
''We are together. Have been for almost a year.'' Azriel never saw anyone have an aneurysm. But if he could guess, Rhysand was a textbook example of how it looked like.
''I take it back, I will punch you anyway.'' And he might have if Cassian wasn't there to catch Rhys. ''Easy there killer. The game is still on. And you might not like it but Az is an asset.''
''I don't want to see you anywhere near her, understand? I know how you are with girls!'' Rhysand snarled.
''You know I can't do that.''
''Then you're off the team.''
''Fine.''
As they returned to the ice, the tension between Velaris Bats was palpable. Cassian was looking between his teammates probably trying to find a quick solution to the problem at hand. Azriel wasn't paying you any attention keeping his gaze on the ice only. You frowned slightly. When you looked at Rhys you found him staring back at you anger oozing out of his every move.Â
He knew.
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I was honestly fun, William just wasnât being polite and nice out of necessity. He was very close with his own grandmother, and easily started getting along with grandma Lillian as well. The three of them sat together, doing the crosswords, pondering on the answers and writing them down. Lillian chuckled a few times when William didnât know an answer to something that she found easy, but if there were any questions about music or literature then William would surprise her with his knowledge.
Then Sebastian's cousin, Carter, was also there for a little while, so William got introduced and they exchanged a brief chit-chat. Before he and grandma Lillian left, William even got a goodbye hug! He was glad that he, apparently, made a good first impression here.
And then, William and Sebastian were left alone again. Not for long though, as the older man from the bed next to Sebastian was brought in from the surgery. But his, and his wifeâs, presence was not unwelcomed. The older couple kept to themselves for now, and so did William and Sebastian.
William grinned as Sebastian mentioned that grandma Lillian apparently liked him. âYeah? You think so?â William perked up. âIâm glad. Sheâs so nice. Itâs lovely that I finally got to meet her. But gosh, that actually reminds me⊠I should call my grandma. Last we spoke was 2 weeks ago, and I havenât told her anything about you, because back then we were still so unsure about the whole thingâŠâ William sighed. Grandma Charlotte adored Sebastian, and William just couldnât keep this whole thing a secret from her anymore.Â
For I have sinned...
The principal cleared his throat, eyes scanning the notes that he had wrote down before this meeting. It already lasted an hour, and the teachers gathered in the faculty room were becoming restless and bored. But indeed there were some things to discuss, with the concert that the senior class was supposed to perform at the end of the semester, and with recent staff changes.Â
William glanced down at his watch, sighing softly. His class was starting in 15 minutes, so at least, whether the meeting will be done soon or not, he will get to excuse himself. He looked out of the window, his mind wandering. Principalâs voice turned into white noise in the background. It was a pleasant day, late summer. But William was looking forward to a slightly cooler weather. Wearing all black could really be bothersome at times.Â
âAnd lastly, I am pleased to announce that we have finally found replacement for the violin teacher. Dear Mr Tanaka, may he rest in peace, was with us for so many years that Iâve been concerned we wonât be able to find someone as good as to fill this position.â the principal spoke. âBut Mr⊠Michaelis, was highly recommended to me, and he indeed has impressive references. He will be starting this week, so please welcome him warmly once he will arrive. Ah yes⊠about that. He will arrive today at noon, I need someone to pick him up from the train station and bring over for the tour around the school. Any volunteers?âÂ
William was barely listening, and definitely not paying much attention. He glanced at his watch again, and saw that it was time to leave, as his class was about to start. He raised his hand to excuse himself, and little did he know, he just volunteered.
âFather William! Excellent!â the principal exclaimed. âJust donât be late, the train arrives at noon.â
âTrainâŠ?â William questioned, raising his brow. He had a feeling he was missing somethingâŠ
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Right after the meeting, William had to run for the class, so he had little time to clarify what exactly he had volunteered for. He was a piano teacher in this Music Academy, but also he served as a priest in local church. Well respected, and rather liked. So when he later found out it was about the new violin teacher, he didnât refuse. Who, other than himself, would be a better choice to introduce a newcome to their community?
So even though he raised his hand by accident, he accepted this fate.
After classes, at noon, William took a taxi and drove to the train station, to pick up their new teacher. Wearing black trousers, and a black shirt with a thin tie, was absolutely dreadful in this weather, so William quickly found shelter under the roof of the station platform, that provided some shade.
The train had just arrived. William had no idea how Mr Michaelis looked like, but he figured he will just look for someone carrying a violin case with them.Â
He was in for a bit surprise.
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