#realizing all but a few of my relationships in life have been built on the value/use i bring rather than who i am as a person

[lupismaris]

When you and your teammate are some of the only sober reasonable adults with emotional regulation skills and common sense on the squad and may now be building a quasi friendship out of semi-regular bitching sessions to determine how to sort shit out amongst the children or if we should just let it combust organically

[sceletaflores]

come on into my bed with me (i know you want to)

pair: old man!logan howlett x fem!reader

wc: 4.1k

contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, swearing, some sad vibes because i can't function without them, large age gap (but isn't that obvious by now? mid 20s/old as fuck), established relationship but only kind of, falls in the logan 2017 timeline but very loosely, LONGINGGGG, gratuitous nickname use (kid, baby, honey, ect), nasty dirty talk cause he's old and gross, not so dry humping, JUST THE TIP RAHHHH, porn w/o plot, no use of y/n.

nat’s note: this was heavily inspired by imogen heap's 'i am in love with you' because that song fucks so hard and it really gave me lots of old man logan vibes. i was just so overcome with nasty thoughts that the beat possessed me and i blacked out and listened to it on a constant repeat while i wrote this instead of doing my a&p work. kisses!

dividers by angel @saradika-graphics!

you can't sleep, logan left his door open...

Rain pelts at the smudged glass of your window, drops trailing down the span of the panes that you follow with your eyes.

It's been raining nearly all week, a rare thing in Mexico, especially somewhere as dry as Sonora.

You used to love the rain. You felt a special kind of comfort anytime night would come and there'd be a certain chill swirling through the air, that familiar scent of damp soil and wet stone rising as the first drops hit the ground.

In Sonora, rain is supposed to be a gift—a reprieve from the unrelenting heat, a chance for the dry earth to drink.

It should feel cleansing, like a reset of sorts, and maybe it would have a few months ago.

Now it just feels heavy, oppressive. Each raindrop splattering against the glass feels like a reminder of everything that's stuck, unmoving.

The soft noise of it was almost enough to lull you to sleep, but it was still no match for your wandering mind.

You’ve been finding yourself here a lot recently, shrouded in the scratchy sheets of your bed in the quiet dark encompassing your room, mind racing.

It was raining the first night he touched you.

You've been with Logan and Charles for nine months.

A runaway hitchhiker turned caretaker after you fled from the meaningless scraps of your life back in Texas.

Logan found you on the side of the highway coming back from a shift in El Paso. One stop with the hazards on and a hasty conversation through a rolled down window later, you were throwing your bags in the back of his limo and climbing into the front seat.

You didn't realize until much later that he never truly asked you to stay, or to care for Charles alongside him.

It was only supposed to be a temporary arrangement, a roof over your head in exchange for your help. Watch over his ailing father for a few days while he went out to get him more medicine, that's what you settled on.

Yet somehow, here you are, nine months later.

You cook meals in a dusty kitchen that always smells faintly of motor oil, listen to Charles’ stories about a world you’ll never fully grasp, and watch Logan patch himself up in grim silence after he’s returned from whatever trouble found him this time. 

It's strange how the days seemed to stretch endlessly, but the weeks have slipped past like a blink. You carved out a routine in this crumbling house in Sonora, built something that resembles a life even if it feels borrowed, like a second-hand coat that never quite fits right.

At first, you weren’t sure what kept you here. Maybe Charles. 

You warmed to him almost immediately, drawn in by his gentle demeanor and the way he seemed to see right through you without a hint of judgment. 

Even when his mind faltered, slipping into tangled memories or distant fragments of a life long past, he treated you with a kindness you hadn’t felt in years.

You’d come to think of him as a king, regal and noble. A king stripped of his castle, yet still wearing a crown, if ever so skewed—a king nonetheless.

You still aren’t sure, but you can’t shake the sense that leaving now would be like tearing off a scab—painful and unnecessary.

And then, one night, the rain came.

You remember it vividly, a torrent so sudden and unrelenting. The downpour soaking the dry dirt surrounding the plant. 

You couldn’t help yourself from wandering out, stood barefoot on the porch as the cool air nipped at the skin of your arms and legs.

“You’re gonna catch a cold standin’ out here.” Logan said from somewhere behind you, his voice rough and low after the silence of a long shift.

You hadn’t moved, hadn’t even glanced his way. “I like the rain.”

There was a beat of silence before he stepped closer, the warmth of his body radiating against your back. His hand had been hesitant at first, a brush of calloused fingers against your arm. 

You didn’t pull away.

The heat of his palm felt scalding, causing goosebumps to pebble along your damp skin. His thumb swiped across the circular scar just above your elbow, a cigarette burn, one of many.

He didn’t say anything as he turned and walked back into the house. You learned quickly that Logan’s not the type to fill silences with empty words, but you both knew something shifted.

He came into your room later that night. The squeaky mattress of your bed dipping under his weight as he slid his hand down your stomach, pausing just above the waistband of your shorts, a silent question.

He didn’t kiss you, but the rain pattering against the tin roof was enough to swallow your soft moans and gasps.

You settled into something undefined—a constant push and pull of need and silence. Logan touched you when he needed to, and you let him because you wanted to.

It wasn’t love, not then. It wasn’t even comfort. But it was connection. A tenuous thread in the quiet storm of your lives.

You figured that was enough.

The rain hasn't slowed. If anything, the howl of the wind is stronger than before.

The soothing rhythm of droplets hitting your window turned aggressively sharp, like darts thrown against a worn cork board.

The boom of thunder is nearly in sync with the pulse of your core, aching and insistent in its need.

It’s been weeks since Logan touched you last, his endless cycle of guilt stronger than it's been before. He’s never outright said it, but you know it’s there.

The silence between you both has stretched longer than you'd like to admit, a quiet that isn't comfortable anymore.

You know he’s got it in his head that he’s somehow taken advantage of you. A perverted old man falling weak to the pretty, young thing taking up space in the bed two doors over from him.

The thought stirs something deep within you, a mix of frustration and confusion. He’s not wrong, not exactly—but he’s not right either. You aren’t a child, and you aren’t helpless. You knew what you wanted, what you needed.

And that hasn’t dared to change.

You shift in bed, the sheets tangling around your legs as your body hums with a restlessness you can’t shake. The air in your room feels thick, charged, and suffocating, a mirror of the space between you and Logan.

He doesn’t understand that you want him too, that you weren’t some helpless thing to be protected or shielded from his darkness. It eats at you until your skin is practically buzzing with it, buzzing with the need to show him.

There’s only so much silence you can take before it becomes too loud to ignore. 

You swing your legs over the edge of the bed, the hardwood cool against your bare feet. You know it’s late, but you don’t care.

You walk through the dimly lit hallway, the creak of the floorboards quiet under you as you make your way to Logan’s door. It’s cracked open, a yellow glow spilling through to guide you like a lighthouse guides its ships to shore.

When you reach the beat up wood you don’t hesitate, you push it open the slightest bit, peering through the widened gap. 

He’s there, sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to you. He doesn’t turn, doesn’t acknowledge you, but you know he knows you’re there.

You cross the threshold, your heartbeat loud in your ears as you pull the door shut behind you, leaning your back against it.

“Logan,” you say softly, your voice rougher than you intended.

He doesn’t respond right away. Instead, he runs his hand through his hair, pushing it away from his face. The lamplight catches the sharp planes of his face, a familiar weariness etched into his features.

His fingers flex at his sides, and for a moment, you think he’s going to tell you to leave—to go back to your room where it’s safe, where you won’t make things more complicated than they already are. You almost brace for it.

But then he speaks.

“What’s wrong, kid.” His voice is nothing but a deep rumble, like gravel crunching underfoot.

You shrug noncommittally, hands messing with a stray thread hanging from the edge of your shorts. “Can’t sleep.”

Logan sighs long and slow through his nose, hands pressing into his thighs. “Thought you liked the rain.”

You smile faintly at the irony, chest swelling with something dangerous. 

You take a step further into the room, pushing yourself off the closed door. The familiar scent of him invades your senses. It’s a mixture of leather, earth, and something raw—something undeniably him. 

You stand there for a moment, letting the silence stretch thin and taut before you finally speak.

“Can I stay?” The words come out barely above a whisper, but they land like a crack of lightning.

You feel your heart thud painfully in your chest, not from fear, but from the sudden vulnerability that makes your skin burn.

The room feels smaller now, the walls pressing in as you step forward, each movement slow and deliberate. You stop at the edge of his bed, the sheets pressing against the bare skin of your thighs.

Logan’s gaze flickers over his shoulder, meeting yours briefly before he looks away again, like he’s trying to convince himself that the ache in his chest isn’t real.

“You should go back to bed,” he says, voice gruff. “It’s late.”

“I don’t want to go back.” You shake your head even though he isn’t turned around to see it.

Without thinking, you crawl onto the bed, the comforter making soft shushing sounds under your hands and knees. You reach out, fingers brushing the back of his neck, the muscles there tight with strain.

Logan flinches slightly, but he doesn’t pull away, and that’s all the permission you need.

You shift closer, pressing your chest against his back, and letting your hands settle on his shoulders. The heat between you is electric, charged with something unsaid, something raw and undeniable.

“Please,” you whisper, your lips brushing against the back of his ear, your voice a mixture of defiance and desire.

Logan stiffens, but this time, you feel the shudder that runs through him, the way his body responds despite the walls he’s built around himself.

You know he’s torn, that he wants to fight this. You feel it in the tension that radiates from him, in the way his body seems to be fighting against the instinct to turn toward you.

But you don’t care anymore. You’re done with silence.

Your fingers slide down his back, feeling the rough fabric of his shirt against your skin as you press yourself closer. Your breath is hot against his neck now, and you can feel the rapid pulse in his veins beneath your lips as you hover just above his skin, waiting.

“Logan…” Your voice is softer now, almost pleading. You don’t know what you’re asking for, but you don’t have to.

His hand comes up, brushing against your wrist as if testing, as if he’s afraid you’ll pull away. But you don’t.

Instead, you lean into him further, your lips brushing the curve of his neck, whispering into the tension that still hangs heavy between you. “Please.”

The last shreds of Logan’s resistance snap under the cloying weight of your touch.

He’s moving before you can even register what’s happening, rearing up with heavy hands that land on your shoulders to push you backwards.

You fall back onto the bed with a soft gasp, bouncing on the mattress once, twice, before Logan follows. His body settles over yours like a warm blanket, thick forearms braced on either side of your head to support his weight.

"Why couldn't you sleep, honey?" he asks, dark eyes boring into yours intense enough to get your stomach churning. The green of them is deeper than normal, like fresh moss growing over stone.

“I was thinking,” you whisper, breathless. Your pulse races beneath your skin, you wonder distantly if he can hear it too.

“Thinkin’ about what?” he presses, breath fanning over your lips temptingly. 

Your brows furrow, a soft noise escaping you. You can't help but tell the truth. “About you.”

Logan hums, eyes trailing along your face slowly. He slots a knee between your thighs, groaning softly at the wet heat that seeps through to his jeans.

You gasp, hips bucking down instinctively. Your pussy aches desperately, leaking arousal into the cotton gusset of your panties.

His jaw clenches at the sound, muscle ticking just beneath the grey of his beard. “Is that right? You been layin' in that bed, thinkin' about me, gettin’ all worked up?"

Your face burns under his scrutiny, but you don’t shy away. You arch your back, pressing yourself as close to him as possible, letting the heat of your body speak for you.

“Yeah,” you breathe, the confession trembling on your lips. “I need you, it hurts.”

Logan exhales sharply, like the words knocked the air out of him. His hands slide from your shoulders, rough palms gliding down the skin of your arms before settling right under the swell of your breasts.

“Where’s it achin’, baby?” he asks softly, words almost getting lost in the dark of the room. “Show me.”

You let out a soft breath, reaching down to take his hand in yours.

Without breaking eye contact, you guide his hand down your trembling body until his palm rests over the apex of your thighs, where the damp fabric of your shorts clings to your swollen folds.

“Here,” you whisper, voice barely audible above the rain pounding against his window.

A low growl rumbles from deep in his chest, and his fingers press more firmly against you, feeling the slick heat that’s soaked through the thin cotton. His eyes darken further, the green almost swallowed by the black of his pupils.

Logan’s thumb drags over your clit, slow and deliberate, coaxing a needy whimper from your lips.

“Jesus,” he mutters, his voice thick. “You’re drippin’ for me, aren’t you? Didn’t even need to touch you, and you’re already so fuckin’ wet.” 

You whimper softly, bucking your hips against his hand, desperate for more.

"I've been like this all night," you admit, your voice going high and needy. "Thinking about how good you make me feel. How much I want you."

Logan’s eyes lock onto yours, and there’s something new swirling through them, something you’ve never seen before.

A beat passes—too long—almost agonizing. His free hand lifts from your hip, gently cupping your cheek, fingers brushing against your skin, like he isn’t sure if he has the right to touch you like this. 

His thumb brushes your lip, his gaze flicking to your mouth before returning to your eyes, asking for permission, even though neither of you had ever really needed it before.

"Logan," you say, the sound a little breathless, unsure of how to navigate this sudden shift, but he doesn’t keep you waiting.

He closes the distance in a heartbeat, lips crashing into yours with a ferocity you didn’t expect.

It’s like the world around you falls away, leaving only the warmth of his lips, the taste of him, and the pressure of his body against yours. The raging storm outside dulling until it’s nothing but fuzzy background noise.

His kiss is rough, deep, urgent, but there’s something more in it, a slow unraveling. Like he’s trying to carve himself into you, a permanent mark, a reminder that he was here, even if he never says it out loud.

Logan tastes like rich smoke and whiskey, the sharp edge of him mixing with the sweet burn of need. It sends your head reeling, arms coming up to circle around his neck.

You can’t find the words to describe it, not with the way his fingers slide through the wetness gathering at your entrance, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

Your hips thrust upward, begging for more, your body hungry for the release he’s just out of reach of giving.

“Want you inside me, Logan,” you moan desperately, slick lips brushing his with every word. “Please.”

Logan's body stiffens against yours at the sound of your pleading, his grip tightening on your cheek like he's trying to anchor himself in the reality of what you're asking.

“Shit,” he growls under his breath, his forehead pressing to yours as he closes his eyes. His chest heaves, the tension in his body palpable. "I—" he pauses, struggling to form the words, but you can see it in his eyes. He's conflicted, desperate, yet still hesitant.

You move against him, your body restless, your need undeniable, feeling the rigid outline of his hard cock pressed firmly against your thigh. A thick plane of heat that has your pussy clenching around the tips of his fingers.

You don’t want to push him, not anymore. But you’re past the point of waiting for permission.

Your lips meet his again, softer this time, coaxing, until he finally gives in, groaning against your mouth as he kisses you back with an intensity that steals your breath.

“I want to feel you,” you whisper, your hands trailing down to the hem of his shirt, pushing it over the swell of his pecs. 

His skin is hot under your fingertips, rough and familiar. Your fingers trail lightly across his chest, nails scratching through the salt and pepper hair dusted across his skin as you urge him closer.

“Just the tip,” Logan mutters under his breath, barely above a whisper. His voice hoarse, like he’s bargaining with himself. “Just to make you feel good, but that’s it, understand?”

You bite your lip, the edge of frustration gnawing at you. It’s not everything you need, not everything you want, but it's something. And right now, it’s enough.

You nod your head, hands already moving to the front of his jeans. You undo the button with shaking fingers, tugging the zipper down and pushing the worn denim away. 

His cock springs free, already hard, leaking with the same desperation you feel. You run your fingers along his length, feeling the heat of him, the steady throb of his pulse.

Logan peels down the thin layer of your shorts, cursing under his breath when he finds you completely bare underneath, your slick pussy shining under the dim light.

You watch him, chest heaving, as he stares down at you—his eyes dark and full of something primal, something raw.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his fingers tracing the outline of your wetness. He groans low in his throat, his thumb circling your clit once before moving down, dipping inside you just barely. “You’re perfect, baby.”

“Logan,” you whine, thighs spreading in a clear invitation. You patience is running exceedingly thin, your whole body alight with the feeling of a raging forest fire

“I know,” he mutters, placating. He takes the throbbing length of his cock in his hand, swiftly settling between your legs. “I know.”

The thick head drags through your folds, smearing pre-come along your skin and adding even more to the mess between your legs.

A quiet moan passes through your swollen lips, your muscles tightening as he slides himself along your clit. A slow back and forth movement that sends sparks shooting up your spine.

Logan grits his teeth, his breath shallow, as he finally aligns himself with your clenching hole. 

The air around you feels charged, a taut thread stretched between anticipation and restraint. You shift your hips slightly, just enough to encourage him, your eyes locked on his as you beg him silently with your gaze.

Then, with a low growl that vibrates through you, he pushes forward, just enough to make you gasp in relief, the head of his cock sliding home in your entrance.

And though it’s only the tip, the sensation of him inside you is enough to set your world alight. 

You can feel it, deep in your bones—the simmering, searing heat that makes everything else fade into the background.

Logan presses his lips to your forehead, his breath hot against your skin as he keeps his movements slow, deliberate, his hands holding your hips steady. "This is what you wanted, huh? Got you begging for it, honey," he growls softly. "Even if I’m only givin’ you a taste."

His hips roll languidly, staying true to his word and never sinking deeper than the thick head of his cock. His hand grips the base tightly, his fist fucking slow strokes over the length of himself to where he’s spreading your pussy open.

His scarred knuckles bump against your clit with every stroke, fanning the fire building in your lower stomach.

“Feel so fuckin’ good, honey,” he groans into the skin of your neck, the pace of his hips speeding up ever so slightly. “Feels like heaven.”

You claw at the skin of his back, touch wild and desperate. It takes everything in you not to shift your hips down, to sheath the rest of his cock deep inside your and lock your ankles around his back so he can never leave again.

Logan’s lips find your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he shifts against you. “Tell me you want this,” he says, his voice low, almost a command, yet laced with something tender. “Tell me you want me.”

You meet his gaze without hesitation, your voice steady despite the tremble in your chest. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you.” 

The words come out without thought, raw and honest, and you see something in his eyes shift—a flicker of relief, of something deeper than lust.

Logan groans like he got shot, his body shuddering above you as a low growl tears its way from his chest. He fucks into you faster, short, quick thrusts that steal all the breath from your lungs.

Sparks go off behind your closed eyes, bright white and glittering. You can feel yourself getting closer, your body trembling as you grind up against him, meeting him halfway, needing more, needing release.

“Logan,” you gasp, your hands gripping his shoulders harder, nails digging in. “I’m so close. Please—”

“Let go,” he growls, his pace increasing, his body pressing harder against yours. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

With his command, you unravel, the world spinning around you as the pleasure crashes over you, leaving you breathless, gasping for air, your body quivering beneath him as he holds you through it.

Logan follows, tearing himself from the tight grip of your pussy with a sharp jerk of his hips, your name falling from his lips like a prayer as he shoots thick ropes of come over your slick folds.

Your body shakes at the feeling, a breathless whimper pulled from your slack lips at the sticky warmth of his release.

He collapses onto the mattress next to you, his body shuddering enough to match your own. The room falls into a deep silence, the only sounds your mingling breaths and the distant sound of thunder.

A sick sort of dread bursts through the sweet afterglow of your hazy mind, settling in your stomach like a lead weight. You think that this is the moment where Logan will realize what you’ve done, that he’ll retreat back into himself and send you away.

Send you back to your own room and leave you to lay in the cold aftermath of your own recklessness.

You brace for it, the instinct to pull away, to protect yourself from his withdrawal, but it never comes. 

Instead, you feel his strong arm slide over your waist, pulling you closer, his body heat a stark contrast to the chill creeping in from the window.

His breath is warm against your neck as he shifts, his fingers tracing absent circles on your skin in a move that’s so endearingly human it has your chest aching.

"Stay here tonight?" he asks, his voice rough, almost a whisper.

Your heart clenches, tears burning at your waterline at the vulnerability of his tone. It breaks the dam inside you, relief and something dangerously close to love flooding your body in a bursting rush of water.

“Of course,” you murmur, your voice shaky.

Logan’s hand tightens around you, his thumb brushing over your ribs. He presses a soft kiss to the bare skin of your shoulder, settling onto the mattress with a slow breath.

You drift to sleep more relaxed than you’ve felt in years, even with the knowledge of the slow journey that lies ahead of you. It won’t be easy, it never is with Logan. You can’t find it in yourself to care.

Because even though the rain falls, the desert doesn’t bloom overnight. 

And neither do you.

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[4linos]

he’s jealous of another member

ot8 x fem!reader

warnings: angstyy, jealousy, feeling insecure/unworthy, arguing, fluff for some members (:

wc: 10,081

(my special thank you post for 1,000 followers 💞🥹. thank you everyone for following my silly little blog.)

bang chan

The days had blended together. You'd been patient with Chan, as always. Your relationship was strong and quiet, built on mutual understanding and respect. He had work, music, and responsibilities, while you had your own life and routines. You didn't always demand his attention, even when it felt like you were getting the short end of the stick.

But today... today was different.

You’d been waiting for hours.

You knocked on Chan’s door, expecting him to take a break from his work, just for a while. “Hey, you got time to hang out for a bit?” you’d asked, trying to sound casual. He had responded with the usual half-hearted, distracted “in a few minutes,” which was his go-to response when he was buried in his work.

You didn’t mind at first. After all, you knew how much his music meant to him, and you never wanted to be the one to pull him away from something he loved. You could wait. You were patient. But as the minutes dragged into hours, you started to feel a pang of loneliness settle in. He was so absorbed in his work, so consumed by his passion, that you felt like an afterthought. The more you waited, the more the ache in your chest grew.

It wasn’t just that you wanted to spend time with him. You needed to. You had been there for him through everything, supportive and understanding, even when it felt like he wasn’t really noticing. But this? This was starting to hurt.

You were about to go stir-crazy from just sitting there, when Felix called. You answered, needing a distraction, needing something to break the silence and the isolation you were feeling in Chan’s dorm. “Hey, you wanna come hang out at my dorm? We’re just chilling here, nothing special, but it could be fun.”

You hesitated for only a moment before deciding. You hadn’t heard from Chan for hours, and it seemed like he wasn’t even aware of how long you’d been waiting for his attention. You figured it was better to get out, spend time with friends, rather than sit around in silence, feeling invisible.

You didn’t tell Chan where you were going. It wasn’t intentional; you didn’t mean to leave him hanging or make him feel like you were punishing him. You just... left. You weren’t sure if you were doing it to get back at him or because you just needed some company, but whatever the reason, it didn’t seem to matter.

Hours passed, and you had a good time with Felix. He made you laugh, distracted you from the nagging feeling of being ignored, of being forgotten. The night was lighthearted, carefree, and for a while, it felt like everything was fine. But the weight of your silence with Chan was still there, hanging over you. You couldn’t help but feel like you were drifting further from him with each passing minute.

It wasn’t until you got a text from Jeongin asking if you were still at Felix’s that you realized how much time had gone by. You stood up, saying your goodbyes to Felix, who gave you a warm hug and made you promise to hang out again soon. You needed to get back to Chan, to try and make things right.

But when you walked back into the dorm, the sight of Chan standing there fuming, his face twisted with frustration was the last thing you expected.

His voice, cold and sharp, broke the silence.

“So, you have a type then?” His words were laced with bitterness, his gaze a mix of hurt and anger. “When one Aussie won’t give you attention, you run to another?”

You froze, your stomach sinking as his words hit like a slap to the face. He wasn’t even looking at you anymore his eyes were fixed on Felix, who was standing nearby, his hands still wet from doing dishes. The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension.

You opened your mouth to explain, but before you could say anything, Felix was the first to speak, his voice defensive. “Chan, that was a low blow. You can’t just accuse her like that. She didn’t do anything wrong.”

You turned to Chan, feeling the sting of his words. “I asked for your attention hours ago,” you said, your voice quiet, hurt. “I didn’t want to spend the night alone. I wanted to hang out with you. But you didn’t notice, and I waited. I waited for you... and then Felix invited me to hang out, so I went. I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

Chan looked stunned for a moment, as if the reality of what you were saying hadn’t fully hit him. But his face hardened again as he glanced at Felix, and his tone grew more cutting. “Yeah, because clearly, Felix is more fun than I am. You didn’t even think to tell me where you were going, did you? Just run off whenever you feel like it.”

Your heart broke at the accusation. It wasn’t what you had done it was how he had twisted it, as if you had done something wrong. You hadn’t even thought about how hurtful it would be to him; you just wanted to feel seen.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice shaking. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Chan. I’m just... I’m tired of always waiting around. I wanted to spend time with you, and I waited. But you were too busy, and I didn’t want to keep sitting there. I’m not asking for much, I just... I wanted to be with you.”

Felix, who had been standing there, quietly watching the exchange, spoke up again, his voice softer now, understanding. “Chan, you can’t expect her to just wait around forever. She has her own life, her own needs. You can’t keep pushing her away and expect her to always be there when you decide you’re ready to give her attention.”

The silence that followed felt like it lasted an eternity. Chan didn’t respond immediately. His eyes were distant, his jaw clenched as he tried to process everything you were saying.

You could see the guilt settling on his face now, but it wasn’t enough to erase the hurt that had built up between you two. His jealousy, his need to control, had taken over, and now it was too late. You weren’t sure if he could fix this.

“I’m sorry,” he finally muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t realize how much I was pushing you away. I’ve just been so focused on everything else that I... I didn’t see you were hurting.”

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. “It’s not just about that, Chan. It’s about how you’ve been treating me, how you’ve been ignoring me. I’m not a backup plan, I’m not someone you only pay attention to when it’s convenient for you.”

Felix gave you a sad look before stepping away, sensing the gravity of the moment. You could feel the weight of Chan’s gaze on you, and it felt like the distance between you two had never been wider. You wanted to walk up to him, hold him, tell him it was okay, but you didn’t know if it would be okay anymore. His words, his jealousy, had created a rift that was hard to bridge.

With one final, shaky breath, you turned toward the door. “Thank you, Felix,” you said quietly, before walking out of the dorm without looking back at Chan.

You didn’t know where this left you or if things could ever go back to the way they were. But one thing was clear: you weren’t sure you could keep waiting around for someone who didn’t notice when you needed them the most.

lee know

It had been a typical evening at the studio with the rest of the group after practice. The energy was light, filled with laughter and chatter, and you were enjoying spending time with everyone. You had gotten close to each of the guys over the past few months, but one person who had always been like an older brother to you was Chan. He was caring, protective, and someone you’d grown to trust, almost like family.

Tonight, though, there was an innocent interaction that would shift the dynamic of your relationship with Minho, your boyfriend.

As you and the rest of the group were gathered in the lounge area, Chan approached you, holding his phone in his hand. “Hey, I want to show you this hilarious video,” he said, excited to share something with you. You nodded enthusiastically, eager to watch. But as you looked around, you realized there were no free chairs left, and the couch was already filled with the others.

Chan, ever the easygoing person, raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “Well, I guess you’ll just sit on my lap then, since there’s no room anywhere else.”

You laughed, thinking it was just a joke. After all, you had known Chan for so long, and you had always viewed him as a brother figure. You didn’t think twice about it. “Sure, whatever,” you said casually, and you plopped yourself down on his lap, he held his phone in front of you so you could watch together.

You two watched the video together, laughing and chatting, with no intention of doing anything more. You had no idea how it would be received by someone else, especially Minho. You felt at ease around Chan, as you always had, but you couldn't shake the sense that someone else wasn't as comfortable.

Minho, sitting across the room, had been watching you with Chan for a while. His gaze hardened as he saw you and Chan laughing together. The sight of you sitting so naturally on his lap, your faces so close, set something off inside him. His stomach twisted with an unfamiliar feeling that slowly morphed into frustration.

He couldn’t quite put it into words, but as the minutes passed, that frustration grew. It was just so easy for you and Chan. So effortless. You were laughing with him, sharing moments that felt too intimate for his liking. Minho’s fists clenched at his sides as he watched you, jealousy bubbling up inside him. Even though he trusted you, there was something about seeing you with Chan in that moment that made him feel small, like maybe he wasn’t enough.

And when Chan stood up, still joking about the video, and said, “Alright, I’m heading out, see you guys later,” Minho’s eyes narrowed as he watched you stand up to give Chan a hug goodbye.

You wrapped your arms around Chan, giving him a quick, friendly embrace. “Bye, Chan! See you soon!” you said, not thinking anything of it. It was a natural, casual gesture between two friends who had known each other for years. But as Minho watched, the knot in his stomach tightened. The way you hugged him, so easily, so comfortably, it felt like a small betrayal. Not because you had done anything wrong, but because he had let his insecurities get the better of him.

You pulled away from the hug, and you could feel the shift in the atmosphere. Minho wasn’t looking at you anymore. His eyes were distant, his expression unreadable. He was avoiding you, and his silence spoke volumes.

The rest of the evening passed in an uncomfortable silence between you and Minho. He barely spoke to you, his responses clipped and snippy whenever you tried to engage with him. You could feel the tension in the air, but you didn’t know what had triggered it. What was wrong?

As the night went on, you couldn’t take it any longer. You needed to know what was bothering him, and you weren’t going to let it slide. You found him sitting by himself in the corner of the room, scrolling through his phone, his back to you.

You stood there for a moment, unsure of how to approach him, but then you took a deep breath and walked over. “Minho,” you called gently, your voice laced with concern. He didn’t look up at first, but you could see the tension in his shoulders. “What’s going on with you? You’ve barely said a word to me tonight.”

Minho’s jaw tightened as he glanced up at you, his eyes betraying the anger and hurt he was feeling. “Nothing,” he muttered, looking back down at his phone. “Just tired.”

You weren’t buying it. “Minho, I know something’s bothering you. I’m not stupid. You’ve been giving me one-word answers all night. What’s going on?”

He stayed silent for a few moments, before finally putting his phone down and turning his body to face you. His expression was cold, but his voice had a sharp edge to it. “You know exactly what’s bothering me.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” Minho’s voice was almost bitter now. “It’s Chan. It’s always Chan.” He paused, his frustration seeping through. “The way you were sitting on his lap, the way you hugged him goodbye like it was nothing... Do you not see how that makes me feel?”

You froze for a moment, surprised by the intensity of his feelings. “Minho… It’s not like that. Chan’s like an older brother to me. He’s been a part of my life for so long, and you know that. There’s nothing between us.”

Minho’s expression softened slightly, but there was still that underlying hurt. “I get that,” he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “But it still bothers me. I don’t like seeing you so comfortable with him like that. I don’t like feeling like I’m not enough.”

The words hit you harder than you expected. You had never seen Minho so vulnerable, so insecure. You stepped closer to him, reaching out to gently touch his arm. “Minho, you are enough. You’re everything to me. I love you, and I don’t want you to feel like that.”

Minho’s eyes flickered with something uncertain. “But what about Chan? What if you feel something for him that you don’t feel for me?”

You shook your head quickly, your heart aching for him. “No, Minho. You’re my one and only love. I could never feel that way about Chan. You’re the one I’m with. The one I want.”

He was silent for a moment, clearly processing your words. Finally, his lips curved into a teasing grin, and he leaned forward slightly. “Really?” he said, his tone lightening. “You’re sure my legs are stronger than his? You think I’m the one for you?”

You blinked in confusion, a little caught off guard by the shift in his mood. “What? Minho, what are you talking about?”

He chuckled lowly, his eyes mischievous now. “Well, you didn’t seem to think my legs were stronger when you were sitting on Chan’s lap. I mean, his legs must be stronger, right?”

You were immediately flustered, and before you could protest, Minho leaned in even closer, his teasing smile growing. “You’re not getting away that easily. Admit it. You think Chan has the stronger legs.”

You were caught off guard, your cheeks flushing at the playful teasing. “Minho, that’s not—” you stammered, trying to get a word in, but Minho’s arms circled around you, pulling you in tighter as he continued to mess with you.

“Come on, just admit it!” he teased, his hands tickling your sides lightly.

You laughed, wriggling to get free from his grip. “Okay, okay! You’re stronger, Minho! Your legs are stronger!” You finally confessed, laughing breathlessly as Minho pulled away, satisfied with your answer.

“Good,” he said smugly, resting his forehead against yours. “Now you know who’s got the stronger legs.” His eyes softened, and the teasing melted away as he cupped your face in his hands. “And I know I’m the one you love.”

You smiled up at him, your heart finally at ease. “You’re my biggest one and only love, Minho. Always.”

The tension from earlier was gone now, replaced with the comfort of knowing you had both worked through the misunderstandings. Minho’s jealousy had been born from his own insecurities, but after talking it through, you had reassured him that he was your one and only. And now, with the teasing and the laughter, everything felt right again.

It was just another test of trust in your relationship, one that had only made you stronger together.

changbin

The evening was supposed to be casual a simple hangout with Minho. You, Minho, and a few others were grabbing dinner, nothing out of the ordinary. Ever since Changbin introduced you to the group, you’d grown especially close to Minho. His dry wit, his easy-going nature, and the way he always made you feel at ease had led to a friendship that felt natural, comfortable. Changbin didn’t seem to mind at first, and you knew that he trusted you at least, you thought he did.

But when you told him you’d be spending time with Minho tonight, something in Changbin snapped. His face twisted with frustration, his brows furrowing in a way you hadn’t seen in months. He mumbled something about being "fine" but the words didn’t sit right with you. It wasn’t just the tone, it was the way he had turned away so quickly, his back rigid, his jaw clenched. You didn’t think much of it at the time, maybe he was just tired from work or stressed about something. But as the night wore on, the silence between you two grew heavy.

By the time you got back home, you were expecting a quick check-in, maybe a few playful words about how the dinner went. Instead, Changbin was pacing around your apartment, his expression hard and his eyes sharp. He didn’t even greet you, just asked coldly, “How was dinner with Minho?”

You froze for a second, sensing that something was off. “It was fine,” you said, trying to sound casual as you took off your shoes. “We had some good food. Why?”

His eyes narrowed, the intensity of his gaze making you uncomfortable. “You really seem to enjoy spending time with him, don’t you?” There was an edge to his voice now, one that made your stomach tighten with unease.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, laughing nervously, but Changbin didn’t return the smile. He took a step closer, his gaze intense, almost accusing.

“I’m talking about how you act around him,” he spat, his voice rising, and the frustration in his tone grew louder. “You always look so… happy when he’s around. But when I’m with you, it’s like I’m just some placeholder. Is that it? Are you really that close with him? Have I been fooling myself?”

You tried to hold back your shock, but the words hit you harder than you expected. “What? Changbin, that’s not—”

“No, no,” he cut you off, shaking his head as his anger surged. “Don’t act like I’m imagining things. You’re closer to Minho than you are to me. I see the way you look at him. It’s like he’s the only one who gets you.” His voice cracked slightly at the end, and you saw the raw vulnerability beneath his anger. He was hurt, and the jealousy gnawing at him was consuming him in a way you didn’t understand.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” you tried to reason, your voice trembling now. “Minho is my friend. I’m not doing anything wrong.” You took a cautious step toward him, but he backed away, the space between you two feeling heavier than ever.

“You’re not ‘doing anything wrong’?” His voice was low now, tight with barely controlled rage. “I don’t know what’s worse, watching you laugh and joke around with him while I stand on the sidelines, or seeing you act like everything’s fine when I’m the one here, trying to hold this relationship together. I’m not good enough for you anymore, huh? I’m not the one who makes you happy. He is.”

You could see the pain in his eyes, the anguish behind the jealousy, and for a moment, your heart broke. But it wasn’t just the words. It was how they felt like a blow to your chest. You didn’t want to hurt him, you never did. But the situation felt impossible.

“Changbin, that’s not fair,” you said softly, your voice shaking. “Minho is my friend, and you’re my boyfriend. I care about both of you, but in different ways. You’re the one I’m with, Changbin. Why can’t you see that?”

His face softened for a brief second, but the insecurity still clouded his expression. “I see it, but I don’t feel it. I don’t feel like I’m enough for you. Every time you spend time with him, I start feeling like I’m losing you. I can’t… I can’t stand it.”

You reached out to him, but he flinched, stepping away before your hand could touch him. His back was to you now, his posture rigid, like he was trying to hold everything in.

“I don’t know what you want me to do,” you said, voice breaking. “I can’t just cut Minho off. He’s been there for me, just like you’ve been. I need both of you in my life. I never meant to make you feel like this.”

Changbin’s shoulders trembled, but he didn’t turn to face you. The silence between you both was suffocating, and you could feel the weight of his jealousy pushing him further away.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke in a quiet, strained voice. “I don’t know if I can handle it anymore. Seeing you laugh with him, seeing him make you happy… It just makes me feel like I’m not enough.”

Your heart clenched, and you stepped closer, trying once again to reach him. But he was slipping through your fingers, and you weren’t sure how to stop it.

“I don’t want to lose you,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “But I don’t want to lose him, either. Please… don’t make me choose.”

He didn’t respond. The room felt cold, the air heavy with unspoken words. You could see the battle raging inside him the struggle between love and insecurity and you knew that, in this moment, there was no simple way to fix what had been broken.

The silence stretched on, and you realized that you were standing at a crossroads, unsure of how to navigate the emotional storm. The hardest part wasn’t the jealousy. It was the fear of losing both people you cared about, all because of something you never intended to break.

And now, all you could do was wait for Changbin to find his trust again, and hope that Minho’s friendship wouldn’t fall victim to the jealousy that threatened to tear everything apart.

hyunjin

Hyunjin had always been secure in his relationship with you. He trusted you, knew how much you loved him, and never doubted your loyalty. He was never the type to get jealous; he knew the boundaries of friendship, and Changbin was just that, your friend. In fact, Hyunjin admired how close you and Changbin had become over the years, seeing the bond as something healthy. You each had your hobbies and passions, and the balance between your personal space and time together was something that made your relationship work so well.

But recently, something had been stirring inside Hyunjin that he couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t the feeling of inadequacy he knew that wasn’t it but more like a gnawing discomfort whenever you mentioned the gym or spent time with Changbin there.

You had always enjoyed working out, and Hyunjin, well, he preferred to stay home in his little studio, painting away. He loved the quiet, the solitude, the chance to get lost in his art. It had been your routine. He’d paint while you’d go to the gym, and then you’d both meet up later.

But as weeks passed, he noticed that something was different. He found himself more aware of the hours you were spending with Changbin, sharing in that space, laughing, working out together, getting to know each other even better. It wasn’t like he didn’t trust you he did, with everything in him but there was this sudden, unshakable feeling that maybe there was more to it than just fitness routines and friendly chatter.

At first, he told himself it was nothing. He couldn’t let his own insecurities get in the way. But when he found himself zoning out while trying to finish his latest painting, thoughts of you and Changbin at the gym would seep in. The image of you two lifting weights, your smiles, your shared moments… it began to bother him more than he expected.

Then, the shift came one evening when he was finishing up a piece in the studio, and he heard the familiar sound of your footsteps approaching. He looked up to see you standing in the doorway, and for a split second, he wondered if you were tired from your workout, or if something had happened. You gave him your usual smile, your face glowing from the exertion, but something felt off to him.

“You want to join us tomorrow?” you asked casually, like it was no big deal.

But Hyunjin’s mind began to race. You weren’t just asking about a workout session; you were giving him an opening to step into that space with you and Changbin. And for some reason, the thought of it filled him with a kind of anxiousness he couldn’t quite explain.

“I don’t know…” he mumbled, staring at his paintbrush, his fingers gripping it tighter than usual. “I’ve got a lot to do here.”

You tilted your head, sensing something was off but not pressing. “Okay, no worries. Just thought I’d invite you.”

The next few days followed a similar pattern. He’d find himself either painting in his studio or pacing the apartment, unable to focus on his work. You’d come home from the gym, and there was this lingering tension in the air, something Hyunjin couldn’t shake.

Finally, it happened. You and Changbin were heading out to the gym, and Hyunjin found himself at a crossroads. He had been pretending for weeks now that he didn’t care, but that feeling of jealousy had only grown stronger with each passing day. Maybe it was the late-night texts you and Changbin had exchanged about workout tips, or the inside jokes you’d developed with him. Maybe it was the way you spoke about him so casually like a friend you’d been close with for years. But to Hyunjin, it felt like something else, something more, something he was losing out on.

“Wait,” he said suddenly, before you could close the door behind you. His voice cracked slightly, betraying the frustration he had been holding back.

You turned to him, confused. “Yeah?”

“I… I think I’ll join you both at the gym today,” he said, his words coming out in a rush. “I mean, if that’s alright?”

You blinked in surprise. This was unlike Hyunjin, who had never expressed any interest in working out with you before. You smiled softly, assuming it was just a one-time thing, maybe just a way for him to get out of his studio for a while.

“Oh, okay! Sure, come on, it’ll be fun.”

But deep down, Hyunjin wasn’t joining because he suddenly felt like getting fit. No, he was joining because he needed to be closer to you, needed to have more control over what was happening. He didn’t like how much time you were spending with Changbin.

The gym was always meant to be a space for you to unwind, a time where you could let off steam and feel good about yourself, but now it felt different. The moment Hyunjin showed up, you noticed the shift. Changbin greeted him, and there was a brief awkwardness in the air. It wasn’t that Changbin was upset, but he could tell something was off. He gave Hyunjin a friendly nudge, but Hyunjin was too distracted, too wrapped up in his own feelings of insecurity.

The session itself was strange. Hyunjin didn’t know what to do with himself. He’d pick up weights, pretend to follow along with you two, but his mind was somewhere else entirely. He caught himself watching how you and Changbin interacted how comfortable you were, how you laughed at his jokes, how close you seemed. His stomach churned with an unspoken fear of losing that, of losing you to the connection you shared with someone else.

After the workout, when the three of you were sitting together, Hyunjin realized he couldn’t pretend anymore. The jealousy, the discomfort, all of it was too much to hide. It wasn’t about the gym or Changbin at all it was about the fear that maybe, just maybe, he was losing a piece of you he thought he had all to himself.

He waited until you both were headed back home, the tension thick in the air. You glanced at him, sensing his mood, and that’s when he let it all spill out.

“I don’t like it…” he admitted softly. “I don’t like how much time you’re spending with him. It’s not about Changbin. I trust him, it’s just… I feel like I’m losing something, like I’m not enough anymore.”

You stopped in your tracks, eyes wide. “Hyunjin… you know I love you, right? I didn’t think you’d feel this way.”

His face softened, guilt washing over him for letting his feelings get this far. “I didn’t want to feel like this. I just… I’m scared. I don’t want to lose you.”

You reached for his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You haven’t lost me, Hyunjin. You never will. But you’ve got to trust me, trust us. Nothing’s going to change, okay?”

Hyunjin sighed, relief mingling with the heaviness in his chest. He knew it wasn’t about the gym or Changbin, it was about his own insecurities. And with you by his side, he could learn to let go of that fear.

HAN

You’d been so caught up in your own world lately. Between work, friends, and your hobbies, you didn’t even realize how distant things had become with Jisung. You had been spending more time with Seungmin, hanging out, going out, and laughing together. It wasn’t anything special at first. it was just easy, a friendship you both enjoyed. But lately, you felt something shift in the way you connected. Jisung had noticed, too, but he wasn’t saying anything. He kept it to himself, just like he always did when something bothered him.

One evening, you saw that a new movie had come out, a movie you and Jisung had been talking about watching together for weeks. You were both excited about it, and you had promised him you’d watch it the moment it was released. But when Seungmin invited you to hang out and go see the movie with him, you didn’t think twice. You figured Jisung would be fine with it. After all, you’d planned to watch it together, and it wasn’t like you were ditching him on purpose. You were just hanging out with a friend, right?

It wasn’t until you returned home that evening that you realized how wrong you were.

You walked in, expecting Jisung to be asleep or deep into his own world of music production, but instead, you found him sitting on the couch, looking uncharacteristically tense. He had been waiting for you. His eyes were locked on the screen, but his body was stiff, and his jaw was clenched, like he was holding something in.

“Hey, I’m back!” you said with a bright smile, tossing your bag onto the chair.

Jisung didn’t respond at first, his gaze still fixed on the TV. There was a long, uncomfortable silence before he finally turned to you, his face expressionless, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes hurt, disappointment. He couldn’t even look at you when he spoke.

“Had fun?” His voice was sharp, almost too casual, as if he was trying to hide the sting.

You froze, your smile faltering. “Yeah, it was good. Seungmin and I went to see that new rom com movie. It was really funny,” you said, not realizing how much the words would hurt him.

Jisung’s eyes darkened slightly, his lips pressing together in frustration. “You went to watch our movie... with Seungmin?”

You felt your heart drop at the change in his tone, but you couldn’t quite place the tension in his voice. “Jisung, I didn’t mean to... I just—”

“I know what you meant,” he snapped, cutting you off. “It’s fine. You’re allowed to do whatever you want.” He turned away from you, his posture tense, and you could see the way his fingers clenched into fists at his sides.

“Wait,” you said, stepping forward, trying to reach him. “Jisung, I didn’t think—”

“Didn’t think?” he repeated, turning back to face you, his face a mask of frustration and hurt. His eyes, usually so warm and full of laughter, were now clouded with something deeper, something darker. “You didn’t think. That’s the problem.”

You stood there, trying to piece it together. “I didn’t think what?”

Jisung finally let out a shaky breath, his emotions bubbling over in a way you had never seen before. “That movie,” he muttered, his voice trembling with emotion. “I’ve been talking about it for weeks. You promised me we would watch it together. And you went with Seungmin instead. Just like that.”

His words stung in ways you hadn’t expected. You tried to speak, but no words came. He was right. You had promised him you’d watch it together, and you had completely disregarded that promise. In the moment, it hadn’t even crossed your mind that it would hurt him. But now, as you saw the pain in his eyes, you realized just how much it meant to him.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” you said softly, your heart aching. “I just... I wasn’t thinking. I thought you’d be okay with it. I’m sorry.”

Jisung shook his head, his voice thick with emotion. “You don’t get it, do you? I’ve been wanting to do something with you. Something just the two of us. And you went with him instead. How long has this been going on, huh? How long have you been pushing me aside for Seungmin?”

The question hit you like a punch to the gut. You never realized how much Jisung had been internalizing his feelings, how much he had been keeping inside while you were just going along with things, assuming everything was fine. You thought your bond was strong enough to handle a little time apart, but for him, it was a breaking point. He felt replaced, ignored, and left behind.

“Jisung, no, that’s not what this is about—” you began, but he cut you off again, his voice rising in frustration.

“I’m not stupid!” he shouted, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. “I know when I’m being replaced. I know when I’m not enough for you anymore. You’ve been pulling away from me for weeks, and I didn’t say anything. I thought it was just in my head. But now... now I can’t pretend anymore.”

The raw pain in his voice hit you like a wave, and you felt the tears well up in your eyes as you reached for him, desperate to make him understand. “No, Jisung, I need you to know that this isn’t about you! I care about you so much. You’re not being replaced, I swear. I never meant to make you feel that way.”

But Jisung was already pulling away, his face crumpling with emotion. “You don’t get it, Y/N. Every time I tried to make plans with you, you were too busy with Seungmin. Every time I tried to be there for you, you were already gone. I’m not just some backup. I don’t want to be someone you’re only half invested in.”

The words hit harder than you ever thought they could. You knew he was hurt, but hearing it all laid out in front of you made it feel like a punch to the gut. You didn’t mean to make him feel this way. You didn’t know how deeply it was affecting him, how much he was bottling up inside.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice cracking. “I didn’t realize how much this was hurting you. I never wanted to make you feel this way.”

Jisung didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he just stood there, his shoulders shaking as the weight of it all finally hit him. His facade cracked, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you saw him break down in front of you. His voice was barely a whisper as he spoke again, a tremble in his words. “I don’t know if I can keep doing this. Keep pretending that I’m okay when I’m not.”

Your heart shattered at the sight of him, and you reached for him, pulling him into an embrace. But he didn’t hug you back right away. He just stood there, limp in your arms, his face buried in your shoulder as he let out a choked sob.

“I’m sorry, Jisung,” you whispered over and over, feeling the weight of his pain pressing down on you. “I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I promise we’ll fix this. I’ll make it up to you. Please don’t shut me out.”

Jisung didn’t respond. Instead, he just clung to you, his tears soaking your shirt as the rawness of everything finally broke free. You knew that this wasn’t going to be easy to fix. But for the first time, you understood the depth of his pain. And you knew that if you wanted to save your relationship, you had to start listening, really listening, to how he was feeling before it was too late.

felix

It had been weeks now, but it felt like Felix was slipping further and further away. At least, that’s how it seemed to you. In the beginning, he had always known how to strike that perfect balance between spending time with you and indulging in his own hobbies. He always made sure to give you the attention you needed, whether that was planning spontaneous dates or simply being present, talking about your day, or even just lying in silence together. You were both busy people, but the moments you spent together were cherished.

But lately? Lately, Felix seemed distracted. He was often glued to his games, headphones on, fully immersed in his world, leaving you to feel like an outsider in your own relationship. The first few times, you brushed it off he was just in his zone. But it became a pattern. You would arrive at his place, excited to spend time together, only for him to be absorbed in his game, leaving you to sit quietly on the couch. He would tell you, “Just a few more minutes,” or “I’m almost done with this round,” his attention more on the screen than you.

You had tried to understand, tried to tell yourself that it was no big deal. But the more it happened, the more frustrated you became. It wasn’t that you didn’t want him to enjoy his hobby, but it felt like you were becoming invisible to him. The moments that used to be filled with warmth and laughter now felt empty and lonely.

Today, you had planned to spend some much needed quality time together, but as usual, Felix was too focused on his game. He barely noticed when you walked into the living room. He greeted you with a distracted, “Hey, babe,” before putting his headset back on, signaling he was about to talk to his friends again.

It hurt. More than you expected it to.

You had always tried to be patient, to understand his need for downtime, but there was only so much you could take. You tried to sit next to him, but as soon as you did, you felt like an interruption. He barely acknowledged your presence, his attention fixed on his screen and the voices of his friends through the headset.

A surge of frustration bubbled up, and you stood up, pacing the room. “Felix, seriously? Can you give me some attention for once?”

“Just a few more minutes, please,” he said, barely looking at you. His voice was soft, but there was an edge of irritation in it, as if your request was an inconvenience.

You stood there for a moment, trying to hold it in, but the hurt was too much. “I’m not asking for much, Felix. I’m just asking for a little time together.”

His eyes flickered to you for a moment, his expression apologetic, but he didn’t take off his headset or pause his game. He didn’t even turn the volume down. You stood there, feeling small and invisible, before the frustration finally overtook you.

“I’m going to the living room,” you muttered, walking out of the room before he could say anything.

In the living room, you found Jeongin lounging on the couch, his phone in hand, scrolling through something. He looked up when you entered, offering a half-smile.

“What’s going on?” he asked casually, noticing the way you were clearly fuming.

“Felix is being…” You trailed off, unable to fully explain. “He’s just been ignoring me all day. I’m so frustrated.”

Jeongin raised an eyebrow. “Oh, so he’s gaming again?”

You nodded, rubbing your temples. “Yeah, that’s all he does now. I don’t even know why I’m surprised at this point.”

Jeongin’s expression softened slightly. “Sounds like you need to get out of here for a bit.”

You laughed bitterly. “You’re not wrong.”

Jeongin tilted his head, considering. “Want to do something? I’m free.”

You hesitated, looking at him. It wasn’t like you hadn’t spent time with Jeongin before, but you also didn’t want to make Felix feel more neglected than he probably already did. But at the same time, you couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine when it wasn’t.

“Yeah, let’s go shopping,” you suggested, needing a change of scenery, needing to not be stuck in that apartment feeling invisible.

Jeongin jumped up, clearly excited. “Shopping? I’m in. Let’s go.”

You grabbed your purse and walked out without telling Felix anything. You weren’t sure why you felt so petty, but you didn’t feel like explaining yourself to him right now. You needed space from Felix, space from the frustration that had been building up. You just wanted to feel like you mattered again, like you weren’t always second to his games.

A few hours later, you were walking around the mall with Jeongin, laughing at random things, enjoying the simplicity of not having to deal with the tension back at the apartment. You didn’t think about Felix, didn’t even check your phone until it buzzed in your pocket.

It was a call from him.

You sighed before answering. “Hey.”

“You’re not here,” Felix’s voice came through, and there was a clear note of annoyance in it. “I’ve been waiting for you. Where did you go?”

You didn’t feel guilty at first. You just felt exhausted. “I’m out. With Innie.”

“Innie?” Felix’s voice tightened, and you could almost hear him grip the phone harder. “You left to go hang out with him instead of being here with me?”

You froze, the frustration from earlier bubbling up again. “I didn’t leave to hang out with Jeongin. I left because you’ve been completely ignoring me, Felix. You’ve been glued to your game all day, and I’ve tried to be patient, but it’s like I don’t even exist when you’re playing.”

There was silence on the other end, and for a moment, you thought Felix was going to apologize. But when he spoke again, his tone was sharp. “So this is how it’s going to be? You’re going to leave just because I’m playing a game? That’s really mature of you.”

You blinked, taken aback by the sudden snap in his voice. “Felix, I’m not asking you to drop everything, but I can’t keep being ignored like this. I want to spend time with you, but it feels like you don’t care about that anymore.”

The line was silent for a long moment, and you could feel your heart sinking. When he finally spoke again, his words were cold. “I guess I’m just not enough for you, huh?”

Your chest tightened at the finality in his words. “That’s not it, Felix. I just… I want to feel like I matter.”

There was another beat of silence, then the sound of a frustrated sigh. “Fine. Whatever,” he muttered before ending the call without another word.

You stood there, staring at your phone, your heart heavy with disappointment. You hadn’t expected it to go like this. You hadn’t expected him to snap at you, to treat your feelings like they were an inconvenience. It felt like the distance between you was growing, and no matter how hard you tried to reach out, he was always slipping away.

You pocketed your phone, feeling that weight settle in your chest. Jeongin, who had been watching you quietly, raised an eyebrow. “You okay?”

You shook your head, trying to push the tears back. “No. I don’t know what’s going on anymore. It’s like I’m invisible.”

Jeongin stepped closer, his expression softer now. “You’re not invisible. You’re just… you’re just trying to get him to notice you. And sometimes people don’t realize what they have until it’s gone.”

You nodded slowly, swallowing hard. “I hope he realizes before it’s too late.”

seungmin

The last few weeks had been suffocating for Seungmin, and it wasn’t something he knew how to talk about. He prided himself on being calm, collected, the one who could weather any storm without letting emotions take control. But this feeling, this unbearable weight that had settled in his chest, had been eating away at him with every passing day.

You had always been important to him, but the more time you spent with Hyunjin, the more it felt like something was slipping away. It wasn’t just that you were getting close to him it was that Hyunjin was everything you seemed to want now. It started so innocently. You mentioned you were interested in learning how to paint, and naturally, Hyunjin, being the artist he was, had offered to teach you. But what had started as a casual hobby had quickly turned into something much more intimate.

You and Hyunjin had spent hours together, learning techniques, laughing at the mess you made, sharing quiet moments over your canvas. At first, Seungmin tried to brush it off. He told himself it was just a phase, just something new you were interested in. He told himself there was no reason to be jealous, that it was silly to feel left out. But as the days went by, he began to notice something else. Something deeper.

The way you looked at Hyunjin, the way you smiled when he praised your work, the way your eyes sparkled with excitement whenever you talked about your painting sessions. It cut through him like a knife. It was as if the bond you and Seungmin had shared for so long was being slowly replaced, piece by piece, with Hyunjin. The more you two connected, the less Seungmin seemed to matter. You used to tell him everything. You used to come to him with the smallest details of your day, your worries, your joys. But now? Now, it was Hyunjin you turned to. It was Hyunjin who was there when you needed someone to talk to, and it was Hyunjin who made you laugh, who gave you that look of admiration and praise.

It didn’t take long for Seungmin to start feeling like an outsider in his own life.

The worst part was that he couldn’t bring himself to express any of it to you. Every time he tried to put the words together, something stopped him. He was scared of sounding petty, of sounding possessive, of ruining what little time you had with him. He told himself that you had every right to spend time with anyone you wanted, but the pain was growing unbearable, suffocating him with every minute that passed. It felt like he was watching someone else claim the part of you that had always belonged to him.

And so, he did what he always did, he buried it. Seungmin stopped reaching out to you, stopped asking how your painting was going. He kept his distance when he saw you and Hyunjin laughing together in the corner of the room, pretending he didn’t notice how it made his chest tighten. He began avoiding eye contact, pulling away even more whenever you came near. He didn't want to admit that it was jealousy eating him alive. He didn't want to admit that he was terrified of losing you.

You, oblivious to the storm raging inside him, continued on as if nothing had changed. Every time you mentioned Hyunjin, every time you excitedly told him about the next technique Hyunjin had taught you, it was like another knife to his heart. He wanted to be happy for you. He wanted to be the one to encourage your new hobby, but it felt so hollow.

It all came to a breaking point one night, during another quiet hangout. You were sitting on the floor, Hyunjin next to you, as you both worked on your paintings. You had been so close to him, your shoulders brushing as you exchanged thoughts on color palettes. Seungmin couldn’t take it anymore. The room felt suffocating, the noise of everyone around him fading as his gaze fixated on the two of you. The jealousy, the hurt, all bubbled to the surface.

He snapped before he could stop himself. “Are you two done?” His voice was sharp, cutting through the room like a blade. You flinched, and the others looked over at him, confused.

“What?” you asked, clearly taken aback by the sudden outburst.

“You’ve been glued to him all night,” Seungmin spat, his voice filled with raw pain. “Are you even going to look at me tonight, or is it just him? You don’t seem to care about anyone else anymore.”

The words felt like they had been ripped from his chest, but the second they left his mouth, regret came crashing down on him. This wasn’t him. This wasn’t the Seungmin you knew. But it was too late. The damage was done.

Hyunjin, who had been silent up until then, stood up, his eyes narrowed in defense. “What the hell is that supposed to mean, Seungmin? She’s just learning something new. What’s your problem?”

Seungmin turned to him, his fists clenched. He hated the way Hyunjin was standing up for you, but more than that, he hated the way it made him feel small. “My problem is that she’s all you care about now. You’re the one who’s always there for her. Not me.”

Seungmin couldn’t look at either of you anymore. He stormed out of the room, unable to stay in that suffocating atmosphere for another second. He couldn’t even look at you, he couldn’t bear to see the disappointment in your eyes.

You followed him, calling his name softly as you found him standing by the door, trying to control his breathing. He was shaking. His mind was racing, but it was too late to take anything back. He had said the words. He had let the jealousy get the best of him, and now he couldn’t fix it.

“Seungmin,” you said softly, but your voice sounded so far away. “What’s going on? You’ve been avoiding me for days, and now this… what are you even trying to say?”

He couldn’t look at you. “I don’t know,” he muttered. “I don’t know anymore. Maybe… maybe I’m just scared that you’ll… you’ll stop needing me. That you’ll find someone else who fits better with you.”

You stepped closer, but his words seemed to have knocked the air from your lungs. You looked at him, and for the first time, Seungmin saw the hurt in your eyes. Not the confusion, but the real hurt. The realization that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t the person you thought he was anymore.

"Seungmin…" you whispered, your voice broken. "You’ve been pushing me away for weeks. I didn’t know you were feeling like this. I thought we were okay."

He swallowed hard, shaking his head. “I thought if I stayed quiet, if I just… kept my distance, I wouldn’t mess this up. But I did. I know I did.”

You took another step forward, your voice trembling as you said, “You don’t have to push me away. I’m here. But if you’re not honest with me, if you keep hiding from me, I don’t know how we can fix this.”

Seungmin felt the crushing weight of his mistake pressing on his chest. Could he fix this? Could he fix the distance that had grown between you, the jealousy that had turned into bitterness? He wasn’t sure. But the silence between you two felt like it was stretching on forever, and for the first time, Seungmin felt the real fear of losing you, not just to Hyunjin, but to his own insecurities.

I.N

The soft hum of the kitchen was interrupted only by the gentle scrape of your spatula against the bowl. You had been working on this cake for hours, mixing, measuring, perfecting. It wasn’t just any cake. It was for Jisung, your close friend, the one who had always encouraged your love for baking. Ever since he’d asked you to teach him how to bake, you’d grown even closer, bonding over the shared experience of perfecting recipes and creating something sweet together. You knew how much he loved your desserts, and it felt special almost intimate in the way he appreciated your effort.

You were genuinely excited, and that excitement kept you focused as you carefully put the batter into a pan. It was a symbol of your friendship, a gesture of gratitude for his constant support. You smiled to yourself, imagining his reaction when he saw it later, the way his eyes would light up. Jisung had always been the kind of friend who made every moment feel lighthearted, and it meant the world that he would be celebrating with you today.

But as you concentrated on the final details, you noticed the change in the room. The weight of the air shifted, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Every time Jeongin passed by, there was a distinct tension that you couldn’t ignore. It was subtle at first, just a flicker of annoyance in his eyes when he walked past. A slight edge in his tone when he grabbed a drink from the fridge and mumbled, "Still working on that stupid cake?" The words weren’t harsh, but they carried an undertone of something deeper, something you couldn’t quite place.

You had always teased Jeongin about his jealousy. The way his eyes would narrow whenever you spent time with other people or how his voice would take on a playful but sharp edge when someone else had your attention. You always called him cute, told him not to worry, reassured him that he was the one who mattered most. It was always just a little game, a tease, a shared joke between the two of you. But today, there was no playfulness in his reactions. No warmth in his scowl.

The moment he asked if you wanted to go for a walk, you didn’t think much of it. Normally, you’d jump at the chance to spend time with him, especially with the weather being so nice. But today, you couldn’t. The cake was still in the oven, and there was this gnawing excitement within you that you couldn’t shake. "Not now, I’m almost done with this," you replied without hesitation. It wasn’t anything personal, it wasn’t about him it was about the cake, about Jisung’s birthday, about something you were doing for a friend.

But Jeongin’s eyes darkened in response, and his voice dropped into something dangerously quiet. "Why are you baking a cake for him? You’ve never baked one for me." There was no teasing this time, no hint of joking. His words were sharp, biting. "It seems too romantic, don’t you think? Don’t you see it?"

Your heart skipped a beat. You hadn’t realized just how deep his feelings ran, or how much he had been bottling up. You thought it was a harmless joke between you two, but this... this was different. You looked up at him, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten. His eyes were wide, hurt, and angry, all at once. It was a look you had never seen before, and it sent a wave of guilt crashing over you.

"Jeongin, it’s not like that," you tried to explain, your voice softening, but your hands were trembling now, the frosting you had just prepared, forgotten. "It’s just a cake. It’s for Jisung. I—"

"Yeah, but why him?" Jeongin interrupted, his voice growing louder, desperation creeping into it. "Why does it always have to be everyone else? You never think about me, never do something like that for me. I always tell you that I don’t mind, but I do. You never see it. You always act like I’m just some joke, like my feelings don’t matter."

You froze. Your mind raced to find the right words, but all you could hear was the pounding of your heart in your ears. The weight of his words was suffocating, and suddenly the kitchen, the cake, the warm air that had once been comforting, felt like a prison. You had never realized how much Jeongin needed you, how much he felt overlooked, overshadowed. You had never noticed how deeply his jealousy ran, how much he had been quietly aching, all the while you had thought of it as something harmless, something sweet.

"I didn’t mean to hurt you," you whispered, but the words didn’t seem to matter. Jeongin’s gaze dropped, his jaw tightening as his frustration boiled over.

"Yeah, well, maybe I’m tired of pretending I’m okay with it," he muttered under his breath. "Maybe I’m tired of always being the afterthought."

The truth of his words landed with an ache in your chest. It wasn’t just about the cake. It wasn’t even about Jisung. It was about the months, the years, of you and Jeongin existing in this delicate balance where you never saw how much he needed you, how much he craved the same kind of attention you gave to everyone else. The realization hit you with a cruel force: you had been so caught up in your own world, in your friendships, in the gestures you thought were innocent, that you had missed the small things the subtle signs that showed Jeongin was hurting.

Your head spun, and before you could even comprehend what was happening, the sharp scent of burnt cake cut through the air. You looked at the oven, horror rising in your throat as you rushed to it. The cake, your hours of work was ruined. The edges were blackened, the once-soft sponge now a charred mess.

It was gone. Everything you had worked for, every hope you’d had of giving Jisung a perfect birthday surprise, gone in an instant.

You turned to Jeongin, your face flushed with frustration, helplessness, and something darker. "Are you happy now?" you bit out, your voice sharp and full of anger you didn’t know you had. "Is this what you wanted? I’ve spent hours working on this cake, and now it’s ruined. Just like everything else."

Jeongin didn’t respond. He stood there, staring at you, a mixture of guilt and anger in his eyes. But it wasn’t enough. Not enough for you to stop. Without thinking, you stormed out of the kitchen, your heart pounding in your chest as you fled to the solitude of your room.

The anger didn’t fade. The guilt didn’t ease. You had never felt so utterly disconnected from him, yet somehow, in that distance, you also realized how desperately you needed to fix what had been broken.

//

masterlist.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Just to Learn That You Never Cared

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Synopsis: always leaving class together to go fight crime leads people to think you’re dating when in reality you’re barely even friends. That is, until you agree to fake a relationship to keep your secret life a secret

requested/idea by @usoppsstar

Masterlist

“Oh, hey. Your girlfriend left this in class.” One of Peter’s classmates said as he tossed Peter a hoodie.

“Oh. Thanks.” Peter said before realizing what the person had said. He turned the hoodie over in his hands and recognized it as yours. His face warmed up in a blush when he realized you had just been mistaken for his girlfriend. He shoved the hoodie into his bag and wondered if he should tell you or not.

Peter saw you later that night on a rooftop you frequented often. You were in your suit, as was he, but had your mask sitting beside you. You were munching on a bag of chips and wordlessly extended them to him when he landed on the rooftop beside you. He smiled graciously and took a few before sitting down next to you. Your knees were touching but neither of you moved away.

“You left this in physics, dingus.” Peter said and handed you your hoodie.

“Oh, thanks. We had to run out of there so fast to save that lady. I must’ve left it behind.” You smiled gratefully and pulled it over your head. Peter felt bad that his high tech suit had built in heaters and your homemade suit was probably leaving you freezing every night. He wanted to suggest sharing his warmth, but he didn’t want to overstep.

“I know. Thank God she called the police on those kids for selling lemonade without a permit. I’m really glad we left a test to go witness that heinous crime.”

“It’s not all bad. We did get to see the cops arrest her for wasting their time by making a fake police report, which is always satisfying. And the kids gave us free lemonade. But I think calling it “homemade” was bullshit. I know Minute Maid when I taste it.” You replied, making Peter chuckle.

“You’re right. Both those things were enjoyable.” Peter agreed. “But I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I feel like we have to leave class every other day.”

“I know. Why did we have to pick a college in such a Karen ridden neighborhood?” You sighed.

“Because we wanted to go to the good school with the good science program. We should’ve known the neighborhood would be full of bored housewives who call the police whenever they have a minor complaint. It was our own hubris.”

“It was.” You chuckled and said looked over at him. You exchanged soft smiles before you looked over at the city horizon. Peters eyes never left you and he cleared his throat to get your attention.

“So, uh, my aunt and I were gonna get Chinese food later. At the place that got shut down for being a front for money laundering but that was really just a front for a second Chinese food chain.”

“Oh, I love that place.”

“Yeah. It’s great.” He nodded. “Anyways, you should totally come-“

Peter was cut off by the police radio he wired to his phone going off. He rolled his eyes and checked what the alert was.

“Damn it. Robbery at the bakery on 9th.” He told you.

“Lowkey, I’d do the same. Their cream puffs made me cream.” You said as you put your mask back on.

“Haha, yeah.” Peter chuckled. “Wait, what?”

“You should get some sleep. I’ll handle the robbery. But I’ll catch you tomorrow, Parker. Get home safe.” You saluted him before falling backwards off the building.

“I love you too.” Peter sighed.

“Did you say something?” You asked and popped back up.

“No.” Peter quickly lied.

“Okay. Well, see you tomorrow.” You waved to him and disappeared again. Peter let out another sigh before swinging home.

The next day, you ran after one of your classmates once class was let out.

“Hey, Carly. I emailed you my notes from the class you missed.” You told her.

“Thank you so much. You’re a life saver.” She replied. “Oh, and could you tell your boyfriend that band practice is in the gym today?”

“Yeah, sure. No problem.” You agreed. She was about to walk away when you realized what she had said.

“Wait, what am I saying?” You wondered. “Who’s my boyfriend?”

“You know. That guy with the prescription shoes.” Carly answered. You tilted your head in confusion until you realized you knew exactly who she was talking about.

“Wait, Peter?” You laughed in surprise. You expected her to laugh too and reveal she was just kidding but she looked completely serious.

“Oh, right. Peter. Why do I always think his name is Timmy?” Carly wondered.

“Because he looks like a Timmy. He gets it all the time.” You waved your hand. “And his shoes are not prescription. He just bought women’s platform shoes because he wanted to be taller and didn’t think anyone could tell.”

“We can.” Carly mumbled.

“I know.” You agreed. “But, I’m getting off topic. Timmy is not my boyfriend. I mean, Peter is not my boyfriend.”

“Whatever label you guys use, can you tell him that wind ensemble is meeting in the gym instead of the choir room? The sopranos kicked us out again to practice or do drugs or something.” Carly explained. You furrowed your eyebrows at her and tried to figure out if she was joking or not.

“The label? I’m so lost. Who told you that Peter’s my boyfriend?”

“Nobody told me.” She shrugged. “Everyone just knows that you guys are a couple.”

“Well how would they know something that isn’t true?” You asked and folded your arms.

“I mean, it’s not like you guys try to keep it a secret. Between all the whispering and staying close by each other. Plus you’re always sneaking out of class together or showing up late. And if one of you is absent, the other always is too. It’s been like that since high school. People just put two and two together I guess. Why, did you want to to be secret?”

“I didn’t want it to be anything. We’re not even dating.” You insisted and felt like you were going crazy.

“You don’t have to deny it.” Carly laughed. “I know feelings are weird and gross and stuff and you’ve never been the relationship type, but I think this guy is good for you. He brings something out in you. I don’t know. But you guys are cute. I love seeing the nice loser and assertive pretty girl troupe in real life.”

“Oh. Well, thank you.” You calmed down momentarily and smiled a little. Carly walked away and your smile quickly faded when you remembered what she had said. You looked around the hallway and saw another student holding an instrument.

“Hey. Band nerd.” You called out to him.

“Me?” He asked and pointed to himself.

“Yes, you. You had to let go of your saxophone case to point to yourself. Have you seen my boyfriend today?” You asked him.

“Peter? I haven’t seen him since yesterday in-“

“That sentence better not end with “wind ensemble” or I’m gonna lose it.”

“It was wind ensemble.” He said quickly.

“I’m leaving.” You shook your head and walked away from him. You pulled out your phone and went straight to your schools “campus sweethearts” page on instagram. Sure enough, there was a picture of you and Peter sitting next to each other right at the top of the page. You had your head thrown back laughing at something he was saying and he was looking at you fondly. You let out a shocked gasp and before walking out into the courtyard to look for Peter. You spotted him on a bench and smiled.

“Yes. Thank you, small campus”. You pumped your fist and went to sit next to him.

“Oh, hi. I was just thinking about you-“

“Someone is spreading a horrible rumor about you.” You cut him off.

“Oh no.” Peter frowned. “What is it? Is it bad?”

“Horrible.” You shook your head. “Peter, they’re saying you’re in wind ensemble.”

“Oh, I am.” Peter shrugged.

“Huh?”

“I play the clarinet . See. Clarinet.” Peter said and lifted up his little black clarinet case.

“Huh?” You said louder.

“I used to play in high school, pre-bite but post 9/11. I saw a flyer for orchestra on campus so I joined.”

“And you didn’t tell me?” You practically shouted. Peter knew you weren’t happy but felt strangely honored that you were so upset over him not telling you something about her personal life.

“Because I know how you feel about band nerds.” He replied. “And you and I don’t really talk about non-work related things. I didn’t think you’d care.”

“Are you kidding me? Of course I care.” You insisted. “My rumored boyfriend has been in wind ensemble this whole time and I didn’t even know?”

“Wait, rumored boyfriend? Who, me?” Peter asked in surprised.

“So you didn’t know about this either?”

“No. I mean, someone did refer to you as my girlfriend the other day but I thought it was just an accident. People think you and me are dating?” Peter asked and tried not to look as pleased as he felt.

“Apparently. I’ve had multiple people refer to you as my boyfriend today. And look. We’re on the campus couples Instagram page.” You said and held up your phone.

“Ew. We have one of those?” Peter grimaced and took your phone to see the picture better.

“Yeah. I honestly think the principle runs it.” You replied. Peter was quiet as he stared at the picture for a while.

“What?” You wondered.

“Nothing. This just a cute picture of us. And I think the only picture of us.” He said with a shy smile. You frowned and looked at the picture again before realizing he was right.

“Carly said people think we’re dating since we’re always sneaking off together.” You told him. Peter thought out this for a minute and then made another connection.

“Ohhhh.” He said and nodded his head.

“What?”

“This explains why the boys congratulated me on the bus back to New York after the Washington monument trip for losing my virginity at a historic landmark.”

“You lost your virginity on that trip? To who?” You whispered harshly and felt jealousy burning through your veins.

“You, apparently.” He laughed. “You and I disappeared to get the glowy alien egg bomb thing back and I guess everyone assumed we were off desecrating a national monument.”

“Oh my God. That was like 3 years ago.” You realized. “People have thought we were dating this whole time? We need to put a stop to this.”

“Yeah. You’re right. Or…” Peter trailed off and gave you a look.

“Or?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Or, we lean into it.” He suggested. “We let people think it. We encourage it, even.”

“Why would we do that?”

“People have been suspicious about where we go and what we’re doing since high school. We can only fake so many illnesses and I ran out of grandparents to lie about the death of by junior year. So if people already made up a reason, maybe we should let them think that. We don’t have to go out of our way to confirm it but we can keep the assumption going to keep them from finding out what we’re really doing.”

“So you think we should let people think we’re dating so they stop wondering about what we’re always off doing?”

“That’s exactly what I just said, yes.” Peter nodded.

“Hey. Be nicer to your fake girlfriend.” You said and smacked his arm.

“I’m sorry. I will.” Peter blushed and rubbed his arm. You felt bad for hitting him and wrapped both arms around him to rub them up and down. He smiled softly at you and you sat in comfortable silence for a moment.

“You play the clarinet?” You asked after a minute.

“Squidward made it look so cool.” Peter shrugged.

“Did he?” You asked, making Peter laugh.

“No.” He admitted.

The next day, you and Peter walked to school together with the understanding that from then on out, you were going to play the part of a happy couple. You weren’t going to go around announcing it to everyone or anything. You just needed to convince the few that didn’t already believe the rumor and confirm things for the ones who did believe it.

“You ready for this?” You asked Peter as you stepped into campus.

“I think so. Maybe we should hold hands or something. You know, since people think we’re dating.” Peter suggested and tried to make it sound like it didn’t matter to him.

“I guess so.” You shrugged and held out your hand. Peter eagerly took your hand and took note of the way it fit in his like it was made for him.

“This is weird.” You whispered to him, popping his bubble.

“Why? Are my hands sweaty?” He panicked.

“No. Just really, really hot.” You told him. “It’s just weird that nobody seems to care that we’re holding hands right now.”

“I mean, we are just two random people with almost no social presence.”

“That’s true. I guess I just thought people would care more.” You admitted as you looked around the campus. No one was phased by you and Peter, but he was too busy enjoying the moment to realize it.

“Are you disappointed?” He asked you.

“Yeah. I wore my best bra because I thought I’d be getting more attention today.” You frowned and adjusted the strap of your bra.

“It’s okay. I’ll take one for the team and stare at your boobs.” Peter assured you.

“Aw. Thank you.” You gushed and gave his hand a squeeze.

You got to your physics class and sat together at your usual lab table. Peter looked around the classroom while you carried on as usual.

“Maybe I should put my arm around you. You know, to really convince people.” Peter suggested with a shy blush on his face.

“Is that really something people do?” You genuinely wondered. “I feel like I never see couples with their arms around each other.”

“Actually, I don’t think I have either. But let’s try it anyway.” He said and wrapped an arm around you. You scooted closer to him so that you could comfortably lean into him. You quickly realized you didn’t hate it and let out a content sigh.

“Hm.” Peter made a little noise at the back of his throat.

“What?” You asked him.

“Our height difference makes this hurt my shoulder.” He leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“Then move your arm.” You whispered back.

“I can’t. I just wrapped it around you. It’ll look weird if I immediately take it off.” Peter said as he covered behind him to see who was looking.

“Or, consider this. Nobody in this entire city, and dare I say world, cares where your arm is right now.” You whispered harshly.

“Fine. I’ll remove it. But I have to give a reason.” He told you before loudly clearing his throat.

“Ah. Sorry, babe. I can’t cuddle you right now. My arm is sore from band practice.” Peter said loud enough for everyone in the classroom to hear him. You hung your head in shame and heard people murmuring about his strange comment.

“Oh God.” Peter gulped. “People are looking. They’re gonna know something is up. I have to put it back.”

He went to put his arm back around you but you stopped him before he could draw any more attention to the two of you.

“Just do this.” You whispered to him and pulled his stool closer to you and turned towards him a little. Your knees and were touching and you were now facing each other.

“That’s it? No one can even see this.” Peter said in disappointment. He thought being your fake boyfriend would bring you guys closer but you were sitting the way you always sat in class.

“It’s not about what people can see. It’s about proximity.” You explained. “We’re sitting closer together than anyone else is without being egregious about it. It’s a simple touch. If we’ve been together as long as people think we have, we don’t need to be wrapped around each other all the time. A simple touch to let the other know we’re there is all we need.”

Peter was silent as he stared at you following your explanation. He stared for so long that you felt yourself blush under the eye contact.

“What?” You asked him.

“I like the way you explain things.” Peter said simply. You quickly looked down so he wouldn’t see the effect that comment had on you and took a moment to collect yourself.

“It’s just something I thought of.” You shrugged.

“I know. But I never would have thought of that. Especially not as naturally as it did for you. You’re so quick.”

“Thank you.” You laughed shyly and found yourself unable to look away from him. Peter opened his mouth to say something to keep the momentum rolling but his phone interrupted him.

“Shoot. Sus-tivity on the b bridge.” He whispered.

“What the hell does that mean?” You asked at full volume.

“It means there’s suspicious activity on the Brooklyn bridge.” He rolled his eyes. “We have to act fast so I didn’t have time to say the whole thing.”

“But you just said the whole thing. And the abridged version. So it took twice as long.”

“Shh.” He waved his hand. “We gotta go.”

You reluctantly collected your things and took Peter’s hand to pull him out of his seat. Peter followed you out the classroom but the teacher cleared her throat when you walked by.

“And where are you two going?” She asked. You and Peter exchanged looks as the class snickered and murmured their theories about what exactly you were heading off to do.

“I’m sorry, Dr. Pepper. My girlfriend and I have to leave class unexpectedly. Please excuse us. It’s urgent.” Peter’s said politely.

“I bet it’s urgent, Parker.” A boy snickered, making serval classmates laugh.

“Gross.” You wrinkled your noses and looked at the boys in disdain.

“Fine.” The teacher sighed. “The only reason I don’t write you two up for skipping so often is because you somehow have the best grades in the class. Go on. Just get the homework done.”

“We will.” You assured her before leaving the room with Peter. Peter noticed that you didn’t drop his hand even when you were alone in the hallway.

“Hey, you know that teachers name is Dr. Zhang and not Dr. Pepper, right?” You asked him.

“Oh my God.” Peter gasped. “Is it really? I’ve emailed her so many times and said “Dear Dr. Pepper”. We have to drop out.”

You laughed and held his hand the rest of the way out of the building.

That night, Peter laid in his bed with his phone held close to his face. He had been trying to figure out what to text you to let you know he had been thinking of you.

“I had fun fighting crime with you today” He wrote out. He read it over before scrunching his nose.

“No. Too cringe. She is not gonna fall in love with someone that says “fighting crime”. I’m not Paw Patrol.” He said like it was obvious. He deleted his text and thought of another one.

“I had a good time today, we make a good team” He wrote out instead. He read it a few times until he found issue with it.

“Oh, you had a good time stopping those break dancers that were obstructing that Sbarro? That’ll catch her attention.” Peter said sarcastically and deleted the text.

“have a goodnight :)” He typed out and then shook his head.

“No. Wayyyy too horny.” He sighed and deleted it again.

“night” He wrote out and read it a few times.

“This is good. I can work with this.” He nodded. He was about to workshop it when a text from you popped up.

“pick a color” It said. Peters heart skipped a beat at the vague message and replied with the first color that popped into his head.

“blue”

“thank u” You wrote back within seconds. Peters heart stopped pounded and the disappointment that the conversation was over settled in. After all these years of fighting crime together, you two never really managed to make it past the coworkers stage. He was desperate for more but never knew how to get there.

“no homo but I had fun fighting crime with you today” You suddenly texted again. A smile tugged at Peter’s lips and he touched his as if it were your face.

“ok paw patrol” He wrote back. Back in your room, you were laughing at his text and trying to think of a witty reply.

“ur mad bc you know I’m the chase 🐶” You texted him.

“if ur the Chase then who am I?”

“plssss ur such a marshall” You wrote back.

“but that’s the third most important dog :(“ Peter replied.

“well yes but he’s cute and wears red so the little paw patrol shoe fits” You answered. A blush painted Peters cheeks over you calling him cute but he didn’t want to read too much into it.

“Im wearing red right now😳” He texted back.

“oh I bet you are” You answered, making him laugh. He kept the conversation going for about an hour before duty called once again. Peter groaned and put his suit on before swinging to the scene of the crime. He met you there and stopped the crime before stopping on a nearby rooftop to rest.

“These burglars aren’t very considerate of our sleep schedules. Who robs a Jersey Mikes after midnight? Or, like, ever?” Peter huffed as he tugged his mask off.

“I know. They’re always at inconvenient times. I was in the middle of painting my nails.”

“Can I see?” He asked in a soft voice. You pulled your gloves off and held out your hand for him to see.

“Look. Blue. But I only got half way through before Mike’s was targeted.”

“It’s okay. They still look pretty.” Peter complimented you with a soft smile.

“Thanks. You picked a good color.” You replied.

“What do you mean?” He frowned.

“I told you to pick a color. This is why.” You explained and held out your hand again. His eyes lit up at this new information and he took your hand to see your nails closer.

“You let me chose your nail color?” He smiled fondly.

“Well I didn’t know what to chose so I thought I’d ask the audience.” You shrugged and felt shy all of the sudden.

“Oh. And I’m the target audience, huh?” Peter smirked and turned towards you.

“I never said target.” You teased him and shoved him shoulder.

“I must be hearing things, then.” He shrugged as you both smiled.

“Yeah. Must be.” You said in a soft voice as you stared into his eyes. Peter gulped before making a bold move and taking your hand again under the guise of looking at your nails.

“Look at you. You even got my favorite shade.” He noted.

“You like “Eating For Blue”?” You pretended to gasp.

“Is that really the name of the color?” He laughed.

“Uh huh. It was apart of Essie’s baby fever collection. I almost chose “All In Blue Time” but that’s one tends to get little air bubbles and they give me agida. And I used to have “A Dream Come Blue” but it rolled under the sink so it belongs to the dust bunnies now.” You shrugged as you checked out your nails.

“Wow. This is all new information to me. So, are all nail polish colors named after puns and wordplay?” He asked as he stared into your eyes. He didn’t really care, but he was finally getting somewhere with you and didn’t want it to end.

“In my experience, yes. Not always color related wordplay but always something that makes you go yeah, I guess this shade of beige is what the word “ladylike” would be as a color.”

“This is blowing my mind right now.” Peter chuckled.

“You mean blue-ing your mind.” You corrected and tapped the side of your head.

“I think you inhaled too many of those fumes. Because that was not funny.” Peter said through a laugh.

“What?” You pretended to be offended. “You’re literally laughing right now. I’m so funny.”

“You are.” Peter admitted when his laughter died down. You stared into eyes for a minute before smiling.

“Is that what you rumored saw in me?” You asked him.

“Probably.” He chuckled. “I also heard a rumor that I think you’re really pretty. Like, the prettiest girl I was ever rumored to have allegedly seen.”

“Now you’re the one who’s looney from the fumes because that’s a straight up lie. I know you’ve seen prettier girls because I was standing right next to you when Anne Hathaway left that diner.” You said without making eye contact with him. Things were moving a little too fast and you needed it hit the brakes for a second.

“Oh, yeah. You’re right.” Peter forced a laugh and awkwardly looked over at the cityscape when he realized you were politely telling him to pull back.

“But I appreciate it.” You said after a beat of silence.

“Of course. Sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking saying that.” He laughed nervously. “I was just getting caught up in the fake dating. We’ve been doing it for so long that it felt real.”

“We only started this morning.” You reminded him.

“Right. Well, it’s late. I’m gonna go home.” He said quickly and stood up. He had just blown that and needed to leave as quickly as possible.

“Okay. Goodnight. See you at school.” You called after him. Peter swung home with tears in his eyes and went straight to bed, missing your text about having fun fighting another crime.

The next day at school, Peter decided to start over and push last night from his mind. He played the part of your boyfriend to the best of his abilities and opened every door, pulled out every seat, and carried ever book for you all day long. Then he did it the next day, and the day after that. He kept his mouth shut about his feelings day in and day out no matter how painful it was getting. You and Peter had finally moved past the coworker stage and become real friends so he didn’t want to sabotage it all by telling you that he spent his days wishing for more.

“What are your plans tonight?” You asked him one day as you walked out of class together.

“My aunt is going out with her friends so I was probably gonna watch a movie on my couch. But on my laptop with my earbuds in. Likely in my boxers. Likely with an entire package of Twizzlers. Why?”

“Well I was gonna suggest that we hang out but you sound booked.”

“Really? You want to hang out?” Peter asked with much more enthusiasm than he intended.

“If you want. I’m not doing anything as exciting as boxers and Twizzlers.”

“I would love to. I’ll put on pants for you. I promise.”

“Sounds good.” You laughed. “Text me your address, okay?”

“Sure. Or you could walk with me now. Unless you’re tired of me and need a break before we hang out.” Peter suggested as you left campus together.

“It’s funny you say that. I was just telling my mom the other day that I never get tired of you.” You said casually.

“You..you don’t?” Peter’s face heated up as he followed you down the sidewalk.

“I don’t. I usually need a break from other people if we’ve been together awhile but it’s different with you. It doesn’t feel like I’m using my social battery if that makes sense.“

“It makes sense.” He smiled shyly as your hands bumped against each others. He was about to make a bold move and take your hand despite no one being around but you suddenly moved it to hit the crosswalk button.

Back at Peter’s apartment, he awkwardly gave you a tour and wished he had picked up his clothes before leaving the house that morning. You didn’t seem to mind the socks and boxers strewn across his room because you were too focused on all the little things he kept on his shelves. You picked up a picture frame of your freshman year high school class that had you and Peter seated right next to each other. Your friendship had only just begun so you often forgot how long you knew him for.

“So this is your room.” You smiled and put the picture back.

“Yup. This is where the magic happens.” Peter said and immediately cringed at himself.

“Oh really?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. This is where I practice magic. Wanna see?” He asked and picked up a deck of cards. You laughed and went over to take one.

“Is your card the ace of spades?” He asked.

“Queen of hearts.” You snorted and turned the card around.

“You’re the queen of my heart.” He whispered.

“Did you say something?” You asked as you looked at all his Legos.

“I asked what you wanted to do tonight.” He lied.

“I don’t know. We have the place to ourselves. We could do something rated R.” You said with a coy smile.

“Like what?” Peter gulped.

“Watch an R rated movie, you perv. Your aunt isn’t here to stop you.”

“You remember me telling you that I’m not allowed to watch R rated movies in the living room anymore?” Peter blushed at you remembering something he had randomly told you long ago.

“Are you referring to the time you watched Tusk at full volume while she had her friends from work over for the first time? How could I forget?”

“In my defense, I didn’t know what the movie was about. And I didn’t think her friends were gonna come into the living room and see that guy getting turned into a walrus.”

“Yeah, the title and cover art gave no indication that the movie would end that way. But that’s not a bad idea actually. Let’s watch something scary.”

“Okay.” Peter agreed and followed you out into the living room. He turned off the lights and got some snacks while you picked a movie. He hated scary movies but he was not about to tell you that. Instead, he sat on the couch beside you as a respectful distance and handed you a bag of chips. As the movie went on, you got closer and closer to each other. Peter had never really seen you scared before but you were practically in his lap just 40 minutes into the movie. You reached into the bag of chips at the same time as Peter and your fingers touched. You both froze and looked at each other as your faces heated up.

“Shit. I’m not wearing a condom.” Peter sighed, making you yank your hand out and laugh.

“You’re stupid.” You laughed and turned back to the movie just as a jump-scare happened. You screamed and jumped closer to Peter.

“This is so scary. Why did I pick this movie?” You asked as you drew your knees up and leaned into his side.

“Yeah, same.” He replied, not even listening. He couldn’t hear anything over the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. You were cuddled into his side with your head on his shoulder and knees in his lap with a blanket drawn up to your nose. He knew you were only cuddling him because you were scared but it didn’t even matter at that point. The movie went quiet for a minute and then made a loud sound, sending you to burry your face into Peter’s neck.

“Tell me when it’s safe to come out.” You whispered into his ear. Peter gulped and wrapped an arm around you to fully protect you from the movie.

“I will.” He said in a soft voice. You peaked your head out a few minutes later but stayed nestled into Peter’s side. You realized his arm was around you and smiled a little.

“Oh, this isn’t so bad.” You shrugged as the main character got eaten alive.

“I don’t understand you.” Peter chuckled and looked down at you. You laughed as well as you looked into his eyes. He was about to say something when another sharp sound from the movie caused you to jump.

“Hold my hand.” You blurted and grabbed his hand. Peter happily accepted and clasped your hand before holding it under his chin. You stayed in that position for a long time and watched the movie. You were both so focused on the screen that you didn’t hear May opening the front door and coming in.

“Hey. I’m home.” She said, making you both scream.

“Oh, hi May.” Peter greeted while he realized it was just her.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Parker. I’m-“

“I know.” She smirked. “I’ll just be in my room. But, Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“No going in your room with the door closed, okay? I’m home. And we have thin walls. Just keep that in mind.” She said, making Peter turn bright red.

“Got it, May.” He mumbled. She winked at you and disappeared into her bedroom.

“You told your aunt we were dating?” You whispered to Peter in confusion.

“No.” Peter answered honestly. “I guess she just assumed we were.”

“Wow. She’s just like the kids at school.” You shook your head. “I don’t get it. Why does everyone think we’re dating?”

“I mean…” Peter trailed off and looked down at your clasped hands. You hadn’t realized you were still cuddling and quickly jumped off of him. Peters heart sank and the longer he sat in the absence of your body heat, the more upset he felt.

“You just jumped off of me like I was sharp.” He said without looking at you.

“I didn’t want your aunt to see us cuddling and think-“

“And think what?” He snapped, cutting you off. You gutted your head back in surprise and let out a nervous laugh.

“Woah. What’s going on with you? She already knows about your secret life. We don’t have any reason to pretend we’re dating in front of her.”

Peter stared at you for a long time as the word “pretend” cut into him like a knife. Every time he thought you were going somewhere, he was reminded that it didn’t actually mean anything to you.

“Yeah. You’re right.” He mumbled and looked at the movie again. You kept your eyes on him and felt guilty. You had so much to say to him but you felt unable to speak.

“Peter-“

“I don’t think we should pretend to date anymore.” He blurted, cutting you off once again. Your eyebrows went up in surprise and you got a sick feeling in your tummy that you had just ruined something really important.

“What? Why not?”

“It’s stupid. No one even cares anymore.” He shrugged. “We don’t have to fake a breakup or anything but I don’t want to hold hands or play along anymore. I’m done.”

“What changed?” You asked in a soft voice. He was still looking at the movie while you were fully turned to face him.

“Nothing changed. That’s the problem.” He said and angrily got off the couch. You quickly caught his hand and he stopped. He looked down at the ground and let out a sigh. He knew it wasn’t fair to be mad at you if he hadn’t told you what was wrong. He slowly turned around and looked at you.

“Five years ago, you showed up to the same robbery at an all night CVS that I was at and I realized we knew each other from AP Spanish class because I had asked you earlier that day how to conjugate “poner” and you said “pusiste” and I laughed because I thought you were joking but you weren’t and then that night you heard me tell the burglar that he better“pusiste” the money back into the register.“ Peter began.

“Okay. Wow. That was a really long sentence.” You laughed softly. “But I remember that. I laughed and told you that you better remember that for the test.”

“You did. That’s how I knew it was you.” He smiled at the memory. “I failed that test, by the way. I still can’t conjugate “poner.” And I still think it means “boner” even though I know it’s a verb. But anyway, that night, I couldn’t sleep because I was so excited to have met you. Even though we technically already knew each other, that night put us in each others radars. I could not believe that I had met my match. You’re into science like me and sarcastic like me and you understand this side of my life because you have the same side. But despite running into each other on patrol almost nightly and seeing each other around school, I barely got you to notice me. I don’t think you even knew my name until we ended up going the same college. You called me “Timmy” all throughout high school.”

“You seriously look like one. It’s uncanny. I don’t know what it is.”

“I thought things would change when I found out we were going to the same college. The campus is so small I figured there’s no way we wouldn’t become friends. But even then, we hardly ever talked and when we did it was always about work. I didn’t even know where you lived until last semester.”

“I remember that too. The first night we really bonded was when you fell off that roof because you were trying to show me how to do a backflip.”

“Yeah, I’ve never been able to do a backflip.” He admitted. “I only said I could because you said you always wanted to learn how to do one and I assumed given my abilities I’d be able to do one if I just followed my body. But I busted my ass and you were kind enough to sneak me through your window and patch me up with some Scooby Doo bandaids.”

“It was all I had.” You shrugged.

“And you gave it to me anyway. Because you’re kind and compassionate and I’m just…I’m crazy about you.” Peter finally admitted. “I was so excited when we started hanging out more this semester but it always ended up crushing me when I remembered that we just doing it to keep people from finding out the truth. I really, really love our friendship and if I’m ruining it all by saying all this then at least I can die with it off my chest.”

“Wait, now I’m confused. Are you dying?”

“Maybe.” He shrugged. “It feels like I am every time you and I start to get close and then I remember this is all pretend for you.”

“So it’s not pretend for you?” You asked quietly. Peter stared into your heads for a minute and then shook his head.

“No. I was never pretending. I like you.” He told you. Your facial expression didn’t change as you stared back at him. Peter was really starting to panic until a smile tugged at your lips.

“Sit back down.” You told him.

“I’m sat.” He said and rushed it sit down. You nestled back into his side and laid your head down on his shoulder. Peter smiled and rested his head on top of yours, finally pleased with the way a conversation with you went. You both turned your attention back to the movie just in time for it to end.

“Hm.” You huffed. “That was supposed to be us symbolically finishing the movie as a real couple but it appears we’ve already arrived at the credits. Now what?”

“We could watch Tusk.” Peter suggested at the same time you said “We could make out.”

“I never actually saw Tusk but I always wanted to.” You gasped and hit his arm with excitement.

“Or we could do your thing.” Peter forced a laugh and tried not to sound as desperate as he felt.

“Let me see if I can find it.” You said as you scrolled through the streaming services on his TV.

“Or we could do your thing.”

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[joelmillerisapunk]

a sweet arrangement

sugardaddy!Joel Miller x f!reader

Masterlist ♡ Sugar Daddy Masterlist

Wordcount: 3,374

Summary: You sign up for a sugar daddy app. What's the worst that could happen?

Warnings: 18+, fingering, oral (both m&f receiving), light bondage, reader might have pullable hair (i dont rememeber if i took it out) quick mentions of slut, baby, sweet baby, sweetheart, darlin

Notes: tysm @saradika-graphics for the dividers. I was cheated on over the weekend, and I wrote this as a "I wish I could be here" instead of being sad." Just another rich!daddy fantasy

You've been feeling financially stretched lately, and after hearing about the concept of sugar daddies and sugar babies from a friend, you decided to give it a try. You sit on your bed and hesitantly create a profile on a popular app, describing yourself as a young, independent woman looking for a mutually beneficial arrangement. As you sit scrolling through, you can't help but feel a sigh of reluctance escape your lips. You never expected to find yourself on a sugar daddy dating app, but life has a way of surprising you sometimes.

After a few moments of looking around the site, a notification pops up. It's a message from a user named "Contractor_Guy."

Curiosity piques, and you open the message, hoping it's not some creepy come-on. To your surprise, it reads:

"Hey there. I don't usually do this sort of thing, but I figured it's worth a shot. My name's Joel. If you're interested in getting to know me, send me a message back."

Feeling intrigued, you reply:

"Hi Joel, I'm not sure what 'this sort of thing' is, but I'm curious now.”

The response comes quickly.

Contractor_Guy: "Haha, 'this sort of thing' is something I usually avoid. But hey, it's a new day, and who knows what it might bring?"

You: Hopefully luck! But seriously, what exactly are you avoiding?"

Contractor_Guy: "Haha, well that's a bit of a long story, darlin.”

You: "Oh, I don't mind a long story. I've got some time to kill. Besides, I find it intriguing that someone like you is on a sugar daddy app.”

Contractor_Guy: "Well, my last experience wasn't the best, and I'm just being cautious this time around.

But, here's the long version. I met a girl a few years back, and at first, things were great. We clicked, and the relationship was mutually beneficial. I was able to provide for her in a way she couldn't for herself, and in return, she was there for me when I needed emotional support. As time went on, she started to change. She became more demanding and less appreciative. It got to the point where she would expect extravagant gifts just for a simple text or phone call. I realized that she was only interested in my money and not in the relationship we'd built."

You: "I'm sorry to hear that. It's not easy to find someone who's genuine and appreciates what you have to offer."

Contractor_Guy: "Yeah, it was a tough lesson to learn, but I'm hoping to find someone different this time. Someone who appreciates the little things, too, not just the material things."

You: "I think that's a fair expectation. We all deserve to be appreciated for more than just our wallets. So, Joel, tell me more about yourself. What do you do for a living?"

Contractor_Guy: "I'm a contractor. I do mostly residential construction and home remodeling projects. What about you? What do you do when you're not scrolling through dating apps?”

You: "Lol, I'm usually at work. I'm a graphic designer, so I spend most of my days in front of a computer. It's not the most glamorous job, but I love what I do."

Contractor_Guy: "A graphic designer, huh? That's pretty impressive. I've always been more of a hands-on guy myself. But I must admit, there's something intriguing about a woman in the arts.”

You: "And who doesn't love a man who can wield a hammer and a chainsaw with equal ease?"

Contractor_Guy: "Oh, I'm definitely good with my hands darlin' ;). ”

You: "Maybe one day you'll show me just how good you are with your hands."

As the conversation continues to flow effortlessly, you both exchange numbers and agree to meet for a coffee date tomorrow. Before signing off, you send a playful message with a picture attached

You: "Well, I'm off to begin the countdown to our coffee date. I'll leave you with this little teaser. ;)"

Insert a picture of you posing confidently in a cute outfit, with a mischievous grin on your face.

Contractor_Guy: "Wow, that definitely has me counting down the hours! I can't wait to see you in person."

With that, you end the conversation eagerly anticipating your first in-person meeting with the intriguing contractor.

The two of you meet for the first time at a trendy coffee shop downtown, and you can immediately sense Joel's charm and confidence. You can tell he's done this a time or two. He offers to buy you a drink and pulls out the mattest black credit card you have ever seen to pay with. He guides you to a table in the back corner, and you both engage in light conversation, discussing your interests and goals. Joel is clearly intrigued by you, and you feel a spark of attraction towards him as well.

"So, tell me more about yourself," Joel says, his eyes locked on yours.

"Well, like I said on the app, I'm a freelance graphic designer," you reply, “It's not the most stable job, but I love what I do."

"I can imagine," Joel says, a hint of admiration in his voice. "I've always been a fan of the arts. But I'm sure you understand the struggles of making ends meet as a freelancer. That's why I'm interested in this arrangement."

"I do understand," you agree, your mind already contemplating the potential benefits of such an arrangement. "It would be nice to have some financial stability while still being able to pursue my passion."

"Exactly," Joel says, his tone firm but understanding. "And in return, I'd like you to be my companion when I need someone to spend time with. We can go on dates, attend social events, or just relax at home. I value your company, you're easy on the eyes and brain, and I believe we would make a great team."

"I think that sounds fair," you say, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "I'm looking for something similar - someone who understands my situation and is willing to help me out."

Joel offers to take you to his place for a glass of wine, and as he leads you to his car, the conversation shifts to the details of the arrangement.

"Now that we've established the terms," Joel says, his voice low and serious, "I want to make something clear. I'm going to support you financially in any way you could ever dream of or want, but there's one condition."

"What's that?" You ask, your curiosity piqued.

"I want access to you whenever I please, however I please," Joel says, his eyes meeting yours. "I want to be able to use you for my pleasure whenever I want. Are you comfortable with that?"

Your heart races as you consider his request. You know what he's asking for, and you're not sure if you're ready for that level of intimacy. But at the same time, you can't deny the excitement coursing through your veins.

"I need some time to think about it. This is a big decision."

"Of course," Joel replies, his tone understanding. "Take all the time you need. But remember, this is the condition of our arrangement."

As Joel drives you to his mansion, you can't help but feel a mixture of excitement and trepidation. This is unlike any arrangement you've ever been a part of, and you're not sure what to expect. As you follow Joel upstairs, your heart races in anticipation. He leads you into a large, dimly-lit room, its walls adorned with black velvet and soft, glowing lights. A large bed dominates the center of the room, surrounded by various toys and restraints.

"I want to show you what I mean when I say I want access to you whenever I please.” Joel says, his voice thick with desire.

Joel leads you over to the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. He takes a seat on the edge, patting the space beside him. "Come here, sweetheart," he says, his voice soft and inviting.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to do. But the curiosity and excitement pulsing through you win out, and you find yourself sitting down next to him. Joel's hand reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face. "You're so beautiful, you know that?" he says, his gaze intense.

You feel your entire body get warm at the compliment, your heart racing faster than ever before. "Thank you," you murmur.

Joel's hand begins to trace a path down your arm, sending shivers coursing through your body. "I want to make you feel good, sweetheart," he says, his voice low and husky. "I want to give you pleasure like you've never experienced before."

Your mind is racing as Joel's hand continues to explore your body. You're not sure what to do, but you find yourself leaning into his touch, your body craving more.

"I want to show you something," Joel says, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He stands up and walks over to a large wooden chest at the foot of the bed. He opens it, revealing a variety of toys and restraints. Your heart races as you take in the sight. You've never seen anything like this before, and you're not sure what to make of it. Joel walks back over to you, a blindfold in his hand. "I want to show you how good it can feel to let go and trust someone," he says, his voice soft and soothing.

You hesitate for a moment but something about Joel's words and the look in his eyes makes you feel safe, and you find yourself nodding in agreement. He gently places the blindfold over your eyes, cocooning you in darkness. You can feel his hands on you, guiding you back onto the bed. You trust him, and you let yourself relax into the feeling of his touch.

Joel's hands continue to explore your body, tracing patterns and circles that send shivers of pleasure coursing through you. You can feel the bed shift as he leans over you, his breath hot against your ear. "I want to make you feel so good, sweetheart," he whispers, his voice barely above a whisper. Your breath hitches as his hands continue to wander.

Suddenly, you feel something soft and silky against your skin. It's a scarf, and Joel is using it to gently bind your wrists to the bedposts. You gasp at the feeling of being restrained, but the sensation is not unpleasant. Instead, it heightens your senses, making you more aware of every touch and caress.

Joel continues to explore your body, his hands moving lower and lower until they reach the waistband of your pants. He pauses for a moment, waiting for your consent. "May I?" he asks, his voice low and husky. You nod, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He slowly begins to slide your pants down your legs, his hands lingering on your skin as he goes. You can feel the heat of his touch, and you find yourself arching up towards him, wanting more. Finally, your pants are off, and Joel's hands are free to explore your body in earnest. He caresses your thighs, your hips, your stomach, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

You can feel yourself growing wet, your body responding to Joel's touch in ways you've never experienced before. You moan softly, your hips bucking up towards him. Joel takes the hint, his fingers finding their way to your wetness. He begins to explore you, his touch gentle but firm. You gasp at the sensation, your body quivering with pleasure. His fingers move in slow, deliberate circles that send shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. You find yourself moaning louder and louder, your hips bucking up towards him as you chase the feeling of release. Finally, you can't take it any longer. You cry out as the orgasm washes over you, your body trembling with pleasure. Joel continues to touch you, his fingers gentle as they bring you down from the peak of pleasure.

Slowly, your breathing returns to normal, and you become aware of your surroundings once again. The blindfold is still over your eyes, and you're still bound to the bed. But you feel safe and content, your body still humming with pleasure. He unties the blindfold, and you blink your eyes against the sudden brightness of the room. He's standing above you, a wicked smile on his face. "Did you like that, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice low and seductive.

"Yes sir," you get out with a hoarse voice.

Joel's gaze travels down your body, taking in the sight of you spread out on his bed, still bound to the bedposts. "Mmm, such a good girl already," he says, his voice full of satisfaction. "I have so much more I want to show you."

He walks over to the wooden chest at the foot of the bed and rummages through it, pulling out a variety of toys and restraints. Joel turns back to you, a pair of handcuffs in his hand. "May I?" he asks, his voice low and seductive.

“You may."

Your heart racies with excitement as Joel cuffs your hands above your head, replacing the soft, luxurious ribbon, and securing you back to the bedpost. You test the restraints, finding that they hold you firmly in place. Your heart is racing with excitement, your body tingling with anticipation. He walks back over to the chest and pulls out a vibrator. He turns it on, the buzzing noise filling the room. You watch as he approaches you. He traces the vibrator over your body, teasing you with each touch. You arch up towards him, wanting more. But Joel is in control, and he takes his time, drawing out the anticipation until you're nearly begging for release."Are you ready for more, darlin’?"

“Yes please,” your breath coming in short gasps.

"Good girl." He traces the vibrator lower, teasing your clit with each pass. You moan, your hips bucking up towards him. But he pulls the vibrator away just as you're about to come.

You whimper in frustration, but Joel just smiles. "Patience, baby, patience," he says.

He continues to tease you, bringing you to the brink of orgasm again and again, but never letting you fully come. You're writhing on the bed, your body begging for release when Joel leans down and whispers in your ear. "Do you trust me, sweetheart?"

You nod, your heart racing. "Yes, I do," you whisper.

Joel smiles, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He leans down and captures your lips in a passionate kiss. You moan, your hips bucking up towards him. You're ready for whatever comes next.

Joel breaks the kiss, his eyes locked on yours. "I'm going to take you to the edge, sweetheart," he says, his voice low and seductive. "And then I'm going to bring you back again. And again. And again. Until you can't take it anymore."

Joel's hand moves back to the vibrator, tracing it over your clit once again. This time, he doesn't stop. He continues to tease and pleasure you. Suddenly, Joel pulls the vibrator away once again. You whimper in frustration, but before you can protest, he's replaced it with his mouth. His tongue expertly teases your clit. His hands roam your body as he brings you to the brink of orgasm once again. This time, however, he doesn't stop. He continues to lick and suck at your clit, his fingers entering you and curling against your G-spot as he pushes you over the edge.

You cry out, your body shaking with pleasure as you come hard against his mouth. Joel doesn't stop, his tongue continuing to torture you as you ride out the waves of your orgasm. As you come down from your orgasm, you gasp for breath, your body still trembling with pleasure. Joel's gaze is intense as he watches you, his face flushed with arousal.

"That was so, fucking good," you manage to gasp out, your voice still hoarse from your orgasm.

Joel smiles, his eyes never leaving yours. "I'm glad you thought so," he says, his voice low and seductive. "But I think it's your turn now."

"My turn?" you ask, your eyes wide with curiosity.

"Yes," Joel says, his smile widening. "It's time for you to return the favor.”

You feel a pang of nerves flood your body. “But I'm still all tied up.”

Joel smirks, leaning in. He grabs the hollows of your cheeks, forcing you to look at him, “ I never said you needed to be untied, did I.”

You swallow hard, your mind racing with the implications of his words. Joel releases your cheeks, his gaze traveling down your body. "You're going to make me very happy tonight, sweetheart. Just remember - I want access to you whenever I please, however I please. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir," you reply, your voice full of submission.

Joel's smile widens, and he reaches down to unfasten his pants. He steps out of them and his boxers, revealing a hard, thick, ready erection. He climbs onto the bed, his legs straddling your chest. "Now, I want you to take me into your mouth," he says, his voice firm and authoritative.

Your heart is racing as you obey. He brings it up to your lips, and your tongue darts out to lick the tip. You can taste the hint of salt and musk, and you find yourself growing aroused again. You open your mouth wide to accommodate his size. He tastes so good, so intense, and you can't get enough. You begin to move your head, your mouth sliding up and down his shaft. Joel gasps, his hips bucking up towards you.

Suddenly he grabs your hair and holds his cock to the hilt, filing up your entire throat, blocking your airway. You try to gasp for breath as Joel holds you down on his large throbbing cock but it's no use. Your head is swimming with pleasure and arousal, and you're not sure if you can take anymore. Just then Joel releases his grip on your hair, allowing you to breathe again. You take the opportunity to pull away, gasping for air. Joel smirks down at you. "Such a good little slut for daddy already," he says, his voice full of praise. "Daddy wants to see more. Show me how much you want me."

You nod, your heart racing with anticipation as Joel pulls away and undoes your restraints. When he's back on the bed, you take him back into your mouth, your hands roaming his beautiful, full thighs. You begin to suck and lick at his cock, your tongue exploring every inch of him. You can hear Joel growing more aroused, his breaths coming in short gasps.

You feel a hand on the back of your head, guiding you. Joel is thrusting into your mouth, his cock sliding in and out. You moan around him, your hands reaching up to cup his balls. He's tensing, his hips bucking harder with each thrust. Suddenly, he lets out the most primal groan you've ever heard, his cock swells in your mouth. He thrusts into you one more time before coming. You can feel his warm come filling your mouth, and you swallow it down eagerly. Joel groans, his hips stilling as he rides out his orgasm.

You pull away, gasping for air and Joel collapses onto his back, his chest rising and falling rapidly. You can see the satisfaction on his face, and you feel proud of yourself. You've never done anything like that before, and you're not sure how you feel about it. But there's a part of you that's excited, that wants to do it again.

You're both panting heavily, your mind still reeling from the intense experience you've just shared. Joel's gaze is locked on yours, his eyes full of admiration and desire. "You were amazing, sweetheart," he says, his voice a low rumble. "I can't wait to show you more." A wave of excitement washes over you as Joel reaches out and gently strokes your cheek, his fingers lingering against your skin. "I want to make this arrangement work, darlin," he says, his voice soft and earnest. "But I need to know that you're in this for the right reasons."

Your heart races as you consider his words. You know what he's asking, and you're not sure if you're ready for the level of intimacy and commitment this arrangement requires. But at the same time, you can't deny the excitement coursing through your veins, the thrill of being desired and pursued by someone like Joel. You nod, your heart racing with both excitement and trepidation. "I think I'm ready to accept your condition," you say, your voice low and hesitant. "But I need to know that you're in this for the right reasons, too."

Joel's eyes meet yours, his gaze intense and serious. "I promise you, I want nothing more than to care for and support you, both financially and emotionally," he says firmly. "And I expect the same companionship in return."

You take a deep breath, your mind racing with the implications of your decision. But there's a part of you that's eager to explore this new world, to find out what it means to be truly desired and cared for by someone like Joel.

"Okay," you finally say, your voice full of resolution. "I want to make this arrangement work too."

Joel's face breaks into a smile, his eyes filled with relief and joy. He pulls you into a warm embrace, his arms wrapping around you tightly. "Thank you, sweetheart," he whispers, his voice full of gratitude. "I'm going to make sure you never regret this decision."

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[brawberryz]

touch me i scream

Batfam Yan! × Elizabeth Afton!Reader

《Platonic》

Note: English is not my first language, sorry if there is any translation error / I don't know if this could be considered "neglected" reader since the negligence is only on Bruce's part, so maybe)? / FNAF AU!

Tw: child neglect, abuse, child murder, murder, maltreatment, yandere behaviors , self-harm, brief mention of suicide, isolation, knife use, toxic relationships, domestic violence, brief mention of drugs, psychological abuse, manipulation, dark themes

Weird

That's how you could consider your life, it was quite strange and boring, you always spent your time at home

Summer vacation had started and all you could do was stay home

You didn't have any friends, you only had your brothers

Your life was quite lonely, the only one you trusted too much was Damian

But these last few months he was behaving in a strange way, he had dark circles under his eyes and he never slept

The only times he did was for a short time, he seemed scared most of the time

Every time you got up in the early morning to drink water you found him crying on the floor of his room

He said he saw monsters, terrifying versions of the animatronics your father built

Those nights you used to accompany him so he could sleep but even so his paranoia didn't stop

A lot of blame was also because of Jason, he kept scaring Damian with that stupid foxy mask

You had tried to defend him but still Jason never he stopped

He always found a way to scare Damian

Richard had been the only one who managed to stop Jason's pranks

He was the older brother, he was hardly ever home before because he spent his time with his friends or at university

But since your mother disappeared he had to take care of all of you, he had to be a mother and father at the same time

Because he knew that Bruce didn't care about any of his children, sometimes you wished you could get away from here

Escape far away from this stupid "home", it stopped being considered home years ago

Your "father" who didn't even deserve to be called that, was an idiot and violent

At night you could hear your mother crying, she always fought with Bruce

It was normal for them to fight, and your father didn't mind hitting or insulting your mother

Richard tried many times to defend your mother from Bruce But the only thing he earned was a hit

You didn't understand why your mother She never fought back, she just accepted the blows and insults

But one night, you couldn't sleep because of the screams in the kitchen, they were fighting again

You slowly got out of bed to go spy, you wanted to know what was going on

It was a little weird that your parents were fighting at this time of night, you got a little closer to the door

Not enough, but you could barely see anything

The last thing you could hear was your mother screaming as she begged Bruce not to do it

You ran scared to your room, you could barely process what you saw

Your mother's screams and pleas were still in your head since that day

You hated yourself for never being able to tell what you saw

But your fear of ending up the same way as your mother prevented you from doing so

That day you realized what kind of monster your father was

You hated him so much, too much

You hated having to Seeing his face every day, you hated him touching you or just giving you a hug

You felt like gagging just thinking about him, he was the most reprehensible human being ever

And you hated him more for what he had done to Tim

Tim was your father's assistant, he used to work at the pizzeria with him

He also used to be a security guard at night

You could consider him a friend Even though he was much older than you

Sometimes you used to accompany your father to work and those days you took the opportunity to go talk to him

When you went back to accompany your father to work you looked for Tim all over the pizzeria, then your father told you that Tim had decided to quit

You frowned, you knew he was lying

He always lied, you just nodded pretending that you understood

Until one time your father asked you to take out the trash at the pizzeria, he said it would be good if you were useful for something

You just accepted it, a little offended by his comment. As you walked out the back door and put the trash in the bin, you saw something strange in a bag.

A little disgusted, you put your hand inside the trash and pulled out an identification plate.

But it wasn't just any old one, it was Tim's.

It had some dried blood stains, the blood didn't look old, it still had that red color.

You swallowed nervously and you felt like gagging. You fell to the rough ground and small tears fell from your eyes.

Someone you cared about had disappeared again and you couldn't do anything, absolutely nothing.

After that day, the streets of your neighborhood were full of "wanted" posters with Tim's face.

His parents were devastated by the disappearance of their son. He was so young and had a secure future.

Your father gave his condolences to Tim's parents.

What a hypocrite.

That was the only thing your head could think. Maybe you were just a little girl. but you understood much more than others would think

I hate you, Bruce Wayne

_

You officially hated this family

From one day to the next your brothers started acting weird, a few days ago you met a boy

They were the same age and he was your first friend in a long time

But as soon as they found out you made a friend they went crazy

Richard didn't let you go out alone anymore, and he sent Jason to keep a close eye on you

You could barely get close to your new friend without Jason giving you a murderous look

And because of that you had lost a friend, he was the first one you had

And he was gone, then you had a talk with Richard

He tried to justify himself saying that that boy wasn't a good influence

Why do you need friends when you have your brothers? They are much better than anyone you could ever meet

Also Damian had been clinging to you too much, his paranoia was multiplied by a thousand

You thought that this paranoia was because of those "pills" that your father gave him

You knew that they were not sleeping pills, those pills made him hallucinate

Bruce wanted to destroy each one of his children, and then he was going to rebuild them the way he wanted

Who would think that you would be his next victim, too bad things didn't go as well as he thought

_

Your father's new pizzeria had opened to the public, "Sister location"

This time he opened the pizzeria without Clark's help, the two of them used to be best friends

Bruce and Clark opened the first pizzeria together, but since the death of Jon his son everything had changed for him

He had fallen into great guilt and depression

The death of his son and the unexpected divorce with his wife had left him in a bad state

He had decided to withdraw from the project

Leaving Bruce alone, and it was something that didn't bother him either

He had gotten what he wanted, he had already gotten Clark and his stupid morals out of his way

Your plan was almost complete, he had justice on his side

He had made sure that not a single policeman suspected him, you could say that he was about to commit a perfect crime

_

You found yourself crying on the floor, your cheek hurt from your father's blow

You had decided to enter your father's study without permission and spilled coffee on his plans

Bruce had become furious, you tried to apologize but it only made his anger grow

"Can't you do something right!?"

You could only look down as more tears fell from your eyes

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it, it was an accident..."

Bruce sighed angrily before forcibly lifting you off the ground and telling you to get out of his studio

You just nodded scared, running out the metal door

You hated this, sometimes you just wished you could die

You didn't want to be here, you wanted this to be over once and for all

_

You walked through the aisles of the pizzeria, your cheek still hurt

Your tears had dried but your hate and sadness were still there

Your body stopped as soon as you saw Baby

The animatronic that your father had made for you, one day you gave him a drawing and he used that as inspiration

That day you were so happy, for the first time you had felt your father's love

Too bad this was a trap disguised as a gift

You entered the shameless room where the animatronic was

It seemed strange to you that it was separated from the other animatronics

As soon as the animatronic detected you, its eyes sparkled

"Baby..."

The animatronic's name came out of your lips, your eyes sparkled with happiness

After a long time you could finally see it

The animatronic's stomach opened surprising you

A small ice cream came out of it, it was your favorite flavor

You thought that your father had made it just for you

You approached slowly, your arm getting close to the ice cream

You could barely react when the claw pierced you and threw you towards the animatronic

A scream of pain was heard throughout the room, you felt your ribs breaking and your organs being crushed by the claw

The last thing you felt was your bones being destroyed as you completely entered the stomach of the animatronic

The animatronic barely caught your body inside its stomach when it turned off, her task had been completed

The only thing left in this bloody scene was the blood on the floor and the stomach of the animatronic

That day the innocence of another child had been snatched away by Bruce Wayne's claws

And this time the victim was his daughter

A small tinkling in the eyes of the animatronic illuminated the empty and dark room, they had changed color

The same color as your eyes

_

Bruce had gone to He checked the animatronics, he thought they had completed their mission

He was very surprised when he found your body crushed between the wires of baby

At that moment something changed inside him, you weren't supposed to end up like this

If one of your brothers had ended up like this he wouldn't care much, but you?

Yes, he was a horrible father but there was a part of him that cared about you

But he also discovered something, remnant

Your body had produced that

Also your soul had merged with the animatronic, it was something he realized when he saw baby's eyes

That day he had fallen further into imminent madness

But everything has its end

_

Richard sighed tiredly as he parked his car in front of the "Sister location" store

It had been a year since everything happened

Too bad your death wasn't the only incident that happened in the family

Since your death Richard began to neglect his other brothers, guilt consumed him and he had no one to vent to

Also the jokes had increased on Jason's part, and he had begun to take it out on Damian

And his jokes began to become more dangerous

until one day on Damian's birthday Jason decided to play one last joke on him

He decided to put him inside the mouth of one of the animatronics, too bad not everything went well

The animatronic's jaw ended up crushing Damian's skull while he asked Jason to get him out of there

That had marked Jason forever, he had fallen into a deep depression

Your death and Damian's death filled him with guilt, he had killed one of his

He was a murderer

After a time of depression and self-harm Richard found him hanging in his room

Richard's mental state began to worsen, it seemed as if the world was against him

His life was full of misfortunes

The only thing that kept him afloat was a little voice in his head that told him not to give up

It sounded just like you

Then Bruce decided to disappear by moving somewhere and only leaving a farewell note

From time to time he sent Richard money but he had to work so as not to end up on the street

Because Bruce cared very little about his safety

Until one day Bruce called him, told him to go to sister location

He was going to refuse until Bruce confessed everything to Richard

You were there, or well

Your body was there, he told him that you died because of an animatronic and that your soul and body were there

And the only way to Freeing you was going back there, that was the only thing Bruce needed to tell Richard before he grabbed all his things to go to that abandoned pizzeria

He sighed nervously as he approached the pizzeria, he had lost you years ago

And the guilt continued to eat away at him

But this time he had another chance and he had to do whatever it took to free you from that hell

But it was just a trap, a trap disguised as hope and sweet lies

Your soul had been corrupted and the only thing left was hate and resentment

Resentment for the hate of the man who did this to you, the purple man

I hate you Bruce Wayne

But this time I will have my revenge, we will have our revenge

I am not afraid of you anymore, not anymore

reuploaded because for some reason tumblr deleted it lol

[solar4seekstron]

Sparkmates

IDW!Kup x Cybertronian!Decepticon!GN!Reader Oneshot

Content: 18+. You and Kup are couple goals. Before and during the war.

Introduction Movie/Series Oneshot Masterlist

TW/Tags: Angst, wholesome moments, (Heavily) implied sex, (fake) death, blood, Kup is my robot husband I was living my dream writing this ok sue me, mild cursing, war, Deadlock is an asshole, Super long chapter. I believe that’s all?? (I changed a bit of lore- sort of to fit the story. I hope you guys can still enjoy!!!!!

Long, long before the war. You were a warrior you trained in mastery of swords. Although you also know how to use guns.

You also knew how to use swords. That being one of your main weapons besides your blasters. You have been around for a good while. Known by many to always have a smile on your dermas and narrowed optics to give you a softer look with your yellow optics.

You were a pretty tall bot as well. Being only a few inches shorter then Kup.

Understanding and mastering most weapons. Guns or not. Even at times working with making guns alongside bots like Hound. You were a pretty strong bot. Having a well built frame and a few small features.

Both being agile but strong. Not too bulky as you had a sort of knight look at some parts of your frame. (Almost like Rodimus in Animated. Just imagine that frame in IDW).

Before the war. You were once known for working along side your Sire Yoketron as he trains younger bots to protect theirselves.

One day when visiting Hound. You met him…Kup.

And boy were things different since then for the both of you. At the time he wasn’t an old bot who smoked and grumbled over everything as he worked under Optimus. He was a lot younger of course. His winkles having no existence at the time as he had a lot more life in him. Well that’s a lot more visible. (Think like a stereotypical hot college guy lol)

You two would eventually start chatting and before you both knew it. You both bonded. After Kup spent some time winning your Sire over for approval.

You always encouraging him to keep going forward and to show your sire his determination.

You two would then learn to except each others interest more and points of views over time. Then…on one faithful day….

He popped the question. Your courtship starting and before you knew it. You both were bonded.

But like most good things. It must come to an end.……

One day when in his apartment. Kup was going to ask you to join him and the Autobots. But when you returned speaking of your point of view with the decepticons. You two realized. You both were on a different path.

It was heartbreaking. But you both agreed to not hurt each other if you both can help it if your paths should ever cross….

You both couldn’t hold in your tears that night as you both left for war.

And so years went by. Before you knew it, its been millions of years. You were able to age slower thanks to the meditation and calmness of your nature. Not to mention how well you took care of yourself when not training and in battle.…

At times at least. Many decepticons throughout the years have tried to win your heart as you don’t seem older as most would expect you to be. Not to mention you skill and strong yet soft personality. Always having stories to tell.

Something that catches many by surprise. And the way you handle things even is also part of why other bots and femmes grow feelings for you. But you always end up as almost like a carrier, mentor, or sire to some bots anyway.

Overtime, although you won’t admit it. There’s one thing you do often look forward to when out on missions with other bots and femmes..

Is the possibility of running into Kups team. The Weckers.

You and Kup both made sure that no other Cybertronians knew about your relationship with each other long ago. But that doesn’t mean anything was still easier for the both of you. While you two would exchange looks. You two will never admit this now.

But you both always held back when trying to shoot at each other.

Luckily something Megatron will never find out. After all Megatron had no reason to not trust you. You’re one of his strongest worriors and one of the trusted advisors in his council. In both guns and swords.

Hand in hand combat as you were one of the bots who taught him to continue to be stronger.

Everything stayed like that since. Kup would lead and teach the bots under him and with him. Perceptor being the only one to know the relationship the two of you had.

One day though everything would change for the two of you. Unser if it’s for the better…or for the worse.

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Kup and a few of the other wreckers were on their usual patrol. Keeping an optic out for any decepticons from coming near the base. After some time the wreckers started making conversation and well…Kup has always stayed secretive with some things. Even as the others knew something was always up when speaking about relationships.

As they continue, you and your group were heading to their location to find some energon. This group always taking you with them as back up.

Deadlock being one of the bots. You and him always got along. But nothing really in common. Despite the comments many would make and assume about you two.

Many assuming you both would become a couple because “Swords” and both having a sort of understanding with peace. But the truth was.

Most Decepticons at your area at least. But you two… Could give less of a shit about each other.

As you all made your way to your designated location in your alt modes. One of the femmes say they should transform and look around once set up.

Having the 2 snipers look for any camp as the others watch around to protect.

You and Deadlock up front and watching.

Both having one arm down as the other bent and the cervo on a sword handle. You and Deadlock both doing this but with opposite cervos. Standing far from the snipers as the others started working on their weapons.

“You sure this gun blaster with work Y/N?” A femme asks you as she kneels down next to you. You glancing down at her as you let out a sigh.

But not in annoyance. You’d not then speak without looking at the bot.

”I designed it didn’t I. You can trust with promise it works.” Deadlock side eyed you before looking forward for a moment. The bot huffed as the femme got the weapon ready before sitting down with it.

The femme from earlier walking into the open land searching for life and energon. Becoming bate for any possible autobot.

Luckily she’s fast so killing her will be hard.

Back with Kup and his gang one of the bots sees the decepticon. Another fight soon insues. You and Deadlock soon getting involved as you both ran together into battle.

During the long fight it was you against Springer who made sure to insult and in his way flirt with you every now and then.

Meanwhile Deadlock took on Kup.

Deadlock was able to get a good upper hand. Even insulting Kup for his age when he can. Despite being aware you were around the same age as him.

With you and Springer the fight was just as intense.

As you two fought. You mostly were in hand in hand combat. Showing his boxing skills no match for your martial arts.

But because you both were on higher ground. You both ended up falling down a steep and long hill.

Falling into tree of an unknown planet (not earth). Springer dragging you along as he try’s to get into a few good punches.l

As you both fell to the ground. You two now seperated by the others. You’d make your way to pin Springer down. Getting ontop of him and holding him down as he struggles against you.

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Meanwhile with Kup. He wasn’t having much of a good time either. Deadlock being able to get an upper hand.

Stabbing his sword into and through Kups leg before then twisting it in for good measures. Causing Kup to groan and scream as he lays there. Doing the same thing to his arm on the other side of his body. Both his upper arm and upper thigh now injured as he groans and looks at Deadlock. Deadlock just casually cleaning his swords before looking down at him.

”Sweet dreams…..you old brute.”

From there he walked away. Leaving Kup there as he bleeds out.

Back with you and springer he was able to get you off him…eventually. After being able to grab something off the floor and stabbing at your thigh with it. Causing you to groan. He’s stab you once more at the side of your waist.

Pushing you and shoving you down with both hands.

As he was fast to get ontop of you. Soon he stabbed you in your left eye before shoving your face down into the ground as he puts you in a headlock as you struggled against his strength. He defiantly trained with Kup before.

”You once had honor before joining Megatrons fake cause! I only hope Primus may forgive your spark as he sees the blood on your hands…..Him and Yoketron…”

You’d continue trying to fight against him but it was no use. For a moment you believed him though. Maybe…it was best to see if it’s time for you. After all no one’s really waiting for you now.

And so…you gave up. Your arms no longer on his as he continues.. Eventually you stopped moving.

Springer then letting you go.

He’d leave after spitting on your frame. Making his way to the others as he climbed up. Eventually the two teams would seperate as the decepticons realize they’d have to retreat. Thanks to you missing and Deadlock couldn’t take them all on.

The others asking where you were. Only for the leader to say you are in the Autobots mercy now as a response. Deadlock not paying much mind as he transformed and drove with the others.

The same thing happening with the Autobots.

Believing Kup was killed by one of you until Springer mentioned he killed you.

At least that’s what he thinks.

After some time when everyone else was gone. The wreckers believing Kup was gone. After a few kliks it soon started to pour with green rain. A moment of silence.

That is….until you woke up with a gasp. Soon standing up as you looked around confused. You’re…alive? That-…how??? You’d look around and wonder.

Returning to the field only to see everyone was gone as you notice their tire marks on the mud around you.

As you kept looking around you soon find….Kup.

Kup groaned as he tries to stop the bleeding from his arm. Only for it to at times be too painful for him to try to stop it. His groans loud as he closed his optics. You made your way closer to him and kneeled down.

”Kup.” Your voice soft as he slowly looked up at you. The rain almost getting in his way. So you leaned your upper body over his.

Using your cervos to support yourself over him. Your cervos on both sides of his helm as he finally looks at you. Taking note of your optics injury. “I’m truly dyin’….Guess I’ve always knew it be you who’s the last thing I see during this whole damn war.”

He chuckled. You missed that chuckle. “Dont worry Kup. I’ll get you patched up.”

You’d then get to work on his injures. He’d groan from time to time as you took out a few of your tools from your hip. You’d take a few from your first aid before every mission. You’d check on him once you finished.

“Kup you still with me?”

Kup then looks at you as he sighed. “Yeah…But don’t really like this rain much though.”

You’d sigh as you think for a moment. You’d then gently pull him up. Ignoring the pain the stabs in your thigh. Having him on your back with your cervos under his thighs as his frame rests against your back, the arm not injured wrapping around you neck as you walked to a close by cave you noticed when making your way to the spot earlier that day.

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As you both made it to the cave you made sure to be very gentle with him. Setting him down against the wall of the cave. His cervo gently holding his injured arm as you checked his leg injury.

While you worked on it you didn’t expect to hear his voice as you kneeled before him consecrated.

”Why…Why are you helpin’ me Y/N Our…Our agreement…”

”Kup..I just…I just can’t right now.” You stay silent for a moment as Kup looks at you with curious optics.

“There’s more Y/N. Just spit it out.” You sigh.

”I just couldn’t leave you to die. I don’t wish to just leave you to bleed out….Even if you would do the same to me….” You looked down. His frown still there but..sadder. “Y/N…Do you still-”

He doesn’t finish as you grab his location transmission for his ship to come to you guys. “Y/N what are you-“

”You need to make it to the medical bay. Or else you’ll die.”

”But you need help too! Dont try being a hero now after everything! At least let the medic patch up you-“

”KUP!…….You. Come…First. The Autobots…they wont care I’m just another dirty decepticon who’s just leading you to deception…That’s all I am and all I’ll be! Understood!? You are going to be saved and we go our seperate ways. Like before as agreed!”

You’d keep at his leg before satisfied with how it is.

Kup only stared at you until he notices a big rock close to him.

“You know, when I think of us before. The possibility of us reuniting after our…separation. I thought it be on…different circumstances….heh even the possibility of it being over as we fought each other at most.”

You stay quiet for a moment before finally speaking as you then looked at him as you spoke. “Oh yeah and how you oof-“

Kup knocked you out with the rock in his cervo. He panted as he leaned back and looked at your unconscious body. Memories start flowing through his mind.

Snippets of you laying next to him on your shared berth. Your bright smile when you both were still young adults. When he would watch you sleep peacefully next to him. Back when you two were still Conjunx.

When you both still showed your love together…

Soon as he’s pulled out of his thought. The lights of his rescue ship appears. Kup letting out a sigh…He has a lot of explaining to do now…..

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After Kup was saved and you were taken in. Kup explained everything to his and Optimus. Optimus was a bit more understanding and asked the right questions as they interrogate him.

After Optimus told Kup that although they must hold you captive. You are a dangerous bot after all. Having a reputation amongst the Autobots. Springer was to say at most, the most surprised after hearing you saved him.

But just like everyone else. He wasn’t sure how that was possible. It has to be some sort of miracle that you survived. Only being knocked out and all.

Soon after when Kup and his team go on thier own ship once more. With you as prisoner. The young bots didn’t waist anytime with flooding Kup with questions. ”So what the hell is the story with you two- like you two make out before knocking them unconscious?”

”More importantly how did you even bag that! They’re way more good looking then you!”

”Not too mention probably younger Kup!”

”What was sex with them like?”

”GIVE US TIPS OR SOMETHING OLD MAN!!!!!!!!!”

Kup has had it. Standing up and yelling at the bots to shut up.

“Will you all shut up alright??!! Ok we dated! We were married for a good while before the war. We went our different ways. That’s all you need to know! They chose to save me for some reason alright! I don’t know why either. But I couldn’t leave them on that planet to bleed out!!!…….Now drop it.”

He sits back in his seat as he looked down.

Springer then sighs and looks at the others. All of them with pleading optics for him to ask you a very certain question.

He’d then command for the ship to go on autopilot and turn his chair towards Kup who just sat there.

”Kup…tell us how you and Y/N….met.” Kup glances back at Springer as well as the other bots did. He’d then sigh. Turning his chair toawrds the direction to the others as he rubbed the bridge of his nose with his closed optics. Letting out an annoyed groan as he looked at the others.

“Fine Y’all really wish to know? I’ll tell ya. But NO interrupting. Understood?”

The bots nod as they stare at him. All then pulling out some energon like popcorn. Kup then speaks of the very you and Kup met.

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I was but a young bot at the time. Before the many of your were born. I wasn’t always such an old bot either.

Back then I didn’t have my wrinkles and not much of a smoking habit then. I was just an ordinary bot. Trying to find work to help protect under the council at the time.

I was good friends with Hounds boss who had the best war stories. And he owned a pretty good guns and weapons store along with a shooting area. Little did I know. He got his weapons specialized and even practived by a certain bot who would change my life then.

And…in a way I still don’t and will never regret that moment….even now. They’re still the most…..fascinating bot I have ever seen…..Y/N…..

The door chimes as you walked in. Your swords on your hip handles as usual. You pretty much looked the same. Having no eye bags and no wrinkles like the more faded ones you’ll have in present time.

You had your usual smile on your dermas.

Your optics narrowed as you sighed. Making your way to the front counter. Kup was there feeling the guns weight in his cervos before noticing you at the corner of his optics.

He’d look at you as you pass by. His intake open a bit as he stares at you. You speak to Hound as his mind starts racing.

Eventually putting the gun down before he works up the confidence to come up from behind to next to you. Resting his elbow on the counter as his frame faces you. Trying to put on the best smile he can.

But it ends up being more nerdy and awkward. You’re looking at a gun Hound gave you to look over as Kup finally speaks.

”Hey there. Haven’t seen you around..here..” He drifts as he notices your swords. You’d glance at them then back at him. Then raising your cervo to him to shake as you kept your signature smile. “Y/N. And you are?”

He slowly shakes yours as he smiles once more. “Kup. So uhh you-”

”Alright Y/N I got your payment. Tell your Sire I said hello.” Hound walks in interrupting you both. Kup feeling a bit of pain in his spark as he struggled with his words. His cervo still out and his arm bent.

You and hound speaking for a moment more.

”Goodbye Kup. It’s nice having have met you.” Your soft voice pulling him from his thoughts. He watched as you leave. Both your arms stay on your sides as your hips sway. Kup stands there with his intake open as his arms falls to his side finally.

Hound noticed and closed his intake using a digit as he looked at him confused. “You good?

I wasn’t- after that I just couldn’t get them out of my helm. Such a strange but exciting feeling. And so that next day. I made a….choice.

“Hey Hound.”

”Kup? What brings you here? Didn’t you just do your pick ups yesterday?” Kup rubbed the back of his helm.

”Yes- but I was wondering ‘bout that bot yesterday. Y/N?”

”You’re still on about that bot? They’re just someone who works at that dojo. Barely even use guns themselves. I’d say forget’em now Kup. It ain’t like you to-“ Hound was then pinned roughly against the wall by Kup.

”Hound. Just give me the location of them and I wont tell your boss your dirty little secret with his daughter.” Hound gulped as his cervos stay up. “Okay-“

Wait- Hound actually got laid?

That’s besides the point! After Hound finally spoke. His intake actually to some use. I made my way to the dojo. I wasn’t sure on what I was goin’ to say or do. But I knew I just had to try…Not like I had anyone waiting for more besides some roommates.

Kup made his way to the dojo your sire owns. As you were in the training room, helping elementary sparklings learn to kick. Your sire Yoketron was at the front desk speaking to one of his students.

He was a few feet taller. Having a more bulky build.

Kup walks in and looked around. The student leaving as Yoketron turns his attention to Kup as he places his cervos behind his back.

“What brings you here young bot? Is it guidence on your….violent path? Or…something more?” His optics narrow as he stares down at Kup. Noticing Kups traits and the way he stands.

Kup looked up at him with his optics a bit wide.

“Uh yeah- Y-yes! I’m looking for a certain bot. Their name bein’ Y/N. You happen to know them?”

”Tall bot, two swords, yellow optics?” He says say he pointed at his own optics. Even tilting his head as he spoke.

”Yes that’s them! Heh. Wondering to ask them about possibly….I don’t know going out or somethin. So they work here. Right?” The two stared at each other. Yoketron had his helm tilted a bit as he stared down at him. After a second he finally blinks then narrowed his eyes.

”What is your name and occupation young bot?” he asks placing his cervos back behind his back.

”Name’s Kup. I’m currently training under the council for the military. I serve and protect to fight in any future wars and serve the city. I mostly handle in guns you see.” He gently pats his rifle in the gun holder on his hip. Yoketron seems a bit alarmed but stays firm as he listened.

“Would you say guns should be used for “much” combat in way?”

Kup thought for a moment. “Uhhh Well yes I suppose since it’s faster and gets the job done more then well why not?”

Yoketron stands there again. But his helm no longer titled as he then looked at him and blinked. At first Kup almost had a grin. Thinking he got him to agree to let him see you. But then as Yoketron walked out.

He was holding the back collar and waist of Kup. Throwing him out as he falls on his aft with a groan. Kup then looking back at Yoketron as he sat there.

”Until you can learn to find your inner peace and to not rely so heavily in the studies of…Just Guns. But the possible use to better help one forth called enemy. You may see my child then…Kup.”

He’d then close the door as Kup groans and stands up.

Walking away. That’s until he gets an idea as he sees the dojo is also a home in the upstairs.

When Yoketron walked up the stairs to the living room of your apartment later that evening, you were making energon cake to celebrate his birthday. You’d notice something was up with him. “Are you ready Sire?”

“Yes my little one.” He responds with a smile. You keep your usual smile and serve him his energon cake as he sits down. You taking your seat next to him as he looks at the candles. His cervos on the table. “Make a wish Sire.”

wait- How’d your know that happened?

……….They told me.

Oh-.

Now stop interrupting!

Sorry-

So..later after buying some flowers and walking around a store close by. Waiting for my chance of either their old man leaving or even just seeing them through the glasss window.

I soon saw my chance as I saw their Sire Yoketron walk out of the dojo. Once he was far enough and I saw then at the front desk. I went straight in for their heart! I was a lot more naive at the time….

After some cake, Yoketron got ready for his outing. “I’ll be visiting some old friends from my teen years. You’ll be fine while I’m out my little one?”

“Yes Sire. Now enjoy yourself. I shall be here upon your return.”

He nods and walks out after giving you a warm. As he left. It being mid afternoon. Kup was waiting on the other side of the building next door. You’d make your way to the front inside ahead of the front desk. You’d start cleaning the floors with a broom. From there Kup makes his way closer. Seeing you as you had your back to the glass door. He had some flowers from the store across.

Before he walked in he checked his looks at his reflection in the glass. He groan at himself. Why was he acting like this???

He’d then clear his throat once he walked in. “Y/N hello-“

You’d turn around and see him as you still held your broom. “Oh Kup hello. What brings you here? Are in search for self defense possibly?”

He chuckles as he got closer to you.

”Well no. I’m just here to speak uh speak to you actually…” You two are silent for a moment. He seemed like he wanted more to say.

“Uhhh these are for you!!! Thought it be a nice restart of…meeting?”

You chuckled as you set the broom down and gently took the flowers. Your cervos gently brushing against his.

He blushed a bit. And he had to hold back his grin from getting bigger. You gently smelled the flowers before looking at him. “Thank you Kup. They’re beautiful. Is there anything I can do for you?”

”Weeeeell a date would be nice. Maybe at that restuarent down the street of the broadcast tower?”

He was panicking inside as he looked at you. Your optics widened a bit and even had a small blush on your cheeks. Your smile only gone for a moment before soon returning. You’d narrowed your optics as you looked back at the flowers. You’d then let out a soft chuckle.

“Alright Kup. Since you asked so nicely.”

Kup had the cutest and most silliest grin as he looked at you. But from there both of your optics widened as you both look back at the sound of a voice. “Little one I apologize. I forgot to tell you….”

Yoketron walks in with a smile on his dermas. But that soon leaves when he sees ou too. Only seeing ou through the glass.

You stood there. Still holding a large bouquet in your arms as you stood there. Your face blank as your bright yellow optics looked up at him. Kups face now full of worry and a bit of fear.

You’d then smile.

”Ah Sire Welcome back. This is Kup. What was it that troubles you?”

Yoketron was definitely holding back as he forced a smile. “Oh doesn’t matter. Just missed you little one.”

He walks over to you ignoring Kup. “Ah these flowers are beautiful.”

”Aren’t they? Kup here bought them for the store across I believe. Aren’t they lovely.” You’d smile.as you looked at Kup. Kup was internally screaming on the inside. “I’ll uh see you then……Bye!”

From there Kup left as Yoketron rested a cervo on your shoulder. You were confused but then pulled from your train of thought as your Sire spoke.

“That young one is not guided well my little one. Best be careful with him as you carve your path. And I’m afraid I’ll be gone for a few days. So the shop will be closed for a few until the weekend. Understood my dear?”

You’d nod. “Yes Sire I’ll be fine.” He’d smile and leave. He’d then look around then make his way to his destination.

And so after that I made my way back to my apartment. I thought about them. That’s literally all I could do. I just couldn’t stop. It was then though that I realized…..I forgot to set a date and time-

And so that same night after some tips from some friends. I got an idea.

As you made you way to your berthroom. Writing in your notebook of possible weapon upgrades. You’re pulled from your thoughts as you hear a knock on your window. You’d then see its Kup hanging on for dear life.

“Kup!!!”

You’d open the window and he’d sit on the window frame. One leg in as he spoke.He

“Hey sorry I forgot to tell you a date and time.”

”Oh that’s alright figured you’d visit tomorrow or somethin…..Would you like anything?”

”Oh no no I’m just thinking maybe we can meet…meet at 4…tomorrow?”

You let out a soft chuckle and nod.

“Sure I’ll see you then Kup.” He took note your smile is a bit wider as lets out a nervious chuckled and you two stared at each other.

”Well I should probably uhh head home from there. S…see you then.” He climbs out and closes the window. Him smiling as you did the same. Both of you looking at each others optics. But when he tried to take a step back. Your body turned to the side before fully turning around as you crossed your arms.

Kup forgets he’s on a roof. He falls back and lets out a shout. You’d hear and run to the window. Opening it as you looked for him. Sticking your upper body out the window as you looked down.

”Are you alright?!”

”Yeah yeah…I’m fine.” He’d say as he stood up. After dusting himself off he waves at you with a smile. “Until then!”

“Until then…” You waved back as you watched him walk away. A chuckle leaving your intake and a smile on your dermas. After he was out of view you’d close the window and head to your berth.

And from there. So much has happened. Our date went perfect as you can imagine. The two of us having a lot on common in fact. We both enjoying a lot of things including guns and war tactics. They weren’t as peace on earth as you’d expect. Even when you’d look at their Sire. They had…more character and much tougher even.

Which defiently my type. After our date we ended the day with a kiss. Though I’ll admit I did get a bit carried away. But who wouldn’t?

And so after we’d have a few more dates. Eventualy when their sire returned I got to meet him in better terms. I eventually won his heart after I agreed to train under him for a good while just to gain his trust…..

And so after a few months after we started dating. I grew more in love with them every single day. Every..second I’d look at them. Think of them. And even when I didn’t think of them for a moment I’d still catch myself falling in love with them more and more. That was…..until the war started.

Everyone was choosing sides. Losing their jobs and so on. I wanted them to join the Autobots so that we can be together as we grow old through the war…but…

As you made your way into your shared apartment with Kup. He was sitting on the couch. His cervos together and his helm low. His knee moving up and down in his nervousness before he looked up at you.

“Y/N! You weren’t attacked were you?”

”No Kup. You know I can protect myself.” You say as he stood and walked up to you. His cervos on your waist as he looked down at you with worried optics.

You placing your cervos on his chest and shoulders as your forhelms touch. Tears forming in your optics.

”They…they got to Yoketron….I..I couldn’t tell if they were decepticons or Autobots-“

”Shh Shh Y/N. It’s ok…. I’m so sorry…He’s with the all spark now. He’s with Primus now. At least he wont be a part of this war now sweetspark…” He kisses your forhelm as you closed your optics.

You calm your tears as you looked up at him..”Kup……Megatron and Optimus Primes words….Their points of views….”

Kups optics widen a bit before returning to narrowing. Sad but almost hope in his optics as he spoke. “Y/N I…..I made the choice to join the Autobots….I..I don’t know if you…”

He sees tears fall down your cheeks more as you stared at him…..He finally sees it once you pulled back a bit. The decepticon logo on your chest as you cried. He just stares at it. Processing it..

”Is this…what you truly believe to be right for you sweetspark?” His voice cracked a bit at sweetspark.

His forhelm touching yours once more. “….Yes Kup…Megatron has a point with this…messed up system….and…and…” His dermas were against yours.

You returning the kiss immediately as both of your optics remained closed.

The kiss was passionate. Much like your first as it lasted. But…sadder now. Your soft kisses the only thing heard in the room as you both held each other for a bit longer.

Eventually he’d pull away for a moment. His dermas a little close to yours as he whispers. “I wont fight you sweetspark….But….” His cervos now on your shoulders as he pulls away. His optics soft as he has the frown he’ll soon wear all the time to his old age as he spoke.

”An autobot…cant be with a decepticon…and if our paths were to ever cross….we shouldn’t hold back….We are nothing more but enemies from then on……”He says as he walks past you to the door. Saying that last part as he opened the door.

“You shall always be in my spark…maybe in another life.” You two gave each other one last kiss. Not caring if it’s right or wrong…

Once he pulls away. He backs up only a little bit.

“Good bye..Sweetspark….I’ll always keep you in my spark.. even if I can’t see it.”

Once he was out. You teared up only more. You two saying that was your way of saying I love you. You falling to your knees as Kup hears your soft sobs through the door. Tears falling down his cheeks as he tried to remain strong. Making his way to Optimus once his tears finally disappeared….

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“And that’s basically how it ended…”

The few of the wreckers were holding in their tears as they just stared at Kup.

Bulkhead though was the biggest cry baby in there as whirl tried to calm him down. “Chill out dude-“

”AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH It’s so Saaaaaaaaad” Bulkhead cries as he blows his “nose” in a tissue. As the others cry too, even Kup looked at them surprised.

Springer then becomes the one with the idea. “Kup maybe you should….talk to them. Try to understand this and well….maybe in some way…there’s hope for the both of ya.”

Kup took in his words as he looked down for a moment. The others agreeing with him as Kup then sighs. “Yeah I…Guess I’ll give it a try.”

He’d stand up as the others watched. Making his way the cells where you were behind held captive in.

You were already awake. Your cuffed to the wall with two of your arms up. Same with your ankles being cuffed as well as you could only watch out the window from your cell.

Eventually though you’d notice the cameras turning off as their lights turned off.

Kup soon appears, opening the cell. You took note he had a bandage on his leg and his arm. He did have a limp. He took note of your bandages as well. You had a patch over your eye now as well as a bandage on your thigh as you’re held up.

Along with a wrap around your waist.

He’d make his way to stand infront of you. Leaving the cell opened as you two stare at each other in silence.

Until he spoke.

”They um….patched you up pretty well huh..”

”Yeah..They did. …They um…They..:

“Kup..Why are you here?”

Kup thinks. He thinks hard as you look at him.

”Why don’t we..have a chat. Hm?” He pulls a chair and sits in front of you.

”Sure, not like I can go anywhere.” You both chuckled as you both began to speak. Talking abut the good. The bad. Everything throughout the year. Eventually the two of you reach a heart to heart.

Even as you spoke about how the Decepticons are no longer what they were build up for in the first place.

But despite you wanting to leave. It was a lot harder than what most Cybertronians would expect. You’d explain how you’d wish to leave but always felt so trapped. Especially when around Deaddlock who is one of the only few bots who can match you.

Then you two spoke about the past when you both dated. You made a mention. Something you forgot to keep secret from your hot headed partner. Causing him to stand up as he confronts you.

”You were once courted by Hound??! How come I never heard of this before??”

”He asked me to not tell you. Me and him just ended things on good terms when we realized it wouldn’t work out.”

”How long before us?”

”…………”

”Y/N.”

”mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm like two…..” He raises an optics ridge. “Two?…”

”weeks-“

”Two weeks before we met??!!”

”Yeap-“

Kup started losing his crap. Throwing the chair and talking shit about Hound.” That guy can’t even- UUGHH!!!”

”Yeah and after that he went into a relationship with his bosses daughter. At least he finally realized what he wanted before breaking another’s heart huh.”

You’d say with a smile as Kup finally calmed down. Before standing before you again. “Oh we are so having a talk later. I already…….I already spent enough time here…..”

”Will you…visit me again?”

You’d say as he looked at you before grabbing his cigar. Something he did out of habit everyday. He’d look at you. Your optic soft and…sad..

He’d then think again before coming closer to you. His chest almost touching yours as he spoke. “I want you to be honest with me….Do you…..Do you still love me Y/N?”

You’d stare into his optics. Both surprised but….honestly happy from his question. So as you opened your intake. You spoke nothing but the truth.

”Honestly….The love I have for you…It never truly went away. What we both had back then…It never truly stopped.”

Kup only stared at you. Knowing that you’re telling the truth. He’d then sigh before nodding as he looks at you once more. Only to start uncuffing the cuffs on your ankles.

”Kup what are you-“

“Before I do your hands…Y/N will you join the Autobots? Join me? The wreckers are one of the best teams you’ll ever join! Join me and we can restart!……This is the only chance I can give you…..”

His cervos rested on your waist as you looked away for a moment. Maybe this can be your chance?…..Why not? And so with a shaky voice but warm and soft…you spoke.

”I will fight..For the Autobots.” Causing Kup to smile as he finally releases your arms from the cuffs. His arm around your waist as he handles the other cuff.

So when you were finally not against the wall, you weight was against him and he gently sets you on the floor. Your cervos on his shoulders as his other arm wraps around your waist as well. You both staring at each other with small smiles on both of your dermas.

“So, you goin’ kiss me like you miss me?” You asked teasing. Him letting out a soft chuckle.

”Boy did I ever before huh?” You both let out a chuckle as your dermas soon meet.

Unlike your last one. Similar to your very first kiss. While still filled with love and passion. It wasn’t full of sadness like the last one. Or unsure and scared as the first one. This….this one is more certain. Almost impatient as your cervos move to the back of his helm.

His arms around your waist gently holding you against him as the kiss grows more hungry. His cervos then picking you up by your thighs, you moving your legs around his waist as your cervos remain where they are.

You’d pull away for a moment. Your optics narrowed as your dermas are close to his. His optics narrowed as well.

“I missed you Kup..”

“…..I missed you too sweetspark..” you both smiled.

Both soon returning to your kiss. It becoming more and more heating as you both cling to each other.

Luckily since the Wreckers didn’t have any other prisoners. You both didnt have to worry about making too much noise. Until you got forgot of course.

Before you both knew it Kup had your back against the wall. The sounds of your kisses and moans in the cell as you both soon then..hear a couple clicks.

You two defiently have a lot of making up to do. Every second worth it!

—Meanwhile with the Wreckers….

Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank

Whirl was sipping on some energon coffee. Only for it to fall on his lap from the cup and make a mess as the others were playing cards. Springer having his cervos interlocked as he watched forward. Bulkhead then looking at Springer ad the others soon do the same.

Springer then sighs as he rubs the bridge of his nose. “He earned it. Can’t say scrap this time guys.”

The others groan.

“Yeah that’s it just like the old days!!!” Kup yells causing the wreckers to groan more and Bulkhead to cover his own audio sensors. This went on for a good while after…..-

Bonus—

As you spoke to the Wreckers.

Them curious on how someone like Kup was able to convince you to date him.

Looking at your point of view.

Kup can be seen in the background strangling Springer with just his cervos as Springers own are on Kups arms. Trying to stop him.

Yeah Springer told Kup why you were knocked out.

So Kup descided to teach the poor lad a lesson on what happens when you mess with his sparkmate.

A lesson he’ll surely never forget.

UGH!!!!!! I LOVED WRITING THIS!!!!! THIS WAS SO FUN AND GOD IM SO HAPPY TO FINALLY WRITE FOR HIM!!!!

I hope all you other Kup simps were able to read and enjoyed this. Sorry that it’s so long. I got so carried away but I regret nothing!!!! I hope you to see you guys in the comments and hear y’all opinions. So ya know don’t be too mean lol.

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[meazalykov]

battle of the blood

esmee brugts x reader x sister!OC

summary: el clásico gets the best of your emotions

warnings: childhood trauma, strained family relationship, angst, swearing, verbal abuse, mentions of physical abuse, long chapter, I know esmee started during this el clasico but I changed it for the plot.. please be warned.

oc: your sister's name is isla, you can make up her face claim

as one of the best defenders in the world at 21, you remind everyone why you’ve earned that title, having faced some of the world’s best forwards and come out on top. 

you love football, its your entire life, but there’s something else that was added to that: 

your girlfriend, esmee.

esmee, who came to barcelona in 2023, is your love. her presence makes everything feel right, and you can’t help but smile whenever you see her at all. you remember the day she arrived, the way her eyes sparkled with excitement, the hint of nervousness as she stepped into her new life. 

it was the start of something beautiful—not just for her, but for you too. you had been searching for something deeper, and there she was.

being with esmee has awakened a side of you that had been dormant, buried beneath the pressures you’ve had throughout your entire life. 

during training sessions, the intensity can be overwhelming. despite the urgency of it all, esmee is always there. she makes your heart race, not just from the adrenaline of the sport, but from the love you have for her. when you catch her gaze from across the training pitch, it’s as if time slows down. 

the world around you fades away, and all you see is her.

in those fleeting moments, you can’t help but sneak in quick hugs, a brief escape from the tiredness of training. yes, you keep things professional in front of the public but the team adores the mutual love you have for eachother. 

esmee giggles, a sound that sparks warmth in your chest, but you can see the hints of nervousness creeping into her demeanor. her teammates, playful and lively, often tease her, and while you know it’s all in good fun, you can’t help but feel protective of her. 

when the world gets too loud, esmee knows how to bring you back down to earth. she asks about your day, your plans, anything really, and in those moments of vulnerability, something you weren’t granted as a child.. you find peace. 

you cherish the little things, like the way she plays with your hair or how she leans her head against your shoulder, finding safety in your presence. mosttimes, when the pressures of life seem too heavy, you sit together in silence, holding hands and blocking the world away. 

evenings spent together often find you curled up on the couch, watching your favorite shows, stealing kisses during the best parts, or sharing popcorn as you giggle at the most ridiculous moments. these are the times that reaffirmed your belief in love.

a few months into your relationship with esmee, an undeniable comfort settled between you two. you realized that the walls you had built around your heart were slowly coming down, allowing her in. 

those late-night conversations that once danced around the surface now floated into deeper waters. you acted in certain ways that made esmee knew that you had a difficult past, but she never questioned you about it. she would never force you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with. 

one evening, while sitting on your cozy balcony, the barcelona street lights twinkling below, you felt compelled to open up about something that had long weighed on you.

“esmee,” you began, your voice just above a whisper, 

“you know my sister, isla?” the light from the street below caught the glint of curiosity in her eyes. she nodded, already aware of that fact but eager to hear more. 

“we don’t really get along,” you continued, almost wanting to laugh since your words were  an understatement. 

esmee leaned closer, her expression shifting to one of concern. 

“i get that, but… what happened?” her gentle prompt encouraged you to delve deeper. you took a deep breath, gathering the courage to share the truth.

“it’s not just sibling rivalry, esmee,” you began, your heart pounding. 

“it’s… it’s more complicated than that. when we were kids, isla was never really nice to me. she would tease me, and I tried to brush it off, but it was relentless. as we got older, it turned into something darker.” 

esmee’s brow furrowed, and you could see the flicker of concern in her eyes. 

“what do you mean?” she asked softly, her voice steady but filled with empathy.

“there was this one time,” you recalled, the memories flooding back with clarity. 

“we were in the field, just playing football during one of the days that we didn’t have practice back at my childhood club, then, out of nowhere, she just… snapped. she started pushing me, calling me names, she beat me up then started saying I’d never be as good as her.” 

your voice trembled as you continued. 

“that was just the start. it got worse. she’d corner me, taunt me. when my parents weren't home, she would always beat me up. its not like they would have cared since they were never around but isla alway reminded me that I would never be her.” 

esmee’s hand found yours, her grip tightening slightly as if to reinforce the bond you shared. 

“y/n, I’m so sorry,” she said softly, her eyes glistening with understanding. 

“that’s awful. no one should have to go through that, especially from your sister.” 

the weight of your confession felt heavy yet liberating. as you spoke, you worried that it might shift her perception of you, but her unwavering gaze reassured you. 

“it’s been hard for me to reconcile those memories,” you admitted. 

“i wish she would snap out of it, be the sister I always wanted. but every time I think about confronting my past, about talking to her, it’s like that darkness just pulls me back.”

“you have every right to feel how you feel,” esmee replied, her voice a soothing balm against the turmoil inside you. 

“sometimes letting go is the healthiest choice. it’s okay to put distance between you and someone who brings you pain.” 

in your mind you had esmee’s love, and that was more than enough. 

when isla transferred to real madrid from aston villa back in august, it sent shockwaves through the football community, but for you, y/n, it was merely a confirmation of what you had always known. everyone expected the announcement to create an excitment among you, with commentators dissecting every angle, but you felt strangely detached. after all, you had long ago come to terms with the reality of your relationship—or lack thereof—with isla.

most people suspect that you and isla aren’t close at all, and they’re right. the truth is, you don’t even follow each other on social media. it’s not an oversight; it’s a deliberate choice. you’ve both carved out your own professional existences in the world of football, but the disconnect runs far deeper than just career paths. 

when isla’s name surfaces in interviews, you always say, “she’s my sister,” but even that feels like a hollow statement. it’s the only phrase you can utter without spiraling into a torrent of emotions that wouldn’t be conducive to your public image. 

your pr team constantly reminds you to keep it professional, advising you to avoid any personal comments that could lead to negative speculation. they know the rumors swirl, that fans are eager to dissect what must be some family drama. 

they think it’s just sibling rivalry or jealousy. if only they knew the truth—that isla’s presence in your life had been more harmful than supportive, and that your silence is more a shield than a statement.

as the media continues to pair your names together, it’s irritating to reflect on the fact that you’re linked by blood and talent, yet worlds apart in spirit. you wish you could express how isla’s competitive edge always crossed the line into emotional and physical abuse, how the shadows of your childhood still loom large, how her triumphs feel like a stark reminder of your own struggles. 

for now, those words remain locked away, buried under layers of professional decorum and public expectations of barcelona players.

as el clasico approached, you felt your mood souring more and more each day. anticipation crackled in the air like a thousand tiny static shocks. for you, it felt heavy, oppressive—a cloud she couldn’t shake off. 

the usual buzz of excitement that surrounded the biggest match in football felt muted, as if you were standing behind a glass wall, watching everyone else thrive in the moment while you grappled with your own turmoil. 

only a handful of people on the team seemed to understand why your demeanor had shifted so noticeably. esmee was one of them—brash and spirited, always ready to sprinkle a bit of humor to lighten the mood, yet deeply empathetic when it came to your struggles. 

esmee had a sixth sense for when y/n was struggling. alexia, as captain, also had a deep understanding of the weight y/n’s situation with isla. she’d made sure to keep conversations about family issues to a minimum during training sessions. 

the rest of the team suspected something was off, but they respected y/n’s space, choosing not to pry or gossip. 

“things will be okay, y/n,” esmee reassured her you afternoon, giving a supportive squeeze to your waist after the conversation of el clasico was brough up. 

“we’ll get through madrid together. we’ll play the full 90 minutes and then come back to barcelona. you won’t have to see isla again until march.” 

despite the attempt at comfort, y/n felt her heart sink. she appreciated esmee’s sentiment, but the thought only compounded her feelings of dread. 

“i didn’t see her for three years when she was at aston villa,” y/n muttered, frustration clawing at her chest. 

“why did she have to come to madrid? it’s like she’s intentionally making my life worse.” 

y/n had achieved her success in her own right, yet every time she saw isla on the edge of the pitch, posing for photos or congratulating teammates, y/n felt herself slipping back into the background. the knot in her stomach twisted tighter, amplifying her anxiety. do any of those people know that isla is an abuser? do they know that she used to beat up her younger sister until her hands started to hurt too much? probably not. 

“c’mon, y/n, try to see the positives,” esmee urged, attempting to pull her friend from the dark place lingering in her thoughts. 

“this is your chance to show madrid what you’re made of! i know you’re a defender but maybe we can get a goal out of you!.” 

you forced a laugh with a smile, but it felt more like a grimace. the idea of stepping onto the pitch, with thousands of eyes watching you—not only as part of barcelona but in direct comparison to isla—sent your mind spiraling. 

what if you didn’t perform well? what if your sister outshines you? 

you had wanted to have this magical moment as a pro player without isla looming in the background, always casting a lengthy shadow over your achievements.

“look, why not make this game about us?” esmee continued, trying to penetrate y/n’s wall of anxiety. 

“play for the team, for each other. we’re going to have fun! it’s el clasico! if anything, we should be excited! forget about isla.” 

it was hard for you to forget, very hard. how could you? memories of childhood flashed through your mind: the abuses, the times when isla’s achievements always overshadowed your own spark. it felt like being trapped in a cycle she couldn’t escape. 

you remembered celebrating each of your own milestones quietly, while isla was surrounded by adoring friends and admiring coaches. 

taking a moment to gather your thoughts, you felt a flicker of determination ignite within you. esmee was right about one thing: it was important to rely on your teammates, the women who had stood by your side through victories and losses alike.

perhaps, if you reframed your perspective, you could focus on what you could control rather than the shadows of your past.

as training sessions progressed, it became harder for you to keep your emotions in check. every exercise, every drill, became a mental obstacle course. the tension built up not just for you but for the entire team. they were gearing up for a match that was not only an opportunity to prove themselves against their fiercest rivals, but also a chance for you to confront some demons that had followed you into the present.

the morning of el clásico broke in madrid, sunlight streaming through the hotel room window, illuminating every corner and filling the air with an electric energy. 

“hey, sleepyhead! wake up! it’s match day!” kika chirped, her voice bright and cheerful as she moved around the room, throwing a pillow on your sleepy head.

you couldn’t help but wake up and smile at her enthusiasm, though the knot in your stomach tightened a little more.

“morning,” you replied, stretching and rubbing the sleep from your eyes. the vibrant posters of barcelona hung on the walls, a reminder of the mission ahead.

 “did you sleep at all?”

“of course! i had this amazing dream about scoring the winning goal,” kika laughed, her excitement contagious.

you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of that same energy, even as your mind drifted back to other thoughts.

“i barely slept. too many thoughts,” you admitted, the weight of the day pressing on your shoulders.

“about isla?” kika guessed, her tone shifting to something more understanding. you nodded, your heart sinking a little at the mention of her name. 

the reminder of being in the starting lineup sent a mix of nerves through you. as you and kika finished getting ready, you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the bathroom mirror. 

you looked focused, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of longing for the comfort of esmee’s arms. it was hard not to wish you could have a moment away from the pressure, to feel the warmth and safety of your partner’s embrace. 

“let’s head down for breakfast,” kika suggested, sensing your distraction. you nodded, knowing that you needed to center yourself and prepare for the day ahead. the atmosphere in the dining room was buzzing with excitement, the smell of coffee and fresh pastries filling the air.

as you entered, the chatter of your teammates surrounded you, their laughter and energy infectious. you settled at the table, and soon the conversation turned toward the madrid lineup. your heart raced as they mentioned isla's name, and you felt the knot in your stomach clench tighter. 

“of course, they’ll have isla,” mapi said, a slight edge of playful rivalry in her voice. 

“she’s one of their best forwards. should be fun trying to keep her in check.” 

“fun,” you murmured, trying to smile. inside, you felt a mix of admiration and jealousy, an emotional tug-of-war that blurred the line between sibling rivalry and personal ambition. 

“we’ll handle it,” frido chimed in, trying to lift the mood.

as breakfast came to an end, you took a moment to reflect on everything swirling in your head. thoughts raced as you prepared to head to the stadium, the enormity of the day dawning on you. 

this wasn’t just another game; it was el clásico. you would be facing isla, your biological sister.

"you ready?" mapi asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement, oblivious to the storm inside you. you forced a smile, nodding tightly as the whistle blew, marking the beginning of el clásico. 

you quickly tucked your worries to the back of your mind, focusing on the game ahead.

as you maneuvered up the pitch, you could hear your teammates calling for the ball. aitana had it, and you made your way toward her, preparing to receive the pass. just as you felt the rhythm starting to flow through you, a figure rushed at you, and adrenaline kicked in. 

at the last moment, you spotted that familiar silhouette, but it was too late. 

you managed to push the ball to caro just in time, but the force of the collision pushed you back slightly. steadying yourself, you took a quick look only to realize it was isla. instinct kicked in, and you pushed her away from you. 

"don’t push me!" she snapped, her tone a mix of irritation.

“i just did!” you shot back, your heart racing as your blood boiled. you could feel the heat of her presence instantly igniting all those old wounds. 

“whatever, just wait until the end my little sister. I hope your teammates are ready to pick up the pieces when you fall apart.”

the exchange hung heavily in the air, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze as the intensity of the game continued around you. you fought to push out the old memories of isolation and hurt, taut and angry.

“not today, isla,” you muttered under your breath, refocusing on the game, trying to shake off the encounter. deep down, you knew this game was about more than football; it was about proving to yourself and to her that you were no longer the scared girl she once abused. 

you were a force to be reckoned with—a player in your own right.

 

isla shot you a dirty look before returning to her position, the tension prickled in the air. you forced yourself to breathe through it, channeling the storm of emotions into energy for the game. 

ignoring her felt like a mini victory, and you strived to sink back into the rhythm of the match.

the chaos of the field surrounded you—the shouts from your teammates, the roar of the crowd, the pounding of feet on the grass. 

with a swift glance up the pitch, you saw patri breaking through the defense. it was now or never. positioning yourself perfectly, you lifted your foot and sent a precise cross sailing through the air. everything slowed down as you watched the ball arc toward her. 

in the glorious moment that followed, patri met it with her head, sending it soaring into the back of the net. 

“vammoooss!” you shouted, adrenaline exploding through you as the crowd erupted in cheers. overwhelmed with joy, you sprinted toward patri, 

your heart racing. when you reached her, you jumped onto her back, wrapping your arms around her shoulders in a triumphant embrace.

“what a header!” you laughed, squeezing her tightly as she hoisted you up effortlessly. the bond you shared with patri was one of the deepest you had on the team too.

“you played it perfectly!” she beamed, her smile contagious.

the second half kicked off, and when esmee came on, you felt a rush of excitement. she was not just your girlfriend but she was an excellent player. as you positioned yourself on the right wing, you watched with anticipation as esmee was on the left.

suddenly, the joy of the moment was shattered. without warning, isla charged toward esmee, pushing her hard at full force when the dutch girl had the ball. you felt your stomach drop as you witnessed the blatant foul unfold right in front of you. 

esmee hit the ground with a thud, disbelief written all over her face as she looked up at the referee. the whistle blew, but to your disgust, isla received only a simple yellow card.

“that should’ve been a fucking red card…” you mumbled to yourself, unable to hold back the frustration bubbling up within you. you were furious—not just at the referee’s poor judgment but also at the way your sister exploited the situation. 

it was conscious and cruel, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as your fists clenched at your sides.

mapi, who was close enough to overhear, giggled softly, sensing your ire. 

“I think we all saw that, you know?” she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. you shot her a glance, half amused but still seething. 

“not funny,” you replied sharply, trying to keep your focus on the game. you could see esmee slowly getting up, shaking her head in disbelief as she brushed off the grass on her legs. 

a mix of sadness and anger welled within you—it wasn’t just a foul; it was a reminder of how your sister’s actions affected not just you, but your loved ones as well.

it was hard to shake off the fight in your chest. the thought that isla was playing dirty, particularly against someone you cared about, burned intensely. you glanced back at esmee, who shrugged off the hit.

shortly after, the game continued.

the tension in the stadium reached a fever pitch as the clock ticked down to the 87th minute. barcelona had just scored their fourth goal, courtesy of alexia, and the crowd erupted in cheers that reverberated around the pitch. 

just when you thought the game was stabilizing, hell broke loose in a way you never anticipated.

isla broke past ingrid as if she were a mere hurdle, her focus unyielding as she made a reckless dash toward the goal. in that split second, your heart raced—not in excitement, but in horror. that familiar cocktail of hatred and anger surged through you, overwhelming all rational thought. 

you weren’t just standing by anymore; you were compelled to act, to protect what was rightfully yours on the field.

without a second thought, you lunged forward at full speed, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you executed the fastest and cleanest side tackle imaginable. your body struck the ground, sliding into her with precision. isla flew away from the ball, sent sprawling across the pitch as your foot sent it careening toward the crowd, safely out of harm’s way.

the satisfying thud of your tackle felt like a victory, but it was short-lived. as you stood up, energy still crackling in your limbs, you felt a rush of pride—until that pride morphed into a tension that shadowed the field.

isla sprang to her feet, standing right in front of you with rage bubbling in her eyes.

“who the fuck do you think you are?” she spat, invading your personal space, her face a mask of anger and disbelief. her breath was heavy, and you could see the seething hatred reflected in her dark gaze.

you pushed back, adrenaline mingling with defiance. “i’m the one who stopped you from making a fool of yourself! that was a pathetic run!” you felt empowered, knowing you had thwarted her attempt to score, and relished the moment of victory. 

isla laughed bitterly, her voice slicing through the chaos around you. “pathetic? look who’s talking!” 

“you’re a joke, isla! you always have been!” 

“joke?” she echoed, her mouth twisting into a sneer. 

“at least i’m not the one who needs to prove myself every time i step on this field. everyone knows what a failure you are!” the venom in her words stung, and her face was a twisted mirror of the anger that coursed through you.

“maybe if you spent less time abusing people and more time focusing on your own game, you wouldn’t be in this position right now!” you responded, the heat of the moment making you bold. your gaze locked onto hers, refusing to break contact, as if the intensity could somehow ward off her next assault.

“you think this is about me?” isla laughed, the sound cruel and mocking. 

“this is about you, desperate to be seen, desperate for validation!" the derision in her voice felt like a blade, piercing the surface of your confidence.

“this is so fucking hilarious, you’re scared!” you shot back, your voice shaking but resolute. 

“scared that if you lost, you wouldn’t know who you are anymore. you’re obsessed with proving you're the best, shit you abused me for years and that wasn’t enough, maybe you should’ve killed me isla!”

“look at you! the fact that you’re still here makes me sick!” isla ignores what you said, failing to admit her abuse towards you.

“you’re such a bitch, thinking you could go to barcelona and think you’re hot shit—” 

“says the one who chose madrid of all teams, look at your team with zero goals!!” you snapped immaturely, the words spilling out before you could even catch yourself. 

cata tried to pull you away from your sister for the last twenty seconds, but it was no use; your anger suddenly surged, fueling a strength that felt almost uncontrollable. 

at that moment, everything around you turned into a blur as adrenaline surged through your veins.

alexia had noticed the commotion and began to move toward you, determination etched on her face. 

“leave her alone!” athenea shouted at you, stepping between you and your sister.

“score a goal then come back to me, you bitch,” you shot back, your voice laced with defiance as you metaphorically swatted athenea away like she was an annoying fly. 

“don’t speak to her like that!” your sister yelled, pushing you.

the crowd around you watched in shock, drawn into the escalating drama, whispers and gasps cutting through the din of the match.

suddenly, both teams surrounded you, players from both sides trying to break up the heated argument. tensions flared further as a few of your teammates exchanged barbs with madrid players, the atmosphere thick with hostility. 

the referee rushed in to maintain order, but you and your sister remained locked in a fierce gaze, hatred radiating off you like heat from a fire.

“i haven’t seen you in three years—what the fuck? you know what? you’re hopeless. you’ve always been the one holding everyone back! shit, you guys would’ve been up to six if you didn’t make those mistakes you did!!!” isla spat.

“you’re pathetic, isla. maybe shut up and stop pretending you’re even close to being good enough. maybe try watching your balance next time?” you shot back, the memory of the side tackle you had executed flashing before your eyes, where she had fallen face-first into the grass.

“do you think anyone actually believes in you at barcelona? i don't, and i’m positive your captain doesn’t either!” isla laughed, the sound harsh and mocking, as if your words were nothing more than a joke to her. 

“you don’t know me, you don’t know y/n, and what happens at barcelona, go away!” alexia shouted, her voice cutting through the chaotic atmosphere as she rushed towards you, clearly infuriated by what had just transpired. 

she pulled you away from the escalating confrontation, her grip firm and protective, while olga carmona was busy dragging isla away, separating the two of you in a tangle of emotions and disbelief.

as the whistle blew, signaling the end of the match, the rush of emotions hit you like a tidal wave—embarrassment, anger, sadness, and confusion twisted together in an overwhelming torrent. 

your heart raced, every beat echoing your thoughts over and over: why did your sister hate you so much? yes, you had initiated the encounter with a side tackle, but it was just a game! a competition, something you had always loved, something that was supposed to bring joy. 

yet, here you were, feeling like a stranger in your own life, treated as though you were the villain in a twisted narrative that belonged to Isla.

deep down, you knew you weren’t the evil one. it was Isla—the sister who once had control over your life through years of emotional and physical abuse. the memories rushed back, uninvited and unwelcome, as you thought about the day you finally managed to escape at 16, signing with la masia and vowing to break free from the darkness that had enveloped your childhood. 

you had fought tooth and nail to build a life away from that pain, so why, after all these years, did she still hold such a powerful grip over your emotions?

the anger began to bubble to the surface, fierce and unyielding, igniting sparks of determination within you. you promised yourself you would never let anyone, least of all her, treat you like that ever again. yet with that anger came an undercurrent of sadness, an ache that resonated deeper than you wanted to admit. 

you realized, more painfully than ever, that you didn’t know your sister anymore—this Isla was a stranger in your life, and yet the years of shared history felt like a heavy weight pressing down on both of you. how had this happened? it felt surreal, standing on this battlefield of memories past, both of you reduced to adversaries when you should have been allies.

watching teammates embrace amid cheers and celebrations around you, you began to feel profoundly isolated. their laughter rang in your ears like a mocking reminder of the bond you once had with Isla, a bond that was now fractured, strained by the years of resentment and pain that simmered beneath the surface. 

it was as if you were caught in some cruel twist of fate, living out a nightmare where your family ties had turned into shackles, binding you to a painful legacy.

questions raced through your mind like a whirlwind: was there any hope for repair? could you ever bridge the chasm that had formed between you? every thought pulled you deeper into the confusion of your feelings, and you wondered if healing was even possible after so much trauma. 

the night wrapped its heavy cloak around madrid, its bustling streets still alive with the echoes of celebration and the collective energy of the crowd. bright lights illuminated the cobblestones, but inside the dimly lit bus, you felt completely enveloped in darkness.

the soft chatter of ecstatic teammates faded as you made your way to the farthest back seats, seeking solitude and privacy in the midst of a chaotic victory.

as you settled into the back corner, you pulled your hoodie over your eyes, the fabric a barrier from the vibrant world outside. your chest felt tight, a vice slowly tightening with each breath. the floodgates opened, and tears streamed unabated down your cheeks. 

you couldn’t remember the last time you had cried like this, where each sob felt like a physical release, an expulsion of the pain that had been building inside for years. the laughter and joy of your teammates were a distant hum, far removed from the anguish that churned in your heart. even in your secluded corner, memories of your fractured relationship with Isla rushed over you, relentless waves that threatened to pull you under.

“you don’t have a sister. you don’t have a sister,” echoed in your mind, each repetition stinging sharper than the last. the thought sank deep, raw and brutal, leaving you feeling utterly unmoored.

as you rested your head against the cool glass of the window, gazing out at the blurred lights of the city, the world outside became a mere backdrop to your inner turmoil. you could hear muffled conversations, the exuberant energy radiating from your teammates—a stark contrast to your spiraling emotions. 

the victory that had once been something to celebrate now felt meaningless in the face of the tears that wouldn’t stop falling.

just then, the door creaked open on the bus, and vicky stepped in. she was still glowing from the game, her face alight with enthusiasm, but that expression quickly faded when she spotted you in the back. 

concern etched itself across her features, and her heart sank. she could see from the shadows of your hoodie and the position of your body—hunched and closed off—that you were in distress. overwhelmed, vicky turned on her heel and dashed back out of the bus, seeking out esmee, who stood chatting at the entrance with ellie.

“esmee! y/n is on the bus crying,” vicky mumbled, urgency lacing her words. the concern in her voice was palpable; she wanted to keep the team from overwhelming you, sensing how raw your emotion was and how much space you needed.

esmee felt her stomach twist at vicky's words. she had watched you take that fateful departure from the group, and it had left her heart heavy. she knew you better than most, knew when you needed to be left alone and when you needed someone to pull you back from the edge of despair. 

without hesitation, she scooped her things into her bag and sprinted past vicky, urgency pushing her feet to move faster.

the bus interior was dim, the only light provided by the streetlamps outside the window. it was quiet and still, a place where vulnerability thrived. esmee's heart raced as she stepped onto the bus, drawn immediately to the haunting softness of your cries. 

approaching you cautiously, she felt a pang of sadness pool in her chest. settling down across the aisle from you, she could now see the crumpled sleeve you were using as a tissue.

“y/n,” she whispered softly, her voice barely breaking the silence between the two of you. you didn’t respond, lost in the storm of your emotions. esmee took a deep breath, grounding herself as she tried to navigate this delicate moment. 

“can I sit with you?”

the slight shift in your posture told her it was okay. she moved into the seat right next to you, close enough to feel your warmth without infringing on your space. you still kept your eyes fixed on the streaks of light melting into the darkness beyond the window.

“it’s really okay to cry, baby,” esmee said gently, her tone soothing and patient. it was a balm for your frayed nerves, and for a moment, you blinked through the haze of tears. 

“I’m right here with you. you’re not alone.”

you drew a shaky breath, but the tears kept coming. it felt too heavy to be cradled alone in this storm of feelings. esmee reached forward, resting her hand on the empty seat between you, her fingers subtly inviting closeness. 

“I can’t take what you’re feeling away for you,” she continued softly, 

“but I can sit here with you while you feel it. it’s okay to not be okay.” esmee stays realistic. 

the tenderness of her words seeped into the crevices of your heart, and for the first time, you glanced towards her. her eyes were filled with concern, a deep and genuine empathy that made something inside you shift. 

the warmth of her gaze encouraged you to speak, to let out the words you had been holding tight within.

“it’s just… everything,” you managed to choke out between sobs, your voice breaking as the weight of the years spilled from your lips. 

“Isla… everything that happened at the end of the game, everything.”

esmee nodded, completely attuned to your pain. 

“I know it’s changing everything you thought you understood about things. It’s like a dark cloud, isn’t it?” she said, her gaze unwavering as she leaned closer, conveying both solidarity and strength. 

with gentle resolve, esmee shifted a fraction closer, and as if sensing your need for comfort, she brushed her hand against your back, the soft contact grounding and familiar as you lean against her chest. 

it felt as if she was sending warmth through that simple gesture, wrapping you in the safety of her presence. you blinked at her, your tears mixing with the warmth that slowly began to settle in your chest.

“i hate her.” you mumbled. 

“i can see why,” esmee understood. 

esmee gently placed her hand on your waist, her fingers squeezing lightly as if to remind you she was there, physically and emotionally. 

as the tears poured forth, each drop carrying away a piece of your pain, a piece of the suffocating grief that had held you captive for so long, it felt easier to breathe. esmee didn’t shy away from the gravity of what you were feeling; instead, she leaned in closer, her presence a steadfast beacon. 

the familiarity of her touch ignited a sense of safety, drawing you just a bit closer to the shore after feeling lost at sea for so long.

“let it all out,” she encouraged, brushing her thumb softly over the back of your hand that rested limply in your lap. it was a gentle caress that seemed to wipe away some of your doubts, a silent promise that you were moments away from finding solace in companionship. 

“nobody’s judging you here, I promise.”

you clung to her hand, feeling an unexpected safety in that small gesture.the tears continued to flow, but rather than a dam holding them back, it felt like a river running its course, tearing along and removing the debris of old pain.

esmee did not shy away from the intimacy of the moment; she was your shelter from the turmoil, absorbing your sorrow alongside you.

“no one has to know we’re having a moment,” esmee teased gently, her playful spirit shining through despite the gravity of the situation. she added a smirk, trying to raise the corners of your mouth into a semblance of a smile. 

you couldn’t help but chuckle at her light-hearted attempt to coax you from the shadows. laughter bubbled up from the depths of your throat—tentative at first, but it felt slightly like sunlight breaking through the clouds. 

“I might be too emotional for this team,” you replied, your voice still thick with emotion but softened by humor.

“at least we have each other to be emotional with,” esmee offered with sincerity, squeezing your hand gently before letting it settle back on your thigh, a touch that was both supportive and grounding.

as you both sat in the quiet of the bus, the soft sounds of the city thrumming outside, you found solace in the physical closeness and the shared silence after esmee’s words. 

you might not have your biological family, but you have found your family at barcelona. 

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[euphorix-moon]

Love Maze

Vi x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Helping Vi realize that she can break out of this loop that's she's in

Warning: Slightly Angsty and slightly out of character

A/n: Arcane season 2 just came out and i'm still reeling from everything, just had to make this cause i was inspired by episode 3 it broke my CaitVi heart

It was just one of those days,

There weren't many days where you would get the house all to yourself to enjoy so you didn't waste the chance to relax when your roommate said she was going out to run some errands.

You were currently enjoying your day re-reading through your favorite book series until you were disturbed by a sudden knock at the door.

You skeptical and slightly annoyed you went to go answer the door. Opening the door is when you came face to face with the pink-haired woman you came to know as Vi. She almost looked slightly surprised to see you at the door but kept her composure

"Is she here ? " Vi asked worriedly

"Hi nice to see you too, but unfortunately your girlfriend isn't here, she went out to do some stuff" you replied

She lightly sighs before saying, "Well if that's the case then I guess I'll wait for her till she gets back. That's fine with you, right ?" She says walking through the door before you can get a response out. You sigh closing the door behind you knowing she would stay and wait either way.

There was an awkward silence between the two of you guys so you took it upon yourself to try and get a conversation going.

"So....what brings you here ?..Is it the same issue again ?"

Vi glares at you but after some time does lightly nods her head to confirm your suspicions. You kept quiet lightly sighing to yourself.

The cycle had become almost predictable at this point: a fight would ignite, Caitlyn would storm off ghosting Vi, and then, a few days later, Vi would return, offering half-hearted apologies that seemed to smooth things over just enough to delay the inevitable crash. Caitlyn never seemed to learn, and neither did Vi. But the truth was, they both were just playing the same tired game, and you wanted all this nonsense to come to an end once and for all.

Here,” you said, slipping behind the counter to make a couple of drinks. “Let’s take the edge off. I’m sure you could use something stronger than water right now.”

Vi didn't argue. She sank down onto the couch, taking a deep breath, clearly exhausted from everything. As you handed her the glass, you kept your tone light, almost casual. "So, how's work? How’s your family? Anything to distract you from… well, everything?"

She gave a weak laugh, taking a sip of her drink. "Work’s fine. Same as usual. Nothing exciting," she muttered, looking down at her hands, clearly distracted. "Family’s... okay. You know how it is, always got something goin on"

You nodded, pretending to listen, but your mind was already working. "Yeah, I get that. But seriously, when’s the last time you actually did something for you, Vi? Like, something that made you feel alive? Not just for Cait, or for your job, but for yourself?"

That was a hook. Vi wasn’t even aware of it. She leaned forward, a little too eager to talk about herself, to talk about anything that didn’t involve the draining mess she was in. She starts going into detail about the many things she's been interested in but never got the chance to due to feeling like she's alway has to balance a thousand things in her life.

"Well if I'm gonna be real honest with you Violet, it sounds like this relationship is just another thing holding you back" you say with sincerity.

"It’s just... it’s not that simple, okay? Violet shot back.

me and her have history. We’ve been through a lot together. And—" she paused, trying to gather her thoughts. "Yeah, things have been tough lately. But we love each other. I know she has her issues, but I really think we can fix this. I don’t want to just... give up on everything we’ve built."

You almost rolled your eyes at the word history—as if that was supposed to make everything else okay.

"Vi," ."You’ve been ‘fixing’ things for months now. You keep telling yourself it’s just a phase, that Cait’s going to change, that things will get better. But they never do. You are stuck in a loop and you can’t keep pretending like nothing’s wrong."

"So, what? You want me to just leave her? After everything? You’re not even trying to help me,You’re supposed to be my friend. You should be supporting me in making this work, not... pushing me away from her!"Vi’s jaw clenched, her chest rising and falling with each breath as if she was holding back.

Her words stung just a little bit but you knew how to respond back. "I am doing this because i care enough to tell you the truth Vi, you deserve so much better than this. Don't let Caitlyn stress you out so much, especially when there's already a lot on your plate".

"You just don't get it. You don’t know what she's like when we’re together,” she says, still feeling obligated to defend her relationship.

"Maybe i don't and i might be wrong about all of this, but all I'm saying is that if you were my girlfriend id be the one coming to apologize and id try to find every possible way to make it up to you." You say leaning closer towards Vi

She sputters trying to find the words to defend herself, every single word unfortunately dying in her throat.

"I’d be the one begging you for another chance after acting like a dumbass. I'd spoil you and not let you do anything till you forgave me" You continued.

The silence that fell between you and Vi after your last words was thick with unspoken things. Vi feels as if her heart is beating out her chest as you continue to close the distance between the two of you guys.

"You do deserve better, Vi," you said, your voice soft but certain. "And when you’re ready, I’ll be here for you. Not just as your friend, but... more than that, if you want. You don’t need Cait to feel loved. I’m not going anywhere."

Vi looked at you, her eyes wide, and in that moment, it was like everything clicked for her

You wanted to kiss her. You wanted to show her that everything she needed wasn’t in Cait. That there was more for her. That she didn’t have to settle.

Just as you leaned forward, your lips barely inches from hers, the door to the room creaked open, and the sudden sound of keys jingling at the front door broke the fragile bubble that had formed between the two of you.

You two quickly back away from each other, moving to the opposite sides of the couch, averting eyes as Caitlyn walks into the room

A/n: Sorry for the cliffhanger and sorry to all the caitvi shippers, i love them too...i just can't pretend that i wouldn't want vi if they broke up fr.

[lord-luminous]

Someone called Bill Cipher and Ford Pines a doomed soulmates pairing and I haven't been able to stop thinking about that.

Being doomed soulmates, to me, always felt intrinsically tragic. One of the few examples I could think off hand are Achilles and Patroclus, two people loved each other so much but they weren't destined for happiness. Greek heroes 99% of the time never are. Soulmates as a trope is defined in someone being destined to end up with their perfect match.

That's why Bill and Ford being doomed soulmates is so utterly fascinating. BillFord is probably the most anti-romantic pairing Gravity Falls (show) could honestly conjure. So much of that pairing is built on manipulation, lies and transaction. Bill is using Ford to get into the a physical realm so he can rule it, while Ford is idly using Bill to learn more things about the unnatural side of the world. So those two being soulmates on any level is going to be anything but healthy. I mean, even in the show, Bill tortures Ford for information.

Furthermore, it can be used in such fascinating theories and AUs. When we read the story as them as explicit doomed soulmates, while pairing information we have from the show and fandom theories you can bring to life fun concepts.

When the show was airing, there was a theory post-ATOTS that Blendin Possesed By Bill had messed with Ford's project to further ruin it than Stan had. Which is why it looked more damaged coupled with the "Blendin was here" with a triangle right there in the episode. So what if it was Bill that ruined the project? That would make the Stan Twins fight and go their separate ways, while this intentionally led Ford right down the path to meet Bill eventually in Gravity Falls. The path that eventually lead to their partnership, Ford being pushed into the portal, 30 years trapped in the Dream Dimension, and later, Bill's defeat.

And that's just one idea I came up for some random fanfiction floating in my brain. The reason I even like that particular concept is that it does more than absolve Stan of wrongdoing, but rather shows you how twisted Bill Cipher could be. There's more you can do with it. Doomed soulmates destined to find each other, and destined to ruin each other. Bill being half the reason Ford was pushed through portal or how he let Ford go insane through fear while Ford being a part of the Cipher Zodiac that could vanquish Bill or using the memory gun on Bill to erase him from existence.

It's so interesting because even if BillFord isn't my ship, you can unpack so much through their dynamic through this lens. Like what makes them click together and what drives them apart.

You guys might have already realized all this, but I just needed to get this off my chest. Finding out more about Bill and Ford's relationship has altered me on a fundamental level. Doomed Soulmates is actually the most appropriate way to define it. How else would you define it?

Thank you for listening to me, a semi-casual fan of Gravity Falls.

[brainddeadd]

Nico Hischier x fem!reader x Jack Hughes

Nico and reader slowly begin to realise that maybe they're missing a piece of the puzzle and maybe that piece has been right in front of them all along.. Jack Hughes

It started subtly—so subtly that neither you nor Nico noticed at first.

You and Nico had been together for a while, your relationship steady, built on trust and deep affection. He was your anchor, the calm to your storm, the steady presence in your life that made everything feel just a little easier. And yet, there was always something lingering at the edges, something unspoken.

That something had a name. Jack Hughes.

Jack had always been around—because, of course, he was. He and Nico had a connection that went beyond teammates, beyond captain and alternate. There was a natural ease between them, a deep-rooted friendship that neither of them questioned. And you? You had fallen into their rhythm effortlessly.

The three of you spent so much time together that lines blurred. Late nights at Nico’s apartment turned into sleepovers with Jack draped over the both of you on the couch. Inside jokes became a language only the three of you spoke. The warmth between you and Nico? It was there with Jack too, in a way neither of you had dared to analyze.

Until one night—one very normal night—when you and Nico found yourselves alone, curled up together in bed. He was tracing idle patterns on your arm, lost in thought.

"Do you ever feel like…" He trailed off, hesitant.

"Like what?" you prompted, turning to face him.

He exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "Like we’re missing something. Or maybe… someone."

The words settled between you like a secret waiting to be uncovered. Your heart skipped a beat because, oh.

Oh.

You knew exactly what he meant.

Your mind immediately went to Jack. To his easy grin, the way he fit so perfectly into your world, how natural it felt when he was with you and Nico. How it never felt quite complete when he wasn’t.

The realization sat between you both, unspoken yet undeniable.

Nico watched your expression carefully, something flickering behind his eyes. "You feel it too," he murmured, more of a statement than a question.

You nodded slowly. "Yeah. I think I do."

Silence stretched between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything, it felt like something clicking into place. Like recognizing a puzzle piece that had been there all along.

And just like that, everything started to change.

Neither of you said anything right away. The weight of realization pressed against your chests, but it wasn’t heavy—it was something else entirely. Something exciting. Something right.

The next time you saw Jack, it was impossible to ignore.

He was sprawled across Nico’s couch, freshly showered from practice, hair damp and messy, scrolling through his phone like he owned the place. Because, in a way, he did. Jack had always been part of your world, always belonged in this space between you and Nico.

You and Nico exchanged a glance. The same thought passed between you without a word. How had we not seen this before?

Jack must’ve noticed something in the way you looked at him, because he raised an eyebrow, smirking. "What? Do I have something on my face?"

You swallowed, suddenly nervous. "No, just—"

"You’re annoying," Nico cut in, but there was no bite behind it, just warmth.

Jack grinned and stretched, looking between the two of you like he was waiting for an explanation you weren’t ready to give. But maybe… maybe he already knew. Maybe he’d been waiting for you to figure it out.

The next few weeks were filled with tiny moments that made everything painfully obvious.

Nico’s hand lingering on Jack’s back longer than necessary after a game.

The way Jack would instinctively reach for you—grabbing your waist to move past you, brushing a thumb over your knuckles without thinking.

Nico watching you both, eyes dark with something unreadable, like he was turning over an idea in his mind, waiting for the right moment.

And then came the night.

It was supposed to be just another evening, the three of you curled up on the couch watching a movie. Jack was wedged between you and Nico, your head on his shoulder, Nico’s arm draped across the back of the couch. The warmth was intoxicating, familiar yet… different.

At some point, Jack turned his head to say something, but the words never came.

Because you were looking at him.

Because Nico was looking at him.

And Jack knew.

His lips parted slightly, breath hitching, eyes flickering between you both. He swallowed hard. "Oh."

Nico huffed a quiet laugh. "Yeah," he murmured. "Oh."

You reached for Jack’s hand without thinking, lacing your fingers together. He squeezed back, hesitant but firm. "So, uh…" His voice was quieter now, unsure in a way Jack Hughes never was. "What happens now?"

Nico’s fingers brushed Jack’s jaw, tilting his chin just slightly. "I think," he said softly, "we stop pretending we don’t want this."

Jack exhaled shakily, and when he leaned in, neither of you stopped him.

Jack hesitated for only a second. Just long enough to search your face, then Nico’s, like he was waiting for one of you to change your mind, to take it back. But neither of you did.

So when he leaned in, it was careful, tentative—like a first step into something uncharted.

His lips met yours first. Soft, warm, a quiet question. You answered by kissing him back, fingers curling in the fabric of his hoodie, pulling him closer. He sighed into it, something between relief and disbelief, and when you finally pulled away, his gaze was heavy with something unreadable.

But before he could speak, Nico was tilting his face toward him.

Jack’s breath hitched. "Nico—"

And then Nico kissed him.

It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t desperate. It was slow, deliberate, filled with something neither of them had ever put into words before. Jack melted into it, hands fisting in Nico’s shirt like he was afraid to let go. When they parted, he let out a shaky laugh, pressing his forehead against Nico’s.

"Shit," Jack whispered, breathless. "I should’ve known."

Nico chuckled, thumb brushing along Jack’s cheekbone before looking at you. "We all should’ve known."

Jack looked between you both, his expression something vulnerable, something raw. "So what does this mean?"

You exchanged a glance with Nico. You’d already made your decision the moment you realized what had been missing. The moment you understood that this—the three of you—felt more right than anything ever had.

"It means," you murmured, taking Jack’s hand again, "that we stop ignoring what’s been right in front of us."

Jack grinned, wide and dimpled, looking between you and Nico like he couldn’t believe this was real. "Yeah?"

Nico huffed a laugh. "Yeah."

Jack exhaled, running a hand through his hair, still grinning like an idiot. "Good. Because I think I’ve been in love with both of you for a while now."

Your heart flipped in your chest. Nico’s fingers tightened around Jack’s. And in that moment, you knew—there was no missing piece anymore.

Because now, the puzzle was finally whole.

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Paranoia

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky comes home to an unlocked door - his mind convinces him something horrible happened to you

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: angst, fluff

author‘s note: Y‘all this is my first fic. So excited to get this all started!!

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It had long gone dark as Bucky made his way home to you. A mission in Vienna occupied him for the last couple of days and he couldn’t wait to hold you in his arms again, breathe you in, and smoother you with kisses. Communication outside of the headquarters was denied much to Bucky’s dismay so instead of your melancholy voice he only got to hear annoying and unhelpful remarks from Sam through his com, who was tasked to watch his six.

He weaved his bike through the mostly empty streets, definitely faster than he was supposed to but eager to see you.

Walking up the steps to your shared apartment he couldn’t resist the giddy feeling welling up inside his chest, warmth spreading throughout his body. You and Bucky moved in together one year and three months into your relationship. Although it was his place too - you reminded him several times - he let you decorate it the way you wanted it, only throwing in a remark here and there.

He just loved the feeling of being surrounded by you - by the things you chose to include in the life you had with him. The couch, where you would cuddle up together, bundled in a blanket, limbs interlinked, watching a show together. The curtains, you would drag across the window to shield Bucky and you from the world outside. The flower pots littering your small balcony where you showed him how to take care of the plants after he drowned the azaleas last spring. Even the shoe rack where your sandals and sneakers were lined up right next to his boots reminding him of the life you shared. That this was real. That he had you and you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

That giddy feeling though left his body in an instant, with no resemblance of it ever being there. His heart sank to his shoes, even further but his brain couldn’t follow. He was feeling hot all of a sudden but nothing like the warmth that took hold of his heart just moments earlier. His mind was going haywire, wild eyes staring at his hand, which unbeknownst to him started shaking already. His key was still in his hand, ready to turn in the deadbolt of the lock, but all it took was a small push to open the door.

He didn’t realize he may be overreacting. Didn’t consider you could have just forgotten to lock the door. No. Unwillingly, his thoughts were clouded with the worst his mind could conjure up. This was New York after all. And he was the goddamn Winter Soldier for crying out loud. He did his best to make amends, trying to demonstrate that he isn’t the person people know him as but there will always be a few seeing him as the man Hydra trained him to be. He still got funny looks while walking the street, someone crossing the street when he approached and he noticed the sympathetic smiles people throw your way because they couldn’t seem to wrap their mind around how someone as sweet, compassionate, and gleeful can be with someone as him. He had trouble understanding that too.

So while it could have been a small mistake on your part Bucky was reeling at the easy access to your apartment. He shouldered his way into your home scanning the room and calling your name, a waver in his voice.

Nothing looked out of place, no evidence of a break-in. The fluffy white blanket was folded over the armrest of the couch. Piles of books were neatly placed in the bookshelf you built up together. Well, Bucky did, while you read chapter after chapter of the current book you were reading aloud. It took him two hours to build that shelf but not because he had difficulties. He just was afraid you‘d stop reading to him when he finished. Everything looked as it was supposed to but the nagging feeling didn’t let up and he chased down the corridor.

“Doll? Come on baby, where are you?”

He stalked into your bedroom, hoping to see you wrapped up in a warm blanket and reading a book or taking a nap waiting for him but he was met with the empty sheets arranged neatly. Through his panicked thoughts, he couldn’t make out the quiet creak of the door to your laundry room further down the hall and rushed footsteps coming his way.

“Y/n!”

He was shouting at this point, sheer panic lacing his voice and turning on his heels to check the other rooms.

“Buck-”

Bodys colliding, a yelp, Buckys arms shot out to steady you. You found your balance again shooting a concerned albeit bewildered look up at him.

“Buck, what’s going on?”

“Oh thank god,” he breathed out while enclosing his arms around you, tugging you against him. Relief flooded his body and he swayed you both a little still feeling wobbly on his legs and squeezing his eyes shut for a moment while taking a big breath, filled with your scents. His hands roamed your body searching for anything that could indicate discomfort or pain.

You let him hold you for a few moments, feeling his chest heave with deep breaths, and only lightened your hold on him when his heartbeat evened out again. Without letting go completely you lifted your head and tilted backwards to study him better.

“What happened Buck?”

Your whispered concern got Bucky out of his mind and he opened his eyes to look down at you, the hold on you never faltering. He looked a little sheepish now, shaking his head in a small movement, and took a shuddering breath.

“The door wasn’t locked,” it came out with a rasp and he cleared his throat, eyes shifting a little before they met yours.

You furrowed your brows and turned your head in the direction of the door. A couple of seconds later it hit you. You got some groceries earlier today and got distracted by the beeping of the washing machine when entering the apartment. You just shut the door, put the groceries down, and moved Bucky's clothes to the dryer. You wanted them to be clean and dry for when he came back. Walking back you went straight for the groceries to store them away without sparing another glance at the door.

“Shit Buck, I forgot,” It was your turn to look sheepish. You grimaced, moving to meet his eyes again.

“Figures,” he chuckled, placing a kiss on your forehead, lingering there longer than needed, and caught your eyes again, sporting a serious expression this time.

“I’m not scolding you for forgetting baby, it happens, but I need you to lock that door,” he voiced in a whisper, blue orbs intently focused on you.

You sigh, breaking his eye contact, and nod heavily.

“I know Buck, I’m sorry,”

He shook his head, his flesh hand reaching up to caress your cheek and tilting your head to meet his eyes again. His lips met your nose, then your forehead, lingering there again, before holding your gaze and speaking softly.

“Don’t apologize doll, I just…,” He closed his eyes, hanging his head, trying to compose himself so as not to fall back into franticness.

“Hey,” Your soft voice and touch calmed him in an instant. Glossed-over blues met yours again and you brushed your lips over his in a sweet kiss. “I get it. I’m sorry I got you worried baby, won’t happen again. I promise!”

He leaned in to kiss you again angling your head to deepen it. It was slow and soft and you rested your forehead against his after pulling away.

“I missed you!”

He pulled you closer even though it was impossible, nuzzling his head against yours. His lips spread into a smile.

“I missed you too baby! So much.”

Your smile matched his. “You kill Sam yet?”

He chuckled lightheartedly, his body relaxing against yours, the tension in his shoulders leaving completely. He knew you tried to distract him and it worked. It’ll always work because you’re the only one able to ease his mind when his paranoia gets the better of him.

“All beauty has a little tragedy”

- Bridgett Devoue

[dailynnt]

FRIENDS WITHIN TOUCHING DISTANCE

⊹ Summary: Jungkook and you, his childhood friend, live together in an apartment, sharing space as roommates. Your relationship, built on years of friendship, is gradually becoming strained by growing sexual tension. You decide to become friends with benefits, trying not to complicate your feelings. But Jungkook's world is not so simple. When you begin to realize that he is hiding something, you open the veil of his double life - a world of mafia, criminal activity, and risk that could ruin not only your deal, but everything you valued in each other.

⊹ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ Fem!Reader

⊹ Characters: The Reader, Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Min Yoongi, Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Jeon Hoseok.

⊹ 🔞 Age restrictions: 18+

⊹ 👩🏼‍❤️‍👨🏻 Relationships: ⚤

⊹ 📘 Number of part: 30/30

⊹ 🖇️ Tags: best friends, friends with benefits, slow longing, sexual tension, protected sex, unprotected sex, alcohol, drunken sex, inexperienced main character, mafia au, illegal trade, deaths of minor characters, weapons, swear words, scenes of violence, coercion, psychological pressure, death of one of the main characters.

⊹ 👩🏼‍💻 From the author: Here is the last chapter 💜💔 I have a few words for you my beloved. Please read my "love and gratitude letter" for you. By the way, I reread the text and it seemed to me that there was some kind of misunderstanding, but I assure you (you will understand when you read what I'm saying) that Jungkook love Y/N very much, but at that moment he had to deal with Doohoon. He didn't leave her to her own devices, even though she was hurting, it was just that things needed to be resolved with Doohoon! Oh, I hope you don't misunderstand me 🫂💞❤️‍🔥

⊹ 🫂 Dedication: For you, my love @myjungkookthighs. You are my favorite person 😘🥰 You know that I appreciate you so much and LOVE you🥰💜

⊹ ⚠️ Warning: English is not my native language, so there may be mistakes in the text. Please don't get mad at me too much! Those under 18, please don't read this story!

⊹ 📋Tag list: @myjungkookthighs, @notsevenwithyou, @nikkinikj, @lovelyyylunaa222, @jiminiemanura, @jalexad, @kelsyx33, @bhonbhon, @unholyforjk, @ambiee3, @mianhae-baozi , @someoneelse0109, @medstudentlifestyle, @mskookie, @kooccult, @smokinghotstargirl , @curse-of-art, @curse-of-art2 @wintaemoonjen, @jungkookswifeeeeeee, @someonegoood, @kooko007, @indigomoonchild09, @zeytiable (If anyone wants to be in my tag list let me know)

≣ Chapter Index ↓

Part 30. A candy with the taste of revenge. 

The morning was gray and cold. The sun was barely breaking through the heavy clouds, as if hesitating whether to fully illuminate the day. The wind swayed the bare trees along the highway, but the speed at which the Mercedes was traveling made sway hardly noticeable.

Jungkook silently pressed down on the gas pedal, making the car fly forward. The night was sleepless. He, Taehyung, Jimin, Hoseok, and Jin watched the surveillance footage, trying to find even the slightest clue. When Jimin found out that your trail broke off at Panho Bridge, Jungkook thought he was going to go crazy. He immediately went to the Han River, but found no sign that you had been there.

Later, he received a call from Jimin and ordered him to go to the company immediately to track the cameras around the city. At the same time, they checked the managers. They found you only in the morning. Jin was able to connect to all the city's cameras and saw Doohoon taking you outside of Seoul. According to Jin, you were probably in a house that once belonged to Doohoon's uncle.

After receiving the coordinates, Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin, and Hoseok immediately went to the location. But when they arrived, the house was empty. Only fresh tire marks on the ground and leftover food indicated that someone had recently been there.

Soon, Jin called. He and Yoongi had managed to find the "rat" who had been leaking information to Doohoon and Sehun. It was one of Namjoon's managers, Seo Insoo. He heard about your kidnapping, knew that Jungkook and his friends were looking for you, and passed this information on to Doohoon. That's why you were no longer in the house. Jin caught the traitor red-handed on the phone and managed to track the GPS signal. This allowed him to find out exactly where Doohoon was and where he could have gone.

In order not to waste time, they split up. Jungkook and Taehyung took the highway toward Osan, while Jimin and Hosuk go to Suwon. Jin managed to catch the latter's geolocation, but Doohoon broke his phone, so their next steps were still a guess. However, he had identified several places where you could be hiding.

Now Jungkook was racing to the first of them, an old aluminum factory that had once belonged to Doohoon's uncle. The factory was on the outskirts of Osan, far from residential areas, so no one would hear if something went wrong.

Taehyung sat next to him, watching his friend closely. From time to time, he nervously ran his hand through his hair, as if trying to organize not only his strands but also his thoughts.

"We're almost there. As soon as you're near the warehouses, dial us so we know." - Taehyung said seriously into the phone as he spoke to Jimin.

Jungkook was focused on the road, but inside he was seething. How could he let this happen? Why didn't he tell you to wait for him at the company, and then you could have gone home together? Then no one would have kidnapped you.

He couldn't believe it. Doohoon dared to take you away. He made you go through fear and pain. And if he laid a finger on you.

Jungkook will make him pay. Death will seem like a gift to Doohoon compared to what he has in store for him.

"Jungkook!" - He suddenly heard his name, but he didn't even react. The car was going 180 kilometers per hour. The rain was starting to fall harder, so he couldn't afford to be distracted. "Can you even hear me?" - Taehyung asked with a hint of irritation.

"I hear you." - Jungkook grunted, but he didn't really hear anything. His thoughts were only about you.

Taehyung looked carefully at his friend's profile. After a moment of silence, he asked cautiously.

"Is she... pregnant?" 

Jungkook instantly tensed. The thought could have made him even angrier.

"Yes." - He answered shortly, gripping the steering wheel.

"I'd like to congratulate you, brother, but now's not the best time, is it?" - Taehyung said with a subtle smile. Jungkook quickly looked at him and replied. 

"You can congratulate me when Y/N is safe. And Doohoon is dead." 

"How long she’s pregnant ...um..." - Taehyung wanted to know how long Jungkook had been hiding it. "I.e. how long you know?" - He finally asked. Jungkook didn't want to talk about your pregnancy right now. The fact that you were pregnant and being held captive by Doohoon was a pain in his heart. 

"Not long. She's five weeks pregnant." - Jungkook replied, finding his strength. Taehyung clicked his tongue nervously. 

"Damn piece of shit..." - He sighed heavily, searching for words. "This makes things so much more complicated..." - Taehyung felt a strong tension. He knew it was probably better to keep quiet and not make Jungkook feel even worse. Jungkook kept stepping on the gas in silence. "We'll find her." - Taehyung said seriously. He had to support his friend. Jungkook nodded, although deep down he had a feeling that they might not make it.

A few minutes later, Taehyung received a text message on his phone. He read it quickly and then looked up.

"Jimin says they found another trail. He sent his men to another possible hideout for Doohoon." - He said tensely. 

"Let them look." - Jungkook grunted, not slowing down.

Fog began to envelop the highway. Combined with the rain, it only made driving more difficult, but Jungkook didn't care. In his mind, he was already there - in that damn factory. The huge, dark silhouette of the plant was already looming ahead. The rain had intensified, large drops slamming against the windshield, leaving blurry marks that the wipers immediately destroyed. The wind was also getting stronger. 

Jungkook slammed on the brakes, stopping the car a few meters from the entrance. They couldn't risk driving straight into the territory - it was too easy to get trapped.

"The rain is playing into our hands." - Taehyung said quietly, looking in the direction of the factory. "But we have to be careful, he's definitely got a weapon with him." 

Jungkook silently got out of the car, throwing his jacket over his shoulders. The pistol in his holster gave off a pleasant heaviness - something he would need today. 

"Jimin, we're here. We're going to go inside with Jungkook. If we don't get in touch in 30 minutes, come here." - Taehyung muttered into the phone, dialing his friend. 

"Okay, you got it. I'll be waiting for your call. We're on our way too." - Jimin's voice came through the phone. Taehyung was opening the trunk, taking out another weapon. Jungkook stared intensely at the factory. Its lifeless appearance made Jungkook feel pain. He can keep you there. It's cold, dirty, and you're probably exhausted and scared. Anger filled every cell in Jungkook's body. He will destroy Doohoon, today, once and for all, because he crossed the line. 

"Are you ready?" - Taehyung asked as he walked up to Jungkook and reloaded his gun.

Jungkook glanced at his friend and then turned his gaze back to the factory windows, which were completely dark. A cold fire burned in his eyes.

"I will destroy it!" - Jungkook said and walked forward with determination. 

Jungkook walked in front, Taehyung a little behind. They looked around carefully, and walked through the thicket so that they were less visible through the windows, in case Doohoon was watching. The rain dripped monotonously, soaking Jungkook and Taehyung within minutes of reaching the entrance of the dilapidated factory. 

It was dusty and cold inside. Jungkook stood at the entrance, peering into the darkness. It was quiet inside - too quiet. But he knew you were there. He could feel it.

The wind came through the cracks and made the place even more oppressive. Jungkook and Taehyung looked around. The factory was big and they had to go around to find you. Taehyung pushed Jungkook's shoulder lightly, getting his attention.

"We need to split up. She could be anywhere." - Taehyung said in a low voice. Jungkook nodded. He knew it was for the best, but right now, all he wanted to do was find you and take you away.

Taehyung went to inspect the lower part, while Jungkook went upstairs. He pointed the gun forward and listened to every sound. Jungkook walked quietly and like a shadow. Because of the heavy black clouds and rain, it was dark inside. 

Jungkook moved upstairs, walking so quietly that even the old metal floor beneath him made little sound. Water from his jacket dripped onto the concrete, leaving dark spots.

The aluminum smelter was huge and abandoned. It had once been a bustling place, but now only the wind wandered through the empty workshops, making the rusty beams creak. In some places, broken wires hung from the ceiling, and pieces of scrap metal lay underfoot. The air was full of dust and the smell of rust, mingling with the musty aroma of moisture.

Jungkook cautiously walked past the row of broken machines, his eyes sliding around every nook and cranny. There were no footprints. No sound. Only the wind howling and the sound of raindrops on the iron roof.

He looked into a small back room, but it was empty.

"Where are you?" - He whispered. His heart was beating faster and faster. Anger, anxiety, and impatience mixed into one burning cocktail.

Suddenly he heard voices. Jungkook stopped abruptly. He cocked his gun, listening. The voice grew louder. It was right above him. His heart thumped loudly against his chest.

He raised his head. He started to move toward the sound. And then he heard Doohoon screaming. Jungkook ran toward the stairs.

They swayed under his weight, creaking as if they were threatening to collapse at any moment. But he didn't stop.

When he reached the top floor, he found himself in a long corridor. Old lamps were hanging from the ceiling, but none of them were lit. It was even darker here than downstairs. 

A few more steps. He heard nothing, it was quiet again. Jungkook stopped in front of a door, which was the only one slightly ajar. It was old, with peeling paint.

He put his hand on the handle and gripped the gun tighter with his other hand. He pushed it open slowly.

And he saw you. You were sitting on the floor, tied up, with a busted lip, disheveled hair and all dirty. Your eyes were full of pain, but at the same time - unconquerable.

He met your gaze. And his heart went into overdrive. He was instantly at your side. He knelt down and grabbed your face. 

"My love." - He whispered, looking into your eyes, which seemed unable to believe that Jungkook was real. They filled with tears and you finally cried. 

"Jungkook..." - You said, your voice breaking. Jungkook wrapped you in his arms. He kissed the top of your head, wanting to feel that you were real. That he had finally found you. He thought he'd go crazy if he didn't find you. 

"Did he hurt you? Are you in any pain? Did he injure you?" - Jungkook asked question after question, looking into your tired eyes, filled with tears that flowed like a stream. 

You did not answer. You just closed your eyes and sobbed, clinging to Jungkook as if you were afraid he would disappear. His heart clenched with pain. He ran his palm through your dirty, tousled locks, angrily noticing the bruises on your wrists from the ropes.

"It's okay, my love. I'm here... I'm here..." - His voice was low, warm, cautious, like a gentle whisper in the dark.

Jungkook pulled a knife from his belt, holstering his gun before he went, and quickly cut the ropes that had cut into your skin. Your arms fell down and you shuddered as the blood started to circulate again. He immediately grabbed your palms, pressed them to his lips, and lightly kissed the red marks of the bindings.

"I'm going to kill him..." - Jungkook exhaled, his voice filled with icy hatred. He wanted to get up, go, and destroy Doohoon right now. "I will destroy him. Is the baby okay?" - Jungkook asks. You just nod, still sobbing. He kisses you on the forehead and you feel how warm his lips are. Jungkook looked around. 

"Where is that bastard?" - He asked you again. 

"I... I don't know... he went out." - You say quietly. 

"I have to find him..." - Jungkook says, pulling his phone out of his wet jacket. He types a message to Taehyung that he found you and that you are on the top floor. Jungkook tried to get up, but you clung to him with weak fingers, as if begging him to stay.

"Don't go..." - Your voice broke, and your eyes burned, as if you were afraid to be alone with the nightmare again.

Jungkook froze. He couldn't leave you. Not now.

He gently picked you up, wrapping you in his jacket to keep you warm. You didn't resist, just buried your face in his neck.

"It's over. I'm taking you away from here." - Jungkook whispered, but his eyes burned with cold revenge. He turned to the door.

And then... Loud footsteps.

It was Doohoon.

Jungkook turned around, and his gaze, which had just been full of tenderness, turned into a pitiless darkness.

He pulled you to your feet and stood by the window. He noticed the gun. Doohoon had left it right on the windowsill. He grabbed it and loaded it. He put it in your hands and said. 

"If something goes wrong, shoot." - You looked at him frightened. 

"I'm not going to kill him." - You whispered, shaking your head. Jungkook grabbed your face and drew closer. 

"Don't kill him. Just shoot to the side to distract him." - You didn't have time to say no. The door opened and you and Jungkook saw Doohoon who come in. 

Doohoon froze in the doorway. His eyes were full of hatred. But he was smiling evilly. Doohoon slowly stepped inside, his gait relaxed, but his eyes betrayed tension. He looked from Jungkook to you, and his smile grew even wider.

"Of course you're here. I admit I was expecting you much later. You're the best at what you do, as usually, aren't you?" - Doohoon asked. Jungkook raised his eyebrows and pressed his body closer to you, protecting you with his body. 

"And you're using dirty methods as usually, bastard. I'm going to kill you for stealing her." - Jungkook said, his voice sharper than a knife. Doohoon burst out laughing. Jungkook just watched, and you shivered from the cold behind him. He knew Taehyung was coming because he had sent him a text. His sudden appearance would be to his advantage. 

"I took what should have been mine from the beginning. She was supposed to be mine, but you're a greedy scumbag who decided that your best friend is just your property. You even managed to knock her up." - Doohoon says. Jungkook clenches his fists and prepares to just shoot Doohoon in the head. But he can't do it in front of you. It would be too traumatic an experience for you, and it could affect your pregnancy. 

"I will just blow out all your brains and they will decorate the walls here." - Jungkook says. 

"No, man. Let's have a real fight between us. For her. The one who wins will take her for himself. But let's not use weapons, because it's not interesting. Let's fight for her with our own strength." - Jungkook suddenly laughed. Doohoon tensed up and the smile disappeared from his face instantly. 

"You're dumbass. You still don't understand that she's not a thing that can be taken anyone’s of us. She is my woman. Mine! And she will never be yours, and no amount of fighting will make her yours." - Jungkook said, pronouncing each word angrily. Jungkook took a step forward, and his voice, though quiet, was bone-chilling.

"Do you know what your problem is, Doohoon?" - He looked directly into his enemy's eyes, and his gaze burned with anger mixed with contempt. "For as long as I've known you, you've been trying to be better than me, from getting a place in the Taekwondo school to the Y/N. But the truth is, you just wanted to be me. But you failed. You failed every time. And you know why? Because you're a nobody. You're a miserable prat who's spent your whole life envying and copying me." - Jungkook said. Doohoon clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowed, and his hands shook with pent-up anger.

"Shut up..." - He wheezed, but Jungkook just smiled in defiance.

"You can run after me all your life, copy my movements, my habits, but you will never be me. You're a crazy lunatic who thinks you can steal everything-even someone else's life." - Jungkook stopped a few steps away from Dohun, ready for anything. Doohoon took a sharp breath, his hands clenched into fists, and his eyes darkened with rage.

"You think I was copying you? No. Your arrogance is so great that you think you are the navel of the earth. You talked only about yourself, thought only about yourself. You never even considered me as a friend, and I was just your shadow. When I began to like Y/N and I admitted it to you, you became a psycho, obsessed with taking her away from me. And you were only lucky in that she unfortunately liked you. I could have had a good chance to be her boyfriend, but you did everything to make her give herself to you, an insatiable bastard who didn't mind any hole, and you took her virginity as a reward." - Doohoon said. Jungkook stood still for a moment. He was seething with anger. His dark eyes flashed dangerously, and something invisible and heavy seemed to have thickened in the air. Any more and Jungkook would turn his face into a mess. 

He was looking at Doohoon as if he was assessing his every bone and muscle, as if he was deciding whether he should spend another second with him. You looked nervously at Doohoon's face, which was saturated with hatred and rage. 

"Oh, so now you're a victim?" - Jungkook tilted his head to the side, his voice sounding poisonously calm. "Poor Doohoon, always in the shadow of me. I'm surprised you haven't realized it's not about me. It's about you."  - Doohoon gritted his teeth, his fingers clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "You called yourself my friend, you hurt me, then you apologized, and then you wanted me to fail again. So what kind of friendship are we talking about when you've always considered me your competitor? You used to think of yourself as some kind of special victim. As if I took away all your opportunities, as if I deliberately destroyed your chances. But, Doohoon, you never had a chance. You're too weak. Not because you're physically inferior to me, but because you have nothing inside you." - Jungkook took another step forward, forcing Doohoon to back away. 

"You don't know how to build your own life. You were just looking for someone to lean on, someone to blame. First it was your father, then me, now Y/N. But you know what's funny? Even now you don't realize that you lost not because of me, but because of yourself." - Jungkook did not stop. Doohoon was breathing heavily, his face red with anger. 

"You didn't even see me until I became your opponent! And now you're standing there preaching to me?" - Doohoon was trembling with hatred. 

"No, Doohoon." - Jungkook narrowed his eyes coldly. "I've seen you. I've seen you become more and more pathetic, sinking to the very bottom because you couldn't bear the thought of someone better than you. I saw your failed attempts to become me. And you know what? I even felt sorry for you. But now..." - Jungkook was silent for a moment. "Now I don't even feel sorry for you anymore." - Jungkook said in a tone of utter contempt. Doohoon clenched his fists, and at that moment his patience broke. He lunged forward, swinging at Jungkook with all his might, but he dodged.

At the last moment, he grabbed Doohoon's arm and twisted it back sharply, making his opponent cry out in pain. Jungkook held him, and he twisted and writhed in pain. You stared at it all in fright, not knowing what to do. You instinctively clenched your fingers around the cold metal of the gun in your hand. 

"Are you angry now because I'm telling the truth? Because you lost again?" - Jungkook held Doohoon tightly. "You know what I'm most grateful for? That you and your father set me up. For trying to destroy me. But thanks to you, I got real friends, not problems. Those you have never had and will never have. I know what real support is. And you? You are left with nothing." - Jungkook continued to press on Doohoon’s arm, but the latter, gritting his teeth, jerked forward with all his might, pulling his limb out of his grip. 

He turned sharply and threw a swinging punch Jungkook barely managed to dodge it, but he took the next blow to the stomach completely. He gritted his teeth, feeling the pain spreading through his body, but he didn't stop. An elbow to the jaw forced Doohoon to retreat, and Jungkook took advantage of this to apply a takedown and throw him to the ground.

The air was filled with heavy breathing and dull sounds of blows. They fought like beasts-without rules, without pity. Doohoon rushed forward again, trying to grab Jungkook by the throat, but he intercepted his arm and punched him sharply in the chest. Doohoon grunted, but he didn't give up-he swung his leg, and this time Jungkook didn't have time to dodge. He flew backwards, falling to the concrete floor.

You instinctively clenched the gun in your hands even harder, so that your fingers turned white. Your breath came out in ragged gulps, and your heart was beating so hard it was echoing in your temples. They were fighting in earnest, and even though Jungkook was strong, Doohoon was not giving in. You didn't know what to do until you suddenly saw Doohoon pushing Jungkook into the wall, his arms tightly closed around his opponent's neck.

"Stop it!" - You shouted, running over to them. You wanted to save Jungkook. He couldn't lose. He was not supposed to lose.

You ran over and grabbed Doohoon’s arm, trying to pull him away from Jungkook. But he turned around and pushed you away so hard that you couldn't stay on your feet. Your heavy body flew backwards uncontrollably, and you felt a sharp pain in your head as you hit the metal frame. The world around you shook, your eyes blurred, and hot blood ran down your temple.

Doohoon punched Jungkook in the face, then in the solar plexus. He fell to the floor. Doohoon exhaled all the pent-up anger and walked over to you, his eyes flashing with hatred.

"You're a fool! You're protecting him. You always do. I will kill your lover today, and then maybe you. Because I'm not sure if I'll want you after all this." - Doohoon said, towering over you. 

Jungkook, who was still lying on the floor, heard these words. He heard you moan softly in pain. Everything around you seemed to blur, and only one thing flashed through my mind-he must never touch you again. Never again.

He stood up again, gritting his teeth in rage and pain, and lunged at Doohoon with renewed vigor. Doohoon fought back, and Jungkook advanced more and more actively. They were determined not to give in to each other. The lead was constantly changing. At first, Jungkook was the one who was attacking, but as soon as he has a little distract, he became the one who needed to defend. He had to finish off Doohoon quickly so he could get to you and check if you were okay. 

Their fight moved from the room where you were sitting to the stairs. They were exchanging brutal blows-each of them dead tired, both drenched in sweat and blood-but neither stopped.

"Jungkook!" - Another voice called out. It was Taehyung. His eyes quickly ran over the scene in front of him, the bloody Jungkook, and Doohoon, who was equally wounded. Taehyung came running with a gun in hands. 

"Take her away!" - Shouted Jungkook, not stopping his attack on Doohoon. "She's in the room! Get her out of here!" - Taehyung immediately rushed over to you. 

While Taehyung tried to help you, Jungkook continued to fight. But the sleepless night searching for you was taking its toll. Jungkook was at the limit of his physical capabilities. He hadn't slept for a day, he was mentally exhausted because he had to defend himself to Namjoon, had a fight with you, and then found out that you had been kidnapped. His body ached, his fists ached from the blows, but he held on. 

At some point, his fingers touched the cold metal on his belt. His gun. It could have been the end. Jungkook snatched it from its holster. But Doohoon saw it coming. At the same moment, he kicked him in the arm, and the weapon flew out of Jungkook's fingers, clattering to the floor.

"No weapons, remember?" - Doohoon smiled wryly and swung again. Jungkook fought well, but this time Doohoon didn't give him a chance. A powerful punch to the stomach made him curl up, another to the face knocked him back. He hit the railing of the stairs and wheezed heavily.

Doohoon, breathing heavily, lifted Jungkook by his hair and forced him to look him in the eye.

"Now which one of us is pathetic? You noticed I'm well prepared. I'm going to throw you down and you're going to kiss the floor and fall into an eternal sleep. And Y/N will now be mine and I will do whatever I want with her. I win, Jeon Jungkook." - He whispered the last sentence into his ear. 

Doohoon pulled his hand back, about to throw him down. Jungkook saw him preparing for the last move. But at that very moment, when Doohoon leaned forward to push harder, Jungkook elbowed him sharply in the ribs. It was unexpected, and Doohoon automatically loosened his grip.

Jungkook didn't hesitate. He used this moment to bend down, twist out of his grip, and push him with his whole body.

Doohoon didn't have time to get his bearings. He tried to grab the railing, but missed. Terror appeared in his eyes as he realized he was falling. His body flipped uncontrollably in the air, and the next moment he disappeared over the edge of the stairs.

Jungkook was breathing heavily as he stood over the precipice. He spat blood and looked down. Doohoon will never move again. 

The majestic house, located in a prestigious area of the capital, looked luxurious even among other mansions. Its architecture combined modern minimalism and elegant classics: tall windows with black frames, a light facade made of natural stone, a wide terrace overlooking the garden, where well-kept trees cast soft shadows on the marble paths. Inside, there was a spacious lobby, a shiny Italian marble floor, and a crystal chandelier that reflected soft light throughout the room. Although the house looked expensive and minimalism, it had a cozy feel. 

You stood by the window in the nursery, holding the phone to your ear. The baby was sleeping sweetly in his crib, immersed in a world of dreams, and you were staring at the Seoul night skyline, listening to the voice on the other end of the line.

"Yes, I'll check how this happened and get report to Namjoon."  - You said confidently but quietly, patting the baby on the back. "No, he shouldn't know about this before time. All the details have to be confirmed first." - You explained as you left the nursery. Your tone was even, cold, professional. Once upon a time, you hadn't even imagined saying these things, but life had changed you, and now you confidently took your place next to Jungkook.

You remember the day that changed you and your life in detail, because it was a nightmare. Meeting Ji Sung, then going to Mono Corp and meeting Namjoon, fighting with Jungkook, and being kidnapped by Doohoon. Doohoon kidnapped you and held you captive, but Jungkook found you. And when he came to rescue you at an abandoned aluminum factory, he and Doohoon got into a fight and Doohoon died after falling from a height. 

You will never forget his body, a strangely shaped body lying on the ground, surrounded by a pool of blood. 

You hated Doohoon. You hated every moment of his captivity. In some moments you even wanted him dead. But when it yet... it became a difficult experience for you. His dead body repeatedly came to you in your dreams. His eyes, full of horror, haunted you at night, forcing you to wake up in the silence with sticky sweat on your skin. But you never told Jungkook about it. Fortunately, though, after going through a lot of stress and traumatic experiences, you were able to keep your pregnancy alive. 

You remember coming to the defense of your thesis with a big belly, which you had been working on diligently throughout your pregnancy. For you, this work became an escape from reality, because as soon as you immersed yourself in it, you forgot about all the horror you had experienced. 

You and Jungkook confessed your expectancy to your parents when you were about two months pregnant. They were happy and as Jungkook said earlier, they immediately started planning the wedding. So after another two months you became Jungkook's wife.

When you first heard Jungkook call you his wife in front of someone else, your heart skipped a beat. And then it filled with warmth. You were used to him belonging to you as much as you belonged to him, but hearing it out loud was special. 

And then you gave birth. You gave birth to a boy. Yongsu . It was the name Jungkook chose for him, and it meant pure and long-lasting. You let your husband choose the name. After giving birth, you were mostly at home with your child. Jungkook bought a house in Hannam-dong, and you moved there after the wedding. 

You remember how you started working for the Ran Noir clan and how you changed after the kidnapping. Jungkook told you that Namjoon had forgiven him for his debt. You were happy to hear that, but Jungkook also told you that he didn't want to leave the mafia world. You were against it at first and you had some serious fights, but eventually you accepted Jungkook's position.

One night you were lying there thinking about everything you had been through and what had happened to Jungkook. You realized that you had been captured by Doohoon because of your weakness. If you had been more determined and tougher with him, he would have let you go much sooner and maybe he would be alive now. 

You knew everyone from Ran Noir, thanks to Jungkook, and you saw that they are not ruthless monsters. They are people who have a code and are engaged in a business that just has somewhat undiplomatic methods. But they are power, authority, control, and you were attracted to that.

You made a decision that you have no right to force Jungkook to choose between you and the clan, as you did before. You decided to become a person who would always be on Jungkook's side, no matter what side it was - black or white. After all, you would love this man forever and know that if he was by your side, you would be happiest. 

So very soon after you told Jungkook your opinion and that you were okay with it, he was happy and grateful.

Jimin and Taehyung asked you for help several times. You did a great job of helping them.  Jungkook was against it at first, he wanted you to stay away from the world if mafia. But you couldn't, because you wanted to gain strength and control over your own fears, and working for such a strong clan helped you do that. 

When Yoongi asked you for help, you were shocked and of course you didn't mind. Very soon after, Namjoon offered you the position of an analyst. That is, a person who would develop negotiation strategies, analyze information about competitors and enemies. You were supposed to be a tool in finding weaknesses in the businesses, schemes, and plans of the enemy. Not exactly your profession as a journalist, but you used your undercover journalism. 

You never thought that your life would turn out this way. That one day you, a man who once feared even the shadow of the mafia world, would become a part of it. But you also never imagined that you would love the man who belonged to that world so much that you would choose to stay by his side anyway.

Jungkook didn't immediately accept your decision. He spent a long time convincing you that you had no place in this. He thought you were doing it out of stubbornness, out of a desire to prove something to him.

Over time, Jungkook began to accept that you were now a part of this world. Moreover, you became a valuable asset to the clan. Namjoon personally recognized your analytical work, and Yoongi even joked that you could have been his right-hand man if you weren't Jungkook's wife.

You and he became a real team. Working together, you complemented each other: he was a man of action, and you were a mind that built strategies. When he was on his way to a meeting, you already knew what his opponent would say. When he was planning an operation, you would break it down into details and find the enemy's weaknesses.

You were no longer afraid. And when you first heard from Namjoon that your name was being spoken with respect in mafia circles, you just smiled.

Jungkook saw how you changed. He no longer tried to stop you. Because you were by his side not as someone to be protected, but as his equal.

"I never thought I would see you like this one day." - He said one evening when you were sitting in the office discussing a new assignment.

"Do you regret it?" - You asked then. 

"On the contrary." - He smiled at you. "I'm proud. My mafia queen." 

You closed the door of the children's room and met a 45-year-old woman. The maid standing by the door bowed silently.

"I need to go to Jungkook, please look after Yongsu." - You said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

The woman just nodded, and you lightly touched the cold metal of the wedding ring on your finger and went to Jungkook's office.

The second floor greeted you with dim lighting and the scent of expensive wood. You walked down a long corridor, stopped in front of a heavy dark walnut door, and knocked lightly.

"Come in." - You heard a familiar voice. Jungkook was sitting at a large desk, deep in papers and monitor screens. His jacket was casually thrown over his chair, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up, and his dark hair slightly disheveled, as he had been working nonstop for hours. He came back from the company around 9 p.m. and has been sitting here ever since. 

You walked closer, holding your tablet, leaning on the edge of the table and looking at your husband.

"We have a problem." - You began, crossing your arms over your chest. Jungkook finally tore his eyes away from the monitor and raised an eyebrow, assessing you.

"Problem?" - He leaned back, scrutinizing your features.

"Yes, and a pretty serious one at that." - You ran your fingers across the table, leaning a little closer. "I think you should take a look at this." - You handed him the tablet, but Jungkook didn't even move. His eyes lingered on your face, sliding down the thin fabric of your shirt, your posture. "Jungkook!" - You called out to him, as if to scold him for looking at you with devouring eyes. But Jungkook just hummed and grabbed you by the waist, forcing you to sit on his lap.

"Problems can wait." - He whispered, breathing in the scent of your skin. You rolled your eyes but didn't resist. You ran your fingers down his forearm, feeling the tension of the muscles beneath the thin fabric of his shirt.

"You're just looking for an excuse not to work..." - You murmured. You put the tablet somewhere on the table so you don't accidentally drop it and running your nails along his neck. Jungkook smiled, his fingers slowly sliding down your back before pulling you confidently closer.

"When you're around me, I don't think about anything else." - He declares. His voice became deeper and his eyes darkened with desire. He leaned in, his lips touching your neck, leaving a slight heat on your skin. You felt your breathing become heavier, but you still tried to maintain control.

"Jungkook, we... have... work to do..." - You barely managed to say, fighting the sensation of his lips on your neck. 

"It can wait." - He murmured, nibbling on your ear. His hands slid lower, his fingers finding the gentle curve of your hips. He knew you wouldn't resist for long.

"We really won't get anything done if you..." - But your voice trailed off as he abruptly pulled you even tighter against him.

"I don't see the problem." - His hot whisper made you shiver. You were about to say something else, but then he kissed you - deeply, greedily, as if he wanted to take all your strength with that kiss. And at that moment, all your arguments evaporated. Jungkook always knew how to make you forget about everything in the world.

His lips slowly made their way down your neck, leaving hot trails as he pulled away from your sweet lips. You closed your eyes, feeling your heart speed up. You'd always thought you'd learned to control your reactions, but with Jungkook, it was impossible. 

"You're just taking advantage of the fact that I can't say no to you." - You whispered, but your voice didn't sound like a real reproach. Jungkook lifted his head, his lips touched your cheekbone, and then slowly rose to your ear.

"Can you?" - He playfully bit your earlobe, causing you to take a slight shaky breath.

"Uh... Theoretically..." - You pressed your lips together, trying to hide your smile. Jungkook snorted, his hands sliding confidently down your back and then stopping at your buttocks, squeezing them.

"And practically?" - He asked again. You opened your eyes and looked down at him, your eyes sparkling with a sly smile.

"Practically..." - You leaned in closer, deliberately touching his lips slowly. "I think you have to convince me." - Jungkook laughed hoarsely. You admired your husband mesmerized. 

"Oh, baby, you have no idea what you're asking for." - Jungkook purred. His hands tightened on your buttocks, and the next moment he stood up from the chair, lifting you up with him. You screamed, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Jungkook!" - You squeaked. 

"What? I'm just going to convince you." - He laughed as he watched your cheeks flush. You tried to get to your feet, but he didn't let you. His hands slid down your hips, and then he lowered you onto the desk, pushing the documents to the sides. Your skirt was pulled up in one motion so that you could open your legs wider for Jungkook. 

"You know I'm going to drop everything again." - You reminded him with a sly smile, lightly running your fingers through his hair.

"Let's be honest, you do it on purpose." - His fingers slowly penetrated your shirt.

 "Maybe." - You smiled slyly. Jungkook leaned closer, his breath mingling with yours. 

"Admit it, you like to provoke me." - He insisted. You slid your arms around his shoulders, enjoying the strength that lurked beneath his clothes.

"If I didn't like it, would I be your wife?" - You asked rhetorically. His eyes flashed.

"I knew that, but I had to make sure. If you like provocation so much, you should know how it will end." - He said into your lips. Your laughter dissolved on his lips as he grabbed the back of your head and deepened the kiss, stripping you of your last vestiges of resistance. His tongue filled your mouth with possessiveness and you were ready to obey him. 

His lips moved down, hot and relentless, leaving traces of his claim on every millimeter of your skin. You felt shivers run down your spine as his fingers slowly touched your thigh as if to tease you, and then gently moved upward. He began to undress you. He wanted to tear the shirt that fit you perfectly, but he knew you would protest and scold him for ruining another thing.

It didn't take long for Jungkook to get you naked. Wasting no time after he removed the your shirt, he immediately freed your breasts from the lace bra. Your nipples immediately hardened, and you don't know if it was from the cold or from excitement. It seems both theories are correct. Jungkook leaned over to your nipple and took it into his mouth. He sucked on it pleasantly, making you want to do it more. 

"Kook..." - Your voice was soft, almost pleading.

"What, baby?" - His low voice sounded close to your flesh, and his warm breath caused a pleasant shiver somewhere in the innermost corners of your mind. You pressed harder against his crotch, your fingers tightening their grip on the fabric of his shirt.

"Let's make this quick, we still have work to do." - Your lips stretched into a sly smile, even though you knew you'd forgotten all about any business. Jungkook looked up, his dark eyes glowing with dangerous confidence.

"No, there will be no quick. Besides, I'm already working." - His hands squeezed your buttocks confidently. "I'm just focused on the most important task at hand." - You could barely contain your laughter.

"So what are you working?" - You asked through a big smile. 

"To make sure my wife never thinks about running away again when I take her." - He said with a cocky smile on his lips. His words made your heart skip a beat, and before you could respond, Jungkook grabbed your hips and pulled you sharply even closer, forcing your pussy into his semi-hard cock. You clenched your legs around his crotch to calm the throbbing between your legs. "You know what drives me crazy the most?" - He leaned in, forcing you to tilt your head back as his lips were at your neck again.

"What?" - You barely managed to get the word out when his breath burned your skin.

"That even after all these years, you still know how to make me forget everything and want you as insatiably as the first time." - Jungkook confessed. You felt a butterfly in your stomach. It had been a long time since he had made you feel that way. His lips captured yours again, this time deeper, more passionately, while his arms held you tightly, not giving you a chance to pull away. But you didn't want to, either.

His tongue was intertwined with yours. The desire to have Jungkook inside you grew stronger. He broke the kiss, finally running his tongue over your plump lower lip. 

Jungkook pulled your skirt up to your stomach and tugged your lace thong down, pushing you to the edge of the table. He knelt down on his knees. He touched your aroused center with his finger, causing you to shudder slightly. A soft moan escaped your lips. 

Jungkook massaged your clit, greedily enjoying the sight of your wet pussy. He kissed it, lightly sucking on your center. You clutched his hair with your fingers, not controlling your movements. Your legs trembled a little, but when Jungkook grabbed them in a vice grip, you relaxed. Your husband drew a long strip his tongue across your velvet folds and then looked up at you. 

"You're flowing on my tongue, baby. You so badly want me to eat you?" - You opened your eyes, which had been closed in pleasure. Your gaze was clouded with lust and desire, at the same time. His black eyes, which looked like toy eyes, had nothing to do with them. Although they looked innocent, they looked into your very soul. 

"Please, Kook, don't talk, just do." - You begged. Jungkook slapped you, lightly, but you still screamed, clenching your fingers on his shoulders. 

"Wrong answer, love." - He said, smiling at the corner of his lips. You breathed heavily. And then you smiled back. 

"Oh honey, I can't wait for you to eat me and then fuck me so I forget the world exists." - You said seductively, and Jungkook liked that answer. He squeezed your thighs harder, digging his nails into the soft flesh, and finally got down to business. 

He touched his lips to the inside of your thighs. His lips were hot and it caused a wave of uncontrollable goosebumps. He kissed you between your thighs, slowly getting closer to your pussy as if he was mocking you. You were literally dripping onto the table. Suddenly he bit you, it didn't hurt, but you felt a slight tingling sensation. 

You bit your lip to keep from screaming. Jungkook left in a hurry, and you wanted to tell him to do what he had to do, but you didn't say anything. Otherwise he would punish you again, even though you always had fun doing it. But it was as if he was deliberately not touching where he should have, and you grew more and more impatient. 

Jungkook approached slowly, and when his lips finally came to your pussy, you rejoiced. As he sucked on your center, you moaned louder and louder. He let go of your clit and then began to play with it with his tongue, caressing it in a circular motion. You put your hands on the table, sliding your nails over the lacquered surface. You arched your back, leaned on your arms, threw your head back, and completely surrendered to the pleasure Jungkook had so skillfully created. 

You come on his tongue with a loud moan full of pleasure. Jungkook feels your clit twitching. He lingers his tongue on your folds until you stop shuddering. He stands up, wiping his chin of your juices. Your eyes are blurry, but you smile happily. 

You breathed heavily, trying to somehow regain control of your body, which was still trembling from the pleasure you had experienced. Jungkook looked at you with a smug smile, knowing that he had once again brought you to a state where you could not say a word. Jungkook ran his finger over your slightly swollen lip, humming with satisfaction.

"What, my love?" - His voice was low and measured, but his eyes were burning with hunger. "Can't you get a word out?" - You inhaled heavily, barely forcing yourself to focus on him.

"You... you almost destroyed me..." - You whispered, making him laugh briefly. You raised your hand, gently sliding your fingers down his chest. 

Jungkook leaned closer, making you feel his hot breath on your skin. His fingers, so confident and strong, ran down your neck, leaving you with light goosebumps once again.

"Almost?" - He raised an eyebrow, as if considering your words. "Does that mean I haven't done my job yet?"

His lips touched your neck, leaving a hot trail there. You felt desire flare up inside you again, and your body treacherously pressed closer to him. He leaned his hands on the table, and you were very close. Your pussy throbbed again when he pressed his hard cock against you, which was tight in his pants. 

"Kook..." - Your voice was quiet, barely audible, but he knew exactly what you were trying to say.

"Don't worry, baby..." - He raised his head, his eyes shining with dark passion. "I won't stop until I've destroyed you completely."

"Then why are you still dressed?" - You said, your eyes full of lust. He hummed, cocky and short. 

"Oh, I'm in no hurry..." - He grabbed your buttocks and literally pressed you into him against you, making you feel how ready he was. "I want you to beg for it." -You broke into a playful smile, running your tongue over your lower lip.

"And what will my begging get you?" - You asked out of curiosity. But you wanted him to fuck you already, because you thought begging Jungkook to do it might be one of your favorite things to do.

"That depends on how good you are at it." - His lips pressed against your ear, his voice almost a whisper. "Because I intend to take you apart tonight." - Your heart skipped a beat. You felt yourself burning again from the intimacy between you. Between the passion that is still there. You looked down at his crotch and then pushed him away slightly. Jungkook raised his eyebrows, not realizing what you did.

"Do I really need to beg you?" - You protested slightly. Jungkook's eyes darkened and he smiled predatory. He wanted to take a step toward you, but you stopped him by resting your foot on his abs. Jungkook looked away in surprise. He stared at you, and you only smiled wider.

"Don’t come any closer." - You said playfully. Jungkook was breathing heavily. And his cock twitched in his pants when he heard your hot tone. Fuck, when you forbid him, he gets horny to the max.

He grabbed your ankle, squeezed it with his fingers, but you pressed your fingertips against his abs, adding strength. 

"Maybe I should make you beg? Do you want to? Can may I make you beg so you can fuck my pussy?" - You asked seductively. Jungkook gave a low laugh. You're so bold today. He swears you'll drive him crazy. He could have told you no, taken you and punished you for disobeying him. Usually Jungkook dominates your sex, but not tonight. You also want to show him that you have power over him.

Jungkook runs his tongue along the inside of own cheek, greedily looking at your face, which is seductive and beautiful. He lowers his eyes to your naked breasts, which attract him, then his gaze slides lower, wanting to see his favorite pussy, but your raised leg does not allow him to see it. You look so damn sexy and he already wants to fuck you, but he wonders how you'll make him beg.

Jungkook takes a step back, releasing your leg. He sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair. His dark eyes glittered with hunger, and the piercing on his lip disappeared between his teeth, a habit that always drove you crazy.

"You really think you can do this, baby?" - His voice sounded dangerously low, but you just stretched your lips into an even wider smile.

"Think?" - You tilted your head, looking at him seductively from under your lashes. "No, Kook. I know I'm going to do it."

His jaw tensed, and you knew he was on the verge. But instead of lunging at you, he took another step back. 

"Okay. Make me beg." - He said with a tone of mockery. But you knew that there was no way he would be able to resist you, and you didn't understand why he was laughing at it either. You stopped smiling and became serious. You put your foot down and said. 

"Sit in the chair." - You ordered. Jungkook did not resist. He sat down in the chair, holding the armrests. He spread his legs wide, because his aroused cock was painfully resting against the in tight boxers. Jungkook leaned back, watching your movements lazily. 

You climbed off the table and slowly pulled off your skirt, completely freeing yourself from your clothes. You kept your eyes on Jungkook, who was watching you closely, though he tried to pass off a disinterested look. 

You turned your back on him and bent slightly, dropping the papers to the floor, and moved his laptop and your tablet, leaving it dangerously near the edge of the table. 

You turned around, seeing that he had just taken his eyes off your bare buttocks and pussy. You smile. 

"You haven't had the urge to ask me to take your needy cock yet?" - You asked as you sat down on the table. Jungkook laughed, and you could hear his voice growing heavy with excitement. He definitely wanted to, but he couldn't give up on you so quickly, you hadn't done much of anything.

"Your naked body attracts me as usual, but do I have to beg you for it? I could sit here forever and just looking at you." - He said. You bit your lip. You knew he wouldn't give in so quickly. Although he could easily end this game. 

"Okay, love , what would you say if I touched myself..." - You spread your legs, giving him a great view of your wet pussy. You touched your clit with one hand and squeezed your breasts with the other. "Can you watch this forever, too? Or until I cum from my own fingers and just leave?" - You asked. Jungkook's breathing quickened. He gripped the armrests. His cock was throbbing and he was going crazy at the sight of you naked, sitting on his desk, touching yourself.

You were literally masturbating in front of him and he realized that he really couldn't hold back for long. He wanted to be the one who touches you. He wanted his fingers to be instead of yours. You threw your head back, moaned, and he was ready to rush at you. But when you wanted to check if he was still holding on, you noticed that he was almost on the verge. 

"Want to continue instead of me?" - You asked, licking the finger you had been caressing yourself with. And then you slowly licked your lips, as if to lick off the remains. 

Jungkook stood up abruptly, but you didn't move. He walked over slowly. You left your head slightly to keep eye contact with him. 

Jungkook stopped just a few centimeters away from you. His gaze was dark, piercing, and his jaw was tense with pent-up desire. He ran his tongue over his dry lips, as if he had already savored what he was about to do.

"So this is what you act?" - His voice was husky, and it sent hot shivers down your spine. You burned with the desire for his cock to fill you to the brim. But you just smiled slyly, not looking away.

Jungkook leaned down, his hands resting on the table on either side of you, trapping you completely. His breath was scorching, and you felt the tip of his nose gently touch your neck, sliding it along your tender skin.

"So I have to beg because of that?" - He whispered against your ear, his voice deep and teasing. You laughed, putting your hand on his chest.

"Yes... You can't let me satisfy myself on my own, right? But if you want me to want to take your cock, I want you to beg me." - You slid your fingers down his stomach, all the way to the waistband of his pants, where his cock was sticking out tensely. "And I think you're getting hard, Kook."

He laughed hoarsely, but you could see that his patience was running out.

"Please, touch me." - He suddenly wheezed, squeezing your thigh. His voice was so low that you felt as if it was penetrating your skin, making you melt even more under his touch. You smiled. God, that's a turn-on. It turns out nice when it is to be begged for. 

You undid the button on his pants, pulling them down quickly. You pulled his black Calvin Klein boxers down just as quickly, freeing his hard, aroused cock. You grabbed it with your hands and rolled it a few times. Semen dripped from his tip. 

"Hey, Jeon. Can't I see you trickle, wanting to fuck my pussy?" - You purred, masturbating him. Jungkook brought his face closer to yours, breathing heavily. 

"You're so bold today, baby. I like your power. But I'll be the one to fuck you, not you." - He said. He didn't let you answer. His lips came over yours in power. His tongue filled your mouth, immediately finding yours, intertwining them in giving a fierce passion to your kiss. Jungkook caught your tongue, which was always trying to escape his pressure, and sucked it. He broke away from you when you both needed air. 

You continued to pump him. Your thumb touched his sensitive glans several times, and your other hand caressed his balls. 

"You haven't begged me to fuck you yet, just to touch you, I can finish my hands work and go to bed." - You said with a smile. Jungkook, who was enjoying your hands, held his breath. Your hands almost made him want to come, but he liked to do it inside you the most. He stopped your hands, and you looked innocently into his eyes. 

"Give me your pussy." - He said, pulling you off the table. You rested your hands on his chest, not letting him turn you around. 

"Beg." - Yours sang. Jungkook was going crazy. His eyes flashed with a dangerous glint, and his hands tightened on your hips. You knew he was about to snap, that any more and he'd just forget about your game and do it his way.

"Baby..." - His voice was low, slightly trembling with tension. He leaned down to your ear, touching his lips to your hot skin. "Please... give me your pussy. Let me sink into you, feel how hot and wet you are for me." - His words, his whisper, his heavy breathing made you tremble. His tongue slid along your neck, his hands went to your waist, and then down to your hips again.

You smiled, stretching out the moment, wanting to hear more.

"More..." - You whispered, running your fingernail along his chin. Jungkook growled, almost tearing forward, but he held on.

"Please..." - He whispered again, his lips leaving hot marks on your skin. His fingers touched your throbbing pussy again, and he ran them gently along it, making you hold your breath. "I want you, baby... I want to be deep inside you..."

You gave up. His words and touch burned you from the inside out, making you need even more. But you were still in control.

"Then take me, Jeon..." - You finally whispered, driving him crazy with those words.

Jungkook couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed you by the waist and turned you around, bending down and pinning you to the table. His fingers slipped between your legs to make sure you were ready for him.

"So wet... just for me." - His voice sounded like he could already feel you from the inside. He spread your legs wider, his heavy breathing close to your ear. "Ready?" - He pressed his cock against you, making you arch with desire. His hot breath burned your skin, his hands held your hips tightly, making you relax under his touch. "I'm going to take you, baby..."  - He whispered, sliding his cock between your wet folds, but not yet entering. "I have to admit you made me beg, but have you forgotten how this all started? You have to respond for your provocations... I'll make you scream my name." - Just like that, you easily lost your power over them as soon as you allowed yourself to be fucked. You almost moaned at the words. Your body was already aching with desire, you were literally flowing for him, feeling him tease you without giving you what you craved the most.

"Jungkook..." - You groaned, pushing your hips back, hoping he would enter. But he just laughed in satisfaction, grabbed your hair, and gently pulled your head back, forcing you to look at him over your shoulder.

"Hah? You're started begging me, baby, and I didn't even force you." - He said in a low voice, through heavy breathing. You bite your lip, not wanting to answer, but he pushed forward a little harder, his head penetrating you just enough to make your body shiver with anticipation.

"Please..." - You finally gave in, feeling everything inside you clench with anticipation.

"I'm ready to listen to this forever." - His voice was victorious, satisfied. And finally... He entered you with one deep thrust. You exhaled sharply, your back arched as he filled you completely. "Fuck... so tight... it stills so tight for me." - He groaned, pausing for a second to feel your walls clenching around him.

You trembled, resting your hands on the table as he began to move, slowly pulling himself out almost completely and then sinking deep again, making you squirm beneath him.

"Fuck... do you feel that, love?" - He dug his fingers into your hips, holding you in place as his strokes became faster, deeper.

"Yes... God, yes..." - You couldn't control your moans anymore, letting out everything you were feeling. Jungkook grabbed your waist, pulling you harder against him, and his next thrust made you scream.

"Oh, yes, scream for me..." - He growled, driving himself even harder into you. You couldn't think anymore. All that existed at that moment was him, his body, his cock filling you with every thrustz He was everywhere. He was your goddamn universe right now.

His hands held your waist tightly, helping you take each deep thrust. Jungkook moved fast, hard, taking you with the same passion he had begged for you with just moments before.

You clung to the edge of the table, feeling yourself getting closer to an explosion with each stroke. Suddenly, he turned you around, sat you on the edge of the table, and entered you again. You grabbed his shoulders, lightly scratching them with your nails. 

"Fuck, baby, you're still so tight..." - He moaned, bending down slightly to grab your breast and run his tongue over your hardened nipple. Your fingers found his hair, tugging at it, making him curse hoarsely.

"Jungkook... I..."

"Just a little more, baby..." - He lifted one of your legs, changing the angle so that each thrust hit right at your most sensitive spot. You screamed out in pleasure, your body trembling with the unreal pleasure that washed over you in a wave.

Jungkook couldn't take it anymore, a few more rough strokes and he moaned your name, spurting deep inside you. His cum spilled filling you up. Jungkook's arms clutched your waist as if he couldn't let go. You were both breathing heavily, enjoying this moment with your bodies still intertwined.

You tried to steady your breathing, trying to come back to reality. Your body was still trembling with the aftertaste of pleasure, but your mind began to clear a little. And then you remembered why you had come here in the first place. Jungkook was smiling lazily as he ran his fingers over your stomach.

"What's wrong, baby? Are you destroyed?" - He asked. You started to move to stand up. You didn't have the strength, but you had come to see Jungkook because you needed to talk to him about the problem you were having. 

"Absolutely." - You smiled tiredly. Jungkook stepped out of you and pulled on his boxers. "But now we really need to do some work." - Jungkook raised an eyebrow as he buttoned his pants. 

"Are you serious? I want to go take a shower and eat." - He complained. But you weren't so relaxed. There was a problem, and that's why you had come to your husband's office. You sighed as you put your feet down on the floor and started looking for your clothes.

You put on your panties, which were lying near the desk, and then quickly put on your skirt. You suddenly felt Jungkook's arms around you as you fumbled with the buttons on your shirt. Jungkook ran his hand down your thighs, lazily drawing invisible patterns on your skin. He kissed your neck. 

"Jungkook, this is important." - You said, turning to him. "Namjoon is waiting for the report, and I can't send it to him." 

Jungkook's gaze turned serious. He stopped his movements around your hips and raised his eyebrows. 

"What happened there?" - He asked tensely. You gingerly released yourself from his arms and went to pick up the tablet that was on the table. Jungkook sat down in his chair and waited for you. You walked over and turned the tablet toward him.

"What is this?" - He asked immediately. 

"Our accountant called me today. He dropped this off to me. These are the financial transactions of our company over the past month that were related to our project." - You explained, pointing to certain records. "As usual, I went through the statements and suddenly noticed that there were small but constant expenses for some intermediary company. At first they looked normal, but..." - You said as you peered in next to Jungkook. 

"But?" - He asked, turning his head to you. You zoomed in on one of the notes.

"She seemed strange to me. I checked out the company. It was founded only a few months ago. And there were no such expenses before. I don't know where it came from or who signed a contract with this company. I definitely didn't have any business with them, because I would have remembered." - You said tensely. Jungkook studied the data carefully.

"Someone is trying to launder money..." - He onfirmed. You nodded. 

"Yes, but the question is who's behind it." - You swiped your finger across the screen, showing another entry. "We need to check all the people involved in the project. But it will take a long time. What should we tell Namjoon?" - You asked, your voice filled with excitement. Jungkook clenched his jaw.

"We need to tell him that the latest uranium shipments are delayed due to customs control and that this needs to be resolved. In the meantime, we'll look for the money launderers. We need to find who is behind this." - Jungkook said.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. You had a bad feeling about this. It was as if someone was deliberately creating a problem, and you and Jungkook were caught in the middle of it.

Jungkook was silent. He still held the tablet in his hands, glancing over the documents, but you knew he was already forming a plan in his head. Suddenly, he put the tablet aside and reached out to you.

"Come here." - He grabbed your wrist, inviting you to sit in his arms. You raised your eyebrows in surprise, but he was already hugging you gently. His arms wrapped around your waist and his warm breath touched your neck.

"We'll figure it out. I promise." - He said soothingly. You relaxed a little, resting your head on his shoulder.

"I know... I just don't want this problem to go too far." - You worried. 

"It won't." - He patted your back, leaning his head closer to yours. "Now... let's go take a shower. Then we'll have dinner. We need to catch our breath."

"Are you seducing me again?" - You smiled, lifting your head slightly to meet his gaze. Jungkook laughed softly, leaning down to your lips.

"If it is... so what?" - He kissed you slowly and gently. He pulled away from your lips, and the next moment he was already picking you up, forcing you to wrap your arms around his neck.

"Hey! I can walk!" - You shouted. 

"I know." - He touched the tip of his nose to yours. "But I like carrying you." - You shook your head, laughing, and he moved toward the bathroom without letting go of you.

A black Mercedes Geletwagen was crossing the city center. You and Jungkook were on their way to Mono Corp. You had to get to the office to take care of some urgent matters. You left the baby with your mom, who had come to visit you and Jungkook that morning. When you got to the penultimate floor of the company, you had to part ways. Jungkook said he'd pick you up in a few hours, after he'd taken care of all his business and you were going home for a family dinner.

Your secretary greeted you with a big smile. She didn't often see you at the workplace, and yet you had to be here. You gave her a few instructions and were about to enter the office when she called you. 

"Y/N-nim. A gift was sent to you yesterday, but I don't know who it was from. I put it on your desk." - You thanked her confusedly and went in office. 

You slowly walked over and threw the bag on the chair. On the smooth surface, among the neatly folded documents, was... a candy. Bright, childish, left by someone purposely. You took the candy in your hands, rolling it between your fingers, but a feeling of wariness did not leave you. You frowned. And next to it was an envelope. White, without any inscriptions. A strange feeling crept inside you, but you picked it up and opened it, hesitating a bit. Inside was a photo.

Your heart skipped a beat for a moment. It was you, standing between two of the most important people from your past, Jungkook and Doohoon.

This photo was taken on the day when both boys won the competition and made the team representing the city. It was one of the happiest moments of your youth. The three of you were best friends then. Your fingers trembled as you looked inside the envelope again.

There was a piece of paper inside. You unfolded it. The black letters, written in a smooth handwriting, screamed danger. 

"You are the cause of his death. You will not live if he is dead."

It was as if something exploded in your head. Your heart was pounding, and my hands were clenched. A chill ran down your spine, and you looked around, as if expecting to see someone in the office.

But it was empty. Only the candy, the photo, and a piece of paper on the table. 

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Perfect Match

Final Part

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•Warnings: oral sex, fake relationship, talking of sexual themes, piv, smut.•

Modern!Aemond x Fem!Reader

Part One -> Part Two -> Part Three -> Part Four -> Part Five

You didn’t know.

You would have swore he was just another guy with a perfect life, just good to fuck with.

You thought he was simply trying to rebel, to not follow the mass.

That’s why you chose him.

You never thought he could have been in the same situation as yours.

You leaned your head back to look at his face as he kept sleeping.

You fell asleep in his arms, his cock must have slipped out of you during the night.

It didn’t take long before he started to wake up too.

He slowly opened his eye, looking back at you.

He didn’t talk.

You just kept looking at each other.

It was strange, knowing you both share the same situation.

A family that wanted to be perfect, but was rotten from the inside. You remembered a few words of what his parents were yelling when you came back to his house, the same exact words you heard your own parents yell thousands of times.

When you were younger, you put on your headphones and listened to music at full volume, to muffle the fighting, but as you grew up, you just got used to it.

Aemond took a deep breath and pulled you back in his arms, close, tucking your head under his chin.

You tighterned your arms around his neck, breathing in his scent.

“I don’t want to go out.” You whispered, glancing at the closed door of his room.

“Mh.” You felt his head move, turning to look at the door as well. “We don’t have to.” He said.

You both knew that once past that door, everything would have gone back to how it was.

Fake.

Fake happy families, fake friendship, fake interests.

You felt like you were past that now.

You didn’t want everything to go back as it was.

No, not after how good you felt last night. Not after you finally felt something again.

You unconsciously tightened your arms around Aemond, closing your eyes.

“We can stay here.” You whispered, caressing his back, slipping your hand under his shirt. “We can stay here forever, never go out again.” You felt too good, too comfortable.

“I know. We could.” He slipped his hand in your hair, caressing slowly your head. “We could.” He repeated, as if he was seriously considering the option to hide from the world forever.

In that quiet moment, the world outside seemed so distant, so irrelevant. The tension in both of your lives had built up for years, but here, in this room, it all seemed to melt away. . 

You had chosen him because you thought you knew his type, just another boy looking to push boundaries, to escape boredom. But waking up in his arms now, you realized how wrong you'd been. He was broken just as much as you were, a mirror of your own suffering. Aemond, with all his calculated silence and aloof demeanor, was just as wounded as you.

For the first time, you felt like you weren’t alone in your pain. It wasn't just about what happened between you two last night; it was about the shared understanding of the façade you both wore daily. The world expected you to be perfect—to fit into the molds your families had constructed—but neither of you ever truly did. You both knew that the arguments, the silences, the tensions at home had shaped who you were had led you here, to this bed, to this moment.

Aemond's hand in your hair, his steady breath against your skin, felt like an anchor, holding you both in this fragile peace you’d created together. His fingers combed gently through your strands, and you could tell he was thinking, pondering what you’d said about staying there forever.

“I don’t want to go back,” you whispered again, more to yourself this time. There was a sense of desperation in your voice. You knew the world outside would expect you both to slip back into your roles—the obedient daughter, the dutiful son. But here, with him, you were free. 

“Do you want to stay here?” Aemond asked, but now his voice was softer, almost uncertain. You both knew the fantasy couldn’t last, but for now, it was a comfort. The illusion of safety, the idea that maybe, just maybe, you could escape the weight of your realities.

Your hand on his back felt his muscles tense slightly, as if he, too, was wrestling with the impossibility of it all. He sighed deeply, his chin resting on the top of your head as he held you close. In that shared silence, there was an understanding, a quiet pact. 

But for a little longer, you could pretend. You could hold onto this fleeting moment of peace, knowing that, even if the world outside was fake, what was happening between you now wasn’t. 

You always saw Aemond as a tool to let go. To feel yourself for a moment when you had sex, to stop pretending, but you were still alone.

Alone in your head, in your life, in your experiences.

Now there was someone else.

You leaned your head back again, looking up at him, and he moved as well to stare right back at you.

“I do.” You whispered. You didn’t know what those words did to Aemond, but his lips came down crushing on yours right after them, holding you by the back of your head as he tried to devour your mouth.

“Then I’ll keep you here.” He mumbled against your lips, moving to get on top of you, pressing you down on the bed with his body. “We’ll never go out again. We’ll stay here, and we’ll fuck all day.” He groaned as he wrapped his arms around your body, hugging you close. “I’ll keep you to myself –” He said as he looked down at you, moving his hand on your breast, taking it in his hand and squeezing it, kissing his way down to your other nipple, He was fanning, his breath hit your nipple where he sucked it, making it harden with the fresh feeling. You arched your back, you could feel his cockhardening against your thigh. You put your hand on the back of his head, keeping him close, spurring him to keep sucking your tits.

“Make love to me - “ You whimpered as he squeezed your breast a bit tighter. He raised from your chest, looking down at you as he sat back on his haunches. His eye moved all over your body, then back to your face. You could feel your face hot, probably even red, not from embarrassment because of your nudity, more like because of what you said, because it sounded so… cheesy.

You looked back at him, watching him, searching for any reaction, but his face was stoic. 

Until he moved his hand between his legs, pumping his cock a few times to make sure he was hard enough, then he leaned forward, pushing it slowly inside you, making you moan and lean your head back against his pillow. He didn’t rush it like all the others time, just seeking his pleasure and being done with it.

He kept eye contact as he placed his hand beside your head on the mattress, and he moved slowly, but firmly and deeply.

He knew what he was doing.

“Yeah –” He gasped as he glanced down at your bodies, how they were perfectly fitting before coming back to your face. “I’ll make love to you.“ He whispered as he moved down on his elbows to be closer to your face. 

There it was again. 

That warm feeling in your chest.

You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply, taking your time in his mouth, savoring the moment.

You wanted to hold on to that feeling, and never let it go.

You whined in his mouth as he slowly started to thrust harder, keeping his pace, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders, under your neck.

He slowly kissed your cheek, then he trailed down to your neck, licking, nibbling at your skin as he groaned.

“W-why does it feel so good – “ He groaned with his voice strained as he nuzzled his face in your neck. You took a deep breath as you felt the sound of his voice doing things to you, making your stomach clench, making your heartbeat faster.

“I don’t know -” You whispered back as you caressed the back of your hair, his thrusts getting needier as he quickened the pace a bit. “But I don’t want it to go away.” You admitted, your words sending a shiver down his body, making him moan and raise his head to look at you.

“Me neither.” He mumbled as he thrusted faster, harder, his face contorting in pure pleasure.

“Oh, yes – Aem - “ You moaned as you felt your orgasm reaching you, your walls squeezing his cock inside you.

“I promise -” He panted. “We’re never fucking leaving this room.” He groaned as he slipped his hand between their bodies, searching for her clit and starting to rub it furiously.

“Please come -” He gasped. “I-I can’t –” He moaned as he spilled before even finishing his sentence, and seeing him so wrecked pushed you along with him.

You both panted as he fell on top of you, both your arms moving around the other, as if to make sure they were still there.

You knew that his promise was impossible to keep.

You had to get out at some point.

But you knew he was promising something else completely.

We’re in this together.

But for now, you guessed he indeed planned on not leaving his room any sooner.

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[moodymisty]

Hiii!!! I LOVE everything you write since I followed you a long time ago. I would like to read something about Rogal Dorn. I can't find ANYTHING about him and i just can't stop thinking about him.

I don't mind if it's smut, whatever you feel confortable with, but if it can have a little bit of fluff i would LOVE It.

Thank you for everything.💞

Author's note: Ok so I am deciding to do an idea i have for awhile, that I believe someone else posted but I cannot remember who. anyhoo, enjoy. Perhaps it's not as fluffy as you might have wanted, but fluffy Dorn is sort of awkward, nice Dorn so I hope you still like it;;

Relationships: Rogal Dorn/Fem!Reader (reader is a remembrancer)

Warnings: Perturabo calls you a whore but other than that nothing really of note

"I never did thank you properly for all of the clothes, Lord Dorn."

You look up at him, golden armor still shining in the relative dimness of the bridge- to only get a light nod of his head in response.

Inwit is freezing, unfathomably cold, and the clothes you had worn previously on Olympia failed to cut it. That had been a very quick, and very upsetting realization. Dorn had- in his stalwart silence - requisitioned you more only a few days later. Many more, custom-made. They were lined with warm furs and comfortable, built for hard winds and ice, trapping your body heat close to you. You had taken some of the layers off since you were arriving to Terra, a planet with a much more tempered climate. You don't miss the burning of your cheeks and frozen snot, but you do miss the planet overall.

Terra... Coming here makes you nervous. You know who is going to be here. Take a few deep, self-assuring breaths before looking in Dorn's general direction. The large glass viewport at the front of the bridge illuminates most of the floor, casting you all in a variety of colors.

"Lord Dorn, may I ask you a question about something?"

He turns to you, looking down at your hesitant expression.

"Did Perturabo make you beg permission to speak to him? Just ask it."

He did, more often than not. You remember more than a few instances.

"Well, he was actually going to be what I wanted to ask about."

You twisted your wrists in your hands, trying to do some sort of fidget to focus on while Dorn had his full attention on you.

"Has he always hated you? The entire time I was in his company, there was always just undertone of pure, seething hatred for you, but whenever I saw you, you didn't seem to even care."

There are a few other Imperial Fists on the bridge, watching as Terra comes into view. You're in the process of getting caught by the planet's orbit and mooring close enough to come down to the surface. You can see the palace already, even from this far, a golden target that is still growing larger with each day.

"Perturabo has always been that way, yes."

Dorn turns to briefly give an order to a questioning Imperial Fist, before returning to you and his explanation.

"He sees competition in my existence. I don't care."

Polux approaches, choosing to stand on your opposing side and wait patiently for his moment to speak. You give him a brief smile as greeting before returning your eyes to his primarch. Dorn looks forward and out the viewport, watching the palace of his design inch closer and closer.

"Sanguinius and Horus' rivalry is even matched. They both find growth from it. Perturabo's rivalry with me is a childish urge to beat me into the ground and prove to everyone that he is better."

You don't disagree with him in even the slightest. Perturabo was always so desperate to beat Dorn above all else, even to the detriment of other facets of his life.

"Despite the fact that he isn't?"

Dorn looks at you fully again, eyebrows raised and you swear, you swear, the inkling of a smile on his face.

"You have spent more time with him than I. Do you think that?" He turns on his heel slightly, armor shifting and clanking against eachother to face you more.

"Do you think The Emperor was right in claiming me Praetorian over him?"

You've been with the Imperial fists for a few months now, and this is far from the first time you've spoken to Dorn. Far more than you ever interacted with Perturabo, despite the fact that Dorn is known for being tight lipped and humorless.

You nod.

"Yes, I do. Perturabo's plans are always so complex, and he hinges them and his entire self worth on being better than you. And when he fails, he sulks." You smile. "I don't imagine you or your sons to be the type to sit and pout if something went wrong. You would all be too busy trying to correct it."

Dorn looks down at you, face as stoic and frozen as you've become quite used to. You don't know entirely what he's thinking, but you don't get a chance to ask before someone else's voice interrupts you.

Polux has a younger astartes walk up to him, stating some information that flows in one ear and out the other for you before walking away. He turns to the both of you, looking two his primarch but referring to the both of you.

"My lord, we are ready to depart for the palace. Is she accompanying us?"

You've never stepped foot on Terra before, to even come into it's orbit is an idea that you could barely handle; Alongside the fact that the primarch and his captains have little need for you there. You gather yourself, preparing to return to the Librarium aboard the ship to continue your work before Dorn's voice stops you in your tracks and sends almost every emotion through you at once.

"She is. Let us go."

Your first time on Terra was going well, in the first hour or so.

Dorn isn't much of a communicator, so he has spent the long of it conversing with his men, giving orders even while not aboard his ship. Either orders given to send back to the Phalanx, or to the Imperial Fists on Terra assisting with the Palace construction. You stand idly by and occasionally draw, or write something down that interests you.

The smoothness stops however, when Dorn looks away abruptly. His sons are confused, before they also perk up not a moment later. You look to Polux, as you know he's the one who will most likely acquiesce to your questions.

"What is it?" You say. He tilts his head vaguely in your direction, but doesn't actually look at you.

"Primarch Perturabo is on his way. He must've heard we had arrived," Polux takes a breath, presumably steeling himself for whatever is to come.

"His... footsteps are quite loud." Not a few more moments later now even you can hear them, and then see him shortly thereafter.

Perturabo storms closer; You can tell by the red flush over his tanned skin, that he is beyond furious.

Dorn looks down at you, and points behind him. His voice leaves no room for question, not as if you would even considering doing so in the first place.

"Go to Vulkan."

The Salamander's primarch had finished speaking to Dorn not long ago, now standing across the massive open area that you presumed served as a training ground for the astartes. You do as your now primarch commands and rush towards him, feeling his eyes on him as you approach.

"I am terribly sorry to bother you Lord Vulkan, but My lord Dorn told me to-" He ushers you closer with a hand, his voice gentle despite his overwhelming size.

"I am well aware of your circumstances, and what is more than likely about to play out. You can stay here with me."

You take refuge close to the Salamander's primarch, both standing and watching as Perturabo confronts Dorn. Multiple of his Imperial Fists straighten up and hold themselves at the ready, prepared to fight for their primarch if it ever be needed.

"Dorn!"

A disrespectful finger points his way, but Dorn pays it no mind. The white fabric of Perturabo's Olympian clothes flow softly and comfortably in the gentle wing, in contrast to the sharp, unforgiving features of his face.

"You think you can just steal from me now? Are you truly so bold now that you're praetorian?"

Dorn only speaks up when Perturabo is close enough that he doesn't have to yell.

"She wanted to leave."

Dorn speaks plainly, bluntly, as if he's just totally uncaring of the conversation.

You've learned over time that Dorn is far from emotionless; He merely doesn't waste it on things he deems pointless. This is pointless, and so he only speaks with the most blunt, monotone voice. It pisses Perturabo off to an unfathomable degree.

To think he was so upset about your departure without his dismissal. He had been nothing but cold and cruel to you, despite the fact that you were merely there to document his legion's progresses.

"I don't care what she wanted. She was indebted to my legion, and I will not tolerate deserters no matter how useless I think they are,"

Perturabo yells. Once his frustration at Dorn is exhausted enough that his attention can be deviated, he turns his gaze to you.

It feels like the gravity of a planet is pushing down onto you, the sheer weight of his anger. Even from so far away. Even the weight of Primarch Vulkan's hand on your shoulder does nothing to shield you from it.

"I hope you heard me, you lying, traitorous little whore. I hope you know I'll wring your neck myself when I catch you."

It takes every bit of energy to avoid crumbling instantly, at the threat of a primarch. Thankfully he leaves shortly after, storming off with the flowing white fabric of his clothes flowing behind him.

Vulkan sighs. You think he said something to reassure you, but you can't hear it over the thumping of your heart in your ears.

"I truly don't think there is much we can do to change him." Corvus- whom you've only just realized was here the entire time with a startle upon hearing his voice - shakes his head.

"His desire to be superior is tripped up at every point by his insufferable personality."

Vulkan looks down at you as an Imperial Fist approaches.

"Are you alright?" He says, and the caring nature of it is a bit overwhelming.

"I, I hope so." Vulkan doesn't laugh, but there is a softness on his face as he smiles at you. Corvus simply watches, and you once again realized that he was there.

"We all know Dorn. He has mentioned you quite a bit,"

"For him," Corvus adds. Vulkan gives him a quick look before turning back to you.

"I do not think he would ever allow anything to happen to you."

The reassurance of a primarch is a feeling next to none; But so it's the threat of one. They both battle in your heart and soul as the Imperial Fist reaches you.

"Lord Dorn is going to have one of us escort you back to the ship."

You nod, looking up to Vulkan to thank him. He simply smiles and speaks before you have a chance to give any gratitude.

"Stay safe, little one."

You follow that Imperial Fist back, before he leaves you on your own close to your quarters. Once you get into them, the door shutting behind you with a hiss, your chest starts to tighten like something has a hold on it.

Every Iron Warrior now likely knows that Perturabo wants your head on a pike. You try to steady your breathing, dumping your papers onto your small desk and sitting on the edge of your bed with a soft thud.

It's getting harder to breath, you swallow a massive knot in your throat. You try to shake your leg, dig your fingers into your palms to stop the feeling, like your heart is going to explode, the thumping of blood in your ears-

It starts to level down after awhile, the room steadies and no longer is spinning. Once that happens, the tears actually start to come, and you keep trying to wipe them away each time a few fall.

You don't regret leaving the Iron Warriors; Olympia. You don't know what Dorn saw in you that was enough for him to offer you a place but you don't regret taking it. His legion's treatment of you compared to your time on Olympia was incomparable, but the petty nature you had witnessed from the primarch was now focused on you; Your betrayal of fleeing to Dorn.

You have your arms wrapped around yourself, tightening them as someone opens your door. Your momentary startle fades when you realize who it is.

It's Dorn. You don't know when his presence stopped being so intimidating, even as a primarch; Perhaps it's the time you've spent with him recently that has gotten you used to him.

"You have been crying."

It would surely be easy to tell- you can still fear the wetness of tears on your face. You take a deep breath and clear your throat to try and speak normally.

"Primarch Perturabo wants my beaten corpse at his feet, and I don't, I don't know what to do-"

He comes closer, face neutral and stoic. You try and contain the emotion on your face.

Stupid, all of it, is what Perturabo would've said to you. You were always a stupid, pointless inconvenience forced upon him. But yet one he was still so upset to see leave.

"I knew very well how he would behave when I offered you a place here. I will not allow him to harm you."

In his own, odd way, the sentence calms you. It's not a lie, it is the utmost truth put into blunt, simple words. You sniffle and unwrap your arms from around yourself, returning to some level of normalcy.

"Thank you..." You say, and Dorn- to your surprise - kneels.

"Do not thank me for something I should do. I put you in this predicament and made you an enemy of him."

Dorn is quiet for a moment. You look at him questioningly, but he doesn't seem to notice. Then suddenly a hand rests heavy on your shoulder, and he leans in to press his lips to yours.

It's only a split second, it's chaste and quick, and he pulls away as a string of spit snaps between you both. You barely even have a chance to process it all; A primarch just kissed you. You had liked him, but you firmly pushed those thoughts from your mind for the sheer absurdity of them.

“You shouldn’t cry.” At first you think he’s telling you not to be weak- To suck it up.

“I, should not have allowed him to speak to you that way. I allowed him to make you cry.”

Crying is nothing; the fact that he has said he would protect you from an enraged primarch that by all intents and purposes you betrayed, is more than worth its weight. You don’t care about the crying.

"I'll be fine. I just needed a minute, and," You laugh. "Hopefully that's the last time I ever see his face." Dorn doesn't smile, but his voice has a gentle tilt of amusement that makes you smile a bit wider.

"I admit I would be jealous of you if that were to be the case."

You don't envy that he will have to continue to deal with Perturabo, especially now that your presence has created a deeper rift. Alongside his duties as Praetorian.

Dorn rises up from his knee and reaches out a hand.

"I am going to speak to my men about progress of the Palace walls. Come with me."

You take his hand, and you expect him to just allow you to pull yourself up, but instead he wraps his fingers around it and holds your hand, guiding you out of your room. He lets go moments after, but the gesture was there none the less.

[fen-luciel]

The mistakes of a Acolyte

ATTENTION

This post is an experiment; for now, I'll publish only a few chapters to see if anyone new is interested. The story is currently ongoing on AO3.

WARNINGS: Unplanned pregnancy/toxic relationship/Sith oc-reader

Story: Many wrong choices had brought me to that moment.

Few were the ones I regretted.

Getting pregnant by Qimir? I don't think I'll ever have a definite answer to that.

All I needed to know was that I had to escape to a galaxy far, far away.

-Chapters

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Shopping was perhaps the worst part of the week. Summer had just arrived on the planet and the heat had always been unbearable, so being five months pregnant, everything had worsened from 1 to 100. Especially the sweat under my breasts and the belly that was terribly enormous for my current situation. The only positive part was that occasionally some neighbor would recognize me to help, but that wasn’t one of those lucky days.

I continued to walk through the market, armed with bags full of groceries. There wasn’t much left, but I had to get at least the fruit before heading home. The streets were full of all kinds of people and aliens, the stalls in full swing, yet something was off.

It was a feeling... that I hadn't felt in months, as if the Force was around me. But not the usual hum of life around me, or... the presence of someone familiar, just a powerful force lurking.

I tried to look around but saw nothing suspicious or resembling a Jedi or a Sith. I sighed before continuing my walk to the end of the street where the fruit stall was. Fortunately, the Twi'lek there knew me well and ran over to take my bags and place them on the counter. "What were you thinking? Here alone, you need a hand" I laughed slightly, following her at a slower pace. "Yeah well, as a single mother, it’s difficult, don't worry, I'll grab the last things and head home," I slowly touched my stomach, looking around. "The usual?" She asked kindly, to which I nodded, continuing to look around for new things. "Do you have something sweeter than the usual purple fruit with the unpronounceable name?" I said with a sly smile. "Unfortunately not, rather, do you want my husband to accompany you home? These are really a lot of bags" she replied, but I shook my head before taking the wallet from my bag and leaving the credits on the counter. "Don't worry, it’s not far and—" "And we will help her," said a male voice behind me.

It was like a flash of realization, behind me, strong and clear, I could feel the Force pulsing alive, after months of being shut off from it. I turned sharply and in front of me, two men in Jedi uniforms smiled kindly. My breath caught in my throat; it was impossible for them to know me, and I certainly didn't recognize them, but it was obvious they were here for me. And not just to help a poor pregnant woman.

"Excuse me, I..." but the taller of the two with dark skin took the bags the Twi'lek had handed him, full of groceries. "Wait..." "Don't complain, Sabrina, you're lucky to have two Jedi helping you, now go home and rest" she interrupted with a smile while I stood bewildered at the counter. "It's okay, Miss Sabrina, we'll accompany you home" said the other, offering me an arm which I reluctantly took. I certainly couldn’t make a scene in the store, or all the cover I had built would be blown, and in this condition hiding again might be impossible.

We walked out of the store slowly; despite the tension, I couldn’t deny that support was useful after all the walking I had done today. "So? Do you intend to introduce yourselves?" I said looking ahead, keeping my face stoic. The older man nodded before indicating himself. "You're right, we were rude. I am Master Sol, and this is Knight Yord, we apologize for the sudden intrusion, but we have been looking for you." I glanced at him sideways; the name Sol was familiar, although it could mean anything. "I am Sabrina. But let’s be honest, you're not here to help random passers by; we're on a distant planet in the Outer Rim, the Jedi have no supervision here, are you perhaps on vacation?" I said with a tight smile, allowing myself a nervous joke. Maybe I was too hasty with the questions, but I preferred to be the one asking rather than answering them. The two laughed briefly as we continued towards home; at this point, acting suspiciously would be worse. It wasn’t as if I could run very far; it was obvious the two were not mere padawans or inexperienced. "Actually, we're here for you. Or rather, we believe you know someone we're looking for" Sol said, still with a gentle smile. I looked at him confused, but my heart began to beat fast in my chest. I wanted to stay calm, afraid the two could sense my mood change, but the terror that my worst nightmare would come true clouded my rationality. There could be many possibilities, or just one, maybe being caught now would be better.

I freed myself from his grasp, pulling out the keys in front of the apartment building where I lived, searching for the door card. "Oh yeah? And who? I guess you have a name" the card activated, opening the glass doors. I gently touched my belly to hide the trembling of my hands. Neighbors came out right at that moment, an elderly couple who greeted me kindly. "Oh dear, you went shopping alone? Fortunately, you met these kind gentlemen to help you, you shouldn’t strain yourself in your condition." I could only smile at their concern. The affection people had shown me here since they found out I was a single mother was constant, help, advice, an atmosphere I had rarely encountered in my life and which had truly made me fall in love with this place. "I know, but it was really an emergency, I swear I'll ask for help next time" I replied, nodding slightly at other kind admonitions before waving goodbye and continuing to my apartment. Reaching the elevator with the two Jedi silently following me until then. "You have a warm neighborhood" said Sol as we went up to the fourth floor. I nodded, glancing at them behind me when the doors opened, and we walked into the hallway. "Yes, they’ve all been kind since I arrived, I’ve been lucky. Anyway, you were saying..." finally in front of the door, I took the right key from my pocket, but just as I was about to continue, the other young man spoke for the first time, interrupting me. "Does the name Qimir mean anything to you?"

It was like a bucket of cold water in the face. Of course. Obviously, they were looking for him. How could I have even hoped it was something else? Everything had been too quiet; it was obvious it wouldn’t stop without me, but now... there were Jedi knocking at my door. Asking if I knew him. So maybe all was not yet lost. "Sabrina? Did you hear what we said?" I turned to realize the two were looking at me, confused and a bit worried. Sol was staring at me intensely; it was obvious he understood that I knew something, I had lost awareness of my surroundings for a few seconds. "Yes, I'm just... very tired" I replied in a lower voice than I wanted. I turned to the door to open the lock, my hands visibly trembling, and they noticed it too. I tried to reach for the lock, but Sol's gentle hand took the card from me and opened the door. "Here, let's go in, you need to sit down."

The first lights of sunset were starting to enter through the window I had left open. The apartment was in shadow thanks to the sunshade of the windows, leaving the place mostly in the dark. I walked slowly into the living room, Sol at my side, concern written on his face. I turned to Yord, who still held the shopping bags, and looked around confused for a few seconds. Qimir's name echoed in my chest, choking my throat. "Can I..." but he seemed to understand immediately, shaking his head as he placed the bags on the kitchen counter. "I'll put away the groceries."

I stood there like an unsure idiot, unsure of what to say or do, as Yord opened my fridge in silence while emptying the bags. Sol's gentle but firm touch pushed me onto the sofa, where several pillows were positioned to help me sit comfortably and get up alone. I was gently pushed onto them, my tense body melting into the soft material, my feet on fire, but the worst was still in my chest, where my breath struggled to pass through as I kept myself contracted and tense. "We know you were... friends, I guess." He began rummaging through his clothes before pulling out an old printed photograph.

I recognized it immediately, the same tear at the corner, the slight stain of spilled coffee at the base, and in the image, me... and Qimir. I remember the day we took it; we had the hologram, but it was inconvenient to carry, so we had it printed, two identical ones to always carry with us on missions, both smiling while his arm warmly circled my waist, my head on his shoulder, my gaze happy... almost... in love. Ironic that I realized it when I had already made the most drastic decision. Qimir, however, always had that smile, the one of someone who knows too much and doesn't want to tell you out of spite. I hated his insolence when I first met him, but over time I got used to it as he got used to my ironic comments. We loved teasing each other; at first glance, we looked like two insolent kids... two lovers taking a photo. "Please, Sabrina. We need your help. This man... has committed unspeakable actions. The Order has been searching for him for years, and now more than ever, we need a hand," but I could only continue to look at that photo. I already knew everything. Of course, I knew.

"Where did you get it?" I said, keeping a more steady tone. Sure, I had left, but I wouldn’t betray him. Especially not to the Jedi. I was good at lying, but I needed to play this better; they definitely wouldn’t leave without answers, and they knew I had them. I took the photo and held it in my hands. I still had mine, hidden in the same box where I had placed the few things I hadn’t had the courage to throw away. "We managed to bring him out into the open after months of intensive searches. When he escaped, we searched through his things and the only thing that linked him to someone or something was this photo." Internally, I breathed a sigh of relief. At least I knew he hadn’t been caught or that he was on my trail, though I couldn’t be sure about the latter. Keeping our photo wasn’t typical behavior for him towards things that pissed him off. I took for granted that he wasn’t happy about my disappearance.

"I... I can't tell you much, I haven't seen him in months, I cut off all contact... and before you ask, I have no idea where he might be, disappearing without a word was his hobby." I had to choose my words carefully, say half-truths that would seem plausible without exposing myself... or us too much. "But in the photo you look close" continued Yord, walking near the couch, the groceries neatly stored on the shelves. I let out a sigh mixed with a smile. "Oh yes. Something like that, but we've always been two solitary souls, we needed our own space, so we had our secrets" I sighed before casually dropping the photo on the wooden table in front of me. "Honestly, I wouldn't know how to help you find him and I'd prefer to stay as far away from him as possible." Sol beside me adjusted his seat before giving a reassuring smile. "Anything about him would be helpful. I also want to understand your relationship more... if you think you're in danger, you can tell us, we can protect you." I gripped the fabric of my dress to distract myself from the laugh threatening to escape my throat. "The fact that you are here is already a problem for me. For all I know, he might have followed you. Qimir is many things, but he’s not an idiot." I sighed before starting to get up slowly. Yord at my side leaned in to give me a hand, but I ignored him, placing a foot on the edge of the table to try and unlace my shoes, at which point the Jedi bent down again to do it for me. "Wait, there's no need-" "I want to. You look tired, and we're disturbing you, it's the least I can do." I looked at him a bit irritated, the kindness of the Jedi had always seemed insincere to me, so good it felt fake. But I let him do it, it’s not every day you have a Jedi kneeling in front of you of his own will, and I couldn't deny it amused me terribly. "Anyway, Qimir and I were friends for a long time before..." I considered whether to tell the truth or not, but the months were too precise for me to take such a risk; if they had already asked someone about me, they would realize I was hiding something. "Well, as you can see with your own eyes, before we became something more," I gave a strained smile, indicating my belly. With my feet free of the shoes, Yord standing in front of me looked at me intensely, they had probably already considered that my pregnancy might not be with a casual someone. I walked towards the window, enjoying the twilight sky. "I left as soon as I found out I was expecting. I... I knew what kind of life he led, I imagined he wouldn’t let go just like that, I was afraid of his reaction to everything. To us, to this baby, to what he would do as a result. So I took my things and left." Sol was frowning at my words. Or maybe at the casual way I said them. Too bad. "You knew he was a Sith? About his actions? And you stayed with him anyway?" he asked. "Yes. Well, it’s not like he was very explicit about it, he told me it was his religion, it’s not like I was an expert, he talked about passion and... I don’t know, it seemed normal to me. I’ve met civilians with worse morals" I said honestly at the last part. The two seemed satisfied with my answer so I continued, "Besides, it’s not like I’m some innocent soul. That's how I met him, I was smuggling goods and sometimes we collaborated." Yord gave me an arrogant smile, "and you’re telling us this openly?" I chuckled in response. "I know my rights, kid, we’re outside your jurisdiction and even if accused, you wouldn’t have proof. Who knows, maybe I’ve been doing this job since you became a Jedi." I gave him a smirk which he returned mockingly. For being one of them, he seemed strangely likable.

"In any case. I would kindly ask you to continue this conversation another day, it’s getting late and I’d like to be alone." The two exchanged a look but nodded understandingly, "certainly, maybe we can continue tomorrow?" said Sol as he got up and moved towards the door, followed by the younger one. "Certainly," I replied with a half-smile, following them to the door. At the hallway, they gave a small bow before giving a final goodbye and walking towards the corridor. Reaching the elevator, Yord gave me one last look before smiling and winking at me. Only when I heard the elevator start did I allow myself to release the breath I had been holding until then. Back inside the house, a sense of terror hung in the air.

I was in deep shit.

Fuck.