#my desk is still packed away cause we just moved!
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Galileo Galilei Main Story
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(Who...?)
I wanted to open my eyes to see whose cold hand was touching my forehead, but my body refused to move, and I slipped into unconsciousness once more.
After checking Mitsuki’s condition, Galileo returned to his room and stood there for a while.
Galileo: “........”
After hesitating, he opened a drawer on his desk and took out a worn-out origami crane.
Galileo: “I thought as much...”
The scar on Mitsuki’s forehead, which he had just seen, and the story he heard last night about the origami cranes, triggered a memory in Galileo’s mind.
It was from the time when he traveled through various countries and eras, using the door.
When he arrived in a certain eastern country, he witnessed a scene where a vehicle was about to hit a girl.
Realizing that the girl wouldn’t survive, his body moved on its own. Before he knew it, he was holding the girl in his arms and lying on the roadside.
Girl: “Thank you, big brother. You’re my lifesaver.”
Although he had caused her a slight injury on her forehead, the girl smiled, and the origami crane she gave him as thanks was still in his hand to this day.
Galileo: “The girl I helped back then was Mitsuki.”
Galileo: "That was an event from when I traveled to the future, which means Mitsuki came from the future using that door in the mansion."
With the strange fate involving Mitsuki playing out in his mind, Galileo couldn't help but sigh as he sensed his own fate intertwined with hers.
Galileo: "Even if she doesn't have any special powers, it seems she's still the woman of destiny."
Galileo: "How ironic."
His self-deprecating murmur faded away into the room.
Mitsuki: "Mn..."
When I woke up, the sun was already setting.
I moved slightly despite the lingering heaviness in my body and noticed something gently resting on my forehead.
(Ice pack? Did someone take care of me?)
(Was it Drake? Or maybe...)
At that moment, I heard a knock.
Galileo: "Are you awake?"
Galileo entered, holding a fresh ice pack.
Mitsuki: "Were you the one taking care of me?"
Galileo: "You got injured because of me."
Galileo: "It would be embarrassing if you fell ill because of that."
He said this before I could respond, and a small smile escaped my lips.
(This guy really has a strong sense of duty.)
But whether it was out of obligation or genuine concern, it was heartwarming to have someone look after me.
Mitsuki: "Thank you, Galileo."
Galileo: "........."
He accepted my thanks silently and approached the bed.
My heart raced wildly in my chest as he removed the ice pack and placed his hand on my forehead.
(This is the gentle, cold hand I felt while I was asleep earlier.)
Galileo: "It looks like you're recovering enough to speak, but you still have a fever."
Galileo: "Rest a little longer."
Mitsuki: "Okay. Thank you."
After placing the medicine and drinks he brought on the table, he quietly left the room.
Though I was alone again, I didn't feel as helpless as earlier.
(My chest somehow feels warm.)
(Is it because he was here with me?)
Feeling calm this time, I drifted into another sleep.
A few days later, my health had fully recovered, and I resumed spending my days with him.
We passed through the door and found ourselves on another moonlit night, and each time, I witnessed him struggling under the miasma.
That night, I reflected on the various times I had seen Galileo.
(Why does he keep going out on nights of lunar eclipses?)
All I knew was that he was looking for something, but I still didn't know what it was.
Even though he was suffering, he took some time to recover and then traveled again.
Realizing that he was repeating such actions, I got worried.
(I can't bear to see him like that. I want to stop him for his sake.)
Every time I got to know him better, I found myself unsure of what to call the emotions I had towards him.
He was a frightening man with intense anger hidden beneath an icy, cold facade. Yet he was also compassionate, engraving his sorrow and pain onto himself.
(Seeing him like that is painful.)
Despite aspiring to destroy the world, he tried to help his brethren and even took care of me.
(He has his kind side too.)
Each of these extreme aspects seemed to be part of his truth.
(The way he appears changes from time to time, like the phases of the moon.)
But I still felt like I hadn't discovered the true "him" yet. Just then, I heard footsteps from outside the room.
Curious, I stepped out of the room to find him and Sidereus getting ready to go outside.
Mitsuki: "Galileo, are you going out at this hour?"
Galileo: "Yeah. Sidereus finds this place too confining."
Galileo: "Besides, the sky is clear tonight."
I noticed he was carrying a telescope in his arms.
(Maybe he's going stargazing while walking Sidereus.)
Suddenly, curiosity piqued my interest.
Mitsuki: "Can I come with you?"
Galileo: "Is that to get to know me better?"
Mitsuki: "Yes. You said you wouldn't hide or run away from me, remember?"
While it's true that I want to understand the real him, I'm also intrigued by his personal life.
After a brief moment of silence, Galileo spoke up.
Galileo: "It's your choice."
(Does that mean it's okay for me to go with them?)
Mitsuki: "Then, I'll go with you."
I quickly got ready and followed them until we arrived at a flower field.
Sidereus: *Bark! Bark!*
Sidereus ran around happily in the wide-open field.
Smiling at his puppy-like innocence, I looked at the sky to see the crescent moon and stars sparkling like gems.
Mitsuki: "There are so many stars out tonight."
Galileo: "Yeah. There are no clouds today, so it's the perfect time for stargazing."
He chose a spot and swiftly assembled the telescope.
Once everything was set up, he peered through the lens, occasionally lifting his head to gaze at the night sky.
For some reason, as I gazed at his profile, I found myself captivated by his eyes.
(Is this how he looks when he's stargazing?)
His amethyst eyes were filled with passionate longing, as if yearning for something unattainable in the distance, evoking a sense of melancholy.
(His eyes are really beautiful.)
I found myself admiring his eyes more than the stars.
Galileo: "Want to take a look?"
Mitsuki: "Huh?"
Galileo: "You've been glancing at me since earlier. Isn't that because you also want to see the stars?"
Mitsuki: "Yeah! I'd love to take a look!"
(Thank goodness he didn't notice I was admiring him.)
I stood in front of the telescope, feeling relieved inside.
It was my first time stargazing through a telescope, so I was really excited.
Mitsuki: "Huh? It's blurry. I can't see well."
Thinking I might have messed something up, I tried to adjust the focus, but...
Galileo: "Let me see."
(…....)
He leaned over me from behind, his warmth enveloping me.
As he adjusted the focus, my heart beat loudly.
(My heartbeat is so loud.)
(Why am I feeling so nervous?)
Galileo: "There, try looking now."
Mitsuki: "Ah..."
Galileo gently guided my hand to the telescope.
My cheeks flushed as I peered through the lens, feeling the warmth of his cold hand.
Mitsuki: "It's beautiful..."
I sighed in awe, seeing the stars before me.
I glanced up and saw Galileo looking at the stars with a serene expression.
Galileo: "No matter the era, the brilliance of the stars remains unchanged."
Galileo: "They illuminate everything on Earth, regardless of hatred or sorrow, urging us not to turn away from the truth."
(Truth...)
His words stirred something within me, reminding me of certain words.
------------Flashback-----------
Galileo: "Fine. If you're going to speak as if you understand everything, then go and see it with your own eyes."
Galileo: "See with your own eyes what I am trying to accomplish and what my true desires are."
---------Flashback Ends--------
(One of the few things I've learned about Galileo is his belief in confirming the truth with his own eyes.)
“But why have you not observed this instead of reducing yourself to having to believe the tales of others? Why not see it with your own eyes?”
The words from the book he lent me echoed in my mind.
(He's someone who seeks the truth with his own eyes.)
(Huh? Didn't I have a conversation about someone seeking the truth before?)
------------Flashback-----------
Galileo: "Even if the truth is revealed, if it's inconvenient, they'll be condemned and excluded."
Galileo: "I know a fool who pursued the truth despite knowing this and ended up with a life sentence."
---------Flashback Ends--------
Suddenly, his words came to mind.
(Could that be…)
(Could that be him?)
It was one possibility I had arrived at.
However, I couldn't bring myself to voice it because I didn't want to disturb him as he gazed at the stars with fervent eyes.
(If it's true that he got a life sentence, then what could have happened in his past?)
(I don't really know how he lived as a historical figure, but I know he supported the heliocentric model and left the famous quote, "And yet it moves.")
It was frustrating that I only knew fragments of his history.
(I want to know more about him.)
(I want to understand him and touch his heart.)
Those feelings grew stronger.
Galileo: "Had enough of the stars?"
Mitsuki: "Huh?"
Galileo: "You've been lost in thought for a while now."
Mitsuki: "I was just..."
I looked up at the sky again, swallowing the rest of my words.
Mitsuki: "I was just thinking that they're still beautiful, even though I don't know their names."
I made that comment to hide my true feelings, but then a streak of light flashed across the sky above us.
Mitsuki: "A shooting star! Did you see it!?"
Galileo: "I saw it. Don't get too excited just because you saw one."
Mitsuki: "Sorry. But it was so beautiful! It was over so quickly."
Excitement bubbled up within me, and Galileo let out a sigh.
Galileo: "I didn't expect to see this side of you."
(.......)
For a moment, I felt like my breath had caught in my throat.
The smile I saw for the first time was so gentle.
(I really don't understand.)
(What are these feelings?)
My chest tightened, and I found myself unable to speak.
As if a shooting star had fallen, a nameless, tiny sparkle settled in my heart.
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Here I haven't done art in a bit so take this piece until my art motivation kicks in again lmao
#doodle#legend of zelda#totk#link#zelda#it's so hard drawing on a bed#my desk is still packed away cause we just moved!#right before Christmas lmao
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"ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES ME A DULL BOY"
☆ pairings: satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, & ryomen sukuna x fem!reader
☆ synopsis: jjk men having sex with you during their work hours.
☆ contents: nsfw, smut, public sex, office sex (in gojo's & nanami's), bathroom sex (in sukuna's), car sex (in geto's), closet sex (in toji's), brief mention of adultery in toji's, p-in-v, unprotected sex, cowgirl (in geto's), doggystyle (in sukuna's), standing (in toji's), missionary (in gojo's & nanami's), kissing, creampie, spanking, dirty talking, quickies, dub-con (in sukuna's), just the usual filth
☆ notes: reader is a female and uses she/her pronouns. reader is mentioned to be out of college in sukuna's but she is of legal age.
— satoru gojo: "the wife"
you had only showed up to satoru's job just to drop off the lunch you packed for him that he accidentally left at home. you can't remember what led up to you being splayed over your husband's desk, legs spread open, and his tall, slender body in between your thighs. all you can remember was losing your panties, your dressed hiked up your stomach, before his girthy cock slid in between your folds and was stretching you open.
"h-haaaa... sato-satoruuu..." you moan out his name and arch your back up from the cold wooden desk. "satoru, hm, fuhh..."
here in his office, thankful that the door automatically locked, your husband used your body to his pleasure. satoru's hands gripped on your waist whilst he held you in that position, keeping you from moving away from his dick as he jackhammered right into your sweet spot. soft, low-pitched moans echoed from satoru. the feeling of your warm wet heat sucking in his cock caused him not to think straight.
"goddd baby, your tight little cunt always does this to meee..." he whines out, increasing his thrusts into your pussy.
your breath hitched and your walls contracted on satoru's length, "a-ahh! s-satoru, satoru, im cumming! im cumming! cum-INGGG!!!"
as you were announcing that you were close his deft fingers went to your clit, rubbing it in tight quick circles, and that became your undoing. your walls tightened around satoru and sticky cream coated his throbbing cock.
satoru moaned when he saw your cum painting his shaft. he kept pounding into you after you came, trying to chase his own end desperately. his narrowed hips kept slapping into yours alongside with his taut balls smacking against your taint.
"fuck baby, fuck baby, fuck baby," as he blurted out those words, his voice was getting higher and breathless, "im gonna cum. im gonna cum, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fu-ughh!" satoru slammed into your cunt a few more times before his body stilled and he came deep into your womb.
you place a hand on your lower stomach the moment you felt a warmness pool into your belly. you sit up from the desk, one leg propped up on the edge the other draped over satoru's arm. your eyes look down at the trail of cum that was flowing out when your husband slid out.
satoru's notorious bubbly laughter sounded in the large office room. "ahaha! ooh baby, wasn't that fun?" he says.
"y-yeah b-but satoru we- HM!"
you were cut off when his fingers entered in your heat and were fingering the remnants of his cum out of you. your arms slung around his shoulders followed by your lips pressing against his soft ones. satoru's tongue rolled over with yours. his perfect teeth nibbled on your lower lip before he delved his tongue back into your mouth. puffs of air exhaled out from your mouths as you two kissed.
"hm, ah, i still have thirty minutes left on my lunch break baby."
"huh?"
you were confused when he removed his fingers until satoru flipped you over on your stomach on the desk. he folded your dress over your back and hastily re-entered your pussy. a loud moan almost slipped past your lips if satoru hadn't slapped his hand over your mouth.
"ssh, we don't want to get caught," satoru whispered into your ear just before he jerked his hips forward and hit your sweet spot again. a cocky smirk on that pretty face of his, "do we baby?"
you don't know if you want to bring him his lunch again after today.
— suguru geto: "the assistant"
his pretty little personal assistant. you were just supposed to be a temporary fill-in while his other assistant was out on maternity leave. however, the temporary position became part-time then full-time, and by the time suguru's old assistant was back from their leave he had to find them another job. simply because he was stuck on you. not only did you follow his directions perfectly; you were punctual with completing assignments, you were eidetic in remembering his coffee order, and you liked suguru.
suguru wasn't dumb. he noticed those long, hopeful gazes you'd give him when you think he wasn't looking. he knows you deliberately changed your style in clothing. you went from wearing modest attire to body tight dresses, skirts and blouses. anything that showed off that unique figure you had. suguru knew you liked him.
he liked you too.
maybe a little too much for a worker's code of conduct.
"ah, ah, ah! suguru! suguruuu!"
after inviting you out to eat lunch together at some local bistro, he returned to the parking garage and convinced you into joining him in the backseat of his lexus. he was thankful that he had dark tinted windows and put up the sunshade on the windshield. had suguru not, people would be able to see his assistant riding his dick like a motorbike.
his long black hair was cascading down his face, sweat dampening his tresses and sticking it to his ivory skin. you were both half-clothed in his car. your blouse opened, tits hanging out of your bra and panties discarded on his backseat floor. suguru's shirt was off and pants were pulled down to his ankles as he sat in the middle seat. he hand his hands holding onto your round ass cheeks. he kept them spread open, his thumb tracing your rim, but not pressing into it.
"i thought i'd never get to feel this tight pussy on my cock. hmm, ahh, it was worth the wait sweetheart."
you jolt as his heavy hand popped you on your ass cheek. your fingers dug into his shoulders trying to balance yourself as your thighs started to tremble from bouncing up and down on him so much. you whimpered his name loudly, "suguru!" and leaned forward to grab the headrest behind his head. your breasts smothering his face.
suguru hungrily attached his lips on your nipple sucking on it like a parched man. his tongue wetted your nub, and teeth gnawed it between them. your boss wetly smacked his lips off of your nipple to bring the same attention to the other one.
you tossed your head back as you were getting stimulated by suguru's mouth on your breasts. you stopped bouncing on him to push his head closer to your tits. slowly you rotated your hips on his cock, your eyes roll back into your skull.
"uh, ah, c-cumming, suguru,"
"hmm..." suguru licks his lips after releasing your nipple and husked, "let me help you with that sweetie."
"uhhh..." you sigh.
suguru's hands hooked underneath your arms and held you tight by the shoulders. his feet were firmly planted onto the floor. suddenly your body was being pounded into from underneath. suguru's bulbous head kept ramming right into your sensitive nerve. your eyes widened and you gasped in shock.
"sugu- suguru! 'guru, 'guru! ah! UHHH!!!"
your walls squeezed his cock tight, and body went tense as you came all over him. your juices streaming on to his groin and drenching his skin in your essence. while you were cumming, suguru kept ramming deep into your haven. his tip kissing your cervix with each time he thrusted up.
he clenches his jaw when he felt his stomach tightening and a tight knot building up in his body. suguru's arms went slack yet they still embraced you as he railed a few more times into your heat.
"shit, shit, shit, ohh yesss!"
suguru holds your body down on his cock til you're buried to the hilt while he cums into your womb. your body shudders and sore legs twitch when you feel his cum leaking out of your pussy. even with his cock inside his thick beads of cum drips out and covers your folds and his shaft. his hand reaches in between to jerk himself off to shoot more of his load on your fluttering lips.
"mmhm, that looks so much nicer."
oh yeah, suguru liked you a little too much.
— kento nanami: "the friend"
every morning when kento walks into the office he is greeted by your bright and smiling face. your sweet voice addresses him with a soft "hello" and a wave of your hand. to which kento would wave back to you and briskly walks to his assigned cubicle in the office building. his cubicle just so happened to be right next to yours and you two are one of the few people who like to eat their lunches at their desk.
you two become more or less friends at the office. kento would assist you with some job tasks that you weren't quite well-skilled in. and he would seek for your help with some of his duties as well. together you both helped each other thrive to keep the money flowing into your pockets. sometimes you took lunches outside of the building as partners and enjoy each other's company.
kento likes his job. although what he doesn't like about it, is when it gets to the "rush season" of the job. he calls it that because lots of calls come in, and kento gets so behind on his paperwork that he winds up having to work overtime into the dead of night. he is the only person that he knows of that works overtime.
except that all changes when he returns to the office at 7pm at night and sees a light from a computer emanating in the office room. at first he thought one of his co-workers had forgot to shut down their computer. kento was just about to shut it off himself, until he notices that the computer light was strangely located right where your desk was at. as he got closer he saw the top of your head and the soft clicking of keyboard keys.
"y/n?" he softly calls out.
you whip your head around when you heard your name only to be surprised and smile when you see kento. "ah, kento! i didn't think anyone would be here."
"neither did i. are you behind on work as well?"
you nodded your head and explained to him why you were working late. you told him what assignments you weren't able to complete during normal operation hours. kento shared with you his own troubles. afterwards you and him went to your respective desks and worked.
kento was typing away on his computer keyboard when he heard you call his name about two hours into the late-night working. he pauses in filling in the spreadsheet and goes to your cubicle. you were having trouble trying to calculate some numbers. kento leaned over your seated form and helped you with it.
"you smell really good kento."
he cracked a small smile at your compliment. "thank you."
somehow that one compliment was followed by another compliment by kento towards your hair. then it leads to you rubbing your legs together, kento's large hand holding yours over the mouse, and in a blur your mouths were massaging each other's lips. hands were groping at body parts that would be deemed as inappropriate during work hours. soft moans were coming from you when kento lifted you up from the wheeled chair and sat you on top of the desk.
"hahh... kentooo."
you moan out his name when his cock buried into your pussy. your skirt was discarded, panties hanging off one ankle, and that same leg hanging over kento's shoulder. his cock was stretching your walls nicely, and your slick made it easier for him to slide back and forth. he places a hand on your covered breast and squeezes the flesh there in his palm. at the same time he's bucking his hips into yours.
"damn, you're so hot, so tight, and so damn good. ah, you feel so good!" kento growls, "im so sorry y/n, b-but i don't think i wanna- fuck- stop!"
"then don't stop, ah, k-kento k-keep fucking meee! oh! oh!"
kento grabs your other leg and places it over his vacant shoulder. he pulls his hips back shortly then slams forward. your voice bounces out a moan. his thrusts are slow and hard. you could feel him slide out from your slickened entrance then harshly pound into your core.
"don't stop? you don't want me to- hnng- stop?"
"fuhhh!! fuck! you're gonna make me cum kento!"
"oh yeah? then let's make, hah, you cum then!"
he leans his body over yours, forcing your legs into a position where your knees were touching your chest. your eyes went cross-eyed when kento sped up his thrusts and was pummeling into your sweet spot. you were seeing stars and couldn't think straight with him fucking you like this.
you couldn't warn him as your legs trembled and walls clamped around his dick when you came. kento had to find out by feeling the tightness of your pussy and your nectar spilling onto his groin. he let out a low guttural groan, sliding out till just the tip was inside of you, letting your walls flutter on his head. kento sheathed himself back into your heat, he attempted to return to the pace and rhythm he had set. unfortunately he was losing control over it. it became sloppy as he chased down his own orgasm.
"ha, ha, fuck, fuck," his hand held your ankle and his mouth pressed against it, kissing it tenderly while he pounded. "fuck y/n, y/n, fuck, fuck, oh fu- hnng!!" he stilled his hips and grinded into your pussy as he came into your womb. kento lazily rocked his hips letting your cunt milk him of every drop till he finally pulled out.
the blonde-haired man tilted his head back and released a long satisfied sigh.
he could handle working overtime if it meant working it with you.
— toji fushiguro: "the mistress"
it was no surprise amongst the people at the company about the relationship the boss, toji fushiguro, had with his young, lively secretary. everyone knew what you and him had going on. since the moment you were hired to be toji's new secretary the man couldn't keep his eyes nor his hands off of you. lingering touches in the break room, subtle glances during conference meetings, and extended lunches you and him took together.
everyone at the company knew of the relationship.
everyone except for mr. fushiguro's wife.
after the wife of your boss had generously dropped off a homemade lunch she cooked for him, toji called you into his office through the phone. you entered the large office room, a frown on your face and arms crossed over your chest.
"what do you want toji?"
toji raised an eyebrow by your sudden attitude, yet he didn't seem to show any sort of reaction to it. instead he opened the tupperware with the meal his wife cooked for him. the smell of spices intoxicated the air.
"come and try this, i want to see what you think of-"
"im not eating that."
your boss lifted his head up and looked at your cold expression. toji smirks and leans back in his chair. "why not?"
"im on a diet."
on a diet huh? toji internally says to himself. he closes the lid on the container and stands up from his desk. your boss doesn't say a word as he walks over to you and grabs you by the arm whilst dragging you out of his office. as he walks past his assistant, shiu kong, he tells him that he's taking an extended lunch and to send any incoming calls to voicemail. shiu watches as you struggle in toji's hold before you both turn a corner and disappear doing only what shiu knows as morally wrong.
"AH, AH, AH, T-TOJI!"
you're trapped in a cramped janitor's closet with him. he has you pressed up against a wall, your legs feet above the ground since he has them around his narrow waist, and his thick cock sinking deeper into your pussy.
your buttoned blouse was open, exposing your bouncing tits and hard nipples. the skirt you wore might as well just be trash since toji ripped it off. thank goodness you always carried an extra pair when you were at work. due to toji wanting to fuck you wherever, whenever, you mutually agreed that wearing panties would be pointless.
"stupid girl. i dick you down, i fucking, ugh! i fucking pay your stupid ass and you wanna give me attitude?" toji grunted in between the callous thrusts he gave, "all because of her?"
you don't answer his question, you're either too fucked out on his dick or you're scared to answer. either way, toji continues his rant, "who's the one i eat lunch with? who- fuck, who do i fucking take with me on those business trips? huh? it's you, isn't it?" the moment toji expects an answer out from you, you don't give it. which prompts him to grasp you by your neck, slightly choking you, and he growls, jackhammering his hips onto yours, "i said it's you, isn't IT?!"
"YES, YES, YES! it's me daddy! fuck!" you push your pelvis towards his own. meeting his ruthless thrusts half-way. your back arches up from the wall as you claw your fingers onto his back. toji feels this and he squeezes your neck again. a silent warning not to leave any marks on him. you recognize this and whimper, "im sorry daddy, im sorry, 'orry,"
toji growls into your ear, "you're gonna change that fucking attitude then?" you frantically nod your head and the wordless response results in a loud smack on the ass from toji. you yelp, and he smacks your ass again. hard enough to leave a bruise. "ha, you better fucking answer- hng me girl."
"y-yes daddy! yes daddy, daddy yes, fuck!"
satisfied with your answer, toji's hand around your neck loosens and he shifts his head so he could kiss you roughly. it's a sloppy mess of tongues licking, lips suckling, and teeth nipping. but it's carnal enough to have you gasping for air in between the tangles of wet kisses.
toji lets go of your addictive lips and glanced down at where you two were connected. "im gonna cum inside, you're still on the pill right?"
you nod your head, and tightened your cunt around his length, that was the encouragement he needed to cum. toji's thrusts became quick and hard until they stopped when he slammed deep. his body stilled while he came inside of you. toji fucks his cum languidly in and out of you before he slid out and the thick blobs of his liquid streams down your legs.
"heh, that's what i like to see."
as you two were getting dressed, you looked down at your torn skirt then up at toji. "you have to go grab me another skirt, i can't walk out there like this." he looked at you up and down, and when you gave him a pleading look he sighed and left to go grab you your backup skirt.
when the door shut you rolled your eyes and leaned against the wall. a sinister grin grew on your lips when you recalled toji's question before he came inside of you. "you're still on the pill right?" you mimic his voice inside of the closet and say, "yeah, im still on the pill."
"i was on it two weeks ago."
— ryomen sukuna: "the new girl"
ryomen sukuna was a feared man. he was what the people in the business industry called the "merchant of death" he owned a multi-billion dollar company that stem from generation to generation. no one dared to cross ryomen. no one dared to make ryomen upset with them for the fear of what he could to do to their company. he was thought of as a feared man to everyone that knew him.
everyone except you. the new girl that worked in the human resources department of his company.
he didn't know much about you, he just knew that you were fresh out of college. you were still in training to work in HR and you had just started working for him a week ago. ryomen only encounters you during conference meetings, and even then he doesn't say a word to you. yet you greet him, you try to talk to him, you even compliment him on his suits.
maybe ryomen is confused, and forgot what it meant to be good-natured. either way he corners you in the unisex bathroom stall. locking the door behind him after he'd shoved you into the 4x4 cube.
"what is it that you want from me?"
"huh?"
"you heard me!" you flinch when he yells at you. he's standing just an arms length away from you his fists clenched at his sides. "you've been constantly pestering me. smiling at me, batting those eyes at me, and commenting on my clothes."
you slowly blink at him and softly respond. "mr. sukuna, i don't... i don't see you in that way."
"eh? so you don't think i'm attractive?"
"what- wait! n-no! i mean! mr. sukuna, you're putting me in a tight spot!"
ryomen snorts, "i'm putting you in a tight spot?! darling, you're not going to be in a tight spot." he inches closer to you, backing you against the sink in the bathroom stall. your back hits the ceramic just as his face is just centimeters away from yours. "but i will be."
you had yourself bent over the bathroom sink, standing in front of the mirror with the owner of a multi-billion dollar company pummeling his hard cock into your tight cunt. your pants were pulled down to your ankles, and your arms were clutched together by ryomen. he drove into your body with so much force, you were afraid at some point the sink you were leaning on would break. though that was the least of your concern. right now you were trying hard to be quiet while your boss practically ravaged you like an animal.
"hm! hm! hm! hm! mr. s-sukunaaaa... p-pluh-pleeease!"
a heavy hand slapped you on your ass. sharp finger nails dug into your flesh. "i don't want to hear that. call me by my name. ryooomennn." he growls.
you pant as you spread your legs wider and subconsciously threw your ass back on him. "ryo-ryomennn... ryomen!" you bit down on your bottom lip and squealed when you felt his tip hit your sensitive spot. "hnn!! ryomen, right there, right there, right there!"
ryomen cracks into a large arrogant grin. he watches himself fuck you, the new girl in HR, in the mirror. he sees that you have your head looking down and he can't see the expressions you're making on your face. ryomen grabs you by your head and positions you to look at yourself in the mirror.
"look! look at how stupid im making you look! aha! hng! fuck! you stupid, stupid girl." ryomen sneers. "i think, fuck, after this, i might just give you a promotion!"
your knees buckle and you make a strangled noise that's between a moan and a gasp. his cock is abusing your sweet spot, never relenting or showing you mercy. you stick out your tongue while you lock eyes with him in the mirror.
"a-aahhhh," you sigh out mindlessly.
ryomen laughs at your stupidity, though it abruptly stops when you wordlessly clench around his cock and you cum all over him. you squirt right onto his pelvis, with some of it landing on his prada loafers. he jerks you forward over the sink counter and slaps you on your ass cheek.
"you stupid girl! why didn't you tell me you were cumming?"
"hmm, ryo..men... ahh..."
he curls his lips in disgust at you, "damn maybe i did fuck you stupid then." he smirks widely and pulls his hips back, "oh well,"
you make another strangled noise when he slams right into your spot again. only this time your eyes roll back and you babble to yourself about how good he feels. ryomen lets go of your arms to slap both of his hands on your ass cheeks and roughly pound into you from behind. his balls slap against your clit each time his hips met the curve of your ass.
"haa, haa, fuck this pussy feels so damn good. too bad it belongs to a stupid whore like you!" he pants, giving your ass another smack with the flick of his wrist. "i think i'm about to cum, hng, ah, i wonder where... fuck where should i do it?"
you mumble, "in...s-siidee, insidddee,"
your boss cackles, "did you say i should cum inside you slut?" he grabs you by your neck and lightly presses down on your throat. "you don't tell me what to do," he hisses and his thrusts became sloppier and quicker. "what if i- what if i want to fucking cum... hm! o-on that fucking stupid face you have?" he grits his teeth, and hammers his cock in your creaming pussy. "or on those dumb things you call tits? m-maybe in that mouth of yours? ugh! fuck you're such a stupid girl! fuck, fuck, fuck, im gonna cum!"
ryomen hips stilled and he came with a loud guttural groan when he filled your pussy up with his heavy loads of cum. his dick was throbbing and spurting out his hot seed into your womb. filling you up nicely. he pulls his cock out of your heat, holding himself by the base and slapping his heavy tip against your puffy clit. meanwhile the remnants of his cum was dripping out of your hole and onto the floor in a puddle of white.
"ha, ha, haaaa... jesus christ girl. hm, from this day on you're going to be my personal assistant." he slaps his hand on your ass cheek again. "you're moving out of HR and you're going to be working for me. do you understand?"
you muster up a weak, "y-yes...s-sir."
ryomen smirks.
maybe he might enjoy your company, new girl.
demie: NOW IM GONNA BE HONEST, WITH TOJI'S I LITERALLY DID NOT EXPECT TO WRITE THAT. BUT I WAS LIKE FUCK IT IM GONNA GO WITH IT. WE BABY TRAPPING THESE MOFOS. oh and if you peep into it, you can see that toji was basically fucking with reader's feelings by offering her food that his WIFE cooked for him. what a slap in the fucking face smfh deadbeat ass. also i stayed up till 1am on a work night finishing to write this w h e e z e s anyways imma take my ass to sleep now. GOOD NIGHT!!!
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Headache III (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)
Summary: While getting accustomed to your new life as an avenger in training, you bump into an old friend. Tomfoolery ensues.
Warnings: none i dont think
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The sound of Tony clapping reverberates throughout the room. “Alright, speedo, what’s the decision?” You look up from the tech deck you were playing with, “What? Uh, dismissed! Meeting over!” Wanda clenches her eyes shut and pinches the bridge of her nose. “Did you hear anything we said, you dolt?” You ignore her, continuing to poorly attempt tricks on your tech deck. “Hey! I was using that.” You look up at Wanda, who is currently holding your toy.
“Did you seriously bring a fucking mini skateboard to a meeting?” She spins the toy around in her hand, analyzing it.
“Okay, first of all, it's a tech deck, and second of all I didn’t bring it with me, it’s just always in my pocket.”
“Tony, can you just send her to prison already?”
“Fuck you, witch- What the hell!” You duck before your toy could hit you in the face, looking towards Wanda, who now had a smirk on her face.
“Enough!” Steve chimes in, “Wanda, seriously? You’re better than this, and you," He directs his glare at you, "Make a choice before we make one for you.”
Sighing, you pretend to be in thought, stretching out the moment as long as possible before answering. “Yeah sure, I’ll join. If only to piss witchy off.” Wanda rolls her eyes and stomps away. You turn towards Steve, “Teenagers, amiright?” Tony huffs out a laugh while Steve stands up and leaves, muttering, “You’re younger than her for fucks sake.”
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You were sat outside your university, an angry Wanda with her hands crossed stood in front of you, tapping her foot angrily. You felt like an insolent child. In hindsight, leaving the compound without telling anyone wasn’t the wisest thing you could’ve done, but you had to get your stuff from your dorm!
“Can I go in now or am I gonna have to keep watching you stand there looking constipated-”
“Idiot! Why wouldn’t you at least leave a note?”
“I’m sorry! I didn’t think you’d have a bitch fit over it.”
Wanda mutters what you assume to be a prayer under her breath in her native language before pulling you up by your jacket and dragging you into the university and towards your dorm. “It hasn’t even been your first day yet and you’re already causing trouble.” She mutters as she watches you pack up your stuff, noting that you packed your teddy bear first. You duck and look beneath your bed.
“Pss, pss.”
“What are you doing- Oh my god.”
Wanda’s eyes widen as a little black cat appears from underneath your bed. You pick the little feline up and turn towards Wanda, “Never seen a cat before? I expected more from you as a witch.” Wanda rolls her eyes, “I’ve seen a cat before- thats not even what I’m shocked about! How do you keep him here?” You shrug and hand her the cat, turning to pack the rest of your things.
Finishing up, you look towards Wanda holding your cat at a distance. “Why are you holding him like that? He doesn’t have rabies or anything,” You move past Wanda, “I think.”
“What!” You run away cackling, looking back and finding Wanda attempting to chase after you with the cat in her arms.
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You still hadn’t gotten your own room, so placing all your things in Wanda’s room was your only option. Surprisingly, she hadn’t minded much since it was just a suitcase and a backpack. Wanda left to do god knows what after making sure you weren't stealing anything.
You're sitting at her desk, staring at your laptop screen with your cat purring on your lap. You had so many assignments. You’re basically an avenger now, kind of, and you’re still worried about school work. You giggle at the thought.
“I can’t imagine your homework is entertaining enough to make you laugh like that.” You look up to see a silver haired man, who you now know as Pietro, standing at your, well Wanda’s, door.
“No, calculating ‘water potential’ is nothing to laugh about. It’s just crazy. I'm a superhero worrying about homework,” Pietro pulls up a chair next to you. “Well, you’re not a superhero just yet. Anyways, Peter’s the same and he’s doing fine. I think.” You raise an eyebrow at him.
“There’s someone here that’s not old enough to have seen David fight Goliath?”
“What?”
“Nothing, where’s Wanda she would’ve gotten that reference.” You mutter, turning back towards your laptop.
After petting your cat, Pietro lets out a breath and stands up, stopping at your door. “Well, good luck. Also, cool it with the douchiness with Wanda, yeah?” You swivel your chair towards him, “No promises.” Pietro sighs, lightly smacking the door frame, “You start training tomorrow, so don’t stay up too late.”
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You land on your back for the hundredth time this morning. “I told you to go easy!” You groan, pushing yourself up off the mat. “I never said yes to that,” Natasha readjusts her stance, not even a drop of sweat on her, “You won’t always be able to rely on your speed, if you’re forced to fight you’d probably die.” You gasp in offense, “She’s right, you need it.” Wanda chimed in, tying her hair up and setting up the treadmill.
You look at both of them, “What’s that supposed to mean!” You adjust your stance, “Come on, come at me-”
You were on the floor before you could even process Natasha approaching you. She had you in a headlock that you couldn’t escape, but you were too stubborn to tap out. Wanda had been watching you, intending to poke fun at your inevitable failure, but when she catches sight of you going limp, she rushes forward and pushes Natasha off you. “I h-had her,” You push out in between coughs. Natasha stands up and sighs, “That’s enough for today, go get cleaned up.”
You were still panting on the floor when you felt someone slapping your back. “It gets easier. As cool and powerful as my abilities are, I’d be useless in a fist fight if not for this training..” You hear Wanda admit from above you. “Yeah well, I can bite really hard.” Wanda laughs and helps you up, “I’m sure you can, but you’re also scrawny, and short. You’re basically just an aggressive kitten.” She pretends not to notice you blushing at the description.
“I’m wily! I could slither and fit anywhere. I’d make a good spy.” She pats you on the back. “Sure, kitten. Go shower, you stink.” You roll your eyes and walk away, still panting.
Exiting the gym, you hear footsteps quickly approaching you. Taking a deep breath, you wait for them to get close enough, then turn and punch them in the nose. You look down and see a boy around your age, clutching his nose and groaning. “Shit! Sorry, I’m not used to the security of this place.” You extend a hand to him. He looks at it for a moment before taking it and pulling himself up. “No biggie.” He replies, a boyish grin on his face.
Your eyes light up in recognition, “No. Way. Parker!” He looked confused before realizing who you were. You had been the first person Peter told about his late-night activities after you found his suit when you were snooping around his room. His grin widens, pulling you into a bear hug, your feet dangling as you hug him back. The moment is interrupted as Wanda exits the gym, and Peter places you back on the ground, “Uh, What’s going on here?” She raises an eyebrow at how close you and Peter were standing.
You jump up and down excitedly, “Me and Peter were best friends in high school,” You turn towards him, “But I hadn’t recognized him, you’re so big now!” Peter blushes when you caress his bicep, you miss the twitch in Wanda’s eye. Rolling her eyes, Wanda walks away and shoulder bumps you, but you pay her no mind.
“So, you still have that Lego Star Wars set?”
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“Okay, so Tony leaves his lab at three on the dot to have lunch with Pepper, he’ll be gone for about 30 minutes so you have a bit of time.” You and Peter had been sitting on the floor of the living room building Star Wars monuments when you heard Tony talking to Natasha about a new gadget he was working on, and that he had a prototype ready in his lab. So, you badgered him for information.
His refusal to tell you anything about it made you insatiably curious, so you recruited Peter, and are now planning a heist in Wanda’s room while she’s out. “Yeah, alright. What about Steve, though? Won’t he be doing rounds or something.” You turn to Peter who was casually dragging a string along, playing with your cat. “I guess I could distract him. He’s smart though, so I can’t drag it out too long.” You nod, getting up. “This plan is perfect.”
It was, in fact, not perfect. You failed to remember who would be walking back from the gym at the same time Tony left. “Hey Steve, you’re being punked. Found this little guy sprinting out of Tony’s lab with,” He lifts a piece of metal up, “Whatever this is.” You were dangling in the air, Pietro holding you up by the back of your shirt collar, not unlike a mother cat holding her kitten. “I told you, Tony asked me to get it for him!” You defend while Pietro adjusts his hold on you. Steve pinches the bridge of his nose, giving Peter a disappointed look. You jump in before he could start his lecture, “He had nothing to do with this, I promise. It was just me.” Peter sputters in shock, smiling at you gratefully before turning and running away.
Pietro lets go of your collar without warning and you groan as you land on your face. He whispers ‘good luck’ and follows Peter out. Steve watches you with arms crossed as you push yourself up off the ground and look anywhere but him. “Look, I get it. You’re just a kid, but this job is serious. We can’t have you messing around…” You zone out for the rest of the lecture.
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Wanda had returned home an hour ago, ignoring Steve’s yelling. She figured a security guard messed up or something. However, when she looks up to the sound of her door opening and catches sight of you stomping in angrily, your cat following behind you, she connects the dots. “Who shat in your coffee?” You look towards Wanda in confusion, “What? I don’t even drink coffee.” Wanda sets her book down on the couch and walks towards where you were sitting at her desk. “That’s not what I meant, idiot. What’s got you so down?”
Getting caught wasn’t something that happened often. Usually, you were able to sprint away and forget about your douchebag activities, so you weren’t used to being yelled at. Wanda raises an eyebrow. Your thoughts were so loud, and she was shocked to see you so affected by getting yelled at. “It’s nothing, whatever. Can you fuck off? I have a lab report due.” Lab report? Wanda honestly thought you were a business major. She had never expected you to be into science, or school in general. A knock on the door catches you and Wanda’s attention. “Hey- oh Wanda. Hi. Anyways, thanks for covering for me, aunt May would’ve killed me. So, I have a little thank you present.” Peter enters and closes the door behind him, pulling out a bottle. Wanda’s eyes bulge out of her head. She could barely buy cigarettes at your age, let alone vodka. You stand up, ignoring your responsibilities, and bounce around in glee. “Ahh! Thank you, Peter.” You give him a big smooch on the cheek, Wanda rolls her eyes at his blush.
You drag your friend to the couch and take the bottle from his arms. “Come on witchy, join us!” Wanda sighs, she might as well. Wanda awkwardly stands in front of you and Peter, the couch was too small to fit all of you. An idea pops into your head. Standing up you push Wanda to sit on the couch, and place yourself on her lap. “Come on, why so tense, Avril Lavigne?” You take Wanda’s arms and wrap them around your waist.
She glares at Peter when he giggles at the blush on her face. Peter takes the bottle from you and pops it open, taking out shot glasses from his backpack to pour into, handing them to you and Wanda. You’re asking Peter about college when you hear the door being pushed open. You and Peter look at each other in panic, while Wanda is suspiciously calm.
Before you can hide the bottle, Pietro walks in. At his angry expression, apologies begin to spill out of Peter's mouth before Pietro breaks out laughing. “Calm down, Spidey. Wanda texted me to join.” Peter lets out a breath of relief as Pietro closes the door behind him, sitting down on the floor and pouring himself a shot. "Toast!" You laugh at Peter's serious expression as he dings the bottle, “To new beginnings! And to the 4 coolest people in the team.”
You all clink your glasses, laughing as you take your shots.
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A/N: This story doesnt follow cannon very well, but its ok. Wanda and pietro are like 22 in this.
tags: @sgm616
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supervisor!Simon
“Simon.” You snap, and they both look at you. You get up grabbing your things and walk back to the office. Johnny and Simon sit at the table, bathing in whatever just happened.
“If it wasn’t obvious before.” Johnny blows a raspberry, getting up.
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When you all come back from lunch, Johnny does his best to not pay attention to the daggers you're glaring at Simon. Simon, Stood by Linda's desk writing on a sticky note.
“Jesus christ.” You say, even more frustrated and annoyed than before. Your computer screen was white, And if your day couldn’t get anymore hectic, The monitor started making weird noises before it all shut off.
“You have to be kidding me.” You scoff, almost about to cry from the overwhelmingness of it all.
In an instant Simon was next to your desk, “What happened?”
“I don’t know,” You say, “What do you mean you don’t know?” He asks, tapping keys and moving the mouse, “It just shut off.” Simon lets out an extremely loud and long sigh (Like he needs to calm down fr. )
“Move, I’ll fix it.” you push his arms out of the way, “You don’t even know what you’re doing.” He argues, “Neither do you,” You retort. You spam the power button, and do the same as Simon wiggling the mouse around.
“Maybe we should call the IT guy?” Linda suggests, SImon whips head around so quickly it almost spins right off his head. “Linda?”
“Yeah?”
“Did you finish that paperwork that was due, many, many months ago?” He asks, “I’m almost finished-” He cuts her off, “So you’re not done?”
“Well, no-” She admits. “Let’s get back to work then, Yeah?” Simon turns to look back at you, “Move out of the way.” He nods, “Uh no?” You say, “It’s my desk,”
“You know you’re being really childish,” Simon whisper-yells. “We’re all friends, Right Johnny?” You mock his accent quietly, “Oh very nice,” He scoffs, “Now move, I’m fixing my computer.”
“I’m gonna pull your chair, You Move.” Simon warns, “Do it and I’ll tell Hr.” Simon squints his eyes and backs off. He goes back to his office like a leering street cat.The others in the office were watching you and Simon, sharing awkward glances at the two adults whisper-arguing for 5 minutes straight.
Simon walks out of his office again, “The IT guy’s coming.” He announces awkwardly. Your eye almost twitches, “Didn’t Linda Just suggest that,” You huff, “Didn’t you Just break your computer?”
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You were packing your bag, your computer was now working, You and Simon kept bickering back and forth about the god damn thing.
Simon appeared by your desk randomly, “Are you still coming over?” He asks casually, “Simon, sh!” You point to Johnny and the others still around. “He knows.” He says arrogantly. You roll your eyes at his tone, “Don’t think so.” you shrug, “Why not?” He asks which comes out like a whine, if you’d listen close enough, “Cause you’re on my nerves.”
“I’ll get on something else,” He wiggles his brows, “Simon, shut up!” You swat him with your notepad.
Simon glanced around the room and His eyes landed on Johnny. He looked away quickly and Simon looked back at you, “So yeah, or no?”
“I have no other way to get out of here.” You mumble.
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Simon laid right next to you in his bed, watching your chest rise and fall. His hand grazing your bare back eventually, rubbing your soft skin.
“Why’re you up?” you mumble, You face smushed into the pillow. “Can’t sleep.” Simon's voice is deep with exhaustion. “Want to cuddle?” You ask flipping over lazily to lay on your back. “Sure.”
He lays on you, his head on your bare chest, his hands rub your lower stomach, sometimes rubbing your upper thigh and side. “What’s the matter?” You ask softly.
“Johnny.” Is all he says. Your hands rub his back, “What about him?” You play with the hair on the nape of his neck, He says nothing. Your hand travels to his shoulders, and you run your finger over the scar on his shoulder blade. “What happened here?” you ask, “Johnny.” He chuckles, “Seriously?” you push his head back to get a look at him.
“Partially,” he lays his head back down and he kisses your chest affectionately. “You want to talk about it?”
“No.” You keep playing with his hair, “That’s fine.” You assure him.
“He knows.” He says aloud. “I figured.” You let out a deep breath. “You think he’ll say something?” You fret. “Dunno.” He shrugs.
“You really did get on my nerves today.” You break the silence. Simon lets out a laugh that’s muffled by his head on your chest. “ I know.” He says, “And you scuffed the tip of my shoes.” You add, “I’ll buy you a new pair.”
“Not the point.”
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Friday morning you get up before Simon, you get dressed, do your makeup all while he is still asleep in his bed. You look him over, staring at the way his arms were stretched over his head, The way his chest would rise and fall and the soft snores that would slip past his puffy lips.
“Stop staring.” he grumbled, his hands lowering to rub the sleep out of his eyes. You smile at him, His hair messy and his cheeks puffy.
“Good morning,” You say, bending to peck him on the cheek, “the time?” He gets up, shielding his eyes from the sunlight bleeding through the blinds. “6:30.” Simon groans, he gets up and gets dressed.
When you both got to the office, Johnny was in the parking lot, sitting in his car on his phone. “Fucking hell,” He mumbles to himself. You can already see the worry in your eyes. Simon turns the car off and you grab all of your belongings, making sure to fix your blouse.
When you step out of the car, Johnny gets out of his also, “Morning.” He says, You give him a wave and Simon nods. Johnny walks towards the both of you, “You guys drive together?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
You and Simon share a quick glance, “Yeah,” You say, Johnny nods. “I forgot my bag,” Simon reminds himself, and walks back to the car, and you wait for him, Johnny too. “So I guess you and Him?” Johnny rocks on his heels, “Guess so,” You nod, “Be careful.” he pats your shoulder before walking off. Simon could see from the car, You look back to Simon, who was standing beside the open door.
Simon catches up to you, “Fucking weirdo,” He says a bit winded, looking at Johnny in the distance. You snort at him and take his arm.
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“Can I ask why?” Johnny snaps you out of your thoughts, blink away from the vending machine before you, “Why what?” you ask confused, “You and Simon,” He asks.
You shrug, “I’m a masochist probably.” Johnny grimaced, “I was just joking,” You heed his discomfort, “Honestly, I don’t know.” You admit,
“Did you ever see me in the same way?”
No, you didn’t, now that you were thinking about it. You’d think about Johnny, like how his eyes were so pretty and blue, and the way he dressed, how he smelled. But never about your conversations, all you talked about with him was Simon. How you hated him, How annoying he was. Never about Johnny, or what it was like with his siblings or what his hometown was like.
You know Simon's favorite color, he told you after breaking your bed. Orange, He likes the fruit. You know about Simon’s dad, You know the way he likes his eggs in the morning, why he prefers cold showers.
“For a little bit.” You say, Johnny looks behind you, Simon stood in the doorway. “Hi johnny.” He says, Johnny nods and leaves the breakroom.
“Hi.” he walks up behind you, kissing the back of your head. “Did I interrupt?” He says pressing buttons on the vending machine, “You don’t care,” you chuckle, Simon lets out a cackle.
“What’s he talking about?” he stands up to his full height, “Me and you.” You look at him, Simon rolls his eyes. “They’re gonna get stuck,” You snort. “That’s an old wives tale.”
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You were rolling back and forth in your chair, when you accidentally bump into Johnny's knees.
“Sorry!” you say spinning quickly, “You’re good,” He says rubbing his kneecaps, You take a look and see, “I’m sorry,” you chuckle softly, “Sometimes I don’t pay attention,” He waves you off, He stands there, you guys are just looking at each other, “Whats up?” You say breaking the awkward silence, “Nothing just on my break.”
“So you’re just- here?” you chuckle again, watching him rock side to side, “ Yeah I guess.” he laughs softly, “You can bring a chair if you want,” you offer. “Nah I’m good,” he pauses, “I wouldn’t want Simon to get pissed, y’know how he gets.”
You cock a brow, “Well, okay.” Your small smile fades, confusion evident. “I’m gonna go back,” He does. You turn your chair back around, Thinking about what he just said...How Simon gets?
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“Are you a jealous guy?” You say into the phone's speaker. “Probably,” he says, “Not to a weird extent, I don’t like sharing.”
“So you’re territorial?” You wiggle your brows even though he can’t see, “You could say.” You bite back a smile, “Want to have a sleepover tomorrow.” Simon sucks in a breath, “I don’t think I can,” a small frown makes its way to your face, “Why?”
“I need to do some errands and they never get done when I’m with you,” He says, “It’s not my fault.” You say defensively. “I didn’t mean it that way,” he laughs, “I just need to get it done then next week, I’m yours.”
“Sure thing,” “Don’t get mad.”
“I’m not.”
“You sound mad,”
“Bye, Simon.”
“Bye, bye.”
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PETER PARKER | SPIDER-MAN (tasm)
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“Break” (Peter Parker x Fem!Reader)
| You visit Pete to let off some stress and to get out of your own head. He’s more than happy for the distraction.
| NSFW, 18+, minors dni, cockwarming, oral (male receiving), spacing out, in a zoom meeting
| Picture source: Spider-Man: No Way Home (left) and The Amazing Spider-Man 2 (right)
| 1k+ words
You close your laptop only a little harshly, finally done with your work for the day. Now, you could read or do something else to decompress and rest your eyes from the strain of your computer screen, but something is pushing you towards your boyfriend in specific.
You know that - in a shocking twist of events - he’s working on a group project for one of his classes before the deadline and whilst not under threat of death, so you haven’t seen him in a few hours. He’s never rejected your presence as long as you weren’t disruptive though, so? You shrug and walk off towards his room. No harm in testing it out. You feel the tiniest bit deprived of your Peter and you want to give your mind a break anyway.
When you poke your head around the bedroom door he turns to you languidly, no startling and no obvious irritation on his face. Considering he likely heard you traveling towards him you’d take all that as a good sign. You nod to yourself and walk in, carefully clicking the door shut.
He taps his pen absentmindedly against the scarcely filled notebook by his hands.
“What’s up?” his voice is soft and he gives you his usual bright utterly smitten smile that makes you want to die (in a good way). “Class go well?”
You smile just as sappily back at him and revel in the way it makes him soften even more.
“It was alright.” You incline your head as he chuckles. “I could use some of your company though. You know, if it’s not too much to ask?”
“Ooof - I don’t know? My schedule’s pretty packed. I’ll have to check with my assistant to see if there’s any way I can move some things around.” He takes a second to unmute to declare he’s still present, apparently on hold because of complications on somebody else’s end. He beckons you over right afterwards though, grinning. “Well lucky you, Pretty Girl, it seems like I can squeeze you in. You have something to do?”
You shrug, leaning against the door.
“I have four hours to waste, which means I have four hours to relax. If you wanna fuck around some?”
His eyes widen briefly before he starts hurriedly moving things around.
“Oh,” he breathes. He knows exactly how you like to fuck around when your stressed. “Like right now, you mean? Cause I uhh-”
The moment you slip off your shorts Peter’s tongue catches. All he can do after that is look at you wide eyed for the entire time it takes you to cross the room to his desk. He only snaps out of it when you’re kneeling in front of him and running your hands up his thighs.
He makes a choked noise, hand jerking up to cover his mike and pull it away from his mouth even with it already being off. He scrambles to click his camera off a second later too.
��Are you sure?”
He whispers it like a kid with an especially juicy secret about stuff that was only really drama to people below the age of twelve, and you laugh, shrugging.
“I mean if you’re sure then yeah. You’re the one who’s on call right now.” Your lips purse after that as a thought strikes you and you shake your head.
Honestly, that was pretty sound reasoning to not keep going so you switch gears, standing and starting to move for the living room again.
“Or maybe we shouldn’t. I’m pretty sure this is the first time I’ve seen you sit down to work with those people since the semester started,” you throw over your shoulder.
Peter’s chair squeaks as he pushes it back.
“No no no, get your pretty self back here.”
The telltale thwip of his web-shooters sounds a moment before webbing hits your side and you’re being spun around. The yelp you let out turns quickly into laughter as Peter comes back into view while reeling you in.
“That’s not a very responsible use of your powers, Spider.”
Peter grins, arms circling your lower half, and you wrap your hands around his forearms to stabilize yourself.
“Oh really? You know what I think is irresponsible?”
“What?” you mock softly.
Peter chuckles and the hands on your hips squeeze, pulling you even closer. Pressed flush together he places a short kiss to your lips and you can’t not let out a tiny sigh at that.
“You being a tease when you know I can’t get enough of you.” Peter leans in and kisses you a little longer this time. When he pulls back away his eyes are twinkling and his pupils are a little blown, “Please can you get back on your knees for me? I mean you’ve got your pants off and everything, it'd be a real shame to waste that.”
“A shame. Really?”
Peter nods fully serious at your dubious tone.
“Yeah, worth shedding a few tears over. You want me to cry in front of all these people, Pretty Girl? Cause I will.”
That, that overdramatic lilt to his voice, has you rolling your eyes and sucking your teeth. “Just hurry up and sit down - but know I'm not taking any crap for how low your group participation rating is gonna be.”
Peter’s smile is blinding, “Totally fair,” he nods. A second later he swoops in to kiss you some more, leading you back to his desk without coming up for air and then darting around to move all his stuff around to make room for you.
“Give me a second to finish this module then I’m all yours, K?”
His voice is rushed as he’s looking at you with obvious interest and you nod, you could wait a few extra minutes. Especially considering that you could act annoyed with him all you wanted, but at the end of the day this had been your idea first; he was accommodating you.
You kneel on the carpeted floor, hidden under the desk you’d gifted him after riding the subway with it balanced on your head.
When you’re settled down there you wait maybe five minutes for him to say a portion of his piece before deciding it’d be way more fun to fuck with him a little. You smile up at him, making sure to catch the panic that flashes across his face, before leaning in and ghosting the tip of your nose over where you know his cock is hiding in his shorts.
You make eye contact, “Can I?”
Peter’s leg jumps and the rest of his sentence comes out in a rushed choked up jumble.
That soft needy question you pose is apparently all the incentive he needed to let you start before he’s finished presenting though because in a second he’s reaching his hand back for one of his pillows and dropping it down for you to kneel on. You do so with a small chuckle and a “thank you.”
He’s trembling and giving you the most eager looks in between participating, voice mainly only keeping steady because you’ve stopped trying to distract him. Now you just want him in your mouth, no mischief needed. Though he is still fidgeting; partially because he knows if the inclination struck you you could easily embarrass the hell out of him. All that vigilante shit be damned Spider-man may be ingurigable but Peter’s greatest weakness was you.
You laugh and move to pull his pants down his thighs with his assistance. Once he’s free to your satisfaction you brush the lightest kiss to his happy trail. He sighs, meeting your gaze intermittently as he talks through his turns. In response you trail featherlight kisses down to his cock, which is steadily hardening for your consideration, kiss at his base and then travel down to lick over his balls.
His voice stutters harshly over his next sentence and you smile before pulling away. He gives you this aggrieved desperate look, making as if he’s about to start complaining you, but you wave him off.
“Easy baby,” you mouth right before making him gasp by kissing his tip and then wrapping your lips around his head.
You keep your pace easygoing as Peter stutters and stops over his words; as he trembles against you, dick twitching while you slowly engulf him.
You wring your first moan out of him when you’ve gotten him all the way down your throat, mind steadily blanking on anything other than the weight of him on your tongue and the slight twinge in your jaw, when the back of your throat swallows over his head and you hum happily.
His head drops down and his hand clumsily snaps out to mute his microphone.
“O-oh, oh my god. It’s like you’re trying to kill me -fuck,” he groans.
You barely hear him, have no clue that when he moaned that he nearly did it for everyone to hear. You're just losing yourself in the sensations. The way he pulses in your mouth, the occasional twitch as he struggles not to fuck into your throat, how your jaw feels, the stretch of your lips, and then the drool running clear like polished glass down your chin and dripping onto Peter’s balls.
You sigh, going limp against him when his hand moves to your head. He burrows his fingers into your thick curls to get a firm grip but doesn’t do anything else. You swallow around his cock again in thanks, only in tune with the way it makes him shift against you. In the strangled noise he makes. The fact he’s on call isn’t even a factor any more; just his pleasure and how he feels in your mouth.
Your eyes flutter shut happily as he scratches blunt nails against your scalp.
“God baby,” he gasps and you whine just the tiniest bit, pussy twinging between your legs. Your hands don’t move from their position in your lap though.
Peter’s got you. The thought echoes in your mind nicely as you hand over control. You don’t have to worry about anything else but him.
- - -
Peter curses above your head, completely unregistered by you, and then rushes to get himself excused. You’re making him feel very good and for that you deserve all his attention - and boy does he want to give it. Plus, you dropped so fast that he’s a bit worried about you; it typically took way more coaxing from him to get you so completely out of your own head like this.
He’s extra careful with his movements as he logs off and shuts down his setup, but eyes draw fully to you once he’s done and don’t leave. You were too pretty like this, face relaxed like it only ever was in sleep with your lips stretched to accommodate his girth.
He brushes his free hand over your face when he shifts too much for your liking and you let out an utterly disparaging whine.
“Shh, Pretty Girl, it’s alright. You’re doing so good for me, you know that? I’ve got you I promise,” he grinds forward the smallest bit, moaning when you squeeze down. “So so good.”
NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!
I plan on posting spider-verse fics soon but since I’ve been working on this TASM!Spidey one I decided to go ahead and post it first.
Mind any inconsistencies/typos pls! I’ll get to them eventually.
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King&Prince 1
Steve moved like the sword was an extension of his body. Normally, he thought nothing of it when he sparred with some of the knights. But today his father was watching. Steve had been the apple of his parents' eyes once. But it didn't take long before everything he did turned from 'adequate' to 'not good enough'. Alric watched his son from a window high above.
Steve had showed promise when he was coming up. He wasn't especially bright but in body he was sound. He had surrounded himself and made himself the center of attention of the young lads of the court, as he should. Alric encouraged Steve having an entourage who looked up to him and hung on his every word. But at some point, he'd grown... well the best way he could put it was listless. No longer did he have a crowd who trailed after him. He had discussed it at length with his wife and they both agreed he needed something to whip him back into shape.
And a good smack just didn't do the trick anymore.
Alric had his suspicions. That Steve had gone soft for one reason or another. The cause mattered little to him. What was important was fixing it while there was still a chance. Alric's slight frown turned into a deep glare. A young squire had fumbled and stumbled with his practice blade and Steve stayed his hand while he waited for the other to right himself. Whatever happened to the son who would have struck down any enemy without a thought?
"We could be going to war soon", Alric said late into the night. He stood before the fireplace, staring into it. Juliana sat, nursing a drink.
"I thought we were doing all that we could to avoid that. If that Mad King retaliates with all his forces..."
"He won't. He talks a big game. My father knew it and my grandfather knew it." The previous kings of the Harrington line had all fought with the beast one-on-one. It was rare to hear about him moving any number of soldiers. But it was well documented that he had power over a horde of monsters. If he ever decided to invade, Alric had to admit, if only to himself, that he would be strapped for man power right now. But he was assured that the Animal across the border wouldn't do that. He wouldn't do anything.
"What does this have to do with Steven?", Juliana asked, worry creeping into her voice. She knew what her husband might say next but was dreading it. They had discussed before but...
"I'm going to send him to the mountains. To the keep we've maintained in the north. The retainers up there will put him back together again."
"Alric please, they'll destroy him."
He walked from the fireplace to the window. "They'll make him into a proper king. Something that we've been unable to do somehow. If a few pieces of him get chipped off in the process, then all the better."
And if it was more than a few pieces, if Steve was completely broken, well Alric could work with that as well.
They announced it about a week later, when the preparations had already been made and Steve walked into his room to find a servant already packing his bags.
"You're sending me away?!", Steve shouted as he nearly crashed into his father's study.
Alric had his back to Steve, looking out onto the horizon where their enemies lay in the distance. He was like a stone and Steve almost took a step toward him when he caught his reflection in the window. He was looking at Steve through said reflection, clearly waiting on something. Steve took a breath and turned around. He walked out, closed the door. Now on the other side, he knocked.
"Who is it?", Alric asked.
"Steven, Father", Steve announced himself.
"You may enter."
With a sigh, Steve, opened the door, gently this time, entered, and then closed it behind him, but stayed by it until his father invited him closer.
"What brings you to my study, Steven?", Alric asked as he turned around.
"I had to hear from someone else that you're sending me away. Why?"
Alric sat down behind his desk and templed his hands. "Why am I sending you away or why did you hear it from someone else?"
"I don't understand? Did I do something wrong?" Good princes didn't get sent far away to a frozen hell.
"It's to build you some character. You'll thank me for it later."
"But why am I going?"
Alric suddenly stood up and the abruptness made Steve take a step back towards the door. His pulse quickened as his father slowly moved around to stand in front of the desk.
"You may have forgotten, but I am your king. You go where I order you to. And perhaps while you're there, you'll learn some manners."
"How long am I to stay?"
"Until I get a report that you have become a proper prince."
Steve turned and opened the door, ready to leave when he father cleared his throat. Steve looked down at his feet as he closed the door and turned back around, asking for permission and having it granted before leaving the study.
It was honestly just his luck. Winter would be over in a couple of weeks and spring would be finally showing its face and he was about to be shipped off to the coldest place on earth. On the day of his departure, his mother kissed his cheek, the last bit of human warmth he'd probably be feeling for a while. And it was just as chilly as a snowflake on his skin. There were platitudes as they were packing his things away into the carriage, but Steve felt like he only heard half of it.
As the carriage set off, Steve realized that he honestly wasn't leaving much behind. He had no friends, and his parents were devoid of anything but disappointment. He would miss the greenery, though. Steve kept his eyes on the passing scenery, taking in as much as he could before it would be taken up by snow and rocks. Steve was so deep in his own wallowing, he had forgotten that the path would take them close to the border. And as the carriage edged closer, an ambush lied in wait.
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Fixer Upper
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Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader
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(Name)’s friend had a small cabin near the beach she’d offered to loan her for a few days. From Tuesday to Thursday, they’d be staying in a few towns over to enjoy the beach.
When they arrived home, Leorio left to go and start packing his stuff. They had a few days before the cabin would be available, so they had plenty of time to plan.
“Everyone get to bed! We’re going to be having a down day tomorrow, and Monday we’re going shopping for beach supplies.”
Killua nodded as he rubbed at his eyes. “Yeah, okay. Come on, Gon.”
The two leave to their rooms.
(Name) sighs before crashing onto the couch, not even knowing the skirt of her dress was lifted just enough to expose the pink panties she’d worn to the Barbie movie.
Kurapika didn’t notice at first either, he was too busy pulling off his shirt. That was until her back arched and cracked a bit, causing her to groan and him to look over to make sure she was okay.
He didn’t think this day could get any better, but the view he saw certainly… did something for him.
Her butt was firmly in the air, her clothed pussy on full display. Her cute thigh highs squished her thighs perfectly, creating a sight he thought he could only see in heaven.
‘I want to…’
He stopped himself before he even finished that thought, moving away from the couch and towards his room.
“Going to bed, goodnight.”
“Night…”
He heard her whine slightly as she stretched before he rushed to his room. He barely got the door closed before he was slipping his hand into his pants, panting as he stroked his cock. The door was still slightly cracked open, and he realized if he peeked out, he could still see her cute butt poking up into the air.
‘This is… dirty.’
But he couldn’t stop looking. She just looked so perfect on display, all for him to enjoy.
‘Fuck, fuck, fuck…’
She whimpered out, rubbing her back lightly. It must if hurt from carrying around those big boobs all day.
“Kurapika…”
He stopped, eyes going wide. Did she happen to see him? That couldn’t be possible, she was facing in the opposite direction.
“Did he go to bed already?”
She pushed herself off of the couch, moving so her butt was pushed in his direction, her panties moving to the side ever so slightly.
It was enough to make him cum instantly, gasping as he painted the door.
“Kurapika?” she called out again, this time beginning to turn towards his door.
He slipped his hand from his pants and ran over to his desk, grabbing a tissue she’d supplied for him and moving to wipe off the door.
“Hey, are you asleep?”
She knocked on the cracked door, causing it to open up. Thankfully he’d wiped the door clean before she opened it, holding the tissue in his hand relived.
“No, I’m awake. Do you need something?”
His cheeks were still flushed and his limbs weak from his orgasm seconds before. Kurapika felt soft, his eyelashes fluttering when she bent slightly to smile at him.
“Can you unzip me? Leorio was going to, but he forgot and now he’s gone.”
Kurapika wanted to bang his head against the wall. “… yes, of course I can.”
He followed her up to her room, now noticing how easy it was to see her underwear when he was following right behind her.
“Ugh my back is killing me! I knew wearing a bra without any support was a bad idea… but this dress is strapless.”
Kurapika was not listening to a goddamn thing. He was too focused on her cute ass. “Uh huh.”
They walked into her room. She instantly kicked off her Mary Janes and lifted her leg onto the bed to pull off her thigh highs.
‘She’s going to kill me.’
He watched as she pulled the first one down before he had to turn to avoid getting hard again. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of her, especially after spying on her like a perv minutes before.
“Okay, I’m ready.”
She turned his way, her back to him. He stepped forward and stared down at her back.
‘It’s just her back. Don’t you DARE get hard over her back you fucking idiot.’
He pulled the zipper down.
‘God fucking damn it.’
The sight of her bra made him grow hard yet again, and there was no hiding it in these jeans. He pulled the zipper the rest of the way down before turning.
“You’re going so soon?”
He paused in the doorway, gritting his teeth. All Kurapika wanted to do was go to his room, jerk off, and pass out.
But the innocent tone in her voice made him sigh.
“Do you need me to stay?”
“Well, I was wondering if you’d like to watch a movie with me. Since it was… interrupted last time.”
Ouch. He’d forgotten he’d pretty much abandoned her a week or so ago to find a member of the phantom troupe. She’d stayed up all night waiting for him, and he couldn’t even call to ease her worries.
Usually, Kurapika would push these guilty feelings away and just sleep, but after his orgasm he was feeling… soft. Easily mailable by her hands.
“… sure. You get changed and I’ll meet you downstairs.”
Kurapika internally groaned, looking down at himself with a sigh. ‘I’ll change into some baggy pajama pants. Should… hide it…’
———————
(Name) walked downstairs wearing a nightgown and a green face mask. He wanted to tease her for it, saying she looked silly, but knew if he did she’d have plenty of ammo to throw back at him.
“Imma pop some popcorn! We gotta eat quietly though. Just the smell is enough to wake up Gon…”
She sighed, and pulled the popcorn from the cabinet. Kurapika was curled up on the couch, a blanket covering his form. “Shouldn’t we just not eat it then?”
“Nah, if he wakes up I’ll just give him some horse tranquilizer.”
“Excuse me?”
“It’s like a melatonin gummy for him.”
The blonde stared at the TV. ‘What the hell is wrong with that boy?’
Kurapika huffed when she sat the bowl of popcorn in his lap. “It’s hot! I’m gonna grab us some lemonade!”
He popped a few pieces into his mouth. ‘Mmm… I haven’t had popcorn in years.’
(Name) plopped down next to him, curling her legs against the side of the couch. She leaned until her head was comfortably against Kurapika’s shoulder.
Usually he would have pushed her off subtly or moved away, but right now he was feeling… cuddly.
Although he didn’t move to hold her close, he did allow her to stay.
“What do you want to watch? I’m thinking a ghibli movie.”
“I don’t care, you can pick.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, but picked a random ghibli movie.
It happened to be Howl’s Moving Castle.
“Oooh, this is a good one. I think you’ll like it!”
Kurapika only nodded, leaning his head against hers. It was the only contact he’d allow himself to make.
The movie started, Kurapika barely able to pay attention. He was too focused on (Name)’s soft scent and comforting warmth.
A few minutes in, he felt (Name) pull away slightly. She seemed excited, bouncing in her seat.
“Ahh, it’s Howl.”
Her eyes almost twinkled when a blonde man appeared on screen, offering a hand to the main female character. Kurapika hadn’t bothered to learn her name.
The man looked… awfully familiar. His blonde hair, soft feminine appearance, and pretty eyes made Kurapika tilt his head.
“Is that… your favorite character?”
She nodded, her eyes never leaving the blonde haired man.
“He’s been my favorite ghibli character for years.”
Kurapika smiled. “I see.”
‘She did say my butt was cute earlier… and that she likes my hair…’
The movie continued on, (Name) occasionally gasping or cooing at the screen. “Hehe, look! Aren’t they just the cutest?”
The girl on screen reminded him of her. She was a bit insecure, but to everyone else but her she was beautiful.
“Yes. They are.”
He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. She looked gorgeous, even in the low light of the living room.
She caught him staring, sending him a wink. “Pay attention to the movie, sweetheart.”
Kurapika blushed. She wasn’t usually the type to confront him about his staring, even though he was sure she could notice it. (Name) was a hunter after all, she couldn’t be that oblivious.
“Ah… it’s almost over.”
She seemed a little sad at this. Kurapika wasn’t sure if it was because she really liked the movie, or their time together would end soon.
He wasn’t stupid. He knew (Name) cared for him quite a bit, even being told by Leorio she had a crush on him during the Hunter Exam. Of course, at the time that made him beyond happy. Kurapika didn’t know why exactly, but knowing she liked him more than the others made his heart soar.
But now, that knowledge didn’t fill him with butterflies, it filled him with dread. Had he broken her heart with what he said during York New? Had he ruined any chances he’d had with her?
‘Ruined any… what am I thinking?’
He shook the thought from his head. Kurapika couldn’t dare to think like that. She was his dear friend, someone that needed to be protected.
Protected from the danger being around him could bring.
She sighed as the end credits rolled, looking up at him with sleepy eyes. “Did you like it?”
He wasn’t sure how to tell her he’d barely paid any attention to the movie on screen, much to busy thinking about her, so he just nodded.
“I’m glad. I’m… happy I got to spend this time with you.”
She held onto his hand, a sad smile on her lips. He wanted to cup her cheeks and wipe that sad smile away more than anything.
But did he really have the right to when he was the reason for her sadness?
Kurapika patted her head. “I did too. We should get going to bed, though.”
(Name) but her lip, staring down at her lap.
“Kurapika?”
He paused. She sounded soft, vulnerable. He didn’t often hear that in her voice.
“Yes?”
Her eyes met his, the beginnings of tears tucked away in the corners.
“Will I… will I ever seen you again after you leave?”
A stab in the chest would have been easier to handle than that question. Kurapika stuttered, his eyes looking away from hers.
“I…”
He couldn’t answer her, not when his answer would only make her cry. Kurapika hated seeing her tears.
“…”
(Name) pulled away from him, hugging herself tight. It hurt him to see her so small, like she could shrink into nothing at any second.
“You’re really important to me, you know? Even if… even if you hate me. I…”
Tears began to fall down her cheeks, collecting on the throw blanket they’d been sharing.
“(Name)…”
He reached out to wipe away her tears, but stopped midway.
“I don’t…”
“I can’t stand you! You’re weak, you can’t do anything right!”
Kurapika pulled his hand back and held it against his chest. ‘Do I have the right to comfort her when I said such awful things?’
“(Name)?”
Killua poked his head out of his bedroom door, his blue eyes scanning the room until they landed on (Name). He ran forward and placed a hand on her shoulder.
“I heard you from my room…”
Killua sent a glare Kurapika’s way before pulling her off the couch and towards the bathroom. “You need to wash off that face mask before you break out.”
She only nodded, glancing back at Kurapika before the bathroom door closed behind her.
The blonde stared at the closed door, clutching the fabric of his shirt so tightly it ripped.
‘She thinks I hate her… maybe it’s for the best.’
Kurapika stood, walking towards the TV to turn it off. On a table by the TV was a framed photo, Kurapika’s eyes widening when he took a closer look.
It was a picture of the entire group chatting about their plan in the hotel during York New.
‘Did (Name) take this?’
She wasn’t in the picture, Kurapika feeling a little disappointed. But that was quickly changed when he saw there were several photos of various members of the group framed, some of just him alone.
‘She… she put these up even after what happened…’
Kurapika bit his lip so hard it bled. She wanted to remember him when he was smiling, looking at her with those soft eyes he always seemed to have when she was around.
“…”
Kurapika walked to his room and closed the door behind him.
———————
(Name) and Killua sat at the kitchen table, Gon fixing himself a bowl of cereal by the fridge.
“Remember boys, todays a rest day, so no getting into any trouble.”
She sipped on her coffee, looking around the house. It was a mess, meaning she’d need to clean before she even thought about leaving for the beach.
Kurapika left his room, wandering into the kitchen while rubbing his sleepy eyes.
“Good morning…”
He yawned into his hand as he made himself a cup of coffee then sat down at the table next to (Name). “Good morning, Kurapika.”
She gave him a smile, before standing up and taking her cup with her upstairs. “We’ll all be resting today, Kurapika. Of course, you can do what you want, but the rest of us are going to catch up on some sleep and indulge in our interests.”
He nodded, still waking up as she left for her room. Once she was out of earshot, Killua scoffed.
“You sure fucked up last night. Do you enjoy making (Name) cry?”
Oh, Kurapika and forgotten about last night’s events. And he’d just sat down next to her like nothing had happened.
“… I didn’t mean to make her cry.”
“You never do.”
Gon sat down with them at the table, munching on his cereal. “Hmm? What were y’all talking about?”
Killua sighed. “Nothing of importance to Kurapika, apparently.”
Kurapika finished his coffee in silence. ‘Less than a week I’ll be gone and out of her hair. She’ll… she’ll forget about me eventually.’
But the thought of her forgetting about him and moving on with a different man made him feel sick.
“Kurapika, you should come to the creek with us today! We’re releasing the fish we saved last week.”
Kurapika tilted his head. “You want me to come with you?”
Gon nodded. “Yeah, it would be fun! We could even have a picnic! (Name) always packs us lunches when we go out to the creek all day.”
Killua groaned. “But Gon, going to the creek is our thing!”
The blonde raised an eyebrow. “I have my own things to do today.”
“Like what?”
Kurapika scowled. “I have phone calls to make.”
“What kind of phone calls?”
“… important ones.”
Gon tilted his head, and Killua sighed. “There are no phone calls, are there?”
Kurapika stayed quiet.
“Alright, so he’s coming with us then!”
It seemed like Kurapika didn’t have much of a choice, so he downed his coffee and left to get dressed.
——————
(Name) began packing the three lunches in the kitchen. Gon and Killua had left to grab some buckets from the garage, leaving Kurapika and (Name) alone.
He lingered in the kitchen, watching her from a distance. She finished packing their lunches before turning to him with a shy smile.
“Hey um… about last night…”
Kurapika froze in his spot, nearly dropping his cup of coffee.
“I… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked you those questions. You don’t have to tell me anything, and I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”
Kurapika blinked. ‘Is she… is she apologizing? No…’
“Even if you… hate me… I won’t hold it against you, you’re still always welcome here.”
‘Stop. Don’t say those things. Don’t.’
“So… just forget about what I said. Let’s just enjoy whatever time we have together!”
She gave him a final smile before the front door opened. Killua and Gon walked in carrying buckets.
“It’s show time. Kurapika, I hope you know how to work a pole.”
“A what!?”
“A fishing pole.”
(Name) held a hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing. Kurapika just sighed and followed them out the door, carrying their packed lunches with them.
“Make sure you keep up, we will leave you behind.”
“Killua! No we won’t, that isn’t nice.”
Kurapika didn’t respond, only focusing on memorizing the route to the creek. If Killua did end up leaving him behind, he’d have no trouble finding his way back.
They arrived at the creek, Gon and Killua instantly releasing the fish they’d saved last week.
“During a few weeks in the summer, the creek goes down and a lot of the fish die. Me and Killua will catch as many as we can then release them when the creek is full again.”
‘That sounds like eco-terrorism.’
Killua tossed Kurapika a fishing pole, the blonde catching it immediately. “Do you know how to fish?”
“Yes, Killua. I’ve had to fish to feed myself on numerous occasions.”
Killua scoffed. “Yeah, sure. We’re going to be surprising (Name) with fish for dinner tonight, so make sure to use your ‘skills’ and catch as much fish as you can.”
The two frowned at each other before Gon stepped in between them. “Hey, let’s save our energy for the fishing!”
Killua was the first to catch a fish, holding it up with a proud smile.
“Oh, I’ll get a picture for (Name)!”
He snapped a picture of Killua holding up his first catch.
‘Why does she need a picture of him holding a fish?’ Kurapika thought, before turning his attention back to his own fishing pole.
A few hours passed, Kurapika being the only one without a single catch.
“Didn’t you say you were good at fishing, blondie?”
The blonde huffed. “I didn’t say I was good, I said I knew how to fish.”
“Then do it?”
Kurapika dropped his pole to the ground and began to walk off.
“Killua, don’t anta… antony…”
“Antagonize him?”
“Yeah!”
Killua sighed. “Hey, blondie, get back here! Don’t you want to do something nice for (Name) after making her cry last night?”
The blonde stopped in his tracks. “… would bringing home fish… make her feel better?”
“She always gets happy when we bring home fish! Well, at least fish to eat.”
Kurapika walked back over and sat by the creek again, picking up his pole and inspecting it.
“Killua.”
The white haired boy walked over. “Yeees?”
“Why is there a gummy worm on my hook?”
“For good luck of course!”
Kurapika threw the gummy worm into the dirt. “I hate you.”
“Feelings mutual, blondie.”
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After placing an actual worm on his hook, Kurapika was able to catch several fish. Of course, it wasn’t very easy. He had to climb down into the creek with a net to catch them, slipping on the mud and falling in several times.
The walk back home was humiliating.
Kurapika’s hair was wet, with leaves and little sticks clinging to his blonde locks. His tabard and shirt were slung over his shoulder.
Killua and Gon didn’t look much better. The two looked like they’d been mud wrestling.
‘I mean technically Gon did wrestle that alligator… still don’t know how he won.’
Said boy was holding the buckets they brought, all full of fish of varying species.
Kurapika recognized most of them, besides the strange… sea urchin thing? Did it have eyes? Oh god it was looking at him.
The blonde faced forward. All he knew is he was NOT eating that.
“(Name) is going to be so happy! Oh Gon, I told you to throw that thing back.”
He pointed to the sea urchin thing. “Oh, I’m keeping this one as a pet. I’m naming him Hanzo!”
‘(Name) won’t like that. Her and Hanzo hated each other.’
Kurapika thought back to their time fixing the boat before the 4th phase. Hanzo and (Name) butted heads a lot, often because Hanzo didn’t know what personal space was.
He remembered when he fell and hit his head, and she stayed with him through the night, even though she herself was in pain.
‘She’s always been there for me…’
Kurapika was glad they’d reached (Name)’s house, because he didn’t want to think about how often she’d saved his ass and helped him through tough times.
Would he have done the same for her?
———————
“Oh wow, look at all this fish! You sure caught a lot, didn’t you?”
The two boys smiled wide as she cooed and gave them hugs, praising them. “Fried fish sound good to you two?”
“Mhm! With fries!”
(Name) giggled, patting Gon’s head. “Of course.”
Her face always took on a different form when she was looking at the two boys. While she was almost always soft and gentle, it was like her soft nature intensified tenfold when they were around.
Killua seemed pretty attached to her. Had he been that way when he’d last seen them in York New? Kurapika couldn’t remember him seeming so content in her presence.
“Kurapika, I heard you caught a lot too. You did a great job.”
Something about her praising him made his heart race. It almost made him feel giddy.
“Oh, um… it was no trouble.”
Killua scoffed next to him. ‘He’s awful at hiding how happy she makes him.’
Kurapika wasn’t surprised at how easily she was able to descale and gut the fish. During the Hunter Exam, she’d been the one feeding him and Leorio when they were stranded on that boat.
“Dinner will be ready in 30 minutes. You boys go wash up. You can use my bathroom, it’s bigger.”
The three trudged up the stairs, dropping their muddy clothes into her hamper.
(Name)’s bathroom was big, it had both a bath tub and shower. The two boys started the bath before jumping into the shower.
Kurapika raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you two getting too old to be bathing together?”
Killua raised an eyebrow. “We’re both guys, why does it matter? Plus Gon can’t wash his hair by himself. He always gets soap in his eyes.”
“Usually Aunt Mito or (Name) comes in and helps, but Killua does it when they can’t.”
They rinsed off a majority of the mud before jumping in the soapy bath. Kurapika sighed.
‘She babies them too much. He can’t wash the soap out of his hair? Isn’t he 14 already?’
Kurapika made sure that the two weren’t paying attention when he pulled his own clothes off and stepped into the shower.
There was a pink loofa, several soaps and body scrubs, and shampoo on the shelves.
‘Oh, I forgot to grab my shampoo…’
He shrugged and picked up her bottle, squirting some of the shampoo into his hand before rubbing it into his hair.
Kurapika would never get used to how his body reacted to anything that reminded him of her. Sometimes it was arousal, and sometimes a soothing feeling settled over him.
Like now.
He felt his tired muscles relax when he began to run her soap into his skin. He thought about using her loofa, the fluffy pink thing tempting, but he decided not to. Using her soap was one thing, using the object she rubbed all over her naked body was another.
Oh no, now he was thinking about her taking a shower. (Name) rubbing herself with the loofa, humming to herself as the suds washed away to reveal her breasts and bare p-
Kurapika’s eyes snapped open. He couldn’t think about that, not now. He tucked away those thoughts for later, when he could think about her in the privacy of his bedroom.
Kurapika let the suds rinse away, staring down at his naked body. He had a few new scars from recent missions, and he was still a bit underweight. (Name)’s meals were certainly helping him come back to his normal weight, but just a few weeks wouldn’t cause any major changes.
He wrapped a towel around his waist before stepping out.
‘Oh. I didn’t bring any clothes up either.’
Kurapika was about to sigh and take a walk of shame down the stairs when he spotted a pile of folded clothes on the counter.
On top was a pair of his pajamas. He picked up the shirt and sniffed it, sighing when he could smell the lingering scent of (Name)’s perfume.
‘She brought us a change of clothes?’
He put the clothes on and wrapped his towel around his neck. ‘Maybe she’ll dry my hair for me again…’
Kurapika allowed himself this small amount of happiness.
He glanced to where the boys were in the bathtub, nearly laughing when he saw them playing with random bath toys. It was a rare sight, Killua smiling and acting like the kid he really was.
Kurapika let them have their fun, walking out the bathroom door and closing it behind him. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, (Name) was waiting for him.
“Come on.”
She pulled him to the living room and had him sit on the floor as she dried his hair. “You know, your hair is looking a lot better. Maybe you should just start using my shampoo.”
He didn’t answer, his eyes closed and his head leaning against her knees as her fingers ran through his hair. It was relaxing, and Kurapika was realizing that he really liked his hair being played with.
“You’ve got such pretty hair, Kurapika. I’m glad you’re taking better care of it.”
She finished drying his hair, running her fingers through it one last time.
“… you’re too kind, (Name).”
She hummed. “So I’ve heard, but I don’t think anyone can be too kind.”
‘You can, (Name).’
He remembered the way her face dropped during one of their arguments in York New. Kurapika was so sure after that, he’d never see her smile at him again.
But here she was, letting him lean against her knees as she dried his hair. Him, the man who broke her heart and called her so many mean names. She was doing this for him.
And part of him hated her for it.
“I need to get back to cooking. Will you tell Killua and Gon dinner will be ready in five minutes?”
Kurapika stood. “Of course.”
——————
(Name) dried both of the two boy’s hair as Kurapika made his plate.
“Oh, I cut up some fruit too! It’s sitting in the fridge, could you take it out for me, sweetheart?”
He paused, but recovered quickly. “On it.”
He glanced to the group as he pulled the bowl out. Gon was waiting patiently at (Name)’s feet as Killua got his hair dried.
“All done, go and make your plate.”
Killua stood and Gon too his place.
“I got my hands full with all of you, ya know?”
She squeezed Gon’s cheek, who laughed. “Sorry, but you’re the best at drying hair!”
“Haha, I’m not sure how good of a skill that is to have, but thank you.”
Killua made his plate and sat at the table, farthest away from Kurapika.
“Alright, you’re done.”
Gon jumped up and ran to make his plate, (Name) following behind him. “I’m starving! I could eat all of this!”
(Name) giggled. “You can have as much as you want after I make my plate.”
The four ate dinner, Gon and Killua recounting the fun day they had. It didn’t take long for them to finish their food, the two yawning.
“I think it’s about time for bed. Why don’t you two watch some TV for a bit then get some sleep? I’m gonna go shower.”
She placed her plate in the dishwasher, closing it before sighing. “We’ve got to go shopping then leave for the cabin tomorrow evening. It’ll be a long day, so get plenty of rest.”
“Yes, (Name)!”
Gon gave her a hug before she went upstairs. Kurapika noticed Killua watching her go.
The white haired boy looked… anxious? He was playing with drawstring of his sleeveless hoodie and tapping his foot.
‘Did something happen?’
Kurapika decided not to pry, instead sitting on the far end of the couch and watching some cartoon movie with the two.
He enjoyed spending time with them as well, even if Killua was a bit rude. Kurapika didn’t hold it against him. Mostly.
“Killua, we should get going. It’s getting late.”
Gon pulled Killua to his feet and started to lead him to their shared room.
“… alright.”
The two left, Gon leaving the door cracked open behind him.
‘I should sleep as well. With them, there’s no telling how exhausting tomorrow may be.’
The blonde entered his room and closed the door behind him. If he wanted to sleep, he’d need to jerk off first. He didn’t want to have another wet dream, it made it hard to be around (Name) after.
Though, jerking off to the thought of her didn’t make him feel much better. Besides the overwhelming amount of pleasure, that is.
———————
Kurapika awoke to the sound of someone sneaking down the hallway. A normal person would have never noticed this, but the blonde was far from normal.
He tiptoed to his door and peeked out, spotting Killua running up the stairs.
Kurapika would have ignored it and gone back to bed, but the brief glance he’d gotten from Killua’s face made him worry.
He looked absolutely terrified, something Kurapika had never seen in Killua before.
The blonde concealed his aura, waiting a moment before walking upstairs as well. By then, Killua was long gone, the only indication of where he’d gone being (Name)’s door, left cracked open.
“Killua? Shh, it’s okay.”
Kurapika could hear (Name) talking in a low, soothing voice. He peeked through the crack in the door to see Killua holding onto her, his head on her shoulder. He was blubbering nonsense, his tears soaking into her tshirt.
“I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll never leave you alone again, promise.”
‘Leave him alone again? What is she talking about?’
“It… it happened again. Another nightmare about when you…”
(Name) shushed him and scooted over. “Come on, it’s late. You can just sleep with me tonight.”
Killua climbed in without a second thought, clinging onto her like a child would his mother.
“I thought this might happen. You were anxious tonight, right?”
Killua nodded slowly as she ran her fingers through his hair. “Yes… sometimes I remember that day and… can’t stop thinking about it.”
She sighed. “I really wish you would let me enroll you in some therapy. Could do you some good.”
Killua was silent, (Name) realizing he’d fallen asleep. She hummed softly and continued to play with his hair until she fell asleep too.
Kurapika watched the two with soft eyes. She was holding onto him so tenderly, even in her sleep. It was clear the two had bonded greatly between the time Kurapika had seen them last.
‘And… they’re hiding something from me. Something big enough to have traumatized Killua.’
He walked back down the stairs, spotting Gon standing in the hallway.
“Did Killua go to sleep with (Name)?” Gon asked. Kurapika nodded.
“Yes, they’re both asleep now.”
Gon sighed, pushing some hair out of his face. “Sometimes Killua wakes up from some awful nightmares, and the only one that can calm him down is (Name). Something… something happened. I’m not sure what, but Killua was really hurt by whatever it was, and he won’t tell me.”
Kurapika reached out a hand to pat Gon’s shoulder. “It’s not easy telling others about the things that have hurt you. It may take him a while, but I’m sure he’ll open up to you eventually.”
‘If I was around a little longer, maybe they would tell me too.’
He walked back to bed after saying goodnight to Gon. It was 1 am now, meaning he’d have to be up in four hours for a few phone calls before leaving to go shopping with the group.
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“Alright everyone, let’s split up to cover more ground. Killua, you’re coming with me. Kurapika, Gon is with you.”
The group were at a local grocery store. Killua had been quiet all morning, clinging to (Name)’s side sleepily.
“I’ll text you the grocery list, okay?”
Kurapika nodded. (Name) walked away hand in hand with Killua, laughing when he leaned against her. “Aww, still sleepy? You can take a nap when we get home.”
The two watched them leave before Kurapika sighed. “He sure is being clinging today.”
Gon nodded, placing a box of cereal into the shopping cart. “Yeah, he usually is after he’s had a nightmare. It’s like he’s scared she’ll disappear or something.”
Kurapika bit his lip. ‘Does his nightmare have something to do with (Name)?’
Kurapika jumped at the sound of his phone going off, realizing it was just the grocery list (Name) had sent them.
The two finished the list easily, meeting back up with the two at the cash register. They checked out, and drove home.
“Okay, I’m going to pick up Leorio, you boys start packing your bags. Killua, you go get a nap. I’ll pack your bag later.”
Killua shook his head and held onto her sleeve. “I’ll go with you.”
Kurapika blinked at the way (Name)’s eyes softened, her hand cupping his cheek. “Oh, of course. Come on.”
He followed her to the mom van, climbing into the front seat.
Kurapika and Gon watched them leave. “It must of been bad for him to still be so clingy.” Gon said, a worried look on his face.
Kurapika nodded.
The two left to pack in their respective rooms. Kurapika packed using the small black suitcase gifted to him by (Name).
Killua and (Name) were back within 30 minutes, Leorio with them now. He seemed to be talking softly with (Name) and Killua, having that same soft look (Name) had when Killua had a nightmare.
‘Leorio must know as well.’ Kurapika thought, frowning.
He knew that they all had grown closer while he was gone, but they’d never been the types to keep secrets from him. Kurapika couldn’t be angry though, he kept plenty of secrets from them.
Leorio walked in, pulling a suitcase behind him. “I haven’t been to the beach since the Hunter Exam! I can’t wait!”
(Name) giggled, Killua following close behind her. He kept a hand on her shirt, and hadn’t said a word since he said he was coming with her earlier.
“I ordered some takeout for dinner. Let’s all do some cleaning up before we have to leave in a few hours. I’ll be folding laundry.”
She handed out brooms and gloves to everyone as she went and sat on the couch, beginning to fold the laundry she had recently washed.
Killua lied his head on her lap and slept as she folded. No one complained, it seemed everyone could tell he’d had a rough night.
“Are you excited, Gon? I know you come from an island but-“
“Yep, I’m very excited!! Last time (Name) took us to the beach, Killua got super sunburnt, it was pretty funny.”
Kurapika snickered. ‘So he gets sunburnt easily?’
“I don’t think you have any right to be laughing when you’re as pasty as Killua.”
Kurapika blinked at Leorio. “Oh. I guess you’re not wrong, I have been… inside more lately, I guess. No time to get a tan.”
He glanced at himself in the mirror again. Slowly fading dark circles under his eyes, a pale face. He didn’t find himself particularly attractive, he wandered why (Name) had called him pretty so many times.
“Well you’ll have plenty of time to soak in the sun when we’re at the beach!” Gon clapped him on the back, smiling.
“You always know how to cheer someone up, Gon.”
The blonde ruffled Gon’s hair as he laughed.
“Alright you two, get to work. I don’t want (Name) having to pick up your slack.”
Gon and Kurapika stuck their tongues out at Leorio before starting their work.
———————
After eating an early dinner, the group piled into the mom van. Leorio was driving, with Kurapika in the passenger seat. Although killua was doing better after his nap, he still requested that (Name) sit next to him in the car. She didn’t seem to mind at all, something that made Kurapika sigh softly.
“Wouldn’t it be more comfortable for you in the front seat? You get motion sickness, right?”
(Name) laughed. “I’m surprised you remembered that, Kurapika, but I’m fine! It’s not that long of a drive anyways.”
He didn’t argue with her, there was no point. When (Name) decided to do something for someone else, it was hard to convince her otherwise.
The group began their drive, Leorio watching the road and singing along to some random pop song on the radio. Kurapika didn’t want to admit it, but he was also excited to spend some time under the sun and in the waves.
It didn’t take long for them to reach their destination, just two hours.
The group left the mom van and began to unpack.
“Why did we bring groceries with us? Couldn’t we just shop here?” Gon asked as he carried the ice chest inside.
“Well this place probably has higher prices because of how many tourists there are, so it’s better to bring food from home.”
Kurapika nodded. “Yes, that makes sense. I’m glad you thought of that, (Name).”
She perked up from his compliment, happily strolling inside with Killua close behind.
The cabin was nice, with three bedrooms. The first was the master bedroom, with a queen sized bed, bathroom, and walk in closet.
“This one is mine!” (Name) said with a smile. No one argued.
The second room had two queen sized beds and a large dresser.
The third room had a bunk bed, a trunk full of beach toys, and a small bathroom,
“There’s also an extra bathroom down the hall, with a shower and bath.”
Of course, Killua and Gon claimed the bunk beds immediately, leaving Kurapika and Leorio with the second room.
“Everyone get unpacked and sleep. We’re getting up early tomorrow!”
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Wound Up
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pairing; joshua hong x f reader
genre; smut (minors dni), enemies to lovers, co-workers with no power dynamic
notes/warnings; unprotected sex, lots of teasing and pet names, lots of bickering, spitting in the face (not during sex), spitting on the pussy, impact play, oral (f receiving), fingering, creampie, joshua is big enough or strong enough to carry the reader, talk of consent and consent given (this was important to me with the genre), aftercare
word count; 3.8k and some change
a/n; there was quite a bit of care put into this fic given the dynamic of enemies to lovers. i hope you enjoy it.
You can almost feel the pretentious smirk on his face as he stands next to your desk. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was as he sighed and rested one hand on his hip before he leaned to rest the other on your desk. “I’m busy Joshua.” You sigh out the words making the overly attractive man laugh as he gives you a good look over. You were cute in your tight pencil skirt, black heels, a different colored button up each day. Today you had opted for a lavender and it looked so nice with your skin tone.
“That’s why I’m here Y/N. I’m here to help. The boss thinks you took on too much when you took on this project. Say hello to your new partner.” You drop your pen looking up from your draft to scoff at Joshua Hong as he keeps leaning on your desk far too close to your face for your comfort. His cologne invades your senses causing you to furrow your brows when you can’t help but think how good he smells. “I don’t want a partner. I can handle it just fine on my own. You can tell him that you changed your mind.”
Joshua laughs at the level of spite in your voice as he practically watches smoke come out of your ears as your fingers grip the pen in your grasp. “I told him you wouldn’t want one and he insisted. So, I’m afraid it’s late nights and cold pizza for us for the next few weeks Princess.” You scoff at his gall when he calls you the name before you groan and push your office chair away from your desk only to stand and storm away from the man.
“Y/N…” You can hear the mirth in his voice which only fuels your anger more as you make your way into the supply room. You try to slam the door in front of his face but his foot is faster catching the door causing you to gasp when he pushes the door open and makes you stumble backwards towards the shelves holding printer paper, staples, and pens.
Closing the door, Joshua raises a brow at you and turns to look at you raising his hands in question. “Are you this much of a child? You can’t stand to work with me for a few weeks? You have to storm away and have a temper tantrum in a closet like a little brat?” You scoff at him as scolds you like he has any room to talk. “You’ve done worse and I was coming in here to get a breath and also…I needed…”
Joshua watches your brain turning as you glance around the room before reaching for a pack of paperclips. “You needed paperclips? I know for a fact you have a box on your desk. You are lying to me. It’s cute how fucking flustered you get around me.” You take a breath as Joshua moves closer to you crowding you against the shelves as he looks down at you. With your eyes narrowing you don’t think before you spit in his face making him laugh as he closes his eyes when you mutter out a “Fuck you, Hong.”
Nodding he wipes your spit from his face and puts his hand on the other side of your body as you stand completely still in front of him. “I promise I will return that favor one day. Now be a good girl and take your paper clips back out to your desk. I’ll be there in a few minutes and we can work like adults.” You roll your eyes at him and shoulder check him hard as you push past him only to hear him laugh again when you leave him alone in the closet.
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Two weeks into the project you had endured too many late nights with Joshua Hong. You refused to admit how many lingering glances had been shared between the two of you. Now you were sitting at your desk which was even closer to his as he groaned over his keyboard about being bored at 8 pm. “Shut the fuck up Joshua. You are the one who said you wanted to finish the section of the article before we went home. I was happy to leave at 5. Unlike you I have a life.”
Joshua shoots you a look with a raised brow as he swivels his chair around and rests his elbow on the desk. The pen in his fingers twirls once, then twice, before he bites at the cap in thought. “Is that so? What is it that you do for fun outside of the office Y/N? Think about what color button up you will wear the next day?”
The pen flies out of your hand towards Joshua before you even consider what you are doing causing the man to laugh as he dodges it nearly hitting him in the face. “So fucking spiteful. Did I hit a nerve? You haven’t had dinner. Come on.” You look up at him as he moves to stand shoving his hands into his tan dress pants before gesturing with his head. “What?”
“I just told you, it's time for some food. You are all wound up, you are going to pop a vessel or break a nail. We are done for the night.” Scoffing you move to stand pushing past Joshua making him laugh again. “I really fucking hate you. Why don’t you just tell me that you want me to quit Joshua? You make my life a living hell.” His laugh falls short as his brows furrow when he follows you towards the door when you go to grab your purse.
“I’m not trying to make you quit Y/N. Don’t be such a wimp.” His hand grabs your purse before you can along with your jacket making you stomp your foot when he offers to help you put on your jacket. Not willing to fight him you slide your arms into the jacket and swipe your purse from him angrily as he meets your eyes.
“You either want to kill me or fuck me. I think I know which one it really is.” You scoff in his face as he smirks at you before you are out of his grasp and out the door with him following close behind. “Goodnight Joshua!” His laugh travels too close to you as you realize he is following you. “You don’t live this way.”
“Correct, but you do, and there is a great little sandwich place on the way to your house. We can pick up some take out and take it back to your apartment.” Stopping in your tracks you turn to look at Joshua almost challenging him as he has to stop short before running into you. “You are just inviting yourself into my home?”
The smirk on his face makes you want to slap him but the look in his eyes that matches your challenge makes you want to see what will happen next. “I’ll even buy you dinner, look at me….a goddamn gentleman.” Rolling your eyes at his words you turn without an answer shoving your hands into your pockets as you start walking again assuming he is following behind you.
You weren’t sure what the sandwich was that you ordered, just that it was the most expensive thing on the menu. Joshua scoffed at you and raised a brow when you walked away making him keep to his word when it came to buying dinner. Taking out his card he couldn’t help but smirk as he glanced over to you as you crossed your arms waiting impatiently for him and the food.
“Lead the way Princess.” You glance up at Joshua with a scowl at the nickname before looking at the bag of food in his hand. You hoped it put some dent in his bank account, not that it mattered. How much damage could a $20 sandwich really cause? The point was it made you feel better.
Joshua laughs when once again you don’t speak to him, instead you just start walking towards your apartment. Your hand reaches into your bag as you climb a few steps and open a door holding it with your foot only to let it close on his shoulder when you don’t wait long enough for him to get fully inside. “So hospitable.”
“Oh I’m sorry my gentle little Prince. Did you get a boo boo? Need mommy to kiss it and make it better?” You turn to walk backwards with a smirk as Joshua’s face actually shows some surprises at your gall. “Mommy huh?” You raise a brow in challenge before turning away from him at his words when you reach your apartment door pushing it open letting him figure it out as you make your way in.
Joshua manages to push the door open and even takes off his shoes, placing them neatly by the door before following you towards the kitchen before finding you standing in front of an open fridge as you take out two beers. Your eyes meet him briefly as he smirks, taking out the sandwiches sliding your overpriced concoction towards you as he trades it for the beer. “Enjoy the truffles.”
You hum out a response as you sit on a stool at the island making sure you pick the one the farest away from Joshua. The man to your left laughs as he slides his sandwich and drink down before moving closer to you making you groan. “In my own fucking house?” You turn your head to meet his eyes as he takes a bite of his sandwich, challenging you once again.
“Fine…” You speak the word through gritted teeth before picking up your own sandwich finding it awkward just based on its size. “Can’t handle large things?” You glance at Joshua when he speaks before narrowing your eyes when you take a harsh bite of the sandwich making him suck in a breath. “I don’t think the sandwich is going to bite back, baby girl.”
You make a face not only to the taste of the sandwich but also the fact that Joshua calls you yet another pet name. Sitting the sandwich down you swivel your stool towards him before picking up your beer, taking a long sip from the glass bottle before letting your tongue rest at the rim as his eyes watch you amused.
Joshua smirks before wiping his lips, putting his own sandwich to the side as he tilts his head. “You look like you want to say something Y/N. Do you want to talk about why you are so frustrated with me? Why are you so tightly wound up?” Your eyes narrow slightly as Joshua turns towards you, his hand daring to move towards you, running his fingertips along your arm.
“I don’t want to say anything to you, but you can leave at any time, Hong.” Joshua laughs and bites at his lip when you bite at him with words once again. “That’s so cute…if you want me to leave tell me to. I’ll leave, I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do. However, until that moment, why don’t I tell you what I know to be true.”
You scoff and roll your eyes trying to cross your legs but Joshua kicks out his leg putting his knee between yours stopping you. Furrowing your brows you glance down only to feel his fingers on your chin tilting your head back up. “You are so wound up because you are horny. You are frustrated with me because you want to fuck me just as much as I want to fuck you. I’ve been dreaming of fucking the attitude out of you since I laid eyes on you.”
With your legs pushing against his, Joshua glances down at your thighs and tsks at you. “You are so sure about yourself Joshua. You think you are God’s gift to the world, that just because you are attractive every woman has to throw themselves at you. I won’t do that.” Joshua’s eyes meet yours once again and he tilts his head as his thumb ghosts over your bottom lip making your mouth part for him.
“And it drives me crazy. I want to turn you over my desk every single day and push this skirt up to your hips and fuck you until you only know my name. I don’t want the others.” You smirk at Joshua before letting out a small laugh and you nip at his thumb when he dares to push it into your mouth making him hiss out a curse.
“Another boo boo for mommy to kiss?” Your words are patronizing as you use a voice you would use to talk to a baby making Joshua growl under his breath. “Where is the bedroom or would you prefer I fuck you on the kitchen island?” You smirk as he leans in to ghost his lips over yours, his grip on your face tighter as you consider your choice. “Down the hall to the right.”
Joshua is off the stool and you are over his shoulder before you can think. A gasp falling from your lips as his hand runs over your ass. “I can fucking walk!” The man laughs before his hand comes down over your clothed ass making you let out a small yelp. “And daddy can carry you, Princess. You are going to need your strength.”
Your back meets your bed with a thud making you lose your breath when your body bounces a couple times. Joshua glances around your room quickly before looking down at you with dark lustful eyes. His hands sliding along your knees up to your thighs as he pushes your skirt up, “Tell me if you want this?” You pause and feel the ache in your core as his hands reach your hips making you nod. “I want it, fuck.”
Joshua’s hands move to grip your panties under your skirt before jerking them down your legs making you gasp out a moan at the sudden movement. His eyes follow the lace before he lets his gaze move back up between your legs to your pussy. “Oh baby girl…you are dripping.” You groan in embarrassment at his words but watch as he tugs on his tie undoing it quickly before discarding it with a toss of his hand.
His eyes lock with yours as he makes quick work of his shirt making you bite at your lips when you see his torso for the first time. “Like what you see?” You shake your head no and Joshua laughs before you feel a sharp slap to your inner thigh. “Fucking liar.” He watches you arch off the bed with a lewd moan before your hips roll towards him. “Let’s make a deal, we both stop lying to each other and we both get what we want out of this relationship.”
You moan out a “Whatever…’ only to feel another sharp slap when Joshua moves to crawl towards you up the bed. “Don’t act like a child and I won’t treat you like one.” You look down at him as he stares up at you, level with your core, his hot breath hitting your wet folds as he scolds you. “Fine! Ok! You look good. Fuck.”
The sound of your moans when his mouth is on your pussy is like music to Joshua’s ears. You sound like everything he could have dreamed and more as your hips roll to meet each harsh movement of his tongue and lips. He only pulls back and looks up at you making sure you are looking at him when he speaks. “Do you remember spitting in my face?”
You scoff and roll your hips towards him not thinking this was exactly the time to be talking about a fight from a few weeks ago, but a bite to your inner thigh brings your attention back to him as you squeal out a yes. “I bet you do, and do you remember my promise to return the favor?” You nod and watch as he spits over your folds before slapping his fingers harshly over your clit making you scream out his name into a moan when your orgasm hits you like a freight train.
“Now that's what I want to hear. Cum for me.” You whine at Joshua’s words when two of his fingers slide into your walls as you are already clenching into your orgasm only making you buck down harder towards him. “Please!” Joshua’s brows shoot up at your beg as his thumb circles your clit when he pushes you towards a place of overstimulation.
“Are you going to beg for me? Oh Princess…I never thought I’d hear that.” You curse your lack of resolve as he smirks at you when he moves around to the side of the bed. His hands move to help you remove the rest of your clothes. Your hands move to his belt and Joshua tsks before taking a step back letting you work. “Another thing I’d never thought I’d see. Your hands on my pants. I like it.”
“You are so cocky. It’s making me lose my sex drive Joshua.” He laughs at your words before grabbing your face making you look at him once you have pushed his pants and briefs down til he can step out of them. Your hand wrapped around his rather impressive cock. “We promised not to lie to one another. You say you are losing your sex drive and here you are, your hand pumping my cock.”
You scowl at him pulling your face from him before taking your hand away as he raises a brow at your defiance. “Do you want me to leave? I can leave you right now or I can fuck you so hard we forget what we were even fighting about.” Groaning as you feel how your pussy throbs at his words you reach for his hand making him laugh as he crawls over the bed only to pause. “You want me to use a condom?”
Shaking your head no, Joshua smirks and nods before leaning in to kiss you harshly as he drags your hands up over your head pinning them there. You can’t help but to moan into the kiss as your fingernails dig into his hand as he shifts to using one hand to pin them both. His free hand moving to grab his cock as he drags his head through your folds slowly.
“Shua…put it in!” He laughs against your lips at your words as he teases you when you lift your hips and put your leg over his hip trying to gain any upper hand in this situation. “So bossy.” You start to speak when he lines himself up with your entrance and finally pushes into you with one long slow thrust before bottoming out. You gasp a breath and hold his hand tightly, your eyes shut tight as he stays still for a moment letting you adjust.
The stretch quickly becomes pleasure and you roll your hips up making him groan on your lips before he leans back to look down at you with a smirk on his face. “Needy too.” You whine out a “shut up” making him laugh before his lips are on your neck leaving small kisses before he lets go of your hands in place of his hand moving to grab at your breast when his mouth sucks and bites at your collarbone leaving deep red marks.
“Oh…fuck…” You whimper the words as his hips slap against yours. Your head pressed back against the pillows as your fingernails rake along Joshua’s back making him hiss into a loud groan against your shoulder as he leaves another dark mark. “I’m gonna cum.” He nods in agreement as his thrusts start to become messy and quicker. “Where do you want it?”
You consider it for a moment and hold your foot tighter on his ass making him grunt as he furrows his brows and smirks when he meets your eyes. “Inside?” You nod before gasping for your breath as you lose yourself to your orgasm closing your eyes. Joshua watches your face in awe at the fucked out look that washes over you. The look of bliss that radiates from you on to him as he feels the coil that was building inside of him finally give way.
His mouth connects with yours as he mutters against your lips when he fills you with his cum. You whine to how full you feel and how your body is so tense but as he starts to slow his thrusts and you relax you feel like you are floating on water. “So fucking good.” Joshua’s voice is low and almost trembles as he pulls back to pull out of you.
He can’t help himself as he moves to pull your legs apart to watch as the mixture of cum starts to drip from you. “Oh baby, that is so pretty. I almost wanna fuck it back into you.” You groan and kick at his leg making him laugh as he moves to lay down beside you for a moment before sitting up. “That door leads to the bathroom?” You don’t even look as you figure he is looking at the only other door in the room. “You are a fucking genius Joshua.” He rolls his eyes at you before sliding off the bed and going into the other room where you can hear the sink turn on.
Turning on your side you watch the mirror and Joshua as he gets cleaned up. You can’t help but to narrow your eyes in thought at what had just happened and what it might mean. You didn’t know what you wanted it to mean. Joshua glances into the mirror meeting your eyes before smirking and wetting a washcloth before moving back into the bedroom raising a brow.
“What?” You eye him and the washcloth as he sits down and starts running it over your face and chest. “I’m getting you cleaned up.” You scoff and furrow your brows as he runs the washcloth between your legs with a shrug before looking at you with a raised brow. “I’m not a complete asshole Princess.”
“You could have fooled me.” Joshua laughs at your words as you smack his hand from between your legs and you slide off the bed moving towards the bathroom with the washcloth in hand. “You want me to leave?” You leave the door cracked as you take care of cleaning yourself up considering his words. A smile on your lips as you put some fake annoyance in your answer. “It’s already so fucking late, you might as well stay.”
Joshua smiles at your words and lays back on your bed putting his arm behind his head as he looks up at the ceiling sharing many of the same thoughts you had. He wasn’t sure what all this meant and he wasn’t sure he wanted the bickering to stop because you were sexy when you were all wound up.
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This is the Story
Chapter 9
A/N: This one was fun to write. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did! Special thanks, as always, to my besties @ccab and @elvisfatass for all their help in bringing this story to life!
ICYMI: this is the one with the OC Grace Dubois, author and single mom of 6 year old Wendy. Need to catch up? Here are the links:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Kissing, cussing, fingering, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, also violence (fistfight) and death threat, and an asshole talking to and touching Grace in a way she doesn't want
Word count: 3kish
Still song inspo:
He can put his own feelings aside to make sure nothing happens to them.
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"Mr. Marshall, my name is Colonel Tom Parker."
"Yeah, and who are you?"
"I'm the manager for Mr. Elvis Presley."
"Why are you calling me?"
"I'm led to believe you were once in a relationship with a woman named Grace Dubois?"
"Is this about the photograph?"
"It is indeed. Do you know your daughter is calling him 'daddy'?"
"What the fuck? Why are you telling me this?"
"I believe we may have a common goal..."
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After a week of nothing happening, Grace begins to relax. She's still sleeping in Lisa's room with Wendy, but everyday she gets closer to apologizing to Elvis. He's been so kind to let them stay with him and despite being in the same house, she misses him desperately. Still, she knows that she hurt him with what she said, but she's not entirely sure she was wrong. What would happen when he went back to Vegas or on tour? She can't afford to take the risk that he'll fall back into his old patterns. But it doesn't change the fact that she loves him and every time they meet in the hallway she wants nothing more than to fall apart in his arms. There are several moments when it feels like they're right on the cusp of reconciliation, but something always happens to get in the way. Either he's called away or she has somewhere to be or Wendy needs her. They continue working on the book in cool cooperation, him looking at her longingly anytime she's not paying attention and her praying that this time she'll find the strength to apologize.
At the beginning of the second week, Elvis turns to Grace as she packs up her notebook. She thinks he's about to say something about the situation they're in, but he doesn't.
"I'm going to be back in the studio tonight."
"Tonight? For how long?"
"Until we finish, but it could be every night for the next few weeks. I just wanted to let you know I won't be around much."
"Oh." Then a thought occurs to her.
"But what if Richard shows up?"
"Grace, it's been a week and nothing has happened. I think you'll be okay."
"Do you want us to leave?"
"No. Of course not. I just think you'll be okay here by yourself."
"I have to go to the store tonight."
"Do you want to take Jerry with you?"
"No. I'll be okay. I just... I don't want to be here without you." She looks at him, her eyes shiny with tears. The possibility of Richard showing up isn't the only reason she wants him there. He flexes his hand in an attempt to keep from touching her face.
"I'm sorry. I have to do this album. The studio is struggling and I'm hoping by recording there I can breathe some life back into it. And we already started recording back in the summer before... I just have to finish it."
"You have to do what you have to do." She finishes packing up and walks out of the room. From the hallway, she hears him cuss and slam his fist on the desk.
Maybe it's time for them to move back to the apartment.
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When Elvis gets to Stax, he has a moment of concern about Grace and Wendy alone at the house, but he tells himself he doesn't need to worry. She's a grown woman and everyday it seems like she needs him less and less. It might be time for him to move on with his life without her. The thought causes a lump to form in his throat, but he swallows it quickly and gets to work. The album isn't going to record itself.
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It's almost dark when Grace and Wendy come back from their shopping trip. Grace is reluctant to go back to the big, empty house. She knows Elvis and the mafia guys have gone to the studio by now.
As she pulls up to the gate, she notices a man standing against it. That's strange, since most of Elvis's fans are female. When he approaches the car, though, her heart drops into her stomach.
"Well, well. So the rumors are true."
"What are you doing here, Richard?"
"I've come to collect what's mine." He gestures to Wendy, who looks up at him quizzically.
"Who are you?" She says it sassily.
"I'm your daddy, baby." She sneers defiantly.
"No. My daddy is Elvis Presley. I don't know who you are." He hisses and turns to Grace.
"Did you tell her that? You fucking him doesn't make him her father."
"Well, you're not either. Go home Richard."
"My name's on her birth certificate. I know you don't want me to take you to court." Grace's blood runs cold. She knew this would happen. He reaches through the open window and strokes her face.
"Come on, honey, don't you remember how good we were together? You look good."
"Stop it, Richard. Don't call me honey." She closes her eyes and wills him to go away, but he doesn't.
"I bet you let him call you honey when he fucks you." She turns to him with angry tears in her eyes. Just then, a guard comes up to the them, shiny gun on his hip.
"Is there a problem here?" Grace nods.
"Yes, please let me go through the gates and make sure he doesn't follow me." The guard nods and tries to escort Richard away from the car. He shakes the guard's hand off of him.
"Don't fucking touch me." Then he turns back to Grace as the gates open. "I'm not going anywhere, honey. I'll get what I came for, one way or another."
Grace speeds through the gates and up to the house.
"Mama, what's wrong? Who was that man?"
Grace is shaking as the tears run down her face. She turns to Wendy.
"Don't worry about him, sweetie. He's no one." Wendy nods slowly and they get out of the car, leaving the shopping on the backseat. Grace ushers Wendy upstairs to bed and goes directly to the telephone.
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"Elvis. I'm sorry to bother you..."
"Grace, what's wrong?" He can tell by her voice that she's upset.
"Richard is here. He's at the gates and he wants Wendy. I don't know what to do." He can hear her sniffing through the phone and knows she's crying.
"Stay inside, honey, I'm coming." He hangs up the phone and turns to the guys.
"We gotta go."
"Elvis, we're right in the middle of-"
"I said we need to go. Now." Elvis rushes to the car and the guys pile in with Jerry in the front seat.
"Is it Grace?"
"Her ex is at the gates." Jerry raises his eyebrows.
"Shit."
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Grace watches out the window for Elvis's car to pull up to the gates. When it does, he gets out of the car with the guys. She walks out the front door and down the driveway to see and hear what's about to happen.
Richard is still leaning against the gates.
"If it isn't the man himself." He says mockingly to Elvis. Grace can tell by Elvis's body language that that was the wrong thing to say to him.
"Listen here, motherfucker. You leave Grace and Wendy alone." Grace's hand goes to her throat. She's not sure how this is going to go.
"Or what?" Elvis takes two steps and grabs the front of Richard's shirt and punches him hard. When he stands back up, he swings and lands one good shot on Elvis's nose before the mafia guys swoop in to hold him. Grace gasps. She starts to tingle as she watches Elvis beat the living shit out of Richard. Her heart races and her breathing speeds up.
As Elvis continues to deck him, he yells.
"You abandoned your pregnant fiancée, Dick." He lands another hit.
"You are no kind of father." And another.
"You are no kind of man." And another.
By this point Richard is only vertical because the mafia guys are holding him, but he's not unconscious. Elvis holds his shirt again and gets frighteningly close, but he's still loud enough for Grace to hear.
"And if you ever come around Grace or Wendy ever again, I'll shoot you in the face. Do you understand me?" He nods and whimpers. Elvis throws him on the ground by his shirt front in disgust.
Grace lets out a tiny moan at the sight. Her worry for Elvis is overpowered by another, stronger experience. The scene that just played out made her blood run to her core and she needs to put her own hands on Elvis as quickly as possible.
The gates open and he walks up to her, flexing his knuckles gingerly.
"I'm sorry you had to see that, honey."
"I'm not." She whispers breathily. He smiles and throws his arm around her shoulders as they make their way up to the house together.
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Once inside, they go to the kitchen. Elvis has a bloody nose from the one punch Richard was able to land, so Grace gets a wet towel to clean him up. She stands between his knees and gently dabs at his face with the towel. When she finishes, she lays the towel on the counter behind him, looking into his eyes deeply.
"Thank you."
"I don't think we'll be hearing from him again."
Simultaneously, he puts his hands on her hips and she leans in and presses her lips against his. He pulls back and kisses her again with his lips parted, letting his tongue slide into her mouth. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in close. They stay entwined like this for a while, tongues dancing against each other and bodies pressed together.
Eventually, Elvis stands up and scoops Grace into his arms like a bride. She giggles and he carries her upstairs to the bedroom. Neither of them has to say anything to know this is what they both want.
When they get into the room, Elvis lays Grace on the bed gently. He begins to undress her slowly, kissing each part of her as he does, starting with her shoes. He slides her pants down and kisses each of her thighs.
"You have beautiful legs, honey." She smiles as he plants more kisses along her calf. He moves back up, lifting her shirt and kissing her stomach softly. Then he runs both hands up her back and pulls her shirt up over her head. She's a beautiful woman, but she's even more attractive to him because of the way he feels about her. He tries to show this in the way he kisses her neck and shoulder gently. He lifts her delicate hand to his lips, pressing soft kisses into her palm.
"I love your hands." He thinks of how they flit across the page like butterfly wings as she writes. He moves back up her arm and slides the straps of her bra off her shoulders and kisses down to her nipple. He pulls the left one into his mouth softly and then lets his lips ghost over her skin as he moves across to the other one. He continues to worship her body with his mouth as he removes her bra and panties completely. As she lays there naked in front of him, he's overwhelmed with affection for every aspect of her. The way he loves her physical body is just an expression of the love he has for the rest of her. He gently runs his fingertips from her cheek, down her neck, to her chest, and on down her hip and leg. Finally, he situates himself between her legs.
The whole time he undresses her, she revels in the tenderness of his hands, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. Her arousal grows with every kiss and she needs him more and more, but not just physically. She needs his love, his adoration, and all of him in every way.
When he presses his mouth to her center, her back arches and she moans his name softly. He licks slow circles around her clit, pressing his tongue into her slit and then licking back up to the spot that makes her wild.
"You taste so good, honey." He whispers it into her and the subtle vibration makes her crazy. He continues moving his tongue over and around her, sliding two of his long fingers into her pussy, pressing them as far in as they'll go before tickling the inside of her. She gasps and he begins to move his tongue faster over and around her clit.
"Oh god, Elvis." She moans again, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. She's just on the cusp of her orgasm and he can tell by the way she flutters around him.
"Come for me, honey." She whines as her orgasm washes over her in waves of pulsating pleasure, wetness spilling out of her as he continues to run his tongue over her clit. She puts her hand in his hair, assuming he's going to stop, but he doesn't. He just keeps right on licking and teasing her sensitive bud until it tightens again and she feels a second orgasm overtake her.
"Fuck, Elvis!" When he still doesn't stop, Grace pats the top of his head and whimpers.
"One more, honey." His speech is a little slurred from the use of his tongue, but he presses on. Grace is sweating, her hands clenching the bedspread as he refuses to give up licking, fingering, and tongue-fucking her.
Finally, she comes a third time, wetness splashing out of her this time as she moans loudly. Elvis smiles and kisses back up her body as she tries to catch her breath. He lays on the bed next to her, also breathing heavily.
She rolls over to him and, despite her shaking hands, practically rips his clothes off of him. Once he's naked, she takes his cock in her hand and strokes it gently. Then, she bends over and pulls the whole thing into her mouth.
"Fuck, Grace." He moans as she moves up and down on him. He wraps his fingers in her hair and holds it up while she drags her tongue up and down his shaft. Then, she pulls his foreskin back and makes slow circles on his sensitive head. He whimpers and throws his head back. Just when he can't stand that any longer, she pulls all of him into her mouth, pressing her nose into the hair at the base of him.
"God, Grace, if you don't stop..."
"Mhmm?" The feeling of her lips around him when she hums almost pushes him over the edge, but then she pulls off of him, sucking the tip with a small pop.
He acts like he's going to roll over on top of her, but she pushes him down on the bed.
"No."
She climbs on top of him and sinks onto his cock slowly, taking in every inch of him.
"Fuckkkk yes, honey." He groans as she begins to bounce up and down on him. After a minute of this, she switches to grinding into him, pushing him deeper and deeper inside her. She equals his relentlessness in her pursuit of his orgasm. She wants to give herself to him fully and make him come as hard as she did. He reaches up and cups her breasts with his hands as he rides him, flicking his thumbs over her nipples. Then, he moves his hands down to her hips and moves with her as she winds her body back and forth on top of him. Finally, he can't stand it anymore and he tumbles headfirst over a cliff of pleasure, cussing and shuddering and filling her with his release.
"Fuck, yes, Grace, yes." He says through gritted teeth as he comes. She leans over and rests her body on his as he wraps his arms around her. When she sits up, he pushes her hair back out of her face and looks up at her softly.
"I'm sorry-" she begins, but he puts his finger on her lips and shakes his head.
"I love you so much. I've never loved anyone like this. You have me, body and soul, honey." Her eyes fill with tears again, but this time they don't fall.
"And I'm yours, Elvis."
She lays next to him and nuzzles into his shoulder, as he leans over and kisses her forehead, both of them determined to never let anything come between them again.
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Chapter 10 coming soon!
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Yes hello hi my friend can I please request #7 with either SwissAlps or MountainDew???
Hi Gloomy, my love 💙 I hope this is okay
Angst with a healthy dose of comfort.
CW: spiraling thoughts, panic attacks, Swiss gets into his own head and listens to the Entity, Mountain is there to remind him he is loved
Also on AO3 here
They're Lying to You
Mountain stands outside of Swiss’ door, listening for any movement inside the room. The pack has been home from tour for two weeks, and everyone is going through the transition from being on the road every day to being back at home. Ever since their arrival back at the Abbey, Mountain has noticed that Swiss has just been…existing.
The ghouls all have their own ways of decompressing after months away from home, but Mountain’s concern about Swiss has only increased the longer they’ve been back. The normally easy-going, charming Multi has been acting uncharacteristically quiet and withdrawn. For the last two or three days Swiss has been holed up in his room. The pack is worried, their concern only increasing as their check-in texts have started becoming answered back with brief one or two word answers.
Mountain checks his phone, his message sitting unanswered in the text thread between him and his packmate. He lifts a hand, knocking softly on the door. After a moment of silence, he opens the door softly and steps inside.
The room is a mess. The bed is messy and unkempt. Dishes from the meals that have been left outside of Swiss’ door sit piled on his desk, giving off a slight unpleasant smell. Dirty clothes and used towels litter the floor of the bedroom and bathroom.
Mountain spies Swiss sitting on the window bench seat in the corner of the room.The Multi ghoul has his eyes closed as he sits with his knees drawn up against his chest, his head resting against the cold windowpane. Mountain steps around the clothing on the floor, making his way over to the ghoul slumped in the corner. He crouches in front of, reaching up to cup Swiss’ face in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the apple of Swiss’ cheek.
"Hi, love. What are we doing?"
Swiss slowly opens his eyes, keeping his head against the window as he glances over at the Earth ghoul. His eyes are dull, heavy lidded, they're missing that golden spark that accompanies his normally jovial nature.
"Just…sitting, I guess." Swiss sighs, turning his head away from the window to lean into Mountain’s hand caressing his face.
"It's been three days, babe. This isn't like you, and we're worried," Mountain says gently. He brings his hand up to brush Swiss' hair away from his eyes, causing Swiss to wince at the soft touch.
Swiss whines low in his throat, averting his eyes from Mountain's gaze as his ears droop against his head. He slowly shifts his body to face Mountain, leaning forward to rest his forehead against the larger ghoul's shoulder.
Mountain winds his tail around Swiss’ waist, drawing the Multi ghoul towards him and wrapping his arms around him and resting his cheek in between dark, curved horns. He rubs gentle circles into Swiss’ back as Swiss draws a few shaky breaths, trying to relax into Mountain’s touch. Swiss’ shoulders begin to shake and Mountain holds him tighter as soft sobs begin escaping his body.
“Hey, hey…what’s this? Please don’t cry, love,” Mountain murmurs into Swiss’ hair as he holds him close. He tries to pump out calming pheromones and scents of lavender and eucalyptus, trying to calm Swiss shaking in his arms.
“Can I move us to somewhere a little more comfortable? Maybe the bed?”
Swiss nods into Mountain’s shoulder, sniffling and trying to slow his tears and get his breathing under control. Mountain shifts back on his haunches, slipping an arm underneath Swiss and standing slowly, carrying Swiss bridal style to his bed. Mountain sits slowly, trying not to jostle the ghoul clinging to his neck, sitting back against the headboard and letting Swiss settle between his legs and against his chest, face still buried between Mountain’s neck and shoulder.
“M’sorry, Mount…didn’t mean to worry everyone,” Swiss sniffles, wiping his eyes and nose on the back of his sleeve.
Mountain gives Swiss a kiss in between his horns, petting a hand up and down the Multi ghoul’s back.
“Never be sorry, babe. We love you and we care about you. We can see that you haven’t been yourself, and we want to help, however you need it.”
Swiss makes a small noise; he reaches for Mountain’s tail still wrapped comfortingly around his waist, playing with the spade.
“I know..I can’t help it. Been feeling low, really tired. I don’t want to worry anyone, don’t mean to be this way..”
“I know, babe, it’s not your fault. What’s been going on? Can you tell me?” Mountain asks, sliding his finger under Swiss’ chin, tipping his head up to look into his eyes, brow furrowed with love and concern.
“I–its just…I don’t know,” Swiss sighs heavily, “I’m…scared.”
Mountain just holds him quietly, willing him to continue.
“Tell me, love.”
Swiss shifts to tuck his head under Mountain’s chin, taking comfort in the Earth ghoul’s scent of pine and sage.
“I–I don’t know, it’s just that there’s so much changing , you know? We’re home, Papa’s retiring…? I have this feeling in my stomach, a feeling that…things aren’t going to stay the same. I–I’m afraid.”
Mountain nods, holding Swiss closer as the Multi ghoul’s grip on his tail tightens.
“I know that Imperator changes things in between cycles…I remember hearing the stories of what happened before me and the others joined you, and I know that she’s not thrilled with some of my antics over the last few months, how I’ve been toeing the line of what looks human and what doesn’t during Rituals.” Swiss sniffs and wipes his eyes again before continuing.
“I’m not essential to the band like you, Dew, Bug and Rainy are. I’m not specialized like the girls are. I’m…expendable. Replaceable. They’ve said as much, and I can’t help but think…that maybe They’re right,” Swiss’ voice breaks, tears returning as he buries his face in Mountain’s chest, shoulders shaking as he cries quietly into Mountain’s shirt.
Mountain’s ears twitch at the mention of ‘They’. He’s heard Swiss mention this before, the Entity that lurks in his head, whispering awful, hurtful deceptions when Swiss is feeling fatigued and insecure. This voice that makes Swiss feel small, vulnerable, and weak; unwanted, and unloved. Mountain wishes he could protect Swiss from Them, he wishes he could rip the Entity out and banish it somewhere where the earth is salted and it can never hurt his Swiss again.
“I saw the way some of the Clergy looked at me when we got home. They’re telling me that they’re making plans to send me back to the Pit. I–I don’t wanna go, Mounty. This pack is my family. Please, don’t let them take me away from you guys…” Swiss’ body trembles as the tears flow and he purges the loneliness and fear that lead him to isolate, to hide in trepidation of this uncertain but terrifying fate.
Mountain gathers Swiss up close to his heart and curls around his shaking body protectively, as if he could shield him from the Entity in his head making him believe these awful words of hurt and deceit. Mountain knows that everything is fine. The pack is strong, and Papa, while retired from touring at least, isn’t going anywhere.
However, fear doesn’t listen to logic and truth, preferring instead to corrupt and feed on vulnerability and uncertainty, trapping you in a dark prison of the mind, twisted and cruel.
Mountain can feel Swiss’ heart pounding against his chest. He cups Swiss’ face in his hands and tips his head up, gently wiping tears away with his thumbs. He has a hard time finding words in situations like this, he never feels like he can say the right thing, but his heart aches for his packmate, and he tentatively reaches out with his consciousness to brush against the swirling storm of Swiss’ mind, manifesting love and security through their bond.
“My Shadow, look at me. Breathe, love. There you go, in and out, slowly.”
Swiss peers at Mountain through wet lashes, trying to mimic the exaggerated deep breaths Mountain is taking in front of him, his chest heaving with effort of getting his breathing and heart rate down.
Mountain gives a small smile, rubbing Swiss softly behind the ears. He leans forward to press their foreheads together, sharing breath and filling Swiss’ senses with calming lavender and fresh pine.
“That’s wonderful, Shadow, you’re doing so well.” Mountain praises him quietly as Swiss’ breathing slowly levels out, his heartbeat slowing to a less concerning rate, sniffles and tearful hiccups subsiding.
“I–I’m sorry, Mount. I–”
“Hey, no. We’re not going to do that, babe. No more apologies.”
Mountain sits back against the headboard to face Swiss, running his hands up and down Swiss’ arms reassuringly. He takes a cleansing breath before continuing.
“Love, you don’t ever need to apologize. Me, and the others, Papa, we love you so much. The Entity? That voice in your head telling you all those things? They’re lying to you.”
Mountain brings his face closer, giving the multi ghoul soft kisses on his eyelids and across his forehead and cheeks.
“Listen to me, babe. You are such a blessing to this pack. You are so smart and resourceful and arguably the most talented ghoul we have in the band. Vocals, guitar, percussion, and saxophone?”
“Love, we would be so lost without you. Your smile, your sense of humor and unwavering support and faith in all of us, your laugh. You are so wonderful to everyone you meet, from the most elderly sibling to the tiniest kit or child. What would we ever do without you here?”
“You are the mortar that holds our music and our pack together, my Shadow. You are not expendable and you are never replaceable. We need you, more than you could ever know. I promise you, you are not going anywhere. Not now, not ever.”
Mountain gathers Swiss back into his chest and hugs him close, purring deep in his chest, rumbling like the movement of mountains and glaciers and things of the earth much more ancient than the Ministry or anything else that falls under Imperator’s influence. Mountain cups his ghoul’s face in his hands and presses a soft kiss to his lips, promising love and comfort and protection above all else.
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the morning after
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Y/n woke up to the sound of her phone ringing, and a weight on her stomach. Looking down she sees Spencer, with his head on her stomach, hair in his face. Y/n turns to the coffee table to grab her phone. The two were still on Spencer’s couch, no matter the fact they started dating last night, they couldn’t cancel their movie night, they just definitely didn’t pay as much attention as they usually did. Accepting the call without looking at the caller ID, moving her hand downwards to brush the hair out of Spencer’s face.
“Hello.”
“Y/n?”
“D?”
“Yeah.. Why do you have Spencer’s phone?”
“Oh- We had our movie night last night. I just stayed here, didn’t want to go all the way home.”
“Just down the hall?”
“..Yes… Why are you calling?”
“You’re both late for work. Now for you it’s not so surprising, but Spencer’s never late.”
She didn’t listen to her brother’s subtle insult on her time-managing skills, she turned to look at the clock on Spencer’s DVD player. The one she made him get because his couch was better for movie nights.
“Okay yeah, shut up. We’re coming.” Y/n says, hanging up, not caring to hear her brother's response. Y/n gently pokes at Spencer’s face, needing to wake him up, but not wanting to. Spencer’s right hand moving from place on his girlfriend's hip, to swat her finger away from his cheek.
“What is it?”
“I was waking you up.” Y/n says in a ‘duh’ tone, Spencer ignoring it, and continuing the conversation.
“Did you know music is actually a very good way to wake a person up. Comparing a standard alarm clock tone to music it’s found that people preferred to be woken up from their sleep by music.”
“No I didn’t know that, but it sounds obvious.”
“Well the kicker is that music actually helps reduce the feeling of sleep inertia. Which is a state of low mood, low energy, and poor thinking skills right after awakening.”
“Huh… Oh! We have work!” Y/n gets up off the couch, gathering her things, continuing her thought, “Derek called- that’s why I woke you up. We’re late.” Y/n said, without looking up, and walking towards the door to walk down the hall to her apartment. She turns to look at Spencer, while opening the door. Seeing a small smirk on Spencer’s face, she closes the door, smiling. “What?”
“Nothing.. I just can’t believe you’re my girlfriend now.”
Walking over to her boyfriend, with each step her smile getting wider.
“I can think of some things I could do to help you believe it. ” She says, looking at her boyfriend suggestively. Spencer’s eyebrows furrowed, looking confused but seeing Y/n’s face, his face starts heating up which causes Y/n to laugh at how cute her boyfriend is. Walking towards Spencer and giving him a kiss on his cheek.
“I’m going to get ready, you start getting ready, and we’ll leave.”
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It wasn’t unusual for Spencer and Y/n to walk into work together. They did quite often, the team all knew that the two lived in the same building, but something felt off about this time. I mean they are a team of profilers, so it’s not a surprise they could feel something off Spencer and Y/n walked into work, walking closer than they usually would, the team noted.
“Hey, you and pretty boy slept in?” Derek asks, from his place at his desk.
Y/n gives her brother a look to tell him to shut up. The couple walks to their respective desks, across from each other, both starting on their paperwork of their last case.
By the end of their work day, no new case and with a big dent in their paperwork, Spencer of course had finished. The team starts packing their things, ready to go home after a long day of work. Y/n and Spencer leaving first.
“Bye!” Y/n said on their way out, and onto the elevator. When the elevator door closes, Derek, Emily, JJ, and Penelope all look towards each other all thinking the same thing.
“So, they’re dating.” Derek says, breaking the silence of the room.
“Oh, thank you!”
“Yes!”
“Oh! They are perfect!”
The four had obviously noticed all the looks, when Spencer would watch Y/n walking to get herself coffee, Y/n watching when Spencer would rattle off some statistic, looking at each other over their desks. None of these things were new, the two did it everyday even. But something about today, something changed in their looks, it was no longer a pining look, but a look of intimacy and warmth.
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Lowly Soldier ~ a continuation of Sorrows Can Swim
Ugh, I have such a soft spot for Prince, and I hope y'all do too. Any and all lynch mobs formed will go towards Guard’s residence and not mine, d'you hear me? 😂
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A WEEK BEFORE THE WEDDING
In the dead of night, the towering shelves cast long shadows that danced and hid from the light of the few, flickering candles resting in front of Prince on his desk. In this dim lighting, if one tilted their head and relaxed their eyes, they might mistake the library ladder at Prince’s left for a monster.
But no, the monster stood not to Prince’s left, but directly in front of him, shifting in the way only guilty men did.
“I know about your relations with Princess.” Prince didn’t bother glancing around the library or lowering his voice.
Guard didn’t move, but Prince could’ve sworn he paled slightly. “Your Highness, I don’t know–”
“Spare me the act of innocence.” Prince took a deep breath, reining in his anger like an unbroken stallion.
The soldier wisely went silent, leaving the two men to stare at each other for a few moments.
“How long do I have to pack my bags then?” Guard asked, his chin held far too high for the situation.
Prince considered it. It would be so easy to simply send him away. Prince wouldn’t have to go so far as to remove him from the King’s service. Guard could be reassigned to a different fort. Perhaps somewhere south where the high temperatures and heavy rays of sun would cause Guard to sweat like a pig and burn like a roast. The image of Guard in full uniform, wiping at his dripping and sunburnt forehead brought Prince such satisfaction.
Then came the image of Princess’s face when she learned Guard had been sent away.
He sighed, dismissing the image. “You must act swiftly if the two of you are to avoid scandal.”
Confusion colored Guard’s face. “Sir?”
“You must–” Prince’s voice failed him, and he chided it. “You must…marry Princess.”
The soldier gaped at Prince, clearly questioning what he’d just heard. “Your Highness?”
“I won’t repeat myself,” Prince said frigidly. It’d been hard enough to say it in the first place.
Guard stood perfectly still for a while, and Prince impatiently waited for the soldier to get his wits back so they could continue this conversation.
“But…ho-how?” Guard stammered. “She is royalty, and I am but a lowly soldier!”
A lowly soldier, Prince scorned in his head. Guard rose through the ranks faster than most, and he caught the attention of far more than Princess, even if Princess was the only one Prince really cared about.
“We must be crafty.” Prince took a deep breath, sitting down, the plush red velvet sinking underneath him. “I can’t simply promote you, it would look too suspicious. We will organize a way for you to receive an increase in rank. It will–”
Guard started frantically shaking his head, making Prince stop and narrow his eyes. Why was Guard protesting? He got to marry and become honorary royalty. He wouldn’t be king, not while Princess’s older brothers still drew breath, but the rank of a prince was nothing to sneer at.
Perhaps he was simply having a hard time wrapping his mind around it.
“It will take some time, of course,” Prince continued, “which brings its own risk, but if we’re going to do this–”
“But a marriage between us would be improper!” Guard interrupted.
Prince fixed him with a cold, hard stare. “And the impropriety didn’t cross your mind before you stole her virtue?”
“I did not steal her virtue!” Guard snapped. “She’s the one who–”
“I would recommend,” Prince interrupted calmly, “that you don’t waste my time by finishing that sentence.”
Guard shut his mouth, looking quite taken aback as he eyed Prince.
Prince sighed. “It doesn’t matter how things progressed.” The words tasted like vinegar in his mouth, but he pushed on. “What matters is what we must do to protect everyone in this situation, and we will get started at once.”
Guard blinked, bringing a hand to nervously fiddle with the chainmail of his soldier's uniform.
This is it, Prince thought. This is the moment when Guard complies, and we plot for the wedding that will soon follow, a wedding I forced Guard into, a wedding Princess isn’t expecting, and a wedding that will break my heart. It would require all of Prince’s strength to sit through, and it would cost him all his self-respect, but he would do it.
For Princess, he would do it.
But instead of hearing words of agreement, Prince saw a sudden, dangerous gleam in Guard’s eyes. “I’m sorry, You Highness, but I cannot do that.”
Prince simply stared, trying to process what he’d just heard. Was Guard disobeying a direct order? Perhaps he hadn’t understood that Prince’s statement was a command in the first place. “All due respect, this is not a request, Guard.”
Guard’s gleam didn’t dim. “All due respect, sir, but you cannot force me to marry her.” His voice was remarkably calm, as if they were discussing the weather and not the fate of a woman.
For a moment, Prince couldn’t form any words. He could only stare at Guard, wondering how the man could be so cavalier and care so little about Princess’s reputation?
He wanted to toss Guard out the library window, but that wouldn’t save Princess.
Prince clenched onto his self-control, imposingly rising to his feet instead of rushing at Guard in fury. “Do you realize who you are speaking to?” He stepped closer to Guard, holding his posture as tightly as he held his fists. “I am your prince. I can demote you so that you are guarding a kitchen for the rest of your days. I can have you branded as a traitor and exiled. I can have you flung in the dungeon, facing execution in a week.” Prince raised his chin. “It all makes no difference to me.”
The threat in his tone would make most men concede by prostrating themselves in front of him.
“If this kingdom finds out that the Tunican princess had affairs with a lowly soldier, the gossip will spread like wildfire,” Guard said slowly. “And if the Tunician King finds out, it will be war.”
“You would create war for your own country?” Prince seethed.
Guard spread his hands. “This may be the country of my birth, but that doesn’t mean it’s the country of my life.” He pointed at Prince. “That’s your position.”
Prince gaped at Guard.
Had Guard gone mad? All the authority rested with Prince, and yet Guard acted as though he possessed the upper hand!
What pure selfishness.
What audacity.
Prince slammed his hands into the desk, making the candles shake and drip wax down onto the polished wood. “You dare threaten me with war?”
Guard smiled back at Prince. “Do you know what Princess told me last night?”
Prince froze, sensing the wave of pain about to crash over him, an upper hand that was about to be gained. “That is neither here nor–”
Guard stepped closer to Prince, baring his teeth like a child who hadn’t quite mastered the art of the smile. “She told me she loved me.”
A groan of pain nearly ripped through Prince’s throat as the knot of pain coiled tightly in his chest. He blindly fell back onto his chair, trying to relearn how to breathe under the weight of this information.
She…she loved Guard? Truly? It wasn’t merely some youthful dalliance or fleeting fancy?
Prince looked back to Guard with a sharp inhale, realizing too late that he’d given away too much with his silence.
“You love her.” The triumph in Guard’s voice set Prince’s teeth on edge. “You can’t bear to see her in pain, or you would’ve sent me away instead of trying to get me to marry her. If you banished me or imprisoned me, it would only hurt her, and you can’t bear to do that.”
There was no point in denying it. Unlike Guard, Prince was a man strong enough to admit to the truth. So Prince glowered at Guard. “I’m warning you–”
“No, Your Highness.” Guard smirked. “I’m warning you, unless you promise me that you won’t mention this conversation to anyone, I’ll tell the Tunician King about our affair myself.” The satisfied smile widened. “See what happens to your precious princess then.”
“You are a snake,” Prince fumed.
Guard’s only reply was to grin.
“Fine!” Prince burst out. “I promise, now get out of my sight!”
Guard wisely didn’t reply. He simply slipped out the library door, likely off to go sleep soundly in his bed.
Now what? Prince thought desperately.
Princess was not the first royal to be in this compromising situation, but the world would see her as damaged goods if they found out. It didn’t matter if it was a year from now when the truth got out, she would be seen as damaged goods, and whatever husband she possessed would turn his back on her, for no self-respecting husband wouldn’t care if his wife dallied with a soldier. Except for Lord perhaps, but Prince couldn’t subject Princess to marriage with him. His breath smelled fouler than the stables, and he was old enough to be her grandfather.
Whoever married Princess would have to know beforehand.
But who would ever marry her with that knowledge? And even if they didn’t care, Prince would be breaking his promise to Guard, and who knew what the soldier would do?
Prince sat at the desk, his hopes dwindling by the second.
If only status and dignity didn’t matter so much. If only the world could see Princess for her sweetness or even her beauty, and value her for those things instead of whatever station she possessed.
Alas, it seemed the only one who saw Princess’s sweetness and beauty was Prince and Guard, and Guard wouldn’t marry her.
Prince sat bolt upright.
Was that…?
Could it be…?
Prince lifted his hand to his hair.
Was that really the solution? Marrying Princess himself?
The idea which would normally make his heart soar instead made his stomach turn over.
He couldn’t marry her, not like this. Not as a last resort to stave off scandal and potentially war. Princess deserved better than that. Everybody deserved more than that.
Prince leaned forward, resting his forehead on the desk. There had to be another way, a way where Guard wouldn’t win without Prince losing so badly.
But there wasn’t. No other desperate solution in his mind was feasible in the amount of time they had left.
Prince let out a breath.
He couldn’t count on Princess to understand. He loved her, but she could be naive. No, Prince would conduct this himself, and it started with talking to his father.
God help him.
A MONTH LATER
“Well, this is a sorry sight!”
Forever a light sleeper, Prince started from his horizontal position on the couch. He blinked blearily around at his study, trying to find the source of the words. For a wild moment, in the delirium of having one foot in the real world and the other in the land of dreams, he wondered if his desk had spoken to him.
Then Prince’s eyes fell on Brother, standing in the open doorway with folded arms.
Prince glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner. “It’s six o’clock in the morning,” he grumbled, rubbing the drowsiness from his eyes.
“Yes, and you’re sleeping on a couch in your study alone instead of in your bed with your wife.”
Prince didn’t bother to answer the question asked by his younger brother’s tone. Yes, he didn’t sleep in their bedchamber anymore, but that didn’t mean he had to explain himself, certainly not to Brother, who had yet to be married.
Brother swept towards Prince’s desk, ignoring the neatly ordered papers as he jumped up to take a seat on top of them. “Your wife says she hasn’t seen you for days. Is there a declaration of war I don’t know about?”
Prince almost bit back, not appreciating the dig. Yes, Prince had assumed the Tunican party had nefarious intent, and yes, it turned out to be a company of soldiers containing Princess’s dowry. But in Prince’s opinion, it was better to be overly cautious than taken unawares.
Getting to his feet, Prince shoved at his brother. “Get off your porcine behind.”
“It’s a royal behind to you.” Brother hopped off the desk to recline lazily on the sofa on which Prince had just woken from.
“If you’re in the mood to pry,” Prince said bluntly, “go down to the launderers to hear the gossip. I’m busy.”
Brother sat forward, the usual merriment gone from his face. “Why are you avoiding Princess?”
Prince grit his teeth. He’d promised himself that he would only return to the scene of Princess’s encounter with Guard when he was sure he could control his temper.
As of yet, his temper hadn’t dissipated.
So he avoided it altogether—which meant he avoided her altogether.
“What happened?” Brother asked, dropping his voice even though they were the only two in the room. “Did the two of you have a fight?”
Prince shook his head. “I can’t tell you.”
“If you can’t tell your own brother, who can you tell?”
“I won’t be telling anyone anything.”
“Maybe not, but that only makes it worse for you.”
Prince wanted to scream at his brother, beg and plead with his brother to stop prying, but it would only make clearer the gravity of the secrets he held.
“You’re married,” Brother said
“Believe me, I’m painfully aware of that!” Prince snapped. He pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers, trying to reel in the slip in his temper.
“You need to get to know your new wife,” Brother insisted.
“I know my wife!” Prince growled at his brother. A heavy silence fell while he once again tried to get his temper under control. “I know that she loves to spend her entire mornings sleeping. I know that her favorite flowers are white roses. I know that she has a birthmark on the side of her neck. I know that she hates boiled eggs and always wants her eggs fried.”
I know the name of the lowly soldier she loves.
Prince sat heavily on his chair, sagging against the armrests like he’d gone boneless. “I’m not ‘getting to know’ my wife because I don’t need to.” He swallowed. “It’s her that doesn’t want to know me.”
“You think your wife doesn’t care for you,” Brother said, as if it were some grand realization, the truth behind what kept Prince awake at night.
Prince bowed his head, wishing that that was all it was.
“You have to give her time,” Brother said gently. “She came here as an effort to strengthen kingdom ties, not to gain a husband.”
The great ache in Prince’s chest threatened to swallow him whole.
He knew he’d practically forced himself onto Princess. That’s how she saw it, and it’s how Prince’s kingdom saw it. They saw him as a man who took what he wanted. But how could this ever be what he wanted? To be married to a woman who belonged in his dreams and yet loved someone else? To know that she wanted nothing more than to spend her time with Guard?
He heaved a large sigh. “I will give her that time.”
Brother didn’t say anything more, and Prince didn’t want him to. He didn’t want any more of his brother’s pity nor his brother’s advice. He wanted Guard gone, and he wanted Princess’s heart intact when Guard left.
Impossible.
“Leave me be,” Prince said wearily.
Brother hesitated a moment and then got to his feet and walked towards the door. He paused before opening it. “Why would she marry you if she didn’t see something in you?” With that, Brother left.
Prince knew the question was rhetorical. He knew it was meant to make him believe in the chance that his wife could love him. But all it did was remind him of the answers he couldn’t share.
At this point, Prince was fairly certain those answers would die with him, and the only way anyone would ever know was if they opened his chest to see the words carved into his heart.
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Oookay. Here's a campy, cute, short Oppie drabble. You don't have to know anything except: atomic bomb scientist is sarcastic. Happy Sicktember.
Groves heard Oppenheimer had holed himself up in one of the offices after an unauthorized jaunt with Teller two days ago. No one can get more than two words out of him. It’s suspicious as fuck. Did they meet with someone? Well, Groves is gonna find out.
He sidles into the office, knowing he’s going to have to be firm but diplomatic. Oppie’s not going to roll over for him just because he’s military.
The office is warm and sun-baked, approaching evening with the sun carving itself into the glass of the windows. A wide wooden desk huddles in the shadowed corner coated in papers, books, cups, and a pack of cigarettes. Some seemingly random accessories decorate the clutter--marbles, toothpicks, an angled ruler. Oppie reclines in a tipped chair, legs stretched deep and straight. His hat rests over his face and he seems to be…napping.
Groves leans forward and politely knocks his knuckles against the wood of the desk.
Oppie grunts and a hand comes up to give an apathetic wave.
“Robert,” Groves tucks his fists onto his hips, eyes roaming the desk again for any traces of a meal. “Did you eat yet?”
Oppie mumbles, “Mmm.” Which could be an admission or dismissal. He still hasn’t moved.
Moving on. “You and Teller went a mile out two days ago.”
“We did.” He sounds gruff, as if ruffled.
“Could you tell me why?”
His chair squalls as he sits up, hand flattening to stabilize his hat so it doesn’t fall forward. “I could,” he rasps. Groves still can’t see his damn face under that stupid hat.
“Oppie.”
A grunt. Then a whisper.
“Sorry, what?”
“Hhh-” Robert’s already thin frame seems to shrink in on itself, “Hg’Djsk!”
Ah. Not a word. A sound. Groves sighs. His left hip dips and he rubs at his temple in frustration. “I need to know what you and Teller were up to.”
“Science,” Oppie says, having plucked up a pen to continue what he was working on earlier. It zags across the paper in thick, bleak streaks.
What. An. Ass. He’s not usually this difficult. Fed up with Oppie’s shit, Groves lurches over the desk, crunching papers and warping book spines to snatch the hat off his head.
“What the--” he growls when he’s pierced by Oppie’s irked gaze.
It’s quite apparent why Oppie chose to hood his face. His eyes are pink around the edges, watery and sunken. His normally pronounced cheekbones look more like the ridges of a cliff. His nose is sunny and the skin around it is flaky.
Groves opens his mouth to say something, but Oppie reaches his hand out, fingers opening in a web. “I’ll thank you not to take my things.” His voice sounds like grated gravel, his eyes bright and defiant.
Groves huffs, twirling the hat, taking in the knobs of Oppie’s elbows and wrists. “When did you eat last?”
Oppie withdraws and threads his fingers. “I had an orange.”
“A whole orange?”
“Define whole.”
Damn theorists.
“Hh-Nk’dj!” He sniffles and flicks the knob of a knuckle under his septum.
Oppie extricates himself from his seat, inelegantly stumbling into the edge of the desk. His fingers brush the edge to catch himself, shifting his mess and causing marbles to roll off and strike the dirt-caked floor, the sound blaring like sparks in a silent sky. Groves winces. Oppie doesn’t. He takes the chance to snag a cigarette and light it, sucking the cherry into a small firework and hissing the cloud through his nose.
His chest rumbles in displeasure and he chuffs through a halfhearted cough.
“You alright there, Oppie?” Sometimes the heat and the dusty winds can get to him. Gives him particularly bad days, especially when he replaces food with cigarettes.
Another, “Mmm…” as he meanders away from the desk, following the clear path the fallen marbles have made in the dusty floor. Oppie leans forward tilting his foot from heel to toe to stop their trajection. They click together at his shoe and wobble to a stop.
“Chain reactions,” he murmurs, reaching down to pluck them up. He thumbs the now grimy spheres, rolling them into his palm and staring into their glassy surface.
Groves is growing impatient. He spreads forked fingers over his T-zone and sighs. But Oppie twins his exhale, and Groves’s gaze flicks to his friend.
Oppie pauses at the naked window, his nose pink and twitching. His parched lips pop open, gaze heavy as he draws in deep breaths that expand his rangy form. He cinches his nose shut, thumb on one side, fingers curled on the other.
“Hg-chsk! Hhgieh--” The ghost of vowels, like tiny sparks halfway hidden under a throat clear following the sneeze. Then another buildup--merely a wheezed jumble of voiceless twists of the tongue, “Hdj’Kssgk!”
He recovers though, using the soft area of his wrist to wipe and rub his insubordinate nose.
He holds his expiring cigarette between scissored fingers gazing out the murky window. It’s overcast now, the sun has retreated behind ash colored clouds. Tiger stripes across a steely backdrop of bleakness.
The wind had been streaking and stripping paint off buildings. Sunshowers come at random times of the day with no warning. Sullen and gray and at times, relentless. You can’t trust the sky.
“What do you know about them?”
Groves frowns. “What?”
Oppie lifts his finger to his lips, hesitating. The tails of smoke curl and fork around his face, making him blink as he…”Hh’g’h-!” He notches his nose into the crook of his tented hands, “HNG’djchSJ-eh!” When he pulls away, his cigarette is damp and useless. His fingertips are trembling and shiny with mist. His dark lashes are dewy with spent tears. But he looks more annoyed than anything. A small knot forms when he frowns and he rubs his fingers together before continuing. He turns on the tip of his toe and looks at Groves.
“You set one off when you walked into this room,” he says.
Groves pinches the bridge of his nose. “Oppie, what the hell are you talking about?”
Oppie waves flaccidly as if it it were a completely obvious deduction.
“Chain reactions.”
He exhales, tucking his hands behind his suspenders and strolls forward. Usually his stride is grace and confidence but there’s something else today. A wilt in the watery blue of his eyes. He halts abruptly in front of Groves and meets his wooden expression.
“Do you know of them?”
Groves pops his lips open. “Yes?” He groans and rolls his entire head. He really doesn’t have time for Oppie’s brand of extra difficult bullshit today. “I need to know what you two were doing a mile out.”
“I’ve told you. Science. Conversation. Similar to what you and I are doing at this moment.”
“How so?”
“Teller gave me some advice before we parted.”
Groves perks at this. “What advice?” Intel? Suspicious behavior? Someone to watch out for? He shifts closer to Oppie who mimics him conspiratorially. The scientist winds a lanky arm around Groves, dangling long fingers to drum at his shoulder.
He exhales, the digits of his right hand wrapping a tight knot into Grove’s jacket as if doing so were the only thing keeping him upright. He sniffles, breaths coming more labored. Groves can feel them shuddering through his chest and settling into his throat. He shoves his free palm under his nose, using the curtain of his fingers to block his nostrils.
“Hdg’SCH!” This one comes harsher. Rattling the bony cage of his lungs. Draining what little energy his words seemed to have. His shoulders cinch and he sputters out a few wet coughs. Air whipping back and forth through his lips, voiceless whispers sighing through the desert of his mouth.
“Je--Oppie are you--”
Oppie holds up a finger and gives a sharp shake of his head. Groves falls silent at his serious look.
He pulls close. Close enough for Groves to hear his breaths tinge with a wheeze. Close enough to hear his words bogged down with hints of congestion. Close enough to see the sharper shade of pink his nose had turned since Groves had entered the room.
Oppie speaks.
“There’s a virus going around.” he says, voice cracked and dry like baked desert earth. “Dont,” he rasps, throat bobbing, “get…sick.”
A rough, patchy snuffle and he releases Groves, drifting away as if he’d never touched a hair on his head.
Groves blinks, tiny threads of electricity running from his ears through his limbs like a livewire. It’s not until Oppie has melted away like some sort of molten gas that it hits him.
“Wait--what?”
But Oppie is already smoothing his hat into the proper position and plugging his lips with another cigarette.
“Wait, Oppie, you’re--”
Oppie sucks the newly crowned paper of his cig and closes his eyes, filling the air with its toxicity. He begins to stroll, a tilt in the way he holds himself. A tremor in his voice that only those who know him would notice. He holds up his hand in a mock wave as he departs. “Just making sure you’re in the loop, sir.”
Well. That certainly explains his cranky behavior.
#I crawled out of my windowless hole for this#I just wanted to whump a sarcastic nerd#don't @ me for historical accuracy I know nothing about WW2#ok I'm gonna go binge watch Pky Blinders#snz#snz fic#sicktember#illness#sneeze fic#oppen//heimer#sickfic
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Wonderful surprise
Pairing: Rey Mysterio x Fem reader
Description: You fall for your student's dad Rey after bumping into each other at a gathering then slowly seeing each other again thanks to Dom
One minute you were waving to your friend and the next you were falling and being gently pulled up before you fell locking eyes with a man in a mask who smiles at you thanking him sweetly. The two of you talked for a bit before parting smiling as you drove home hoping to see Rey again not knowing you would later that week when a fight with two of your students broke out, you taught 8th grade and loved your students dearly but there would be two maybe three out of every bunch that would always cause trouble and it broke out fast as you went in the hall to make a phone call to a parent for a student who got sick hearing noise in your class as you hung up until a desk was flung at you and a fight was breaking out "Hey! Both of you quit it!" you realize that one student was Dominik who was a great and wonderful student while the other was a boy named Nick who was always causing some type of trouble throughout school but you always managed to keep him calm just enough but today would not be one of those days as you try to calm him down while dom stood a few feet behind grabbing his shoe that fell off "Listen to me just talk to me what hap-". You didn't get to finish when he tried to swing at dom but you ended up getting punched twice, once in the face and the other in the throat being caught by dom who quickly drags you outside as you try to catch a breath and calm everyone else who was in chaos not knowing that your student Iris ran out and told the nurse Whitney and the principal Richard what happened not knowing what happened until you see whitney on one side of you with dom on the other as rich burst in your class which makes everyone sit down taking nick to the office first then dom who immediately came back to where you were in the hall after telling rich everything losing track of time until you hear a familiar voice as you hold an ice pack to your swollen face and catching your breath without coughing uncontrollably "Mijo what happened I heard you got in a fight" he sighs as he tells his dad what happened as you get up slowly tightly shutting your eyes for a second before walking and standing next to dom "He didn't do anything everyone told me what happened he actually pulled me outside". He looks at you and slowly you notice how familiar his voice was but he wasn't wearing a mask smiling as rich tells the father and son that dom would only be suspended for two days while nick was told he would either be expelled or in order to avoid any legal charges to move schools but he ended up threatening you actually running down the hall and trying to attack you but rey pulled you away behind him while dom punched him square in the face leading nick to be expelled and dom still having two full days suspended thanking the two and you left a few minutes after they did when rich gave you the rest of the day off raising a brow when you find the two right outside the doors waiting for you leading to the next three days of you getting to know the father, son, and Aalyah who loved you instantly and a bond formed between all of you, you smile when you walk in rey's living room to see him with flowers "I was afraid after the divorce with Ang but ever since you've came in my life you've changed it so much for me and the kids" you smile sharing a sweet kiss turning when you hear cheers laughing when you look to see aalyah and dom dancing in the backyard yelling "WE DID IT FINALLY THEY'RE TOGETHER" the two run in hugging you and they were even more excited when five months later the two started helping rey propose to you.
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𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 | 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞
𝗮/𝗻 - yay!! First chapter out now guys!! I’m already half way done with the second chapter, my mind is running wild rn. this chapter is sort of long cause I wanted to get the basic concept out so we can move on with the story. it’s a bit confusing so if you guys have any questions lmk!! also sorry for the lack of soobin this chapter 💔💔
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𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 ▷ | 𝗻𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻
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Something is wrong with you. Ever since winter term has started your memory has been a bit fuzzy. You could be in maths class and then suddenly you’re eating dinner at home. Like some weird time jump. At first, it started small, like jumping to the end of a lesson but as the days progress they’ve been getting further apart. One time you even jumped forward 2 days. To say that this is worrying will be an understatement. No matter how far you look for answers, you can’t seem to find anything; even google let you down.
“Fuck, could it be that I’m dying?” You whisper to no one in particular. Nowadays all you think about during your conscious moments are the weird jumps in your memory. No. You shake your head. You couldn’t possibly be dying, your health otherwise has been perfectly fine.
Could it be head trauma? No. You haven’t done anything dangerous..or maybe you have and you just can’t remember..? You groan into your hands, why is this happening to you?
“Y/N?” You hear your teacher call out, immediately your head shoots up from your hands, almost forgetting that you were indeed in a lesson. The class muffles laughter as the teacher shakes his head.
“Y/N, have you been paying attention?”
“Uh..yeah I have.”
Your economics teacher Mr Cho sighs, giving you another chance to fess up, “Have you really been paying attention?”
You nod ‘yes’ even though it’s blatantly a lie and everyone knows it. It’s just too embarrassing to go back on what you said. Mr Cho shakes his head, “Alright, what are the main objectives of government macroeconomic policy?”
Shit. You awkwardly stand up as your classmates make another poor attempt at stifling their child-like giggles. You shoot them a disgusted look, god what is this? primary school?
“The..um.. the main objectives” you start, dragging your words as if it would do you any good, “The main objectives of the macroeconomic pol—"
RING RING RING
YES!
Saved by the bell. Before Mr Cho could even open his mouth, the students start packing away, some leaving the second the bell rang. You follow the lead, aimlessly throwing your pencils and notebook into your bag. You’ll sort it out later, you just need to get out of his classroom.
But Lady Luck isn’t always on your side, “Y/N, can you stay back?” You hear Mr Cho say sternly. You’re screwed. You mentally facepalm, before slowly turning into dread.
“Do I still need to answer your question?” You say sheepishly, playing with the straps of your backpack.
“That’s not necessary.” He leans against his desk, crossing his arms before his chest, “Y/N, your final exams are approaching and you’ve been zoning out in your lessons.”
“Mr Cho, this was just a one-time occurrence.”
“I’ve spoken to your other teachers, you’ve been zoning out in your other lessons too.” He replies quickly, “Is there anything bothering you?”
Yes.
“No, nothing... I guess I’m just stressed about senior year.” He nods sympathetically. You briefly debate on whether you should tell Mr Cho about your memory gaps. But it’s fruitless, he’ll probably think you’re crazy.
“I understand, but please—“
Click
“Huh?” It happened again. You’ve jumped, secretly thankful that you didn’t have to hear Mr Cho’s speech about responsibility and school/life balance.
You’re greeted with the soft early spring breeze. Sitting outside amid a blooming spring day surrounded by cherry blossoms is an enchanting experience, you’ve always thought so. You feel the gentle breeze blow past you, carrying the petals through the air. The breeze carries the sweet fragrance of the flowers and rustles their delicate petals, and the soft pink and white hues of the cherry blossom trees create a serene and peaceful ambience. The rustling of the leaves and the chirping of the birds add to the tranquillity of the moment. Maybe you could enjoy yourself in a different world. Right now all you can think about is your sanity. Are you truly losing it? From a distance, you spot your friend and classmate Beomgyu with his partner Cat.
“GYU!” You shout across the garden, catching their attention, you give them a small wave as you walk across.
“Hey Y/N!” He greets you simply, offering you some of the crisps he was munching on.
“Gyu what day is it?”
“Uh.” He pauses, checking his smartwatch for the date, “3rd March, 12:47 PM”
‘Okay good, so it’s still the same day...I just jumped a couple of hours.' you pull out your diary. You’ve been keeping note of how often you jump and how long the jump is.
“Are you coming to the cafeteria with us?” Cat asks, you nod your head ‘yes’ following them inside with idle chatter.
The cafeteria as usual was filled to the brim, you’d be lucky to find a seat here, especially during the cold spring afternoons. You pick up a random sandwich and some cookies, following your two friends. I guess a perk of going to an elite school is that the food lives up to the price.
“Guys!” You hear a familiar voice call out. Huh Yunjin, your best friend since forever. You can’t even remember a time without her existing. One thing about Yunjin is that she has no shame, and you love that about her. She’s pretty easy to spot in the crowd, after all, she held an entire open table for you guys, yelling at whoever tried to sit on it. Happily, you walk towards the table, taking the seat in front of her, your other friends following suit. It doesn’t take long for the table to erupt with conversations.
You couldn’t help but notice the empty seat next to you, “Yunjin.” You call out, “Where’s Kai?”
“Kai’s over there with Kang Taehyun.” She says in between chewing, pointing to a table at the back of the cafeteria.
You turn to find your best friend and Taehyun engaging in some pretty deep conversation, deep enough that Kai to still sits there instead of coming to eat lunch with you guys.
“They’ve got some music project,” Beomgyu mentions, making you break your gaze from their table.
You didn’t know much about Kang Taehyun. Sure, you’ve been in the same school since nursery but you’ve never really talked to him. He’s quiet in class and sort of just fades away from social situations. You try to think of the last time you talked to Taehyun. Was it during your primary school graduation? Was it last week when you asked to borrow a pencil?
“What kind of music project?” Haechan asks, sipping on his orange juice. Beomgyu shrugs, “I’m not sure really.”
“ANYWAYS-“ Sakura breaks the small silence that enveloped the table, “So then I was basically 1v1 him and I used the-"
Your eyes keep flickering to Kai and Taehyun, and you aren’t sure why. Seeing them talk is arising some kind of emotion in you, you can’t really place what it is.
Just as you were internally debating to get up to go talk to them the bell rings, eliciting a groan from the table.
“See you guys after lesson.” Your friends say to each other, picking their lunch trays to dispose of. You hastily grab your bag, walking towards Kai, who’s still talking to Taehyun like nothing happened.
“Hey, Hyuka!” You greet your friend, breaking the conversation. Your eyes flicker to Taehyun, “Hey Taehyun.” He offers you a tight-lipped smile.
“You ready to go to lesson?” You ask Kai, who stares at you bewildered, “Is lunch already over?” You nod.
“Aw man, I didn’t get to even eat anything.” He groans, patting his stomach. Before you could say anything, Taehyun pulls out an energy bar from his bag, handing it to Kai. Excitedly the brunette thanked Taehyun, devouring the energy bar.
“Taehyun, you’re in our biology class aren’t you?” You aren’t really sure why you asked, you know he’s in your class. Maybe because it’s too awkward to just hover over them in silence. He nods.
“You should come sit with us Taehyun!” Kai bubbled, grabbing the penguin bag that you got him for his 18th birthday. Your eyes widen involuntarily, surprised at your friend’s suggestion.
“No thanks, I wouldn’t want to be a bother,” Taehyun says, looking right at you. Shit. That was rude of you. You awkwardly look down at your feet, feeling incredibly called out. Thankfully, Kai being oblivious doesn’t notice anything different.
“Please!” He begs, “You wouldn’t bother anyone! Right Y/N?” He beams at you. You nod quickly, trying to rectify the situation.
“Yeah, you should sit with us.” You say too quickly, nodding profusely.
“Okay.” He responds plainly, getting up from the table. Kai being the social creature he is fills you into the conversation he was having with Taehyun earlier.
You learn that Taehyun’s on the football team and that he’s passionate about music. Of course, you learn this from Kai rather than Taehyun, who walks in silence, giving a subtle reaction now and then.
Even as you sit down in the lab, Kai doesn’t stop talking about how cool Taehyun is and how he single handily wrote the lyrics for their music project. You take your seat in between Taehyun and Kai.
“That’s so cool.” You respond, genuinely interested in their project, “Will I get to hear it after you’re done?” Hyuka nods excitedly, telling you his vision for the project.
As the teacher walks in, the class falls into silence with occasional whisper every now and then. During the lesson, you can’t help but think you misread Taehyun. It was quite ignorant of you to think he was boring just because you never really interacted with him.
“Okay class, I’ll be checking everyone’s homework now.” The teacher announces.
Wait what?
Homework? You had homework? Your biology teacher was infamous for punishing people who don’t turn in their homework. Your head snaps to Kai, who calmly removes his homework from his file, “KAI WE HAD HOMEWORK?!” You whisper yell.
“Yeah” he replies, “Have you not done it?” He smiles coyly.
“No!” You exclaim, “I didn’t even know we had homework, when did she give us homework?”
“Last week! You were sat right next to me.” He replies, laughing a little to himself. You narrow your eyes, Kai is always like this. He loves it when you forget about the homework, he says it’s funny to watch you get scolded.
Hurryingly removing your memory jump diary from your bag, your fingers flip through the page looking for the right entry. “What day was it?”
“27th February- what’s that journal?” He tries to glance over your shoulder.
You mumble the date to yourself as you flicker through the pages. 27th February. You skipped the day entirely. No wonder you didn’t know about it.
Taehyun doesn’t pay much attention to what you and Kai are talking about. As if in his own world, he removes his homework and calmly waits for the teacher to get to your shared table.
“God, nowadays my memory has such weird jumps.” Taehyun involuntarily turns to you, as if some foreign subject controlled his body.
“Jumps?” He finds himself asking you, you turn to him surprised. You didn’t think he was listening to your conversation. His eyes fall upon your diary.
<27-28th February I missed two whole days. The last thing I remember was walking home with Yunjin and suddenly I was in pe class on the 29th. This is the longest jump yet. I don’t exhibit any other symptoms. I still hear this clicky sound when I jump.>
“What do you mean by jumps?” Kai asks, intrigued by your unusual statement. You shut your diary, unaware that Taehyun has already read your entry.
“I don’t know how to explain it—“ you try to say but are immediately cut off by Kai hugging you. “What are you doing?” You say whilst pushing him off.
“Is that why you’ve been so spacey?” He exclaims, “You should take better care of your health! You shouldn’t stay up playing games with Sakura and Beomgyu!”
You sigh to yourself. Just as you suspected, it would be illogical to tell your friends. As much as you love your friends and trust them with your life, they just wouldn’t believe you. You wouldn’t believe you either, this is something right out of a comic.
Taehyun looks between you and Kai, the wheels in his brain turning. Could it be that-? Taehyun stopped his thought.
“Y/N.” You looked at your teacher with dread. From your face alone she just knew you haven’t done your homework. “Detention after-school, do the homework 3 times.” You hang your head in defeat, accepting your punishment.
Besides you, Kai laughs to himself, amused by you getting told off. You were too down to shut him up.
“Don’t worry Y/N!” Kai pats your back sympathetically, “You can copy my homework. You’ll be done in an hour.”
“Thanks.” You say sadly, there go your after-school plans. _____________________________As you expected, the library was empty after-school, and even the librarian wasn’t there. Kai’s homework was of no use to you, he got nearly every question wrong. Ultimately you were back at square one. Thankfully with the help of our supreme leader Google, the questions didn’t take you long. The only tedious task was writing it down multiple times.
Before you knew it, the sun had already set. As you walk through the empty hallways of your school, you can't help but feel a sense of eerie solitude. The sun has started to set outside, casting long shadows through the windows and painting the rooms in a warm, golden light.
You can hear the faint creaking of the floorboards as you make your way down the corridor, and the sound of your footsteps echoes through the stillness.
You find yourself looking into your classroom. The rows of desks and chairs are deserted, and the chalkboard at the front of the room is blank. There’s something weird about seeing an environment usually bustling with energy vacant. You gaze out the window, watching as the sun continues to dip lower in the sky, painting the clouds a brilliant shade of pink and orange.
As the minutes pass, the light in the room begins to fade, and the shadows grow longer. You can hear the occasional gust of wind outside, but otherwise, everything is still and silent. You can't help but feel a sense of unease as if you're being watched, but when you look around, there's no one there.
You're walking down the hall, lost in thought when suddenly, you get a distinct feeling that someone is watching you. You turn your head, looking over your shoulder and scanning the area, but there's no one there. You shake your head, trying to dispel the feeling, but it persists. You can't shake the sensation that someone is following you, their gaze fixed on you.
You quicken your pace, turning a corner and almost running into a figure standing just beyond it. With all that sudden movement, your half-open bags decorates the floor with your books. You take a step back, your heart racing as you realize that it's Taehyun, standing there with a curious expression on his face.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he says with a smile, picking up your books and handing them over to you.
You realise that he must be who has been watching you, and you feel a mix of relief and embarrassment. "It's okay," you reply, trying to calm your nerves. “What are you still doing at school?”
“I was just working on the project in the music room,” Taehyun explains, the late afternoon rays beaming on his face. Your eyes light up, is Kai here too? Maybe you can complain about him giving you the wrong homework.
“Is Hyuka here too?”
“No, he left ages ago.” He replies cooly, adjusting his backpack. The awkwardness between the both of you was setting in.
“I have to go home sooo...” you trail off, trying to find an opening to leave. He nods earnestly, “Me too.”
“So...I’m going to go now.” You say awkwardly, rocking back and forth on your heels.
“Y/N?” Taehyun calls out before you can leave, you sigh to yourself before turning back. “We should probably walk together.” He proposes, “It’s getting dark after all.”
Defeated, you nod your head ‘yes’.
The walk with Taehyun was awkward, to say the least. You try to make small talk but the words don't come out quite right, leaving you feeling even more uncomfortable. Taehyun was less than quiet today during lesson, it seemed like it was a chore for him to hang out with you and Kai. Why’s he being friendly now?
“Uh, Taehyun?” You start awkwardly, there’s no easy way to ask the question you’re about to ask, “were you..uh.. following name after school?”
Taehyun blinks at the accusation, unsure how to answer your question, “No, of course not.” He tried to play cool. You pierce your gaze through him, uncertain as to whether he was lying or not.
The silence between you two was deafening, with every step feeling heavier than the last. The air is thick with unspoken thoughts and feelings that neither of you knows how to address. You find yourself shuffling your feet, fidgeting with your hands, and sneaking sidelong glances at each other, hoping for a sign that the other is feeling just as awkward as you are.
“This is my house.” You say as you walk into the driveway. Taehyun nods softly before walking a few steps backwards. “See you tomorrow.” He waves, stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking the other way.
You shut the front door quickly behind you. What the fuck. You take out your phone from your blazer pocket.
‘I need to text Kai’ you think to yourself as you open up the chat between you.
“I’m such an idiot.” You say to yourself, burying your face into your hands.
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“What if he’s vegan?” Beomgyu eyes the cookie jar. “Will I get to keep it then?”
“Shut up Beomgyu.” The sentence flows out of you so easily, it’s like second nature to ask Beomgyu to shut up. “Where does Taehyun usually hang out?” You ask, “Schools going to start soon, I don’t have long.”
“Probably the music room,” Cat responds to your question, dragging their boyfriend away from the cookies
You thank your friends and make your way to the music room. The halls are bustling with students rushing to their classes, laughing and chatting with their friends, and you have to navigate your way through the crowds to get where you need to go.
You weave in and out of groups of students, trying not to bump into anyone or get in their way. You can hear the sound of lockers slamming shut, backpacks rustling, and the occasional burst of laughter. The air is thick with the scent of perfume, cologne, and sweat, and the hum of voices fills your ears.
You keep your eyes focused ahead, trying to spot the music room amidst the chaos. You glance down at your watch, realizing that you're running out of time. You pick up your pace, dodging past groups of students and squeezing through narrow gaps.
As you get closer to the music room, the noise level starts to decrease, and you can hear the sound of someone practising on the piano. You quicken your step, and soon you're standing outside the door.
You take a deep breath and push open the door, stepping into the music room. The room is warm and cosy, with soft lighting and a comfortable atmosphere.
You feel a sense of uneasiness and nervousness. How are you going to apologise to him? Will he accept it?
As you enter, you notice that he is hunched over, his eyes fixed on something on his lap.
"Hey, sorry for yesterday, I didn't mean-" You stop mid-sentence as you realize what he's holding - your diary.
As you approach him, your eyes widen in disbelief as you realize that he has your diary in his hands, and is flipping through the pages. "Wait, is that my diary?"
Taehyun looks up, startled by your presence, and you can see the shame etched on his face. The feeling of betrayal and violation is overwhelming as you catch Taehyun reading your diary. It's a mix of shock and anger, and your mind is racing with questions. How did he find it? Why did he think it was okay to read it?
"What the hell are you doing?" You find yourself raising your voice at him, trying to grab the diary from his hands. He raises his arm higher, refusing to hand you the diary.
“Just let me read some more.” Taehyun reasons, “It’s not a big deal.” He clutches it tightly in his hands, you can see the defiance in his eyes.
Your head goes delirious in anger, NOT A BIG DEAL? This is your jumping diary, a book that has an account of every jump you’ve made these past couple of months. Taehyun probably thinks you’re crazy.
"Not a big deal? That’s MY diary.” You bark, You feel your blood boiling at his lack of respect for your privacy. You can't believe he thinks it's okay to keep something so personal without your permission. “You have no right to keep it."
You're not sure what to do - he's taller and stronger than you, and it's clear that he's not going to give up the diary without a fight.
You try to think of a way to outmanoeuvre him, to get the diary back without resorting to violence. You see an opening and lunge forward, but he's too quick, dodging out of the way and pushing you backwards.
You stumble and fall to the ground, but you're not about to give up. You scramble to your feet and lunge forward again, this time managing to get your hands on the diary. You pull it towards you, but he's still holding on, refusing to let go.
The two of you tug back and forth, the diary caught in the middle. You take a deep breath and focus all your energy on pulling the diary towards you. You can feel your muscles straining as you give it all you've got. Finally, the diary comes free, and you fall backwards, clutching it to your chest.
You let out a relieved laugh, “I knew there was something weird about you—“
Click
Not right now!! This is the worst timing ever. You can’t afford to now, you have to confront. Wait..why can’t you move? Your eyes dart across the room in a panic, everyone else seems normal. You sit frozen in your seat, unable to move your hands or body as if you are trapped in a prison of immobility. The weight of this invisible force presses down on you, making it impossible to reach for a pen or even shift in your chair. You desperately try to break free, but every muscle feels like it's been bound by ropes, leaving you completely powerless. From the corner of your eyes, you see Taehyun, who sits calmly as if the incident in the music room never happened.
The door to the classroom swings open, a sudden hush falls over the students. All eyes turn towards the entrance, eager to catch a glimpse of the new arrival. A moment later, a figure steps into the room, looking around at the sea of faces.
All eyes are fixed on him, drinking in the sight of his chiselled features and tall, broad-shouldered frame. The girls whisper excitedly to each other, giggling and batting their eyelashes, while the boys shoot envious glances at him. It's as if a celebrity has entered the room - everyone seems to be in awe of him. Even the teacher seems momentarily distracted, pausing mid-sentence to take in the newcomer. The atmosphere in the classroom has shifted, charged with a palpable energy of admiration and curiosity.
“Class, we have a new student.” Mr Cho’s voice breaks you back into reality. As you glance over at the new boy in your class, your eyes are immediately drawn to his height and the striking shade of blue in his hair. He towers over the other students, his frame commanding attention even as he tries to blend in. The boldness of his hair colour seems to match his confident demeanour, and you can't help but feel a sense of curiosity about him. You wonder what brought him to this school and what kind of person he is beyond his appearance. Despite his striking features, there's a sense of mystery around him that leaves you eager to learn more.
“Hello, I’m Choi Yeonjun.” The blue hair boy introduces himself, offering a small bow to the class. You can sense magnetic energy emanating from him, and you can't help but feel a little envious of his effortless charm. “Take a seat wherever you like Yeonjun.” Mr Cho smiles at the new boy.
Your heart skips a beat as the new boy approaches your desk, and then you're surprised as he chooses the seat right next to you. You feel a flush of nervous excitement as you catch his eye, noticing the way his electric blue hair seems to sparkle in the light. As he settles into his seat, you can't help but feel conscious of the way your own hair is a mess, and you quickly run your fingers through it in an attempt to tame it.
“Hi.” He smiles at you, extending out his hand. You subconsciously feel the gaze of all your classmates looking at you. Involuntarily, your hand reaches out to shake his.
Click
You let out a heavy breath. Good, you can move again. Your eye flickers back to Taehyun’s desk. He’s gone. Shit, where did he go?
You suddenly become aware that you've been holding Yeonjun's hand for too long.
What started as a casual touch has turned into an extended grasp, and you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you realize your mistake. You quickly release his hand, hoping he hasn't noticed the length of the contact. As you glance over at him, you see a faint smirk on his face, and you wonder if he's caught on to your embarrassment. You try to act as if nothing has happened, but your heart is still racing from the unexpected intimacy. You can't help but wonder what it would be like to hold his hand again, but you push the thought aside and focus on the task at hand.
"Oh, sorry," you say, quickly releasing his hand.
"It's okay," He replies, but you can tell he’s a little taken aback.
You feel a flush of embarrassment creep up your neck, and you can't meet his gaze.
Wait. This is not the time to get flustered by the new kid. You need to find Taehyun, where did he go?
As the lesson drags on, you can feel your frustration mounting. All you can think about is confronting Taehyun. You glance around the room, trying to come up with a plan. You know you can't just blurt out your feelings in the middle of class, but you can't wait until the end of the period either.
Finally, you decide to make a move. You quietly gather your things and begin to make your way to the door, hoping to catch your classmate in the hallway. As you inch closer to the exit, you feel a pang of guilt for leaving in the middle of the lesson, but your desire to confront him is too strong.
Just as you're about to slip out the door, Mr Cho calls out your name. You freeze, feeling a rush of panic. You turn to face him, trying to act casual, but you know you've been caught.
"Is everything okay?" Your teacher asks, his brow furrowed in concern.
You mumble a quick excuse about needing to use the restroom, hoping to buy yourself some time. But as you turn to leave, you can feel the eyes of your classmates on you, and you wonder if they suspect what's really going on.
The halls were deserted, and the only sounds were the echoes of your footsteps and the sound of your racing heartbeat. You knew that you were risking getting caught by one of the teachers or security guards, but you didn't care. All you could think about was finding Taehyun and getting your diary back.
As you made your way down the empty hallways, you kept your eyes peeled for any signs of life. You tried to move as quietly as possible, taking small, measured steps, and avoiding any loose floorboards or creaky spots. You could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins, and your senses were on high alert.
As you rounded a corner, you heard footsteps coming from the opposite end of the hallway. You quickly ducked behind a row of lockers and held your breath, hoping that whoever it was wouldn't notice you. The footsteps came closer and closer, and you could see the shadow of a teacher approaching. You held your breath, trying not to make a sound, as the teacher passed by without noticing you.
You were not entirely sure where Taehyun was, but you knew he wasn’t stupid enough to go back to the music room. Where else would a teenager go if they were bunking lesson? The library?
After the teacher had passed, you quickly made your way down the hall towards the library. When you finally reached the library, you peeked through the window to see if anyone was inside. The room was dark and quiet, and you couldn't see anyone. Taking a deep breath, you slowly opened the door and slipped inside.
The library was dimly lit, and the only sound was the rustling of pages as students flipped through books. You scanned the room, looking for any sign of Taehyun. You couldn't see him at first, but then you caught a glimpse of a figure hiding behind a bookshelf. You made your way over to the bookshelf, and as you got closer, you could see that it was Taehyun.
“Taehyun.” You call out his name in a whisper yell, making sure not to raise your voice in a library. You don’t want to draw any attention to yourself.
“Y/N, look I can explain.” Taehyun tries to reason, stepping a few steps back. You could tell that he was sincere, and your anger began to dissipate. You took a deep breath, trying to calm down.
“Try to explain what? That you have no respect for my—“
“When you were in class did you feel like you couldn’t move?” He says suddenly, grabbing hold of your shoulders.
“What?”
“And then suddenly you shook Yeonjun’s hand even though you didn’t mean to?” Your head tilts back in confusion, how does he know? “Let me show you something.” He says, grabbing your arm and dragging you to the opposite bookshelf. He pulls out a book with a flowery cover from the top shelf, blowing the dust away.
“What’s this?” You puzzled, gently taking the book from him. You stare at the cover. Law of attraction, it read. The cover was simple, the typical cover of a romance manhwa.
“Just open it” He insists, so you do. Eagerly opened the book but as you flipped through the pages, you were confused to find that every page was completely blank.
You blinked, rubbed your eyes, and checked the cover to make sure you had the right book. “It’s empty.” You say. You were surprised, wondering what it could mean. But as you continued to flip through the pages, you see a couple of drawn panels. You blink in confusion. It can’t be, can it?
It was Yeonjun, standing in front of the classroom. No no. It isn’t Yeonjun… it’s just someone that looks just like him. Your eyes move on to the next panel where he sits down next to illustration of a girl with h/c hair, offering his hand to her. Wait..that happened to you…
You immediately flick back to the character page. It was clearer than day; An illustration of a tall boy with blue locks, Choi Yeonjun, main character. Your mouth hangs open..what is this? Next to him is a beautiful girl with long black hair, Yun Misun, main lead. Misun? Who’s she? You’ve never seen her around school before. On his left, there’s a illustration of a figure that had an alarming resemblance to you, L/N Y/N, second lead. SECOND LEAD? You’re the second lead?
Your head was starting to hurt. You imagined yourself pining for the main lead, trying to win his affection, but always falling short. You envisioned yourself in dramatic scenes, heartbroken and alone, as the main characters enjoyed their happily ever after. What is this? Second lead? How can you, L/N Y/N the most popular girl in school be the second lead?
“What is this?” You say, your voice barely audible. You feel like you’re going to be sick. “You’re trying to tell me we live in a manhwa?”
Taehyun nods his head slowly, “Look I know it’s a lot to take in, but at least you know you aren’t losing your mind.” He says, motioning you to sit down on the floor before you pass out. “Those weird memory gaps you’re having? It’s because of the time skips to start the actual story.”
“Why are there time skips only now?” You ask, sitting down beside him. “I haven’t had any of them before.”
“You have, we all have.” He answers, your furrow your brows in confusion, “Only now that you’re conscious, you can actually experience them.”
“This is making my head hurt.” You bury your head into your head in confusion, hoping this is all a bad dream.
You sit there in silence for a while, Taehyun remaining patient with you.
“So I’m the second lead?” You break the silence after you’ve calmed down a bit, looking at the strawberry-haired boy next to you. He nods. “How can I be the second lead?”
Taehyun lets out a small laugh, “Well it isn’t surprising you aren’t the main lead.” You glare at him, only causing him to laugh louder, eliciting glances from other students. “Think about it Y/N, you come from a rich happy background, you’re popular, you have like a hundred admires at school. Your character doesn’t have more depth than that.”
“What.” You sit straighter, “That’s so much depth, it shows that I’m multitalented. Who’s Misun anyway?”
“I’m not surprised you haven’t noticed her.” He laughs, “She’s the quiet girl in our art class, the one who creates those hyperrealistic paintings.”
You stare blankly at Taehyun, the girl still not ringing a bell. He sighs, “What I’m getting at is that Misun is a scholarship student, she’s an orphan, she works 3 jobs alongside going to school, she’s paying off her dead father's debt and lives with her abusive aunt.”
“She just sounds like too much emotional baggage.” You retort.
“She’s the typical female lead, this is a romance manhwa. It’s nothing if not cliches.” Taehyun explains.
‘Fair enough’ you thought. Your mind is racing at the possibility of actually being in a comic book. How can that even be possible?
As you sat inside the library, you felt a knot in your stomach as you spiralled into the rabbit hole of being in a manhwa, you realised you had so much more to ask Taehyun. You looked over at him, hoping to catch his attention, but the bell suddenly rang, signalling the start of the next lesson.
You hesitated for a moment, considering whether to tell him now or wait until lunch. With a sigh, you decided to wait, knowing that there would be more time to talk during your break.
You quickly said goodbye to Taehyun, asking him to meet you here during lunch and made your way to your next class, your mind still racing with thoughts about your recent discovery.
As you sat in class, your mind was elsewhere. You were still in disbelief after finding out that you were the second lead in a manhwa. It was a weird surreal feeling as if the lines between reality and fiction had been blurred. You had always been a fan of manhwas, but you never expected to find yourself as a character in one.
As the teacher droned on about history, you couldn't help but daydream about the manhwa. You imagined yourself in the pages, your character interacting with the main lead. But the more you thought about it, the more you realized the implications of being the second lead. It meant that you were destined to have your heart broken, to watch as the main lead found love with someone else.
The thought was crushing, and you felt a pang of sadness in your chest. It was one thing to read about heartbreak in a manhwa, but it was another to know that it was your own fate.
You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts. This was just a silly coincidence, you told yourself. But deep down, you couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed. The world seemed a little less real now.
Meanwhile, Taehyun sits still in the library, trying to go over everything he needs to tell you now that you know. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like for you to wake up one day and find out you live in a manhwa, though he’s glad you took it well.
Taehyun can’t remember a time when he wasn’t conscious; aware of the reality of his fate. It started when he was 5 when he noticed that he kept being displaced; he’d be playing in the morning then all of sudden he’s being tucked into bed. And as all curious kids do, he asked his parents about it. They laughed, thinking it was just kids being kids but little did they know. At some point, Taehyun just accepted that this was his reality, a regular occurrence for him to be skipping through time.
He also remembers the first day he found manhwa, while he was in the library playing hide and seek with his friends. Some shiny shimmering object caught the corner of his eye, his curiosity persisted and he left his hiding spot to go find out what it was. It didn’t take long for little Taehyun to put two and two together, his suspicions were confirmed once he saw a sketch of himself on the character page Kang Taehyun, Yeonjun’s ally. An extra.
“Taehyun?” He snaps out of his daze, looking up to see your standing figure, with two cupcakes in your hands.
“Oh hey.” He smiles, motioning you to sit down. You hand him a cupcake.
“Did you not go back to class?” You ask, the pink-haired man shakes his head no, “Won’t people notice you’re gone?”
“No, I’m just an extra.” He says, biting into the cupcake. “This is really good.” He hums, going in for a larger second bite.
“How long have you known?” You ask abruptly, looking into his doe-like eyes.
“Since I was 5.” You gasp. How could he have not gone completely crazy? It had only been a couple of weeks for you and you were going crazy because you couldn’t tell your friends.
“And..and you haven’t told anyone?” You ask tentatively. He nods, not seeming bothered at all.
“Well except you of course.” He responds, “Who could I tell? People would think I’m crazy.” You find yourself agreeing with him, understanding where he’s coming from.
He notices your drop in mood and nudged you with his shoulder. Taehyun tries to lighten the mood and says, "It's not your fault. I'm pretty good at hiding my emotions."
You shake your head, feeling a sense of responsibility. "I’m sorry you had to go through that alone."
“Don’t worry about it.” He shoots you a small smile. “Now, I have a lot to tell you.” He changes the subject smoothly.
“That feeling where you’re being controlled and do stuff out of your free will is called the stage, like this morning with the new kid.” Taehyun explains, “Right now we’re in the shadow, we are free to do whatever we want to.”
“We can do anything we want?” You ask with shining eyes, your mind going wild with ideas. This means you could stay in bed longer, that you wouldn’t need to do your homework or hell- you don’t even need to come to school.
“Yeah basically. Nothing you do really has an effect. What you do in the shadow doesn’t translate to the stage.” He continues, brushing the stray hairs from his face again. “If you spilt coffee on yourself now, the stain would be gone when you’re on stage or when you jump.”
“So if I start dancing in class it won’t have an impact?” You propose, wanting to make sure your actions won’t have consequences. “People won’t remember after the scene changes?”
“Well..the rules are a bit fuzzy on that..” He trails off, “They tend to remember some things and sometimes they don’t. But that doesn’t mean you go around acting abnormal. They’ll start noticing if you keep acting up.”
“Ooooo, what did you do Taehyun?” You tease, playfully nudging him with your shoulder.
“Well I just found out I was in a manhwa, I had to test the waters.”
“What about conversations? If I talk to my friends about something, will they not remember in the next scene?” You ask, slightly worried. Did this mean you can’t make any new relationships with people?
“Again.. it depends. If you try to give them consciousness it won’t work right away. You’ll probably have to keep trying over and over again.” Taehyun answers, looking into your eyes. “It’s probably because it’s a foreign subject to them. Think of us as little computer programs. If you’re talking to them about something familiar like another classmate or a game you’re playing, they’ll remember because they’re coded for that. But if you try to give them consciousness it won’t compute.”
“Well, that’s okay! I’m persistent, I’ll make sure they’re conscious.” You laugh, trying to act nonchalant. But actually the thought of your friends being empty sort of terrified you. It means your relationship and years with them meant nothing.
“NO! You can’t do that!” He exclaims, causing a few heads to turn towards you.
You shoot the students an apologetic look before turning to Taehyun, “What, why not?”
“It’s dangerous. Have you not watched the Matrix?”
“Yeah I have—“
“So then you should understand. People have different personalities, they might not take it as well as we have, especially if they aren’t satisfied with their role.” He cuts you off, running his hands through his hair. “How would you feel if you woke up and found out you aren’t even an extra, you’re just some background character who has no impact? We are characters in a comic, our only function is to go along with the story.” He rants on. You sit quietly, taking in what he’s saying.
“My job is to support Yeonjun and yours is to be his love interest. Some people have no impact on the story. Like..your friends Sakura and Haechan! Can you imagine how they’ll feel if you tell them they have no meaning to their life? They’ll be heartbroken.” He finishes, his eyes glued to you.
“So you’re telling me it’s better they just live in ignorance?” You reply quickly. You understand where Taehyun is coming from but just the thought of you doing that to your friends makes you feel sick. It isn’t fair that you get to be aware and they don’t.
“At least that way they have a purpose. Promise me you won’t give anyone consciousness, it’s dangerous.” The look in Taehyun’s eyes tells you it’s not time to joke around. He means what he said and it’s best if you just agreed with him.
“Fine… I won’t.” You reluctantly agree. Maybe later when he calms down you can bring it up again? Then maybe he’ll see your point of view.
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