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What is OUTER WILDS?
Rated overwhelmingly positive on Steam, ĚOUTÎR WâLDS is a first-person open-world exploration puzzle-mystery game developed by MOBIUS DIGITAL and published by ANNAPURNA INTERACTIVE. It follows the story of an unnamed âHEARTHâANâ alien on their inaugural flight to space, attempting to unravel the mysteries of the NâĚOMÎI, the advanced and enigmatic precursor race that died long before the Hearthiansâ lives.
Promotional screenshot on Steam - the VILLAGE, the LAUNCH PAD, and the OBSERVATORY on TIMBER HEARTH
Progression through Outer Wilds is entirely knowledge-based, and no upgrades, items, or collectibles are ever obtained over the course of the game - thus, every spoiler is less of the game to play, and Outer Wilds can be played only once.
Mobius Digital website - a mysterious NOMAI SETTLEMENT
Outer Wilds depends on cycles - such as the endless trade of sand between THE HOURGLASS TWINS, or the shattering crust of BRITTLE HOLLOW. The game is designed so that, in order to access locations and information, the âwhereâ is just as important as the âwhenâ - go to a location at the wrong time, and the information contained may be unavailable. However, as these are cycles, all changes will eventually reverse. The player is never given objectives, quest-lines, or other linear paths or directions - instead, your navigation of this MYSTERIOUS SOLAR SYSTEM is driven only by your own curiosity.
Mobius Digital website - RIEBECK on BRITTLE HOLLOW
WHAT IS THE EYE OF THE UNIVERSE? WHY DID THE NOMAI BUILD THE RUINS ON EMBER TWIN? WHAT LURKS IN THE OMINOUS DARK BRAMBLE? WHAT IS THE TIE BETWEEN YOU AND THESE LONG-DEAD ALIENS?
Be wary, Traveller, for the answers you seek may be greater than you ever predicted...
Game asset - the Hearthiansâ SOLAR SYSTEM
Outer Wilds is rated ages 10+, and is available on Steam for about 25 dollars. The Steam page (such as the official game summaries and descriptions) may contain spoilers, so caution is advised.
Steam - part of the Steam page with spoilers boxed out (these are not all spoilers on the Steam page - the trailers and larger game description can contain spoilers too!)
OUTER WILDS IS NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH TH3 0UT3R W0RLDS.
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Mark my words.- o.piastri
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summary: mark slips up about your marriage.
pairing: oscar piastri (no.81) x fem! rb!mechanic! wife! reader
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He crossed the finish line, and you couldnât help the smile on your face. Sure, Checo had crashed in the last lap and Max had gotten p6. Not a good result, but then again, thatâs what you had told Christian would happen if he didnât let you build the car.Â
You were Adrianâs protege. You were the next Newey. Christian was just too focused on the past.Â
âFuck!â he groaned, slamming his headset on the desk.Â
âI told you so,â you sighed, leaving him at the desk and running to the parc fermĂŠ. Oscar would be coming through in mere minutes, and you wanted to be there to see him. Secretly dating another teamâs driver wasnât easy, but you two made it work. You were both lowkey about things, even though youâd been married for about a year now. You stood beside Nicole, far away from your own team, but you didnât really care. You wanted to see the light in his eyes when he came up to his mum and you.Â
Nicole wrapped her arms around you, cheering as you both relived the moment that Oscar had won. Oscar Piastri, 2 time Gran Prix winner. Heâd proven himself time and time again, he wasnât a second driver, and McLaren now had a difficult choice to make.Â
But all that was for another day. Today was about Oscar.Â
He ran over to the team, finally spotting his mum and you beside her. You could see from his eyes that he was smiling. She pulled him into a tight hug.Â
âYou did it!â she cheered, holding him close. âIâm so proud of you.â
He pulled off his helmet, smiling at her. âThanks mum, love you loads,â he smiled, then turned his attention to you. âNot bad, eh?â
You smirked. âNot bad Piastri.â
âNot bad for you either, Piastri,â he smirked as you rolled your eyes.Â
âGo get weighed idiot, Iâll catch you in the airport, yeah?â
âWouldnât miss you for the world,â he winked, then walked off to continue the celebrations.Â
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You woke up the next morning, sore, with Oscar beside you. You groaned as you turned over, shutting off his alarm. âOsc,â you yawned.Â
âShush,â he whispered. âFive more minutes.â
âOscar, we need to get up,â you reminded him, but he just tightened his grip on your waist. âCome on Osc, I need a shower.â
He smirked and you rolled your eyes, not missing his innuendo. âI could-â
âWe did enough of that last night, give me time to recover,â you laughed. âWorth a shot,â he smiled. âAlright, Iâll start on some breakfast.â
He pressed his lips to yours in a sweet greeting (also short because his breath stinks in the morning) and you went your separate ways. This weekend was Singapore, and you knew how tough it was on every driver, engineer, and mechanic. Singapore was always the race you dreaded. It was unpredictable and hot. Way too hot.Â
You came out of the shower to see Oscar pacing the kitchen, on the phone with a very stressed Mark. âNo I understand that, but I thought they wouldnât hear us⌠I-I didnât mean to-â
âOscar, itâs too late mate. Youâd better just come out with it, or get your mum to, or something. People are getting really confused and they think Y/n is your sister or something,â Mark sighed
You burst out laughing, making Oscar laugh.Â
âThey think weâre siblings?â you laughed. âWhat the fuck?â
âYou did call her âPiastriâ to be fair mate,â Mark chuckled.
âWell that is her second name!â he defended.
âOsc, just post our wedding photos or something,â you shrugged. âOr we could just let people speculate.â
âSorry baby, but I donât really love the idea of people thinking youâre one of my sisters,â he mocked, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer.Â
You shrugged, grabbing a piece of toast he'd made you. âI donât care, Iâm just an insignificant engineer from RedBull.â
He rolled his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. âYouâre so helpful,â he responded sarcastically.
âUsing sarcasm as a defence mechanism because you donât want to admit youâre the breadwinner of the family? How humble and noble of you,â you laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek and squeezing his ass, making him jump.Â
âI hate it when you do that,â he scoffed, batting your hand away. You knew he loved it.Â
âAnyways, whatâs our action plan lads?â Mark asked.Â
âUp to you,â you shrugged. âI donât care.â
âWill I post on twitter and act like itâs been common knowledge?â He suggested.
âMate, no one would believe that. Youâre known for keeping things secret and being nonchalant, just do that,â Mark laughed.Â
âSounds good to me,â you nodded. âThanks Mark.â
âSee you in Singapore,â he sighed and you grained as Oscar hung up the phone.Â
âFucking Singapore,â you groaned.Â
âI know,â he nodded in agreement. âHopefully this year I wonât be as ill.â
âLetâs fucking hope so,â you smoothed down his hair. âYou need to start brushing your hair baby. Itâs so awful in the mornings.â
His lips became a line and he nodded. âHumbling me isnât always necessary,â he breathed out and wrapped his arms around you, grabbing your ass as he pressed kisses on your face and neck. âBut it is appreciated,â he finished sarcastically, as you pushed him off giggling.Â
âYouâd appreciate it more if you took the advice,â you muttered, taking a bite of your toast.Â
He shook his head, chuckling. âHowâd I get so lucky?â he pressed a kiss to your cheek.Â
You shrugged. âBy using the dark arts?â you teased and he just laughed.Â
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You walked into the Singapore paddock with Lando, deep in conversation about his upcoming birthday party. You usually werenât photographed all that often in the paddock, and when you were, itâs usually because you were beside a driver or someone more important, mostly because you were known to ruin photos. Holding up your middle finger, threatening to flash the camera, etc, itâs what has made you a Gen Z favourite. You also refused to go up on the podium, no matter how many times Max asked. You were pretty low-key about everything, it worked well.Â
âSo I was definitely thinking a DJ, but what about the dress code? Should it be casual? Business casual? Black tie?â he questioned.Â
You rolled your eyes. âClub attire Lando, itâs being held at a club, let people dress like theyâre going to a club.â
He nodded, as if heâd never thought of that. âYouâre a genius!â
âYouâre a fucking idiot,â you sighed as he walked off to the McLaren motorhome.Â
You walked off to the RedBull motorhome, noticing more cameras on you than normal. Most people just left you alone, it wasnât often that the camera followed you (mostly because of your aforementioned behaviour), but tonight they wouldnât let up.Â
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Even as you sat in the pitlane, chatting to Daniel, you were still being recorded.Â
âDo you know what this whole thing is about?â you asked Daniel and he looked at you like you were crazy.Â
âHave you not seen what Mark posted?â he asked, his eyes wide.Â
âWhat the fuck did he post?â you asked, rushing to get your phone out.Â
And there it was. Mark had announced it for you.Â
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tagged: oscarpiastri , reallyy/n
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aussiegrit: These two crazy kids were too busy being in love (and winning races) to tell you guys that theyâre married! Love you two xxx
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alexalbon: oh oscarâs going to go mad.
landonorris: marks time of death: now.
oscarpiastri: I WANTED TO POST FIRST
oscarpiastri: THIS SHIT IS UNFAIR. FUCK YOU MARK -> reallyy/n: someone will be sent to the stewards if you don't stop with the language...
pierregasly: it still freaks me out that they're MARRIED and 22 and 23. like wtf. -> kikagomez: đ -> pierregasly: ... -> user82: SHE CLOCKED YOU I FEAR
user93: I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS (no i'm not.)
user22: THIS IS SO ADORABLE WTF
sebvettel: good memories! officiating was such a blast! -> user883: SEB OFFICIATED? -> user21: it makes sense, y/n has been super close with the schumachers and seb since she was a kid because of her dads job as a mechanic in f1. he worked for ferrari from the 1980s to around 2015. -> user02: LORE DROP?????
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âThat dickhead!â you cursed. âIâm going to go find Osc, Iâll be right back.â
He nodded and sent you on your way. You had to tell Oscar, he definitely didnât know yet, right? He was going to lose it at Mark, he wanted to be the one to post, he wan-
And you walked into someone. Someone wearing papaya. Oscar wearing papaya. Oscar.Â
âDid you see?!â âDid you see?!â
You both chuckled, then remembered the situation.Â
âIâll kill him for you if you want?â you offered and he just smiled.Â
âIt had to come out somehow,â he shrugged. âThough, those arenât the pictures Iâd pick.âÂ
âWe all know what pictures youâd pick,â Lando interjected, winking at you. Oscar elbowed him. âI meant your wedding pictures!â âYeah, right,â you scoffed. âAnyway, we can call him later and kill him together. Sounds good?âÂ
He nodded, wrapping a hand around your waist, the other landing on your ass. âSounds great.âÂ
He quickly pressed his lips to yours, feeling all of the cameras on him, but still not caring. âLove you.â
âLove you too,â you smiled before walking away, back to your conversation with Daniel.Â
Mark was going to get murdered, that was just a fact. Mark your words.
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So a bit of background first for our international followers: Clive Palmer is one of Australia's many mining billionaires who like to meddle in our country's politics, and as such he is utterly despised by all of Australia.
Picture for context:
He is most commonly known online by the title "Fatty McFuckhead", (problematic as it may be) because he tried to sue a youtuber for $500,000 for calling him that - and he lost. So the name stuck.
Up until his most recent foray into parliament, the legally certified Fuckhead was best known for his batshit business ventures, such as attempting to build "The Titanic 2" (failed) and trying to build a dinosaur theme park (also failed, but at least nobody got eaten by a T-Rex in this one).
For a very long time Clive played the role of sugar daddy to Australia's largest conservative party, the ironically named Liberal Party, until they had a falling out in 2012 after Clive claimed there was too much money influencing politics (lol), at which point he started his own party, days after saying he totally quit and wasn't fired and he only left because he didn't want to be a distraction.
His initial run at parliament was actually kinda successful, with Palmer's group winning 4 seats, plus a member from the "Motoring Enthusiasts Party" joined them too after accidentally getting elected and not knowing what the fuck to do.
Despite this initial success however, Palmer's party (which ran on basically no platform other than "I'm rich") hit an iceberg (titanic 2 achieved) and seven elected state and federal politicians quit within the first year.
By the time the next federal election rolled around, only one Palmer party candidate was still running for re-election. The most successful of this group - Jaquie Lambie - quit to sit as an independant and is still in parliament today.
Here she is with a painting of herself strangling Clive (she sells signed copies of this)
And here the senator is posting about liking sausage:
Anyway, we're getting to the point: which is the yellow posters. By the 2016 election, just two years after forming, the party was in complete freefall. It won just 0.01% of the vote at their second election, and it was announced shortly after that Clive was quitting politics and the party was being shut down. Australia breathed a sigh of relief.
It was, of course, short lived.
Clive, in desperate need of attention, restarted the party for the 2019 election, fielding candidates in every seat and spending $60 million in advertising in an attempt to win votes.
Every single candidate lost.
It was in this campaign however that Australia really started to fall out of love with Palmer, because most of that $60 million went towards putting up the world's least compelling marketing billboards on almost every single free space in the country.
For a good six months this was basically the only thing you would see in Australia if you went outside:
Clearly Graphic design is his passion. And yes, the genius did just straight up try and copy Trump's homework while changing a few words, hoping nobody would notice.
Very quickly these all got vandalised and it seemed the ad companies didn't care enough to replace them.
We could go on posting examples, there are thousands, but the best is definitely the one Ikea put up shortly after Clive lost the election:
In 2022, Clive's party contested the election AGAIN, this time also opting to send millions on spam text messages to every person in Australia begging for people to vote for him, as well as buying almost every youtube ad for a year, at the cost of $100 million.
He won a whopping one seat.
During this election Clive ran on an anti-lockdown, anti-vax platform with the slogan "freedom, freedom, freedom". That message, however, was slightly undermined when his goons, dressed in 'Freedom!' shirts, made national news for trying to beat up a protester who turned up at a rally dressed as an annoying text message, shouting "pay your workers" at Clive.
As if that wasn't bad enough, at another rally Clive knocked himself unconscious while trying to jump up on stage, and then a few weeks later was rushed to hospital with covid, while his anti-vax ads were still in regular rotation on TV, at which point it was also leaked to the press that Palmer had been alledgedly trying to buy Hitler's car.
Utterly humiliated, the party deregistered again shortly after the election.
Can't wait until he runs again in 2025.
Anyway, on the other "Clive tweeting Miss Kobayashi's Dragon" thing, we have no idea what that means but here's a screencap:
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Safety in Your Arms
Logan Howlett x Female!Reader Rating: M (Mature but as always-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT) Warnings: Cursing, threats of violence, stranger danger i.e. stalking but don't worry Logan saves the day Word count: A bit over 2k Synopsis: Logan protects you from the unwanted advances of another man and shows protectiveness and care you didn't know he had for you. Authorâs note: I'm thinking this might need a part two, let me know what y'all think- I hope you enjoy! P.S. I do not have a taglist! Instead if you would like to be notified when I post new fics follow my side blog @jo-writes-fanfic and turn your post notifications on! Comments and reblogs make my day! Logan Howlett Masterlist Main Masterlist
There was a cold panic that shot down your spine. Fight or flight, youâd learned the technical term, but now experienced it for yourself.Â
The five minute walk between your work and your apartment had never felt so long. It all started with a creepy customer- which was a regular occurrence at your job- but this customer took it far beyond creepy.Â
He tried to make too much small talk, stared too much, made a few too many over the line comments, and was entirely too pushy when asking for your phone number. Your one male coworker escorted him out and you thought that was the end of it.Â
Hours went by, you assured your coworkers multiple times that you were fine and you were safe, and eventually you were the last one left to close and lock up.Â
But only one block away from your workplace, you had the feeling of being watched- of being followed. And it was just your luck that your phone was dead and youâd forgotten your charger at home.
You changed your route, taking one that was a bit longer but also more well lit and populated. With a glance back you confirmed your worry, that it was in fact the same creepy guy from hours before.Â
Your heart pounded with terror as you contemplated every option for safety. Your apartment building required a code to enter, so you sped your walk, hoping if you slipped into the building and shut the door behind you that it would be enough.Â
âHey,â the manâs voice called out, but you refused to look back.Â
Your apartment building was within sight, but the manâs catcalls and jeers were also getting louder and closer.Â
âHey, câmere pretty lady! Iâve got somethinâ for ya!âÂ
Your whole body shuddered in fear. Your next door neighbor stepped outside of the front door of the apartment building and you nearly sobbed in relief.Â
âLogan!â you called out.Â
He looked up in surprise, but his expression quickly turned to concern as he saw the stress in your entire demeanor.Â
You practically ran to him and threw your arms around his torso in a hug he clearly did not expect. He hugged you back, but you felt him stiffen as he looked behind you.Â
That was one thing about Logan, he was extremely perceptive and quick to notice any form of danger.Â
âHey bub, what can I do for you?â he said to the man behind you in a gruff tone that was not at all welcoming as he gently maneuvered you so that you stood safely behind him.Â
You gripped Loganâs strong bicep as you peered around his shoulder at the stalker.Â
âI was just-âÂ
âJust nothinâ. You better leave her alone,â Logan interrupted.Â
âCâmon, I was just inviting the pretty lady to have a good time. Does he speak for you?â the creep asked as he made eye contact with you. The malice in his eyes made your heartbeat spike again.Â
âYeah, heâs my boyfriend,â you said nervously.Â
He glanced between you and Logan as if uncertain.Â
âShe just told you, sheâs mine- so fuck off,â Logan growled. A different kind of shiver went down your spine.Â
âYou live here?â the man asked.Â
âNo,â Logan growled before you could even open your mouth. âBut I do, and if I see you around here again itâll be a problem.âÂ
The man looked at Logan and finally seemed to take in the gravity of the situation, the danger that the large muscled man protecting you could pose.Â
He gulped and nodded, yielded a step back as Logan took a step forward- muscles tense and fist clenched.Â
The man turned and scurried away. You took your first full deep breath in several long minutes.Â
Logan watched the man until he was completely out of view before he turned to you. He placed a large comforting hand on your shoulder and you looked up at him with tears in your eyes.Â
âPrincess,â he said in a gentle voice.Â
He pulled you into a hug as a tear fell from your eye and made its way down your cheek. You were enveloped in his warmth and woodsy masculine scent and finally felt safe.Â
âThanks for pretending to be my boyfriend,â you said as you pulled back and wiped the tears from your eyes.Â
âAnytime,â he said with a smirk. Your breath caught and you bit your lip as you looked up at him and saw such care and concern on his handsome face.Â
âWho was that guy?â he asked.Â
You shrugged, âSome crazy customer from earlier today, my coworker made him leave, but I guess he came back and waited until I was leaving aloneâŚ.âÂ
Loganâs brow furrowed and he gritted his teeth. âThat motherfucker,â he growled, âIâm walking you to and from work tomorrow.âÂ
âYou donât have to-âÂ
âNo, I do. And Iâll do it until Iâm sure he isnât gonna bother you anymore. And if he shows up againâŚâ he trailed off as his claws extended from his fist in an action that seemed involuntary due to his rage.Â
A shiver ran down your spine. You had no idea Logan felt so protective over you.Â
âThank you,â you said in a soft voice, âI appreciate it.âÂ
This was not helping your ridiculous crush on your neighbor. From the minute he moved in with your friend Wade, you had heart eyes for him.Â
The Wolverine, he took your breath away without even trying. With his large stature, huge muscles, and handsome face- you were a goner. It didnât matter that he was older, way out of your league, and generally altogether grumpy. You were head over heels for him, and you were certain he had never noticed you before, that he merely thought you were Wadeâs annoying friend.Â
But you adored him, you adored the gentle heart you knew he buried under that gruff exterior, and displays of protectiveness such as this only proved what an amazing person you already knew he was.Â
âIâm headed to meet Wade at the bar, dâyou wanna come?â he offered.Â
You nodded eagerly, not wanting to be alone after the stress of the day.Â
âLead the way,â you said with a smile.Â
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âLook who I brought,â Logan said as you walked behind him into the bar and approached a booth in the back corner.Â
He stepped to the side so your friends could see you. Wade, Vanessa, and Dopinder sat at the table, already laughing and drinking beer.Â
Wade gasped dramatically and exclaimed, âPrincess Cupcake!âÂ
You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your lips betrayed you and showed your amusement.Â
âHey Wade,â you replied then greeted the others.Â
âWhat? No comeback? Iâm hurt! Whatâs wrong?â he asked, speaking in that way too fast pattern that was his norm.Â
Logan placed a hand on your back and leaned down closer to your ear as he asked quietly, âYou wanna sit down? I can get you a drink- what do you want?âÂ
You smiled and sat down as you were told and told him your drink order.Â
Wade wiggled his non-existent eyebrows at you in a rather suggestive manner.Â
âWhatâs up between you and peanut? Did you finally fu-âÂ
âNo,â you interjected quickly.Â
âWade, sheâs clearly upset and Logan is helping her,â Vanessa said as she elbowed her boyfriend.Â
You sighed and explained the events of your afternoon. During your explanation Logan came back to the table with two drinks and sat next to you. His large form crowded you into the corner of the booth, but you didnât mind.Â
âThat motherfucker,â Wade said in anger at the end of your story. Vanessa gave you a look of solidarity, you knew she had experienced plenty of creepy men in her life.Â
âThatâs what I said,â Logan replied, clearly somewhat amused.Â
âWe should kill him,â Dopinder said.
âCalm down wannabe-vigilante,â you muttered which caused everyone to chuckle.Â
âDonât worry cupcake, ole honey badger and I will make sure youâre safe,â Wade reassured.Â
You nodded and said, âI appreciate it, but I donât think heâll return. Logan can be pretty intimidating, it was amazing - Iâm sure he scared him off.â
Logan grunted in agreement, although when you looked at him you couldâve sworn there was a tint of pink on his cheeks and the tops of his ears.Â
As the evening stretched on, you were thoroughly distracted from your troubles and amused by Wadeâs antics and Dopinderâs stories.Â
âSo, Princess Cupcake, any luck on the dating front?â Wade asked.Â
You tugged at the sleeves of your shirt- a nervous habit, and without looking up from the table said, âNope.âÂ
Logan let out a soft sigh of what your aching heart could only hope was relief.Â
âIâve never asked, whatâs with the nickname?â Dopinder asked.Â
You shrugged and gestured to Wade.Â
âWhen Blind Al and I moved into our apartment this sweetie pie here brought us cupcakes!â Wade explained.Â
âGood thing it was cupcakes instead of a pie because being constantly called sweetie pie would make me want to die,â you muttered and everyone laughed.Â
âWhat about the princess part though?â Dopinder asked.Â
âJust look at her,â Logan mumbled and you and everyone at the table looked over at him in surprise.Â
âSheâs got that innocent sort of pretty you only see in big bright eyed animated Disney princesses,â Wade said.Â
Embarrassed at the attention you changed the subject immediately. Your constant filthy thoughts about Logan proved you were anything but innocent.Â
âBut why is Loganâs nickname peanut?â you asked quickly.Â
Wade shrugged, âJust fits.âÂ
Logan rolled his eyes.Â
You smirked and said, âI bet we could come up with a hundred nicknames for him that would fit better.âÂ
âLike what?â Wade challenged.Â
You glanced over at the large handsome man sitting next to you as your face warmed.Â
Daddy was the first word that came to mind. Wade chuckled in a way that made you momentarily worried that mind reading was one of his mutant abilities.Â
The silence at the table stretched on, becoming a tad awkward, before you said, âNevermind Iâm not very good with nicknames anyways.âÂ
âYeah, itâs probably best to leave choosing nicknames to the professional,â Vanessa said in a joking tone to ease the tension. You shot her a look of gratitude and she winked at you before she effectively changed the subject all together.Â
Eventually, after enough drinks and conversation, you declared that it was time for you to go home.Â
âCâmon!â Wade protested. âThe night has just begun!âÂ
âI wish I could stay but Iâve got work in the morning.âÂ
âIâll walk you home,â Logan said in a soft but firm tone that left no room for argument as he stood and took a step back to give you room to get out of the booth.Â
You nodded in agreement and smiled in pleasant surprise as he offered you his arm. You wrapped your arm around his large bicep and linked your elbows as you followed him out into the cold winter air.Â
The city glowed in warm orange light that reflected on the wet pavement. Your breath was visible in frostbitten wind, and you shivered slightly which caused you to burrow further into your coat and move closer to Logan and the heat his body provided.Â
He then pulled his arm from yours, causing you to momentarily panic, but just as swiftly he wrapped his arm around your shoulder.Â
You smiled and filled the short walk with endless chatter, you used to worry that your yapping irritated him, but the small uptick of his lips- the ghost of a smile- showed fond amusement and filled you with warmth enough to make you forget about the cold.Â
âWhat time do you leave for work in the morning?â Logan asked as you reached the door of your apartment- his apartment door only a few steps away.Â
âEight oâclock,â you replied as you unlocked the door.
âBut really, you donât have to-â
âIâll see you then,â he interrupted in a tone that indicated you would not win this argument.Â
Then he did something you didnât expect at all, he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to your forehead.Â
You grinned, your smile wider than probably ever before as you said, âGoodnight Logan, see you bright and bleary eyed tomorrow.âÂ
He chuckled as he bid you goodnight and you walked into your apartment and shut the door only after he smiled at you again before disappearing behind his own door.Â
You shut your door and locked it before leaning against it. You muffled your squeal of excitement with your hand- all too aware how thin the walls are. The stressful events of the day completely forgotten.Â
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pairing: dark!project x!wolverine x government employee!reader
warnings: held to work, reader on her period, project x gone wild, killing, hunting/sniffing down, rough sex, oral (fem receiving), creampie, kidnapped, new life, etc.
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Y/n ran faster after hearing the guard and then yelled right after. She knew Project X had killed them. She was scared she was next.
As Logan was fighting, he was fixated on sniffing y/n out. He knew which way she ran, but had to track her down from the way she smelt.
Every second that passed, she smelt better. Heâs never smelt that smell in his life, yet, he needed it like heâs had it every day of his life.
Y/n finally made it to her room, closing and locking her door. She hoped he didnât know where she slept. He shouldnât. Heâs never been outside of that room.
As time went by, it got quiet. The guards yelling at least. The alarms were still going off, but at least the yelling was gone, right? That means they got him. Right?
Y/n said on her bed, looking at the door to be prepared, but nothing happened. No one was near, she thought.
The young lady sighed as she turned her head. As soon as her eyes left the door, it was kicked open. Y/n screamed as she jumped further onto her bed, head turning towards the door.
âAugh,â he growled low with a smirk as he fixed his posture and walked into y/nâs room slowly. How did he know where she was? The man closed the girl's door, locking it, which she thought was going to be impossible by the way he kicked it open.
She thought kicking it open was impossible, but forgot, the door was light metal. Metal he would definitely be able to get through.
âP-Please donât hurt me. Please! I-Iâll do anything! Iâll break you out. I swear!â Y/n said as her back hit the wall as she stayed on her bed. He ignored her offer, still grinning at her as he stepped closer.
âPlease â What do you want from me!?â She yelled at him, pissed off that he wonât speak. Why is he coming after her? How did he find her?
Without answering her, Logan lunged at her. She screamed in the most horrific scream sheâs ever screamed. She thought her life was over until he heard the man laugh.
Y/nâz eyes opened looking at what he was laughing at. He was laughing at her. Was he going to laugh while he shredded her body?
âWhat are you laughing at? Just get it over it!â She yelled in his face. He liked how feisty she got. Actually, he loved how feisty she was. Even though he hated how he got, it looked hot on her. Watching her yell, turned him on even more.
Logan ignored her again as he slowly moved down her body. She watched him, looking directly into his eyes, not knowing what he was going to do.
That was until he sniffed and groaned with his eyes shut tightly. âThatâs where itâs cominâ from,â his raspy voice spoke before he ripped at y/nâs work jeans. They were thick, but no match for him.
Y/n screamed, shook at his actions and even his sentence became heâs never spoken around her. She was convinced he couldnât speak.
Y/n thought she couldnât be more surprised until the muscular and sweaty man ripped her panties off. She went to yell at him, but her voice got trapped in her mouth after he buried his face in between her thighs.
Y/nâs back arched, not able to speak for the first few seconds until she finally let out a loud moan, eyes rolling back to the point it slightly hurt.
âF-Fuck!â She screamed, head finally popping up to look down and in between her legs. âFuck â No! No, please!â She kept screaming, but her voice sounded more cracked.
The man growled on her heat, slurping and slobbering all over cunt.
He didnât know what came to him. He didnât know why he loved the smell and taste of her. Years ago, heâd get icky when women said they were on their period, but something about being locked up for years and his mutant abilities being boosted made it impossible for him not to have a taste.
âN-No,â y/nâs back arched again, trying to close her legs, but the man used his huge hands to keep her legs separated. He knew she was close. He needed that smell over on his and in his mouth.
The man mumbled on her cunt, praising her but she couldnât hear him. Her head went blank as she came undone all over his face.
If this was a normal human, he for sure wouldâve drowned, but not Logan. He wished he could drown in her sweet juice.
âFuuck, bub,â the man groaned as he leaned up, now moving over her until he was face to face with her. Her head was laid back on her sheets. He knew he drained her, but he needed more.
âDonât pass out on me, princess. Itâs been a while since Iâve gotten my cock wet, and youâre gonna be the first to drench it,â he said as he leaned back and off of her bed.
He was covered in blood. All of the guards and y/nâs. He thought it would be mindful to wet a towel in her room and wash his face off. He wanted her to faint from the good fuck he was about to give her. Nothing else.
âYou know, baby? I always wanted to break outta here â But after I saw you? Fuck â I saw no need,â Logan said as he crawled back over y/n, sniffing up her body. âNot at all,â
âP-Please,â y/nâs low voice spoke. She was tired and needed to rest. Itâs been a long week, and the way he just ate her out, made it longer. Sheâs on the line of passing out. âD-Donât hurt me,â
âIan gonna hurt you, bub. Gonna fill you up then get us outta here,â Logan said as he pulled his jeans down, freeing his cock. She had no idea what was going on or what he was saying. She was out of it.
âYouâve been cominâ in my little room for a month. You talk a lot, but I never mind. I find it shitty how these people could keep a pretty thing like you trapped in here with an animal like me,â
âMaybe itâs my luck â Just know, Ian, leavinâ heat without you. You belong to me now,â the man said. What was he talking about? Y/n was so confused that she felt pressure in between her legs.
The man let pour a shaky groan, feeling the young woman squeeze him tighter than he thought she could. Itâs been a year, but he worse if it hadnât, sheâd still feel this amazing to him.
âFuckinâ hell, y/n,â Logan spoke, triggering her slow-thinking mind. How did he know her name? âHave you been restricted from sex for decades too? Youâre so fucking tight, fuck,â Logan was surprised.
âT-Too much â Too much!â Y/n gained some energy back to cry out and slap at his upper body. âAh huh? Really? Canât take a cock, baby? Canât take my cock, baby?â Logan sounded more aggressive by the second.
âBeen locked up for so long, I donât give a fuck if I break you. Iâll put you back together, donât worry. But you wouldnât stay fixed for long,â he chuckled as y/n struggled to hold her moans.
âCryinâ on my cock â Might be my new favorite thing, bub,â he said as he looked at her face. She looked so pretty. He wondered how sheâd look with his huge cock in his mouth.
Ever since she stepped into his experimental room with one of her dress uniforms, heâs been feeling something for her. She was pretty, and after hearing her speak to him for weeks without him saying anything back, he fell in love with how smart she was.
Now thatâs a woman heâs wanted for yearsâŚ
âF-Fuck,â y/n gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin. He loved the slight pain she gave him. âNames Logan, baby. Moan my name,â Logan said in a desperate voice.
She was confused. His quick switches confused her. âMoan my fuckinâ name before I stuck your ass neck,â he threatened. The man looked down, looking at the way his cock was coated in her blood and cum. She was a squirted and creamer.
âL-Logan,â she cried out, scared he was going to fuck her ass like he threatened. As much of a monster he seemed like now, he didnât want to hurt her. He knew anal was something heâd have to get her comfortable with one day.
âLogan,â she moaned again, even if he didnât ask for it. She was so close. Again. âThatâs it, bub â Got me so fuckinâ close,â he snapped his hips, building the perfect rhythm to fuck her in.
Watching her mouth part and eyes cross as they rolled back was the last straw. The manâs hips stuttered, wanting y/n he was going to cum in her.
She wanted to freak out, but she couldnât. She just laid there, moaning his name as she released on him again.
âOh, fuck!â The man shouted as he spilled in her. Cumming at the same time wasnât something he was expecting, but that was it for him. He was officially tied to her.
Logan wanted to speak to y/n. Ask her if she felt good, but he noticed she had passed out. âOnce you wake up, youâll be home,â he said, knowing exactly where he was heading.
Logan had slipped one of y/nâs nightgowns on her before picking her up and carrying her through the halls, avoiding the guards who were looking for him. They had cameras everywhere, yet the guards on duty tonight were fucking idiots.
Once they made it out, he ran through the street, trying to find a bus that would leave the city. After running around for too long, he decided to break into a drunk, placing y/n in the back and then driving off before anyone stopped him.
âWeâre here, bub,â Logan spoke, hours away from Washington. His parents owned a cabin in the woods next to a highway in Oklahoma.
He knew it would be hard, but he was keeping y/n. He couldnât let anyone else get what he smelled off of her. He was wild for her.
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Dreams Of You
Hello everyone! So, I thought I would give posting fanfics a shot, starting with this small "blurb?" of Jacob Black. Obviously, aged up! I have been wondering quite a lot recently how imprinting would feel and be perceived since it's described as more intense than normal love. I really hope you like it, and if you have any other ideas for a longer fanfic you would like me to write next, let me know, and I might write it!<3 sexual content 18+ minors dni
âI dream of you all the time.â His voice was low, his breath brushing against your collarbones as he found a place in the crook of your neck. Warmth surrounded you, scorching skin burning through the layers of clothing, heating you until all left were cold fingertips and even colder lips. âEven when Iâm awake, I still dream of you.â
The words were almost unrecognizable as his mouth pressed against your bare skin, sending shivers down your spine. His words never failed to make your heart flutter at his blatant affection for you. Never did it cease to overwhelm you, for he told you that there were truly no words that could describe how he yearned for you every minuteâevery second of his long, exhausting days.Â
Indeed, you couldnât imagine what that was like, for if you harbored feelings in that vast amount, there could be no other way for you to deal with them than simply exploding.Â
Sometimes, when Jacob was perched over you, arms wound tight under your back as he hugged you close to him, strong legs helping him push into you, you could almost be sure your thoughts werenât too far off the mark. The way his hands always seemed to handle you softly now strained against his strength, pulling you so tight against him as if having you close was the only way to keep him from eating you alive.
His pronounced brows permanently furrowed something so terribly, eyes tightly shut as sweat dripped down his skin, the salty substance dripping down your chest as his lips distracted themselves by dragging his tongue over your pulse, breathing in your scent til it consumed him whole. Strained breaths could be heard, grunts mingling with your quiet whimpers as your hands trailed over his shoulders, feeling his body tremble beneath them, shaking something so terrible.Â
Youâd ask him if he needed a break, worry consuming you when his strong arms gave up, pressing into you more urgently as the bed rocked against the wall. Yet it turned out there wasnât anything the matter with his stamina as he growled in protest when you tried to sit up, his heavyweight over you making your attempts futile, desperate lips finding yours as he slowed slightly, grinding into you as you moaned at the tortuous rhythm he set.Â
âYouâre shaking, Jacob.â Youâd say quietly, fingers threading through his damp hair as his hazy, warm, brown eyes found yours, once more planting his lips against yours. âIâll be okay.â Heâd mumble through the kiss, tongue caressing yours as his hand softly placed itself on your cheek, threading over your skin as if it were porcelain.
It didnât take long for him to move inside you again, eyes glazed over as he stared into yours through lidded eyes, mouth open over your gasping one as your fingers ran through his black hair. Bringing him down to you once more, you felt the ridges and bumps of his upper body against you, muscles clenching with every thrust as if it took every willpower of his to control himself.Â
âGod.â He panted out, releasing you to slap his hands against the mattress, gripping the sheets tightly in one hand as you heard them rip under his harsh treatment, the other hand taking hold of the headboard. The wood complained under his hard hold, crumbling as his hold tightened. Your hand found his cheek amidst the pleasure coursing through you, thumb carefully stroking the skin as you whispered his name.
It felt like every sense of reality was swept away from Jacob as his unfocused eyes fell on you, heart thumping so hard against his chest it felt like it would punch through both skin and bones. Shaking his head, he looked at you again, still finding your lidded eyes staring back at him like he had created the world you walked on.Â
âYouâre gonna kill me,â He grunted, reveling in the feeling of your cold fingertips against his hot cheek as his stomach coiled something so terribly, making him believe he was going to go insane with desire.
In a way, he always feared being this close to you, for only being in your presence was overwhelming for him, never mind feeling your soft skin against his and hearing your pleasure-filled whimpers as he took you. Oh, how he had longed for you, how much he longed for you now, even though he was the closest to you he could ever be.Â
He didnât lie when he told you he always dreamed of you. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw you, like you were carved into his eyelids. He never could get close enough, and while that was a curse in itself, it was a curse he wouldnât trade for any other.
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CBF dynamics
Gaz and you literally shared a playpen. Next door neighbors and best friends for the first 5 years of your life. Yes, he cried his eyes out when your family moved. After a long time, you became a name. A babyish face next to his in old photographs. His mom would go on and on about how cute you were togetherâ even to girls he brought over. It wasnât until years later when he did a double takeâ he saw your name next to a photo in some briefing forms. Priority target. To be secured at all costs. Well, it had been a while. A reunion was in order.
Soap was attached to you at the hip from the first day of preschool. And you stayed friends through till middle school. Thatâs when he started drifting, preferring to hang out with guys who pointed at you and all your other developing classmates in gym, whispering and laughing to themselves, hitting each other on the shoulder. Until he basically ignored you. Which he came to regret pretty quickly into highschool. He clocks you easily when heâs visiting homeâ the same local deli you used to haunt all the time as kids. He smiles to himself. Youâll give him a chance to make things right, wonât you?
Simon has kept up with you for years. Not that you know that. He used to use your house as a refuge from his own. He ran away so quickly when he enlisted, and you didnât blame him. You lost all contact, but he continued to look you up. Just to make sure nothing has happened. He doesnât think youâd be able to look at him anymore with who he is now. His inability to have a decent conversation isnât as cute as it used to be, for one. But maybe youâll prove him wrong.
Priceâs mom and your mom were best friends. You got along very well, and when you matured things got on the edge of going further, but it never really ended up happening. You were separated by your careers, and before you knew it, he was married. You lost your chance, moved on, got married yourself. When he meets you again, heâs got a divorce and a few relationships that ended in screaming matches under his belt. Youâre a widow with a toddler and a seven year old. Maybe things will work out differently this time?
KĂśnig got made fun of for staying friends with a girl for as long as he did, but he didnât careâ heâd get made fun of regardless, at least this way he had someone to play dolls with. When you were four you got married in the backyard with a bunch of pansies for a bouquet. Heâs been in love with you ever since. Of the scant personal effects he brings to and from the base, your letters probably take up the most space. One day heâll pluck up the courage to come see you, and hope youâll still see him as the same boy that you married.
Nikolaiâs father was friends with yours. You spend summers together. He used to try to get you into trouble, with the animosity growing between the two of you as your feelings developed. He doesnât see you for decadesâ not until your father dies and youâre put in charge of handling his estate. And he wonders if you always looked so weary of the world. A vision despite it all, but so much has been forced upon you so quickly. He gets the uncanny feeling that he wants to be someone for you to lean on.
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I Hate You. | F.W.
summary: They had been friends since the moment they met, but what happens when she falls in love with him and he seems to blind to notice?
pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader
word count: 5718
warning(s): ends in smut
notes: I have not posted in quite some time, nor have I wrote anything in a long time. I tried to avoid the use of y/n. Fred calls her 'little red' or 'red' ocassionally, this is explained in the writing.
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Six years of friendship. Six years of falling for Fred Weasley, really. If she were to be honest with herself, she knew she loved him two years ago. It was just easier to ignore as a 15 year old girl. She initially tried to write it off as just feeling that way because they were so close already, but she knew that wasnât true. She was just as close with his twin brother, George, and she wasnât in love with him. Fred was different. They knew each other on a different level. They could be overly affectionate with each other. When she saw him at the platform this year, she ran to him and jumped into his arms and stayed there despite George whining that he hadnât seen her in just as long. On the train ride, she fell asleep with her head in his lap whilst he and George started scheming their first prank of the school year. He would hush George any time she would start to stir, then gently play with her hair until she settled again. She had fallen asleep on Georgeâs shoulder once, and swore to never do it again. Whilst he was also one of her best friends, he did not hold the same kind of soft spot for her as his twin did. He had used a spell to turn her hair bright green. She was livid when she realised. Poor George was afraid to turn his back to her for the next four months. She had waited six months for her revenge, perfecting the same colour changing spell, but turning all of his clothes pink.Â
Now at 17, her feelings were harder to hide. The pangs of jealousy at every Gryffindor party after a quidditch match when girls would shamelessly flirt with him. And he seemed to love it. Tonight was another one of those nights. Gryffindor had destroyed Slytherin on the quidditch pitch and were, of course, throwing their usual celebration. She sat next to George and Angelina on the couch, her eyes following Fred. Her gaze only left him as Julie came up to him and was heavily laying on the charm. She felt the jealousy bubbling in her like a failed potion about to go horribly wrong. She felt George shift and wrap an arm around her shoulder, giving her a slight squeeze. âLove, why donât you talk to him?â Angelina asked, reaching over George to squeeze her hand. Her gaze moved from her knees to her two friends, a heavy sigh leaving her lips. âI couldnât possibly talk to him about this, Ang. Iâd tell him everything and feel like an absolute git after.â She admitted, letting out another huff. George shook his head, opening his mouth to speak but quickly closing it. Ever since the start of the year, she had grown closer to George and his girlfriend, Angelina. Unfortunately, closer than she was with Fred. They were definitely still close, but something was different between them this year. And it wasnât that she was head over heels in love with him. It was him that was keeping a distance between the two of them. Every year, she sat with them at the Gryffindor table. Her Ravenclaw robes made her stick out like a sore thumb in the sea of red, but Fred and George were her best friends. In fact, she only ever sat at her own housesâ table a handful of times. The sorting ceremony, the last day, and that couple of months last year when Fred had a girlfriend who absolutely hated her. She had friends in Ravenclaw, but she wasnât as close to anyone as she was with Fred. George was a close second, but her and Fred always just clicked. They clicked from the first train ride to Hogwarts they ever had. They were nearly inseparable. If Fred wasnât with George, he was with her, or they were all together. She spent a few weeks with the Weasleyâs every summer. Molly was like her second mother at this point. She loved spending time with all of them. She loved answering all of Arthurâs questions about the muggle world. She loved hanging out with Ginny, the only other girl around her age in the Weasley household. It was usually the highlight of her summer.
A loud cheering pulled her attention away from her two friends as they all turned to the source of the noise. It felt like her heart shattered into dust. Donât cry. Do not cry. Not here. âI-, I have to go.â She quickly stammered, slipping away from her friends and blinking back tears. There he was. Fingers tangled in Julieâs hair, kissing her passionately. She tried to keep her head down as she pushed towards the door. She knew better, but she looked up anyway. Another stab to the heart. Her tear-filled gaze met the eyes of Fred Weasley. Fred Weasley, best friend, heartbreaker. She tore her gaze from his and moved as quickly as she could without running. She pushed out of the door, finally letting a tear fall as the door shut behind her. She couldâve swore she heard George yelling at his twin as she stepped out, but she could be wrong. She stood in the hall for a moment, unsure of what to do. Her feet were moving before she registered that she was moving. She knew Fred, she knew he would try to come after her. He was her best friend, after all. Part of her wished he would push through the door, catch up to her and wrap her in his arms. The other part of her, the hurt, told her to stop hoping he would feel the same way. Though, he would ask George what happened first, which bought her some time, yet not enough to get to her common room before he caught up with her. Even if she ran, he could easily catch up to her. Before she knew it, she was standing in the middle of the hall, watching the door to the room of requirements take shape. She heard him calling her name, and heard his footsteps. She didnât want him to see her like this, not right now. Not when it was so fresh. She shouldnât be crying. They were only friends, she was the one hopelessly in love with him. She reached for the doorknob, sliding into the room and quickly shutting the door behind her. Merlin, please let the door disappear before he gets down here. She slid down the wall next to the door. How absolutely foolish could she be? Her and Fred would never happen. It was clear at this point. She was terrified that if she told him how she felt, it would ruin their friendship. Not only would she be heartbroken, but she would lose her best friend too.Â
She had no idea how long she sat there for. Maybe an hour? Maybe two? It took nearly another hour before she gathered the courage to leave. Even if he had seen her, she doubted he wouldâve waited for her. Maybe two years ago, but not now. Not with this weird distance between them. Definitely not after close to three hours of her hiding. She could still confidently say that Fred was her best friend, but it was different. It wasnât like before. They werenât joined at the hip anymore. This summer made that clear. She spent most of her time with Ginny and Molly. The few times they had spent together went from comfortable and playful to awkward. There were moments when it felt like he may also feel the same way about her, but he always seemed to pull away a little more after. She couldâve sworn he was going to kiss her one night, her heart felt like it was beating in her throat. But he just cleared his throat and awkwardly scratched the back of his head as he took a step back from her. Maybe she shouldâve just kissed him then, and let whatever would happen just happen. At least she wouldâve known how he felt. She might have lost her best friend, but she wouldnât constantly feel this hurt and jealousy.Â
 She pressed on the wall, waiting for the door to appear to make her exit. She slowly pushed the door open, only then realising she should have left from the other side of the room. There he was. That beautiful, heartbreaking idiot. His head leaned back against the wall, mouth slightly open as he slept. She realised she really had been in there for much longer than she thought and it was a miracle Fred hadnât been found by Filch or Mrs. Norris. She kneeled in front of him, resting her hands on his knees. âFreddie.â She whispered lightly, pushing against his knees to hopefully wake him, but she knew he could sleep through the whole castle crumbling to the ground. âFreddie!â She whisper-yelled, shaking him harder, earning a groan from him. âFred Gideon Weasley, get up before Filch comes and kills us both!â She whispered harshly, causing Fred to finally open his eyes. His sleepy gaze quickly turned to a soft look when he took her in. She knew her eyes had to be slightly puffy and her nose was red. It always turned red after she cried, and she hated it. She also hated that Fred always knew when she was upset or had been crying, and he always knew exactly how to make her feel better. Whether she needed a hug, or to be held, or if he needed to go to ridiculous measures just to make her laugh. Fred reached out and pulled her to him, stretching his legs out so she was in his lap. She fell forward against him as he hugged her. She let her head rest against his chest, feeling tears threaten to fill her eyes again. âCâmon little red.â He whispered, moving to get up. âI donât have red hair.â She mumbled, she didnât know where the nickname had come from. Fred had just started calling her it one day. The only answer for why she ever got was that she was now an honorary Weasley and she was tiny. It used to annoy her to no end, which is probably why it stuck. Fred loved getting reactions out of her, because even if something annoyed her when it came to him, she secretly loved it. It was like he knew it.
She walked next to him, keeping her head down. She watched her feet as she walked. She wasnât paying attention, she just let him lead the way. She figured they would go to his dorm. It was the closest and safest bet. The chances of not getting caught on the way to her common room were slim to none. It was way too late to even consider being out of the common room, everyone was most likely asleep by now. She knew they were entering the Gryffindor common room. The Fat Lady had long ago stopped putting up a fight about her being snuck into the common room after hours. It happened so often that it wasnât worth it. She didnât bother to look up, just followed Fred to the stairs. The floor was a mess and she was afraid to look up. She didnât want to relive her most recent memory in this room. She followed Fred into his dorm, noting that it was empty. He shared a room with George and Oliver Wood. Neither of the other two boys were here. She stood there silently as Fred moved around. He pulled out a jumper and handed it to her, turning around for her to change. The normalcy of this pained her. She knew Fred had seen her almost completely naked. He had stayed with her when she was sick last year. She had a fever that wouldnât break and she had stripped out of her shirt and pyjama shorts in her sleep- with Fred sharing the same bed. She pulled the jumper over her head before pulling her jeans off. The jumper hung down to her knees, Fred was nearly a foot taller than her, if not more. She didnât say anything as she climbed into his bed, only huffing as she rolled over to face away from him.Â
She felt his weight as he slid into his bed, turning to face her back. âGeorge told me what happened. She kissed me, and I didnâtâŚâ He whispered so quietly she could barely hear him. Her whole body seemed to tense as she registered what he said. Of course George told him. Bloody hell. She felt Fredâs hand brush over her arm. He grabbed her shoulder, gently trying to turn her to him. She fought him on it, but it was no use. He was stronger than she was, no matter how determined she was to keep her back to him. âYou know you can tell me anything. Hell, youâre my best friend.â Fred whispered, his eyes on her face. She stared at the ceiling, feeling tears well in her eyes again. âThatâs the problem, Freddie. Iâm your best friend.â Her whisper was soft, not trusting herself to speak without starting to cry again. âAnd I hate it.â She finished, closing her eyes tightly to press the tears back. She could still feel his eyes on her, but she knew she couldnât look at him. She knew she would break. She knew he would hold her until she either calmed down or fell asleep. Merlinâs beard, they were more than just friends. Friends donât do this. Friends donât share a bed. Friends donât sleep in nothing but the others jumper and their underwear and cuddle. Friends donât wake up wrapped in each other's arms. Friends donât cling to each other the way they usually do. She loved George like a brother, he was one of her closest friends. Her and George are not friends like she and Fred are. She felt a tear squeeze its way from her eye. She let out a shaky sigh as she felt Fred brush it away with his thumb. He pulled her into him and she hated him for it. She hated him at that moment. She hated that he made her hurt, but he was the only one that could make her feel better. A sob escaped her lips as the tears began to fall. âI hate you. I hate that youâre so damn oblivious to me. All I am is your best friend and Iâve been in love with you for two years, you idiot.â She cried into his chest. He cradled her head with one arm and pulled her closer with the other, holding her there as she cried. âIâm sorry, Red, I-i didnât know.â He held her tighter, placing a kiss on the top of her head. His fingers drew circles on her back as her cries slowly stopped. He hadnât realised she had fallen asleep until her grip on his shirt slowly loosened.
She woke up pressed to Fredâs chest and her legs tangled in his. His fingers were drawing slow shapes on her side. God she was still so hurt. The image of him kissing Julie replaying in her head. She went to pull away from him, only to be pulled against him tighter. âLet me go.â She mumbled, pushing against him again. âNo can do, doll.â He mumbled back. âI still hate you.â She bit back, trying her best to ignore the comfort she felt being pressed against. âYou donât mean that.â His voice was gentle. He was used to her little fits. She had told him multiple times over the years that she hated him. The first time when he accidentally broke her brand new quill that her father had sent her as a gift when she found a new hobby of writing. It was their second year. He had saved up anything he could get until Christmas that year to buy her the same one. She had cried then too, but those were happy tears. She had told him she hated him the day he told her that he couldnât come see her that summer, that was year three. Then she wrote to his mother and asked if she could come there to see him and George. Of course, Molly said yes. She was so delighted to finally meet the twinâs best friend. She was glad they finally had someone to level out their antics, but that didnât last long. They were always up to something. She had told him three times in year four that she hated him. Once was when he had her pinned down and was mercilessly tickling her. She gasped it out between laughs. She even used his full name. He couldnât help but smile, only to stop tickling when she rushed out that she was going to pee her pants if he didnât stop. But he kept jumping at her, pretending he was going to tickle her again. The second time was when he was dating Hannah. They had gotten into a fight, screaming at each other. She was sad because she felt like she was losing Fred as a friend because Hannah hated her. And he called her bitter and jealous that she had never had a boyfriend. It was then that she told him she hated him. He could see the hurt in her eyes. That was the first time it truly hurt when she said she hated him. It felt like she meant it that time. The third time was towards the end of the year. They had made up and were thicker than thieves once again. She had conned him into going to the library to study. He was messing around the whole time and trying to make her laugh. He took it a little too far, accidentally hitting her inkwell. It shot across the table, they both moved to catch it and they both missed. It had spilled all over her skirt. She said she hated him then and told him he was lucky he was her best friend, otherwise heâd have to buy her a new skirt. Last year, year five, there were odd bits of distance between them, but when he thought about it, they werenât odd. They were distant every time he had a girlfriend or was chasing after some girl. He had been slightly jealous of George since last year. She seemed to latch on to him, but it all made sense. She was distancing herself to protect herself and George was there for her, probably to tell her that Fred was an idiot and heâd come around one day.Â
âLook at me.â He said as he rolled on to his side, sliding her off his chest. She stared at his chest, not meeting his gaze. âI am.â She mumbled and he had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Her full name left his lips as he gently pushed her chin up to force her to look at him, but she kept her eyes trained on his chest. âI swear, you are so stubborn that I wonder how you weren't sorted into Gryffindor.â She looked up at him, eyes narrowed. âWhat Fred? What do you want? I donât care if she kissed you. You didnât have to kiss her back.â She bit out. He had to hide his smirk. If she wasnât so upset with him, he knew she wouldâve rolled her eyes and made a ridiculous comment on how she was surprised he wasnât sorted into Slytherin. He suddenly missed her jests, wishing he could rewind to before the party. George had told him that someone they knew was pining after him. He just didnât think it would be his best friend. But then again, how could it not be? They spent most of their time together, either alone or with George. If he wasnât with George, he was with her. People often commented on them acting like a couple. Fred would walk her to class, arm slung around her shoulder. âIâm an idiot-â He started, only to be cut off by her. âI know you are. Youâre the biggest idiot I know.â She tried to hold her glare, fighting a small smile. âCâmon, little red, let me finish.â He raised his brow as she opened her mouth to talk then closed it. She let out a sigh, waiting for him to continue. âYou say Iâm the biggest idiot you know, which may be true. But Iâm the most handsome idiot you know.â He paused as a small smile tugged at her lips. âIâm an idiot, Iâm sorry. You couldâve just told me. Couldâve said âhey, you big, handsome, idiot, I love youâ.â He paused again, reaching up and tucking her hair behind her ear. âI wouldâve said, âhey, little red, I love you tooâ.â
âStop calling me that.â she mumbled and Fred let out an exasperated noise. He noticed the small smile playing on her lips. âI still hate you, at least for the next five minutes.â Her voice was much softer this time. âYouâre so stubborn.â he mumbled, smiling when he felt her fingers grasp his shirt. âAnd youâre an idiot for not kissing me.â She mumbled, her gaze still locked with his. He slowly leaned in, his nose brushing hers as her eyes fluttered shut. âIâve never kissed anyone before.â She whispered as he leaned in. Her lips just barely brushing his as she spoke. He paused for a moment. He knew she had never dated anyone, but he didnât think she had never kissed anyone before. He closed the gap, gently kissing her. The kiss was slow and soft, until she took him by surprise when she nipped his bottom lip. He groaned, pulling her flush against him as he deepened the kiss. âNever kissed anyone before, unbelievable.â He mumbled against her lips. She pulled on his shirt in a futile attempt to get closer than they already were. It was when she slid her hand up her chest and around his shoulder up to his hair that the door to his dorm opened. He reluctantly broke the kiss, looking up to see George standing in the doorway. âWell, I was coming to tell you that no one has seen our little friend here since last night, but I see youâre snogging her.â George grins. You roll over at his comment, turning to look at him. George winks at you and then turns his attention back to Fred. âI am now obligated to help her hide your body, doesnât matter that youâre my brother.â George states, causing her to laugh.
âGeorge, leave. Please.â Fred groans. âI think he should stay. This is fun. Hey, Georgie, isnât Fred the biggest idiot you know?â She asks, smiling sweetly at Fred. âThatâs likely!â
After George had left, they spent the entire morning in bed. Fred stealing kisses from her when she wasnât dozing back off. âFreddie?â She whispered, curled into his side, her head laying on his chest. He hummed an acknowledgement. âDid you mean it?â She asked, her fingers grasping his shirt again. A small chuckle came from him as he squeezed her to him. âI love you, I have for some time. Youâre also my best friend and I didnât want to lose you.â He said, placing a kiss on the top of her head. âI love you, you big, handsome idiot.â She said as she lifted her head to look at him. âDonât think I wonât ask George to help hide your body.â She grinned as he laughed.Â
The rest of the year seemed to breeze by. Two months of Fred pulling her into random broom closets between classes and sneaking into the room of requirements before curfew. Countless nights spent in there, hidden away among the mess. Before she knew it, everyone was packing and getting ready to leave for the summer.Â
âFred, Iâm too tired, carry me.â She whined as he gently woke her when the train finally stopped at the station. He let out a sigh as George laughed at him, shaking his head. She was going to the Weasleyâs for the summer as her parents were away until November. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, looking up at Fred. âAfter we get off the train, then Iâll think about it.â He reached a hand out to her, helping her up. The journey to the Weasleyâs was rather quick. They travelled through the floo system. She dramatically collapsed into Fredâs arms when they got back. âSo tired.â she mumbled. âYouâre going to kill me.â He laughed, picking her up. This wasnât entirely unusual for the two of them. Everyone was used to Fred and her clinging to each other. Molly would often give Fred a knowing look when she would walk into the den, finding her sleeping with her head in his lap or curled up against him. Molly also knew that, most nights, if she were to peek into Fredâs room, she would find the two of them together. She often heard them talking in loud whispers and trying to hide their laughter in the middle of the night. It didnât dawn on her that only a handful of them knew they were together, not until George opened his mouth. âHey ma, did you know that Freddie has a girlfriend?â A groan left Fred as he stared his twin down. She buried her face in his chest, trying to ignore the slew of reactions from the older Weasleys. Molly was utterly delighted, commenting on how she was surprised that it took this long.
The days seemed to fly by spending them in the Weasley household. Lots of stolen kisses and sneaking around. It wasn't until mid-July that her and Fred were alone in the house together. Everyone had gone out for one reason or another and it was just the two of them. They spent the morning in Fredâs bed, tangled together. She was constantly falling back asleep and Fred was just content to hold her. It wasnât until she was the one to lean up and kiss him that the day seemed to take a slight turn. They had shared a bed countless times, kissing had almost turned into more countless times as well. But this kiss was needy and built a fire in the both of them. She started the kiss. It was soft, loving at first. Then she nipped his bottom lip and a groan left his lips. His fingers dug into her hips, the feeling giving her the courage she needed in the moment. She moved to straddle him. His hand pushed up the jumper she stole from him, revealing her bare thighs. She really would be the death of him. She never seemed to wear pants. Just his shirt and a pair of panties, she was a constant tease seemingly unknowing to the fact. The kiss was still innocent enough, until she ground her hips down on his. The almost whiny moan that left her lips had him flipping them over. His lips trailed down her neck, nipping and sucking at the skin, most likely leaving marks in his wake. The sounds that left her lips were driving him wild. âYouâre killing me.â He mumbled against her neck. His hands slid around her body. He gripped her hips before sliding a hand up her shirt. His fingers pinched and rolled her nipple, a lewd moan leaving her lips.Â
âFreddie, please.â She whined, pushing her hips up against his for any sort of friction. She tugged at his shirt, pulling it up until he reached up to pull it over his head. He leaned down, capturing her lips with his. She deepened the kiss, swiping her tongue against his bottom lip. He still found it hard to believe she had never kissed anyone before him. Not when she kissed him like this. She continued to grind her hips against his, moaning into the kiss. Her hands slid down his chest, her fingers hooking under the waistband of his pyjamas pants. She started to push them down when Fred broke this. âBaby-â He started only to be cut off by her leaning up and kissing him again. He knew she was virgin, while he may not be, he didnât want her to feel like she had to do this. He was content just being with her. âFreddie, please. I want you. I-,â She paused, looking up to meet his eyes. âI want you to be my first.â Her breathy proclamation almost made him groan, but it was her reaching down and palming him through his pants that made a groan fall from his lips. Fred reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it off and tossing it on the floor. His eyes dragged over her body. She was perfect. âSo pretty, baby.â He groaned, she wouldâve thought he was talking to himself until his eyes met hers. His hands slid from her hips and over her stomach before he leaned down, kissing down her neck to her navel. It was then that her nerves started to build up. His lips pressed to her hip as he looked up at her. âIf you want to stop, we will. At any point, baby.â He nipped at her hip as he pulled her panties down. She felt her cheeks flush, suddenly feeling exposed. Fredâs hands sliding up her legs seemed to calm her nerves. He pressed a kiss to her knee first, then trailed kisses down her inner thigh. It was the kiss that he placed closest to her sex that had the first moan falling from her lips. She gasped when she felt his tongue against her clit. He slowly added more pressure as he worked her clit. She didn't know how much more she could take, every pass of his tongue on her was overwhelming. Her hips bucked into his face. She was sure if she wasnât so consumed by the building warmth in her abdomen that she would have been embarrassed. His name fell from her lips as he slowly worked a finger into her. His pace was painfully slow but every move made her feel like he already knew her body better than she ever could. It wasnât until he worked a second finger into her and sucked her clit between his lips that she felt like she was falling apart. His name left her lips in succession until all she could do was moan. She moved her hips against his fingers, riding out her orgasm.Â
âPlease, Freddie, I need you inside of me.â She let out a breathy whine. This girl would really be the death of him. He turned his head, leaving a hickey on the inside of her thigh. His lips were on hers in an instant. When she reached to push his pants down, this time he let her. He deepened the kiss, running his tongue along her bottom lip. He slipped his tongue against hers, taking his time kissing her. He ground into her, sliding his dick through her folds. He teased her with his tip before gently pushing into her. She gasped into his mouth, her body tensing at the intrusion. âRelax, baby, okay?â He whispered, kissing her jaw. He didnât move his hips, but his hand snaked between them. His thumb pressed against her clit, causing another gasp to leave her lips. He continued to toy with her clit as she looked up at him. The look in her eyes as a quiet moan fell from her lips had his resolve wavering. It was when the next breathy moan fell from her lips that she took him by surprise. She pushed her hips up, taking more of him in. His ministrations continued as he tried to ease any of her discomfort with pleasure. She rolled her hips into his, fucking herself like she had done on his fingers. Fred moved his other hand to her hip, holding her hips in place. It was then that he pushed into her until she took all of him in. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, her nose, then her lips. The kiss was slow, gentle as he gave her time to adjust. She broke the kiss, brushing her nose against his. âFreddie.â His name left her lips in a breathy moan as she pushed against him. His thrusts were shallow at first, his forehead resting against hers. They moved slowly together, quiet moans falling from her lips. His name fell from her lips as he thrusted into her harder, faster. Her hands ran up his back, her nails digging into his skin as she gripped his shoulders. âO-oh, Freddie.â She gasped, tilting her head up to press her lips to his. She could feel her orgasm building again when he slid a hand between them, pressing his thumb to her clit. Fred could feel himself getting close to the edge.Â
âFuck, baby, cum for me.â He groaned against her skin. His thumb pressed into her clit harder, circling until she threw her head back. His name fell from her lips, her nails digging into his back. The feeling of her walls clenching and spasming around him as she came sent him over the edge. Her name fell from his lips as he pressed his forehead to hers. âI love you, Freddie.â Her voice was a whisper. She leaned up to steal a quick kiss from his lips before he could speak. âI love you.â He mumbled between kisses.Â
They spent the next few hours tangled in each other, whispering sweet nothings, and her dozing off a few times. Fred woke her when he heard the first noises in the den below. Fred scrambled to find his clothes as she waltzed around his room to find hers. She pulled on a pair of leggings and his jumper. Her fingers slid across his sides as he pulled his shirt on. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing herself against him. His arms snaked around her, placing a kiss on the top of her head.
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very much inspired by a post iâll link at the bottom to avoid spoilers
i love putting john price in situations
simon had known price for over a decade, had served under him as his lieutenant for a good portion of it, so he was pretty confident in answering yes when asked if he thought he knew the captain well.
he could acknowledge he wasnât as close as say laswell may have been, but he knew that priceâs wife was not common knowledge around the base either.
heâd pieced it together over the years on missions; catching the odd comment shared over coms; the glint of a ring around his neck; the odd teased mention of her when they sat in the rec room after barely scraping through a tough spot, when price needed the company as well as the silence ghost offered before returning to the real world.
it was how simon knew the sergeants were staying when price let slip about her one day. because he doesnât let anything slip, wouldnât, especially about her.
âgot anyone at home waiting for you, sir?â gaz asked as he sighed impatiently over the coms, hour three of silently waiting and watching had finally gotten to him.
âi do,â price said simply, not offering any further information. ghost could imagine the amusement tugging at his daft facial hair as price refused to continue without prompting and simon smiled under his mask when he heard johnny scoff next to him before chiming in.
âcâmon sir, give us a wee bit moreân that,â he weedled. âwhenâd ya meet? is she nice?â
john hummed, the sound low and crackly over the radio in their ears. âmet when i moved.â
âoh, a real meet-cute type thing, eh?â gaz teased.
john ignored him. âwouldnât say sheâs nice, soap. sheâs more than that. âniceâ is your auntâs new wallpaper; you have permission to shoot me point blank if i start calling her nice.â
âwhat is she then?â ghost piped up. this was the chattiest john had ever been on the subject and he was going to take advantage.
john went silent for long enough that the three men thought that was it, the end to their sharing session and knowing more about their captain outside of work. simon chewed the inside of his cheek.
âsheâs devoted,â john whispered finally before his voice firmed. âheads up, team, movement 2 oâclock. anyone got eyes on the target?â
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it was months later when she was brought up again, the team thinking. nothing of it until priceâs phone pinged in his pocket enough times to pique johnnyâs interest as they prepped to leave.
âthat the wife, sir?â he asked.
john huffed, didnât bother checking his phone as he turned and shook his head. âsheâs clingy, but she doesnât bother me when iâm at work.â
âhowâd you know?â gaz asked. âcould be an emergency.â
âânâ howâd you get her to agree tae thaâ?â soap followed up quickly, having had issues with his own flings petering out when he was distant and slow to reply.
âbeen with her long enough now itâs routine,â john said simply. he checked his weapons before heading for the exit. âhelo in 5, be air ready.â
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the mission had gone to shit, and they were stuck hidden in a building that looked like it was 10 seconds away from collapsing under a brisk wind when ghost finally felt his patience snap.
it was no oneâs fault, but being stuck in another country with no back up and a target on their backs for an extra three weeks wasnât ideal and johnnyâs insistence on playing cards at every opportunity to keep his idle hands and mind busy combined with gazâs tinny whistling had made for the perfect scenario to grate on simonâs patience quicker than anything else ever had.
âtell us about her. ya wife,â simon asked, his gaze slipping across to john, watching him pick at his nails. his cuticles were red and raw from four days of agitated fidgeting since theyâd ran out of cigars and cigarettes. every so often simon caught him pat his empty pocket before heâd remember and huff heavily through his nose like a bull.
john closed his eyes at the mention of his wife and sighed. he started his description without protest or hesitance. âshes soft spoken. christ, youâd hardly know she was there half the time, sheâs so quiet. but sheâs firm. stands her ground no matter what,â he chuckled. âdonât think iâve ever won an argument against her.â
kyle laughed and ghost closed his own eyes, trying to picture what he thought the captainâs wife might look like. pretty certainly, but was she tall, plump, did she have an endearing gap between her front teeth, did she keep her hair short or long?
âsheâs a bit of a homebody,â john admitted bashfully, unaware of simonâs drifting thoughts. âbut i canât say i mind it.â
ânot wanting to leave the bedroom much when yer back?â johnny joked, hissing when ghost punched his thigh.
john just smiled placidly, eyes still closed. his eyebrows pulled down as he gushed, âgod sheâs gorgeous in red. wears it every time i come home.â
âlucky bastard,â gaz huffed.
âyeah.â john nodded and finally opened his eyes. âyeah, lucky.â
âyouâll be back with her soon, cap,â gaz reassured him when he saw price swallow thickly.
âthanks, gaz. now whoâs taking first watch tonight? soap?â
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john was quiet on the plane ride home, not unusually so, but ghost noticed the difference all the same.
he was pensive perhaps, worried what his wife would say when he finally got home a month later than scheduled, uncontactable the entire time. ghost could understand to a certain degree that john would have more important things on his mind than what his three subordinates were going to do as soon as they stepped foot on home soil, so he didnât push when john ignored the few threads of conversation thrown his way by their younger sergeants. instead he nodded when john said a quick goodbye as they all parted ways in the airport.
simon could only assume john was the same all the way home in the cab that dropped him outside of his little three bed house.
he didnât see however how john hesitated at the door to his home that evening. how he gripped the front door keys tightly in his fist, shook as he stared down at his feet instead of letting his eyes drift and catch on the windows, and felt as though he could crack a tooth from how hard he was clenching his teeth.
he finally opened the door when he thought the neighbours might begin to get worried and stepped inside, flicking on the lights as he went.
it wasnât until he got to the kitchen that he found her.
stood bare foot, silent, eyes wide and pleading, blood seeping - always seeping. would it ever stop? would the blood ever end? - through her white pyjama top, his top that sheâd borrowed for the night, and trickling down her bare legs.
her mouth opened and she visibly struggled for breath, but no sound escaped even as her tongue wagged on the floor of her mouth, lapping at the backs of her teeth as all words escaped her.
he swallowed back bile.
âhello, sweetheart,â he choked out. âsorry iâm late.â
the blood pooled at her feet, the panties she wore were seeped a dark purple from the viscus liquid dying the dark blue material and the shirt stuck to her front. john had remembered loving seeing her like this in a morning, had always thought she looked best in as little clothing as possible.
âi know you hate it when work keeps me busy, but it was unexpected. we were caughtââ a high screech, not dissimilar to that of a whistle that only a dog could hear, pierced through his ears and cut his words short. he curled in and covered his ears, but he knew it would do no good, he shouldâve known better than to talk about work around her.
not after what had happened last time he got back late after overtime.
tears prickle at his eyes and the sound abruptly stopped. heâd never questioned why it seemed to be only him that could hear her protests, why his neighbours never mentioned a shrill cry every so often from his home. he had always said she was made for him and that had apparently translated literally into the afterlife.
he looked up at her again - it was best not to ignore her he found. it only made her angry.
âit wonât happen again,â he promised wetly. âi did my best to get back as soon as i could, i promise, sweetheartââ he choked on his words, biting back a sob. she watched unblinkingly, silent except for the wet squelch of her feet on the laminate.
they both knew he wasnât apologising for being late this time. he got like this sometimes, when her agonised face and mangled body was too much to bear after a long mission and the guilt bore down like a physical presence.
he couldnât help but think if heâd gotten home even just an hour earlier he mightâve been able to save her, to have kept her company instead of leaving her on the floor alone and cold, maybe he could have caught the bastards that had hurt her while he was still travelling back from deployment after agreeing to hang back and finish his paperwork there and then instead of emailing it across.
he reached a shaking hand forward and blew out a ragged breath when his hand met nothing but frigid air. but when he brought his hand up to his face he could smell the copper tang of his dead wifeâs blood on his skin. the stench unwashable, cloying, but if he concentrated hard enough it ever so faintly smelt like the vanilla perfume she used to wear.
âwas telling the lads about you, love,â he forced an empty chuckle as he walked around her to the kettle and went through their usual routine. âthink they mightâve fallen a little in love, not that i could blame them.â
he ran a hand over his face and gave himself a moment to let the tears fall as his palm hid his eyes. her silence was the worst part of it all, but he could see the glaring red of her in his peripheral when he dropped his hand to the counter.
it wasnât pretending his wife was still alive if she was right there at his shoulder, was it?
âlooks like iâll need to grab you some more pg tips, sweetheart,â he said and poured the boiling water into two cups, sparing a glance over his shoulder at his wife. âweâre almost out.â
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#idk if this is as good as i wanted it to be or pictured it to be when i first had the thought but i like it anyway!!#john price#price x reader#john price x reader#uhhhhhh spoilers after these tags#main character death#tw mcd#cw mcd#tw gore#cw gore#itâs mild#also mention of a break in and violent murder of reader sorryyyyyy
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Look for the Light ââ áིŕźáŤŕž
Canon Abby! x reader; apocalypse au!
Synopsis: You and Abby used to be best friends back in the Fireflies, but after her trip to Jackson, she makes it clear she no longer wants to be friends. If anything, she doesn't seem to even like you anymore. However, her actions keep stating otherwise...
Warnings for; Smut, switch Abby! Follows timeline of TLOU2
Word count: 3.9k
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You didn't know Abby Anderson.
At least, not anymore.
Now she was just Issac's top Scar killer, another soldier in the WLF, another person like any other.
You arrived at Soundview Stadium a few months ago with a few other WLF soldiers, your patrol unit finally moving in after guarding a post near the Seraphites Island.
You still remembered the day you first ran into Abby again, surprised to see her returning from the lodge up in Jackson.
You didn't know how high she had climbed in the ranks with Issac then, all you knew then was that your old best friend was standing in front of you, walking with Owen and Mel- and you nearly knocked her over when you ran to give her a hug, burying your face in the crook of her neck, never so glad to smell the familiar scent of pine and vanilla. Abby had been strangely stiff, patting you awkwardly on the back like you hadn't spent nearly two years with her in the Fireflies.
Seeing her gave you hope, hope that you two could talk and make up for lost time, finally have some companionship- but that hope was quickly dashed when Abby made it clear to you that she didn't want that at all.
She had said it later on when you two were alone, your things finally unpacked in the tiny room. You had tried to ask her how she was doing, how Jackson went, if she was alright, but it all fell on deaf ears.
"Listen y/n..."
Abby had said, pausing for a moment, rubbing the back of her neck. It was as if she knew this wasn't a good idea, that the next words were words she couldn't take back.
"I don't think we should be friends, I know we used to be but that was a long time ago- I'm just not the person you used to know."
You had been hurt then, hoping she'd give you more of a reason, but Abby was silent, her once bright blue eyes cold and dim.
If Abby Anderson no longer wanted to be friends, if she wanted to pass by you in the hall like you didn't once know every detail about each other - fine.
Fine by you.
-
"Y/n?"
You opened your eyes groggily and opened the door to see Nora standing in the threshold.
"Hey, Issac wants you to report to him- says he's got the details for your latest mission"
You smiled, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.
"Thanks, Nora, I'll be there in a sec"
You threw on some clothes before heading out, making your way up to Issac's office.
"Hey-"
You pushed open the door and saw Abby, Manny, and Issac already waiting for you, and felt your heart drop into your stomach at the sight of her.
"Ahhh, y/n there you are, now we can get started. A rogue group of Seraphites attacked a patrol yesterday down by the Eastbrook area- I want you guys to go in and sweep to make sure they're all gone. Bring any supplies you find back." Issac pointed to the map on the table for emphasis.
"Y/n, I know you haven't been on a mission with these two before but trust me, they're good. I can get your old crew for a different mission another time"
"No problem Issac, I can work with anyone"
"Great," Issac said before continuing, "When you return, we'll start drafting our plans to invade the Seraphites' Island, we can take the boats and see if we can defeat them on home territory."
Your gaze immediately darted to Abby, wondering what she thought of the news, but she only stared stubbornly ahead.
"Grab something to eat and then head out, take the truck, Manny."
"Alright, let's go guys"
Manny left, and you watched Abby leave as well, trailing behind them, sighing inwardly at the day ahead of you. Today's mission was gonna be a long one.
-
"The Seraphites have been growing bold lately"
Manny broke the silence, seemingly oblivious to the tension that lay between you and Abby.
The back of the truck was snug, Manny and Abby on one side, you on the other. Abby was looking anywhere but your face it seemed, and you sat there quietly, pretending like you weren't sneaking glances whenever you got the chance. After all, this was the closest you had been to her in years.
To be fair, you both equally avoided each other at base- she didn't want anything to do with you, so why would you bother with her?
"Yeah well they broke the treaty, if any of them are at Eastbrook we wipe the site and leave"
The air is chilly when you step out, you adjust your jacket and flip the safety off your gun.
"School looks deserted, but best if we just do a patrol of the site just to be sure. Abby, go with her, patrol the inside, I'll do a grounds check first"
Manny walks off, gun in hand, already entering an old school bus parked in front of the school.
"Come on" Abby says, and you follow her as she prys open the front door.
The interior of the school is a mess, the wallpaper of the walls peeling, desks pushed half hazardly into the hall. Sad shreds of streamers hang from the ceiling, every window smashed, the shards glistening on the floor.
You enter a classroom, pushing the door open with your gun.
Your eyes light up at the greenery inside, the schooldesks covered in a bed of moss, ivy hanging from holes in the ceiling.
"It's beautiful-" You say to yourself, bending down to pick up the remainders of the kids' drawings on the ground. You examine one, it's a picture of a house with what looks to be a horse-
"Can you stay focused? We're supposed to be looking for supplies"
Abby's voice cuts sharply through the silence, the only sound the rifling she's causing by searching through the desks.
You sigh and help her, retrieving a roll of bandages and a few packs of old batteries before moving onto the next room.
Abby finds the cafeteria at the end of the hall, and the old shelves of the cafeteria pantry prove to be quite sparse, with nothing but some old bean cans that Abby takes anyway. She's still acting like you don't exist, so you've got a whole lot of time to examine your surroundings.
You hear a creak while searching through the cupboards and pause, listening for footsteps.
"Do you mind moving a little quicker? Maybe your old patrol did things slower, but I'd like to get back to base sometime soo-"
"Shut up!" You whisper harshly, cutting her off.
Abby looks offended, finally training her gaze on yours, but your eyes dart away to the doors of the cafeteria.
"What?"
Abby asks, watching you.
You hear it again, a second creak. You push Abby up against the wall by the lapels of her jacket, her blue eyes wide with surprise. Her gaze darts down to your lips for a second before her arms come up to pull yours off.
"Woah y/n- what are you-"
A loud bang interrupts Abby's next words, the double wooden doors of the cafeteria slamming open as five Seraphites rush in.
"Seraphites!" You yell, dragging Abby down with you to avoid the gunfire.
Abby breaks out of your hold, punching the nearest Seraphite in the face as you shoot the second. The third Seraphite comes running at you, tackling you to the ground, slamming your wrist against the concrete floor. A sharp pain runs through your arm, and you watch as he kicks your gun out of reach. You grapple on the floor together, kicking as he attempts to strangle you, worried about Abby- before a loud gunshot rings out and the Seraphite's body slumps over you.
Abby stands over you, one hand extended. You take it.
The other two Seraphites lay dead on the ground, bodies riddled with bullets. You brush yourself off, but the ache in your arm is making itself more evident.
"Thanks"
Abby hands you your gun but her brows furrow at the way you cradle your left arm gingerly.
"Are you okay?" She asks.
You feign nonchalance as best you can.
"Yeah.. but my arm might not be"
Abby hesitates for a moment, but reaches out and examines your arm. Her touch is soft, a strange contrast to the stoic way she's been acting this whole mission.
"I think medical should check you out" Abby says, clearing her throat. "Come on we should head back to the truck."
Abby steps back and pushes open the doors. You follow her out.
-
Medical let you go with a brace for the minor fraction on your left arm. You felt miserable, first mission back in the field and injured- you wouldn't be cleared to go on another for at least another few weeks.
You sat slumped against a bookshelf in the library, half hazardly reading "City of Thieves" by David Benioff, ignoring the dull ache in your arm. You'd been doing this for at least a week now, hiding out from prying eyes.
"Y/n?"
Your eyebrows raised at the sound of Abby's voice, and even further when she came over, standing awkwardly in front of you.
"How's your arm?"
Abby asked, shifting her weight from foot to foot.
"It's fine, I guess," You replied. "Just reading to pass the time. Medical ordered I "take it easy" for the next two weeks." You rolled your eyes at the last part. The corners of Abby's mouth twitched, as if she was holding back a smile, but you were sure it was a trick of the light.
"That sucks.. what are you reading?"
Much to your surprise, Abby sat down next to you, one muscular arm reaching over your lap to grab your book.
"Hey, City of the Thieves? I'm reading this one right now- no spoilers"
She held up a finger in warning, and you smiled at her attempt to joke.
"Yeah, yeah" You waved her away.
A beat of silence stretches between you, and you work up the courage to break it.
"So.. what did you come here for? We both know it wasn't just to talk about books"
"I.." Abby looked at the floor, picking at the fabric below. "I wanted to apologize for what I said a few months ago.. and how I've been treating you ever since. I'm sorry"
Abby stops to look up at you, and you take the opportunity to study her. Her cheekbones are a little sharper. There's a healing cut across her cheek that hadn't been there before. Her rosy cheeks, full lips, and clear blue eyes- they're the same.
She's still your Abby, somewhere.
But the hurt you felt then, the lack of company you've had, the loneliness you've felt? It's also there, somewhere.
"Why'd you do it then?"
You ask, and Abby's eyes drop back to the floor. She's silent for so long you're sure she's going to just leave, but she answers.
"I thought I'd feel better after I found the guy who killed my dad in Jackson... but, I don't."
You inhale at her admission, eyes searching for hers as she meets your gaze. The softness she finds in yours prompt her to press on,
"I feel like nothing makes me happy anymore, I still wake up every night from reoccuring nightmares about him- and I've pushed a lot of people away because of how angry I feel. Angry that he's left me, angry that killing the one guy I trained for 4 years to fight to avenge him didn't make me feel better, angry that I've fucked up in every relationship with anyone I care about because of it-"
Abby runs her hands through her hair, smoothing down the stray strands of hair in her braid.
"Y/n, I pushed you away because I care about you. I was being fucking stupid back then- and every time after. I wanted to be near you so much but I felt like I didn't deserve it. I'm not a good person. You deserve someone better than me"
Abby hung her head and stood up, ready to accept whatever you had to say.
"That's up to me to decide Abs."
You said softly, and Abby looked up in surprise. She felt both shock and happiness when you hugged her, and for a second she stood still. Was she allowed to have this? To have you, even for a moment?
Abby hesitated for a moment, before burying her face in your hair, pressing you closer to her.
She never wanted to lose you again.
-
The next few weeks passed by in a blur, your arm healing up just fine. You and Abby spent a lot of time together- eating together in mess hall, going for walks around the crop fields- she helped keep your mind off the itch you felt to get back out.
Lately though, Abby had been acting a little strange, spending more time in the gym, off walking Alice or talking to Manny more than she usually did. You assumed it was nothing though, after all, what else could it be?
"Did you hear? Issac's gonna do a large-scale attack on the Seraphites Island, Manny and Abby got instructed to lead the assault with their chosen squads."
You overhear Nora talking to Mel on your way to mess hall, and your eyebrows furrow. You remember Issac talking about invading the Seraphites back when, but Abby hasn't mentioned it to you at all. Before you have more time to think about it further, Abby arrives and hands you a still warm burrito.
"Hey y/n, brought you breakfast"
Abby smiles at you, and you smile back despite the worry at the back of your mind. She would tell you, wouldn't she?
"Wanna go for a walk?" Abby asks, but you shake your head. You're due for a visit to Medical- you hadn't been needing your arm brace and was sure that with a medical note Issac would dispatch you to assignments again.
The Medical Bay turned out to be quite empty, so you're out with the note clutched in your hand in no time.
You head up to Issac's, past the cells holding Seraphites, and knocked politely on the interrogation door. Issac emerged a dew seconds later.
"Y/n? Oh, a medical note"
While Issac read, you inquired about the rumor you'd heard at breakfast, trying your best to seem casual.
"Abby and Manny are leading the squads in the assault on Seraphites Island right? Would I be able to join them?"
Issac looked surprised,
"You'd have to ask them, they get first pick of who they'd like, then I'll form the rest of the squadrons. Why don't you talk to Abby? I'm surprised she didn't ask you already, I told her about it weeks ago."
Issac's words ring in your ears as you make your way down to Abby's room. You knock on her door for a second before you burst in.
Abby's shirt is off, her dark grey tank laid out on the bed. She's in the middle of drying her wet hair when she sees you come in. You can't help but stare- at her abs, at her white bra, at her unbuttoned dark green cargo pants- and ignore the flutter in your stomach.
You wrench your gaze away.
"Y/n?! What's wrong?"
Abby moves towards you, but you put a hand out. Her cheeks flush when she realizes what she's wearing, or the lack thereof, and bends down to grab her shirt.
"I got cleared from Medical! And uh.. Issac told me you and Manny are leading squads for the invasion against the Seraphites?"
You say, addressing the ceiling.
"Oh.." Abby says, trailing off. She slips on her tank top, stalling.
"I.. I only just found out," Abby lies, "I haven't decided who I want for the squadron yet-"
"You just found out?" You say, angry at her blatant lie. "Don't lie, I know Issac asked you weeks ago"
Abby's tone is defensive,
"Did you ask him behind my back?"
"When were you planning to tell me?" You shoot back, "Were you planning to tell me?"
Abby backtracks at your words, rambling. Her hands raise, like she's guilty of a crime.
"I was- I swear I was, I would have asked you to be on the squadron but your arm was still healing and-"
"Why didn't you just tell me? Forget picking me to be on your squadron, I don't care about that- were you just gonna leave and not tell me? Let me wonder if you fucking died or not?"
Abby's eyebrows raise in alarm, realizing her misstep at identifying what was making you so upset. She sits down, wiping her sweaty hands on her cargos.
"No- y/n, I promise I would have told you, I just didn't want to ruin the peace we were building- and honestly I'm sure I'll be fine, I've done tons of patrols-"
You shake your head-
"Be honest. This is just another way of pushing me away, isn't it? Have you been having nightmares again? Why can't you just be honest with me, what's going on?"
Abby's face breaks, the flicker of conflicting emotions clear to you for a moment. She warrs against touching you, but loses the internal battle. She pulls you closer to her position sitting on the edge of the bed, hands caressing the back of your thighs, unsure of if it's reassuring you or her.
"The nightmares... they never stopped." Abby takes a breath before continuing, "And.. Owen's missing, his patrol partner Danny was found dead," Abby explains, "I keep pushing you away because it hurts that I might lose you. What if Owen's dead? What if that was you next? I don't want to lose you."
Your eyes soften at her words,
"Abs, I'm sure Issac's got people out looking for Owen... and you won't lose me. I may not be as seasoned as you are, but I held my own just fine at the Seraphite outpost for months. Besides, if I go with you, you'll be there to watch my back."
You reach out and cradle her face, stepping a little closer, now stood directly between her legs.
Abby hugged you around the waist, hiding her face in your sweater, voice a little muffled.
"Issac said Owen is a traitor- that he killed Danny to protect.. a Seraphite. I told him it wasn't true, that there was no way he'd do that, that if I could just look for him I'd bring him back- but Issac refused. He wouldn't let me look for him."
Abby looks up at you, a mixture of grief and worry plain on her face. A stray tear rolls down her cheek and you brush it away.
"You're all I have left y/n." Abby whispers.
You crumble like putty in her hands, biting your plush lip as you look at her. Abby felt like she was going to explode.
This whole time, Abby's thought the way she felt about you was one-sided. Even when she was busy pretending to no longer care about you, even when she was staring straight head walking past you in the halls, even that damn school during your first mission together- a bit of her always longed for you.
She had tried to chalk it up to the fact she missed her best friend over the years, that she had a stupid girl crush in her teens, but these past few weeks only served to prove her wrong.
So, when you lean into her, Abby can't resist. She feels like she's lost everything- her dad, Owen- and you're all she has left. Can anyone blame her for acting on what she wants, just once?
Abby pulls you into her lap just as your lips crash into hers, both of you reaching for the other.
Butterflies flutter in your stomach as you kiss Abby, her large hands gently pressing you closer at the small of your back, and your hands tangle in her hair.
You can't get enough of her, hands pulling up her shirt, running your fingertips over her midriff as she shivers at your touch.
"Y/n? We don't have to do anything if you don't want to-"
You cut Abby off with a firm kiss as you push her over.
"Abs, I want to. I want you"
Abby grins at your words, and pulls you down into her for another kiss. Her hands guide your hips as you grind down on her, moaning into her mouth.
Abby thinks this is the closest she'll get to heaven, and flips you both over, her body pressed up against yours.
"I'm glad- I've wanted you for so long" Abby says, kissing down your neck, moving your shirt aside for easier access. You moan as she leaves hickies on your chest, her hands already undoing your pants, fingers dipping down into you.
"Oh baby, you're so wet for me"
Abby's voice is huskier than you've ever heard it, and you feel yourself get even wetter at her words. She rubs your clit with her thumb as she slips two fingers in, fucking you at a quick pace.
"Abs-" You choke out, hands reaching for her.
Abby smiles, love clear on her face.
"You sound so pretty y/n"
You pull at Abby's hair and she sucks at your nipples as she fucks you. You're sure there will be hickies all your neck come tomorrow.
"Fuck, Abs I'm gonna-"
"Come for me"
You come, shaking in her arms. Abby sucks her fingers clean, grinning at the brilliant shade of red you turn in response. You pull her in for another kiss before murmuring,
"Your turn"
Abby sheds her cargos, climbing back onto the bed. You slide your fingers through her wet folds, eliciting a sigh from her as you sink two fingers in, curling them to hit her gspot. You're maintaining a regular pace when Abby speaks up,
"That feels so good- but can you add another?"
You blink, but smirk as you obey her request. You speed up your pace, three fingers disappearing in her dripping cunt quickly, Abby's whimpers growing louder with every thrust.
"Fuck- y/n, I'm gonna come-"
Abby whimpers as she comes, growing tight around your fingers as she grips the headboard above your head.
You smile at her, sucking your fingers as payback for her earlier stunt, and she just laughs, rich and warm.
"I'm glad we both feel the same way about each other" Abby says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
"I think we always have" You admit, hands cradling her face before drawing her in for another kiss. Abby's eyes are relaxed, her grin wide. You continue, smiling softly-
"You won't lose me, Abs. You never have, and you never will."
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Team Betrayal | Red Bull! Reader x Platonic! Grid
Summary: Y/N Y/L/N races for Red Bull but when she's caught out drinking another brand, she enacts her revenge until the Grid outs her snitched.
Apologies but this is a female reader.
Warning: Bad writing. I'm not sure what this is but it was prompted between an energy drink dilemma I had the other day.
There is no timeline for this. Make it up.
Main Masterlist.
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Swiping away the sweat that ran down the back of her neck, Y/N grinned at the camera, drinking in the euphoric energy enveloping her on all sides.
"Thank you for joining us after such a long day." The interviewer beamed, pleased to have been able to catch the Red Bull racer before debrief started. "How're you feeling? You look absolutely drenched."
"Yes. Max thought he was funny tipping the entire can of Red Bull over my head. I'll wash my hair three times and still go home smelling of the stuff." Y/N joked, dabbing the drop of sticky liquid rolling down her forehead.
Pleased that the conversation had naturally developed down that path, the interviewer smirked at the camera before turning their attention back to you. "So, you've been driving for Red Bull for 2 years now? Is it safe to say you're also a big fan of the drink?"
She laughed nervously, unsure why such an odd question was being asked after a Grand Prix. Usually the media used this opportunity to ask how she felt about losing/her teammate winning. Again. "Who isn't?" Y/N joked.
Whipping out her phone, the interviewer (dressed in traitorous McLaren orange) thrust it in front of her face. The grin from Y/N's face instantly dropped as she squinted against the blinding sun. Disbelief painted her face.
"Where did you get that? That's actually me!"
"One of your fellow racers provided it earlier." The interviewer informed, tucking away the damning photo of Y/N drinking a can of Monster Energy, dressed in her Red Bull racing suit and attempting to hide her behaviour behind a laughing Lando Norris.
"Who?!"
"I'm afraid we're not at liberty to say. We promised confidentiality in favour of the photo," teased the interviewer.
"That's my face." Y/N's eyes darkened challengingly. She leaned into the microphone, staring down the camera. "In that case, those boys won't know a moment of peace until I get my answer."
She straightened just as soon after, smile flickering back into place as she heard her name being called. "Oops, I was meant to be in debrief a minute again. Thanks for talking to me. Catch you later!"
"Thank you for your time." The interviewer called after the retreating navy figure. She turned back to the camera. "Ladies and Gentleman, I think it's safe to say that Y/N Y/L/N is as ferocious off the track as she is on it. I don't know about you but I would not want to be a member of the Grid this evening."
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The interview went viral.
YourUserName this you? (She retweeted with a pic of Lando wearing a Monster Energy hat, a can of Red Bull in hand)
â LandoNorris no.
User 1 not Lando deliberately lying about his own face
User 2 oh, no. Lando. What have you started?
User 3 not me checking my phone every 2 seconds to see if Y/N has posted after she vowed vengence.
â Your User Name đđ
User 4 don't drag poor Maxie into this. He's always seen drinking Red Bull.
User 5 she never was good enough for the team, hope they drop her after this.
User 6 may as well just go to McLaren with how much time she spends with them.
OscarPiastri just a warning. I can hear her laughing evilly next door.
YourUserName so just to clear a few things up. I have never bought a Monster Energy in my life.
YourUse Name i am always supplied with them by people who are attempting to remain innocent in this scandal.
PierreGASLY yeah, well. My shoes are cleaner than yours so...
â LandoNorris you sure showed her.
User 7 not the Grid coming for my girl only to end up fighting for their lives.
User 8 coming for his teammate
User 9 not the whole Grid teasing her for betraying Red Bull
User 10 always knew Max didn't like them. This just confirms
YourUserName not you too. You said you had my back
â Max33Verstappen this is why you didn't get on the podium
Max33Verstappen not my babies?!
â YourUserName i may not have a podium but I do have your cats.
â Charles_Leclerc you're making this worse for yourself
â YourUserName watch out or Leo's next
â Charles_Leclerc *horrified gasp*
User 11 alex fighting for his innocence.
User 12 the Grid are feeding us tonight.
User 13 what's the odds that they're fighting for their lives in the gc?
User 14 bet they're compiling a list of times they gave her Monster
â User 15 trying to figure out who might be next
User we found the snitch
User 2 anyone else see Red Bull lurking in the likes?
LandoNorris @ danielricciardo this is why she didn't respond
Max33Verstappen daniel's currently crying.
redbullracing christian said you have a meeting with PR tomorrow.
â YourUserName crap.
User 3 can we take a moment to appreciate all the Grid content we got this evening?
â User 4 and look at how quick Y/N's responses were. Boo was ready for them.
â User 5 what are the odds they were all sitting next to their phones, terrified every time it buzzed
â lilymhe can confirm.
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Summary: Not wanting to face Joel after you found out that you're pregnant, you leave the Boston QZ to live with Bill and Frank. Almost four years pass before you can't hide from him anymore, letting him finally know why you ran from him all these years back.
Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader
Wordcount: 6.7k
Rating: E
Warnings: angst, unplanned pregnancy, secret pregnancy, secrets, fluff, trust issues, Joel being Joel, making up, kissing, age gap (not specified but it's around 15 years), smut (unprotected sex), mentions of alcohol, Joel really is bad at feelings, but he's trying, Girl Dad Joel Miller, happy end
A/N: if these two had a relationship status it would be "it's complicated" Another WiP done! So now I am allowed to think about Biker Raider Joel for a moment, right?
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âYou know youâll have to face him at some point,â Frank had a fond smile on his lips as he sat in his wheelchair next to you. He was watching Bill who let himself chase across the yard of his picture perfect post apocalypse home.Â
Nobody would expect that just down the street, outside of the fence the world as you knew it had ended.Â
âI know,â you sighed.Â
âHe asks for you every time heâs here. If we had seen you, if we knew where you are. Heâs gonna understand,â Frank said and you scoffed.Â
âHeâs not gonna care. He has Tess and⌠heâs notâŚâ you shook your head, searching for the words, âheâs not the man I fell in love with.â
âWe all can change,â Frank said, reaching over to squeeze your hand.Â
âBill is the best example for that. Could you have imagined him like that when you showed up here three years ago?â
You watched Bill play with your daughter, Ava, playing catch.Â
âJoel is not like that. He was like that. Before. But that part of him died long ago.â
You sat in silence for a while, just watching Bill and Ava, trying to soak it all in. It would never be like that again and you were already dreading having to explain all of this to her.Â
âIâm gonna miss you,â you whispered, fighting against the tears as you looked at Frank. He smiled softly at you before he came closer, kissing your forehead.Â
Four years earlier
You knew he could tell when you were lying. He would know with one look at you that you were full of shit telling him that this was not working for you anymore. Whatever this between you was.
Joel and you had known each other since before the outbreak. You had started babysitting Sarah to earn some extra money while you were finishing you degree when she had just been nine years old and you had moved in next door.
You had been there on outbreak day. Next door, still living at home to take care of your sick father. You would never get the picture of his infected body lunging at you out of your head the night the world changed.Â
You and Joel⌠You didnât know what Joel and you were exactly.Â
You loved Joel, you knew that. And you were pretty sure he loved you too. You just wanted⌠more. Most people did not allow themselves to love so openly anymore. And in Joelâs case? Losing Sarah had changed him. After fifteen years the man who had been Sarahâs father was gone, replaced by a man that still had his face, but was missing the warmth and comfort Joel Miller had once provided.Â
You could see it in glimpses, whenever his hand would rest on your back when he passed by. When he fell asleep in your arms deep in the night. When he kissed your forehead before he headed out for work.Â
Loving Joel Miller was easy.Â
Being loved by him was close to impossible.Â
You never really labelled your relationship, mostly because you did not think of it as important. You trusted him more than any other person on this planet. Itâs why you ignored the way he had started looking at Tess. Itâs why you did not question him when he stayed away at night. You ignored it all, opening your arms for him when he chose to come home to you, letting him in your bed just to feel close to him. To feel something.Â
The jealousy was killing you slowly, making you reckless when you let him have his way with your body.Â
But once you had missed your period the first month, and then the second, you knew that there was only one possible answer to your dilemma. You had never been late before. A ration card swapped for a twenty year old pregnancy test had your worst fears come true.Â
You were pregnant with Joel Millerâs child.Â
Fifteen years after you both buried his daughter. The daughter he never got over losing.Â
You could already see his reaction. The eyes you loved so much empty before he would tell you to deal with it.Â
You could not face his anger or disappointment, but mostly you could not face him not caring. So you packed your little belongings once he had left you in the morning, sneaking out of your bed without a word.
You did not leave a note, just fled the QZ, making your way over to Bill and Frank, hoping your friendship with Frank would make them take you in.Â
Of course Bill hadnât want to, but once he saw your stomach swell (and tasted the sweets you baked in his kitchen) he had put all his work into making the house next door into your home.Â
âMama, can we go get Strawbebbies?â you chuckled, holding her hand as you walked with her on your daily walk by the fence.Â
âStrawberries, baby,â you tried to correct her. Ava pouted at you, her dark curls swinging in the wind, her brown eyes so much like her fathers.Â
âThatâs what I said!â she put her little hands on her hips and you smiled.Â
She was definitely her fatherâs daughter.
âOkay, baby. Letâs get some Strawbebbies,â you picked her up, making her shriek with laughter. Once again you were glad you made the decision to come here. She could grow up like a child was supposed to.Â
Even though now that Bill and Frank were gone it was getting kind of lonely. You had all enjoyed a last dinner together before Bill and Frank had tucked Ava in for one last time and read her a story.Â
You had tried to keep the tears at bay as Bill had reminded you of the folder full of instructions of how to take care of things around here for you.Â
After dinner you had walked them to the gate, opening the fence for them as they took their last walk. You had watched them until they had disappeared into the dark woods before you made your way back to their house. You had cleaned the dishes and tidied everything up, before with a heavy heart, you had turned off all the lights and closed the door behind you before you walked to your house, allowing yourself to cry yourself to sleep as you sat on the floor next to the bed of your daughter, watching her sleep.Â
That night was almost three months ago. The days were getting shorter, the nights colder. Youâd have enough firewood for this winter but come spring you would have to find a way to make more.Â
You had just finished making breakfast for Ava when the motion detector alarmed you that someone was at the gate. You froze, telling Ava to eat her fruit salad before you made your way downstairs to check out what was happening.Â
Your heart was pounding against your chest, once you noticed his face.Â
Joel Miller.Â
And aâŚ. Teenage girl?
The gate swung open after he put in the code and you allowed yourself fifteen seconds to panic. You knew this day would come. The day after Bill and Frank had gone you had checked the basement, finding that Bill had put on 80âs music, the distress signal.Â
Even though you had turned it off immediately deep down you knew he would show up at some point.Â
You just did not think it would be that soon.Â
You grabbed your gun, checking if it was loaded before you made your way back upstairs. You did not think you would need it, but it was better to be prepared.Â
âAva? Remember when Uncle Bill played hide and seek with you and showed you the best place to hide?â you asked, hiding the gun in the back of your jeans as you got to your kitchen. She nodded.Â
âI want you to hide there until I come and get you,â you said.Â
âHide?â she asked. You nodded, kissing her cheek.Â
âTake Sluggi with you,â you smiled. Sluggi was the stuffed plush slug Bill had gotten for her. She nodded and ran out of the kitchen and upstairs, You heard her door to her room close and took a deep breath, calming yourself.Â
You knew this day would come. You knew one day you would have to face Joel Miller and you knew you would have to face his reaction.Â
You never regretted your decision to leave. Life has definitely been better here. That did not mean you had just stopped loving him, no matter how much he had hurt you in the past.Â
Stepping towards your front door you could see him walk towards Bill and Frankâs house.Â
You closed your eyes, taking a calming breath before you opened the door and stepped out.Â
His head snapped towards you once he heard the door opening, eyes widening for a split second before he pulled the girl that was with him behind his back.Â
He was protecting her.Â
âWhat are you doing here? Where are Bill and Frank?â he asked, his voice low.Â
âTheyâre dead. Frank got worse and⌠he couldnâtâŚâ you shook your head, lost of words. He just looked at you before he shook his head, trying to put in words what he wanted.Â
âI just⌠We need someâŚâ he took a deep breath, looking up at you, a million emotions playing over his face.Â
âAre you hungry?â you asked the girl behind him.Â
âStarving,â she replied and you smiled a little.
âThereâs some fruit salad left on the kitchen counter if you want?â you asked. She stepped around Joel and he looked at her.Â
âItâs safe. Thereâs⌠thereâs no one there,â you lied. He gave her a nod before she walked past you into your home.Â
It had been years since youâve been alone with him. He did not really change. His hair maybe a little grayer, the lines around his mouth a little deeper, but he was still Joel Miller.Â
âYou left,â he said.Â
âI did.â
âWhy?â
You took a deep breath. You looked past him towards the house the girl had walked in, hoping your little girl continued to hide. Knowing her she had was working on her puzzle. She would be okay for a moment.Â
You knew she was safe. You just needed a little moment alone.Â
âYou can have some fruit salad too. I am going to get some vegetables for dinner,â you gave him a nod, before you turned around and walked towards your garden, ignoring him as he called after you.Â
With a basket full of salad, cucumbers and some tomatoes you pushed the door of your house open. Joel was sitting on the stairs, across the door, already looking at you.Â
The girl walked past the both of you towards the living room, an apple in her hand she was munching on.Â
âThis is so fucking weird,â she shook her head and you snorted while Joel hissed at her.Â
âWhat? It is weird,â she said, her head turned towards him.Â
You smiled a little as you looked at her, before you walked towards the kitchen, setting the basket down. You had to go up to check on Ava.Â
And you had to talk to Joel.
You couldnât hide her from him, even though you wanted to do nothing more than that.Â
You took a deep breath when he walked into the kitchen.Â
âIs it okay if Ellie takes a shower?â He asked, knowing that there was warm water around town.Â
âThatâs her name. Ellie,â he clarified.
âOh. Of course, yeah,â you nodded and Ellie walked in, snorting as she looked up at Joel.Â
âYou could use one too dude,â she said and you had to fight hard against the grin as you watched the look on Joelâs face.Â
You were about to offer her to show her to the bathroom when you heard a door upstairs click open, followed from little footsteps, your eyes widening. Joel frowned, his hand immediately searching for his gun, his arm putting Ellie behind himself.Â
He raised his gun, taking a step forward as you ran around the counter, the knife you had put out to cut the salad now in your hand.Â
âGun down,â you hissed and his head snapped to you, his eyes widening when he saw the knife in your hand. You stood in front of him.Â
âI will not repeat myself, put the gun down, right now or I will put this knife in your thigh,â you fingers flexed around the handle of the knife. The footsteps came closer as you kept eye contact with Joel until he slowly lowered his gun. You nodded at him once you saw him put the gun back to wherever it came from, then looked at Ellie who was looking at you with wide eyes, before you let the knife fall down to the floor just in time as Ava jumped the last step down, rounding the corner.Â
âPotty?â She whispered shyly, looking up at you with big eyes and you sighed, before you nodded, the people behind you forgotten as you picked your daughter up. You risked a glance at Joel as you turned towards the stairs, your daughter in your arms.
His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, before you practically ran up the stairs.Â
âWho is the man mommy?â Ava asked as she was finished, washing her hands like you taught her, making as many bubbles as possible as she rubbed her hands together.Â
You sucked your bottom lip in as you watched her, your hand brushing over her soft hair.Â
âThat is an old Friend of mommy,â you explained, and she nodded.Â
âAnd the girl?â She asked.Â
âThat is a friend of him, I think. I am not sure.â
She finished washing her hands and you handed her the towel, her little face full of concentration as she dried her hands, making you smile.
You got down on your knees in front of her, your hands on her shoulders.Â
âDo you think sheâs gonna play with me?â She asked, hopeful.
âWe can ask her,â you said with a smile.
You werenât prepared for the sight in your kitchen when you came downstairs. Joel was standing at the counter, the sleeves of his shirt rolled back as he cut the tomatoes with the knife you had threatened with him not only ten minutes ago.Â
He didnât look up as you entered the room, but Ellie did. You looked between them warily.Â
âIâm Ava,â your daughter chirped and you took a deep breath, Joel still not looking up. Ellie looked at him with a frown, before she sighed, rolling her eyes, and walked towards you.
âIâm Ellie,â she said and smiled a little and bend down to her knees. Ava looked first at her, then at you.Â
âEllie, do you like sea turtles?â You asked and the girl looked at you.Â
âUhâŚ. I guess?â She said and you smiled.Â
âBecause Ava loves them. Her whole room is full of them,â you said and saw interest flicker in her eyes.
âCan I see?â Ellie asked and you nodded.Â
âYou wanna show Ellie your sea turtles?â You asked Ava and she nodded eagerly.Â
âAwesome,â Ellie said, taking Avaâs hand before you could offer to show them, the girls already walking upstairs towards Ava's room.Â
Which left you alone in the kitchen withâŚ.
âHow old is she?â Joel asked, still not looking at you as you turned to face him. He grabbed the cucumber after he had used the knife to put the tomatoes in the bowl you had prepared for the salad, beginning to slice them.Â
You took a deep breath.Â
âShe turned three last month,â you said, watching him nod slowly, the knife hitting the cutting board the only noise in the room.Â
âShe has my eyes,â he finally said and you sucked your bottom lip in, nervous.Â
âYeah she has,â you agreed and he finally looked up at you, setting the knife down, his hands spread out on the counter, resting his whole weight on them.Â
âWhy didnât you tell me?â He asked, his voice quiet.Â
âI didnât know how. JoelâŚ. You were barely acknowledging me outside of when you were inside of me. You spend all your time with Tess doing god knows what. How would you have reacted if I told you that I was pregnant? You never even acknowledged what weâŚâ you stoped yourself, shaking your head.Â
âYou should have told me. I could haveâŚâ he stopped himself, searching for what to say and you looked at him, waiting.Â
âI could have helped you. I would haveâŚ.â He shook his head, his hands shaking.Â
âIâm gonna need a moment. Can you watch after Ellie?â He asked and you nodded, confused and he nodded back before he walked past you and out of the house.Â
You just didnât think it would be almost two days before he got back. You were outside in Billâs garden, letting the girls help you pick everything that was ready from the garden when you noticed him walk towards the house.Â
You knew he was still inside the little locked up town Bill had made his safe haven. None of the alerts had went off, indicating he had left. And yeah you could have searched after him, but what good would it have done?
Youâve known him from almost twenty years, and you knew that he needed time to process certain things.Â
He hadnât talked to anyone in almost a year after the outbreak and what happened to Sarah.Â
âLook what the cat dragged in,â Ellie said as she spotted him and Ava perked up, her little head turning towards where Ellie was looking.Â
Joel nodded at the girls before he looked at you.Â
The sun was already setting and you had dinner prepared inside.Â
âHow about we have some dinner and then Ellie can read you some more of the story you started yesterday?â You asked and both girl smiled at you. Ava ran past Joel who looked after her as she disappeared into the house, Ellie following her.Â
âNext time you ditch me, at least tell me?â She glared at him before she walked back into the house. He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair.Â
âCan we talk?â He asked.Â
âAfter dinner?â You said, getting up and grabbing the basked full of fresh vegetables.Â
âYeah. Yeah okay,â he nodded and you walked towards the house, giving him a hesitant smile when he grabbed the basket from you and walked inside after you.Â
It was two hours later that you found yourself on the left corner of your couch, your legs tucked under you, a glass of wine in your hand.Â
Because this conversation needed some alcohol.Â
And not only because of what you were about to talk about, but because of the man who was sitting on the other side of the couch, similar glass of wine in his hand.Â
Because he looked so damn good.
He had showered while you put the girls to bed after dinner, the whole scene feeling so domestic. Like a dream you had many many times before when you were still dreaming.Â
Dreaming of a normal future.Â
Dreaming of a normal life.Â
Dreaming about how it would feel like if Joel Miller loved you back.Â
Because no matter how much he may have hurt you in the past, you just could not stop loving him.Â
âIâm sorry,â he whispered after a while and you turned your head to look at him, his eyes already on you.Â
âIâm shit at talking about those thingsâŚ.â He stopped.
âThose things meaning feelings?â You helped and he groaned.Â
âYeah. Always sucked at it. Even beforeâŚ.âÂ
He sighed.Â
âSarah would be so angry with me with how I treated you,â he whispered and your eyes softened. You could count on one hand how often he had brought Sarah up ever since she died.Â
And while you thought you could understand him in the past, you loved her like yours after all, now that you had Ava, you realised that loosing her would kill you.Â
It would be something you could never come back from.Â
But he did.Â
âI never cheated on you. I know you thought I did, canât blame your for it. Tess was justâŚ. Fuck, how do I explain this?â He sighed, his fingers rubbing over his chin.Â
âI never deserved you. Youâre too fucking good for me. For everyone really. Because even after the whole world went to shit, you still had some kindness left for everyone around you. I know how much you hated what we did in the beginning. And I hated myself for putting you through it. I hated myself for putting you through everything I did to you since the moment Sarah diedâŚâ he said and you could see his eyes watering.Â
âCanât blame you for hating me and leaving. And not telling me aboutâŚ.â
âJoelâŚ.â You said, setting your glass down and getting closer towards him, your hand reaching for his. Slowly he turned his hand so you could put yours in it, his fingers wrapping around your hand softly.Â
âIâm not gonna lie and tell you that itâs okay. Cause I was hurting. You were hurting me. Every time you left in the morning without a word. Every time you passed out drunk and drugged after you came back. It was like living with a ghost and it was killing me. That was the reason I decided to leave when I found out. I couldâŚ. I couldnât bring a child into this. And I knew I wanted her before I even met her. Even though it seems crazy to bring a child into this world. But⌠She was half you. And the thought that there was even the possibility that you didnât wanted herâŚ.â You took a deep breath.Â
âHonestly? I canât tell you how I would have reacted. I was⌠I was really fucked up in the weeks before you left. I was taking too many drugs. Drank too much. Got too fucking reckless. But that changed when you left,â he said and squeezed your hand.Â
âNot right away. It might have gotten worse first but⌠I got better. Not perfect, but better. And I⌠Fuck I even talked through some shit with someone. Made me realise I never even told you how much I love you,â he said and you were pretty sure you stopped breathing as he looked at you, a small smile tilting his lips up.Â
âPretty sure I fell for you the first time you walked through my door wearing that pretty baby blue dress. Even though you were way too young for me. Still are. ButâŚ. I hope you knew, know. I really fucking love you,â he said and you felt a tear running down your cheek.Â
âCan you tell me about her? About Ava?â He asked before you could form an answer to his confession. And so instead you told him.Â
You told him about how you craved strawberries your whole pregnancy. How Bill traded one of his guns for the seeds from Tess.
You told him that she only slept through the night in the beginning, when Bill put her to sleep.Â
You told her how much she reminded you of Sarah when she smiled at you.Â
You told her how every time you looked at her you saw him.Â
Hours went by where you two talked, you ending up leaning against Joelâs side, his arm around you. His fingers brushing over your arm, his other hand still holding yours. His lips brushing over your skin when he told you about how Ellie ended up at in his care.Â
How he wanted to take her to Wyoming to search for his brother who might know how to find the fireflies.Â
âDo you know where he is?â You asked and he shrugged.Â
âNot exactly. I know he messaged me from the Cody tower, so thatâs where weâll be going,â he mumbled and you nodded.Â
âWe could take Billâs truck,â you said and he stilled. You looked up at him.Â
âWe?â He asked and you chuckled, sitting yourself up so you were facing him, your hand now on his cheek.Â
âYou really think Iâm gonna let you go now?â You asked with a smile.Â
And then you finally kissed him.Â
It was decided that you would leave within the next 5 days, giving you enough time to make a list (You always made lists) of everything you had to pack.Â
Which was a lot. Getting four people across the country on a trip that hopefully would be just like you remembered road trips to be, took a lot of supplies.Â
And while you were preoccupied deciding which food was best to take, Joel had asked you if he could spend some time with Ava. He wanted to get to know her. And of course, you agreed. Watching him, Ellie and Ava walk towards the garage where they spend hours doing god knows what.Â
It was almost dark outside when they walked back in, your heart melting as you watched Joel carry a very sleepy Ava inside who told you all about how seatbelts where very scary, something you would make sure to ask Joel about as you took her upstairs, putting her to bed.Â
The days went by quickly like that.
Joel quickly became Avaâs favourite person which could have to do with the fact, that she was always allowed to sit on his shoulders. Ellie had been confused, yet delighted at the change in the grumpy man she had left the QZ with.Â
He even got his Dad jokes out, making the teenager groan in mock annoyance throughout the day. Ellie also spend a lot of time with you, wanting to learn everything you offered to teach her. Starting from making protein bars for the trip down to how to properly braid her hair.Â
Even though she preferred you doing it.Â
You got the impression that she never really had anyone how just⌠listened to her or wanted to spend time with her. She told you she grew up in FEDRA School and that her mother had died while giving birth.Â
She had no family and her best friend (though you got the impression Riley had been more than just a friend) had died not that long ago.Â
That the only thing she had left in life was her purpose to save the world. Joel had told you that she was immune, Ellie showing you the healed scars to confirm it.Â
âYou know that thatâs not the only thing you have left, right?â You asked her, sitting on the porch next to her, enjoying one last sunset, watching Joel and Ava play soccer. Her little feet chasing after Joel with happy squeals.Â
âWhat do you mean?â Ellie asked and you looked at her with a smile.Â
âYou have us, Ellie. You think we just gonna let you go?â You asked and she stubbornly shook her head.Â
âI have to do this. Itâs my purpose. I have to save the world,â she said and looked away from you.Â
âAre you saying this because you feel that way, or because someone told you so?â You asked and she looked at you.Â
âBecause it should be your decision what to do and what not. And⌠think about it, even if they are somehow able to make a cure out of your blood, do you really think they will be able to make enough to make a vaccine for everyone? Who will decide who gets it? And if they end up deciding on giving it to everyoneâŚ. There are so many bad people out there. Do they deserve to be saved too?â You asked and you could see her thinking about your words and you smiled softly at her.Â
âEven if you donât like hearing it, your a kid Ellie. You should grow up and live first before you make a decision like that. You donât even know how they would get whatever they needed from your blood. If I remember correctly Cordyceps grow in the brain, what if they have to get into your brain to get out whatever they need?â You said and her eyes widened.Â
âBut MarleneâŚ.â She whispered and you reached over her, taking her hand.Â
âI donât know how well you know Marlene, but Iâve known her for more than ten years. I know how she manipulates people to get what she wants. You wouldnât even notice it,â you said and she sighed.Â
âIâm gonna think about it,â she said finally and you gave her a small smile.Â
âThatâs all I ask about. Now how about you get upstairs and take one last long hot shower before we are on the road for days?â You asked and she nodded, standing up and turning away from you to walk inside the house before she turned back to you and hugged you quickly.
After saying good night to Ellie later you walked towards your daughters room, her little suitcase for her toys laying open next to her bed, waiting for Sluggi to be put into the next morning. She was already in bed, Joel sitting on the floor next to her, reading to her.Â
You wished you could take a picture of this. Unfortunately the Polaroid camera had broken earlier this year.Â
âMommy!â A tired Ava smiled as she saw you, her arms raised towards you. Joel looked up and smiled at you as you walked over, climbing into the bed behind your daughter, pulling her into your arms.Â
âWhat story is Joel reading you?â You asked.Â
âThe little mermaid,â she said and you found Joelâs eyes. You had been thinking about it for the last days now. Telling her who Joel really is. He slipped into your life like the missing piece, the man you had fallen in love with all these years back seemingly falling right back into his role as being the best father there ever could be.Â
So before you could talk yourself out of it you said
âYour sister loved that one too.â
Joel gulped, his eyes growing sad for a moment, before he looked at Ava.Â
âI have a sister?â She asked you, her eyes big.
âMmmhâŚ. Her name was Sarah. She watched the movie every single night before she went to bed,â you explained and Ava pursed her lips in an ooooh motion.Â
âThere was a movie?â She asked in awe.
âOh yeah there was. And a cassette with the music. Canât remember how often she made me listen to itâ Joel said and smiled softly.Â
âWhere is Sarah?â Ava asked and your smile went sad.Â
âSheâs where Uncle Bill and Uncle Frank are. Watching over us,â you explained and she hummed.Â
âI wish I could hug her,â she whispered and you nodded, tears in your eyes, squeezing her against your chest, your hand reaching out Joelâs hand finding yours as you kissed her forehead, looking at him who had tears in his eyes.Â
âMe too baby. Me too,â you whispered before taking a deep breath.
âYou know Joel is her daddy,â you finally said and she looked at you.Â
âHe is?â She asked and you nodded.Â
âI bet he is the best daddy,â she sighed and you chuckled at Joelâs cheeks turning pink.Â
âYeah he is. What would you say if I tell you that Joel is your daddy too?â You asked and her big eyes looked at you first and then her head turned towards Joel.Â
âMy daddy?â She asked and both you and Joel nodded with a smile, her smile getting wider, before she jawned.
âI always wanted a daddy,â she whispered before her eyes dropped close.Â
You were walking down the stairs to Bill's basement after you showered, finding Joel checking if he could manage to take any more guns. The supplies had all been packed into the truck already, but he just couldnât bring himself to leave anything of value behind.Â
He looked up when he heard your footsteps, giving you a small smile.Â
Walking over to him you were surprised when he reached for you, pulling you into his lap, one of his arms looped around you, his other hand on your cheek, his fingers brushing over your skin.Â
âI didnât know you were gonna tell her,â he whispered and you smiled.Â
âShe deserves to know. Iâm sorry I didnât tell her sooner. If I would have stayed you wouldnât have missed so muchâŚâ he stopped you by kissing you softly.Â
âNone of that. We both know I would have fucked this up. I would have said some really fucked up things and hurt you even more. So, thereâs nothing you have to be sorry for, okay?â He looked at you, his eyes pleading.Â
You released a long breath, bringing both of your arms up to cross behind his neck.Â
âHave I told you lately that I love you, Joel Miller?â You whispered with a small smile that he mirrored.Â
âDonât think so. But I donât blame you, I gotta say it a lot more often than you to make up for all the years I didnât tell you. I do love hearing it though. Love you,â he mumbled before he kissed you again. His lips moving on top of yours slowly, his hand tilting your head up a little so he could deepen the kiss.Â
With a little sigh you parted your lips for him, his tongue dipping into your mouth, a deep moan coming from him, his arm pulling you closer against him.Â
There had been lots of making out in the last days, stolen kisses when the girls werenât in the room, secret touches under the table while you had dinner.Â
But you havenât slept together.Â
And you were ready.Â
âJoel,â you mumbled, parting from his lips. He hummed, his lips running down your jaw.Â
âWe arenât gonna be alone for a while,â you whimpered, your head tilting up to give his wandering lips some more space.Â
âWhat are you proposing?â He asked, playfully nibbling on your neck.Â
âIâm proposing that you fuck me, Miller. Right here,â you gasped when you felt his other hand slip between your legs.Â
âRight here?â He asked, his fingers over the seam of your slick panties.Â
âMmmmhhâŚ.â You closed your eyes, biting your lip when he pushed the fabric to the side, his fingers dipping between you slick folds, lazily teasing you.Â
âAll that for me?â He asked and you opened your eyes, crashing your lips against his.Â
âItâs been almost four years Joel. Please donât tease me,â you whined and his eyes softened before he picked you up and set you down on the table behind him. Within the next minutes you were both naked, your hands in his hair as you kissed him as he stood between your parted legs, the heavy weight of his cock resting against your stomach.Â
âGonna need to prepare you,â he hummed, his hands on your ass. You shook your head.Â
âPlease just fuck me. You know I can take it,â you whined, one of your hands wrapping around his cock, making him hiss. He groaned, sucking your bottom lip between his before he slapped your hand away, his dark eyes fixed on yours as he held his hand out to you. Waiting.Â
Feeling your whole body heat up you spit in his hand and the left corner of his mouth twitched.Â
âMy good girl,â he praised you and you couldnât stop whimpering.Â
He brought his hand down to wrap it around his cock, coating it in your saliva, before he lined himself up. You had dripped on the table you were sitting on, more than ready to take him.Â
âI love you,â he whispered and you looked at him with a soft smile, your lips parting when he slowly pushed his cock into you. Filling you inch by inch, both of you starring into each others eyes.Â
âMissed this,â you moaned.Â
âMissed you,â you crossed your legs behind him, giving him a little push, his cock finally filing you up completely.Â
âFucking Perfect,â he groaned kissing you again before he began to move, pumping into you slowly.Â
You let yourself fall back down against the table, stretching your arms over your head, your back arching, your tits moving every time Joel fucked into you.Â
He licked his fingers, bringing it down between your legs, his thrusts getting harder as he rubbed your clit, your pussy clenching around him.Â
âYes⌠Baby⌠Just like thatâŚ.â You moaned, your hands coming down to play with your tits.Â
âYou gonna be a good girl and cum for me?â He asked, moving faster, his skin slapping against yours every time he moved.
Nodding, you moaned, your eyes rolling back as you came, your whole body shaking as he fucked you through it.Â
âShitâŚ.â He groaned, both of his hands now coming to rest on either side of you as he leaned down, fucking into you deeply, chasing his own orgasm.Â
âWant you to cum again,â he grunted, kissing you, drilling his cock into you, the whole table moving over the floor.Â
âWant you to cum inside me. Let me feel you,â you whimpered, your hands in his hair, trying to meet his thrusts.Â
âFuck that isâŚ. Not a good ideaâŚ.â He laughed and you grinned.Â
âI donât care. Wanna feel you. Cum for me, Joel. Cum inside me,â you whispered and he groaned, fucking into you a half dozen times more before you felt him twitch inside of you, filling you, making you cum for a second time.Â
Both out of breath you looked at each other before Joel leant down and kissed you.Â
âSleep in bed with me?â You hummed against his lips.Â
âAs long as you let me,â he answered against your lips before you both sneaked upstairs.Â
Against all odds after six days of a rather boring trip across the country you reached the radio tower in Cody. And two days later a group patrol of people on horses found you, asking you all kinds of questions before a man pulled the bandana that had been covering his face down, revealing Tommy Miller in the flesh.Â
By now you were living in Jackson for almost a year.Â
Ellie had decided to stay and live her life, the constant threat of someone looking for her still on the horizon, but it was decided that the town was not in immediate danger. Patrols kept an eye out for fireflies, but they havenât spotted anyone.Â
You were living a happy life all things considered.Â
Ava went to pre school, Ellie went to normal school. They really became sisters in the last year, spending a lot of time together.Â
Even though Ellie started to spend more and more time with a girl called Dina you suspected was more than just a friend.Â
Joel was always working on improving the house.Â
He had changed the most, back to the man he had been before the outbreak. Yes, he still was the protector when he needed to be, but most of the time he was just Joel. Your husband.Â
âYellow?â He asked, holding the can of paint up.
You walked over to him with a smile, nodding.
âItâs a happy colour. I like happy colours,â you shrugged and he chuckled, setting the can down on the floor before he put his arms around you, pulling you against his chest.
One of his hands came to rest on your growing belly, the baby inside kicking up a storm as if it could sense their dads hand, making you both smile.Â
âStill think itâs gonna be a girl?â You asked and he nodded, before he kissed you softly.Â
âThink Iâm meant to be surrounded by beautiful girls,â he hummed before he kissed you again.Â
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Baby Daddy (Pt. 1)
Rafe Cameron x Reader
A/n: Wrote this a while back and got a lot of requests for a part 2 so I will post it as well! Along with a blurb I've written. Never really planned to make this a series but if you guys want more just let me know! :)
Warnings: Light smut, language, cocaine, angst, pregnancy, mention of abortion, fluff at the end
Word Count: 2.7k+
Rafe thrusted into you one final time before finishing. Cumming deep inside of you for the fourth time tonight. "Fuckkkkk," He moaned before pulling out of you and laying on his back. "You're so fucking tight."
"Yep," You said dryly as you pulled your panties and shorts back on.
"Where are you going?" Rafe asked as he turned to look at you.
"Uhhh, home?" You tell him. "Why would I stay?"
"Whatever," Rafe said before rolling over and pouring a line of coke out on his night stand.
You rolled your eyes and grabbed your bag before leaving his room and storming through the house out the front door.
The walk home was boring. You put your headphones in and slowly danced your way back to the Chateau. As you did every fucking night.
After your mom split and John B's dad went missing you were John B's legal guardian. You were step siblings but his dad raised you when your mom left and for that you were forever grateful. Even though you were a little older, you were really close with John B and his friends. You guys did everything together. Told eachother everything. Except for this.
You'd been sleeping with Rafe for 6 months now. It all started after a Christmas party last December. You were working your shift at the club, way more tipsy than you should have been for being on the clock. A drunk Rafe Cameron started talking you up and you flirted back. The boy was handsome enough. Granted, he was a fucking dick. But you just wanted to get off.
He took you into the bathroom on your break and absolutely rocked your world. No one had ever made you cum like he did. The way you could feel yourself release around his cock made you both fucking dissolve into the earth.
From that day forward, you guys fucked constantly. But you never told a soul and neither did he. Kooks and Pogues don't hook up.
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Your eyes flickered open. "Ugh," You groaned as you tried to sit up. You were in your room, Kiara asleep next to you. She slept with you every night since her parents kicked her out. She was your closest girlfriend.
A wave of nausea washed over you and you hopped out of bed and booked it to the bathroom. You expelled the contents of your stomach into the toilet. Gasping for air in between heaves.
"Are you okay?" Kiara was at the door now, crouching beside you to hold your hair back.
"Must be the flu," You said before vomiting again. "I didn't even drink last night."
"Alright let me get you some water and a pillow. You're probably gonna stay in here today."
You rested by the toilet and drank your water but by 11am you were feeling 100%.
You walked out into the kitchen and greeted everyone.
"Don't get us sick," John B said, stepping back from you.
"I feel fine now," You said. "I'm actually hungry!"
Sarah and Kiara eyed you for a moment. "Y/N?"
"Yeah?" You said as you popped some waffles in the toaster.
"Are you pregnant?" Kie asked.
You paused for a moment. You and Rafe never used condoms. And had you been taking your birth control lately? You were always bad at taking meds.
"Aha, no. No way." You responded.
John B, JJ, and Pope sat awkwardly.
You looked to the floor as you pressed your hand to your stomach. Thoughts racing through your head as you tried to remember the last time you had your period. "Fuck."
"Do you have a secret lover?" Sarah teased.
"John B, give me the keys to the Twinkie." You demanded.
John B fished them out of his pocket and handed them to you and you rushed out the door.
"Y/N, where are you going?!" Kiara called after you but you ignored her.
You hopped into the van and drove off quickly. When you pulled up to the drug store you ran inside and and bought five pregnancy tests and a gallon of water.
You leaned back in your seat and sighed after chugging as much water as you could.
You considered texting Rafe but you voted against it. You needed to be sure.
You drove back to the Chateau, grocery bag in hand as you locked yourself in the bathroom.
Two hours later you were standing over the counter, staring at the five plus signs set before you.
You couldn't help but cry. "Fuck..."
"Y/N?" You heard Sarah and Kie outside your door. You leaned back and swallowed. You had no idea what to do but telling a friend might be a good start.
You open the door and yank them into the bathroom. "Y/N! What's going on?" Sarah asks.
You pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh before nodding your head towards the bathroom counter.
Sarah and Kie look at eachother before slowly walking towards where the five pregnancy tests sat. Five. And they were all positive.
"Oh shit, Y/N..." Sarah said.
Kiara swallowed. "Uhm...is this like a congratulations or a 'we need to go to the clinic right now' situation?"
"I don't know," You said, joining them by the sink. "I should probably talk to...to..him." Your eyes fell to your feet.
"Who, Y/N?" Kiara asked. "We can take you there, we're here for you."
You laugh and throw your head back.
"Y/N...Who is he?" Sarah asks.
You bite your lip as you look down to meet her eyes.
She was confused and concerned. She wanted to help but her and Kie were both nervous about what was going on.
"Rafe," You said softly, barely a whisper.
Kiara and Sarah looked at you with wide eyes. "Wait..Rafe? My brother?? Rafe's the dad?!" Sarah was practically screaming now.
"Shhhh!" You said as you ran and covered her mouth. "Yes, it's Rafe's okay! Can we please not scream it to the whole world?!"
Sarah was silent as you backed away from her.
"Since when have you been fucking Rafe Cameron?!" Kiara asks.
"Y/N, he's a piece of shit!" Sarah added.
"Okay, listen! We've been hooking up since Christmas and...I don't know. I thought it was a one time thing but it just kept happening."
"Is that where you go every night?!" Sarah asked.
You sigh and press your tongue to your inner cheek. "Yeah."
"So you're fucking my brother," Sarah scoffs.
"You're fucking mine!" You hiss back.
Sarah rolls her eyes and shrugs. "Touche. But Rafe's a fucking dick!"
"Yeah, I'm aware." You sigh as you lean back and sink to the floor. "Should I even tell him?"
"He'd wanna know," Sarah said softly. "As much as I hate him, he loves hard."
You feel your phone buzz and pull it from your pocket. "Fuck, it's Rafe."
You coming over tonight?
"I can't do this." You begin to cry, placing your head on your knees. "Rafe doesn't even care about me. I'm just pussy to him."
"I don't know, Y/N...He's always sucked at showing his true feelings."
You shake your head before Sarah can say anything else. You grab your phone and respond.
No. We shouldn't see each other anymore.
You hesitate but press send. It breaks your heart but you know this is the right thing.
Your phone buzzes again but you ignore it.
"I'm gonna call the clinic," You say as you excuse yourself from the bathroom and go sit on the porch, lighting up a cigarette.
Your fingers hover over the screen of your phone, not being able to bring yourself to do it.
"Fuck this!" You yell as you toss your phone across the patio.
"Y/N-"
"What John B?!"
"Are you okay?"
You were pacing now, taking drags off your cigarette as you tried to catch your breath.
"You shouldn't be smoking." John B says.
You turn to look at him. "Doesn't matter," You mutter.
"You're pregnant." John B states. You turn to look at him again. Annoyed the Kie and Sarah said anything. "And no, Kie and Sarah didn't tell me. I'm just not stupid."
You sit down and sigh, dragging your cigarette again.
Your phone continues to buzz from the other side of the porch. John B goes to pick it up. When you notice him staring at it you quickly snatch it from his hands.
"Rafe?" His voice is almost a whisper.
You sigh as you take your bottom lip between your teeth. "Yeah." You respond.
You look down at your phone to see the five messages Rafe had sent you.
What? What do you mean? Why?
Y/N, I'm sorry I was a dick last night.
Please talk to me.
I'm sorry...
I need to talk to you. Please.
"Are you gonna tell him?" John B asks.
You put your head in your hands as you try to choke back tears. You had not intended to find out you were pregnant today. Nor were you prepared for your brother and all your friends to find out you'd been fucking Rafe Cameron. It was all too overwhelming.
"I don't know," You respond honestly.
John B sighs. "Look, never been a fan of Rafe. I had no clue you two were.....close." He says, motioning towards your stomach. "But I think you should think about it a little more and talk to him before you make a final decision."
You chewed on his words for a moment before nodding in agreement.
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You locked yourself in your room for the rest of the night. Curled up under the covers as your phone continued to vibrate.
Nonstop calls and texts from Rafe. Since when has he cared so much? He was probably just coked out and horny.
You decided to shut your phone off. He'd have to find another girl to get his dick wet. Sex was the last thing you wanted right now.
You cried yourself to sleep that night, completely unsure of what to do.
The next three days were awful. Throwing up all morning, crying all afternoon. Your friends tried to be there for you but you continued to barricade yourself in your room. You'd come out once in a while to grab some food and water and instantly go back to your bed, binge watching Jersey Shore on your lap top under the covers.
You'd kept your phone off. You really just couldn't bring yourself to talk to anyone right now. And the people you would need to talk to were right outside the door.
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"Oh shit," Sarah said as she stood up from her spot on the porch, getting a better view of Rafe's truck pulling up to the Chateau.
The rest of the Pogues stood up too, not fully prepared to handle this situation.
"John B!" Rafe said as he hopped out of his truck. "John B, look man, I don't have any beef with you, alright? I just really need to see Y/N."
"She's not feeling great right now, man." John B responded.
Kiara slipped away and rushed to your bedroom.
You heard knocking on your door and you groaned. "What?"
"Y/N, uhm..." Kiara begins.
"What is it, Kie? I'm sleeping."
"Rafe's here."
Your chest tightens at her words.
"I don't-I don't think he's going to leave without seeing you, Y/N."
"Fuck me!" You whisper as you pinch the bridge of your nose. "I'll be out in a second!"
Kiara goes back to where Rafe and John B are arguing on the porch. "She'll be right out."
The boys shut up and look at her.
"Thank you." Rafe said.
You hop out of bed and open your door. The light of day almost blinding as your eyes adjusted. You instantly missed the dark warmth of your bed.
You slowly make your way to the porch. Your plaid pajama shorts clung loosely to your hips while your tank top hugged you tightly. Your hair was a wavy mess. You hadn't done anything to it in days. But you really couldn't care less at this point.
You shyly step outside. Rafe's eyes flicker to you, a small smile on his lips before taking in your appearance. Concern instantly washing over his face. "Y/N, are you okay?" He asked, taking a step closer to you and reaching for your hands.
You quickly pull away from him and he frowns. "Uhm, could you guys give us a minute?" You ask the group. They all nod hesitantly and head inside.
"Why are you here, Rafe?" You ask once the two of you are alone.
"I haven't heard from you in days. I-I got worried."
You sighed and looked down to your feet.
"Look, Y/N, I'm really sorry I've been such a dick. I'm trying to quit the blow it's just so hard, ya know?"
"It's fine, Rafe. I knew what this was from the beginning." You shrug.
"I like you." He admits. You look up at him. "I like you a lot. I suck at showing it and I get why you're probably sick of me. But I need you to know you're more than just sex to me."
"W-what do you mean?" You ask confused.
Rafe lets out a slow, shaky breathe and scratches the back of his head. "I'm not good at...at showing emotions," He begins. "I don't like being vulnerable. That's why I do coke, I guess. I've just-I've never been good at the whole feelings thing and I just really didn't know how to tell you how I really felt. But when you said you didn't want to see me anymore...." He trails off, looking down to meet your gaze. "I-it hurt me..."
Your expression softens and you give him a sympathetic smile.
"And if you don't want to see me anymore, I get it. I just wanted to tell you-"
You cut him off by wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning your head into his chest. He was stunned for a moment but moved to wrap his arms around you tightly, nuzzling his face into your messy hair.
"I like you too, Rafe." You admit. "And I don't want to stop seeing you. I was just scared. There is something we need to talk about..."
"Anything, sweetheart," He says as he runs his fingers up and down your spine.
You swallow and squeeze your eyes shut. "Rafe, I'm pregnant." The words leave your lips without warning and you brace yourself for whatever is coming next.
Rafe stops moving. Your body tenses as you still cling to him. After a moment, he places his hands on your shoulders and pulls you back to look at him. "What did you say?"
"I-I'm pregnant. I was going to call the clinic but I thought I should talk to you about it first and I'm sorry I ignored you the last few days I just-"
Rafe starts shaking his head. "No, no, no, no, no, baby, shhhh." He says. "I just uhm...do you want to keep it?" He asks nervously.
"I-I mean...I've just never really thought about being a mom before."
"We can move you to Tannyhill," Rafe starts. "And I'll tell my dad I need more work and we'll save up and Wheezie can babysit and-"
"Rafe!" You stop him. You can't help but laugh. "Are you saying you want to keep it? I was only going to call the clinic because I thought you wouldn't want to..."
"Yes, yes!" He says, picking you up and twirling you around. When he sets you back down he takes your face between his hands and kisses you deeply. The kiss was passionate, filled with love, unlike the hungry make out sessions that usually stole your nights.
"I'm gonna be a dad!" Rafe yelled as he jumped off the porch, full of energy.
You laughed, tears of joy filling your eyes as you heard the Pogues come back out on the porch. This went way better than you had expected.
"I take it that went well?" John B asks as he watches Rafe run around in excitement.
"I don't think I've ever seen Rafe so happy before," Sarah chuckles beside you.
"Whoo! Okay!" Rafe says as he comes back over to you, practically out of breath. He gets on his knees and places kisses along your stomach. "I'm taking you to lunch. What do you want to eat? You can have whatever you want, baby, on me."
"Rafe," You laugh, running your fingers through his hair as he keeps his lips pressed to your belly. "Can I at least shower first?"
"Yeah, yeah, of course baby. You wanna shower here? Or we could go to my house,"
"Oh God, please go to Tannyhill." Sarah says, the rest of the group agreeing with her. "This here is a shared shower."
You laugh. "Let me just grab some things and we can go,"
"Okay," Rafe agrees, smiling as he watches you disappear into the Chateau.
"You gonna take care of her? And that baby?" John B asks as he stands next to Rafe.
"Definitely," Rafe responds. "She has no idea how happy she makes me. But I'm gonna show her."
John B nods and offers a small smile.
"Ready!" You say as you come back out, duffle bag over your shoulder.
Rafe takes it from you immediately and goes to put it in his truck.
"Congratulations," John B says, pulling you into a hug.
"Thanks, JB," You smile. "I'll call you later, okay? Stay out of trouble!" You command as you walk towards the truck.
"Aye-aye," He says, saluting you.
You smile as Rafe helps you into the passenger seat. "You ready to go, Mama?" He asks, brushing his hand over your still flat stomach.
You smirk at the gesture. "Definitely."
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the call pt 2 || platonic grid & gr63
summary: y/n finishes out the triple header strong after being called up to race for alpine
pairing: platonic!grid x george russell x rookie!driver!reader
fc & warnings: none and minor hate comments, bad language, and bad grammar from my end
a/n: i've never had this many people request a part 2 before so i hope y'all enjoy!! I'm going to keep her racing in the remainder of the season so keep an eye out for the rest.
part 1 | part 3
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alpinef1team: a point in the bag for pierre and another good drive for y/n đź
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user2: solid result for the team!!! y/n ate in her second race ever
user99: a team of losers tbh
ynuser: yay for points! letâs go pierregasly
pierregasly: we go again in brazil! points for both of us there đ
ynuser: everyone better make sure to bet on us đââď¸
yourbff: letâs go best friend(s)!!!!
ynuser: đŤśđť
georgerussell63: great stuff ynuser
ynuser: thanks georgie
user1: notice how he is always supporting herâŚ. is there something here?
user2: theyâve been friends since their karting days!! if you asked me back when they were in f2 if they were tg i wouldâve said yes bc they were kinda sus but now idk
user1: gonna go research the lore on their f2 days
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you let out a huff as you threw your padel racket on the ground and wiped the sweat from your brow, âgod dammit lance! how are you so good at this!?â
laughing lance shrugged, âmaybe you and george are just really bad!â
george shook his head, âno mate that canât be it!â
you took a long drink of your water as the pair continued to bicker. âdid you both see the weather for the weekend?â you asked changing the subject so theyâd stop.
âyeah, lots of rain it seems.â lance put his racket into his bag and looked up at you with concern. âhave you raced in the rain before?â
you shook your head, âno not really. i mean when i was karting yes but outside of that not really.â
âblimey y/n/n,â george ran a hand through his hair. âyouâve been going over those scenarios with your team right? thereâs a chance of some really heavy rain.â
âi have, i have. iâll be ok!â you assured them both with a smile but your friends looked anything but reassured.
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user2: jesus christ youâre so hot
user4: im obsessed with you holy f
georgerussell63: green is a good color on you. tho i think mercedes blue is better
ynuser: you mean alpine blue and pink
georgerussell63: nah iâd like to see you in my colors
ynuser: oh?
georgerussell63: you heard me
francocolapinto: đ
ynuser: and youâre coming to play with us next time yea?
francocolapinto: si bonita
yourbff: H O T
ynuser: thanks bb
ynuser: also i think george might be flirting in my dms rn?
yourbff: WHAT?!
ynuser: he said he wants to see me in his mercedes kit
yourbff: oh thatâs đ¤
landonorris: you look tall here
ynuser: thanks shortie đŠˇ
landonorris: uncalled for
user5: thanking your parents for doing it tbh
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holding in a yawn you turned to walk back to your garage after the brazilian national anthem. the 5am wake up for this âsuper sundayâ as they were calling it was catching up with you despite the butterflies swarming in your stomach. you had had the qualifying session of your life, which despite the cool confidence you played it off with in your interviews after, shocked you just as much as it shocked everyone else. you qualified in 4th. yes, you read that right, p4. something about the car came alive in the rain and you prayed it came alive again during the race but the rain was starting to pick up and it seemed like it was only going to get worse. youâd already seen several red flags in quali and would be lying to yourself if you said you werenât terrified that that was about to become you in the race.... especially with the threat of the entire field behind you, including max verstappen, wanting to push forward and push forward fast regardless of the consequences.
ây/n!â a hushed voice caught your attention. george had caught up to you and had a serious look on his face. âplease be careful out there,â he pleaded.
âyou too george,â you squeezed his arm lightly. âiâll see you on the podium, yeah?"
"yeah," george winked as you turned to head into the alpine garage.
your engineer, james, handed you your helmet as he went over a few more pieces of data. he was stressing over the litany of different plans the team had put together in the very short window between quali and now. the heavy rain and your heroic lap times caused just about everything your team had prepped to be turned upside down.
âright, right iâve got it james. plan a seems the most logical if i can keep everyone behind me.â you said as you pulled your helmet onto your head and fastened the strap.
things were about to get interesting.
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f1: the race is stopped under the red flag for a crashâŚ.. and y/n y/l/n is our new race leader! after running a surprisingly strong p4 for the first half of the race, she took the lead when those in front pitted for new tyres. y/n is the only woman in history to lead a lap in a grand prix
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user1: not them calling her performance surprising đĽ´
user2: I KNOW THATS RIGHT!
user12: only gonna last a second. she canât even compete with the likes of verstappen
alpinef1team: @ everyone behind, y/n.. can we pretty please keep it this way?
yourbff: real tears are being shed rn this is monumental
user9: god is this amazing
mercedesamgf1: we love to see this historical moment! even if weâre coming to take it back đ
user11: literally the most amazing thing iâve seen all day
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you ripped another tear off from your helmet wishing it would make it easier to see but to your dismay, you still couldnât see a damn thing. the rain was coming down in buckets, your inters were worn, you were fighting the car even in the straight lines to keep it on the track and worst of all, you were scared shitless. you had no moment to even be happy about your current position in p1 because you were too busy trying not to send your car into the barrier.
âmax is 2 seconds behind you and gaining very quickly. gasly is 1.2 seconds behind max and leclerc is 0.9 behind pierre.â james updated you on the radio which sent you into a fit of rage.
âjames for fucks sake i donât care!!! stop giving me timing updates!! i canât see the road so i canât do anything about it!!!â you almost screamed. "i can't even pass half throttle!"
ârain is expected to lighten in about 10 laps,â james reported ignoring your outburst.
â10 LAPS?! how am i supposed to survive 10 laps?!?!?â as you yelled you felt the rear of your car start to slide causing you to need to quickly snap it back into place. âthere is so much standing water james - i canât keep doing this. the front straight is like a swimming pool!â
âyes you can, y/n. lock in and calm down. you only have a couple of laps left in this class of rain.â
âlock in? calm down!? and what if i crash this damn car first?!â turning off your radio you tried to take a few deep breaths while focusing on the road in front of you. you couldnât panic - that would only make matters worse. you had to stay calm. you knew your car, you knew to deviate off the racing line to avoid the slippery curbs in specific turns, and you knew that you had to make it through whether you wanted to or not. panicking was not going to help anyone but there was little way to explain just how scary it was on track at this current moment.
another snap of significant oversteer left you breathless and near tears. âjames im so serious - i need wets and even then i donât think theyâre going to be enough. there's standing water on every part of this track. i can't race like this on these tyres. please talk to fia. please we need a red flag.â
âpitting doesnât make sense right now, youâll come out in traffic and your race will be over.â
âi care more about making it out of this race alive than coming out in traffic.â
âunderstood.â
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âthey couldnât have taken any longer with that red flag could they?â you snapped as you pulled your race suit down to your hips.
âno they really couldnât have! it was getting ridiculous out there.â pierre grabbed his water bottle, "driving couldn't have been more dangerous."
âalright you two! thats enough!" your team principal interrupted, looking very serious. "we have a real chance of keeping this double podium finish especially because george and lando pitted before this red flag and lost a lot of time," he explained. "y/n, youâre going to have to push, thereâs not much chance youâll be able to keep max behind you but weâve got to be fast enough to keep george, charles and lando behind pierre.â
right... keep 3 of the fastest drivers on the grid behind you both.. you were going to need a real stroke of luck.
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alpinef1team: THEY DID IT!!! Y/N AND PIERRE CROSS THE LINE AS P2 AND P3! HISTORY MADE
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"thats p2 y/n - great job! the entire team and i are so fcking proud of you."
"AHHH YES YESSSSSSS!!!!" you screamed into the radio, banging your hands against the steering wheel, "WE DID IT!! WE DID IT JAMES!!" the emotions hit you like a brick wall, and tears quickly began falling. "thank you all so much. thank you for this opportunity. thank you to the mechanics, to everyone back at the factory, to every single one of you. thank you for believing in me when no one else did."
"you're welcome, y/n. you deserve it. you deserve it all kid."
pierre rolled up next to you to drive the remainder of the cool down lap by your side. he waved excitedly and you waved back without hesitation - you both had achieved what felt like the impossible.
you were the first woman to ever stand up on the podium and you were the first woman to score points in formula 1, but you knew you certainly weren't going to be the last. if you would do anything with your remaining races, it would be to show the world just how much women belong in this sport.
you pulled into parc ferme and shut off your car as quickly as you could. you fumbled with your straps and when you finally got them off, pierre was standing above you with his hand held out. you smiled, grabbing his hand and allowing him to pull you out of the car. "we did it, p -" you said just loud enough for him to hear over the cheering.
"we did it, y/n/n." pierre replied and with that, you both turned and ran hand in hand to your team who was waiting with open arms to greet their heroes.
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ynuser: we did it 𩷠thank you to alpine for believing in me, thank you to pierre for being the best teammate a girl could ask for, thank you to my friends and family for supporting me through the ups and the downs and thank you to my fans -- i love you all so much
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user1: i've never shed so many tears over a race before
yourbff: i feel like a proud parent rn
ynuser: thanks for never giving up on me bestie
georgerussell63: you're a force to be reckoned with y/n. congratulations on an impressive drive! today is your day đ¤
ynuser: mark your calendars! 11/3 is national y/n day
landonorris: speechless... i am so proud of you. if someone had to be up there besides me, i'm so glad it was you đ
ynuser: thank you lanny. only thing that would have made it better is if you were with me up there đŠˇ
user10: tea LOL
francisca.cgomes: i dont think i've ever been happier?? my two favorite people are on that podium?
ynuser: stop dont make me cry agAIN
pierregasly: thankful for you mon ami
ynuser: đ¤đŠˇ
lewishamilton: being a barrier breaker is never easy y/n but you are crushing it. i am proud to race with you!
ynuser: you have no idea how much this means to me lewis
user9: thank you from the bottom of my heart for continuing to prove everyone wrong
user95: nothing could have prepared me for 1) them running hand and hand to their team, 2) y/n crying tears of joy on the podium and 3) gr63 picking y/n up and twirling her around in parc ferme
user2: george and y/n were so cute it was actually sickening. did you see the way he fixed her hair after putting her down
user95: and how he wiped away her tears??? yeah i saw it đĽš
user2: i want them together so bad
user10: you are going down in the history books
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25 Days Later â p.sh
minors do not interact!
pairing: ethical serial dater!sunghoon x fem!reader
genre: fluff, angst, smut, fake to real relationship trope
synopsis: For Park Sunghoon, relationships should remain uncomplicated. With life already filled with complexities, he believes that dating should only last for twenty-five daysâjust enough time to enjoy each other's company before parting ways. And thereâs Yoon Y/n, who was driven by her curiosity rather than romance, finds herself intrigued by Sunghoon's unconventional plan, prompting her to join him for these twenty-five days. Yet, beneath their playful interactions, an unpredictable tension hints that things may not be as simple as they appear.
word count: 39k (iâm sorry?)
warnings: protected sex (YES! PRACTICE SAFE SEX), Sohyun from triple S as Hoonâs twin sister (love that), reader has a bragger moment, mentions of corpses and dead people, mentions of accidents. I stopped putting indications midway cause i have already reached the maximum of ten photos per post thing (still donât know how this works). Grammatical and typographical errors ahead!
Day 26
Sunghoon just stared blankly at the screen of the laptop in front of him. His canvas was empty, and it seemed like he didnât know where to start with everything he had to do.
He knew he had to get to work. There was a deadline he needed to chaseâone website, a set of marketing materials, and cover studies for a book set to release three months from now. But damn, his brain just
wouldnât cooperate. There was only one thing on his mind since last night:
Yoon Y/n.
Sunghoon was confused. It shouldnât be like this. Heâd spent years perfecting his dating lifestyle, and heâd never messed up. Nothing like this had ever happened to him after nearly a month of getting close to a woman.
His heart pounded harder as his mind filled with thoughts of Y/n.
He roughly ran his hands over his face, even tugging at his hair in frustration. "Fuck! Is karma getting back at me?â
He looked up, staring blankly at the ceiling as he recalled Y/nâs beautiful faceâthe sweet smile, the lively laugh, the softness of her hair, the smoothness of her skin, and that nightâŚ
Then he remembered her tears, the sadness in her eyes, the words sheâd said that cut deep into his heartâŚ
He cursed himself repeatedly as he realized just how big of an asshole heâd been. He needed to do something to redeem himself and save the only romantic relationship he could describe as real. He saved his work, then shut down his computer. He quickly showered and got dressed.
He needed to talk to Y/n.
In just minutes, he was already on the road. If he could, heâd have flown his car just to reach her house sooner. He could already see her familyâs house when a motorcycle suddenly cut in from his side.
He swerved to avoid the rider, but even though he managed to dodge the motorcyclist, his car collided with a streetlight instead.
The screeching sound of tires and the crash of metal filled his ears. Then, darkness consumed SunghoonâŚ
Day 0
âAre you really listening to erotica?â His twin sister Sohyun teased, putting the earbud back in his own ear to hear what audiobook Sunghoon was enjoying.
Sunghoon laughed at his sisterâs mocking expression. âIs that what youâre listening to? No wonder you didnât hear me knocking on the door for the past ten minutesâ she exclaimed incredulously. âWow! I never knew you had this side to you, Hoon.â
âYou're over exaggerating,â the male chuckled. He turned his attention from the cover of a young adult fiction novel and glanced at his brother. âFirst of all, youâre overreacting again. Second, you have a key, so you didnât need to knock. Third, Iâm doing this to drown out the music from the neighbors.â There was a wedding resort next to his apartment, and he often heard the wedding march two to three times a day. During June or December, it could reach five to seven times, and he was already fed up with it. âAnd fourth, Iâm working, so of course, I need to concentrate.â
âYeah, right. Just admit itâyouâre only focusing on the love scenes in that audiobook,â Sohyun smirked.
âFifth,â he continued as if he hadnât heard his sisterâs interjection, âThis isnât erotica. There was just a love scene, and you happened to catch me at that part. It's not even that explicit; the sex is just implied.â He didnât want to sound defensive, but thatâs exactly how it seemed based on Sohyun's smirk.
The woman settled on the sofa in his small apartment, which he was still paying for with his income as a freelance web developer and digital artist.
âI have a date later. I found a physical copy of this book in her bag, so I searched for the audiobook. Of course, I need some ammo in case our conversation turns in that direction.â
âOh.â His sister shrugged. âWell, you're practically an authority on what women want. Iâm sure you know what youâre doing.â
That was sarcasm. Even though his sister's way if delivering the statement didn't make it obvious, Sunghoon was sure of it. He laughed. âIs it really an exaggeration to call me an authority? Iâm not an expert. I donât know everything that women want, dear sisterâjust some things. Honestly, I think your kind is too complicated to fully grasp. I just happen to know a few bits.â
His twin snorted. âIt doesnât suit you; stop pretending to be humble. I know the story about how youâve supposedly spent years studying the perfect dating formula.â
She took a sip from her paper cup and shifted the conversation. âAnyway, speaking of dating, who are you seeing now? And how many days has it been?â
He smiled. âAre you interested now?â
She rolled her eyes, but his grin widened. âHer name is Daehi. Yoon Daehi. I met her at Jay's birthday party,â Sunghoon explained, referring to a friend. âSheâs a high school teacherâsmart, a bit immatureâwhich is understandable since sheâs still young, kind of boring, and weâve only gone out once. Tonight is our second date.â
âYou call her boring, yet youâre still pursuing her?â
âItâs bearable. Plus, you know I prefer that they break up with me before twenty-five days, right? Iâm a gentleman like that.â
Sohyun snorted again. âIâm quite surprised that youâve managed to convince a lot of people with that 25-day theory of yours. I heard a TV show even contacted you, saying that they wanted to feature you.â
âI declined,â he replied with a proud smile. âIâd like to keep my life private, thank you very much. I told them that if they really wanted to feature me, I could consider discussing my theory with them, but they shouldnât include me in the feature. They agreed.â
No, Sunghoon wasnât a celebrity. It just so happened that he and many of his acquaintances had been in multiple relationships, allowing him, at twenty-four, to calculate the ideal duration of a romantic relationshipâtwenty-five days. It could be shorter, but it shouldnât exceed twenty-five days, because after that, the thrill is gone. The romance fades, and thereâs a boredom factor that creeps in between a couple.
And it seemed that many of his friends who had tried this approach agreed with him.
He had also been offered interviews with magazines several times, but he turned them down. He did want to inform people to help them, though.
Sunghoon believed that if everyone followed his formula, many would be spared from heartbreaks and unrealistic expectations. Many would enjoy life more and be happy.
Of course, there were those who disagreed with himâthe traditionalists, the religious folks, the ultra-feminists, the sentimental romantics, and those who turned a blind eye to reality. But why should he let them affect him? His life had been free of heartaches since he started practicing the 25-day dating method three years ago. There was one time he had to file a temporary restraining order against a woman who wouldnât leave him alone, and there were two or three others who still contacted him, unable to move on. But generally, things were good! He had never been this happy before, and dating had never been this fun.
Sunghoon glanced at his sister, who was merely three minutes older than him. âIf I were, I would follow my own advice, and I bet you wouldnât be sad right now.â Sohyun raised a hand in protest. âOh, no. Donât involve me in your nonsense. Iâm happy being the single, strong, and independent woman that I am, so no thanks.â
âSo, you donât have plans on getting married?â he pressed.
âIf I do, then I do. If I donât, then I donât,â she replied nonchalantly. âWhat matters is that Iâm not at risk of getting HIV, unlike you.â
Sunghoon laughed. âIs that what you really think of me? Of course, I practice safe sex. And for the record, I didnât sleep with all of them. Out of the fourteen, it was only about five, maybe six, or even seven.â
âWell, good luck to you then. I hope karma doesnât catch up with you and slap you with some sexually transmitted disease, or that so-called true love that others talk about, or just a dose of your own medicine, or whatever.â He laughed even harder. âTrue love, huh? You still believe in that?â
Sunghoon guessed that his sister was still a virgin, unlike him. He hadnât met any of her boyfriends, although she had admirers. It was also impossible for her to be a lesbian since she would blush over Kim Soohyun and other handsome, muscular K-actors. He suspected that his twin sister had been disheartened before but just didnât talk about it. Or maybe she simply had high standards.
Sohyun shrugged and took another sip of her coffee. âMy dear brother, just because we havenât experienced something doesnât mean it doesnât exist, right? Besides, I didnât come here to discuss your theories on loveâs existence.â
He pretended to furrow his brow at her. âOh, so you just missed arguing with me?â
âWell, thereâs a bit of truth to that.â He caught a glimpse of a smile forming at the corner of his sister's lips. âAnyway, I just wanted to mention that I have a friend whoâs interested in testing your theory. She wants to date you.â
His eyebrows raised. Someone volunteered?Interesting. This was only the third time something like this had happened. âAlright, how old is she?â
Her sister shot him a look of disbelief. âReally, Hoon? Thatâs your first question?â
âWhat?â Sunghoon shrugged.
"Sheâs a year older than us. She said she was curious about your theory. Also, youâre dating her younger sister, and she wants to spare her from the upcoming heartbreak, so sheâs stepping in to date you instead.â
âHuh?â he asked, confused.
âSheâs Daehiâs older sister, and she wants you to apply your 25-day dating theory with her.â
âIs this... friend of yours also a sociologist?â He asked as his sister had a doctorate in that field.
She shook her head. âSheâs a classmate of mine from the writing workshop I attended last month. We got close after meeting up for coffee regularly.â
âSo sheâs a writer wannabe too?â he asked, still puzzled.
âUh-huh. And sheâs also a teacher, patissier, sculptor, surfer, future architect.â
Sunghoonâs eyes widened. âWow, she must be really dedicated to her studies.â
His sister just shrugged. âSheâs had a lot of jobs. She says she was born curious.â
A slow smile formed on Sunghoonâs lips. He had a feeling he knew the real motive behind this womanâs interest. Maybe she just wanted to study him, being the friend of his sister. âHmm... so whatâs her name?â
âYoon Y/n.â
âHmmmâŚâ he said, pondering. âSo this Y/n... is she pretty?â
Her sister rolled her eyes. âWow, I didnât know you actually had standards.â Sunghoon chuckled as he scratched his nape.
Sohyun reached into the large bag beside her and pulled out her phone, scrolling and tapping on the screen. Then handed the phone to him.
It was a group picture of the women at the coffee shop. His sister zoomed in on the girl next to her, who was holding a book that he recognized as A Little Life by the cover. She had long, wavy brown hair, fair skin, beautiful sharp eyes, and a lovely smile, and a cute mole right below the side of her left eye.
Beautiful. There were other words he could use to describe her, but they would all be synonymous with that one wordâbeautiful.
âHmmm,â Sunghoon said, trying to ignore the sudden flutter in his chest and stomach. âSo when are you going to give me Yoon Y/nâs number?â
His sister's grin widened. âI knew that sheâs your type!â She handed him her phone, where the details of his new date were displayed. âJust donât hurt her, okay? If you do, Iâll be the one to beat you up.â
âOf course not. No crying; weâll just have fun.â he teased.
In his mind, Sunghoon was already planning his next moves. He would probably break things off with Daehi tonightâin a sweet, memorable, and romantic way, of course. Then, heâd gently break up with her. Heâll then contact her older sister, whoâs more attractive and seems more challenging.
â
Your sister's face was in a deep scowl as she came down to your workplace, which was just below your house.
"Is it true that you'll be going on a date with Park Sunghoon?" Daehi demanded without any preamble.
It seemed sheâd already talked to the guy sheâd been seeing lately, and judging by her look, things hadnât gone well between them. She was still dressed for her last date with Park Sunghoon, wearing a black maxi dress and a fully made-up face. You just nodded, continuing to put on your coat, gloves, and mask as you prepared to meet your new clientâsomeone who, apparently, had only been dead for an hour. Yes, your client was indeed deceased. The family business provided funeral and mortuary services, and you often worked as an embalmer as a side line.
"Why are you doing this, Y/n?" she snapped. "What's your damn point?"
You forced yourself to stay calm, keeping your tone steady. "My point is to spare you from getting your heart broken by a man who clearly doesnât have good intentions for you."
"I'm not that vulnerable!" she insisted, her voice rising.
"Keep it down, Daehi. You might wake the dead." You smirked, glad you had your mask onâseeing you smile would only fuel her anger.
"This isnât a joke, Y/n. Youâre stealing my date," she snapped. "Why do you have to be such a⌠a homewrecker?!â
"Iâm doing it for your own good, Daehi. And seriously, stop being so dramatic. Itâs not like you were about to marry him. Heâs a serial dater; he wonât take you seriously."
"You donât know his heart well enough to say that!"
You burst into laughter. "Oh my god, Daehi! Just stop. You sound like youâre in some soap opera. Are you planning to get into acting?"
She stomped her foot in frustration. "But I like Sunghoon!" Her voice cracked, on the verge of tears. "He's funny, sensible, cute, and I'm falling for him. How could you do this to me?"
You rolled your eyes. A week into knowing him, and she was already âfallingâ? Over-the-top.
You finished putting on your work gear and faced her. "See? This is exactly why Iâm doing this, Daehi." You pointed at her. "Look at yourself. Youâre too emotional, childish, gullible, and you canât keep your emotions in check. Especially when itâs for someone who has no intention of truly caring for you and will leave within weeks. Youâre choosing to put your heart at risk! And yet, youâre mad at me for trying to protect you? Whereâs the logic in that, Daehi?"
Her eyes filled with tears, taken aback by your bluntness.
"Iâm not a kid, Y/n. Iâm twenty-two; I donât need your protection. I can handle myself."
You shook your head. "Thatâs a bit of an overstatement."
She glared at you, her tears starting to fall. "Well, I hope he breaks your heart the way you just broke mine," she said before storming off.
You sniggered to yourself. Your sister really was dramatic.
With a shrug, you walked into the prep room, where you spent the next two hours cleaning, draining the blood, removing the internal organs, injecting formaldehyde, dressing, and applying makeup on your client, a fifty-five-year-old woman.
As you were singing along to the Backstreet Boys' I Want It That Way playing over the speakersâa rather ironic choice given your situationâyour phone rang in your pocket. Ignoring it at first, you finally checked when the caller proved persistent. The number wasnât saved in your contacts.
"Hello?" you answered, not bothering to remove your mask.
"Hi! Is this Y/n?" The voice on the other end made your eyes widen and your heart skip a beat.
Damn, eargasmâŚ
"Uh, y-yes."
"This is Sunghoon, Sohyunâs brother."
"Oh," you said, a bit taken aback. "Hi."
"She told me you were interested in dating meââ
You paused mid-stroke as you applied lipstick to the deceased woman in front of you, finding his words a bit odd. "UhmâŚwell, Sunghoonâ"
"Oh, please, donât tell me you're backing out. I acted like a jerk tonight and told your sister I found you interesting, and nowâŚâ
Your eyes went wide again. "Wow, that was quite harsh!"
You heard him sigh. "Iâm really sorry. Sometimes, no matter how much I try to say things well, they just come out wrong. But I do mean well for your sister. Sheâs sweet, and she deserves someone better. We actually just talkedâthink weâre on good terms again. Anyway, would you like to meet up tomorrow?"
You stared at the body in front of you. "Uh, wait, Sunghoon... I'm kinda in the middle of something right now. Could you message me the details? But yes, I'll definitely meet you tomorrow."
"Thatâs great!" His deep voice was filled with excitement. "Okay, Iâll message you. See you tomorrow, Y/n."
"Bye." You quickly ended the call, tucking your phone into your pocket while pressing a hand to your chest.
Good lord, that voice could easily narrate an erotic novel.
After taking a few deep breaths, you got back to work. Once you finished, you cleaned up your supplies and stepped out of the room. You encountered one of the staff members and told them that the body was ready to be placed in the coffin.
You removed your lab gown, mask, and gloves, disinfected yourself, and headed to your parents' office.
âIâm going home now, Mom,â you said to your mother, who was busy at her computer, seemingly lost in calculations. As a Certified Public Accountant, she managed the funeral home's accounting books. "Where's Dad?"
"He just took your sister home. She was crying when she came here and wouldn't stop. She said she's going to lock herself in her room toâher wordsâcry properly."
You chuckled at the newly found information. Your sister could really be the next big K-drama star.
Your mom looked at you closely. "What happened? Did you two have a fight?" You snorted and sat in the chair across from her large oak deskâthe one you used whenever you helped with office work. You explained your sisterâs infatuation with a notorious serial dater and how youâd tried to keep her from getting involved. Youâd learned about this guy from one of her close friends. Apparently, your sister had gone out of her way to befriend one of Sunghoonâs friends just to get introduced and ask him out.
You werenât sure if she was influenced by your own adventurous streak, but you knew your younger sister well enoughâshe wasnât as detached as you were. She was sentimental, naive, and far too trusting. If you let her go through with this dating scheme, sheâd end up crying and heartbroken for sure. "I only want to protect her, Mom. Itâs really for her own good."
Your mom laughed. "Youâre always like this with Daehi. Youâre more overprotective of her than your dad and I are."
You shrugged. "Well, look at your daughter.â Itâs like she doesnât have a brain, you wanted to add.
"But why did you have to volunteer to take her place?" Your mom raised an eyebrow. "You actually want to get involved in that twenty-five-day whatever?"
You scratched your temple. "I just thought it might be easier for him to let go of Daehi if he already has a new date. And, honestly, Iâm curious, too, Mom."
Your mother watched you carefully, concern evident in her eyes. "Are you sure you can stay objective while dating that guy? What if you end up falling for him and get hurt?" she asked, worried.
You laughed. "Mom! The man is practically a robot. He has no heart; he plays with women and drops them after twenty-five days. Thatâs it. How could I ever fall for someone like that?" You almost added, Do you think Iâm that foolish? If you didnât fall for the decent suitors youâd had before, why would you fall for someone like him? It would be a waste of your Business Management degree and your soon-to-be degree in Architecture if you did.
"I hope so. I donât want to see you get hurt, Y/n."
"Donât worry, Mom. I know exactly what Iâm getting into. This is nothing personal, just like my other little misadventures. Iâm just curious."
Her expression softened into a smile. "I was just like that when I was young, too. Itâs okay to be free-spirited, dear, but donât forget to take care of yourself, okay?"
You gave a playful eye roll but smiled. "Mom, if I werenât careful, would I still be coming home in one piece after everything Iâve done?"
Youâd already done a three-day mountain trek, cared for tigers at a zoo, gone skydiving, and much much more.
"Sometimes, sweetheart, no matter how cautious you are, life can still surprise you," she said with a knowing smile.
"Alright, head on home before I end up using todayâs earnings just to pay for your overtime." You chuckled. "Youâre exaggerating, Mom." You stood up and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Good night."
"Good night, dear. Iâll be home soon, just need to finish up a few things here."
Day 01
If Sunghoon had been less self-assuredâif he didnât have confidence in himselfâhe might have felt small under the scrutiny he was receiving. It was a stark contrast to the obvious admiration heâd seen on Daehiâs face when they first met. But since he was well aware that he didnât look bad, he simply held your gaze, studying your features just as carefully as you did.
The night before, he had made his last date with Daehi extra special. Believing that honesty was the best policy, heâd told her about what her sister had said and admitted his interest. Sheâd walked out, ignoring his repeated calls until, finally, around ten, she picked up.
â
"I feel like a jerk for doing this to you, and Iâm really sorry,"
he had said.
"Good that you know!"
she replied.
"I really am sorry."
He heard her sigh on the other end.
âItâs fine, Hoon. I appreciate your honesty. Honestly, my sister is more interesting than me."
"No, no, thatâs not what I meant, Daehiâ"
"And,"
she cut him off,
âIf Iâm being honest with myself, Iâd admit that there wasnât much spark between us anyway. Sure, I had a crush on you, but it was more like we were just siblings agreeing to go out on dates."
He exhaled in relief.
âMaybe I just wasnât the right guy for you. Youâre a sweet girl, Daehi; you deserve someone better. Someone whoâs not a jerk like me."
"I know, right?"
She laughed on the other end.
He found himself smiling, too.
âSo, have you already met my sister?â
There didnât seem to be any bitterness in her voice anymore.
âIâm calling her tonight."
Daehi giggled.
âNow that I think about it, you two might actually be a good match."
â
He hadnât fully understood what that meant until he finally got to call you. Your voice sounded muffled, as if there was something covering your mouth while you spoke to him, but he quickly noticed that you didnât seem like your sister, who was sweet, fun-loving, and romantic. From your tone and demeanorâeven though he could barely hear itâSunghoon could already sense you were more direct, even strict.
Now, facing you in person, his impression was slightly different. You looked like⌠a scientistâa scientist who was carefully studying some microorganism under a microscope. And he was that microorganism.
To his surprise, you were far more stunning in person than in the photo his twin had shown himâwho had even called him earlier to wish him luck. And every part of him that could heat up practically did when he saw you up close.
You werenât dressed in anything revealing. A simple white satin dress and sandals with a slight heel, not overly curvy or busty, but you radiated an undeniable sex appeal. Sunghoon didnât know if you had this effect on every man, but on him? If he couldâif he really couldâheâd grab you, steal a kiss, and whisk you away somewhere private. But, of course, that wasnât an option. He wasnât raised that way, after all. Plus, he wanted to get to know you⌠and stare a little longer. Your face was stunning, such a pleasure to look at.
"You look⌠okay." It took a moment for Sunghoon to register what youâd said.
"Hmm? Excuse me?" he replied, a bit confused.
You shrugged. "I said you donât look bad.â you rephrased your statement from earlier, yet, it still sounded unpleasant to his ears.
Wow, who does this woman thinks she is? and what kind of men does she interact with? Models or celebrities, perhaps?
Sunghoon had never met anyoneâwhether a girl, boy, or someone from the LGBTQ+ communityâwho called him ugly. Never. The worst comments heâd received were about his skin being too fair, or that his teeth were too white, or that his nose was too perfect, but no one had ever said, or even hinted, that he looked bad.
He couldn't take his eyes off your face. "What do you mean? Am I ugly?"
You laughed. "If youâre ugly, then what do you call an average person?"
Sunghoon exhaled and smiled. Okay, maybe he just panicked and exaggerated a little bit. It seemed that you werenât being harsh after all. He was just about to open his mouth to thank you when you continued speaking.
"Iâm just curious on why youâre doing this. You donât seem disillusioned. With your looks, you donât look like someone who would reject someone heartlessly." His smile widened. "Thank you. You donât look bad yourself."
It seemed like you didnât even hear what he said and continued your statement. âUnless you have a really terrible personality," you added, which made him frown again. "Or maybe you have smelly feetâ"
"Hey, hey, hey, hold it." Sunghoon raised a hand to stop you. "My personality isnât bad, and my feet definitely donât smell. Iâm doing this 25-day dating thing because itâs effective."
"Says who?" You raised an eyebrow at him.
"Says my three-year record, my unbroken heart, and my happy, stress-free life," he replied confidently. "And a lot of my friends agree with me."
One corner of your mouth lifted in a smirk, and he hated how cute he found that. "Really? Is that so?" Hoon grew serious and crossed his arms. You were confusing him, honestly. He couldnât tell if you were interested or not. While you became more attractive in his eyes, he was also starting get annoyed by your comments.
"So, what do you want to say?" He shrugged. "Why are we here now?"
"Because I'm curious."
He had a feeling that wouldnât be the first time that word would come up between you.
"Okay. So youâre willing to do this with me just because youâre curious?" You nodded. "Youâll be wasting twenty-five days of your life just to satisfy that curiosity."
You took a sip of iced coffee from the plastic cup you were holding. "Thatâs fine. Iâm naturally curious. Iâve made most of my big decisions out of curiosity." He didnât quite believe you, but he decided not to say anything.
He took a deep breath and explained like he was some kind of a tour guide, "So we'll date for twenty-five days, and then weâll go our separate ways. No hard feelings, no regrets."
"I know that," you nodded, as if you were one of his clients negotiating about projects. Very professional of you.
He sighed, clearly frustrated. "This is so weird."
"Why?" you laughed lightly. "Your dates know the rules too, right? Youâve surely briefed them about it."
"Yes," Sunghoon agreed, "but never like this. They didnât come in with another motive. They just wanted to get to know me genuinely."
"I actually want to get to know you too," you replied. "What do you mean?"
"It just feels so⌠unromantic. Impersonal, you know? Like weâre making a business deal."
You laughed again, and damn, why did he find that so cute? He really shouldnât be feeling that way anymore. "Because this is sort of a business deal, right?"
"Thatâs not completely true!" he insisted. "If thatâs how you think, this isnât going to end well."
"I'm willing to cooperate," you said seriously.
He scratched his neck. "It doesnât feel like weâre on a date. It feels like youâre conducting a social experiment, and Iâm your subject."
"In a way, thatâs correct. I want to get to know you and understand why youâre doing this."
He was getting really annoyed at this point. "Why does that sound like you think I'm some second-rate person just because I chose to handle my love life this way?"
"I'm not judging you, Sunghoon," you replied calmly, which helped keep his irritation in check.
"Youâre definitely an interesting person, and I know itâs not just because of this 25-day dating method. But I guess you canât blame me if I focus on that aspect, right?" You clenched your jaw, trying to avoid saying anything too harsh. "But please donât take it personally. My curiosity led me to that writing workshop where I met your sister, to continue my studies, and to create that long list of job experiences. So?"
How could he explain this? The theory was meant to be objective to avoid heartache, but the people involved shouldnât be too detached either. How could you both enjoy your time together if, in the back of his mind, he felt like you were analyzing him? And if you were constantly looking for flaws in his theory, how could he genuinely like you?
"Like I said, Iâve made plenty of decisions just out of curiosity, so this isnât really different from those."
Oh, really?
He almost voiced his thoughts. Why did it seem like you had ulterior motives? Was it that you were out to disprove his theory? Irritation flared up inside him. Well, you were in for a surprise; he was determined to make you like him so much that youâd forget this whole dating experiment was merely about curiosity.
"Okay, deal," Sunghoon replied.
Your smile was captivating, and for about two point three seconds, he found it hard to breathe. Yet, he was also annoyed because your smile felt like a challenge. You were quickly turning into a mystery for him.
Ah, now he was becoming curious about you too.
How could he feel both frustrated and attracted to one person?
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"So what do you think?"
Your friend Sohyun asked from the other end of the phone. You had just come home from your meet-up with her brother and had barely stepped into your room.
"I think weâre perfect for each other,"
You replied, deliberately being dramatic.
You could hear Sohyun gasp from the other line, which made you laugh.
"You sound surprised,"
You remarked.
"Now that I think about it, you and Hoon do seem perfect for each other. Heâs a guy whose commitment lasts only twenty-five days, and youâre a girl who gets attached only until her curiosity is satisfied. You both seem to have perfected the art of moving on. It works."
"I know, right?"
you replied as you settled down on your bed.
"I think this will turn out well since weâre both objective and not into drama. Thereâs a chance we could be friends afterward. Though, he seemed a bit taken aback by me earlier. I guess heâs never met a girl who's not romantic or sentimental."
"Our kind is becoming extinct."
You both shared a delightful laugh before Sohyun probed again.
âSo what do you think of him? Do you think heâs cute?â
Cute? The word horrified you. What does "cute" even mean? My gosh, he wasâ
âOkay. He was okay.â you replied, an understatement of the century.
What do you even mean by "okayâ ? You didnât even know how to pretend that you werenât affected by the manâs presence earlier! Your act was top-notch.
From the tips of his neatly gelled hair to his ridiculously handsome face, his tall and poised frame, the way he carried his simple white button-up long sleeve, black trousers, and Prada loafers, his deep, resonant voice, his piercing gaze, the way his hot canines would show when he smile, and the scent that lingered...
God, did you really need to keep going with those thoughts?
And It didn't help that whenever he looks at you, it felt like he was taking in every feature of your face. You wanted to feel self-conscious and blush fiercely, but thankfully, you weren't really the type to blush. Your earlier image of being a 'confident and detached woman' was almost fading... along with your other pantiesâŚ.
Wait, what!? NO! Y/n, you are an intelligent woman and donât give in to physical urges that easily!
"You didn't find him attractive?"
Sohyun asked, sounding skeptical from the other end of the line. It seemed she didnât believe your description of her twin brother, and she was right to doubt it because it wasn't entirely accurate.
"Of course I did,"
You confessed.
âCome on, do you think I'm blind? I maybe in serious need of prescription glasses, but I can still recognize genuine good looks.â
Your friend laughed.
"That's great!â
You briefly pulled the phone away from your ear, surprised by the tone of Sohyun's voice. Was this really your friend on the other line? It sounded like she wanted to play matchmaker, and you, of all people, for her brother? That seemed like a bad idea.
"So when's your next date?"
She asked as you pressed your phone back to your ear.
"Tomorrow. Weâre just going to the park so we can talk better. Wednesday works for both of us since weâre free all day."
"Well, good luck to you both. I really hope everything ends well. I hope in the end, you both become wiser, happier, and better people. Because if either of you gets heartbroken, Iâll feel like itâs my fault."
You laughed.
"Come on! I volunteered for this situation. Plus, you know Iâm not the type to get heartbroken. You even said Iâve perfected the art of moving on. And itâs not like Iâm going to fall in love with your brother while doing this. He knows Iâm just curious about it, so itâs not really datingâitâs more of a social experiment."
Your friend's response was a heavy sigh.
âI hope so."
Which made you a bit nervous.
"Anyway, what are your plans for the last week of the month?"
She changed the subject.
"We're planning to go to Jeju. Do you want to come?"
You frowned, wishing you could join them. You missed going to the beach, but it seemed like you wouldnât be able to go until your semester break.
Day 02
âWhat's your favoriteâŚâ Sunghoon paused, rummaging through his mind for a word to complete the question, ââŚmovie?â
You two were at a public park, just a short car ride from where you live. You both spent the past hour walking, sitting, snacking on random food, and asking each other questions. And honestly, it was boring him to death.
You wore a light blue short dress with white shoes, looking cute as ever. Sunghoon had been holding himself back from leaning closer to give you a kiss very oftenly. His hands were practically glued to his pockets, trying to resist the urge to reach out and feel the softness of your smooth skin.
Maybe he was getting bored because he had something else on his mindâsomething that wasn't exactly appropriate for a first date, especially not in a public place like âthe parkâ.
Your lips puckered a bit as you thought, andâgoddammit!âhe was once again feeling that strong urge to taste them.
âStop! Donât answer that!â Sunghoon blurted out suddenly, startling you.
He sighed. âIâm going to die of boredom if we keep doing this like this.â
âLike this what?â you asked, a slight crease forming between your brows that he couldnât help but find adorable. He wanted to smooth it out with his fingertip. Maybe in the days to come, heâd get the chanceâand the rightâto do just that.
âLike thisâŚâ He gestured between the two of you. âItâs boring. It feels like weâre filling out a slum book, only verbally.â
You watched him closely, listening intently.
âWe need to do this⌠more naturally.â
You shrugged. âWell, youâre the expert here. Whatever you come up with, Iâll cooperate.â
Maybe we should just make out?
His inner voice teased. But of course, he didnât act on it. He was a gentlemanâat least, outwardly.
âLetâs go.â Sunghoon reached for your arm, guiding you toward his car. He drove the both of you for a few minutes to a nearby mall.
âWeâre going shopping?â You looked slightly disappointed.
"No, weâre just gonna try something different," Sunghoon said.
Moments later, you both stood at the movie theater ticket counter, scanning the list of films. "Instead of just asking each other what our favorite movies are, I thought this would be more fun. Weâll watch as many movies as we can today, then discuss them over dinner. Sounds good?â he suggested.
There was a sparkle in your eyes as you smiled at him. âDoesn't exactly match the formula for a second date you mentioned in that magazine article I read.â
He grinned. âWell, thatâs true. But letâs give it a shot. Who knows? It might actually be better.â
A slow smile crossed your face, making Sunghoon feel something fluttering once again.
"Consider yourself lucky you asked someone who loves watching movies.â
He laughed. âSorry, this is pretty unplanned.â
âItâs fine. Itâs more thrilling this way. Trust me, I know.â You flashed him another charming smile. âSo, which one do we start with? Iâve seen that one,â you pointed to a poster, âbut I wouldnât mind watching it again. The lead actorâs pretty hot.â
Sunghoon chuckled, aside from other things, thatâs the thing that heâs starting to like about you: your spontaneity. You both decided to buy tickets for the whole dayâthree movies, with only a few minutes in between each and all close by. You stocked up on snacks before heading to the first showing, ready for a full day at the movies.
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"You could definitely work as a movie reviewer if you ever get tired of your job.â you commented that evening as the two of you sat down for dinner at a cozy Korean spot. You had spicy tteokbokki, while he opted for kimchi jjigae, and you shared a plate of Korean fried chicken on the side. You had just wrapped up discussing your thoughts on the films you watched, and though not every movie had been great, you couldnât help but be impressed by his sharp insights.
"Oh, thank you,â Sunghoon replied, pausing to take another bite of his stew. "I just really like watching movies, so I guess that's why my reviews sound so... extensive." He even used air quotes on the word reviews.
You watched him, thinking. "You know, Iâve never had a date quite like this. Do you usually go all out like this with other people youâve dated?â
You asked as he flashed you a smile that shows his beautiful canines. "Not really. Actually, this is the first time Iâve tried anything like this. Normally, itâs just one movie on a date, and never before the fifth date. I mean, bringing someone to a dark theater too soon could give them the wrong idea."
You couldnât help but feel pleased. The man had been on his best behavior in the theater. There were a few moments when your hands brushed in the popcorn tub, and heâd flash you a little grin, like heâd won some small victory. But that was the extent of it.
"Oh, really?" You gave him a skeptical look, clearly showing you didnât completely believe him.
He chuckled. "Come on, Y/n, give me a break. Iâm not just sweet-talking you. Sohyun told you already⌠and youâve read about it too. My 25-day dating theory has a strict plan. This was just a small exception."
You raised an eyebrow.
"Alright, maybe I didnât break any rules exactly. Letâs just say I loosened up a bit today."
"Is that so?" you said with a playful tone. "Guess Iâm pretty lucky. I almost thought youâd planned all of thisâto have us discuss movies so you could impress me with your reviewing skills." He laughed, eyes narrowing with amusement as his dimples deepened. He looked so handsome when he laughed that you found yourself tornâshould you pinch his cheek or just kiss him?
"I swear, I didn't plan it," he said, still grinning. "So, I guess I managed to impress you?â
You smiled back genuinely. âGood enough."
He let out a soft chuckle, shorter than before, but still cute.
âBut really, why are you doing this?â you asked as you turned serious.
"You mean the movie reviews?"
You shook your head. "No, Iâm talking about your whole... cause. Being a serial dater. Whatâs the reason behind it?"
"Youâre starting sound like a journalist with all these questions." A smile crept back onto his face.
You shrugged. "Iâm just curious."
"You really love that word, donât you?" he said with a smirk.
You shrugged again. "Don't bother keeping track of how many times I say it; youâll lose count."
After a brief moment, Hoon focused on twirling his pasta around his fork before looking back at you. "I want to live a life free of heartache. If only everyone could be like me. Thatâs what I truly want."
"Well, Iâve managed to avoid heartache for years, Sunghoon, even before I learned about your method."
His eyes widened in disbelief. "Seriously? Are you saying youâve never had a boyfriend? Because Iâd genuinely think somethingâs off with every guy youâve encountered."
You took a moment to process before laughing, finally understanding his point.
"Youâre such a flirt; do you realize that?"
You noticed him trying to suppress a grin. "Iâm serious." Your smile dimmed a bit.
His compliment flattered you, even if you recognized it as mere flattery. "Iâve had boyfriends before. Twice."
"And youâve never been heartbroken?" He sounded astonished.
You shrugged with a touch of pride. "As your sister have said, Iâm an expert at moving on."
"Is that for real? How do you manage that?"
"I just donât care too much. I donât give a lot of f*cks," you replied quickly. "I think thatâs the real secret to relationships. Donât assume, donât expect too much, and just let things flow in the way that they should." Sunghoon laughed. "I think youâre just saying that to make me doubt my theory."
"I mean, itâs not a secret that I donât really believe it, right? Letâs just say Iâm conducting some research, which is why weâre spending time together. Something like that."
"You know what I think?" He set down his chicken and looked at you intently. "Weâll just go in circles for twenty-five days. Iâll do something to prove my theory, and youâll do something to disprove it. Thatâs all. Nothing will come of it; weâll just be wasting our time."
You adopted a serious tone. "What do you mean?"
Is he really going to wrap this up now? Itâs just their first official date!
"I have a suggestion. Can we set aside our biases about how long this date will last? We both know it will end after twenty-five days, so why not enjoy ourselves?"
"If you donât insist on your theory, I might not argue with you," you teased.
He smiled back. "I genuinely find you interesting, Y/n. I want to get to know the real you, not just this detached and defensive persona you show." Your heart skipped a beat at his words. "Can we go on a date without any hidden motives in the back of our minds?"
You paused to consider. "So, like a genuine date, then?"
Sunghoon nodded. "You mentioned you're curious. Letâs make it real. No hidden agendas, just authentic companionship while we learn about each other. How does that sound?"
You felt a twinge of nervousness, but agreed nonetheless.
Day 05
âWhoa! Your family has a funeral home?"
You couldnât help but chuckle at Sunghoonâs surprised expression when he picked you up from work.
This was your third date. Over the past few days, your schedule had been packed, and Sunghoon seemed busy with his projects too, so you had settled for chatting, texting, and calling. This was the first time you were going out again.
âDidnât Daehi mention it to you?â you asked in return.
âWe only went on one date; we didnât get that far in our conversation that night. All I know is that heâs still a student and that his parents are businesspeople. The second date ended in disaster because I told him we should break up.â You shrugged as you settled into the passenger seat of his car. Daehi wasnât too proud of the type of business you had, so he generally didnât share much about it with acquaintances and friends.
She wasnât used to peopleâs reactions when they found out about the family business. Usually, people were either frightened or overly intrigued, leading to too many questions.
Your sister has never set foot in the morgue because she was afraid. When you were in high school, your dad took you there to explain the embalming process. He believed it was important for the both of you to understand everything about the business since you would eventually inherit it. However, your sister got traumatized when the corpse's eyes suddenly opened while your dad was cutting into its neck. No scientific explanation from your dad could convince her to pursue Mortuary Science after that.
âSo, where are we headed now?â you asked, changing the subject. Sunghoon hadnât said anything when he called you last night, just that you should dress casually and avoid skirts or white clothing if possible.
He smiled playfully while keeping his eyes on the road. âDo you like drive-in movie theaters?â
Your eyes widened as you realized what he meant. âOMG, donât tell me?â
He was referring to the popular drive-in movie spot near your town.
Sunghoon laughed, probably because of the excitement in your expression. âYep. Unfortunately, the VIP tickets that include a free dinner are all sold out. Weâll just have cheeseburgers, fries, and popcorn.â
You felt like jumping for joy. âOh, thatâs totally fine! Iâve been wanting to go there for so long, but I could never find someone interested.â You smiled at him. âThank you, Sunghoon.â
He briefly glanced at you and returned your smile, making your heart race again. âYouâre welcome, Y/n.â
You fell silent for a moment during the drive, but soon, your curious companion asked again, "So... are you involved in your familyâs business?"
You nodded. "Uh-huh. I often help out when weâre understaffed," you replied without elaborating.
"Meaning, you also do embalming?"
You burst out laughing at Sunghoonâs expression. "Of course! Youâre talking to a licensed embalmer here."
"Really?" He still seemed in disbelief.
"You have a problem with that?"
He shrugged his broad shoulders. "Aren't you a bit too pretty to be an embalmer?"
You were grateful that you didnât blush easily. If you did, you would be bright red from the handsome compliment. "You're exaggerating. So, you think only unattractive people should be embalmers?" you said with mock horror.
He shook his head. "You know that's not what I mean. I just think youâd be better suited to be a model or an actress."
You paused for a moment before breaking into a wide smile. "Seriously? Is that how you talk to all the girls you date? Did that work for them?"
"Seriously," he replied, pretending to frown at you. "Anyway, I'm still curious. Do you like your job? Aren't you uncomfortable working with dead bodies?"
You examined Sunghoonâs arms for goosebumps, but there were none. You explained, "I have no choice but to like it. Come on, it has been my family's cause of living. My parents built it from the ground up long before I was born. All these years, those bead bodies have been what supported our family." You paused for a moment. "Wait, that sounds wrong. Did I just say that dead bodies support our family?" You both laughed. If taken literally, it sounded like they were zombiesâbrought back to life by the dead.
"Sorry if my reaction offended you," Sunghoon said after your laughter faded.
You waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, itâs nothing! Iâm used to that. Your reaction is totally normal, I tell you. It is pretty morbid, though." You decided to change the subject. "So, do you enjoy being a freelance digital artist?"
"Yes." He answered simply.
âIs that it?" you probed, wanting to hear more of his thoughts.
Sunghoon chuckled, a glint of enthusiasm lighting up his eyes. "Well, it's challenging. I see every project as a challenge, and I rarely get bored.â
"Sohyun told me you also design book covers. Do you get to read all the books you work on?" As a bookworm yourself, that thought thrilled you.
"Sometimes," he said with a shrug. "More often than not, clients provide just a synopsis. If they want a mysterious vibe, theyâll only mention the themes. Some clients have a specific idea of what they want for the cover, which simplifies things. But I really enjoy having more control over the whole process; it adds a certain thrill."
"I assume you take your own photos?"
"Sometimes. But that usually raises the cost. Most of the time, I either purchase stock photos or draw them myself."
You took a moment to reflect, appreciating how the conversation flowed since it felt comfortable and engaging. "But what if the cover doesn't match the book? Like, if the cover looks flawless but the content is awful? Does that bother you?"
He shook his head, concentrating on steering the car as he made a right turn.
"But isnât that misleading? Doesnât it seem like false advertising?"
"Not my concern," he said casually. "My job is to design a cover that boosts sales. Thatâs it. It doesnât matter if the book is bad; the cover just needs to look appealing enough to attract buyers."
"Oh no, I donât agree with that," you replied after a pause.
"What donât you agree with?" Sunghoon asked, genuinely intrigued.
"The false advertising part. Iâll always choose honesty, even if itâs brutally honest, over any kind of deception."
âOuch!â Sunghoon clutched his chest as if he were in pain. âThat hurts! Did you just call me a liar?â
You couldnât help but laugh at his exaggerated reaction. âCome on, I didnât say you specifically. And donât take it personally; I can be a bit opinionated sometimes. Thatâs just my perspective; it doesnât mean Iâm right. I know that sometimes we canât avoid lying to others. The truth can hurt, and if we want to spare someoneâs feelings, we have no choice but to hide certain truths.â You took a deep breath, feeling slightly drained from the amount you just expressed. âAnyway, what movie are we going to watch now?â
Sunghoon's expression brightened as he began to explain where you would be headed next.
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âWell, isnât this such a romantic scene,â you teased, laughing lightly.
You had just wrapped up the first movie of the double feature, and now it was intermission before the next one. A local band was serenading the audience with a popular love song while you both lay on a plush mattress in the back of his F150, gazing up at the stars. Hoon turned his head to catch a glimpse of you, who was lost in the beauty of the night sky, filled with twinkling stars. A playful grin crept onto his face as an idea struck him.
âItâd be more romantic if you scooted a little closer and rested your arm on mine,â he suggested. âThen I could lean in toward youââ
You burst into laughter. âIn your dreams, Park.â
His smile grew wider at your reaction. Hearing you laugh filled his heart with warmth, and he silently vowed to always give you reasons to smile. âYou really come off as someone whoâs anti romantic when you laugh like that at those certain things, you know?â he teased, inching closer until your shoulders brushed against each other, savoring the sweet scent of your hair.
âDaehi also told me that I donât have a romantic bone in my body. What does that even mean?â
"Aww. Your suitors must have it tough since youâre not easily swayed by romantic gestures."
You shrugged. "I don't know why either."
"So, you're probably not sentimental either?" he asked, curious.
"Well, I get sentimental about family, movies, things like thatâthose kinds of stories make me tear up."
"Really?" Sunghoon propped his elbow on the grass, resting his head on his palm so he could look at you instead of the sky. Somehow, the star beside him seemed to shine brighter than the ones above. "No wonder you didnât cry during Eye for an Eye,â he pointed out, referring to a movie youâd watched on your second date.
You shifted to mimic his position, a sparkle of amusement in your eyes. "You were the one who cried!" you teased. "Did you think I didnât notice you sniffing?"
That made Sunghoon smile in embarrassment, and he couldnât resist playfully pinching your cheek. You swatted his hand, but he simply held it gently and planted a quick kiss on the back of it. You seemed a bit too stunned to react, and his smile faded for a moment.
"I don't remember enjoying conversations this much with any of my ex-dates. They were never this fun or this easy to talk to," he admitted seriously.
You felt a little flustered and looked away, but managed to crack joke, "Oh, so you're using seduction as a technique now, huh?"
Sunghoon reached out and gently held your chin, bringing your gaze back to meet his. "Itâs called honesty, Y/n. You said you appreciate honesty, thatâs why Iâm telling you.â
Your mouth opened as you thought of something to say, but before you could respond, the host's voice came through the speakers, announcing that the next movie was about to start.
"Come on, letâs get up," you said.
"Wait a sec," Sunghoon replied, pulling out his phone and holding it up above you. "Let's take a pic first."
You pretended to strangle him for the photo.
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You couldnât quite explain the feeling as you lay in bed that night. A smile lingered on your lips, and there was a lightness in your chest that wouldnât fade.
You closed your eyes, trying to drift off, but then Sunghoonâs face would pop back into your mind from when you both had been together earlier.
Out of everyone youâd dated, he was easily the most handsome; no question about it. But you werenât the type to fall for just a pretty face. Sure, Sunghoon was easy on the eyes, his whole presence was. But that wasnât the only reason you felt drawn to him. You both shared a laid-back approach to life and relationshipsâno unnecessary drama, no over-the-top seriousness.
You liked his voiceâdeep and soothing to the ears. If you werenât mistaken, âmellifluousâ was the right word for it. You had a feeling itâd sound amazing if he ever decided to sing. You also liked how he spoke his mind, how his eyes always glinted playfully, and how his mouth would curve into a restrained smile. It just made it harder to breathe whenever he did both while looking at you with those beautiful eyes.
A soft giggle escaped you as you recalled how it felt like fireworks had gone off inside you when Sunghoon kissed the back of your hand and told you he enjoyed your conversation.
You shook your head. No, you were just amusedânot smitten. Who were you kidding? You knew this wasnât anything long-termâscratch that, association was probably the better term. So why let yourself get swept away?
Your train of thought was interrupted when your phone chimed, signaling a text. You picked it up and couldnât help but smile when you saw Sunghoonâs name.
Park Sunghoon: Just got home. Quick drive, no traffic.
Park Sunghoon: You asleep?
You briefly debated ignoring it and pretending to be asleep, but your fingers had already started typing.
You: đ´
He replied instantly.
Park Sunghoon: Oh, you look pretty when youâre asleep, Y/n.
You were about to respond with Only when Iâm asleep? when your phone rang, startling you so much you almost threw it. The ringing wouldnât stop, though, so you answered it.
âHi, gorgeous."
A pandemonium erupted in your chest.
Just like the first time youâd heard Hoonâs voice over the phone, you thought heâd have made a great telephone operator⌠or maybe an audiobook narrator⌠or someone youâd call when you wanted a little phone fun.
Huh?
âY/n?â
He called out again, snapping you back to reality.
âI told you I was asleep, didnât I? So whyâd you call?â
You asked, pretending to be annoyed. He only laughed in response. And oh, that laughâso rich, so masculine, and so dangerously seductive.
You bit your bottom lip to hold back a giggle.
âAre you free tomorrow? Itâs the last day of the Hot Air Balloon Fest, and I was hoping to take you,â
He said out of nowhere, making your heart pound.
Seriously, no segue? Did he have no mercy on your poor heart?
You were about to say yes when you remembered the date.
âOh, sorry. Midterms are on Monday. I need to review tomorrow.â
âHow about we go in the morning so you can study in the evening?â
You sighed.
âI wish I could say Iâd be able to study three subjects with just a few hours.â
âIs that so?â
You could sense the disappointment in Sunghoonâs voice, and you felt like kicking yourself. Why hadnât you reviewed yesterday or earlier today to lighten your load for tomorrow? Honestly, why did you sign up for a new course when you already had a degree in Business Management and an embalming license? Why did you fill up your calendar so much that it made it hard for Sunghoon to take you out on a proper date?
âYouâre way too busy, a student and an embalmer, huh?â
He laughed, which made you smile.
âYeah, Iâm also a patisserie chef, a licensed aromatherapist, an ex-surfer, a former high school teacher, a photographer, an average mountaineer, and a sculptorââ
âWhoa!â
Sunghoon exclaimed.
âYouâve studied all of that?â
âYeah.â
âBut why? I mean, aside from just being interested.â
He asked, clearly curious.
"That's just how I am. I enjoy learning new things, visiting new places, and experiencing different things,"
You explained, chuckling at his response.
âDo you like to travel as well?"
"Uh-huh. If I didnât have to help out at the funeral home, I wouldâve traveled more and tried out different things."
"With all the things you want to do, I guess starting a family isnât in your plans yet?"
"I'm only twenty-five, come on."
"But what I mean is, is it part of your plan? Or are you also like Sohyun? Just trying you ignoring that aspect of life?â
"Well, finding the right person is tough. You can't really plan on falling in love with someone and wanting to marry them. Love doesnât come with a timetable,"
You said with a laugh.
âThat was cheesy, Iâm sorry.â
He chuckled softly.
âBut itâs true.â
You shrugged even though he couldn't see you.
"And besides, we're dating, right? Who knows, maybe I'll end up liking this 25-day dating method of yours and follow your lead. At least it doesnât come with too much commitment."
There was a moment of silence on his end.
Then he shifted the conversation.
"Anyway, do you want me to help you review?"
Uhm, hello? And how are you supposed to study when there's a tempting distraction right in front of you?
You let out a soft laugh.
"Thanks, but how about we just go out on Monday night instead?"
"But there won't be a Hot Air Balloon Fest then; tomorrow is the last day."
You felt a pang of disappointmentânot just because you also wanted to experience the hot air balloon ride, but because Sunghoon seemed genuinely sad about your refusal.
"I'm sure there are plenty of other places we can check out."
Sunghoon exhaled thoughtfully for a moment before laughing.
âOh, I had just the perfect idea. Alright, Iâll see you on Monday."
"Okay,"
You responded, trying to sound shy. But goodness! Why were you getting excited already? You had just parted ways!
âItâs a date.â
You hummed and nodded in agreement.
âSo, Y/n,â
Sunghoonâs voice lowered an octave, sending a thrill through you.
âWhat are you wearing?â
You felt your cheeks flush. Oh god, his incredibly sexy voice sent shivers down your spine, leaving you breathless. Your face felt warm all over.
âPark Sunghoon!â
You scolded, realizing what he was doing. He laughed heartily, clearly enjoying the tease.
Day 07
"You look happy. Iâm guessing youâre going on a date again, right?" your classmate Yunjin nudged you, clearly teasing.
As you all headed out of the college building, carrying your bags after finishing three tough exams, you smiled at her. Since you were pursuing a second degree, she was younger than you, which reminded you of Daehi.
âIâm just glad the exams are finally over. Now I only have my thesis and finals left to tackle.â
âAlready? Youâre such a downer. Why donât you come with me and Kaz to karaoke tonight,â she suggested.
You remembered your conversation with Sunghoon on Saturday night before you fell asleep. He had mentioned he had a surprise for you later.
"Ah, I have a prior commitment, sorry."
Yunjin clicked her tongue, though she was smiling. "I knew it, you have a date with Dracula's son."
Something inside you reacted to what you heard. Thatâs what your friend calls Sunghoonâlike a vampire. Because of how the guy looks (in a good and hot way), and you couldn't disagree more with that.
Since early Sunday morning, he had checked up on you a few times and checked how your review was going. You only responded to him twice to avoid showing how much you missed him more than you should have.
You shrugged while concentrating on the path to the train station. âJust a pretend date. You know I'm just trying it out. And he wants to convince me to do the same 25-day thing heâs doing."
"Well, for someone who's pretending to date, you two are pretty convincing. It doesnât seem like itâs just pretend, with the sparkle in your eyes when you mention him. It looks like you're genuinely attracted to him. And who could blame you, right?" She teased. "Oh my God, just his eyebrows alone make me swoon." Your friend was practically gushing.
You laughed. "Really? His eyebrows?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying! His eyebrows alone are enough to make anyone swoon. Just imagine if we talk about his eyes, his nose, his lips, his jawline... Oh my gosh! And his body!" She practically squealed again.
You smacked your friend lightly. "Hey, stop that! You look like you're having a seizure.â
She paused and you saw her gaze fixated on something in the distance, a wide smile spreading across her face. You followed her line of sight, and there he was. Butterflies and worms were stirring in your stomach. Oh wow, Park Sunghoon really does look like a walking wet dream.
He was standing by his car, wearing a simple blue-and-white striped button-up, beige trousers, and his favorite loafers, looking like he had just gotten a fresh haircut. But what truly made him look even better was that broad smile and bright expression when he saw you.
You both had planned to meet for dinner later.What was he doing here on campus?
"My God, Y/n, if you wonât take him for real, I swear Iâm going to steal that panty-cream of yours and keep him for myself,â you heard Yunjin say with a mock squeal, giving you a playful shove.
"Get over there before someone else beats you to it! Iâm leaving so you two can have some privacy and so I wonât be tempted to kiss someone else's date. Bye!"
You shook your head and laughed at your friend, who had stayed back in her spot, just watching you and Sunghoon.
Your heart raced as he walked towards you. "How did your exams go?" he greeted, his sweet smile still on his lips.
You shrugged. "It was okay, though I almost bled out from the level difficulty," you joked. "Why are you here so early? Donât you have work today?"
He raised a hand and brushed away some stray strands of hair from your forehead and temple. "I finished everything last night so I could see you earlier. I missed you."
You pretended to roll your eyes, but a wide smile broke through. The jerk was flirting with you again, and you let him don it anyway.
"You donât have any classes, right? Do you have somewhere else to go?" Sunghoon asked, sizing you up.
You shook your head. You were just planning to have a beauty rest at home while waiting for your dinner date. But now that the object of your beautification was right in front of youâŚ
"Then, letâs go!" Sunghoon took your hand and pulled you toward his car.
"Where are we going? Itâs still too early for dinner."
It wasnât even two in the afternoon yet.
"Itâs a surprise," he said with a grin as he opened the door for you. For a brief moment, you felt the urge to kiss his lips just to see if that smile was as sweet as it looked.
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He had been restraining himself, curious about whether your sweet smile really tasted as delightful as it appeared. Although you were dating, it didnât feel entirely like one, leaving him uncertain about whether he had the right to kiss you whenever he wanted. In the back of Sunghoonâs mind was the reason you were together at that moment: your insatiable curiosity.
Regardless, he was enjoying your company.
He watched you as you soared through the air, gripping tightly while paragliding with the guide. Your gaze was fixed on the scenery, especially the setting sun illuminating one side of the mountains.
It would have been more enjoyable and more romantic for him if he were the one gliding with you, but he wasnât an expert at it yet, so it wasnât possible. Nevertheless, he enjoyed himself even while gliding separately. The sound of your laughter and squeals filled the air, bringing a light and sweet emotion to his heart.
He saw you ran over to him as soon as you got out of the harness and greeted him with a tight hug. "That was so much fun! The sunset is beautiful. Thank you, Sunghoon." He returned the hug and lifted you slightly off the ground, making you squeal in surprise.
All traces of regret over not gliding together earlier faded away. He set you down and stepped back a little to see your face. Sweat glistened on your skin, but you looked radiant with beauty and youth.
He couldnât hold back any longer and leaned down to give you a quick yet firm kiss on the lips.
âWeâll do it again, I promise. Next time, Iâll make sure Iâm good at this so I can glide with you,â Sunghoon said directly, trying to mask the impact that kiss had on him. God, his knees felt weak, and it had nothing to do with the activity they just did.
He gently caressed your cheek. "Come on, itâs getting dark."
That was when you seemed to snap back to reality, pulling away from him in surprise. He felt a rush of happiness knowing he wasnât the only one affected by that innocent kiss. He took your hand, squeezing it gently, and pulled you closer to your group.
A few hours later, feeling satisfied with what you both had eaten, you were on your way home, chatting cheerfully about various topics.
"Do you have class tomorrow?" Sunghoon suddenly asked as he noticed that you both were getting close to your house. He wanted to gaze at you, but that wasnât safe since he was driving.
"No, but I have work," you replied, referring to the funeral home. "Why, are we going on another date?"
"Just a dinner, maybe. Is that okay?" He shot you a cute look, trying to deceive you into agreeing with him. What annoyed him was that you didnât know how to blush; he couldnât tell if his moves were working on you.
You gave him a playful glare. "Is this how you are with your past dates? Do you really go out every night? That must cost a lot."
No was the right answer to your question. Sunghoon only took his dates out once a week because they both had jobs. But he wasnât ready to admit that this was different from his past dates. He even recalled how you laughed when he told you that you were the most enjoyable person to talk to among all his dates. He shrugged and feigned confidence, saying, "You know that I could easily get a sugar mommy, right?â
"Oh my god!" You playfully hit his shoulder while laughing. "If we go out every week, I might get tired of seeing your face, Park."
He pretended to wince, âOuch?â
You laughed even louder. "Iâm just kidding!â
You pinched his cheek. "Stop acting cute. Alright, come over to my place so we can save some money. I can teach you how to embalm."
The young man smiled. You were wrong when you thought that the he would refuse your offer. He was already starting to come up with a strategy; he would keep his focus on you the entire time you were at the morgue. That way, if anyone else was there or if the corpse did something unexpected, he wouldnât notice.
âYou can also join us for dinner.â you added. "Iâll cook you some japchae, kimchi fried rice, and kimbap."
He couldnât help but grimace, but that quickly faded into laughter, making his reaction even more apparent. A warm feeling spread through his chest as he listened to your voice and observed your expression.
To Sunghoonâs dismay, you both had already reached your house, and it was time to say goodbye.
"But you really should get home before eight tomorrow because I have another exam the day after," you reminded him.
He quickly brainstormed. "I could help you study for that."
"Yeah, but you might end up distracting me from my review even more."
He shrugged. "Alright, I promise I won't smile or smolder too much so you can focus."
You laughed at what he said. "That's not what I meant, Park.â
"I'll behave, I swear. Come on."
You looked at him, weighing your options. You weren't sure what other reasons you could use to discourage him. Sunghoon raised a hand and tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear. "If you haven't noticed, Iâm going to spell it out for you: I'm just making up reasons to spend more time with you, Y/n. I just want to be with you more, so please donât make it hard for me."
You froze, your eyes wide as you focused on him. After a moment, you playfully punched him on the shoulder.
"Such a flirt," you chuckled.
He secretly frowned. This seemed to be the issue with your situation; you took everything he did as a joke or just an act. "Well, you said you appreciate honesty," he shrugged.
You observed him for a few moments, trying to gauge on whether he were serious. Then, you flashed a sweet smile. "I think it's time for you to meet my parents. Come on in."
He was surprised as he watched you step out of the car and walk in front of his window, knocking on it.
"You coming or not?" you asked when he finally opened his door.
âComing!â he shortly replied, quickly hurrying to follow you into the house. All the while, it felt like there was a hyper drummer keeping time in his heart.
Day 11
Sunghoon found himself distracted as he worked on designing a website for a Christian foundation. His gaze kept shifting to his phone, waiting for a reply from you. He missed you, and if he could, heâd fast-forward through the days just to see you again.
His mind wandered back to the day after your paragliding adventureâŚ
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A big smile had spread across Sunghoonâs face the moment he woke up that morning. Heâd started his work early to get as much done as possible before heading to your place later.
He enjoyed spending time with your parents. And, without sounding too confident, he could tell they liked him as well. Meanwhile, it seemed that Daehi had already moved on from him. She spent a bit of time chatting with the rest before she headed upstairs, saying she was expecting a call on her cellphoneâmost likely from her suitor, who, judging by her smile, she liked too.
Anyway, he had a great time with Yoonâs. Your parents were hardworking, down-to-earth, and wise in conversation. They took pride in their work, honoring the departed with respect and dignity. They didnât let him leave right away, so it was around ten when he finally said goodbye. Later, lying in bed, you exchanged a few more chat messages before officially calling it a night.
By the next morning, all he could think about was none other than Y/n, Y/n, Y/n. He was eager to see you again, but work got in the way. By eight in the morning, he couldn't take it any longer and finally gave in to the urge to call you.
The call connected after two rings. "Hi! Good morning!" he greeted brightly. But what answered was a sniffle. "Sunghoon..."
Concern quickly filled him. "Are you crying? What happened? Is something wrong?"
"M-my grandmother... She p-passed away," you stammered before breaking into sobs. Between shaky breaths, you explained that your fatherâs mother had been found unresponsive at her home in the province. She was eighty-four, had been a widow for a long time, and lived with the family of one of her children.
"I'm sorry, but we wonât be able to meet later. Weâre packing right now since weâre flying out to Busan this afternoon. Dadâs assistant will handle things at the funeral home while weâre gone."
Sunghoon felt a wave of disappointment but kept it hidden. âI could drive you and your family to the airport."
"No need. We donât want to trouble you. Weâll just take an Uber." You sniffled again. "She was so full of life when she celebrated her birthday in October."
Sunghoon sighed. "Y/n..." He wished he could be right there beside you, to hold you and offer comfort.
"I'm sorry, I have to go. I need to finish packing quickly. Iâll call you later, okay?â
"Alright," he replied quietly. "Take care on your trip."
"I'll see you in ten days, Hoon. Bye."
"I miss you already," he murmured, but you werenât able to catch that.
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Now, four days later, Sunghoon was feeling lost and out of sorts. Their nightly calls were the only thing keeping him sane. His distracted gaze left his phone when he heard a door opening. A moment later, the door cracked open, and his twin sister's face appeared.
"Hey! How's my devilishly charming brother?" Sohyun greeted him with a quick kiss on the cheek. "How's Y/n? I heard her grandmother passed away."
He explained the situation to her.
"So, she wonât be back until next week?" she asked, surprised. "Sheâll have a lot of classwork to catch up on."
"Yeah, I knowâŚâ he replied, not paying much attention to his sister.
Sohyun gave him a knowing look, but he didnât notice, his eyes still glued to his phone.
âThat explains why you look like that. You miss her already,â she teased.
He turned to her, frowning, and swallowed before answering, âJust a little.â
Sohyun laughed loudly, wrapping an arm around his head and patting his hair. âAw, my poor brother.â
Annoyed, he pulled away.
âYou guys are talking on the phone, right?â she pressed on.
âOf course. Whenever she doesnât have visitors to entertain and when she has signal connection.â He hadnât meant to sound bitter, but it slipped out, and Sohyun hugged him again.
âHave you met up with Jake and the others recently?â
He was confused by her question. Since when did his sister take an interest in his friends? âAbout three weeks ago, why?â
She shrugged. âI just think you should go out with them sometimes. Might keep you from being too⌠heartbrokenâI mean, bored.â
He scowled at his sister, "Cut it out. I'm not in love with her."
She just laughed at his obvious lie and gave his shoulder a pat. He thought he mightâve heard her murmur, "So defensive."
Before he could reply, she added, "Mom and Dad were asking about you, by the way. Thatâs why I came by. You can meet up with Jake and the others tomorrow instead. Come with me to see themâtheyâve been missing us. Shut down your computer, and letâs go visit them together so we can both get the âwhen are you getting marriedâ talk.â
Sunghoon agreed, feeling that he missed their parents too, along with the great food and warm, cheerful atmosphere at home.
"Please tell me you've found her, son."
They had just finished lunch togetherâa rare occasion now that both him and his sister had moved out. They really cherished these moments, and their mom had even prepared a special meal, complete with dessert. Now, he and his father were on the porch, enjoying coffee where it was shaded and cool even in the midday heat. Sunghoon watched his father thoughtfully. To him, his dad had always embodied gentle strength, integrity, and inner peace. He admired him deeply for his loyalty to family, especially to his mom. Sunghoon aspired to be like him, but it was one thing to say it and another to live it.
Just finding a woman he could love for life was already proving difficult.
He smiled at his father. "Almost there, Dad.â
His fatherâs eyes sparkled with warmth. "That's good to hear. Itâs better than your usual answer of ânot yet.â Thatâs progress." He gave him a meaningful look. "Have you met someone?"
Sunghoon hesitated, considering whether to mention you. Yes, you were different from anyone else heâd dated, but he didnât want to raise his dadâs hopesâor his own. It still felt like you both were just testing the waters.
It wasnât serious at all. It felt more like a casual friendship between him and you, an agreement to meet and get to know each other over twenty-five days. That was all there was to it. It was unrealistic to expect anything more.
Besides, he wasnât really in love with you. He liked you, cared about you, and enjoyed spending time together. He felt attracted to you; he lusted after you. That was it.
He shrugged. "Same old same, Dad. Just casual dates."
His father patted him on the shoulder. "You said itâs getting closer. Thatâs good enough for me. Just make sure to introduce her to us, okay?" Sunghoon nodded. "Your mom and I are getting older, and I really want to have a grandchild while I can still carry and chase one around."
The younger man took a sip of coffee from his mug. "You still have Sohyun, Dad."
"It seems more likely to happen if itâs you Iâm counting out on."
Sunghoon just smiled. He wondered if his sibling was also like him when it comes to this love thing, pretending to be indifferent but secretly searching for the kind of love their parents had found.
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"I think Y/n would really like parasailing. We could go to the nearest beach here. She has a lot of lessons to make up for due to her absences. Can I have the contact number?"
They were able to meet up that evening after he returned from his parents' house. Sunghoon glanced up at Jake from his phone, waiting as he took his time dictating the numbers. He noticed his friends staring at him with amused expressions.
He furrowed his brow at them. âThe fuck is wrong with you guys?" he asked.
Jay grinned. "You."
Sunghoonâs frown deepened. "Huh?"
"Bro, we're hitting our favorite bar to catch up, talk, and have some drinks," Jay explained. "And if you used to look at these outings as opportunities to find your next date, now all you seem to talk about is 'Y/n this, Y/n that.' Damn, are you in love or something?" He laughed as if to annoy him.
And it indeed annoyed him.
"Did I say something wrong?" Sunghoonâs voice raised slightly.
They had been friends since college and were known as those typical playboys who would change their girlfriends faster then they would change clothes. Now, they were all married, leaving him as the only single one. They knew each other's quirks, but sometimes, small misunderstandings would crop up, especially when they shot him those odd looks.
"Relax, Hoon." Heeseung said. "Weâre just a bit thrown off by you, but youâre good. Go on and tell us more about this Y/n and how she brought some color to your otherwise dull and meaningless life." He added a dramatic hand gesture, as if performing a piece of poetry, and that made the guys laugh at their youngest.
Sunghoon scowled. âIâm not in love with her, okay? Whatâs wrong with you guys?"
"Bro, trust me. You sounded like you were just minutes away from marrying her earlier," Jay interjected. "Itâs like youâre just like us now. Everything you used to fight for, youâve completely forgotten."
He paused, his beer halfway to his lips. "What do you mean?"
"Hoon, to us, youâre the definition of a carefree and independent guy. Youâre just chill with your career, love life, and familyâenjoying everything without any pressure. You donât commit to anyone, so youâve been heartache-free all this time, right? You even take pride in your serial dating. You donât need a girl, and youâre not shedding any tears over them. Youâre single, and you love it. You were the man, Hoonâat least, you used to be," Heeseung explained. "But now, look at youâconstantly talking about your Y/n. You seem really attached to her, and you sound like a completely different person. Itâs like youâre in love."
He paused for a moment, trying to regain his composure. "Youâre just imagining things, Hyung."
His friend shook his head. "Thereâs nothing wrong with being in love, though. Weâre happy for you, of course. Weâre just a little surprised."
He forced a smile. "Fuck off. Iâm not in love." But even to his own ears, he sounded pathetic, which made him feel uneasy.
Day 18
"Well somebodyâs got a different glow today," Daehi commented, watching you in the mirror of the room you were using at your grandmotherâs house. It was the same room you used to stay in eight years ago, before you moved to Seoul for college.
You smiled at her. "Liar. Look at how huge my eyebags are."
Daehi moved to stand beside you at the vanity mirror, staring at both of your reflections. "Your eyes are sparkling, I swear. It's like youâre excited to go home or something." She grinned mischievously. "Maybe someoneâs waiting for you at the airport? Someone youâve missed a lot?" She even pinched your side, making you playfully frown at her.
"Look whoâs talkingâyouâre the one with a new guy," you teased, hinting at her frequent phone calls lately. "Whatâs his name again?"
"Yuno," she said, steering the conversation back to you. "And how are things with Hoon? Should I start addressing him as my âbrother-in-lawâ now?" she asked with a grin.
You shrugged nonchalantly, even though just hearing his name made your heart race. Ten days of only seeing him through your phone made you miss him even more. You couldnât wait to see, smell, and hold him again.
You sighed. "Same as always."
"Liar," your sister scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Come on, Ican see that sparkle in your eyes. Stop denying it."
You took a deep breath. "Daehi, what weâre doing is just a kind of experiment, not an actual relationship. Itâs for research. He just wants to prove heâs right, which is probably why heâs being a little flirty. And I canât let myself fall for someone who I know wonât reciprocate my feelings. That would be like walking straight into heartbreak. And Iâm not stupid.
Your sister's face wrinkled in thought. "Canât? Sis, I donât think anyone can decide not to fall in love. It just happens. Sometimes you realize it, but more often, it sneaks up on you⌠especially when you're busy denying it and convincing yourself itâs all just an experiment."
Her words made you uneasy, but you quickly thought of a comeback. "Oh, really? Since when did you become a love expert? Whose post did you steal that from? Send me the link; Iâll study it."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. You act like I do nothing but scroll online all day." A smirk spread on her face, hinting she was joking. "And for your information, it wasnât a post. It was a tweet from my favorite writer."
âYeah, sure.â You both laughed together.
After a moment, you glanced at your wristwatch. "What time are we leaving? The check-in line might be long."
"We're about to leave. We're just waiting for Jiwon. He was the one who wants to tag along, yet heâs taking his sweet time as if no one is waiting," Daehi complained. "So full of himself, too. Itâs annoying that heâs on our flight."
You chuckled; Jiwon lived just across the street and had been trying to win you over since high school. Now, he was a lawyer based in Seoul.
âJust let it go. His flirting is harmless, soâŚâ You shrugged.
âBut when you and Sunghoon break up next week, donât you dare give that arrogant guy a chance, okay? Heâs gross,â Daehi replied, making a face.
You stopped short, only registering the first part of her statement. Oh, right, today marks Day 18 of your ârelationshipâ with Sunghoon.
Seven days left before you part ways...
A heavy feeling settled in your chest.
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"It's fine for us to just take a taxi, Jiwon," your father said to the playful puppy accompanying you toward the arrival area.
"No, I won't allow that. I'm sorry, Mr. Yoon. We have a car that can fit all of us and our luggage. Why would you want to commute? It's safer to know who will be driving you, right?"
You couldn't help but jump in. "We have someone picking us up, Won. Sorry." You turned to your parents while tucking your phone into your pocket, where you'd been speaking with your ride. "Sunghoon is waiting for us."
"Oh, good," your mother replied.
Your father beamed widely, and Daehi even clapped. It seemed like they all preferred Sunghoon over the lawyer.
As you stepped outside, an SUV pulled up right on cue. Sunghoon got out and greeted you with a broad smile.
"Welcome back," he said, moving to lift one of the suitcases into the car. You couldnât take your eyes off him; you really missed him. You were snapped back to reality when he approached you and, as usual, brushed a few strands of hair away from your face. "Ready to go?" he asked softly.
Only then did you realize that all your things were already loaded into the SUV, and your family was seated inside. You glanced back at Jiwon, who stood behind you with a frown.
"We'll head out first. Bye!" You climbed into the passenger seat next to Sunghoon.
As soon as you closed the door, your companions started chiming in, all complaining about the lawyer.
Luke couldnât help but smile. "You guys really donât like him, huh?"
They all chimed in with their complaints again.
The guy laughed outright. "He seemed fine when he introduced to me earlier." You were taken aback by that. Had the two guys already met while you were zoning out? Was he meaning to say that you stood there like a fool for a good few minutes?
"Well, maybe he was intimidated by you," your dad joked.
âOther than being a neighbor, what else is your connection to him, if you donât mind me asking?â Sunghoon asked.
âHeâs Y/nâs suitor since high school, and heâs still trying to win her over, even after getting rejected for at least ten times now.â
âDaehi,â you interjected, hoping to prevent any further comments.
âDonât worry, Sunghoon doesnât seem like the jealous type at all,â your mischievous little sister teased, laughing.
Your parents chuckled. You glanced at the guy mentioned; he just smiled, seemingly unfazed.
âHow was Busan, by the way?â you heard him ask your family in the car.
âIt was okay. Many people came to visit and mourned for Mama; itâs clear she was loved by many,â your mom replied. She wasnât teary-eyed anymore when talking about the elder, unlike during their early days in the province.
âMy condolences. I wanted to fly to Busan, butââ
âOh, thatâs really not necessary, Sunghoon. We know you care; youâve called us several times and even sent flowers, and thatâs enough. You donât need to travel all the way here. It would just be too much of a hassle for you,â your dad said with a smile.
âAnyway, whoâs up for some Korean barbecue and bibimbap?â Your mom and sister both raised their hands. You joined in. âWell, it looks like the majority wins, Hoon. I hope that works for you?â
âSounds great,â he replied, keeping his eyes on the road.
Soon enough, the others in the back began chatting among themselves. Sunghoon turned to you and flashed a smile. âHi,â he said it cutely, almost in a whisper so that only you could hear.â
âHello,â you answered.
âHow was Busan? Is it the breeze there that made you look even more stunning?â
You grinned at him. âYouâre still as flirty as ever,â you whispered back to keep it between the two of you. âBusan was alright. How about you? How have you been?â
âIâm alright. Itâs not like i almost died from how much Iâve missed you.â
"Good thing you managed to hold back your laughter, or else your family might have wondered about how loud you were. You discreetly pinched his arm.
"Youâre so infuriating," you whispered.
"I missed you,â he replied, earning a sweet smile from you.
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Sunghoon looked at you while drying the dish you just rinsed. "Are you tired?"
He smiled, and despite your initial hesitation, you found yourself replying, "You've asked that question seven thousand three hundred seventy-eight times. No, Hoon. Iâm not tired," you laughed.
He playfully pinched your nose. "I'm just concerned since you just came back from a trip."
"Maybe I'm suffering from jet lag? Is that it?â you replied sarcastically while handing him the last plate.
He laughed, and the sound resonated with you. "How would I know? Maybe the time zone in Busan is different now," he quipped.
You watched as he finished drying the plate. "You might be the one who's tired. You drove, helped with the groceries, chopped ingredients while Mom and I were cooking, and now you're helping me wash the dishes."
They had snacked at a restaurant before stopping by the grocery store to pick up dinner items while still in his company.
After he finished, he looked at you with a serious expression on his handsome face.
âIâm just trying to find a reason to be close to you. I missed you, you know that already.â The excitement hit you unexpectedly, and even though you recognized how cheesy it sounded, you couldnât help but grin. âYou really have a way with those lines, donât you?â
He made a pout. âCome on, Yoon Y/n, what am I supposed to do with you?â Sunghoon took your hand and dried it with the hand towel resting on the kitchen counter. He also put some sanitizer on both your hands. His touch was gentle, as if your hands were fragile.
He slowly lifted one of your hands to his lips and kissed the back of it. You could feel warmth spread to his face, but you realized you werenât blushing. It felt like you were just staring at him, completely mesmerized.
With his other hand, he gently caressed your cheek. "Alright, I admit it. I missed you so much that I'm trying to make up for it now."
Your throat felt dry, and you swallowed hard. Without realizing it, you ran your tongue over your lower lip. You noticed that Sunghoon was watching your every move, and he let out a breath as he took in what you did Your knees felt weak when you saw the expression on his face; there seemed to be a fire in his eyes, and his jaw muscles tightened. He leaned closer to you, and your breathing quickened as the distance between you closed.
"God, Y/n," he murmured, almost breathlessly.
Your heart raced as you closed your eyes, waiting for what would happen next.
"Hey, Y/nâ,â
You both jumped at the sound of Daehi's voice. You pulled back from Sunghoon, releasing his hand and turning to look at your sister, your eyes wide with surprise.
Daehi paused for a moment, observing you both. After a beat, she broke into an apologetic smile. "Oh, Iâm sorry. I didnât know."
You felt your face heat up, but you pretended to act casual. "D-do you need something?"
Your sister's teasing gaze lingered on you. "Momâs looking for her tablet. Did she leave it with you?"
"Ah..." Goodness, your mind seemed to have tangled up, making it hard to think straight. "Yeah. It's in my handbag," you finally replied as your memory kicked in. "Hold on, I'll get it."
You didnât even glance at Sunghoon before leaving; you just werenât ready to meet his eyes yet. Shaking your head, you left the two of them behind and headed upstairs to your room, where your bag is located.
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Sunghoon watched as you walked away to retrieve what your mom needed. He couldn't hide his happiness. The atmosphere in the Yoon household reminded him of his parents' home, and he found himself not wanting to return to his own apartment. He was aware that you could see how he acted like a clingy boyfriend who couldnât step away from you. Everything he said was genuine, and if he could, he would stay by your side until next week.
He heard Daehi giggling softly and turned to look at her. She was watching him with a playful smile.
"Youâre really smitten," she remarked, and she didnât seem offended by what she had just seen.
He smiled back but didnât argue with her.
"I can tell the feelings are mutual. Iâm really happy for you both. The more I see you together, the more convinced I am that youâre a perfect match."
Sunghoon chuckled. "Thanks, Daehi."
"Anytime, brother," she replied with a laugh. She gave him a light hug and playfully nudged him. "Letâs go wait for Y/n in the living room. Mom is already there."
Sunghoon spent hours chatting with your family about various topics while gradually feeling sleepy.
"What I've learned from this business is that life is short. No one is invincible to death, and no one can escape when their time is up," Mr. Yoon said. "I've heard so many stories from those who lost loved ones, regretting not having told them how much they loved them before it was too late."
"I still remember my first client, a twenty-one-year-old man who was about to graduate as the top of his class in just a month," you shared. "His mother was devastated because he was their hope. They were struggling; his mother was a seamstress, and his father was a plumber. Companies were already lined up to hire him upon graduation. But suddenly, while walking on their street, he was hit by a car driven by a drunk driver, and that was it." You shrugged. "All of his family's dreams went up in smoke. I can never forget that."
A moment of silence fell over the group as everyone absorbed the gravity of what they had just heard.
"And we must also remember that we can't take any material possessions with us when we die," your mom chimed in. "That's why I always remind Y/n about this."
"Mom," you said with a calm tone, widening your eyes slightly, as if already guessing what she was about to say.
"She doesnât need to keep studying, working, and building up wealth," your mom continued as though she hadnât heard you. "She canât take her diplomas or money to the grave. What he should really focus on is finding a life partner."
Sunghoon chuckled as you groaned, hiding your face. "Mom, pleaseâŚ"
"What? Am I wrong?" she protested. "Look at you, you treat dating like itâs just another adventure. Itâs a good thing you met her, dear," she said, turning to Sunghoon. "At least I know thereâs someone decent whoâll care for him if something happens to us."
"Mom, you and Dad are still young. You're not going anywhere," you objected. "And Iâm only twenty-fiveâthereâs no need to rush.â
Amused by how cute you looked, Sunghoon couldnât resist pinching your cheek.
"When I was your age, I already had two kids," your mom remarked, glancing at your dad, who had his eyes closed. She sighed. "Alright, Iâm heading upstairs. It looks like your dadâs already out for the night."
âIâm still awake,â your dad mumbled.
âOh, come on, itâs time to get to bed,â your mom said as she stood to give Sunghoon a quick hug. âWeâll leave you two now, dear. Thanks for picking us up at the airport and spending the day with us. Make sure to come back more often, alright? Good night!â She turned to your dad. âCome on.â
Your dad gave Sunghoon a smile as they walked toward the stairs. âLeaving you in the care of my two girls, Sunghoon. Iâm ready to call it a night.â
âNo problem, sir,â he replied.
âIâll head up, tooâYunoâs calling me,â Daehi added, giving you both a quick peck on the cheek. âIâll leave you two love birds alone. Enjoy!â
Now, it was just the two of you. Sunghoon looked at you. âAre you tired?â
âDo you want to head home?â you asked back.
Honestly, heâd prefer to just stay here if he could. But he shook his head. âIf youâre not tired yet, Iâd like to stay. Just kick me out when youâre ready to call it a night.â
You smiled. âLetâs hold off for a bit, then.â
âAlright, letâs talk.â He moved a bit closer, gently taking your hand.
âYou know, I think I live by the same âlife is shortâ motto your parents mentioned. I get that life is brief, so Iâd rather make the most of it. No sense in wasting it on worries.â
Absentmindedly, you played with your entwined hands. "For me, life is indeed short, but itâs also an adventure. Itâs brief, so Iâm reaching for all my dreams while I still can⌠while thereâs still time."
He turned to face you. âYour fatherâs right. We should tell people how we feel while we still have time,â he said, making you pause, eyes widening. âSo let me say this: I missed you, Y/n.â
Some emotion flickered across your face before you smiled. Was that disappointment? âI missed you, too.â
Sunghoon gazed at you, taking in your features. Your face looked radiant in any light, your smile bright, eyes sparkling. Your heart pounded in your chest, a fluttery feeling rising in your stomach.
He cleared his throat, as if heâd just decided something. âAnd because life is short,â he said in a low voice, âIâm going to take this chance while I still can.â He gently cupped your face and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
He had expected you to pull away, maybe even push him back, but your reaction surprised him. You kissed him back, your lips moving perfectly in sync with his.
Sunghoonâs knees nearly buckled, as if all his strength had drained away. He leaned in, deepening the kiss, and you allowed him without a second thought, matching his every move. He let out a soft, deep sound. You tasted faintly of the creamy coffee you'd had earlier⌠and something sweet he couldnât quite place. Your lips were incredibly soft, and the smoothness of your cheek beneath his fingers only heightened the experience.
If only he had known it would feel like this, he would have done it on the very first day you both met.
Reluctantly, he broke the kiss and opened his eyes to look at you. Your eyes were still closed, lips slightly parted, as if you were waiting for more. And who was he to say no? He leaned in again, kissing you once more. It took him a moment longer before he finally managed to pull away.
He rested his forehead against yours. "I think it's time for me to go," he said, still catching his breath.
"Wait, what?" you replied, a bit stunned as you pulled back to look into his eyes. "I thoughtâ"
"If I don't head out now, I might just do something impulsive," he said with a knowing smile.
Your eyes widened, and though he couldnât see the blush, he felt the warmth radiate from your cheeks through his hands.
He pressed a firm kiss to your forehead before reluctantly stepping back and getting to his feet.
Day 19
"Tough luck, huh?â you said as the rain suddenly poured down while you both were on your way to Incheon.
The night before, you had walked Sunghoon to his carâŚ.
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As he opened the door, he smiled at you. "Iâll see you tomorrow. Letâs go out."
You hesitated. "Iâve got a research paper I need to finish. Itâs a special project my professor assigned as a substitute for the exams I missed last week."
He paused for a moment, thinking, then grinned. "Alright, how about we just go to a nearby beach? Maybe Eurwangni, near Incheon. You can work on your paper by the shore, and Iâll even help you out. Sound good?"
You smiled, endeared by his persistent charm.
"Alright, fine. See you then."
With a final kiss on your lips, he got into his car, leaving you with a smile as he drove off.
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And now, here you were. The rain poured down like a storm, with strong winds accompanying it, prompting him to turn on the radio. It was then that you both found out a typhoon was on the way.
"Hmm, is this a sign that we should just go back and cuddle instead?" Sunghoon joked, grinning at you.
At the twinkle in your eyes, your cheeks flushed, and your imagination raced with various scenarios of Sunghoon lying in bed with you. You mentally scolded yourself; you had been like this since last night, with all sorts of thoughts suddenly surfacingâsome of them rather steamy. It was partly his fault, too. That kiss he had given you before you parted ways had stirred up those thoughts. You had barely slept for two hours because of it.
Now, sitting beside him, your awareness of his presence felt intensified, as if the warmth radiating from your body was reaching out to him.
Your mouth felt dry, and your heart raced every time your eyes met his. Youâd rather not think about the sensations stirring between your thighs.
This is getting out of hand.
"Y/n?" You felt Sunghoonâs gentle finger tapping your cheek. "Are you okay?"
You met his gaze while pretending not to notice the familiar sensations you were experiencing.
"Huh?" you replied, a little flustered. "Y-you were saying something?"
He furrowed his brow but didnât comment on your odd behavior. "I was saying, do you want to work on your research at my place? Itâs closer than heading back to your house. I think by this afternoon the storm will have passed, and the rain wonât be as heavy."
You couldn't answer right away. You knew that the guy lived alone, which meant you would have the place to yourselves. Plus, the weather was chilly because of the storm.
And there goes your naughty imagination once again...
You shut your eyes, trying to control your feelings.
"But if you're not comfortable, we can just go back to your place," Sunghoon said.
"W-we might get stranded on the road. Letâs just go to your pad. You can drop me off later when the rain eases up. Iâll just call my mom so she won't worry.
"Alright then,â
You nodded in response. And just within a few minutes later, you finally arrived at his place and started drying off. You had gotten a little wet from the rain when you exited the car.
âHere, wear this while we dry your clothes,â he said, handing you a towel along with a white t-shirt and boxer shorts. Which you gladly took from him.
âThanks,â you replied. âIs it okay if I go to the bathroom first?â
âOf course, go ahead.â
The bathroom was clean and featured a modern, minimalist design that was just right for a young man like Sunghoon. You quickly dried off and changed into the clothes. The t-shirt was quite big, but the fabric felt comfortable against you.
When you stepped out, you saw Sunghoon in the kitchen, checking what was inside the refrigerator.
âIs there anything to eat in there?â you asked.
He turned to face you, and a look of appreciation lit up his eyes when he saw you. âWow! That looks great on you,â he said, gesturing toward the clothes you were wearing.
Feeling a bit self-conscious, you glanced down. âThe fabric feels really nice. Can I just keep this shirt?â
âSure, go ahead,â he replied, then added quietly, âYou've been taking my sanity since day one, anyway, so what's a shirt?â
You lifted your head, surprised by his comment. âWhat was that?â
He shook his head and quickly changed the topic. âI have ingredients for kimchi jjigae here, minus the tofu. Is that okay with you? Or would you rather order lunch instead?
âYou can really cook?â you asked as you moved closer to look inside the refrigerator.
He took out a bag of kimchi and set it in a bowl. "Well, I havenât experienced being confined to the hospital because of my cookingâat least, not yet." he said with a shrug and a smile. âI wanted to impress you and make something fancy, but this is all I have in my fridge.â
âWow!â you laughed. âItâs fine, thereâs always a next time. You can impress me another day.â
You were about to step beside him to help when you remembered your research project. âOh, sorry. Iâd love to help, but I just remembered my research.â
âItâs alright.â He gave you a light kiss on the top of your head and began slicing the green onions. âGo on, get to it. Iâll call you when the foodâs ready.â
For the next few minutes, the two of you focused on your own tasks while the rain continued to pour outside. Every now and then, youâd steal a glance at him, amused by how absorbed he was in his cooking when a knock on the door interrupted both of you.
âIâll get it,â Sunghoon said, quickly moving to open the door ahead of you.
âHoonie, I really need your help!â came an overly dramatic painful in the ear voice.
âYuri!â he said, surprised. âWhatâs wrong?â
You watched them curiously from a distance.
âThereâs something making a creaking noise on my roof, and youâre the only person I feel close to here,â she said, grabbing onto his arm. She was wearing shorts so short they looked like underwear and a tight shirt that hugged her noticeably full chest. âCould you take a quick look? Iâm worried it might blow away with this storm. Is that okay?â
Sunghoon looked back at you with a questioning expression.
âOh, you have company,â she said, waving at you in an overly friendly manner. âSorry about that! Iâm Yuri, Hoonieâs neighbor and friend.â
"Hi, Iâm Y/n," you replied with a polite smile.
"Is it okay if I borrow him for a bit? I really need his help," she said in that same high-pitched tone that was beginning to grate on your nerves. So, you just nodded quickly, "No problem." Then you looked over at Sunghoon and smiled. "Iâll keep an eye on your cooking too.â
âIâll be right back!â Hoon had said before being pulled away by the woman, whose presence somehow left you feeling a bit annoyed.
It wasnât that you had any issues with women who dress a bit provocativelyâitâs their choice. But there was just something about this one that got under your skin. She seemed to have a flirtatious edge in everything she did and said. And yes, even the way she dressed felt like it was designed to grab Hoonâs attention.
Youâre overthinking things, Y/nâŚ
You told yourself.
Still, you couldnât shake off the sense that, if Sunghoon were to start dating someone else after youâre done with this 25-day dating thing you had with him, Yuri would be the first to jump at the chance.
You pushed away the negative feelings and stood up from the couch to check on Hoonâs cooking. Everything was simmering nicely, with the heat on low to keep things from overcooking. You also noticed the rice cooker was on, and it looked like he had started preparing dessertâgiven the slices of fruits he had set aside along with a can of Sprite. Impressive for someone you considered your âpseudoâ date; he wasnât just all handsome but also knew his way around the kitchen. Whoever ends up marrying that guy will be damn heck of a lucky woman.
You went ahead and continued setting up lunch.
Just as you finished, the door opened, and Sunghoon stepped inside, shirtless and soaked from the rain.
What a comboâŚ
You quickly ran to grab the towel he had used earlier and handed it to him. "What happened to you?" you asked, feeling your breath hitch as you took him in.
Your eyes couldn't help but wander over his bare form, dressed now in only his shorts. His body was lean and muscular, his skin glistening with rainwater. He looked hard everywhereâfrom the sharp lines of his jawline to his shoulders, pecs, arms, and absâŚ
Honestly, just looking at his torso made you feel full. Lunch suddenly felt optional.
You decided not to let your gaze drift any lower from his abs; no need to find anything else that might be, well⌠hard.
"Sorry, I took a while. Turns out there was more to fix on Yuriâs roof than I expected." Without seeming to notice your gaze, he handed you his wet shirt and began drying himself off. "Are you hungry?"
Then he looked at you, really looked at you, and there it wasâthe realization. His smile faded, and a spark ignited in his eyes as he noticed the effect he was having on you.
You swallowed unconsciously, feeling your breath hitch. He mustâve seen a different kind of hunger in your eyesâprobably noticed that your hands were itching to touch his chest, his abs, his arms. Your heart pounded even harder as he took a slow, deliberate step toward you. Your knees practically turned to jelly under the weight of his intense, half-lidded gaze.
He raised a hand, lightly brushing his thumb across your cheek. But before you could even react, he brought his thumb to his lips, tasting whatever he had wiped away from your face.
"Condensed milk? What kind of dessert are you making?" His tone was casual, but his gaze burned as it lingered on you.
JerkâŚ
"Uh..." You swallowed, trying to keep your composure. "Itâs⌠itâs nothing. You can try it later."
"Canât wait," he murmured, though the way he looked at your lips suggested he had something else in mind heâd like to taste. "Iâm gonna go shower again."
He left, and you finally let out a breath. It was only then you realized the wet shirt in your hands was now soaking your legs. With a sigh, you went to the laundry area to dry it up.
When Sunghoon returned, he mentioned feeling cold, which was obvious given he was wrapped up in a thick sweatshirt and jogging pants. Having a meal together and some hot soup seemed to help him feel a bit better, and he really enjoyed the hwachae dessert youâd made.
But soon enough, he was back to feeling unwell, lying on the couch next to you under a heavy blanket. Youâd already given him some medicine for the flu.
Gently, you ran your fingers through his hair. "Why didnât that Yuri just call a carpenter?" you muttered irritably. "Now lookâyouâre sick because of her."
"She couldnât get a carpenter out there in this storm," he replied, voice slightly hoarse.
"Thatâs exactly my point! Itâs storming, and she still had you go up on the roof! What if a lightning struck you?â you scolded.
Sunghoon opened his eyes, giving you a playful smile. âI donât think it was her intention to get me hurt or sick. I think she just wanted to see me soaked, with my shirt sticking to me. I even took it off for her sake. Poor girlâs been trying so hard with her charms.â
You playfully tugged his hair. âYouâre such a flirt. You knew exactly what she was doing, yet you still played along.â
He chuckled. âIâve made it pretty clear to Yuri in plenty of ways that Iâm not interested. She just doesnât give up, so I let it go.â You felt a hint of satisfaction at that, though you tried not to show it. âBut why not? Sheâs beautiful, has smooth skin, and, well⌠sheâs got curves.â
He gave a subtle, meaningful smile. âIâm a lot more drawn to a certain sexy embalmer.â
Your cheeks warmed, leaving you momentarily speechless.
"Just let me know if you want to go home. I can still give you a ride," he murmured, his gaze soft on you.
You shook your head as you finished packing up your laptop. "No, Hoon. I donât want you taking any risks.â
âNo, really, Iâll drive you.â
âShould I call Sohyun? Maybe she can come over so youâre not alone.â You remembered Sohyun lived nearby.
He closed his eyes, looking a bit sleepy. âSheâs out of town with her fellow teachers. She wonât be back until next week.â
âOh, right,â you said. âI called home earlier, and Mom warned sheâd shave my head if I left you here alone while youâre still unwell.â
âReally?â He let out a soft laugh. âDonât tell me you two are already planning on trapping me into marriage?â
âWow, the ego,â you chuckled as he shifted closer until his head rested in your lap. âIâd be up for it⌠just not when Iâm this defenseless.â He took your hand and held it to his cheek. âJust wait until the medicine kicks in, then Iâll give you my full cooperation with the whole marriage plot.â He closed his eyes, finally settling in.
You chuckled softly. "You're really something."
For a few moments, you let yourself simply stare at his face as he lay there, eyes closed, resting his cheek in the warmth of your hand. A soft smile appeared on your lips. There was a sense of peace within you. You felt content, happy to be someone he neededâeven if just for now, even if only for today. But that happiness was tinged with sadness, knowing youâd have to step back soon, and someone else might take your place, offering the comfort you could only give for a limited time.
That thought settled heavily in your heart, bringing a quiet ache you were already feeling now.
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Day 20
Sunghoon woke up in the early hours feeling significantly better. And his mood lifted even more when he opened his eyes to find your face inches from his, both of you tucked together tightly on the sofa. The air was still chilly from the rain that drizzled outside, quieter now than the night before.
"Go back to sleep, it's only a little past two," you murmured, brushing a hand gently over his hair.
He furrowed his brow, hearing a slight edge in your tone, and his eyes searched yours more closely. "Have you been crying?" he asked, concerned.
You shook your head with a faint smile, but that didnât ease the worry in his gaze. Something felt off. He started to rise, wanting to get a better look at you, but your hands held his face tenderly.
âYour feverâs gone. How are you feeling?â you asked, your voice soft.
He took a moment to assess himself. "Better. Thank you for staying with me."
You smiled before pulling his face down, kissing him. The moment his lips met yours, his body reacted instinctively. He could feel heat spreading through him. You deepened the kiss, your lips brushing softly against his, until he parted his mouth and your tongue slipped in, drawing a groan from him. Sparks seemed to ignite along every nerve.
You shifted to pull him closer, one of your hands roaming under his sweatshirt, skimming over his chest with warm, gentle strokes that had his breath hitching. He was overwhelmed by the softness of your touch.
He pulled back, panting, trying to regain control, but you just trailed your lips down his jaw and to his neck. "We need to stop," he whispered, though his hands betrayed him, tracing down your back and sides. You felt so warm beneath his touch, every inch of him aching to feel more.
"Sunghoon..." you murmured, lifting the edge of his sweatshirt. "Please."
He finally gave in to you and himself. He reached for your face and kissed you again on the lips. Every movement was heated, and it felt like there was something he wanted to say. He pulled away slightly from your lips. You groaned, protesting.
âY/N, donât do this, baby, please. I might do something weâll both regret.â He nuzzled your neck and gave it a playful lick. You bit your lower lip, but a moan still escaped as you arched your back, giving him space for what he was doing.
Breathless, he lowered his head and traced your collarbone with his lips and tongue, moving back to your neck and jaw. You moaned aloud.
And shit, he was aroused like he had never felt before. And it had only been a few kisses that you shared in that moment.
âY/NâŚâ he whispered in your ear before giving it a small bite. âTell me to stop. Please.â He needed you to refuse, to push him away and act uninterested. But your reaction was the opposite. You were responsive, so sweet, so soft and warm...
You reached for both sides of his head and gazed at him from beneath your heavy eyelids. âI wonât regret anything, I promise,â you murmured, caressing his lips. âPlease, Sunghoon. I need this. I need you. Kiss me.â
The throaty quality in your voice did it. Or maybe it was your soft, fragrant body splayed over him. Or the hazy desire in your eyes. Or your scent. Maybe it was your zeal despite the innocence in your kisses. It could also be everything about you.
The rain continued to pour outside, but neither of you felt cold.
Sunghoon moved to stand up, quickly carrying you to his room. He kissed you on the lips and allowed the two of you to tumble onto the bed. You bumped into each other a bit and burst into laughter. But your smiles faded when you locked eyes. He caressed your cheek. âAre you sure you know what weâre going to do?â
You rolled your eyes and punched him in the arm. âWhat do you think I am, five?â
You laughed, but it sounded differentâtense, full of desire that was desperately trying to escape you. âIâm just making sure. Are you really sure about this? You can still back out. Just say the word anytime.â
You looked at him, a soft, heart-wrenching emotion in your eyes. âIâm sure. Stop being annoying. I want this. I want to be yours tonight. I want to make love with you.â
It was like gasoline that ignited the fire within him even more. His knees shook, and his heart raced.
âOh, God,â he said, almost moaning.
He was sure he did not do anything to deserve this.
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A spark lit up in Sunghoon's eyes when he heard you. Then, he was on youâkissing your lips, your neck, your jaw; his hands roaming, pressing against your chest over the fabric of your shirt, gripping your waist and hips. Neither of you even remembered the storm raging outside. You were both too lost in the heat you were creating, the passion between the two of you.
He tugged at the bottom of your shirt. "Let's take this off. I want to see you." You sat up, helping him lift it off, along with your bra.
Lying back down, you bit your lip, but couldn't suppress the soft, inviting sound that slipped from your throat as he traced his hand down from your neck to your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your shorts. He slipped them off, gazing at you with a searing look. âOh, God,â he murmured, breathless. âYouâre beautiful.â
Your back arched instinctively under his heated gaze, an involuntary response. âSunghoonâŚâ
Feeling your urgency, he reached behind his neck, pulling his sweatshirt over his head.
He stood up, removing his joggers and boxers, then reached into a drawer, grabbing a foil packet and placing it on the side table
The bed creaked as he lay back down on his side, cupping your face to kiss you again. You let your hands drop to caress his chest and shoulders. He felt hot and firm everywhere, making every feminine part of you tremble in anticipation. He kneaded your breast, taking one peak into his mouth, and your body shuddered as you moaned his name. It felt like every inch of you was vibrating, heating up. You cradled his head to pull him closer as he teasingly slid his tongue over the skin of your breast before taking the other stiff peak into his mouth.
Good lord, you werenât prepared for this.
It was too... divine.
You gasped when you felt his other hand exploring between your thighs, where you were wet and eager. You tried to squeeze your thighs together, but he gently pushed them apart. Then he was touching your most intimate area, sliding a finger along your drenched slit.
âOh, my God, SunghoonâŚâ you called out, unable to explain what you were feeling. It was as if you were about to melt or explode.
âSo sweet, so soft. I want to lick you all over,â he murmured in your ear. He kissed you passionately as his hand continued to move.
You tore your mouth away from his and moaned loudly as you felt his finger gently slipping inside you. Your body moved on its own, trembling with pleasure. âOh fuckâŚâ
Breathless, he lowered his head back to your chest. He captured one peak and lightly bit it, causing a low shout to escape your lips. Then, his hand moved faster, and every muscle in your body tensed at the delicious sensation.
Your eyes widened as you stared at Sunghoonâs face, watching him with a hot, serious expression. He looked so fucking hot. And this same gorgeous man was touching you intimately... and he seemed to be enjoying it.
âFuck, Sunghoon!â you called out.
âYes,â he whispered, his gaze locked onto you, his jaw clenched as he held back his own desires. You let go, your mouth opening in a silent gasp, but no sound came out. Your entire body trembled in fulfillment.
Before you could recover, Sunghoon kissed you hotly. His hands moved to put on what was needed to protect you both. He was determined to take you completely. He kissed you passionately while gently making his entrance, and the pleasure-pain brought tears to your eyes.
âYou okay, baby?â he asked, stopping immediately. There was a sense of pride in his voice, knowing he was the first person you had completely surrendered to. âCan you handle more?â
âW-wait,â you replied, filled with emotion. This was the moment. You had fully given yourself to Sunghoon.
âYou feel so good,â he said, showering your face and neck with kisses. âItâs never felt like this before.â His lips trailed down to your chest, kissing you before you could even respond. Your muscles twitched, and beads of sweat formed on your skin. Then, you felt him nibbling at your flesh.
You called his name in a breathy whisper.
He groaned and took one of your stiff peaks into his warm mouth. A long moan escaped you as your body arched, matching the way your internal muscles squeezed around him. Sunghoon let out a loud groan. âShit, Y/n! Donât! Youâre driving me crazy,â he exclaimed, feeling himself stiffen against you, struggling to maintain control.
âSunghoon,â you called out, unsure of what to say. âJust get on with it!â
Despite the slick sweat and the effort it took to move, he chuckled. âSo bossy,â he teased in a raspy voice. You smiled, but it quickly vanished as he moved slowly inside you, showering your chest with kisses while whispering your name.
Breathless, you tightened your legs around his waist. You shuddered with each movement he made, letting out sounds you would usually find embarrassing, but right now, you didnât care. Sunghoon let out a low, rough breath, and you thought the sound was incredibly sexy. Desperately, you called his name, almost begging him to give you what you neededâand he did.
Your hands clung tightly to his shoulders, your muscles tensing as you finally reached your peak. Colors exploded behind your closed eyelids, warmth spreading through every fiber of your being. He kept moving for a few more moments, then reached his own climax. Catching your breath and covered in sweat, you slowly returned to reality.
When you opened your eyes, you were greeted by Sunghoonâs smiling face. âAh, Y/n. Youâre going to be the death of me.â
âThat was amazing,â you murmured with a smile.
Something about your words must have ignited something in him because you saw the fire in his eyes reignite. Your eyes widened as you felt him begin to harden again inside you.
âFuck, Y/nâŚâ he whispered, before covering your mouth with his in a deep kiss, not giving you a chance to say anything else.
â
It was nearly noon when Sunghoon woke up, hours later than usual. The first thing he did was reach over, searching for you beside him. But when his hand touched only mattress and blankets, his eyes flew open. You were nowhere to be found.
Panic rising, he got up quickly and checked the bathroom. Empty.
He stepped out of the room. âY/n?â he called, but there was no sign of you in the kitchen or the living room. Even your bag and laptop was gone. Grabbing his phone, he dialed your number, but no one answered.
It was Sundayâmaybe you were attending church and had your phone on silent, which would explain why you hadnât noticed his calls. With a sigh, he set his phone aside and went back to the bedroom. Youâd probably left early to ease your parentsâ concerns. He decided heâd just drop by your house later to invite you to dinner. For now, he needed to focus on his work, confident that heâd see you soon. Just a little more patience.
All day, Sunghoon kept trying to reach you with calls and texts, but there was still no answer. He thought maybe it was a network issue or perhaps your phone had run out of battery.
Either way, he reassured himself heâd see you soon.
With anticipation, he showered, dressed carefully, and bought a bouquet of roses matching the color of the dress you wore when you first met, along with your favorite chocolates. While in traffic, he called a nice restaurant to reserve a table for two.
Tonight, he was going to ask you to date him exclusively, officially. He figured you might be taken aback, but heâd explain that he didnât want any time limits on being with you anymore. Excitement filled himâuntil it quickly turned to worry when he arrived at your house, and you werenât there. Your mom told him youâd gone out of town but didnât say where.
Sunghoon tried to stay calm, reasoning that youâd return soon. You had school, and it was too early for you to miss more days, especially since youâd just come back from Busan.
Yet a deep, sudden fear settled inside him.
âââ
Day 24
âSomething othering you?â Sohyun called out as she approached Sunghoon from behind.
Sunghoon saved his work and turned to look at his twin.
âI didnât hear you come in.â
âYouâre being way too serious over there.â She came closer to check out the drawing of a woman for his current erotica book project. âThatâs cute! Whatâs the title?â
âThe Ethical Manwhore. Itâs your typical plotâ the main character is a player who meets a naive girl and falls in love with her.â
Sohyunâs eyes lit up. âThat actually sounds interesting since heâs described as ethicalâmeaning he has some standards. Let me know when itâs out; I want to buy a copy.â
In a way, his sister's banters lightened the weight he was feeling.
âI brought you a little something; you and Y/n can share it.â And just like that, his small joy vanished into thin air.
âT-thanks,â Sunghoon replied with a smile. But if his sister werenât so perceptive, she wouldnât have noticed that his smile was forced. They were too close, i meanâtheyâre practically twins, for her to miss that.
âYou look troubled. Is something wrong?â He turned to face his computer, trying to avoid her gaze.
âJust stressed about work.â
She didnât respond, and he heard her walk over to the sofa, her favorite spot facing him.
âHowâs Y/n?â
There it wasâthe question he had been dreading to answer. He shrugged.
âDid something happen?â
He hesitated before answering, âI donât know,â he cleared his throat before he continued, âI havenât seen her in four days. She might have gone out of town.â
âReally?â Sohyun went silent. When he glanced over her, she was already busy with her phone. With a sigh, he returned to his work from the previous days; that was all his life revolved aroundâhis work and trying to contact you. He had nearly given up on the latter yesterday because he felt like a fool.
He had visited the Yoon house several times but never caught you at home. According to your mom, you were busy with a group project, which is why you were always away. He couldnât even count how many texts he had sent you or how many times he called. He knew you were a free spirit and loved to be spontaneous, traveling everywhere, but if he meant something to you, couldnât you at least send a reply?
Sunghoon was feeling frustrated, sad, and worried. He was missing you badly.
âOh, wait. Seems like sheâs in Jeju,â Sohyun suddenly said, interrupting his thoughts. âSomeone tagged her on IG.â She was about to show him the phone when she quickly pulled it away. âOh, waitânever mind. Mustâve overlooked it.â
His brow furrowed. âWhat was that? Let me see.â
âForget it,â his sister said, keeping the phone out of reach.
âCome on, Sohyun! I just want to see.â He reached for her hand, but she dodged him and stood up from the sofa.
âForget it, Sunghoon!â
âSohyun, please just let me see,â he urged. He didnât have an Instagram account, so he couldnât check it himself.
âSunghoon, stop it! Itâs not for you to look at.â Her tone reminded him of their childhood when their parents would cover their eyes during romantic scenes in movies. Especially when it involved kissing. This only made him more curious. âWhy not? What is it?â They engaged in a playful tug-of-war over the phone.
But since he was taller and stronger, he managed to overpower her. He shot her a glare and glanced at the screen, where he saw a picture of you in a black bikini top and denim shorts, holding a surfboard, with a picturesque backdrop of sand, sea, and sky⌠and Jiwon beside you with his arm wrapped around your shoulder.
It has as caption that says,
Learning surfing is way more fun when your instructor is this gorgeous. đŠ
And below it was a mention,
my @yo.on_y/n đ
Which the post received at least a thousand likes and numerous teasing comments. He checked the date of the postâit was from Sunday, the day he had started losing contact with you.
Frustrated, he handed the phone back to his sister.
âI told you not to look at it,â she said.
Without responding, he left her on the sofa and turned his attention back to his computer.
âYour twenty-five days together are over, right?â she said after a moment. âSo, youâre probably not jealous that sheâs with someone else, right?â
Sunghoon closed his eyes to keep himself from snapping at his sister. He was starting to take back what he said about her being perceptive when it came to him; clearly, that wasnât true.
âJiwonâs fine, though. Iâve met him, actually. Heâs mature, not commitment-phonic, and heâs liked Y/n for a long timeâsince high schoolâ.â
âYeah, Iâm thrilled for them. Excuse me, but I have a work to finish.â He put his earbuds in and turned up a loud song to drown out anything else his sister might say.
âThereâs some leftover ramen in the fridge. Just heat it up if youâre hungry,â he added.
â
Sunghoon stood up from the sofa when the door of your house opened, and you stepped inside. Heâd been coming by every afternoon for days, waiting for a chance to see you, and finally, heâd caught you.
You were dressed in a plain t-shirt, denim shorts, sneakers, and carried a large backpack. The surprise was clear on your face as you saw him. âOh, hi,â you greeted him.
âThe tan suits you,â he managed to say. âHow was Jeju?â
âIt was okay.â You set your bag down on the coffee table, keeping your eyes lowered. He could almost see you struggling to find the right words.
He wanted to confront you. Was group project for now a code for surfing in Jeju with a guy thatâs pursuing you? or worse, dating you? how the fuck would he know?
âCan we talk?â he asked.
You looked at him for a moment.
âLetâs go to the cafĂŠ nearby,â you finally agreed. âIâll just tell Mom.â
You went to the kitchen, where your mother was preparing a snack for you. Sunghoon took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He couldnât explain his feelingsânervous and tense, as if something was squeezing his chest and throat, making it hard to breathe. He was beyond anxious.
Soon, you returned without changing or even freshening up.
âLetâs go,â you said, avoiding his gaze.
The short drive to the cafĂŠ was silent. You only spoke once you were seated with your drinks, exchanging an awkward greeting. You mentioned that you had returned from Jeju since Monday and had just come from a groupmateâs house to work on a project.
He only gave a slight nod in response.
It felt as though you two had turned back into strangers, and for Sunghoon, it was like a knife piercing his heart.
âS-so,â you eventually spoke up, breaking the awkward silence, âwas there something we needed to talk about?â
Something burst within him, and he couldnât hold back the bitterness any longer. âWell, I thought youâd at least have the decency to break things off with me properly,â he said.
You flinched as if heâd struck you, then gave him a bitter smile. âDo we really need an official ending? Isnât it automatic after the twenty-five days are up?â
âItâs not twenty-five days yet, Y/n. Do you need a calendar? Weâre only on Day 24.â
You let out a dry laugh. âOh, so weâre supposed to break up tomorrow? Sorry, I guess I lost track on my counting.â
Sunghoon felt his frustration rise at your tone. Why were you being sarcastic? Why did it feel like you were the one whoâs upset here?
âYou left me after Day 20. You owe me four more days. You need to date me for those four days.â He knew he sounded childish, but he didnât know how else to bridge the gap between you two. You might think heâd lost his mind by now, but he didnât care.
âWhat?â you laughed, clearly confused. âSunghoon, those are just the technicalities. We were going to break up anyway; that was already decided. What difference does it make if itâs Day 20 or Day 2? We would still end up breaking up.â You suddenly stood up, and he instinctively grabbed your arm before you could leave.
âNo, Y/n, we canât just end it like this.â
âWhatâs wrong with you?â you snapped, then, realizing you were in public, you lowered your voice. âFine. You want a proper breakup? Here it isâIâm officially breaking up with you, Park Sunghoon. Goodbye.â You yanked your arm from his grip and walked out without a backward glance. He was stunned as he watched you leave the cafĂŠ. He frustratedly slammed his clenched fist onto the table.
He knew heâd said something wrong. He was sure of itâŚ.
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GOOD LOOKING | OP81
pairings: oscar piastri x singer girlfriend! unnamed fem character (faceclaim suki waterhouse)
summary: oscar and his girlfriend had been dating for a while now, and what better way to hard launch their relationship than on her debut concert of her tour?
warnings: intense public make out, kind of an inappropriate time to have a boner but oscar isnât exactly thinking straight, social media posts at the end
song inspo: good looking by suki waterhouse
wc: 2.8k
requests open!!
The roar of the crowd could be heard as the lights dimmed in the venue. Thousands of people cheered, all for her and the moment felt so surreal she thought about pinching herself. This was her biggest show yet, the debut of her tour after her album had blown up in the charts. Something she was beyond grateful for but she was terrified she wouldnât be able to handle it.
So many stars burned out.
âHey,â a hand ran comforting circles into her lower back.
Turning, her anxiety melted away easily as her boyfriend smiled down at her. His presence was always comforting with no words even needing to be spoken. He had helped keep her head grounded as fame started to pile itself quickly on top of her, given he had plenty of experience.
Formula One drivers donât exactly have the luxury of flying under the radar. But his experience was helpful in easing her worries, teaching her how to tune everything out and still experience all the great parts it offered.
If she thought an arena of a few thousand was big, Oscar probably considered this a small scale meet and greet given his race weekends got up to around 300,000 people. She wasnât sure how he adjusted so well, but maybe his stardom was more gradual as he moved up the leagues as he got older.
For her, it felt like she went to bed one day unknown and woke up the next with her face plastered on the side of buildings.
Still, Oscar was private. He went to as many of her shows as he was able to given his schedule was full for a good chunk of the year. It was difficult, but worth all the tears and stress.
Usually he was hidden away, sticking to the shadows to give his support. Although theyâve been dating for well over a three years now, they were very good at hiding it. Their work schedules being almost completely incompatible helped and there werenât even the faintest of whispers on any gossip sites or accounts.
Tonight though, he made it adamant he wanted to be there for her first big night, headlining her own tour and the way he looked at her with such pride in his eyes made her feel like she was melting through the floor.
He was heaven sent, she was sure of it.
She had been going through hell, one of the worst break ups. The kind that made it feel like her heart was rotting out of her chest and she couldnât breathe, even after months the pain and second guessing was there. Even if she no longer cared about her ex anymore, the thought of not feeling like enough for someone was brutal. The feeling of not being wanted by someone she considered to be her whole world shattering reality at its edges.
Being cheated on felt like hell. It was hell. Burning her up and killing her slowly.
All the sleepless nights blaming herself, wondering what she had done wrong to make him lose interest. Wondering what was the first day his eyes wandered and why hadnât she noticed?
The pain was numbing, making it feel as if she was constantly flat lining as insecurities pummeled her into the ground. She lost her job and had been singing at bars and clubs across London, living out of her car and wondering when life would pick up again.
Then one night he walked in, watching her as if her voice was breaking him down as it poured out from the speakers. She couldnât help but blush, something about him just felt different. Men stared at her all the time, but with him⌠when their eyes locked that weight in her chest lifted and it felt like she could breathe again.
After her show was done she lingered, keeping him in her peripheral vision as she drank and waited for him to come and talk to her. A few times sheâd catch him looking, but then heâd quickly turn away and start talking to his group of friends again.
Eventually it got too late, her eyes dry with exhaustion and the streets a little uneasy.
Part of her couldnât let it go though, maybe he was just shy. But that feeling in her chest said to at least try.
So she walked up to him, watching as his eyes perked up and a blush redding his cheeks. She didnât spare his friends a glance as she crossed her arms, âyouâre an idiot.â
He blinked at her, also ignoring his friends as they laughed at him behind their hands. âSorry?â
The stranger sounded Australian and her knees went a little weak. âIâve been waiting for an hour for you to come up and talk to me but now I have to leave.â
He stammered over his words and she couldnât help but smile as she dug into her jacket pocket and pulled out the bar napkin she had scribbled her number on. âHere, if courage finds you.â Dropping it in his lap, she sent him a wink before turning on his heels. Feeling a false sense of confidence but hoping something would bloom into fruition.
She had barely made it down the street when she heard him call out for her. Turning, she watched as he jogged up, napkin in hand. âLet me walk you home.â
Biting her lip, she looked away, slightly embarrassed. âThatâs a little complicated.â
His brows furrowed, but before he could ask what she meant she clicked the key fob of her car and the lights of the beaten down four door parked on the side of the street lit up. He still looked a little confused so she shrugged, âmakes for a short commute.â
Understating washed over him and he shook his head. âYou are not sleeping in your car.â
âThen where do you suggest I sleep?â The question hung in the air as they stared at each other, the city traffic fading into white noise. His cologne wafted in the air, smelling like sea salt and sandalwood and she thought she could fall into an haze reminiscent of being doped up on opium.
He licked at his bottom lip as he considered her for a moment before holding out his hand, âIâm Oscar.â
Shaking it, his skin was rough and warm. Making a comforting shiver run a commotion on each of her nerve endings. âItâs very nice to meet you, but you havenât answered my question.â
Maybe three martinis was too much because she was being much more bold than she was used to.
He didnât hesitate. âCome back to my place.â
Maybe she hadnât been in her right mind. Any normal person would have approached the offer with suspicion but from that night on the rest had been history.
He made her dinner and let her take his bed, a complete gentleman and when she woke up to the smell of coffee and burnt pancakes she knew she was done for.
Now there they were, both their careers taking off in ways that seemed like outlandish dreams.
However, she noticed as he shifted a bit on his feet and tugged at his sleeves. He was nervous, that much was obvious and she frowned. Oscar was used to being in the spotlight but perhaps what the stage director had suggested was a bit too much of a hard launch.
âYou donât have to do this, you know? Itâs completely fineââ
âWhat? No, itâs not that.â He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her and she slotted into his hold easily. Nestling her head under his chin and wrapping her arms around him, letting the beat of his heart calm her. âWell, itâs a little bit of that but itâs just because Iâve never done anything like this before.â
She laughed lightly. âWhat? Never made out with someone in front of thousands of people?â
He hummed, âhave to say itâs a first for me.â
Tilting her head back to look at him, she took in the way his eyes seemed to glow as he gazed down at her. She never felt any doubt with him. Complete and utter security in the form of another person felt like life had renewed itself.
âIf youâre not comfortable doing it, then we wonât. I donât want to push you.â
Oscar shook his head, brushing the hair out of her face before cupping the side of her head gently. âI want to.â
Lexi approached them then, clipboard in hand and a headpiece perched on her head. âTheyâre ready for you two on the platform. Iâll signal you when itâs time.â
The couple nodded and Oscar took her hand, giving it a comforting squeeze as they maneuvered their way under the stage to get onto the rising platform.
They stood on their marks facing each other, with each breath their chests brushed and as their eyes met they couldnât help but laugh. This was probably one of the most ridiculous things they had never done.
Lexi came back up to them. âOkay so, rundown. You two are going at it, make it raunchy but y'know, PG-13. Wait a few seconds after the platform has locked into place and then act surprised by the crowd, like they caught you. And you, Mr. Piastri just⌠keep looking at her like you are now, thatâs perfect.â
She turned, looking up at her boyfriend and taking note of the stars in his eyes.
âPositions!â Someone shouted, but neither paid much mind to the people around them anymore as she hiked up her leg around his waist, his hand falling down to cup her thigh while the other wrapped around her waist and tugged her flush against him.
His voice was low as they slowly started to rise, the crowd deafening as they realised the concert was about to start, not at all anticipating the surprise they were about to receive. âItâs just you and me.â
She nodded, her hands coming up to twine her fingers in his hair and pulling his face down to hers. âItâs just you and me.â
Their lips crashed against each other with urgency that never got old. The sensation of his mouth against her was mind numbing and addictive. His tongue slipped past her lips and explored her mouth like it was their first kiss all over again. Teeth clinked and fabric was tugged, trying desperately to get closer if possible. The feeling of the platform rising had faded into nothingness as she was consumed by him.
His hand hooked under knee to tug her hips right against him, his erection evident and a near moan left her at the feeling of it. His fingers digging into the flesh of her thigh through her trousers and her thin shirt doing little to tame the heat between them.
Oscarâs mouth trailed down from her mouth to her neck, tugging on her hair to give him more space. His tongue was hot and his teeth sharp and he licked and bit at her skin lightly. Both in so much delirium that they forgot for a moment they were being watched by an arena.
She snapped out of it, only barely and looked out into the crowd in a daze as a very real blush reddened her cheeks. She tugged on Oscarâs hair to pull his face away from her throat, but it only resulted in him groaning.
A laugh left her, completely breathless and only a tad embarrassed when he finally leaned back to look at her. He looked unkempt, his hair a mess and her lipstick smeared across his mouth.
To play up the act, she gasped as she caught sight of them on the jumbo screen and stepped back from him, though he kept one arm wrapped around her waist, he dropped her leg.
The screams and shouts were enough to bust someoneâs ear drums as people looked on in shock at the sight of the world famous Formula One driver making out with their favorite singer on stage.
She wiggled out of his hold and walked briskly to the microphone a few feet away from them, looking bashful as she laughed awkwardly, the sound echoing around the arena. âI am so sorry. They sent me up earlier than I thought.â
The crowd went wild for it and she looked over her shoulder, winking at Oscar and the way he was looking at her like she was the only one there made her want to pounce back on him again.
She smiled warmly as he leaned against the piano that was on stage, then waved to the rest of her band, before turning back to the crowd. âI guess introductions are in order?â She asked, screams and roars following.
âIâm sure most of you know him, but this is my boyfriend. He decided to pop me a visit in between race weekends.â
The night was a daydream as it went by, Oscar watching her with heaven in his eyes as she sang her heart out.
Finally, the song that had kick started everything was next and she looked down at Oscar who had taken a seat on the bench of the piano. âThis next one is called Good Looking, and although Oscar is stunning, no this isnât about him.â
Laughs followed and Oscar smiled at her warmly, watching in adoration as the song started. The song she had sang all those years ago in the bar about her ex who had turned her life into a nightmare and he had known then and there he wanted to be in her life. He wanted to erase the heartbreak that painted itself on her features as the words poured out of her.
âThe skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all.â
He watched as her body moved with music, entranced with the fluidity of her movements.
âI thought Iâd uncovered your secrets, but turns out thereâs more.â
He hadnât looked at the audience once, not able to pull his eyes away from his girlfriend throughout the night. Oscar was sure his phone was blowing up with notifications and missed calls with the news, given absolutely no one knew.
âYou adored me before. Oh, my good looking boy.â
The song ended and she bowed, her grin was a sight pulled straight from the bible and he knew heâd fall to his knees whenever she asked, ready to lay down complete surrender to get just a taste of the salvation she offered.
Oscar had been a little worried the night would be awkward with him just sitting there, but not a flicker of regret passed through him as he watched thousands of people shout their love for her and her work.
Not quite believing the stars had aligned so well for him. Not quite believing she was real and had chosen him, out of all people. Forever grateful she put trust in him not to break her heart and vice versa.
He hadnât even realized heâd been smiling the whole night and watched as if an angel was approaching when she walked up to him, leaning down to kiss him.
Oscar knew he picked the right night, she was on top of the world and he wanted to keep that high going later when they got back to the hotel.
He had a ring box in his pocket he needed to take care of.
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userone: WHAT
usertwo: WHO TF?? HOW TF?? AND THEYâRE ENGAGED HELLO????
landonorris: iâm sorry, what? osc answer your fucking phone
userthree: lando didnât even know?? that is wild lmao
oscarpiastri: for the foul language your wedding invite has been revoked
userfour: apparently theyâve been dating for a few years, that hard launch had me losing my MIND
userfive: did you guys see how he was looking at her? MY HEART, he didnât take his eyes off her once
usersix: I KNOW IM IN TEARS i cant wait for wedding pics
userseven: i need to see her in the paddock with the other wags immediately
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