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Life as We Know It â Rafe Cameron
Epilogue
Two opposites must navigate love, loss, and unexpected parenthood to discover the meaning of family.
Summary: When tragedy strikes, two very different individuals find their lives unexpectedly intertwined as they become the guardians of an orphaned child. As they navigate the challenges of co-parenting, balancing careers, and confronting their pasts, they discover that family can form in the most surprising ways. Through heartfelt moments and unexpected humor, they explore what it means to build a life togetherâone step at a time.
Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings: Character deaths & angst.
Author's Notes: That marks the end of this series :( thank you guys so much for all the love and feedback! Iâm so proud of this series and I hope u guys love it as much as I do.
Masterlist: Here
It had been a year since the custody battle, since Rafe and you had found yourselves standing side by side, figuring out this whole "family" thing. A year since both of you issued a restraining order against Ward, and the judge granted it. A year since you stopped pretending you didnât feel something for him, and he stopped acting like he was too good for anyone, especially you. Now, the chaos of life had settled into a strange, beautiful rhythm. It wasnât perfectâfar from itâbut it was yours.
And, somehow, against all odds, the three of you had made it work.
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The morning sun streamed through the kitchen window, where you stood trying to assemble breakfast. You had learned, over time, that cooking for Willa was an Olympic sport. Every time you managed to whip together a simple meal, she somehow managed to flip the situation on its headâliterally.
"Willa, no!" you heard Rafe call out from the living room. You looked up just in time to see him frantically trying to stop her from scaling the couch like some sort of tiny, diaper-clad Spider-Man. âYou canât climb up there!â
But Willa was undeterred. She gave a small shriek of triumph, her baby legs scrabbling up the cushions like she was born to conquer furniture. You had to admit, you were impressed.
"I swear sheâs part monkey," you muttered under your breath, flipping pancakes with a practiced hand.
Rafe stumbled into the kitchen, his hair sticking out at odd angles, the look of a man who had given up on ever having a decent morning.
âYou say that like itâs a surprise,â he deadpanned, rubbing his face. âWeâve had this conversation a hundred times. No more couch climbing. Sheâs already an inch away from that giant coffee table, which, let me remind you, is made of solid oak. And do you know what happens when Willa decides gravity is optional?â
You snorted. âWe end up on the floor with her holding a half-empty juice box like sheâs just conquered the world, while you scramble to pick up the pieces of your dignity.â
He shot you a pointed look. âExactly.â
You set the pancakes aside and wandered over to rescue Willa, who was now attempting to climb up the back of the couch like a small, determined mountain goat. Scooping her up with one hand, you held her up in front of you. âYou know, kid, youâre lucky youâre so cute, because if I had to stop doing my work every time you decided to do a backflip off a chair, Iâd be in therapy by now.â
Willa gurgled, her eyes wide and innocent, as though she didnât have a single rebellious bone in her tiny body.
Rafe leaned against the doorframe, folding his arms. âIâm just saying, if sheâd stop doing that, maybe I could get ten minutes of peace. But no. We live in a house of chaos.â
You smirked, watching as Willa grabbed his shirt and yanked. âIf sheâs chaos, youâre the tornado that hits right after,â you teased, making Rafe roll his eyes dramatically. âJust admit itâyou love it.â
He groaned but couldnât hide the small smile tugging at his lips. âYeah, yeah, I love the chaos. But you have to admit itâs a lot of work. I mean, whoâs going to put together her tiny little rocking horse without accidentally breaking something?â
âNot me,â you said, raising an eyebrow. âIâm pretty sure I broke that rocking horse three times already.â
At that, Rafe laughed, running a hand through his hair. âAlright, Iâll take that as my cue to fix it. You keep trying to make breakfast, and Iâll figure out whatâs going on with the toy horse thatâs apparently haunted.â
Willa babbled in your arms, and you kissed the top of her head. âIâm not saying this to be dramatic, but Iâm pretty sure she is a secret agent in training. Iâve seen her figure out how to break into places sheâs not supposed to be like sheâs in a spy movie.â
Rafe raised an eyebrow. âSpy movie? Sheâs more like a tiny burglar who knows how to manipulate you with her big eyes and unstoppable giggle.â
You chuckled, nodding. âFair. But I still think she could make a killing in espionage. Maybe we should start saving for her college fund in case she ends up needing a fake passport.â
Rafe grinned, his mood visibly lightened by your banter. âIâm pretty sure weâre going to need therapy more than we need a college fund. But Iâll get started on that fake passport idea, just in case.â
You grinned back at him, feeling that familiar warmth settle in your chest. There was a timeâjust a year ago���when you had no idea what your future would look like. Now, here you were, a family, even if it didnât look like any family you had ever imagined.
âWell,â you said, turning back to the pancakes, âwe better get our act together before she eats all the syrup by herself.â
Rafe snorted and shot you a grin. âYou think sheâs not going to try that already?â
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Later that day, after Willaâs nap (which, letâs be honest, was more of a battle than an actual nap), you and Rafe found yourselves in the backyard, taking a breather after the chaotic lunch youâd just survived. Willa was happily playing in her little sandbox, tossing sand like it was confetti at a New Yearâs party, while you and Rafe collapsed onto the porch swing, exhausted but content.
"How the hell did we get here?" you asked, your voice quiet, more to yourself than to him.
Rafe leaned back with a sigh, staring up at the sky. "Iâm pretty sure we got here because youâre too stubborn to admit you love me," he said with a grin.
You nudged him with your elbow. "Excuse me, but itâs not just me thatâs stubborn. Have you seen the way you try to resist her puppy-dog eyes? You canât even handle Willa when she does her sad little face, and you know it."
He groaned. âItâs my kryptonite. Iâm weak. Iâll admit it.â
âGood. Because that means youâre finally accepting that sheâs the boss around here. Weâre just along for the ride.â
Rafe chuckled, nudging you back. âIf thatâs true, then Iâm okay with it. Besides, she has the best team behind her, right?â
You smiled softly, watching Willa scoop up a handful of sand and drop it like a tiny little sandstorm. âRight. And weâre the best team for her.â
There was a pause, a quiet moment where both of you watched Willa. The future was still uncertainâlife always wasâbut for the first time in a long time, it didnât seem so scary.
âWell,â Rafe said, standing up and stretching, âI guess we better go make sure our future crime boss doesnât eat the sand. You know, for her health.â
You snorted, laughing as you stood too. âYou mean for the safety of our sanity?â
âThat too,â Rafe said, laughing as he grabbed your hand and pulled you into a warm hug.
It wasnât perfect, but it was real. And for once, that was enough.
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And so, life continued. Chaotic. Messy. Full of love. Your newfound family was far from conventional, but it was undeniably theirsâand somehow, that made it all the more beautiful.
Plus, Willa? Sheâd definitely grow up to be a world-class agent of chaos, and Rafe and you would have to learn to live with that.
But at least youâd be together.
Š 2024 rafeskai | All rights reserved. This fanfiction is a work of fiction inspired by characters from Outer Banks, and no part of it may be reproduced or distributed without permission.
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Shadows and Sunlight
Summary: In the dangerous world of Lando Norris, a ruthless mafia boss, his kind-hearted wife and their contrasting children create a family full of warmth, love, and the delicate balance between light and dark.
Genre: Mafia!Dad!Lando, fluff
TW: Mafia
A/N: Iâm making a âseries" with the storyline of the Norris Mafia Family and each story is something different! Iâm excited for this! English is not my first language. I hope you Enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!
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Lando Norris had earned a reputation as a ruthless mafia boss, a man feared by rivals and respected by his men.
But behind the iron gates of his sprawling estate, he was also a father to two children who couldnât have been more different, and the husband to a woman who was his complete opposite in every way.
His wife, Y/N, was kindness personifiedâa bright light in the dark world he inhabited. She treated everyone, from staff to strangers, with a warmth that left them in awe.
Where Lando was sharp edges and stern gazes, she was soft smiles and comforting words. And somehow, their contrasting worlds had collided and formed a family.
Amelia, their ten-year-old daughter, was her father's mini-me. Sharp, fearless, and observant, she followed Lando around like a shadow, absorbing his every move. She had his fiery determination and knack for strategy, often shocking the staff with her maturity and assertiveness.
On the other hand, eight-year-old Jacob took after his mother. He was gentle, empathetic, and preferred books over confrontations, always seeking ways to help others.
It was a typical morning in the Norris household. The sun streamed through the tall windows of the kitchen as Y/N hummed while flipping pancakes.
Jacob was perched on a stool, helping his mother by carefully arranging fruit on a plate.
âBananas go on the side, not on top,â Jacob instructed seriously.
âYes, Chef,â Y/N teased, winking at her son, who beamed.
Amelia entered the kitchen, her face scrunched in annoyance. âDad said I canât come to the meeting today,â she announced, plopping onto a chair.
âThatâs because youâre ten,â Y/N replied, placing a plate in front of her.
âBut I could learn so much,â Amelia argued, glaring at her pancakes like they were the source of her problems.
âYouâre not learning about mafia business at ten years old,â Y/N said firmly, ruffling Ameliaâs hair.
Lando strolled into the kitchen, dressed in his usual black suit. âAmelia, what did I say about whining?â he asked, arching an eyebrow.
Amelia crossed her arms but didnât push further. She idolized her father too much to openly disobey him.
Instead, she muttered, âFine, but itâs unfair.â
Y/N placed a cup of coffee in front of Lando, kissing his cheek. âMorning, grumpy.â
He smirked, wrapping an arm around her waist. âMorning, sunshine.â
Jacob giggled at the exchange, while Amelia rolled her eyes. âUgh, you guys are so mushy.â
Later that day, Lando had a rare afternoon off and spent it in his study. Y/N was in the garden with Jacob, helping him plant flowers, while Amelia hovered nearby, asking her father endless questions about the world he shielded her from.
âWhy do you have so many guards?â Amelia asked, watching as two men patrolled the perimeter.
âTo keep you safe,â Lando replied without looking up from his paperwork.
âBut whoâs going to protect you?â she shot back.
Lando glanced at her, surprised by the question. âThatâs my job, Amelia.â
Before she could respond, Y/N entered the room, her presence like a calming breeze.
âCome on, Amelia. Help Jacob and me with the garden.â
âButââ
âNo buts,â Y/N said, smiling but firm.
Amelia sighed dramatically but obeyed, leaving her father to chuckle softly.
ââââ
Dinner was a lively affair. The family sat around the grand dining table, the staff quietly serving dishes while the children shared their dayâs adventures.
âI planted sunflowers!â Jacob announced proudly.
âTheyâre crooked,â Amelia teased.
âTheyâre unique,â Jacob corrected, sticking his tongue out.
Y/N laughed, gently nudging Amelia. âBe nice to your brother.â
Lando observed the scene with a rare softness in his eyes.
Despite his cold exterior and the dangerous life he led, moments like these reminded him of what he was fighting for.
As the evening wound down, Y/N found Lando in their bedroom, leaning against the balcony railing, staring into the night.
âYouâre quiet,â she said, joining him.
âJust thinking,â he replied, pulling her close.
âAbout the kids. About us.â
She smiled, resting her head on his chest. âYouâre doing a good job, you know. Even if Ameliaâs determined to take over the world.â
He chuckled. âShe gets that from me.â
âAnd Jacob gets his kindness from you, too,â Y/N added softly.
Lando raised an eyebrow. âI think he gets that from you.â
Y/N smiled but didnât argue. âWeâre lucky, Lando. No matter how messy things get, weâve built something good here.â
He nodded, kissing the top of her head. âWe have. And Iâll protect it with everything Iâve got.â
In the Norris household, the balance of light and shadow, softness and strength, created a family unlike any other.
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We surface eventually, and clamber down the back stairs and out into sharp morning light, squinting against the sun. I feel like a vampire. My friendsâ faces are gaunt and drawn, eyes still black. They look like theyâve been dead for a week.Â
Except Jen, sober Jen, who smiles sleepily and stretches her arms, breath condensing in the cold air. âGod, that was mad,â she says. âWhat time is it?â
âEight,â I say. Being out in the daylight like this is always weird, with families walking around, people going to work, while we are like creatures who have dug our way out of the earth, lurching toward home amongst the living. My mouth is so dry, and my jaw hurts. I foresee an afternoon spent throwing up, head in the toilet bowl, groaning as Jonas hammers on the door, appealing to my sense of humanity by reminding me thereâs only one bathroom in the apartment.  Â
âOh, well, I should probably pack my bags and stuff.â Jen says.
I rub my eyes. âOh, your flight.â
âOh, Jen,â Dalia says with a big sad face, âI wish you could stay,â they hug, and rock each other side to side. âPlease, come back and visit. This was so fun.â
âI swear!â Jen says. âI love you guys. Come see me in Dublin!â
âDonât make them go there,â I say, to which she laughs. âActually, yeah. Never mind. Iâll come back here! And for longer!â
âPlease!â Elias and Dalia cry in unison, and then we leave, trudging toward the train station.Â
She snoozes on my shoulder on the U-Bahn, while Jonas and I, wired, wide awake, stare at our reflections in the window all the way back to Kreutzberg.Â
I lie on my bed, eyes on the cracks on the ceiling, while Jen shoves things into her suitcase. Sheâs cleaned off all her makeup, leaving black smudged wiped crumpled on the surrounding floor.Â
âThis was so fun,â sheâs saying. âI had such a good time. I mean, last night was amazing. Did you see I kissed that girl with the fan?â
âThe fan?â
âYeah, she was carrying this weird, lacy fan. Anyway, she was dead pretty. I wish Iâd gotten her number.â
âWhy didnât you?â
âI tried, but she didnât speak English. There was no point.â
âSo you didnât speak before you starting kissing her.â
âNo, we didnât need to. I just met her eyes across the dancefloor and we both knew.â
âAh, nice.â
The mattress shifts under her weight, and her face slides into my vision, pink cheeked, with eyeliner still smudged in the spaces between her lashes. âYouâre coming down.â
âYep.â
âPoor Judie. Rough day ahead.â
âHonestly, itâll probably be a few days. A week, even.â
âOof. Do you do this a lot?â
âToo much, probably.â
âOh well,â she plonks back down to the rug and continues shoving things into her case. âAt least I know youâre having fun over here. Iâd be worried youâre suffering.â
âDo you worry about that?â
âKind of.â
I laugh gently. âNo, Jenny. Iâm not suffering. Things are good.â
She struggles with the zip, and it rasps lowly against the bulk. âI was worried I wouldnât like your friends, you know. Iâm glad I met them, because theyâre amazing.â
âYeah?â
âYeah. I wish they were my friends. Jonas is adorable. Elias too, so fun, and Dalia is probably the coolest girl I ever met in my life. I never got to ask her what part of America she comes from.â
âPittsburgh.â
âI dunno where that is.â
âNowhere close to where I grew up.â
âYou sound different when you talk to her.â
Turning my head is an effort, and the room lurches a little. Later, Iâll probably be so dizzy that standing up feels like getting off the waltzers. âHow so?â
âYour accent gets more American. Did you know that?â
âNo.â
âWell, it does. I suppose when youâre talking to someone from the states you kind of copy what theyâre doing, or something. Itâs just funny, because you werenât like that at home.â
âWith dad?â
âYeah.â
âWell, itâs not like I really talk to him, is it?â
She pauses thoughtfully. âWell, Iâve heard you say âokayâ to him a few times.â
âHm,â I say. âWell, maybe Iâll lose my Irish accent while Iâm here.â
âWould you like to?â
I shrug. âSure.â
I shut my eyes in the hopes it will stave off the wave of dizziness that comes over me. My temples throb gently with the onset of a headache. I half listen as Jen goes on about how great my friends are, Jonas, Elias, Dalia. Perhaps sheâs hoping I wonât notice who she has left out, but she is wrong.Â
âWhat did you think of Astrid?â I say, and she pauses, just for a beat, before answering with enormous enthusiasm.Â
âOh, sheâs gorgeous. You were right. Even better in person than in the pictures.â
âYeah.â I roll on my side. âSheâs incredible looking, I know, but⌠like, did you like her?â
âOf course I did.â
âYeah?â
âSheâs so nice.â
I hesitate. Astrid isnât that nice. At least itâs not a word I would use to describe her ahead of something like intelligent, confident, shrewd. Out of all the traits she has that I admire, I couldnât say her niceness is something that sticks out. Itâs not important to me, and I require it from her. Nice isnât untrue, exactly, but it's not a real answer.
âYour opinion is really important to me,â I say, and she busies herself in her backpack, double checking for her phone charger and passport.Â
âNo, I mean it,â she says distractedly. âShe seems to care a lot about you, and thatâs the main thing, you know what I mean?â
On my elbow now, I look at her, pulling things out of her bag and shoving them back in, and my anxiety rises. I wanted our dinner to go a little better, sure, and they could have hit it off more than they did, but Astrid is Astrid. Sheâs a tough nut to crack at the first meeting. It takes a while for her to warm up, to get comfortable. She takes some getting used to.Â
âI know things were a bit awkward there, when we were talking about school, and she didnât have anything to say and all that.â
She waves this off. âNo, itâs fine. She didnât have to say anything. I was more worried about whether we were annoying her by talking about it so much.â
âI doubt it.â
âItâs alright, like, she doesnât need to have the same humour as me.â
I frown. âWell, you and I have the same humour. In fact, weâre so alike that I thought youâd get along with her.â
âWe got along.â
âBut you werenât bowled over.â
She sighs, âJude, donât make me talk myself into an awkward position.â
âIâm not doing that. Iâm just wondering what you thought.â
âYeah, but itâs like youâre not accepting my answer.â
âYou havenât answered.â
âI have. I said sheâs nice.â
âYeah, but like, âniceâ is a non-answer.â
âSheâs not what I expected, right? But thereâs nothing wrong with that. I just always thought youâd prefer to go out with a girl that laughed at the same things as you, or was silly and goofy, or, I donât know, less⌠severe. Iâll meet Astrid again, and Iâm sure Iâll be bowled over. We just didnât have a lot of time to get to know each other. It was only a few hours, and, I dunno, Jonas was there too, and I was talking to him, mostly.â
âIââ I decide to ignore the first part about the girls I supposedly like. âWell, I hope so. Iâd be pretty sad if my girlfriend and my best friend didnât get along.â
âEveryone is friendly here.â
âRight.â
âI can tell you donât believe me.â
I sigh reluctantly, and fall back onto the bed. My headache makes my brain slosh against the inside of my skull. âJenny, I do. I believe you,â I say. âAnd Iâm glad you like her. Itâd be really fucking shit for me if you didnât.â
âWell, I do.â
âIâm glad.â
âGood.â
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I love getting my plant watering reminder after Iâve already watered my plants. I feel so productive and responsible (half of my plants are dying)
#personal#to be fair it was kind of stupid of me to think I could successfully grow an orange tree in central Scotland#that poor thing lasted 2 months and now sheâs all shrivelled and sad#I have no idea whatâs going on with my venus flytrap though. sheâs just dramatic and picky#I had her in my living room window and it was too much sun so I moved her to the kitchen#and that was still too much sun so I moved her to my bookshelf and she thrived for 3 months and then tried to flower#please I feed you so many spiders you should be FINE!!
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Whoâs Your Daddy?
Pairing: Stepdad!Joel x Reader
Summary: You get stuck in the washing machine. Thankfully, your stepdad is around to help you out.
Warnings: 18+. Unprotected piv. Deadbeat-Perv-Peepaw LOVES corny porn tropes and women over half his age. Stepcest & dubcon technically bc Readerâs locked inside an appliance, but sheâs into it (getting fucked, not stuck). One (1) kick in the dick. Spanking. Brat-taming. Choking. Daddy issues. Size kink. Praise kink. Infidelity. Creampie.
Note: Saw this post by @ovaryacted and started BARKING. For my Old Man lovers/daddy issues crew, this oneâs for you.
Word count: 8.3k
It was the closest thing to porn youâd ever done before.
Still, you werenât quite ready to call it that.
And why should you? Financial straits were no anomaly to a girl your age, especially in this economy, and almost everyone you knew had a side gig of some kind. It just so happened that your job required slightly skimpier attire. And a webcam. And some very specialâŚaccessories that would likely send your grandmother into cardiac arrest if she ever took a peek inside your bottom dresser drawer.
Okay, it was definitely porn.
But you never showed your face, so it didnât really count as the same kind of stuff that your family condemned.
You scampered out of your room the second you heard the front door to the house slam closed all the same. Arms laden with G-strings, stockings, satin bralettes, lace and tulle bodysuits of almost every style imaginable, you ran a quick, perilous path to the living room window and made sure to keep your head ducked low as you did. You peered out through the gap in the curtains and had to squint hard to see anything in the midafternoon sun.
Then you saw it and felt instant reliefâthey were leaving.
Your grandma for one, your mother for second, and wherever the latter was headed, you knew her shadow would be soon to follow. You saw a thick plume of smoke outside and surmised that Joel was somewhere around the other side of the SUV, smoking and droning on about how he was perfectly fi-i-i-ne to drive, donât be like that.
By âlike thatâ he meant sensible. And by âperfectly fineâ he meant two Miller Lites shy of completely shitfaced. You could already imagine the wry smile on your motherâs lips as she tried prying the keys from his hands. Your stepdad would probably plant a wet, sloppy kiss on her cheek to win a âyesâ in returnâand when she shyly reminded him that he couldnât afford to get another DUI, heâd get pissed and yank them out of her fist anyway.
Fucking loser.
Fucking triple-the-legal-limit dumbass motherfucker.
It didnât bother you as much today because you knew they were only driving a couple blocks away to get to the farmerâs market, but youâd be lying if you said you didnât hope heâd get caught. Again. Maybe blow a 0.25 this time and land his old, ungrateful, law-breaking ass in Travis County Jail, where his little brother Tommy was likely keeping a cell bench warm for him, per usual.
At any rate, you didnât have time to be fantasizing now. It was your turn to embody some guyâs grossest wet dreams for the next two to three hours. Stripping away layer after layer of your latest, tightest âcostumeâ while catering to whatever requests happened to float in your inbox, you knew youâd be up to your eyeballs in work. Though almost routine by now, you had to hurry up.
If you could just get the rest of this ridiculous gunk out of your clothing, youâd be all good to go for the job.
TRMAN22: Pour honey on your tits in the next vid???
TRMAN22: Milk too. All over you.
Looking back, you probably shouldnât have obliged that request. Now you were facing the consequencesâforced to throw all your clothes in the washing machine because the milk and honey youâd dumped on yourself for that video had gotten everywhere, and then swiftly congealed while wasting away in a pile of laundry for over a week.
The whole heap smelled rancid. Still felt sticky, too. Presently, you chucked each one inside the washing machine while holding your breath, and as soon as the last was discarded, you sniffed the shirt you had on.
Tolerable. With the rest of your stuff in the wash, you hoped to get at least one request off the checklist:
TRMAN22: Bet youâd look sexy in a schoolgirl outfit!!
TRMAN22: Why donât you try one on for me?
It was gag-worthy and gross. Slightly alarming for a man who was more than likely twice your age and old enough to remember Watergate, but you agreed to play along. Your old school uniform was, after all, the only clean clothes you had left, and âTRMAN22â was, unfortunately, your top subscriber. Heâd paid $300 for this video alone.
TRMAN22: Wear some NEON pink panties for me too ;)
You squatted in front of the washing machine and stuck a hand inside. You sifted around, furrowing your brows.
The brightest undies you owned were in there, soiled, but you figured you could get away with one gross article of clothing, all things considered. You reached a little further and continued to dig. When you couldnât find it by feel alone, you peered inside the circular, metallic cavern of the washing machine and craned your neck.
Not hereâŚnot hereâŚnotâ
You tilted forward, venturing a closer look with your head, then shoulders, pushing into the machine.
âhere, not here, notâ
âEW!â you shrieked.
In your search, youâd inadvertently brushed up against a mildewed piece of clothing that had gotten wedged between the grooves of the washing machineâs interior.
A pair of boxers, it seemed.
You recoiled as soon as your fingers grazed the wet and smelly thing. Your skull went crack against the low-sloped ceiling of the appliance, and a jolt of pain was quick to course through you at the contact. You groaned.
Of course Joel had forgotten some old, cum-stained scrap of fabric out of his last load. Always leaving his shit around for you or your mom to pick up like he owned the place. And here you went, again, angrily plugging your nose and pulling as hard as you could on the shorts to get them free from the washing machine. You hardly thought twice, just made a face and then yanked on it.
The boxers wouldnât budge.
You tugged even harder. The fabric stayed put.
Something akin to a grunt and a whimper, only far more pathetic, slipped out of your mouth, and you slapped the half-hollow steel wall in frustration. Surrounded as you wereâfully encased in metalâthe sound just echoed.
âFuckingâŚCUNT.â
You werenât sure if you were talking to the shorts, the machine, or Joel Miller in the abstract. Or maybe all three. You just hated the thought of washing your lingerie with your stepdadâs skivvies, and no amount of rational thought or practical reasoning could hold you back now.
The tip of your index finger sank deep beneath the same ridge of the wall where the boxers had gotten stuck. You curled it inward, trying to loosen the material up a little. You wriggled your knuckle even further. And just when you managed to get a hold of the cusp of the tangled fabricâjust when it seemed the green plaid cluster was about to give wayâyou heard a low pop. You felt it, too.
Shortly, your finger was pinched inside the deep, blunt valley of steel that had similarly snagged Joelâs boxers. It seemed youâd pushed the tip of your finger so far that you were caught straight down to the second knuckleâtrapped between two grooves of unforgiving alloy inside the washing machine tub with no clear means of escape.
You jerked your arm back, panicked. When the metal sank its teeth even deeper, you didnât stop. Completely heedless of the pain, you operated on impulse and by the feeling of needing to get the fuck out of that little space, quickly, and instead yanked your hand back even harder.
To your horror, your finger was stuck.
âFUCK!â
You stared down at the poor digit, only half-visible inside the wall at this point, then glanced down at the heap of sweaty, sticky, slutty pieces of clothing that were presently strewn about you, and felt an even deeper stab of dread. Stuck inside your familyâs washing machine with every bit of damning evidence one could hope to haveâand wearing your old school uniform to bootâyou realized at once you were fucked if you didnât get out.
You slammed your palm against the nearest wall once more, shaking your other wrist like an unruly child.
âFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!â
You werenât good at solving problems. In point of fact, you sucked at all things prudent resolution-related and regularly made it a habit to capitulate whenever you sensed loss inevitable. You were a little like your mother in that way, quick to give in to lifeâs uglier challenges. The only way you could conceivably claim to be stronger, the only place you always had the strength to say ânoâ wasâ
âAw, shit.â
âJoel.
Your throat tightened as soon as you heard the voice. Your eyes went wide, and the rest of you went numb.
Bent at the waist and kneeling with half your body inside the washing machine, you remained there, motionless. Back arched and ass out. Thanks to the way youâd rolled your old plaid skirt, the fabric covered almost zero cheek.
Someone behind you cleared their throat. Then coughed.
And coughed again, again, and again. Evidently trying to clear the smoke out of his lungs and the surprise from his eyes as he drank in your sight from the doorway.
âWhat in theâwhâthââ You could hear Joel wheeze, beating his chest with his fist, âWhatâ inâ the hell?!â
âHelp me,â you hissed.
You werenât sure why you chose that as your go-to. It just sounded like the right thing to say, and frankly, you werenât sure how else to distract from the fact Joel was probably gawking at your ass as he coughed up a lung.
âThe fuck do you mean âhelpâ?! What are you doing?â
The coughing subsided, if only momentarily. You tried pulling back on your finger again to get out, but couldnât.
âI-IâmâŚI was justâŚâ you stammered, heart racing.
You heard the tread of heavy footfalls. You felt them.
âJustâtryingâŚâ you ventured again, suddenly at a loss for words and breath alike as you felt a presence draw in.
You could smell him.
That realization alone made you want to stop taking in air altogether. It happened out of instinct, reallyâfeeling the shift of two huge boots settle behind your feet and then flinching inward, further inside the metal tub forâŚsafety? A pang of abject humiliation? You were far past the point of civility with the man, caring what he thought, or fearing for your modesty in a position like this, but something about the proximity now just made you itch.
You wished your finger wasnât jammed inside this appliance so you could give that feeling relief, somehow.
At length, Joelâs voice dragged you back:
âWhatâs stuck?â
Too calm. A second passed. Then he added, more stern,
âThis some fuckinâ jokeâa yours or somethinâ?â
âNo!â
âThen whatââ
âMy finger. My fingerâs stuck.â
You tried to crane your neck to see behind you, but all your eyes had to feast upon was denim. Bluish-grey stonewashed denim, faded with years of use. Joel stood back for a second, as if considering what to do, and then you saw two hands descend to brace themselves against his knees. He bent at the waist to get a better look below.
When his eyes locked with yours, you got the same twist in your gut as youâd felt before, only sharper. Shameful.
The look on Joelâs face was abnormally bright.
âAnd how on earth did that happen, dumbass?â
Your shame morphed into chagrin in a blink, seeing the ghost of a smile bleed into your stepdadâs features.
ââCause of you, leaving your shit in here!â you snapped. Your chin jerked toward the green fabric, âI was just trying to get your boxers unstuckâand my fingerâŚâ
Your finger was kind of fucked.
Joel cast a look inside at the source of your frustration. He extended his left arm and reached over your torso, and as he did, you felt the slightest, albeit solid, sort of warmth press in. The man let out a low groan of exertionâlikely at the strain the movements placed on his joints.
The warmth got worse. You werenât sure where it started.
Vaguely, you were aware of Joelâs thumb pressing into your hand. Gliding down your finger, stroking across the spot where your knuckle had gotten caught, he circled over it, slowly, and made another sound in his throat.
âWell that ainâtâŚgood.â Not one to mince words.
By now, your whole body was on fire. You barely had the strength to keep kneeling, much less speak to the man thumbing your hand and pressing his heat so closeâ
âJust get me out!â you shrieked.
You heard your motherâs voice in that. A shrill, impatient lilt in her speech that came out, invariably, around Joel. Normally, he would have done something to deserve it. But today, with his hand splayed over yours and his breaths as calm and even-keeled as he could hope to have them while he tried to help, he was blameless.
Evidently, he heard a trace of your mother too, because you heard him laugh. You felt the reverberations of his amusement travel up from his belly all the way to his lips.
âCool your pits, kid.â
For that, you wouldâve loved nothing more than to reach back with your free hand and hit him in the balls. But, as it was, this man was your only hope for escape, and he was being tolerably polite, anyway. He pinched your finger between the tips of two of his and gave it a tug.
âOkay, lemme justââ Joel started.
âWhy are you home, anyway?â
The question came out more clipped than you meant it.
âWhy are you dressed like that?â Joel countered evenly.
âI asked you first.â
âI asked you second.â
You reckoned he could probably feel you roll your eyes, even if he wasnât able to see you do it right now. He waited another moment, then leaned back on his haunches and withdrew his arm from the tub.
âMama donât like me drinkinâ and drivinâ, you know that.â
With that, the warmth was gone. Joel retreated.
âLike thatâs ever stopped you before.â
You heard him exhale a little harder through his nose. When heâd steadied himself against the washing machine, gave his knees another second to prepare for getting up again, you could feel his eyes back on you. Maybe he lingered longer than his legs really needed.
Maybe if he hadnât stayed crouched like that, he wouldnât have gotten the chance to give your surroundings a second look. He wouldnât have stopped to watch the rate of your breaths pick up or the way your skin startle to bristle with some strange, unknown sensation. He certainly wouldnât have felt for himself the fever leaking out from the base of your spine right then.
Today just wasnât the day for keeping secrets, it seemed.
âAnd whatâs this?â You could feel Joel lean back in.
He was looking again. Peering inside. Steadying his weight with the edge of the washing machine gripped in one hand, while the other snaked its way back inside.
Youâd already squeezed your eyes shut by the time Joel got a hold of something. You didnât know what it was.
But it became painfully clear that it wasnât just one âthingâ that had grabbed his attention at all, but rather a series of items that his hands were just now getting to explore. You didnât have to see his broad and tan, callus-streaked fingers to feel them roaming over your clothes.
Gross.
Gross.
âGross,â Joel agreed, as if heâd read your mind. Grinning.
If you thought the embarrassment was bad before, you really only knew a fraction of what humiliation could be. Your finger throbbed along with the pulse in your skull.
Your motherâs husband whistled and lifted something.
âDarlinâ, this is justâŚdisgusting.â
You winced. You tried not to pry an eye open, to steal a covert look through the frame of your lashes in that dim and crowded spot, but the inducement was too greatâJoel was dangling one of your lime green G-strings like it was a fish heâd just caught out on the lake. Boasting it.
Doting, almost.
âWell Iâll beââ
âWill you quit?!â you snapped.
You grabbed the thing out of his hand and threw it aside.
âCan you be serious? For one fucking seconââ
âOh, Iâm beinâ serious, sweetie,â Joel cut in. Cool as ever, âSerious as the business end of a .45, I swear.â
He paused. Then he reached for a white nylon bustier, drenched in a layer of honey that was as hard as a rock.
âDo you always keep your littleâŚskank tanks so filthy?â
That was it. You kicked your heel backâand upâand made a pass to hit your stepdad square in the balls.
Your aim wasnât the best itâs ever been, seeing that half your body was trapped inside a home appliance at the moment, but what your jab lacked in accuracy, it made up for in force: your foot plunged into the seam of Joelâs jeans full throttle. From the way the back of your heel plowed into his crotch, and the sound that clawed out of his throat the same instant, you reckoned you did okay.
What you werenât expecting was a smack in return.
An answer in kindâdelivered by the palm of Joelâs hand.
A taut, thoughtless THWACK on the swell of your ass.
Your mouth fell open. Your body barely had the chance to recoil when, shortly, another blow landed on your cheek.
Joel spanked you.
Spanked you.
âFuckinâ brat,â he spat. His palm had slid up with the weight of his last slap, and now his fingers were clenched in a fist in the back of your skirt. You couldnât see it, but you could feel him gripping fabric. It was firm.
He was firmâunrelenting in his hold.
Kneeling behind you, yanking back a handful of tartan skirt like it was nothing, then sidling up behind you.
And just when your attention was drawn to some other firm thing, it was shortly diverted by another sensation.
âJOEL!â you shrieked as he gave you another spanking.
The bare skin of your cheeks was on fire. Joel hit hard. Just when you feared you might legitimately whimper with the sting of that last blow, and while the imprint of his palm was still fresh, you felt it move again. Lower.
âJoel.â
That came out more like a whine than a cry of protest. And how could you, now, when he was soothing the raw bite of his hand with a touch that was kneading the skin?
Working the soft, supple flesh of your ass in his hand like heâd never dream of being anything else but gentle to it.
âGood?â Joel said.
Your head flinched to nod, but your brain thought better.
It did feel good. So good, in fact, that your eyelids were starting to droop just a bit and your back was subtly arching into the touch, but those were only instincts. Stupid, useless, brain-rotted reflexes born of years of paternal neglect and replete indifference, the likes of which could bring a grown man to his knees, beggingâ
âPlease.â
But the entreaty was your own, and the voice that spoke it was hoarse. Your belly sank into the circular aperture of the washing machine, and you could feel your ribs scraping close to metal. Nevertheless, you didnât mind. That ditzy lizard brain of yours was starved for physical touch, and who were you to deny her at a time like this?
No, not when Joel was squeezing like that.
Groping was the more appropriate word for it, really. Notwithstanding the decades of sexual experience that no doubt preceded the man that was standing before youâbehind youâtoday, Joel was unduly coarse. His broad, weathered hand made as if to cool its former sting, but the motions themselves were jerky. Desperate.
He needed this worse than you, the fucking pervert.
Just when the realization had begun to settle over your mind and your legs were getting to feel a little less like jelly, knowing you werenât the only weak one here, Joelâs palm slowed down. He pressed the heel of it into your flesh as if to force himself to stop, then he took a breath.
âNow use your words.â
âButââ you sputtered.
âI said,â Joel resumed, and you could sense it was through gritted teeth. His movements came to a halt.
âWe use our words when we want somethinâ, hear?â
It was the first youâd heard Joel attempt to enforce anything close to discipline with you in your life.
That had to warrant a little defiance, no doubt.
Under your breath, quiet: âSo âweâ includes âyou,â too?â
Beneath that one, seemingly innocuous question was lurking another, and both of you knew it: Remember that time you put a fist through the kitchen wall? Was that a good example of what it means to âuse words,â Joel? Whether it was adequate provocation or not, you could sense what was coming next before youâd even finished. When the spank landed on your right cheek so loud that it echoed, you didnât flinch. You did snag your lip between your teeth to keep a sound from spilling out.
âA dad makes rules. Ainât his to follow,â Joel growled.
You blinked and bit down harder. Watched the broad, amorphous shape of the manâs reflection shift along the back metallic wall in hues of grey and blue and wished you had the strength to turn around and face him then.
âYou arenât my dad.â
âSaid âaâ dad, didnât I?â
âYouâre not that either.â
Heat was rising to your cheeks again, this time for different reasons. For a cause you were far better acquainted with to dateâannoyance at Joel.
âSo that means Iâmââ
âNothing. Youâre nothing to me,â you finished, tone wry.
Nothing to anyone, you wanted to add. Not with a shiny gold band latched onto your left hand to tell the world that youâre married to my mother, a pack of smokes tucked away in the jeans she washes every week, or a couple years spent under the same roof as me. Nothing.
Your teeth clamped back downâand almost sank clean through your lower lip this timeâwhen next you felt a touch at the plush, covered mound that was normally shielded between your legs. The spot that was hardly ever tilted up in a position like this, exposed to the air and a manâs hungry gaze, now invaded by the press of a single thing: a warm and soft middle finger at your core.
Joel brushed the tip of it against your entrance, through your panties, and sucked a breath through his teeth when both of you felt a tiny squelch at the pressure.
He pressed harder, and the wetness only spread.
You didnât have to be in Joelâs position to know what he was seeing, but the feeling from his finger overpowered any better sense to speakâor tell him to stop. He traced his slow, cruel circles against your warmth and moved it up to where he knew heâd find your bud, and when you whimpered, he simply added his index to the mix. There wasnât a doubt in your mind you were leaking heat at that point. You could feel it seeping beneath his touch.
âNothinâ, huh?â Joel breathed, voice low. Your arousal made a sickening hiss beneath his fingers as he rubbed you even harder, âThis feel like nothinâ to you, honey?â
You couldnât speak. He knew you werenât capable of it.
ââCause this sure donât feel like nothinâ to me.â
Wet and tacky beneath his touch, your warmth supplied the answer that your mouth couldnât form. It came out in more of a tap, tap, tap, punctuated by breaths that were toiling in earnest not to turn into moans too soon. But, as hulking and clumsy as his hands had once shown themselves to be, the old man knew where to put them, at least. He made circles on your clit with practiced ease.
âYou can try lyinâ to me, but she canât.â
He was right. âSheâ was a traitor.
You could deny it all you wanted, but the proof was there.
Indeed, she was crying. Aching. Bleeding with desire. Throbbing beneath the pads of Joelâs fingertips and growing only more desperate as he increased the speed of his touch. When he notched the drenched cotton to the side, you had to grit your teeth to keep in a whimper.
Joel whistled.
âSee? Seems like she likes me just fine right here.â
Your jaw stayed wired shut with the weight of your own humiliation. Instead of answering aloud, you hummed. Made a sound low and soft in your throat like, âUh-hmmâ and tilted your hips, as if you didnât know how else to ask. Joel couldnât see inside the washing machine, but he mustâve felt the gesture, because he greeted it with a motion of his own: he chuckled, and he puckered his lips.
And when you felt the warmth of his spit hit you between your folds, your shame shouldâve tripled. Shouldâve made you flinch away from his touch and tell him that was so fucking gross, Joel, stop, but then he smeared it up your slit. He pressed in and mixed it with the rest of your arousal; any reproach died on your tongue in an instant.
A part of him was on you now. Trickling in, sticking to the most sensitive part of you, and settling into your skin like a glaze. With his other hand, he found your skirt again.
âWhoâre ya wearinâ this for, sweet pea?â Joel murmured.
âNo one.â
Another glob of spit landed between your cheeks. Now, the man used the lubrication to sink two fingers inside youâpushing them in until the rim of your cunt met his knuckles. You whined at the stretch, felt him coax your walls open with a consciousness and a carefulness that felt almost mean, but then he stroked down the base of your spine with the hand that still held onto your skirt. He soothed your startled cry with a curl of his fingers.
And he found the soft, spongy patch of flesh inside that made your eyes roll straight to the back of your skull, quickly. Working his fingers in and out, flattening the base of his free hand over the skin exposed by your flipped-up skirt, and watching your body give way to the force of his fingers, he was uncharacteristically patient. Exacting in the way he worked your body open to him.
âWhat do you care?â you groaned. You winced when you felt a squelch signal that heâd stretched you even wider.
ââCause,â Joel started, slow. Pumping his fingers through your folds and likely wondering when heâd add a third, âYou got your hand stuck in a fuckinâ washing machine, a treasure trove of this slut stuff piled in a heapâŚI meanâŚâ
âTheyâre just clothes!â
âJust clothes?â
In the wake of those terse, incredulous words, you tried your best to match his toneâcall his bluffâbut the only sound that came out of your mouth was punctured by a pitiful whine. He tried another finger but couldnât fit it in. As wet as you were, and as strong as he was, your cunt wasnât quite ready to accept all three of Joelâs thick, probing digits inside. Youâd fit more than a thing or two with a girth even greater than that in the past, but you figured your nerves might have something to do with the way you were tightening around the manâs fingers now.
Why you couldnât take more of him in, as much as you wanted him there, felt, at present, like something of a shortcoming, and a pathetic one at that. You let out a breath, and a second later, Joel slowed his motions.
You didnât expect him to stop. Didnât hold out a hope he might curtail his pace and talk you through a quiet, gentle arrangement for fitting a third finger inside youâthat just wasnât him. You didnât have to share a paper-thin bedroom wall with your mother and her husband for the last however many years to know that Joel Miller was not a tender lover. It simply wasnât in his nature to care.
So when you heard the clink of a belt coming undone a moment later, your senses strangely flooded with relief. He wouldnât care, wouldnât inquire, wouldnât coddle with false, romantic ideals of how a woman should be treated.
In that way, Joel shared something in common with your father after all: he set standards as low as they could go.
âJust clothes?â he repeated, snapping your underwear against your ass and jerking the fabric further aside.
Then somehow send those expectations even lower.
There was a hand splayed out across the small of your back. Another fiddling with the front of his pants, wrestling the button and zip of his jeans in little more than one, two, three careless seconds, before he drew in closer to your rear. Your slit was messy, wet, and exposed to his eyes once again. For a second, you almost took comfort in the fact that your hand was still wedged inside a groove of steel and you couldnât meet his gaze.
That was, until Joel slid his bare length along the seam of your cunt. When the inability to see him made it so you had no other choice but to be surprised when he finally touched you was unnerving, to say the least.
And when the head of his cock blended seamlessly between your folds, was drenched in less than a blink and nearly notched straight into the place you needed him mostâwell, that had an effect on him, too. Joel moved his flat and sweaty palm up your back, found purchase in the hem of your blouse, and gripped it. Tugged it down a little more and let a low groan billow out of his throat while he rocked his hips back and forth.
Desperate, clumsy, pussydrunk Joel was back before youâd even realized heâd left. Only now he was keen to put the disquiet and hesitations to rest; he needed to fuck you before either one of you wisened up just then.
Your parts and his commingled again. First, with the lethally warm trail of precum leaking out from his tip. Then the intrusion that followed, inevitably, glossed with self-indulgence and desperationâsoiling any semblance of platonic affection or parental attentionâas he fed you the first inch of him. Barely half the head got fitted inside and your grip on that was like a vice. Joelâs was bruising.
Suddenly firm on your hips, carving crescents in the skin:
âWhenâs the last time you got fucked, baby?â
You reckoned Joel had a guessâand it wasnât correct.
âLastâŚweek,â you whimpered, words punctuated with a sigh as his cock tried to make room for more of him.
Joel sucked in a breath that almost sounded like a laugh. Heâd barely gotten an inch past his tip, facing more resistance than heâd felt in a long, long time, and you were wet, but so tight. He was big but not so massive as that. He couldnât fathom what you were saying was true.
âThatâŚfratboy fuckstick you went out on a date with?â
âDidnât think you even saw me leave.â
Joel withdrew, gripped your hips even tighter, then drove his cock to nestle three solid inches inside your cunt. It was extra snug, but he made sure to try to loosen you up with a couple short, shallow thrusts and a hand gradually drifting down between your legs. Of course he saw you.
The circles on your clit and slow-growing movements may as well have been kerosene in your veins. With what limited range of motion you had in that grey, compact space, you let out a sigh and dug the fingers of your free hand into the closest scrap of fabric beside you. Joelâs own touch gradually moved from your hip to drag your hand behind your back, clasping his. He fucked in deeper
âSo thatâs who this is for?â Thumbing your skirt.
âY-Yeah,â you lied.
âWanted to send naughty pics in the schoolgirl getup?â
âYes,â you lied again. You closed your eyes when Joel sank his cock even deeper and made you stretch inside.
ââAtta girl,â he praised.
It mightâve been the first heâd validated you in your life.
âGrippinâ this cock extra tight, ainât ya, sweet girl?â
Never in a million years would you have imagined itâd come this lateâor leave Joelâs mouth in a way like that.
âElasticâ wasnât a word youâd ever used to describe your body, either. Frankly, there was no need for it to be; every one of your partners before had been average-sized, and every other object that went inside you, too, had almost always been a comfortable squeeze between your walls. Outside of maybe your first time and a once-off awkward hookup now and again, you were never forced to feel a stretch to this degree. Joel felt huge moving inside you.
He was nearing your cervix and still nowhere close to the base of his cock. Meanwhile, you were stuffed to the brim, saturated with arousal and his spit, and practically keening at every stab of his hips. You couldnât reach back because Joelâs fingers were still enmeshed with yours, gripping them hard behind your back. As wore down, fucked out, and desperate as you already were, you were less than only a second away from asking him to ease up.
And then he stopped.
Joel pulled out, let go, and pressed onto the old washing machine, where you heard his touch echo through metal.
He was leaning against it. You were about to turn around. Before you could, though, you felt his form mold into yoursâthis time not in it, but on it, as he drew closer and once more reached into the space where you were stuck.
âCan you be brave for me, baby?â Joel murmured.
âWhââ you started, soft, only to feel the words plucked straight from your lungs as Joel leaned his body inside. Carefully, and with concerted effort, it seemed, he was trying to squeeze his way into the O-shaped hole of the washing machine, snaking his arm around your torso.
Pinching your finger again. Breathing just gently enough for his exhales to tickle at your shoulders and your neck.
âCan you be brave?â he repeated, and you werenât sure youâd ever heard him so soft-spoken, or felt him so close.
You nodded, not knowing why.
Without another word, your stepdad pinched the digit even tighter and yanked it out from where it was stuck.
It all happened so fast. Joel freeing your finger, squeezing it tight, helping you out of that hot and crowded space while your legs gave way like mush beneath your weightâand your hand throbbing in pain. Youâd never thought a single finger could cause a feeling as strong as that, but it stung like hell. You almost raked your nails through the manâs arm when he tried to hold you back, holding you up just as well as you stood.
âJoel!â you screeched, like the whole thing was his fault.
You flexed your hand and wanted to sob. You could feel the streaks of pain start to claw up your wrist, were just about to shove Joel aside and wallow in agony, when at length, he did something strange and unexpected again.
This time, he lifted your index to his mouth and kissed it.
It wasnât a sensual kiss. Coming from Joel, it hardly even seemed affectionate. His lips were so warm and firm and decidedly unacquainted with anything approaching a threat of tenderness that his act read almost aggressive. He let your finger rest loosely against his mouth, and he kissed it again, while his eyes burned holes into yours.
âYouâre okayâ came out muffled against your hand.
âYouâre okayâheyâbaby, youâre good. Donât cry.â
You hadnât even noticed the tears had started to form. You blinked and felt one trickle down your cheek. With the hand that wasnât holding your wrist, Joel brushed his thumb against that lone trail of moisture. He didnât cup your face, hold you close, or stroke your cheek in the seconds that followed, though he did keep kissing you.
Or, rather, itâyour finger.
Joel didnât have to care for you at all. He just feared he mightâve pulled on your hand too hard in getting you out.
âYouâre okayâ was being mumbled away like a fractured refrain, touch descending gently to your hip, and his eyes grew softer by the second, surely he had to be thinking it.
Sinking inside you, again. He was standing; your hips were tilted to his, and your ass was pressing flat against the front of the washing machine. All it took was an inch or two off the ground and your limbs hanging limply around his hips for Joel to fuck back into you. He sucked on your finger so hard you feared the skin might actually bruiseâa hand hickey, of all fucking thingsâand when his grip tightened on your side, you knew he felt it too.
His teeth succeeded his lips in an instant, and he was biting, gnawing pathetically as a groan shuddered through his chest. If you didnât know better, you mightâve said the sound was veering perilously close to a whimper.
Fully sheathed inside you, Joel Miller didnât seem to care. His lids fell like lead across the upper half of his brown, glossy eyes, and the expression behind them was blank.
Safe.
ââSâalright, baby,â he grunted. Maybe heâd just seen you wince, as he cradled your hand and withdrew another inch, âKeep squeezinâ me, it feels real good. Right here.â
Out of instinct, your gaze drifted down to the spot where his body joined with yours. The sight was hardly a shock, but the feelings it evoked were notâhe had you split along two-thirds of his dick, a pretty shelf of belly protruding beneath and gleaming with the arousal heâd drawn out from your body. Tufts of silver and grey littered his skin in every direction, aged muscles tensed with the weight of each thrust, and the warm weathered hand that hadnât dared touch you once before today was now cupping your chin. Tilting your head closer to him.
âRight here, baby. Look at daddy.â
Wild, unbridled heat flooded your brain in a second. The thing seared the insides of your skull with all the force of a fire and stole the air from your lungs just the sameâstill, you couldnât refrain from making a face in disgust.
âWhat the fuck, Joel?â You shouldnât have liked it.
His hand ascended your throat in a blink.
âAinât that what you want, sweet pea?â
âIââ
Just as you started to answer, though, his cock took a dizzying plunge, hitting exactly the right spot inside you. Like clockwork, your mouth fell open, a whine tumbled out, and Joel took that as his chance to grip your neck even tighter and push your hips against the washing machine, where his height afforded him an easy hold.
âWhat you wantââ
He squeezed harder.
ââwhat you needââ
You gasped, starved for air. It wasnât every day a man took your breath away. Not like Joel could, anyway.
ââis me, ainât it?â
The gaze fixed on your face was alight with desire.
âBet you miss him somethinâ awful, huh? Been needinâ a man to fill that spot ever since he left, havenât ya, baby?â
âHeâ required no further clarification. The words stung. You communicated as much by wriggling your hips back and pressing your hand against Joelâs chest, just quit it.
Keep fucking me, but shut the fuck up about my father.
âI donât miss shit,â you sniffed. Felt the head of Joelâs cock carve a shape somewhere deep inside your body and couldnât pretend it wasnât filling a metaphorical void someplace else. You hadnât got this much attention from a man as many years your senior sinceâŚwell, ever, really.
You preened beneath his touch. Wanting to feel. Wanting to please. Wanting, more than anything, to be needed.
Joel sated each craving with a simple hand smoothed over your face. His palm moved from your throat to your chin to the hinge of your jaw before coming to rest at the nape of your neck. This time squeezing lightly, bringing your face in close while he fucked you. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and your stomach tightened inside you.
âThatâs alright,â he said, words hardly above a whisper, âNo need to miss that man at all, âcause Iâm right here.â
For once the assurance came as somewhat of a comfort. You suspected it had something to do with the fact he was balls deep inside you and pushing you closer and closer to the brink of release with each painstaking stab of his cock. You fisted his flannel, holding him there. Spreading your legs, accepting his thrusts, taking each movement with ragged, shallow breaths and moans that blended with his own, you felt your body grow warmer.
Almost febrile beneath him as he tilted your head again.
âWhoâs your daddy now?â
You winced, shaking your head. You hated that word.
âWhoâs your daddy?â
Joel lowered his hand and began to thumb at your clit. Hot pleasure coursed through you, made you whine at the contact and dig your heels even deeper in his back.
âWhoâs your daddy, baby? It ainât that hard to say.â
But it was. Joel stroking your clit, stuffing you full, ghosting his lips against yours without ever furnishing a kiss, just goading you on with: âI know you wanna say it.â Tough grey stubble teased your mouth with each word.
âI know she needs to cum, sweet girl. Know that poor little pussyâs taken a beatingâand sheâs done so good for meâbut she needs to let it out now. All over me.â
His gaze held yours. You couldnât turn away.
An unmistakable tenderness pervaded that look, and it didnât seem keen to depart. No matter how tightly you pursed your lips, made fists in his shirt, or choked his cock between your walls in fluttering, desperate pleas, the man remained calm. Attentive. The eyes didnât stray.
âItâs okay to say it.â
âC-Canâtââ
âSure can. Be the easiest thing you ever doâD-A-D-Dââ
âPlease. Please.â
You hardly even knew what you were asking for at this point, only beholden to that big, swollen something in your tummy starting to give way beneath the push of Joelâs cock. Tightening up, leaking out, practically drooling down the length of this man who seemed relentless in his current pursuit. Two more circles on your clit and you were keening, whimpering pathetic as ever:
âPleasepleasepleaseplease.â
âSay it now. Whoâs it for?â
Above you, Joelâs teeth gleamed in a smileâor a snarl, you couldnât tell. All you knew was the pleasure, the concomitant pain of having to contain this desperation while his thrusts sped up. You were bouncing on him, getting fucked against the washing machine in the raw and terrible central Texas heat wearing a sheen of sweat and a set of clothes that no longer fit your body, but that was just fine. You were okay. Joel was here, and he was holding your head, lips hovering less than an inch away.
âWhoâs. Your. Daddy?â His words were slow. Coarse. Spilling into your mouth with every short puff of breath.
You couldnât take it. You felt a band of pressure come to a head in your belly and the brush of Joelâs cock making its rounds in and out of your swollen cunt, pushing hard, and you knew that youâd had enough. He knew it, too.
âY-You.â
âWho?â
âJoel.â
âWho?â
Your wet, pearly slick rang a deafening pitch. Enough.
âYou, daddy! Daddyâplease, fuckâI-I-Iâm gonna cum.â
âGonna cum for me? Make a mess of your old man?â
âMake a m-messâ yes, daddy, yesââ you slurred.
Joel drove his cock, fully coated in you, down to the hilt. He captured your lips in a kiss and didnât even mind your mouth was whining, hissing, whimpering its filthy pleas for him to fuck a nice, big orgasm out from your body.
ââwant yours inside,â you added, without realizing it.
âSweet girlâŚâ Joel groaned.
You didnât know what you were asking him for. How badly he wanted it, too. His cock dragged in and out of your precious cunt and was barely more safe from the threat of its grip when you spasmed, at the last. Joel shouldâve expected no less, after all the time heâd spent teasing and edging, then begging you gently, in grunts, âCum for daddy, baby. Let me have it, thatâs it, good girl.â Still, somehow, he wasnât prepared in the slightest.
When you squeezed your eyes shut and kissed him backâthat was all it took. When you clenched on his cock, gave the front of his shirt a tug, locked your ankles about his hips so you could more properly increase that friction by fucking him back, grinding in place, he feared he might fairly make an irreparable, unforgivable mistake.
And when the whites of your eyes appeared againâeyelids fluttering open while your lips were glossed with his spit and a lazy smileâand said what you said next, he sensed that his fate was sealed. The old man was fucked.
âCum inside me, daddy. Please.â
Joel couldnât have stopped himself if he tried. He shuddered, then flooded your insides with rope after rope after rope of his spend, burying his face in your neck and taking your hips in his hands like a looser grip might lose you to him forever. He fucked his cum deep, deeper, darlinâ donât move, canât lose a drop, baby, please, he let out a whimper that made your walls pulse again. You felt him fill you to the brim and keep rutting his hips. Your body and his were shaking by the last of it.
And when he was finished, Joel dropped a kiss along your limp, glistening lips. He slid you back on the metal. By the expression on his face, it was plain to see he was loath to withdraw, but he had to. That tender little hiss and the sounds of your shared fluids trickling out were all the impetus he needed to act quick. As soon as heâd pulled out, Joel was back leaning against the washing machineâtilting your hips back a little, then lowering his sweaty, handsome head to the spot between your legs.
The wrinkles to the sides of his eyes grew more pronounced when he smiled. A happy grin, plastered across his lips, would have struck you as almost smug, were it not for the look of sheer adulation that followed it.
Joel was enthralled, watching his cum leak out of you. He kissed your thighs, flickered his gaze to your own, briefly, then damn near sank his nose inside the place he was watching before your fingers stopped him cold.
It was your body, after all. He had already had his fill.
Hardly knowing what came over you in that moment, you sank two fingers inside your wet, drooling hole and watched the eyes of the man beneath you go wide. He soaked in that sight completely: you pushing his cum back in, drawing it out, using the viscous white liquid as a lubricant of sorts before releasing a pleased little sigh.
Joel closed his mouth reluctantly. It took him more than a second to tear his eyes from that place, but when he did, the motions were quick to grow assured, by turns.
As if remembering something.
In a second, the innocent smile youâd seen before was being infiltrated, slowly, by a look you couldnât place. Joelâs grin morphed from gentle to contented to plainly enthused and beaming ear-to-ear with a conceited glint. With his finger, he tugged your panties back into place.
âBabyââ he started, only to be cut off lightning-quick.
âWhat? What is it?â
His smile stretched even wider. By that act alone, you were half-tempted to forget the events of the last hour and set your jaw in a scowl. You looked down, unamused.
âWhat?â
âItâs justâŚâ The man trailed off, and as he did, his gaze descended with itâstraight down to your bare pantyline.
You cast a look there tooââWhat the fuck is it, Joel?!â
At that, two brown eyes flitted back up to you.
âI thought I asked for neon pink underwear, baby.â
Your breaths slowed. His gaze didnât waver. Your heart came to a standstill in your chest, and you were amazed you had even half your present willpower then to speak.
âWait, Joel, whââ
âShame you couldnât get around to filminâ today. Had me hard as a fuckinâ rock with all that milk and honey stuff.â
You nearly choked on your spit. Joel kept grinning.
âYouâreââ
The guy. That fucking subscriber. The one whoâd paid almost $500 in commissions in the last month alone.
You stared at Joel with eyes as wide as saucers, and were about to press on, when you heard the front door to the house shriek back on its hinges. Two sets of footsteps followed it, and their entry inside was loud.
Immediately, Joel rose to his feet. It seemed that grin wasnât meant to stay long on his lips, because the next thing you knew, he was dropping a kiss somewhere soft and sweaty on your face and flipping your skirt back into place, holding his index up to his lips and stepping away. Your mouth twisted into a frown but stayed zipped out of sheer necessity. Seeing this, and likely unable to help himself, your gross, depraved, grinning old man leaned back in and planted his hands on either side of your hips on the washing machine. His nose nudged into your own.
âBetween usââ he began, slowly.
âGet fucked,â you finished for him.
Joel nodded his assent, smirk faint. He cast a look over his shoulder, and, hearing what sounded like your motherâs footsteps drawing closer, lowered his voice.
Rubbing his thumb under your chin, making you tip your head back to meet his for one final lookâthen a kiss:
âYou keep my secret, I keep yours, alright?â
â
Note: Iâve never done a real writing challenge before, but hopefully this fic will work for #hotdilfsummerchallenge !!! @hellishjoel this is such a fun ass idea & i hope you enjoyâŁď¸
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â tell me & iâll be around
⥠farm! ellie williams x fem! reader
synopsis: with ellie working so hard in the sweltering heat of summer, you decide to treat her to a special night
a/n: first time writing on my phone dont be too harsh lol
warnings: domestic life, farm au, no apocalypse just lesbian sex, stressed ellie, tooth rotting fluff, alcohol consumption, established relationships, tradwife beginnings i fear, kissing, fingering (e! receiving), cunnilingus (e! receiving), sub top ellie i guess?? i dont know, mentions of spit, just porn with very poor plot
wc: 3k
Summer days brought along a sun that refused to yield, the farm consumed by a dry heat that was nearly unbearable.Â
Unfortunately, it was a rather important time of the year for you and your girlfriend, as the animals needed tending to and the crops had to be monitored and well watered. But Ellie refused to let you do anything at all, her brows furrowing with hesitation whenever you pleaded to at least help her with the animals in the morning when the heat has not yet reached its peak.Â
Yet time and time again, Ellie rejects your offer ever so gently, her voice as soft as butter melting on the hot asphalt as she speaks to you. âYou know I feel better with you in the house, sugar. I donât mind workinâ alone, plus I canât have a pretty thing like you beinâ out in this heat now, can I?âÂ
She knew how to sweet talk you whenever you started overthinking, yet the memory of her words offered you no comfort as you watched her from the large window in the kitchen. You could see the way her thin white tanktop was clinging to her tanned skin, sweat soaking through the material so that you could almost see every detail of her toned body. She was working away, feeding all the animals one last time before turning in for the night.Â
Her muscles tensed as she carried tin buckets of food out to the barn and you have to try your best to not get distracted, rushing into the kitchen to grab exactly what you knew she was going to be craving after a long day.Â
You were going to spoil her and take care of her if it was the last thing you did, as she deserves just as much attention as she gives to you.Â
The sound of heavy footsteps on the porch makes you perk up, the wooden door creaking open before it slams shut. For a moment all you can hear is the soft whirring of the small fan that was in the kitchen, unable to see Ellie from your position in the kitchen.Â
Her tired voice finally breaks the silence, the sound of her unlacing her boots being all too familiar. âYou mind grabbinâ me a beer from the fridge, babydoll?â she asks before she lets out a sigh of relief as she falls back onto the fluffy couch residing in the living room.Â
You were ecstatic with the little plan you had created, as it was already playing out perfectly. With her beer in hand, you make your way toward her as you try to mask your excitement. âAlready have one ready for you, babyâ you hum, the ice cold beer already popped open for her so she wouldnât have to do anything but enjoy her drink after a long day.Â
Ellie takes the bottle from your hands, a pleased grin on her features as she looks up at you from where sheâs sitting. âWell look at you, so smartâ she praises smoothly, always finding a way to make your tummy fill with butterflies.Â
Her freckled cheeks are all rosy from being out in the sun and you canât help but frown in the slightest as she sips her beer, knowing that she must be exhausted. After a long sip, Ellie glances at you and a look of worry appears as she takes notice of your distress.Â
âSomethinâ on your mind?â she asks gently, one hand keeping a firm hold on the glass bottle while the other reaches out to carefully pull you onto her lap. There is no roughness in her touch, only an indescribable tenderness that left you feeling warm inside.Â
Youâre quick to give her a reassuring smile, shaking your head as you get comfortable on her lap as she leans back on the couch to relax. âNothing really, just thinking maybe you want a massage after working so hard all dayâ you suggest, not wanting her to be pestered by your concerns for her well being, as youâd rather focus on actively taking care of her.Â
A goofy grin appears on Ellieâs lips, an airy chuckle coming quickly afterwards. âA massage?â she questions, seeming surprised at the suggestion. âYou must be spoiling me tonight, hm?â she muses in a playful manner.Â
Although she was absolutely right.Â
Tonight would be about her and her only, as she spoiled you rotten every single day and she was more than overdue for some extra attention and care.Â
You just give a small shrug, your fingers lightly tracing shapes on the soft skin of her neck, small beads of sweat still rolling down her skin even after being inside for a bit. âJust think you deserve something specialâ you hum, not wanting to pressure her into anything at all.Â
Your gentle tone is enough to make Ellieâs shoulders relax, unknowingly leaning into your touch as you graze her skin with your fingertips. âIâd really love that, sugarâ she mutters, letting out a soft sigh as she finishes up her beer.Â
Her agreement is enough to make your heart soar with excitement, as all you want to do is help her feel good. âYour wish is my commandâ you state in a playful tone, always seeming to fall into the roll of a housewife when you were with Ellie.Â
With a quick kiss to her cheek, you pluck the empty beer bottle from her hands and head to the kitchen to dispose of it. âHow boutâ you go take a real quick shower to relax and Iâll be waiting for you as soon as youâre doneâ you suggest, calling out to her from the kitchen.Â
Ellie lets out a small huff at the suggestion, never enjoying getting cleaned up after a long day. Nonetheless, she stands to her feet, stretching her arms above her head before glancing in the direction of the kitchen. âYouâre not cominâ with?â she asks in her usual southern drawl, a bit pouty since you usually did join her.Â
âIâll be waiting in the room once youâre all done, promise!â you chirp happily, reassuring her enough to make her head up the creaky stairs one by one so that she can reach the upstairs bathroom.Â
You set the empty bottle on the counter and wait until you hear the water start up before you begin to walk up the stairs. Quickly discarding your clothes onto the floor, you change into a light blue babydoll nightgown that just so happened to be Ellieâs favorite one to see you in. Tonight was supposed to be a treat for her after all so you wanted every detail to be perfect.Â
You only have to wait a few more minutes after settling onto your shared plush bed, the water cutting off as Ellie finishes up. The anticipation is almost killing you, the excitement of being able to do something for her making you dizzy with delight.Â
Finally, she exits the steamy bathroom, a loose white t-shirt and red plaid boxers being her pajamas of choice for the night. Her short hair still has droplets of water that seep into the fabric of her shirt as she walks towards you, yet she doesnât seem to mind at all.Â
Within a second of seeing you, she is already smiling brightly, treating you as if you were Godâs gift to this planet. âYou got all dolled up just for me, baby?â she questions, even if she already knew the answer.Â
You nod eagerly as she settles on the bed, guiding her so that sheâs sitting up with her back facing your chest, settling comfortably between your legs. âCourseâ I didâ you reply with a sugary sweet tone, your hands smoothing over her shoulders and gently tracing down her biceps ever so gently.Â
Your touch alone is enough to have her melting, completely under your control when you have her like this. You make quick work of beginning the massage, delicate hands kneading her shoulders to help relieve some tension. A low moan escapes her lips, relief washing over her after a long day in the scorching heat.Â
âMy poor baby, working all day just to take care of meâ you coo, purposely placing your lips next to her ear so your breath fans against her sensitive neck. Your words make Ellieâs mind go fuzzy and all she can do is nod, her voice almost sounding like a whimper. âSâ so hot today, too hotâ she states, groaning a bit as you slide your hands underneath her shirt so you can really soothe her aching back.Â
âI know, I know. But you did so well, always making me so proudâ you coo, knowing just how to get inside her head and make her mind quiet down so that she can relax completely. Your words of praise go straight to her head and she is reduced to a complete mess, a soft groan being tugged from her lips as you press wet kisses down the side of her neck.Â
âBet you want some relief after all that hard work, hm? Want me to help make you feel good?â you question softly, only to be met with an overly eager nod from her. âNeed your help, doll. So tired, I just need youâ she sighs, her head tilting back so that you can gently nibble at the soft skin of her neck to leave little marks that she would wear proudly the next few days.Â
Her words make you feel ecstatic, her tone proof of your ability to help soothe her. You give a little âawhâ before pressing one last kiss to her neck before helping her change positions, having her lean back against the countless fluffy pillows that littered the bed so that she could get comfortable.Â
Intimacy seemed to come naturally to the two of you so there is no hesitation when Ellie lifts her hips for you so that you can carefully slide down her boxers, discarding them onto the floor so they are completely out of your way. You settle on your tummy between her thighs, nearly drooling at the sight of her.Â
Yet you remind yourself to take things slow, to please her as much as you possibly can. You glance up at her only to find that she is already looking down at you, a dazed smile crossing her features at how perfect you look when youâre between her legs.Â
You make an effort to keep eye contact as you pepper her inner thighs with small kisses, some quick pecks while others are slow and wet, your tongue lapping at her warm skin. The gasps she lets out are enough to fuel the fire that burns within your tummy, your eyes finally flickering downward to focus on the task at hand.Â
The need to bring her pleasure is overwhelming and yet you manage to take things slow for her sake, not wanting to overwhelm her at any point. âThatâs it, baby, relax for meâ you hum, your breath warm against her aching cunt as she spreads her legs open a bit further for you.Â
Your words only make her whinier and you canât help but feel pleased with your ability to make the big and tough Ellie nothing more than a whimpering mess. You spread her open, wanting to see all of her before you got started.Â
âTell me what you need, wanna hear you say itâ you plead, wanting to hear it for yourself. Ellie doesnât protest at all, her arm covering her face as she pants from the feeling of being so exposed to you. âFuck, need you to eat me out. Wanna feel that pretty tongue of yours on my cuntâ she huffs out, the filthy words sounding heavenly as they roll off her tongue.Â
Thatâs all you need before you get to work, licking a long stripe up her pussy slow enough to make her feel weak. She lets out the sweetest moan youâve ever heard and you feel much more confident in your ability to give her the pleasure she deserves.Â
Small kitten licks ensue, as you know she enjoys being teased. You give her just enough to keep her pleading for more, your tongue circling around her clit yet never properly brushing against it. âCâmon, fuck, just a little moreâ she pleade breathlessly, her lips parting to take in as much air as she can possibly get.Â
Ellie isnât one to beg too often, preferring to keep a tough facade. With this knowledge, you know she must be incredibly needy to be acting this way and you werenât going to punish her for doing so. Obeying her pleas, you decide to give her even more than she asked for, closing your lips around her clit and sucking softly.Â
The pressure has her crying out, every curse in the book being muttered by her as she squirms under your touch. âJust like that, sugar. So good for meâ she praises, managing to make your heart flutter even with your face buried in her cunt.Â
You keep it up for a bit before refocusing your attention on her slit, pressing your tongue against her perfectly so that you can fuck into her simply using her tongue. The angle seems to work perfectly, as your nose nudges her clit while you fuck her open, her saccharine taste making your mind go completely blank.Â
Ellie has never been a patient person and now is no different, rocking her hips in time with the thrusts of your tongue, practically fucking your face just to get what she wants. Itâs not as if you mind, as youâre simply here to appease her.Â
You want to bring her to the edge, knowing just how to get her there. She lets out a whine when you pull your tongue away, looking down at you with furrowed brows, seeming as if she was about to scold you for having the audacity to stop.Â
But she never gets the chance, as you spit on her already slick cunt before circling a finger around her entrance. The spit is simply to ensure that your finger can easily push into herâ not to mention she gets off on you making a mess of her.Â
With little effort you are able to push in your middle finger, watching the way her face contorts with pleasure as you open her up. âLook at how pretty you are, making the cutest sounds for meâ you praise as she moans endlessly, the sounds broken by a gasp as you quickly add you ring finger just so she can feel a little bit of a stretch.Â
âYou takeâ holy shit, you take such good care of me, sweetheartâ she mutters, her chest rising and falling at a quick pace in order to keep up with her need for oxygen. You canât help but feel proud of yourself, leaning down to messily kiss her clit as you curl your fingers just right, the way her velvet walls cling to you being evidence of your expertise.Â
You donât need her to warn you, as you can tell that sheâs about to cum just from the way her clit jumps in the slightest and how she tightens around your fingers. There is no need for words either, your eyes fluttering shut as you focus on her taste and scent, your senses consumed by her.Â
With a loud curse and a mutter of your name, she is coming undone for you. Her hips twitch helplessly against your fingers and mouth, so sensitive as she rides out her high. You canât help but moan as she makes a complete mess, a ring of her cream at the base of your fingers as you slowly ease them out. Before you completely pull away, you canât help but give her sweet clit one last kiss.Â
With no shame, you clean her juices off your fingers, a soft hum leaving your lips at the reward of your hard work. Poor Ellie can barely think, still trembling with over sensitivity as you lay beside her and give her a sweet kiss.Â
Itâs drawn out, your tongue brushing against hers so that you can prove to her that she tastes absolutely perfect, the dirty act only making you feel even closer to her. She moans against your lips, only pulling away when youâre both in need of air.Â
She presses her slightly sweaty forehead against yours, a fucked out grin on her lips as you smile back at her, your lips coated with her slick and her spit.Â
âYouâre an angel, you know that?â she asks breathlessly, her heart aching with the love she feels for you. No one gives her attention and care the way you do and itâs as if you knew exactly what she needed to relax and come down after a hard day.Â
âJust doing what I can to help since you wonât let me work with youâ you mutter, lowering your hand to graze her soft tummy. She only hums in acknowledgment of your words, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
âWell thank you, sugar. You made all that stress melt awayâ she states in a pleased tone, her relief being your relief since you can finally relax while knowing that Ellie is content. âAnything for you, Els. Just come to me when things are too much, okay? I know you wanna take care of me but I wanna take care of you tooâ you whisper, giving her a reassuring smile.Â
She nods gently, pulling your body closer to her own right before she covers your face in kisses that tickle in the slightest. âAlright, alright, I promise I willâ she finally agrees, her warm hand lowering to squeeze your ass a bit, as she had a tendency to be a bit grabby.Â
âNow how boutâ I make you feel good after all that hard workâ she suggests, mimicking what you had said to her earlier. The suggestion has you grinning and you know that tonight will be going on longer than planned.Â
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Silent Desires
BLACKPINK RosĂŠ x Male Reader 13.6k words
It took quite a long time before I managed to finish this. Kinda struggled with the smut part since I'm not really used on writing one and it was my first time. Of course, still learning.
Was also kinda lazy to proofread it since I have no much time left to do it. PC monitor is broken as well.
The house perfectly matched what you imagined back in Indonesia: two stories painted in blue, and visible wood planks on walls. That one alone window on the second floor must be your bedroom. It had curtains so you thought it might be. Black water filled the canals below and it stretched up to four blocks from your right. It wasnât smelly, but sure was dirty.Â
The driver helped carry boxes containing your stuff from home, some were heavy and not, and those light ones were under your carry. When you asked him to place it at the front door, he refused and insisted on placing it inside the living room instead. He was taller than you, a visible look of a state man on his face. Usually theyâd wear red caps during work like what TV shows would portray.Â
Amid work, you saw the neighbor on your right took out a black garbage plastic that was twice the size of her width, and she struggled to carry it inside the garbage can. She was slender, had her hair dyed whitish purple, and a hint of Asian in her eyes. She wore a white top with thin black sleeves covering her arms, and denim shorts that exposed her pretty legs. They were mesmerizing. But you didnât want to look like a creep either. Seeing her glance at you, you waved your hands. Hoping for atleast a smile or a wave back, you didnât get one. She chose to ignore your greeting as she headed back to her house. Maybe she was blind or her eyes were blurred, so you didnât take that bad too much. But the feeling of rejection still hits you like a train.Â
When all boxes were brought inside, the driver returned to his van and waved goodbye before pulling off. Took hours before every item from each box was pulled out, fixed in places and corners. Most furniture was made in tarnished wood. They were elegant.
The sun had started to set, you could see it by the orange clouds and vibrant violet skies outside your window. It was your first sunset in Canada and you loved the scenery. They seemed like perfect wallpapers you'd see on the Internet.Â
You stepped outside for fresh air and saw the girl at the right house once again. She sat on the doorway stairs, shading below the black roof. She mustâve not seen your greeting awhile ago, it mustâve been an unintentional ignore. You were shy, everyone would do, but in fear of being a loner you chose to overcome it.
A grass field separates your houses, but only a few steps, like thirty or thirty five steps from yours. She kept her composure and watched your presence coming to her property, a toothpick in her mouth. Her eyes behind those specs remained unwelcoming and a lingering bitchiness within.Â
âHey there um. . . Iâm your new neighbor by the way on your left so I guess it wouldnât be bad if I introduce myself to you aye?â You began, keeping your tone calm and friendly. Behind you were nervous and shy.
She played with the toothpick with her tongue, moving it from the left to right corner of her mouth. Her eyes gazed into yours and there was silence for seconds. When you tried to talk again, she interrupted you.
âToo bad for you I donât talk to strangersâ She answered with an Australian accent, so she must be an Aussie.
âI mean like at least-â
âI donât . . . Talk to strangers.â She stood up. She was slightly smaller than you, but she had the height. Walking slowly towards you, you began to step back. âDo I have to repeat it again to you Mister? I donât have time for these corny things. If youâre a new bird here, keep it that way as long as you donât bother me.â
âAlright chillâ You raised both palms. âIâm sorry for disturbing you Maâam.â
You began to walk away while she kept her eyes at you, standing firmly, watching you disappear on her property. You mustâve been so lucky to stumble upon a kind of person on your first day. They said Canadians are welcoming and appreciative, but it seemed it was all a scam.Â
It was a slight struggle to forget that interaction, but soon youâve moved on. Days continued with cleaning and adjusting to the new surroundings. The town near the village had good amenities and stores to buy goods from, and you realized the currency seemed low, then you also remembered itâs pricey when converted into your currency.
 Each day youâd walk past her house, you canât resist looking for her presence. She was pretty, everyone would agree, some might not, but in your eyes she was, though her attitude said otherwise.Â
Days continued with no interaction with the neighborhood. A day later it was time for the first day of class. You jumbled through your closet, finding your best outfit. You wore a simple black oversized T-shirt and cargo pants, like your usual outfit when going out on malls with your parents. But it was a weird feeling to wear civilian clothes on normal days of school. In your country theyâd require you to wear a uniform in some cases.
The university looked like an old British house. The walls were made in bricks, and pillars were carved in vertical strips, colored in white gloss paint, that held up much of the entrance shade. Students walk past you. They were tall; it was expected.
The first subject was Science, and it took minutes before you couldâve reached your classroom. You had to ask some professors for the room direction, told you to walk 2 floors above, then turn right, saying youâd see a cone bush at the front of the door; which was on the corner near it. As you entered the classroom, you sat on the seat near the window, third row from the blackboard. Shelves stood at the back most of the classroom. Frames of old looking people hanging on the side walls with their names below of their faces. âJonathanâ if you had read some of their names correctly.
It all started with introductions and knowing each other. Some were old students so they had formed a bond already. Learning you were from Asia, they seemed surprised. When you returned to your seat, someone had already sat beside you. His name was James when you asked. He was friendly, his vibe was cool enough to make you feel comfortable to talk.Â
During break, he had opened up most of the happenings around the school, and some students you need to avoid stumbling into. Sounded like a cliche school scenario, but itâs the states. Three women walked over the corridor, catching most of the students eyes around the area, even the both of you.
âWho are those? They look Asian.â
âLike you, yesâ James continued. âThatâs Lisa, Jisoo, and Jennie. One of the popular girls around the campus, obviously. All of them were sophomores.âÂ
âSo they are Asian?â
âI just said it a second ago.â He glanced at you. âThere used to be four, until that issue happened. She goddamn disappeared like a rat from a cat.âÂ
âYou know what happened?â
âI donât know man, I ainât touching otherâs shit. But Iâll tell you, sheâs hella pretty. That Australian âyaurâ and âwotahâ would make you impressed if youâve only reached that time when she was here.âÂ
Once they disappeared on your sights, you both continued your way back to the classroom.Â
You thought everything seemed to flow smoothly, until you met this group of boys who had entered the classroom late. They didnât approach nor face you, but the way they gave you those eyes was enough for you to understand; not friendly. You didnât mind and pretended they didnât exist. Few hours had passed, Monday class had come to an end, and you and your friend had separate ways at the intersection near the school.
On you walk home, you saw the neighbor girl once again. The sun had set down, but it was not hard to familiarize her face on the dim. She sat on the same spot, a toothpick in her mouth, and wore her thin framed specs. You wanted to ignore her presence but sheâs just too attractive to resist, and when she caught your eyes, trying to land a quick glance at her, you just bowed.Â
As usual, you received nothing but eyes and silence.Â
Back in your house you finished the first assignments of the day, it was History and Science, so it took much time despite its simple instructions. You heard voices outside your window. You were confused. The moon had shone brightly between dark clouds, and itâs eleven in the night. You peeked over your window and saw a SUV parked in front of your neighborâs house, its headlights lit. Three women stood and one of them rushed your cold neighbor into a hug. They wore fancy clothes, like in a club or party.Â
You watched closely and realized they were the same girls youâve seen back in the corridor. And when they all stepped inside, you finally pulled away. You remembered what James said, the girl who had left their circle and decided to not go to school anymore, and maybe she was that woman who chose to rot in her house instead. Maybe yes, maybe not. Questions lingered in your mind as you packed up your things for tomorrow, then later you found yourself sleeping in your bed.Â
Tomorrow was the same usual day, but things went sideways when the arrogant looking boy group came to approach you while you scrolled through your phone on your seat.Â
âHey man, heard youâre the new rice eater around the campus again huh?â He grinned, his tone sarcastic. âSo, how tho?â
âWhat how?âÂ
âI mean . . . How you get into this school? I donât remember that itâs easy for people like you to attend here.â
âAh? By having a brain, I guess?â
He chuckles and looks back at his friends; who were grinning along with him. You reminded yourself to stay low and humble. You wanted to be known on campus, like a popular one, just like how you were known as the âFriendly guyâ in your old school. And once you made a big mistake with these morons, it'd put you into a crumpled outcast inside the university.Â
âAlright, they like your answer rice boy, but I donât. â He scoffs, giving light nods. âHere, if youâre trying to act cool and shit here, it wonât work. So donât start something that people would hate you for. Iâm just reminding you boss, not threatening you. As long as you play with the system around here, youâre fine, aye?â
You nodded slowly, though deep inside youâre annoyed; you hated getting into a situation like this. You felt like getting controlled or so what, and for the sake of your positive look from the other people you just agreed to his terms.Â
James accompanied you most of the school hours. The Math professor was absent today, so you found yourselves sitting on the bench outside, in the park.
âSo you met Deandre?â He opened up
âYeah, heâs the bully in the classroom right?â
âSort of. Like man, that dude came from a wealthy family so of course his attitude would be obviously like that. You remembered what you saw yesterday?â
âThe girls?â
âYeah those fine ladies, he dated one of them. I donât remember who, but he did. So yeah, he became more known to the campus until his ego just wentâ He mimicked a plane with his hand and raised it upwards, making a swooshing sound.
âWell about the girls, you told me that the woman who left was âAussieâ right?â You remembered last nightâs event. Jisoo, Jennie and Lisa, they were three, but still unsure. They had given the vibe.Â
âI guess? She had the accent, so yes. Why?â
âWell I have this neighbor who speaks with that accent as well. She looks cute, and tall. You know these cute girls with specs.â
James scoff, shaking his head. âNah man, I doubt itâd be Rose. She had left Canada already and maybe returned to her hometown.â
âYeah, maybe Iâm just assuming too much.âÂ
So days continued like this. James has been by your side most of the time, and you met some new friends along the classroom. Clifton, Julia, and Tyrone, thatâs where their names are. They were old students who began here three years ago. They had formed bonds already, knowing each other before you could have, but you didnât mind. Every new bird starts with this.Â
Yet there were the morons who never stopped bothering you. During breaks, when youâre alone, theyâd come and ask for some extra lunch or snack. Itâs not a sort of bullying way where theyâd punch you suddenly, but more like theyâd threaten you when you donât contribute; telling you theyâd frame you up for stealing someoneâs snack from their bag. James couldnât do anything as well, as much as he wanted to help, he knew what this group of dick heads could do if youâd go against them.Â
Remembering their words, just go with the flow. Youâre not some sort of a main character where punching them would turn you into a superstar
As usual, there were no changes with your interactions with the cute neighbor. Every time youâd walk past her house, sometimes youâd see her outside on the usual spot sheâd sit in. Exchanging glances on each other, you were used to it, and every day that passed by, having the same usual empty interaction, you began to feel tired of chasing your wanted friendship until you start ignoring her.Â
One night you walked home late. You stayed in the library for a long time without realizing it. You also didnât want to skip a gym session, so you worked out around seven in the night, then finished by nine already
You saw her at the front of her property talking to two guys, one stood behind her. They had bandanas around their forehead. They wore baggy denim shorts and some sleeves that had pockets on the chest part, where one pulled a cigarette box out from it. You walked slowly to watch the scenario, itâs strange to see her talk to someone else anyways.Â
The guy behind grabbed her arm forcefully and she tried to resist but was not deemed enough to match a moronâs strength. The man on the front lit the cigarette in his mouth, a hint of glow in the stick, and right as he came closer he blew smoke at her face. You kept your composure and thought she must owe them something, but then the discomfort in her eyes, pleading for help, left you no choice but to save her.Â
âYo leave the girl alone.â You said as you approached, your tone calm. A hint of frustration when they looked at you in unison, despite your neighborâs arrogant attitude, you felt the sense of needing help in her eyes.Â
âWho are you, punk?â The white man with the cigarette answered as he faced you, taking another in his cigarette. âNever seen your face around here yet?âÂ
âYou donât need to know who I Am bro, just leave her alone.âÂ
âAnd what will happen if I donât?â He slowly clenched his fist, you noticed it. And as he slowly took a step forward, you reached out to your pocket and pulled out the butterfly knife you loved playing with. Their courageous eyes turned hesitant when they noticed, and as you spun and free styled the blade he took a step backwards.Â
You took a step forward, and they flinched when you feinted them. Just a bunch of dick-heads they were, acting strong but lacking action.Â
âYouâre lucky, womanâ The guy who held her arm said as they left the both of you, running across the empty street.
You watched them disappear from the darkness. Your neighbor slowly looked at you. Hoping for some kind thanks or appreciation for saving her life, well you didnât get it, again.Â
âI can handle myself, why do you have to butt in.â She hissed and walked back to her house.
âWhatâs your problem?â You raised your voice. âThanking is the least thing you can do, why do you have to be this shit ass?âÂ
She ignored your words, shut the door closed, and the lights from her door disappeared. Guess helping her was not the right move to earn her trust. Since the start she was this toxic, she never changed, and to think sheâs just alone in this house without anyone visiting her but her friends completely gives the reason. Youâre tired of chasing her. Sheâs not worth it anyways. Itâs better to be independent than to chase some person who doesn't give a single shit at you.Â
In your bedroom, you were about to sleep. Move your circular pillow and unroll the blanket wide. You were still bothered by the past hour scenario and worried they might come back, so you took a quick peek at her house from your curtains. Itâs just that youâre worried about some bad things that may happen during the night and who else could know what those assholes have been running in their minds right now.Â
When you saw the lights from her bedroom shut, you finally laid back and slept the night away.Â
The next day at the school, a seminar was held at the gymnasium where most students were required to be at the place. Chattering and noises filled the whole gymnasium. You and your new group of friends sat together at the upper box, third row, enough to see the announcer deliver his words from the court floor.
You saw the three ladies once again sitting in the same row as yours. The morons were there as well, staying by their side, one guy carried the short hairâs bag. Were they some sort of servants? No they were not when you saw the guy who threatened you rest his arm around the cat shaped eye girlâs seat. She was fine with it, smiling at him despite the corniest move a guy would do.Â
Then you met them later again in the corridor as you stepped out from the maleâs comfort room. The girls were with them, stood by their side and one behind. Your eyes met Deandreâs, it was full of wickedness, and a smirk forming in his lips.Â
âYo rice boy, whatâs good? Can help me out for some slight extra money? You know it would be bad if Iâm left hungry for the day.â He began. âJust a little you know? I mean not that I have no money, but at least . . . An extra?â
âSorry bro, I canât help you with that.â You forced a smile and began to walk out. Then he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, making you stop.Â
âCome on broâ He softened his voice that only you could hear. âRemember what I said back then? I bet you wouldnât like the consequences when you donât provide something, right?â
And there you are, stupid enough to give half of your brought money in your wallet. Following the system, the same thing that runs in your mind over and over again for the sake of your dream popularity. Nice guy in a jean jacket, thatâs what you wanted. Their eyes locked on you while you walked out, keeping your friendly vibe despite the anger boiling inside you.Â
Days turned into weeks, and you received the same usual treatment from them all over and over again. You just seemed to be these morons play toy. Every time youâd walk back home, itâs always frustration that youâd bring, that you just wanted to beat them until they begged crying on the floor. If it werenât for your scholarship that required you to behave and act like a chained goat around crocodiles, then you would have shown those morons what they deserved.
As well, you continued to ignore your âappreciatingâ attitude neighbor. Between those days, you were used to it, and then you felt itâs something normal youâd do. Until one day, while walking back home, she approached you with crossed arms in the middle of the street. The sun had started to set down on the thick, dark clouds like itâs clinging on its own. She wore a simple black shirt and denim shorts.
She pulled out a few money bills from her pocket and reached it at you. âHere.â
âFor what? â
âFor saving me last week.âÂ
âNo need, thank you anyway.â You began to walk.
âIâm just returning what I owe you.â She continued, and you paused.Â
âI donât look like money, Miss. I just did what a normal person would doâhelp somebody whoâs in distress. I didnât do that to impress and such. Just take your money.â
âEvery Monday, youâd walk past my house between five and six in the afternoon. Then, all of a sudden, you appeared nowhere on the street at nine? â
âAnd youâre assuming I'm stalking you? âÂ
âI didnât say anything, boy?âÂ
You groaned. âYou know what? A simple thank you will end this conversation instead. Besides, I wonât even have a conversation with someone like you anyway.â Â
âHm? Thank you, my neighbor superhero; thatâs what you want to hear, right? âShe forced a smile, narrowing her eyes. âPlus, why do you even want to be friends with me in the first place? You boys are just the same. Tell me youâd be friends with me, then I get comfortable with you, let you inside my house, and then we wait to invite each other to fuck in each otherâs mouths in my bedroom. Thatâs your plan, isn't it? â
You scoffed. âThis woman is ridiculous.â
âDonât act blurry, Y/N. You guys have the same minds when it comes to meeting girls.â She tilts her head, keeping her gaze. Though sheâs pretty and her pair of alluringly slender legs, it never came to your mind to fuck her somewhere else around.
âAlright, you're generalizing too much. Look Miss, I just want to be friendly to the people around me. Youâre my neighbor maâam. The lot on my left is empty, and youâre the only person I could talk to around this place. Isnât that hard to understand?â You answered. âAnd, did you just call me by my name?â
She kept her composure, not even saying a single word.Â
âSee, I must be right, you are friends with the famous girls in the university. That night, I saw three girls visit you in your house. There are three as well in the school: Lisa, Jennie, Jisoo, and youâre probably the Rose that James was talking about.âÂ
âSo what?â
âSo what? It means that youâre just one of them. A bunch of assholes that make fun of students not popular as you all do, and abuse their souls out just because they donât fight back.â
âOh, Iâm an asshole now?â She took a step forward and landed a push on your chest. âTalk shit at me if you donât put your ass down when Deandre is around you.â
âI ainât a coward around him, donât you dare call me that.â You pointed at her.
âThen what do you call yourself then?â
âIâm doing it on purpose. I just want . . . â You cut yourself off. Opening up your dream of being a popular boy in the university will just ruin your image more at her. âIâm doing it for my scholarship. You think Iâd still be here if I punched him in the ground?â
âA scholar?â She scoffed and glanced around her surroundings. âPoor for you, you have to endure that. So donât cry on me that youâre experiencing those. You chose this University, face the consequences then.â
She might sound aggressive, but some of her words were right. Her last phrase â you chose this university and face the consequence â hit you. You wanted to experience life in the west because you saw how most of your relatives seemed to enjoy their lives here. Luxurious sedans, modern houses, thatâs what you saw most in their pictures. Then you wished to apply your school experience here from your hometown thinking itâd just be the same.Â
You had mixed feelings with your encounter with Rose; disappointment and excitement. She was fierce and straightforward. Up close, you wouldnât expect such an attitude from her gorgeous visuals. You wondered if she had a boyfriend, or probably no one would even wonder with her arrogant attitude.Â
She was annoyingly attractive.Â
The next day, it was Saturday, so you had no classes. You finished all your assignments right away before so you wouldnât worry about chasing papers to your professors. You went for a jog around the village, no streets were missed to walk into. Most houses were colored assorted but had the same design as yours and Roseâs.Â
Finishing your lap, you walk past Roseâs house and see her garage door lifted open. It wasnât hard to see her in the dim, and when you got close, just under the garage door, you saw her fixing a vehicleâs engine. The car was purple, you could tell beneath those dusts, and looked like a mustang built from 80âs
Black stains marked her arms and gray shirt. She wore baggy pants and a cap, her pony tail squeezed between the capâs closure. She noticed your shadow from the floor and quickly looked back with her wrench pointed at you.
âWhat are you doing?â She asked in a warning tone. There was visible tiredness within her eyes.Â
âAre you trying to fix your alternator?â
âWhy do you care?â
âMaybe I can lend some hand for you, I missed doing mechanical work, especially with cars and stuff.â You leaned against the wall, crossing your arms.
âI donât need.â She turned back and continued her hands on the engine. You just watched her, she said no and you wouldnât want to be an annoying fly that would force yourself into her.Â
Several seconds later, there was a spark and she squealed, pulling her arms away quickly and moving from a distance. Her eyes slowly looked at you, her face fresh from shock.Â
âYou just made the scenario worse.â You stepped in and took a look at her engine, where you noticed a red wire with little smoke in it. âWorse thing is, youâre trying to check every wire in here when this red wire has visible tears on it.â
âWhat are you saying?â She gave you a look as if youâre saying bullshit, still standing at the same spot.
âYour alternator is shorted. So you might need to get yourself a new wire for this.â
She slowly took her steps closer and stood beside you, picking the red wire where the smoke had fully disappeared. She watched it close, then her eyes shut as a sigh escaped her mouth.Â
âYou can buy some wires there in town. Just gotta tell the staff there this and that and youâre good.â You began to walk awayÂ
âShit.â She groaned, then turned to look at you. There was frustration in her tone. âAlright, can you do me a favor?â
âFavor? I thought you didn't need my help?â
âCome on, please donât be dick head for now.â She hisses.
âIâm now the dick head between us now huh? After talking shit at me yesterday?â
âY/n!â She widened her eyes, warning you.
âNow, youâre turning the tables againâ You scoff, then reach your palm at her. âMoney.â
âI donât have cash right now.â She dug her hands in her pockets. âIâll just pay you in some way, Just-â She groaned. â Buy me the wire for now.â
Well, you couldnât resist her. She had this sort of lack of temper management, maybe only to you or  to everybody, but yet you still find it attractive and hot. The wire shouldnât cost much of your cash so you agreed with her request.
It only took around ten minutes to find the exact wire from mechanic shops and later you arrived back at her house. The wire cost two and a half dollars. You bought two in case things went sideways, you knew how Rose would obviously act if it did so.Â
âYou sure this is it?â She looked up at you.
âYeah. I told him my boss would kick me out of the house if he gave me the wrong one.â
She chuckles, it was your first time seeing a smile form in her lips and it was beautiful. You hoped youâd see more of it. You began to step out of her garage again and her face became intrigued,Â
âWhere are you going?â She asks.
âHome, why?â
âDid I tell you to?â
Your brows furrowed. âAre you my mommy or something?â
âNo, but you canât just leave right away.â
âWhy not?â
She tilts her head, resting a hand over the carâs grills. âSo you can just walk away from your asshole neighbor that easily?â
âProbably yeah, I hate assholes.â You grinned and she turned her back at you, continuing her hands on the car. You heard her talking with her head ducked inside the engine.
âAlright, stick with your decision then. âÂ
You left out a quick chuckle at her before you walked away from her garage. The sun had shown a great promise above the skies where you wanted to get off right away under its burning rays. Before you would have reached the tree near your house you heard Rose make a loud âowâ that sounded like a moan and groan at the same time. It sounded good, you didnât deny. There was this sort of excitement inside you when you heard it, but still itâs just bad.Â
You ran back then found her at the same spot, her head still ducked in the carâs engine, and when she noticed your shadow she slowly looked back.Â
âWhat happened?â You asked worriedly.Â
âWhy are you here?â
âI heard you just yell or so and I thought that something happened to you.â
âI thought you didnât want to help me.â
You glanced away. âHuman instinct bro. I mean come on, even a stray ass dog will come here when you yell like that. So what happened?â
She smirked and shrugged her shoulders. âMaybe I hit my head? Lost a finger, popped my eyeballs out.â
âWhat the hell is that answer?âÂ
She rolled her eyes and threw the wrench at your front. âI obviously need help, asshole. Why the hard to get behavior?âÂ
âIâm not.â You picked up the wrench and slowly stepped into her garage once again. âItâs you whoâs doing it. Acting arrogant the whole time then turns into a little pup when things go down.â
She pushed your arm and it left a black stain on your gray tee. âYah? Calling me a little pup as if youâre not one as well in your school, huh?â
âIâm just doing it for the sake of my scholarship and dream popular-â You quickly stopped when you realized you slipped off your greatest secret, but it seemed too late already you saw her eyebrows raised and she chuckled.
âPopularity? So you want to be a popular guy huh?â She covered her mouth, and you watched her giggle in amusement. âThis dude what the hell?âÂ
âAlright, laugh all you want.âÂ
She continued laughing at you, placing continuous taps over her car. You felt embarrassed that you wanted to squeeze yourself into a tin can, never to be found again. Was this a turn off? Nevertheless, you began fixing and removing the old wires of the alternator of her car, making yourself busy at least.Â
âYeah yeah.â She finally uncovered and heard her sniff. âFucking hilarious, that is something that a nerd guy would dream in a high school musical. Damn boy, I never thought youâd be funnyâ She stood beside and noticed your silence. âWait, so youâre not joking?â
When you didnât answer, she placed another push on the same spot, turning the stain even darker.Â
âDonât make a fool of yourself, Y/n.â She said between chuckles. âTell me that you need bitches without actually telling me you need bitches.â
âHey?â You paused while ducking in. âThatâs not the point why I want to be. To be honest, I donât need one.â You lied. Though you wanted one, maybe someone like her or either herself. She gives this bitch vibe whoâd you call âmommyâ and kneel upon while she verbally or physically abuses you. Sheâs hot as hell.Â
âAnd thatâs something a bitchless guy would say in a girl so heâd feel like âIâm manly and tough, I donât need girls in my life because theyâre bunch of useless beingsâ â
 You tapped the battery with the wrench, sounding a âtingâ, and you stood straight. âYou know what, Iâm done. Fix it yourself.â
âOh no, baby boy is crying again.â She made a mocking sad face. âDid I hurt his feelings again?âÂ
âItâs just annoying that youâd always make me look like Iâm some weak ass shit who couldnât do anything.â
âI did not say you are, and plus Iâm just stating the facts based on my experiences.â She snatched the wrench out from your right hand, then moved closer at you.âTheyâd tell me the same sentences all over again thinking theyâll impress me.â She squints her eyes, tilting her head. Her hair brushing over your hand. âBut guess whoâs falling into their knees at the end? Calling me âMommyâ while I ruin their mental shits out and even with those theyâd still always look for it.â Her voice became soft, a lingering mischief within her tone. âSeems like Iâm pretty irresistible right?â
You were frozen, and at the same time youâre lowkey enjoying the moment with her hidden side.Â
âWhy arenât you answering, you know I hate these kinds of people who leave me hanging.â She added while she kept her eyes locked on yours.Â
You shook your head to snap yourself back to reality, you were falling into her trap or some sort of hypnotism. Sheâs too alluring, every second youâd feel something pulling you into placing your lips on hers.Â
âWhatever, Iâll just finish thisâ You ducked back below the hood, continuing your hands on the wires. âI still have a meeting later.â
She scoffed. âItâs Saturday dumb ass.â
âMeeting isnât always related to school.â
âAs if I knew it?â
So you stayed by her side most of the day, fixed her broken mustangâs alternator, then had small conversations with her. You were getting dirty every hour. The amount of dust, dried oil stains and burnt ashes all over, but you didnât care anyways. She had treated you to lunch, surprisingly for her, and youâre starting to see her bright personality on every hour that passes by. You thought James lied.Â
When you got some water inside her house, you saw notebooks and pens on her desk and the lamp light lit open. Most books had your universityâs name on it. A brown acoustic guitar with a capo stood beside the desk. She plays instruments? Damn sheâs just attractive.
Finally, you had replaced all the broken wires with new ones and when you told her to start it up, the mustang came into life, roaring while the engine shook within the rhythm. She squealed in happiness. You saw her covering her mouth from the windshield while she enjoyed the view inside like a kid who sat in a Lamborghini for the first time of her life.
You stepped a few steps backward and enjoyed the view of her car that was revived from the dead. You let out a relieved sigh. You watched her step out from her car as she approached you with a light smile on her lips; now this seems sincere rather than a forced one.Â
âKo-ma-woâÂ
âUh, what?â
âItâs thank you in Korean.â She answers.Â
âOhâ You hesitated for a second, then gave her a quick bow despite looking stupid because you knew thatâs what most Koreans do when receiving thanks. âNo problem.â
âAs I told you a while ago that Iâm pretty cashless right now, I donât know how I would pay you.âÂ
There were a lot of thoughts running in your mind, and obviously they were what a guy would like for a hot girl to do: free sex, having her knees down at the floor while she devours your cock, maybe a dog style on the garage, or maybe be his boyfriend. But you were educated, not some punk ass dude whoâd treat them like objects. You knew the boundaries, so instead you just kept it to yourself.Â
âItâs fine, you donât need to. I enjoyed fixing your car anyways, so itâs more of my own liking rather than a forced work.â
âWell . . . I donât think I can agree with that.â She looked skeptical. âI just donât feel like living in a world knowing Iâm indebted to someone.â
âItâs fine, Rose. I volunteered, so I donât really need you to feel indebted just because of that. I told you myself, I donât need it.â You emphasized the final three words, hoping sheâd finally agree with your request. But it was not a request either. Youâd call it a consolation thanking because she finally talked to you properly without being a bitch.Â
She sighed, her eyes closing while she looked down. Both of you were outside the garage, but still under the lifted door that covered you from the blazing heat.Â
âIâll think about how I would pay you. But for now, thank you for your help.â She nodded lightly. The smile was still light.
âAlright, Iâll see you again.â You smiled back. âTake a shower already, you donât wanna stink and get seen dirty by the neighborhood.â
âYah? Even if Iâm dirty like a beggar, I wonât stink.âÂ
âOf course, youâd tell me that.âÂ
So another point for your memorable interaction with the neighbor. She is Rose. Youâd call her with that from this point. You remembered that moment where she was very close to you. And right, you were stiffing and yet you had to make yourself looked calm as possible because you didnât want to look so weak and soft either. That voice while she tells how most of his boys called her âmommyâ, was enough to make you gulp alone in your bed while leaning against the bed board with the blanket covering the lower part of your body.
 One final check on her wouldnât hurt, so you did peek over the windowâsaw the lights shut on her bedroomâthen laid back to your bed, thanking god for a great Saturday.
Sunday ran past as there wasnât something to do. You just stayed up inside the house, fixed some things and arranged your items that didnât need to be arranged, and yet you still did. After a while Monday has come so youâre back to reality. Faced with numerous seat works and homeworks, you were buzzedâbut then you remembered you had inspirationâRose. James never knew about her being your neighbor and decided to keep it first to yourself. She might not want others to know her presence and as you knew James thought she had left Canada.
Deandre and the gang were like hornets that had their hive touched by you, they just wonât leave and disappear at least for a day until they sucked out your resources. Most will be depressed, but you were smartâbought a pack of cheap cookies that only cost around five to seven dollars, and you bring one extra every single day for him. Perfect timing, thatâs all what it takesâbut not now.Â
You washed your face in the comfort room. The water cold, it was refreshing. You were alone in the room and there was peace at least after a long day merging with crowds in the corridor and the room. The running water from the faucet. When you stepped outside, pulled the door open, a woman stood at the front leaning against the opposite wall. Her eyes on the left corridor and travels towards you once she has noticed your presence out. She had a good set of eyesâmore of like a cat shaped and you realized then she was one of Roseâs friends.Â
âOh there you are.â She smiled. âSo I think youâve seen me already, probably.â
âDeandreâs girlfriend?â You didnât hesitate. She was that girl on the court where his arms were around her seat. Was she this? Maybe not, but would it make any difference?Â
She chuckled, covering her mouth. âNot really. How do you say so, Mr. New face?â
âWell, I just assumed? Just how heâd bring you with him taxing me for some shit everytime in the corridor?âÂ
Her chuckles sounded so expensive that youâd wish to hear it for an hour straight. And with that pretty fierce cat face, every boy would fall for it.Â
âYou're more confident than I thought so.â She smirked. âBut anyways Iâll just get straight to the point why Iâm here. It wouldnât really sound good if rumors start to spread when that one popular girl is seen talking to a new bird like you right in front of the maleâs restroom.â
âYeah, they might thinkââ
âI gave you a head or such.â She interrupts you like she knew what was running inside your head. Never thought sheâd be open minded. âSo, do you drink or not?â
âWell . . . Sort of? Only at reasonable events and parties.â
She pulls out a card that was entirely white and blank. âTomorrow, 10 pm in my house.â
âWhatâs happening? And what am I supposed to do with a blank card.â
âShow that to my guard at the front gate, and itâs a party.â
âIs this a dream or something? Are you really inviting a guy who you have never met before?âÂ
âWell I met you right now, plus itâs more of a friendâs request rather than my own. So are you going, or are you wasting the once in a lifetime chance?â
You were hesitating while her eyes were locked at you, waiting for an answer. But then, sheâs right there in front and you wouldnât want to make herself disappointed. At Least not waste her time inviting you just for you to say ânoâ.
âAlright, Iâll be there.â
Her eyebrows lifted and a closed smile appeared in her lips. âOkay great! Then Iâll see you tomorrow. Toodles.â She walks out, maintaining eye contact for a while while she waves her hand at you. She walks sassyânot in a way sheâd wiggle her butt at every stepâbut more of reminding everyone that the prettiest is passing by. Almost nearing the class shift, it was time for you to head back to the room.
At the final break shift, you opened up the party invite to your friends. They were surprised, obviously. Not even expecting such a popular girl to come right in front of the comfort room to reach out for a party invite.
âJennie herself?â Clifton freaked softly that only the four of you could see.
âYeah, she reached me out this blank ass paperâÂ
Your friends studied the paper. There was just nothing, even you could think sheâs just fooling out of you. Was she? Yes or no. She doesnât seem to be the type of person. If she did make a fool out of youâcan you even complain?Â
âProbably invisible inkâ Julia says while she tilts it back and forth. âJust not some ordinary paper card youâd cut outâ
âWell whatâs your plan then?â James asks. âCan you bring friends?â
You place your hand over your face. âFuck, I forgot to ask. But do you think I can?â
âIâd say not, blud.â Tyrone answers while he pulls his bag from the floor, placing it behind his back. âThose girls are just picky with the people theyâre encountering. You're one lucky bastard.â
âHow did you make her invite you?â James asks, his tone filled with confusion and curiosity. âAs if youâve done nothing and suddenly that girl just came looking for you . . . Right in the toilet? Pretty bullshit. â
You shrug shoulders. âI donât know. Ask her yourself. You know like when the nerd guy in a K Drama suddenly gets the popular girlâs heart?â
James swung his hand. âThatâs some bullshit, you ainât in a fantasy world bro.â
âLike I have the courage to talk to her in the first place?â says You.Â
âAnyways, goodluck.â Julia raises her thumb. âYou have the GC to chat on. If you need help, we'll be there.âÂ
âThank you fellas.â You smile. Having these kinds of friends is like hitting a jackpot in a slot machine. Only the four of you, even though it might sound little, it was fine rather than a bunch of plastic backstabbers.Â
Back home itâs the usual routine: gym and cardio. Finished by ten in the night and it was your most late one. You had eaten a set of combo meals in a fast food chain, and it felt like carrying a baby in your tummy as you walked a kilometer.Â
You saw Rose outside, carrying another garbage bag to be thrown in the can at the front. When she noticed your presence on the street, a light smile formed in her lips, and of course you couldnât help but smile back. She had a toothpick in her mouthâagain.Â
âLate night junk works.â You began and she chuckled while she pulled the toothpick out from her mouth.
âLate night walk back home.âÂ
âQuite a struggle to find a bus back to this town,â says You.Â
She pushes the lid down. âPoor you. Why? Was the date so good?â
âDate? What do you mean?â
She raises her brows. Her eyes darted everywhere but you. âDate with your girl or so . . . â
âMy girl?â You scoff. âWhere did you get that?â
â I â â Her eyes finally met yours, and the feeling was different. You could feel it. ââI donât know. Thatâs why Iâm asking?â She rolls her eyes. âSuch an asshole.â
âWell that wasnât a question tho?â
She sighs, her eyes closing. You loved poking her with your unnecessary follow ups, and seeing her get annoyed feels satisfyingâ itâs like poking your cold crush back in elementary. You still did remember it. Well, Rose is your crush, sort of? And since silence seemed to follow your words, you decide to add things more.Â
âI went to the gym, never realized my rest was too long until I noticed the clock, then I decided to eat outside, and here Iâam.âÂ
She nods lightly. Her mouth forming an âoâ then looks away. âWell, stupid you.â
âYeah stupid me.â You chuckle, and you find yourself forcing a smile. Sheâs not even looking anyways so itâs fine. âAnyways, Iâll head home now. I have to rest. You should too.â
She tucks a few strands of her hair behind her ear, then gives a light nod. âStill have things to do. I ainât like a baby kid like you who needs to sleep early.â
âWell youâre a baby as well: Baby attitude.â
She rolls her eyes; her face shows disgust. âAs if I cry when I get real-talked?â
You resume your steps and pretend you donât really listen to her words at all. Of course, sheâd open that up over and over again, and sheâll always find a way to counter you. âWhatever, goodnight.â
âYeah thatâs right, walk away idiot.â She raises her voice, but not that loud for the whole neighborhood to hear. It was only meant for you. âHe really always gets on my nerves. But, heâs goddamn kind at the same time. Fuck this, Roseanne.â She whispers to herself while she watches you in the distance. Then later, she heads back inside as well.Â
Struggling to pick whether a stylish or a casual one, you still ended up choosing nothing. And not because they were your favorites, but because you were overthinking what people like them would wear on house parties. You laid back to your bed and watched the ceiling. What are you even supposed to do now? Countless questions appear every second in your head, and then you start to feel sleepy afterwards, until you drift into paradise.Â
Tomorrow was just a regular school day. Finished papers and passed them to the professor, hanging out with friends during break, then later on it was wrapping up. Your friends remind you to at least enjoy and behave at the same time; you didnât know what was about to come later as well. It was around eight and a half night when you got to your house, and surprisingly, Rose was nowhere to be found outside. Maybe sheâs busy.
A black loose shirt with spread collar and khaki pants was your choice. It is stylish and comfortable at the same time, making it the perfect outfit for a whole night run with strangers. Assignments and projects were not something to be worried about, as you finished them earlier at the school during break hours. So, youâre currently stress-freeâalmost. And the only thing to stress right now is the laterâs event.Â
At the front of your house, you begin to book for an Uber. You know itâs costly âas if you have any other choice for it. Tapping the book button, you realized you missed a field to answer, and itâs the drop off location. Shit, you forgot to ask her, and Jennie never said the location either. The paper was blank, so youâre left clueless.Â
A headlight shone at your spot from the right. You cannot see whoâs car it was, but itâs annoying you. Its engine roared when it accelerated, sounding like an old car. As it parked at your front, you realized it was Roseâs, and you saw her when she rolled the windows down.Â
âGet in.â She began. Her tone sounds like sheâs been doing this for years to you.
âWell, I have a party tonight andââ
âAnd you think weâre not going to the same place either?â She tilts her head and checks her watch. âAlmost ten pookie, you donât wanna miss the party.â
What a savior. Even if she was an annoying neighbor, she was there to help you at the exact time you needed one. She was hot, and her outfit made her more. A black fishnet long sleeves that revealed more of her skin beneath while wearing a black crop top inside. She also wore denim shortsâas usual. This was the most alluring outfit you have seen from her throughout the time that you didnât even realize you were staring at her throughout the time she was talking.Â
âYah!â She raised her voice, snapping you back to reality. She tilts her head with a face that reminds you she was talking.Â
âOh sorry.â You shook your head. âIâm just really flaky right now. Finished some assignments and stuff, yeah?âÂ
âAh, weird for me to tell Jennie to invite a nerd for a party.â She scoffed.
âDo a nerd even wear like this, huh?â You show off your clothes.Â
âAnd I didnât know you could wear something nice at least.âÂ
âAlright, sure. So you picked me up just to insult me again?âÂ
âJust stating the facts.â Her lips form a smirk as she moves her hand over the gear knob. âSeatbelt, Mr. Crybaby.â
You shook your head in annoyance; thereâs no absolute counter to her at all. Well there was, but youâre in her car, so as if you have the courage to speak shit at her. Once she heard the click from your seat belt lock, she accelerated the car; hard enough to push you back to your seat.
Throughout the ride, you and her shared a few conversations. Watching the lights across the town, it was amazing. The car ride vibe was entirely different compared back to your home country. Youâd describe it way more peacefully by the few cars that came from the opposite lane.
Shortly later, she parked her car behind a black SUV. When she told you this was her place, you stepped out and stretched your arms. The walls were perfectly trimmed bushes that were almost thrice the size of your height, it was funny. Several parked cars lined up in the same direction where Roseâs car was, and most were luxurious ones, ranging from Chevroletâs to Mercedesâs.Â
She guided you inside, where you saw how wide the place was. At first, you thought it was some event place or house. But when Rose told you this was Jennieâs, it gave you another reason to believe your friendâs words that messing with them is the biggest mistake you'd make.Â
The guard let you both in when he inspected your invitation cards with a small blue lighted flashlight. He was well built. The clothes shaped his width, reminding the ones who would want to trespass her place. Inside the house, it was slightly dim, and it gave a sort of club vibe where you have to walk through darkness before seeing the lights. Well you did, but instead, it was a living room with some people around. The lights were pinkish red. Few people were on the second floor while some leaned against the railings.Â
âRosie!â The short haired girl approached her. She was tall and was one of the three popular girls. âI like your outfit, so freaking bad.â
âDo you really have to glaze me that much, Lisa?â Rose grins while she holds her hand. Lisaâs eyes slowly land on you as her eyebrows raise.
âSo, whoâs this new face youâve brought tonight?â asks Lisa.Â
Rose looks at you, and while she says her words, she keeps her eyes at you for a while before looking back at her. âA kind guy who helped me fix my Mustang last week in my garage.â
âOh, so weâre bringing strangers now?â Lisa looks at her while she lands a few glances at you.Â
You felt Roseâs hands around your arm, and her thumb began rubbing shapes in your skin. âDarling, you really think Iâm just bringing strangers here? Of course, you know the obvious."
Lisaâs expression turned bright as she nodded several times, knowing the answer through Roseâs actions at you. âYouâre starting to keep stories from now, huh.â She pokes Rose. You didnât even expect Lisa to reach her hands at you. âLisa, by the way.â
âY/n.â You accepted the hand offer. A judgmental person, that seemed what she is, and the courage she had to call you a stranger in front of you was bewildering. Good thing, Rose managed to play it off smoothly, and you didnât expect her to save you at all, knowing sheâs an asshole towards you. Â
When Lisa walks away, you look at her. âWhy did you save me?â
âIâm not entirely an asshole to embarrass a person who helped me as well,â says her as she meets your eyes. âCome, Iâll let you meet my friends.â
âShit, that would be too embarrassing.â You slightly pull away.Â
âI thought you wanted to be popular?â
âI do.â
âAnd Iâm giving you the chance, yet youâre here with your baby attitude again.â
âShit.â You sigh, resting your hand on your hips while you try to gather your courage to face such students like them.Â
âTonight, youâd be known as my boyfriend, and they wonât do shit about it.âÂ
âYouâre my girlfriend?â You raised your brows. âHow I wished to be.â
She tilts her head as her eyes narrow. âJust for tonight, idiot.â
âOh.âÂ
âAnd yeah, keep wishing. As if Iâd boyfriend someone like you.â She rolls her eyes and starts to pull your hand with her. âCome on, no time to waste.â  Â
Yeah, rejected as usual. You were just playing with it; you intended to act sad, but still it was quite painful to hear such rejection. She led you to a couch where her friends sat, and you saw a person that's always ruining your mood every time you see him. Deandre, he was there, at the couch sitting beside Jennie. And as Rose feels your sudden step aback, she grabs your wrist.Â
âIf I say you touch me, you will touch me.â She softly says while both of you approach. âNo butâs and ifâs.â
âHey, baby.â Jennie stands and approaches her, kissing cheeks. âQuit late, huh?â
âSorry darling, my boyfriend is quite a snail-head in times of events like this.â She grins, looking at you.
âWhat a surprise, Y/n,â says Jennie. âYou didnât even tell me yesterday that our Rosie is your girlfriend already. Quite a mysterious transferee, huh?â
âUh,â You stutter, and when Rose notices your awkward act, she warns you with her eyes. âYeah, yeah. Keep it lowkey, I guess.â
âAh lowkey.â Jennie lightly nods and nudges your arm. âI understand, you know. Rose is quite a popular one in school, and I assume youâd hate rumors when they realize youâre a transferee.â
âYo Jennie, why invite an outcast here?â His voice. Once again, you heard it, and itâs enough to ruin your mood. âGuess you got the wrong person. I donât think heâd enjoy the party by reaching out for glasses and serving us like a waiter some shit.â You heard his friends share chuckles and laughs.Â
âDeandre, what a fucker.â She whispers, rolling her eyes. She was still facing you. Â
âBabe,â says Rose, enough for Deandreâs whole friends to hear. âCome sit beside me, Iâm missing your touches quite fast already.â
So she called you babe, and hearing it was enough to make you blush deep inside. Youâre just both acting. You reminded yourself, and this isnât the best time to dwell into your feelings. You followed her request and sat beside her. As you sat, she rested her right leg over your thigh, and snuggled against you.
All of their eyes, even Deandreâs, were on both of you. They were silent, some looked away and pretended like they didnât laugh at his joke. Rose enjoyed the view on their faces.
âTouch me, now.â She whispered while keeping an eye on them.â
And gently, you did. You placed your hand over her thigh and caressed it gently, enjoying every inch of her skin. It was smooth and soft. You could stay up the whole day doing this over and over again, and not get tired.Â
Deandre was silent. Within those smirks and scoffs in his lips hides the embarrassment he feels towards the both of you.Â
âAt Least he could pull Rosie than you could do.â Jisoo teases. She was sitting on the right couch.Â
âShe just had no one to bring, trust me.â Deandre answered back.
âNot really, Drei. We both know I could bring any handsome guy in the school with a simple hi, right?â says Rose. âJust tell me youâre being a crybaby because you were not the one with me tonight.â She looks up at you; your faces are a few inches apart. âRight, babe?â
You were getting flustered, but itâs all just a plan, remember? Everything is fake.Â
âYeah, yeah.â You forced a smile.Â
âAww come on. Whatâs with those simple answers?â Rose pouts. âYou donât love me?â
âAh, of course I do love you so much.â You took the courage to caress her cheeks, down to her neck. âYouâre so gorgeous tonight.â
Then, you felt her hand over your chest, where she unbuttons one, caressing the same ways as yours. Â
âThank you, sweetheart.â She says between.Â
Your said so âcuddlesâ was enough to shut Deandreâs mouth more. Another scoff from him, then a word never came out of his mouth again. He only watched both of you share cheeky moments together. His friends shut quiet, acting normal, some were on their phones. Deandreâs dogs, thatâs what they are.Â
The heat between the three of you has finally cooled down, they were avoiding their eyes on you, while Deandre would place glances sometimes. Jennie came back to the table with bottles on both hands: a whiskey and gin. Shit, liquors, itâs been awhile. You had the last of those during the post-prom night event, where you stayed with close friends, drank all night; not even caring about your haggard looks.Â
All part of new friendshipâyou wanted this. Jennie insisted on pouring the liquor on your shot glass. You didnât expect her to be this kind. You assumed sheâs a two sided woman.Â
It was bitter, felt your throat burn as the liquid passed down. You hid your uncomfort through closing your eyes and swallowing hard, while looking emotionless. Itâs a tough battle. Shortly after a few shots, your body seems to condition the liquors, until you realize youâre starting to drink it normally.Â
Looking at Rose, sheâs hell of gorgeous. The way she sat, both legs over the sofa, her whitish purple hair free on her left shoulder while she rested her left hand on the cushionâwas a sight to enjoy. Beneath those fishnet sleeves teases her curves and smooth skin. The world seemed to slow down, it was just her you see. As the pink light colors her face, there was the sense of allure and attraction within your heart.
You excused yourself for a bathroom break, they didnât seem to care, so you went right away. Splashed cold water on your face from the faucet, that was itâyou just wanted a refreshment. The bathroom luxurious. As you stepped out, you had to pass by several couples who were making out on the wall.
Back at the table, Rose had become quite more flirtatious. She was getting drunk; Jennie told you, and the fact that it was your first time seeing her act like this was a changing experience. So you just let her be. Itâs only a plan, something not to be serious about, and within her touches and snuggles lies nothing but falseness and showing off to peopleâsheâs just helping you, remember. Sheâd never be your girlfriend. Smiles and laughter surrounded you, and you were just here forcing yours.Â
You had decided to take fresh air outside Jennieâs place, right at Roseâs mustang. The sight was relaxing, though itâs nothing but a grass field. You stayed under a tree beside her car. The crescent moon shone between dark clouds, and there were the stars.Â
You were drunk; you knew that, and as you shook your head more makes your vision get fuzzierâit was funny.
You heard crunches of soil near you, and behind you saw Rose approaching. She walked playfully, swinging her arms freely. âHey baby.âÂ
âStop that.â You forced a grin.Â
âWhy? Donât you love it when I call you that?â
You walked towards her car, and leaned against the hood. âNo.â
âNo your ass, bitch.â She stood beside you and playfully pushed your arm using her body. âWhat are you even doing here?â
âTaking fresh air.â
She giggles and covers her mouth. âJust tell me youâre not used to crowds.â
âIâm used to it,â says you, âIâm just exhausted.â
âAh.â She lightly nodded, and there was silence. Itâs quite comfortable to have moments like this with her alone in a quiet nightâwished youâd have another of this soon after. Soon enough, you didnât notice she was looking at you until you glanced at her.
âI like your outfit.â She smiles lightly. âNot being an asshole, but itâs really nice.â
You were flustered. âThanks . . . I just save this kind of clothes for times like this. But you know whatâs nicer?â
âWhat?âÂ
âIf I donât have these on.âÂ
 You winced internally, almost wanting to run a kilometer away. Rather than a disgusted look, her face showed off more of a disappointed look.Â
âThatâs some corny ass shit, Y/n.â She scoffed.Â
âJust kidding, forget about that.â
âI donât forget corny jokes that easy, crybaby.â She tilts her head and teases you with a forced pout.Â
âWell . . . Iâll be honest right now,â You say, âI like your outfit as well. Quite weird for me to see you getting attractive each day.â
You said it from the bottom of your heart. She really was. Everytime youâd see her outside her house, despite the same clothing style sheâd still be beautiful.Â
She seemed to accept your words. Then, she moved closer to you, her eyes gazing at yours. âYou know what will be better?â She tilts her head, her body shifting at you. âAnd itâs when these are off from me, and itâs right in your hands. "
You froze, and found yourself staring back into her eyes while she wore that mischievous smile on her lips. She copied your joke, but why did it work so well for you. Her deliverance, not so maybe.
âWhy is Mr. Tough guy silent, eh?â She leans, your face a few inches between, and grins while giggling mischievously. âFeels shocking when your words are thrown back at you as well, doesn't it?â
âYeah, and you said it so well that it didnât even sound like a joke anymore.âÂ
âOh?â She tilts her head, keeping her face close at you. âDid I even say I was?â
Both of you were close, and the urge to kiss her lips, pull her into you, consumes your mind. Your heart was racing fast. This is the time, to take your chance, to finally fulfill that desire you wished. It didnât take long enough for her to notice you glancing into her cute lips.
âCome on, do it.â She says softly, her breath hot on your face and smelled of liquor. âI could see it in your eyes, Y/n.â She moved even closer. âDo you need mommyâs permission again?â
You swallowed the lump in your throat, hesitating. Sheâs drunk. She doesnât mean anything of this, and you didnât want to take advantage of herâeven if your urge to do it was boiling inside you. Shit, whatever. You didnât want to miss it, and you finally took the chance as you pressed your lips on hers. They were smooth like cushions. It all started off with just presses and touches of lips, and the play had changed when she placed her hand around your nape. Youâre completely clueless with kisses and such. There you let her continue the kiss, feeling her pulling your lower lip between her lips, giving it a tender suck. Your heart was racing faster, feeling the excitement consume your body. But itâs right hereâitâs happening.Â
She slowly pulls away, tracing her hand on your cheek down to your neck. âLooks like someone doesnât know how to kiss a girl, hmm?â
 You nod sheepishly and look down in embarrassment. Never in once you did have. Shortly, she lifts your chin back at her.
âLet me guide you then.â A sly smile appears on her lips âInside the car.â She commands as she walks towards the driver door, biting her lips at you.Â
As you sat inside, she pushed the retract button of your seat, then straddled herself atop you as the seat retracted full. She wasn't heavy at all, yet the feeling of her weight on top of you was euphoric. Thereâs no such thing as discomfort when an alluring woman is right on your front.
She flipped her hair to the right, then sensually slid her fingers from the side of her neck, down to her shoulder, where she pulled down her sleeve to expose her bare shoulder. âAm I pretty, asshole?â
âYes, youââÂ
She leaned and crashed her lips once again into yours, not even letting you complete such a compliment. The rhythm turns aggressive, and the way sheâd devour your lips like no tomorrow excites you even more while her hands cradle your face. Her curves were delighting as you placed your hands on it.
You didnât know how to answer her kisses back, and you let her control you. She wasnât even complaining, seemingly enjoying the position she had, and as the make out prolonged, you began to feel her tongue between your lips, where you didnât hesitate to welcome it as she explored your mouth. Your hand grips into her waist as you feel your body burning into excitement.Â
She pulled away and sighed sensually, straightening her back. She licked her lips wet and bit her lip while she gazed into your eyes full of lust and desire. This is a drunk Rose. In any situation, sheâd always look gorgeousâhot.Â
âSsibal , igeo neomu segsihaeâ She hisses, pressing her hands over your chest, then slowly unfastens your buttons. Contemplating decisions, she stopped when you grabbed her hands.
âRosie, do you really want this?â
She scoffed, and pushed your hand away. âYou really had the audacity to stop me when you canât even kiss properly, huh?â She leans closer into your face, making sure youâd hear the following words from her hot mouth. âAnd I donât want you calling me with that name. Wouldnât it be better if you start calling meââ She moves to your ear, whispering ââyour mommy , hmm?â Slowly, she runs her lips into your neck. âYou know I hate when something gets in my way, and you just went and did it. But lucky you, Iâm not in my mood to give you pain. Now, all I just want is something inside meâand I think your goddamn dick is the perfect one.â
Your cock stiffened even more. Her words were not something youâd expect from that asshole neighbor weeks ago, with only eyes and gazed communication that became tiring every single afternoon. From giving eyes, to exploring each otherâs mouth in her carâit escalated fast.Â
She helped you pull her fishnet sleeves down from her shoulders, leaving only her black crop top and her delicate skin. Her hips began to rub into your crotch slowly, like she knows how much your cock wanted itâand you really did. A sly smile would form in her lips between grinds when she sees the enjoyment from your eyes. Your breaths and her soft moans fill the quiet surroundings.
Quickly pulling down the black crop top herself revealed a pair of tits that hid beneath the thin fabric. They were just enough for your palms to hold on; perky, petite, and soft. Her nipples hard, and while your thumb enjoyed caressing it, sheâd arch her back and let out moans. Her hips continued to grind you. She went faster as you massaged her tits like itâs a separate thing from her.
âFuck.â She moans and holds your hands, pressing it more into her breasts. âI need something more than this.â
The door clicked on your side and she pushed it open, welcoming the fresh air. You watched Rose dismount herself from you. There were no people around, and she wouldnât be seen either as she used the mustang as a cover.Â
âThis way.â She pulled your arm, shifting you to face her outside while keeping your ass on the seat. She knelt down; you know whatâs gonna happen next, and you were bracing for it. While she unbuckles your belt, sheâd give quick glances at your eyes, her lips smirking like a girl unwrapping her Christmas gift despite knowing whatâs about to show up already.Â
Pulled your pants and underwear hard down to your feet, she let out a moan as she appreciated the view of your stiff cock.Â
âHow I missed this.â She points it towards her mouth before her tongue darts out to give a wet lick around your tip. A shiver runs down to your body; irresistible, sort of shocking yet you wanted it for long. It was your first time, and it is addicting. She teases you with her tongue licks around your tip, then shortly, she takes you into her hot mouth, pushing herself into your base. You gripped your hands behind, on the seat, clinging yourself within Roseâs devious act.Â
The woman moans between swallows, her bobs going slower, then faster â then slow again. You closed your eyes to savor the sensations flowing outward from your crotch. Your hands are gripping the seat harder. You couldnât help but get mesmerized by the view of her sucking your cock off while kneeling down on a rough concrete road outside, shirtless with her breasts exposedânipples hard.Â
You run your fingers on her hair, gripping a few strands as she pulls away.Â
âMind helping me?â She looked up at you with a provocative gaze.
âYou canât just suck my dick like this while being shirtless outside.âÂ
âWhy?â She raises a brow while keeping a hand wrapped around your cock. â"Don't you want them to know that the guy who they think they can just boss around like a poor pup, is currently having his cock swallowed by the popular guitarist student of Chandelier Academy?â She gives your cock a quick swallow, leaving a slick sheen of her spit between it and her lips. âAre you ashamed of mommy giving his fake boyfriend a head?âÂ
âNo.â You shake your head sheepishly.Â
âNow shut your goddamn mouth.â Then the ravaging continues, slightly raising herself to face your cock down, pushing herself until your base. A moan escapes your mouth; it was sensational, and youâd never get tiredâwishing this would last until the morning. Your hands made way on a few strands of her hair while she gave your cock a deep throat, and sensing her struggle you gently pushed her further down, feeling more of her mouthâs insides.Â
She gags; you were worried, and she felt it when you started to loosen your grip on her hair, so she grasped your wrist back and pressed your hand tightly once again at her hairâtelling you to continue furtherâand so you did. All you could do was watch your arrogant neighbor take herself deep into your cock, and as well savor every delicious sparks of pleasure radiating from your shaft, up to your spine and into an overwhelmed brain.
âIâm cumming, mommy.â You hiss between gasps. It was near, and within these seconds youâd create a mess in her mouth. Rose responded by quickening her pace, up and downâfast. And you found yourself groaning, placing your hand over her head like you were clinging your life into it. No questions needed to ask whether youâd pop it out inside her mouth or notâthat was the answer. She went faster every second, and shortly, feeling it now at the edge of your cock, you released it into the back of your neighborâs needy throat. The sense of relief consumed you. All of that stress and hesitation turned into nothing but thick white semen inside her mouth. Â
She finally slows her pace, her mouth still wrapped around you as a mix of your cum and her saliva glistens on your cock. Then she looks up at you.âI missed that, did you like it?â
Your nods formed a smile on her lips, and soon she stood up on her feet where she pushed you inside further. Closing the door with her, she moved to the driver seat, shifting her body facing you on the passenger side, where she spread her legs. Her denim shorts were still on, and when she noticed you just watching stupidly, she raised a brow.Â
âI removed your pants myself, so are you,â stated Rose. This was the greenlight, your hands made way into the button of her shorts, unfastening it, and pulled it to her knees. Her black undergarment greeted your eyes; you kept it on for a while as you admired the view of her delicate thighs, running your hands on them. Youâd tease her with your slight touches over her crotch area, where sheâd let out a soft moan despite the black thin fabric that separates you and her skin. âYou know how to make a woman wait, huh?âÂ
âIâm just making every second count,â says you between heavy breaths. âMight be the first and last.â
âAnd who said it would be?â Her fingers run on your jawline, as excitement fills you upon hearing those words. You heard it rightâ might not be your last ever; she said it herself and surely it wasnât your drunk mind making up voices. âNow donât keep me waiting before I change my mind.â
You placed kisses on her legs, up to her thighs, then to her belly. Her skin is soft, addictive. Running your hands on her hips while you plant those sweet kisses, sheâd spread her legs wider, telling you she couldnât wait to give in.
Pulling her black undergarment down welcomed your eyes with her delicious pussy, like a meal youâve wanted for years. Your body burning with desire and lust, and you didnât wait any longer to devour her cunt right away, latching your lips around her tender flesh.Â
âGoddamnit.â She grunts, her hand grabbing into your hair as she watches you. Shortly, your fingers find her opening and slip inside, sliding in and out, as you lean towards her to suck her nipples. She was at your mercy, and the sensation was consuming her.Â
âFasterâ She let out a small whimper, her eyes shutting tightly. In response to her request, you quickened your pace, moving faster than usual. Your fingers wetter. âIâm nearâ
Sheâd keep her vulgar words until now, but that even made you like your work at her even more. Her hands were still over your head, her nails digging into your scalp. Pain was nothing but an obstacle, you didnât really mind.Â
(You quickened more)
At the final reach, she lets out a gasp as she orgasms; her slick wetness dripping into your fingers. Her breath quickened, and she closed her eyes in relaxation, then ran her hand over her messy hair while her desirous eyes gazed at you. Her body was irresistible. Youâd take a curvy petite figure every night and day with you without getting tired.Â
A sly smile spreads across her lips as her gaze settles on your cock. âNow for the exciting part.â
She pushes herself upright, wrapping her arms around your neck as she crashes her lips against yours, hungrily devouring the kiss. Your bare skin touches hers, and what excites you more is seeing her slender, naked figure right in front of you, her weight over your lap as you feel the heat of her body.
You let her do her work on your mouth. Messy? It was not for youâ just entirely hot that youâd last forever doing this with her. She pulled away to position herself atop you. Your cock quivers with need. She grips your cock and gently teases it over her needy clit. Her eyes dripped with lust, mirroring the slick sheen of her body.Â
A moan of pleasure escapes her lips as she finally lowers herself onto your cockâa sound thatâs hot and bratty, just as youâd imagine. Her arms remain around your neck as you sit upright, her body pressed close to yours, with her long hair cascading over her face, hiding it from viewâ you know sheâs watching herself.Â
It started off slowly. You, who was your first time, found it slightly uncomfortable at first, but as time progressed, where she began to change her pace, made you forget such thoughts. Her hips grinding against yours was all that mattered; you loved seeing both of your naked bodies pressed together.
â Jenjang Y/N. neo jonna himdeureo (Fuck Y/n, youâre so fucking hard.)â She muttered close to your ear, sounding very tiredâ though her pace over you said otherwise, grinding faster. You didnât understood a single word from her, probably her dialect on Korea, but her tone was enough for you understand that she was enjoying it.Â
Throughout it all, youâre fucking her inside her car, savoring the feel of her orgasming pussy wrapped tightly around your cock with each thrust. Your hands pressed against her curves, feeling the sweat of her body, and supporting her while she gives a nice ride over your cock.Â
Youâre nearing your peak again, and sheâs grinding against you faster now, loud moans escaping her lips. One arm stays draped over your shoulders while the other runs through her messy hair and then over her head. You enjoy the view of her sweaty body, and your hands find their way to her breasts once more. Her lustful eyes lock with yours, and she eagerly devours your lips. Her body presses harder against you, matching the rhythm of her fast grind.
ââShit!â Rose gasps, her voice trembling with anticipation and broken by breathless moans. Sheâs approaching her peak as well, her body tensing with each thrust. Just before you can release, she quickly pulls away, raising herself and stroking your cock rapidly. Thick, white semen erupts from you, spilling out with each stroke as it travels down to her fingers. At the same, she runs her fingers over her clit, her own juices mixing with the mess on the floorboard.
Her mouth finds its way back to your cock, swallowing it deep and then licking the remaining semen from around it. It glistens with her saliva and your cum, but what you appreciate most is the sight of her face beside it, a hint of your semen at the corner of her lips. Fatigue is evident in her eyesâshe looks ready to sleep, or maybe not, as she hints at the possibility of another round.
âLike that?â she asks softly.
âWho wouldnât?â
âMy exes,â she shrugs, a smirk playing on her lips. âMaybe it was me, so I had to improve.â
âSo Iâm lucky to experience your improvement.â
âKinda.â She rests her chin on your lap. âIâve never slept with a guy without being in a relationship first. So, yeah, I guess so.â
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only in my dreams [part two]
summary: you turned off your emotions so you could protect your heart but at what price?
warnings: angst, mentions of unrequited love, curse words, blood and death.
pairings: azriel x reader
words: 8.5k
Morning was here.Â
You left Emerie's house when the first rays of sunlight passed through the half-open bedroom window.Â
Your friends were still sound asleep when you pushed away their arms that tried to offer you some comfort during the night and got out of bed.Â
You had no intention in waiting for them to wake up and having to talk about what had happened just a few hours ago.Â
So you quickly changed your clothes and placed the backpack you had brought with you over your left shoulder. Â
You didn't bother looking back when you left the room.
The front door closed behind you, and you found yourself facing the sun that was almost reaching its usual place in the blue sky.Â
Sunrise has always been your favorite part of the day. Â
Not only for the view, but also for its meaning - every time the sun rises, a new day comes with it, a new day that seems like a new blank page giving you a new opportunity to do your best and let go of the past on the day that was left behind.Â
Besides, being a healer meant that your day always started early, so why not start it with the best view ever?
When you lived with your aunt Madja, you would go to the bridge over the Sidra and sit on the wall and when you moved to the House of the Wind you would go to your balcony and do the same.
You would close your eyes and tilt your head slightly upwards and immediately relax with the sunlight passing through your body and warming not only your skin but also your soul.
You don't know if it was because you're an empath but you've always felt a connection with the sun, as if you could feel its energy, it was as if the sun itself had emotions and was trying to communicate with you.
You loved how it made you feel.
But that was before.
Now, standing in the doorway of Emerie's house, as you looked at it, you didn't know what to do.
You stayed there for a few moments waiting for something to happen - for you to feel something.
But nothing came.
With a shrug of your shoulders, you turned your back on what used to be your greatest comfort and step by step you began to move away from it and the house.
As you walked, you didn't notice that the camp was starting to wake up, just as you didn't notice the sunlight fading away.
You winnowed as soon as you reached the edge of the camp.
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Twenty minutes later, you were in Velaris about to arrive at your aunt's house to take a much-needed shower.
As you walked up the street, you didn't pay attention to any of the citizens who were opening their establishments and getting ready for a new day of work.
Some of them tried to get your attention to greet you just like they always did. You would look at them with your eyes full of color and wave greetings with a warm smile, sometimes you would even stop and talk to some of them.
But not anymore.
Now, you simply walked with an expression of indifference without removing your empty eyes from the path ahead.
You only stopped when an all too familiar voice filled the air around you - the voice of the last person you wanted to see right now. "Y/N."
You could already see your aunt's house from here, and you were so close to getting there.Â
Slowly, you turned around and faced the person who had stopped you from reaching your destination.
It was the wife of the patient you lost yesterday with one of their sons by her side, both wearing mourning clothes.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but I saw you passing by, and I just wanted to thank you again for what you did for my husband yesterday." She told you with a weak voice, her eyes still red.
With a fake smile on your features, you ran a hand through your hair before telling her, "I was just doing my job. After all, that's what I'm paid for."
Surprised by your reaction, the female lost her words and after a few seconds to compose herself, she cleared her throat and said "Well, the funeral is this afternoon at three o'clock if you want to join us."
You laughed, and without a care in the world, you responded, "No, thank you. I have better things to do but have fun."
And with that, you turned your back on them and walked up the rest of the street before removing the small key from your backpack and entering your aunt's house.
The wife and son remained in their places, trying to understand what had just happened.Â
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After placing your backpack on the sofa, you started heading to the stairs towards the bathroom, but before you could, an irritated voice stopped you in your tracks. "Where have you been?"
"Oh, for Cauldron's sake," you muttered and turned to find Madja with her arms crossed and an angry face.
"I was with the Valkyries. I spent the night at Emerie's." You told her with a tone of annoyance.
"I'm aware of that. The High Lord had the decency to send me a letter unlike you," Madja scolded before continuing, her voice turning softer. "He also told me what happened about Azriel."Â
When she opened her mouth to speak again, you raised a hand and stopped her from it, "Okay, auntie, it's too early for this. I'm going to take a shower and I'll see you at the clinic. Okay. Cool."
You used both hands to give the cool sign, but before you could step on the stairs, Madja called you again. "Wait."
"Ugh, you gotta be kidding me," you whispered low enough for her not to hear.
You saw your aunt grab a piece of parchment and hand it to you. "This arrived for you a few minutes ago."Â
When you unrolled it, you recognized Nesta's handwriting.Â
She was asking where you were.Â
Without hesitation, you crumpled the paper and threw it into the middle of the fireplace where it instantly began to burn.
"Anything else?"
When your aunt didn't speak, you accepted her silence as an answer and started climbing the stairs by jumping two steps at a time.Â
The bathroom door closed seconds later, and Madja, who didn't know what animal had bitten you to react like that, put a hand to her forehead before muttering to herself, "What was that?"Â Â
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The clinic was very busy like almost every day but you never complained.
Unlike other people, you could happily say that you liked your work. Being a healer has always been a rewarding job.Â
There was nothing else you enjoyed as much as helping your patients. Heal them, make them feel safe, and heard. Make them feel important.
Your favorite days were the days you helped a new life enter this world. Seeing those beings so small and innocent was the best miracle of life. Â
But of course, like all jobs, yours also had a bad side.Â
Seeing your patients sick and knowing that in some cases there is nothing you can do to help, seeing them leave this life and the family they leave behind.Â
There were patients who had left such an impact on you that from time to time, they appeared in your dreams.Â
Sometimes, you felt guilty at their memory because you felt like you could have done more, but most of the time, their memories reminded you to do better for others. Â
But none of that mattered to you anymore. Now you simply limited yourself to doing your job so you could get paid.Â
You were finishing bandaging the knee of a boy who had tripped while running.
The boy had become a regular patient of yours, always finding a way to hurt himself, whether it is running or reading a book.
It was a simple wound that didn't require the use of your powers, so you cleaned, disinfected, and put a bandage on it.
Your right hand held his injured leg while the other tried to wrap the bandage, when you finished and lowered his leg, you noticed that he had a bruise in the exact place where your hand had been just seconds before.
With your focus on the wound, you hadn't even noticed the bruise. You went behind the counter and grabbed a bottle of ointment that you had made last weekend and handed it to the boy.
"Take this," you pointed to the bruise that had several shades of purple on his leg, "twice a day, one in the morning and one at night. If it starts to hurt, put some ice on it."
Following the movement of your hand, the boy saw the bruise for the first time with a confused face "Oh, I didn't even know I had that," he grabbed the bottle and with a toothless smile, he started heading towards the door but not without shouting first "Thank you Y/N! I'll see you next week."Â
"Whatever" you let out a sigh and walked towards your chair to take a break but before you could your aunt directed you to the next patient.Â
It was an old male who mixed up the plants in his garden and ended up using the wrong plant as a seasoning for his food.
He was slightly pale, nauseous, and had stomach pain.
"You mistake a poisonous plant for a seasoning plant?" You asked as you examined him, judgment written all over your face and voice.
"Yes, I know what it looks like," he explained between short breaths, "but it was an honest mistake."
"It was a stupid mistake." You answered him without hesitation.
You were too busy finishing your exam to notice Madja's shocked expression, who had stopped what she was doing at the sound of your words.
"Y/N!" She approached and scolded you. "You can't talk to patients like that."
"Why? It's true. It's not my fault he's an idiot." You told her with frightening indifference.
At your response, your aunt put her hands to her head with a whisper of "By the Mother," escaping between her lips.
She got closer to the patient and placed one hand on his arm before bringing the other to her chest and apologizing to him for your behavior.
The male, on the other hand, said, "It's okay, she happens to be right."
You scoffed "Of course I am," you turned to your aunt and with an air of irritation you asked her "Now, are you going to let me work or haven't you finished disturbing me yet?"
Shocked by your words, Madja didn't know how to react or what to say, so she limited herself to taking two steps back, giving you space to continue working.
She looked at you, trying to understand what was happening to you, because this type of behavior was not normal.
You had never spoken to her like that - you had never spoken to anyone like that.
You were sweet, attentive, and very polite. This was not the niece she knew.
She couldn't help but think that maybe this situation with Azriel and Elain was affecting more than you had let on.
Plus, she was well acquainted with how much your emotions could overwhelm you.Â
Choking sounds broke the trance she was in, and her mind refocused on what was in front of her.
You had started the healing process in the patient, and your hand hovered over his belly in order to try to eliminate the poison, but something was wrong.
Because the patient was now paler and bleeding from his mouth.
Madja saw you stop and look at her. "I think the poison is stronger than I thought." You kept looking at her, no doubt waiting for her to react, but when she didn't, you couldn't help the sarcastic comment that escaped you. "Are you waiting for him to die? Because my arms are starting to get numb."Â
That was enough to make her move and begin her own examination of the patient.
She frowned. Did you really just say that?Â
"Are you sure you gave me the correct name of the plant you used in your food?" You asked the patient while using a cloth to clean the blood, irritation in your voice.
He simply shook his head in confirmation.
"Maybe the plant you used was in contact with another. Are there any other poisonous plants in your garden?"
The male shook his head again, but this time in denial.
Your brain started working quickly trying to see all the possibilities and it was then that you turned to your aunt and found yourself saying "Maybe it's because he ate a long time ago and that allowed the poison to spread. I mean, who knows how long this idiot ingested a poisonous plant."Â
Madja didn't answer you and due to her silence, you removed your hands from the patient and met her gaze with your empty eyes and a bored expression in your features "Okay, so you got this right? I'm hungry, so I'm going to take a break." And with a look of disgust, you walked away.
The old female's heart was beating very fast. She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed.
Not just your words but also your actions.
Maybe she had seen wrong.Â
Maybe what she saw and made her freeze before you caught her attention hadn't happened.
Maybe she just imagined it.Â
Because it couldn't be.
Could it?
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Several days passed, and you continued to act strangely since the day you returned from Illyria.Â
Madja was observing you now more than ever, and little by little, she began to assimilate all the differences that you now demonstrated, but the one that worried her the most until now? Â
The reason she made you work behind the counter taking care of patient charts so you wouldn't have to interact with them medically.Â
You weren't the niece she knew and loved so much, and she began to think that something else must have happened - something you weren't sharing with her.Â
And if Madja was honest with herself, you were starting to scare her.
Your behavior continued to become increasingly strange - how you interacted with patients, the way you spoke to her, your 'new clothes', and your nights out.
Not to mention what you had said to the family of the patient you lost a week ago.Â
Madja met them in the market when she went shopping for groceries, and when the widow told her what you had said them, she didn't want to believe that such insensitivity had come from you.Â
She thought about asking the Inner Circle if they knew anything but after meeting the High Lady on the street as she left her studio the other day, she informed Madja that it had been almost a week and a half since any of them had seen or spoken to you.Â
Feyre also explained that both she and the others sent several letters to you, and none returned with a response.
Not even Nesta knew where you were these days.Â
It was with this new information that Madja's heart began to tighten more and more with worry. Her sleep no longer came as it used to, and the feeling of calm that used to hover over her was gone.Â
Madja was well aware of your relationship with the older Archeron sister, that she was not just a best friend but a sister.
So why wouldn't you be talking to her? With none of them?Â
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Rita's was full as always - full of life, light, and music.
People danced while others drank and gamble. Laughter, singing, and shouts of euphoria filled the air of the familiar bar.Â
This has always been one of your favorite places to spend time with your family, not to mention that Rita herself was a long-time friend.
Good memories were formed on the dance floor with Feyre and Nesta, on the karaoke stage with Mor, several shot battles with Cassian that often ended with the two of you on the floor and too many card games with Rhys and Azriel where you took all their money.
Whenever these memories surfaced, they warmed your heart and made you feel lucky to have these people by your side.
Now, you felt nothing besides an emptiness in your heart, but at least your heart was whole again, and that's what mattered.Â
You ordered your third drink of the night, and the moment you took the first sip, a deep voice was heard from behind you.
"Can I join you, my Lady?"
When you turned to find the owner of the mysterious voice, you couldn't hide the surprise on your face which you quickly replaced with a mischievous smile "Well, well, well, look what the wind brought."Â
Your colorless eyes meet golden ones that belong to a male with fiery hair and a smile that matches yours displayed on his lips.
You let your eyes roam the male in front of you as you analyzed him. He wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top two buttons open, brown pants where his muscles were visible and black boots.
"Eris Vanserra," you held out your hand for him to shake. Instead, he grabbed it and placed a kiss on your knuckles.
"Lady Y/N," he greeted, his eyes always fixed on yours.Â
You let out a light chuckle as you ran your eyes over the male again as he took the seat next to you. "Well, you look delicious."Â
"I could say the same about you," he replied with a chuckle, and now it was his turn to look at your form.
You wore a simple black strapless dress that fit your curves perfectly with a slit in the skirt on your left thigh and a pair of silver high heels that matched your jewelry.Â
Eris ordered his drink, and after you hit each other's glasses with a small 'cheers', you asked him the question you wanted since your eyes had landed on him.
"You are far from home. Tell me, what brings you to Velaris?" You took a sip of your drink before continuing. "Does Rhysand even know you're here?"Â
Following your movements, Eris took a sip from his glass before putting it down and answering, "I'm here because of him, actually. I had a meeting with him and his Inner Circle a few hours ago."Â Â
"Oh, and I thought you had come here just to see me," you said as you signaled the bartender to refill your glass. Â
"That can be arranged," the Heir replied as he took another sip without ever taking his eyes off yours.Â
You cleared your throat after an unexpected heat warmed your cheeks. "I'm surprised he let you come here."Â
Eris chucked and turned around in his chair and faced you before resting one of his arms on the back of your chair. "I'm surprised I didn't see you at the meeting with the others. Did you lose the invitation?"Â
You let out a laugh as you tilted your head back slightly before meeting those golden eyes again. "Nope, I just didn't want to go. Those meetings bore me to death."Â
Eris's laughter rivaled yours and after losing yourself to the sound for a few seconds, you regained composure and found yourself saying to him "So if the meeting ended a few hours ago, what are you still doing here?"Â
The male stared at you for a few seconds and you noticed his smile weakened a little at your question but he was quick to hide it before answering you "Maybe I wanted to see you before I left."Â
"You mean you want to avoid Beron."Â
Shock crossed the male's features, and when he opened his mouth to respond, you were quick to raise a hand towards him and stop him. "I'm an empath. Reading people is kinda my thing, remember?"Â
"Right, sometimes I forget that," he picked up his glass again and turned it around a few times in his hand and this time he kept his eyes on the drink as he asked, "so, does that mean you've read me before?" "Â
"Yes."Â
"And what did you read?"
"That this whole act of you being a bad, terrible and heartless male is just that. An act."Â
His eyes finally meet yours, and you proceed. "That you care. That you love your mother and Lucien more than you let on. And that you love your court and can't wait to get it out of Beron's claws."Â
"Hm," Eris leaned against the counter, and with a look of indifference on his face, he told you, "That's...accurate."Â
A smile returned to your lips. Your skills never failed you, at least not when it came to reading people.
"Do you want to know what else I read?"Â
Eris gestured with his hand for you to continue, coming closer to the edge of your chair, you leaned slightly towards him before telling him "That you, Eris Vanserra," you placed a finger on his chest "you will be a better High Lord than that terrible male ever was."Â
Eris swallowed the lump in his throat as you picked up your glass again and raised it towards him, making the Heir follow your movement.
With a clink of glasses, you both drained your drinks, and a mischievous smile returned to your lips. "So, are you spending your night here?"
Eris laughed, and as he placed some money on the counter for the night's drinks, he matched your smile, and with amusement in his voice, he asked you, "Why? Is that an invitation?"Â
You added the same tone of amusement to your voice when you answered, "Maybe."Â
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You thanked the Mother that your aunt was working the night shift at the clinic and would only return in the morning. Otherwise, this would be embarrassing - for her, at least.Â
You walked up the stairs towards your bedroom with the male behind you.Â
Upon entering your bedroom, Eris looked around, noticing that it was small but cozy.
A bed was placed in the corner with a wide window behind it, a bookshelf full of books on healing and romance novels was at the foot of the bed with an puff in front of it against the wall.
Some paintings decorated the walls, several faelights lit up the small bedroom, and a desk was on the wall opposite the bed with a mirror on its side.Â
What also didn't go unnoticed by Eris was the pile of parchments you had on your desk.
"What's all this?" He asked as he pointed to it.
Your eyes followed his finger, and you noticed that the pile was now higher than yesterday - 'Madja must have added the ones that arrived this morning', you thought.Â
They were letters from your friends. The ones they've been sending since you left Illyria and have been avoiding them.
Every day, new letters arrive. Letters that you didn't even bother opening, let alone reading, so you collected them on top of your desk. Why? You still didn't know.
There was a morning when a letter signed by Azriel was on the carpet at the entrance of your house - that one went right to the fireplace. Â
With a shrug, you simply said "Trash" and picked them all up and placed them in the trash can before leaning against your desk while Eris sat on your bed.Â
"You look different." The male's voice filled the bedroom.
"What do you mean?"
It was Eris's turn to shrug before continuing, "You seem more...free."Â
You chuckled, and as you ran a hand down your dress, you said, "I feel like that."Â
There was a moment of silence, and you watched the Heir as he looked at one of the paintings next to your bed.
Your eyes fell on his body again, and with a thought coming to your mind, a feline look and smile took over your face.Â
Noticing the way you were looking at him, Eris leaned on his forearms and shot you a bold smile. "What is that little head of yours thinking about?"
You laughed at his words, and as you approached him, you rested your hands on his thighs. "I have a question."
His smile grew even wider, and one of his eyebrows rose, and you took that gesture as your cue to continue.
Your hands moved to his chest as you straddled his hips, "I want to know if what everyone says is true."
He placed his hands on your thighs and, in a whisper, asked, "What is true?"Â
You leaned into his chest and as you brushed aside his hair with your hand, your lips hovered over his ear "That the Autumn males have fire in their veins and they also fuck like it."Â
Eris's body tensed beneath yours at your words, turning his smile into mischief, and the smell of arousal began to fill the small bedroom.Â
"It's true." Eris straightened up, taking you with him and pushed your hair behind your shoulders.
You intertwined your fingers in his fiery hair, and still in a low voice, you said, "I'm afraid I'm going to need proof," earning a few chuckles from him.
With a kiss on his neck and then another on his shoulder, you whispered, "Why don't you show me?"
Eris giggled, and with his hands now on your waist, he murmured, "As you wish, my Lady." Before connecting his lips with yours.Â
And so he did.Â
-Â
Several knocks on the front door woke you up the next morning.Â
You let out several curse words as you went down the stairs only in underwear while you tried to button the white shirt that you stole from the male who was still sleeping in your bed.Â
You only had time to button the last three buttons of the shirt before you reached the door and turned the handle to open it.
"Oh, for God's sake," you ran a hand over your face before crossing your arms and leaning against the door. "What are you doing here?"Â
The High Lord of the Night Court was at your doorstep dressed in his usual black suit with his hands in his pockets.
"Good morning to you too." Rhys said with a look of indifference at your choice of clothing to open the door.Â
 "What are you doing here?" You asked the question again.Â
"You missed yesterday's meeting, and as you haven't answered any of our letters, I decided that perhaps it would be better to pay you a personal visit." He finished with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.Â
You ran a hand through your hair again before giving him an irritated look. "And you decided to come..." You stretched back to see the clock on the living room table "at seven in the morning?"Â
"I went to the clinic, and you weren't there."
"Today is my day off."Â
He cleared his throat, ignoring the fact that your bra was showing, "Why didn't you go yesterday?"
"I've been busy." It was your only answer.
Rhys was about to speak again when someone's footsteps coming down the stairs reached both your ears.Â
"Do you have guests?"Â
"She does. And he's really annoyed that you made her get out of bed at this hour." Eris said as he stood right behind you in just his boxers.Â
One of his hands went to your shoulder and the other to the door. âGood morning, Rhysand.â He said with a smile.
"Eris." Rhysand replied with an expression of indifference, but you knew that deep down, he was surprised to see him with you.
Silence hung in the air as the two males looked at each other and you looked between them. Â
The High Lord broke the silence without taking his eyes of the Autumn Heir. "What is he doing here?"
With a shrug and an air of amusement, you replied, "Eris wanted to see Velaris."Â Â
A laugh sounded behind you, and you joined him, and when you noticed the frustrated look of the male in front of you, you couldn't help but ask, "You don't like the view?"
"I can't say I do."Â Rhysand answered with his eyes now meeting yours.
"Well, that's a shame. Maybe next time, think about letting me know you're coming before you show up at my door at seven in the morning." And with a fake smile dancing on your lips, you closed the door in his face.Â
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Madja continued to look at you from moment to moment, trying to understand you as she has been doing in the last few days without success.
You were working at the counter, updating patient charts, and you seemed so normal. It seemed like everything was fine.
But Madja knew it was just an illusion.
The atmosphere between you was now stranger after her shift ended early, and she found you with a male on the living room couch a few days ago. Not just a male but the Heir of Autumn.
You laughed at the situation while she didn't think it was that funny. In fact, she thought it was shocking, considering this had never happened before.Â
Her worry grew with each passing day.Â
It was only when a letter from Rhysand arrived at the clinic that morning informing that you were to appear at the Townhouse for a meeting in the afternoon that the old female's heart relaxed for a moment.Â
The High Lord also took the time to explain in the letter that if you didn't show up this time, he himself would pick you up and carry you on his shoulder if necessary as this meeting was not optional.Â
When you finished reading, you huffed and muttered a small "I'd like to see you try" before crumpling up the piece of parchment and throwing it in the trash can.Â
You kept yourself busy at the clinic, and when the time for the meeting approached, you didn't bother finishing your work and going.
You simply continued doing your job and about twenty minutes later, when you returned to the counter, your eyes met violet ones.Â
The High Lord was now in front of you and with your biggest smile of innocence, you asked him "Are you here for an appointment? Or maybe you came to pick up some medicine?"Â Â
Rhysand faked a smile at your sarcastic comment - apparently you made a lot of those now.Â
"Where is your red-haired lover?"Â
You looked down, and started looking in your pants pockets and when you finished, you met his violet eyes again before saying "Not in here."Â
The male sighed loudly and in a deep but calm voice said to you "The meeting started twenty minutes ago."
"I know," you said without ever breaking eye contact.
"And can you explain to me why I had to come here?"
With a hand gesturing around the waiting room where multiple patients were, you replied "As you can see I've been very busy. A lot of people don't have the choice to spend the day sitting around doing nothing." You finished by resting your head on your hands, which were on top of the counter.Â
Rhys furrowed his eyebrows. Since when did you talk to someone like that?
At his confused look, you let out a dry laugh and, continued "I have no interest in going to the meeting, so I'm sorry you wasted your time in coming here, Rhysand."Â Â
"Rhysand?" He asked dumbfounded as he saw you walk away from the counter and grab the next patient's chart before making your way to where a old female was seated.
He wasted no time in following you "Since when do you call me by my full name?"Â
You were quick to mutter "Since you came here to be a pain in my ass" in response.Â
And this was enough of a reality check to make the male stop in his tracks. Rhys had received a letter from your aunt a few days ago informing him that you were different but he discard it since the events of that night were still recent.Â
But now that he allowed himself to really look at you - he saw all the signs. Not only in the way you were acting but also in your clothes.
You were always a warm and happy person and you reflected that in the clothes you wore with light and vivid colors.Â
Normally you always wore dresses or a skirt with a top as the days at the clinic required you to walk from one side to the other and that way you were more comfortable as you had explained once when Cassian commented that you always looked like a princess.Â
But now? Now it seemed like the princess had been replaced by an evil queen.
Leather pants covered your legs while a black strappy top was on your torso tucked into your pants and held up by a belt with silver details around your waist.
Black high heels, eyeliner on your eyes and red lipstick on your lips completed the outfit.
You looked like a completely different person.Â
'What the hell happened?' The question echoed through his mind before Rhys gently grabbed your arm and turned you around.
He decided at that moment that this could (and would) be talked about later, the important thing now was getting you to the meeting.Â
"Y/N, we have a meeting to attend. Let's go."
"I already told you that-"
Before you could finish, Rhys took the patient chart from your hands and handed it to a dark-haired healer that was passing by before crouching down and lifting you onto his shoulder with one hand still gripping your arm while the other reached around your legs to hold you.Â
"Rhysand! Are you kidding me?" You said and started swearing as you hit his back with your free hand.
On your way out, both of you passed by Madja and Rhys assured her that he would bring you back home in a few hours.
The old healer felt more at ease knowing that you would be safe with your friends and despite the worry that filled her heart, she couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the sight of you on the High Lord's shoulder.Â
Maybe this was exactly what you needed - a night out with your friends.
Hope replaced some of the worry that she had been carrying these last few days, that after tonight, you would come back happier.
You would come back as the Y/N she knew.
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"Seriously, Rhysand? Are you going to carry me like this the whole way?" You asked with annoyance in your voice.
"Yes." A hint of embarrassment crossed the male's face at the use of his full name.Â
Several curses were muttered in a low voice as the eyes of the citizens of Velaris focused on you and the male who carried you, one of your arms still trapped in his hand.Â
Some citizens looked curious while others laughed, but they all whispered about the reason for such a view.Â
"Rhysand, people are looking." You mumble with a pat on his back.
"I know," were his words as he sent smiles and slight waves in the direction of his citizens, as if this were some kind of show - one he was enjoying too much for your taste.
Using his daemati powers, Rhysand sent a message to his family - a message warning them to prepare themselves.
-Â
"Well, this is a new view." You heard Cassian's voice when you and Rhys finally entered the Townhouse's living room.
Rhys stopped in front of the couches where his family sat, some of them with drinks in their hands, "Sorry it took so long. I had to walk."Â
A tap on Rhys' back sounded through the room followed by a small murmur of "Prick" coming from you.Â
"Hey" Rhys tried to scold you at the same time you said "Does my ass look good from back there?"
Rhys sighed loudly, earning a few chuckles from the people in front of him.
They had been talking about Rhys's warning before you arrived but they couldn't deny that your actions were funny despite the situation.Â
"Was this really necessary, Rhys?" Feyre asked with a small smile gracing her lips.
"Believe me, it was." Rhys began to gently place you on the ground before rising to his full height again and placing his hands in his pockets.Â
You turned to face the rest of your friends and managed to catch the surprise that crossed their eyes when they saw you in your new outfit.
"Hello." You greeted them with a slight nod.Â
"You're late, girl. Did you lose track of time?" Amren asked you while drinking from her glass of wine.
"No, I just didn't want to come." Was your response before grabbing the glass of whiskey that Cassian was passing to Rhys and sitting on the couch between Nesta and Elain.Â
Nesta turned towards you and said softly, "I've been trying to talk to you these last few days."Â
"I've been busy." You said without looking her in the eye.
Nesta furrowed her eyebrows at your behavior.Â
She had received Rhys's warning just like the others but she really thought things would be different with her.
That even though you were different with the others, you wouldn't be with her and that she would be the person to go through you, just like you did for her a year ago.Â
When you saw Nesta opening her mouth with the intention of speaking again, you were quick to cut her off "So are we going to start this meeting or not? Since I was dragged here like a sack of potatoes." You mumbled the last part.
The High Lord cleared his throat before beginning "I had a meeting with Eris the other day. Apparently Beron allied himself with the human queen Briallyn who in turn allied herself with Koschei."Â
"We need to know Beron's plans are with this new alliance and that's exactly what Eris is doing. I'm going to meet with him again in two days and that's where you come in, Y/N."
At the mention of your name, you looked at the male who was already looking at you. With a raise of your eyebrows, he continued "I need you to come with me to the meeting and read Eris. I need to know if he is being honest or not."Â
You chuckled "Why would he lie?"Â
"He has lied before." Azriel spoke for the first time since your arrival.
You looked at him with a cold look, and everyone else could have sworn that the temperature in the room dropped when your colorless eyes met his.
"So have you." You didn't hesitate to respond. You saw him flinch and stared at each other for a few more seconds before he looked away and you continued "So has everyone else in this room. Except Elain of course. Perfect, sweet and innocent Elain would never do that."Â Â
You looked at the female with a fake smile and it was at that moment that you realized what was in front of you.
Azriel and Elain sitting on different sofas far from each other without any kind of physical or visual contact.
As you exchanged glances between the two, a smile began to form on your lips at the realization.Â
Lifting a finger you gestured between the two of them before trying to express your curiosity "What's wrong with the love birds?"Â Â
When no one responded, it didn't take long for you to speak again. "Trouble in paradise? Oh, wait. I know. You finally remembered Lucien."Â You finished with a laugh.Â
You saw Azriel's jaw throbbing in frustration and as you were really enjoying this new view, you decided to continue.
You moved closer to Elain and placed your arm around her shoulders before telling her loud enough for everyone to hear, "In my opinion, you should choose Lucien. You know that rumor that Autumn males have fire in their veins and also fuck like it?"Â Â
You heard Rhysand swear in the background, giving you a new smile and encouraging you to continue. "Well, it's true. Eris proved that to me the other night."Â You finished with a wink in her direction.Â
"Y/N." Rhysand called you out with his High Lord voice.Â
"What? It's the truth," you laughed and started to get up to leave.
Upon seeing you get up, Feyre was quick to gently grab your wrist and turn you towards her, she held your hand with both of her hands and said calmly "Did you receive our letters?"
You looked at your joined hands before answering her "I did."
With a slight nod, she asked again "Did you read them?"Â
You looked at her and when you saw your friend's face, you let your guard down for a second and tried to read her emotions instinctively.
But then a movement in the corner of your eye caught your attention.Â
Azriel was filling his glass and in sight of the male, you remembered why you did what you did to protect yourself.
For that same reason, you moved away from her touch and with a cold voice you gave her the answer she didn't want to hear.
"No. In fact, I throw them away. With the exception of your letter, Azriel," you turned to the male who froze in his place with your voice addressing him, "I burned yours."Â
And with that you started to make your way to the front door with Rhysand behind you to take you home, just like he had told your aunt, leaving your friends shocked without knowing what to say about this new version of you.Â
Cassian followed you to the door and stopped you before you could open it. "You never came back to the House of Wind."
Upon meeting the General's eyes, after your interaction with Feyre, you realized for the first time that where affection and love for your friends used to be was now empty.Â
"I moved out. I'm living with my aunt again." A shrug accompanied your response.Â
"Why?" He asked you.Â
The truth is that you felt embarrassed.Â
Embarrassed about that night.
Embarrassed that you cried in front of your aunt and your friends.
Embarrassed that you fell in love with a male who had no interest in you.
Embarrassed that you let a male make you feel this way, that you gave him so much power over your emotions.
Embarrassed by how weak you felt.Â
But not anymore.
Now you feel nothing.
And that's exactly how you wanted it.Â
You didn't bother to answer him before turning your back on him and disappearing into the darkness of the night with Rhys by your side.
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The office door opened softly letting the light of the faelights fill the hallway.Â
Feyre slipped inside before spotting her mate standing in front of the desk with a book that by the looks of it must be very old as he inspected the pages.
"What is that?" Feyre's voice echoed through the silent office, making her mate's violet eyes meet her light blue ones.
"It's a book about rare powers, it has several chapters about empaths. I borrowed it from Helion after Y/N came to the house." He explained with his eyes returning to the yellow pages.
Feyre laughed lightly as she recalled how her friend had arrived at the residence. "You mean when you had to carry her here?"
Rhys tried to laugh but a weak smile was all he could muster. The small gesture did not go unnoticed by the High Lady, nor did the concern on the male's face.
"You're worried about her, aren't you?"
With a long sigh, Rhys stood up to his full height and faced his wife, "Very. Something happened to her and we don't know what," as he crossed his arms over his chest, he leaned against the wall before continuing "She's different. She's insensitive and arrogant. That's not our Y/N."
The last sentence made Feyre's heart tighten a little - she felt it too. They all did and they all missed their friend.Â
"Did you notice the way she looked at Azriel?" Feyre asked, when she saw how you looked at the male, she thanked to the Mother that she wasn't the one on the receiving end of it "It was like she never felt anything for him, like she hated him. It was scary actually."
Rhys's eyes widened as the realization made its way through his mind. "Like she didn't feel..." he muttered softly and approached the book again.
Confused, the female approached the desk trying to figure out what Rhys had just realized, as he started flipping through the pages faster and faster.
Feyre was surprised the pages didn't tear considering how old they were and how quickly they were being flipped through.Â
"Rhys?"Â
The High Lord stopped at a page and after reading it and rereading it several times, Feyre heard his heart starting to race.
Very slowly, Rhys raised his head to meet his mate's eyes and with a low voice he finally revealed the reason for his reaction. "She turned them off."
"What?"Â
His heart started to beat even faster "Her emotions. She turned them off," Rhys ran a hand through his hair making it even more uneven, "Y/N turned off her emotions."
Shock began to course through the High Lady's body and she didn't hide it when she was invaded by it. "Is that possible?"
At her question, Rhys turned the book towards her and let her read the information he was still trying to process. Everything started to make sense.
"The way she talks, her clothes and the fact that she doesn't care about anything...all of this because-"
"Because she doesn't feel anything." Rhys finished for her.
As he opened his mouth to speak again, several knocks on the wooden office door interrupted him.
Clearing his voice, Rhys gave the order for the person behind the door to enter.Â
It was quite late, with most of their family having gone to their respective rooms a few hours ago, but the couple couldn't hide their surprise when the person knocking on the door turned out to be Nuala.
"Nuala? Is everything okay?" Feyre asked.
The half-wraith stepped forward and without revealing anything in her features, she replied "I'm not sure, High Lady. I came to inform you that Lady Madja is in the living room and has asked to speak to the Inner Circle immediately."
Even more confused than before, they both questioned why would Madja be here in the middle of the night.
Nuala continued "Lady Madja said it was urgent. It's about Y/N."
At the mention of your name, two sets of chills went down the couple's spines and Rhys was quick to give Nuala a new order "Wake everyone up."Â
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The Inner Circle met in the living room with Madja among them.
Rhys proceeded to explain what he had discovered about you just moments ago.
The book now sat on the old healer's lap as she reread what her niece had done with tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
Madja knew something was wrong with you but she would never have guessed that this was the reason behind it.Â
"So, she doesn't feel anything?" Nesta asked.Â
If this matter had been about anyone else, she wouldn't have bothered to show her sadness but you weren't anyone else. You were her best friend. Her sister.
"Yes." Feyre said with a lump in her throat.
The room fell silent as everyone tried to process this new information.Â
In the corner of the sofa, Cassian blamed himself for not having noticed sooner and not having done anything to help; Elain kept looking around the room with the feeling she was being judged and Azriel was rethinking all the signs you had given him that he hadn't noticed.
"It's no one's fault," Rhys' voice caught their attention but his attention was only on Cassian, "We had no way of knowing this. Without that book we wouldn't even know this was possible."
The General hadn't even realized that his shields were down but his brother's words brought him comfort.Â
"What do we do?" Mor spoke for the first time since entering the room "How do we get her back?"
Hurt flashed across Rhys's face and before he could respond, Madja did it for him. "We can't," all eyes turned to her and for the first time since they had known the healer, they saw her cry.
"Y/N is the only one who can turn her emotions back on. It's up to her and only her," with new tears falling down her cheeks she concluded, "There's nothing we can do."Â
Feyre placed a hand on the old female's shoulder. "I'm so sorry Madja."Â
Madja let out a long sigh and before she could hesitate any further she said "That's not all. There's a reason I came here tonight."
"What do you mean?" Cassian asked.
"Y/N's personality isn't the only thing that has changed."
The room became tense and several breaths were held.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Amren asked and if Madja knew her better, she would have sworn she had just heard a hint of fear in Amren's voice.
"I've been trying to figure out why for several days but this..." she pointed to the book, "this explains everything."
With all eyes focused on her, the old healer begin to explain "A few days ago I put Y/N to treat a boy's knee. She grabbed one of his leg and when she put it down there was a bruise in the same place her hand was. Y/N assumed she just hadn't seen the bruise before but that was because the boy didn't have any. I was the one who sat that boy in the chair and the only thing he had was the wound on his knee and nothing else. I would have noticed the bruise if he had it."Â
"What are you trying to say, Madja?" Rhys asked, he could feel that with every word the old female spoke, everyone became more nervous.Â
"After the boy," Madja continued, "she attended to a male who had ingested a poisonous plant by mistake. When she used her magic to heal him, he started spitting blood from his mouth and became very pale. Y/N thought that the poison was stronger than she thought but when I came to help the male...I managed to cure him without any problems."Â
"Madja, what are-" Nesta tried to ask.
"I think...," Madja ran a hand through her black hair, "I think when Y/N turned off her emotions, I think it affected her powers too. When I saw her trying to heal that male, her powers weren't emitted by a white light like all healers."Â
Mor's voice shook as she asked "What was it?"
Madja stared at the blonde female before telling her "Darkness."Â Â Â
Several curse words passed through the room, increasing the tension that was already in the air.
"I think Y/N gave the boy that bruise and I think when she tried to take the poison out of the male...I think she ended up spreading it."Â
"Over the next few days, each time Y/N used her powers to heal the patients...they all got worse. Eventually, I had to put her to work behind the counter so she couldn't hurt anyone else."
This new revelation of your powers only made a bad situation even worse and much, much more dangerous.
It is already quite dangerous for a person not to be able to feel anything as this means that they cannot distinguish right from wrong just as they cannot understand when to stop but to have their powers changed?
Amren set down her glass of wine before speaking "If you think about it it makes sense," she began drawing all the attention to her "When Y/N turned off her emotions, she turned off everything that was a part of her, including her own person."Â Â
"What does this mean?" Nesta asked with fear on her face not only for what this could mean but also for you.Â
Azriel was the first to realize with Amren's words being the last piece of the puzzle he needed "Mother help us. Madja, you're not trying to say that Y/N is now a..."
The male couldn't find the strength to finish his sentence but it wasn't long before Cassian continued where he left.
"A what?" He asked, eyes bouncing between his brother and the healer. "She's a what?"Â
With a long sigh, Madja said "Y/N is no longer a healer."
No one was prepared for Madja's next words. They didn't know what to expect when she came to their house in the middle of the night but they never would have thought of this turn of events.
They would never have guessed that their friend's pain was so deep that it would cause this to happen.Â
"Y/N is a necromancer."Â
A/n: Thank you for reading!
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an: and we've reached the final part of the series! i hope you guys have enjoyed this as much as i have, it was very fun to write and i can't wait to write something soon :) remember my requests are always open!!
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spain, i'll miss you đĽ˛
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usertwo: is that franco? đ
userthree: it's probably oscar or logan
oscarpiastri: i have an idea, i pay you to stay in spain for the rest of your life and you never come to the track again
logansargeant: i need her there, you're not a reliable source of gossip
ynpiastri: if you don't invite me, i have other ways of being there
userfour: franco? đ
userfive: your honour i love them
lilyznimer: can't wait to see you again
ynpiastri: @/oscarpiastri HA SHE LOVES ME MORE THAN YOU đšđŤľđšđŤľ
usersix: yn, we're all here for franco confirmation. give it to us.
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back to work, i hate this country đ§ď¸
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alex_albon: next time take me to spain too
francolapinto: yes boss
userone: no yn confirmation âšď¸âšď¸
williamsracing: franco...
francolapinto: no amount of media training will make me lie about this country
usertwo: where's yn?
userthree: we want to see FRANYN!
userfour: she's in his likes. im connecting dots.
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me when i remember that i actually have a big girl job and living off of oscar's money in his spare room isn't actually what i do with my life.
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ynpiastri: SHE has a masters in engineering design and technology đ
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ynpiastri: no đ
userfour: still no franco
userfive: girl they both have full time jobs
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ynpiastri: i don't think i asked for your opinion, hope that helps lo! đ
interview with franco colapinto
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supporting my favourite mclaren driver (not oscar)
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the only women in my life btw (not that anyone asked)
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would rather date traffic cone (holiday dump coming soon x)
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offseason 2024
The golden Argentinan sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, amber glow across the quiet, coastal villa. His family home sat nestled on the edge of a cliff, overlooking the endless blue stretch of sea. The scent of saltwater drifted in on the breeze, mingling with the fragrant citrus trees that lined the garden.
You and Franco sat on a cushioned wicker sofa in the sunroom, the wide-open windows framing the breathtaking view. The room had a rustic charmâwhitewashed walls, terracotta tiles, and soft, earth-toned furniture. His arm was draped lazily around your shoulders, pulling you close as you both idly scrolled through your phones, the sounds of crashing waves and distant seagulls filling the peaceful silence.
But neither of you were really focused on the phones. The fan speculations and social media drama had become a background humâamusing, but distant. For months now, youâd both kept this secret relationship hidden, playing the game of cat-and-mouse with the public, teasing and trolling them into thinking you were still enemies.
âDo they really still think I hate you?â you muttered, your lips curving into an incredulous smile as you glanced at a fan comment. âIâve done too good a job convincing them.â
He chuckled, his voice low and smooth as he leaned in closer to peek at your screen. âWell, you have been pretty savage online. You didnât hold back with that last post, hermosa.â
Your eyes flicked up to meet his, playful. âSays the guy who told the press Iâd have to beg for a date. I never forgot that one.â
He grinned down at you, his light brown eyes twinkling with amusement. âI mean, to be fair, you did tweet that you wouldnât date me if I were the last man on earth.â
You rolled your eyes, nudging him with your elbow. âTouchĂŠ.â
His laughter faded, replaced by a softer, more thoughtful expression. His fingers tracing slow, absent-minded circles on your arm, and his gaze shifts from the ocean outside back to you. The silence stretched out between you for a moment, and you could feel the weight of whatâs unspoken.
âWe canât keep this up forever, you know,â he finally said, his voice quieter now, more serious.
You paused for a second, his words catching you off guard. Youâd grown so used to the secrecy, to sneaking around and playing up the rivalry for the fans. It had become a game, but now, here in the warmth of his familyâs sunroom, with the sea breeze gently ruffling your hair, the reality of your relationship felt different. Realer. More solid.
You sat up a little straighter, turning to face him fully. âWhat are you saying?â
He met your eyes, his lips curling into a small, meaningful smile. âMaybe itâs time we tell everyone. Stop pretending.â
Your heart skipped a beat. The thought of going public, of finally letting the world see whatâs been building between you, sent a thrill through you. But it was also terrifying. What would people say? How would the fans react? Youâve been holding onto this secret for so long, the thought of exposing it felt almost... vulnerable.
Still, as you sat there with him, in this secluded little bubble away from the world, the idea didn't seem so scary anymore. It felt exciting. Liberating.
A slow, playful grin spread across your face. âIf weâre going to do this, we have to do it in the most ridiculous, out-of-pocket way possible.â
He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. âLike what?â
You leaned back against the sofa, the sunlight warming your skin as the wheels in your head begin to turn. âSomething so cheesy and over-the-top that people wonât even know if weâre serious or still trolling them.â
His lips quirked into a smirk, rubbing his chin as if considering it. âWhat, like one of those cringey TikTok couple challenges?â
You nodded eagerly. âExactly. The kind of stuff that makes people cringe, but they canât look away.â
He let out a low chuckle, clearly warming up to the idea. âYou mean the ones where people do those obnoxiously cute couple things, like finishing each otherâs sentences?â
You grin. âExactly. Go so hard that no one can tell if weâre serious.â
He leans forward, grabbing his phone from the coffee table. âI like it. Letâs do it.â
You blink, a little surprised at how quickly heâs jumping on board. âWait, right now?â
He shrugs, that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. âWhy not? Weâve kept this quiet long enough. Letâs have some fun.â
Your pulse quickened with a mixture of excitement and nerves as you both adjusted your positions on the sofa, sitting up a little straighter, leaning in close to each other. His arm slid around your waist, pulling you just a little closer, and you could feel the warmth of his body against yours. The soft hum of the waves and the distant calls of seagulls faded into the background as the moment intensified.
âAlright,â you said, barely keeping a straight face, âletâs do this.â
He raised his phone, the camera pointed at both of you, and the screen lights up, casting a soft glow on your faces. âFirst question,â you began, doing your best over-the-top rom-com voice. âWho said âI love youâ first?â
He smirked, nudging you playfully. âEasy. You did.â
You gasped dramatically, placing a hand over your heart. âI did not! That was totally you.â
The playful banter flowed easily, the chemistry between you undeniable. The air between you crackled with tension, but the laughter kept things light. Each question grows sillier than the last, your teasing jabs masking the real emotions simmering beneath the surface.
As the game continued, the joking faded. The answers become more meaningful, more intimate. He reached out and takes your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, and the teasing spark in his eyes shifted into something softer.
Then, as if the playful mood couldnât hold any longer, he lowered his phone and set it down on the coffee table, turning to face you fully. His gaze was intense, his eyes locking with yours in the fading sunlight. âMaybe we should stop messing around and just... tell them.â
Your breath caught in your throat. âFor real?â
He nodded, his voice a little quieter, a little rougher. âYeah. Iâm tired of hiding. I want people to know.â
You hesitated for a second, the weight of the official decision settling in. But then, a surge of boldness rose within you. âOkay. Letâs do it. But firstââ You held up your phone, turning off notifications before tossing it onto the sofa. âI donât want to deal with the chaos immediately.â
He chuckled, grabbing his phone, posting the video and then,following your lead and shutting off his phone. âSmart. Weâll get spammed for sure.â
Once the phones were off and forgotten, you exchanged a glance, and then both of you dissolved into laughter, the weight of secrecy lifting off your shoulders. The relief, the excitementâit was overwhelming in the best way.
As the laughter died down, the air between you shifted slightly, becoming heavier, charged with something far more intense than before. His eyes darkened as they traced the curve of your lips, and your breath hitches, feeling the pull between you like a magnetic force. Neither of you speak for a long moment, the silence thick with unspoken desire.
Without warning, he leaned in, his hand sliding up to cup the side of your face, his thumb brushing tenderly along your cheek. The touch sent a shiver down your spine, and your heart pounded in your chest, anticipation crackling in the air around you. He was so close now that you could feel the heat radiating off his skin, the scent of his cologne mixing with the salty sea air.
Your pulse quickened as his gaze locked with yours, and for a second, time seemed to stop. Then, he closed the gap, capturing your lips in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, yet filled with an undeniable hunger. His lips were soft but firm, moving against yours with a heat that left you breathless.
You responded immediately, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as you pulled him closer, needing more. His kiss deepened, and the intensity built. The taste of him is intoxicating, like you had both been waiting for this moment for far too long. His other hand snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, and you could feel the strength of his body against yours.
The kiss grew more urgent, your bodies pressed together as if the space between you was unbearable. His fingers threaded through your hair, holding you in place as he kissed you harder, deeper, like he couldn't get enough. You lost yourself in the sensationâthe way his lips devoured yours, the heat of his breath mingling with yours, the low, barely audible groan that escaped from deep in his chest.
As you kissed him back with equal fervor, your entire body tingled, your senses overwhelmed by himâthe way his hands gripped your waist, the way his lips tease and explore yours.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, both of you were panting, your hearts racing in sync. His eyes, dark and full of desire, met yours, and a slow, satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
âGuess I can do that more often now,â he murmured, his voice husky and low.
You smiled back, your lips still tingling from the kiss. âWith my brother in that same paddock? Not a chance?â
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green thumb
synopsis: high school gf loves her veggie garden and so does charlie. rafe is clueless and lacks a green thumb, but does his best to be supportive.
The warm sun shone through the windows of the Cameron house, itâs rays casting a golden hue across the spacious living room that currently housed half of the aforementioned Cameron family. The tall frame of Rafe Cameron lay horizontal on the plush couch, his arms wrapped protectively around the small baby atop chest. His sweet little girl had only been born a few months ago, but she was already growing too fast for his liking. Each day was so precious to Rafe, knowing Emmy would never be this small again, so he cherished the mundane moments like this one, letting her use his chest as a mattress for as long as she wished. He basked in the rise and fall of her chest, the little grunts she let out as her dreams took place.
Rafe had been on the couch for an hour or so, letting his wife spend time with Charlie. The young boy loved his sister, but becoming a big brother was challenging. He was no longer the main focus of his parents and growing used to sharing the attention had been troubling for the boy. He would pout when his mother left his side to feed his sister, clinging tearily to her sleeve. It broke both Rafe and his wife's heart, and the pair knew they needed to do something to make Charlie know he was still just as important as before. That was when they noticed how much the little boy loved his mother's veggie garden. He was always trying to follow his mother outside, eager to play in the soil and spend time with his favourite person.
Each morning, the young mother would climb out of bed silently, her footsteps softly padding across the carpet in an attempt to not disturb the sleeping baby in the room. A soft kiss to her daughter's forehead before she disappeared outside to her veggie garden. At Tannyhill, the girl had grown a few herbs - chives, rosemary, thyme - that sort of thing. Rafe had never really noticed until one day he caught her sneaking out, and thinking the worst he followed her. He had frozen when instead of seeing her leaving the property or meeting another man, she had crouched down in front of the old neglected herb garden. Rose had tried to grow some herbs at one point before giving up on her faux housewife act, and Rafe had never really paid attention to what remained. His curiosity peaked as he watched his girlfriend gently water the soil and pat it in place, humming quietly to herself. Content with knowing her whereabouts, Rafe quietly stalked back indoors, tucking the knowledge away in his mind.
When the family moved to their new home, he decided to surprise his now-wife with a special section in the backyard just for her. He'd spent a few hours one morning while she was in town building planter boxes, filling them with soil and setting up a hose nearby. Rafe was so excited to surprise her once she returned home, covering her eyes with his hands as he led her out to the yard. Little Charlie sat on her hip despite her pregnant belly, his hands clinging to his mother.
"Hey-hey! No peeking! Don't you dare," Rafe muttered as she tried to move her head away.
"Just tell me, please?" She begged, growing impatient. It didn't help that Rafe's guiding skills left a lot to be desired.
"Just know that you're gonna like it, 'kay?"
When his hands dropped away from her eyes, she gasped softly. The perfect little garden set-up stood in front of her, all ready to go. Eyes wide, she turned to Rafe.
"Wha- how, I- how did you know?" She questioned incredulously. No-one had ever done anything like this for her. Rafe grinned down at her as his arm wrapped around her shoulders, tugging her into his frame.
"I have my ways," he drawled cheekily, "I did good, huh?"
He watched as she nodded, turning to Charlie, "Should we go have a look?" The little boy nodded and Rafe stood on proudly as his wife and son went to investigate the new garden.
Rafe noticed Emmy stirring, the girl beginning to grumble as her hunger grew. He knew she needed to be fed or soon, the whole neighbourhood would hear the girl's screams. As he slowly pandered out to the yard, his eyes fell upon his wife and the small blond boy crouched at her side. With a watering can in one hand, Charlie gently delivered water to the small carrot and tomato plots. He squealed in excitement as his mother praised him for his effort, gently patting the soil around the growing vegetables as she did the same. Rafe looked at the two proudly, wishing he didnât need to interrupt them, but alas, little Emmy began to whine loudly, catching the attention of her mother. She turned around quickly to see the small girl baby tucked securely in her fatherâs arms, and stood up.
âHungry?â
âDonât you know it,â Rafe grunted. He handed Emmy over to his wifeâs outstretched arms.
âSheâs just like you, never full,â she sighed, exasperated, before undoing the oversized button up of Rafeâs she wore.
The pair settled into a moment of comfortable silence as their daughter latched, her little hands reaching to cling to the shirt lapels. Calm spread but only for a moment.
âDaddy! Look! Strawberry!â Charlie shouted. Rafe stalked over to his son and crouched down to match his height. It was almost comical to see such a tall man make himself so small, especially when he couldnât control the expression of slight discomfort covering his face.
âWow bud, look at that⌠did you and your mama do that?â Rafe grinned as Charlie nodded, pleased with himself. Rafe had never fully been able to get into the groove of gardening, finding the waiting too painful to ever properly enjoy the art. But for his son, he would do anything - and so he played along. He would ask questions, get his son to show his new plants, praise his little sprouting vegetables and make sure his son knew he was proud of him. He wasnât above forgetting which seed plot was which, but he tried. For a few moments, silence blanketed the family as an engrossed Charlie continued to tend to him plants.
âMama and I have carrots too!â The boy exclaimed.
âOh yeah? When are we gonna eat them, little man? How much longer until theyâre ready?â Rafe asked, reaching his hand out to steady Charlie as he began to lean over the garden. Charlie looked up at his mother questioningly, the woman now seated on the bench nearby. She hummed softly as she thought for a moment,
âMaybe another month or two? We only planted them last week, C.â
The boy returned his gaze to Rafe, smiling at his father. Rafe looked down at his mini-me, sighing as he picked the boy up in his arms, standing and walking over to his wife. She had finished feeding Emmy now, and had the sweet little girl resting against her chest.
âGood thing we still have a grocery store nearby, huh?â Rafe chuckled, âNot gonâ starve.â
He grimaced at the sudden pinching sensation against his bicep, High School Gf sending a glare to him as she pulled her hand away. Shit.
âBut hey - once those carrots are ready, we should make a big salad. You know that one you like, bud? We can make it for dinner one night. Howâs that sound?â The momentary anxiety was evident in the way Rafe quickly spoke, desperately hoping to avoid a meltdown from the toddler. He was at an age where his sensitivity was high.
âPromise, daddy? And we have ice cream after?â
Both Rafe and High School Gf exhaled with relief. Crisis averted. Rafe nodded down at his son and when the boy extended out his pinky finger to affirm their promise, he grinned.
âPinky promise, C.â
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Levi's horrible flirtling skills part 9.
Masterlist link to all the previous parts.
Indecipherable groans echoed through the room, merging with the sound of the alarm. Reluctantly sitting up, still in uniform, the bed covers crumpled under the weight as the person rose. Â
Perhaps it was easier to abandon it after only an hour or two of sleep before having to get up again. A long night and a long day ahead. From the window, the light was already sneaking in subtly as the sun began to rise earlier. Pushing the door open, the bustling place was a harsh welcome so early. Â
âMorning...â The greeting was said without much emotion. Â
âMorning, Y/N!â one of the girls replied as she prepared breakfast in the small kitchen while another girl, a redhead, sat at the round dining table, which also served as a living room. Â
Each of them was getting ready for the day ahead. Y/N easily began to prepare herself something to eat, trying not to disturb the girl who was already using the kitchen, while the redhead curled her eyelashes while sipping tea. With a loud sigh, Y/N took a seat and had a simple toast. Â
âHow was yesterday?â the redhead asked. Â
âGood... all the babies were healthy.â Â
âI was talking about the date.â Â
âYeah, how did that go?â The other girl, with light brown hair and golden eyes, sat down too. Â
Y/N simply shrugged, putting on face cream as she passed down the tea. âGood, I guess...â she replied, almost disinterested, but as she slowly woke up, she got a cheeky grin. âHeâs taking me to the official party.â Â
The other two girls gasped excitedly as if they were the ones invited. âBut thatâs Saturday, right?â Â
âYeah.â Â
âBetter! You promised me weâd go to Edwardâs party on Friday,â the brunette added. Â
âDonât forget girlsâ night on Wednesday,â the redhead chimed in. âAnd we promised Charlie to help her choose something for the hospital event next week on Tuesday.â Â
âUgh, but I thought we were all going to the downtown party together. There will be happy hour for all the drinks!â The brunette pouted slightly. âBut I guess you and your all-mighty new guy have better plans than us.â Â
âI know, I know,â Y/N replied calmly. âIâm aware.âÂ
Y/N chuckled, biting her lower lip as the other two girls joked with each other. âSo? Thatâs all?â   Â
Y/N grimaced uneasily, softly humming, almost disinterested. âHe was very... nice and cute, well-behaved.â Â
âAre you describing humanityâs strongest or a dog?â Â
It made her snort with laughter. âMinnie!â she exclaimed, covering her mouth as she laughed. Â
âHeâs not that talkative,â she tried to justify. âOr... perhaps heâs shy, stoic...â she clicked her tongue. âI donât know.â Â
There was a soft hum of uncertainty filling the silence, but it was overpowered by one of the cats demanding food. âGoing, going,â one of the girls said as she got up and rushed to the cat's demands. Â
 âI just... hope that maybe around his friends, heâll get a bit more confident,â Y/N said, raising her hands in the air as if pushing her last hope onto the idea. Â
 âMaybe,â the brunette tried to support the idea, resting her head on her hand. âYou said heâs nice...â Â
 âHe is! Heâs very nice...â she said, as if it were a consolation prize, letting the words drag out as if the idea didnât fully satisfy her. âItâs just that I like my man with a bit more spice... a bit less vanilla.âÂ
âÂ
âUgh...â A loud groan followed as the suit, still on its hanger, was brought closer to the position it would have once worn, allowing him to admire his reflection in the mirror. âI donât even know why I agreed to this.âÂ
ââCause youâre desperate?â Hange spun around in the chair, messily eating a snack, which made Levi frown as crumbs dirtied his pristine floor. âThink about it... you could make it kinda official this way and make sure the MPs wonât be hitting on her.âÂ
âI donât think weâre quite there yet,â Levi replied, the idea of publicly declaring his relationship status not exactly appealing. âDonât you think itâs too soon to make it official?âÂ
Hange shrugged. âDo you want my honesty?âÂ
âYes, and I also want you to stop dropping crumbs on my floor.âÂ
The brunette took an extra messy bite before speaking. âI donât think she sees it that way...âÂ
The little excitement Levi felt was quickly fading, and after Hangeâs words, it simply ceased to exist. âCapital girls are taken to official military balls all the time... someone had to say it to you, shorty.âÂ
The squad leader probably thought of this as ripping off a band-aid.Â
âYeah,â Levi replied curtly, trying to hide his own disappointment. âDid you take a damn shower already? You stink.âÂ
Scoffing, Hange rose from their position, grabbed a bunch of crackers from the bowl to eat them all at once, and frowned deeply as they left. âI hope you get to empty your balls soon so maybe youâll stop being so constipated.âÂ
Levi swore he was ignoring his usual, right, self-preservation instincts when he agreed to bring her there. The suit felt odd on him; he hated the environment, the people, the situation, how he was handling it, and particularly the looks.Â
All those old greasy men who had lost touch with reality, their privilege, and their classism, were eyeing her. âSheâs looking fucking breathtaking, but for fuckâs sake, behave,â he thought.Â
Her tight little red dress, her shiny, innocent eyes, her sweet smile, her shoulders and neck on display as she had her hair upâLevi was sneaking little peeks each time he got a chance. He could hide those, but the types of stares that he could hardly hideâand had no intention of hidingâwere the ones he gave when he was just two steps away from her, and she was already being approached by another man.Â
âTheyâre like fucking flies,â Levi thought, clicking his tongue, two dishes in hand as he walked back to her side.Â
âItâs my first time at one of these events,â he began to pick up their conversation from afar.Â
âOh, thereâs always a first time for everything, sweetie,â Levi knew exactly who he wasâa high-ranking Garrison member from the west. âDid you come alone? Want me to get you something to eat?âÂ
âShe came with me,â Levi spat out before she could look around and point him out.Â
âCaptain, I heard you came, but I didnât believe it. Maybe we should insist on inviting you more often if youâre going to bring such pretty company all the time,â the dark-haired man said slowly, walking away as Leviâs gaze never wavered. Raising his cup in the air, he added, âMiss.âÂ
She timidly smiled back without saying much.Â
âIf I ever catch him outside the walls... Iâm pushing him over. His wife will thank me,â Levi thought.Â
Returning to her, he handed her what he had gotten from the buffet. âThank you. I think he was a bit tipsy,â she said, taking her dish.Â
Levi looked down at the dinner, which consisted mostly of little pieces heavily decorated. He grimaced.Â
âCanât they just give normal fucking food for once? With the money they wasted on this posh shit, we could have gotten food that actually fills you up,â he thought.Â
He took a small bite, but the whole piece could easily fit in his mouth, and the taste didnât appeal to him. âDo you want to get another drink?âÂ
Levi tried to swallow the bite he had taken before speaking. âI just had three glasses... maybe I donât want to look like an alcoholic. Isnât that what everyone thinks of soldiers? That all we do is get pissed drunk on citizensâ money?âÂ
âIâm fine,â he said, but seeing her disappointment, he quickly added, âI can go and get you one if you want.âÂ
âNo, itâs fine.âÂ
â... that didnât sound good. Fuck, what did I do wrong? I didnât want another, but should I have just said yes?âÂ
As the night went on, Levi began to regret his decision to attend. First, they were left completely alone as Hange and Erwin went to secure funds, and then she asked his worst nightmare.Â
âDo you want to dance?âÂ
âShit... I fucking adore you, but thereâs a limit...âÂ
âIâm not much of a dancer.âÂ
Later, they were catching some fresh air on one of the balconies, also taking in the gardens, when they encountered a group of men smoking. âDo you want to go to another balcony?â he asked, catching the scent of cigarettes.Â
The resigned look on her face as she forced a smile made him feel uneasy. âItâs fine, Iâm not made of glass.âÂ
â... maybe Iâm the one who needs a cig. What did I say this time? I was just trying to beââÂ
âSorry, youâre very nice,â she interrupted, running her hand through his arm and giving it a gentle squeeze. But the pleasant smile and condescending tone didnât match the words.Â
âMiss? The gentleman over there sent you this,â another staff member brought over the fifth drink sent her way.Â
âOh, thanks,â she said, accepting the glass. âYou sure you donât mind?âÂ
Shaking his head softly, Levi responded, âNo.âÂ
âIâve killed people in the underground for less... way less,â he thought.Â
Clenching his teeth and trying to take deep breaths, Levi thought, The last thing I need tonight is to get jealous over stupid drinks... I learned my lesson last time.Â
He noticed her rejecting those who asked her to dance, but Levi could see it all over her face.Â
Sheâs bored... sheâs so damn bored that she canât even hide it anymore.Â
Itâs like knowing youâre running out of gas and not being able to reach anywhere safe with the 3DMG... Damn it! It's not my fault, I didnât plan the party.Â
Maybe I should have taken her for a dance...Â
No, letâs be honest, I canât do that.Â
Leviâs mind was racing, seeing all his efforts crumble before his eyes without him being able to do anything. It didnât help that the one time Erwin dragged him over to talk to some donors, he saw her from afar, chatting with a friend from the MPs and having a blast. Laughing, drinking, whispering in each otherâs ears.Â
This is a damn test... and Iâm failing like the biggest idiot who hasnât touched a single book all semester.Â
The nobleman Erwin was trying to force Levi to listen to kept talking while Levi dissociated, trying not to pay attention. What the hell am I doing wrong? He tried to keep up the pretense until he saw it.Â
Her being approached by another person, who stopped by and began talking and talking.Â
No... no, over my dead body.Â
Nile was rambling to her about something that had caught her attention enough that she was listening intently.Â
No way Iâm letting that asshole with a pitiful excuse for a beard talk behind my back, because I know thatâs what heâs doing.Â
âYeah, very interesting, but if youâll excuse me,â Levi interrupted the older man under the scrutiny of an extremely disappointed Erwin.Â
He took quick steps, trying to reach them as fast as possible.Â
âNile,â Levi spat out the name as he got by her side, frowning at the man.Â
âOh, the Commander was just telling me that he met you when you were still living in the underground,â she commented as if there was a need for an introduction.Â
âAh, is that so?â Levi feigned interest. âDoesnât your wife need a hand, Nile? Three kids are a lot to handle.âÂ
âLevi,â the MP acknowledged the Captainâs presence, âMarie is doing just fine, thank you. I was surprised you brought someone with you, so I decided to share some knowledge.âÂ
âHe was just telling me that you beat his team up and stole their 3DMG gear when you were a thug.âÂ
Nile might be Erwinâs old friend, but he definitely wasnât Leviâs, and they hadnât been on the best of terms since... well, ever. âMaybe, I donât really remember. If I had to remember each MP I put in their place...âÂ
âIt was illegal, Levi,â Nile insisted. âYou know... Levi was known for getting very close to a few female MP soldiers who went down there to meet him.âÂ
What the hell? Youâre already married, why do you care? Levi felt the color drain from his face. It wasnât that he was ashamed of what he did as a thug, but the underground was different, and he wasnât ready to introduce her to that part of him.Â
âOh,â she hummed in understanding, turning to her left to look at the Captain. âIs that so?âÂ
âThat was many years ago,â Levi added.Â
âNo, it wasnât that many.âÂ
âTch,â Levi went to grab her hand and suggested, âDonât you want to go for a stroll around the gardens?âÂ
âNo, I want to keep listening to how you put MP girls in their place in the hallways of the underground,â she replied, catching him completely off guard.Â
What the hell? What else did you tell her, moron? Sheâs going to think Iâm some asshole who goes around pretending to be a fuckboy.Â
âTell me, sir.â Her shining eyes and bright smile confused him deeply. âWhy are you recalling or telling me any of this?âÂ
Suddenly, both men fell silent, and her change in attitude was unexpected. Levi noticed how her fake smile turned into a cheeky grin.Â
âAre you jealous that those girls got railed up in a hallway and you didnât? Iâm confused.âÂ
âN-No!âÂ
Levi was speechless as he admired her.Â
âDonât worry, Iâm not the jealous type. Iâm sure we can all come to an agreement! I mean, as long as your wife is in favor,â Y/N replied, taking another sip of her drink but never breaking eye contact.Â
Nile scoffed and left without saying much. âCheers!â she said, raising her glass in the air.Â
âI didnât know you had that in you,â Levi whispered, trying to form a coherent thought.Â
âHmm?â She took another sip and chuckled. âMe? I didnât know you were like that, Captain.âÂ
I claimed victory too fast.Â
âNo. Well, I was a brat back then.âÂ
âIs that so?â She questioned, but Levi was slowly noticing the changes in her body language. âTell me,â she whispered, getting so close to his face that Levi could taste the liquor on her breath as she spoke.Â
Frowning, he listened. âIf I had been allowed to go down there...â her voice dropped lower with each word, âWould you have railed me up against a damp wall too?âÂ
Holy... shitâÂ
âThat depends,â Leviâs voice dropped too, as neither of them broke eye contact, the tension between them rising. âI only punished them if they misbehaved in my territory.âÂ
She softly bit her bottom lip and looked at him through her lashes. âI can misbehave too, Captain.âÂ
The roll of her tone as she pronounced his title... I could get hard just from that... what the hell is happening? I donât care, but Iâm enjoying it.Â
Levi chuckled; it came naturally at seeing her batting eyes at him and taking innocent little sips. âI thought you were a good girl.âÂ
âOh, Iâm a good girl,â she pouted, â...but I may like to do bad things with you.âÂ
I want to grip that stupidly pretty face of yours and... damn, where have you been my whole life?Â
âLike what?â he asked huskily.Â
She slowly rolled her eyes, swaying a little side to side and checking that they werenât being observed. âIâm so bored.âÂ
âAre you? Tch, what a spoiled little thing you are,â Levi couldnât resist running a finger down the side of her face, pushing a non-existent hair out of the way.Â
âI donât want to make Erwin mad at us...â she muttered, looking to the side, pretending. âWhat do you say you use those thug skills of yours to sneak us out of here, and we go to my place where my friends are out?âÂ
Forget whatever I saidâGod bless you, Nile!Â
âI would say, give me fifteen minutes and meet me by the bathroom.âÂ
Play it cool, try to ignore the fact that all your blood is rushing down to your dick.Â
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Her hands moved to pretend she was arranging the folds of his suit. âI would say, make it ten.âÂ
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"It's a Grand Party!"
The warmth of the early afternoon sun filtered through the large windows of your home, casting a soft golden hue across the living room floor. A small giggle echoed from the corner where your daughter was sitting at her little pink tea table, surrounded by a mix of plush teddy bears and dolls. Her laughter bubbled up again as she pretended to pour another round of tea into the plastic cups arranged neatly in front of her stuffed companions.
âAnd another for you and anotherrr for youuuu,â she sang out in delight, pouring imaginary water from her large pink kettle. Her tiny feet kicked back and forth under the table in happiness, her energy boundless as she settled back into her seat, a satisfied smile plastered on her face.
Sylus, watching from nearby, leaned against the wall with a smile tugging at his lips. His arms were crossed, but there was a softness in his gaze, a look reserved for only the two people he cherished the most. âI told you she would love it,â he said quietly, turning his head slightly to glance at you.
You sighed with a soft smile, still focused on your reflection as you applied the final touches of your lipstick. âYou spoil her too much,â you teased, capping the lipstick and placing it on the vanity in front of you. âSometimes I think you're going to buy her a house before she even turns ten.â
His presence was warm as he came up behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, pulling you into his embrace. âAnd is that so horrible?â His voice was a low murmur, the edge of affection clear. He leaned down and kissed your cheek, his breath tickling your skin. âI would love to give her everything she so desires.â
You smiled, leaning back into his chest as you looked at him in the mirror. âWith limits, Sylus⌠or else you'll have a little girl asking for a private jet sooner or later.â
Before he could respond, a tiny whirlwind came crashing into his leg, tiny arms wrapping around his calf. âDaddy! Daddy!â your daughter giggled, tugging on his pants. âCan you play with me? Please sit! Youâre invited to my party!â
You couldnât help but laugh softly at the scene. âWell, go on now,â you encouraged, smiling at Sylus.
With a smile and a shake of his head, he let his daughter lead him to the tiny tea table, his large hand engulfing her small one as she guided him to one of the plastic chairs. âMommy! Come, Mommy! A party needs another princess!â she declared, pointing to an open spot next to Sylus.
You joined them on the floor, settling in next to Sylus. As soon as you did, your daughter grabbed the plastic kettle and passed it to Sylus with a serious expression. âDaddy serve Mommy! Mommy doesn't serve herself!â
Sylus chuckled, his eyes bright with amusement. âAnd who would serve me then, princess?â he asked playfully, glancing at the tiny ruler of his universe.
Your daughter paused, putting her little hands on her hips, her expression adorably stern. âYouâre invited to serve Mommy, not to be served!â she insisted.
You had to turn away, covering your mouth to hide your laughter. You could practically hear Sylusâ heart breaking in the silence, and it took everything in you not to burst out laughing at the sight.
âSweetie, please,â you said with a grin, turning back to face them. âYouâre going to break your fatherâs heart.â
Reluctantly, your daughter pouted and picked up a tiny teapot, pouring the pretend water into Sylusâ cup. âGive it to Mommy,â she instructed, as if it was a great concession.
You raised an eyebrow at Sylus, a smirk playing on your lips. âSo, you still wish to spoil her, huh?â
Sylus rolled his eyes but grinned with amusement. âI still will. This doesnât change anything, and you know it.â He glanced at your daughter, who was now rearranging her dolls. âShe views you exactly like I do.â
You looked at him curiously. âAnd how exactly?â
Without hesitation, Sylus leaned in and kissed you softly. âLike you are meant to be treated⌠a princess,â he whispered against your lips, his words filled with affection.
You smiled, your heart swelling. âWell then, why donât you let me treat you the same?â you teased. âThis party might give you the title of server, but youâre still my husband.â
Before Sylus could respond, your daughter came bounding back into the room, holding a large teddy bear in her arms. âMommy! Say hello to my new friend! This is my best friend!â she declared proudly, hugging the bear tightly.
âAnd why wonât you introduce him to me?â Sylus asked with a grin.
She pouted, her little face scrunching up in defiance. âMy best friend only says hi to Mommy,â she said seriously. âShe doesnât say hi to the server.â
Sylus raised an eyebrow, but before he could respond, he reached down and lifted her into the air, making her squeal and giggle with delight. âOh, really now?â he said with mock indignation, holding her close as she kicked her legs playfully. âMommy, save me! Save me!â she called out between giggles.
You laughed at the sight, the sound of their playful banter filling the room with warmth. âSylus, do you still want to go out, or would you rather stay here?â you asked, watching them fondly.
He looked over at you, still holding your daughter as she clung to him, giggling. âWhy would I want to leave both of my worlds?â he said softly. âIâll order Luke and Kieran to cancel our afternoon plans. The partyâs already in full swing.â pulling you closer to join them at the tiny table. The three of you, surrounded by pink plastic cups and teddy bears, felt like the world outside didnât matter; right here, with them, was where your heart belonged.
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SUBURBAN BLUES, Abby Anderson, the southern peach of the neighbourhood, the sweetest to ever be in the bluebonnet state has built a family to be proud of. With a blue collar wife, Ellie, and her baby cub Remi to take care of her life should feel complete, whole. Yet on the cusp of a failed marriage, sheâs lonely, struggling to do everything this household requires. She seeks solace in someone else and that friend just happens to be you. ⧠warnings. not really any smut in this part, but still 18+, tooth-rotting fluff, a lil sprinkle of our dear old angst, flirting, mostly from reader, they are a heavy flirt oops! but abby secretly loves it, tehe wc. 5.3k masterlist.
Thereâs nothing like summer heat in the middle of August. In California, it could be more than brutal, the cruel heat waves penetration from the tall windows making Abby nearly sweat underneath the warm sun. As far as it was, it could surely make an impact. After nearly half the night, not to mention a few hours this morning, she finally got Remi to sleep. Even if she felt light-headed, her sweet babyâs screams turned into murderous knives each time they came hurling towards her head.
Ellie didnât really seem to like getting up, only if she was asked. Abby got tired of asking so she would get up in the hour of rooster, cooing her six month baby back to sleep. Godbid anyone disturb her sleep. Ellie was the working one in the family, she was owed her rest, according to her.
As time went on, it was difficult on every level not to feel a certain kind of resentment. It rested on Abbyâs tongue, a weapon to use as she wished. When she feels particularly exhausted, she reminds Ellie of why sheâs so goddamn tired. Taking care of a child, much less a baby, is a full time job. Most days, she feels as if sheâs doing it all alone. Without the help of her wife, the one who is supposed to be there, they choose to do this together but she canât help but feel as if sheâs all alone in this.Â
It all boils over on a Sunday afternoon, heat rises as long with overflowing emotions, suppressed until Abby has finally had enough.
Ellie with her hand on her hips as pinches at her forehead, repeatedly rubbing over the skin. Itâs a necessary fight to be had, she knows it even if sheâd rather ignore it, Abby has reached her limit. With crimson cheeks, and an irate frown, sheâs calm as ever but she talks so lowly, the only thing keeping her from screaming off the top of her lungs is her sleeping daughter upstairs.Â
âYou donât help, Ellie. Youâve completely checked out. See? Even when Iâm talking to you, youâre not here!â Abby snaps her fingers in Ellieâs face to regain her attention. âI might as well be expressing my concerns to a wall.â
âIâm listening.â Ellie argues.Â
âYeah, just about as well as you listen to Remiâs cries at night.âÂ
Abby knows itâs backhanded, she wants it to hurt but at this point part of her wonders if youâre even listening to her. She doesnât even bring up the fact they havenât had sex since she gave birth. Not a bone in her body wishes to vocalize her need for affection, to be touched, loved â cared for.Â
Ellie opens her mouth for a countless number of excuses to tumble out but Abby knows her too well. She wonât have it, not for another moment.Â
âJust do better, Ellie.âÂ
The remainder of the afternoon, Abby spends it with Remi. Feeding, burping before putting her down. Mindlessly, she focuses on tasks requiring no further though. Deep cleaning the fridge, finishing the laundry, and she vacuuming the living room when she finally breaks down.Â
She wants nothing more than to smash their wedding picture to bits. Five years ago, she would have said it was the happiest day of her life, but now the day she had Remi was. Even if having her daughter reshaped her marriage for the worse, the only kind of magic she finds is those baby blue eyes staring back at her.Â
She still has the love of her life even if itâs shifted from her wife to her daughter.
All Abby has time for is Remi, she canât cater to a relationship where sheâs the only one fighting for it. Ellie is content with hiding in the shadows of their issues, spending her time away from Abby in any way she can. This time Ellie goes for a run around the neighborhood, when she runs into you.Â
It isnât the first time, the two of you tend to go jogging at the same time. Ellie joins for a bit, but youâre usually passing her. Itâs a bit of a bruise to her ego. Your endurance is better than hers, but you make fun of it, itâs really that big of a deal. Itâs a nice stress reliever and itâs a stroke to your ego.Â
Bending over the hood of your car, just in your black shorts clinging to your sweaty body and your sports bra slightly wet, Ellie approaches sitting next on the stool next to your massive tool box. Theyâve spoken a few times, nothing more than surface level conversations. Small talks that numbs your brain, good enough to get rid of the silence but not enough for a friendship to blossom.Â
âSo,â Ellie pauses, âHow much do you know about cars?âÂ
Ellie wants to slap herself in the face for being so painfully awkward, she might as well have stumbled over her words, that would have been less embarrassing. You stand up to your full height. Ellie would say itâs intimidating, just a little, especially when it always looks like youâre going to punch a bitch out if they say one wrong thing to you.Â
Youâre really the pariah of the neighborhood. Most of the time, you donât come to cookouts assembled by the neighbors, you keep to yourself, the only time youâre ever seen by anyone is on the weekends, working on whatever car youâre flipping next. Jesse, the man who lives on the other side of Ellie, knows you work at a shop, but thatâs the only detail anyone has seemed to pull out of you.Â
âYou know Iâm a mechanic, right?â You gesture to the massive tool box, one that probably cost more than Ellieâs monthly salary. You shut the hood of the GT-R, clearly you werenât going to get some silence but you didnât mind, your back could use the break. Taking the towel out of your pocket, wiping the grease and grime off your hands and forearms, wiping the excess sweat off your head forehead.
âWell obviously.â Ellie says.Â
As if you didnât just have a drill in your hand moments ago.Â
âWhat do you need?â You keep it short and sweet, especially the way Ellie is looking you up and down. As if youâre something to be devoured, you shrug it off, grabbing the tools youâd be using and dispensing them into the drawers.Â
âItâs this collectible car, we have a 67â camaro but it doesnât run. We have a new motor for it and a new timing belt but I canât replace it. I fucked it up the last time so my wife is adamant about me not touching it again.âÂ
You offer her a light chuckle, of course she fucking did. Idiots thinking they can do it after watching one video and then get stuck somewhere in the middle, fucking up the vehicle even more. At least Ellie wasnât pretending like she knew what she was doing. Still, you didnât know if you could get past the way sheâs looking at you, a desperate need curved into her eyes. One you sure as hell would not be giving to her. You werenât going to be caught in some fucking mess.Â
More than anything, you enjoy your quiet life. Day in and day out, thereâs solace in a steady life, no surprises. Itâs the way you like it. Going to work, coming home and going for your evening run, working on cars until you're met with the midnight sky until the day repeats itself. Itâs predictable, easy â comforting even.Â
âItâs going to cost you, mânot free.âÂ
âOf course, whatever you want.âÂ
Curtly, you nod as if youâre asking if she needs anything else but Ellie sits there looking at you like a deer in headlight, emerald eyes so lost in yours but youâre just looking at her with a scrunched face and furrowed eyebrows. Youâre positive you would find drool on your garage floor if you met her where she sat. You want to chuckle when she flexes her arms as if youâre supposed to be impressed by it.Â
Ellie opens her mouth as if she wants to say something else, but you cut her off. Grabbing a business card, with your work cell on it and handing it to her. âText me when you want me to come over and take a look. Just give me a little heads up so I can move around my schedule.âÂ
âYeah, of course.â You chuckle as she stands up losing her footing as she stands
up.Â
âWell, I guess Iâll see you around then. Maybe for our next run?âÂ
Our?Â
âSure, Ellie. Have a nice night.â You keep it short and sweet, scared she might try something else if the interaction lasts any longer. Closing your garage door, finally in silence away from the prying eyes of Ellie. Her poor fucking wife, you thought. Such a sleazeball for making starry eyes at someone youâre not married to. Regardless, youâll keep your head down, you donât want to get tangled into someone elseâs mess.Â
Treating yourself to a hot shower, you let the steam nearly suffocate. The water pressure hits your back perfectly, helping with some of the tension you carry from your shoulders. Todayâs work finally catches up to your body, shutting your eyes as you let the water wash away the sweat and dirt, the muddy gray water pooling at your feet. Itâs the most relaxing part of your day and you donât take it for granted. Some days itâs the one activity you look forward to the most, as depressing as it sounds. It isnât long until youâre falling asleep in your clean, cold sheets, soothing your body to a full nightâs rest.Â
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You were running late. Sure, they live next door, and you wouldnât have far to go, but shit you were late. You had promised youâd be there to fix the car at 10, and as you stumbled through the living room, trying to get yourself ready and boots on your feet, you noticed it was a little after 10:30 on the click above the stove, almost taunting you that you had overslept. Which wasnât like you. You were always on time, maybe just a couple minutes early.Â
Shrugging on your jacket the minute you step outside into the crisp air, you shoved one of your breakfast protein bars in your mouth, your toolbox tucked under your arm, and your hand quickly slammed the door behind you. Winching at the loud sound that echoes through your eyes. If you keep slamming things, youâre going to have to end up fixing the door every goddamn night.
You could tell Ellie and her wife, who you still have yet to meet, have lived here for a while just based on how neat and tidy their garden was. The flowers still looked fresh, watered regularly, and overall the colors were beautiful. Youâve not been here a long time, but long enough to know that you barely see Ellies car in the drive, the spot usually empty whenever you go outside. Did she have someone to keep it that pretty? Her wife, maybe? Shrugging away your thoughts, you took a few long strides up the pathway, up the 3 steps and stumbled over one of the plant pots when you werenât looking where you were going. Knocking the ceramic off the step completely and breaking just beside you with a loud crash.
âShit, fuck!â You groaned, kneeling down to pick up the broken pieces carefully, nipping yourself in the process of trying to clean up the mess. âJesus Christ.â You frowned, looking around, suddenly more nervous than you were for being late. âFuck.â
You were so into trying to clean up the mess your dumbass had made that you werenât fully focused on a certain blonde looking through the window on the door, watching you clumsily throw the small piles of soil into the other flower pots, still wanting everything to look as pretty as it did when you walked up their pathway. âAre you okay?â Came a gentle voice. A voice that caught you so off guard that you almost fell down the steps this time.
âOh fuck, hi!â You stammered, standing to your full height when the door opened and a small giggle had caught your attention. âShit, I swear I didnât break it on purpose, I wasnât looking where I was going and somehow walked right into it. Mâsorry.â You apologized profusely, your breath getting caught in your throat when your eyes found baby blue ones staring back at you.Â
Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, down her back, a soft smile tugging at her plump lips, one of the thin dress straps fell down her shoulder, and you didnât know where to look all of a sudden. Her pretty face? Her freckled shoulder? Her legs? Shit, focus dumbass. âI spoke to your wife, well I assume sheâs your wife, told me about a car that you needed fixing so uhm, here I amâ
Really? Why are you nervous right now? She hasnât even said anything.
âOr if youâre busy I can come back laterââ
âYouâre bleeding.â She cuts you off, eyebrows furrowed and itâs then when you realize sheâs not even looking at you. More so looking down. Your hand was bleeding. How didnât you notice or feel it?
âSorry?â
âDid you cut yourself on the pot? Come in, I can fix it for you and you can tell me what Ellie told you.â You donât miss the huff she lets out when she simply wraps her hand around your arm, and tugs you into her home. Hiding the blush on her face at the firmness of your muscles beneath her hand.
The coldness from outside was gone just as fast when you found yourself standing in the hallway, the warmth from the living room fire instantly stopped the small shake of your body as you watched her halt in her steps, turn around and quirk an eyebrow up at you. âAre you coming?â Her sweet voice spoke, soft and smooth like honey.
Fuck. Maybe.
âYeah, yeah, mâcomingâÂ
Your legs pick up, feet moving towards her while she slips into the kitchen, the fruit scented perfume filling your nose the more you walk, the more you follow her like a love sick puppy. Really, what the fuck are you doing? Sheâs married. âIs the cut deep?â
âItâll be fine, seriously, you donât need to fix me.â You chuckled under your breath. âIt happens all the time, always breaking something and getting injured.âÂ
âSo you're a clumsy person?â Her next question comes, looking at you with a soft smile. A smile youâve never seen before. Especially not by someone so beautiful, so sweet.Â
âI wouldnât say Iâm clumsy, sometimes I see things and I just get,â you paused, a smirk curving up on your lips when you find her looking at you, waiting for you to finish. âDistracted by pretty things.â
Her cheeks flush, something you donât miss as she beckons you to sit on the stool beside the small island in the middle of her kitchen. âMâsure thatâs it.â She giggled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.Â
âIt is.â
âWhat did Ellie tell you?â
You turned your head and if it wasnât for the fact you were sitting down already, your knees would have buckled beneath you and sent you flying to the floor when you found her bending down, reaching for what you could only assume was a first aid kit, and making soft grunts trying to reach it. âJesus.â You mumbled, biting your fist.
âDid you say something?â
âJust that I like the flowers in your garden. Sâpretty.â You coughed, squirming around on the stool and trying to contain the thoughts swimming around in your head. Swallowing when she stands up and looks over at you. First aid kit in hand.
âOh, thank you,â She smiled shyly, placing the small green box on the counter. âI love my garden, it helps me with stress. Minus getting my clothes dirty, I hate that part.â
I donât. Iâd love to see you in dirty clothes.Â
âSo you tend your garden?â
âIf I left it to Ellie, they would all be dead.â The smile she gives you doesnât meet her eyes. It wasnât like the previous smiles sheâs given you. It seems more emotionless. âSorry.â
âFor what?â
âNot used to talking to someone about hobbies I love doing,â Her fingers felt soft against your skin when she lifted your injured hand, your rough skin against her softer skin had shivers running down your spine.
âYour wife doesnât talk about them?â
âDoesnât really talk about much apart from work, but sâokay. Iâm Abby by the way.âÂ
Once you introduced yourself, you shook her hand with your only good one and smiled at her. âWell, itâs nice to meet you, Abby. If it helps, i would gladly love to hear about your other hobbies.â Â
Abbyâs breath hitched in her throat, was it because you wanted to know about her and all the things she loved, or was it because you were touching her? She wasnât sure, but she didnât mind it. You were kind and gentle, something she hasnât felt in a while. âI warn you, they can be boring.â
âImpossible. I will listen no matter what.âÂ
Abby was careful with your wounded hand, cleaning the cut with one of her antiseptic wipe gently, dabbing away the drying blood, as well as the fresh with a neatness you hadnât see before. Just like her flowers, she took care of you like you were fragile, always mumbling what she was going to do next, warning you the antibiotic might sting a little. Stunned at how you didnât even flinch, and then she was asking herself things. Were you used to getting injured? Had this happened before that you barely reacted to anything like this before? Abby had many questions, but then again, so did you. Of course.
âHave you guys been married long? Wait can I even ask that?âÂ
âYou can, if you want a truthful answer,â Abby replied with a soft laugh that had your heart racing. âWeâve been married long enough to have a daughter, if thatâs what you want to know. She takes care of her, in her own way, i guess.â
âWe donât have to talk about your wife, if you donât want to. We can talk about more of your hobbies if youâd like. Or even talk about your daughter, i bet she looks just like you, hm?â
âDidnât Ellie tell you about the car? I wouldnât want to bore you with things about my life.â
âWhat about you is borinâ, sweetheart?â God fucking damn it.Â
The way you were looking at her made her feel seen. Of course, Ellieâs had looked at her before, but sheâs never looked at her the way you are. Like you really wanted to know her, wanted to know her likes and dislikes. Looking at her like she was everything. You were looking at her like she was the only woman in the world, something her own wife doesnât do. And she loved it. âIâm a mother who stays at homeââ
âWho tends to her own garden, looks after and takes care of her daughter, fixes an injured person who was stupid enough to broke her really petty plant pot that i still need to clean up. Wouldnât call you borinâ, love, i would say that you just live life differently and none of that is borinâ. I think itâs pretty beautiful, it seems like your wife is the borinâ person in this situation, but what do i know? Maybe the fact she makes you tend your own garden while youâre already takinâ care of your child. Not my business though, just an observation, if you will.â You shrugged, licking your lips and smirking at her.Â
âShe does care, in her own way.â Abby found herself defending her wife, a wife who barely seeâs her. Why? Abby still loved her, or maybe she thought she did, she wasnât so sure what she felt half the time. Ellieâs never there for the important parts. She misses the different yet small milestones her daughter makes and that makes Abbyâs blood boil. If she canât be there for her wife, she sure as hell can be there for her daughter.
âNever said she didnât, Sweet. Iâm just sayinâ, if you were my wife, gave birth to our daughter, i would not let you lift a finger.â You found yourself admitting, eyeing her up a little more than you should be doing. Ellie, her wife, asked you to fix her fucking car, so why are you flirting with her wife? âI mean, those dirty clothes you mentioned, youâre telling me she doesnât even wash them for you?â
âShe has a job.â
âShe also has a family.â
Wrapping the bandage around your hand, Abby pouted at your sudden wince and cleared her throat. âThere, done.â The Blonde murmured, the tears welling up in the corner of her eyes didnât go unnoticed by you, and before you could even do anything, Abbyâs wiping them away and smiling again. âThe car is in the garageââ
âMâsorry if i made you upset,â You sighed, reaching your hand up and wiping away the droplets that fell down her cheek. âThat wasnât my intention, you just, youâre doing everything, you know? Sânot fair on you is all iâm sayinâ.â
âI appreciate you worrying, but mâokay.â
âWell, I live across the street, so if you need someone to talk to, just come overâ You smiled, the thud of your boots hit the floor as you push yourself to your feet and tugged at your jacket sleeves. âRight, your car.âÂ
Ignoring the fire in her stomach, Abby just nodded, moved toward where the keys were hanging up and grabbed the one for her car, completely oblivious to the way your eyes were raking her up and down, licking your lips and turning around just so you could keep yourself calm. âOkay, I think itâs this oneâ are you alright?â She giggled upon noticing you werenât facing her anymore.
âYeah, just hot in here, no?â You huffed softly under your breath. âMight be in for a heatwave this week.â
More like youâre in heat.Â
âWell, if it gets too hot in there, iâll bring you something to drink, if you want.â
Your eyebrow quirked up as you turned slightly, looking at her with that stupid fuckin smirk. Oh, what a pretty housewife she is, you thought. âThanks, Sweetheart.â The petname rolled off your tongue so smoothly and in a way that had Abbyâs stomach fluttering.
âYâYouâre welcome.â Well fuck.
Just as you grabbed the keys from Abbyâs soft hands, the sound of loud crying rang through the baby monitor and had the blonde frowning but quickly smiling at you again. That smile was going to get you into trouble. You were fucked. âShit, sorry, I need to go and feed her. If thereâs anything you need for the car, itââ
âDonât worry, Love. I got everything i need.â
This time, you didnât miss the dark crimson blush Abby was sporting as she rushed out of the kitchen to attend to her daughter.
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After the next few weeks, youâve considered Abby to be a good friend. You didnât mind listening to her problems, you very much enjoyed being there for her when no one else seemed to notice how much she struggled. Having a newborn and an absent wife was no easy feat, especially when you feel like youâre doing it alone.Â
The amount of times youâd been able to be there for her were piling up, one after the other, bringing you closer to her. Itâs the only reason you felt the need to wish her a good evening before you exit for the night. All the grease and oil on your body, the aching in your lower spine bending over the hood, you need rest â badly.Â
Coming through the garage, her car started acting up and giving her trouble so she hastily called you, again â you couldnât find her in the living perched on the couch, where sheâd usually be with her daughter but you couldnât find Abby there. You climb up the stairs, going into the nursery when you see her cradled in Abbyâs strong arms, but she uses every ounce of a gentle hand when her daughterâs in her care.Â
With her eyes shut, she couldnât have been possibly aware of how exposed she should feel. The dress sheâd been wearing pulled down to her waist, her upper torso exposed, but all you could focus on was her breasts. Full, breathtaking breasts, her baby girl suckling on the milk funneling into the infantâs mouth. You try to move, look away, save yourself but you canât. As if your feet are nailed to the hardwood, youâre unable to move an inch, only in awe of the women in front of you.Â
The beautiful blonde taking away every last breath you have.Â
Youâre thinking about how much you wish to touch them, feeling the soft skin in your palm, how sensitive they would be, thumb grazing her lactating nipple. Would she whimper, whine, or even let a moan fall from her lips? The squeeze in your thighs is involuntary, the rapid beat of your clit as you drool over the sight of her breasts. They are so full, begging to be sucked and teased. Before you can help it, youâre drifting to unspeakable thoughts, the image of your mouth sucking on her nipples, another white substance falling on your tongue. Allowing your taste buds to revel in it as you swallow every drop.Â
Thereâs an even more unimaginable thought coming to mind, one youâre not sure you can allow yourself to indulge in, if you do, there might be no point of return. Then youâre reminded of the sparkling rock on her left finger, the one that glimmers in the moonlight. Even if her wife isnât around, you shouldnât abuse that? Right?Â
Abby begins to stir, blue eyes opening slowly as blonde eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Silently she questions the limits of a taboo dream and finite reality, her eyes adjusting to the bright light seeping from the hallway.Â
Then thereâs a creak, as soft as it should sound, the silence makes it echo. Abby comes to full alert, but then she just sees you. Yet, you feel like a deer in the headlights, caught red handed gawking at your employerâs wife. Vulnerable and exposed, and youâre acting like a teenager who's seeing tits for the first time. Severely, youâre in awe at the kind smile she offers as she cradles Remi to her chest. The sweet youngling, finding safety in the comfort of her motherâs arms. Too strong for her own good, after the little bits youâve picked up from her over the past few weeks, all you can do is look upon her with intense admiration.
Abby motions for you to move closer, but youâre still nailed to the ground, too anxious to move any closer when sheâs so exposed. Youâre not sure if you can keep eye contact with her when your sight craves to drift south.Â
Jesus, get your shit together. Fucking freak.Â
Slowly, you get closer to her but thankfully she saves you, asking for the baby pink bib placed on top of the dresser. Thereâs also a blanket, but Abby doesnât ask for it, leaving you even more puzzled. Does she not care to be covered? Perhaps, she feels comfortable? You try not to tumble down the dangerous black hole, wiping it from your mind entirely.Â
âYou think I would have remembered to grab it but sheâs sleeping and I donât want to wake her.â Abby coos at her daughter, lightly smoothing over her blonde hairline, almost invisible to the eye.Â
âYeahââ You speak quietly, not wanting to wake Remi. âHere.âÂ
Abby offers small thanks, with a gentle hand she wipes the milk from her face, making sure sheâs clean of it as she continues to rock her to a peaceful slumber. âI wanna apologize,â You croaked out after a few minutes of comfortable silence, not wanting to startle either of them, as your eyes found a small canvas on the wall.
âApologize?â Abby repeated, looking up from her daughter, a tired smile on her face, to find you no longer looking at her, more like admiring the paintings in the room over everything else. âFor?â
âInterrupting something thatâs very special between a mother and their child. Itâs getting late, so i was just coming to find you to tell you i should be heading home, but i couldnât find you, soâ You were still nervous, rightfully so, but Abby didnât seem to mind. She thought it was cute.
âMy wife,â Abby paused, softly chuckling on how to explain it without seeming like she was overreacting. âShe doesnât, well, she never really has an interest in me doing this? I guess she just doesnât like it, which is fine, but itâs okay that youâre here. It doesnât make me uncomfortable that youâre standing there, so you can stop acting like itâs making me uncomfortable, pleaseâ She laughed. A beautiful sound you always want to hear from her.Â
âShe doesnât stay with you?â Your reply was short, almost a scoff. âThat seems a little shiâ stupid.â You catch yourself quickly with a nervou laugh as you remember her child was quite literally still in her arms, in the same area as you and asleep. âI think itâs beautiful, if that helps. Sheâs missing out on a lot, you know?â
Abby doesnât know how to repsond for a while. Part of you thinks youâve overstepped on your words, insulted her wife in a way you didnât mean to. But she just smiles at you again, and shakes her head. Those blue eyes piercing into yours which has you holding your breath at how pretty she looks. âIt helps. A lot, actually. Thank youâ
âYouâre uh, welcome.â You nervously laughed and rubbed the back of your head. You didnât know why she made you so nervous, but you were also not complaining about it too much. If anything, you loved it. Maybe that was because you were a freak. A freak who was thinking about touching her tits not even an hour ago. âI should really get going though, is there anything else i can help you with before i go?â You smiled.
Are you flirting right now? Shut the fuck up, sheâs married.
âNo, itâs okay,â Abby whispers, not wanting to wake her daughter up, who was soundly asleep in her arms. âYouâve done enough to help me, with the car and everything. I could make you something to eat when youâre here again? An extra thank you for helping meâ She suggested, her lips curving up into a smile which has you forgetting how to breathe for a few seconds.Â
âI would like that, Mrs Andersonâ
âYou can call me Abby, you know?â
Her question, such an innocent one on her end, had you smirking deviously, like the freak you were and looking at her like she was your prey and you were ready to pounce on her at any given moment. âMommy sounds better rolling off my tongue. Well ⌠to me at leastâ You gave her a subtle wink before walking out of the room.Â
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Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader
Summary: When Noah was left alone to take care of his daughter about two years ago, he never thought he would find someone else he would trust enough to include in his little family. But things can change.
Tw: parent abandoning their child, fluff, angst
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The afternoon sun filtered through the living room window and cast a swath of gold over Noah's house. You were sitting crossed-legged on the couch, watching Luna play silently, her small hands precisely set her favorite toys in a small, neat row, where Mr. Flop, her favorite bunny, had proudly taken the central point, guiding whatever game was in her head.
You smiled at her concentration, something warm blooming in your chest.
She was a perfect blend of Noah's features, a mirror image of him in her own way. She had his warm, deep brown eyes with his same subtle almond shape, dark hair, with a way chubbier face.
Noah leaned against the counter in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee. Some brown locks fell over his eyes as they darted between you and his daughter in quiet contemplation and hesitation.
You could tell something was on his mind. It had been incredible between you and Noah in the past few months, but there was one part of his life he'd held carefully at arm's length: Luna.
That wasn't because he didn't trust you, you knew that. It was deeper than that, more complicated. He was protective of her in a way hard to explain unless you knew the full story, which he had only recently begun sharing with you.
It had been late one night, just the two of you curled up on his couch after Luna had gone to bed, when Noah first opened up about the relationship with his ex. In the beginning, it had been passionate-whirlwind-type love, felt like the kind that could move mountains.
But once Luna was born, everything shifted. She was never ready for the reality of being a mother, and slowly but surely, it dawned on him that with each passing day, she actually resented it. Noah tried to understand her, tried to support her in whatever way he could, but nothing seemed to help. The more he tried, the more she pulled away.
One night, Noah had come home to an empty house. No note, no explanation, just Luna, not even a year old yet, lying in her crib, and complete silence in every room. His ex was gone, had walked out on both of them, and though Noah tried to reach out, tried to get her to come back, she never did.
From that moment on, he'd vowed to protect Luna from anything or anyone that might hurt her. Or perhaps that was his way to protect himself, too.
You both were up late, the only sound in his living room coming from a small lamp in the corner of the room, its dim light.
Noah was sitting next to you on the couch, his back hunched and his elbows to his knees as he stared into the floor for thought collection. You knew he had been carrying something heavy in his head for quite some time.
"I never thought that I'd ever be a single parent," he said gruffly, as though the words hurt him to utter. "But then again, after what happened âŚI don't really see my life in any other way anymore. She is everything to me."
He stopped, rubbing a hand over his face, and in those eyes you could almost see his tiredness, not physical, but an emotional toll, when one carries so much on his shoulders alone. You said nothing, just let him work through the words at his own pace. You could feel his vulnerability hang between you like some fragile thing he was just willing to show you.
"I didn't have time to process what happened," Noah whispered. "One day I'm in this relationship and we're trying to make it work for Luna, and the next⌠she's gone. Just like that. I came home and she'd left. No explanation. No good-bye."
Your heart ached with the pain in his tone, even now raw with emotion.
âI didnât know what the hell I was doing,â, he admitted, shaking his head. Just like that, it was him and Luna against the world.
"I was fucking terrified" he said, the corner of his lip curling up in a self-deprecating smile. "I had to figure out how to be a dad by myself, how to balance that with the band, how to be there for her when I was barely holding it together myself."
He glanced up at you then, his eyes warm with appreciation and a little fear. "She's the reason I'm so careful, you know? With relationships, with people in general. I don't ever want to bring someone into her life unless I am really sure."
He paused, his throat swallowing hard as his eyes drop once again to the floor. You could tell there was more he wanted to say, but it was hard for him to speak.
"I'm scared thatâŚ," he started, then had to force himself to continue, his voice faltering. "I'm scared that you're mad at me. Or disappointed, maybe. That I'm taking things too slow with you. That I haven't fully⌠let you in yet. It's not because I don't care about you, because I do. A lot. It's justâ"
"Noah," you said softly, leaning in closer to him. "I'm not mad. I'm not disappointed. I get it, why you want to be careful. It's okay."
His eyes finally met yours, surprise flickering in them. He had been so consumed by his fear of messing things up that it hadn't occurred to him you might actually understand where he was coming from.
"You've been through much," you went on, your voice soft but clear. "And I get why you'd want to protect Luna. I'd be more concerned if you were being anything less than careful, honestly. It says how much you love her, and how much you want to do right by her. And I respect that, Noah. I'm not going anywhere."
He blinked, like he was trying to absorb what you were saying, his shoulders loosening as your words soaked in. You reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his. His hand closed around yours, clasping at it like he was holding onto something solid for the first time in a long while.
"I can wait," you said with an even voice. "You need more time, I'm waiting. I do care for you, for both of you. And I don't want to make anything if you are not ready yet. What matters to me is that we're moving forward, even if it's slow."
Noah's breath slightly caught, emotion swelling up in his eyes as he continued to carry that weight for such a long time, terrified that by taking things slow, he was pushing you away, when all you wanted was to meet him where he was.
"I don't know how to do that," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I've been so scared of screwing this up, of screwing us up. But you⌠you've just been there."
You smiled softly and squeezed his hand. "You've been hurt, Noah. And it takes time to heal from that. I'm not here to hurry you or push you into something that you're not ready for. I am here because I care about you. And I care about Luna. I want you only to know that I'm in this for the long haul whenever you're ready."
He breathed shakily, his forehead leaning forward to rest against yours while his hand remained tightly wrapped around yours. You could feel the tension start to seep from him, replaced by a silent sort of relief that he didn't have to bear the burden of his fears alone anymore.
"Thank you." he whispered, his voice full of gratitude. "For understanding. For being⌠you."
You pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his lips, silently communicating that he had nothing to thank you for, that this was where you wished to be.
You saw Noah in all his completeness: a good father, a man who had been wounded but kept trying, learning how to trust once more. You were more than ready to wait for him to fully open up that part of his heart.
You sat in that silence, the weight of the past there still, yet lighter now. You knew Noah still had a really long way to go before letting go of all the pain he had been carrying with him, but you knew he was on his way. You would be here every step of the way, to build something real, something lasting, with him and with Luna.
Now, months after you and Noah had started dating, you were sitting in the middle of that guarded space he had created around her.
Now you knew why he was being so careful, why he had not pushed for more interaction between you and Luna.
She meant the world to him, and after all she had been through, he would never risk anything that could disrupt her life. But still, you waited. You had cared for Noah, and by that extension already cared for Luna, too. So you gave him the time he needed to let you in.
Today, though, there was something different in the air, something to let you know Noah was about to take a step forward.
"Hey," Noah finally said, breaking the comfortable silence that had overcome the room. He set his coffee cup down and rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous quirk you'd come to know well. "Can I ask you a favor?"
You raised an eyebrow. "Of course. What's up?"
He turned to Luna, still deep in her toys, and back to you again. He paused a beat, you basically saw the cogs turning as he picked his words with all care.
"The band's got a thing later today, just some planning stuff for the new album. I was supposed to go meet the guys, butâŚ" He trailed off, gesturing toward Luna with a helpless look. "Usually, I ask one of them, but they are all busy today."
You chuckled softly at that, imagining Luna in the hands of Noahâs bandmates. As much as they loved her, you knew they werenât exactly all equipped for child care even if you were sure they all deeply cared about her.
"So⌠you want me to stay with her?"
Noah nodded, his expression softening as he met your gaze. "Yeah. If you're okay with it. I mean, I know it's last minute and I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important, butâ"
"Noah," you interrupted softly, standing up and walking over to him. You reached out, resting your hand on his arm. "It's okay. I'd love to stay with her."
He exhaled, the relief washing over his features, but there was still that damned hesitation in his eyes. You knew how big of a deal this was for him, trusting someone with Luna, especially after everything he'd been through.
"Are you sure?" he asked more quietly now. "I mean, she's really shy, with most people and with you too, and I don't want any of you to feel uncomfortable."
You smiled, leaning up to press a kiss against his cheek. "I'll be fine. We'll be fine. She just needs time, that's all. And I think she got her shyness from her dad."
Noah closed his eyes for a second, his head slightly leaned into your touch before pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead. When he pulled back, his eyes were different, warm and a deep well of silent appreciation.
"Thank you," he whispered. "This⌠this means so much."
Now, you were sitting on the floor, after Noah had gone off to his band meeting. At first, Luna had been quiet, keeping to herself to play with her toys, but bit by bit, she'd started to warm up toward you, like you'd wanted.
You leaned forward for Mr. Flop, the stuffed bunny, and held him out to her with a playing grin. "You think Mr. Flop needs some tea?"
Luna's eyes sparkled, a shy smile overspreading her face as she nodded vigorously. "Yes! He is very thirsty."
You laughed softly, watching her scurry over to her tiny plastic tea set. She first poured an imaginary cup of tea for Mr. Flop and then one for you. As she handed you the pretend tea, your heart swelled with affection for this little girl who was letting you into her world slowly, piece by piece.
"Thanks, Luna," he said, making a big show of taking a sip. "This is the best tea I've ever had."
She giggled, her cheeks blushing with pride. For several moments, the two of you played in comfortable silence, with her showing you through the rules of the tea party.
"You think Mr. Flop would like to go on an adventure?" you asked after some time, breaking the silence as Luna finished pouring more imaginary tea.
With eyes aglow with excitement, she said, "Yes! He loves adventures!"
"Okay, where shall we go?" you asked, leaning in conspiratorially.
Luna tapped her chin, and then a huge grin spread over her face. "The jungle! I love jungle! Dad loves jungle too! We have to find the lost treasure!"
You gasped melodramatically. "The jungle? Wait. Noah made you listen...nevermind. That does sound dangerous! You think we can make it?"
She laughed again, her head bobbing up and down quickly. "We can do it! Mr. Flop is very brave."
And then you both launched into your make-believe jungle adventure. The shyness had left Luna by now, replaced by a bubbly, fearless energy that took your heart soaring.
The front door creaked open a couple of hours later when Noah returned home, but you didn't notice him first, too caught up in the game with Luna sitting next to you on the floor.
Noah stood in the doorway, watching the both of you, and his heart swelled in his chest. He had always known you were special, knew from the moment he met you that there was something different about you, but seeing you now, playing with Luna, made him feel something he hadn't felt in years.
Love, not just for you, but for the idea of you becoming a part of him and Luna's lives in a deeper way.
When you finally saw him standing there, you smiled. "Hey, you're back!" you said. Noah nodded, stepping closer, his eyes soft. "Yeah, I'm back."
Luna ran to him and wrapped her arms around his legs as he scooped her up, holding her close to his chest for a moment before turning back to you. "You two seemed to have fun."
Noah had Luna in his arms, babbly excitedly about some "jungle adventure" and lost treasure. He listened intently, though his eyes never left you. There was something there in his gaze, something so raw and deep, that made your heart go racing. It wasn't the usual softness, the usual affection, it was heavier, like something nestled between you when nothing was said.
"We did," you said, smiling at Luna as she continued her excited recount of the day. "We found the lost treasure, and Mr. Flop was the hero of the day."
Luna giggled, snuggling into Noah's chest as she added her own details. "We were very brave, Daddy! Mr. Flop was so good at being quiet, and we didn't get eaten!"
Noah chuckled, brushing a hand through her hair as he kissed her forehead. "Sounds like you had quite the adventure."
"Yes! We had a lot of fun. And your friend is amazing. I want to play with her again. I think she is my friend too now."
Noah smiled, his brown eyes full of affection for the both of you. "I'm glad you made a new friend. We'll ask her again, okay?"
Luna nodded, her eyelids drooping as the excitement of the day finally started to catch up with her and she rested her head against the soft fabric of his dad's hoodie. Noah glanced at you over her head, a soft smile tugging at his lips once again.
"Would you like to help me get her ready for bed?" he whispered, and with Luna nuzzling her head into the crook of his shoulder, half-asleep.
You nodded, and your heart fluttered with the thought. This felt like some sort of minor but meaningful step in being included in the nighttime routine, part of something as personal and intimate as this.
All three went into Luna's room together. It was not a big room, but it was cozy with soft toys, bookshelves, and a little carpet that glittered from strings of tiny fairy lights.
Noah was soon to gently lay Luna down into her bed, and you sat down beside him, watching as he tucked her in, his hands moving with the sort of practiced ease that came from more than two years of being a single parent. You leaned over, setting Mr. Flop down beside Luna, who smiled sleepily as she cuddled the bunny close.
Noah leaned over her, placing a gentle kiss against her forehead with tenderness that would ache your chest. "Goodnight, sweetheart," he whispered into her hair. "I'll be right outside if you need me."
"Goodnight, daddy," she muttered the tone in her voice drowsy. Then her tiny eyes flickered open just enough to glance at you. "Goodnight Y/N."
You smiled warmly, your heart swelling in the simplest of words. "Goodnight, Luna."
After several minutes of quiet whispers and soothing reassurances, she fell asleep, her breathing evening into the quiet rhythm of her sleep. Noah leaned forward and pressed another soft kiss to her forehead before he eased himself up, motioning you to follow him from the room.
As the door is shut quietly behind you, he let out a very, very long breath, running his hand through his hair, leaning against the wall.
"Thanks," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "For sticking with her. For being so⌠incredible with her."
You shrugged. "She's a pretty amazing kid. It wasn't hard."
Noah turned fully toward you now, his eyes searching yours with a sort of intensity that hitched your breath. His hand rose and delicately swept a strand of hair back behind your ear, where it lingered on the side of your face. His thumb tracing the line of your jaw sent you leaning into his touch, your heart beating with each passed second a little faster.
"I never knew whether I would find anybody that could fit in this part of my life," he whispered, his voice not a decibel over a whisper. "With Luna, after what happened⌠I felt I needed to keep her world small, you know? Keep it safe. I didn't want to bring someone in that might hurt her."
His eyes welled with that same vulnerability you had seen before, and you knew how hard this was for him, to open up, to let you into this part of his life he had guarded so much.
"You don't have to worry about that," you said softly, laying your hand over his. "I would never hurt her. Or you."
Noe's thumb stroked over your cheek, his eyes sealing to yours in an tight seriousness, as if you were the only person existing. "I know. That's why I love you."
The words hung between you and him, heavy with tension. You couldn't breathe for a second, heart pounding in your chest as you tried processing what he just said. He loved you.
You hadn't expected it, not so soon, not in that moment, but the way he looked at you, the way he had been with Luna, it made sense. It wasn't just the two of them anymore; it was all three, the small family that had formed.
A soft smile overspreads your face as you looked up at him, your hand clenching a little tighter around his. "I love you too, Noah."
The relief in his expression was genuine, and for him at least, it was as though the weight had finally been pulled off his shoulders. He pulled you into his arms, and you wrapped yours around him, holding close as he buried his face in your hair, breathing you in like he couldnât believe you were real.
And for a long time, neither of them said anything. They only stood there with each other, wrapped in their own warmth, and the silence just told it all.
Then Noah leaned back, just a little, just enough to look down at you. And then his eyes were deeper and surer.
"I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't met you," he whispered huskily. "I don't think I even knew how much I needed someone like you, not just for me but for Luna, too."
You reached up and brushed a thumb over his cheek. "You're an amazing dad, Noah. You've done everything right for her. But you don't have to do it alone anymore."
He closed his eyes, like almost to let your words sink in. Opening them a second later, there was something soft, something vulnerable, that made you want to pull him closer still.
"I don't want to do it alone anymore," he whispered with his forehead against yours. "I want this. Us. You and me, and Luna. I want a family."
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you nodded, your voice barely louder than a whisper. "Me too."
Noah's arms tugged closer, his lips finding yours in a gentle unhurried kiss that felt almost like a vow, like a start, the type of kiss that spoke of love, of trust, of a future that finally was starting to feel real.
He drew back and his eyes shone bright now with a happiness in them that hadn't been there before. He reached down, took your hand in his, and guided you back onto the couch. You sat together in the quiet glow of the livingroom.
You knew you would have one of those movie nights where you definitely fall asleep in his arms on the couch.
Noah for once in a long while felt something he hadn't dared to believe in, peace. Peace in knowing that he didn't have to protect himself and Luna anymore. Peace in knowing he was finally able to let you in, fully without any fear.
You sat there, his arm around you, knowing this was only the beginning of something beautiful: a life no more his or yours, but one which both of you had started building together.
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Our Secret
Pairing: Stepdad!Rafe x stepdaughter!Reader
Summary: This is a part 2 of this story
Warinings:18+, smut, nipple play, fingering, p in v, pregnancy sex, unprotected sex, (let me know if I missed any)
Wc: 1.9K
âShouldnât be in here. The fumes arenât good for the baby.â
You stand in the middle of the nursery looking at the powder blue walls Rafe just got done painting. The furniture is piled on one side that's already dry keeping it from the wet paint. âI just wanted to see how it was looking.â Looking around you envision how you are going to decorate the walls. You want the theme to be Alice in Wonderland so one of your friends is going to paint a mural on the wall. Rafe said he was going to do it but you donât think he has the artistic skills for that.
Heâs been really big on giving you anything and everything that you want. Youâre seven months pregnant and about to reach your eighth month. Itâs been a wild couple of months since you found out. The two of you were so happy living in a bubble until you had to tell your mom. She was pissed off with you, calling you every name under the sun. âDo you really not know the dad? How stupid can you be?â You know it was due to her wanting a better life than she had. Your dad had left as soon as you came into the picture and here you are repeating history.
Well at least in her eyes you are.
Rafe was the voice of reason, convincing your mom that they needed to help you out. Then a week after that conversation he was clearing out the room next to yours for the nursery. Your mom found it sweet how much Rafe wanted to help you. Even going as far as joking that he should just be dad when the baby comes. You had all laughed brushing it under the rug but you and Rafe shared a look. It was so brief that your mom didnât think anything of it but you two knew you had to be careful.
Which wasnât really hard since she was still traveling for work. She was gone weeks on end allowing you two to be alone. Youâve even moved into the master bedroom with him and she never noticed. The only time you were in your room was when she was here. You know things have not been going smoothly with them. Sometimes you can hear them arguing when they think you arenât around.
âWhy are you always defending her? She should find her own place.â You sat on the daybed in the backyard listening to them through the open windows. Your mom had just gotten back from another work trip to find the house littered with baby things. Rafe had just taken you shopping so everything was a mess. âSheâs pregnant, I'm not kicking her out. Youâre barely here anyway so why should it matter.âÂ
Their voices carry outside filling your ears. You feel bad for causing so many problems, maybe you and Rafe should stop. It wouldnât be that bad to just end it here. The lie tasted foul. You know if this ever ended it would break you but you could live with it. âIâm working Rafe, what do you want me to do? Just because you would rather have fun than work doesnât mean I want to.â There was her go to line. Sheâs older than Rafe by ten years and always throws it back in his face. Always reminding him that she has more experience in life.
âNo, I want a wife thatâs here and to have a family. Not a wife that thinks Iâm too stupid to notice her sleeping around. Next time you have a work trip make sure your company is aware of it.â There was complete silence after his words rang in the air. You sat up from the chair looking at the bedroom window. You can see them standing there just as your mom slapped him across the face. âMaybe I was tired of having a husband who couldnât meet my needs.â Rafe just laughed. âHard to meet them when half of the world already had a chance.â
You havenât seen her since. She came down telling you she had to go back for work and never came back. Rafe refused to talk about it stating there wasnât anything to worry about. But you canât help but to feel like this is all your fault. âWhat are you thinking about?â Rafeâs arms wrap around your waist, his hands spreading across your bump. Heâs been so affectionate, making you feel so loved. âDo you ever feel bad? Like about what we are doing to my mom.â Slowly he turns to face him. âNo. Do you?â
You go to speak but footsteps in the hallway catch both your attention. âRafe?â Your moms voice echos. The two of you detach yourselves and stare at the door when she emerges. âWow this looks nice.â She looks at the paint stains on his shirt. Her eyes pinch together, looking between the two of you. âYou painted the room? Should have just hired someone.â Rafe clears his throat, shrugging as he looks around. âThought it would be nice. Plus I don't need this one going crazy on the workers.â You slap his arm, offended at his accusation. âIâm not that bad.â
Your mom just watches the two of you interact, nodding her head along. Sucking her teeth she grabs your attention again. âWell Iâm glad to see the two of you getting along. Iâm going to go unpack.â Rafeâs head snaps over to her, his feet following her retreating body. âWhat do you mean?â She grabs the bag she left by the master bedroom and enters. You watch from the hallway as Rafe follows. âWell I decided I should be here since the due date is getting closer. Sheâs going to need me.â Not wanting to hear more, you just lock yourself in your room for the rest of the night.
The routine follows for the next few weeks. Your mom seems to never leave the house anymore. Usually Rafe goes to your appointments with you but when he mentioned it last night your mom jumped at the opportunity. âDonât stress yourself with something that doesnât concern you. Iâll bring her, I want to see my grandbaby.â You tried to go by yourself but she wouldnât let you. The car ride and waiting room were awkward since she wouldnât speak to you. You mentioned things about the baby and your life but she didnât seem interested.Â
âNo dad today? Weâll make him an extra copy to have.â Your obgyn says as she walks in the room. You froze in your spot, looking at your mom who didnât react at all. âOh no, that's my husband. Heâs been helping her out while I was gone.â The doctor looks between the two of you. Her eyes are suspicious and you can tell the moment that it clicked. âGee my sincere apology. I just assumed.â The rest of the appointment was okay. The baby was looking good and you were excited to hear their little heartbeat.Â
When you had gotten home she went straight to the kitchen grabbing some wine before disappearing to her room. You waited a few moments before sneaking your way to Rafeâs office. âHi baby.â He looked up, leaning back in his chair as he smiled at you. Rounding the desk you sit on the edge in front of him. âHi sweetie. Howâs our little princess doing?â His fingers brush against your bump, catching the blunt end of a kick. âThink sheâs going to be a soccer star with that leg of hers.â You giggle, pulling out a copy of the ultrasound. Rafe takes it and places it next to the frame with your first one. Heâs been collecting each one and displaying them on his desk.Â
âEverything is good. Just need to get through these last few weeks and sheâll be here.â Dragging his chair close, Rafe traps himself between your thighs. His fingers make their way down to the hem of your dress, finding their way under the fabric. âThatâs good. Canât wait to hold our baby girl.â He places a kiss on your bump at the same time his fingers find the soaked material of your panties. âAnd howâs my baby doing, hm? Been missing her.â
Since your moms been back the two of you havenât been with each other. Going to fucking each otherâs brains out to not getting to touch each other has been torture. âIâve missed you too.â When they say pregnancy makes you super horny they arenât wrong. You were jumping his bones any chance you got. Not being able to get that fix has you winded up to the point his fingers slide right in. Rafe stares intently at your face, looking at how pleasure consumes you as his fingers play you like a violin.
Pulling the top of your dress he frees your breast, tugging at your nipples harshly. Since being pregnant your breasts have been extra sensitive. You could probably get off just from him playing with them. Standing he takes one of them in his mouth, sucking at the pebbled nipple. He takes his time, taking his finger out to play with your clit just to slide them back in. Moving to the other nipple he bites down on it. A moan slips from your lips, maybe a little too loud but you donât care. âHear how wet you are? Bet youâre soaking my desk right now.â
Straining your ears you can hear the squelch your pussy makes every time he pushes his fingers back in. You clench around them, a hand finding his shoulder to stable yourself. âYou gonna drench me baby? I know you want to.â He attaches to your nipple again, his free hand finding the other to pinch. He keeps the actions going. Sucking and pinching on your nipples as he fucks you with his fingers. The pressure in your lower stomach gets more intense and you feel like you are going to explode. All of a sudden you are gushing everywhere, moans filling the room as you come down from the feeling.
âFuck. How come youâve never done that before? Would have had you do that for me all the time if I knew.â He kisses your lips and rubs your legs to soothe you. âMmm never knew either.â He helps you down and tells you to go take a shower. Looking at him and his desk you can see how much you actually squirted. His papers were all wet and his shirt was soaked. You apologized but he didnât want to hear it since he thought it was hot. Leaving the room you donât notice how the previously closed door was left open. âMaybe I was tired of having a wife who I didnât love.â He threw her words back at her.Â
Huffing your mom grabs her things, grabbing her phone to text someone. âYou know what? The two of you can go together, I donât need this.â Getting something from her bag she walks to the island and throws a stack of papers on it. âThose better be signed by the end of the week.â She walks out the house, leaving the divorce papers staring back at you. Rafe picks them up with a smile. âLooks like Iâll be a free man. Itâs just us now sweetie.â
Thereâs a sound of water hitting something. Rafe looks over his shoulder at you noticing the far away look you have. âHey itâll be okay. Weâll figure it out together.â He goes to comfort you but slips. Looking down he sees that the floor is wet. âWhat the fuck?âÂ
âI think my water just broke.â
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âCome on sweetie, give me one more. Just one and we can be done.â Rafe breatheâs out as he thrusts into you. A whine leaves your lips as you claw at his shoulders. Your mom had gone on a âgirls trip" with her friends, leaving you two alone. Rafe didnât waste a moment dragging you into every room in the house. Which is why you are leaning over the kitchen counter with him behind you.Â
âI canât.â You moan out. One of his hands gathers your hair, pulling your head up slightly. âTold you if you wore that dress youâd regret it. Donât whine now because you got exactly what you asked for.â Heâs made you cum four times by now. The two of you have been at it for a while at this point and he canât seem to stop. First he needed you squirting all over him. Then he needed to taste you as you cum. It was just a never ending cycle leading you back to him pounding the life out of you. Not to mention heâs excusing it as helping you induce labor since your already past your due date.
Your skin lights on fire as his fingers dance along it. Everything is just overwhelming and youâre so close. âCome on mama.â He twists a nipple causing the flood gates to open. You slump over the counter as you moan. Soon the feeling of a rushing warmth fills you letting you know that Rafe just cummed. Slowly he pulls out, lifting your dress and spreading your ass cheeks to watch his cum drip out of you. âFuck sweet heart. Look great with my cum seeping out of you.â
âWhat the fuck.â The sound of a voice and things hitting the floor causes the two of you to look up. Your mom stands in the doorway staring at the scene in front of her. âMom I ca-â âShut the fuck up. I donât want to hear it.â Rafe covers you up, tucking himself back into his pants. âDonât ever talk to her like that again. Be mad at me all you want but you wonât speak to her like that in my house.â Thereâs a shocked look on her face, not expecting Rafe to speak back to her. âSeriously, could have been anyone else. Why my kid?âÂ
He laughs at her audacity. âYou lost all room to talk when you were sneaking off at our wedding reception to screw your boss. What was it that you said âcanât help who you fall forâ.â He places a hand on your shoulder bringing you to his side.
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hi! just watched someone like you last night & i saw your requests were open for eddie đŤ
either:
1. "did you just wash these sheets?" "i did." "they smell nice. and they're still warm."
or
2. "we should really get up." "we should....but we won't."
whichever you like better!! they both screammm eddie to me
love is here to stay
a/n: what i wouldn't give to cuddle with this man in the mornings. possibly making him late for work as other things ensue. and i've always tied jazz songs to movies from the early 2000s and 90s. so this is based off the ella fitzgerald & louis armstrong song. i fear i'm down bad for this man and would love to have him be my boyfriend.
summary: mornings where the summer heat was unbearable and energy was nowhere to be founr, made getting up a difficult task. add a sleepy eddie and a multitude of kisses and suddenly it became near impossible.
word count: 1k
pairing: eddie alden x reader
warnings: semi-explicit so 18+ ONLY!!, summer heat eviserating anything fun, banter, eddie being a fucking tease, sweat, he calls the pussy her, comfy loving scenario.
New York City roared to life on the other side of your apartment wall. Chatter of people shouting, horns of taxis already stuck in morning traffic. Not even your shut and locked window could block each noise that came through. It was a place that demanded to be heard the second the sun rose up in the dark blue sky.
You mumbled something unintelligible, hand reaching for the covers that were no doubt kicked to the bottom of the bed. Halfway through the night the air shut offâeffectively making your place a hellscape with no chance of avoidance.
What began as a night filled with naked skin and fast bitten thrusts, turned to the both of you sleeping as far away as humanly possible. You were almost certain if you opened your eyes you'd find Eddie at the edge of the mattressâhis body covered in a sheen of sweat. Matching you completely.
"Mm," he groaned into his pillow, flipping over to his side, an arm flinging around your bare waist. "You move too much."
"Shut up," you muttered.
You could feel the tendrils of a somewhat breeze filter in through the living room where you'd left the fire escape window open. Neither of you bothered to shut it after the glass of wine and shared cigarette turned to stripping him of his shirt and you of your pants. It felt like a miracle you made it to the bedroom at allâhis body collapsing atop yours with a pained groan; hands grasping for any piece of plushness he could find.
"Make me." Even in sleep he managed to grin like a tease. His eyes shut and hand shifting to cup your bare ass. "Feels like you want to," he sighed around a half yawn.
You shuffled closer, cheek pressed to his chest. "Feels like the fuckin' world is on fire."
He tapped your ass. "That it is baby."
What little energy you could gather was bled from your body the longer you lay there. Summer eviscerated any means of joy in your life. What could you do? Hiding inside was all you had left in order to escape the heat. Now even that left you withering against his torsoâbody slick with sweat that would only return moments after you washed it off.
"Eddie," you yawned, throwing your arm over his stomach. He offered a grunt; the heat now muddling his brain and cutting off his ability to form words. "You work today?"
His arm raised above his head, onto the pillows beneath him. (Pillows he stole in the middle of the night.)
"I could," he sighed. "Got lots to do at work."
"Ah. I forgot. Big time hot shot."
The audible smack of his hand landing harder on your ass made you laugh; your leg kicking out to deter his attacks. He couldn't help it. Toying with your flesh was the highlight of his mornings. His eyes creeped open, lips tugging into a lazy grin that screamed drowsiness. Only to watch as he jiggled your fleshâfingers kneading at you like a fucking cat who just found the softest pillow in the world.
"Unless you intend to fuck me stupid Alden. I'd stop that."
His head fell back with a raspy groan. "Got no energy to fuck you stupid baby." You glanced at him, chin resting on his chest. "How about I just fuck ya? Huh?"
"Stupid or no deal," you mumbled.
"My cock is gonna be begging for you all day."
"Too bad." You smiled, pressing a kiss to the hair that nestled in between his pecs. "Shoulda thought of that before you didn't call the super to fix the fuckin' air."
His sigh was wistfulâ-relenting. "Yeah I know. I'll call 'em today."
The city took over your conversation when silence began to filter in between the cracks of your haven. In this small bedroom, you were safe. Content even as the warmth of your lover began to stick to your skin and cause discomfort. Moving wasn't an option. Nor was taking a cold shower.
So you remained there, listening to his heartbeat and feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath.
"We should really get up," he muttered, head turning to face the window.
The sun came through your sheer curtains, casting a shadow along the hardwood floor. You marveled at how picturesque it wasâhow heavenly.
"We should..." You placed another kiss against his skin, tasting the salt of his sweat along your tongue. He groaned, his eyes meeting yours. "But we won't."
"Baby," he breathed.
Your eyes narrowed. "Don't even think about it Eddie."
"C'mon!" he laughed. "Lemme eat your pussy. I'll be really nice to her."
"Fuck off. 'S too hot." You buried your face into his skin, biting back the peal of laughter he could tell lay on the tip of your tongue.
"All I'm saying is she's never not liked my tongue down there."
The loud smack you land to his stomach causes a howl of laughter to erupt from his chest. His body rolling over to trap you beneath himâpressing you down into the mattress as he bit at your neck. Another echo of the city poured in through the open door, cracking through the bubble you both resided in. But the feel of Eddie trailing kisses down your stomach killed every sound that didn't belong to him.
"Too hot my ass," he mumbled along your hip bone, teeth scraping the skin hard enough to draw a moan from your lips. "It's never too hot to have something sweet, baby."
You smiled, curling your fingers into his hair. "I hate you."
"You love me," he retorted, drawing your thighs up and over his shoulders. "Admit it."
When he looked at you like this: eyes bright enough to put even the sun to shame. How could you say anything but yes?
#what i wouldn't give to live in this scenario with him#the unbearable weather totally didn't inspire this#eddie alden x reader#eddie alden x you#eddie alden x y/n#eddie alden#my writing#hugh jackman
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