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àŒâI would set the world on fire for youâ | LN4 âą
Parings: lando norris x gf!reader.
Summary: after the Brazil GP, lando comes home to the worst week of his year. Also, it was his birthday. So even though the world hates him, you wanna make sure he is loved and he did nothing wrong. And that if you could you would set the world on fire for him.
Word count: +5k.
Warnings: written and smau. angst and fluff at the same time. Anxiety attack. Overthinking. Selfhatred. Language. And thatâs it. Iâm not a native English speaker so there could be (so many) errors. Not proofread.
Authorâs note: lately I NEED to write things to cope with my feelings so here it is. Hope Vegas is good to all of my boys đ donât forget to like, reflow or comment! Ur support its way loved here. and follow me so we can be friends :3 (and drink mate together!)
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Your heart was completely shattered. Your heart was racing to get out of your car at the airport. In exactly 20 minutes your boyfriend will be back home after the worst weekend ever imagined. You couldn't assist the Brazilian GP because of your work schedule. You had a few meetings after Mexico gp. And you felt so guilty about it. You knew lando would be more protected if you were there. At least in the intimacy of you, emotionally speaking. Having someone there for him to hug and to comfort him. to calm his mind. To stop the self hatred you knew it was playing right now in his head.Â
Lando is an overthinker and you get him because you were also one. You knew to which scenarios his mind can travel to and how painful it can be for him to live with himself sometimes. You were fighting your tears reading all of the atrocious things people commented online. You knew that wasn't real life. But you also knew he would see all that and how that would weigh in his heart. They can never let him win. And the worst part was only because it was just him. Other drivers could do or say worse things and everybody would laugh and brush it off. But when it came to Lando, he was a monster, a loser, an arrogant son of a bitch. That hurt deeply. Because in reality lando is the sweetest soul you have ever met. And you knew how vulnerable he could be. Tho you always admired him for that. You always thought that the bravest and strongest people in this world are the ones that admit to need help, the ones that are vulnerable and open about it. In a world this cruel, that was no easy task. But he did time and time again.and he did even knowing how shitty people were gonna be to him. Though, he did it for people he knew that counted on him. Lando always talks about how people sometimes come to him saying he has saved their lives and the impact he had on them. It's something beautiful yet that weighted on his shoulders as well, you thought.Â
You crossed the airport gates. Anxiety shaking your whole body. You wanted to hug him so bad. To tell him everything was gonna be fine.Â
You opened the flight information he sent you before his plane took off so you looked for the probable gate he was coming out of when landed. Even though you were anxious you were also relieved that he was home with you.
After a few minutes passed by, a lot of people started coming out of the door you were waiting for. You started gazing at everyone just to find him. After a bunch of people got out, there he was. One of the last ones to go through the door. When you saw him your body almost came undone. You were out of air for a moment while the two of you got closer. When he is finally within reach, you give him the strongest hug you could. He melted on you, hugging you by your neck. Not much time passed when you heard him crying hid in your neck. Your heart that was shattered, broke immediately. You tighter your grip unto him. He started to sob and you couldn't hold your own tears at that point. You knew he had the worst time on that flight, alone with his cruel thoughts torturing him for hours. And there was nothing that you could do to protect him. You couldn't say a word. There was nothing that you could say that it would make things better right now.Â
Lando was sobbing and shaking. His levels of anxiety reached a high when he saw you standing there looking for him desperately with your eyes. He needed you. But lifeâs a bitch and you couldn't stay with him throughout the whole American leg. He came undone in your arms. He needed to hug you for so long. He was broken. His mind replying to all the mistakes he made. All of his wrong decisions. All of the shit he said. He was embarrassed, angry and defeated. He was ashamed of himself. Disgusted. Frustrated and scared. Â
Yu rubbed his back trying to comfort him in the hug and trying to not cry so you could be the strong one for him. He needed you, you knew it. And you wanted to fix all of this in a snap of fingers, but you couldn't.Â
âItâs okay baby. You are gonna be alright, I promise. I love you. Youâre home now ", Yu said, to make him feel at least slightly better. When he heard you he started sobbing even harder. You let him take all the time he needed. While doing so, you tried to see where you were and how you could, if someone was recording and taking a picture. Fortunately you were almost alone. It was the last flight arriving for today. You feel relieved knowing this won't be used against him by the cruel internet trolls.Â
(...)
The drive home was silent. No music, no speaking. He didn't even look at you the whole ride. He was looking through the window avoiding any contact with society you thought while driving your Audi R8 V10 GT RWD through the illuminated Monaco streets. It was around 9pm. You had cooked for him some home made pasta you knew he adored. You just wanted him to feel better.Â
When you got home, he took his bags to the room with your help. You left his second suitcase next to his wardrobe and saw him lying on the bed.
âI made your fav homemade pasta. Do you want me to bring it here and eat it in bed?â you offered him with a soft voice. He was looking to the ceiling. He did not answer right away, but after a few moments he did.
âI'm not hungry, but thank you. Maybe i'll eat laterâ he said with a deep cracky voice and turned himself in the bed showing you his back. You frowned a bit.Â
He couldn't look at you. He hated that you could see him like this. He was ashamed of himself drawing in self pity and self hatred. He felt he let you down.Â
âAln, did you eat something during the flight at least?â you asked worriedly, walking forward to the bed so you could get closer to him. You sat on the table next to his back looking at him. You didn't want to touch him just because you didn't know if he would want you to. You didn't want to be invasive. You stayed in silence for a few minutes. You understood he didn't eat, that he didn't want to either or speak. So you stood up and let him have his alone time closing the door gently behind your back.
You ate alone that night.in silence just as if you could hear him from your kitchen aisle. The past was really good. You turned off your phone after washing the dishes and tidied the kitchen and living room up. You didn't want to see what social media was saying about your lover before bed. It was already enough scrolling and reading so many people wishing lando to die. That was the hardest part of it all. You left your phone charging on the kitchen counter and went to your shared room. When you entered he was already showered getting into the bed again. You half smiled at him even though he couldn't see you. You put on your pajamas in silence and climbed up the bed. He looked at you while you were getting comfortable next to him.Â
Your eyes met. Any of you said anything. Just looked at each other trying to read each other thought as if that was possible. He licked his dry lips. His eyes turned glassy.
âI messed everything up,â he said almost in a whisper. Your heart is breaking again. You shook your head at him getting closer and bringing him into your chest. You hugged him tightly.
âNo you didnt baby. Sometimes people are just mean, you know? They will interpret things as the wishâ you said softly rubbing his back and arm and caressing his hair gently. He felt a bit better under your frame. He felt protected but as a little kid when missbehaved so now he tries to find comfort. He didn't want to cry.he was trying hard not to let tears stream down his cheeks. You kissed his forehead and made him look at you. âI know you dont wanna talk about it but i love and i am so deeply and entirely proud of youâ you whisper close to his face. You saw him pout and the first tears coming down his face. You hugged him tightly. He hid in your neck and eventually fell asleep. You wanted to set the world on fire for this. You wanted to ruin every single person who says awful things about it. The comments, the media. You wanted to destroy everything and everyone just to protect him. He doesn't deserve this. He is an angel and you can't believe the world could only see the devil in him.Â
Lando tried to sleep but he couldn't. Everytime he closed his eyes, all of the tragic scenes from the race replayed in his mind. How the car felt, the rain, the radio messages, Oscar's voice, comments from his engineer . everything replayed in his head torturing him the worst way possible. He felt like getting down. He felt alone and miserable. He remembered Oscar words replying in his mind over and over again. âYou will eventually make it, mateâ. It was a positive message but he replayed it like a fucking nightmare.Â
What if he never makes it? What if he doesn't have what it takes? What if people are right? What if he is actually a monster and deserves to die? What if he did? Would they like him again or figure him out? Would anyone care about his feelings? Why does it have to be him and not someone else? Why are they all so cruel to him?
He couldn't stop thinking about every single detail about the weekend. He didn't want to celebrate his birthday anymore. He had you there but couldn't look at you. He felt disgusted by himself. He can't control it. He wants to go back into go karts and stop the time when he was actually happy and having fun with his friends. Now that line between friends and enemies is so blurry for him. Max didn't talk to him like before when all of this shit started. He knew Max was really competitive, of course he did, everyone knew it since day 1. But what about their friendship? Lando shit talked, max shit talked. He felt so confused even by his own feelings around this whole shitty situation or championship situation. Whatever you want to call it.Â
(...)
When you woke up the next morning he was gone. You felt kind of confused for a bit. You heard him talking so you guessed he was speaking on the phone. When you got up from bed you walked out the room to find him. When you got closer to the living room you knew he was talking to Max on facetime because you heard his voice.Â
âMorning, guysâ you said, getting into the kitchen for some water to take your thyroid pills. Lando looked at you half-smile.Â
âGood morning babyâ he said as sweetly as he could. You smiled at him. Before coming back to your room to shower and stuff you went and gave him a good morning kiss making Max almost throw up when he saw you in a funny way. You showed him the middle finger and disappeared so he could talk in private with his mate. You respected his place a lot. And i guess thatâs why you understand so much each other.Â
(...)
The following day things got worse. Lando hasn't eaten any meal you prepared for him, didn't even want to have take out or anything. You found him crying in the kitchen and in the garden by the pool of your house. His anxiety was killing him, you knew. The desperation and guilt were eating him alive and you didn't know what to do rather than try to talk and comfort him.
He was sitting on the sofa in the living room. His sight was fixed on the floor without moving. You got alarmed because you knew what was going on. You got close slowly to not trigger him even more. His face was red, his hands sweaty and shaking. You sat on the floor diagonal from him looking at him. Slowly and gently you grabbed his hands trying to capture his brain's attention and get him out of the fog he was in. You were almost sure he was having an anxiety attack and he started because of your touch. You gently rubbed your fingers in his hands. He was out of breath for a moment and you got scared so you tried to do as your therapist told you in case someone you know goes through this.Â
âLan, can you hear me? Try to pay attention to my voice okay? I'm here and I'm with you dull be alrightâ you said really softly trying to make him look at you. You looked for his eyes with your gaze. âItâs not as terrible as you think, baby, I promise. You aren't all of those things people commentâ you used your words carefully. His hands caught your strength and so you reassured him. You saw his pout becoming deeper. You hurt to see him like this. It was so unfair. He doesnt deserve this, god. And he broke. He broke down again. His tears streamed down his face. Sobbing in so much pain. You sat next to him to hug him tightly once more. But now you knew it was worse. He was shaking under your arms.you let him go through this. So he can let go of all of this shit inside him. âI promise lando, you aren't all of those things. People are just mean and cruel. You are a good baby and so talented. Gifted. You have it in you I promise, I can see itâ you tried to comfort him with your words as well, trying to distract your mind from the tragic thought he was dealing with by himself. A few tears fell down your face. It was a hard time. And you were trying to be strong for him.Â
âI'm so stupid I'm sorryâ he sobbed and you shook your head.Â
âNo, Lando, you aren't. I promise okay? Believe me.i know you and you aren't. And this will pass. All the people that know you for real, we love you and we are so proud of you. You had an amazing year. You are fucking fighting a three time world champion, even sooner than he did with lewis back in 2021. Thatâs huge my love. Your dream is near, I just know it. Because I know you, and youâll make it, baby. You didn't let anyone down. You're getting stronger so when you finally make it, all of these moments will make it taste so much better and sweeterâ you explained while rubbing his back. Your words made an effect on him. Heslowly calming down. He didn't want to let you go. He wanted to just stay there in your arms. Where he felt safe and sound. Noone could hurt him there. That was what made him fall for you. You saw him. You knew him. And you care about him. He was finally important for someone for being lando, and not lando norris formula one driver. His past lovers left him feeling confused whether they loved him for him or their idea of him. You came outta nowhere and blew him away. You were brutally honest, no filter yet so gentle and caring with your words. He thought his perfect girl didn't exist but then there was you, listening to him for hours if he needed to. Giving him the best advice and clearing his perspective. Always cheering him up. Cracking jokes so he could distract and feel relaxed. Heknew he was in love with you the moment you offered to give him a ride because he was drunk as well at a new years party. It was normal but the fact that a stranger could do that for him blew his mind. He never admitted afraid people would think itâs weird. But it is what it is. Your smile ended him right there and when you started cracking jokes he didn't want to live in that damn car for the rest of his life. So here you are 4 years later,and you still be the greatest person in the world and the one who knew him the most. He felt your lips on his forehead. For a moment he thought about leaving racing. What if his life was better without it in it? He could go back to Bristol and be with his friends. With you. Maybe start a family and have a normal job so you could spend each day together. He started crying again at that thought. He loved racing but this year was the hardest yet amazing one.Â
He finally calmed down after a few minutes in silence. He looked at you with puppy eyes. You caressed his face gently brushing a few tears falling down still.Â
âWould you be there with me? Could you?â he asked, making you a bit confused. And he noticed. âTo the races. I need you there. Please. To every race and when I become a champion,would you be there with me? You could feel he's scared. You half smiled at him melting as his comment.
âOf course I'll be there, baby. Iâll always be there for and with you. If I could , I would set the whole world on fire just for you. Never doubt it, okay?â he nodded and you pulled him closer to give him so many little kisses around his whole face making him gigle a little.Â
âI love you, y/nâ he said looking at you fondly.
âI love you, lando. Everythingâs gonna be alrightâ you said, assuring him and gave a peck on his lips. âGo have a shower and dress cute im gonna take you out on a date before your birthdayâ you said more lighful to cheer him up and his face lit up.
âReally?â you noddedat him and send him to shower agin funny. Before going with him so yhou both looked facy, you needed to say something to the world. You couldnt stay crossed arms and do nothing about it.Â
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user45: ur as dumb as he is. you cant defend him. he sucks and thats it darling. don lie to yourself.
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You turned off your phone once again. You were already so fed up with it all. Let them talk. You were sure they would choke with their own shit eventually.Â
but continued with the day. Lando was still a little off but he was looking better so maybe he is actually feeling better. You took out to dinner at a restaurant he always dreamed of going to. He was so happy to be there. The food was delicious. It was near the beach though it is colder here so we looked at it through the glass window. You gossip and talk about anything and everything as if everything was alright. And it was a fact it was. Because this is real life. Not social media. A few people stopped you while eating to ask for pictures and Lando said yes every time you even became a photoshoot photographer. Nice people telling him nice things was what he needed right now. Plus, you would never be pissed off by his fans. You were actually grateful for them. Of course, some can be disrespectful but you knew the real one was it. You really embraced Lando's life even though itâs nothing like the life youâd dreamed of to have one day. But he is the boy of your dreams so why would it be a problem.Â
November, 13th
When the clock hit midnight, the restaurant made a cake for him so we all sang him happy birthday. You chose his favorite type of cake. He giggled all nervous and shy. His cheeks red while his eyes showed a little sparkle while watching the candles. He blew them. You recorded the whole thing and took so many pictures. He thanked the staff and staff of the restaurant and they let you enjoy the cake in comfort. Your heart was full to see him a little back again.Â
After The restaurant kicked you out because they needed to close, you decided to do a road trip through the mountains of monaco. You always enjoy a good ride with good music and good company. And you also had sex in the car. You kind of guessed he needed to take his frustrations out somehow because you had the rough sex you really enjoyed. He joked it was his best birthday present making you laugh. He was joking again.Â
âThank youâ he said while gently rubbing your naked chest. You were seated on him. You smiled and leaned for a soft kiss on his lips. You really loved him. And all you wanted for him was happiness and well being. And you would do anything to make sure he is okay.Â
You came back home and had another round of sex. Enjoying yourselves in intimacy. Lando finally fell asleep after a terrible few days, in the calm of your body. His face on your bare chest. You clothed him and fell asleep relieved.
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yourusername: What can I say about you? There's no words that can describe your greatness. Or my feelings for you. I'm so grateful you were born on November 13th. 25 years ago my best friend and the love of my life was brought to this world. And sometimes what unfair is that, right? A world that is so cruel to you. A world that doesn't deserve your greatness and kindness nor your attention. You are the greatest son, brother, uncle, friend and lover. Anyone who says otherwise doesn't actually know you. We are all so lucky that you choose us to spend your time on this world with. Thank you for being who you care. For caring about the people you love and making sure we are alright and happy. Thank you for being the light that you are for so many lives. Thank you for being vulnerable. I admire you so much, lan. You are the strongest and bravest human I know. so honest and open. Anyone who says otherwise, actually, doesn't know you. I know this is not the best birthday of your life, but I promise you I'll try to make it better. Thank you for being who you are to me. I promise I see you and I care. You're the love of my life. And I'm so lucky you love me over any other human out there. So happy birthday to the prettiest and most genuine, real, fun, kind, warm person I have the chance to call mine everyday. Hope you have the best day you can have right now. Thatâs the least you deserve. I love you forever bestie. Donât ever change.
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So you had a master plan for Lando's birthday. You went to the Hilton hotel for some coffee with Max and Lando of course. We lied and said pietra couldn't make it because she had a meeting and Lando believed. Truth was, you have contacted all of his friends and arregened flights so everyone could make it to Monaco on time. Pietra was the one in your house. You left her a spare key yesterday evening after coffee with alex. You gave her the directions and the idea of what you wanted while you and Max distracted Lando until 7pm, she decorated the house and received all of his friends. Lando had no clue of what was going on but he was so happy it was the second cake you brought to him. You recorded the moment and seeing him smile made your heart melt.Â
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landonorris: I love you greatest girlfriend there to exist. Thank u for everything and specially for making this day so much better. Ur an Angel â€ïžâđ©č
‷ yourusername: I love u more Angel â€ïžâđ©č the least you deserve is to be loved and happy.
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Landostan: THANK U FOR EXISTING AND TAKING SUCH CARE OF HIM UR A QUEEN I LOVE U WE LOVE U
carlossainz55: ur the best đ«¶đ»
‷ yourusername: te extraño hermano we need to double date with Rebecca again asap!
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When 7pm came around we all âdecidedâ to go to your house and eat pizza for dinner. Lando even said to me that they could do a stream and have fun for a bit. You agreed and all knowing that wasn't gonna happen. The ride home was so much fun. You spent the 20 minute ride screaming a one direction song from the top of your lungs. You sang Lando âthrough the darkâ And he sang âYou and iâ.it was lovely, Max almost threw up when you kissed. Luckily he was driving so he hadn't watched much of your pda.Â
You got out of the car trying to play it cool though you were so nervous. You saw Max texting Pietra that you were close.the lights were off. And silent. Your nervousness took over you when you tried to open the door but let the keys fall nervously. Thankfully Max and Lando were discussing which type of pizza they would order. Finally you opened the door, lando behind you and so you turned on the lights.
Everyone jumped from everywhere saying happy birthday in unison. Yoursmile was so big but when you saw lando his smile was even bigger.
âSurprise!â you said and lando was still processing it. But when his friend started hugging him he started crying out of joy. He thought his friends weren't coming this year because of their busy schedule.but that was a lie you made them tell so lando wouldn suspect anything. Fortunately, they all kept the secret safe. Lando was so happy.Â
You all spent the night playing poker, drinking gin and tonics and surrounded by laughter and love. In the moment, around everybody, you felt lucky to be there. Especially to be in landos life. Everyone was so sweet and good just like him. He deserves the world.
Everyone went home around 2 am. You were exhausted and tipsy at the end of the night. So you put your pajamas on and sled straight on the bed. Lando wrapped his arms around your waist.
âThank you for everything. It was a great birthday. Thank u for always taking care of me always.you make me the happiestâ he said under a whisper looking at you. He looked so gorgeous with that little smile and tired eyes. You stroked his cheek gently, smiling.Â
âYou deserve to be happy darling. You are unstoppable. Better days at work will come,I know.but im grateful that you have so much love surrounding you. I love youâ he smiled widely listening to you and leaned to kiss you with so much feelings and passion. You were the greatest thing that ever happened to him and also the greatest decision he has ever made when he asked you out.
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f1gossipofficial: here it is @/yourusername at the McLaren garage ready for fp1 cheering for his 4 year boyfriend @/landonorris! Lando was asked about the whole drama around the Brazil gp and his birthday and her statement and he said âIâm lucky to have her. I would set the world on fire for her. So yeah. We are the same that is why we work so well. It was a great birthday though. She brought my whole group of friend to Monaco for a poker night so yeahâ also he said that if it wasnât for her he wouldâve collapsed on his overthinking but thankfully she was there. We love a power couple on the grid!! What do we think about all of this? #LasVegasGP2024
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User1873: they are both the same shit tbh
User23: I LOVE THEM GREATEST COUPLE ON THE GRID
User29873: I donât like lando but she cute supporting him like that. I saw she gave a kiss to him before getting into the car. They seem in love!
‷ Usrr988: I KNOW TIGHT I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY I CAUGHT THAT KISS IN THE OFFICIAL TRANSMISSION
Yourbff: she is the greatest person you would know!! Letâs go lan!!!
User564: Max will win the dwc and NOTHING would change that or move me so
User90: omg she is so pretty
y/nstan: how lucky lando is to have her. She is always the sweetest to all of his fans. And also funny. Such a queen!
User897: where are the pictures of them arriving together????????! I NEED THEM
‷ user45: so iconic need to marry asap
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It was the day. The day you were back to media duties. Back to being a target for social media. Back supporting your boyfriend no matter what. You even went on media day to be there for him if he needed it. You chatted with everyone around to entertain yourself while he was doing interviews.Â
Oscar helped a lot and the whole McLaren team to make Lando feel safe and actually enjoy the weekend. You Were grateful for it. At least they decided not to be dicks in front of his face.Â
Fp1 was about to start and you were proudly there in the garage to cheer on him. You were also anxious because you felt things almost like him and this competition is rather never racking. You kissed him gently but shortly. A good luck kiss before getting into the car. He smiled widely.Â
âGo be the best you can be. Youâre greatâ you told him sweetly.
âI'll try my best to impress you,â he replied, letting go of your hand.Â
âYou already do everyday babeâ you said smiling making him grin before walking into the car to start the first session of the weekend.Â
You watched from there how fp1 unfolded hoping this would be a great weekend.
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how seventeen would act with reader having daddy issues
WARNINGS: it may be sensitive to some people, and there are mentions of past traumas and family issues. mostly of it is basically, seventeen and their family taking care of you <3
a/n: this was an ask that was in my inbox for a long time, sorry about this đ„ș and worse, I was writing it, and the light have gone off, so ivĂ© lost the drabble and I cant find in my inbox, I just know that it was from my bestie hannieween, sorry about the long time đ„șđ I hope you like it
seungcheol: already planning how to spoil you just to make up for what you didnât get. this man would not let you suffer through those awkward, tense family reunions. the second you even hint at feeling uncomfortable, heâs pulling you out of there and taking you straight to his familyâs place. his dad, a total sweetheart. heâs the type to sit you down, ask how youâre doing, and genuinely listen. and thatâs when it hits youâthis is where seungcheol gets his protective streak. his dadâs got the same energy, always making sure youâre taken care of. itâs like youâre part of their family now, and honestly, it feels better than anything youâve ever known.
jeonghan: heâs sneaky about it, but in the most loving way. like, he knows youâve got that hole where support should be, and heâs filling it without making it obvious. heâd get his mom and dad to invite you over for a casual dinner, but then itâs all about you. âoh, y/n loves pasta, mom,â heâd say, nudging you under the table when you get shy. his parents adore you, and jeonghanâs sitting back, watching you laugh at his dadâs corny jokes with this smug little grin, like, yeah, thatâs my baby.
joshua: heâd plan random trips to his familyâs place, just so you can hang out with his mom. like, one weekend, youâre baking cookies with his mom, and the next, youâre playing guitar with his uncle. josh is always hovering, making sure youâre comfortable, but lowkey beaming when he sees you getting along with his family. heâs super patient, tooâhe never pushes, just waits for you to open up when youâre ready. and when you do... heâs holding your hand, whispering, âsee? they love you, just like i do.â
junhui: heâd make sure you feel like you belong there too. heâd take you home during the holidays, and suddenly, his momâs treating you like her own kid. jun would sit next to you at dinner, quietly making sure youâre okay, squeezing your hand under the table whenever he notices you getting overwhelmed. heâs just sitting there, watching it all unfold, thinking, yeah, this is what you deserve.
hoshi: this man would straight-up share his dad with you. like, heâd plan trips for the three of youâfishing, hiking, picnics, you name it. and heâd be so proud when you start opening up to his dad. he gets that itâs gonna take time, but when he sees you laughing at his dadâs terrible puns, heâs smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. sometimes, when hoshiâs away for schedules, youâd even hang out with his dad without him. heâll be texting you like, âmy dad loves you more than me now đ.â and even when heâs away for work, his family still makes time for you, calling you over to hang out or have dinner.
woozi: jihoonâs not big on family talk, but he knows you are, and he gets it. instead of dragging you into his family stuff, he makes a point of creating a new kind of support for you. like, you want to skip a stressful family dinner? cool, youâre spending the night at his place, binge-watching your favorite shows and eating takeout. heâs not one for big gestures, but he makes sure you always know youâre not alone. his quiet, steady presence is the comfort you never knew you needed.
wonwoo: heâd just sit there, letting you talk, and then hit you with the most thoughtful response ever, like, âyou didnât deserve that, but you deserve everything good now. let me be that for you.â giving you the worldâs warmest hug, heâd probably start joking about being your emotional support cat forever.
minghao: he fully believes in breaking cycles, so heâs the guy who helps you redefine what family even means. heâd take you to meet his ambient, his friends, his family, everywhere where he KNOWS you'll be taken care off. heâd also start little traditions with you, like Sunday morning walks or trying new restaurants, just to build something stable and comforting for you. he's not trying to be your dadâof course. but he's trying to make programs that he remembered doing with his dad and that somehow, marked his trajectory. he wants you to experience that too.
mingyu: when shit gets heavy, he doesnât try to fix it all at onceâhe just sits with you, lets you cry on his shoulder, strokes your hair, and whispers, âyouâre not alone, okay? youâve got me.â when youâre ready, heâs like, ânow, what do you want to do about it?â and heâll back you no matter what. heâll drag you out to do the most random shitâkaraoke, late-night drives, baking cookies at 2 a.m.âjust so youâre not stuck in your head. and when you thank him later, heâs like, âwho, me? nah nah.â
seokmin: he is the kind of guy whoâll carry youâliterally. if youâre overwhelmed, heâll scoop you up like you weigh nothing and plant you on the couch with snacks, a blanket, and whatever dumb movie he picked. âyou donât need to do anything today,â he says, plopping down beside you with the softest smile. but also, he wonât sugarcoat things, but he also doesnât let you get stuck in negative self-talk. âyouâre worth more than what he made you feel.â
seungkwan: got a sixth sense for this kinda thing. you donât even have to say the wordsâhe knows. heâs the type to gently steer the convo every time someone in your family says something shitty, or heâll swoop in with some sarcastic-ass joke to take the heat off you. but when itâs just the two of you, heâs soft as hell, cuddling you, stroking your hair, and reminding you that heâs your safe space now. heâd probably even offer to go with you to therapy, just to sit there and hold your hand.b
vernon: heâll say the goofiest shit to make you laughâlike doing terrible impressions of your least favorite family members or purposely messing up on kendama. doesnât even try to hide how much he loves you. when youâre down, heâs the type to turn everything into a youâre amazing campaign. random notes in your bag, impromptu âyouâre so coolâ chants, and hugs so tight they might crack your ribs.
chan: babyâs the sweetest. heâs lowkey hurt that youâve had to deal with that kind of stuff, so he makes it his mission to show you what love and support really look like. chanâs family would love you, and heâd be so excited to share them with you. heâd plan little visits where itâs just you, him, and his parents, so itâs not overwhelming. later, heâd check in, like, âdid you have fun? was it okay?â because all he wants is for you to feel loved and safe.
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Practice makes perfect | Leah Williamson x Reader
Where you and Leah practised kissing each other to prepare for kissing boys, but you quickly realise that after that you don't want to kiss anyone but her
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As the only two girls on the boys' team growing up, you and Leah clicked right away. Football brought you together, but it was everything else about her that kept you close. Not many people had stuck around in your life the way Leah had. From meeting at six years old to now, a decade later, she was still your best friend.
The football dream was becoming reality for the both of you. The young Lionesses and Arsenal Academy were where you spend most of your time besides school or each otherâs houses. The two of you were inseparable and everyone knew it. Where you went Leah went, and visa versa.
âRemember when we were like twelve and we practised kissing?â Leah asks you out of nowhere while youâre sitting in her bed and playing video games. You think back to the moment.
It was a similar situation to this one, you were having a sleepover and had just finished watching a romcom. âHow do you know if youâre gonna be a good kisser if youâve never kissed someone before?â Leah asked with a voice filled with curiosity.Â
âI have no clue. Why donât they show those parts in the movies?â You turned off the tv and pulled the covers further over your body. âExactly! Like when I kiss a guy for the first time, I want to make sure that like I can kiss him properly, you know?âÂ
You nodded, understanding her concerns. âWhat if we practised kissing together? Then we can tell each other if weâre any good.â Leah loved your idea and instantly sat up in bed again. âYou are brilliant!âÂ
She made you sit up as well and once you did she double checked if it was okay. When you nodded in confirmation, she leaned in and pecked your lips. âHow did I do?â She instantly asked. âGood I think, what about me?â She smiled proudly, âNice, you as well.âÂ
You had practised a couple more times that night, and when you both liked boys, you had practised some more so that the first kisses you would have with them would be perfect.
âYeah, I remember.â In the meantime Leah had paused the game to fully focus on the conversation she wanted to have. âI was wondering if maybe we could practise something again.â
âWhat do you want to practise?â You asked to urge her to go on. âWell, I heard from some girls in our class that theyâve been making out with their boyfriends, and they talked about how it goes and everything, but even with that information I donât feel even remotely ready to just make out with a guy. So, I thought that maybe, if youâre up for it of course, we could practise like we did before?â
Even with the introduction Leah gave, her question still caught you off guard. Leahâs hopeful eyes were hard to ignore while you thought about her question. âJust so we donât totally embarrass ourselves when the time comes.â
"Yeah, exactly! I donât want to make things weird between us though, you can totally say no.â She quickly added. âItâs not weird.â you said shifting to sitting cross-legged, facing Leah, on her bed. âWeâre just practising.â
Leahâs face lit up with relief, âExactly, Just practising.â She turned to sit cross-legged as well. She told you how your classmates had described making out, so you were both on the same page.Â
âSo, eh,â you cleared your throat, âdo we just go for it?â Leah let out a nervous laugh, âI guess so?â You nodded, which Leah took as her sign to start leaning in. She inched closer slowly, until her lips brushed yours.Â
At first she just pecked your lips like you had practised before. Your heart started beating faster, but you didnât understand why. Her soft, warm lips on yours felt familiar, yet somehow different. âStill okay?â She asked to make sure you wanted to do this as well. âYeah.â
You leaned in this time and let your lips move in sync with hers. Your heart thudded loudly in your chest as Leah reached out her hand and cupped your cheek to pull you a little closer.Â
When she pulled back after a few moments, her eyes searched yours. âHow was that?âÂ
Your brain felt like it was running a million miles an hour, and you were scrambling to find words. âGood.â You managed finally. âWhat about me?â Leahâs lips quirked into that proud smile she had done last time, âGood too.âÂ
A feeling came over you that you had never felt before, you couldnât quite place it, but before you could overthink it, Leah was leaning in again. âPractice makes perfect, right?â she said softly, and when you didnât move away, her lips were on yours again.
That night while Leah slept soundly besides you, your mind wouldnât stop racing. Trying to make sense of what you were feeling.Â
It wasnât until a few weeks later when you saw Leah kiss a boy in your class, that you realised what was happening. The moment you saw the two of them together, you felt a pang of jealousy. All you knew in that moment was that you werenât jealous of Leah in that moment, but you were jealous of him.Â
You turned on your heels and got away from the situation as quickly as possible. Of course, you headed straight over to the football field. The one place where everything felt right. You mustâve spent hours kicking a ball around until your parentâs called asking when youâd be home. âNo Leah tonight?â Your mom had asked when you walked in, seemingly without the blonde by your side. You hadnât even thought about it, but usually Leah would join you on Fridays. âEh, no not tonight.â You say quickly. âDo I have time for a quick shower?â Your mom nodded and you rushed to your room.Â
You checked your phone and sure enough you had a bunch of messages from Leah. The last one read I hope everything is alright. Couldnât find you at school so I headed home. Please text me back!
You didnât text Leah back that night, or the next morning. It wasnât that you were mad at her, of course you werenât, you didnât think you ever could be, but you just didnât know what to say. Every time you thought about her, you saw that boyâs lips on hers. Every time you saw it play back in your mind, it made your chest ache.
But Leah was Leah. Persistent, stubborn, and your best friend. So, it didnât take her long to just show up at your house unannounced.Â
âYouâve been avoiding me.â She stated from your doorframe, after your dad had let her in. She found you laying on the floor with one of your textbooks in front of you, trying to bury yourself into your homework. âWhatâs going on?âÂ
You glanced at her and then quickly focused back on your textbook. âNothing.â Leah shook her head and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. âLiar.â She sighed, âDid I do something wrong?â
âNo!â You said a little too quickly and defensive for Leah to believe it. She crossed her arms and leaned against your door, studying you like she was trying to solve a puzzle. âI just need some space.â You said softly, unable to meet her eye.
âSince when do we do space?â Her voice softened. She walked further into your room and sat down on the edge of your bed. âCome on, talk to me.â
You wanted to. You wanted to tell her everything. You always told Leah everything, but how could you tell her about your feelings? How could you tell her that you were jealous of a guy she kissed? Talk about the way your heart raced when you made eye contact with her?Â
âIâm fine, Lee.â You forced a smile, but it didnât quite reach your eyes and Leah could tell. You saw that she was fighting her inner monologue to press further, her lips parting like she was about to. Before she could say anything, your mother yelled upstairs, âLeah, honey, are you staying for dinner?â
Leah turned to you, âDo you want me to go?â You shake your head, âNo, itâs okay. You can stay.â She opened the door and told your mom she would love to before turning back to you. âIâm gonna help her with dinner, you know, so you can have some more space.â This time you noticed her smile not fully reaching her eyes, but before you could say anything, she had already closed the door behind herself.
You stopped ignoring Leah, because you knew she would just find a way in, but that didnât mean that your interactions were any less awkward, well at least for you. From Leahâs side it seemed like nothing had happened, while you questioned every interaction you had with her.
When she laughed at your jokes, or let her hand linger on your arm or leg, everything made your skin feel like it was on fire.
A few weeks later Leah was picking out her prom outfit with her mom. She had tried on a bunch of dresses, but none of them seemed to be what she was looking for. Today was the last chance of finding something, since prom was literally tonight. So, Amanda was determined to spend the whole morning driving from store to store until they found something.
It was the third store of the morning where Leahâs eyes fell on a baby blue suit, and she knew instantly that that was going to be the one. Her mom encouraged her to put it on, and the smile on her daughterâs face was exactly the reason why she had.
âThis is going to be the one!â Leah said as she admired the suit in the mirror. âItâs lovely Leah Cathrine.â Leah smiled big, âThank you.â After paying for the clothes, the pair headed back to the car.
âOh mom, I wanted to ask if you could drive y/n and me tonight.â Her momâs brow furrowed. âDarling of course I would, but I thought y/n wasnât going?â Leah looks at her mom as if she was crazy. âWhat makes you think that?â
âOh well, because thatâs what she said yesterday. She said she wasnât really feeling up to going.â Leah didnât understand, you hadnât told her anything. âBut she was so excited about it and had her outfit picked out like months ago already. Do you know why she isnât going?â
Amanda shakes her head, âI donât know.â Leah was quick to respond. âYou didnât push further?â Amanda chuckles lightly, âNo, thatâs more your thing, darling.â
Leah sat back in the seat and crossed her arm, going over what she could do. âCan you drive me to her place tonight?â She nodded, âSure, darling.â
You were watching a movie in your sweats when you heard a knock on the door. When you opened the door, Leah stood in front of you with a small bouquet of flowers. âWhat are you doing here? Arenât you supposed to be at prom?â
âI could ask you the same thing.â Leah shoots back instantly. âIâm not going Lee, you should still go though. Iâm sure your boyfriend would like you to be there.â
âBoyfriend?â Leah steps inside and closes the door behind her. âWhat are you talking about? I donât have a boyfriend.â You shrug your shoulders, âI saw you and Steve kiss, figured you two were together.â
âOh no definitely not.â Leah said defensively, âHe kissed me, and I told him that I wasnât interested.â You searched her eyes for anything to prove what she was saying wrong, but she seemed sincere. âOh.â
âSo, come to prom with me?â Leah said, holding out the bouquet to you. âSorry, Lee, I canât.â She retracted the flowers reluctantly. âWhy not?â
Her question hung in the air. Again you wanted to tell her, but you just couldnât. âI just canât, please drop it.â But Leah was Leah and there wasnât any scenario in which she would drop this. âI wonât drop it. Youâve been excited about your outfit, the music, the pictures. Youâve been talking about prom non-stop for months and now youâre here in sweats not going. Please just tell me whatâs going on. If I did something, let me in and let me fix it.â Her plea sounded desperate.
âYou didnât do anything wrong, and there is nothing you can fix.â You sighed in frustration, wishing she would just drop it. âDid someone else do something? Please just tell me whatâs going on.â
âFine, okay, Iâll tell you.â Leah focussed on you instantly, not having expected you to break so soon. âI canât go to prom with you because ever since we practised making out, all I can think about is wanting to kiss you again.âÂ
Your eyes were looking anywhere but Leah, not ready to see the way she would react to that confession. âPlease look at me.â She slowly reached up her hand to your cheek to turn your head to face her. You expected anger, disgust, or even hurt in her eyes, but instead you were met with softness.Â
âYou know the reason I told Steve I wasnât interested?â You shook your head. âItâs because after he kissed me, I felt nothing. Which was a stark opposite to how I felt when we kissed. I swear it was just practise when I asked you, but I think that was exactly what I needed to realise my feelings for you.â Leah confessed.Â
You stare at her for a moment, taking in the confession. She liked you the same way that you liked her? The corners of your lips slowly rose as it was all coming together in your head. And then without hesitation, you lean in and kiss her for real this time. She kissed you back instantly, and pulled you closer like she had done last time. It felt even better than your time practising, now knowing your feelings for each other.
When Leah pulled away, she leaned her forehead against yours. âSo, prom?â Your smile grew. âYes, just let me get changed.âÂ
You rushed to your room and quickly got ready. âWow, you look amazing!â Leah said as you walked back downstairs. âSo do you!â You pecked her lips appreciatively. She took your hand and pulled you out the door where her mom was still waiting in the driveway. âReady to go to prom, girls?â She knew by your happy faces that whatever was going on between the two of you these past weeks, was resolved. âYeah, more than ready.â You said and Leah squeezed your hand. âYeah, letâs go.â
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The Heart-lifter, ft. Red Velvet Seulgi
tags: blowjob, anal teasing, first time anal
length: 10k
author's note: This fic was built on an idea sent by an anon, and this is a good opportunity to say that even though you can send ideas (complete with a plot or not), I decide whether I'll write it, and if I do end up writing it, I get to decide the way the plot progresses. I hope that won't discourage people from submitting their ideas.
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Seulgi lowers the bill of her cap as she eyes this convenience store for the perfect opportunity for a quick in-and-out snatch.
âFuck, am I really doing this?â Different versions of this question have been running amuck in her head, and for a good reason, too: Seulgi used to be standing on stage with bright lights shining on her, but ever since her agency folded, she was forced to do things that she normally wouldnât (i.e. stealing) just so that she can get her hands on most-needed daily essentials.
Seulgiâs heart races: what if she gets caught? What if the police get involved? What ifâ âAh, fuck it, I donât have any other options.â Her good conscience tries so hard to convince her that there are other options, but no matter how much itâs trying to make Seulgi stop, she simply wonât, and as sheâs approaching the shop, she puts on a mask and zips up her jacket to conceal herself better.
Once sheâs in, she takes a few laps around the shop and takes mental notes of where the desired items are: soju is in the glass fridge at the back, pads and soaps are on the shelves in a nearby aisle, and finally, makeup are on the shelves across in the same aisle. âDo I want snacks as well?â Seulgi tries to estimate the size of the items she wants since they will all need to fit around her body, inside the jacket thatâs not too big to begin with. âMaybe I can fit a pack of Oreo or two,â she thinks.
She stands in front of the big fridge, and the way the glass door is showing her reflection makes her question herself once more. Seulgiâs eyes wander off her target and shift towards her feet. âFuck, mama would be so sad if she knew about this.â
âExcuse me, miss,â a voice snaps her out of her trance, âI want to grab something, so can you please move a little?â Her first instinct is to say sorry and step back, but she manages to stop herself from speaking just in time. Thereâs a possibility that this woman might recognize her based on hearing her voice, so she simply nods and moves away from the fridge.
Seulgi takes a momentary shelter in an aisle thatâs full of instant noodles. Her eyes happen to land on a pack of instant carbonara ramen that she loves. âI used to be able to afford boxes of this thing at once,â she thinks as she holds one in the air. She hears the fridgeâs door closing and guesses that the woman is done grabbing whatever. âAlright, letâs not second-guess this.â
With renewed certainty, she makes her way back to the fridge and, without thinking twice, snatches a bottle of soju. After hiding it inside her jacket, she proceeds to go to another aisle to get some sanitary products. Seulgi has half a dozen items hidden underneath her jacket now, and as tempting as it is to get more stuff, she doesnât want to risk it even further. âThatâs it for now.â Seulgi fast-walks towards the exit, and as luck would have it, a bunch of other people are also about to exit, so if the alarms were to trip, no one would be able to point at her directly.
True enough, the shopâs alarms start blaring as soon as she walks out of the door, but she stays calm so that people wonât be too suspicious. Seulgi immediately makes a left turn into an alley, and that is when she starts running, hugging herself tightly as she does to prevent the stolen items from falling out. âCâmon, Kang Seulgi; you can make it home safely.â
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âThank you so much, miss,â you say as you take a cup of hot chocolate and a triangle kimbap from the server. âOf course, sirâcome back again soon!â With a smile, you step away from the register and make your way towards the exit.
You take a sip from the paper cup, and your body immediately feels the warmth from the hot chocolate that serves as a salvation on this cold night. âOh my God, thatâs so good.â You set your hot chocolate on the hood of your car so that you can shift your attention to this warm triangle on your other hand.
âAlright, letâs see if their spicy tuna is actually spicy,â you say to yourself as you free the kimbap of its packaging. The taste of the first bite makes you let out a sigh of satisfaction; not only is the tuna filling properly spicy, but itâs also very flavorful. âIâm about to fucking bust from this,â you think.
You pull out your phone and take a picture of the cafĂ©âs exteriorâ âOh, Iâm so sorry.â You turn around to see who just hit you. âAre you okay, miss?â You canât see her face, but she gives you some rapid nods. Youâre a little surprised when you see some soaps falling out of her jacket. âLet me grab that for you, miss.â
You bend down and pick up the soaps, but her hands are too busy hugging herself when youâre trying to hand them back. âC-can you put them in my front pockets, please?â You finally hear the womanâs voice. âSure.â You lift the tabs that are covering her pockets and fill each pocket with a bar of soap.
âHereâ" You hear a short static from your earpiece, thus interrupting your speech. âUnit 318, 10-40. 10-20, 102 South Boulevard. 10-21, complainant reports of a theft from the shop theyâre working at. 10-12, await further information.â You keep your eyes on the woman as you wait for the rest of the call. â10-35, suspect is a female, wearing a brown jacket and a cap of similar color.â
The call finishes right as the woman begins walking away from you, but you manage to halt her by gripping her shoulder. âNot so fast, missâwait a moment, please?â You lift the left side of your coat to talk into the radio hidden underneath it. âThis is unit 318â10-4, will respond directly to South Boulevard.â
You pull her closer towards your car, and that is when you see that sheâs shaking. âAre you cold, miss?â She simply shakes her head to your question, still not making eye contact with you. Youâre quite confident that the call was about this woman whoâs standing right in front of you, but obviously you canât just arrest people based on gut feelings alone, so, âMiss, I have some questions for you, so please get in the car.â
With little resistance, the woman enters your car from the back door that youâre opening for her and takes a seat in the back of your police car. Once sheâs seated comfortably, you sit on the driverâs seat and lock the doors. âMiss,â your voice is stern as intended, âwill you please tell me your business, or do I need to take you back to the station first?â âD-do I not have t-the right to remain silent?â You nod as you turn on your siren. âWell, the station it is.â
You havenât driven too far from the spot of arrest when the woman cracks. âO-officer,â she calls to you, âI-I give upâlook, I-Iâll confess.â You make a quick stop on the side of the road. âYes?â From the rear-view mirror, you see that the woman lets go of her jacket, and you see the pile of items hidden underneath it.
âI-I took some stuff from a convenience store.â You try to stay focused despite her curves that have been exposed to your eyes. âThose are daily necessities, arenât they, miss?â She nods. âI-I donât have money, sir, s-so I took them.â âYouâre aware that itâs a crime, arenât you?â She nods again. âP-please, officer, I-I need these things.â You sigh as you think aboutâwait, what is there to think about? Itâs obvious that she has committed a crime. âLook, letâs get to the station firstâwe can talk more there.â âNo, no, noâofficer, please!â
Youâre surprised to see that the woman has taken off her cap and mask. âHuh, Iâve seen you somewhere,â you mindlessly comment, âwait, youâre Kang Seulgiâyouâre a celebrity, arenât you?â The woman promptly breaks eye contact. âI-I was, officer; m-my agency went bankrupt.â âSo, you had to shoplift to get stuff?â She nods. âI-Iâm sorry, I-I shouldâve known better.â You palm your forehead, oddly stressed about the fact that a celebrity (formerly, as she claims) has committed theft for such simple items.
âCan you keep a secret, Miss Kang, because Iâm about to put my career on the line for you.â Youâre a little startled when you feel her wrapping her arms around you from the back seat. âOf course I can, officer; I swear on everything that Iâll keep this between you and me.â You chuckle, and it might have come across as suspicious. âYou donât even know what Iâm about to do, do you?â âW-well, thatâs true,â she takes a moment to think, ây-youâre not going to rape me, are you, officer?â Youâve never heard something that absurd in your life before, especially in your career in the police force. âNo, Iâm notâare you out of your mind?â
You turn your head to the side so that you can see her in your peripheral vision. âWeâre going to go back to the store and return those items,â you start, âafter that, weâre going to go to another store, and Iâll buy you whatever you need.â Seulgi wraps her arms more tightly around you. âYes, officerâthank you so much!â
You start driving again when Seulgi lets go of the hug. âIâm so fucking cooked,â you think, âcanât believe Iâd see a celebrity shoplift.â âOfficer,â you hear her say, âc-can I ask what your name is?â You nod. âKang Hyunwoo, Criminal Investigation,â you briefly introduce yourself, âmy family knows me better as Aiden, though; Iâm of foreign descent, you see.â âWe have the same last name?â You nod again. âThatâs how itâs intended for us.â
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Before long, you arrive at the store Seulgi stole from. âWait here, okay?â You donât wait for an answer and hop out of the car with the stolen goods in your hands. âExcuse me, excuse me,â you say as you make your way towards the front of the line. âHello, my name is Kang Hyunwoo from the Metropolitan Police,â you introduce yourself to the staff, âIâm not too familiar with your system, but Iâm here to return the stolen items.â The staff thanks you for your help and tries giving you a shopping voucher, but you politely decline. âThank you, but that wonât be necessary,â you say.
 You quickly return to your car, and youâre glad to see that Seulgi didnât drive away with your government-issued car. âYou know, officer,â she says, âit was bold of you to leave a criminal alone in a running carâI couldâve driven away.â You chuckle. âI trust you more than Iâd like to admit, Seulgi-yah.â
It is when you get in your seat that you realize that you might have been too friendly with her. âAnyway,â you clear your throat, âwe still have some business at the station.â Seulgiâs face turns sour. âI-I thought you were going to buy me some stuff?â âSorry, but that was a bait.â Seulgi gulps to swallow the anxiety thatâs stuck in her throat. âC-can you just not let me go?â You shake your head. âIâm afraid not.â
âDaddy, please.â
You immediately turn your head towards her. âWhat did you just say?â âPlease donât turn me in, daddy,â she puts quite the emphasis on the name, thus making your jaw drop. âWhat the fuck are you talking aboutâwhy are you calling me that?â Seulgi takes off her jacket, thus exposing the tight-fit top that sheâs wearing and showing you her perfect curves. âGive me a chance to change your mind, daddyâitâll be worth your time, I swear.â âYouâre not giving up your body to escape the law, are you?â Seulgi leans closer towards you, giving you a peek into her cleavage. âNo, daddy; Iâm giving up my body for you.â
âGoodness me,â you think. Youâre oddly and seriously debating whether youâd turn a blind eye to crime in favor of sleeping with the criminal who happens to be a celebrity. âYouâre dangerous, Miss Kang.â Seulgi shakes her head in protest. âStop talking so formally, daddy; Iâm yours for tonight, yâknow.â Youâre so unfocused that you press the ignition button again and shut off the running car. âHeh, I can tell when a guy is sold on an idea.â With red cheeks, you turn on the car again and immediately start driving. âWeâre going to my place, baby.â âOh, thatâs exactly what I want, daddyâyouâre going to take me to your place and fuck me until the sun rises again.â
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âWear your cap and jacket again, Seulgi-yah,â youâve dropped the formality with her, âwouldnât want to be seen running around with a cop, would you?â Seulgi looks at you blankly, making you confused. âYes?â She shakes her head. âNothing.â She puts on her identity concealment instruments as youâve requested and follows you towards your apartment.
Seulgi quickly lets out a wow as she enters your apartment. âWhat a nice apartment.â You chuckle. âIâm sure a celebrity like you lives in a better place than this.â âI used toânot anymore, though,â she corrects you. âFallen from grace, huh?â You say it with your back turned around, so you miss the way Seulgiâs face turns sour when she hears your words, only catching it when you look at her again.
You move to stand in front of her. âSorry, I didnât mean to say it like that.â Seulgi shows you a pretty smile. âItâs okay; I got what you meant.â She tries to hug you but gets confused when she doesnât feel the shape of your body, thus tapping your body to figure out whatâs wrong. âThereâs some equipment underneath my jacket, baby,â you let the name slip out. Seulgi chuckles. âYeah, shouldâve thought about that first.â
You step away from her so that you can take off your jacket, and when itâs off, Seulgi can see your handgun and a pair of handcuffs that you keep on each side of the shoulder holster. âAh, so those were in the way,â she says, and you simply nod is response. âLet me sort this out first, and then Iâll come back to you, okay?â
You unload your firearm and put it in the safe along with the magazine after making sure there is no bullet in the chamber. After that, you hang your jacket and holster on the wall hooks behind the bedroom door.
âAlright, so, what now?â You invite Seulgi to sit on the sofa. âYouâre here right now because you want to escape the law, and to do that, you want to offer your body to me,â you donât bother sugarcoating your words. âYou donât have to be so crass, though,â she says in a sad tone. You slowly reach for her knee, placing your hand on it. âIâm sorry; Iâve never been good with words.â
Your heart jumps a little when Seulgi places her hand on yours. âI wish we could talkâyâknow, about ourselves.â âI mean, we can,â you say, âIâm off-duty right now, so at the moment, this is your safe space, and youâre safe with me.â She lets out a chuckle. âDidnât you try to arrest me just minutes ago?â You also let out a chuckle. âWell, that was Officer Kang Hyunwoo from the Metropolitan Policeâat this moment, Iâm just 32-year-old Kang Hyunwoo.â âOh, youâre 32? My groupâs leader is 33,â she says. You laugh. âI knowâI mean, your group was famous.â
Joyfulness disappears from Seulgiâs face, and in turn, it disappears from yours as well. âUnnie would be so disappointed if she heard about this.â Â âI wish you hadnât tried all that, and Iâm not saying this as a law enforcer.â âWhat was I supposed to do, though? Should have I just asked someone to buy stuff for me?â âHonestly, I wouldâve bought those things for you.â
Your heartrate jumps again when Seulgi puts her head on your shoulder. âWill you date me?â Her question doesnât help you calm down. âS-sorry?â âI promise Iâll be a good girl for you, oppa,â she pulls out a new endearment for you. You fight the hesitation in your head and wrap an arm around her shoulder. âI have no question that youâre a good girl, but donât you think you deserve someone better?" âAre you not a good person, oppa?â âI think Iâm alrightâIâm not perfect, you know.â âWe canât chase perfection in this world, oppa, especially when it comes to falling in love.â
It doesnât take too much to make up your mind. âSo, girlfriend, hey?â Seulgi grins. âI mean, I could be yours if youâd let your guard down and let me enter your heart.â You take a few deep breaths as you get ready to say this sentence that your brain has come up with, and with every second passing, you can feel conviction filling your head rather rapidly.
âI love you.â
Youâve never been so nervous to say such a short sentence before.
âSay it again?â
âI love you, babyâI love you with all my heart.â
Seulgi lifts her head off your shoulder and looks at you in the eyes. âI love you too, oppa, and thank you for the sweet words.â
You hesitantly reach for her chin, hoping that sheâll let you kiss her. âI know what you want, oppa.â She slaps your hand away and comes in quickly for a kiss, and right now, all you can think about is how soft her lips are.
Seulgi finds your hand without looking and guides it towards her tits. âTouch me here,â she softly whispers, and youâre eager to do just that. The cream top sheâs wearing is so soft to the touch, and combine that with her perfect-sized tits, it feels like youâre dreamingânever in your life have you ever thought about being able to do this with someone like her.
Having had enough of your lips, Seulgi breaks the tangle. âOppa,â she calls to you, âpromise me this isnât a one-night thing.â You shake your head, but gesture alone isnât enough for Seulgi as she demands a verbal answer. âNo, baby, itâs not a one-night stand; I want to be with you until youâre sick of me.â She laughs. âI wonât get sick of you ever, oppa, so weâll stay together forever.â You peck her on the lips. âI like the sound of that, baby.â
Seulgi moves to sit on your lap; her crotch is grinding right against yours but blocked by the pants that each of you are wearing. âYou know,â she says, âyouâre so fucking hotâso fucking manly.â You laugh internally, because what does she mean youâre âmanly.â âYouâre so fucking hot too, baby.â âYeah, oppa?â Youâre getting hard as Seulgi grinds her crotch against yours. âShit, havenât you looked at yourself in the mirror?â She smirks, satisfied with your answer. âI wonder how youâll react when Iâm naked, oppa.â âThen letâs find out, baby,â you whisper right into her ear.
As horny as you are, you donât forget to ask for consent if you can take her to the bedroom, and only after she says yes that you lift her by her thighs and make your way there. âDo you sleep with girls often, oppa?â You shake your head. âI havenât gotten in a relationship in years, actually.â âYou must have a huge load for me, huh?â âYou know it, baby.â
You take a seat on the edge of the bed with Seulgi on your lap. âHey, baby,â your tone is relaxed and soft, âlook, before we startââ She interrupts you by placing a finger on your lips. âI consent, I want to be with you, and I love you.â You chuckle. âWell, that will do the trick.â
Seulgi lets her jacket fall onto the floor, and only now that you can see her curves properly. âMy fucking God,â you exclaim, âfuck, I wish I had the words for this.â âIâm not even naked yet.â âYeah, well, what are you waiting for?â She slaps your chest lightly. âIâm waiting for you to shut up.â
Your jaw drops when Seulgi takes off her top; her tummy looks so firm, her tits that are covered in black tight bra look so soft and full, and her neck looks like the perfect spot for hickeys. âGod damn,â you wipe the drool off your lips, âarenât you Godâs most perfect creation.â She slaps you in the chest again. âNormally, I wouldnât tolerate someone talking about me like that, but youâre my exception tonight.â Your eyes that have been roaming wildly all over her body shift to meet hers. âJust tonight? I thought we wanted to keep seeing each other?â âWell, actually,â she puts up a finger, âwhether we can see each other again will depend on your, erm, performance.â
You have Seulgi sit on the bed so that you can undress. âMy performance, huh?â You can see a mix of excitement and nervousness in her face. âIâll show you.â You quickly get rid of your clothes, thus allowing Seulgi to have a look at the excellent physique youâve maintained for God-knows-how-long. âGoodness me,â she bites her bottom lip sexily, âso thatâs what youâve been hiding from me.â
Seulgi stands closely in front of you and places her hands on your shoulders. âMay I?â You express your consent with a nod, and that is when she begins running her hands all over your torso. âDo these girls know that youâre this sexy, because theyâre missing out big time.â You chuckle. âIâm the sole reason that Iâm not in a relationshipâthose women out there have nothing to do with it.â âYeah, yeah, whatever you say.â
Seulgiâs eyes land on your cock. âOh, speaking of big,â she reaches for the half-erect, half-limp shaft thatâs dangling between your legs. âSay, how many girls have you torn in half with this, oppa, hm?â You laugh as your ego inflates. âYouâd be the second.â Itâs Seulgiâs turn to laugh. âYouâre underestimating me if you think that I wonât be able to take you.â
Your heart beats faster when Seulgi kneels in front of you while her hands are still wrapped around your cock. âOh, this will be a tight fit,â she comments. Before taking you in her mouth, she stretches her mouth first, making these funny expressions as she does. She catches you grinning and hits you on the thigh. âDonât.â âI donât know what youâre talking about.â âI know that faceâthatâs the I-canât-wait-to-fuck-this-girl face.â You shrug. âI mean, can you blame me?â
Seulgi doesnât answer your question with words and instead parts her mouth to let your cock in, and the first contact makes your knees weak. âOh, God, baby,â youâre running out of breath already. You gasp sharply when more of your shaft enters her mouth, and itâs getting really difficult to stay upright. You feel her soft hands on your thighs as she fights her gag reflex to get as much of your length in her mouth as she can.
The gurgling sound that enters your ears when Seulgi removes you from her mouth is nasty but arousing. âD-did you like that, daddy?â You nod feebly. âYou want to fuck my face, or no?â You take a few deep breaths to collect yourself. âNo, baby; I donât want to do it rough on our first date.â Seulgi shows you this gorgeous combination of lip and eye smile that youâre seeing for the first time tonight. âThatâs sweet of you.â
You pull her onto her feet and invite her to lie in bed with you. âCan I ask how many guys have been rough with you?â âOne,â she says. âI hope it wasnât on your first date.â She smiles a little. âIt was, but not on the first round.â You stay silent as your eyes are locked with hers. âWhatâs wrong, oppa?â The smile on your face is a gentle one. âI just canât see myself going hard on you, baby; I feel like you deserve soft sex all the time.â
Seulgi rubs your face gently. âThatâs sweet, but you have nothing to worry about; I can take whatever you send my way.â âVanilla is what Iâm sending your way tonight, baby.â Seulgi chuckles, and the way it hits your face makes you shiver. âYouâre going to make me cry if you keep talking like that.â You place a hand on her cheek and rub it with your thumb. âI swear on everything I have, baby, that youâll be crying for all the right reasons with me.â
âIâll hold you to that, my love.â
With a warm heart, you pull her into a kiss, and you wholeheartedly hope that Seulgi can feel the tender love you have for her.
âTake me, love; make me yours,â she whispers softly. You roll over so that youâre on top of her. âYour pants are in the way,â you crack a little joke, and youâre successful in making her laugh. âDo something about it, pleaseâpretty please?â âOh, youâre pretty, alright.â
You move backwards a bit until her crotch is right in front of your face. âMay I?â âYes, you may.â You unlatch the metal button of her pants and undo the zipper. You then continue to drag her pants down her legs until theyâre properly off. Seulgi also cooperates by taking off her pantiesâthat has a wet spot in the centerâherself.
You give her pussy a little peck (thus earning a cute little moan) before returning to your previous position on top of her. âShow me how much you love me.â You peck her on the lips once. âGladly, baby.â
With your cock in one hand, you guide yourself to enter her warm pussy, and Seulgi immediately lets out a long moan because of the first contact. âYou make me feel like this is my first time, oppa.â âWith me, this is your first time, and Iâll be your last because youâre not leaving me ever.â âAre you that sure about us?â âYes, baby, so God help me.â
You see that Seulgiâs dams are threatening to burst, so before it does, you distract her by pushing your cock deep into her. âIâll be the best girlfriend for you, oppaâno one else deserves me like you do.â You silence her with a soft shush. âLetâs focus on us right now, baby.â
Seulgi holds you tightly, locking you in place close to her but still gives you enough space to keep moving your hips. She wants to express how safe and loved she feels in your arms, but her lips are busy moaning. âI know you canât hear me, but I love you,â her heart says. âI know you canât hear me, but I want to be with you for a long, long time.â A particularly deep thrust disrupts her train of thoughts, making her hide her face in the crook of your neck. âI love you, Kang HyunwooâI love you so much.â
At one point in her life, Seulgi heard that the heart controls the mind, and the mind controls the body. Right now, all her heart wants is to show you just how much she appreciates youâhow much she appreciates this new relationship that sheâs building with you. Without too much convincing, her mind agrees with the idea and, in turn, signals to her body that sheâs highly enjoying this hot sensuality youâre offering her.
âL-love,â she calls to you, âI-I wonât last long.â âThatâs fine, baby.â Your deep voice in which your reply is said sends goosebumps all over her body. âI donât want you to last too long anyway,â she hears you say. âY-you donât?â Seulgi feels a sudden peck on her lips. âYou finishing early would mean that you could feel my love, and thatâs what Iâm aiming for right now.â
Seulgiâs moans become more frequent as she inches closer to the checkered line. âLove me, oppaâlove me, love me,â she chants into your ears. She gets ecstatic when the pace of your thrusts grows faster. âYes, just like that, oppa.â
âCan you feel that?â
"Damn right I can.â
âThen give it to me, oppa; I deserve it.â
âOh, yes, you do.â
Seulgi is the first one to crack, announcing her orgasm with a scream from the top of her lungs. âOh, what an amazing girl,â you praise her while petting her head gently. âYouâre such an amazing girl, arenât you, baby?â She keeps squirming around in your arms as she rides the high of orgasm, moaning freely as she does.
You keep whispering sweet words as you wait for her to calm down, and finally, after what felt like forever, sheâs now able to speak coherently again. âI-I love you,â sheâs out of breath now, âI-I want no one else but you.â You spray kisses all over her sweaty face. âI love you more, baby.â Seulgi giggles a little. âY-youâll give me your load if you really love me.â âOne second, baby; letâs calm down first.â
Soon, Seulgi signals that sheâs ready to help you get to the finish line and asks that you resume your thrusts. âDonât forget to cum inside, love.â Initially, you hesitate, but she repeats the line, and itâs clear that you have no other option. âAs you wish, baby.â
Apparently, you were only a few pumps away from orgasm, thus busting deep into her after a handful of them. âOh, fuck, thatâs so warm.â You hit her cheek very, very gently. âNo profanity during vanilla, please.â âS-sorry, b-but youâre so warm in me, love.â You kiss her fleetingly. âThatâs just how much I love you.â
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âThe court hereby orders the defendant to pay 200.000 in fine and do 10 hours of community service.â The judge slams her hammer on the round pad repeatedly, thus officially passing the sentence for Seulgiâs crime that thankfully has been deemed as minor after considering the severity of it and her previously clean record. âThe officer may escort the defendant out of the courtroom.â
You make your way towards your girlfriend as she stands up and place a hand on her cuffs. âTime to go, miss,â you whisper. Seulgi simply nods and starts walking to wherever youâre taking her.
You see that thereâs an empty room on the first floor of the courthouse, so you open the door and enter with Seulgi. You take your hat off and put it on the table while she takes a seat on one of the available chairs. âLove, I canât pay that,â you can already hear the anxiety and fear in her voice, âshit, had I had money, I wouldnât have stolen.â
Thereâs no CCTV in this room, but there are see-through glass panes on the wall to your right, so you canât touch her no matter how much you want to.
âI have money, baby.â Youâre sure that Seulgi understands what youâre talking about.
âB-but I canât do that.â
âYou either take my money or go to jail for failing to payâthe choice is yours.â
It doesnât take long for Seulgi to make up her mind.
âErm, I-Iâll take your money; I donât think I have other options.â
Now that the two of you have come to an agreement, you ask Seulgi to stand up again so that you can take her to the bank to pay her fine. You maintain character from the moment you exit the little meeting room until youâre hidden in the privacy of the police Sonata youâre assigned to.
âSo, hereâs the game plan, baby,â you start, âI will give you this card, and youâll withdraw 200.000 and use it to pay the fine.â You donât see her reaching out a hand, and that is when you remember that her hands are still cuffed behind her back. âOh, I forgot about thatâIâll let you go when we get to the bank, okay?â Seulgi laughs. âI was starting to think that you had a bondage kink.â You look away to hide your smirk. âMaybe weâll find out soon.â
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After a short drive, you arrive at the bank with Seulgi.
You look at her through the rear-view mirror; with her wrists restrained behind her back, you have unrestricted view of her plump tits that you love so much. âI know youâre looking at my tits, you pervert,â she calls you out and sticks out her tongue in playful mockery. âYou know I canât keep my hands off the cookie jar.â
You get out of the car and open Seulgiâs doorâwait, why does she look weak?
âYou alright?â
She shakes her head, and you canât help but scratch your head in confusion.
âI need some vitamin D, and Iâm not talking about the substance.â
âThen letâs go in there, pay this God damn fine, and go home, hm?â
âI canât,â she shifts a little to show you her bound wrists, âdaddy is tying me down.â
You pinch her on the thigh.
âLetâs not play around too much right now, Miss Kang.â
After freeing Seulgi from the cuffs, you hand her your card and head inside, and you almost forgot that you canât be seen holding hands with her while you're in uniform.
âGood afternoon,â Seulgi greets the staff member, âmy name is Kang Seulgi, and Iâm here to pay a fine.â The staff asks Seulgi about some things to confirm her identity and the sum that needs to be paid, and after everything is verified, Seulgi hands your card to the staff so that the payment can be processed. After a brief moment, âThe payment has been verified, and this is your receipt.â From where youâre standing, you notice the way Seulgiâs body relaxes as she takes the receipt and card from the staff. âThank you.â
Seulgi sighs deeply in relief and offers her wrists to be cuffed again, but at this point, itâs no longer necessaryâin fact, it hasnât been necessary since you left the courthouse, but she doesnât know that. âYouâre free to go, Miss Kang,â you say, back in character. âOh, really? Is that it?â You nod. âAside from the community service, you are now a free woman.â
Seulgi asks you to follow her outside, and it appears that she wants to get back in the car for some privacy.
âLove,â she calls to you from the back seat, âthank you for everything, seriously.â You smile gently. âOf course, baby; now promise me that you wonât steal again, okay? Come to me whenever you need anything, and I mean anything.â
Your heart is promptly filled with warmth when she hugs you from behind. âNever thought Iâd date a cop, but here I am.â You chuckle. âI bet you thought that youâd end up with some rich guy.â âNo,â she denies, âthose guys are fake; they probably just want my money or my body.â âI mean, you do have a body that guys would kill just to have a chance to lay with you.â âYeah, well, theyâre not getting me everâIâm yours now, remember?â
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Usually, you have nothing to be excited about or look forward to when you get home after a shift, but now that you have Seulgi living with you full time, youâre always excited to go home, and it is no different today.
The way your heart is beating with excitement has your finger trembling as you enter the passcode to your apartment, and when you open the door, youâre instantly met with your girlfriend who has the beautiful grin and eye smile that you adore so much.
âWelcome home, love!â Seulgi greets you with open arms, and you waste little time to fill the space between them. âHow was your day?â You let out a deep sigh to show how tired you are. âIt was pretty exhausting, actually; I had to train shooting and worked out after that.â Seulgi turns her head to the side and gestures at the kitchen. âI may have some food for you.â
Seulgi drags you towards the dining table, thus showing you the table that has two bowls of tteokbokki on it. Based on how itâs presented, you estimate that she mustâve cooked this herself. âOh my, thanks a lot, baby.â She gets on her tippy toes to peck you on the forehead. âThank you for coming homeâyour timing was perfect, by the way.â âIâve heard that before in my life.â
Seulgi pulls back a chair for you to sit on. âLetâs eat quickly, love, and then weâll talk.â Your heart rate spikes for a moment. âAm I in trouble?â She shrugs. âI donât knowâare you?â âI donât think so, but maybe Iâve missed something.â
You stare blankly at the bowl in front of you as you try to figure out if youâve done anything wrong. Currently, there are two things in your head that might be the reason why sheâs unhappy: you forgot to buy some eggs and instant noodles that she had asked for yesterday, and on the following morning, you rejected her offer to do a quick one.
Seulgi saves you from drowning in your own thoughts by placing her hands on yours. âHey, now,â her voice is so soft, âI was just playing, love; youâre not actually in trouble. âIâll buy you those eggs after this,â you blurt, and the suddenness of it makes your girlfriend burst out laughing. âOh, donât worry about them.â
She picks up a piece of tteokbokki with her chopsticks and invites you to do the same, so you do just that. Thereâs a bit of unease in the back of your mind that leads you to scratching your nape. âThank you,â are the first words that leave your lips, and those are enough to make Seulgi smile. âYouâre welcome, love,â she replies.
Like a cat, you shake your head rather violently to get rid of unnecessary thoughts in your head, and with renewed focus, youâre ready to take a bite of tteokbokki that you already know will blow your socks off. âOh, I really like this, baby; this is really good,â you praise the fruit of her work. Seulgi blushes a little. âYou always say that to everything I cook for you.â âYou know how easy it is to please meâgive me anything edible and Iâll say itâs good.â âBut not eggplant.â âAnything but eggplant, yes.â
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Seulgi says she wants to get a shower before going to bed, so after washing dishes with you, she makes her way towards the bathroom. âJoin me,â she says as she jogs towards her destination. âGladly.â You take the chance to undress yourself and put your equipment away while sheâs off doing her business in the bathroom.
The door to the bathroom isnât shut all the way, so you simply push it open, and that is when you see Seulgi standing under the shower, water flowing freely on her curves from top to bottom. After stopping the flow of water, she makes a âcome hereâ gesture at you, and you waste little time to get close to her. âMy, arenât you Godâs most perfect creation,â she recites your words from the first meeting. âIs it safe to say that weâre going to completely spend our batteries tonight and wake up late tomorrow?â Seulgi laughs. âYou rejected me yesterday, didnât you, love?â You answer in the form of a nod. âSo, this is your chance to make things right with me, and you may start now.â
You take a few steps forward, thus making Seulgi step backwards until sheâs pressed against the wall. âVanilla, baby?â âNo, daddy.â The name makes it obvious what she wants from you. âSafe word?â âTeddy.â You reject her choice because it sounds too similar to the kinky name. âCookie, then.â
After agreeing on the choice of safe word, you quickly lean in for a kiss to kick things off, and as usual, Seulgi places her hands on your shoulders. âTell me, daddyâwhatâs in that head of yours?â Itâs a habit between the two of you to share each otherâs plans before the actual sex to make sure you and her are on the same page. âTell me your ideas first, baby.â Seulgi puts a finger on her chin. âHmm, letâs see,â you can see the gears in her head spinning, âwhat about locking my wrists together, daddy?â Youâre immediately sold on the idea. âLetâs do it, then.â
Seulgi gets down on her knees. âFirst, feed me your cock, daddy.â You hold your cock in one hand. âChoo-choo, the meat train is coming through.â Seulgi, who initially had her mouth open to take your cock, bursts out laughing. âMeat train? Really?â You pout a little. âJust play along, please.â âYouâre so funny sometimes, daddy.â
âOnly someâoh, God, fuck.â
You let out a profanity when Seulgi suddenly puts your cock in her mouth. âOh, God, that never gets old.â You try your hardest to breathe at a normal pace as she begins moving her head along your length, and this is where you start regretting your decision to reject her offer to have sex yesterday. âAre you trying to make me pay for saying no, baby?â You grit your teeth in pain when she bites your cock slightly. âIâll take that as a yes.â
You notice that sheâs starting to pick up the pace, so you put a hand on the back of her head to prevent her from hitting the wall. âRelax, baby; youâre going to make me bust if you donât slow down.â She doesnât listen to you and keeps the fast paceâat least thatâs the case until the tip of your cock hits an odd spot in her throat, thus making her gag. As soon as you pull out of her mouth, Seulgi begins coughing violently. âYouâre okay, baby,â you say repeatedly while petting her head softly.
â100 days together and I still canât take you deep,â she says, seemingly disappointed in herself. âThatâs okay; Iâm not mad or anything like that,â you assure her, but it appears that she doesnât want to hear it. âThat doesnât mean that I get to slack off,â she argues. You deny her attempt at taking you in her mouth for the second time by gripping her hair. âNo, no, no, letâs have a timeout first.â
You leave Seulgi seated on the bathroom floor to get a towel to dry her body with. âYou want to move, donât you, daddy?â You nod. âYouâre my girlfriend, so let me treat you the way you deserve to be treated.â Seulgi rarely blushes, but this is one of those times where she feels like she canât help it. âAm I lucky to have you, daddy, or are you lucky to have me?â The question sounds like a test, but you still answer properly from the bottom of your heart. âFrom my perspective, itâs me thatâs so lucky to have you. If you think that youâre lucky to have me, then thatâs a huge honor for me.â
You sit in the center of the bed with Seulgi still in your arms and are ready to have sex, but it changes when she begins tearing up. âAre you okay, baby?â She fans her face with her hands to get herself together. âOh, donât worry; these are tears of joy.â Youâre glad that your nails arenât long because youâre now able to wipe her tears without worrying about scratching her. âI promised you that youâll be crying for the right reasons, didnât I, baby?â
âI-I donât know if I can continue, daddyâIâm sorry,â sheâs still unable to stop crying. You chuckle. âTell me how Iâm supposed to be rough with a softie like you, baby, hm?â âWell, y-youâre supposed to be mean and dominant.â âI canât be mean to you, can I, my love?â The way you say the last two words mustâve triggered something in her heart, because her cries grow louder than before. âOh, Iâm so sorryâlook, Iâll get you some ice cream, okay?â
You rush to the kitchen quickly to get a cup of strawberry ice cream for her, and when you return to the bedroom, Seulgi is curled up in the middle of the bed. âSeulgi-yah, my love,â you tap her thigh to get her attention, âdo you want some?â âY-yes.â Once sheâs seated, you move to sit behind her and have her lean against your body. âLook at this, baby,â you open the lid for her, âit looks so tasty, donât you think?â âA-and soft like me,â she adds.
You take a spoonful of ice cream and guide it to her waiting mouth, repeating it a few more times until Seulgi says stop. âYou know,â she says, âI remember overhearing a guy talk about how he fantasized about fucking me hard like a cheap slut.â Your brain starts getting filled with anger, because what the fuck kind of fantasy is that. âReally?â She nods. âH-he said heâd tie me down and fuck my ass.â âI donât mean to prod too much, but have you taken a penis in your ass?â Seulgi shakes her head. âIâm naughty but not that naughty.â
You feed her another spoonful of ice cream as you think about her words. âCan I ask who this guy was and how you overheard him?â âH-he was, erm, a fellow trainee, a-and I happened to be walking past a room he was in when he said it out loud.â Youâre very baffled; if he was a fellow trainee, that means that he was around Seulgiâs age, and for someone that young to have that sort of fantasy sounds nasty. âHe didnât debut, did he, because there are many male celebrities from your old label.â Seulgi shakes her head again. âHe didnât make the final debut lineup.â Hearing her answer makes you let out the biggest sigh of relief in your recent memory.
You have a few sentences in your head that you hope will convince Seulgi that youâre not that type of person, but after the first sentence leaves your lips, she wonât let you continue. âI can tell from day one what type of person you are behind your façade.â You scratch your head in confusion. âAm I that easy to read?â She chuckles. âIâll say that your book was a bit open.â
The ice cream has run out, but thankfully, Seulgi is no longer crying. You put the small wooden spoon in the empty cup and put them on the bedside table. âI hope I helped you feel better,â you say. âI mean, I wasnât sad necessarily, but you did help a lot.â She moves to sit on your lap after freeing herself from your arms.
âI love you.â
âI love you more.â
Seulgi grins, satisfied with your quick answer. âAre you down to make some promises?â âLetâs do it.â
Seulgi asks you to go first, so you say the first thing that comes up in your head. âPromise me that you wonât leave me when youâve got back on your feet.â âExcuse me?â You sigh deeply. âYou met me when you were in a rough spot, and I sincerely hope that you wonât leave me when⊠you know, youâre in a better situationâmaybe when you get a job or something like that.â She holds your face with her soft hands. âNo, I will never do you like thatâIâm here right now because of you, love.â âSo, you promise?â She nods rapidly to show seriousness, and seeing it warms your heart. âThank you, baby.â
Seulgi looks away momentarily. âI had something in my head, but you threw me off.â You stay silent to see if she manages to find something for you. âOkay, how about this,â she says, âpromise me that youâll propose to me and make me yours.â Your eyebrows rise involuntarily. âPropose to you? Are you that sureââ âYes,â she interrupts you before you can finish your sentence. âYouâre law enforcement, so what better way is there for us other than to formalize our relationship in the eyes of the law?â The phrasing makes you want to laugh, but your brain manages to stifle you from actually laughing, citing inappropriate timing. With that, your response is, âWeâll work on it, love.â
Seulgi quickly shifts to get on her knees in front of you. âFuck everyone else; Iâm the only one for you, and youâre the only one for me.â You rub her cheek gently. âWhat are you talking about, love?â Instead of answering your question, she repeats her line. âLove, seriously, what are you talking about?â âMy ex,â her answer is a short one. âWhy are you thinking about him?â She looks at you dead in the eyes, and you swear there is smoke coming out of her ears. âIâm notâif anything, I wish I could erase him from my memory.â
You donât know how to react to that aside from saying that heâs completely irrelevant in your and Seulgiâs lives. âPlease donât bring him up again,â you say sternly. âYes, daddy.â Â She must be in the same head space as before when the two of you were in the bathroom. âOh, youâre saying it again, huh?â She palms your limp cock. âYou distracted me with that ice cream, but now Iâm ready.â You run a thumb on her cheek. âYou were literally in tears and said you couldnât continueâhow could I have ignored that?â âYeah, well, thatâs now in the past,â she deflects, âletâs focus on the here and now, daddy.â
Seulgi crawls backwards until your cock is right in front of her eyes. âOh, youâre so hard already.â âHow can I not when my beautiful wife is naked in front of me like this?â She grins. âIâm your wife?â âYes, you areâalso, itâs not like thereâs anyone else in this room, is it?â âThereâs no one else in this room aside from the two of us, and thereâs no one else in my life aside from you, daddy.â
Without breaking eye contact, Seulgi eases your cock into her mouth, wasting little time to start things off. She then grabs your hand and places it on the back of her head. âAh, of course, how could I forget?â You start petting her head gently. âYou like this, donât you, baby?â
You make sure the praises keep flowing out of your lips without obstruction as your soon-to-be wife moves her head back and forth along your shaft. âGod, youâre amazing at this, baby.â Enticed by your words and the pets on the back of her head, Seulgi picks up the pace, thus filling the bedroom with slurps and other sounds that escape her mouth that only add to your arousal. âIâm starting to think that you like my dick more than that ice cream,â you quip.
Before long, Seulgi removes you from her mouth to come up for air. âYou know, Iâm curious what itâd be like if I could take your whole dick in my mouth.â You take a rough measurement of your cock with your palm and estimate how far your cock would go. âThe tip would be in your throat, baby.â She licks her lips, curious about how that would feel like. âCan I try?â You shake your head. âI donât want to suffocate you with my penis,â you reason.
You invite Seulgi to sit on your lap after closing your thighs, but instead of simply straddling them like you hoped, she puts your cock in her pussy first before actually sitting on your lap, thus forcing the two of you to moan in reflex. âYou like that, daddy?â âHow can I not when youâre this tight?â Seulgi rewards your good answer with a fleeting kiss. âAt what age do you think weâll stop having sex, daddy?â You shrug. âI donât knowâ60, maybe?â âI doubt it; with your physique, youâd be able to fuck me until weâre 80.â
You want to say something else, but your train of thoughts got derailed when Seulgi starts moving her hips. âI-Iâll stay tight for you, daddy, even if we have a lot of children.â âI donât doubt it,â youâre getting breathy.
Without command, Seulgi picks up the pace to the maximum that she can do, her sexy moans flying out her lips without rest. It is when you take her tits in your hands that her moans get louder. âS-suck them, p-please.â You do as she asks and put one breast in your mouth while stimulating the other with your hand. âYes, like that, daddyâsuck my tits like our future children would.â
It's not fair for you to only stimulate one breast, so you let go of the first one to make room for the other. You keep sucking until you notice that Seulgi slows down. In retaliation, you lightly bite and pinch her nipples. âOh, God, donât do that,â she jolts, âl-look, I-Iâll start again.â
Seulgi eventually pushes you away from her plump breasts and falls backwards onto the bed. âI-Iâm tiredây-youâll need to fuck me this time,â she says between heavy pants. You donât bother waiting for her to calm down, opting to start again right away to ensure maximum stimulation.
Initially, youâre holding Seulgi by her legs as youâre thrusting into her, but as time goes on, youâre starting to fold her legs over her body. âFuck me, daddyâfuck me nice and fast,â she eggs you on. You fasten your grip on her ankles as you prepare to give her your absolute everything, and not too long after youâve started, Seulgi is reduced to moans and screams as her eyes are rolling backwards.
All you can think about right now is how wet and tightâ âD-daddy,â she snaps you out of your horny trance, âI, Iâc-cum, daddy.â You quickly pull out of her pussy and aggressively rub her clit, thus making her scream. âD-daddy,â her orgasm is getting so close, âI-Iâmâyour fingers, daddy, fuck!â âCum, baby; cum for daddy,â you urge her.
With an ear-piercing scream, Seulgi explodes, soaking the bed with her juice. Once sheâs done squirting, you drag her around and position her until her legs are dangling off the edge of the bed. âYou want to be tied?â Seulgi nods slightly. âThen tied you will be.â You grab a pair of handcuffs from your equipment holster and lock her wrists together with them. âAre you ready to go again, though?â She nods again. âFuck me, papi.â Hearing the new name makes you chuckle. âOne day, weâll sit down and talk about our kinks, okay?â
Seulgi moans when your shaft enters her again and screams when your palm lands on her butt. âYouâre fucking naughty, arenât you?â âY-yes, officer.â You spank her once more. âThatâs inspector to you, Miss Kangâor papi, like you said yourself.â
You fix your hands on her waist as you fuck her tirelessly from behind, her butt cheeks bouncing around as your hips crash into them. You notice that her small, puckered ring keeps peaking at you every now and then, and an idea enters your mind: what if you put a finger in there?
You coat your thumb with spit to prepare it for a brave adventure to a brand-new world that is her asshole. Seulgi jolts when she feels your thumb in the entrance of her forbidden hole. âD-daddy, gently, please,â she begs, but instead of getting an assurance that youâll indeed be gentle, she gets a spank on the butt instead. âYouâre mine, slut.â You feel a tinge of guilt for calling her with such a pejorative name, but youâre half certain that sheâll understand considering the current situation.
Seulgi grits her teeth as her asshole stretches to accommodate your thumb. âHow are we feeling?â âG-goodâoh, fuck, fuck, fuck!â She begins squirming around when she feels your thumb moving in and out of her asshole. You donât give her a chance to breathe as you opt to start fucking her again with your thumb still stuck in her ass.
Amidst her endless moans, a thought enters Seulgiâs mind: should she let you fuck her ass?
âMaybe I should.â
âFuck, itâll hurt so bad, though.â
âSo what? Heâll be the first and last.â
âBut heâll stretch me like crazy.â
âLet him claim you.â
Her conversation with herself ends when she feels that your thumb is no longer lodged in her ass. She gathers her strength to turn her head towards you to look at you. âD-daddy,â her voice is barely heard.
âYes, baby?â You couldnât hear what she just said, so you lean forwards and ask her to say it again. âF-fuck my ass, daddy.â
Your eyes widen in shock; did she just ask to be fucked in the ass?
âYouâre a virgin there, though, no?â Your answer is some feeble nods. âI-I couldnât bleed for you, s-so claim my ass a-and make me yours.â
You pull out of her pussy so that you can address this further. âBaby, you know I have no problem with not being your first.â âJ-just do it, daddyâl-let me show you exactly h-how much I love you.â âAre you sure?â âY-yes,â she answers briefly. You ask once more and get the same answer, so you know that her mind is made up. âSafe word?â âC-cookie,â it appears that she hasnât forgotten it. âAlright, letâs do it, then.â
It is when youâre back in your previous position that you realize you need something to make it hurt less for Seulgi. An idea pops in your head: âHer pussy will be able to coat me,â you think. You plunge into her pussy again and pump a few times until your cock is shiny because of her juice. For extra measure, you also coat your cock with a lot of spit.
âIâm ready, babyâare you?â She nods. âClaim me,â she repeats. âStop saying it like that,â you protest. âJ-just give it to me, please.â
Seulgi gasps when the tip of your cock touches her puckered ring. âGently, loveâIâm begging you,â she begs, changing the callout name for good measure. She inhales sharply when the tip of your cock stretches her virgin ass. âPlease be gentle,â her voice starts to crack, and itâs understandable, too; this is her first time after all.
You push forwards into her pussy every odd second to not hurt her even more. Seulgi turns her head towards you, thus showing you the pooling tears in her eyes. âP-please tell me Iâm doing well,â she says. âYou are, baby; youâre doing so well right now,â you assure her, your hips still. It hurts your heart seeing your beloved woman be in tears like that, but it was her idea to give her ass to you, her beloved man, with whom she wants to have a life with.
âLove, take me.â
 Using her urge as fuel, you begin moving your hips back and forth, thus properly and officially taking her anal virginity.
âDoes it hurt so bad still?â âY-yes, b-but itâs fineât-this is what I want,â Seulgi deflects. You take a few deep breaths to focus your mind on the task. âAlright, Iâll try moving now, okay?â
You maintain this relaxed pace as Seulgiâs muscles adapt to your intrusion, and slowly but surely, moans begin streaming out of her lips. âThatâs better, love.â You place your hands on her butt cheeks to caress them. âYouâre incredibly tight, baby.â âT-thatâsâAH!â A particular thrust makes Seulgi scream. âT-thatâs your proof that I-Iâm a virgin there.â âI never asked for proof, but thank you, my love.â
Your orgasm approaches at an alarming rate with every thrust of your hips. On one hand, youâre happy, because it means that Seulgi wonât have to suffer for too long. On the other, youâre worried that sheâll be disappointed by your performance tonight. There is one way to make sure, and that is to simply ask. âLove, can I cum?â She nods. âS-sooner than later, please, daddy.â âBrace yourself, babyâfeel free to tap out, though.â
After delivering a warning, you pick up the speed, fucking her ass fast like it was her pussy, and Seulgi immediately sinks her face into the bed to muffle her voice. You instinctively spank her, thus forcing another scream from her, but regret it right away. âFuck, sorry, baby; force of habit,â you say, apologetic.
You can feel the way your cock is throbbing in her assâorgasm must be very close. âBaby, Iâmââ âDo it, daddyâf-fill my ass.â âAlright, okay.â
You leave the entirety of your cock lodged in her ass as you blow semen deep into it, thus officially marking the end of this painful first-time. After youâre done filling her, you retreat out of her ass, and after blinking a few times, her asshole properly closes, locking your cum inside.
You grab the cuffsâ key so that you can unlock them, and after sheâs free, you flip Seulgi onto her back and pull her into an embrace. âIt hurt, didnât it, love?â âY-yes, but Iâm yours now.â You put on a gentle smile for her. âThank you so much, loveâI love you.â
-
Youâre back in bed after a long shower with Seulgi, and whatâs left for you to do is to take care of her, which consists of several non-skippable steps.
First, you hold her tightly.
Second, you say, âLove, thank you so much, seriously,â to express gratitude and appreciation.
Third, you come in for a kissâone that is passionate to support your words.
âDonât leave me now, love.â âHow can I leave you when Iâm so in love with you?â Seulgi lets out a tiny chuckle. âAre you in love with me or my body?â The question offends you a touch. âSurely you donât think that low of me.â
Seulgi shuffles around rather wildly. âAre you okay?â She huffs in frustration. âYouâre not close enough.â You laugh. âOur skin is literally touching, baby.â âNo, not enough.â
Seulgi mounts your lap and puts your semi-hard cock in her pussy. âOh, there we go.â You tease her by thrusting upwards but earn a slap on the chest in response. âDonâtâIâm already so sore.â âAre we sleeping like this, then?â She nods against your cheek. âIf you wake up first tomorrow, feel free to fuck me and cum inside.â
You chuckle. âThatâd be a crazy way to start the day.â
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Maybe in Another Universe, You're Still the Man I Love: Viktor x Reader
Summary: You get sent to the same alternate timeline with Ekko and Heimerdinger, and you find out just how wonderful your life could've been.
Words: 2.1k
Author's Notes: Yeah so that finale sent me into deep grief and writing is the only way I can heal I fear. I hope you enjoy this interpretation of what Viktor could be doing in the alternate timeline.
âAre you alright, darling?â
Your vision comes into focus, though your head is still pounding. Youâre extremely nauseous, feeling like your body is not your own as you become aware of the all-too-familiar voice that just spoke to you.
Youâre sitting on a desk in an Academy classroom, journals and various papers surrounding you. The sun is shining through the windows, cascading gold onto the other desks and tables. Itâs a peaceful, simple sight. Something that feels so wrong for precisely that reason.
âI donât have another class for a while, you can talk to me,â Viktor says, brushing his fingers against your face. âCare to tell me why youâre looking at me like that?â
You suppose you look like youâve seen a ghost, which isnât so far from the truth. You must be dreamingâmaybe hallucinatingâanything to explain how this isnât real.
âIâŠâ you start, failing to find the words to say.
-
You storm into the lab, locking your eyes on the empty hexcore cocoon, then at Jayce.
âWhere the fuck is he?â
âI donât know!â Jayce fires back at you, clearly just as distraught as you are. âHe woke up and told me he needed to leave me and this place. I have no idea where he went!â
âWhy didnât you follow him?â you scream, your mind spinning. Who knows how the hexcore changed him, he could literally be anywhere.
âHe didnât want me to! What donât you understand?â Jayce slumps back into his chair, his face in his hands. As soon as he notices a tear fall down your cheek, his tone softens. âLook, I...we both know heâs been different since he started messing with the hexcore. He had told me to destroy it...but I couldnât. And now heâs even more different. Iâm so sorry,â
âJayceâŠâ you walk towards him. âIâm not blaming you for anything thatâs happened. Heâs been pushing both of us away for a long time. I guess...I just thought maybe when he woke up heâd love me again like he used to. Did he even ask about me?â
Jayce shakes his head, and your heart sinks even further.
-
âI think Iâm dreaming,â you finally say, and Viktor tilts his head. âThis...this isnât real. Weâre not like this, we havenât been like this in a long time. Youâre not...what are you here, a professor?â
He cups your face and kisses your forehead, âDarling, I donât think youâve been getting enough sleep, youâre talking nonsense,â
âNo, no, no,â you jump off the desk and pace around the room. âIf this isnât a dream, then where am I? Some sort of other reality?â
âYou mean to say you believe...this is not your world?â Viktor takes in your words intently.
âWell in my world, you fell out of love with me in favor of your work, and then you nearly died and got severely mutated by the hexcore. So yeah, Iâd say things are pretty different,â
He raises an eyebrow, âHex...core?â
âYou donât have that here?â
âSeemingly not,â
You sigh, perching yourself back on the desk, âYou donât believe me, do you?â
âNo, I...I have theorized the possibility of alternate universes before, but I never thought I would come face to face with it in my lifetime,â he starts writing on the wall chalkboard. âI see no reason not to believe you. After all, my wife of this universe would probably not be saying these things,â
âWeâre married?â
âOf course. Now tell me, what else is different in your universe?â
-
Youâve tried to find him everywhereâgoing all the secret places the two of you would go in the past, and asking people if theyâve seen him both topside and bottom. Thereâs no signs, not even a clue. He doesnât want to be found.
You make your way back to Jayceâs lab, surprised to see Heimerdinger and a young man you donât recognize with him. They fill you in on their concern about wild runes showing up around the city, and their plan to check on the hexgates. Youâre desperate for anything to get your mind off Viktor, so you go along with them.
Youâve never been to the source of the hexgates before, and itâs even more grand than you imagined. One thing could go wrong and the entire thing would explode, but itâs precisely the potential of destruction that makes it all the more fascinating.
That is, until it becomes entirely unpredictable.
Your surroundings change at the blink of an eyeâwarped visuals and sounds you canât make out. You scream for the others, but no one can hear.
-
You do your best to describe all the important events and details of your timeline, while Viktor takes notes on the chalkboard and compares what you say to his timeline. He seems particularly interested in his inventions in your timeline, and his partnership with Jayceâwhoâs no longer alive in his timeline.
âHe died in an explosion here at the academy several years ago, it was a tragic accident that also killed a young girl from the undercity. He was a friend and a brilliant mind,â he pauses. âWe...actually named our son after him.â
Your eyes widen, overwhelmed by this possibility of what couldâve been, âWe have a son?â
âWe do. And heâs perfect,â Viktor smiles softly. âYou really are from a different time, arenât you?â
You nod, trying to hold back tears. Why does this realityâs version of you get to be happy? Why does this Viktor get to dodge corruption and the hands of hubris?
Viktor gazes once again on the chalkboard notes, looking for patterns and causes for the differences in your timelines. Would he have reached the same fate if Jayce was still alive? What caused the Undercity to heal and thrive in his timeline but not in yours? Was this hextech you speak of really so destructive?
You are the same person he fell in love with, thereâs no doubt in his mind about that, but youâve been significantly more hurt than the Y/N he knows.
He steps close to you again, wiping the tears from your face and pulling you into him, âIâm so sorry your version of me has taken a different path.â
You sob into his chest, gripping his clothes. He runs his fingers through your hair and rubs your back, soothing you as if youâre his own.
But youâre not his. This isnât your life.
You pull away, taking a deep breath, âAs much as I want to stay here, I canât keep taking over the consciousness of the me in this world. I need to find the others,â
âI donât know if itâs possible for you to get back,â he says. âYou say you got here through hextech, and that was never invented here.â
âWeâll find a way,â you run to the window, looking out to get a gauge of where you are. Heimerdinger might have landed somewhere here in the Academy too, and Ekko probably went back to the Undercity. But Jayceâif heâs dead in this universeâwhere would he be?
âBefore you go,â Viktor places a hand on your shoulder. âWould you like to meet our son?â
Anxiety washes over you, your body going numb from the prospect. Would it only hurt you more to see a life that you couldâve created?
âDonât you have more classes to teach, professor?â you smile, trying to turn your nervousness into something lighthearted.
âIâll cancel for today. Itâs about the time you usually pick him up from school anyway,â
He grabs his cane with one hand and takes your hand with the other, posting a quick note on his door as you leave.
-
You sit on a bench outside the elementary school, your heart pounding. This child is going to run out that building any minute, eager to see the mother heâs always known.
But youâre not her. You didnât carry him, birth him, or raise him. You donât have the same memories and experiences.
But you must pretend that you do.
You know which one he is immediately. Heâs a perfect combination of yours and Viktorâs features, just like youâd imagined. His smile is contagious, and he wastes no time jumping into your arms.
âLook what I made at school today, Mommy!â he puts a crafty contraption in front of your face, a colorful collection of sticks and paper glued together.
âThatâs so creative, honey, I love it,â but your attention is solely focused on him, his sweet face glowing with pride and joy.
âQuite the little inventor, arenât you?â Viktor applauds him. âWhat else did you learn today?â
âWe did reading and spelling. I can spell family now. F-A-M-I-L-E!â
âClose, sweetheart. Thereâs a âYâ at the end,â you laugh,
âAre you sure about that?â he says, wincing his adorable face in thought. âWhatever. I learned how to spell brother and sister too, but I donât have any of those. How do I get one of those?â
Viktor chuckles, âIâll talk about it with your Mommy, how about that?â
âOkay!â he jumps up and starts walking home with the two of you.
-
What if I stayed? You wonder.
Youâre playing with your son on the living room floor, with toys mostly made by Viktor himself. The house is small but cozy, a home you wish was really yours. What if you just stay in this dream reality forever?
What if you never find the others? What if there really is no way to get back?
But no, that wouldnât be fair to the you of this reality. Sheâs the one who has this life, not you. Besides, Viktor and his son deserve their wife and mother back.
You hear a knock on the door, and Viktor goes to open it.
âOh, Viktor, it is so good to see you.â
Your head swivels instantly towards the yordle in the entryway, âHeimerdinger! You found me!â you join Viktor at the door, âWhereâs Ekko and Jayce?â
âI have not found Jayce as of yet, but I did find Ekko and sent him back to his timeline about a week ago. We found some hextech fragments and were able to use them to jump through time and space.â
âSo...I can get home too?â
âAs soon as youâre ready. We built the machine in a young girlâs lab in the Undercity,â he looks between you, then Viktor, and finally your son. His attitude of urgency dissipates as he begins to understand. âBut...I could not blame you if you want to stay longer.â
Your son Jayce comes running to join you, grabbing onto your leg, âWhoâs this guy, Mommy?â
âThis is Professor Heimerdinger, he used to work at the Academy,â you pat his head, âYour dad used to be his assistant.â
âIâm sure you already have a brilliant mind, my boy,â Heimerdinger says. âYour parents must be proud.â
Little Jayce giggles.
âActually, I would very much like to see this new invention youâve built, Professor,â Viktor speaks up. âIâm now quite intrigued by the prospect of other universes.â
âI have no rule against you observing, Viktor, but Iâm sure you understand I must destroy it after we all get back. It is too dangerous to be left here unsupervised,â Heimerdingerâs tone becomes more serious. âIâm sure Y/N has told you of the destruction hextech caused in our universe, especially to you.â
âOf course, Professor. I understand.â
-
Youâve never seen the Undercity look this beautiful.
It seems that the other version of you comes here often, so many people wave to you and little Jayce automatically runs off with some kids his age to play.
You meet a blue-haired young lady named Powder, who helped Heimerdinger and Ekko in their experiments. She looks so familiar to you, but you canât place where youâve seen her in your reality.
Heimerdinger explains how it works, and both you and Viktor listen intently. With everything up and running, you could go back this instant.
The pull to go back is strong, like an obligation to return to your rightful place in the universe. But the pull to stay is equally strong, as you gaze into your husbandâs beautiful amber eyes that you want to find solace in forever.
âItâs your choice, my love,â Viktor says, as if reading your mind.
âI know I need to go backâŠâ you exhale, tears welling in your eyes once again. âBut I donât know what Iâm going back to,â
âI donât know either,â he caresses your face, âBut I do know you are strong in every universe,â
âIâm not,â you shake your head, âNot without you.â
âDonât say that,â his thumbs smooth across your cheeks.
You nod, turning towards the device.
âCould youâŠcould you kiss me one last time?â you ask.
Viktor wastes no time honoring your request, crashing his lips to yours with lasting passion. He pulls away only as you back into the circle, leaving you with one last affectionate whisper:
âIâm so fortunate to have met another version of you, my love.â
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you open up your phone and look for a picture to show them. You look and look but you can't seem to find any pictures of your friend's face. You tell them your plan and they say they've never taken a picture because it would defeat the whole purpose of hiding in plain sight when they're hiding. You remind them that they could just shapeshift into another face, and they laugh. I sure could...
What an idiot. They're desperate. They need their original form for that date. Certainly they can't go as a hawk. You're good at drawing faces, you say that.
You've been doing that your whole life, to capture people's essence. You enjoy drawing random faces you've seen by memory and sometimes the cute and funny expressions your friends make. They're not really contempt but they seem to absolutely need to go back to their original form.
So you start drawing. It doesn't take long. It looks good, or at least that's what you thought. That moron looks at the picture, and immediately shapeshifts into their original form. But something's deeply wrong. They look like... a shell of themself. It's like they couldn't remember their face even after seeing the drawing and they could only shapeshift into the drawing itself. It looks inhumane. They seem to notice right away, and break down crying. You try to comfort them. There must be a way to make them remember a vivid image of their face. You think about that old guy at the edge of the realm that knows how to communicate telepathically, even with images. And you think they could be able to show your friend their face, recover their memory or at least help them recover it. It's not a bad idea, but what about the date? The best solution would be to just tell the truth. It's a complex situation. Your friend is reluctant, and it takes you a solid half hour to convince them. But they refuse to talk. Your idea means you have to break the news. You go out and your friend shapeshifts into a hamster. It's cute, discreet, and they've got wet eyes. They want to look as pitiful as possible. The date's been waiting. You're late. Your friend points at them and you sit down next to them and say hi. They're confused. "I'm sorry, I'm waiting for someone" squeak. You didn't think a hamster could convey emotions so well with a simple squeak. But you swear that sound your friend just blurted out sounded so sad. "I know" You say "You've been waiting for this" and you point at your friend, the hamster. This didn't clarify anything. "I'm sorry, what?"
Your friend starts talking, in a very high pitched voice. "Hi Erin, it's me Alex. I know you were expecting a human but here we are"
"I swear I'm not a hamster, just an idiot. I'm actually a shapeshifter and forgot how to turn back to my original self. This friend over here is trying to help me with that. Could we maybe reschedule the hangout maybe when I look more... bipedal?" - "We were planning on blasting a memory of their original body in their mind, so that they can remember."
"Oh you mean to go to the mindreader at the edge of the realm to do this?"
"Well yea that was the plan"
"No need, that's my dad, I can do pretty much the same thing and I've seen Alex before. Just, I can't communicate telepathically with animals: I'm a little limited like that. It's not even that I literally can't it's more of a mental limit that I can't seem to shatter"
"No problem! I've got the solution" Squeaks Alex the Hamster. They immediately shapeshift into your drawing. It looks so wrong, even Erin is startled. "Yea I tried to make them remember by drawing them, but they just look like a shell of themself"
"That's terrifying, but I can work with that" Erin lays their hands out towards Alex. Their face lights up and immediately they shapeshift into their original form. "That's much better, thanks Erin, thank you friend"
"I guess there's no need to reschedule now, see you around Alex" You ditch them and go home. That seems to be a good combo. You hope the date goes well.
Your friend, a shapeshifter (a secret you've kept since childhood) hasn't answered your texts in days, so you head to their home. Upon arriving, you find that they're in the middle of an existential crisis; they can't remember how to turn back into their original, human form.
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Evergreen | Chapter One: Denial
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Chapter Summary: Tommy encourages Joel to join bereavement group counseling, where he meets you. You connect over a similar loss and the common thread of loneliness, leading to something unexpected for you both.
Chapter Warnings: grief, angst, mentions of OC deaths, mild references to: suicide, self harm, drug use (none by reader or Joel), language, panic/anxiety attack (Joel), Joel POV
WC: 8.8K
A/N: I've been working on this goddamn series since May. Sorry it's taken me so long to get around to it but I am committing to a posting schedule now that it is almost complete and I appreciate you all for being so patient. Hope you enjoy tons of fluff and softness and angst.
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Joel's hands gripped the steering wheel as he stared blankly at the faded brick building connected to the small, run down parking lot. He watched as the clock ticked down to six in the evening, and with each passing minute a new car parked nearby or someone walked through the double doors. He wasn't sure what he expected, but he was surprised to see people of all ages streaming inside.
Then he saw a young woman with two children, one in each hand, neither of which could have been over seven years old, walk inside with watery eyes and he dropped his gaze to his lap in shame.
Mia had been gone for nearly ten years. He had no business being there. His grief wasn't fresh. Over the years, he's learned to cope with it, to live alongside it. The people who were there that night needed the support.
Joel didn't need support. He was just lonely.
He reached for his key, still dangling in the ignition, when his phone rang. With a sigh, he patted down the front of his jeans until he located his phone, then lifted his hips off the worn seat with a grunt so he could fish it out.
"Yeah?"
"You better not be thinkin' 'bout leavin'."
Joel swiveled around in alarm, searching the parking lot for his brother's truck, but all he saw were the last few stragglers hurriedly walking up to the front doors, the anguish practically weighing them down as they moved.
"You watchin' me now?"
Tommy chuckled on the other end.
"Nah, I'm at home. I just know you."
Joel rolled his eyes as the clock ticked to 6:01 on the dash.
"This is stupid, Tommy."
"It ain't stupid. It's been almost ten years and you've never looked twice at another woman. You can tell me you've moved on or that you're fine, but I'm not buying your bullshit," Tommy said sternly on the other end. "I don't think you ever gave yourself a chance to process what happened and it's important you do that. For your mental health and all that."
"Maria tell you to say that?" Joel scoffed, but still unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door.
"Maybe. Don't matter who said it, it's true."
"Fine. I'm walkin' in now, I'll call you later," Joel said, then hung up without waiting for a reply.
The building wasn't very big. From the lobby, Joel could hear a male's voice making what sounded like brief introductions as he strolled quickly down the hall. He rested his hand on the push bar and took a deep breath. Right as he was about to enter, he heard someone else's light footsteps jogging up behind him. He turned around as you approached, a little breathless and with a guilty smile.
"Oh, good, I'm not the only one who's late," you said, nodding towards the door.
"Uh, yeah," Joel said, clearing his throat softly, "we can share the heat," he joked, opening the door and stepping aside so you could walk through first. You shot him a grateful look and mouthed thank you before entering the room.
The group all turned their heads at the disruption, as expected, but the counselor waved them in with a warm smile.
"Welcome! Have a seat, we were just getting started."
Joel found the first empty chair he could, in the very last row closest to the door. You glanced around the room before sliding into the same row as him, just a few seats down.
"As I was saying, welcome to the grief and loss support group. I'm Dr. Harris, but please feel free to call me Ryan."
Ryan was young. Definitely under forty. Something about that irked Joel. He imagined this man going to school to learn how to be caring, how to listen and say all the right words at the right time so he could make a decent paycheck and call himself doctor while he went home to his wife and picket fence and his patients went home with a gaping hole in their hearts.
"There is no wrong way to grieve," Ryan was saying from the podium with a practiced look of solemnity. "All of you are here for different reasons. And while you may look around here and think nobody else could possibly understand what you are feeling, I am here to tell you that you are simply wrong." Ryan took a moment to let his words settle over the group before continuing. "We have all lost somebody in our lives. That is the common thread that weaves us all together. And I'm here to tell you to use it." Ryan clenched his fists for emphasis and Joel had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. "Lean on each other. Listen to one another. This is a safe space. Nobody will judge you here, no matter what you may think, everybody in this room is here for the same reason."
After what felt like an eternity, Ryan invited the people in the room to approach the podium to speak, no longer than ten minutes, he had said, reminding everyone that their time was limited and they always could speak again at the next meeting.
One by one, people trickled up to the front of the room. First it was an elderly woman who explained with tears in her eyes that her husband of forty years passed away a month ago.
"It sounds silly," she sniffled, "but it feels like I'm... untethered. Like I lost my connection to this world when he left and I'm scared I might just... float away."
Next was a man around Joel's age who visibly struggled to hold back his tears about his late sister.
"I just keep reminding myself I didn't cause it, I can't control it, can't undo it. I'm really mad at myself for not paying attention to the warning signs. She was struggling, y'know?" His glassy eyes addressed the group briefly before he cast his gaze back down. "The best thing I can do is try to rebuild. Don't let the anguish fester. Don't let it consume me. Because she wouldn't want that."
After that, a girl no older than twenty, arms and neck covered in tattoos walked to the front. "She was my best friend since we were eight. And I know it's my fault, I know it is," she choked out, tears slipping down her cheeks. "I gave her her first hit. I could see she was falling too deep into it and I didn't try to help her, I was too focused on my own shit and not seeing what was right in front of me. To this day, I can't look her mom in the eye-" the girl hung her head and took a moment to gather herself. Chairs squeaked as the group patiently waited for her to continue. "But I'm clean and sober almost six months now," she said with a watery smile. A small round of applause broke out amongst the group and she nodded her thanks. "I'm thinking about going to school for social work. Maybe I can honor her memory in some way."
Out of the corner of his eye he saw you cross and uncross your legs nervously but made no move to walk to the front.
Same as him.
When the clock on the wall ticked closer to seven, Ryan addressed the group one final time.
"I'll stick around in case anybody wants to have a talk after group. Just a reminder that I'm only here once a week, but my esteemed colleague, Grace, runs another group on Tuesdays, so please feel free to stop by one or both. I also left some cards in the back next to the coffee. My information is on there if you would like a one on one appointment and on the back is the crisis hotline. Please take one, you never know when you may need it."
The room collectively seemed to stand, a murmur rippling through the group as people began to softly speak again, reaching out to neighbors, either introducing themselves or catching up from the last session. Joel scratched at his chin and looked around the room as people continued to filter around. Some paired off to grab coffee, some went to talk to Ryan, but Joel just stood there. All alone.
He took a deep breath and headed for the back, then lingered at the small stack of business cards Ryan had mentioned. He picked one up and flipped it over, studying it, when he heard a soft voice behind him.
"Excuse me," you said, and he swiveled around in surprise.
"Oh, sorry," he replied, stepping to the side so you could reach the coffee. He pretended to look at the card but watched as you filled up a cup. He waited for you to add cream or sugar but you didn't. You lifted the cup to your lips and took a tentative sip before recoiling at the heat and doing it again.
"That, uh, any good?"
Your eyes locked onto his and you shrugged. "'Bout what you'd expect."
He smiled and looked around the room, fidgeting with the edge of the card before sliding it into his pocket. "This your first session, too?"
You shook your head and stepped aside, a little closer to him, so others could get to the coffee. "I've been coming here almost two months."
That surprised Joel. Based on the way the rest of the group seemed familiar with each other, he had suspected the two of you were both new.
"Two months? Wow," Joel said, "how's it workin' out for you, if you don't mind my askin'?"
You sighed and gave him a little smile.
"Some days are better than others. But I figure it doesn't hurt, so..." you trailed off and crossed your arms, your fingertips tapping against the paper cup. "My mom begged me to come, so I did. I think it makes her believe she's helping in some way by pushing it and I grew tired of feeling like an emotional burden."
Joel frowned. "I'm sure that ain't true. No parent thinks their kid is an emotional burden."
You chuckled and drained the rest of your cup. "You'd be surprised." You tossed the cup into the trash before giving him a brighter smile. Although expressing your emotions was the entire reason you were there, you still felt uncomfortable doing it. "So this was your first time? What did you think?"
"Jury's still out," Joel replied honestly. "Promised my brother I would give it a try, same as you. My daughter just went off to college last month and I think he and his wife are worried 'bout me bein' all alone for the first time in, well... forever, I suppose." His lips pursed in thought for a moment. "Feels kinda like I don't belong here. My wife passed almost ten years ago. I've learned to live with it by now. It ain't as raw as all that-" he gestured up to the podium, referencing all the individuals who poured their hearts out for the past hour. Then he realized he was rambling and chuckled. "Sorry. Can't seem to shut up." He looked at you sheepishly and you smiled back.
"That's good. That's what you're supposed to do here," you assured him, then took a deep breath. "I lost my fiancé a year ago, so I can relate... kind of."
"I'm sorry," he said, furrowing his brow and examining your face. "You're so young, you shouldn't know what that feels like at your age."
"Not that young. I'm thirty-one," you joked. He laughed and rubbed his chin.
"Well I got twenty years on you, seems pretty young to me."
"You're fifty-one?" you asked, and he nodded. "You look good, I wouldn't have guessed a day over..." you trailed off as you studied his face and he grinned.
"Go ahead, be honest."
"Forty-three," you decided, and Joel laughed. When was the last time he felt this lighthearted?
"Well that's the nicest thing I've heard all week," he replied. The room began to thin out and you shifted your weight.
"Well, I guess I should get going," you told him, almost sounding regretful. Then you pinched your eyebrows together. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."
"Joel," he said, sticking an arm out to shake your hand. You gave him a warm smile before telling him your name, your hand getting dwarfed by his thick, rough fingers.
"Will I see you next week, Joel?"
"Yeah," he replied, walking out with you and holding open the door. "I'll give it another chance."
"Good. I mean, you know, I'm glad you're giving it another chance," you found yourself inexplicably stumbling over your words and before your face began to heat up you veered off towards your car with a quick wave.
Joel's eyes trailed after you for a minute before he opened the door to his truck and climbed inside. He absentmindedly rubbed his thumb against his lower lip, lost in thought while he stared straight ahead at the emptying parking lot. Then you drove by in a higher end white SUV and he watched as you took a right turn out of the lot and disappeared down the road. He sighed and started his truck, realizing he was one of the last cars in the lot, and decided to stop at a fast food drive thru on the way home.
"Uncle Tommy told me you went to a grief support group the other day, how did it go?" Sarah asked him over FaceTime. He pushed the lever on his recliner and leaned back into the chair with a grunt.
"S'alright," he mumbled.
"Did you share anything?"
"No."
"Well, why not?"
"'Cause, baby girl, these people just lost someone close to 'em. I can't get up there and talk 'bout your mama, it's been so long-"
"That doesn't matter," she said, interrupting him. He could hear other kids in the background laughing but she remained focused on her screen. "I don't think you've ever really processed Mom's death and it's important to me that you try. I worry about you, old man," she teased, and Joel grinned.
"No need to worry 'bout me, I'm stayin' busy."
"Yeah, doing what? And don't tell me you're eating frozen meals and watching baseball because it'll break my heart."
Joel's eyes drifted to the empty plastic tray on the coffee table.
"No," he said gruffly. "Ain't baseball season. I'm watchin' basketball."
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Dad," she whined, "what about your friends? The guys from work?"
He didn't have the heart to tell her they were busy with their families, with their wives, so he lied.
"Yeah, I'm gonna get together with Jimmy later this week. Gonna shoot some pool."
"That sounds great!" Sarah exclaimed, her face instantly brightening. Her eyes snapped up to someone behind her phone and she grinned, holding up one finger, then looked back at him. "Listen, Dad, I gotta run. I promised a few friends I would go to the football game with them."
"Oh, so you'll watch football with your friends and not me?" he teased, and she giggled. "Alright then, text me when you get back home safe."
"I will. I love you."
No matter how many times he heard it, those words always warmed his heart.
"Love you too, baby girl."
The call ended and he set his phone down with a sigh. Sarah was right. He couldn't waste away in his house all alone, waiting for her to come home to visit or for Tommy and Maria to come by for dinner. He needed to get a hobby. He glanced outside then looked at the time before turning off the television and pushing himself out of his recliner with a groan. He shuffled down the hall to his bedroom to change out of his old sweatpants and ratty tshirt, then snatched his keys off the kitchen counter and headed out to the driveway.
He drove aimlessly through town, his window down with his arm hanging out, soaking up the sun's rays. Kids were playing on the sidewalks and people were walking their dogs or pushing strollers. Everyone just seemed so... happy. Content.
Maybe he should get a dog.
Maybe he should start with a fish, first.
He jumped on the highway and cruised with one hand on the steering wheel. Hank Williams crooned from the radio and Joel took a deep, relaxing breath. He was coming up on the exit for the mall. Sarah loved dragging him to the mall. A smile played on his lips and he figured why not.
He veered off the highway and slowed when he approached the red light, the mall parking lot straight ahead. It didn't look terribly busy. With the weather as nice as it was, he imagined most people would be spending their time outside.
Joel found a good spot right out front. He shoved his hands deep in his pockets and walked inside through the Macy's. A blast of freezing cold air conditioning hit him like a ton of bricks, cooling the sweat that was collecting on the back of his neck. He managed to make his way through the maze of the department store and entered the mall itself. There were a few groups of girls around Sarah's age giggling and carrying shopping bags and the random couple here or there walking into William Sonoma or Brookstone.
When he passed by the food court, he saw a few solitary older men sipping coffee and reading the paper or people watching. Joel huffed under his breath, wondering who on earth would come to the mall just to read a paper until he realized he was no better.
Was he going to become just like them one day? Would he come to the mall to nurse a coffee just so he wouldn't feel so alone? The thought had his throat closing up.
He paused and leaned against a railing overlooking the bottom floor of the mall, pretending to be looking for someone when in reality he was struggling to breathe. His heart was fluttering too fast in his chest and his vision was narrowing.
"Shit," he whispered to himself, rubbing his eyes and trying to focus on taking deep breaths. It was like reality crashed down around him all at once: Sarah was moved out of the house. Tommy was happily married. And Joel was going to die all alone.
He gasped and blinked, trying to clear his head and mentally talk himself down, but it was no use. He leaned forward a bit to rest his forehead on the cool, stainless steel railing but his knees began to buckle. Just when he thought he would need to stop someone and beg them to call an ambulance, he heard someone say his name, temporarily snapping him out of his daze.
"Are you okay?" you asked, the smile slipping from your face when you noticed how flush he looked. He could only manage to shake his head. Without hesitating, you wrapped an arm around his shoulders and helped him stand, then glanced around. Spotting an empty bench, you led him over and helped him sit. You rubbed your palm over his upper back soothingly and sat next to him, reminding him to breathe deeply until his vision cleared and he felt his strength return.
"Christ," he mumbled. He sat up and leaned back so the back of his head rested on the bench and stretched his long legs out. "Thank you," he added, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers.
"No problem," you said, "is everything okay?"
"Yeah. Or, no. I don't know," he sighed, dropping his hand from his face. "I think it just hit me all at once."
You slid over on the bench to give him more room. "What hit you all at once?"
"That my little girl is growin' up and -" he stopped himself, the words and I'm all alone getting trapped in his throat. "And I just miss her, is all."
You slowly nodded and glanced around the mall. "What does she like?"
He smiled. "Clothes. Music. Makeup. Books."
"What kind of books?"
"The fantasy kind. Y'know, like Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter."
A huge grin spread across your face. "Follow me, I have an idea," you said, standing up and looking down at him before you realized you might have overstepped. "I mean, unless you're-"
"No, let's go," he replied, standing up and stretching out an arm for you to lead the way. He fell in step next to you as you led him down towards the other end of the mall and after a few minutes, he realized where you were leading him.
"The bookstore?"
"Yep," you said cheerily, shooting him a playful grin. "Trust me."
And he did.
"There's some really incredible series out there right now. Why don't we pick one out, you can read it and share it with her so you guys have something to do together from a distance? Do you know if she's read The Word of the Heir? That's by an incredibly talented author who actually got the idea when she was only seven years old," you told him excitedly, leading him deep into the bookstore, dodging tables and displays until you made it to the fantasy section. Joel slowed down and looked around, his panic attack slipping further and further from his mind.
"Uh, I ain't sure," he replied as you held up the book. You tucked it under your arm and began to look again.
"How about Empire of Kings? I haven't read that one but the author is relatively new and I've heard he's an extremely talented storyteller."
Joel shrugged, again unsure what Sarah may or may not have read. All of the titles sounded so foreign to him until his eyes landed on the spine of a thick, hardcover book.
"Oh, this one sounds familiar," he said, plucking it from the shelf. "The Crimson Stone. I think she wanted to read this but I don't think she ever finished it. It's a series-"
"Yeah, I know that one," you told him quietly. He glanced down at the book again and read the author's name.
"Daniel Davis, ain't this the guy who died in that bad wreck downtown?" Joel mumbled as he flipped the book over in his hands to read the back. You nodded. "Maybe I'll get this one."
"Don't waste your money, I can give it to you for free," you said, gently taking it from his hands. You ran your palm distractedly over the cover before flipping it open and looking at the tiny black and white photo of the author on the inside jacket. "This was my fiancé," you added, your voice thick. Joel's eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Shit," he mumbled. "I-I'm sorry, his name just sounded familiar, I remember it from the paper..." he trailed off, floundering for what to say to comfort you. Why couldn't he fucking think?
"It's okay," you told him, waving him off, but the guilt still laid heavy in his chest. "There's no way you would have known." You slowly closed the book, giving the picture one more glance, and handed it back to him. "But really, if you want to read them I have tons of copies just sitting around. He had a few other books outside of this series, as well, if you guys wanted them."
Joel's eyebrows knit together. "I don't wanna take your books. They gotta have sentimental value or somethin'."
"No, seriously, I have boxes of them just sitting there. He was in the middle of signing copies for readings he was supposed to do before-" you stopped yourself and cleared your throat. "Anyway. I can bring them to group next week or you can come by the house and look through them yourself if you like."
Joel nodded and nervously chewed the inside of his cheek. "Do you wanna talk 'bout it?"
You looked up at him then, all wide eyed and filled with so much sadness that it made his chest ache. No one so young and pretty should have to go through so much pain. Your eyes drifted over his face for a moment, quietly studying him before responding. "Yeah. I kind of do."
Joel looked over his shoulder and spotted the café across from the bookstore. "You wanna get a coffee and find a quiet bench or somethin'?"
"That sounds nice," you replied, so he put the books back on the shelf and walked out into the mall. He spotted a bench near an empty storefront and he told you to go have a seat with the promise of bringing you back something to drink. There wasn't a line at the counter. He couldn't imagine many people wanted coffee that late in the day, so it only took a few minutes before the barista slid the two cups of black coffee across the counter and he met you back at the bench.
"Black, right?"
You smiled and gingerly took the cup. "Yeah, how did you know?"
"From group the other day," he replied, then sat down with a grunt. You sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, each of you letting your coffees cool before you spoke.
"I usually don't talk about it. Every week I tell myself I'm gonna go up to that podium and pour my heart out and every week I chicken out."
Joel didn't say a word. He learned early on with Sarah when she was upset, she just wanted someone to listen to her. So that's exactly what he did. He sipped his coffee and just listened. And before you even realized it, you were telling him everything.
You began by telling him Daniel was from Austin but you met in Portland, where you grew up. For a while, the two of you tried doing a long-distance relationship, but once you were finished with school you took him up on the offer to move in with him in Texas. Shortly thereafter, he proposed and you had spent the last year of his life planning your dream wedding. The night of the accident, you had been touring a venue an hour outside the city. It was dark when you finished up and drove back home.
Daniel didn't do anything wrong. You insisted Joel knew that first.
A truck driver had fallen asleep at the wheel and ran a light, completely crushing the driver's side and killing Daniel instantly. Somehow, you had only come out of the accident with a small concussion and a badly bruised chest from the seatbelt.
"Jesus," Joel muttered when you exhaled a shaky breath. "I'm sorry, darlin'. That's some fucked up shit." His eyes widened and he straightened up in his seat. "Shit, sorry for cursin'... twice." He scratched the back of his head uncomfortably and a slow smile spread across your face. He nearly jumped out of his skin when you burst out laughing.
"Thank you," you said in between giggles. He grinned, confused but happy you were laughing and not crying. "I needed that. And you're right, it was some fucked up shit."
Joel chuckled and took a sip from his coffee. He heard his phone ring so he pulled it out of his pocket and glanced at the screen before silencing the call and putting his phone away.
"You can take it," you said, wiping a stray tear from your eye and jutting your chin towards his phone.
"Just my brother. I'll call him back later."
"Ah, the infamous brother that made you go to group?"
"The very same."
"Younger or older?"
"Younger, but the way he bosses me 'round you'd never know it," Joel said with a grin.
"He's probably just looking out for you."
"He knows I'm feelin' especially lonely without Sarah. Sarah's my daughter, by the way," he said, pulling his phone out and showing you his lock screen: it was a selfie of him and Sarah on the beach, Joel looked red as a lobster and Sarah's hair looked tangled from the wind but there was no denying the happiness in both their eyes.
"She's beautiful," you said warmly. He smiled and put his phone away.
"Got that from her mama."
"I don't know, I see a little bit of you in her smile," you teased, bumping up against his shoulder playfully. He rolled his eyes but didn't argue.
"What I'm tryin' to say is, I can relate a bit to what you're goin' through. Y'know, losin' a partner and feelin' like you got no one left," he said. You took a deep breath.
"Yeah, sounds like you do."
Joel nervously picked at his jeans, trying to figure out the right way to say what he wanted to say without sounding like an old creep, but before he could open his mouth, you spoke first.
"Maybe we can hang out together and keep each other company?" you offered. He turned his head and grinned.
"I was 'bout to suggest the same thing."
"Really?" you asked, looking as relieved as he felt. He nodded.
"Sounds like we both could use a friend."
Something in your expression shifted. It was too quick. He couldn't pinpoint it but whatever it was disappeared, leaving behind a genuine smile.
"I would really like that, Joel."
"What the hell? You couldn't call me back yesterday?" Tommy scolded when he marched into the small, messy office the following morning. Joel glanced up from behind his desk; papers, a calculator and a pencil scattered about in front of him. He took his reading glasses off with a sigh, abandoning his work. He hated doing the administrative part of his job. He always preferred to be on site or meeting with clients.
"I was busy."
"Busy?" Tommy repeated before collapsing in the worn out chair across from him.
"Yeah, busy. I was... with a friend," Joel mumbled, trying to sound nonchalant but Tommy's ears perked up.
"A friend? Who?"
Joel shrugged. "Someone I met at that group you made me go to."
Tommy's eyes lit up. "Hey, that's great. See? I knew it'd be good for you. What's his name?"
Joel pursed his lips before softly saying your name and Tommy raised an eyebrow.
"A woman? That's even better, Joel."
"It ain't like that-"
"'Course not," Tommy said, "I'm just sayin' it's a step in the right direction."
"She's too young," Joel said defensively, giving Tommy pause.
"Okay..."
"We're just friends. She ain't from 'round here, ain't got anyone in Texas."
Tommy frowned as he watched Joel shift uncomfortably in his chair, wondering what made his brother get so sensitive, so he chose to tread lightly.
"So you're keepin' each other company. That's nice."
"Yeah," Joel said, standing up with a grunt and rubbing his lower back before he snatched his coat from the wall. "Ready to go?"
"Sure," Tommy said, standing to follow Joel out of the office. While he locked the door behind him, Tommy couldn't help but ask, "How young is too young?"
"Thirty-one," Joel replied, fishing the keys out of his pocket.
Tommy shrugged, falling in step next to his brother as they walked towards the parking lot. "Sounds like an adult to me," he muttered, but Joel chose to ignore it. "When are you seein' her again?"
"End of the week," Joel replied before climbing into the truck.
"Friday?"
"Yeah, after work. We were gonna order some dinner and look through some books she's tryin' to get rid of."
The corner of Tommy's mouth twitched. "So, like a date?"
"It ain't a date," Joel said firmly, his jaw set as he pulled out of the parking lot and began to drive in the direction of the first worksite. "She's mourin' the loss of her husband, it's not a date."
"Husband?" Tommy repeated, then Joel shook his head, growing flustered.
"Fiancé. Not husband."
"When did he pass?"
Joel thought back to what you told him the night you first met. "A year ago."
Tommy hummed and looked out the window, tapping his fingers against the car door in rhythm with the beat from the radio. Joel side eyed him while they sat in silence for a few minutes before he rolled his eyes and sighed. "What?" Joel asked with an edge to his voice.
"A year's a long time, is all."
"She's in grief therapy, Tommy. She's in pain and tryin' to come to terms with it. Quit makin' it sound like somethin' it ain't."
"Just 'cause she's in grief therapy don't mean she ain't ready to move on-"
"Goddamnit, this is the last time I tell you anythin'," Joel grumbled as he made a left hand turn. Tommy hid a smile behind his hand and looked out the window.
"Alright, no need to get all defensive on me now."
Joel opened his mouth to argue but quickly snapped it shut. The more he pushed back just gave Tommy more ammunition. Besides, he knew the truth. You were looking for a friend, someone who could relate to what you were going through. There was absolutely no way you were interested in a man twenty years older than you. The thought was so absurd it almost made him laugh. You were young and beautiful and charming and you had your whole life ahead of you.
No, surely Tommy was wrong.
When Joel pulled up to your house, his eight year old truck the noisiest thing on the whole block, he let out a low whistle and threw it into park, deciding at the last second to keep his car on the street for fear of leaving an oil stain or something on your pristine concrete driveway. He sat in his truck for a moment, taking in the monumental Victorian house before him. He recognized it from his youth, but back then the siding was chipped and the windows were foggy, in desperate need of replacing. He always admired houses like yours and part of his heart broke whenever he saw one fall into such a state of disrepair that it was beyond saving, but not yours. No, at some point in the past ten years, the house was upgraded but managed to maintain the original charm.
There was fresh siding and new windows installed, the insides framed in what looked like delicate lace curtains, complimenting the style of the house. The roof looked like it had been replaced and the front door looked new, but the original architecture remained. He could easily tell whoever bought the house took great care with it, and the contractor in him breathed a sigh of relief that it didn't fall into the wrong hands, or god forbid, a flipper.
When he walked up your driveway towards the small stone path that led to your front door, he slowed to look at the garden that flourished in front of the wraparound porch. It was a beautiful mix of wildflowers and hedges, and while wildflowers had a tendency to look messy and unkept, you somehow managed to make it look neat and well put together. Fat, fuzzy bumblebees bounced drunkenly from flower to flower and as he climbed the wooden steps, a hummingbird buzzed past his ear, spooked by his presence.
He pressed the button to your doorbell, noting you chose not to install one of those camera doorbells and for some reason, that bothered him. Normally he wasn't a huge fan of technology, but you were all alone in this big house. You needed to be safe, to be careful. Your house was in a nice neighborhood, but that didn't necessarily mean anything.
The door swung open and you greeted him barefoot with a warm smile before stepping aside to let him in. You were wearing a loose tshirt that hung off one shoulder and he chastised himself when his eyes traveled down your tight fitting jeans to your ass as he followed you into your home.
He shrugged his reaction off to just typical male instinct and forced his focus onto the lovely foyer surrounding him as he slid off his boots. Polished cherry wainscoting lined the walls and his eyes widened when he noticed the small tiles in the shape of little octagons below his feet.
"Is this original?" he asked you in disbelief as he pointed to the ground. Your gaze followed his finger and you nodded.
"We tried to keep everything original, if we could," you explained.
"Wow," he breathed as he stepped forward into the hallway, his eyes unable to keep up with how fast his brain was operating. His gaze slid over the original hardwood floors of the hallway, fresh wallpaper, and wide, polished staircase with a plush carpet installed in the center of the steps. Much to his delight, you chose to furnish the house to match the style, as well. Antique fixtures hung from the ceiling and a real wood table was pushed against the wall. A small lamp sat on top with a stained glass Tiffany shade, and next to it was a pile of mail and a framed photograph he tried not to examine too closely out of respect.
"This way," you said over your shoulder, and he followed you blindly deeper into the house. You pushed open a swinging door that led into your kitchen, and for the first time since arriving, his nose was the first of his senses to respond instead of his eyes.
It smelled absolutely heavenly. He had no idea what you were cooking but his mouth instantly watered at the smell of garlic and salt and some kind of meat.
He swallowed and hoped his stomach wouldn't growl and embarrass him.
"Thought we were gonna order somethin'?" he asked as he watched you hurry over to the stove to stir something.
"Oh, I hope you don't mind, but I felt like cooking," you replied without looking. He glanced around the room, noticing you chose to update the counters and cabinets to look more modern, but kept the original flooring.
"Mind? Are you kiddin' me? Haven't had anythin' decent to eat since Sarah left for college."
Memories of fast food drive thrus and frozen dinners flashed before his eyes as he watched you turn off the burners on the stove. You opened a cupboard and stretched on your tiptoes to reach a bowl, the hem of your shirt riding up ever so slightly and revealing a small sliver of skin on your back and suddenly, his mouth was watering for an entirely different reason.
Stop it.
"Need some help?" he offered, and you fell back onto the flats of your feet, shooting him a nod and smile. He didn't mean to, but he reached up from behind you for the serving bowl, his front brushing gently against your back, and your shoulders tensed. Shit.
"Sorry, here ya go," he said, handing you the bowl and immediately giving you some space, not catching the glimmer of disappointment in your eyes.
"Thank you," you murmured shyly. He watched you spoon vegetables into the bowl for a moment, grabbing random jars of seasoning and sprinkling them on top before stirring it up, and he finally remembered his manners.
"Can I help?"
"No, no, I got it," you insisted, waving him toward a door on the other side of the kitchen. "Go sit down, I'll be right out."
He wandered over to the propped open door and entered your dining room. Pausing for a moment, he admired the chandelier above the table that looked old but the brass had been polished and the crystals cleaned. The drop ceiling was even remarkable: squares of textured patterns that repeated across the whole room, adding a whole other layer of elegance to the already impressive first floor. His eyes drifted to the dark wood table, where two spots were already set across from each other. He pulled out a chair and sat down, shifting his weight a bit and noting the chairs must have been recently reupholstered based on how firm the cushion was underneath him. You breezed in after him, hardly giving him enough time to take in the elaborate fireplace and mantle at the end of the room, and began to set down plates of food. His eyes bugged out of his head when he saw fresh, fried chicken and whipped mashed potatoes.
"You didn't have to go through all the trouble," he assured you, but you smirked at the way he stared at the chicken, the aroma from the breading overpowering his senses.
"It wasn't any trouble, I like to cook," you replied, disappearing into the kitchen to grab the vegetables and a basket of fresh rolls before finally joining him at the table.
Joel spread the cloth napkin over his lap, using every ounce of self control to stop himself from devouring everything in sight. He glanced up at you and you grinned.
"Go ahead, help yourself."
You watched with a small smile on your face as he loaded up his plate, then played with your own food until he took his first bite of chicken. He froze, his mouth full, and stared at you in awe before he dropped the chicken leg on his plate and leaned back, a deep, appreciative moan rumbling from his chest, making your thighs squeeze together under the table.
"Goddamn," he said once he swallowed. "That's the best fried chicken I've ever had in my entire life, darlin'."
You giggled and finally took a dainty bite of your own before nodding in agreement. "It's not bad."
Joel scoffed and took another bite. "Don't sell yourself short, now. I know what I'm talkin' 'bout. What'd you put in this?"
He listened, completely enraptured, as you explained how you soaked the chicken in buttermilk the day before and all of the seasonings you used in the breading.
"Oh! I almost forgot the lemonade," you said, standing back up and rushing into the kitchen, returning with two cold glasses and setting them down on the placemats. He nodded his thanks, mouth still full, and you giggled again.
You were already planning on packing up all the leftovers so he could take it home, but you still encouraged him to have as much as he wanted while it was warm and fresh.
"Did you make the rolls, too?" he asked after he took a bite.
You laughed and shook your head. "No, I'm not that good. I bought them this morning from a local bakery I like around the corner."
You had finished your meal long before he did, watching with your chin in your palm as he went back for seconds, reveling in the noises and compliments he made with practically each bite.
"Here, have some more," you told him, nudging the plate of chicken in his direction, but he leaned back in the chair and shook his head. "I can't, but everythin' was delicious. Thank you."
"You're welcome. I'm thrilled to cook for someone again," you replied with a sad smile before standing up and picking up your plate. He immediately stood and began to collect the rest, but you waved him back down.
"Sit, sit, I still have dessert," you told him, and based on the way he looked at you in that moment you would have put money down that he could be knocked over with a feather.
"Oh, darlin', you did too much," he replied, immediately flooding with guilt that he didn't even bring wine or flowers.
"Stop! I told you, I like doing it and I never get a chance to anymore, so please, sit down and I'll be right back."
Begrudgingly, he did as he was told and, while listening to you in the kitchen, peered out the back window at the meticulously kept grounds. Your house, like you, was absolutely beautiful. It felt like stumbling across an oasis in the middle of the desert.
You reappeared in the dining room with a bowl of diced, sugared strawberries and a plate of warm biscuits. He watched in stunned silence as you fixed him a plate, spooning the strawberries on top of a fresh shortcake, but told him to wait a moment before hurrying back into the kitchen and returning with a small bowl of homemade whipped cream.
Joel thought he died and went to heaven.
He could tell you didn't want to hear him complain that it was too much, so instead he lavished your baking with praise and thanks, both of which seemed to make your eyes shine bright and your lips remain curled into a smile the whole time.
"You're taking the leftovers home, too," you warned him once you finally allowed him to help bring things back into the kitchen. You were packing everything up nice and neat in matching Tupperware containers and stacking everything into a paper bag. As much as he wanted to decline, he really wanted your leftovers more, so he continued to thank you as he began to wash the dishes in your farmhouse sink. You had tried to fight him on it, but he finally wore you down and won. Stubborn little thing, he thought.
After dinner was cleaned up, you led him back down the hall and up the wide staircase, explaining that the books were all housed in a den at the top of the stairs, but when you opened the door to the room, den seemed like too small a word for it.
It was gorgeous, plain and simple. The cherry wainscoting continued in this room with a dark green wallpaper to accent the wood. All along the wall were antique sconces lighting up floor to ceiling bookcases stuffed full of literature. On the back wall was a large, heavy looking desk with a wingback velvet chair. The desk itself had books and papers scattered about, as if someone were in the middle of something and was rudely interrupted, but based on the layer of dust, he had to imagine nobody had sat there in some time.
And then it hit him: this was your fiancé's office.
A laptop sat open and turned off on the corner of the desk, along with a dusty printer behind the chair on the carpeted floor. He noticed what had to have been manuscripts of some kind based on the lack of coverings on the bound papers piling up next to the printer.
He was an author. This is where he worked.
That was when Joel realized you had been suspiciously quiet. He turned towards you, his eyes scanning your face, studying it. Your arms were wrapped around your middle as you stared blankly at the desk.
"We don't gotta do this today," he said softly, snapping you out of your reverie.
"No, it's okay," you replied, your voice so small it nearly broke his heart. You turned and walked toward the corner of the room, opposite the desk, where a small couch and coffee table sat. A few cardboard boxes were stacked nearby, two of which remained unopened, one recklessly torn into. You started with that one.
"Here," you said, pulling out a few books and handing them out. He stepped forward and took them, looking down at the covers and the beautiful artwork that adorned them. "These are the first trilogy, you should probably read them first before the next. They're different stories but they inevitably weave together so it'll make more sense if you-" you paused, your voice getting caught in your throat, and that's when he realized you had been fighting back tears.
"Hey, it's okay," he told you gently, putting the books down on the coffee table and carefully touching your shoulder, urging you to sit on the couch. After a moment's hesitation, you did, and he sat beside you. "This was too fast. I'll leave these here and maybe one day, when you're feelin' up to it, we can try again."
You looked up at him, eyes watering, and shook your head.
"No, take these now. I have more, I have tons, actually," you said, nodding towards the unopened boxes. "I just haven't come in here since he died and I didn't think it would be this hard." You wiped furiously at your cheeks, trying to hide your anguish.
Joel's heart thundered in his chest. He rubbed your back, trying to offer you a glimmer of comfort while he glanced around the room. "Maybe it was too soon," he offered again.
"No, it's been a year, Joel. I needed to do this." You took a deep breath and gave him a shaky smile. "Thank you. I know this is probably more than you expected-"
"Nah, hey, none of that, now," he cooed, mindlessly petting your hair. "If you needed someone to be here for this, I'm glad you picked me, okay?"
You sniffled and nodded, quietly thanking him again before taking another deep breath and exhaling with a nervous laugh as you looked around the room with him.
"Can I ask you something?"
"'Course," he replied.
"How long did it take for you to move on after your wife passed?"
He chewed the inside of his cheek as he thought about it, his fingers still playing with the ends of your soft hair as he slowly rubbed your back. "Well, hard to say. She was sick for a long time so I think I had time to come to terms with it before she died, y'know?" You nodded and listened to him, hanging on his every word and inadvertently leaning into his gentle touch. "Then I had Sarah to worry 'bout and, I don't know, time just... passed me by." He chuckled dryly for a moment before continuing. "My brother thinks I never got over it, Sarah thinks I never processed it, but they only think that 'cause I never dated anyone else."
Your eyes widened in surprise at his confession.
"Never?"
He shook his head and gave you a lopsided grin. "Been busy, I guess."
"But aren't you... lonely?"
He sucked in a sharp breath and cast his gaze to the floor. How did you manage to see right through him so quickly? Was it the common ground or something else?
"Wasn't too bad til Sarah left," he admitted, "but now... yeah. Yeah, it's lonely."
You scanned his face, watching the flicker of sadness in his eyes he tried to hide from you, and you inched a bit closer.
"I'm glad we found each other, Joel," you whispered. His eyes found yours again and he smiled.
"Me, too, sweetheart."
Then, without giving it another thought, you leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his lips. It was so tender and soft it felt like he was on the bus in fifth grade and Christine Murphy was giving him his fist kiss all over again while kids in nearby seats teased them with sing-song voices.
You pulled back and looked into his eyes, searching for any hesitation but all you must have seen was confusion because you leaned forward again, kissing him with a little more emotion, your small hand coming up to cup his greying, prickly jaw. You tasted like strawberries and lemonade and you smelled like vanilla and it was making every neuron in his brain fire all at the same time, to the point where his body had no idea what to do but remain frozen.
It was when your tongue first slipped past your lips and flicked nervously over the seam of his mouth that he finally came crashing down to earth. He sat back, breaking the kiss and holding you by the shoulders, staring deeply into your eyes. You were both panting slightly, probably from the excitement and adrenaline, as he tried to figure out what to say, what to do. You were in a fragile state, he decided. You made a mistake, the moment got away from you both and it didn't mean anything. It couldn't mean anything. You were too young and sweet and beautiful. You didn't really want anything to do with an old man like him. He just happened to be there when you were vulnerable and that was all.
The words never came. He couldn't form a coherent sentence. As the seconds dragged on, your face began to fall and embarrassment flooded your chest, the atmosphere in the room suddenly so thick that it was difficult to breathe. You cleared your throat and leaned back, his hands falling from your shoulders, and then you were the first to speak.
"Oh, no."
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That one back Tattoo (Son Chaeyoung x M!Reader)
I swear I'm working on that F!Reader fic. This is smut ... Sorry? (Should I still bother apologizing or...) Word Count: 2,088
Sitting at the bar with my girlfriend Dahyun was something that always made me happy.
"Y/N you're so silly sometimes!"
Dahyun was drunk enough to the point that anything was funny to her. I should have cut her off sooner but seeing her like this was just so cute. "Come on Dahyun lets go home."
"I don't want to go yet Y/N-yah! Can I get another shot?" I giggled at her question. "Come on Dahyun I think you've had a bit too much to drink." I had to pick up Dahyun and carry her back to our apartment. She showed little protest by lightly hitting me on my chest.
"I don't want to leave yet Y/N!"
Having to put up with a drunk Dahyun's protest was something I got used to after a few nights out. Luckily her sleepiness eventually got the best of her and she was sleeping in my arms.
Arriving back at the hotel I went in the elevator to get to our apartment on the third floor. But before the door closed another woman entered the elevator with us.
She was a rather short woman. Her clothes didn't leave much to the imagination. She was showing a lot of ski-
"Are you going to press the button or should I?"
I was quickly pulled out of my thoughts. Must've been staring for too long. "O-oh r-right you can press it first." She nodded at me and clicked on the button for the third floor. "What a coincidence we're on the same floor."
"Really? Well what are the chances of that? You know some people don't think things happen by "coincidence" do you?"
A rather odd question to ask but I guess I'll entertain her thought process. "Well I think some things are meant to happen but I don't think that everything that happens in our life is set by the universe or whatever."
"By the way who's that girl you're carrying."
"She's my girlfriend."
She hummed at my response and the elevator door opened. "Well if you'd like to discuss further you can come to my room at 308."
"Room 308? That's right next to my room 307!" Seriously? What are the chances my and this girl I just met are neighbors?
"Well who knows maybe it's a sign from the universe. By the way I never got your name."
"It's Y/N, and yours?"
"You can call me Chaeyoung. Anyways you better get going carrying your girlfriend must be tiring."
Once she said that she left for her room and I went into my apartment. When I got in I placed Dahyun on the couch and covered her up with a blanket.
I wasn't able to get Chaeyoung out of my mind. She was so attractive her tattoos, small figure, and those lips of hers were such a turn on. No wait what am I thinking?! Dahyun is my girlfriend I shouldn't be thinking of other women like this.
Feeling my cock get hard I went to the bathroom in order to relieve myself. Pulling down my pants and grabbing a hold of my cock I started to work on relieving myself. "Ugh ~ ah ~ Chaeyoung you're such a damn bad influence. You're making me have thoughts of cheating on my girlfriend because of you!"
Eventually I was able to cum and quickly started to work on cleaning up the mess I had just made.
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I've been avoiding Chaeyoung for the past few days. Seeing her makes me think of inappropriate thoughts. I can't help but think how warm her pussy must feel. I bet she could suck my dick so well. Agh! Damn it why am I thinking of it again.
I suddenly bumped into someone.
"Shit sorry my bad I wasn't watching where I was going."
"Y/N is that you?"
Looking at the person I bumped into I realized it was Chaeyoung. Shit
"Oh sorry Chaeyoung I have to go-"
Suddenly she grabbed my arm and turned me around so I was facing her. My face was getting warmer and I can only hope she didn't notice.
"Hold on Y/N what's the rush? And why have you been ignoring me for the past few days?"
"Chaeyoung it's complicated."
"Want to talk about it?"
I shouldn't do it. Everything points to me not agreeing with her. I have a loving girlfriend already. No I can't say yes I can't!
But before I could even answer Chaeyoung started to drag me along with her. I wasn't able to get any words out so I just went along with her for the time.
Eventually we arrived at the front of her apartment. She grabbed her keys and unlocked the door. Her room was mostly similar to the one me and Dahyun had except her room was a bit more bare than ours.
She dragged me to her couch and sat me down. Chaeyoung sat next to me and crossed her arms.
"Y/N I don't understand why you've been ignoring me. If you didn't like our first interaction and didn't want to talk to me that's one thing but I feel as if you're purposely going out of your way to ignore me!"
I looked at Chaeyoung in the eyes. Should I tell her? No that's stupid and would be pretty awkward. What would I even say "Yeah the reason I've been ignoring you is because I just get thoughts of cheating on my girlfriend with you."
"I just thought you were a little weird. I didn't want to associate myself with you." A bit rude but I needed Chaeyoung to also get away from me. If she also starts to distance herself from me it would make my life way easier.
"That's a bit rude Y/N. But thank you for telling me even if it does hurt my feelings."
"Yeah, sorry Chaeyoung."
I got up to leave her apartment as silence fell between us. But before I could go she suddenly spoke up.
"Wait before you leave do you at least want to have lunch with me?"
I guess I owe her one. I mean I did say something quite rude to her just now I could at least make up for it by staying over for lunch.
"Sure"
Chaeyoung nodded and got up to go to the kitchen. I couldn't help but stare at her butt as she walked there.
"Do you have any preferences or allergies you want me to be aware of Y/N?"
"No, anything's fine."
She started to cook up something. I sat in silence as I watched her cook. While Chaeyoung was cooking she bent over making her shirt slide up.
I saw her exposed back which had a tattoo. Something about it was interesting to me.
"Why did you get that back tattoo Chaeyoung?"
"Found it interesting. Why, you want to get a closer look Y/N?" She gave me a certain look. If I didn't know any better I would say she's trying to tease me.
My face started to warm up. "Uhm ... kinda."
Chaeyoung started to walk up to me. Her hips swayed in a rhythm that kept me hooked.
She sat down on the couch with her back facing me. She took off her shirt exposing her bra. "Go on Y/N inspect the tattoo to your hearts content."
I felt my whole body get warm.
I put my finger on her back tattoo,I traced the outline. It was quite an interesting design. "What's it called?"
"The birth of evil. You know Y/N I have more tattoos but I'd have to strip for you to see them."
"Well what's stopping you?" I asked more as a joke.
"Absolutely nothing." Chaeyoung turned around facing me before she started stripping off her remaining pieces of clothing. Her body was more attractive than I originally thought. I couldn't focus on her tattoos and was only able to focus on her body.
"Y/N my tattoos aren't on my chest."
"I - uhm - agh." I tried coming up with an excuse but I wasn't able to think of one. My cock was starting to get hard and I tried to quickly hide it before Chaeyoung noticed.
Suddenly she put her hands over mine. "Mmm Y/N I heard you moaning my name the night we met. I'm telling you our meeting was fate."
Chaeyoung grabbed my hand covering my extremely hard cock and removed ir. She let out a coo "It's so big. I wonder how it'll look when it's free."
I started to panic as she started to pull my pants down. I shouldn't even be here when I have Dahyun. But a part of me wants this moment to never end.
My cock sprung out of its constraints and Chaeyoung licked her lips. "My my Y/N a bit eager to cheat on your girlfriend aren't you?" I wasn't able to form words because I knew she was right. I really wanted her.
"Go ahead and kiss me you little play boy."
I latched my lips onto Chaeyoung's perfect lips. They were so soft and perfect for me. Chaeyoung took my shirt off and moved her hands to my chest and pinched my nipples.
"Ouch Chaeng that hurt." I muffled into her lips. Though she didn't listen and only pinched harder.
She started to rub her hands all over my body. "Ah! Ah! Your hands are so perfect!"
I took my lips off of hers and started to move them down to her small breasts. They were a little bit bigger than Dahyun's but not by much. I put my tongue on her nipple and swirled it around and used my other hand to squeeze her other tit.
Chaeyoung moved her hands down to my cock and swirled her thumb on the tip. Some cum started to leak out and it helped her pick up the pace.
"Oh Chaeng your so damn good at this."
"Am I better than your girlfriend?"
Me and Dahyun have never had sex before and I didn't want to admit that I was still a virgin to her.
"Uhm - you're getting there."
Chaeyoung smiled at me "Judging by your long pause I'm guessing you're a virgin. Don't worry I'll be gentle."
She pushed me onto my back and put her mouth around my cock. "Mhm it tastes good. Virgins cocks always taste the best." I felt myself losing control over her words. She was slowly swirling her tongue on my tip and sucked really gently.
I used my hands to push her head down and Chaeyoung took my full length. "Yes just like that Chaeyoung." My cock hit the back of her throat and her muscles tightened around it.
Her saliva coated my whole cock. I started to push her head up and down on my cock roughly. Tears fell down Chaeyoung's eyes as she face fucked me.
Pulling her off my cock she started gasping for air. "Chaeyoung I want to feel your tight pussy on my cock."
"Y/N ... you're so horney! Is your girlfriend that pathetic?"
"Dahyun has never wanted to have sex with me."
"Poor baby Y/N. You deserve to release all of your cum." Chaeyoung got up and aligned her pussy to my cock. She lowered herself engulfing it all in her small tight pussy.
"You're so damn tight Chaeyoung!"
"Now Y/N let me show you what your girlfriend has been depriving you of." Chaeyoung started moving up and down. Her fluids were now all over my cock. I reached for her small and soft butt and started to give them a light squeeze.
Chaeyoung yelped at my sudden movement but went along with it. I started to squeeze harder leaving red marks on her butt. "I'm going to cum inside of you!"
"Yes Y/N fill me up with your thick semen!"
I spanked her ass hard and unloaded a long thick stream of cum inside of her. Chaeyoung's eyes started rolling back. "It's so warm Y/N!"
After 10 seconds the stream stopped and Chaeyoung collapsed on the couch. "Y/N do you believe me now? Our meeting was fate."
"I believe you Chaeng. But we have to keep this under wraps I don't want Dahyun to find out about us."
"Fine by me Y/N my lips are sealed. Just make sure to come visit me every now and then."
I collapsed on her and hugged her naked body and we both fell asleep.
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I don't know if people prefer 1st or 3rd person writing so I'll just alternate between the both of them.
Anyways enjoy Chaeyoung, I'm facing delays so I don't think I'll have something up anytime soon but I'll try to finish the Thanksgiving smut on time.
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So, this. Thing is, yes, this is bad. And I don't want to see posts like this from any group I follow. But it's also good that it's being handled well. This came out well before any public complaints or pressure were required*, it removed the offending party, and that's basically all we can ask for. There's now 25ish people on the server, you can't guarantee a group of that size has no bad apples. What you can do is get rid of them as soon as you become aware of bad behavior and make it clear that such behavior will not be tolerated. Which the Hermits have done. That's as good as we can hope for, and honestly, it makes me feel better about the server as a whole that this is what they did.
(I will change my mind if something happens to be worth changing it over.)
That said, let's be smart as fans(good luck with that). Don't pester the Hermits for more info, they'll tell us through official channels if they say anything. Don't lead mass speculation brigades in Chat or Comments. And also, acknowledge that whatever Iskall did, it was bad. Bad enough to remove him and Stress from the server. The Hermits wouldn't do that lightly, so let's acknowledge the seriousness of the decision and not second-guess it. I know that I personally will not be following Iskall or Stress elsewhere, and I would recommend others make the same decision.
*the fact that we still don't know WTF happened proves that
#hermitcraft#hermitblr#iskall85#stressmonster101#Like Imp and Skizz took down the podcast ep with him this is serious
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This hit way too hard. I came out to my mom late last year for similar fears. My parents aren't bad people, per say, and they love all of their kids - myself tentatively still included - very much. But it has always felt like there were strings attached. I told her that I'd been with my partner now for over a year and we plan to get married eventually. She said that while she and my dad would not shun me from the family, they would not be celebrating my relationship. Most of my family are very religious so I was amazed that I wasn't cut off on the spot because my parents had shunned my older sisters (who have since been welcomed back into family functions) for years on end for far less. I was proud of them for that and it showed growth and while I wasn't expecting them to be elated and jumping off the walls in excitement for me, I am sad that they will never be happy for me and that I've found someone I love, loves me in return, and that I want to spend the rest of my life with.
We spent our last Christmas with our respective families before moving out of state and neither my partner nor I were able to spend it together at each other's famiy homes because they are both incredibly pious and have forbidden the other from being at their house. So we are allowed to still be with our families on the condition that our partner is not with us. This just drove home even more the "loved with strings attached" aspect of family who isn't awful, but definitely not great.
"It's just so sad." This something my mom has always said about people who are LGBTQ+. Especially about my uncle, who has been married to his husband for three decades at this point, but I didn't find out by that he was gay until I was fifteen. He'd been a part of my life with his "roommate" who'd occasionally come to Christmas or other holidays. It just wasn't talked about because of the homophobia and essentially the homoerasur from my parents and their parents.
Whenever she would say things like that, I'd always think, "No, what's sad is that you think it's sad for people to love someone of the same sex. Or to realize that they identify as someone that they weren't originally assigned at birth. It is sad that you can't accept or respect people who have different beliefs than you and don't adhere to the rigid system you do, and you reject them on principal."
My only hope is that after my partner and I are married, my parents at least will allow me to bring my wife to family gatherings. Because I have every right to do that just as much as a heterosexual family member would.
To come back to what OP said, most parents of queer people usually aren't just straight forward good or bad, kind or abusive. It's very often some confusing and emotionally trying combination of "We still love you, but with conditions" and because of that you never know where the line is or what is safe to mention or talk about before they go off on you about "life choices".
Overall, having parents or family members who are passive aggressively "accepting" of your being queer is likely more far common than media shows and that aspect, as much as it sucks and is complicated, is still worth sharing.
I feel like we always see parents who are 100% super supportive allies, or parents who are horrible and cruel.  At least in media or in the most popular stories.  But I feel like that ignores just how many people have parents where you just have no idea?  And even if you think theyâll accept you on a surface level, you donât know if they have a breaking point.  Especially if you need to go on hrt, or request they change the way they think about and refer to you.  Sure theyâre liberal and all, or centrists, or âtolerantâ, but how far does that stretch?
I think most closeted LGBT+ kids live like this, wading around in the grey area. Â Iâd like it of more of us knew that was normal, Iâd like if we talked about it more.
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KNUCKLE VELVET, TORN ON MY TEETH
â VI!ONE SHOT â
pairing. pitfighter!vi x bartender!reader
warnings. eighteen+, nsfw content: arcane season two spoilers, soft angst, smut, bartender!reader, crashout!vi mends her cold heart, inexperienced!vi, switch!reader + vi, fem coded reader, coded alcohol addiction, slight spit kink, strap use.
KNUCKLE VELVET TORN ON MY TEETH, there's something charming about the pitfighter who doesn't stop drinking until she reaches the bottom of the barrel and the bartender who keeps walking her home.
wc. 7k+
rayray yaps. popping my vi!oneshot cherry, hehe, and i'm happy to do so. the vi brainrot has been real as fuck lately. i fear it's not going away anytime soon. but i wanted to give a special shoutout to @hypnagogics for proofreading this fic, means sm to me ily + my sweet bubba, @absfawn for the title name, i could kiss you until my lips fall off. the best people ever, i love them so much. okay, now i have yapped enough! happy reading, hope you enjoy.
Trapped in the abyss, just when everything had been taken from her life seems to sacrifice another offering on a silver platter. Something else that she thought could be hers, but wasnât. In the end, all of it was the same. Life is the same. She takes three steps forward, circumstances out of her control take her apart like enforcers imposing their will on Zaun, and sheâs forced to move five steps back. Itâs all she feels, powerless.Â
Wanting nothing more than to drown her sorrows, forget all that she's lost. For everything thatâs been taken, Vi feels an overpowering loss, threatening to take over everything sheâs trying to build. But Vi thinks of none of it now, she canât afford to think of one more thing. So, she doesnât. All of her mind forgets. She forces herself to.Â
Zaun, Piltover, Jinx, Vander, Silco, and Cait.Â
She drowns in blood, sweat, and liquor for nights to come. She forgets everything and you are just the cherry top on this one shitty sundae. Anytime sheâs here, Vi manages to get herself into a fight. Each time. Every time she tries to apologize or hold an ounce of guilt in her eyes, you see right through her crystal blues. From the very first night, you called her bullshit. Even if Vi didnât give in, it was hard to hide her small smirk.Â
She lets herself think itâs because youâre a bartender. You practically get paid to read people, listen to them vent about shit you probably donât give two shits about and break up the fights that erupt every thirty minutes. Overinflated egos and drunken assholes werenât a great mix. The jury was still out if you though Vi was one. She could have both, she didnât really talk much. Vi fought, drank until she couldnât see straight, and you helped her up to her small apartment right across the street and up the steps into her said apartment.Â
No matter how hard she tries, it always ends the same. Vi looking like an imbecile and you, the pretty bartender who shuts down every advance she throws your way. Vi wonders who had a stronger shell, what youâre hiding in order to protect yourself.Â
Maybe she is just an asshole.Â
âYou donât have to walk me up here. I-I can make it just fine on my own.âÂ
As soon as your fingertips let go of her fragile frame, Viâs inebriated body collapses on the concrete steps, grabbing onto the metal framing as if her life depends on it.Â
âReally? Now you wanna prove a point?âÂ
âFor your information, Iâm always in it to prove a point.âÂ
Even if your words are harsh, with a soft smile and a hand open, Vi takes it as you let her lean on your weight as you assist her up the steps. Thereâs little shame to be had once the two of you make it in. It isnât like the first time and when she noticed the scrunch of your nose in taking the smell, tequila and grease. Vi thought it was cute but she halts any further thought.Â
Quickly, Vi disposed of her leather jacket and pants sheâs left in boxers and the wrap protecting her chest. The part of her life that seems to be kept together. She doesnât really mind it though, you. Seeing her like this. Even more so, she enjoys it. Youâre always so dismissive at the bar, hardly holding eye contact, turning down any flirting she hurls your way. Just like the vomit Vi had nearly thrown up on your shoes but made a quick diversion for the bush to the right of her instead.Â
This is truly the only time she knows you want her. Not so subtly, your eyes trace her like each pinpoint of your gaze is painting her on a clean canvas, one Vi wonders if sheâll like or not. When sheâs been around you, sheâs been wondering about a lot of things â thoughts she quite literally canât afford.Â
Itâs her, nothing ever ends well when her feelings can get crushed on the other side.Â
Everything she touches burns to ash before she can even hold it for a moment, a second of symphony retaliates with years of misery. How could you be any different? She wishes you would burn her underneath your gaze, put her out of the misery she feels growing every day, but you donât. Youâre always pulling her out of trouble when you truly donât have to. Itâs not your job to take care of her or hell, even look after her.Â
But you do and she canât seem to figure out why.Â
âWhy are you doing this?âÂ
âJust shut the fuck up and let me help you. Not everyone has a motive. Some people just like to help when someone is so clearly struggling.âÂ
âIâm notââÂ
You give her a glare that seems to shut her up. You draw a bath for her. Itâs easy to find her towels in the only cabinet. Itâs an acute studio apartment. More so of a small room with a stove stop, minimal counter space, and one bathroom enough to bathe and brush her teeth in. There isnât much left of it but itâs hers. Grabbing the first aid kit, you kneel between her legs, the mattress sits on the floor, her legs spread and stretching out in front of you.Â
âLet me help you. Alright?â Vi grumbles, a incoherent complaint, but she lets you tend to her wounds.Â
Itâs mainly just cleaning off her dry blood as she still complains in the process, but thereâs a few cuts on her face and her cheeks are already beginning to bruise. Itâs not a secret, she bruises like a peach but she always makes sure her opponent is leaving a lot more with just a few cuts and a bruise the size of a plum.Â
Itâs then, when youâre concentrating on the cuts on her face, the busted lip sheâs sporting; she looks at you. Maybe itâs the first time she has, but without even realizing it, she gets lost. Not in the way Vi doesnât know who she is, that sheâs completely lost on, but Vi sees you.Â
Bright-eyed, optimistic, helpful, kind â all attributes she couldnât claim but wears like a badge of honor. As if helping others instills you with a sense of purpose, something thatâs always been a lost cause to her. Fight until the next fight, and the next, and the next. Thatâs what sheâs done, she's always been a fighter. Sheâs fallen back on it when needed. Itâs clear to her. Like a vision she could see, crystal clear through some stupid ball, itâs always been about survival.Â
But how much longer does she want to fight and how much more does she have in her?Â
âThanks.â Vi speaks softly.Â
Not knowing where to place her palms, she settles for her thigh. Silent as she watches, nearly analyzing every moment, every glance, every little thing youâre doing. Itâs sobering to say the least. You donât need to be delicate but you are. Itâs more kindness than she deserves, nearly leaving a bitter taste on her tongue but when you offer a small smile and a soft whisper, youâre welcome.Â
Itâs the sweetest thing Vi has ever seen.Â
Thereâs something different in the way you look at her. The soft omission exposes how sweet on Vi you may be. Definitely more than youâd let on, which was wellâŠnone. Up until tonight, she thought you hated her. With each word uttered in your direction, Vi assumed youâd rather swallow bile than stomach her slurred, flirty speech.Â
âWhy do you want to help? Itâs not like Iâve exactly beenââÂ
âKind?âÂ
âYeah, something like that.âÂ
This time Vi lets the smile reach her eyes and your smile gets even sweeter. She can practically feel the sweetness rotting her teeth as she speaks. Itâs the first time she feels something new, something as bright as the light radiating through your eyes.Â
âYou just seem different. Even if you do try to hide it.âÂ
With a flush of crimson coating the apple of her cheeks, sheâs never been quite as exposed as this. The next few weeks are spent with less drinking, but Vi frequents the bar just as much as she did before. She orders a few pints just to talk to you. Sheâs learning more about you, slowly but surely, youâre opening up more. Divulging information you wouldnât have before, trust is earned. Itâs something you told her the first night you met and to this day, Vi still remembers it.Â
Regardless of how drunk sheâd been when you said it.Â
Itâs a typical night. Vi flirted with you but you arenât being dismissive tonight but youâre careful enough to not let her know exactly how you feel. Everything you say is guarded enough you keep her on her toes, for a moment she thinks she might have to become a ballerina. Itâs a slow night, Wednesday. Go figure Vi thinks. There was a woman whoâd also been flirting with you all night. Vi thought she was beautiful, sweet, funnyâŠcertainly was making you laugh all night.Â
Part of Vi wanted to feel jealous but it feels too good hearing you laugh, she says nothing. Maybe you just donât like women. Vi was known for reading into things too much, thinking everyone thought with their heart first just like she did, and assuming every hot and attractive woman was into other women â just like she is.Â
But the brunette left before closing, leaving Vi and a few other regulars paying their tab as they stumbled home with a belly full of liquor of their choosing.Â
âAlright Vi, donât you have somewhere to be? Maybe getting some sleep for the night?âÂ
âI donât sleep much, itâs better if I donât.âÂ
âKeeps the nightmares away.âÂ
All Vi does is nod.Â
âStory of the century.â You take Viâs empty pint before washing it dispersing in the sink before cleaning up the remainder of the bar top. âEveryoneâs got one around here and the new one is usually even more depressing than the last.âÂ
âWhat about yours?âÂ
âIf you wanna hear that, Iâll have to be the one doing the drinking.â You smile but itâs the first one Vi recognizes as insincere.Â
âYeah, seems to be the stone cold requirement for a heart to heart.âÂ
Viâs silent as you vent to her about the customer who refused to pay up tonight until you threatened to kick his ass and that wasn't enough, you threatened Letty on him. Vi found herself only slightly entranced as you spoke with such color, your animated voice doing impressions of the stubborn patreon, moving your hands as you speak, eyebrows furrowed as you finished the story.Â
Youâre done cleaning and are ready to close by the time you finish, locking the door as Vi stuffs her hands in her pockets, âCan I ask you something?âÂ
You cling to your bag like a lifeline. Vi notices how tight your grip is on the strap, almost as if youâre afraid. Of what? She has a craving to find out. âWhyâd you turn her away? She seemed plenty interested. Not your type?âÂ
You take a step forward, just as close as the last time you were in her apartment, tending to wounds she wouldnât have really cared about but still she let you clean them.Â
You didnât have to know that. Not yet, anyway.Â
âNo, not really. I like my women a little rough around the edges, stumbling out of bars so wasted they canât even walk home by themselves.â You smirk, grabbing the lapel of her leather jacket as you tug her closer to you. âOr is that what you want me to say?âÂ
âIs it true?âÂ
You both know the hope in her eyes is dangerous.Â
Hope.Â
A foreign concept in Zaun. If you get too close to the flame, youâll get burned, dusting into ash as if you never existed. Itâs what shimmer did to people, wipe them off the map until they reformed into a shell of what they used to be. You didnât just get out of a place like this, not without some help. Vi could barely even help herself.Â
The both of you know itâs a bad idea. A terrible, god awful idea, but you still move in closer to her. Vi notices and she wipes the smirk off her face, your warm hands finding purchase on her exposed hips, drawing soft circles on her hip bones. She likes it, even when her heart feels torn from being blown to bits by a certain blue-eyed beauty.Â
Vi likes you.Â
âYour skin is softer than I thought it would be, smooth like pure silk. Not that Iâve ever touched it before but Iâve got to believe it would feel a lot like this.âÂ
Vi feels a tingle up her spin, your touch is overwhelming, more than she bargained for really. A stumbling, messy kiss is all she really expected if anything. Not this. Clearly, you knew what to do. Leaving Vi a little clueless in that department, sheâs knocked off her feet once again but this time in a way she wants to be. But actually bringing something this special to anything more than a few flirty quips? It never seems to be her strong suit.Â
So, she puts her best foot forward. Her big stupid mouth, one she can never quite fully silence. âI can guarantee my lips feel a lot softer.âÂ
âViââ You speak her name like a warning, an unspoken law youâre breaking by entertaining your feelings and the bubbling sentiments you hold for her close to your heart. You know better than to keep it so close, but the halo in her eyes blinds you to reason and you let it.Â
âItâs Violet but you can call me whatever you want, sweets.âÂ
You chuckle at the pet name.Â
âJust one night. Thatâs it. Just to get it out of our system.âÂ
âOne night, sweets. Itâs all I need.âÂ
âÂ
Itâs how you ended up here, the third night in a row since the first, trapped under the web of Vi and her eager mouth. Slender, perfectly sculpted fingers feel like a hex to your cunt, every moment causing you to fall further into her spell. To say she has a certain talent would be considered an understatement. Itâs clear Viâs enjoying herself, fuck, damn near suffocates herself in your weeping cunt. Last night wasnât nearly enough, she needs to have you, again. Not that you were complaining.Â
As much as you hate to admit it, there has been no one as generous as her. As good as her, as sweet, as kind, and she did whatever the hell you asked for. Nothing has beaten the first night, her thumping clit nudging against your as she hiked one of your legs over her toned shoulders.Â
Itâs not a secret how built she is, far from it, but itâs another thing entirely to watch her flexed bicep ripple with every grind of her hips. Each movement seems to be calculated with precision, focused on doing more than just making herself feel good. With pure determination, glazed over crystal blue eyes, and a pouty scarred lip, she makes sure youâre enjoying this as much as her. With each moan you let slip, her confidence only grows until sheâs commanded full control over you. She takes what she wants from you and in return youâre seeing stars behind your eyes, constellations created in the shape of her name as you come.Â
âThatâs it pretty girl, just for me, yeah?â Vi talks you through as she works you through your orgasm with her strong hips, not stopping even after youâve cum. She wants more and Vi pulls three more orgasms out of you before sheâs done for the night. You expected her to be good. There was no shocker there but you didnât expect her to be so sweet afterwards. Vi is a drunk, an addict, whether she wants to accept it or not. You could be just another object sheâs addicted to. Somehow, you convince yourself itâs just a one time thing. It doesnât mean anything, it wonât.Â
Truthfully it feels much more than just a one night stand, more than an itch being scratched â the blossoming ache in your soul feels tethered to your heart every time Vi makes you feel an ounce of love â even when she tries to hide it behind a wall. Whether youâre aware, the wall canât seem to stop crumbling. Brick by brick, itâs coming undone just as you have. Weak-willed and with purpose, you fall into her.Â
There isnât an inch of your body Vi didnât kiss. Her lips tattooing every inch of your skin with marked affection, almost as if sheâs mending your skin with the burn of her lips. When she claims your soft lips, haunting you with the salvation of perfection as her velvet tongue invades your mouth, the taste of you melting from her tongue to yours. The silent declaration you didnât ask for but craved, the carnal moan leaving her mouth as she chuckles when your hips pathetically grind into hers.Â
Vi enjoys your company, that much is clear, but this time you bring her to your place. Itâs more or less the same. Both of you coming down from the highest of highs, you feel sticky, dirty, and damn right heavenly. Vi disappears into your bathroom, grabbing a wash rag before dampening the material underneath a warm faucet. Carefully, she kneels by your hips, legs twitching softly as her skilled fingers find your slit before Viâs sucking the digit in your mouth.Â
âI just wanted one last taste before I clean you up.âÂ
As she has before, Vi makes good on her promise and cleans you up. She enjoys when the pad of her thumb grazes against your clit, terribly overstimulated, your stomach twitches. All Vi can do is chuckle.Â
âIâm just a littleââÂ
âSensitive?â Vi smirks as you hide your face in the palm of her hands, the pad of her thumb gently caressing your skin. Â
Itâs the lightest sheâs felt in weeks. Almost as if sheâs floating on a cloud, she wants to stay up there in the cloudiest of nines. Just you and her and an aging mattress as she offers you everything she can give. Albeit, it isnât much but sheâll still freely give.Â
Like a dog with a bone, Vi corners you on the third night when itâs just you and her in the bar. Closing time has long since arrived and vanished into the crisp air of the night but Vi has you bent over the bar, desperation clawing at the weathered countertop of the bar as Viâs fingers fucks your pretty little hole while her tongue laps at the slick thatâs dripping out of you. Your pretty little skirt pushed up, your panties pushed to the side as she laps and sucks at your juices. She can feel you dripping onto her chin and it only makes her that much more eager to swallow every bit you have to offer.Â
âWe shouldnât be doing thisââ Fuck. Vi starts doing tricks with her tongue, sliding in another finger, pushing against the soft spot buried deep as she toys with you in the way knows best. âWe, um, Vi we said just one night.âÂ
âShut the fuck up and take it like a good girl. Or did you forget?â Vi moans into your cunt, the vibrations causing your thighs to shake under her mouth. âItâs not like you were complaining last night.âÂ
Vi silences you as her pace picks up, her fingers fucking you at such a pretty pace, feeling the build grow in the pit of your stomach edging to come to a full bloom.Â
All of you begging for it to be released. Vi uses her free hand to slap your ass, sending you moaning and lurching forward. You push yourself back grinding against her tongue, before she removes her divine mouth as she kisses up your spine, her fingers stuffed inside you not faltering for a moment.Â
Vi continues to kiss up your spine until she reaches the nape of your neck, her breath kissing your skin, your body shivers into her touch. Full lips ghost over your ear before whispering quietly, âAre you sure you want me to stop? I will if you want me to. I just thought you might wanna, you know, take my cock tonight. Give it a good ride.âÂ
The moan you let out would put Aphroditeâs to shame, needy and choked sobs escape you as her fingers thrust inside you faster than they have before.Â
âOh? Do you like the sound of that, babygirl? Want to show me how good you can be for me?â Vi doubled down on her efforts, enjoying how much you arched into her body, your hips pushing back as you grind into quick fingers. Sheâs fucking you better than wellâŠanyone.Â
âVi, please.â Your voice catches in your throat, hoarse and full of need. An insatiable craving; one you fear only she can provide. A few mindless days and careless flirting to land in her sheets, her in yours, the details didnât truly matter. A vampire out for blood, almost more venomous than precious canines breaking the skin, you yearned to suck on every last drop. But she didnât seem to be in a mind frame to relinquish control.Â
âPlease what? Iâm not sure if I understand you.âÂ
All of it, so tantalizing, so fucking infuriating. Three fingers inside you, effectively making you silent, shutting you up as she brings you closer to the edge. Thatâs the thing, truthfully, Vi has you right where she wants. Only a few thrusts away until you come undone around her. The black haired succubus increases the pace, thumb playing with your clit, her calloused fingers increasing your high as she applies more pressure on the thousands of nerve endings on your precious pearl.Â
âShit. Youâre gonna pay for this.âÂ
âWhat? For making you come? I hardly constitute that as a crime.âÂ
Your hands reach for the counter top, youâre not sure what exactly you want, but Vi makes you come for the first time that night. Itâs a game, the push and pull. Dangerous. Intoxicating. Some disposition falling far from your fingertips, a game to her and a downward hill spiral for you. Addiction festering next to an open wound and the only antidote can be found on her tongue. Tasting the devilâs mouth is one thing but swallowing the sensation of the woman youâre beginning to love is something else entirely.Â
Vi, despite her best efforts not to, makes you fall over the edge. Itâs more than her eager tongue and expectant mouth slurping at the vindication of your taste. The craving builds like an exposed vein. Her confidence irrevocably soars like a raven through the midnight sky. Even if Vi acts like sheâs done this before, you could pull the curiosity intertwined with naivety a mile away. Violet has never done this before, not with a woman at least, youâre sure of it. Sheâs a fast learner and such a great accomplishment should replenish such a reward.Â
With the energy you have left, you push your skirt down first, as Vi puts your underwear back in place. She doesnât stop touching you. She canât. There isnât much she feels she has control over, this arrangement being one of them. Sheâs good at this and Vi enjoys it. Every other part of her life, failure surrounds her, her ability not to please anyone in her life.Â
In a constant loop, she finds herself caught in the crossfire. Tugged between sister and lover, family and righteousness. Her enemy becomes her lover and lover becomes enemy â all of it poisons her blood and cures her core â and all of it makes her hear a voice she doesnât recognize but itâs just as true as the four walls surrounding her.Â
Oil and water.Â
Collecting like scars on her porcelain skin, Vi feels herself sink like an obliterating star. Thereâs a wonder settled in her chest, it feels heavy and weak, two incapable fists unable to surround her heart with anything but loss, betrayal even. She canât punch her way out of this one.
All of it wakes a fire in her chest, a dagger being punctured in her heart by the one Vi thought she could trust the most. She doesnât want to admit it so she doesnât.Â
But this? It feels easy.Â
She needs easy, light, even good. Maybe she doesnât deserve it.Â
Vi definitely doesnât, the sentence flows like a never-ending stream of waterfall continuously drowning her. The blood on her hands stains her perception of all things pure, she wonders how she even sees you at all. How you see her more vividly than anyone, possibly even Cait. Thereâs no judgment, no snarky remark of where she comes from. Even if she thought there had once been love, Vi questions it now.Â
When you come, it feels like a breath of fresh air, a golden wave washing over her sinful hands. Each stroke of gold, your grit and blind hopefulness soaks Viâs entity. This is what she wants. Thereâs nothing more than this, someone she could love, who loves her. Itâs uncomplicated but the feeling flees as you come to it. Vi canât help but feel regretful as you cover your ass, itâs such a pretty sight. She canât stop that sheâs greedy, youâve fed her for the first time in her life and now Vi feels full but sheâs only human.Â
A sinner always craves more.Â
She lets her touch linger on the gold between your thighs, pushing the white substance back into you before Vi lets you feel how wet you are, the dripping slick feels uncomfortable caged into cotton underwear and she wants you to feel it. The breath Vi hears are still heavy, impossibly heavy, and thereâs pride in hearing you center yourself, back pressed against her chest as Vi keeps you in place.Â
The pleasure within your body begins to slither away as you come back into the angel you are and not the sexual deviant bent over the woman who never pulls her punches.Â
âFelt good, yeah?â Vi says. Her angelic, sweeter than the cotton candy stick in your teeth, voice penetrates through. You like it too much. It shouldnât make you feel as good as it does. Desperately, you want to keep this casual but youâre even losing your footing.Â
You pride yourself on the lack of attachment; you donât need it. Never really had. But then with her it seems to change even faster than the seasons, your wall breaks somehow in between from spring to summer. With intent, you move around, her bright eyes have darken a bit but the fading light looks brighter than youâve ever seen it.Â
Fuck, Vi is making this difficult.Â
âYou could say that.â You speak softly, a tremble in your voice occurs but Vi says nothing but she does smirk. âCan I ask you something?âÂ
You turn around and suddenly Vi is staring at your exposed cleavage, the one you use to draw in patreons and to fill your pockets with as many tips as one can muster. Vi had been one, a faithful one trying to drink her away to the bottom of every bottle until she found something else for her. Something that didnât leave a burn in her throat.Â
âWhat is it?âÂ
âWas it your first time? The first night?âÂ
Sheepishly, Vi blushes. For a second, she contemplates lying but youâd see right through it. Right through her. It would only take one look in her blues and you would know.Â
âThat obvious?â Vi struggles with her words next but she manages to murmur a lame excuse. âStillwater didnât leave much time for this.âÂ
âAnd after?â You tease but the sincerity in your eyes soothes her.Â
âThere could have been but there wasnât. Some things just donât fit.â Oil and water is what she wants to say but she bites her tongue.Â
âYou should have told me. I wouldnât have been so, I donât know, selfish?âÂ
âThereâs nothing selfish about it. I wanted to make you feel good. Did you enjoy yourself?â This time she makes your skin feel hot. Fuck.Â
âYeah, I did enjoy myself,â you pressed against her as your arms loop around Viâs necks to bring her closer âbut I think itâs officially my turn to offer my services. Donât you think so?âÂ
Itâs how Vi ends up here, in your place, in your bed â soaked.Â
If there was one thing you knew, it was how to please someone. You managed to pull whimpers out of her she didnât even know existed. The desperate plea coming from her shivering body as she spilled in your mouth the first time sent a shiver down her spine, the band in her stomach snapping as you sloppily spit on her cunt, constant circles of pressure on her clit seeing nothing but your eyes look up at her.Â
Not letting a single drop go to waste, you fucked Vi through it, swallowing her completely. Vi shed the wrap covering her chest next. Her body bruised from the pit fights but you couldnât think of anyone more beautiful than her. You paid attention to her collarbones, neck, and her tits. Sucking on her nipples as Vi tries to come down from the high you placed her on, she doesnât think she ever will.Â
She tries not to think that she wanted these things with Caitlyn. Cait. Cupcake.Â
Vi only allows herself to think of her when sheâs dreaming, visions of what that could have been, what she used to be. All of it so trivial, so senseless when she thinks of you. How you make her feel is different and she tries not to think of what it all means.Â
One night.Â
Then two.Â
Now three.Â
In another life, maybe she was stronger, and didn't need to be wanted. Hell, even needed. She could wait for someone who she thought loves her but the other part of her doesnât want to think, she wants to feel. Vi likes feeling the softness of your skin, the light in your laughter, the swell of your exposed chest, the way your greedy eyes take in her abs, your soft lips kissing every part of her skin. The smooth, the scarred, the unworthy â you take it all in such stride.Â
âDo you want to stop? I think I lost you for a second.â You inquire to the pretty girl beneath you, her hands find your waist, creating makeshift circles on your hip bones.Â
âNo, thatâs the last thing I want.â Vi brings you to her lips, capturing your bottom lip, tongue invading your mouth. She tastes herself as your tongue melts with hers and the rest of her worries melt away. Itâs just you and her. âI want to keep going.âÂ
âThen tell me what you want, baby. Iâll do whatever you want. Itâs yours if you want it.âÂ
Itâs spoken as a reminder. All of this is her decision. Vi decides when she wants this, how she wants it, and youâre letting her take all of it in the way she needs. Vi tried not to think the first couple times, she never wanted her first time to be a big deal. Maybe with Caitlyn it could have been, but then she changed.Â
Vi thought maybe she could too. So, she did.Â
âCan youââ Vi stutters. Yet again her attention gets pulled to your tits, the softness of your stomach, she canât stop looking at you. As if sheâs trying to remember everything about you. Sheâs committed to it. Vi wants to remember the soft curves of your hips, the way you moan when she comes on your tongue.Â
The sight of you looking down at her makes she lose every rational thought, she wants to commit to memory forever. It wonât be something she easily forgets.Â
âGotta speak up, babygirl. Especially if you want me to keep my attention focused on this pretty cunt of yours.âÂ
You sit between her legs, tilting your head, you look at her glistening pussy, the way it shines with her cum and your sloppy spit. It would look even more exquisite with a little more. Taking a beat as you take your time, you gather enough in your mouth before spitting slowly, Vi whimpering as your spit makes contact with her lower pair of lips. She couldnât stop it, it slips and youâre grinning, hips desperately bucking to feel more of it.Â
âF-Fuck, need your cock. Please? I need it more than anything.â Vi confesses. Thereâs no need for dignity, especially if she keeps it and you wonât give her what sheâs itching for.Â
âYeah? Are you sure about it? Donât want you backing out just in case you canât be a good girl and take it.âÂ
She can take it but she canât take the countless teasing, trapped underneath the images drowning in her mind. This is what she wants, someone to dissolve into her, make her forget everything that has happened, just a pretty girl with some pretty tits who knows how to fuck. Right? Thatâs all this is. Itâs all it can be tonight. Her lip is busted from the fight tonight, knuckles bloodied and bruised, but you donât seem to mind all that much. Itâs all the same to you. Vi is all the same, thatâs been clear from the start.Â
Then, she decides to let her mind get shut off, let herself fall into you. You did know how to take care of her and tonight she would let you.Â
âLet me know if itâs too much, okay?âÂ
âI promise.âÂ
Once the harness is on, you wedge yourself in between her thighs, tattooed and toned, brave and brawny but she transforms into someone else entirely once youâre sinking inside her warm walls. You think about what it would feel like to feel her. Is she clenching around your cock? Would you feel the throbbing heartbreak of her clit? What you can hear is the whimper, uncontrollable and breathtaking, you slip further into her as you make home in her beautiful cunt.Â
Sheâs made it yours to take. Youâd do anything and everything for her, the thought alone scares so you do what you do best, you grind your hips slowly. Not wanting to overwhelm her too quickly, itâs the first time sheâs taking penetration and you want it to be good for her.Â
âYouâre so perfect. Doing so good for me, taking my cock like a fucking champ.â You whisper out, taking too much enjoyment in her getting lost in your soft thrusts. Viâs chest starts to heave as her hips roll into yours. Vi never even imagined wanting this, or that she could really have it with someone else. Itâs not like sheâs experienced, she has nothing to compare it to, but it feels incredibly intimate.Â
She likes how youâre being with her. Soft, gentle, delicate. Vi thought sheâd never want to feel that way, but maybe itâs just under the right circumstance in the right light.Â
âShit, shit, shitâ Vi chants as your hand grabs the headboard, giving her one particular powerful thrust. Perky tits spring to life, jolting against the sudden movement, her moan so fucking load, as you continue your movements. This time not as hard, but you pick up your pace, wanting to see if she would have any arguments against it but Vi doesnât. Profanities and whimpers leave her mouth as you split her on your cock. Face half-smashed into the pillow, trying to muffle her moans and you offer this one mercy.Â
Sheâs still shy.Â
Now is a good time as any to fuck it out of her.Â
âDo you want more Vi? Want me to goâŠfaster?â Placing a hand on her abdomen, the abs defined and clenching as you halt your thrust for a moment. âDo you wanna feel me in your stomach, baby?âÂ
âCan you even do that? Iâm not so sure youâre even capable. Looks like the rookie knows more moves than the veteran.â Vi bites back. But it doesnât last for long. Vi thinks she must have said the wrong thing, pushed you too far, you slipped off her but only to move her body to the edge of the bed, placing her on all fours right in front of a very convenient mirror.Â
âFine. Thought Iâd be sweet but that isnât what you really want. If you want to get treated like a whore, Iâll fuck you like one.â You take a beat to appreciate her wonderfully sculpted back, the artwork is truly exquisite. It feels so much like her but the foolish girl is smirking at you through the mirror.Â
You know youâve been caught ogling at her body, checking out every inch of her exposed body, you slap her ass in retaliation but she just grinds her ass back onto you.Â
âIâm waiting.â Teasingly, Vi arches her spine more. âWhereâs the whore fucking youâre muling about?âÂ
In one move, youâre inside her, fucking her beautiful face into the mattress. Never in her life has she felt so full, so good, so sweet. You grab her by the meat of her hips, bringing you back on her repeatedly. Vi wonders what she would give to have this, have you, and the thought scares her just as badly. She instead focused on you.Â
Tits bouncing as you thrust into her at a punishing pace. Divinely and so perfectly you, making her see stars, she feels trapped. Not in a punishing way, but in a way that has her never wanting to leave the entrapments of your coaxing cock. At this moment, this is where sheâs meant to be, just a toy for you to use.Â
But itâs more than what meets the eye. If Vi was just a toy, youâd be done after the first night. Tonight, you werenât using her for your own pleasure. You seemed perfectly content to give. The shine in her eyes gave you something only she could, edging you even further, a constant wave hitting Vi like a tidal wave making home on the shore.Â
âGod, youâre just too perfect. Fuck, just like that, take whatâs yours.â Bouncing back on the strap, the words fall from her lips before she canât stop them. Overflowing like a water fountain, itâs before she really even realizes what sheâs saying, it just feels right.Â
âMommy, please.âÂ
Vi has had those words on the tip of her tongue but not that youâre fucking her into a different dimension, she lets the aching plea slip from sinful lips. Itâs only once but itâs enough to set you off. You pull Vi up, her gorgeous back pressed against your chest, sitting on your thighs as you fuck up into her. Brutally, she takes everything you have to give.Â
Sweat glistening across her body, accentuating her chest as she tries to compose herself but you donât give her the option. No. It would be too easy, wouldnât it?
âI want you to watch, Violet. Watch yourself when you cum, be a good girl and show me how pretty you look, hm? Wouldnât wanna disappoint, Mommy, now would you?âÂ
Vi sucks on your middle digit, tongues swirling as she feels the tight band in her stomach, threatening to snap. Sheâs close. When the sensationally soft pad of your thumb applies pressure on her clit, Viâs done for.Â
âShit, oh my fucking god, baby baby babbyyyyy.â Incoherent murmurs and moans come in abundance as Vi bounces herself your cock, falling right apart as you toy with her clit, fucking her through the impending high. Your other arm tweaks around and up, fingers squeezing her tits, over stimulating her as she slumps against you.Â
Itâs the easiest task ever done. Submit to you, your skilled fingers, the power of your sinfully sensational thrusts, she comes all over you. The powerful demeanor weakens before your very eyes. When you gently move her back on the bed, slipping out of her, Viâs eyes begin to water from the loss.Â
The first time getting strapped down is always a lot to handle, youâd still taken it easier on her, too afraid you would push her too far but by the blissed out eyes, sheâd enjoyed herself. She had enjoyed herself and you couldnât really ask for much more.Â
When the both of you are cleaned up, Vi cuddles into your frame and you let her. Even if your first instinct is to push her away, saying something you know thatâll hurt her, none of it finds any merit on your tongue. For the first time, you find it difficult to turn away a pretty girl, her lips kissing your collarbones, up your neck until she finds home on your own lips, sloppily invading your mouth with your tongue.Â
Hitting you where it hurts, she moans your name in her mouth, unable to contain the neediness she feels around you. Itâs worse than Cait. This is pure addiction entangled with something carnal. Vi knows if she doesnât get to fuck you again, you fucking her cunt again, she might as well give up on life now.Â
âI could go again.âÂ
You chuckle. Of course she could.Â
âDonât know rookie, that might be all you can handle for the night.âÂ
Itâs a challenge and you know sheâll bite the bait.Â
With ease she gets on top of you, and just as if sheâs done it a hundred times, Vi sinks on your cock, âI think I can handle another ride, donât you?âÂ
#m'actually kinda proud of this one#i hope y'all like it :')#lmk what you think <3#vi#vi arcane#arcane league of legends#league of legends#vi smut#vi x reader#vi x you#vi arcane x reader#wlw post#wlw fanfiction#lesbian#violet arcane x reader#vi x fem reader#arcane x you#violet arcane
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hii bestie i loveee ur writing <33 the arcane finale is literally driving me insane holy shit and i just keep thinking about how all the old bitches on the council are probably bigoted assholes to our beloved sevika at first (hopefully) and was wondering if youâd consider writing the reader comforting her after these council meetings or letting her take out any stress on the reader from these meetings heheh okie bye thanks hope youâre doing amazingly <3
GOD. i've been thinking about it more lately (the euphoria of her making it through the series alive is wearing off too) and i just. really need to hug her. because YES she lived and YES zaun is getting a voice and YES she is the best person for the job, but... she lost EVERYTHING. and now she's gonna have to be treated like shit forever for her city. and of course she's gonna stick it out because that's who she is and she'll do anything for zaun but FUCK. i need to hug her so bad. okay lets write lol.
men and minors dni
it's been a hard year.
you and sevika got your worlds rocked when isha and jinx stumbled in your lives, and then you got your hearts broken when they stumbled back out.
there wasn't even a moment to catch your breath before you had to start rebuilding efforts and negotiations with piltover.
and then sevika was appointed to represent the free nation of zaun in piltover's council as the sister cities figure out how to rebuild and get the undercity on it's feet as it gains independence.
and, in a way, it's everything sevika's ever wanted. she's there to assure that the topsiders treat her city right, she's there to demand everything zaun deserves. she gets to oversee development in the undercity, she gets to open schools and parks and libraries.
but in another way, she's never been so miserable in her life.
the councilor's are all members of the wealthiest families in piltover-- and they do not take kindly to sevika's sudden addition to the council.
shoola's been sevika's one true ally, her biggest advocate and defender in the council room. they're friends, in that the same tentative way sevika was friends with silco, but... maybe a little kinder. a little more lighthearted.
shoola's become a close friend of yours, too. she learned quickly that sevika keeps her cards close to her chest, and she often comes to you for an insight into what your wife is thinking. it's fun to have someone to laugh with over sevika's quirks, and you're endlessly appreciative of the woman's fierce protection of your wife in the council, when you can't be there to defend her.
still, though. shoola isn't always there, and she can't control the whispers sevika overhears.
and it's not like your wife is new to being insulted. but it's one thing to be cursed out by a man you're fighting in the street, and a different thing entirely to overhear posh accents whispering about 'sump rats' and 'undercity trash.'
especially when those same posh accents are the people demanding tax cuts for the wealthy, and budget cuts for the undercity.
so, you've been anticipating this.
this being your wife breaking down in silent sobs, crying so hard she can't make any noise, kneeling before you the moment you gets home to bury her face in your stomach.
but just because this has been a long time coming, doesn't mean it breaks your heart any less.
"oh, sevika." you whisper shakily, kicking your boots off before kneeling down and wrapping your arms around her. she buries her face in your shoulder, her arms circling your waist with desperation. "fuck, baby. i'm right here. let it out." you say.
sevika shakes against you, taking desperate gasps for air between her sobs. "i'm so tired." she stutters out. you start crying at her words, settling down onto your ass to pull her into your lap.
"i know, baby. you've been working your whole fuckin' life." you say, scratching her scalp and rubbing her back as she curls up on top of you.
"and i fucking miss them." she cries.
you let out a choked cry and nod, kissing her forehead as tears stream down your cheeks. "yeah." you choke out. "me too."
there's nothing else to say. everything else sevika already knows. you love her. you've got her. jinx and isha are together now, and zaun is free. none of it makes it any better, though.
so you just hold her.
in a while, you'll both run out of tears and get sore from your spots on the floor. you'll dry both of your tears, kiss sevika soundly, and comb her hair from her face as you whisper her praises. you'll call for food to be delivered, draw a nice bath, and you'll make sevika eat and soak until her eyes droop. and then, you'll take her to bed. in the morning, sevika will go back to the council, despite the fact that everyone in that building looks down on her, because sevika is nothing if not loyal to zaun. and tomorrow evening, you'll be waiting here at home to build back up all her confidence that those rich assholes managed to tear down throughout the day.
but, for now, sevika's still crying.
so, for now, you just hold her.
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#did i make myself cry writing this? yes. sorry.#sevika#sevika arcane#sevika imagine#sevika x reader#sevika x you#soft sevika
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Spring Fling - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader (Part Five) (18+) / Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
Summary: You should have known the âno refundsâ detail on the website for Spring Fling was a red flag. But you paid no mind to it, eager to be assigned a quick fuck for spring break. When the man that walks through your cabin door is none other than Jake 'Hangman' Seresin, your wildly infuriating fellow pilot, you have two choices: bicker the entire time and have a miserable spring break, or fuck.
Contents/Warnings: smut, minors dni. fem!reader, pilot!reader, enemies/rivals to lovers, lots and lots of arguing, could these two people be any less cooperative, sex seven ways to sunday and then some, seriously like so much smut it'll make your eyes bleed, makeouts, rough sex, oral (m+f receiving), penetrative sex, will add as i post
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A/N: Thank you all for waiting for this chapter! I know it took me longer to finish this one than it did the others but it's the longest chapter so far, and I also had a lot of major life events go down in the time between this chapter and last. I appreciate each and every single one of you who stayed patient with me, and I hope that this chapter and that the rest to come are worth the wait :) <3
feedback is greatly appreciated! comment, reblog, talk in the tags, send me a message, tell me what you think!
Youâre doing a terrible job at paying attention to where youâre going as you take the elevator, jamming your finger against the 12 button so hard it hurts. Pizza is on the twelfth floor, and youâre hoping Daniel will be there early like you so that you can forget about Jake and his tyrannical rule.Â
Itâs clear as day to you; Jake thinks he has control over you just the same way he has control over the girls that drool over him at the Hard Deck. He thinks one glance will melt your brain into mush, but it wonât. It doesnât, and youâre not letting the cockiest man you know believe heâs won you over. Especially one that you work with. If anyone found out- if any of your fellow aviators knew that youâd succumbed to Jakeâs charms⊠youâd risk losing the respect youâve fought hard to earn on the tarmac. Youâre not letting your career take a nosedive because Jake wonât stop bragging about getting his dick wet. He doesnât get a say in your life if he has nothing genuine to contribute to it. You know him well enough to know that caving in and fucking would be the worst decision of your life, and you refuse to let him feel like heâs won you like a prize. Youâre standing up for yourself; if he can shit-talk Daniel, you can shit-talk Miss Melons.
Your skin prickles with annoyance the more you think about the woman that had approached you both- seriously, did she not consider that she was being intrusive and rude? You assume Jake has snagged her away from her roommate by now, and theyâre probably having a better time than you are.Â
Everything feels unfair, down to the coincidental roommate placement. Itâs like the universe had heard you needed a break, and wanted to punish you for it.
Cracking open your book helps, but it takes you a while to get into the groove. Youâre sitting poolside across from the pizza place, eyes glancing from page to parlor every once in a while to check for a certain bearded man. The main lead is compelling, and your stomach soars as you imagine Daniel in a cowboy hat. Youâd save that horse.
Peace is hard to find while sitting poolside on a cruise, but chaos is actually the perfect white noise for you to read, and your concentration isnât broken until a shadow falls over your lounge chair. You glance up, but itâs not the man youâd wanted to see.
âHey.â Jakeâs already frowning, his face apprehensive like he thinks youâll scream at him to get away. You want to, but you donât want to cause a scene.
âWhat, Hangman?â
âIâm not trying to control you.â He pushes despite seeing your gaze back on your book, âI just donât think youâre meant to be with Daniel. But I shouldnât have given you a hassle for doing the same thing to me. I just⊠I do it because-â
He stops short, glancing sideways at a man running despite the clear no running sign on the lifeguard tower. You decide to help him in his moment of need.
âBecause youâre used to women who let you walk all over them. Even if youâre not trying to control me, youâre used to having that control. Itâs familiar for you, so you expect it, even if you donât know youâre doing it. But Iâm not like that. You canât keep me waiting on you.â
The scoff he lets out is accompanied by an expression that looks truly pained, âThat ainât it at all. But forget it. Donât worry about why I do it. I just thought maybe you were doinâ it to me for the same reasons. But never mind. Iâll shut up about Daniel. Truce?â
You glare up at him, book still open in your lap. He extends an uncharacteristically helping hand, and you wait a truly uncomfortable amount of time before taking it and shaking once.
âTruce.â
He takes the chair beside you, stretched out in the sun. Unfortunately, it seems like your reading time is over as his head turns to you, âSo, Dudley showed up yet?â
âHeâs coming for lunch.â You cling to your novel, trying desperately to ignore Jake and his instantly broken promise, âWhat about Melon girl, they werenât ripe enough for you?â
âShe wasnât my type.â He starts, and thereâs a heavy silence before he continues, âI donât like a woman who thinks itâs fun to get between a couple.â
The sideways glance you send Hangman, the âI-told-you-soâ smirk, is lethal.
âAnyways.â He continues, tone more casual now, âFancy a swim, darlinâ?â
âIâll read instead,â You offer, âBut you have fun, Hangman.â
âParty Pooper,â He accuses, standing from the lounge chair heâs occupying and stretching briefly, âYouâre an absolute mood-killer. No fun, the most boring person on this boat.â
âIâm about to be more of one: have you put sunscreen on?â
âNope,â He grins, âYou volunteering to do the honors, you sleazy thing?â
âAbsolutely not. But you can use the stuff in my bag.â You nod at your tote bag, âDonât use it all, though.â
âYes, maâam.â Jake nods, folding into a seat on the edge of the lounge chair beside yours, âSo, whatâs going on in that book, they boning yet?â
âMhm.â You nod absently as Jake begins smearing sunscreen over his arms and legs, âReal sexy stuff.â
âIâve got somethinâ sexier for you.â
âItâs a porn book, Hangman,â You clarify, in case heâs forgotten, âIâm trying to read porn. Leave me alone.â
âThereâs porn right here!â He calls, arms out to show off his impressively tanned and toned chest, a thick layer of sunscreen giving it a sheen that glistens in the light. As reluctant as you are to admire anything about Jake, you canât lie; he has a body worth ogling. But you will not ogle it.
âThis pornâs better,â You hum, glancing up at Jake through your lashes, deceptively inviting, âThis guyâs got a cowboy hat on.â
âIâve got a million and one cowboy hats,â Jake insists, slowly inching towards you and away from the edge of the pool, âIs that really all it takes, darlinâ? âCause I can slap one on in seconds, if thatâs what youâre after. âEven brought one with me in case my roommate was into it.â
âMm, maybe,â You let him get closer, excitement clearly swirling in his eyes as he advances towards your chair. He doesnât notice the shifting of your feet until itâs too late and one is shoving firmly against his chest, knocking him off balance and sending him tumbling backwards into the pool.
Thereâs not anyone in his immediate vicinity besides you, so you take the brunt of the splash, but itâs worth it.
âBut I like it better when the hatâs on a real gentleman!â You call, laughter interrupting your words as Jake emerges from the pool well and truly soaked, shaking water out of his hair. Heâs been thoroughly underwater trained, so heâd been able to catch his breath in time despite the surprise of it all, and thereâs no real harm done besides the initial splash.
âYou dirty rotten minx,â He calls, water dripping from his short hair into his eyes, âYou lured me in with the promise of cowboy hat sex just to push me in the pool?â
âI canât believe you fell for it!â Youâre still laughing, but maybe this bout of giggles is only to annoy him, âThatâs, like, the oldest trick in the book. Well, maybe besides the cowboy hat sex thing. But you shouldnât have gotten so close!â
He braces his elbows on the wall of the pool, the border surely burning his skin. But he stares at you regardless, âI thought you were finally givinâ in.â
âItâd take a lot more than a cowboy hat to make me give in, Jake.â You laugh, turning back to your book, âLike, a full personality transplant.â
Jake hears Danicaâs words repeated back to him in his head, âShow, donât tellâ.
âNoted. Iâll look into oneâuh those,â He quips, smile sarcastic and empty as he resorts to swimming alone, âHey, when youâre done with that chapter, you should join me.â
âNo.â
âAlright.â
You glance away from the bookâs pages at Hangmanâs unusual, immediate acceptance of your refusal. But he lifts himself out of the water- no stairs, no ladder, only his forearms against the deck, and your stomach sinks as you realize he might be playing a game of wills with you.
Instead, he sits beside you again, this time facing away from you, âWill you rub some sunscreen on my back?â
You want to say no. You would, if he were only asking to feel your hands on him. And maybe thatâs part of it, but you also know that as much as he tans, he could burn, and his back is the only part of himself that he canât reach. Youâd want someone to do you the solid too, so you sigh and set your book aside.
âFine. But you owe me.â
âMhm.â He nods, passing you the sunscreen, âIâll rub it wherever you want, Y/N.â
You whack him upside the head with the bottle, and when he hisses in pain and pitches forwards, you squirt some of the lotion onto your palm and begin applying it to the broad, tanned, muscled expanse of his back.
Youâre no masseuse, but apparently youâre rubbing all the right places, because Jake lets out grunts and groans that are borderline pornographic. If they were coming from anyone else, you might have squirmed in your seat, but each one sends your eyes rolling skywards as you cover Jakeâs skin in goopy sun lotion.
âDamn, youâre good.â Jake grunts as you dig into a knot beneath his shoulder blade, âDo that again?â
âIâm putting sunscreen on you, Jake, not working out muscle tension.â
âOh, come on, just a little more?â He pleads, turning so that he can glance at you from the side of his gaze, eyes shining in prayer.
You dig extra hard into his muscle, and you take some sort of wicked pleasure in the way that his resulting groan is more of a pained yelp than something of enjoyment.Â
âThere, Hangman.â You whack the middle of his back, between his shoulder blades, âYouâre all oiled up.â
âArenât you glad you were the one to get to do it?â Jake grins blindingly, and you bury your nose in your book again to avoid answering his question.
âOh, you can stick your face in that book all you want,â Jake drawls, and you hear the displacement of the water he steps in as he lowers himself into the pool, gracefully and by choice this time, âBut I know you liked having your hands all over me, darlinâ.â
You want to gripe something back- something witty and cutting that will tear him down where he stands, but heâs turned away from you, already submerging himself to begin swimming laps. You admire his dedication to exercise even while on vacation- you have no plans to visit the gym in the lower decks.
Jake sees the diving board just as you do, and you keep him in your peripheral vision as he climbs out of the pool to make his way up the ladder. Your novel is begging to be read, but your eyes stick firm on one fitting word- âabdomenâ so that you can watch Jake from the corner of your eye as he prepares to dive.
Fortunately, you donât need to continue the ruse of reading because Jake bellows from across the deck, âY/N, look!â
Youâre met with a grin when you look up at him, his arms raised above his head and joined flush together in diving position, âIâm gonna dive- watch me.â
âIâm watching.â You call, injecting your voice with as much disinterest as you can manage without feeling guilty, âThis feels like babysitting, Hangman.â
He dives instead of quipping back, and itâs an impressive one, not that youâll sing his praises for it. He comes up on the side of the pool closest to you, arms flinging an arc of water onto the concrete before you.
âWas it good?â He asks, panting slightly, hanging onto the wall.
âYes,â You reply, a sickly sweet smile on your face as you condescend to him, âYou did so good, honey.â
âShut up,â He sends a wave of water splashing over your sandals, and you canât be mad at him after all the teasing youâve been inflicting upon him.
âIâve been workinâ on my diving,â He goes back to swimming around, this time more casual as he keeps his head above the water to speak with you, âMy nieces back home are learninâ to swim so Iâve been in the pool a lot lately. Anytime they drag me in there I dive in and splash them.â
His arms cut through the water with strength and ease, confident strokes as you mull over his words. The image of Jake urging a toddler in floaties to cross a 3-foot gap into his arms is- endearing, not that youâll admit it. You hum in acknowledgement, and tuck back into your book.
Thereâs not many people in the pool this early- most are probably still in bed with a hangover and a mess to clean up - and itâs large to boot, so thereâs plenty of room. Your eyes drift left and catch sight of a jacuzzi, and suddenly your beach chair seems to pale in comparison.
Okay, you wonât join Jake in the pool, but youâll relax for a couple of minutes in the jacuzzi. Just until Daniel gets here.
Jake doesnât notice that youâve stood until your chair is empty, and you have a perfect view of him floundering, scanning the entire deck until he spots you half-submerged in the hot tub.
You get to laugh at him again, and he grants you a good-natured grin instead of getting annoyed.
âI thought youâd finally found whatâs-his-name,â Jake swims over to the separation wall that keeps the hot water parted from the cold, âMind if I join you, Y/N?â
âOnly if youâre- careful!â You shriek, trying desperately to protect the pages of your book from his sopping wet skin as he scales the barrier, âHangman, if this book gets wet, youâre replacing it for me.â
âAlright, alright! Iâll take you on a shopping spree, relax. Hey, if Iâm buyinâ you porn books, doesnât that make me somethinâ like a sugar daddy?â
âYouâre not getting any sugar,â You shrug, âBut sure.â
âJust call me daddy, Y/N.â He grins, âThatâs all the sugar I need.â
You hide behind your book so that he canât see the way your face wrinkles into a grimace. The heat from the jacuzzi spreads inexplicably quick all of a sudden, warming your neck, your ears, your face, and Jake lets out a thick, heavy groan as he settles into the warm water.
âThis is nice.â He muses, eyes closed, âReal relaxing.â
âItâs less relaxing when someoneâs talking the whole time,â You peek across the side of your book, âShut up, maybe?â
Jake snorts, leaning his head back against the edge of the pool, âAlright, alright your majesty. Iâll stay silent.â
You donât verbally thank him, but you donât make a scene when his leg drifts across the jet currents of the jacuzzi to brush against yours.
You cover a good chunk of your novel before a voice calls your name, and this time itâs the two people youâd been hoping to see all morning. Danica waves giddily at you and Jake, whoâs picked his head up from where you thought heâd fallen asleep and is already mad-dogging Daniel. You wave back to Danica, and cast a quick glance down at your bathing suit before standing to greet Daniel. Itâs just as tight and showy as you prefer it to be.Â
You pay no attention to Jake where he gets out behind you, too focused on Daniel to care. But perhaps you should have, because youâre two steps from meeting Daniel in the middle when Jakeâs strong arm shoves you sideways, and your book is wrenched from your grasp as you fall sideways into the pool.
Itâs cold, colder even because youâd been soaking in the hot tub. Youâre surprised, but you suppose you canât even really be mad at him considering itâs just payback for what heâd done to you.
Youâve barely righted yourself in the water before thereâs another splash beside you, and when you finally emerge thereâs hands reaching for your waist, Danielâs as you realize heâd jumped in to help you.Â
âYou-!â You splutter at Jake with bleary, chlorine-soaked eyes, attention split between Daniel whoâs trying to ensure youâre alright, and Jake whoâs snickering while holding your book in his thankfully dry hand.
âYou asshole.â Daniel finishes for you, âShe could have drowned!â
âI know how to swim,â You brace a hand on Danielâs chest- startlingly bare, but riddled with coarse, brown hair, âItâs fine, I- I pushed him in earlier.â
âRelax, Prince Charming. Itâs just a bit of payback. And look,â Jake waves your novel in front of you, âDry as a bone.â
âWell I am- uh, not.â You stand half-submerged in the pool, Daniel still holding onto your waist, âSo, I guess I will go swimming.â
âGreat. You can swim with us.â Daniel smiles, warm and inviting as he keeps his hands on you.
âYeah, us.â Jake agrees, taking Danicaâs towel and spreading it over a sunny lounge chair for her.
Jake helps lower Danica gently into the pool, holding her hand while she takes the stairs, before jumping in beside you so that youâre splashed by the wave he creates.
âYou are an asshole,â You laugh, breaking away from Danielâs grip to shove at Jakeâs shoulder. The grins on your faces are bright and genuine, perhaps the first time youâve both been able to laugh with each other the entire trip. It feels nice, and you donât fight when he shoves back at you with strong arms.
âHey- hey!â Danica shouts, standing behind Daniel with a hand on his shoulder, âWhy donât you turn that pushing and shoving into a game of chicken?â
âIâm down,â Daniel seems thrilled to be opposite Jake as he lowers himself for Danica to climb atop his shoulders, âY/N, you okay on his shoulders?â
Jake does the honors himself, dunking himself under the water and coming up between your legs. You barely have time to plant your hands on the top of his head, fingers twisting instinctively into his hair as you accidentally tug it while he stands at his full height again.
âShit, sorry Hangman.â You let go of his hair, hoping you hadnât yanked too hard. Heâs forgiven, for now, so you wonât resort to childish things like hair-pulling.
âThatâs okay, darlinâ.â He grins, craning his neck back to meet your eye, âI like it when you tug on my hair.â
You have to overlook Jakeâs suggestive comment as Danicaâs already reaching for you, and you eagerly engage in a shoving match while the two men beneath you plant themselves into the bottom of the pool. You manage to get a leg up on Danica, and theyâre both pushed backwards by the force of your shove, but Daniel surges forwards and ends up knocking you and his roommate right into each other.
You collapse against Danica, forehead-to-forehead, giggling like little girls. Her eyes are bright and shining with amusement, and her breath smells minty- like gum, not toothpaste. Youâre more than happy to begin pushing at each other again, and though youâre confident your navy-built muscles are going to prevail, she lands a critical shove against your shoulder that throws you off-balance and sends you toppling off of Jakeâs shoulders.
The water is cold, colder than you remember as you splash into it, and when you come up for air, already laughing, Jakeâs facing you, having turned when youâd fallen from his shoulders. Heâs grinning too, a hand already outstretched to help you up, but upon seeing you stand his eyes widen and his face drops.
âShit.â He lunges for you, cutting through the water as his arm wraps around your back to yank you tight against his chest. You protest, grunting with exertion as you try fighting against his grip. But his muscles are impressive, and youâre trapped against his chest despite your best efforts.
âWould you cut it out? Iâm trying to help you. Your top came untied.â
âWhat?â You splutter, water trailing down your face as you quell your instinctive struggle against his crushing hold. You realize that the reason for the extreme cold had, in fact, been because your bikini top had abandoned ship, and you barely have time to process the feeling of your bare tits slammed up against Jakeâs hard, toned chest before heâs fishing the bathing suit out of the water and feeding it around your waist.
âUp,â He instructs, lifting his eyes to the expansive blue sky above you so that you can separate yourself from his chest for long enough to cover your own again. Itâs- a strange gesture of courtesy that you would have expected from Daniel, sure, but not Jake. Perhaps thatâs why youâre so sluggish, why it takes you longer than expected to fit your top back over your tits and grapple with the strings.
âYou decent?â Jake asks, and when you grunt in confirmation he drops his eyes again. He notices you struggling with the ties and reaches for them himself, gently swatting your fingers away as he uses his advantage of sight. It presses his muscular shoulder up against your face, and you turn so that your cheek rests against it instead of your nose. Suddenly youâre held against his chest like a slow dance, and something terribly and inexplicably squirmy happens in your stomach.
âDone. I double knotted it.â He hums, and itâs such a sincere tone, one thatâs completely vacant of all his usual dickishness, that you lose yourself staring at his face when he pulls away. You begin examining it for any sign that perhaps he was murdered and replaced with a poorly-trained doppelganger.
His hair looks right, albeit sopping wet. His eyebrows are growing slightly bushier than usual, but nothing youâd consider a complete and total imposter. His nose is still the same: strong, slightly downturned (though not as far as Roosterâs), and thereâs a tiny patch of sunscreen that hasnât been rubbed in near his right eye. His mouth is set in a determined purse as he double knots the strings of your bikini top together, and his eyes- his eyes are different.
Miles different than youâve ever seen them. The outside edge of his hazel-green rings is softened, like someone has blurred their usual sharp border and lined it with suede. His pupils are huge, and theyâd be eclipsing his irises if those werenât so big and puppy-like. He is, in every sense of the word, gentle, inside and out.Â
Jake has never been gentle before.Â
âYou alright?â He asks, and you snap back to reality with his large hands spread over the expanse of your bare back, the eyes that youâd been examining firmly and concernedly fixed upon you. Only a few meager strings separate his skin from yours, and you nod once, steadily as you gently push his arms off of you.
âLetâs go again,â You call to Danica and Daniel, your voice a piss-poor attempt at strength and nonchalance as it lacks its usual life, âGood hit, Danica. But watch out, Iâm gonna kick your ass.â
âBring it,â She grins gleefully, and her giddy gaze drifts downwards to Jakeâs face when he lifts you onto his shoulders yet again. From the looks of it they share some sort of silent conversation- some inside joke that youâre not privy to.Â
Something about that, something about her excluding you from a conversation with your own teammate makes you shove her, not enough to knock her off of Danielâs shoulders, but enough to show her that youâre not going easy on her. She shrieks giddily as she writhes to stay balanced on Danielâs shoulders, a smidge less broad than Jakeâs. Youâre thankful for that, for the steady mount youâve got, as you resume pushing and shoving at Danica.
Jake is going insane. Not only does the phantom sensation of your bare tits- nipples hard from the chilly pool water - stick to him like a wet t-shirt, he can feel you against the back of his neck, your warm sex nestled snugly against him with only the bottom half of your bikini to separate you. Your thighs bracket his head, close enough for him to reach out and bite at, but he has to focus on keeping his stance sturdy so that you can play properly. Danielâs glaring viciously at him across the few feet that separates the four of you, and heâs not going to let Mr. Mailman win.Â
This time, Jake suspects youâve used that military muscle of yours, because Danica slips backwards off of Danielâs dewy shoulders and splashes into the pool. Your hand cups beneath Jakeâs chin, tilting his head upwards and leaning it back into your lap.
âNice one,â He grins upside-down at you, and you bump your fist against his when he offers it. Then youâre craning your neck down, surely uncomfortable as you leave mere inches between your lips and his, and his ears are ringing.
âBack up,â You murmur, disguising it as a congratulatory speech while Daniel helps Danica back onto his shoulders, âGet them to chase us and weâll use the momentum against them.â
âDarlinâ,â Jake proclaims, pride puffing up his chest that your legs are resting against, âYouâre my kinda woman. Always looking to win.â
âJust do it, Hangman,â You scoff, but your eye-roll is less than irritated, fond if anything due to your partnership as Jake drops his head to face Daniel and Danica once more.
Jake stands in place where heâd been before, but when Danica engages with you he begins backing up. Slowly, carefully, ensuring that his feet are planted steadily each step so that youâre not tipped over, he makes his way towards the drop off towards the deeper end of the water. Daniel follows, taking the bait, and soon enough his predicament becomes obvious: heâs not as tall as Jake.
He stands somewhere close to six feet, surely, but not past it like Jake does. Your partnerâs head is still comfortably above water, smirk in full force as Danielâs beard becomes waterlogged.Â
âThatâs not fair!â Danica laughs, petting sympathetically at Danielâs sopping wet hair, âPoor guy, weâll get you stilts for the next round.â
Daniel lands a teasing pinch against the curve of her ass and she shrieks. You lunge for her, using her momentary shock to catch her off guard as you send her tumbling backwards into the water behind Daniel.Â
You donât have time to celebrate before Jake is ducking down and slipping himself out from beneath you, his strong arms bracing your fall so that you barely sink a few feet into the water. He crushes you in a celebratory hug, his laughter harmonizing with your own. He turns you both to face Daniel and Danica as they splutter to catch their breath, his cheek pressed flush against your own.Â
âChicken Champions,â He declares, holding you tight to his side at his own height, which means your feet float above his own in the water, âIâd offer to go again, but thatâd just be cruel. You ladies wanna chatter in the hot tub while Danny-Boy and I show off on the diving board?â
âI brought a book,â Danica hums, face dripping with water you feel only mildly guilty for submerging her in, âIf you wanna read, Y/N, Iâll do it with you.â
âPerfect.â Daniel nods, already cutting through the water on his way to the diving board, âIâll be careful not to splash you guys.â
âI wonât.â Jake supplies helpfully, his grin turned shit-eating as he eyes you up, âNo point in reading one of them smutty porn books if youâre not soaking wet.â
âSplash me and Iâll throw your room key off the side of the boat, Hangman,â You promise, âYouâll be begging strangers to take pity on you in the elevator.â
âNah, thatâs not my style,â Jakeâs voice is dripping with intent while Daniel takes position on the diving board, his swim trunks dripping steady trails of water. You donât know why until he continues, taking his own bait, âIâll leave that to Daniel.â
You blame Jakeâs comment for why Danielâs dive nearly turns into a belly flop. Itâs instantaneous, really, Danielâs changing of posture as he registerâs Jakeâs biting words, and you have half a mind to admonish Jake for riling Daniel up during a dive- that could have ended badly. As it stands, Daniel does a sort of cannonball, though not intentionally, and you and Danica cringe in unison when he lands, sending water splashing well over the divider into the hot tub. Your book remains mostly unscathed- only a droplet of water lands on the cover and obscures the male leadâs face, blurring out his beard and making him appear clean-shaven.Â
Jake is already scaling the ladder, and when he gets to the top he surveys Daniel emerging from the water.
âSix,â He shrugs, sneering down at Daniel from the highest point on the deck, ââCouldâve clinched a seven if you hadnât splashed the ladies, but your form was still shit.â
He doesnât give Daniel a chance to fire back- or maybe the man is just too smart to take Jakeâs bait - before he sets his arms together above his head, and seamlessly, impeccably cuts through the water. For someone so muscular and bulky, his form is graceful- not that youâll ever tell him that. Water arcs outwards from where heâd landed, one half of the splash practically targeting Daniel where he stands watching.
He swims farther, nearly reaching the other end of the pool before he emerges, shaking water from his hair like a dog as he looks intently at you and Danica in the hot tub for a rating.
âTen!â Your reading companion shouts, blessedly unaware of the tense atmosphere- or again, too intelligent to fall for Jakeâs lowly antics- and you look at the water-stained cover of your novel.
You smear away the water droplet with your dry thumb, and the male main characterâs beard returns.
âFour.â You call, voice deadpan as you lock your eyes on your novel, âFor playing dirty and sabotaging the other contestants.â
Hangmanâs grin is open-mouthed and cemented into place as he stands taller than Daniel in the water, tanned skin standing starkly out from the blue of the chlorinated water, âDirtyâs the best way to play, darlinâ.â
Danica shoots you a look from behind the spread of her novel that youâve sent many-a-girlfriend before. Itâs the wide-eyed, restrained smile that screams âWeâre talking about this laterâ, and you mirror her expression with your own disdain.
âLeave us alone,â You call, grinning apologetically at Daniel so that he knows heâs only a bystander, âWe want to read.â
âLetâs leave the ladies to their smut, Dorian.â Jake calls, louder than he needs to be as he stretches to display his toned abdomen and muscled arms, âWe can find our own fun. Wanna see who can swim the fastest? Place your bets, ladies: pilot or mailman?â
âYou swam pretty slow when you crash-landed in the Pacific that one time,â You muse, fighting to keep a smirk off of your face, âI remember thinking you would die in the time it took for you to swim back to shore.â
âWouldnâtâve gone so slow if I wasnât hauling my RIO back to shore. He hit his head on the way down,â Jake dips his head towards Danica, happily regaling her with the tale, and you realize youâve only fluffed his ego more, âSo he was unconscious. Well I couldnât just leave him there, âpoor guy was only a trainee. So I took him along. It did slow me down, but,â He heaves a disgusting, gaudy, fake sigh, âIt was worth it to send him back home to his mama.â
You taste a hint of blood where youâve apparently chewed through your lip. You let it go and hope nothing escapes your mouth. It would be a shame to stain the pages of your novel red.
Youâre trying very hard not to pay attention to Jake and Danica where heâs engaged her in a staring contest. Well, you suppose itâs not much of a contest that she can win: the point is that youâre losing. Jakeâs showing off his impressive build, still running his mouth with every vaguely self-complementary anecdote he can embellish, and Danica is taking the bait, which means that your rampant attempts to cool Jakeâs ego have failed.Â
You let the warm, borderline-hot water sink into your skin and simmer alongside the building irritation that threatens to blow beneath the surface. Youâre tired. This was supposed to be a relaxing vacation for you- or, if not relaxing, a good way to blow off steam. You were supposed to be bent in half up against the shower wall by now, not bending the pages of your book with the strong grip youâve cemented onto them while you mediate Jakeâs ego and the willingness of so many women to accommodate it.Â
Part of you wants to let loose and have fun- not with Jake, of course. Never with Jake. But part of you wants to act rationally, forget the constant rivalry between you two and let him shack up with whoever will show him her tits first. But the other part of you, the one that cheers every time he places second in a show of skill, wants to knock him down a peg. Itâs why youâre so persistently humbling him- or, trying to, at least. Something about him putting on this cocky persona- erasing all human emotion to make way for pure sleaze puts you on edge, and you pity the fool who believes it.
You canât tell if Danicaâs that fool yet, because sheâs turned back to her book with a smile, but to her credit she doesnât ogle him while heâs swimming. It would be easy to- heâs all tanned muscle and gestures that show off just the right curve or vein. He knows how to preen, but Danica seems to be minding her own business. That makes it easier for you to read your own novel; you donât feel like you have to keep an eye out for her anymore.
Youâre not sure whether itâs a love for the act or a wordless competition to outswim the other that keeps Jake and Daniel occupied with lapping the pool for so long, but as more and more people filter out of their rooms and onto the deck, thereâs not much room for recreation anymore.
âAre you done?â You ask Danica, peering over at her after someone unknowingly sends a wave of water straight for you both, narrowly avoiding soaking your novels.
âI think Iâm done.â She nods sheepishly, rushing to stand and keep her book dry, âShould we run away before the men notice weâre leaving?â
âExcellent plan,â You laugh, but you can practically feel Jakeâs eagle eye upon you as you race for your towel, leaving soaked footprints behind on the wooden deck, âWe should go get some pizza. Theyâre making more now that itâs a little busier out here.â
âYou shouldnât stare like that.â Danielâs irritatingly smooth voice, pitched up slightly from Jakeâs and entirely free of Jakeâs rugged charm, makes Jakeâs lips yearn to curl into a sneer.
Jake pivots in the cold pool water to face Daniel rather unimpressed, a scoff begging to burst from his lips, âLike what?â
âLike sheâs a piece of meat, or something.â Danielâs arms are crossed, and Jake plants his feet firmly against the concrete floor of the pool.
âOh, youâre so virtuous,â Jake drawls, his skin burning and not from the rays of sun hitting it directly, âYou frenched her in an elevator, Daniel, youâve got no room to be talking to me about class.â
âShe wanted me to kiss her. She kissed me.â Daniel insists, and Jake laughs- actually laughs, a grit of his teeth and a forceful exhalation of air, âThatâs different than staring at her ass while she runs away from you like youâd flip her skirt up at a drive-in movie theater.â
âFlipping skirts,â Jake laughs, sadistic grin in full force, âDaniel, Iâm not that old fashioned! Please, sheâs in a bathing suit that she chose, for a sex cruise that she booked, and you know what? She probably wants you to be staring at her ass in it. And you donât seem too concerned with the other people on the deck, Iâm sure a few of them are looking too. And are you worried Iâm looking at Danicaâs ass?â
âYouâre not looking at Danicaâs ass.â Daniel nearly bites his tongue in an effort to keep his voice level, âBecause youâre not interested in Danica. Youâre interested in Y/N and you canât have her. Sheâs not yours.â
âSheâs not yours, either.â Jake spits, and thereâs a moment of silence where both menâs chests heave with barely-suppressed tension. Jake realizes that heâs admitted to Daniel that he has no real claim over you, but the other man doesnât fight back against not having one of his own. But you are his, you are Jakeâs, in the way youâd fallen asleep in his arms last night, in the look in your eyes when youâd stared into his own earlier, in the stain on his pajama pants.
Youâd moaned his name- his name, not Danielâs.
Someone knocks into Daniel from behind, backing right into him and nudging him slightly off balance.
âOh!â The woman shrieks, âIâm sorry! I wasnât paying attention.â
âItâs fine.â He offers her a tight smile, heading for the ladder, âDonât worry about it.â
Jake hauls himself up out of the pool with nothing but his forearms, using his towel to dry his hair if only to show off the expanse of his chest to any who may be watching. He checks- youâre not.
âSo,â Danica leans forwards into your space at the pizza counter, eyes meaningfully wide, âTell me why heâs acting like this.â
âHe always acts like this.â You scoff, and when she levels you with an unimpressed glare, you insist, âNo, really! Heâs just- everything is a competition to him, everything. I met his mom once, and she told me that he used to have races at the dinner table to see who could finish their food first. He kept making himself sick but as long as heâd beat his brothers he didnât care. He always has to win, and right now, heâs competing for us.â
âNo, heâs competing for you.â Danica corrects you, âIs he winning?â
âHell no. Heâs- heâs not really competing for me, not meaningfully. He just wants to say he âgot meâ, you know? That would be major bragging rights on the tarmac. But thatâs exactly why I canât give in- I canât be known as the woman who slept with her fellow pilot! Then they wouldnât see my achievements anymore, just my mistakes.â
âI get that.â She nods, âBut how do you know heâs just gonna dump you?â
âIâve watched him dump the whole of San Diego,â You scoff, âThatâs what he does. He doesnât do love, heâs the kind of guy whoâs only ever interested in something quick and dirty.â
âEveryone does love.â Danica frowns, âSome people just start later in life than others. And I think heâs starting now. With you.â
âLove,â You laugh, and sure, itâs dramatic, but if it gets through to her, you donât care, âA man who loves me would not have tormented me for my entire career.â
She tilts her head thoughtfully, âI think he does. Even if he doesn't act the way you think he should, even if he doesn't act the way you would, I think he does love you. I think he just loves differently. I think he's new to it. What has he done to torment you?â
You huff, grateful for the opportunity to vent, âHe constantly tries one-upping me- again, he canât lose. He just- he pokes and prods and teases me like weâre on the playground or something, and itâs non-stop. Itâs not like heâs sweet most of the time and then thereâs a few bouts of light teasing, itâs- itâs constant, and I canât ever let my guard down, or Iâll lose.â
âSo youâre fighting to win, too.â Her eyes narrow slightly, âWhy?â
âBecause. I can't be second-best, and I canât be known as the woman who slept with her coworker. Iâm not doing that.â You repeat.
âOh," She laughs, "So you're both stubborn. You don't want to lose, either. But second-best is temporary, rankings come and go. And I understand your thing about not wanting to be known for sleeping with him, but even if you did sleep with him, the whole Navy doesnât have to know.â
âThey will, Hangman will brag. He always brags.â
âHe wonât- not if heâs in love with you, not if you want him to keep it private.â
âHeâs not in love with me-!â
âFour slices of Pepperoni, two cheese?â A large tray is placed between you and Danica at the counter youâre both leaning against, and it snaps the two of you out of your debate.
You turn to see one of the employees looking expectantly at you, and Danica stammers, âUh, three cheese.â
âSorry.â He smiles placatingly at her, scooping another slice onto the plate, âThree cheese.â
âThank you.â You take the pepperoni pizza, leaving Danica to collect the cheese. You feel bad for walking away, even if you know sheâs hot on your trail, but you feel frustratingly suffocated, like everyone is urging you to make the biggest mistake of your life and never considering why you simply canât. She doesnât know Jake, she hasnât spent the last decade with him as heâs blown his way through tourist after tourist, bragging all the while. And he doesnât understand what it would be like- even if he wasnât looking to win, even if he did just want to try casual sex for fun, youâd never be able to escape that reputation.Â
You feel like youâre going crazy, and you plop down between Jake and Daniel where they sit at opposite sides of a table, ready to stuff your face with pizza instead of dealing with any of it.
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Have you ever met a trans woman? In real life? Because it feels like you view us the exact same as you view cis men. And I don't blame you for being afraid, you're operating off a lack of information. I'm not saying you're automatically wrong, but I definitely feel like your opinions would be different if you actually knew and made efforts to understand and hear more trans voices.
You have a lot of focus on AMAB and AFAB, but sex isn't a set in stone reality. Plenty of AMABs don't have penises, and plenty of AFABS do. Bottom surgery fully exists, and your argument doesn't consider people who have genuinely, medically modified their sex. Are we going to segregate based on assigned sex at birth? Because that would be transphobia, inherently equating people's sex at birth to what gendered spaces they're allowed within. Are we going to segregate based on current sex? Because now we're checking people's genitals and locking community behind the ability to afford sex reassignment surgeries. At the end of the day, the idea of segregation is flawed and fascist. The patriarchy and elite defines and separates us based on sex as a way to have us at each others throats instead of the real issues.
"any more than 0 women is unacceptable as a sacrifice to validate AMAB identity/feelings"
I need you to understand that this is a transphobic statement. I'm not saying you're a bad person or anything. Internalized transphobia is something everyone has, even me. It's our duty as people fighting for a better world to realize that kinda thing. It feels like your idea of being a trans ally is allowing trans men into feminist spaces, but as long as you exclude all trans women, you're still being a transphobe. Being a trans ally isn't just about being nice to trans people or letting some of them into your spaces, it's about accepting their gender identity. You're not a trans ally by treating trans men like cis women and trans women like cis men. You're still assigning social gender to sex at birth. I'm not telling you this to say you're bad, I'm saying this to help you realize that your argument is transphobic.
If we define our society through our fear of other groups based entirely off things that people do not choose, sex, gender, race, cultural group, etc., you are just reinventing fascism. You cannot be free if you still choose to wear the chains. You are not going to become free with the tools of your oppressor. The more you define the world with biological sex, the more the patriarchy wins. Because they also assign traits to people based on biological sex. That's how we ended up like this. Real change comes from destroying their tools, not taking them for ourselves.
Racism, ableism, and sexism are all older than capitalism yes, but they're all products of fear and hatred encouraged by elites to keep people in line, to stop people from uniting against them. Capitalism is another in a long line of power structures using hatred as a tool to stop us from actually uniting against those with power. Trans women are not your enemy. Segregating yourself from us is not going to help you overcome these power structures.
I mean this in the kindest way I can, you are letting fear define your politics. Just like every fascist's supporters have. You are letting fear of a group you do not understand or interact with, define how you treat them. Please, talk to some transfems, it will do you some good. You have an idea of us in your mind that doesn't reflect who we are in the slightest. We are not men. We never have been.
I'm not against creating specific safe spaces if that's necessary, but your entire argument is laced with subtle transmisogyny, and it tells me you're not coming at this from a healthy mindset. Have a great day, and I really hope you can see what I'm seeing upon reflection.
"OP is a terf" is a thought-terminating cliche meant to keep you from questioning the status quo and keep you afraid of being labeled a heretic should you come to your own conclusions about anything.
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Mel and Jayce Deserved Much Better
After experiencing horrors and walking through valleys and shadows, I truly hoped Mel would break down this season and unleash her emotions. Especially since she spent the entire season unlearning hardness with Jayce being so openly affectionate and emotional. This final act was honestly a slap in the face.
The one person she hoped would offer her that safety net to do this completely shuts her down. Mel was always cognizant of his feelings, constantly looking out for him, advising him, and teaching him. She shared with him her deepest insecurities and vulnerabilities. I can understand if Mel and Jayce are both going their separate ways because of the Noxus plot but to have him be this cold, and distant, and show a lack of understanding toward her plight is bizarre.
Mel comes back with a changed appearance and a different demeanor, and he doesn't even ask what happened. He seems to not care. Jayce isn't even giving her a chance to explain herself and just keeps coming at her and you can see the moment when Mel puts all her walls back up. Don't even get me started on the fact that he held the hammer in his hand for most of the time.
Their interactions during this act paint Jayce as one large hypocrite. He benefitted from all of Mel's teachings, from her providing comfort and affection, to her investments in Hextech. Asking her why she didn't save Viktor like she had something against him was wild.
This is the same Mel who offered comfort to Jayce when Viktor was severely injured during the explosion. The same Mel who immediately understood why Jayce left after their night together, recognized the importance of Viktor to Jayce.
If Mel could protect everybody in that room, she would. When she explains her lack of awareness of her abilities to him, he just keeps going on and on.
And the apology with the "passenger" line was just bad. It lacked a certain level of remorse that I would expect from Jayce of all people. Where is that good-hearted man who could tell when people aren't feeling their best, that person who always wanted to help people and make their lives better?
I think the Survivor Jayce is not the Jayce that Mel fell in love with, this is another man. The Jayce she fell in love with died at the bottom of that cave. The survivor Jayce is Viktor's passenger.
Jayce abandoned not just Mel but also his mother who protected him many times to be with Viktor in the afterlife?? In what universe is Jayce pulling that shit?
Now Mel's heading off to Noxus. A nation that doesn't align with her values and morals and would most likely have to harden herself to rule or have influence there. I hate it all. I hate that Black women always have to be strong. We actually had an opportunity to see a Black woman who grew up in that environment slowly shed those walls with a man who actually loved her and was openly affectionate and vulnerable. I'm so sad that it was taken from us. I'm sick and tired of the strong Black woman trope.
With how mischaracterized her motives and actions towards Jayce are, I for one cannot say that I'm excited for a spin-off series with Mel as a main character. Not with this writing team and this fandom.
To me, this show ended in season 1 with Zaun becoming independent, Jinx not firing the rocket, and Mel and Jayce growing together as individuals and as a couple.
#Mel Medarda#Jayce Talis#MelJay#Mel x Jayce#arcane#Let Black women be in love#I'm tired of the strong Black woman trope
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// Summary // your husband walked away from you and your shared kid, but thereâs always someone who will love the both of you more than he did.
// Warnings // divorce, mentions of ex husband, reader being a single mom.
// Authorâs Note// I was scrolling on tiktok and I stumbled upon a wholesome imagine scenario, which inspired me to write this. I really like this one, so I hope you like it too! / divider by the amazing @saradika-graphics / gif by @elizabethlailolsenfan
You would never forget that day, the day when your heart shattered into million, no, trillion pieces. Walking in on your husband of five years, who you share a sweetest kid with, fucking another woman is not very pleasant sight to see. You couldnât believe what you were seeing, you wanted to scream, you wanted to cry, but no sound came out of you. Oh what a horrible day it was.
The next day you filed for divorce. What hurt you even more was that he didnât even protest, he didnât even apologize. It was not a mistake, he knew exactly what was he doing. Even though you were hurt, you still didnât care about yourself, all you were thinking was how would your daughter take it. You didnât want her to feel abandoned, to feel rejected. Yes, she was only three, but still; she loved her daddy and you didnât want her to feel this kind of pain at such a young age. Then there was trial to worry about. What if they decided he was going to keep her? It scared the shit out of you, but fortunately, when the day came, they left your daughter under your care. Again, he didnât even protest. What did that whore do to change him like that? That clearly wasnât the man you fell in love with all those years ago. He was so happy on the day you agreed on date; on the day you agreed to be his wife; on the day he found out you were pregnant; on the day your sweet Lily was born. So what really happened to him?! You didnât know, and you didnât want to know, so you decided to move on.
You needed a change, so you moved into a new apartment, with new environment, new neighbors, new people around. Your daughter often asked for her father, but you somehow managed to explain to her that daddy would never be back, in a way that wouldnât make her feel bad and cry.
Seeing as most women change their appearance after a tough break up, you did the same. You dyed your hair and cut it short, changed your style and started a job, started doing meditation and whatnot.
A year passed and looking in the mirror, you couldnât recognize yourself, but in a good way. Instead of being a young, heartbroken girl you were strong, elegant, classy young woman and a great mother to say the least. Of course, seeing that asshole being all lovey-dovey with his new girlfriend, seeing his happy smile on the pictures he would post on the social media hurt like bitch, but you knew how to shrug it off. You wouldnât want to focus on negative memories from your past, since you changed your life, but you didnât know how much would your life really change for the best after youâd meet her..
Being a single mom meant raising your daughter all on your own. You were used to all the chaos your lifestyle caused, but sometimes, the weight of it all could become too much. That morning was âsomtimesâ. It was a fizzy morning, grey clouds putting everyone in a grumpy mood. Weather always affected you, and today was no exception.
Being a single mom meant raising your daughter all on your own. You were used to all the chaos your lifestyle caused, but sometimes, the weight of it all could become too much. That morning was definitely âsometimesâ. It was a fizzy morning, grey clouds putting everyone in a grumpy mood. Weather always affected you, and today was no exception.
When you opened your eyes, the sharp blare of your alarm was already ringing in your ears. Groaning, you reached for your phone on the nightstand to turn it off, but as soon as you saw the time, your heart dropped. 8:30 a.m. Shit. You bolted upright, the haze of sleep instantly replaced by pure panic. You were already late. Throwing off the covers, you hurried through your morning routine, skipping your usual shower and opting instead for a quick splash of cold water on your face to wake yourself up. You brushed your teeth, tied your hair back into a sleek ponytail, and grabbed the first set of clothes that came to mindâa pair of tailored gray dress pants, a white button-up shirt, and the matching gray vest and jacket. You slipped into your black heels, the sound of them clicking against the hardwood floor as you glanced toward Lilly. She was still curled up in bed, her small face peaceful and innocent. You sighed, both relieved and guilty that your panic hadnât woken her.
âLilly, sweetheart, time to wake up,â you said softly, sitting beside her and running a hand through her soft curls. She mumbled something incoherent, her tiny body stretching lazily before her eyes fluttered open. âCome on, weâre going to be late for school,â you urged. Lilly yawned and nodded, still groggy, but she trusted you to guide her through the morning chaos. You quickly got her dressed in her favorite pink sweater and leggings, packed her lunch, and as you were about to leave, Lily suddenly remembered she forgot her favorite stuffed animal, Mr. Cuddles. You groaned internally, knowing you were already running late. But seeing the disappointment on Lily's face, you couldn't say no. So, with Mr. Cuddles in hand, you finally left for kindergarten. The whole way there, your mind racedâemails, deadlines, meetings. You felt like you were barely holding it together.
After dropping Lilly off, you rushed toward your office, your heels clicking faster against the pavement. Rounding a corner, you collided with someone hard enough to knock the papers out of their hands. âOh my god, Iâm so sorry!â you blurted, crouching to help pick up the mess. When you looked up, the words caught in your throat. There she was. Wanda Maximoff. Her striking green eyes and auburn hair made her unforgettable, and that soft, calm smile she gave you? It felt like it could quiet the storm inside your chest. âItâs okay,â she said, her voice even and reassuring, as if she could sense your panic. You apologized again, feeling flustered, and she offered to help you carry your bag to the nearby cafĂ© you mentioned. That was the start.
A year passed. Slowly, the chaos of your once-turbulent life began to settle, replaced by a steady rhythm that felt almost foreign in its peace. At the heart of it all was Wanda. She had become a constant presence, a calming anchor amidst the whirlwind of parenting and work. It started smallâthose coffee chats after chance meetings, the easy laughter shared during Lillyâs playdates at the park. But as time passed, those simple moments grew into something much deeper. She wasnât just a friend; she was someone you could lean on, someone who saw you in a way no one else had. She brought out a version of yourself you hadnât seen in years: lighter, freer, and undeniably happier.
There was something about Wanda that was unlike anyone else, something that made her irreplaceable. She made you feel safe, like you didnât have to keep carrying the weight of the world alone. You found yourself looking forward to her texts, her calls, her visits. But soon, the excitement morphed into something more profound. Her sweet smile started to linger in your mind long after she left. Her laughter, that warm, melodic sound, would echo in your ears, making your heart flutter. The smallest things about herâlike the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was thinking or how her fingers would brush yours as she handed you a cup of coffeeâstarted to consume your thoughts. It was terrifying, and yet, it was thrilling. You hadnât imagined you could feel this way about anyone again, let alone a woman.
The realization hit you one quiet evening as you sat side by side on the couch, her hand accidentally brushing against yours as you both reached for the same piece of popcorn. That brief touch sent shivers down your spine, and you knew then what you had been denying for months: you were falling for her. Hard. But that love came with its share of doubts and fears. Could this really be happening? What would people say? Would Lilly understand? Would Wanda even feel the same? Those questions haunted you, but every time Wanda smiled at you, every time her hand lingered just a second too long on yours, you knew you couldnât let fear win.
The night you finally asked her out was both the scariest and most exhilarating moment of your life. Your palms were sweaty as you stood outside her door, rehearsing what you were going to say. When she opened it, wearing her usual mix of confidence and kindness, you almost lost your nerve. But then she tilted her head, giving you that curious little smile that always undid you, and before you could stop yourself, the words spilled out. âWanda, would you like to go out with me? On⊠a date?â For a moment, her eyes widened in surprise, and you feared you had ruined everything. But then her lips curled into the softest, sweetest smile, and she whispered, âI thought youâd never ask.â
That was the beginning of something extraordinary. Date after date, you fell deeper and deeper in love with her. She wasnât just someone you loved; she was someone you admired, someone you respected, someone you trusted with every fragile part of your heart. A year passed in a blur of laughter, stolen kisses, and quiet moments that felt like forever. And then came the night that changed everythingâŠ
The stars were out, scattered across the velvet-black sky like tiny diamonds, and the air carried the soft hum of crickets and the occasional rustle of leaves. You and Wanda had decided to take a walk after dinner, a peaceful way to end the day. You were strolling side by side, enjoying the warmth of her presence and the soothing rhythm of her voice as she talked about a book sheâd been reading. But as you kept walking, something felt⊠different. You realized she had fallen behind, and when you turned around to call for her, the sight before you made your breath catch.
There she was, kneeling on the grass, the moonlight casting a soft glow around her like some ethereal being. In her hands was a small velvet box, open to reveal the most beautiful diamond ring you had ever seen. Her eyes met yours, filled with a mixture of love, vulnerability, and quiet determination. âY/n,â she began, her voice trembling slightly, âfrom the moment you crashed into me that morning, you turned my life upside downâin the best way possible. Every day with you and Lilly has been a gift, and I canât imagine my life without the two of you. I love you, Y/n. I love you in ways I never thought I could love anyone. And I want to spend the rest of my life proving that to you. So, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?â
You gasped, your hands flying to your mouth. Words failed you, your voice caught in your throat, so you nodded instead, frantically, as if afraid she might take it all back. Wandaâs smile lit up her entire face as she stood, sliding the ring onto your trembling finger. Without thinking, you cupped her face with both hands, pulling her into a kiss that was filled with every ounce of love and gratitude you couldnât put into words. She kissed you back with equal fervor, her arms wrapping tightly around your waist, grounding you in the moment.
As you pulled back, your foreheads touching, you whispered, âYes, a million times yes.â She laughed, her eyes shining with unshed tears, and you knew in that moment that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you had found something worth fighting forâŠA wonderful memory
Everything was going well, but there was one problem; you had to explain all of this to Lily. Although your daughter knew Wanda, she didnât know what relationship it was, didnât know that Wanda was your fiancĂ©e. You thought she might not understand at her age, but she had to know.
You scooped her into your arms after breakfast, her giggles warming your heart as you carried her to the couch. âLilly, sweetheart,â you began softly, brushing a stray curl from her face. âYou know Wanda, right?â
"Yes! She is the second prettiest lady in the world because number one is you!"
âWell,â you continued, âI love Wanda. I love her the same way I used to love Daddy. And she loves me too. Sheâs going to marry me, which means sheâll be part of our family forever.â
Lily blinked, giving you a semi-confused stare, "But.. but Wanda is a lady!"
Your heart clenched. This is what you were afraid of, that she wouldnât understand, but you stayed calm, gently taking her small hands in yours. âYes, sweetheart, she is. And thatâs okay. Love doesnât have to be between a man and a woman. What matters is how much we care about each other and how happy we make each other. And Wanda makes me very happy. She loves you too, so much.â
A few seconds later, your daughter mouthed a big âOâ as if something big just dawned on her, but stayed quiet nonetheless. You smiled a little and ran your hand through her hair, âThereâs nothing wrong with two women loving each other, you know?â
âOhhh, so now I have two mummies!" She squealed, clapping her tiny hands together and a toothy smile appeared.
Your face brightened at her unexpected words, âYes honey, you now have two mummies!â
Coincidentally, the front door swung open and Wanda walked in, returning home from work. She flashed you a wink as she entered. "I'm back, sweetheart."
Lily scrambled off your lap and dashed to her, hugging her right leg. Wanda's eyebrows rose. "What's this for, cutie?"
"You're my second mummy! I love you even more now because I know you're my mummy too."
Wandaâs lips slowly parted in shock. She looked up at you, then down at your daughter, then up at you again, and so on. The joy radiating from her face made you light up as well. âY/n, did you hear that?" She asked, barely above a whisper.
"Loud and clear." You said, smiling. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you didnât bother wiping them away. You walked to your sweet daughter and your soon-to-be wife and hugged them both tightly.
You successfully found yourself a new family and you were the happiest woman alive.
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