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Awake - (Hyung Line)
separate members Ateez x (F)Reader
Summary: You went to sleep after a HUGE (not really) fight, only, when you went to sleep you were alone, not in the comforting arms of your lover.
Genre: Hurt + Comfort
Rating: PG-17
Warnings: Language
Word Count: 4.2k
Est.Read Time: 21 min
Networks: @cromernet @k-labels @illusionnet
Banner: @cafekitsune
Maknae Line: Here
A/N: A special thank you to my one and only @edenesth , for helping me out with this- I swear for the life in me Yeosang still confuses me and Hwa seems to sweet to argue with (yeah i know that aint true) .I'll be updating my requests soon and uploading the next chapter of meow soon, too!
Kim Hongjoong
Waking up next to Hongjoong was as rare as going to bed with him. Considering he'd come to bed at an ungodly hour, unlike you, and leave at an ungodly hour, waking up way before you did- in theory, however, the man barely slept four hours. Then there were times when he'd choose to stay at the studio or the dorm. So often, you'd receive a text about his location and that was it- and for so long it was okay- until it wasn't.Â
There's no real reason or premise behind how it started, but all she remembers is that he had come home in the middle of the night, and ironically she had been watching a film at the time. Now, the reaction could've been sweet, could've been filled with love, but the words had left her sooner than she could stop them,Â
"You know, you should really take care of yourself too."
That was all it took for him to stare at her blankly before turning around and slamming the door shut behind him, leaving her wincing in regret on the couch, the same very couch she had cried on, lying across its expanse, trying to get in touch with him through text or call, only for her tears to dry up and eyes to close, falling asleep on the couch.
What you did not expect was to wake up in your bed, on your back blinking up at the ceiling, shades of golden seeping through the cracks of the curtains, illuminating the dancing specs across the room. With a heavy sigh you turned your head to glance at the usual empty side when you were greeted by an unusual sight. The same blonde man you had cried your heart out for last night was laying there, knocked out cold, lips slightly parted, hands folded on his belly as he lay on his back- Hongjoong was one weird dude. With a sigh you turn to lay on your side, staring at him, taking in his tired features, the dark circles under his eyes, his chapped lips, the way his brows were slightly furrowed. God, you definitely loved an idiot.
Taking a few more minutes, you thought to yourself, before letting out a sigh, at least he was home now, at least he was resting. With that in mind, you slowly pushed yourself up, sitting up and rubbing your face, trying to erase the remnant traces of sleep. You were about to slip out of bed when something tugged at your shirt, causing you to turn to lock eyes with your sleepy love, his gaze filled with some form of remorse and guilt.
âDon'tâŚgo.â his hoarse voice rasped across the silent room, her shoulder slumped at the fatigue in his tone, before shaking her head and moving closer to him, letting him pull her closer, enough for her to rest her head against his shoulder, a hand placed on his heart, appreciating the steady beat- his own rhythm for her.Â
âIâm sorryâŚâ
âYou should be.â she mumbled, turning to bury her face in the crook of his neck, feeling him draw her closer, the arm around her waist tightening, as if he were afraid that sheâd disappear. Not a word was exchanged after that, her lips would often gently graze against his warm skin, curling into a small smile when sheâd hear him let out a sigh, her leg now hooked around his, basically tangled around him. He never pushed her away or told her to stop, even when her hand slipped into his shirt, fingers tracing his warm skin, trying to feel him against her, as if she were trying to become one with him. He may not prefer skinship or let anyone else touch him, but she was the exception, she held the key to his heart, to his soul, giving her the free access of a more compliant and vulnerable Hongjoong, who was no longer a captain, but a boy who loved music, and she was but his muse, his inspiration, the rhythm his heart would dance to.
Park Seonghwa
Did she mean to forget it? No. Did she forget it? Yes. Was she sorry about it? Yes. But was she going to accept his berating and taunting? Not at all. She knew he was tired and exhausted, she knew being an idol wasnât easy, it was a job accompanied with constant stress and fatigue-Â you knew what you were getting yourself into, but so did he. He knew you were a full eight to six job, a busy job, a hectic job, and that wasnât accompanied with a driver or a manager or any other kind of comfort, no you had no one to lean on when it came to someone messing up and expecting you to clean up after them.Â
So, is it your fault that you came home all tired and exhausted to the bone, only to flop down on the couch, next to your boyfriend- who by the way did not even bother greeting you- and expect him to show you some compassion? Apparently, it was. Your head lay on the backrest of the couch, the TV acting like a white noise as your turned your head, eyes drowsy and tired to look at the magnificent being fate had paired you up with, someone so loving and caring, so endearing and tender, so pretty and-Â
âDid you vacuum today?â
âWhat?â sitting up properly she looked at the not so loving man, god, how could someone so pretty be so weird sometimes- oh shit. Shaking your head you cleared your throat, âWell ummâŚI knowâŚI told you Iâd do it today since I had to go later to work but I��kinda forgot? Plus you did clean yesterday so the house is pretty clean?â trailing off you averted your gaze, trying not to meet eyes with the man who looked borderline distraught and disappointed.Â
âTchâŚthis is why your mom got mad at you last week.â he mumbled and stood up, walking away, perhaps to the kitchen to get the stupid vacuum cleaner- no, he did not just bring that up! You sat there, too stunned to react, what may have seemed like a minute was perhaps more, especially when you felt something nudge at your feet, causing you to look up wide eyed at the source of hurt, staring up at him with blurry eyes.
Crying?
His eyes widened at the realisation, she had not been sitting there all stubborn while he was vacuuming, no, she was sitting there, crying, too shocked to even notice she was crying- the hell did he just do? He felt his fingers twitch, tongue poking out to lick his lower lip, an apology and more at the tip of his tongue, but before he could say anything, you were gone, the bedroom door slamming shut causing him to jerk back into his senses, running after you, trying to open the door, only to find it locked.
âAngel? Open- I- Iâm sorry, I didnât mean it like that!â he called out, all anger and dominance, instantly flushed out of his being, wanting nothing more than to cradle her in his embrace, trying to hold onto her crumbling pieces. He mentally cursed himself, knowing damn well how your motherâs visit last week ended poorly, an evening that was going great, until his future mother in law found out that he did most of the cleaning, which led you to receive an earful about the duties of a true, good wife.
You donât remember much of what happened after, you had showered, cried during the shower, changed into something comfortable and snuggled into bed, ignoring the persistent knocking and apologies that flooded the room. Were you being childish? No. You couldâve talked it out with him, but you really didnât want to and you really didnât care enough right now to morph an understanding mood.
What you didnât understand was why you werenât able to move- oh. Trying to pry his arms off you, you huffed out frustrated and still upset, only for him to mumble something in your hair, pulling you closer as his grip tightened on you, pushing his leg between yours, tangling you in his long limbs. His hair fell of his face, the tips of his silky locks caressing your forehead, tickling your skin.
âLet go.â you mumbled only to hear him whine, about to ask him to âget lostâ until you heard a sniffle, followed by a broken, âI-Iâm s-sorry.â Honestly, a part of you didnât want to give in, but when you heard the way he whined, calling out your name like you were a million miles away, your heart clenched at the tone, hand gently squeezing one of the two that were tightly clamped around you.Â
âHwaâŚâ you sighed, leaning back a bit, feeling his lips press against your neck, ghosting up to your ear, whispering unending apologies, before squeezing you closer.
âItsâŚnot fine butâŚplease donâtâŚsay that again.â she sighed, closing her eyes at the feeling of his soothing touches, letting his plump lips press against the shell of her ear before he flipped them over, with him hovering above her, keeping himself steady with his forearms pressing into the pillow on either sides of her head, staring down at her with puffy eyes and a pink nose, âI wonâtâŚIâm sorry.âÂ
You smiled up at him, placing a hand on his cheek, adoring the way he instantly nuzzled against it, before slowly bringing him down to meet your lips.
âThen make up for it.â
Jeong Yunho
Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT!
Your blood ran cold, staring at what you had just done, oh my god, it was all over now, you were doomed- you had the worst luck known to man! You were also probably the dumbest person to exist- oh my god. The sound of the controller being placed on the table had you freeze up, but it was the loud exhale that had you flinching like a small kitten, ever so slowly turning your head to the source, trailing your eyes off the floor to lock with an unreadable pair.
âBabe.â
âYesâŚYuyu?â meekly responding, your grip tightened on the mop, trying not to run away, knowing that would only upset him even more. Okay, granted, he had told her as soon as he had come home that he was not in a great mood, the new choreography was a bit tricky and everyone was taking a bit longer than usual to pick it up, and that had led the dancer to embrace this sour mood. Even when she was smothering his cheek with kisses, clinging onto him, he had only sighed, turning to meet her lovey-dovey eyes with his tired ones, giving her a small smile before bumping his forehead with hers, âIâm gonna blow off some steam, yeah?â That had meant heâd be gaming the stress away, and she was supposed to act like a good little kitten and not play around. Lord knows why she thought of cleaning in the first place, perhaps because she was bored and needed a distraction- oh god.
He blinked at you, trying to control his expressions, though his hard stare had you shaking in your boots, slowly standing up he walked closer, and you took a step back, enough for your back to press against the wall next to the TV. Yunho had never hurt you, and he probably never was going to, but what he was doing now was uncharacteristic, exactly how angry was he? How upset was he for him to do what he had done? How angry and frustrated was he for him to say those words? For him to pull away with a glint in his eyes, watching you slowly grip your shirts, trying to control the frantic beating of your heart that was pushing the tears that were fighting to stay within your waterline.
He didn't even stop her when she slid down the wall, pulling her knees closer to her chest, his cold, harsh, brazen words slicing deep and bloody. He stared down at you for a moment before slowly moving away, his absence only hit you once you heard the soft click of the main door. It was moments later that you stood up, wiping your eyes you walked back into your shared bedroom, the scene replaying in your mind on loop;
He pressed his forehead against hers, not the way he would do so romantically, no, this was different, he was being mean, he wanted her to feel the anger coursing through his veins. Though his words were what felt like a cold slap,
âCan you do anything right? Or are you built to disappoint?â
Your eyes snapped open at the gentle call of your name, trying to ignore the lingering pounding at the back of your head. Of course, the persistent headaches were about to roll in, especially after that stressful scene followed by an unimaginable amount of crying.
Yunho whispered to you once more, noticing how you had flinched the first time, he knew your migraine would kick in as soon as he had seen your sleeping tear struck face- shit. He really did lose his cool this time, and had blown up on the wrong person. If there's one thing that he had learnt during his time with you, was that his girl was as fiery as a tiger, but her heart was as fragile as a kitten's, and his gold retriever self had managed to mangle it with his bare teeth.
âLoveâŚâ he brushed the hair away from your eyes, trying to meet your blank, unfocused gazed, as he cleared his throat, âI ummâŚ.I broughtâŚsomething to eat-â
âGo away.â You whispered, gently pushing his hand away from you and sitting up, holding your head, the pounding getting louder and more difficult to handle, now that you knew he was right next to you. It was bad enough that you even dreamt about him saying that to you, in fact, in your dream he had broken up with you, which is probably why you gave him the stink eye as soon as he woke you up.
âIâŚI didn't mean to say that to you- tsk- it wasn't even directed towards you.â he sighed, running his fingers through his hair, trying not to rip it out in frustration. He did not mean to take it out on you, at one point he wasnât even looking at you, he could just see himself and how he was failing - but did that mean he could take it out on you? No, it didn't.Â
You looked at him sitting there on his knees, he still looked like a giant, but his hurt puppy dog expressions just had you internally berate yourself, any moment longer and you would give in- âWaitâŚâ you turn to look at the alarm clock on your side table and whine in protest, having his full attention on you. âYou woke me up! I thought it was already morning- it's only 3 am.â huffing she flopped back down on her pillow, ignoring him by closing her eyes. This was the only way you could ensure you got your message across- granted you were at fault, that didnât mean he could turn you into his personal punching bag.
Yunho sat there, staring at you, closing your eyes as his own cast down to his clasped hands, feeling even more guilty for waking you up, but the guilt had been eating him up, as soon as he had uttered those words the guilt had begun to bubble, watching you helplessly. That was why he had walked out, he needed to clear his head, he needed to calm down and think, and other than the monologue of an apology he had even gone out of the way to get you a cake- not sure youâd eat it now, considering you were still mad at him.
âAh-Yunhoâ she giggled as her eyes snapped open.Â
You looked down at him and snorted, his head was placed on your tummy, ear pressed against your shirt as he looked at you. âWhat are you doing?â you asked propping up on your elbows to stare at him, wondering what his mind was up to this time.
âShhhâŚIâm listening.â
âTo what?â
âYour belly.â he stated simply before sitting up and replacing his head with his palm, âShe tells me sheâs hungry, and that sheâd like this idiot to feed her cake.â
âDid you just call me an idiot?â
Shaking his head he cleared his throat, âN-no, your tummy called me the idiot!â he clarified before turning around and crawling to his side of the bed, picking up a tray and turning around to face her, âSoâŚam I forgiven?â he asked, casually opening the lid of the box, glancing up to see her admire the icing, man, he really struck gold with this one, she was as forgiving as she was cute-Â
âDepends. If you promise not to have a single bite.â
His eyes widened at your request, trying to see if this was some kind of joke, apparentlyâŚit was not. Clearing his throat he placed the tray between them and saluted her with one hand, âYes Maâam!â he yelled before taking a spoonful of the cake and pressing it against your lips, âI live to serve and please my lady.â Leave it to Yunho to wake you up at the early hours of the day and feed you cake, a very Yunho way of apologising.
Kang Yeosang
He watched you barge through the front door, looking like a mad woman as you flung your bag somewhere across the apartment, not after kicking off your heels and stumbling into the kitchen, grumbling about how âshittyâ your day was and how you hate men, followed by a âminus you Sangie, youâre the best.â His girl really was something else, it truly amazed him how he ever fell inlove with her, especially with her distaste towards most men, hell it took her some time to even warm up to the rest of the guys- except for Mingi, which was super weird because if you ask him, Mingi is the weirdest, but she just said heâs a giant baby who thinks hes cool, like boss baby!
Picking up the remote, he pressed play, leaning back against the couch to continue watching the film. Only a shrill call of his name has him jerking off the sofa and running into the kitchen. Stumbling through the door frame blinks at you, with you standing there with the fridge open, glaring daggers at him, holding onto a container - ohâŚno.
âYeosangâŚâ other than your horrifying expression, your overall tone was very calm, which honestly scared him, you were a very expressive person until pushed to a point where you begin to shut out others, and right now, heâd have you yell at him, than completely shut him out. He took a step in your direction, only for you to raise your hand and stop him, motioning towards the empty container, âDid you eat the last slice?â Even though it was a question, it really did sound like a statement, one that was holding back the predestined overflow of emotions, of stress.
With a light sigh, he nodded, clearing his throat as he continued, âIâŚumâŚI forgot that you told me to save it for youâŚIâm sorry, it completely slipped my mind.â His words held a gentle form of sincerity, the tender warmth of love, the calm essence of admiration - and she could not give a flying f*ck about it, especially not right now.
Making sure to maintain eye contact, you placed the empty container - the evidence - back in its place before closing the fridge. Taking a deep breath, you walked away, making sure not to spare him a glance as you walked out of the kitchen, ignoring his calls when you walked into the bedroom. You could hear him run after you, a gentle whine hanging off the tip of his tongue, but he froze when you turned around and looked at him, giving him no expression whatsoever, just, blankly staring at - no, through him. Honestly, it was then when he realised that this was not about the stupid cake, no, this was much more, he had forgotten something that was important to her, something she must have been looking forward to while she was on the bus home, something she must have been craving to eat- selfish, thatâs what he was, and he knew deep down how mad she must have been- could he blame her?
He sat on the edge of the bed, ever so quietly, watching you go through your nightly routine. It hurt how easily you could pretend he wasnât there, but then again, he wasnât very attentive to your presence within this apartment either. He watched you go into the washroom, peaking through the door left ajar, watching you vigorously rub your face, holding back the urge of telling you to go gentle with the scrub on your skin, but he knew if he did, heâd probably get kicked out of the room- at least you didnât ask him to leave you. You came back into the room, making sure to glare at him, something he caught onto pretty quickly, averting his gaze to his lap.
After a solid ten minutes of letting you change your clothes he glanced up at you once again, only to find you frowning at him through the mirror as you brushed your hair- at this point he realised you had not shut him out, but had decided to punish him like this. This went on for a while until you finally ripped The comforter from your side, making sure to land on the with an angry bounce, enough for him to jerk, turning to your direction for you to glare at him one more time and turn around as you flopped down on your side with an audible âHMPHâ.
He didn't know if he should fine this cute, or be upset, a good part of him wanted to tease you, his inner menace begging to come up to the surface, but his more mature side or being kept reminding him that she was only doing this to avoid blowing up at him- which only added to his guilt, you really were a blessing.
You sat up to the sound of something shattering, heart racing a thousand miles as you turned to look at the place on the bed that was usually occupied by Yeosang, only to gasp when he wasn't there. Slipping out of bed, you slowly crept towards the door, grabbing your handy bat in the process as you tip toed out of the room, towards the kitchen. It was early morning, other than the noise from the kitchen, you could hear the early chirping of the bids- Yeosang had an early schedule today, so he was already out of the house- did that mean he forgot to lock the door? Shit, did someone come in because the door was unlocked, or did someone break in because they saw your boyfriend leaving.
With a bat in hand, you ran into the kitchen, ready to swing at the intruder, only you stopped mid swing when you met a familiar pair of eyes.
âYAH! KANG YEOSANG!â
His eyes widened at the sight of the bat, body frozen, crouched on the ground, waiting for the impact, only for him to jerk into action and fall back on his butt, staring up at her, whispering, âI almostâŚdied.â
With a huff, you placed the back on the counter, pushing your hair back and walking over to your idiotic lover. Glancing at the pieces of shattered glass on the floor, oh, so that's what happened, huh? Giving him a hand, you looked at his face, raising a brow, watching him mumble something before giving your hand a squeeze.
âWhat?â you asked, leaning closer to hear him better, only he mistook it for you wanting affection, or perhaps he was the one who needed physical consolation. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush into his chest, making sure to squeeze you close. With a sigh you leaned your forehead against his shoulder, a good night's rest clearing your mind of any and all negative thoughts, in fact, now you were just exhausted, and wanted nothing more than to be pampered by your forgetful lover.
âWhat were you doing here?â You asked, looping you around from under his, placing your palms flat against his shoulder blades, feeling the slightest shift, pressing him closer to you - almost squeezing him like a plushie.
âWasâŚtrynna bake you a cake.â He mumbled, burying his face in your hair, âBut I messed upâŚ.I'm sorryâŚI ate your slice.â
With a sigh, you pulled your face back, giving him a small smile, âIt'sâŚalright SangieâŚI'm sorry I got so upset last nightâŚI just really really really don't like men.â
He pouted at your statement and nodded before leaning closer and pressing his forehead against yours, whispering, âAm I included in that statement?â
A giggled broke past your lips as you glanced up at him through your lashes, âOf course notâŚyou're a fairy princeâŚnot a stupid manâŚnow come on,â with that you pulled away, gently lacing your fingers with his, âLetâs bake a cake together.â He could only smile at this, blushing at your compliment, any other day he'd argue about how he was a manly man, but today, he just wanted to shower her with all his love and tenderness, so he'd take it, and he'd be your fairy Prince for as long as you need him to be.
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it's a boy, girl thing
Chapter 2
mattheo riddle x reader
Mattheo awoke the next morning to the sound of a harp. Who the fuck is playing a harp this early? He thought as he groaned and moved to rub the sleep from his eyes. And what the fuck is on my face?
Grabbing the material covering his eyes, he yanked it off to see it was a Ravenclaw sleep mask. He quirked an eyebrow as he stared down at it. Had one of his friends put this on him while he was sleeping as a joke? But that's when he noticed...
The bedsheets were no longer his usual Slytherin green; instead, they were a royal blue with bronze details around the edge. And his hands... he dropped the eye mask and stared at his hands, which were now much more dainty, smooth, and also donning nail polish, turning them over as though that would explain the situation.
What the fuck is going on - why do I have girl hands??
Looking down at his body, he saw a pair of blue silk pyjamas and tits?! His hands immediately shot up to his chestâhis chest, which was now a woman's chest!
What the fuck is happening to me?!
He flung back the curtains surrounding the bed and shot out of it. This was not his dorm; this was a Ravenclaw's dormâand it was a fucking girl's dorm at that!
Cho Chang stood near another bed in similar pyjamas with her toothbrush in hand. She turned her head to Mattheo and smiled.
'I wondered when you were going to get up. Your alarm's been going off for ages,'Â
Mattheo didn't answer. Instead, he walked over to the floor-length mirror on the other side of the dorm and stared in shock. Looking back at him was Y/N Y/L/N, standing in her blue pyjamas and her hair tied back into a ponytail. He moved to touch his face and felt physically sick when the Y/N in the mirror did the same.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shi-
'Y/N, are you okay?' Cho touched his shoulder, startling him out of his spiral as he turned to face her. His face forced a grin as he nodded rapidly. 'Yup!'
Mattheo didn't know what the fuck had happened, but somehow he was in Y/N's body. Should he tell Cho that he wasn't Y/N? How trustworthy was this girl? No, he decided against it. He had to find Y/N; she had something to do with this.
Attempting to barge out of the dorm past Cho, Mattheo felt her grab his arm.
'Are you planning on going to classes in your pyjamas?' She laughed.
'I, uh - I need to go find Y/N - Mattheo! Mattheo, I need to speak to Mattheo.' He stuttered out. Surely if he found 'himself', his body, this would sort things out, right?
Cho gave him a funny look. 'In your pyjamas? Before breakfast?'
Mattheo nodded rapidly once again and made way for the door. Cho grabbed his arm for the second time that morning. Damn, this girl is strong.
'I don't think so; get your uniform on before you get Ravenclaw deducted even more points!'
Shit.
What the hell was that? Y/N groaned as something hit her in the face, awakening her from her peaceful slumber. Forcing one eye open, she was met with a dark green room. Where the hell am I?
Sitting up in bed, her eyes adjusted to the light, and she looked around the room. Somewhat messy. Then she spotted Theodore Nott, still slightly wet and wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.
'Dude, you're gonna miss breakfast if you don't get up soon, again.' A voice from her left started her, and her eyes shot to see Lorenzo Berkshire fixing his tie in the small mirror near the door. 'And you're probably gonna be late for class again too, not that that's ever worried you before, but excuse me for looking out for my friends!'
What the hell are these idiots talking about? Where am I? Wait-
Y/N's eyes widened as she looked down at what once was her body. Instead, she saw a muscular torso and green bed sheets pulled up to her waist. Then she felt it. A strain on the lower part of her body, particularly in between her legs. It was hard. Her jaw dropped as she bunched up the sheets, forcing them further over her crotch.
No, no, no, no, no.
'Mattheo, you good?' Theo asked, now half-dressed.
Riddle?! Fucking Riddle?! I am going to kill him!
Looking up, Y/N noticed both Theo and Enzo were now looking at her. 'Mhmm.' Was all she could manage in response. Theo quirked an eyebrow as he began to button up his school shirt.
'Do I need to throw another pillow?'
'No! I'm, uh, I'm getting up now, I promise.' She responded, wondering how the hell she was going to get rid of her little problem before they spotted it.
'Alright dude, we'll see you in the great hall.'
Thank Salazar for Enzo!
As she watched both boys leave the room, she shot out of bed and over to the mirror Enzo was previously occupying. She almost had a heart attack as she saw Mattheo Riddle staring back at her.
Surely this is a dream... it has to be! Come on, Y/N, just wake yourself up!
'Okay, okay... one, two-' SMACK 'Ow, not a dream.'
Okay, don't panic, don't panic... but what the hell do I do about that?!
Looking down to her lower regions, Y/N's eyes widened. The tent in her boxers was even more prominent now that she had stood up. Panic struck her features once more as she tried to poke away the erection, only to change to horror once it sprung back up.
Okay, use your brain. Y/N... wait - a cold shower ought to help these things, right?!
Racing to the bathroom, she slammed the door and turned the shower the lowest it could go.
Y/N gasped as the cold water hit her skin, which turned into a sigh of relief when the little problem in her boxers started to fade away. Head falling back against the cool tiles, she let her eyes close.
'What the fuck have you done to me, Riddle?'
After rather awkwardly getting dressed in Mattheo's body, careful not to see more of him than she bargained for, Y/N sneaked down the stairs and through the Slytherin common room.Â
If I can make it back to my own body, surely this would rectify- She was almost at the door when a hand clapped onto her shoulder, forcing her out of her thoughts as she turned with wide eyes.
'You good, mate?' Blaise wore a concerned look as he examined Y/N's face.
'Y-yeah just, uh... hungry! Yeah, super hungry.' She replied, hoping that was enough to convince Blaise. He stared momentarily at the boy in front of him before a grin crossed his features.
'Me too, let's head to the great hall before Crabbe and Goyle eat enough for the entirety of Hogwarts.'
Damn it, now I'm stuck with Zabini..
As they made their way up to the great hall, Blaise mostly waffled on about quidditchâsomething Y/N had absolutely no care for, even if one of her best friends was the Ravenclaw seeker. She chimed in with a nod and a murmer every now and then to make it seem like she was paying full attention. Luckily for her, Blaise barely came up for air and didn't notice.
As they reached the foyer, the pair spotted Pansy Parkinson chatting with Daphne Greengrass as they made their way towards the door of the great hall. Blaise took a deep breath and patted Y/N on the shoulder.
'Wish me luck, dude.' He muttered before sauntering up to Pansy and slinging an arm around her shoulders. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows.
'Uh, good luck? Ow - what the-' She was suddenly shoved into the wall behind her.
'What the fuck have you done to me, you - you witch?!' Looking down at the culprit who had all but tackled her into the stone of the castle, she saw herself, her face twisted into a snarl and tightly grasping a fistful of the Slytherin jumper that currently adorned her body.
Guess I found Riddle..
'Get your hands off of me, you bully!' She responded, smacking Mattheo's - her own - hands away from her. 'Need I remind you that you too possess magical abilities - how do I know this wasn't your doing, Riddle?!'
'You think I'm fucking responsible for this?!' He hissed back at her.Â
'Well, it certainly wasn't me!' It seemed strange for the both of them, who were essentially arguing with themselves.Â
'You're the one that like, knows everything-'
'That doesn't include whatever this is!' She hissed back at him, causing him to huff at her.
'You better figure out how to get my fucking body back, Y/L/N.'
'Trust me, there is nothing I would like more!' Y/N's bottom lip began to tremble as tears began to gloss her eyes.Â
Mattheo's eyes widened. 'No, no n-'
'I don't want to be a boy, okay? I especially don't want to be you!' She sniffled and wiped at her cheeks as Mattheo's eyes frantically darted around the foyer, hoping no one would look on and see the Mattheo Riddle crying.
'Hey, hey, don't cryâdon't cry, no, not here,' Y/N sniffed again and made eye contact with him as he tried to push her hands away from her face. 'Maybe this is just one of those twenty-four hour things, right? Like a head cold!'
'A head cold?' She scoffed back at him.
'Yes! Tomorrow we could be back to normal; we just have to get through the day first. Alright?' Y/N seemed to think about it for a moment before slowly nodding.
'Right, and if not, I'm sure Madam Pomfrey will be able to fix us; no bother.'
'Exactly! We'll just try not to draw any unnecessary attention today, and we should be fine.' Now it was Mattheo's turn to nod, almost as if to convince himself.
'Lay low! That's my body you're in, remember.' Y/N pointed an accusatory finger at her own face, watching as he rolled her eyes and walked away.
This is going to be a long day.
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âđ Can I Get Your Number? âđ Ch 11
Jason Todd x (f)Chubby!Reader
written with a female reader in mind, first person pov, no use of Y/N, will probably get NSFW later, let me know if there's anything else I should tag this with!
warnings/labels:Â angst, little to no comfort yet
wc: 2.2k
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Dick: heeeyyyy Jay?
4:03pm
Dick: ⌠Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay??? Bruce is asking questions about your relationship.
4:45pm
Jason: And I'm ignoring them.
4:56pm
Dick: Well don't! It's important.
4:57pm
Jason: Not possible. It's not his relationship.
5:02pm
Dick: Look, I know you don't like sharing details with us, but Bruce is wondering how serious this is. Like ⌠is she coming to the next Wayne Foundation Gala? Should we expect her at Christmas? Are you gonna tell her about your night job? These are things we kinda need to know
5:10pm
Jason: First of all, I'm not going to the next gala, so why would she? Second, it is way too early in the year to be worrying about Christmas.
5:15pm
Dick: ⌠And the job?
5:25pm
Jason: ⌠When do you tell someone something like that? We've only been together for a few months, but at the same time we've been together for /months/. It simultaneously feels too early and too lateâŚ
5:29pm
Dick: Yeah ⌠you're asking the wrong guy, dude. I've only ever dated people âin the businessâ as it were ⌠Tim might have some insights on that one.
5:31pm
Jason: Yeah, that's not happening.
5:38pm
Dick: Which leads us back to TALK TO BRUCE.
5:40pm
Dick: ⌠DON'T YOU LEAVE ME ON READ YOU LITTLE SHIT!
6:30pm
Bruce: Call me
8:30am
Bruce: Jason, I just have a few questions for you.
9:30am
Bruce: Jason!
10:45am
Jason: Jesus Christ, B! Dick told me about your questions, I don't know what you want me to say! I have no answers for you, ok? This is all new, just let me figure it out!
10:50am
Bruce: As long as you're considering how best to approach the situation. I'm sure you realize you do not want someone else to tell her these things before you have the opportunity to. If you are serious about this relationship, sooner will be better than later.
11:02am
Jason: Believe me, I know. My worst nightmare is her finding out because some asshole tries to kidnap her. I know that us being together puts a target on her back, and if she doesn't know it's there she's at even greater risk. I know all this. It will be handled soon.
11:30am
Bruce: ⌠That sounds pretty final; are you planning on ending things before something goes wrong?
11:41am
Jason: That would be the smart thing. The selfless thing. And I've considered it, I really have. ⌠But I just can't. I don't want to. Can't I have just one good thing? Just this one, and I'll never ask the universe for anything else.
11:50am
Bruce: Jason, of course you can have good things! ⌠But you need to find a way to tell her, before circumstance takes the choice from you.
11:58am
Jason: Working on it
12:04pm
Bruce: Good. We'll see you both at the gala next month then.
12:09pm
Jason: I think the fuck not!
12:10pm
Bruce: It's your turn, you have to come. And if you think that girl doesn't want to be shown off on your arm we'll need to revisit your training, because your observation skills are slipping.
12:15pm
Jason: ⌠This kind of thing is exactly why I didn't want to introduce her to the family.
12:19pm
Bruce: Is it so hard to buy your girl a dress and spin her around the dance floor a few times?
12:30pm
Jason: If any of those socialites flirt with her I won't be held responsible for my actions.
12:33pm
Bruce: You will not threaten, attack, or arrange an attack on anyone at the gala.
12:37pm
Jason: Of course not
12:40pm
Bruce: That includes after they leave, Jason!
12:43pm
Jason: ⌠Damnit.
12:50pm
âThank god you got the security system in place, huh?â she chuckled a bit mirthlessly as they watched the news. The night before, Jason had installed new security measures around her apartment; better windows with strong locks -and bullet proof glass, but she didnât know that-, motion detecting cameras on the balcony and front door, and stronger locks on both doors. Perfect timing too, because Baneâs escape from Arkham had just been announced.Â
Jason pulled her closer, stroking her back, and kissed her forehead. âNot gonna let anything happen to you baby. You just stay inside for a few days, ok?â
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders; âcanât. Gotta go to work tomorrowâŚâ
â... Please donât. ⌠Please, Iâll take care of your rent, just donât go out there until the bats have him back in Arkham.â
She looked up at his face, frowning a bit. âJay, we canât let them hold us hostage in our own homes. He could be out for months, itâs happened before. Hell, if he doesnât do anything immediately and someone else starts making trouble, he could be loose for years before they get around to him. Besides, itâs not like youâre not going to work while heâs out.â
This was it. This was the moment; he was going to tell her. The only reason he was going to work was because his work was putting Bane back in Arkham. Say it. Say it right now. ⌠She needs to know, just say it. This is the moment⌠Maybe sheâll stay inside if she knows, then sheâll be safe. Say it. âŚ
â... then ⌠let me take you to work? And pick you up at the end of your shift too.â
â... Just for a few days.â She nodded, kissing his cheek.
He sighed, stroking her shoulder, and held her close. ⌠Coward.
A week later they were sitting on the floor in her apartment, legs crossed, knees touching, both wearing short sleeve shirts. Jason's wrists were resting on his knees, so she could see his arms. He refused to look in her eyes; this was too awkward.
The point was to slowly get him acclimated to the idea that she was a safe person to show his scars to. His forearms had some of his less gruesome scars, mostly cuts and a few old burns, and he was already less uncomfortable with her touching him there, so it seemed like the most reasonable place to start. She gently squeezed his hands, looking down at them. Not touching yet, just sitting with the fact that they were there.
â... Can I ask how you got them?â
This was it. This was the moment; he had to tell her now. Tell her. Tell her where they came from. Tell her what you do. Do it. Right nowâŚÂ
â... Um ⌠well, âŚâ
He was trying to find the right words, how to start this conversation. But all she saw was hesitation. So she squeezed his hands, smiling gently; âit's ok if you're not ready.â
It really wasn't. He knew it wasn't; she deserved the truth, she needed the truth, and she needed it soon. But it felt like too big of a thing to just say all of a sudden, and it was so easy to accept the easy out. He squeezed her hands back, smiling weakly.
â... I love you.â Just give him a little longer, he silently begged the universe; he'd tell her soon, just not today. Give him a little longer.
âI love you too, Jay~â God, how he hoped that would still be true when he finally told herâŚ
âWhat do you think?â She spun on the pedestal, showing off a green dress. Jason and Steph had taken her to get a gown for the gala; Jason would have been happy for it to be just the two of them, but she insisted she needed a girl's opinion too.
Steph grinned. âI love that silhouette on you. ⌠But the color âŚ.â She waved her hand in a âso-soâ motion.
âWhat's wrong with the color?â She frowned, looking down at herself.
âNothing, you look beautiful.â Jason smiled softly.
âBut it'll look like Christmas!â Steph exclaimed.
She tilted her head, frowning. âChristmas?â
Steph nodded emphatically; âJason only has one tie for these events, and it's red!â
âOh! Well then I need a red dress!â She grinned, gathering up the skirt and running for the changing room. âI wish you had the tie with you to compare âŚâ
âI can find a picture!â Steph grinned, going through her Waynebook photos.
Jason blinked a bit, not fully sure what was happening. â... Y- ⌠huh? ⌠you wanna wear red?â
She reemerged, grinning; âOf course; I want everyone in that room to know at a glance that I'm your girl~â He blushed bright red, letting her take his hand and pull him toward a selection of red dresses. Steph smirked a bit, following along to help find a few dresses that would match his tie nicely.Â
She blushed brightly and giggled at the soft groan that emanated from Jason's throat when she came out in a dress with a high slit and off the shoulder sleeves. Steph smirked; âThat sounds like a yes to me.â
âHmmâŚâ She shifted and squirmed a bit in front of the mirror, frowning at her reflection. âI dunno about this oneâŚâ
Jason stood behind her, offering her his hands. âWhy not? You look incredibleâŚâ
She blushed more, taking them. They stood in the mirror, him behind her and to the side a bit, her hands resting in his like he was leading her onto the dance floor. âI dunno, ⌠the slit is really high, and the off the shoulder sleeves sit in a way that draws attention to my arm fatâŚâ
Jason frowned, gently squeezing her hands. âAnd?â
She chuckled a bit, looking at his face in the mirror. âWhat do you mean âandâ?â
âYou're gorgeous. If anyone tries to tell you otherwise it's because they're jealous of how effortlessly beautiful you are. You're going to be the most stunning girl at that entire stupid gala. Really, getting to see you outshine all those hoity-toity-stick-up-their-ass bitches is going to make it worth going.â The sincerity on his face almost made her believe it. She giggled, turning toward him.Â
â... I haven't danced since P.E. in middle schoolâŚâ
âWe'll practice. Come on, let's practice.â He gently guided her away from the mirror. He guided her hand to his shoulder, then held his hand by her side, hovering a bit. âCan I touch?â
She nodded, grinning, and his hand finally rested against her side, gently guiding her in a simple waltz. Neither of them was particularly graceful, but Jason had the most basic steps memorized from years of being forced to attend Wayne functions. They stared into each other's eyes, mesmerized by the adoration and security they found in each other.
The trance was broken by Stephanie's coos of; âAww, you two are adorable~â
Jason cleared his throat, smiling softly. âSo ⌠this dress?â
She looked in the mirror again, fanning out the skirt a bit. â... You like it that much?â He nodded, unable to tear his eyes off her, and she grinned. âOk, this one then.â
Steph spent the next hour helping her find shoes that she'd be able to walk and dance in before they were finally able to check out.
That night at her place, Jason offered her a plate and kissed her cheek. She was, inexplicably, excited about the gala, she had fun picking out a dress, and now he was going to butter her up even further with her favorite dinner. She beamed, leaning into the kiss, and blinked in surprise as he sat behind her, gently pulling her to lean against his chest.Â
â... Babe?â
He hummed softly. âYeah?â
â... You're ⌠this is good?â
He nodded, arms wrapped around her waist, and kissed her shoulder. âThis is good. Eat up~â
She grinned, trying not to vibrate with excitement, and ate happily. âMh~ it's perfect~ thank you~â
âOf course~â Everything was falling into place. It had been a perfect day. There was no way she could be angry that he'd kept this from her for so long, right? She'd forgive him. She'd understand, and she'd love him anyway. She would⌠right?
Although, maybe he shouldn't be sitting so close when he told her. If it scared her, she might think him being behind her was a threat. And with him touching her like this, she was trapped against him. He didn't want her to feel trapped. He needed to find a casual way to let go of her, and get to the other side of the room so she would know she was safe when he told her ⌠but he was so comfortable here ⌠maybe just one more minute like this.Â
⌠Besides, it was better not to ruin her dinner. ⌠Actually, maybe he shouldn't do it today. He didn't want her to associate the meal with this news, after all. Plus, they had the gala coming up, if she was upset she'd feel beholden to him, to go together even if she was upset. He didn't want that. No, maybe he should do it after the gala.Â
⌠Yeah, after the galaâŚ
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Living After Midnight (Failed Rockstar!Eddie x Motel Worker!Reader)
⍠Summary: Apologies were in order when Eddie's true whereabouts were revealed, but would a rainy evening bring forgiveness or an even harsher storm? (4.6k words)
⍠CW: slowburn, strangers-to-lovers, angst, misunderstanding, anxiety, self-deprication, parental conflict, poverty, jealousy, brief touching, eventual smut (18+ only, minors DNI)
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chapter eight: mind your own business
A simple conversation changed everything.
Admittedly, it was not your conversation, but one you had eavesdropped on.Â
You had turned in the final exam for your Experimental Psych class, ruminating over any possible wrong answers as soon as your paper touched the pile on your professorâs desk. Did you get an abnormal amount of Cs in the multiple-choice section? Were your short answers detailed enough?
And then you overheard two guys talking in the hall, one sounding like heâd just chain-smoked a carton of cigarettes.Â
âDude, what the fuck happened to your voice?â
âLost it at a concert the other night. Totally worth it, though.â
âWhat concert?â
âDeathâs Echo.â
You froze, hoping your sudden stop didnât draw any attention to you. Deathâs Echo had a concert? Where was it? Is that where Eddie was on Monday night?
Potential exam mistakes forgotten, you strode over to the guys on a quest for information. âExcuse me.â Your lips curved into your best customer service smile. âDid you say you saw Deathâs Echo?â
The hoarse-voiced one nodded. âYeah, why? You like them?â His eyes narrowed in assessment; you clearly didnât embody his expectations of a punk music fan. A fair enough judgment, because you certainly werenât.Â
âWhere did they play?â You pressed, ignoring his question.Â
âWebster Hall,â he coughed, and his buddy laughed at his apparent pain. âYou listen to them?â
âYup,â you lied easily, not wanting to stick around and have him find out why a âfanâ didnât even know about a local gig. âUm, feel better!â You hurried out of the building, head spinning with this newfound knowledge.Â
Webster Hall. It was just over an hour to get there, which meant that the concert must have started late; a practice not unheard of for more up-and-coming bands. The prime time slots went to the headliners who brought in the most money.Â
If Eddie had gone to the concert on Monday, why wouldnât he tell you? Did he think youâd be angry? Disappointed?
Or maybe he just didnât want you to know he was blowing off work for a concert, you reasoned, and your opinion beyond that is irrelevant.Â
Should you ask him about it tonight? Could you? He might hole himself up in his room, ignoring your knocks and only coming out after your shift.
Maybe that was for the best.Â
His harsh words from last night continued rattling around your brain, barely taking a reprieve during the test. Honestly, you were grateful you wrote down actual psychological terminology instead of I am a total hypocrite over and over until self-deprecation filled the pages.Â
Tomorrow was your last official day of your undergraduate career, your own personal deadline for confessing the truth to your parents, and yet you were no closer to being ready than you were when you first made that silent promise.Â
The problem spun a web woven from neurons and synapses, its delicate threads slowly taking over your mind and catching the most daunting tasks.Â
NYU Essay revisions Graduation The motel Eisenâs Eddie
Too much. It was all too much, but you couldnât shake them from their entrapment. You wanted to squeeze your eyes shut and only open them once everything had been resolved.Â
You had a fleeting thought of boarding the bus and remaining seated as it rolled past the motel, leaving it all behind and reclaiming your sanity. Running away was always an option, in theory; realistically, you would be overwrought with guilt before the bus made it to the next stop.Â
What youâd once considered loyalty was now stained with splotches of cowardice.Â
Maybe one day, you would be able to see yourself the way you wanted to be seen: as a trailblazer, a go-getter, a woman in pursuit of her dreams.Â
Today was not that day.Â
Rain streamed down from the clouds in thick sheets as though compensating for the weekâs idle threats of stormy weather. It pelted against the motelâs windows like a steady drumbeat that wouldnât be drowned out by your clock radio cranked up to its maximum volume.Â
Darkness loomed in the night sky, heavier than usual. Wind accompanied the rain, jostling the power lines and making the lights flicker.Â
If the electricity went out tonightâŚ
You couldnât finish that thought, not when the front door swung open to reveal Eddie, drenched from head to toe. His curls clung to his forehead, his cheeks, the back and sides of his neck; his chest heaved beneath a faded Black Sabbath t-shirt that was saturated with rainwater.Â
He stood in the doorway for a moment, unmoving and catching his breath.Â
This was your chance to apologize. To admit what you knowâwhat you might know. The timing of the Deathâs Echo concert could have been a coincidence, but your intuition told you it wasnât.Â
Another awkward smile that didnât reach his eyes, a tentative âhey,â and he was trudging past you without attempting to stop.
Opportunity went as quickly as it came. Every word you had planned had been scrambled like a tornado swept through your brain and left gibberish-laden debris.Â
The version of you that had confidently confronted him about smoking pot a few weeks ago would have scoffed at the way you failed to utter a simple apology. But this was much more complex.Â
Eddieâs forgivenessâif he forgave youâwas only half of the battle. His blatantly false accusations about your work ethic had cut too deep to ignore.Â
Did he really think that little of you? Or was that his own defensiveness rearing its ugly head and taking over?
Then came a cry from down the hall.
âOf fuckinâ course!â Eddie boomed loud enough to be heard beyond his closed door. âGoddammit!â
You abandoned the desk, grabbing your essay papers and bolting to his room. He was at the window, violently pushing down on the pane, but it remained open. The shirt heâd been wearing earlier laid right next to the door as though heâd peeled it off as soon as he stepped into the room.Â
Your eyes landed on the dusting of hair that was now plastered to his pecs, another effect from the weather, the soft brown tendrils partially obscured by his demon head tattoo.Â
This wasnât the first time youâd seen him bare-chested. The night he had arrived, he answered your knock in only his Calvin Klein boxers. He was wearing Fruit of the Loom tonight, the elastic waistband exposed from the weight of his rain-sodden jeans.Â
Heat burned in your belly, a sensation you hadnât experienced in a long while.Â
âLittle help?â Eddie grunted impatiently, and you nodded, tossing the essay onto his nightstand among a sea of his own handwritten papers.Â
Had he caught you staring?Â
He moved over, bringing both of his hands to the right side so you could press both of yours to the left. The combined force was enough to smack it closed, the resulting burst of wind sending the papers airborne. They floated to the ground, paragraph-laden parachutes, but all you could focus on was the patch of carpet beneath you. It was completely soaked, visibly darker where the rain had seeped in, and it squelched under your sneakers.
âIâll grab towels.â You started towards the door, pausing to scoop up a sheet of looseleaf that had landed near your feet. It was obviously Eddieâs; his was not as meticulously curated as yours, full of scratch-outs and barely legible, but the words you could make out were enough to pique your interest.
Want what I canât have
Sheâs got me mixed fucked mixed up
You couldnât read any more of it without him noticing, and you certainly did not want to get caught snooping after upsetting him, so you placed it on the bed as casually as you could.
There were extra towels stored in the supply closet, and you jogged back to the lobby, mentally calculating how many youâd need to sop up the mess. Taking as many as you could carry, you perched your chin atop the oversized pile and lumbered into Eddieâs room, dropping them to the ground.Â
To your dismay, he had put on a new shirt, but it did nothing to temper your thoughts of running your fingertips over his inked skin.Â
The air was now rife with the scent of burning tobacco, the cigarette between Eddieâs lips already smoked halfway to the filter.
âThanks.â It was muffled and gruff, hardly an olive branch, but it was enough to tug the corners of your mouth in a tepid smile.
You wanted to stay, wanted to ask about what he had been writing, but Eddie snatched up your essay papers from where theyâd scattered before you could ask. He shoved them towards you, leaving the edges creased where they crinkled under his grip.Â
âDonât worry, I didnât vandalize them,â he sneered. A gray cloud whorled from his lips as he spoke, but it didnât hide his sarcastic grin.Â
You steeled your gaze and forced yourself to look just above the glowing ember and into his eyes. âIâm sorry.â You let your apology float downwards, watching for any indication of a softening expression, but he remained tense.Â
âYou didnât even bother asking where I was,â he spit.Â
âIâm sorry,â you repeated, less abrasive this time. âI assumed...because you were so mean to BenâŚâ Any further explanation felt too much like an excuse, so you left the sentence unfinished.
Eddieâs chest deflated slightly, his bravado extinguished. Heâd been expecting a fight, you realized.Â
You refused to give him one.Â
âWere you at Webster Hall?â Your voice deliberately turned up at the end, careful to pose it as a question rather than a declaration. Certainly not as an accusation.Â
Eddie flinched, his forefinger and thumb quickly pinching his cigarette to keep it from falling. âWhat?â
âMonday night,â you said. You pushed your right foot into the mound of towels, hit with a sudden bout of antsiness. âWas your errand seeing Deathâs Echo play at Webster Hall?â
He said nothing, just looked at you. Really looked at you, assessing whether or not you deserved to know the truth.Â
The admission came out gradually, as if it was being met with resistance, pulled from a place so deep he had forgotten its existence.Â
âYeah.âÂ
âWhy?â
Eddie took another drag from his cigarette. He held the smoke in his lungs until forced out with a cough. âWanted to hear how they sounded with their new, ah, frontman.â
Lower lip tucked snugly beneath your front teeth, you nodded. âAnd how did they sound?â
âGreat. Really fuckinâ great.â His wry smile held more sadness than amusement. âBetter than when I was with them.â
Your heart lurched. Without thinking, you reached out and took his hand, giving it just a little squeeze before letting go. âI know thatâs not true,â you said. âI heard you playing on Sunday, and youâre good, Eddie. Not just anyone could pull off playing Metallica without an amp, but you did.âÂ
You wished he could see himself from your perspective, see the man whose talent was too vast for a dingy subway station, whose music deserved to be heard by sold-out crowds at The Garden.
Eddie didnât agree, but he didnât disagree, either. His face remained neutral, and given the circumstances, you considered that a win.
âI can work tonight. Hang the new wallpaper.â A lightning-speed subject change, but you were becoming accustomed to seamlessly shifting tracks to follow his train of thought. âIâll be back out as soon as I finish this.â He lifted the cigarette to his mouth again and you nodded, closing the door behind you.
Part of you expected him not to return. If his brain worked like yours, he would overthink the conversation, replaying it over and over until heâd wrung out all the positives and left it saturated with the negatives. Heâd opt to stay in his room and smoke out his pack, leaving the wallpaper job unfinished. But you heard the door hinge creak and his footsteps pattering into the lobby.
One thousand words flooded your brain to form myriad sentences, from a joking long time, no see to a much more serious who were you writing about?
Ben thought Eddie had feelings for you, ones that stretched past the platonic confines. But heâd only met him once, briefly. He didnât really know him.Â
Want what I canât have Sheâs got me mixed up
Did you really know him?
Eddie had an endless list of things he couldnât have, which often was the case for people facing poverty. As for the girl who had him mixed up, you couldnât narrow that down, either. The only women youâd seen him interact with were Phyllis (an unlikely muse, but it wouldnât be the most bizarre case of unrequited love youâd ever heard of), your mom (again, not likely), and you.Â
There was no doubt you had him mixed up. Maybe even fucked up, as heâd written and crossed out. But had you had enough of an effect on him to warrant poetry or song lyricsâ
Song lyrics.
It all clicked into place: The band; more specifically, the drummer who happened to be his ex-girlfriend. Heâd gone to see them play. He could have spoken to her, and maybe realized that a spark was still present. A real spark, not whatever pathetic flicker you might have felt that night when heâd held your hand as you removed wallpaper, or when youâd exchanged gentle touches after his unfortunate waspâs nest encounter, or when heâd loomed over you in the subway car and a delicate dip in your belly made itself known.
You decided that this explanation, the one in which you had little to no involvement, held the most logic. His inspiration was his past loveâpotentially his current loveâand your argument was a mere distraction from a much more complicated situation.
A natural silence fell over the lobby, a healing balm over the wound youâd taken turns picking at and reopening. It was the perfect setting to finish editing your essay, and yet you found the task impossible. Any threatening grammatical errors paled in comparison to the slight movements of Eddieâs back muscles, visible through his white cotton shirt as he smoothed down the wallpaper panels.Â
The pronounced flex of his tricep as he drove the paper cutter above the moldings with utter precision.Â
The soft grunt that escaped his lips as he pressed on his thighs to stand up and admire his handiwork.Â
You didnât know how long youâd been staring at him before the slamming front door snapped you out of it.Â
âL-Looks good,â you managed, throat suddenly bone-dry.Â
Eddie crossed his arms, took a small step back, and nodded. Wide brown eyes scoured the wall for any uneven edges or unglued seams, his lips pursed in concentration. âNot my best work but, uh, itâll do.â He smirked at you, then jutted his chin to your left.
A middle-age man stood beside the desk, rainwater dripping off of the slope of his nose. He held an umbrella, turned inside out and rendered useless by the wind.Â
âSign out front says âvacancy.ââ He grumbled and swiped at his bushy eyebrows, revealing a sliver of beer gut when he raised his arm. âJust need a room for the night.â
âMhm, of course.â You found your footing with a polite smile and collected the strangerâs money, just as you always had, just as you were supposed to. Because you were at work, and that was your jobânot watching Eddie hang wallpaper.
As you scanned the wall behind you for a key, a warm whisper tickled your ear, breath tinged with a smoky aroma. A shiver reflexively wiggled down your spine as Eddie spoke, your body unused to this level of proximity.
âPut him away from my room. He looks like a snorer.â
You tucked your lips into your mouth to stifle your laughter. Eddie was right; you werenât quite sure what it was about the man, but he did look like he snored. Loudly.Â
You meant to look over your paper after your shift, but sleep was too seductive to resist. Just one more day, one more final exam, and then you were done. At least until August.Â
Summer stretched before you, and though you would still be spending nights behind the desk, your days were wide open.Â
Days that might be spent alongside Eddie.Â
There was no formal apology from him last night, a fact that nagged at you throughout the bus ride to school and prevented you from looking past the first page of your essay. That, and the burdens of shame both you and Eddie carried: yours from the blatantly wrong accusation, his fromâŚwhat, exactly? Why was he embarrassed to tell you where heâd been?
The wound was still too raw last night to press on it, to ask further questions; instead, you kept the conversation light and airy. The only foray into dangerous territory came from Eddie himself when he asked about the vandalism at Eisenâs. You couldnât answer fast enough before clumsily pivoting the discussion to the warming weather.
And maybe it was your inner people pleaser that craved reconciliation, needed it to unfurl and bloom like a budding rose, that lowered your guard and bade you to talk with him. But people-pleasing didnât explain the warmth that crept through your body, lazily winding through your veins, when he laughed at your jokes.
That laughâthe gentle nose scrunch it evoked, the lightheartedness it exuded, how it chiseled away at the remaining iciness between you. It was all you thought about that night, your heart relaxing as the friendship was no longer in limbo.Â
But when you got to class and flipped through your essay one last time, that newfound homeostasis meant nothing. Yes, there were ten pages present and ready to be stapled, but unless your conclusion focused on angsty song lyrics, you were missing the final page.
Dreadâs chill pricked at you, followed by an overbearing wash of heat. The granola bar youâd scarfed down threatened to make a reappearance.Â
Stupid. How could I have been so careless? All I had to do was check before I left home, but I was too busy thinking about Eddie to do the bare minimum.
It was a bad dream; youâd wake up and find yourself in bed with your full essay safely stored in your bag. All you had to do was wake up and page ten would be a continuation of psychological development in infancy.Â
Your eyes opened hopefully, but you were still in the classroom, and the page still beared Eddieâs sloppy scrawl:
Iâm the castle Sheâs the queen Canât be a king Iâm too obscene
The lyrics a few lines down stopped mid-sentence:
Crushed beneath a broken dream Failed to launch now I
You were wasting precious time. If you left now, you could probably make it home and back before the professor left. Youâd have to fork over the money for a dollar cab and forgo your afternoon coffee, but it was a sacrifice you needed to make.Â
Stupid stupid stupidâ
Your name being called drew you from your pit of self-loathing. It wasnât Nora; the voice was too masculine and too far away for it to come from beside you.Â
It was someone with the same name. Just a coincidence.Â
And then you heard it again. Loud enough so it echoed down the hall, but not frantic. And yet your heart fluttered in your chest.Â
Eddie.Â
There was no way; he couldnât beâ
You squeezed past Nora and thundered towards the door, trying to quell your hopes before they rose too high.Â
But there he stood, sweat pasting his hair to his forehead. His chest heaved beneath a white cotton undershirt that was tight around the biceps. Deep brown eyes lit up when he spotted you in the doorway, his lips curving in a triumphant smile.Â
âI have your paper!â Sure enough, your conclusion paragraph was clenched in his calloused hand.
You could have cried with relief. Fueled by gratefulness and residual adrenaline, you flung your arms around him. Your hands found his back muscles; at first tensed, almost reflexively, but quickly relaxed. The paper crinkling between your torsos jarred you out of the moment, and you took a step back before he could return the gestureâif he even would have.Â
âSorry, IâŚâ Words suddenly evaded you, eviscerated by the musky scent of his deodorant. He didnât appear to be uncomfortable, all soft doe eyes and lazy grins from his unlikely heroism, butâŚstill. Your relationship now teetered between employee and friend, and you couldnât afford to knock it off-balance. âHow did you get here so fast? And how did you find me?â
Eddie exhaled a chuckle. âTook a cab. And when I got here, I asked every other person where the psychology classes were.â
âYou walked from where the dollar cab dropped you off?â How many blocks was that? No wonder he was sweating.Â
His cheeks, already flushed from exertion, tinged a deeper shade of pink. âN-No, I, umâŚit was a regular cab.â
Sheer disbelief widened your eyes. He must have dipped into his meager savings to shell out the money for an actual cab, putting him even farther behind in his journey home.Â
âIâŚâ There were one thousand ways to finish your sentence.Â
I can pay you back.Â
I canât believe you did this for me.Â
I am so sorry I ever doubted your character.Â
I wish weâd hugged just a moment longer.Â
You finally settled on a string of words that required no courage at all, just a genuine thankful smile. âI have your lyrics. Let me turn in my paper and Iâll grab them for you.â
Eddieâs timid expression shifted into one of amusement. âShit, yeah,â he said with a laugh. âWas wondering where those went.â
Opportunity splayed out in front of you, tempting you to ask him about the woman who had him mixed up. Every cell in your body ached to know if she was the same queen heâd placed on a royal pedestal, unattainable despite his valiant efforts.Â
Was it fear or politeness that held your tongue? You werenât supposed to see the lyrics in the first place; how could you justify your questions? Sorry I read your innermost thoughts without permission, but could I pick your brain about them?
Any doubts about your intentions were confirmed when he took the page from you, cocked his head, and asked: âWhatâd you think?â
There it was. Your opening. You could see it, practically touch it, your fingertips brushing the chance to admit that the songsâ mysterious inspiration gnawed at youâ
But then he might ask why you wanted to know. And, quite honestly, you lacked the energy to figure it out for yourself. The desire was too strong to be nosiness, too personal to be gossip.Â
Not to mention the inexplicable sourness that burned your esophagus when youâd considered the high probability that heâd written them about his ex-girlfriend.Â
âReally good,â you managed. âI canât wait for the finished product.â
Coward.Â
âMe, too,â he agreed with a laugh. âIâm sure the folks at the train station are dying to hear it.â
âThe ratsâll give you a standing ovation.â
He snickered. âMy biggest fans.âÂ
A hand squeezing yours prevented you from getting lost in the slight dimple that appeared when he smiled. Nora now stood beside you, expression innocuous to Eddie or any other man, but her dark brown eyes silently asked, are you okay?
Iâm fine, you replied with a squeeze of your own, grateful for someone who swooped in seeing you with a man she didnât know.
âNora, this is Eddie,â you introduced her. âHeâsâheâs my friend whoâs been helping us out around the motel. Eddie, this is Nora, best friend and study buddy extraordinaire.â
âAhh, Wallpaper Boy.â Nora furrowed a brow. âYou go to school here?â
Eddie cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head. âNo, IâŚshe left her paper, soâŚâ He trailed off as though embarrassed by his chivalry.Â
âSo now she can graduate!â Nora wrapped you in an embrace so tight that you briefly worried about your shoulder dislocating. She leaned in knowingly, her tone teasing with an air of seriousness. âAnd keep me company at the ceremony, right?â
You rolled your eyes, acutely aware that Eddie was watching the entire interaction. The last thing you wanted was attention drawn to the fact that you werenât attending graduation. âMaybe,â was all you said, and Nora left it at that.
There was an awkward beat before anyone spoke again, and it was Eddie who eventually filled the silence. âHeading home now?â He asked you, already starting towards the buildingâs doors.Â
âNo, Iâm going to Eisenâs. I promised Ben that Iâd help clean the graffiti.â You braced yourself for a volatile reaction, or at least something akin to annoyance, but his response was more surprising than any snarky remark.Â
âIâll come with.â
Cocking a disbelieving brow, you did your best to keep your tone free of judgment. You were waiting for the gotcha, but you couldnât let him know that. âSeriously?â
Eddie nodded. âYeah, why not? Iâve got the day free, and I have someâŚexpertise in graffiti removal.â He relented with a shrug when you and Nora exchanged curious glances, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. âMy trailer got hit a time or twelve back in the day. The tragic life of a Satan-worshiping freak, yâknow?â
âBut I bet the vandalizers were upstanding citizens.â
âKeys to the city and everything.â Eddie stuck out his hand, palm up, and you could see the details etched into his pale skin. Calluses decorated the pads of his fingers; youâd assumed they were mostly from guitar playing, but now you could add physical labor to their origins. He looked down at his hand, then back at you. âShall we?â
Your own hands were suddenly slick with anxious perspiration, like a middle school student on her first-ever date. Even that juvenile scenario held more significance than thisâtwo friends scrubbing down a hardware store was a far cry from the Sandra Brown romance novels you secretly devoured in high school.Â
And yet, you felt itâthat soft electricity that crackled through your whorls of fingerprints when you slid your palm against his, the jolt of energy as he tugged you forward and laced his fingers with yours. If he noticed the nervousness that embarrassing seeped from your pores, he didnât mention it.Â
Nora, ever astute, excused herself with a story about not wanting to miss the bus, but not before whispering in your ear, âheâs cute.â An approval that would almost certainly be followed up with a phone call later to discuss the fine details of the afternoonâs escapades.Â
There are no âescapades,â you reminded yourself. Youâre removing graffiti, not embarking on a Parisian vacation.Â
Eddie led the way until he reached the buildingâs doors, blinking as his eyes once again adjusted to the sunlight. âI, uh, I have no idea where weâre going.â
You laughed at his candor. âFollow me.â
It was an opportunity to break the grasp, to unleash the anxiety that threatened to cleave you and Eddie back into two separate pieces. He was dangerous because he was temporary; if you allowed him in even farther than you already hadâbeyond the confines of friendshipâhis inevitable departure would destroy you.Â
Let go. Let go. Let. Go.Â
And yet you kept holding on, adjusting only to take the lead. Eddieâs thumb brushed against yours, pausing just at the knuckle to press down in subtle acknowledgment.Â
Hi.Â
You pressed back with an accompanying smile.Â
Hi.Â
This time when you reached the subway station, you both jumped the turnstile.Â
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The Caged Bird Still Sings Part 2
I'm so glad that people enjoyed the first part of this so much. I hope you like sexy times and long chapters, because this has both.
I should point out that this is mid to late 80s and Eddie's cell phone is an actual fucking brick. Rich rockstar and all.
In this part we get Eddie sliding into home, finding out Steve's real age and how he got into the bar past a bouncer known for spotting fakes.
Part 1
Mature 18+ only!
~
Eddie was doing what he did best and that was absolutely shred on stage. He was back up vocals because Jeff truly had the pipes. Something they didnât actually learn until they were half way through their first record.
He had no delusions that if he had remained lead singer, that they would have gotten absolutely fucking nowhere.
He was also keeping an eye on his little canary. Bright yellow in a sea of leather and chains. He just wanted to bite those cheeks. Face or ass, didnât matter which. Though he would be very happy indeed to sink his teeth into that amazing ass.
Too soon and not soon enough they were saying goodbye. As they walked off stage, Eddie saw Chrissy come back up to Steve. Most likely telling him to stay a little longer.
Eddie was 97% sure that little Canary gave off queer vibes, but that little teeny-tiny doubt was all it took from going over there and bending him over the bar and fucking him wildly.
In the dressing room as they were putting away their guitars, Chrissy came bouncing into the room, bright smile on her face.
âYou fucking owe me big time, lover boy,â she told Eddie. âHis name is Steve, heâs twenty-two and heâs a local.â
Eddie leaned back against the sofa cushion and draped one arm over the back. âThatâs all very interesting Chris, but that doesnât help me get laid.â
She held up her hand. âIâm getting to it, babe. Pretty boyâs drinking his sorrows because Daddy kicked him out for being caught with his boyfriend.â
Suddenly Eddie was on the edge of his seat, elbows on his knees.
âWho told you that?â Gareth asked, twirling a stick between his fingers.
âMonty, the bouncer,â Chrissy replied, looking smug. âSteve is a regular and Monty knows him.â
Jeff raised a skeptical eyebrow. âWell enough that he would know the dude is queer in small town Bumfuck, Indiana?â
âThatâs what he said.â
Brian rubbed his chin thoughtfully. âThe worst thing that would happen is that he blows you off and you blow town. Everyone knows youâre gay anyway, it wonât hurt shit if he says anything.â
Jeff and Gareth exchanged concerned glances.
âIâm with Brian,â Eddie said, âand not just because I find the dude hot. Heâs not going to start shit surrounded by all my fans and if heâs just out for drinks thereâs nothing wrong with me having a couple with the guy.â
Gareth and Jeff sighed.
âYou were going to do whatever you wanted to do anyway,â Gareth said. âAnd even I could tell he had a hard time keeping his eyes off you and Iâm in the fucking back!â
Eddie cackled. âDamn right.â
~
Steve was enjoying his second Tequila Sunrise, when the lead guitarist slid into the stool next to him.
Steve turned in his seat to look at him. âWow, as I live and breathe, Eddie Munson in the flesh. You know youâre better looking in person then you are in pictures.â
Eddie cackled and ordered a beer. He turned to face Steve as the bartender pulled his beer and set it down in front him.
âCocktails are an interesting choice,â he murmured after taking a sip of his beer. âI would have pegged you for the bottle beer type.â
Steve raised an eyebrow over the top of his glass. âBeerâs great unless you want to get drunk fast then itâs shit. Especially in this hick town.â He took a sip. âPlus it tastes better.â
Eddie threw back his head and laughed. âFair point. I stick to beer so that I donât get drunk off my ass, falling off stage is never fun regardless of the height involved.â
âSounds like youâve had experience,â Steve said with a huff of laughter.
Eddie hummed around the lip of his bottle and took a sip. âYep! In the early days of the band, took a header off a stage at some festival, right into the crowd. Iâm not sure who got hurt worst, me or the poor people I landed on.â
Steve winced. âThatâs rough. At least you were able to come back from that, donât think most people could.â
âThank you,â Eddie said with a smile.
They continued to talk. Steve knew the signs. The way Eddie was leaning close, the way he would let his hands gaze his skin, the flirty language. There was no doubt Steve was going home with this one. Well hotel, anyway. So he slowed up on his alcohol intake.
And if the bartenderâs smirk was any indication, Eddie was doing the same. It seemed that neither one was interested in drunk sex.
~
Eddie was going to kill Monty and Jeff was never going to let him live it down. Because there was no way this guy was twenty-two. Sure, he knew how to hold his liquor and when to slow down, he had to give him that, so clearly heâd been drinking awhile. But he talked like a high school student.
He just hoped his little Canary was only naive and not actually fucking under age.
âShit,â Eddie said after draining the rest of his third beer in two hours, âI could kill for a smoke.â
âI wouldnât mind one,â Steve said, leaning close, âif youâve got one to share.â
Eddie eyed him up and down. âWhat no room in those pants for a pack of smokes?â
âI mean I could,â Steve said cocking his head to the side, âBut it would leave much room for anything else and I kinda need my wallet more than I need a pack of smokes on me at all times, so...â
Eddie laughed and shook his head. âYeah, darlinâ, I can see why that might be a problem.â
He hopped off the stool and Steve dutifully followed him out the back. He pulled out a couple of smokes and lit them both before handing one to Steve.
âSo how did you get your fake ID past the door gargoyle?â Eddie asked after taking a drag and blowing straight up into the air.
Steve threw back his head and laughed. âWhat gave me away?â
Yup. Jeff was never going to let him live this down. God damn it.
âFor all your big talk,â he huffed, annoyed, âyou donât sound like someone whoâs been around long enough to be the age on your ID.â
Steve shrugged. âIâve had the same ID since I was sixteen. Both of them. I have a cousin Scott who was nineteen at the time and altered it for me.â He pulled out the fake ID and handed it to him.
Eddie squinted in the dark and realized that if he hadnât been told it was a fake he wouldnât have noticed a damn thing. But there slight smudges where there shouldnât be that just tipped it over the edge into fake territory.
âOkay,â he groused, âthat is a pretty good fake. But Monty is known for his eagle eye in spotting a fake, so what gives?â
Steve grinned as he took back the ID. âScott is my cousin on my dadâs side and Montyâs my cousin on my momâs side. He knows my parents are shit so he pays the owner under the table when I go out to drink here. Which I keep to a minimum for his sake, mainly I use it to buy beer in out of town gas stations.â He pulled out his real ID and handed it Eddie. âIâm young, but Iâm not stupid.â
Eddie blinked at Steve for a moment in shock. He looked down at the real age and god, the sigh of relief he bit back was immense. Nineteen. His little Canary was nineteen.
âSorry for doubting you,â Eddie murmured, handing the ID back.
Steve shrugged again. âI get it. Iâve been told I have kind of a weird face when it comes to age, I could look anywhere from sixteen to thirty depending on the lighting and what Iâm wearing.â He took his first drag of his cigarette and blew out of the side of his mouth, flicking the ashes on the ground.
Eddie stared at him owlishly for a moment before he dropped his cigarette on the pavement and ground it with the heel of his boot. Then he surged forward and grabbed Steveâs face to mash their lips together.
Steveâs fingers slackened and the cigarette fell from his fingers and rolled away. He brought his hands up to get his hands on those curls like heâd been dreaming about all night. Eddie moaned as blunt nails scratched his scalp. He wrapped his arms around Steve and pulled him in close.
This time it was Steveâs turn to moan. They pressed together from chest to knees and he could feel everything through the thin layer of his clothes.
Eddieâs hands roamed down his back and straight to those delicious looking ass cheeks. He wanted to taste them as surely as he could taste the ash on his lips.
All the buildup, all the tension all night was culminated in this first kiss. Eddie was heady with it. The alcohol in his system burning away in the face of his desire for this man. Because young as he was his little Canary was a man, no doubt.
A man who clearly wanted to take this elsewhere and Eddie wanted to let him.
âJust, just,â he panted when he pulled away. âJust let me tell someone weâre going back to the hotel, okay baby?â
Steve nodded a little kiss drunk and a lot breathless. âShould I just wait here for you then?â
Eddie nodded and then dashed back into the bar. He was barely gone two minutes before he was back out and dragging Steve to his car.
When they got to the car, Eddie pushed him up against it to kiss him again.
âSomeoneâs eager,â Steve teased, his hands skirting the stripe of skin between Eddieâs pants and shirt.
âBaby, you have no idea,â he growled, diving in to kiss him senseless.
Steve moaned as every nerve in his body lit up with every lick of Eddieâs tongue, every kiss of his lips, every touch of his hands. He felt like he was on fire.
Eddie pulled away long enough to unlock the car. He opened the door and practically shoved Steve into it, before he ran around to the other side of the car and got into the driverâs seat.
âHold on, baby,â Eddie purred as the engine roared to life, âyouâre in for a ride.â
âGod I hope so!â Steve said breathlessly, pressing back against the leather of the seat.
Eddie cackled, pulling into traffic. âOh honey, you have no idea.â
~
Hands were everywhere by the time they finally got into the hotel room.
Steve had stayed in some pretty swanky places growing up, traveling with his parents but fuck it was nothing this decadent.
All the fittings were brass and the tops were marble. In the middle of this was a large king size bed with black bedding and white throw pillows. If he wasnât trying to get the two of them naked as fast as possible, he would have belly flopped on the mattress and buried his face in the pillows.
But all thoughts of that went out the window when Eddieâs mouth starting kissing down his throat as the only thing going off in his head became: YES! YES! YES!
Steveâs shirt was the first thing to come off as Eddie kept trying to get at more of Steveâs skin. Then Steveâs pants and shoes were next, leaving him naked in the face of the very dressed rock star.
Eddie picked him up and threw him on the bed. He tossed off his jacket and then tore of his shirt. He hopped on the bed and crawled up Steveâs body like a predator on the prowl. Steve moaned as Eddie kissed him deeply.
âGod,â Steve groaned. âI need you to fuck me, so badly.â
Eddie grinned, his hands moving down Steveâs chest and sides to land on his hips. âIs that right, little Canary? You need to be fucked?â
Steve nodded, his capacity for speech having flown away with his ability to think of anything but getting to be fucked by a rock star.
Eddie scrambled off the bed and took off his boots and pants. Then he dug around in the nightstand before he pulled out what he was looking for. A small tube of lube and a pack of condoms.
Steveâs body shuddered with the thought of being absolutely wrecked by this beast of a man. Eddie looked good in his clothes, but so much better out of them. He was still as lean and tight as whipcord, but his body was toned with well-formed muscle. And then he pulled his hair back and suddenly Steve wanted to leave hickies all over that column of his throat. Because God! It was just as sinful as the rest of him.
âShit,â he hissed. âYouâre the reason people think gays are going to hell. Youâre as gorgeous as sin. Fuck!â
Eddie blinked at him for a moment and threw back his had in laughed. âBaby, that was quite the line.â But before Steve could even think about frowning at being laughed at, he dived back in to kiss his mouth. âIf Iâm sin, little Canary, then you must be heaven sent.â
Steve wanted to protest that Eddieâs line was worst, but again all thoughts went out of his head when Eddie put the first condom on Steve. His hips bucked with the touch even if it wasnât a sexual one.
âNow whoâs the eager one, baby?â Eddie purred.
Steve moaned the loss of his hands as he watched Eddie sheath his dick in the second condom. He tossed the foil packets away and then popped open the cap of lube. He coated his finger with the liquid and circled Steveâs hole.
Steve let out a little whine at being touched but not enough. It wasnât enough. Then Eddie breached the ring of muscle and holy fuck, it felt so good.
âYou like that, little Canary?â Eddie teased, working his finger in and out of him.
âSo good,â Steve breathed, trying not fuck himself on the digit.
âAnd youâre going to continue feel good, arenât you?â Eddie murmured into Steve stomach. âBecause youâre going to be a good boy and tell me if anything is uncomfortable or hurts, right?â
Steve nodded.
âUse your words, little Canary,â Eddie said, pulling his finger out of him.
âYes!â Steve cried, though he would have said anything just so that Eddie would come back with his finger.
âGood boy.â
But when he brought his finger back, he added another and Steve nearly careened off the bed. Eddie held him down with his other hand.
âLook at you,â he purred. âIâve never been with anyone so responsive before, baby.â
âSo good for you,â Steve babbled. âWant to be so good.â
âAnd you are,â Eddie assured him. âYou are so good for me.â
Shortly after the second finger, a third was added and Steve was muttering pleas and inanities as Eddie continued to work him open.
âPlease, Eddie!â he cried. âI need you!â
Eddie removed his fingers and lined himself up. He grabbed Steveâs hips and slipped right into him.
Soon it was an uncoordinated mess of Eddie fucking Steve and Steve working himself to get off.
âSo close...â Steve whispered.
Eddie grabbed Steveâs hand and together they finished him off. His body arched off the bed as he released into the condom. He fell boneless, to the bed as Eddie chased his own completion.
Soon after he was releasing ribbon after ribbon into the condom. His hips shuttered and then stilled as the last of his orgasm floated through his system.
He pulled off Steveâs condom first and then his own, making sure to tie each off before throwing them away.
He cleaned them both up with a wet hand towel from the en suite bathroom and then tucked a sleepy Steve into the bed.
He crawled in behind him and pulled him in close. He kissed Steveâs shoulder and the man muttered back sleepily something that sounded a little too close to, âLove you, too,â for Eddieâs liking.
Not because he didnât want Steve in love with him, but because he was half way there himself.
This boy was going to be trouble.
~
Steve absolutely doesn't remember saying those three little words the next day.
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FEELS LIKE A THRILLER! áŻáĄŁđŠ
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THE ONE THING you didnât expect to encounter tonight at Giselleâs party is Park Wonbin, resident campus crush previously at SM High School and now at SM University, pathetically stuck inside the window leading to the common area like some damsel in distress.
So, naturally, you make yourself known as his knight in shining armor.Â
âYou need some help, princess?â you announce with a teasing lilt in your tone, watching the way the black-haired man immediately tenses up at the sound of your voice.Â
âOh, my God,â Wonbin groans, craning his neck to face you. âJust kill me now.âÂ
Sungchan peaks from inside, a wide grin immediately appearing on his face as soon as he sees you. âOh, itâs Y/N!â he exclaims, waving his hand enthusiastically. âYou got kicked out, too?âÂ
âNoâŚâ you say slowly, stepping closer after placing your empty red cup down on the grass. âI wanted to step out for some fresh air, but then I got locked out; no one told me the door automatically locks! Giselle has bougie doors.â Â
âItâs to keep this guy out,â Sungchan explains while patting Wonbinâs head, only to be smacked in return. He hisses, but keeps tugging on his arms to bring him in. Unfortunately, Wonbin doesnât budge at all, as the window is still too narrow to accommodate his body despite being slim. Even Giselleâs windows reject him.Â
You push on his back, causing him to groan at the strain. You laugh, saying, âHowâd you even think youâd fit in this? Idiot.âÂ
Wonbin kicks his leg up, and you yelp as he almost hits you.Â
âDude, what the hell?â you cry, keeping his leg down. Then, threatening to twist it, you add, âFine, stay stuck in here for all I care.âÂ
Wonbin flips you off without looking back. Then he cries out when you flex his leg uncomfortably.
â... Is that Wonbinâs ass?âÂ
You gasp, turning around to find the last person you wanted to see standing behind you. Unfortunately for you, Hong freakinâ Seunghan just had to show up outside Giselleâs house with his phone out in his hand, the brightness level turned up to the max, and his gaze flickering between Wonbinâs backside to you gaping up at him wordlessly.Â
âUm,â he starts off awkwardly. â⌠Am I interrupting something?â
âYes!â You shrill at the same time Wonbin yells out, âNo!âÂ
From the other side, Sungchan starts hollering. He stops when Sohee appears beside him, sipping from a red cup.Â
âYouâre not supposed to be here,â he says.Â
âYou think I care about that right now?â Wonbin grits out.Â
âYou should,â Sohee simply says, taking another sip, âbecause Gigiâs coming.âÂ
Wonbin curses, wriggling himself only to no avail. Heâs perpetually stuck half-way through Giselleâs window, and the rest of the student body will be seeing him like this and heâs gonna wake up the next day seeing pictures of him on the @SMUbruhmoments Instagram page with a lame caption or something. Sungchan would probably be the one to submit it.Â
Ignoring the awkward tension between the gaping girl and Seunghan who definitely locked himself out just to play Pokemon Go, Wonbin turns to the both of them, hissing out: âPush me!âÂ
âWhat?â Seunghan asks.Â
âPush me!â Wonbin repeats. âJust push me! Hurry!â
Seunghan looks back at you, then at Wonbin, before looking at his phone. âButâŚâ he says, âI need to catch thisââÂ
âI donât care about your stupid Pikachu! Just push me!â Wonbin all but practically yells.Â
Seunghan pockets his phone with a sigh, coming over closer to you to get to Wonbin. âExcuse me,â he murmurs to you, and you back away with a too-quiet response he doesnât bother figuring out. He pushes on Wonbinâs back while the latter claws on Giselleâs walls, also being aided by Sungchan at the front.Â
As Seunghan continues pushing Wonbin from behind, all you could do was stare and gape at him. Although the principle of the situation seemed hilarious, the sound of Wonbin and Sungchan bickering alongside the loud boom of the music playing on the speakers pales in comparison to the sight of Seunghan using all of his strength to help his friend; his hoodie had been taken off due to the heat inside, and although heâs not excessively muscular like a bodybuilder, thereâs some definition of it that appears on his biceps when he guides Wonbinâs leg in. He looks so focused, his dark eyebrows furrowed in utmost determination.
You could cry from how good he looks.
âY/N, youâre staring,â Sungchan sings the moment Wonbin falls onto the floor, successfully getting in.Â
Snapped out of your thoughts, you lie with an unnaturally high voice, âNo, Iâm not!â although Sungchan looks hardly convinced, considering heâs still giving you that teasing look.
âThanks, you guys,â Wonbin breathes out in relief, patting Sunchan on the back and waving Seunghan goodbye. âIâm gonna go before Gigi sees me.âÂ
Then he leaves with Sohee, pushing past heaps of bodies within the common area until you no longer see them.
âYou guys wanna come in?â Sungchan asks eventually, peeking his head out curiously.
You shake your head, responding, âNah, I donât wanna get stuck. Can you open the front door instead?âÂ
Sungchan pauses and looks at you silently, before turning his gaze towards Seunghan. Then, as if a light bulb has been lit up inside his small brain, he grins mischievously at you, saying, âActually, Iâm gonna go get a drink,â before shutting down the window on you. âGood luck!âÂ
Your mouth gapes again when you hear an audible click. He locked it.
â⌠What the hell!â You screech, knocking on the glass. âSungchan!âÂ
No response.Â
Seunghan shrugs, pulling out his phone. âOh, well,â he says nonchalantly, looking at you. âWanna go on a walk?âÂ
You look at him, incredulous. âThatâs all you have to say?â
He shows you his screen, and on it you see a view of his Pokedex or whatever nerd shit heâs got going on with Pokemon Go, including the profile for some random Pokemon he had just caught within the three seconds you spent calling Sungchan who had definitely already left.
âI mean, youâre locked out, Iâm locked out. I canât just leave a girl alone at night,â Seunghan elaborates, âplus, this area has a lot of Pokemon, for some reason.âÂ
You feel a vein pop. Pokemon this, Pokemon thatâJaehyun was right, this is some bitchless behavior. And yet a part of you still finds this incredibly endearing somehow, like the way Seunghan just looks back at you expectantly while still holding up his phone to show you his stupid Pokedex at nine-something p.m. in the evening.Â
â... Do you even know me?â you ask apprehensively.Â
âHm? Yeah, âcourse I do,â Seunghan casually responds, âY/N, right? We had Calculus AB together in high school.âÂ
You blink. âOh, okay.âÂ
âAnd we also had AP World, and APUSH, and I think AP Lit. Did we take AP Physics together? I donât really rememberâŚâÂ
Raising a hand towards him, you say, âOkay, you can stop now, I get it.âÂ
âYou donât have to go with me,â Seunghan says softly. âI donât mind either way; I just donât want you to be alone outside.âÂ
You look back at him, conflicted.
âLook, here,â he continues, quickly going through his contacts, âI can call someone else who isnât Sungchan to open the door for you, is thatââÂ
You shake your head, boldly touching his hand. He pauses, looking back at you wordlessly as you say, âNo, itâs okay. Iâll walk with you⌠dude.âÂ
You wince inwardly. Great. Just awesome. Hereâs Hong Seunghan, your crush since your sophomore year of high school, and hereâs you, already messing up your once-in-a-life-time opportunity to get closer to him by calling him âdudeâ like heâs one of your homies or whatever. Your budding relationship with each other will end before it even starts, as thereâs no way heâs going to be willing to look at you in a romantic light when youâve flat out bro-zoned him like the idiot you arâ
But Seunghan just smiles, his eyes forming crescent moons, and you watch, almost starstruck, when he says:âAlright. Whatever you want, Y/N.â
God, you wish fifteen-year-old you made a move on him before he went ahead and got himself a girlfriend.Â
But itâs no use crying over spilled milk.
â... Letâs just go,â you murmur, already walking towards the paved sidewalk as you try to hide the rising heat on your cheeks.Â
Seunghan catches up with you, messing up his hair before you turn to him.Â
âSo, what are you majoringââ
He cuts you off. âHoly shit! Itâs a Snorlax! Wait, I have to catch this.âÂ
You look at him, incredulous. âSeriously?âÂ
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SUMMARY. pining after hong seunghan has always felt like an unachievable reality; however, just a few months into your first year of college, it seems that the gods have finally listened to your prayers when news breaks out that your long-time crush is single once again.
AUTHOR'S NOTE. woo first written chapter! hoorah
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last forever [4/13]
Summary: Zoro only offered to marry you to keep you out of an arranged marriage with a man much older than you. You agreed with the caveat of ending it via annulment once you received word from your parents regarding the original engagement, despite your growing feelings for your close friend.
Pairing: Zoro x Fem!reader, mentioned Sanami later (like epilogue later so chill)
Warnings: Marriage of Convenience, Fake Marriage, referenced sex (waaaaaay later on), mutual pining, Zoro is bad at feelings but what's new there, eventual romance I promise, mention of past attempted assault (I'll warn in that chapter), creepy older dude later on
Note: I DID IT, IT'S DONE IN TIME FOR MONDAY POSTING. This has been waiting to be finished for MONTHS. I feel so bad about that. uuuh but I'm setting up a little bit, introducing Reader's older brother, a few other things for later down the line. Hope you enjoy it.
[Ch. 1] â [Ch. 2] â [Ch. 3]
Arriving in Loguetown felt almost like a dream come true, finally being able to get off the ship and stretch your legs. You'd not seen such a busy, bustling town in years. It put even Shells Town to shame with how many people were going about. The stalls of food and trinkets, you were excited to go around and look at everything before you'd all board the Merry again and be on your way to whatever was next. Nami immediately took you to shop for clothes, but you ended up distracted by some of the trinkets at the shop while she got an employee to look at everything she tried on.
The main thing to catch your eye was a sword on the wall, wondering if you should go find Zoro to bring in to see it.
âOh,â one of the shop clerks smiles seeing you looking at the blade, âThatâs from Wano, allegedly! Dad says he brought it back from a trip, but heâs not gonna sell it. Itâs just decoration at this point.â
Your jaw clenches and you flinch the tiniest bit hearing Wano, but the clerk doesnât say anything if she notices. Quickly you turn it into a smile, thanking her for the information and simply stating your friend would like to see it, youâll try to bring him by, slipping out of the shop before Nami sees you leaving.
You take a deep breath and try to shake off the dread you feel hearing Wano, pushing out thoughts of your higher up fiancĂŠ who had every intention of taking you from your family there after the marriage was finalized. Youâve done your best to keep it a secret, itâs not like youâd all end up there anytime soon, if ever, so thereâs no need to worry your crewmates about something and someone so far away, right?
Right.
So no need to say anything.
You try to convince yourself of that while looking over the trinkets at a stall youâve found, not like you really need any of the items you see, but thereâs something about the box youâve been taking glances at constantly that leads the owner to pick it up and bring it over to you.
âItâs a set of wedding bands,â the older woman opens the box, showing you the two silver bands that are obviously meant for a man and a woman, a husband and wife, âBought them from a jeweler in the South Blue years ago, no one has taken a shine to them yet. Are you in a relationship?â
Blinking, you feel your face grow warm as you smile nervously and shake you head.
âW-Well, I wouldnât call it a relationship butâŚIâŚI have someone I likeâŚâ
âOh I see! Whatâs this person like then? Must be special if they have your heart.â
âUm, well,â scratching the back of your neck, you donât really have to think too hard, but it does feel a little weird telling this stranger about Zoro, âHeâs really strong, an amazing swordsman, he taught me a good bit of what I know now. He's loyal to all of us, he fought to protect our friend and heâŚhe saved me, I suppose is the biggest thingâŚâ
The older woman smiles as you speak, seeing a shine to your eyes she wasnât fully expecting. Whoever youâre talking about seems to have more of a hold on your heart than even you realize, she believes. Almost reminds her of herself when she was younger. She doesnât ask anything else, instead waving you over with her as she starts to package up the ring box and hands it to you in a small bag.
âI wonât charge you for these, Iâve had them so long. Please, give the one to the man youâre so smitten with, maybe some good will come of it.â
She all but forces the bag into your hands, refusing to take no for an answer, even as you offer to at least pay for the bag or buy something else. She makes the excuse that sheâs closed now and wonât accept even one berri from you, turning you around herself and sending you off. You felt bad that she just gave them to you, but she was so persistent, you think Nami will believe you haggled with the woman until she gave them to you for free.
Once youâre far enough away from the stall, you stop to take another look at the rings that were essentially forced on you. You donât know why you wanted to check the box so badly before the woman brought them over to you, maybe some strange sense of what the box was, some weird hopeful part of you just somehow knew what it was.
They were pretty rings at least. Plain silver bands, the thinner one having a small clear jewel on it, you wonder how no one had ever bought them before when the woman said sheâd had them for years. Part of you wonders what it would be like to wear the ring and actually be happy about it, and not feel like tearing it off and throwing it in the sea.
Not like it matters, itâs not a real marriage.
Sighing, you close the box and slip it into your pocket, starting to walk back towards the Merry before you hear someone say your name, shouting it a few times with excitement in their voice.
Wait. Wait, I know that voice.
You quickly turn around and have to will yourself not to cry when you see the person calling for you.
+!+
Once Zoro finally has three swords again, his next plan is to find a tavern before you all take off from Loguetown. Heâs passed several places that he assumed some of you would be at, but just ducking his head in and looking around briefly showed no signs of any of you.
Mostly heâs been looking for you, to make sure you havenât gotten yourself into any trouble. Since the day youâd met, Zoro knew you had the ability to put yourself in less than ideal situations, your home life did very little to make you skeptical of strangers, likely almost having it beat into you that you should be ready and willing to help anyone who asked for it. The one and only time it took to get it into your head not help anyone without asking questions was when youâd nearly been kidnapped, if Zoro hadnât shown up in time and dragged you away. You sure got an earful from him later that night, with the threat that maybe heâll just let a human trafficker take you next time if youâre that stupid again.
Zoro does realize thatâs probably why you stay by his side, clinging to him like glue, but when it was just the two of you, it was the best way to make sure you didnât get left behind or taken from him.
Part of him wonders how well that actually stuck, now that he sees you on the other side of the road, looking like youâre near tears as some guy talks to you with a bright smile on his face. He looks older, definitely taller than you but still shorter than Zoro, but not by much. Heâs almost as blond as Sanji, and seems like he knows you very well. The angle heâs at doesnât let Zoro know if youâre happy or upset, just that youâre wiping at your eyes with your sleeve, and he feels the need to hurry over to you, especially once this new person pulls you in for a hug that you canât seem to return.
This guy.
He isnât your alleged fiancĂŠâŚright?
No, heâs too young.
âIâm so glad youâre doing well, who are you with right now?â
You sniffle a bit and give a smile before responding.
âIâm withââ
âSheâs with me.â
Zoro surprises you by speaking and putting his arm around your shoulders, making you look up at him.
âOh, Zoro, where did youââ
âZoro?? So this is him?!â
If it werenât for his previous status as the pirate hunter, Zoro would be questioning how this guy knows his name. He doesnât even look at this other person, looking down at you to make sure youâre okay, even when you smile at him.
âZoro, this isââ
âHey, nice to meet you finally,â the blond holds his out for Zoro to take, but your swordsman is still wary of him, setting his free hand on his swords to maybe scare him off if heâs upsetting you, âThanks for taking care of my little sister, man.â
ââŚlittle sister?â
Nodding, you move from Zoro to beside your brother, still smiling.
âZoro, this is Elias, my older brother. Heâs the one who helped me runaway and gave me his sword. Elias, this isââ
âYour husband!â Elias gives you such a bright grin that he doesnât notice how you turn red and start trying to correct him. âI know already, mom and dad were pissed when your letter came. Theyâre still not sure what to do, you know.â
While he laughs, you sigh a bit, figuring that was why you hadnât heard anything from them. Your parents must still be expecting you to come home, to say youâve ended your marriage and they were right the whole time, youâll just marry the man they chose for you.
It's not going to happen, but you think thatâs probably what they want from you. To be a good daughter and do as your told.
It makes you want to throw up, remembering how they treated you.
âYouâd think theyâd be glad you and I both found people we love, but, you know mom and dad.â
âSince you married Amaya, I thought theyâd leave me out of it all but, mom and dad of course.â
You keep up conversation with Elias for several minutes, Zoro barely listening as he just wants to make sure youâre really okay. Youâve never had a bad thing to say about your brother, he knows this, and truthfully, Zoro is happy to see you at least had someone from your hometown who cared about you. He does make note of how you arenât trying to correct Elias regarding your relationship with him, but itâs likely so he keeps thinking youâve found someone to keep you safe and away from your parents, even though youâre whole crew has promised that at this point.
Eventually Elias notices Zoro still staring at you both, looking like heâs getting antsy and wanting to leave, and your brother grins just a bit.
âI should get going. Amaya and our parents are expecting me back home in two days.â
âOh,â your happiness suddenly drops, but you still nod, even when Elias hugs you again and youâre able to return it this time, âItâŚI was happy to see you, Eli.â
âI was even happier to see you doing well, princess,â Elias ignores you protesting him calling you that, while he turns to Zoro after releasing you, sticking his hand out again, âIt was good to meet you too, Zoro. Thanks for taking care of my sister. Iâm happy to know she found you.â
For a second you wonder if Zoroâs even going to bother shaking your brotherâs hand, until he finally does you feel relieved.
âYeah, no problem.â
You wave Elias off until he shouts something about you two having a child one day and letting him know immediately, causing both of you to blush fiercely as he laughs until heâs gone, and you look back to Zoro.
âS-SoâŚwhere do you wanna go now?â
âLetâsâŚletâs find everyone else. Or at least Luffy.â
âSounds like a plan.â
Zoro turns and starts walking away from you, until you grab his wrist and start dragging him back the other way.
âNo, this way.â
ââŚI knew that.â
He really didnât, he fully believed that the best way would be back towards the docks, but when you giggle at him and start heading back into town, Zoro tries his hardest not to look at you too closely. Not to dwell on what your brother said, he was just messing with you both, since he doesnât know the reality of your marriage.
So the fact Zoroâs suddenly wondering what your kids might look like makes him avoid eye contact, ignore the fact youâre still holding onto his wrist as you look for your crewmates. Heâs so tired of this, of having people believe your marriage is real, and the thoughts that come with it every time someone brings it up.
Your annulment canât come soon enough.
+!+
For all the time youâve spent traveling and the people youâve met, the strangers from Whiskey Peak were the weirdest ones. You shouldâve expected something was up with how accepting they were of pirates, anything except them being Baroque Works members, so it was a shock when you found out thatâs exactly what they were. Youâve only heard of the group once or twice from Zoro in the past, normally when youâd lost a bounty target by mere minutes due to their quick work.
So once you found thatâs all that inhabited this place, you werenât surprised to hear Zoro had already taken all of them down by the time you woken up from your nap on the Merry. Youâd chosen to stay behind and watch your ship, your home, while the rest of your crew went to the island. Youâd been woken up by their sudden return and new members on the ship in the form of Vivi and Karoo, who youâve taken a quick liking to as you all make your way towards a place called Little Garden.
Although, you have noticed Sanji treating you differently from your other female crewmates. Â While he openly flirts and falls over himself for the two, when it comes to you, heâs much more subdued and less extravagant, still treating you with respect but in less of a romantic way, itâs more friendly than anything.
But you still feel nervous when you bring it up to him, hoping you havenât done something to make him like you less since you really do want to be his friend.
âHey, Sanji, can I talk to you?â
âOf course!â Sanji gives you a grin while you sit at the table, smiling back, as he dries his hands and comes over to stand in front of you. âHow can I help the lovely lady today?â
âWhy do you flirt with Nami and Vivi but not me?â
You almost instantly shut your mouth when you finish speaking, biting your tongue before groaning over how you just blurted your question out. Sanji doesnât respond right away, tilting his head as he thinks about it, and you continue to fight the embarrassment you now feel over even bothering to ask. It was a stupid question, Sanji could flirt with whoever he wanted, it didnât mean anything. It didnât mean you werenât wanted, he just didnât feel anything romantic towards you, thatâs all, you reason.
It still hurts to think that though, youâre just making yourself more upset as you wait for Sanji to say anything.
âWell,â he scratches the back of his neck, trying to figure out how to word it in a way that wonât offend you, âI canât rightfully flirt with a woman whoâs heart is taken, can I?â
ââŚhuh?â
That isnât what you expected from Sanji, of all people. You expected him to apologize that you felt left out, fall at your feet because thatâs what he does, groveling and begging tour forgiveness for not showing you the same attention as the other girls.
But this makes you feel better about it, really. You think itâs a testament to Sanjiâs character, that he wonât go after someone who has feelings for another, even if youâve yet to confirm to any of your other crewmates the feelings you have for Zoro.
âIâve seen how you look at that mosshead of ours. I know you guys said your marriage isnât meant to last forever, but you really like him, Â right?â
Nodding slightly, you smile a bit as Sanji continues to grin at you.
âHe might piss me off, but if you like him, thereâs something good there.â
âI could tell you how we met one day.â
âSure, might help me understand why you like that shitty swordsman so much.â
Sanjiâs constant nicknames for Zoro actually make you laugh, and he keeps up conversing with you as he does the dishes, allowing you to help him bring drinks around to everyone a few minutes later. You two talk and laugh on your way out of the kitchen, you donât even notice how itâs caused Zoro to watch you again, or how his jaw clenches after you bring a drink to him with a smile, before following Sanji back into the kitchen.
Now seeing you with the damn cook was making chest ache, what the hell is happening?
All of this needs to stop already.
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chapter two
Kim Geonwoo x Fem!Reader
summary: one day was enough to change your lifes forever. Geonwoo is your best friend, you help his mother with her coffee shop and became part of a legendary trio with Geonwoo and Woojin. However.. nothing will ever be the same again after the Smile Company entered your lifes.
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an: I did not proofread this yet.. bare with me- aaaand... there's going to be some action in the next chapter â¨ď¸
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The roads were busy, people wearing masks walked by each second as he came closer to his destination.
Opening this door.. it was the best feeling for him. Entering the place where he can work on fullfilling his dreams.
The gym.
Geonwoo mimicked the blows he'd train on as he punched against the air while he went up the stairs.
He was soon greeted by the last door that seperated him from his freedom.
However.. there was a note.
"Huh?"
Temporarily closed Due to a confirmed covid-19 patient
They had to be joking.. right??
He called his coach seconds after, hoping to get the permission to train a little bit on his free day.
'We had dinner last night with some of the other members at the gym'
'Apparently, one of them tested positive'
Geonwoo sighed.
"Oh.. do you think I should get tested too?"
'No, you're fine'
'Anyway, your match was just yesterday. Why did I hear that you're back at the gym?'
"To work out. Why else?"
His coach didn't know if he should be proud or worried at that moment.. isn't that kid.. tired?
'Geon-woo.'
'Please take a week off and rest.'
Rest? Why? Was there a need? All he knew was working hard each day to keep his disciplines up.
Why should he rest all of a sudden if he wasn't even tired?
"Rest doing what?"
His coach wished he could facepalm his student right now.
'Nothing. If you're doing something, you're not resting.'
'Just don't do anything and try to relax'
So.. no keys.. no approval of his coach.. man he really had to rest huh?
Geonwoo gave in.
"Okay"
He ended the call and was left alone standing, waiting for some miracle he knew would not happen.
The boy turned to the staircase and sat down.
He took a deep breath thinking of his options. What could he do.. wha- wait..
How didn't he think of it sooner??
"Come on pick it up already.."
The phone rang a few times until he saw the calls icon change into the timer.
"Uh.. what are you up to??"
Woojin was confused. He had the best sleep since a long time.. getting a call at this early hour confused him already.. having him check the callers ID twice before picking it up.
His eyes were closed, his phone lazily placed on his ear as he groaned.
'Sleep'
"Huh?"
'Sleeping'
Geonwoo was amazed. He didn't hear that right.. no no
"Uhh, I can't hear you"
'Sleep. Sleeping. I am sleeping'
"Well, do you want to work out?"
'No'
"Ah, but I'm bored"
Woojin could not believe his ears. Who in their right mind would wake up that early. The exact day after a win.. just to work out more??
'God, so clingy so early in the morning'
'Can't you ask y/n? I bet she'd love to wake up this early'
"She's helping my mother out.. they're at the coffee and the shift won't end until much later"
'Did you try?'
".. well no, she's busy and I didn't want to disturb her"
'Yeah I figured that much.. oh man'
Geonwoo wouldn't take a no as an answer. Who would he be if he gave up?
"Let's hang out. Hmm?"
Woojin sighed. This dude wouldn't let him rest huh..
....he gave in
'I'll send you my address. Come.'
A light chuckle escaped Geonwoo after hearing this. After all he did have company for now.
"Okay, sounds good"
They ended the call and Geonwoo stood up, leaving the heavy bag in one of the shelves before he left the building.
The door closed and he was greeted by a soft breeze of the wind. He opened his phone to enter the location but something else caught his attention.
Some older man was running down the street, yelling for help. Weird.
Just a few seconds later, another person appeared.
Someone dressed all in black chased him down.
Geonwoos instincts kicked in as he joined the chase to hopefully save the man from his attacker.
The road lead to another neighborhood but he couldn't see them anymore. Shit. Did he really lose them?
A few moments passed by as he stood there, gasping for air thanks to the sprint he did while wearing the mask.
He looked around, sharpened his senses and actually caught kn something.
A sound.
Wincing.
It was time to run once again, not long after he found the person lying down on the street, breathing heavily.
The attacker was already leaving the scene but Geonwoo wouldn't let the person get by that easily.
Their eyes met and the person started running away. Geonwoo was not losing any time, not wanting to get lost again.
He quikly checked the mans state and took off to catch the other stranger.
The chase lead him through tight alleyways, different openings of streets he never got to see until the person dissappeared between the bricks and doors.
Shit.
Shit where did they go??
He didn't stop and soon got to regret this.
A sudden pain surged from his side as the stranger attacked him from a hiding spot.
Was it.. did they.. was this electric?!
Whatever it was sent him on the floor and the stranger on top of him.
He groaned in pain and his breath was very uneven.
His eyes widened in shock as the strangers look turned from serious to disappointed when they saw him.
They took their mask off.. it was a girl?
"Who?"
....
"..huh?" "Why did you follow me? Who sent you?"
Her tone was serious and she put the electronical device dangerously close to his throat.
He was panicking, trying to get his neck as far as he could from that device.
"To help"
She pushed that thing closer.
"Help who?"
He was trying to keep his cool, not looking at the dangerous thing that was activated by now, ready to strike a very very vulnerable spot.
Closing his eyes.. starting to stutter.. this fear.. this was new to him.
"I thought that man was being chased, I didn't know what was going on"
A sudden sound caught her attention. It came from him.
Shit. It was his phone-
"What is that?"
"Was someone following you? Answer me!"
He shook his head as much as he could, facing the painful thing that awaited him.
"Show me the contact. Now."
"Okay.. okay but please-"
She came dangerously close. It came dangerously close.
"T-Take that away.. just a few inches- please"
Geonwoos voice was shaken but she listened, leaning back to give him the needed freedom.
He took his phone out, seeing the name that usually lit up his mood.. but today.. now he was worried.
"Don't wait? Turn it to me"
He hesitated but did as he was told to.
The display was facing her now and the caller indeed didn't seem like someone who'd harm people.
' y/n :) '
There was a picture of you, that smile, these eyes.
No, he was telling the truth. The girl she saw looked way to innocent to actually work for someone like him.
"God fucking damnit"
She shook her head in frustration.
"..huh?"
His eyes slightly widened at this while he noticed that you ended the call.
"That asshole is a fake.. Just butt out of things you don't know, Motherfucker"
She was pissed. Threatening him with the electro shocker and sighing once again before she stood up to leave.
Here he was, lying on the ground.. trying to calm himself from whatever happened right now.
- "Hmm.. he didn't pick it up"
You were cleaning the floor while Geonwoos mother prepared some sweets.
She asked you to call Geonwoo, wanting to know if he wanted her to prepare a special sweet for him.
"It's allright, thank you.."
.....
"So.. how was yesterday? Geonwoo told me a little about the day, but he didn't mention much because I was tired"
Her voice was filled with such kindness.. may this woman never have to suffer again..
"Hmm.. where do I even start.."
You recalled every memory you had from yesterday. From hearing Woojins voice at the call to walking back from the delicious food.
"He introduced me to Hong Woojin.. the one he fought against during the finals. Then.. well no no first I called him and then I heard the other guys voice. It was funny because he was mocking Geonwoo for not answering his question."
His mother smiled softly upon hearing this.
"Which question?"
"The first thing he asked was who he was talking to.. but he kind of ignored it. Shortly after he asked him if he was talking to a girl.. well, he obviously did and then he started saying something about Geonwoo smiling but that was the moment when Geonwoo turned to call off"
She was amused by her sons reaction.
"He also cursed at the guy.. first time I heard him say 'Damnit'.. like genuinely"
You tried to copy his voice during that moment, failing miserably which made his mother errupt into a heartfilled laughter.
"Cursing? Geonwoo? That was unexpected huh"
His mother went on listening to your yapping. You might have not realized it yet.. but she certainly understood what was happening to her son right now, and she was glad that he had you hy his side to support him.
"We should go there together some day, it's really fun"
"I'm pretty sure of that... now.. should we spoil ourselves with some sweets to kill the time?"
Sweets? Made by her godly hands? Oh yes.
You two sat down on one of the seats and enjoyed the lunch break together... ohh how you loved this place.
-
The sun was starting to set as Geonwok and Woojin sat on the rooftop.
They prepared something warm to eat, talking about different topics such as their favourite boxers.
"I do want to get money though, this is part of why I box"
Geonwoo and he compared their idols until they came to the conclusion that both of them had a different point of view.
Woojin though took Geonwoos words in.
"A boxers heart.. this.. this is important to me"
How was he this wise but still younger then him??
".. yeah.. you're right"
The noon went by as they continued their chatter.. they changed the topic.
Well.. Woojin did.
"The girl from yesterday.. who is she?"
Geonwoo was caught off guard, did he forget?
"You mean y/n? Didn't you just talk to her yesterday?"
Ohhh this dude was so oblivious..
"No.. I meant who is she, someone special to you?"
He smirked because he saw his friend slowly getting flustered.
"Oh man I knew that something was going on from the moment she called you"
"Oh shut up-"
"Bro you were smiling wiiiide, tell me! Is she your gi-"
"As I said, she's helping my mother out. This is how I came to know her"
Woojin did not believe anything of this though.
"Yeah yeah, oh man you're helpless aren't you?"
Geonwoo let out a chuckle and punched him lightly on the shoulder.
"Don't get me wrong, she is special.. but don't you dare say anything in front of her"
"No sir!"
Was he for real? A salute?
"You're going to be the end of me"
"Yes sir!"
-
The suns light gave in to the night.
A familiair darkness filled the streets and you and Geonwoos mother knew that the time had come.
Another day has come to it's end.
"The shift is over. Will you wait with me until Geonwoo returns?"
"Of course"
You too stood behind the counter and missed the black cars which drove up to the entrance.
The wooden door creaked as a man stepped in. Someone you didn't recognize.. but judging by the woman's reaction next to you, she did.
"Oh.. hello! Good evening"
The mans walk was slow but powerful. He was dressed in a black suit, elegant glasses reflecting the lights shine.
His look seemed annoyed, angry even.
"Why didn't you keep your promise?"
Your gaze shifted to her, a confused look spread across all over her face.
"..what?"
"You agreed to an extension fee"
"In exchange for an lowered interest rate"
"uh... what..?"
"But you needed to pay that extension fee which is 10% of the principal"
He walked closer, a few steps being already to many for your comfort.
"withing 24 hours of signing"
"It says on the contract, but because you failed to do so, your extension has accured to 40 million in interest."
His demeanor changed, the serious look turned into a manic one, wide eyes and a voice getting louder with each sentence.
"Not to mention your credit score has dropped so your interest rate has gone up to 20%" He chuckled.
"We really... started with the purest of intentions.."
He laughed.
"You ruined everything, damnit!"
His sudden yelling scared her and snapped you out of your thoughts.
You didn't know what he was talking about but judging by Geonwoos mothers face, the growing unease in you stomach and that guys appearance all together, he had to leave. Now.
"I'm sorry sir, but you have to leave now, I think there's a big missun-"
"Don't you dare to interfere!"
He snapped at you, pointing his finger towards your face and making a face you'd surely see in your nightmares.
This silenced you, but you still stepped closer to your best friends mother, shilding her from him.
"What are you going to do now? Do you have that kind of money?"
She looked at you, then at him.
"I.. I will call the police"
"Police?'"
He was unfazed.
"Yeah"
Silence.
Nor did he say or do anything.
Just standing there, staring at both of your faces until he took one.. then two.. and then many steps back to leave the shop.
Both of you left a breath you didn't know you were holding once you heared the door close.
"What the hell was this.."
She didn't answer you, instead calling her son.
"Oh my God.. oh my God..."
You saw the man standing outside the door, staring at you.. which made you panic a bit.
'Hey mom?'
She was relieved upon hearing his voice.
"Hey son, where are you?"
' I'm almost there'
"Okay, I'm at the store, with y/n"
His face lit up when she mentioned your name.. but not for long.
You.. You saw more of them getting grouped infront of the door.
"A bunch of strange people came over.."Â
'Strange people? Who?'
"They're still here"
She wanted to tell him more but one of them suddenly threw a stone against the glas, shattering it completely.
You two flinched and shrieked from the sudden noise, shielding yourselves from what was happening.
'Mom? Y/N? What's going on??'
All he could hear were your fear filled screams and the loud noise of glass being shattered, wood hitting the floor and people destroying the place his mother established with so much love.
Neither her or you could continue the call, the danger was way to high and your priority was to keep each other safe.
The counter.. the only thing shielding you two from the group of the men.
Wincing and flinching at every sound and glass dropping right next to you, a nearing shadow caught your attention.
Two men forcefully pulled you up, restraining you from moving.
You saw them going to get Geonwoos mother next.. she was shivering in fear..
"Don't you dare touch her! What the hell do you think you're doing in here anyway?!"
The guy holding you pushed you harshly to the wall and slapped you across your face.
A stinging pain filled your senses as you heared the muffled screams of the frightened woman you wanted to protect.
-
Unbeknownst to you.. the call didn't end when you both fell down.
Geonwoo could hear everything.
He was already sprinting, a rage burning deep within him against whoever attacked his special people.
But when he heard your voice? Wanting to protect his mother?
He got goosebumps.. not the good ones.. the ones you get when you're awaiting something bad.
Which happened.. he heard the sound of the slap. The scream of his mother as soon as she saw them hurt you.
He was furious. And one thing was sure. Whoever dared to lay his hand on you two would end up in the hospital today.
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If You Were Serious (Secret Admirer pt 7)
Okay, so there will be more than seven chapters. For now, please enjoy Steve on painkillers and creative mix tape shenanigans.
(The crossed out thing after the first "Dear" is the first line of an E.)
wc: 3226 / rated: T / set end of/after season 3 / also on ao3
Dear I
Dear Secret Amdirer,
Sorry, painkillers kicking in. I got pretty banged up in the mall, in the fire. Well, less the fire and more getting hit by stuff. Mall fell down. I have ribs and eye and nose, and concussion this time so I had to stay over at Robinâs because someone had to keep an eye on me sleeping and my parents are still out of town. Dustin said I won at upper body injury bingo but I didnât even know I was playing, that sounds like really a shitty game.Â
Anyway, I havenât been home so I donât know if you tried to call. If you did, donât worry!!! Iâm not mad. I donât not like you anymore just because youâre you. And this isnât the durg drugs talking because I read your letter first before they kicked in, but I have to write this ASAP so it can get to you faster.Â
You couldâve called back that night but if you needed some time to breathe I get it, itâs cool. And I kinda had a feeling after that you might be a guy? Like, shit, man, theyâd eat you alive in this town. Not me, I learned my lesson after Jonathan wrecked my face after I called him and his family some bad things. I deserved that. Kinda funny how the next year he stole my girlfriend and now I like you. If you could still be interested in somebody who used to be like that.Â
I know I like you because when you hung up I was really worried, you sounded like you were breathing really fast, maybe a panic attack? I have those after nightmares now. Robin too. (Donât worry, we bonded and sheâs like my sister now, she says weâre playdoh soulmates
âOh my god, I knew explaining who Plato was was a bad idea. Itâs platonic, Steve, not Play-Doh.â
âStop reading over my shoulder! ⌠How do you spell that?â
âP-L-A-T-O-N-I-C.â
âThanks Robbie.â
she says weâre playdoh soulmates platonic soulmates.) I was worried about you and thought maybe you might be a guy but, that wasnât as important as wanting you to be okay, you know? You still wrote me all those nice letters. Youâve made me feel really good about myself, why does it have to be different just because youâre not a girl? I canât tell you why Robin knows about this stuff but she says I might be bysix bisexual. Not sure why I need a big fancy word for it when I didnât have one for liking girls, I just know I care about you a lot and want you to like me.Â
And youâre not a coward, youâre very very brave. You reached out first, you went for what you wanted even when I didnât get it and tried to ask for too much too soon. And then you kept coming back to try again, even though I kept doing that. Thatâs so brave.Â
Iâm not feeling so awake anymore so Iâm going to stop and have Robin mail this for me. (No way am I going out dressed like this. Her dad wears grandpa shorts dude, itâs pretty bad.) Iâll write more when Iâm feeling better. Are you okay? Hope you werenât anywhere near the mall the other night. Thanks for the rainbow song I will look for it.
Love SteveÂ
~
Once Eddie is done reading, he screams into his pillow for a different reason. Several, actually.Â
First, heâs been so sure for the past week or so that he would never hear from Steve ever again. The only reason heâd checked his mail today was because he should have another zine coming in soon. He didnât, but there was a yellow envelope with familiar, if slightly messier than usual handwriting on it. And inside that, stationary with colorful geometric shapes along the edges that Eddie now surmises is Robinâs.Â
Second, Steve isnât even writing to tell him to fuck off right to hell. Because yes, Eddie had heard the rumors about Steve calling Jonathan Byers a queer. The irony does send a seam of semi-hysterical laughter through his screams. Itâs fine. Itâs fine!
Third, Steve hasnât been avoiding his calls. He just hasnât been home. Heâs hurt, and it sounds like his head and torso took quite a beating. Eddie remembers seeing him around school both times after the other concussions and that had looked bad enough, and that had just been his face. This sounds worse.Â
Fourth, Steve is⌠still interested? Has talked to someone about this and might be bisexual?! Eddieâs never had anyone talk to someone else about him, has always been completely anonymous with a possible option of becoming a dirty little secret. And then the letter ends with âLove Steve.â Love? Love Steve?!
Fifth, Robin knows he sent Steve that ice cream. Eddie doesnât know what all âplatonic soulmatesâ entails, but what if she tells him? What if she already has?!
Sixth, despite being injured, and having panic attacks apparently, Steve is still asking if he is okay.Â
Seventh, beneath his name Steve had also doodled a lopsided happy face with what he can only guess is an ice pack balanced on top. Or⌠maybe itâs hair. Or some kind of hat.Â
Any of these would be enough to make his head spin on their own, but itâs all happening at once and he doesnât know what to do. So he screams into his pillow for a while longer, kicking his feet for good measure.Â
He wants to rush out and find Steve, wherever he is. Wants to call him, but doesnât know what he would say even if he did know the number to reach him right now. What he could say. Wants to wrap both arms around him and kiss his poor head better. Hell, if heâs turned Steve gay he doesnât just want, he deserves to make that guy the little spoon for the first time in his life probably and just. Hold him.Â
Except⌠heâs not sure heâs ready for face to face yet. He will be! Soon. Once all the emotions bubbling in his chest have settled a little. And after heâs pinched himself a few million more times just to make sure. But until thenâŚ
A thought occurs to him, and Eddie rolls over to frown consideringly up at the ceiling. Heâs sent Steve words to comfort and reassure him before, right? Maybe thereâs something else he can send, a different way of offering a part of himself to Steve until he works up the nerve to face him for real.Â
Itâs just going to take him a little time, and some recording equipment.Â
~
Dearest Steve,
I hope this address is still okay to write to you while you stay with your friend, but I donât know where she lives.Â
You have no ideaÂ
Holy shit man. Holy shit. Are you serious? No, strike that, youâve been nothing but genuine in these letters and I trust you, I do. Holy shit though. Itâs you. Clearly I never thought Iâd actually have a chance, from the way I approached this whole thing, so you must forgive me for how utterly poleaxed, completely flabbergasted, and genuinely gobsmacked I am.Â
And shit, Iâm still sorry for hanging up on you. That golden years lineâand this heavy secret of the most basic fact of who I am weighing on my shoulders, pressing down so hard I couldnât breathe. I wish Iâd just said something. But youâre right, I needed⌠space? And a push, to work up to writing the last letter I sent you. I got yours the day I put that in the mail, by the way, and that spun me even more because what if you read mine and took it all back?
But you didnât. You didnât, sweetheart. Iâm still reeling in the best possible way. Again, axed like a pole, flabbers gasted, and gob thoroughly smacked.
Enough about me. More than enough about me. Youâre concussed; I ought to wrap that gorgeous head of yours in bubble wrap and offer to fight all your battles henceforth, even against falling buildings. Iâm glad you have someone out there whoâs looking out for you though. I guess⌠youâve told Robin about some things? Maybe these letters? Which is absolutely fine, by the way. Itâs great! Fuck knows it wouldnât have occurred to me to explain what bisexuality is, since I hardly dared to dream so big and only swing the one way myself. Youâre an amazingly open-minded person by the way, Steve; I hope you know how rare that is, especially in a place like Hawkins. And Robin too, apparently. Please give her my highest regards, she is an angel among mortals and an inadvertent champion of this sad wet rag of a human being (me).Â
At any rate, wishing you the speediest of recoveries and I hope youâre already feeling at least a little better. My condolences on the grandpa shorts, although personally Iâm convinced you could wear a trash bag and still look like an Adonis.Â
Itâs taken me a little longer than Iâd like to send this because I made something for you. Enclosed is a tape with some of the songs from our call that you said you liked, played acoustically by yours truly. Rainbow In The Dark is one of them. You mentioned having nightmares, and whenever I had bad dreams as a kid my mom would play for me until I calmed down. Sheâd hum instead of doing the words, to make it more like a lullaby. I hope itâs at least a decent distraction, sweetheart.Â
Let me know if you like it? I can make one of your favorite songs too, just you let me know what they are. In the meantime, I remain, as alwaysâ
Your Secret Admirer
~
âYou should tell him that you know,â Robin whispers, at some point during the fourth night in a row theyâve ended up crashed on the same bed listening to the Anti-Panic Attack Metal Mix.Â
Her dad sleeps like the dead and her mom sleeps with earplugs in because he snores, so they get away with it, but Steve always insists on laying on top of the covers anyway. The friendship is still new, for all that theyâre trauma bonded, and he wants to make sure she knows heâs not getting any funny ideas, that he gets the whole lesbian thing, that even though heâs new to being into a dude heâs committed to it and not wishy-washy or greedy or whatever.
He fiddles with a loose string on the blanket for a minute before answering. âNo⌠I donât want to freak him out again. Itâs all going to be on his terms from here on out, no more pushing.â
âWell youâve got to do something. Come on Steve, Iâm invested now. Ask to meet him.â
He rolls his eyes. âWhat did I just say?âÂ
Immediately he gives an inward wince, because that came out bitchy. But Robin just snorts and murmurs âFine,â sounding amused rather than offended, so he relaxes.Â
They exist in silence for a while, side by side. Just close enough to not feel alone, drifting on the soft notes and low, rich hum. Itâs soothing.Â
âWhat if,â Robin starts, and ignores Steveâs huff. âWhat if you go somewhere you know he might show, and then give him the opportunity to talk to you?â
âOh yeah,â he scoffs, âlike what?â
âSummer house party.â Her whisper picks up a little in excitement as she warms to her own idea. âI bet we can find one thatâs coming up soon. Everyone knows that Munson sells, itâs one of those never invited but always welcome things. Then if he doesnât come to you, just buy some weed and see if he says anything.â
âNo,â Steve whispers back.Â
She rolls over to squint at him in the dark. âJust think about it, okay? You wouldnât be forcing him to do anything, just⌠providing an opportunity. Come on, Stevie-evie, this is my chance to see a gay love story go right.â
âVetoing that nickname.â With a sigh, he rolls onto his side too, facing her. âMy face still looks like raw hamburger meat, Robs. I have like zero charm right now.â
The swelling has gone down, at least to where he can open his eye again but the bruising remains spectacular. It looks like a sunset exploded across the side of his face, and not in a good way.Â
Robin rolls her eyes. âYouâre more than just your face, dingus. It wasnât your rugged jawline, sculpted cheekbones, or pimple-free forehead that wrote those letters, it was you. Steve.â
He goes to wrinkle his nose at the descriptions, but quickly remembers thatâs still a bad idea with a swallowed grunt. âPlease, never describe me again.â
âI make no promises. And anyway, if youâre willing to try makeup I think we could get most of it covered so no oneâll ever notice. Not at night, anyway.â
That gives him pause. He rolls onto his back again to think about it, staring up at the ceiling of Robinâs bedroom and tracing imaginary constellation lines between the glow in the dark stars she has up there. Beside him, he feels her settling on her back too without having to look.Â
Itâs not like when heâd found a little brother in Dustinâwho has visited pretty much every day during Steveâs convalescence, sometimes with Erica or Mike, Lucas, and Max in tow, spouting off things heâs read in books about the various still-healing injuries. As annoying as it is, Steve appreciates that the little dork took the time to study whatâs wrong with him enough to provide armchair diagnoses and give him advice about things that he already knows.Â
Robin is⌠more of a twin than a sister. (Which, yeah, twin sister, whatever. Thatâs not the point.) Theyâre on the same wavelength in a way heâs never experienced before, not with Tommy or Carol or even Nancy. The closest thing Steve has ever had to this was during basketball games, in the heat of a play where everyone on the team knew where everyone was and where theyâd be and how to work together as a unit, perfectly in sync. Only with Robin, itâs all the time. Sometimes they can even finish each otherâs sentencesâthough they try not to do that around her parents, in the interest of not wanting them to think theyâre a couple.Â
Theyâre more like a pair of bonded kittens at the pound, Robin says. Must be adopted together. (âOkay, but why canât we be dogs? Dogs are cooler.â âBecause, dingus, you have a one-hundred-and-twenty-seven step hair and skin routine and youâre incredibly aloof when you want to be. I could go either way, but youâre one hundred percent cat.â)
âMaybe,â he whispers finally.Â
Heâs not sure sheâs still awakeâheâs not sure heâs still awake, with the soothing music lulling him back to a calm he hadnât felt even before heâd gone to bed the first time. But he wants to think she hears it, just like he wants to think that heâll run into Eddie and find out what itâs like to hold his hand, maybe even kiss him, all in the same night. Heâs worn lip gloss, he can deal with a little makeup.Â
âMaybe Iâll go.â
~
Dear Secret Admirer,
Thank you for the tape, itâs perfect. It helps me get back to sleep because it feels like youâre there, watching over me. Like nothing bad can happen. Sometimes the nightmares still come back after but I think itâs getting better. It takes a while, you know? Last time, after the after Billy after my last concussion it took a while to stop having bad dreams. I guess the mind needs time to heal too, even if the stuff that happens to it isnât as ârealâ as breaking a nose or a rib. Who knew?
I really am serious, yeah. Even though Iâm me. Whatever that means. I donât really know what to do with myself or what I want right now. (Except you. Kind of cheesy, but maybe you like that about me? I guess itâs something I always tried to hide before because the guys wouldâve made fun of me, fuck knows Tommy did all of junior year, but I kind of like the idea that maybe you saw it anyway.) Once my face heals up me and Robin are going to try and get jobs together somewhere else because weâre cats that have to stick together or weâll get stressed out and claw all the furniture. Other than that I donât know what I want to do except leave Hawkins someday. But stick around to make sure itâs to see the kids graduate. Dustinâs starting high school in the fall, maybe you could keep an eye out for him? Curly hair, no collarbones, ego bigger than the whole state, total nerd but in a good way, even if heâs sometimes a butthead about it. He plays that game with dragons and those weird looking dice, do you know it? Him and his friends Mike and Lucas are kind of bully magnets. (Max is starting freshman year too but she can take care of herself in that department.) Theyâve all been pretty down after the mall and with Will and moving away and everything. Erica, Lucasâ little sister, I guess Iâm her âbabysitterâ now too, is still in middle school but I donât know if sheâd be glad or insulted if I waited around to see her graduate. She can take care of herself too. She and Dustin were with us for most of the Starcourt burning down and it was a lot, but kids are resilient. I donât think she gets nightmares, not that she would ever admit to anyone if she did even though in her own words âweâve bled together.â Sheâs getting into the nerdy dice game too and is planning her campaign for President of the USA as soon as she turns, what, 40? 50? Whatever age you have to be before you can do that. Iâll probably still be in a town like Hawkins with another lame retail job by then, but sheâs got my vote. Sheâd do a hell of a lot better job than Regan, thatâs for sure.Â
Is your mom My mom never sang to
Also, you are really good at guitar, man. I still think about your hands, I bet you have long fingers. Really⌠Whatâs a word for âgood with his fingersâ? I think about that sometimes. I donât really know what kind of stuff two guys can do together except the obvious but I think about that a lot. I want you to play me like your guitar. Iâd let you fight my battles too, at least until my ribs get back to normal and then we can both fight both of our battles. You know Iâd do that for you, right? If you ever need me. I really like these letters. I really like you.
Love, Steve
P.S. If you were serious about making me another tape (which you really donât have to, this was already going above and beyond), my favorite songs areâŚ
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Sunshine's Guide To MurderâLee Minho
Chapter Twenty Eight: I Bite SS: 18 (ignore time stamps and dates) Word Count: 3.2K Content Warnings: talks of murder, talks of blunt force trauma, Minho butt hunter mentions, Previous Next Masterlist
The living room is bathed in the warm, amber glow of the setting sun. Dust motes drift lazily through the air, catching the light filtering through the partially drawn curtains. Hayun, Jisung, Minho, Felix, and Jeongin are sprawled across the couches. The coffee table is a war zone of empty snack bowls, discarded honey butter chip bags, and soju bottles in various stages of emptiness.
Hayunâs legs are stretched out across Minhoâs lap on the loveseat, and heâs absentmindedly massaging her ankle while sipping from his soju bottle. His fingers press into the arch of her foot, eliciting the occasional involuntary sigh from her. The faint hum of TikTok videos plays from her phone, the screen illuminating her face in the dim room.
Jeongin leans forward in the armchair, tapping his fingers on the neck of his soju bottle, his expression one of barely contained excitement. âHyunjinâs supposed to be here soon. The second he gets here, weâre updating the murder board. Iâve got markers, post-its, magnets. All the fucking works.â
Jisung groans dramatically, throwing his head back against the couch. âDude, weâre supposed to be chilling, not solving crimes right now. Youâre, like, aggressively obsessive about that board.â
Jeongin shrugs, unabashed, a smug grin spreading across his face. âWell, someoneâs gotta keep this shit together. If it were up to someone, weâd all be sitting here watching Levi Ackerman edits and eating expired ramen.â
At the mention of Levi Ackerman, all eyes swivel toward Hayun. Sheâs curled up on her side, completely engrossed in her phone. She doesnât even glance up, her thumb scrolling as Levi slices through Titans in slow motion, his signature scowl practically radiating from the tiny screen.
Minho leans over, peeking at her phone with a raised eyebrow. âSeriously? Isnât that guy, like 5â3â or some shit?â
Hayun finally tears her gaze away from her phone, her expression filled with righteous indignation. âYeah, and?â
Minho smirks, leaning back against the loveseat. âJust saying, heâs not exactly intimidating. I could probably punt him across a field.â
Hayun scoffs, sitting up straighter, her tone dripping with mockery as she shows Minho her screen. âBut could you look this good doing it?â
Minho narrows his eyes at her, and Felix nearly chokes on his drink, laughing. âOh, she got you there,â Felix says, pointing at Minho with his bottle. âLevi might be short, but heâs got should have been the main character energy. You? Youâre just the funny best friend.â
âWow,â Minho mutters, holding a hand to his chest as if physically wounded. âThe fucking disrespect in this house.â
Jisung jumps in, grinning like a Cheshire cat. âItâs not disrespect if itâs true, dude. Leviâs untouchable.â
Hayun smirks, leaning into the banter. âExactly. Levi Ackerman came first. Sorry, Minho.â
The room erupts in laughter, and Minho throws his hands in the air, his smirk still lingering despite the ribbing. âYouâre all traitors. Every single one of you.â
Jisung, emboldened by the chaos, sits up straighter, pointing a finger at Minho. âShe can have a 2D boyfriend and a 3D one, but letâs be real, you two havenât even put a label on it yet.â
Minhoâs smirk falters slightly, his eyes narrowing as he shifts his attention to Jisung. âAnd have you put a label on it with Hyunjin? Or are you still just stuttering every time he calls you cute?â
The jab lands perfectly. Jisung freezes, his soju bottle halfway to his mouth. He glances around the room as if searching for an escape route. âOh, wow, look at that! Is that a crack in the paint? Someone should definitely fix that.â
Jeongin leans back in his chair, a devilish grin spreading across his face. âYouâre deflecting. Thatâs a classic guilty move, Ji.â
Felix nudges Jisung with his elbow, laughing. âSpill it, dude. Did you make out with him or what?â
Jisung glares at Felix, taking a long swig of soju before muttering, âYouâre all fucking annoying. Maybe back off and focus on Hayun and Minhoâs âwill-they-wonât-theyâ bullshit.â
Minho raises an eyebrow, leaning back into the loveseat as he rests his arm casually along the back, just behind Hayunâs shoulders. âThereâs no mystery. Iâm clearly her favourite.â
Hayun, without missing a beat, takes a sip of her soju and deadpans, âRight after Levi Ackerman.â
The room explodes into laughter again, and Minho throws his head back with a groan. âYou wound me, princess,â he says, clutching his chest in mock agony.
Jisung is doubled over, laughing so hard tears are forming in his eyes. âShe said what she said! Youâre runner-up, my guy. Youâve been bested by a fucking anime character.â
Felix raises his bottle in a faux toast, his voice filled with mock solemnity. âTo Minho: second place to a fictional character whoâs shorter than most children.â
Jeongin chimes in, grinning. âLeviâs got that energy, though. Canât compete with that.â
Minho flips them all off, shaking his head. âFuck all of you. Iâm done. Youâre all banned from my car, my house, and my life.â
Hayun, still grinning, raises her glass and clinks it against his bottle. âCheers to that, second place.â
Minho glares at her, but the corner of his mouth twitches upward, betraying his amusement. âYouâre lucky youâre cute.â
The front door swings open, and Hyunjin strolls in with Chan, Changbin, and Seungmin trailing behind. Hyunjin doesnât waste time, flopping onto the couch like itâs his own place. He pulls a bottle of soju from his tote bag.
âSo,â Hyunjin starts, taking a swig before leaning back dramatically. âYeji had severe blunt force trauma like I said in the group chat. The hit came from someone around her height, but that doesnât narrow it down much. You know, heels, platforms, the whole deal.â
He pauses for effect, watching as the group leans in. âThe weapon was cylindrical, like a pole or something. The dead person doctor wasnât sure.â
Minho raises an eyebrow, resting his hand casually on Hayunâs shin as she reclines beside him on the loveseat. âAnd the guy just told you all of this? Just handed over the autopsy details?â
Hyunjin grins, his confidence borderline obnoxious. âYeah. A sucker for crocodile tears. I pulled out my best âpoor grieving cousinâ act. Flawless, if I do say so myself.â
Chan shakes his head, rubbing his temples. âYouâre ridiculous.â
Hayun shifts, her legs still draped over Minhoâs lap, and leans forward slightly. âCylindrical, like a pole or-â Her voice trails off as her eyes lock onto the murder board. âA police baton.â
The room stills. Jeongin grabs a marker and strides to the board, scrawling â#1 Suspectâ under Mr. Shinâs picture with bold strokes. The tension in the room tightens, like a noose around the groupâs collective theory.
Jisung raises his bottle in a mock toast. âHonestly, we should digitize this board at this point. Easier to keep track of all the crazy shit weâve been uncovering.â
Jeongin smirks, twirling the marker between his fingers. âAlready done. Itâs on my laptop, saved on two separate flash drives, just in case.â
Hayun nods approvingly. âSee, this is why youâre the brains of the operation.â
Felix laughs, clinking his bottle against Jeonginâs. âAnd the most paranoid.â
Hayun, Jisung, Felix, and Jeongin all move to stand in the middle of the living room, passing the marker between them like theyâre brainstorming for a high-stakes exam.
Jisung tosses the marker to Hayun. âMaybe Mr. Shin followed Yeji when she went to check on the body?â
Hayun catches it effortlessly, spinning it between her fingers. âWhat if he found out the truth? Ryujin killed Yuna, and Yeji stashed the body. He couldâve snapped.â
Felix grabs the marker mid-air. âBut he didnât kill Ryujin.â
Jeongin snatches it next, tapping it against his palm as he speaks. âMaybe heâs spacing it out. Put some time between the murders. Less obvious. Or maybe because he already lost one daughter and doesn't want to lose a second"
Felix nods thoughtfully, handing the marker back to Jisung. âOr what if Ryujin gave him some half-truth? Like, she wasnât entirely sure about the plan she made with Yunnie to frame Mingi.â
Hayun narrows her eyes, crossing her arms. âSo she gets ahead of it, tells her dad what Mingi did to her and how Yuna was involved.â
Jeongin adds, âThen she spins it so Yejiâs the villain. Says Yeji killed Yuna and forced Ryujin to stay quiet. Mr. Shin flips, makes Yeji take him to Yunaâs body, and then BAM!â He claps his hands for emphasis. âSmacks her over the head, she dies, and he dumps her in the tank.â
The four of them stop, staring at the board as though waiting for it to confirm their theory. The room feels electric with energy, theories bouncing off the walls.
From the corner of the room, Minho leans back, watching them with a bemused expression. Chan nudges him, gesturing at the chaos. âIs this⌠normal?â
Minho smirks, resting a hand on Hayunâs abandoned bottle of soju. âCompletely. Itâs how they think. They bounce ideas off each other until something sticks.â
Felix tosses the marker back to Hayun. âRyujin didnât know where Yeji hid Yunaâs body, right?â
Hayun nods, pacing slightly as she speaks. âNot until the news broke. Yeji was the only one who knew.â
Jisung catches the marker from her, spinning it dramatically. âThen Mr. Shin had to follow Yeji. Or maybe Ryujin told him Yeji was involved.â
Felix snatches it from Jisung with a quick grab. âWhat if he held Yeji at gunpoint? Forced her to take him to the body?â
Jeongin grabs the marker next, his voice cutting through the rising tension. âSo we all agree? We're investigating Mr Shin?"
Thereâs a pause as the room collectively breathes in. Then, all at once, everyone says, âAbso-fucking-lutely.â
Hayun grabs another bottle of soju from the crate near the couch, twisting the cap off. She drops back onto the loveseat, and Minho immediately wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her snugly into his side. She lets out a soft sigh, resting her head on his chest as she takes a sip of her drink.
Jisung, sitting cross-legged on the floor with his own bottle in hand, frowns thoughtfully. âWait. How the fuck do we even go about investigating a police officer? Like, whatâs the play here?â
Everyone falls silent for a moment, glancing around at each other like someoneâs supposed to have a genius idea locked and loaded.
Seungmin finally breaks the silence with a deadpan expression. âApparently, the juryâs out on that one.â
Chan leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees, and shrugs. âAnyone got any ideas? Even bad ones. At this point, Iâll take literally anything.â
Thatâs all the encouragement Jisung, Hyunjin, and Changbin need. They light up like Christmas trees, clearly ready to share the absolute worst plans possible.
Jisung lifts his bottle in mock seriousness. âOkay, hear me out: we tunnel into the police station. Like, fucking gopher style. Steal his files, then scurry back out before anyone notices.â
Hayun raises her hand lazily from her spot against Minho. âClaustrophobic, so Iâm out.â
Minho chuckles, pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head. âSmart move.â
Hyunjin sits up straighter, his face deadly serious. âAlright, my turn. I could seduce him.â
Felix squints at him. âHeâs straight, though, right?â
Hyunjin shrugs dramatically, a smirk playing on his lips. âYou donât know until you know.â
Felix takes a slow sip of his soju, nodding in reluctant agreement. âThat is⌠more than fair, actually.â
Changbin claps his hands together. âWe fake reports of gas leaks in his neighbourhood. Say he needs to evacuate his house for safety.â
Jeongin blinks at him, his voice dry as the Sahara. âHeâs a fucking police officer. He can check that shit.â
Hayun snorts softly against Minhoâs chest, her shoulders shaking with quiet laughter.
Jisung, undeterred, raises his bottle like heâs making a toast. âWe could kidnap him!â
Hyunjin jumps in immediately, smacking Jisungâs hand in a high five. âAnd torture him for answers!â
Minho groans loudly, staring at them like theyâve grown second heads. âThey just need to hurry the fuck up and either fuck or get together or something.â
Hayun nods sagely, tipping her bottle toward Jisung and Hyunjin. âAgreed. Itâs painful to watch.â
Jisung turns to Chan with a mock gasp after hearing Chan mutter about a lack of brain cells. âExcuse you! Hyunjin, Changbin and I are professional theorists, okay?â
Felix raises an eyebrow. âTheorists of what? Dumbass ideas?â
Jisung smirks. âCreative solutions.â
Hyunjin leans into the bit, flipping his hair dramatically. âVisionaries, if you will.â
Chan groans, running a hand down his face. âWhy the fuck did I agree to come here tonight?â
âBecause you love us,â Hayun says sweetly, raising her bottle in a toast to him.
Chan mutters something unintelligible into his drink, but his smirk gives him away.
Seungmin rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair. âWeâre doomed.â
The house is steeped in a drunken warmth when the group finally winds down from their chaotic night. Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin, Minho, and Seungmin have all decided to crash at the house, their earlier drinking rendering driving an impossibility.
Jeongin pulls Chan upstairs toward his bedroom with an easy grin, Chan following with his own subtle smirk. The two disappear into Jeonginâs room, the door clicking shut behind them without a word to the others.
Meanwhile, Felix drags a massive air mattress out of the airing cupboard, huffing as he unfolds it in the middle of the living room. âHelp me with this shit,â he says, nudging Changbin with his foot.
âIâm not the one who owns it,â Changbin grumbles, but he helps anyway, rolling it flat as Hyunjin tosses some pillows and blankets onto it. Seungmin simply sits on the couch, sipping water and watching the chaos unfold with a faintly amused expression.
Once the mattress is ready, the three of them settle onto it, Hyunjin taking the middle and sprawling out dramatically. âRoom for one more?â he jokes, earning himself an eye roll from Seungmin and a snort from Changbin.
âYouâll be lucky if we donât smother you in your sleep,â Seungmin mutters, lying on his side and pulling a blanket over himself.
âLove you too,â Hyunjin chirps, before flopping onto his back with a satisfied sigh.
Felix heads into his room, mumbling something about needing to scroll through TikTok to relax. Jisung waves lazily before heading to his room, shutting the door behind him. Minho and Hayun linger in the hallway for a moment before Minho follows her into her bedroom.
Inside, Hayun flicks on her bedside lamp, the soft yellow glow washing over the room. She peels off her oversized jumper, revealing a black lace bralette and black yoga shorts beneath. Her fluffy Hufflepuff socks stay firmly in place, adding a touch of cosy absurdity to her otherwise sleek look.
Minho leans back against her door, watching her with a small smirk. âYou really commit to the aesthetic, huh?â he teases, nodding toward the socks.
âComfort first, Minho,â she retorts, tossing her jumper into the corner. âUnless you want to lecture me about dressing up to match my pyjamas.â
âNever,â Minho says with a grin as he pulls off his hoodie, followed by his t-shirt.
His toned torso gleams faintly in the dim light, and he doesnât miss the way Hayunâs eyes flick over him before she quickly looks away. He chuckles quietly, stepping out of his cargo trousers until heâs down to his boxers.
Hayun climbs onto her bed, watching as Minho joins her. She stretches out, letting out a small groan. âSoju makes me so fucking tired,â she murmurs, her voice soft and lazy.
Minho nods as he pulls the blankets over both of them. âYeah, itâs like a whole-body shutdown,â he agrees, lying on his side and curling around her. His chest presses flush against her back as he wraps an arm around her waist. The warmth of his body radiates through her, making her sigh softly.
Hayunâs voice is muffled against her pillow as she speaks. âReckon Hyunjin will end up in Jisungâs bed?â
Minho snorts. âProbably. Those two are a disaster waiting to happen. You know something?â
The room falls into a still, golden glow as the faint sounds of the house settling outside Hayunâs door fade into silence. Minho shifts slightly, the playful ease he carried all night giving way to something softer, more serious. His arm tightens just slightly around her waist, pulling her closer as his breath brushes the back of her neck.
âYou knowâŚâ His voice is low, almost hesitant, the weight of unspoken thoughts threading through his tone. âI never followed through on that text I sent after Mr. Han pulled his abduction bullshit.â
Hayun turns her head toward him, her curiosity piqued despite the quiet comfort of their position. Her voice is soft, teasing, but thereâs a flicker of something earnest beneath it. âThe one where you said youâd kill me and then kiss me for making you worry?â
Minho exhales a quiet laugh, his lips quirking in a faint smile that she can feel more than see. âYeah, that one.â His tone softens, carrying a quiet intensity. âThe killing part? Not as appealing.â
She smiles, her voice steady but laced with a playful edge. âAnd the kissing part?â
For a moment, he doesnât respond. The air between them grows heavier, the unspoken tension building as his fingers trail absently against the curve of her hip. Then he shifts, propping himself up on one elbow so heâs hovering just slightly over her. The dim light catches the flicker of emotion in his eyes, his expression unreadable but intent.
Minhoâs gaze locks onto hers, the room shrinking until it feels like theyâre the only two people in the world. The space between them hums with anticipation, every second stretching out like an eternity.
âSounds fucking divine,â he murmurs, his voice dropping into a deeper, huskier register as he leans down, closing the distance.
When their lips meet, itâs soft at first but it deepens quickly. His hand cups her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek in a gesture so gentle it makes her heart stutter. Hayunâs fingers thread through his hair, tugging lightly as she tilts her head, pulling him closer. The kiss grows more deliberate, the world outside dissolving as they lose themselves in each other.
Minhoâs lips move against hers like heâs memorizing the moment, his other hand pressing lightly against her waist to keep her grounded. Hayun feels a warmth spreading through her chest, a quiet intensity thatâs equal parts comfort and fire. Sheâs not used to this. To letting herself be vulnerable, to feeling safe. But in Minhoâs arms, it feels right.
When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against hers, his breaths coming a little quicker. His dark eyes flicker open, meeting hers with a small smile that softens the edges of his usual confidence.
âWell fuck,â he whispers, his voice rough around the edges. âShouldâve done that sooner.â
Hayunâs fingers linger in his hair, her lips still tingling. She chuckles softly, the sound low and warm. âYeah. Took you long enough.â
Minhoâs grin widens, a playful glint returning to his gaze. âGuess I was waiting for the right moment.â
He shifts back down, lying behind her once more and wrapping his arm around her waist again. His chest presses firmly against her back, his thumb resuming its soothing circles against her hip.
âYouâre such a sap,â Hayun murmurs, her voice teasing but tinged with affection.
âAnd you fucking love it,â he fires back, his tone light but confident.
She smiles, her hand coming to rest on top of his where it lies against her stomach. She doesnât say anything, but the small, contented sigh that escapes her lips says everything she doesnât.
âGoodnight, princess,â Minho whispers, his voice a quiet murmur against her ear.
Hayun shifts slightly, leaning back into him. âGoodnight, Minho,â she replies, her voice soft and filled with a contentment she hasnât felt in a long time.
As the room falls into silence, the gentle rhythm of their breathing syncs, the warmth of his body a steady presence at her back. Outside, the world keeps spinning, but here, wrapped in Minhoâs arms, everything feels still, safe, and undeniably theirs.
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Girl in New York | 6
pairings - art donaldson/reader | challengers au!
â__"= Y/N
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sypnosis - you overhear Artâs friends talking shit about you.
warnings - angst, none
author s note - hope you guys enjoy, i have two more chapters planned after this. let me know how yaâll feel about this story so far!
word count - 2k
Š elliotsblunt 2024. do not repost, modify, or translate.
You snatched Artâs sucker from his mouth. It was warm on your tongue, earning a look of pure irritation. âIt tastes sweeter when itâs yours.â
Apparently he was a super genius at math, so Art offered to help you tutor for your upcoming math final. Although you denied his assistance, he initiated, and you couldnât turn down spending more time with him. It was peculiar. Around him, you were able to act like your true self. A tiny part of you hoped he felt the same.
Birds chirped above as the wind gently blew his hair away from his blue hues. The cherry flavor slowly dissolved into your tongue, Art snatching the lollipop back from you and popping it back into his mouth. A giggle left your lips, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he chuckled.
He was sat on the bench, whilst your bum was placed on the table. Art looked up at you before taking the sucker out and sipping his coffee. âYou should put your hair up more often.â
Your cheeks grew hot, âI look like an egg with my hair up.â
âI kinda see it, actually.â
âStop,â you snatch his pop, sticking it back into your mouth. His smile twitched at your action, but then grew.
âYour parents are sweet.â
âMy dad thinks youâre a good looking dudeâand my mom wonât stop talking about how cute your girlfriend is,â Art studied you as you continued to speak, sitting up from the table and standing onto your feet.
âShe even said âyou should be more like her __â. Less revealing and more polite.â
âItâs an act. As soon as weâre alone, she gets high on coke and complains about every single person she meets. She said you were a lousy slut that count through a straight shotâand something else..â
Strikes of irritation hit you. âArtâŚ.what the fuck?â
âYou flirt with me right in front of her, _ _. I canât blame her for not exactly liking you.â
You scoff, âSo what? Iâm a lousy slut? I thought you said I was yours?â
You made sure to emphasize the last few words in a mocking tone, causing Art to grind his jaw. He stood up as well. âChill, _ _. You know people say shit when theyâreâŚâ
Right. It was meaningless sex talk.
It never mattered to you. What anyone said or thought about you. But when it came to Artâmaybe it did. You both had an understanding. He wasnât supposed to judge you. You werenât a saint, but agreeing with her calling you a lousy slut ticked you off. He acted as if it didnât take two to tango. Perhaps this whole infatuation you had for him was one sided. Now you werenât saying you liked him, but maybeâŚ..
âŚâŚmaybe you were interested.
âSo you wouldnât care if I slept with other guys?â
Something shifted in the air. Art was far away. Physically, he was standing right in front of you. A foot away from one another. But emotionally, he was miles out. You stared at him, still holding the sucker in your hand. For some reason you were clutching it.
He wasnât looking at you, keeping his eyes on the ground. The leaves were brittle and broken due to the seasonâpavement cracked from constantly being walked on for years. Kids giggled in the background, contrasting to the dim atmosphere that was created between the both of you.
âArt?â
âI heard you. And no, I wouldnât.â
You didnât know why, but you couldnât stop your lips from moving. Usually when you grew angry, you brain vomitted. âCool. Iâm actually thinking about hooking up with this one dude.â ďżź
Art pressed his lips together, stuffing his hands into his pockets. âWear protection. Wouldnât want you to catch anything.â
âYou think so highly of me, Art. Whoâs to say I havenât been fucking some dude already?â
His eyes darkened. He then shrugged his shoulders.
âIn that case, how about we tag team you? Show you how we treat real bitches.â His tone was frustrated and rough. He had never used it before.
You tossed the sucker onto the ground, stepping on it before sending him a nasty look. Art clenched his jaw as he watched you turn around and storm off.
hey. its _ _.
i canât make it to practice this week.
Art responded almost immediately.
Thatâs fine.
After that, a couple days passed without anything eventful happening. You focused on your final exams, and ended up doing pretty well on the math one. Art helping you out seemed to make a major impact on your grade. As for the rest of your classes, you managed to pass. Your parents were pleased so thatâs what mattered.
On a random Tuesday, one of your classmatesâGen, asked to grab boba with you. Your favorite shop was down the street, so you offered to meet her. You decided to walk, strolling through the busy streets of your neighborhood. Ice began to freeze over the poles, snow beginning to fall during the night and reach up to being a foot tall. But you absolutely adored it. In any situation, youâd rather be too cold than hot.
Hands stuffed into the pockets of your black leather jacket, you texted Gen that you arrived. She said that she was going to be a half hour late because of traffic. You replied that it was no worries and youâll order your drinks beforehand since it was pretty packed.
As you stepped into line, you earned a few stares so you decided to go onto your phone. But then you heard a familiar voice a few spaces ahead of you. âShe practically throws herself at Art. I think it would be the best choice if he just canceled their lessons and booted her trashy ass to the curb.â
You froze in place. TiffanyâŚ.was talking about youâŚto who?
At your favorite fucking boba shop.
And the things she was sayingâŚ.
Who the fuck did she think she is?
An unfamiliar male voice sounded. âSounds like fatherless behavior. Heâs probably an immigrant running a hotel or something.â
Your blood ran cold. Fists balling at your sides, you tried your best to keep calm. Whenever someone had thrown a nasty curse or two at you, it was whatever. You didnât really care about yourself, nor what others thought about you. But when it came to your family, war was always an option. And seeing as Tiffany seemed to â love â your parents, showed how right Art had been.
She was fake.
âCould explain the way she acts. I meanâyou shouldâve seen what her mother wear wearing. It looked like she shopped at the McDonaldâs down the streââ
Your patience had snapped.
Stepping out of line, your heart beat thudded in your ears as your chest raced with anger. It all happened so fast. You heard laughter before interrupting their dick fest. âWhat did you just say?â
You had it in the bag. Confrontation was never a problem for you. Whenever you had something on your mind, nothing couldâve gotten in your way to make sure that person learned not to fuck with you. Whether it was a three hundred pound man built from pure muscle, or a 6 foot 3 famous basketball player. If they pissed you off, they were in for it.
So you opened your mouth, ready to curse Tiffany Barbie Bitch out. Some dude with ginger hair and beady little green eyes looked at you with a surprised look, but you didnât pay him any mind. The blonde haired girl widened her eyes, a crimson blush covering her cheeks. â_ _. Um, hey.â
Even though that cunt had been the one to initially piss you off, that wasnât the icing on the cake.
No.
What rubbed salt into the would was the fact that Art was also standing right there, looking as if heâd seen a ghost.
It was as if time had frozen. His eyes bored into yours, fists shaking at his sides as the flesh turned white from the brutal grip. Artâs face flushed.
You froze.
It was as if the lump in your throat grew with every second. Your palms were soaked with sweat. Everything began to hit you all at once. Youâre family were laughing stock to his friends. You knew Art was incredibly talented and maintained a better lifestyle than you��and was more fortunateâbut you told him your family situation that in confidence.
He wasnât your friend. He was your fuck buddy. Well, was. The only thing he was after this was dead to you.
Art didnât give a flying fuck about you.
âYour parents are sweet.â
Fucking dick that canât last ten seconds.
âLeast you got to hear the truth,â Tiffany shrugged her shoulders, earning a snicker from the random ginger beside Art.
You narrowed your eyes. The nerve she had on her. If you hadnât been fucking her boyfriendâyou wouldâve broke her crooked nose.
You looked at Art. His eyes were trained on the ground, body stiff as a statue.
He didnât say anything.
So you left.
Fuck Art Donaldson.
He was fucking dead to you.
You ended up re-scheduling with your classmate. A week had passed without a call or text from Art. You had already smoked five packs of cigarettes in that time frame. This sudden funk you got into wasnât because of anyone, including the golden haired boy that suddenly infiltrated your mind. Your conquests didnât affect your personal life. It was probably because you had nothing to do now since it was Spring Break.
An old friend that you used to take tennis classes with had reached out to you. She was playing for a highly exclusive tournament that apparently costs like two-hundred per ticketâbut offered two free tickets. In case you wanted to bring a plus one. And only one person seemed to pop into your mind.
When the date came, which was two days later, anxiety pooled within your belly as you you drove into the parking lot. Your plus one had told you beforehand that they were going to meet you in there. Teeth chewing on your lower lip, you hopped out the car and made your way towards the large stadium. It was a large grey building with an open surface, check in lines fully stacked back to back.
A certain sign said V. I. P in bold letters. Usually, if you came with a free ticketâit classified as a special pass. So instead of having to wait in this long ass line,you decided to go up to the door. A security guard with shades on and a brown polo shirt steps before you. âPlayers only.â
Your brows raise. âIt says V.I.P.â
âExactly.â
âLook, Iâm not playing, but I knowââ
His voice cuts you off again, with a dismissing tone to it. âPlayers only.â
Your eyes widen at his lack of empathy or common manners. âListen here, buddy. Why donât I play your gigantic asââ
âSheâs with me.â
You froze in your tracks, heart knocking against your ribs like a caged bird. Dread washes over you as you refuse to turn around.
The guard lowers his sunglasses, stepping towards the source of the voice behind you. Gulping, your eyes flee to Art, who faced the security card with a calm expression. He had looked as handsome as he ever did, black hoodie thrown over his head and a pair of grey sweaters hanging loosely off his sculpted figure.
âYou playing tonight?â
âYeah.â
Your eyes widen. Art was playing tonight? You didnât know that.
Big dude stepped aside, but not before lowering his shades once again and sending Art a rugged thin eyed look. The blonde walked past him without sparing a glance, unlike you, who flipped off the security guy. âYeahâyou better let me in. Who wears shades insideâ?â
Art grabbed you by the arm, dragging you inside the hall the door lead to. It was vacant, most likely everyone in their own rooms. Your eyes narrowed at him as he shushed you with brows facing downwards.
âDonât shush me fuckface,â you spat out, feeling a wave of pure irritation roll through you. Art pressed his lips together as you brain vomited all over him. âYouâre fucking fake. The worst idea I ever made was letting you put that Gingivitis dick inside me.â
His eyes blinked in anger, yet disbelief at your words. You tore your arm from his grip, ignoring the way his baby blue eyes drew you in.
âYou gonna say anything?â
His fists were balled again. The sound of his raspy breathing was the only noise in the otherwise death-silent room. A gnawing feeling radiated from your guts as Art cast his eyes to the ground.
For the first time, as you looked at him, something in your heart twitched. He had looked better than ever, skin glowing and not a wrinkle in sight on his perfectly sculpted face. It confused you, since you had lost sleep these past few days. Perhaps your insights were correct.
Perhaps Art hadnât thought about you at all. Except for when he needs a good laugh. His lack of words made your skin crawl before he releases a small breath.
A monotone Iâm sorry leaves those lips that youâve kissed only a few times.
Thatâs all.
And then silence filled the space between the both of you. It was the true answer you needed. You werenât sure why he had even helped you get in. You wish you never saw him again, but that would be unlikely for today. The disrespect he exhibited had thrown you into a messy loop of making excuses. But today it had been ended.
When you turned around, his eyes lifted off the floor.
You darted a menacing glance over your shoulder, locking eyes with him once last time. Those orbs were cloudy. His chest heavily rose and fell as you threw him a sad smile. âMe too.â
And then you turned around, never looking back.
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âGot Youâ
Jey Uso x IndigenousFMC
8 chapters- 22k words
đ¨Itâs so smutty Iâm so sorry - no one under 18 plz!
đ¨ second alarm, there is a triggering scene but it is an attempted assault that is interrupted - there is a note around it so it is easy to skip!
Just collecting all 4 parts into one loooong post. Itâs unedited so I apologize for mistakes and timelines messiness
Summary: Rori Begay is Jey Usoâs nanny. Inappropriate feelings begin to brew between them over lockdown and they try to avoid it. Unfortunately the violence in Roriâs home life boils over and so do their feelings for each other when he comes to her rescue.
Chapter 1:
Aurora POV
âMy Roriâs here!â Jason lunged from his fatherâs arms into mine as soon as I made it through the door of the unassuming but well kept blue house.
âHey little dude!â I gladly received the three year old, doing my best to avoid touching Josh too much in doing so. Every time we so much as brushed hands it caused a rolling wave of butterflies and warmth. Not unpleasant but also not an appropriate thing to feel for someone who was technically my boss. And the last thing I needed in my life right now was to lose my job, especially over a stupid crush.
Due to the pandemic ramping up Josh was home from his job that normally demanded a lot of travel. Even though he wasnât traveling he still had commitments and a job that required several hours of training daily in the gym on top of meetings and zoom calls. Heâd explained the plan his company had until they could safely begin touring again, a plan that would see them staying here in Florida for several months to a year.
Long enough for me to save up enough to get out of my own place, even if my mother was demanding a high rent. I was glad Iâd fibbed about just how much Josh was paying me weekly or she would have demanded even more.
âSwim! Swim! Wanna go swimming!â I juggled the excited toddler in my arms trying not to drop my day bag.
Coming to the rescue Josh grabbed the green backpack and smiled at me in a way that turned my insides to mush. âWe gotta eat first little man.â
âAre you free today?â I hoped I didnât sound as excited as I felt. At first Iâd found it odd he still wanted me there even when he wasnât going to be busy for the day but quickly started to look forward to spending time with both of them.
âYeah, my meetings were cancelled. I was thinking Iâd join yâall for swimming lessons and whatever else you got planned. If thatâs cool with you.â
As if I was going to say no.
I looked at Jason with a grin. âWhaddya think? Want Daddy to hang out with us today?â
âHang out with daddy AND Rori! Swim!â
âWhat about you?â It was hard not to read too much into his expression or the way his voice seemed to drop a little. âI donât want to make you uncomfortable.â
Oh, of course. Heâs trying to be considerate of my feelings as a person and Iâm drooling at the way his voice changes when he is speaking to another adult. I swallowed my embarrassment and put on a big grin. âNot at all, itâll be great to hangout! Now how about some breakfast?â
There wasnât much Jason loved more than swimming but one thing was for certain.
âPANCAKES!â
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Jey POV
It did things to me when she called me âDaddyâ, even if it was in this context.
Maybe I could get Joe or Braun to hit me in the head next time weâre wrestling.
Really, really hard.
Well, maybe not Braun, I didnât want to die after all.
I needed some sense knocked back into me around this girl though. I canât keep my eyes off her and thought about her way too often. Sheâs only eighteen and I should not be feeling this way about my sons *nanny.* Watching her as she moved around the kitchen, letting little man help her with making breakfast it brought an excited sense of peace.
My eyes dutifully followed the sway of her curvy bottom as she sidestepped small feet with a laugh. I wanted to wind my hands into that waist length brunette hair while I devoured her pouty lips.
Wanted to see her pretty green eyes tear up with those lips wrapped around my dick.
I wanted a lot of things from Miss Aurora Begay.
Isolating was hard, I hadnât had a chance to go out or hookup with a chick since New Yearâs Eve. Maybe that was my problem. She was close, pretty and had a great laugh.
But the truth was I hadnât wanted someone so bad in a long time. Jasonâs mom had burned me pretty hard when she decided she didnât want to be invested in his life, or mine.
You travel too much sheâd said. Come to find out âyou travel too muchâ really meant Iâd rather be fucking other dudes in another country.
More power to her. Weâd started out casual but when she fell pregnant Iâd stepped up and even offered to marry her and let myself get invested. Not the best way to start but I was willing to give it a shot for him.
âHow many?â
âHuh?â
Rori pulled me out of my thoughts with a light tough to my shoulder and a giggle. She smiled down at me. âI asked you how many pancakes would you like? Iâm using the protein mix.â
Of course sheâd ferreted out the healthiest pancakes for someone with my training regime. She was always doing thoughtful shit like that and I loved it. Loved that she would modify things for me, make me a plate or keep one warm for me in the oven when something ran longer than planned.
It was hard not to let all that spill.
She raised her eyebrows. âJosh?â
Iâm so fucked.
âUh, make it four.â
Thirty minutes later and Iâm waiting for them the come downstairs. Jason appeared at the top of the steps first in his matching swimming trunks and shirt all decked out with tiger sharks. His favorite animal at the moment. He proudly held up his shark goggles. âLook daddy, Iâm a shark!â
In a weird way I was grateful for the lockdown. Iâd never been able to spend so much time with him and it made me happier than Iâd ever been. âI see little man! Whereâs Rori?â
âComing, sorry!â
Chapter 2 -
Aurora POV
Josh stood at the bottom of the steps in nothing but black swimming trunks. My mouth went dry and heart pounded as I tried not to stare at him while Jason and I made our way downstairs hand in hand. It was tough though, his dark bronze skin and spiraling tattoos were mesmerizing.
Heâd given me a cursory glance before looking away and even though Iâm not terribly vain, it stung my pride a little. I should be ashamed that I picked the cheap and simple but pretty blue mesh halter and boy short set because I thought be would like it. As if heâd ever look at me the same way I do him.
Tucking the sadness away I padded out to the pool with Jason who was already fighting with his arm floats before heâd made it to the water. âHere let me help-â
The words were cut off by splash of water, my own shriek of surprise and Jasonâs shriek of laughter. Josh had blown by us to canon ball into the water before surfacing with a challenging smirk.
It would be hard to ignore the heat pooling between my legs.
Well, until little man threw his arms up and demanded to be thrown in for a big splash that is. Happy to oblige and to cool off I scooped him up and we jumped in. What Iâd planned as a swimming lesson turned into lots of laughing and splashing with Jason getting brave enough to paddle back and forth between us a few times.
After a while he was tired and become more preoccupied with making his pool toy shark eat his other action figures. Josh drifted over to where I stood in the shallow water while Jason played nearby on the step. âHey.â
âHey?â
âWhat happened here?â Gently he brought his fingers to a healing bruise on my arm. Anxiety twisted my stomach painfully. I had to come up with something, my mother had trained me to lie about this sort of thing.
âOh, uh, I just, I just dropped something when I was reaching for a can on a shelf at home. Clumsy, just brought my arm up so it wouldnât like hit me on the face or anything. Nothing, no worries.â I realized I was rambling when his brow furrowed and he narrowed his eyes.
Fuck. He didnât need to know momâs latest boyfriend was a real dick, even for her.
âA can huh?â
The truth was I hadnât moved fast enough to get out of his way a couple days ago and so he grabbed me by the arm, hard enough to leave those prints, shook me and slung me across the room. Not the first time one of the men sheâd brought home had done something similar but no one had ever really paid attention and my mom had threatened me with much worse if I ever told.
âYeah, just a stupid accident.â I tried to smile reassuringly but could tell it wasnât working. Josh opened his mouth but fortunately for me, little man chose then to pounce, throwing himself at us with abandon only a happy toddler could achieve.
âMake splashes Rori!â
âYou sure did! How about we get dried off and go watch a movie?â I was grateful for the distraction. Hopefully he would let it go.
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Jey POV
Late that night I laid in bed scrolling through photos from the last few weeks, looking for clues and wracking my brain for an explanation. Aurora had never lied to me before and I should have her drug tested if she thought I bought that story about the can. I know what a bruise from someone gripping you too tightly looks like. Why was she being so evasive about it?
*Does she have a boyfriend? Some little shit who thinks heâs tough?*
An intense anger erupted in my chest at the thought of anyone putting their hands on her. In any way. Thinking about her kissing someone else, *fucking* someone else, made me physically sick.
I resolved to get the the bottom of it. Why werenât her parents doing anything about it? Did they notice?
Wait. Does she live with them?
It dawned on me that I know next to nothing about her or her living situation. Most of our conversations revolve around Jason or the chores or how my day had been or what I wanted for dinner. I knew she was a college student and weâd chatted about a few times about things like music or movies or my job but never had she mentioned her family or friends or relationships at all, except one girl named Jamie. And all I knew about her was that theyâd seen a movie together recently.
Iâd snapped a few pictures today. Only one of just her but that was the one I settled on looking at. She stood mid thigh in the pool, her golden skin wet and the red of her messy bun stood out in the sunlight. The swimsuit wasnât too revealing but Iâd almost embarrassed myself. Seeing her coming down the steps it that simple but sexy outfit had me at half mast in no time, Iâd had no choice but to hustle my ass into the cold pool or risk her noticing.
Looking at the picture now I had the same problem, my cock twitching to life at the thought of tasting her everywhere. Closing my eyes I dropped my phone and let myself pull my boxers down. Picturing her sweet smile I imagined she was there with me, straddling my waist, her walls clenched tightly around me.
Slowly I started stroking myself, imaginary Auroraâs movements were careful and shy and gentle, just like everything else about her. Her small hands braced against my chest, fingers digging in as her cheeks flushed with pleasure and she panted in need.
*âDaddy, please.â*
Increasing my pace I imagined taking control, clutching her hips and bracing myself with my ankles as I thrust up at a much more aggressive pace. My knees drew up and I clutched the sheet with my free hand as her cries filled my ears.
*âHarder Daddy, yes yes! Iâm gonna cum!â*
I didnât fight the groan that rose in my throat as I sped up even more. It was my fantasy and we would finish together.
âFuck Rori, babyâŚâ I bit my lip when I came, spilling hot ropes of cum onto my stomach as my hips bucked and twitched. For a few seconds I lay there panting.
Iâd lost count of how many times Iâd gotten off this exact same way now. I knew I should stop but it was becoming something of an obsession. It wouldnât be the first time in my life Iâd developed a fixation, just not quite so focused in on a particular female before.
I hoped it would pass when the lockdowns lifted and I could go out again but deep inside I knew that wouldnât be the case.
No, something about those big hazel eyes and loving personality had dug itself deep inside me. I swiped at the mess Iâd made with my shirt before throwing it in the hamper in the corner of the room. A twisted part of me hoped sheâd notice when she did laundry and wonder if I was thinking about her but the realistic part of me would kick in and handle the mess in the morning.
Settling in to the covers I hoped she was comfortable and safe, wherever she was.
Chapter 3
Aurora POV -
I didnât mind biking the thirty minutes from the trailer park where I lived to the nice suburb. Being alone with my music and a direction was meditative. This morning however it wasnât as nice as usual. Unable to stand for leverage I was moving slower than usual, my injured right side making the whole process more difficult.
Janineâs latest catch, âPaulâ, was becoming increasingly violent. I did my best to stay out of his way but the two bedroom single wide trailer was tiny, cramped and rundown. Most of my time at home was spent locked up in my bedroom, venturing out only to fix everyone dinner or use the restroom.
Not long now and I would be able to afford a deposit for a room somewhere. I let daydreams of the day I left that place forever fuel me through the pain in my ribs and ankle. Iâd gotten distracted, inadvertently letting the dinner pot boil over. Paul took offense and sent me to the floor with a nasty shove before a swift kick to the ribs. Iâd scrambled to my feet and limped to my room, slamming the door shut and locking it behind me. A fresh wave of anxiety shuddered through me.
I planned to ask Josh today if he would show me a few things I could do to be stronger and defend myself better. It might rouse his suspicions but I was just going to tell him a half truth, I wanted to be safe when I returned to campus someday. That was a safe and believable excuse in my mind.
Taking a deep breath I tried to force myself to walk normally in spite of the sharp pain that came with each step. Maybe I was naive to think I could disguise my injuries but I was going to try.
Answering the door rather quickly he welcomed me in and our day progressed as usual. Fortunately for me Josh had to tend to those cancelled meetings and would be busy until lunch time. I thought I had it under control with some Tylenol but was proven wrong.
Jason wanted a specific shark cup and plate set that was stored on a high shelf. Normally pulling out the little step stool and grabbing those things wouldnât have been an issue.
Normally.
When I tried to put weight on that right ankle it gave and I yelped, falling backwards fully expecting to land hard on the kitchen tile.
Instead a strong pair of arms encircled my middle and I made contact with a hard, warm chest instead of cold, unforgiving floor. The pressure on my ribs hurt and I gasped, clutching at Joshâs forearms.
âRori!â Jasonâs alarmed voice hit my ears and I immediately tried to right myself and go to him but struggling against the hold hurt too much.
âItâs okay kiddo, I got her. Where are you hurt? Other than your foot?â
âRibs.â It hurt to take in a breath to speak.
Nodding he maneuvered one arm under my knees and one under my shoulders, easily hefting me up into his arms. âI got you.â
I wanted to curl into a ball and never look at him again, this was too embarrassing. Settling me in a chair at the kitchen table he took a very clinical approach to examining my ankle and ribs. If I hadnât been so upset the feeling of his fingers dancing on my rib cage would have made me dizzy. He let me catch my breath before asking the dreaded question.
âWhat happened Rori?â Josh sounded calm and collected as he went to retrieve an ice pack. Passing it to me he set about fixing lunch while waiting patiently for an answer.
âI tripped walking up my steps last night and fell. Nothing major, just some bruises.â
âYouâre lucky theyâre not broken.â My stomach dropped. It sounded like he was scolding me.
âRori okay?â
âYeah little man, Iâm all good! Just an accident, no big deal!â I raised my hands in the air and smiled at Jason who looked relieved before going back to playing with his toys.
Josh set lunch on the table, ravioli, before collecting the little boy and depositing him in his booster seat next to me. Sitting down on my other side all of his moments were stiff. âYou wouldnât lie to me would you?â
My palms went sweaty and my heart pounded. I hoped my panic didnât show on my face. Not trusting my voice I shook my head no and stuffed a piece of pasta in my mouth, making a pleased sound. I swallowed the food and the emotion all in one go. âNo. Iâm so sorry. It shouldnât stop me from what I need to do again.â
âItâs fine. You rode your bike here yeah?â
I nodded and shoveled another bite in my mouth to avoid talking.
âMe and Jason are gonna drive you home this afternoon, once my meetings are done.â
A fresh wave of panic rolled through me. âNo-no, please you donât have to do that.â
âYouâre in no shape to be riding your bike anywhere.â His voice was so cold. It made me want to cry.
âI donât want to be a pain. I can ride the bus-â
Jason and I both jumped when Josh slapped the table. He seemed to catch himself before slamming it with full force but still made a loud noise. Quickly he looked at his son with a grin to ease any fear the little boy had.
But when he turned to me I could see it didnât reach his eyes. His expression flattened out and it was like he was reigning himself back in.
I squeezed my thighs together as a confusing rush of emotions hit me. Fear of the consequences since Iâd angered him and a strange flash of arousal that felt out of place but there it was all the same.
âDonât argue with me.â
âYes sir.â
â
Jey POV
Sitting through these afternoon meetings around the new Bloodline merchandise was torture. Iâd never been a fan of this side of the job anyway and whatever was going on with Aurora was eating at me. Had I been a little bit of a bully and let my anger win for a minute? Absolutely but it will get me what I want which is some more information.
I was pretty sure someone was hurting her at home or she had a boyfriend. Thinking through my options I texted my twin who was also on the zoom call looking like heâd rather eat a shoe than look at yet another piece of concept art.
â**Can yall take little man this weekend?**
I watched him respond on the call.
**âYeah, you got something to do?â**
**Yeah**
It wasnât often that I hid things from Jon but he didnât need to know I was planning on essentially stalking my barely legal nanny for a couple of days. I sure as hell didnât want to see Trinityâs face if she found out. But I had to know what was going on and figure out how to help her.
As of right now my plan was little more than to storm in, beat the ever living shit out of whoever I needed to, sweep her up and move her into my home and bed permanently. Far from foolproof but it was a work progress.
Finally the meeting came to a close. Heading downstairs I took a few deep breaths to make sure I had my temper fully back under control. It had been hard not to shake her by the shoulders and demand she tell me the truth so Iâd settled on slapping the table for emphasis. Iâd instantly felt like a jerk when both Jason and Aurora jumped in fear but weâd recovered.
The sounds of their laughter came from the kitchen, she was letting Jason âhelpâ her make pizza for dinner. Looked more to me like she was chasing the veggies he threw every which direction except at the dough in front of him but I enjoyed watching them together all the same. She genuinely seemed to enjoy spending time with him and he loved her already, taking to calling her âmy Roriâ. Clearing my throat to announce my presence I felt a stab of regret when anxiety fell over her face and she quieted instantly. Jason on the other hand clambered down from the step stool and rushed over, arms outstretched.
âDaddy! Look, making pizzas!â He waved excitedly towards where Rori leaned against the counter next to the bowls of ingredients. I tried to smile reassuringly at her but she just ducked her head, hiding her face with her hair.
âNice, want some extra help Rori?â Jason was already trying to get down and back into the mix so I let him. It wasnât the nicest thing, forcing her to talk to me, but sheâll learn to speak up for herself in time.
She would have to as my woman. I donât know exactly when I decided that was going to happen but here we are.
Finally glancing up at me she bit her lip nervously. âYes sir.â
An image of her doing that while on her knees in front of me flashed through my mind. I liked that a little too much, liked this oddly submissive behavior. It told me a lot to, her response to my anger. Fawning is what they call it, if I recalled the therapist correctly.
I stepped into her space deliberately, causing her to shy away from my hand. Persisting I gently caught her chin with my thumb and forefinger making her eyes go wide. Tempting as it was to push further and run my thumb over her abused lip I settled for making her look at me.
âMâsorry I scared you earlier.â
She blinked, her eyebrows drawing together in confusion. âYouâre what?â
I snorted. âGirl Iâm tryin to apologize to you. Pay attention.â
To her credit she recovered quickly. âIâm sorry, I am. I - itâs okay. Letâs get these pizzas in the oven.â
She pulled away but before I saw her pulse pounding in her neck and her eyes dilate. It was obvious she was into what I was doing. Perfect.
A little over an hour later found us loading up her bike into the back of my truck and heading down the highway. It never ceased to amaze me what being on either side of the highway could look like. Some trailer parks were nice with well kept homes, flowers and friendly neighbors. Some were like âMartinâs Coveâ complete with meth trailers, cars on blocks and folks toting guns in the waist bands of their jeans. I bristled at the thought of leaving her here but dutifully got out to retrieve her bike once weâd pulled up to #37.
An ugly white man stood on the porch with a stupid look on his face. I hated him. Roriâs face showed a flicker of fear when her eyes landed on him and I wanted to kill him. I had a feeling I knew who was leaving the bruises. I held onto her bike when she went to take it from me.
âUh, Josh? I got it. Thank you so much again.â I could feel my blood pounding in my ears. The man hadnât spoken but hadnât looked away from Aurora either.
âPromise to call if you ever need help.â She tilted her head but must have remembered earlier today.
âOkay, I promise.â
I nodded. âIâll pull up at eight.â
It made me physically sick to let her walk away but I did it. Once theyâd both gone inside I pulled away. Jason fell asleep before we made it home so I got him tucked into bed and set about putting a bag together for his stay at his aunt and uncles this weekend.
I was too worried to sleep well, knowing full well she could be in trouble. Instead I found myself praying whatever gods or ancestors might be listening. The morning couldnât come soon enough.
Chapter 4
Aurora POV
I stood on the embarrassingly cluttered porch the following morning at 7:30 A.M. Janine and Paul were still in bed. Much to my surprise they hadnât questioned me in depth, instead disappearing into her room after I made their dinner. I checked the calendar, it was the third.
Ah, her disability check had come in. Theyâd be flush with drugs for a couple days.
Great, that usually meant theyâd leave me alone. And they had. Looking back at the front door yet again, it felt as if it were going to open and swallow me. Thatâs how it felt to walk into this house, like I was being eaten by a beast snd may never claw my way out.
Turning back I settled on the steps, flipping through my music. âDirty Thoughtsâ started playing and I felt a flush start up my neck remembering what Iâd done listening to this song last night. After securing my door that lacked a proper lock Iâd lain in bed playing my interactions with Josh over in my head. Mostly the feeling of his thick arms and hard chest and calloused hands.
Only a few times, mostly due to lack of privacy, did I indulge the growing heat between my legs. Thinking about Josh had made the throbbing ache there unbearable and when I slid my fingers below the elastic waistband of my underwear I found myself soaked. While still very much a virgin Iâd read enough romance novels to know what my body wanted from him. My heart and mind did too but they were a lot harder to make happy.
Carefully Iâd started to feel myself, fingers dipping into my wet slit to awkwardly circle my clit while my other hand cupped a breast, lightly playing over a sensitive nipple. My inexperience was a pain though and after a few moments of awkward strokes I was worse off than before I started. Annoyed at myself for struggling I switched tactics to what I knew would provide at least a little relief.
Grabbing my ancient pillow I shoved it between my legs, balled up and pressed tightly to the small bud I was struggling to figure out. Closing my eyes Iâd imagined sitting on his lap, straddling one of his big thighs while his hands cupped my bottom and his voice, deep and husky with want, encouraged me to move.
*âCâmon girl, thatâs it. Move for Daddy.â*
It shamed me to think of him that way but I was so lost to the feeling it didnât stick. Doing as imaginary Josh instructed I ground against the pillow, desperately seeking the short but intense flashes of pleasure it brought. If I did it long and hard enough Iâd get a sharp spike that would somewhat ease the tension filling my body. It was nothing like ârolling wavesâ I read about but it did the trick and wore me out enough to sleep.
The sound of his truck rumbling up pulled me out of my memory and I stood, checking the time. 7:40 A.M., he was early. I needed to get myself under control, this crush was a distraction I didnât need. What I needed was to get the hell out of this place before things escalated further and finish my degree.
And yeah I wanted kids and a husband and all that lovely stuff but I wasnât naive enough to believe that Josh was the guy. He smiled at me, opening the passenger door and ushering me in. My heart did a cartwheel in my chest.
He had his choice of anyone. It would never be me and I was alright with that.
It didnât stop me from wishing it were though.
âMy Rori!â Jasonâs voice was music to my ears. It was just Josh Iâd fallen hard for after all. The toddler waving happily from his car seat in the back lit up my world and motivated me to get out of bed some mornings when I was depressed.
âHey little man!â I smiled at him before turning to Josh as he pulled out of our driveway. This felt so normal and nice it was almost enough to make me forget where we were driving away from.
âMornin. How was your night?â I noticed the dark circles under his eyes.
I blushed in spite of myself. âIt was good. How about you?â
Josh raised an eyebrow but didnât comment on the red in my cheeks. âSâfine.â
I mulled over my idea about asking for his help while chattering along with Jason. Iâd couched the idea when he was so stern yesterday but he didnât seem angry any longer and had apologized after all. By the time we pulled into the driveway Iâd made up my mind. I spoke before he could open the door.
âHey, Josh?â
âHmm?â He tilted his head my way.
âCould-is it okay to ask- because if not I understand-â
âItâs fine just ask your question baby.â
My brain shorted out for a split second. Heâs tired, donât overthink it.
âCan you show me how to like, get stronger? And maybe how to, ya know, throw a punch? For when I go back to campus.â I bit my lip nervously, his expression was so neutral it was impossible to know what he was thinking.
Josh reached over to give my knee a squeeze and my warmth flooded through me. It was so quick I wondered if Iâd imagined it but the genuinely warm half smile said otherwise.
âHell yeah Iâll show you some stuff.â
My heart pounded as I followed the boys inside. I have to get a grip, heâs just being nice. A single quick squeeze doesnât mean heâs into me.
I noticed the bag of Jasonâs things on the couch and my heart dropped. If he was going somewhere else I may not have work for a while.
âIs little man going somewhere?â
âYeah, my brotherâs coming by to get him later, just for the weekend. Iâm gonna get some sleep but we can workout some this afternoon, if youâre up for starting now. Just have to work around whatâs hurtin.â
My heart soared. âGreat, thank you so much.â
ââ
Jey POV
It was easy to sleep knowing she was safe downstairs with Jason and I made up for what I lost the night before. In my dreams Rori was beneath me, writhing in
pleasure while her fingernails dug into my shoulders and her lips whispered my name over and over like a prayer. Her voice got louder the closer she came to orgasm and I ground into her harder and harder.
âJoshâŚJoshâŚHey Josh?â
Her voice went from thick with pleasure to confusingly loud. Slowly I became aware of someone shaking my shoulder.
âHuh?â
There was a soft giggle from next to me as the bed dipped a little. I realized the object of my dreams was sitting next to me nudging my shoulder. At the same time I realized I had a raging hard on.
âJonâs here, figured youâd want to say bye to Jason before they took off.â
Shit was it after five already?
I had to get rid of her so I could get this under control. âYeah. Be right there.â
When I didnât move immediately she jumped up and ran like sheâd been scalded. Maybe she realized she may have crossed a line coming in here, even if it was to get me up for something important.
I couldnât wait to cross a hell of a lot more lines with her in this room.
But right this minute I needed to get myself presentable, something easy enough to achieve, at least temporarily, with a few deep breaths and splashing some ice cold water on my face.
Loading Jason into the car didnât take long, he always loved staying with his cousins. Hugging him one last time I stepped back. My brother looked at me from the drivers seat, clearly wanting an explanation. Clapping his shoulder I smiled. âThanks, got a leak and itâll just be a lot easier to have guys out to fix it without him under my feet.â
The suspicion in his face melted away and we said our goodbyes. Iâd miss Jason but I was excited about âworking outâ with Aurora, all alone. Not to mention Iâd finally have a good chance to question her some. She stood in the kitchen tying up her hair when I walked back in.
âYou ready?â
Aurora swallowed but nodded and I noticed her eyes flicker over me. My cock twitched, it was hot thinking she wanted me too. I still needed to clarify whether or not she had a boyfriend and while I couldnât be certain it was that weird guy at her house who was hurting her I was pretty confident that was the case.
âGood, câmon.â Leading her into the gym I flicked the lights on.
About 45 minutes later and she flopped on the floor, panting but smiling. Turns out she could throw a decent punch already. Settling behind her on my knees I let my hands fall on her shoulders and waited to see what she would do. Aurora stiffened but didnât pull away so I slowly began to knead the muscles.
âYou did good.â I donât know if it was my fingers or my words that did it but she moaned softly, her cheeks blushing.
âThank you.â Her voice was soft and shy.
Continuing up her neck I was gentle as I worked the tension there, surprised at just how tight she was. I decided to get down to what I wanted to know. âGot a boyfriend Rori?â
She blinked her pretty hazel eyes before huffing out a nervous laugh. âA boyfriend? No.â
Relieved, I let that concern go. âAight. I didnât think that guy in the porch yesterday was him but ya know, wanted to make sure.â I dug my fingers in a little harder and she drew in a breath with a gasp. My thumbs worked their way down her shoulder blades and her eyes drifted closed. Her muscles quivered under the threadbare tshirt she wore but my eyes were trained on the wet skin of her jaw and neck. I imagined what it would taste like to run my tongue along them in a long stroke.
âNah, thatâs just my momâs latest boyfriend.â
âLatest?â I didnât like the sound of that and based on where they lived I doubted these were high quality men drifting in and out of their lives. Already I hated this woman for putting Aurora in danger.
âYeah, sheâs justâŚI donât know. Sheâs got some issues.â Aurora trailed off and I debated how hard to push. This was more than Iâd gotten out of her before but I didnât want her to shut down if I asked the wrong thing. I kept massaging her neck, working my way a little lower to her collar bone and she didnât resist.
âHowâs that feel?â
âMmm, good.â Just when I thought she was really going to relax into me her phone buzzed. I hated the way she looked panicked when she opened the message. âOh no, itâs getting really late, I should go.â
Reluctantly I let her stand and got to my feet as well. âCâmon, Iâll take you home.â
Her nerves seemed to get worse and worse during the car ride. Every instinct in me screamed to make her stay, to not drop her off at that trailer. Something bad was going to happen and I knew it.
This time I reached over her to stop her from opening the door with one hand and grabbed her knee with the other. âAurora look at me.â
She was startled but did as I asked.
âYou donât have to get out of this truck. But if you do, just promise to call me if youâre in trouble.â For a second I thought she was going to stay or maybe burst into tears. Instead she took a deep breath and smiled at me but it didnât reach her eyes.
âI promise. Again.â
I squeezed her leg one more time before sitting back and letting her go. Something screamed at me to stop her but I didnât.
Iâd regret that sooner than later.
Chapter 5
Aurora POV -
I knew something was up the minute I walked in the front door, a sixth sense of sorts from years of living with a volatile drug addict. My heart skipped a beat when I realized my mother was in the dingy kitchenette stirring away at something on the stove. She never cooked anymore and anything out of the ordinary was cause for concern.
âOh youâre home, I wondered if weâd see you tonight.â
Stomach twisting I approached her carefully. Iâd only responded to her message five times apologizing for being late. âIâm sorry mama, I had to stay late for work.â
âYouâre sure it was just for work? I didnât see a baby in the car today.â Of course sheâd been watching from the windows.
âYes mama, Mr. Fatu offered me rides and I felt rude saying no.â Her face pinched but she recovered into a smile. I could feel the dread building in my lower spine.
âGo sit down honey, dinner is ready and Paul just pulled up with his friend.â Almost anyone else would have written her words off as a normal statement but from her it was a threat, I just didnât know for what.
âYes maâam.â
Paul came clattering in followed closely by another white man who looked meaner and uglier than him. He smiled when he saw me, licking his chapped lips from behind a patchy beard. I shivered in disgust.
âThis here is Danny. Aurora, be nice and say hi.â Awkwardly I waved, in fear of what would happen if I didnât.
He looked at Paul with his beady, murky blue eyes. âShe always quiet?â
Paul nodded. âWhaddya think?â
Danny smirked. âHow much did you say?â
My heart plummeted to my feet as I stood. âWhatâs going on?â
All three other people stopped what they were doing. Danny looked amused and Paul looked at my mother expectantly. She came to pat my shoulder with a fake, cold smile.
âWell since youâve been whoring yourself to your boss we figured you wouldnât mind if we set you up with some new clients. And this way we make sure we get our cut, fair and square.â Her voice was so calm, mocking me with how caring and sweet she sounded even though her words were poison.
My jaw fell open and my stomach heaved. I couldnât believe what just was hearing.
âIâm not sleeping with my boss!â
Sheâd sunk low before but this was completely unreal. I couldnât believe she would actually agree to pimp me out.
âSo, uh, where we gonna do this?â Danny reminded me of his presence.
I wanted to claw the nasty manâs eyes out and run. To where?
*Josh.*
âWeâre not! Mom, tell him this is ridiculous, you canât be serious!â
Pulling out my phone I got off a single message to Josh before Paul was snatching for it.
âSOSâ with an alarm emoji.
^^^Trigger warning for attempted SA scene^^^
âHer bedroom is that way.â Iâd never hated her so much as I did in that moment when she pointed down the narrow hall.
âNo! Mom! Mom!â I shrieked as each man grabbed an arm and begin pulling me.
Danny snarled when I twisted and landed a nasty blow between my shoulders, sending me to the floor. He looked at Paul who gave me another swift kick to the side. âDidnât tell me you hadnât broken her in yet.â
âIâll let you have the next session for free if you wanna help with that.â
With a shrug the other man grabbed my wrist and pulled hard in spite of my struggling. Throwing me onto my rickety twin bed I scrambled, trying to get to a weapon but he was already laying into me with the leather belt heâd pulled from around his waist. My ancient tshirt gave way easily under his hands, giving him direct access to the flesh of my back and shoulders. Blows rained down, burning so fiercely my eyes stung with tears. I curled into the fetal position, covering my head and trying to escape the worst of it.
He stopped hitting me to wrap the leather strap around my wrists and flipped me onto my abused back. Kicking at him didnât do much even with my healthy ankle. I was tired and sore from the injuries and work out Josh had put me through earlier. My strength to fight was waining fast but I couldnât just give up. Danny responded to a kick in the shoulder with a powerful punch to the stomach, making me gag and cough.
My jeans didnât come off as easily as my tshirt but he managed with a few vicious yanks. I didnât know how to get out of this. Closing my eyes I tried to picture Josh, Jason, my friends, my school, anything to get away from the gut wrenching reality of what was happening. My mother had sold me to this man and his awfully slimy hands were running up my thighs and over my ribs to squeeze my breasts with so much force it tore a lot sob of pain out of my chest.
End of triggering scene
And then, with a yelp of pained surprise, he was gone. For a few seconds all I could hear was the thundering of my pulse but once my body realized he was no longer bearing down on me my senses began to adjust. Shouts and thuds from the living room went on for a few more moments before a particularly nasty sounding crash and then it all went quiet. Unsure of what was going on I remained where I was, shaking and trying to get a grip on my breathing.
Finally I could hear a voice speaking clearly. A voice I knew.
âDonât move you fuckin cunt.â
Josh appeared in the doorway of my tiny and now destroyed room looking every inch the enraged hero he was. With what strength I had left I launched myself into his arms and he met me halfway, scooping me up and holding me against his chest tightly while I buried my face in his neck.
He pressed his lips to the top of my head and spoke softly. âDo you need anything at all from here?â
I shook my head, unable to form words. With shaking hands he pulled the belt from around my wrists and threw it. Snatching the thin blanket he wrapped it around my shoulders before standing, holding me up bridal style. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders I leaned into him like I never had another.
Iâd needed him and there he was.
Heâd *saved* me.
The carnage in the living room was testament to his anger. Both men were laid out in the remains of the broken kitchen table, Danny bleeding from a head wound onto the floor. The door had been kicked in and Josh walked through splinters from the flimsy piece of fake wood heâd demolished like he owned the place. My mother sat wordlessly on the couch, her eyes wide in terror as she watched him stalk across the room and out the door.
I wouldnât remember being bundled or being carried into the house or being carefully dressed in his clothes.
All the rest I would remember from that night came as Josh tucked me into bed next to him, his arms wound tightly around me as he whispered comforting words. Turning slightly I let my heart take the lead for once in my life.
Pressing my lips to his softly as I touched his face I said the only thing I could think of.
âThank you.â
Reciprocating my kiss gently he held me tighter still. âSâokay now, Daddyâs got you.â
ââ
Jey POV
My plan may not have been foolproof but it had worked and Rori would never be going back to that awful place. Each time she woke up crying and screaming for me it wrenched my heart and made me murderous at the same. I hoped Iâd done permanent damage and seriously considered going back to make sure the job was done.
While Iâd let her go I hadnât gone far, just pulling off the road about a mile away to mull over my options. Banging on the trailer door within minutes after getting her text her mother had creaked it open and tried to tell me to mind my own business and go away.
So Iâd done the logical thing and kicked the damn thing as hard as I could, flimsy wood exploding everywhere on impact. Even as angry as I was I wouldnât hurt a woman but Roriâs sad excuse for a mother didnât know that. Iâd sent her down to the couch with a relatively soft shove, at least compared to what I did to her man, and fear did the rest.
Paul got a firm right to the jaw before a couple swift kicks to the ribs just to show him how it felt. The other male, whose name I didnât bother to learn, was dealt a couple body blows and some well aimed shots to the face before I threw him head first through their shitty table. The irony of that was the only part of the whole ordeal that made my mouth twitch to remember.
Just because I only pretended to throw hands on television didnât mean I couldnât fuck someone up for real if I decided to.
Aurora stirring in my arms got my attention. At first she burrowed deeper into my side, her cheek pressed into my collarbone. Thankfully it seemed like she was just waking up naturally rather than being scared awake by a nightmare. Ten hours punctuated by several rounds of panic wouldnât be nearly enough to fully recover but maybe I could get her to eat something or shower before sleep claimed her again. Pressing my lips to her forehead I smiled and tried to be reassuring. âHey sleepy head.â
She jumped so hard it was like Iâd electrocuted her and I immediately felt bad for breaking the spell. Tumbling out of the bed Aurora yelped in pain when she hit the dark wood floor. Not what I had been expecting. Kicking the covers off my own legs I knelt down next to her and touched her leg gently. Her hazel eyes were blown wide and she looked a little dazed.
âHey, hey you with me baby?â
Her throat moved as she swallowed and it looked uncomfortable. âI- Jesus Christ.â Burying her face in her hands she began to sob. Hard, heaving cries from deep in her chest. Pulling her into my lap I let her cling to me and cry it out. I could only imagine how she must feel.
I wasnât sure how long we sat there with her fist balled into my shirt and her tears soaking it but my left foot had gone completely numb by the time her sobs quieted into hiccups.
âShe sold me.â I hated hearing her normally lyrical accent so hoarse and broken. Sheâd never cry so hard again, Iâd make sure of it.
âI know baby girl.â I was very gentle with where I rubbed her arms and sides, minding as best I could all the places she was bruised.
âWhy? I was paying her rent, she could have just asked for more money. I could have got another job. I could have worked nights or-or-â
âAurora.â She paused and I cupped her chin, gently making her look at me. âThere was nothing you coulda done. Thatâs greed baby, greed and addiction.â
Her eyes welled with fresh tears and she sniffed. âSheâs gonna be so mad.â
As realization took hold I could see the panic in her swell. âOh no. Oh no, oh no, I donât - I havenât been able to get a room somewhere yet and sheâs not gonna let me come back after that. Not unlessâŚâ Her voice dropped off and she shuddered.
I waited another beat to make sure she was done talking. âYou donât need to worry.â
She swiped a hand across her eyes. âWhat do you mean? Iâm - this is so inappropriate Mr. Fatu.â
Barking a laugh I pulled her in and dropped another kiss on her forehead before moving to each of her cheeks and then the tip of her nose. âSince when do you call me that? And I mean Iâm gonna take care of you from now on but you better start listenin or Iâmma spank that fine ass.â
Not the most âappropriateâ thing to say but it had the desired effect and she let out a little laugh in spite of her self. Aurora sobered quickly though, worrying her lip and looking up at me through those long lashes. âI didnât think you saw me that way.â
I shifted, trying to get some feeling back in my foot. âYeah.â Now it was my turn to feel a little nervous. âWas I wrong thinking you felt that way?â
Maybe I had been wrong taking that little kiss as confirmation.
But I didnât need to worry. Aurora shook her head emphatically. âNo, I do. I have, since like, I started. Itâs just that everything over the last few days barely feels real, ya know?â
That made sense. Trauma, especially something so violent and unexpected could shake your mental state up pretty badly. âMakes sense. But hey, I know what Iâm feeling right this minute.â
She leaned back to look at me. âYeah? Gonna share?â
Having finally regained feeling in my foot, I stood up with her in my arms and she reflexively wrapped her arms around my neck. âHungry. I want breakfast.â
She laughed and hugged me tightly as I carried her to the kitchen.
ââ
Chapter 6
Aurora POV
Most of the day passed in a blur, I was so tired and slept a lot but Josh had made sure I got what I needed, only leaving my side when I took a shower.
I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed until my skin was raw, possessed by an urgent need to purge the feeling of Dannyâs hands on my body. Closing my eyes I tried to let the water ease the ache I could feel so deep it was like it was in my bones and focus on the positive.
Focus on Josh.
My heart fluttered when I thought about how it felt to be safe in his embrace and the feel of his lips. I was so used to everything being temporary or untrustworthy it was hard not to feel anxiety about it too. Well, more so that he would come to his senses and send me back there. I tightened my arms around myself when it was like my whole body rebelled at the notion.
Iâd sleep in a dumpster before I went back there.
That thought sent off a fresh wave of fears and stresses I just couldnât deal with in the moment. I found myself wanting nothing more than to curl up into Joshâs arms and beg for it all to go away. As if he could read my thoughts a gentle knocking on the door interrupted the free fall into disassociation.
âYou okay?â He sounded worried.
I turned off the water, unaware it had progressively gone cold and stepped out, noticing the time on the wall clock. It was eleven, Iâd been in here for almost an hour. My whole body warmed at the thought of his concern, mitigating the chill a little bit. I wasnât used to someone worrying about me.
âYeahâŚI just realized I donât have any clothes though.â I felt young and stupid and vulnerable. Like a child who had forgotten their away bag for a sleepover and was too scared to tell anyone.
âI got you, so long as you donât mind wearing my stuff again. We can take care oâthe rest tomorrow.â
Wrapping myself in a towel I opened the door enough to receive the bundle of clothes he held. A makeshift tank top of his and pair of basketball shorts. It made me smile to myself to think of him chopping up tshirts various ways before his matches. The shorts were a no go, they wouldnât stay up unless I had something to secure them. Iâd have to settle for the shirt and the only ancient pair of panties I had fromâŚthat place. Not home. Iâd never think of it as home again.
I loved being enveloped by his smell though, just wearing this made me feel safer and more relaxed. Another idea flitted through the back of my mind. One that would surely help me forget Danny and his slimy hands.
Instead of continuing to try and figure out how to get the shorts to stay up, I folded them up. Hesitantly I stepped into the hallway to find him waiting, scrolling on his phone.
His coffee colored eyes swept over me from head to toe and I couldnât fight the blush I felt blooming. He straightened and I held out the shorts. âIâm sorry, they wonât stay up.â
Josh didnât speak right away but licked his lips and blinked before looking from my exposed thighs to the floor as he took the garment back and tossed them unceremoniously. When he did talk it was low and soft. âSâokay. You don need to apologize all the time anymore baby.â
My brain was scrambled but hormones were a hell of a thing. I just wanted a little piece of good amid the crazy. Fuck it, what do I have to lose by teasing him a little? âOr what? You gonna spank me for that too?â
His head snapped up with a surprised expression that shifted quickly into a predatory smirk and my breath caught in my throat. When he stepped into my space, crowding me back against the doorframe I wasnât even aware of the pain from the bruises but focused solely on him instead. Leaning down so our noses touched he never broke eye contact when he answered in a heated whisper.
âBaby girl, Daddyâs gonna spank you for all sorts of things and you gonna beg for more.â Bringing a hand up he cupped my chin and slid a thumb over my bottom lip, dipping into my mouth just a little. âAnd more. Once youâre feelin better youâll be screaming for mercy all night, every night.â
I was pretty sure I was going to faint. Fear and need crashed through me together with an overwhelming intensity, the throb between my legs for him roared to life with a vengeance. All I could muster was a whimper and he chuckled softly.
âGotta be careful what games you play baby, I always win.â
Now that sparked something defiant in me. An aroused defiance, but defiance all the same. I wanted to show him I could play too, this felt good and it worked towards my plan of making me forget all about yesterday.
I pressed my body into his, my nipples becoming hard and sensitive with the friction from pressing into his chest. My arms encircled his neck and his eyes widened in surprise. A hard lump rose against my belly as I tried to get my hips closer to him somehow, seeking relief for my aching pussy. Josh seemed a little uncertain but his arms came around my middle, melding us together nicely.
I didnât know the right way to ask for what I wanted so Iâd just have to go for it. âI want you.â
Simple and to the point.
He groaned, deep in his chest and started peppering kisses down my jaw and neck before retracing the path with a languid stroke of his tongue. My head spun and my hands clutched at his shoulders. I whimpered when his teeth grazed my neck, it felt so good it chased away the doubts and fears, replacing them with blind want and need. In this moment Iâd do anything to be closer still.
Josh pressed a knee between my legs, making my head fall back with a gasp. Memories of my fantasy about riding his thigh caused a fresh rush of heat to my core and I ground against him with a helpless abandon. One of his big hands tunneled into my hair and then his lips were crushing mine, tongue thrusting between my teeth to explore and coax my own into action.
The hand not controlling my head began to slide up my thigh, I could feel his strength as he massaged his way up to my hip. Once there, he dug in hard.
Directly into a bruise.
I cried out against his mouth as my body went rigid in an unexpected flash of pain. He let go instantly with a curse but wrapped his arms around me to comfort me. Gritting my teeth against the hurt I pressed my face into his shirt and gave a frustrated whine. I felt him take a deep breath before he spoke.
âIâm sorry baby.â
Wrapping my own arms around him I gave his middle a squeeze, my voice mumbled against his chest. âNot your fault.â
He sighed and pulled back, looking down at me with a soft smile he ran a hand over my hair in a comforting gesture. âNeeded to slow down anyway. You ainât in the right place right now.â
Disappointment and insecurity flared to life within me. âI want to make my own choice.â
âI know baby girl but I donât want you to hate me tomorrow. *I* donât want to hate me tomorrow. And I will if I take advantage of you right now.â
Irrational tears burned my nose. Fear and shame made me think he didnât actually want me and I tried to push away. âIâm sorry.â
âWhere you goin?â He didnât let me go and I fussed against him.
âI donât know.â I sniffed, feeling confused and ridiculous. Some part of my brain tried to reason with me but the negative parts were louder. âBeing close to you like this makes me feel some type of way. Lemme go.â
He laughed, deep a low and sexy and I hated him a little for how I was feeling. âNow hold on. We can still do somethin about that.â
I stopped wiggling and the half hearted pushing, my attention coming back to the warmth I could feel everywhere we touched. Jeez, trauma really does fuck with your ability to regulate.
âWhat do you mean?â
Stepping back he ran his hand along my arm until our fingers were interlocked and gave me a soft tug. âI just had to get myself together so I donât cross that big line too early. But I said Iâd take care of you and I meant it, now câmon.â
Iâd follow him anywhere right now even if I didnât have a full picture of what he had in mind. Letting him lead me felt right and my fears he didnât actually want me were soothed somewhat.
Once in his bedroom he let me go to strip down to his boxers. Shyly I averted my eyes and he snorted. âBetter get used to this.â
He pulled me with him as he climbed into the bed, maneuvering until we were facing each other on our knees. âI want you to show me what you like.â
I blinked, suddenly feeling very silly and uncertain. âUh, what do you mean?â
Joshâs smile was sexy, his beard felt good against my skin as he kissed the corner of my mouth. âGirl, you are somethin else. Show your Daddy how you like to be touched, show him what gets you off.â
Oh Iâd understood him the first time but I wasnât sure how I felt about showing him. âI-uhâI donât know, it-I feel stupid.â
âThere ainât nothing stupid âbouta woman feeling pleasure Rori. Now, show me or thereâll be consequences.â
That bratty desire to be defiant rose in me again, wanted to test him and see what he meant by consequences. Maybe Iâd explore that feeling another time, when I wasnât so nervous. He seemed determined and I was too turned on to argue. At least Iâd get a little relief from the ache between my legs. With a defeated sigh I caved. âOkay.â
Josh looked bemused but satisfied he was getting his way. Avoiding eye contact I grabbed a pillow and closed my eyes as I situated it between my knees, trying to find the right spot to put the most pressure. It was never easy and being watched made it so much worse.
âRori?â
I froze, shame exploding in my gut. âY-yeah?â
âHave you ever had sex?â His voice was gentle.
I shook my head no. He nodded.
âBeen touched by someone else?â
Again I shook my head no and again he nodded.
âHell have *you* ever touched yourself?â
Biting my lip I shook my head for a third time. âWell, Iâve tried a couple times but I just get frustrated and stop. This makes me -â I shook my hands nervously, not wanting to say the words -âya know, makes me feel good. Itâs short but it helps.â
Running a hand over his face Josh took a few deep breaths and gripped his growing erection through the plaid fabric he wore. It was hard not to look down but his obvious size made me nervous.
âWhaddya think about when you do it?â
I shifted, seeking some relief. May as well tell him, I was getting frustrated, my nipples tingling and my pussy aching. I was so turned on I was fighting shivers. âLast time I thought about rubbing myself on your thigh instead of the pillow. You held me and helped me move.â
Josh groaned and bit the knuckle on his middle finger before speaking, his voice raw. âYouâre makin the whole waiting a couple days part real hard right now baby.â
My own frustration was peaking, he was torturing me and I think he knew it. I sounded petulant but I didnât care. âYou asked!â
Ever so gently he encircled my neck with a hand, exerting a tiny bit of pressure. I felt my bones melt.
âMind that attitude baby.â He smirked, watching my reaction with the same expression of a cat whoâd caught a canary. âIâm decidin how Iâm gonna get you off the first time.â
Before I could respond he was moving, shifting so he was situated behind me and slightly to my right, his chest pressed to my back. One of his calloused hands glided up underneath his shirt to cup my breast, rolling the hard pebble there between his thumb and forefinger. He nipped at my neck, alternating his pressure and soothing the spots where he bit me harder with his tongue.
I thought I might cum just from him playing with my breasts, I could feel every roll and pinch in my pussy. âOh, oh, feels so good!â
I felt him smile against my neck. âJust wait baby, Daddyâs gonna blow your mind.â
Tauntingly the fingers of his other hand ran across the top of my panties, back and forth a few times before finally dipping below the elastic. I bucked against him involuntarily with a gasp when his finger brushed the top of my soaked slit for the first time. âJosh!â
He flat out growled, his fingers becoming more insistent in their exploration, dipping into my wetness. âJesus fucking Christ, your bodyâs just beggin to be fucked huh baby? You want Daddy to fuck you?â
If it werenât mad with need Iâd have been ashamed of the noise I made, somewhere between a keen and a wail. When his fingers started circling my swollen clit, swiping over the sensitive bud with just the right amount of pressure I thought I was going to break apart. âYes! Yes Daddy please!â
Letting go of my breast he used that hand to guide one of mine into his boxers to circle around his cock. I moaned, even if I couldnât see him just feeling the thick, veiny staff in my hand was enthralling and so, so hot. Guiding my hand with his own he began making long strokes as he slid his other middle finger inside me. My walls clamped down around the digit, it was slightly uncomfortable but the added sensation of the heel of his hand pressed into my clit over road it with pleasure.
Pressing his lips to my ear he smirked even as he began to pant, his own pleasure building. âRide my hand baby, ride it til you cum for me.â
It didnât take a genius to know what he meant by ârideâ. Doing what I would have if it were just the pillow I rolled my hips and lights exploded behind my eyes. âOh my god!â
My whole body shuddered and I felt my control slip away, completely lost to the insane pleasure grinding into his hand brought me. Iâd never managed a fraction of how good this felt on my own. Waves began to build within me and suddenly all those romance novels made sense.
âThatâs it baby, give it all to me.â His hand sped up and so did I, feeling an explosion building within me.
âI-Josh, oh-I think Iâm gonna cum!â
âHmm, go for it baby girl, lemme see your face while you cum for me.â
I let my head drop back against his shoulder and opened my eyes to watch his face. The pressure in me erupted, sending shock after shock of intense pleasure through me. It felt like my whole body from head to toe was racked with the overwhelming sensation of my orgasm as my walls clamped around his finger over and over again. Relaxation like Iâd never felt before washed through me amid the aftershocks and I slumped against him.
Wetness coated my fingers now as he continued to use my hand to jack off. Joshâs own noises were becoming more erratic as his release drew near. I leaned up to kiss him, deciding Iâd try talking to him like he did me.
âCum for me Daddy, I wanna make you feel good too.â
Removing his finger from me he brought it to his mouth and sucked my essence off, his eyes drifting closed as he moaned low and deep and long. After another few strokes his whole body stiffened, his dick pulsing in my hand with his release. I loved the look on his face as he orgasmed, it was so hot I felt a fresh spark of want.
âShit baby, that was good.â Slowly, reluctantly he got up and padded over to the bathroom. He was completely naked when he came back with a hand towel. âHere sexy, clean up and Iâm gonna get some clean boxers.â
Removing my underwear I did as he said, tossing the soaked garment and towel into the hamper as he crawled back into bed with me. Settling into his arms, my ear pressed to his heartbeat, I sighed contentedly, sleep already blurring my vision. âThank you, this still hardly feels real.â
âYou ainât never gonna have to worry again baby. Now get some sleep.â
The last thing I remembered was him pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
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Jey POV
The first thing I became aware of the next morning were the long strands of sweet smelling auburn hair tickling my nose. The second thing I became aware of was her naked bottom pressed firmly against my morning wood, making me grateful I wore boxers to sleep. In a few weeks Iâd be able to just roll her over on my stomach and slide into her soft heat, waking her up by fucking her.
Carefully so as not to wake her I shifted out of bed. She gave a slight whimper before burying her face in my pillow and settling back into sleep. Good. She needed it.
I played last night back over in my head as I filled a bottle of water, wrote a quick note that said âgym or kitchenâ to leave on the bedside table to she wouldnât panic about waking up alone and moved on into my morning workout. It felt good to move the weights around and lose myself to the focus it brought. A lot had changed in a short amount of time and it felt good to do something normal and consistent.
It had taken every shred of control I had not to push all the way and just take what I wanted. Iâd been lost for a minute when sheâd pressed that sweet, curvy little body against me, the want clouding her hazel eyes and her hips grinding deliciously against my leg. I donât think I would have held back if she hadnât cried out in pain and she deserved better for her first time than being rutted into against a doorframe. Not to mention I wanted her healthy and clear headed, not bruised and freshly traumatized.
Remembering the way her body had clutched my finger like a fucking fist caused a rush of blood to my cock. It turned a dark part of me on to know I would be the only man to ever have her. Normally I didnât mess with younger women or virgins, I could be a hothead and made some stupid choices here and there but I really wasnât interested in breaking some innocent girls heart. Sex was great, tears not so much.
A ding from my phone brought me back to the present and I dropped down from the pull up handles. A message from Jonathan along several others from Sami and Joe and Phil. Only one of them had my son and I didnât have the wherewithal to chat about much else right now. At least not without spilling the whole ordeal.
â**whenâs good? we can bring dinner w/ little man**
I wondered if heâd drop off food and Jason on the porch and drive away. I doubted it but I also felt a twinge of anxiety at the thought of explaining the situation to anyone, let alone my twin. And Trinity.
The longer I waited the worse it would be though.
Taking a deep breath I responded.
**yeah thanks. 7?**
While I waited for him to respond I hopped on the delivery app and ordered a few pairs of underwear and simple blue tank top dress in Medium. I wasnât an expert on womenâs sizes but I figured that was safe. Iâd let Rori go shopping for herself when she felt up for it. The thought of spoiling her, of dressing her in nice clothes and other nice things made me grin. Iâd never mentioned it but Iâd noticed she wore the same few ancient articles all the time.
**bet, c u later**
Wrapping up my workout I moved to the kitchen to make breakfast and debated waking her up. I didnât have to wonder what to do long when she appeared in the room, making me jump and swear which was followed by her giggling.
âGonna get you a damn bell.â I went to her and pulled her close as a blush stole across her cheeks. âHowâd you sleep baby?â
âNot bad. Was pretty tired after last night.â Her fingers were drawing shapes on my chest, causing a tingling feeling to spread into my lower body.
I laughed and stroked her hair. âDid you like that?â
Aurora nodded shyly and ducked her head to avoid eye contact.
Dropping my head to kiss the shell of her ear I smiled when I felt her shiver. âYou want Daddy to touch you some more baby?â
Embarrassed she pressed her face into my chest and nodded again.
âNah girl, you gotta look at me when you ask me to make you cum.â
Biting her lip she looked up at me through those lashes, the same look that had me thinking about her on her knees, and whispered.
âPlease?â
Hauling her over my shoulder made her shriek but the laughter it dissolved into told me she wasnât upset. Breakfast forgotten I headed for the bathroom, an entirely different meal now on my mind. Swatting her ass lightly made her squirm and whimper deliciously. I couldnât wait to hear the noises sheâd make with my tongue buried in her while orgasm after orgasm tore through her.
âWhatâre you doing?â
âYouâll see baby.â I liked the sound of her laugh so I tickled her bare thighs making her wiggle even more. She gasped then froze when we got to the master bath and I sat her on the cool marble counter.
âUh, Josh?â Aurora sounded uncertain.
âHmm? You gonna get nervous now?â I cranked in the water and turned to her.
She crossed her arms over her chest defensively. âNoâŚâ
I smiled and held the sides of her face, guiding her in for a deep kiss. Coaxing her with my tongue I felt her relax and return the kiss, gently pressing back against my invasion as she slid her hands up my chest to my shoulders. Waiting was going to be so hard. Breaking away I grinned down at her.
âWe don have to do anythin you ainât ready for. All you ever gotta do is say âstop itâ and I promise I will.â
Aurora sighed and I could feel the relief roll over her shoulders. âThank you. I want you so much I canât think one minute and then the next Iâm really nervous and then Iâm sad.â
It made sense, she had been through so much. âWell where you at right now?â
Glancing at the shower before looking back at me she answered in a shy whisper. âCanât think.â
I ran my hands up her thighs until my thumbs rested against her lips there, hovering just outside her slit. She trembled and whined. âYou wet for me?â
She nodded and I took my hands away to pull the shirt off, leaving her completely exposed before stripping down myself. I liked the little gasp she gave before averting her eyes again. Mindful of our states I wrapped her legs around my waist and carried her to the shower. The hot water was incredible but didnât come close to the feeling of her nakedness pressed against me. All I would have to do is pin her to the wall and thrust.
I set her down under the spray but pressed her to the cold wall with a kiss, trailing down her neck to her shoulder. Her hands slid up and down my wet biceps, squeezing and clawing. Closing my mouth around one of her brown nipples she cried out when I sucked, rolling my tongue over the sensitive bud.
âJosh! Oh!â Girl had some sensitive nipples. Good, I couldnât wait to torture them and try to make her cum that way. But another time, right now I had something else planned.
Careful to as not to slip on the slick floor I got to my knees in front of her while kissing my way down her belly. I loved the way her whole body twitched when I gently bit her inner thighs.
âPut your legs on my shoulders baby.â I kissed her lower belly one more time before lifting her bottom. She did as instructed but she looked off balance as her hands fought for purchase on the stone wall. âAnd your hands in my hair.â
âWhatâre you gonna-oh god!â Auroraâs hands tunneled into my hair as I slid my tongue along her wet seam. She tasted so good it made me moan and I continued lapping at her.
Nails dug into my scalp as I picked up the pace, alternating between circling her clit and plunging deep into her pussy, thighs quivered and tightened around my ears and her heels dug into my back. She moaned and cried out, my name tumbling off her lips over and over again. But I wanted something else.
Carefully I shifted most of her weight to my shoulders in order to free up a hand. She whined when I pulled back a bit but kept teasing her opening with a finger. âWanna hear you call me Daddy baby girl. I want you to beg Daddy to let you cum.â
When our eyes met I was rewarded with a gorgeous sight, her lips parted ever so slightly as she breathed, eyes half lidded and cheeks bright. She was completely mine to do with whatever I wanted in that moment and the power of her trust was better than any drink.
âP-please Daddy, please let me cum for you.â Her lack of control was evident in the tremble of her voice. I wouldnât make her suffer too long. We could play those games another time.
Pressing my face back to her pussy I slid my middle finger into her slowly while sucking on that delicate bundle of nerves. Her head fell back and she arched into me with a wail as her walls spasmed around my finger. I kept going, kept feasting at her through the waves of her first orgasm and into the next as she began to twist and buck, now crying out for mercy.
âToo much! Too much! JOSH!â As her second release peaked her voice cracked with a scream Iâd never forget. I slowed down but kept licking until she began tapping out on my arm and pleading with me to stop.
As promised I let her go and she melted into my arms, we sat that way for a few moments while she caught her breath. After a few minutes I nudged her chin so sheâd look up at me. âYou good?â
âI didnât know my body could do that twice in a row.â The shock in her voice was a nice stroke to my ego. I prided myself on being a giving partner, I loved a womanâs face lost in pleasure.
âThatâs just a taste too baby girl. I bet we can get more than that outta ya.â
Her grin took on a mischievous quirk. âWhat about you? Can I do that?â Inquisitive fingers encircled my cock and I grunted. Righting myself I put a hand on her shoulder indicating she stay down on her knees.
And there it was, that look where she bit her lip and looked up at me, only this time droplets of water caught in her long lashes giving her an unearthly beauty. Copying my earlier motions she ran her hands up my thighs before finally touching me again, carefully stroking my length. Gently grabbing a fistful of her hair I guided her until the tip was pressed to her lips.
âBreathe through your nose and take your time. So long as you donât bite me Iâll prolly like whatever you do.â
I knew exactly what I liked in a blow job but this wasnât the time for that kind of roughness. Instead I wanted to let her explore and take it at her own pace for now, until she was more comfortable. Then Iâd worry about getting all the way down her throat.
It was impossible to contain my hiss when her tongue flicked out over the tip, she gave a few more licks before taking the tip fully into her mouth for few sucks. The sight of her like this was so hot, I never wanted to forget. Carefully, she inched a little farther, taking an another inch or so. She still had a long way to go and it was hard fighting the urge to thrust forward.
âGimme your hand baby.â
She did as instructed without stopping the back and forth motion sheâd started on those first few inches. Taking her fist I wrapped it around the base and showed her how to move her hand in time with her mouth. Wet and sloppy with her saliva her hand glided up and down smoothly, pretty soon I was the one twitching with my head thrown back.
Taking a little more Aurora moaned around me before taking so much she finally gagged. Knowing it was getting her turned on too and that she wanted more was just about enough to send me over. I stopped her by pulling her head back. âLemme cum on that pretty face baby.â
She nodded and using her hand it only took a few more seconds of stroking before I painted her face and hair and chest with a deeply satisfied groan. Watching her pink tongue swipe my essence off her lips was almost enough to get me hard again even so soon.
âDid I do okay?â I loved the shy but hopeful expression as I pulled her to her feet to rinse us both off.
âNah baby, you did great.â I kissed the top of her head, turning off the water and stepping out, pulling her along.
My phone buzzed letting me know her clothes were here. Good, I needed to tell her about Jon and Trinity coming for dinner anyway.
Aurora smiled at me and went about drying off, sneaking looks over as we exited the room.
âI ordered you some clothes and theyâre here, Iâmma get dressed and go grab em. Need to talk over some food so meet me in the kitchen?â
With a nod she danced off to the kitchen in her towel and I smiled after her. Now I just had to get over the hurdle of explaining this to my brother and his wife without sounding like a total head case.
Chapter 7
Aurora POV
âJoshâŚâ
âWe don *have* to say anything specific. These things, itâs just gonna be hard to keep it from Jon anyway. Canât ever hide shit from each other.â
I nodded but it didnât make me feel any better. It was easy to accept that he had strong bonds to his family, I just didnât know how that felt. Everything still felt new and raw, I wasnât even a whole 72 hours into this relationship before heâs talking about letting people know. It felt rushed and I couldnât tell if I would feel that way normally or just because of the situation.
âOkay.â His eyes narrowed, my tone must not have been very convincing.
âBullshit. You better learn tâspeak up for yourself âround here.â
Crossing my arms I tried to force the words out of my throat. It wasnât easy, Iâd never been asked directly how I felt about things. Not unless I was going to be punished for those feelings.
âPromise you wonât be angry?â
Understanding dawned in his eyes and his whole face softened. Gently he tucked a loose strand of my crazy hair behind an ear. âPromise.â
âIt feels rushed. This-us-I donât even know what we are. I donât know whatâs safe to assume or not. Iâm nervous. What if they donât like me? Or thin-mmph!â
Josh cut me off by pressing his lips to mine with a grin. His hands ran gently over my arms and back up to stop at my shoulders with a comforting pressure. âRelax baby girl. You and Trinity are gonna make a great team and Jonâs gon love you just because. Itâs me theyâre gonna be mad at.â
That didnât make sense. Why would they be mad at him when heâd saved me? âWhy?â
With a groan he swiped a hand over his face. âCuz anyone with sense would assume Iâm completely takin advantage of you. Hell I am. Never shoulda touched you.â
Tears built in my eyes as fear rippled through me again when his face became clouded with guilt. What if he decided he didnât really want me or this was all too wrong? I didnât want that. My heart hurt at the thought of not feeling him close anymore.
âBut-but-â
âShhh, baby.â His calloused hands cupped my face and his thumbs ran along my jaw. âDoesnât mean I plan tâstop.â
My emotions were a roller coaster and I really didnât appreciate him sending me for another loop. I reared back and punched him in the shoulder, not hard enough apparently, but he was right again about winning games. He acted as if Iâd dislocated it, making a dramatic noise and falling to his knees in front of me, effective in making me laugh as heâd planned.
When he started running his hands up and down my thighs while kissing my stomach through the soft cotton dress heâd presented me earlier my laughter dissolved into soft sighs. I gripped the counter and tried to grit my teeth in an effort to hold onto my frustration.
âNot fair.â
He was pushing the knee length hem up past my waist with one hand while the other ran two fingers over my clothed slit. Even through the underwear the sensation made me twitch, my hips seeking more. As much as my body wanted it I needed to think, to get ready. I pushed him away
âStop it.â
The twist of his lips was contrite but he stood and guided me to the table. âHere, sit and Iâll make us somethin to eat.â
âWhat do we tell them?â Fidgeting I realized for the first time since texting Josh I didnât have my phone. âDammit.â
âHmm?â He raised an eyebrow at me.
âMy phone. Oh man, my laptop. How am I gonna get schoolwork done?â All the overwhelming feelings that felt like they were hovering just behind a dam threatened to spill over. Panic tightened my chest and made my head swim, I dropped it into my hands, grinding the heels of my palms into my eyes. Josh was by my side right away, murmuring soft, comforting words in my ear while he petted my hair.
âHey, hey, you gotta breathe Aurora. Weâre gonna take care of all that, I was just waiting for you to feel better before I brought it up. Get you a new phone, new computer, new clothes, all of it, whatever you need.â
Instead of stopping my tears his words broke the dam and I started crying again, this time in a weird mix of sadness, stress, gratitude and love. It was hard to believe he cared so much but I had no choice but to trust him. Not something I was inherently unhappy about but also not something I was used to. Everyone in my life had let me down so far. Would Josh really be different?
âLet it out baby.â He cradled me against his shoulder and let me sob. Faster than before I felt the immense waves of emotions subsiding and my cries faded only for my stomach to growl loudly.
Josh laughed, rubbing my neck and kissing my forehead as he stood and went about fixing sandwiches.
âThanks.â
âYou donât have to thank me but youâre welcome. As for your first question, weâre gonna tell âem the truth. I donât like lying to Jon an thereâs no point. Now, what we tell everyone else may be different. But donât worry bout that tonight.â
I was struggling with the thought of talking to his closest relative, I couldnât conceive the thought of more people right now. Taking a bite of my meal I nodded, using the time I needed to chew to think over what I wanted to say.
âI donât really understand your need to tell him but I can be okay with it. But can we keep it at them for now please?â
âCourse baby.â
âI really miss Jason, canât wait to hug him.â The little boys love would be a much needed balm right now.
âMe too.â
It felt good to be listened to even if I didnât understand how I was feeling. I just have zoned out because Josh laid a hand over one of my and called my name quietly.
âYou with me Rori?â
âYeah.â
âDo you really wanna be together? We donât-â he paused and worked his jaw for a second â-donât have to be together ya know. Iâll make sure youâre okay and Iâm gonna keep paying you for taking care of Jason. If you know, you wanna leave at some point.â He was squeezing my hand now, almost to the point of pain.
I loved his touch. Raising my gaze from where our hands rested on the table to his dark eyes I swallowed and tried to make sure whatever I said next captured what I wanted to say. âYeah, duhâ didnât seem right.
âYou asked me earlier and my answer is the same. No body else Iâve met has made me feel like this.â I paused and tilted my head in thought. âI like our lives together so far. I donât wanna go anywhere. Just scared. Like itâs too good to be true.â
He nodded. âYou been through a lot, hell I donât hardly know what all, but we can make something outta this, something real good. Just gotta do the work.â
âNo you sound like the school counselor.â I felt my lips quirk into a grin when he made a face.
âUgh donât remind me how young you are. And I sound like that cuz I went to therapy. Youâre gonna go too.â Now that surprised me.
âYou go to therapy?â
âYeah. Ever since little man was born. Canât be mad all the time with a kid around, ya know?â He tilted his head and smiled with a shrug.
âYeah. I donât even know my dadâs name.â I laughed when he winced. âItâs okay. Iâve have a long time to make peace with it.â
âStill. I know itâll take some time but I want you to trust Iâm not gonna go anywhere or hurt you or throw you out.â I donât know how he read my mind so well but I appreciated hearing it all.
âNow câmere.â Pulling me into his lap Josh buried his face in my neck, nipping and kissing and licking softly while he massaged my thigh. Smacking his shoulder I shrieked a laugh.
âYouâre the worst!â
âOh you have no idea.â And with that he slid a hand up my dress again, pressing that most sensitive spot while his lips worked their way to my ear. âDonât want you thinkin of sad stuff. Want you all hot and bothered and moaning.â
He got his wish as he worked me with his hand until I was clutching his shoulders and making a mess in his lap. Laying against his chest as the aftershocks receded I closed my eyes and let the remaining exhaustion steal me under again. My last coherent thoughts were on his voice murming to me softly.
âI got you baby, Daddyâs gonna keep you safe, I promise. Youâre home with me now.â I thought I dreamed the last part but I would have sworn he said, âI love you.â
â-
Jey POV
Carrying the small woman in my arms was becoming a habit I didnât want to get rid of. I loved how she melded into me as if she was fucking custom fitted. Loved how easily she let me maneuver her and the warmth of her curves. Loved her laugh and her accent and the way she moved.
I loved Aurora Begay.
Goddamit.
It wasnât easy to come to terms with the fact that I was, indeed, taking advantage of her situation. It was impossible not to be touching her all the time, like I needed to make sure she was really here, really okay and really wanted me back. I wanted her to forget the bad sheâd been through but was also painfully aware that isnât how it works.
Settling her sleeping form on the sofa I went to work on the house. There wasnât much to do without little man leaving a trail of crumbs and toys behind him. Something a dog would be good for helping clean up. An idea occurred to me. Maybe Aurora would like a companion? Jason would lose it for a dog.
I decided we were going to the local shelter if thatâs what Rori ended up wanting. Running the easy mop over the floor I looked over at her on the couch. Iâd do just about whatever she wanted to make her happy, something I had a feeling fancy things wouldnât accomplish but another being to love and be loved by would.
Jason. I was thankful they already got on so well and that he was so young. At three there wouldnât be much of a difference in his perception of the situation. If anything, having âhis Roriâ around more often and closer would be a good thing in his mind. Once I was satisfied with the state of the downstairs I settled in next to her and checked the time. Almost 7, my brother would be rolling up any minute.
Reaching over I nudged her shoulder. âHey baby, wake up.â
âHmm?â She stretched and looked disoriented upon opening her eyes at first but smiled when they landed on me. Again I tugged her close to me, enjoying the smell of her hair and the way she giggled when my beard tickled her neck.
âThey gon be here soon. You feel ready? Need to do anything?â
No sooner than she shook her heard no the doorbell rang. I could see the anxiety flicker in the way her brows drew together and her lips tightened. Kissing her forehead I went to let them in.
âItâll be okay, I promise.â
My brother and his family tumbled in like usual, talking and laughing about something or other while handing a waving Jason over to me for a hug. Trinity noticed Aurora standing in the living room first and turned to me with a confused expression. She nudged Jonathan and he did the same, before Jason finally noticed her from my arms. His scream of joy was piercing.
âMY RORI HERE!â
Rushing to him with a huge smile I was happy to see she wasnât shy about showing her love for him. Her whole face was heart stopping as she swept him away from me and his chubby arms locked her neck in a vice.
âSure am little dude!â
âLetâs move this to the dining room.â Neither Jon nor Trinity were satisfied but did what I asked. âAurora? Can you start setting up while I get drinks baby?â
I made sure to add that to the end and avoided meeting their gazes. Theyâd have it explained soon enough.
Of course my twin followed me through the swinging door into the kitchen, putting a hand against the refrigerator door so I couldnât open it before he finally spoke. âExcuse me.â
I sighed. âYeah?â
âThe fuck you calling Jasonâs nanny âbabyâ for? Why is she here Joshua?â
I knew heâd be mad but using my whole first name let me know we were starting off at a solid 7.5 on the Richter scale.
âIâll explain everything after dinner and the kids are occupied k?â
He pushed away with a huff, his anger palpable but helped me gather beers and cups of water. When we got back to the dining room Aurora and Trinity had all three kids settled in their seats as they portioned out food, making small talk about the kids. I was relieved they seemed to have slipped into conversation on their own. Dinner was nice but quick as they caught Aurora and I up in what everyone had done that weekend. It was obvious they were rushing and I couldnât blame them, I may or may not have dropped the âbabyâ just to aggravate the situation but also to give them a heads up in a weird way.
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Red vs Blue: Reformation
After Epsilon fragments himself inside of his mind, Tucker is left to pick up the pieces.
An alternate take on Tuckerâs story in Season 19: Restoration.
Masterpost
Available to read on Ao3
CHAPTER 1 - Recognition
They mightâve finally found what theyâve been looking for. But thereâs one thing to take care of, first.
__________________________
We open on a shot of a military base at night. Two guards stand in front of an exit.
Guard 1: Hey.
Guard 2: Yeah?
Guard 1: You ever wonder⌠if weâre in a simulation?
Guard 2: Simulation?
Guard 1: Yeah, yknow, like, none of this is real. Weâre just the product of some guy simulating a bunch of random outcomes to try to find out what happens next?
Guard 2: ⌠No. That sounds made up.
Guard 1: Itâs not made up! Itâs a real theory!
A cloaked figure enters through the door between them. Guard 1 raises his gun.
Guard 1: Whoa. Did you see that?
Guard 2: See what? Your simulation?
Guard 1: No! I donât know! Looked like something⌠invisible.
Guard 2: Invisible? How does something look invisible?
Guard 1: Well, it looks like something thatâs not there.
Guard 2: How am I supposed to see something thatâs not there?
Guard 1: It is there, it just looks likeâ
A second cloaked figure enters the base.
Guard 1: There! There it is again! Did you see it?
Guard 2: Did I see the invisible thing that isnât there?
Guard 1: Yes!
Guard 2: No. No I didnât.
Guard 1: Dammit.
Guard 2: Maybe it was a glitch in the simulation.
Guard 1: Oh, fuck you.
Cut to the inside of the base. We see a series of shots. A pair of cloaked boots run along a hallway, followed closely by another. A guard collapses out of nowhere. A silenced pistol is shot.
Cut to the inside of a room. The door opens. No one enters. The door closes. An armored soldier uncloaks.
Itâs Locus.
Locus: Is this the correct room?
Another soldier uncloaks and walks past him. Heâs wearing The Metaâs armor in black. As he speaks, it fades into an aqua.
Itâs Tucker.
Tucker: It should be.
He walks up to a large terminal and plugs in a device.
Tucker: Letâs find out. Guys?
Multiple colors of lights flash around him. Green, cyan, purple, pink, yellow, turquoise. Orange.
Tucker loses his balance after the last flash. But only for a second. He shakes his head and turns to look at Locus.
Tucker: Security here sucked, huh?
Locus is standing in between Tucker and the door, not leaving his back open to either of them.
Locus: Iâve learned itâs not something to complain about.
Tucker: Iâm not complaining. Just saying, if what we think is here, is here? Well, it deserves a hell of a lot more security than that.
Locus: âŚWhat do you think is here?
Tucker: Huh?
A flash of cyan light.
Tucker: Oh, itâs some old files from Freelancer. Nothing too important, but, shitâs super classified. Be fucked if just anyone found it.
Locus makes a noise of acknowledgement. Is he agreeing? Disagreeing? Gassy? Who knows.
Tucker leans against the terminal, all casual like.
Tucker: So, howâve you been?
Locus: âŚâŚâŚ. FineâŚâŚ..
Tucker laughs.
Tucker: Damn dude, slow down. Even the AI couldnât process that much information.
Locus sighs.
Locus: I have been. Fine. Nothing interesting has happened since we last spoke.
Tucker: All right.
They take a beat.
Locus: âŚâŚâŚ. HowâŚâŚ are. you???
Tucker: Wow. That seemed physically painful.
Locus: I⌠am not used to being the one leading the conversation.
Tucker: Right.
They take another beat.
Tucker: Yâknow, I was kinda surprised you were willing to work with a partner again so soon after. Well, yâknow. Didnât think youâd trust so easily.
Locus: I⌠was more surprised you were willing to trust me.
Tucker, quietly: Yeah, surprised me tooâŚ
He stares at the terminal. Some colors flash around him. Pink, cyan, purple, yellow. Orange.
Tucker: Weâve also been doing fine. Same old, same old. Chasing down leads, cleaning up Freelancerâs messes, blowing up Charonâs shit.
Locus: Being a thorn in the UNSCâs side?
Tucker points at him.
Tucker: You know it! Saving the galaxy. One step at aâ
Sigma appears at Tuckerâs side. Not as a flash of light, but in his full naked, on fire, hologram-y glory.
Sigma: This is it.
Tucker stands up straight, giving Sigma his full attention.
Tucker: Wait, seriously? Finally? Itâs really actually him?
Locus: What is âitâ?
Tucker: I told you, itâs just old files from Freelancer.
Locus: You said âhim.â
A flash of cyan.
Tucker: Did I? Mustâve misspoke.
Sigma: Lavernius. Itâs time.
Tucker: Right.
Tucker takes the device out of the terminal. The colors flash all around him again.
Locus: Time for what? I⌠have been patient. But I do not appreciate being kept in the dark. I know you have bigger plansâ
Tucker: Dude, relax. Itâs not like we were gonna tell you everything before we knew we could trust you. You? Câmon, be realistic. But,
Tucker lets out an over dramatic sigh.
Tucker: Fine. Iâll explain everything when we get out of here, okay? Justâ oh, shit, watch the door.
Locus turns to face the door.
Tucker: Like I was saying,
Tucker pulls out a gun.
Tucker: We were pretty surprised you were trusting enough to work with a partner so soon.
Tucker shoots Locus in the back.
Tucker: Probably shouldnât have been.
Locus: Youâ
Tucker starts walking. He reaches down to grab something off Locus as he passes.
Locus: Youâ whyâ I, I canât moveâ
Tucker: Yeah, donât worry. Delta says youâll get use of your legs back in 6 months. Right D?
A flash of green.
Delta: 6-12.
Tucker: 6-12. Cool how they can calculate that, huh?
Locus: Why⌠why are you doing this?
Tucker: Itâs nothing personal, man. Just taking out one of the few people in the universe who might be able to stop us.
Tucker stops walking next to a wall.
Tucker: WellâŚ
He reaches his hand towards an alarm.
Tucker: Maybe a little personal.
He flips it. Lights start flashing, sirens start blaring.
Tucker: I hear the UNSC treats genocidal maniacs well.
Tucker moves to the door.
Locus: You⌠I should have trusted my instincts. You are just like him.
Tucker stops. Purple, yellow, cyan. Orange. He laughs.
Tucker: Youâre joking, right? You two were mass murderers. Iâm trying to clean up the mess that you made. I am protecting people. Look at how easily you were manipulated again! Trust me. The galaxy is safer with you put away. Itâs safer with us.
The door flings open as Tucker turns invisible. Locus tries to tell the oncoming guards about Tuckerâs presence to no avail. We see a Tuckerâs cloaked figure maneuver past the guards, into an empty area of the base.
He uncloaks.
Tucker: All right guys. Calculate how fucking badass that exit was.
All the AIs holograms pop up around him. Their lines slightly overlap each other.
Delta: Given your standard metrics, I would calculate that was⌠75% âbadass.â
Gamma: Too cheesy.
Theta: It was so cool!
Gamma: Overly sentimental.
Omega: We should have killed him.
Sigma: You should not have taken his bait.
None of the othersâ lines overlap with Sigmaâs.
Sigma: You cut the door opening too close. It was an unnecessary risk. Donât do it again.
Tucker: Oh, please, Sig.
He flicks Sigmaâs hologram.
Tucker: I know you love the dramatics.
Sigma: Not when we are this close.
Tucker looks down at the device heâs holding.
Tucker: So this is really it? We really found him?
Delta: We will not know for certain until we can decrypâ
Sigma: Yes. This is him.
Tucker holds the device up and stares at it. Lovingly.
Tucker: All right, Church. Just wait a little longer. Weâre gonna fix everything. Real soon.
Omega: Not soon enough. Letâs move.
Tucker laughs, cloaks again, and heads out.
#fanfic: rvb reformation#lavernius tucker#sigma rvb#rvb#red vs blue#rvb19 spoilers#chromatic writings#written by lavender
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PROLOGUE | THE PARTY & THE AFTER PARTY
Jenna Ortega x G!P Reader
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"You should come." You hear Jack say over the phone, you lean back into the couch, placing your feet on top of your coffee table. "I don't know, Jack. I think your famous friends wouldn't like that,"
Jack sighs. "Dude, come on. Don't be like that." Now it's your turn to sigh, you sit up from the couch before standing up, walking into the kitchen. "They'll love you, maybe you could even sing for them." You can't help but chuckle.
"Yeah. Immediately no." He laughs, but as soon as it dies down, he's back to convincing you.
"Y/N. It's just a party. Please, one night. One night is all I ask from my best friend." You playfully roll your eyes, "Don't play the best friend card on me." You jump up onto the counter, swinging your feet.
"I'm so so sad! Y/N! My own best friend, won't come to a party with me to celebrate my new movie release." You laugh, shaking your head.
"Am I even allowed?" Jack nods his head even though you can't see it. "Of course. There's a guest list and I put your name."
Your mouth opens in shock, "Wait." He hums playfully, a cheeky smile on his face. "You put me on the guest list before you even asked me?" You ask, and be hums again. "Yep. You basically have to come now."
"You know what," Jack's smile widens in anticipation, "I'll come." He jumps up from his chair, earning a few looks. "Yes!" You laugh at his reaction before hopping off the kitchen counter.
"I'll pick you up at," You lean back into the counter as Jack checks his watch on the other side of the phone, "Nine." You push yourself off the counter, "Okay."
"Great! I gotta go now, but I'll see you tomorrow." You look at the time prompted on your stove, reading 10:47. "Alright Jack, see you tomorrow.
He mumbles a goodbye before hanging up the phone. You stand in the middle of your kitchen as you're finally processing that you agreed to go out with Jack and his famous friends.
"What the fuck did I just get myself into," You mumble to yourself, walking back into the living room.
Before you knew it, it was time for Jack to pick you up. You were waiting outside your apartment building, a cigarette dangling from the corner of your mouth as you pat yourself down looking for your lighter.
After the first pat down, you try again, and then again, but after a while, you stop. Accepting defeat that you left your lighter inside your apartment.
You take the cigarette out of your mouth, throwing it on the ground. "Maybe it's a sign I need to quit," You mutter to yourself.
There's a black SUV that pulls up in front of you, and quickly the window is rolled down revealing your childhood friend. "What the hell are you wearing!" Jack shouts over Taylor Swift blasting in the truck.
You look down at your outfit and then back at Jack, "What's wrong with my outfit?" Jack raises his eyebrows, and you watch his eyes look you up and down before looking back into your eyes.
His eyebrows drop and a smile is prominent on his face, "I'm just joking!" He laughs causing you to roll your eyes. "Get in!"
You look at the cigarette one more time before making your way inside the SUV. Jack scoots over, giving you some room to sit before holding out his hand. You smile doing your signature handshake, it wasn't anything special, but it meant a lot to the two of you.
As soon as the two of you are buckled up, the driver pulls off. You grimace, "Can we at least play some different music?"
"Of course not," Jack says, smiling at you playfully. You can't help but smile back, turning your head towards the window to hide it.
When you arrived, your eyes immediately began to water from all the flashes. You couldn't understand how Jack could deal with it, but as long as he's happy. A buff man opens the door for you, and you step out, waiting for Jack before going any further.
Jack sends you a slight smile, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as both of you cover your eyes from the flashes.
You hear Jack's name shouted a bunch of times followed by questions.
"Jack! Jack! Can you look this way?"
"Jack, who are you here with?"
"Jack! Is this your girlfriend?"
You can't help but snicker, leaning your head toward his ear. "Now that's funny." Jack chuckles, leaning towards your ear now, "Are we, not boyfriend and girlfriend?"
Your smile increases, and your hand is rested on his back, as the two of you are finally inside the building. Your ears are filled with the loud chatting that fills the room along with a song you're unfamiliar with, the bass blasting off of the room's walls.
When Jack meant party, he really meant a party. It was crowded, and you could barely see the floor of how many feet were covering it.
Jack's arm is off your shoulder, but his hand soon replaces it. "Let's go say hello to my famous friends." He teases, you shake your head, following behind the curly-haired boy. Every now and then your eyes would search the room, looking for what exactly? You didn't know.
You guys stop once you're near the back of the building, near a bunch of booths.
"Hey guys," Jack lightly shouts, gaining attention from his group of friends. You knew who they were, of course, they were celebrities. They just didn't know who you were.
"This is my friend, Y/N." You send the group a smile and a slight wave, their eyes leave Jack before landing on you. They smile back, and some of them wave back.
"Oh! Hey," Mason speaks up, "I'm Mason," He introduces, pointing at himself. "This is Melissa, Jasmin, Liana, and..." He points to each of them, then starts looking around for someone. "She's not here yet, but, yeah! It's nice to meet you.
"Likewise," You say, scratching your nose. It's something you did when you felt awkward, and this was extremely awkward for you. But introductions are always awkward, right?
"I love your outfit by the way," You hear Jasmin say, you smile before nudging Jack, "This guy here didn't." Jasmin's jaw drops playfully, as a loud gasp comes from her mouth. "Jack!" She teasingly shouts at him.
"It's okay, Jack has no sense of style when his stylist is gone," Liana speaks up sending you a jokingly wink, you chuckle and see Jack hold his chest in a fake hurt. "What is it? Bully Jack Day?" You pat his back, "It's always bully Jack day.
Everyone laughs, and Jack goes to sit down, plopping down right beside Mason. Melissa scoots over, patting down beside her. "Here, sweetheart. You can sit right here," You try and ignore the faint blush that appears on your cheek from the pet name.
"So," You turn to the left of you being met with Liana. "How'd you meet Jack," She asks, taking a sip of her drink. "We're actually childhood friends." Melissa and Liana nod, listening. "We met in... I think it was gym class. Freshman year too."
"Aww," Melissa coos. "I can kinda see it now," Liana laughs a bit, nodding her head again at Melissa's words. "Right! Lil' freshman Jack."
The three of you fall into a conversation, most of it being about you as they wanted to get to know you better. You felt bad earlier, judging Jack's friends only because they were famous. They were actually sweet people who made you feel like you belonged in under five minutes, and not only were they nice, they were funny as well.
"Excuse me," You say, excusing yourself from the conversation. "I'll be right back." Melissa and Liana mutter out an okay, sending you a small smile.
You weren't going to lie, you were in a desperate need of a smoke. Right about now you were wishing you didn't throw away your cigarette or you wished you had quickly run inside your apartment to get your lighter before Jack arrived.
You walk over to the bar, standing there waiting for the bartender to be done with his current customer before coming to you. "What can I get you?" He asks, drying his hands off with a white cloth. "Uh," You scratch your nose, "Do you have a smoke and a light?"
The bartender raises his eyebrows, "A smoke and a light." You're about to speak up until he reaches in his back pocket, "Today's your lucky day." He hands you a pack and a lighter, and you thankfully take it. "Don't worry about returning it. I'm trying to quit."
"Me too," You mumble to yourself. "Thank you," You say, raising the items in your hand, he nods, and you're now walking towards the back exit.
Now you're back in the same position as earlier, a cigarette dangling from but this time with a light. You didn't exactly know when your addiction started. You only remember every other week you're back in the gas station, buying a pack of cigarettes.
Of course, you've tried to stop, you tried chewing gum, or you've tried cigars instead, but you could never really stay consistent or committed.
But commitment has always been a problem in your life, rather it is with giving up smoking, picking up a hobby, or staying in a relationship.
You took a drag of your cigarette, calming yourself down, as you lay back against the brick wall. You wondered if they were wondering where you were. Or, maybe just Jack. This isn't the first time Jack has invited you to hang out with more of his famous friends, he'd actually invited you on set when he was filming the new Avatar. Where you'd met Zoe Saldana and you swore you fell in love with her the second your eyes met.Â
You weren't one of those people who go crazy when they see celebrities because you lived in LA, there had been many times you'd seen famous people. Whether it be at work, walking down the street, or again, with Jack.
But wow, was Zoe Saldana way more beautiful in
person.
"You know those are bad for you, right?" A teasing voice says, you turn your head confused and slightly shocked at the sudden voice.
A cloud of smoke leaves your mouth as your eyes fall on her, her being Jenna Ortega. You'd have to be living under a rock if you didn't know who Jenna Ortega was.
You'd first seen her as your cousin had been watching that one show on Disney channel, and then you had seen her again recently due to the show You on Netflix, which was when you officially knew her name.
The first thing you noticed was her perfect smile, and the teasing smirk that played on her pink plum lips. Then you noticed her freckles that spread across her face like some sort of puzzle.
You met her dark brown doe-eyes. And it felt like you couldn't look away, her eyes were so... addicting. If you looked any longer you'd believe they'd become even more addicting than your cigarettes.
"Yeah," You mutter. "Hard to quit though." She nods at your words, "Have you actually tried, or did you make poor attempts and say that you did?"
You eye her, not saying anything. You speak again when you take the cigarette out of your mouth, throw it out, and step on it.
"The second part." She laughs, staring deep into your eyes. You don't scratch your nose, instead, you run your tongue around your teeth, fighting back a smile. "Why are you back here anyway?"
"What? A lady can't catch a breather." She half-jokes, and you nod your head, remaining in eye contact. "Without security?" You add, she breaks the eye contact, pushing a strand of hair out of her face.
"Ah," She starts, "I thought we were about to have a fun conversation without you bringing something up about me being famous."
"Who says non-famous women can't have security," You shrug causing Jenna to smile. You'd never get sick of seeing that, "Then where's your security then?"
"Got me there," You laugh together. "So, what exactly are you doing here," You ask, lifting yourself up from the wall, Jenna has to look up, now that you're fully standing up.
"You're very curious about why I'm back here, huh?" You smile, nodding your head with a slight tilt at the end. "There are too many paps at the front, so I came back here. And then I saw this mysterious girl leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette, like she was straight out of a cowboy western." She finishes off with a smile.
You laugh again, and Jenna can't help but smile, watching the way your eyes slightly close, or the way your dimples appear. Her heart flutters and there are suddenly butterflies in her stomach.
"A cowboy western, wow..." You drag out, and begin laughing again, Jenna joins in, placing a hand on her stomach, and the other on your arm. But this doesn't catch you by surprise, it feels nice. You also don't miss the way your body warms up from the slight touch.
"You're pretty funny, Ortega."
"I know." You playfully roll your eyes, a slight smile on both of your faces. "But, I believe I've overstayed my welcome with all the celebrities."
Jenna's smile dies now, noticing you're about to leave. "You're not going back inside?" She asks hopefully, she wanted to get to know you better, and she also wants to see that laugh of yours she began to become familiar with.
"Nah," You shake your head. "Tell Jack I said goodbye though." She furrows her eyebrows, who was Jack? Before she could ask your name, or who the hell was Jack, you were walking away, holding up a peace sign.
Jenna feels her phone vibrate in her purse, she takes it out, seeing a message from Jack Champion. And then it clicks, there's no way you meant Jack, Jack, right?
hey jen
we're in the back btw
didn't want u to get lost đ
okay
thanks 4 telling me
ofc
Jenna sighs to herself, walking inside the building. She says who few hellos as she passed by people she knows, until she makes it to the rest of the group.
"Jenna!!!" Melissa yells, standing up smiling as she brings the brunette into a tight hug. Everyone else stands up, greeting Jenna, and the last one being Jack.
"Hey Jen," He greets, smiling. They hug before Jenna furrows her eyebrows, not wanting to confuse Jack as she was already confused herself.
"Someone wanted me to say goodbye for you?" She tells, though it sounds more like a question.
Jack raises an eyebrows before realization hits him, "What'd they look like?"
"Uhh, tattoos? Tall..." It takes everything in Jenna to not mention your alluring lips, your heavenly laugh that she could listen to for hours, or your elegant eyebrows that were perfectly placed above your engaging eyes.
"That sneaky bastard." Jack mutters to himself.
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my reality . . á°.á (han taesan)
pairing: nonidol!taesan x fem!reader; genre: fluff, highschool au, opposites attract; warnings: cursing
áŻáĄŁđŠ what happens when han taesan, a quiet boy with a cold demeanor, falls for a girl working part-time at his favorite record shop?
đ cart ⢠wc: 610 | please ignore grammatical errors!
chapter 1: there was something special in the air previous ⌠chapter list ⌠character desc ⌠next
âhan dongmin, myung jaehyun. can you stay after class?". the boys look at each other confused. did they do something wrong? âdude did you do something stupid again?â the two-toned-haired boy asked his friend. âwhat?? no, i didnât do anythingâ the puppy-like boy replied, pouting. âboys, there's a festival coming up 2 months from now and i wanted to ask if your band could perform? preferably 3-5 songs, you can perform an original song too if you want.â after hearing this, the puppy-like boy replied excitedly âwe would be happy too!! thank you, sir!âÂ
woonhak + hyungs (new messages) myungjae: GUYS GUESS WHAT riririwoo: what?? woonhakie: WHAT myungjae: WE'RE PREORFMOSNGNWEFDKVKVK sungho: we're what?? taesan: we're performing at the school festival sungho: WHAT woonhakie: WHAT riririwoo: WHAT leehan: ???
âdude i canât believe weâre gonna performâ a slightly younger boy says. âwe have to get our lineup ready, do we even have any unreleased songs??â sungho says panicking, âchill, me, woonhak, and taesan can write itâ jaehyun says reassuring sungho. woonhak asks âshould we work on it today? jaehyun are you free after school?â. âyeah sure, i think iâm free today. go text taesan if heâs free tooâ. the younger boy replied, âalrightâ
taesan hyung (online đ˘) woonhakie: hi hyung taesan hyung: whats up woonhakie: just wondering if you were free after school, me n jaehyun hyung are gonna start writing some songs for the festival taesan hyung: sorry, i dont think iâll be able to join you guys i gotta help my mom w something, and theres some new releases at the record shop that i wanna check out woonhakie: alright, let me just tell hyung
after school, taesan walks to the record shop near his house excited to see what new vinyls they had in stock. when he entered, he hears a familiar tune. âoh itâs reality by richard sandersonâ he realizes. it was a song his father used to play in the car when he was younger.
he was looking around the shop humming to itâs tune, until a specific vinyl caught his eye. it was the a song for you by the carpenters album. âooo thatâs a good one!!â a girl suddenly commented about the vinyl, âthat just got in stock today! itâs a really good album, one of my favorites from it is top of the world!â. taesan didnât know why but it felt like his whole world just stopped. was it because she also liked the same song as he did? was it the way her dimples showed while she was ranting? or maybe it was just the way her eyes sparkled while she was so deeply engrossed about her interest.
âhellooo?? sir are you there?â flustered because he didnât hear her, taesan had replied âoh sorry, what were you saying again?â. âthatâs alright! i said that you could rent the vinyl out for 6 days if you werenât ready to buy it yet!â the girl answered cheerfully. âoh alright iâll keep that in mind, thank youâ, the girl had nodded with a smile in reply. taesan left the shop soon after looking around a bit more, but he couldnât keep her out of his head. it was as though there was something special in the air making him feel this way. wait, what? him, han taesan. the boy who had always focused on his music and paid no attention to the girls at school, has a girl stuck on his mind? suddenly he felt his phone vibrate.
mom (3 new messages) mom: taesan?? where are you? you said you would help me, did you forget? you better be here in 10 minutes.
oh shit.
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