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mimiiiiiiiiisstuff · 13 days ago

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"Million Dollar Man"

Ok yall..... I know I said it was gonna be another chapter of "I bet on losing dogs" but @lilithquillete sent in an ask about Reader interacting with Harvey Dent and I couldn't help myself. This is the same AU as Older, and it's the prologue. Sorry if they dont make sense together butttt I couldn't stop myself, Hope yall like it!!!!

The Pink Pony Club was Gotham’s underbelly, dark, seedy, and full of people who either wanted to forget their past or embrace it. Jazz played faintly in the background, a vocalist crooning somewhere in the distance, as smoky air curled up toward the dimly lit ceiling. The dim lighting and murmur of conversation created a sense of anonymity. For you, this was heaven.

A place where you got on stage and no one knew you, your first taste of freedom outside your family. Here, you weren't Bruce Wayne's least favorite child nor were you the failed Batgirl or useless sister, here you were just you.

Your voice enchanted people and on stage in your heels, you were unstoppable.

Only a couple nights ago, you packed your things and walked out of Wayne Manor, as if the years of being part of that family never existed. It wasn’t just that Bruce and the others had been ignoring her for Tiffany all these years; it was the cruel realization that you was never important to them. Not like they were to each other.

You tried. You had given them everything. But Tiffany’s presence had overshadowed you since she came into the manor on your 14th birthday. It was as if you'd been erased, the little attention you got diverted and multiplied to someone who was more useful, more important.

You couldn’t even get a text from Duke anymore, let alone a casual chat with Dick or Tim. Forget about Damian or Jason, or any of the girls really.

So, you left. And now, you found yourself at the Pink Pony Club, a dive bar with no judgments, just an escape.

The club was packed tonight, filled with people who seemed to have their own agendas and distractions. You took a seat at the bar, watching the crowd. It was your first day off and you had nowhere else to go.

Tonight, you weren't singing, didn't want to be noticed, but Gotham had a way of drawing attention to its wounded.

You weren't sure what you were doing anymore. This was't you. You were never a party girl, you would never be caught dead in a place like this. Bruce would kill you, if he could look away from Tiffany long enough to see you here.

Maybe you were trying to spite you family. Maybe trying to drown the anger that simmered within you. Anger at the Batfamily, who had all but erased you from their lives. Anger at yourself, for allowing it to happen.

But mostly, the anger at Bruce. You had spent years trying to live up to his expectations, only to realize that Tiffany had took his love in a day.

But tonight, you weren't thinking about them. Tonight, you were here to forget.

As you sipped your drink, you noticed a familiar figure at the back of the room. Harvey Dent, the once-proud district attorney, now the infamous Two-Face, sat alone in a booth, nursing a drink. His face was partially scarred from the acid, and his expression, even now, looked like he carried the weight of Gotham's filth on his shoulders.

Selina Kyle, Cat Woman, Bruce's ex- lover who got you the job had mentioned he frequented the club. And if you were being honest, you couldn't help but be curious about him.

"Rough night, sweetheart?" a voice purred from beside you. Speak of the devil.

You didn’t even have to look to know who it was. You knew that voice too well. Selina Kyle. The only person who never treated you like a pawn or an afterthought. The only one who didn't care about the petty squabbles of Gotham's rich, the same Gotham she had spent most of her life trapped in. Your only friend in this god-forsaken city.

You half-turned in your chair, giving Selina a wry smile. “You have no idea.”

Selina perched herself next to you, crossing her arms, sizing up the tension on your face. "Let me guess. The Batfamily still ignoring you? Haven't even noticed you moved out? Too busy obsessing over the golden child?"

Your mouth twisted bitterly, but you said nothing, Selina always knew exactly how to get a rise out of you. Your eyes flickered toward the back of the bar again where Harvey Dent, still sat in the shadows, his burnt face half-hidden under his usual dark, grim expression.

Selina followed your gaze, the slight curve of her lips pulling into a mischievous smile. “You’re looking at him again, huh? You know, I never took you for the bad-boy type. Never thought you'd betray Superboy like that.”

"I'm not thinking of Clark tonight." You said, suddenly tense at the mention of your unrequited love.

A dark, playful smirk crossed your lips. You weren't looking for anything serious tonight. Just a distraction. And Harvey would be perfect for that.

Bruce would be pissed.

You slid off the stool and made your way toward the half-handsome man, the tension between them thickening as you approached. He looked up, his eyes scanning you for a moment before he smirked.

“Is there something I can help you with, sweetheart?” Harvey asked, his voice low and rough, the raspiness of his tone sending a jolt of heat through your chest.

You leaned against the table, crossing your arms. “Saw you sitting here all by yourself, thought maybe you could use some company.”

Harvey's lips curled into a dismissive grin, but his eyes were cold, calculating. “You think I need company?” His tone was sharp, sarcastic. “You're a little young for me, don't you think?”

You grinned, unbothered by his coldness. “A little age never hurt anyone, mind if I sit?” You asked, your voice dripping with feigned innocence as you slipped into the seat opposite Harvey. You could feel his sharp eyes on you, scanning your every movement, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he took a sip of his drink, his jaw tight.

“Sure, if you’re into wasting your time,” he said flatly, not even bothering to look up again.

Reader’s lips curled into a playful smile. “I don't think anything to do with someone like you is a waste.”

Harvey glanced up slowly, his sharp gaze scrutinizing you like a puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out. His eyes lingered on you for a beat too long, his lips tight with something unreadable. “You’re bold,” he remarked, his voice heavy with condescension.

You tilted your head, leaning against the back of the booth, watching him through half-lidded eyes, peering at him innocently through your lashes, “What, is that a problem?”

He didn’t answer immediately, taking a long sip of his drink, his eyes now trained on her lips before sliding up to meet her gaze again. “You don’t know what you’re dealing with, little girl.”

You didn’t flinch, though a hot flash of insecurity pierced through your facade. You’d had enough of people underestimating you. “Maybe, but i've always had a thing for lost causes.”

Harvey smirked, his expression a mix of arrogance and indifference. “I’m not exactly your type, kid. You want a pretty boy, go back to playing in your Batcave.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms and pushing out your chest. “Did you just call me a kid?”

Harvey’s lips thinned, and you could see his eyes momentarily flicker to your chest. All men were the same.. “That’s what you are, sweetheart. You’re out of your league, go home to daddy and stop trying to play with the big boys. You don't belong here.”

You let out a low chuckle, leaning in just a little closer. This was a challenge now, he thought he was too good for you, too strong to give in, you'd show him how convincing you could be. “You think so? I’m not the one sitting in a dark corner of a bar brooding. Seems like I’m doing just fine.”

Harvey’s eyes darkened, and the tension in the air thickened. He took another sip, this time with a little more force, the sound of the glass clinking against the table ringing out. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “I don't really care.”

He smiled, sharp and predatory, "This won't play out in your favor. You think you're in charge here, you're not."

The words hung between you, charged with something dangerous.

For the next hour, you exchanged glances, words, and cold retorts, every time Harvey tried to shut you down, you would respond with something even more bold and charming, pulling him in. The man was harder to read than a stone wall, but you knew one thing for sure: the tension was building, the air crackling with the kind of heat that made your heart quicken.

Finally, Harvey broke, leaning forward and offering you a sardonic smile. “Alright. What’s your angle, sweetheart?”

You leaned in as well, matching his intensity, never backing down no matter how hard he tried to intimidate you. “Just here for a good time. You’ve got your secrets, I’ve got mine. But I think we could both use some fun. A way to let loose.”

Harvey’s jaw clenched, but the flicker of interest in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed. “You’re wasting your time. I’m not interested. ”

“Then why do you keep looking at me like that?” You shot back, your voice low, sharp, and breathy.

Harvey’s lips tightened again, the words bitter in his mouth. “Because you’re trouble, you're a mess. And trouble’s what I wanted tonight.”

The words stung, but you didn’t let it show. “Then we're on the same page.”

For a moment, his jaw tightened, his face betraying a flicker of frustration. He reached for his glass, swirling it absentmindedly before taking a long sip. Then, after a beat, he placed the glass down with a deliberate slowness, his eyes narrowing.

“I don’t have time for games, little girl. Why don’t you take your flirtations somewhere else?”

But there was something in his voice—something that cracked, a faint whisper of desire beneath the tough exterior. It didn’t go unnoticed.

“I don't want much,” You replied, your voice low, leaning in slightly, your noses almost touching. “Just tonight. A distraction.”

He smirked at that. “A distraction, huh? You think you can handle me?"

The words were slow, dangerous, suggestive. The tension between them had become thick, charged with the weight of things neither of them was willing to admit.

“Nothing permanent. Just... for tonight. What happens after doesn’t matter.” You'd never fall for someone like Harvey Dent.

Harvey's lips twisted, amusement in his eyes. “What would your daddy think?”

A week ago, that would've mattered. Back when your life revolved around him and his stupid family. But now? Now, it didn't matter, nothing mattered other than getting Harvey Dent in her bed tonight.

You chuckled darkly. “I'm a big girl now Harvey, I choose who my daddy is."

His gaze sharpened, his grin widened, and you could feel him moving under the table. “Really? Do you now? Does that mean I have to prove myself?" He said his Gotham accent coming out as he swiftly slid out the booth and began walking away, only glancing back at you once in a silent invitation.

The night bled into the morning as you found yourself in your bed alone, the only evidence of last night being your scattered clothes and the rumpled side of the bed that smelled of a deep, earthy cologne. Harvey, nowhere to be found, though you're sure he stayed the night.

You found a note on your nightstand with a number and a single red rose. You threw them both away.

The intensity of the night, of Harvey’s dangerous allure, his cold, hard demeanor that eventually gave way to something more primal; had left you breathless. You hadn’t exchanged any promises, but there was no mistaking the way he’d looked at you afterward. There was an intensity that had simmered between the two of you, a powerful connection of mutual darkness.

Later that day, as you met up with Selina to apologize for ditching her last night, you couldn't help but notice the sly smile on Selina's face.

"So, how was it? Life altering? Mind numbing?" Selina asked innocently, but her voice had a knowing tone.

“Fun,” you replied smirking, “Just what I needed. No strings attached.”

Selina raised an eyebrow. “Really? Because I heard Harvey’s been looking for you. Asking around. Seems like you’ve left an impression on him. He's not the type to give up.”

Your chest tightened, but you pushed the feeling down. “He was just a distraction. That’s all. i just needed to forget Clark for the night.”

Selina knew of your childhood crush, she was the first you told. You approached her as an awkward, chubby 13 year old, asking how to make Superman your boyfriend.

Selina smirked, clearly unconvinced. “You tell yourself that. But I think Harvey’s not done with you just yet.”

You shrugged, "I'm done with him."

Selina faltered, her mischief giving way to concern, "I'm serious. You need to be more careful, men like that, men like Harvey Dent, they don't take kindly to being ignored."

As the days passed, you felt the weight of your choices, of the things you’d told yourself you could leave behind. And yet, you couldn't help but feel the pull of Harvey’s gaze every time you closed your eyes and went home with a different guy.

You were still angry at the Batfamily, still haunted by the echoes of Tiffany’s presence, but now there was something else. Something dangerous, something that wasn’t just about anger anymore.

A few nights had passed since the night with Harvey. You found yourself with a strange feeling, lingering like smoke on your skin. Like someone was watching you, following you.

It started with small things, when you sang at the club, you could feel his eyes on you. When you flirted with customers and they didn't look you in the eye anymore. When even your charms and seduction couldn't pull anyone in, Harvey was trying to put you in a dry spell. Punish you for ignoring him.

A week after the night, you came home from the club to your apartment exhausted and what you saw shocked you. Dozens of red roses were in your living room and kitchen, with notes and pictures attached to each boquet. Everyday you ignored him, your apartment would be flooded with red roses, by the 4th day you were sure there were no more red roses in Gotham. You would read the notes, each day a different one, more vague and kind of threatening.

“I see you every night, whether you want me to or not. - H”

“You think I’m going to give up? Not when I’m this close. - H.”

“You can’t hide from me. I’ll always find you. - H.”

You rolls your eyes, but can’t stop the flicker of something—danger, excitement, anticipation—from flashing through you. The usual defiance is still there, but now it has a slight edge. It’s hard not to feel compelled by his power, and you pick up a card that has his number on it, and you call.

Two months. Thats how long you've been something to Harvey Dent.

Since that night you called him, you've seen Harvey Dent everyday for two months. You either saw him at the club, he never missed out on watching you sing, or at your apartment, or he'd wisk you away for a candle light dinner. The only exception of his constant attention was the two weeks you were sick, and even then he called you and sent you flowers.

Thats why when he started getting distant it hurt, you were in love with him.

Like a fool, you fell for Harvey "Two-Face" Dent.

You wrote songs for him, stayed up on the phone talking to him, baked him cookies and cakes, you didn't care about his scars or his mood swings, you put up with his sometimes hurtful comments because you could feel his love for you.

It was in the little things. Little displays of affection like knowing how you liked your coffee, your favorite fruit, how he would play your favorite movie whenever you were down and watch stupid rom-coms all night, without complaint. How he would laugh at all your stupid jokes and help you with the dishes.

Everything changed when Selina dropped a bombshell. You were just finishing your shift at the Pink Pony when Selina came up to you, leaning against the bar, a rare seriousness in her voice.

“I'm sorry. I didn't want to have to tell you this” Selina said, looking at you with eyes full of love and concern. “But I think you need to know . You’re not the only one Harvey’s been after.”

You froze, heart dropping to your feet. “What are you talking about?” You asked, chuckling at the unfunny joke, Harvey would never. He loves you.

Selina’s gaze shifted toward the back of the club, where Tiffany fucking Wayne, was standing at the bar with Harvey. The way she leaned into him, the flirtatious, familiar touch on his arm, made your heart drop. That was all the proof you needed.

“When you lost your voice last month, Tiffany came here every night, working him over. She’s been coming in, feeling him, and leaving with him. She’s been playing him like a violin. And he's been two-timing you.”

Your stomach twisted. Tiffany. Your “sister”, the girl who always took everything from you, the girl who you cried to him about, who you told him stole everything from you, stole him too. The image of Tiffany and Harvey together was enough to break something inside you.

Your voice cracked. “I... he... he was mine.”

Selina raised an eyebrow, sympathy in her eyes. “I’m sorry. You know Harvey’s not the only one she’s after. She’s always tried to steal everything from you. She’s always been good at that.”

It hit you harder than you wanted to admit. Tiffany had taken Harvey, too. she wasn’t stealing brothers or sisters from you; she was taking the one place where you had ever felt wanted.

He loved you, at some point, you were sure. But could love be so easily swayed?

Before she came and stole him like she stole everything else in your life, Harvey Dent loved you

In the two weeks you were sick, Tiffany Maverick stole the one man who loved you.

The next night at the club, the weight of Selina’s words followed you like a shadow. You stepped onto the stage, singing as best as you could, but the usual thrill was gone. Tiffany was there again, standing too close to Harvey. Every laugh they shared, every touch, was like a knife to your chest.

You couldn’t help but notice how Harvey had changed. The way he looked at you now felt different—distant, colder. There was no longer that spark of attraction, just the lingering sense that something had shifted. That someone else had taken hyourplace.

Tiffany had won. Again.

You finished your set and stepped off the stage, throat tight. You caught Harvey’s eye as he turned toward you, but there was no warmth or love in his gaze, like there was two weeks ago, only disappointment. He was looking at you like you were just another face in the crowd.

You couldn’t do it anymore. You couldn’t stay. It wasn’t just the loss of Harvey—it was the realization that Tiffany had taken your spot in their world.

Her betrayal felt too familiar, like an old wound that never healed. It wasn't enough for her to have your family, she wanted everything.

That night you quit the club and broke your lease to your apartment. You wouldn't let Tiffany or Two Face run you out of Gotham, out of your city, but you couldn't stay where you and him shared all your memories.

You would forget about him. You would never mention Harvey Dent again, you would never even think of him again. Nor would you acknowledge that he was the first man that loved you. Harvey Dent did not exist anymore.

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suguann · 8 months ago

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SAY YOU'RE MINE—GOJO SATORU.

✎.You shouldn’t elicit his attention more than any other Omega at the party—he doesn’t remember inviting that many—but he’s wondering how he let you slip by. | wc. 1.4k+

tags. fem!reader, age-gap, very shy reader, exhibitionism, reader wears glasses, a/b/o, 18+ only

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The big, awful truth nobody tells you about hosting your fortieth birthday is how the shine of the day wears off once you see your friends and acquaintances laughing with their loved ones, talking about their kids, showing off pictures of newborns swaddled in soft linens, and making plans for upcoming holidays.

Gojo sips his drink, pretending to understand. He’s never given much thought to settling down, to take an omega as a mate and fill his big empty house with the sounds of pealing laughter and little feet racing down the many halls.

Forty years old, and he’s ready to admit that living the life of a bachelor doesn’t hold the same appeal as it once did. That returning from a two-week-long business trip might be better if there were somebody to go home to.

Forty years old.

Instead of cozying up in the living room with a family he longs to have, he’s going to spend the rest of his night picking up plates and champagne flutes after everyone leaves because he forgot to hire a cleaning company—all alone in his big empty house, wondering if his secretary remembered to pick up his dry-cleaning for the week.

An unmated Alpha—the reminder chafes as much as the fact he’s getting older.

He finally understands why his late aunt divorced and got married again twice in the same year, why people buy nice vacation homes on white sandy beaches that make the crow’s feet around their eyes worse, and spend too much money on sports cars even though they stay parked for three-fourths of the year. He gets it now.

It’s more or less an epiphany of a sad, pathetic truth that he swallows down with something cold and bitter.

In the middle of his backyard, standing between his neighbor and his pregnant wife, Gojo wishes he were anywhere else. Inviting everyone he knows within driving distance no longer seems like the well-thought idea he’d presumed it’d been.

He makes a few more rounds around the garden before sneaking inside, escaping another conversation about engagements and wedding dates to hide away in his study.

That’s until he sees you out of the corner of his eye, looking through the bookcases in his living room.

A pretty slip of a girl in your modest cocktail dress and wide-framed glasses slipping down the slope of your nose. An Omega, alone, just like him; your clean, sweet, floral scent sticking to the back of his throat like syrup until it settles in his stomach. Enough to make him dizzy.

You shouldn’t elicit his attention more than any other Omega at the party—he doesn’t remember inviting that many—but he’s wondering how he let you slip by. Not that it really matters because his back straightens, no longer wallowing in self-pity, and he studies you with interest.

After a few moments, you finally glance his way, only for you to hastily return your attention to the book you pulled down from the shelf. Cute.

Gojo adjusts the tie around his neck and feels his lips twitch.

“Sorry,” you say softly, long lashes fluttering against the top of your cheeks. “I didn’t mean—I was only—My friend invited me, and she—”

You are too busy working yourself up over an explanation that you don’t notice when he sidles up next to you and reads over your shoulder. "I have more in my office if you want to take a look.”

“E-excuse me?” You make this breathy, choked sound and peer up at him from under your lashes. This visibly timid type of girl who bashfully looks away at the sight of his smile. For some reason, that makes his mouth go dry—makes his teeth ache.

It’s rare to be so driven by instinct and rarer to actually listen to that instinct.

“Books,” he says. “Do you want to see them?”

His words take a second to sink in, and he smiles when he sees liquid clarity in your eyes. You blink owlishly, scent spiking, pleased. He stands there patiently, finding how you start rambling endearing, a slight, private grin splitting across his face—silently amused.

He thinks you'd bolt if it weren’t for the fact that he’s probably standing much too close, trapping a mouse by the tail.

“I–I g-guess,” you finally stutter.

It’s too easy: You letting him usher you up the stairs toward his office.

If Gojo were a better person, a less lonely Alpha—a better man—he might feel bad for how well it works.

It’s no small thing to work the tiny zipper at your back and watch your dress pool around your feet. He barely gets the top three buttons of his shirt undone before you are—delightfully, inexplicably—up on the tips of your toes, timidly pushing your hands through his hair, mewling into the hollow of his throat, close to where his gland sits.

By the time he has you pressed against his office window, you’re this flustered little mess with crooked glasses, fingers streaking the once pristine glass to keep your balance, and breasts sticky and wet with spit.

“Good girl,” he mutters, pulling back to look down at where he’s splitting you open. “Such a good little Omega for me, aren’t you?”

You don’t answer, and he crowds you closer to the window, grasping your chin and tugging your head up until you’re looking at him upside down. He squeezes your cheeks together, your pouty, supple lips pushed out, and kisses your mouth, tasting you—unimaginably sweet.

“Tell me—tell me what a good girl you are,” even though he knows you can’t with his fingers pressing into your cheeks, but you try anyway.

“U-uh but—people c-can see.”

The base of his cock tingles as he catches a line of drool spilling from the corner of your lips. He makes a soft noise in the back of his throat, soothing, and you steadily melt against him when he slips that same finger underneath the elastic of your underwear, lightly nudging your clit with the tip of his finger until you’re shivering beautifully again.

“That’s it. Don’t worry about them,” he coaxes lightly, but it comes out muffled because he says it with his mouth wrapped around the gland at the base of your neck, teasing himself with something he’s never allowed himself to have. Not yet. “Just you and me, okay?”

Gojo doesn’t let up until your back arches and shoulders tighten, his knot caught inside your cunt until all he can do is grind the tip of his cock against that spot that makes you squirm and whine.

He smiles to himself when you hide behind your hands after realizing you ruined his pants, and he carefully falls back into his office chair, pulling you with him so you’re both looking out across the garden, where his guests walk around wholly unaware of the breathtaking little Omega who made his birthday worthwhile.

“You’re a dirty little thing, aren’t you?” he muses, taking great pleasure in the way you start stuttering again.

On his forty-first birthday, he doesn’t throw his own party but still hides in his office, his pretty wife in his lap, flustered because he never turned the lights off this time. If anyone happened to walk by on this side of the house, they’d be able to see everything—his omega, soft and swollen from a piece of him taking root inside you.

Families are about making traditions, he thinks, and he’d like to start a few traditions of his own; leaving his party to fuck his wife in the quiet of his office being one of them.

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breakoutbanglore · 2 years ago

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#Escape Room Adventures #Birthday Party #Birthday Party Idea For Kids

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my-castles-crumbling · 2 months ago

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worry - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 339

Regulus stood in the locker room and tore through his bag furiously, trying not to completely lose his mind. Anxiety and worry were making his heartbeat quicken, his palms sweat, his vision darken. He couldn't have lost it. Not now.

Not that it mattered. It was stupid. He wasn't superstitious, and the whole thing was silly, it was just a fucking string, and-

He swallowed, heaving a deep breath.

He'd worn the damn thing every day all year long. Ever since, on his birthday, he and James had escaped the chaos of the party Effie Potter had thrown him, and they'd ended up in the small sitting room where Effie liked to sit and knit.

And as they'd talked and laughed and shared a quiet moment together, James had stolen a few pieces of yarn and braided them together, tying them around Regulus's wrist.

"Just a reminder that I'm always thinking about you," he'd said softly, his warm fingers brushing over the inside of Regulus's wrist, his stunning smile making Regulus want to cy with happiness.

He'd treasured the damn bracelet ever since, only removing it for Potions class. Even in its current ratty state, he loved it for the reminder that he was loved.

And now, getting ready for the most important Quidditch game of the year, he was panicking. Because he'd removed it to brew earlier, and it had disappeared.

"Reg?"

He didn't even register Dorcas's voice as he tore through his things in earnest, worry eating a hole in his chest.

"Looking for this?"

A hand waved the piece of faded green, braided yarn in his face, and he felt himself visibly relax, his body sagging with relief. "Erm. Yes," he mumbled, a bit embarrassed by the way he'd been searching.

Dorcas just gave him a knowing look. "Remind me to tell James to buy you a real bracelet for your next birthday."

Regulus sniffed and tried to give her an innocent look. "I've no idea what you're talking about," he said loftily.

"Sure, Reggie. Sure."

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paxtito · 3 months ago

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birthday girl

pairings: wednesday x reader

word count: 5.2k

warnings: none really, kissing and swearing here and there.

summary: wednesday was born november 13th, 2006, it’s her birthday soon so enid- being overly invested in your relationship- convinces you to plan a birthday surprise. you steal a very expensive book and put together an addams family themed escape room.

a/n: i’ve written quite a few fics since august so i’m just doing a little clear out of my drafts. apologies in advance for any mistakes. i’m no edgar allan poe expert, don’t come for me if the price is wrong.

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It’s officially November. Wednesday’s birth month. You wasn’t planning on doing anything for it out of respect to her boundaries but Enid’s constant yapping in your ear brought you to the brink of insanity.

“Jesus! Fine, Enid… We’ll plan something, okay? Stop talking my ear off.”

Enid squealed excitedly, clapping her hands together. "Oh my gosh, yes! This is going to be so much fun!"

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the small smile tugging at your lips. Enid's enthusiasm was infectious, even if her ideas were sometimes a bit... much.

"Alright, let's brainstorm," Enid said, plopping down onto your bed next to you. "What does Wednesday like? Besides death and darkness, I mean."

You chuckled. "Well, she seems to enjoy solving mysteries and puzzles. And she has a thing for creepy crawlies… Dead things…”

Enid wrinkled her nose in distaste but nodded. "Okay, so maybe not a spa day then. How about a murder mystery party? We could invite everyone and have them dress up in costume!"

You shook your head. "Wednesday doesn't really do 'parties' or 'people'. She'd probably just end up killing someone for real."

"Good point," Enid sighed. "Hmm… What about a private escape room experience? Just the two of you, working together to solve some kind of creepy puzzle. That way it's intimate but still fits her interests."

You considered it. That actually didn't sound half bad. "Yeah, I could see her getting into that. Let me look into it."

Enid beamed. "Perfect! Oh, and don't forget her favorite foods - bugs and gross stuff. You could make her a special birthday cake with... I don't know, worms or something?"

You made a face. "I have to draw the line somewhere, Enid. I may love her, but I'm not putting actual worms in a cake… I’m not touching worms.” You grimace, a shiver running down your spine at the thought.

Enid pouted but nodded in understanding. "Fair enough. I guess you could always just make it look like there are worms in it. You know, like those chocolate bugs they sell online? That might be more her speed anyway.”

You shake your head firmly. "No food. Definitely no bugs or anything gross. I'm drawing the line there."

Enid sighs. "Alright, alright. No bugs in the food. But we need to get her something, right? Like a present?"

You nod, considering Enid's suggestion. "Yeah, a present is a good idea. But what do you get for the girl who has everything? Especially when 'everything' is basically just death-related shit."

Enid taps her chin thoughtfully. "Hmm... Maybe something personalized? Like a custom-made necklace with a little vial pendant that holds a drop of your blood or something."

You cringe. "Uh, no. Definitely not going to give her bloody jewelry. That's just weird."

"Okay, okay," Enid says, holding up her hands in surrender. "How about a book then? Like a rare edition of some creepy classic literature?"

You mull it over. Wednesday does love to read. "That's not a bad idea actually. I could look for a first edition copy of one of her favorite Edgar Allan Poe stories or something.“

Enid claps her hands together. "Yes! Oh, and you could inscribe it with a little personal message inside the cover. Something like 'To my darling Wednesday, may your days be as dark as your soul.' "

“Where would I get the money though?”

Enid smiles slyly, leaning in closer. "Well, you could always ask your parents for some birthday money. Or... you could sell some of your old junk online. I bet there are a ton of weirdos out there who would pay top dollar for your crusty gym socks or used toothbrushes."

You make a disgusted face. "Ew, Enid! That's gross. I'm not selling my dirty laundry to some freaks on the internet."

"Suit yourself," Enid shrugs. "But if you change your mind, I know a guy who runs a pretty lucrative online market for this kind of thing. He's always looking for new... supplies."

—

A week later, you and Enid are hunched over your laptop, scouring online bookstores for the perfect rare edition for Wednesday.

"Ooh, look at this one!" Enid exclaims, pointing at the screen. "It's a first edition of 'The Tell-Tale Heart' published in 1843. And it comes with a handwritten note from Poe himself!"

You lean in to take a closer look. The book does look impressive, with its aged leather binding and yellowed pages. But the price tag makes your eyes bulge. "$25,000?! Are you insane?"

Enid pouts. "C'mon, it's a collector's item! And it's not every day you find something this rare. Wednesday would love it!"

You shake your head. "I can't afford that, Enid. I'm just a high school student… I’ll steal it.. Where’s the store located?”

You lean back in your chair, rubbing your temples. Stealing a rare book from a specialized antique store sounds like a terrible idea, but you're desperate to impress Wednesday. Plus, you've always been pretty good at breaking and entering.

"The store is downtown, near the old theater district," Enid says, squinting at the screen. "It's called 'The Raven's Nest' - fitting, right? They specialize in rare horror literature and occult artifacts."

You smirk. "The Raven's Nest... I like it. Okay, here's the plan: we'll case the joint tonight, figure out their security system. Then tomorrow night, I'll break in and grab the book while you keep watch outside."

Enid looks nervous. "Are you sure about this? I mean, what if you get caught? What if there's some kind of magical protection on the book?"

You roll your eyes. "There's no such thing as magic, Enid. And I won't get caught - I'm the fucking master thief of Nevermore Academy.”

—

As you and Enid walk down the darkened streets of downtown, you can't help but feel a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins. The anticipation of pulling off this heist and surprising Wednesday with the perfect gift is almost too much to bear.

"Alright, here's the plan," you whisper to Enid as you approach the old brick building that houses The Raven's Nest. "I'm gonna scope out the back entrance while you check out the front. See if you can spot any security cameras or alarm systems."

Enid nods nervously, clutching her jacket tight around herself. "Got it. But be careful, okay? I don't want you ending up in jail or worse..."

You flash her a cocky grin. "Relax, Enid. I've got this. Nothing can stop me once I set my mind to something."

With that, you split up, each of you slipping into the shadows to survey the store. The back alley is dimly lit, with only a single flickering bulb casting a weak glow. You notice a rusty fire escape leading up to a second-story window - the perfect entry point.

Enid shivers, pulling her collar up against the chill night air. She scans the front of the building, noting the ornate iron gate and the dim lights from inside. There seem to be cameras positioned above the door, but no obvious alarms.

You quietly ascend the fire escape, each step sending a faint creak echoing through the alley. At the window, you peer inside, spotting rows of shelves packed with dusty tomes and strange artifacts. In the center of the room, a glass case catches your eye - and inside it, the priceless first edition of "The Tell-Tale Heart".

You carefully pry open the window, wincing as the old hinges let out a soft groan. With a deep breath, you hoist yourself inside, landing softly on the creaky wooden floorboards. The musty smell of old books and mothballs fills your nostrils as you creep through the shadowy aisles, your heart pounding in your chest.

As you approach the glass case, you can't help but marvel at the beauty of the ancient tome. The leather cover is worn and cracked with age, but the gold lettering still glints in the dim light. You reach out, your fingers trembling slightly as they brush against the cool glass.

Just then, a sudden noise from the front of the store makes you freeze. Footsteps, slow and deliberate, growing louder with each passing second. You glance around frantically, searching for a place to hide, but the open layout of the shop offers little cover.

Panic rising in your throat, you duck behind a nearby shelf, praying that whoever it is won't spot you. The footsteps grow closer, accompanied by the jingle of keys and the click of a lock being undone.

You hold your breath, pressing your back against the wall as the footsteps draw nearer. Your heart hammers in your chest, threatening to give away your position. The shop door creaks open, and a beam of light slices through the darkness, illuminating a section of the floor just inches from where you're hiding.

"Who's there?" a gruff voice calls out. "I know someone's in here!"

You remain perfectly still, barely daring to breathe. The light from the doorway sweeps across the room, and you shrink further into the shadows, praying that your black clothes will camouflage you against the dimness.

The footsteps move closer, the owner of the shop clearly searching for the intruder. You consider making a run for it, but the thought of being caught red-handed with the stolen book makes you hesitate.

The owner's footsteps pause just outside the aisle where you're hiding. Your palms are slick with sweat as you grip the edge of the shelf, preparing to bolt if necessary. The seconds tick by agonizingly slowly, each one feeling like an eternity.

Suddenly, a hand reaches around the corner, grasping at the air mere inches from your face. You flinch instinctively, but manage to hold your ground, not daring to make a sound. The owner steps into view, his thick-rimmed glasses reflecting the dim light as he scans the area.

"I've got you now, you little thief," he growls, his breath hot and rank as it washes over you. "Come on out, hands where I can see them!"

Your mind races, desperately trying to formulate an escape plan. You could try to overpower him, but he's significantly larger than you, and the risk of him calling the police is too high. No, you need to be smart about this.

As the owner takes another step forward, you make your move. Ducking low, you sprint past him, heading straight for the back of the shop.

The owner bellows in anger, his heavy footsteps thundering after you. "Stop, thief! I'm calling the cops!"

You don't dare look back, pouring every ounce of speed into your desperate flight. Your lungs burn as you race through the cramped aisles, dodging past stacks of books and leaping over precariously balanced piles of occult trinkets.

Just as you're certain the owner is about to catch you, you spot the back door. With a burst of adrenaline, you lunge for it, your fingers scrabbling at the handle. The door swings open, revealing the darkened alley beyond.

You tumble out into the night, the cool air hitting your face like a slap. Behind you, the owner's furious shouts echo from the shop, followed by the shrill ring of a phone - no doubt calling the police.

You don't stop running until you're several blocks away, your chest heaving and your legs burning with exertion. Only then do you allow yourself a moment to catch your breath, leaning heavily against a brick wall as you gasp for air.

You turn to Enid who’d been running after you, “you’re an amazing lookout..” You mumble sarcastically.

Enid looks absolutely terrified, her eyes wide and her face pale in the moonlight. She's breathing hard, her chest heaving with each ragged gasp. "I... I tried to warn you," she stutters, her voice trembling. "I saw him coming in and I ran to find you, but... but you were already gone."

You push off the wall, your legs still shaky from the adrenaline rush. "It's okay," you say, trying to sound calmer than you feel. "We got away, that's what matters… I got the book.”

You pull the book from your jacket, holding it up in the moonlight. The leather cover glistens, and you can't help but feel a surge of pride at your successful heist.

Enid's eyes widen as she takes in the ancient tome. "Wow," she breathes, "you actually did it. You stole a first edition Poe book!"

You grin, tucking the book safely back into your jacket. "Of course I did. I told you, I'm the best thief in town."

Enid shakes her head in disbelief. "I can't believe you just broke into a store and stole something. That's so... so..."

"Cool?" you suggest, raising an eyebrow.

Enid laughs nervously. "No, not cool. Crazy! You could have gotten in serious trouble."

You wave a dismissive hand. "But I didn't. And now Wednesday is going to have the most amazing birthday present ever."

Enid bites her lip, looking uncertain. "Are you sure about this? I mean, what if she finds out you stole it? She might be mad."

“She won’t. Trust me.”

—

After weeks of planning and anticipation, the day has finally arrived. You've managed to lure Wednesday out of the house under the pretense of a "special surprise", blindfolding her before she could ask too many questions. Now, as you guide her down the street towards the escape room, your heart is pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"Where are we going?" Wednesday asks, her voice muffled by the blindfold. "This better not be some kind of lame party or something."

You can't help but chuckle at her grumpy tone. "Relax, Wednesday. It's nothing like that. Just trust me, okay? I promise you're going to love it."

Wednesday huffs but doesn't protest further, allowing you to lead her onwards. As you approach the escape room, you can feel a sense of anticipation building in your gut. You've put so much thought into this surprise, and you're determined to make it perfect.

The door to the escape room looms ahead, and you take a deep breath before pushing it open.

As you guide Wednesday inside, the blindfold is removed, revealing a dimly lit room decorated with eerie candles and macabre artwork. Wednesday blinks, her eyes adjusting to the gloom as she takes in her surroundings.

"What is this place?" she asks, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Some kind of gothic-themed restaurant?"

You grin, shaking your head. "Nope. It's an escape room. And it's all for you, Wednesday. Happy early birthday."

Wednesday's eyes widen, a flicker of surprise crossing her usually stoic features. "An escape room? Seriously? You know I hate those tourist trap things."

You place a hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I know, but this one is different. It's tailored specifically to your interests. Mysteries, puzzles, all that creepy stuff you love. Plus, it's just the two of us. No annoying strangers to deal with."

Wednesday narrows her eyes, studying you intently. "Okay, I'll bite. What's the catch? There's no way you'd actually think I'd enjoy some dumb escape room."

You can't help but smile at her skepticism. It's one of the things you love about Wednesday - her sharp mind and unwillingness to be fooled by empty gestures.

"No catch," you assure her, holding up your hands in a gesture of sincerity. "I know how much you love a good mystery, and I thought this would be a fun way to celebrate your birthday. Plus, I may have mentioned to the owners that you're a bit of an expert in this kind of thing. They're really excited to have you try it out."

Wednesday's expression softens slightly, a hint of curiosity sparking in her dark eyes. "They know about me? How?"

You shrug, trying to play it cool. "I may have dropped a few hints about your... unique skill set. But they were sworn to secrecy. This whole thing is just between us."

As you and Wednesday enter the dimly lit escape room, you can't help but feel a rush of excitement. The space is decorated with an eerie attention to detail, filled with cryptic symbols, antique furniture, and a general atmosphere of macabre intrigue.

Wednesday's eyes dart around the room, taking in every detail with a keen curiosity. "Looks like they did their research," she murmurs, running a finger along the spine of an ancient-looking book resting on a nearby table.

You nod, grinning with pride. "I told you, I made sure it was the perfect fit for you. And trust me, the best part is yet to come."

Wednesday raises an eyebrow, but before she can respond, a low, ominous voice echoes through the room. "Welcome, dear guests," it intones, "to the Addams Family Escape Room Experience."

Wednesday's head snaps up, her eyes widening with surprise. "Wait, what?"

The voice continues, "In this immersive adventure, you'll navigate the twisted world of the Addams family, solving puzzles and unraveling secrets.”

The voice pauses dramatically before continuing, "Your objective is simple: escape the room before the clock strikes midnight, or risk being trapped forever in the Addams family's morbid mansion."

A sinister laugh echoes through the speakers, sending a shiver down your spine. Wednesday, meanwhile, seems entirely unfazed, her expression one of intense focus as she begins to examine the room more closely.

"Impressive," she admits grudgingly, running her fingers along the intricate carvings on a nearby bookshelf. "They've really captured the my family’s aesthetic."

Wednesday's eyes narrow as she takes in the details of the room, her mind already working to piece together the clues. The walls are adorned with eerie paintings and strange artifacts, each one seemingly hiding a hidden meaning or secret.

"Okay, let's start with the basics," Wednesday mutters, more to herself than to you. She begins to methodically search the room, her movements precise and purposeful.

As she works, you can't help but marvel at her incredible focus and deduction skills. It's like watching a predator stalk its prey, every action calculated and deliberate.

Wednesday pulls a dusty old book from the shelf, its pages yellowed and brittle. As she flips through the pages, her eyes widen. "Found something," she says, showing you a page filled with cryptic symbols and riddles.

You lean in closer, trying to decipher the message, but it's like reading a foreign language. "What does it say?" you ask, feeling a bit lost in the face of Wednesday's brilliance.

Wednesday's lips curve into a small, enigmatic smile as she traces her finger over the cryptic symbols. "It's a riddle," she explains, her voice low and conspiratorial. "A challenge, of sorts."

She reads the words aloud, her tone almost reverent:

"Seek the key that lies within

The heart of darkness, where the shadows begin."

Wednesday closes the book, her gaze sweeping the room once more. "Darkness, shadows... I wonder if that's literal or metaphorical."

She strides over to a large, ornate mirror hanging on the far wall. As she approaches, you notice a faint glow emanating from the frame, pulsing in time with some unseen heartbeat.

Wednesday reaches out, her fingers hovering just above the surface. "Interesting," she murmurs, her breath fogging the glass. "This could be it. The 'heart' of the room."

She turns to you, her eyes glinting with a newfound intensity. "I'm going to need you to do something for me," she says, her voice steady and commanding.

"I need you to stand behind me," Wednesday instructs, her voice low and authoritative. "And when I give the signal, I want you to push me against the mirror as hard as you can."

You blink, taken aback by her request. "What? Are you sure that's safe? I don't want to break it or hurt you."

Wednesday's eyes narrow, a hint of impatience flashing across her face. "Trust me, Y/N. I've done my research. This mirror is reinforced, designed to withstand pressure. It's part of the puzzle."

Still uncertain, you nevertheless comply, moving to stand behind her. Wednesday positions herself in front of the mirror, her stance wide and her muscles tensed. She nods once, a silent signal for you to proceed.

Taking a deep breath, you place your hands on her shoulders, feeling the firmness of her muscles beneath your palms. With a grunt of effort, you push, propelling Wednesday forward into the mirror.

As Wednesday collides with the mirror, there's a blinding flash of light and a crackling sound, like electricity surging through the glass. For a moment, you're blinded, your vision swallowed by the brightness. But as the glow fades, you blink rapidly, trying to clear your eyes.

When your vision returns, Wednesday is gone. Vanished. In her place, the mirror reflects an image of a dark, shadowy hallway stretching into the distance.

For a heart-stopping moment, you're frozen in shock, your mind struggling to process what just happened. Then, as panic starts to set in, you hear a voice echoing down the hallway, distant but unmistakably Wednesday's.

"Y/N! I'm in here!"

You lean closer to the mirror, your breath fogging the glass as you peer into the shadowy depths. "Wednesday?" you call out, your voice sounding small and uncertain. "Where are you?"

There's a pause, and then Wednesday's voice returns, sounding strained and urgent. "I'm stuck, Y/N. I need you to follow me. Quickly!"

"Hurry, Y/N!" Wednesday calls out, her voice echoing strangely in the shadowy hallway beyond the mirror. "I think I found the key, but I can't get it out."

Your heart pounds as you lean closer to the mirror, your reflection staring back at you from the darkened glass. The image of the hallway wavers and shifts, as if the shadows themselves are alive and moving.

Taking a deep breath, you reach out and press your palm flat against the mirror's surface. The glass is cold and smooth beneath your fingers, but as you apply pressure, you feel it beginning to give way, like a door yielding to a firm push.

With a grunt of effort, you step forward, feeling the resistance of the mirror against your body. For a moment, it's as if you're being pressed between two planes of existence - the real world behind you, and the shadowy realm ahead. Then, with a final heave, you stumble through, tumbling into the darkness beyond.

You land on your hands and knees, the floor beneath you cold and damp. As you push yourself upright, you see Wednesday standing a few feet away.

She's standing in a shadowy corridor, her face illuminated by the faint, eerie glow emanating from the walls. Wednesday's eyes widen as she sees you emerge from the mirror, relief and urgency flashing across her features.

"Thank god you're here," she breathes, her voice trembling slightly. "I was starting to think I might be trapped in here forever."

You take a moment to orient yourself, taking in the strange, otherworldly environment surrounding you. The walls seem to pulse with an inner light, casting shifting shadows across the floor. The air is thick and heavy, carrying an unsettling scent of decay and old secrets.

"What is this place?" you whisper, your voice sounding too loud in the oppressive silence.

Wednesday shakes her head, her eyes never leaving the object clutched in her hand. "I'm not entirely sure," she admits, her tone uncharacteristically uncertain. "But I think it's part of the escape room's final challenge."

She holds out the object for you to see - a small, ornate key, its metal surface etched with strange, twisting symbols.

Wednesday holds the key up to the flickering light, examining its intricate design. "The inscription... it matches the symbols from the riddle in the book. I think this is what we've been searching for."

She glances around, her eyes scanning the shadowy corridor. "But there's no lock here. We need to find where this key belongs."

You nod, following Wednesday's gaze as she begins to move down the hallway, her steps cautious and deliberate. The walls seem to shift and sway as you pass, the air growing colder with each step.

Wednesday stops suddenly, her head tilting to the side as she listens to a distant sound. "Do you hear that?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the oppressive silence.

You strain your ears, trying to pick up on any noise. At first, there's nothing, but then you catch it - a faint, rhythmic thumping, like a heartbeat echoing through the darkness.

"It's coming from that way," Wednesday says, pointing down a side passage branching off from the main corridor. "We need to follow it."

As you and Wednesday move deeper into the shadowy realm behind the mirror, the atmosphere grows heavier and more oppressive with each step. The thumping sound grows louder, more insistent, echoing through the dark corridors like a macabre heartbeat.

Wednesday's brow furrows in concentration, her eyes scanning the walls for any clue or hidden passage. She moves with a predatory grace, her steps silent and purposeful as she navigates the twisting labyrinth.

Suddenly, she stops, her hand shooting out to grab your arm. "Look," she hisses, her breath hot against your ear.

You follow her gaze to where the wall seems to ripple and shift, like water disturbed by an unseen hand. As you watch, a shape begins to emerge from the shadows - the outline of a door, its surface covered in the same eerie symbols that adorn the key in Wednesday's hand.

Wednesday's grip on your arm tightens, her nails digging into your skin. "This is it," she breathes, her voice trembling with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "The final challenge."

Wednesday's hand trembles slightly as she raises the key, the metal glinting in the eerie light emanating from the walls. With a deep breath, she fits the key into the lock, the symbols aligning with a satisfying click.

As the lock disengages, the door creaks open, revealing the room they’d started in.

"That was... impressive," she says, turning to face you. "I mean, it was still an escape room, but at least it had some real challenges. Whoever designed this clearly knows their stuff."

You step forward, a mischievous grin playing at the corners of your mouth. "You're welcome," you say, pulling the carefully wrapped package from behind your back. "Happy birthday, Wednesday."

Wednesday's eyes widen as she takes in the small, rectangular shape of the gift. She reaches out tentatively, her fingers brushing against the smooth paper. "What is it?"

"Open it and see," you encourage, handing her the package.

Wednesday tears into the wrapping paper with gusto, revealing the pristine leather cover of the book underneath. Her eyes widen as she reads the title embossed in gold lettering: "The Tell-Tale Heart" by Edgar Allan Poe.

"Is this...?" she breathes, running her fingers reverently over the ancient binding. "A first edition? Y/N… How much did you spend-“ She begins, ready to scold you.

“-I stole it.”

Wednesday's eyes snap up to meet yours, her expression a mix of shock and awe. "You... you stole this for me?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there's an undercurrent of something else beneath the surface - something that sends a shiver down your spine.

"That's right," you confirm, stepping closer to her. "I knew how much you loved Poe, and I wanted to give you something truly special for your birthday. Something no one else could ever give you."

Wednesday's gaze drops back to the book, her fingers caressing the leather cover with a reverence that borders on obsessive. "This is... incredible," she murmurs, almost to herself. "I can't believe you'd go to such lengths for me."

You reach out, gently tilting her chin up to meet your eyes once more. "Of course I would," you say softly, your voice low and intimate. "You're worth it, Wednesday. More than worth it."

Wednesday's breath hitches as your fingers brush against her skin, her dark eyes searching yours for any sign of deception or ulterior motive. But all she sees is sincerity, and maybe something deeper - a longing that mirrors her own.

"Why?" she asks, her voice barely audible. "Why would you do this for me?"

You lean in closer, your lips nearly brushing against her ear. "Because I care about you, Wednesday," you murmur, your breath warm against her skin. "More than I've ever cared about anyone else. And I wanted to prove it to you, in a way that no one else could."

Wednesday's heart pounds in her chest, her body responding to your proximity in ways she didn't know were possible. She's always prided herself on her emotional detachment, her ability to remain unaffected by the whims and fancies of others. But with you, she feels herself crumbling, her carefully constructed walls beginning to fall away.

Wednesday's breath catches in her throat as your lips brush against her ear, your whispered confession sending a jolt of electricity through her body. For a moment, she's frozen, her mind reeling as she tries to process the intensity of the moment.

But then, slowly, she raises her hand, her fingers coming to rest gently against your chest. She can feel the steady thrum of your heartbeat beneath her palm, a reminder of the life and warmth that lies beneath your skin.

"Y/N," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "I... I don't know what to say."

You pull back just enough to meet her gaze, your eyes dark with desire and something deeper, more profound. "You don't have to say anything," you murmur, your hand coming up to cup her cheek. "Just let me show you."

And then, before she can react, you're leaning in, your lips capturing hers in a kiss that steals the breath from her lungs. Wednesday's eyes flutter closed, her body melting into yours as she surrenders to the sensation of your mouth moving against hers.

Wednesday's mind reels as the kiss deepens, her senses overwhelmed by the taste and feel of your lips against hers. She's kissed you before, of course - quick, furtive pecks stolen in the dark corners of school. But nothing like this. Nothing that makes her feel so alive, so utterly consumed by the other person.

Your hand moves from her cheek to the back of her neck, your fingers tangling in the silky strands of her hair. Wednesday lets out a soft moan, her body arching into yours as her hands come up to grip your shoulders. She's never felt so wanted, so desired, and it's both thrilling and terrifying all at once.

For a long moment, Wednesday is lost in the sensation of your kiss, her mind going blank as she succumbs to the heat of your touch. But then, with a sudden surge of willpower, she pulls away, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath.

Wednesday's eyes snap open, her gaze locked with yours as she tries to regain her composure. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen from the intensity of the kiss, and she can feel a warmth spreading through her body that has nothing to do with the heat of the moment.

—

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Impurities VI

Synopsis: You're the new girl at East Highland High, your only goal is to get through school. Until you come across Nate Jacobs

Genre: slight fluff, suggestive

Pairing: Nate x fem!reader

Warnings: manipulation, lying, jealousy, consumption of alcohol, mentions of weed, Imk if I missed something

Song rec: doin’ time - ldr I lauren - men i trust | the color violet - tory lanez | outwest - jackboys | private landing - don toliver

WC: +7,1k

Other parts: previous part, next part

A/N: Thank you guys so much for being so patient with me I really appreciate it, a special thanks to @lilyrachelcassidy for proofreading, and helping me with this part💋 and also thank you 💿 anon for the ideas you gave me in your asks ᥫ᭡

A few days have passed since Nate and Max's encounter, and to Max's dismay, Nate was now involved in the planning of his birthday. It wasn't only weird for you, because you felt like Max was scared of Nate, it was also extremely uncomfortable for Max, who felt like he was walking on eggshells.

The three of you sat together in a nearby café, as you went over the final details for the party. You couldn't help but notice that something was off. Something about the way Max avoided looking at both of you, and the way he sometimes stumbled over his words when he explained something.

He wasn't like this when you two met up alone. He was funny, constantly cracking jokes, talking to you normally and he was full of enthusiasm. He wasn't this nervous or quiet and reserved.

You tried to ignore the feeling, reminding yourself that this was for Nate's birthday, and that everything should be easier now that he's in on the plan. But you just couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.

You glanced at Nate, who looked as calm as ever. But something about his calmness made you suspicious, because you were sure that Nate was really perceptive, always paying attention to his surroundings and the way people behaved.

He wasn't oblivious, so why didn't he ask Max what's going on? Did he simply not care, or was he still mad because you met up behind his back? Did they have a fight you didn't know about?

You felt like, every time Nate said something or disagreed with something Max said, Max got quieter and agreed with him.

It made you feel weird, and you just wanted the meeting to end as quick as possible, so you could escape the tension and be alone with Nate. You remembered thinking about hanging out with both of them when you met up with Max for the first time.

But this is not how you imagined it.

"What do you think about that?" Nate suddenly asked, as he placed his hand on your thigh, the touch pulling you back to reality. You looked back at him, as you tried to remember what they were talking about.

When Nate saw the confusion written all over your face, he continued "Max and I were talking about who we should invite, and I said that we should only invite a few people from the team, the cheer squad and some of the other popular students."

You nodded along, trying to catch up "That sounds good.. but don't you think we should also invite those, that aren't necessarily popular?" you asked nervously.

The popular crowd always used to intimidate you.

No matter which school you went to, the popular kids would always make you uncomfortable. Whether it was because they saw everyone else as below them, or because they bullied everyone who dared to disobey them.

You didn't really interact with any popular kids yet, except for Nate, Maddy and Max, and you were absolutely scared about what the others might think of you.

You didn't dress like them, you didn't act like them, and you were well aware of the looks some of the girls gave you, when you walked hand in hand with Nate, not to mention the chuckles and giggles that would follow sometimes.

You weren't sure how you're supposed to spend more than five minutes in the same room with them. You didn't expect Nate to be by your side the entire time either, of course he would want to talk to his friends.

Nate pretended to think for a moment as his gaze sharpened "I'm not sure, baby.. I don't want a bunch of randoms at my party. I mean what if they cause problems?" he reasoned calmly.

You nodded understandingly before you responded "No, you're totally right.. It's just I really think, it might be a good chance for other students to feel included too, you know?" you explained carefully.

Nate didn't give a crap about the 'normal students' and he felt like you shouldn't either. Sure, some of them were your friends now, but he couldn't help but feel like you both were above them.

He couldn't tell you that though, you would get the wrong idea of him. "Fine.. I mean you can invite your friends too, it's just that I don't know the other students. I'm not.. excluding them or anything just because they're not popular. I just know the popular crowd way better, and most of them are cool." he explained

"Right Max?" he asked as his gaze wandered back to his teammate. Max nodded "Yeah, they're super chill." he quickly replied, as he looked at you –but not for long, way too scared that Nate might misinterpret it again.

You nodded understandingly "Alright, thank you for letting me invite my friends.." You smiled at Nate, who smiled back at you as his thumb rubbed over your thigh. "But there are some people who definitely aren't welcome, like Maddy and Cassie, and their friends.. They're just bad news." Max nodded in response.

"Are you sure they'd even consider coming in the first place, though?" he asked softly, to which Nate shrugged "I'm sure Maddy and Kat wouldn't, but Cassie... I mean fuck, she still used to text me everyday until recently." Nate scoffed.

That was new.

Why didn't he tell you about that? You furrowed your brows as you looked at Nate "What do you mean she still texted you until recently?" you asked, completely bewildered. Nate just shrugged nonchalantly "Why didn't you tell me?" you added.

Nate sighed "Because it's not important, I don't care about what she does." He reasoned. You nodded "Okay, but I think it's important. I mean, she's clearly harassing you.." you responded.

Nate wasn't sure how to feel about this side of you. He's seen you jealous before, but you never verbally showed it, so this was new to him. "Well, what am I supposed to do? I already blocked her, but she still calls me with an unknown number.." he defended himself.

The truth was, he didn't exactly block her.

He was seriously scared that Cassie would approach you one day, and tell you everything that happened between them, or him and Maddy.

That's why he was scared to block her at first. He even tired threatening her not to do it many times, but she had nothing to lose and he knew that.

"Maybe I should talk to her." you mumbled grumpily. Nate immediately shook his head "No absolutely not, you're not gonna talk to her, alright?" he declared, his tone more serious "Cassie's fucked in the head, you can't talk to her, who knows what she'll do.." he reasoned.

"Then it's even more important that I talk to her, because she clearly didn't listen to you." Nate sighed again "Y/n, please.. can we just not talk about this in front of Max?" he asked, his tone just the slightest bit annoyed. You shook your head "No, I'm actually glad he's here, I'd love to hear his opinion."

Max swallowed harshly. He was so glad he wasn't a part of this discussion so far, and now he had to give his opinion on something like this, while Nate was right in front of him.

"Um.. I'm sure if Nate says he handled it, you shouldn't have to worry." he shrugged. You sighed "He clearly didn't handle it if she still calls him."

Nate liked how much you cared about him, and how furious you seemed to get, just because another girl was texting and calling him. But he also felt weird because his girl was trying to take care of his business, when it should be the other way around.

Nate looked back at Max as you continued "I mean, calling your ex with an unknown or hidden number is so.. creepy. Especially if you bombarded them with texts for literal weeks." you explained.

"She's gonna stop eventually, it's really not that deep." Nate reasoned casually. "No, you don't get it. Do I have to remind you how angry you got when you found out Max and I were meeting up behind your back? How is this any better?" You suddenly blurted out.

Max was so sure he couldn't feel more uncomfortable at the beginning of your meeting, even when it became gradually worse, but now he was sure it was still possible.

He looked at Nate with fear in his eyes, sure that he was probably about to get mad at you, when he saw that cold look in his eyes for a split moment.

Nate looked back at you "You can't compare that. You literally lied to me when I asked you who you're meeting up with, I didn't lie to you about Cassie." he said, his voice slightly lower than before.

"Yeah, and instead of trusting me, and letting me handle something, you forced the truth out of me." you retorted sarcastically. Nate didn't like your tone at all, and he wanted to assert himself "Look, I'm sorry okay? I'm sorry for caring so much about you, and wanting to know the truth, jesus.."

You squinted your eyes at him, because that's exactly what your mother would say, when she tried to make you feel bad for something she did. You were sure that Nate didn't do it with any ill intent, and that he probably just did care a lot, but you couldn't help but notice the similarity.

And Nate seemed to notice that you were thinking about what he just said, just by the look on your face "That's literally something my mom would say in an argument." you pointed out, before raising your hand in defeat. "But, hey, I get it, you're worried and we both made mistakes. But please understand that I don't want Cassie to harass us."

Nate nodded understandingly, calming down just slightly, once he heard the sincerity in your voice. "I'll take care of it, don't worry, alright?" he said, as he stroked your cheek gently. Despite not wanting to let him go that easily, you couldn't help but smile and lean into his touch.

He knew this would work, it always did when you were to disagree with him.

"So, where were we?"

A few days had passed after you two met up with Max, and with the birthday party just two days away, you were more than glad the stress of planning everything was over.

You even found a birthday present for Nate.

You recently went to a jewelry store nearby, where you came across a silver bracelet. It was classy, but not too extravagant which meant he could wear it all the time. You even decided to pay some extra money to get the initials of your first names engraved into it, just to make it even more special.

You were sure you'd be broke after Nate's birthday, since you also had to buy something to wear to the party.

Which is why you were at the mall right now.

When Nate asked where you'd be going after school and you told him you'd look for something to wear to his birthday, he immediately wanted to come along, to help you choose.

But you wanted your outfit to be a surprise, and you definitely wanted to impress him and show him that your sense of fashion changed for the better.

You entered one of the many stores in the mall and immediately felt somewhat.. strange.

You were so used to going shopping with Nate, that it felt strange to enter the shop alone now. It felt like your social anxiety got even worse now that you were alone with all these people in the store.

You wished you were invisible.

It was hard to understand why you felt this way, because you were so sure that you missed going alone, with your earbuds in, trying to ignore everyone else around you. But now you wished Nate was here with you, holding your hand and almost dragging you along with him when he found something new for you to wear.

You didn't like how dependent you were on him, because you didn't want to burden him in any way. Just because you were together didn't mean you'd have to be glued to each other all the time.

But the urge to call him and tell him to come right now was immense. Especially because Nate told you that you could call him if you want him to pick you up from there.

You tried to calm down, and turned the volume of your music up, before taking one last deep breath, and walked further into the store, deciding to check the dresses out first.

Once you saw the rack of dresses, you instantly knew you had to get one since you were sure Nate would want you to wear one.

However, upon further inspection, you noticed that they were all either short, see through, or both. You were used to wearing skirts on the shorter side, so you decided that choosing a short dress wouldn't be that bad.

Not to mention, that you were sure the other girls would also wear something that would show a lot of skin. You didn't want Nate to look at them, and be sad that his girlfriend didn't dress nicely.

You took three different dresses, and made your way to the dressing room.

Once you closed the thick lilac curtain, you sighed feeling relaxed now that you were truly alone. You tried each of the dresses on, looking at each and every angle.

Then you finally decided to wear the last dress you put on: A sultry black satin dress, which had a more sexy look compared to the others. It was also rather short and contained two strings next to the waist, which you could use to adjust the length of the bottom.

You missed wearing darker clothes, and this dress was the perfect opportunity to do so, while also making Nate happy.

You made your way over to the cash register, trying to calm your nerves as you prepared what you were going to say to the young woman. Usually Nate always handled this kind of stuff, and you never had to say anything to the cashier, except for a 'bye' once Nate was done.

But you had to get used to it, you didn't plan on letting Nate do everything for you in the future.

"Where are you going dressed like this?"

You were just about to leave for Nate's party when your mother interrupted you.

It wasn't just the fact that you wore a short dress this time, no. You were well aware of the fact that you looked like you were about to go to a club.

You adjusted the length of your black dress on one side earlier, causing the dress to expose one of your thighs. You also decided to wear some simple, matching black heels, which you wore to one of your dad's company parties, as well as the YSL bag Nate bought you.

And yeah, maybe you also wore more makeup, and smelled like you bathed in perfume, but today was an important day after all.

"I'm going to Nate's birthday party.. I already told you." You rolled your eyes, not ready to have yet another discussion with her, just because of the way you dressed.

"Yeah, of course you are.. why did I even ask." Your mother scoffed, to which you rolled your eyes. "Your dad and I have to talk to you.. either now or when you're back." she announced.

You tilted your head and looked past her, your eyes landing on your father who was sitting in the kitchen. You gulped, scared of what they were about to tell you.

"Fine, just tell me tomorrow.." you said. Sure, you were curious about what they wanted to tell you, but in case it would ruin your mood, it would be better to find out after Nate's birthday.

You didn't want to be pissed on his special day. Also, you and Max worked so hard to make this day perfect and you wanted to enjoy yourself. Not to mention that you couldn't possibly hide your feelings from Nate.

Your mom nodded in response "Alright," she eyed you up and down in a disapproving manner once more, "have fun at Nate's party." she added coldly, but you didn't miss the undertone.

You subtly narrowed your eyes at her before leaving. Now you were sure whatever it was your parents wanted to tell you, would put you in a bad mood.

You were well aware of the fact that they disapproved of your relationship with Nate, and it was safe to assume that they were about to try to separate the two of you.

"Max, where are the balloons?" you shouted across the huge living room "Um.. I think they're still in my car, I'll get them just gimme a sec!" he yelled back.

You two were currently decorating the living room, since the party was about to start soon. You told Nate explicitly to let you two handle the decoration alone.

Which obviously irritated him again.

Not really because he was scared that you'd cheat on him, it was more the fact that Nate had no control over what the two of you would be talking about. What if Max would come clean with you, and tell you everything Nate said to him in the locker room?

Nate knew deep down that Max probably wouldn't do that, or that it might only happen if you would confront him about it. But since you didn't have any suspicions in the first place, he was sure you wouldn't ask.

Not to mention that Nate could –and would– ruin Max's life in return.

Once Max returned from his car, you started pumping them up together. "I'm so glad almost everything went well." you sighed. "What didn't go well?" Max asked as he furrowed his brows.

"Actually, the most important thing.. It's not a surprise anymore." You replied "But that was his fault, not ours." you added jokingly. Max nodded in return, contemplating whether to ask you about what happened or not. But his curiosity got the best of him.

"How did he find out by the way? You never told me, you just texted me that he knows." Max asked carefully, yet with a hint of a chuckle to keep the conversation as lighthearted as possible.

You sighed in return "He.. got mad at me. Apparently he saw me get into your car after school, and he thought I was cheating on him." you rolled your eyes.

Max chuckled nervously "Oh.." he was so glad that Nate didn't approach him first, because he definitely wouldn't have listened to Max. Hell, he'd be glad if he'd even still be alive afterwards. "Yeah, I was so sure he didn't see me.." you frowned.

Max was also sure he couldn't have possibly seen you.

Because when your lessons ended, Nate still had one lesson left. So how was he able to see you get into his car when he was sitting in his classroom?

The only possible time when he could've seen you two together, was maybe at the mall in case he rushed there after school for some unknown reason. Or... when he drove you home..

Goosebumps broke out on his arms at the mere thought of him following you around. Sure, Nate was possessive, but that possessive? "Yeah, same..." He added as he played around with the balloon.

"But.. why did he think you're cheating on him?" Max started again. "Probably because I lied to him about going to Mia's place." You explained, "He basically had to force the truth out of me." you joked.

Max suddenly looked up from the balloon in his hand. "He forced it out of you?.. How?" He asked hesitantly, not sure if he wanted to know what horrible things he put you through in order to get you to speak.

This time you looked down at the balloon in your hand. You didn't want to think about it, you knew he was just scared and acted out on it. "Oh he just... kinda lost his temper.." You responded softly.

Max cursed himself for actually caring. He shouldn't be this close with you, even if he had no romantic intentions with you.

Nate made that very clear.

But he just couldn't help but feel incredibly bad for you. "He didn't hurt you.. right?" he chuckled drily, his eyes scanning your expression.

You quickly shook your head, chuckling as well "No, Nate wouldn't hurt me.. he just got angry and hit the wall.." you trailed off.

Sure, that's what happened, but you definitely left out a few things. The fact that he said a lot of condescending things, and pushed you against said wall, for example.

Max noticed that there was more to the story, simply by the way you were fidgeting with the balloon. But he decided not to press any further, since he didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable. Plus, he could already tell that Nate probably berated you.

"Jesus, that sounds pretty rough.. I hope you're okay now." Max responded to which you nodded "Yeah, everything is fine now, don't worry." you reassured him.

Just as Max was about to say something, you were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. You didn't pay attention to the time as you two decorated everything, so you didn't notice that it was that late already.

You looked at Max, as he stood up and went to open the door. You were praying that it was one of your classmates which you invited earlier this week. But once you heard multiple voices, which all didn't belong to any of your friends, you started to feel on edge.

Max came back into the living room with three other girls and two guys. You smiled at them as you greeted them. You noticed that the girls were part of the cheer team.

You haven't really talked to any of the girls from the cheer team before, but you were sure that Max was close to them. So the thought of just sitting there while they all chatted and laughed, made you feel extremely anxious.

But to your surprise, they were friendlier than you thought. Once they entered the room they greeted you, the girls even complimented your look, despite them looking just as good.

And as you chatted with them, the time seemed to go by so much faster. Until everyone arrived and it was finally time for Nate to arrive.

It wasn't a surprise party anymore, but you demanded Nate to only come once everyone arrived and you finished decorating.

You looked into the mirror in the hallway once more to check if you still looked as good as you did when you left the house.

You quickly grabbed your purse and refreshed your perfume before fixing your dress a little bit "Y/n, Nate just pulled up in the driveway!" Max whisper-yelled. "Coming!" you responded.

You asked Max if he could buy a cake for today and luckily he found one. He even refused to take your money when you wanted to pay for it.

You placed a few candles onto the cake, ready to welcome Nate with the cake in your hands. "Did you light the candles?" You asked as you quickly jogged into the living room. "I'm on it.." He said, as he and another guy from the football team lit the candles.

You heard the thud of Nate's car door, and looked back at the candles which were finally lit. Then you quickly took the cake into your hands while Max made his way to the door, opening it before Nate could ring the door.

Nate's eyes widened in surprise, as everyone said "Happy birthday!" in unison. But even despite the fact that there were about 40 people in front of him, his eyes landed on you, his beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend who smiled so lovingly at him.

And then his eyes were fixated on your dress.

And the way your current position allowed him to catch a glimpse of your chest "Make a wish!" you pushed him, as if the candles were waiting to be blown.

He chuckled, before closing his eyes and quickly thinking of a wish. Then he blew the candles out, and everyone cheered.

And still, he only spared them a quick glance and a smile before putting his focus back on you, and making sure to place a kiss onto your lips. This again caused some of the guys to roar once more.

"Thank you guys for coming, I really appreciate it," Nate finally spoke. "and thank you, for planning all of this with Max." he smiled down at you, as he cupped your cheeks. "Can we get a round of applause for my beautiful girlfriend?" Nate added, which caused you to shyly nudge him.

And as if on demand they started to applaud you.

It always fascinated you how much influence Nate seemed to have over almost everyone. No matter what it is, they'd literally do anything if he demands it. You couldn't help but wonder what caused everyone to just blindly follow him like that.

After a few minutes, the party finally got started. Hip-Hop music was blasting through the speakers, and some of the students already made their way to the kitchen, grabbing bottles of liquor and cups, ready to mix their drinks.

Some other students were simply sitting in the living room while chatting and laughing, some were outside smoking. And you were left with Nate who just smirked at you.

You chuckled once he stayed silent "Why are you looking at me like that?" Nate scoffed "Have you seen yourself? You look fucking amazing." he reasoned, as his hands made their way to your waist.

"Can't believe you chose that dress..." he added, as he paid attention to how the material felt under his hands.

"I'm glad you like it.." you smiled.

"Shit, I don't just like it, I love it." he confirmed.

"I wish I could take it off though.." he added as he looked down at your cleavage. You shyly glanced around, hoping no one saw or heard the two of you. "Can we go outside for a moment? I still need to give you your present." you smiled proudly.

Nate furrowed his brows. Did you really buy him something? After you must've spent so much for this party already. "What present? I thought this party was your present already." he chuckled.

You shook your head "Nope, I got you something." Nate blinked at you, seemingly at a loss of words. "Come on, I wanna give it to you!" you exclaimed as you grabbed his hand and pulled him outside.

Nate was still dumbfounded, trying to guess what you could've possibly bought him. "Close your eyes and extend your hand." You grinned. Nate scoffed before he complied.

You quickly pulled the small gift box out of your purse, before softly placing it in his hands "You can look now.." you whispered. Nate slowly opened his eyes and inspected the gift box, before looking back at you "Y/n, you really didn't have to do this. I'm sure the party was expensive enough.."

And he really meant it.

He knew that Max also paid for some of the stuff, but that didn't change the fact that he didn't want you to spend that much money on him. He was the man in the relationship, and he should pay for your things, not the other way around.

He already planned on paying you back, giving you princess treatment, taking and eating you out, the list was long.

"I know, but I don't care if I spend money on you for once. It's your birthday after all, and today should be your special day." You smiled, and he couldn't help but lean down and press a slow, loving kiss onto your lips.

You kissed him back softly, before Nate looked down at you and caressed your cheek "I don't deserve you.." he whispered softly as he frowned.

You shook your head in response "I don't deserve you, Nate." you responded, as your hand stroked Nate's. "You've done so much for me, it's only right I treat you good too for once."

Nate knew he was right. He didn't deserve you.

But he just had to be selfish and keep you all to himself. He was sure you two were meant for each other in a way, and he'd try his best to make you happy.

"Come on now, open the present!" you urged, excited to see his reaction. He chuckled in return before finally turning his attention back to the box in his hand. He lifted the top and looked at the bracelet inside.

Then he removed it from the box and inspected it further. "Do you like it..?" you asked nervously. When Nate didn't respond and just continued to inspect the bracelet, you added "I actually... engraved something into it."

Nate looked at the silver rectangle-shaped charm, which indeed had their initials engraved. Nate swallowed harshly as he just stared at it for a moment.

While his silence was a sign of adoration and appreciation, you took it as a negative sign, maybe he didn't like it, or it was too much that early into your relationsh- "Y/n..." he said softly.

You looked up at him "Y-yes?" Nate averted his gaze from the bracelet back to you "Fuck.. I don't even know what to say..."

Nate recently thought about buying promise rings for you two, but he didn't want you to think things were moving too fast, so he decided to wait.

But your present just showed him that you felt the same way about him. He couldn't help but feel proud as he looked at you "That's probably the best present I've ever received. Thank you so much.."

He opened the bracelet and tried to put it on, as fast as possible. When you noticed how he struggled however, you chuckled "Come on, let me help you.." Nate held his hand in front of you, and you instantly closed the bracelet. "I'm so glad you like it." you finally squealed in excitement.

Nate chuckled before wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning down to press kisses all over your face, and neck.

God, he needed to be inside you.

"I love you so much, princess," he whispered into your ear. "Can't wait 'til we're all alone later, so I can show you just how much I appreciate you," he rasped, which caused your eyes to widen in both excitement and shock.

"Is that a promise?" you asked shyly "Of course it is." He smirked in return. "Let's go back inside, and get something to drink, yeah?" You nodded in return, as you followed him back inside.

Nate made a beeline towards the kitchen, your hand in his as he pulled you through the crowded living room. "So... I assume you never really drank any alcohol before, right?" he asked as he opened Max's fridge.

You nodded slowly "I had like.. one glass of champagne at one of my dad's company parties.." you stated, hoping he wouldn't think you're too boring "Cute." he chuckled "But I'm gonna show you the real stuff now, I'm sure you'll like it."

Nate placed a cup in front of him before he grabbed a bottle of bacardi, and poured some of it into the cup. Then he placed the bottle back onto the cabinet and grabbed some pineapple and coconut juice, also pouring some of it into the cup.

He himself grabbed a bottle of vodka and poured it into his cup, not bothering to mix it with anything. Once he was done, he handed you your cup and smiled at you. You excitedly looked into the cup, and took a sip of it.

You furrowed your brows, since you expected it to taste a lot like alcohol, but for some reason you could only taste the juice. "Wow.. you're a pro at mixing drinks." You smiled "It barely tastes like alcohol, right?" he smirked, to which you nodded.

Nate took a sip of his cup as well, his facial expression barely changing as he drank the vodka. "Can I try yours?" Nate smiled in return "You can, but I'm not sure if you really want to." he held his cup invitingly towards you, before you grabbed it and took a small sip.

Your face almost immediately contorted as you shivered. Your stomach started to heat up, as you felt the hard liquor run down your throat. "Ugh.. How can you even drink that with a straight face?" you asked.

Nate couldn't help but laugh at how innocent you were as you looked up at him, completely confused. "You just get used to it when you attend a lot of parties." he reasoned.

You shook your head "I don't think I can attend enough parties to make this taste fine.." Nate chuckled, as you took a few large sips of your own cup, to make the taste go away.

Then you placed your cup down onto the counter "You want me to mix you something new, before we go back to the living room?" Nate asked, once he noticed your cup was almost empty.

You contemplated for a moment before finally nodding "Sure, as long as it's not just vodka.." you joked. Nate smiled before reaching for your cup.

While he was busy mixing you a new drink, you couldn't help but think about what he said earlier. You were anticipating whatever Nate would do to you later. No matter what you two did so far, it always felt good and he paid so much attention to your pleasure.

You noticed however, that he was holding back sometimes, maybe because he was scared to hurt you, or afraid you'd judge him. You weren't sure.

You were hoping that Nate would let go tonight, and fully trust you. But no matter what would happen, he promised to appreciate you tonight.

And you knew that Nate always kept his promises.

Nate and you made your way back to the crowd as the loud music blasted through the speakers. some students were dancing, some were chatting, and some were downright making out.

Nate walked over to the couch, before plopping down next to one of his teammates, who was clearly in another world judging by the look on his face.

Nate smirked, as he patted his lap invitingly. You shyly sat down, not putting your full weight on him until he pulled you closer towards him. The smell of weed filled your nose and you scrunched your nose in return.

"Yo.." he slurred, as he held what you assumed to be the source of the smell in his hand. "Is that your first one tonight?" Nate nodded towards the joint in his hand. The other guy shook his head "Nah, probably my third." He mumbled before taking a drag.

Then he held it towards Nate, offering him a hit as well. Nate hesitantly took the joint out of his hand before taking a drag.

He wasn't sure how you'd react to him smoking, maybe you'd think bad about him, or dislike it. But once he noticed you were just raising your eyebrows at him in surprise, he was sure you didn't.

"Didn't know you smoke." you said teasingly, which caused him to chuckle. "Yeah, I mean I don't do it regularly of course.." Nate defended himself before taking another drag, and passing it back to his friend.

"Why? Do you mind?" he asked nonchalantly, wanting to make sure you really didn't mind. You shook your head "No, as you said, you don't do it everyday." you replied.

To be honest, you were curious about what it felt like to be high, but you were way too nervous to try it. Everyone perceived it as something dangerous, and your parents warned you, telling you it’s a dangerous drug.

It was already exciting enough to drink properly for the first time, and so far you didn't really feel much. You just hoped nothing bad or embarrassing would happen to you.

Nate paid close attention to your cup, encouraging you to take a sip from time to time. And whenever it was empty he'd ask if you wanted a refill.

After your third refill you started to notice the effect of the alcohol. You were currently sitting next to Nate, since his friend decided to get up at some point.

Nate observed you well enough to notice that you were starting to get tipsy. He was surprised it didn't happen earlier since you were so new to drinking.

But it didn’t bother him, he knew there was enough alcohol left to get you absolutely drunk. "Everything alright?" he asked, placing his hand on your thigh to get your attention.

You slowly looked over at Nate and nodded with a content smile "Yeah.. what about you?" you asked, visibly tipsy. Nate chuckled "Yeah me too. Is your cup empty? You haven't tried malibu one yet." He added.

You chuckled in return "Malibu.. sounds fun, I'm in." you quickly emptied your cup, and hummed afterwards. Then you held your cup towards Nate, your moves uncoordinated.

"Don't you wanna come along?" he asked as he got up. You pouted and shook your head "I like the couch, it's comfy." you mumbled before leaning your head back onto the headrest.

Nate actually would've preferred it if you would've come along with him. He didn't want to leave you on your own in your current state.

He didn't trust the other tipsy or drunk guys around you, who knows what kind of ideas they might get. He sighed "Alright, I'll be right back. Stay here okay?" he said sternly, but the tone didn't reach you "Yeah sure.." you smiled, as you closed your eyes.

As Nate rushed into the kitchen, you lost yourself in the music which was blaring through the speakers, as the bass vibrated through your body. And before you knew it, Nate already returned with your cup in his hand.

"Wow, you were so quick." you exclaimed as you tried to sit up straight again "Yeah, didn't want to leave you alone here." he explained, trying to sound neutral.

Your eyes followed his every move as he sat down next to you again. Your gaze completely fixated on your boyfriend. You still weren't over the fact that you got so lucky to be dating him.

You couldn't help but stare at him as the dim party lights illuminated his face. He looked so pretty while he took a sip from his cup, before licking his lips. Everything about him was mesmerizing.

Your eyes trailed down from his face to his shoulder, then to his muscular arm which held the cup in his hand. You wanted nothing more than for Nate to manhandle you. You blamed it on the alcohol, as if you didn't also have these thoughts when you were absolutely sober.

"You still there, Princess?" Nate asked, as a smirk threatened to make its way to his lips. Nate felt your gaze burn into his side, and when he looked at you he instantly knew what kind of look that was.

"Mhm, why?" you asked before taking a sip from your cup. "Mhh, is this the malibu drink you were talking about?" Nate smiled as he nodded "You like it?" you took another large sip before answering "Yeah, this might be the best drink I've had tonight." you said.

Nate chuckled before leaning back against the sofa. When you remained quiet for some time, Nate glanced over at you, noticing that you were still staring at him "What's wrong, hm?" he asked as he turned towards you.

You giggled in return before averting your gaze back to the cup in your hand. "Nothing 's just.." Nate waited patiently for you to continue "You just.. you're really hot.. you know?" you finally responded.

Nate chuckled in response, "That so?" he asked before leaning in closer "What's so hot about me, hm?" You swallowed, because even that was hot.

"Where do I even start," your speech seemed to have become more slurred by now "you're so, so tall, your voice makes me feel things I didn't know I could feel."

Nate raised an eyebrow at your bold confession, not used to you being so open about your thoughts with him, but also loving every second of it. Then your free hand moved towards his arm, slightly squeezing at his biceps "And your arms.. hmm.. so strong." you giggled.

The way you talked to him made him want to ditch his own birthday party, and take you home to have you in every way possible. Nate leaned in even closer "My arms huh?” he teased, slightly flexing the muscle below your hand. “What else, Princess?” He asked, his tone almost teasing as he was genuinely curious.

You smiled, your heavy lidded eyes glued to his face. “Everything about you is hot.” you confessed, the alcohol clearly loosening you up. “Your jawline,” you breathed “your eyes– the way you look at me sometimes.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine once you noticed, that Nate was giving you the exact look you just mentioned. “The way I look at you.. How exactly do I look at you?” he asked, “I don’t know how to explain it, it’s like… you only have eyes for me,” Nate hummed in response.

“like you own me.” you pointed out, too amazed to stop the words from slipping out. Nate raised his eyebrows ever so slightly, pleasantly surprised by your words. “Like I own you, huh?” he murmured, his voice low enough to make your stomach flip.

He leaned in, his lips nearly brushing the shell of your ear “Maybe that’s because I do.” he whispered, his hand slowly moving to rest on your thigh, and his grip firm enough to make you gasp.

You felt a wave of heat wash through your body. The alcohol in your system seemed to make things even more intense than they were already, everything around you felt blurry, but his touch and his words were crystal clear.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to meet your gaze “Do you like that? Knowing you’re mine?” he asked, as his thumb stroked over your exposed thigh. As if on autopilot you felt yourself nodding.

“Yeah?” he pressed, loving the way he clearly affected you. Before you could answer his hand slid further up your leg “Good,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

“Because you’ll always be mine.”

✎Holy shit this took way too long, but here it is. I’m currently working on the next part and hope that I can finally add hyperlinks again since it hasn’t been working for a week now. As always I hope you guys enjoyed it, and I’d like to thank you all for reading and supporting me throughout this truly awful time.♡

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mother-above · 1 year ago

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All the Time in the World

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Azriel and his family are reminded that even fae don't have all the time in the world.

*I've made some edits! (nothing major)

Warnings: fluff, angst, death, swearing, grief (this is my formal apology to you all)

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Everything happens for a reason.

Those are five words people say to cope and rationalize why bad or good things happen. Azriel, Rhysand, Cassian, Morrigan, and Amren are no strangers to those five words. They thought about it daily, sometimes it was their first thought after waking up. You were always in their dreams, sometimes frolicking in a meadow, they wouldn’t see your face, but they knew your body, how your hair blew in the wind, how your arms lifted to feel the sun's warmth. Sometimes you were the main character of their dreams. So vibrant and full of life while tugging their hands to make them hurry and keep up with you whether it was running errands in Velaris or on a mission.

Sometimes, they would whisper, “Everything happens for a reason” before they slept. They would go about their day and even if it were filled with love, happiness, and laughter there was always a missing piece, a void that could never be filled.

You were an enigma. So powerful, so enchanting, the nobles in Hewn City knew to keep you hidden away. But someone like you could never go unnoticed, especially when you could manipulate the elements. You’d been surrounded by earth and rock all your life. You just knew there was something more, you felt it when you touched the granite walls, the stone told you of the sun beating down, of the wind and water that battered the outer layers of the mountain.

Fae with your powers could never be contained for too long, the Court of Nightmares was a prison you were bound to escape. The nobles trained you like a warrior, Keir hoped to use you to usurp the High Lord, but he acted too late, your power had grown.

When Rhysand became High Lord, he caught wind of your presence, a flourishing beacon of power trapped underground. Rhysand, Azriel, and Cassian took it upon themselves to investigate where this power was coming from. When they landed on the mountain, they were met by a female who paid no attention to the Illyrian warriors.

Your head was thrown back as you savored the hot kiss of the sun for the first time. Around you was granite rubble, and when they looked fifty feet to the right, a gaping hole came straight from the mountain's depths. You had dug yourself out and the Illyrians had no idea how.

Finally acknowledging the three brothers, you eyed the male with violet irises. “They told me your name is Rhysand. That I have to kill you.”

Azriel and Cassian’s siphons flared as they drew their weapons and pointed them menacingly toward you.

That was the first time you met the young High Lord and his brothers. All it took was for Rhysand to read your unguarded mind to see what you are and how you’ve been raised. To Azriel and Cassian’s surprise, Rhysand invited you to live with them. Shortly after that, you were acquainted with Morrigan who you’ve seen around before, and this ancient creature named Amren. The six of you became a family that supported each other through thick and thin. Under their care, you developed your powers and could manipulate nature's elements in any way you could imagine.

Your type of power has never been seen before and you were dangerous only when you needed to be. Despite your rough upbringing, you were good, you were the sunshine that graced every room you entered. The only unstable part of you was how your moods could sway the environment around you, like the time that idiotic male cheated on you, and landslides affected the mountains around Illyria. On your 250th birthday, the inner circle threw you a surprise party and you were so happy, the next few days were unusually warm and sunny for the middle of winter. There was also that time Cassian pissed you off during training for pushing you too hard, a bolt of lightning and thunder cracked right above the House of Wind’s training ring. You don’t think you’ve heard Cassian scream like that before.

One would think the High Lords of the other courts hated you, but they didn’t. Yes, you were a threat because you were another powerful individual who was loyal to Rhysand, but they couldn’t hate you, it was impossible to. Amren credited you for being the reason the other courts haven’t waged war on the Night Court, your presence was soothing, and you had a way to compromise like no other. You were such a good courtier that Beron tolerated you. It also didn’t help that your laughter was infectious, Thesan and Helion made sure you were invited to every big event.

You were accomplished, sociable, and a capable elemental manipulator but you always thought your greatest achievement was bringing Azriel out of his shell. At first, the shadowsinger was apprehensive about you living with them but that quickly changed, his shadows found you interesting and you coaxed him out of the shadows. In a way, he felt obligated to help you, all your life was spent in Hewn City and even then, you were more isolated than Morrigan. He knew you were stuck in the darkness, and he wanted to show you the light. At the time, he didn’t know he needed you more.

Azriel loved to replay the memory of taking you on your first flight tour of Velaris, you gripped his neck and shoulders as you shrieked in glee. He would never be able to forget how your scent overwhelmed him that day, pine and cherry blossoms forever embedded in his consciousness. He landed by the Sidra, and you leaped from his arms and headed straight to the water. You slipped the sandals off and dipped your toes into the cool water and a wide grin spread across your face.

“Azriel! Come here!”

He obliged, he found it difficult to say no to you. He stood by the bank and found comfort from the sound of rushing water. All was calm until water splashed his shirt, and his eyes snapped open to see you with a mischievous smile, perfect spheres of water floated above your hands. With a flick of your wrist, they collided with his body, the water sticking his black shirt onto his muscular torso. You had approximately 2 seconds to admire him before a large splash headed your way. Azriel grinned as he watched you stand there in shock.

“Don’t start things you can’t finish,” smirked Azriel.

Then the water fight started and the two of you never gave up, it was elemental magic versus a strapping warrior. You called a truce and both of you walked to the townhouse soaking wet, Mor wouldn’t let you into the house till you stopped dripping so you and Azriel sat on the front steps and watched faeries of all kinds pass by. Azriel caught himself smiling at you whenever you talked, he felt safe with you, like you would never judge him for his scars or dark past. He found it easy to talk to you, you never pressured him to talk like his brothers and Mor would do. Over time, one glance was all it took for you to understand what he needed.

The two of you danced around each other for decades, neither of you brave enough to take the next step. You saw Rhysand and Cassian as your brothers but when it came to Azriel, it felt different, there was unspoken tension, a different love that ran deep and made you blush. Every time he brought a female home, jealousy filled you and the clouds became grey and stormy. Azriel felt the same way when you started dating. No one ever stuck for more than a few months, but he hated every one of the males, they would never be good enough for you. What stung the most was Azriel didn’t think he was good enough for you either.

One day, you and Morrigan were sitting at the table having breakfast. She remembers this day so clearly because she had never seen you blush that color red. Azriel stopped by to eat a banana before training, Morrigan watched you not so discreetly check Azriel out in his Illyrian leathers. When he was done eating, Azriel threw you a wink before he bounded up the stairs to the training ring.

“Have you guys fucked yet?”

You choked on the yogurt causing you to have a coughing fit. “Mor!” you hissed. “Why would you ask that?”

“The two of you work well together, you understand each other.”

You shrugged as you drank water. “He’s my best friend, how else am I supposed to act around him?”

Mor looked at you incredulously. “Do best friends check each other out? Give each other massages after a long mission? Lay their heads on each other’s laps when they read? Kiss each other on the cheek constantly? Fall asleep together on the couch? Do they-”

“Okay!” you exclaimed. “You’ve made your point!”

Your cheeks and ears were cherry red, they burned as you stared at your breakfast.

“The two of you are single right now. I think you should tell him how you feel. Azriel… is Azriel, I think he’s too scared to make the first move, he’s always been more insecure,” said Mor.

“What if he says no and I ruin our entire relationship?”

Mor looked at your beautiful features and softly laughed. “He would be lying to himself.”

A week later, you finally dared to talk to Azriel about your feelings. He was standing on the balcony nursing a glass of whiskey, staring at the distant storm clouds. You leaned against the railing and looked at him, your heart pounding.

“Are you okay?” Azriel focused on you, his eyes scanning for anything amiss.

You breathed deeply and fully turned to him. “Azriel… you’re my best friend and I wouldn’t want to change a thing, but I want more and… I think you do too.”

Azriel stared at you, his eyes wide as he tried to convince himself that this wasn’t a dream.

“Oh, gods. You don’t feel the same way and I just ruined everything, haven’t I?” Your hands covered your face as you spun around to make a run for it.

Scarred hands clamped down on your shoulders and moved you to face him. Gently peeling your hands away from your cherry-red face, he smiled as his hands cupped your cheek. “You didn’t give me time to process.”

Your lips parted in shock. “So you want more?”

Azriel leaned closer to you, his breath blowing across your face. “I want to be with you.”

Going on your toes, you met him halfway. He remembered how soft your lips were, how you tasted like the wine you had been drinking to gather your courage. Your arms wound around his neck to pull him in closer, his large hands grabbed your waist and lifted you to sit on the railing.

A giggle stopped him from kissing you. “I might fall!”

Azriel’s arms wrapped around your body. “Then I’ll catch you.”

You beamed at him and Azriel’s heart felt full, you were the light he had been chasing all his life. He pressed his lips against yours and you melted against him, a small moan of contentment escaped your lips and Azriel grinned. He needed to hear that sound from you again.

“Ahem.”

You leaned to the side to see Amren smirking at the two of you. “Fucking finally. I thought we’d have to wait two hundred more years for this to happen.”

Azriel growled. “Is there a reason why you’re interrupting us?”

“High Lord Kallias sent out a distress message, I don’t know what kind of emergency so be prepared for anything. We leave in 5 minutes.”

Azriel let out a frustrated sigh and laid his head on your shoulder. “Such bad timing.”

Your fingers went to stroke the hairs on the nape of his neck. “I know,” you purred. “We can finish this when we get back. We’ll talk more about our future and what we want.”

Azriel lifted himself and looked in your gaze, so warm and full of life. The pad of his thumb ran over your bottom lip and that’s when he felt it. That golden thread unraveled itself and snapped into place. He was startled as he looked at you, your features oblivious to the mate bond.

He blinked as he realized it had yet to snap for you. You looked at him with so much adoration that for once in his life, he didn’t doubt your feelings. Your eyebrows scrunched when you noticed a shift within Azriel.

“Nothing,” he said as he pecked your cheek and helped you down from the railing. “We’ll talk about it later.”

“Okay, we have all the time in the world,” you said as you tugged his arm to get ready.

How the enemy was able to transport a Middengard worm to Winter Court still made faeries scratch their heads to this day. There were also enemy soldiers to worry about, but Rhysand ordered you to help with the monster. According to Rhysand, it was the largest he had ever seen, and its skin was thick and impenetrable. It was getting closer to the city and no matter what the courts shot at it, it never faltered. You joined Kallias and the other fae with ice-manipulation powers to do anything to get the worm away from the city. You slammed a foot down onto the ground and the frozen earth shot upwards hundreds of feet into the sky, creating a barrier for the city.

Kallias grinned at you, and you threw him a wink, you loved using your powers. Running full force toward the worm, you conjured large razor-sharp spears from the snow and made them jut out in the ground in hopes the Middengard would impale itself. It turned out you all severely underestimated the creature, it grew in height and then slammed itself onto the earth allowing it to burrow and move underground. Your jaw dropped in horror as it quickly made its way to the city, the wall you built would not be able to withstand its power. You looked at the gleaming lights of the city and your heart dropped. There were millions of faeries in danger.

Your mind whirred as you looked at all your options and the only thing you could think of didn’t look too good for you.

Rhysand could still remember the panic he felt when his Daemati talons slammed against your thoughts. You were so concentrated; your mental walls were halfway down.

Please don’t do that! It’s too dangerous, there must be another way.

Rhysand’s fae sight let him see your soft smile, your eyes already lined with silver tears.

That’s a whole city, Rhys. you would do the same. Thank you for everything. Tell Azriel I love him.

Rhysand started screaming your name but that didn’t stop you from sprinting toward the Middengard and getting as close as you could. The moment you could detect the worm underneath you, you let out a strangled scream as you used every ounce of your power. Your arms were lifted and when your hands tightened into fists, the earth around you and the worm caved inwards. The giant earth wall that blocked the city crumbled down as you used all the materials available to bury yourself and the Middengard into the depths of Hel.

High Lord Kallias will never forget the sounds of your family screaming for you, he could still hear it in his nightmares. He remembered Morrigan throwing up and the spymaster dumbfoundedly staring into the soil you disappeared in.

***

Your death shattered the inner circle’s life, they were never able to recover your body making them feel even worse. It was too deep into the earth; the High Lords couldn’t even sense the Middengard worm. Amren had stayed behind to guard Velaris, so she was the last one to find out. No one had ever seen Amren cry but when her family winnowed in without you, looking shaken and pale, she crumpled onto the floor and let out a wail that shook the townhouse. Rhysand built a beautiful memorial for you by the edge of the city, and upon Azriel’s request, it was placed near the Sidra.

Everything had turned upside down. It rained for a whole month, and it certainly helped no one's mood. The day you died became a court holiday, the people of Velaris mourned you, even some in Illyria and Hewn City. Every year on your death anniversary, the High Lords came to visit your memorial, they brought flowers or expensive bottles of wine that you liked. Tamlin never showed up, but he always sent a courtier to deliver an extravagant wreath made of spring flowers bursting with color. You had once complimented the peonies that lined his estate and he never forgot about it.

Every time Azriel opened his eyes in the morning, he wished for sleep because, in his dreams, you were still alive. Your favorite phrase in the world was “Everything happens for a reason”, it helped you cope with your childhood and the inner circle had adopted it as their mantra. Azriel hated it. He refused to believe that what happened to you was written in the stars. He hated that you had to sacrifice yourself. Why you? Why his mate? He had loved you for so long yet so much time was wasted on others when you could have been together. The pain he felt when the golden thread disappeared was unlike anything he had felt before. Azriel thought he was dead until he saw the earth cave in with you in the middle of it. His shadows were screaming but he was numb, he couldn’t believe you were gone just like that.

Azriel swore the birds had stopped singing in Velaris, his family thought he was crazy but then they noticed it too. There were these songbirds that sang every morning and if you heard it, you whistled back and they’d respond. It was like the natural world knew you were gone. Life without you was dull, the stars didn’t shine as bright, and the sky wasn’t as blue as it used to be.

Like most things, time was the only remedy. With each year that passed, the pain slowly became bearable. Azriel was encouraged to see other people after a hundred years had gone by but nothing went past the first date, no one was ever going to compare to you. He couldn’t touch another female without feeling sick.

The inner circle had gone through so much since you died, and like clockwork, Cassian went to your memorial to sit and give you updates every week.

‘Rhys is stuck Under The Mountain. Azriel is being a pain in the ass about going to Illyria. Rhys came back from Under The Mountain. Azriel misses you. Rhys found his mate but she’s with Tamlin. Feyre threw a shoe at Rhysand. He met Feyre’s sisters. We miss you. A war with Hybern was coming. I have a suspicion my mate is Nesta Archeron. The High Lords are having a meeting and we all wish you could be there to contain everyone. I was forced to see Bryaxis, again.’

Sometimes Cassian came with other members of the family but most of the time, it was just him talking to you.

One day, Rhysand brought Feyre to your memorial, and she gasped at how beautiful it was. Using his Daemati powers, he showed his mate his most precious memories of you. You had befriended a beast in the mountains of Illyria. It was a horned creature and Rhysand had almost obliterated the monster but your delighted laugh stopped him. Yes, the beast was running at you but Rhys failed to notice your outstretched arms and bright grin. You were never scared.

Feyre squeezed Rhy’s hand as she admired the fresh flowers and gifts that were placed around.

“She was so beautiful and so kind-hearted. I wish I met her.”

“Me too,” he whispered. “You would have loved her.”

The war with Hybern was brutal. If you were still there, you would have tipped the scale and Prythian would have been winning from the get-go. Amren had to unbind herself from her body to save everyone, she was scared in her last few moments but then remembered how selfless and brave you were. The war was over but then Rhysand passed as well, sacrificing himself for the greater good, your last words to him ringing in his ears.

Feyre begged the High Lords to revive her mate and they did, her anguish reminding them of the loss they all felt when a certain Night Court member had passed. With Rhysand alive, he nodded toward the Cauldron, telling them that Amren was there too. Morrigan and Varian fished her out and Amren came out sputtering and desperately trying to gain control of her body. She kept coughing up water, so she furiously pointed to the Cauldron.

“What is it?” cried out Morrigan.

Silver tears started streaming down Amren’s face as she attempted to crawl. “I saw her, she’s in there!” she said desperately. “Get her out before she drowns!”

Every faerie looked at her like she was crazy. Who else would be in there?

Her head swiveled around until she locked into Azriel’s gaze. “She is in there.”

Azriel’s legs carried him toward the Cauldron and not a second later, Morrigan joined him as they blindly reached in. Morrigan started swearing as she felt a limp arm in there, finding the torso, Azriel helped heave the body out of the Cauldron. The female's body thrashed as she coughed out all the water she had swallowed. The High Lords and their courts burst into chaos when Azriel brushed the female’s hair off her face.

Still dressed in Illyrian leathers, there you lay sprawled and gasping for air.

a/n: thank you for reading! please let me know what thought in the comments! xoxo

Part 2

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milkbobatyun · 3 months ago

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breaking point

pairing: reo mikage x reader

genre: angstober, events

summary: sticks and stones may not break your bones, but his family's constant snide comments and degrading remarks were chipping away at your resolve.

word count: 922

a/n: i love when family trauma is able to finally play its part and allow me to write a decent fic and give me ideas LMAO

with a sigh, you unlocked the door, one hand cradling the stack of legal files before taking off your shoes at the doorway and relishing in the quiet of the penthouse. next to your shoes sat a pair of male dress shoes. it seems that reo had arrived home early.

with a crisp clatter, you dropped your keys on the shelf, padding into your study down the hall and releasing the heavy stack of files onto your desk. leaning against your arms, you planted yourself against the table, taking in a steadying breath.

steeling your resolve, you slipped the letter from the top of the pile into your bag.

walking into the kitchen, you found reo, sitting at the high kitchen island, scrolling through his phone.

wordlessly, you slid the letter across the marble surface, watching as reo’s attention shifted from the phone to the letter, before his piercing gaze turned to you.

“what is the meaning of this?” reo asked, turning the letter to you. the words glared back at you, clear as day.

divorce papers.

you sighed, defeat flooding through your body.

“i have nothing else to tell you.” you muttered, head turned away. you couldn’t meet his eyes, otherwise your tears would flow. “i’m tired of this marriage, of everything.”

loud silence filled the room, its tension so thick a butter knife could cut it. you raised your eyes, watching as confusion, hurt and despair chased across reo’s face, before it settled into a mask of mocking disbelief.

“why?” he whispered, voice wavering, anguish colouring his tone.

your heart clenched, the brave face that you tried so hard to maintain crumbled, words tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“you don’t understand, reo,” you began, tone thick with guilt and exhaustion. “ever since i married you, into your family, they have placed enormous burden on me. did you even know, that they were pressuring to resign from my job as a lawyer, to bear the son that they so desperately want, just so he can inherit the company in the future? time and time again, they paint me as the villainess. they say that i’m the one controlling you, controlling your freedom!”

your voice rose at the end, breaking through the tranquility of the penthouse.

“i...i didn’t know,” he muttered feebily, voice barely audible. but you could see, in his stance, there was defensiveness, a reluctance to believe that his family had made such demands. “why didn’t you tell me?”

your laughter was a bitter echo in the spacious kitchen.

“how could i tell you that your parents were doing something so scandalous, something that would ruin your family’s pristine, picture perfect image?”

reo broke the eye contact, guilt flashing across his face before defensiveness quickly overtook it. “maybe there’s some other way, some way to fix everything.”

your shoulders slumped, exhaustion weighing down every word as you stared at him.

“you say that now, but you weren’t the one they interrogated, asking me when we would plan on having a son, enduring the snide remarks about marrying into the family for the money and power.”

you paused, taking in a steadying breath. “you would think that grown adults know when the right time to ask such questions would be, but clearly your parents didn’t, since they decided to ask at your five-year old daughter’s birthday party.”

reo opened his mouth to respond, to retort or make an excuse on his family’s behalf, but no sound could escape. you were right, he remembered when he heard snippets of family dinner conversations, how uncomfortable you had looked. silence fills the room, as the weight of realisation settles between the two of you.

“is there no other way?” he whispers, voice raw and strained.

you looked away, your soft heart aching at the plea in his voice. before you can respond, you hear a small quiet voice call out for you.

“mama?” a quiet voice whimpered from the doorway. “are you and papa fighting again?” your daughter stood, clad in her pjs, one small hand clutching her little rabbit plush by the ear, the other blearily rubbing at her eyes.

reo lifted his head up, face contorting into a mask, pretending that everything was ok.

“hello love,” he cooed, voice gentle, the tension in the room dissipating. “no, we’re just talking…about grown-up stuff.”

your daughter took a step forward, bottom lip quivering.

“but you were yelling,” her face scrunched with concern. “mama was crying.” her eyes turned glassy with unshed tears, a pout forming.

you try to hold back the sting of tears as you scooped her into a tight hug, forcing a smile.

“oh my darling, i’m fine,” you assured her. “we’re trying to figure some things out.”

releasing her from your hold, you place your hands on her shoulders, as her head swivels between the two of you, far from convinced, but she slowly nodded her head.

“you’ll be ok, right?” she whispered, as though to assure herself. “we’ll be a happy family!” the innocence in her words twisted the guilty knife in your heart. you couldn’t bear to shatter your daughter’s dreams over the snide comments of reo’s family.

“yes,” reo’s voice was thick and husky with emotion. “we’ll be one happy family!” he echoed, flashing her a soft smile.

the promise lingered in the room, filling the loud silence. for her sake, you would try to keep that promise, but the pressure and hurt his family inflicted on you would never heal over.

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rs-hawk · 11 months ago

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My Brother’s Hot Friend: Week One

FtM Reader x Dragon

Week One, Week Two, Week Three, Week Four

Your brother got a new best friend when he was in high school. You always had a bit of a crush on him, but he was older and cold. When your friends were over at the same time as him, you’d all joke about him being reptilian. As the years went on, your brother and him stayed close. Even after they both went off to different colleges. Even after you ended up going to college.

One summer, your brother and you had come back to visit your parents. Staying in your old childhood rooms reminded you of what high school was like. Especially when he came back to visit his parents as well, so your brother and him ended up hanging out a lot. You couldn’t help but notice how tall he was-had he always been so tall? Had he always been towering man with eyes that cut through you?

Your brother was invited to a party, and to your surprise, he invited you along too.

“You’re too uptight. Every time we talk, you’re always studying. Do you even have any friends on campus? I mean, come on Y/N. You have a single dorm and you don’t even have a boyfriend to have over. It’s kind of a waste,” he teased you right after he invited you.

“You don’t have to try to pressure me. I was going to say yes anyways,” you muttered. “I’m gonna to get ready.”

“Good! You’ll have a lot of fun, and I’m bringing Drake,” he announced before running off like a little kid to his room.

You don’t know why the idea of Drake being there made you so nervous. It took you longer than you thought to get ready because of the way your hand was trembling. By the time you’re done, your brother was impatiently in the car, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel.

“Finally dude. Come on. We’re already late. All the hot girls are gonna be taken and all the good punch is gonna be drank. I’m going to be pissed if I’m stuck drinking beer all night,” he told you, speeding out of the driveway before you were even buckled up.

When you got to the party, you recognized the house as one of your brother’s old friend’s house. You’d gone for a birthday party a couple times when you were younger. So, you slipped to the bathroom to double check your appearance before you ran into Drake.

Your hair was slicked back and pulled into a tight braid that snaked down your back. The black button up you’d gone with was fully buttoned, so you took a second to unbutton the first two. It wasn’t a job interview. You knew you shouldn’t look like such a prude. Your plain jeans and boots you knew were fine, so after hyping yourself up for a moment in the mirror, you rejoined the party.

Drinks were pushed into your hand, and you got pulled into random conversations. You didn’t see Drake, but the more you drank, the less you cared. It wasn’t until some guy was chatting to you about how hard his Computer Science degree was to get that you finally spotted Drake, glaring at you from across the living room.

A laugh escaped your lips. Even when everyone else was having fun, he was cold and unmoving. The guy you’d been chatting with you acted offended, but you didn’t care all that much. Your body was warm from the alcohol, and you had a confidence you’d never had before. You apologized and slipped away from him so you could make your way to Drake.

“Hey loner,” you said with a smirk as you plopped next to him.

“What do you want?” he muttered, folding his arms over his chest and turning away.

His annoyance only made you more insistent on talking to him. You touched his arm at one point, making him reel back as if you burned him. It hurt a little bit, but you swallowed it down. Eventually, your brother came to find you, and was surprised to find you red faced and slurring drunk.

“Man, I really wanted to run Y/N home real quick so I could go home with this girl, but getting him anywhere is going to take forever,” he groaned.

“I’ll take him home,” Drake offered, though you could tell from his tone of voice he was still annoyed.

You yawned, resting your head on Drake’s shoulder. “I’m good. Seriously. Drake’s such a buzz kill that it’s not like I’m putting a damper on his night. You should go have fun though.”

Your brother laughed, ruffling your hair and fist bumping Drake. Drake muttered something you didn’t catch through the blood pounding in your ears. A few minutes after your brother left, Drake pushed you off of him.

“Come on Y/N. You can stay over with me for tonight. I don’t want to wake your folks up this late and there’s no getting you to bed quietly,” he said as he grabbed your hand, tugging you to your feet.

“Okay,” you said in a tight voice, your skin tingling where he was touching you. Your entire body was on fire.

He led you through the party, his fingers interlocked with yours to make sure you didn’t get lost. Once outside, he tugged you closer to him, wrapping his arm around your waist to keep you pressed against his side. You took the opportunity to nuzzle against his arm, almost burrowing there. You felt like you were on cloud nine.

Drake groaned and you were worried he was going to push you away, but he didn’t. Instead, he clung tighter to you, his nails feeling almost like… claws.

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daisyvisions · 1 year ago

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Forget About It - (j.cm)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: ex’s rival!Changmin x afab!reader

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Summary: After spotting your ex at a party, all you wanted to do was forget about him. And thank god Changmin is there to help you do just that.

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 2.7K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), acquaintances to lovers, oral (f! receiving), face sitting / face riding, cum eating, dry humping, groping, panty sniffing, mentions of alcohol and drinking, mentions of male masturbation, mentions of cheating (but not reader or Changmin), use of weed (smoking and shotgunning), cumming in pants, pet names (sweetheart, good girl), cocky Changmin (but a hot one), reader is sad and Changmin is here to make it all better 😘

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: Belated happy birthday to our best boy kyu! Had the idea in mind before his bday but my brain decided to shut off so I'm happy that I got the chance to finally write this out! Proofread two times (loosely). Not me thinking about Kevin saying "Forget about it" 😭 anyway! Enjoy 💕

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Network & Tag: @deoboyznet

Out of all the things that could’ve ruined your night, it just had to be spotting your ex and the girl you caught him cheating with enter the party.

‘What the hell are they doing here?’ You thought to yourself as you nearly crushed the red plastic cup in your hands leaning against the wall. You didn’t even notice ten minutes had passed just mentally throwing daggers at them from across the room.

It had been just nearly six months since the breakup, a decent amount of time for you to move on from the heartbreak. But all you could feel was the deep ache in your chest as you watched them hold hands from afar, looking at each other like two fools in love. The look he never gave you.

And suddenly, all the bad memories from that time started flashing in your mind. Especially the day of the breakup when you had discovered the pair having sex in his room when you dropped by unannounced to surprise him. You wince at memory of their shared moans being heard from behind the door.

You always knew there was something fishy about their “friendship”. You were just too in denial to think otherwise.

You were starting to feel dizzy, mainly for drinking a little too much tonight but also just seeing them together and happy. So you decide to run upstairs to the guest bathroom, lock the door, and twist the faucet to splash cool water on your face and nape. You breathe slowly and deeply as you lean against the bathroom counter.

“A knock would’ve been nice.” The voice echoing behind startles you, making your body jolt as you let out a light gasp.

As soon as you look through the mirror in front you, you see Changmin’s fully clothed figure lying inside the bathtub, deeply inhaling a blunt before letting out the smoke from his mouth up in the air.

“S-sorry…” You reply as you turn around to meet his gaze.

You knew Changmin. Had the same friends as you, usually at the same events too. You’ve talked here and there long ago, that is until you started dating your ex and he was always insistent on reminding you to stay away from him.

You never understood why, but of course you did anything to keep your ex happy by listening to whatever he told you to do.

There’s an awkward pause between you too as his eyes scan you from head to toe, noticing your disheveled appearance and heavy aura.

“Need some help there? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’m fine. I’ll be fine.” You shake your head as you try to compose yourself.

“If you say so.” He shrugs before taking another puff, tilting his head up to the ceiling to exhale. Your breath hitches with the way he looks as the cloud of smoke slowly escapes his lips, making smoking appear attractive to you for a moment.

“I too would be pissed as fuck seeing my cheating ex in a party.” Changmin utters out as he stares at the ceiling.

Your eyebrows raise in surprise. “How did you-”

“You look like you wanted to strangle them from across the room.” He smirks.

“Oh… you saw that?” You feel your cheeks growing warm from feeling embarrassed. He nods at you in response.

“Want a puff? You look like you could use it.” He reaches his hand out with the blunt between his fingers.

“Oh uh. I don’t know how-” You look down as you try to hide your embarrassment from him.

“Hmm… If that’s the case then c’mere.” He motions you with his other hand.

Changmin adjusts himself to sit upright as you walk over to kneel beside him.

“Okay, I’m gonna take a puff then blow the smoke into your mouth. Cool?” He looks into your eyes as he takes the end of the blunt between his lips and starts inhaling slowly.

“Y-yeah. Sure.” You stutter as you nearly squirm in your spot. The thought of his face being close to yours making you feel all shy suddenly.

Changmin leans over the bathtub, his hand gently holding your cheeks together with one hand to slowly open your jaw. He leans closer to your face, keeping eye contact with you as he blows the smoke inside your mouth.

You try hold back the small whimper forming in your throat. His natural confidence making your heart flutter and the scent of his cologne making you feel lightheaded.

“All better?” He whispers as this thumb strokes your cheek.

You slowly nod in response, earning you small chuckle from Changmin before pulling away from you and lean his back against the tub once more.

“…Do you think I could hang out here for a while?” Your voice almost comes out as a whisper. “Not in the mood to bump into them anytime soon.”

Changmin’s heart slightly aches with the way your sad doe-eyes look at him. He wish he could do something right now that would help you forget everything your ex did to you.

He nods and swings his legs over the bathtub to make room for you beside him. He lends out his hand for you to grab as you get up and climb inside, sliding down to sit as you prop your legs over the bathtub as well.

You lean your head back and close your eyes for a moment, the muffled music behind the door playing as you control the pattern of your breathing.

“You know-” You turn your head and open your eyes to look at Changmin as soon as he speaks.

“It’s a shame what you ex did. Wanted to punch him in the face as soon as I heard the news.”

“Don’t you always want to punch him though?” You slightly smile, remembering that Changmin and your ex hated each other’s guts.

“Yeah well, even more so because he hurt you like that.” He turns his head to face you.

“You suddenly care about me Min?” You jokingly ask.

“Always have sweetheart.” He smiles back.

You feel your cheeks getting hot as you catch his eyes quickly flicking down at your lips. His Adam’s apple bobbing as he slowly swallows and soaks in every feature on your face, committing it to memory.

“I never understood why my ex would tell me to stay away from you.” You whisper back trying to break the tension.

“Yeah? What would he say about me?” He leans his head on the side of the bathtub, eager to know what you’ve been told.

“Many bad things.” You chuckle. “Like you’re a cheater, you don’t treat women right, you’re an A-class douchebag, the list goes on.”

“Kinda sounds like he was describing himself don’t you think?”

“Now that you mention it-” you both laugh with each other.

“And… Did you believe any of it?” Changmin looks directly into your eyes.

“N-no…” You whisper, not realizing your body is leaning closer to his.

“Good… Good girl.” His voice goes an octave lower as he brushes the loose hair from your face and tucks it behind your ear.

You feel your whole body is on fire. You’ve never had someone have this kind of effect on you, not even your ex when he was being incredibly flirty. The kind that just sends electric waves through your system, raging butterflies in your stomach, and not to mention the growing heat between your legs.

You try to subtly press your thighs together, attempting to relieve the throbbing ache in your core. But this little movement goes unnoticed by Changmin. He smirks to himself, amused with how reactive you are with him.

“I can make you forget about him-” Changmin suddenly speaks.

“W-what?” Your eyes widen at his vague choice of words.

“Just-” Changmin gently lays his hand on your thigh, slowly rubbing it up and down on your exposed skin. His touch making your core pulse harder than ever.

“-Let me help you forget. Do you wanna forget about him?” He reaches for your chin with his other hand and strokes your bottom lip with his finger, making you lightly gasp.

“P-please…” You whimper.

As soon as utter that one word, Changmin immediately presses his lips against yours. You’ve never felt such hunger in a kiss before, but it was something you wanted to always feel from now on. You kiss him back with the same level of hunger, focusing on how his lips move with yours.

And before you know it, you both move in sync swinging your legs back inside the bathtub. His eager hands holding you by your hips as you climb on top and straddle him. Both your bodies feeling the slight ache of the bathtub’s hard structure pressing but you don’t pay it mind.

His hands sneak under your skirt, placing them on your ass as you wrap your arms around his neck. You deepen the kiss further and smoothly insert your tongue inside his mouth.

Changmin groans at the feeling, squeezing your ass in his hands before mindlessly dragging your hips back and forth again this growing bulge. You moan into his mouth, the friction of his jeans rubbing against your throbbing bud making you so wet you’re sure you’re gonna leave a stain on him after this.

But Changmin would wear that stain proudly he thinks to himself. Any mark you would leave on him tonight he would wear it with pride. Truth be told, he had always found you so beautiful. The way his heart would beat faster every time he would see you, wishing one day that you’d notice him.

So to have you here on top of his lap, kissing him like this with your hands in his hair was more than he could ever wish for. Thank god the weed in his system gave him a bit of confidence to just play whatever cards he had with you tonight. And he was gonna play all of them as much as he could just to have you close to him for as long as he can.

“Wait-“ Changmin mumbles against your lips as he tries to pull away from you.

The way your eyes looked blown out and the sheen of saliva coating your lips was enough to have his cock stirring in his jeans.

“Is there something wrong?” Your eyebrows knit in confusion.

“What- No! Nothing could ever be wrong. Just- fuck-“ Now it was Changmin’s turn to stutter.

“Want you to sit on my face” he says so boldly.

“I-uh…are you sure? It’s just that-” You try to look away from his lustful gaze.

“Just what?” He holds up you chin to look at you.

“I’ve never been… You know…”

“Wait… you’ve never been eaten out before?” Changmin’s eyebrows raise.

“Please don’t laugh-“ you cover your face with your hands, embarrassed by your sudden confession. But Changmin holds your wrists pulls your hands away from your face.

“Oh sweetheart…” He strokes your cheek gently.

“I’d be honored to be the first one… Will you let me?” He asks with the most gentle voice. You nod in response.

“Stand up a bit.” As Changmin helps you get off his lap his hands go under your skirt to pull down your underwear, pocketing it for himself at the back of his jeans. He slides down his whole body, his back now fully laid against the floor of the bathtub. You could feel just how wet you’ve become with the cool air hitting your exposed cunt.

You adjust yourself and step over him, positioning your core right above his face before slowly kneeling down. Just as he was about to close his eyes and wait for you to sit on him you stop, leaving a gap between his mouth and your sweet sweet pussy. He could sense your nervousness already.

“Let me show you why he told you to stay away from me-”

Before you even get the chance to reply, Changmin hooks his arms around your thighs and presses you down against his face.

He immediately starts kissing your pussy lips before lapping at your cunt, the feeling of his tongue running through your folds and flicking your throbbing clit before taking it into his mouth and sucking on the bud.

Words are suddenly caught up in your throat as you let out whines and moans. You never thought being eaten out would feel so fucking good.

Your hand instantly finds it place on Changmin’s head, grabbing his short hair in attempt to keeping yourself balanced over him as other hand leans on the ledge of the bathtub. But the vibrations of his groan against your core as you pull on his hair makes it harder for you to keep your composure.

And somehow, best part about this is you can’t even see how Changmin is eating you out since your skirt is covering his face. Being unable to visually see his tongue licking between your folds as his nose nudges your clit heightens the sensation even further.

“Mmm so fucking sweet-” Changmin mumbles under you.

And Changmin is living his best life right now. He can’t believe your ex never did this to you and that he gets the honor of being the first one. He can feel how strained his cock is against his jeans as he continues on.

It doesn’t help that not only do you taste so good, but the pretty moans you give him are just as sweet. And if by some weird turn of events he ended up dying tonight, he would gladly die smothered between your legs.

“Feels so good…” You whine.

Your moans start to get louder and a bit more slurred, signaling to him that you’re close to reaching your high. And without warning, Changmin holds your hips down and grinds your cunt against his mouth.

“Shi- wait, Changmin I might cu-ugh!”

You yelp in surprise, both hands pulling his hair as you feel the knot in your stomach tightening further. The sounds of slurping and his grunting pushing you to the edge of ecstasy.

Your high hits you like a flash of lightning, making you involuntarily close your thighs together, squeezing Changmin’s face as your body squirms from the overstimulation. You hear Changmin moaning against your cunt as his hips involuntarily lift, indicating that he also reached his own high.

It’s the way your body convulsed as you orgasmed that made him explode in his jeans, the way your thighs squeezed his head had him nearly fainting from how hot that felt.

Oh he’s definitely replaying this moment in his mind from now on whenever he jerks off.

As soon as you’ve both calmed down from your highs you help each other freshen up, fixing each other’s appearances before heading out of the bathroom.

“You’ve got a little something there-” You point at the liquid at corner of his mouth, instantly knowing that it was a leftover smear of your essence on his face.

Changmin swipes it with his pinky, quickly examining it before sucking on his digit. Humming at the sweet taste of you as he keeps eye contact. He pulls you close by the waist, making you gasp as he leaves a small kiss on your lips.

“Wanna get out of here?” He whispers. You also give him a small kiss and smile, biting your lower lip as you nod in response. “Meet me outside okay? Lemme just freshen up a bit more.”

“Okay. See you outside-” You kiss his cheek before leaving the bathroom.

Changmin stays inside for five more minutes before heading out. As soon as he opens the door, he’s met with the face of your ex.

“Oh! What a pleasant surprise. Was wondering when I would be able to talk to you again-” Changmin smiles.

“About what exactly?” Your ex gives him an irritated look.

“About how sweet your girl actually is. Sorry, your ex-girl.” Changmin pulls out your underwear from his pocket and deeply inhales the wet patch left in front of your ex, staring into his eyes with a smirk on his face. Your ex’s eyes bulge out, knowing exactly what Changmin was implying.

“And by the way…” Changmin steps closer to your ex and leans close to his ear to whisper,

“She tasted absolutely divine. Not that you would know of course.”

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foreverisntenough · 23 days ago

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‘Movie Night’

Summary: If only life was like the movies. For years, you’d flirted with the idea of something more with Trent, your brother’s best friend. You'd always danced around the edges of something more with him, sharing flirty moments that felt like scenes straight from the cinema. You had been silently desperate for the main character of your life’s film to finally get the boy but you knew moments like that were saved for Hollywood. The lines were clear; you were always going to be his mate’s little sister. So what happens when you go off script? In a whirlwind of passion, secrets, and stolen moments, you're left wondering: will you and your brother's best friend get the happy ending you've been waiting for, or was it never meant to be more than a fantasy?

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Warnings: This series is 18+ MDNI [ smut, dv, loss of a parent, drinking - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series!

Disclaimer: Still the same.

Chapter 24 - 'Parties' | ‘Movie Night'

word count - 11.3 k

It was Megan's birthday. It was a chic restaurant. You were okay to go, maybe not excited but the car ride with Trent, Jack, and Noah filled with jokes on the way there made you feel a little better, the new dior bag in your hand didn’t exactly make things worse either, and Layla would be meeting you there. It wasn’t meant to be an awkward night but it felt almost looming. Things with you and Trent were resolved to a degree but it was fresh and you knew that. But you also couldn’t avoid the fact that things were different once you and he spoke, maybe you’d even go as far to say better in fact. You were going to weather the storm of that video together. Be together, and not let Josh affect what you both wanted. On the way there you made Jack stop and get Megan flowers. When you arrived you watched as Megan got a bit teary as Jack gave her the flowers. He was good to her. He’d play a role in front of people that maybe he was more indifferent about the relationship than he actually was but in reality, he loved Megan, you knew he did. He took care of her as you would expect him to.

“Thank you, Jack. This is so sweet,” Megan murmured, holding the flowers close. Her eyes glossed over as Jack handed her the bouquet. She smiled warmly, a little laugh escaping her lips before she pulled him in for a hug and a kiss. You stood a few steps away, watching the interaction with a satisfied grin. Jack might have grumbled the whole car ride, but you knew it was a facade, seeing Megan’s reaction was worth it, he wanted that reaction. Trent stepped in behind you, his arms snaking around your exposed waist, pulling you back against his chest. His warm breath tickled your ear before he placed a soft kiss behind it.

“So it’s not just you that cries at flowers,” he teased, his low chuckle rumbling against your back. You turned your head slightly, your cheeks puffed with a playful pout.

“I don’t cry at flowers,” you replied with an exaggerated roll of your eyes, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. He laughed again, his grip on your waist tightening as he swayed you gently in his embrace.

“They make you happy though, hmm?” he murmured, his voice low and tender, moving on from his subtle tease.

“Yeah,” you admitted, your tone softening as you leaned into him. “So happy.” Trent smiled, his big hands sliding lower to rest on the curve of your ass as you turned in his arms to face him. You rubbed your nose against his, your breath mingling as the world around you faded into the background.

“Get you flowers every day,” he whispered, his voice just loud enough for you to hear amidst the chatter and music of the party. You giggled, your fingers lightly tracing the edge of his jaw.

“That’s too often,” you replied with a playful lilt. “My room would be full.” You giggled. His lips quirked into a lopsided grin, and he cupped your cheek with one hand while the other stayed firmly on your waist. The sound of that laugh, the one that only came when you felt safe, letting yourself be loved, rifled through Trent’s heart.

“I’d fill a million rooms if it keeps you happy,” he said softly, his thumb brushing tenderly over your cheek. Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned in to place a gentle peck on his lips. His hand on your cheek quickly dropped back to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. For a moment, it felt like the party disappeared—like it was just you and Trent, wrapped up in each other’s warmth. Noses brushing, foreheads almost touching, you shared soft smiles that spoke volumes. The spell broke when Jack’s voice cut through the moment.

“Move your fucking hands,” he harshly whispered as he walked by, pretending to swing a jab at Trent. You could tell there was a humor behind his strained tone though. Trent’s head snapped up, a laugh bubbling out of him as he shifted you slightly to shield you from Jack’s playful threat. Trent swung one arm back at Jack in mock retaliation while keeping you securely tucked against him with the other. You giggled, biting your lip as you tried to hide your smile, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and joy. Jack shook his head with a grin. “Unbelievable,” he muttered as he continued on his way, but there was no real heat behind his words, not even a little. Trent turned back to you, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Best friends, yeah?” he joked, his tone light. You laughed, resting your forehead against his chest.

“I think you’re lucky he didn’t actually try to punch you,” you teased. Trent’s arms tightened around you as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Worth the risk,” he murmured. Standing there in his embrace, surrounded by the buzz of the party, you felt a sense of normalcy settling in—a new kind of normal where Trent was your anchor, your happiness, and your safe haven. And as much as Jack pretended to disapprove, even he couldn’t hide the fact that he was starting to accept this new reality too.

Although there was nothing normal about being in the same room as the girl who had sent a video of you and your boyfriend to your abusive ex, but you didn’t know that yet. Still, you were anxious enough at the sheer thought of seeing Jess again. Although Trent had told you nothing happened, he’d never loved her, you still really didn’t want to even see her. The very idea made your chest feel tight, even as Trent’s reassuring presence anchored you.

Unbeknownst to you, Layla had discovered the truth about Jess but hadn’t told you yet. She couldn’t imagine breaking the news over text, so she’d decided to wait. She was wrestling with how and when to tell you without ruining things with Trent—and without sending you spiraling. When Layla arrived, she found you standing near the entrance, laughing softly at something Trent had whispered in your ear. The sight warmed her heart, even if it made the guilt twist harder in her stomach. She called out to you, her voice bright and excited despite the heaviness of her thoughts.

“Hi, gorgeous girl! I love this!” she squealed, taking your hands in hers and twirling you around like a doll on display. “Lemme see! Lemme see!” She cooed with a question in toe. You laughed, indulging her as you spun on the spot, your sequined top sparkling in the dim party lights. It was something your mum used to do, a habit that had somehow transferred to Layla over time, something your best friend took over duties of indirectly once she passed. Now, it was one of your small rituals, a way to keep her memory alive in the happiest of moments.

“The most gorgeous girl in the room,” Trent murmured in your ear, his hands warm on your waist as he pulled you back into him. You giggled, resting your hand on his.

“Never far behind,” Layla teased, moving to hug Trent with her signature mix of sass and charm. Trent chuckled, releasing you briefly to wrap Layla in a friendly embrace.

“Nah, never with her,” he replied with a slow, self-assured smirk, his tone low but final.

“Good,” Layla chirped as she pulled away, her voice light and happy. She’d known Trent liked you for years, most people did, so it made her happy he finally could actually act on those feelings. Make you feel loved but still, a pang of guilt gnawed at her. She’d kept her discovery about Jess quiet for now, but seeing how content you and Trent were together only made it harder. You two genuinely were good together. It made sense and yet she had information that would throw a wrench in it. She didn’t want to ruin this moment—your smile, his protective warmth around you—but she knew you’d need to hear the truth sooner rather than later. As Layla stepped back, her gaze flicked briefly across the room, and her jaw tightened when she caught sight of Jess at the bar, her posture relaxed and smug. Layla’s fingers curled into fists at her sides, but she smoothed her features before you noticed anything was amiss. For now, she would keep her focus on you, on making sure you enjoyed the evening, enjoyed being Trent’s before the storm hit. “I’m so glad you came tonight,” she said, her voice bright again. “You and T are like… disgustingly cute.” You blushed, leaning back against Trent with a soft smile as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“He’s alright,” you teased.

“Alright?” Trent scoffed, pretending to be offended as he squeezed your waist. “Don’t downplay me now.” Layla laughed, but her mind was already spinning, calculating how to tell you what she knew without tearing your world apart. She decided to let you have this happiness—just for a little longer.

You found yourself deeper into the crowd later on, Trent’s arm wrapped securely around your waist as though it were second nature. The noise of the party blurred into the background, the chatter and music reduced to a faint hum. Your world was narrowed to him. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you felt safe, grounded, and at ease. But more than that, you were captivated—completely and utterly. You tilted your head slightly, gazing up at his face, studying the way his perfectly sculpted lips moved as he chatted effortlessly with a friend. His voice was low and calm, his laugh soft and melodic, and you couldn’t help but admire how naturally at ease he was. What struck you most, though, was just how beautiful he was. It felt almost unfair. His lashes were long, dark, and thick—the kind you swiped on three layers of mascara to try and replicate. His cheekbones looked sculpted by an artist’s hand, while you paid Charlotte Tilbury a small fortune to achieve a fraction of that definition. Even his skin had a glow you envied, and it made you want to roll your eyes at how effortlessly flawless he seemed. Occasionally, you’d press a soft kiss to his shoulder trying not to interrupt but let him know you were thinking about him, and without missing a beat or breaking the rhythm of his conversation, he’d lean down and kiss your hair in return. It was like a silent conversation, a rhythm only the two of you shared. Each time he gave your waist a cheeky squeeze, you’d feel your lips curl into a shy smile. His subtle acknowledgment of your presence—his quiet reassurance that he was aware of you, even in the middle of a crowded room—warmed you. And then there was that smile. The lazy, lopsided one that played on his lips when he caught you staring. His eyes flicked down to you, full of amusement and affection, as though he found it adorable that you couldn’t stop looking at him.

“You good, pretty girl?” he murmured, his voice low enough for only you to hear.

“Just admiring,” you replied softly, your lips barely moving. He chuckled, his dimples appearing as he tightened his grip on your waist. He kissed your hair. You smiled, letting yourself melt further into him. Trent continued on with his conversation but there was a smug smirk plastered to his face. He finally had you, the girl of his dreams and you could do this. You could be at a party with all your friends and be together. He could talk to his mate and hold you. It was everything. You didn’t really register the new reality because as far as you were concerned, the rest of the party could disappear, and you wouldn’t even notice.

“You have some fucking nerve showing up here,” Layla snapped, gripping Jess’s arm and pulling her into the dimly lit hallway just outside the main room. Jess yanked her arm back, her fiery gaze meeting Layla’s.

“It’s my best friend’s birthday. What are you on about?” she bit back, her voice sharp. Layla laughed bitterly, shaking her head.

“How desperate are you, honestly? You’re not here for your ‘best friend.’ You’re here because you read the fucking invite list, saw who’d be here, and couldn’t resist causing more chaos.” Jess’s lips curled into a smug smirk, her eyes narrowing.

“Speak for yourself. You’re embarrassing, hun. A pity invite at best,” she spat, her tone dripping with venom. Layla’s jaw tightened, her nostrils flaring. She didn’t flinch, though. Layla was fuming. She didn’t really care for Jess to begin with and not only was Layla pissed for you, she also was pissed because she actually was neighbors with Megan growing up. Layla was far from a pity invite. Jess had hit a nerve, but Layla wasn’t about to let her win.

“A pity invite?” she scoffed, her voice laced with fury. “Honest to God, you’re the pity case here. What kind of girl sends revenge porn of another girl to try to get a guy? That’s real embarrassment. That’s real fucking desperate.” Layla quipped. Jess froze, her smirk faltering as the words hit her like a slap. Her lips parted slightly in shock, her confidence wavering for a split second. Layla leaned in, her voice dropping to a deadly whisper. “Yeah, I know it was you. You think no one would find out? Embarrassing.” Jess’s mask of composure slipped, but she quickly recovered, scoffing loudly.

“I didn’t send shit,” she lied, her voice defensive but lacking conviction. Layla let out a dry, humorless laugh, her head tilting as she looked Jess up and down with disdain.

“You can lie to yourself all you want, Jess. But I know what you did, other people do to and you’ll get what’s coming. You can’t fucking hurt people, let alone my best friend like that.” Layla bit back. Jess’s face flushed with anger and embarrassment, and she looked down at the cranberry vodka in her hand. Her fingers tightened around the glass, and with a quick, deliberate movement, she tilted it as if to spill it on Layla. But Layla was quicker. She stepped back and swatted at Jess’s wrist, causing the liquid to splash harmlessly onto the floor instead.

“Are you fucking serious?” Layla asked, her voice rising in disbelief as she stared at Jess, shaking her head with a smug, incredulous laugh. What neither of them realized was that Noah had been standing just a few feet away, watching the entire exchange. He saw Jess’s attempt to spill her drink on Layla, his eyes narrowing as his jaw clenched.

“Woah, woah, woah. What the fuck is going on here?” Noah’s voice cut through the tension like a knife as he stepped between Layla and Jess, his sharp gaze darting between them.The sticky sound of his trainer hitting the puddle of spilled cranberry vodka made him wince. He immediately picked up his foot, inspecting the red-soaked sole with an annoyed grunt. “Eugh,” he muttered, setting it down with an exaggerated shake of his head. “These were fresh out the box.” He complained, shaking his head. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Noah muttered. He turned to Jess, his voice firm. Jess glanced at Noah, her cheeks flushing further as she realized she’d been caught. She opened her mouth to defend herself. Jess stammered, but no words came out. Layla folded her arms, satisfied as she watched the cracks in Jess’s confidence widen. Noah knew Layla had a reputation for being fiery, and he also knew she absolutely hated Jess. That much was clear to everyone. But whatever was brewing between them tonight felt different—darker, more charged.

“Jess just had a little bit of an accident,” Layla said smoothly, her tone dripping with faux innocence as she gestured to the spilled drink. Her forced smile was almost comically polite. “She’s upset, Noah. Why don’t you ask her what’s wrong? I’m sure she’d love your help.” Jess’s eyes narrowed, her cheeks flushed from both the alcohol and her growing frustration.

“Layla’s just embarrassing herself making up lies. That’s all,” she snapped, crossing her arms tightly across her chest.

“Lies!” Layla repeated with a mocking laugh, leaning back slightly as if the very idea was absurd. “Girl…” Her eyes narrowed, and she tilted her head to the side, her smile sharp enough to cut glass. “You had to lie about a boy liking you. But he doesn’t, does he? And remind me—what did you do about it again?” Layla’s words hit their mark, and the smugness on Jess’s face dissolved into anger. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she glared at Layla.

“Layla, enough,” Noah interjected, his tone firm. But before he could get any real answers, Jess snapped.

“I didn’t send that fucking video!” Jess blurted out, her voice louder than she intended. The hallway seemed to fall into complete silence, the noise from the party muffled as Noah’s brows shot up in confusion and alarm. His heart stopped for a moment, his mind racing to piece together what he’d just heard.

“Excuse me?” Noah asked slowly, his tone sharper now as he looked between the two women. “What video?” Jess froze, her eyes widening as she realized what she’d just said. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, no words coming out. Layla, on the other hand, was quick to pounce.

“Go on, Jess,” she said with a sweet but dangerous smile. “Tell Noah what you didn’t send.” Noah’s eyes darkened as he looked at Jess, his patience running thin.

“What the fuck are you two talking about?” Noah asked. Jess stammered, taking a small step back.

“It’s nothing. Layla’s just trying to start shit, as usual.” Layla let out another mocking laugh, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Nothing? You literally just admitted it, Jess. Are you really going to lie again? Because I’m sure Noah would love to hear about how you sent that video to Josh.” Noah’s stomach dropped.

“Jess,” he said, his voice dangerously low. “What video?” Noah repeated, louder this time, his anger boiling over. He assumed what video but he wanted to be sure, to hear her say it. Jess turned pale, her bravado crumbling under the weight of Noah’s sharp glare. Layla took a step forward, her eyes blazing with fury. Jess stammered again, trying to defend herself, but the damage was done.

“Jess has a juvenile crush on Trent and is jealous of Y/N,” Layla hissed, her voice dripping with venom. “So she thought the best course of action was to send Y/N’s abusive ex a fucking private video of her on her knees with Trent. Honest, what a girl you are.” Layla stood tall, her arms crossed, her glare unwavering. Layla’s words were sharp, cutting straight to the core of Jess’s vile actions. Jess flinched, her face reddening with both embarrassment and anger.

“Layla, enough,” Noah said firmly, stepping in between the two girls. His tone wasn’t dismissive—it was measured, calm, but it carried weight. He wasn’t defending Jess, but he didn’t want Layla to escalate the situation any further. Layla turned to Noah, confused and frustrated by his interruption.

“Noah -” He cut her off, his sharp eyes locking onto Jess.

“You sent that video to Josh?” His voice was low and steady, but there was a razor-sharp edge to it that made Jess’s stomach churn.

“I-I didn’t—” Jess stammered, caught completely off guard by the intensity in his tone.

“Don’t fucking lie,” he snapped, his voice growing colder. And then Jess snapped back. Her voice rose, her emotions spilling out in an ugly wave of frustration.

“Why the fuck do you lot care so much about that fucking girl?”The hallway seemed to freeze, her words echoing in the silence. Layla’s eyes widened in disbelief, her jaw dropping slightly. Jess continued, her face twisting in bitterness. “She’s Jack’s little sister, so what? She’s a mess, such a fucking slag, she’s not even that pret—” Whack! The sound of Layla’s slap cut Jess off mid-sentence. It was loud, sharp, and echoed in the narrow hallway. Jess staggered slightly, her hand flying up to her cheek as her eyes welled with tears of humiliation.

“Hey!” Noah yelped, stepping between them again. He placed a hand on Layla’s shoulder, pulling her back slightly as she glared daggers at Jess. “Don’t,” he told Layla firmly, his voice laced with warning. Noah turned back to Jess, his tall frame towering over her as his expression darkened. He was goofy and laid-back most of the time, he was fairly intimidating. He got into fights, and he’d win them all. He was a bit rough around the edges but only when he had to be. Still, he was a bit of a brute and people knew that. Jess could feel the shift in the air, her confidence draining as she met his furious gaze.

“You’re way out of fucking line,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “That fucking girl is family to me. And you? You don’t fuck with my family.” Jess’s bravado was gone, replaced by a flicker of fear as she backed up a step. “I think you need to leave,” Noah said coldly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Now.” Jess looked between Noah and Layla, her lips trembling as she searched for a way to save face. But there was no saving herself from this. She shot Layla a hateful glare, but she didn’t say another word. Instead, she turned on her heel and walked away, her retreat heavy with humiliation. As soon as Jess disappeared around the corner, Noah let out a long breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly. He turned to Layla, who was still seething, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

“You okay?” Noah asked, his voice softer now. Layla nodded, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“She deserved worse,” she muttered. Noah shook his head, though he couldn’t help the small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“You’re scary when you’re mad, you know that?” He smiled. Layla huffed, crossing her arms.

“And you’re scary when you’re serious.” She replied. Noah chuckled but Layla’s demeanor didn’t lighten. She didn’t smile. He watched her fury morphe into a real sadness. Layla didn’t say anything else.

“Y’alright, Lays?” Noah asked gently, his voice softer than usual as he turned to Layla. He watched her battling emotions, trying to not be upset. Without waiting for an answer, he pulled her into a hug, his strong arms wrapping securely around her. She shook slightly in his hold, just for a moment, and it broke his heart. He knew Layla well—knew that while she was quick to spark, quick to fight for what she believed in, she was also the type to carry more weight than she should. Layla was tough, but she wasn’t made of stone. And right now, she was cracking. “You good?” he whispered again. Layla nodded silently against his chest, then stepped back, clearing her throat and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as if to regain her composure. Noah pulled out a nearby barstool for her, and she sank onto it wordlessly, her shoulders slumping as she stared at the counter. “So, how long have you known?” Noah muttered after a long pause, his voice heavy.

“I don’t even know,” Layla replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just found out the other day, and then things only got worse, so I haven’t told anyone. I’m sorry.” Her words cracked at the end, and her hands fidgeted nervously in her lap.

“Nah, don’t say sorry, Lay,” Noah said, shaking his head as he leaned against the counter beside her. He took a deep breath, trying to figure out what to say next. “We just…” He paused, running a hand over his hair. He wanted to suggest a solution, a plan, something, but his mind was blank. “We just gotta… help them,” he finally said, though even that sounded weak to his ears. “We need to tell them. Or at least Jack. Megan should know.” Layla nodded slowly, her eyes glassy and distant. She stared out into the room, catching sight of you and Trent. You were smiling brightly, leaning into Trent as he kissed your cheek. It should’ve been a happy moment to witness, but her chest ached at the sight. Layla couldn’t fathom how people could be so cruel, so willing to hurt you. She protected you her entire life but lately she couldn’t believe how bad people in the world were,couldn’t believe that there were people so not only willing but okay with hurting you. Her eyes were glassy and a bit stunned. Noah noticed her silence and leaned closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He knew she was hurting. “C’mon, Lays,” he murmured. “Gonna be alright. They’ve sorted things before. Let ‘em have tonight, yeah?” Layla swallowed hard, blinking back tears.

“Okay…” she mumbled, her voice faint as she continued to watch you from across the room. Her waterline brimmed, but she quickly wiped at her eyes before anything fell. Noah twisted in his seat and flagged down the bartender, ordering two drinks. “I hate vodka cranberries,” she mumbled, half-smiling at him, letting out a weak laugh, a sly jab at Jess’s drink of choice. She also hoped he didn’t just order one for her.

“I know, Lays, I know.” Noah laughed, wrapping his arm around her a bit tighter. He leaned in and kissed her temple, a simple gesture of comfort. The bartender slid a beer and a dirty vodka martini with olives toward them. Layla looked at the martini, her favorite, and gave Noah a small, pouty smile. Noah didn’t notice it though; he was already flagging the bartender back down again. “Mate, can we get three olives in hers, please?” he asked, his voice light but warm. The bartender nodded, quickly adding an extra olive before sliding the glass back. Noah turned to her with a knowing smirk. “Bad luck with only two, y’know. Can’t afford any more of that tonight.” Layla giggled despite herself, wrapping her hands around the glass.

“Thank you,” she whispered softly, her smile a little more genuine now.

“Always, Lays,” Noah replied, clinking his beer lightly against her glass. For now, they’d let you have your moment of happiness, even if it meant sitting on a secret for just a little while longer. As Layla took a sip she made eye contact with Noah. A cheeky grin pulled at his lips as he swallowed his drink. She sat there and thought maybe not everyone was so bad. Maybe people like Noah brought enough goodness into the world to mask the Jess’s and Josh’s of it.

It was Jack’s first movie night of the summer, and the air was thick with the warmth of a humid evening. Despite the heat, you were happy—genuinely happy. Things felt better, safer, and for the first time in a while, you were allowing yourself to breathe. The backyard was buzzing softly with music and laughter as the boys beginning to arrive. The usual suspects were all making their way in, but you were awaiting one. You were eagerly awaiting Trent’s arrival. For now, though, you were perched on the edge of the pool, your toes dipping into the cool water while Layla floated in front of you, her chin resting lazily on her crossed arms.

“You’re really committed to this ‘I just put on suncream’ excuse, aren’t you?” she teased, a knowing smirk pulling at her lips.

“It’s true,” you replied quickly, feigning innocence. You glanced at your reflection in the water, adjusting the strap of your tiny metallic bikini. The truth, of course, was that you didn’t want to ruin your carefully crafted look before Trent arrived. Your makeup was soft and dewy, your legs subtly oiled to catch the light just right. Everything was planned perfectly. Layla raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening as she splashed a little water in your direction.

“Mmhmm, sure. This has nothing to do with your boyfriend showing up tonight, right?” She teased. You rolled your eyes, though your cheeks betrayed you with a faint blush.

“Shut up,” you muttered, but there was no bite to your words only a giggled Layla laughed, kicking gently to keep herself afloat.

“Honestly, though, you look hot. Trent’s gonna lose his mind.” She cooed.

“You think?” You bit your lip, trying to hide your smile.

“Babe,” Layla deadpanned, gesturing at you with one hand while the other kept her steady in the water. “Look at you. He’s gonna be drooling the second he walks in.” You couldn’t help but laugh, your nerves easing slightly.

“Thanks, Lay.” You looked at her earnestly.

“Anytime,” she replied, winking at you before dipping underwater for a moment. As she surfaced, shaking water from her hair. As she threaded water, the sound of the house’s glass door sliding open caught her attention. Trent walked into the back garden, the late afternoon sun casting a golden glow over him. Layla spotted him first, her smug smile widening as her eyes flicked over to you. "Guess who's here," she teased, her voice light and playful as she splashed water toward you. You straightened your posture slightly, your fingers brushing down your legs as if to smooth any invisible wrinkles. Layla caught the movement and smirked but said nothing more, her eyes darting between you and Trent. Your heart skipped a beat as you turned, and there he was—Trent, looking impossibly good in only his blue Bottega swim shorts, his smile lighting up the entire back garden. Your smile immediately spreading wide when you saw him standing there looking for no one else but you. Layla told you to go so you hopped up.

"T!" you called out, your voice brimming with excitement as you jogged over to him, your wet feet leaving faint imprints on the stone patio. The second you reached him, you jumped into his arms without hesitation. Trent caught you with ease, his big hands gripping your ass as you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist. His smile mirrored yours-bright, greedy, and full of unspoken affection.

"Mmm, look at you," he murmured, his voice low and laced with appreciation. His lips quirking into that lazy, perfect smile you loved. He held you closer, his fingers splaying across your bare skin, loving the way how little your tiny metallic bikini covered your body in his hands. You leaned into him, your lips pressing a quick kiss to his neck before you nuzzled into him, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the warm summer air. “Hey, pretty girl,” he greeted, his voice low and warm as you kissed him. His smile softened.

“Hi,” you replied, your voice almost breathless and mumbled as you nibbled on his neck. Trent’s eyes roamed over your body in his arms, his appreciation evident.

"Jesus Christ," one of Jack and his friends muttered from his chair, his voice quiet enough so only the boys closest to him could hear. He shook his head, clearly caught off guard by how openly affectionate you were with Trent but more so the way your body looked whilst doing so.

“Pretty boy privilege is real, lad.” Noah sitting nearby with a beer in hand laughed watching Trent’s hands squeeze your ass.

“Genuinely so fucking leng and he’s got her running to him." Aiden added, turning his chair slightly more to look over at you and Trent. Noah tensed a little not loving the comment. He’d joke about it before, of course. It was banter with the boys. He knew you were attractive but you were like a little sister, and not only that, but now you were his best mate's girl. Aiden’s smirk widened as he watched the scene unfold-your scantily clad body pressed tightly against Trent's, your lips grazing his neck as he whispered something in your ear. "What I wouldn't do..." he muttered, envious of Trent's hold on you. Noah let out a louder laugh, shaking his head. He could’ve gotten mad, but instead he chose to view it through the lens that you were safe with Trent and they could talk all they want as long as it didn’t go too far.

"Not anymore, mate," he quipped, his tone light and teasing. It was a harmless comment, but Noah's words hung in the air, a reminder of the fact that not everyone knew you and Trent were officially together now. He wasn't sure if he should spill the beans or keep it quiet, but judging by the way Trent's hands were firmly planted on your ass, it wasn't exactly a secret.

“My pretty girl.” He cooed, squeezing you tighter to him. Your cheeks flushed at his words, but you couldn't help the grin that spread across your face. You pulled back just enough to look at him, your eyes soft as you ran your fingers over his hair.

"All yours," you echoed quietly, your voice just for him.

"Damn right," Trent murmured before kissing your cheek, ignoring everyone else. The rest of the garden seemed to fade away as you and Trent remained locked in your little bubble, your legs still wrapped around him, his arms secure around you. Layla shook her head with a laugh, watching the two of you with a mixture of amusement and happiness as she waded in the pool.

“Trenty boy!” Noah yelled, leaving the other boys behind to ogle, his voice booming across the garden as he stepped forward, grinning wide. Trent reluctantly put you down, but his hands never fully left you. One stayed firmly at your waist, a small but grounding gesture, while his thumb rubbed gentle circles against your skin. Noah and Layla exchanged a brief glance, both silently agreeing not to bring up the truth about Jess—not tonight. They didn’t know when the right time would be, but seeing you and Trent this happy, the way your face lit up just being near him, they couldn’t bear to ruin it. Not yet. Noah knew Trent had always fancied you but seeing what he’d been like since you got together, even Trent right now, it pained him to even imagine interrupting it.

“Alright?” Trent asked, flashing Noah his signature easygoing smile.

“Yeah, mate. All good,” Noah replied, smirking as he took in the scene before him. It wasn’t like Trent hadn’t received a warm, borderline too intimate greeting from you before, but now it was different. Now everyone saw it. And what made it all the funnier to Noah was that Jack had to watch it, as did all their mates. Trent, once the easygoing friend that maybe got a little extra attention from you but often stayed quiet, a shy persona, was now the man in the spotlight and not just on the field, and Noah couldn’t help but laugh to himself at the shift.

“Y/N!” Layla called impatiently from the pool area, waving her arms. “I’m mid-story over here, and you said you’d be back!” Layla called out for you. She told you to go, but she also told you to come back. You giggled and turned toward her, but Trent’s hand lingered on your ass a little longer before giving you a few taps that said go to her without needing words. Layla smirked as she saw the interaction, shaking her head but secretly loving how Trent couldn’t seem to let you go, even for a second. To you, it was sexy, commanding yet gentle and teasing and yet definitely not something your brother wanted to see. Jack was far less amused as he watched Trent’s hand slap your ass.

“Not going to say hello to you if you’re gonna do that,” he grumbled, his face scrunching in mock disgust as he took a deliberate step back, avoiding Trent’s outstretched hand to dap him up.

“Oh boy…” Noah chimed in cheekily, his laughter bubbling up. “Gonna be a fun summer, lads!” His tone was teasing, but the undercurrent of truth wasn’t lost on anyone. “Not like this hasn’t been going on before though, innit?” he joked, unable to help himself. It was too soon. Trent tensed immediately, his body stiffening as his eyes flicked away. The easygoing smile he wore seconds ago vanished, and he instinctively took a small step back. Jack’s jaw tightened, his narrowed eyes locking on Noah with heat. Yes, everyone was fine with it. Jack’s joke about Trent’s hands on you, was just that, a joke. But you all were still navigating this new dynamic. Megan’s party was one thing; Jack was occupied with her, and you and Trent had just patched things up. But this? At home, it was new. Noah understood that but maybe it was still a little too raw for his teasing. “Jack, it’s a joke, bro!” Noah said quickly, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Sheesh, you lot. Need to relax.” He grinned, trying to diffuse the tension, and punched Trent’s arm playfully. Noah, always the joker, began shadowboxing, throwing pretend uppercuts in Jack’s direction making a ‘woosh’ sound with each punch. “Relax, man, I’ll knock that temper outta ya,” he teased with a laugh, bouncing lightly on his feet. Trent shook his head at Noah’s antics, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth despite the tension. Jack shook his head at Noah’s idiocy. With a low chuckle, he shoved Noah playfully, muttering something under his breath before turning to Trent. Without a word, Jack wrapped his arm around Trent’s shoulders, the two of them moving toward the group of boys by the pool. It was friendly— but there was a tinge of a begrudging acceptance. Trent glanced back at you briefly, his eyes softening as he caught you laughing with Layla by the pool. The tension in his chest eased slightly at the sight of your smile. Noah trailed behind, still laughing to himself. “Summer just got a whole lot more interesting, eh, Trenty?” he quipped, earning a shake of the head and an exasperated chuckle from Trent as the three of them joined the rest of the boys.

“Who even invited that lad?” Jack looked at Trent teasing Noah not acknowledging him.

“Don’t know, mate. Pain in the ass though, ain't he?” Trent said. He and Jack laughed as Noah attempted to yelp.

The hours until sunset stretched on, the golden light of late afternoon casting a warm glow over the back garden. The pool was busy with laughter and conversation, but you were barely tuned into it. You’d finally caved and gotten into the water with Layla, the two of you holding onto the pool’s edge as you idly chatted with Aiden. Layla and Aiden were deep into a discussion about summer holiday plans, their voices animated as they swapped ideas for travel. You, on the other hand, were barely listening. Your focus had wandered, and now you found yourself absentmindedly tracing little ripples in the water with your fingers. The sun warmed the stone ledge beneath your forearms as they rested on it, your chest slightly pushed together in the tiny metallic bikini. You didn’t notice the way Aiden’s eyes kept drifting from Layla to you, lingering a little too long on the curve of your body. What you also didn’t notice was the way Trent had been watching from across the yard possessively, his sharp eyes glued to the scene in front of him. He’d been keeping an eye on Aiden for the past hour, noticing every stolen glance, every subtle shift in Aiden’s focus toward you. Aiden, however, had misread the room. He saw you laugh freely with Trent earlier, but when Jack didn’t completely lose it, he thought perhaps the protective walls around you were down. He saw an opening where there wasn’t one and convinced himself it was okay to push boundaries. You shifted against the edge of the pool, feeling your fingers and toes starting to prune. You considered getting out but stayed put for another moment, too lazy to move just yet. Finally, you sighed and started to pull yourself up, your hands pressing into the warm ledge as you lifted yourself out of the water.

“Here, I gotcha,” Aiden offered, stepping closer and extending a hand toward you. Without giving it much thought, you accepted, letting him help you up. His hand lingered just a second too long on yours before dropping to your waist, steadying you as you climbed out. To you, it was nothing—a harmless gesture, polite even. But to Trent, it was something entirely different. From his spot near the outdoor bar, Trent’s jaw clenched, his grip tightening on the neck of his beer bottle. His eyes darkened as he watched Aiden’s hand on your waist, his fingers brushing your wet skin. The heat in his chest burned hotter with each passing second.

“Oi, Trenty, you good?” Noah’s voice pulled him back slightly, but Trent didn’t look away from you and Aiden.

“Fine,” Trent muttered, though the sharp edge in his tone suggested otherwise. You turned around, Aiden’s hand stayed on you yet you were oblivious to the tension simmering just a few feet away.

“Alright, mate,” Noah said cautiously but with a smirk sensing the shift. “Don’t go breaking bottles, yeah?” He chuckled. Trent’s lips twitched into a brief, humorless smile.

“Not planning on it.” He muttered, eyes locked on you. But Noah could see the possessive fire in his eyes, and he knew it was only a matter of time before Trent made sure Aiden understood exactly where the line was—and that it wasn’t his to cross.

"C'mere, baby." Trent's voice was calm, but there was an edge to it as he moved toward you, his gaze fixed on the spot where Aiden's hand had lingered far too long. He reached you in just a few strides, ignoring Aiden entirely as he grabbed a towel and wrapped it snugly around your body, shielding your exposed skin from view. He scooped you up effortlessly, his strong arms cradling you against his chest. You giggled, completely unaware of the possessiveness and jealousy fueling his actions.

"T!" you laughed, tilting your head as his face nuzzled into the nape of your neck, pressing kisses to your skin. His soft curls tickled you, and you wriggled slightly in his arms.

"Hmm?" he murmured, pressing a series of quick kisses to your skin, his lips grazing your jawline.

"T!" you whined again, your laughter bubbling up as you tried to squirm away from him. He finally pulled back, but his lips curved into a playful smile, his eyes dancing with affection and something deeper.

"Why you gotta be so sexy, hmm?" His gaze traveled over your body, his brown eyes dark and intense as they lingered on the damp shimmer of your skin beneath the towel. You felt your cheeks flush under his attention, but you smiled back, completely smitten. Trent carried you over to one of the loungers and sat down, pulling you down with him and into his lap as if it was the most natural thing in the world. With a smooth motion, he unwrapped the towel, letting it fall to reveal your glistening skin and the tiny metallic bikini clinging to your curves. "Look too good," he murmured, his hands starting to roam over your body, tracing slow, deliberate patterns on your hips and thighs. "Don't like this bikini, though." You tilted your head, catching the teasing glint in his eyes.

"No?" you asked, adjusting your position to straddle him. You could always read Trent, but now that you were aware that the feelings were mutual, that you’d finally crossed those lines, you knew what was behind those eyes, what that look meant. Trent didn’t not like the bikini. In fact, he liked it far too much. His jaw tightened, and you could see the faint flicker of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. You leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear. "You want to take it off me?" you whispered, your voice low and teasing. His hands tightened on your waist, his thumbs brushing against your bare skin.

"Mmmhmm," he hummed, his deep voice vibrating against your neck. His fingers trailed up your back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting your hands splay up the fade of his hair at the base of his head.

"What's stopping you?" you challenged, your voice barely audible over the quiet hum of the pool filter and the distant laughter from the group. Trent chuckled softly, his lips quirking into a grin.

"You're trouble, you know that?" he murmured, leaning in to kiss you, his lips warm and deliberate against yours. But even as his lips claimed yours, his hands stayed firm on your waist, his touch grounding rather than possessive. It was as if he was staking his claim without a word, silently telling anyone who dared to look that you were his— and his alone. From the pool's edge, Aiden watched with a furrowed brow, annoyed at how Trent had swooped in and dismissed him without so much as a glance. But Trent didn't care. He didn't need to. The only person who mattered to him in that moment was you, and he had no intention of sharing you with anyone.

That kiss was different. It was new in the way his lips captured yours. It was unlike any you'd shared so publicly even at home. Even so far today, it had all been quick, subtle. But this was bold, sensual, and deep, a kiss that made it clear he was claiming you. Every ounce of his focus was on you, his hands exploring your sides as he pulled you even closer. Your fingers dug into the nape of his neck, dragging softly down to his shoulders. He let out a low, breathy moan against your mouth as his hands began to shift underneath the delicate string holding your bikini together. The heat between you was undeniable, and it felt like the rest of the world had faded away. But the world was still there. Noah, who had been walking by on his way to grab another drink casually, caught sight of the two of you out of the corner of his eye. He froze mid-stride, a laugh bubbling up in his chest at the sight.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," he muttered to himself with a smile before heading over to interrupt. "Alright, alright," he coughed loudly, stepping closer and pulling Trent's arm gently but firmly away from you. You broke the kiss abruptly, your lips parting from Trent's as you blinked up at Noah, confused. You wiped your lips with the back of your hand, your face flushing as you shifted slightly on Trent's lap. Trent leaned back against the lounger, clearly annoyed by the interruption but keeping his cool. "Bro," Noah started, shaking his head with a smirk, "I'm stopping you because Jack would have an aneurysm. Honestly, at least wait till the sun sets. Don't hurt him too much, yeah?" His words hung in the air, and while they were spoken with a teasing edge, the message wasn't lost on anyone. Trent let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head as he settled back into the chair. His arm stayed firmly on your hip, his hand squeezing gently as if to reassure you.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Trent muttered, his voice calm but laced with amusement. He looked up at Noah with a smirk. "Just fuck off though, mate. I'm with my girl." The words sent a warmth coursing through you, his tone so sure and confident that it eased any embarrassment you'd felt. You turned to look at him, and the way his eyes locked on yours told you everything you needed to know-he didn't care about the teasing or the interruptions. To him, you were worth all of it. Noah raised his hands in mock surrender, a playful grin still on his face.

"Alright, alright," Noah laughed, shaking his head. He looked over his shoulder and spotted Jack. As he caught Jack's eyes narrowing on the three of you. Jack might not have seen the full-on makeout session unfolding earlier, but he didn't need to. The way you were draped across Trent's lap, his arms wrapped securely around you, your face buried in his neck, was enough for him to deduce what was going on. Noah turned back to you two and couldn’t resist another tease. "Oh, Trenty," Noah moaned in an exaggerated, high-pitched voice, mocking the way you might’ve called out Trent's name moments ago. Your eyes snapped to Noah, wide with embarrassment.

"Stop!" you yelped, your voice indignant but laced with laughter as your cheeks flushed red. "Fuck you, Noah!" you cried, falling into an embarrassed giggle as you buried your face again in Trent's neck, seeking refuge. Noah laughed as he narrowly dodged Trent's swatting hand. Trent's lips curled into a grin as he wrapped his arms around you protectively, holding you tight to his chest.

"Ignore him, baby." He kissed your hair, murmuring softly, Noah let out another laugh, stepping back with his hands raised in mock surrender.

"Embarrassing, the lot of you," he quipped, his teasing tone softening as he gave Trent a knowing look. With one last smirk, he left you and Trent to your little bubble. But as Noah turned and caught Jack's gaze again, his humor faded slightly. Jack's expression wasn't angry, but it wasn't entirely light either. There was a weight behind his eyes, something unspoken but understood. Noah felt like he was somehow hurting all three of you. He felt the weight of it too—the secret of Jess sending the video still hanging in the air, untold. It wasn't just his secret, though; Layla was in on it too. Noah shot Jack a small, sympathetic smile before making a dramatic face, pretending to gag as if seeing you and Trent together was too much for him, trying to lighten the mood. Jack let out a laugh, his shoulders relaxing slightly at Noah's antics. He appreciated the effort, even if it didn't completely settle the complicated feelings bubbling inside him. Jack didn't truly care about the relationship anymore-not in the way he once might have. He'd get over the awkwardness of seeing you nibbling on his best mate's neck or Trent's hands a little too low on your ass. A part of him was genuinely happy for you and Trent. He could see how much you loved each other, and more importantly, he saw how happy Trent made you.

But there was another part of Jack that couldn't help but worry. It wasn't about Trent-it was about you. He worried that you were becoming too dependent on Trent, that your happiness hinged entirely on him. Especially after everything that had happened-the heartbreak, the trauma, the video, and the way Trent had become your safe haven through it all. Jack knew Trent was equally obsessed with you; that was obvious to everyone. But your position was so much more vulnerable, and Jack couldn't shake the nagging concern that your reliance on Trent might make things harder in the long run. Still, Jack kept those thoughts to himself, knowing now wasn't the time. For now, he'd focus on keeping the peace and ensuring that no matter what, you were happy and safe. And as he watched you giggle softly against Trent's chest, your face glowing despite the teasing, Jack felt a small wave of reassurance. Maybe things would turn out okay. Trent was your anchor, and Jack had to trust that he wouldn't let you down.

After amble teasing, you and Trent were left alone again. Trent shifted beneath you, leaning forward slightly as he cupped your face with one hand. His thumb brushed over your cheek as he studied your expression.

"You okay, pretty girl ?" he asked softly, his voice low and steady.You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips.

"Yeah," you whispered.

"Good," he said, leaning in to kiss your forehead gently. His lips lingered there for a moment before he pulled back, his eyes searching yours.

"Because I'm not embarrassed, baby. Not about you, not about us. Let them tease all they want— I don't care because I'm not hiding anymore." His words wrapped around you like a blanket, warm and comforting. You leaned into him, resting your forehead against his as you let out a soft sigh.

"Love you," you murmured, so quietly it was almost drowned out by the sounds of the party around you.

"Love you too," Trent replied without hesitation, pulling you closer. And just like that, the moment was yours again, the rest of the world fading away.

The night had cooled, and everyone had finally settled for the film. The projector flickered, casting faint shadows across the garden as the movie began. The chatter died down, and the only sounds left were the hum of the night and the low dialogue from the screen. You'd chosen a lounger as far from Jack as possible, a silent agreement between the two of you to keep some distance. You think he was doing just the same. It wasn't awkward anymore, but it was easier this way. Trent had taken his usual spot beneath you, his body warm and solid as your cheek rested against his chest. The movie wasn't bad, and for the most part, you tried to stay focused on it. Your hand, however, had a mind of its own, idly dragging your nails across Trent's chest in soft, lazy patterns. You didn't think much of it—it was second nature. He’d told you about this once before. But to Trent, every little touch sent electricity through him, pulling at his resolve. He wasn't watching the movie. Not even close. With you sprawled on top of him, still in your tiny bikini, his thoughts were entirely elsewhere. His big hands roamed over you, attempting to be subtle, but the way they palmed and kneaded your ass made it anything but. His fingers curled possessively over the curve of your hips, his touch deliberate and hungry. Trent shifted beneath you, adjusting slightly. You felt it immediately-his growing excitement, the way his body responded to you despite the group of people around.

"T..." you giggled softly, lifting your head to look at him. The sound of your voice, light and teasing, was enough to make his restraint waver. You pushed yourself up slightly, your chest pressing forward as you adjusted your position. The new angle gave Trent an even better view of you, and his eyes darkened as they roamed over your body.

"This fucking ass, so so perfect." he muttered under his breath, his voice low and rough, his desire audible. His hands squeezed you again, his thumb brushing underneath the tiny material of your bikini bottoms. "Do you know how perfect you looked today?" His words sent a shiver down your spine, your cheeks warming under his gaze.

"Really?" you asked, a soft laugh escaping your lips as you shifted again, deliberately testing his resolve.

"Mmm," he hummed greedily, his eyes locked on yours before they dipped lower, trailing over the swell of your chest and back down to your hips. "So sexy," he murmured, his voice a mix of awe and desire. His hands continued their exploration, sliding up your back, over your waist, and back to your ass. He was captivated, his attention darting between the curves of your body as if he couldn't decide what he wanted to touch most. Every inch of you seemed to demand his attention, and Trent was more than willing to oblige. You giggled again, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth softly.

"You're not even watching the movie," you teased.

"Why would I? Look at you," he said, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. His voice was low, his tone filled with such reverence that it made your heart flutter. You rolled your eyes playfully, but the way his hands gripped your hips again, the way his gaze lingered, told you there was no teasing your way out of this moment. Trent was enthralled, completely and utterly lost in you.

"Focus," you whispered, glancing briefly toward the others to make sure no one was paying attention.

"I am focused," he shot back, his voice dripping with mischief as his hands slid down to your thighs. "Just not on the movie." You shook your head with a quiet laugh, resting your forehead against his for a moment before settling back onto his chest. His arms wrapped around you again, but his hands never stayed still, tracing slow, deliberate paths over your body as the movie played on in the background.

"Oh my days, shut up!" Noah groaned from his seat, throwing his head back dramatically. The frustration in his voice was exaggerated, but the undertone of disbelief was clear. Next to him, Jack leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees. Without looking back, he extended his fist, and Noah bumped it in solidarity. Jack's face was stoic, almost too calm. He hadn't turned around once. He didn't need to. He could hear everything-the low rumble of Trent's murmurs, the soft giggles that were undeniably yours, the distinct intimacy that filled the air between you two. Jack didn't want to see it. It wasn't because he was angry-he wasn't. It was more complicated than that. He just wasn't ready to fully accept it yet, to look over and see his best friend wrapped around his little sister like she was his entire world. His little sister kissing up his best friend’s jaw. It was all too much. The murmurs had caught the attention of a few of the other boys. They shifted in their seats, glancing over their shoulders. Most of them hadn't noticed much until Noah's outburst, but now their curiosity was piqued. What they saw made their eyes widen, their glances lingering a second too long before they quickly looked away, exchanging subtle looks with each other. You and Trent sitting together wasn't news-everyone had seen it before. But this? This was different. Trent's hands weren't just casually resting on your waist; they were gripping you possessively, his fingers curling against the curve of your hips. You weren't just sitting next to him; you were practically draped over him, your head on his chest, your arm looped around his shoulders, your entire body leaning into his as if he was your anchor. It wasn't just affection-it was ownership, devotion, a level of intimacy they hadn't seen before. They glanced back at Jack, expecting him to explode or at least show some sign of disapproval. But Jack didn't flinch. He sat there, still and quiet, his gaze fixed on the screen in front of him. His reaction, or lack thereof, was telling. For years, you had been off-limits-untouchable. And yet, here you were, completely entwined with Trent in a way that screamed you were his, and he was yours. Even Trent, who had always been a bit of an exception to Jack's unspoken rule, had kept a respectable distance in the past. He'd had a little more leeway than the others, a little bit more wiggle room, mostly because you gave it to him though. Everyone knew Trent had a soft spot for you, and maybe Jack had turned a blind eye here and there. But now? There was no more blind eye to turn. This wasn't just a soft spot. This was a green light. A bold, unmistakable green light. Noah leaned back in his chair, shaking his head with a chuckle.

The movie played on, and while most of the boys had let the sight of you and Trent fade into the background, moving on with quiet questions they'd save for later, you and Trent were in your own little world. His focus wasn't on the screen; it was on you-the way you curled against him, the way your soft sighs tickled his neck, the way your warmth seeped into his skin.

"Are you gonna stay over?" you whispered softly, your lips brushing his ear, your tone innocent but your intentions clear. Trent turned his head slightly to look at you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Do you want me to stay over, pretty girl?" He asked in return. You didn't answer right away, instead shifting your body a little closer into his. It seemed innocent-just you getting comfortable-but Trent knew better. The subtle press of your body against his, the way your thigh draped over his waist, and the way your hand began to trail down his chest told him everything he needed to know. You nodded finally, flashing him a faux innocent smile, your fingers grazing his bare chest. Your nails teased their way down, tracing lightly over his skin and traveling dangerously close to the waistband of his swim shorts. Your leg was thrown over Trent’s waist shielding you, if you had kept going, no one could see. Trent let out a slow exhale, his eyes shutting for a brief moment as the sensation of your touch coursed through him. The entire day-your teasing, the way you looked in that bikini, the way you felt pressed against him now—had him on the brink. "Alright, alright," he muttered, his voice rough with restraint. You tilted your head up at him with a pout, your lips curling into a patronizing smile.

"What, baby?" you asked, as if you weren't fully aware of the effect you had on him. Trent glanced down at you, his lips pulling into a stupid smirk. There was a part of him that loved this-loved the way you could unravel him so effortlessly, with just a look, a touch, or a smirk. Other girls had tried to get to him before, but with you, it wasn't forced or calculated. It was pure, raw chemistry, and it consumed him. His hand trailed up your side, his fingers grazing the smooth skin of your waist until they found the string of your bikini top. With two fingers, he slipped them under the fabric, letting them brush lightly against your skin.

"I've never hated a bikini as much as I hate this silly little piece of fabric you're trying to call one," he teased, his voice low and dangerously handsome. You smirked back at him, knowing exactly what you were doing. Slowly, you shifted on top of him, your weight settling over him deliberately. Trent's breath hitched, and his eyes darkened, but you didn't push further. Instead, you leaned forward, resting your arms around his shoulders, and tucked yourself into him like you were simply cuddling. There were still twenty minutes left in the movie, but you didn’t want to make matters worse for him but you’d still tease, maybe just not as much. You pressed soft kisses to his neck, trailing them up to his jaw. Trent's hand tightened slightly on your hip, his restraint hanging by a thread.

"When this ends," you whispered sweetly into his ear, your voice dripping with mischief, "can you pretty please take it off? My boyfriend doesn't like it." His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as a smirk curved his lips. He let out a low hum, leaning down to kiss your hair softly. It wasn't a promise —It was a guarantee.

“You’re going to kill me.’ He murmured with a quiet and breathy exacerbated laugh, but there was nothing but love and desire in his tone. He was dying. The movie was taking far too long to finish. You smiled against his skin, your fingers playing idly with the curls at the back of his head as the movie ticked on. Neither of you was paying attention anymore. This night belonged to you and Trent, and everyone else was just background noise.

"Babe, l'm gonna drive home. I'm exhausted and I've got to get up early tomorrow," Layla cooed, approaching you as everyone stretched and moved around after the movie ended.

"Of course," you said with a soft smile, standing to meet her. "Thank you for coming over. I liked having you here. Made it less.." You paused, overthinking your words. "Intense." You said it sheepishly, your gaze dropping slightly. Layla chuckled, pulling you into a quick hug.

"Y/ N... it was good! Trust me, things are good, and they're going to start feeling that way the more time goes on. I mean, think of it this way-Jack didn't even say anything while you were jerking T off during the movie, did he?" She raised her brow.

"Layla!" you gasped, your cheeks flushing as you giggled. "I did not!" You slapped at her arm playfully, your voice lowering in case anyone overheard.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" Layla laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I'm just saying, it's good now, and it'll stay good." You hummed softly, nodding as you glanced over at Trent, who was animatedly talking to one of the other boys a few feet away. He gestured wildly, his face lighting up with excitement. The boy could yap. He could talk anyone's ear off, and the sight made your lips curl into an involuntary smile. Layla noticed your gaze and smirked.

"Want to grab lunch tomorrow? Just catch up properly," she offered, her tone a bit hesitant. Things had been so hectic lately that you hadn't had time to just sit down with her.

"Yeah, of course, Lay. I miss you," you admitted softly, your voice tinged with guilt. "Sorry things

—or I guess I-have been such... I don't know, such a mess." You said earnestly. Layla frowned and shook her head firmly.

"Not a mess. Not even a little bit. I'm here, babe." She smiled reassuringly. "I'll send you this place I wanted to try in Salford. I think you’ll love it." She told you. You nodded, grateful for her understanding, and leaned in to hug her again. She held you tight for a moment before pulling back, her eyes flicking to Trent across the garden. "Text me how tonight goes, yeah?" She raised her brows with a knowing smile. You followed her gaze to where Trent was still talking, his hands moving animatedly as the other boy listened, half-amused. Your heart softened at the sight of him-his enthusiasm, his charm, the way he just was. You shook your head with a laugh, turning back to Layla.

"God knows what he's on about now," you teased. Layla giggled.

"Well, you'll have fun finding out. Night, babe." She gave you a quick wink and turned to leave, her heels clicking lightly against the patio as she made her way out. You watched her go, a small sigh escaping your lips. Things still weren't perfect, but they felt... lighter. Like maybe, just maybe, you were finally finding your footing again.

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zweigsangel · 6 months ago

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i was listening to this song earlier and this idea popped in my mind!!

pairing: matt sturniolo x gf!reader

summary: what the title of the song says.

warnings: 18+, smut, riding, p in v, unprotected sex.

the sturniolos had turned 21. so, on the evening of august 1st, they threw a little party, inviting only their closest friends. naturally, you were there too, as matt's girlfriend.

after the candles were blown out and the gifts were unwrapped, the evening started to wind down. one by one, everyone began to leave.

“y’know, i have another gift for you.” you whispered in matt’s ear. he looked at you with curiosity. “oh yeah? and what would that be?”

and that's how you found yourselves on his bed, his head resting against the headboard, mouth slightly open and eyes closed. his hands gripped your hips tightly, fingers digging into your skin, leaving the imprint of his touch as you moved above him. each bounce sent waves of pleasure through both of you, his cock filling and stretching you completely.

his muffled moans and whimpers filled the room, blending with the sound of your bodies slamming together. his hips thrust upwards to meet your movements, matching your rhythm perfectly. “look at me,” you murmured through a soft moan, your hands clutching his shoulders for stability as you rode him, the sensation of his hard muscles grounding you. his eyes fluttered open, revealing deep blue pools clouded with pleasure and desire. they locked onto yours and roved over you, taking in every detail from the way your hair fell around your face, to the rise and fall of your tits, down to the point where your bodies were joined, your core enveloping him deliciously.

“so tight. fuck — yes, jus’ like that,” he stammered, his voice rough with need. his chest heaved with each ragged breath.

“i’m so close,” matt whispered, his voice breaking. his hands guided your hips with a firm grip. up and down, up and down. you felt your walls tightening around him, signaling that you were just as close to the peak as he was.

you leaned forward, resting your head in the crook of his neck. the soft, breathy moans escaping your lips against his skin caused a shiver to run down his spine. the heat of your breath, the closeness of your bodies, the mingling of your scents — it all heightened the intimacy of the moment.

with a final, powerful thrust, you reached the pinnacle of pleasure. your hips slowed, following the rhythm of matt’s release as he filled you up completely. waves of ecstasy washed over you both, your bodies trembling in unison. the room was filled with the sound of your breaths, heavy and satisfied. for a moment, you both stayed still in silence, your hearts beating in sync.

“happy birthday baby.”

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ravenromanova · 1 year ago

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Birthday girl

Pairings: Natasha x Female avenger reader

Summary: You give Natasha her bday gift (I know her bday was the third but idc i loved this idea sue me)

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDERAGE SMUT SMUT SMUT!!!!! Mommy kink, Fingering, Oral, Mommy Natasha, Dom/Sub dynamics, Squirting. DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDER 18+!!!!!!

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~ Natasha sighed as she entered the compound. She just came back from a week long mission that went awry. It was supposed to be a simple intel mission but instead the Hydra agents got wind of her presence and ambushed her. They ended up capturing her for a few days (she let them take her so she could get more intel) And then today she made her grand escape and made her way back home to you.

She trudged up the stairs that led to your shared room after she debriefed with Fury. Her brows furrowed in confusion when she got to the base of the stairs and saw rose petals leading to the door. Natashas eyes widened and her jaw dropped at the sight in front of her when she opened the door.

You were sitting in the edge of the bed with a cake in between your thighs. Red and black lingerie adorned your soft body making her weak in the knees.

“Happy birthday Natty” You said with a bright smile as she walked to the end of the bed.

Her heart fluttered at your words. “You remembered” She said tearfully while she looked at the red and black birthday cake with spiders on it. “That’s beautiful detka thank you”

“Of course i remembered. I knew you had a stressful mission so i wanted to do something low key for tonight. Tomorrow is your party with the team” You said giddily wrapping your arms around her neck bringing her into a soft kiss. She groaned into the kiss before she moved the cake over to the dresser.

“As much as i would love to eat this now is much rather eat you” Her boldness made you gasp a little and your heart rate speed up.

“Well it is your birthday so who am i do deny you” Natasha smiled at your words as she crawled onto the bed and stood in her knees in front of you. Her hands found home on your hips and she brought you in for another heated kiss. She placed her hands on your shoulders and pushed you to lay against the pillows.

As you laid on the bed with your hair sprawled out around you are stood there for a moment admiring you. “Happy birthday to me indeed” She whispered as she ran her cool hands up and down your body.

Natasha couldn’t take her hands or eyes off you in this moment you looked to god. Laying there in the lingerie she picked out months ago, your chest heaving up and down in anticipation ave not to mention the lustful look you were giving her. Slowly but surely she made her way back to your lips and kissed you with a heat unlike before. The kiss was needy and sloppy a mixture of saliva and tongue abs neither of you cared.

“So pretty” She praised kissing your collarbone as her nimble fingers went behind your back and unhooked your bra. You shivered as your bare chest came in contact with the cool air of the room. Natasha wasted no time in wrapping her lips around your hardened nipple making you cry out in pleasure.

“Please mommy” You begged clawing at her back leaving marks in your trail.

“Patience detka” She chided in your ear before she nipped it slightly. You tried not to squirm under her as her lips trailed down the valley of your breasts, down your stomach and finally she kissed the skin above your panties.

Her fingers skimmed over the hem of your underwear leaving goosebumps on your skin. She kissed the soft skin of your inner thighs along with leaving a few hickeys as well.

“So wet and i haven’t even touched you yet baby” She teased looking at the growing wet patch on your panties.

“It’s hard not to when you look like that” You pointed out and ended up making the big bad black widow blush.

“Since you’re such a sweet girl i won’t tease you tonight baby” Her words made your heart flutter and speed up with anticipation.

Natasha wasted no time in hooking her fingers underneath the hem of your underwear and sliding them down your plush soft thighs. Goosebumps littered your skin as her fingertips trailed along your bikini line. She was true to her word and immediately dived into your pussy.

She moaned at the taste of your juices on her tongue sending vibrations straight through you. You mewled feeling her warm mouth on your clit. She sucked on your clit with determination and fever like she was a woman starved.

“Oh fuck mommy” You moaned as she started to suck on you a little harder than before. Your back arches off the bed and your hands found home in her hair and you slightly rod her face.

“So fucking sweet detka” She praised just before she let her tongue slip inside of you feeling your walls contract around her.

“i-im gonna cum holy fuck!” You scream gripping her hair harder as you squirted on her face. She kept her tongue in you and started rubbing your clit again making you scream in pleasure.

“T-Too sensitive mommy c-can’t” You pleaded trying to pull away from her but she hooked her arms around your hips and kept you close to her face as she continued.

“Take it baby. Be a good girl and take it for mommy” Natasha pushes you to keep going and you know you have to take it. It’s her birthday you are you to deny her your pleasure if she wants it that badly?

“Y-Yes mommy i-i’ll take it i’ll be a good girl for you” You moaned out as you second orgasm washed over you. “OH FUCK!” The moan you let out was nothing less of pornographic.

“Such a good girl” Her sultry voice rang through your ears as you came down from your high.

Natasha came back up towards you and brought you in for a passionate kiss. You moaned a little as you tasted yourself on her lips.

“Happy birthday Natty” You repeated with a smile on your face. She smiled wide and kissed you again.

“Happy birthday indeed” She giggled a little before you flipped the two of you over so you were on top.

“I need to give you the other half of your present” Her eyebrows quirked at your words. But all of her questions were answered as you used your powers to remove all her clothing leaving her naked under you.

“I wanna please you mommy” You said innocently giving her your best smile.

“Go on then” She nodded her head giving you the go ahead.

You parted her lips with your fingers before you started kicking her pussy up and down with intent. She moaned at the feeling of your tongue on her body.

“So good baby so fucking good” Natasha praises running her hand through your hair. Her hand gripped the root of your hair and she moved your head up and down leaving her with the control. You stuck your tongue out and let her fuck your face and enjoyed every second of it.

“Fuck baby gonna make me cum already” Her words sparked something in you and you brought you fingers to her clit and started rubbing.

“Cum for me mommy” You said with as much innocence as you could muster in this sinful moment.

“Keep doing that and i will” She said throwing her head back as you went back and shoved your tongue in her while still rubbing her clit.

You relentlessly ate her pussy as if it was your first time. Natasha’s moans filled the room along with her wet sounds of her pussy. Her grip got tighter on your hair and she continued to fuck your face chasing her orgasm.

“Fuck baby right there” She praised feeling her orgasm rush over her. Natasha came with a scream and her hands fell from your hair.

“Oh my fucking god” She said breathlessly as she laid against the pillow.

“Did i do good mommy?” You asked sitting next to her rubbing your fingers over her perked nipples.

“You did so good detka” She praised shivering at your touch.

“Good because we aren’t done” The smile that adorned your face made her heart speed up and another wave of arousal course through her.

“Oh this is definitely the best birthday ever” Natasha said pulling her onto her body making you straddle her before bringing you in for a kiss.

The night was filled with soft touches and sinful moans as the two of you celebrated her birthday together. From that night on Natasha’s birthday became her favorite day of the year.

~The end~

a/n: I got a little carried away lmaooo. But i hope yall enjoyed 🖤🤍

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yaut-jaknowit · 7 months ago

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Think of this yeah, Predators and the PURGE. The one time of the year where everyone is trying to kill one another. It'll be like a birthday party for them.

They encounter reader who is running away from a group who infiltrated her house. They kill her agressors allowing her a chance to escape.

Reader, thankful for the predators intervention saves it when it is heavily injured later on that night and helps it hide from the authorities when dawn breaks.

The Purge

Pairing: Dai'stbaen (Male Yautja) x GN!Reader

Warnings: Kinda gory?, decapitation, blood

Word Count: 3928

Summary: Every year, on the same day, chaos is allowed to break loose. This year, you are caught up in trouble you didn't think would happen. Let alone what you find participating in this year's hunt. No would believe.

Author Note: I love this! It's such a classic idea. They really should make a crossover movie or at least a book about this. Reminds me of Predator 2 with City Hunter in the city.

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Everyone knew this day was coming. A day that brought upon extreme emotions from the pit of their stomachs. Including yourself. Someone who didn’t want to be caught up into the chaos of people dying and the riots. You decided to barricade yourself in your house, armed with a few weapons. Anything to help you to survive till the next day.

When the message began to scream through the T.V about todays events, you find yourself locked away in your room. You are armed to the teeth with knives, a few guns, bats, and other weapons. Whatever you could get your hands on, you collected it. Today is not the day you die.

After the T.V went silent, you held your breath and waited for the first sign of death to pierce the tense air. You jumped at the first shot with the setting sun. This wasn’t the first purge, nor the second you’ve endured. To this day, you count your lucky stars you’ve managed to survive through each of those. Today is no different. You will survive.

Gun fire was sharp in the air outside of your house. Neighbors getting rid of disputes in the harshest of ways. Those who are dark inside of their soul, taking their anger out on anyone who dared to step foot out of the safety of their house. Not you. Yes, you had some pent up anger over life but to possibly loose your life to another, you wouldn’t chance it.

The front door groaned when a massive weight was thrown against it. Your eyes widen to the size of saucers, heartbeat beginning to quicken. This couldn’t be happening.

Your blood ran cold when another bang echoed through the hallway. Who… why? Your mind races to think who would come after you. Who have you screwed over enough to have them come kill you? Not someone you didn’t want to meet but the choice wasn’t yours to make anymore.

On the third slam, the wooden door frame gave way. The door crashed into the wall and most likely left a knob sized hole behind. You flinched and clutched your pistol tightly while watching the bedroom door. Only a simple lock stopped anyone from waltzing in. With the way this person barreled your front door down with only three tries, means this will be nothing.

One of the known creaky floorboards let you know they were entering the hallway. Of course, your bedroom was the first door down this narrow hallway. Both doors to each bedroom may be closed but…

Wood splintered from the door frame. You yelped, hands coming up to take aim. Blood splattered over the floor with an ear splintering shot. Your gun cold. The attacker fell down to his knees then dropped face first into his own blood. The body of one of your neighbors laid dead in the doorway. Your jaw slumped at the very sight in your own home.

A dark figure stepped up behind the down body. An imposing frame that squeezed its way into the hallway. You could only watch the shadow form lean down and grasp the skull of your dead neighbor. A sickening sound filled the air. Bone ripped straight out of the flesh it was once encased with.

Surviving two of these purges, you’ve seen a fair share of gore and gruesome images… but this takes the cake.

Blood forever staining your carpet as this beast clipped the skull and spine to its belt. Frozen like a prey in headlights, you watched it pick up its head and gaze directly at you.

Instantly, you felt like prey in the face of a predator. You were next. But, your hand refused to squeeze the trigger. To do anything to defend yourself in the face of death. The barrel of the gun itself shook far too much to even make a clean shot on the attacker.

Its eyes glowed a deadly red before the shadow itself was gone. A few moments passed before you stumbled back against your bed and gripped at your head.

Nothing made sense. That was no human. Nothing in mankind could rip the skull cleanly out of another mans body like that did. You shuttered and heaved with each breath, attempting to suck out all the air in the room. That still wasn’t enough.

Once the thundering in your ears finally quieted, you took a lungful of air in then slowly breathed it out. You peeked down at the lifeless body of your neighbor again and cringed deeply at the sight. Copper was heavy in the air. You gnawed on your bottom lip and mauled over all of your thoughts.

The only place that resembled safety had been broken into and marred. Now, with the front door wide open and little to block anyone from just pushing it back open, you were faced with a hard decision. Either leave the comfort of your home and wander through the darkness of the night or stay as a sitting duck. If your neighbor who had to be mad you forgot to mow your grass one time was angry enough to attempt murder, there’s no telling who else could be coming for you.

Plus… that shadow figure. Who knows if it will come back to finish the job. You didn’t want to be here to find out.

With one last glance down at Richard, you stepped over his cooling body and headed towards the door. A rifle was strapped to your back; a pistol attached to your hand; multiple knives in various areas. All different kinds of weapons. You were prepared for whatever the night entailed.

Darkness clouded the streets. Even the light from the lamp posts struggle to fight off the consuming, inky blackness that had fell upon the world. You stayed off the streets, off the sidewalks and took backways through your neighborhood. The last thing you wanted was for someone to see you stalking through the night.

Every new sharp sound piercing the tense air soon dulled your anxiety. You jumped less and less until it no longer fazed you. All it was just another sound in the night, another thing that goes bump in the night. You steeled your gaze to peer around a corner.

At the far end of the street, you spotted a group of people marching their way down. You cursed lowly, under your breath. These were the type of people who craved these twelve hours of mauling. They were heavily prepared to destroy anything in their path. Including you if they spotted you.

You instantly ducked back behind the fence and shuffled after. In your state of panic, your foot caught the edge of some pipes randomly lying there. A yelp escaped. You fell face first into the ground.

The old, brittle PVC pipe instantly shattered from underneath your weight. Many shards piercing your skin. You shouted in pain and rolled off to the side, wiggling around on the ground. The realization of the situation that just fell into your lap struck you hard. You scrambled back to your feet and made a dash for it as you heard a taunting voice call through the night.

“We got another one boys!” Terror hit you deep in the stomach. Goosebumps crawled across your skin. You made a mad dash for an escape. Blood dripped down from your flesh. The white shards of PVC stained with same liquid. You grunted and kept sprinting as fast as your legs could take you.

A tiny thought in the back of mind was almost wishful for that creature’s help this time. Richard could’ve been an easier time to defend against then a group of at least ten chasing you.

Their stomps of feet echoing throughout your small neighborhood. It nearly overpowered the thundering of your heart in your ears. You panted and kept up the same speed until your legs cried for rest. They forced you to find shelter behind a nearby shed.

Plants and shrubbery easily hid you from sight. The dark of the night perfect camouflage from the attackers. You forced your breathing to slow down which in turn made you lightheaded from the lack of oxygen. But a little loss on brain cells is far better than the loss of your life.

“I saw them go this way,” a booming voice called to the group. Far too close for comfort. You tensed up, on the verge of holding your breath but forced yourself not to. It was too dark in this area to fully see the figures that were surely marching their way to your death.

Despite the multitude of weapons adorning your frame, there wasn’t a chance you could stand against them. One or two? Possible. Anymore than that and your chances begin to heavily dwindle. Hiding is the best possible chance you had in this terrifying moment. You stayed crouched down even though your skin burned with each move of your chest. The shards making it hard to breath without making shocking its way through your system.

The group stalked closer to your hiding spot. In the most tense moment of your life, feeling worse than prey, you felt the sudden piercing gaze of someone. Instantly, you knew your cover had been blown.

Before you could spring to life to make another escape or go down in a blaze of flying bullets, lightning shot through the air. It struck a dark figure close to your hiding spot. The light just bright enough to reveal a dark figure perched on top of a roof.

All of the people who followed you shouted and began to fire off rounds of ammo. You covered your ears after the first few pops. You were in no condition to make another sprint for it. The group was distracted by… whatever had attacked them. Possibly, they would lose interest in you and go after this offender. Then, you could limp your way home after this horrible adventure outdoors. This is why you stayed home during the purge. Nothing good came from leaving the safety of your house.

A sharp whistle then a dull ‘thunk’ had you jumping in your hiding spot. A shrill scream died out with wet gargling. For the second time that night, you watched someone die right before you. You covered your mouth so no sounds to escape and alert anyone to your presence.

More gun fire ensued less than a moment after the first death. But, you knew it wouldn’t stop there.

Their direction changed to another rooftop, away from you. You glanced at the opening before your very eyes but knew it wasn’t the time. Not with the way your legs shook just barely holding some of your weight. Nor the way your body trembled with the aftershocks of a heavy adrenaline dump unfortunately wearing off.

Through the leaves of the small hideout spot, you observed in anticipation. The darkness of the night made it hard to truly see the gruesome scene unfold before your very eyes. Yet, the sounds… the sounds of dying people will forever haunt your nightmares till the day you died.

More arrows whistled through the air before hitting their mark head on. Each person dying with a terrifying screaming before their dying breath left them.

Whoever this was stragtic about the way they picked off the group members until who had to be their leader was left. He stood, knees knocking against one another, but he still held up his gun and waited for his time to come. Yet, the man wasn’t going to let this creature take him down.

A dull thump sounded to your right. With your hand still covering your mouth, the yelp that about escape was muffled. Light step waxed away from your trembling form. The form stalked towards its last prey. You watched as it pull a whip from its belt then gave a sharp crack of it.

The low light from both the moon and far away lamp posts light the metal. The whip straightened into a sword before your very eyes. Your jaw dropped to the floor. The figure expertly wielded the weapon with a cocky twirl then pointed it at the last person alive from the ground.

Said person about faced at the crack with his own weapon aimed directly at the dark figure. More shots heated the barrel of his pistol. The shadow used both their speed and sword to either block or dodge each attempt. Then, the man was out of bullets.

When he reached to reload his gun with a new magazine, the shadow was sudden in front of him. A dark hand engulfed his throat and lifted him easily off of the ground. Something low was grumbled into the air, too deep for you to understand. Then, the man was thrown onto the ground like a sack of potatoes. You were thankful whatever this thing was decided to spare you. At least for the moment.

The beast itself tossed its sword off to the side then thump a fist against its chest. A deep bellow vibrated the very air around you and caused goosebumps to run up your arms. Both of its arms were spread. A challenge. No matter who or what looked at this scene, the dark figure was issuing a challenge.

This was man was dead. You saw the way this creature had to squeeze into your hallway, even ducking down not to bang its head on your ceiling. He was going to die in even a more brutal way than his fellow companions.

“So, that’s how its going to be, huh?” the man grunted and readied his fists. “Wanna go hand to hand? Man to man? We can do that.” He cracked his neck and punched the air, warming up. “Let’s fight.”

With a car cry, he lunged forward with a mean hit. In a blink of an eye, his hand was caught mid-swing then tossed to the side. You gnawed on your bottom lip while keeping a palm there to contain any noises.

The two of them begin to circle one another. Each step carefully placed while they sized the other up. The man’s chances were slim by the hulking form. He rushed forward again with another fist aimed for the stomach. Yet, his hit never made contact. His fist was blocked. Instead, he felt the burning sensation of his skin being spilt.

Clothing ripped. A cry rolled off of the man’s tongue. He started rapid punches towards the shadow who only grunted and stumbled back a couple of steps. Each step, the man followed then smashed his foot into the side of his attacker’s knee. You heard a pop then a snarl pierce the tension.

Without much sight, you could feel the seething rolling off of the shadow in waves. Even it made you want to turn tail and run like the prey you are. But that would reveal you to the both of them. Whoever won in the end would be far too tired to come after you. The perfect chance to make a run for it and never look back.

As the towering figure returned to its full height, the man stumbled back and had to understand his mistake in the situation. “Shit,” he mumbled into the air. Well, he sure did.

In flurry of shadows and consuming darkness, you could barely keep up with the beast. It launched itself forward with great sped that your mind didn’t register that it had moved. Fury of swipes and punches sent the man flying backwards and slamming into a tree with a sickening crack. He cried out and writhed on the ground.

It’s shoulders heaved then it began to march towards the man’s doom. The way it stepped, careless but wanted to show off its prowess. Both man and beast knew who had won and who had lost. It was time to reap the rewards of its downed prey.

While in the midst of its fury, its sight was directly zoned in on the prey downed by its hand.

Creaking of metal croaked through the air before snapping shut. You gasped loudly which was drowned out by the roar of pain sounding from the shadow. It collapsed to its bad knee with another snarl of agony and stayed there, chest heaving. The bottom of your lip had started to bleed at this point.

The glint of metal through the darkness caught your eye. The once writhing man had collected himself enough to point the barrel of his gun directly at his attacker. His aim trembled as he struggled to straighten it to ensure the bullet met its target.

Your eyes darted between the injured shadow and the man ready to take back the night. The rifle on your back was suddenly heavy. Now, you were faced with a difficult decision that felt like either side wasn’t great. But… the shadow hadn’t attacked you and practically saved you against Richard. No. You had an obligation to save it and could only pray it wouldn’t kill you afterwards. Not once you would reveal your position to it.

Cool, night air entered your lungs with a deep inhale. You quietly pulled the rifle from your back and took aim. Despite the darkness sitting heavy on the air, you find your mark quickly and looked down the sight. The barrel trembled and swayed as you took an extra second to gather your bearings. Before you could overthink the situation, you pulled down on the trigger.

The rifle jerked back into your shoulder safely. You looked over the sight to see the unmoving figure on the ground, lifeless. Your ears rung with the shattering blast.

It tensed at the shot, head snapping over in your direction. It was your turn to be under the scrutiny gaze of the predator. Your spot had been compromised. You shakily stood up and stepped out of from behind the bushes expertly hiding in. Both of your legs tremble from your earily sprint through the night. But, you ignored it and moved a few timid steps closer to the beast.

Both of you gazed at the other, trying to read any intentions. Good or bad. The shadow was the first to break the stare off to reach down. With large hands, it pried off what caught its foot. A bear trap. Not one you’ve ever seen before.

In the dark of the night, neon green blood poured its new wounds created by the trap. This only strengthened the thought this wasn’t a person. Not with its size or speed, let alone what it was wearing and now the glowing blood seeping from it. But… if it can defend and attack ten people by itself, it was best to friend it until dawn rose. With this thing back your side, your chances of survive tenfolded.

You situated your rifle onto your back again. “I’d consider ourselves even but I’m not one to leave someone to be injured,” you spoke softly into the night air, encase there were others close by. You slowly toed close to it. Predator or prey, an injury will make either more desperate and wild. “You can come with me to my house. It’s just around the corner. We can camp there until morning.”

All you could do in the moment was pray it would take up your offer and allow you to shelter it. Not completely to be nice but mostly for your survival. Plus, having a friend to sit with during a time like this wasn’t bad to endure.

Only a few feet separated you and the beast. Even with it on its injured knee, it was a hulking form. Barrel chest, muscles adorning every single inch of its body. No wonder it took out those people with little trouble.

It picked up its strangely shaped head. You heard something rubbery tapping against metal. With the darkness, it was hard to tell the finer details about your newfound companion. Again, you didn’t feel like judging it when it could help you in this situation.

With the bear trap off of its foot, it returned to its full height and towered over you. You gulped and tilted your head back to look up at it. The shadow moved forward directly into your space. It was the moment it chose to either kill you or join you. You waited with bated breath.

Despite the night, you saw the way it dipped itself. You perked up and felt the corners of your mouth perking up in a miniature smile. “Okay.” You nodded your head in rapid movement to hyper yourself up. “Alrighty, let’s go then. Are you able to walk by yourself?” Not that you could carry its weight or even hold it up if it couldn’t. But it was nice to ask anyhow.

All you received was a short growl. Okay then, that was your answer. You kept your trap shut and began to lead the beast towards your home.

When you arrived home shortly after defending the beast, you dragged Richards cold body out of the house and barricaded the door to the best of your ability. You showed the figure to your bathroom while keeping the lights off. Anything to not draw attention to your house. A light would do that. You did your best to wash your hands and face then peered at your injured self in the mirror. The shards of PVC still lodged into your skin.

A hand landed on your shoulder and scared the shit out of you. It took a lot of skill to prevent yourself from screaming out in fright. You glanced behind you at the figure having to slightly hunch over in your bathroom. It motioned towards the plastic in your chest and arms.

“Ah, yeah… I fell when I was trying to run away,” you mumbled and rubbed at a spot behind your neck. The creature seemed to pause for a moment and left you standing there. You shrugged it off then bent over to grab the first aid kit from the cabinet underneath the sink.

It lumbered over to the bathtub’s edge and sat down. You ignored it for the most part to begin working on your own wounds. You could only hope that none of these would get infected or else a hospital visit tomorrow was going to suck terribly.

With no light to guide your hand, it was hard to use the tweezers to grasp all the pieces in your skin. It got to a point where you slammed your hand down on the counter with a huff. You hung your head and took a deep breath in.

A grunt sounded from your right. You glanced over to find the shadow looking at you, its hand held out. “What?” you snapped at it then glanced down at the tweezers in your hand. “Oh, you want these? Fine, not like I’m good at using the-ack!” When you reached to drop the tool into its awaiting palm, it snatched your wrist and tugged you towards it. You were pushed onto the closed toilet seat, arm forced towards the creature.

All of this happened so quickly that you barely had time to register it starting to pluck the PVC from your skin. You blinked a few times to comprehend what was happening before letting it continue. And in return, you helped set its kneecap back into place and wrap its ankle up. What quite a pair the two of you are.

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