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PART 2 OF PRISONER!GETO
prisoner!geto who canât stop thinking about late at night, getting so worked up and horny, the most horny heâs been in a while. Heâs pulling his pants down, closing his eyes while he pictures the way your scrubs clung to your body and showed off your ass. He thanks god he doesnât have a bunkie or else heâd be in a real awkward position. He purposely gets into another fight a week later, the wound on his lip opening back up. Heâs smiling to himself as he gets walked to the infirmary knowing heâll see you there.
âNot you again,â you sigh.
âTold you Iâd see you soon, doctor.â He sits on the small bed, watching as you put on gloves and examine his busted lip. He can tell youâre avoiding eye contact with him, trying your hardest to ignore his stares and slight touches. âHave you thought about my offer yet?â He asks.
You gulp, blinking as you rub the ointment over his wound. âDonât know what youâre talking about.â You play stupid, but you remember your last conversation so clearly. It makes you nervous. All he does is laugh.
âCome on. Iâll even beg.â He grabs your wrist, slowing pulling it down, a smug smirk on his handsome face. âYou telling me you havenât thought about it once since we last seen each other?â He whispers. He parts his legs, pulling you in between them. And god, you smell so good. So sweet. He could just eat you up right here.
You stand there, unable to form words because as much as you want to say no, you want to say yes. He makes your heart race and your pussy wet. What a sly bastard. With his stupid tattoos, muscles, hair and chiseled face. You hate how much effect he has on you.
âListen,â he rubs a hand down your waist, âmeet me in the supply closet by the showers during lunchtime if youâre really down.â He flashed a smile before standing to his feet and walking out the infirmary. âBye, bye, doctor.â
Come lunchtime, you walked through the halls of the prison, mentally cursing at yourself. Itâs just one time, one time. You bet he wonât even be there, that heâs just playing a stupid joke cause heâs bored with himself. And as you reach out to open the supply door, your heart beats against your ribcage, looking around to find the halls empty. You step in, seeing him leaning against the wall, the faint rays of light allowing you to make out some of his features. âWell, look who it is,â he chuckles. âCame here to help me out, doc?â He walks over to you, trapping you between him and the door.
âShut up already and letâs get it over with.â You smash your lips on his, kissing him with such urgency and fervor. His large hands grab at your ass, squeezing and groping it as he pushes you against the wall, knocking a few things over. You both pull away, breathing heavily, lips swollen. âWe gotta be quick,â you whisper, undoing his jumpsuit while he pulls down your pants.
âMore eager than I am, huh?â He teases, earning an eye roll from you. âCome here.â He bends you over the small wooden table, snatching your panties off and getting a good feel of your ass. His dick jumps, pre cum already leaking from the swollen tip. Heâs already so worked up, so ready to feel your wet and tight cunt. âFuck,â he grunts, running his head over your sopping slit, nudging your clit slightly. âAlready so fucking wet.â
He pushes his throbbing tip past your folds, a small gasp leaving your lips when you feel how thick he is. Inch by inch you feel the stretch, you mouth agape as you try and grow accustomed to his size. Getoâs entire body shivers, his fingers pressing into your skin so hard youâre sure heâd leave marks. âOhhh shit,â he lets out a shaky breath. God, itâs been so fucking long since heâs had some good pussy and he can already tell he wonât last long. He finally bottoms out, feeling your walls clench around his length, sucking him in. âMy god,â he laughs in your ear. âLemme just enjoy this feelingâfuckkkâfor a moment,â he moans, eyes fluttering shut.
He finally starts moving his hips, feeling his tip press against your cervix with each thrust. With each passing second, he gets faster, fucking your harder and rougher, your pussy has got him in a trance. âPussy feels so fucking good,â he grips your hips, pulling you back towards him so you can meet his thrusts. One of his hands reach around your throat, gripping it just enough as he pulls you back against his broad chest. âDo you fuck all of your patients or am I just special?â He jokes.
âMmmmâŚshutâahâup!â You cry out, whimpering when he presses up against you, finding a new angle that makes your eyes roll back. âJust keep fucking me,âyou say with a raspy breath.
âDoctors orders.â He can feel the way your pussy leaks, your juices dripping down his shaft and make his cock ache like never before. It almost hurts. He hold you tighter against him, the sound of skin on skin filling the small room. âYou take it so well,â he breathes against your skin, pressing wet kisses to your neck. âSo fucking well.â His thrusts grow sloppier, chasing his own orgasm. But in the distance, he hears the guards walking down the hall. âShh, shh, shh.â His hand covers your mouth, his thrusts becoming slow and deep, letting you feel every inch of his cock, every vein, every pulse before hitting that sweet spot deep inside of you.
Your eyes squeeze shut, trying your hardest to keep quiet, the guard getting closer and closer. Their keys jingle with each step and their voices grow louder. âAtta girl. You feel how fucking deep I amâŚshiittt. Keep fucking squeezing me like thatâyeah, yeah youâre gonna make me fucking cum.â His brows furrow as he bites down as his bottom lip in attempts to contain his moans, but his abs tense up and his entire body shakes before heâs filling you up, stuffing you with his sticky, hot cum. âNo, no, donât you dare move. Just like thattt, oh yes!â His eyes roll back, still cumming. His pushes his cum deeper inside of you, feeling it leak back out before he finally pulls out.
Geto truly wishes he couldâve had more time with you. His mouth drooling over the mere thought of how you taste, wanting to make you cum on his tongue, but for now heâll have to settle for this. âYou came inside me, asshole!â You pull your pants back up, turning to face him.
âCouldnât let it go to waste.â He reaches out and stroke your cheek. âRight?â
âWhatever.â You swat his hand away. âWhere are my underwear?â You look around the dimly lit room before realizing he was holding them.
âIâll be keeping these for later,â he swung them in your face before stuffing them in his pocket.
âYouâre such a pervert.â You narrowed your eyes at him.
âYou have my cum running down your leg right now.â He places a finger under your chin, tilting it towards him as he leans down and kisses you slowly, his tongue sliding over yours before catching your bottom lip. âMmm, thank you, doctor.â He smiles before kissing you once more.
You push him off of you, trying to process everything you just did right now. It was so wrong but it felt so right, so good, so intoxicating. âIf it makes you feel any better, I get out in six months.â
âNo. This was a one time thing.â You place a hand on his chest, shaking your head.
âWas it? Cause I donât think it was. Not with the way your pussy was squeezing around me. It was almost like she was made for me.â He cups your face, forcing you to look at him. His eyes searches yours, a smile forming at the corner of his lips. âYeahâŚit definitely isnât the last time.â
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pairing: lando norris x fem!sainz!reader
summary: you and landoâs relationship gets revealed by your cousin . . . but are people surprised?
request: âwould you be able to write a lando x driver sainz!reader fic where reader is carlos' cousin, drives for one of the teams and maybe has a secret blossoming relationship with lando. focused on the mexico gp when lando had celebratory dinner with carlos' family and reader is also there. fans ship them and have speculations (maybe write a little bit about this, possibly a thread or fan fave moments and interactions between them during gps or on social media). only the grid knows about the relationship and maybe carlos accidentaly exposes them on social media.
warnings: established relationship, bullying (jokingly) | faceclaim is lola lovinfosse, to whoever sent this request, thank you for the nice note đ stuff like that makes me continue to do this !!!!!!!, no cause why would carlos actually do that, i saw a tiktok comment saying âcarlos always looks like he doesnât know where he is or what heâs doingâ and i totally agree
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yourusername letâs go to mexico! đ˛đ˝
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f1 vamos!
user1 theyâre not ready for her
carlossainz55 adelante!
user2 you know sheâs going to terrorize the whole grid during media day
user3 sainz-sainz podium??
landonorris oh geez
âł yourusername BOO đ
user4 you deserved a barbie cameo
âł yourusername let me get greta on the phone đ
user5 her and lando beefing is so funny to me
âł yourusername heâs so annoying đ petion to have duck tape permanently on his mouth
user6 i canât wait for media day
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f1 ready to race đ
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user1 carlos looks like heâs in a constant state of confusion
âł yourusername he is. you should see him when we have family reunions
yourusername @landonorris you need a stylist đđđ
âł landonorris what about carlos???
âł yourusername better than you đ¤ˇââď¸
âł landonorris i hope you crash
user2 landoâs going to get a talking to for that comment
user3 sheâs slaying đđ
user4 y/n ATEEE per usual
yourusername added to their story! landonorris added to their story!
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yourusername good qualifying in mexico with a p5! eventually found the right feeling with the car. ready to fully focus tomorrow đ
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user1 you got this !!!!
âł yourusername thank youu
user2 give it all my girlie â¤ď¸
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user3 youâre going smoke em
âł yourusername i love your confidence
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skysportsf1 lando norris in an interview after qualifying on his talk with FIA after his comments on y/n y/l/nâs instagram!
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user1 ariana? what are you doing here đ¤¨
yourusername karma.
âł user2 girl youâre next đđ
user3 she was right, he does need a stylist đ¤ˇââď¸
user4 y/nâs so iconic
user5 you can see her smirking and giggling đđ
landonorris thereâs so much else i wanted to say
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yourusername felicidades carlos por p1 !!!! you did so incredible and i know aunt reyes will be estactic! congrats as well to charlie đ and lando đ
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user1 the difference in emojis says it all
landonorris whatâs up with the emoji
âł yourusername đŻđŚđ
user2 she cooked him
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user3 i know the sainz family is happy today with p1 and p5
charles_leclerc merci y/n!
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f1gossip mclaren driver lando norris and redbull driver y/n y/l/n seen cuddling up in the background of an instagram story posted by carlos sainz after celebrating the mexico grand prix. thoughts?
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user1 we all saw how they looked at each other during media day
user2 her face when she congratulated lando!!!!
âł user3 that man was blushing HARD
user4 no oneâs surprised
user5 that person on twitter was on to something đ¤
user6 this is such a carlos thing to do
âł user7 right?!
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yourusername itâs true . . . i am looking to get rid of my boyfriend. he is short, annoying, and snores. there is a $20 entry free đ anything higher than $2 i will accept
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landonorris this is so debilitating
user1 I KNEW IT
user2 she really took him out with this one đ
landonorris ALSO I AM NOT SHORT
âł landonorris and iâm not THAT annoying
âł yourusername nothing to say about the snoring??
âł landonorris iâm afraid everyone knows that one already đ
carlossainz55 my bad
âł yourusername itâs not your fault old people donât know how to use phones
user3 carlos just got a permanent headache
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landonorris iâve just accepted the bullying
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yourusername stop lying you love it
âł landonorris do i? đ¤¨
user1 i just know carlos is even more excited for family vacations
carlossainz55 iâve had to deal with it for years, itâs your turn
user2 sheâs so silly
âł yourusername right? itâs not my fault đ
charles_leclerc the whole grid knew and we had a bet on who was going this spillc and it wasnât carlos
âł user3 who did you think it was going to be?
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It's a Love Story - Chapter 11 (The End)
Summary:
Azriel's shadows find their master a wife.
Azriel would just really like his heart not to get broken again.
And Sky...well, she's just really surprised that that far too handsome male is interested in her at all.
Warning:
Rhys Bashing (as usual), I classified this as Azriel x OC, even when it't technically Azriel x Sellyn Drake (but we kinda know nothing about Sellyn Drake other than that she writes books so Sky is kinda an OC), Cassian is kinda a good guy for once, Azriel has a horrible time, as usual... Stuttering, toxic families (For once I do not mean the IC), Self-Esteem Issues, Secret Identity, Body Image Issues, Fat Shaming, People being utterly horrible. Racism against Illyrians/Lesser Faes?
If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please take care of your own mental health and don't read it.
I could write more, but quite frankly, I think I would kinda drag it out and the first major arc is tied up with a neat little bow! There are definitely be threads left dangling for me to pick up whenever I want to write more about Sky and Azriel, but I think around 50k is a good place to stop for now â¤ď¸
Even the Spymaster of the Night Court paid taxes.
That was the only reason why Rhysand even found out where exactly Azrielâs home even was.
Azrielâs home was in the outskirts of Velaris, near the mountains. A little lake cabin. Rhys hadnât even known that Azriel owned it but apparently he did.
Rhys shouldnât go there. He knew that.
Rhys should be giving his brother space. That was probably the least he owed him. But he couldn't stop himself. He needed to know Azriel was alright. That he was happy.
Rhys needed to apologise. He needed to make amendsâŚ
And Azriel was ignoring him. Mental shields as shored up as they ever had been, shoving back at Rhys at every opportunityâŚ
He had never seen Azriel's mental shields like this before, and it concerned him. He knew Azriel was angry at him, had ever right to be angry, but Rhys hadn't expected his brother to shut him out so completely.
Reports were still arriving on his desk punctually as always. But Azriel seemed utterly uninterested in actually talking to Rhys.Â
It was a small comfort, knowing that Azriel was still working, but Rhysand couldnât shake off the feeling of guilt that had settled deep in his gut. He knew that he had hurt Azriel deeply, and he couldnât blame his brother for shutting him out.
Rhys wished he could turn back time and fix things, but he had messed up terribly. He knew he had to give Azriel space, but the silence between them was deafening . It was a constant reminder of just how much damage he had caused.
As the days went on, Rhysand found himself consumed by thoughts of what he could have doneâŚshould have done⌠He tried reaching out to Azriel mentally, only to be rebuffed each time.Â
Cassian showed up alone for debriefings and if Rhys showed up at the House of Wind for Valkyrie Training, Azriel was nowhere to be seen.Â
So finallyâŚRhys had enough. So he showed up at that house.Â
It was a nice house too, a secluded cabin at a mountain lake. Rhys knew that he wasnât welcome, not after everything that had passed between them, but he had to see Azriel.Â
Rhys raised a hand, knocking gently on the door. He could hear the faint sound of movement inside. Rhysand sighed. He should leave. He knew he should leave. But he couldn't bring himself to do it.
And then suddenly, to his surpriseâŚthe door opened.Â
ââŚCâŚCan IâŚ.can I hâŚhelp you?â
She was brown haired and short⌠with deep blue eyes and freckles smattering over her nose.
Rhysand looked at the woman in front of him, taken aback by her appearance. He didn't know what he had expected, but it certainly wasn't a small, curvy, freckled brunette.
"I, uh..." Rhysand stammered, his mind blanking. "I was looking for Azriel." he finally brought out.Â
The small female studied him carefully, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "AzâŚAzriel's nâŚnot hâŚhere," she stuttered.
Rhysand's heart sank, but he tried not to let it show. "Do you know where he is?" he asked, desperate for any information.
The female hesitated, biting her lip slightly. She seemed to be contemplating her answer, her brow furrowing in thought. After a moment, she finally looked back up at him, her expression unreadable. "HeâŚHe's...oâŚout fâŚfor tâŚthe dâŚday," she said finally, not giving him anymore than that.
Rhysand tried to keep the frustration out of his voice, but it was difficult. He was so close to his brother, and yet so far away. "Do you know when he'll be back?" he asked sharply.
She nearly flinched away from him at that tone of voice.
He opened his mouth to apologise, but he didn't even get to that. Because some thing with wickedly sharp claws, launched itself at his head with a hissing sound.
Rhysand yelped as the mysterious creature swiped at his face, growling all the while.
"HECTORÂ NO!" The female shrieked.
Rhysand stumbled backwards, trying to dodge the sharp claws.
Just at that moment, he felt more than he heard his brother's arrival.
Azriel materialized between them with a loud flapping of wings, his siphons blazing. He stood protectively in front of the small female, his expression murderous.
"Hector to me," he snapped. The thing, a cat ...an incredible ugly , murderous looking cat let off Rhys with another growl and slunk back to Azriel's side, heeling like a dog. The woman quickly scooped him up in her arms.
Cassian's laughter washed over him, at that moment, as Rhys was still laying on the ground, bested by a cat .
"Taking down by a cat now, Rhysie?" Cassian asked him with a snort, offering him his hand to gain his feet.
Rhys already knew that he was never going to live this down.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Azriel hissed, his voice filled with anger. His wings were spread wide, and Rhysand could see the barely contained ferocity beneath his brother's cold facade.
Rhysand winced at Azriel's harsh tone. He knew he had messed up, and he didn't blame his brother for being angry with him. "I just wanted to see you," he said, feeling small under Azriel's penetrating glare.
Azriel's expression didn't soften at his words. "You had no right," he said sharply. "You can't just show up here unannounced, Rhysand. This is my home, and you're not welcome here. You terrified Sky!"
Sky. Sky. That was the name of his brother's mate...of the pretty brunette that was standing behind him, fussing over her murderous cat.
Rhysand glanced over at Sky guiltily. "I...I'm sorry," he said to her. "I didn't mean to scare you."
Sky hesitated, before nodding stiffly. Her face remained guarded, her arms still wrapped protectively around the mangy cat. Rhysand couldn't help but notice how small she looked compared to Azriel's imposing formâŚand the absolute massive cat.Â
"I am sorry," he turned to his brother, swallowing. The apology wasn't enough. he knew that. And it wasn't going to fix the fact that Azriel didn't trust him anymore or... *Az. Please.*
"How did you find this house?" Azriel demanded.
"I checked the tax reports," Rhys admitted with a grimace.
Azriel's expression darkened even further, and Rhys braced himself for a reprimand. Instead, his brother let out a harsh, bitter chuckle. "Of course you did," he said flatly. "Just can't stay out of my business, can you?"
Rhysand felt a pang in his chest at the hostility in Azriel's voice. He knew he deserved every ounce of resentment his brother felt, but it still hurt deep to hear it out loud. "I...I was worried about you," he said lamely.âI just needed to see you." he added. "To apologise."
"You don't even realise the lines you keep crossing, do you?" Cassian asked him flatly. "Ever thought about the fact that maybe you should have waited until Azriel was ready to hear you out?
Rhysand winced. Cassian's words struck a nerve, and he knew his friend was right. He had been rash and insensitive in coming here unannounced. "I...I wasn't thinking," he admitted softly.
Cassian shook his head, his expression still stern. "That's the problem, Rhys," he said bluntly. "You never seem to think these days. It's like you're so caught up in your own head that you don't consider how your actions affect those around you."
Rhysand's gaze dropped, shame washing over him. Cassian's words pierced straight through him, and he struggled to find a response. He knew he had been making mistakes, but hearing them laid out so bluntly still stung.
"What do you want?" Azriel asked him flatly. "Why did you come here?"
"I wanted to apologise," Rhys said weakly. "I...fucked up. I know that. I want to...fix things."
Azriel's face remained impassive, his eyes hard. "You can't just fix things with an apology, Rhys," He said curtly. "You crossed more than one line, and you shattered my trust. Do you really think saying sorry is enough?"
"Az," his mate said softly, her voice quiet. "H..He's blee..bleeding all over our front lawn after my cat at..attacked him. At least let him sit down and give him a healing salveâŚ"
Azriel turned to look at his mate, his anger softening ever so slightly at the concern in her voice. He let out a heavy sigh, before nodding stiffly. "Fine," he said gruffly. "But no more than that."
Rhysand nodded gratefully, relieved that Azriel was willing to let him in, even if only slightly. "Thank you," he said quietly. "I...I really am sorry."
Azriel didn't respond, turning away from him and herded Sky and the murder cat into the house. Rhysand watched him go, feeling a pang of sadness. It was clear that his brother's anger was far from abated, and he knew it would take a lot more than just an apology to mend their fractured relationship.
"Come on," Cassian prodded him up.
The first thing that Rhys realised about the house Azriel shared with his mate was that it was absolutely stuffed full with books. The second was, that Azriel clearly doted on the Murder Cat that got a crystal dish with tuna on it put on the floor before Azriel even went in the direction of the healing salve, which he slapped down on the table in front of Rhysand. .
"IâŚI am soâŚsorry," Sky apologised to Rhys, bright blue eyes apologetic. "HâŚHector has nevâŚnever done anything like that before, I swear."
Yeah, somehow he doubted that. But he also doubted that it was going to help his relationship with Azriel if he was going to annoy his mate about her beastly cat. The thing had a worse personality than Amren .Â
"Don't worry about it," he said, with what he hoped he was a gracious smile. "I think your cat and I just got off on the wrong foot." He looked over at the cat, who was now happily devouring the tuna as if it hadn't just tried to claw his face off.
"Good Boy, Hector," Azriel said warmly.
Rhysand could just stare.
Azriel, the feared Spymaster of the Night Court, was cooing at a mangy cat like a proud parent. He never would have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.
"Who knew the Spymaster had a soft spot for cats," Rhysand remarked with a faint smile. Azriel shot him a warning glare, but the sternness was lost at the tender way he was petting the cat. "I am really sorry," Rhys apologised again.
"You said so. Numerous times," Azriel shot back.
Rhysand sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He knew Azriel was still angry with him, but it was hard not to feel the guilt weighing down on him. "I know," he said softly. "But I want you to know that I mean it. I am sorry, Azriel. For everything."
Azriel's expression remained impassive, but Rhysand could see the flicker of sadness in his eyes. He knew his brother was struggling to forgive him, but he hoped that with time, Azriel would be able to find it in his heart to do so.
"I just want to make things right," Rhysand said earnestly. "I miss you, Az. I miss my brother."
"You'll need to decide one of those days," Azriel said sharply. "Am I your soldier or am I your brother?"
Rhysand flinched at the words, feeling the weight of the accusation hit him hard.Â
He had always tried to balance his role as High Lord with his relationship with his brothers, but he knew thatâŚthat he hadnât been fair to Azriel for a long time. "You're right," he conceded quietly. "I have been treating you like my soldier instead of my brother, and that's not fair to you."
"You have been treating him absolutely deplorably," Cassian cut him off.
Rhysand hung his head, feeling the weight of his mistakes settling heavy on his shoulders. "IÂ know," he said quietly. "I've been so caught up in my own problems and responsibilities as High Lord that I lost sight of what really matters. And I've hurt Azriel because of it."
"And you stuck your nose in things that are none of your business," Cassian continued. "I get it that you are tired of fighting, Rhys, we all are, but you can't keep conflict out of our family by ordering Azriel to behave in the way you would like him to."
Rhysand winced, knowing Cassian was right. He had been trying to control things, to make sure everyone was safe and happy, but in the process, he had driven a wedge between himself and his brothers. "I...I know," he admitted reluctantly. "I wasâŚI was stupid. I am tired of war. Of fighting. And I was just trying to protect him, but I went about it all wrong."
" Protect me?" Azriel asked him, his voice dripping with disdain. " Protect me from what ?"
Rhysand looked away, feeling the shame rise within him. He knew he had overstepped, and he knew that Azriel was angry with him. "The consequences that would have arisen," he said delicately. He didn't know what Azriel had told his mate...didn't know how much she knew, but she was watching him with an expression on his face, he couldn't quite place.
"Well, I am an adult, Rhysand," Azriel snapped. "I am perfectly capable of protecting myself."
Rhys knew that. He knew Azriel was more than capable of taking care of himself. But he still felt the need to protect him, to shield him from harm.
"I...I know that," Rhysand said quietly. "I just didn't want to see you get hurt." He glanced over at Azriel's mate, who was still watching him warily. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being evaluated, judged for his mistakes.
Azriel let out a dry chuckle. "Well, it's a little late for that, don't you think?" he said bitterly. "You've seen to that already." Rhysand winced at the accusation, knowing that he deserved every ounce of Azriel's anger.
"I know," he said again, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I am sorry for that. I see now that it was the wrong way to go about it." He looked into his brother's dark eyes, pleading for understanding.
Azriel met his gaze, his expression softening ever so slightly. "Protecting me by making decisions for me is not protecting me, Rhysand," he said quietly. "It's...it's suffocating. It's demeaning."
Rhysand nodded, knowing that Azriel was right. He had been trying to control everything, trying to make sure that nothing went wrong, and he had lost sight of what was truly important. "I understand," he said quietly. "And I am sorry for making you feel that way. It was wrong of me."
Azriel studied him for a moment, before finally sighing. "Just...stop it," he said simply. "No more interfering in my personal life, no more giving me orders like I am one of your soldiers."
Rhysand let out a shaky breath, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "I promise," he said earnestly. "I won't do it again, Az. I...I'll respect your boundaries, and I'll never overstep again."
Azriel snorted. âIâll believe that when I see it,â he said gruffly. "And if you do...if you try to control me like that again, I swear Rhysand...it won't end well."
"You'll haâŚhave HeâŚHecctor to contend with," Sky said, her voice even.
Rhysand looked over at Hector, who had finished his tuna and was now licking his chops. Rhys swallowed. "He does seem to be a force to be reckoned with," he said carefully.
Sky gave him a small, tight-lipped smile. "You could say tâŚthat," she said, her tone neutral. Azriel snorted a laugh, shaking his head as he watched his mate. It was the first genuinely carefree sound Rhysand had heard from his brotherâŚin a long time.
Despite the earlier tension, Rhysand found himself smiling too. There was something about the way Azriel looked at his mate, the way he looked...happy, that made Rhysand feel like maybe everything would be alright.
Hector chose that moment to let out a loud meow, his voice sounding like a rusty hinge in the otherwise quiet room. Azriel looked down at the cat, rolling his eyes. "Alright, alright, I'll get you your second helping, spoiled brat," he said, a hint of fondness in his voice.
Rhysand chuckled, feeling the tension that had been weighing him down lift just a little. Things between him and Azriel weren't repaired yet, they had a long way to go, but for the first time in a long while, he felt hopeful.
âThey do say the pen is miâŚmightier than a sword,â Sky said suddenly. âYou treat Azriel like that again and youâll see just how mighty my pen is.â
Rhysand's eyebrows shot up in surprise at Sky's unexpected threat. It was clear that she wasn't messing around, and Rhys couldn't help but admire her boldness. He glanced over at Azriel, who was trying to suppress a smile.
"I'll keep that in mind," Rhysand said, trying to hide his amusement. "Though I have to say, I canât imagine a pen being as terrifying as Hector."
Cassian snorted. âOh you have no idea,â he muttered
Rhysand's eyes widened in curiosity at Cassian's comment. What on earth did that mean? But before he could inquire further, Azriel's voice broke through.
"Don't worry about it," he said, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Let's just say that you don't want to get on Sky's bad side, especially when she has her writing instruments within reach."
"Duly noted," Rhysand said, nodding seriously. He had a feeling that Azriel's mate was not someone to be trifled with, regardless of how harmless she looked, and he had no intention of finding out first-hand just how mighty her pen truly was.
Hector, having finished his second helping of tuna, let out a satisfied meow before padding over to Sky and rubbing against her leg. She reached down and scratched him behind the ears, smiling as he purred contentedly.
Rhysand watched the scene. He had never seen Azriel so relaxed, so happy, and it made him realize just how badly he had missed his brother. It was a reminder that family was more important than anything, and that he needed to cherish the people he cared about.
âSeems like you arenât Skyâs favourite,â Cassian drawled.
Azriel snorted. âNah, I come a distant third behind Hector and the shadows.â
Rhys watched with a swallow as these shadows that he had seen torturing people came over to Sky and twined around her hands. Azriel's words were said in jest, but Rhysand could hear the fondness in his voice. It was clear that Azriel adored his mate, and that the shadows had taken a liking to her as well. Rhysand tried not to let the slight sting of jealousy show on his face.
As he watched, the shadows danced around Sky's fingers, like they were alive and had a mind of their own. Rhys had seen the shadows in action, had seen how Azriel used them to fight and spy, but he had never seen them act this way before. There was a tenderness in the way they twined around Sky that was almost...beautiful.
Rhys turned to Azriel, who was watching his mate with a soft expression on his face. "They seem to like her," he commented, keeping his voice neutral.
"That's an understatement," Azriel said drily. "They're obsessed with her. They won't leave her alone."
Rhysand could see that clearly, but what surprised him more was how comfortable Sky seemed with them. She wasn't scared or even bothered by their presence...
It did make sense he supposed. The shadows were Azriel's weapon, his most trusted companions...that they would like his mate.
Rhysand watched as Sky looked up from where the shadows were wrapping around her fingers, a faint smile on her face. She seemed completely at ease with the strange entities, as if they were just another part of Azriel that she had accepted and embraced.
And it was also a sharp reminder of how much trust Rhys had destroyed through his actions. It was very clear who Azriel preferred, who he trusted more. Who he gravitated towards. Who even his shadows doted on, these strange, creatures that Rhys was quite sure would stop at nothing to keep their master safe.
The realization stung, but Rhys knew he had no one to blame but himself. He had caused this rift between them, he had pushed Azriel away, and now he was paying the price for it. But he was determined to make it right, no matter how long it took.
As he watched Azriel gently brush away a stray strand of hair from Sky's face, Rhys made a silent vow. He would do whatever it took to repair their broken bond, to regain Azriel's trust and respect. No matter how hard it was, no matter how long it took, he would make things right.
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"You want to talk about it?" Sky asked him quietly, after Cassian ad Rhys had gone.Â
She was fine now. Content. No more pulling at the mating bond so harshly and pushing all her fear at him. It had shaved at least a century of his life, to feel that from her when Casisan and him had been sparring and he knew that she was supposed to be safe at home.
He had expected near everythingâŚbut he hadnât expected to arrive to the view of Hector scratching Rhysâs face with all his might.Â
Azriel took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the day's events bearing down on him. He wasn't sure if he was ready to put his tangled emotions into words yet, but he also knew that he couldn't keep it all bottled up inside.
"Rhys gave me some orders that I didn't agree with," he said drily. "Stuck his nose in things that he had no business to interfere with. He treated me...treated me like my feelings didn't matter. That I didn't matter....It took a really bad fight on Solstice for this apology to occur," he said with a grimace.
"You don't think he means it?" Sky asked him curiously, turning to look at him.
"No, he does mean it," Azriel said with a sigh. He did believe that. âHe wants to fix things. to rebuild trust...And I do want that too. Regardless of how much of an asshole he can be on occasion he is still my brother ."
Sky was quiet for a long moment, watching him intently. Azriel felt the weight of her gaze, knowing that she was analyzing the situation, trying to understand what he was feeling. Finally, she spoke.
"You're worried that he'll disappoint you again," she said softly. "That he'll make promises that he can't keep. That he'll go back on his word and hurt you worse than before."
Azriel's throat felt tight. The words hit him hard, because Sky had put a voice to his deepest fears. "Yes," he admitted. "That'sexactly what I'm afraid of. I want to believe him, I do."
But it was hard to trust Rhys right ow. Especially with Sky. Trusting Rhys with the most important, the most precious part of his life...
"I can loan you Hector whenever he pisses you off again," Sky offered him seriously, and Azriel couldn't help but laugh.
"Thanks," he said with a small smile. "I might just take you up on that." He pulled her closer, burying his face in her hair. The scent of caramel and hazelnuts enveloped him, calming his racing thoughts and easing the tension in his shoulders.
"I love you, he whispered into her skin and she hummed. "Regardless of what happens, you have me," Sky promised him. "I'll be behind you, every step of the way. regardless of whatever you decide."
Those words were like a balm to Azriel's soul. The fear and doubt that had been plaguing him since Rhysand's unexpected visit receded, replaced by a sense of safety and certainty. He held onto Sky tightly.
"I love you too," she murmured, the words barely audible even in the still apartment.
They stayed like that for a long moment, simply holding onto each other.
*I don't think I ever thanked you.*Â he told the shadows softly as he held his mate in his arms.
The shadows fluttered around him, wrapping around his arms and shoulders like a comforting embrace. They didn't say anything, but Azriel could feel their response. They had been with him through thick and thin, protecting him, guiding him, and never once asking for a word of thanks. And yet, he knew that they understood his gratitude, that they could feel itâŚ
*Thank you for finding her.*
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Hiraya produced one energy sphere then another at ease. There is a smug written in her face. Janaya rolled his eyes towards Hirayaâs boasting attitude. Hiraya and Janaya are taught how to use energy magic by their father in the magic training room of their family home. Janaya is having trouble in making an energy ball.
âYouâll get it. You just need to try harder.â Said Kyle.
Janaya scowled and side eyes at Hiraya. âI am trying. Iâm trying harder than anyone else. Do you know how humiliating it is to struggle with something everyone else can just do?â
âYou are not, concentrate son.â Said Kyle, ignoring Janayaâs feelings. Janaya frowned. He saw how Nebula demonstrate herself in creating an energy ball (only because she has the power of the Royal Wand) and she did give tips to him. It is always concentration!
Janaya gritting his teeth out of anger. A burning rage inside in belly. He gather all the energy from his surrounding and the mana in his body as much he could. Especially his own anger, converting it into Noir Fuel Spirt. He finally made a energy ball. It is a blue colour that look exactly like a kill ball. Janaya lashes out, throwing it to the wall, sending it flying and disintegrating and splitting the target. Hiraya flinch, seeing another one of her brotherâs angry outbursts. Next thing Hiraya and Kyle knew, they watch Janaya fall down to the floor. All Janaya know after he fell, are the the black dots form in his vision and soon he passed out.
âJanaya!â Said Kyle, letting out a gasp. He picks up his son and makes attempts to wake him up. He checks for concussion as well. Kyle realize that his son is not waking up as he check his pulse, still alive but slow due to exhaustion.
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Janaya lifts himself up from bed, he rubs his eyes in circle motions. He realizes he is in his room. Janaya see his mother, sitting on a chair, next to her son lying in bed.
âMom?â Janaya asked. âWhat happened?â He said confused.
âYour dad says you have a hissy fit during magic practice again.â Janna explained. Janaya nodded.
âDid I unintentionally started a fire again?â He asked another question.
âNo.â Janna replied with an answer, relieving Janaya of his anguished thoughts. He did not start fire, that means he is making good progress with his magic.
âAfter what happened, we can deny it no longer. Me and your father decided that he wonât be your instructor in energy magic. Since you are magically disable in this attribute.â Said Janna.
âBut⌠I wants to be a master wizard likes dadâŚâ he said, looking at his mom in pleading eyes and fear that he disappoints his dad.
Janna felt sympathetic towards her son. âYou will be just like him Janaya, just not wielding energy magic.â
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That was a back then when he was a child, Janaya watch from afar to see Second Summer Campers casting spells in The Arena of Camp Synonymous Island. In his time in Townsville, as a part of his magic journey, he had met many magic users. Some are super heroes. Some as civilians. Some as superheroes. He has seen some who have potential to be master wizards. A few who would become Sorcerer Supreme in Eugeniaâs eyes.
âYou okay Jan?â, Ethan asked.
âI confirm that I am fine with my emotions,â Janaya replied, maintaining his pace and volume and express openness and gratitude to not get caught up on something that bother him. âI appreciate you asking; thank you.â
Janaya out on a half smile, Ethan respond in silence, looking at Janayaâs half smile.
âTrying to get the cat to catch my tongue?â Said Ethan. âNice try. I know that you are staring at the campers from afar. They wonât be catching up to us anytime soon. Our time right now is young. Donât be so negative and hard on yourself.â
ââŚâŚI donât know what you are talking about.â Janaya lied.
Ethan Corduroy and Nebula Butterfly-Lucitor (mentioned) belong to @ej-cappy-universe
Eugenia Maximoff (mentioned), Hiraya B.C. Bloodworth-Thomason and Janaya A. Bloodworth-Thomason belong to @froppy-butterflyfan2000 (me)
"You'll get it. You just need to try harder."
"I am trying. I'm trying harder than anyone. Do you know how humiliating it is to struggle with something everyone else can just do?"
#Janaya A. Bloodworth-Thomason#cappyverse#Hiraya B.C. Bloodworth-Thomason#cappyverse oc#Ethan Corduroy
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even though the bad parent captain marvel thing is resolved, i'd still love some more scenarios from the JL's pov of marvel's 'bad' parenting. ONLY if you WANT to do it, if you dont then just ignore this request lol
like him telling freddy or mary to 'fuck off' or swear at them in general and threaten to steal their stuff or blackmail them (like normal siblings do -coming from a middle child with two siblings)
or maybe they hear freddy and mary ranting about marvel and they JL misinterprets their sibling rivalry as abuse
Marvel is a terrible parent. The JL knows it. It just flabbergasts them every time they see or hear about it because Marvel is literally the nicest person ever so why does he hate his kids?
Junior and Mary: *walking down a hallway in the Watchtower while complaining about Marvel*
Mary: âSays you. He was chasing me around with a darn stick trying to beat me yesterday.â
Junior: âYou donât have the right to complain. At least you could run.â
Mary: âI guess but Pedro was carrying you so you could get away too. So I think I have to right to complain.â
Flash: *had the unfortunate displeasure of hearing that*
Now why was a grown man running around after his kids and trying to beat them with a stick? Also what did Cap do to make it so that Junior couldnât run away?? Flash knew he was magic, so he was hoping he just used some magic to bind his legs or something. Speaking of JuniorâŚ
Junior: *annoying Marvel*
Marvel: *looking more increasingly annoyed* âJunior. Please take five steps back from me before I decide to slap the shit out of you.â
Supes: *immediately looks over to them*
Junior: âNo you wonât. Youâre chicken-â
Marvel: *literally raises his hand to do it*
Supes: *looks extremely concerned*
Junior: *immediately shuts up*
Marvel: âYeah thatâs what I thought.â
Junior: âBastard.â
Marvel: âYouâre a bastard too. Anyways, want lunch?â
Junior: âYeah, tacos.â
Clark got a little whiplash from the quick change of topic. Though, that entire interaction really does enforce that he does not care for these kids. Itâs so unfortunately obvious. Another example of him not caring was when Marvel and the silver one were sent to go examine a cave on a deserted planet.
Marvel and Eugene: *staring at the ominous cave*
Marvel: *walks behind Eugene* âWell⌠go on.â *pushes him forward to the cave*
Eugene: âWhat do you mean go on?! Iâm not gonna sacrifice myself for you!â
Marvel: âBut weâre family.â
Eugene: âSo? Iâm not fighting a dang Xenomorph if one pops out.â
Marvel: âDonât worry. Weâll fight it together.â *continued to push him, but is thankfully walking with him*
Batman saw this entire interaction when he was reviewing to body cams he forced the two to wear. Who just pushes their son into danger like that? He needed to have a talk with Marvel about his parenting.
Pedro: âHey, which of us is your favorite?â
Marvel: *almost immediately* âMary and Darla.â
Pedro: âMary and Darla- why them?? Darla was eating crayons just the other day, and Mary is Mary.â
Marvel: âOkay andâŚ? Theyâre still my favorites?â
GL: âWait, whoâs Darla?â
Marvel: âThe purple one.â
At least he likes the purple one, Darla? They havenât seen a negative interaction between her and Cap yet. Emphasis on yet.
#billy batson#dc captain marvel#shazam#captain marvel dc#fawcett city#fawcett#fawcett comics#mary batson#mary bromfield#freddy freeman#captain marvel jr#mary marvel#darla dudley#pedro peĂąa#pedro pena#eugene choi
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Origin Stories
(part 2)
summary: baby first year matty arrives at hogwarts and the first person he interacts with seems to not know him at all. matty is unsure how to feel when someone treats him like just another person instead of the dark lords son
warnings: fluff, angst, baby matty, draco being an asshole even at 11
an: thank you @musingsofahufflepuff for reviewing and editing with me. lysm <3
Sleep did not come in the form of rest for Mattheo that night. Every time he closed his eyes he saw your face twisted in disgust, a variation of the same sentence leaving your mouth, âThey told me the truth about you. Youâre going to be just like your father. Nothing but a murderer. Donât ever talk to me again Mattheo.â He woke up in a sheen of sweat, panting and trying to catch his breath.Â
Each intake of air felt like his lungs were shrinking; he grasped at his sleep shirt trying to feel if his heart was truly beating as quickly as it felt in his throat. The clock on his bedside table read 3:45am. Throwing back his duvet he slipped on his house loafers, glad that Feindre convinced him to take them to school. He made his way from his dorm and across the metal bridge that led to the common room.Â
He looked around the expansive common room, deciding on a lounge chair in front of the fire. Mattheo curled in on himself, sitting sideways in the chair and pulling his knees up. He laid his head against the back of the chair, doing his best to breathe deeply and focus on the crackling of the fire. What finally let him fall asleep was thinking about the train ride with you.Â
A shaking of his shoulders jolted him awake, âAndiamo, amico.â (Câmon, mate) He snapped his head up, seeing Theo Nott and Enzo Berkshire standing behind the chair. Enzo wore a toothy grin, his ears slightly peeking out from his hair; Theo almost looked concerned. Mattheo pulled the blanket tighter to his chin, though he didnât remember having it when he fell asleep.Â
Theo mustâve seen his confused look, speaking up again, âI noticed you werenât in bed when I woke up to use the bathroom last night so I brought you down your covers.â Enzo nodded like he was involved with the interaction, âYou should probably go get dressed, weâre going to go to breakfast and then explore the castle to see where our lessons are.âÂ
Mattheo still didnât speak, instead looking briefly between the two boys. âWeâll wait for you compagno,â Theo sat down on the sofa next to Mattheoâs chair. Enzo nodded enthusiastically, following suit and sitting beside the taller boy. Mattheo silently gathered his blanket, making his way to his dorm.Â
He threw his blanket back on his bed before heading to his trunk, digging for a pair of trousers and casual shirt. Students had two free days to roam the castle and the grounds before classes were to begin and Mattheo decided he was going to take full advantage of not having to wear a uniform.Â
The door to the bathroom opened, Draco walking out and fixing his dress shirt in his trousers. He glanced at Mattheo as he pulled the t-shirt over his head, running both hands through his curls to fluff them slightly. Mattheo could hear the sneer in Dracoâs tone as he spoke, âIs that what youâre wearing?âÂ
Mattheo didnât even give him a glance, âDo you have a problem with what Iâm wearing, cousin?â Draco let out an annoyed sigh, âAuntie Bella would kill you if she saw you in that.â Mattheo grabbed his wand from his night stand, grip knuckle white but avoiding actually pointing it at his family member, âWell my mother isnât here, is she.âÂ
Draco rolled his eyes, âWhatever, letâs just go to breakfast. Theo and Enzo are already there.â Mattheo didnât bother to tell him they were waiting downstairs. He personally wasnât sure if they were doing it to be nice or if they were just trying to stay on Mattheoâs good side.Â
It was hard for him to assess who was being genuine with him versus who was trying to placate him due to his âtitleâ. He didnât get that feeling with you.Â
Mattheo followed Draco toward the common room, Theo and Enzo still sitting on the sofa where Mattheo left them. âThought you two were headed to breakfast,â Draco questioned the soon to be dynamic duo on the sofa. âWaitinâ for Matt,â Theo nodded briefly towards Mattheo who couldnât explain why his cheeks were warming slightly. âYeah, Blaisey boy is saving us a spot,â Enzo gave a boyish grin.Â
âYou know heâd curse you if he heard you call him that,â Theo fixed the strings on his tracksuit as they started towards the great hall. Enzo shrugged his shoulders, âThatâs what his mum called him on the platform. And he canât curse me, he doesnât know any yet.âÂ
Mattheo never knew how to interact with the back and forth. Never quite felt comfortable with joking with the rest of the boys growing up because his mother always told him that they were not his friends, they were his future followers.Â
âYeah but youâre not his mother, Enzo. And we all know a few curses, you know that. Our parents made sure of it,â Theo was giving a playful tone but his words held true. They all knew it.Â
Entering the large doorway to the hall Draco spotted Blaise first. The latter boy had chosen a spot in damn near the middle of the table and Mattheo felt his stomach knotting again. He knew people were already going to stare at him, but this table placement felt like he was on display.Â
He wouldâve much rather eaten at the far end of the table, where no one would likely notice him. Heâd rather eat in the kitchens with the elves. He follows the others anyway, sitting on the farthest end so thereâs plenty of bench on his left. Thatâs something he learned very early; always know where your escape route is.Â
Mattheo was too busy pushing the food around on his plate to notice you approaching. Your touch on his arm as you went to sit down was the first alert of your presence and, again, he flinched away. âMâsorr-â he starts to apologize but youâve already cut him off, âSâokay, Matty, itâs my fault. I forgot.âÂ
You turn to the rest of the boys around him, âMorning! So exciting we get to explore the castle today isnât it?â Mattheo isnât sure if youâre ignoring it, or you just are too blissed out on magic thoughts to notice the rest of his group looking at you nearly dumbfounded. Everyone else at the table knew the rule: never touch Mattheo. Yet here you were, still unharmed at that.Â
Dracoâs platinum brow was raised, glancing between you and Mattheo, âI mean this in the rudest way possibleâŚwho are you?â You hum in acknowledgement, âOf course, mâso sorry I did the same thing to Mattheo on the train,â rubbing your toast hands on your jeans before holding it out to Draco and introducing yourself, punctuating your name with another bright smile.
He stares at your hand before glancing towards Mattheo. Enzo grabbed your hand instead, shaking it enthusiastically, âLorenzo Berkshire, but call me Enzo, and this is Theodore Nott and thatâs Blaise Zabini.â He nodded to the two boys on his and Mattheoâs other side.Â
âJust Theo is fine,â Theo corrected, âCan I askâŚwhatâs a badger like you doing wandering into the snake den. Didnât you hear? We Slytherins are dangerous.â All of a sudden it feels like Mattheoâs body is not his own, like heâs shrinking smaller and smaller inside himself and whatâs sitting next to you on the bench is just a shell.Â
The back of his neck starts to feel damp and it's reminiscent of when he hears his mother call his name from across the manor. Heâs terrified. So fearful that youâll see the people around him as cruel and immediately associate that with him without questions. Then heâs alone again.Â
âYou know a badgers bite actually has a BFQ of 109,â your response to Theoâs quip is quick and easy, not a hint of defensiveness in your tone. Itâs simplyâŚinformative. Your response clearly confused most of the others as well, sweet and naive Enzo the only one open enough to ask for clarification, âWhat the hell is a BFQ?â
Between sips of his pumpkin juice Blaise speaks for the first time since you sat down, âBite force quotient.â Theo rolls his eyes, âYeah, okay but what does that even mean?â You stab a sausage with your fork and set it on your plate, knife in hand as you begin to cut it into smaller pieces, âIt means that a badger bite has enough force to crush bone like Iâm cutting this sausage.âÂ
You take a bite from your fork before dancing it around in the air as you spoke, âMmm, guess Iâm just saying to mind your tone because,â you took another bite, âyeah snakes are all in your face, hissing and what not, venom blah blahâŚbut badgers are unassuming. People see them as dumb little furry rodents so no one is quite ready when they BAM!â You stabbed a piece of cut sausage with enough force to rattle your plate and cause all the boys, including Mattheo, to flinch, âthey come in for the kill.â
âAnyway, heard weâre going to actually get to learn how to fly?!â You continued with your meal like nothing was the matter, âPersonally Iâm quite chuffed about it, you lot already know how Iâm assuming?âÂ
Enzo laughed nervously, scratching lightly at the base of his neck, âYeah we kinda all already know how mostly. But ehm, whereâd, erm, whereâd you learn that badger thing? You read a lot?â You shrugged, continuing to eat as normal, âI mean, I do like to read. But I did a project on badgers in primary, ironic huh?â You went to nudge Mattheo with your elbow before stopping halfway, seemingly remembering his issue.Â
His stomach dropped, fearing youâd never want to get close to him again. Theo spoke up, clearly still confused, âIs no one going to explain primary to us now?â Blaised sighed, though eleven he seemed to have the patience for his peers as that of a seventh year, âItâs muggle school, they start young, like six or seven years old.âÂ
âMuggle school?â Draco looks at you like youâre covered in filth and his voice is like nails on a chalkboard to Mattheo, âCousinâŚyou let a muggle sit with you on the train? With us here? At breakfast?âÂ
There it was again, that sinking, shell like feeling, only now any emptiness was being filled with anger. Without Mattheoâs help you were quick to quip back, âTechnically my parents are muggles, I got my letter the same way all of you did. Thatâs why Iâm sitting here.âÂ
Your obliviousness to the wizarding world and what each of their families and their titles held around you made you unlike any person Mattheo had ever met. He wasnât quite sure yet if that made him scared or enamored.Â
âWatch out for the badger bite, Malfoy,â Theo teased the blond and everyone laughs. Mattheo laughs too, glancing in his peripheral to see your smile reaching your eyes and that his cousins words havenât offended or have you wanting to run.Â
You take a sip of your pumpkin juice before wiping your lips with your napkin and starting to stand up. There it is, Mattheo thought, finally running. âYou ready, Matty?â youâre fully standing now, hand across your middle holding your other arm. âW-what?â it was the first Mattheo had spoken since his interrupted apology.Â
âTo see where our lessons are going to be? We should have most of them together I would assume, unless they separate the houses for most classes, but surely not right?â Mattheo stood up quickly, his heart dropping to his stomach and he scrambled to take out the course list that he had haphazardly shoved in his jeans pocket.Â
He smoothed it out on the table before holding it up next to yours, âOh see, no worries then, weâve got most of them together.â Theo asked to see your list, comparing it to his, Enzoâs and Blaiseâs. You all had a mix of courses together, you and Mattheo seeming to have the most in similarity.Â
You asked the otherâs to join you both in your exploration. Theo and Enzo agreed, Blaise said he was going to find the library. Draco said he would âfind things on his ownâ, stalking off ahead of the rest of you, keeping a pace that would ensure he was no where near the rest of you.Â
âIs he always like that?â You were asking Mattheo, but Enzo answered, âDonât worry about him, itâs not you. Well, ermâŚit might be you. But Malfoy doesnât seem to like anyone really.âÂ
Mattheo huffed a non-committal laugh, âYeah, including himself.â The other two Slytherins laughed in agreement. You simply looked concerned, âI wonder where that comes from.âÂ
Youâre too kind for your own good, Mattheo thought to himself. Per usual, Enzo is eager to answer, âOh his father is a nightmare. Real piece of work.â Theo snorted, âHeâs not the only one, aye boys. Kind of a requirement with our group.âÂ
Enzo barked out a laugh, Mattheo gave a half-hearted grunt. He glanced over at you, trying to gauge your thoughts. You were the hardest person heâs ever tried to read. Your face just held the same look, slight concern and something else Mattheo couldnât quite put his finger on, but he hoped to Merlin it wasnât pity.Â
All of the lessons seemed easy enough to find. Whether that was due to magic or not Mattheo wasnât sure and he never truly had the desire or care to find out. Mattheo was just glad you were in nearly all of his courses.Â
The only ones the two of you didnât share were potions and herbology. For some terribly bloody reason potions were split by houses, Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs together and Gryffindors with Slytherins. Mattheo was going to Avada himself if he had to hear his cousin and his idiot lap dogs try to get a rise out of Potter and his ginger friend all term.Â
Enzo somehow lucked out and got Herbology with you, whereas Mattheo was stuck with Theo and the others. Mattheo couldnât help the jealousy that seemed to creep into his stomach each time you complimented something Enzo did during that lesson.Â
Even though you sat by him in every class, Mattheo craved your presence. He wasnât able to describe exactly why he craved it, though. Maybe it was because you were kind. Or maybe because you were so smart and able to pick up on things easier than everyone else. Or maybe it was because you were the only person who didnât give a rats ass who his father was.Â
The conversation, or more so argument, he overheard last week, confirmed it. He was going to meet you in one of the empty classrooms to work on transfiguration spells. For someone with founderâs blood in his veins he couldnât transform a goblet to save his life.Â
âWhy do you hang around him?â Mattheo heard someone ask, a Ravenclaw who he was pretty sure sat behind the two of you in charms. âBecause heâs my friend?â Mattheo stopped in his tracks at the sound of your voice, clearly laced with a bit of annoyance heâs never heard from you before.Â
âBut you know who his father is, donât you? Havenât you heard what heâs done?â The Ravenclaw girl was getting on Mattheoâs last nerve. He was ready to turn that corner, tell her to shut her prat mouth when you started speaking again.Â
âMattheo is not his father, gods, why does it feel like Iâm repeating that to everyone these days. People need to stop trying to warn me about him and maybe try to actually get to know him. Heâs a really nice boy. And very funny. Youâre being kind of a bitch, Padma.âÂ
Padma scoffed, clearly deciding to walk another way to wherever she was headed as you turned the corner alone, nearly running into Mattheo, âOh, wow, sorry Matty.âÂ
So people were talking to you about him. They were trying to convince you to stop hanging around him, not to be friends with him. But youâre not listening, his internal thoughts rang as a reminder.Â
Your hand moving back and forth in front of his face brought him back to the present, âWhereâd you go? Was like you were looking into another realm, is that a thing here? Can you guys, er, can we do that?â Mattheo completely ignored your inquiry and instead answered your question with another question, âDid you just call someone a bitch?âÂ
The bridge of your nose seemed to display a light shade of pink and Mattheo couldnât recall ever seeing you flustered before, âThey were being mean.â He couldnât help himself, a desperate need deep inside had to see if you would admit it, âWhat were they being mean about that warranted that response?âÂ
You started walking towards your shared destination, but Mattheo couldnât let it die. âCâmonn,â he dragged the word out slightly, âwe tell each other everything.â And that was mostly true on Mattheoâs part. He wasnât so sure talking about watching his mother use unforgiveables on guests was something you needed to know; or even something youâd understand.Â
âEhm, it was you,â your voice was small, nearly a whisper that Mattheo didnât catch. âWhat? Whatâd you say?â You huffed, stopping in front of the door to the classroom you were meant to practice in, âThey were being mean about you, Mattheo. Okay? I know I shouldnât have called her that butâŚugh, I am so sick and tired of people trying to convince me that youâre a bad person.âÂ
That last part came out in a huff of frustration as you opened the door and walked inside. Mattheo couldnât move. He was stuck in the doorway. You turned when you couldnât hear his footsteps following you, âAre we still practicing?âÂ
âHow many people have tried to convince you Iâm a bad person?â He truly didnât want to know the answer. Just asking the question made him feel like his insides were boiling. You shook your head slightly, âI dunno, Matty. Iâm not exactly keeping track of every miserable git telling me my best friend is terrible.âÂ
Mattheo started walking towards you now, âYou think Iâm your best friend?â He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, his stomach seemingly in his throat and he sort of felt like he might throw up. The sound of your laugh soothed all of that out.Â
âWell, yeah ya knob. Am I not yours? Donât tell me you picked Nott over me.â Mattheo stammered for a moment, âWha- ehm, Why did youâŚhuh? Theo?â You laughed a little harder now, âYou guys are close too, arenât you?âÂ
Mattheoâs head hurt a little, âI, uh, I meanâŚyeah I guess. But not like you and me. I meanâŚfucking Salazar.â Mattheo ran his hands through his curls, tugging at the sides slightly. You held your hand up as if to calm his stammering, âItâs okay, Matty. I know Iâm your best friend too.âÂ
He grinned at that, your reassurance. It still felt new every time you did it; heâs never gotten it as much as he has with you. âReady to finally learn how to change a toad into a goblet?â You reached in your pocket and pulled out the amphibian. Mattheo grinned, nodding and setting up beside you.Â
The next several months seemed to fly by in lessons. Mattheo never realized how much practical magic he never really learned at home.Â
Feindre did all his washings and cooking, he lived in a manor that was centuries old and protected by magic so he never needed to know any repair or fixing spells, and the doors being locked or not were irrelevant as his mother just apparated to where he was if she were to punish him; she also never locked a door if she were torturing. âYou need to see the weakness that leaks from those beneath us Mattheo.âÂ
He shuddered at the thought. He was well aware of what was going to be expected of him. He was half sure his mother only let him attend Hogwarts as a means of gaining more respect and more followers. âYou want them to fear you, youâre not looking for friends, youâre looking for followers.âÂ
He didnât like that either. Draco was a follower. Draco was afraid. He didnât want that to be the only type of people around him. Â
For someone who didnât know magic was real until five months ago, you were exceptional in all your classes. You were always trying to study, always trying to soak in more information.Â
The last day before Christmas holiday was no exception. You had asked Mattheo, Theo and Enzo if they wanted to start on course work for next term. They had all said no.Â
WellâŚEnzo had looked at you like youâd grown an extra head, whereas Theo and Mattheo declined politely. Mattheo wouldâve have went with you in a heartbeat, but he hadnât packed a single item in his trunk.Â
His original school of thought was that if he didnât pack then heâd have to stay at school for the holidays. The thought of seeing his mother again made him short of breath from anxiety.Â
But Draco reminded him that the Malfoy Christmas ball was happening (as it did every year) and Mattheo actually loved his Aunt Cissy. She was the only person in his fatherâs circle that treated him like any other boy his age.Â
You didnât mind going to the library alone. You often did when the Slytherins wanted to play quidditch. You were not quite as good at flying as they were yet, so youâd go to the library to make revisions instead.Â
The content for next term actually seemed exciting to you. But everything about Hogwarts excited you. In History of Magic next term you were going to learn about the origins of wizards sports, quidditch the primary subject.Â
I have to tell Mattheo, heâll be so excited, was your only thought and you rushed out of the library, not quite paying attention to your surroundings as you crashed into someone; dropping your texts in the process.Â
You heard Dracoâs scoff of disgust before you heard his annoying voice, âOut of my way mudblood.â You let out an annoyed huff, bending down to pick up your books from the floor.Â
âI donât even know what that means, Malfoy. But I know youâre trying to insult me,â you held your books flush to your chest, âyour insults donât mean anything to me you know.âÂ
Draco laughed out loud, taking a look at each one of his chubby minions beside him, âDo you want me to explain it to you?â
You adjusted the strap on your shoulder bag, âNot really but Iâm sure youâre going to.â The malicious glint in Dracoâs eye shouldâve warned you of the delight he was about to get from this. You shouldâve ignored him and walked away but there were three of them and only one of you.Â
âYouâre a filthy, little, mudblood,â Draco emphasized each work with hatred and disgust, âYour blood is dirty, you come from nothing. Fucking Salazar, you are nothing. I honestly donât get how the others are so blind to it.âÂ
You opened your mouth to respond, make any kind of retort but Draco kept going, âIâm what you call pureblood. The blood that runs in my veins has centuries of magic in it and Mattheo is the same. Enzo, Theo, Blaise, all of our blood is pure. I donât know what little spell you put on my cousin, but itâs going to fade.Â
âIt may not be tomorrow, it may not even be a year from now, but heâs going to realize your worthlessness. Fuck and when he doesâŚI want you to remember this moment. I want you to hear my voice in the back of that empty fucking head of yours telling you I told you so.âÂ
The tears brimming your eyes were uncontrollable. You didnât want to believe anything he was saying, you knew Mattheo didnât think of you like that. But there was a small part of you that couldnât help but agree.Â
âDonât go running to cousin with your tears either, heâs the Dark Lordâs heir after all. He doesnât need to deal with whiny babies.â Draco had to deliver one more blow for his satisfaction, him and his friends laughing in your face.Â
âYouâre a prick, Malfoy. No wonder everyone canât stand you,â you wiped your eyes with the heel of your palm as you pushed passed them.Â
You could still hear them laughing, mocking you all down the corridor until you turned the corner. You were supposed to meet up with Mattheo before dinner, but now you just wanted to be left alone.Â
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When you didnât meet him at the common room entrance for dinner, Mattheo was a little worried. Theo tried to calm him down, telling him they were running late and you probably just went to the hall already.Â
But that made Mattheo more distraught, since houses donât mix at dinner time. He was quieter than usual once they sat down, far more focus on searching the faces and backs of heads at the Hufflepuff table.Â
When he didnât recognize any student to be you, he turned to the group, âYou guys didnât happen to see y/n on the way to dinner did you? I donât see âem here.âÂ
Enzo and Theo looked over at your house table, shaking their heads. Blaise looked a little guilty, âI wasnât going to say anythingâŚhonestly Matt I thought maybe you had a fight or something.âÂ
Mattheo turned towards him, âSay anything about what?â Blaise shrugged his shoulders, a slight apologetic look in his eyes, âI saw them crying earlier, I think they were going towards the astronomy tower.âÂ
Instant panic spread over him, âCrying? Were they hurt? Could you tell?â Blaise shook his head. âWhy do you even care?â Draco sounded annoyed, Mattheo got angry. âThat's my friend, did you do something to them?âÂ
Draco rolled his eyes, flipping Mattheo the bird, âWouldnât waste my breath on a mudblood.â Mattheo slammed him open palms on the table as he stood up from the bench.Â
Everyone in a ten foot radius was staring now. Draco looked terrified, rightfully so. While he only just learned reparo, Mattheo learned crucio at age 5 and he was pretty confident he could cast it on his cousin this very moment.Â
Instead, Mattheo stormed off, heading straight to where he hoped was the astronomy tower. After only two wrong turns he started up the mountain of stairs.Â
After only two flights he spotted you, curled in on yourself on one of the large steps with your back to the wall. Your face was hidden in your knees but the gold from the hood of your robes gave you away.Â
You were crying, muffled and trying to be silent but Mattheo recognized the posture. The shaking shoulders, the small sniffles. Heâd done it a dozen times himself this last summer.Â
âThereâs my badgerâŚwhatâre you doing up here?â Mattheoâs voice was soft, gentle. Itâs what he always hoped was used when he felt this way so he could only assume itâd be comforting to you too.Â
You lifted your head just enough to rest your chin on your knees, âI got tired,â you sniffed again, âtoo many stairs.âÂ
Mattheo nodded, small smile on his face, âSâthat why youâre crying and missed dinner? Too many stairs? Couldnât get back down?â
You knew he was trying to make a joke, a weak smile was all you could manage before frowning once more, âWasnât the stairsâŚâÂ
Mattheo moved to sit in front of you, barging into your eye line, âThen what was it?â Your face scrunched and you shook your head.Â
Mattheo placed his hands on your ankles, the action was so out of character for him, the physical touch. But it make you lock eyes nonetheless, âIf I tell you, you have to just let it go.âÂ
The tilt in his head was slight but you noticed it, âI mean it Matty.â Mattheo nodded, not speaking in hopes youâd continue.Â
âIt was your cousin. He justâŚugh,â you hid your face in your knees again, taking a deep shuttered breath. Mattheo gave your ankles a small squeeze as if to encourage you to keep explaining.Â
You turned your head to the side, not wanting to look Mattheo in the eyes when you said it, âHe called me aâŚmudblood.âÂ
Mattheoâs hands disappeared from your legs and it made you look at him. People had told you Mattheo could probably get angry. That his father was considered the darkest wizard of our time.Â
You never really saw any of that before, but you saw a glint of it in his eyes now, âIs that all he said?â You shook your head, sinking back into the wall slightly.Â
âI told him I didnât know what that meantâŚthen he told me I had dirty blood. Said his was pure. That all of you Slytherins had pure blood and that no matter how hard I triedâŚI would never amount to the same as you guys.âÂ
Mattheo frowned. You had started crying again and he felt like someone had just punched a hole in his gut. âHeâs wrong,â Mattheo was shaking his head, âSome of the biggest sodding cowards Iâve ever seen are from pureblood families.âÂ
âJust made me feel really cruddy,â you snuffled, wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your robe. Mattheo could feel a fire kindling inside his chest, âIâll kill him.âÂ
You reached out, grabbing Mattheoâs forearm; he didnât flinch away this time. âDonât,â you pleaded, âyou promised you wouldnât do anything.âÂ
Mattheo chewed on the inside of his cheek, âWell I have to do something..âÂ
âWill you just sit with me for a little bitâŚplease?â You pleaded, your hand was cool against his heated skin.Â
âYeah, erm, I can do that.â So thatâs what he did. Mattheo found solace on the step one above yours. He sat as you did, pulling his knees to his chest.Â
He sat with you until you felt better, calmer. Then he walked you to your common room, popping into the kitchens with you to grab a small bite since you both missed dinner.Â
When he got back to his own common room he grabbed his duvet from his dorm and then back to the communal space and picked the largest couch to lay on.Â
He couldnât sleep in his dorm tonight. Draco was in there. And if he saw Draco, he knew heâd hurt him right now. And if there were two things Mattheo knew he would never do: (1) become his father, (2) break a promise to you.
#yes yes i promise there's more#don't worry you guys#little asshole draco gets his day in mattheo court#mattheo riddle#mattheo riddle angst#mattheo riddle fluff#mattheo riddle x reader#mattheo riddle x you#mattheo riddle x gn!reader#slytherin boys#origin stories series
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Help Me (Pt. 1)
Rafe Cameron x Maybank!reader
Synopsis: When Rafe finds out Y/n's in trouble, he's determined to keep her safe.
Warnings:Â Language, drug use, fentanyl, mentions of sex trafficking, abuse, 18+
Word Count: 4.1k+
"I can stop whenever I want, Y/N, I'm just fucking stressed out, alright?"
You watch as Rafe leans down and takes another line before leaning back against his car seat and pressing his hands to his head.
Rafe was really the only friend you had made on the island so far. Besides JJ's friends of course. After your mom died you were forced to move back with your dad and JJ. You were ecstatic to see your little brother, but Luke was a different story. Nothing had changed. He was still an abusive, alcoholic, piece of shit, always taking his anger out on JJ.
That was not something you had shared with Rafe. In fact, he didn't even know you were a Pogue, much less related to JJ.
You had a job at the club. One night after your shift you wandered down to the beach to sit by the water. Thats where you found Rafe Cameron passed out drunk in the sand. You helped him home and gave him your number. Ever since then, the two of you met up practically every night. He'd pick you up after work and the two of you would go to the beach and talk. You loved spending time with him. He made you laugh and smile and forget the hell that awaited you at home. But you knew he was king of the Kooks and hated the Pogues. You knew you couldn't hide that fact forever but you really didn't want to lose him over something so stupid.
"I don't like seeing you kill yourself, Rafe." You told him softly, choking back tears. Your mother had just died from a drug overdose not even 2 months ago.
"Then don't watch." He told you dryly as he set up another line on the center console.
You scoffed. He's never talked to you like that before. "You know my mom died because of this shit?" You yelled at him. "And cuz of that I have to move to this shit island and deal with my dad beating on my brother and I all day?"
He looked up at you, concern in his eyes now. "I-I didn't know you had a brother. You've never even told me about your family."
You sighed, clenching your jaw. "Yeah," You said before pulling back your hoodie to reveal the bruises forming around your neck.
"Y/N..." He said as he reached out, placing his fingers gently on your collar bone. You flinched at his touch.
"And JJ gets it a lot worse." You stated as you grabbed your things. Rafe was silent, taking in the new information. You were JJ's sister?
You hopped out of his truck, leaving him with the secrets you'd just revealed to him, knowing good and well this was probably the end of you and Rafe Cameron.
"I'm a Pogue," You said calmly, shrugging your shoulders with a half smile before slamming the door and walking off towards the Cut.
âââââââ
Rafe noticed you immediately as he entered Midsummers. You were working the bar tonight but because of the event, you were a lot more dressed up than usual. A tight black dress hugged your curves. Your wavy hair pulled back in a half pony. He noticed the diamonds draped around your neck. You looked nothing like a Pogue. He could also see the slight discoloration of the bruises you had tried to cover with make up. He wouldn't have noticed them if he hadn't seen them for himself the other night.
His eyes lingered on you for a moment as he watched how elegantly you moved and interacted with others. How the hell was she a Maybank? He thought to himself.
You met Rafe's eyes for a moment. He didn't seem fucked up. He seemed concerned. You bit your lip for a moment before turning away, not offering him a smile or anything. You had avoided talking to him for a few days. As much as you missed him, you couldn't risk getting close to someone who used drugs to cope. Weed never bothered you. You'd even have a beer once in a while. But after everything you and JJ witnessed growing up, you knew how badly the outcome could be.
Rafe was standing around with Kelce and Topper, sipping on a cocktail when he noticed JJ making his way through the crowd. "Shit," He whispered under his breath as he noticed the bruise surrounding JJ's left eye.
"Well, well, well," Kelce said, stepping out in front of JJ, catching him by surprise. "I'd love if you could get me a mai tai, my friend."
"Yeah, see I'm kind of on the clock right now but if you guys just wanna wait by the bar-" JJ said before taking off in the crowd.
You darted your eyes towards the locker rooms as you saw your brother running through the sea of people, Rafe, Kelce, and the rest of their posse chasing him. "What the fuck," You said to yourself. JJ was not supposed to be here.
"Hey, Jesse!" You leaned over to your coworker. "Can you run the bar for a minute? I gotta use the bathroom."
"Sure thing," He responds and you made your way towards the locker rooms.
You had just reached the door when JJ was being dragged out by security. "What the hell is going on here?!" You ask.
"Tell your sister she's pretty hot for a Pogue!" You hear Rafe's voice call out after JJ.
JJ quickly slips away from the security guard and rushes towards him. "JJ!" You said as you and the security guard pull him back.
Rafe's eyes go wide as they meet yours. He wasn't expecting to see you, immediately regretting what he just said.
"What the fuck, Rafe?!" You said, storming towards him. You slapped him across the face as hard as you could. But before you knew it, Kelce had pushed you to the ground.
As a second security guard began to pull you away from the scene you saw Rafe slam Kelce up against a wall and scream at him, although you couldn't make out what he was saying as you were dragged away.
You and JJ were thrown out in front of the entire party. JJ helping you to your feet as you fell in the grass.
"Don't you EVER FUCKING TOUCH HER AGAIN!" Rafe screamed in Kelce's face, pinning him against the wall by his neck.
"What the fuck dude?! She's just some fucking Pogue!" Kelce responded.
"Never fucking again. Do you understand me?" Rafe said, eyes locked on Kelce. Kelce nodded in agreement.
Rafe took a deep breath before pushing off of Kelce and heading outside.
He watched as you stumbled away with your brother.
"Fuck, JJ!" You said as you walked along the beach. John B, Kiara, and Pope trailing behind you. "What the fuck was that?! I just lost my goddamn job!"
"I did nothing!" He yelled back at you. "It's those fucking Kooks!"
"Why the hell were you even there in the first place?!"
JJ was silent.
"Is this about your little treasure hunt again?" You asked, aiming your question at the group. They all stayed silent. "Great. That's just great. Leave me the hell out of it!" You said as you stormed off, making your way home.
You were almost to your house when your phone buzzed. A text from Rafe.
Y/N, I'm sorry. Can we please talk?
You rolled your eyes and shut off your phone.
You took a deep breath before you headed inside. Your dad was still up. Fuck. He was wasted as usual.
"Hey Princess," He mumbled. Your stomach turned at his words. You always hated when he called you that.
"I'm going to bed," You said dryly as you headed toward your room. Luke grabbed your arm and spun you back towards him.
"Now that's no way to greet your daddy, is it?"
His breath smelled like whiskey and cigarettes. The scent made you gag. "Get off me!" You yell, shoving him backwards.
He grabbed you by your neck and threw you against the wall. "You don't fuckin' talk to me like that you little bitch." He said through gritted teeth. "You're a slut just like your momma!"
You spat in his face and he punched you in the side of the head. He continued to hit you several more times until you were a bloody heap on the floor, barely conscious.
You could feel yourself being dragged across the floor and placed roughly on the couch.
"Ya know," Luke started. You were barely able to register his words. "I bet I could make a real pretty penny off of you."
Your eyes fluttered slightly as you tried to catch your breath. You saw him stick his hunting knife into a small plastic bag. He came over and grabbed your chin, forcing you to open your mouth.
"Here ya go, Princess." He said as he forced your mouth open and pressed the tip of his knife to you tongue. "I gotta go make some calls. You just wait riiiight here." He said as you quickly felt your head start to get heavy.
"Dad, please..." You begged before the familiar feeling of fentanyl took over your body.
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"What the fuck did you do?!" JJ yelled at his dad as he saw your motionless body on the couch.
"Ya know yer sister has a real mouth on her," Luke spat.
JJ had his fingers pressed to your neck, barely able to find your pulse.
"Did you fucking drug her?!"
"It's none of your concern boy! Now get the hell out of here I have someone pickin' 'er up in 20 minutes." Luke said as he walked to the kitchen to make another drink.
JJ's eyes widened. "What do you mean picking her up?"
Luke was silent.
"Dad...did-did you fucking sell her?" JJ muttered.
JJ couldn't contain his rage anymore as he picked a beer bottle up off the table and threw it at the back of his dads head.
"Fuck!" Luke said as glass shattered against his skin. He didn't even have time to turn around before JJ had already pushed him to the floor, landing punches to the side of his head over and over again. Blood coated JJ's face and the walls as he took out all his pent up rage on his father.
The way he'd abused you guys your whole lives. Beating you, drugging you, and now going as far as to sell his own daughter to make a quick buck. He couldn't take it anymore.
Luke was barely clinging to consciousness when JJ finally let go of him.
He stood over his father as he tried to slow his breathing and think of his next move. "Fuck," He whispered to himself as he ran his shaking hand through his blonde locks. "Fuck, okay.."
He quickly pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
JB: Hello?
JJ: John B! I-I need your help man!
JB: What's going on?
JJ: I'll explain later just please come pick us up.
JB: Us?
JJ: Me and Y/N, man, PLEASE!
JB: I'm on my way!
JJ tried his best not to hyperventilate as he made his way over to you. "Come on, Y/N, please wake up!" He begged, shaking you lightly. He could see all the bruising and blood that coated your body and he didn't want to risk hurting you further.
He got up and paced around the room as he waited for John B. He spotted the clear baggie on the table and picked it up. He flicked it as he examined the small amount of white powder. He knew it wasn't coke. "Fuck!" He yelled, unsure of how much you had consumed. This wasn't the first time your dad had drugged you. He'd done it when you were kids to get you to sleep. JJ prayed he didn't overdo it as tears fell from his eyes.
His head snapped up as he heard a car pulling up out front. He inched the curtain of the doors window to the side, expecting to see John B. It wasn't.
A black Lincoln parked in front of the house and shut off the lights. "Shiiiit!" JJ whispered in a panic. He ran over to your and gently scooped your small frame into his arms, cradling your head against his chest. "I got you, sis." He said as he quietly made his way towards the back door.
He made his way through the trees as he heard two men talking as they approached the house. He moved quietly toward the road when he spotted the Twinkie. He ran out in front of it, John B swerving to avoid hitting them before coming to a quick stop.
Kiara slid the door open to let him in. "Holy shit, what happened?!" She asked, terror in her voice as she looked over the wounds coating your unconscious body.
"My dad," JJ choked out. "He-he was gonna sell her." He was sobbing now as he laid your body down gently, resting your head on a pillow.
"What?" Kiara and John B said in unison.
"He drugged her and beat her and these two guys showed up and I grabbed her and ran. I-I don't even know what to do. The things they were going to do to her..." He trailed off, unable to bare the thought. He pulled his knees to his chest and sobbed more.
"We need to get her to a hospital," Kiara said softly as she rubbed JJ's back.
"No! No hospitals. I'll call my cousin." JJ said as he took out his phone. "Just go back to the Chateau."
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JJ chewed on his finger as he paced around the room.
Ricky checked over you one more time. "She's alive." He finally said. "And she'll be okay."
JJ sighed in relief, as did John B, Kiara, and Pope.
"She has a concussion. I was able to stitch up these two cuts," He said as motioned to the one on the side of your head and on your collar bone. "She's going to be out for a while but he didn't give her a lethal dose."
"Thank you, Ricky." JJ said. "Seriously."
Ricky offered him a smile. "I always liked her more than you," He chuckled as he stood up and patted JJ on the shoulder. "If you need anything else, just give me a call."
JJ nodded. "Thanks, man."
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You were still out cold when the Pogues woke up.
"What time is it?" Pope asked groggily as he rubbed his eyes.
"11:30," Kiara responded with a sigh.
JJ stood up and pulled on his boots.
"Where are you going?" John B asked.
"Gotta get some stuff from my place," He said before leaning down and placing a kiss on your forehead. "Keep an eye on her, I'll be back in an hour."
"Okay," John B responded.
"Call me if she wakes up!" JJ yelled as he ran out the door.
JJ sighed as he adjusted the gun in his waist band. Making sure he would be able to grab it if needed. He stood in front of his house, the front door was wide open.
He walked in slowly. Scanning over his home in search of his dad. "Dad?" He asked softly. There was no response. He wasn't sprawled out in a bloody heap on the floor where JJ had left him the night before.
The house was quiet and when JJ was sure there was no one inside he headed toward your room. He grabbed a duffle bag out of your closet and started shoving as many clothes in it as possible. He grabbed a book that lay on your bedside table. He also grabbed your purse knowing all your important items would be in there. When he was done, he threw the bag over his shoulder. He was about to head out when something caught his eye.
He picked up the gold chain that lay on your dresser. A small locket attached to it. He popped it open to find a picture of your mother. He smiled. You looked so much like the woman she used to be before drugs took over her life. He noticed the picture in the other side of the locket. It was a picture of the two of you when you were kids. He brushed his thumb over the small picture as he remembered that day. You taught him to build sand castles and make jewelry out of shells you found on the beach. He remembers how well you were able to distract him from the sound of your parents fighting.
"Y/N!"
JJ snapped out of the memory as someone knocked on the front door, yelling your name. He shoved the necklace in his pocket and grabbed his gun.
He rounded the corner, pointing the gun at the intruder.
"Fuck!" Rafe said as he turned around and noticed JJ pointing the gun directly at him. "Chill dude," Rafe said as he put his arms up in defense. "I'm not here to start anything."
"Why are you here, Rafe?" JJ asked, still pointing the gun in his direction.
"I'm looking for Y/N,"
"Why?"
"I just wanted to talk to her about last night. Apologize." He lowered his hands as JJ lowered the gun. "And I think I can get her her job back."
JJ looked down at his feet. "She's not here," He said as he pushed past Rafe and out the front door.
"Well, do you know where she is?" Rafe asked as he followed him. "Look, JJ, I'm sorry about last night. I really am. But I care about Y/N."
"Rafe!" JJ yelled as he turned to face him. "Look, man, just-just go home, okay? We've got shit to deal with." JJ snapped.
Rafe looked him in the eyes, his brows furrowed. "I-is she okay?" His voice was soft.
JJ could feel tears forming in his eyes, but he wouldn't dare cry in front of Rafe. "Go home, Rafe." His words were quiet but firm as he turned around and stormed off.
Rafe ran his fingers through his hair. Nausea creeped through his body as he began to worry. What happened to you? He was beating himself up over the way he had treated you. You were the only person to actually care about him. That scared him and he pushed you away. Now he was scared he would never get the chance to tell you how he really felt.
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Rafe chewed on his thumb nail as he made his way up to his room. He paused when he heard Sarah on the phone. He leaned closer to her door trying to make out what she was saying.
"He was going to sell her?! Like to traffickers?!"
Rafe's breath hitched. Was she talking about Y/N?
"Is she awake yet?"
There was silence. Rafe still held his breath.
"Well, we can bring her to Tanneyhill. She'll be safe here."
Rafe waited a few more moments.
"Alright, I'll be there soon." Sarah said before hanging up the phone.
"Fuck," Rafe whispered as he leaned his back to the wall and pressed his palms to his eyes.
Sarah opened the door and jumped at the unexpected sight of her brother. "What are you doing?" She asked him.
"Sarah, was that about Y/N?" He asked as he pointed down to her phone.
"Are you listening to my conversations?!" She asked, irritation in her voice.
"Sarah. Sarah!" Rafe yelled, squeezing his eyes shut and lowering his hand slowly to try and calm down. "Is Y/N hurt?"
"Why do you care, Rafe? I thought you hated Pogues."
His eyes began to water. "Is she hurt?" His voice cracked.
Sarah's expression softened. She nodded softly. "Yeah, Rafe. She is. And she's not safe, we need to bring her here."
"Where is she?" He asked, already fishing his keys out of his pocket and headed down the stairs.
"She's at John B's." She replied, following him quickly.
Rafe and Sarah both climbed into his truck. He turned it on and quickly threw it into drive as he sped off towards the Cut.
"Tell me what happened, Sarah." Rafe demanded.
Sarah had never seen her brother like this and it frightened her.
"Uhm, I don't know everything just that her dad beat her and drugged her when she got home. When JJ found her she was unconscious and her dad was getting ready to sell her off to some men. JJ got her out of there right when they showed up." She explained.
Rafe clenched his fists around the steering wheel as he sped faster towards John B's. Sarah gripped her seat tighter, nervous at the speed they were accelerating to.
Rafe pulled up in front of John B's house and quickly threw the truck into park before hopping out.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," John B said as he watched Rafe quickly approach his house. Pope stood behind him, ready to fight if need be. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"He just wants to help," Sarah said, standing between Rafe and John B.
"Where is she?" Rafe's voice was shaky.
John B stared at him for a moment before nodding towards the door. "On the couch," He said.
Rafe pushed past him and went inside, immediately seeing your bruised unconscious figure laying flat on the couch. Kiara had just put you into sweats and a t-shirt before using a warm rag to wipe away the rest of the blood from your wounds.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked as she turned to Rafe.
"Fuck," Rafe cried softly as he fell to his knees beside you and Kiara, taking your hand gently in his and putting it to his cheek.
"What the fuck?" Kiara mouthed to John B as him and Sarah came inside. John B just shrugged with wide eyes, equally confused as the rest of them.
"John B do you have like any clean-" JJ began as he entered the room. "What the fuck are you doing here, Rafe?" JJ spat when he saw Rafe kneeling by your body. "Get the fuck away from my sister!" He said, lunging towards him.
Rafe fell back and held his hands up. "I just wanna help!" He yelled. JJ paused as he saw Rafe crying. "Please," He whispered. "Let me help her." He begged.
"We can take her to Tanneyhill." Sarah chimed in. "Our parents will be gone for the rest of the week. She can recover there. And whoever is looking for her won't find her."
JJ thought for a moment, biting his lip. "Okay." He agreed, realizing that would be the safest place for you while he sorted all of this out. "Let's take her there now." He said as he went to lift your off the couch.
"Grab her shit," JJ said to Rafe as he nodded at the bag beside him. Rafe did as he was told.
Rafe ran out of the house and opened the door to the back seat. JJ climbed inside with you, resting your head on his lap. When Rafe was sure you were safely in the truck he jumped in the drivers seat. Sarah climbed in the passenger seat and the rest of the Pogues got in the bed of the truck.
You could make out voices around you but you couldn't get your eyes to open. The voices were familiar. "JJ?" Your voice was barely a whisper.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm here," He said as he ran his fingers through your hair.
"Is she up?" Rafe asked, constantly glancing back at you in the rearview mirror.
"Barely," JJ replied.
Rafe chewed on his bottom lip the whole drive back to his house. Once he pulled into the driveway, everyone was quick to help you out. Sarah guided them to the large spare bedroom and JJ laid you gently on the bed.
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That night, Sarah started a fire in the fire pit out back. The Pogues sat around drinking beer and laughing. Rafe, however, never left your side. He sat in the chair next to your bed, focusing on the rise and fall of your chest as you slept peacefully.
"How do you know her?"
Rafe looked up to see JJ leaning against the doorway, beer in hand as he examined your state.
"She, uh..." Rafe began. "We met a couple months ago. Never met anyone like her before."
JJ nods his head. "She's a good person. Smart as shit too. Which makes me surprised she hung out with you."
Rafe chuckles and runs his tongue across his bottom lip. "Yeah, she's, uhm, special. The only person that's ever really given a fuck about me."
JJ was silent as he came to the other side of your bed, running a light finger over the stitches on your face.
"I was a dick," Rafe spoke up. "I fucked things up and I need to make them right. I mean, I-I just can't believe this happened."
"Well, I can't make her forgive you. And quite frankly, she's too good for you. But," JJ began. "I need to go find dear old dad and make sure she's going to be safe. Can I trust that you'll keep her safe here?"
Rafe nodded eagerly. "Yeah, of course. Anything I can do to help."
JJ studied Rafe's expression for a moment. He was being genuine. As much as JJ hated Rafe, he could tell the feelings he had for his sister were real and trusted that she'd be safe in his care.
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Two Little Suspects
See Me Through You Blurb
Synopsis: Y/N and her husband do the suspect challenge featuring her twin brother Ja'Marr
Pairing: Husband!Joe Burrow x Wife!Reader
Requested by: @languageho3 and @hoodharlow đ
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Sighing as you heard the doorbell rang as soon as you had sat down at the couch instantly annoyed you. Joe was somewhere in the house and probably in his office downstairs going over film and figured that you had to be the one to answer the door.
As you approached the foyer, you could make out the tall shape of your twin brother without even having to see him face to face and quickly opened the door.
Even though he had literally been over for breakfast earlier that morning.
âSo, ugly twin has returned. What do you want? Didnât I just feed you like an hour ago?â You asked as you looked at your phone to see what the time was and he quickly rolled his eyes.
âMove your ass over so I can come in and besides that was breakfast and now Iâm here for lunch.â
âDo I look like an all you can eat buffet to you?! Groceries are EXPENSIVE and you and Joe eat like yall have never seen food before in your LIVES.â
âHmm, not to me but definitely probably to your husband. The all you can eat buffet I mean and um, so? Heâs the highest paid quarterback in the league, he can afford it. Where is he by the way?â
âMinding his business which you should be doing sir. You have your own house, but no one would ever know it because you are literally here all the time. And Iâm ignoring that first part.â You told him as you sat down on the couch as he sat next to you.
âI came over to see you because I was bored.â
âWell, I was about to watch a movie, but I have another idea.â
âGo on.â
âWeâre doing the suspect challenge and Iâm making Joe do it too because I have something to tell him. Let me go get him, actually Iâll call him because I donât feel like walking.â
âLazy ass. But what do you have to tell him?â
âI will put you out of my house if you donât shut up. And I have to tell him about this.â You told JaâMarr and showed him the picture that had been in your pocket as you clicked on Husband in your phone and JaâMarrâs eyes went wide.
He answered on the third ring which had you confused.
âHmm? Ignoring me, husband? What took you so long to answer?â
âBaby, I literally spent the ENTIRE morning with you besides you leaving earlier. I just wanted to look at film for an hour and I told you then you could have me for the rest of the day and it just so happens that Iâm finished.â
âGood, come upstairs and pay me some attention.â
âWhat kind of attention? Like? Are you naked right now?â Joe asked as he whispered the last part and your eyes went wide.
âNO! Your best friend is hereâŚ. Again I might add talking about he's ready for lunch and getting on my last nerve as usual.â
âDonât listen to her Joe!â JaâMarr yelled and you immediately pinched him.
Joeâs laughter boomed through the phone as you could hear his footsteps coming up the stairs. Once he reached the top step, he hung up and made his way to the living room where both of you were to see JaâMarr now deep in a bag of Doritos and leaned down to kiss you.
âWait, where did those come from?â You asked him as he was crunching in your ear because he hadnât moved from his spot on the couch and you didnât remember buying any Doritos.
âThe grocery store.â
âI willâŚ. One of these days I am going to beat your ass for that smart mouth you have. But anyway everybody up and outside!â
âWhy?! Itâs our bye week! I want to relax!â JaâMarr whined as Joe was just standing there.
âBecause I said so and Iâm the boss. Weâre doing the suspect challenge.â
âNO.â Joe immediately protested and tried to run away, but you quickly grabbed him by his waist.
âYES! You are doing it and I donât want to hear any complaints. You two outside, NOW.â
The three of you were now lined up on the pavement in your long driveway and you were up first as you handed JaâMarr your phone to record it.
âYou ready?â He asked and you simply nodded as you took off running.
âSuspect has the attitude of someone who is 6â5, but sheâs only 4â11.â
You stopped running as he finished while Joe was trying not to laugh.
âAND?!?! The two of you would crumble without me. Give me that phone. JaâMarr, youâre up.â
âBe nice to me now.â
âIâm never nice to you anyway, so why would that change? Anyway, start running.â You told him as you pulled down your sleeves because you were starting to get cold.
JaâMarr did what he was told as you thought of something good to say.
âHmm, the suspect claims that he comes over to see his twin sister, but is really trying to steal my man.â
âHE WAS MINE FIRST!â JaâMarr exclaimed as you motioned for Joe to go next even though he was too busy laughing.
âYouâre just another one of his groupies! Now come on, husband.â
âHere we go because I already know some wild shit is about to come out of your mouth.â He muttered and all you did was smirk at him as he started running.
âSuspect wonât let me hold it when he pees.â
âNOT YALL BEING NASTY.â JaâMarr yelled as Joe was too busy laughing.
âCome on, babe. Just one time?!â You asked and your brother looked at both of you in disgust.
âNo! And get over here because itâs your turn.â
âMake it a good one.â
âSuspect claims that she doesnât want kids right now, but that didnât stop her from wrapping her legs around me last night.â Joe finished and your eyes went wide.
You and JaâMarr collectively gasped and all he did was pinch the bridge of his nose as you turned to Joe.
âNo regrets, my husband is fine as FUCK. Just look at those frosted tips. I plan on wrappingâŚâ
âOKAY, MOVING ON! SPARE ME THE DETAILS!â
âJaâMarr donât you want a niece or a nephew?â Joe asked him and he sighed.
âA smaller version of the two of you? Iâm going to have my work cut out for me.â
Now it was JaâMarrâs turn and he was smiling because he was waiting for you to tell Joe the news while Joe was going to record and he got into position.
âSuspect set me up with his sister and then proceeded to get mad when he found out that we were in a relationship and didnât talk to me for two weeks.â
âAHT AHT! Because the two of you hid it from me! Nice try.â
âWe didnât hide it!â You exclaimed as Joe was getting into position for JaâMarr to record him.
âYou didnât exactly tell the truth either. Anyway, moving on. Suspect is one of my best friends and because of him this is the happiest Iâve ever seen my twin sister even though the two of them make me sick.â As soon as he was finished Joe turned the camera to the two of you to show him leaning down to kiss you.
âAww, that was cute. I guess you are okay, sometimes.â You told him as he rolled his eyes.
âDonât make me take it back.â He told you as you took your phone back to record your brother.
âSuspect is the ugly twin who was found in a dumpster behind Popeyes in a back alley.â
âWE LOOK ALIKE, DUMBASS! And I just gave you a nice one!â
âYOUâRE ADOPTED! So I donât know what youâre talking about! And I fed you this morning and that was nice of me! I could have let you starve!â
âI got one for you babe.â You told Joe and he nodded as he began to run.
âEven though suspects claimed that I donât want kids right now, heâs in for a surprise because I took a pregnancy test two days ago and it was confirmed at my doctorâs appointment this morning. Heâs going to be a father of not one, but two little Burrows.â
Joe immediately stopped and turned to you with a look of disbelief on his face.
âAre you serious? Baby, are you serious?â He asked as he couldnât stop himself from smiling.
You nodded your head and proceeded to take out the sonogram picture from the pocket of your sweatshirt and handed it to him.
He stared at it for a few seconds before he immediately picked you up and you had wrapped your legs around his waist as he was planting kisses all over your face.
âSee? That position right there is why she has two in her. Good lord, I wasnât ready for one mini version of them and now thereâs going to be two?!â JaâMarr said as he had taken your phone and was now recording you and Joe.
âTheyâre going to need to pay me if they want me to babysit.â
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hoshi as your boyfriend (+18)
(sfw + nsfw)
warnings: first half is all FLUFF <3 nsfw part included too! dancer!hoshi, dancer!reader, fem reader, unprotected sex đ, public sex, creampie, mirror sex, orgasm denial + edging, they r in luv! <3
boyfriend!soonyoung whoâs the schoolâs infamous dance captain, while youâre a member of the dance club. thatâs how the both of you met.
boyfriend!soonyoung who was known to be a dynamic ball of energy, but with you â he was so shy initially. thought you were too pretty to approach, thought you looked out of reach. took him a while to be able to be friends with you.
boyfriend!soonyoung finally had the balls to confess to you after working on a dance project with you for 2 months. impulsive 2am thoughts and a slip of the tongue while the both of you were slurping down cup noodles after practice.
ââso yeah jihoon wouldnât stop making fun of me, especially about my crush on you andââ
âwhat?â
ââŚwhat did i say?â
boyfriend!soonyoung whoâs superrr clingy. even if itâs a separate practice session for team projects within the dance club, heâs gonna be at yours. sitting at the back, the front, beside the mirrors â wherever. (and it makes the juniors/other members nervous as HELL)
boyfriend!soonyoung who gets pouty when you tell him not to show up all the time â âit intimidates the rest!â but he promises to not be noticed the next time; cue him going to your next practice in a ball cap and mask, sitting at the back corner.
boyfriend!soonyoung who is always willing to help and guide you patiently. (though he is always impatient and scary with the other team members) with you though â he can never lose his temper at you. every mistake you make causes him to giggle like youâre the cutest thing ever.
âyouâre so cute baby,â
you pout âiâm sorry baby⌠i canât seem to get this even though iâve done it like - 20 times.â
âitâs okay baby, youâre doing so well. doing better than dino even.â
you tilt your headâŚâthatâs impossibleâ
âiâll happily watch you practice it a 100 times angel,â
boyfriend!soonyoung whoâs your biggest supporter. heâs your biggest fan. after every performance, he never fails to gift you the biggest & most dramatic bouquet of flowers with a little tiger plushie in the middle. with the longest heartfelt letter sealed in a tiger print envelope.
boyfriend!soonyoung who feels so lucky to have you. because if you think heâs dramatic? youâre even MORE dramatic. customised tiger gifts for him, an even bigger bouquet of flowers for him, and the cutest love letter he has pinned on his board at home.
boyfriend!soonyoung who is always your biggest defender. anytime he hears people talking shit about you â heâs immediate to thrash things out with them. always reminds people how hardworking you are, and loves to talk about you to everyone he knows.
âsheâs the prettiest, kindest, purest soul iâve ever met. and have you seen her dance? swear sheâs better than me.â
âsheâs the best. i donât know how i got so lucky to love someone like her.â
boyfriend!soonyoung who loves using not only words of affirmation, he loves his quality time with you, he loves feeling your touch all the time, and heâs the best at acts of service.
âi love you baby. iâll never get tired of telling you how amazing you are. iâm so happy we got to exist in the same universe timeline, likeââ *him rambling and getting distracted by the theories about different universe timelines*
*him always planning the most thought out dates â full day itinerary; at the zoo, pottery dates, etc. but he loves spending his down time with you too â sitting at home, putting on animal print face masks together, doing feet baths together.*
he always needs to hold your hand â doesnât want to lose you in the crowd (though the crowd on tuesdays at the mall seems to beâŚbleak). hugs with him lasts at least 10 minutes at a time, and naps with him end up with him hugging you like a koala bear on a tree.
hungry at 2am? heâs at your door within 15 with your favourite late night snack. on your period? heâs got a full care pack covered. late for class? heâs already sitting in your lecture hall; attendance marked for you, taking down notes for you.
nsfw version here!
boyfriend!soonyoung who found out he had a thing for exhibitionism one night while the both of you were practicing late in the dance studio.
you were practicing your moves, concentration at a 100% while looking at yourself in the mirror. and he couldnât help but feel a little turned out by how hard you were dancing. sweaty, flushed and so so pretty.
the song switches â and you snap your head towards soonyoung. he walks towards you in beat with the sensual song, before wrapping his arms around you from behind.
âfollow my guide baby,â he sways, holding onto you so tight. he traces your arms, interlocking both hands with you â flowing with the music while his eyes never left yours in the mirror.
âyouâre so sexy baby. love the way you move,â he breathes down your neck, eyes shutting for less than a second before he focuses on you again.
you hum, hips moving against his crotch as you feel yourself get heated up as the song progresses. âlearned it all from you baby,â your giggle snaps him out of his deep reverie.
âgetting bold now are we?â
boyfriend!soonyoung loves how youâre always down to explore new boundaries with him. he knows the deep trust goes both ways, and heâs grateful.
boyfriend!soonyoung loves when you get all needy for him. itâs usually him being all clingy and like a baby when it comes to you. youâre his safe space. so when he sees you being all wide eyed and desperate for him â it turns him on to no end.
heâs a menace. when it comes to fucking you, heâs double the menace. gets off on you being his needy little angel. no one would ever guess what goes on behind closed doors when it comes to him.
heâs edged you for the past 30 minutes, your juices tainting the dance floor thatâs only seen blood sweat and tears of the dancers. his smile is sinister, is relishing in the fact that heâs holding the key to your heaven gates at the moment.
loves to have you in front of him sitting right in front of the mirror. the big and wide mirror capturing the indecent act. your legs wide open for him as his fingers alternate between rubbing messily and harshly on your clit, and plunging deep into your his cunt.
wants you to come undone on his fingers and torture alone.
but heâs selfish, only wants to achieve what heâd set to do so earlier. and itâs for you to cum on his cock. he sits on the floor with his pretty cock out in the open, and has you in the same position, except now youâre sitting on his cock â deep inside you. all still facing the mirror where his gaze is locked on every move you make.
âthatâs it baby, ride my cock like you fucking mean it yeah?â
âtraining you to have strong legs baby, you need them to continue to dance amazingly right?â
you cry out at the overstimulation, you want nothing but to cum. every hit his cock makes chokes you and you donât recognise the girl in the mirror anymore â so wrecked on your boyfriendâs cock.
âtell me what you need pretty girl,â soonyoung teases as he leans back on his hands, enjoying the view in the mirror, hiding how fucked out he feels. how he is so close to cumming right inside of you this very moment. but heâs holding back. heâs got better control than that anyways.
âneed toâneed to cum nowww soonie, please baby,â tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as you continue to ride him, pace faltering as you feel your legs getting tired.
âif you can cum like that, be my guest baby. cum.â he shrugs, and you notice the glint in his devilish gaze through the mirror. you groan, legs giving out on you and you resort to grinding slowly.
âneed you toâneed you to help me,â you pout, if acting cute wonât get you what you want, you donât know what else to try.
âbaby needs my help? canât cum on her own? aw baby.â he pouts back at you, and you want so badly to snap at him at his tone but you know better than to do so.
âon your knees, face the mirror. wonât tell you twice.â and all energy resurfaces as you scurry to go on all fours, looking at how desperate you appear through the mirror â your reflection mocking you.
soonyoung grunts in approval. slides his cock right back into you, and thanks the heavens for you. for being able to take you like this. swears you look like an angel even being so fucked out on the dance floor, back being blown out.
âso fucking pretty like this baby, how do you always look so fucking beautiful,â he snaps his hips so deep into you with a certain tempo, and you feel like youâre ascending to heaven each time he fucks his cock into you.
his fingers reach forward to smack your puffy clit, using the tip of his fingers to rub messily, finally deciding to let his angel cum.
âc-canâtâgonna cumâiâm gonna cum gonna cumâ you cry out with a hoarse throat with actual tears running down your flushed cheeks this time. your hands reach back to grab onto his biceps, nails plunging in, and it drives him crazy.
âyou can cum baby, cum on your fucking cockâcream it baby let me feel youââ you clench around him so tight he lets out a string of âfucksâ. you fall forward, face flat â cheeks pressed on the dance floor, letting your body do the job of releasing the past hour of edging. all tension let loose, you moan out his name so beautifully as you cream and choke his cock with your cunt.
âfuck fuck fuck baby, gonna cum too. gonna cum inside you pretty, fuuuuuckââ his grip on your hips tighten as he releases his creamy load inside of you. airy moans leaving his chest as he lets his cock paint your cunt as his.
he slows down his thrusts, letting the mixture of your releases mix together slowly. you both slowly relish in the moment of your bodies connecting, feeling nothing but love left.
boyfriend!soonyoung whoâs always taking care of you â including after care! loves praising you non stop, leaving trails of kisses everywhere. post-nut clarity hits differently for him â where he always tells himself that he wants to be yours forever.
boyfriend!soonyoung whoâs not only the best boyfriend, the best lover but also your best friend and the one person youâre most thankful for in the world ! <3
a/n: hahaâŚwas in a hoshi moodâŚ<3 GAH. i hope u guys liked it ! typed this all in one go while thinking abt hoshi n him being the bestest boy ever.
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With Gooseworx all but confirming that the Jax being an AI thing is bullshit, I personally want to talk about an interesting part about Jax that a lot of theorists used as "evidence" that validates the theory:
Jax's fourth wall breaks are a common topic brought up amongst the "Jax is an NPC" theory. After all, Caine broke the fourth wall in the pilot, knowing full well that the world of The Amazing Digital Circus isn't real and is talking to some unseen viewer as he introduces the Circus Crew.
There's also this bit of official art surrounding Jax's pin:
Where everyone else is inside their room, Jax is outside as pieces of the circus fall apart around him and all of reality to crash. Certainly lends itself to this idea that Jax knows he's not a real person and that his presence could cause great disruption to this world. And he doesn't care because none of it is real. Might as well have fun and cause chaos in a world that doesn't exist.
And I'll admit, all of this seems like valid claims for how the theory could be true. I saw it all and thought that it surely COULD be possible...but there are some things that stop me from being convinced.
Firstly, Caine breaking the fourth wall in the pilot doesn't really seem like an AI talking to the audience. It looks more like an AI programmed to talk to a player as a game boots up. What we saw in the opening could be more like a morning routine that he has to do at least once a day. Plus, we've yet to see any other NPC talk to the audience like Jax has. He explicitly called out the viewers in episode three, knowing full well he's being watched by SOMEONE. Or, at the very least, acting like he is. What do I mean by that? Well, to explain, I'd like to use one of my favorite fourth wall breakers as an example:
Deadpool, in most adaptations, knows fully well that he's a fictional character. He'll talk to the readers/viewers, move the camera around, and constantly talk shit to the writers/studio for occasionally screwing him over. It's all in good (Sometimes bloody) fun...but there's a canonical reason for this. It's not like She-Hulk where the fourth wall breaks are a way to tell HER stories HER way. You see, Deadpool...is just fucking insane.
No, really, that's the reason. Due to the trauma of gaining his powers, Deadpool's mind breaks and he's led to believe that he MUST be a fictional character. In comics, he actually gets voices in his head that makes him think he must be some comic book superhero, and the movies implied that something similar happened given how he never broke the fourth wall ONCE before getting his powers. This means him breaking the fourth wall could be seen as a coping mechanism. After all, it's better to believe you're a fictional character designed to entertain some invisible audience than believe that all of the shitty things that happened to you and people close to you is just a cruel joke from the universe.
Sound familiar?
Going back to the pilot, remember how Pomni's first instinct was to say that the Circus was all just a dream? To her, it's better to live in a lie that everything around her isn't real than to accept the reality that she's stuck in digital purgatory. Jax very well could be going through something similar, but unlike Pomni who seemed to just accept her reality, Jax never did. The trauma of being stuck in the Circus had led to his mind breaking just like Pomni's, Kinger's, and anyone else's. It's just that, for him, he thinks he's coping with it better because he discovered the secret that no one else did: None of this is real.
They're not actually people trapped in some hellscape while an AI unintentionally tortures them. They're all just fictional characters whose tragedies and silly antics are used to entertain viewers. I mean, it's either that or they're real people forever trapped in the circus with the closest thing to death being a full, psychotic break as they give up their sanity because they no longer want to exist in this hell anymore...But that possibly can't be true. Because if that IS true, then Jax has to face that he's a real person stuck in a real, awful situation that he can't joke his way out of. So, it's best to think nothing is real and nothing they do matter. So, might as well have fun with it.
Going back to the pin...
I don't think this is damning evidence about Jax being an NPC. Actually, it perfectly captures who he is as a character. He knows the circus isn't real. He even thinks HE isn't real. So instead of grappling with that, Jax lets himself believe that if nothing is real than nothing he does matters. He can break things, ruin lives, and assist in torturing the others in the circus. It's what he thinks will make the show more entertaining, even though all he's really entertaining is himself so his mind doesn't break more than it does.
Now, could the same apply if he's an NPC? Well...maybe. Gumigoo definitely proves how far someone could fall when they're told their world is fake. He was about ready to give up on life because he didn't think he had one. If Jax was an NPC, I could see him having a similar break, but going in the far opposite direction where, instead of giving up on life, he chooses to live the way HE wants it. Instead of being some one-off NPC for a lame adventure, he could go off on adventures of his own and ruin the lives of others now that his is thoroughly ruined.
However, Gooseworx makes a good point: "...a lot of people come up with theories based on how unexpected they'd be, and not because they make sense or align with the show's themes."
If Jax is an NPC, it would harm the overall message of the show. That there's meaning to be found in a stagnant life, and you find that meaning with people close to you who make that life worth living. Jax represents a sort of foil to that idea, with his way of coping with the madness being pure chaos and breaking others. It's his coping mechanism, and it works because it shows how human Jax really is. They're ALL human and they have human desires and wants, with the Circus pretty much stripping that away and leaving them...as they are now. They're emotionally broken, their sanity is decreasing, and some of them are losing all sense of self. By making Jax an NPC, it would definitely be surprising, but it would take away from that idea. It no longer makes him a human facing his own tragedy but instead an AI that's just as broken as Gummigoo. More than that, it gives the others an easy out. All the crew has to do is tell Caine that Jax is an NPC and POOF! No more annoyance. So making him someone who HAS to stay with the others and they're forever forced to deal with him also adds more to THEIR tragedy and torture.
Jax being an NPC is an interesting theory, but I don't think it's one that SHOULD be true. To me, it's more fascinating watching Jax treat the world around him as meaningless knowing he's a human instead of a rogue NPC breaking everything. And Gooseworx made it clear how they feel about it. Now, could it potentially be a mislead to get fans off the trail? Genuinely...I don't think so. That sounded very "I don't like this idea so it's not gonna happen" type of response. Still, we won't know until the show wraps up. Anything can happen, but don't get your hopes up if a character who does bad things to people that don't deserve it is more human than you think.
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IS THERE SOMEONE ELSE! â GOJO SATORU
SYNOPSIS...you and gojo get into a fight after realizing that heâs been hiding something about your relationship the entire time
INFO...gojo x fem!reader, angsty, arguing, breaking up(?), not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
You slam the door to the penthouse, your heels clicking against the mahogany floors with each step. You toss your purse on the couch, hearing Gojo opening the front door and shutting it quickly. âBaby, please just listen to me.â He pleads, following after you.
âI donât wanna hear your bullshit excuse, Satoru.â You roll your eyes, plopping down on the edge of the bed to relieve your sore feet of the heels youâve been wearing all night to your boyfriends opening event heâs been planning for months now.
âIâm not trying to make excuses. Please.â He walks over towards you and toss your heel at him. âStop throwing shit and just talk to me!â
âYou donât get to tell me what to do!â You stand to your feet, glaring daggers at him. âDo you know how embarrassing that was for me? God, youâre a fucking asshole.â You seethe, narrowing your eyes. âI sat there all alone, while you let some woman feel up on you the entire night? Are you out your fucking mind?â You scoff.
âSheâs just an old friend, y/n. I swear I didnât mean to make you feel that way.â He shakes his head at you, grabbing onto your arms tightly.
âOh, yeah? So I when I came up and introduced myself as your girlfriend none of your friends were looking at me like I was crazy? I know weâve been only together for a year, Satoru, but thatâs fucking low.â You pull away from him. âThey didnât even know who I was. Then you got miss prissy bitch clearly flirting with you in front of me and you didnât do a damn thing to stop it!â You brush past him, stomping over towards the bathroom.
âSlow down, y/n! Babyââ
âIâm not your fucking âbabyâ, Satoru.â You gather all of your products from the bathroom, from your makeup and skincare to your clothes and shampoo.
âStop for just one second.â He spins you around so youâre facing him. âDonât leave. I swear youâre the only girl for me. I know I fucked up, I know I did. I embarrassed you, made you look stupid and I am so fucking sorry. But please do not leave.â He cups your face gently and his touch feels so inviting, but you canât forgive him that easily. âI only want you. I only need you.â
You look up at him through your lashes, swallowing thickly as you bite the inside of your cheek. âShouldâve thought about that when you let her kiss your cheek and you smiled at her. Right in front of me. Get the fuck off of me.â You push him, rushing to grab your bag from the closet.
Gojo lets out a tired sigh, following you. He wasnât going to let you go. Not like this. âI shouldnât have let her near me.â
âWhy was she so comfortable with being that close to you, huh?â You question, furrowing your brows as you turn to look at him. âNow that I think about it. Let me guess, you two were more than just friends.â You stand to your feet, snatching your clothes off the hangers and shoving them into your bag. He looks at you, opening his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. And from the look in his eyes, you already knew the truth. A bitter laugh leaves your lips, shaking your head in disappointment.
âIt was before you! Before us! We never dated it was just a small thing between me and her!â He tried to explain. âBaby, I swear! Once I met you, everything changed. I cut her off and focused all my attention on you. Youâre the only who has my heart.â He grabbed your wrist only for you to pull away.
âClearly I ainât the only who whoâs got your dick, though.â You slam the closet door shut, turning your back towards him.
âDonât say that, y/n. Thatâs the first time Iâve seen her in years!â
âYeah? Well are your friends sure know about her. She mustâve been great in bed, Satoru. Me? Well, they looked at me like I was a fucking ghost!â You scoff. âLike I was some delusional bitch who came up to you and said I was your girlfriend!â You throw your hands up in disbelief. âYou must take me for fucking joke. It must be written on my forehead or something!â
âI donât take you for a joke! Youâre goddamn girlfriend. You live with me. You have my initial around your fucking neck! I love you and you know that!â He takes a step towards you.
âDo I know that?â You ask aloud, cocking your head to the side.
âWhatâof course I love you. What the fuck are you saying?â He looked at you with pure confusion.
âYouâre a joke. One of your friends, Shoko, pulled me aside and told me the only reason you got with me is because your little fling ended up getting a boyfriend herself around the time we started dating. Youâre a piece of shit.â You revealed the truth to him, watching him stare at you blankly, lost for words. âThink I wouldnât find out?â You ripped off the necklace with his initial, tossing it at him.
âYes, I was upset that she got a boyfriend butââ
âSo you had feelings for her. And just to cover them up, you got with me as a distraction.â You step closer towards him. âListen to me, Satoru, donât ever try and contact me again, keep whatever fucking gifts you bought me and return them, sell them, do whatever because I am done,â you spoke through gritted teeth.
âNo, no, no, baby. You canât leave me. Yea I liked her before, but so fucking what? I was never in love with her, not like I am with you. I was too fucking stupid. I still am! Just give me another chance to fix this. I donât want us to end this way.â He grabs your packed bag from your hands and tosses it on the bed.
âLet me go, Satoru.â
âNo,â he shakes his head, âI canât. Youâre everything to me. Sheâs nothing compared to you.â He sniffles, holding your hands in his. âI love you so much and Iâm so sorry I didnât tell you the truth. Iâm sorry I embarrassed you. And Iâm sorry for entertaining the idea that she could even come close to you. She canât.â His hands cupped your face, his heart pounding in anticipation as he waited to hear any words from you.
You reached up, pulling his hands away from your face. âBye, Satoru.â You walked past him, grabbing your bag off of the bed. As much as it hurt to leave, you knew you had to respect yourself. Time and space was what you needed to think. With each step out the door, you could hear Gojoâs sobs, something youâve never heard before in the year youâve been with him. For the strong, flashily and confident man he is, you never once thought youâd see or him break down. Especially not for you.
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Kwon Jae-Sung x fem!Larusso!reader
What happens when the cocky, bad-boy captain of the Cobra Kai team meets Daniel Larusso's daughter?
*Notes, since Kwon is actually 20 apparently(?) reader is going to be 18. So, technically a year older than the rest of the team, Kwon will also not try to make Robby jealous, Yoon can do that
I thought I would have no problem keeping my promise to focus on the Sekai Tekai rather than on guys, even though I'm not even officially competing. I'm here as a backup fighter in case of any injuries, but I knew that all my focus went out the window with the arrival of the Cobra Kai team.
One look at that dangerous smirk and messy hair, and I was smitten.
He turned toward me, flashing me a smirk and wink, and I'm so distracted that I don't even register the fact that Tory is standing next to him until my sister, Sam, elbows me in the ribs. I turn in her direction, and she frowns at me. "He's the enemy," she hisses.
"Well, 'the enemy' is hot," I hiss back. I feel a soft smack on my head and notice my dad giving me a look. He shakes his head, and I sigh, crossing my arms and turning back to face the announcer.
I have the feeling he's on the "forbidden to breathe the same air as me" list. Good thing I have never listened to that list once in my eighteen years of life.
As we file out, I lock eyes once more with the Cobra Captain, and this time return his smirk.
I have the feeling he's going to make this tournament interesting...
~~~~~
As we wait in the lobby to check in, Devon and I chat until she focuses on something over my shoulder. "Captain Cobra is coming this way," she observes. I turn, despite my better judgement, and lock eyes with him as he makes his way to where the two of us are standing, leaving the rest of his team to taunt mine.
"Hi," I say, watching him approach. I wonder briefly if he's always smirking, because that's what he appears to be doing right this second. "Hey," he says back. He stops in front of me. "You must be, [Name]." My eyes narrow suspiciously and he raises his hands in a surrender pose as he chuckles. "Relax, I'm not stalking you. You and Robby are all Tory talks about. I've seen a million pictures of you. It's nice to finally meet the person I've heard so much about."
I nod, raising a brow at him. "So, am I going to learn your name or am I still supposed to call you 'Captain Cobra'? It's kind of a mouthful if I'm being honest." His smirk seems to turn into a slightly real smile, as he laughs. "I'm Kwon. Kwon Jae-Sung. Future Sekai Tekai champion." I nod, acting impressed. "I see. And what makes you so sure?" I ask him teasingly. He straightens up, eyes holding a real sense of pride as he gives me a cocky, though fully real, smile.
"I'm the best fighter here. I know it, my team knows it, everybody knows it. I fight mean and dirty, giving me an edge over my opponents." I study him closely as he talks about how he's the best. He truly believes what he is saying, and I actually kind of believe him as well. Tori told me about Master Kim when she was training at Cobra Kai, and after meeting her during the fight at the dojo, I believe that her students are put through the damn ringer. He doesn't seem the type to follow directions easily, though. More the opposite.
Before I can keep the conversation going, Devon taps my shoulder. "Incoming, sister," she whispers. I nod, turning back to Kwon. "I have to go. I'm sorry. Good luck, though!" I say, holding out my hand for him to shake. Kwon takes it. "I look forward to seeing you fight," he says back to me. Before I can tell him I'm just a backup, he's gone back to his team.
"What did he want?" Sam asks as she approaches, leveling a nasty look in his direction. I shrug, watching he and his team walk away. "Just to introduce himself. I guess Tory talks about me a lot," I say. Sam scoffs. "He's just trying to get in your head. Don't let him," she says. I roll my eyes. "I'm not even competing, so I don't know why he'd be trying to get in my head," I observe, hoping my sister would understand how stupid she's being. Her next sentence tells me everything I need to know about her current mindset. "You're my sister, though, and the daughter of one of our senseis. If he's in your head, it's to use you to get to us," she explains as though I'm dumb. I sigh as I follow her to our room.
She's changed a lot over the past two years, but at the same time, she hasn't changed a bit.
~~~~~
I roll my eyes with the rest of my team as the captains are coddled and treated like kings while the rest of us just stand around and watch. I notice one of them checking out Robby and narrow my eyes. She better not even think about making a move on my best friend's boyfriend. She'll be lucky if I kill her before Tory does.
I notice Kwon smiling at me instead of the camera as the picture is taken. When Tory leaves, he walks over to me. "Hey," he greets. Before I can respond, my sister marches over and drags me away. "Don't talk to her!" She snaps. I give Kwon an apologetic wave as I leave, him flashing a small smile in return.
I briefly wonder if he ever frowns, because he seems like the type of person to always be smiling. Even when he's angry. I then wonder briefly how hot he is when he's angry.
~~~~~
"You're a dumbass, Robby," I sigh, watching the Cobra Kais celebrate getting a new room. Robby says nothing, only turning around and leaving, and the rest of the team follows him. As I turn to leave, I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. I pull it out, seeing a text from an unknown number.
Unknown - It's Kwon. Tory gave me your number. I thought it would be easier to talk without getting interrupted this way.
I smile to myself, wondering if he actually enjoys talking to me.
[Name] - Yeah, this works. Especially because I've been told that you're only speaking with me to get in my head
Kwon - Well, you've figured me out. Tell me, is it working?
[Name] - Not really if I'm being honest. Besides, I'm just a backup anyway. If you want to get in anyone's head, it would be my sister's. She's team captain, after all
Kwon - It's hard to tell over text, but you seem disappointed.
I pause briefly reading that. Am I disappointed? I guess I am. Sam has always been the favorite. Even though I'm the oldest, I've never been the most behaved child. Especially not when I'd joined Cobra Kai behind my father's back. Sam has always been the perfect angel, and my parents, my father especially, have always shown their favoritism, even without realizing it. The captain's thing was no different, along with the team tryouts.
[Name] - if I'm being honest? a little
Kwon - If you want to talk, you could always come to my room tonight.
I pause, a smirk on my face as I text him back.
[Name] - this sounds suspiciously like a hookup offer?
Kwon - That wasn't really my intention.
I frown slightly in disappointment, hoping I didn't scare him off, when my phone buzzes again.
Kwon - I wouldn't object to it, though.
I laugh as I reply to him.
[Name] - I'll be there at 11:00. Keep it in your pants
~~~~~
Sneaking out was harder than I thought it would be. I feigned wanting to take a midnight stroll to get over my lack of sleep because my roommates were still up. Devon wouldn't judge me, given the fact that she realizes that a petty rivalry is stupid, but Sam would flip out and most likely tell our father if I snuck out to meet up with a boy. Especially the Cobra Kai captain.
I knock on the door, looking around wearily. I saw Robby walking around as well as I was leaving, and I prayed he didn't return too soon. As soon as Kwon opened the door, I stepped in, quickly closing it behind me. "Make yourself at home," he grumbles. I giggle. "I'm sorry, I just am trying to avoid my teammate who is also wandering around right this second." He laughs, and sits on one of the beds, while I set up camp on the other. I look at the mountain of pillows on his bed, noting that the bed I'm on has no pillows.
I smirk at them. "So, you like pillows?" I ask. He looks confused until he notices the mountain. "They're comfy," he defends. I laugh at him and lay on the bed, facing him on his. "Why'd you invite me here?" I question. He shrugs. "Just to talk. Why aren't you competing?" I shrug, turning away from him to look up at the ceiling. "I'm not good enough."
He scoffs. "I don't believe that." I shrug again. "It's true. I'm not good enough in my father's eyes, and neither is my brother. Sam is the golden child. That's why she's captain. She would have been captain whether or not Tory stayed on the team. I'm not competing because I had strep on the days of the tryouts for the team. As a consolation prize, I was allowed to come here as a replacement in case someone got hurt or sick." I roll my eyes. "It wouldn't have mattered anyway. When it comes to Sam, everyone seems to worship her. My parents only just started acknowledging my brother's existence, and for me, I've always been the sneaky disappointment."
I sit up, training my eyes outside the window. At Kwon's scoff of disbelief, I turn to him. "It's true. They're most disappointed in the fact that I had joined Cobra Kai, and that I chose to remain there during the 'Karate War'. I was there until Eli chose to leave, and I left too."
Kwon nods along to what I'm saying, and he's such a good listener that I find myself telling him even more of the story. "When I was in Cobra Kai, I was a different person. My dad had taught me and Sam Karate from a young age, but I liked the Cobra Kai style better. I thought the offense was more fun than the defense, and I started fighting that way. I also fought dirty. My dad also didn't like the amount of respect I had for his high school bully, so that was another reason he was disappointed in me. The biggest reason he was disappointed, though, was because I wasn't like Sam. I didn't follow hi directions mindlessly, I didn't make everyone's problems my business, and I, most importantly, didn't like the 'right guys'. The only guy I've ever dated was Eli, and that ended because we both knew that there was no way he'd ever be able to settle for anyone who wasn't Moon."
I stare at the city outside of Kwon's window, and I feel the bed move as he sits beside me. "I think that's stupid," he says. "You should be competing while you're here. Your entire team is training for this, yet you aren't able to even attempt to show people what you're made of. You should rejoin Cobra Kai. Master Kim would let you."
I laugh. "Thanks, but no thanks. I can't do that to my team, and I'd rather watch this tournament anyway. Besides, I can't cheer you on if I'm competing at the same time now, can I?"
~~~~~
The next morning, I quietly sneak back into the room. My sister is still asleep, but Devon comes out of the bathroom as I shut the door. "Where were you?" She asks. I glance over at my sister before pulling out my phone. I quickly type Kwon into a text before showing it to her. She raises a brow, and I quickly shake my head. "Not like that," I quickly reassure her. She laughs. "Relax. I was just going to say you're moving a little fast is all," she tells me. I smile at her before my sister stirring distracts us.
"Good morning, guys," she says, yawning. We return our good mornings as we begin to get ready for the day. As Sam gets in the shower, my phone buzzes. I smile as I read Kwon's text.
Kwon - We should get together again tonight.
Devon shoots me a look as I smile at the text. "Moving a little fast, are we?" she snarks. I stick my tongue out as I throw a pillow at her. "Shut up," I say. She laughs as she dodges the pillow. "Have him actually take you out today or something," she suggests. "I'll vouch for you." I nod. "Okay," I decide.
[Name] - How opposed are you to missing practice today?
Kwon - Depends on the reason?
[Name] - I'm bored. I don't want to watch my team practice
Kwon - I don't know. What's in it for me?
[Name] - Theres a beach we could spar on?
Kwon - 10:00?
[Name] - Sounds good
~~~~~
The first time we got together went so well that we've decided to do it every day. Early in the morning, we get together and train, whether it be a sparring session, jog, or weightlifting at a gym, we've been getting together regularly. Today, it's sparring on the beach again. Most days it only lasts about two hours, but today we both have the day off, so we'll be spending it together.
I adjust the workout clothes I'm wearing. I'm in shorts and a (tank/crop) top because I thought it would be warmer today, but right now, near the water, I'm freezing. I settled on my cutest outfit, mostly to impress Kwon. I hear a voice call out to me and I turn and smile as he approaches. "Ready?" he asks me. I nod, and he pulls off his jacket, revealing a rather tight compression shirt with his sweats. I try, and fail, not to stare too hard at the abs I see through the shirt.
As soon as we bow to each other, he runs at me, forcing me to block and dodge his attacks. I back away from him as he relentlessly moves forward, kicking and punching everywhere he could. As I defend, I watch his movements carefully. Every fighter has a flaw in their movements. It could be a past injury, a small habit they never trained away, or, in Kwon's case, a false sense of security. He keeps his arms lower than he should. Not by much, but enough for someone who knows what they're doing to pick up on it. He focuses his efforts more on throwing fast and powerful combinations than he does on his defenses, because he's confident in his speed. While his speed is impressive, he's still open to an attack.
I use this against him, dodging his next kick and aiming a punch at his exposed liver. I'm not going to actually hit it that hard, due to the fact that it can cause permanent damage, but I do hit it hard enough for him to stop. He falls to the ground, in pain and gasping for breath, and I quickly run over to him. "Are you okay?" I ask him, helping him sit up. He laughs, breathlessly. "Yeah, just winded."
The two of us sit and chat, watching the waves crash on the beach for the rest of the day. As night approaches, I shiver, getting slightly chilly. Kwon notices, wrapping his jacket around my shoulders and shifts closer to me, making me warmer. "So, should we consider this our first date?" Kwon asks as we watch the sun setting. I look at him and he's already looking at me. "We've barely known each other a week?" I respond. He shrugs, leaning back. "And?" He questions, staring up at me. I scoff. "We barely know anything about each other!" I protest, trying not to smile. He's squinting up at me and crinkling his nose while doing so, and I have to look away to avoid giving in.
"Tory would tell me about you and Robby all the time, and she showed me a lot of pictures of you. Everything you've told me, like your favorite color and favorite TV show, Tory has talked about. I know all of the surface level stuff about you, like the fact that you hate coconut and people have to hide M&M's from you because otherwise you won't stop eating them. You sounded so interesting that I couldn't not talk to you that first day here. After that, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Your sister accuses me of trying to get in your head, but I can't seem to get you out of mine."
The two of us are silent after his confession, until I finally get the courage to look him in the eyes. "If you promise to take me on a real first date tomorrow, no training involved, I might consider it," I say. His smile lights up his whole face. "Deal," he agrees.
~~~~~
I nod at Devon as I walk out the door, passing through the hall. I make it to the lobby, spotting Kwon waiting by the door. As he waves to me and I begin to walk over, a person steps into my path. I bump into Miguel, who looks at me, annoyance on his face. "Hey, [Name]," He greets. I nod at him. "Hey, Miguel." I try to step around him, but he starts talking to me. I lock eyes with Kwon, who taps his watch he's wearing. I shrug helplessly and Miguel launches into a rant about Robby being a horrible captain and how he's always so distracted. I nod along, impatiently before snapping.
"Why don't you just talk to him?" I finally huff. "Look, I'm late to meet someone, so I'll see you later." I quickly make my way out the door of the lobby before he can ask who I'm meeting.
I walk to Kwon, who's now waiting for me outside. "It's about time," he grumbles. I smile at his pout. "I was trying to leave, but he was complaining about his stepbrother," I say. He rolls his eyes. "He couldn't have complained farther away from you?" He asks, grabbing my hand. As he laces his fingers through mine, I smile up at him. "Aww, are you jealous?" I ask, starting to tease him. He frowns down at me and looks away, a blush staining his face red. "No," he mumbles. I giggle, letting him lead me away from the hotel.
~~~~~
We decided to go to the boardwalk, which is where we spent our day. We ate food, played games, and went on every ride at the park, and we were walking around again when I squealed and grabbed his hand. "Look at that panda!" I pull him closer to the game booth where there is a huge giant panda stuffed animal hanging from the top of it.
Kwon chuckles at my enthusiasm and pays the booth attendant. Kwon needs to knock down every clown on the little shelf to win the panda. On Kwon's first try, he knocked down ten of them. He played again and knocked down eleven. The third time, he also got eleven, despite hitting the clown dead center. Just as I'm about to tell Kwon it's a scam and to just leave, he pays again, and this time whips the ball so hard at that clown that it finally does fall over. He turns to the booth attendant. "Panda. Now." The guy does as he's told and hand's me the giant panda. I smile up at Kwon as he looks down at me. He looks like he wants to say something but gets distracted as he looks up. "The only thing we haven't done yet is the Ferris Wheel," he says.
I take his hand. "Then let's go!"
As we pay and get on the ride, we stare out over the city. I shiver as we get closer to the top, because the cold air hit me. Kwon chuckles, draping his jacket over me again. "At this rate, I should just let you keep it," he says. As I laugh and face him, he stares at me. "It looks even better on you than it does on me," he notes. I feel the blush on my cheeks, despite the chilly air, as his face gets closer. As his breath hits my cheeks, I feel my eyes flutter shut and I lean forward to close the distance.
He kisses me, softly at first, but slowly turning hotter and more passionate as it continues. My hands slide into his hair, just as soft as I'd imagined it'd be, as he pulls me closer by my waist. The fact that we're on the Ferris Wheel becomes forgotten until we reach the bottom, and the ride operator clears his throat.
The two of us get off the ride, me embarrassed and Kwon satisfied, and begin to walk back to the hotel. I'm clutching my gigantic panda on my right side and Kwon's hand on my left side, and as he swings our arms back and forth and twirls me around in the moonlight, I silently wish this moment would last forever.
Neither of us knew how late it was as we walked back into the hotel, but since we were greeted by my angry father and sister, and one very confused Johnny Lawrence, I would assume it was very late.
"Where have you been?" Dad begins to question. I shrug sheepishly. "The boardwalk?" I answer. Dad holds up his phone. "Do you have any idea what time it is? Why didn't you answer your phone?" He asks. I look at my phone and wouldn't you know? Fifteen missed calls and over one hundred unread messages. "Oops. My phone was on silent, not vibrate. That's my bad."
Dad begins to get angry, when Sam opens her mouth. "Why were you with him? You know he's our enemy!" She glares at Kwon, who until this point has been standing silently beside me. It's now that my dad seems to fully register who he is and, more importantly, who's jacket I'm wearing.
"Is that a Cobra Kai jacket? And you went out, alone, on a date, with one of their Captains?" I nod, handing the bear to Kwon. "Yeah, and I had an excellent time. He's quite the gentleman, you know. Held doors for me, walked on the side of the sidewalk with traffic, you know, gentleman things." Dad stalks closer. "We're not talking about this here. Give him the jacket back and say goodbye. You're not allowed to speak with him." I stay put, crossing my arms. "That's not fair!" I exclaim. "Cobra Kai isn't your enemy, Kreese is. So why can't I just go on a date with a nice boy who just happens to be from that dojo? I mean, Tory willingly joined the dojo, and you are still being perfectly nice and civil to her! Kwon's just a normal teenager who had an opportunity to succeed and took it!"
"It goes against everything Miyagi-Do stands for," Dad says. I throw my hands up in frustration. "Miyagi-Do this! Miyagi-Do that! All you ever do is talk about Miyagi-Do! Sensei Lawrence tries to teach us something, you argue against it because it's not the "Miyagi-Do way". Do you know how ridiculous you sound? And I can't date a boy because he happens to attend a dojo run by the guy who taught your high school bully how to fight? No offense, Sensei Lawrence."
Johnny waves it off. "No big deal, kid. Listen Daniel, maybe she's got a point." Dad turns to him. "Does she? Does she have a point? Get back to me when your daughter goes on a date with a cocky asshole who is being taught by a monster, and you'll understand how I feel." Johnny steps closer. "Listen to me man, I was the cocky asshole. This guy, he's not it. You're letting your feelings about Kreese affect your judgement and you're making horrible decisions. Just let the girl go on a few dates and be happy. She's not competing anyway, which you already know how I feel about that, so what's the harm in letting her date the guy?"
Dad glares at all of us before taking a breath. "We'll talk about it in the morning. Go to bed." With that, he climbs upstairs and goes to his room. Johnny sighs and waves at all of us before following after him, leaving me, Sam, and Kwon alone.
"How could you do this to us?" Sam asks, tearfully. Footsteps sound and the rest of my friends appear in the lobby. "We heard yelling," Hawk says. Demetri nods. "I tried telling everyone it was none of our business, but you see how well that worked out." he gestures to the other Miyagi-Do students. Miguel wraps his arm around Sam. "She's right. How could you betray us like this?" He asks angrily. I open my mouth, but Kwon finally speaks. "Betray you? She hasn't done anything to betray you, although listening to you people speaking, it's a miracle for you guys she hasn't. She doesn't even get to train with you people. She was brought here as a backup, but instead of letting her be one, you flew another person in from the states instead. I offered her the chance to join Cobra Kai, and she declined, saying that she couldn't do that to you guys."
The whole team except Kenny and Devon glare at him as he speaks, and I roll my eyes. Kwon then glares back at all of them. "You all love Tory so much, even though she joined Cobra Kai. Your captain would still be dating her if she didn't break up with him, so why the hell is me dating [Name] such a horrible crime?"
My team doesn't have an answer, so Kwon just scoffs. "Pathetic, all of you. Let's go, [Name]." He gently takes my hand and pulls me to the stairs, leading me to his room.
"You can stay with me tonight," he says. "I'm sure I have a shirt that you can borrow." I smile gratefully at him, trying not to think about the betrayed faces of my friends and father.
When we get to the room, Kwon tosses me a shirt before grabbing a handful of clothes and walking to the bathroom. "I'm just going to shower really quick," he says. "Okay," I respond, scrolling through social media. I like one of Yasmine's selfies, noting that she looks like she's finally getting better from the breakup. I still can't believe Demetri cheated on her. She truly did care about him, and I could tell it hurt her a lot. I like a post on Aisha's Instagram as well as I change out of my dress/jumper and into the shirt. It's long enough that it fits like a dress, ending just past my thigh. Aisha seems to be doing well at her new school, and I'm really happy for her, even if I do miss her.
I get a phone call from my mom. I sigh before answering. "Hey, mom!" I say, cheerfully. She sighs. "I just got off the phone with your father," she says. I slump. Of course she did.
"Is he anything like the Cobra Kais were when they were in the Valley?" She asks. "No. Aside from being a little cocky, he's not aggressive without reason." Mom sighs in relief. "Then I don't think you really need to listen to your father on this one. I trust your judgement, and even if it only lasts through Barcelona, at least you'll have a time with him you'll enjoy." I smile widely at him as he comes into the room. "Thank you, Mom," I say, happily. She laughs. "Okay. I'll let you sleep now. Love you, bye." She hangs up on me.
Kwon flops onto the bed next to me, only wearing a pair of sweatpants. He wraps his arms around me as he nuzzles his face into my neck. I pet his hair as he sighs into me. "I'm sorry about your team," he mumbles. I shrug, glad he can't see my face. "It's okay. I'm not sure what I expected from them. I thought they'd be a little kinder to you, but whatever. You're only the first guy I've actually liked since my ex, and even then, I didn't like him nearly as much."
Kwon looks up at me with a smile. "Yeah?" He asks, leaning closer. "Yeah," I say, closing the gap. We share soft kisses throughout the night, mostly just staying up and talking, enjoying each other's company as we slowly drift off.
As I lay in bed, staring out the window, I savor the feeling of Kwon's arms around me, his breath warm on my neck as he sleeps. In this moment, I don't care about the tournament, what my team thinks, or what could happen tomorrow, all I care about it the boy wrapped around me, who listened to my friend talk about me and decided that he needed to meet me. The boy who won me a panda and kissed me on the Ferris Wheel.
The cocky little asshole who managed to steal my heart. Little bastard.
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Hello I hope you're doing well.
I swear your Fics get me through the dayâ¤ď¸
I love the way you write about the boys!
I have a (sort of angsty I think) request:
How do you think each of them will handle/what they're gonna do if they aren't exactly the reader's/MC's type? Like, they're not in a relationship with MC yet, and they're in the stage where they're starting to court MC, and then they find out that MC's type is like their exact opposite, and that's where they sort of notice MC doesn't really consider them as a potential partner because of this
Zayne has never really thought that his feelings for you have been reciprocated. Somehow, it slips his mind to think that you could ever like him, especially since he's seen the types of people you had crushes on growing up. He'd never ask you on a date because of this, happy enough to stay your friend. That's why he was so surprised when you asked him on a date, the happiness in his chest dissipating as he began to realise that you simply didn't seem to have it in you to love him as much as he loves you.
His response is simply to break things off. He tells you not to try and force yourself onto him, that if you don't like him you don't have to pretend you do to fulfill some sort of perceived expectation you think he has. He doesn't really let the conversation progress further than that, moving past it. The two of you end up never really being the same, still able to be friends and hang out together but there's always something just bubbling under the surface.
Xavier doesn't realise what's wrong until he sees the way you look at other people. You do your best not to stray while you're sort of with Xavier but you also haven't had a conversation about exclusivity yet, despite the fact that he is wholly devoted to you. He doesn't entertain the idea of breaking things off, not thinking that things were that bad.
You end up breaking things off, telling him that it's really nothing he's done to you. You just didn't know how to feel, struggling to move into more romantic feelings for him. He takes it surprisingly well you think, acting as though things are totally normal. You don't realise that he's become even quieter than usual, not really taking team missions anymore and going out of his way to avoid you. He doesn't know how to cope with his feelings for you and a desire to make you happy, ending up further into avoidance.
Rafayel is devastated. He can tell immediately that you don't really like him, not in the same way you seem to like other people. A part of him wants to delude himself into thinking that maybe it's just a phase, that you'd eventually fall for him the way that literally everybody else seems to. The other part of him is angry, incredibly so. He doesn't like the idea of you messing with his feelings, being cold to you before you can reject him.
The two of you just end up drifting apart. He doesn't return your calls or messages anymore, internally begging for your attention but also being too irrational to consider that maybe if you two talked something could be figured out. He thought that being by your side would be okay as long as he could touch you but your rejection did nothing but make him spiral.
Sylus doesn't take your denial well. You aren't fully aware of it right away, but he's known from the start that you don't really care for him as much as he does you. He doesn't want to do anything about it, seeing if he could slowly encourage you into accepting him in further. He'd do everything he can to try and convince your relationship to progress further but things just seem to remain stagnant.
You'd have to tell him that things just aren't working out. The two of you struggle to maintain a cordial friendship afterwards. That's not to say you can't depend on him - just the fact that it's hard for him to act as comfortable around him as he used to be. He still aims to keep you safe but you lack that camaraderie that the two of you had.
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Drive me home | Simon "Ghost" Riley | 7
fem!reader | In this story, a young woman mistakenly texts Simon "Ghost" Riley, thinking he's her Uber driver after a wild night out. Despite his gruff, reserved nature, Simon shows up. Contains fake screenshots with texts messages and calls!!!! Start reading from the beginning: Part 1
It wasnât hard to talk to Simonâit was just⌠hard. But not in a bad way. It was the kind of hard that made her pause, choose her words, and really think about what she wanted to say. And honestly? That was kind of terrifying.
She had figured out one crucial detail, though: Simon Riley was a really good listener.
Not the kind of listening where someone just nodded along and threw in a polite âoh, really?â No, Simon listened like every word she said mattered. Like he was gathering pieces of her story, stitching them together in that quiet, focused way of his.
His brow would furrow when something didnât quite click for him, and sheâd catch herself explaining things in more detail just to smooth out that little wrinkle between his eyes. Other times, heâd give her a small, almost shy smile, lips pressed tight as though he was holding back. And when he did decide to speakârare as it wasâhis sense of humor was⌠well, awful.
Dry, sarcastic, and so poorly timed that it made her laugh harder than it should have.
But the most important thing? His eyes.
They had never left hers.
It wasnât just polite eye contact. It was deep, unwavering, intentional. Those warm, brown irises seemed to pull her in, like magnets designed to drag her under his surface. Every time she tried to look awayâto collect herself, to focus on something less overwhelmingâsheâd find herself drawn back to him.
And in those moments, the noise of the bar, the clinking of glasses, the hum of conversation⌠all of it faded. It was just her and Simon, his gaze anchoring her to the spot, making her feel seen in a way she hadnât realized she needed.
It wasnât just attraction. It wasnât just curiosity about the man behind the mask. It was something quieter, something deeper.
It was connection.
It had been a long time since sheâd felt like thisâso long, in fact, that she didnât even know how to articulate it to herself.
Was there even a word for it? This warm, jittery, completely maddening sensation in her chest?
She didnât know, but damn, she was into him.
Into every little thing about himâthe way his voice wrapped around words like they were secrets meant only for her ears, the way he moved, so calculated yet effortless, as though every step was planned without trying to be. Even the way he drank his bourbon, the subtle way his lips pressed against the glass.
And that⌠that was terrifying.
Because the truth was, she didnât know much about him. Not really.
God knows sheâd tried. She had peppered him with questions earlierâlittle things about his day, what he liked, if heâd always been this seriousâand he? He was as cold as a stone wall when anything remotely personal came up. It wasnât rude, exactly, just⌠unyielding.
And there was no way in hell sheâd push him. No. That wasnât her. She wouldnât pry, wouldnât force him to share.
But it didnât make it any less frustrating.
Because damn it, she wanted to keep him around.
Not just as the guy who drove me home that one crazy night. She wanted a second date. A third. A fourth. She wantedâŚ
Shit.
She wanted him.
âWhat you thinkinâ so much?â His low, rumbling voice cut through her spiraling thoughts.
âWhatâhuh? Me? Thinking? No, I meanâyes! I think, like, most people do, butââ
âCareful,â he murmured, his eyes sparking with amusement, âmight bite ya tongue.â
The grin tugging at his lips was slight but devastating, sending heat straight to her cheeks.
And just like that, he had her spinning all over again.
She leaned back slightly in her seat, trying to steady the breath she didnât realize sheâd been holding. Her nerves were rattling inside her like a thousand tiny earthquakes, but hell, she wasnât about to let that show. She needed to feel confidentâwanted to feel confidentânot this shy, not this flustered. Not this⌠undone.
"I want a wine," she blurted, scanning the room for a waiter like her life depended on it.
Simon didnât respond immediately, and the silence was deafening. She shifted in her seat, suddenly hyperaware of his stillness. "Everything's fine?" she asked, hesitantly.
His response came low and even, carrying a strange weight. "Not a big fan."
"Of wine?"
"âŚCanât handle it well."
Her lips parted in a silent gasp, her mind racing. Oh. My. God. Was it bad that her immediate thoughtâher absolutely terrible thoughtâwas to see him a little tipsy? Just a little? She could practically feel the wicked urge tugging at her. It was irresponsible. Immature.
And, apparently, irresistible.
"Maybe a cup won't hurt you, Simon," she said, trying to keep her tone light, teasing.
His eyesâthose unrelenting, burning brown eyesâlocked onto hers, and her heart stuttered. He didnât move, didnât shift. Just looked. And in that moment, she was sure of two things:
1: He knew exactly what she was doing. 2: He was going to make her pay for it.
"Hm. Really?"
The words were a challenge, laced with that unmistakable edge of his.
She swallowed, feeling her resolve waver. "âŚWe can share a cup."
"Can we?"
"Yes?"
His head tilted slightly, assessing her like a predator deciding whether the hunt was worth it. Then he leaned back in his seat, the tiniest smirk pulling at his lips.
"Fine."
Fuck.
Her pulse raced, and she could already feel her cheeks burning again. What had she just done?
Simon wasnât an impulsive man. He never let his feelings dictate his actions. Discipline was his armor; control was his weapon.
Until now.
Until her.
Her laugh still echoed faintly in his head, soft and teasing, like it had been etched there. And now thisâthis moment, this glass of wineâwas tipping him over some edge he hadnât realized he was standing on.
What the hell are you thinking, Riley?
The question circled his mind as he took another sip, the rich red liquid burning less than he remembered. Or maybe it was the heat in her gaze that dulled everything else. Her eyes stayed on him, shining like they held secrets he wanted to pry out. And her lipsâsoft, slightly parted, tinted just rightâwere driving him mad.
She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, a small, almost absent-minded gesture, and yet, it had him utterly fixated. Every move she made seemed calculated to undo him, and worse, he wasnât sure if she even knew it.
Fuck, he wanted her.
He wanted her to want him, too.
"What time is it?" she asked, her voice dipping slightly, pulling his attention back to her lips.
"Late," he answered, the word coming out rougher than he intended. He didnât bother looking at his watch; the time didnât matter.
Her eyebrow arched, playful, daring him. "âŚReally, late?"
Sarcasm. Teasing. She was testing him, pulling at the string between them to see how tight it could stretch.
"Really late," he repeated, his voice quieter this time, like it wasnât meant for anyone else but her.
And then it was just⌠there. That thick, invisible tension wrapping around them like a cord, pulling tighter with every shared glance, every stolen breath.
The air felt heavy, charged, like it could ignite if one of them moved an inch closer. Their bodies stayed still, a careful distance apart, but their eyes⌠their eyes refused to let go.
He didnât blink, didnât look away.
Whatâs next?
The question clawed at him, louder than his heartbeat, louder than reason.
His hands twitched, the slightest movement, as if they were ready to reach for her. To break the distance. To shatter the moment.
What do you want from her, Riley?
The thought settled in the pit of his stomach like a weight he wasnât ready to carry.
Where do you want this to go?
The answer was right there, coiled in his chest, hot and undeniable.
Fuckinâ hell.
Simon had never been in this situation before. Well, not exactly this situation. Sure, he'd had his fair share of nights where things spiraled a little too far out of control, but this? Sitting across from her, her lips flushed from the wine, her laughter soft and too sweet, her hands resting on the table like an invitation? This was new.
He wasnât in any condition to drive, and he knew it. The wine had gone straight to his head, his pulse pounding louder than reason. He was good at hiding itâso damn good at keeping his composureâbut not tonight.
She caught it. Of course, she caught it.
His eyes betrayed him, breaking from her face to linger on her hands, tracing the curve of her knuckles as she fidgeted with her glass. They dipped lower, to her shoulders, her neck, the line of her collarbone disappearing beneath the fabric of her dress.
He cleared his throat, trying to reset, but she was staring back now, wide-eyed and flushed, and that damn tension was snapping tighter by the second.
"So⌠how are we getting home, huh?" Her voice wavered, but her smile stayed steady, teasing.
He blinked, his brain working slower than usual. Drive? Right. He wasnât driving. Absolutely not. He wasnât stupid enough to risk that, but⌠he also wasnât ready to let this night end.
He pulled out his phone, fumbling slightly as he swiped at the screen. "Uber," he muttered, voice gravelly.
She laughed, a soft, almost nervous sound. "Oh, a real Uber this time? Not the personal one?"
He glanced up, catching her grin, and something in his chest tightened. "Donât push it," he muttered, but his lips twitched just enough to betray him.
The Uber arrived quickly, and they stumbled out into the cool night air. Simon opened the door for herâalways, alwaysâhis hand brushing her lower back as she climbed in.
She didnât notice, not at first. She was busy pulling out her phone, probably texting Lottie or someone equally amused about the fact she was heading home with him. But thenâŚ
The driverâs voice broke the silence. "So, your address isâŚ?"
Simon leaned forward, his voice steady but quieter now. "Hers."
Her head snapped up, her heart lurching so fast it hurt. "Wait, what?"
He didnât even look at her, just leaned back against the seat, his arms crossed over his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"My house?" Her voice cracked, disbelief flooding her chest.
"You got a problem with tha'?"
Oh, her brain was short-circuiting now. "Iâuh, no, itâs justâŚ" Fucking shit, is he STAYING? Is he STAYING at my place?
Her heart hammered harder, racing into the kind of panic that wasnât fear, but anticipation.
Shit, shit, shit. Did I shave?
Her eyes darted to him again, her cheeks flaming. He looked so calm, but she knew better. She could see the way his hands twitched, the way his gaze dipped to her legs for a fraction too long before darting back to the window.
She felt the warmth rise in her throat, a blend of nerves and something deeper, darker.
And then it hit her.
This wasnât just about him staying. It wasnât about whether she shaved, or whether she had fresh sheets, or if she had leftover takeout in the fridge to awkwardly offer him.
This was about the fact that he chose her.
And hell, if she wasnât ready for it⌠but maybe that was the point.
Her house.
Her rules.
Her Simon.
She bit her lip, her mind spiraling, her pulse racing, and as the Uber sped down the empty streets, she decided⌠whatever happened next, she wasnât holding back.
Her thumbs moved faster than her brain, texting Millie in a frenzy. The Uber wasnât even halfway to her place, and already her head was spinning.
Her breathing quickened as she stared at her phone, waiting for Millieâs reply. A second felt like an eternity.
She glanced at Simon, who was sitting completely still, staring out the window like the world outside held all the answers. His shoulders were so broad, his jaw set, his hands resting on his thighs.
Oh fuck.
Cool? COOL? She wasnât sure she knew what âcoolâ was anymore.
She stared at the screen, Millieâs rare display of actual best-friend-mode sincerity grounding her, if only slightly.
She sucked in a deep breath, clutching the phone like it was a lifeline.
She glanced at Simon again, and her pulse fluttered. He turned his head slightly, catching her in his peripheral. His eyes flicked down to her phone.
âYou alright?â
Oh god. His voice. Deep and low, like he knew she was spiraling.
âY-yeah! Just⌠texting Millie.â
âAbout me?â
Her face burned. âNo!â
A ghost of a smirk tugged at his lips. He didnât press further, but she saw the flicker of amusement in his eyes.
And just like that, her nerves flared again, but this time⌠she kind of liked it.
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stir crazy / aaron hotchner
pairing: aaron hotchner x f!reader
word count: 2k
genre: fluff/angst if you squint
cw: omniscient pov, hotch being vulnerable
âMy agent has been asking me for the manuscript but itâs just not ready yet. And Iâve still got my day job that keeps me busy enough,â Itâs a quiet day at the BAU. No urgent cases or serial killers, just a few feet worth of case files. Leaning against Reidâs desk, Rossi, Emily and boy genius himself have been talking about the next big David Rossi book.
âOh câmon, I see you typing away in your office and writing in that little notebook of yoursâ which I know is for your drafts by the way,â Emily teases. Rossi shrugs it off with a soft smirk and looks to the boy genius who has been uncharacteristically quiet for the past few minutes.Â
âNothing to say, kid?â lowering his head to catch the young manâs preoccupied eye but Reidâs sight is incredibly glued far away.Â
It took Reid a good 6 seconds to realize heâs kid before he shakes himself out of the trance and answers, âWell, considering the hours heâs spent typing on his personal laptop as opposed to the office computer and adding the minutes he allots on the jet to jot down on his writing notebookâ assuming heâs writing in a similar format to his previous booksâ Iâd sayâŚ.youâre actually well into the third chapter of your manuscript.âÂ
Still with his eyes trained on whatever caught his attention in the first place, Reid unsurprisingly impresses Rossi again because he is indeed a little over halfway into the third chapter.
But Rossi and Emily instantly become interested with what or who Reid has been staring at for the past minute, noticing that even when going off on his boy-genius tangent, his stare had been focused somewhere else.Â
Reid jumps in his seat a little as the two level their heads on either side of his to see where his gaze has been glued. He had been so focused on figuring out the worrying sight and what caused it that he hadnât noticed how much of him wasnât aware of his surroundings.Â
To their surprise, theyâre met with a seemingly everyday sight: Hotch, in the pantry, stirring his coffee. And by everyday, they mean that to any passerby theyâd think this is incredibly normal. Nothing at all out of place or out of character.Â
But to the trained eye- to profilers who also spend almost everyday with the man, they slowly see what Reid must have seen.Â
Hotch is stirring his coffee. But he doesnât even put sugar or creamer in his always black coffee.Â
Heâs doing it absentmindedly. Literally looking lost in his head. Hotch is a busy guy, a busy boss guy, with millions of things to think about, but Hotch is never absent. His movements are always purposeful, precise, and calculated. Never lacking and never excess.Â
Hotch has his head tilted down and to the side. Like a perpetually confused puppy. One of the things that make Hotch Hotch is his posture. His rigid, firm posture. Back always so straight, hands always clenched, jaw always tightâ Hotch is never just there, his presence alone is commanding.Â
And worst of all, Hotchâs hair is neat. Too neat. Okay, Hotchâs habit of being neat -with his pressed suits and shined shoes no matter where he is- naturally extends to how he styles his hair. Over the years, heâs learned to gel it out of his face for both convenience and aesthetic. But this neat- this neat looks a little too flat and ruffled at the same time. Like heâs run his hand through it a hundred times in a matter of minutes.Â
So Rossi and Emily finally understand. The two share a look of understanding, while Reid looks up at them with curiosity and a little worry.Â
âDo you guys think heâs.. okay?â Reid asks quietly with a little grimace. He looks between the two, trying to figure out what theyâre thinking, âI mean it has been exactly 12 minutes that heâs been stirring nothing into his coffee.âÂ
â12?!â If Emily had any sort of drink in her mouth, she surely would have spat it out all over Reidâfor which he is silently thankful she doesnât because as much as he adores Emily, heâs just not mentally prepared for⌠well that.Â
Finally, thereâs movement in the pantry. Unaware of his colleagues now watching his every move, Hotch wakes up from the trance he was trapped in and quickly retreats back into his office with his now-cold cup of coffee.Â
Knowing that Rossiâs the only one to easily get through to Hotch, Emily and Reid turn to look at him, wordlessly nudging him to check on the poor man who spent 12 minutes stirring his painfully plain black coffee.Â
Raising both his hands as he stands from where he was leaning, Rossi surrenders âAlright alright! But I am not telling you rascals what he tells me in confidence.â pointing at the doe-eyed pair.Â
Rossi lets the possibilities run through his head as he walks up the stairs to Aaronâs office. Maybe Jackâs having trouble with that one kid againâ whatâs his name? Or maybe Jackâs having trouble with Mothersâ Day coming up. Thatâs never been easy. But the stirring and staring into space and the hair? What could possiblyâ Knock knock.Â
Rossi doesnât even wait to hear Aaronâs voice. He pushes the door open to be greeted with the sight of Aaron finally looking a little more him: writing on his desk knee-deep in case files.Â
Aaron looks up for a second and continues writing reports, âWhat can I help you with, Dave?â Putting extra pressure on penning that last period before closing the case file and grabbing another to open.Â
Dave stays quiet for a bit and takes in the sight. Looks fine to me. But his silence halts Aaronâs writing and he looks up to Dave whoâs just studying him by the door.Â
âYou know you can sit right?â Aaron stoically jokes.Â
And a joke?! Dave finally cracks and sits down to say, âBoy genius just watched you stir your coffee for 12 minutes which we all know is black. Your hairâs messy and too fixed at the same time, you were standing in the pantry just minutes ago glaring into nothing. And you were slouching with your head tilted to the side.âÂ
âHonestly whatever it is, itâs none of my business but you just scared two members of your team and I think this may be the seed of doubt in your leadership skills because youâre finally not a robot.â It was obvious that Dave was trying to play it cool, masking concern with humor and sarcasm.Â
But Aaron is a painfully private guy. Heâd think it over for days before he decides to open up or seek advice from a close friend. Only he has thought about it for days and not saying anythingâs been driving him insane he genuinely feels like he could implode at any second.Â
Aaron takes one big breath and through clenched teeth he grumbles out, âItâs a she.â Finally staring Dave straight in the eyes, he clarifies, âthe it in whatever it is is a she.âÂ
Realization and more worry hits Dave at the same time which Aaron clearly sees on his face. But Rossi quickly recovers and gives Aaron a soft, comforting smile, âWell whatâs so bad about your she thatâs got you so shaken up?âÂ
In Daveâs head, heâs already preparing responses for the worst:Â
She doesnât approve of my job. Well she can suck it. This is who you are.Â
Jack doesnât like her. Aaron, the one thing I like about kids is that they give it to you straight. I think you should take that as a sign
Sheâs not comfortable with the age gap. Sheâs way older. Sheâs way younger. Iâm scarred in more ways than one. Iâm not sure I still know how toâÂ
Aaron could see the increasing concern in Daveâs face, âI justââ he started.Â
Daveâs thoughts were cut short by Aaronâs voice, thankfully because his mind was starting to reach the point of no return. Anticipating Aaronâs explanation, he leaned forward in his seat trying to read Aaronâs expression.Â
âA few months ago, Iâd stay here. After a case, when I know my sonâs fast asleep and Jessicaâs with him- Iâd stay here.â Dave kept quiet, intently listening and trying to piece together where this could possibly go.Â
âI would choose to stay here and finish reports, make a dent in the never-ending pile of case files because when Iâm focused on helping others, I donât have time to think of how alone I am.â
Before Dave could try and quell this âaloneâ sentiment, Aaron quickly follows it up âI love my son. And heâs always been more than enough. And I have the team but⌠you guys have people to come home to. Arms to fall into at the end of a grueling day.âÂ
âFor the longest time, since Haley.. I havenât allowed myself to feel. To want. And if Iâve just been honest then itâd be known, I want to be loved. All that I carry, I drop all of it at the door and then thereâs just this exhaustion that hits me. And all I want is for someone to hold me.âÂ
Dave takes all of this in, feeling an immense amount of love and sadness for his friend who deserves nothing but happiness but hasnât for the longest time allowed himself the one thing that can give him that.Â
âI know you think that getting into a relationship makes you a bad father, splitting the only time you have left with someone else instead of your son. But the truth is Aaron, Jackâs growing up. He has his sleepovers, camps, and football now. Soon heâll leave for parties and college, and as much as he adores you heâll have his own family.â
âI know. And then Iâll be alone.â Aaronâs voice starts to sound rough. Like this factâs caught in his throat and he canât speak. Dave studies Aaron and considers all the things he knows are holding Aaron back.
âSo give it a shot.â Dave insists. âDonât make a big deal out of it. Just set a date, and show up.âÂ
Aaron looks at Dave pointedly, âYou make it sound easyââ âYou make it sound hard.âÂ
Aaron appears to recover. He smoothes a hand over his tie and straightens his back yet again. In an instant, heâs back to looking stoic and stern with brows furrowed and eyes glaring.
Heâs not used to being vulnerable, even in the privacy of his own office. Feeling like an open book for others to read makes goosebumps trail up his spine- in a bad way. Dave quickly reads this and decides to lighten the mood.Â
âSoâŚ. when will we meet her?â Dave asks smugly.Â
âFunny.â
âI understand.. your concerns. But I donât think youâd be so worried about it if you werenât already serious about her. So, whatâs really going on with her?âÂ
Aaron thought he could get away without revealing much about her. Heâs uncomfortable enough talking about himself, and all the more protective he is when it comes to you. Especially as someone who wants to keep your little world away from the harshness of everything elseâ
He sighs. He knows Dave is relentless and as payback for his concern, he decides he has to give Dave something.Â
âI donât know. Really. I donâtâ I told you one day Iâm tiring myself out so I donât have to come home and process my empty bed as empty..â
âNow Iâm tiptoeing in my own kitchen so as to not disturb this crazy singing person washing my dishes while my kid wipes the plates. And I watch them for god knows how long, instead of going up to my office to attend to case files whose deadlines are a bit too close for my liking.âÂ
âI donât know,â Aaron shrugs. A soft, weak smile grows on his lips at the memory of you.
Dave stands from the seat, a knowing smirk on his face, âHmm.â Teasing Aaron as he walks to the door and grabs the handle.Â
âI think youâll be just fine, Aaron. Just fine.âÂ
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â THANK YOU FOR 500!! ily guys thank you for your support, i appreciate every single one of you truly 𼚠this is pretty simple, just fluff and domesticity. barely proofread because i'm me :p also feedback (on all my works) is appreciated so please feel free
ę˘žęŁ everyone knew that patrick and art were best friends, they were always together. tennis matches, classes, parties, you name it. it was nearly impossible for them to be apart for longer than an hour.
ę˘žęŁ but nobody knew they were together together. behind closed doors, hands were all over each other and lips locked. soft 'i love you's' whispered into each other's ears.
ę˘žęŁ patrick didn't care about people knowing but his partner did, it was something art wasn't ready for and he respected that.
ę˘žęŁ when patrick left for tour, art had a hard time adjusting. he didn't really have any friends aside from his boyfriend and tashi, who was always busy with tennis.
ę˘žęŁ so patrick encouraged him to join extracurriculars aside from the tennis team, convincing him that it would help broaden his network and all that stuff.
ę˘žęŁ that's how art ended up at your baking club, he didn't know how to bake but it was either this or the robotics club. you assured him that that's okay, he's here to learn anyways.
ę˘žęŁ it was you, him and a few more people that would meet up atleast twice a month at the assigned members' house. not his, seeing as he lived in the dorms.
ę˘žęŁ you were patient with him which he appreciated, you didn't make him feel dumb for struggling to follow even the simplest instructions neither did you make him feel out of place for being a man learning how to bake. (it was the 2000s, ok)
ę˘žęŁ one night, he dreamt about you in a way that made his heart race until he woke up. he was in a mood for the entire day after that, feeling so guilty because you were his friend and well, he has a boyfriend.
ę˘žęŁ he talked to patrick about it, not wanting to keep anything from him but he was surprised to hear his boyfriend be so casual about it. "it's fine, it was just a dream, it'll pass. plus you're allowed to find other people attractive."
ę˘žęŁ and art hoped it would pass, until it had been two months since and all it did was grew. into a real, stupid crush on you. he couldn't help the way his cheeks grew red or the way his heart skipped a beat whenever you would come near him during your club meetings.
ę˘žęŁ when patrick came back from tour, art couldn't stop himself from tearing up out of guilt. clutching the latter's shirt tightly and furiously apologizing for feeling this way.
ę˘žęŁ that's when they opened up the conversation about the possibility of art being polyamorous.
ę˘žęŁ the next club meeting, which was held at yours again, art brought patrick with him. and when patrick saw you, he understood almost immediately why art was so into you.
ę˘žęŁ despite your disheveled hair, dirty apron and streaks of flour on your cheek, you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. even surpassing his previous crush on tashi duncan.
ę˘žęŁ when art saw his reaction, he felt a burn in his chest. not out of jealousy but rather at the idea of extending their love to you, if you accepted.
ę˘žęŁ you and art decided to bake a cake together while patrick spectated, he's not to be trusted in the kitchen (they learned that the hard way)
ę˘žęŁ art stood on your right while patrick on the other, you were in the middle of them whisking the cake mix.
ę˘žęŁ patrick dipped a finger into the mixture before placing it into his mouth, causing art to softly glare at him for his lack of manners but the look was disregarded.
ę˘žęŁ "so... has my boyfriend been a good club member?"
ę˘žęŁ you couldn't help the way your breath hitched, glancing between the two of them with wide eyes. "boyfriend?"
ę˘žęŁ "aw, you don't talk about me, artie?"
ę˘žęŁ you stood there silently as embarrassment creeped all over your body. you had this idea that maybe art was single and into you, but now his boyfriend was right there, telling you all about their relationship.
ę˘žęŁ patrick immediately clocked your reaction, grinning down at you. "you like him, don't you?"
ę˘žęŁ you swear you nearly died from choking on your own saliva.
ę˘žęŁ "don't worry, sweetheart. he likes you too, a lot"
ę˘žęŁ things escalated quite quickly from then on, the three of you spending most days together at your house or on the tennis court, art walking you to your classes almost everyday and going out whenever patrick is home from tour.
ę˘žęŁ art slept over a lot at yours, his arm tucked under your head and the other draping around your waist while your laptop was on your bedside table, camera on and patrick sleeping on the screen.
ę˘žęŁ it was a little hard to navigate because you made sure to tread carefully as to not leave anyone out but for the most part, it was comfortable and sweet.
ę˘žęŁ patrick was loud and outgoing, art was more introverted and gentle while you were the one that kept the balance between their somehow similar yet contrasting personalities.
ę˘žęŁ you kept patrick in line and helped art learn how to put himself first.
ę˘žęŁ everyone thought that you were dating only one of them, which was fair seeing as how they saw you the most with art
ę˘žęŁ you didn't mind, although it was a little disheartening because you wanted people to know that patrick was your boyfriend too.
ę˘žęŁ and because no one knew patrick was in a relationship, he had a lot of people coming up to him and asking him out.
ę˘žęŁ art had enough one day when the two of you overheard a group of friends objectifying talking about patrick.
ę˘žęŁ when patrick walked up to the two of you before his game, their conversation only got more loud and obnoxious in hopes to catch his attention and art couldn't stop himself from pulling the brunette in for a very passionate kiss. "you're cute when you're jealous, donaldson"
ę˘žęŁ patrick played the entire game with a smirk on his face while art had his head nuzzled into your neck in embarrassment, "why did i do that?"
ę˘žęŁ after graduating university, art joined patrick in going pro, often travelling together.
ę˘žęŁ you opened a small baking business that you would often operate inside your shared apartment until you've saved up enough to rent a place for a small bakery.
ę˘žęŁ when the two boys are home, art, being the sweet boy he is, would help you with orders while patrick is in charge of choosing a movie and what to get for takeout.
ę˘žęŁ although patrick gets bored pretty easily especially when you two were taking long in the kitchen, he'd sneak in and try to distract the two of you. snaking his arms around your waist and trail kisses down from your jaw to your neck.
ę˘žęŁ of course he doesn't want art to feel left out so he'd remove one arm around your waist to reach over and squeeze art's behind, earning him a handful of flour thrown onto his pretty face.
ę˘žęŁ it's a little unconventional sure, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
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