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11/03/24; 06:20pm
sylus x fem.reader
love and deepspace - spy au | canon divergent | inspired by the kingsman movie series
warnings: unedited; 18+ content; potentially ooc; alcohol use; death of a family member; angst to fluff / smut; sylus is referred to skye in this story / au.
[ minors donât interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]
alternate title: the spy who loved me.
sylus qin-
a name that was synonymous with fear among the underground world.
much of his background was left a mystery, but that didn't stop people from trying to fill in the missing details with their own rumors-
like how he wasn't human due to the destructive evol he carried; that he had struck a deal with the devil himself to obtain such an ability.
or how his movements were as quick and silent as that of shadows, and that sylus had millions of eyes around the world due to his connection to the crows-
yet there was one fact that remained true regardless of what the rumors said, and it was how that man was a vital part of onychinus, a hidden sect made up of skilled assassins and spies that only a select few of people even knew about-
which included your father, the current head of your family's mafia.
he paces around his office, trailing his eyes over his mahogany desk before landing on a picture of you, his sole daughter. his gaze was solemn when he picks up the picture frame, carefully tracing at your smiling features as you were being held within your mother's embrace.
you had turned 24, celebrating your birthday with your mother as you wore the bracelet she had given you that day as a gift. looking at this picture causes the man's heart to clench almost painfully within his chest.
his wife was still so vibrant; how could he have possibly known that her life would end just a mere few weeks later? a bullet had pierced through her heart, his men unable to shield her when a rival faction had targeted her. and upon realizing that your mother had died-
you had changed drastically.
no longer were you the starry-eyed girl who clung to her parents, basking in their unconditional love for you. now, you became someone that had little regard for her own life-
you drank copious amounts of alcohol, going out to bars every single night with every intention to get blacked out drunk. the pain of losing your mother took its toll on you, and truly, your father understood where this behavior was coming from. the loss of your mother was enough to push you over the edge.
despite his best efforts of trying to soothe your broken soul through various means (buying you a new car, filling your room with all of the things you loved)-
it didn't work.
and if he couldn't stop you soon, then he would lose you, too.
he no longer trusted his men to truly keep you safe during this dire time in your life-
which was why he resorted to hiring the devil himself to be your shield.
{ ... }
when sylus was told he had a new client by luke and kieran, he was barely interested and simply waved off their excitement.
however, once the twins showed him the down payment the man, mr. zero, had given him-
he was all too willing to meet with the man to see what his next job would be like. using one of the many bars he had owned as a meeting spot, sylus had sent his client a text detailing the time and place with a thinly veiled warning of what would happen if he was ever late.
adjusting his suit, sylus brushes back his hair while entering the club, crimson eyes scanning the area before heading towards one of the private rooms. the bouncer greets him before opening the door, revealing a middle aged man seated in front of him.
the door was heard shutting from behind him, and sylus takes a brief moment to finally assess zero's features. as the onychinus leader stared at him, he noticed how the man appeared much older than he probably was. a weary expression was seen on his face, and even when he was smiling at him, it was filled with a bitterness.
"i hope that my payment was enough to get your attention, mr. qin." sylus hums, going towards the bar to pour him and mr. zero a shot of whiskey. "you could say that... after all, there's not many people who would give me a down payment of 50 million."
after pouring the drinks, sylus hands zero a glass before sitting across from him. he takes casual sips of the amber liquid, allowing the smoky flavor to burn down his throat as he waited for the older man to speak. zero runs a hand across his hair, tilting the glass up to his lips as he downed the shot of whiskey within seconds. as he slams down the glass, zero pulls out a photograph before sliding it across the table.
setting his drink to the side, sylus takes a moment to admire the picture, seeing a young woman smiling with what he assumed was her mother.
"that's my daughter and her mother... my wife- she was killed a year ago, and i have never been able to forgive myself for being unable to protect my wife." sylus frowns at the image, detecting the way zero's voice broke down. "my daughter still grieves the loss of her mother, and i'm afraid that she'll go down a path that not even i can save her from."
"please, i beg of you, mr. qin. i need you to protect my daughter by whatever means is necessary. if you do this for me, with each month that she remains safe- at least until i can finally bring my wife's murderer to justice, i swear to you, i'll give you 10 million."
sylus's eyes darken with amusement, tilting up his own glass of whiskey as he downs the shot in one gulp. letting out a satisfied sigh, sylus sits back against the couch while spinning the glass around his pointer finger, "10 million per month... and if my services were to last an entire year-"
"money is not an issue when it comes to protecting the ones that i love." zero's gaze was filled with a determination, making sylus break out into an almost shit-eating grin.
perhaps the best clients were the doting fathers who would give anything for their daughters.
{ ... }
your dad had put you on lockdown again.
but were you going to let that stop you?
hell no.
surrounding the borders of your room were dozens of men that worked for your father. not only had they put an external lock on your bedroom door, but a tracker on your phone as well.
deep down, you knew the true reasoning as to why your father kept you in such a luxurious cage-
but you refused to acknowledge it.
feeling your heart begin to clench with pain, you look away from your door and allowed your gaze to land on the shimmering gold settled on your right wrist. as you take in the various charms and the way the gemstones glittered below your bedroom light, a memory of a loving smile was brought to the forefront of your mind-
a loving smile you would never see again.
panic was felt rising against your throat, the raw pain of it all threatening to spill out of you as bitter and harsh as bile. your heart continues to pound, filling you with a desperation as you quickly headed toward your window.
fueled by your own grief, you push open the window and breathe in the cold air, allowing the rush of adrenaline to course through you. your eyes look at the distance between the edge of your window and the ground below. knowing that this was the only way for you to get out of your stifling prison, you began to climb out of your window sill, trying to hang on to the best of your abilities as you decided when the best time to jump was.
as you focused your attention on the pristine grass that was settled below you, the sounds of a motorcycle passing by makes your heart jump within the confines of your throat. your eyes become quickly blinded by the searing light, making you lose your grip on the windowsill.
your body make its quick descent to the ground, and you clenched your eyes shut, preparing yourself for the painful impact-
yet the impact never comes, with your ears managing to pick up the sounds of something shift within the air. your eyes become wide, seeing a tall man with silver hair appear in front of you as he captures you in his arms.
time seemed to stand still, with the perfect stranger shielding you as he landed on the ground with an audible grunt. he ends up taking the brunt of the fall while keeping you safely tucked away with his embrace. blood was felt rushing to your ears, making you feel dizzy as you steadied yourself by placing the palm of your hand against his chest.
you found yourself straddling this man's waist, lips parted as you drank in the sight of him. never before had you seen such a pure, masculine beauty quite like him, with full lips and ruby red eyes that could make your heart melt-
and judging from the sheer girth of his arms wrapped around you, the strength of his body was evident to you as well.
he smirks at you, and you wince when he places the pad of his thumb against your lips, "what's this? has a princess just escaped from her castle?"
your mouth goes dry upon hearing his voice, and had you been given more time, you would have basked in his voice-
however, sudden cries of your name was what succeeds in breaking you out of your reveries. with a gasp, you cling to this hot stranger and look at him with pleading eyes.
"please, you've got to get me away from here, i beg of you."
he shoots up an eyebrow at you, but thankfully does not ask questions. taking you in his arms, he takes quick strides toward the single motorbike settled on the street. you take in the sight of the sleek vehicle, eyebrows furrowed when you saw two helmets settle on the seat.
but you were given little time to think about it, feeling your bare feet land against the concrete as he relinquishes his hold on you. tossing you the other helmet, he gestures at you to get behind him, "if it's a getaway you want, it's a getaway you're going to get, sweetie."
calls of your name were getting louder now, which prompted you to get on the back of his bike while donning the helmet. as he revved up his bike, you made sure to flash your middle finger at your father's men all while clinging to the front of your savior's chest.
{ ... }
sylus wasn't expecting you to be so damn alluring up close. as he felt the way your body was pressed against his back, a strange warm begins to surround him, the sensation being enough to make his heart begin to race steadily from within his chest. when sylus made his escape from your home, the change in your demeanor was immediate.
the sounds of your melodious laughter echoes from behind him, and he sees the way your hair whips from behind you. reaching a stoplight, he brakes in time, balancing his bike while taking a moment to look back at you-
which ends up being the biggest mistake he could make.
he feels the way your head rests against his broad back, noticing the almost wistful expression in your eyes. ignoring the way his heart began to pound, sylus focuses on the traffic light. deciding to hide his emotions behind a snarky remark, he begins to speak, "it's not normal for spoiled princesses like you to get on a bike with a stranger."
sylus swore he could hear your pout, "i'm not a princess... i'm just... i just want to forget."
he hears the way your voice breaks and frowns, ready to say something, but stops when the light turns green. shaking his head, sylus chooses to forget about your pain, recalling the reason why he was put in this situation to begin with.
strengthening his resolve, sylus picks up speed and weaves expertly across the city, the sound of your laughter no longer echoing from behind him.
{ ... }
your savior ends up taking you to the top floor of a high-rise apartment. carrying the two helmets within his hand, you watch as he extracts a sleek black key card from his pocket, opening the door for you to step in first.
"after you, princess."
"i have a name." you fold your arms across your chest, telling the man the syllables that make up your name. amusement was heard in his voice, and you forced yourself to remain calm when his rich voice repeated your name.
"i like that name, it suits a feisty woman like you. as for me, you may call me skye."
as you step into his apartment, you take in the the luxurious furniture, recognizing the brands while your hands traced at the onyx figurines of crows settled on the table. you look back at the man and scoff, "skye? i'm sorry, but that name does not suit you at all."
you look away from him, becoming interested in the cabinet that was filled with expensive bottles of liquor, completely missing the offended look on skye's face. you step closer to the cabinet, pulling the glass door open before gripping at a bottle of cognac.
before you could twist the cap open, sylus stops you by placing a hand around your wrist. a stern expression was settled on his face, "and what do you think you're doing?"
"i'm trying to forget." a flash of emotion was seen in his gaze, yet just as it appears, it was gone within mere seconds. even when you attempted to remove your hand from his grip, skye doesn't relent, managing to take the bottle of cognac away from you.
"whatever you're trying to forget, i'm sure using liquor isn't the answer."
skye places the bottle back into the cabinet, slamming it shut before taking your hand. as he grips at your wrist, you caught sight of your bracelet shimmering against your skin-
making your throat close up in response.
caught up in your painful reveries, you were dimly aware of how skye places you on a seat, settling you in front of a dining table. your eyes never once looked away from the bracelet your mother had given you-
the last gift you would ever receive from her.
you think back to your last day with her-
and the need to reach out and get a bottle to help with drowning your emotions quickly resurfaces, with you ready to bolt towards the cabinet when the sound of glass being slammed in front of you snaps you out of it.
skye was settled in front of you, a frown painting his devastating features when he slides the glass of ice water toward you. "drink this instead, you need it."
unable to find it in yourself to go against him, you take the glass and place it to your lips, draining it within a few gulps. skye watches you intently, noticing the few droplets that fell from your mouth before descending toward your throat, making his eyes darken in response to the sight.
letting out a weary sigh, you place the glass back down on the table, not meeting skye's gaze. listening as he gently inhaled, skye tentatively asks you, "this is none of my business, but i need to know... just what are you trying so hard to forget?"
you don't answer him for several seconds, clenching your eyes shut as you allowed your hands to form into fists against the table. no matter how much time had passed, this was something you would never get over-
"i lost my mom... she was killed..."
you keep your eyes shut, just basking in your memories as you told skye everything. it was strange, but something about skye made you want to open up to him-
that even though you knew it was crazy to feel such a thing for a man you
"to keep it simple, my father... he's a... he's a really powerful man. he comes from a long line- from old money, essentially. when he was younger, he fell in love with my mom, who happened to be a normal civilian."
you take a moment to gather your emotions, taking in a deep breath as your hands began to tremble. just when you felt like you were close to losing it, skye places a hand over yours, engulfing it in a warmth that soothed your anxieties.
opening your eyes, you gasp upon seeing how close skye was to you. his rufescent eyes appeared... softer, somehow. you felt the way his hands gently frame at your face as the pad of his thumb traced at your bottom lip.
"and you were born out of love." skye's voice was solemn, with his expression void of its playfulness. yet his words succeeds in making your throat clench even further in response. you were left dumbfounded, watching as sylus slowly inched closer to you, with his lips a mere few inches away from your own-
why did it feel like he knew?
his breath warms at your lips, and just as you were about to close your eyes to meet with him-
a sudden knock at the door makes you jump away from him.
skye clicks his tongue, shaking his head as he stands from his seat to answer the door. you were about to ask who it was, but stopped when you smelled the familiar scent of your favorite takeout. with the bag in hand, skye returns to you, placing the food in front of you. as you looked at all the containers, you said out loud, "all of these are my favorites..."
you catch the momentary stiffness in skye's composure before he visibly relaxes. "sweetie, you are mistaken, since such a meal can be anyone's favorite."
the strangeness of it all was starting to get to you-
but when skye opens up a container and offers it to you, you allow the lingering scent to wrap around you, awakening in you a hunger that you hadn't felt in a long time. taking a hold of your utensils, you began to dig into your favorite food-
with the lingering doubts still settled at the back of your mind.
{ ... }
being around you proved to be a much more challenging feat than sylus could have ever anticipated.
before he got to know you, sylus had every intention of whisking you away after your failed escaping attempt, keeping you within his penthouse for 12 months with the goal of collecting the 120 million from your father-
but now that he was forced to be in your presence-
forced to see the vulnerability in your eyes along with the pain that came from missing your mother-
he felt something change.
why did it suddenly feel like the money didn't matter to him anymore?
why did the sight of your smile cause his heart to do somersaults within his chest?
why did it feel like his mission was to truly protect you without any conditions?
sylus quickly erases those thoughts from his mind the moment his phone rings. looking down at the screen, he notices the caller's name and visibly stiffens.
it was your father, the man who chose his alias to be zero.
was it already time for his monthly report?
closing his eyes, he answers the call while ignoring the feeling of guilt that threatens to take root inside of him.
{ ... }
your relationship with skye was... odd, to say the least.
despite how serendipitous your meeting with him felt (like he was in the right place at the right time the night of your desperate escape), you couldn't deny that a part of you felt safe with him.
perhaps the loss of your mother made you lose a bit of your rationality. losing her felt like you were left with a gaping hole deep inside of your chest-
a hole that you wanted to be filled by skye.
it was maddening, trying to sift through your emotions when it came to skye. you had been staying with him for close to 6 months now, yet the way he payed so much attention to you (seeming to care for you while buying the things you needed, never once complaining about your presence) coupled along with his lingering kindness-
it was enough for him to weasel his way into your heart-
yet at the same time, you knew that he was acting suspicious. there was something that skye was hiding from you, which did nothing but further complicate the feelings you had for him.
despite how strange everything felt, one fact remained undeniable-
and it was the fact that his presence was enough to pacify the shattering pain of your mother's death, with you practically clinging to him as the days went by. with his snarky and haughty attitude, you felt incredibly safe when he was close to you-
even now, you found yourself yearning for his presence, even though he was settled a mere few feet away from you. your hands itched with the need to grab on to his hand and ruffle his hair each time he teased you-
so caught up in your thoughts, you end up unconsciously walking toward his room, noticing how it remained slightly open. his deep voice was heard speaking in hushed tones into his cellphone, and as you neared the room, you heard a familiar sound coming from skye's phone-
"i don't want the money anymore, i'll send every last penny back, just please-" skye harshly speaks into his phone, making your heart turn to ice when you recognized the booming voice on the other line-
it was the sound of your father's voice.
"how do you know my father?" skye immediately faces you, dropping his phone in the progress. the man visibly pales, swallowing thickly as he shakily called out your name.
"i-it's not what you think, please believe me, it's not what you think it is-"
"you...you lied to me? you had b-been working for my father this whole time?" angry tears cascades down your face, and when skye visibly winces, looking away from you while letting out a string of curses-
that was all the evidence that you needed.
you turn away from him, running out of his room as the tears marred your vision. reaching the front door, you pull it open with a brute force that nearly rips it from its hinges. knowing that he would catch you if you tried to use the elevators, you hurriedly take the stairs, making your desperate descent while choking back your sobs.
everything made sense now-
like how strange it was that skye had another helmet for you-
or how he knew your favorite takeout-
and the way he seemed to read your mind these past couple of months-
it was all because of your father.
everything had been meticulously planned by him-
and you were stupid enough to fall for it.
gasping for air, you manage to escape out of the apartment building, the tears streaming even faster down your cheek as you staggered into the street, breaking out into a run while praying that skye wouldn't find you.
your mind was in a deep haze, exhaustion tingeing your every step when a low whistle was heard.
"i knew you'd run out of onychinus's cage eventually."
your movements ceased when you felt the barrel of the gun become pressed against your head, an icy sensation now felt coursing through your veins. your throat turns dry, and you caught sight of a tattooed man sneering at you, cocking his gun once more before pressing it against your temple.
"you're comin' with me, princess." he smirks at you, continuing to press the gun even closer to your head, "as much as i'd like to shoot your pretty little brains out like i did with your mama, i'm sure your daddy's willing to pay a hefty price just to have you back. once i get the money, then i'll kill him before claiming victory-" he was suddenly cut off when a crow manages to slam the gun out of his hands, its beady eyes never once straying from the man as it let out a harsh caw!
"what the fuck-"
the man was unable to finish his sentence when darkness surrounds the entirety of his body, wrapping around his form like deadly tendrils-
"close your eyes, princess."
recognizing skye's voice, you immediately turn away from him and clench your eyes shut, hearing a piercing scream before the wet sounds of something imploding in on itself echoes throughout the area. you fell down to your knees, only to be caught by a powerful pair of arms.
you were openly sobbing now, clinging to the front of his shirt, "s-skye... w-what...why-"
skye cuts you off, swallowing your words with a searing kiss when he crashes his lips against yours. you moan at the sudden sensation, tightening your grip on him as he pulls you into his broad chest, shielding you from the gruesome sight that was settled a mere few inches away from you.
"not here," he purposely crushes your face within his chest, blocking your vision when he picks you up. your tears were still falling, yet you felt the strange sensation of your body being pulled, with the air seeming to crackle with static in response for a brief moment-
before landing back within the quiet safety of skye's living room.
with your face still hidden within his chest, you felt the way skye began to tremble, pulling away from you. he shakily frames at your face, using the pad of his thumb to trace at your bottom lip before telling you, "fuck, i thought i lost you-"
as if remembering the moment, skye takes you back into his arms, pressing another kiss against your lips, filled with an even greater desperation than the last one.
not daring to break apart his connection to you, he takes you to his bedroom, kicking down the door before falling into his bed with him. your hands grip at the silken sheets, letting out a moan when skye dips a hand into the waistband of your pants.
"it may have started out as a lie, but my feelings for you are true." you feel the way he dips a finger into your folds, collecting your arousal as you tossed your head back in response. his breathing becomes labored when he inserts his middle fingers inside of you, thrusting the single digit in and out of your core before huskily admitting to you, "my true name... is sylus qin... and your father hired me to protect you."
a part of you felt angry and annoyed, but feeling the way skye sylus was moving his thick finger in and out of your slick heat was making your mind go hazy. instead of using your words, you allow your nails to grip at his biceps before raking down his skin, earning a hiss from him.
"fuck, kitten, that hurt- but how about you punish me more and give my back those same claw marks?"
you hated how the sight of his smirk was enough to make your legs clench in response for him, feeling sylus remove his finger from your slick heat momentarily, now gripping at the waistband of his pants as unbuckled himself-
his crimson gaze was eclipsed by complete darkness now, his desire and need for you evident in the way he tore off his clothes, ensuring that he was utterly bare for you. your traitorous heart ends up racing in response to his nakedness, and you felt a powerful ache settle between your legs at the sight of sylus's godly form. recognizing the lust in your eyes causes him to smirk as he places his large hands against your clothes, now working on tearing off your own clothes until you were utterly bare for him.
hungry eyes raked through your form, and you watch as sylus licked his lips before laying back down against the bed. he spreads your legs wide open for him, giving your inner thighs a kiss before whispering against your skin, "let me show you the true depths of my devotion to you... let me make it up to you."
"sylus-"
you had only said his true name out loud, but it was enough to make sylus surge forward, burying his face within your slick walls. the sensation of his tongue drinking up the evidence of your honeyed arousal makes you fall back in bed, hands gripping at his soft hair. instinctively, you spread your legs wider for him, allowing sylus to take you to heaven when he kept devouring you like he was a man starved.
never had you felt such potent sensations of pleasure before, with sylus expertly eliciting moans and gasps of his name, allowing it to fall from your parted lips like a never-ending mantra. as he continued his ministrations on you, the more you felt a coil seem to tighten within your abdomen. "o-oh my god, s-sylus!"
you gasp when your back arches against the bed, with sylus keeping your hips still as you spilled yourself into his hot mouth. with a grunt of your name, sylus drinks in everything you had to offer. red hot pleasure courses through you, making you cry out to him as you tightened your grip against his hair.
"ngh... fuck... you taste s'fucking sweet." sylus manages to release his hair from your hands, crawling toward you as he spread your legs wide for him to settle between. drunk off of the sheer taste of you, sylus presses his lips against yours, purposely deepening the kiss, allowing you to taste yourself with his kiss alone.
distracting you with his kiss, you managed to remain relaxed for him when sylus suddenly pushes his cock into your entrance, the sudden intrusion making you toss your head back as you cling to sylus. a string of curses was heard coming from the man settled above you. when you felt your walls taking in every inch you had to offer (completely sheathing him), you lost all train of thought, allowing the man to piston his hips in and out of you.
"fuck...!" sylus grips at your hips, keeping it still as he begins to thrust his cock in and out of your slick walls at a breakneck pace. the squelching sounds of your lovemaking echo throughout the room, making you cry out to him when you felt the moisture flowing out of you.
"o-oh...!" you gasp, wrapping your legs around sylus's naked waist, allowing him to reach deeper inside of you with each pound. by now, he was quite literally fucking you into his bed-
and you found yourself enjoying every minute of it.
from the way sylus seemed to harshly grip at your waist, you were certain that it would leave a bruise-
yet you didn't care, allowing this powerful man to bring you towards another release while you sloppily met his thrusts with your own-
the telltale sensation of his cock growing inside of you as he tightens, stilling his hips one last time before spilling thick ropes of his cum deep within you succeeds in making you cry out to him, your voice seeming to echo throughout the room along with sylus's growl of your name.
unable to help himself, sylus captures your lips once more, purposely swallowing your moans as he rode out both of your releases, his hips weakly pounding in and out of you, making sure that you had milked every last drop out of him before landing next to you on the bed.
your body was damp with sweat as a pleasant haze goes through you. not wishing to break your connection with sylus, you tentatively move closer to him, resting your head against his chest before pressing a kiss against it.
"y-you... did you want me... to forget that i'm mad at you by fucking my brains out?" you weakly manage to tease him, earning a rich chuckle from him.
"depends... is it working?" he leans down to press a kiss against your hair, making you smile when you cheekily tell him,
"how about you find out... when we go a few more rounds...?"
sylus needed no further urging from you, returning back to you as he placed a desperate kiss against your lips...
[ epilogue ]
your father was pacing around his office, filled with anxiety at being caught.
he prayed that you would forgive him-
that he could see you again, happy and whole despite your own pain.
truly, your father wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms, to bring you back home all while telling you that he did this all in the name of love-
that losing your mother made him go crazy at the thought of losing you, too-
but a part of him still felt too guilty to do anything.
as he was caught up in his thoughts, the sound of a notification coming from his phone startles him, making him look down at his phone to see a message from sylus himself.
eager to know what it says, he opens up the text and reads through it, eyes filled with relief as the older man breaks out into a grin. in the text was what looked like a screenshot of a bank account wiring back 110 million dollars along with a single text:
i finally understand. she's worth all the money. with this payment, i promise to protect her for the rest of my life - s.q.
end notes: omg i can't believe i'm gonna lose sleep over this story, but lmaoo, it's my dream story, and i need to finish writing this. spy!sylus, how i need you so đđđ» this is currently unedited, but i'll make any changes tomorrow, it's bedtime for me!! also, for the reader's dad using an alias to contact sy, i wanted to do something so you readers could use any name that suits you outside of the alias! making it a true insert hhhhhhhh đ„č this was a tough story to write though, but i hope you readers enjoyed it all the same!
all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!
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Your taxi finally made the final turn into the roundabout of the hotel. The otherwise dark drive was suddenly illuminated with the bright yellow lights of the lobby and drop-off lane with bellboys ready to tend to the rich with their luggage carts in toll. The hotel trolleys were gold plated and the young boys were clad in black, from their black polished shoes to their glove-bound hands that covered their open-mouthed yawns and picked at their faces in boredom.Â
When you saw the boys stand at attention waiting for your cab to come to a halt you felt a pang in your heart. Even during the night California was much too hot to be wearing a full suit, and you imagined the pay didn't match the manual labor their job demanded. When you saw their tired faces preemptively light up with the dead customer service smile you were taken back to those days yourself. Young, broke, no clear visions of your future. The memories of working late night odd jobs that didn't pay you enough still plagued your mind. Sometimes you still found yourself using your fake customer service voice, overly cheery with the intent to please by any means necessary. But that isn't to say your new wealth suited you any better. Sometimes you went months without looking at your banking statements, and you were so plagued by guilt that you couldn't identify.
Your guilt made you insist on carrying your luggage up yourself and tipping the bellboys extra despite them not doing any work and taking pictures with them even if you were tired. Because of your guilt you would slip into your customer service mode, and then because you were acting fake cheery you would feel even more guilty. The endless cycle was a downwards spiral, leaving you with an acidic taste in your mouth and making you feel like you've made a fool of yourself. It made you incredibly sweaty too, and your back was already lined with sweat from the excessive layers you wore.
You were lucky that today you werenât checking into the hotel, technically you werenât here at all. To everyoneâs knowledgeâincluding your teamâsâyou were back at your motel getting rest in preparation for your long day tomorrow.Â
You made the decision after filming, one that you told yourself was impulsive even if you had the directions to this hotel saved on your navigation app the second you landed. The person you were here to see told you where he was staying with a simple text. You replied with an even more simple fuck you before going radio silent. He replied with a you wish, and five hours later you were sneaking away in the dead of night.
You left the motel quietly to avoid suspicion from the paparazzi that were hellbent on catching you in the middle of something juicy enough to sell. You called the yellow taxi a five minute walk away from your motel, covered head to toe in black. When you felt how nervous the taxi driver was seeing someone in several layers of clothes in the middle of summer come into the car you felt guilty. Part of you debated on taking off your mask and shedding the jacket, but you didnât know what he knew. You didnât know if middle aged man had the paparazzi on speed dial next to that faded picture of his family paper clipped to his foldable windshield, ready to tell them that an a-lister was in his cab going to a hotel that was very much not hers in the middle of the night. Your paranoia made you keep your identity hidden and deepen your voice as you gave him the directions to the hotel across town.
The taxi ride was spent in complete silence. The only sound was from the occasional squeaks from the vinyl seats and the low, low volume of The Hot 100 playing on the radio. As the radio continued playing you realized how out of the loop you were when it came to music. You tried to remember the last time you had a chance to listen to an album in full. Maybe you listened to the latest project of the person that did the soundtrack on your last movie? Something playing in the background as sat in a makeup chair getting ready, or the white noise of rain as you tried to force yourself to fall asleep?
Your schedule was too packed to enjoy anything but work. Your schedule was so much to the point that you were operating on autopilot. Your brain was just a turning cog, something that send a signal to your mouth to open and your limbs to move. You couldn't handle anything more than that most days. You were so lost that your personal assistant set your schedule as your lockscreen, trying to force you to remember how present youâd have to be the following day. The method seemed outlandish, and the schedule was hideous each time you opened your phone, but came in handy; when you turned on your phone to check the time you were reminded of the day youâd have tomorrow.
Hair and makeup: 5:30AM
Breakfast: 7:00AM
Interview #1: 7:45AM
Interview #2: 8:30AM
On set: Filming Scenes 48-52, 77, & 83 9:15AM-9:15PM
Looking at the schedule made your head spin. You already felt your body grow weary at the thought of the work waiting for you the next day.
But did you really have the right to be tired when you were on your way to a hotel getting ready to do anything but sleep?Â
Behind your mask you slowly started mouthing the lines to the scenes youâd be shooting tomorrow in an effort to make use of the time you were wasting. If your very first agent could see you now, heâd be disappointed. You could see him so clearly, with his nose pointed to the air as he talked about if he was you, heâd never do something so stupid.Â
You rolled your neck and put a hand on the knot forming at the junction of your shoulder. You dug your fingers underneath your jacket and shirt to prod at the tense muscle, trying to find some form of relief. Now the sound of your jacket moving filled the car, and the sound of your heavy sigh behind your mask followed behind it. You can admit that your newfound wealth did make you feel comfortable in the confined spaces like these ones. You weren't scared to let your presence be known or your discomfort be heard in the back of taxi cabs. You also had your fair share of revelations in the backseats of cars. Your first callback was in the back of a car like this one, the first time you felt like the paparazzi were actually looking for you was in the back of a tinted out van. You just wish you could feel something like that again, giddiness instead of this terrible sinking feeling.
You put your head back and let out a sigh, closing your eyes to try and find a reason why you were doing all of this. In the beginning you loved it, but now it felt like you were grasping at straws to find a solid reason. The art? The money? Because it feels good? Because you like being held?
You could feel the taxi driver look back at you from the rearview mirror, you could tell he was on edge from the way you were behaving. You had half a mind to comfort him, to pull down your mask and ask a question about the current song playing on the radio. But you only blinked hard to try and will away the tight band of ache forming around your head before going back to your phone.Â
Who isnât on edge this late at night? You said while scrolling through the script. To be relaxed late at night was a privilege, one that was revoked when you got your first paycheck as an actress.
You told yourself that itâd all pay off a million times over in between reading the lines of the script and suffering through every single pothole in Los Angeles. You told yourself each time your but raised in your seat that was another million in the box office. Each car that had their high beams on and blinded you was another accolade. You were so caught up in your mantra you didnât even realize you were at your destination until the taxi driver spoke for the first time.
âIs here okay, miss?â He asked.
You looked out the window to see the hotel. Before you could prep your fake voice and tell him to park on the side of the building the taxi pulled into the curved driveway and stopped in the pickup area.Â
From your tinted window you watched the bellboys flock to you, excited for some sort of work this late into the night. You looked at them motioning for the driver to pop the trunk as you took in the sight of the large building in front of you. You pressed your forehead to the window and still couldnât see the top, only lights from the rooms that still had people awake and the never ending skyline.Â
When the view became too muchâwhen everything became too muchâyou took another deep breath and rested your body against the backseat. You heard the low music from the radio cut off completely as your taxi driver rolled down his window.
âThereâs nothing in there!â The driver yelled to the bellboys.
They scattered from the trunk and went to your side of the car next. A trio rushing, and then singled down to one when they realized all of them couldn't open your car door.
They pulled you from your breathing exercise to fully immerse you in the five-star hotel experience. One of the bellhops offered the side of his forearm to you, an invitation to treat him as a living breathing step ladder to get you out of the car. You could feel the air conditioning on full blast from the grand entrance of the hotel, chilling your sweating body.
You quickly reached in your pocket and grabbed a wad of cash, not caring to look at the number on the meter before handing it to the driver. You assumed it was the right amount by how wide his eyes got and the extra arm of a bellhop that came into your line of sight.
âAre you going to be in the area in an hour?â You asked.
The taxi driver nodded, his eyes still fixed on the cash.
âIâll be here, miss.â He said.
You nodded and grabbed the bellhops arm, feeling your body get pulled from the backseat of the cab to the curb. One of the bellhops told you to watch your step as you were fully hoisted up.
You couldnât say thank you before another bellhop closed the door. As the taxi driver drove out of the drop off area the other bellhop lead you to the front of the hotel. None of you spoke and you stumbled trying to go through the motions of a life you still werenât suited for.
The smaller door into the lobby was opened for you by a man in a different suit, one that had an enamel pin of the hotels logo pinned to his lapel. You wish there was a name badge, so you could atleast pretend you were interacting with another human being.
âNo luggage, madame?â Enamel Pin asked.
You shook your head, instinctually gripping the arm of the bellboy a little harder. You took in the sight of the lobby behind Enamel Pin, from the white marble floor and the stairs with solid gold handrails.
âNo.â You swallowed when you tilted your head and saw the large chandelier. âIâm just visiting someone.â You said.
The air seemed to shift as Enamel Pin and the bellhops eyed you down. You realized the situation long after everyone else, what it could possibly mean for a young woman to arrive at a hotel with rich clientele once the sun went down. But the working class donât ask questions, they only follow procedure and assumed in hushed voices during their lunch breaks that there are prostitutes coming into their place of work.Â
So Enamel Pin doesnât ask you to clarify, he only points towards the concierge and flicks his head subtly the same time the bellhop goes back to standing outside to wait for their next rich customer.
âYou can check in at the front desk, miss.â He says.
Youâre no longer a madame. You felt like youâve been striped of a title, you arenât the distinguished madame but instead the dirty miss who is here to do nothing but tarnish the reputation of this fine establishment. You almost pull down your mask and take off your cap to reveal your true identity, that youâre the one starring in a blockbuster every summer and receiving endless praise for your indie projects. Youâre tempted to throw a wad of cash at Enamel Pin and yell Iâm nominated for a fucking Oscar, you dipshit! But you keep your words to yourself. You knew by the time you woke up the next morning youâd be circling the gossip pages, your identity badly hidden in a not-so blind item.Â
Young and rising actress making it rain in the hotel lobby where her former costar ex-fling is staying. You could see it so clearly, and you could see the disappointment of your current agents face even clearer. So you only nod your head and start walking towards the desk, wishing that the bellhop stayed around a little longer to get a tip.
âWho are you visiting today?â The concierge asks.
You lean closer to the desk, trying to hide all evidence that youâre nervous. You assume the same fake deep voice again, trying to sound so different from the movies youâve starred in.
âSong Eunseok.â You answer.
The concierge looks from her computer at the name. You thought places of this caliber would be a little more inconspicuous. But she is wide eyed, even leans in to make sure you said the right name.
âSong Eunseok?â She asks.
You can practically see the way her eyes light up at the mention of the actor. You still havenât come to terms that heâs not youâre little secret anymore, that heâs not the same boy you saw at all your low-brow auditions when you first came to the scene. He was an international heartthrob now, one that made women lose their tact and become unprofessional.
No one knew what type of person he truly was underneath all the charm and the good looks.
But it was arguably worse that you knew and were still putting yourself in these predicaments just to see him.
You were in one now, as the concierge started to realize you were a girl going up to his presidential suite dressed like a shadow and like you were hiding something under all of those layers.Â
She went back to looking at the computer, going over the approved list of visitors.
âWhatâs your name, miss?â She asked.
In the beginning of your careers when Eunseok still slept in motels and poorly managed inns you never had to worry about checking in. There wasnât a concierge in a pantsuit but instead it was a man in a stained shirt who didnât even look up from the game on the television. He would only slide you a key and say Donât make too much of a mess before going back to his regularly scheduled program.Â
You were so used to the anonymity that came with being a nobody that you panicked at the question. Your mind scraped through the people in Eunseokâs circle, who would be on the list so you wouldnât have to give up any of your information. You thought about Minjeong and Wonbin, Eunseokâs stylists and then went to his agent Shotaro. The concierge looked at you expectantly, raising her eyebrows waiting for your response.
âSohee. Lee Soheeâ You adjusted your mask on your face to try and add sureness to your voice. âIâm Song Eunseokâs personal assistant.â You added.
The lady looked at the list then looked to you. Her eyes stayed on your face mask then flitted up to your tinted shades and baseball cap. You could tell she wanted nothing less than to let you upstairs. In her mind she was protecting her precious actor as she reached for the landline in front of her.
âLet me call Monsieur Song to let him know he has a visitor.â She said.
You nodded, feeling another layer of sweat line your back as she looked over the room number. Each button she pressed into the keypad vibrated your skull. Over your shoulder you swore you could feel Enamel Pin staring at you, ready to escort you out.
Maybe you should really get back to your agent on the spy movie she pitched to you. You already had real life experience of lurking in the shadows and going on top secret missions where there was so much at stake. Maybe instead of risking your career you could play a role that would help propel it further.Â
You pulled your baseball cap as far as it could go and settled into your jacket more. This was the part of the movie where the phone rang for an embarrassingly long amount of time, forcing the concierge to ask for your ID. This was the part that itâd be revealed you were not Lee Sohee, and you were not Song Eunseokâs personal assistant. You were arguably something much worse, something way more valuable to a concierge looking for some extra cash.
Just when she was able to ask you to materialize some form of identification, Eunseok answered the phone. You and the woman drew in a pensive breath the same.
âMonsieur Song. Sorry for calling at this hour but there is a Lee Sohee here to see you.â She said.
Your eyes were focused on the transmitter, trying to imagine Eunseok on the other end of the line. The concierge was imagining him too, she turned her body and played with the handset cord like they were in their own private conversation. You leaned further against the front desk in an effort to hear the conversation. You heard the low hum of a voice on Eunseokâs end but couldnât make out a response.Â
The concierge acknowledged your presence again when she took a quick peak over her shoulder. The smile she had faded slightly as she hummed a yes into the transmitter.
âShe said sheâs your personal assistant.â She said.
Your eyebrows raised as you heard no response on the other end of the line. For a second you thought that Eunseok was going to tell the concierge that Sohee isnât a girl and would never be up this late at night. But instead you hear more low hum, and the concierge nods again.
âYes sir. Iâm sending her up now.â She says.
She puts the handset on the switch hook and you can see the wistful look in her eyes before she turns to you again. She pulls a sticky note from the pile of her supplies and a pen. After quickly scratching a number onto the note she slides it to you.
âSir Eunseok is at the top floor in room 7319.â She says.
The relief of not being caught still has you frozen. You take a moment to clear your throat and reach across and grab the note.
âThank you.â You say.Â
Youâre tempted to slide money across the marble countertop to the concierge, but something holds you back. Maybe itâs the last bit of sense you have left that tells you to try and not make it look painfully obvious youâre doing something youâre not supposed to do. By the time you take the note the concierge is already doing something else that involves her computer. Sheâs switching between tabs and typing maniacally as if you no longer exist. She doesnât spare you a second glance as you turn on your heel and head towards the elevator.Â
As you walk across the lobby to the elevators, you imagine the sound of heels clicking across the floors. Even underneath the heel of your flat worn out shoe you can tell the floor so badly wants to make a noise, that it wants your presence to be known. You purposefully make your steps light as a feather to try and leave no trace of yourself behind.Â
You find true relief when youâre in front of the elevators and hear the sound of someone coming in, booming about their flight and chatting with Enamel Pin. You silently thank the man for being unashamed to make noise as you press the button to the top floor.
As you watch the red analog number climb you settle further into the corner. Your eyes mindlessly travel around the tiny box, peering from corner to corner until you see it. The small camera hangs from the corner diagonal from you, but itâs pointed at you all the same. You stay unmoving in your spot and you imagine the security guard in the basement staring at your unmoving moving image. You donât take a step until the elevator doors finally open to the top floor, and you let out a pensive breath when you step across the threshold into the hallway.
Your eyes are fixed on the carpet underneath your feet as you make your way down the hall. Your eyes wander from your worn shoes in contrast to the fresh carpet as you look for an imperfection across the fabric. You donât see the dark stains caused by God knows what or fraying threads, you donât feel parts of the carpet that were threadbare from constant foot traffic. All you see is proof of a well managed building. The difference is already staggering, youâre reminded of your motel room that had unknown stains and janitors that did illegal substances in the supply closet. You couldâve sworn there was noise coming from every room on your floor; noise surpassed the tearing wallpaper and leaked into the dimly lit hallways. The sounds of program television and people bounced off the walls of the narrow hallway and even found its way into your room. You had to blast The Price is Right to try and drown out everything, but you slept soundly. You felt more comfortable in the bed you had to check for bugs and bloodstains than you did now.Â
The hallway you walked down now was completely silent. You strained your ears for signs of life, looking past the doors of the suites imagining someone was there. You were the only source of noise. Each time your heel scraped the carpet you flinched, afraid that someone was going to open one of the doors and shush you to death. The fear of being caught making noise made you knock on Eunseokâs door quietly, three small taps before you brought your arm back to your side.
You knew that Eunseok was going to make you wait outside. He had a habit of forcing you to revel in the lengths youâd go through just to see him. You were in the hallway, completely covered, but still so exposed. You imagined any second one of the doors would open and thereâd be a camera pointed at you, and the very next day your career would be over. You shuffled on your worn feet and looked back tot the elevator. Maybe the taxi was still close. You could go back to your motel and get enough rest for your long day tomorrow.
Before you could even fully consider that option the door opened. Light filtered into the dim hallway, and past the tiny gap in the door you saw Eunseok looking down at you. Despite all the layers and all traces of your face being hidden you saw Eunseokâs eyes soften before part of his smile was revealed.
âKinda late, isnât it Sohee?â He asked, smile getting even bigger.
You pushed at the door despite the chain keeping it locked in place.
âLet me in.â You ordered.
Eunseok scoffed but didnât even close the door all the way before getting the metal latch off. Even when there was only a slit of you visible between the cracks of the door Eunseok didnât take his eyes off you, like he was afraid you would disappear into thin air. He opened the door wide for you, and you stepped into the entryway past him.
You heard the door close and the dead bolt lock as you took in Eunseokâs room. The corridor was small, even smaller than the one at the motel with half the amount of rooms and you understood why. You looked at the hotel roomâthis presidential suiteâto see the full kitchen and California King sized mattress. There was a full sofa, clean and inviting in front of the flatscreen plasma television. Your motel room had scratchy seats and unknown stains on a cramped loveseat with an ancient box television that had screen burn in the bottom corner. The ceilings above you were high, maybe even higher than the ones of your apartment back in New York. There was definitely a better view, from the large windows it looked like you were at the highest point of California.
You were still taking in the view when Eunseok put his hands on your shoulders. You felt him try to turn you, but when you didnât give in he started pulling at the sleeves of your jacket.
âYou told them you were Sohee?â He asks.Â
Eunseok guides your arms out of your jacket as you walked further into his room. You never understood what a presidential suite meant or what separated it from the other types of rooms in a hotel. But you saw what parts of it was illuminated from the small light hanging above you, and how it seemed to stretch even further past the darkness.Â
âBecause Sohee is a feminine name.â You reason.
Your voice sounds far off as you try to conceptualize how much wealth is in the room. The marble countertops with the stove embedded in and the open bathroom door that exposes the large shower. Your mouth only drops further but Eunseok is unaffected as his heavy hands drag down your arm, feeling your clammy newly exposed skin.
âCouldâve said you were Minjeong.â Eunseok whispers from behind you. His head lowers down to yours, whispering in your ear as you continue to look around the dark suite.
He canât see the way you shake your head from his suggestion when he turns away to put your jacket on the hook by the large door. He comes back to you and puts his hands on your shoulders again, rubbing your arm and messing with the end of your sleeve.
âI donât want the gossip pages to have her name in their mouths.â You respond.
Your mouth feels dry when you turn your head and see the light fixtures that hangs from the ceiling. Eunseok bends down to kiss your shoulder but stays there, whispering into your neck.
âYouâre that paranoid?â He asks.
As if a switch had been flipped, you turn away from the wealth to look at Eunseok. He already has that knowing smiling etched into his features, like he knew he was pushing your buttons.
His hands reached up to take your mask off, smiling even bigger at the pout that he knew was already there. He lifts your cap and takes off your shades, gathering all the things you used to hide yourslef in the bowl of your upside down cap. He ruffles your hair and pinches your cheek, causing you to reach up and smack his hand away.
You can tell that Eunseok is trying to corral you further into the suite, but your feet are planted. You donât think you could move past the space of the entryway even if you wanted to. The thought of you not deserving to see so much luxury keeps you focused on Eunseokâs amused face. You donât dare to look at the walk-in closet next to him or the pristine paintings hanging on the wall.
âNo woman is in a mans hotel room this late at night unlessââ
âUnless what?â He asks.
Eunseok tilts his head to the side. You hate when he interrupts you. You hate when he looks at you so intently waiting for what youâre going to say next. You hate that heâs so used to the wealth that he wears plain designer shirts to bed. You hate that he seems more comfortable in his skin while you're ready to crawl out of it. You hate that he tilts your chin up when you try to avert eye contact.
âUnless sheâs a murderer or a prostitute.â You say. You make sure to emphasize the first word, as if you were capable of hurting Eunseok.
Eunseok takes his hand away from your face to laugh. Itâs a dry chuckle but it has something blossoming in your chest, a warmth thatâs different from the layers of clothes you were wearing earlier. It's equally strangling, and equally makes the knot form at the base of your neck again.
âI did think you were a stalker at first.â Eunseok walks past you, forcing you to follow him across the room. He subjects you to his wealth, he practically rubs it in your face as he lazily pads to the couch like he owns the place. His black tee and low sweatpants reveals the lowest part of his back for you. You let your eyes stay focused on that as he continues to walk towards the couch. âSohee would never be here at this hour.â He says.
âBut you let me up anyway?â You ask.
You can barely see Eunseokâs expression as he sits on the couch in the near darkness. You thought it would look like he was photoshopped against the backdrop of the Los Angeles skyline, but he was a natural. Eunseok settled into the gray modular couch and put his arm on the back like it was second nature. He spread his legs out and shrugged before looking behind him at the night sky.
âI figured it was you.â He answered.
Whatever you and Eunseok had truly wasnât all that complicated. Yes you cursed him out before showing up at his suite in the middle of the night and yes you two must hate eachother to some degree. But your separate careers grew side by side, you came out during the summer and he dominated the winter. In the fall that following yearâwhen your careers were still fresh and you two wouldâve agreed to anything to chase the fameâyou were told about the opportunity you had to grow your careers and build more hype around the project you were both starring in.Â
Looking back, you could admit you had fun. When work dragged on or you were feeling extra lonely youâd look at old issues of the tabloids, thumbing through the pages until you got to the gossip and celebrity couple section. You'd look down the doggy eared pages of the magazine and look at the paparazzi traps disguised as dates. You looked at the two of you walking around in matching athleisure wear on the way to pilates with Eunseok trailing behind you holding your things and the infamous Central Park date where you two played with children and dogs that werenât yours. There was even that one photo of you in the bottom corner of the page with Eunseok's hand on your lower back guiding you to your chauffeur. That date felt very real. The drinks you held in your hand was real liquor, you felt actual excitement and the buzz of being in a Hollywood party. Eunseok's hand that reached across the back row of seats to buckle you in was real. The way he pinched your cheek and told you teasingly you should let loose more often was also very real.
The wobbly view you had of him was the same you had now. His pointed noise and high cheekbones, the softness in his expression that defied his sharp features. His hair still fell the same as he continued looking at the outside, picking at the top of the couch like he was subtly trying to find an imperfection. Back then in the back seat of the tinted SUV he was red in the face, looking out the windows in awe of the flashing cameras. Back then you only had your bleary sights on him, you only took in the smile on his face instead of the sounds of paparazzi calling out your name and orders to roll down a window.
That fall you two seemed to be the worlds couple, coming from humble beginnings and navigating the glamour of Hollywood together. You two attended every event attached at the hip, wearing a something that complimented the other and said praises during each interview. For a moment you thought everything was right in the world. The money had started rolling in, the two of you compared checks like kids compared trading cards, wide eyed and passing them in your two-person circle. Eunseok sent you the magazine issue to your new high rise loft in Astoria that had you two on the cover. We look cute together was the note he wrote in permanent marker on the back, you smiled and ran your fingers over the black ink, thinking about how he thought of you all the way in Tempe, Arizona.
Eunseok was the first person you would call when you got a positive feedback, and he was the first one you went to when you ended up losing a role. You believed for a long time the relationship was the same both ways, but when your joint project came out your relationship did what it was supposed to do. You two found solid roles and your names started being mentioned in the acting world. The same time you found out you were in the running for Best Actress the magazines found out the one thing that sells better than love was drama. So less than a week later you found Eunseok snuggled up to the co-star of his upcoming movie underneath the trees at the Maria Hernandez park, playing fetch with a Goldendoodle and cooing at a toddler that was hobbling towards them.Â
The sides chosen only fueled your anger. People believed that Eunseok wronged you (they were right) and that you were the best thing that ever happened to him (they were also right). Others didnât really care, but still participated in the feud to say that at the end of the day it didnât matter because Eunseok had more accolades (they were unfortunately right).Â
Your hatred for Brooklyn and Eunseok started then, you cut him off without hesitation and ignored his texts begging for reconciliation. You put your nose your work without coming up for air, replacing every moment you had with him in favor of lines for your upcoming films.
Somewhere along the way in the middle of your bout of no contact he caught you (or you caught him, that was still unclear) at a wrap party in NoHo. Minjeong, who you built a real friendship with during your very fake relationship with Eunseok, promised you that he wouldn't be there due to a conflicting schedule. For a moment at her wrap party you were at peace, free to drink due to the lack of press and phones that were collected at the door. But when your nth shot of the night started tasting like water, Eunseok arrived. He took the pregame route, showing up to the party already drunk and haughty like the jackass he truly was. When you were at your weakest and the party was winding down, you two set your eyes on eachother. You narrowly tried to avoid him, bobbing and weaving through the crowd of unknown cast and crew members and their plus ones as he weaved through right behind you. The further you went to try and hide the further you strayed from the crowd.
You ended up in the bathroom (the only one that didn't have people doing coke inside), trying hard to close the door on Eunseok's Golden Goose shoe. You were slurring that his shoes were hideous and he was telling you about the botched trailer for your movie one minute then the next you were on top of the small sink spreading your legs and swapping spit with him. You told him you hated him and his stupid movies and he nodded while sticking his fingers in your mouth. You told him none of it was real and he hesitated, your spit covering his lips in a thin glossy layer before he said sorry so genuinely it made you almost regret everything. You never meant to fold, you never meant to be anything less than cruel to him, but Eunseok grabbed your hands the same way he did when there were no cameras around and kissed each individual knuckle while keeping bleary eye contact with you. He truly seemed sorry when he slid inside of you with a quiet sigh, and you seemed to accept his apology by the way you begged him to go faster.Â
Something that was meant to be a messy and regretful one time thing for closure happened again, and again, and again. Wherever you were working on for a movie Eunseok seemed to be trailing close behind for his own project. You two begrudgingly came to an agreement, a secret kept behind closed doors.Â
Despite the level of trust needed for something so reckless you found it hard to be with him. Sometimes you questioned if you even liked Eunseok, or if you were just blinded by the false sense of familiarity and the lasting effects of the dopamine rush from the PR stunt. He was nothing like that boy from humble beginnings you met at your very first audition, the one you felt like understood you. Then he wore beat up shoes and had a hole in his polo where he accidentally tore the fabric trying to remove the logo. The same boy who talked about name brands with disdain was endorsed by several now. The boy that was so afraid to take up space spread out on the Italian leather upholstery and patted his lap like it was a seat.
âDonât be afraid to get comfortable.â He says.
You start by taking off your shoes, carelessly kicking them behind you where you saw Eunseokâs other pair of shoes lay.
âI canât get comfortable.â You say.
Him rolling his eyes takes your attention away from the silk sheets on the bed and the large windows that give a full view of the city.
Eunseok picks at the stitching of the upholstery and focuses on his prying fingers. He focuses on the integrity of the couch, lips pulled into a scowl before he turns to you. Almost instantly a taunting smile replaces his features as he settles into the couch again.Â
âJust because your fake humble doesnât mean you canât enjoy a little luxury.â He taunts.
Despite the snarky comment Eunseok still holds his hand out to you.Â
âIâm fake humble because I like to save money?â You asked.
Even with your eyes raised in anger and surprise at the jab you start walking towards Eunseok. His smile gets wider with each step you take. The floors are cold against your feet but you feel warm all over. You tell yourself itâs the rage, your body that's burning itself out from being overworked.
Eunseok doesnât speak again until you stand in front of him. He brings his hand from his lap to hold your waist, a steady grip to keep you in place. He dares to lean forward and press a kiss to your clothed stomach before looking directly up at you. With a sigh your hands go to his shoulders and your head lulls to the side to look down at him.
âI saw how well your last movie did.â This time he lifts up your shirt to press a kiss to your bare waist. He pulls you in a little closer by the belt loop of your jeans before messing with the button. âAn extra couple hundred here and there wonât break your bank anymore, baby.â He responds.
"I'm not your baby." You say it quietly, your hand rubbing his hair slowly.
You feel the tension and the forming headache melt away like rain. You already feel relaxed when you shake your head. The need to fight back leaves your mind when you feel Eunseok come forward with his other hand to undo the button.
Your body turns with each pull and before you know it the denim pools at your ankles. You step out of them and Eunseok sees it as his chance to pull you onto his lap. When you try to straddle him he directs both of your legs to one side. You stumble into the position, unsure what Eunseok has in mind for the night until you sit on his lap sideways and he brings an arm around your shoulders to keep you close.Â
You can already feel his dick twitching underneath you, but before you can mock him youâre distracted by the feeling of Eunseok running his hands up and down your bare legs. He inches closer and closer where you need him most before retreating. He repeats the motion of tracing up and down your leg over and over again. Itâs not long before youâre squirming in his lap and keeping your eyes on anything but the rest of the room. When the teasing becomes too much you finally grab one of Eunseokâs hands and lead it towards your cunt.
âJust because you flaunt doesnât mean I have to.â You say.
Your words lack bite, the edge is completely gone from your breathy tone. Seeing you remain steadfast while becoming weaker and weaker only fuels Eunseok to make you suffer even more. His hand restricts yours to the side and he waits just above your waistband. He looks at you silently with a pout on his face as your stomach jumps from being so close to getting what you need. Your hand pulls against his grip uselessly and suddenly you're too embarrassed to look at Eunseok anymore.
Your head tilts towards the high ceilings as he finally pushes past your waistband. You arch your back and he pulls you closer before pressing his fingers deep to your clit with his cold middle finger.
âIs that what you tell yourself when you wear designer straight off the runway just to walk around the Upper West Side?â He asks.
Before you can defend yourself Eunseok presses deeper into your clit, pulling a pained whine from your lips and a pathetic thrust. His refuses to trace down to your slit to collect your slick before messing with your clit. Somehow it is infuriating but erotic that he knows how to not touch you but does it anyway. He doesn't treat you sweetly, he doesn't do what your hands guide him to do. He does what he wants, he goes straight to picking up the speed on your clit that sends currents through your body.
When he realizes you canât speak anymore only then does he dip his hand down further, gathering the slick from your hole and prods your entrance with his two fingers. You feel the tension and pressure from his fingers, you preemptively let out a sigh and a small shake when Eunseok kisses your temple. The kiss is passive and small, but it makes you relax enough for Eunseok to slide his fingers inside of you.
You practically suck his two fingers in, and you whine out to the large light fixture above you. You turn your head to Eunseokâs chest seeking some type of comfort but he gives you nothing of the sort. Even if you are cradled in his lap he doesnât baby you, he doesnât coo at you affectionately while pumping his fingers in an out of your heat.
âSeriously. You think just because you stay at The Struggle Inn on the other side of the tracks youâre humble?â Eunseok presses the pad of his finger against your walls for emphasis. âThis little persona you got going on makes me sick sometimes.â He laughs.
âSometimes?â You breath.
You let out a labored whine from the feeling of Eunseok playing with you. Heâs making a mess of you and youâre almost ashamed that you do nothing about it. Your hand reaches back to dig into the firm cushion of the couch as a means to ground yourself. You see Eunseok look from your clothed cunt to you, nodding his head as he pushes his fingers in deeper. You can feel his soft fingers, you swear you can feel each individual knuckle as your back arches. When your chest is high enough he kisses your covered nipple until you lower it out of his lips reach.
âSometimes itâs so cute seeing your eyes get all wide like you donât have money. Kinda feels like Iâm ruining you.â Eunseoksâ free hand travels up your back and moves your body close to his. Your hands go back to gripping his shoulders instead of keeping yourself propped up. You lean all your body weight on Eunseokâs side and his arm as he runs his eyes up and down your twitching body. âYouâre committed to the bit, I gotta give you that.â He laughs.
âNot a bit.â You respond.
You donât know how he manages to string so many words together during times like this. Youâre all for the jabs at ones characterâespecially Eunseokâsâbut you think it is extremely unfair when you canât form a coherent sentence that doesnât involve whimpering his name. He further tips the scale by plunging another finger into your heat and using his hand to lean your head against his shoulder. One of your legs stays on the couch but the other slides off, opening yourself up to him even more.
âSlumming it in a motel while filming a movie with a half million dollar budget.â Despite being in a position of comfort Eunseokâs words have the opposite effect. Heâs sturdy against you, unmoving from your body twitches and sudden movements when he hits that spot he has memorized. He so clearly wants to aggravate you while bringing you pleasure, he wants you to fight with him while he bends his hand at an odd uncomfortable angle just for you. âArenât you sick of it?â He asks.
âNo. Iâm not.â You try to bite back but your body preens forward into Eunseokâs fingers and your head leans fully into his shoulder. âNot everyone becomes a classist pig after a little success in the box office.â
âIt was actually after I got my first Emmy.â Eunseokâs hand wraps around your waist and brings you further into his lap. Eunseok speeds up his hand as he brings his face closer to yours, so close your clammy cheeks touch. âYou wouldnât know anything about that though, would you?â He sneers.
Everything always goes back to that fucking Emmy. You still remember being up against him in the Outstanding Limited or Anthology Series. Your project was your one and only attempt at anything that wasnât a movie, and it was Eunseokâs first of many. You remember thinking about how nice the titles of your shows looked side by side when Eunseok won. The fan wars that were fueled by Eunseokâs win plagued your social media feed for weeks. You still periodically saw the clip of Eunseok appearing on screen before the camera cut to you in the crowd.Â
âThe award wasnât just for you.â You dig your hands into Eunseokâs waist to try and ground yourself. âYouâe not that special. Just a one trick pony.â You lie.
Your heart only has the chance to drop for a second from your lie before Eunseok chuckles again. His fingers inside of you donât even falter from your jab, instead his other hand pushes your leg until you move it to one side. Your other leg comes up from the ground and before you know it youâre straddling Eunseok as his fingers continue to push into you. The squelching sounds between your two bodies is louder than the kiss he places on your sweaty forehead before going to your ear.Â
âYou havenât even seen all my tricks.â He teases.
Eunseok bested you once again. You have nothing to say in response to his fingers that suddenly picked up their pace, you only clutch at him tighter and moan so pitifully itâs barely muffled by his shirt. Your voice floats up to the ceilings as you crumble against his chest. You see the darkened spot on the shirt from your saliva the same time you feel Eunseok press a kiss to the top of your head.
âYouâre breaking my heart, honey.â He coos. âI didnât take you for the competitive type.âÂ
Eunseokâs hands increase their pace and you can already feel more drool peaking past your lips. Youâre being bullied to the edge and Eunseok hasnât even take his pants off yet. You squirm in his touch again, pressing your hips down to feel his hard dick jump in his sweats. The feeling pushes you forward, it gives you motivation to try and speak.
âIâm not competitive.â You lie again.
Eunseok hums and slips his fingers out of you. The lack of stimulation causes you to whine but gives you room to push your hips against his. Eunseokâs wet fingers grab at your hip and works them back and forth. You hear the content sigh tumble past his lips as your hands grip the couch on either side of his head. You finally find the strength to lift your head up and press your open mouth to Eunseokâs.Â
âThen say my movie is gonna do better than yours.â Eunseok murmurs against your lips and pushes you down again. You pant hot air into his mouth and tilt your head, silently wishing heâd kiss you instead of taunting you. âSay it and Iâll fuck you so good.â He says simply.
You shake your head and Eunseok runs his hands up and down your arms, light as a feather to make goosebumps raise across your skin. He pulls away from your lips and looks at your heaving chest and your perked nipples that poke against the fabric. One of his hands harshly pinches at your nipple, causing you to cry out. As an instinct you smack his hand even harder. He looks up from your chest to your face with a smile on his lips.
âSo, so, so good.â He taunts.
Eunseok looks you in your eyes again but you canât even bring yourself to retort. You are still trying to clear the haze and calm your lust from the edging. You only slightly back away from the peak of pleasure before you start pressing your hips down on Eunseokâs. Your previous position on his lap made it had to feel it but straddling his hips let you feel all of him. He throbs against your clothed pussy through his gray sweatpants. Eunseok even lifts his hips upwards to press against you more. You breath heavily into the crook of his neck, but you still shake your head weakly.
âIâm not gonna say it.â You whimper.
âThen youâre not getting it.â Eunseok groans.
For a moment your heart drops at the thought of Eunseok lifting you off his lap or holding your waist to cease your movements. But Eunseok is caught up the same way you are, even if he tries to act like he isnât. He doesnât want you to stop, clear in the way he greedily moves your hips when you lose your pace.Â
You can feel his dick continue to pulse, the stimulation has you dragging your bare cunt on the fabric of his sweatpants. You swear you can feel all of Eunseok and he moans like he can feel all of you too. His hands press unbelievably hard into your waist to help guide you up and down his length.
âYouâre not getting it.â He repeats.
Eunseok is so quiet you think he is speaking to himself rather than to you. But you still nod in the crook of his neck, kissing the exposed skin before tilting your head upwards towards his ear.
âIâm not getting it.â You echo.
Eunseok brings a hand between your shoulder blades and presses your chest against his. he starts lifting his hips with more fervor, letting out a quiet curse into the air when a tiny whine escapes your throat. You purposely push your hand against Eunseokâs thigh just so he will grab your wrist and hold it against your lower back.
âYou wouldnât even be able to handle it, would you?â He whispers.
"It's been too long." You quietly whimper back.
Moments like these where you two are so desperate to be quiet takes you back to your motel days together. The walls were thin as paper back then and you two had an irrational fear of being caught like you werenât two consenting adults. Youâd moan and whimper quietly into eachothers ears, chasing so desperately after that feeling you were both pursuing now. Back then you two would kiss alot more and only praises would fall from Eunseok's lips.
You werenât sure what you preferred. Pleasure was pleasure the same way wealth was wealth no matter who was administering it. You did wonder if clutching at Eunseokâs shirt wouldâve been more fulfilling if you two were on the stiff loveseat cramped in the corner of your motel room. You wondered if hearing him moan your name sweetly wouldâve sent you over the edge faster if he still presented himself the same way he used to.
The thought of slumming it with Eunseok again brought you back to the edge again. You went back to the crook of Eunseok's neck as your body swayed against his. You felt the impeding orgasm loom over you. You dug your nails into his shirt and leaned against the back of the couch. For a moment you were so lost in the throes of pleasure you forgot where you were. When you opened your eyes you remembered, and when you remembered it felt further away than ever.
You were subjected to the view from the top floor of this fancy hotel, looking down at the rest of the city beneath you. You saw the cars of people just now getting off from their shifts or people heading to work while you were all the way up here, carelessly enjoying the life of luxury by fucking in the presidential suite. Your hands were tangled in the hair of your arguably richer ex-whatever, and you were grinding on custom Italian that cost more than what most made in a year. You remember being down there, struggling to get a decent nights rest after being a corporate slave all day. That was your life but it felt like an eternity ago. Instead of Eunseok and what he was giving you your mind went to the yawning bellhops and the barista who made your coffee this morning. You saw them in the dark reflection next to yourself in the glass of the window. You focused on your mussed appearance and the back of Eunseok's head. Maybe this really was a persona, maybe you were something worse.
âI canât.â You whimpered suddenly, stilling your hips against Eunseokâs.
Eunseok looked from your waist to you. His furrowed eyebrow went from focused to confused. You looked at the sweat dot his forehead and line his top plump lip. He looked like he did when you first met, taking you back to the time you wanted to escape from so badly. When you tried to pull away Eunseok shook his head and continued to hold you close. Your loudest sound fell from your lips, something between overwhelming pleasure and the unbearable guilt that comes with achieving success you can barely conceptualize.
âYou can. Youâre so close already.â Eunseok pulls your view away from your reflection to press your forehead against his. He looks at you intently again, like you were his beginning and end. âMy star.â He coos.
Your hips falter at the nickname. Eunseok smiles and grinds his clothed dick against you again, showing that your nickname has an effect on him too. You press your forehead harder against his, the sweaty surfaces sticking together as you two let out heavy pants. You can feel yourself clenching around nothing, squeezing around air as you get closer and closer to the edge. The grip you have on Eunseok becomes so strong your hands begin to shake.
âIâm close.â Eunseok breaks apart from your forehead to lean his head against the couch. His neck is on full display for you, the protrusion in the middle of his throat bobs up and down as he tries regaining his composure. âKeep going.â He whines.
Everytime without fail, Eunseok became the most vulnerable right before he finishes. His own persona crumbles before you. If you ever brought up how pitiful he becomes in the pursuit of his orgasm he would accuse you of projection, but his submission was so palatable you could taste it. He was no longer the cocky movie star, but a defenseless whining mess underneath you. You could always see how badly he wanted to be taken care of, it was written on his lips and evident in the way his grip tightened on you but no longer guided your movements. He needed you to press deeper into him, to kiss him all over and talk him through it.
âLook at me.â You said.
Whether your voice was commanding enough didnât matter, because Eunseok opened his eyes almost immediately. You looked at him instead of looking around his suite or looking past him outside the large windows. You stayed locked in on Eunseokâs blown out eyes, focusing on yourself in his eyes instead. You never changed on the glassy wet reflection. You still looked the same when you stared intensely at them.
Something about Eunseok being so weak made you feel strong. You forgot about your overwhelming guilt to press your hips down to Eunseokâs and rock against him quickly, looking directly into his eyes. He only lasted a moment before his back arched off the couch and his eyes were screwed shut. You moved one of your hands from Eunseokâs shoulder to thread through his hair, pulling tightly as your hips continued to move.
He started twitching underneath you and you let yourself collapse against his chest. Designer perfume and Eunseok filled your nose as you whimpered against his chest and a beat later the familiar warmth washed over you. Your hips started moving erratically as you settled deeper into his chest, repeating that you were cumming after Eunseok already came in his sweats.Â
âGo ahead.â Eunseok weakly cooed at you as his hands ran up and down your back. âI got you.â
You nodded against his chest, and you didnât stop nodding until you felt the warmth subside. You let out a heave against Eunseokâs chest. The both of you had matching heart rates and the same heavy pants.Â
You rested against him and he pulled you closer, still rubbing your back as you came down. When you could manage moving your body agains you started massaging Eunseokâs scalp, paying closer attention to the area that you had his hair tugged between your fingers.
Even with knowing you were a sticky sweaty mess you felt comfortable. When you were against Eunseokâs shoulder all you saw was him. You didnât worry that you defiled the expensive Italian sofa or that you mightâve disturbed the neighbors. You were only focused on the whirring of a machine somewhere and the fact that Eunseok smelled like you now. Everything was reminiscent of the life you were accustomed to.
âSo.â Eunseok clears his throat and lets his head rest against yours thatâs still slumped in his shoulder. âYou gonna stay the night? Or go back to the dirty motel?â He asks.
Instantly the veil is lifted. The fog in your mind clears and the strength comes back to your limbs. You pull out of Eunseokâs hold get up from his lap with a grunt and walk over to your pants, pulling them up your leg as Eunseok scoots forward to the edge of the sofa.
âDonât be like that.â He says.
You shake your head again and pull up your pants quickly. You even wag your finger as Eunseok to show him heâs really messed up.Â
âYou ruined it.â You say.Â
You walk through the dark of the suite, trying not to run into anything on your way out. The worst thing would be to leave a trace of your presence anywhere. You want to be in and out like a ghost, you want to be back in the comfort of your scratchy sheets.
âSeriously you should stay.â You hear a tiny gross leave Eunseokâs lips as he gets up from the couch. You can hear his bare feet against the floor of the room as pads after you. You donât turn around, you only reach for your baseball cap sitting on top of the command center. âItâs so late.â He reasons.
Your mask is already on your face by the time Eunseok makes it to your side. His voice is hoarse, when you turn around you see his hair is still bumped on one side as you secure the baseball cap onto your head.
âI gotta get back to my dirty motel.â You emphasize the end. Eunseokâs eye roll and the dark splotch on his sweats is tinted behind the your shades before you turn to grab your jacket. âMy taxi is waiting for me.â You say.
You can tell Eunseok has given up any attempt to get you to stay when you zip up your jacket. Instead he puts his hand on the doorknob, stopping you from pulling it open. When your hand goes to the deadbolt Eunseok puts his hand over that too. You see his softened gaze behind the dark tint of your shades, so inviting you have the urge to stay.
âHow long are you in LA for?â Eunseok asks.Â
Your hand goes to the small chain above the deadbolt lock right beside Eunseokâs head.Â
âWouldnât you like to know.â You say.
Eunseok puts his hands up in defense and you take the moment to undo the lock and turn the knob. The door is heavy, it pulls you slightly forward as you try to open it. Eunseok helps you the rest of the way and youâre forced to walk past him to go into the hallway. You donât dare to turn back and look at Eunseok when you make it to the hallway. You keep your eyes on the elevator only, so close to escape.
âMaybe next time we can fuck on the nasty sheets in a motel?â
Eunseok speaks above his normal volume because he knows it will make you turn around. He swears he can see the indignation in your eyes as you point your finger at him in warning. He puts his hands up in defense again and laughs at your reaction.
âShut up.â You seethe behind gritted teeth.Â
âIâm just saying itâll be a nice change of pace for me.â He says, equally as loud.
Eunseok is happy heâs able to wear you down when you pull out your phone and start vigorously typing. He hears his phone chime behind him on top of the command center before you stuff your phone back into your pocket.
âI sent you my schedule for the next month.â You point your finger at him again as you start heading backwards to the elevator. âDonât make me regret it.â You seethe.
Eunseok leans against his door, nodding mockingly.
âYou wonât.â He says.
Eunseok stays leaned against his door even when you turn away from him and walk towards the elevator. He doesnât catch your eye again until you turn inside the open elevator to face the exit. He decides to be even more of an asshole by bowing to you just to show you how grateful he is. Eunseok waves to you with all his might as the doors came to a slow close in front of you.Â
You make it back down to the lobby, the same staff there as when you went up. You notice the concierge staring at you from across the lobby. You feel her gaze never leave your body as you shift uncomfortably from the unwanted attention and the feeling from your underwear. Enamel Pin doesnât say a word to you as he opens the door, he barely gives you a nod as you walk past him.
The bellhops look from the yellow taxi to you, they make a step towards the back of the cab before standing still in their place. You donât know what youâre waiting for but youâre still too. Everyone outside is still, no one moves until you hear see the passenger side window roll down.
âHave a nice night, miss.â Enamel Pin says.
The bellhops move to the car that comes up behind the taxi and your feet finally move. You open your own door and clamber into the backseat. You close your own door and motion for the driver to take you back to the same spot.
You look up from your seat in the car, trying to find the top floor of the hotel. Itâs impossible to see from down here. You still try to find the top as the cab leaves the lobby, heading the same direction you came from.
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Mini-me {Love and Deepspace boys}
I can't stop imagining the LADS boys with kids. Mainly because of the "Plushies I gave her; plushies she gave me" trend. I CAN'T, I CANNOT, I DO NOT HAVE THE ABILITY TO CAN XD
Enjoy!
-Seven
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Rafayel â· ââââââ · ·
Rafayel is as much of a child as he is a man
I think that Rafayel would have a son.
Right now, the two of you arenât planning for another child, but Rafayel wouldnât say no XD
Rafayel would be super fun and silly with your son
He would be overly dramatic when your son presents a new drawing of craft to him
âHere, papa,â Your son presents a painting of the ocean to Rafayel, âI tried the oil paints this time.â
With a hand at his chest, Rafayel does a big gasp, âWhat a masterpiece!â
Your son giggles
âI should present this at my next art exhibit!â
Please, as much as he exaggerates his reactions, he would have those painting and trinkets buried with him - thatâs how much he loves your son
I imagine that one day as youâre cooking, theyâre in the living room and Rafayel has your sonâs hand enveloped in his own, guiding him as he paints.
It reminds you of that time in his studio in Greensprings after you promised to see the lanterns together
âWhat should we add next, kiddo?â
âHmmm.â Your son taps the paintbrush on his chin, âWhat about some birds?â
âHeh, like the ones that stole your chips the other day?â
âIt wasnât the birds! It was you, papa!â he jabs the paintbrush at Rafayelâs chest
Rafayel lifts his hands up in surrender, âWhat do you mean? Iâm innocent.â He chuckles as your son pouts at him
More often than not, the two of them are covered in paint, or whatever art supply they used. It ends up to be a whole load of washing for you >:(
Your son definitely loves the ocean just as much as his father.
When you were pregnant with him, he would kick in your belly whenever you were swimming or submerged in water.
As a toddler, he would kick his legs and squeal every time the waves washed over him
Rafayel would have his hands under your sonâs arms, stabilising him so that the waves wouldnât push him over
Now at six years old, heâs diving under, collecting shells and chasing fish,âMomma, look at this shell.â He lifts his small palm carrying a pink shell, his pearly whites beaming up at you as he smiled, âYou can have it, momma, orrrrr, maybe I can make it into a paint with papa later.â
Itâs late afternoon and your son is knocked out on the couch from spending the entire morning at the beach.
You and Rafayel get started on dinner
Rafayel comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. âThank you.â He presses a kiss to your shoulder.
âHuh?â You pinch your brows and chuckle a little as he nuzzles your neck, âWhat for?â
He takes a deep breath, âI donât know, just⊠For our son, for being my wife, Iâm just happy, I guess.â
You chuckle lightly, âIâm happy too.â You turn around and pinch his cheek, âA little jealous that he takes after you so much, but happy.â you offer a bright smile.
Before Rafayel can lean in, his arms are jerked away from your waist
Your son is pulling at Rafayelâs arms, âNo, papa! Momma is mine!â Heâs leaning all the way back, using his entire weight as leverage to pry Rafayelâs body from yours, âGo away, papa!â
Rafayel scoffs, âYours?â He raises an eyebrow, âTsk.â He clicks his tongue and hauls your son over his shoulder, Your momma was mine first, you jellyfish!â
Rafayel's fingers jab at your son's sides, and the sound of your sonâs laughter fills the kitchen âHahaha, paâhaha-papa! Stop!â Heâs got tears in his eyes but the biggest smile on his face.
âNope!â Rafayel pops the âpâ and continues to tickle him, âI gotta show you whoâs the big fish in this tank, pipsqueak.â
You shake your head and put an hand at your hip, the other one pointing the spatula at them, âAlright, enough, or both of you arenât getting dinner.â
Sylus â· ââââââ · ·
Sylus has a daughter, a son, and another on the way!
Heâd spoil them ROTTENNNNNN. I mean, he buys you dresses, gives you his black card to spend as much as you want, what more would he do for your children? Or rather, what wouldnât he do for them?
He would definitely be the type to let your children learn how to do things on their own, even if they are clearly struggling. He lives by the âtheyâll never learn if they donât do it themselves.â idea - he literally says "I prefer the cold and things that make me strong."
Although, he would yield after a little while when theyâre clearly upset and wailing, but more often than not, with some gentle encouragement, heâd get them to figure out how to do it themselves - climbing thing, opening boxed, pulling out chairs, etc.
It gets a little troublesome since they become explorative - he often has to use his Evol to reign them back in. Although, the children squeal in delight when theyâre lifted into the air and land in their fatherâs arms.
Mephisto is surprisingly gentle with your little ones, keeping his claws and beak out of range because it could hurt them, but also because they wouldnât hesitate to grab it XD
Luke and Kieran are often on babysitting duty so that you and Sylus can go out - Honestly, this is why you have another baby on the way. ( ͥ° ÍÊ ÍĄÂ°)
Sylus would totally hum to your belly, always off-tune, but he definitely would.
ANYWAY
Today, youâre out on an errand and your baby boy is absolutely crying to bits so Sylus and your daughter are trying their best to calm him down
Sylus has your daughter on his shoulders as he changes your sonâs diaper. Your daughter has her hands in his hair as she makes silly faces down at her brother to try and distract him from crying.
By the time you come home, itâs quite late and you find that they are all sprawled out in the middle of the living room floor, toys scattered about and a kids show playing in the background.
Your son is splayed out on Sylus chest while your daughter is on her stomach, across Sylusâ stomach XD
You chuckle a lightly at their positioning
The lack of sleep must have finally caught up to Sylus, huh? You think
As you come closer you realise that your son is awake - heâs cooing with a fist in his mouth, drooling all over Sylusâ shoulder.
With a little difficulty, you kneel down onto the floor to slip your son out from Sylusâ arms. Slow and steady⊠The last few times youâve tried, Sylusâ eyes would snap open, on high alert -because who would dare try to take his precious angels.
Anyways, you decided that Sylus probably needs the sleep, especially since youâre pregnant again, heâs been so on edge
You cradle your son in one arm, and with the other, you run your hand through Sylusâ hair - which he subconsciously leans into.
Then, you lean down to place a light kiss on your daughterâs cheek, although leaning down has become a challenge in itself with your growing belly.
With the support of a nearby armchair, you stand yourself up.
You make your way over to the cushioned rocking chair in the corner of the room, cradling your son to your chest to feed him.
Just as he finishes, your daughterâs slowly sits up from where she was laying. She rubs at her eyes and blinks sleepily - a vibrant red, like her fatherâs, peeking through.
She looks around the room and gasps in delight when her eyes land on you, âMama!â
She takes a few steps to you and then stops midway to look back at her father. She hurriedly grabs the throw blanket from the armchair and throws it across her father, uncaring of whether it covered him properly or not.
âHi, mama.â She greets you as she climbs to sit in your lap
âHi, sweetie.â You gently caress her face, âHow was your day?â
âMmmâŠâ She quirks her lips, âWell, little bubba was crying a lot, like, a lot, a lot.â
You chuckle as she spreads her arms all the way apart.
âBut I missed you." She nuzzles into your shoulder, "Daddy did too, he kept looking at the clock.â
Hehe, ever the observant girl your daughter was.
âAww, I missed you, and daddy, and bubba as well.â You press little pecks to her face and nuzzle your nose with hers to which she giggles. Like tinkling bells in the wind.
Zayne â· ââââââ · ·
I feel like Zayne would have a son and a daughter. Your son would be quite a few years older than her though
Some days, Zayne would take them to work, subtly showing them off to his colleagues
Greyson never misses the opportunity to pinch their cheeks and ruffle their hair, âThey both look like a mini Dr. Zayne."
Zayne may have all those awards and trophies lining his office walls, but his pride and joy will always be his children
He may not outwardly express it, but he absolutely cherishes them - reading them bedtime stories, tucking them in with the lightest kiss upon their foreheads
I imagine your son would be very studious, having read most of the books occupying the shelves of Zayneâs office. He would be quite curious, exploring the hospital and asking the doctors all sorts of questions that they themselves do not even have the answers to.
He would be your little gentleman, learning from his father, pulling out chairs and opening doors.
Your daughter would probably be a little shy, always having a fist clenched on her daddyâs clothes or holding onto his hands, or rather his fingers.
Her big brother wouldnât hesitate to get her whatever she wanted or take her wherever she wishes - your familyâs little princess
As much of a workaholic Zayne is, and as much as he wants to provide for you and your little family, he would have no problems lessening his hours to spend time with you and the children
It doesnât matter how tired he is from a long day of endless surgeries, he would just as eagerly play with them in the living room
âHere, Dad, have a turn.â
âWhat is it?â Zayne removes his coat and drapes it over the couchâs armrest.
âUncle Greyson bought it for us.â Your son leads Zayne over to the living room table.
âUncle Greyson, huh?â
Your son brushes over the comment and continues to explain the little toy, âYou have to take these plastic organs and bacteria out without touching the edges or else it beeps and his nose flashes a red light.â
Ever the steady-handed surgeon, Zayne takes them all out without a problem.
âDaddy,â your daughter clutches at the fabric of Zayneâs dress shirt. âI want to try.â
Zayne beckons her over to stand in front of him where he can support her little hands holding the plastic forceps
On the off chance that you are not with them, Zayne would get them sweet treats on the way home
âItâll be our little secret.â Zayne whispers, with a finger pressed to his lips
your son and daughter giggle in their seats and happily gobble up spoonfuls of the dessert
It isnât long before they all start having toothaches and receive a scolding from you
On family vacations, you all end up in a cabin up in the mountains of Snowcrest (at the request of your sweet little angels)
Zayne is more than happy to teach them how to snowboard,
Much to your surprise, as your daughter grew older, you found that she was quite proficient in snowboarding
But there used to be times where Zayne made them little tiaras and crowns of ice and built little ice castle with them using his Evol
Xavier â· ââââââ · ·
Sleeps as much as your newborn son, if not more, and your eldest son has inherited his fatherâs incredible appetite.
When youâre not at home, Xavier nearly burns the house down trying to make food for them, so once your son was old enough, he opted to learn how to cook - having his father as an assistant because, you know⊠they need supervision or something XD
Xavier would definitely read them bed time stories
His voice is so soft and mellow, they would fall asleep so quickly
Not much of a surprise considering that Xavier falls asleep at the drop of a hat
But on days when they have nightmares, Xavier would use his Evol to create little bunnies and flowers that float around in their bedroom
and when sleep finally overtook them, he would tuck their blankets around them and whisper,
âSweet dreams, my little starlight.â
Most days, in your lounge, your younger son would be crawling all over Xavier as he laid on the floor.
âArghh, the monsterâs got me.â he would jokingly say.
Your older son would then come in with a cardboard sword, gently tapping his little brother on the back to slay the monster
Xavier cradles the young one in his arms, âAnd the hero has saved the day once again!â He lifts the infant up into the air and receives a toothless smile.
âJust like you and mommy!â Your son beams down at Xavier, sword and shield still poised, âYou keep us safe from all the wanderers, right? I wanna be just like you and mommy.â
Xavier just smiles - the kind that crinkles the corners of his eyes, âWell, we better start training, huh?â Xavier ruffles your sonâs hair.
Although he may not be as well-off as Sylus, he definitely would do his best to spoil them, bringing them to amusement parks, buying them little star lamps for their bedrooms, taking them to the arcade and playing kitty cards with them.
One time, you all went on a holiday to this guest house in the forest. When you asked him how he knew about this place he replied with:
âI befriended the uncle that runs this guesthouse while I went fishing that one time.â
Xavier would take them hiking, showing your sons the most scenic views in the forest
when night time came, all four of you were laying down on a blanket, gazing at the stars
Today, heâs taken you to a cherry blossom park. Heâs got your eldest son on his shoulders, and your little one in a baby carrier at his front.
Your eldest son is reaching up trying to grasp at the pink petals some of which fall onto your youngestâs head.
Xavier quickly lets go of your hand, which he was holding, to brush them out of your babyâs face. (heâs using the other one to stabilise your sonâs leg over his shoulder)
Just as quickly, he grasps your hand once more.
You squeeze his hand lightly, âLet me take the carrier from you, Xavier.â
âNo, itâs okay.â He quickly refuses, âI want to carry them both. It wonât be long before theyâll be too big to do so.â
AHHHHAAA, I'm finally finished with exams, so I'll be able to write more often. Yahooooo ~(ËâŸË~)
But brooooo, the Lads with KIDSSSSS I CAN DIE HAPPY
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đay đœwenty.
logan howlett and overheard conversation.
you had been feeling off for days. something nagging at you, pulling you into a spiral of self-doubt. it wasn't like logan to pull away. sure, he could be distant sometimes, but that was just him. you were used to his gruff exterior, the way he seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. but this felt different, and the thought had been gnawing at you, churning in your gut like a bad omen.
it was late afternoon when you overheard it. you hadnât meant to listen in, not really, but it was hard to miss when loganâs voice carried through the hallway, rough and low. he was talking to someone - jean, you thought, by the sound of her voice.
"look, i just canât be dealing with all that right now," logan was saying, and your steps faltered as you rounded the corner. you couldn't see them, but you could hear the frustration in his tone, the kind that made your heart sink. "too much⊠too fuckinâ clingy. i donât have time for it."
the words hit you like a punch in the gut, knocking the air from your lungs. you took a step back, your pulse pounding in your ears. he wasnât talking about you, was he? no, it couldnât be. except⊠it wasnât like you hadnât noticed how distant heâd been lately. the way he avoided eye contact, kept his replies short. it felt like he was pulling away, and now, you wondered if maybe that was exactly what was happening.
you withdrew to your room, the hurt settling deep in your chest, heavy like a stone. the days that followed blurred together, and you did your best to give him space. you werenât sure if it was the right thing to do, but you couldnât bring yourself to push, to ask him what was really going on. so, you kept your distance, hoping that maybe it would help, that maybe it would make things easier on him.
logan, for his part, seemed to notice the change. you could tell from the way his brow furrowed when you didnât meet his gaze, the way his hand twitched as if he was about to reach for you before thinking better of it. but he didnât ask. and you didnât say anything.
one evening, nearly a week later, you found yourself in the kitchen, the room dimly lit as you stirred a pot of soup on the stove. you tried to focus on the rhythmic motion, the heat curling against your face, but your thoughts kept wandering back to that day, to the sound of his voice saying you were too much.
"hey," loganâs voice came from behind you, startling you enough that you almost dropped the spoon. you turned to find him standing in the doorway, his eyes narrowing slightly at the way you tensed.
"hey," you replied, your voice quieter than you intended. "didn't hear you come in."
he grunted in acknowledgment, stepping closer, his eyes flicking over your face, like he was searching for something you werenât ready to give. "been avoidin' me?" he asked, his voice low, careful.
your fingers tightened around the spoon, and you turned back to the stove, forcing yourself to keep stirring. "just⊠been busy, thatâs all."
"thatâs fuckinâ bull," he replied, blunt as always. "somethin's goin' on with you. and don't try to tell me otherwise."
the words were right there on the tip of your tongue, ready to spill out like a dam breaking. but the thought of confronting him, of opening up that wound, made your throat tighten. what if he confirmed it? what if he really thought you were too much? "i'm fine," you said, but even to you, it sounded hollow.
logan stepped closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off him, the familiar scent of pine and leather. "you're not," he insisted, his voice gruffer than usual, like he was fighting to keep his own frustration at bay. "youâve been avoidinâ me for days. if i did somethinâ, you need to tell me, baby."
your hands trembled slightly, and you gripped the spoon harder to steady yourself. "itâs not important," you murmured, but the words felt like a lie. you turned off the stove, setting the spoon down before you faced him, your gaze dropping to the floor as your vision began to blur. "just⊠forget it."
logan reached out then, his fingers wrapping gently around your wrist, keeping you from retreating any further. "donât do that," he said, and there was a rawness in his voice that cut through your resolve, fraying the edges. "donât shut me out."
you swallowed hard, your throat tightening painfully. "i overheard you," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. "the other day. you were talking to jean. you said⊠you said i was too much." you lifted your gaze, the hurt spilling out despite your attempts to hold it back. "if you donât want me around, logan, you couldâve just said so."
for a moment, he just stared at you, his expression unchanging. then, something in his gaze softened, and his grip on your wrist tightened just slightly, as if grounding himself. "what the hell are you talkinâ about?" he asked, his brows drawing together in confusion.
"you said i was clingy," you said, the words rushing out before you could second-guess them. "that you didnât have time for it."
loganâs eyes widened slightly, and then he exhaled a rough, almost exasperated breath. "oh baby⊠you got it all wrong," he said, shaking his head. "i wasnât talkinâ about you. jean was askin' if i could help out with some training sessions. she was sayin' i was stretchin' myself too thin, takinâ on too much. thatâs all."
the explanation hit you like a gust of wind, leaving you momentarily off balance. "you⊠werenât talking about me?" you repeated, your voice small, almost fragile.
"no, darlin'," he replied, his tone rough but gentle. "never."
the relief washed over you in a wave, but it was tainted by the lingering sting of doubt, the way it had burrowed under your skin, making a home there. "i⊠i just thoughtâŠ" you trailed off, biting your lip. "i thought you didnât want me around anymore. youâve been distant, and i didnât want to be a burden."
loganâs jaw tightened, and before you could pull away, he was tugging you closer, wrapping his arms around you in a firm embrace. "you ainât a burden," he said, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "donât you ever think that."
you hesitated for a moment, then let yourself sink into the comfort of his arms, pressing your face against his chest. his hand moved to your hair, stroking it gently as he held you close, the steady rhythm of his breathing grounding you, chasing away the remnants of your doubt.
"you scared the hell outta me," he muttered, his tone softening as his fingers continued to comb through your hair. "thought you were pullinâ away âcause you didnât want me around anymore."
you shook your head, wrapping your arms around him a little tighter. "never," you whispered, the word catching in your throat. "just⊠got in my head, i guess."
loganâs hold on you tightened, and he shifted, pulling you into his lap as he settled back against the kitchen counter. his hand kept stroking your hair, and the other rested on your back, his thumb tracing gentle circles there. "youâre stuck with me, you know that, kid?" he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "i ainât goinâ anywhere. and i sure as hell ainât gettinâ tired of you."
you let out a small, shaky breath, leaning into him, the weight of your earlier fears slowly melting away. "promise?" you asked, your voice muffled against his chest.
logan huffed a quiet laugh, his breath warm against your temple. "damn right, i promise," he said, his tone soft and sure. "youâre it for me, darlinâ. wouldnât want anyone else."
the words settled over you like a balm, soothing the raw edges of your heart, and you nestled closer, letting the warmth of his embrace seep into your bones. there was a long stretch of quiet then, just the sound of his steady breathing and the feel of his hand in your hair, and you let yourself drift in it, content to stay wrapped up in him for as long as heâd let you.
"you know," he said after a while, his voice a low murmur, "next time somethinâs botherinâ you, you gotta tell me, alright? canât have you thinkinâ iâd ever wanna be anywhere else but with you."
you nodded, your eyes fluttering shut as you pressed a kiss to his collarbone. "i will," you promised, your voice soft. "iâm sorry i⊠didnât say anything sooner."
loganâs fingers curled in your hair, and he kissed the top of your head again, his lips lingering there. "itâs alright," he murmured. "weâre alright."
and for the first time in days, you believed it.
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This is embarrassing - M. Verstappen (2)
Summary: Y/n and Max meet again at the slopes. Part one Part three
And the next day was even busier on the slopes. The last time it was so extremely crowded at the ski lift... Three years ago. It almost looked like people were waiting for a Harry Styles concert. It was a beautiful day, but not a special day. Well, it was Christmas Day, but usually, it would be quiet on the slopes.
Y/n was watching the chaos from a distance. Her plan was to ski for an hour, but suddenly, she didn't look forward to it anymore. She removed her helm from her head and grabbed the skies from the ground. Time to go home. An annoyed feeling flowed through her veins. She hoped that she could some time on the slopes, just to relax - well, to empty her mind - and then to get ready for the evening. For a moment, she longed for a lockdown again; no people, no queues, not having to share the slopes with anyone. Y/n turned around and made her way to the exit, passing everyone complaining about the busyness.
Her eyes fell on someone who was struggling to remove his skies from his boots. Y/n walked towards them. "Do you need some help?"
"Oh, yes, please. I can't get those off."
Y/n explained to the person how to do it.
"I always feel so stupid when it doesn't work." The person put off the goggles and removed the helmet. A smile came on his face. "Hey, you, again."
A smile grew on her face. "We keep bumping into each other," she smirked.
Max noticed that the young woman was an easy talker and joked around. "It's almost getting too notable." He took a deep breath. "Thanks, for this. But, err, I really need to go to the restroom, so I'm gonna go."
"Yes, sure. I wont hold you up any longer." She grabbed her gear from the ground again and saw how Max walked in the opposite direction from the restrooms. "Hey!" Y/n stepped towards him. "It's the other direction," she said, pointing behind her.
"Yes, I know. But the queue is long. And I can hold it up for a bit longer."
"Oh, okay," she nodded.
Max walked away again. It was a good day to go out, and he wasn't the only one who thought about it like that. The entire village thought like that. Today was more about waiting than skiing. Max looked next to him, and the young woman was walking behind him. They made eye contact, and she shared an awkward smile. "It's busy out there," he said to her.
She nodded. "Unfortunately," she mentioned. "How many times did you manage to get up there?"
"Four times now, since this morning. You?"
"Zero." She sighed. "I was about to hit the slopes, but then I saw the queue and turned around."
"You're late."
"Yeah, I hoped that everyone would be too drunk because of the AprĂšs-ski and would get ready for their Christmas dinner," she honestly shared.
Max couldn't help it, but he laughed. "That's quite the strategy." He looked in front of them. "I feel like it's much busier than before."
"It's the same as before Covid, actually. But it looks busier."
"Ah, makes sense."
"And during Covid, when we were open, only the guests from the resort had access. And now everyone has access again."
He nodded. "Fully back to normal."
"Yep." Y/n struggled to carry her skies, which annoyed her more. "Where do you stay?"
"Other side of the village," he replied. "We're renting a house. It's called Maison de Neige."
"Ah, that's a lovely house. Far away, though."
He looked at her and noticed the somewhat judgy look. He knew it sounded stupid. Why go to your accommodation to go to the bathroom on the other side of the village when there's a restroom nearby? "I know, I know. But it was so busy."
"Yeah, I mean, I would do the same," she agreed. "You know what? I live there," she pointed at a house across the street. "If you want to, you can use the toilet. Saves you some time."
Max raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure?" He scanned the houses in the street. He thought those were holiday accommodations since all of them looked huge.
Y/n nodded. "Yes. It's no problem."
For a moment, Max hesitated. Could he trust her? But on the other hand, she didn't look like a person who would take advantage of him. "What is your name, actually?"
"Oh, yes, right. My name is Y/n," she introduced herself.
"Nice to meet you, Y/n. I'm Max."
"I know," she whispered. "Nice to meet you, too." Y/n zipped her coat open and grabbed her keys. She opened the door that led to the garage.
Max followed her inside. He closed the door behind him and looked around. On the left side, one car was parked. On the other side, he saw a lot of ski gear. In the middle of the garage was a wooden bench to undress from the thick layers of ski gear. And that was what Y/n did. He followed her attitude.
"The relief when taking those boots off..." She got up and waited for him.
He put his helmet on the bench next to him and got up as well. "...heavenly," he dreamingly said and followed her upstairs. His eyes fell on the photos on the wall of the hall; a lot of family photos.
"Eh, here is the toilet," Y/n said and opened a door in the hall.
She left Max by going to the kitchen. Now she wasn't going to the slopes anymore, she wanted to treat herself to a glass of hot chocolate for the disappointment. Treat yourself. But now, did she need to ask Max if he also wanted a glass? She invited him over, but just for the use of the toilet. What if he thought this was weird? Y/n grabbed her hoodie that was hanging over the bar stool in the kitchen, put it on and stepped into her slippers. She leaned against the kitchen counter, debating her decision. If he says yes, give him hot chocolate. If he says no, nothing else will happen. It's not the end of the world.
"Thank you."
Y/n looked up and saw Max standing in the hall. She friendly smiled. "No problem," she said. "And, eh... This may sound weird, but I'm gonna make some hot chocolate. Do you want a glass too?" She was waiting for his reaction. "It's okay if you want to go back..." she quietly added.
"Can't say no to hot chocolate," he responded with a smile and entered the kitchen. "And it's not like it will be less busy now, on the slopes."
"Fair." Y/n heated some chocolate milk.
"No offence," Max broke the silence. He only had seen the kitchen, but the kitchen looked new and modern. And the size of the house was big; he assumed the entire property was one home. And the car in the garage was the new Volvo. "But what do you do for a living to live in a house like this?"
She looked at him and smirked. "It's my parents' house."
"Yeah, okay, I already thought so," he made the assumption. "But even then. They say it's expensive to live in this area."
"It is," she confirmed, pouring the hot chocolate into two cups. "Whipped cream?"
"Yes, please."
Y/n grabbed the whipped cream from the fridge and put it on the hot chocolate. "So, yeah. It's not like my dad is the mayor of the village, but he is in charge of the slopes; the maintenance, staff, etcetera. And my mum is the general manager of Blue."
"Blue?"
"The resort." She handed over the hot chocolate and sat down on one of the stools at the kitchen island.
"Thanks." He sat down next to her.
Whenever Y/n would say that her parents were a big name in the village, she was scared that people would think that she would use that position for herself. She was proud of her parents, but... "So yeah, the daughter of."
"How is that like?" Max could perhaps fill in the answer, but he wanted to keep the conversation going. He ate some of the whipped cream.
"I would say lonely; they are barely home. We always have to postpone the holidays to moments when it's not busy. But on the other hand, my brother and I help them, so we always have something to do around here. And I really can't complain about where I live."
He nodded. "Yeah, I can imagine... It has its pros and cons?"
She nodded as well and carefully took a sip from her drink.
"I'm barely home as well."
"You know how it feels from the other side," she quietly mentioned and smirked to keep the conversation light. "But," Y/n started and smiled, "what will you be doing tonight?"
Today was Christmas. "We're staying at the Maison and making dinner on our own. We spend the evening at the restaurant yesterday. Yesterday we dressed up; today, we wear the ugliest Christmas jumper."
A smile grew on Y/n's face. "Sounds good."
"And you?"
"My parents said that they might be off for the evening. And if that isn't the case, my brother and I will relax, have a Christmas film marathon and eat too much food." Y/n stroked a piece of hair behind her ear. "It sounds like we don't have friends or other family, but they already have plans."
"I'm not judging you. Who am I to judge?"
You are Max Verstappen.
"Besides, I prefer lazy Christmas evenings over busy, formal, perfect-not-so-perfect Christmas diners where you can't be yourself," he added.
She pushed the corners of her mouth down and looked impressed. "You have a point there."
"See."
"I don't know, it sounds so pathetic. A 24-year-old celebrating Christmas on the couch."
"I think a lot of 24-year-olds are jealous of you. Secretly," Max comforted her and lightly shrugged. "But, now I am here with a knower of the slopes. When is it quiet on the slopes?"
Y/n took a sip of the hot chocolate and licked her lips when she could feel the whipped cream on them. "Tomorrow morning," she replied. "And the morning after New Year. When the slopes open at 8 o'clock, to 9 o'clock-ish. No one wants to be there in the morning after a holiday with a hangover or a lack of sleep," she chuckled.
"Will you be there?"
"Oh, absolutely," she replied without hesitation. "I can't say no to an almost empty slope during the peak days."
A laugh rolled over his lips. "I like how dedicated you are."
Y/n held up her shoulders and looked proud of her knowledge. "Quality over quantity," she playfully said.
"As you should."
"You can join me, if you want. We're going with the family."
He squinted and thought about it. An empty slope? Fantastic. But with a hangover or only a few hours of sleep? Meh. "Let me think about that."
"Of course, no stress. We're leaving at half past seven. I will see if you will be downstairs tomorrow." She took the last sip of the hot chocolate.
Max nodded, emptying his cup as well. "Thank you for the hot chocolate, it was good," he smiled. "I'm going back to the Maison, calling it a day."
"I'm glad it was."
They made their way to the garage below the house, and Max put on his gear again, ready to enter the cold again. Well, it wasn't that cold, but it also wasn't warm. A decent temperature, but on the colder side to ski.
"Thanks again," Max smiled and opened the backdoor that led to the street. He was holding his skies and helmet in his hands, really showing he would go to his own place.
Y/n crossed her arms in front of her chest when the cold circled around her body. She smiled. "No need to thank me. Merry Christmas, Max."
"Merry Christmas," he smiled. "And maybe I will see you tomorrow morning. Half past seven, right?"
She nodded. "On the dot," she playfully said.
A chuckle escaped his mouth, and he stepped away, turning his back to her. "We will see," he mentioned and threw his hand with helmet in the air.
The smile on Y/n's mouth became wider, and she shook her head. Meeting him was the last thing that she expected, let alone drinking hot chocolate with him. She closed the door and locked it again. Her eyes fell on her ski gear, she didn't tidy it up. A sigh left her mouth, and she picked up her skies, placing them in their holder on the wall. She grabbed her boots and put them on the side. When she grabbed her helmet from the bench, the backdoor opened.
"Hey, Y/n/n,â her brother's voice filled the garage. Theodore grinned when he looked at his sister. He was wearing his teacher's ski outfit, meaning he got back straight from the slopes.
Y/n raised her eyebrows, and an annoying look came on her face. She hated that nickname, and he knew that. "Piss off," she mumbled. "Close the door for the cold."
"Good..." The deep voice of her dad said. When he stepped in, he was looking at his watch. "...afternoon," he finished when he saw it was a few minutes before six o'clock. Her dad was dressed normally; trousers, leather boots, a trendy coat.
"Ah, how cosy," a female voice then filled the air. A woman entered the garage, wearing her work clothes, and closed the door, locking it. "When was the last time we all stood in the garage at the same time?" The mother was widely smiling.
A soft smile grew on Y/n's face. "Are we all home tonight?"
"Yes."
"Yup."
"Absolutely."
Something she never thought would happen. She hoped for it, knew it was unrealistic, but this... A Christmas present to the family. "Love it," Y/n smiled and grabbed her coat. She brought her helmet and coat upstairs and stored them in the closet. She got to the kitchen and put the two used cups in the dishwasher.
âY/n/n,â mum said when entering the kitchen. "Shall we make dinner in an hour?"
"Yes, sure."
"Do I need to help with anything?" Dad put on the coffee machine and leaned against the counter while crossing his arms in front of his chest.
Mum took a deep breath. "Uh..." She looked around the kitchen. "Let's just relax for a bit. My brain is a sponge." She left the kitchen with a glass of water in her hand and a yawn that escaped her lips.
"What's on the menu?" Dad asked his daughter. "And do you want a cup of coffee?"
"A cappuccino, please," Y/n replied. "And we have carpaccio, salmon with veggies and tiramisu," she mentioned and opened the fridge. "But we have to make the tiramisu since it was sold out."
"Let's make the tiramisu, then we will set the table and do the rest," he replied. "Mum has an extremely busy time; let's give her some rest. I think we need tonight simple anyway. Dinner and then watch a movie. I'm exhausted, everyone is exhausted."
Theodore entered the kitchen. "Sounds like a plan. Honestly, I'm not even dressing up. I'm gonna shower and put on a Christmas jumper, and that is all I will give you tonight." He yawned. "I've seen so many people today, I am overcooked."
"Was your class fun?" Dad asked his son and made a coffee for Y/n. "Coffee?"
Theodore nodded at his last question. "Yes, please. And the class... I have this annoying child I have to deal with, but overall, it's fine. Glad we have nothing tomorrow."
"Are we still doing the ski trip at eight tomorrow?" Y/n then asked.
"I say yes, but only if I have the energy for it," Theodore breathed.
"I will go, it's the only time I can go," dad breathed.
Part three
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€đČđ . âŻâŻâŻ multiple pet names, possessive thoughts, mentions of blowjobs(m.) and sex, just a very gentle guy who loves his girl more than anything.
âȘ©âȘš boyfriend!joshua whose instagram is filled to the brim with pictures of his beautiful girl, sometimes he forgets to tag you but itâs okay because it takes no sherlock holmes to figure out your username since he only follows your account and a naruto fanpage.Â
âȘ©âȘš boyfriend!joshua who wants you to meet his parents in less than a month into the relationship, itâs extremely important to him to make it as clear as possible that he is serious about you, leaves no room for overthinking at all, always a step ahead of you in the âwould you still love me if i was a worm?â department, the best boy indeed.Â
âȘ©âȘš boyfriend!joshua who would rather take a bullet than let you pay for literally anything, because how dare you even suggest paying for your own things? as if you donât know the only reason he works so hard itâs exactly so he can pamper you endlessly? the absolute nerve of you, better get on your knees and start apologizing.
âȘ©âȘš boyfriend!joshua who is the sassiest and most dramatic guy youâve ever been with, but can not for the life of him handle the thought of you doing any work at all, in every aspect, which, ironically, sometimes makes you work even harder to get what you want.
âȘ©âȘš boyfriend!joshua who makes it the worldâs most difficult challenge to accept receiving head from you for the first time, he enjoys being the one doing all of the work to make you feel good, he just couldnât see how blowing him off would please you at all so he keeped denying(while completely ignoring the tent forming rapidly in his grey sweatpants) until you begged too sweetly, so softly, looking at him with so much adoration and love, like you wanted nothing more than to please him, he could have finished right there but instead he shook his head and sat down in the bed, ready to give his princess anything she could ever want, just like he promised he would! even if what she wanted was to kneel in front of him and try to fit his thick cock into her little mouth for a while.
âȘ©âȘš boyfriend!joshua who uses every opportunity that stumbles across his way to show off his huge arms, itâs a win-win scenario, he gets to feel all hot and manly and you get to hold onto your boyfriendâs strong biceps everywhere you go and get carried on bride style after a night out that, honestly, didnât even leave you that drunk, but since he offered to carry you, who would ever say no?
âȘ©âȘš boyfriend!joshua who adores your nails and is always super excited to see the results of your nail appointments, asks for pictures during the whole process, sends you food when itâs taking too long, and finally when the nails are done, heâs there to pick you up in his shiny car, more than ready to do the last step of your nail day, which is putting them to the test, the scratch test.Â
âȘ©âȘš boyfriend!joshua who just canât help but adore when you leave him all marked up, he loves it, and how can you blame him? was he supposed to be normal about having proof straight on his body of just how good he made you feel last night? how could you even consider he'd do such a thing? this man is not normal about you in general.Â
âȘ©âȘš boyfriend!joshua who knows your entire wardrobe like the back of his hand, half of it because he bought it, the other half because of how often heâs watching you, definitely a âi look at you more often than you thinkâ kinda guy. heâs very proud of just how well he knows his baby.
âȘ©âȘš boyfriend!joshua who remembers all of your food preferences and orders, knows all of your allergies, all of your icks and all of your friendâs gossips because heâs just so well behaved! he won't tell anyone, he never would! he's your joshy! you can trust him to keep all of your secrets, forever.
âȘ©âȘš boyfriend!joshua whoâs very open about the fact that he wants to marry you, live the rest of your lives together, maybe with a kid if youâre into that, maybe just dogs if thatâs better for you, he got his own wishes when it comes to creating a family, but at the end of the day; this man has one priority, and she has a name. whatever is best for you, itâs the best for him.
âȘ©âȘš husband!joshua who no matter how long it has passed since you got married, has not lost even a little bit of his obsession with you. his precious flower, his cute little thing, his darling, his sweet girl, thatâs all youâll ever be to him, all his to love and protect, forever.
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Telegraph Road 1977 & 2024 - Lando Norris
SUMMARY: For Lando, the words "first love" just make him think of his childhood neighbour. Then, his heart breaks a little when he remembers she's somewhere in San Francisco. How surprised he is when it turns out you're much closer - in an apartment across the hall. Lando couldn't be more grateful for the strange mysteries that led you to this doorway.
WC: 983
Everybody has those moments when they are suddenly reminded of someone they knew long ago. Old classmates, kids from summer camp, playground friends â people who once were part of your daily life but now you think about them maybe once a year if not less often. Those silent questions of âI wonder what happened to them?â come and go just as quickly, like a golden brown leaf carried by the wild, autumn wind.
Lando is something of an exception to that rule. The thoughts of his old neighbour never quite leave him, as though his autumn is more of a perpetuity than a season. Despite the passage of time, that curious quirk of his stuck. However, the why has changed. While still a child, heâd ponder the memories of you simply out of longing. It is only natural when oneâs closest companion is gone one day. Then, as his young heart began revolving around crushes, dates and girlfriends, Lando suffered an epiphany. Finally, he understands! It was as if on some random Tuesday lightning had struck him â it was love he felt for you, not just friendship. And what a tale of oneâs first love it told! âWe were inseparable, soulmates, if you will, when one day she moved away and I never heard from her again.â Truly, a drama worth a thousand novels.
Little does he know, that those strange mysteries that separate lovers, sometimes lead them to each otherâs doorwaysâŠ
Lando is closing his front door, when the sound of paws tapping the floor grabs his attention. Without much thought, he looks down the corridor.
The tapping belongs to a rather happy-looking Scottish setter. He recognizes the breed only because heâs spent his childhood running around a small British town with you and two of those dogs. Despite the lingering memories of the past, Lando doesnât mind the pet any longer, again focusing on his own things. Then, a strangely familiar voice distracts him again:
âCome on, Axel! Weâll have plenty of time to make friends later.â
Almost giving himself whiplash, Lando looks for the source of the sound. Could it be�
Youâre a little surprised when you hear someone calling out your name in a questioning manner. As far as you know, none of your friends live in Monaco. So how come someone here knows you? Fixing your grip on the box labelled Kitchen, you take a look around the corridor.
For a moment, you think youâre just seeing things. But youâve stared at that face for so long, you could recognize him in the darkest, most inexplicable fever dream; the face that youâve associated with home for your whole life.
âOh my God, Lando Norris!â you exclaim between chuckles. âI canât believe it!â
His cheeks redden a little. âYou remember me?â The question has a distinct tone of surprise.
âOf course I do! You were my best friend,â you say. âWell, the only friend for a few years,â you add, your voice noticeably quieter than before.
âWhat are you doing here? I thought your family moved to San Francisco.â
It is only then that Lando truly sees who youâve become throughout all those years away. Perhaps you are more beautiful than he could imagine but youâre also much sadder. Thereâs a wistful look in your eye, a tell-tale sign of maturity that is only born out of tears. He can only wonder what pains have brought you back to him.
âAt first, it was San Francisco, then New York, Chicago, L.A⊠I never fit in anywhere. Theyâre all very lonely cities, you know?â Just for a second, your eyes become glossy. His heart feels a painful sting that only gets worse as you force a wide smile on your face. Youâve had practice in faking happiness, havenât you? âBut enough about me, itâs not that interesting,â you say in a casual tone. âCongratulations on your driving career. Seriously, youâre amazing. Would it be creepy if I admitted now that Iâve watched every single one of your races?â
âNot as creepy as admitting Iâve stalked your social media and never followed you because I thought you donât remember me.â
âAre you dead serious right now?â Landoâs sheepish smile earns a loud laugh from you. âYou should have tried anyway!â
âFunny that youâre the one to say that,â he retorts. âWhy didnât you message me if youâre such a big fan?â
Flustered, you look away for a moment. âHonestly, I thought it would be weird,â you confess. âI was sure youâd forgotten all about me and pulling this âwe were childhood friendsâ schtick now that youâre famous would be so embarrassing. Youâre this top-of-the-top racing driver and Iâm, well, me.â A bitter chuckle comes after your words but the faux amusement isnât enough to fool Lando.
âYouâre staying for long in Monaco?â His question is accompanied by a light gesture towards the box in your arms.
âAs long as they donât fire me, I guess.â That strange, sad laughter again. âListen, you look like you have somewhere to be and Iâve already taken up too much of your time. You could come by in the evening, catch up if you want?â Your tone rises, revealing uncertainty about whether the invitation is welcome.
But to him, the answer is obvious. âIâd love that.â
You give him one last smile, then disappear behind the door to your apartment.
In some sense, he has you back. Not the girl he remembers, no. Something innate seems to be gone from your soul but Lando lacks the words to name the change. The sights, the loves, the pains â whatever it was that took your life on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, it sprouted melancholy in the very marrows of your bones.
âWhat happened to you?â he whispers to himself.
The only answer that comes is muffled footsteps and the shuffling of cardboard boxes.
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Give Up/Give In Pt 5
TF Earthspark Megatron x Reader
âą It chafes at him watching Dorothy go inside to get Alex. His attention dropping to your still form slumped in his servos as soon as sheâs out of sight. He can feel the steady beat of your heart and your breathing, those things reassuring him. They seem normal, but he really has no idea what they should feel like. Your weight next to nothing in his palm as he curls his servos about you. Needing to do something and unable to help. Not knowing how.
âą Alex and Dorothy lift you from his hands, carrying you to the minivan and he doesnât like the way one of your little arms dangles or the way your head lolls against Alexâs shoulder. He knows youâre in good hands, the safest, but youâre his responsibility not theirs. As they belt you in, he transforms and follows from above. Watching over you as best he can.
âą Your alarm clockâs beeping nonstop, the world around you a confusing, bright smear as you try to find the clock, something pulling painfully at the inside of your elbow and you break out in a cold sweat. Heart racing, you realize youâre lying in a hospital bed, an IV running to your arm. The attached monitor beeping as you lay your head back, exhaustion dragging you back down. Remembering a deep voice telling you to breathe.
âą They keep you for days while he patrols the airspace around the hospital, only leaving to refuel when necessary. Aware that heâs being noticed, but unwilling to leave. Optimus has gotten involved, he figures Bumblebee had told him what had happened. The Autobot leader made it clear that fighting in the middle of city airspace wasnât ideal, but had also expressed concern. That he should back off and let you be. He hadnât been able to explain the debt owed. The guilt. So he hasnât said anything. It isnât like Optimus would understand the weight of the sins he carries. And he knows you wonât make up for all the wrong heâs done, but he needs to do this. Owes it to you.
âą The woman, Dorothy, comes to get you when they finally release you. You have no idea what story she crafted to explain your injuries or the new stitches, but youâd played at not remembering anything to keep her out of trouble. Sheâd helped you, just like Megatron had. As you carefully climb into the van and lay your head back against the seat, you catch a glimpse out the window of something gray high above and wonder. It takes a bit for you to realize Dorothy is taking you back to her house, because youâre too distracted by glimpses of the Osprey among the clouds to notice much else. It is him. Why is that knowledge somehow comforting? You remember him reaching to free you from your car, that frown on his face so scary, but his gentle touch at odds with it. His deep, rumbling voice calming your panic when youâd come to inside him. Because for some reason in your pain and terror, youâd latched onto him as your safety line.
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could you do nerdy!reader x shy!eddie who is obsessed with her? i feel like that dynamic wpuld be so cute!!
Eddie has been in love with you for as long as he can remember. The second you stepped into your first Hellfire session, he had already fallen. And then you introduced yourself as you held your hand out to him and he reluctantly took it. It was soft and warm and he found himself wanting to hold it every day for the rest of his life. He offered up the seat to the left of him and he smiled. As you sat down, he just so happened to get a glimpse of the pins and patches on your bag, hearts forming in his eyes as he saw characters from Lord of the Rings and different metal bands.Â
From then on, heâs followed you around school like a lost puppy and you ate it up. Eddie thought you were just trying to be nice, but you really did like him. He was cute and sweet and he liked all of the things you did. It seemed like a perfect match and you wondered why he didnât get any of the hints you were dropping about wanting to go out with him.Â
Youâd invite him out for coffee or to come over to your house for dinner. You had even gone as far as straight up asking him out to dinner but he said he had Hellfire things to work on so you just decided that maybe you had it wrong and he didnât like you.Â
But then comes the night in his car when he drives you home from Hellfire. You stall as he pulls up to your house to give him one last chance, slowly pulling your bag from the floor board so he can make a move if he wants.Â
But he doesnât. He just lets you go and itâs then that you realize that heâs not rejecting you, heâs just clueless. So you pull the door closed and drop your backpack down on the floor as you scoot closer to him.Â
He stares at your with his lips parted as you move even closer, your thighs touching. You then reach up and push some hair out of his face before leaning closer slowly, giving him plenty of time to deny you if he really doesnât want it.
But he doesnât, leaning towards you as his hands rest on your cheeks. Your lips meet his in a soft kiss and Eddie canât believe this is what heâs been missing. Your lips are just as soft as heâs been hoping and they taste like that strawberry lip gloss he always sees you applying and goddamn is it addicting.Â
You pull back before you can get too carried away and heâs chasing your lips for another kiss before he pulls away, biting down on his bottom lip to prevent himself from going in for more. He really hopes youâll let him kiss you again tomorrow. Hopefully by his locker and he doesnât care who watches. He wants everyone to know he got the coolest girl in school.Â
âLetâs do that again sometime,â you smile and Eddie nods wordlessly, too stunned to speak. And he watches you get out of the car and go to the door, pumping his fist as you open it head inside before he pulls away from the curb, the kiss replaying in his head over and over for the rest of the night. God, heâs so in love with you.
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Could you do Reader meeting Drew at carnival or something? Reader is there with her two friends and Drew is there with his, Odessa and co. Both groups are in odd numbers, meaning someone always has to sit with a stranger during a carousel ride. This time it is Readerâs turn to sit with a stranger while her friends sit togehter. Same for Drew. Reader and Drew get put together in a ride. Some awkward tension, attraction and cuteness. As soon as they get off the ride tho, Odessa runs up to Drew hugging him, so Reader gets the impression that he is taken and is like ââOhâŠguess I wonât ask for his numberâŠ..:/ ââ and walks off. But then at some point Drew sees her again at the carnival and wellâŠâŠ.
hope you like it !!âïž the air was thick with the smell of popcorn and cotton candy, the sounds of laughter and screams from carnival rides filling the night. you, along with your two friends, were making your way through the throngs of people, the vibrant lights casting a kaleidoscope of colors around you. your friend jenna was already eyeing the ferris wheel, while casey was determined to find the most ridiculous hat she could wear for a photo op.
âcan we please go on something that wonât make me want to hurl?â you joked, clutching your stomach as you passed a spinny ride that looked like it could launch someone into orbit.
âoh, come on! whereâs your sense of adventure?â jenna teased, giving you a playful shove. âweâre here to have fun!â
just then, you caught sight of a group across the way: a guy with tousled hair, a cheeky grin plastered on his face, surrounded by a couple of friends, one of whom was waving her arms like a lunatic. you couldnât help but smirk; they looked like a band of misfits, and the guyâdrew, you overheard someone call himâhad an easy charm that was hard to ignore.
as you wandered toward the carousel, the sound of cheerful music inviting you closer, drewâs laugh carried over to you, loud and unapologetic. he had that kind of laugh that made you want to roll your eyes, but you also found yourself grinning. the carousel was in a weird configuration: you and your friends were odd-numbered, meaning one of you would have to sit with a stranger. guess who that unlucky bastard was? you.
âlooks like itâs you, champ,â casey said, nudging you forward as jenna giggled. âhave fun with your mystery date!â
you shot her a mock glare before stepping up to the ride. meanwhile, drew was being pushed by his friends toward the same ride, and you both ended up on the same horseâhis a little to the left of yours. great.
as the carousel began to spin, you shot drew a sideways glance. he looked at you, and for a moment, everything blurred into the background. âso, this is fun,â you said, trying to fill the awkward silence. âiâm thrilled to be your carousel buddy.â
âthrilled? oh, it must be my lucky day,â he replied, his smirk making your heart flutter. âwhatâs your name? or should I just call you my new favorite stranger?â
ây/n. and youâre drew, right?â
âguilty as charged. so, what brings you here? other than the joy of being awkwardly paired with a stranger on a spinning ride?â
you laughed, the sound a bit louder than you intended. âjust here for the chaos, i guess. you know, cotton candy, overpriced games, and the constant threat of nausea.â
âah, a connoisseur of fine carnivals! i like that,â he grinned, leaning closer. âi, too, have a refined taste in fine cotton candy and the thrill of potential vomiting on a carousel. itâs a true art form, really.â
you shook your head, laughing. âyouâre ridiculous. but in the best way.â
the ride continued, the two of you exchanging jokes, the initial awkwardness fading into something more comfortable. you caught yourself sneaking glances at him, taking in the way his lips curled into a smirk and how animated his expressions were. he was cuteâlike, really cute.
but as the ride slowed to a stop, reality came crashing back. you were both about to disembark when suddenly, a blur of energy rushed up to drew. âdrew!â she squealed, throwing her arms around him. it was odessa, the friend from earlier, and the two of them looked way too cozy. your heart sank as you realized that maybe drew wasnât available after all.
âoh⊠guess i wonât be asking for his number,â you muttered under your breath, forcing a smile as you stepped away. you could feel the bubble of attraction deflate like a popped balloon. you waved goodbye to your friends and started to walk away, trying to ignore the sting of disappointment.
time passed, and the carnival lights danced around you, but your mind kept drifting back to the moment with drew. you were beginning to think youâd never see him again when, out of nowhere, he came sprinting back into view. his friends were trailing behind him, and he was looking for somethingâor someone.
âhey!â he called, spotting you. you turned, a little surprised he even remembered your name. âyou didnât get my number!â
âyeah, well, you were kind of busy being hugged by odessa,â you replied, crossing your arms defensively.
âtrust me, itâs not what it looks like. we're just friends,â he said, rolling his eyes. "want to grab some cotton candy together? i promise to share, but only if youâre willing to do it like true adultsâby faceplanting into it.â
your heart did a little flip at his invitation. âokay, but only if you promise to eat it straight off the stick like civilized humans.â
drew laughed, his eyes lighting up. âdeal! and who knows, maybe we can find a ride that doesnât require sitting next to strangers. unless youâre into that. iâm not here to judge. my friends and i have a running bet on who can make the most ridiculous small talk on rides, and i could use some competition.â
he led you through the carnival, weaving between the crowds, his hand brushing against yours like he was testing the waters. your heart raced as you made your way toward the ferris wheel, its lights twinkling like a galaxy above you. âthis is the best ride for some real fun,â he said, leaning closer as you waited in line. âyou get a killer view of the carnival and the chance to make out in the moonlight if you play your cards right.â
âoh, really?â you shot back, trying to sound nonchalant, though your cheeks felt hot. âis that a guarantee?â
âiâm just saying,â he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face, âi can be pretty persuasive. or maybe itâs just the cotton candy talking.â
as you climbed into the gondola and it began to rise, the world below you shrank, the lights of the carnival twinkling like stars. you could feel the excitement building, your heart racing not just from the height but from being so close to him. drew leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. âyou know, this would be the perfect time to kiss someone,â he murmured, mischief dancing in his eyes.
âoh, is that right?â you replied, challenging him with a smirk.
âabsolutely. i mean, who wouldnât want to steal a kiss while overlooking a carnival filled with chaos?â he asked, leaning even closer until your lips were mere inches apart.
in that moment, everything else faded away. the noise of the carnival, the lights, the worldâit was just you and drew, suspended in that gondola. you could feel the heat radiating between you as you closed the gap, your lips meeting his in a soft, tentative kiss that quickly turned hungry. he tasted like cotton candy and adventure, and you lost yourself in the moment, the kiss deepening as you melted against him.
when you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, he grinned like heâd just won the jackpot. âso, how was that for some carnival fun?â he teased, clearly pleased with himself.
âdefinitely more exciting than a roller coaster,â you admitted, your heart still racing.
âwell, the night is still young,â he said, his grin widening. âletâs see what other trouble we can get into.â
as the ferris wheel creaked to a stop, you couldnât help but feel that this was just the beginning of a wild night filled with laughter, chaos, and maybe a few more kisses.
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The Gods We Can Touch Chapter Nine: Time Mends the Broken
|Aemond Targaryen x Strong!Reader|
Masterlist of Series
Summary: The older twin of Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, you were a picture of the maiden, untouched and untainted by man's sins. At least, that was what Alicent Hightower believed when she held you in her arms moments after her old friend's labors. You were her shining light, her dream. Though you were never hers, she believed you were meant to be.
What will become of you as time passes and the Queen's shining light grows within the blackened darkness? Will her eldest son's morbid fascination with the light burn the realm? Or will her second son's obsession with the only daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen change the course of the Seven Kingdoms as we know it?
Author's Note: 9.2k words later and here we are! That's almost as much as the other Ch. The Long Night. Finally, Jace and his sister talk about what's happened to them! I know some of y'all have been waiting for that. We really go deep into the reader and Aemond's dynamic in this one too. As always, thank you for your patience and happy reading! (â ïœĄâ âąÌâ áŽâ -â )â â§
Chapter Warnings:Â âšTargaryen queernessâš, melodramatic young adults, mentions of rape, Alicent being delulu, toxic relationships.
As your family arrived at the Red Keep, they quickly vanished, and your mother ordered your maids to repack your belongings. If you ever were, you were no longer welcomed in Kingâs Landing and planned to return to Dragonstone within the night. Part of you thought you would be relieved at the notion of ending your stay abruptly, seeing as you never wanted to return in the first place, yet you couldnât help but feel a sense of disappointment in the pit of your stomach as you helped Edwina collect your belongings.Â
The magnitude of the situation engulfed you, leaving you unable to carry on with your duties. While the other maids of the Keep merely cast fleeting glances in your direction, Edwina, your lady-in-waiting, observed your distress with sincere concern.
âYour Highness, are you feeling well?â Edwina asked as she finished folding a pearl and turquoise dress into your trunk.
As you nodded, you offered her a weak, forced smile, which resembled more of a grimace. Your eyes quickly darted towards your weathered, old wooden wardrobe. You couldnât quite remember if it was positioned in the same spot as it had been six years ago.
âI am,â you sighed, walking to the balcony doors. These were not welded shut as you pressed the handle. âThe day has been tiresome, and now we must depart after being here for a mere breath. I want to take a moment of solace.â
She gazed at you with a weary expression, her eyes filled with apprehension, as she observed you making your way to the overlook. As you breathed the fresh air, recollections of the last time you were on a balcony flashed before Edwina. Still, her anxiety gradually subsided as she noticed you choosing to sit on a stone bench rather than the railing.
The imposing walls of the Red Keep emanated a chilling aura that seemed to seep into your very marrow. The unknown secrets concealed within its ancient stones caused an involuntary shiver to run down your spine. You couldnât help but wonder what tales they would tell if given the chance.Â
Would they reveal the long-buried truths about your familyâs past and confirm the whispers surrounding your lineage? Would they speak with a tender understanding as they recounted the night of your most profound sorrow? Or perhaps they would steadfastly guard their secrets, refusing to yield to any interrogation.Â
It almost felt as if the walls were already whispering, hoarding their enigmatic knowledge until the distant future when they would finally crumble and release their concealed truths.
You longed for a glimpse into Aemondâs formative years and the events that molded him into the individual he is today, these red stone walls witnessed. Understanding the circumstances of his upbringing would clarify the questions that troubled your mind concerning the correspondence you penned. You held onto the hope that he read them, but uncertainty clouded your thoughts.
The heavy doors to the chambers of your childhood bedroom swung open with a resounding clang as the guard stationed outside announced the arrival of Queen Alicent. Your maids bowed as the formidable, angular figure of the Queen Consort of the Seven Kingdoms entered the sanctity of your bedroom. You could not refuse her presence in this private space despite your reluctance.
âYour Majesty,â you greeted, rising from your seat. Refusing to give her any more pleasantries that would be customary, you observed the maids leave, Alicentâs round amber eyes focused on you.
âWonât you come inside, princess? I wish to speak with you after all these years,â she humbly requested.Â
You understood it was a command and acquiesced. A part of you wanted to be obstinate and force her to meet you in the cold late winter air, but the courtly manner instilled within you since birth prevailed as you gently shut the hickory-framed balcony doors.Â
âSit.âÂ
Alicent gracefully motioned towards the inviting, opulent settee in front of the crackling fire, asserting her ownership of the space with a subtle yet commanding gesture. Despite the prickling sensation of anxiety coursing through your skin, you obediently followed her lead, attempting to conceal your unease. With a deep, almost wistful sigh, she fixed her gaze upon you, exuding an affectionate warmth that reminded you of your mother, and tenderly placed her delicate palm on your hand. Struggling to suppress the instinct to pull away, you grappled with conflicting emotions.
The hush that filled the space between you stretched on, heavy and suffocating, yet the Queen remained oblivious to its weight. To her, your company was a balm after enduring years shrouded in darkness without her guiding radiance.
âI wanted to apologize for Aemondâs behavior this evening. âTwas unbecoming of him,â she began, a prominent frown on her plump lips. âThese grievances from childhood have gone unjust for so long that his anger has consumed him.â
Nodding grimly, you focused on the hearth, the orange and blue flames dancing with the moaning drafts. âIndeed. Jace, Luke, and I were not always kind to him growing up, but we did not know any better. We followed Aegon around like newborn pups until...â
âI know, my light. Perhaps an apology could soothe Aemondâs wounds?â she comforted, smoothing the unruly strands of your updo. You apologized years ago for your part in his torment, but you didnât believe your brothers would extend the courtesy, nor would you change Aemondâs blackened heart. âYouâve grown so much in years past. I mourn not being able to be there to guide you.â
You sat there, not saying a word, and responded with a noiseless, polite, yet uneasy smile. You carefully withdrew your hand from hers, and to mask the action, you casually scratched the back of your neck, noticing the sensation of the tiny strands of hair beneath your fingertips.
âMy letters? Did you get them?â Alicent questioned, desperate to prolong any contact with you.
You were unsure how to answer, knowing it would be unwise to tell her outright that you did but didnât answer out of malice. For six years, Queen Alicent was left to stew with her thoughts and illusions, and you worried that if you conflicted them, she would become as unstable as she did the night of Driftmark.
âI was worried what my mother would say should she discover them, so I never wrote.â You supposed telling her part of the truth wouldnât be a lie. You were concerned about what your mother would do if she found out you wrote to Alicent, but you still had no desire to speak to her.
She looked at you with sympathy, coming to caress the plumpness of your face with her knuckle. It seemed as if she couldnât become close enough to you. âI see. Iâm sorry you must endure that, but you are here now. Together once more.âÂ
What could you say to her and still keep the pleasantries? After everything that happened, from Aegon to Driftmark, you no longer held Queen Alicent in the same regard. The conversation did not come easily, and you could tell she noticed.Â
âRhaenyra plans to return on the morrow once she sees your family home. I would like you to come with her. Youâve barely just arrived, and Helaena would enjoy more time with you. She and I would love for you to meet the twins,â she smiled, sounding so hopeful it caused a pit in your stomach. âYou and Aemond were friends before he lost his eye. I understand he seems to have changed greatly since you last saw him, yet I feel that the goodness inside him will prevail over time,â the Queen retook your hand, disregarding your obvious discomfort, âwith you by his side.âÂ
Stare growing wide, you turned to Alicent, feeling a panic beat inside your chest like the wings of a dragon. âWhat do you mean?âÂ
Was the Queen still so desperate to have you join her family?Â
She gave you the briefest of smiles as she tilted her head, studying your countenance as if you were some holy text. You changed as much as Aemond in Alicentâs eyes, yet she knew you were still hers. No distance or time could break the cord that tethered her to you. You were back home where you belonged, and although she was happy to be united with Rhaenyra, she would not let her dream be taken from her once more.
âNo person knows oneâs child better than their mother. I saw how he looked at you, eye never trailing too far from yours, poised to protect your honor. I worried I would witness a fight between Aemond and Aegon when he took you to dance,â she confessed. Your breath quickened, and you felt relief knowing what you felt wasnât inside your head.Â
âYou want me to return to Kingâs Landing so Aemond and IâŠâ You couldnât say it aloud; words stuck in your throat.Â
âYes,â Alicent grinned, showing perfectly white teeth as she brought you close. Instinctively, she pulled your head into the crook of her neck, smelling her distinctive scent as she rubbed circles across your back. It was still the same frankincense after all these years, and you felt the fond memories of time spent with Alicent come flooding back.Â
The tea times filled with sweets, laughter, and smiles entered your mind until it was replaced with the sound of Aemondâs scream, blood dripping from your motherâs wrist. You could not bring yourself to part from the Queen out of fear of what she would do. Alicent seemed so happy, yet you could sense the undercurrent of instability should you suddenly reject her affections. There was no choice but for you to accept whatever she wanted if it meant that there would be no more animosity between your families.
âI will confer with the king before bed and inform your mother when you return. This is a joyous occasion for us, my light,â she said, pulling your body impossibly tighter as you felt your hidden face contort into a weary grimace.Â
You loved Aemond after all these years, but you held an uncertainty about whether he would overcome his grudges for the good of your House, and that did not account for whether your mother would agree to the proposal. She refused for you to marry into the Greens before, and with you being her heir, she might use you as all people did to their daughters, though you hoped you would be allowed to have some choice. Even if this wasnât one, you desired to wed Aemond, if not out of love, but to secure peace between the two warring factions and your motherâs inheritance.Â
Suddenly, the shared door to your childhood chambers opened and unexpectedly revealed your twin. Jace stood there breathless, not expecting you to have a visitor as he observed you tucked within the Queenâs embrace. He noticed the uneasy expression on your visage, brown eyes flicking from you to her, unsure what to do.Â
At the acknowledgment of Jaceâs presence, Alicent released you without a word, smoothing her structured gown with an air of cold indifference that enveloped her as she stood.Â
âSleep well, Princess,â she dismissed with a gentle nod. The necklace of the Seven-Pointed Star resting on her chest glittered in the candlelight as she left, not sparing a glance at your brother.
You and Jace did not speak. He was too stunned to see you and Alicent in a shared embrace, especially after what happened in the dining hall. That person shaped Aemond into the man he is today, sculpting the fresh clay of his mind into despising his niece and nephews.Â
âWhat did she want?â Jace finally decided to ask with a defensive stance on his thin body.Â
Sighing, you held your temples in your palms, a dejected sensation coming over you like a shroud. What could you say to him? The truth, you supposed. You never lied to your twin, but this did not feel like something you could tell him, especially after what occurred tonight. He would be upset at the notion and run to tell your mother.
âShe apologized for Aemondâs behavior at supper,â you answered with exhaustion, the dayâs turmoil finally taking its toll. You faced the trauma of your past without preparation and watched a manâs head get sliced clean through. You deserved to take a momentâs rest.Â
Jaceâs dark brows furrowed, more questions than answers coming to mind as he approached your slouched form. Typically, you would lean into his presence like no others, seeking comfort only your blood could give. At this moment, it did not feel right to do so. The past, present, and future hung heavy on your soul.
âYou were embracing her,â your twin stated, which seemed to disgust him. âWhere do you think Aegon and Aemond learned their behaviors?âÂ
Standing with a groan of annoyance, you paced to your partially packed clothes trunk, attempting to find anything to distance yourself from Jaceâs pointed interrogation. âYes, brother. When one apologizes, they tend to form some connection to express their sincerity.â
Jace scoffed, his lean body swiftly following your steps. âAre you unwell? Since the hearing, youâve been cold with me.âÂ
âAnd why do you suppose that is?â you spun with a bark, eyes wide with vexation. Jace said not a word, curling his lips to wet them in anxiety. You knew he knew the reason but couldnât understand why your brother refused to act as if nothing changed. âThe future we grew up believing together is now nothing but a childish fantasy. Do you not comprehend how that makes me feel? To live with one thing so constant in life only for it to be ripped away in mere moments?â
Silence decorated the room, leaving the only sound to be the crackling of the roaring fire and thumping of your broken heart. Tears burned your nose, flowing down your cheeks in a salty mixture of scorn and sadness.Â
âI understand that you feel as upturned as I do, but you have someone to love and hold in your life. Something that can give you that certainty in your life only it can. IâŠâ your voice broke, filled with emotions that threatened to drown you. âI now have to find that somethingâto navigate a world full of men who will lie, betray me, and think themselves worth more than they are so that they may reach ultimate power. I will become a prize to win rather than someoneâs daughter, someone who lives and breathes and has desires of her own.â
Jace could see you spiraling, sinking into a pit of melancholy he feared you would not crawl out of. He realized he hadnât stopped to think about what you could genuinely be feeling. It was given that you felt the same shock, rage, and disappointment he did, but beyond that, he hadnât considered what this meant for your relationship or future.Â
To have someone be your first in everything and grow up with the idea that they would also be your last stunted emotional and social growth with others. Jace was given the comfort of knowing who would be his new end, but you werenât afforded the luxury. A selfish part of him hoped you would never find someone in this sense. You were his sister. He realized this was the ego of a self-centered man speaking, not the brother you cherished with your body and soul.
Not knowing how to improve this impossible situation, Jace brought you close, holding your sobbing form in his familiar arms. He felt your fingers clench his tunic as you attempted to ground yourself. Tears soon fell from his dark lashes and onto your crown. You looked at him with matching sorrow, instinctively stroking the soft bone of his cheek in the manner you knew simultaneously weakened and emboldened him.Â
Sleep did not come easy to Aemond on this night despite the intense wine he drank at dinner to ease his soul. How could the Prince find sleep after what happened? After he was forced to sit and break bread with the people who altered his life forever? You were never his family, yet thoughts of your shared youth and camaraderie infected his mind like grayscale. It loomed over him like dark clouds beckoning a storm.
Alicent, his mother, whom he cherished dearly, cowered in her beliefs at the mere notion that her long-lost friend gave even the slightest acknowledgment. She impressed upon Aemond, and his siblings Rhaenyraâs flaws and the sins she called children were abominations unfit to inherit the Crown. Now, after merely six years, none of that seemed to matter. He felt angryâbetrayed. Was this not what his mother wanted of him? For Aemond to stand behind Aegonâs claim and their family regardless of the web, Rhaenyra spun around her.
The sting of tears sprung in his violet eye, but Aemond quickly willed them to stop by replacing them with his fury. He was not weak. He held the family together, and you were not the family his mother claimed you to be. Had it not been for your kinâs unprecedented arrival, all would be as it should be. A father he longed for attention from but never got, on the Strangerâs door, his brother drowning himself in his cups instead of your presence, and you, far across Blackwater Bay on Dragonstone, living a life you were undeserving of. Aemond did feel slightly vindicated when he saw your ghostly expression when Princess Rhaenys stated Jacaerysâs betrothal.
The Prince understood then that your life was capsizing, but at least you still had two plain, working eyes.
His ire was no longer contained, and his mind continued to reel, boiling over until he threw the bedsheets from his tense body and dawned a nightshirt. Aemond hated you. He loathed you and was not one to leave a conversation without the upper hand as he left his chambers, slinking into one of Maegorâs secret passages.Â
It was involuntary how Jaceâs body responded to yours, your touch so familiar it was impossible not to succumb to the sins of the past as your moist lips met. Heat ignited inside your loins as it did his, your hands winding themselves inside his choppy hair, barely taking a minute to breathe. You were unsure who was the first to disrobe the other, grabbing one anotherâs buckles and strings until there was nothing but air between your hot flesh.
âWe shall say goodbyes to our previous beliefs tonight, Jace. I shall not be your whore and sister,â you declared against his cheek as you lowered him onto your childhood bed. âNor shall you be mine. I respect your union far more than that.âÂ
âAnd I yours,â Jace quickly replied with a strained grunt, settling his cock between your wet folds as you rocked yourself to full arousal.
It would be difficult for both of you to navigate new bodies for the first time again, to find what made the other person curl their toes in abandon. For Jace, you knew how he loved the way it felt to be inside you to the fullest extent and saw how his older sister rode him to take her pleasure. For you, Jace knew that the little nub at the top of your silt was the epicenter for the majority of your pleasure, teasing the thing with his mouth, tongue, digits, and whatever else he could to see you so grateful for him.
You suddenly longed for your twin despite being in his presence, reminding yourself of your torturous time apart as you leaned forward, devouring his pouty lips and balancing yourself to become one. Your slick walls welcomed Jace inside like they were his home, feeling the head brush against the sensitive spot deep inside, the pair of you moaning into each otherâs mouths as you began to move with gradual and firm movements of your hips. Each grind and lift of your body slowly bloomed ecstasy between your thighs, using your hands and core to savor yet heighten the experience to reach that inevitable peak.Â
Aemond expected you to be alone, or at the very least, with a maid when he reached the destination Aegon had shown him. He did not ask how his brother knew of such things, though the answer was clear. Whatever semblance of a plan Aemond conjured on his march through the damp tunnels was abruptly extinguished once he heard your girlish criesâloathing to admit it aloud, the Princeâs ire softened at the noise. He grunted, poised to open the wall and have him be the reason you wailed, but he ceased his movements at the deep timbre that comforted your sorrows.Â
It was Jace. The beloved brother you would willingly give up your life for, holding you within his arms as you sobbed. The sight flared his nostrils and sent a burning sensation to his stomach that he tried to ignore.
It was expected that your twin would be in your bed chambers. Aemond knew of the rumors surrounding your closer-than-normal sibling relationship. While it wasnât seen as taboo in Targaryen customs, the common folk who practiced the Faith certainly would see it as a sin if they knew.Â
The One-Eyed Prince stood silently in the dim recesses concealed behind the rough-hewn stone wall. His breath barely made a sound as he cautiously pried it open enough to glimpse the unfolding scene. A flicker of annoyance shot through him at the thought of Jace unexpectedly discovering his presence. He stifled the urge to groan, focusing instead on the poignant sobs that echoed through the air.Â
Before him were the illegitimate children of his half-sister, caught in their web of delusions, seemingly convinced that they could escape the relentless strains of duty that had ensnared so many before them. Aemond watched with disdain and pity, realizing they were blissfully unaware of the sacrifices the world demanded of them in exchange for power and prestige. You and your brother sat huddled together, your voices trembling thick with emotion as you expressed the despair of being forced into marriages with people you barely knew, let alone desired.
Aemondâs gaze narrowed as he observed your youthful faces, illuminated by the waning light flickering with the candles. Your immaturity was evident. The rawness of your feelings revealed how little you understood the harsh realities of noble life. It was a bitter irony, this burden, the necessity of sacrificing personal happiness for strategic alliances. The weight of such obligations pressed heavily on your shoulders, a burden that felt especially crushing in your youthful naivety.
Embraces soon turned to caresses, which morphed into kisses as he observed Jace untie the laces of your crimson gown. Aemond felt his stomach lurch, the involuntary fear of the events being nonconsensual guiding his sudden urge to protect you. He halted his movements as he watched you disrobe your brother, blood draining from his heart and into his cock when he saw your naked form.
The womanly figure he saw within the courtyard was able to be admired. The slope of your elongated neck that still held your necklace led down to your two perfect mounds of flesh, rounded and shaped almost to the teardrops that sparkled on your skinâa soft place to rest your head in comfort. Curves and rolls decorated the rest of your body as he watched you move in time with Jace, bestowing upon Aemond the perfect view of your hips that were sturdy and plush, housing a womb to bear your future husbandâs children.
Your body was a picture of the Maiden, Aemond mused, feeling his cheeks heat with growing desire. You were a depiction of a woman, so soft and plump, a perfect contrast that would fit with his muscular and sinewy body. The Prince could imagine your stomach stretched with a child and breasts full of milk as they leaked through pert nipples and onto his tongue.
The shame Aemond felt at thinking such things of his bastard niece warred in his mind, logic battling with lust as his breeches became too tight. He refused to succumb to his sinful desires and embraced the pain of his longing.
A flicker of callow hope lingered in the shadowy corners of Aemondâs mind as if clinging to the possibility that the gossip regarding you and your twin was nothing but a cruel fabrication. He wrestled with the notion of you as a sensual being, a struggle deepened by the haunting memories of Aegonâs transgressions against you. Like the common folk, he had unknowingly fallen prey to a comforting illusionâseeing you as a paragon of virtue, a righteous martyr navigating the treacherous waters of adolescence with grace and fortitude.Â
To him, you were a pure maiden, your spirit untainted, who had bravely borne the trials and tribulations that beset young women, emerging with a noble resolve. The small childish part of Aemond wanted to believe you had sworn off the temptations that often ensnared others, choosing instead a path marked by selflessness and a profound commitment to righteousness. This image of you, painted in broad strokes of light and virtue, had unwillingly taken root in his mind, making the idea of you as anything other than an emblem of purity feel surreal and disconcerting.
The Prince noiselessly grunted in agony as his manhood painfully beat against the confines of his trousers, only for it to be swallowed by the soft sounds unique to only sex. He childishly hoped that he would be the man to break his imagined vow of chastity you took, but now he realized how much of a fantasy it was as he watched you take your twinâs cock between your glistening folds.Â
Jace was the only thing that felt right to you today, like the embrace of a loved one you hadnât seen in years. Your hip movements were practiced as they held the knowledge of what made your brotherâs abdomen clench in ecstasy. You could feel your brotherâs hands on you, so gentle, tender, and loving, having nothing of the malice your uncle carried today.Â
Seeing Aemond now a man instead of the wide-eyed boy you knew stirred something within you that you had pushed aside earlier, igniting a fire you had never known existed in your soul. You imagined him here now and what it would be like to feel his manhood nestled so profoundly within you that there was no end. While you enjoyed the recognizable feeling of Jace and his delicateness, now that you had gotten a taste for the depravity of your uncle in his place, you found your movements daunting. Your knees began to ache, and your thighs started to burn, abruptly extinguishing the pleasure that was blossoming in your core.
This had never happened before, and you pushed yourself to continue, crashing that high that was always promised at the end.Â
Praying that Jace did not notice, you leaned forward as you attempted to lose yourself in his kiss, stroking the sides of his visage. The more you moved, the more discouraged you became, resorting to seeking your pleasure with your own hands as you rubbed at your pearl, but nothing worked.
Frustration overshadowed any fulfillment. Your ministrations and Jaceâs cock felt like an intrusion into your walls. Faking your release would not end this once-enjoyed act, and you steeled yourself to ensure this would be over soon.Â
You felt terrible for Jace. You knew he would stop at his detriment to ensure you were well, but you refused to utter the reason behind why your body had become so ineffective.Â
âYou feel so good, brother. I need you toâŠâ The dryness in your mouth halted your lies as you concealed it with a look of satisfaction. âI need you to finish. Iâm so close.â Jace was none the wiser, too lost in pleasure as he profusely nodded.
It was painfully evident to anyone who glanced your way that you had lost interest in the moment. Your posture was rigid, and your eyes were clouded with discontent. Aemond couldnât help but feel a troubling sense of satisfaction at that realization as if he had uncovered a hidden complexity in the situation.Â
Your brother, Jaceâthe very same person you always believed understood you on a deeper planeâremained blissfully unaware of the turmoil swirling within you. His gaze lingered on your face, but it lacked the perceptiveness needed to grasp the subtle but clear signs of your unhappiness.
Aemondâs thoughts raced. If only he were in his nephewâs shoes, he would have sensed the disturbance immediately. Unlike Jace, who seemed consumed by his emotions, Aemond had a keen intuition that allowed him to read the room with sharp clarity. He would not have focused on the fleeting pleasure of the moment. Instead, he would have delved beneath your act, seeking to uncover the reasons behind your discontent. Aemond envisioned himself beneath you, looking up at your flushed body with the intent of understanding the causes of your spiral, eager to address your needs and reignite the spark of ecstasy that once illuminated your expression.
If onlyâŠ
Though it was mere minutes, it felt like hours, and you squeezed and loosened yourself around your twinâs cock, milking him in a way that would cause him fulfillment. He tried to stop you, taking hold of your plump hips as you continued.Â
âStop, sister. You havenât⊠fuckâŠâ Moving his palms to your breasts, you took control, sweat running down your neck from exertion as Jace struggled to keep himself from releasing.Â
He was helpless. Toes curling and stomach clenching as you quickly lifted yourself off, stroking his pink shaft in place of your womanhood. Spurts of his pearlescent seed left from his pink tip and onto his waist and your hand, biting his lower lip in an attempt to silence his grunts of satisfaction as you slowed your movements so as not to overwhelm him. Jaceâs heart raced inside his chest like a horseâs hooves as he came down from his high, fidgeting his legs and bringing your body up to kiss him. You did not mean to torture him, but it was finally done, and that was a relief in itself as you laid down beside him, stroking his hot torso.Â
âYou did not peak,â Jace began with a pout, moving himself to settle his body between your legs. âLet me make up for it.â
Inhaling a deep breath, you shook your head, pulling him up to rest beside you again. âThereâs no need, brother. Your pleasure is enough to satisfy me,â you lied, stroking the choppy strands of his short hair behind his ear. He stared at you skeptically as you felt disgusted with yourself at the smell of sex in your bed chambers, causing revulsion to churn in your stomach. âEdwina will be back soon, and while I trust her, we do not need to risk another tongue-lashing from Mother. You are to be married soon and must be in her good graces. Come. Let me clean you.â
Jace sighed, slumping over his drying seed as you poured your drinking water into a bowl and gathered a cloth to wipe his stomach. You engrossed yourself in the action as you were too ashamed to speak, though your brother couldnât possibly hate you more than you already did.Â
Without many words between you, you helped him dress, throwing over an appropriate dress slip, smiling, and bestowing him fleeting touches not to have him worry. It was evident that Jace understood something was wrong, but the consequences for you and him, a betrothed man discovered in a compromising position, far outweighed any concerns.Â
âMother wants us ready to depart back to Dragonstone within the hour. We mustnât waste any more time,â you ordered Jace in the way only you could, as he nodded.
Before he closed the door to your adjoining childhood chambers, he gave you one last kiss, saying farewell to the childish dreams of a future together.Â
âI love you,â he stated. You gave him a bittersweet smile in return.
âAnd I you, more than the Gods allow.âÂ
Shutting the door behind him, you locked it, countenance dropping from the neutral expression to one of despair, sobs breaking from between your lips as you balanced yourself against the warm hearth.
The world around you felt utterly ruthless and deeply unjust, a suffocating weight pressing down on your heart. You couldnât shake the bitterness that churned within you, directed at the memories of your past with Jace. It was painful to reflect on the years you spent entranced by the fantasy of life together, imagining the vows you would exchange and the family you would build. The reality, however, was a far cry from those dreams, each illusion crumbling under the harsh light of truth.Â
Your motherâs actions echoed in your mind like a haunting refrain. It felt like she had orchestrated this betrayal all along, waiting for the opportunity to use her children. She wielded Jace and Luke as pawns, manipulating emotions to untangle her political complications, leaving you feeling forgotten and unutilized. In her quest to alleviate her burdens, your mother dismantled the very dreams you held dear, leaving you adrift in a sea of disappointment, grappling with the profound loss of a future you thought was within your grasp.
Through the haze of tears clouding your vision, you caught a glimpse of the wall beside your wardrobe, protruding ever so slightly as if it were hiding a secret. The air hung heavy with tension, and a chill ran down your spine. Only one person could be moving through the shadows of the Red Keep at this hour. Panic gripped your heart, tumbling down to your bare feet and leaving you frozen, an unwilling statue in the dim light.Â
As you willed your limbs to move, you shuffled awkwardly across the cold wooden floor, acutely aware that Aegon was most likely watching you. The door to your brotherâs room and the hallway felt painstakingly far away. The only option left was the balcony, its railing looming like an unwelcoming edge over the moat of spikes encircling Maegorâs Holdfast.Â
The thought of plunging into those treacherous spikes sent a shiver through you. For now, hiding seemed your best chance. If you could buy yourself time, you might gain enough distance from Aegon to run to the hall full of guards.
With a whisper of dread, you crawled beneath your bed, the coarse dust and sticky cobwebs clinging to your dress and skin like the entrapments of a forgotten cellar. The muffled thud of footsteps echoed from the far wall, sending shivers down your spine as you watched Aegonâs boot enter your chambers, its polished leather glinting ominously in the dim light. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears, a frantic drum of terror, as he paused at the foot of your bed, the air thick with unspoken tension.
With a sinking feeling, you covered your eyes with trembling hands, desperately praying to the Seven for Edwinaâs swift return, but your silent plea hung unanswered around you. You heard Aegon grunt softly, the sound unsettling as he shuffled closer, his heavy shoes brushing against the stone floor. Every nerve in your body was taut with fear as you felt his gaze sweep beneath the bed, searching for you in the shadows.
A firm hand clamped around your arm, jolting you with a scream that echoed in the stillness. As your eyes fluttered open, you were met not with Aegonâs familiar, cropped hair but with a cascade of silver locks flowing down a lithe figure. Aemond knelt before you, his intense gaze focused and calculating as he studied your trembling form. The tension in the air hung heavy around you, amplifying the fear pulsing through your veins. You felt the warmth of his grip as he observed you, the world around fading into a blur, leaving only the sharp clarity of his presence.
Aemond found it almost laughable that you thought cowering beneath the bed, like a frightened child, could shield you from the world outside. He noted how a part of your gown, delicate and flowing, peeked out. In comparison, some of him relished his power to instill fear in you. A more profound understanding stirred within him as he noted your quivering lips, brows arched in fright. It wasnât merely his presence that had regressed you to this vulnerable state. The haunting memory echoed in your mind whenever you lay in the stillness of twilight.
He recalled, in vivid detail, the night Aegon had violated youâa night marred by betrayal and anguish. You had confided in him, recounting how his older brother lured you through the shadowy tunnels with sweet promises of a secret just for you. The realization struck Aemond like a dagger. Your reaction was rooted in that traumatic experience, a natural response to the horror you had endured. Yet, as those memories surfaced, they ignited a fierce anger within him that dulled his compassion and overshadowed his instinct to comfort.
âIf youâre here to hurt me, know that my Lady will be here any moment,â you whispered, tears glistening on your cheeks. The Prince felt transported back in time, seeing your girlish face before him like it had not aged from when you crawled into his bed and shared your first kiss.
âI have no want for depravity,â Aemond announced, releasing your arm. He rose from his crouched position but did not leave your room. This reminded him of the night you came to sleep in his chambers for this very reason, and he felt his black heart lighten at the tremble of your frightened voice.
âThen why are you here?â You were so weak and pathetic, nothing like the strong dragon you had portrayed yourself to be hours prior.Â
Aemond sighed through his nose, seemingly exhausted from the conversation, sitting on the mattress above you as it creaked. âIâve come to finish our conversation from earlier,â he declared casually with the cross of his leg. âWonât you spare me the dignity of discussing such matters face to face?â
âI am quite content down here,â you quipped with a sniffle, fear still controlling your actions. âSay your piece.â
You heard him chuckle from above, a smirk no doubt on his features. âMy brother will not harm you. Heâs off to the Silk Streets at this very moment, drowning himself in wine and women,â the Prince offered in consolation. He hoped to get you out from under the bed, but he did find the situation amusing.Â
âI pity them. Do you blame me for being so cautious after what happened tonight?â You wanted to prolong this momentary peace even if it was surrounding the gossip of another. âHow Aegon so shamelessly flouted about the room? You saw how he acted, Aemond.â
âYou are not innocent in the matter either, niece,â Aemond hummed as you covered an offended scoff. âIf I recall, your dear twin took his wife and flouted about the room with her.âÂ
Your fierce sense of injustice compelled you to wriggle out from beneath the bed, carefully brushing off the dust and specks of debris that had settled on your gown. It was a soft fabric that now seemed to bear the marks of your hiding place, but you paid it little mind. Aemond lounged atop your rumpled bed sheets, occupying your space with an air of casual superiority as if he belonged there.Â
His loosely draped clothing accentuated his figure, and you found it challenging to divert your gaze from the exposed expanse of his collarbones. The pale sheen of his skin contrasted starkly with the messiness of the room, momentarily captivating you and stealing your breath away. The atmosphere thrummed with an unspoken tension, drawing note to the uncharted territory between you.
âHe-he touched me as if he did not tear my womanhood and make me bleed!â you exclaimed, a fresh wave of tears collecting at your dark lashes. âAnd you were there, uncle. You watched it happen. Do you not recall your promise made on a night such as this? Would you protect me from him so long as I was by your side? I am here before you.â
Aemondâs face was impassive, a blank stone carved with only his features. âYou couple with your brother, and yet you are the one to lecture me? Youâre a whore.â
You knew it was only a matter of time before he spoke about what he saw in the shadows, but having it brought to light did not ease the knot of shame within your stomach.Â
âWhatever insults you have conjured up, know that Iâve already thought of them myself,â you braced, attempting to build a wall around your heart. Despite the difference in position, Aemond sitting in what would be a submissive manner, you felt like the lesser one, embracing your torso in self-consolation.
The Prince remained unnervingly quiet, his expression a hardened mask of arrogance. Shadows danced across his chiseled features as the dim light caught the high curve of his cheekbones and the sharp line of his jaw. He tilted his head slightly, allowing his moonlit hair to fall just enough to enhance his regal demeanor. A deep, resonant hum emerged from his throat, filling the air with a somber melody that seemed to echo the weight of unspoken thoughts. His eyes, usually filled with a fierce brightness, now held an undercurrent of fearâa fear that crept in like a shadow. He was aware that if he broke this silence, his voice might waver, revealing the regret that festered within him.Â
Aemond feared you would hear the tremor of the boy he once was, the dragonless child who had craved approval and affection and still felt the sting of past failures. The thought of you seeing him in such a vulnerable light sent a shiver of apprehension through him, driving him to maintain his proud appearance.Â
âI have been told since birth that Jace was to be my husband, yet now the foundations of my life have been uprooted because of one manâs ambitions,â you argued, feeling your body flush with anger instead of this dreadful sadness. âI feel like a fool for doing such things. I understood it was wrong at the time, yet this part of me was so bent on taking back something stolen from me. To prove to myself that sex was not about pain and control but something to enjoy.â
âAll people succumb to sins of the flesh,â Aemond replied. It was a bland reply that showed little sympathy for you, but you expected nothing less from him. You were grateful enough that he hadnât closed the conversation off so that only his wrath spoke.
Inhaling a stuttered breath, you wiped away the water that soaked your skin, a futile attempt at returning your dignity. âMen can fuck as they please without the stigma that surrounds women. If they fault and dabble with the flesh, itâs considered nothing more than their culture. When I am queen-â
âAegon took me to a brothel when I was three and ten,â Aemond interrupted your tirade, causing you to pause with dissatisfaction, coloring your features. âHe said, âTime to get it wet.â I didnât want to, but he paid the brothel Madame good coin, and I was forced to endure to show my brother that I was a man like him.â The fire within you softened, the tense muscles of your body deflating in empathy at his confession. âYou are not the only one subjected to hypocrisy. I was supposed to enjoy it like a man, but all I felt was disgust.â
Perhaps it was the rich, intoxicating wine that Aemond had been consuming, or maybe the insidious notion that he held a threat over your head compelled him to confide in you. His revelations were not born out of genuine concern for you but reflected your insignificance in his eyes.Â
That was the reason, nothing more.
He did not regard your thoughts or feelings as worthy of consideration. After all, a Prince of his stature would not be so vulnerable as to divulge his most profound shame to his illegitimate niece, expecting that with her bleeding heart, she would offer him understanding or solace.Â
Aemond carried the weight of the pig incident like a brand upon his soul, an indelible memory that refused to fade. The sting of Aegonâs words lingered in his mind, a fresh wound that festered even after losing his eye to Lucerys, a brutal reminder of his vulnerability.Â
The image of Aegon loomed ominously in his memories, particularly the night in the brothel, where the air was thick with the stench of spilled wine and sweat. Aegonâs skin glistened with an unappealing stickiness, the remnants of revelry clinging to him as he towered over Aemond, his posture a hazy blend of mockery and drunken arrogance. Beneath the veil of alcohol swirling in his veins, Aegonâs cruel laughter cut through the air, sharp and unforgiving, each word a fresh dagger aimed directly at Aemondâs heart. The echoes of that taunting laughter haunted him, a bitter reminder of the pain inflicted by the very brother who should have stood by his side.
âEnsure that you stay perfectly still, brother. We donât want you to miss it.â
You exhaled slowly, a deep sigh laced with a sense of melancholy as a rush of emotions threatened to spill over. The fresh start of tears hovered beneath the surface, their warmth urging to escape, but you clenched your jaw and willed them to remain hidden, trapped within your mouth.Â
Aemond sat before you, his expression hardened and his stance resolute. He did not welcome sympathy or pity. Those sentiments would isolate him further, pushing him deeper into his turmoil. What Aemond truly neededâmore than any platitude about family valuesâwas someone who could listen and sense the heavy shadows lurking behind his guarded words. He craved understanding, a connection that transcended judgment, a safe space to unburden his heart without fear of condemnation or lectures. At that moment, all he needed was an empathetic ear, ready to hear him amidst the chaos of his thoughts.
âAegon is vile. A part of me hoped he would spare you from his cruelty, though I should have known. His mind is twisted and barbarous and holds no honor. You know this as I do,â you preached.Â
The longing to embrace Aemond was overwhelming, a fierce yearning that coiled tightly within you, causing your fingers to flex and relax in a restless rhythm. You understood the delicate nature of his emotions, aware that a sudden move could send him retreating into the impenetrable and cold fortress he had constructed around his heart. With that thought in mind, you opted for a tentative approach, positioning yourself at a respectful distance on the plush feather mattress, allowing the space between you to serve as a shield and a bridge in this intricate dance of intimacy and caution. The softness of the mattress cradled your form, yet your heart raced with the desire to close that distance, to reach out and let him know how deeply you cared.
âYour mother spoke with me tonight. She wants me to return tomorrow with my mother and finally propose an engagement to unite our House.â You steadied your breath as you felt Aemondâs piercing, violet eye on you, his face turning into a mask. You could see his mind reeling at your proximity and your following words, trying to decipher what would come next.
âI owe my life to you for what you did for me. You stopped Aegon from debasing me further and became my friend despite how poorly I treated you,â your voice cracked with conviction as you reflected on the regrets of your childhood. âAccept this betrothal, and we will live out those childhood times again. Youâll be my husband and I, your wife, taking to the skies together like I promised. We will rule the Seven Kingdoms, and you will be king. Aegon will no longer hurt us.âÂ
Your words were like honey in his ear, dripping from the comb full of its viscous sweetness and into his blood. The tension within your stomach began to morph into something different, something warm yet exhilarating, as you saw fierce emotion crack through the lines of his face.
Courage filled you, rattling your bones and lifting your muscles to cup the side of Aemondâs scarred cheek as you softly stroked the indented skin.Â
The surge of boldness that once ignited within you flickered and vanished, leaving a feeling of vulnerability that wrapped around you like a heavy cloak. Memories of the heartbreaking tragedies that life had heaped upon both of you flooded back, causing you to instinctively pull away, uneasy with the weight of it all. Yet, before you could fully retreat, Aemondâs hand closed around your wrist, his grip steady and unyielding, anchoring you to that fragile moment.Â
Your breaths hung suspended in the air as you found yourself lost in his gaze, two souls suspended in time, teetering on the brink of understanding. It felt as though you could plunge deep into the shadows of his thoughts, unraveling the secrets he kept buried within. The silence stretched around you, thick with unspoken words, and a part of you was terrified to break it, fearing that doing so might shatter the delicate tranquility that had settled between you.
Time ceased to exist. It was only you and your uncle, two souls that had once been connected and torn asunder by hate that erupted long before your conception. You felt the gravity of the situation pulling you towards Aemond, and he, you, no longer seeing the world around you. The candlelight shade danced across the aquiline sculpture of his visage, creating a haunting beauty compared to the soft, cherubic plumpness of your face, round with conviction and moist with tears.
The moment couldnât last long enough as you felt your knee collide with Aemondâs, sending a jolt through your core that made your breath hitch. The hand on your uncleâs ridged thigh clenched, fingers digging into his muscle as you observed how the tendons rippled with the movement, sending a wave of heat to your skin. You were certain Aemond felt the same, too, with his cheeks and ears tinged pink, tongue poking out to briefly wet his lip as his violet eye flicked to your swiftly rising and falling breasts.
Without warning, the doors to your bed chambers opened with a clang, revealing the Lady Edwina you had prayed for earlier. You did not want to pull away from him but knew the consequences of being caught in an improper position with a man. Aemond gave you no choice, curling his lip in dissatisfaction as he tightened his grip on your arm, refusing to let you remove the warmth of your touch on his face.Â
It had been an eternity since he had felt the soothing warmth of a feminine embrace, a gesture that had become increasingly rare from his mother as the years had passed and he had grown older. The absence of that nurturing touch left a hollow ache in his heart. He craved the security and intimacy that such an embrace offered, and when you tried to pull away, he instinctively tightened his hold.
Edwina gasped with a quick âMy Princeâ as Aemond begrudgingly loosened his grip.
âEdwina, thank you for returning,â you said, voice cordial and gaze misty, âthough I wish you would announce yourself.â
She curtsied, her cheeks scarlet. âApologies, Your Highness.âÂ
Sighing, you glanced at Aemond, who had a dark expression, half thinking he should order the maid away or have her quartered for insolence. Sensing his vexation, you stood, placing a hand on your uncleâs sturdy shoulder, and offered a weak grin.
âAll is forgiven. My uncle and I just finished discussing, didnât we?â Aemond grunted in response, following your movements and brushing off your kind gesture. âSleep well tonight, Prince Aemond. Know that my thoughts are with you.âÂ
He remained silent, his mask of the ruthless Prince falling perfectly back into place as he strode out of the room, leaving behind an oppressive air and not even a hint of a farewell. You sighed exasperated, rolling your eyes at the heavy doors as they swung shut with a resounding thud. Glancing over at your Lady, you caught her gaze, which held a deep, understanding glance that spoke volumes without the need for words. She surveyed your attire keenly before returning to her task of meticulously packing your belongings, her movements graceful yet methodical.
âShall we summon the other maids?â Edwina asked with an airy shift in her tone that she acquired when in a jesting mood. She finally knew the answer as to who you so ardently sent ravens to in the Keep.
You offered a subtle nod, your gaze drifting to the elegant pitchers that adorned the polished writing table, each glinting softly in the dim light. With a graceful motion, you poured the deep crimson wine into a delicate glass, the rich aroma rising to meet you as it filled the vessel. The thought of leaving this stuffy gathering behind ignited a thrilling hope within you, quickening your heartbeat at the anticipation of returning to Aemond. The idea of being reunited with him filled you with an intoxicating sense of longing and excitement, making your pulse race with the promise of what was to come.
A profound sense of satisfaction enveloped Aemond as he walked through the torch-lit halls of the Keep. The flickering flames cast a warm glow, illuminating the intricacies of the stone walls that had witnessed countless secrets and whispered promises. The air was thick with the scent of burning resin and age-old timber, enhancing the atmosphere of history surrounding him.Â
As he stepped into his chambers, a serene calm washed over him, slowly releasing the tension from his muscles as if he were shedding a burdensome weight. A curious sensation flickered within his chest, akin to the rush of emotions he had felt when he first kissed you all those years agoâa moment forever etched in his memory. A grin stretched his thin lips, a blend of nostalgia and anticipation brightening his features.
He envisioned a future where you would stand proudly by his side as his wife, the thought filling him with warmth. The image of your hands intertwined and the promise of building a family together painted a vivid picture in his mind. In that profound moment, he realized that the sacred ties of marriage would firmly anchor your loyalties, binding your fates together in a covenant that would weather any storm, ensuring that your heart would forever belong to Aemond.
Princess Rhaenyraâs only daughter would be his.Â
Aegonâs ascension to the Iron Throne was inevitable, and he understood that accepting such a fact would put your new marriage to the test. The Prince convinced himself that in the end, you would love him and stay by his side, and that was enough for him to forget the vexation at his motherâs schemes and agree to the proposal. Mors Martell and Queen Nymeria, at last.Â
Though the war had not yet begun, Aemond felt a sense of victory swelling within him.
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George Russell x fem!reader
Summary: being stood up by your fiancĂ© a week before the wedding is something woman doesnât want to go through in her life, ever
Warnings: nothing special maybe heartbreak, break up, curse words, cheating, no use of Y/N, one use of L/N
A/N: I really love Sex and the City movies, so this is basically inspired by the events from the first movie. My English is sometimes hot or not, so Iâm sorry for any mistakes! Please donât use my writing without my consent, also I donât own any of the pictures! Enjoy.
âThereâs no possible cancellation, miss. You need to come to the honeymoon vacation or itâll expire.â
Yes, the word honeymoon. Woman without a man. The man who stood her up week before their wedding. It was all perfect, everything about their love. And yet, here she stood, single, heartbroken and humiliated in front of the suite for newlyweds that carried their names Mr. and Mrs. Russell. Out of all the girls from the grid family, Kelly was the one to be there for her. She packed her up and got her on this vacation, because she already payed a lot for this to be a surprise for George. One that heâd never forget, one with which sheâd shown him how she loved him.
For two days straight she only slept. Kelly fed her a little with some fruits and yogurt from breakfast. It was painful to watch her close friend to suffer like this. She looked pale, her face puffy from all the crying, and her gaze was dull.
As the night fell on the resort in Mexico, Kelly picked up her phone, Max was FaceTiming her.
âHey, babe. How is it going?â He asked with frown.
âHey, love⊠please, promise me, that if you ever want to break up with me, donât you dare to propose to me before that.â Kelly said in sadness.
âHow is she?â
âItâs bad. Sheâs sleeping for second day already. You should see her face when she saw the name tags on the door⊠it was like a punch in the gut.â
âIâm really glad, that youâre there with her, Kells. She deserves the best. I mustâve restrain myself very hard to not punch George when I saw him at the paddock today.â
âWait, what? Heâs back at racing? I thought that he was supposed to get a break from all that stuff, like he said to her.â
âDonât say it to her, but⊠Thereâs this woman with him here, like a shiny bracelet on him. Lando nearly threw up from the sight of them and everybody here is giving him a silent treatment.â
âHoly shit⊠this is a nightmare.â
âYeah⊠keep her away from socials, she doesnât need more heartbreak than she already received.â
âNo probs, babe. Iâll keep her occupied and her phone is with me anyway and itâs turned off.â
âOkay, Iâll keep you posted. Take care, love you.â
âââ
Fourth day into vacation she got up from bed, surprising Kelly at the terrace for breakfast.
âHi, K.â She said, her voice raspy from all the sleep.
âAh, the sleeping beauty. How are you today, darling?â Kelly hugged her instantly.
âItâs strange, but good. I think the most of the hurt is gone. I know itâs not that simple, but today is good and Iâm gonna enjoy it.â She softly smiled but her eyes spoke another story. Kelly gave her a sympathetic look as they talked through the breakfast.
âMax is wishing you well. Heâs so worried about you.â Kelly said sipping on her coffee.
âAw, thanks. Heâs a good man, Kelly.â She smiled kindly with little sigh.
âHey, donât let your mood flatten, weâre here to have a good time, youâve worked hard for this. So, weâre gonna make the most of it.â Kelly said with amused smile.
And they did. Girls nights, partying a little, spending afternoons at the pool and beach, some trips around the resort too. Two weeks went by like a click, when they stood at the airport waiting for Maxâs private jet.
It was also first time after that weeks of freedom when Kelly gave her her phone back.
âItâs time to go back to reality and I know itâs gonna be hard, but weâre gonna do this. Donât get those things get to your head. Youâre you and youâre the most amazing human in this world.â Kelly reassured her.
She turned on the phone with her stomach churning. Millions of notifications of messages, emails and tags. In the tons of photos at the socials she noticed that one photo, that George posted. She felt like sheâs gonna throw up. All the sickness was back, the pain in her chest too.
âMi amore. Love you to the moon and back.â
George and his new girlfriend. She was so pretty, like a doll. And god, how he was glowing.
As they boarded the plane, Kelly noticed the turn in the her mood as she slipped her phone to her bag.
âI guess you found out, donât you?â Kelly asked with frown.
âY-yeah. I donât know what to say, itâs driving me insane. And heâs back at racing, he just⊠heâs a fucking liar.â She was at the rage stage.
âItâs gonna be okay. Weâll manage.â
âââ
And it was true. Kelly managed to get a people to pack her things out of their shared apartment with George, the first day they went on that vacation. She didnât want to stay in Monaco, she wanted to go back home to London, where her flat was for rent. She was lucky that it was free in the moment.
Getting from the Heathrow airport was like a blur, feeling all the nostalgia from the surroundings and memories of her past life were everywhere. But it didnât hurt as much as when she finally unlocked the door to her apartment, getting in the known scent and looking over the boxes there and there. All her life packed like it meant nothing. She was in no mood to start unpacking, because she was afraid to untangle the suppressed emotions. It was a job for her in the next months.
âââ
It was like six months after the called off wedding. She shut down her socials, getting herself a fresh start with private profiles with a few people following on them. Her main public profile was still up, she didnât post any new photos, the last post there was a photo of her tasting the sweet cake for wedding with caption wedding vibes #therussells.
She turned her attention to the direction of self love, reconnecting with her old friends in London and little bit of vacations and mainly work. Her going to the Monaco was absolute no go, so when someone from her grid friends wanted to see her, they needed to visit. But they were more than glad. Nobody talked about George, it was her strict rule number one. She practically erased him from her life and mind.
Life just has a strange ways to make things a little crazy.
Sunny morning in London, she went to the café for her morning coffee. She liked to try new places. As she was on the phone working already, she ordered a waited for the cup of hot love.
George sat in the corner of this café, looking through the newspaper like a classic English gentleman. His life turned upside down for the last six months. He was now reminiscing all the things he had done and how he hurt people around him. Brushing another feeling of shame off of him, he looked up from newspaper and his eyes found her standing at the order counter. It was like some nasty dream, ripping his heart apart for another time. She stood there, talking over phone, smiling with her classy appearance. Thinking about the way he wanted to approach her, he tried not to look suspicious. He was the one, who made her life hell, betrayed her the worst.
She slid her phone to her purse, got her coffee and turned around to get out of the café, when she spotted George already staring at her. She was so taken aback by seeing him, that she bumped into the glass door. Hard. Feeling her head spinning and the blood running from her nose, coffee was everywhere on her skirt. People around her was at her immediately, helping her, but she was in some kind of trance.
âExcuse me, please. I need to get to her. Hey, are you okay?â George got through the crowd to her, his protective persona on, getting his white napkin to wipe her bloody nose.
âI-Iâm notâŠâ she said still in shock.
âIâm going to take you to the hospital, you may have broken nose.â George frowned in guilt because his presence caused this.
She only nodded, there was no place for denying it. George gave her reassuring squeeze to her shoulder and guided her to his car, which was parked outside on the street. Feeling his hand on her back and on her arm felt strange.
Ride to the hospital was quiet. She held the napkin at her nose, blood was slowly stopping pouring, and she was staring in front of herself, still processing what just happened. She felt her anger rising in her, how dare he shows in her life now, when sheâs been on the good way of healing her wounds.
âWhy are you here?â She mumbled slightly wincing in pain.
âThereâs race in Silverstone this weekend.â He said taking the last turn to parking lot at the hospital. As he stopped the car, she put all her strength to get out from the car without his help.
âYou can go, Iâm gonna take care of myself.â She took quick steps towards the hospital.
âWait! Iâm not gonna let you handle this alone. I caused this, so let me take care of it.â He ran after her, softly grabbing her arm.
âAt least please just donât touch me, George.â She got out of his grasp still walking.
They were waiting for doctor to see her, while George wrote down the application for her. He stopped at the column about family status. Flagging it as married, he hoped that he would get access to information about her condition. She just signed it off not caring about anything. Her phone rang, it was Kelly. Oh god, they were supposed to meet today.
âHi, Kells. I really canât talk right now.â She tried to talk coherently but her lips started to get swollen from the crashing to the door.
âYou sound weird, are you okay?â Kelly asked in concern.
âYeah, I just bumped into the door at the cafĂ©, hard, that I might have broken nose. Iâm currently at the hospital.â She sniffled a little blood.
âWhat?! Iâm getting there, weâre already in London!â
âNo, no! Actually Iâm not here alone.â She looked up at George.
âYouâre full of surprises, girl. Is that the new man, youâre seeing?â
âNo, itâs not him. Itâs George.â
George was listening to her conversation and pinpointed the word him. Is she seeing someone new? Is she in love with him?
âHoly shit, what the fuck?!â
âCalm down, K. I canât talk right now, all you need to know, that Iâm okay. Iâm gonna text you, bye.â
She sighed putting her phone to her purse.
The awkward silence between them lasted for a while.
âIs there- are you-â he started to ask but it came out as a blurt.
âIâm not seeing anyone, if thatâs what you want to ask. Iâm just tired of questions if Iâm still single, so I said to my friends that Iâm working on my dating life. So no. I canât love anyone after what youâve done to me and you have this sick luck of hurting me still.â She said with sad sigh.
âIâm sorry.â He said plainly.
That was words she wanted to hear from him all this time. She met his gaze full of guilt.
âIâm so so sorry. I was just stupid and foolish, I really didnât care about things I had around me, in my life. I was so ungrateful. And I hurt the most precious thing in my life. You. No words can mend the wounds I caused. I just want to make it up to you, so bad.â His eyes was glistening with tears as he talked sincerely.
She processed all the words he just said. Her heart broke again, but now for him. For the way how he talked, how he was honest. After that months of silence between them and his lies from the last conversation they had together.
âI forgave you. A while ago. I just didnât understand those lies you told me. About you taking a break from everything we shared together, that it drowned you. And then I saw that post on the socials, you back at track with her.â
George felt pang in his chest, he was deeply ashamed of his actions. Before he could say anything else, nurse peeked from the doctors office calling her inside. She stood up and George assisted her.
âYouâre her husband right? You can come inside too.â Nurse politely smiled.
She wanted to protest but George interrupted her. âYeah, I am. Thank you.â
After getting some scans and check up, doctor said, that she doesnât have broken nose, just little bruised and that in few days the swelling would be gone same as bleeding.
George took her to her apartment, helping her with everything she needed. Sitting on the couch with cup of coffee in her hands, he was in process of putting the cream on the bruise on her nose. She sat still her eyes closed. He took in her features, how she was still herself. The same woman he loved, and still loves.
âYouâre supposed to be with her, not with your ex fiancĂ©e.â She said while opening her eyes to look at him.
âIâm not with her for some time now. As much as it was mesmerising, it wasnât it. I had time to think about my mistakes. I was the number one asshole.â
âYou were, thatâs for sure. I was so mad at you, angry and pissed off. You just threw our lives we built together out of the window. We couldâve talk about that, I would understand anything. But not that huge heartbreak you put me through. I had a surprise honeymoon booked for you. And I went on it with Kelly, because it cost really so much moneyâŠâ her eyes were filled with tears as she relived the memories of pain.
George looked down in shame, he was pained by his actions towards her. She truly loved him, deeply, she was always so caring and he was⊠him.
âIâm sorry. I shouldâve talk to you more, not just tear you from me and destroy our life.â
Their conversation was interrupted by doorbell.
âThatâs most likely Kelly and Max.â Grace said. George retreated from her as she stood up to get to the door. As she opened, Kelly hugged her immediately and Max looked through the space for George with mad look.
âHow are you, love?â Kelly looked at her nose with frown.
âIâm good, Kells, really. George took care of me.â She softly smiled.
âReally? No doubt that he did.â Max looked with narrowed look at George, who stood in the doorframe to living room.
âIâm on my way out, I see that sheâs in good hands.â George said plainly.
âIn the best hands.â Kelly said with not amused look.
She sighed tired from all the tension.
âTake care.â George kissed her forehead lightly as he brushed off around them.
All three of them were looking at his figure until he disappeared in the elevator.
âHow- what the actual fuck?â Kelly asked looking at her flushed face.
âKells, please.â Max groaned at the word fuck.
She took them inside as she prepared some coffee for them.
âHow was your flight?â She asked casually.
The duo looked at her in disbelief. âYou just had your ex in your home and youâre asking us about flight?â
âYeah and yeah?â
âTell us everything!â
She sat in front of them in the armchair. âI was at the cafĂ© this morning, you know, I like to try new places and he just happened to be there. I spotted him and I was so in shock, that I crashed to the glass door. He got me to the hospital, took care of everything. And he apologised for everything he put me through. He said that he was number one asshole.â
Max snorted as Kelly looked over him with stern look.
âAnd then you came and thatâs it.â
âHe kissed you. Youâre okay with that?â Kelly asked sipping on her coffee.
âWhy not?â
âBecause he practically left you at the altar?â
âOh that. I nearly forgot about that.â She gave her an sarcastic smile.
âYouâre falling for his lies again.â
âNo, Iâm not. We just talked, he was nice. I deserved to know, what was on his mind and behind his actions. I can move on now.â
âCan you?â
The question was hanging in the space. She was sure, to this day, that she wouldnât even lay her eyes on him. But it was all nice and she felt loved again. All the wrong things.
âCan you?â Kelly asked again.
âFine! I donât know!â She rolled her eyes.
âYouâre unbelievable. He broke your heart, you were a mess. And now heâs messing with you again.â
âI know, I know all that. And Iâm grateful for the care you have for me. But⊠itâs complicated.â
âItâs not. You love him.â Max interrupted them. Kelly gave him another look of disbelief.
âIâm not sure, I donât know. Iâm not ready for anything but it feels so close to home.â
âJeez⊠just be careful. Anyway, itâs perfect timing really, because we wanted to get you to spent a weekend at Silverstone with us.â Kelly said with sour face, now her idea sounding not so perfect.
âI need to think about it. And I donât know how this thing will turn out to appear.â She pointed to her bruised nose.
âYou know the power of makeup, dear.â Kelly rolled her eyes.
âAs much as I like you here with me I need some space right now.â She said with sigh.
âJust think about it and give me a call and weâll manage it. You could use some fun around old friends.â Kelly said while she hugged her.
Max gave her reassuring smile as they walked into the elevator.
âââ
She took a shower as she thought about George. How his fingertips felt against her skin, his scent calming her down, how he looked at her with care and love, he was completely different. He looked like he was ready to die for her.
Then there was the other side. How she felt humiliated when he left her at the restaurant in Monaco with smile, ready for his new life.
How the ring on her left hand was somehow heavy.
Thoughts there and there, she needed to be honest with herself.
She loved him. Still. And truly. Even after all of this.
As she laid in bed scrolling through her phone, she got a call from unknown number.
âI have a package for you, is this Ms. L/N ?â
âYes, thatâs me.â
She went down to receive the mystery package. Back at the apartment, she opened it. There was VIP and paddock pass with her name, also she spotted a sticky note with handwriting.
âJust in case you want to have fun on the weekend. GRâ
Her heart skipped a beat as she read those words. Snapping a photo of it she sent it to Kelly with comment I think the plans are clear for the weekend. Kelly answered with crazy emojis and comment I canât wait.
She decided not to tell George that sheâs actually coming, because he deserved a little silent treatment. Heâs gonna need to win her heart back.
As the Saturday approached, she was already on her way to the paddock gates. The first she spotted her was Lando.
âOh my god! Am I dreaming?â He nearly shouted as he hugged her tight.
She giggled happily. âNo, this is real.â
Greeting with others went well as she arrived at the Mercedes hospitality, her stomach churning and turning in nervous way, reliving all the memories she had there. She got to chat with some people, which were surprised that sheâs there. Nobody had the courage to ask her, why sheâs there and she was glad.
Grabbing some coffee she stood outside on the little terrace looking at the Silverstone track. It was like coming back to home.
âYou came.â The voice said behind her causing her to turn around. There stood George, wearing his Mercedes shirt and white pants along with kind smile.
âI thought that you not being sure if Iâd come, would be a good treatment for you.â She sipped her coffee with a little smile.
âI absolutely deserve that.â He said coming to her side.
âIâm sorry about yesterday. Kelly and Max were there for me for all that shit you put me through. Theyâre worried.â
âI understand that. Theyâre really good friends. Iâm grateful that they helped you through tough times.â
âI thought Iâd never see this again.â She looked over the track.
âI thought Iâd never see you here again.â
âI donât want to poke in that hurtful things from past anymore. If anything, I want things from fresh start.â
âAgain, Iâm sorry. And I understand.â
âYou know, itâs not like winning race to win my heart.â
âIâd likely do both.â
âWeâll see.â
She chuckled as she was enjoying messing with him.
âGood luck.â She smiled softly giving his arm a little squeeze as she walked out to find Kelly.
âââ
George got the pole position and she couldnât be more proud. She fought that huge smile on her face as she noticed, how Kelly was watching her. Max took a second place.
She leaned against the frame of the entrance to the Mercedes garage, where George celebrated with everybody around him. Then he noticed her standing there and smiling proudly. Immediately he walked towards her getting her into his tight embrace while she giggled.
âYouâre incredible, George.â She said laughing.
âYouâre my lucky charm.â He said as he placed kiss to her hair. His embrace was warm and soft. All she missed that long.
âPlease, just donât let me go.â She whispered to his chest.
âIâm not gonna make that mistake ever again.â
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Donât Smile
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Rafe x Reader Angst
Inspiration: Donât Smile by Sabrina Carpenter
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Summary: You and Rafe are both struggling with your break up. Iâm much different ways. Based in end of season 1 beginning of season 2.
Neither of you wanted the breakup, but you couldnât handle his erratic behavior any longer. You thought youâd be okay, but for three straight weeks, you lay in bed, unable to eat or find any joy. The months that followed were spent in isolation, shutting yourself off from everyone. Eventually, your friends had enough. They forced you out of bed and insisted you join them at the annual bonfire. You took a shower while they pregamed in your room, the warm water a small relief after three days without one.
You hadnât charged your phone since the day you shut everyone out, but tonight you decided to. As you finished getting ready, you reached for your phone and your screensaver lit upâan old picture of you and Rafe, taken during happier times. You were on the beach, resting on his chest as his strong arms wrapped around you, squeezing your cheeks together in playful affection. Your heart clenched. Without thinking, you tossed your phone to your friend and asked her to delete his number.
At the bonfire, you grabbed a drink and settled onto a log with your friends. For the first time in a while, you admitted it felt good to be out, even if you had to fake your laughter. Scanning the crowd, you felt a brief moment of peace until your eyes locked on Rafe. He was laughing with his friends, the sound of it carrying over the fire. Your vision narrowed, body turning numb. When Topper shifted, you saw herâa blonde girl hanging on his arm. You knew Rafe could move on quickly, emotions never being his strong suit, but seeing it firsthand cut deeper than anything before.
Time seemed to blur as you stared, your focus broken only when you noticed Rafe looking back at you. A wave of nausea rolled over you, and without a word, you told your friends you were leaving. Before they could respond, you dropped your drink and made your way to the parking lot.
You hadnât reached your car when you felt a familiar hand on your shoulder. âWhere you going so soon, princess?â Rafeâs voice was low, almost gentle.
âDonât touch me, Rafe.â
âIâve been trying to call you for weeks. Your parents wonât let me see you. I needed to talk to you.â
âPlease, just leave me alone. Go back to your new friend. Please.â Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill.
âNot if youâre not okay.â His grip on your shoulder remained firm.
âDoes it make you feel better? Girl after girl? Do you numb yourself with them? Do you even think about me, about how I feel when youâre with them?â
He didnât answer. His silence confirmed everything. The mask he woreâthe pretense that everything was fineâmade you sick. And from the way his jaw tightened, it was clear that it made him sick too when you shoved his arm off.
âYou can keep pretending, Rafe, but I know.â You turned and walked to your car, leaving him behind as you drove away.
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Let It Linger
Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
A Family of Her Own Series
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Summary: After the fall of the Avengers, Natasha Romanoff returns home to her secret familyâa life she's carefully hidden away for years. Struggling to balance her role as a mother and wife while avoiding the dangers of her past, Natasha is forced to make difficult decisions that impact her loved ones.
This Chapter: Natasha raises Nicky on her own.
Note: I think I spent a total of nine hours on this chapter today. I wanted this one to be out immediately after the other one. 'Twas hard editing and Grammarly hates me but we got it.
There were boxes. So many boxes and bags she needed to pack into this quinjet. Apparently, she was better at multitasking than she thought as Natasha loaded up another item up the ramp. She eyed the pile of bags and boxes stacked by the entrance of the house, each one a piece of the life she was trying to keep together. There were essentials: clothes, supplies, and every scrap of familiarity she could gather for Nicky. But even so, packing felt like she was gathering remnants rather than carrying a life forward.
Natasha hefted another box onto her hip, balancing it while she reached to open the hatch on the Quinjet. Sheâd been working nonstop, only pausing to check on Nicky, who was perched near the ramp with Stella's stuffed shark clutched in his hands. He missed his sister. He toddled around the quinjet, picking up rocks, and patches of grass, attempting to stuff them into his mouth.
"Nicky, no, don't put that in your mouth," Natasha gently scolded. The toddler dropped the blade of grass and gave her a look that reminded her of you. That look tore through her every time, spurring her to work faster, to keep him distracted, safe, and normalâeven if she didnât know what ânormalâ looked like anymore.
âThere we go,â she murmured as she placed the box inside, taking a deep breath before straightening up and dusting her hands on her pants. âSee? Told you weâd fit it all.â
Her words fell flat in the empty cargo bay. She glanced around, looking for Nicky. A bolt of panic shot through her as she caught sight of him toddling away from the jet.
âNicky! Stay near the jet!â Natasha called her voice firm but gentle, a note of weariness woven through it.
But as always, Nicky was determined, his little legs carrying him farther down the hill, his gaze locked on the swaying trees at the edge of the clearing. She cursed softly under her breath and jogged after him, scooping him up just as his fingers reached out for the grass. His small face crumpled, the beginnings of a pout forming, and he squirmed, his hands grabbing at the air, trying to clutch the grass heâd been reaching for.
âNo, baby, itâs not safe,â she said firmly, tucking him close as he fussed. She forced herself to look away from the tree line. He didnât understand, but she did. There were too many memories lingering there, places she couldn't risk letting him wander.
Nickyâs lip quivered, and his small hands gripped her collar in silent protest. She sighed, cradling him closer, and kissed his forehead, murmuring, âI know. I know, buddy. Weâll be home soon.â
She walked him back to the jet, where the boxes and bags were already stacked and waiting. Nickyâs weight against her shoulder was steady, groundingâso unlike the lightness and emptiness she felt inside. He was growing quickly, each day a small reminder of time slipping by. Heâd be two soon. How had it already been three months? Three months of hollow silence, of talking to him in soft whispers, of answering questions she knew he was too young to ask but that he felt in his own way.
âAlmost done, buddy,â she said, trying to keep her tone upbeat, but her voice cracked. She turned back to the house, and with him still clinging to her, walked through the door one last time to grab the last bag. Standing there in the doorway, she felt the weight of everything she was leaving behind, the faintest echoes of laughter and warmth still lingering in each corner.
With a deep breath, she slung the bag over her shoulder and glanced around. She was carrying everything she could now, every piece of what you'd built, gathered together in the small world sheâd assembled for Nicky and herself.
âYouâre getting heavy,â she murmured to him with a small smile, though it didnât reach her eyes. Nicky settled his head against her shoulder, his tiny fingers clutching at her sleeve as if he knew she needed the comfort more than he did.
It was time. They couldnât stay here any longer, in a place so haunted by the memories of you. As much as it hurt, she knew returning to New York was the only path forward. The only way to find you. There were no resources here in Missouri. The compound had everything she needed. Natasha began to walk distractedly back to the quinjet, lugging the bag and Nicky effortlessly. She set him down, noting that he was following her, as she placed the bags into the bay. As Natasha slid the last bag into the Quinjet, she heard a faint jingling sound behind her. Her first thought was that Nicky had gotten hold of one of her empty holsters, and she was about to gently tell him to stay back. But then her voice caught in her throat as she turned around and saw it: a large, powerful-looking German shepherd standing a few feet away, intently sniffing in Nicky's direction.
Her body tensed instinctively. The dog was big, with a thick, well-muscled frame and the kind of alert gaze that signaled sharp intelligence and strong instincts. Natasha stepped forward slightly, inching closer to Nicky, her body a barrier between him and the strange dog.
âHey thereâŠâ she said quietly, her voice steady but wary, as the shepherd lowered its nose toward Nicky, taking in his scent. Her eyes darted between them, ready to scoop Nicky up if the dog showed even a hint of aggression. But instead, the dog took a step closer and gave a short, chuffing sneeze, his head cocking to the side in an unexpectedly endearing way.
Nicky let out a tiny laugh, his hands reaching toward the dog without hesitation. Natashaâs heart lurched. Nicky had never been afraid of anything, and this was no exception.
ââMama,â Nicky said excitedly, his face lighting up. âDoggie!â
The dog, apparently pleased with the attention, let out a gentle huff and pressed its nose into Nicky's small hands, tail swishing low but wagging softly. Natasha exhaled slowly, her hand resting protectively on Nicky's back as she took in the scene.
âAlright, I guess youâre friendly,â she muttered, unable to keep a faint smile from creeping into her expression as she watched Nicky's chubby fingers grasp at the dogâs fur. The shepherd sat back on its haunches, its gaze moving between Nicky and Natasha as if patiently awaiting a command. "Where's your owner?" Natasha asked.
She scanned the area, her body tense, her hand resting on the knife strapped to her thigh under her pants, but saw no sign of anyone else. It didnât make sense. How had the dog managed to get out here on its own? Of course, the house wasn't completely in the middle of nowhere but he'd have to walk far on his own.
The dog seemed content, its gaze flicking back to Nicky. Its tail thumped softly, and a low whine rose from its chest.
"Mama, doggie," Nicky giggled again.
"I know, the dog is nice but he can't stay," She shook her head. "We have to go. C'mon, kiddo."
Nicky looked at her with wide, pleading eyes, his little mouth turning down in a pout.
"Do we have to?" she groaned, knowing she'd lose this battle.
Nicky clapped his hands and squealed, his voice rising into an excited babble, and the dog let out a soft huff.
"What's your name?" She reached slowly for the dog tag. She squinted, holding the small piece of metal closer, but it was faded. Her brow furrowed as she tried to make out the words etched there.
"Ollie?" She tilted her head.
The dog stood and stretched, its large body shaking. It gave a gentle bark, its ears flicking as it regarded Natasha.
"Alright, okay, we can keep you for a little while," She nodded, a reluctant smile tugging at the corner. She carried Nicky over to his car seat, ensuring he was strapped in. Natasha watched as Ollie hopped into the seat beside him and rested his head in Nicky's lap, just beside the stuffed shark.
She was almost surprised when Nicky didn't fuss or try to wriggle out of his restraints. Instead, his small hand tangled in the soft fur at the top of Ollie's head, and he looked at her expectantly. As if they knew each other their whole lives. Natasha smiled to herself as she took her place in the pilot's chair, running a last system check before taking off.
She could have sworn the dog looked right at her, its head cocked, its ears swiveling toward her. She felt a sudden wave of sadness, her fingers tightening around the controls.
"Don't worry, buddy," she murmured, her voice tight with emotion. "We're going home."
*********
Natasha paused just outside the glass doors of the compound, shifting the weight of the toddler on her hip. Nickyâs tiny hands clung to her jacket, his gaze curiously drifting over the building as if sensing it was different from the small home theyâd left behind. She'd forgotten that he had never been there. He hadn't known her life as an Avenger. It felt like a lifetime ago.
It was different now. Emptier. The building was quiet and dark, save for a few lights here and there. The once-busy hallways were now nearly silent. No footsteps echoed against the tile, and no voices or laughter broke the stillness. The air was cool and smelled faintly of food. Someone was cooking.
The sound of claws tapping against the floor made her look back. Ollie padded up behind her, his tongue lolling out in a panting grin, his tail wagging softly.
"Okay," Natasha muttered walking further into the compound. "We're home, Nicky."
He made a small, inquisitive noise and buried his face against her shoulder, his little fingers curling into the fabric of her jacket.
In the kitchen, Tony and Pepper sat together at the counter, sharing a quiet dinner. They were deep in conversation, their voices low, but Natasha caught glimpses of concern in Pepperâs expression as she leaned closer to Tony. They were discussing something seriousâshe could tell by the way Tony was fiddling with his coffee mug, brow furrowed.
The sound of her footsteps made them both look up. Tonyâs mouth fell open for a beat before he quickly regained his composure, but the shock in his eyes was unmistakable.
âNatasha!â he exclaimed, his voice somewhere between delighted and bewildered. âAnd...a kid?â
âYeah.â Natasha tightened her hold on Nicky, who watched Tony with wide, curious eyes. âThis is Dominic.â
Tony blinked, looking from her to the toddler and back again. âIs he...yours?â
âHeâs mine,â Natasha replied softly, her tone steady but carrying a weight that only those who knew her well could understand.
"Did you steal him?" Tony asked. He barely flinched at the pinch Pepper given him under the table.
"No, Tony, I didn't steal him," she muttered.
"But you've been gone forâ"
"He's my son," She cut in, her tone firm, leaving no room for doubt.
Pepper's expression softened.
"It's nice to meet you, Dominic," Pepper's voice was soft and calm.
Nicky made a soft noise and tucked his head against Natasha's shoulder, shy and uncertain.
"This is Aunt Pepper and Uncle Tony," Natasha murmured to him. "They're good people."
Tony and Pepper exchanged a brief look.
"He's a mini you, Nat," Tony said quietly, a small smile creeping into his expression.
"I tend to think he looks like my wife," Natasha shrugged. You did birth him after all.
Tonyâs jaw dropped, and he blinked at her in shock, trying to process the words.
âYourâŠwife?â he repeated slowly, looking at Natasha as though he were piecing together a puzzle.
A flicker of emotion crossed Natasha's faceâsomething softer, something mournful. She glanced down at Nicky, brushing a gentle hand over his hair as he burrowed closer to her shoulder.
âYes. My wife,â she confirmed quietly, her voice laced with a kind of bittersweet strength. âHe takes after her, you knowâespecially the smile.â
Tony opened his mouth and then closed it again, his brow furrowing, and Pepper reached to cover his hand with hers, gently squeezing his fingers. "And the dog?"
"I stole him," She said.
Tony chuckled softly.
Natasha was suddenly exhausted. It was too much, too fast. She needed space. Space to breathe, space to process, space to be with her son. She shifted her weight, and the motion drew Ollie's attention.
"He's been a good help," she murmured. "Dominic's not fond of long rides. Usually y/n would sit with him and help him sleep."
âOh, NatashaâŠâ Pepper murmured, reaching out to gently touch her arm. âI didnât know. Iâm so sorry.â
Natasha gave a small, tight nod. âIt wasâŠbefore all of this happened.â She took a deep breath, glancing around the compound as if seeing it with fresh eyes. âAfter the snap, IâŠdidnât know what else to do. And I thought maybeâŠcoming back here might help us.â
Tony cleared his throat, clearly still processing. âWell, youâre here now, and thatâs what matters. Youâre both welcome here, Nat.â
Nicky peeked up at Tony, his shyness momentarily forgotten, and Tony gave him a little smile and wave. âHey, kiddo. Iâm your Uncle Tony, and weâllâŠwork on getting you into the best tech school money can buy.â
Natashaâs lips curved into a faint smile, some of her tension easing. âOne step at a time, Tony.â
He held up his hands, conceding, and gave a small chuckle. "You must be hungry. Have you eaten?"
"No," she admitted.
"Sit. I'll get you both something."
"I don't think he'll eat anything."
"He's gotta eat something," Tony waved a hand. "I made steaks."
"You cooked?" Natasha questioned.
"Yes," Tony shot her a glare. "And you're welcome. Pepper and I have been taking turns, but it's not as if we have a chef."
"I'm sorry," Natasha whispered, a small blush creeping up her neck.
"Sit, Nat. I'll get you both something," Pepper said softly.
"Thank you," she murmured, her gaze shifting to Nicky. Before Tony could ask more questions, Steve stepped into the kitchen. He was sporting some serious five o'clock shadow and his hair had grown at least an inch.
"Nat?" he said, his voice hoarse, his eyes widening slightly. He was frozen to the spot.
"I thought you might have run off to Europe again," Natasha commented.
"I, uh, have some business here. Wanted to be back if things changed," He answered.
"I'm glad you did," she said, a sad smile forming.
"How's Nicky?" Steve asked.
"Wait? You know him? You knew about him?" Tony brought a plate of food to place in front of Natasha.
"I did," Steve shook his head."I met him when I went to get Nat and her family," He shrugged.
"Family?"
"Yes, Tony. Family. Y/n is my wife. Nicky is our son." Natasha clarified. "Stella is...she's our daughter. She's three."
"But you were gone," Tony said. "A lot. Here with us. Like all the time."
"I took breaks, Tony. And yes, I was gone a lot. That's why we bought a house. Y/n could stay home. It was easier than having a nanny or putting Stella in daycare."
"Oh, uh. I didn't know," He murmured, suddenly realizing how insensitive he was being.
"I didn't mean to interrupt. I just came for a drink," Steve said, grabbing a bottle of water and backing away.
"Steak, Cap?" Tony called.
"I'm good, Tony," He waved.
"You could stay," Natasha suggested.
"I don't want to intrude," Steve said.
"You won't. Nicky needs someone to keep him busy. Ollie will only entertain him so much," Natasha chuckled.
"Ollie?" Steve looked confused.
"Our new dog. He found us before we got here."
Just as he sat down, Nicky reached for Steve, his tiny arms opening and closing. Natasha's heart lurched. He was looking for a connection with the only other person he knew. Steve scooped Nicky up, placing him on his lap, and began to speak to him in a low, quiet voice.
"So," Tony clapped his hands, breaking the tension. "What did this wife of yours look like? How did you meet her?"
Natasha took a bite of her steak, chewing it slowly, letting the silence draw out until Pepper gave him a look. "She was a former SHIELD agent."
"She was?" Tony was confused.
"Yes," Natasha nodded.
"When did you meet her?" Steve asked.
"Tony, I really think we should discuss something else," Pepper told him gently. She could see the tears forming in Natasha's eyes.
"Like what?" Tony was oblivious.
"Tony, she lost her family," Pepper scolded.
"Right," Tony backed down for once. His curiosity was evident.
"Tell us about him," Pepper gestured toward Nicky.
"He's stubborn," Natasha smirked. "Just like his mother. And he's brave, and he's smart."
"We're going to get them back Nat," Steve said firmly. She wished she could believe him.
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The days had started to blur together, each one folding into the next in an endless cycle of searching, planning, and hoping. Natasha clung to Steve's words with everything she had, holding onto the idea that somehow, sheâd bring you and everyone else back. She pushed herself to the limit, reaching out to anyone and everyoneâOkoye in Wakanda, Rocket and the Guardians, and even a scroll of world leaders. Every door opened led to another closed one, and yet she kept moving forward, refusing to believe that all hope was lost.
But being an Avenger, a relentless force in her search, wasnât her hardest job. Every time she returned to the compound after a long, fruitless day, her hardest job began: being a mother to Nicky. Heâd started speaking more, toddling around the compound, exploring every nook and cranny. His laughter resonated down the quiet halls, moments of brightness in an otherwise somber world. Yet there were days he grew frustrated, looking around as if he knew someone was missing but couldnât understand why.
Here they are in their suite just the two of them and Ollie. Ollie watched with slight interest, one ear raised, as Natasha placed a single cupcake in front of them on the coffee table. Finding it had been a challengeâmost bakeries in New York were still struggling to recover, their shelves often bare and their employees long gone. But today was special. Today was Nickyâs third birthday, and despite everything, she was determined to give him a good day.
The cupcake was modest but beautiful, topped with a swirl of frosting and a single candle flickering gently in the still air.
âLook what I found!â Natasha exclaimed, leaning closer to him with a playful grin. âItâs your very own birthday cupcake!â
Nicky clapped his hands and giggled. "It's my favorite color, Mama."
"Red," She smiled, her fingers gently tugging on his ear.
"Like Mama's hair."
"Yes, like Mama's hair," She kissed his cheek, pulling a box of matches from her pocket.
"I'm three," he added, holding up three fingers. "A big boy."
"That's right, baby," She lit the candle and started singing, her voice quiet and slightly raspy.
As the song ended, Nicky squealed and bounced up and down in her lap. "Make a wish, sweetheart," Natasha whispered.
Nicky looked at the flame for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly.
"Do I blow it out, Mama?"
"Yes, that's what we do. We blow it out."
"And then we make a wish?"
"Yep."
Nicky stared at the flame, his chubby hands resting on Natasha's forearm, and let out a short puff of air, the flame wavering and sputtering out.
"What did you wish for?" she murmured.
Nicky grinned. "A basketball."
"You like basketball?" Natasha's brows rose.
"I wanna play basketball," He told her.
"Maybe when you're bigger, kiddo," She chuckled softly.
Nicky nodded, his attention moving to the frosting. Natasha quickly swiped some off the top, and he eagerly opened his mouth.
"Good?" She asked.
He gave an enthusiastic nod. "More, Mama."
She obliged, wiping more frosting onto her finger, and he giggled as he took it from her.
"Okay, you need a bath after this. Then we can play with your new toys," Natasha said.
Nicky paused a smudge of red frosting at the corner of his mouth. "Can we watch more videos of Mommy and my sister?"
"Yes, we can." She kissed his cheek, her heart twisting with pain and joy."Happy birthday, Nicky," She murmured, wrapping her arms around him and holding him close. She reached for the phone, found the birthday video you'd taken in France, and played it for him.
"It was so nice to celebrate your birthday here, baby. Look at you. You're so big." Your voice sounded from the speakers.
Tears sprang to Natasha's eyes as she watched. She was doing the best she could, but nothing could replace you. It was only a matter of time before Nicky understood the situation fully.
"That's my sister," Nicky said excitedly as Stella stepped into the frame.
"Yes, that's your sister," Natasha agreed. "She's a good big sister."
"Where's Stella and Mommy?" He asked quietly, his tone hopeful.
Natasha's chest tightened. She'd told him many times that you were away, and she was working on bringing you home. It was a lie that grew harder to tell each time he asked. She wasn't sure how much longer she could keep it up.
"They're away right now, Nicky," Natasha answered gently.
"How come they're not here?"
"Mommy and Stella are in another place," Natasha explained, brushing her hand over his hair. He really needed a haircut. "It's far away."
"Like a trip?"
"Sort of," She nodded, not sure how to continue.
"Are they coming home soon?"
"We're working on it," She said, swallowing hard.
"Can I play with Ollie now?" He asked.
"Sure, honey. He's been waiting for you."
Nicky scrambled from her lap, his small body moving across the room. The dog stood and stretched, shaking his fur before padding toward the toddler.
"Be careful, okay?" She warned him.
Nicky was already on the floor, his fingers tangled in the dog's fur. Natasha's eyes turned back to the video.
Natasha watched you scoop him into your arms, your laughter loud and carefree, his giggles infectious. Her heart twisted in her chest, aching. A tear rolled down her cheek.
"I love you," she whispered, her gaze turning toward Nicky. He was sprawled on the floor with Ollie, the two of them engaged in an intense game of tug of war.
She loved him enough for the both of you.Â
********
The days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, and Natasha found herself lost in the whirlwind of motherhood and the unending search for answers. The ache in her heart was a constant reminder of what they had lost, but she held onto hope, even if it felt threadbare. This was year three.
The morning light streamed through the window as she sipped her coffee, the mug warming her hands. Today felt different, thoughâa change was in the air. She sensed it even before Steve arrived with his suitcase in hand, a determined look on his face.
âHey, Nat,â he greeted her, his voice steady but soft.
âHey,â she replied, setting her mug down. âYouâre moving out?â
âYeah, I found a place in Brooklyn.â His smile was filled with sadness, but he tried to mask it.
âOh,â Natasha said, feeling a pang in her chest. Steve had been a steady presence, a support system when everything else felt chaotic. âAre you sure about this?â
âI need my own space,â he admitted, glancing around the suite that had become their makeshift home. âI think itâll be good for me. For all of us. It's been three years since the snap."
Natasha felt her breath catch in her throat, her fingers tightening on her mug. Three years.
"And I...I can't stay here any longer, Nat," he continued, his gaze distant, as if he were seeing the past.
She understood. The compound held memories, good and bad, and for Steve, those memories were a constant reminder of his lost love. Tony and Pepper had announced their pregnancy shortly after she moved in and had gone lakeside with their newborn, Morgan. For the past few years, it's just been the three of them. It became routine to have Steve at lunch or dinner.
"I get it," Natasha nodded, taking another sip of coffee.
"But, hey," he added, trying for a more upbeat tone. "I'm not too far. I'll be back to visit. And I'm still working on finding a way to bring them back. We'll get them back, Nat."
"I know."
"And you're welcome at my place any time."
"Thanks, Steve," Natasha managed a small smile. "And thank you. For everything."
"It's what friends do," he shrugged, pulling her into a hug.
"Take care of yourself," she murmured.
"I will," he assured her. "And don't be a stranger, okay? My door is always open."
"I'll remember that," she gave a soft laugh.
Steve lingered a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features.
"Something else?" She prompted.
"No, no," Steve shook his head.
With that, he was gone.
**********
Natasha was truly alone now and she found herself stretched thin. Every answer she'd gotten only led back to square one. There was no getting you back. There was no coming back from this. Today was one of those days. Nicky was being particularly stubborn, a trait he had inherited from both her and you. He had spent the morning refusing to pick up his toys, ignoring her gentle reminders to tidy up.
âNicky, please,â she said, her patience waning as she knelt beside him. âWe need to clean up before we can play outside. You canât keep leaving your toys all over the place.â
He looked up at her, his hazel eyes mirroring your defiance. âNo! I wanna play with Ollie!â
Natasha felt frustration bubbling inside her. âYou can play with Ollie after you clean up. Thatâs the rule,â she insisted, trying to maintain her composure.
Nicky scowled, his little fists balling up, and stomped his foot. âNo!â he shouted, crossing his arms stubbornly. âI donât want to!â
The defiance ignited something deep within Natasha, and she took a deep breath to steady herself. âNicky, I need you to listen to me. This isnât just about toys; itâs about helping each other. Weâre a team, remember?â
Her son shook his head, a few stray tears falling from his eyes. "I want my mommy!" he shouted, his lower lip trembling. "You're no fun."
"Well right now you're mommy's not here," Natasha swallowed. "I'm here and I'm telling you to pick up your toys."
"No," Nicky muttered, his stubborn streak on full display.
"Fine," Natasha snapped, pushing herself to her feet. "If you want to act like a baby, then I'll treat you like one."
She stalked away from him, grabbing a pillow from the sofa and dropping it on the floor.
"Go sit in time out," she ordered.
"No, Mama," Nicky whimpered.
"Time. Out."
"I don't want time out."
"It's either time out or the naughty step," She said firmly.
"No," he shouted, his tiny fist hitting the pillow and knocking it off. "No, no, no, no." He yelled.
"Dominic," Natasha's voice was sharp, her gaze hard. "Stop that right now. I am your mother and you will obey me."
"You're mean," He muttered, his cheeks flushed.
"You're the one being mean right now," she pointed out. "Now sit down and stay there until I say so."
"You don't tell me what to do," He screamed. "I want my other mommy, not you."
His expression remained resolute, and Natasha could feel her temper flaring. âYouâre ruining my life!â she snapped before she could catch herself.
Nicky recoiled as if she had struck him, his eyes welling with tears, and for a moment Natasha thought he might apologize. But then he was crying, his tiny shoulders shaking, his face scrunched up with emotion.
Ollie let out a soft whine, nudging his head against Nicky's leg.
"Nicky," She breathed.
"You don't love me," He cried, his arms wrapped tightly around the dog.
"Nicky," Natasha repeated, moving to kneel beside him.
"You don't want me."
"Nicky, no," Natasha said softly, her heart breaking at the sound of his sobs.
"You wish I wasn't here."
"No, no, Nicky."
"I wanna go back to Mommy," He hiccuped, his tears still falling. Nevermind the fact that his memories of you were fleeting and few.
"Nicky, look at me," Natasha tried, her fingers gently tilting his chin up.
"No," He refused, his gaze fixed on the ground.
"Please," she pleaded.
Nicky met her gaze, his eyes filled with tears and sadness.
"I'm sorry, Nicky. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that. I was just frustrated. You can't say those things. That's not true," She shook her head.
"Then why?"
"Because," She started, her heart pounding in her chest. "Your mommy is gone and I'm trying so hard to bring her back. I'm sorry baby. Listen to me."
"You yelled," He accused.
"I know. I shouldn't have done that."
"My ears hurt."
"I'm sorry. Here," She pulled him onto her lap, her arms wrapping around him. "Mama's so sorry. Baby."
Nicky buried his face against her shoulder, his small hands clinging to her shirt. "Mama," He hiccuped, his fingers tangled in her shirt.
"Baby, listen to me. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that," She sighed.
"You're not mad?" He mumbled.
"I'm not mad," She reassured him, kissing his head. "I'm so sorry. I promise you I'm trying. I'm doing everything I can. Okay?"
Nicky nodded.
"You know I love you so much, right?"
"Yes."
"And your mommy loves you. So much. She would be so proud of you. Okay?"
Nicky let out a shuddering breath, his fingers clutching her shirt.
"You're my boy," She murmured. "And I'm going to do everything I can to keep you safe."
***********
The streets of New York City were eerily empty as Natasha walked along the sidewalks. It had been a long time since sheâd ventured out on her own, without Nicky by her side. She had left him with Steve, knowing the six-year-old would be safe and entertained while she took a moment to breathe. The city felt both familiar and foreign, a blend of memories and shadows that lingered in the corners of her mind.
Though sheâd tried to hold onto hope, there were days when it slipped through her fingers like sand. Natasha brushed a hand through her hair, exhaling slowly as she took in the skyline, the towering buildings standing as a testament to resilienceâsomething she desperately needed to muster within herself.
Her feet carried her toward a small bar tucked away between two larger establishments, the neon sign flickering in the dim light. It seemed inviting, almost like a refuge from the overwhelming world outside. Natasha hesitated at the entrance, her fingers curling around the door handle, but then she pushed it open, her boots landing on the worn floorboards.
A handful of patrons occupied the tables, their heads bowed and voices hushed. No one seemed to notice her as she approached the bar, the bartender polishing a glass and humming softly to himself.
He glanced up as she sat down, a half smile playing on his lips.
"What can I get ya?"
"Just a beer," she replied.
"Coming right up."
The bartender grabbed a bottle and popped the cap off before sliding it toward her.
"Thanks," she said, taking a long swig.
He leaned closer, his eyes appraising her. "I don't mean to be nosy, but you look familiar."
Natasha tensed, her fingers gripping the bottle tighter.
"I knew it," he smiled. "You're an Avenger."
"Yeah," she nodded.
"What brings you to our neck of the woods?"
"Just needed a break," she admitted, her voice low.
"From?"
"Everything."
"Sounds rough," he commented.
"It's been a rough few years."
"Tell me about it," the bartender shook his head. "This whole snap thing has really shaken up the city."
"You can say that again," Natasha muttered, taking another sip of her beer.
Sensing that she needed to be alone he left her to her thoughts. As the bartender walked away, she glanced around the room, her gaze landing on a woman seated a few stools down. The woman was alone, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, a book resting on the counter beside her.
"It's Harry Potter," The woman held up her book. "Dorky right?"
"Not at all," Natasha smiled.
"I'm Nora," the woman offered her hand.
"Natasha."
"You're an Avenger," she grinned.
"Guilty as charged."
"You guys are heroes."
"Thanks."
"How's that going?"
"Honestly, I've had better days," Natasha laughed bitterly.
âIs this seat taken?â Nora asked as she moved closer.
"All yours."
"So, what's an Avenger doing at my local dive bar?"
"Just trying to clear my head," Natasha answered.
"Well, I'm glad you're here."
"Me too."
Natasha took another swig of her beer, the alcohol burning her throat.
"Wanna talk about it?" Nora asked.
"There's not much to talk about," Natasha sighed. "My wife's gone. I'm raising our son on my own. The rest of the team has split up, and I have no idea what's happening."
"Oh, wow," Nora's brow furrowed. "That's heavy."
"Yeah," Natasha nodded.
"I'm sorry," Nora gave her a sympathetic smile.
"It is what it is," Natasha shrugged, downing the last of her beer.
"Here," Nora offered her a shot glass filled with amber liquid.
"I shouldn't," Natasha hesitated.
"You should. Trust me. It helps."
Natasha accepted the shot glass, swallowing the liquid in one gulp.
"I don't want to seem weird, but if you need someone to talk to, I'm a pretty good listener."
"And if I didn't want you to listen?"
"Well, I can be there for other things too," Nora smirked.
Natasha met her gaze, a slight flush creeping up her cheeks. "Yeah, you can."
"Are you busy tonight?"
"Not at all," Natasha laughed, her mood lifting.
"Wanna get out of here?" Nora suggested. "My apartment is down the street."
"Lead the way." She gestured, slapping a twenty dollar bill on the counter.
âAm I really doing this?â Natasha wondered silently, her thoughts racing. She hadnât intended to meet someone tonight, let alone flirt with them, but something about Nora's easy demeanor and infectious laughter drew her in. It had been ages since Natasha had allowed herself to entertain thoughts of connection beyond her role as a mother and an Avenger. Was this just a fleeting moment of distraction, or could it be something more?
Nora led the way down the street, her long strides effortlessly navigating the sidewalk. Natasha followed closely, acutely aware of the warmth radiating from Noraâs presence. âThis way,â Nora called back, her voice light and inviting.
As they walked, Natasha couldnât help but replay the evening in her mind. The shot had loosened her inhibitions, allowing her to share more than she had intended.
âAre you always this quiet?â Nora asked, glancing over at her. She took Natasha's hand in her own. A presumptuous move.
Natasha smiled, enjoying the feeling of Nora's hand in hers.
"I'm on the third floor," Nora narrated as they took the elevator to hr apartment.
The door opened into a cozy space, the lights dimmed and the scent of cinnamon lingered in the air.
"So this is my humble abode," Nora announced, her hand gesturing around the room.
"Nice place," Natasha commented, her gaze lingering on the bookshelf and the photographs decorating the walls.
"Make yourself comfortable," Nora invited, slipping her shoes off and tossing her jacket onto the armchair.
"Thanks," Natasha smiled, sinking into the sofa and resting her head against the cushion.
Nora settled beside her, a glass of wine in each hand.
"So, do you frequent that bar a lot?"
"More often than I'd like," Nora admitted. "But you didn't come all the way to my apartment to get to know me."
"No," Natasha agreed, taking a sip of her wine. "I didn't."
It's almost as if Nora instantly knew what she needed or assumed she did. She straddled Natasha's lap and moved to kiss her. Natasha turned her head.
"I'm sorry I just.." Natasha shook her head. Nora doesn't take offense. She simply nuzzled Natasha's neck. It's there Natasha allowed her to place a kiss.
"You smell so good," Nora murmured, her fingers brushing through Natasha's hair.
"Thanks," Natasha breathed.
Nora's lips brushed over her neck, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. Natasha leaned into the touch, her eyes closing.
"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," Nora said softly.
"No," Natasha assured her. "You didn't."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah," Natasha smiled.
Nora returned the smile, her fingers tracing patterns on Natasha's skin.
"You're beautiful," she murmured.
"So are you," Natasha replied, her fingers tangling in Nora's hair. Nora's kisses continued on her neck as her hands worked Natasha's belt buckle.
"Nora," Natasha gasped.
"Relax," Nora breathed.
"I can't."
"Yes, you can."
"We're moving fast."
"Too fast?"
"Maybe," Natasha sighed.
"You can tell me to stop."
"No, no, it's okay," Natasha insisted. "I just...need a minute."
"Of course," Nora smiled, her fingers trailing along Natasha's jawline.
"You're not like other people I've met."
"How so?"
"You're..."
"Charming? Sexy? Funny?" Nora teased.
"I was going to say sweet," Natasha smiled but it didn't quite reach her eyes.
"You miss your wife," Nora sighed.
"It's almost five years,"
"And you haven't been with anyone since."
"No, I haven't."
"You're lonely," Nora said, a sympathetic smile playing on her lips.
"Yeah," Natasha admitted. "I'm sorry. I can't do this."
"It's fine," Nora assured her. "I understand."
"Thanks," Natasha said.
"Are you hungry?" Nora asked.
"Starving," Natasha replied.
"Good," Nora smiled, standing up and offering her hand. "I've got leftover pizza."
"Sounds perfect," Natasha laughed.
They ended up eating the pizza on the couch, their knees touching as they chatted about everything and nothing. All Natasha needed was a friend.
***************
Natasha sat on a bench, watching Nicky play. He was growing up fast, his hair now cascading past his shoulders, and he was lanky and tall for his age, nearing seven years old. It was hard to believe how quickly time had passed since the Snap, and that he was already older than Stella ever was.
Nicky dashed around, his laughter ringing out like music, as he chased after a group of pigeons. He had taken a liking to animals, a trait he had most definitely inherited from you, and was always eager to see whatever was running around the compound.
Natasha chuckled, her gaze fixed on her son.
"He's getting big," a familiar voice called out, making her turn.
"Yeah," she smiled.
"Can I join you?" Steve asked, motioning to the empty space beside her.
"Of course," she scooted over.
"So how are you holding up?" He asked, settling down.
"I'm alright," Natasha replied.
"Just alright?"
"You know," she shrugged.
"It's getting easier, isn't it?"
"What is?"
"Living without them."
"Steve," she sighed.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I just wanted to check in."
"No, it's fine," she waved off.
"I'm here if you need anything."
"I appreciate that," she smiled.
"You look happier," Steve observed.
"Do I?"
"Yeah, you do."
"I feel better," she admitted.
"Good," Steve smiled. "That's good."
"Mama, look," Nicky called out, showing her the pigeon perched on his arm.
"That's great, buddy," she smiled.
"I'm gonna name him George," Nicky declared.
"Okay," she laughed. "We're going to double wash you during bath time."
Nicky frowned, his nose scrunching up.
"It's true," she nodded. "You don't want George to give you a disease."
"Oh," he sighed. "Alright."
"I love you, baby."
"Love you too, Mama."
"Be careful," she reminded him.
"I will."
Nicky ran off again, the pigeon and Ollie following behind him.
"It's getting late," Natasha commented, glancing up at the darkening sky.
"Yeah," Steve agreed.
"Do you have to be anywhere?"
"No," Steve shook his head.
"Good, I'd like the company."
"Glad I can be of service," Steve laughed.
They watched in silence as Nicky played, the sky streaked with pink and purple hues. He was the only real memory she had of you. She'd cherish him forever.
---> next part
#natasha romanoff#black reader#natasha x reader#black widow x reader#black widow x female reader#afamilyofherownau
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âĄGAME SHOWâ
Yandere class 1a x reader imagine or something idk..
A/n: I wanted to make a part 2 or silly scenario of this fic imagining any possibility
DISCLAIMER: The concept and idea is NOT mine this idea belongs to @lady-ashfade and the divder is by @kimjiho1 please go check out their channel and theit work if you want to support her and want the context of this fic thank you!
Summary: there's only a ticket to f/s, and only one classmate can go... so how do they solve this...WITH A GAME SHOW OFC!
âWhat, which one of us gets to goâŠâ everyone paused and stared at each other you felt the tension of everyone ready to rip their heads off over this opportunity to finally be alone with you "Maybe I should-" Izuku was cut off by Bakugo and towards you "I HELPED THEM GET THE MOST CANDY I SHOULD GO!" He yelled, "But we won, and I floated around the candy bags when they were getting heavy! I should go, right, sweetie?" Ochako looked at you with pleading eyes as she held your arm tight
"you guys only got them at the last minute, plus mi amor, I made up the plan of working together! I should go!" Sero protested while the dekusquad and his squad were glaring at him. "Sero, you're betraying us?! That isn't manly!" Kirishima pouted, looking at his friend. "Oh, quiet; you would've done the same thing for that extra ticket!" Tokoyami added, earning a glare from the red-haired male. Everyone else started butting heads and joining in fighting about who gets the tickets while they grabbed ahold of you
"Hey can't everyone just calm down!" you said annoyed with their antics but it seemed like nobody heard you, you groaned, you already had to deal with 20-plus students tugging you into their group to trick or treat with them while they tried to talk flirt, showing affection or just want your attention everyone was getting louder as if they were roving up their quirks to attack
"Everyone STOP!!" Everyone stopped in their tracks and backed away from each other looking at you "I will think about it overnight then I'll say my answer tomorrow at the end of the day just stop fighting it's getting late anyway" the class grumbled to themselves sending glares and slides remarks and headed to their dorms for the night
You lie in your bed wondering who to choose to stare at the tickets the dekusquad gave you, the dekusquad did win with Ochako floating us around the town (and side hugging you while carrying a bag of candy in the other hand) Iida, todoroki, and izuku zooming through each house with their quirks and tsuyu grabbing the candy in her tongue they all worked so hard but the bakusquad was also the reason you got a lot of candy so it wouldn't be fair as well... plus Momo creating extra bags using her quirk when you got tugged away from the deluging
There were so many good choices you just couldn't decide! They were all your friends! And they also helped you out at the contest even if they were overbearing your head was buried in the pillow guilt overcoming you the thought of your classmates feeling sad cause you didn't choose them makes you a bad friend "Maybe...when I wake up I'll probably have an answer.." you thought surely your classmates will be a bit more understanding and patient the next day right?
Oh boy you were, your friends seemed to grow clingy towards you and not to mention more competitive with each other, Iida or Shoji offered you to walk to class with them which caused a bit fit between them, during periods whenever you needed to borrow anything like a pencil or an easer your friends saw it as some sort of challenge or war, jirou or tsuyu trying to offer to carry your stuff even tho you can carry them just fine,
At the cafeteria normally your friends would sit with their certain groups but now they were against each other not even the groups were together hands kept tugging you to their direction insisting you should sit with them it got so bad you couldn't even escape to the roof because hakagure, Mina and Ojiro, were already waiting for you arguing you had to hide in the closet to eat your lunch in peace which sucks
But training was the worst everybody kept trying to interrupt your training and sparring just so they could get your attention shoji and Kirishima flexed their muscles towards you making sure you got a full view, Izuku and Katsuki were tryna beat each other to see who could prove to protect you, tsuyu pretending to teach you some stealthy tricks so she can have a excuse to talk to you more about your favorite show, tokoyami and Mina throwing everything they have on each other for you
And then it was the end of the day and you still couldn't pick anyone Your overbearing classmates drained you so much you forgot all about it, you sighed entering in the common room where everyone's eyes were on you eagerly waiting for your answer "I-I" "do you know who to choose it's me right!" Ojiro came out of nowhere right in your face, his tail wagging a bit. You backed up a bit while everyone glared at him. "Don't be so sure. It's perhaps probably me," Todoroki said nonchalantly. "What makes so sure it's you icy? hot!?" Bakugo added glaring at him
Then everyone started bickering again, claiming that it's gonna be them. You groaned, obviously not knowing what to do. "Quiet!" The class shut up immediately and looked towards where the voice came from. The voice said a tried purple boy walked into the scene, revealing himself and placing his a on your shoulder. "If it can get you to stop screaming at each other, why not battle for it or something?" Shinsou's suggested with a smirk
Everyone looked at each other for a second; Bakugo had a malicious smile." If it'll that will end this, why can't we..." As he said, activating his quirk, you panicked, not wanting another war breaking out or especially one of your friends getting hurt over some tickets. "Or, how about a game show!" You blurt out. Everybody pauses for a second until Hakagure blurts out, "That could be fun! Good idea y/n!" She hugged you tightly as everyone else reluctantly agreed as well
....
"Welcome one and all to the amazing UA high gameshow!!!" The presenter mic announced as the class clapped and cheered determined to win that extra ticket "im your host present mic and tonight these contestants will be fighting for the tickets for f/s!!!" Mic proudly explained with the cheering soundtrack, "Let's meet our contestants! Class 1a!!" The cheering soundtrack came on again showing your friends looking as determined and focused as ever which surprised you a bit
"Now that you met our lovely contestants I'll drop the rules! There will be 4 rounds and a special final round. Each round will contain 5 students; the questions will be based on a certain student, quirk, or even based on your hero studies! Whoever gets the most points before this timer runs out goes to the special round where the winners of the previous rounds answer this special question. If one contestant gets it right, they're the winner!!"
Present mic proudly exclaimed; you turned to notice your friends not acknowledging the loud teacher. Rather, they were glaring at each other as if they were creating threats in their minds. You gulped nervously hoping nothing went to the extreme and they started trying to be at each other's throats again "Are you sure about this they don't look happy.." you showed your concern and Shinso who was also a contestant for fun smirked "it's fine I'm sure they won't try to kill each other in the middle of the game they aren't psychopaths" he joked, you nervously laughed at his humor attempt
Present mic then when in front of the screen "The 1st contestants of this round is... Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Tenya Iida, todoroki Shoto, and tsuyu Asui!" C'mon down!" The cheering soundtrack came on as The 5 classmates went down to their podiums, preparing to adjust themselves "Now, my assistant y/n will read the questions, and if you answer them correctly, you gain 100 points!" He then pushed you to the question podium you nervously waved as your friends were awestruck by your cuteness
As the round one began iida and izuku were answering them pretty well Ochako and todoroki were right behind them with tsuyu having 100 points shorter then the others "ok final question for 300 points...what's one of my abilities my quirk can do?" You asked the sudden button press and it was izuku his other group members glared at him,he without hesitation he replied "you can control the pressure! And control the temperature of the water but you can also-" before he can continue his endless ramblings present mic cut him off "Oh times up! Let's see who gets to go to the special round!"
The screen pull up each of the round 1 students points with tsuyu 600 Ochako 700 todoroki with a 700 iida with 700 and Midoriya with 1000 "looks like izuku Midoriya is heading to the special round!" The cheering soundtrack came on as izuku eyes bleamed he was for sure gonna win this!
"Onto the 2nd round!" Present mic cheered as the soundtrack played, "Our contestants are...Bakugo katsuki, Kirishima ejiou, Hanta Sero, Kaminari Denki, and Asido Mina!" The crowd cheered as they went up the stage Denki winked at you while Mina blew a kiss to you, you chuckled thinking she was just joking, and started the questions, the round was intense both contestants were answering these questions with the best of their abilities and whenever someone buzzes the button bakugo would glare darkly at them
It was tied down to Kirishima and Denki with 500 points, Mina with 700 points, Sero and Bakugo with 800 points again, then there was the last question: "All right, this question is worth 500 points. Whoever gets this correctly wins the 2nd round!" The 5 students were determined, their eyes locked on the screen, their hands hovering over the button. "The last question is if a citizen is giving you a hard time, what do you do?' Kirishima pressed the button 1st, causing everyone to glare, praying that he'd get the answer wrong. "You listen carefully and never argue back or interrupt," he answered. "Correct!" His eyes beamed up
"Congratulations, Kirishima, you will continue into the special round!" Present mic announced while his friends glared at him in jealousy as Kirishima sheepishly smiled. "Sorry guys!" "I'm not sharing my food with you for a week shitty hair bastard!!!" "not cool man!" "Betrayal!!" "Humph!"
As his friends all insult him, all Kirishima could think of was the tickets everyone kept tugging away from him, but not this time. He was so sure gonna win. He just needed a game plan. "Hey y/n, did you see me? I did amazing, didn't I?" You Glace at him and reutned a smile "yes you did! Keep up the good work!" You showed him a thumbs up and he did the same not noticng the jealous glances Kirishima got especially from Midoriya why couldn't you praise him he won too? He wondered
"Alright, listeners, it's time for round 3!" the Present mic announced "In this round, the contestants will be...mezou Shoji, Aoyama Yuga, Momo Yaoyorozu, Jirou Kyouka, and hitoshi shinsou!" The students then came out and went on the game podium all waving at you, Momo looked confident as if she knew she was gonna win this while the others looked determined ready for any questions
Round 3 was all right, nothing to extreme surprise. Momo had a score of 800, Jirou and Koda tied with 700 points, Aoyama with 600, and Shinsou with 500. "All right guys, this answer is worth 500 points!" Everyone's hand was on the buzzer, determined to answer this question: "Who was the 1st period ever recorded to have a quirk, and at what city?" Jirou pressed the button 1st, "Luminescent Baby who lived in Quing Quing City in China." Jirou managed to say, "Correct!" Jirou face lit up once she heard that she's actually going to the next round!
"Congratulations to our winner Kyouka san!" The present mic said, "Great job Jirou!" You cheered giving her a round of applause she blushed at the flattery and praise she thanked you avoiding your gaze everyone else glared in jealousy even momo bit her nail a bit too much
But Jirou was just like the others determined she always wanted to have a quiet evening with you just you she always loved being in your presence even if you don't even know she's there at times so imagining you and her watching your show together, holding hands, and even her confessing her love to you she already got the outfit to wear!
"Now onto the next and final round!" He announced, "Our final contestants are...Ojiro Mashsiro, Koda kouji, Tokoyami fumikage, Hakagure tooru, and Sato Rikido!" The students walled in adjusting themselves on the podium, Hakagure was waving and squealing at you trying to get your attention with dark Shadow waving his hand aggressively while Tokoyami blushed trying to calm himself down, Koda smiled and gave you a small wave, while Ojiro just smiled at you, clearing your throat once again and started the questions
The questions were a bit harder than the previous ones, heck you couldn't even know the answers or were just as confused as the other contestants as they made it to the last question Ojiro and Tokoyami had 700 points following behind was Koda with 600, and Hakagure and Sato with 500 points seriously what's with these ties? "The last question is worth 500 points is everyone ready?" Your classmates all look determined while Koda looks nervous
"What is the value of x when 2x + 3 = 3x â 4?" Koda quickly pressed the button you were suprised a bit since he's usually quiet about it "is it 7...?" You smiled and nodded "yes your correct!" Kodas eyes widen when he realizes he got the answer right
"Congratulations Koda! You're going into the special round!" Present mic cheered everyone else was just as shocked and envy Ojiro gave Koda a Good game! (Even tho he wanted to say something moren sinister) he kept his composer not wanting to act out infront of you, Hakagure whined and glared at Koda who sweat drops while dark shadow was complaining like a kid
"Now, everyone, are we ready for the Special round!" Present mic trying to hype up the class who was in the audience. They awkwardly clapped and secretly glared at them, "Midoriya, Kirishima, Jiro, and Koda, please step up!" Then students step up at the glittery podium labeled "special" Present mic got on his glittery suit as if he was waiting for the opportunity "Was he wearing that the whole time-"
"OK listeners welcome back to the special round!! This round will determine the true winner of the Ua and who will be taking home the f/s ticket! He said as he waved the ticket, "Now, this time, this question will be something from the classwork we worked on, so I hope you pay attention well!" Kirishima felt a sweat running down his face did he even study? He hoped he did. Jirou was a bit nervous but kept her determination; Koda was a whole lotta nervous thinking about the worst-case scenarios and "Is everyone ready? Remember to listen carefully!... what is the name of the young boy who wanted to be doctor Doolittle assistant?" Everyone thought for a moment barely remembering that lesson heck even you couldn't remember
That's when Koda hit the button to answer everyone stared at him intensity as if they were praying he got it wrong "uh...Tommy Stubbins?" Present mic checked the answer the room was getting more tense the longer he didn't say anything you were getting uncomfortable by how the room changes praying he just say the answer already "correct!" Confetti and Streamers rained down on the boy while he's processing what just happened
"Congratulations Kouji san you are the winner!!" Present mic announced as the cheering soundtrack came on "Congratulations koda!" You cheered as the other classmates reactions were mixed some glared jealousy at Koda while others were busy sulking in defeat..they lost their opportunity to be alone with you! But don't worry they'll find other ways~
Bonus: "that was a great show wasn't it!" You said excitingly as you walked out the building Koda looked a bit nervous like something was bothering him "y-yea! It was!" "Are you ok is something bothering you? You been feeling tense all throughout the show?" Koda quickly reassured you that he was fine and the crowd was only making him nervous that was all that made you ease up a bit
"yea it can be overstimulating most of the time you wanna hang out un my room to ease down your nerves?" Koda blushed and nodded taking the opportunity to spend more time with you but the truth is he wasn't nervous about that he was nervous about him and the others getting caught cause of how obvious they were all glaring jealousy at the boy but no matter it was worth it anyway~
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intern (ot8) [volume four]
pairing: free use intern!reader x office workers!ateez
preview: getting this type of job feels so wrong. but you need money and hey, they're all hot.
tags/warnings: fem!reader, free use, perv!ateez, monster cocks for all of ateez i fear, it's pretty much all dom!ateez but woosan do like to beg to cum so do with that what you will, ties as restraints, hair pulling, spit kink, spanking (with hands and belts), degrading, praise, pet names (slut, whore, cumdump, doll, baby, princess), throat/stomach bulge, sometimes it's one at a time and sometimes it's five, voyeurism, hand jobs, oral (f+m receiving), vibrator torture, crying, anal, two cocks in one whole who cheered, so many creampies [these are general tags for all parts, not all of these will be in every part]
trigger warnings: if i forgot tags, don't kill me
wc: 2.8k
song recs for this fic: teeth by enhypen
a/n: final part :( I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS SERIES. thank you so much for all the love and support and i hope you'll look forward to my future works !!
your body burns as you realize you still have a pair of coworkers left who want to use you until youâre completely broken. the biggest, most sadistic ones. they had saved themselves for last, loving how fucked out and positively exhausted you looked. itâs almost the end of the day, an hour and a half remaining of all your shifts. you had no idea how you were going to be able to drive home in your current condition, that was about to get worse.Â
you roll over onto your back so you can see both of the massive men standing over you. you hold yourself up with your palms, gulping at the idea of what they desperately want to do with you. you pant, still trying to catch your breath from the way wooyoung and san had used you. you were drenched in sweat and cum dripped from between your legs into a puddle on the floor. yunho chuckles before nudging mingi.
âlook at her, all spent and used. youâre basically just a cocksleeve now,â yunho leans down to throw you over his shoulder and carry you over to his desk in the corner of the room. he sizes you up, him and mingi basically being twice your size. they tower over you, trapping you in the corner. mingi wraps his hand around your throat, just under your jaw, to force you to look up at them. âyou know weâre the biggest and the meanest, right?â he cocks his eyebrow at you. you nod tentatively, a small amount of fear bubbling in your stomach.Â
mingi moves his hand from your throat to the top of your head, pushing down and forcing you onto your knees in front of them. your tongue falls out of your mouth instinctively, awaiting the abuse of your throat that is inevitable. yunho and mingi smirk at each other before undoing their belts and dropping their pants to their ankles. your eyes widen at the sheer size of the both of them, taking the saying âhung like a horseâ very seriously. âlook at our dirty girl, so eager to have her mouth filled,â yunho says, leaning down to grip a handful of your hair and force your open mouth down his cock. you cough and sputter around him, his cock jabbing the back of your throat with brute force. you bring your hands to his thighs and dig your nails into his skin until they leave little crescent marks.Â
mingi chuckles, watching you squirm and struggle with yunhoâs cock in your mouth. he strokes himself, watching as tears run down your face and saliva drips out of the corners of your mouth. you strain your eyes to look up at mingi with a pleading look. âaw, a little cock drunk, baby?â mingiâs voice is full of fake pity as yunho tilts his head back, his adamâs apple bobbing in his throat. you can tell both of them have orgasms that are building. mingi is bucking his cock into his palm, getting off on how utterly pathetic you look while being used. his veiny, slender fingers run over his cock deliciously, getting closer to his release just watching you. yunho is gulping down his saliva as his orgasm builds, your mouth feeling heavenly around his hard length. you run your tongue over the underside of his cock, feeling the veins that protrude from pleasure.
âfuck, baby, that feels so good. your throat is so perfect for my c-cock,â yunho mumbles, finally hanging his head to look down at you. he pets your hair, gently caressing you while tormenting your throat. his pretty fingers run through the locks of your hair, smiling at you like youâre his whole world. âmingi and i a-are gonna cum all o-over your face, okay? make you into a pretty painting,â yunho struggles to speak as his orgasm builds more intensely. mingi wobbles a little closer to you, jerking himself off faster to match yunhoâs pace. âfuck, cumming, god baby,â yunho pulls out of your mouth swiftly, replacing your wet heat with his hand, jerking himself to release over your skin. mingi follows suit quickly after, covering you in a second layer of semen.Â
their chests heave heavily, trying to regain their composure after a simple first round. once composed, the sinister vibe returns to their aura. âwe know you took two cocks in both your holes, but can you take both of us in your sweet pussy, baby?â mingi hooks his arms under your shoulders to lift you off the floor again. your legs are wobbly, so you hold onto him for balance. you donât respond, your mind going completely numb. âpretty and dumb, my favorite type of girl,â yunho says, leaning down to kiss your exposed shoulder. âyouâve been on all fours all day, so we wonât do that to you again,â mingi joinâs yunhoâs motions, kissing the other shoulder, dragging his tongue over your skin.Â
âlift your fucking leg,â yunho whispers in your ear. your leg lifts as if it has a mind of itâs own, and yunho catches it. âgood fucking girl. weâre gonna fuck you standing up, hope you can take it,â mingi snakes his hand around your waist, gliding his pointer finger over your clit from behind you. âyunhoâs gonna go in first, heâs longer. you wonât have much time to adjust, we wanna use you as much as we can before the day ends,â mingi kisses the side of your neck, trailing your jawline with saliva. yunho lines up the head of his cock with your entrance. youâre practically dripping, coating his cock in arousal. he slides in with ease, your pussy sucking him in desperately. âgod, youâre so t-tight still. how will you fit mingi in here?â yunho brushes your hair out of your face, pouting at you.Â
as mingi lines his cock up with your already full hole, yunho shoves his long, slender fingers into your mouth. âsuck,â he demands, and you obey without question. you focus on drenching his fingers in your saliva while mingi stretches you open. you squeak in pain, tears burning your eyes. âshhh, relax. i canât get in there if youâre so tense, sweetheart,â mingi hushes you, trying to make you feel better. âtake her leg,â yunho instructs, and mingi takes your leg from yunhoâs hold. yunho snakes his newly freed hand down between you to play with your clit. your eyes cross and you bite down gently on his fingers in your mouth. âshove the rest of the way in, all at once,â yunho says to mingi. fear fills your body, you eyes widening. yunho jerks his hand side to side quickly, pleasure filling your veins as mingi forces himself into you. you let out a strangled scream, the pain almost overtaking the pleasure. you grip onto yunhoâs arms for dear life as your body tries to adjust.Â
yunho and mingi litter your neck with kisses and sweet praises as you finally adjust to the sudden stretch of your core. âyouâre so, so perfect, princess. your pussy is sucking us in so well. youâre so pretty. the prettiest baby,â mingi mutters, leaving behind hickies on your skin. yunho continues pleasuring you by rubbing your clit softly, licking a stripe up your throat. he uses his thumb to hold your jaw and tilt your head back to give him better access. âwe got you, baby. youâre gonna feel so good, i promise. weâll treat you so nicely,â yunho jabs the back of your throat with the tips of your fingers suddenly, and you gag around them. âmmf, p-please move,â you plead to the best of your abilities.
both men draw back and slam into you in sync, black spots filling your vision for a moment. you gasp, your breath getting caught in your throat. you bite down on yunhoâs fingers harder than intended and he hisses at you. ânot so hard, slut,â he sneers at you. he pulls your jaw open and spits into your mouth, your reflexes causing you to swallow instantly. âgod, what a whore. you like getting spat on?â yunho demands an answer from you and you nod your head. âopen wider then, and tilt your head back,â you do as instructed and await your reward, yunho and mingi gather their saliva in their mouths and let it pour into your mouth. you lick your lips and swallow obediently.Â
yunho finally removes his fingers from your mouth, and moves his hand to grip your hip. mingi and yunho begin moving in opposition. yunho pulls away, mingi pushes in. thereâs never a moment where your g-spot is not being absolutely obliterated. you lean your head forward and connect your forehead to yunhoâs chest. both of them had unbuttoned their shirts at some point, and you had no idea when. you move your hands from his arms to his chest and drag your nails down his supple skin. you leave red streaks on his skin and he catches his bottom lip between his teeth while he watches. mingi wraps a hand around your throat from behind you, cutting off your airflow. âwhat a whore, she wants to leave her mark,â mingi comments. you lean your head back and lift your arms over your head to connect your nails with mingiâs neck. you leave scratch marks there too, enjoying the way his eyes cross before catching himself.Â
you kept going back and forth between them with your nails as they pumped you full with their cocks. by the time youâd had enough, yunhoâs chest was bright red and mingiâs neck was a similar shade. you litter yunhoâs chest with kisses, feeling apologetic for scraping at his flesh so harshly. mingiâs hand around your throat tightens as their thrusts pick up in speed, getting sloppier by the minute. you felt so full that you were risking exploding. you look down at your stomach to find the rapidly appearing and reappearing of the bulge in your lower abdomen. you rest your hand on it as they continue fucking up into you, whining at the feeling.Â
you rest your arms on yunhoâs shoulders and lean your head back against mingiâs chest, your eyelashes fluttering. âyuyuâŠâ you trail off, focusing your gaze to the handsome man in front of you. the chain he wore dangled between his chest muscles that were deliciously on display, his gaze frenzied and desperate as he tilted his head at you. âwhat is it, baby?â mingi, responds for him. you play with the hair on the nape of his neck before pouting. âkiss me,â you pucker slightly before yunho leans down to grant you your wish. he kisses you gently despite his pace inside you. âpretty girl has to feel loved to cum, does she? you clenched as soon as he kissed you, you little slut,â mingi comments as he reaches down with his free hand to grip your ass harshly. you whimper at the feeling and mingiâs words. yunho shoves his tongue into your mouth, exploring every crevice he can reach. saliva drips from your open mouths and down between your breasts.Â
yunho disconnects his lips from yours to chase the trail of spit that runs down your chest. âso slutty, baby. getting covered in saliva all for your own pleasure? you love being used like this,â mingi tightens his grip once more before releasing you as you gasp for air. yunho and mingi begin talking to you at the same time, one filling you with compliments and praises, while the other degrades you for your sexual fantasies.
âyouâre so, so beautiful. youâre taking us so well, being such a good girl. weâll give you everything you want, just keep being good. pretty girls deserve to cum,â yunho mutters to you as he kisses all over your face. as tears flow out of your eyes as you border on your orgasm, yunho kisses the tears away. he circles your clit with his middle finger, desperate to get an orgasm out of you. âyouâre a whore. disgusting and desperate for more despite everything weâre giving you. can you be any greedier? look at you, clenching the more we talk,â mingi spoke harshly in your ear. he used his large hands to leave dark hand prints and bruises along your ass and hips. the stark contrast between them was driving you to the edge quickly.
your whole body begins to shake as your orgasm creeps up on you. âple-ah, please please i need to cum,â you beg, your back arching. your eyes roll into the back of your head as yunho moves his fingers faster. âcum for us baby, youâre doing so well,â yunho watches as you border on losing consciousness from how hard you cum. and yet, they never stop thrusting into you. sensitivity takes over your body and you twitch uncontrollably. âgonna fill you up soon, baby. we want you to cum again,â yunho explains, watching your face contort in pain and pleasure. âcome on, cockslut, you know you wanna cum again. two cocks gets you going more than anything else,â mingi demands, another orgasm teetering on the edge.
yunho connects his lips with yours again, his own orgasm being just out of reach. he mumbles against your lips for you to cum, to give him what he wants. finally, your orgasm is ripped out of you and you bite down on yunhoâs lip as you finish. you draw blood and youâre quick to lick it up, feeling guilty. yunho removes his hands from their current positions and wraps his arms around your waist. mingi wraps his one arm, thatâs not holding your leg, around your shoulders. âplease, please cum inside me, i-i need it,â you plead and they both squeeze you tightly as they fill you up with their seed. your whole body gives out at the feeling. if not for mingiâs hold on your leg, you surely wouldâve slithered to the floor.Â
the three of you stay perfectly still for a moment, catching your breath and enjoying the buzzing feeling the pleasure leaves behind. mingi lets go of your limp limbs carefully, making sure you plant your feet firmly on the floor. they pull out slowly, your body immediately turning cold and aching at the emptiness. despite mingiâs efforts, you crumple to the floor. theyâre quick to crouch next to you, scanning your body. âwant some water, sweetheart?â mingi offers, and you nod. yunho rises to fix his clothes before returning to your level to pick you up bridal style. he sets you down in your office chair just as mingi returns. you chug half the bottle of water before putting it down on your desk.
you watch as the clock ticks to signal the end of your shift and dread fills your veins. you canât drive in this condition, let alone leave this room. multiple members in the room watch your face as it fills with panic. san rises from his chair, removing his suit jacket followed by his shirt. he hands you his shirt to wear as he puts his suit jacket back on. you button it up over your exposed skin, reaching down to grab your long discarded bra and shove it into your bag. you stand up cautiously to pull your skirt down, despite it now being covered in stains. you hold your car keys in your hand, staring at them worriedly. âiâll drive you home and then take a cab back to my house,â seonghwa says, taking your keys from you. yunho grabs your bag as seonghwa sweeps you off your feet and begins carrying you out of the building. this earns you many strange stares, but youâre too tired to care.
all of them had followed you out to your car, seonghwa setting your down in the passenger seat as yunho placed your bag in your lap. seonghwa climbs into the driverâs seat and starts your car, getting ready to get you home and in bed for some sleep. everyone else crowds around your window, all smiles and compliments. they express their excitement to have you working with them and how wonderful you are. âget home safe, y/n,â jongho says before ushering everyone away from your car.Â
seonghwa begins backing up before swiftly pulling out of the parking lot. you wave to the group of seven men who watch you leave eagerly. you collapse into your seat with a huff, exhaustion taking over your body. you look over to seonghwa and smile, and he matches your energy. he pats your head before turning back to the road to get you home safely. you curl into a ball and rest your head on the car door before you hear seonghwa speak again.
âwelcome to strictland corps, ateez zone is where you belong now.â
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