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a/n: omg heyyy i make my grand return with my humble offering to @ohkento 's reddit theme collab!! i also have a piece for shouto coming up next, but here is the first one!! i took a while off after kinktober so if this is bad....lie to me!
warnings: dark content. nsfw. no minors. yandere theme gojo, no physical harm to reader, baby trapping, threats (not to reader), female reader, breeding, pentration, oral (fem!receiving), reader is kinda dumb lol.
summary: STORYTIME: I (28M) CAN'T STOP BREEDING MY GIRL BEST FRIEND (28F)!! it's a serious problem...i'm really reaching my breaking point here. i've been in love with this chick since high school and she keeps chasing other guys...but fucking me when the dates go wrong, help!
itâs been his dirty little secret since his years at tokyo tech. youâve always been a looker, never were you short on attention from lesser men that arenât worth your timeâand yes, that includes when geto crushed on you all through the second year of school. but they never were quite what you were looking for, and every night of passion or attempt at a meaningful connection always ended the sameâdialing up your closest confidant satoru to come console you and stuff your cunt full and wipe your tearsâto make it better, like best friends do.Â
satoru was all too aware of your little predicament, because he had struggled with the same issuesâexcept he realized his fate years ago and was determined to have it. you are his and his alone, no matter how many scrubs that try to take you from him. if only you would open your eyes. you were obviously hopelessly in love with him, of courseâthatâs why no one could compare! and thatâs why you always turned your teary eyes and pretty pussy to him after yet another date gone wrong. he knew he was the only cure, and heâs given up on hoping youâd see the truth for yourself.Â
he tried to play the patience card, licking your tears off your face as he pounds his love into you, telling you that youâre worth so much more than those guys you keep letting break your heart. he tried being the nice guy that holds you after yet another promising prospect never texts you backâbuying you dinner and bouncing you on his cock until you were crying from pleasure instead of heartbreak. each time, he buried his load in your womb until it was spilling out around himâhoping to give you no other choice but to pack your bags and move onto his estate to further the gojo clan with the very man at the head of it, but it seems your ovaries were just as stubborn as you are. he didnât know how much more of this he could stomachâjust waiting to be your knight in shining armor while laying in bed at night, staring at the pictures of you, both lewd and cute alike while wondering just how long it would take to have you laying beside him in his bed instead of the pixels on his phone screen.Â
heâs had enough. itâs clear his plan isnât working as designed. you must be on birth controlâwhich is both irritating yet complimentary to him. of course you wouldnât let these bums knock you up. is it insulting that this applies to his seed too? of course, but then again the whole dynamic was rather insulting wasnât it? fucking other men and crying to him about it when they arenât the perfect man for you. no shitâno man will ever know you like he does. none of them could ever compete with the life he could give you if you would just face the music. he doesnât get it either. why bother? why look elsewhere? obviously youâre attracted to each otherâso why wonât you make the next natural jump and stop it with the drama-packed weekly bachelorette episodes?
thatâs okay. itâs really fine. satoru is such a good friend that heâll help you, like he always does. he would simply help you to the conclusion that he wants and then everything can proceed according to plan! it shouldnât be too difficult anyway, youâll be calling any moment now! you had a date with yet another sure disappointment that gojo knows will desert you as soon as the date is finished. heâll be dry and boring after the promising conversations you had in the days leading up to the dateâyouâll be confused yet againâand the guy wonât pay either, set for split-bill city. gojo knows all of this because heâs ensured thatâs what happens, of course! and this is the thirty-sixth man heâs had to pay off to show up to the date and forget about you. a price heâs more than willing to pay no matter how high, though itâs definitely added up over the years. and you know whatânow that he thinks of it, none of them deserve you because their weak nature and corrupt morals. heâs been proven right every time, each one of these bottom feeders would take the money no questions askedâmaybe that was due to his threats of horrific death if they so much as answered a text message from you again, but who could be sure?Â
this one was especially easy to pay off, too. he didnât even think twice about taking the money. it almost makes gojo mad. he clearly wasnât heartbroken to walk away from you, and god you deserved so much better. you deserve a man that is willing to pay off any and every suitor that comes into your life just to make you his. you deserve a man so crazy about you he can hardly recognize himself. you deserveâŚwell, him. heâs devoted himself to you for over a decade and itâs time for that to pay off.
your unique ringtone gets him out of his own head to answer, and of course, youâre crying and asking him to come over. pretty girls like you never learn, huh? thatâs all forgiven though, as he is a teacher and itâs his passion to help you understand.Â
âof course sugar. iâll be right over. mhmâdonât mention it. thatâs what friends are for.â he hums to you over his end of the phone, picking up his car keys to make it to you in record time. youâre your same beautiful self as you answer the door and welcome him inside, though he can see the tear tracks staining your face. it makes him pout a little at the sight no matter how used to it he is. he hates that you let these cretins upset you like this.Â
âhey baby.â he pouts sympathetically with you, ducking under your arm to gaze around your familiar living room for any signs of a man he hadnât yet heard about. he exhales a deep sigh when he finds none. heâs got his hands in his pockets, lips tightened in a knowing grimace. âso what was it this time? noâlet me guess: split the bill and then he let you walk home in this weather?âÂ
you close the door after heâs entered with a heavy sigh. your bleary eyes fix on your hand still clasped around the doorknob, âyeah.â you tug your lip between your teeth and turn to face him. you didnât have to answer him, for he already knew. it was borderline routine at this point and you were already embarrassed enough. you draw your arms around yourself to feel your own warmth, shaking your head. what was wrong with you? you used to be pined after, wantedâand now you couldnât even get non-sorcerers to call you back. you havenât had a second date in years, nor had an orgasm that wasnât satoruâs handiwork. but even he didnât want you permanently. you were a good friend and an even better fuck, thatâs all. you knew it was pointless to yearn for him, sure he felt nothing other than his ever-present sense of duty and loyalty every-time he took your pain awayâno matter the lies that poured out of his saccharine lips to do so. your sad eyes fix on his face, letting your plump bottom lip bounce out from your teethâs trap. he smirks softly, cock rising because it knows exactly what that look means.Â
but unfortunately for you, he wonât just hold you in his arms and promise that youâre worth so much more than you let yourself believe. tonight, heâs going to take whatâs rightfully hisâand his plan is already working beautifully. you never look away as you walk from the door to him, bracing your tiny and ineffectual hands on his chest. âwhatâs wrong with me, sato?â you pout, batting your long lashes up at him. his heart could stop just from that look alone. the comfort of his large hands covering yours soothes you already, making the tension drop from your shoulders.Â
âyouâre naive.â he answers, eyes as bright as ever as they glow like fireflies in your living room. if you were going just by the expression on his face, youâd think he said something kind or even funny, the way he grins softly and blinks his white lashes down at you in wait of your reply. youâre sure you misheardâevery other time you asked this question he always said, âmaybe youâre just too pretty, huh? ever thought of that, sugarplum?âÂ
âhuh?â you tilt your head to one side, watching his expression shift to amusement. ânaive? wh-what do you mean by that?âÂ
âwell, if you werenât so naive, youâd know, now wouldnât you?â he pokes his tongue between his teeth, tucking his hands behind his back while you still lean helplessly against him. he likes feeling the weight of your body on his, and heâll like it even more when he knows itâs a permanent thing. âyouâre on birth control.â he states, and your confusion sets in even deeper. your brows furrow, but you nod.Â
âyeah? what about that makes me naive?â you posit, used to his antics for the most part. youâve been around him far too long to mistake his bluntness as an attack to you, even if it stings just a touch. though you did ask, and you have used him as your sexual relief and shoulder to cry on for years now. maybe heâs fed up with lying to save your feelings.Â
he looks around for a second, humming. âwhere is it?âÂ
you also know better than to question him. if heâs asking you these questions it has to be for a reasonâand you donât have to understand him in the moment. just do what youâve always done and trust him, support him on and off the battlefieldâand never hesitate. it could be the difference between life and death. you learned that on missions together years ago.Â
âin my nightstand?â you tilt your head to the other side. he has to admit your astonishment is adorable. he smiles down at you, cupping your cheek lightly. his fingers are so long that his thumb rests on the corner of your lips, fingertips brushing back your hair.Â
âgo get it for me.â he says as if he asked you to pass him the remote. you narrow your eyes to really study himâand then you see it. the teeming rage, the simmering crazy behind his eyes as they look at you. he is the most powerful man in the world, even if you were scared, there was nothing you could do but obey. but you trust him. and you nod. you turn to pad off to your bedroom and the clicks of his expensive boots follow. youâre used to the butterflies tickling your stomach as you lead him to bed, but you know somethingâs different this time. you feel like youâll puke butterflies. but nonetheless, you pull the drawer of your nightstand open and fetch the little foil pack out of it, only a few pills missing from this monthâs prescription. you turn to face him with it, mind racing on what he could possibly be doing. knowing him, heâs toying with youâtrying to make you as nervous as possible and all this worrying is for no good reason.Â
he sits at the edge of your bed, seemingly watching you with interest. heâs happy that youâre humoring him, thatâs for sure. not even the faintest hint of protest. maybe youâre not as naive as he thought. in fact, your effortless obedience has his the crotch of his loose hakamaâs tightening quickly. your heart jumps in your throat at the sight of him as it usually doesâsatoru gojo is far too beautiful to be in your house, supposedly telling you why you couldnât keep a man. the black compression shirt was nearly criminal when it was wrapped around his perfect body.Â
âgood girl. now flush âem down the toilet for me.â he beams, blinding white teeth baring to smile at you. it was a simple request, really. he needed you to stop taking that poison and to stop entertaining the idea of other men.Â
âwhy?â you swallow harshly, voicing your underlying suspicion.Â
âdonât you trust me, baby?â he replies with a quickness, tilting his head to mirror yours. heâs doing well to keep himself togetherâyou donât understand his love for you yet, but heâll take care of that. heâs a teacher, remember? âthat stuffâs not good for you.âÂ
you hum. the side effects have been brutal, but youâre hardly in the spot for a baby. you canât even get a boyfriend, much less a baby daddy. âyeahâŚi know. sucks taking it. guess i could get an iud or something instead.â you think aloud, voice becoming distant as you turn your back to him and dump your pills in the bathroom attached to your small room. you really undersell yourself. you could have been his bride eight years or so ago and been living large. but heâs going to fix it now. his jaw clenches at that declaration, and you feel him watching you the entire timeâthe doorway a straight shot from the spot he sat in on your bed.Â
âno.â he says simply, the lightheartedness gone abruptly. it sends a shiver down your spine, makes your brain alert to the changes within him as he stands and cages you into the bathroom, broad arms stretching to block off the doorway.Â
no? he doesnât want you to protect yourself in any way? that seems a little ridiculous, but maybe he had a good reason. âsatoruâŚi canât get pregnant right now.âÂ
âwhy not?â he asks, looking over your little body nearly trembling from the darkness of his cursed energy growing more oppressive, nearly sucking the air out of the room. your heart pounds, more confused than you were at the start.Â
âbecause iâmâŚsingle?â you try carefully, not sure exactly what you were dealing with here. satoru has always been so happy-go-lucky, even when he shouldnât be. you remember begging him to talk out his stress so that he didnât explode right after suguru left. so this anger you see set in his features shocks you, his bright and clear sky-colored eyes are clouded and murky, more cerulean than youâve seen before. his brow is set and you can see the muscles twitching in his jaw. but heâs still smiling, and that for whatever reason is still real.Â
âthereâs that naivety again, princess.â he licks his teeth, shifting his weight from foot to foot. you look like a deer in the headlights, and heâs giddy at the rush that gives him. youâre finally in his grasp. âyouâve never been single. not since hmmm letâs see, march fifteenth, 2006.â he grins at youââwhich makes all this dating real offensive, sweetheart.âÂ
you want to laugh, but decide against it considering his unpredictability. you shake your head instead, backing yourself to the wall. âwhat on earth are you talking about? weâre friendsââ
âfriends that fuck!â he laughs a strained snicker, straightening his posture. âand make sweet hot love, of course. friends that cuddle on the couch and have sleepovers. come on. weâre both adults, donât insult me. you love me! which is great, because i love you too. i love you so much iâve made sure that no one could steal you from me.âÂ
your brows must reach your hairline at that. âstop, satoru. donât say that! you canât mean itâfuck, youâre supposed to be married to a kamo or zenâin girl so you can keep making powerful gojoâs right? isnât that what you always said in school?âÂ
âyouâd give me powerful gojoâs.â he smirks, breaking the barrier of the bathroomâs threshold by stepping closer to you, leaning down to be on face level. âi was only trying to make you jealous sugar! just like this whole stunt youâve been pullinâ, dating around to try to find someone that makes you feel like i do? tch, hahahahaâitâs impossible!! just stop it, be mine and be happy like you should be.â he grasps your chin with a surprising gentleness given his unhinged and maniacal laughter, smiling down at you with something you recognize as his power-trip going off the railsâbut.Â
but youâd be lying if you said you were scared. heâs declaring his love for you in the most profound way possible, however crazy itâand heâmay be. and youâd be lying if you said he didnât absolutely see right through you. he has the six eyes after all, you should have known he knew what you were trying to do. you were trying to numb the pain of never being hisâŚbut you were actually manufacturing that whole scenario. youâre the only girl heâs ever seen, and itâs clear from the desperation mixed in with the insanityâhe needs you.Â
you reach back and flush the toilet, letting the little white pills circle the bowl and disappear entirely. satoru gojo has always been insane. youâve seen it firsthand on many missions and battles against curses and sorcerers alike. it just surprised you to see him turn that look upon youâbut now you know it was just to get your attention.Â
though you donât doubt what heâs capable of, you have no intention of pushing him to find out.
his eyes go from crazy to ravenous in seconds. youâve accepted his proposal with hardly any effort and he intends to show you the difference between his sweet hookups and his passionate need to claim the woman of his dreams.Â
âso youâŚscared off all those guys?â you ask, raising a brow as your face still rests in his clutches. he swipes his thumb over your bottom lip, nodding vigorously.Â
âsure did, princess. i was trying to let you figure it out on your ownâŚâ he sighs, brushing your hair back behind your ears as his eyes scan over your body again. he needs to feel you. âbut youâre not a quick learner, hence why iâm on plan b.â he winks, scooping you over his shoulder moments later. he puts you on your bed, the short walk made shorter by his teleportation. heâs just too impatient, brain swelling with the flashing images of you in traditional wedding attire and round with his heir. it all feels within reach now, and he has to try it out now. âgonna show you how bad i love youâyouâll never go anywhere else.â he mutters, lanky frame swallowing up your body, hips pinning yours to the bed beneath you. âyouâre gonna give me a gojo and youâre gonna look so fucking good doing it.â he mutters, lips attaching to your neck reminiscent of the way they have a million times. though this time, thereâs intention behind itâor well. this time youâre aware of the intention behind it.Â
in all your times together, his dirty talk has been contained to praising your body and how good you feel to him. his incantations to knock you up has your heart beating funny and wetness pooling between your legs. you make a soft gasp sound for him, elongating your neck to let him leave real marks of possession where youâve previously resisted. your body writhes and twists under his as his teeth knick and nip bruises into your skin. heâd spell his own name with them if he could, even a ring and a baby wasnât enough in his eyes. he needs the world to know youâre his, that youâll always be by his side, that you were born to be his.Â
âthat pesky birth controlâs gonna have to wear off thoughâso we have time to get married before you get pregnantâif that matters to you.â he moans at the idea, hands sliding under your top to push it over your head. his mouth moves to suck the swells of your tits once theyâre exposed to him, humming out his satisfaction at the warm skin. your head digs back into the mattressâmind absolutely drunk on his affection and devotion. itâs all youâve ever wanted and now itâs right here, and from the man youâve always wished you could haveâhow could you ever deny him again?Â
your hands pull at the fabric on his back, hips bucking up for a source of friction. he breaks away from marking up your chest to bare his to you, throwing his t-shirt into some corner of your room to be forgotten about until tomorrow. this wouldnât be your room much longer anywayâyouâll be moved into the estate within the next two days, he wouldnât be able to live without you now. then heâs pushing you up towards the headboard, ripping off your lounge shorts to reveal those cute panties he knows you wear when youâre trying to impress him. color him fucking thrilled at your puffy pussy lips indenting the fabric around them, making him groan at the sight. he thumbs at your clit through the cotton, sparkling eyes flickering between the growing wet spot in your panties and the adorable scrunches of your nose and the pinch of your brow from the pleasure heâs dishing out before heâs even really touching you. youâre so cute he canât pace himself, needing to consecrate your importance to him in the best way he knows how.Â
you help him get you out of your underwear, shamelessly spreading for him after hundreds of rendezvousâyouâve lost your shyness and he loves it, loves seeing your neediness for him in the glaze of your pretty doe eyes and the way you swing your hips around to beg for his attention. âtell me you love me.â he hums, nosing apart your pussy lips. his cock throbs at the scent, and you feel goosebumps break out across your skin at his command.Â
âyouâre the one for me, sato. i love you.â you whisper so intimately he can feels his cursed energy pulsing like the rest of him. he groans, submerging his face in your cunt with a genuine pleasure youâve only seen from him. he loves eating you out, loves the taste of you on his tongueâloves how your noises only rile him into fucking the bed, whining and grunting with his own neediness that he could only unleash once heâs properly readied you for it.Â
âyou taste so fucking good babyâŚso sweet down my throat. get loud, i donât care itâs an apartment. youâll be moving out soon anyway.â he smirks, latching onto your clit to make your legs jolt like they always do. it makes him giggle every time, and the vibrations feel even better against your sensitive bundle. he rolls it around his tongue, letting his index finger explore the wetness heâs helping you create. he pokes into your entrance, knowing how violently you craved something inside. his thoughts are confirmed by the way you clench around the digit, whining and bucking into it for more. heâs more than happy to oblige, finger fucking you with two long and thick fingers while his tongue works overtime on your clit. he loves watching you at this part, enamored by your face as your hips involuntarily jump from the bed, smacking your clit into his nose instead of his skilled tongue.Â
your entire body is warm, jerking like youâre receiving electrical shocks from the pleasure satoru reigns down, gasping and sputtering on the edge of orgasm just a few minutes after he started. itâs always like this with himâthough this time was special because you knew your life was changing before your very eyesâthat satoruâs energy was growing so rapidly because heâs letting go of all kinds of stress and pent up frustration and anger. âpleaseâwanna cum please satoââ
âdaddy. iâm daddy now. ask daddy nicely.â he chuckles as he leans his head against his free hand, curling his fingers into the spot he knows so well just to watch your mouth drop and eyes widen in absolute blissful shock. you nodâbrain fuzzy from his constant teasing and his new nickname.Â
âdaddy!! yesâdaddy! please, oh my godâdaddy let me cum!â you sound so good when you say itâitâs all he ever wants to hear for the rest of his life. he canât wait for you to make him a real daddy.Â
âoh missus gojo can do anything she wants.â he coos as if he didnât make you expressly beg for permission, lowering his face to your cunt again with precise licks, shoving your hood back to absolutely abuse your sensitivity. your legs develop a mind of their own and youâre spiraling over the edge before you can understand what heâs doing. floating balls of color cover your vision and you scream his name just as loud as he wanted. he grins in satisfaction, hands resting on your knees so he can push himself forward for a sloppy kiss; slick covered lips sliding against yours so you could taste your own essence via his tongue shoving its way in your mouth with a hearty moan. you match his eagerness, making out with satoru with more passion than ever beforeâbecause you both have the security of knowing itâs real this time. he maneuvers his hips until his leaky tip catches on your hole, his breath shaky as before he shoves in like he always does. you squeeze him so tight itâs not hard to believe why he lost his fucking mind over this pussy. he truly would do anything to make you his, thank god you didnât put up a fight.Â
âfuuuuckââ he whines a little, finding it nearly impossible to even move in the first place. you feel the burn of his fat and lengthy shaft parting your walls like they routinely do, mouth dropped wide open in pleasure. satoru hovers inches away from your face, so close that the ends of his hair tickle your forehead as he picks your legs upâholding you by the back of the ankles before he sets a brutal pace. his nuts clap into your ass from the way he moves, length curving just right to fill you to the brim. he doesnât even have to try all that hard to bottom out against your cervix, finding the way you moan and twitch so adorable. âthis is why you have to be my wifeâi need you for life, sweetheart.âÂ
your eyes widen at that declarationâthough you already realized that satoru would never let you out of his clutches again. you knew he would marry you as quickly as possible based off of his desire to also knock you up as quickly as possibleâbut hearing him call you that, first missus gojo and now his wife, it all felt so real. his cock slamming into you only drilled it in further, his eyes glowing brighter than youâve ever seen. the air also grows its own electric field, suffocating and thrilling all at the same time. your eyes are glued to him, entranced by the feral look on his face. you try to hold onto him, but heâs moving so punishingly you canât even get your hands to work, mind and body on cloud nine. âyouâre so beautiful. iâve been in loveâŚwithâyouâfor years now.â he says in between deep breaths, trying to contain all his focus into drilling you unconscious.Â
you shudder, feeling that was completely in the realm of possibility. his balls ache, the need to breed you just as heavy as all the other times youâve come to him to clean up every mess of yours ever since heâs known you, the need to make you his in a way no one else would be allowed toâitâs carnal. he canât stop until youâre full of his seed and it takes. he needs to see your breasts heavy with milk to feed his baby from. he needs to see you struggle with the weight of your belly so he can urge you to rest and let him serve you like you should be. he needs to see what the combination of your love looks like; what these last ten years of hard work would become. heâs painting your insides white and still pumping just as fast as before, watching your face tick and jerk with the pleasure youâre experiencing as you tip off of your own peak. he grins, shoving that cum as deep as it will go. he stops when he knows your body canât take anymore, cuddling you to his chest until you fall asleep safe and sound. he has the whole world in his hands, and thatâs never been enough. now he can sleep with a genuine smile on his face. he knows your body will regulate in a few months off the birth controlâbut that doesnât mean he canât get plenty of practice until then. after all, he has a problem! he has to breed his pretty little girl best friend turned future wife.Â
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Can you do a spiderwomen x kenji sato. Maybe she was sent to retrieve emi and then got caught by kenji, and she was put into a jail like thing. So now she's just stuck there. She starts flirting with him. If yk what i mean đđđżđđżđđđ¸
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Kaiju Heist
Kenji Sato x Spiderwoman!Reader
Word Count: 1,066
Genre/Warnings: Anti-hero, Flirting, Imprisonment, Morally Grey/Ambiguous Reader
Authorâs Note: This one was a bit challenging, I hope itâs to your liking. Thank you for the ice cream, I offer you this fic.
MASTERLIST
Your plan was simple: sneak in, grab the baby kaiju, and get out. But things rarely went according to plan.
Letâs begin where it all startedâthat damn spider.
Long story short, your parents were scientists doing experiments on radioactive spiders. You help in their lab and one day, an earthquake enormous kaiju shook the city, causing a containment breach. The next thing you know, a particularly aggressive spider bit your hand.
Of course, you gained extraordinary abilities. Others wouldâve loved this and used them for goodâbe like Ultraman or whatever. But to you, itâs more like a curse. Seriously, you didnât ask for this so ainât no way were you going to become a selfless heroine.
So you did nothing with your abilities; you didnât hone it whatsoever. You looked at it as if itâs just another arm that grew out of your body. Like grabbing a bag of chips from across the room, youâd shoot spider webs out to get it without standing.
Despite living your life as privately as you could, somehow, the Kaiju Defense Force was still able to find you. So here you are now, in their headquarters.
You stood there, arms crossed. âIâve told you before, Dr. Onda,â you said. âIâm not looking to be a hero. I just want to be left alone.â
Dr. Onda, chief officer of the KDF, and old acquaintance of your parents, leaned forward. âI know. But this isnât about heroism,â he replied. âThis is a highly sensitive mission and youâre the only one who can pull it off.â
"And why should I care?" you replied coolly. "What's in it for me?"
"Payment, of course. A substantial one. Enough to ensure you can continue living the peaceful life you desire without any further interference from us,â Dr. Onda answered.
âAnd more importantly, it's a one-time deal. Complete this mission, and you'll never hear from the KDF again."
Your face expressed a guarded neutrality but inside, you found it so temptingâthe promise of financial security and freedom from future obligations.
âWhatâs the job?â you asked, narrowing your eyes.
Dr. Onda tapped a few keys on his desk console, and a holographic image of a baby kaiju appeared, rotating slowly.
âItâs an entity of importance for the goals of KDF to be fulfilled,â he said. âRecently, it fell into the hands of Kenji Sato. We need you to retrieve it and bring it back to us.â
You studied the hologram, noting the details. "And how exactly am I supposed to move a 20-foot-tall kaiju baby without causing a scene?"
Dr. Onda leaned back, a small smile playing on his lips. "We have a special containment unit designed specifically for it. It's portable and can be deployed with your help. Your task is to get close enough to activate it and secure the kaiju.â
"And the payment?" you pressed.
Dr. Onda named a figure that made your eyes widen slightly. It was more than enough to ensure your financial independence for years to come.
"Alright," you said finally. "I'll do it. But remember, this is a one-time deal. After this, I want nothing more to do with the KDF."
Dr. Onda smiled, âYou have my word."
You turned to leave but paused at the door, and glanced back. "I hope you're right about this, Dr. Onda,â you said. âBecause if this goes sideways, I won't be the one paying the price."
Going back to the presentâhere you are, in Kenji Satoâs basement, trapped in a cylindrical glass containment unit, similar to the one the baby kaiju you were supposed to retrieve was held in.
A floating spherical robot circled around you. âWe knew they would send someone,â it said in a mechanically feminine voice.
Suddenly, it projected a red light over your body, scanning you. âBut I didnât expect a spider-woman.â
You pressed your hands against the glass, testing its strength. "Nice trap," you said. âBut it's going to take more than that to keep me here."
âI wouldnât be so sure about that,â a voice came out of nowhere. Turning around, you see THE Kenji Sato with an eyebrow raised and his gaze locked with yours.
The biggest mystery that bothered you upon accepting this mission was how the hell did this famous baseball star had a giant baby in his basement.
You leaned back, crossing your arms over your chest. "So, what's the plan, Kenji? Keep me here forever?â you asked. âOr do you have something else in mind?"
Kenji smirked. "Depends. Why are you here?"
"Why do you think?" you replied, your tone flirtatious. "I was sent to retrieve that kaiju baby. But now, it seems I've found something else worth my attention."
Kenji's eyes narrowed slightly, "And what might that be?"
You gave him a slow, knowing smile. "You, of course,â you answered. âYou're much more interesting than a simple retrieval mission."
Kenji chuckled, though he tried to hide it. "Flirting isn't going to get you out of there."
"Maybe not," you conceded, stepping closer to the glass, "But it does make this whole situation a lot more entertaining, don't you think?"
Kenji took a step closer, his eyes studying you. "You're not what I expected."
You tilted your head, your smile widening. "Good. I'd hate to be predictable."
There was a moment of silence as the two of you sized each other up. Finally, Kenji spoke. "You know, if you weren't here to take Emi, we might have been able to get along."
"Oh, I think we still can," you said, your voice low and seductive. "Besides, I never said I was strictly here for Emi."
Kenji looked at you, his expression softening just a fraction. "And what if I let you out?"
You pressed yourself against the glass, your eyes locked on his. "Then maybe, just maybe, we can help each other."
Kenji pondered this for a moment before shaking his head. "Nice try,â he said. âBut I need to know more about you before I make that decision."
"Fair enough," you replied, leaning back once more. "But remember, Kenji, sometimes the spider catches more than just her prey."
Kenji turned away, a small smile playing on his lips. "We'll see about that."
You didnât wanna include this in your escape plan because things rarely went according to plan. But in your mind, you noted: flirt, make him fall for you, and escape.
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I love your writing sm, it's just what I needed Îź_Îź Do you think you could write Leon being the father of reader's idiot ex who just broke up with her? Leon just wants to console her and the reader only thinks about all the sexual tension they had for a while and now they have nothing to stop them.
(sorry if my english is bad, luv ya)
pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader
summary: your ex boyfriend's dad comforts you after you and his son breakup
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, age gap
word count: 5.3k
a/n: dilf leon you KNOW i love that. thank you so much for your request. i hope you like it! i used death island for the picture, but imagine leon in his late forties for this. as always, reblogs and comments are appreciated <3
tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @nexysworld @explorevenus @luniaxi
Leon lets out a deep sigh as he yanks the keys out of the ignition and his car's engine fizzles out. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he looks down at his lap. He takes another deep breath and shakes his head before looking out the window at your apartment building. Heâd been told you lived on the fourth floor.
He opens the door next, stepping out into the cold air. The sun was nowhere to be found today, the sky completely masked by a collection of gray clouds. He walks around to the back of the car and pops the trunk open to collect the box of memories heâd been tasked with returning to you.
He didnât understand how heâd ended up with this job. Despite his numerous daydreams he wished he could forget, you werenât ever his girlfriend. He hadnât been the one youâd come over to visit. You didnât fall asleep in his room or wear his t-shirts or kiss him goodbye when you left. He hadnât been the one to cheat on you or make you cry for days on end either. No. Thatâd been his son.
So why was he the one going out of his way to bring you this stuff? That was what he couldnât comprehend.
Well thatâs not exactly true. He comprehended just fine. His son planned on throwing out your stuff thatâd been left at his house, remnants of your eight months together. Leon didnât want that. Heâd told his son to pack it up and take it to you like a man should. He had been the one in the wrong after all. But no, his son argued up and down, coming up with every reason under the sun as to why it was better to just throw it away. So Leon just gave up. He knew if he commanded it, his son would just shove your shit in a box and drive down the street to throw it from the window of his moving car. The car Leon paid for.
Truth be told, he always had a soft spot for you. A chamber of his heart that was coated in guilt, surrounded by denial, but internally the sweetest part of him. The one piece of his soul that saw some light in the world that had gone dark for him years ago. So just for you, Leon drove the thirty minutes to your complex to deliver your belongings.
He picks up the cardboard box and tucks it under his arm. The trunk slams with a loud thump, and heâs thinking of what heâs even going to say to you when you open the door. Come to think of it, he didnât even know if you were home. He had a pretty good idea of your schedule from the time youâd spend on the phone with his son or at his house, but he didnât even check to be sure.
In the midst of mentally scolding himself, the bottom of the box bursts, and your items go tumbling out onto the pavement. He tries to catch them, but his fingers just miss. Another sigh seeps from his lungs as he crouches down to scoop them up. He picks up a pink hoodie thatâd been crumpled up at the foot of his sonâs bed, a stuffed bear he saw him pull from the crack between the mattress and the wall, and a bracelet that laid abandoned on the nightstand. He collects other little pieces of you scattered across the damp concrete before managing to situate them in his arms and resume walking to you.
He tosses the broken box into the nearby trash before entering the building and going down the hall and to the elevator. From what he saw, the place was alright. You didnât live in luxury, but he was relieved he wouldnât be left worrying about your safety after he left.
The elevator glides up to your floor in total silence with him being the only one in the small space. The little ding that marks his arrival releases a burst of anxiety within him. He felt so dumb. He was nervous like he was your and his sonâs age. He pushes those feelings away and gets himself to be normal, to act his age. All he had to do was knock, shove this shit in your arms, and leave.
On the way down the hall to your unit, he realizes this plan means this will probably be the last time he ever sees you. Spare some chance encounter at the grocery store, this would be the final time heâd feel your sweet eyes on him or see that timid smile when he complimented you. That made him sad to think about. He never thought youâd be a permanent fixture in his life. You and his son were young, and being the type of guy his son was, he doubted your relationship was destined to succeed. In honesty, he was shocked it lasted as long as it did. But now, the ending was real. Knowing the time with you in his life was coming to a close felt how the sky outside looked.
Once he reaches the door with your number on it, his fist taps the wood twice. He hears soft shuffling inside, followed by the sound of locks being undone a couple moments later. You crack the door open, standing there in your pajamas. Both your top and bottoms were plain gray. You looked worn down. He could tell youâd been crying. Poor baby.
Your tired eyes flicker with curiosity when they glance up at his face.Â
âMr. Kennedy?â you ask with confusion.
His mouth breaks into a charming grin upon hearing that. âHow many times do I have to tell you to call me Leon before it sticks?â he teases.
âSorryâŚâ you say. You didnât smile at his teasing like normal. Given the circumstances, he supposed that made sense. âWhat are you doing here?â
âI have some of your stuff you left at my house. Can I come in?â he asks.
Now your eyes flash with a brief spout of anger, but you still open the door wider for him to enter.
âHe couldnât bring it to me?â you ask with clear bitterness in your tone.
He cringes at the sound. What was he supposed to say? In reality, he was on your side, but wouldnât it be wrong to tell you that? He loved his son. He really did. Even with all the mistakes he made and the flaws heâd caused the boy, he loved him. He probably shouldnât talk shit about him with his ex-girlfriend.
But at the same time, it was you. You werenât just some random ex-girlfriend. Heâd known you for the better half of a year. You were sweet, actually polite enough to say hello when you came over. You could hold a conversation. And sure, it didnât hurt any that you were cute too. He felt something strong for you. He just struggled to articulate exactly what that something was. He was tempted to say youâd become part of the family. Thatâs probably what plenty of others in his situation would say. But the shameful thoughts that plagued his mind when he was alone late at night begged to differ with that assessment
Right now, it didnât look like you were doing well. He sees the setup you have for yourself on the couch. A heap of blankets, pushed and twisted up around the spot youâd clearly been laying before he interrupted. The curtains were drawn, it was dark in here. You didnât need him to run defense for the guy who cheated on you, relations aside.
âGuess not,â is how he finally answers your question to which heâs met with a roll of your eyes.
âOf course,â you mutter while walking over to meet him at the counter so you can inspect your items after he puts them down.
You rifle through the different things, scanning them haphazardly before returning your disinterested gaze to him. Your arms cross over your chest, and you shrug.
âThanks, I guess.â
Youâre clearly expecting him to leave now. And he knows thatâs what he should do. Awkwardly shuffle out the door with a small wave goodbye. He canât though. Something inside him wonât let him pull away just yet.
âHow have you been?â he starts tentatively, âHavenât seen you in a few weeks.âÂ
âFine⌠I guess,â you answer.
You guess. Again. A nervous tick. An indicator of deflection. You clearly didnât want to delve into the inner workings of your broken heart with the father of the man responsible. He should back off. But he doesnât.
âAre you sure? I know you two are broken up now or whatever you want to call it, but I still care about you, you know? Youâre a sweet girl,â he starts, hating how this was coming out, âI just⌠I know how it is to feel alone. I donât want that for you. If you need someone to talk toâŚâ
âI should come to you? Is that it?â you say, a bit harsher than he would like.
âWell⌠yeah?â he responds.
You turn away, cutting him off from seeing your reactions. âThatâs nice, Leon. But⌠I donât think youâre the one I should talk to about any of this,â you say.
He takes a step closer, laying a cautious hand on your shoulder. âI think Iâm the perfect one for you to talk to about this,â he says.
His reasoning is brief, but he doesnât feel the need for more. Despite your resistance, the gears in your head are turning, deciding whether or not to take the offer. âThereâs nothing to even talk about. It is what it is,â you reply. He can hear that characteristic softness returning to your voice.
âI donât think thatâs true. You donât have to lie to me,â he says, getting even closer. He gently guides you back to the couch and clears some space for the two of you to sit. He directs your eyes back to him before he finishes speaking. âItâll stay between us.â
You look up at him, sweet glossy eyes threatening to spill your emotions down your cheeks. He can see your apprehension, but in the end, you still decide to go for it.
âI just⌠I feel so dumb,â you start, biting your lip.
âYou shouldnât,â he tells you.
âBut I do,â you say, voice becoming strained, âPeople told me he would do something like this, and I actually defended him. Iâm so stupid, and everyone knows it now.â
While he wasnât too pleased to learn of his sonâs reputation, his sympathy for you overwhelms that. His hand rubs up and down your back as your head falls to your hands.
âSweetheartâŚâ he sighs, the term rolling out before he can stop himself, âItâs not your fault. Itâs not a bad thing to be trusting.â
He sees your face tense as you lose the battle to hold your tears in. His heart aches seeing you look so defeated.
âYes it is,â you cry, âI hate it.â
âHey, câmere,â he says and pulls you closer. He drapes his arm over your shoulder and holds you to his side. âDonât talk like that about yourself, ok? Being cheated on doesnât mean thereâs something wrong with you.â
He felt slightly awkward considering the cheater in question is his own flesh and blood. The feeling of your soft body against him overrides that thought though. Youâre still weeping into his chest, so he continues.
âLook, baby,â he says. Another pet name. His mind screams for him to get a grip. âI love my son, but⌠I know him too. He can be insensitive, and thatâs not what a girl like you needs.â
You look up at him, interested in his potential point. In your eyes, he feels he can see his reflection glaring back at him with disapproval.
âYouâre such a precious thing. Someone to be handled with care,â he whispers, stroking your jaw, âI donât want this to take that from you.â
More tears roll down your cheeks while you take in his words. He swipes a couple away with his thumb as he talks to you.
âIâve made a lot of mistakes. With my ex-wife, with my son, with my work. Christ, just with my life in general.â Why was he telling you this? âI look at you, and you remind me of who I was before those mistakes. I know stuff like this can make you bitter, and I just donât want that to happen to you. You donât need to blame yourself for what he did or try to keep how you feel inside. Once you get past this, youâre gonna move onto something better for you. I just donât want you to forget that.â
He watches your lip quiver harder before the floodgates finally burst. Now that heâd given you permission, you donât hold back. A sob tumbles from your lips. He immediately goes to pull you closer again, but this time you take it upon yourself. His eyes widen as you scoot into his lap.
Itâs as if he acts on instinct though. As soon as you have your face buried against his throat, his arms loop around you in return. One hand rubs the expanse between your shoulder blades while the other simply supports the small of your back.
âSweet babyâŚâ he whispers.
âHe told me he loved me,â you weep. He can feel your warm tears dripping down his skin now.
âIâm sure he did, honey,â he says and rocks back and forth with you a bit.
Now you really unload. You cry against him about basically every wrongdoing his son had committed in your time together. He compared you to other girls, told you that you were too needy, forgot your birthday. And Leon listens to it all, not playing devilâs advocate even once.
Guilt burns hot in his chest though. Nevertheless, he tries to convince himself that he wasnât doing anything wrong. He was just helping a poor, hurting girl in need. But that excuse crumbles when he simply thinks about what his son would say to the sight of his ex-girlfriend curled up on his fatherâs lap, clinging to him like he was her new man.
His mind continued trying to justify this anyways, putting forth the idea that this was out of his control. He was powerless when it came to situations like this. The life he led so far had wired a savior complex into his brain. He couldnât resist you, another princess he could restore to her pedestal.
That was definitely part of why he didnât put you back on the couch and slowly begin to make an exit. The other part was less honorable. Despite his mindâs ideas of noble motivations, deep down he knew part of this was selfishness. Being human, he wasnât gonna complain about a pretty young girl warming his lap. And being himself, he certainly wasnât going to complain because that girl happened to be you. The guilt he felt faded instantly with one look at your doe face or one word from your tender voice.
âNone of that is your fault,â he comforts you once you finish your list and breaks away from his thoughts, âYou didnât deserve any of it.â
âI knowâŚâ you whimper before another sob comes from you, âI hate him so much. But itâs even worse cause I still miss him.â
That shoots a sharp pang of jealousy through his heart to which he mentally slaps himself. God, you made him feel pathetic, but in a way he didnât want to admit, that was part of the appeal. He holds you tighter and nuzzles the top of your head, breathing in the scent of your shampoo.
âThatâs ok. Itâs only natural,â he coos and continues soothing you.
âWhy do I miss him? How do I make it stop?â you cry, your voice cracking.
Fuck. You really did remind him of himself which only made this more twisted. He knew what you were feeling so well. That longing ache that festers inside until you feel like clawing your skin off and prying your ribs apart to purge yourself of the infection. He sighs and shifts you on his thigh, pulling you closer to him.
âYou canât make it go away. You know that. Itâs a time-heals-all-wounds situation, sweetheart. Just gotta wait it out, but itâll get better,â he says.
Then he must have truly gone over the edge because he leans in and presses a faint kiss to your hairline. Luckily for him, you donât protest. Instead, it draws more tears from you. Your arms lock around him and pull the rest of your body closer
âI just feel empty, and I donât know why. He wasnât that great⌠no offense,â you sniffle.
âNone taken,â he says softly, a small smile rising on his lips. He keeps rubbing your back, resting his head on top of yours. âMost breakups hurt, even when youâve run the course of the relationship. Itâs not fun losing someone.â
It wouldnât be fun losing you. That was for fucking sure. He was only making it worse for himself by doing all this. At this point, he wasnât sure how heâd manage to tear himself away once you stopped crying.
âI guess,â you whimper, lip puffing out into a sweet pout heâd only ever seen as a joke before.
âYouâre such a sensitive girl, honey. So delicate,â he murmurs against your hair. He knows he should stop. Heâs toeing the borderline, but itâs all he can do to keep himself from hurdling over it at full force.
âIâm overdramatic,â you correct.
He scoffs, dismissing your claim. âDid someone tell you that? Because they donât know what theyâre talking about. Youâre precious,â he whispers with another kiss to your head.
That word seems to strike something in you. Your crying that had been dwindling seems to soften down to an occasional ragged breath. You look up at him with your watery eyes. He continues to push away remaining tears on your cheeks before running his knuckles down your jaw.
As he looks into your eyes, the temptation becomes irresistible. He needs you.
âSweet thing like you⌠you need someone who can understand you, protect those feelings of yours, not make you feel bad about âem,â he says, his thumb dragging over your chin.
âYou think so?â you ask.
âOh yeah. Thereâs nothing wrong with wearing your heart on your sleeve,â he says teasingly, âAll it means is that you care. Plus, this may be just me, but I think itâs pretty cute.â
Your teary eyes widen just the slightest amount, and your hips squirm a bit on his lap. You look down at your fingers fidgeting with one another.
âI donât know,â you say quietly.
âI do. Youâre so pretty when you cry, baby,â he mutters and lifts your chin to get you to look at him again, âYou have puppy eyes, just begging for some love.â
A shy smile starts spreading on your face. Your eyes cast down, and he knows heâs got you hooked. Now he just has to reel you in.
âYeah, you know itâs true,â he whispers and leans in to kiss your cheeks, âBet you have a lot of fun using âem on people.â
âNo,â you say timidly, eyes glancing back up at him.
âOh, of course not. A little angel like you would never take advantage,â he teases. He kisses across your cheek bone to your temple, and then moves his lips down to where your jaw meets your neck. He can hear your breath hitching. His hands pull you closer to his body, feeling your warmth up against him. One slides to your side, rubbing up and down slowly.
âThatâs why you need to be taken care of,â he breathes against your skin, âLet me take care of you, baby.â
You nod with no hesitation on your part. He can tell from the breath you let out that you're giving into some temptations of your own. Your head leans in and he ducks down to connect your lips, nearly groaning as he feels the plush flesh press against him. The kisses start off tender, just little pecks as you explore the feeling of each other. But they soon grow in passion. Your mouths open against each other. Your tongues meet, and spit coats one another's lips. Youâre both breathing heavier.
He pulls back to look at you, those eyes he had been going on about now clouded with lust. Moving in for a few more, he cups your face. âYou like that?â he murmurs.
âMhm,â you hum, reciprocating the affection.Â
He chuckles as you move in even closer, the swell of your breasts pushing up against his chest. His hands squeeze your waist and turn you around so your back is to his front, your head tilted on his shoulder.
âPretty baby, so eager for me,â he coos as his hands smooth up your stomach to your chest. He fondles your tits through your top, feeling their entirety since you werenât wearing a bra.
The softest noise of satisfaction leaves you, and you nip at his lips. He deepens the kiss in response, groping you a bit harder. Your hands travel South to his belt, attempting to undo behind your back, but his hand drops and grabs your wrists.
âNot yet,â he corrects with a kiss to your temple, âThereâs no rush. I want to take my time with you. Warm you up like you deserve.â
His mouth envelopes yours again while his hand releases your wrists and returns to your breast. He can feel your nipples perking up in anticipation. His cock starts to do the same beneath you. As you feel it, you roll your ass back against him, providing some friction. He smiles against your lips, the prior reservations he had about this leaving his mind one by one.
Maneuvering his palms between your thighs, his fingers coast up and down the sensitive skin. His mouth trails down to your neck to kiss you there, sucking soft love bites onto your throat. Youâre single now. Itâs not like youâd have to hide them.
He parts your legs a bit more before cupping them underneath and pulling you down so that youâre at an angle where he can remove the fluffy pajama pants that kept him from his target. You watch the soft fabric fall away and crumple up on the floor. Youâre a little jittery as he exposes your skin now. This is real, no longer a far-fetched fantasy.
His hand is on your pussy in seconds, stroking you through the thin cotton that covers it. The kisses to your throat donât stop, and his free hand keeps you in place on his lap.
âThose college boys youâve been running around with are too busy thinking with their dicks. They donât know what to do with a prize like you,â he murmurs and drags his nose up the curve of your face.
He chooses to forget the fact that the boy you had been running around with was his son. That didnât need to matter right now. All that mattered was the whimper that fell from you, the way your hair felt against the crook of his neck. His fingers play with you a little more before sliding into your panties.
âAw, youâre already getting wet, hm?â he purrs, âPrecious girl. Probably so pent up. Never been properly fucked the way you shoulda been.â
You nod and turn your head to look into his eyes. He takes the chance to kiss you again, working his mouth with yours while his fingers coasted through your folds.
âNeed you to make it better,â you mumble against his lips.
You feel his smirk and how he kisses with increased fervor. The pads of his fingers swirl around your clit, eliciting a tiny gasp from you.
âNot a problem, baby. Youâre not leaving my lap till you canât remember why you were crying in the first place,â he whispers.
You sigh with content and resume languidly making out. His fingertips are rough on the smooth skin of your center, dragging over your sweet spots with the best friction youâd ever felt. Your body arches into his touch. You actually want more. A refreshing feeling for you.
He continues focusing on your sensitive bundle of nerves, flicking over it, pressing small circles into it, swiping down across it. Occasionally, heâd massage lower, teasing your entrance and feeling the arousal pooling from his actions.
âYou like how Iâm playing with you? Feel good having that clit touched? Itâs so sensitive, just like the rest of you,â he breathes.
You nod again, a desperate whine unraveling out of you. He chuckles and speeds up his fingers.
âI knew you would. Youâre beyond the little boys who thrust a few times and leave you wanting for more. Think itâs pretty obvious you need a real man,â he says.
He didnât even know where half this stuff was coming from, but he wasnât gonna launch an investigation into it. It worked for you, so it was working for him.
Your hips buck as he maintains a steady pace and even amount of pressure. He rubbed you just the way you liked, as if he knew your body on an instinctual level.
âYouâre gonna cum just from my fingers. You can do it. Have you gushing already before I slip my cock in you,â he murmurs against your skin.
His fingers have started making wet noises as they slide up and down on your cunt. You mewl and tense up, relishing the pleasure he brought you. You whimper out his name quietly, over and over. Leon. Specifically him.
âThatâs right, sweetheart. Whoâs the one making you feel so good? Whoâs the one youâve needed all along?â
You gasp it again for him. Leon.
âGood girl,â he growls.
He moves his fingers with more precision and dedication, taking you right to the blissful edge and letting you crash over it. Watching how your body writhes on his lap, he holds you through it. He makes sure to keep you up right.
You feel lightning strike within you, the storm of euphoria swirling in the pit of your stomach. You let go all over his fingers, and thoroughly coat his hand with your release. He goes in for more, sliding his fingers down as if theyâre going to dip inside you, but you whine in protest.
âLeon⌠donât wanna wait anymore,â you whimper.
He chuckles at your impatience and shakes his head.
âYou talk about it like youâve been waiting forever when itâs only been a couple minutes,â he teases.
âFeels like forever,â you pout.
He kisses your frown and pulls your underwear off completely. He then turns you around on his lap to face him.
âYou ready for the real thing then?â he breathes, smirking at your quick confirmation.
He boosts his hips off the couch and shoves his pants down enough so that his cock can spring free. It bobs up in anticipation. His hand grasps it, sliding it against your entrance.Â
After a few teasing swipes, he sinks you down on it, savoring every small change in your expression. Your eyes flutter, your mouth lolls open slightly, your brows furrow.
âOh, I can tell thatâs what youâve been needing,â he whispers, guiding your hips into a rhythm.
You bounce up and down on him, breathy moans escaping you with each rise and fall.
âMhm, wanted it for so long,â you whine.
His eyebrow raises at that. âYeah?â he grunts, sharply inhaling as you squeeze around him, âHow long? How bad did you want it?â
âSo bad. Wanted it for months,â you confess as your head falls back, âWanted to be yours instead.â
He knows heâs going to hell for the rush of satisfaction that floods his veins. He doesnât falter though, just pulls you closer and starts thrusting up into you.
âOh, did you? Dirty secret, baby, but I canât say I didnât feel the same way,â he moans before reconnecting his mouth with yours, âSweet baby like you, wanted you to be all mine.â
A quick moan leaves you, and you keep riding. Your hips roll up and down, working him as deep into you as he can go. Your arousal drips down his heavy balls, making a mess where the two of you connect.
âDreamed about you sometimes,â you gasp, letting it all out.
His eyes droop with more desire. They shouldnât, but your revelations only spurred him on. He thrusts up harder and digs his fingers into the flesh of your hips.
âYeah? Bet you felt so guilty waking up soaked between your legs for someone you couldnât have,â he says, vision trained on you, âI felt the same way. Hard as a rock for you and no relief.â
âNow there is,â you whimper as you lean down and nuzzle your face against his.
With hot breaths in each other's face, you both feel the cords of release being pulled taut. You bite your lip, and he cages you in against his body, keeping you flush against him.
âEven with that dirty little secret, youâre still such a good girl. Need you to be my good girl,â he mumbles in your ear before moaning, hips tensing as he feels the sweeping sense of euphoria.
You nod dumbly as your own high creeps up on you. âOh fuck Iâm gonna cum,â you whine before burying your face into his shoulder. Your hands clutch at his biceps, digging little crescents into the muscle.
He fucks you through it, making you see stars and keeping them suspended in your sights. You cling to him and clamp around him. His thrusts get sloppy, but he wonât stop until youâre coming down. Thatâs when he finally pulls out and gives himself a few strokes to completion, finishing on your ass. He figured you were on the pill, but he wasnât going to make a riskier chance an even bigger risk.
You feel the warm liquid dripping down the curve of your ass. Youâre too fucked out to be concerned with clean up right now though. He smiles down at you and gives you some kisses as a way to cool you off.
Reaching over to the end table, he grabs a few tissues and swipes away the small mess on your backside. After some more soothing affection, the two of you briefly readjust your clothing and get comfy with each other again. He figured this probably wasnât the best thing he could be doing in this situation. He just fucked his sonâs ex and now he was going to cuddle her too? But he does it anyway because it was what you needed, and that was his mindâs priority at the moment.
He thinks about leaving though, reverting to the original plan. He could let you doze off and just slip away. But he doesnât. Youâre too sweet, and youâre hurting. He didnât want to pile on, but the idea that this shouldnât develop into more than a passionate fuck still lingers in his mind..
That is until he hears your voice.
âAre you gonna leave?â you ask softly.
He looks down, heart aching at the sight of you.
âNot yet,â he answers.
âOk good,â you say and sink into him again, âI might need you again later. In case I get sad again.â
He rolls his eyes at your attempt to play innocent. âGuess Iâm stuck here then. Canât have you crying all alone,â he says.
âMhm,â you hum, leaning up to give him a kiss. One of the sweetest kisses heâd ever had. And just like that, youâre luring him back in.
âYou know⌠maybe I should be proactive, make sure you donât get the chance to be sad again todayâŚâ he murmurs, shifting to lay down on the couch and give you some kisses of his own. âThink you need some more distracting.â
He was done for.
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catch-up- l.norris (no.4)
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summary: lando after Monza.
pairing: land norris x fem! reader.
warnings: talk of workplace harassment
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Lando walked into your apartment with a sour expression on his face. Youâd been waiting for him all night. P1 to P3, not exactly a good result.Â
âHey darling,â you sighed, walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. He didnât hug you back. You tried to press a kiss to his cheek, but he shrugged you off and moved further into the apartment and left you in the living room as he went to your bedroom.Â
Your day hadnât been great either, if heâd cared to ask, but you didnât really think faulting him right now was a smart idea. Emotions were high, youâd seen the interviews, youâd seen his face on the podium, and youâd seen him. It still stung.
You followed after him and leant against the doorframe, watching him take off his clothes to be left in his boxers. He didnât look in your direction once. He lay down in the bed, his back to you, and that was that.Â
Shit.Â
âGreat discussion,â you mumbled under your breath, and closed the door. Imola to Monaco was only a 3 hour flight and heâd left Imola at about 10pm. It was only about 2am now, and you had work in the morning. Work that you didnât want to go to. The new co-worker you were teaching was probably the creepiest guy you could ever imagine, and he decided that you were his to touch all day on Friday. Disgusting.Â
You saw the door open as you settled on the couch, just hoping to drown out the worried and upset thoughts that ran through your head. You were worried about Lando, worried about the Driverâs Championship, worried about Oscar, worried about Lando and Oscarâs relationship, worried about Landoâs confidence, worried about going to work, trying to think about a strategic outfit, worried about the other girls in the office, worried about-
âHi,â his soft voice invaded your senses, and you turned to face him. There he was, beside you, his hand in yours.Â
âHi,â you answered, your voice hoarse and tired. âIâm sorry about today.â
He nodded. âItâs my fault,â he shrugged. âOscar made the pass, and I was allowed to race him-â
âLando, youâre not seriously blaming yourself for today, are you?â You asked. He didnât answer, just staring down at where your hands connected. âIt wouldâve been a 1-2 finish if Stella and the team didnât take a page out of the Ferrari handbook of how to fuck shit up. Papaya rules can fuck off, and so can Zak Brown. You deserved that 1-2. Both of you do. P3 is still good, but I know itâs not enough for you. But Lan, think about where you were last year, or the year before. The progress youâve made this year alone? Unimaginable. Donât get tunnel-visioned into hating yourself because of one bad race result when you know how talented and skilled you are, and how you won against Max with a fucking 22 second gap. Monza wasnât your weekend, but next weekend will be and thatâs what matters. Also, P3, standing on the podium being a bad result? Iâd say youâre doing pretty well then.â
He smiled softly as you reminded him of who he was, but also how important you are to him. Speeches like that from you made him feel a thousand times better than any consolation pity pep-talk he couldâve gotten from someone in the team. âThank you,â he pressed his lips to your cheek. âPlease come to bed.â
You chuckled softly. âI doubt Iâll be sleeping much tonight.â
He cocked an eyebrow. âWhy?â
âJust⌠head busy,â you shrugged. âBut Iâll come in if you want me to.âÂ
He pressed his lips to your neck in a soft kiss. âI always want you near me.â
You chuckled. âOk Romeo,â you scoffed, getting up.Â
âHow was work this week?â he asked, following you into your bedroom.Â
âShit,â you sighed, lying down. âBut probably better than yours.â
âWhat happened?â
âItâs fine Lan,â you brushed it off. âYouâre tired.â
âNot enough to not hear what you have to say,â he sat up, waiting for you to speak.Â
You sighed and turned to him, resting your head in his lap as he ran his fingers through your hair. âI was training this new guy at work and he decided to make it his personal mission to make me as uncomfortable as possible. He just kept touching me, and not seeing how it was inappropriate. Now I have to think about what I wear even more, and tell the rest of the girls at the office, and-â
âBaby, you shouldn't be dealing with that,â he sighed. You could tell he was angry. âYou need to tell HR.â
âThatâs the worst part, heâs the HR guy,â you groaned. âAnyways, I just want to sleep, and I know you do too.â
He nodded, lying beside you and wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you close. âI love you.â
âI love you too,â you whispered. âPlease donât come to my place of work and threaten this guy Lan.â
He scoffed. âI wasnât going to threaten him, I was going to get Max to do it.â
You chuckled. âYouâre a child.â
âIâm a problem solver,â he shrugged. âOk, but he needs to be fired. I can come in and Iâll pretend like heâs insulted me massively as a customer, boom, heâs gone.â
âOk Superman, whatever you say,â you giggled.
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Pairing : Non!Idol College AUKim Seungmin x F!Reader TW : angst ; tsundere Seungmin ; reader injury but not super serious ; lots of use of the word fuck ; slightly suggestive if you squint ; mentions of drinking but reader doesn't ; fluff at the end though ; Word Count : 8.4k A/N : You all picked Seungmin and Seungmin you shall receive! I don't even know how long this will take to finish writing to post, I'm currently setting up this part on May 4th, so... works got me fucked up a bit. I finally finished it on May 27th jfc. I'm so sorry for making everyone wait! I hope you enjoy this Anonny! Request : Anonny : Could you do one with Felix or seungmin, youâre their best friend and you both have feelings for each other. Felix or seungmin finds out about it and goes out with girls to try and make you jealous but instead you end up distancing yourself from him because you canât bear to look at him with other girls, he notices and comes to you and you guys make up and kisses and fluff pls đ
âBestie boo boo!!â You called out, running over to Seungmin and wrapping your arms around him from behind. You could tell it was him just from the back of his head, thatâs how close the two of you were. It had been that way since middle school when your parents moved and you got transferred to his school. He was your first friend, your only friend for the longest time.Â
âHate it when you call me thatâŚâ He mumbled, but you could feel his chest vibrating with silent laughter. What you couldnât see was the deep red blush that covered his cheeks and the shy smile that tugged at his cheeks. For the longest time you looked at him as just a friend, the two of you had even dated other people through high school, consoling each other after breakups, being each otherâs wingmen, the stupid shit that best friends do for each other in high school. Now that you were in college though, you couldnât help but really see him, see him as more than a friend⌠The only problem was that he didnât see you as anything more.Â
You lightly slapped him on the back, an overly dramatic scowl on your face, waiting for him to turn around. âYah! Look at meâŚâ He slowly turned around and you made sure to change the scowl to a pout when he finally looked at you. Neither of you could keep up the act long though, it took less than 4 seconds for both of you to laugh. âSeriously though, youâre bestie boo boo, it isnât changing.âÂ
He rolled his eyes before grabbing the strap of your backpack and pulling you closer. To say your heart almost jumped out of your chest was an understatement, all the years of watching k-dramas⌠was this your moment? âYou annoy me. Why are we friends again?â He muttered, throwing his arm over your shoulder and practically dragging you along next to him as he walked. Your silence had him stopping and looking at you though, his eyebrow arched, a flash of worry glinting in his eyes. âIâm joking⌠That was a joke. I know that youâd be helpless without me.âÂ
Your lips popped as your mouth fell open, the smug look on his face both aggravating and extremely attractive at the same time. âI am not helpless. I donât even need you.â That was a lie, you needed him in more ways than what he was thinking, but you kept those thoughts to yourself as you moved out from under his arm and walked ahead of him. Your pride was short-lived as you stepped on a rock, your ankle twisting in the process and a tiny yelp leaving your mouth.Â
Seungmin had run over to you immediately, dropping his bag beside him so he could grab onto you, his hands firmly gripping your waist to hold you steady, and even though your ankle was sore, the electric feeling that coursed through you from his touch overpowered the pain completely. âYou walk away for⌠what was that? 5 seconds? Maybe 6?â He sighed softly, shaking his head as he looked you over, and he must have taken the flustered look on your face as one of pain because he quickly grabbed his bag with one hand, his other arm staying around your waist as he slowly walked with you. âIs your ankle okay? I can carry you. Do you think you can make it to the nurse?âÂ
âI donât even need to go to the nurseâŚâ You muttered, trying to upkeep your iâm totally fine act, all while also trying to keep your heart beating at a steady pace with his arm still wrapped around you. âYouâll just mock me the whole time anyway⌠I mean, who trips over a rock⌠so stupid.â You continued to mumble.Â
His tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth and you were ready for him to start firing off the jokes that youâd most likely hear for the next month or so, but he let out a soft sigh. âIâm not going to make fun of you for getting hurt, Iâm not a complete asshole.â You huffed loudly out of your nose, and little did you know, he thought every little thing that you did was absolutely adorable, he just didnât know how to tell you. âIâm taking you to the nurse no matter what, so if you want me to carry you, I will.âÂ
Oh to be carried by him, to be held in his arms⌠or maybe being piggybacked across campus, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding onto him so tightly⌠âNo, Iâm fine. It was just a little twist, theyâll probably laugh at me for coming in with something so small. It probably isnât even anything.â He hummed softly, his arm moving away from your waist and you felt pathetic for noticing the lack of warmth immediately. The electricity that you had felt coursing through your veins was suddenly gone and it was strangely sad for you.Â
The lack of his support also meant that your weight was now completely on your ankle and you could feel just how badly you had twisted it. You winced at the pain that shot through your whole leg, and you either werenât good at hiding it, or Seungmin was just really good at picking up on everything. Whatever it was, he quickly stepped in front of you, squatting down and hitching his arms around your knees to lift you onto his back. âYouâre so stubborn.â He grumbled, and itâs like the added weight of you being on his back didnât faze him at all. In fact, he started walking faster towards the medical building, a man on a mission, and being so close had the butterflies in your stomach going absolutely crazy.Â
âTry not to walk on it.â The nurse said as she finished wrapping your ankle that had swollen to twice its size by the time you got to the building. âGo straight home and prop it up on a couple pillows, put some ice on it to take some of the swelling down. Use the crutches. If it hurts, take some ibuprofen and that should help with the pain.â You nodded along to everything she was saying, but you werenât exactly listening, focusing more on the way Seungmin was staring at you intently, and you didnât know if the expression on his face was one of disappointment or annoyance.Â
âIâll make sure she doesnât walk on it and that she keeps it propped up. Thank you.â He spoke for you, bowing his head as he got up from the chair that was on the opposite side of the room. Grabbing your crutches, he walked over to you and helped you up off the bed, the paper underneath you crinkling loudly with every movement. âDo you need me to carry you again?â He asked, and you rolled your eyes, taking the crutches from him and situating them under your arms before doing your best to keep your balance and move forward at the same time, which was quite difficult.Â
âYou can go to class, Iâll be fine.â You said, and while youâd love to get ahead of him, it was too easy for him to keep up with your little hops. âSeriously⌠This is so humiliating, I just want to be alone. Stupid fucking rock.â He sighed softly beside you, but he didnât leave your side, always at the ready, his arms shooting out instinctively to catch you when you looked like you were wobbling a little bit. âSeungminâŚâÂ
âWhat kind of best friend would I be if I let you walk home by yourself on crutches?â He quizzed, but it was a hypothetical question that you both already knew the answer to. âIâll make you some ramen too so that you donât have to get up. I want you to keep your leg up, like the nurse said.â He continued, it felt like he was scolding you. âIâll go to your classes and get copies of the lectures that you missed today so you wonât be behind.âÂ
âThanks dad.â You pouted, but kept staring at the ground, not just because you were sulking, but because you couldnât seem to walk straight with the crutches if you werenât watching your feet at the same time. You werenât even sure how long you were going to need them for, but within the first 20 minutes, thatâs all it took for you to dread them for a lifetime. Your underarms hurt and strangely enough, having â3â legs to walk on was more of a hindrance than anything.Â
âI can come over after my classes. We can watch a movie? Iâll keep you company while youâre healing since you canât really do anything else.â Watching a movie with Seungmin⌠just the two of you⌠maybe it would turn into cuddling⌠maybe heâd kiss you⌠You could fall asleep on his lap while he runs his fingers through your hair. It would be a dream come true, it would be the perfect evening. âIâll even bring snacks. Iâll buy your favorites.â Itâs like he was trying to bribe you to say yes, not that he needed to.Â
âSure⌠Yeah. As long as I can pick the movie.â You looked up at him with a pursed lip smile, the lack of attention on your feet had you stumbling a bit, and he quickly caught you again. He didnât even have to look at you to know you were wobbling either, he just reached out to steady you before dropping his arms back to his sides. âThis sucksâŚâÂ
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âDonât you have baseball practice?â You asked tiredly as you leaned against his shoulder, curled up under a blanket on your couch, the movie playing on the television was just background noise at this point. âI donât want the rest of the team to get mad⌠Youâre their best player.â That wasnât even you trying to hype him up either, he truly was the best player on the team. Thatâs why it was so hard for you to believe that he wanted to spend most of his free time with you. He was the all star player, every girl on campus had their eyes set on him, yet he made it seem like he only wanted to be around you. It just didnât make any sense, and you wondered if maybe he was doing it out of pity considering you were less popular, well, you werenât really popular at all.Â
You always caught the glares that the girls would send your way when you walked by with Seungmin by your side, and if you listened hard enough, you could almost hear them shit talking you, as if you were in some way forcing Seungmin to hang out with you. âEh, they can handle one practice without me.â He said nonchalantly, stretching his arms above his head before getting up off the couch. âYou hungry yet?â He didnât even wait for your answer before walking to the kitchen and raiding your cabinets, pulling out two ramen bowls. âWhat are you gonna do when I go back to my dorm?â He asked, as if trying to make small talk while waiting for the water to boil in the pot on the stove.Â
âProbably gonna run a marathon, do my laundry, use the stairs in the building for the first time since Iâve lived here. Ya know, goof around a bit.â You teased, but when you turned to look at him, you could tell he was less than impressed at your answer and he didnât find it as funny as you did. âJeez, youâre such a sour puss sometimes. Obviously Iâm going to listen to the nurse and keep my leg propped up. Iâll just be here, all bored, probably starve while I watch YouTube videos on my phone.â It was like you couldn't give up the chance to be a smartass, and Seungmin knew that, so he just rolled his eyes as he turned his attention back to the water that was bubbling on the surface now.Â
âDonât you have any friends that can spend the night or something to help you out?â He questioned, and you werenât sure why, but the way he said it made it seem like he didnât really want to be there. Maybe you were just reading into things, you did have the tendency to do that, but you thought that maybe he would offer to stay to help you. Not just that, but you were sure that he knew well enough that you didnât really have any friends, not ones that would willingly give up their nights to help you.Â
You donât know why you were so upset honestly, but your bottom lip trembled as you looked around your living room, trying to look at anything but him. âJust forget about it. You can go.â You said softly, hoping that heâd hear you and heâd just leave without another word. The oven clicked off and you heard soft footsteps carrying him from the kitchen into the living room where you were sitting, your breath held, but then he came into your view, his eyebrows creased with worry as he looked at you. If you werenât so upset, youâd laugh at him, but you turned away from him instead. âSeriously, you can leave. I can do this on my own.âÂ
His eyes closed, a loud sigh blowing through parted lips, hot breath hitting the side of your face as you continued to avoid looking at him. âWhatâs wrong? Look at meâŚâ His voice was below a whisper, although it was tinged with annoyance rather than the worry that masked his features. âIâm making you something to eat, what more do you want me to do? Iâm trying to help you and youâre trying to kick me out. I donât know what else you want from me.â It was evident that he was getting more and more irritated the more he spoke, and the fact that you still hadnât looked at him was only upsetting him more. âFine⌠Do it on your own.â He muttered, standing up straight and turning on his heel to head out the door.Â
Sure, simply explaining to him why you were upset probably would have been better, but you were too upset to talk to him about it. Itâs not like he was unaware of why you would be upset at the comment he made. He knew damn well that you felt less than adequate being his friend when he was so popular and he was quite literally the only friend you had. He always tried to invite you out to hang out with his friends and their girlfriends, but you knew they didnât actually like you, they simply tolerated you because for some reason, Seungmin liked having you around. To them, it didnât matter that the two of you had been friends for so long. He was popular now, he was lusted after by every girl on campus, he was a star⌠and you were a nobody. He might have a bunch of friends that would help him if he were to get hurt the way you did��� but you had nobody, nobody but him.Â
Kicking him out didnât seem to prove any kind of point though, it only made you feel lonelier. You had absolutely no one now to help you, and while you knew that Seungmin was only a text away, you were sure that after the way you treated him he wouldnât feel as inclined to come over and help you. You were truly on your own, and you didnât know how youâd do anything without his help. You were adamant though, you didnât need him, you didnât need anyone. You were sure that he had better things to do anyway. You werenât going to burden him. It seemed like he didnât want to stay around and help you, not when he was asking if you had other friends that would be able to do it⌠Maybe he was trying to get rid of you.Â
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âThought you were going to be over Y/Nâs all evening?â Felix asked as soon as Seungmin walked through the front door. Felix wasnât exactly popular either, not in regards to being a jock, he was more into computer games that occupied most of his time. Both guys were sure that if they hadnât been paired up as roommates, they wouldnât even know of the other's existence. Yet, since becoming roommates almost two years ago, they had gotten just as close as Seungmin and you were. âHowâs she feeling by the way? Is she okay?âÂ
Felix was the only one that had been told of your accident earlier in the day. He was the only one that Seungmin thought would care. He knew that his baseball friends werenât all too interested in you, and if it were up to them, you wouldnât be hogging all of Seungmins time in the first place. âI donât know, man. She got really upset and kicked me out⌠I thought Iâd be able to tell her today.â Seungmin dropped down into the empty seat at the table that Felix was sitting at, running his hands over his face before dropping them down onto the table with a heavy thud. âMaybe she just doesnât like meâŚâÂ
Now if there was one thing that Felix knew, it was about Seungmins crush for you. It wasnât even a crush anymore, it was more than that. Seungmin was head over heels in love with you, and Felix heard about it every single day. He had only found out about it when Seungmin had invited you over to his place for a bit, the first and last time it ever happened, and Felix had been there. Once you left, Felix had told Seungmin that he thinks that youâre really pretty. It almost turned into a full blown argument as Seungmin shouted about how Felix couldnât have you and that you were his. Thatâs when it had all been laid out on the table, and that was about five months ago. Felix thought that Seungmin would have told you by now, but apparently he hadnât. He couldnât understand why though, itâs not like you didnât like Seungmin back. That was painfully obvious⌠Did Seungmin not even notice? âYouâre blind⌠Arenât you?â Felix commented, and Seungmin lifted his head, staring at Felix incredulously. âShe likes you⌠Even I can see that. I donât know why you wonât just tell her, itâll probably make the both of you feel better to just get it all out.âÂ
âDude, she doesnât like me. If she did, she wouldnât have kicked me out.â Seungmin retorted, and Felix felt like he was talking to a brick wall. How could Seungmin be so clueless? âI was literally in the middle of making food for the both of us! Itâs like she got mad or something and just told me to leave. I asked her if she had any other friends to help her when I wasnât there⌠Maybe she had her boyfriend coming over and what I said reminded her and she needed me to leave before he got there⌠She never told me about a boyfriend though. I feel like I would know about something like that⌠She would have told meâŚâ Felix was absolutely dumbfounded by how stupid Seungmin sounded right now. Even Felix was able to figure it out immediately after knowing what Seungmin had said, but for some reason, he was just unable to put it all together.Â
âDude⌠She likes you⌠Just tell her!â Felix said, trying his best to not get annoyed with Seungmins lack of critical thinking. But Seungmin shook his head, pushing away from the table, eliciting a loud groan from Felix whose head fell back to stare up at the ceiling in complete disbelief. âHow long are you going to drag this out, man? The longer you wait, the lower your chances are. If she thinks you donât like her, she might just move on. Think about that for a bit.âÂ
And he did, Seungmin did think about it. He thought about it a lot. The thought was raising hell in his brain no matter where he was or what he was doing. He couldnât sleep, he couldnât focus in class, he couldnât even focus during practice. His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of you potentially being with someone else, and that pissed him off. You couldnât be with anyone. You were his.Â
Thatâs why he started looking up what to do online, which probably seemed stupid to anyone else, but he couldnât just outright tell you that he was in love with you. He wouldnât be able to handle the rejection if you didnât like him back. He couldnât take Felixs word for it because, even though Felix was his friend, he was also the type of guy that thought that a girl simply smiling and waving at him meant that she liked him⌠Which was crazy.Â
In the end, he found a lot of ideas, but only one seemed like it would actually work. It was also easier to pull off than any of the other ideas he came across online. This one would be foolproof. If you didnât react, it meant that you didnât like him and he would finally be able to move on, although he wasnât sure how long it would take for him to do that. If you did react though, he would know that you did like him, and he would finally be able to tell you. He hoped that it worked, it seemed like it would⌠He just really wanted it to work out in a way where you would truly be his in the end.Â
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It had been two weeks since you kicked Seungmin out, and while you hadnât completely ghosted him, your replies to his texts were rather short. You were still upset, and your mind was racing with the thought that he was slowly but surely trying to ease you out of his life. There were so many girls that wanted him, having you around was probably ruining his game with all of them, and, while you werenât clingy to him by any means, the two of you were always around each other, and you were sure that made it hard for him to get with anyone else.Â
Still, his birthday was coming up soon, and you were finally fully healed from your little accident two weeks ago (you cared for yourself the entire time, even when Seungmin asked if you needed help), and you were sure that heâd have another party like he had every year before. You wondered if you were still invited though, and while you didnât want to be the first person to text him, you thought that maybe sending him a quick Happy Birthday message would open the door for him to tell you, or at least ask you to come to the party.Â
âHey⌠Happy Birthday, Min.â You quickly sent it, and like any other time you texted him first, your stomach would twist up in knots as you awaited his reply. Love was crazy in the way that it made people feel. It was like that feeling alone took control of all your other emotions and made them come out at times when they werenât necessary, and it made them come out too strong⌠Which is why you kicked Seungmin out in the first place. You loved him so much that you were scared of him not loving you back so you tried to get rid of him completely. It was so stupid.Â
âHey! Thanks! You still coming to my party tonight, right?â Did he actually want you to come or was he just asking to be sure that you werenât? Dammit⌠He always made you feel so conflicted. Maybe if you just told him that you liked him, you could just get it over with, get the final answer and whatever comes next⌠Well, thatâs up to fate. Maybe⌠Maybe you could tell him tonight⌠At the party. If he said no, you would just leave, run home and cry under your blanket and avoid him for the rest of your college years. It wouldnât ruin his party, he had so many friends, theyâd probably all get together and laugh at you anyway. You just needed to get it off your chest once and for all. You couldnât keep hiding your feelings, you couldnât keep going about your days like you were okay with just being friends⌠You needed to let him know.Â
âYeah! Yeah, Iâll be there!â You texted back, and you already felt your heart speeding up at the thought of standing in front of him and telling him. The sweat was beading up on your forehead and your hands felt clammy. You didnât even know what you were going to say, but you knew that trying to follow a script would only make you more nervous and youâd get tongue tied and end up rambling. The words would come effortlessly once you stood in front of him, the way they would fill your brain whenever you were around him, just waiting to be unleashed upon the man that you had loved for longer than you could remember. It would happen tonight⌠Youâd tell him everything, youâd tell him how wonderful you thought he was, how funny he is, how he makes your day better just by smiling in your direction. Youâd tell him that heâs the only person youâve been able to ever think about or see yourself with, that youâve always liked him, that youâll always love him no matter what. He needed to know⌠And you needed your answer.Â
The outfit you had chosen for the night was dressier than what youâd wear to any of the other parties⌠If you had ever been invited to any other parties⌠And it was surely much dressier than what you usually wore. A floral dress that sat just at the middle of your thighs, the color accenting your skin tone and framing your figure in all the right areas. It was the last thing you put on after doing your hair and your makeup, because honestly, you knew that if you looked at yourself in the mirror youâd get even more nervous and decide not to go at all.Â
You wanted to catch his eye though, you wanted him to know that you could be just as pretty as the other girls that chased him around campus⌠You were worthy of his attention, and maybe even his love if he wanted to give it to you. It was hard not to feel anxious though, as much as you tried not to be. You were worried that youâd end up sweating off your makeup which you had spent much longer on than usual because you wanted to look perfect for him. It wasnât too late to back out, just change your clothes and walk into the party in the regular clothes that you always wore when you went to his birthday parties⌠But this one was important⌠This one was the difference between spending the rest of your life pining over your best friend or finally being able to be his.Â
The music from the bar could be heard from outside the front doors, and you knew that it was most likely packed inside with all of his friends from baseball, and most likely all the girls on campus that were trying to hook up with him. You didnât want to be surrounded by them, and you werenât quite sure how youâd get him alone for even a second to tell him what you wanted to, but you were there and you were hellbent on telling him tonight, so you took a deep breath and walked into the bar, trying not to make eye contact with the people who seemed to stop and stare at you with wide eyes.Â
It wasnât hard to find Seungmin, he was in the center of the room, a beer in one hand and his phone in his other hand as he chatted with some guys that you remember seeing on the field when you went and watched him play. He was preoccupied, and it was only the beginning of the party⌠You didnât have to tell him right now⌠You could at least enjoy yourself for a little bit before potentially breaking your own heart.Â
âHey! Glad youâre here!â The voice came from behind you, and when you turned around you saw Felix, a wide smile raising his freckled cheeks and creasing his eyes. âYou look good by the way! Have you gotten a drink yet?â He had to shout above the music, and while you had heard his last question, you were too focused on the compliment he had given you right before. It sent a wave of heat rushing through you as you became more aware of his eyes that were looking you over. It didnât seem disrespectful, but no one had ever looked at you that way, it had you just a little bit flustered.Â
âUhm⌠No⌠No, I just got hereâŚâ You stammered, and he nodded, placing his hand on the small of your back to lead you through the crowd towards the bar, standing quite close to you as if youâd get lost in the mass of people if he wasnât practically connected to your hip. âIâll just have a water for now⌠Thank youâŚâ You told the bartender, and sure, it might seem a little lame to order water at a bar, but you didnât want to be drunk when talking to Seungmin, he might not take you seriously.Â
âStaying sober tonight, huh?â Felix joked, and you let out a small giggle as you shook your head. That wasnât the plan entirely, but you didnât want to start off your night with shots or anything either. Plus, you had walked for a good bit to get to the bar, and the last thing you wanted to do was rehydrate with alcohol. âHave you gotten to see Seungmin yet? I know itâs probably hard to get to him, heâs been being pulled in all different directions by a bunch of different people.âÂ
You hummed softly, it would be harder to get to him than you thought, but you were adamant now. Youâd have him to yourself, even if it was just long enough to tell him that you loved him. âItâs okay⌠Iâm sure heâll come find me when he has the chance to.â You said, just loud enough for Felix to hear you. âYou wanna go grab a table? I walked all the way here and my legs are kind of tiredâŚâ You offered, and he quickly nodded, his hand once again finding the small of your back as he led you to one of the empty tables, a little further from all the noise.Â
âItâs so loud in here⌠I donât know why he chose to have his party at a bar of all placesâŚâ Felix said, finally able to lower his voice just a little bit. You knew exactly why though, and you were sure that his new group of friends had some kind of say in it. Seungmin would probably be beyond drunk by the end of the night, and that had you more than slightly worried.Â
âHey! You finally made it!â Seungmins voice boomed over the noise, and your head instinctively whipped up to the sound of it. He froze for a split second when he looked at you, but his adams apple bobbed as he cleared his throat, running a hand through his already sweat-dampened hair as he chuckled. âIâm gonna go dance, you both gonna come out?â He asked, and while you knew Seungmin was a wonderful dancer in private, you had never expected him to dance in public, especially around all of his friends.Â
âSureâŚâ You said, feeling a little shy. Maybe he wanted to dance with you? Itâs not like you hadnât been close to him before, he gave you piggyback rides often, but the music that was playing right now was surely not something that youâd dance to in any other way than sultry⌠Maybe even a little seductively.Â
You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you slowly got up out of your seat, trying not to lose Seungmin in the crowd as you followed behind him. The heat quickly dissipated when you saw his hands grab the waist of another girl, pulling her against him, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music. Nauseous was the only way to describe the way you were feeling. It was like you couldnât breathe and the walls were closing in on you. You wanted to cry and your entire plan shattered right in front of you as you watched the man you were in love with move so sensually, so provocatively with another woman.Â
âY/NâŚâ Felixs voice came from behind you once again, clearly seeing the same thing you were, and you simply shook your head, turning around and rushing to the exit, hoping that some fresh air would at least help you breathe, and being away from everyone on campus who already thought you werenât good enough to be with Seungmin allowed you to finally let out the tears that you had been holding in. âWait! Y/N!â Felix called out, breathless from racing after you, his arms wrapping around your waist to keep you from running off again. âItâs okay⌠Itâs okayâŚâ He repeated, but itâs like the sentiment had the opposite effect on you, and you let out a sob, turning around resting your forehead against Felixs shoulder as you continued to cry.Â
âHow do I stop loving someone, Felix?â You whimpered, and you heard him sigh, the sound almost as sad as you were. âHeâs too good for me⌠I shouldnât have ever loved him⌠Iâm so stupid, Felix. I was⌠I was gonna tell him tonight⌠Iâm so fucking stupid.â One arm wrapped tightly around your waist as his other hand pet over your hair, quiet shushes attempting to console you. Did Seungmin even know that he had just broken your heart? Would he even care if he did know? You were just friends, it was foolish to fall in love with him, now you were fully aware of that. His friends would never accept you, and although he had never striked you as the type, maybe his popularity with his friends meant more to him than his almost lifelong friendship with you.Â
âItâs gonna be okayâŚâ Felix once again said, his hands moving to cup your cheeks, a soft, sympathetic smile gracing his angelic features as he wiped away the tears that fell from your eyes. âWe donât have to stay here⌠I can walk you back to your place or⌠we can go grab something to eat? You look so beautiful, I wouldnât want your outfit to go to waste.â He was trying, and you respected that, you appreciated it, but there was no way that youâd be able to keep your mind off of what you just witnessed long enough to pretend you were okay in a restaurant.Â
âI just want to go homeâŚâ You mumbled, and Felix nodded as he started walking beside you. He didnât ask any other questions, he didnât say anything else. He was a great friend, and whoever was lucky enough to be with him⌠You knew heâd make them feel loved and supported no matter what. He was a wonderful person, he truly was an angel. âThank you, Felix⌠ReallyâŚâÂ
///
âWhat the fuck!?â Seungmin was seething as he paced back and forth across the floor, his hands shaking as he ran them through his hair. âWhy would you take her home!? You fucked up my whole fucking plan!â Seungmin continued to shout at Felix who sat on the couch, just as pissed off as Seungmin but for an entirely different reason. âI thought we were buds!â His palms slammed down against the kitchen counter, his forehead pressed against the cabinets as he tried- and failed -to calm himself down.Â
âOh fuck no! Donât pull that shit with me!â Felix threw it right back at Seungmin, his own voice booming, the deepness of it sending vibrations through the air. âYou tell me you love her and that you want to be with her, and then you pull some shit like that! This isnât my fault! If you would have listened to me in the first fucking place and just told her how you felt, everything would be fine!â Felix was breathing heavily as he defended not only himself, but you as well, even if you werenât there to hear it. âShe was going to tell you that she loved you, but instead, she got to witness you attempting your stupid fucking plan! And guess what! It didnât work! Sheâs devastated!âÂ
Seungmins head lifted from the cabinets, his face peeking around the corner as he looked at Felix. âShe loves me? She told you that?â He whispered, just needing to be sure that Felix was being 100% honest right now, because if he was⌠well⌠he had just made the biggest mistake ever and he wasnât sure if he would be able to fix it. Felixs eyes rolled as he nodded his head, although the movement was quite snarky, but he had a reason to act that way. Felix had told him from the beginning that you liked him, but Seungmin didnât want to listen, he wanted to find out in his own way⌠Everything was backfiring. âWhat do I do? I⌠She probably doesnât want to see me⌠Sheâs probably so upset⌠Fuck!âÂ
Felix shook his head, lounging back on the couch as he let out a humorless chuckle. âI ainât helping you anymore. I already tried, and you went and did your own fucking thing. Figure it out yourself now.â The response definitely had Seungmin fuming again, but he didnât have time to hash things out with Felix for another hour. He needed to check on you, which was easier said than done. You probably wouldnât even open the door for him, and he wouldnât blame you if you didnât, but he really wanted to apologize and tell you that he loves you, even if you might not feel the same way anymore.Â
~
It had been three hours since Felix had walked you home and made sure you got in your house alright. He had given you a hug and waited out in the hallway, making sure to watch that you not only closed the door, but that he also heard it lock before he walked away. In those three hours, the only things you had managed to do were change out of the uncomfortable outfit that you had chosen for the stupid party, clean your face, and then go right back to crying as you curled up on your couch.Â
Your phone vibrated on the arm of the sofa, and you were pretty sure that it would be Seungmin, and for the first time, you were hoping that it wasnât. You didnât have anything to say to him, you didnât even know what youâd say to him. You were still devastated, and you didnât want to talk to him at all. When you lifted your phone, it was a relief to see that it was Felix, but the relief was short-lived when you read what he had sent you.Â
âSeungmin is on his way over to your place. Look⌠Heâs like, madly in love with you, itâs almost disgusting. Youâre all he talks about, and he didnât know that you liked him back, so he was trying to test it and make you jealous by dancing with another girl⌠Donât worry, I called him out on his bullshit. BUT! I think it would be so funny to flip the tables and pull some shit on him too⌠I donât know⌠But if you donât want to see him or if youâre still upset, you can always text me, alright. I just wanted to let you know.âÂ
Seungmin did that⌠To make you jealous⌠Because he was⌠In love with you? It made absolutely 0 sense in your mind, but the brain of a hormonal college man worked far differently than yours did. But to flip the tables on him, you would have never thought of doing something like that⌠not if Felix hadnât put the idea in your head. You would have been so hung up on the fact that Seungmin did in fact love you, that you would have let everything else slide and gone running into his arms. You knew exactly what you were going to do though, and you were going to love every second of doing it. âThanks Lix! Iâll let you know how it goes!â You quickly texted back before relaxing on the couch, mentally preparing for when Seungmin came to your door.Â
~
Just slightly faster than sprinting, thatâs how fast Seungmin was running. Along with nighttime came a slightly chillier air that burned his lungs whenever he took a deep breath, but the lights illuminating the windows on your building were like a beacon calling to him, pushing him to keep going just a couple minutes more, and then heâd finally be there.Â
It was almost 2 in the morning now, and he wondered if youâd even still be awake. Had you cried yourself to sleep? He was the cause of it if you had, and his heart broke at the image in his mind, you curled up in your bed, the covers tucked under your chin as tears streamed down your face and soaked your pillow. He would never forgive himself for hurting you, especially when he could have gone the simpler route and just listened to Felix. He would have already had you if he had done that. He felt stupid, so damn stupid.Â
Bursting through the lobby door, he went straight to the elevator, his pointer finger slamming against the call button, already impatient after only 5 seconds of waiting. Why did you have to live on such a high floor? Just as he was about to turn around and take the stairs, the bell rang out and he rushed into the little box, his finger once again repeatedly pressing against the button to close the doors and then the number of your floor. The elevator was moving at turtle speed and it felt like this was all being done on purpose, just to make him wait longer to see you.Â
When the doors finally opened, he ran to yours, his hands coming down hard against the wood. Other tenants on the floor rushed out of their rooms, eyes wide, the urgent sound of his knocking made it seem like there was an emergency, and to him, there was. He felt like he was about to lose the love of his life, but to other people, he was just a madman, and honestly, a nuisance.Â
Your door flew open and he was met with the most beautiful, heart stopping scowl. He had wanted to kiss you many times before, but now he wanted to kiss you way more. âChrist, Seungmin. What do you want?â You hissed, your own head looking around your door frame and shooting an apologetic look to your neighbors before your eyes were back on him, your glare so cold it sent chills down his spine.Â
âIâm sorry⌠Iâm sorry I did that, and Iâm sorry I upset you. I thought⌠I donât know, that it would make you jealous and maybe youâd argue with me and Iâd just, Iâd just kiss you and tell you that I loved you and weâd laugh about it later. I didnât think it would hurt you, I didnât think it would make you cry, and Iâm really⌠really sorry.â The words were spewed out so fast, it only took him about 25 seconds to go from the first word to the last. It took him just as long to catch his breath after saying so much without even a breath in between.Â
âItâs whatever, Seungmin. I donât even care⌠I mean⌠Your stupidity really opened my eyes and showed me that thereâs someone out there who wouldnât hurt me like that to try to show me they love me.â Someone else⌠There was someone else? He blinked a few times, and even though it was clicking, he didnât want it to make sense, but he knew that the only other person that you had talked to tonight was Felix. But you couldnât be talking about Felix⌠right? Thereâs no way in hell that heâd let something like that happen. âYou can go nowâŚâÂ
âNo, youâre not kicking me out again!â He screeched, realizing that he was still standing outside of your apartment and then pushing his way in, closing the door behind him. âCall me stupid, hate me, ignore me⌠Do whatever you have to⌠Just⌠Donât go to someone else. Please. I love you, Iâve always loved you. Your cringy little nicknames that you give me and all your little quirks and habits. I love all of that. I love the way you always sit front row at my games and hold up the little signs that you made yourself and cheer for me⌠Even when Iâm sitting on the bench. Youâre beautiful, and Iâve never felt so fucking idiotic in my life⌠I donât want you to be with anyone else⌠Who is it? Iâll kick his ass for taking you from me.âÂ
Your head shook as you crossed your arms over your chest, your eyes closing as you let out a slow sigh. âWhy does it matter who it is? He didnât take me from you anyway, you were too busy trying to make me jealous and grinding up on some other girl to even notice that he was with me almost all night.â You retorted, and Seungmin saw red, his fists clenching at his sides. It was Felix. His nostrils flared as he turned on his heel without another word, ready to go right back to his place and beat the shit out of Felix⌠That is, until he heard you laughing. He paused, his hand on the doorknob, turning his head to look over his shoulder at you.Â
âWhat? Whatâs funny? You think this is funny?!â It was a mixture of anger, jealousy and sadness that had his voice rising in pitch and volume as he stared at you, but your laughter only got louder as your head fell back, and then you slowly walked over to him, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from the door. âSeriously, Y/N. I know itâs Felix. Iâm gonna⌠Fuck! This isnât funny! He knows how I feel about you⌠I canât believe heâd do some shit like this⌠Iâm fucking-â Before he could finish his sentence, your lips were on his, and he was shocked to say the least.Â
When you pulled back, it was like his head was spinning, but in a good way. His cheeks were burning and he knew that you could probably see the blush forming under his skin. âLooks like youâre the one that gets easily jealous⌠Itâs cute⌠You get so angry, like a bear or somethinâ... Gonna start calling you boo boo bear now.â You were teasing him⌠But that meant it was all a joke⌠You didnât like Felix⌠You still liked him.Â
He let out a little growl, playful as he gripped onto your hips and backed you up against the nearest wall, your eyes sparkling in the light that hung on the ceiling as you looked up at him, your cheeks pulling up in a cheeky smile. âYouâre a smartass⌠Youâre lucky I love you, ya know that? Now tell me you love me too, come on. I came all the way over here, was pranked viciously by the girl I love⌠I deserve to be told that Iâm loved.â He pouted at you, a look that he reserved solely for you, but you gave him a quick peck before wiggling out of his hold and running to the other side of the room, your giggling contagious as he chased after you. âJust tell me you love me! Come on!âÂ
âYou have to catch me first!â You squealed, dodging him every time he got close to you, but he knew that youâd run out of breath soon, and he was just waiting for his chance to pounce. He continued to chase you though, loving the sound of your fits of laughter in between heavy breaths. Then your movement got slower, and you dropped down onto the couch, your hands held up in front of you. âTime out real quick!â You were breathless, strands of hair clinging to your sweat beaded forehead, but he didnât follow your rules, and he pounced on you, pinning you down onto the couch, hovering just a few inches above you.Â
Silence hung in the air, the only sound was that of his racing heart in his own ears and your panting from beneath him. It had his mind wandering, but he needed to stay focused, he needed to hear you say it. âI wonâŚâ He could barely get his voice above a whisper, his throat dry from exerting so much energy. âDo I get my reward now?âÂ
Your hands moved up to brush the hair out of his face, lifting yourself up just slightly to press a kiss to his lips, it had more meaning behind it though, it was deeper, it lasted longer, and he melted into it, his own lips moving against yours in perfect synch. Once your head fell back against the pillows, you looked almost drunk, your eyes slightly hazy, your pupils dilated as you looked up at him. âI love you, Seungmin⌠So muchâŚâ You murmured, and at those words he finally let himself collapse, his head resting against your chest, listening to the thrum of your heartbeat as your fingers pet through his hair. âNow youâre my boyfriend boo boo, right?âÂ
âMmhm⌠and youâre my girlfriend⌠g-... my girlfriend goo goo? No? Give me some time. Either way, youâre mine.âÂ
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illicit affairs - part two | r.c
summary:
"Speaking of, why donât you stay over tonight? Itâs late, and I donât want you walking home by yourself.â
âYouâre not gonna drive me?â You asked with a pout and he rolled his eyes.
âIâm too tired, donât make me. Just stay over.â
âWhat? And leave in the morning like Iâm one of your hook ups? Please.â
OR; Rafe makes an outrageous suggestion and you? You give in.
pairing: rafe cameron x reader
warnings: mention of drugs, talk about sex (nothing graphic yet) but the later parts will have smut, so 18+ MDNI!
word count: 2k
author's note: pt. two out so soon?? there's gotta be smth fishy going on đ¤we finally get into the PLOT! i hope you enjoy my lovelies, don't forget to leave a comment/like/reblog or share your thoughts with me in the inbox.
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pt. two: "it's born from just one single glance"
A week after the party, it was the first Friday in a while where the four of you didnât go to a party. After spending a day out of the sea to test out Topperâs new boat, you got picked up some pizza and settled down in Rafeâs living room, where you were still in the same spot several hours later. The empty pizza cartons were stacked on the floor and the four of you strewn out on the couch and various seats.
âYou want another drink?â
Rafe was waving his empty glass in front of you, a lonely ice cube clinking in it, an expected eyebrow raised.
You squinted at him, nodding. âCan you get me a coke please?â
âSure.â
Kelce perked up in his seat at the prospect of another drink. âHey, can you get me another beer?â
âNo,â Rafe answered, without even looking back as he left for the kitchen. âYou know where the fridge is.â
âWhat?â Kelce muttered with a frown, looking over to you as he slumped back down. âYou know where the fridge is, why is he getting you a coke?â
You only shrugged with a grin, making yourself comfortable on the couch now that you had more space, while Topper clapped Kelce on the back in consolation.
âCome on man, you know sheâs his favorite.â
âHey!â
Grabbing a pillow from the couch, you shucked it at Topper, making him yelp when it hit him square in the face.
âDonât talk about me like Iâm not right next to you,â you scowled. âAnd Iâm not Rafeâs favorite.â
âYouâre a clown if you actually believe that.â
âFuck you, youâre a clown.â
Topper tossed the pillow back at you, narrowly missing your head by an inch and the pillow fell to the floor behind the couch, landing just in front of Rafeâs feet as he returned.
âI was gone for five minutes, what are you guys fighting about now?â
âPrecious over here thinks sheâs not your favorite.â
You glowered at the other two boys, while Rafe settled back on the couch next to you, pressing a can of coke into your hands. He took a sip of his drink, eyeing you briefly and shrugged, pursing his lips in agreement.
âNah, youâre definitely my favorite.â
You stuck your tongue out at Topper when he gave you a knowing look, instead focusing on opening your coke. âWhatever. It doesnât mean anything, you two shitheads donât make it hard for me to be anyoneâs favorite.â
âThe fuck is that supposed to mean?â Kelce grunted with a frown and you raised a brow at him.
âYou literally had sex in Rafeâs bed last year,â you said, before turning your attention to Topper. âAnd youâre still obsessed with Sarah.â
Rafe let out a noise, making clear that he was fully agreeing with you. âWhat she said.â
Topper, while satisfied he had proven his point, still rolled his eyes and Kelce crossed his arms, annoyed.
âI hate it when they team up like this.â
âShut up and get your beer.â
The next couple of hours passed easily, just as it always did when the four of you came together to talk shit. While you did enjoy going to parties every now and then, you really appreciated just hanging out with your friends and talking about everything and nothing in the safety of the four walls of Rafeâs home.
Only you and your boys. Just the way you liked it.
âAlright, I think itâs time for me to go,â Topper said, breaking up the group with a yawn, shaking his head to stay awake as he sat up. âIâm beat.â
âCan you give me a ride?â Kelce asked, standing up and Topper nodded, turning to you.
âDo you need me to drop you off too?â
You stretched your arms, legs long draped over Rafeâs lap as you laid lengthwise on the couch. It was nearing one am and you really should make your way home, but you were far too comfortable to move, having spent most of the day in the sun, which was catching up to you now.
âI think I might stay for a while longer, thanks though.â
Topper clicked his tongue, ruffling your hair, messing it up for good measure as he and Kelce said their good byes, their voices getting quieter as they strolled to the front, the door shutting in its hinges. It wasnât long after until you could heard Topperâs truck start, and then pull off the estate grounds.
Finally, it was quiet enough for you to hear the music, which was drowned out by Kelceâs constant yapping. You loved him but he was such a chatter box when he drank beer.
âIsnât Sarah coming home tonight?â you asked into the sudden quietness, combing through your hair with your fingers, trying to get rid of the knots that have formed since youâd laid on the couch for the whole night. The estate had been quiet apart from the four of you causing raucous in the living room.
âPlease,â Rafe scoffed. âSheâs staying with John B more nights than not, Iâm this close to kicking her out for real.â
âOh come on,â you laughed, leaning up to shove his arm a little. âSheâs in love. Leave her alone. And donât act like you donât enjoy being the man of the house and having it all to yourself.â
Rafe grinned to himself, shrugging his shoulders a bit like you werenât absolutely right. Like you said, you knew him. âEh. Maybe. House tends to get a little quiet sometimes... Speaking of, why donât you stay over tonight? Itâs late, and I donât want you walking home by yourself.â
âYouâre not gonna drive me?â You asked with a pout and he rolled his eyes.
âIâm too tired, donât make me. Just stay over.â
âWhat? And leave in the morning like Iâm one of your hook ups? Please.â
âGive me a break,â Rafe huffed. âYou know damn well youâre not one of my hook ups. They donât get to stay till the morning,â he paused, turning his head to look at you inquisitively, and you knew that look all too well. He was about to be nosy. âWhat about yours, anyways?â
âMy what?â
âYour hook ups, precious. Havenât seen anyone around since Jack.â
You shrugged. âCuz there wasnât anyone else since Jack, you know that. And he wasnât a hook up, he was my boyfriend.â
He was quiet, but you could basically hear the gears in his head turning. âI know youâre not into hook ups and shit, but donât you need to get off sometimes?â
âAnd risk hooking up with weirdos like Moany? No thank you. I donât need anyone else to get off.â
Rafe rolled his eyes. âI know, jesus. Iâm just saying⌠Sex by yourself isnât as good as sex with another person. If you know what they like. Not everyone has freaky requests like Monique. And if youâre compatible, you know the sex can be insane.â
You eyed him suspiciously, not sure if you liked which direction this was going. He wasnât about to suggest the two of you having sexâŚ. Right? Because that would be just crazy.
â⌠jusâ getting sick of having to get to know a new girl every time, âs exhausting.â
âYou know you can have sex with a person more than once right?â
Rafe scoffed, leaning his hands behind his head. âYeah, but then they start getting comfortable. I donât need that right now.â
You waved your hands around, trying to stop Rafeâs train of thought before it could get any further.
âRafe, stop beating around the bush. The fuck are you on right now?â
He swirled his drink around, downing the last of it before shoving the glass on the table, looking at you.
âWhat if⌠We fucked?â
âWhat?â you stared at him incredulously, like he had just grown a second head.
âI mean, not relationship wise. Casual. Friends with benefits.â
âFriends with benefits,â you echoed, dryly. âAre you insane?â
Rafe scoffed, shaking his head at you, not bothering with a reply. You thought that was the end of it, trying to calm your heart down, as it was nearly jumping out of your throat, when you felt Rafeâs hand splaying across your bare legs. His fingers brushed your inner thigh, making you tense and you glared up at him.
âSeriously Rafe?â
âSeriously Rafe?â Rafe mocked you, reaching out to tuck your hair behind your ear, the other hand starting to trace circles into the skin of your thigh, like it was the most normal thing for him to do. âWe both know that if you didnât want me touching you, youâd have kicked me half ways across the room already.â
You wanted to protest, but your words died halfway down your tongue, knowing it was no use with the way Rafe was looking at you. Also, he was a 100% right. Turning away, you stared at the ceiling, trying to ignore how his finger tips left your skin tingling, thinking of the most random things to calm yourself down.
There was no use of lying to yourself, a part of you wanted to say yes.
You knew Rafe didnât do relationships, has never had a girlfriend in all the years youâd been friends. What if being friends with benefits was the closest thing you could be for Rafe? Not only his best friend, but a step further? What if this was all you could get with him?
âThis is a bad idea.â
âWhy?â
âYouâre my best friend.â
âExactly. Youâre my best friend, I donât have to tell you anything because you know exactly what I like and what I donât.â
âNot when it comes to sex!â
âOkay okay, calm down, I was just making a suggestion.â
Rafe trailed off, dropping the topic, his fucking hand still on your thigh. He wasnât looking at you, but you could tell that he was biting back a grin, and you hated to think that you were going to give in.
âWeâre not telling anyone, you hear me? Not a single soul. Especially not Top and Kelce, they would never let us live this down.â
He turned his head, the corner of his mouth ticking up knowingly. He was your best friend after all, he knew what to say to convince you of his argument. âThose two knuckleheads donât need to know everything we do,â Rafe said as he leaned in, but you stopped him halfway, your hand on his chest.
âIf this affects our friendship in any way, or orâŚ. If it gets awkward or someone⌠Just, we stop, okay? No lying to get your dick wet.â
âHave I ever lied to you, precious?â
âUh, yes. Remember when you, Top and Kelce snuck into my gard- oomph.â
Your sentence was cut short when Rafe pressed his lips against you in a soft kiss, his hand cupping the back of the neck. He pulled away, his breath hot on your face. Your lips parted a bit, shock coursing through your veins. You had wondered how it would feel to kiss Rafe for so long, and you had to admit, that the real deal was so much better than anything you couldâve imagined.
âYou talk too much,â he mumbled against your lips and you rolled your eyes, brought out of your haze. This was still Rafe. Your best friend.
âShut up.â
Fisting his shirt, you pulled him closer to you, lips hot as they interlocked. He leaned forward, both of his knees bracketing your waist, one hand moving from the back of your neck to the front, so he could cup your face. Suddenly, you were surrounded by him and if you werenât so distracted by Rafeâs tongue slipping into your mouth, youâd be freaking out right now. This felt like a fever dream; your hands moving automatically down his torso, sneaking under his shirt, nails grazing his chiseled abs and when Rafe let out a honest to god whimper, you knew you were done for.
There was no going on back.
⌠. ăâş ă . ⌠. ăâş ă . âŚ
author's note: am i sorry about the cliffhanger? ask me laterđ
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forgive the inaccuracies, idk much about babies <3 ooc/rushed :)
simon w his baby but she has a preference for one parent and it's not him
simon finally coming back to his safe place, his sanctuary, his home, all but eager to spend some needed time with his family. be had been off to a mission, the last one for a while to make sure that everything was okay. he had already been incredibly reluctant to leave you but now that you both had a baby, it was hard. not a second was spent on the field where images of the pair of you blazed through his mind, almost nearly costing his arm and leg in the process of being too distracted. it had been hell to say the least
but the day finally came, there he was finally on his way back after an intense gruelling month. simon saw you first, bundling you up close in his built arms enjoying your little chuckles that fell from your lips. removing his balaclava as he peppers tender kisses across your cheeks before your lips, his soft smile growing at how happy he was to be back. before he set you back down, eyes scouring about for his bundle of pure joy
"where is she, lovie?? i missed her so much, i got her a little trinket from the place we were deployed in, hope she likes it" he chuckled softly, opening one of his pockets to reveal the gift as he catches his baby on the carpet playing with toys babbling away. his heart was practically bursting at its seams, shedding away his utility vest and his gear to make sure nothing could hurt her before he gently padded his way over. he had different ways the evening would pan out but he hadn't expected this.
he didn't ever expect to be met with a blank stare in return
his heart dropped when he picked his little girl up, she was too busy playing with her favourite toys to even react to him. he hadn't anticipated her looking at him like a stranger. he could've cried with the way she wriggled out of his grasp and wanting to be let down as if he was some enemy. as if instead of being the protector he was now the very thing he swore to keep away from his child, a stranger.
his face like a kicked puppy when he looked at you with pure shock and pain, looking back at the baby who was eagerly crawling back to you having wanting nothing to do with him despite him trying to come closer. you could see all the happiness he previously had practically disappeared from his body, his shoulders deflating with sadness and pain
she couldn't recognise him, she was no longer a daddy's girl
"honey.... sweetheart, it's me, dad. daddy's here. c'mon, c'mere munchkin" he tried to chuckle, kneeling down opening his muscular arms only for her to blink at him and then look back at her toys again
"lovie.... what's going on?" his voice is so soft with hurt and shock looking back to you with huge shining eyes as if he had encountered the worst loss till date. suddenly the mission he had just been on was nothing, the weight of his child preferring you over him was crushing his heart into pieces he didn't think he would come back from. how he'd do any mission 10x over if it meant his child, his treasure would love him again
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and it remained that way for the next week, he tried his utmost best but it never seemed to be good enough for her. you tried to console him but he remained dejected, she was always wanting to run back to you. to be comforted by you and to be held by you. every time he tried to tuck her in, his efforts simply proved fruitless. she would cry and cry until you came back in and he watched from the side never feeling like he had failed so hard before in his life.
it hurt more than any of the superficial wounds he ever managed to get in battle, it hurt more than him being on his literal deathbed all those times he was caught in the cross fire. and it only propelled him further into despair when he made the mistake of googling it and realising that this phase may very well last years.
you could see him break with everyday, doubting himself as a father and as a husband. blaming himself and letting the doubt plague his heart and mind. it seemed nothing could comfort him apart from his baby that wanted nothing to do with him. he hadn't managed to hug her at all, he missed being able to snuggle her soft skin for hours. lounging around the home with her cuddled up in one arm as the other gently rubbed on the back of her head soothingly holding her close to his heart. and the thought of never being able to cuddle her without the cries that accompanied it was more than he could bear, it hurt more than anything he had gone through
that was until one night, he was tiredly going to the bathroom and pausing over the nursery. he hadn't meant to but he peeked in and saw her laying in her crib half asleep. her eyes big and brown exactly like his, blinking up slowly at the lieutenant. she was quiet apart from the small sounds she made sucking on the pacifier, a soft bunny in her hand as she peeked back at her father.
"hey baby...." he whispered so softly, he didn't even think she had heard. but her head tilted in curiosity and he chuckled, his hands coming to rest on the walls of the crib. desperately aching to feel her soft skin but too nervous to agitate her
"it's me honey, your dad. i really.... really miss you" he broke off, his heart feeling so heavy as the guilt came barreling in once more. it was his fault that he left her for a month, he shouldn't have been so surprised when he came back and preferred you. you had been there when he couldn't, she developed an attachment with you, not with him
"i'm so sorry to have left you for a month, honey. if i had known- if i thought for a second you'd hate me-" he didn't have the heart to finish the words, the guilt overriding his senses. with a soft sigh, his forehead leaned against his palm for a moment. his own baby didn't like him, he hadn't felt this low in a long time.
he promised he would never raise her in a volatile environment like he had grown up but already he hadn't been any better. he left her knowing for a month, coming back to see her favouring you. and it wasn't easy on both of you, he knew that. he knew he was being irrational but it stung more than any cut, the fact that if he hadn't made the choice to go on the mission that his baby wouldn't be acting so strangely around him.
simon didn't expect anything more tonight, too scared to touch her in case she started crying so he settled for placing the blanket back over her and heading off to bed with a heavy heart. what he didn't expect was the small coo coming from her lips, her tiny fist wrapping up over his index finger. his heart was in his throat, eyes wide at the sight as he looked back to her sweet innocent face again
"me?? you want me?" his voice was so gentle, too scared to speak loud as if this was all a beautiful dream he would wake up from. hesitantly he had reached down, his breath held as his large hands wrapped around his baby so delicately as if she'd shatter beneath his fingertips. slowly sitting down on the rocking chair, the moonlight pouting through the window illuminating her features.
how everyone around claimed she was a carbon copy, how proud he was to call her his daughter. all the moments that they shared running through his mind like a montage and she tilted her small head up at him, a gentle giggle falling from her lips before she rested her weary head against his warm chest. he could've cried and he did, gently but firmly holding her body between his hands. thanking whatever goodness he had done in his life that she was back, his baby was back. and she loved him just like before. she recognised him, she wanted him willingly. it was enough to break him out of whatever funk he had been in, trying desperately not to sob happy tears after a long gruelling two weeks.
you woke up the next morning to see simon laying on the rocking chair, one hand protectively over her small back while the other locked around her little legs as they both slept peacefully. his cheek leaning against her forehead as they cuddled up close on the rocking chair, both making the exact same sleeping face causing you to hide your growing smile and snap a little picture of the tender moment.
she truly was his little mini.
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you can't spell lonesome without me * fem!driver
everyone and everything she's ever loved seems to be slipping away from her grasp and she doesn't know how to stop it
pairings: sebastian vettel x fem!driver, logan sargeant x fem!driver, mick schumacher x fem!driver, oscar piastri x fem!driver, liam lawson x fem!driver
notes: hi! matt and rocky angst comes after this so hehe gl with this guyz hope u enjoy it because it actually took 20 years of my life tryna write this LOL
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sebastian keeps telling her that itâs not her fault; to look at the bigger picture to get some perspective. but she doesnât quite understand why the bigger picture has to have liam in it â frankly, who cares if liamâs qualified 15th and she ended up behind him? thatâs not the point.
the point is she finds herself at another weekend where she couldnât deliver results.
she hasnât spoken much since she crawled out of her car after getting knocked out in the first round of qualifying. and she appreciates that matt hasnât forced anything out of her just yet.
sheâd stormed out of her garage and tried to get through all her interviews as gracefully as she could. but how could she ignore her results when, week after week, the questions and criticisms are the same?
itâs slowly getting harder and harder to keep her feet on the ground when things are slowly coming undone around her.
and she canât thank matt enough for letting her cancel their plans without another word. sheâd simply uttered that she just wanted to be locked away in their hotel room and he agreed without prodding too much.
she steps out of her racing home, taken aback by the 4 other bodies of her friends that are riddled by the porch, all on their phones. she tilts her head as she holds the door in her hands. âwhat are you guys doing here?â
logan is the first to look up, furrowed eyebrows and lips pursed in what she can only assume to be out of annoyance. âwhat do you mean? weâre heading out for ice cream tonight.â
she glances at matt next to her, whoâs already looking at her as he awaits her response. she sighs as she looks back at her friends. âiâm sorry, mate,â she apologises, shaking her head. she weaves herself out of mattâs grasp and takes a step forward. âiâm not feeling great tonight.â
âwhat?â oscar whines, lifting his head from his phone with a slight frown. âis it a fever? are you alright?â
âiâm alright.â she smiles very slightly, picking on her arm as she forces another lie to her lips. âwe can go tomorrow after the race, but just not tonight, i think. iâm sorry.â
liam furrows his eyebrows with a loud sigh. âis it because of qualifying?â he grins when she looks over at him. âif itâs any consolation, iâm not happy about it either, mate.â
she laughs softly. âyeah, it sucks.â
âi canât do tomorrow. my flightâs right after the race,â mick frowns with a sigh. âiâm meeting laila for a bit before the next race weekend.â
âoh,â logan hums, turning away from mick to look at her. âwe can go just us, right?â
âi canât either,â oscar hisses, his frown growing. âiâm flying back home for an event that lily has. she needs me there.â
âah,â she grins with a nod. she looks at logan. âwe donât have to get ice cream this weekend. itâs okay.â
logan raises an eyebrow. âyouâre sure?â
she nods. âiâm sure.â
âit feels like itâs been so difficult to get a grasp of you lately. have you gotten too famous for me?â
she turns around with her head tilted, lips puckered as she takes a sip out of the pepsi can in her arms. âoh, hi max!â
âhi!â max perks up at her smile. âiâve barely spoken to you since the second race. how are you?â
she sucks in a deep breath as she looks around the busy paddocks, people turning their heads at her and max, and some cowering away immediately when she catches their eye. she looks back at max with a frank smile. âgood.â
he lifts an eyebrow. âreally?â
she knows that talking to someone would probably ease her mind with all her thoughts. it might even calm her down to a certain degree.
and she almost does.
but she doesnât. instead, she says, âof course. i feel great, even.â
âwell,â max puts a hand on her shoulder, prompting her to snap her head up to look at him, âtake my advice, mate. donât be too hard on yourself.â
but the question still begs: how exactly does she not do that?
thereâs a slight scowl on her face as she looks up at the podium. her arms are folded over her chest as the australian national anthem blasts from the speakers.
her best friends have made it on the podium this season â without her. while itâs not totally unheard of that she misses out on the share of glory, itâs never usually her on the receiving end of this torment.
at least not as of late.
to oscarâs left is logan clad in blue, and to his right is mick in the mercedes suit. itâs almost annoying.
thereâs an itch in her brain and a smidge of resentment starting to grow in her chest. itâs wrong to feel this way â she knows it is â because these are her friends achieving big things in their sport. but is it so wrong that sheâs starting to feel a little jealous?
just a little bit. just a little. just a touch.
maybe if she sleeps this off and wakes up tomorrow, all remnants of resentment would somehow no longer exist.
she shouldnât feel this way, no. itâs not right. she forces a smile to her face, waving halfheartedly at oscar when he catches her eye. he pumps his fist into the air and waves his trophy in the air.
next to her is lily with her phone up, pictures and videos taken. and of course, ylonaâs next to her, waving excitedly at logan as she points at her phone to get him to pose for a picture.
she presses her lips together, annoyance growing in her gut as her airways start to close in on itself. itâs just so hard to breathe especially with everyone pressed up against her. sheâs still sweaty from the race, her hair is sticking against her forehead and her race suit starts to feel just slightly restricting.
she huffs softly, hooking a finger into the neckline of her fireproofs.
but everything feels like itâs burning.
âexcuse me,â she mutters, dropping her head low as she pushes herself through the crowd. she ignores the way lily and ylona call after her in confusion.
she heaves when she manages to rid herself of the crowd, hands on her knees as she struggles to catch her breath. she catches maxâs eye right by parc ferme, engaged in a conversation with charles.
she sees the way he perks up in concern at her but chooses to ignore it. she just picks herself up and heads to the media pen to do her interviews.
the feeling will eventually leave.
she looks around the ice cream parlour, slouched slightly with her hands pressed between the cushion of the seat and her thighs. in retrospect, it felt like coming out after media day would have been the ideal time to come out and indulge in ice cream.
but now that sheâs sat here, stuck between liam and mick in a booth, it seems that she has made a mistake.
âwhat are you having, rocky?â logan asks, tapping the table in front of her to catch her attention. ârocky road with extra marshmallows still? or do you feel like vanilla ice cream today?â
with the way her stomach has been churning recently, any form of chocolate makes her feel sick. she shakes her head. âmaybe just a lemon sorbet if they have that available.â
an audible gasp comes from either side of her. she throws her head back and looks between them. liam has the back of his hand pressed up against her forehead, mickâs tilted his head with furrowed eyebrows and loganâs staring down at her with parted lips.
âwhat are you guys doing?â she asks mellowly, swatting their hands away from her. âdonât touch me.â
âsorbet?â liam scowls, pointing a finger at her. âis everything okay? youâre like sorbetsâ number one hater.â
she raises her eyebrows and chews on the inside of her cheeks. âam i?â
âyes,â logan emphasises. âyou literally told me off one time for having sorbet during our ice cream dates. you and oscar wouldnât let me live it down for weeks!â
she blinks at him. âyou got a raspberry sorbet, so you had that coming.â
âno!â logan shrieks. âsorbet? really? whatâs wrong with you? is everything okay? you always say sorbets are inferior to ice cream.â
she nods hesitantly. she vaguely remembers the one time that sheâd gone on a drunk tangent about sorbet not being ice cream. to which she can say that she understands loganâs argument. âwell, iâm not really feeling ice cream today.â
mick hums, making her turn her head to look at him. âif itâs just this one time, i guess we can excuse the behaviour.â
she hears logan humming, eyes still narrowed down into a glare. âjust this one time, rocky. iâll give you a chance.â
âgreat, thanks. i was worried youâd bully me into having ice cream tonight.â
âkeep up the sarcasm and iâll actually force you.â
she flinches when she opens the door to her driverâs room, only to find it occupied. she blinks. âseriously, youâve got to stop taking advantage of seb.â
âwe missed you,â oscar grins, comfortably lying in her bean bag, tapping away on his phone. âand you werenât answering our texts in the group chat.â
she looks over at matt and points at her friends. âreally? you let them in?â
the green-eyed boy shrugs, lips pressed together. â4 versus 1 argument â remember that.â
thereâs nothing that she wanted all day but to come back to a peaceful and silent driverâs room. sheâd wanted to simply sit with matt in silence before she had to get up and drag her feet to a conference room and come up with diplomatic answers on the spot.
she just needed a couple of hours to herself to think and recuperate. to get herself in a better headspace after these past couple of races.
âwhere are we heading for ice cream tonight?â logan raises an eyebrow, not sparing her a look as he continues to tap away on his phone.
âice cream,â she mutters, trailing off as she blinks. âoh, my god.â
she shakes her head, her palm pressed against her forehead. amidst everything thatâs been in her head, sheâd completely forgotten to research an ice cream parlour for them to visit tonight.
oscar chuckles. âyouâve forgotten, havenât you?â
âyes,â she answers, somewhat apologetically. âiâm so sorry. and iâm busy today, i donât have the time. can either of you find a place?â
but thereâs a different answer that she hopes they would choose instead of the standard answer that theyâd give her.
she finds them wanting to say nevermind; that theyâll just not grab ice cream together.
to her dismay, thatâs not what mick says. âoo, can i choose?â
âgive it a while, kid.â
âi donât have a while!â she shrieks, looking around at her mobile car, cars passing her from the track. she can practically hear the comments and see the headlines once she steps out of the car when the race finishes. âtell them to fucking get it together! what the fuck is going on?â
sheâs looking around wide-eyed, desperate to meet anyoneâs eye for an explanation. the longer she stays parked in the pit, for what was supposed to be a pit stop, the less threshold she has to stay in the race.
âthis is absolutely insane, seb. i was in p5 before this shit show.â
ârocky,â he hears her sigh into her ears, âjust be patient.â
she dug her foot into the acceleration when the sign flipped to the bright green colour. adrenaline pumps through her veins as she convinces herself that her car will be good enough to put her back into a good spot.
that sheâs good enough to put herself in a position where sheâs no longer on the receiving end of harsh words this weekend.
above all else, she needs to prove to herself that she hasnât lost her touch as a driver.
âyouâre currently in p9.â
âwhat the hell happened during that pit?â she complains, the urge to roll her eyes growing stronger. âthat was so fucked up, seb! you know whatâ it isnât. itâs absolutely fucking unacceptable.â
âi know, rocky,â seb answers calmly, clearing his intonation to ensure that the young girl hears him. and actually listens because it doesnât seem like sheâs absorbing much of what he says. âweâll debrief later after the race, okay? just focus on making the most out of the weekend.â
she grunts. âfine, whatever.â
âice cream tonight?â logan pops up next to her, grinning when she lifts her head from her intense gaze on her shoe. âfound a spot?â
she sighs, blinking. âno. i forgot.â
logan takes a spot next to her on the couch, furrowing his eyebrows. âyou forgot again?â
âyeah,â she huffs as she looks away to avoid his gaze. âsorry.â
truth is that she didnât look for one on purpose. she just simply doesnât feel like heading out with them tonight.
she just waits for the time that oscar and logan will let her be. perhaps the stupid ice cream tradition needed to be abolished altogether. just seems like a waste of time.
âno worries,â logan grins, patting her head gently. âyouâve had a long couple of race weekends past you. iâll look for one, okay?â
she breathes out shakily, smiling halfheartedly. âokay, thank you.â
she finds herself dreading the ice cream date with her friends. she trails behind the group with small steps, watching her feet with every step as she formulates a way to escape her obligations.
she clears her throat and lifts her head. âum.â
âsheâs spoken,â oscar jokes, grabbing loganâs arms â previously hitting him â and turns back to grin at her. âthe curse must have been broken.â
âsomeone found the unmute button on the remote!â logan giggles, scrunching his nose. âwhatâs up, rocky?â
liam hums with a smile. âyour girlfriend remembered she has friends!â he looks over at matt and nods. âgood for her.â
âiâm like,â she trails off, biting down on her lip as she forces another lie out, âtotally not feeling great. iâm on my period and iâm kind of lightheaded. is it alright if i sit this one out?â
âaw, bub,â matt coos, shoving liam off of him, arms extended as he approaches her. he tilts his head and furrows his eyebrows. âyouâre on your period?â
she looks up at matt, wide-eyed as she slowly nods. âjust got it before we left my room.â
which is a lie.
âaw, does that mean mattâs not coming with us?â mick frowns, furrowing his eyebrows. âi havenât spent time with him forever, thatâs so unfair.â
she shakes her head, flashing mick a small grin. âno, it totally doesnât mean that. he can go with you guys â i just wanna head back to the hotel and take a nap, really. iâll be okay on my own.â
matt hums. âiâll go with you.â
âyou should go with them,â she laughs, grabbing his arm with a small nod. âiâll text you when iâm back, i promise. iâll be okay â i just need to take a nap, i reckon.â
logan furrows his eyebrows and his smile drops at her insistence. âi can walk you back to the hotel if you want.â
she shakes her head. âiâll be okay. you guys have fun, okay?â
she kneels on her beanbag, lips pressed together as she looks out of the tiny window of her driverâs room. right by the porch of her racing home are her friends gathered, laughing and having a good time as they awaited her arrival.
âbub,â matt sighs. âare you sure you donât wanna come with us?â
she turns around with a small smile, scrunching her nose. âiâll be okay, bub. iâm just not really feeling like heading to the club tonight.â
he walks over to her, slumping his shoulders as she leans into his body for a hug. âat least let me stay with you? i donât like you being alone when iâm around. iâm sure we can come up with some silly excuse that they wonât giggle at like 12-year-olds.â
âyou have to go,â she hums, pulling her head back to look up at him, âitâs loganâs race win â just go in my place, please? tell him iâm really sorry i canât be there.â
he hums, cupping her cheek. she leans into his touch with a soft sigh and her eyes fluttering close. âyou should tell him that yourself. you owe him that much; heâs your best friend.â
she shakes her head, her hand coming up to rest above the hand thatâs on her face. âi canât,â she chokes, tears filling her eyes, âyou know how i feel about this. just do this one for me, bub.â
âfine,â he sighs, hunching over to press his lips to her forehead. âbut you canât keep avoiding logan and oscar and throwing me out there to face them. they miss you, you know?â
she can hear loganâs laugh in the air mixed with ylonaâs. she grins slightly, âiâm sure theyâve got better things to care about other than me.â
âdonât even say that,â he pulls away, âtext me when you get back to the hotel, okay? i love you.â
she scratches the back of her head roughly, nails digging into her scalp as she holds her helmet in her hands.
she mutters under her breath as she tears everything off from her body: her balaclava, her gloves, the earpiece. everythingâs not right, everythingâs not going her way and thatâs unfair.
nobodyâs worked as hard as she has to be where she is right now is all that goes in her head. itâs unfair that sheâs getting the brunt of the criticism when it came to andrettiâs performance on the grid this year.
she doesnât see liam getting decimated by the masses, and she clearly doesnât see it on sebastian or her team principal or mechanics for not producing a car to get results in a weekend.
sheâs qualified at the very back of the grid this time â p19. just imagine what everyone will have to say; what everyone will zoom into just to have something to say about her driving.
itâs always her skills, never the fact that the car is simply shit.
ârocky,â she hears sebastian sigh behind her. âletâs talk.â
she shakes her head, clenching her jaw as she heads towards the exit of her garage. she doesnât bother turning around to look at him. âjust fuck off.â
the one thing she wishes to stop coming by is sebastianâs excuses for the team. itâs the same thing over and over again. itâs unfair that sheâs the one getting fucked over by the media.
itâs not fair.
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miami heat | lando norris
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a/n: this is SO late but it took me forever to move past the writers block of a text only fic </3 still thinking about lando's race win...
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You and Lando had been inevitable. Your dad was a long time racing fan, often attending karting events around the country and dragging you along. As time passed, you learned to love it too, often waiting for your dad at the door when he got back from work so the two of you could quickly throw some clothes into an overnight bag and travel off to whichever race track youâd be camping in that weekend.
It helped that your cousin was a kart racer, both you and your dad using him as an excuse for attending so many races. Your mum would sigh, pull out the premade lunches from the fridge and stuff them into a small blue cooler before seeing the two of you off at the door.Â
When your cousin got the call up to F4, youâd been overjoyed for him. Being able to watch his dreams come true filled you with so much pride. It also gave you and your dad another excuse to attend more F4 races, now offering to pick your cousin up and take him from race track to race track every weekend as well as your dad offering to be his race engineer, using his background as a mechanic to work on the carâs engine. Your aunt and uncle agreed happily, knowing how much the two of you enjoyed watching your cousin race.Â
The first live F4 race felt electrifying. You werenât used to seeing actual cars racing in person, only ever watching the Formula 1 races on the small portable TV your dad had invested in during the first year of your kart watching adventures. You and your cousin would always cheer for your favourite racers, him still sweaty and suited up from his own race but pumped up on adrenaline.Â
You watched as he fist bumped other drivers after the race, coming a respectable 4th in his first ever F4 race. This part was your least favourite, having to wait for your cousin to talk to all these sweaty teenage boys was not your idea of fun. Spread out comfortably on the moon chairs your dad had bought for the races, you opened your 3DS to play Pokemon Sun. Too enveloped in the battle between your Incineroar and the NPCâs Crabominable, you missed the sound of someone dropping into the chair next to you.Â
âWhat level is he?â
You jumped at the sound, looking up quickly to lock eyes with a random boy.Â
He was obviously a racer, still suited up. Using one hand to push back sweat soaked curly hair, he curiously eyed your 3DS before looking back up at you.Â
âSheâs level 57. I need to beat this Crabominable to make her 58 so she can learn Flare Blitz.â
He hummed, a soft smile spread across his face as he flits his eyes over you. You took note of your appearance, hair pulled back into two braids to keep it out of your face in the windy English weather, your dads bomber jacket engulfing your figure as you fought the cold.Â
âFemale Incineroar, rare.â He sounded impressed. âDonât let me stop you.â Gesturing to the console in your hands, he leant back and focused on your hands.Â
Unsure of how to respond, you looked back down at your game. The Crabominable had about half HP but this was a nasty NPC, whipping out potion after potion to heal the Pokemon. You and the unnamed boy sat side by side as you chipped away, bit by bit, at the Crabominableâs HP until the victory message appeared on your screen. A mere 2000 pokedollars given for your troubles.
You watched as your Incineroar, lovingly nicknamed Kitty from when you started the game, levelled up to 58 and finally, she could learn Flame Blitz.Â
Saving the game and shutting down the console, you looked back at the boy beside you. He smiled back in response.Â
âSo⌠no offence, but who are you?â The second the sentence left your lips, you wanted to smack the 3DS into your face, tone not unkind but wary. You could only hope he wouldnât take offence to the question.Â
âOh, sorry!â He reaches across to offer you his hand. You shake it gingerly, his hand warm in your wind chilled one.Â
âIâm Lando. Lando Norris. Soon to be F4 champion if all goes well. And you are?â
He was still smiling, the curve unnerving you a little. âY/N. My cousinâs just joined F4, heâs over there.â Reaching out, you pointed towards the boy in question who was high fiving another racer, the two of them laughing loudly over the sound of car engines.Â
âOh, Y/C/N? Heâs cool. I met his dad earlier.â
You glanced over at the man mentioned, head bowed as he conversed with the other adults about race tactics and the boysâ performances. âThatâs my dad, his uncle. Heâs a mechanic so it made sense that he would be Y/C/Nâs race engineer.â
âWhat about you? Are you a big karting fan?âÂ
From the sound of his voice, you could tell he was facing you. Too nervous to look into his eyes again, you focused on your dad, watching as he pulled your cousin aside to talk about the race. âI am. Me and my dad have been going to karting events most weekends for years.âÂ
His eyes burned into the side of your face, gaze unwavering. âHow about Formula 1? Thatâs my dream, I want to race against Lewis Hamilton and one day beat him.â
The mention of your favourite driver dragged your attention back to the boy beside you. You smiled softly, pulling your iPhone 6 out of your pocket to show him the 44 sticker on the back of the case. âI love Formula 1. Me and Y/C/N are gonna watch the race in the van while my dad makes some adjustments to the car. Do youâŚâ You hesitated for a moment.
Were you really going to invite a boy youâd just met to come sit with you and your cousin to watch a race? It was harmless, the three of you would fit in the back seats, but you werenât sure if Y/C/N would want him to join.Â
Lando beat you to it. âAw, I would ask to join but me and my dad have to get back home as soon as possible, itâs my sister's birthday this weekend!â Pulling his own phone out of his pocket, he showed you his lockscreen, a picture of him and who you guessed was his family.Â
You nod, turning your own phone in circles in your hands. âHappy birthday to your sister.âÂ
He grins, the smile seemingly permanently etched on his face. âThanks, Y/N!âÂ
You hear a man call for him, presumably his dad. Lando sighed as he nodded towards the man, turning back towards you. âGotta run! Could I maybe get your number? I think weâre going to be good friends.â
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He was right. The two of you would text every moment you could. In between classes, before and after dinner, even facetiming until the early hours of the morning on weekends.Â
Every weekend, youâd pull up to the race track and there Lando would be, permanent wide smile and open arms as you hugged briefly. Before each race, heâd run over to you, head bowed so you could knock on his helmet. You werenât sure when the tradition had started but ever since it began, it was cemented in his pre-race routine.Â
After every race, it would go one of two ways. If it was a good race, heâd run over and hug you, spinning you round as you laughed brightly at him. If it was a not so good race, youâd be the one to approach him, the two of you sitting on the lip of his dadâs van in comfortable silence as you let him work through his emotions in his own time. Heâd soon come around, chatting to you about any and everything.Â
Before youâd leave, heâd pull you into another hug, swaying the two of you from side to side.Â
Of course, your cousin teased you. Singing silly childish songs, âY/N and Lando sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-Gâ. Youâd bat him across the head, willing the blush in your cheeks to go down.Â
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Since the two of you were now 16, whilst Lando had allowances for his GCSEâs, you still had to knuckle down and work hard. Hours were spent sitting at your desk, eyes scanning across textbook after textbook. It was only after Lando called you in tears after he struggled to understand the poems needed for his English exams and explained he had dyslexia that the two of you would facetime every night. Youâd read out the poems to him as he took it all in and made notes in a way that made sense to him. You told him about these coloured overlays that were meant to help people with dyslexia read, and youâd watch him cry as pink acetate covered the poems and he could finally, finally, understand. The two of you still facetimed every night, he claimed your voice helped him understand so much more.Â
Since you had to revise, you often had to forfeit your racing weekends. Youâd see your dad and cousin off at the door, much like your mum had done for years, and return to your room, wiping the tears that threatened to escape from your eyes.Â
The routine never changed though. Lando would call you before every race, telling you that you had to knock on the screen and heâd hold his helmet clad head to the camera. After every race, youâd either celebrate over the phone or sit in silence, watching him through the screen as he let himself digest what went wrong in the race.Â
Your last GCSE exam fell on a Friday, the freedom of your weekends returning. You didnât tell Lando, wanting to surprise him at the race track. As you sat in the back seat of your dadâs van, you kept up the pretence for Lando, texting him as if you had a normal weekend of revising ahead.Â
When the three of you pulled up to the race track, you ducked down so you werenât visible through the windows. Your dad got out of the car first, greeting Landoâs dad. The two of them had formed a good friendship through the race weekends, often sitting together to watch the boys go round the track. Next up was Y/C/N, jumping out the van and fist bumping a waiting Lando.Â
The two boys went to leave, already play fighting about who would win. It was only then that you snuck out the back seat, hands on your hips as you called out to the boys ahead.Â
âForgetting something?â
Landoâs head whipped around so fast, you feared heâd give himself whiplash. You barely had time to laugh at his dumbstruck expression before heâd launched himself at you, strong arms wrapped tight around your waist as he lifted you in the air.Â
He pressed his face deeply into your neck, the feel of his smile present against your skin.Â
Linking your arms around the back of his neck, you played with the unruly curls tickling your chin. âMissed me?â
He nodded, head still firmly placed between your neck and shoulder. The two of you stood there for a moment, enjoying each otherâs presence until your cousin piped up.Â
âWe do still have a race to get to.â Locking eyes with him, you could already tell he was going to tease you relentlessly when youâre back in the van.Â
Lando finally released you, hands still holding firm on the sides of your waist. Warm smile directed at you, eyes glistening a little with unshed tears.Â
Landoâs dad bumped his helmet against his shoulder, Lando taking it and pulling on his balaclava and the helmet. He bowed his head, allowing you to knock on it once. This time however, he knocked on your own head once, hand uncurling to cup the side of your face before he walks away to join your cousin.Â
In that moment, you knew you were in love with Lando Norris.Â
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The two of you stayed close throughout the years. You still attended as many races as possible, celebrating his wins and commiserating through his lows. Soon you were watching him in Formula 3, then Formula 2 and finally, after all his hard work, you stood in the paddock of Albert Park watching as Lando was flanked by engineers.Â
His debut Formula 1 race.Â
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The day you got the call that heâd been contracted by McLaren was one of the best days of your life. It took him 5 minutes to calm down enough to explain to you what had happened, the two of you sobbing violently over the phone as you realised his dream had come true.Â
As you collected yourself once youâd gotten off the phone, your mum had come upstairs with a packed lunch and a flask of fresh, warm coffee. Looking at her questioningly, she smiled softly at you.Â
âGo. You need to celebrate with him in person.â
You grabbed the box and flask from her hands, arms thrown wide around her. Packing a quick overnight bag, you jumped in your car, haring down the motorway to Landoâs parents house.Â
The look on his face when he opened the door made the possible speeding tickets worth it, eyes wide and glossy as they flit up and down your body. âYouâre here?â
You grinned at him, wide and unabashed. âIâm here.â
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The cycle continued. Every podium was met with you running into his arms when he was back in the garage and every DNF resulted in the two of you sitting in his driverâs room, your arms wrapped tight around him as the dream of a grand prix win slipped from his grasp again and again.Â
Today, something was different however. Lando had knocked on your door bright and early, inviting you down for breakfast with the team. He told you about a dream he had last night where he won the Miami Grand Prix, how the champagne shower had felt so real.Â
This unwavering optimism continued throughout the day. Him bouncing alongside you as you walked through the paddock, greeting the other drivers along your way. The optimism rubbed off on you, finding yourself pulling up old photos of Lando to save to a folder titled âRace Winâ.Â
When it came time to get in the car, you watched as his engineer secured the final straps before disappearing behind a screen to check the carâs stats. He looked up at you through the open visor, head soon bowing. Leaning down, you knocked once before dropping a quick kiss to the top of his helmet. Extra luck for the day.Â
The entire race had you on the edge of your seat. You cheered as Oscar led the grand prix, winced as Max hit the bollard and nearly sobbed your eyes out as Lando overtook to lead. Kevin pushing Logan off the track meant a safety car and Lando ended up fortunate to join at the back but one lap ahead. A pit stop and fresh tires and away he went. Each second he gained on Max left spikes in your heart rate until it reached the 7 second mark and the last 4 laps and you knew. Deep down in your soul, even if everyone was still on tenterhooks, you knew this was his time. His win.Â
The engineers ran to the fences, an army of papaya swarming the metal chain link as your eyes stayed glued to the camera. At the last second, you darted out to the fence, away from the chanting crowd so youâd have an unobstructed view of his win.Â
The chequered flag waved and Lando crossed the finish line, now a grand prix winner. You couldnât have stopped the tears even if you tried, knees buckling as you held onto the fence in front of you.Â
The noise around you was near deafening, engineers dog piling on one another, a few strays leaving the group to wrap you in tight hugs.Â
A hand landed on your shoulder, warm but soft pats pulling you from your stupor. Turning, you looked up at Zak, a fond smile on his face. âLetâs go see our boy.â
The two of you walked in near silence, Zak leaving his hand on your shoulder as he welcomed congratulations from other teams. The tears never stopped streaming down your face, vision swimming as you passed team after team.Â
The breath was knocked out of you as arms wrapped around your waist from behind and swung you around. Looking down, you spotted the rose tattoo on a left hand and laughed as Daniel dropped you back softly onto the ground. Spinning around, you threw yourself into his arms properly, the two of you rocking back and forth happily.Â
âHe did it!â Daniel shouted as you pulled away, hands on your shoulders to shake you gently.Â
âHe did it!â You responded, a fresh wave of tears escaping your eyes. Daniel laughed at your tears, wiping them away haphazardly before letting you run back to Zakâs side.Â
You watch as Lando ran towards his team, still fully suited up, launching himself into the air as the sea of papaya below caught him. The team held him aloft, jostling him through a mass of hands.Â
Once heâs back on solid ground, Zak approached him first, the two of them sharing a warm hug. The visor of his helmet is lifted and without even seeing his face, you know heâs smiling, eyes scrunched up in joy.Â
Those same eyes finally lock onto you, wide and sparkling. He runs at you as fast as he can, arms outstretched. You brace for impact, a laugh being pressed out of you as he crushes you in his arms. Your legs wrap around his waist as he lifts you up, warm eyes staring straight into yours.Â
Before you even know what youâre doing, your lips press against the front of his helmet, right where his own mouth would be beneath the carbon fibre, a universal sign in racing of a loverâs kiss.Â
Ignoring the roar of his team around you, you focus on Lando in front of you. His eyes crinkled under the force of his own happiness, shining bright even under the dark cover of the helmet. He lowers you down, arms wrapped firmly around your waist until your feet are planted safe on the floor.Â
You watch as he unclasps the straps under his chin and rips the helmet off, his neck support following in haste. His eyes are still locked onto yours, unshed tears gleaming along his lash line. Through the balaclava, you can see his smile, warm and golden in the Miami sun.Â
The balaclava comes off next and your heart stutters at the pure, unobstructed view of the man in front of you. Sweat clings to his upper lip, dripping down his thick neck, curls matted to his forehead under the American heat. Youâre drawn back to his eyes, green as a hidden forest, full of glimpses of golden hour through the branches. You loved how you could always tell how he felt through his eyes, forever abundant with emotion.Â
Hands wrap back around your waist, dragging you into him as he presses his lips unwaveringly against your own. Itâs a little gross, the feeling of sweat transferring to your own lips, the damp curls at the bottom of his neck where your hands come to lie but you wouldnât change it for the world. Itâs worth it to feel his smile against your own, the kiss more teeth than lips and you breathe in the way he laughs against your mouth, molten gold dripping from his lips to yours.Â
The two of you part slightly, cheeks aching at the way youâre still grinning. The kiss remains unspoken, Lando being dragged off by his team for interviews. You look at Zak who winks knowingly at you. This time, you let the blush rise, overtaking your cheeks and flushing down your neck.Â
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Waiting for Lando in his driver's room seemed to never end. It had been an hour since youâd finally kissed him and your lips still tingle with the feeling.Â
Your mind was a jumbled mess, thought after thought fighting to sit at the front of your mind. Tracing your finger across your lips, you allow yourself to remember that moment. To fall headfirst into how it felt to finally feel what it was like to kiss Lando.Â
The sound of the driverâs room door banging against the wall shakes you out of your stupor, twirling around to face a sheepish Lando.Â
âUm, sorry⌠I guess I was just eager to get back here.â He giggles softly, standing still in the threshold.Â
Smiling back at him, you gesture him inwards, scoffing at the absurdity of you inviting him into his own driverâs room. He stumbles in, shutting the door behind him. One hand reaches out to run over the scuff mark on the wall, grimacing as he traces the black mark.Â
He turns to face you, smile beaming as you stand two feet apart, eyes tracing over each other as you bask in the long awaited silence. You watch as his hand reaches out, the back of his fingers brushing against yours. The hand reaches around, clasping yours gently in his. You squeeze once, smiling shyly up at him.Â
âCan I tell you something?â His voice is quiet, almost shaky as he keeps his eyes trained on your conjoined hands.Â
You squeeze his hand again, humming your assent.Â
âI love you. Iâve loved you since we were 15 years old and I saw you sitting on those moon chairs. I remember my heart was beating so, so fast and I thought it was just post race adrenaline but when I remember your shy smile and the braids you had in your hair and my heart feels the exact same way. Itâs always been you.â
Even after the kiss, the admission makes your heart race wildly. He loves you. He loves you back. âWhy didnât you say anything?â
âI was scared. Scared that you wouldnât love me the same way I love you.â He tries to come off nonchalant, but the way his hand trembles in yours betrays his true emotions.Â
Rubbing your thumb over the back of his shaking hand, heart thumping erratically at both the situation and the sweetness of his nervous confession. âLan, I was literally a 15 year old racing nerd and you were a boy willingly talking to me. Why do you think I was a nervous mess when you spoke to me? I had the biggest crush on you.â
âHaving a crush and loving someone is different.â He leads you by your intertwined hands to the sofa, settling back into the corner as you sit close enough to keep your hands connected. âBack then, you knew me as Lando Norris, F4 driver, and then just Lando, your best friend who secretly stuffs his face with pizza and falls over his own feet more often than not.â He huffs out a laugh at the memory of the last time heâd tripped over thin air and fallen flat on his face when youâd gone to visit him in Monaco.Â
Avoiding eye contact, he keeps his eyes trained on the way your fingers interlock almost perfectly. âI was worried you wouldnât love me when we became close.âÂ
âYou idiot,â using your free hand, you smack him lightly on the arm, giggling at the fact the two of you had been mutually pining for years, âthat just made me love you more. Sure, I was 16 and the idea of dating a race car driver, even little Lando Norris,â his arm reaches out to return the smack, âwas a dream, but then I wanted to date just Lando, the man who gives me piggybacks from clubs when my feet hurt and bites my arm when Iâm not paying attention. I love you, just plain old Lando Norris.â
If you thought his smile when winning was bright, the one he shoots you now is almost overwhelming. Face pulled up so tight you wouldnât be surprised if he complained of an ache in his cheeks later, eyes crinkling deeply at the corners and shining a bright seafoam green.Â
Before you can return the grin, he reaches up and grabs the back of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss. The passion is the same but different, no longer adrenaline filled from a race win, but full of love and adoration and the secret he never thought heâd get the chance to say.Â
He pulls back just enough for a whisper of air to pass between the two of you, eyes warm and locked onto yours. âI love you. So much. Itâs me and you, plain old Lando and plain old Y/N.âÂ
You push him lightly, grinning playfully. âWho are you calling plain?â
He rectifies his mistake with another kiss, this one softer and slower, the two of you taking the time to appreciate that this moment had finally come. The kiss moves to the corner of your lips, across your cheek and down to the spot just below your ear.Â
A hand wraps around your waist, securing you to your spot. Pulling back slightly, you look down at the smiling man resting his head on your shoulder. âSo, I love you, and you love me. What next?â
âWe go celebrate this momentous occasion, and the race win, and then I take you out for our first proper date.â Tightening his hold on you, he moves his head to rest in the juncture between your neck and shoulder, dropping warm kisses to the skin beneath his mouth.Â
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a/n: 3 of my top 5 boys on the canada podium is so đđđŠˇđđđđđđđđđ also as an esteban ult, it's on site for alpine fr. ALSO GOTE pt 3 coming soon â¤ď¸
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wereshifter au pt 3, but things get dumber
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Eddie avoids the park on the next day, doesn't leave the house much at all, really, but he runs into the dog on his way out of a supermarket. He smiles involuntarily, reaching out to pet him.
"Hi, bud," he greets it, and they start the walk back to his van. But before he opens the passenger door to put the groceries there and let the dog hop in, he freezes. He looks down at his furry friend, staring at him so eagerly and with so much trust, and his heart breaks. But nevertheless, he drops his hand away from the door handle, and takes a step back.Â
"Listen, man," he says, then sighs before dropping to his knees to address the dog properly and look a little bit less insane while doing it. "This is stupid," he murmurs to himself, before continuing. "I can't take you with me, okay? No more house visits. I'd love to play with you at the park, or something, but you can't come with me anymore." The dog's ears drop, like he can understand everything. Eddie continues. "Turns out, one of my friends is allergic to dog fur, so I can't have you over." He reaches out, hoping the ear scratches will be enough consolation. "I know you have a family somewhere, you should go to them."
The dog huffs almost angrily at that, but seems too happy with Eddie's petting to leave. So he indulges them both with some more scratches before he stands up, hoisting the grocery bag along with him.
"See you around?" he asks, rounding the car towards the driver seat. His dog friend follows, but sits on the sidewalk to watch him enter the van. Eddie can almost sense the betrayal behind his stare. "I know, buddy, I'm sad too," he says, closing the door. They stare at each other for another second before Eddie turns on the engine and peels off.Â
After a week, he starts missing his little trips to the park, so he substitutes with reading a book on the porch. His free hand itches to scratch behind furry ears, so he gets some peanuts to keep it occupied instead.Â
He hangs out with the boys like he always does, and he spots the kids on his way there, playing with his dog friend. When he hops over to say hi, it stops in it tracks, eyeing him warily. Eddie is lowkey afraid of losing a finger but approaches the dog anyway to give him a friendly (but not overly so) scratch.
"Hi, bud. Having fun?" he asks, and the dog presses more into his hand. "Okay, okay," he chuckles, giving into the silent ask for pets. When he looks up, everyone's looking at them weirdly.
Yes, Eddie Munson likes dogs, fuck off.Â
He rolls his eyes and straightens up.Â
"Everyone good for Hellfire on Friday?"
Looks like he's found new friends already, and Eddie doesn't have to worry.Â
"Hello?"Â
"Steve! Hi!" Eddie perks up to the voice in his receiver. It feels like years since the last time he's heard Steve. "I've scrubbed the place, and myself, clean, and washed all my clothes twice."
He hears his friend snort on the other line.
"Congrats?" Steve offers, and Eddie can feel a dry smile pulling on his lips.Â
"Har, har, Harrington, I'm talking about your allergy. It should be safe to come over if you're still interested. Or, I could just..." He leans heavily on the wall, picking at his cuticles while he offers the less favorable option. "Home deliver you a few joints."
Sure, it would be nice to have a guy friend his age who went through the same horrors as him. But if said guy didn't feel the same, keeping a casual connection would be enough for Eddie. Maybe Steve had enough apocalypse-fighting friends of his own and didn't need one more, a loser super-super-senior trailer trash, too.Â
"No, dude, it's alright. I've just been busy, and kinda not feeling like myself, you know?"
Eddie wants to scream. He does know. Who else would know better, who else had his flesh eaten by demonic bats from a hell dimension?
"Uh-huh," is all he offers, though. He feels weirdly similar to that time in middle school when Cindy McGee said she didn't want to dance with him.Â
"I guess I just need some space?" Steve said uncertainly. "You're still invited to the end of summer pool party, of course."
Well, good to know that he could come to the party they've all promised each other as soon as both the Vecna thing and school year were over.Â
"Yeah, cool, quick question though." Eddie licks his lips, his anger rising. He bumps away from the wall, ready to strike and throw the phone down. "And be honest with me, because I hate liars. Are you avoiding me?"
There's silence on the other side.
"Eddie..."
"Steve," Eddie interrupts him. "I don't want bullshit. I want to know if I should fuck off. It will suck but I will take it. Just say you don't want to hang out with me. That's fine. Not the first or the last time it happened."
Steve sighs on the other end of the line.
"I do want to hang out," he says. "But I have a lot to think about and I need some space. Is that okay?"
Eddie is close to folding down, but not close enough not to add:Â
"Do you need space from everyone or just me?"
"Honestly? Everyone. But especially you."
That was such a stupid fucking answer Eddie had to bite his knuckle not to growl in frustration.Â
"Okay," he spat out, proud of himself for not yeling. "Don't tell me. Reach out whenever you feel ready." He's less proud of how he slams the phone on the cradles. He feels like shit as he looks at the machine for any damage he might have caused.Â
He has his answers, Steve confirmed he doesn't want to see him, and he told his dog off too. So aside from the younger members of the Party, he had only Nancy and Jonathan to talk to. Argyle too, if he was still in town. Robin was out of the question, because she would babble everything back to Steve immediately. And he wasn't ready to talk to parental figures like Joyce or Hopper yet.
Eddie takes a few calming breaths and dials another number from his list.Â
"Hello?"
"Hi, it's Eddie."
"Eddie!" Dustin's voice cheers up immediately and helps him brighten up as well. "What's up, how are you doing?"
"Eh, I'm managing." He shrugs. "Hey, do you think Steve is avoiding me?" he asks straight to the point.Â
Dustin groans.Â
"Yes!" he answers and Eddie's stomach sinks. "But he's been avoiding the rest of us too. And he's been weird for weeks now. But I promised I wouldn't tell anything." There's a frustrated groan on the other end followed by thuds, like someone was punching or kicking something close to the phone. "You have to ask him yourself. But I will grill him, and try coaxing it out of him. Give me a moment."
"No, Dustin-!" Eddie didn't want to make the situation ever more tense than it already was, but Dustin was already off with his own plan. He realizes far too late that he might not have been the best person to call.Â
He has half a mind to call Steve again with a warning but he doesn't want to worsen his position even further. It will be bad enough when he finds out Eddie sent Dustin after him. Maybe the best course of action is to let it play out with minimal input and whatever happens, happens. In the worst-case scenario, he still has his Corroded Coffin guys.
Eventually, he holes himself up in his room, waiting for the storm to pass.Â
see, and i forgot to tag, just like I said I would. Anyway: @noodle-shenaniganery @jaytriesstrangerthings @imaginary-maggie-waggie
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i saw ur spn works n i looooveeee them :3 if u dont mind.. could u write ab dean, sam, n cas with a reader whos touch averse but also touch starved? very very uncomfortable with touch from other people (to the point of feeling sick or a breakdown) but when it comes to them, reader loves their touch (has a hard time initiating it though) reader will only ever tolerate their touch, it makes them feel so comfortable <3
Touchy (SPN Pref!) đŠˇ
a/n: iâm back babies :3 hope you enjoy :)
warnings: nothing! very slight angst because of crying and struggle to explain feelings.
Dean:
it takes dean a minute to realize how special he is to you
over the years, he had seen you flinch and squirm away from others touches
heâd been there to comfort you after a particularly hard time, consoling you when you break down from the overwhelming touches of other people
so when you guys started dating, naturally he was cautious around you
he loves you more than anything, but his worst fear was upsetting you
at first, he almost never touched you
until one day when you stood next to him, he saw you reaching your hand near his and pulling away, practically shaking
he acts on impulse, taking your hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze
after that, he was the only one who was allowed to touch you
and if ANYONE ever stepped beyond your boundaries
dean would bury his fist in their face before their fingers could graze you
â
Sam:
Sam always tried to understand why you hated the touch of people but yet yearned for it
He always intimidated people if they touched you, threatening them if they chose to not listen to your social cues
He was always there for you
24/7/365 whenever you felt uncomfortable, he wanted you to tell him
which is why, he suspects, when you started going out, he touched you rarely
heâd graze your hand with his or rub food or makeup off of your face
but when you told him through tears how much you loved his touch, he realized
you needed it. you just didnât know how to say it.
so since then same always has contact with you when he is near you
whether it be an arm around your shoulders, his hand on your thigh, fingers interlocked, anything
heâd never let go
â
Castiel:
my baby :(
he always was so concerned about your feelings
he never wants anything to upset you
he especially never wanted to upset you
he always asks about your boundaries, why you donât like people touching you, what he could do to help, etc
the one time that he witnessed you break down, he was the most concerned he had ever been.
heaven couldnât prepare him for the love he felt for you
When a nasty hunt happened, castiel was scared seeing the blood seep from your clothes
you stumble to the bed, shaking and crying from the pain in your abdomen
cas rests his hands on your stomach, whispering some consoling words and âiâm sorryââs for touching you
but he was surprised when you didnât say anything, just grabbing his hand after he had healed you
âare you alright?â he asks, but then realizes
you just want his touch
only his
and Castiel smiles the biggest youâd ever seen and keeps a gentle hand on your stomach.
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The Bonds That Break Us (Rhysand x Female! Reader) Part 1
Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Final Part
Request: "Would you do a Rhysand x fem!reader series? Maybe fem!reader is Rhysand's mate and Tamlin's sister? So secret love?"
AN: I just got this request and I absolutely LOVE it. I have no idea how many parts it will be because it's really parking my imagination. Please feel free to leave a comment! Hearing your guy's feedback is what motivates me to write!
Summary: It was almost as if the cauldron liked to play games, as if it had sensed years of boredom and predictability and begged to be entertained. Its method of absolving its melancholy? Mate the High Lord of the Night Court to the younger sister of the High Lord of Spring.Â
Warnings (so far): SA
Word count: 2765
(all photos are from pinterest)
It was like being born, even though I was the ripe age of 435. Well, ripe in the years of fae. It felt like being born, in the sense that I canât really remember what came before that passing shade of violet. The way his eyes bore into me, and in that moment I knew he felt the tug too.Â
Mates.Â
I reeled for days, the peonies of spring my only console, my brother had always been so absent minded and utterly consumed with being High Lord. How could the cauldron be so cruel? To mate me to the High Lord of the Night. I spent the next week thinking it had to be a mistake, that my bored mind was playing tricks on me. Yet when the council met the week following, his eyes found me immediately, and I think in that moment I saw him for the very first time.Â
I didnât dare approach him, far too shy and afraid to approach the Lord of Night. Not just because of what he was, but because of what my brother would say. By basic necessity Tamilin was a good brother, he doted upon me, kept me safe, gave me free roam of the palace. But there was a darkness about him I couldnât place. It started when he disappeared with our father one night only to come back with two sets of Illyrian wings. I knew whatever happened was wrong, but as a woman in the spring court, I knew better than to open my mouth. Needless to say, Tamlin became High Lord of Spring shortly after, and from the wings mounted on our family walls I knew we had but one enemy, the night court.Â
It wasnât until the third council meeting (the third I was allowed to attend, after I begged my brother to let me go) that the High Lord of Night finally sought me out.Â
My brother was busying himself with the politics of Day and Summer, talking the heads off of Helion and Tarquin. I kept to the shadows naturally, avoiding any untoward advances from other High Lords. I tried to stay hidden in my pocket of introvertedness, but then I felt him, and my skin buzzed, like it needed to be touched, to be held.
âYou felt it too right?â he purred into the shell of my ear causing the buzzing of my skin to become electric. Â
âI did,â I admit pathetically.Â
âAnd you feel it now too,â he whispers as I finally turn to face him. The violet of his eyes pierce my soul and Iâm left speechless and unable to move from their gaze. Heâs otherworldly, heâs everything, and heâs also completely forbidden.Â
âDo you?â I ask, hoping that whatever answer he gives can validate the fire in my bones.Â
âI do,â he muses like he loves the game. âYour brother killed my family. He is my sworn enemy and I should hate you.â he breathes. I can feel his resolve slipping along with mine, for every statement he makes I can make an opposing one, âbut all I want to do is kiss you right now.â he finishes.Â
Fire runs through my veins as a sharp breath passes my lips. I feel my brother's presence and I evade myself from the High Lord of Nightâs cage. My brother whisks me off to the Spring Court once more, but not before I glance back one last time to see that shade of violet I had already learned to look for in a crowd.Â
That was a week ago.Â
I stand in the foyer of the castle with my brother and Lucien as we prepare to join the council once again this week.Â
âYou look ravishing as always,â Lucien muses, eyes wandering me like theyâre hungry.Â
âItâs not often my brother lets me out of the house, I have to make a good impression somehow,â I say backhandedly. All I get in return is a sideways glance from Tamiln as we are taken to court. Today the meeting resides in Tarquinsâs court. It changes once a week to allow all High Lordâs to have the upper hand. The sea salted mist hits my face and the warm rays of the sun tan my skin as we walk into the council.Â
When we arrive heâs already there. He stands out amongst the rest, not just because heâs dressed in black, but because heâs the most beautiful male Iâve ever seen. The definition of a forbidden fruit. As if to tempt me, Tamilin unknowingly sits directly across from the High Lord of Night making it so I canât lift my head without meeting the violet of his eyes. If you had asked me to recall the events the council discussed, I couldnât, the only word left on my tongue was Night. Talk of tithes and power checks drifted over my head. The only thing to rouse me from my trance was the scraping of wooden chairs across marble floors, signaling that the council meeting had adjourned and that the more foundational political talks of High Lords would begin.Â
I took it as my queue to step out onto one of the many terraces of the Summer Court. The room where the council was held was stifling. I thought that the breeze of the ocean might cool my skin, but no matter where I went that deafening heat followed. Â
âI was hoping I would see you again,â purred a voice from behind me.Â
I turned to find that piercing violet once more. âOf course why wouldnât I be at the council meetings?â I ask, trying to act like I wonât be replaying this conversation in my mind when I return to bed tonight.Â
âYouâve only been to four council meetings now, and your brother has a habit of keeping you locked up in the Spring Court.â he trails, drawing closer to the railing of which Iâm leaning upon.Â
âWell I intend to be at all of them from here on out,â I state.
âAny particular reason why?â he asks with a playful tone in his voice and I know what heâs insinuating.Â
âBecause I wish to be a part of the governing of my court, even though I am just a woman,â I say, evading his innuendo.Â
âThatâs a shame if you were part of my court you wouldnât have such phrases like âjust a womanââ he states almost as if heâs upset with the phrase.Â
âI highly doubt that, women arenât equals in any court,â I scoff.Â
âWhat about Kallias and Viviane?â he asks.Â
âWhat about them?âÂ
âKallias sees Viviane as his equal, she is his mate and his High Lady,â he explains, stepping even closer to me, close enough that my skin starts to buzz again.Â
âViviane is special, everyone knows that,â I justify.Â
âAnd youâre not?â he muses and my skin goes from buzzing to electrifying in three words. I feel his fingertips grazing my hand as if asking for permission.Â
âMy Lord we canât do this,â I breathe out.Â
âCall me Rhysand,â he says, stepping even closer.Â
I step to the side, avoiding his advances, âMy Lord, I wonât do this, I canât do this.â I affirm.Â
I see him bristle from my reluctance to call him by his name, âYouâll give into the idea of us. When youâre lying in that cold bed high up in the spring court thinking of all the ways I could warm it for you. When youâve spent the week with nothing but this conversation on your mind,â he leans down to whisper in my ear. âThis time next week you will beg for me to touch you, and Iâll happily oblige, mate.â
Iâm so taken aback by his words that I canât even form a quick witted response, I simply slid away and tried my best not to look back at him as I felt his gaze pierce my back. I nearly slam into Viviane and Kallias.Â
âY/n are you alright?â Viviane asks.Â
âYes, just feeling the heat of the summer court,â I lie, fanning my face.Â
âThen you should come home with us today, itâs been so long since we had a girls night. I wish for your company." She smiles while taking my hand.Â
âShall we go home sister?â Tamilin appears, Lucien in tow.Â
âActually I think Iâll spend the night in the winter court with Viviane, sheâs right,â I look at her and smile. âWe havenât had a girls night in quite a long time.â Â
âVery well, I wonât get in the way of your sinful gossiping,â Tamilin smiles and leads Lucien away with him.Â
If the summer court is sea salt and sun, then the winter court is pine and fresh fallen snow. Though they are opposites in every way, they are stunning in their own right, like all courts are. Iâve been here many times before to sit and talk with Viviane, sheâs one of the only other ladies of nobility my age and a fierce friend. Itâs not uncommon for me to spend a couple days here in the winter court, with Viviane and Kallias.Â
I sit among a bed of furs near a warm fire adjacent to Viviane as Kallias pours both me and his mate a glass of red wine.Â
âThank you dear,â she smiles, kissing him on the cheek before he leaves us to gossip.Â
âYou and Kallias really are a perfect match,â I beam and Vivianane knows me well enough to know that there's a sadness there.Â
âYouâll find it too someday, your mate. I know you will,â she assures me. âNow tell me, what of Lucien?âÂ
I roll my eyes taking a sip of my wine, âHeâs still insufferable. The other day he backed me into a wall and if one of my ladies maids hadnât walked in I swore he wouldâve had his way with me.âÂ
She lets out an airy laugh, âI still canât believe Tamiln allows him to play with you like that. Heâs so fiercely protective of you with everyone else.â she says, taking a sip of her own wine.Â
âLucien is his best friend, he wouldnât deny him anything, even his little sister.â I point out.Â
âI suppose youâre right,â she smirks. The night is filled with goblets of wine and laughter as we continue to talk about the high lords of Prythian. We even go as far as to talk about her and Kallaisâ sex lives, to which Kallias promptly came in laughing taking his wife to bed.Â
I trudge down the hall to the bedroom the High Lord and Lady had set aside just for me a few years ago. I fall into the plush mattress, the world slightly spinning around me. The second I am left alone with my thoughts I recall the feeling of Rhysandâs breath on my neck and I shiver.Â
The room spins and I feel my skin grow hot with need, my heart beats faster and my head is drunk with that shade of violet. My hand subconsciously drifts down my body.Â
Youâre drunk? A voice cuts through my head.Â
I sit up right and look around the room. The only thing I find is the flickering of the fireplace against the walls.Â
The same voice chuckles and speaks again, No I am not in the room with you my mate.
âHow are you doing this?â I ask in my head.
The daemati gift, and of course, I am your mate. The High Lord croons.Â
âGet out of my headâ I grumble.Â
But you called for me, I can feel your⌠excitement.
âThen you're mistaken,â I hiss.
We both know thatâs not true darling.Â
âGoodnight,â I groan, rolling over to go to bed.
Goodnight, darling
The following days are long. Despite my better wishes there is a part of me that yearns to see the High Lord of Night again. I waltz through the spring court, picking flowers for the dinner table and evading Lucienâs advances. At night I find myself obsessively reading the romance novels I keep beside my bed. On one night in particular a certain scene in my book makes my toes curl and my thighs clench. My fingers skim the pages and the roughness of them is almost heightened.Â
My my my, what a dirty book. That voice croons into my mind.
âGet out of my head,â I gripe.Â
I canât help myself when I feel your body react as it does. He purrs.Â
âHow on earth can you âfeelâ my body?â I roll my eyes.
Like this.Â
A tug reverberates through my body. Like thereâs a string in the pit of my stomach that he just pulled. The sensation causes me to lose a breath as further arousal goes to my legs. He lets out a dark chuckle.Â
âDonât ever do that again,â I order him
But you loved it so much, He purrs and I can practically feel him smirking in my head.Â
âYouâre an insufferable bastard High Lord,â I growl at his persistence.Â
Call me Rhysand.Â
âI see no reason to drop informalities, my lord.â I quip back.Â
My name will fall from your lips one day, and when it does Iâll be sure to swallow it with my own. Until then, Iâll leave you with this. Goodnight darling.Â
I feel another tug at the bond reverberating through me and I nearly let out a moan at the feeling. I snuggle into my sheets that suddenly feel as if they are constricting around my body. I toss and turn and try to push all thoughts from my mind, but I canât stop the idea of the High Lord's lips on mine. His night black hair in my hands, the way his moans might fall from those lips.
The next morning I take my breakfast in one of the lounge areas, still reeling from last night. My thoughts still wander to the image of his face, and how his eyes light me on fire. The door opens and a head of auburn hair pokes in.Â
âForgive me, I didnât know you were in here,â Lucien says like he has regret, yet he sits down across from me.Â
âNo worries, I'm almost finished eating,â I reply, placing my tea down and getting ready to get up..Â
âAnd I secretly hoped to spend some time with you,â he sighs, sinking into the couch.Â
âPerhaps later, I wanted to read in the garden,â I stand and make my way towards the door.Â
âPerhaps now,â he growls. I feel a cold hand grasp my arm hauling me into the wall.Â
âLucien,â I hiss as my back is pressed into the wall, his frame looming over mine.Â
âYou are such a tease,â he smirks before kissing my neck hungrilly. His hands roam my body pulling me impossibly close.Â
âIâve never once given you any inclination that I wanted you,â I gripe at him.Â
âThatâs what makes you so desirable my dear,â he practically moans into my neck.Â
I gather my strength and push him off of me, âIâll remind you that I am Tamlinâs little sister and while he favors you his favor only goes so far. One word from me and heâll send you back to the Autumn Court.â I growl at him, and it seems to be enough as he backs away and leaves me to reel from what just happened in silence.Â
I sit down on the couch and take deep breaths to ground myself.Â
Whatâs going on? Are you alright? That voice like glorious night cuts through my mind and I almost feel thankful for how it brings me back to reality.Â
âYes Iâm fine,â I say back.Â
What happened? I felt your fear through the bond.
âItâs nothing, just Lucien.â I dismiss him.Â
Did he touch you?Â
I almost swore I heard anger laced in his voice. âWell I am his favorite plaything,â I roll my eyes.
And Tamlin allows him to touch you like this?Â
âAs long as my virtue isnât completely compromised so that I am still of value when he inevitably marries me off, yes. He doesnât care.â I divulge, and quite stupidly I realize.Â
As if I needed another reason to hate him.
âHe is still my brother, my Lord,â I remind him, though I secretly feel the same.Â
Donât you mean, Rhysand?
âNo I donât, my Lord,â I say, drawing out the last words.Â
Iâll see you tomorrow my darling, I relish the idea of seeing you in the golden light of the day court.Â
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A new ladder - Reader x Curly
Previous - Part 4 - Next
"I really hope Lin doesn't come to check on you, she'll kill me."
You said, sighing and gently applying cream to Curly's face, neck, and collarbone, as it was red from sun exposure after you had fallen asleep in the meadow until a light drizzle woke you up to return to the house.Â
Curly: "I don't think so... She'll understand."
"Pfft, yeah right, I'm going to be horribly scolded by her if she finds out, she was always strict with me."Â
Curly: "It seems like we're not talking about the same person."
"Of course we don't, you talk about the one who was your fiancĂŠe, I talk about my older sister."
Those words lingered in his mind, unwilling to understand that the woman he had met could be so different with him than with her own family.Â
Curly: "...How have she been?"
"Mm... She has two children, Mike and Agatha, aged 20 and 15, they are good kids, she is married to Jake, he isn't home much because of his job, but he earns well, they all seem to be happy. Mike left home at 15 anyway, but he keep in contact"Â
It certainly hit him hard to know the age of the eldest son, thinking there was an extraordinary chance.
Curly: "Let's say... Mike, how does it look?"
It piqued your curiosity when he asked that, until you put the pieces together.Â
"Mike isn't yours, don't worry, he's an exact copy of Jake, even with the same allergies. Trust me"
Curly: "Then I should have been in cryostasis a bit longer... Isn't that right?"
"Didn't those capsules only last 20 years? They found you before the energy ran out."
Curly: "Maybe there was a miscalculation-"
"Lin said you had 2 months left in that capsule, if they found you later you would be dead."Â
Curly: "Maybe someone-!"
You were startled when he suddenly approached you, you could see the nerves and desperation in his eye, along with his agitated breathing.
Curly: "If the boy is 20... That means she..."
"...I'm very sorry that... The person you thought you knew wasn't really as perfect as you thought..."Â
You shrugged, looking at the ground, not knowing how to console him upon learning that his fiancĂŠe, while he was doing his delivery job, had been cheating on him with someone else, with whom she later married after he didn't return.Â
In that instant, Curly realized something: all the effort, everything he had achieved, the ladder that had cost him so much to climb to the top, simply crumbled in a second.
You heard him start to laugh, or maybe sob, it was a strange mix of sounds he was producing.Â
Curly: "I have nothing left... I can start over-"
"Okay, you're scaring meâ I don't know if you're happy or sadâ"Â
Curly: "I don't know either!" he said, letting out a laugh.Â
"I'll go get your pills and water."Â
You got up from your seat to go get that, but you stopped when you heard someone knock on the door.Â
You sighed, running your hand over your face.Â
"It's like she have an alarm and it knows when I do something..."Â
You knew very well that he was waiting behind the door, so you went to open it trying to put on your best face.Â
Mike: "Hey, aunty"Â
What a surprise you got when you saw your nephew with his mother; the boy took a step forward to give you a hug, which you reciprocated.Â
"What are you doing here?"
Mike: "Mom told me you were back in town, so I came to see you, can I come in?"
Linda: "Come on, remember there's someone else here, I have to talk to (Y/n)"
The boy rolled his eyes without looking at his mother, as if to say "I didn't ask you" while he walked into the house.Â
Linda: "I hope you're not doing the same thing Dad used to do and giving him his pills with chocolate."
You crossed your arms, looking at her in silence, you weren't going to admit that you almost did it once, but then you retracted and you gave him all his medications with a glass of water and maybe a candy if it felt too bitter in his mouth.Â
Linda: "Of course," she ran her hand over her face, "You love giving people placebos, you always do the same thing."
"Just so you know, that's how your children learned to swallow pills without fear."Â
Linda: "Don't you think what you're doing is horrible? The medications are wasted in your hands."
"I'm not stupid! I haven't done that in years! Stop treating me like a child!"
Linda: "Stop acting like one then!"Â
She took you by the arm to pull you outside so you could continue arguing, closing the door so nothing could be heard from inside.Â
Curly: "...I had never heard her scream..."
He mentioned sitting in the dining room with the boy in front of him.Â
Mike: "That's how she is, she has a nice personality with people outside, but when it comes to family, she scolds you a lot."Â
They both stared at each other for a moment, until the boy rested his face in his hand, smiling at him.
Mike: "So you are the famous Curly, it's a pleasure to meet you."Â
Curly: "You must be Mike"
Mike: "The same, my mom used to tell me about you, saying that I was your son, that was a great story until I started having suspicions, and at 15 I found out I was the biological son of the man she is married to."
Curly: "Why would she lie about something like that?"
Mike: "Why? So they don't think she was slut, that she got married because she got pregnant, she lied to everyone saying it was your baby, and they believed her. When I was born and you didn't come back, then she could do and say whatever she wanted."Â
The man fell silent, thinking about what kind of person he was going to marry, and how he couldn't see through her and notice her deceit.Â
Curly: "I was... Used to seeing the image in general..."Â
Mike: "At least you got saved, and I'm glad my aunt is taking care of you, she's great, right?"Â
Curly: "She is... extravagant, to say the least."Â
Both were startled when they heard the door slam open.
Linda: "Mike! We should leave now, darling."Â
"Get out of here already! Don't even think about coming back!"
The difference in voices was very striking, one so calm and the other so agitated.
The boy said goodbye to Curly by waving his hand side to side and got up to leave with his mother, despite not liking the idea.Â
Once again, the door slammed shut, and a muffled scream was heard; you had taken a pillow from the couch to scream into it and not make too much noise.Â
Curly sat there, not knowing what to do or say about it, until he heard footsteps approaching the kitchen, leaving a glass of water and the pills for that schedule.Â
You were standing next to him, your head turned in another direction, wanting to leave but knowing he couldn't take the pills on his own.Â
You sighed, taking a seat and helping him take the pills. Then he could see it, the red mark on your cheek.Â
"You just need to continue with some medications for a couple more months and then you won't have to keep taking all these horrible things."Â
Curly: "When I am self-sufficient... What will happen?"
"I guess I'll leave," you shrugged.Â
Curly; "Oh"
It was the only thing he said, he wanted to say many more things but, he couldn't, so he just decided to accept the solitary fate that sheltered him.Â
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Platonic Yandere Omega Dad x Abandoned child Reader pt2
You don't know where it all went wrong, one day everything was fine and the next your omega dad didn't want to be a family with you and your alpha daddy anymore
What should have been another normal day was filled with screams and pleas, you've never seen your parents fighting, much less heard them scream like that
Your alpha daddy was crying and your omega dad was saying sharp words as he picked up a suitcase and got ready to walk out the door, before leaving your life he looked at you one last time, his eyes were so cold
After that whole day was a mess, your alpha dad was trying to balance his work schedules to be able to pick you up and take you to school and now he also had to cook and clean the house, all the calls and surprise visits from the child protection center had a very apparent effect on him as his healthy and shiny appearance was replaced by a tired and unbalanced
The worst part of all was the days in court, watching your omega father fight to keep the family dog ââwhile making it very clear to the court that he was not interested in having joint custody of you hurt you deeply. Were you less important than a dog? Hearing him tell the judge that he never wanted to be a mother and that he was never interested in playing that role in your life tore your little soul to pieces Were all those happy days when he said "I love you" to you lies?
With a father who was barely holding himself together in front of you and another who seemed to have simply disappeared into the world, there was no stability in your life. You were clinging to the hope that everything would be okay until you heard the news
"Honey, your omega father won't be able to come to your birthday because... because... because he adopted two little girls and they don't feel comfortable coming to your party, I'm sorry, I wanted... are you okay?"
No, you weren't okay, in court he had I had said that I wasn't ready to be a mother but it seems that that was a lie, or rather, he wasn't ready to be your mother, that was the first crack
After that day the excuses didn't stop, there was always an excuse for his absence
"Sorry but I can't go today, my oldest has a cheerleading practice and I need to take her, take her and then go pick you up only to have to go back to pick you up would be a waste of time, you understand right? Of course you understand you're a big kid"
"Sorry I couldn't go to your 7th birthday, and my youngest girl had a rough day so we went out with her to the spa to have a relaxing day, I ended up running late but don't worry I'll send you something"
"Was today the day of your competition? Sorry, I forgot because I was too busy planning the twins' birthday party, you weren't upset, right? Don't worry, next time I'll definitely be there HE'S LYING"
"I can't go today, one of the girls started her first heat today and I can't leave her alone, these are omega things you wouldn't understand"
With each excuse your insecurity and anger grew, every time he mentioned the twins your self-esteem decreased and you started comparing yourself more and more to them, if you were an omega would he love you as much as he loves them? Could it be that the problem is you?
Years of accumulating resentment came to a head on your 13th birthday, that was supposed to be a special day and being the loving and caring father that he is, your alpha father spared no expense to make each of your birthdays more memorable than the last
In truth, he is trying to console you through material goods, he does not have much free time because he needs to work more to pay the alimony that the court determined he must pay to his omega ex-husband, the alpha father can even work less but that would mean lowering your standard of living something he would never forgive himself for doing, you deserve the best so if he had to work more to pay for all the things that you would be a little happier then he is willing to face nights of exhaustion and overload
Unexpectedly the night before your omega father answered the phone call and agreed to spend the morning with you, your alpha father tried to call him every day to make sure that your omega father would go for a walk with you or at least answer your questions messages, despite your best efforts the omega ex husband always ended up ignoring you and this broke the alpha father's heart because nothing hurts a father's heart more than seeing his son hurt
So that morning you put on your best clothes, fixed your hair and waited for your omega father he was an hour late but that's okay, the traffic must have been bad right? RIGHT!?
When he arrived you were almost bursting with happiness, saying goodbye to your alpha father you eagerly got into your omega father's car, you couldn't wait to find out what he had planned for you
After a few minutes with only you talking to fill the silence you both arrive at the mall, a little disappointed but it's okay, the place isn't as important as the company, you eagerly follow him like a puppy while he does some shopping maybe one of the purchases is your birthday present!?, you're a little hungry but you can ignore it so everything is fine until you hear those two voices
"Daddyeeee" waving his arms one of the twins is screaming while the other is laughing, immediately your omega father seems to forget about you and goes towards them
The way he hugs and kisses them is very different from the way he treats you, he was only away from them for a few hours but he's saying how much he missed them but with you... with you he spends months yarn without seeing you and never gave you a hug like that this was the second crack
"Daddy thanks for buying these gifts for us, you bought all the items on the list!? You didn't have to" oh so the shopping was for them... he spent the whole morning of your birthday buying gifts for them this was the third crack
"Of course you did, we're celebrating that you're now officially part of the cheerleading team, I'm glad practice ended in time for us to meet up to celebrate" so in fact the intruder was you, he's not here to celebrate your birth he's here to celebrate their victory, he only met up with you because he had free time while waiting for them
You saw the three of them laughing and moving away from you, slowly they got further away each moment until you entered a restaurant that you were eager to try with your omega father, you wondered if they would notice that you stayed behind, if they would notice that you weren't at the table
NO, they didn't notice, the dishes were ordered and you watched them eat in a happy and laughing mood, today is your birthday and he simply forgot about you, this was the fourth and final crack
Stunned, somehow while you called your alpha father you felt dazed, it was like one moment you were full of feelings and the next you were completely empty of them
Your alpha father arrived quickly, you almost didn't notice him realizing he arrived only because he hugged you and took you out of the catatonic position you were sitting in on the street in front of the mall
The way home was silent, despite the alpha father's best efforts to try to make you smile you remained silent, expressionless until you got home and as soon as you walked through the door the dam collapsed
SCREAMS AND TEARS, you were having a fit on the floor, your chest was tight and you couldn't BREATHE BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T COULD YOU BREATHE?!?! EVERYTHING WAS TOO MUCH, THE FEELINGS WERE TOO MUCH
You had a PANIC ATTACK and had to be hospitalized, your party was canceled HATE, HATE, HATE is what he feels for his ex-husband, how DARE he do this to YOU!!! HOW DARE HE HURT THE MOST PRECIOUS THING OF THE ALPHA FATHER!? If he could, he would KILL that man. Your alpha father had to miss work to spend the entire hospital stay with you.
You were eventually released and received a recommendation for a child psychologist who specialized in dealing with children who suffer from parental abandonment. Your alpha father was already doing the math to see how many sleepless nights full of work would be necessary to pay for the hospital, the medicine, and the psychologist.
You didn't know what your life would be like from that moment on, but you were sure of one thing, something in you broke and could never be fixed. A heart could only be broken a certain amount of times until the pieces were too small and uneven to be glued back together.
Unbeknownst to you, in five years' time, you would be forced to confront your omega father.
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the alchemy | iii. the conversation
pairing: no outbreak!dbf!joel miller x fem!reader
chapter rating: Mature [18+ only, minors dni, dbf/secret relationship, age gap (joel is 34, reader is 24), reader is described as curvy & only has one parent--all else is open to interpretation (we are POC friendly over here okay!!), steamy makeout, one mention of f!masturbation, talks of being cheated on in the past]
summary: you and joel talk about your feelings and then go on a date.
wc: 4.2k
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You woke up along with the sunrise from the worst sleep youâd gotten in months. Joelâs texts replayed over and over in your mind, the words burning holes into your eyelids so that every time you closed them, it was all you could see.Â
He wanted to kiss you. He was going to kiss you, and he wouldâve if only Tommy hadnât walked in.Â
That fact was as thrilling as it was nerve wracking.Â
You had a million questions for him. When did he start to feel this way about you? Had he always, and just kept it to himself like you did? Or was it just a matter of jealousy that drove him to want you the way youâd wanted him since you first met?Â
It was impossible to try to sleep with all these questions floating around in your head, and so you decided it would be an early morning.Â
You got out of bed, freshened yourself up, and slipped on a gym outfit. After all, what better way to distract yourself than by putting your body to work?Â
You hadnât always liked going to the gym. In fact, you still didnât really like it. Between the air of masculinity and judgment in the building and the simple fact that working out fucking sucked, you loathed everything about the gymâeverything except the high you got once it was all over. Thatâs the only thing that kept you going twice a weekâthe bliss of a clear mind. And there was no better time for clarity than today, when in just a few hours youâd come face to face with the man who featured in all your dirtiest fantasies.Â
It took an hour of running and using the weight machines before you allowed yourself to call it a successful trip, and by the end of it, most of your anxiety about seeing Joel had faded into something akin to eagerness. Instead of feeling heavy with doubt, you felt light with hope. Finally, youâd get to have an honest conversation with him without the risk of your dad, or Sarah, or Tommy barging in and forcing Joel back into his guarded state. That same hope allowed you to believe that heâd be honest and open with you, as well. That heâd drop the gruff mask for once and tell you whatâs going on in his head, and whatâs been going on all these years that youâd known him at a distance.Â
Today would be the start of either a new beginning, or the end of a fantasy that youâd be able to let go knowing that, at the very least, you were able to tell him how you felt.Â
That in and of itself was a win youâd take.Â
It was around nine when you made your way over. You didnât send a text to ask if it was alrightâit felt silly given that he was just twenty or so feet from you. Instead, you carried over a plate of breakfast, leftovers from what youâd made for yourself after the gym, and hoped it would be consolation enough if your knocks managed to wake him up.Â
Youâd chosen a simple outfit, one of your favorite summer shirts, a pair of jeans, and sandalsâa perfectly appropriate outfit to visit your neighbor in case nosy old Mrs. Jacobs was out watering her lawn and spotted you. Besides, today wasnât about impressing him or seducing him, it was just about talking.Â
But you still wore a matching set beneath your very appropriate clothes just in case.Â
With a breath of hesitation, you lifted your knuckles to the wood of his front door, biting your lip as you tried to gather the courage to knock. But just as you found it, the door opened for you, presenting a freshly showered and dressed Joel Miller.Â
âHey,â he breathed, his eyes darting between your own. âWas just about to come over to you.â
âOh,â you said, arching an eyebrow. âSorry.â
âNo,â he said, shaking his head. âNo, this works. I was justâŚawake. Been awake for a while.â
You chuckled, nodding in understanding. âYeah, me too.â
He smiled, letting out a puff of air that was close enough to a laugh to make your heart skip a beat. âCome on in.â
You accepted the invite, brushing past him as he held the door open for you. You swallowed your nerves as you surveyed the room as if it were your first time being here before remembering the foil-wrapped plate in your left hand. âOh, I, uh, I brought you breakfast. But youâve probably already eaten.â
He shook his head, sliding the plate from your hand into his.
 âNo, Iâm bad at rememberinâ to eat breakfast. Sarah usually has to remind me,â he chuckled, though it was clear he was just as nervous about today as you were. Lifting his brown eyes to meet yours, he offered you a soft smile. âThanks for this. Nice of you.â
âNo problem,â you assured, biting your lip out of habit. The tick seemed to draw his attention there, his eyes growing a shade darker before he remembered himself.Â
âYou, uh, want some coffee?â he asked, leading you into the kitchen. You mumbled a soft sure, but truthfully your mind was sidetracked as you watched him move over to the coffee pot next to the stove. Next to where he almost kissed you yesterday. âShould be ready in a few.â
âSounds good,â you managed, though you doubted youâd be able to drink more than a sip. Your appetite hadnât gone away, necessarily, but it had certainly shifted. Now, your body only craved one thing, and it was currently staring at you with a pair of soft, attentive, round eyes. âCouldâŚcould we maybe go sit in the living room?âÂ
Joelâs brows furrowed for a moment, but he obliged your request without asking for an explanation.Â
Thank god, because how on earth would you explain that if you didnât leave this room right now, youâd end up doing something extremely stupid like kissing him?
Joel took his seat on one end of the sofa and you took the other, leaving a good two feet between the two of you to prevent you from doing any of the reckless things your body was shouting at you to do every time his eyes met yours.Â
âI, uh, I donât really know how to start this,â he admitted after a few beats of tense silence. âIâm not really any good at this whole thing.â
âTalking, you mean?â You chuckled, the sound shockingly sincere as it left your lips. Joel grinned in response, his head nodding. âWell, questions are always a good start.â
He took a moment to think, his jaw ticking back and forth as he stared down at the carpet. Youâd almost grown impatient enough to start asking your own questions, but he finally decided to put you out of your misery. âDo you know what youâre gettinâ yourself into? Beinâ here with me?â
Your brows furrowed as you nodded slowly. âYeah. Of course I do.â
âYour dad ainât gonna like any part of this,â he said, gnawing on his bottom lip.Â
âMy dad doesnât need to know. At least for now. I mean, I donât even know whatâs happening here,â you said, shrugging your shoulders. âHave youâŚalwaysââ
âAlways,â he interjected, his tone so sincere it cut through you like a knife. âI mean, I never thought anything would ever come of it, you know. You were away most of the year, and so that helped, but every time you came back, itâŚyeah. I always had a thing for you.âÂ
You twisted your mouth as your smile threatened to grow into a grin, your eyes now locked on your lap. âThatâs nice to know.â
He chuckled, seemingly relaxing a bit. âWhat about you?â
You lifted your eyes to meet his, your lip caught between your teeth as you smiled. âAlways. But I thought you couldnât stand me, so I didnât spend too much time dwelling on it.â
âI didnât mean to make you feel like that,â he said, his smile fading into something guilty. âI was just tryinâ to make it easier on myself. That was wrong, and I own up to it.â
âNo, itâs not like you were a dick or anything,â you assured. âJust figured you didnât think of me beyond being Sarahâs babysitter and your friendâs daughter.â
âNo, Iâve done a lot of thinking involving you, and most of the time it has nothinâ to do with any of that.âÂ
Your smile faded, not out of offense or anything negative, but because your body seemed to glitch out in response to him confessing that heâd fantasized about you just like youâd fantasized about him.Â
You were half convinced this was a dream until you pinched yourself and realized that you were very much awake. And very, so pathetically, close to crawling onto his lap and turning those fantasies into reality.Â
Thank god for the coffee machine chiming out, otherwise, you mightâve done just that.Â
âIâll go grab it,â he said, giving you a second glance before chuckling at himself as he walked into the kitchen.Â
You used your time alone to have a minor freakout over your current situation.Â
Joel was into you, had always been into you, and now, he was pouring you a cup of coffee.Â
What god did you need to thank for this turn of events?
âI didnât know how you liked it, so I just brought the creamer in case,â he said, setting both the mug and the bottle of creamer down in front of you on the coffee table.Â
âVery gentlemanly of you,â you said, giving him a playful smile.Â
âI try,â he said, sitting a few inches closer to you than he had when he first sat down. âI, uh, guess we should talk about the elephant in the room.â
âAnd whatâs that?â
âMy brother,â he said, arching an eyebrow at you. âHe likes you. Enough to complain about it well into midnight last night.â
You winced at that, not exactly sure what to say.Â
âListen, I donât care what happened between the two of you. You sure as hell donât owe me your side of the story, butâŚI just wanna make sure Iâm not stepping on anybodyâs toes here. Especially not Tommyâs.â
You took a deep breath and let it out before speaking. âTommy and I went on one date. He asked me out when I came home to visit last summer. I donât know why I agreed to go, but heâs nice and I knew he wouldnât try anything, so I thought why not? But there were no sparks or anything like that on my end. It was just like going out to dinner with a friend. We kissed at the end of the night, and thatâs when I was sure that there was nothing there. And so I asked him if we could keep it between us, and he agreed. I didnât know until yesterday that he went and told you all about it, whichâŚwasnât great news. I figured you wouldnât want anything to do with me afterwards.â
âNo, I donât care about a kiss,â he said, his eyes trailing down to your lips. âI just thoughtâthe way he told the story made it sound like maybe you felt somethinâ for him and just didnât know how to act on it, but I shouldâve known heâd embellish things. He likes to do that.â
âI donât feel anything for him,â you said, your own eyes falling to his lips. âNow, you on the other handâŚIâve got some feelings.â
âYeah?â he taunted, the question coaxing and breathy as he leaned closer. âWhat kind of feelings?â
You leaned in too, close enough that you could spot flecks of amber in his dark eyes. Smiling, you reached a hand over to trace circles on his knee. âScandalous, filthy feelings.â
Joelâs soft exhale made you dizzy with need, as did the brush of his nose against yours as he filled the distance between the two of you. Just shy of pressing his lips against yours, he spoke, âYou have no fuckinâ idea how long Iâve waited to hear you say that.â
âI think I do,â you purred, trailing your hand up his thigh. âSoâŚare you gonna kiss me, or are you just gonnaââ
He didnât give you the chance to finish your sentence. As sweet as you always dreamed it would be, he pressed his lips against yours, soft and careful as if he were still afraid of rejection. It only made you more sure of him.Â
Pulling him closer by the cotton of his t-shirt, you deepened the kiss, molding your lips to the shape of his. Joel groaned as you laid back against the sofa, bringing him along with you. He fit his hips between your thighs, his hands roaming up the curve of your hip before giving your waist a squeeze, tugging you closer to him.Â
âFuck,â he breathed, trailing kisses down your chin and jaw to your neck. âTaste so sweet, baby.âÂ
His praise had you sighing, your back arching into his touch as he focused his lips and tongue on your thumping pulse. âJoel.â
Your incoherent plea had him pressing his bulge into your clothed cunt, the feeling of his body pressed against yours turning you drunk.Â
âWe should stop,â he mumbled against your collarbone, though he made no move to do so as he brought a hand up to cup your breast through your shirt. âFuck, I was sâposed to take you on a date first.â
In a moment of clarity, you realized he was right. You didnât want to start this off with a hasty, quick fuck. Youâd been there and done that, and it never ended well. So, using every bit of willpower you possessed, you placed your hand over his and guided it up to your face.Â
âYâokay?â he asked, eyes lidded with lust and chest heaving.Â
You nodded, giving him a drunken smile. âYeah, justâŚdonât want to rush.â
He exhaled through his nose, resting his forehead against yours and nodding.Â
âYeah, probably smart,â he said, chuckling at himself. âSorry for gettinâ ahead of myself.â
âNo,â you hushed his apology, pulling him back down for a kiss. âI want thisâwant you. Just maybe after that date you mentioned?â
He smiled, nodding his head against yours as his thumb stroked over your cheek. âHow about tonight?â
âEager, are we?â you teased, earning a playful eyeroll.Â
âWas talkinâ about the date, smartass,â he said, brushing his nose against yours. âIâve already decided Iâm gonna make you wait for the other stuff. Donât want you thinkinâ Iâm easy.â
You laughed, the sound bubbly and light andâŚnew. It had been so long since you felt giddy over anything, let alone a man, but something about Joel just brought it out of you.Â
You couldnât say you minded it, either.Â
After making a plan to meet at one of Joelâs favorite taco places for drinks and dinner, you allowed him to get back to his renovations upstairs. He invited you to stay and âsuperviseâ, but you knew yourself all too well to ever think that youâd be able to keep your hands to yourself. Especially around a sweaty, competent Joel.Â
So, you marched your way over back to your house to continue sorting out your things, all the while trying desperately to not imagine what else that soft, warm mouth was capable of doing to you.Â
It took all of an hour before you found yourself in bed, writhing from the thought.Â
Your dad came home at around four in the afternoon, a smile on his face and a certain youthfulness to his gait. Though it was still not easy reconciling that heâd moved on, you were happy for him. It couldnât be easy, letting go and moving forward.Â
If there was anything you understood so well, it was that.Â
Heâd found you in the kitchen, cleaning in hopes of keeping your mind distracted.Â
âHow was your weekend?â you asked, a playful lilt to your voice as you glanced over your shoulder.Â
âIt was alright.â You knew he was playing it down, that he was as giddy as a lovesick teenager. The stupid grin he wore was proof of that fact. âWe went to the zoo.â
You turned, giving him an arched eyebrow and a smile. âYou hate the zoo.â
He blushed, pulling up a seat at the dining table. âYeah, well she works there. Loves animals and all, so I figured Iâd humor her.â
âRide any camels or pet any giraffes?âÂ
âThe whole nine yards,â he said, smiling. âWhat about you? See any friends?â
You bit your lip and turned back around to hide your smile. âYeah, something like that.â
âOh, no.â He feigned a sigh. âThat means thereâs a boy.â
You laughed, shaking your head. âA man.â
It was his turn to laugh now. âYeah, well Iâll be the judge of that whenever you decide to bring him around. And I would like to meet him, you know, whenever youâre ready.â
The thought alone filled you with dread and, oddly, guilt. He had no clue what he was asking for.Â
âIâll, uh, think about it,â you said, shrugging. âItâs new, though. Tonightâs our first official date.â
âOh?âÂ
You shut the water off and turned around, resting against the counter. âYeah. I actually should start getting ready.â
He only nodded, his eyes looking everywhere but at you, but heâd always been this way where boys were involved. Something about dads and talking about their daughters dating lives always meant a bit of awkwardness.Â
âIâll be home later on,â you said, hoping to coax him back to his giddy state. âMaybe then you could finally tell me more about this girlfriend of yours.â
âYeah,â he said, giving you a soft smile. âIâll keep the light on for you.â
Joel was standing outside his pickup in front of the taqueria when you pulled in, wearing a button-down flannel with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of dark wash jeans. Simple, and yet something about it had you salivating.Â
You hopped out of your beat-up sedan with one last glance in the mirror, butterflies swarming in your stomach. He came over, a boyish smile on his face as he took you in.Â
âWell, donât you clean up nice,â he drawled, his eyes scanning you head to toe before settling on your face. âYâlook good enough to eat.â
Biting your lip, you smiled and took a step closer to him. âSo do you.â
He rolled his eyes and chuckled, settling one hand on your waist and the other on your cheek as he tugged you closer. Leaning down, he brushed his nose against yours. âBeen thinkinâ about you all day.â
âYeah?â You struggled to believe that this was really happening, that all those years of secretly pining for him had finally paid off. âThinking about what, exactly?â
âI think you can probably guess,â he said, kissing you softly. He hummed at the taste of your lips, his body pressing into yours out of instinct. âBut Iâm supposed tâbe a gentleman tonight, so no battinâ those eyelashes at me. Iâm a weak man and Iâll cave.â
You tossed your head back with a laugh, feeling lighter than you had in months. Years, even.Â
After promising to be on your best behaviorâa promise you would surely breakâhe walked you into the taqueria with his hand resting on the small of your back like a perfect gentleman. He stole glances at you as the two of you waited to be seated, a smirk tugging at his lips every time he was caught.Â
When the two of you were seated, drinks and food ordered, the real fun began.Â
âI want to know everything about you,â you declared with a girlish grin, your foot playing with his beneath the table. Joel groaned playfully, hanging his head.Â
âGive me a place to start,â he said, lifting his amusement brightened eyes to meet yours.Â
âHmm.â You took a moment to consider. Where would you start? Childhood seemed too far back a place to begin, and you werenât entirely sure you cared to hear about his more recent historyânamely that breakup your dad had mentioned. âHow about what brought you to our neighborhood?â
Joel nodded, sipping his beer. âMe and my ex-wife had just split up, and she kept the house in the divorce. I knew I didnât want to move Sarah too far away from her, even though I couldâve since I got full custody, but it didnât feel right. Even if I canât stand the woman, thatâs her mom.â
âWhat happened there, if you donât mind me asking?â
He weighed his head to each side before shrugging.Â
âLot of stuff. We got pregnant youngâyour age, actuallyâand it wasnât planned. Iâd actually been debating on breakinâ up with her before we found out, but that all went out the window once I knew we were havinâ a baby,â he said, picking at the label on his beer bottle. âWeâre just real different people. Sheâs a social butterfly, and IâmâŚwell, you know how I am. But I thought maybe itâd work out if I just committed to it.â
âExceptâŚâ
âExcept she decided that instead of stayinâ home with me and Sarah, sheâd sneak off with other guys,â Joel said, giving me a half-smile that hid his hurt poorly. âFor our entire marriage, really. Iâd finally had enough when I caught her upstairs with one of my work buddies. Sarah was in the next room, and all. I knew Iâd never get over that, so I filed for divorce and asked for some custody. She agreed. She never really wanted to be a mom, not as much as Iâve loved beinâ a dad. So, we went our separate ways and have been usinâ Tommy as a middle-man for the last five years.â
âJesus.â You shook your head at the thought of anyone hurting him in that way. Hurting Sarah in that way. âWell, I think the two of you are better off this way.â
He smiled, reaching for your hand to stroke his thumb over it. âYeah, I think we are.â
âMy, uh, dad mentioned something about a breakup you went through recently,â you said, locking your gaze on the wood grain of the table top.Â
âYeah,â he sighed. âAnother cheating story to add to the list.â
You frowned at that, at the way his lips pursed at the memory. âI canât imagine anyone wanting more than you.â
He gave you a soft, sad smile and shrugged his shoulders. âI always figured there was somethinâ about me that was lackinâ. Still havenât figured out what it is.â
âNo.â You shook your head and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. âItâs them whoâre lacking.â
âMaybe,â he said, leaving it at that. âWell, now itâs your turn to talk.â
âWhat do you want to know?â
He shrugged. âEverythinâ. Whatever you want to tell me.â
âGive me a place to start,â you said, echoing his words.Â
âBoyfriends?â he asked, lacing his fingers with yours.Â
âIâve had a few,â you said. âMostly assholes. Couple cheaters. All bad in bed.â
He laughed, shaking his head. âIn that department, I think Iâm in the clear. Weâll get you nice and satisfied soon enough.âÂ
You bit your lip at his promise, your cheeks heating.Â
âWhat about college?â he asked, sensing your fluster. âWhat did yâmajor in?â
You told him all about it, about how you still second guessed your choice of career, but how no matter what, you always came back to it. He listened when it mattered, asked questions when they came to him, and most importantly, he never once made it about himself. It was as refreshing as it was arousing, being around a man that seemed to be so genuinely interested in learning you the way that Joel was.Â
âSo,â Joel started, the two of you lingering by the tailgate of his pickup. Both of his hands held yours, your fingers dangling together. âWhatâs the verdict? Do I get a second date?â
You thought back to your date with Tommy, how it only took a few minutes for you to know there was no spark between the two of you.Â
This was the polar opposite.Â
If anything, you wished you liked him less. It was dangerous to want someone as much as you wanted Joel, dangerous to have the amount of hope you did. But you didnât want to shy away from it. Youâd embrace these ravenous feelings and the potential hurt that came along with it if it meant having Joel.Â
âDefinitely,â you said, tipping your head back to silently ask for a kiss. Joel leaned down, his hand curled around the nape of your neck to hold you in place as he took his time kissing you.Â
It was the slow, dizzying kind that left you wantingâno, needingâmore. The kind that had you holding onto his shirt for purchase. The kind that had your mind and body reeling and aching to feel his lips on every inch of your skin.Â
When he pulled back, his eyes were glassy and hooded, his lips parted as if he were staring at a goddess.Â
You didnât need a mirror to know you looked just the same.Â
âIâve got work all week, but donât be afraid to sneak over in the evenings,â he said, his thumb brushing against the back of your ear as he held you. âIâll be on my best behavior. Until you tell me not to be, at least.âÂ
You chuckled, lifting your hand to card your fingers through his curls. âI have a feeling that won't take very long.â
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