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hwanghoes · 2 months ago

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Just The Tip!

Summary: a night spent in your house with careless flirting with your dad’s best friend leads to moral boundaries being crossed and you beneath him.

Warnings: 18+ mdni! Smut, p in v, just the tip that leads to more, he covers her mouth with his hand, age gap (Inho is in his mid 40s and reader mid 20s), dad best friend trope, alcohol consumption for both of them, making out, English isn’t my first language<3

Word count: 5.2k+

Note: welcome to our first fic on this blog! This is Rue and you’re reading a fic written by me and beta-read by my bestie Mari who is also an admin on here! We both write and co-write each other’s fics and run this blog together! I hope you enjoy our first post here. Remember that comments and reblogs are always appreciated💕

“Get your pens, baby!” Gi-Hun yells from downstairs, frantically looking around the house for his daughter’s pens to pack her things and drop her back at her mother’s place.

His hysteria causes you to worry too, collecting your sister’s clothes from around the house in a hurry so she can leave on time without worrying her mother — it is quite funny, calling her your sister. In contrast, you call your adoptive father by his name. Perhaps she has made a place in your heart much faster than Gi-Hun.

“Found them, Daddy!” She squeals and smiles when she sees you, jumping up and down as she raises her fists for you to grab the pens and put them in one of the many bags you are holding. “I’m gonna miss you!”

“I’m gonna miss you too, sweetie!” You kiss her forehead, letting her drop her stuff in the bag you’re holding out for her before she dashes downstairs to help her father, leaving you to pick up the rest of her stuff, “Slow down!”

“Sweetheart,” Gi-Hun calls you, looking up when you walk towards them with two bags slung over your shoulders, “I don’t know if In-ho will come tonight or not, but could you please look out for him until I get back? Just make sure he doesn’t feel uncomfortable.”

“Of course, don’t worry about it,” you smile, dropping the bags on the couch, helping your father gather the rest of your sister’s belongings, and frantically chasing the little girl around to make sure she doesn’t destroy another part of the house. She is trying to help, she really is, but sometimes her enthusiasm gets the best of her and no one can control her antics.

With a sigh, Gi-Hun stands up and follows her to her room, leaving you alone to take care of the rest of her stuff in the sitting room, putting her coloring books and pencils in one of the bags before you hear the sound of the doorbell ringing.

“Coming!” You say when the doorbell rings again, walking to the front door to open it, smiling softly when you find In-ho standing there with a bouquet of white lilies, patiently waiting for you to invite him in, “Hey!”

“Hello, darling,” he beams at you, the pet name rolling on his tongue so smoothly that makes your knees weak, “I thought I should come here and keep you company while your father’s gone.”

“Thank you, I really appreciate it—“ you are cut off by a loud grumbling noise coming from upstairs, showing how your father and sister are trying their best to find her socks so they can finally leave, “You arrived in the middle of the chaos.”

“Oh, no,” he says playfully, “I think I should leave before–“

“No, uh uh,” you pull him in by his free hand, chuckling when he shoots you a glare but lets you guide him inside, shutting the door behind him. You turn around to look at him, crossing your arms over your chest when you see the shocked look on his face as he scans the mess in your house, “Don’t worry, they’ll be gone in a few minutes.”

“I’m not worried about myself,” he shrugs, taking off his shoes, and pushing them to the corner next to the wall, “More worried for you because he is about to leave you with these to deal with.”

“Who says I’m gonna clean up after them?” You say, eyeing the bouquet he is holding, pursing your lips before you ask, “Going on a date, are you?”

“No,” he chuckles, making the blood rush to your cheeks, his warm brown orbs finding yours as he smiles softly, “These are for you, actually.”

“What?” You sigh slowly, looking from his eyes to the bouquet he is extended in front of you, lips parted in surprise as he hands you the flowers, “Thank you, you didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” he pats your head, walking past you towards the sitting room, nearly tripping over the legos spread on the floor, “I could leave if you have a lot to do. Handling a kid can’t be easy.”

“Would you please sit down? I won’t do anything, I swear, besides, I’m not the one handling a child. It’s Gi-Hun’s job,” you say, parting ways with him, moving towards the Kitchen to put the flowers in the water, placing the bouquet on the counter as you grab a vase and fill it, and gently lowering the flowers into the water after you pick them up.

“I hope you like them,” In-ho exclaims, following you in the kitchen and leaning on the counter, resting his weight on his hips and looking at you with a soft expression, “I didn’t have time to buy your father anything so I picked these up on my way here.”

“You don’t have to buy us anything,” you tell him, putting the vase between the two of you on the counter, standing in front of him, taking a good look at his attire — a light blue shirt with the first two buttons undone and bright beige pants that made him look more attractive in the eyes, completed by a brown bracelet on his left hand.

You look away from him as soon as you hear the rushed footsteps of your father and sister on the stairs, clearing your throat when Gi-Hun comes in to say goodbye to you.

“Hey, man,” he laughs softly, patting In-ho on the shoulder, “You didn’t tell me you were coming! We would have prepared something for you.”

“It’s all good,” In-ho smiles back, glancing from his friend to you, his smile widening slightly as he looks at you before he turns back to your father, “I’ve been here a thousand times, you don’t need to do anything.”

“Yeah, well, please enjoy yourself while I’m gone,” Gi-Hun turns to you, looking at you with a soft expression on his face, “I’ll be back in an hour or so, think of something to get for dinner on my way home, yeah?”

“Will do,” you reply, walking out of the kitchen to say goodbye to your little sister, bending down to hug her tightly, “Be good for your mom, okay? I’m gonna miss you so much.”

“I’m gonna miss you too!” She wraps her little arms around you, hugging you tightly before Gi-Hun and In-ho come into sight, your father picking up the numerous bags. Your sister lets go of you and grabs Gi-Hun’s free hand, waving goodbye as they walk to the door, “Goodbye sister! Goodbye Uncle In-ho!”

“Goodbye, little one,” In-ho waves back, helping you on your feet with a steady hand grabbing your arm, pulling you to his side with ease, the muscles under his shirt bulging with every movement of his hand.

“Okay,” you stumble on your feet a little, grounding yourself by a hand on his shoulder as you both say your goodbyes to Gi-Hun, “Drive safe!”

In-ho sighs as soon as the chaotic duo leave the house, running a hand down his face before he glances at your tired face. He smirks when he catches you dropping your forehead on his shoulder, exhaling deeply as the exhaustion overtakes you.

“Poor girl,” he mocks you a little, his tone soft and playful, “He must be working you out all the time, yeah?”

“Don’t remind me,” you groan, resting your cheek on his chest now under his chin, breathing in his cold, calm and smoky cologne, shuddering suddenly when he rests his palm on your waist to hold you close, “I love them both so much, but handling them at the same time is not for the weak.”

You can feel him lean down a bit, resting his cheek on your head as he lets you calm down a little. He gently rubs your back up and down while he listens to your soft breathing, closing his eyes and smelling the sweet scent of your perfume — just like how you are breathing in him.

“Thank you,” you pull away, your gaze meeting his piercing ones, and to your shock, he holds your eyes in an intense eye contact, staring deep into your orbs with the most captivating look he possesses. You swallow loudly, clearly flustered by the little distance left between you before you pat his chest lightly and untangle yourself from his embrace, moving towards the kitchen, “Do you want a drink?”

“Urm, yeah, please,” he clears his throat and follows you, pushing his hands into his pants pockets, watching as you shuffle around the fridge, pulling out two bottles of beer, “You don’t have any whiskey around?”

“I do, but it’s Gi-Hun’s bottles, you know how protective he is of his booze,” you explain, putting the cold bottles on the round table in the kitchen, opening a cabinet to pull out a bag of nuts for him to eat with his drink, “Make yourself at home!”

“Thank you, darling,” he says, sitting down in front of you, grabbing the bottle in his hand while he watches you sigh and sit, “Fuck, sorry, let me grab a—”

You don’t even have the chance to finish your sentence because he grabs the glass bottle and brings it to his mouth, putting the lid between his teeth before he pops the lid and slides the bottle towards you, holding the other one to open his own, taking a long swig from his drink.

“Wow,” you chuckle, taking a sip from your own beer, eyes twinkling with mischief, “You really like showing off your useless talents.”

“Useless? I opened your beer with my teeth so you wouldn’t have to move and you call it useless? Ungrateful brat,” He smirks at you, hiding his smile behind his bottle when you gasp and snort, shaking your head in disapproval.

“I’m not a brat because I don’t find your strong teeth charming,” You lean back on your chair, crossing one leg over the other, watching him closely as his eyes drift down your figure before he looks away quickly, busying himself with the cold beverage he has in hand, “Maybe a brat because I didn’t thank you, but still, I’ve been nothing but a good host so far.”

“Giving me a bag of nuts doesn’t make you a good host, darling,” he shrugs, chuckling softly when he hears your groan, “I'm sure your father has lots of snacks to nurse on with his drinks.”

“You’ll be shocked to know he doesn’t buy anything, our fridge is almost empty every day,” You sigh, leaning on the table, subconsciously pushing your chest closer to each other, making it so much harder for In-ho to keep his composure and not let his eyes slide down from your face, “I usually do the grocery shopping because he is lazy and has no idea what to buy. Unfortunately, we had his daughter over this week, so everything I bought is now gone.”

“Poor girl, perhaps you should come live with me, at least I can cook,” In-ho says, leaning forward, pushing the sleeves of his bright blue shirt up to his elbows before resting his upper body on the table like you, and has to stop himself from smirking when he sees your eyes fall onto his thick forearms before you look away and meet his eyes, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you clear your throat, shrugging and trying to act as if the simplest action of him doesn’t have you all hot and bothered, “Just thinking of what you can cook. Ramen, right?”

“Cheeky,” he laughs, straightening himself before he rests his back on the chair, spreading his legs before he adjusts his pants, his eyes never leaving yours, “That’s your dad’s specialty. I can cook anything you would like.”

“Really? Like what?” You lean down on the back of your hands, resting your palms on the table as you look at him, watching how his Adam’s apple bobs with every sip he takes, licking his pink lips after he finishes his bottle.

“Whatever you can think of.”

“I don’t want food, what can you buy for me?” You ask, grinning at him when he throws his head back and laughs, giving you a view of his long neck, “I’m serious! You have tons of money, why don’t you spend it on gifts for others?”

“I got you flowers, is that not enough for you, darling?” He smirks, licking his bottom lip as he stands up to get another bottle for himself, making you turn around and watch him closely as he bends down to grab his drink, then standing next to you while showing off his useless talent again and opening his beer, “What do you want?”

“A car would be a nice start,” You roll your eyes and chuckle when he shakes his head and cocks and eyebrow at you, “You said anything, I’m just listening to you.”

“Now you wanna be a good girl? Well, I am not complaining,” he replies, scoffing when you grin up at him, “Come on, something more achievable, darling.”

“And what if I don’t want anything else?” You ask, eyes not leaving his warm brown irises for a second, “Besides, you said anything, that word does not have a limit.”

“Don’t make me regret coming over,” he mutters, reaching to tilt your chin upward with his pointer finger, leaning down as well to get closer to you, “If it’s a car you want, a car you’ll get, but it doesn’t really benefit me now, does it?”

“Why should it benefit you?” You say with a strained voice, shaky and already out of breath as he keeps your chin up and leans down even more, “It’s a gift, not a favor.”

“Darling,” he mutters, his thumb coming to rest on top of your chin, pinching it lightly between his digits, “Do you think I don’t deserve a thank you if I give you a car? Are you that ungrateful?”

“I—“ You bite your lip, and with each second that passes, it gets harder to look into his eyes. There are too many feelings swirling in them, flooding his deep chocolate colored orbs with an intensity you have never seen before, “Maybe I am.”

“Too bad—“

This is the first time you get the urge to punch someone in the face — because not only do you hear the sound of keys jingling, you can hear your father cursing under his breath as he tries to open the door.

In-ho is quick to pull himself away from you, leaving you frowning and seething at your father. He tries to act nonchalant, none the wiser, walking towards the door with one hand in his pocket to say hi to Gi-hun.

“Welcome back.”

“Ah! I see you have made yourself at home!” Gi-hun grunts as he holds the numerous bags of food in one hand while he shuts the door, gesturing for In-ho to come and save the day, “You didn’t tell me what you wanted, kiddo. I just bought the food from the nearest restaurant.”

“It’s okay, thank you! I totally forgot to call you earlier about it,” you give him an awkward smile, trying to seem engaged in another work so he doesn’t notice the lack of plates and the empty beer bottles on the table, but it seems In-ho beats you to it and tells your father everything.

“We started without you,” In-ho sighs, gently laying the bags on the dining table where you were sitting and immediately starts unpacking them, “I was pretty thirsty and asked for a drink. I thought she’d give me something stronger, but beer had to do.”

“As if I could touch any of my father’s expensive bottles,” You stand up as well, helping the men to pull out the food boxes, taking each of them out before disposing of the bags, sitting down next to In-ho as Gi-hun sits in front of you both.

“Beer won’t do!” Your father stands up and walks to the cupboard next to the fridge, pulling out a large bottle of whiskey with two glasses, finally coming back to the table to pour the amber liquor for himself and his guest, “C’mon! Enjoy the night with us!”

“I will,” In-ho replies, grabbing his glass as he and Gi-hun clink their glasses together, turning his gaze to you before he says, “I already am.”

You do not dare to utter a word, you simply can’t say anything. His eyes are piercing into yours with a burning passion one has yet to see, and it seems he is also getting lost in the gaze, shaking his head as soon as he hears Gi-hun talking.

You try to keep up with their conversation, interrupting them here and there to not get bored for the rest of the night. Unfortunately, whatever they are talking about is not nearly as interesting as In-ho’s thigh brushing against yours — With how distracted you were, you have no idea when he decided to move his chair closer to you.

You can’t hear what Gi-hun says, but In-ho’s laugh echoes in the house, and with a rising heartbeat, you turn your head to look at him; his eyes are closed, lips parted as the deep sound of his laughter fills your ears, and to your dismay, he looks at you, the laughter turned into a soft smile.

“Right, folks, I don’t think I can keep up with you anymore. That little girl exhausted me to my bones,” Gi-hun sighs, running a hand over his face, “I can’t keep up with you tonight unfortunately.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll clean up, goodnight,” you smile at your father, waving back as he stands up to leave. You watch as In-ho does the same, standing up to leave before Gi-hun stops him.

“Where are you going? We have a guest room for a reason, I won’t let you drive at such an hour while you’re drunk.”

“No, it’s better to leave, besides I’d hate to keep up your girl—“

“It’s no problem, really,” you cut him off unexpectedly, catching his wrist under the table before he has the chance to fully straighten his back, pulling on his hand slightly so he can sit down again, “I don’t really sleep at this hour, so yeah, I can keep you company.”

“See? She’s a life saver!” Gi-hun says and finally turns his back to the two of you, “Goodnight! Don’t stay up too late!”

“Of course,” In-ho nods and sits down without brushing your touch off, watching as his friend walks upstairs to his room, leaving you alone inside the dimly lit kitchen. He turns his head to look at you, suddenly the distance between the chairs seems nonexistent, “What was that all about?”

“What?” You ask, dumbfounded and skin burning against him the longer you hold on to his hand, “What…What do you mean?”

“I mean, darling…” he gently pulls your hand off his wrist and puts his palm on your upper thigh, gently squeezing the flesh as he leans closer, “Do you really like spending time with me that much? I’m honored.”

“I…I do,” you whisper, lips parting in surprise when he tightens his grip on your thigh, his hand moving upper slowly, “In-ho, what are you doing?”

“Something you are clearly enjoying, am I wrong?” He leans closer, nudging your cheek with his nose, and he catches your eyes falling down to his lips, “Fuck, you’re killing me.”

He doesn’t let you respond. Instead, he closes the distance between the two of you slowly, pressing his lips to yours very softly, giving you enough time to pull away — but you don’t. You take your time kissing him, softly moving your lips while he nibbles on your bottom lip, his free hand moving to your waist to pull you closer.

The kiss is everything you have ever imagined; it is warm and makes you melt with how heat radiates from the sync movements of your lips. You feel him tilt his head to deepen the kiss, gently sinking his teeth down onto your bottom lip while his hand on your waist pulls you and your chair closer to him, making a loud, unbearable noise.

“Shhh,” you break the kiss and giggle shyly, “We can’t wake up Gi-hun.”

“Fuck, you’re right—“ he pulls away as if you have said something that hurt him deeply, “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“What? No! I—“ you cup his face in your hands, making sure he is looking at you and not hiding his face, “I didn’t mean it like that. I want to do this, my father will never know about this, I promise.”

“We can’t, darling,” he kisses your forehead, his hand coming up to caress your head, “It is wrong, not only am I your father’s closest friend, but I am also twice your age—“

“I don’t care,” you peck his lips and to your surprise, he kisses back, “I need you, I don’t have the strength to keep away.”

“Stop talking—“

He silences you by kissing you, grabbing your waist to pull you into his lap, now both hands resting on your hips while he moves his lips against yours with more passion than before, relishing in the sigh you let out while he kneads the fat of your hips.

In-ho’s lips don’t part from yours for even a second, and you are thankful because you are sure your lips are swollen and your face is morphed with longing for him. You wrap your arms around his neck, pushing your chest against his while he sucks the breath out of your lungs.

You break the kiss, gasping for air with your foreheads pressed together, and you look down into his eyes only to find him physically craving to taste you once more.

You push the few strands of his hair that have fallen on his forehead upward, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck as his hands begin to wander over your back, feeling the warmth of your body under his subtle touch.

“Let’s go,” you pull away and stand up, dragging him out of the chair towards the stairs. He doesn’t protest and follows you silently, walking behind you until you reach your room across your father’s room at the end of the hallway, “Come.”

You pull him in, and in an instant, he is on you, kissing you with a vulgar and rising desire, cradling your face in his palms, backing you towards your bed without breaking apart from you.

He lets go of your lips for a second when the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, and you fall on your bed, lying back as you look up at him, watching the rapid rise and fall of his chest and how disheveled he looks — you haven’t even started anything and he already looks so satisfied.

“We mustn’t go all the way,” he whispers as he crawls on top of you, holding himself up by his hands next to your head, humming in encouragement when you spread your legs enough for him to settle between them, “Keep it for another time, perhaps.”

“If you are saying this because of me, then just know that I’m okay if we do this… completely,” you breathe out, looking up into his eyes, watching as he leans down slowly, pulling your lips into a soft quick kiss, “Another time?”

“Maybe, darling,” he keeps pecking your lips, trailing his kisses from your lips to your cheek, rocking his hips forward, making you feel the ache in his pants, “For now, we must make sure you keep quiet.”

You bite your lip when he sucks a mark on your sensitive skin, lapping up on every inch he can get his tongue on, savoring the taste of your perfume — bitter or not — as he takes his time. But apparently, his self-control is near breaking with how he rubs the evident bulge in his pants against your clothed core.

“Fuck,” he groans and reaches down to undo your pants, pulling the fabric down urgently, straightening his back fully, and you take this chance to ubutton his shirt and push it off his broad shoulders, gasping sightly as you caress his heated skin from his collarbones down to his stomach, noticing how the muscles move as he gets rid of your pants.

You take off your shirt too, lying down beneath him with nothing on but your bra and underwear, legs resting against his hips while he runs the pad of his fingers along the length of your thighs.

“Please, don’t keep me waiting,” you whine, hands traveling down his v-line until you reach the pulsing tent that clearly needs some relief, “Please…”

“Fine, fine,” he breathes out, unzipping his pants and pushing it down to his knees with his briefs, sighing as his throbbing cock springs free, resting against his abdomen, “Fuck, darling, do you see what you do me? I’ve been aching all night for you.”

“In-ho…” you say, hands shyly wrapping around his dick, slowly moving up and down his length, eyes never leaving his face as he tips his head back and groans in delight when you squeeze his base, “Need to feel you.”

He opens his eyes and looks down at the wet spot on your underwear, cursing under his breath as he starts rubbing your cunt over your panties. His eyes darken even more when he sees how you start to tremble with the simplest touch.

In-ho pushes your panties aside, exhaling sharply when he finds out exactly how wet you are for him; folds drenched and arousal coating all over your pussy. His thumb traces your lower lips before he inches upward, circling your clit slowly, smirking when you close your eyes and grab the sheets.

“You look so beautiful,” he whispers, his free hand wrapping around yours as he guides your hand up and down on his cock faster, his thumb’s pace matching yours, “I can’t wait to see you fall apart for me.”

You gasp when he presses down on the bundle of nerves. With your head thrown back, you buck your hips against his finger, and with each stroke, you can feel how he does the same, thrusting into your fist faster.

But he pushes your hand away suddenly, positioning himself between your legs as he rests his cock over your cunt, rubbing himself over you with intensity. He grabs a hold of your hips, thrusting his cock against your clit, letting your wetness coat his cock with each snap of his hips.

“Put it in, I must feel you—“

“I can’t, darling,” he gasps, squeezing your hips, “We can’t do more than this because if Gi-hun ever finds out—“

“Just the tip! Please, In-ho, this is what I want! You said anything, just put the tip in!” You nearly whine again loudly, your hands holding onto his forearms, “He won’t find out, nothing will change.”

“You’re just begging to be ruined,” he spits the words out, grabbing his cock from the base, slapping the head against your sensitive nerves before lines up himself with your soaked entrance, circling the hole before he pushes in very slowly, his nails digging into your hip while yours break through his skin, “Fuck, darling.”

The sound he makes almost makes you come on spot, and with the thick head of his cock stretching you out, you know you won’t be able to hold back much longer.

“You’re so warm,” he groans, trying his best not to snap his hips forward and fuck you like an animal. He reminds himself he must hold back, he must make sure he doesn’t lose his composure and get lost in the way your walls pulsate and hold onto his cock so beautifully.

“Please, move—“ you gasp when his thumb starts circling again as soon as he pulls out barely and thrusts back inside as gently as he can — just the tip — because if he lets go of the little restraint he has mustered up to keep, he will pin you to the bed all night.

“Not enough, In-ho—“ you reply, locking your legs around his waist, pulling him in as best as you can, but he stops you by grabbing your jaw forcefully, nails digging in your cheeks, and he leans down to look directly into your eyes.

“It has to be enough,” he groans when he feels you tightening your inner walls around him, “Don’t. You’re treading on thin ice already.”

“I need it—“

“Fine, have it your way.”

He doesn’t let go of your face when he bottoms out in one thrust, resting his forehead on yours as he shakes atop of you, his balls resting against the curve of your ass.

If it wasn’t for his hand, you would be moaning his name out loud for the entire neighborhood to hear. He fills you up to the brim, stretching your walls out deliciously, giving you exactly what you want.

You are close, and more importantly, judging by the way his cock throbs inside of you, he is close too. You bite his thumb when he starts moving in and out, his hips snapping to yours and his cock nudging those sweet spots deep inside you that has your head swirling with pleasure.

Your hands go to his broad shoulders, scratching and rubbing his skin while he fucks you; no sign of any self control whatsoever. He moves quickly but carefully, after all, he does not wish to wake his friend up and get caught giving a mind-blowing orgasm to his friend’s daughter.

The knot in your stomach breaks, legs shaking and chest heaving as your peak washes over your body, euphoria rushing through your veins while In-ho keeps his pace, fucking you through your orgasm until he reaches his high.

He pulls out immediately, stroking himself until he shoots his load on your stomach and bra, throwing his head back as he sits up on his knees, his dick twitching while he pumps his cum all over you. He falls next to you on the bed, both of your bodies shaking with the aftermath of the ecstatic moment you experienced.

“I don’t want to, but I must go to the guest room,” he tells you gently, reaching to tuck your hair behind your ear, “I wish I could stay longer but…”

“Don’t worry, I will clean up myself,” you smile, turning your head to kiss his palm, “Besides, we can’t risk getting caught.”

He nods and sits up on the bed, pulling his pants and briefs on before he reaches for his shirt on the ground, standing up to get dressed before he leaves.

“I never understand why your father has a four bedroom house while he is in debt,” he tries to make small talk, making you chuckle and lean up on your elbows, “It’s not rational.”

“Gi-hun is greedy,” you shrug, “He loves to spend and hates to make money.”

“That explains it,” he sighs, pushing his hands into the pockets of his pants, “Goodnight, darling. Again, I’m sorry you have to deal with that all by yourself.”

“Goodnight, In-ho.”

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rafesbowbunny · 5 months ago

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𝜗𝜚 bunny!reader's snowy christmas with bf!rafe

summary; rafe surprises you on christmas day, then bunny!reader surprises him with the best christmas present he could ask for ૮꒰ ྀི>⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

c!w; mdni !! soft!dom!rafe, established relationship, mentions of a previous argument, use of the nicknames rafey, baby, and bunny obviously, making out, heavy petting, restraints (handcuffs), i guess you could say roleplay? (she wears bunny ears), 'unprotected' sex, p in v, dirty talk, rough sex, manhandling, size kink, slight breeding kink - they go at it like bunnies if you catch my drift loll.

notes; merry christmas to those who celebrate ! either way here's a little piece about our favourite girl and rafe enjoying christmas day tehe & sorry i didn't wanna make this too longgg !

you and rafe had gotten into a huge fight over some guys hitting on her at a kook christmas party, three days before christmas, this might've been the biggest one ever.

you'd been crying for three days, absolutely beside yourself. now here you were on christmas eve, alone and driving to a huge ski cabin that you and rafe had previously booked but you'd forgotten until yesterday when you got an email from airbnb.

the drive had been quiet and dull, not even your favourite music being able to cheer you up. it was late when you pulled up to the lodge, the area completely dark as the place was secluded, you pulled your pink suitcases from the car and dragged them through the snow and onto the porch. thank god the keys were where the owner said they'd been hidden, you didn't know what you'd do if you had to find a way to get into the warm lodge at 7 'oclock at night.

you swung the door open, instantly the smell of pine hit you and you walked in, locking the door behind you and breathing out deeply as you set your bags down. you beamed at the christmas tree sitting in the corner of the big cozy living room, it was bare but the thought counted, you made a mental note to give the place a good review so far.

you headed to the huge wooden staircase, sighing and wishing rafe was here to effortlessly carry your bags, and probably you, up them. it took you pulling with all your strength, the bags bumping up every step to finally have them there. you walked into the master bedroom smiling at the soft and absolutely massive bed in front of you before frowning, remembering you would be sleeping alone on this trip.

you took a while to unpack, seeing as no one else was here you thought you might as well just do what you want and relax. it was nearing midnight when you were sat at the vanity in the corner, doing your skincare before bed. finally you cozied into the huge bed, laying dead middle of it. it felt wrong. completely bare, especially as you lay there in a little cami and pink victoria secret pants still adorning your legs when they'd normally be off if rafe had any say in it.

eventually, you drifted off to sleep, a frown situated on your face.

you thought you were imagining things when you heard jingling coming from downstairs, half awake with your eyes still closed a million thoughts ran through your head. you sat up quickly, realising there in fact had to be someone downstairs, the sound was real. what the hell?

you pulled rafe's grey college hoodie over your head before sneaking carefully downstairs, praying that someone hadn't decided to rob the place for christmas, that was the last thing you needed. when you finally turned the corner and the living room came into better view, your mouth fell ajar at the sight in front of you.

"rafe..?" you squeaked, still not knowing if you were dreaming or not. the dirty blonde turned around from facing the christmas tree, it now covered in pink, white and silver ornaments, your ornaments.

his lips tightened into a warm smile, "hey baby... sorry, i hope i didn't wake you up too early" he cooed, your heart panged in your chest, his tone so warm and inviting. but you wanted answers.

you stepped off the bottom of the stairs, "what're you doing here?? how did you even get in?" you said, brow furrowed as your tried to comprehend the fact that your boyfriend, whom you were not even talking to with, was standing right in front of you.

he sighed, putting ornaments down from in his hands and walked towards you. he grabbed your hands softly and massaged them in his, "'m so sorry bunny. i never should've shouted at you the way i did, its not your fault every guy turns his head and tries something with you. i should be honoured to have a gorgeous girlfriend, not angry." he confessed, his brow furrowing in shame as he spoke. "i realised late last night and saw the reminder on our airbnb account so i rushed here early this morning, i couldn't ruin christmas for you baby."

you were speechless. your lips formed into a thin line as you stared at him in silence for a moment, he couldn't even look you in the eyes he was so ashamed. you drove into him, your arms wrapping tightly around his waist, "i never wanna fight like that again rafe... i missed you so so much." you mumbled into his chest. he wrapped his arms around you too and kissed the top of your head.

"i know. 'm sorry you had to sleep alone here last night baby, i was gettin' all this ready" he softly replied, stroking your head as you rested it on his chest. "i hated it. and the bed is sooo big, i'm never doing that again" you huffed, pulling your face away from him now.

he looked down into your eyes with a sneaky grin, "really? hm. i wanna see"

you pulled him by the hand as the two of you walked upstairs and into the bedroom, your stuff kind of everywhere, contrasting the cozy rustic setting. he was smirking even more now as the two of you gazed on the huge soft bed, "see, it was so weird not having you next to me." you pointed out. rafe slowly nodded, scanning the clutter of your things across the room when his eyes landed on a little white christmas present tied up with a red bow.

"oh... that um, that's for you" you remarked, walking over to grab it with flushed cheeks. rafe beamed at you and sat on the bed, "you're blushing quite a lot baby, is this a present for me... or us.?"

you shrugged sheepishly, handing the box to him, he just chuckled a little before pulling the bow off and opening it. underneath the tissue paper, there sat a fluffy and white lace lingerie set, with bunny ears and fluffy handcuffs too with a little note on top that said "since you always say i'm your bunny, i'm your snow bunny today baby <3"

his lips parted has he stared down at the gift, note in hand, completely stunned. rafe had no idea that you'd be into something like handcuffs, but ever since you'd gotten comfortable, him being your first time and all, he seemed to be discovering a lot about you sexually. this was the second most shocking thing, the first being that you recently seemed to always want to have sex with him. he called you bunny affectionately for the longest time but had no idea how accurate he was when it came down to joking to topper and kelce about you two always 'going at it like bunnies'.

"oh jesus bunny this is..." he breathed deeply, shaking his head, "this is... wow." he looked up at you with wild eyes, an ecstatic grin planted on his face now. you fiddled with your fingers behind your back nervously, smiling back at him, you were so glad he loved his gift.

you managed to squeak out, "wanna try out your gift now..? or-" he jumped up and scooped your face with his big hands, planting a deep heated kiss on your lips before pulling apart, "yes now. the other gifts can wait."

heat radiated from your cheeks, you could feel it pooling in your tummy too as you grabbed the lingerie from the box, "okay rafey" you chirped, heading into the ensuite bathroom.

you swung the bathroom door open, smiling from ear to ear with the bunny ears perfectly perched on your head.

"oh bunny." rafe practically moaned, he was beside himself, his cock completely rock hard from the note and gift itself, seeing it on you now could nearly make him cum his pants.

you walked over to him, swaying your lips a little before planting your paws on his knees. he swallowed heavily, almost shaking in excitement. you'd never seen him so hard before, you could feel the hot spit pooling in your mouth, threatening to drool all over his pants. you palmed him slowly, making sure to tease at his swollen tip.

he grabbed your waist hungrily, "i'm so glad this cabin is so secluded, because i'm about to make you scream my name baby." he rasped, his gaze raking over your figure before he grinned up at you, pulling you onto his lap and immediately connecting his lips to yours desperately.

you rutted against his thick bulge, slipping little moans between kisses as the friction added to the heat in your tummy and the wetness in between your legs.

rafe groaned loudly with his hands grip bruising on your hips. "bunny- fuck, you keep grinding on my dick like that and i'm gonna cum right here, right now." he admitted, all breathy. you pulled back with a smile, your face flushed from how turned on you are, nodding you just tugged at his shirt before sliding your hands under, feeling his toned chest.

he practically ripped the long sleeve off, wanting to be skin to skin with only the lacey, fluffy bralette in the way. rafe drove into your tits, they were spilling out of the top, making it easy for him to lick and suckle on your sensitive flesh even through the cups.

your hands trailed down to rafe's bulge, wanting it out from under all the fabric now. you yanked at the button and tore down the zipper, chewing at your bottom lip in anticipation.

your face was now mashed into the bed, eyes rolling back, rafe had discarded his clothes and your panties long ago. unfortunately he did rip the stringy fabric apart getting to your wet cunt but he mumbled the promise of a replacement, besides, you couldn't care less at this point.

he was nailing you from behind, your arms in cuffs behind your back that he was tugging on. deep hard strokes as his pelvis hit your ass, causing the flesh to bounce back, leaving an amused smirk on rafe's lips. "fuck- your pussy's clenching me so good, you love being manhandled hmm?" he rasped, still driving his cock into you as he spoke. you just responded with an incoherent satisfied mumble, completely fucked out already, rafe had been throwing you around the large plush bed and he didn't intend on stopping anytime soon.

"aww 's my bunny been fucked dumb? brain not working from this huge cock?" he teased before sliding his dick out, still throbbing and erect, he flipped you over with a grin and watched as you instinctively let your legs fall open for him. your pussy was sopping with your juices, and a previous creampie rafe had released into you before going right back to driving his cock into you.

he grabbed one of your legs and threw it up against his shoulder, your knees so weak it hung loosely over. rafe began dragging his huge leaking cock over your folds, making sure to get to your weeping hole and push only his fat tip in for a second before pulling out and toying with your clit again. "mmm, rafey..." you groaned in frustration, all you could think of, all you wanted, was him continuing to jackhammer you into the bed.

when you least expected it, he finally obliged, gripping roughly on a hip with one hand and a thigh with another. "god bunny, 'm g'na fill this pretty pussy with my cum again," he strained, "'g'na be so full up, your brain's never g'na recover."

you drew out a moan, as he picked up his pace, plowing into you, the bunny ears still on your head bouncing with his thrusts. he placed a hand on your tummy where you could spot a large bulge poking earlier, pressing down and your eyes rolled back when he began toying with your clit too.

the plap-plap-plap of his thrusts beginning to grow sloppy as you were reaching your peak made your head spin. "ray! ... g'na cum-" you squeaked out just a second before your cunt clenched around him, milking him into spilling into your begging pussy, groaning gutturally.

rafe buckles on top of you, too fucked out to jam his leaking cum back inside you, "you're so perfect" he mumbled into the crook of your neck. both your sweaty bodies clung together in the sheets until rafe slowly lifted himself up, sliding out of you finally.

he ran a hand through his greasy bangs with a dopey grin, "c'mon bunny, gotta clean ourselves up now" he cooed, gesturing towards the large ensuite as he looked at the sticky mess between your thighs.

you smiled up at him, taking the bunny ears off, knowing he was gonna have you on your knees in a minute while the water rushed over the both of you.

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ripcupid · 1 year ago

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FOCUS

“I can’t wait ‘till we chill, what you wanna do?”

- you left Price with the kids as you went on date, the date couldn’t be bad right?

୨୧ ex husband! price x reader

୨୧ word count: 2.6k 😨

୨୧ yes the title is a nct 127 reference! (If you even know who they are) also sorry for being gone for 4 months 🤭

“John, can you come pick me up?” You shiver in the cool night air, pressing your phone to your ear as you hold yourself.

“Was he that bad?” Price snickers on the other side of the phone, “I told ya, love,” he chuckles making you roll your eyes at the pet name.

“Shut up,” you huff, annoyance lacing your tone mixed with a hint of amusement. “Just hurry… please.”

“Alright, alright I’m comin’.” Price hangs up the phone, leaving you to wait in the cold a little longer before his car pulls up in front of you.

You find yourself smiling as you stare at Price's hands gripping the steering wheel, dropping your smile as he glances over at you, a sly grin spreading across his face. “I see ya looking, love,” he teases, looking from the corner of his eyes over at you.

You roll your eyes playfully, feeling a warmth in your chest at his teasing. "Just drive, John," you say, unable to stop the smile tugging at your lips. You turn in your seat to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks, grateful for the darkness of the car.

Price chuckles softly, the sound making your heart flutter as he drives the familiar route to your home. As you get out of the car, Price leans over the console, his eyes trailing over your body before locking with yours. "You gonna let me come in?" he asks, a smirk playing on his lips, "you know, say goodnight to my kids?"

"Fine, but just for a minute," you reply, trying to sound stern but failing. You feel his gaze lingering on you as Price follows you through to the front door and up to your twin's room.

You lean against the door frame, watching as he bends down to kiss your sleeping son goodnight, a warmth spreading through your chest at the sight of him being a dad all over again, remembering all the times like this before the divorce. He moves over to your daughter's bed and tucks her in tighter, whispering a soft goodnight.

"Are you staying for breakfast?" your daughter mumbles, looking up at Price with sleepy eyes. He looks down at her with a soft smile, "I don’t know, Ya gotta ask your mom first, sweetheart." Your daughter looks over at you with hopeful eyes, silently asking for permission.

"Of course, daddy can stay for breakfast, " you say with a smile as your daughter's face lights up with joy, "but you gotta go to sleep now." Price nods in agreement, giving the twins a final goodnight kiss before quietly leaving the room with you.

You walk him back downstairs, heading to the kitchen to grab two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. As you pour the drinks, Price leans against the counter, staring at you with a loving gaze. "What, John?" you ask, noticing the look in his eyes.

"Nothing, love, just looking," he replies, making your face heat up with a blush that you try to hide by turning back to the drinks.

"Don't call me that," you say under your breath, handing him a glass. "I'm not your wife anymore." Price takes the glass from you, a grin spreading across his face.

"Oh come on, what, you don't like it anymore? I thought you loved it when I called you that," he teases, taking a sip of his whiskey. You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the memories that flood back at his words.

"Yeah, when we were married" you mutter, taking a sip of your drink and avoiding his gaze as you stand across from him. Price chuckles, setting his glass down on the counter. He steps closer to you, holding your cheek gently in his hand. You wanna push him away but you can't help the familiar warmth that spreads through you as he cradles your face. He lifts your chin, locking eyes with you.

His thumb traces your lips softly, a gesture that still makes your heart race despite the months you've been apart. He pulls you closer, his lips brushing against yours causing your breathing to hitch in your throat. The familiar smell of his cologne clouds around you as you grab onto his shirt, bunching the fabric in your fists. "John, we can't keep doing this," you whisper in the small space between you.

"Tell me no then, and I'll stop," he responds his voice barely above a whisper. The tension between you two is palpable, but you never tell him to stop knowing that deep down, you don't want him to.

"One kiss won't hurt," you rationalize, leaning in to meet his lips with yours. The kiss is slow and passionate as he holds your face in his hand gently, letting his tongue slide against yours. As the kiss deepens, his hands roam over your back, holding you against him. You can feel yourself losing control as his hand slips under your dress, resting on the curve of your ass.

Price kneads the soft flesh with a hunger that matches his own, sending a rush of desire between your legs. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you run your fingers through his hair, tugging gently. "John, upstairs, please," you pant breathlessly between kisses.

"Ya sure?" You nod eagerly, letting him lift you effortlessly in his arms and carry you up the stairs to your bedroom. As he lays you down on your bed, he leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses along your neck and collarbone, making you bite down on your lip to stifle a moan. He slides down the straps of your dress, exposing your bare chest to the cool air of the room.

The anticipation builds as he kisses down the center of your chest, your back arching in response to his touch. You hold the back of his head in your hands as he moves to your tits, kissing and teasing your sensitive nipples until they harden under his touch. Your breathing quickens as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before gently sucking.

You look down at him with desire, feeling the growing ache between your legs. As he continues to suck your tits, you push your hips up against him, silently begging for more. Price moves to the other nipple, giving it the same attention as the first. His hands move slowly down your sides, tracing every curve of your body as he buries his face in your chest.

You moan softly as Price releases your nipple with a pop, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he sits up to look down at you. "Look at you, love," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "So fucking beautiful." He pulls the rest of your dress off, revealing your naked body underneath before moving to your heels and slowly removing them, placing gentle kisses on each of your ankles as he does so.

You watch in anticipation as he spreads your legs apart, a smirk playing on his lips as he sees the growing damp spot on your panties. "No one's been taking care of my girl, huh?" He teases, sliding his hands up your thighs until they reach the edge of your panties. You shake your head, unable to form words as his fingers brush against the damp fabric, making you gasp softly.

"I gotcha now, don't worry," he whispers, his voice low and husky as he slowly slides your panties off, leaving you completely exposed to him. You sit up to stare down at him as he positions himself between your legs, his warm breath teasing your inner thighs. Price places a kiss on your aching clit, pushing your thighs to your chest to give him better access.

"Missed this pretty pussy of yours," he murmurs, looking up at you, making you shy away from his intense gaze. Your breath hitches as he leans in, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe up your slit before he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking gently. Your hands instinctively reach for his head, your fingers tangling in his hair as you moan softly, grinding your hips against his face.

Price pulls back, replacing his mouth with his fingers, slowly sliding them inside you as he watches your reactions closely, a smug smile playing on his lips. "You taste so good," he grunts, his voice low and rough. His tongue presses against your clit, flicking and teasing the sensitive bud until you're squirming and arching your back in pleasure, unable to contain your moans. "Shh, the kids are asleep," he whispers, his fingers moving faster inside you, his other hand gripping your hip tightly. "Can't -fuck, you feel so good," you moan, trying to reach for his hand.

"You wanna hold my hand, love?" he chuckles when you nod, intertwining his fingers with yours as his fingers curl inside you in just the right way to make you gasp. You cover your mouth with your free hand, trying to muffle your moans as Price returns to your clit, sucking and licking the bud with the same fervor as his fingers. Your hips sputter and buck against his face as you feel the heat building in your core, his touch driving you closer to the edge with each movement.

"I'm gonna cum, John, please, baby, don't stop," you whimper, your voice shaky with need. Price lets go of your hand, reaching up to knead your tits, teasing your nipples as he continues his ministrations. As you feel the tension in your body reaching its peak, you clamp your hand over your mouth to stifle the loud moans threatening to escape.

"That's it, love, come for me," he murmurs against your cunt. Your hips arch off the bed as you finally reach your climax, reaching for his hand for support as you desperately ride out the waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Price holds your hips tightly as you shudder and gasp, your body still trembling from the intensity of your orgasm.

You lay limp under him, panting softly as he presses gentle kisses along your inner thighs before kissing his way back up your body. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to your lips, kissing him slowly and deeply, tasting yourself on his lips.

Price's hands roam over your body, cupping your tits, eliciting soft moans from your lips as he brushes over your sensitive nipples. You continue to kiss him passionately, trying to get his shirt off, eager to feel his bare skin against yours.

Price breaks away from the kiss, his eyes never leaving yours as he quickly removes his shirt, revealing his toned chest. You chew on your bottom lip as he moves to his pants, pulling them down just enough to reveal his cock straining against his boxers.

Your breath hitches at the sight, anticipation building as he pulls himself free from his boxers, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. He wraps a hand around himself, stroking slowly as he watches your reaction, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Don't look so surprised," he groans, tightening his hand around his cock, "I know you can take it, love." You spread your legs wider, eager for him to fill you as you feel the heat pooling between your legs again.

You reach down to touch yourself, moaning softly as you match his rhythm, the anticipation of him inside you driving you wild. "I want you inside me, please," you whimper, your voice barely audible over the sound of his heavy breathing.

Price pulls you closer, pushing your legs further apart as he positions himself at your entrance, whispering, "Keep 'em open for me, okay?” You nod, eagerly waiting as his cock teases your wetness before finally sliding inside you. His eyes stay fixed on your cunt as he slowly slides deeper into you.

You sit up to watch as he slowly starts to thrust in and out, a whiny moan escaping your lips as you watch him disappear into you. The feeling of him stretching you out makes your jaw go slack, your hands gripping the sheets as you look up at him, feeling every inch of him filling you up completely. "Is this good?" Price asks, leaning over you, his eyes focused on your face as he starts to move inside you with a slow and steady rhythm.

"Oh my -fuck, yes," you manage to gasp out. You cling to Price desperately, your nails digging into his biceps as you meet his thrusts with your movements. Price holds your face gently in his hands, his eyes locked with yours as he whispers, "You feel so good, baby -god your body was fucking made for me."

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he lazily plants soft kisses along your collarbone. You hold onto him tighter, savoring the feeling of his lips on your skin and the weight of his body against yours.

The room is filled with the sound of heavy breathing and your soft quiet moans as his cock slowly brings you to the edge once again. Price pants heavily against your ear, his movements becoming more urgent and desperate as he drives you both toward release. The soft sound of his name escaping your lips in a breathless plea only spurs him on even further, his hand gripping your hips possessively as he speeds up his thrusts, determined to have you come around his cock.

His eyes are locked on yours, filled with love and desire as he watches you unravel beneath him. You lean up to capture his lips in a hungry, passionate kiss, moaning against his mouth as your clit bumps against his pelvis with each thrust. Your body curls into his, your nails digging into his back as you feel the pressure building in your core. "I'm gonna come," you gasp, feeling the tension in your body reaching its peak.

"I know, love, me too," he grunts with a chuckle. Price's movements become more urgent as he feels your gummy walls spasm around him, pushing him closer to his own release as he helps you ride out your orgasm, his own release not far behind. He holds you close, grunting in your ear as he begs to come inside you.

"Please, let me come inside you," he pleads, his voice strained with desire. You nod slowly, still dazed from the intensity of your climax, feeling his thrusts becoming more desperate and sloppy as he reaches his peak. As he finally releases inside you, you whimper softly in response to the overwhelming sensation of him filling you up.

Price collapses on top of you, both of you breathing heavily before he rolls off to the side, pulling you into his arms and kissing your forehead gently. "This is the last time, John," you mutter, tracing lazy patterns on his stomach with your fingertips. Price chuckles softly, making you look up at him. "You said that last time, love," he teases, causing you to pull away to face him.

"I mean it this time," you insist, getting up from the bed and grabbing your clothes. "We can't keep doing this," you say, walking to your bathroom. Price watches you through the open doorway as you turn on the shower. "Can I at least shower with you?" he asks with a sly grin as he gets up from your bed, tucking himself back into his boxers.

You look at him where he stands in your doorway, a mixture of frustration and desire evident in your eyes. "Fine, but this is the last time," you say with a sigh, unable to resist him as he follows you into the bathroom. Price's grin widens as he follows you into the shower, knowing he has once again won you over once again.

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fou4summer · 2 months ago

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A summer to remember

yoo jaeyi × fem!reader

Synopsis: Spending the summer in a quiet countryside by the sea was supposed to be a break from everything, until your parents introduce you to Yoo Jaeyi. Her family moved here while you were in the city. What starts as irritation slowly shifts into something else, as the days pull you both closer in ways neither of you expected.

Warnings: kinda enemies to lovers

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2.3k

Summer had started, and you were packing your bags for the time you’d be spending away from home in the city. Your parents had already packed and were waiting for you by the front door. You thought this was going to be just like every year. Boring summer in the quiet countryside, where only the waves of the sea could be heard. The people there were usually older, so you often found yourself by yourself, reading books or doing other things like that.

You finally arrived after what felt like days, but it was only a couple of hours. Your parents had already unloaded the car, carrying your stuff into the house. You were scrolling through your phone, even though the signal was already bad. You heard your parents talking with someone, so you made your way over to them.

You arrived, slipping your phone into the pocket of your shorts, and saw a couple about your parents’ age. After introducing yourself, the young couple mentioned that they had a daughter your age and that’s when you saw her. She was carrying your bag and stopped in front of you and the others. You both exchanged looks before she smiled at your parents, completely ignoring you.

"Sir, I’ve got the bag. If it’s okay with you, I can take it to the room where you need it." She spoke very politely, but it was obvious she was faking it. Your parents didn’t seem to notice.

"Jaeyi, introduce yourself to Y/N. She’s your age, and you two can hang out. She’s a lovely young girl!" Her mom said in a sweet tone, placing a hand on your shoulder, making your parents chuckle.

"Jaeyi, Yoo Jaeyi." She held out her hand, waiting for you to shake it. You nodded and took her hand.

"Y/N, nice to meet you, Jaeyi." You smiled before your parents told you to take your bags to your room while they talked a bit with Jaeyi’s parents. She insisted on helping you carry the bags, and your mom praised her for being so nice.

"Thank you for helping. My parents made me bring a lot of stuff..." You trailed off, but she cut you off by exiting the room and slamming the door shut. You were so confused and irritated. Why had she slammed the door like that? You tried to ignore whatever had happened and focused on unpacking. You finished pretty quickly, but you were exhausted.

After lying down on your bed, you started thinking about your new 'friend.' What was her problem? You got lost in your thoughts so much that you didn’t hear your parents calling you. Then your dad entered your room.

"Y/N, come downstairs and get ready. We’re going out for dinner. I always have to call you a million times..." He mumbled the last sentence. You sighed as you got up from your bed, got ready, and went downstairs.

As you walked down the street, your parents were talking about which restaurant to go to. You were looking around, taking in the beauty of the night. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a familiar figure, so you told your parents you'd be right back. You were right. By the bridge that extended over the sea, you saw Jaeyi. You didn’t want to talk to her because you found her too quiet, but you were curious about why she acted that way.

"Hey, neighbor." She turned around at the mention of the dumb nickname. She looked annoyed, just as you were. She sighed before picking up her skateboard from the floor.

"What do you want, city girl? You're getting on my nerves." She said, adjusting her white hat.

"No need to be a bitch from the start. What did I even do to you?" You asked, even though you shared the same feelings toward her.

"Do I need a reason to find you irritating? I thought you’d be smarter since you’re from a big city." She said, laughing at her own joke. You scoffed before replying.

"I mean, you get on my nerves too with your overly polite act, but at least I try to be nice, unlike someone here." You said, fiddling with the ring on your finger. She dropped her skateboard on the floor and rode off without saying goodbye. You ran a hand through your hair as you noticed her white jacket, forgotten on the bench.

You wanted to just leave it there, given how she had acted toward you, but in the end, you found yourself carrying her jacket over your shoulder as you joined your parents at a nearby restaurant.

"Y/N, where were you? The food’s already here." Your mom asked as you started eating.

"Uh, I just wanted to take a picture of the sea..." You mumbled, avoiding eye contact. You didn’t want your parents to know you’d actually been with Jaeyi, because then they’d think you were friends. And you definitely didn’t want that.

You finished dinner and were already on your street. Jaeyi’s house was right next to yours, and that’s how you ended up in their yard, drinking orange juice because your parents practically forced you to say hi and be a good neighbor. It wasn’t until later that you realized why her parents kept glancing at you every once in a while. You were holding her jacket. You’d completely forgotten about it and just ended up carrying it around.

When you realized, you quickly got up, wanting to return it to her room without her noticing, since it would make it seem like you cared. After explaining to her parents why you had her jacket, her mom smiled warmly.

"Honey, you can leave it in her room upstairs. And thank you, she always forgets things easily." She said, pointing to the door that led to her room. After leaving the jacket, you couldn’t help but look around for a bit. She had a lot of skateboards, and her room was huge. It literally screamed Jaeyi. Then, she appeared right behind you.

"What the heck are you doing here?! Get out!" She almost yelled, making you jump a little. The worst part was that she wasn’t alone. Behind her was a guy, slightly taller than her, scrolling through his phone. You don’t know why, but you suddenly disliked her ten times more than you had before. You didn’t even realize that he had already entered the room like he was there before, and it made you furious. But at the same time, it made you want to cry.

"I-I'm sorry, I'll go." You muttered. You didn’t know why you just apologized to Yoo Jaeyi, the girl you couldn’t stand ever since you came.

"Weirdo..." You heard her mumble as you walked past her. She saw you wipe your face, but didn’t want to care. It wasn’t until later, when she saw her white jacket, the one she had been searching for, neatly folded on her chair, that it hit her. She felt bad, but she pushed those feelings aside when she remembered it was you.

You ran out of her house, wiping your face. If someone asked you why you were crying, you’d tell them you didn’t know. Because, honestly, you had no idea. Was it because of the guy? Or because she let him into her house? Or was it because you realized you had feelings for her, the girl who had called you annoying and irritating, even though you had the same thoughts about her?

Your parents were too busy chatting with their new favorite friends, who probably assumed you had the same experience with their daughter. Meanwhile, you were crying in your room, unsure why, but you didn’t want it to be because of her.

You avoided Jaeyi for the next couple of days. You noticed that, even though you two couldn’t stand each other, you saw each other every day and even talked. Well, actually argued, but whatever. Now, you were in your room all day until your parents dragged you out for a night walk, saying this was a vacation and you shouldn’t spend the whole summer in your room.

The streets were quiet, yet there were so many people. You passed the bridge and turned around to look at it a few times, enough for your mom to notice.

"Is everything okay, Y/N?" She asked. You nodded, staying quiet. As you continued walking and having small conversations with your parents, your dad asked, "Hey, isn’t that Jaeyi? Is that her boyfriend? How cute."

That made you turn around and look at the scene ahead of you. She was with the same boy from before, holding hands. It made you sick, and so many thoughts filled your head.

"I’m sorry, I don’t feel well. I’ll head home, and you two continue. See you later!" You tried to sound normal, even though it was obvious something was off.

"Wait! Y/N, dear!" Your mom yelled, but you were already heading home.

Jaeyi saw your parents, then noticed a familiar figure behind them, walking in the opposite direction. She excused herself, leaving the poor guy confused. She ran past your parents, making them turn around. She grabbed your wrist, making you turn around.

"Y/N..." She whispered. You jerked your hand away, but she quickly grabbed it again, dragging you to the same bridge where you had insulted each other days ago. You felt tears on your cheeks, and you felt more embarrassed than ever, so you looked down. She lifted your chin before wiping your tears away.

"You can cry. I won’t call you annoying. I promise." That made you smile as you looked up at her. She noticed you were still thinking about something, so she wanted to tell you everything. She felt like she was losing a lot of time.

"Y/N... I-I like you, and I’ve liked you ever since you came here. When I saw you get out of the car, that’s when I started to have feelings for you. That guy works at the shop where my dad buys stuff for fishing, and I never agreed to date him. I never liked him in the first place. I wanted to like him because I knew you would eventually go back to the city, and-" You cut her off by pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She immediately returned the kiss, placing her hands around your waist and pulling you closer.

"That’s enough, calm down, won’t you?" You wrapped your arms around her neck, making her laugh at your statement.

"Sorry, was that not how you people kiss in the city?" She teased. You smacked her arm playfully, telling her to shut up.

"Close your eyes for a second." You placed your hands over her eyes.

"No peeking!" You laughed, hearing her voice as you ran away. You grabbed her skateboard, knowing she’d kill you if you broke it. She noticed and looked up from her hands.

"Hey Y/N! Stop right there!" She yelled, running after you. After catching up, she tickled you until you dropped the skateboard.

"Help me learn to ride it." You poked her waist as she started riding it on the bridge, you running next to her.

"Yoo Jaeyi! Come on, don’t be a jerk!" She laughed, waiting for you at the end of the bridge.

You catch up and sit down next to her. The night is beautiful, the sound of the waves crashing gently against the shore and the warm, comforting feel of summer surrounding you. The sky is dotted with stars, and everything feels peaceful, almost surreal. You look over at her as she gazes up at the stars, her face soft in the dim light, her expression lost in thought.

"Even if you go back, I will never stop liking you, Y/N. Please don’t forget about me until next summer." She says, her voice a bit shaky, revealing vulnerability you didn’t expect. You never thought you would see the mean, sarcastic Jaeyi soften like this. The words hang in the air, and for a moment, everything feels like it’s standing still.

You don’t say anything at first, just taking in her words. Instead, you gently turn her chin so she looks at you. Then, you kiss her again, letting the moment speak louder than words.

"I won’t forget someone as annoying as you." You whisper between kisses, still holding her hand.

"You’ve been on my mind since I first saw you." There’s a lightness in your chest now, a weight lifted you didn’t even realize you’d been carrying. You sit there, talking softly, letting the world pass by until it gets late. Eventually, you decide to take a walk back home, but not before she gives you her white jacket, a small gesture that means more than anything.

As you walk, she even helps you learn the basics of riding a skateboard. The night feels endless, and everything seems to fall into place. It’s simple, but perfect, like this is how things were always meant to be.

A/N: I'm running out of ideas lmaoo. If you have any ideas of what I sould write or maybe if you want pt2 of this let me know and thank you for all the support!

#yoo jaeyi #friendly rivalry #lee hyeri #kdrama #wlw #fem reader

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suugarbabe · 6 months ago

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Origin Stories

(part 2)

summary: baby first year matty arrives at hogwarts and the first person he interacts with seems to not know him at all. matty is unsure how to feel when someone treats him like just another person instead of the dark lords son

warnings: fluff, angst, baby matty, draco being an asshole even at 11

an: thank you @musingsofahufflepuff for reviewing and editing with me. lysm <3

Sleep did not come in the form of rest for Mattheo that night. Every time he closed his eyes he saw your face twisted in disgust, a variation of the same sentence leaving your mouth, “They told me the truth about you. You’re going to be just like your father. Nothing but a murderer. Don’t ever talk to me again Mattheo.” He woke up in a sheen of sweat, panting and trying to catch his breath.

Each intake of air felt like his lungs were shrinking; he grasped at his sleep shirt trying to feel if his heart was truly beating as quickly as it felt in his throat. The clock on his bedside table read 3:45am. Throwing back his duvet he slipped on his house loafers, glad that Feindre convinced him to take them to school. He made his way from his dorm and across the metal bridge that led to the common room.

He looked around the expansive common room, deciding on a lounge chair in front of the fire. Mattheo curled in on himself, sitting sideways in the chair and pulling his knees up. He laid his head against the back of the chair, doing his best to breathe deeply and focus on the crackling of the fire. What finally let him fall asleep was thinking about the train ride with you.

A shaking of his shoulders jolted him awake, “Andiamo, amico.” (C’mon, mate) He snapped his head up, seeing Theo Nott and Enzo Berkshire standing behind the chair. Enzo wore a toothy grin, his ears slightly peeking out from his hair; Theo almost looked concerned. Mattheo pulled the blanket tighter to his chin, though he didn’t remember having it when he fell asleep.

Theo must’ve seen his confused look, speaking up again, “I noticed you weren’t in bed when I woke up to use the bathroom last night so I brought you down your covers.” Enzo nodded like he was involved with the interaction, “You should probably go get dressed, we’re going to go to breakfast and then explore the castle to see where our lessons are.”

Mattheo still didn’t speak, instead looking briefly between the two boys. “We’ll wait for you compagno,” Theo sat down on the sofa next to Mattheo’s chair. Enzo nodded enthusiastically, following suit and sitting beside the taller boy. Mattheo silently gathered his blanket, making his way to his dorm.

He threw his blanket back on his bed before heading to his trunk, digging for a pair of trousers and casual shirt. Students had two free days to roam the castle and the grounds before classes were to begin and Mattheo decided he was going to take full advantage of not having to wear a uniform.

The door to the bathroom opened, Draco walking out and fixing his dress shirt in his trousers. He glanced at Mattheo as he pulled the t-shirt over his head, running both hands through his curls to fluff them slightly. Mattheo could hear the sneer in Draco’s tone as he spoke, “Is that what you’re wearing?”

Mattheo didn’t even give him a glance, “Do you have a problem with what I’m wearing, cousin?” Draco let out an annoyed sigh, “Auntie Bella would kill you if she saw you in that.” Mattheo grabbed his wand from his night stand, grip knuckle white but avoiding actually pointing it at his family member, “Well my mother isn’t here, is she.”

Draco rolled his eyes, “Whatever, let’s just go to breakfast. Theo and Enzo are already there.” Mattheo didn’t bother to tell him they were waiting downstairs. He personally wasn’t sure if they were doing it to be nice or if they were just trying to stay on Mattheo’s good side.

It was hard for him to assess who was being genuine with him versus who was trying to placate him due to his “title”. He didn’t get that feeling with you.

Mattheo followed Draco toward the common room, Theo and Enzo still sitting on the sofa where Mattheo left them. “Thought you two were headed to breakfast,” Draco questioned the soon to be dynamic duo on the sofa. “Waitin’ for Matt,” Theo nodded briefly towards Mattheo who couldn’t explain why his cheeks were warming slightly. “Yeah, Blaisey boy is saving us a spot,” Enzo gave a boyish grin.

“You know he’d curse you if he heard you call him that,” Theo fixed the strings on his tracksuit as they started towards the great hall. Enzo shrugged his shoulders, “That’s what his mum called him on the platform. And he can’t curse me, he doesn’t know any yet.”

Mattheo never knew how to interact with the back and forth. Never quite felt comfortable with joking with the rest of the boys growing up because his mother always told him that they were not his friends, they were his future followers.

“Yeah but you’re not his mother, Enzo. And we all know a few curses, you know that. Our parents made sure of it,” Theo was giving a playful tone but his words held true. They all knew it.

Entering the large doorway to the hall Draco spotted Blaise first. The latter boy had chosen a spot in damn near the middle of the table and Mattheo felt his stomach knotting again. He knew people were already going to stare at him, but this table placement felt like he was on display.

He would’ve much rather eaten at the far end of the table, where no one would likely notice him. He’d rather eat in the kitchens with the elves. He follows the others anyway, sitting on the farthest end so there’s plenty of bench on his left. That’s something he learned very early; always know where your escape route is.

Mattheo was too busy pushing the food around on his plate to notice you approaching. Your touch on his arm as you went to sit down was the first alert of your presence and, again, he flinched away. “M’sorr-” he starts to apologize but you’ve already cut him off, “S’okay, Matty, it’s my fault. I forgot.”

You turn to the rest of the boys around him, “Morning! So exciting we get to explore the castle today isn’t it?” Mattheo isn’t sure if you’re ignoring it, or you just are too blissed out on magic thoughts to notice the rest of his group looking at you nearly dumbfounded. Everyone else at the table knew the rule: never touch Mattheo. Yet here you were, still unharmed at that.

Draco’s platinum brow was raised, glancing between you and Mattheo, “I mean this in the rudest way possible…who are you?” You hum in acknowledgement, “Of course, m’so sorry I did the same thing to Mattheo on the train,” rubbing your toast hands on your jeans before holding it out to Draco and introducing yourself, punctuating your name with another bright smile.

He stares at your hand before glancing towards Mattheo. Enzo grabbed your hand instead, shaking it enthusiastically, “Lorenzo Berkshire, but call me Enzo, and this is Theodore Nott and that’s Blaise Zabini.” He nodded to the two boys on his and Mattheo’s other side.

“Just Theo is fine,” Theo corrected, “Can I ask…what’s a badger like you doing wandering into the snake den. Didn’t you hear? We Slytherins are dangerous.” All of a sudden it feels like Mattheo’s body is not his own, like he’s shrinking smaller and smaller inside himself and what’s sitting next to you on the bench is just a shell.

The back of his neck starts to feel damp and it's reminiscent of when he hears his mother call his name from across the manor. He’s terrified. So fearful that you’ll see the people around him as cruel and immediately associate that with him without questions. Then he’s alone again.

“You know a badgers bite actually has a BFQ of 109,” your response to Theo’s quip is quick and easy, not a hint of defensiveness in your tone. It’s simply…informative. Your response clearly confused most of the others as well, sweet and naive Enzo the only one open enough to ask for clarification, “What the hell is a BFQ?”

Between sips of his pumpkin juice Blaise speaks for the first time since you sat down, “Bite force quotient.” Theo rolls his eyes, “Yeah, okay but what does that even mean?” You stab a sausage with your fork and set it on your plate, knife in hand as you begin to cut it into smaller pieces, “It means that a badger bite has enough force to crush bone like I’m cutting this sausage.”

You take a bite from your fork before dancing it around in the air as you spoke, “Mmm, guess I’m just saying to mind your tone because,” you took another bite, “yeah snakes are all in your face, hissing and what not, venom blah blah…but badgers are unassuming. People see them as dumb little furry rodents so no one is quite ready when they BAM!” You stabbed a piece of cut sausage with enough force to rattle your plate and cause all the boys, including Mattheo, to flinch, “they come in for the kill.”

“Anyway, heard we’re going to actually get to learn how to fly?!” You continued with your meal like nothing was the matter, “Personally I’m quite chuffed about it, you lot already know how I’m assuming?”

Enzo laughed nervously, scratching lightly at the base of his neck, “Yeah we kinda all already know how mostly. But ehm, where’d, erm, where’d you learn that badger thing? You read a lot?” You shrugged, continuing to eat as normal, “I mean, I do like to read. But I did a project on badgers in primary, ironic huh?” You went to nudge Mattheo with your elbow before stopping halfway, seemingly remembering his issue.

His stomach dropped, fearing you’d never want to get close to him again. Theo spoke up, clearly still confused, “Is no one going to explain primary to us now?” Blaised sighed, though eleven he seemed to have the patience for his peers as that of a seventh year, “It’s muggle school, they start young, like six or seven years old.”

“Muggle school?” Draco looks at you like you’re covered in filth and his voice is like nails on a chalkboard to Mattheo, “Cousin…you let a muggle sit with you on the train? With us here? At breakfast?”

There it was again, that sinking, shell like feeling, only now any emptiness was being filled with anger. Without Mattheo’s help you were quick to quip back, “Technically my parents are muggles, I got my letter the same way all of you did. That’s why I’m sitting here.”

Your obliviousness to the wizarding world and what each of their families and their titles held around you made you unlike any person Mattheo had ever met. He wasn’t quite sure yet if that made him scared or enamored.

“Watch out for the badger bite, Malfoy,” Theo teased the blond and everyone laughs. Mattheo laughs too, glancing in his peripheral to see your smile reaching your eyes and that his cousins words haven’t offended or have you wanting to run.

You take a sip of your pumpkin juice before wiping your lips with your napkin and starting to stand up. There it is, Mattheo thought, finally running. “You ready, Matty?” you’re fully standing now, hand across your middle holding your other arm. “W-what?” it was the first Mattheo had spoken since his interrupted apology.

“To see where our lessons are going to be? We should have most of them together I would assume, unless they separate the houses for most classes, but surely not right?” Mattheo stood up quickly, his heart dropping to his stomach and he scrambled to take out the course list that he had haphazardly shoved in his jeans pocket.

He smoothed it out on the table before holding it up next to yours, “Oh see, no worries then, we’ve got most of them together.” Theo asked to see your list, comparing it to his, Enzo’s and Blaise’s. You all had a mix of courses together, you and Mattheo seeming to have the most in similarity.

You asked the other’s to join you both in your exploration. Theo and Enzo agreed, Blaise said he was going to find the library. Draco said he would “find things on his own”, stalking off ahead of the rest of you, keeping a pace that would ensure he was no where near the rest of you.

“Is he always like that?” You were asking Mattheo, but Enzo answered, “Don’t worry about him, it’s not you. Well, erm…it might be you. But Malfoy doesn’t seem to like anyone really.”

Mattheo huffed a non-committal laugh, “Yeah, including himself.” The other two Slytherins laughed in agreement. You simply looked concerned, “I wonder where that comes from.”

You’re too kind for your own good, Mattheo thought to himself. Per usual, Enzo is eager to answer, “Oh his father is a nightmare. Real piece of work.” Theo snorted, “He’s not the only one, aye boys. Kind of a requirement with our group.”

Enzo barked out a laugh, Mattheo gave a half-hearted grunt. He glanced over at you, trying to gauge your thoughts. You were the hardest person he’s ever tried to read. Your face just held the same look, slight concern and something else Mattheo couldn’t quite put his finger on, but he hoped to Merlin it wasn’t pity.

All of the lessons seemed easy enough to find. Whether that was due to magic or not Mattheo wasn’t sure and he never truly had the desire or care to find out. Mattheo was just glad you were in nearly all of his courses.

The only ones the two of you didn’t share were potions and herbology. For some terribly bloody reason potions were split by houses, Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs together and Gryffindors with Slytherins. Mattheo was going to Avada himself if he had to hear his cousin and his idiot lap dogs try to get a rise out of Potter and his ginger friend all term.

Enzo somehow lucked out and got Herbology with you, whereas Mattheo was stuck with Theo and the others. Mattheo couldn’t help the jealousy that seemed to creep into his stomach each time you complimented something Enzo did during that lesson.

Even though you sat by him in every class, Mattheo craved your presence. He wasn’t able to describe exactly why he craved it, though. Maybe it was because you were kind. Or maybe because you were so smart and able to pick up on things easier than everyone else. Or maybe it was because you were the only person who didn’t give a rats ass who his father was.

The conversation, or more so argument, he overheard last week, confirmed it. He was going to meet you in one of the empty classrooms to work on transfiguration spells. For someone with founder’s blood in his veins he couldn’t transform a goblet to save his life.

“Why do you hang around him?” Mattheo heard someone ask, a Ravenclaw who he was pretty sure sat behind the two of you in charms. “Because he’s my friend?” Mattheo stopped in his tracks at the sound of your voice, clearly laced with a bit of annoyance he’s never heard from you before.

“But you know who his father is, don’t you? Haven’t you heard what he’s done?” The Ravenclaw girl was getting on Mattheo’s last nerve. He was ready to turn that corner, tell her to shut her prat mouth when you started speaking again.

“Mattheo is not his father, gods, why does it feel like I’m repeating that to everyone these days. People need to stop trying to warn me about him and maybe try to actually get to know him. He’s a really nice boy. And very funny. You’re being kind of a bitch, Padma.”

Padma scoffed, clearly deciding to walk another way to wherever she was headed as you turned the corner alone, nearly running into Mattheo, “Oh, wow, sorry Matty.”

So people were talking to you about him. They were trying to convince you to stop hanging around him, not to be friends with him. But you’re not listening, his internal thoughts rang as a reminder.

Your hand moving back and forth in front of his face brought him back to the present, “Where’d you go? Was like you were looking into another realm, is that a thing here? Can you guys, er, can we do that?” Mattheo completely ignored your inquiry and instead answered your question with another question, “Did you just call someone a bitch?”

The bridge of your nose seemed to display a light shade of pink and Mattheo couldn’t recall ever seeing you flustered before, “They were being mean.” He couldn’t help himself, a desperate need deep inside had to see if you would admit it, “What were they being mean about that warranted that response?”

You started walking towards your shared destination, but Mattheo couldn’t let it die. “C’monn,” he dragged the word out slightly, “we tell each other everything.” And that was mostly true on Mattheo’s part. He wasn’t so sure talking about watching his mother use unforgiveables on guests was something you needed to know; or even something you’d understand.

“Ehm, it was you,” your voice was small, nearly a whisper that Mattheo didn’t catch. “What? What’d you say?” You huffed, stopping in front of the door to the classroom you were meant to practice in, “They were being mean about you, Mattheo. Okay? I know I shouldn’t have called her that but…ugh, I am so sick and tired of people trying to convince me that you’re a bad person.”

That last part came out in a huff of frustration as you opened the door and walked inside. Mattheo couldn’t move. He was stuck in the doorway. You turned when you couldn’t hear his footsteps following you, “Are we still practicing?”

“How many people have tried to convince you I’m a bad person?” He truly didn’t want to know the answer. Just asking the question made him feel like his insides were boiling. You shook your head slightly, “I dunno, Matty. I’m not exactly keeping track of every miserable git telling me my best friend is terrible.”

Mattheo started walking towards you now, “You think I’m your best friend?” He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, his stomach seemingly in his throat and he sort of felt like he might throw up. The sound of your laugh soothed all of that out.

“Well, yeah ya knob. Am I not yours? Don’t tell me you picked Nott over me.” Mattheo stammered for a moment, “Wha- ehm, Why did you…huh? Theo?” You laughed a little harder now, “You guys are close too, aren’t you?”

Mattheo’s head hurt a little, “I, uh, I mean…yeah I guess. But not like you and me. I mean…fucking Salazar.” Mattheo ran his hands through his curls, tugging at the sides slightly. You held your hand up as if to calm his stammering, “It’s okay, Matty. I know I’m your best friend too.”

He grinned at that, your reassurance. It still felt new every time you did it; he’s never gotten it as much as he has with you. “Ready to finally learn how to change a toad into a goblet?” You reached in your pocket and pulled out the amphibian. Mattheo grinned, nodding and setting up beside you.

The next several months seemed to fly by in lessons. Mattheo never realized how much practical magic he never really learned at home.

Feindre did all his washings and cooking, he lived in a manor that was centuries old and protected by magic so he never needed to know any repair or fixing spells, and the doors being locked or not were irrelevant as his mother just apparated to where he was if she were to punish him; she also never locked a door if she were torturing. “You need to see the weakness that leaks from those beneath us Mattheo.”

He shuddered at the thought. He was well aware of what was going to be expected of him. He was half sure his mother only let him attend Hogwarts as a means of gaining more respect and more followers. “You want them to fear you, you’re not looking for friends, you’re looking for followers.”

He didn’t like that either. Draco was a follower. Draco was afraid. He didn’t want that to be the only type of people around him.

For someone who didn’t know magic was real until five months ago, you were exceptional in all your classes. You were always trying to study, always trying to soak in more information.

The last day before Christmas holiday was no exception. You had asked Mattheo, Theo and Enzo if they wanted to start on course work for next term. They had all said no.

Well…Enzo had looked at you like you’d grown an extra head, whereas Theo and Mattheo declined politely. Mattheo would’ve have went with you in a heartbeat, but he hadn’t packed a single item in his trunk.

His original school of thought was that if he didn’t pack then he’d have to stay at school for the holidays. The thought of seeing his mother again made him short of breath from anxiety.

But Draco reminded him that the Malfoy Christmas ball was happening (as it did every year) and Mattheo actually loved his Aunt Cissy. She was the only person in his father’s circle that treated him like any other boy his age.

You didn’t mind going to the library alone. You often did when the Slytherins wanted to play quidditch. You were not quite as good at flying as they were yet, so you’d go to the library to make revisions instead.

The content for next term actually seemed exciting to you. But everything about Hogwarts excited you. In History of Magic next term you were going to learn about the origins of wizards sports, quidditch the primary subject.

I have to tell Mattheo, he’ll be so excited, was your only thought and you rushed out of the library, not quite paying attention to your surroundings as you crashed into someone; dropping your texts in the process.

You heard Draco’s scoff of disgust before you heard his annoying voice, “Out of my way mudblood.” You let out an annoyed huff, bending down to pick up your books from the floor.

“I don’t even know what that means, Malfoy. But I know you’re trying to insult me,” you held your books flush to your chest, “your insults don’t mean anything to me you know.”

Draco laughed out loud, taking a look at each one of his chubby minions beside him, “Do you want me to explain it to you?”

You adjusted the strap on your shoulder bag, “Not really but I’m sure you’re going to.” The malicious glint in Draco’s eye should’ve warned you of the delight he was about to get from this. You should’ve ignored him and walked away but there were three of them and only one of you.

“You’re a filthy, little, mudblood,” Draco emphasized each work with hatred and disgust, “Your blood is dirty, you come from nothing. Fucking Salazar, you are nothing. I honestly don’t get how the others are so blind to it.”

You opened your mouth to respond, make any kind of retort but Draco kept going, “I’m what you call pureblood. The blood that runs in my veins has centuries of magic in it and Mattheo is the same. Enzo, Theo, Blaise, all of our blood is pure. I don’t know what little spell you put on my cousin, but it’s going to fade.

“It may not be tomorrow, it may not even be a year from now, but he’s going to realize your worthlessness. Fuck and when he does…I want you to remember this moment. I want you to hear my voice in the back of that empty fucking head of yours telling you I told you so.”

The tears brimming your eyes were uncontrollable. You didn’t want to believe anything he was saying, you knew Mattheo didn’t think of you like that. But there was a small part of you that couldn’t help but agree.

“Don’t go running to cousin with your tears either, he’s the Dark Lord’s heir after all. He doesn’t need to deal with whiny babies.” Draco had to deliver one more blow for his satisfaction, him and his friends laughing in your face.

“You’re a prick, Malfoy. No wonder everyone can’t stand you,” you wiped your eyes with the heel of your palm as you pushed passed them.

You could still hear them laughing, mocking you all down the corridor until you turned the corner. You were supposed to meet up with Mattheo before dinner, but now you just wanted to be left alone.

♡♡♡

When you didn’t meet him at the common room entrance for dinner, Mattheo was a little worried. Theo tried to calm him down, telling him they were running late and you probably just went to the hall already.

But that made Mattheo more distraught, since houses don’t mix at dinner time. He was quieter than usual once they sat down, far more focus on searching the faces and backs of heads at the Hufflepuff table.

When he didn’t recognize any student to be you, he turned to the group, “You guys didn’t happen to see y/n on the way to dinner did you? I don’t see ‘em here.”

Enzo and Theo looked over at your house table, shaking their heads. Blaise looked a little guilty, “I wasn’t going to say anything…honestly Matt I thought maybe you had a fight or something.”

Mattheo turned towards him, “Say anything about what?” Blaise shrugged his shoulders, a slight apologetic look in his eyes, “I saw them crying earlier, I think they were going towards the astronomy tower.”

Instant panic spread over him, “Crying? Were they hurt? Could you tell?” Blaise shook his head. “Why do you even care?” Draco sounded annoyed, Mattheo got angry. “That's my friend, did you do something to them?”

Draco rolled his eyes, flipping Mattheo the bird, “Wouldn’t waste my breath on a mudblood.” Mattheo slammed him open palms on the table as he stood up from the bench.

Everyone in a ten foot radius was staring now. Draco looked terrified, rightfully so. While he only just learned reparo, Mattheo learned crucio at age 5 and he was pretty confident he could cast it on his cousin this very moment.

Instead, Mattheo stormed off, heading straight to where he hoped was the astronomy tower. After only two wrong turns he started up the mountain of stairs.

After only two flights he spotted you, curled in on yourself on one of the large steps with your back to the wall. Your face was hidden in your knees but the gold from the hood of your robes gave you away.

You were crying, muffled and trying to be silent but Mattheo recognized the posture. The shaking shoulders, the small sniffles. He’d done it a dozen times himself this last summer.

“There’s my badger…what’re you doing up here?” Mattheo’s voice was soft, gentle. It’s what he always hoped was used when he felt this way so he could only assume it’d be comforting to you too.

You lifted your head just enough to rest your chin on your knees, “I got tired,” you sniffed again, “too many stairs.”

Mattheo nodded, small smile on his face, “S’that why you’re crying and missed dinner? Too many stairs? Couldn’t get back down?”

You knew he was trying to make a joke, a weak smile was all you could manage before frowning once more, “Wasn’t the stairs…”

Mattheo moved to sit in front of you, barging into your eye line, “Then what was it?” Your face scrunched and you shook your head.

Mattheo placed his hands on your ankles, the action was so out of character for him, the physical touch. But it make you lock eyes nonetheless, “If I tell you, you have to just let it go.”

The tilt in his head was slight but you noticed it, “I mean it Matty.” Mattheo nodded, not speaking in hopes you’d continue.

“It was your cousin. He just…ugh,” you hid your face in your knees again, taking a deep shuttered breath. Mattheo gave your ankles a small squeeze as if to encourage you to keep explaining.

You turned your head to the side, not wanting to look Mattheo in the eyes when you said it, “He called me a…mudblood.”

Mattheo’s hands disappeared from your legs and it made you look at him. People had told you Mattheo could probably get angry. That his father was considered the darkest wizard of our time.

You never really saw any of that before, but you saw a glint of it in his eyes now, “Is that all he said?” You shook your head, sinking back into the wall slightly.

“I told him I didn’t know what that meant…then he told me I had dirty blood. Said his was pure. That all of you Slytherins had pure blood and that no matter how hard I tried…I would never amount to the same as you guys.”

Mattheo frowned. You had started crying again and he felt like someone had just punched a hole in his gut. “He’s wrong,” Mattheo was shaking his head, “Some of the biggest sodding cowards I’ve ever seen are from pureblood families.”

“Just made me feel really cruddy,” you snuffled, wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your robe. Mattheo could feel a fire kindling inside his chest, “I’ll kill him.”

You reached out, grabbing Mattheo’s forearm; he didn’t flinch away this time. “Don’t,” you pleaded, “you promised you wouldn’t do anything.”

Mattheo chewed on the inside of his cheek, “Well I have to do something..”

“Will you just sit with me for a little bit…please?” You pleaded, your hand was cool against his heated skin.

“Yeah, erm, I can do that.” So that’s what he did. Mattheo found solace on the step one above yours. He sat as you did, pulling his knees to his chest.

He sat with you until you felt better, calmer. Then he walked you to your common room, popping into the kitchens with you to grab a small bite since you both missed dinner.

When he got back to his own common room he grabbed his duvet from his dorm and then back to the communal space and picked the largest couch to lay on.

He couldn’t sleep in his dorm tonight. Draco was in there. And if he saw Draco, he knew he’d hurt him right now. And if there were two things Mattheo knew he would never do: (1) become his father, (2) break a promise to you.

#yes yes i promise there's more #don't worry you guys #little asshole draco gets his day in mattheo court #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle angst #mattheo riddle fluff #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x gn!reader #slytherin boys #origin stories series

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evie-sturns · 1 year ago

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ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ - ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ

summary: it's your 5 month anniversary with matt, to celebrate he takes you to a drive in movie, but things don't turn out the way you expected.

contains: smut, semi public sex, car sex, fluff, swearing.

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9:48pm

i've been rotting it bed since i woke up in the mid-afternoon, the light in my room is fading as the sun sets. with a dramatic sigh i roll over in bed to check my phone, i have several missed calls from my boyfriend, matt.

"shit." i mumble to myself, dialing matt's number after accidentally ignoring him for half the day.

"y/n, are you okay?" matt says with a sigh through the phone.

"yeah.. yeah i'm sorry i was asleep, you okay?" i reply, dragging myself out of bed as i clutch my phone in one hand.

"meet me outside in 10 minutes okay?"

"matt, i just woke up." i groan, stripping down to nothing before rummaging through my closet for anything to wear.

"doesn't matter sweetheart." i can hear matts smile in his voice as he hangs up.

my eyebrows furrow with confusion as i pull up my jeans, i place my phone back down on my bed and dart around my ensuite, messily applying mascara and attempting to tie my hair into two braids.

the rumble of matts van pulling into my driveway echos from outside my house, followed by 4 gentle knocks on my front door. "doors unlocked!" i yell out, yanking up my socks past my ankles.

i hear approaching footsteps up my stairs, matt swings open my door.

hes wearing dad jeans, and a cute red crewneck which slightly hugs his waist.

"matt!" i exclaim, running up to him and embracing matt in a tight hug. he laughs before rubbing my back.

"happy anniversary" matt smiles, grabbing my hand as i pull away.

"ready to go?" he asks, i clear my throat quietly.

if im being honest i have no idea where we are meant to be going, i can't remember if matt's told me or not.

"okay.." i force a confident tone, letting matt guide us downstairs and out into the driveway where his grey minivan is parked, barely illuminated from the decaying streetlight above.

he opens the door for me, mindlessly i jump into the passenger seat, switching my phone on do not disturb while matt climbs into the drivers side, turning on the ignition.

after several minutes of small talk matt pulls off the main road, towards an empty parking lot.

“hey, matt.. i know we are going somewhere, but i can’t remember if you told me where.” i mutter quietly, earning a giggle from matt

“i’d hope i didn’t tell you, it’s a surprise idiot.” he laughs, rubbing his eyes.

i nod, giving him a slap on the leg from his snarky nickname.

at the back of the parking lot there’s a wall, i think it’s the back of a business workplace or something. matt backs into the parking spot, specifically the one where his trunk is about a meter away from the wall.

he sighs nervously before starting “i decided to kind of do something different, i’m kind of surprised you haven’t caught on but.. ya know.”

i nod “okay!” before matt climbs out of the car, i follow and walk round the front of the car towards matt, who’s standing still near the back door.

he takes my hand, and pulls me toward the trunk before opening it, revealing the whole back of the van which is decked out in blankets, pillows and stuffed animals.

my jaw goes slack.

matt’s never been romantic, he says that he’s not into all the ‘cornball shit’, so this coming from him was possibly the last thing i expected.

“is it bad.” matt blurts out, his voice breaks slightly.

i let out a nervous giggle “matt this is so cute, i love it!”

i wrap my arms around him, grinning stupidly into his chest “how the fuck did i not see this in the back.” i tut,

matt picks me up and throws me in the trunk, the stupid amount of cushions breaks my fall

matt crawls in behind me, laying down with one arm out, inviting me to cuddle him, which i do.

i feel my eyes grow heavy while matt scrambles through the pillows beside us, i peel my eyes open to see matt frantically trying to put together a projector.

“matt?” i whisper, my voice hoarse, his head instantly snaps back to me with a guilty expression.

before he can speak the projector turns on, projecting matt’s phone screen onto the wall right in front of us from outside the trunk of the car.

“oh my god.” i laugh in disbelief, i look up at matt who has a proud look on his face.

i sit up and peck kisses all over his face “you’re so stupid” matt shakes his head with a grin painted across his mouth.

“i downloaded netflix for this..” matt whispers, earning another round of kisses from me.

“you can choose sweetheart.” matt says handing me his phone, i scroll through various movies before landing on one.

scream 2.

“horror in an abandoned parking lot!” matt gasps dramatically, “shut up its a good movie, still not sure how you haven’t watched it.” i joke back, pressing play.

the start of the movie is slow and boring, matt’s just been rubbing my thigh lovingly for the past few minutes, i don’t know what it’s doing to me but it’s got me extremely worked up.

suddenly i shut off the movie, before straddling matt. i don’t know how, but abrubtly i’m desperate for his hands some place else. “oh?” he clears his throat.

i toy with the button of his jeans “matt..” i whine quietly, locking eyes with him. “you alright gorgeous?” he croaks.

“i want your hands..” i whisper, my cheeks flushing.

“can i ask where this came from?” matt says, trying to keep his composure. “your hands on my thighs.. i need them further up.” i blurt out before slamming a hand over my mouth.

“mhm?” he replies, grabbing my ass and lifting me off him, next to his side.

“do you want me to take us home then?” matt questions, sitting up.

“what no?”

“baby i can’t make you feel good here, you know that.” he says “yes you can matt?” i snap back, the attitude in my voice peaking through

he looks at me with a disappointed dad look, “we’re in public last time i checked.”

“can i be honest matthew..” i say, my voice slow as i break eye contact. he nods , grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him. “anything.”

“i’m physically hurting from how badly i need you, so for the love of god don’t take me home because i am too inpatient for that, okay?”

matt’s eyes widen “gotcha.” he says, his voice cracks.

without another word i lie back, spreading my legs as far as they possibly can go.

“god, your needy today aren’t you?” he coos, positioning himself over me. matt plants a desperate kiss on my lips while one of his hands grip my inner thigh.

“gonna have to get these off, hm?” matt says, pulling down my jeans to my ankles, then yanking them off. the cold air night hits my warm skin, the only light in the back of the van is the few fairy lights matt put up.

matt grabs the back of my head gently, and lays me down flat on the mountain pillow

“comfy?”

i nod, matt looms over me, letting one hand rest between my legs, keeping direct eye contact with me the whole time.

this is the first time in a few weeks matt and i have got so intimate, i’ve been dangerously tired from work, and matt’s been working on the 6 mil video with nick and chris, leaving us little time to see each other.

a light scoff escapes from matt’s mouth, “wet for me all down your thighs.” he mutters, moving his hand up to rest on my clothed clit. i groan, the everlasting heat between my legs isn’t being helped.

i buck my hips up into matt’s hand, shutting my eyes for a brief moment. he takes his time to apply pressure, wanting to savour every moment of this.

i let out a shaky breath which hits matt’s neck, “more.” is the only word i can form through my horny state.

“mhm? you really want more?”

i bop my head up and down frantically, matt pushes my panties to the side and runs one long finger through my folds, brushing my bud temporarily .

a desperate whimper exits my throat, my hands lay flat on my stomach, pressing lightly. matt stares into my squinted eyes as he slides his index and middle finger into me.

“fuck.. thank you-..” i groan out, matt laughs

“thank you?” he says, a stupid grin on his face again. “sorry..” i mutter, a small smirk on my face revealing.

matt presses a peck to the tip of my nose before thrusting his fingers in and out of me,

“you feel so good around my fingers, gonna feel this good around my cock too yeah?”

just with that sentence i clench around matt’s fingers, releasing around them. matt’s mouth gapes a small amount. “sorry..” i breath out, i think that’s a new record for fastest time to cum ever.

“don’t say sorry, that was kind of impressive.” matt laughs, sliding his fingers out of me. he wipes them on the pillow beside us, ‘not wanting to make a mess’ is what he says each time.

i reach for matt’s jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them down, i palm him through his boxers as i sit upright. matt stays quiet as he flips me over onto all fours “ready?” he says, kneeling behind me.

i look over my shoulder, matt somehow looks so innocent even though he’s about to fuck me dumb. “yeah.. please.”

he runs his tip over my slit a few times before sliding in, inch by inch.

“sweetheart?” i hear matt say softly from behind me, “mm?” i hum, “can you arch a little more for me gorgeous girl?” he says, resting a hand on my lower back and pressing lightly. i comply, arching my back as much as it can.

“good girl.” he whispers, his tip kissing my cervix.

he starts to thrust in and out, a string of moans exit my mouth as i bury my face in one of the pillows.

he grips my waist tight, i wouldn’t be surprised if there’s gonna be marks tomorrow.

“god you feel so fucking good.” matt praises, his thrusts growing faster and faster each time.

i hum in response, my mind has gone foggy.

a familiar knot forms in my stomach, i can feel myself reaching my second orgasm tonight. “your clenching, gonna come for me again?” matt says in between thrusts.

and with a squeal of matt’s name the knot in my stomach snaps.

matt pulls out with a slick sound before painting my back with white streaks. “shit shit shit..” matt curses, grabbing a blanket and wiping me down.

“you okay?” he asks, flopping down into the pile of pillows, i follow flopping down on his chest.

“more than okay..” i mumble into his neck.

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(a month later)

the sound of music fills my car as i drive over to matt’s house, today is our 6 month anniversary and we’ve planned a movie night at his home.

i pull into his driveway, i grab my phone and dash up to his front door, locking my car behind me.

i swing the door open, matt’s standing in the kitchen on his phone. “matt!!” i squeal, running up to hug him. “happy 6 month anniversary!” he says, smothering me with kisses.

he picks me up by my ass and takes us over to his living room, it’s dimly lit by the tv. he throws me down on the couch which is covered in various blankets and pillows.

i look over at the tv and my jaw drops with a laugh.

scream 2

“i mean we didn’t get to watch it last month!” matt shrugs, pulling me towards him on the couch.

it’s not even been 3 minutes and i’m being pounded into by matt, i think this is going to become a new tradition.

try to finish the scream movie without fucking in the first 10 minutes.

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#sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic

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ageingfangirl2 · 2 months ago

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Hazbin Hotel x Child Reader Series

PART 1 - INTRODUCTION

TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN TWENTY TWENTY-ONE TWENTY-TWO TWENTY-THREE TWENTY-FOUR TWENTY-FIVE

The last thing you remember is your dad coming into your bedroom and telling you to hide, mum screaming and many loud, angry male voices. You were hiding in your wardrobe when some police officer pulled you out and dragged you downstairs, where you saw both your parents handcuffed.

‘Mummy,’ you scream, break loose from the officer and run towards her.

A single gunshot rings out, and time slows down for you as you look down and see a red patch on your nightgown. You don’t hear your parents screaming; you feel warm before you close your eyes, tired.

When you open your eyes, you’re no longer in your living room but lying on red, hard ground. You check yourself over and see your nightgown is blood-free. You slowly stand up and take in your surroundings, noticing you are outside and that everything has a dark tinge to it.

‘Where am I?’ you mutter to yourself.

You see a large, slightly rundown hotel in front of you called ‘Hazbin Hotel’, maybe they could help you understand where you were and what had happened to you after you were shot.

You walk up to the front door barefoot and knock, hoping whoever is inside ended up being friendly.

CHARLIE

The moment the front door opens and Charlie looks around, she sees no one until a small cough draws her attention down, and she sees you, small, shivering and eyes wide with fear. Her heart nearly breaks. She doesn’t hesitate to kneel to your height and reach her hands out.

‘Hey there, sweetheart. What’s your name?’ she asks softly.

You don’t answer right away, too overwhelmed by your surroundings. The hotel is big and run-down but strangely warm. Charlie gives you a reassuring smile.

‘You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. But you’re safe here, okay? No one is going to hurt you.’

You reach out to her, and she scoops you up like a protective mother, rubbing your back, while internally, she’s losing her mind at your cuteness.

Vaggie stands behind Charlie, shifting uncomfortably because nothing in hell is ever as simple as it seems.

VAGGIE

Vaggie stares at you suspiciously in Charlie’s arms. Charlie is already in ‘mum’ mode, but Vaggie has seen enough in both hell and heaven to know that nothing just happens. A child appearing on their doorstep all alone doesn’t sit right with her.

‘Charlie, babe, we don’t even know their name or where they’ve come from. What if this is some trap?’

Charlie glares at Vaggie, ‘The child is scared, Vaggie! We can’t just throw them back out there.’

Vaggie exhales sharply, rubbing her temples before walking up to you, ‘Okay, kid. Be straight with me. How’d you get here? Where’s your family? What’s your name?’

You squirm in Charlie’s arms, and she puts you down, still making sure you stay close to her.

ALASTOR

Alastor is interested, coming down to the lobby after hearing a commotion. He’s interested not in the ‘aw, cute kid’ way. More in the ‘what kind of mischief do we have here?’ way.

He looms over you, smiling wide, his red eyes gleaming, ‘Well, well, well! What a peculiar little guest we’ve gotten ourselves.’

Charlie frowns, ‘Alastor, don’t scare them.’

‘Scare them? Oh, perish the thought, dear. I simply find it…fascinating that a child would be wandering hell all alone. What could have possibly happened to bring them here, hmm?’ As he talks, he notices something. The way your lip curls when you’re nervous. The glimpse of something sharp beneath them. Fangs.

He chuckles and crouches down to your height, ‘Oh my, what sharp teeth you have. Why, I’d wager wherever you’ve come from, you’ve had a little taste of something…meatier before, haven’t you?’

Charlie steps between the two of you, ‘Alastor!’ she warns.

He raises his hands and stands back up, swinging his cane, but the amused glint in his eyes doesn’t fade, ‘Just a harmless observation, Charlie. I do wonder, though, what our little guest is truly capable of.’

Alastor, Charlie and Vaggie start arguing about you, leaving you to your own devices.

HUSK

Now, Husk doesn’t do kids. When he sees you begin to walk towards his bar, he groans, ‘Oh, hell no. Nope. nuh-uh. You? Over there. Anywhere but here, kid.’

He grabs you, carefully but firmly, lifting you by the back of your nightgown like a stray kitten. He seats you on one of the barstools, away from the booze.

Charlie shoots him a sharp look, ‘Husk, be nice.’

Husk grumbles but relents, shoving a deck of cards towards you, ‘here. Go nuts. Just don’t make a mess.’

When you start playing with the cards, he watches you out of the corner of his eye, maybe hoping you know a thing or two about cards, ‘Huh, maybe you ain’t so bad, kid,’ he mutters.

Until you drop all the cards on the floor, and he groans loudly and maybe a little over dramatically than what was actually called for, ‘Yeah, okay. Nope. You’re Charlie’s problem.’

Feeling a little bad, you clamber off the barstool and jump slightly, coming face to face with a small, one-eyed demon. Who blinks up at you with curiosity and a little too much excitement.

NIFFTY

Nifty appears out of nowhere, ‘OH MY GOSH, YOU’RE SMALL! LIKE ME! THIS IS AMAZING!’

She’s already buzzing around you, talking a mile a minute, ‘Do you like cleaning? Do you want to help me organise the kitchen knives? OOH, maybe we can fold towels together! Wait, do kids even do chores? What do you do for fun?’

Before you can answer, she’s grabbing your hand, giggling manically, and you can’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. She starts dragging you away, mumbling about cleaning and what she’s going to show you first.

SIR PENTIOUS

In her enthusiasm, Nifty lets go of your hand, running off giddily. You nearly fall over, but you stop, coming face to face with an egg that had a face, hands and feet, something you’d never seen on earth. Then three more eggs appear, staring at you curiously.

Then you see a human-sized snake slithering towards you. Where exactly in hell were you?

‘Ah, a new guest,’ he hisses, ‘I’m Sir Pentious, a master inventor, and these are my egg bois.’

You giggle when he bows, so you curtsey back, ‘I’m y/n. Do you like science experiments? I like seeing things sizzle and boom.’

Sir Pentious’s eyes light up, ‘Ah, another kindred spirit; you’re welcome in my workshop anytime, little one.’

You watch him slither away with his egg creation,s following after him, calling him boss.

ANGEL DUST

He was lounging on the sofa, scrolling through his phone, when he felt a set of eyes on him. He puts his phone down and notices a kid staring at him, not in fear, just pure wide-eyed admiration.

‘You’re so pretty,’ you blurt out.

Angel freezes. His fluffy ears perk up, and he gasps dramatically, ‘Ohhhh, honey, say it again!’

You nod eagerly and approach him, ‘You’re the prettiest.’

Angel melts. He picks you up effortlessly with two of his arms, twirling you in the air, ‘finally! Someone in this dump with taste. Kid, you’re a breath of fresh air. C’mere, let's play a game while the adults bicker.’

He lets you climb on his back as he prances around the lobby like a model on the runway. At some point, he plops you down on the sofa and starts styling your hair with his many hands, ‘we gotta fix you up, sweetie! If you’re gonna stay here, you’ve gotta have some flair.’

Charlie and Vaggie watch, unsure whether or not to intervene. Meanwhile, Alastor watches with a smirk, ‘how adorable.’

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thegettingbyp2 · 7 months ago

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I Should Have Told You Before

The only thing that Aaron could think of as he was driving was getting to you. He needed to tell you how he felt before him and Jack had to leave tomorrow, he knew he needed to, he just didn’t know how. The two of you had been on a couple of dates whenever he was home for long enough and things had been going great. He’d been working up to telling you how he felt; but he’d just run out of time.

It wasn’t long until he pulled up in front of your house, quickly getting out of his car and making his way to your front door, knocking quickly.

‘Hey,’ you exclaimed, smiling when you saw Aaron standing in front of you, your smile faltering slightly when you saw the look in his eyes and the way he was panting, as if he’d rushed to you. ‘Aaron, is everything - ’

You were cut off by Aaron’s hands cupping your cheeks and bring his lips to yours. The kiss was desperate and quick, as if he couldn’t get close enough to you fast enough. Walking you backwards, he kicked the door shut with his foot, not taking his lips from yours once. One of his arms wrapped around your waist as the other tapped your thigh, telling you to jump. With your legs wrapped around his waist, Aaron walked you through to your bedroom, laying you down on your bed before breaking the kiss, hovering over you.

‘I love you,’ Aaron said simply, watching as your expression morphed into one of surprise.

‘What?’ you asked, not fully registering what he was saying to you, your mind still on that kiss.

Aaron chuckled lightly before gently pressing his lips to yours in quick succession. ‘I love you,’ he said in between kisses, making you giggle and hum happily.

‘I love you too,’ you said, cupping his cheeks and pulling his face until he was looking into your eyes, watching as they softened the second they landed on yours. Instead of replying, Aaron simply leaned down to press his lips gently to yours again, his tongue sweeping against your bottom lip, groaning when you gasped into the kiss, allowing his tongue to slip inside.

His hands roamed your body, impatiently tugging at the waistband of the thin sweat pants you were wearing, slipping his hand inside and moaning when he felt that you weren’t wearing any panties on underneath. ‘It’s like you knew I was coming round,’ he said with a smirk.

‘What can I say, I just had a feeling I’d be seeing you tonight. And tomorrow night, and the night after,’ you replied in a teasing tone. Any other day this would have made Aaron let out a soft chuckle as you referenced the amount of times he stays round yours. He wanted nothing more than to be able to keeping coming round every night but he knew that tonight was the last time he was going to see you; most probably for good. Early tomorrow morning, Aaron and his son, Jack, were being put into witness protection to keep them safe from Mr Scratch who had begun to stalk them. He knew that he shouldn’t be doing this tonight, that he should just tell you; he just didn’t have the heart to look you in your eyes and tell you he was leaving.

‘Why are you looking at me like that?’ you asked, a smile playing on your lips as he just stared at you for a while.

‘Nothing, you’re beautiful,’ he said, his head then ducking down to leave a trail of kisses down your throat.

The next morning, you woke with a smile playing on your lips as you remembered the events from last night before taking stock, figuring what aches or not. Rolling onto your front, your arm came out to rest on Aaron’s chest, only to find his side of the bed cold and made.

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Opening your eyes with a frown, you looked over to see that you were alone in the room. ‘Aaron?’ you called out, wondering if he’d simply woken early and gone downstairs. Before you had the chance to go and look for him, your eyes caught on a small piece of paper sitting on your dresser. Walking over, you felt tears gather in your eyes as soon as you started reading:

(Y/N), my love,

I’m sorry I’ve done it this way, I know it’s the cowardly thing to do, the mean thing to do, but I couldn’t stand the idea of seeing how much I’ve hurt you. Jack and I are being put into witness protection. I won’t go into why, the most important reason being to keep you safe. Believe me, it’s the last thing I wanted to do but it’s the safest thing for Jack and he needs to be my priority, I know you understand that.

Part of me is happy that I’ve told you this way, because now, the image of your face when you told me that you loved me too is the thing that I’m going to hold onto while I’m away. I’m sorry I only told you last night, I should have told you sooner, I just didn’t know how and I ran out of time.

I love you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I will come back for you I promise, I don’t know when, but I will. Until then, there’s something downstairs for you to remember me by. I’m not expecting you to wait for me and if you don’t I’ll understand, but I really hope you do.

I’ll be waiting for you.

I love you.

Aaron

Without wasting a second, tears still streaming down your cheeks, you raced downstairs. Another frown appearing on your lips when you saw a teddy sitting on your sofa that you knew wasn’t there the night before. The moment you picked it up, you were engulfed in the scent of Aaron’s aftershave and a quick squeeze to its paw allowed a message to play in Aaron’s voice.

‘I love you,’ the bear said over and over again as you continuously squeezed the paw, tears flooding from your eyes as you wondered when you’d see him again.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds

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eeunoia · 13 days ago

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ENHYPEN Imagines

illumoria | sjy.

pairings: sim jaeyun x reader

synopsis: a playful promise to be together for the rest of your lives by two children could be a cute thing. it was part of growing up and this type of promises often doesn't get fulfilled. but not with jake sim because he never break a promise.

word count: 4k

warnings: yandere themes, mention of murder, enhypen being obsessed, obsessive love, dark love and abuse of power & money. (let me know if i missed some)

note: this is jake's entry for the yandere series. this is aligned with jungwon's insolitus, heeseung's limerence, jay's lacuna, sunghoon's missing and sunoo's again fic. jake's version is still currently rotting in my drafts so please be patient.

fic mood board - read here.

You flinched a little in your sleep after hearing a muffled sound. With furrowed brows you tried hard to sit up from lying down as you roam your eyes around the whole room.

You were greeted by darkness since its late already and as far as you remember, everyone in your family went to bed early because you have a morning flight tp catch tomorrow.

You kept still and tried to catch the sound that pulled you out from sleep. Seconds passed and you started to think it was all just a dream. Convinced that it was nothing, you're about to lay back down when you heard yet another faint thumping sound coming from downstairs.

You didn't wait another second and threw your blanket off from your body. You felt your skin shivers at the lost contact of the warm cloth. With hesitant steps, you struts closer to your door room and slowly cracking it open.

The whole house was dead silent adding to the chills you're already feeling. For some reason this slightly felt like a bad idea, but you're in your house. Nothing bad will happen, right?

As you slowly walk down the stairs, you can notice the small light emitting from somewhere. Probably the living room.

"Mom?" you called out in a faint voice, hoping that your mother will manage to hear it from the deafening silence. Your feet are starting to feel cold as you forget to put on a house slippers.

When nobody responded, you inhaled heavily to pull every courage you have to continue walking over the living room. You kept on convincing yourself that nothing's bad is gonna happen to you and this bad feeling are all just you overthinking.

With light and careful steps, you revealed yourself from hiding at the wall separating you from the living room.

Your mouth hanged open and words failed to escape from your lips as you stare at the gruesome scene in front of you. It was like stripped straight out from a thriller book. The whole place was a mess. Broken things all over the floor and blood... there's a lot of blood.

"M-Mom?" your voice cracked and panic lingers through your tone.

Its probably a bad idea to talk since you aren't sure if whoever did this is still in the house, but you can't even think straight anymore. Your heart's racing so bad like it will burst out from your ribs any moment now, your breathing is rigid and hands trembling terribly.

"Dad!" you called, and once again nobody answers adding to the frustration.

Your eyes started to pool with tears as you finally pushed yourself to walk, knees slightly losing its strength. It was a nightmare, but you're not even ready to see your own Mother lying face down on the center of the living room... showering over her own blood.

If only you didn't know that she slept on her white nightdress tonight, you would've mistaken her clothes as red because of the amount of blood on her body right now. You almost collapsed on the cold floor but you hurried on her way.

"Mom!" you cried and reached out on her.

She felt so cold that made you so scared. "W-What happened? Mom! T-Talk to me..." you whispered and roamed your eyes to look for the house telephone to call for help in order to save your mother.

"W-Wait, I will call for help Mom!"

You quickly grabbed the telephone and frantically tapping on the emergency number, but froze after realizing that there's no dial tone. Tears rolled down your eyes nonstop as you pulled the telephone cord that was cut off.

Without wasting another second, you went back to where your Mom is and leaned down.

"Wait for me, Mom! I will find Dad! I will be back, I promise!" you were hesitant to leave her at that state but you know she will be in more danger if you don't do anything.

Your eyes dropped at your hands and it's now filled with blood. When you're almost at the staircase, your steps halted as your heart drops. On the corner of your eyes, you noticed that the hallway towards your Dad's office is open.

If it's a normal day, you would probably not think oddly of it. Since your Dad usually work at home, he spends a lot of time in his house office. But you're very certain that he didn't stayed late last night to work because your parents went to sleep early.

Tomorrow is suppose to be your flight to New York. It has been your dream to get in one of the famous universities there and after receiving a letter from them last month, you didn't hesitate on moving across the globe to chase your dreams.

"D-Dad?" you called out with trembling voice.

You take slow and hesitant steps, each of it feels heavier and heavier as you approach his office door closer. A small faint lights emits from the gap below his door and you can see that it's slightly open.

"D-Dad, Mom needs help!" you said, sounding so frustrated. You grabbed whatever you can just in case you needed something to protect yourself.

You can feel your hands and feet feeling so cold, stomach hurting so much and tears still streaming down your face nonstop.

Once in front of his door, you slowly pushed it open and the first thing that greets you is your father's body lying down on the carpeted floor of his office. And just

like your Mother, his whole body is full of blood and unresponsive.

Your hand lets go of the thing you're holding and the sound of it crashing onto the floor echoed around the whole room.

"D-Dad?" your voice so faint that you're sure he won't even hear it from this distance.

Your mind felt like it's short circuiting and it can't process everything that is happening at the moment. It's too much to even take it at the same time. Your Dad is unresponsive, not even making a slightest move and the thought of having both of your parents dead crushes every bits of you.

Your eyes then slowly lifted up to his swivel chair when it moved and your heart drops at the sight of a very familiar face. Even if the room is a bit dark, you can easily tell who it was. From his wavy slicked back hair, beautiful face structure and nose so pointed.

"Sorry, sweetheart. Did I wake you up?" his sweet voice ringed over your head and he opened the lamp on your father's office table that revealed his face completely.

Your stomach churns seeing Jake's face with a bit splashes of blood all over it. His eyes looked dead cold, almost making it look foreign for you. You've never seen him like this. You know him very well, in fact, you've known him your whole life.

He's your childhood friend and your ex-boyfriend.

"J-Jake..." his name managed to make it out from your lips.

Your eyes traveled from his face down to his body and your tears bursted after seeing how he's showering with so much blood as well. Only, unlike your parents you're very much sure those aren't his blood. None of this makes sense and your mind is a whole mess, but one thing's for sure. Jake is the danger.

Jake grinned slightly and clicked his tongue, "You aren't suppose to wake up, baby. You shouldn't have seen any of these." he stated and his eyes darted at the body of your father still lying down on the floor. His eyes are emotionless, like as if your Father isn't someone he's very close with.

"Well," he lets out a heavy sigh before standing up, revealing the rest of his body which is filled with blood as well.

He's on his usual clothes. Sweatpants paired with his comfy hoodie.

"Sometimes things can go against your plan." and your eyes dropped at one of his hands.

Your whole body froze at the sight of a knife. Bloody knife. He plays with it and even rest the pointy tip of it at your Father's table, stabbing it to the expensive wood.

"W-What did you do to my parents, Jake?" it was honestly a dumb question because the answer is already in front of you.

He shrugged his shoulder off before lifting the knife and checking it out. He pursed his lips and like a psycho, the corner of his lips lifted up.

"They were trying to separate the two of us. I have to do something, right?" he says and stared right into your eyes.

You can't stop yourself from crying even more, chest hurting from the sudden outburst of emotions. He took a step and your feet took one as well, backing away from him.

Jake's eyes darted down at your feet as he remained silent for a while. He pursed his lips then clicked his tongue before gazing back at your eyes.

You're so confused, hurting and scared. All these emotions are trying to fit into your system all at once and it's not a good feeling. You feel like throwing up and at the same time you wanted to just cry even more.

It was odd. The Jake Sim in front of you seems like a stranger. Not your childhood friend nor the ex boyfriend you've loved, and still loving.

Ever since you two were young, Jake has been nothing but the sweetest. He's the most gentle around you. Always flashing you that charming smile. The kindest person you've ever known. You haven't even seen him get mad at you. That's why seeing him right now, standing in front of you while showering over your parents blood is a complete nightmare. You refused to believe this is true.

"You look scared, baby." he stated nonchalantly.

You slowly shake your head and without a word you tried to run for your life. It was a bit hard as your vision starts to be blurry from all the tears and feet felt a bit heavier due to the lack of oxygen from difficulty of breathing. It was too much, everything doesn't feel real.

Even before you can reach for the door a pair of strong arms grabbed you by you by the waist and lifted you up. You screamed at the top of your lungs, throat hurting.

"Let me go!" you screamed and tried hitting Jake wherever your fist can hit.

He remained unbothered and kept you restrained. While busy trying to get free from him, you failed to notice how he secretly pulls out a handkerchief from one of his pocket and covered your mouth and nose with it.

You fight back, wiggling harder and even tried bumping your head to his, but it was no use.

"Shhh, it's okay sweetheart." he whispered beside your face, lips grazing over your ears.

"J-Jake..." you're slowly losing consciousness and arms losing all its strength. Your eyes loses its focus and started to feel heavy.

He wrapped his arms more securely around you to prevent your body crashing down the floor. He kissed the side of your head as he continues cooing you with comforting words.

"I'm here, baby. I'm right here." he says under his breath.

Your eyes looked at his and you can still see that his eyes are stone cold. Dead and left with no emotions.

Even before you can say something else, your own body gave up on you and everything went pitch black.

You wished this was just a dream. A very bad dream.

The familiar creaking sound of the door pulled you out of trance. Without taking a glance, you're pretty sure another hospital staff entered to hand your medicines.

Just by thinking of it makes you feel sick to the stomach. It was horrible. The medicines and the staff. They were all sick to their heads for doing this to you.

"Miss, it's time to drink your medicine." she announced using her sweet voice.

You've always hated whenever they do that. They're treating you like as if you're some kind of glass. Very fragile and can be broken any minute.

Slowly, you looked over your shoulder to look at her. Wearing their usual hospital uniform and holding a tray of drugs that you're pretty sure will mess more in your head, she stood by the door with that stupid looking smile.

"Drink it yourself." you rudely spat at her.

Instead of looking offended, she lets out a heavy sigh and pursed her lips while staring at your eyes. The way it reflects pity makes you want to shove that tray straight to her face. How dare her show that kind of emotion when in fact, they're one of the reasons why you are stuck in this awful place.

"Mr. Sim will pay you a visit later. He asked me to take good care of you."

The moment she said that name, your heart sank. Fear quickly takes over, fist balling and panics rushed through your veins.

"P-Please, no..." the sudden change in your behavior were evident.

"I am doing all right. You said I was being good!" you raised your voice and she looked surprised.

"Yes, mainly why he wants to come. It's his time of the week to visit." she announces that almost made you yell again at her.

You've never left this room or this facility ever since he admitted you here. It's been a year since he killed your parents and falsely diagnosed you of anxiety and craziness. You're already aware that he's sick in the head the moment you saw him that night in your house, but you never thought he's this crazy to actually put you in an asylum. Locking you in and making everyone else believe that you had lost your mind after that night.

You're not sure how he managed to pull whatever he did that day. He manipulated everything and everyone. Making them unaware that the main reason of that terrible crime was the one they're labeling as your savior.

"Miss Y/n?" you snapped back to reality after hearing the nurse calling your name.

This happens more often these days. You space out a lot. Maybe one of the side effects of the medicines they kept shoving down your throat. You tried to resist it. Every way you can think of, you've already gave it a chance but none of it works. Jake Sim had planned everything very meticulously that none of them suspected anything. Or maybe they're really that powerful and influential.

"I don't want to take that." you kept the stern look over your face.

She stared at you for a while then flashed yet another pitiful smile. "All right. I will just inform your doctor about it."

It made your jaw clench after she said that. Whenever they report something like this to your doctor, things just get more worst. You're already tired. Nothing left for you already. Your family is dead already. You are all alone.

Your head lifted up towards the door when it opened again after a few minutes that the nurse left. When you saw the familiar uniformed guys, you already know what's waiting for you.

"Mr. Sim is here to visit you, Miss Y/n." one informed a bit cheerfully.

You gave no reaction to it and just kept your placid expression. They walked near your bed and gently reached for your arms to secure it. It's so painful to be treated like this. Like you're losing your mind. Maybe you are really losing your mind already.

Once satisfied with how they restrained you, they guided you out of your room. Others may think you live much more normally compared to the other patients here. Your room was perfectly designed just like your old one.

Yes. Like how your old room looked like. Except the picture frames of your parents and some other stuff that reminds you of them. The only picture inside that room was the one with you and Jake in it. It's just a photo paper since objects that can be harmful are strictly prohibited inside your room.

You found yourself again entering this special room that looks nothing like an asylum would have. They said Jake personally requested this place so he can have a private room where he can spend time with me comfortably. It was sickening in the stomach. You honestly can't even look him in the eyes without being scared and disgusted.

Jake was already there when you arrived. He turned around facing you with that warm smile. He's wearing his uniform neatly and as he walk closer, you stopped walking. He ignored that and quickly eyed your tied hands.

His face formed a frown, "Why did you tied her hands like this? I told you not to do that." he said firmly, talking to the nurses who walk you here.

"We're just following the protocols, Sir." one answered.

He licked his lips once before tilting his head on the side, "If I said don't tie her like this, you follow my rules." he said and you saw how fear reflects over the nurse' eyes before he nodded his head.

The other one hurry himself to untie your hands while Jake placed both of his hands over to your face to cup it gently, making you face him.

"Does it hurt, baby? I'm sorry. It won't happen again." he assured you.

He sounded so assuring and his tone was so soft like how he's usually is towards you before. But that doesn't bring warmth or comfort to you anymore. For you, he isn't the same Jake Sim that you loved. He's a monster. He's a psycho who killed your parents and ruined your life.

He guided you on one of the chairs and he sat across of you. The two nurses left you for privacy and you can feel your heart races after that door closes.

"Do you have something you want to eat? Are you craving for anything?" Jake asked excitedly as he reaches for your hand that was resting on the table.

Your eyes dropped over it and you wanted so bad to shove his hold away, but you know that ain't a good thing to do right now. Multiple times you've reacted that way around him and he just snaps back at you. Yes, he hasn't hurt you physically but mentally, he will end up torturing you again.

When you didn't respond to his question, Jake kept his smile and caress your palm using his thumb. His hand felt so warm.

"I heard you've been doing so well lately. I'm so proud of you, baby. I'm sure if you kept this behavior, we can ask your doctor's permission to finally—"

"Can you cut it out, Jake?" you interrupted him when you couldn't take how normally he act around you. This is what you hate the most whenever he visits.

He doesn't even show any remorse over his eyes. Not even once did he even ask for apology about what he did to your parents. It's like he's living with his made up lie that somebody else killed them and he saved you that night from danger.

"What do you mean y/n?" he asks, still using that annoying soft voice of his.

You clenched your jaw and bravely looked at his eyes.

"Stop acting like as if you aren't the reason why I'm here in this hell."

He let out a sigh, "Yes, I put you here. But this is for your own good. You're hurting yourself and I don't want that for you. I just want you to get better and get over about what happened."

Your blood boils at what you heard. How dare him say those words like as if it was a very easy thing to do? You just lost your family, your dream, your freedom and yourself. After that night you don't feel the same anymore. You don't feel like you anymore and you know you will never go back to your old self.

A tear left your eyes as you angrily pulled your hand away from his touch and you saw how his eyes dropped at it, looking at his hand that was left resting at the table.

"Fuck you!" you screamed right at his face.

"You're the reason why I'm here! Why do you keep on acting like as if you didn't do anything bad?! Is your conscience haunting you right now that you can't even swallow the fact that you're the one who killed my parents?!" you exploded.

He kept silent and it made you even angrier. That eyes of him that shows no regret. Like it doesn't have any emotions left in them, like it is not a human's eyes.

"Murderer!" you said with all the rage you've been keeping inside you.

Jake stared at you blankly for a few more seconds before you saw how his shoulders fell and slowly eyes turned dead. It made you shiver on your seat. Those same eyes... the same eyes he has the night he mercilessly killed the people you love.

"Yes, I killed your parents." he said in a low voice but was enough for you to hear.

Your face grimaced while tears still streaming down from your eyes. That's what you want. That's what you've wanting to hear from him. You've waited for this moment. For him to acknowledge what he actually did instead of acting dumb about it.

But why does it make you feel more uneasy? He said those words too casually. While his eyes stared at you with coldly.

"So what? They're taking you away from me."

You looked at him unbelievably.

"I decided to go, Jake! I wanted to go. I was the one who applied for that university! You knew how much I wanted that ever since I was a kid!" your body leans forward, both palms resting on the table as you say those words while looking him straightly in his eyes. Hoping that you can knock some sense into him.

"They're manipulating you into it. You're okay here. We're okay, we are happy. Why would you want to go far away from me—"

"Because you're suffocating!"

You rest your back and hands covers your face as you cried heavily. You loved Jake before, there's no doubt in that. People around you witnessed the beautiful love that bloomed between the two of you. It was wonderful. They always thought that you two are meant for each other.

Not until Jake started to be more controlling over you.

He's the perfect boyfriend. He loves you so much, maybe a little too much that leads him to be very possessive of you. He wanted to be involve in anything you do or everything about you. It's not wrong. He's just being a caring boyfriend who just wants to look after his girl and plan your future together.

Only not. He starts to meddle with your life decisions and you can feel that it upsets him every time that you try to dismiss his opinion on anything. And you hate upsetting Jake. Maybe it was the guilt because you kept on telling yourself that all he did is be good towards you and that he's the good boyfriend everybody dreams of having and you'll just gonna hurt him?

You refrain on telling that these things on his face because you don't have the guts to. He's the sweetest person you know, but it turns out he's hiding something deep down in him.

"Then you deserve to be here."

Your sniffs halted and you lift your head slowly to meet his dead eyes. With furrowing brows you gave him a shameful look, but he was unbothered.

He heaved a strained sigh before he stood up and head towards the door. You can't believe he will just leave you here again after rubbing salt into your open wounds.

"You can't keep controlling everybody, Jake." you mumbled, doesn't have any more strength to argue with him.

"I don't need to control everybody, y/n." he started while his back is still facing you.

Your eyes stared at his wide back then he turned to face you with that warm eyes once again.

"I just need you." he stared right into your eyes before he pursed his lips.

With that, he left the room without another single word. You're left crying hardly and wondering where did the man you've loved before. You felt illumoria, thinking of what more is hidden behind Jake Sim's angelic face.

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superweinersoldier · 3 months ago

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Cabin Getaway

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader, Bucky Barnes x F!Reader, Stucky x F!Reader

Description: You had a plan for your weekend at the cabin, but sometimes plans change, or do they?

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), Smut, threesome, unprotected sex, creampie, mmf relations (oral female receiving/male giving; male receiving/male giving; m/m kissing; f/m kissing), con noncon, mask kink, primal/chase kink, choking (but not really, more like throat holding), voyeurism, masturbation (let me know i missed anything)

Author’s note: I have never written any sort of fiction before. There’s a lot of grammatical errors I’m sure so please be gentle with me. I’ve had this idea in my head for a while and figured I would challenge myself and write it. I hope you enjoy!

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With a hand on Steve’s thigh, you looked out of the car window. Steve was currently driving to your long awaited weekend cabin vacation.

“I can’t believe he had to cancel on us,” you pouted, glancing at Steve before focusing on your surroundings. You had been looking forward to this trip for weeks. You had it perfectly planned out: a cabin getaway for three.

Taking your hand from his thigh, Steve raised it up to his lips softly kissing your knuckles. You turned to fully look at him as he spoke, “I know, baby, but Bucky didn’t have a choice. He wanted to be here with us.”

“I know, but I was excited to get some time alone with just the three off us. Especially after what we planned,” you replied suggestively before looking out the passenger window again, missing the way Steve smirked knowing what you were in for.

For the next hour, you watched as the trees pass in a blur. Your first evening at the cabin was spent in front of the tv and fireplace, cuddling on the couch and sharing soft kisses. After making dinner, you and Steve made your way to the bedroom to prepare for bed.

Changing into a tank top and pajama shorts, you were already getting into bed as Steve walked out of the en-suite bathroom in black sweatpants looking absolutely delicious. Settling into bed for the night, you shared a kiss and quickly fell asleep.

You were up before the sun. Slowly, you slipped out of bed making sure not to wake Steve. After silently making your way downstairs, you put on some shoes and left the cabin. As soon as you made it out the back door, you began running.

Once the sun had finally settled itself in the sky, Steve’s eyes softly opened only to find the other side of the bed empty. Knowing the rest of the cabin would be empty, he quickly put on a black long sleeve shirt and black sneakers. Before he made his way outside, he remembered to grab the mask and gloves he brought for their weekend activities.

You were wandering further away from the cabin at leisurely pace when you hear the snap of a twig. Your heart began to race as you quickly turned your head in the direction the noise came from. Finding a masked figure dressed in all black standing behind a tree. You begin running in the opposite direction, hoping to escape. It isn’t long before you hear leaves rustling in front of you.

Suddenly, the figure you had encountered was now in front of you. The figure stalked towards you with purpose. You gasp, turning to run away. Real fear was beginning to make its way through your body. How is Steve moving this fast? He was just behind me. Damn super solider serum you thought to yourself.

Before you could run away again, the figure you had turned from, grabbed you by the waist and pulled you against him. Your back was now flush with the figure’s chest. You try to scream, but as you do a gloved hand covers you mouth, cutting you off. The next thing you know, you’re being spun around and pinned to a tree. Your hands are being held above you head by the masked man’s hand, while the other remains over you mouth. His body feeling warm against yours. Steve really knows what he’s doing.

You let out a whimper feeling hot just as your eyes widen in surprise, focusing on the masked figure that appeared behind the one that currently held you. There wasn’t just one masked man, no there were two.

When the second masked figure finally got to you, they curled their hand around the first figure’s throat. The second masked man began to push his body against the one that held you. In turn, this movement caused the man pressed against your body to rub his clothed cock against your clothed clit. You looked at the second figure hoping you could figure out who it is.

You let out another whimper as the movements between the three of you continue. Confusion and arousal hit you all at once. Bucky said he had to go on an emergency mission, but he seems to be here, just like he was supposed to be. Except you’re not sure which of the masked men he is, neither has made it easy for you to figure it out. They haven’t made a noise and the a covered head to toe.

The second figure goes to move around the first and the moment he does, he makes his way to your side, crouching down to pull your shorts and panties down in one swift motion. You want to look down to see what’s happening, but you can’t. The figure standing in front of you shakes his head discouraging you from trying to move or look down further. You obey wanting to be good. Before you can do anything to move, he removes his hands from your mouth and wrists. He begins to place a piece of fabric around your eyes, tying it at the back of your head. He then pulls your tank top of your body leaving you bare.

You gasp sharply when you feel a mouth against your wet folds, licking and sucking, getting a taste of you. The mystery of not knowing who is doing what makes this situation hotter. You groan in frustration when the man stops his licking and pulls away from you.

Your hear and feel the masked men shuffling around; removing their masks, gloves, and shirts, while switching positions. They smirk at each other. Just then, you feel a hand make its way down to rub your clit and feel just how aroused you are. It’s not just any hand, it’s metal. Bucky. Bucky had been the one to capture you, not Steve. Now he was the one enjoying your taste.

You feel a warm breath beside your ear whispering, “You enjoying yourself, baby?” Steve.“Yes,” you respond breathlessly. “Good because we’re just getting started,” Bucky says from below you. As he says this, Steve dives in and gives each of your nipples a quick lick and suck.

“I want to see you both,” you plead desperately. Steve and Bucky share a look silently letting each other know it was time to let you see what they were doing to you. “Go ahead Stevie. Take it off her,” Bucky directs Steve.

When the blindfold comes off, you gasp at seeing them. Steve takes the opportunity to kiss you hard, putting his tongue in your mouth. You kiss him with just as much fervor, wrapping your arms around his neck. He groans into your mouth as Bucky begins to reach for Steve’s pants to pull them down just has he had yours.

As soon as his pants are off, Steve bucks his hips towards you and Bucky in search of some relief. Body shifting away from you slightly, Bucky looked up at Steve with hungry eyes saying, “Stevie, baby, don’t you worry. You’ll get your turn.” With that, Bucky decided to put Steve out of his misery by placing a hand on Steve’s thigh, licking the underside of his cock and sucking the tip for a moment, before standing up. He took Steve’s cock in his hand and guided it to your pussy. The three of you moaned in unison.

“Steve! Please, oh god. Fuck me. Please,” you begged almost pathetically, they had worked you up into a frenzy. “Don’t worry baby. He will,” Bucky let her know. “Go ahead, Stevie, make her happy.” Steve rubbed his cock against your clit and then your folds before he finally finding you hole. He thrust into you. You moaned loudly, reaching for Bucky’s head pulling his face to yours. You kissed him passionately. The kiss didn’t last long before you heard Steve.

“I want to make you happy too,” he told Bucky. Bucky smiled grabbing Steve’s face to kiss him feverishly as he continued to thrust into you. Bucky broke the kiss, moving back to take off his pants, revealing he hadn’t been wearing underwear. Both you and Steve moaned as Bucky began to stroke his cock at the sight of Steve thrusting into you.

The three of you enjoyed the moment moaning in contentment: You and Steve fucking as Bucky watched and stroked himself. You were all moaning so loud, you were happy you made the right choice in picking a cabin with no neighbors for miles. “Steve, harder!” you pleaded. Steve began thrusting harder into you as Bucky came over to kiss you again. After a quick make out with you, he broke the kiss to kiss Steve with just as much passion. Both men groaned.

In a matter of minutes, you told the men in front of you that you were about to come. Steve and Bucky were also close, letting you know it was okay to come already. Moaning as you came, your hands held onto Steve’s shoulders for stability as your head fell back. Steve groaned just as he came inside you with one last hard thrust. “Yes, baby. Take it all,” he demanded. You did. He stuffed you full.

Steve pulled out of you, his cum leaking out of your aching pussy. Bucky guided his cock into you. He relished in the feeling of being inside you as he used Steve’s cum as lube. With a few quick thrusts, he groaned as he came, feeling Steve attach his lips to his neck sucking hard, leaving little purple marks.

Breathing heavily, the three of you separated from each other with brief kisses. You helped each other get redressed. As you made your way to the cabin hand in hand, you found yourself giggling in satisfaction the whole way back.

When you made it back to the cabin, you went straight to the bathroom to clean yourselves up in the shower. Once you were done drying your bodies, you didn’t bother putting clothes on again. You made your way back downstairs with the super soldiers following closely behind. You cuddle beneath a blanket on the couch in front of the fire: eating, drinking, and chatting.

After some time, you find yourself laying between Steve and Bucky. Each had an arm wrapped around you resting a hand on the other man’s back. You look towards Bucky, “What happened to your mission? I thought you couldn’t come with us. Either way, I’m glad you came.”

Bucky laughs as he jokingly assures you, “You both always make me come, doll.” “Buck,” you roll your eyes as you say his name in mock disappointment at his joke. “Okay. Honestly, there was no mission. Steve and I planned to take you by surprise. We both wanted to chase you around like we originally planned, we just wanted it to be more of a surprise. Did you like it?”

“So much,” you giggle, letting them both know the truth. You turned to place a kiss on each of their chests before curling yourself further into their warmth, “Thanks guys, but next time we chase Bucky,” you mumble as you fell asleep. Steve and Bucky’s eyes met over your head as they smiled and leaned in to kiss each other softly.

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nodoubtily · 4 months ago

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I might not have confessions, because they’re not secrets. But don’t doubt that I don’t have thoughts that are quite dirty. TW:// SMUT so MDNI, threesome, needy jake, dominant Heeseung, sub reader, choking, bulge kink, unprotected sex, climaxing inside, dirty talk, slight foreplay, blowjobs, nipple play if you squint, pet names (princess, I can’t remember what else), lmk if I forgot anything. NOT PROOFREAD

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“Meet us at our hotel, our manager will tell you where it is.” Jake nods, kissing your cheek before walking away. Heeseung nods, and you wave goodbye as they walk back behind stage. You’re heart is racing like crazy, and you feel like your limbs are about to give out. You’re definitely going to meet them. You don’t care, and it seems as though they don’t either.

Meeting them, you can’t get over the way Jake drags you in the room, shutting the door. His whole demeanour screams the desperation for you. He wants you as much as you want him. He twists you in his grasp so his chest is pressed to your back, his lips leaving sloppy kisses down your neck, his hands grasping and groping everywhere. Your eyes meet Heeseung’s, and he’s watching the whole scene unfold, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he restrains from palming himself.

“We didn’t think you were gonna come..” Jake says, hands teasing down your front, tickling along the edges of your skirt. Heeseung stands up, striding to you, his hand meeting your chin, lifting your head to meet his eyes, which are blinded by the lust he has for you.

Jake’s hands take your handbag, lightly chucking it to the armchairs in the corner. He then moves to your clothing, slipping your jacket off. Heeseung’s hands unhook your straps off your shoulder, your shirt dropping to the floor. Jake’s hands wrap around your thighs teasingly, before he rips your skirt pff, pulling them down quickly. You’re left in your pretty pink lacy panties, having not worn a bra.

Heeseung sucks through his teeth, shamelessly staring everywhere. “You’re so pretty, baby. Has anyone else seen you like this?” He asks you, his eyebrow lifting.

“Not in a long time..” you respond, cheeks flushing from embarrassment.

“How long?” It’s Jake’s turn to ask now, and he gazes at you expectantly.

“3 months ago..” you weakly answer his question, so overwhelmed with how the situation is about.

They both tsk, before glancing at each other, nodding slightly. “What is your limit?” says Heeseung, bringing you to the foot of the bed, where he sits down next to you.

You shrug, not really sure. “Like a safe word?”

“Well, if that’s easier. What’s your safe word?” Jake questions, slowly stripping too.

“I just stick to the colour thing. Green for go, orange for break, and red for stop.” You answer, eyes following down Jake’s body. His toned chest, pretty abs and his v-line leading to downstairs makes you excited. You clench your thigh impatiently.

“That’s simple. Anything else we should worry-“ you, being tired of the talking, grab Heeseung’s nape, bringing his face to yours where you smash your lips together. He quickly adjusts, his teeth biting your bottom lip, causing you to open your mouth. He invites his tongue to a dance with yours, and he easily battles for the dominance as his hands grasp your hips, settling you on his lap.

“My turn.” Jake smiles, sitting next to Heeseung. You lean to Jake, still on Heeseung’s lap as your tongues dance more peacefully, but you end that kiss with lack of air, and spit around your lips and his. Then, as you go back to kissing Jake, you feel your hips moving against a hardened unit, and Heeseung moans lowly. Pulling away again, you can’t help but feel nervous. Nevertheless, you let out a low whine when Heeseung rocks you more urgently over his hardening dick, not failing to make any noises either.

“Please..” you let out, eyes flinching due to the delicious feeling between your legs.

“Please what, princess?” Heeseung asks lowly, voice dripping with tease.

“Do something. Touch me, please.” Your breath is shortened, and you feel a prickling sensation. One more glance between the two boys, and they know what to do.

“Fuck!” Heeseung moans, hips bucking into your mouth unintentionally. Your mouth latches on, focusing between feeling Jake’s long fingers deep inside your cunt, to giving Heeseung the head of his life. And it seems he is, due to the fact he is shamelessly moaning. “Oh shi- sucking me so good.” He’s puffing, and panting like a dog.

Your back strains, having been placed in the position where your face is down (In-between Heeseung’s legs) and your ass is up (and shoved on Jake’s face as he sucks you immensely), but you only simmer in the pain as you’re far too distracted by the feeling of Jake’s slim fingers reaching the inner depths of yourself no one else has before.

Whatever your mouth can’t preserve, your hands jerk and squeeze the rest, swirling your tongue around his tip like an ice cream. You both moan collectively when you’re pulled even closer to your first orgasm of the night. Jake’s fingers curl inside your velvety walls, at just the right spot, and you feel the band in your stomach snap. Your climax comes rushing to you, in waves of ecstasy, soaking Jake’s face and hands, your juices grazing down his wrists and fingers. You moan, being muffled by Heeseung’s thick cock. The vibrations from your voice echo through your throat, stimulating Heeseung, to the point where he cums unexpectedly, his warm whiteness shooting down your throat in chunks. You pull off, opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out. Then you swallow, before repeating the same process.

“Good girl. Taking everything we’re giving you. Such a good girl f’us.” Heeseung praises, hand cradling the side of your face. You turn to see Jake, smiling gently. You then gaze down to his lap, and see his extreme hard on, his tip poking out of his boxers, leaking pre-cum. “Gonna give Jakey the pussy he deserves, yeah? He made you feel so good right?” Heeseung then asks you, and you nod.

“Lay back, yeah, pretty?” Jake says almost at once. You turn around, and the other man grabs your waist, hoisting you closer to him, so your back is pressed against his chest. Jake quickly pulls his boxers off, climbing onto the bed. He widens your legs, resting them on either side of him as he takes his hand to his cock, stroking it slightly. He sucks through his teeth, sensitive from being hard for so long.

“Give it to me, please.” You say meekly. Jake coos, shuffling right up against you, his cock teasing your entrance. His eyes meet yours, and you nod. He smiles again, sinking in slowly. Even though you were prepped, you must be given some slack. Jake is fucking huge. His lips find yours, and you share a kiss that honestly distracts you, and you pull away, realising Jake has bottomed out. You reel at the feeling of being to fucking full to the brin, and your eyes embarrassingly roll back, and you can’t seem to bring your eyes to in front of you, until Jake’s hand glides to your throat, lightly squeezing. You look back at him, and you could’ve cummed right then and there.

Jake’s hair is tussled, eyes blown out by lust, and you gaze down to his torso, where his prominent abs cause you to clamp down on his cock, causing him to stutter through his slow thrusts. His other hand is pressed on your abdomen, forcing you to feel the bulge he grew inside of you. His head draws back, as he slams back into you, his hips meeting your skin in a powerful way.

He speeds up, grabbing your legs, bringing them to his shoulders as he transfers into more quicker and sharper thrusts, his tip continuously tapping into your G-spot, and your eyes roll back when his hand squeezes tighter around your throat. Then you feel another pair of hands that aren’t your own, and they glide to your breasts, tweaking your nipples, pinching and massaging them. Heeseung leans lower, whispering more words that sound like praises into your ear. Your pussy clenches so tight, and Jake outright whines, head falling back again as he uses added strength to not cum right then and there.

“Jus’ got so tight. Fuck- squeezing me so fucking good- mmh.” His voice rambles after that, not forming coherent words as he battles with his inner demons to not fuck his cum into you. Your hands find his abs, feeling the hard muscle beneath your finger tips as you edge closer to your long awaited orgasm.

“Fuck- m’ gonna cum again.” You announce, eyes shutting tight as your pussy clenches uncontrollably. Jake’s hands pull your knees together, your calves pressed to his shoulders as he fucks into you at a inhumane pace.

“Can-can I cum inside of you?” His accent flows through your ears, and you cum to the thought of his own seeping inside. He takes that as a yes, and he presses his hips against you, his own cum shooting in ropes, filling you whole. You both take a second to calm down, before he pulls out quickly, still hard.

Heeseung’s voice cuts through the air. “You up for one more round baby?” His voice leaves no room for question, and you are already up again. “Atta girl.” Jake slaps your ass cheek.

“All fours, pretty.” Jake says, kissing your forehead. You, albeit slowly, position yourself on all fours, head ticked between your arms in embarrassment as you feel both men staring at you from the foot of the bed. “She can suck me off, you need to feel her.” Jake suggests, and Heeseung nods, slapping his shoulder before they get themselves into position too. You look up to see Hake smiling down at you, his eyes filled with awe. Your tongue teases him, kitty licking around his knob as you wait for Heeseung to situate himself. Soon, you feel a cock rest under your folds, and you feel a shiver sent down your spine.

“Make Jakey feel good while you take our cocks, okay?” You nod, shaking your ass in acknowledgment. Heeseung, unlike Jake, who took it slowly, shoved his fat girth inside you in one stroke, bottoming out quickly. A shriek erupts from your throat. Jake grabs his shaft, and your tongue pokes out as he rests his heavy tip on your tongue.

Your lips wrap around his knob, and your tongue swipes under his dicks, head bobbing slightly to work your way through. Heeseung begins to slam his cock deep inside you too, Jake’s evidence of his last orgasm, and yours, and his pre-cum form a white ring around the base of Heeseung’s dick, and he fills a mixture of pride and lust swell through him, which motivates him to go faster, wanting to cum inside you too.

You time your breathing when your head pulls far back enough from Jake’s member, sucking all the air you can before deep throating him again. Your own saliva mixed with more pre-cum dribbles down your face, dripping globs down to the satin white sheets, creating a messy space.

You all three collectively moan, feeling immense pleasure as you all work your way to your climaxes. It seems you’ll be the first, as your thighs automatically shake, the sensitive feeling from your previous two orgasms overwhelming your senses to do anything really. As Heeseung’s hard thrust sends you flying, you end up choking on Jake’s unit, going so far down your throat to satisfyingly, it brings you both quite close, Heeseung teetering along the lines too. You move to match Heeseung’s pace, still being able to benefit Jake as well, as he’s loudly whining and groaning, his hands brushing through your hair as you looking up at him, his Adam apple prominent and throbbing with every gulp he swallows before he eventually cums first, proving you all wrong. His dick throbs, less cum spurting out of his tip, his balls twitching. You swallow, breathing properly again. Jake pulls his dick out of your mouth. He manoeuvres his body, so it’s under your state, and his fingers rigorously rub your bundle of nerves, your cunt spawning out of control as you cum for the third time tonight. This activates Heeseungs, your moans and merciless clenches stimulating him to the point of climax, his own hot bodily fluid reaching the depths Jake had too, drowning your insides.

“Fuck, you’re always so tight, no matter how many cocks you can take.” Heeseung rambles, going off about how good feel clamped around him. He pulls out eventually, and Jake and him both get to work with aftercare, as you lay, on your back, utterly exhausted, with nothing but the fact that you will be doing this again flowing through.

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Grow Up, Would You? [Josh Washington]

“I don’t know if you’ve changed any since middle school but I really hope you’ve learned the difference between pranking somebody and just being a fucking bully.”

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[CHAPTER SIX]

"Jordan, wake up!" I hear Hannah yelling through the bedroom door, pounding on it hard enough to break it. In a panic, I roll out of bed, hitting the ground with a thud.

"I'm awake! I'm awake!" I cry out, scrambling for the door. I pull it open quickly, fearing for a millisecond I'd ripped it off it's hinges. In front of me is Hannah with a shy grin on her face. Next to her is Beth, holding a large plate stacked with pancakes. My jaw drops. I'm speechless.

"Good morning sleepyhead," Hannah says meekly. She very much understands she nearly killed me with her wake up call.

"What the fuck?" I groan, rubbing my eyes. "Is this how you normally wake people up?"

"With pancakes?" Beth offers, holding out the plate to me. I scoff, shake my head, and sigh heavily.

"Everyone else is downstairs," Hannah says, taking a pancake directly off of Beth's plate and handing it to me. I take it and take a bite. It's a good pancake.

"Who made these?" I sigh, motioning for the girls to enter my room so I could get dressed. They close the door behind them.

"We did, and Josh supervised." I rubbed my temples from the hangover that began to creep it's way into my consciousness. I hadn't even noticed it with the adrenaline roaring through me. As I crouch down to my bag, Hannah and Beth both set themselves onto the bed.

"How was your night? You guys were laughing, like, the entire time. We heard you from upstairs!" Beth says. I shrug.

"It was good, from what I remember." I admit. Slowly, the memories had started trickling back into my head. The porch, the couch.

Joshua.

My face starts to redden immediately as I think about it. The smell of his clothes, laying in the snow, his head in my lap.

"Did you get wasted?" Hannah asks. I can hear her eating.

"Feels like I did," I admit with a small chuckle. "My head is starting to hurt."

"Smart of you to leave water and aspirin next to your bed," she replies. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion as I pull out a pair of jeans, a dark blue turtleneck sweater, and a pair of thick black socks.

"What?" I look up, and knowing, evil smiles start to creep onto their faces. They are more like their scheming brother than I thought. I stand up and change as Hannah reaches over to the pills and water.

"No note," Hannah sighs as she hands them to me.

"Why would there be a note?" I ask defensively. "I probably put them there and don't remember." I take the items from Hannah and down them.

"Or somebody else put them there."

"Ok guys," I start, putting my hands up. "I can tell you're scheming. I know your brother, you've got the same look he does when he's about to throw paper at my head." They snicker a little at this.

"Josh totally has a thing for you," Beth whispers. I raise my eyebrows. "And we think you guys would be super cute together."

"I don't think so, girls. To either of those things," I gulp, walking quickly for the door. Beth is quickly able to block me, standing in front of it. "He's made my life hell for most of my life. Isn't just getting along enough?"

"We saw you guys outside yesterday," Hannah beams. She appears as if she can barely contain her excitement and she pushes up her glasses. "Just rolling around in the snow... On top of each other."

"We were drunk!" I defend, nearly yelling. "Now can we please go downstairs?"

"Are you claustrophobic?"

"What??"

"Nevermind." Beth steps aside, and I hesitate. I take a deep sigh before slowly turning back around.

"What makes you think he feels that way about me?" I ask. Both girls look at each other with smug smiles on their faces, and I roll my eyes.

"Well, for one, the amount of attention he's given you over the years is incredible," Beth starts. "Maybe not the attention anybody would've liked-"

"Not that we're excusing it." Hannah chimes in.

"Right. Bullying is wrong and he's an asshole for what he's done to you over the years. But for the entirety of our lives that he's known you, he's perked up at the mention of you." I raise my eyebrows again and place my hands on my hips, waiting for them to continue.

"Every time Chris was over, somehow you were always brought up, even after you changed schools."

"I think you guys are bullshitting me," I laugh. There was no way.

"I can almost guarantee he knows things about you that you wouldn't think he does," Hannah says. They finally start making their way towards me and the door to exit to the kitchen. "You'll see." I roll my eyes and sigh.

"Whatever."

"Don't worry, Jordan, we'll take care of it." I don't like the sound of that at all. As soon as the door is open, Hannah and Beth rush past me. When I get to the kitchen, I see Josh, Chris, and Matt talking.

"Good morning," I greet. As soon as Josh sees me, a red dusts his cheeks. He averts his eyes, looking at the ground. A smile tugs at my lips for a moment. Does he remember?

"Good morning, cousin." Chris says in a sing-song voice. Matt smiles and nods in greeting. Everyone else was scattered around, Emily, Mike, and Jess on the couch, Josh, Chris, Matt, and I in the kitchen, and the twins go to the dining room table to sit with Sam and Ashley.

"Mornin'," Josh nods. Chris squints his eyes, looking between Josh and I.

"Forgive the attitude, Josh woke up mad hungover." Chris explains.

"You didn't?" Matt asks, grabbing a plate of half eaten pancakes that I can only assume is his and continuing to eat.

"Nah, never had a hangover in my life," he brags, pushing his un-styled hair back. It pokes upward as it would normally would, but the bedhead was severe, making him look more like Guy Fieri than my cousin. As I go to the massive plate of pancakes on the counter, Josh walks up next to me to get some, himself.

"How did you sleep?" He mumbled, his voice low. I hum as I consider my answer.

"I slept fine," I answer. I grabbed three pancakes, spreading butter across each one. I hesitate before what I say next. "Thank you for the pain killers and the water."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Josh says, a smile tugging at his lips. The same as the day before out on the balcony, he was standing shoulder to shoulder with me as we decorated our breakfast.

"Right, I forget you're pure evil." I chuckle.

"Just the worst." he responds. We look at each other, just standing and smiling like fools. Chris slaps his hand hard on Josh's shoulder, knocking the air out of his friend and snapping us out of it.

"You guys seemed to have sorted out your differences," Chris coo's, shoving himself between us and draping his arms over our shoulders. Josh looks frustrated, his common intense stare now aimed at his best friend. "I'm so proud of you guys." I laugh, and Josh's expression softens.

"Yes, Cochise, your roll as best friend is officially revoked and now given to Jordan," he teases. Chris gasps and releases us from his loose embrace, allowing us to actually eat our breakfast.

We eat in a comfortable silence. The ambience of the warm fire crackling in the living room and the gorgeous view of the snow falling slowly outside of the windows allows for a comfortable environment. This is the most comfort and acceptance in a group I've felt in a long time, if not for the first time.

"Alright party people," Beth starts, everyone else following behind her. "Group meeting in the kitchen."

"Oh, yay, my favorite." Emily says sarcastically. Everyone ignores her as Beth continues on.

"What do we want to do today?"

"We could go on a hike." Sam suggests. Jess looks at her in terror.

"In this weather?" she gasps.

"If you wear the right clothes it's really not that bad."

"For Ms. One-With-Nature, maybe."

"Do you still have those skis and snowboards up here, Josh?" Mike asks. Matt perks up.

"Yeah, sure, but I don't think anybody here is professional enough to navigate the trails here," Josh answers. "We could use the outdoor hot tub."

"And freeze to death as soon as I leave the water??" Ashley scoffs. "No thank you!"

The group continues to babble, throwing out ideas left and right of what we wanted to do today. As it was my first time at the lodge, I figure it would be better if I stayed out of this conversation - especially because I just don't know what there is, here. I listen in. Sam, Matt, and Mike are suggesting more strenuous and physical activities, Chris suggesting things like a snowball war, the others suggest more indoor activities. The twins and Josh say nothing other than confirming the possibility of the activity being a choice at all.

It appeared that "snowball war" was tied with "massive indoor blanket and pillow fort."

"C'mon, guys, it's winter! When was the last time we played in the snow?" Josh asks excitedly. He's waving his arms around as he speaks. I'm not sure I've ever seen him want something so bad.

"When was the last time you've made a pillow fort?" Ashley asks. As they continue their debate, I can't help but notice that Hannah and Mike were missing. I glance around, but they're nowhere to be seen. My eyes land on Emily. Her expression is that of fake interest in the conversation, trying to hide what I could tell she really felt. I never thought that I would see worry in her eyes. She makes eye contact with me, but instead of making a scene, she averts her eyes and turns around, heading towards the bathroom. For a split second I swear I saw tears in her eyes.

"Snowball fight wins the vote!" Chris cheers, he and Josh chest bump and I nearly jump out of my skin at the sudden interruption to my thoughts. "Everybody gets ready and we'll meet outside." As we disperse, I go in the direction that Emily had. I get to the bathroom, where I assumed she went, and gently knock.

"Go away!" Emily hisses. I can hear her sniffling.

"Snowball fight is the winner." I say softly. I'm pressed lightly against the door, wanting to hear anything she might say.

"Okay, great! Then go do that and leave me alone." There's a long beat of silence, the only sound being toilet paper ripping off the roll and what I assume is Emily blowing her nose. "I know you're still out there."

"Are you ok?" I ask. Silence again, and a sniffle.

"Yeah, I'm... Fine," she answers, her tone much softer now.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not with you." she scoffs. I sigh and let off the door. As I do, it opens. Emily, shorter than I am, looks up at me, her mascara streaming down her face and smudged badly.

"You look like shit." I state. She laughs and steps aside for me to step in, closing the door behind me.

"Are you gonna make fun of me?" Emily questions, leaving against the sink and crossing her arms.

"For what?" she looks at me like I'm stupid. "You haven't even told me what you're crying about yet. Not much to work with." She laughs again, softly. A smile tugs at my lips, a sort of pride swelling in my chest at making her smile, let alone laugh.

Twice.

"It's just..." Emily looks down, shaking her head like she can't believe herself. "Mike."

"What did he do?"

"He -" she cuts herself off and looks up at the ceiling, blinking tears away as if her makeup wasn't already ruined. "He keeps entertaining other girls, I don't know. I know you noticed he and Hannah are nowhere to be seen. They were out on the balcony earlier." I slowly set myself down next to her. She doesn't move, so I hesitantly reach up and place my hand on her back. I can feel her tense up before settling under my touch.

"I'm sorry, Emily." I offer, unsure of what to say.

"Hannah and I have been friends for so long, I thought she would have some kind of respect for me," Emily gulps. "After all I've done for her."

"I don't know what to say." she lets out an airy laugh at my statement. All I know how to do is to continue to rub circles onto her back through her thin sweater.

"Listening is enough, or... whatever," she sighs, leaning into me and laying her head on my shoulder. For a moment, I considered pinching myself. We sit there together in a comfortable silence aside from the last sniffles of heartbreak from Emily.

"We can fuck them up with snowballs," I offer quietly. I didn't want anyone to start looking for Emily - I was almost certain she was missed. "You can spit on them or put ice chunks inside." Emily rolls her eyes, but she's smiling as she pushes herself off of the bathroom counter.

"Encouraging me to split people's lips with ice is a cruelty I never expected to hear from you, Jordy." I narrow my eyes at the rather cringeworthy nickname. "It's a nice refresher."

"Do you want me to help you with cleaning up your makeup?" I ask, opening the cabinets in search of makeup wipes. "It's smudged to all hell."

"It's a smoky eye, genius," Emily retorts. I scoff at her as I find the wipes I knew Beth kept in here. "Ever see it before?"

"You're not rocking it, girlfriend." I state in a mildly mocking tone. She quirks her eyebrow at me and in her eyes is something different when she looks at me. It looks like approval - respect, even, but with Emily I knew it could never be that easy.

"Jordan." She commands as she sits on the lid of the toilet and waits for me to clean her up. I snap my head to her. She spoke with such authority, I wasn't sure what to do other than pay attention. As our eyes meet, Emily looks away with a sudden shyness and embarrassment.

"Emily?"

"Thank you."

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I stand at the door, looking outside at my acquaintances as they chatter. I was as dressed for the winter as I could be - which wasn't enough. I hesitated in leaving the warmth of the lodge despite knowing I would only have fun.

"Don't just stand there, let's go." Emily goads, pushing past me and pulling open the door, causing me to stumble. She's cleaned up and dressed fashionably, and I suppose she's back to her old self. I can't help but smile, though. I'm just glad she feels better. I sigh before following behind.

"There you are," Josh says as he spots me. His gaze completely passes over Emily, who is directly in his line of sight. Of course, she notices and turns around to smirk at me with an eyebrow raised. I can only shrug in response. "Now we can get started!" I bury my nose in my hoodie, Mr. Winter already biting at my face.

"What are the rules, good sir!?" Chris shouts in a terrible noble accent. He's already in the snow, using his feet to push up a pile for cover like he did when we were children. Say what you want about Chris, but when it came to snowball fights? He didn't play around.

"Why, thank you for asking, my good man!" Josh responds, his accent better but not by much. "No ice, in the snow! We don't want a single fatality on this battle field!" He paces forward as if he were a drill instructor, holding his hands behind his back and looking straight ahead. I can see Matt and Mike rush to follow Chris's lead in making their own shields. "Do try to avoid headshots!" Josh stops and turns around quickly before pacing ahead. "FINALLY!!"

"Get on with it, Josh," Sam scolds, folding her arms. I can tell she's eager to begin and her patience was running thin from being cooped up indoors.

"If you're hit above the belt, three times, you're OUT!!" He continues, ignoring Sam aside from a glance. He stops, finally standing still and facing towards those of as that hadn't already started our defenses. "Are we clear?!"

"Sir, yes sir!" I shout, saluting him. Nobody else does the same, and I feel embarrassed. Is nobody else funny or am I just that lame? Josh beams at me, and my concerns suddenly cease. My heart rate rises.

"5 MINUTES TO PREPARE!" He shouts. As the remaining group disperses, Josh hurries over to me, looking me up and down with a concerned look on his face. "Where's your coat?"

"It was stolen at the station," I mumble. "This hoodie is all I've got. It's plenty warm." He sighs and opens his mouth to say something.

"Jordan, Josh! Come here, come here, team up with me!" Chris whisper shouts. As Josh and I rush over to the now massive wall Chris had pushed up, I glance over across the other side of the yard. Matt, Jess, and Sam hurriedly make their pile. Jess is grinning from ear to ear as she tosses fluffy snow onto the top of their wall, contributing near nothing while Sam and Matt pack the snow in as tight as possible.

In another corner, Ashley, Mike, Emily and Beth do the same - minus Emily. She's crouched down with the others, but by the look on her face I can tell she's not enthused about putting her gloveless hands into the freezing snow. Finally, Hannah and Ashley practically bury themselves in the thick blanket of weather as if hiding themselves. I can't help but snicker at their fear as Mike shouts.

"WAR!!" He immediately throws a fat snowball at Matt's pile. Matt turns to look, and unluckily enough, gets hit directly in the center of his face.

"Fuck!! I thought we said no headshots!!" He goes down. Jess squeals in fear and excitement. Snowballs start flying everywhere. Josh, to my right, made snowballs and packed them as tightly and as spherical as he could, making a pyramid of ammo for Chris. I move in between Chris and Josh, hoping for both protection and a little bit of warmth.

"Load!" Chris shouts. I take a snowball from the pile of 'ammo' and place it into Chris's hands.

"Dude, where are your gloves?" I ask. He throws, and just before he can hide again he's hit in the shoulder.

"THAT'S ONE!!" Jess shouts excitedly. I peer over the snowfort to see her jumping up and down before Matt and Sam pull her down, just barely avoiding the wrath of Michael Munroe and Emily Davis.

"Shit, I can't believe Jess got a hit on me," Chris grumbles. I giggle as I hand him another snowball. He throws it again, and I hear Mike shout.

"You're sure you're not too cold?" Josh suddenly asks, holding a loose pile of snow in both of his hands. I look at him over my shoulder and I'm shocked to be met with what seemed like genuine concern.

"Yes, I'm sure," I assure. I'm lying, though. I wanted to ask him to let me use his coat again so badly, to bury myself in it's warmth and his smell. I shudder at the thought of being so affectionate towards him. He may soon be a friend, if the kindness continues on, but I didn't want to admit yet that I'd grown so fond of him and the things about him so quickly after I'd hated him so passionately. I turn back around and hand Chris another load before feeling Josh's arm press against mine, sitting shoulder to shoulder with me. He's so, so warm - and I think he knows this.

"THAT'S TWO!" I hear Jess cheer as Chris's glasses are knocked off of his face.

"Fuck!" Chris hisses, wiping the snow from his face. "Shit, that's so -" another hit to the back of the head interrupts him.

"YOU'RE OUT!!" Sam boasts. I peer over the diminishing cover to see who had retreated back into the lodge in defeat. Josh, Sam, Mike and I were the only ones left, Jess actively walking up the stairs as she'd just gotten 'out'. Ashley and Hannah had gotten bombarded almost immediately after the match had started, so I was unsurprised to see them on the porch, huddled together for warmth. Aside from that, I notice that Emily and Jess are whispering to each other, glancing at Hannah and Mike. I furrow my eyebrows before getting blasted in the shoulder.

"Holy shit!" I hiss. Mike threw hard.

"Hey, man, cool it!" Josh shouts as I lay behind the nearly completely destroyed wall of snow.

"Sorry!" Mike returned. I feel another one hit me. Josh kneels next to my dying form.

"Josh, I..." I start dramatically, grabbing at his shirt. "I can't go on..."

"No, c'mon Jordan, don't do this to me! We're gonna make it, okay? We can still win! There's two of us and one each of them!" I hear Sam groan in displeasure as Mike defeats her swiftly. "One of them!" Josh corrects himself. I laugh, and he ducks to barely avoid getting hit.

"I'll distract him, you go in for the kill," I whisper. Josh nods, and I let go of his shirt.

"Godspeed, pilgrim," he says. I roll over to my hands and knees, crawling - rather clumsily - out of the little cover I had.

"Not smart, are you Jordan?" Mike calls out, launching snow at me. I drop to the ground, barely dodging it. "Pure luck!"

"How much life you got left in you, Mike?" I shout back, getting back up and running, crouched, to the depleted cover Matt had built up. Unlike the others, who were now huddled together and speaking in whispers, Matt, Hannah, and Beth sat on the stairs and watched us, cheering. Matt looked stressed out, as well, as if his favorite team was close to losing.

"Hit me twice and you've bested me!" Mike calls. I manage to dodge another of his throws. As I bend down, I scoop up my own snowball and throw, barely bothering to aim. The weak snowball splits into multiple pieces, but the majority still hits him.

"THERE'S ONE!" Matt shouts. I nearly jump out of my boots. I've never seen Matt so energetic and passionate about anything before. "ONE MORE, ONE MORE, LET'S GO!" As Mike aims to throw at me again, he's hit in the chest by Joshua. Mike falls dramatically, sticking out his tongue and crossing his arms as he fell backwards to his death.

Instead of walking to Mike, Josh walks to me and helps me up. As I grin at him, he presses a snowball to my chest.

"You are dead, and victory is mine." He states, patting my shoulder. My jaw drops, and I can hear Matt and Mike laughing.

"You betrayed me, just like that?" I frown. Josh says nothing, opting instead to lean down by my ear so no one else could hear him.

"Let's get in the lodge and get you warm." He pats me on the shoulder again before walking past me and into the lodge. I huff, crossing my arms in annoyance. Some things never change. Once we're back inside, I glance at the clock. We'd been out there for a little over an hour and a half.

"Who wants hot chocolate?" Beth asks in a sing song voice. She motions towards the counter, where there was a line of steaming hot chocolates and a large, clear bowl of tiny marshmallows. I stay behind as the rest of the group crowds the counter. Josh stands with me.

"Have you spoken to my sisters this morning?" He asks, bumping his hip into mine.

"Some. Why?" I return the hit.

"I think they're scheming something." He hums. We continue hip-bumping back and forth.

"They are Washingtons, after all," I grin, dodging his last hit and going to the hot drinks. They smelled so, so good. I grab my cup and step back, my back bumping into Josh's chest. He grabs my hips gently to hold me steady as he puts his mouth next to my ear, just as he did moments before outside.

"I think they're trying to get us together," he surmises. "They're even looking at us right now." I glance up at the twins as Josh backs up a little. He was right. "Just watch out. We might get tied together, or something when we least expect it."

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The night is an odd one.

As soon as the sun began to set, drinks were reintroduced to the group. Unlike the night before, however, everyone was sipping rather than chugging. There's an odd tension in the air. Nearly everyone had been shooting suspicious glances at one another for the entire evening, Emily and Jess being the worst. They just kept whispering. Sam was the biggest give-away that something was afoot, her expression one of guilt and confusion. Whenever I'd tried to pry, though, I was turned away until eventually the majority had sauntered off to somewhere else.

Josh, Chris, the twins and I sat in the living room together, red solo cups with our names written on them scattered across the large coffee table. On the television, commercials no one paid attention to were running. At this moment, the man on screen was attempting to sell a non stick copper pan.

Hannah and Beth sat on either side of me. Beth wore black leggings, a thin grey sweater, and her fuzzy beanie to match, while Hannah was dressed in dark jeans and a t-shirt.

"I never noticed your tattoo," I point out, poking the design on Hannah's right shoulder. "You like butterflies?" Her face grows red as she nods and smiles, tucking her hair behind her ear. I narrow my eyes at her. What kind of a response was that? Chris and Josh bantered about some video game as Hannah and Beth began to attempt a confession from me.

"Do you like him too?"

"Do you think he's cute?"

"Would you kiss him if you got the chance?"

I grow more and more frustrated with each question, tired of repeating myself. With each 'no' and 'stop asking,' the anger continued to build inside my chest. Eventually, I stand up.

"Okay, guys, that's enough. I told you no and to leave it alone." Chris and Josh stop to look at me, the twins looking embarrassed themselves.

I don't think Josh was disgusting or anything. Unfortunately, in fact, I have continued to think the opposite as we to spend more time together. But the lack of boundaries that the twins seemed to respect had pushed me to my limits, despite their seemingly good intentions. A wave of embarrassment washes over me as they stare. Hannah and Beth are smiling, still, and the embarrassment is replaced again by anger.

"I'm going to go lay down, I think," I decide, taking a deep breath. I downed the rest of my drink quickly, setting it back down onto it's coaster rather harshly. Other than Josh, the others begin to protest. Instead of asking me to stay out, have more to drink, he stared up at me like a puppy. For some reason, that was what made me want to stay the most.

That look.

"Just a nap, just a nap," I promise as I walk towards the stairs, waving my hand over my shoulder dismissively. As fun as everything had been, my social battery and tolerance for other people had been shrinking exponentially. A part of me couldn't wait to go home.

I get to my room, flopping down onto the bed and groaning, kicking the bed. I love the twins, I really do, but the lack of boundaries and acceptance of the word 'no' was concerning and uncomfortable, to say the least. I start to drift off to sleep quickly.

Josh has been kind to me. Caring, even. I replay our interactions of the weekend over and over again in my head. He'd said it was because I was friends with his sisters and his best friend, but was that really the only reason? Kindness by association? My face grows hot when I remember the couch, his hand resting on my neck, the way he looked at me, leaning in to kiss me.

I thought he had a thing for Sam.

Just as I'm about to fade out into dreams, there's a gentle, barely audible knock on the door.

"Go away." I groan, burying my face into one of the soft feather pillows. I didn't want to see anybody right now.

"It's Josh."

"...come in."

I take my face out of the pillow to watch him. The door creaks open slowly, opening just enough for Josh to slip through. He closes it behind him as if sneaking in.

"Don't worry, I think we're in the clear. My parents are asleep," I joke. He rolls his eyes, but he's smiling. "What's with the smug face?"

"You told me to go away until you knew it was me," he says. I sit up and scoot to sit on the side of the bed, Josh coming to sit next to me. He sat close, our shoulders pressed together as usual. "I think you're starting to like me, J."

"Why did you come in here?" I ask, ignoring what he said. He chuckles.

"I wanted to check on you, is all," Josh answers. "I'm sorry about the girls, they're convinced we're meant for each other now that we're not... battling." I nod slowly as if in understanding, but all I can think about is how good he smells and how warm he is.

"It's just annoying, I guess," I shrug. "My boundaries mean a lot to me, I don't like when any of them are crossed." Josh says nothing. There's a sound at the door followed by girlish giggling, and Josh stands up quickly, his eyes wide.

"They didn't..." he says, marching to the door and grabbing the handle and shaking it wildly. "Goddamn it!"

"What? What is it?" I ask, growing worried.

"They locked us in."

"They what?" I nearly shriek, standing up with him. "What kind of door locks from the outside!?"

"It's a trick we used to do when we were kids," Josh explains as he continues to shake the handle. "There are these things that let you lock a door from the outside, it's kind of hard to explain." I scoff, pressing myself against the door.

"Hannah, Beth," I start. "Chris! Let us out! Please!?"

"In a bit!" one of the twins responds. I can't tell who is speaking through the door, their voices identical as their faces.

"I am not happy, you guys," I state. We hear them walk away hurriedly, and Josh sighs. I turn to him. "What do we do?"

"I guess we wait."

"...I don't like being trapped." I murmur, barely loud enough for him to hear me. I hold myself as if I'll fall apart. Josh looks at me with an expression I can't pinpoint. Fear? Regret? I don't have any issues with being in a small room or in any room at all - as long as I can leave at any time. I sit back onto the bed.

"Is that..." Josh starts. I look up at him. His expression is embarrassed and remorseful. "Is that because of me?"

"...yeah." I admit. Josh had locked me into lockers at least once a year when I was small enough to fit inside. I would scream and cry for at least 20 minutes each time until he let me out. The teachers at that school sucked. He says nothing, turning away.

He doesn't apologize.

"That... sucks." he mumbles. My chest hurts. Is he not sorry? His expression was remorseful but I wanted so badly for him to say it, to apologize for everything he'd put me through despite our eventual reconciliation. I say nothing, though. I hesitantly accept that an apology should never be expected from him.

Josh stays silent as he sits next to me again, though this time he's not touching me.

"They'll let us out, okay?" he says, attempting to comfort me. I don't respond, choosing instead to roll over and lay onto the bed, my back turned to him. It's petty, I know. But I was so, so uncomfortable. The inability to leave the room was crushing to me. "They'll let us out." I feel the bed shift as he moves, placing a hand on my shoulder. My instinct is to shake him off, but I would be lying if I said the physical contact didn't ground me somewhat.

We don't speak for a while, just sitting in the uncomfortable silence aside from my deep breaths in an effort to calm myself.

"Is there anything I can do?" Josh asks. His hand never leaves my shoulder. I slowly start to turn to him again.

"I don't think so," I answer. The silence continues as I very slowly make my way to sit next to him again. Eventually, I'm back in place. I barely lean against him, testing the waters. His touch was comforting and grounding, and it was what I really wanted - needed - right now. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but it wasn't his arm over my shoulder pulling me into him.

Josh is warm, and much more solid than I expect. It wasn't as if he was a beef cake, but his shoulders were somewhat broad, he was lean, and it felt as if he were somewhat muscular.

I try not to think about him shirtless.

"I'm sorry for... kinda freaking out," I apologize. Josh hums in acknowledgement, rubbing my shoulder slowly and gently.

"I wouldn't consider such a calm reaction 'freaking out'," he responds. I wrap my arms around his waist in a lazy hug, and I hear his strong heartbeat quicken, my eyebrows raising slightly in surprise. Was he nervous?

"Your heart beat is fast."

"Is it?" I feel his breathing slow down as if to calm himself and his heart, but the breaths are much deeper. I let go of his waist and back up to look up at him through my eyelashes. His hand moves from my shoulder to my back, and he looks back at me with a look I can only describe as desperate.

"Yeah," I murmur. Josh's eyes move quickly around my face as if looking for something, lingering on my lips for too long. The tension is incredibly thick. "Do I make you nervous?"

"Yes."

He slowly places both of his warm calloused hands around my face, his thumb caressing my cheek bone. His mouth hangs open slightly and his breathing continues to deepen.

"I am..." he starts again. His eyes lock with mine now. "Terrified of you." My lips part as if on instinct as he slowly leans in and tilts his head slightly. Our noses touch and he pauses. He's shaking so badly. I can't help but let out an airy chuckle. My own heartbeat was so fast I was waiting to go into cardiac arrest.

"ALRIGHT, FELLAS, YOU'RE FREE TO GO!!" Beth shouts, nearly kicking down the door. Josh and I jump, and I fall off the bed and hit the ground hard.

"Shit!" I hiss, the pain rippling through my body.

"Are you okay?" Josh asks, standing to pick me up. I can hear Beth gasping loudly.

"Shit, we should've just left you guys in here," Hannah sighs. I glare at her for a split second before scrambling for the door, nearly shoving past them. "Jordan, wait!" she calls, but I ignore her. I grab Josh's winter coat, the one he lent me previously, and go outside. Instead of staying on the balcony, I trudge down the stairs and under, sitting in the corner.

For a split second I feel like I am overreacting. But I needed to be alone and out of that room. I hated being trapped, more than anything. Not being able to escape a room, not knowing when you can get out - it's torture.

I'm able to stay grounded with the warmth and smell of Josh's coat. I can't believe I almost kissed him just moments prior, and despite my raging anxiety, I smile. Then I frown. It only then occurs to me that I wanted him to kiss me. I want him to kiss me.

I want to kiss Josh.

I bury my head in my arms and laugh.

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Hey y'all, once again I'd like to thank you for your patience. This chapter is really long because it's supposed to be the last day and night before the plot of the game really kicks in, but it started getting too long. Thanks for reading, next chapter soon!

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turntechcosplayer · 7 months ago

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☆Making Mistakes: Spencer Reid x Reader

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This is my second work for Kinktober (and yes I know this is ridiculous, but I've got so much more in the works now that midterms are over.) In this work, these kinks are explored:

1.) Drunk Sex 2.) Slight Dub-Con 3.) Begging 4.) Creampie

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"Spencer... I think we need to talk." I said into the phone. His breathing sounded uneasy and his words sounded shaky as his answer came over the line.

"Yeah...okay... I'll be up in 5 minutes."

"Okay. See you then." I answered. I hung up the phone and looked at myself in the mirror. Was I really about to do this? Could I do this? And I meant that philosophically, it was definitely against HR guidelines. My fingers tightened around the cold glass bottle in my hands as I raised it to my lips, taking a swig of the tart but not altogether unpleasant dry white wine I'd found in my fridge. I closed my eyes, attempting to settle my nerves with a slow and deliberate inhale. You can do this... He's only your coworker.... And best friend... And downstairs Neighbor... God! What was I doing? I had to call him back and tell him nevermind! We didn't need to talk after all. I would be okay. I loved being his friend. I could love him from afar. Cheer him on from the sidelines... Maybe that could be enough…

No... I knew I'd never get enough of him that way to make up for not having him in the way I needed him... What if... What if I took the mystery out of it? What if I just slept with him? Then I could have those memories to hold me over until I was dead and it wasn't my problem anymore. That could be enough... That would be enough. It had to be. It was the best compromise. I could have a piece of him. And it would be less likely to complicate things than if I were to come right out and tell him that I loved him. From the very moment I saw him. I raised the bottle to my lips again, taking another swig. I had probably drank way more than I should have. That tell-tale fuzziness began to cloud my brain in simultaneously the best and worst ways. I only knew one thing for certain in that moment... I absolutely positively could not tell him the truth of why I'd asked him up here. I heard his familiar knock on my front door. 'Shave and a haircut, two bits.'

I gritted my teeth and headed to the door. Fate awaited me there. I placed the bottle down on the counter of my kitchen island much harder than I meant to, creating a loud clang. I grimaced and reached out for the door, shrugging my housecoat higher on my shoulders. The door opened to reveal Spencer, standing in his pajamas, robe, and the slippers I'd bought him for secret Santa at the office two Christmases ago.

"Are you...okay?" I just gestured to the bottle sitting on the counter and stepped aside, letting him enter. He came in, walking stiff and awkward, obviously not knowing why he'd been summoned. I sucked in a deep breath. You can do this. Just ask him if he'd like to have sex with you... There was just one problem. I had no idea how proposing a casual sexual encounter worked. I'd only ever had sex within a relationship... Never free-range. I screwed up my nose at that wording. Free-range... Like all my sexual encounters had been locked up in some kind of cage up until this point. Well, maybe that was one way of looking at it. This was something different. Something new to try. I wasn't doing this because I was a coward. No, I was just giving myself a new experience. A new adventure. This was empowering.

Spencer's hair was wet. He must've had a shower no more than 10 minutes ago. A small water droplet fell from one of his gorgeous locks and cascaded down his forehead as if it were on a crusade of sorts. He raised his hand to wipe it away and I noticed he'd been staring at me. Probably thinking I was some kind of nutcase. My hand slowly reached out without my telling it to do so, taking his as I took a slow step closer.

"(Y/n)..." He questioned.

"Spencer..." I whispered back. His eyes fluttered down to my lips. His eyelashes seemed impossibly long and his gaze felt hot on my skin.

"(Y/n)..." His breath clouded my senses. Oh God...

"Spencer..." I whined, turning my eyebrows up.

"You're drunk..." He whispered, leaning down closer to my lips.

"True." I answered, my lips ghosting over his as I spoke. Was I really doing this?

"Tell me what I'm doing here." He murmured. I wanted so desperately just to spill everything. To tell him how I felt. To tell the truth no matter what it cost me. But I just couldn’t…

"To quell my curiosity" I whispered. I interlaced our fingers and my breath caught in my throat as his other hand laid on my hip.

"And what is it you're curious about?" He asked. What came out of my mouth next was almost definitely the wine talking.

"I want to know how your tongue tastes..." his mouth split into a grin and the tip of his nose knocked against mine as I gritted my teeth, just waiting.

"God dammit, (Y/n)..." He whispered.

"Because I've always wondered..." I murmured. "And maybe... If I were to taste you... Just once... I could get it out of my head." Yes, definitely the wine... I mean, sober thoughts, but I definitely didn't intend for them to come out of my mouth.

"Just once?" He asked.

"Okay... Maybe more than once... " I stood on my tiptoes and let my eyes flutter closed before I finally pressed my lips to his. Desire burned through my body and my skin buzzed with anticipation. This night had potential. We had potential. I needed him. In whatever way I could get him. Just this once... Finally, I could let my little façade slip. Even just a little. Maybe I couldn't tell him the whole truth, but this night... We could have this night... And that would have to do.

Spencer slowly pulled his hand out of mine, reaching up and pushing my hair back behind my ear, letting his hand settle on the back of my neck. I tipped my head down, breaking our lips apart and leaning my forehead against his. This was already more than I ever could have hoped for. I looked up into his eyes. His gorgeous, warm, caramel eyes. He slowly dipped his head down, his lips pressed against my neck and I groaned, feeling my knees start to give way under me. I slowly shrugged my housecoat off and it fell to the ground, pooling around my feet. I was now left in my white, ribbed tank-top and my black bicycle shorts with the rainbow waistband. His hand slowly slipped under my top, propping itself back on my hip.

"Oh... Fuck..." I whispered, gripping onto his robe. My fists clenched around the material. Spencer's teeth nipped at my skin, his lips abusing it to the point, I knew they'd be leaving a bruise in their wake. He broke away from me.

"Tell me what you want..." He whispered, looking into my eyes. They seemed to be lit with the same fiery passion that had been ignited in mine. My lips parted as I gasped for air.

"God, Spencer, just take me!" I spat, reconnecting our lips. Spencer's hands ran down the backs of my thighs and I jumped. He caught me and carried me to the kitchen island, placing me down on it. I desperately pushed his robe off his shoulders, and he shed it. I placed my hands on either side of his face, pressing my lips back to his in a feverish frenzy. He gripped the bottom hem of my tank top, pulling it up. It passed between our lips, and I took a moment to suck in a deep breath.

"Oh... Oh my god... " He whispered as his gaze fell down to my chest. "You look... Oh my god..." His hands laid on my sides, running up and tracing the outline of my breasts. "Jesus (Y/n)..." I felt a hot blush claw its way onto my face. "Can I...?"

"Oh... Uh, yeah- of course." I answered. He slowly bent down, forming his lips around my right nipple, sucking slightly and lapping his tongue up against it. I tangled both my hands in his hair, tugging on it hard. He let out a groan. "Oh... Ah- Spence! Oh my God!!!" I lolled my head back and my toes curled, my back arching as moans spilled from my lips.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful." He murmured, leaning in and kissing down my chest. I pushed myself forward and slid off the bar, taking his hand and dragging him with me to my bedroom. I just needed him. I pulled my hand from his and pushed down my shorts and my panties, hopping out of them and leaving them on the floor. Spencer began shedding his clothes behind me and I climbed into bed. He climbed in after me, holding himself over top of me. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked. I felt a shiver go down my spine. Did I? If this was what I got... So be it... I'd take any of him he was willing to give.

"Yes..." I answered, "I- I need this... I- I need you." Spencer closed his eyes and a small grin appeared on his face. He nodded and reached down, taking himself into his hand and guiding his tip to my entrance.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

"Yes." I answered. I took a deep breath and grabbed fistfuls of the sheets. Spencer slowly pushed into me. A gasp clawed its way forth from my throat and I heard Spencer let out a similar one. He buried his head in my neck, his teeth sinking into my shoulder. A loud whine left me, and I felt an unexpected silent sob wrack my body. He filled me so totally and so completely in a way I didn't think I'd ever be able to describe. All I knew was that there would be a gaping hole in my chest where my heart used to be when he was gone.

I felt disgusted with myself. I'd gotten Spencer into my bed... And for what? Just so I could squirrel a piece of him away to keep for myself? So I could have something to point to on those nights when I felt so incredibly alone? Like nothing could ever fill the gaping, never-ending, all-encompassing black hole of loneliness that overtook my chest every so often. My nails dug into his back as he rocked in and out of me. He snapped his hips hard against me and it ripped me out of my thoughts, back to the moment. He felt impossibly good. Amazing, even. This was no doubt the best sex of my life. He felt incredible.

"Oh... God...! Oh fuck Spencer! Yes- God yes!" I dragged my nails down his back, gripping his hips so hard I knew I'd leave marks. This beautiful man was in my bed, making me feel things that no one else ever had. I rocked my hips, my back arching hard against the mattress. God, what was I doing?! I was lying to him. I had to come clean. I had to tell him the truth. This had to stop. A strangled sob ripped out of my body. I felt hollow.

"Stop! God- Spencer... Please- please stop!" Spencer immediately pulled out of me and threw himself off the side of the bed, standing over me and watching as tears fell down my face.

"Oh God- (Y/n), fuck- I'm so sorry- I-" I sat up, covering my chest with my arms and pawwing uselessly at the steady stream of tears falling down my cheeks.

"No... I'm sorry, Spencer. I- I don't- this isn't what I wanted- I.." I drew my legs up under me. Spencer eyed me wearily, sitting beside me. I leaned my head on his shoulder, intertwining our fingers. "Spencer, I have... I have loved you since the day we met... And I just... I couldn't tell you- I just had to have a part of you..." Spencer looked down at me.

"(Y/n), I... I don't know what to say..." He murmured. My heart dropped. He slowly picked his head up and I knew he was looking at me. I picked up my head and kept my eyes on the floor. "(Y/n)... Look at me..." I slowly lifted my head and met his eyes. He looked disappointed... But there was something more there... "Why didn't you just tell me?"

"I... I just couldn't..." I whispered.

"(Y/n), I have always thought you were the smartest, sweetest, most beautiful woman I'd ever met... But I gave up hope that you would ever feel the same... But this...? God... (Y/n)..." He dragged his eyes up my body and I felt forced to meet them.

"I'm so sorry..."

"Fuck, (Y/n)..." He whispered. He leaned in and reconnected our lips. I immediately reciprocated. I shoved the blankets off of me and cambered on top of him.

"God, Spencer..." I whispered against his lips. His caramel eyes darkened as they met mine. "Please, can I put it in?" I asked, “Please please please?" I begged. His lips broke into a devilish grin.

"How bad do you want it?" He asked, leaning his forehead on mine, letting his eyes wander down my nude body.

"Fuck, Spencer... I need it... I need you so bad..." I whispered, “Please! Spencer, please, please, please. I need you inside me..." He gritted his teeth and dragged the tip of his nose up my face until his lips were almost back on mine.

"Okay... Show me how well you take it." He muttered against my lips. I smiled and reached down between us. I took his cock into my hand, giving him a few pumps before guiding him into me. My mouth fell open and a gasp escaped. I sat down on him fully, my head rolling back as I slowly started rocking my hips. “Oh fuck..." Spencer whispered, his hands immediately propping themselves on my hips. His grip was tight and he felt fucking amazing.

"Ah- Spencer...! Spence, fuck..." I groaned. My back arched and I placed my hands behind me, steadying myself on his thighs. I cast my eyes down, watching as he slowly disappeared and reappeared from inside me. I moved my hips harder and faster. My slick fluid cascaded down his gorgeous shaft, wetting the neat, downy hairs at its base. I glanced up at his face, seeing he couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from the sight. He slowly moved one of his hands down, perching his fingers on my clit. I clenched my eyes shut and moved my hips in a sloppier pattern. " Oh- oh God, Spencer! Yes! Just like that! Oh my God, fuck!"

"Fuck, (Y/n), you feel so fucking amazing... God, you're so fucking- ah! God, you're so fucking tight!" I squeezed around him, flicking my hips forward. His head immediately lolled back, his lips parting, groans and gasps spilling out. His hips bucked up against mine and my grip on his thighs tightened. I could feel my fingers digging into his skin, continuing the sharp snapping movement of my hips. I felt his cock twitch inside me and I suddenly sat up, my movements shifting to more of a hopping motion. I wrapped my arms around him, digging my nails into his back, gripping him so tightly, I felt the tips of my fingers beginning to numb. Spencer bucked his hips up to meet mine sloppily. I leaned my forehead on his, meeting his eyes. We both broke into gasps, our breathing almost indistinguishable from the pleasured moans that escaped us. "God, you're so fucking beautiful..." Spencer gasped against my lips. Our breathing was ragged, and I poked my tongue out from between my teeth, running it along his upper lip. A chuckle escaped him and he opened his mouth, his own tongue coming out and meeting mine. it circled around mine and I could feel our breath mixing together in the sweltering room. Sweat poured off of us and the room smelled like pure sex and desire. His thumb circled my clit faster, his other fingers splaying out against my tummy to keep his movements as steady as possible. We both became sloppy in our movements as we came closer and closer to the edge. It began building up inside me, growing higher and higher and higher.

"Oh God, Spencer, I'm gonna cum!" I whispered, leaning in and letting my lips ghost over his. He smiled and pecked my lips briefly before backing off.

"Cum baby... Cum for me..." He whispered, I finally let myself go. I clenched around him, riding out the best orgasm of my life on his cock.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh my god!!!" I groaned. My toes curled and my eyes clenched shut as the white hot pleasure rolled through me.

"Fuck, (Y/n) you gotta set off or- oh fuck- oh fuck- I'm going to cum!" He groaned.

"Fuck, Spencer-! I don't care! Cum in me! Fucking cum in me! I fucking need it... Fuck, Spencer, please!" I begged.

"God, (Y/n), you can't talk to me like that... Are you- ah! Are you on the pill?" he asked, hurriedly.

"Yes, Spencer, fuck! Just fucking give it to me!"

"Oh God! (Y/n)! Fuck!" He pumped up into me, gritting his teeth. Finally, I felt him let go. Thick ropes of cum shot inside me... And I took it. I took it all. I needed it. I finally relaxed and I felt him do the same. I collapsed against his chest and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me against him tightly.

"My God, Spencer, that was... Oh my God, that was fucking amazing. You felt fucking amazing..." He chuckled into my hair. "What?" I asked.

"The woman I've had a crush on for years just begged me to cum inside her." I playfully smacked at his shoulder.

"And you did it..." I murmured.

"You're drunk..." He whispered.

"True... But I regret nothing."

"Good... Because neither do I."

Turn's Notes: Hi guys! I hope you enjoyed this fic! I got to itch to write, but I promise that I have more than just Spencer Reid x Readers in the works. And I feel like I should forewarn you, I cannot stick to a schedule to save my life, especially a self-imposed one. Anyway- hope you enjoyed this fic! Bye bye! <3

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jtargaryen18 · 1 month ago

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The Arrangement ~ Chapter 7

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Words: 9.4k

Pairing: Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders) x Reader F

Warnings: Angst, shaming someone with religion, oppressive historical views on women, pregnancy, arranged marriage to a stranger, references to depression, more angst.

Three months later, Tommy isn't handling the fact that she left him well at all. The reader went to care for her mother at her uncle's house in Ipswich not knowing it was just another cage with the key held by a religious zealot. She also has a secret she can't hide for long. Rory is literally f*cking done with Tommy.

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It had been three months since she left. Eighty-nine days, to be exact.

Tommy stood in front of the wardrobe, his shirt sleeves rolled up, a cigarette dangling from between his lips. He wasn’t late yet, but time didn’t matter like it used to. He’d gotten faster at going through the motions and pretending everything was fine. His suits were pressed, his boots shined. All his plans were drawn and being executed.

But under all of it, he was rotting.

The people closest to him noticed, particularly Polly. Tommy snapped more at the men in the shop, at family dinners. At Finn for breathing too loudly. At Polly for looking at him like she knew something he hadn’t said out loud. His patience had quickly turned to ash.

Meetings dragged? He’d cut them short. Whispers carried through the betting floor? He’d slam a drawer hard enough to shut everyone up. One too many questions about the next job or shipment? He’d light a cigarette and walk out without answering. He couldn’t stand it, any of it. The hesitation in a man’s voice or the subtle way someone said “she” and then corrected to “the girl.” The nervous glances when someone dared bring up Ipswich. It all scraped like broken glass behind his eyes.

And God help anyone who said the wrong thing on the wrong day. Because Tommy Shelby didn’t yell. He dismissed. And lately, he’d been doing a lot of that. Even Ada had said something last week, something gentle and irritating. “You don’t sleep, Tom. And you look like you haven’t in months.”

She wasn’t wrong. The nightmares were back at least twice a week now. And he didn’t even answer that. Why the fuck should he?

His fingers skimmed the hangers. Suit. Shirt. Waistcoat. He paused. The charcoal grey. The waistcoat he hadn’t worn since… He remembered the button. It had popped off weeks before she left and he’d meant to have it fixed, but never bothered. He went to shove it back in the wardrobe. But then… he didn’t. He took a closer look.

The buttons, all of them, new. The stitching was tight, neat. She’d done it. Not with a machine. Not like the shirts she’d altered or the coats she’d hemmed.These were hand-stitched. Deliberate. She’d never said a word. Just mended it. And that quiet, ordinary act cut deeper than any scream. Sinking down on the edge of the bed, waistcoat in his lap, he stared at the damn thing like it might disappear. His throat ached.

She had touched this. She’d sat here, in this room, with needle and thread, and left something behind. Something she never meant to break him.

But it did.

Rising, because he wasn’t going to do this again, he shoved it back into the wardrobe and slammed the door like it burned him.

Polly was pouring herself a second cup of tea when he made it downstairs. He didn’t speak. Neither did she. It had been like this for a while now. But when she turned to pass him the sugar, he caught it. That look. It wasn’t quite pity. It was just the knowing. Like she’d seen this kind of heartbreak before and had the nerve to survive it. He took the sugar and the tea and he still didn’t say a bloody word. But he was sick of that look. He was even more sick of the silence wrapped around her name, her ghost in this house. Tommy couldn’t handle it today so he left.

The air was thick with smoke and fresh ink when he reached the betting shop. John and Liam were hunched over paperwork, Arthur sharpening a blade for reasons unknown. Rory was already there. Dressed clean in a dark suit, cap in his lap. Quiet as always and waiting for orders.

Tommy watched him for a long moment. Rory didn’t talk unless spoken to. He didn’t crack jokes or show off like his brothers did. He followed orders with sharp precision and an almost ruthless focus. He’d struggled at the start,Tommy remembered that clearly. That first incident with all the blood and panic, the job that went too far. It shook Rory to his core and Tommy knew that was the moment Tommy was going to find out if the lad had what it took. Rory came back the next day and every day since. And now? Rory looked and acted like he’d always been one of them. A proper Blinder.

Lighting a cigarette, Tommy leaned back in his chair, and let his gaze flick over the room. Over his men, his empire. They were all in place.

And still, his mind drifted.

Would she even recognize her brother now? Would she be proud? Or would she hate Tommy more for turning him into this? He exhaled slow, smoke curling past his lip.

He couldn’t get her out of his fucking head. And it was starting to cost him.

Tommy knew it wasn’t only him being affected by the entire situation. His men and family were paying a toll too, and he just couldn’t bring himself to care.

He noticed. The way they moved around him now, like he was as dangerous as thin, cracked glass. John didn’t joke as much. Not with him. Arthur, who was always the loudest voice in any room, had started clearing his throat and waiting for Tommy to speak first. Even Finn, his sharp, excitable youngest brother, looked at him like he was a lit fuse on a short string. And Liam? Liam stopped making eye contact altogether. They were almost too careful. Tiptoeing around the landmine they couldn’t name.

Tommy hated it. But he also needed it. If they treated him like nothing was wrong or tried to talk to him like normal, he thought he might actually crack. One of them might say her name or look too long at the empty chair she used to sit in. He’d remember the way she smiled at him when he made it home late, and she was already in his bed.

So no, he didn’t want their fucking pity. Their fear? That, he could live with because it meant the silence was still holding. And as long as they stayed quiet, he didn’t have to admit how badly he was losing.

Tommy was at the books, flipping pages without seeing a single number, when Rory cleared his throat. Tommy didn’t look up right away. The kid had that stiff, uneasy look in his shoulders. Rory looked like someone approaching a man who might explode if he made the wrong move. Today it was bloody possible.

“Something you need, Rory?”

The lad straightened his posture. “I was wondering if I could take a few days, sir, to visit family.”

That got his attention. Ipswich. That was where he was going, not even a question. And Tommy knew, of course he bloody knew, that Rory hadn’t spoken her name once since she left. Not even in passing, and she was his bloody sister. But she was still there, behind his eyes. In the quiet between his sentences.

Snapping the book shut, he said, “Go.”

Caution bled into the younger man’s expression. “Thank you. I’ll be back–”

“I said go.” The words came sharper than intended.

At that Rory froze before stepping back without another word.

Tommy stared down at the book, his fists clenched against the table edge. Of course the lad had earned the time. He was loyal and focused. Exactly what Tommy needed. But today wasn’t about Rory.

It was always her. And the goddamn ache in his chest that hadn’t left in three months.

The thought of Rory walking into his uncle’s house, seeing her… maybe seeing the truth of what she was becoming without him? It killed him. Because he didn’t know. And the not knowing, that was what gnawed at him most.

Was she safe? Was she eating? Did she have something to ease the pain when her time came each month? Was she sewing again, like she used to in the mornings, her hair tied back, her eyes narrowed with focus as her fingers worked the fabric? Or had she stopped? Had she buried the needle and thread like he’d tried to bury the sound of her voice? Was she quiet now, like Rory? Hollowed out and just going through the days? Or worse, was she okay? Had she healed? Had she already forgotten him? Had she met someone, some good, simple bastard who didn’t orchestrate her downfall and call it a lesson?

Tommy gritted his teeth just thinking about it all for the hundredth time. He wanted her to be happy. That’s what he told himself anyway. He told himself that if she could find peace, it was enough.

But peace without him? It fucking burned.

And now Rory, his Rory, was walking back into her world. He’d see her and hear her voice. Maybe he’d be privileged to see something in her that Tommy no longer had a right to touch. And that was unbearable too.

He told himself he didn’t need to know, but that wasn’t the truth. Because at night, when the house was quiet, when the betting slips were tucked away, when the whiskey stopped working, she came back to him in flashes. That last night in the safe house. The way her voice cracked when she asked why. The way her fists hit his chest like they wanted to punish him and pull him closer all at once. The way her body shook when she let him hold her. He remembered the way she clung to him, not like a lover. Like shelter.

And now? He had no idea if she even had one. Was she lying awake in a strange room? Was she sick? Cold? Tired? Was she…

Pregnant?

The thought slipped through his mind like a crack in a dam. One he didn’t patch fast enough. He tried not to let himself think about that, hadn’t dared. But that possibility was always there in the back of his mind. The what if. The weight of it pulled him under like water.

Tommy remembered everything. The softness of her, the way her breath caught when he touched her. The way her body trusted him before her heart did. And he’d been aware—damn well aware—that protection hadn’t been used. Whenever the thought had occurred to him, he’d told himself it was a mistake. It was a rare lapse in control or a consequence of the chaos.

But that was a fucking lie too. He knew better than most how to control outcomes. Deep down, under every cold decision and calculated silence, he’d wanted that risk, had wanted to tether her to him in a way that couldn’t be undone. Claiming her heart might’ve felt impossible… But claiming her blood? That felt like something he could do.

What if she was? What if, right now, as he sat behind his desk pretending to give a damn about supply chains and shipment logs, she was out there dealing with it alone? What if she were growing something that belonged to both of them? To him.

His hands stilled on the desk. His child. Hers. A life created in the middle of a mess she never asked for. And the world would call that child a scandal. A mistake. The result of a war that no one won.

But Tommy? He’d probably spend an extra hundred years in purgatory for thinking it, but to him, it would be salvation. Because if she was carrying his child, then it wasn’t over.

And if he learned that was her condition and that uncle of hers, if anyone, tried to take her away, marry her off, hide her in some quiet Ipswich corner like a shameful secret… He’d burn the whole goddamn town to the ground.

Because that child? That would be his reason, redemption. It would be a second chance to get it right. He’d take her back, with flowers or fire. Whatever it took.

He dragged a hand down his face, exhaling hard. His chest felt too tight. Like the air in the shop was closing in on him. When Rory got back, should he send a man to see what he could find out?

Tommy didn’t need news. He needed her. Here. Where he could see her and fix what he’d broken, if such a thing was even possible.

But she’d walked away. And he’d let her. And now Rory was going into her new life. And if he came back with news Tommy didn’t want? If he came back saying she’d moved on, or worse, suffered quietly and never said a word… Tommy didn’t know what the hell he’d do.

You hadn’t cried when you left Birmingham. You didn't cry in the car. Not even when you kissed Polly’s cheek, saying goodbye to her. You didn't shed a tear when you watched Birmingham disappear behind you.

It was Ipswich that made the tears come, quietly and without warning. Here, everything felt muted and controlled. Your uncle’s house sat like a church, clean, cold, and filled with words no one said out loud. Not just because he was a religious man. Apparently grief had made him that way. Your mother explained that he hadn't always been as he was now. There was a time when he smiled. When he danced with his wife in the garden and brought home little gifts from the market for his son. You didn't remember much about him. You'd only seen him twice in your life, both times before you were five years old.

But all of that died in 1914. The Spanish flu took his wife and son within days of each other. And something in him cracked, the wound was deep. He filled the empty spaces with structure, sermons, and devout silence. Apparently he drowned his sorrow in devotion to the church.

By the time he got the two of you to Ipswich, he regarded you as a problem, a liability. He knew about the wager and honestly, he saw you as proof of how far the world had fallen. You weren’t his niece anymore because you were 'spoiled.' You were the girl he didn’t speak of in public.

You'd made it three days before you broke, talking to your mother finally when your uncle left to go to market. You’d told her everything when the house was still unfamiliar and your room too quiet to sleep in. You sat at her beside and let it all out. The wager. The lies. Tommy's offer and his truth.

You'd expected no less than fury and outrage. You expected your mother to hate him on your behalf. But as your mother usually did, she just listened, all quiet and calm. Her gaze never left yours. She didn’t interrupt. She didn’t even flinch at the uglier parts. She allowed you to let it all spill out like something you’d been choking on for weeks. And when it was done, when your voice broke and the silence wrapped around you both, she looked thoughtful.

Your mother sat very still once you’d told her everything. And when the silence had stretched long enough to wrap around the both of you, she just looked stunned. “The Thomas Shelby fell in love with my daughter.”

Your head snapped toward her, brows lifting in disbelief. “What?”

She looked at you like you were the one missing the obvious. “You think I can’t see it?” she asked softly. “The way he took care of you. He had me protected from Sean.” She shook her head gently. “Men like him don’t go to such lengths. Not unless they care.”

"Mum, he's a gangster," you pointed out.

"I know who he is. He's still a man," she told you. "Him being a gangster, to me, would only make him less likely to do what he did."

You opened your mouth. Then closed it again. “Mum, he... he manipulated everything from the start. I was a prize. A message to Small Heath. That's why he did it.”

Her smile didn’t fade. It was small, sad, and far too wise for your liking. “I don't think so. He saw you before all this mess started, at the house on Gray Street, didn't he? I remember when he came to our door that day. His eyes were on you the whole time. It worried me because of his reputation and I tried to hurry up with Mrs. March so I could wait on him but you got to him first. And he lingered. But he didn't come back after that so I put it out of my mind until the wager came up. I thought Sean had lost his mind, putting my girl up like that. It was terrifying. All of it.”

You remember the day he came to have his coat mended the way she described it.

She sighed. "I've known Polly Gray for years. We're not friends by any means but we've crossed paths and despite all the things said about her, I think she's a good woman... The morning she came to pull me out of our house, your father's house, she told me what was going on."

Wait. "You knew?"

"I didn't know about all of the relations between the two of you." She laughed. "But from one mother to another she let me know you were safe and unharmed. You were being looked after. Made me realize she cared about you too. And I don't get the impression that she likes very many people."

You thought a lot of Polly too. You looked down at your hands, fingers twisting in your lap. “He didn’t say he loved me.”

“He didn’t have to.” Your mother touched your cheek, the way she had when you were small and worried about something bigger than yourself. It didn't hurt anymore from the blow Sean gave you though the bruise looked a lot worse. “Don't you understand? It was you. You were the reason he did all of it.”

Her words caught you off guard. “How?”

"If you're right, he instigated the wager," your mother explained, "and that night, he didn't allow you to fall into his brother's hands. He moved you into his house. Think of that."

"He was hiding me from Small Heath." You hated how small your voice sounded.

"Then why didn't he stash you away in the house where I was? Why his home?"

You didn't have an explanation for that except... "I was in his bed every night."

Your mother shook her head. "With his family in the house? If you were no better than a whore, why did he expose his family to that? He wanted his family to know he valued you, wanted you to build relationships with them."

And you really had. You adored Ada and Finn. Arthur won you over after everything with his rough charm and sense of humor. John had enjoyed flirting with you just to wind his brother up. But he was always kind. They had all accepted you.

“You may have been in the man's bed,” she went on. “But I know you. If you'd been forced, this would have been a very different conversation... I think you might love him too.”

You didn’t answer. You really couldn’t. But deep down... maybe she wasn’t wrong.

“Maybe one day, you’ll forgive him.”

You didn’t answer. You really couldn’t. What if she was right? Maybe that was the part that really scared you. Now that everything was out in the light, you couldn't escape it. The truth didn’t feel as clean or simple as you’d told yourself it would. It didn’t justify the pain. But it did explain the man. And now you had to live with what that meant.

You thought about his words the night he stood in that quiet room with you. His voice low, eyes dark with something you didn’t dare name.

But if you stay, you’re mine... As my wife, who'll give me a family. Not just in name, but in truth.

You’d left because you were afraid and hurt.You were still struggling to understand why he’d done what he did. Part of you believed he only wanted you to win a fight with the world. He did say that.

But now? Now your mother, who never missed anything, looked at you like you’d been chosen. Not claimed. Not won. Loved.

That made Tommy's ultimatum ache in your chest all over again.

Maybe you didn’t want to just be his. You wanted him to ask again. Not with an ultimatum or the cold certainty of a man who always got what he wanted. But with the hope of someone who finally realized what he had to lose. And if he did? You weren’t sure you’d have the strength to walk away twice.

Weeks passed and you spent most of your days trying to disappear, caring for your mother and hiding in your room when you weren't. You stayed upstairs as much as possible, avoiding the kitchen after dinner and your uncle even more. You tried to keep your head down, to draw no attention.You told yourself that if you were quiet enough, small enough, you could get through it.

But as your mother began to heal, you began to unravel.

At first, you thought it was just the depression, the weight of everything and the guilt. The ache. The shame of being in a house where love was measured by silence, survival, and religion that you'd never really followed. You weren’t sleeping well. Your body felt sluggish and uncooperative. You cried without warning, grief clinging to the inside of your chest like smoke. You’d be washing linens or peeling potatoes and suddenly feel the tears slip down your face without knowing exactly when they’d started.

And underneath it all was Tommy.

No matter how hard you tried to bury him, he wouldn’t stay gone. Some days, you hated him. Hated the way he’d taken your choices and the quiet, ruthless way he claimed you and made it feel like safety. You hated that he could still make your chest ache even now.

There was the guilt, constantly coiled in your chest like a second heartbeat. You should’ve seen the trap. You told yourself that a hundred times since that day. The maid’s nervous eyes along with the sudden urgency and secrecy. You knew better. And still, you ran out. You let fear drive you, let your heart override your instincts. You allowed the idea of your mother, hurt, dying, alone, to pull you right into Sean O’Grady’s hands.

And someone paid for it. One of Tommy’s men died. A man whose name you never even knew. He died because you ran and didn’t trust the people who had fought to protect you. You let your emotions make the choice. Tommy must have been so disappointed in you.

Maybe if you’d waited or if you’d told Polly. Maybe if you’d just held on one more hour... Maybe none of it would’ve happened.

You carried that weight now. Every time you placed a stitch or woke to the curl of nausea in your gut. You’d escaped the Shelbys' house. But you’d never escaped what it cost.

Other days… you missed him. So much it made your bones hurt. You missed the silence in his room when the rain hit the windows and the way he always watched you without looking. The way his voice dropped low when he was trying not to be vulnerable. His warmth next to you in bed.

Then came the mornings with the nausea and dizziness.The slow roll of sickness that greeted you with every sunrise. Certain scents turned your stomach like the smell of eggs, your uncle’s shaving soap, even the smell of cooking meat. Food had no taste anymore. Most days, you barely ate and blamed the stress. But you couldn’t blame it forever.

Because somewhere around the beginning of the second month in Ipswich, when your mother started walking unaided and your uncle began praying louder at meals, you realized something else. You hadn’t bled. Not since that week when Tommy gave you laudanum to help you sleep and treated you carefully... Not since the night he carried you to bed and held you until you fell asleep.

The realization hit you like cold water. You were pregnant. And now… Now you carried a piece of him with you. Would he or she have his eyes?

Fear was a desperate thing that clawed at your insides. What would he do if he found out?

He had to hate you for leaving. Would he accuse you of hiding it from him? Would he take the baby from you? You knew he easily could. You didn't have the resources or money to stop him. You couldn't stop him even if you did.

Would he try to take you? And would you go? Because if he showed up tomorrow, coat collar turned up, that expression in his eyes that always saw too much, what would you do?

You didn’t know and it terrified you.

By the third month, you were sewing with your mother in the kitchen after church which you weren't allowed to attend.

Your mother’s gaze caught yours. “Darling,” she said softly, “how far along are you?”

The question didn’t catch you off guard. Not after everything. But it still made your throat tighten. You lowered your gaze. “Almost three months, I think.”

She nodded once, slowly. “I thought so. You’ve been pale. Sick in the mornings. I wasn’t sure… but I knew it in my bones.” Another pause. “And I don’t want to upset you. But I have to ask…”

You looked up.

“Do you want to keep it?” she asked, her voice calm. Not judgmental. Just kind. “Because I know how my brother will react. I know the shame he’ll try to pin on you. And if it’s too much, love, if it’s not something you want, I know someone--”

“No.” The answer came before you even finished the breath. Your hand moved to your stomach without thinking. “No,” you repeated, more gently this time. “This baby… it’s mine. I want it.”

A flicker of pride passed through your mother’s expression, then fierce resolve. “Then I’ll suport you. Whatever comes. You hear me?”

You nodded, eyes stinging. “I don’t know how I’m going to do this.”

“You don’t have to know yet,” she said. “You just have to hold your ground.”

Around that time, your mother was well enough to start taking in seamstress work again. It was familiar, something she could do from home, something that kept her hands busy and her mind distracted. Your uncle approved, of course. As long as it was honest work, modest and quiet. But you were another story.

You were not to be seen. Not to speak to the women who dropped off garments or even in the front room. You weren’t to answer the door or offer tea or even be heard. You could sew and you were grateful for that, to have the opportunity to keep your mind occupied and to help make money for the household. But you would remain unseen, like a paraiah.

So you stitched quietly at the kitchen table or in your upstairs room, your hands moving while your thoughts drifted elsewhere. Some days, the sewing helped. Your fingers moved on instinct now, hemming sleeves, patching worn fabric, replacing buttons. But sometimes, when the light hit the table just right, when the hush of the house settled too deep around you, it took you back. To that sewing machine in the sitting room.To the soft hum of it beneath your hands. To the way Polly hovered nearby with her teacup, offering advice you hadn’t asked for but secretly appreciated. Or Arthur, rough, grumbly Arthur, making some offhand comment about you fixing his shirts “for free now,” and acting like he wasn’t touched when you actually did. You hadn’t realized then how much peace those moments held. How rare it was to feel safe. Even if it was an illusion and came at a cost.

Back then, you’d stitched up more than clothes. You’d started stitching yourself back together.

Now, with each new piece of fabric beneath your hands, you felt those threads fray all over again. And you missed the quiet comfort of a man watching you from across the room, pretending not to care while memorizing every movement of your hands.

Your mother had gone to market with your uncle today to get more sewing supplies. You didn’t hear the front door open, just the creak of the floorboards and the winding rushing around your uncle's small house. Your needle paused mid-stitch. Then light footsteps. You looked up, and there stood your brother Rory, dressed as he always was in his worn coat, boots dusty from the road, his cap in his hand.

In the last week, you'd sent him a letter. You’d written it late one night, candle flickering beside you while the house creaked with the kind of silence that felt like a warning. Your mother had been asleep. Your uncle, too. And you’d sat there for what felt like an hour with your pen hovering, trying to find the words. You told him just enough. That you missed him. That you hoped he was safe. That things weren’t easy here. That you needed to see him--soon.

But not the rest. That part you’d say face to face. Because somehow, telling him in ink, cold and flat and impersonal, felt wrong. Rory deserved more than that. Still, as the days passed and your symptoms worsened, the fear kept crawling in. You were showing now. Subtly, yes, but it wouldn’t stay that way for long. And if your uncle found out? You didn’t want to think about what he might say or do. Especially if he figured out who the father was and he would.

You folded the letter carefully and tucked it inside your sewing basket, where it would stay hidden until the next time your uncle left for market. And all the while, your hand lingered near your stomach like a shield. You were running out of time. But Rory would come. He always did.

Your breath caught as you laid eyes on him. You hadn’t realized how badly you’d needed to see a familiar face, aside from your mother, that didn’t look through you like you were a burden. But there were differences in him that were hard to pinpoint. He looked older and sterner somehow.

His eyes, the same warm ones from every childhood memory, went wide the second they landed on you. And he froze looking concerned. Did you look that bad? You knew what he saw. The shadows under your eyes and the weight you’d lost. When you rose from the table, his gaze dropped briefly to your stomach, then away again, so fast you weren’t sure if he’d noticed or just hadn’t dared to ask.

“Rory,” you said softly. "Thank you for coming."

You didn’t realize your hands were trembling until you reached out for him. And then he was across the room, pulling you in tight, like he didn’t care who was watching. No words. And something in you cracked, right there against his shoulder. You hadn’t cried in front of anyone since your confession to your mother. But now? Now you let yourself. Just a little because it was Rory, and he and your mother were the last bit of safety you had in your life right now.

The quiet stretched between you for a while after he let go. Rory sat beside you at the table, glancing around the room like it didn’t feel like home, and it didn't for either of you. You threaded your needle again, hands busy for lack of anything else to do. You weren’t ready to say the things you’d written. Not out loud.

“You look tired,” he said finally, keeping his voice low. “And thin.”

You gave a soft, humorless laugh. “Thanks.”

“No, I mean, I’m worried about you.” His eyes searched yours.

Your fingers paused, the needle frozen midair. You didn’t answer. You also never mentioned your delicate condition in that letter to your brother but...

Rory shifted slightly in his seat. He wasn’t angry, just careful. Like he already knew and was just trying to open the door without making you run. “You’re pregnant.”

Tears stung the backs of your eyes before you slowly nodded. The confession sat between you, soft and heavy.

“I’m afraid,” you said quietly. “I’m so afraid our uncle will send me away. I’m afraid I won’t have a say in what happens to me next." Tears slid down your face and you didn't try to conceal them. All you did was cry these days. "I’m afraid if he finds out, he’ll come for the baby.”

“He?”

“Tommy.”

Rory leaned back, brows furrowed, trying to read the truth beneath your voice. “Would he do that?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t know what he’d do.” You swallowed the lump rising in your throat. “I’m afraid he’d be furious.”

“It’s his.” It wasn't a question.

You met his gaze with steady eyes. “There’s been no one else. I haven’t even left this house since I arrived. I'm not allowed to even go outside.”

That silenced him. For a long moment, he just looked at you. Like he was trying to understand not just what had happened, but what it had done to you.

“You should’ve told me sooner," he said. And he was oddly more composed now. Growing up you supposed.

“Mum knows. That's all. I didn’t know who else to tell.”

Rory reached across the table and gave your hand a small squeeze, the kind that meant I’m here now.

“Tommy must hate me now.” You didn’t mean to say it aloud, but the words slipped out anyway. You were staring down at the fabric in your lap, eyes unfocused, throat tight. You hadn’t realized how deeply you believed it until you heard it in your own voice. “I ran from him. And after everything… after what happened to Mum. I just left. No note or word. What must he think?”

Across from you, Rory leaned forward in his chair. His voice was calm, but firm. “He’s been different.” A pause. “Quiet, meaner in ways that don’t always come out in words.”

You blinked at that.

“He doesn’t shout. He doesn’t drink more than usual. He just… holds things tighter. He's always been impatient but..."

Your lips parted. A question, but no sound.

Rory gave a faint, sad smile. “He's never said your name. Not once.”

You felt the ache bloom behind your ribs. Why would he? He was done with you.

“But he didn’t have to.” Rory let the silence sit a moment longer, then exhaled, glancing toward the window like he was weighing something.

"How do you know all this?" you had to ask.

“I’ve got a secret too."

You listened, no idea what he was about to say. His voice had shifted. It was lower, more cautious.

“I knew not to come here dressed for it. Uncle would toss me out on my arse if he had the faintest idea.”

You frowned, not following. “Dressed for what?”

He met your eyes then, steady and unflinching. “I’m with the Blinders now.”

The words hit like cold water. Your breath caught, fingers stilling against the fabric in your lap. “What?”

“I’ve been with them since the day you left.” He nodded slowly. “Tommy gave me a job and a better place. He's trained me, trusted me.”

You were stunned. “You... why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it wasn’t the time. And I needed you to see I’m still me.” He gestured to his old boots, his worn jacket. “I knew if I walked in here looking like one of them, you’d shut down before I said a word.”

You didn’t know what to say. But he was right, you would have. Because suddenly, everything felt closer. Tommy. Small Heath. The life you left behind.

You were still staring at him when the words slipped out, barely more than a whisper. “How is he really?”

Rory’s expression didn’t change, but something softened around the edges. He didn’t ask who you meant. He looked down for a second, then spoke quietly. “He’s… not the same.”

That sent a chill through you.

“Not sick,” Rory added quickly. “Not like that. Just…” He hesitated, then shook his head. “He’s angry all the time. Doesn’t show it the way others do, but it’s there. Boiling under everything. He snaps more. Has no patience for anyone. Barely sleeps.”

You swallowed hard. It was the last thing you wanted to hear.

“But everything he doesn’t say... it’s loud.”

You looked away, your throat tight. “I thought he’d be glad I was gone.”

Rory gave a dry laugh. “If he is, he’s got a strange way of showing it.” He leaned forward, lowering his voice. “You should’ve seen him the morning when I told him I accepted his offer. He didn’t even ask why. He just nodded because he already knew what it meant.”

“What would it mean?” you asked, your voice barely steady.

Rory looked at you for a long moment. “I'm a way back to you.”

Part of you missed Tommy so much. Ached for him. But it wasn’t that simple.

“I can’t just leave Mum,” you whispered.

“I’m not asking you to,” he said. “I’m just saying… you still have a choice. You do.”

You looked at him, trying to hold it together. But there was so much weight pressing down on your chest, so many things you couldn’t undo.

“There’s the wager,” you said quietly. “And our stepfather. And Tommy… and everything that came after.”

“Yeah,” Rory said. “But you’re no one's coin toss anymore. And Sean O’Grady’s gone. Tommy saw to that.”

You blinked at him. “He didn’t tell me what happened.”

“He wouldn’t,” Rory said. “But you should know--O’Grady won’t touch you again. He’ll never touch anyone again.”

Something cold and final settled in your stomach. The way your brother said that matter-of-factly reminded you of Tommy.

“And what about Small Heath?” you asked. “That house. That street. Everyone who knew what happened.”

“That house was father’s,” Rory said, sitting up straighter. “Not Sean’s. Our father bought it. Our name’s still on the deed. And if you want it, if you’re willing… you can come back with me. You, me, and Mum if she likes. I’ll get it cleaned up. I’ll protect you. You don’t have to go back to Tommy, or Polly, or the mansion. You can live with me. I’ll take care of everything.”

Your lip trembled. You wanted to.

“I mean it,” Rory added. “It’s your house too.”

It felt like someone had struck a match in the dark. A flicker of light. A door cracked open. You had a home somewhere. Even if you didn’t know where you belonged just yet.

But as your thoughts spiraled, Rory’s voice cut through again, gentle, but honest. “I need to say one more thing,” he murmured. “If you come back to Birmingham… I can’t promise I can keep Tommy away.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“He hasn’t let go of this,” Rory continued. “Of you. I know him better now, and I’ve seen it.” He paused, eyes steady. “I don’t think he's ever stopped waiting for you.”

Your fingers curled tightly in your lap. Waiting for you?

“Maybe he’s not what you want anymore,” Rory added carefully. “I’d understand that. But if you come back, he will find you. And when he finds out about him or her...”

And the worst part? You weren’t sure that scared you. Not in the way it should have.

But before you could reply, the door creaked open behind you, followed by the familiar shuffle of boots on the mat. You straightened in your seat automatically, pulse quickening. Your mother entered first, a little winded from the walk, arms wrapped around a paper parcel. She smiled when she saw Rory.

“Look at you,” she said, crossing to hug him. “You look so handsome.”

"You look much better," he told her. Rory hugged her gently, his eyes flicking past her to the tall shadow lingering in the hall. Your uncle followed a moment later, hanging up his coat and gloves with deliberate slowness.

His gaze landed on you, then on Rory, and his mouth tightened. "Rory, good to see you. I didn't know you were coming."

"Only here for the day," Rory told him and your heart sank. You'd hoped he'd stay at least a couple of days.

Your uncle's eyes narrowed on you then. “Did you tell him?”

You froze.

“Tell me what?” Rory asked carefully, his tone casual but neutral.

Your uncle moved into the room like a man entering his pulpit. “About her shame.”

Rory’s spine stiffened, but he said nothing.

“He should know,” your uncle continued, voice clipped as he shot his sister a look.

"Seamus." Your mother said in a plea for him to be at least hospitable.

“His sister’s carrying a child. A bastard. Conceived out of wedlock, by gypsies no less.”

Your body went still. So did Rory. The realization hit like a splash of cold water. You hadn’t been careful enough. Or maybe he’d been listening all along. Maybe you’d never had privacy in this house to begin with.

Your uncle scoffed, stepping closer to Rory with a sneer curling on his lips. “You think I don’t know who they are?” he said low, voice full of contempt. “The Shelbys. Romani gangsters playing king in the gutters of Birmingham. I’ve read the reports. Heard the names.”

Your uncle jabbed a finger toward you without even looking at you. “And now she’s caught in it. Your father opened this house to weakness. To compromise. And look where it’s brought us.”

The hurt of his words echoed on your mother's face. Rory’s jaw flexed, but he said nothing.

Your father. He said it like a cautionary tale.Like Malachy’s kindness had been a flaw.Like love was some kind of contagion that ruined a good house. "Opened this house to weakness. To compromise." Your throat thickened with the kind of emotion that had nowhere to go. Weakness? You remembered your father’s hands, rough from labor, gentle in every way that mattered. The way he’d kiss your mother’s forehead before bed.The way he’d teach you how to mend, how to read, how to stand up straight even when your voice trembled.

If that was weakness, the world could use more of it.

Your uncle turned to you, disappointment lining every word. “You’ve embarrassed your mother. You’ve embarrassed me. But the Lord is merciful, and so are some of His followers.”

Reaching into his coat, your uncle pulled out a folded piece of paper. “A Christian farmer, goes to our church. Thirty-two and a landowner. He’s agreed to marry you next Saturday. No questions asked.”

All you could do was stare at the man. “What?”

“You’ll have a home. A husband. He’ll have help on the farm. You’ll be expected to work. To bear sons," he explained. "Be grateful."

“You arranged this without--"

“It’s not up for discussion," your uncle cut you off.

Rory stood now, slowly, every muscle in his frame tight with restraint. “Uncle,” he said, measured and respectful, “maybe we should talk about this somewhere else.”

The older man turned to him sharply. “And what good would that do?” he snapped. “She needs correction, not coddling.”

Your mother, still silent, sat down heavily at the table. You didn’t even realize your hands were shaking until Rory quietly moved back to your side and reached for one under the table and gave it a light squeeze.

“Thank you,” you said, voice low and hoarse. Your uncle didn’t hear.

He was already going on about schedules and wedding clothes and how the minister was willing to look the other way. But all you could hear was the rush of blood in your ears. Your heart beat like a war drum beneath your ribs. Your stomach churned. The room felt smaller with every word.

Then your uncle said, as if the matter was already sewn up, “We’ll speak of it more tomorrow.”

He turned to you, a nod of cold finality. “See to it your brother has a place to sleep, if that’s what he plans.”

Shock rooted you to the chair. You couldn't speak.

Rory did. “I’ll be leaving in the morning.” His voice was calm and steady. But something was boiling beneath the surface, you could tell. The fury in your brother's eyes almost had you bursting into tears.

Your uncle gave a faint grunt, unimpressed. “Suit yourself.”

Then he left the room without looking back.

You stood there, every nerve in your body drawn tight. Rory didn’t say anything at first. He just placed a hand on your shoulder, gentle and grounding.

Tommy glanced up when someone literally pounded on his office door. "Come in.”

Rory stepped inside and he wasn't wearing his usual suit. He dressed like he had before joining the Blinders. That was the first warning shot Tommy got. The lad had his cap in hand, shoulders tense beneath his tattered coat. Dust from the road clung to his boots. He hadn’t even changed yet and didn’t smile. “Could I have a word?”

Tommy paused, cigarette halfway to his mouth. Something in the lad’s tone, tight and simmering, pulled at him. He gestured toward the door. “Close it.”

The door clicked shut behind Rory. He stood just inside the room, meeting Tommy’s gaze with an angry glare.

Tommy leaned back in his chair, eyeing him with a faint frown.

“I went to see my sister.”

Tommy sat forward a little at that. Rory’s voice wasn’t cold, it was burning.

“She didn’t leave because she hated you, you know.” His words came fast, like they’d been waiting for days to escape. “She left because our mother needed her. Because the moment she found out my uncle was coming to get Mum, she packed up and went. And you know what she walked into?” He didn’t wait for permission to continue. “A house where the curtains are drawn and shame hangs thicker than the dust. A place where my uncle won’t even let her step outside.” Rory’s jaw clenched. “And she went anyway.”

Tommy stayed quiet, processing the heat rolling off the lad.

“She looks like shite,” Rory said. “Barely eating, thin as a rail. Shadows under her eyes. And you-- ” He stepped forward, his voice cracking. “You want to ask me why she isn't allowed outside that damn house?”

Tommy’s brow knit. He nodded.

Rory snapped. “Why do you think?” The silence that followed was deafening. “She’s pregnant.”

Tommy went still at that way Rory spit out those words.

Rory’s voice dropped, tight and ragged, as if the words scraped their way out of his chest. “And it’s your fault.”

Tommy’s gaze locked with Rory's, but he didn’t interrupt.

“She didn’t do anything wrong,” Rory said, louder now. His fists clenched at his sides. “She didn’t ask for any of this. Not the wager. Not all of you treating her like she was a fuckin' prize at the county fair.”

The words hit like fists. Every syllable.

“She trusted you. Even after what happened. She's in Ipswich right now blaming herself. She thinks you hate her if you can believe that."

The words hung in the air like slow, creeping smoke, impossible to ignore.

“She’s pregnant,” Rory repeated. “And scared out of her mind. She wrote to me for help because she was afraid our fuckin' uncle would just send her away. Ah, but he did better than that." Rory laughed bitterly. “Now he’s trying to marry her off to a man she’s never met. Some farmer from church who needs a broodmare more than a wife.”

Tommy’s chest rose slowly with breath, but it didn’t ease anything.

Rory stepped forward, fury barely restrained. Still going. “You said you’d take care of her. You said she’d be safe. I trusted you, Mr. Shelby!”

Tommy listened, his gaze dropping to the floor, jaw tight, smoke drifting from the cigarette in his fingers, but it didn’t bring him calm. Not with everything Rory had just laid at his feet. His mind was already spinning. But something made him stop.

Rory’s voice was still echoing in his head. “I trusted you, Mr. Shelby.” That had cut deeper than anything else. He ground the cigarette into the ashtray, exhaling slow and sharp through his nose.

“I thought she left because she wanted to.” Tommy said it low. Almost ashamed.

Rory looked up, but didn’t interrupt.

“I thought she looked at what I was, and what I did, and she chose something else.” And that, maybe, was the worst of it. Tommy had told himself it was better that way. But none of it had been true. It hadn’t made the nights quieter or the house feel less empty.

He raised his gaze to Rory’s now, steady and unflinching. “But you’re right. I didn’t protect her.”

He stepped out from behind the desk, slowly. Not pacing, just unable to stay still. "I let my pride stand in the way of telling her the truth. I made it all seem like some great strategy.” He scoffed, bitter. “Thought I could fix it later, when the timing was right.”

And still… in the thick of it, as his mind reeled with plans and next moves, one thought rose above the rest. Not strategy or power. He’d been so caught up in what he had to do, what it might take, how it changed everything that he hadn’t stopped to consider the only thing that really mattered.

He swallowed hard, mouth dry. “Does she want it?”

The tension in Rory's shoulders shifted. Not gone, but different now. Sharper around the edges. He watched Tommy carefully.

“I asked her that,” Rory said after a long pause. “She does.”

Tommy’s throat worked around a breath he didn’t release.

“Still does.” Rory added. “Doesn’t matter what anyone says. Said that baby’s hers.”

There was something fierce in the way he said it. Protective.

Tommy felt something in his chest loosen, just slightly. It wasn't relief. But it made it easier to breathe. Even if he didn’t deserve it.

“You know I took back my father’s house,” Rory clarified. “I told her I’d fix it up. Move her and Mum back in. Said I’d make it right.” His voice cracked a little. “Because someone had to.” He paused. Tension rippling through his frame. “But even as I said it, I knew--” He shook his head once, bitter. “I knew you’d never let that happen. And I've pledged my damn life to you.”

The truth of those words hit Tommy hard. Rory was right. He wouldn’t have. Not because he didn’t trust Rory. No. The thought of her--his girl--tucked away on Gray Street, raising his child without him?

It gutted him. Tommy exhaled through his nose. Calm. But the fury underneath was anything but. He was going to end this and now he had the agency to do so.

“This isn’t about the child.” Tommy paused, because the words weren’t easy. Not when they mattered. “I want her.” The ache in his chest flared. “Not because of what she’s carrying. Not because of what I did.” His voice softened. “Because she’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever had. And I ruined it before I even had the chance to tell her that out loud.”

He finally stopped, standing in front of Rory now. Not above him. Just present and honest.

“So I'm going to make it right... For her and our child."

The room felt a little lighter.

“And if you’re going to be my brother-in-law, Rory…” Tommy’s eyes met his, level and real. "You need to know I’m not asking.” That steel edge returned, tempered by everything else he'd just confessed. “I’m taking her back. Not because I own her.” He took a breath. “Because I should’ve fought for her the first time. And I won’t make that mistake twice.”

The silence that followed was full of everything unsaid between them.

“So tell me when the wedding is.”

Rory didn’t speak, just stared at Tommy like he wasn’t sure what he was looking at anymore. And Tommy stood still, hands loose at his sides. He didn’t move, didn’t break the silence, didn’t try to fill the space with more words.

Rory’s gaze flicked down briefly. Then back up. Still guarded, still calculating, like he was measuring the man in front of him against everything he’d seen over the last three months.

Tommy didn’t blame him. He wanted to be judged for it. He watched as the lad’s shoulders dropped a fraction, something uncoiling. Not forgiveness. But maybe something close to understanding.

“Next Saturday. Midday.” Rory's voice was quiet, but clear.

Tommy gave a single nod, slow and deliberate.

Rory looked away for a second. “She doesn’t think you’d want her back.”

Tommy had really fucked this up. “Then she doesn’t know me at all," Tommy said.

Then Rory stepped forward, meeting his eyes one last time. “Then fix it," he said with venom in his voice.

Rory walked out, leaving the door open behind him like he owned the bloody place. He kept walking, right out of the betting shop.

Tommy followed a few steps, stopping just inside the threshold. Outside in the main room sat Arthur and John, mid-hand in a card game they clearly weren’t paying attention to anymore. Both of them were staring at the office door like they’d expected gunfire. John’s cigarette hung forgotten between his fingers, the ash long.

Arthur just grinned. “Well, that were a proper bollocking,” he said around a mouthful of toothpick. “Thought I was gonna have to go in and save you meself.”

Tommy didn’t answer. Just leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed, leveling a look at both of them.

John gave him a small shrug, trying not to smirk. “Kid’s got balls, I’ll give him that.”

Arthur snorted. “Kid’s got a death wish, more like.” Then he added, shite-eating grin on his face. "Well, you did something right, Tom. I hear congratulations are in order. There'll be a weddin' then?”

Tommy’s jaw ticked. He pushed off the frame, turning back into his office with a mutter. “Fuck off, the lot of you.”

Arthur raised his glass in salute. “There’s the Tommy I know.”

The door shut behind him, and this time, he locked it. Not because he needed privacy. Because he needed to breathe.

Tommy crossed to the sideboard, poured himself a glass of whiskey with a hand that was far steadier than it should’ve been. Then he downed another. Everything he’d just heard replayed in his head on a loop.

She’s pregnant.

He downed the second drink in one swallow. The glass hit the table harder than he meant it to. This wasn’t just about fixing things anymore. It wasn’t even just about her.

It was about them.

Not just the girl he couldn’t stop thinking about. Not just the past he’d twisted into something unforgivable. Not even his child.

It was them. And now he knew. She wanted the baby. Their baby. In the middle of everything she’d endured, she still wanted it. Wanted to hold onto the one thing left that came from him.

And it wrecked him.

Tommy Shelby knew how to win, knew how to fight. He knew exactly how to crush a man for blinking wrong in his direction.

But he didn’t know how to deserve that kind of hope. His chest ached, low and steady, like a wound he’d stitched over too fast and now it was tearing open. He stared down at the surface of his desk, and for the first time in a long time… he didn’t see the next move clearly.

All he saw was her. Thin, tired and carrying a future that should’ve never been hers to carry alone.

And he wanted it--God help him, he wanted everything. Not just to fix what he broke and to try and win her back. He wanted her in his house, in his arms. He wanted to wake up to her, to the sound of their child crying or playing in the next room. He’d never let himself picture it until now.

But now? Now it was the only bloody thing he could see.

He’d send a couple of men to Ipswich ahead of time. Not Rory. Rory stayed with him. As angry as he was, Tommy couldn't risk it. Quiet ones with orders to watch the house, the church, the so-called groom. They would do a little investigating. There would be no mistakes or delays.

Tommy was going to be there himself. She was going to see him. And this time, after he crashed this sham of a wedding, he was going to tell her everything. Everything he should have said the first night he took her in. Everything she still deserved to hear. Just the truth.

He was going to win her back. Whatever it took.

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