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F1 drivers rated on how likely they are to know what ao3 is
note : this is just for entertainment. I will also use this to make a general reminder not to get anything fanfic/rpf related outside of sites such as tumblr, ao3, or wattpad. Enjoy!
This is just the current grid, because if I had to do it with every driver that raced this season, I'd get a surprisingly high amount of drivers to talk about.
20. Fernando
Grandpa. Need I to say more?
19. Checo
In a recent GQ Sport interview, he revealed that he didn't even have social media on his phone. I'd be surprised to hear he has any ao3 tab open up there.
18. K-mag
I don't feel like I need to explain this one. But I also believe that if Haas got him to read a chapter of a wattpad fanfic out loud where he has to replace Y/N with his own name after every penalty point he gets, he would have stopped causing so much ruckus. Or he might even cause more, who knows what goes on inside his mind.
17. Nico Hulk
Hear me out, he doesn't know what a fanfic is, but if he were more popular with the writer, he'd read the shit out of those.
16. Valterri
I could pay actual money to hear him read a 'kidnapped by one direction' self insert story out loud. If there is any Sauber intern lurking here, please consider. Wattpad as a sponsor would bring you a lot of money, think about it. I promise you will see a rise in your fandom if the name of the team was "wattpad kick sauber". I would buy merch. You need the money the way the constructors are going. Think about it.
15. Lance
I don't know too much about him, but I will assume he doesn't spend too much time on social media, or googling himself with all the hate he gets. But maybe if he were to read a strollonso fanfic, we might get to see him have actual expressions on his face. Granted, that would be a look of horror, but I will take what I can.
14. Carlos
I think he might combust if he read any ABO fanfic. I might want to see that.
13. Max
He is too busy sim racing to care. Good for him, I wish I could say the same about myself but alas I am too busy reading the same fanfic for the 23th time.
12. Yuki
I believe if you pronounced the term "Y/N" next to him he might assume that's a car brand. Or, like, hello in a foreign language. Again, good for him.
11. Zhou
Hear me out, fanfics seem to be quite popular in China, and he has a sister, there is no way he hasn't heard of the existences of it. I don't think he has read any though, which is for the better.
10. Franco
Our dear Franquito hasn't been on the grid for long enough to discover the amazing word that fanfics have to offer, but let me tell you that if he hasn't found out stuff yet, he'll find some soon enough. Let the writers have time to write a little bit more about him, and soon we'll get an instagram live of him reacting to those.
9. Liam
I think he is young enough to have googled himself (he had to find something to do since he's been a reserve driver since like the year 2010), but he also hasn't been a permanent member, so he might not have enough material to accidentally stumble upon.
8. Esteban
He googles himself. He knows there are fanfics. And he fucking likes that. If there is a rise of pierresteban fics on ao3 after Brazil 2024, he will be the first one to know let me tell you that much.
7. Lewis
Okay you might be wondering why this senior citizen is up here, and the answer is simple : he is too famous not to know. Like COME ON. He's been here since 2007 (which is longer than some people who'll see this post have been alive forâ that's a scary thought for another day), he has been in famous and televised rivalry, and he has to live with the existence of the quote "everything but a lover" about nico and him.
There is no way he hasn't READ a fucking brocedes fanfic. If he is willing, I will teach him how to use ao3 so he can look-up some "fix-it" fics. He might use some inspiration, and who is better for that than tired college students writing about their sad ass in between lectures?
6. George
He seems like the type to lurk a lot around the internet, so the chances of him finding the link to a fic on the third page of google isn't impossible to me.
If you find any comment of someone correcting your spelling, you know who did it.
5. Pierre
He probably googles his name too often not to have stumbled upon a "Reader x Pierre Gasly" wattpad fanfic. sigh.
4. Alex
Alex, I know that you are the second most likely to have tumblr (right after george who actually has an account). The chances of you knowing what a "lemon" is is way too high for my liking.
3. Charles
The C in Charles stands for Chronically Online. My boy was known for liking tweets about himself, and we know that fans talk about fanfics on twitter. He clicked on a link of a lestappen or sebchal fanfic at least once out of curiosity let me tell you this much.
2. Lando
Too chronically online not to have read fanfics about himself. I just know he typed in "lando norris fanfiction" straight in google at least once. Jail.
1. Oscar
Here me out : his sister is a K-pop fan. If you believe that she never yapped about a fanfic she read to her brother, you are strongly unfamiliar with sibling relationships. But the chances of him not listening to her are also very high, so maybe he shouldn't be so high up my list. But oh well.
He is also good at hiding his game, but he is as online as Charles (you thought you were sneaky but we caught you clicking on that link of Max playing air-hocket dear Osc.)
For my own mental health though, I will assume he hasn't read about his own self yet.
#oscar piastri#charles leclerc#lando norris#max verstappen#lewis hamilton#george russell#alex albon#franco colapinto#yuki tsunoda#liam lawson#carlos sainz#valterri bottas#zhou guanyu#nico hulkenberg#nico rosberg#keving magnussen#fernando alonso#esteban ocon#pierre gasly#lance stroll#formula 1#f1 grid#lestappen#fanfic#brocedes#f1 incorrect quotes
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Chapter 21- Paradise
Summary: Now that you and Javi are married, it's time for you to enjoy two weeks of nothing but your three favorite "S's"- Sun, sand, and sex. Lots of Sex.
Word Count: 13.9K
Warnings: SMUT (18+) unprotected p in v sex, oral (f and m receiving) vaginal fingering, praise kink, marriage kink, big, fat, nasty, unspeakable breeding kink (WHOOPS), stopping birth control/starting a family, kind of semi-public sex (sex on the beach hehe), alcohol/drinking (y'all are getting wasted at the pool), I'm convinced these two can't have sex without getting caught (sorry, Chucho), Javi in a bathing suit, these two are so stupidly in love
A/N: ..... Hey.... Y'all remember when I actually wrote for this story.... đ I'm genuinely SO sorry that this chapter took me literal months to finish, but she is finally here!!! Thank you so much for all of your patience and the love you've shown these two even in this story's absence đ„ș I hope you enjoy these two horndogs on their honeymoon!!!
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âWe have all of our bags?âÂ
âYup.âÂ
âPassports?âÂ
âMhmmmm.âÂ
âPlane tickets?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
âWeâre positive that we have-âÂ
âBaby, I promise, I triple checked everything this morning, itâs all waiting by the front door, all we have to do now is just wait for my dad to pick us up and take us to the airport, and all my wife needs to do is take a deep breath and relax.âÂ
My wife.Â
Even though you had been married for less than 24 hours, you knew the sentiment of finally getting to be Javiâs wife wasnât wearing off on you any time soon.Â
Javi smiled, playfully crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at you as you ran through your honeymoon inventory again, knowing damn well you looked like a fool in your frantic pre-traveling state. You more than trusted that Javi had everything the two of you needed before you left for the airport, but you just couldnât shake the fact that you felt like you were forgetting something, despite all your checks and re-checks.Â
âWell, your wife will be much more relaxed once we land after being trapped in a flying tin can and have two feet on the ground again.â You sighed, trying not to let your fear of flying override your excitement to finally arrive in the Bahamas later that day. âGod, I feel like I forgot to pack something important but I canât figure out what.âÂ
As you stared in frustration at your pile of suitcases, you could feel Javi sneaking behind you, flushing his chest to your back as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he rested his chin on your shoulder, planting a soft kiss on your temple.Â
âI think I know what it is.â Javi smirked, his kisses traveling down your jaw as he nipped at your ear, making you turn your head back toward him in confusion.Â
âOh, so now youâre a husband and a mind reader. That honestly will come in very handy.â You teased, giggling while you shifted around to face him, draping his arms around his neck as his hands traveled down your waist, reaching down to grab a handful of your ass. âJesus Javi, what in the world am I forgetting, because you seem pretty darn happy I canât remember it.âÂ
âYou really donât know?â Javi asked, almost mockingly, tightening his grip around your hips, peppering kisses along your jaw and neck, the hot words of his breath dancing across your skin.Â
âNo, Mr. Mind Reader, I donât, and youâre making it very hard to concentrate and figure out what it is.âÂ
You were trying your best to genuinely let your brain run out its train of thought, but as Javiâs kisses across your collarbone became wetter and sloppier, trying to form any sort of coherent idea was practically impossible.Â
Javi paused for a moment, reaching both hands up to cusp your face, his broad hands cradling your jaw as his thumbs swiped across your cheeks, looking up at him to see the boyish grin spread from cheek to cheek.Â
âYouâre forgetting something because youâre forgetting to bring it on purpose. Something we threw away this morning, remember?âÂ
Oh shit.Â
You were forgetting something. Only, now that you finally remembered what it was, you couldnât be happier that you had forgotten it.Â
Your birth control.Â
As Javi watched your face quickly fade from confusion to delight, your grin was just about as wide as his, biting down on your lip to try and contain your excitement while your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest.Â
The two of you could actually start trying for a baby.Â
âYou remember now?â Javi teased, laughing to himself at how wide your eyes had gone, practically beaming from the inside out at your husband, feeling butterflies swirl in your stomach and heat building in your core.Â
Leaning up, your mouth met Javiâs in a sloppy dance of tongues and teeth, lips crashing together in electric excitement, grabbing a fistfull of the fitted green t-shirt covering his chest and tugging him closer towards you.Â
âHow much longer until your dad is supposed to be here?â You rasped, already breathing heavily from your frantic kisses and anticipation.Â
Quickly, Javi looked down at his watch wrapped around his wrist, the gears turn in his brain, calculating if the two of you had enough time to do what he knew you were proposing.Â
âFuck- Like, 40 minutes?âÂ
Without saying a word, both of you agreed in silent, rushed nods that 40 minutes was enough time to give yourself enough of a buffer, and the risk definitely didnât outweigh the reward, knowing there was no way in hell that you could wait an entire plane ride and arriving at your hotel room to fuck.Â
In an instant, your mouths were crashing together again, Javi grabbing the underside of your thighs to hoist you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you back towards the couch in the living room, the back of his knees hitting the sofa as he collapsed into his seat, you still straddling his lap without ever parting your lips.Â
Javiâs hands crept below the hem of your shirt, shuffling it over your head and tossing it on the floor before shuffling your shorts and underwear off to join your top in a crumpled pile on the floor. Your hands worked rapidly at the waistband of Javiâs shorts, lifting up off his lap to push them down his thighs, revealing the hard and weeping mess his cock had already become since carrying you over to the couch, your cunt aching at the sight of his length and how desperately you wanted to be filled by it.Â
âGod, I wanna fuck you so bad.â You whimpered between your wet kisses, shifting yourself closer to hover over his dick, so turned on that you were convinced that your arousal was already dripping down your thighs at an embarrassing rate.Â
âBaby, you have no fucking idea.â Javi groaned, dragging his fingers through your folds, your body jolting at the sensation at the pads of his fingers rubbing over your clit, throbbing and aching under his touch. âJesus Christ, youâre so fucking wet.âÂ
Reaching down to wrap your hand around the base of his cock, stroking it a few times, you slowly lowered yourself down onto his tip, knowing that with your limited time and how turned on you were, you didnât want to feel anything besides the sweet sting of Javiâs stretch filling you to the brim.Â
The two of you moaned in unison as you sank down on his length, bottoming out until you had taken every inch of him, taking a second to adjust to his size before rolling your hips over his lap in figure eights.Â
âF-fuck, you feel so good, Javi.â You whined, circling your bottom half faster, the friction of the hairs at the base of Javiâs cock rubbing deliciously against your clit combined with Javi groping at your breasts, sucking at one of your pebbled nipples while he rolled the other between his fingers, making your breath hitch in the back of your throat.Â
Javi began to let his hips rut up into yours, thrusting his length deeper into your cunt as you rode him, his hands sliding down the sides of your body and wrapping around your ass, massaging the plump flesh between his fingers while his lips crashed into yours again, catching each otherâs muffled moans.Â
âF-fuckâŠâ  Javi whined, tightening his grip to try and maintain his composure as his thoughts began to flow straight from his brain through his mouth. âIâm gonna fuck you so full of me, Osita. Fuck a baby into you, get you pregnant, watch you grow our our kid and give us our perfect family.âÂ
âOh my god- fuck- yes. Please, Javi. Fuck, I want you to knock me up. I wanna- fuck- I wanna make you a daddy.â You moaned, running your hands through the dark curls of Javiâs hair as he began to pound into you even harder, his fingertips gripping your hips with bruising intensity as he guided you up and down his cock, the two of you both so lost in your own pleasure that you hadnât heard a faintly familiar voice echoing from the front door.Â
âJavi, Mija, I know Iâm a little early but I figured youâd rather get to the airport earlier than later!âÂ
Little did poor Chucho know that today was one of the few times in his life that he would regret showing up anywhere earlier than expected.Â
Surprised by the lack of response, despite the packed and stacked bags waiting by the front door, an unsuspecting Chucho kicked off his boots and began meandering down the entryway towards your living room, where and even more unsuspecting you and Javi were half dressed and sprawled across your couch trying to make a baby.Â
âJavier? Mija? Are you two ready to leave soon? I was hoping that- Oh Dios Mio!âÂ
âAHHHHHHH!âÂ
With Javiâs back to his dad as you sat in his lap, you were the first to lock eyes with your now father-in-law, your jaw practically falling to the floor as you let out a panicked shriek, causing Javi to whip his own head around, terror running through his veins as he frantically threw you off his lap and tried to cover the both of you with the nearest blanket he could find.Â
âJesus Christ, Pops!â Javi shouted, hands covering his face that had turned bright red in quite possibly the world's worst kind of embarrassment. âWhy are you here so early?! Please just, I- I donât know, for Christâs sake, please go wait outside!â He sighed, pointing towards the front door where Chucho had just regrettably entered from.Â
âHow was I supposed to know!? I figured I would be safe! Say no more, I will just go wait on the front porch. Aye, aye, ayeâŠâ Chucho replied, quickly scampering away towards the door, eyes peeled to the ground and arms up in self-defense, waiting until you heard the soft slam and clicking lock behind him before peering out from underneath your blanket shield.Â
âJesus fucking ChristâŠâ Javi groaned, hands still covering his face as you looked up at him, cheeks glowing beet red in embarrassment.Â
âPlease donât tell me your dad just walked in on us having sexâŠâ You winced, absolutely knowing the answer to your question, but still somehow praying that maybe, just maybe, you were imaging things.Â
â... My dad definitely just walked in on us having sex.â Javi sighed, his face as almost as red as yours, scrambling to find your clothes scattered between the cushions, tossing them over to you, frantically trying to cover yourself up to save any ounce of dignity you had left.Â
âWell, looks like I am going to start walking to the airport because I donât think I can ever make eye contact with your dad againâŠâ You muttered, making you and Javi laugh just enough to try and ease the uncomfortable tension, wondering how in the world you were supposed to spend an entire ride to the airport with Chucho without wanting to crawl out of your skin. âI thought you said he was supposed to get here later!â
âWell thatâs what I thought too, but apparently not!â Javi grumbled, shuffling his shirt over his head, combing his hand through his hair to try and fix the mess you had made raking your fingers through it.Â
âGuess we wonât have any worries about getting to the airport on timeâŠâÂ
âGuess youâre right about that. Fuck meâŠâÂ
âSure you donât wanna start walking?âÂ
While Chucho, you and Javi had seemingly made a silent pact to not say a peep to each other the entire car ride for the duration of your drive, every passing second seemed more awkward and uncomfortable than the last, truly regretting your decision to not grab your bags and walk along the highway to try and catch your flight.Â
It wasnât until Chucho began pulling up to drop the two of you off that he decided it was time to break your truce, his eyes meeting yours in the rear view mirror as the two of you sat awkwardly in the backseat, bracing yourself the moment you could feel his mouth begin to open.Â
âYou know, the night of our wedding, Lucia and I just couldnât keep our hands off each other either, it was so-âÂ
âDad!â Javi interjected, his face physically scrunching in pain at the thought of how his father planned to complete the rest of that thought, trying to cut him off before he could get any further.Â
âLo siento (Sorry)! God forbid I try to do something to ease the tension!â Chucho chuckled, throwing his hands up in defense at his statement.Â
âI donât think where you were headed was the way to do that, Pops.â Javi muttered, letting out another deep sigh of embarrassment.Â
 âWell lucky for you, it looks like weâre here.â Chucho smiled, pulling into one of the parking spots outside of your gate and turning off the ignition. âHere, let me help you with the bags in the trunk and-âÂ
âNope, already got it, Pops, please do not get out of the car.â Javi begged, practically sprinting out of the backseat to the trunk, you quickly following behind him, beginning to sheepishly unload your luggage from the car.Â
Of course, Chucho being Chucho was not about to take no for an answer, slowly fumbling his way out of the car to greet the two of you at the trunk with a mischievous grin stretched ear to ear.Â
âPops, please, I told you Iâve got it, I-âÂ
âOh hush, Javier, I am just coming out to say goodbye, yo promento (I promise).â Chucho laughed, grabbing Javi by the shoulder, giving him a little shake.Â
âBye Chucho.â You grimaced, leaning in reluctantly for a hug. âThanks for dropping us off. S-sorry about earlier.â You couldnât help but wince again, eyes darting to the ground at your last sentence.Â
âOh mija, donât apologize. Could be worse.âÂ
âIâm not really sure how it could beâŠâ You whispered under your breath, just loud enough for Javi to hear, making him hold back a snort.Â
âBesides, I think this bodes well for my bet I have placed.â Chucho smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as the two of you looked at him in confusion,Â
âYour bet?â Javi asked, raising an eyebrow at his dad.Â
âMhmmm. The bet between me, your family, Mija, and the Murphyâs.âÂ
âAs much as I love a vague and cryptic guessing game, any chance youâre gonna tell us what that bet is?â You laughed uncomfortably, looking back between Javi and Chucho.Â
âOh, donât you worry, Mija. I think the two of you will know soon enough. Okay, enough of that! I will let the two of you go. Have a safe flight and a wonderful trip. I couldnât be happier for the two of you. Enjoy your first of your many amazing adventures as a married couple.âÂ
While you couldnât deny you still werenât far off from wanting to find the nearest hole and disappear in, you couldnât help but feel your cheeks warm at the sentiment of Chuchoâs well-wishes, placing your hand in Javiâs and squeezing it tight, beaming up at your husband with love and excitement.Â
âThanks, Pops.âÂ
âClaro (of course). Alright, mijos, adios. Have fun. But not too much fun, if you know what I-âÂ
âYup, we know exactly what you mean, bye, Dad!â Javi grunted, gently turning his father around and pushing him back towards the car making him laugh, giving the both of you one last wave goodbye before disappearing down the road.Â
âJesus Christ, Iâm glad thatâs overâŠâ Javi sighed, wrapping his arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your forehead.Â
âYou can say that again. What bet do you think he was talking about?âÂ
âHonestly, no fucking clue. And truth be told, right now, I couldnât care less. Because right now,â He paused, leaning down to hold your cheek in his palm, forcing your gaze up at him, âall I care about,â he paused once again, planting a playful kiss on your lips, âis getting my beautiful wife onto this plane so we can start our honeymoon.âÂ
âSay it again.â You smiled, pressing up on your tiptoes to kiss him back.Â
âMy wife. My beautiful, amazing, drop dead gorgeous wife, who has single-handedly made me the luckiest man in the entire world.â Javi smirked, biting down on his lip as his grip tightened around you, making you giggle.Â
âEasy there, Romeo, we still have a whole flight to get through, ya know.âÂ
Fortunately, your flight and arrival to the Bahamas was much less eventful than anything that had happened this morning, the embarrassment of your father-in-lawâs unfortunate timing quickly fading away as you strolled up to the front desk to check into your room for the next ten days of nothing but what you had deemed your three favorite âSâsâ-Â
Sun, sand, and sex.Â
Lots of sex.Â
âHi there! Welcome! My name is Cassandra, how can I help the two of you today?â A woman smiled politely from behind the check-in desk, quickly clacking away at her keyboard.Â
âHi. Weâre checking in for Peña.â Javi beamed, grabbing your hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb over both sets of rings wrapped around your finger, knowing there wasnât a chance in hell heâd ever get used to the fact he was lucky enough to get to call you his wife for the rest of his life.Â
âPerfect! Let me get right on that.â She nodded, fingers tapping across the keys as she looked up your information. âAny special reason for your stay here?âÂ
âHoneymoon.â The two of you answered in sync, laughing to yourselves at your well timed response.Â
âWell why didnât you say that to begin with?! Let me see if I have anything I can upgrade you to for your stay!â Cassandra scoffed, almost comedically offended that your opening line hadnât been âItâs our honeymoon, upgrade our room please!âÂ
âOh, you donât have to-âÂ
âOh, honey, please. This is my favorite part of my job. Absolutely the least I can do for the two of you. Congratulations. Just give me one second here andâŠ. Ah! Yes! I thought this one was available. Letâs upgrade you to the Ocean View King Suite. This one is one of my favorite rooms. You get the most beautiful view of the sunrise right from your balcony!âÂ
You and Javi looked at each other beaming, grins plastered across your faces in surprise. âThank you so much, this is so nice of you to do for us.â You smiled.Â
âOf course. Least that I can do. Like I said, itâs one of the highlights of doing this job. Alright, well, here are your room keys!â Cassandra grinned, passing the key cards and room information over the concierge desk and handing them to you and Javi. âIf you head over to your right, thereâs a bay of elevators that will take you to your room. I hope that you two have a wonderful stay, and enjoy your honeymoon!âÂ
âThank you again, we really appreciate it.â Javi nodded, stuffing things into his pocket before leaning down to give you a kiss and reaching back to grab his suitcase and your hand in his.Â
As Javi turned, leading the two of you towards the elevator, you couldnât help but laugh at Cassandraâs face, her eyebrow playfully raised and head nodding in approval, pointing at Javi and giving you a thumbs up, as if you needed more confirmation that you had made a top-tier choice on the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with.Â
âWhatâs so funny?â Javi smirked, tilting his head in confusion at your giggles as the two of you stepped into the elevator with the small crowd of people on their way back to their hotel rooms.Â
âNothing. Just some reassurance that I cleaned up pretty damn well in the husband department, which I canât say I disagree with.â You snickered, reaching up to wrap your hand around his jaw, squeezing his cheeks in your grasp.Â
âYouâre such a dork, you know that?âÂ
âA dork who is now your wife, thank you very much.â You sassed, crossing your arms over your chest, making the two of you laugh quietly to yourselves until the ding of the elevator caught your attention. âOh! I think this is us!â Quickly scrambling to grab your suitcase, you dashed out of the elevator as the doors parted, followed by Javi, trying to keep up with your excited pace.Â
âAlright, Mrs. Dork, weâre room 2331.â Javi grinned, pulling the information from the front desk out of his pocket, scanning the hallway for rooms approaching your number, watching you search in front of him with detective-like accuracy.Â
âOkay, letâs see, 2329⊠2330⊠Here! Here it is! 2331!â You beamed, showing off the number of your room Vanna White style to Javi as he began to slip the room key into the card reader, pausing for a moment to stare at you with his sweet brown eyes in the midst of your goofiness. âWhatâs that look for?â You teased, smiling back at him.Â
âJust reminding myself of how lucky I am. I love you, Mrs. Peña.âÂ
Mrs. Peña.Â
You couldnât help but let your heart skip a beat at the sound of him saying it, still not quite sure that the incredible reality of your new last name had completely sunk in with you yet.Â
âI love you too, Mr. Peña. Now, you gonna open this door so we can put this room to use or what?â You smirked, raising your eyebrow at him playfully, gesturing towards your hotel room door.Â
With a quick swipe of your room key the two of you unlocked your door to get a first glimpse of your hotel room. At first, the both of you were convinced you must have been in the wrong place, because this was the most beautiful, luxurious hotel room that you had ever laid eyes on. Complete with a giant king bed covered in fresh white sheets, free standing tub, huge couch and living room area, newly renovated, and most impressively, a huge set of sliding glass doors that lead to your balcony overlooking a breath-taking view of the beach and ocean below you.Â
Mental note to self- you owed Cassandra at the big desk the biggest thank you ever.Â
âHoly shit, Javi. This is gorgeous.â You muttered to yourself, dropping your bags off at one of the closets at the front of the room as you began to wander and explore, gently poking and prodding around as if you were a tourist in a museum, rather than a hotel guest in your own room.Â
âItâs got no lack of options, thatâs for sure.â Javi laughed quietly to himself, following behind you as he set down his own bags before doing an investigation of his own, the majority of which was spent watching you excitedly explore the inâs and outs of your new home for the next 10 days.Â
âNo lack of options?â You asked, tilting your head in confusion, as you turned towards Javi, hands resting on his hips with a smug grin spread from ear to ear.Â
âMmmhmmm.â He replied, making his way towards you until his hands were wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his chest to force your gaze up at his brown eyes, pooling with an equal combination of excitement and mischief. âNo lack of options in this room for places I get to fuck my beautiful wife.âÂ
âYouâre so bad!â You teased, giving him a little slap to his chest as the two of you laughed, knowing that you had the exact same thought, he was just the first to say it.Â
âOh câmon, like you didnât think the same thing.âÂ
âOkay listen⊠youâre not wrong. I would be a liar if I didnât walk in here and think about how many different furniture choices we could fuck on before we had to leave.â You sighed in a playful defeat, your breaths slowly transforming to light and giggly to low and needy as Javi slid his hands resting on your hips down to your ass, palming it in his grasp.Â
Craning his head down to rest in the crook of your neck, you couldnât help but moan as he sucked at your pulse point, wet kisses consuming your neck and jawline as a damp patch began to pool in your underwear, falling apart under Javiâs touch.Â
âWell if thatâs the case, what should we break in first, Osita? What does mi esposa (my wife) want? â Javi hummed, slipping his hands under the waistband of your shorts and underwear, pushing them over your hips and down your legs until they pooled around your ankles, leaving your bottom half bare.Â
Snaking his hand between your bodies, you whimpered as his fingers ghosted over your core, grazing over your clit with just enough pressure to make you shutter in anticipation, feeling the slick of your arousal beginning to coat your thighs with want and need.Â
âF-fuck-â You stammered, trying to string together anything that resembled a coherent thought, âThe b-bed. Fuck me on the bed, baby, please.âÂ
Without another word, Javi had scooped you up under your thighs, forcing your legs to lock around his waist as he carried you toward the bed, mouths crashing together in a hungry mess of tongues and teeth.Â
Javi set you down, gently laying your back on the bed just enough to let your lower half hang off the edge so he could make a home between your legs, draping each one over his shoulders and pushing them open further to reveal the wet, puffy mess in between your thighs.Â
You should have been embarrassed with how worked up you already were from a few kisses and some ass grabbing, but with how excited you were to be here with your husband, without a worry in the world besides how many times you could disrespect your hotel room before you had to leave, you had no shame in how you were already dripping with anticipation as Javiâs eyes locked on your core.Â
âFuck, sheâs so pretty.â Javi cooed, admiring the glistening sheen of your slick covering your folds, planting gentle kisses along the soft skin of your thighs, creeping closer and closer to your center. You sat up on your elbows to watch as Javiâs fingers lazily traced your cunt, collecting your arousal, rubbing with just enough pressure to make your clit throb even harder than it already had been. âAlways so wet for me, Hermosa. My perfect wife. Fuck, I still canât believe youâre all mine forever.âÂ
âForever.â You whimpered, breath hitching in the back of your throat as Javiâs tongue dragged across your core with a broad, flat stroke, looking up at you with those devastatingly sweet, chocolate brown eyes, pulling off you with the look you knew all too well meant you were absolutely a goner.Â
âTastes so fucking sweet, baby.â Javi hummed, carefully bringing two fingers to your core, sinking them inside your weeping hole to prod steadily against your g-spotÂ
âOh my god, fuck-â You whimpered, Javi working at a painstakingly slow pace that still had you writhing under his touch, his mouth and fingers moving in the perfect combination of pressure to already have a tingle beginning to build at the base of your spine despite the fact he had just started eating you out.Â
Your jaw went slack as his digits prodded faster, his tongue swirling and flicking against your sensitive bundle of nerves, ragged moans and whimpers escaping from your lips, growing louder and more wonton by the second.Â
âThatâs my girl.â Javi cooed, pulling off you just enough to catch your attention, his fingers never faltering in pace, âFuck, I could listen to you like this all day, Osita. All the pretty noises my wife makes just for me. Câmon, baby. You want everyone here to know who makes you feel this good, huh? Tell them, sweet girl, who makes you feel this good?âÂ
âY-you, Javi, fuck- You do, baby.â You moaned, feeling your pussy begin to flutter around Javiâs fingers as his smug smirk pressed back against your cunt, now sucking at your clit with a ferocious switch intensity he knew would send you over the edge in an instant.Â
Squeezing Javiâs head between your thighs, you cried out louder, chanting his name like a prayer with each second you grew closer and closer to your end, feeling arousal creeping through your body at a rapid rate.Â
âJavi, Javi, fuck- Oh, baby, Javi, Iâm gonna- gonnaahhhhhhh-âÂ
In an instant, your orgasm crashed through you, filling you with all consuming pleasure that had you seeing stars, sobbing out as your cunt clamped down around Javiâs fingers that were pulsing inside you through your high.Â
At this point, you were probably close to suffocating your poor husband, but it was his own damn fault for knowing how to make you cum so hard, your soul just about left your body.Â
Finally regaining enough inhibition, you let your legs fall open, freeing Javi from the thigh prison he had trapped himself in, still smirking with delight despite his red face and shortness of breath.Â
âJesus Christ, Osita.â He laughed, standing up as he began to shed his clothes, tossing his shirt and shorts in a crumpled pile on the floor, followed by his already tented and stained boxers, revealing his painfully hard cock, slapping against his stomach and bobbing between his legs as it was freed. âYou tryinâ to kill me, baby?âÂ
âI could ask you the same thing.â You huffed, chest still rising and falling with heavy breaths as you came down from your high. âSorry, not my fault you make me cum so hard I put you in a headlock between my legs.âÂ
You and Javi both couldnât help but laugh as he helped you slide further up the bed, crawling over you and caging you under his broad body, peppering every inch of your body with kisses and intentionally tickling you with his mustache in all the places he knew made you giggle the most.Â
âIf I die between my wifeâs thighs buried face deep in her pussy, Iâd die a happy man.âÂ
âWell I have no plans on intentionally murdering you on this trip, so count yourself safe this time, Peña.âÂ
âBaby, Iâm convinced youâre just trying to kill me slowly this entire trip, considering you have nothing packed in your suitcase besides bikinis and sundresses.â Javi sighed, arms planted around your head as he laid overtop of you, kissing up your collarbone and neck, all the way up your jawline.Â
âJavier Peña, we are literally on a tropical vacation to the Bahamas. Would you have liked me to pack, a parka and snow pants?â You teased, breath hitching in the back of your throat between giggles, trying to maintain your composure between the wet, hot kisses, Javi was planting across your skin.Â
âNo,â He grumbled, âYouâre the hottest woman Iâve ever fucking met, baby, you donât think people arenât staring at you everywhere you go? I canât fucking blame âem, but they better notice that ring on your finger and know youâre off limits.âÂ
Heat crept through your cheeks, butterflies swirling in your stomach from what he had said, picking up on the notion behind his thoughts. Javi wasnât a jealous man, but fuck, was he a protective one, and God help any man who tried to knowingly make a move on you while he was around.Â
He wanted everyone to know you were his, and you just as badly wanted everyone to know he was yours.Â
âMaybe just the ring isnât enough, baby.â He smirked, nipping and tugging at your skin with his teeth as he snaked his hand between your bodies to stroke himself and line his cock up with your entrance. ââCause you know what else isnât in your suitcase?âÂ
Your birth control.Â
You didnât have to say a word to know exactly what Javi meant, your face swelling with a mixture of excitement and want.Â
âJavi, oh fuck-â You moaned, cut off by the sweet sting of Javi pushing into you, filling you up with every inch of himself until he had bottomed out, stalling for a moment to let you adjust to his fullness before slowly dragging his cock in and out of your cunt.Â
âMaybe,â he groaned, biting down on his lip at just how good you felt around him, warmth and wetness coating his length with each stroke, âMaybe that ring on your finger isnât enough, Ostia. Maybe once they see you pregnant with our baby growing inside you, theyâll know youâre mine.âÂ
It never failed to amaze you just how Javi knew how to make you short circuit with words alone, hoping the entire resort didnât hear the absolutely pathetic whimper you let out at the idea of finally carrying his baby, showing off your family to the world, and the man who had given it to you. Â
âFuck, knock me up Javi. Wanna- wanna make you a daddy.â You whined, wrapping your arm up around his neck, running your fingers through his dark and sweaty curls, tugging him closer to you until your mouths were molded in a messy clash of tongues and teeth.Â
âChrist- Yeah, baby girl? Fuck, Iâll give you whatever you want. Iâll fuck myself so deep inside you, itâs got no choice but to fuckinâ take. Keep you stuffed with my cum every day until it sticks.â Javi groaned, gritting his teeth as he grabbed the backs of your thighs, pushing them to your chest and pulling you closer to him so your back began to arch, giving himself the perfect angle to split you open and keep every last drop inside of you.Â
You could feel every inch of Javi filling you, perfectly punching against that soft, spongy spot inside your cunt with each thrust, keeping your thighs still pressed against your chest as the lower half of your legs wrapped around the small of Javiâs back, ankles locking together to keep him as close and deep inside you as you could.Â
âDĂĄmelo, papi.â You cooed, wicked smile stretched from ear to ear watching Javi physically having to stop himself to let out a strangled groan, clenching his jaw and scrunching his face to keep from busting right then and there. Â
âJesus, fuck-â Javi grunted, finally gaining enough composure to open his eyes and look back down at you beneath him, smugly smirking, âThatâs how this is gonna go, huh?"
The chocolate brown of Javiâs eyes began to darken with lust, dragging his cock out and ramming into you so deeply, a pathetic whimper fell from your lips, nearly knocking the wind out of your chest feeling him practically in your stomach. Your whimpers quickly turned to sobs as he did it again, slowly dragging his length out of your wet, warm walls before pounding back in to you with a blinding intensity.Â
Leaning down, Javi grabbed your arms, pushing them outstretched above your head until your wrists were crossed over each other and Javi had them both in his firm grasp, pinning you to the bed with the weight of his body and grip. It was like something feral had ignited inside him, brow furrowed and teeth gritted with a laser focus, snapping his hips to thrust himself deeper and harder, melting you to a helpless puddle beneath him, your cries of pleasure and desperation only egging him on more.Â
âYou want me to fill you up, baby? Then youâre gonna be a good girl and take every last fucking drop. Every. Last. One.â He huffed, syncing his words to each thrust, keeping a bruising grip over your wrists with one hand, and digging his fingertips into the meat of your hips with his other. âTell me what youâre gonna do for me, baby girl. Tell me whose pussy this is.âÂ
âItâs yours, Javi. Fuck, fuck, fuck- itâs yours, baby! I- oh shit- I promise Iâll be a good girl and take it all. Want you to fill me up, Papi.â You sobbed, arousal seeping through your veins as Javiâs cock punched against your g-spot over and over, each stroke faster and more intense, blinding your body with pleasure.Â
Your hotel room was drenched in the borderline pornographic sounds of skin slapping against skin, wet squelching of your pussy squeezing Javiâs cock tighter and tighter as you could feel the coil beginning to tighten in your stomach, crying out without any inhibition for your volume, Javi grunting and panting with equal intensity.Â
âThatâs my girl. You gonna let everyone hear who this pussy belongs to? Let everyone know that Iâm gonna fill you up and get you pregnant?â Javi mewled, watching the way your eyes were nearly rolling in the back of your head, snaking his hand gripping your hip down between your bodies to rub firm and frantic circles around your clit to help push you over the edge knowing how close you were.Â
As soon as the calloused pads of Javiâs fingers were pressed against your sensitive nub, you were seconds away from the brink of collapse, cunt clamping tighter and tighter around Javiâs cock, choking it with your velvety walls.Â
âYes, yes, yes, fuck, fuck, Iâm so close baby. Donât stop, donât stop, please, fuckfuckfuckfuck!âÂ
Instantly, your orgasm crashed through your body, blinding white heat flooding your vision, pleasure shooting through every inch of you to the point you felt like you had left your own body. You could feel your body going limp beneath Javi, knowing he wasnât far behind you given all his tell tale signs as you soaked his length with your arousal.Â
Javiâs thrusts had forgone any type of rhythm, now sloppy and erratic, his balls tightening and tensing in his stomach, babbling and moaning in your ear, whispering sweet nothings before he found himself in the same state of you.Â
âThatâs it, hermosa. Cum all over my cock. Cum all over me before I fill up this tight little pussy so full itâs got no choice but to take. Oh fuck- Fuck, canât wait to get you pregnant. See you carrying our baby. Gonna make you the prettiest fucking Momma-ahhhhhhh, fuck!âÂ
With one final stutter of his hips, Javi was painting the inside of your cunt with thick, warm ropes of his spend, keeping himself flushed as tight as he could to your pelvis, making sure a single drop didnât escape as he plugged you with his cock, cumming so hard he couldnât help but whimper. The weight of his body slumped on top of you, syncing your heavy breaths, the sticky and sweaty sheen of your chests pressed together as Javi planted a slow and sensual kiss on your lips, swallowing your moans in his mouth.Â
âHoly fuck.â You half whispered to yourself, letting out a bliss-filled giggle.
âJesus Fucking Christ.â Javi panted, quietly laughing along with you, gently brushing the damp and wild strands of your hair out of your face, âFuck- You gotta be careful with that âPapiâ shit, Osita.âÂ
âOh yeah? And why would that be?â You teased, smirking as you raised an eyebrow at him and bit down on your lip, knowing damn well why.Â
âBecause if you keep that up, I donât think weâre ever leaving this room.âÂ
After dinner and giving a few more pieces of furniture in your hotel room a good test run, the two of you had happily called it a night on day one of your honeymoon, eager to explore the rest of the resort as the two of you rose with the golden rays of the sun beaming over the horizon of your ocean view window, flooding your room with warm and welcoming sunlight.Â
As much as the both of you were convinced you could have easily spent the next 10 days without leaving your hotel room, you made a pact that you would spend some time going to explore the rest of the resort after spending some much deserved post-wedding de-stressing in the sun by the pool, drinking as many mojitos and frozen daiquiris as you could stomach.Â
And as amazing as non-stop sex with Javi would have been, soaking up in the sun poolside with a drink on one side of you and a shirtless husband on the other, youâd say that this was a pretty close second.Â
âAnother one?â Javi smirked, eyebrows raised at you as his brown eyes peeked over the edge of his aviators, gesturing at your nearly empty glass.Â
âI mean⊠if youâre offering.â You giggled, tipsy after a few drinks and hours baking in the sun, happily holding out the remainder of your mojito for Javi to exchange for a new one.Â
âI think the bartender and I are about to be on a first name basis pretty soon.â Javi laughed, shuffling out of his beach chair, grabbing his empty cup along with yours to bring back with him to the poolside bar that had been visited a questionable amount of times by the two of you since you had gotten to the pool this morning.Â
âYeah? Are you gonna tell the bartender the frozen strawberry margaritas youâve been getting from him all day are for you and not for your wife?â You teased, pulling your sunglasses down to look at Javi, playfully rolling his eyes back at you.Â
âShut up. Theyâre fucking addicting. You had one, can you blame me?âÂ
âIâm just giving you a hard time, Mr. I Wonât Drink Anything But Beer and Whiskey. Donât worry, your secretâs safe with me. Although, Iâm sure Steve would get a kick out of knowing youâve downed like, 7 of these since weâve gotten here.âÂ
Setting down both of the drinks, you found yourself in a fit of squeals and giggles as Javi reached down to scoop you up out of your chair, carrying you bridal style to the edge of the pool before jumping in with the both of you, the refreshing cool of the pool water crashing over you as your bodies bobbed under the surface.Â
âPendejo!â You laughed, splashing Javi as your heads peered above the edge of the water, Javi shaking his hair, damp and clinging to his forehead from your added assault, grabbing you by the waist before you could go any further, shifting you to wrap your legs around him as he held you, childishly swaying you through the water.Â
âTe amo, esposa.â (I love you, wife) Javi teased in a mocking tone, responding to your name calling.Â
âJokeâs on you, because I wanted to get into the pool anyways. Youâre lucky youâre handsome. Mojito me, Peña.â You splashed again, rolling your eyes at his over exaggerated kiss before he swam away, shooting you a wink while he waded his way to the poolside bar.Â
It wasnât long before Javi was making his way back, a drink in each hand, happily handing you your mojito as he got to the edge of the pool where you were sitting, lifting himself up to sit beside you and take a swig of his margarita.Â
âMiss me?â He smirked, raising his eyebrows at you.Â
âTerribly. Most agonizing 6 minutes of my entire life.â You teased, playing into the dramatics as Javi picked up your left hand, admiring the diamond ring and wedding band adorned on your finger before gently kissing it.Â
âSorry to keep my wife waiting. I hope that youâll accept this mojito as a token of my apology.âÂ
âI think thatâs a fair enough compromise.âÂ
After a few more hours and several drinks later, it was safe to say that you and Javi had definitely both been in better states than you currently were, too far gone to care about the potential consequences of tomorrowâs hangover to stop yourselves.Â
âWhat time do you think it is?â You asked, sunkissed body sprawled out across the pool chair.Â
âWife OâClock.â Javi answered, snickering to himself at his answer.Â
âJavier Peña, thatâs not a real time, you dork.âÂ
âHalf past mojito. A quarter âtil my next margarita.âÂ
âJesus ChristâŠ.â You paused, one of the life guards crossing behind you catching your attention, âHey, excuse me! Do you know what time it is?âÂ
âUhhhhh, looks like itâs almost 6!â The lifeguard replied, looking down at his watch before continuing on his path.Â
â6?! Oh shit!â You gasped, sitting up straight in your chair.Â
âWhat? Whatâs happening at 6?!â Javi inquired, seemingly less concerned with whatever was supposed to be happening then that had you so riled up.Â
âJavi, we're supposed to be at dinner right now! We made reservations at that italian place, remember?!â You grimaced, frantically starting to grab the towels and clothes you had scattered around the pool deck.Â
âOh fuck! Shit, uh- okay, here, lemme help you!â Javi joined in on the gathering of any item that belonged to you that he could find, tossing it into the bag you had brought down with you, hoping that you didnât forget anything that had come with you to the pool.Â
While the haphazard gathering of items was a good enough sign to any onlooker that you and Javi were more than likely intoxicated, the both of you didnât realized just how drunk you were until you both tried to stand up out of your beach chairs, grabbing on to each other in a wobbly dance of giggles. Â
âWoah, I think I drank a little lotta margaritas.â Javi stammered, laughing to himself.Â
âFuck, I did too. Jesus, how many do you think we had?â You giggled, face scrunching in anticipation of the number that was definitely going to be higher than you had intended when you came to the pool this morning.Â
You could see Javi trying to drunkenly calculate his trips to the pool bar in his head, counting across his fingers in a serious concentration, tongue sticking out of his mouth, as if it was going to help him focus better.Â
âLetâs see, I think after adding them all up⊠We drank a lot.âÂ
âIf we canât even come up with a number, thatâs not good. Fuck, I didnât even bring real clothes! Our room is so far from the restaurant, thereâs no way weâre even gonna be close to making it!â You pouted, shrugging your shoulders in defeat.Â
âJust put on the cute little dressy thingy over your bathing suit. Or just go in your bikini. Youâre so hot they have to let you in.â Javi smirked, biting down on his lip as he looked you up and down, giving you his best drunken attempt at his bedroom eyes.Â
âUnfortunately for you, I donât think the other patrons of this resort want to watch me eat pasta half naked, ya sicko.â You teased, giving him a nudge to his stomach a little harder than you had intended. âOkay, cover up will have to do, I guess. Do you have your shirt?âÂ
âYou donât wanna watch me eat pasta half naked?âÂ
âAs much as Iâd love to, maybe another time, weirdo. Okay, we have to go! Or else weâre not getting any pasta, naked or not! Focus, Peña, focus!â You commanded in your best pretend stern voice, grabbing the rest of your things in your hands while Javi stood there, admiring you like the drunken, lovesick fool he was.Â
âYouâre so fucking sexy when youâre bossy.â Javi smirked, raising his eyebrows at you, âOkay, fine, fine fine, letâs go. Lead the way, Mrs. Peña.âÂ
If you didnât feel drunk enough after simply trying just to stand up out of your pool chairs and collect all your belongings within a 5 foot radius of you, you sure as hell did trying to drunkenly navigate the resort to find the restaurant you were looking for. After asking several employees, you somehow managed to stumble your way through the hotel to find your intended location, âCiao!â , one of the higher-end dining experiences the two of you had planned for your vacation.Â
âHi. We are married, and we are here to eat pasta.â Javi proclaimed to the hostess at the front of the restaurant, who was looking back and forth between you and Javi, riddled with confusion not only by Javiâs opening statement, but from the fact the two of you were nearly out of breath from running around every inch of the resort, clearly drunk, and still dressed in your swimsuits.Â
âUmmmm, okay? Whatâs the name on the reservation?â The hostess asked hesitantly, flipping through the pages of names and times written down for seating tonight.Â
âPeña. We were supposed to be here at 6 but we had a lil too much fun at the pool, but not enough fun that we completely forgot about dinner! Weâre really sorry!â You explained, trying your best to keep your composure, biting your tongue to subdue your drunken giggles.Â
âYeah, like, so sorry. I had a lot of margaritas today.â Javi added, turning his head to let out a little burp at the end of his sentence.Â
âI donât see any Peñaâs on the reservation for tonightâŠ.â The hostess sighed, flipping back and forth between todayâs pages, clearly not amused by either of your antics.Â
âOh no⊠Does that mean weâre not getting pasta? Shit.â Javi pouted, crossing his arms over his chest like a little boy.Â
âOh wait, are- are you sure it was a reservation for today? I see Peña on here at 6 for tomorrow?âÂ
âOh shitâŠâ You and Javi replied, nearly in sync, visibly grimacing at the fact that you had spent the past 45 minutes in an alcohol induced frenzy, running through the resort to find a restaurant you werenât even supposed to eat at until tomorrow.Â
Whoops.Â
âMy badâŠ.â You shrugged, sheepishly frowning as you looked back and forth between the hostess and Javi, âOkay, well, um, weâre gonna- Weâre gonna go then.â You winced, grabbing Javi by the hand to slowly drag him away from the restaurant, hoping that the physical distance would somehow spare you the embarrassment you had just subjected yourself to.Â
âYouâre fine, just- We do ask that our guests wear more, um- appropriate attire when they come to dine with us.â The hostess scoffed, huffing at you and Javi, looking you up and down with your beach bound outfits and hands full of pool accessories as you continued to back away.Â
âShe doesnât wanna see us eat pasta in our bathing suits?â Javi whispered in your ear, making you snort so loud it almost hurt your chest, trying to keep from bursting into full blown laughter before making it out of eye and earshot of the hostess, jabbing him in the stomach with your elbow, only spurring him on further, âShe doesnât know how sexy youâd look shoving a fist full of garlic bread down your throat with nothing on but a bikini? Her loss.âÂ
Now out of sight of the restaurant, you and Javi exploded into an obnoxious fit of drunken giggles, feeling completely idiotic for wasting nearly the last hour of your night in a whirlwind journey to nowhere.Â
âWell, looks like no pasta for dinner tonight.â You sighed, playfully throwing up your hands in defeat. âI am starting to get really hungry though⊠Like too hungry to go back up to the room and change and then come back down and wait at a restaurant for more food.âÂ
âYeah, shit, Iâm really hungry too⊠Wait!â Javi paused, his face lighting up with excitement.Â
âWhat, Jav?âÂ
âDidnât we pass a pizza place on the way up to the room when we first got here?Â
The grin on your face was now equally as wide, almost certain that you and Javi were having the same drunk recollection.Â
âI knew there was a good reason I married you.âÂ
Somehow or another, you had not only managed to find your way to âPapaâs Pizzeriaâ, you had managed to successfully order an extra large pizza for the two of you to split, and make it back to the room without any pizza casualties on the way.Â
Even a drunken you couldnât help but realize how lucky she was to have married a man like Javi, and not just because of his excellent memory for pizza restaurants- What you had been through in the past hour and a half could have easily sent any other couple into an ugly spiral of arguments and blame theyâd cast upon each other for âruiningâ the rest of their night.Â
Youâd been witness to so many relationships and marriages where couples barely managed to genuinely enjoy each otherâs company, let alone have fun together. Cohabitation drenched in resentment and unhappiness towards each other, forced proximity the only thing keeping them together. Â
You were positive that there would never be enough âthank youâsâ that you could send out into the universe for letting you marry your best friend.Â
Because what would have been a soiled evening for so many others, was quickly turning out to be a better night than you could have ever imagined, plans tossed out the window to sit cross legged in your king sized bed together, bodies draped in fluffy hotel robes as you mowed down on slices of pepperoni pizza, giggling over shared, drunken secrets with your favorite person in the world.ïżœïżœ
âOkay, your turn now.â You snickered, shoving another bite of lukewarm pizza into your mouth, giving Javi a playful shove into the sea of pillows at the head of your bed.Â
âI just went!â He protested, trying to talk through the mess of cheese, sauce and crust he was still chewing.Â
âNuh uh! I just did, remember? We got off topic because we started talking about the Farrah Fawsect poster you had in your room that your mom made you take down, but you were the one who asked me about who my first celebrity crush was, remember?â You insisted, pointing your half bitten piece of pizza at him, forcing him to hold up his hands in defeat.Â
âOkay, okay! Canât blame me for forgetting after thinking about that poster, though.â Javi shrugged, smirking at the thought of his 12 year old self gawking at the beautiful blonde actress hanging above his bed, âShitâŠ. Gimmie a second, let me think.âÂ
âIâve given you plenty of seconds, goofball! Like all the seconds I spared you thinking about Farrah.âÂ
âShut up. Okay,â he paused, taking another bite of pizza, âwho was your first kiss?âÂ
âReally? Why, you gonna go hunt him down?â You snorted, feeling like you were gossiping with your teenage best friend at a sleepover rather than with your husband, Javi laughing along with you as he shook his head, âIt was Jack Mullins in the 7th grade.âÂ
âOkay, and?â Javi prodded, smirking as he interrogated you for more information.Â
âIt was at a Halloween Party my friend Sarah had at her house. Iâm pretty sure we were playing truth or dare, and all my friends knew I had a massive crush on him because he was the cutest boy in the 7th grade. So they dared me to kiss him and I did it. It was so awkward, and I had no idea what I was doing. Pretty sure we kissed while the âThe Monster Mashâ was playing, too. I was so embarrassed after that I cried in the bathroom and then walked home and didnât even say goodbye to anyone. Didnât ever think Iâd speak to him again and he ended up being my date to prom.âÂ
âWow. That was a way better story than I was expecting to get. âThe Monster Mashâ? Truth or Dare?â Javi chuckled as your cheeks turned red, watching your eyes at his enjoyment of your story.Â
âOkay, I was 12 Javi, some of us were weird, awkward teenagers. Iâm sure that you were very easily the Jack Mullins of your middle school and had girls at the door lining up to kiss you.â You rebutted, having seen plenty of pictures of teenage Javi, thanks to Chucho, knowing whatever awkward phase he went through was only a fraction of your pre-teen pain.Â
âNo, I wasnât. I was a pretty shy kid. All my friends had their first kiss way before I did.â Javi shrugged, now sounding slightly more embarrassed.Â
âOkay, so what? They were 12 and you were 13? I donât believe it. I would have had the biggest crush on you in middle school.âÂ
âIâm being serious!â Â
Câmon, Javi, if Iâm telling you about my Monster Mash kiss, I get to hear about yours!â You insisted, giving him the biggest fake pout that you could muster until he gave in.Â
âI- I was 16 when I had my first kiss.âÂ
âYouâre joking.âÂ
âWhy would I joke about that?âÂ
â16?!âÂ
âOsita, youâre making it sound like I was 72 when I had my first kiss, not 16.âÂ
âConsidering how cute you were, yeah, I am! Okay, spill! Now I need to know!âÂ
âIâm telling you, I was a shy kid. Didnât really come out of my shell until 10th grade when I started doing swimming. There was a girl on the team I always thought was really cute, but I was too chicken shit to do anything about it. All my friends had girlfriends and dates to go to homecoming with, and I didnât have anyone, so they forced me to ask her. She turned me down, told me she already had a date. I was devastated. Went to a party with the team after, got drunk for the first time because I was so upset, and ended up kissing my friendâs older sister, Katie. Made out in the laundry room in the basement for the rest of the night. My friend found us after he realized we both had gone missing and ended up punching me in the face and almost breaking my nose.âÂ
âHoly shit. Thatâs a way better story than mine.â You gawked, eyes going wide at the turn Javiâs story had taken.Â
âI wouldnât say way better, just stupid.â Javi huffed, âYou do dumb things when youâre young.âÂ
âWell, you must have been a pretty good kisser even back then if she made out with you for an hour. Honestly, would have been dumb if she didnât make out with you, in my humble opinion.â You giggled, scooting closer to Javi as you snuggled into his lap, resting your head on his outstretched thigh and letting out a big yawn. Resting his hand on your back, Javi pulled you closer, running his fingers through the sun kissed ends of your messy hair, smiling at all the tell tale signs sleep was beginning to creep through your body and the way you snuggled up next to him.Â
âOkay, one last question because all these mojitos are catching up to me and Iâm getting sleepy.â You mumbled, feeling your eyelids begin to droop as you curled up in the warmth of his body, comfort flooding over you from Javiâs presence.Â
âOkay, hermosa. Your turn.â Javi cooed, his voice softening to match your sleepy tone, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.Â
âIf you could change anything about your life, anything you want, what would it be?âÂ
Javi paused for a moment, his fingers still daintily stroking across your hair and back as he thought. Truthfully, there were plenty of things he wished he could change about his past. It would take him less than a minute to come up with a list longer than most people could muster in a lifetime. He had wasted so many years of his life, bitter and remorseful about the things he had done, condemning himself to suffer the consequences of his actions. And yet, somehow, despite all of the things he could have said, out of all the painful things he wished he could go back in time to change, there was one answer that prevailed above all the rest, an answer that couldnât have been easier to choose. Â
âI wish there was a world where I would have met you sooner. That I would have gotten to love you just a little longer.âÂ
He waited for your response, settling into the silence until it was broken by one of your soft snores humming against his thigh, signaling to him you were sound asleep in his lap, not having heard a word you said. He laughed softly to himself, remembering the first night he had stayed at your apartment, and how it had ended just like this, conversation flowing until the early hours of the morning until you couldnât fight sleep any longer, eyelids shutting as you fell asleep in his arms. How he watched you gently drift to dreaming, wondering if he was, too. That somehow, some way, the world had managed to bring the two of you together. And even if he wished he would have gotten more time to love you before youâd met, Javi knew that heâd be forever grateful for every minute he had left with you.Â
Despite the raging hangover the two of you had the next morning after you woke up from your alcohol and pizza induced coma, the rest of your honeymoon had been some of the most fun that the two of you had had in years. Youâd spent multiple days at the pool, soaking up sun on the beach and swimming in the ocean, eaten so much delicious food you were convinced you were going to combust, drank more mojitos than youâd like to admit, and had even gone snorkeling on a tour through some of the islands outside your resort.Â
You also had been having so much sex, you were starting to feel bad for the rooms on either side of you.Â
Everything about your honeymoon had been everything youâd ever hoped for and more, but with only one full day left of your vacation, you couldnât help but feel a little sad that your perfect trip to tropical paradise was coming to a close.Â
âWhatâs that look for, porbrecita?â Javi laughed, sneaking up behind you on the edge of the balcony, watching you watch the sunrise with your cheeks propped up in your palms, pouting at the way bright pinks and oranges were greeting the sky. Standing behind you, he snaked his arms around your front so he could bring your back to his chest, kissing the top of your head while his arms settled around your middle.Â
âI donât want our honeymoon to end.â You sighed, craning your neck just enough to look at Javi over your shoulder, âIâm sad itâs gonna be over.âÂ
âI know, mi amor, me too.â He softly chuckled, planting a long kiss on your cheek, the whiskers of his mustache making you giggle, âBut what if I told you I have one more surprise for us before we go home tomorrow?âÂ
This made you swing all the way around, now chest to chest with Javi as you looked up at him in confusion, âWhat? I thought we were spending our last day on the beach just hanging out?âÂ
âWell we are, but what if I told you I rented one of those fancy cabanas at the end of the beach for us to use to celebrate our last day here?â Javi smirked, watching your face light up at his proposition.Â
âWait, actually?âÂ
âYes, actually.âÂ
âBut arenât they like, super expensive to rent for the day?âÂ
âI mean⊠theyâre not that expensive.âÂ
âOkay, the pause tells me that you spent way more money than you needed to on this, Jav.âÂ
âAnd what if it was? Iâm not allowed to wanna spoil my wife on our honeymoon?â Javi grinned, gently cupping your face and playfully shaking it, making you laugh again.Â
âYour wife doesnât need to be spoiled, just getting to be here with you is more than enough.â You paused, giving Javi a little nudge as he dramatically rolled his eyes at you, chuckling to himself, âWhat, you goof?âÂ
âI hope you know that because youâre my wife, Iâm planning on spending the rest of my life spoiling you, whether you like it or not. Iâd give you the fucking moon if I could, Osita.âÂ
âWell lucky for you, a day at a beach cabana will do just fine.âÂ
While you never would have asked Javi to purposely spend extra money on things you really didnât need to make your trip any more special than it already was, you couldnât deny that spending the day in your own private cove of the beach in a luxurious cabana with food and drinks being served to you at your request wasnât a bad way to spend the last day of your honeymoon.Â
The daybeds in the cabana had made a perfect place for a shady, mid day nap for the both of you, lazily waking up from the soft kiss Javi had planted on your shoulder, exposed from your bikini top, freckled and sunkissed from days in the tropics.Â
âIâm gonna go for a swim, Hermosa. Be back in a sec.â Javi cooed, gently stirring you from your catnap.Â
âMmmmmmkay.â You smiled, flipping over for another kiss on the lips before Javi slipped out from the flaps of your tent, softly blowing in the breeze. You sat up on your lounger, the sight of Javi in nothing but his bathing suit waking you from your brief sleep in a matter of moments.Â
Even though you had seen Javi in nothing but bathing suits for the past 9 days, you were convinced it was a sight youâd never find yourself getting over. There was no doubt that you had always found him incredibly attractive, but something about this trip had skyrocketed him to another level of sexy you didnât even know was attainable. You werenât sure if it was the unbuttoned floral shirts, excessive time spent shirtless, his messy and wet beach hair, or just the fact that now you got to call him your husband- truthfully, it was most likely a combination of all of the above.Â
You perked up, pulling back the fabric door of the cabana enough to watch Javiâs arms stroke through the ocean, popping his head above water with a brief shake before he was shallow enough to touch the sandy bottom again. As he sauntered in from the ocean, you couldnât help but admire the width of his shoulders and chest, glistening from the sun and salty water. You let your gaze travel down to his swim trunks, feeling your mouth water at the way they hugged his waist and crept up his thick thighs. With each step closer to shore, you couldnât stop staring at the way his trunks were clinging to his lower half, perfectly outlining his generous length.Â
Javi must have noticed the way you were staring at him by the subtle smirk that had broken out across his face as he approached the cabana, eyeing you up and down right back.Â
âYou have a good swim?â You asked, feeling your stomach swirl as you took in every inch of him, glowing in the sunlight.Â
âMhmm. Did you have fun watching me swim?â He teased, tongue tracing over his teeth while he raised his eyebrows, knowing damn well the effect he was having on you.Â
âMaybe. What, Iâm not allowed to enjoy the view? Not my fault my husband is so handsome.â Your smirk was almost as wide as his, biting down on your bottom lip as Javi entered the cabana, letting the flap to the entrance close behind him before caging your body under his on the lounge chair, trailing hot, wet, kisses across your chest and stomach.Â
âSay it again.â He mewled, looking up at you with his big, brown eyes as his kisses trailed lower and lower, watching as he began to settle himself at the edge of the chair between your thighs.Â
âMy husband is so handsome. Youâre so handsome, Javi.â You sighed, feeling the damp patch in your swimsuit bottoms growing, soaking the fabric with your slick and arousal.Â
âYouâre so fucking good to me. Fuck, Iâm so lucky.â He groaned, slinging your thighs over his shoulders, eyes still locked on you while he began to tug at the strings of your bikini, leaving your bottom half bare.Â
There was a part of you that knew you should be worried about someone catching the two of you, barely concealed by the flimsy confines of your cabana, but the part of you staring at your husband between your legs about to eat you out seemed a lot more convinced that this was the best idea Javi had all day.Â
âYouâre so fucking perfect. Everything about you. Iâm the goddamn luckiest man alive, you know that baby?âÂ
Your response to his question was nothing but a ragged moan, feeling him draping his arm over your hips to hold you in place as he slid two fingers into your heat. He curled his hand to reach the spot inside you he knew made you crumble before diving back in between your legs, beginning to lick you up like a man starved.
His tongue swirled against your clit, the firmness of each stroke and the deep press of his fingers making you writhe under his touch, shooting your hand down to grab fistfulls of his damp, curly locks to brace yourself as he ate you out relentlessly.
âOh my god, fuck, Javi. Fuck, you feel so good. Fuck-âÂ
You could feel him switching tactics, latching his lips around your sensitive nub, rapidly sucking at the throbbing bundle of nerves, working his fingers deeper in your cunt as he felt you begin to clench around him.Â
âFuck Javi, fuck, right there baby- fuck, Iâm close.â Your fingers were buried so deep in his curls, tugging just enough to pull his face closer to you as you could feel your orgasm building at the base of your spine, desperate for him to give you your sweet release.Â
His thick fingers bumped along your g-spot, curving them ever so slightly in the way he had memorized like the back of his hand to make you come undone. The tingle along your spine quickly spread down your legs, pleasure building rapidly throughout your body as you felt yourself on the edge of release. Lifting his arm off your waist, he reached up to grab your hand laying out on the lounge chair, engulfing it in his grasp as he intertwined his fingers with yours.Â
âDamelĂł, (give it to me) sweet girl. Let go, baby, Iâve got you.âÂ
You could feel the pressure inside you snap, the tingling in your veins quickly transforming into full blown pleasure as your orgasm swept through you. You gushed around his hand, cunt clenching down on his fingers as you came, losing all sense of inhibitions as you cried out with a volume much louder than intended.Â
But with Javiâs fingers still curled, prodding against your g-spot, you had a feeling those cries werenât coming to a halt any time soon. It was only moments after your orgasm had finished he was already on a mission to give you another, tongue lapping up every ounce of your slick as it pressed against your clit.Â
âJavi, holy shit, baby, oh fuck.â You whined, bucking your hips towards his face and arching your back as he circled around your bundle of nerves, your moans and whimpers only egging him on more.Â
Even after all this time, there was a part of you that still couldnât believe how fast Javi could make you cum. He had memorized every twitch, every tug of his hair, every breathy whisper to know what made you fall apart under his touch, loving every second of watching you come undone for him.Â
You could already feel the tingling of your next orgasm beginning to creep up your legs and into your stomach as Javi sucked at your clit, greedy for him to help you hit your second high.Â
âPlease donât stop, Javi. Fuck baby, fuck, fuck, I- ahhhhhhhhh.â That was all it took before you could feel the waves of pleasure rushing through your body again, your pussy throbbing as your orgasm flooded over you.Â
Your legs were all but jello at this point, trembling around Javiâs head, still buried between them. Your last two orgasms had been so intense, you werenât sure you could take a third, but with the way Javi knew your body, you also were convinced it would barely take anything for you to cum again.Â
âJ-Javi- fuck, baby, fuck I canât-â  Â
âGimme one more, Osita. Câmon, sweet girl. Wanna make my wife cum one more time.â You nodded, looking down at the shine of your arousal covering his smirk, knowing that at this point, you were so worked up and overstimulated that just the fingers already inside of you really were all you needed to give him your last orgasm.Â
Javiâs fingers had already sunk so deep into your cunt, already so overly sensitive to every push and pull of his hand, that the grip you had on his hand had become so tight, you could feel your knuckles turning white. You cried out his name as it fell from your lips, babbling incoherently as the third rush of pleasure crashed over you, gushing onto Javiâs fingers. Â
âThatâs my good girl. My perfect fucking wife. I love you so much.â Javi carefully pulsed his fingers a few more times as he felt you clench around him, making you hiss as he withdrew his hand now soaked in your slick, bringing the digits to his fingers to suck them clean with a satisfied smirk.Â
It was only moments before his sly grin had quickly shifted to full blown panic, you, still too blissed out to wonder why he was scrambling to throw a towel over your bottom half and one to hide the erection under his as he sat himself in the chair next to you. Thank god Javi still at least had an ounce of inhibition left to see the footsteps of the server who had been periodically checking in on you strolling their way through the sand under the edge of the cabana, saving you both from what could have been an incredible amount of embarrassment.Â
âHi, how are you two doing? Anything else I can get for you right now?â Your server asked, peeking his head in through the flaps to see you and Javi trying your best to act as natural as possible.Â
âN-no, Iâm good. You good, honey? Need anything?â Javi asked, looking over at you as his hand ran over the back of his neck, trying his best not to grimace at the awkward tension stewing between him, you and your poor, unsuspecting server.Â
âYou know what, I think Iâm gonna have another drink.âÂ
âAlright! Another mojito for you, maâam?â Your server asked, whipping out his pad of paper to note down your order.Â
âNo, can you make this next one a Sex on the Beach? That sounds really good.âÂ
It truly took everything in Javi not to burst out laughing, choking on his own spit at your perfectly timed order, shaking his head at you in a humorous disbelief.Â
âPerfect, well Iâll be right back with your drink!âÂ
âThank you so much!âÂ
Once your server had disappeared, you and Javi erupted in hyena like laughter, the combination of your joke and almost fatal timing throwing the two of you into a fit of giggles.Â
âYouâre fucking ridiculous, you know that?â Javi chuckled, looking over at you as he shook his head.Â
âWhat? Itâs our last day, figured we might as well have a little sex on the beach. The drink sounds like itâll be good, too.âÂ
Your mid-afternoon flight had made for an easy morning to pack up and soak in the last little bit of your honeymoon. It had given you just enough time to enjoy your favorite breakfast place, and have one more of the best blueberry waffles youâd ever tasted before your last shower (and shower sex) to get ready for your departure home.Â
While you were sad your vacation had come to an end, there was no denying that every last bit of your trip was absolutely perfect, and even more so that you got to spend it with the most perfect person you could think of. You were convinced you could have gone anywhere in the world for your honeymoon and you would have felt the same- in the end, it wasnât the destination that mattered, it was the fact you got to spend it with your husband.Â
The fact that you got to spend every vacation together for the rest of your lives only made it that much sweeter.Â
While flying would never be enjoyable, you were thankful your trip home was fairly painless, granting Javiâs hand some grace, considering you didnât feel the need to keep it in an iron grip for the two hours it took you to arrive back home.Â
You were also thankful that it was Steve and Connie who had offered to pick you up from the airport instead of Chucho, sparing you and Javi the same sort of awkward embarrassment you had endured on the ride to start off your honeymoon.Â
Well, it may not been the same kind of embarrassment that you had experienced with Javiâs dad, but it was foolish of you to think that Steve was letting you get away scott free.Â
At least he had managed to get creative with it, making a greeting poster with âWelcome home, lovebirds!â on it to help you find him and Connie in the airport crowd, making Javi let out a sigh loud enough that Steve probably could have heard it from the tarmac.Â
âHey! There they are! Welcome home, Mr. and Mrs. Peña!â Steve grinned, pulling you and Javi in for a hug as you found him, Connie following suit with a much less dramatic greeting for the both of you afterwards.Â
âHow was the honeymoon? Did you guys have a great time?â Connie asked, offering to take one of your suitcases, nudging Steve to do the same. âÂ
âIt was really nice. It was everything we could have hoped for. The resort was beautiful, the food was great, and the weather was fantastic. It really was perfect.â You smiled, looking up at Javi, nodding in agreement, reaching out to wrap his arm over your shoulder.Â
âThanks again for picking us up.â Javi chimed in, the two of you now following along behind your friends as they began leading you through the airport towards their car.Â
âDonât mention it, Jav. Least we could do.â Steve replied, reaching out to give Javi a little punch to the arm.Â
âWeâre super excited to hear all about your trip!â Connie added, looking back at you and Javi with a genuine grin.Â
âExcited to hear if Iâm gonna make good on my betâŠâ Steve muttered, laughing under his breath.Â
âSteve! Seriously? You promised in the car you werenât gonna bring this up!â Connie huffed, giving her husband a slap to the chest, and a grimace that clearly was the silent way to ask âWill you please shut up?âÂ
âWhat?! I put good money on it, Iâm confident!âÂ
âWait, is this the same bet that Javiâs dad was talking about on the way here?â You asked, looking back and forth between Javi, Steve and Connie in confusion, perplexed as to what you and Javi had to do with whatever bet he and the Murphyâs were in on.Â
âGo ahead, Steve! Why donât you explain?â Connie scolded, hands on her hips as she stared down her husband in all his big mouthed glory.Â
âYou bet on it, too!â Steve retorted, holding his hands up in defense, pointing at Connie to claim her as part of the guilty party to whatever was going on.
âWhat the fuck are you guys talking about?â Javi asked, trying to cut to the chase of whatever cryptic game they were playing.Â
âAfter yâall left on your wedding night, we- shit, this does sound kinda bad when you say it to their face, huh?â Steve paused, letting out a huff as he turned back to Connie, grimacing in agreement, âUs and your family and your dad made a bet.âÂ
âA bet onâŠâ You led, waiting for your answer.Â
Steve sighed again, hands on his hips as he stared at the ground before looking back up at you and Javi, âA bet on how quick it would take after the wedding until the two of you announced you were pregnant.âÂ
You didnât even want to know how red your face was turning, but judging by the sudden pink flush of Javiâs cheeks, you had no doubt you looked exactly the same, if not worse.Â
âTo be fair, your dad was the one who started it!â Steve exclaimed, pointing at Javi to let him know he wasnât to blame for his friendâs embarrassment before shifting his finger to point at you, âAnd your brothers were the one who said we should make it a bet! I just wanted in on it!âÂ
âJesus fucking christ.â Javi sighed, face in his palm as he rubbed his temples with the pads of his fingers.Â
âI hope now you know weâre not gonna have kids just to spite all of you.â You teased, crossing your arms over your chest as you tilted your head at Steve. It was enough to catch Javiâs attention, eyes going wide that there was even a shred of you being serious, laughing to yourself as you watched the relief flush over him when you shook your head at your own joke.Â
âYeah, okay, whatever you say.â Steve chuckled, his voice oozing with sarcasm, simply shrugging before turning back around to continue your journey to the parking garage.Â
Javi took his free hand, intertwining it with yours and giving it a gentle squeeze as the two of you trailed behind the Murphyâs soft smile on his face that despite his friends and families bet revolved around your sex life, there was a very real possibility that sooner rather than later, someone was bound to make their fifty bucks.Â
âWhatâd you bet?â Javi asked, feeling entitled to know how Steve had gambled after heâd spilled the beans on his little wager.Â
âWell, letâs see, yâall got married at the end of July, so July to August, August to September,â Steve paused, doing the quick math on his fingers as he calculated his answer, â9 months from now would be April, so Iâll be damned if youâre not tellinâ us your havinâ a baby by the fall and itâs here by the spring. And I know for a fact neither of yâall would be mad about that one bit.âÂ
And as much as you both hated to admit it, it was one of the few things in life that Steve Murphy was very, very right about.Â
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Beautifully Cruel World-Chapter 9
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Just so everyone knows, I have an end goal in mind but I honestly don't know how I'm fully getting there right now. So I hope everyone enjoys my scatter brained chapters
Chapter 9Â
âHey Binnie?â Y/n had woken up early knowing that Changbin does as well to either head to the gym in town or workout in the home gym.
âMorning pretty girl, youâre up really early.â He looks at the clock before grabbing a water bottle from the fridge having just come in from the home gym. âWhatâs up?â
âCould I use your phone while you finish working out?â She asks shyly. âTo call my brother?â
âOf course baby.â He smiles, fishing his phone out of his packet before giving it to her. âI use the tablet and stereo in the gym anyways for music so youâre good to use it however long you need.
âThanks.â She smiles and waits for him to go back into the gym before she decides to walk into the den, closing the door most of the way as she types in her brother's number and hits call.
âHello?â A groggy voice that sounds like was just woken up answers fairly quickly.
âHyuk? Itâs Y/n.âÂ
âHoly shit, Y/n?â The voice perks up. âGod youâve had me so worried about you. I hadnât heard from you in a bit and dad called saying he got a message from grandma and grandpa that you ran away for no reason. Where the fuck are you? Whoâs phone are you calling from?â
âOne of my fated alphaâs phone.â She tries to keep her voice light but in reality sheâs about to break down.Â
âYour fated alphas?â He sounds wary.Â
Y/n sighs and starts explaining everything that had happened, including letting the injection wear off.Â
âGod Iâm so sorry sis.â His heart breaks hearing everything she was put through. âIâm just glad youâre away from them and somewhere safe now.â
âYeah.â She smiles through her tears. âThis is the safest Iâve ever felt, really.â
âThatâs good.â He sighs. âI want to meet your mates though.â
âHyuk.â She whines at his overprotectiveness.
âDonât give me that pup.â He scolds her. âHave they marked you yet?â
She hesitates. â...No.â
âAre they planning to?âÂ
âWell I believe so. A few of them said soon, so Iâm sure they will.â She rambles.
âIâm just wanting to make sure Y/nn.â He tries to calm her down. âDonât want them to take advantage of you, promising to mark you but never actually do just to get things from you and later sell you to the highest paying pack.â
âThey wouldnât do that.â She defends her mates but she isnât sure if sheâs trying to convince him or herself as she now starts to overthink everything.
âIâm just making sure.â Hyuk then sighs. âListen, Iâve gotta go get ready for work. Text me when they get you your new phone and weâll discuss meeting up soon.â
âOkay.â She nods even though he canât see it. âBye bro, love you.â
âLove you too sis, talk later.â
After she hangs up she takes in a shaky deep breath before letting the dam break and start sobbing in the nest. Little did she know that Changbin had finished his workout already and had heard her crying while talking on the phone. He didnât eavesdrop or anything but stayed nearby until he heard her muffled talking stop and just her sobs come through the crack in the door.Â
The alpha quickly walks in and when she sees him she lifts her arms up and he wraps himself around her, bringing her into his lap in the nest and gently rocks her as she cries into his shoulder.
âIâve got you, pretty girl.â He whispers and coos at her. âYouâre okay, just let it out.â
Chan opens the door having smelled her upset when he woke up and quickly came to find her. He gives Changbin a questioning look as he watches him soothe their omega.
âShe called her brother.â Changbin mouths to him, slightly pointing to his discarded phone while trying not to disturb the girl in his arms.
The pack alpha nods and watches for a moment before leaving the two alone.
ââșââ ⟠ââșââ
âWeâre taking you shopping at the mall in the next town over today.â Jeongin hugs Y/n from behind as she leans against the counter watching Minho cook.Â
âEveryone?â She leans back against him.
âNo, just Hyunjin and I.â He places his chin on her shoulder. âHyun still feels bad and said he wanted to be the one who takes you.â
âAnd you are gonna be under the same rules we have for Felix and Jisung.â Chan walks in. âRule number one being, you donât leave the property without an alpha or beta and you donât leave the town without an alpha. You can be in town with just Hyunjin or Seungmin but leaving town you need one of the four of us alphas.â She nods in understanding. âLix and Ji canât drive so we donât usually have to worry too much about it but we ask you to please follow this rule.â
Minho steps up to her with a spoon. âTry this.â She eats from the spoon and her eyes light up. âGood? Not too spicy?â
âI like it.â
Minho smiles, turning back to the stove. âRule number two, if youâre leaving the house, even to walk around the grounds a bit, let one of us know.â
Changbin, whoâs been making a protein shake, turns to the room âRule number three, we donât keep anything from each other. If somethings bothering you, talk to us, no matter what.â
âRule number four.â Jeongin steps away from the omega to grab Chanâs wallet as Hyunjin walks into the room. âIf you want to have someone visit, like your brother, let all of us know first to make sure it's good timing for all of us.âÂ
âGot it.â She nods, taking mental note of everything.Â
âReady princess?â Hyunjin grabs the car keys from the hook and Jeongin grabs her hand now having Chanâs credit card in his pocket.Â
âYeah.â She nods letting the younger alpha lead her to the front door.
âGet whatever you want or need, baby girl.â Chan follows along to walk them out. âGet any clothes, makeup or skin care you want and need. If thereâs anything you want to decorate your room with, then get it. Donât worry about pricings or how much youâve already gotten, okay?â
âYes alpha.âÂ
âGood girl.â He kisses her cheek and stands on the porch as he watches them get in the car and drive off.
The drive was quiet for the most part besides the music playing and the occasional questions. Y/n still felt a bit iffy around Hyunjin. Heâs been better around her, but itâs awkward still.
She follows closely behind them walking through the mall as she looks around at the different stores they go by and Jeongin quickly grabs her hand when she starts to lag behind a bit.Â
âWhere do you want to go first?â
âAny clothing store is fine.â She mumbles and Hyunjin grabs her other hand leading the two towards a shop and her eyes widen at the amount of clothes.
âHave at it princess, pick out anything you want.â Hyunjin smiles down at her.Â
âI donât even know where to start?â She looks around at the different wracks of clothes.
âWeâll help you.â Jeongin squeezes her hand before taking her to the first rack.Â
They all pick out different clothes and she tries them on, some of which she was surprised how much she liked on her as sheâs used to having just worn leggings and t-shirts for the last few years. But the sundresses, shorts, skirts, and blouses the boys picked out she loved. She almost felt more like herself for the first time in her life.Â
Several stores and trips back and forth from the car later they were almost done. They had even picked up her new phone Chan had called ahead to have ready for pick up.
âChannie hyung said the phone is already all set up for you.â Jeongin explains as he and Hyunjin are holding a few bags of skin care.âWeâll just have to charge it when we get home.â
âAny other stores?â Hyunjin asks, moving over to the mall's map directory. âDo you want to get some makeup?â
âNo, I donât like to wear makeup much.â She looks around. âIs there like a homegoods store or something so I can get stuff for my room?â
âYeah, itâs on the other side of the mall.â Jeongin points on the map to show them. âHow about you guys head over there and Iâll go take these bags to the car and bring it around in front of that store so itâd be easier to load it up.â
âSounds good.â Hyunjin hands him the few bags he has before taking the omegaâs hand leading her to the store. âWhat were you thinking for your room?â
âJust wanting to pick out some decor, and curtains, maybe a rug.â She starts to walk through the store. âCould you help me paint an accent wall?â
âOf course, we can stop by the hardware store in the town and grab paint.â He follows her to the curtains first. âWhat color were you thinking?â
âPurpleâŠ? PinkâŠ? Iâm not sure yet.â She looks through the curtains specifically stopping at the blackout curtains. âI wouldnât mind having an artist's eye though on deciding what would go the best.â
âI can definitely help with that.â He starts to browse the curtains. âIs there a certain color of curtains and a rug youâre wanting?â
âI was thinking grey for the curtains.â She pulls a set of light grey curtains before handing them to him. âAnd Iâm wanting a big fluffy white rug.âÂ
âWeâre gonna need a cart for that then. Iâll go get one and Iâll meet you at the rugs?â
âYeah.â She nods and watches him walk away before heading towards the rugs and start browsing.Â
She finds a few fluffy rugs as she feels them to decide which one she wants as she waits for Hyunjin and Jeongin to come back.Â
âHey there little omega.â A deep voice is heard as a tall alpha comes up behind her. âWhereâs your alpha at little one?â He places a hand on her hip causing her to tense up.
âHe-heâll be back soon.â Y/n stutters unsure whatâs about to happen.Â
He turns her around, still keeping her in place as he inspects her neck. âNo bites? Meaning youâre unclaimed.â
âI-I donât want any trouble.â She swallows hard, hoping for Jeongin or Hyunjin to be back soon, as she has flashbacks to how her grandfather blocked her path, not allowing her to leave. âP-please walk away.âÂ
âWhy would I do that?â He growls, grip tightening on her waist. âYou donât belong to anyone, yet. We can change that right here and now though.â
âI donât think so.â Jeonginâs growl is heard before he punches the alpha in the jaw. âStay away from my omega.â
âYour omega?â The man taunts with a chuckle clenching the side of his face. âIf sheâs yours then why is she unmarked?â
âInnie.â Y/n gasps, her alpha looks ready to kill but she doesnât get to move as Hyunjin comes up wrapping his arms around her.
âDonât intervene.â He whispers as he holds her closely to him. âYouâll only get hurt.â
âButâŠâ He turns her away from the scene as security comes to break up the commotion.Â
Hyunjin continues to hold her as Jeongin gets questioned by security explaining how the strange alpha was threatening to claim his omega. Luckily with the security footage showing how uncomfortable Y/n is with the man,9 Jeongin is let go and asked not to come back to that mall again.
âIâm sorry.â Y/n softly cries into Hyunjins chest.
âNo baby, Iâm sorry.â The beta squeezes her. âI shouldnât have left you alone, I wasnât thinking. Felix and Jisung, even though they act like it, arenât actual omegas so it's okay for them to be left alone for a few minutes in a store when we go to grab something. I should have stayed or at least had brought you with me, especially since youâre still unmarked. Iâm sorry.â
The omega whimpers into his chest as Jeongin joins them, still angry, saying they should head back home and leads them to the parked car. Hyunjin helps Y/n into the back before taking the keys from the young alpha to drive.Â
After a bit of no one talking Y/n looks up at them in the front seats and sighs. âWhen⊠when will you guys?â
âWhen will we, what?â Jeongin grunts, still a bit agitated from the situation and not happy with his beta for leaving her unattended.Â
She shrinks back in her seat. âNever mind.â She whimpers and looks out the window watching the terrain go by the closer they get home.
When they pull up, Chan, Minho and Changbin are waiting outside to help bring in all of the bags. When the three of them step out of the car though, the alphas smell the soured scents causing their brains to overthink.Â
âWhat happened?â Chan looks at all of them, Minho quickly goes to Y/n to check her over for injuries.Â
âHyunjin left Y/n alone in a store.â Jeongin glares at the beta. âAnd an alpha threatened to take her, probably would have if I hadnât come back when I did.â
âIs that true?â Chan looks at Hyunjin, getting angrier when he nods. âWhat were you thinking?â
âIâm sorry.â The beta whines. âI wasnât thinking okay, I forgot that she isnât able to be left alone for a few minutes like Ji and Lix can.â
âDid you fight the alpha, Innie?â Changbin is looking at Jeonginâs face who nods and the omega now realizes that the stranger must have hit Jeongin back when Hyunjin turned her away.
âAre you okay kitten?â Minho moves her hair behind her ear and cups her cheek.
âYeah?â She whispers not looking up at the alpha.
âBaby, whatâs wrong?â He forces her to look at him and now sees the tears threatening to spill.Â
âItâs nothing.â She brushes his hand away.Â
Minho sighs and looks at his pack alpha who notices as well before telling Changbin to deal with Hyunjin as he moves to Y/n.
âBaby girl.â He places his hands on both of her cheeks looking down at her. âWhat did Changbin say rule number three was?â
A tear falls down her cheek. âWe donât keep stuff from each other. If somethings bothering me, talk to you guys.â
âThatâs right.â He wipes away her tears. âSo please talk to me, whatâs wrong? Is it what happened? Did it scare you?â
âIt did. It reminded me of how my grandfather blocked my path.â She mumbles. âBut itâs not entirely that.â
âWhat is it then?âÂ
âThe alpha said I was unmarked, that I donât belong to anyone because of it and threatened to change that.â She mumbles which starts to make Jeongin mad again as Changbin soothes him. âAnd it makes me wonder when⊠when will you guys make me yours?â
âYouâre already ours, pretty girl.â Changbin reassures her as he holds the youngest alpha.
âOthers just think that omegas need to be marked like property or otherwise they're a free for all.â Minho had stayed close by still looking her over to make sure sheâs okay.Â
âBaby, just because we havenât bitten you yet doesnât mean youâre not ours.â Chan coos.Â
Y/n bites her lip still holding back tears. âIt just feels like Iâm not being fully accepted.â
âOh baby girl.â Chan pulls her into his chest and lets out soothing pheromones. âPlease donât feel that way. I promise we will soon, itâs just something thatâs a bit more intimate than you might realize.â
âAnd you said I have to take you on a date first before I can do that.â Minho gives a cheeky smirk making her pout and playfully pushes him trying to hold back a smile.
Her smile doesnât last long though as sheâs reminded as to what Hyuk had told her on the phone this morning and starts to wonder if he is right.Â
Chan and Minho look at each other as their omegaâs scent goes from sweetening to sour again during the whole interaction. They can see her brain working overtime and know that theyâre gonna need to get to work on claiming her as it seems their words arenât fully convincing her anymore.
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Pas de Deux Chapter 4
Din Djarin x f!reader | 2.6k | fic masterlist | main masterlist | ao3
chapter summary: It's time for your first practice with Kuiil and Din, and you're nervous.
a/n: I feel weird putting this up today but this is the schedule I set and I'm a little afraid that if I put it off I'll just never post anything again. I'm gutted and angry but I do love this fic, so. here's the next chapter. See my notes at the end and on the masterlist about reader in this fic and ballet in general. Thank you @katareyoudrilling for being the best beta, as always!!
chapter tags/warnings: gen, ballet terms (see end notes and the masterlist for definitions and videos), a bit of angst, a bit of fluff
Chapter 4
You didnât try to talk to Din again for a few days -- you were suddenly nervous. Adrian said he kept watching you during morning classes, but you hadnât caught him in the act yet. For your part, you couldnât stop yourself from watching him, so you figured he must not have been looking that much, because you would have seen him. Right?
You tried to put your stilted conversation with him in the hallway out of your mind. You didnât want to let it get in your head before practices even started.Â
On Monday the following week, you were walking down the hall from class to rehearsal when Kuiil fell into step with you. You briefly glanced around, wondering where heâd come from, and smiled when he greeted you.
âI am looking forward to working together.â The echo of your words to Din made you smile, ruefully. As always, Kuiil was direct but his tone was warm. âI am glad Greef agreed with me about casting. I know you will do well.â
You blinked. You thought it had been Kargaâs idea. âOh, well, thank you! I didnât realize⊠he didnât tell me it was your choice.â
Kuill nodded serenely. âYes. You were my first thought to dance it with Din, when I began to picture it in my mind. You will each bring something important to the piece, something the other could learn from. Something you can share.â
You nodded, even though you werenât exactly sure what he meant. You were used to that, when talking to Kuiil. âIâm very excited to be in it, and grateful that you thought of me. Iâm honored, really.âÂ
He smiled at you as you stopped by the door of your rehearsal for Jeeâs piece in the January mixed program. âWe will start rehearsal this week, I will update the schedule on the board this afternoon. Before our first meeting, I only ask that you reflect on the idea of existing in the moment, and what that means for you personally and artistically.â
You blinked. This wasnât your first unexpected request from Kuiil, but it was somehow always a surprise â you could never predict him, and once he was done talking, he was done. There was no use asking for more of an explanation. âI will,â you promised. He nodded and turned to continue down the hallway.
Existing in the moment. Well, you werenât sure where to start, but you were going to have to try and figure it out before your first rehearsal.
âŠ
On Thursday afternoon, you made your way to the small studio usually reserved for pieces with only two or three dancers. Kuill had scheduled short weekly practices to start focusing on the choreography while everyone was still busy with the upcoming programs for January and February. Adrian had escorted you until you passed his own rehearsal a couple of doors back, and you were glad he had â youâd needed the pep talk.
You can do this.Â
The door was open when you arrived and you stopped just short to take a few deep breaths. As you did, you realized Din was already inside and you could just hear his low conversation with Kuiil
â⊠never done something like this before. Iââ
Kuiil interrupted him. âDin. You must try to set your worries aside. I know what you have done and what you have not. And I know that you can do this. You must learn to trust in yourself, not in who they said you were. Instead, in who you are.â
There was a pause, and you tried to will yourself to move, but failed. You wanted to hear his response.
âIââ he sighed. âIâll try. But you knowâŠâ
âI know,â Kuiil agreed. You had no idea what they were talking about. You shook yourself into motion â you didnât want to eavesdrop too much.
You tried to make some noise as you took the last few steps to the open doorway and into the studio. They both turned to look at you as their conversation suddenly stopped.
âHello, my dear,â Kuiil said, waving you forward. You said hello and moved to meet them by the sound system, dropping your bag nearby. âWelcome.â
You nodded. âThank you again, Kuiilââ
He waved his hand and you stopped, smiling. You knew what he was going to say.Â
âNo, no, none of that. You are the best choice. And you, too, Din.â Kuiil turned to look at your new partner and you noticed that whatever they might have been discussing, Din had put on his expressionless mask yet again. He nodded.
âNow, we will talk before we dance.â Kuiil looked first at you, and then at Din. âTell me, what does it mean to you, to exist in the moment?â
You felt relieved for a moment that you werenât the only one given homework, and then nervous at the thought of sharing what youâd thought about. With one glance at Din you knew he wouldnât be speaking first. Guess itâs on me, you thought, wryly, and squared your shoulders.Â
âWell,â you said, tone tentative. âI thought about it, as you asked. I thought of the obvious â not thinking of the future or the past, but only the present. But then in class and in rehearsal I wasnât sure how that applied because, well, dance is always in the moment, in some ways. Itâs an action, itâs happening right now, even though it can reference and build on both the past and future.â
You paused and glanced up at Kuiil. He was nodding. Ok, good. You didnât look at Din. âAnd so I thought about it yesterday, in my rehearsal alone for Midsummer and then with everyone for Jeeâs piece. AndâŠâ you hesitated, and finally risked a glance at Din. You were almost startled to find him staring at you intently, eyes dark and unreadable. You blinked. âAnd I thought about the difference between being on stage alone and with other people. We dance the choreography, of course, but we also react. To each other and to the music.â You paused.
Kuiil tilted his head. âGo on.â
You took a breath. âWell, being in the moment in dance is more than just following steps you were taught. You have to be aware of your fellow dancers, and you have to move with them but also in response to them, and to yourself. And depending on the ballet, your ability to react or modulate or adjust or improvise could make or break it. But aside from all that, it also puts you in conversation with each other and the music. Thereâs a difference between dancers moving on stage in unison and dancers moving and working together, even if theyâre doing different things. Does thatâŠâ you hesitated again, glancing between them. âDoes that makes sense?â
Suddenly, Kuiil smiled, and you felt your shoulders relax. âYes, my dear. An excellent observation. Din?â
You both turned to look at him. For a moment, he said nothing, and you wondered if he really hated talking this much. Then he looked down and murmured, âI agree.â He glanced at you and you shivered. To Kuiil, he said, âThe best performances happen when the dancers inhabit the music. Together. When they speak to each other in movement.â
Kuiil nodded. âA sentiment I think your former company might disagree with.â
Din sighed and for a moment you thought you caught the hint of a smile around his mouth. But you blinked and it was gone.Â
âTrue,â he nodded. âAnd it wouldnât be our first disagreement.â
Kuiil nodded like he understood, and you resisted the sudden, overwhelming urge to ask what other disagreements heâd had with Concordia.
âWell done,â Kuiil said, looking at both of you. âI want you to continue thinking about this question as we work together. This will not be like a classical pas de deux,â he looked at Din, who nodded, âbut instead something new. Some parts may be familiar. This piece will have three movements, each staged separately, and it will be difficult. Technically, yes, but also because of what I will ask of you.â He paused, and you felt your heart start to race, not with nerves, but with excitement. âThe choreography will ask you to react to one another, at first as strangers, but later in harmony. It will be dynamic. First you will meet,â he gestured with his hands and moved them past one another. âThen you will circle each other,â he moved his hands around each other, sometimes coming closer, sometimes moving farther away. âAnd finally, you will come together and create something new.â He pressed his hands together and nodded. âOverall, it is about the connection you form and nurture between you, in these short moments together.â
No one spoke for a moment as you took that in. âThat sounds beautiful, Kuiil.â Your mind was spinning as you thought of the possibilities for each part of the piece, and what it might look like on stage.Â
âThank you, my dear. I believe it is the two of you who will make it so. Now, for todayâs practice, we will listen to the first movement, and then I will send you home to listen to the rest. Focus on what you hear and we will talk about it after.â He turned to the sound system and your gaze drifted once more to find Din, to your right.
You found him already looking at you. Your eyes caught, and as the music started, you swore he might have started to smile.
âŠ
You felt better after your first not-quite-practice with Kuiil. You hadnât danced at all but you felt more sure of yourself and the piece.Â
The only thing you werenât sure of was Din.
After rehearsal he had once again left quickly, and Kuiil had nodded at you as you followed Din out the door. He had already been halfway down the hallway when you stepped out.
A few hours later, you finished with PT and went looking for Adrian â he had promised you dinner (and a debrief) and you werenât going to let him get out of it. You found him talking to Owen and pulled him away.Â
âSorry! He promised to feed me and Iâm starving.â
Owen laughed, waving you away. You tucked your arm through Adrianâs and dragged him towards the street.Â
âSo,â he said, elbowing you. You elbowed him back. âHow was it?â
You opened your mouth to respond, but werenât sure where to start.
âOh come on,â he said, when it took you too long to respond. You looked at him, confused. âI bet you havenât even learned any choreo yet and youâre already in love with it.â
You rolled your eyes. âWe talked about the piece and his vision for it.â
âOooh, his vision,â Adrian teased you, and you laughed. âYouâre so lucky getting to do this with, like, your favorite choreographer. Itâs going to be so amazing, too, because I swear the two of you are on the same artistic wavelength. But what about your partner?â
You shrugged and you both stepped out onto the street and you smiled. âIâll tell you all about it over dinner. Come on, you have to feed me.â
He laughed and tugged you down the street.
âŠ
The following week you had a shortened rehearsal with Kuiil, due to the start of the January mixed program in the next few days. But it only took a few minutes for your tentative hope and confidence about the whole thing to start to slip.
You turned, holding your position in attitude, and began to draw inwards, collapsing your body as Kuiil had asked. Before you could begin the extension of the next movement, though, the music stopped.Â
âHold on,â Kuiil called. âTake a moment, both of you. Breathe.âÂ
You stood up straight and closed your eyes. You took a deep breath, trying not to hear his words as sharp criticism.Â
It wasnât going well.
The first movement of the piece was all about meeting someone new â someone with a different style, someone who moved in a different way. Unlike a classical pas de deux, it started with the variations, with solo moments on stage for each of you that played to each of your strengths. Then Kuiil had you meet each other for the first time. It emphasized your differences in ways that showcased your talents, but at the same time those strengths drew you apart. You were supposed to move past each other, to miss each other, but then somehow to catch each otherâs attention anyway. By the end of the first, you were just starting to be pulled into each otherâs orbit, intrigued but wary, unsure of the nature of the tiny connection you formed.
But you both seemed to be having trouble with the idea of being in the moment separately, yet still somehow together.
You knew you would start alone, dancing in turns, and wouldnât even share the stage until a few minutes in. But rather than start with that solo choreography, Kuiil had started this first rehearsal with the choreography for the first few moments you were on stage together. You started up stage left with a turn into a full extension that became an arabesque en pointe. From there you âfellâ to the floor and rolled before standing and turning into a leap. Then a series of jumps and turns took you across the stage towards Din.Â
Din, on the other hand, started in the wings from stage right and burst into action. While you were moving slowly through your extension and arabesque, he came flying onto the stage in a double saut de basque en dedan. From there he twisted and turned until he was supposed to cross paths with you.
Youâd only learned a few counts of 8, and yet somehow you could both tell it wasnât working. Whatever youâd managed so far, it wasnât what Kuiil had envisioned. It felt disjointed. And the more frustrated you felt, the more you knew it would show in your body. You could feel it, and you could definitely see Dinâs frustration almost radiating off of him in waves.
After a moment, Kuiil called you over to where he was standing. âEven though we start this piece with the two of you emphasizing different styles, you are still talking to one another. From the first moment, when you meet, you are interacting, you are curious. You are not dancing separately, no matter how tentative, no matter how new or foreign or hesitant the connection might be. You affect each other from the moment you meet. Your bodies cannot lie on stage.âÂ
He sighed, and you felt your shoulders tense.
âI want you both to practice until next week, and to think about how to form that connection.â He looked at Din, whose spine was so taut you wondered if it hurt. âBut let us stop for now. I know you have your solo variations this weekend, Din, and you, my dear, have Jeeâs piece. Go and focus on those things, and next week we will try again.â
You bit your lip and nodded. You opened your mouth to apologize, but he waved you both towards the door. âNo, no, it is only the beginning. Do not worry, we will find it.â
You nodded. You needed to get out of this room, to get your mind ready for the next rehearsal. For the performance awaiting you over the weekend. As you stepped into the hall you heard Din begin to speak to Kuiil, but you walked quickly away. Eavesdropping definitely wasnât going to help you clear your mind, this time.
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a/n: uh oh đ now what? some ballet terms:
Kuiil mentions that this pas won't be like a classical pas de deux -- as I mentioned last time, classical pas de deux have certain recognizable parts. This one is a bit more inventive.
attitude (derriere) - a position with one leg extended with the knee bent at a 90 degree angle, usually turned out. in this case reader is doing it to the back (derriĂšre) and en pointe (on her toe shoes). here's a video!
extension - reader mentions the 'extension of the next movement' -- she's starting in attitude derriĂšre, collapsing inwards, and then extending her leg back out into arabesque (next bullet), all en pointe.
arabesque en pointe - similar to an attitude but with the leg straight rather than bent. here's a very short video of basically the position reader is about to do.
leap - a leap is a broader term that can be used for a variety of jumps in ballet, but in this case reader is supposed to turn into a saut de chat -- a leap where the front leg does a developpe. (the video shows this well)
double saut de basque en dedans (~0:28) - Din enters the stage doing one of these. The video has a few different impressive jumps but this one is one of my favs, tbh. He's turning in the air twice with one foot touching the knee of the other leg, which is straight. 'En dedans' refers to the direction of the turn (towards the supporting leg, the one that stays straight). Here's Baryshnikov doing one.
counts of 8 - reader refers to learning a few counts of 8. In dance we count in 8s (what anyone musically inclined would think of as two 4/4 bars) and you often learn new choreography in 8s, or 8 beats. it's just the unit of measure everyone uses (which would obviously change if the time signature of the music was different). I've heard a lot of explanations for it (can tie more movements together, more room for choreography, easier to break down the moments between the beats) but honestly I don't know the historical reason. lol
music - Kuiil has chosen a piece with three movements. I actually have one in mind but I'm torn on sharing it because it's not like, 100% right, but mostly. I've choreographed a lot of this thing in my head. đ
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Let Me Read To You ~ Chapter 4 (Agatha x Rio Bookstore AU)
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
Summary:
It's been about four months since Rio and Agatha started their relationship and both of them want to move in with one another. However, neither of them know how to bring up the topic
Notes:
Hey everyone! I got a fluff chapter for y'all cause lowkey too many of these chapters have had smut in them so here's some good ol' wholesome fluff lol
âDo you want another round my love?â Rio asked, getting up and taking the two empty beer bottles in front of them. They had been together for four months now and they decided to go out with the lesbian book club to a gay bar. âYes please, thank you babyâ Agatha said, reaching up to kiss her girlfriend on the cheek. âWow,my love? You two are getting seriousâ Jen said as Rio was walking away. âWhat can I say, can't help the lesbian urgesâ Agath said, giggling. âSo when are you two gonna actually lesbian it and get a U-Haul?â Alice asked, taking a sip of her drink. âHopefully soon, it doesn't make sense anymore now that Rio is practically at my house almost everyday, I even quit my job to help her out with the bookstoreâ Agatha said with a huff. âNo wonder I never see you home anymore before three, hopefully she's not working you too hardâ Jen said while picking up her own drink. âActually it's the opposite, I feel Rio doesn't let me do enough but I get it. It's her store after allâ Agatha said, playing with her hair. â Here you go baby,â Rio said, setting down a beer in front of Agatha. âThank you sweetheartâ Agatha said in return, caressing Rio's hand. âSo do you guys think Lilia is actually gonna come or?â Alice said, looking around for their friend. âShe said she was bringing the teen so you know how long it takes for him to get readyâ Jen said with a huff. âTeen?â Agatha questioned, taking a sip of her beer. âLiliaâs nephew, William. He likes hanging out with us plus I think of him almost like a gay adopted son to our lesbian covenâ Rio told her with a giggle. âWeâre here! Sorry someone here took foreverâ Lilia said, taking a seat at the table where all the ladies were. âFinally, Iâm assuming the teen was taking his sweet time,â Jen said, looking next to Lilia to see him taking a seat as well. âNo, Eddie kept texting me and distracting meâ he said, checking his phone to see if his boyfriend was still sending him texts. âOh also, this is Agatha, sheâs not that new to the group but youâve been too busy with school to visit your lesbians momsâ Alice pointed out, laughing as Jen nudged her to behave. âOh hi! Iâm William!â the teen exclaimed, putting out his hand to shake. âOh god you really are gayâ Agatha said as she shook his hand. The entire group laughed as William was shocked by Agathaâs joke.Â
It was after a good while that the group called it and all went their own ways. Rio and Agatha carpooled with Alice and Jen so that way they didnât have to take so many cars. âSo, it seems like you and William got along,â Jen said, looking back at Agatha. âHeâs a good kid, good to see he has a lot of female role models in his lifeâ Agatha replied, still a little tipsy from all the beers she drank. Rio couldnât help but laugh at Agathaâs state as she rolled down the window to smoke a cigarette. Agatha rolled down her own window and nudged Rio to let her smoke a bit. âSo any other plans for you two for the rest of the weekend?â Alice asked, changing the song on the radio. âWalk Nicholas in the park, I was thinking of letting him stay in the store for a bit. I know how much he loves running around and looking through the bookshelvesâ Rio said, looking over at Agatha, looking for her approval. âMmm that sounds good, just make sure to keep an eye on him, heâs been into trying to climb things latelyâ Agatha said with a groan. âOh god heâs a climber?â Jen exclaimed. âYup, he tried to get on top of the tv the other dayâ Agatha said, pinching the bridge of her nose thinking about it. âMy dad always said boys are either climbers, runners or diggers,â Rio said, looking over to Agatha and rubbing her back. âI guess itâs not that bad then, at least he isnât a runnerâ Agatha told her giggling. As Jen parked the car they all bid their goodbyes, leaving Agatha and Rio to go back to their house. Well technically just Agathaâs house, for now. As Rio opened the door she greeted the babysitter and paid her since Agatha was still a bit too tipsy to argue with her. Rio helped Nicholas to bed, leaving Agatha to lie down on the couch for a minute. As Rio returned she sat next to Agatha, laying her head on her shoulder and playing with her fingers. âRio?â Agatha asked, turning her head to look at her. âYes my love?â Rio replied, looking up to meet her eyes. âMove in with usâ Agatha said, staring into her eyes. âSure,â Rio told her with a giggle. âIâm serious, you basically live here. Letâs just uhaul alreadyâ Agatha said to her with a pout. âI know you are, Iâm just giggling because Jen and Alice have been pushing me to ask youâ Rio told her, kissing away her pout. âThey were pushing me to ask you too today,â Agatha said, kissing Rioâs head. âYou sure you donât want to run it by Nicky first though?â Rio asked, brushing away Agathaâs hair from her face. âNah, he likes you too much, if anything heâs sad everytime you leave. Oh wait! Actually, thereâs something I wanted to show youâ Agatha said, getting up and going to the kitchen.
When Agatha came back, she had a piece of paper and showed it to Rio. At first she was confused by it but then looked at it to see it was a drawing. It was a drawing of her, Agatha and Nicholas all together holding hands. However, when Rio saw what was written above them, tears came instantly to her eyes. Above the two of them he wrote âmommiesâ, which just made Rio emotional. She was never really one to think about having a family but with Agatha it all came so easily. âAw baby, this is adorableâ Rio told Agatha, giving Agatha a bear hug. âThereâs no way Nicholas wouldnât want you living here with usâ Agatha told her, cradling her head.Â
It took a full day but they were able to move all of Rioâs belongings over to Agathaâs. She even gave Rio her office since there was no point of having it anymore now that she was working at the bookstore. Rio made it her writing and indoor plants space, she always loved having a witchy vibe when it came to her spaces. âGod youâre such a good decorator my loveâ Agatha said, breath taken from how beautiful the office had become. âWhat can I say, itâs a passion of mineâ Rio said giggling, kissing Agatha on the cheek. âMommy why boxes?â Nicholas asked, running into the room. âWell baby, Rio is going to be living with us from now on. She wonât have to leave as oftenâ Agatha told him while picking him up. âMama staying with us? YAY!!!â He screamed a bit too close to Agathaâs ear as she moved him slightly away from her body. Rio came closer and grabbed the boy from her. âMhmm, I get to stay here with you and your mommy, are you ok with that Nicky?â She questioned, making sure the boy was stable in her arms. Nicholas didnât say anything but nodded his head and put his arms around Rioâs neck, hugging her closely. Agatha couldnât help herself and snuck a picture since she knew how much Rio hated taking pictures. âHey Nicky, how do you feel about getting ready for bedâ Agatha said, caressing her sonâs back. âCan I sleep with you and mama tonight?â he asked, looking up at Agatha. âSure buddy, whatever you wantâ Rio told him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. âThank you,â Agatha whispered. As Agatha got Nicholas tucked in she went into the bathroom where Rio was getting ready for bed herself. âThank you for everything Rio, I love youâ Agatha told her, coming from behind and hugging her. âOf course baby, I love you tooâ Rio told her after spitting out her toothpaste into the sink. âNow comâon, Iâm tired from packing and unpacking all dayâ Rio said while turning and giving Agatha a quick kiss. The both of them got in bed, hugging Nicholas who was already asleep between the two of them. They drifted off to sleep with the thoughts of them finally becoming a family. Rio hadnât written in a while but now she dreamt of ideas for her next book of fiction. A witch who falls in love with death despite all odds. A world in which A covenless witch and lady death herself form a coven but most important of all, a family.Â
#agatha x rio#agatha all along#agatha harkness#lesbian#rio vidal#sapphic#agathario#fanfic#jen x alice#lilia calderu#william kaplan#ao3 fanfic
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No one reminded me!
So... I have a LOT of complaints but the biggest one is I feel extremely mislead in various ways.
You can see the title and the genres. Kidnapped by my Mate. Werewolves. I read the first few chapters for free and while they weren't written well and had issues that made me go "huh" (that I may talk about later), the content of those chapters clearly fit what I'd been promised. A werewolf kidnapped his mate and there was a bit of fun back and forth as the human struggled with her own feelings towards him and the logic of "oh this is maybe not good." Again, not well written, but I liked the dynamic so I was enjoying it.
Halfway through the book, maybe even a bit less, the kidnapping aspect is resolved. Our female lead is happy to be there and eager to uh. Finalize their mating. Clothes come off. Our sexy werewolf is about to go down on her and...
Boom. The plot changes in an instant.
He's called away, ending the sex scene before it can become a sex scene and from that point forward it's a different book.
If it had ended there, with a sex scene, I would've been happy. I had a lot of overall issues with the book (again, I may address them later), but the idea was so extremely up my alley that I put up with all the things I didn't like about it. If it ended there, I would've felt like the promised theme of the book was fulfilled, all expectations met, and the rather simple plot resolved well.
But no. It didn't end there. We didn't get our sex scene and instead the book turned into something completely different.
It wasn't about a woman being kidnapped by her werewolf mate but about vampires trying to take over the werewolf pack. The romance ends there. Our romantic leads don't even see each other properly for the rest of the book. Which, I shall remind you, is half of the fucking book.
So yeah. I feel lied to, especially given that this was touted as an erotic werewolf romance. Like, I'm fine if books don't have sex. It may surprise people, but sex isn't actually what I find the most appealing in fiction.BUT if a book is promoted as being an erotica, with sexy half naked men used in the promotional material (I was advertised this a LOT on instagram), them it better fucking fulfill the promises made by that material and genre.
Add to that, there wasn't a proper ending to the book in my opinion. It's apparently the first of three in the series and the story is continued in the sequels... which is fine in theory but the book still needs to have some substance on its own and be structured well enough to justify it being a series instead of a single book.
There is no structure. The book just ends arbitrarily and the second one picks up where it left off. It looks as if someone went "oh that's enough chapters for that, let's start the next one."
Which brings me to the crux of the issue.
This reads like an unstructured fanfic that's updated somewhat regularly.
Please don't take that as a slight against that format. There's nothing wrong with people writing as the whims take them. That's what I do. But that's also why I'm not asking for money for my writing behind a $60 pay wall.
I'm coming in late to this series, but it looks like it was posted chapter by chapter to Wattpad at first and then was picked up by this app, Galatea, who put the rest behind a paywall. It looks like even once it was picked up by the app, it was still being updated chapter by chapter. Which would explain it being labeled "erotica' with no sex scenes, because the writer may have intended to include them at first and just never got around to it before ending the book arbitrarily and starting the sequel.
It also is likely why the plot suddenly changes halfway through with no real structure to it. That happens a lot when someone is updating things chapter by chapter. They go wherever their muse takes them and that's fine but again, money is being asked for this. This isn't posted for free on Wattpad or AO3.
This app only allows you to read one chapter per book per six hours for free (though some books are locked behind a paywall). For more access, you either pay $60 for a year subscription (no month by month that I can find) or you pay to unlock those specific chapters, of which the price can vary quite a lot but I think this book was $17 for the whole thing.
If this was some random person on Wattpad or Ao3, I wouldn't be posting here about it. I'm never going to criticize writers like myself who are just trying to write what they enjoy and sharing it for free. You can always be assured that any works I criticize harshly on this blog, they're paid content in some form or fashion, which in my opinion raises it to another level.
But this app wants money. A LOT of money. For what amounts to fanfiction level quality.
I would've been perfectly happy reading this for free. I probably would've left a kudos and complimented the author if I'd found it on AO3. Because even the strange turn of events was interesting. But it wasn't what I was promised by the genre, title, description, and first free chapters.
If I had paid money to read "Kidnapped by my Mate," expecting a hot dubcon werewolf romance and gotten a weird vampire war halfway through, I would've been furious.
I didn't pay money but I did dedicate two weeks to unlocking a chapter every six hours. And even that was more effort than it ended up being worth.
Especially since it's separated into three books. I've started the second one, since the first few chapters were free, and it's not looking any more promising. I won't be continuing the series. I probably will uninstall the app because it's just a frustrating money grab.
I may go into detail about some of the smaller things that bugged me about this book at a later date. I already mentioned a few things on my blog, like 500 werewolves living in a single "house" and the main werewolf dude growing a foot in height when he got turned into a vampire hybrid, making him over seven and a half feet tall. There were a few other things that made me raise an eyebrow at it.
One or two oddities would be forgiven easily. The first thing I noticed, an interaction on an airplane that struct me as realistic, I brushed off. It didn't matter enough for me to care so I didn't mention it to anyone. But once more and more oddities popped up, that's when it started bothering me.
No one can account for everything, so I'm never going to be overly critical about a thing here or there feeling unreasonable. Especially given that it's a fantasy romance. I won't hold it against an author to bend reality for the hotness. I can only suspend my disbelief so much when everything starts piling up...
So yeah, I may rant about the little things later but really I think this post now sums up why I'm frustrated.
Someone in the notes of this post said that it actually made them want to check it out because they love bad books, but please. As a bad book lover myself, don't waste your time. There are better bad books that cost you less time or potential money to read. This one isn't worth your time because ultimately, it isn't even a book. It's a wattpad story behind a paywall.
Someone remind me to rant about the âbookâ I read where I had to watch six hours to unlock each chapter and 500 werewolves lived together in a âhouseâ and the plot did a 180 halfway through where the entire premise changed.
I finished the book. I have thoughts. But Iâm tired so yeah. Remind me.
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The Accident - Part IX
Atsumu x fem reader
Warnings: None
Words:- ~ 1,2 k
About: The phone call with Atsumu! What could he possibly want from you?
Part I II -> Next Part
"Hello?"
"Y/n? It's me, Atsumu Miya."
You glance at Yachi with wide eyes, and she nods frantically, clearly excited by the call. She urges you to respond, gesturing for you to say something to him.
"Oh, yes. Atsumu. Is everything alright?"
"Everything's good. Don't worry. I just wanted to let you know that I've talked to my lawyer, and apparently, we both can't have the same lawyer for the divorce. I've contacted Samu's lawyer, though, and they're willing to help us out. I'll cover the cost, don't worry. They're discreet too, so we don't need to worry about the public getting involved." You try to focus on his words, but his voice flows like honey through the speaker, causing your heart to skip a beat. Yachi taps your shoulder, urging you to respond once again. You clear your throat and quickly start to answer.
"Oh. Thank you. I really don't know what to say. I've been thinking about the public, especially since I found out you're in the Olympic team. I was wondering if the situation would cause problems for you."
"No! No, yer not causing me trouble. It's not like we're under a dating ban. Most of us just try to be discreet about our dating life. Some fans are... a bit obsessed." There's a brief silence, and you debate if you should mention stumbling upon his profile and complimenting him for it. You're technically still strangers, yet it feels like you're the early stages of actually dating.
"But don't worry about that; your husband will take care of that, 'kay?" His tone turns playful, and you snort at the comment. "Okay. Let me know how I can help." You ease back into the couch, Yachi attentively watching you with a curious expression.
"Of course. You could start by telling me about your plans for next week. We need to talk to the lawyers; can you fit me into yer schedule sometime?"
"I have the next week off, so just let me know when works best for you." You smile at the thought of seeing him again, ignoring Yachi's encouraging grin.
"Sure. How about Wednesday? We can have dinner after the appointment; I can show you Onigiri Miya, if ya want? You can say no too; I just thought it would be a good idea to get to know each other. We started rather... unusually." Your cheeks heat up at the memory of how you technically metâwaking up naked and married.
"Oh! That sounds lovely, actually. I've seen some pictures of Onigiri Miya, and I'd love to try Osamu's food."
"You've seen pics? Found my Instagram, didn't ya?" His teasing tone intensifies, and you feel even more heat rushing to your cheeks.
"I just- I wasn't trying to-" You stammer, the image of a shirtless Atsumu vivid in your mind.
"Just teasin' ya. Are you getting shy on me now? We literally slept in the same bed; I'd stalk my husband's Instagram too if I woke up married like that." He teases, and you can't help but get flustered.
"I wasn't stalking!" You clarify and clear your throat uncomfortably. "Did ya make sure to follow me? I wanna stalk my wifey too." He laughs, clearly unfazed by the situation, and his lightheartedness quickly transfers to you. "I didn't. I just had a short look; I don't know if I remember your username."
"Oh? You only remember the food on my page? Guess that's the only thing I'm good for. Only known for being the brother of the famous Osamu Miya, chef, and successful restaurant owner. I'll ask Samu to post some pictures of me to gain more followers." He sighs dramatically, and you snort at his exaggerated acting. "Did you just laugh? You seemed so tense before; I'm glad yer feeling better already."
"Thank you. I really appreciate everything." You smile, and even though you can't see his face, you're sure he's smiling too. "And I'll make sure to follow you. Maybe it will help raise your popularity- I want your volleyball career to thrive, after all." He laughs at your words, and you notice Yachi looking at you with raised brows, clearly curious about what you're talking about.
"Maybe I can finance us someday with my volleyball skills. Stick along, wifey. I'll get you an even prettier ring then." You blush feverishly and cough nervously while glance at the ring on the couch table. "The rings don't look too bad actually. The diamond looks almost real."
"Oh, about that. It is real, so make sure to wear it often to show off."
It takes you a few moments to process his words, and you take a sharp breath through your nose as you look at the ring. "What do you mean it's real? Like a real diamond?" Yachi stares at the ring too, and her mouth is agape as she hesitantly reaches for it, holding it in the light. It shines beautifully, and you lean forward to inspect it closer.
"Yeah, real diamond and all that. I found a receipt in my pocket. The rings are from a real jewelry store. I got the certificates for them too. I'll give you the one for your ring when we see each other again."
"I don't know what to say- Atsumu-" You hesitate, gazing at the ring once again. The diamond is not small, not overly huge, but tastefully big enough to shine brightly. "Don't mention it. We'll talk next week? I'll message you the time. I can pick ya up, or we can meet up there; I'm fine with both."
"Okay. Thank you. See you next week, Atsumu."
"See ya, wifey."
You hang up with a smile and stare at the screen for a few moments, until Yachi starts to laugh right next to you.
"'See you next week, Atsumu'- the way you made sure to say his name, ohh, y/n, you're crushing on him."
"I don't even know him, Yachi! And we're in no position to be liking each other; it's just business!" You shake your head and furrow your brows.
Atsumu is a nice guy. Funny, charismatic, kind. And extremely good looking. You know that you realistically have no chance to score a catch like him, and yet, you find yourself married to him. You wonder if he is regretting the whole situation, even though he seems to play it cool. He's on top of his career and you're just distracting him right now in this important phase. He's probably just worried about his reputation, worried that you'd go to the media and claim that he had forced you to do something. He might just be nice to you because he's scared- scared that you could potentially ruin his career. You need to make sure to always remember that and not to let his words get to you.
You'd have to make sure you don't fall for himâ or else you'd end up with a broken heart.
#haikyuu fanfiction#haikyuu x reader#atsumu#atsumu x reader#miya atsumu#here you go! <3#I hope you enjoyed this part! <3#let's see what the next chapter will bring us!#maybe the next irl interaction of y/n and Atsumu~#this feels like slow burn#like damn#they haven't even kissed yet xD#I don't really know how long this will be#but you're in for a long ride! <3#I hope you're enjoying this little project#I'm still really into this and I'll make sure to update at least once a week#next part probably on Thursday! <3#LOVE YA! <3#Sleep well everyone! <3
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DPXDC Prompt #58 Part 3
Gotham Academy High School was the sort of school where almost everyone was elite in some way or another. Some of them were from old money like Damian who held himself up to a very high standard in his academics and was the top of the class. Others from new money like Dash and the rest of his cohorts became very hateful of somebody like Danny who was given a scholarship by Bruce Wayne, in their eyes Danny was taking advantage of Damian not even knowing that Damian approached Danny for companionship two years ago.
This also meant that everyone including the teachers would compare Danny and Damian to each other even though they werenât brothers. That didnât matter though as Danny was associated with them so that was all the reason they needed.
Danny groaned as he sunk into the seat next to Damian. The lunchroom was filled with chatting students and Danny was glad he shared the next class with Damian, which happened to be English. Dash never bothered Danny when Damian was around, probably because Damian had threatened the jock. How he was threatened Danny didnât know, Damian never told him what happened and he was a little scared to ask.Â
The guy hadnât stopped harassing Danny since he and Jazz transferred a couple years ago. The school year had barely begun and Dash had made Danny his primary target like he was making up for lost time over the summer. Danny sighed as he dropped his paper bagged lunch on the table with a little plop. Jazz had packed for him this morning hopefully before his parents arrived and contaminated the entire kitchen.
âDash again?â his sister asked across the table, she was seated next to Tim.
âI was paired against him in dodgeball again,â Danny lamented, his head resting on his arms that were crossed on the table.
âDanny, could you just talk to Mr. Lancer or something?â Jazz asked before she took a bite from her sandwich.
Danny sighed again and unpacked his lunch, âI have but no one will listen! They all act like Iâm lying or something.â The teachers at this school probably wouldnât listen to a charity case like him. Dash was a football player and had plans to become captain of the team. Everyone at the school loved Dash and it was precisely why everyone except maybe the four students at the table they were seated looked down and sometimes even bullied Danny.
Danny ignored it all eventually, it was better just to let the jock tire himself out.Â
Once Danny and Damian finished eating they made their way to English. Luckily it was easy to carry the material for a class that only required a small binder and whatever book they were reading, in this case it was âgone with the windâ. Danny didnât really care about reading old literature like this but he did what he had to maintain the grades he had. Heâd endure anything, even Dashâs bullying, to become an astronaut.
Danny could hardly concentrate today through his afternoon classes. For some reason he had a bad feeling that something was going to happen. He tried his best to ignore it, he was probably just tired or something. Soon the school day was out and Danny packed up whatever homework he had for the day and headed outside to wait with Jazz. Damian and Tim were probably wrapping up their classes. Tim had an AP class that ran an extra 30 minutes and Damianâs last class was art, they were doing a painting and it wasnât unusual for Damian to finish up what he was working on as he found out over the last few years that he enjoyed painting.
â⊠Do you think itâll work?â Jazz asked a hint of hesitation in her voice. Danny knew she was talking about the portal, the both of them had talked about it before. Danny glanced over at his sister, he could tell she was having trouble sleeping lately, her face looked tired and her posture was stiff with her arms crossed in front of her. Both of them had anxiety about the possibilities the portal possessed, and they were especially worried that their parents wouldnât take it well if the portal didnât work.Â
He was equally concerned that it would work. âI hope notâŠâ he said eventually. It was something that brought the siblings closer as the whole of their family fell apart. How their parents managed to pull off getting the funding in the first place seemed to be a miracle. Everyone called their parents crazy and dismissed all of their science as ludicrous garbage.
Danny wondered how they even managed to stay under Batman's radar, he thought that something like this would be cause for the vigilante to look into it but maybe the thought of ghosts was just that outlandish that even the dark knight himself thought it to be crazy too. Danny himself didnât believe in anything his parents published, some of the papers even seemed to be biased somehow, even though his parents hadnât ever actually encountered a ghost. That last part was probably the reason no one bothered to actually investigate his parents, there wasnât really much to investigate.
The siblings waited in silence and eventually Tim and Damian showed up after their classes and the four headed to Alfred waiting by the car.Â
If anyone tried to start a conversation with Danny he wasnât paying attention. If he was being honest, his parents' portal scared him a lot. He wasnât sure why he felt so nervous about it, both him and Jazz renounced the thought that ghosts could exist. Something deep down in his guts told him that he should turn and run, that what his parents were attempting was taboo and that his parents were tampering with forces unimaginable.Â
No one was going to listen to a fourteen year old though so Danny kept his feelings to himself and ignored them.Â
Soon they were pulled in front of their apartment and true to their word, Damian and Tim asked Alfred to park nearby. Danny and Jazz took a hesitant glance at each other as they walked into the house.Â
#dp x dc prompt#danny fenton#danny phantom#dp x dc#dc x dp#poor danny#Major Character Death and undeath in the next one#bad parents jack and maddie#Danny gets his powers and everyone else gets trauma#This is going to focus heavily on Danny and what heâs going through#Bulling mentioned#Danny loves space#Heavy angst in the next few chapters#Let me know who you'd like to see show up from DC#I'm also thinking of bringing in Sam and Tucker#I know exactly what I have in mind to bring them into the fray too#I'm excited to write some of this but also a little nervous lol#I have ideas#I have a little more of an idea of where I want this to go so I will be focusing on this one#I haven't forgotten the others though I find it easier to take breaks and let parts breath for a bit#I have a few books on writing that I've been meaning to read so I might give those a go#One of the things I'm struggling to figure out is showing and not just telling#my asks are open#all my prompts are free to use
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I just realized we didn't get Death Game this season either. i see .. Well that's okay *deflates like a balloon*
#kyuushi#I'M SAYING THIS IN A JOKING TONE BTW im literally So grateful for all that we did get during this season#I MEAN WE GOT PLENTY CHARACTER INTRODUCTIONS SO I RLY CAN'T VOICE ANY COMPLAINTS ON THAT DEPARTMENT LMAO#But like....</33333 My DEAREST LITTLE GUY.. MY DARLING BABY ANGEL !!!! (<- spoken abt a literal game console)#me w/ a completely altered reality perception: Ok if they animate the shitty game chapter+establish DrĐ°luc's collaboration w/ Autumn Books#then Naturally what should come next is DG's introduction right??? :âł (<- Misplaced Confidence)#ngl i was pretty much convinced we'd be seeing him animated this time â i feel like a real fool now HSJQJFJ That's on me tho ofc#'nyways .. weepweep sobsob I can't believe S2's over already!! those past months sure flew by! ( ; Ï ; )#I can already feel a TVDINT-shaped hole forming in my TVDINT-shaped heart all over again . just like when S1 ended đ€§#i'm holding out for a 3rd Season confirmation already tho!! Let us hope that we get some news abt it in the futuređ€đŒ#Then again i should probably catch up w/ the one that just ended first before that time comes đ§ HKJAWHSJF#i wanna marathon the hell out of it so bad . . . Hopefully i'll have some time to do it soon !#wondertext#Nostalgia aside tho; everyone involved did an absolutely Remarkable job throughout this season once againâ im still marvelling over it#I srsly cannot be thankful enough for all the arduous work they put into bringing us this new season :'3 I cherish it greatly#i kinda went off on a tangent there oops. Anyways i hope my boy DG makes it into S3 in the futureâ hashtag DEATHGAMESWEEPâŒïžâŒïž#tvdint spoilers#kyuushi spoilers
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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood
Chapter 36: To The Sea
Summary: It's time to move on. You're not sure where you're going exactly, but anywhere is better than Texas
Pairing: Poly 141 x reader
Word Count: 7,816 words
Warnings: ANGST, injuries, medical stuff, descriptions of pain and injuries, brief discussion about strangulation, mentions of PTSD and nightmares, so much crying, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, angst, a very little sprinkle of comfort, language, mentions of medications, still very heavy emotionally
A/N: Not actually a lot of warnings for this one. It's a lot of dialogue and inner monologues. Not a lot happens, just mostly setting the scene for the next chunk of the story. Bring tissues though, the last part of the chapter emotionally wrecked me but also might be the best thing I've ever written.
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Itâs warm outside.Â
Not even the shade from the building can completely shield you from the dome of heat that seems to surround the base. It seeps into the concrete and asphalt that lock it into place, trapping everyone in a bubble that may as well be an oven. Itâs always hot in Texas, though. You hate it. Youâve been spoiled by the cold, rainy seasons in England. Youâd gladly take that over Texas.Â
Youâd take anything over Texas.Â
The heat prickles at your skin, your arm starting to get sweaty in the sling. It had been Dr. Kellerâs idea to keep your shoulder as still as possible so you donât continue to cause yourself pain when you move. It still hurts, but at least you wonât instinctively try to use your left arm now.
Despite the warmth, thereâs still a chill deep in your bones. The warmth of the pain medicine has worn off and youâve been left with the perpetual ice that has seemed to coat your insides. Dr. Keller says it's the stress giving you a fever. Every nightmare, every flashback sends your body temperature spiking, your heart beating right out of your chest. Youâre not out of the woods yet. It can take a long time to recover from that level of distress and the omega taking over. You almost regret it, but there was no guarantee you would have lived either way at that time. You did what you had to do, and it did work out in the end.Â
But at what cost?Â
Dr. Kellerâs phone buzzes in her pocket and she pulls it out, staring down at the screen for a moment. âKyle wants to come by.âÂ
You donât want to see him. You donât want to see any of them.Â
âI think you should see him. Even if itâs just for a moment.â She squeezes your hand. âIâll be right here.âÂ
Itâs a predicament. Dr. Keller supports your decision to keep them away, putting some distance between all of you for the time being. Yet, she also says being close to your pack will help your healing. Having your pack around will help your omega settle once again. She needs that safety, that security before she finally lets go completely.Â
You donât want to be close to them, but you may not have any other choice.Â
You sit there in silence, picking at the fabric of your sweatpants as you wait for Kyleâs arrival. Sweat has started to bead on your back, the day only getting warmer and warmer as the sun moves higher in the sky. You want to go back inside, back into the cool air conditioned building. You want to crawl back onto the hospital bed and lay there for the next few hours.Â
You canât.Â
Footsteps approach, but you donât look up. You know who it is. You donât want to see him.Â
âKyle.â Dr. Keller greets.Â
âChristine.â He says back. It still throws you off, hearing Dr. Keller's first name. She'll always be Dr. Keller to you. Kyle turns his attention to you, still standing a few steps from the bench you're perched on. âHi, love.â He says. The affectionate nickname almost makes you wince. You don't look up at him. You donât want to see his face. âI wanted to stop by and see how youâre doing.âÂ
You don't move, don't give an answer. You don't have an answer to give anyway. You shouldn't have to give an answer.Â
He lowers himself onto the bench, sitting as far away from you as he can. âItâs hot today.â He says, adjusting his hat. Always wearing a hat. Maybe that's why he and Price work so well together.Â
He stares at you for a long moment but you don't bother moving, your gaze still on your sweatpants. They're starting to get a bit warm, even with your perpetual chill.Â
âIâm not here to apologize.â He says, breaking the silence. âYouâve probably heard enough apologies to last you a lifetime.â He shakes his head. âWords canât fix what we did. Nothing can fix what we did, how we left you there. All we can do is give you what you need, try and make you as comfortable as possible.âÂ
Tears burn your eyes as you listen to him. He's not wrong, an apology won't fix what happened. No words will ever be able to fix what they put you through. You're not sure there's anything they could do that would make up for it. An apology still would have been nice, despite the fact you know how guilty he is. Their avoidance of you, their willingness to give you such space in an unknown place just proves how guilty they all are.Â
That doesn't make things hurt any less.Â
You slowly turn away from Kyle, angling yourself towards Dr. Keller.Â
He doesn't say anything further in that regard, taking your movement as an answer to his non-apology. He leans forward instead, resting his elbows on his knees. âI just wanted to let you know that weâre getting ready to leave soon. Weâll be heading somewhere safe, somewhere quiet and secluded. I think youâll like it.âÂ
Dr. Keller had informed you of that earlier after she went to speak to them. They've decided what to do, what's best for the pack again. You might have protested, except for the fact it meant you were getting to leave Texas. Where exactly they're taking you, you're not sure. You just know it's not Texas.Â
âI want you to know that weâre here if you need us.â He stares at you for a moment longer before pushing himself up to stand.Â
If, not when.Â
Maybe they're finally getting the message.Â
Dr. Keller stands, touching your right shoulder gently before she steps away with Kyle, speaking quietly with him, but you can still hear every word in the nearly silent space around you.Â
âIn an attempt to remain a neutral, professional party in this situation, I feel it would be appropriate for me to tell you not to beat yourself up too much about this.â Dr. Keller says. âThe unprofessional side of me has many words Iâd like to say to all of you.â She clears her throat. âThat being said, on a positive note I can say youâre all doing the right thing for once, prioritizing your omega and fulfilling her needs, even if her needs require you to leave her alone for now. I know itâs hard, I know every instinct is screaming at you to help her, but just take comfort in knowing you are helping her. Youâre doing the best thing you can do for her at this time.â Dr. Keller puts a hand on his arm, squeezing it gently. âEven if it is tearing you up inside.âÂ
âThanks, Doc.â He says.Â
âIâll see you soon.â She says, patting his arm before she heads back towards your bench.Â
You turn your head just slightly, not missing the way Gaz lingers for a brief moment before he turns his back on you, walking back down the sidewalk.Â
It hurts.Â
You want to cry with every swallow. No matter how much you chew, it doesnât ease the pain of trying to swallow solid food. Even the worst sore throat youâve ever had pales in comparison to this pain. Tears burn in your eyes as you eat, unable to refuse this time in favor of choking down some liquid nutrients. Even liquids make your throat ache, but they are easy to chug to get it over with at once.Â
This feels like torture.Â
Dr. Keller looks guilty as she spoon-feeds you the soup. Chicken noodle, something simple and easy but still something with some substance. It makes you think back to when you were sick as a child, your mother dutifully feeding you homemade chicken noodle soup until you reached the age you could feed yourself.Â
You do feel like a child again, unable to even hold the spoon. Well, you could hold it, but it would have come at the expense of some burns from how badly your hand was shaking.Â
So instead you sit here, being spoon-fed soup you can barely stand eating.Â
âI know.â She says as a tear finally falls, your inhale shaky from the ache in your throat. âYou need something in your system for the sedative. Itâs a long flight and youâll be sick when you wake up if you donât have anything in your stomach. Thatâs going to hurt a lot worse than eating now.âÂ
Yeah. Youâve already figured that out.Â
âStrangulation is a tough thing to survive.â She says, dragging the bottom of the spoon against the edge of the bowl to wipe off any soup that might drip on you. âThen again, so is getting shot, and distressing to the point of your omega taking over.â She holds the spoon up to your lips, and youâre tempted to refuse. âYouâve survived a lot, more than most could. And to look this good after...âÂ
You blink up at her, teary eyed and sickly looking, exhausted and bruised. Your left eye is still almost swollen shut, and your hair is tangled perhaps beyond saving, tied up in a bun at the top of your head. All just reminders of what you survived, all reminders of what happened to you. Of what was allowed to happen to you.Â
Youâre not quite sure when the last time you had a real shower was either.Â
âI know.â She says, spooning more soup into your mouth. âYou might not feel like it, right now.âÂ
âI want a shower.â You say, your voice still hoarse and cracking through your throat. A real shower might solve a lot of problems for you right now. It wonât fix much, but being truly clean would make a lot of things feel better.Â
âI wholeheartedly agree.â Dr. Keller says.Â
You give her a look. You don't smell that bad. She should know, sheâs the one that cleaned the blood off of you and the one who gave you the sponge bath this morning.Â
She gives you a look back. âI meant it would be nice to take a real shower. Once we get where weâre going, we can work on the logistics of a shower.âÂ
Right. You canât exactly stand for a long time on your own, not to mention the problem of only being able to use one arm without bringing blinding pain upon yourself. Thatâs where the pack would come in handy.Â
The thought of one of them seeing you vulnerable like that, putting their hands on you right now makes your skin crawl.Â
A shiver runs down your spine, your body shuddering uncontrollably. You grunt as your shoulder screams in pain, another electric jolt burning straight through your nerves and down through your feet. Fuck. You mouth the word, squeezing your eyes shut. It makes your stomach churn, the soup starting to burn a path back up through your esophagus.
âBreathe for me.â Dr. Keller says, putting a gentle hand on your right shoulder.Â
In and out. You focus on your breath, the only thing you can do without feeling like youâre going to go insane from the pain. Itâs all you can do in this situation. Itâs the only thing you can do at all. Breathe. Just keep breathing.Â
Sometimes you donât want to.Â
The pain passes as it always does, leaving behind a subtle ache that will linger until the next flare of pain. Itâs a constant, never-ending cycle that you canât escape from. Weeks, Dr. Keller had said. It can take weeks to heal. Youâll be stuck in this cycle for weeks and weeks. What if it never heals? That is a possibility. Itâs always a risk with any injury.Â
What if the rest of your life is like this?Â
Youâre crying again, hot tears blazing a path down your cheeks. They wonât stop, they never stop. Thereâs a constant stream down your face, even in your sleep. Youâve woken to find your face and neck damp from the never ceasing flood of tears.Â
How you canât wait for the time to come when you have none left.
Youâd welcome the numbness at this point, greet it like an old friend and invite it in for tea. Anything over the pain and tears that wonât stop. The depression-fueled numbness that had filled you when Price and Gaz left, then Soap and Ghost would be a welcome relief at this point. Anything would be better than the pain.Â
You almost wish you were in a coma right now. Then you wouldnât feel anything at all.Â
Dr. Keller puts the spoon back into the soup bowl before rolling the table to the side. She puts a hand on your head, gently stroking your hair as you cry. The room is silent aside from your sniffles, Dr. Keller not having to say a single word. The silence is almost a blessing. Youâre tired of hearing words, of hearing people speak. Thereâs nothing anyone can say that will do anything to help you, to comfort you, to make it better.Â
Thereâs nothing anyone can do to make it better.Â
Youâre so tired of being like this.Â
The sedative is kicking in before you even reach the airfield. She can see the way your head is drooping further and further forward in the car, your body jostling without any complaint. It had started kicking in before you even got into the car, as you offered very little resistance when Kyle helped her mauver you into the front seat. She chose Kyle out of everyone to help her in hopes it would be easiest on you. Your claimed alphaâs beta is a good place to start in rebuilding the bonds within the pack, and his calm demeanor certainly helps. He is a caretaker through and through, that beta trait prominent above the others in him. He would have made a good medic, had he gone that route.Â
Your chin drops to your chest as the car comes to a stop in front of the plane, your body slumping to the side against the door.Â
âSheâs out.â Christine says, unbuckling her seatbelt.Â
âMakes this easier.â Kyle says, getting out of the car.Â
They maneuver you into the wheelchair, Christine easing your head onto your right shoulder to avoid aggravating the left. The less pain youâre in when you come out of it, the better, though pain will be unavoidable. Kyle pushes the wheelchair up the ramp of the plane, Christine following close behind. Sheâs glad she gave you the sedative before you left the med center to avoid as much pain as possible. She almost wishes she had given it to you earlier, as getting you into a sweatshirt had been a battle of its own. Though, the longer it stays in your system, the longer youâll sleep through the flight. The longer you sleep through the flight, the longer they can delay the inevitable emotional storm of being enclosed in a tight space with your pack.Â
If youâre lucky, youâll be out of it long enough for them to reach the cottage without incident.Â
John is waiting near the front of the aircraft, his eyes watching carefully as Kyle helps maneuver you into a seat. Even with the turmoil in the pack bonds, an alpha will always feel protective over their omega. Thereâs some things that canât be undone, even in such a fragile state. Some instincts canât be unlearned, no matter what.Â
âI gave her a sedative.â Christine explains as she gets you as comfortable as possible in the seat. âIt wonât last the whole flight, but itâll take a while to wear off regardless.âÂ
âIs that more for her or for us?â John asks.Â
âBoth.â Christine says. âMostly for her. It helps with the pain of moving around, but it will also keep her calm in close quarters like this.âÂ
âHere.â John says, handing her something. Itâs a blanket, brand new by the feel of it. âJohnny made a store run this morning. Itâs going to get cold in here, so he got the warmest one he could find.âÂ
Christine takes the blanket, the fabric thick and soft in her hands. Itâs a touching gesture, speaking volumes of their desire to still care for you despite everything, their willingness to do what they have to, to keep the pack together. âPerfect.â She says, carefully draping it over you and tucking it around you before John gets you secured in the seat.Â
âItâs going to be a long flight.â John says, taking a step back.Â
âIt is.â Christine says, pulling out her thermometer. She takes your temperature, letting out a hum at the number that pops up on screen. âI need to monitor her temperature.â She explains as John gives her a look. âItâs been spiking when she gets stressed.âÂ
âShe's not quite out of it yet, is she?â John asks.
âNot quite.â She says, putting the thermometer back in her bag. âIâve only seen two omegas successfully come back from that point, and I know the number across the board isnât very high. It takes a long time for the body and the brain to get back to normal.âÂ
âAnd on top of everything that happened...âÂ
She stares up at him for a long moment. âSheâs very strong. I knew she was a fighter, but to come out the other side even where she is now...â Christine shakes her head. âI didnât want to say this at the time, but I was expecting the worst. When that call came in about what state she was in...â She bites her lip, holding the emotions back. âHer resilience and fortitude is what kept her alive. That and Simonâs courage to do what needed to be done.âÂ
âI know.â John says, looking past her. âWe all owe a lot to him.âÂ
Christine puts a gentle hand on his arm. âYouâre doing whatâs best for her. No matter how much it hurts, no matter how much it goes against every instinct you have, itâs what she needs.âÂ
âThatâs all that matters to us right now.â John says, staring down at her hand for a moment. âThereâs nothing else we can do, so itâs time we start putting our priorities where they should have been the whole time.âÂ
Christine gives him a small smile. âIâm proud of you for that. It takes a lot to unlearn the things youâve been told since the beginning.âÂ
The corner of Johnâs lips twitch before his face falls into the emotionless mask heâs been wearing for the last few days. âItâs about time we get our heads out of our arses.âÂ
âI canât blame you totally.â She shrugs. âWe were all just doing what the initiative was telling us to do. We couldnât have known. There wasnât any room to question it.âÂ
âI wish we would have figured it out sooner.â He sighs.Â
âThings might have been worse if the truth did come out sooner. If you started digging into the initiative too soon, Shepherd might have gotten antsy and taken more drastic measures to stop the truth from coming out entirely.â She glances down at you. âI think this was all inevitable.â She turns her gaze back to John. âWhat happened, happened. None of us can change that. All we can do is keep moving forward with what we have right now.âÂ
He stares at her for a long moment. âThe more time passes, the more Iâve come to realize why Kate chose you for this position.âÂ
The corner of her lips turns up in a smile. âWell, I am rather good at my job, which, among other things, involves advocating on behalf of omegas.âÂ
John huffs. âWish we would have listened sooner.âÂ
âYou canât change the past.â She repeats, looking down at you again. âBut you can change the future.âÂ
You woke from your sedation about four hours from Helston.Â
Well, âwokeâ might have been too strong of a word for it. Your eyes opened, but you were still hazy, movements sluggish and entirely unaware of the world around you. You floated between sleep and awareness for an hour before finally gaining consciousness completely. Awareness took quite a while to return, though. Not until they were moving you to the car from the plane.Â
Even still youâre groggy, slumped against the door in the back seat of the car. You blink slowly, eyes unfocused as you stare out the window at the blur of green passing by.Â
âHow is she?â John asks from the driver's seat, glancing up at the rearview mirror.Â
âCow.â You say, blinking slowly as the car passes a field of cows.Â
âStill out of it.â Christine answers from the back seat where she's sitting next to you. Your response might have been enough to answer that. âBetter than being in pain, though.âÂ
âHow long will it take for her to get out of it?â Kyle asks.Â
âHopefully sheâll be more lucid by the time we get there, but it could take a few hours for it to completely wear off.â Christine says, wiping a bit of drool from your chin. âProbably not a bad thing. This is a big change, and with everything thatâs happened, itâs going to take some time to settle in.âÂ
âThings are going to be rough.â Kyle says.Â
âYes.â She agrees. âBeing enclosed in a small space with the people you want to see the least in the world isnât an ideal situation. Itâll be an adjustment for everyone. I trust all of your abilities to adapt, though. Just don't go in expecting things to be the way they were.â
John's hands tighten around the steering wheel, his knuckles going white. Kyle cracks his window open, prepared for the thickening of John's scent in the air. Christine knows she hit a nerve, but it needed to be said. Even if you were open to forgiveness right now, even if they had chosen to go after you right away, things still wouldn't be the same. Things won't ever be the same. It is their fault deep at the root of it. Those cameras were put up because of them, you were taken because of them. You were chosen for the âinitiativeâ because of them, because Kate thought you'd fit in well with them. Their decisions shaped your life, and will continue to shape your life.Â
Can you ever come to forgive them? Christine likes to think so. She has the hope that they can put in the work and regain your trust and earn eventual forgiveness. She knows you'll allow them to try once the initial hurt and emotions begin to fade, once the two of you put in enough work to start processing the trauma around the events that happened. It will take time. Probably a long time.Â
She'll be there every step of the way.Â
âAshley did some shopping for us, picked up some stuff to get us until we can get into town.â Kyle says, looking at his phone.Â
âGood.â John says, his shoulders starting to relax. âShould wait a couple days before going. Get settled in.â
âShe's still working on cleaning up. Probably still be there when we get there.â Kyle says, putting his phone back in his pocket.Â
âThat's fine. Weâll probably have to utilize her a bit.âÂ
âDoubt she'll complain.â Kyle says, looking out the window. âBe thrilled to have something to do besides work.âÂ
You let out a quiet groan, shifting against the door. âHurts.âÂ
âI know, honey.â Christine says, carefully adjusting your left arm. âIâll give you more pain meds once we get to the cottage.âÂ
âWeâll be there in half an hour.â John says, glancing up at the rearview mirror again before turning his eyes back to the road.Â
The half hour seems to take the longest as you continue to become more and more lucid and aware. The pain sets in first, your brain picking up on those signals before anything else. Johnâs knuckles are white around the steering wheel as you begin to whine and whimper around every bend in the road and turn he has to make, every jostle of the car. Every instinct in his body tells him to pull over and comfort you, but he canât. Itâs more important to get to the cottage, and thereâs no guarantee youâd even let him. It might make things worse.Â
The last thing you need right now is for things to get worse.Â
Christine breathes a sigh of relief as they pull up to the cottage, glad she can finally get you somewhere more comfortable. Youâve been in far too many uncomfortable positions today, moved around too much. She would have liked to keep you in Texas a couple more days, but she knew as soon as you were able to travel, the better. The sooner they could get off the grid, the better.Â
The sooner they could get out of Texas, the better.Â
Kyle is getting the wheelchair out of the trunk when Johnny and Simon pull up, not having been far behind. They likely took a turn around the back roads to ensure no one was following and to keep things from looking too suspicious.Â
Christine keeps you from slumping out of the car as she carefully opens the door on your side. Youâre more awake than you were, blinking up at her with almost startlingly aware eyes.
âCrutch.â You pout when she pulls the wheelchair closer.Â
She gives you a look. âHoney I'm not sure you could even stand right now.â You may be more aware, but that doesnât mean your body is working as it should.
You let out a defiant noise as you attempt to get your legs out of the car, trying to hide your grunts of pain and discomfort.Â
She's tempted to stand there and let you try, but she knows all hell will break loose if she lets you fall. She's not willing to take that risk, not to mention it will cause you more pain to get you up off the ground.Â
âCome on,â She says, stopping you before you can get your feet under you. âNice and slow.âÂ
You let out a quiet growl of indignation but you allow her to help you, your legs trembling as she eases you up. Kyle is there with the wheelchair, getting it as close to you as possible so she can sit you down quickly.Â
âOw.â You breathe, eyes pinched closed as you breathe through the pain.Â
âI know.â She says, patting your good shoulder lightly. She's glad she put you in the sweatshirt before you left Texas. It's chilly outside, chillier than it was further inland a few days ago.Â
It's hard to believe it's only been a few days since you were taken. Barely even a week. So much happened in such a short period of time. It feels like itâs been weeks since everything started, but then again, it had been weeks since John and Kyle first left. It had been weeks since you had been around your whole pack together by the time you were taken. The deep depression you sunk into before the events of the last week had been draining you slowly for weeks before this. It had started before John and Kyle were deployed, back to that day when you revealed the cameras and the secret you had been hiding from them.Â
How long youâve gone in such turmoil.Â
How far you still have to go.Â
The path up to the door is rocky and uneven, the wheelchair jostling as she pushes it up towards the door. She can picture your face, the way it has to be screwed up in pain. You're silent though, holding it all in. She almost wishes you weren't being silent about it.Â
The door is already open, light shining from inside as she approaches. Kyle is in the house already, having gone ahead to greet his sister. John is right behind the two of you as Christine turns to wheel you up the steps into the house. His eyes are on you, focused and ready should you fall. Â
Christine would never let you fall, and from the way your hand is gripping the arm of the chair for dear life, you probably couldn't anyway.Â
She wheels you through the entryway, the inside warmer thanks to a fire that's burning. It's a nice cottage, far nicer than she had been expecting judging from the outside.Â
Johnny lets out a low whistle as he enters behind John, looking around. âYer parents own this?âÂ
âIt was given to our mum by our grandparents. They did some...renovations before they passed it on.â Kyle says.Â
âYer tellinâ me.â Johnny says.Â
It looks new inside. New wood floors, freshly painted walls. The furniture looks like she would expect to find in an English seaside cottage, though. Kyleâs parents went to France for summer vacation instead of utilizing the cottage, and none of his siblings had wanted to use it, he told them. It looks almost perfect, like it came right out of a home renovation show. Kyleâs sister must have worked some sort of magic to get it this clean.Â
It is a very nice cottage. Itâs small, the door opening right to the main area. Thereâs two couches and a chair in the middle of the room around a coffee table. To the left of the couches is a fireplace, the fire already lit and crackling. It looks original, likely having been untouched in the renovations. Thereâs a door to the left of the fireplace closer to the main entryway. A bedroom maybe? To the right of the front door are two doors, one on the far wall and one facing the front door.Â
The stairs are in the middle of the house, leading up to the second floor where thereâs likely more bedrooms. On the far side of the main area is the dining area and beyond that is a sliding glass door. Around the corner on the far side of the stairs is likely the kitchen. She can see the fridge from where sheâs standing. Itâs new. Very new. Makes her wonder just how long ago it had been renovated.Â
âEveryone, this is my sister Ashley.â Kyle says, introducing the other woman in the room.Â
âHello,â she says, giving everyone a wave and a dazzling smile.Â
Sheâs dressed simply in jeans and a t-shirt, her medium box braids pulled up into a bun on top of her head. They look a lot alike, her and Kyle. Tall and slender and stunning. They have the same smile and the same soft brown eyes. She's wearing scent blockers, but Christine can imagine her having a soft scent like lavender or something fresh like mint.Â
âThere's two rooms down here, and two upstairs.â Kyle says. âThe main bedroom is through there.â He points towards a door to their left. âI figure we'll give that to our omega. The bathroom in there has a walk-in shower.âÂ
âPerfect.â Christine says. That will make getting you in and out of the shower easier at least, and you wonât have to go far to use the bathroom.
âYou should take the other room down here.â John says, looking at Christine. âSo you can be close in case of an emergency.â
And so you don't have to be too close to them, so you wonât feel like theyâre hovering.
He doesn't have to say that part out loud.Â
âI put new sheets on all the beds.â Ashley says. âI also picked up everything Kyle sent on the list. Food, some clothes, some other necessities.â
You let out a quiet groan, Christine patting your head gently. You have to be exhausted and sore after the day. She should give you another dose of pain medicine like she said she would. Youâre going to need it tonight.Â
âLet's get you laying down for a bit.â She says, wheeling you towards the door.Â
Kyle opens it for her, revealing a spacious room with a big window looking out towards the sea. You're going to spend a lot of time in front of that window, she thinks. The bed is in the middle of the room, and thereâs two chairs facing the window. Sheâs almost tempted to sit you in one of the chairs, but laying down will be more comfortable for you right now.Â
You're still too out of it now to care much as she wheels you to the double bed. With Kyle's help they get you horizontal, Christine draping the blanket at the end of the bed over you. Itâs not very soft, but it will do for now. Sheâll have to get the guys to pick up some soft blankets for you when they go to town. She has a whole list of things starting in her head she needs them to pick up.
She leans your crutch against the end of the bed just in case you might need it for an emergency. She hopes youâll yell first, but you always have been stubborn. Being mostly bed-bound has only made that worse.Â
âIâm going to go look through the things Ashley picked up.â She says, patting your leg gently. âGet some rest.âÂ
Christine leaves the door open a crack as she exits, wanting to give you a little privacy as you nap, or at least she hopes youâll nap. Itâs going to be a rough adjustment, and youâre going to need as much rest as you can get.Â
âIâm assuming youâre Christine.â Ashley says, walking up to her.Â
âI am.â She says, giving Ashley a smile.Â
She canât help but get lost in Ashleyâs soft gaze for a moment. The Garrick siblings seem to share the same magnetic energy. Thereâs something almost ethereal about them. She could easily imagine them with glowing halos and angel wings. Itâs almost like sheâs being blessed with the opportunity to look upon her. She could spend an hour staring at Ashleyâs face and not grow tired of looking at her.
âI picked up the items Kyle said you needed.â She says, motioning to the bags on the coffee table, pulling Christine out of her daze. âI couldnât find the exact nutrient powder you asked for, so I got one that was as close as I could find.âÂ
Christine glances through the bags. She was thorough, getting at least two of everything.Â
âI got warmer clothes for her too, since it can get chilly out here this time of year. Just some simple things for now until you guys get into town.â Ashley says. âI did some research too and I read that omegas like comforting things so I picked up some extra blankets and pillowsâ Ashley says, motioning to a couple bags sitting on the couch. âI also picked up this,â She pulls a stuffed dog from one of the bags, holding it up. âIt was the softest one I could find. I thought it might help.âÂ
A small smile forms on Christineâs face, her heart fluttering in her chest from the sweet, thoughtful gesture. Ashley doesnât even know you, nor did she know exactly what happened to you, and yet she went so far as to pick up some comfort items for you. You have nothing right now, only the borrowed clothes on your back. All of your belongings are still on base, all of the things that you had built to make your perfect nest. Would you want any of them still? Or have they been tainted by the events of the last few weeks?Â
That Ashley thought to do this has warmth flooding Christineâs body. You can have some comfort now without having to wait for their trip to town. She almost feels the urge to cry. She wants to hug Ashley, thank her over and over for her kindness. Ashley has no idea how much her small act of kindness means, how much it's going to mean.Â
A smile forms on Christineâs face as she stares at the stuffed dog. âItâs perfect.âÂ
You can hear it.Â
In the distance, the quiet roar reaches your ears as youâre dragged from the sweet arms of sleep. It must be a dream, or perhaps the sedative is still clinging to your mind, making you imagine things.Â
No.Â
Youâd know that sound anywhere.Â
The effort to push yourself up to sit is a momentous one, every cell in your body protesting after a day of being moved and jostled. The last thing you want is to move right now, but you have to.Â
The pain meds have done little to help.
The crutch at the end of your bed must be a thousand miles away as you sit there and stare at it. The ache in your body only increases as you become more and more aware of the pain, almost as if it can tell what it is your mind is planning.Â
The door is cracked open, letting in a slit of light from outside. Itâs dark in the room, the curtains pulled over the window. Itâs a blessing compared to the bright yellow light outside the door. You welcome the darkness as your head begins to throb. You could call for assistance. Youâd get more help than you needed. More help than you want.Â
No.Â
You need to do this.Â
The effort it takes to get standing nearly sends you back onto the bed. The pain nearly blinds you as your feet touch the floor, your body leaning against the side of the mattress out of desperation. If you fall, youâll never be alone again. You canât afford that. You donât want that.Â
If you fall, youâll never get up again.Â
The breaths out of your nose are short and sharp as you reach for the crutch, fingers trembling in the effort to fight the pain threatening to blind you. Youâre trembling like a leaf in a storm as your fingers finally wrap around the cool metal. The rubber bottom drags across the floor as you tug it over to you, holding it against your chest for a moment.Â
Breathe. Thatâs what you need to do. Breathe.Â
In and out.Â
Nice and slow.Â
The pain is only a memory. The pain is nothing. The memories forming at the edges of your mind will take over and wipe out the pain and the misery. You just have to be sure. You just have to be certain.
You push yourself upright using the crutch, tucking it under your arm. You should go back to bed. You should rest.Â
No.Â
You need to know.Â
You need to be certain.
The first step you take nearly makes you sick.Â
Itâs like watching a baby deer walk for the first time, knees wobbling, feet shaking. You lean heavily on the crutch, your determination the only thing keeping you from tumbling to the floor in a heap. That might almost hurt worse than forcing yourself to stand upright.Â
If you fall, youâll never get up again.Â
Inch by inch you move across the floor, silently grateful for the socks on your feet. They allow you to slide across the hardwood, but they also pose a threat. Slide too far and youâll lose your feet.Â
If you fall, youâll never get up again.Â
The determination and your desire for certainty is what keeps you sliding inch by inch across the floor towards that strip of blinding light in front of you. Itâs hovering before you, threatening you. How do you know thereâs not one of them standing guard, waiting for you to try and leave? You canât know. You donât have a clue whatâs waiting on the other side of that door. It could be nothing. It could be your entire pack.Â
Breathe.Â
In and out.Â
You take a moment at the door, resting your aching feet. Your body is throbbing from the effort to keep yourself upright, the sedative still numbing your brain and your movements. Itâs like treading through honey, everything twice as hard as it should be. You can walk. Youâve done it before. You did it in the medical center.Â
You can do it here.Â
You use the crutch to push the door open more, your free arm still tucked in a sling to keep you from moving it. Reaching for it with that arm would have put you on the floor, would have caused more pain than you needed, would have made you fall.Â
If you fall, youâll never get up again.Â
Breathe.Â
The light burns. Explosions of yellows and whites erupt behind your eyelids as you screw them tight against the sudden onslaught. The sun is in the room, shining its rays directly into your sensitive eyes. Your stomach churns, your fingers tightening around the crutch so tight your knuckles begin to ache. The oppressive light makes you want to recede back into the darkness of the room behind you like a vampire shying away from the light of day.Â
No.Â
You wonât be defeated by the harsh artificial lighting. You need to know.Â
You need to be certain.
The others are moving around. You can hear voices around the corner, voices upstairs with thudding footsteps. The air is thick with a mesh of scents, cleaning chemicals, and the burn of scent blocker. Your nose wrinkles at the sudden onslaught against your senses, your sedated brain making it all seem so much worse.Â
You need to know.Â
The hardwood floors continue and you use them to your advantage as you shuffle your way across the main area. The fire crackles as you pass, the popping of a log making you startle. Your feet slide again, your body pushing up against the crutch to hold yourself steady.Â
If you fall, youâll never get up again.Â
Your target is dead ahead, a mile away but so close you can almost taste it. Just past the dining table and straight on till morning.Â
Despite your snailâs pace, no one seems to notice you shuffling your way across the house. It should make you upset, the fact that none of them notice you moving around, but instead it makes you glad. Theyâd try to stop you if they noticed you, turn you around and shuffle you back to bed. Or worse, theyâd carry you.Â
How easily you could slip away, though.Â
Well...in theory.Â
Perhaps thatâs why they âre not paying you any mind. How far could you really go in your current state?Â
Why would you want to stray from the only safe space you have?Â
The world outside is more dangerous with the state youâre in. Not just because of your injuries and your status, but also because you know Shepherd is still out there, and for all you know Graves is as well.Â
He could be waiting right outside the door.Â
No.Â
Theyâd know.Â
Theyâd protect you.Â
They failed.Â
You push past the fear in favor of certainty as you push forward, passing the dining table in your slow crawl towards the sliding glass door.Â
It poses an entirely new threat as you stand before it, staring out the darkened glass. You have to get it open. Getting it open takes strength and youâre down to one hand thatâs trying to keep you upright.Â
You have to know.Â
You have to be certain.Â
You lean your weight on the crutch, ignoring the way it digs into your armpit as you reach for the handle. You click the lock, wrapping your fingers around the plastic before pulling. Your body screams with pain as you tug, the door sliding in the track as slowly as you had moved across the small living area. Itâs almost as if it's mocking you.Â
Itâs open only as wide as you need to crutch your way through, doing your best not to knock your left shoulder against the frame.Â
If you fall, youâll never get up again.Â
Breathe.Â
You can smell it.Â
The salty sea air invades your senses, slipping up through your nose and straight into your brain. Memories come flooding back of childhood vacations back when things were simpler. Back when nothing mattered but the sand and the water and avoiding getting chased by your brothers carrying the piece of seaweed they found.Â
Polkadot bathing suits, bright red to be seen easily. Toes in the water, sand everywhere. The nap in the silent car home.Â
How simple life was back then. How easy life was.Â
Your heart aches for those days again. The days when you could exist without a care in the world, trusting your pack would keep you safe, trusting your family would care for you. Your mind yearns for that sense of safety and security again.Â
The world is grey as you hobble across the porch, the grey seeming to go on forever. You missed it, the chill in the air, the gloomy grey overhead. How you yearned for the gloom of England while stuck in the heat of Texas.Â
Anything is better than Texas.Â
Your forward shuffle pauses at the edge of the deck, your eyes looking out into the grey. Your breath catches in your throat as you stare out into the distance, the ache in your chest intensifying. It blocks out the pain in your body, numbing you to everything else as you stand there, legs trembling from the effort of going the short distance from your room to the end of the porch.Â
You can see it.Â
Emotions swirl inside of you like a hurricane as you stare out where the grey water meets the grey sky in the line of the horizon. Those emotions threaten to choke you as you stand there trembling at the edge of the porch. Thereâs a breeze, a cold one that bites through the fabric of your sweatshirt and into the skin below, but you donât care.Â
You canât care.Â
Your legs shake from the exertion, the neverending exhaustion thatâs settled deep into your bones. Itâs not just a physical exhaustion, but a mental one as well. Itâs been a long week.Â
Only a week.Â
So much has happened in a week.Â
You want to sit. You want to sink down onto the porch and rest.Â
If you fall, youâll never get up again.Â
Thereâs a pain in your chest as your breath catches in your throat. The emotions are whirling, tightening around your chest, squeezing your lungs until they feel like they might pop.Â
Breathe.Â
In and out.Â
You needed certainty. You needed to know.Â
You can hear it. You can smell it. You can see it.Â
A single tear rolls down your cheek as you stare out at the sea.Â
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Home Cooked Meal
CHAPTER 4 | ASHES TO EMBERS
can be read as a stand alone :)
PAIRING: Firefighter!Neighbour!Bucky x Fem!Reader
WARNINGS: Smut (finally) - dirty talk, pet names, oral f and m receiving, fingering, tit play, praise kink, hand kink?, ball play, hair pulling, unprotected PinV sex, aftercare, reader and bucky have dinner, swearing, fluff, let me know if i missed anything!
SUMMARY: You surprise Bucky with a home cooked meal after his shift, and itâs the best damn thing heâs had in years. The pasta was pretty good too.
WORD COUNT: 10550 (ngl i rechecked this three times cuz i didnât think i wrote this much but turns out i did in fact write over 10k words im sorry lmao)
PREVIOUS CHAPTER // NEXT CHAPTER
Call me when you get home x
Your text still sits on Buckyâs lock screen, read but not opened, as he gets changed out of his work clothes.
Itâs fair to say that the message intrigued him when he first read it half an hour ago, just before he left the firehouse. His legs sped up your building stairwell faster than normal, desperate to find out why youâre awaiting his call.
Knowing you would have said so if you were in immediate danger, Bucky sifts through the multitude of possibilities that await him on the other side of the ring tone; none of which ease the butterflies in his stomach.
He walks to his kitchen, phone in hand, to get a glass of orange juice. Pulling up your contact page, he presses âcallâ and grabs the carton of juice from the fridge door.
You answer after just one ring, eager to hear his voice.
âHey, Barnes!â God, Bucky loves your voice.
âDoll.â His voice is soft, tone rising at the end with curiosity. âYou asked me to call, whatâs up?â
The firefighter swoons at the adorable giggle you let out, the sound distant from the mic as though youâve tried to hide it. âI was worried you didnât see my text.â You admit.
Bucky pictures you biting your lip anxiously, an accurate prediction for your current state.
âWhat are you doing right now?â
Glancing down at the yet-to-be-filled glass in front of him, Bucky leans a hand against the kitchen island. âJust about to get a drink, what are-â
âDonât!â You cut in. âDonât get a drink, I need you to come over.â
âWhat, now? Whatâs wrong?â
âNothings wrong, James. Just come knock, okay? Iâll see you in a minute!â
And with that, the call cuts off with a dull beep; Bucky brings the phone down from his ear and stares at it in confusion. Youâre being weird, never having hung up on him like that before.
Alpine meows from above the fridge, drawing her ownerâs attention away from the phone, only to tilt her head at him.
Even Alps is confused.
Deciding to just do what you told, Bucky slips his phone into the pocket of his dark jeans, returns the orange juice to the fridge and sets off for the front door. He finds himself checking over his appearance in the entry way mirror, eyes scanning over his outfit before he smooths out his hair.
Although he wonât admit it, Buckyâs spent a lot more time in front of that mirror lately; checking his collar isnât twisted, his hair isnât too messy and thereâs nothing stuck in his teeth. The need to look good, to look good for you, hasnât gone unnoticed by his colleagues.
He considers using the spare key you gave him and letting himself into your apartment but shakes the thought away.
She asked you to knock, Bucky. Not break in.
With one final nod in the mirror, Bucky leaves his apartment, stepping into the hallway heâs spent so many mornings and nights in with you.
Old jazz music greets his ears when he approaches your door, the soft melody sneaking through the cracks of the door frame. Bucky smiles to himself at the thought of you dancing in your kitchen, heart warming when he notices your humming.
Knocking thrice, the firefighter steps back and nervously stuffs his hands into his pockets. You always make him nervous, those darn butterflies stirring in his stomach whenever heâs about to see you. And when he does see you. Actually, theyâre there even when he imagines seeing you.
He takes a breath when he hears you shuffling up to the door, but nothing could prepare him for the sight when it swings open.
Rusty red fabric flows from your neckline to the middle of your thighs, small flowers dotted over the slightly orange colour. Two thin straps perched on your shoulders leave plenty of skin on show as your usual sun-pendant necklace sits between the v-neck of your dress. Which, by the way, perfectly presents the soft swell of your breasts.
It takes everything Bucky has to not drool at his breathtaking neighbour, but it takes even more to not dive on you and finally taste those pink lips.
Your skin is ablaze beneath his eyes and you revel in his reaction, the exact response you wanted when you pulled on the dress two hours ago.
âWeâre matching.â You grin, taking a moment to enjoy Buckyâs red henley.
âItâs almost like we planned it.â A chuckle escapes him, eyes trailing up from your thighs to meet yours.
âSpeaking of plans,â You reach out to pull Bucky closer, tugging his forearms until he pulls his hands out of his pockets, âI have a surprise for you.â
Is it letting me look at you in that dress all evening? Your neighbour thinks - hopes - as you lead him into your apartment.
Closing the door behind him, you take his hand in yours once more to guide him to your little kitchen/diner area. If you werenât looking ahead, youâd see Buckyâs cheeks flushed pink at your touch. Seeing your hand encompassed with his own will never fail to drive him crazy.
When he eventually looks up from your joined hands, heâs stunned to a halt. You turn back to him when you feel him plant his feet and your features twist into a nervous expression.
âI- Doll, what is all this?â The firefighters eyes are wide at your âsurpriseâ.
Your small dining table is set up for two; cream place mats lay beneath charcoal gray pasta dishes with wine glasses sitting at their corners. Thereâs even a little vase with pink and yellow tulips in between the two spaces.
âWell, remember that time when you told me you havenât had a proper home cooked meal in years?â You watch Bucky closely as you speak, waiting for some sign of approval.
âYou mean this morning?â He turns to you in wonder, thinking back to your conversation as he gave you a lift to the cafe. âI donât know what to say, doll.â
You roll back on your heels, hands scrunching your dress at your sides. âIs it okay? I know itâs a little cheesy and itâs last minute but I thought it would be a nice surprise for you after working all day. I mean, itâs not exactly at your home but itâs pretty cl-â
Bucky takes two long strides towards you and brings his hands to cup your cheeks; your words die on your tongue when he looks down at you with tender eyes.
âItâs perfect, Y/n.â He smiles, stroking his thumb over your cheek bone. âYou could feed me Alpineâs food and iâd still bow at your feet, sweets.â
Now youâre the one blushing. You heart skips when Buckyâs eyes drop to your lips with hunger in his gaze.
âAlways so good to me, arenât ya?â His words tempt a whimper from deep within you, a submissive whine held back by the last of your restraint.
âWell-â
The oven beeps, its sharp tone darting between your bodies and making you step back from Buckyâs hold.
âUhhâ Your mind is all over the place as the firefighter watches you with amusement, âI- I should, I mean- the pasta must be-â
âGo, doll.â Bucky shakes his head laughing quietly.
Your dress sways as you spin away to the stove, stirring various pots and tidying up the counters. Your neighbour watches you in awe, unashamedly enjoying the view; you just look so goddamn sexy in that cute little dress while you cook for him. He wishes he could come home to this every night.
âYou need a hand with anything, doll?â Buckyâs voice sounds from behind you.
âActually, yeah!â You glance over your shoulder. âCome here.â
If you keep bossing him about, Buckyâs gonna struggle not to tear that sweet little sundress right off you.
Settling in at your side, Bucky cocks his head. âWhat dâya need?â
You scoop some of the creamy tomato sauce onto a spoon and bring it to Buckyâs lips. âTry this for me.â
With bated breath, you watch his full lips wrap around the end of the spoon, his eyes bearing into yours as he drags the sauce into his mouth.
Bucky has no business looking as dirty as he does in this moment; you watch his adamâs apple bob as he swallows before his tongue juts out to catch a few missed drops. And just when you thought your panties would survive the sight, a moan ripples from his throat and you clench around nothing at the sound.
âGood?â You murmur, hoping he doesnât notice when you cross your legs.
He notices.
âDelicious,â Bucky takes the spoon from your hand and stretches across you to place it back in the pan, his right hand brushing against the small of your back, âyou did great, sweets.â
Fuck. Me.
You regather your composure and ask Bucky to get the wine from the fridge. He pours you both a glass, setting them back on the dining table gently before returning the bottle to its home.
âHey, could you bring the bowls over, please?â You call over your shoulder.
You plate up the sauce coated pasta while Bucky places the dirty pans in the sink, both working around each other like a fine tuned machine.
Before you can do it yourself, Bucky is picking up the bowls and laying them on the place mats, winking at you as he does so. He pulls your chair out for you, nodding for you to join him.
âFor you, Madame.â He jokes, allowing you to sit down while tucking you in.
You watch him round the table and take his own seat. âAnd they say chivalry is dead.â
Bucky grins at you. The orange glow of sunset shines through your windows, catching your features with grace. Your eyes shine beneath the light and Bucky canât help but find you angelic.
âYouâre beautiful, doll. I donât know if I said that earlier but, god, you look stunning tonight.â
Dropping your head, you play with the hem of your dress shyly. Your hair falls into your face, forcing you to push it behind your ears, though Bucky wishes he was close enough to do it himself.
With rose tinted cheeks, you look up at Bucky through your lashes. âYou say that to all your neighbours, Barnes?â You raise a brow with your teasing voice.
Bucky throws his head back and laughs heartily, a sound youâve come to adore.
âOnly the ones who cook for me.â He winks.
âDoesnât Ms Scott bring you pies every couple weeks?â
âAnd I tell her she looks ravishing every time.â
You giggle and tell Bucky to dig in, though you could happily sit and talk all night. While you both stop every now and then for a forkful of food, conversation bounces between you as it always does.
Tonight isnât much different to a typical evening with the firefighter next door; usually you share some snacks and beers, cozying up on the couch as you watch tv. Itâs become ritual for you to send Bucky a video of you playing the piano each evening, his phone playing the video on loop as he sleeps. Itâs strange, but the music creeps into his dreams and keeps them peaceful, keeps him away from that burning building.
Itâs been a few weeks since the night he was sent home early. Both you and Bucky felt a shift that night; waking up in his arms left you craving more, though youâve yet to tell him as much. You left him sleeping peacefully that morning when you left for work with only a couple hours of sleep under your belt.
Bucky hated waking up to find the other side of his bed empty, no longer feeling your heat. The note you left him eased the disappointment slightly, your neat handwriting promising to come back in your breaks. Neither of you have addressed how right it felt to sleep beside each other that night, despite spending all of your free time together with unspoken words hanging over you.
Instead, you dance around each other like two ghosts doomed to never touch. The bond between you is stronger than any youâve ever had, the magnetic lure undeniable for you both.
Your glasses have been emptied and refilled twice now - dinner long since been finished - and youâre starting to feel the buzz; those butterflies in your stomach have turned into a swarm of confidence, your brain taking a backseat from its usual overthinking.
âYou expect me to believe that you broke down the door before Sam could? The same guy who beat you at your physical a few weeks back?â You tease the brunette, a challenging brow raised at his rather unimpressed face.
âWhat are you trying to say there, doll?â
Buckyâs jaw clenches when you tilt your head slightly, eyes shining with amusement beneath the exposed hanging light bulbs.
âNothing to worry your cute little head about.â You watch Bucky relax into his chair slightly as you reach for your glass with a smirk. âJust that I doubt Sam has any difficulty kicking a door down, not with the way heâs built.â
The scoff to end all scoffs ripples from your neighbours throat; his bright blue orbs glare into you and his features twist into a scowl. Oh if looks could killâŠ
Buckyâs tone is flat, âDidnât know you were such an admirer of Wilsonâs build, Y/n.â
The lack of a pet name sends your confidence wavering, but not enough to keep you from having a little fun.
âWell, you know,â You bring the glass to your lips, âheâs hardly difficult to miss.â
Watching the deep ruby liquid pass over your lips, Bucky fights to hide the fury thatâs flooding his veins, forced to look away from your smug grin.
He knows, he knows, that youâre lying through your teeth, trying to get a rise out of his usually impenetrable facade, and yet he canât help but feel jealous.
Buckyâs painfully aware that he has no right to feel so possessive, not when he lays no claim to you. But the twist of his stomach is proof that he doesnât much care.
âMaybe I should just give you his number and you can cook him a meal next time.â Bucky grumbles.
âOh, thatâs alright, I already have his number.â
Youâve never seen Buckyâs head snap up as quickly as it just did, his gaze pinning you to your spot.
âYou what?â
Gently, you place your glass back on the table. âYeah, Steve gave him my number last week so he could get in touch.â
The fire in those blue eyes burns brighter with each word, his body so still that his chest is barely moving when he breathes. In fact, youâre not even sure if he is breathing. Hell, heâs not even sure if heâs breathing.
âIs that right?â Buckyâs gruff voice is laced with possessiveness, the low tone travelling straight to your panties till you swear you feel yourself throb. You wonder briefly if you have a jealousy kink and the sweet arousal dripping from your cunt only confirms your suspicions.
âMhm.â You hum in response, âIn fact, iâm going out for coffee with him next week.â
âHuh.â
Buckyâs chair screeches against the hardwood floor as he pushes himself back. You follow his movements with amused eyes when he stands up and grabs your plates before storming to the kitchen. You twist in your chair, watching him place the dishes in the sink and flick on the tap.
âJames, what are you doing?â You ask.
âWhat does it look like iâm doing?â Oh heâs grumpy, grumpy.
Buckyâs shoulders are tense beneath his tight henley, his sleeves now rolled up as he starts scrubbing at the plates. Itâs quiet while he concentrates on his work, only accompanied by the music still flowing from your speaker.
From the corner of his eye, the firefighter sees you rise from your chair, ears honed in on the sound of your feet pattering towards him.
Itâs now hard for Bucky to focus on anything but your breath on his neck, goosebumps littered across his skin like a rash. You stand right behind him, tracing your fingers up from the small of his back; Buckyâs muscles tense momentarily before melting at your touch, just like always.
âAsk me why iâm seeing Sam next week.â You order, hands still roaming the taut fabric on Buckyâs back. The command makes him pause and clench his eyes shut. Why are you making him talk about this when itâs tearing him apart?
The brunette turns in your hold but you donât release him, instead settling your hands on his waist.
âWhy are you seeing him, doll?â Bucky sounds despondent, brows furrowed in confusion as he looks down at you.
âHe asked me to teach his nephews to play the piano, Buck. Iâm meeting him and the boys on Wednesday, Sarah too.â
A shocked âWhatâ tumbles from his lips as the information sinks in, his frown slowly falling away as he processes your words.
âYeahâŠâ You grin, though itâs more like a smirk, content with yourself proving he was jealous.
In a desperate attempt to save his ego, Bucky rolls his eyes playfully. âI knew you werenât really attracted to that dumbass.â
You scoff and pat his chest lightly. âSure you did, Barnes. Now scoot, you wash âem, iâll dry âem.â
With his hands on his hips, he stays still as you nudge your way to his side, stretching to the window sill where your dish towels lay. Buckyâs never been in this position before, itâs always him whoâs teasing you; this is new territory for him and it irks him that you riled him up so easily.
Once he shakes his head clear, the firefighter returns to face the sink and starts washing the dishes again. You wait patiently while he works, humming along to whichever song is playing.
âYou like the old stuff, huh doll?â Bucky grins warmly at the slight sway of your hips, your radiance beaming like a lantern.
You giggle sheepishly and bite your lip, unknowingly sending Bucky spiralling. âI thought it was fitting for tonight, really leaning into the whole âhousewifeâ role.â
He raises a brow, âDoes that make me your doting husband then, sweets?â
Realising what you said, your cheeks heat up instantly and your eyes widen. You attempt to backtrack but your words stumble over one another as though youâre a little school girl.
Bucky, however, is basking in the familiarity of control; your rosy cheeks never fail to bring a smile to his face, and boy is he beaming right now.
âI meant- Itâs- You know what I meant, James.â You shoot daggers at him, though the idea of being married to your neighbour sends your heart into overdrive.
That swoon-worthy laugh greets your ears with haste, Buckyâs eyes crinkled at the corners as his chest reverberates with its force. Itâs impossible to bite back the grin thatâs fighting its way onto your lips.
Small tendrils of chestnut hair tumble from behind his ears, begging to be pushed back, but the buzz from the wine has dulled and you canât find the confidence to do it, no matter how much Buckyâs eyes are pleading you to.
âYou know, itâs sweet of you to teach the boys how to play.â He looks at you in adoration, the image of you spending time with Samâs nephews triggering a warmth to spread in his chest.
A breathy laugh escapes you as your gaze falls to the kitchen counter. You blush at the compliment and slowly start drying the dishes again.
âDo you spend much time with them?â You ask with a brief glance his way.
Bucky shrugs, âYeah, Sarah is always throwing barbecues for the squad. Theyâre good kids, and I bet theyâll love you!â
âOh God, I hope so. Iâve never taught before and iâm scared theyâll hate me and iâll destroy their dreams and-â You ramble away without noticing the frown tugging at your neighbours brows.
âTeach me.â
Huh?
âWhat?â You freeze.
âYou said youâve never taught before,â Bucky steps closer to you, his cologne swarming around you like a warm hug, âso practise on me. Teach me something.â
You almost laugh at his words, mind immediately jumping to the conclusion that heâs joking. But Bucky doesnât move, his blue eyes study your own, body so still that you fail to conjure a laugh. Heâs not joking.
Hesitation is written across your features, drawing a single shake of Buckyâs head. âCome on, sweets. Please? For me?â He pleads.
âOkay.â
Itâs scary how quickly you succumb to Buckyâs wishes; you fear youâd do awful things if only he asked and youâd even do it with a smile. Youâre so doomed.
With a triumphant grin, Bucky plucks the dish cloth and plate from your grasp and carefully places them on the sinkâs edge, before taking your hand in his and guiding you to your piano.
Nerves prickling beneath your skin, you trail behind him and silently revel in his touch. Itâs hard to not stare at his perfect body as you stumble around furniture, the sharp muscles of his shoulders rippling as he tugs you with him. Flicking off the speaker on the way, you fall onto the small piano stool beside Bucky, and with such little room, your left thigh is pressed up against his. The solid curve of his muscles prod into your flesh and yet despite the fluttering it causes in your stomach, youâre far more focused on his hands.
From the bulge of his toned biceps to the trail of prominent veins in his forearms, your eyes drag down Buckyâs arms till you pause at the sight of his large hands. They lay spread across the span of his thighs, his right pinky finger mere atoms away from your exposed skin where your dress has ridden up. You find yourself craving the sparks that alight with his touch, so you adjust your position to make sure your leg brushes against his hand.
It certainly hasnât gone amiss to the firefighter that youâve taken a liking to his hands. Sure, heâs caught you staring at them before, but the hunger in your gaze right now is greater than ever.
The corner of Buckyâs lip turns up into a smirk as he reaches for your hands once more, lifting them to rest on the ivory keys of your piano.
âWanna hear you play me something before you give me a lesson.â He admits, his words more of a demand than a question.
When you fail to respond, still caught up in scanning the crevices of his calloused hands, Bucky nudges your shoulder.
You shake your head with a dazed frown, âHuh?â
A playful chuckle falls from his pink lips, âI said play me something, sweets, before you start teachinâ me.â
You giggle sheepishly, sighing an âOhâ before you gather your thoughts. Bucky returns his hands to his lap - a movement you struggle to ignore - giving you free rein of the instrument.
Running through some songs you could teach him, you settle for one of your favourites, or more accurately, one of Buckyâs favourites. The cool surface of the keys is harsh beneath your fingertips, a stark contrast to the Bucky-induced-heat flushing through your veins, hands stretching into place as you prepare the opening chords.
Rhythmic tones swarm around the two of you as you begin playing, masterfully dancing across the keys like itâs a second language. Your graceful motions always bring Bucky to a halt as you entrap him in your art.
He recognises the song straight away, lips turning up at the sweet melody. You didnât even have to ask to know what he wanted to hear, you just knew. Buckyâs head feels light at the sight before him. A knowing grin has settled on your soft lips, your body ever so lightly swaying to the music, clearly getting lost the sounds.
Itâs impossible not to feel the adoring stare of your neighbour, no matter how hard you try to ignore it. Warmth is pooling in the depths of your heart where it feels like youâre bleeding out, your love for Bucky forcing out the blood till the only thing circulating through your veins is him. No longer able to cope with the feelings swarming within you, your fingers abruptly stop mid song before you turn to look up at the firefighter.
âOkay, your go.â You state, but when Bucky raises a bemused brow your way, you continue to instruct him. âCome on. Youâre gonna do the left hand, Iâll do the right.â
âYes Maâam!â Bucky chimes with a mock salute, earning him a glare.
It takes a few tries to move his fingers into the correct positions, both because heâs apparently wholeheartedly incapable of doing what you say but also because you may or may not zone out every time the veins of his hands stick out as he moves. But itâs still entirely his fault though. Entirely. âMaybe like 98% his fault. Thatâs seems fair.â You think.
âThere you go!â You cheer when the firefighter successfully plays the right notes in tandem.
âWould you look at that, not so useless after all.â Bucky winks at you and you blush lightly.
Glancing at him hopefully, you ask him to play the first chord you taught him.
âOh, umm-â He stutters, fingers flailing about and pressing random keys in search of the right pattern.
âHere, let meâŠâ You chuckle sweetly at how utterly lost he looks and move to help him.
Leaning forward, you drag Buckyâs fingers over the ridges of ivorite, slowly placing them on the correct keys. You feel his lust-filled eyes trained on your face while you work, though itâs getting harder and harder to focus under his stare.
A frown tugs at your brows when your mind goes blank as to where Bucky needs to put his left hand, his still-wandering gaze burning into you and spreading to your cunt faster than you care to admit.
Of course, Bucky notices your breath quickening, chest stumbling up and down with shaky pants. His proximity is intoxicating and the will to fight it is slowly slipping past you, fingers itching to trace up Buckyâs thick arms to his neck so you can finally pull his lips to yours.
Bucky reads every inch of your skin like heâs studying for an exam. From the clench of your jaw to your eyes fluttering shut, he knows that heâs winning this tussle for control.
âBuckyâŠâ You breathe, the wavering sigh rolling from your tongue like a stray secret.
âYes, doll?â Bucky smirks with glinting eyes and you bite back a whimper.
Opening your eyes, you keep them trained on where yours rest on his. âI canât focus with you looking at me like that.â
Bucky knows exactly what you mean but he canât help but toy with you. âLike what?â He cocks his head with faux innocence that fools no one.
You turn to look up at the firefighter, eyes meeting his half lidded ones, the blue of his eyes barely visible behind his lust-blown pupils but the blue you can see is so impossible dark that you wonder if they were ever light in the first place.
Taking a breath, you wet your lips so briefly that Bucky nearly misses it. Nearly. âLike you want to kiss me.â You say, barely above a whisper.
âOh,â Bucky sighs, leaning in closer, âI want to do much more than that.â
Your body is alight with need. Craving his touch, a breach of the barrier between you, you practically whine your reply. âThen why are you just staring?â
âWell, I wanna remember you like this; sweet, angelic, so perfect in your little sundress.â
With the back of his hand, Bucky nudges the hem of your dress higher till his whole hand is spread against your thigh. You quash the aching desire to glance at where your bodies meet and lock your eyes on Buckyâs, whose lips are turned into a knowing smirk.
âGotta savour it while I can.â He says as he pushes his palm further to your inner thigh, his pinky finger mere inches from your heat.
âWhy?â You ask, heart racing.
It dawns on you that you may actually pass out when the firefighter leans in close to you, nose pushing your hair aside to expose the soft skin of your neck which now sits defenceless to his advances. The heat of his breath is electrifying, lips nearing your pulse point eagerly.
Buckyâs lips ghost over your skin as he explains, âCause once Iâve had my way with you, youâre gonna be a hot fucking mess, sweets.â
A breathy moan tumbles from the depths of you chest at the crude insinuations of his words; your eyes flutter shut, an unintentional reaction that youâre grateful for as it hides the way your pupils roll to the back of your head.
Through the dark span of your eyelids, you picture exactly how Bucky will make you a hot fucking mess. Spread legs with his tongue delving through your folds, back arched as he pounds into your pussy with vigour, his hands guiding your hips back to meet his as he fucks you from behind. The images bear too much for you yet you canât stop picturing the salacious scenes, not when your neighbour is pressing open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck.
âJamesâŠâ You sigh, voice carrying the weight of a thousand pleas.
âYeah? Is that what you want?â
Nodding your head desperately, you whine, unable to form any words beneath his sinful tongue.
âWords, doll.â Bucky says, lips hovering over your ear. Heâs struggling to hold back but canât let himself touch you the way he wants to until he hears you spell it out for him.
Turning your head slowly, you peer at Bucky with half-lidded eyes and a slack-jaw. âI want you, James. Please.â
Thatâs all it takes to disintegrate the final remnants of the firefighterâs self-control before his full lips meet your own with a hunger thatâs been brewing for months.
Buckyâs lips glide across yours, slotting between your own so easily itâs got you believing this is not your first kiss. Itâs soft and sweet but so goddamn sensual that you canât help but moan into his mouth, the now open gap giving him the perfect chance to slide his tongue inside.
You bring your hands up Buckyâs body and rest them on his neck, fingers tentatively feeding through the hair at the nape of his neck while you jostle for control of the kiss.
Forced to pull back for breath, you take a peek only to find those strikingly blue eyes already on yours.
âFuck, doll,â Bucky whispers, âyou donât know how long Iâve been waitinâ for this.â
âProbably not as long as I have.â You scoff.
âThen let me make up for lost time.â
âWait, what do y-â
Within moments, Bucky is lifting your legs over the bench and is knelt between them, his large hands teasing the hem of your dress as he keeps your thighs spread apart.
Your mouth is agape with surprise while you grab onto the piano behind you for stability, a mixture of nerves and anticipation coursing through your veins. And as if he can read your anxious thoughts, Bucky looks up at you with the most sincere expression across his soft features.
âDo you want me to stop?â He asks, despite the deep desire shining in his eyes. He wants you more than anything, but he needs to know you want him too.
Itâs an easy answer and youâre shaking your head faster than you care to admit, but the memory of Buckyâs prior words flash through your mind and you still just as quick.
âNo.â
Watching intently as he runs a hand from your ankle up to your knee, the firefighter rolls his bottom lip between his teeth when your breath hitches.
âThen promise me youâll tell me if that changes?â Bucky asks.
You reach down and run your fingers through his chestnut locks, tucking the few loose strands behind his ear.
âI promise.â
âYouâre gonna be the death of me, sweets.â
A hearty laugh reverberates through you, but youâre quickly silenced by Buckyâs lips on your inner thigh, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. He kisses his way up to your heat, slowly pushing your dress higher and higher till the only thing between you and his mouth is the crimson lace panties covering your mound.
A sound you can only describe as a growl ripples through the room and you glance down at your neighbour to find him practically drooling at the sight of you. But then his eyes are on yours, his hungry, half-lidded eyes, and heâs tracing a finger over your clothed slit. Your breathing becomes laboured at his touch, your body, your mind, all of you at his mercy.
âBucky, pleaseâŠâ
âAh ah ah-â The firefighter tuts, â-since when do you call me Bucky?â
You frown, back arching slightly in search of some friction on your core, too aroused to process his words properly.
âLook at me, Y/n.â
The stern nature of his tone lures your eyes to his once more. âWhat?â You ask, confused.
âI havenât spent months goinâ crazy listening to you use my name only to have you call me Bucky when Iâm finally between your legs.â
The throb of your pussy spurs you on and you tilt your head teasingly. âTouch me, James.â You say, and he obeys.
Bucky glides his hands up to your hips and drags your panties lower and lower, his lips chasing the lace till thereâs no where left to kiss but your slick folds.
He hovers over your heat with bated breath before forcing himself to close his eyes and ask if youâre still okay with this.
âMore than okay, James.â You answer truthfully.
âGood, cause Iâm fucking starvinâ.â
You feel his mouth on your pussy before youâve even processed his words, tongue delving between your folds like he really is starving and you didnât just feed him the best dinner heâs had in years. Though something tells him that title is about to be beaten the second you cum all over his face.
Your mouth curves into an âoâ, the most pornographic of moans escaping you at the sinful sounds of Buckyâs mouth on your cunt. Drowning in increasingly intense waves of pleasure, your senses are dialled up to the max; with every flick of his tongue and suck on your clit, you find yourself falling deeper in your arousal. It becomes impossible to listen to anything Buckyâs telling you.
âYâtaste so sweet, doll.â
âDoing so good for me, arenât ya? My good girl.â
âLet me hear you, doll, need to hear how good you feel.â
Whether itâs praises or orders, thereâs no chance in hell of you understanding a word that falls from his lips, though Bucky doesnât mind. The clench of your soft thighs around his head tells him all he needs to know - that even if your heads not fulling comprehending him, your body is. And the sheer amount of slick glistening across your cunt is enough for him to know that youâre ready for more.
The sensation of Buckyâs finger tracing along your pussy lips sends your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your hips lifting off the stool.
âJames- oh fuck-â
Words die on your tongue when Bucky eases a finger inside you. White hot pleasure builds at your core, burning the last remnants of your self control, its embers coaxing a near-scream out of you.
âFuck, thatâs it, sweets. Thatâs- shit youâre so tight, pussyâs squeezing me and itâs just one finger.â
You mewl and squirm beneath him.
âHow you gonna handle two of âem, doll?â
Buckyâs mesmerised at the sight of his finger gliding in and out of you, drenched in your sweet juices, too beautiful of a sight for him to give up by eating you out. But when you groan at the suggestion of two fingers, he drags his gaze upwards and is greeted with a view thatâs evening better.
You, draped against the piano, head tilted back and brows drawn together while uneven sighs tumble from your swollen lips. God, you look heavenly, Bucky thinks. He doesnât realise heâs said it out loud, but it makes little difference seeing as youâre rather preoccupied with the thought of Bucky fucking another finger inside you.
âJames?â You call, reaching down to cover your left hand around the one at your sex, the other tugging on his hair.
âYeah? Are you alright? Do you want me to stop?â He panics, thinking youâve grabbed his hand to stop him.
Instead, you look him in the eye and say âAre you gunna fuck another finger inside of me or what?â
An awe-inspired grin spreads across Buckyâs face at your question. He keeps his blue orbs on yours while he presses a kiss to your clit and pushes himself higher till heâs inches from your face.
He rests a hand against the piano, caging you in and says, âAnything for my girl.â before a second digit joins his first.
The stretch knocks the wind out of your chest but Bucky hardly gives you any time to adjust, his fingers pumping in and out of you even faster than before. His palm slaps against your bundle of nerves with every thrust, the force riding to your chest where your tits bounce in rhythm.
âSo damn beautifulâŠâ The firefighter says.
You look up at him through your lashes and pull his lips to yours, tasting yourself on his tongue. With clashing teeth, the wet slapping sounds only feeds into the moment and Buckyâs suddenly very aware of the tightness in his jeans.
With each passing second, the cord in your stomach is getting so close to snapping that your mouth isnât even moving against Buckyâs anymore.
âFuck, James, Iâm- I-â
âShh, I know.â He presses a kiss to your forehead. âYou gonna cum all over my fingers, doll? Gonna let me see you fall apart?â
You nod feverishly.
âGood girl, now let go for me.â
Thatâs all it takes for the damn to break loose and the fiercest orgasm of your life to rack through your body. It reaches every part of you, all the cracks and crevices you never thought could be touched, yet here you are, feeling every inch of yourself set on fire.
âThatâs it, doll, thatâs it.â Bucky comforts you while you lay victim to the aftershocks of his work, slowing the thrust of his fingers till your breathing evens and he moves to gently circling your sensitive clit.
âHoly shitâŠâ You sigh, a satisfied and totally fucked-out grin playing across your lips.
Noticing how your hazy your eyes still are, Bucky smiles to himself while pressing loving kisses on your forehead.
âYou did real good for me, sweetheart.â He listens to you hum beneath him as he moves to kiss your temple. âYâlook so pretty when you cum, you know that? Even prettier than I imagined.â
You twist in your seat to face your neighbour. âYouâve imagined this too?â
âEvery night, doll.â
âHuhâŠâ
Though Buckyâs eyes remain fixed on yours, itâs obvious that his mind has slipped away; heâs now clouded by memories of his x-rated dreams, ones that have ended with him pumping his embarrassingly hard length into his fist one too many times, and his cock twitches in his ever-tightening pants. You notice the movement at his crotch and, emboldened by his confession and the best orgasm youâve ever had, you decide to take back some control.
âWhat have you pictured doing to me, James?â Your tone is so sweet, so innocent, that it takes a moment for your words to register in his brain. But when it does, boy, does a fresh wave of blood rush to his cock.
âYou sure you wanna know? Cuz it ainât all sweet and innocent.â He warns.
You say nothing and let your actions do all the talking; you slide a hand down to meet his left, the one still nestled between your sticky thighs, and tug it away from your cunt. With your eyes locked on his, you raise Buckyâs cum coated fingers to your mouth, slowly wrapping your lips around them and sucking your sweetness away. Making sure to give the firefighter a show, you swirl your tongue around his fingers before taking them as deep as you can, a knowing look in your eyes when you notice Bucky clenching his jaw.
After releasing his fingers from your swollen red lips, you press a kiss to the palm of his hand. âTell me.â
What you can only describe as a growl rises from the back of Buckyâs throat and before you know it, youâre being carried to your bedroom, legs bound tightly around his waist while your arms wrap loosely around his neck.
He sits down on the edge of the bed; hands resting on your hips and edging lower to your ass, his fingers grip the supple flesh to keep you in place.
His force on your hips is pushing you down on his ample bulge, sparking a flash of pleasure straight up your spine that escapes you with a moan. Bucky chuckles softly with a sinful grin as you tilt your head back at the feeling.
âYou wanna know what Iâve imagined us doing, doll?â The firefighter grabs your chin to bring your attention back to him. He runs the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip, tugging on it and letting it bounce back into place.
âIâve pictured us just like this.â He drops his hand to your neck, tracing the curve of your collar bone till it meets the strap of your sundress. âYou, naked and beautiful as ever, riding my cock like I know you can.â
You gasp lightly when he tugs your strap till itâs tumbling off your shoulder.
âAnd youâre telling me just how full you are, how stretched your little pussy is around me, choking my cock like a damn vice.â
Buckyâs filthy words send your hips into motion without warning; you grind your bare cunt over his crotch, the tent in his pants settling between your slick folds till his shaft is enveloped with your warmth.
âDoes that sound good, doll? To have my cock buried inside you when you bounce on it? Fuck, I bet your cunt is dripping for me again,â
âIt never stopped, James.â You whimper, your sensitive clit sending jolts up your frame as Bucky guides your hips over his.
âThatâs right, youâre never gonna use anything else to cum ever again. You got me now, doll. Iâm all you need. Me, my cock, Iâm gonna ruin everyone else for you.â
You donât even notice that Buckyâs hands are on the zip at your back, slowly pulling it down till the fabric are your chest goes slack, and with the straps already draped over your shoulders, the flowing material cascades around you, tumbling to your hips and leaving you defenseless to Buckyâs insatiable blue eyes.
âFuck me, sweets, youâre- god- youâre perfect.â He leans in and kisses your collarbone. âSo,â kiss, âSo,â kiss, âperfect.â
Your eyes flutter shut, lost in the feeling of his touch, and Bucky smirks when he sees you. He teases a hand up your soft skin till it sits just beneath your tit, daring to reach up and play with you in the ways heâs always dreamt of.
âIs this okay?â He asks, earning an even more passionate grind of your hips as you push your chest closer to his open mouth.
He chuckles, âNeedy, arenât ya, sweets?â
You whine.
âHmm, lucky for you, this is exactly what I imagined doing to you, what Iâve dreamt of for monthsâŠâ
His lips wrap around your hardened nipple with haste, the warmth of his mouth a welcome sensation. He sucks at the sensitive nub, this tongue reaching out to soothe you afterwards. You throw your head back and moan loudly.
The sound of bucky loudly licking and sucking on your tits is driving you crazy, to the point where your hips are stuttering over his, practically drowning in the feeling till you have no control over your movements.
âGod, I love your tits. Wanna act out every dream Iâve ever had of you. Fucking your tits, your throat, your cunt, anywhere youâll let me, doll, please. Iâve needed you for so long.â
You blush at the word love, surpressing the hope that is stirring at the possibility that your tits arenât the only thing he loves. Has he really wanted this as long as me? You wonder, picturing everything he just revealed heâs been wanting.
âMâSo fuckinâ hard for you sweetheart, I know you can feel me. Dickâs throbbing, doll, itâs sâhard it hurts.â
You pull at his hair so heâs looking up at you again and capture his lips in yours.
âI wanna see you, BuckyâŠâ
He groans and reaches for the hem of his shirt which he waists no time in tearing off. Your chest rises and falls heavier than before, eyes raking his physique just like you had that night he was leaving the shower at his place.
You trail a finger down his abs till it brushes the button of his jeans teasingly.
âAll of you, James.â You look pointedly at his crotch. âMay I?â You ask and when he nods, you climb off his lap and sink between his legs on the floor, you dress tumbling to the ground immediately.
Buckyâs abs tense as you work to undo the button, your hands tiny in comparison to his body. Next, you work the zipper up and over the bulge of his cock, the teeth desperate to come apart after being so constricted for so long. The two sides of denim snap away from the tent of his boxers, perfectly presenting where the firefighter so badly needs your touch.
He helps you kick off his jeans till the only thing between you is his boxers. You trace a finger up and down his shaft through the cotton, enjoying the sticky patch of pre cum leaking through the top.
âHave you ever imagined me sucking your cock, James?â You ask with half lidded eyes before kissing his covered shaft. âCause I have.â
Bucky whimpers - whimpers - at your words, his hips snapping up to your face uncontrollably.
You begin to drag down his boxers, trailing kisses down down down, your lips greeting his tip when his cock flicks up against them before your eyes even get chance to glance at him.
Your eyes flutter shut at the salty taste on your lips, revelling in the breathy moans from your neighbour.
âFuck- pl-please honey, I need your- argh- mouth around me!â
You make eye contact with him from your place on the floor and ask if heâs sure.
âMore than anything.â
And with that, you take his thick length into your mouth, lips sealing around his angry pink cock head briefly when your trace your tongue over his slit, before gliding lower down his cock.
You take as much of him as you can, but you need time to warm up having never taken a cock as large as his before.
âYouâre so big, baby.â You say as you pull off his shaft with a pop, âBiggest Iâve ever had in my mouth.â
A frustrated groan arises from the firefighter and you feel his hand on the back of your head, gently pushing you to his dick once more.
âSuck my cock, doll, just like weâve both imagined, nice and deep, please.â
You take the base of his cock in your hands and guide his tip back to your lips.
âAtta girl,â Bucky encourages as you take him deeper and deeper.
He feels you relaxing your throat to take more of him and his balls clench at the feeling.
âArgh fuck, fuck, fuck. Good girl, oh my god, yes!â
His praises and curses cheer you on and you manage as much of him as you can, only an inch or so remaining thatâs simply too thick to fit in your mouth. Lord knows how heâll fit in your pussy, but youâre sure heâll figure it out.
You bob your head on his length over and over till youâre in desperate need of air. You let your hands work your spit and his precum up and down his hard cock while you catch your breath and watch his beautiful face contort into one of extreme pleasure.
Your chest fills with pride at Buckyâs facial expressions; making him feel good is somehow more rewarding than anything youâve done in your life and you find yourself content at the thought of spending the rest of your days pleasing him.
Bucky is oblivious to the gratified smile toying your lips and wholly unprepared for your next movement.
âOh god- oh fuck, doll-â He groans, his breathing staggered and eyes clenched shut when you take his balls in your mouth, the skin sloppily wet from your work on his cock, and now enjoying the warmth of your mouth.
âOh honey, do that again, felt so go- argh!â Heâs interrupted by you tending to his sack once more, your tongue swirling around them and lightly sucking.
You moan around his pretty, swollen balls, the vibrations drawing a sigh of pleasure from your neighbour. The trimmed hair at the base of Buckyâs member is tickling your nose while you fight to taste every part of him.
With a final sharp suck, you release his balls with a small plop, plant a wet kiss on each and flatten you tongue to lick a bold stripe up his length. The tip of your muscle presses into the vein on the underside of his dick and Bucky thrusts upward, his hips bucking as he desperately searches for more.
As you ready yourself to glide his cock down your throat once more, you feel Buckyâs hand on your cheek, pulling you off him.
âWhatâs wrong? Did I do something?â You ask with a concerned frown, nervous that youâve done something wrong to have Bucky stopping you. You wrap your hand around his forearm, the one outstretched to hold your hair, while the other remains enclosed around his cock.
âNothinâ bad, sweets, itâs just that- fuck-â
You absentmindedly stroke your thumb over his girth, a motion you intend to be comforting but in reality, it just makes him throb even harder in your hands.
â-Iâm not gonna last much longer if you keep using your pretty mouth like that.â
âAnd thatâs a problem becauseâŠ?â
He laughs lightly and tucks your hair behind your ear. âCause as hot as youâd look swallowing my load, Iâd much rather cum inside that sweet pussy for our first time.â
You roll your bottom lip between your teeth before pecking a doting kiss to his forearm and letting Bucky pull you to your feet. His eyes follow yours till heâs looking up at you from his seated position, his hands falling to your hips with an awestruck face.
âWhat the hell did I do to deserve you?â His voice is barely above a whisper. You blush crimson.
âGet on the bed, doll.â He orders. âLay on your back.â
You do as he says and once youâve settled, he crawls on top of you. Itâs quiet for a moment as Bucky stares lovingly down at you, burning the image into his memory to remind him he has everything he needs.
âI should have found the guts to do this months agoâŠâ You murmur, pushing the fallen tendrils of chestnut hair behind his ear. He looks so goddamn perfect; the golden glow filtering through your window catching every feature youâve spent so long dreaming about, and now heâs here, really here, and you canât help but stroke his cheek with revere.
âWe have now, doll. Thatâs enough for me.â Bucky whispers. âAre you comfortable?â
You nod, truthfully, both in terms of your position but also for whatâs coming. But then his elbows bend out and heâs lowering himself onto you.
âHow about now?â
Thereâs a gleam in his eye and a playful smirk on his lips as he watches your chest heave, your body taking more of his weight now.
âNo!â You giggle.
âNo? Is this better?â Bucky teases, briefly laying his whole weight over you until you paw at his shoulders to push him off.
âJames! Youâre squishing me!â
The melody of your carefree laughter has Bucky melting and he pushes himself up onto his hands once more. His lip is tucked between his teeth, enjoying the view as he becomes increasingly aware of his cock now just one slip away from your pussy lips.
Quickly coming to your own awareness of Buckyâs rock hard length pressing into you, you sober up.
âDarling?â You tug on his bottom lip with the pad of your thumb.
Buckyâs brows pinch closer slightly.
âI need you inside me.â
His soft lips are crashing against yours within moments, his hand fighting between the nonexistent space between your bare bodies to grasp his cock and guide his tip to your bundle of nerves.
The sudden taste of how good Bucky can make you feel forces a sharp breath from you. Itâs so much yet not enough, all at the same time.
âTell me if you need me to stop, okay? Let me take care of you how you deserve.â
After a meek nod with your hands finding refuge in Buckyâs soft locks, he trails his cock head down your pink folds till it catches on the dip of your entrance.
Bucky tempts a whimper from you as he slides inside of you, your walls stretching to accommodate his larger than average member.
âFuck, doll, youâre so tight for me.â The firefighter moans, resisting the urge to snap his hips and bottom out completely.
Youâve yet to make a sound, the sting in your pussy not yet dissipating, and when you glance down at where your bodies meet, you realise youâre barely taking half of him.
âHey, hey, itâs okay,â Buckyâs reassuring voice is ghosting over your ear, âyouâre taking me so well, sweets. You need me to go slower?â
You clench your eyes shut briefly, âNo, keep going, youâre just soâŠâ
âSo what?â
Bucky watches a deep red creep up your neck before returning his gaze to your eyes, that now dance across the room avoiding him.
A gentle grasp on your chin draws you to face the breathtaking man above you and you clench around his dick.
âWhat happened to the little minx who was practically begginâ me to fuck her, huh? Donât get all shy on me now, dollface. Iâm so what?â
His words have you spilling yours without second thought. âYouâre so fucking thick, James, cockâs splittinâ me in half.â
He groans and snaps his hips fully into yours, making you scream out, âJamie!!!â
His scalp burns when you pull on his hair harder than before, your moans filling the room like a broken record. Bucky should be focused on the furrow of your brow, your laboured breaths, the way your cunt is choking him, anything about how perfect this feels, but all he can focus on is how with one thrust, you called him âJamieâ. And you didnât just say it, you screamed it.
âShit, honey, say it again.â
âJa-JamieâŠâ You whine and feel Bucky draw his hips back before pounding into you once more.
âAgain.â Your neighbour growls.
âOh my god, fuck- Iâ
âAgain.â
It takes everything you have to open your eyes and look at him. âFuck me, Jamie.â
âThatâs my girl.â
Bucky drives his length into you till his tip is hitting your cervix, the pleasure wrapping around your throat and squeezing the air out of you. You fight to breathe as Bucky drills into you, over and over, softly grunting with every thrust.
âNever felt anything as good as your cunt before, doll. Wanna spend the rest of my life buried inside you.â
You pull his lips to yours and, back arching from the mattress, dive your tongue into his mouth with vigour. He lets you explore his mouth while fucking you deep and fast, the headboard of your bed slamming against the wall and probably driving your neighbour crazy. Oh wait, he is your neighbour, and it is driving him crazy, but in the best way imaginable.
âSo goddamn tight, sweets, yâpussy was made for me,â He swallows your whimpers happily, âdonât you think? You feel how good iâm filling you up, honey? Sliding in anâ out so easy, youâre so fucking wet for my dick.â
âHarder, Jamie.â
Goddamn.
âKeep calling me that and Iâll do whatever you want.â
You lose yourself in his thrusts; the sting has long turned into the most pleasure youâve ever felt, and thatâs saying something after the orgasm he lulled from you only a few minutes ago.
âFuckinâ me s-so good, Jamie.â
âAh- just like that, baby.â
âIâm getting close, James, need you to go faster.â
Your pleas send Buckyâs cock pulsing and he does exactly as you wish. He fucks you faster, fighting off the desperate urge to cum inside your sweet cunt.
âJamieâŠâ You sigh.
He grins up at you from his place at your tits, his tongue reaching out to tease your nipples. You push his head down till he takes your sensitive bud in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue over it while he gropes its twin.
The tight coil in your stomach is twisting to its limit and you find yourself dangerously close to cumming around Buckyâs hard, thick length.
âIâm so- oh fuck- iâm so close, James.â
He lifts his head and eyes you with lust blown pupils.
âAre you gonna cum for me, doll? God, I can feel you clenching around me, you wanna cream all over my cock? Huh?â He smirks at your pornographic moans. âBet Iâll look so good covered in your cum, sweets, maybe Iâll let you clean me up, put that mouth to good use.â
âIâm gonna cum, iâm gonna cum,â You chant several times breathlessly.
âLet go for me, sweet girl, make a mess oâmy cock. Cum, doll.â
Your body shudders as your hips grind up into Buckyâs, your walls tightening before he feels you gush around him. Practically screaming in pleasure, you bite down on Buckyâs shoulder to quiet yourself, though the pain travels straight to his member, still fucking into you with force.
âFuck, James, youâre so perfect, never came so hard in my life- shit-â
Heâs groaning into your ear, his balls slamming against you and filling the room with salacious wet slaps.
âYouâre so wet and- fuck- I canât- I canât hold back much longer.â
You tug on the hair at the nape of his neck and lick up the side of his throat, tongue catching the salty beads of sweat in its path. Reaching his earlobe, you suck on it lightly and whisper into his ear.
âWant you to cum inside me, Jamie. Fill me up, please, I need your cum.â
âArgh, fuck!!â Your words send Bucky over the edge and his hips stutter while he finally lets go.
âOh god, yes!â Bucky grunts. âTake my cum, doll, fuckinâ take it.â
Your tongue seeks his neck once more, pressing open mouthed kisses as his cock shoots streams of white seed into you, the spurts seemingly never ending.
âFillinâ my cunt so much, Jamie- fuck- you feel so good!â
As his cock softens, his thrusts slow to a more bearable pace, both of you so sensitive from your orgasms. Catching your breath takes a minute or two, but in the meantime, you coax satisfied sighs from your firefighter by running your hands up and down his back; the light sheen of sweat greets your fingertips as you touch him tenderly.
With no words being shared, you focus solely on Buckyâs breathing, the rise and fall of his back beneath your hands and the weight of his body on yours. It should be uncomfortable, but youâve never felt so at home in a place, let alone with a person, in your life.
âThat wasâŠâ Bucky murmurs into your neck.
You finish his sentence, âPretty damn good.â Laughter ripples through the muscles of his back.
âYeah,â He agrees and pulls back slightly to look at you, âyou feeling okay?â
âIf by okay you mean âcompletely and utterly fucked outâ then yeah, Iâm great.â
You grin cheekily before pushing his hair behind his ear yet again, an act you find yourself praying that youâll get to do for the rest of your life.
âHow are you feeling?â You ask sincerely.
Those blue orbs flick between your own, laced with an emotion you hope to be love. âLike I want to be with you like this forever.â Bucky admits. âThat and completely and utterly fucked out.â
You laugh heartily, bringing a beaming smile to Buckyâs swollen red lips.
âLet me clean you up, doll.â He offers before pushing himself off you, much to your dismay. He disappears to your bathroom for a minute before returning with a damp cloth in hand.
âCan you spread your legs for me, sweets?â
He bites a chuckle at how quickly you obey him and gets to work, wiping away your shared cum from your pussy and goosebump-ridden thighs. The towel is warm and soft on your skin, lulling you to sleep, though you fight to keep your eyes on your neighbour.
âYouâre so beautiful, James.â You say, reaching to place your hand on his that sits beside you hip, where heâs leaning his weight.
He smiles sheepishly and focuses on the job at hand. Once youâre clean, Bucky carries you to the bathroom so you can do your business, waiting patiently outside after putting his boxers back on and grabbing his henley for you to wear.
When you step out of the bathroom, Buckyâs holding his he let out in front of you. âYou looked a bit cold so I thought you might want a shirt?â
You smile, âYour shirt?â
âYeahâŠâ He rubs the back of his neck, muscles flexing at the movement, âYou donât have to, I just thou-â
He stops talking when you pull the henley from his grasp and tug it over your head. It swallows you whole and the sleeves tumble past your hands, but Bucky thinks itâs perfect. Youâre perfect.
Grabbing his hand, you pull him back to your room and back into bed, tugging the sheets over you both where you nestle into his chest.
âYouâre staying, right?â You ask with the most puppy-dog eyes you can muster.
âOf course, doll.â
Smiling to yourself, you curl up against the firefighter. âWoulda cooked you a meal months ago if I knew thatâs all it took for you to finally fuck me.â
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summary: you accidentally leak a private song you made as a birthday gift for your boyfriend.
content warning: mdni. suggestive and sexual themes. humor. i consider this to be crack taken seriously. menace and unbothered king oscar piastri. a couple uses of yn. one threat/suggestion of self-deleting (in minecraft ofc). song referenced is on the way by jhene aiko ft. mila j.Â
pairing: oscar piastri x singer! fem!black!reader
genre: smau.
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yninsta: gave you permission to post this and you didn't even tag me đ
â„ oscarpiastri: tagging you is unnecessary. â„ oscarpiastri: as you already made a whole song about how much you enjoy our..."activities" and posted it for public consumption :) â„ yninsta: please deactivate your account đ«Ą
landonorris: mate just block me out of respect đ«
â„ oscarpiastri: you see, i already respect you very littleđ«¶đ» â„ landonorris: "tell your friends tinker bell fucked your brains out" â„ landonorris: i vow to never let you have a peaceful day ever again đ«¶đ»
charlesleclerc: my son, please. i have learned too many things i did not need to know about you in 3:42 song. have mercy đ€§
â„ oscarpiastri: somebody has to be the family disappointment đ€·ââïž â„ olliebearman: it's me. i'm the one driving a haas next year đ â„ leoleclerc: everybody's knows m not bringing the shame to our family's name :) đđŸ â„ alexandrasaintmleux: nobody is a disappointment! family dinner is postponed this month btw. i think charles might cry if he has to look at you oscar.
logansargeant: dude wtf đł
â„ oscarpiastri: do you have something to say? â„ logansargeant: ....no â„ oscarpiastri: hm. that's what i thought
user1: oscar posting "for your eyes only" pics i can't believe it
â„ user2: we all know the song is dirtier than the pics
user3: it's always the quiet ones đââïž
â„ yninsta: stay away from them they only cause headaches đ â„ user4: don't you mean backaches? from the way he blows your back out CONSISTENTLY â„ yninsta: i hope you know that i'm having you blacklisted from any of my future live shows and tours @/user4
user5: everybody tell him happy birthday đ«”đ»
â„ user6: ion have to tell him SHIT đč â„ user7: he already got her, i'm not wishing him a hbd â„ user8: i'm not spoiling him, she got it covered đ„± â„ user9: y'all r lonely n miserable HBD OSCARRRRR!!!!
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drunk in love - remy lebeau
Request: nope Pairing:Â remy lebeau x reader Summary:Â remy is comes home drunk, so you take care of him Warnings:Â mentions of alcohol, language, mentions of sexual themes/making out but not actually the real thing dont worry, remy being a whiny lovesick puppy, one mention of throwing up but no actual throwing up Word count:Â 1.7K A/N:Â currently binge watching x men 97 PLEASE give me more gambit content pls marvel I'm willing to beg you on my knees. based on a screenshot I saw of a comic page. enjoy!
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you're sitting on the couch, reading your book. it's dark outside, and the clock on the wall tells you it's way too late for you to be awake. you weren't a night owl, but this book was just too good. every time you want to put it away, a chapter ends in a cliffhanger. you couldn't bring yourself to close it without finding out what happened next.
the story is so good and you're so focused on it, you nearly jump out of your skin when you hear the door knob rattle.
it was late and remy wasn't home. he went out drinking with some of the other x-men. it wasn't often they were all free and in the same city, so you knew if it did happen, remy would usually stay out til late. not coming home til long after you'd gone to bed already.
you weren't expecting him to come home this early, so you're immediately on guard. slowly, you put your book down and creep closer to the front door. you grab the closest thing you can find to use as a weapon. you don't know how much damage a tissue box could do, but at the very least you could throw it at the intruder and run away.
remy had tried to teach you some self defence tricks in case something happened and he wasn't home, but he was nearly always right there with you, so you never really learned it.
you wish you had paid him more attention now.
as you get closer to the front door, you see a shadow silhouetted against the glass. and then you hear a voice, cursing while trying to open the door.
'merde... why won't this fucking key fit... fuck off...'
you unlock the door and open it. maybe a little too quickly, because remy all but stumbles into you. you barely manage to catch him.
when he looks up at you, he gives you a dazzling smile with his eyes half closed. 'hello, mon amour.' he says.
you laugh softly and roll your eyes as you shake your head. of course he'd stumble home drunk. you already know your evening is far from over when he's like this.
'come on.' you say. 'let's get you inside.'
remy does a spectacularly bad job at getting up. and he's heavy.
'remy.' you say, holding on to him. 'work with me here.'
you manage to get him inside and lock the door again. remy is looking at you with a smile on his face.
'I hadn't expected you back yet.' you say, walking into the kitchen.
remy follows you and grabs one of your hands with both of his.
'I missed you, chéri.' he says, pulling you close and nuzzling his face in your neck.
'we live together, remy. I saw you this afternoon.' you say.
you feel his lips press against the side of your neck. you briefly close your eyes and allow yourself to revel in the feeling. then you gently push him away.
you hear remy whine and turn to see him pout at you.
'you don't love me anymore?' he says.
'of course I do, my love.' you say. 'but you're drunk. you need to drink some water and go to bed.'
you grab a clean glass and walk over to the sink. as you're filling it up with water, you can sense remy's presence behind you. seconds later, you feel his hands on your hips and his chin on your shoulder.
you mange to turn around in his arms and hand him the glass of water.
'drink up.'
'can I get a kiss afterwards?'
you roll your eyes. you don't want to admit you think it's adorable when he's this handsy and affectionate. you would only encourage him and you really meant it: you wouldn't do anything when he's drunk. he'd do the same if the roles were reversed.
'sure, love, you can get a kiss afterwards.'
you have to hold back your laughter as remy's eyes light up and he downs the glass in one go. you smirk and blow him a kiss before he can lean in.
'hey, what the fuck! no fair!' he exclaims, frowning.
'come on.' you say, holding out your hand to him. 'let's go to bed.'
he all but stumbles over his feet in his haste to grab your hand and follow you.
'yeah, let's go to bed.' you hear remy say behind you. you can tell by the tone in his voice you two have different ideas about 'going to bed'.
'to sleep, remy.' you clarify.
he sighs so loudly you can feel his breath on the back of your neck. you smile to yourself, amused at how fast his moods change when he's drunk. and about the fact he's such a love sick puppy when he's had a few. that is, more of a love sick puppy than he normally is. god, he really loves you.
when you get to your bedroom, you motion for remy to sit down on the bed. you kneel down to untie his boots.
'loving this view, mon amour.' comes remy's voice from above you. 'you know I love it when you get on your knees for me.'
'I'm just taking off your boots.'
'sure you are.'
'I am, remy.'
'are you sure?'
'yes, I am sure.'
remy sighs dramatically and lets himself fall back onto the bed. you glance up at him and see how tight his pants are. of course he'd not only be overly affectionate, but also turned on.
you tug off his boots and socks, raising to your feet.
'stand up for me, please.' you say.
remy opens his eyes and smirks at you from his position on the bed.
'now this view, I like.'
'it's literally so late remy, come on, I want to go to bed.'
he takes a hold of the hand you offer him and lets you pull him to his feet. you reach out to undo his belt.
'wow, chéri, buy me dinner first.' remy mumbles above you. you can tell by his quiet voice he's ready to go to sleep but fighting to stay awake. you wonder how much of this he'll remember tomorrow.
after undoing his belt and helping him out of his pants, you tell him to put his arms up so you can pull his shirt over his head. he does what you ask and doesn't even make a flirty comment about it. that tells you his tiredness is really kicking in.
you briefly step away to get a pair of sweatpants and a shirt out of the closet. as you hand them to him, you allow remy to rest his hand on your shoulder as he puts on the pants you've given him. you let your eyes linger on his muscular chest as he puts on the shirt. you really did get lucky with him, even if he can't keep his hands off of you when he's drunk.
you gently guide him to the bed and help him lay down. you get into the bed next to him and feel how remy pulls you closer, burying his face in your neck.
'you will kiss me tomorrow, right?' he mumbles against your skin.
you run your hands lazily through his hair. 'if you aren't hungover as fuck, which I think you will be, then yes, I'll kiss you, my love.' you say.
'oh fuck yes.' he says, making you chuckle softly.
'goodnight, remy.' you say.
'sweet dreams, mon amour.' he says.
just as you expected, remy falls asleep within seconds. you lay there for a while, absently running your fingers through his hair and thinking about how much you love him, before you eventually fall asleep as well.
when you wake up in the morning, your chest feels heavy. you open your eyes to see remy has somehow put his entire body on yours during the night.
you stay like that for a while, until you can no longer deny you really want breakfast.
with some effort, you push remy off of you so you can get up. he's still asleep as you lean in and press a kiss to his cheek.
as you make breakfast, you're softly humming to yourself while you're in the kitchen.
your morning is quiet. you decide to let remy sleep for as long as he wants, maybe it would make his hangover less extreme.
just as you're making your lunch, you hear remy coming down the stairs. he stumbles into the kitchen, grumbling something in thick accented cajun you can't understand.
then he all but leans his entire body weight on you as he's standing behind you.
'why does the world hate me?' he says.
you laugh. 'good afternoon to you too, my love.'
'morning.' he mumbles. 'your voice is so loud, chéri.'
'this is the thanks I get for taking care of your drunk ass last night?'
'sorry. was I being an asshole?'
'no, just the usual. you couldn't keep your hands off of me.'
'you're used to that.'
'I am.'
you turn around. remy wraps his arms around you and drops his forehead to your shoulder.
'is this what dying feels like?' he mumbles.
'no, my love, this is what being extremely hungover feels like.' you say. 'you want coffee?'
'dear god no, the thought of it makes me want to throw up. I'll just lay on the couch.'
'you're so dramatic.' you say, gently taking a hold of his face and holding it in front of you.
remy closes his eyes and leans into your touch. 'this is making me feel better already.'
you lean in and press a kiss to the tip of his nose. when you pull back, he opens his eyes and smiles briefly at you. then he sways a bit on his feet and sucks in a sharp breath.
'still want to kiss me like you said yesterday?'
'oh, mon amour, I think if I stand really still and you don't move, the world stops spinning.'
you laugh at him as he groans, pressing one hand to his forehead. you decide to take it easy for the rest of the day. the two of you alternate between taking naps and you reading your book out loud to him. as the day passes, you can't help but to think that maybe a hungover remy isn't so bad. you secretly love how he refuses to leave your side when he's hungover.
A/N:If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHereâs the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please donât repost, steal or translate my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit
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roommates ; lando norris + part one
In which you have to live with your brothers best friend who you really don't like, Lando Norris, and his many 'girlfriends' for a while, but there's always a thin line between love and hate.
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lando norris x fem!verstappen reader tw: nothing much yet expect that Lando is a player + i don't proofread + smut will come next chapters!
âYouâre kidding me.â
Max is standing in front of you, he can barely withhold his laugh. You can see the first signs of his laugh by the way his mouth corners are up. Youâre not focused on your brother and his stupid laugh, youâre focused on his best friend. Lando Norris, whoâs holding out his hand to you with a silver key in it. You can only hope that this is some sort of prank, but it doesnât seem like it.
âNo,â Max tells you, âWeâre getting renovations and the backup apartment only has two bedrooms.â
âI can sleep on the couch?â You offer hopeless.Â
âLando has a room for you,â your brother replies, âand heâs barely home, so whatâs the big deal?â
âHeâs Lando,â you sigh annoyed.Â
Lando has been silent before, but this time he speaks up as well. Almost annoyed he grunts, âHeâs standing here. You should be grateful instead of acting like a -â âLando,â Max is quick to interrupt him. Now that Lando thinks back about the words he was going to say, maybe itâs better that Max interrupted him. Calling you a brat who needs to get laid, by him, wouldnât make him more popular by you. Oops.Â
âSee,â you say with an annoyed look at Lando, âIâll book a hotel because this is the worst idea ever.âÂ
âYouâre going to live in a hotel room in Monaco for a good month or two?â Max asks you surprised, âIâm not paying for that.âÂ
âBabygirl,â Lando starts. You try to silence him with a angry glance, but it doesnât work. Since the last couple weeks he keeps calling you babygirl, princess or some other terrible nickname. You canât get him to stop. âIâll behave,â Lando continues.
âSee?â Max asks you with the same tone you used with him earlier.Â
âUntil you beg me to misbeha-âÂ
âLando for fucks sake,â Max grunts while interrupting his friend again. âI told you it was a bad idea for you to be included in this conversation, youâre only making things worse.â
Lando finally gets the hint and walks away from the room, leaving Max and you alone to talk about all of this. When heâs standing in the hallway, he canât help himself to stay close by the door. Maybe he can hear something of what youâre saying. In the mean time he looks at his phone, he notices multiple new messages on different platforms. When he opens a couple snaps heâs greeted with nudes from girls he barely recognizes, sometimes with the question when they will see him again. It annoys him. There arenât many girls who understand that a one night stand is for only one night. He ignores the snaps.Â
âMax you canât expect me to live with him,â you tell your brother angrily, âHeâs a literal man whore. I will probably stay awake every night that heâs home because he always brings some girl with him.â
âI bet that if you ask him to be a bit more quiet, heâll do so,â Max disagrees with you.
âStill,â you sigh, âWe donât like each other. Lando and I arenât friends like the two of you. Weâre always arguing.âÂ
âWhy donât you like Lando?â Max asks you, âI mean, youâre often the one who starts with the arguments.â
âThatâs now!â You quickly defend yourself, âEarlier it was always Lando who started things. Whenever you left he would always tease me with something.â
Max doesnât reply this time. You continue to whine about living with Lando. âCanât you live with Lando? Iâm sure Kelly would like it if Iâm taking your place.â This time Max chuckles, but he still shakes his head.
âI donât have another solution then this,â Max tells you eventually. He doesnât tell you that Lando begged him to let you stay at his place during the renovations. Max also doesnât tell you that he probably can rent you another apartment for a while, or could have found a place for himself, Kelly, Penelope and you. Lando owns him a lot after this.Â
âAm I really going to live with Lando?âÂ
âJust for a while,â Max replies with a small smile. It seems like you finally agreed.Â
Lando is smiling even more on the other side of the door. Heâs glad that heâs standing here and hears this. His plan worked. At least, the first step of like a billion steps worked out for him. When he hands you his keys five minutes later, the smile is still plastered on his face.Â
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âWe need some ground rules.â
Lando looks away from the street in front of him to throw a short look at you. The two of you are sitting in his car, much to your disliking. He waited at Max his place until you were done with packing so he could take you with him. While packing your stuff, you kept wondering why you decided to live with Max in Monaco, since it caused this drama.Â
âGround rules babygirl?â Lando asks you. He tries to focus on the road again, but he feels distracted with you this close next to him.Â
âRule one, no more calling me babygirl,â you mutter annoyed.Â
âNope,â Lando is quick to answer.Â
Before you can say anything else, Lando speaks up again. âLetâs talk about your rules later, Iâm trying to focus on driving.â
âDidnât know that a formula one driver had trouble with normal car driving,â you mutter.Â
Lando laughs softly. Youâre without a doubt the most annoying girl he knows, but he wants nothing more then to make you his annoying girl. That canât be good. It really canât be. You on the other hand arenât laughing, youâre still annoyed by everything that happened and is going to happen. You try to distract yourself by wondering about Lando his apartment: how would it look? You expect it to be all manly. Probably no decor, only formula one stuff and more like that.Â
When Lando parks his car in an underground garage, heâs quick to tell you about how things work in the apartment complex. âIf you want, you can park your car here as well,â he tells you after giving a whole explanation about getting in the garage after hours.Â
âI donât have a car,â you tell Lando, âI always used one of Maxâs.â
âOh, you can use one of mine then if you need a car,â Lando simply states without even thinking about it. You donât know what to say. When looking at the multiple cars that are parked on spots that match with Lando his apartment number, you can only wonder what they cost. He is really offering you to use his expensive cars whenever you like? âIâll show you where the keys are later,â Lando continues, âyou donât have to ask if you want to use them.â
âYouâre kidding right?â You ask surprised. Lando is already shocking you. Normally the two of you are always bickering, mostly because of you, so it doesnât make any sense to you that heâs offering something big like this.Â
âNo babygirl,â he replies, âyou can use every one of them.â
âEven your McLaren?â You ask while looking at the special McLaren that Lando owns.Â
âEven the McLaren.â
You canât stop yourself and grin. This is a nice thing. Max is always really protective over his cars, certainly the ones who mean a bit more to him or were more expensive. Lando doesnât seem to care as much. You already canât wait to try his cars.Â
Together with Lando you use the elevator to get to his floor. Youâre getting more curious about Lando his apartment. Lando on the other hand is thinking about something else. He wonders about how you will be in his apartment. Since Max told him about those renovations, he couldnât help himself and kept imagining living together with you. Seeing it as his big chance to finally show you that heâs not some little boy anymore and maybe to connect a bit more with you. He hopes that he finally can make sure that you get to know the real him. But he doesnât have a plan for that yet.Â
When Lando opens the door and drags your suitcase inside with him, you feel the reality of the situations washing over you. This is it. Youâre really living with Lando for now. It feels weird. Lando and you have a complicated past. Itâs not as bad as it was before, but you do have a strong opinion about him. And itâs not a positive one.Â
You remember all those discussions between Lando and you. The times he teased you until you exploded at him. Or the times you started it and made him crazy. Before it could be simple, but when Lando started his âfuck boy eraâ - at least, thatâs how you call it, youâre even more annoyed by him. Every time he comes over he seems to have some sort of story about a random girl who landed in his bed. It annoys you.Â
âSo, what do you think?â Lando pulls you out of your thoughts. Slowly you walk inside his apartment. Itâs big. Even bigger then you already expected. About the other things you were kinda right. The interior is nice, but it seems basic. He probably called a specialist once, who made sure he has a nice interior. Itâs not bad, but itâs not personal. You miss the simple personal touches. It feels a bit stoic.Â
âLooks good,â you tell Lando.Â
âAnd now your honest opinion?â Lando sees right through you.Â
âItâs nice,â you say before being honest, âbut I miss the personal touches.âÂ
Lando smirks. âMaybe you can take care of that one day,â he jokes. Or better said, he says it like itâs a joke but he would love it if you would actually make his apartment more homey. But you can start with being here.Â
âLet me show you the rest,â Lando tells you. He grabs your arm and takes you with him. Youâre surprised by the way he searches physical contact with you. Even more surprised with the way it feels. Lando shows you the apartment. Youâre quick to find out which room has a few personal touches, his game room. If you should call it that at least. Multiple helmets and trophies are standing in shelves leaning on the walls.Â
Lando doesnât give you a lot of time to look around at his personal belongings. The same thing happens with his own bedroom. You can barely see his bed and then he closes the door again. He takes you with you to the bathroom, before finally showing you the guest bedroom.Â
âThink this is okay?â He asks you a bit nervous. You donât notice the nervous tone in his voice. Slowly you look around in the guest room. It seems nice. Thereâs plenty room for all your stuff and the bed seems pretty comfortable. You even spot some fresh flowers on the bedside table. Did Lando get those? You canât imagine it, it must be the doing of his cleaner or something.Â
Lando sees the way you look at the fresh flowers. He wonders what youâre thinking right now. You probably donât think that he has bought them himself. He knew beforehand that if you would move in with him, that it would happen today. So earlier this morning he went to the flower shop to get some fresh flowers for your room. Hoping it would make you feel a bit more at home. He doesnât tell you that he bought them. You probably wonât believe him anyway.Â
âYeah,â you reply to Lando earlier question, âthis is fine.â
âI hope you donât snore,â Lando jokes, âthe walls are thin.â
âThen I hope you donât take a girl with you every night,â you throw back.Â
âJealous?â Lando questions you with a raised eyebrow.Â
âAll though, I donât think Iâll hear the girl much,â you continue, âYouâre probably more concerned about your own pleasure.â
âFucking hell babygirl,â Lando grunts annoyed, âJust wait until you find out how concerned I am about your pleasure.âÂ
You try to withhold any sort of reaction to be shown. Inside youâre going crazy. Lando always makes remarks that are a bit on the bold side, but he never made them this sexual. Fuck. You canât think about stuff like this.Â
âThat brings me back to my earlier statement, we need some rules,â you tell Lando.
âI need rules in my own home?â He asks you surprised. Of course he knew this was coming, but after your remarks Lando isnât making this easy for you.Â
âYes,â you sigh, âbecause otherwise weâre going to fight every day.â
âMaybe I like that,â Lando continues to annoy you.Â
You let out a sigh. Lando lets out a soft chuckle. Itâs so easy to tease you. He knows he should stop, but you know what they say, right? Boys always tease the girls they like the most. He walks back to the living room with you and offers you something to drink before getting on the couch next to you.Â
âWhat rules do you suggest, babygirl?â He then asks you.Â
âOne, no more calling me babygirl,â you tell him just as you did earlier today.
âNope,â Lando states, itâs the same answer he gave you the first time. You donât react to his no, you continue with the rest of your rules.Â
âRule number two, I donât want to meet every other girl you bring here,â you say.Â
âAfraid youâd get jealous?â Lando asks you teasingly. He can only hope that itâs like that, but he knows better. Youâre not jealous of those girls. He understands this rule, it would be a mess if he needed to explain to every girl why youâre living with him and that youâre not his girlfriend. Plus, maybe he should stop bringing this many girls to his apartment. His phone is blowing up by the ones who he gave his number, a lot of them expect something more - while he made clear it would be a one time thing. And maybe, really maybe, itâs not fair for those girls that he uses them to forget about you for a bit.Â
Some stupid plan that doesnât even work anyways. Every time a girl is laying underneath him, he can only imagine that itâs you. He wonders how it would feel when it was actually you. How you would sound. There have been many girls, but he thinks about the same girl every time. You.Â
âThatâs okay,â Lando responds to your rule, âIâll try.â
You nod satisfied. âAnd maybe you can also tone it down a bit with the sexual remarks towards me?â You ask him after your succes.
âNo, no,â Lando quickly replies, âI want to say to you what I think.âÂ
You roll your eyes, but donât say anything else on the subject. âHow do you want to do this Lando?â You ask him eventually. âDo you want to live together or next to each other? Want to have dinner together or? I really donât know how this can work.â
âLetâs try to live together,â Lando tells you hopefully, âWe can have dinner together and inform each other a bit about when weâre home or not.â
âSure?â You ask surprised. You expected him to chose the other option.
âSure babygirl.â
+++
That evening the two of you decided that Lando could have a cheat day with his healthy diet. Together you ordered some take out.Â
âRemember when you DMâed this girl to get McDonalds with you,â you tease when Lando offers to order some McDonalds. He sends you an angry glare. âShe didnât seem to interested,â you continue to tease.Â
âAre you going to eat McDonalds with me or not?â Lando asks you annoyed, âbecause otherwise Iâll find a girl who will.â
After eating together, you decided to test out the bathroom by taking a shower. When you walk in nothing more then a small towel wrapped around your body back to your bedroom, you decide that you will unpack and organize tomorrow. For now you only need to find something to sleep in. You rummage through your bagage, but thereâs no pyjama in sight. Fuck. Clothes are quickly scattered around on the bedroom floor.Â
âFuck,â you mutter.Â
You wonder if Lando has something you can wear for tonight, tomorrow you can get your other stuff. In nothing more then a towel on your body, you walk out of your room and start to search for Lando. You hold the towel closely to your body, not wanting to flash Lando. He isnât in the living room or kitchen, you continue to search. When you hear noises coming out of his game room, you softly knock on the door.Â
âLando?â You ask while knocking again.Â
In no time the door is opened. Lando is standing in front of you. You feel a bit distracted when you look at Lando. In some weird way you canât stop looking at him. The earlier hoodie he was wearing has made place for a white blouse. It suits him. He looks so fine. Fuck.Â
âCan I borrow one of your shirts?â You ask him.
Lando doesnât know what to think, or what to say, or what to do. His eyes are glued on the towel thatâs wrapped around your body. Is it really the only thing youâre wearing right now? He canât even think or function properly right now. He canât look away from your almost bare body. Fuck, he already knows what heâs thinking about the next couple times while trying to orgasm. Your body looks even better then he already thought. He notices your curves and the way the towel accentuates them even more.
âDid you hear me?â Itâs your voice that pulls him out of his thoughts.
âOh no sorry,â he quickly mutters. He tries to look you in the eyes, but his eyes keep hanging on your body. He focusses on your breasts which are almost in his sight. Itâs not hard to miss that youâre a bit cold, your nipples are coming through the towel.Â
âI wondered if you have something for me to sleep in?â You ask Lando again, surprised he didnât hear you the first time. âI forgot my pajamas at home.â
âOf course,â Lando quickly replies. He takes you with him to his bedroom and searches through his closet for a bit. When he found a particular shirt, heâs quick to hand it to you. Itâs not a coincidence that he chose a shirt with his name all over it. He hopes heâs going to see you into it. Within seconds you have left him alone again.Â
Lando sighs and walks back to the other room. This is going to be hard for him, but he can only hope that heâll manage to win your heart eventually. When his phone vibrates, he quickly looks at it.Â
Max: Explain how Iâm FaceTiming with Y/N and seeing her in one of your shirts already???
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part two
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Too Sweet
Summary: Getting divorced from your ex wife after a measly two years of marriage wasnât exactly your plan, so now youâre packing up and moving back to your quiet small town, will old flings bring back even older feelings?
an: Count on me to hop from dark brooding vampire Ellie to high school sweethearts Ellie within the same month. Letâs just be completely honest, are you even apart of this community if you havenât dabbled in mechanic!ellie? Long story short, Iâm a sucker for a summer romance, so I hope you all enjoy!
Warnings: MDNI!! eventual smut in later chapters!!, this one is sickly sweet Iâm sorry (but also very angsty), reader is a bit of a tough cookie at the beginning of this (her hearts broken and her walls are back up what do you want me to do), mentions of cheating (no main characters donât worry, mentions of alcohol consumption (all characters are 21+ ofc), lots of flashbacks, lots of kissing, pet names (baby, princess, angel, and a few special ones), mentions of cigarettes, pls lmk if I missed anything!!
Read part 2 here!!
The summer breeze was cool against your body, the linen blanket protecting your bare legs from the prickly grass, the stars even seemed extra brighter, almost putting on a show for you and Ellie as you both gazed up at them.
The summer after your senior year of high school seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye. One moment, you were walking across the stage in front of your entire class, taking she diploma youâd worked for since you were in kindergarten, all of those countless years of school finally coming to that moment, and the next, youâre laid out on the ground in your backyard with Ellie, soaking in the feeling of your last night together before it was time to leave for college.
You noticed Ellieâs hand reach up, finger pointing to a small pair of stars at the very corner of the deep navy blue sky.
âSee those two? Tucked away in the corner? I think that oneâs usâŠâ she hummed out. It sounded like she was sure of it too, like it was a well known fact that she was simply sharing with you. It makes you giggle, rolling over to straddle the girl beneath you.
And itâs like the very stars above are in her eyes when sheâs looking up at you, her hands caressing your soft, bare thighs, watching as your hair frames your face oh so perfectly. One of her hands reaches up, tucking it behind your ear as she gives you a soft smile.
âWho told you could be so fuckin pretty?â She pouts out playfully, almost angry with how beautiful you are. It makes you roll your eyes, bringing your hand down and giving her cheek a soft pinch.
âShut upâŠâ you mumble out, quickly becoming shy beneath your girlfriendâs gaze.
In that moment, you realize just how much youâll miss moments like this. You were going off to the big city to live your dreams and go to college, and Ellie was staying behind because frankly, school was never really her thing. You knew that when both your decisions had been made, that it would more than likely affect your relationship. The thought makes you frown, and Ellie notices immediately.
Sheâs giving your thigh a soft pinch, sitting up and giving you all her attention.
âI thought we said no pouting todayâŠyou promisedâ she sighs out, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. It doesnât really help, your hands loosely wrapping around her shoulders as you stare down at her lap that youâre settled on.
âI justâŠknow that everything will change tomorrowâ you sigh out, a soft pout on your lips as you avoid Ellieâs gaze.
She hums out in understanding, listening to your worries, simply allowing you to voice them. She lets a moment pass by before she responds.
âItâll only change if we let itâŠIâll come visit you all the time, and you need to come back to bake me and my dad cookiesâ she hums out nonchalantly, giving you a gentle shrug, which only earns a soft huff and a nudge from you to her shoulder.
âIâm serious ElâŠI hate the idea of being without youâŠâ you huff out softly. She chuckles as you give her a shove before she leans in to give you another soft kiss.
âI am being seriousâŠâ she drawls out, pulling away from you and cupping your cheek softly, staring into your eyes with so much love and care, it was almost unbearable.
âYouâll always be my girlâŠyou know thatâ her voice is above a whisper, as if you and her were the only two people in the world. Sat there, in the quiet back yard of your even quieter neighborhood, the wind chimes clanking together on the front porch, paired with the sound of the rustling of the trees in the breeze, all of it coming together to create something of a perfect lullaby that can only be described as Ellie.
And her words make your heart bloom, giving you the hope that you needed to wake up in the morning and start your journey as a small town girl in the big city, knowing that if all else fails, youâd always have your Ellie to look forward to and depend on when you needed her.
Your cheeks almost feel sore with how big youâre smiling, leaning in and pressing a loving kiss to your girlfriends mouth, to which she accepts gladly, strong hands on your hips as she pulls you down to lay on her chest as her back hits the ground softly.
âI love you so much, EllieâŠâ you sigh out against her lips, barely giving yourself enough time to say it between the passionate kiss you two share. It makes her smirk against your lips, nodding as she gives your waist a gentle squeeze.
âLove you more, dream girl..â she hums out against you as she practically drowns herself in you.
Itâs funny, because while that all felt like it happened just yesterday, it had been almost five years since youâd last seen Ellie Williams in the flesh.
Because as most teenage girls do, they aim for the stars. They believe that the skyâs the limit in the adult world, and where thereâs a will thereâs a way, and tons of other stupid sayings that are just words used to promise yourself something that may or may not happen.
All of it was just that, words that didnât amount to anything.
Because you didnât expect for the city and college to be the way that it was. The first night you moved into your apartment was one of the most hectic youâd ever experienced. You were a girl from a comically small town, catapulted into this fast paced world filled with adults who were going and coming from work, other students trying to make a name for themselves, and people simply trying to live.
To put things into simpler terms, you just werenât available enough to keep Ellie in your life.
While she spoke to you on the phone almost the entire night of your first night in your apartment, soothing you and helping you sleep, and she made sure to text you in the morning and make sure you had everything you needed, your responses on the other end just became less and less frequent. Phone calls slowly stopped, text messages werenât getting answered, and you gradually disappeared from Ellieâs life, the city swallowing you hole and keeping you away from her.
The worst part about it? You barely even noticed Ellie wasnât in your life anymore. Between your classes and your job, you barely had enough time to breath let alone keep a relationship with your girlfriend.
It wasnât until about a year into city life that it all happened. You were so absent, that you didnât even realize Ellie sent you a message one day saying it was best to just be friends rather than try to keep a relationship, wishing you the best in a way that sounded far too understanding.
Before you knew it, you found a girl to take Ellieâs place in your heart. She was smart, and kind, and from the moment you laid eyes on her in a bar in the city one night after exams, you knew she had to be yours.
Soon enough she was, the two of you moving a bit too fast for your parents taste. Getting married fresh out of college wasnât exactly what they wanted for you, but you were happy! And thatâs all that truly mattered to you.
Man, should you have listened to them.
Two years. Two fucking years with the girl you were planning on devoting your loyalty to for the rest of your life was all you had, all you were given until you caught her fucking her coworker into the mattress of the bed you two shared. To say you didnât see it coming would be a lie. Your ex wife was a fucking moron who couldnât lie to save her ass. Youâd only been gaslighting yourself for the last six months of your marriage into thinking she was just going through a rough patch or even planning some romantic getaway for the two of you.
No romantic getaways though, only heartbreak.
It was like you couldnât even cry when you saw it, your body freezing at the sight of them in your bed once you followed the very loud trail of moans leading to your bedroom. The idiots, they didnât even have the decency to do it in a fucking hotel or something.
So as your wifeâs (ex wife) chasing you through your apartment, watching as you silently grab your suitcase and throw your things into it, the girl on your bed watching with wide eyes as she grips your favorite silk sheets against her chest to cover herself, you only truly have one thing on your mind.
âCome on babyâŠIâŠit was one time! You have to believe me!â Sheâs calling out like a wailing child, and the voice you once loved with all your heart sounds like nails on a chalk board. You swiftly tug your wedding ring off of your finger, tossing it onto the coffee table.
âMy lawyer will send over the divorce papersâ you speak out clearly, wanting her to hear ever fucking syllable that exits your mouth before you leave the apartment with the door slamming behind you, muffling her pathetic pleas behind the door.
You needed to go home.
Driving back to your home town was something youâd always imagine would be therapeutic. You imagined yourself packing your kids into a car with your wife, and making the drive all the way back to show them where their mommy grew up, allowing them to see a side of you that not many got to see.
This drive was nothing like that.
Instead, you were alone. Your old Cadillac your dad gifted you as a graduation present was practically begging you to get back on the road again. While it felt good to drive instead of taking a bus or a train, the circumstances made your heart ache.
While you didnât cry when you initially found out about your wifeâs affair, it all seemed to hit you on the drive back home, crashing down on you and making it hard to breath. You had to pull over and collect yourself for a good thirty minutes because the tears in your eyes were blurring your vision too much to drive.
You couldnât even feel excited to go home, not with the overbearing weight of heartbreak leaving an ugly feeling in your chest.
Itâs like your town is frozen in time. The same stores are there, the same shady trees, everything is just how you left it. It comes as a relief to you, because if your town had undergone a shitty futuristic makeover by some big corporate asshole looking for new business opportunities, you probably wouldâve lost your mind.
The street where your house sits is just the same. There are kids riding their bikes up and down the quiet block, reminding you so much of yourself when you were their age. They even wave to you, giggling and smiling at you as if youâd been there the whole time, even though youâre sure a handful of them were born well after youâd left town.
And there your house sits, quiet and empty, practically waiting for someone to step in and fill her up. Sheâd been void of any of your family members ever since your parents became empty nesters and decided to travel the world. They of course let you know that the house was more than yours when they found out about your divorce. They told you theyâd been needing someone to step in and take over for a while now since theyâd been gone, that you were just the person they needed.
You knew they were saying that just to make you feel better.
Stepping out of your car and looking up at the house that you once called home makes your emotions all the more intense. It makes you feel old, but it makes you feel like youâd moved too fast all at the same time, your feelings contradicting each other in that sense. You have to take a deep inhale, swallowing back the tears that threatened to spill out onto your cheeks as you took a moment longer to take in the big house before you decided it was time to start moving your stuff into the house.
Besides a new couch and some new paint, the house is virtually the exact same as the way you left it. It makes your heart ache, because you realize you havenât been back since the night you left when you were eighteen years old. You were too eager, too excited to leave behind the life your parents had built around you from the day you were born, that you neglected to even visit the world that theyâd created for you.
It makes you feel like a bad daughter.
And suddenly youâre crying again, with no one to hold or console you, remind you that everything is fine and it only feels like the world is crashing down on you. Your life had gone in a way that youâd never expected, taking a course that you never saw for yourself, and it had its way of ignoring everything that youâd achieved, instead making you feel like a failure.
Your bedroom hasnât changed either. The same shitty posters and figurines are still littered along your walls, your desk and your dresser, reminding you of all the silly little interests and hobbies you had as a young girl.
All the ones youâd forgotten as an adult.
It makes your heart ache, because it feels like everything is just crashing down on you and making you feel like all the things youâd been ignoring are practically begging, forcing you to acknowledge them, forcing you to feel them.
That first night back consists of you crying in the bath, followed by crying in your bed until youâve fallen asleep.
You donât leave the house for a few days, almost a week, thanking the forces of the internet that DoorDash had come to your small town, allowing you to feed yourself without the consequences of stepping out into town.
You werenât ready for that. You werenât ready for the people of your town to recognize you, to see the once happy, golden girl of their town that made it out of it all to get to the big city, back. Now lacking that sparkle she used to have in her eyes.
They all cared about you deeply, you could see it in the way they asked your parents constantly about you. But you couldnât face them, not yet.
It doesnât take long for the rest of your things that youâd shipped down to arrive at your house, a big truck stopping outside your house one early morning before setting everything in your garage. Once they left, you were faced with the task of moving all of the shit youâd accumulated in the city, into your new home.
And what a surprise it was when you were just about to grab a big box, only to see a familiar old grey truck pull up into your driveway next to your car.
Joel hadnât changed at all. He was still just as old and burly as you remembered, his eyes crinkling at the edges with those familiar little wrinkles and his smile shining through the thick hair covering the bottom half of his face.
âWell would you look at who the cat dragged inâ he chuckles out as he steps out of his car, old boots settling down onto the hot concrete of your driveway as his hand rested on the top of the car door.
His presence is enough to light up your face, quickly setting down the box as you rush out of the garage to meet the man outside of his car. The feeling of his strong arms wrapping around you in what could only be described as the closest thing to what hugging a bear feels like, temporarily mends your broken heart.
âDidnïżœïżœt think Iâd be seeing you againâŠitâs good to have you back kidâŠâ he sighs out, chin pressed to the top of your head as you press your head against his chest. You can smell the faint scent of pine and cigarettes, further proving how much Joel has managed to stay the same since youâd last seen him.
You donât trust yourself to respond, feeling the familiar tightening of your throat, the burning at your eyes and the tingle in your nose.
Joel had become somewhat of a second father to you, what with you and Ellie growing up together and all. Between your dad and hers being best friends, and you and Ellie being as close as you were, only to end up dating in high school, it wasnât exactly a shock that you two had become so close with each others families.
Despite the heat of the summer time sun beating down on the both of you, you canât bring yourself to let go of him. It feels like heâs the first person thatâs hugged you in a long time and youâre fighting back the urges to cry with a fucking bat.
He chuckles softly, giving you a gentle squeeze before he pulls back, looking down into your eyes only to see that theyâre pooling up with tears. You remind him so much of that little girl that was in and out of his home, stealing his daughterâs heart and running off with it to the big city to chase your dreams.
He can see so clearly just how much youâre hurting.
It makes him frown, bringing his hand up to ruffle your hair playfully.
You sniffle, biting back your tears as you stare up at the man. âWhat are you doing here?â You croak out, far too choked up to get a proper sentence out.
He hums softly as he looks up at the house, and then to the boxes filling up your garage, which he gestures to. âYour folks gave me a callâŠsaid youâd been cominâ homeâŠthey asked if Iâd be able to help you get settled inâ he explained, his eyes squinting a bit as if to size up the amount of things you had to take up before he gave a firm nod, as if confirming heâd be more than able to.
He looks back down at you, giving you his signature warm smile before he continues. âI was indeed freeâŠso here I amâ he confirmed with a chuckle.
You simply blink up at him, trying to gauge whether or not he knows, if your parents told him exactly why you were coming home along with telling him that you were coming back in the first place. Clearly you were moving back home, and he knew that youâd been married.
But he doesnât say anything further. He doesnât say heâs sorry, he doesnât ask if youâre okay. He simply treats it like youâre just coming back home because you want to, not because youâre running away from something.
You decide to simply leave it at that.
Soon youâre giving him a soft smile, nodding as you look back at the boxes before leading him into the garage. You let out a soft sigh as you look at the work cut out for you two before you gesture towards them.
âItâs a lot, Mr. MillerâŠand I donât expect you to help with everything so-â heâs quickly cutting you off, the older man scoffing as he bends down to grab one of the bigger ones in a way thatâs far too impressive for a man his age.
âMr. Miller? The city went and made you all formal? NowâŠcome inside and show me where you want theseâ he hums out casually, making you giggle softly before you grab a box yourself, moving to walk in front of him before you nod inside.
âFineâŠbut at least let me feed you once weâre finishedâ you make sure to add before leading him inside and show him where to place the box he had.
Soon, itâs nearly mid day and your garage is free of boxes. You almost donât believe how quickly you and Joel were able to get all of the boxes in, the man moving quick for his age. You had to bite your tongue from mentioning it, knowing that heâd scoff and tell you he could run circles around the young kids asses any given day.
He of course lets you hold up your end of the bargain, making him a sandwich and some freshly squeezed lemonade just in time for lunch. Sitting down with him at your kitchen table makes you face just how lonely youâd been in that house. Sure, you didnât mind doing things on your own, you were by yourself for the first three years of college before you met your ex wife. There was just something about being in your childhood home that was once bustling with life, always buzzing with the sounds of a family, now only filled with you and the soft patter of your feet against the wooden floor when you had to get from one point to another, that seemed to leave your heart feeling even more hollow than it already had become.
You knew that with some food and some spare time to simply sit with each other, conversation would erupt between you and Joel, so it didnât come to a surprise when he finally mentioned the elephant in the room.
The plates were filled with crumbs and some discarded sandwich crust, glasses half filled with ice and a few lemon edges as you sat across from each other, the warm summer breeze blowing the lacy curtains further into the house.
âI donât mean to pryâŠbut what made you decide to come home?â He questions innocently. You know he isnât doing it to gossip or lurk too deep in places that he doesnât belong, heâs simply curious. He could see that look in your eyes when he first got there, and he knew that there was something behind them begging to get out, begging to be heard.
It makes you hum, your fingers lazily wrapped around the white and yellow striped straw in your cup, swirling around the remnants of your drink before you let out a soft sigh.
âI umâŠmy wife and I got divorcedâŠâ your words trail off, almost ashamed to say them. You let out a soft scoff, nodding as you catch Joelâs shocked face before you continue.
âShe was sleeping with her coworkerâŠin our bedâŠâ you pour salt on the wound with that one, a soft chuckle leaving your lips before you sigh, finally looking over at Joel to see heâs giving you and apologetic frown, his hand reaching over to grip your hand on the table, giving it a gentle squeeze.
âKidâŠIâŠ.fuckâŠIâm sorryâ he tries, and youâre shaking your head to stop him before he can even continue further.
âI shouldnât have married her so quicklyâŠmy parents told me it wasnât a good idea but IâŠwas too eagerâ you mumble out with a shrug before you give him a soft smile, your hand moving up to give his a squeeze instead, wanting to assure the now sad man that everything was fine.
âIâm okay JoelâŠreallyâŠif anything itâs karma for what I did to Ellie-â heâs quickly cutting you off, seeing the way youâre simply talking out of your ass at this point.
Heâs shaking his head, settling back in his chair before he cuts you off. âNoâŠnuh-uhâŠEllie has never blamed you for how things ended and you know thatâ his voice gets a bit more firm, wanting you to fully understand what heâs trying to convey.
You canât help but frown as you stare down at the old kitchen table, far too deep in thought to even listen to the man. He can tell, he can see that youâre zoning out and getting deep in your head, so he pushes himself forward, resting his forearms on the table as he gets a bit closer to you.
âShe knew how much leaving meant to youâŠsheâs never once blamed you for anythingâ he tries again, this time trying to convey to you how truthful his words were, how much he truly meant them.
Hearing her name only makes your heart hurt more.
Because it felt like the universe was punishing you for not choosing her, for choosing the wrong girl instead of the one that youâd be given, the one that was simply perfect for you. You knew you were wrong for it, but was all of this necessary?
You donât say anything, simply giving the man a soft smile before you nod, moving to grab the empty plates and cups and moving them to the sink, desperately trying to escape the conversation.
You hear him hum softly behind you, knowing it means heâs going to speak further. âShe owns the car shop in townâŠ.bought it off of Mr. Johnson a little while after you leftâŠâ he explains.
The thought of Ellie had crossed your mind the moment you came to terms with the fact that you were moving back home. She crossed your mind a lot, but knowing that there may or may not would come a time where youâd have to face her again had your stomach in knots. You knew little to nothing about Ellie now, you didnât know what she was doing or whether or not she was still living in town, you didnât even know if she was with someone or not.
So to hear her father confirming that she was in fact still there, still around and not angry or bitter over the way things happened, it felt all too much like Joel trying to play Cupid between his daughter and her high school girlfriend.
His words make you freeze for a moment, your hands stilling against the dish and the sponge in your hand. He notices this, standing up from his seat at the table and moving to stand next to you, his palms pressing against the counter as his neck cranes down to eye you carefully.
âYou should stop byâŠsay helloâŠif you wantâ he assures you, wanting you to know that it was completely up to you and what you were comfortable with. You finally look up, giving the older man a soft smile before nodding.
âIâŠthanks JoelâŠfor everythingâ you manage, finishing up the dishes before you grab a nearby rag to dry your hands. He smiles warmly as he nods before he brings his hand up to check his watch, sighing softly as he nods his head towards the door.
âIâll be heading out now thenâŠI have some things I need to take care of in townâ he explains, looking down at you and giving you a slight nod. âYou call me if you need anything missyâŠyou hear?â He firmly reminds you before cracking a smile, reaching out and giving your arm a gentle squeeze before you walk him out of your house.
That night, Joelâs words echo throughout your head, and all you can think about is seeing Ellie again. Should you even consider it? Was it even a good idea for a newly divorced girl to be dabbling in the world of her old flings? Her first fling to be exact?? It all somehow sounded like a recipe for disaster.
Yet you couldnât stop yourself from mentally searching through your closet for an outfit to wear on your first official outing.
After about another week of sulking in your house, you finally haul an old pair of denim shorts and a nice white linen blouse and force yourself out of your front door. Sure, you wouldâve preferred crawling under your sheets and sobbing into your pillow, wondering why this had to happen to you, and why you couldnât have a long happy marriage like everyone else, but healing had to start somewhere. You knew that you couldnât do any of that if you continued wallowing in your own self pity.
The sun does a good job at pulling you out of your home. The weather was too nice to stay stuck inside of an old house all day. Summer vacation was in full swing, paired with the neighborhood kids bringing out the old sprinkler and everything, youâre sure you can even hear the ice cream truck coming down the road when youâre pulling out of your driveway.
Itâs like you can finally see the beauty of your little town whenever youâre put together with the intention of coming out. Itâs almost like the opposite of living life with rose colored glasses, instead you were blinded by a grey fog that came with your divorce, keeping you from truly seeing all that your home town had to offer.
Being in town does more for you than youâd ever imagine. Visiting the old faces that were once apart of your day to day almost makes it feel like youâd never left. Mrs. Charlotte still owns the little produce store, youâd always visit her after school and on the weekends because she always had some of the best strawberries no matter the season. The smile on her face when she saw you was one like no other, the woman grabbing you and pulling you into her chest the moment she saw you walk into her shop.
Mr. Johnny still owned the local photography store, he gave you your first job when you were sixteen years old. Heâs partially to thank for helping you pay for college. You couldnât believe your eyes when his little girl that you used to babysit was getting ready for her final year in high school, working in the same position you were when you were her age.
And Mr. and Mrs. Peters made sure to stop you when you were passing by their old pet store, Mrs. Peters unable to believe her eyes when she saw the golden girl passing by her old shop. She scolded you for not writing her earlier, letting her know that you were coming into town. You make it up to her by telling her youâre here to stay, and that youâll make it a point to have both her and her husband over for dinner one of these days whenever theyâre free.
So? Nearly nothing has changed. Sure, everyoneâs gotten a bit older, but so have you. Youâve changed, and youâve grown, and youâre so much different and so much more than the small towns golden girl that finally made it out to the big city, just to get her heart broken in the process of it all.
And thatâs what you remind yourself as you find yourself pulling up to the familiar car shop that Joel had mentioned the week before.
Itâs no surprise that Ellie ended up finding herself to be the owner of the local car shop in your town. Sheâd always loved cars, working on them, fixing them up, everyone in your school knew that if you had a problem with your vehicle, youâd call Ellie. She was the one that came together with your dad to fix his old Cadillac, fixing her up, turning her out and making her brand new for your adventures in the big city.
Standing in front of her shop makes your heart beat right out of your chest. But youâre here already, so you might as well just suck it up and walk right in.
As you do so, you canât help but let the lingering thoughts take over. The suns already setting at this point, and youâre sure sheâs close to closing up if she hasnât already. What even was the point? Ellie probably didnât even wanna see you! This was all Joelâs idea and what if he was just trying to make you feel-
âIâll be right there!â You hear a familiar voice call out from the back, making your heart beat faster just from the sound of it.
She sounds the same, yet more mature. Her voice deeper with a bit of roughness to it, making her sound all the more irresistible. It makes you stand in the opened garage of her shop, surrounded by all of the cars that are opened up or hoisted up into the sky, your hands gripping your bag almost nervously as you stand there, frozen, unable to move.
Soon, sheâs emerging from the back. She has a pair of navy overalls on, the sleeves tied around her waist, leaving her top half in a white wife pleaser, both of which were covered in motor oil and grease. Her arms are bigger, and covered in tattoos, something you remembered her saying sheâd do the second she got the money for it. Sheâs taller too, and her hair is shorter, gone is the familiar pony tail she always had, instead it stops just at the nape of her neck, messily tossed into a bun while a few strands rests against her skin. her features stronger too, sharper.
Sheâs so different, yet so similar to the Ellie you remember, your Ellie. She still has the power of taking your breath away with a single glance.
âWell Iâll be damnedâŠis that the dream girl?â She chuckles out with a soft smirk on her lips, pulling a red rag from her back pocket to wipe her hands clean. The nickname leaves goosebumps trailing down your skin.
Dream girl.
You recall the nickname from the many times you were with Ellie. Back when you two dated, sheâd go on and on about how perfect you were, how she knew you were the girl of her dreams, animated into real life from the moment she laid eyes on you. You were the girl of her very dreams, and she never failed to remind you of that. Ever.
Hearing her call you that has your lips twitching up into a shy smile as you give her a shrug.
âIn the fleshâŠâ you mumble out, biting back an embarrassed giggle as the girl clearly drinks you in, eyes shamelessly raking up and down your body.
âJesusâŠcome here!â She groans out as she rushes towards you, strong arms wrapping around your middle and pulling you up, spinning you around as she keeps you in her arms. It makes you laugh loudly, a deep guttural laugh leaving your lips, possibly for the first time since your divorce.
The feeling of Ellieâs strong arms wrapping around your body feels like your missing puzzle piece has been given back to you, like youâve been reunited with a part of you that you left behind far too long ago.
But sheâs so much stronger now, and sheâs older andâŠandâŠ
It all just feels so right.
âEllie stop! Put me down, youâre filthyâ you whine out, landing a playful slap to her sweaty arm as she chuckles, finally setting you back down onto the floor.
She chuckles softly, settling her hands on either one of her hips as she lets out a sigh, a soft smile on her face. âIâm surprised the town hasnât thrown a damn parade when they heard youâd be hereâŠmy godâ she sighs out, practically in awe with your very appearance.
âCome on back, Iâm just finishing some paperwork before I closeâ she nods her head to the back where she was moments ago, which you quickly follow her as she guides you.
Her garage is empty except for her, most likely working overtime after her employees had gone home, which was very much like Ellie. The walls are covered with the same posters of the bands you knew Ellie loved, as well as a healthy collection of vintage car photos, which isnât a shock at all since those were always the center of Ellieâs car obsession.
The place seems nice and worn in, it suits Ellie in the best way.
Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear her let out a soft hum. Sheâs leaned up against her work table, wiping her hands off further with her red rag before she tosses it over her shoulder, crossing her toned arms across her chest as she eyes you fondly, a soft smile on her face.
âYou havenât changed one bitâŠâ she hums out, eyes trailing on your face as she keeps that fine smile on hers. It makes you feel shy, the same way you felt all those years ago when your feelings for Ellie really started to shine through, and every little thing sheâd say would have you giggling like an idiot.
You roll your eyes, biting back a smile as your top teeth sink into your bottom lip, shrugging as you move your hands up to loosely rest on your own arms.
âPleaseâŠthe city has practically chewed me up and spit me outâŠIâm surprised I donât have wrinkles yetâ you huff softly, bringing your hand up to your forehead to make sure you werenât frowning again, a habit youâd picked up recently.
Getting cheated on made you far too miserable.
She chuckles, shaking her head as her pink tongue darts out to lick her lips, still soaking you in like she would the sun.
âNahâŠa face like that? Not even the city could ruinâ she adds, giving you a small wink.
It warms you heart up in the best of ways, finally giving you a moment to stand still and enjoy life without letting the actions of your ex wife consume you. She makes you forget all about it, reminding you of a time where the thought of getting cheated on, didnât even cross your mind.
You two stand there for a moment, seemingly taking each other in, enjoying the moment. Itâs clear that sheâs flirting, and it feels so similar to the days of your old life. It feels like the times where you and Ellie would spend hours talking outside your house or hers, when youâd shyly smile and giggle at one another when you were unsure of your feelings, when things were fresh.
You can tell Ellie feels it too, because sheâs quick to blink a few times in your direction before she clears her throat, smile dropping as she turns around to busy herself with something on her desk.
âHowâs that wife of yours? Sorry I couldnât make it to the weddingâŠwas umâŠ.was busyâ she mumbles out.
Although her back is facing you, you can practically hear the way her eyebrows furrow and her lips twitch into a frown. It was a subject that you two hadnât spoken about much. Youâd told Ellie about your ex wife when you two first started dating, and you told her about the engagement and the wedding youâd been planning, because before anything else, Ellie was your friend, and you two shared everything with each other.
But you couldnât ignore the almost nauseating weight that settled in when you spoke to her about it. The way she tried to seem as happy for you as she could without letting underlying feelings bubble up to the surface.
You could sense that same weight now, as she asked you about the woman that broke your heart.
It rips you away from the little fantasy youâd been given with Ellie, reminding you of the dark reality of why youâd returned, and what it was that had forced you out of the city and back to your home town. Thinking about telling Ellie about what happened and actually doing it were two very different things, and the seconds of silence that passed between you began to turn into minutes, minutes where you silently begged to disappear into thin air instead of admitting to Ellie what it was that happened.
âUmâŠsheâŠâ you stuttered out, struggling for a moment before your eyes fluttered shut, and you took a deep inhale, grounding yourself before you finally spoke once more.
âWe got divorced.â You finally manage to get out, your balled up fists finally relaxing down at your sides as your shoulders deflate, the weight of your situation finally releasing itself from your body as you admitted it to her.
You see her still for a moment, movements halting completely as she struggles to comprehend what it was that youâd said, what it was that she was hearing.
Hearing about your girlfriend was a jab to the chest, but it wasnât like she didnât see it coming. Plus, itâs just a girlfriend! And you were all the way in the city anyways, who was Ellie to be jealous of that? Hearing about your engagement was also fairly hard, it wasnât like she spent countless nights at the bar drowning out her sorrows over the one that got away. Seeing your actual wedding invitation though? Man, that was fucking hard. Ellie isnât entirely sure how she got through that part. Ignoring it was the easiest way how.
Ellie would spend night after night wishing on a single star that youâd get divorced from that woman, knowing deep down she wasnât the right one for you. Call it a gut feeling or call it jealousy, whatever it was, there was a constant lingering feeling that Ellie had ever since youâd gotten married that left a bitter taste in her mouth, one that she felt wouldnât end well with that girl.
And now youâre here, standing in the middle of her old car shop, telling her that you were in fact divorced, and one of the countless stars in the sky has listened to her.
But she canât move. Sheâs frozen in place as she eyes the papers on her desk, that now have no purpose to her since the only thing she can focus on is your words. It makes you nervous, and you take it was an opportunity to clear your throat, wanting desperately to cut the silence in half.
âYour dad told me you owned this place nowâŠso I thought Iâd visitâŠâ you mumble out awkwardly, struggling to find the words to say to Ellie as she simply stood there, back turned to you for what felt like an eternity.
She inhales deeply, finally turning around to face you. You werenât entirely sure what you expected her expression to read, but youâre surprised to see that sheâs frowning, a soft sigh leaving her lips as she leans her palms back on her desk, shaking her head a she eyes you.
âAlways knew those city girls were no goodâŠIâm sorry sweetheartâ she sighs out genuinely. You give her a shrug, shaking your head as you send a half smile her way.
âIâm just glad it happened sooner than laterâŠsaying I have an ex wife is cool thoughâ you snort out, which earns a chuckle from Ellie as she nods in agreement.
âVery coolâŠmakes you sound all grown upâ she winks at you before she nods her head at you. âYou still staying at your old place? Or did you find somethinâ in townâ she hums out, clearly trying to change the subject for your own comfort.
And hersâŠ.
You hum softly as you nod, gesturing off to the direction of your home. âYupâŠmy parents treat the place like itâs a vacation homeâŠI was practically taking it off their handsâ you sigh out in fake annoyance, which makes Ellie laugh softly as she nods.
âManâŠhavenât seen those two in a couple of years. Youâd think theyâre on their honeymoonâ she adds, making you giggle as well.
The summer breeze blows swiftly against your body, your hair blowing with it, fallen blossoms from the apple trees in town dancing along your feet. It doesnât help that youâre dressed in the same pair of denim shorts Ellie used to love so much, looking all too familiar to the girl of her passed, yet so different at the same time.
She stares at you shamelessly, smiling fondly as she simply takes you in.
You furrow your eyebrows, biting back a smile as you eye her closely. âWhat are you staring at, Williams?â You ask her, clearly teasing the girl as she gives you a shrug, biting down on her bottom lip as she gives you a smile.
âYou expect me to not stare when a pretty girl is stood in my shop? What do you take me forâ she shoots out far too smoothly, making you roll your eyes. You shoo your hand at her, turning around to make your way back to your car, knowing that if you stay any longer, youâll probably end up getting charmed by Ellie all over again.
As if she hadnât already done that the moment you laid eyes on her.
âIâm freshly divorced missyâŠnot exactly the top choice at the marketâ you scold her jokingly, giving her a small wave as you walk out onto the curb, making your way back to your car.
âJust wanted to stop by and say helloâŠdonât wanna keep you any longerâ you hum out, giving the girl a small smile as your hand reaches for the handle of your car.
Ellie is moving before she can think, eyes widening as she quickly follows you out to your car, her larger hand gently resting over your own as she moves to pull your car door open for you.
âMy umâŠmy number hasnât changedâŠif you still have it and you wanted to talkâŠor hang out or somethingâŠâ she mumbles out shyly. For a moment, you see her drop the smooth, suave demeanor she had mere moments ago, saying all the right things and strumming all the right chords. For a moment, sheâs Ellie. Sheâs the Ellie that stuttered and struggled to get the words out when she asked you out the first time, or asked you to be her girlfriend.
Sheâs the Ellie that you make nervous.
âDo youâŠhave my number still?â She asks nervously, worried sheâd been reading into this all wrong. It makes you giggle, nodding as you lean your back against your car, staring up at the girl before you speak.
âOf course I have your number, EllieâŠwouldnât lose it for the worldâ you hum out as you give her a soft smile, which has her eyes twinkling as she gives you a small smile.
âGoodâŠâ she managed out as she watches you get into your car.
She hums as she leans down, pressing her arms against the edge of your window, looking into your car before she looks at you. You feel your insides burning at how fucking close she is at that.
âA buddy of mine sâgot a gig down at the Copper Cat this SaturdayâŠif you wanted to come outâ she casually invites you, eyeing you closely to try and gauge your response to it.
Your eyes widen a bit at the mention of the old bar, memories swirling into your head like a hurricane. âThe Copper Cat?? That place is still opened??â You practically shriek in shock of the old bar still being up and running. Your response makes Ellie chuckle as she nods.
âYupâŠand itâs better than ever too. They remodeled last summerâ she explains, you donât miss the proud smile on her face as she practically beams at you. You giggle softly as you nod slowly before you hum, looking down at your lap for a moment as you thought about it a bit. Your ex girlfriend was inviting you to some mediocre show at an even more mediocre bar in the small corner of your town, and you were newly divorcedâŠ
What could go wrong with that
You smile up at her before giving her a nod. âText me and let me know what time youâll be thereâ you give her a nod, confirming that youâll come. You can see the see the way her eyes practically twinkle at that, nodding eagerly as she smiles.
âIâll pick you upâ she quickly replied, leaving no room for you to decline, because sheâd already pushing herself up and off of your window, giving you a bright smile as she nods her head in the direction of the main road.
âGo onâŠbefore I keep you here even longer than Iâm supposed toâ she gives you a wink, which sends your heart until a flurry of emotions, sparking it all up all over again before you roll your eyes playfully, and drive off after giving her a small wave goodbye, her smile seemingly seared into the forefront of your brain as you grinned like an idiot while making your way back home.
GodâŠwere you fucked.
This wasnât a date.
This was simply two old friends catching up after a long time! Ellie had asked you to come out because she probably felt bad for you. She could probably see the tears stained into your cheeks and the absolute trail of sadness that followed you around and thought, âthis girl could use a night outâ, so she invited you.
This wasnât a date.
It was a pity invite! A date would have been some place nice. Ellie was romantic, you knew that. Sheâd treated you better in your puppy love relationship than most girls did while you were in the city, so of course suggesting to go to the bar was keeping it friendly.
This wasnât a date.
It wasnât a date. It was just you going out to a bar because youâre single now and you can do what you want without feeling guilty or wrong for doing fun things. Thatâs all. It wasnât a date at all.
But if it wasnât a dateâŠwhy were you so fucking nervous.
You visited Ellie at her shop on Monday, you werenât set to see her again until Friday night, so why was it the only thing you could think of? You could only think of what to wear, how to act, if you should text her or not, would that be pushy? Would that be overstepping? She told you her number hadnât changed! So obviously that meant she wanted you to text herâŠ.right?
Right?
God, who knew at this point. All you knew, was that you were set to see Ellie this weekend. Regardless of it being a date or not, it was nerve wracking. So when Friday afternoon finally rolls around, you find yourself partaking in things that are a steering a bit too close to pre date activities.
Such as making sure your entire body was nice and moisturized, but that was just for you! That wasnât for Ellie to touch or squeezeâŠor making sure your hair was cleaned and styled, thatâs just because you want to be presentable! You canât let the people of your town see the mess your ex wife made. Or doing your makeup and picking out the perfect outfit. That was simply becauseâŠyou wanted to! Nothing more, nothing less.
You settled on a simple yellow sundress with pink flowers, it hugs your middle perfectly and flows down to your calves, making it just enough to look like you put a bit of effort into your appearance. It almost felt like a breath of fresh air to haul on any old pair of shorts or a nice dress to go out, something the city rarely allowed. The city was too into appearances, everyone needing to wear the best clothes and the trendiest styles when setting foot outside, especially on a night out. It was fun, but it became exhausting after a while, all you wanted to do was to wear your comfy clothes without getting nasty looks.
The beauty of living in a small town.
When youâre finally ready, you catch a quick look at yourself in the mirror, more than happy with your overall appearance before you take a deep breath, and send Ellie a text.
Hii :)
Iâm all ready whenever you wanna come by
It doesnât take more than a few seconds for Ellie to read and respond to your messages.
Awesome :)
Iâm omw
You smile softly at her messages, heart beating a bit faster at the thought of her coming over as you click your phone shut, and move to sit in your living room to wait for the girl to arrive.
Itâs almost comedic how quickly you move to sit on your couch, knee bouncing anxiously as you wait for the girl to pull up to your house. Sitting there gives you too much time to think, too. Because what if this is a bad idea, what if youâre just blinded by the manic excitement that comes with seeing Ellie again, the thrill of being with her, because youâre still very much heart broken, and it isnât like everything will simply disappear once sheâs-
And suddenly you canât think anymore, because all you can hear is a firm knock at your front door, echoing through your house.
It catches the air in your lungs and practically runs with it, leaving you panicking as your eyes flutter between the front door and the clock, and you realize itâs been about fifteen minutes since Ellieâs texted you, and youâd just been sitting on your couch overthinking as always.
Your feet seem to have a mind of their own as they carry you to your front door, moving to open it before you can even come to terms with opening up for it.
And if you think Ellie looked good when you saw her at her shop? GodâŠyou didnât know what good looked like until now.
The white t shirt she wears hugs her body beautifully, covered by an old leather jacket that fits her even better. Her toned thighs are clad in what you can only assume to be expensive blue denim jeans, simply by how perfectly they fit her. Itâs all covered with a fucking cherry on top when you take in her black boots, and a singular silver necklace dangling from her neck.
Youâre sure sheâll notice your heart beating out of your chest any second now.
Sheâs smiling brightly when she takes you in, eyes raking down your form before she chuckles. âLook at youâŠcould almost pass for one of us small town folk in that one..â she hums out, nodding in approval at your laid back outfit.
It makes you roll your eyes, landing a playful nudge to the girls arm as you adjust your bag further on your shoulder. âPleaseâŠI dressed like this even when I lived out thereâ you try to defend yourself, giving her a small frown before you nod your head out to her car.
âShould we get going? Wouldnât wanna miss the main actâ you hum, wanting to get out of your house desperately.
Half of the reason being because you seriously needed to get out of your house and socialize with people that werenât your motherâs porcelain figurinesâŠ.
And the other half being you simply couldnât handle the close proximity of someone as good looking as Ellie much longer.
She hums softly as she nods, stepping to the side and she gives you a bit of space to walk out of your house. âAfter you, city girlâ she teases you once again, earning yet another look of warning from your end, which she simply giggles at.
You canât contain the gasp you let out when you finally lay eyes on Ellieâs ride. The vintage black mustang practically sparkles in the low light of the afternoon sun. You canât help yourself from reaching out and running your fingers along the shiny body of the car.
âJesus Christ EllieâŠ.if I knew youâd pick me up in this, I wouldâve dressed nicerâ you practically gasp out. Ellie chuckles softly as she watches your reaction closely, nodding slowly as she looks at the car with you.
âHeyâŠcity girl comes to town? I need to pull all the stopsâ she explains with a nonchalant shrug. It makes you groan in annoyance, because did Ellie truly have to be this perfect? Couldnât she have grown up to be a moron like your ex wife?
Why did she have to be something out of a fucking romance novel.
Youâre too in awe with the vehicle to acknowledge her remark, a soft, dreamy sigh leaving your lips as you bend down a bit to look at the cream colored leather interior. âYou fix this up yourself?â You hum out softly, although you already knew the answer to that question, you wanted to hear her gloat about it.
You can practically hear the cocky grin on the girls face as she nods. âIs the sky blue? Come on angelâŠyou know nobody does it like meâ she grins out, moving to stand behind you.
âLonger you stare at her, less time you have in herâŠâ she practically purrs out. You have to ignore the way your stomach does flips at her tone, nodding eagerly as you rush to the other side of the car, to which Ellie quickly beats you to it.
âNu-uh-uhâŠa lady never opens her own door, especially a city-â you press your hand to her mouth, silencing her from finishing her sentence as you give her a displeased look.
âFinish that sentence and Iâm going back insideâ you deadpan, which makes Ellie quickly nod as she gives you wide eyes, opening the door for you in silence. You giggle softly, patting her cheek gently before you get into her car. âMuch betterâ you praise her.
She chuckles softly, waiting for you to get in before she rushes to her side to get in and start driving as well.
The familiar bar hasnât changed at all since youâd last been there. Itâs almost scary how much everythingâs frozen in time in the small town, leaving little to no room for changes. It makes you sigh softly, a gentle smile on your lips as Ellie pulls into the parking lot.
âManâŠ.this place really never changes, huh?â You sigh out almost in awe, which makes Ellie chuckle as she shuts the car off.
âWhat can I sayâŠ.Our town prioritizes traditionâ she teases before she looks over at you, giving you a soft smile before nodding her head towards the building. âCome on, my buddy should be up any moment nowâ she urges gently before she gets out of the car, prompting you to follow when she opens up the door for you.
Inside, the place is buzzing. Filled to the brim with the people of your town, young and old, all of them eager for a night of fun after a long week of work. The atmosphere differs greatly from what youâre used to, the clubs and bars back in the city always having a strange vibe to them, one that you couldnât ever really put your finger on.
Being there, with the people that had been born and raised in the same town as you, you were finally able to remember what it was that was missing in the cityâŠ
It was that the people here, were actually having fun.
âIâm gonna grab a drink, you want one?â Ellie leans down next to you, her voice raising a bit to combat the loud music that was already playing. You hum softly, trying your best to ignore the way her scent fills your knows and almost makes you feel drunk. You merely give her a nod and a soft smile before leaning in to speak into her ear as well. âA rum and coke if thatâs okay!â You shout out to her, which earns a smile and a nod. She gives your arm a gentle squeeze, âfind us a spot, Iâll find you when I have themâ she urges before disappearing off into the sea of people to find the bar.
You let out a breath youâd seemingly held from the moment Ellie picked you up from your house, exhaling loudly as you look around at the packed room. There are various booths and stools available to sit, but you opt to lean up against a nearby wall, mainly because you seriously needed a time out from the amount of people there.
You truly didnât expect for so many people to be there, thinking that it would be a barely packed house with a few of Ellieâs friends there to watch the mystery person sheâd been boasting to you about. You couldnât tell if everyone was there to see the performance, or if they were there simply to socialize and drink. You figured it was a mix of both.
Quite a bit of time passes by, and it makes you wonder if Ellie got lost or was having trouble finding you or something. You knew it was stupid to stand on the wall, so you figure youâd search for her instead.
Pushing yourself off the wall and emerging into the sea of people makes you frown, apologizing and squeezing through various people, trying your best to map out where the bar should be. You feel you can just make out the flooded area, when you finally spot Ellie.
And the girl thatâs been keeping her from you.
You can see Ellie holding your drink in her hand, and one you can assume is for herself as the girl chats her up. You can barely make out who Ellie is speaking to, but from the back? You can tell sheâs a looker. Her pretty hair falling down her back, attractive figure, even the way she leans in and presses her hand against Ellieâs arm whenever she laughs makes it clear that this girl is pretty, because all pretty girls know how to flirt in just the best ways possible.
And itâs the strangest fucking feeling, because even thought you caught your ex wife fucking another woman in the bed you both shared, what you feel when you see another girl touching Ellieâs arm doesnât come close to anything youâve ever felt before.
Because youâve never had to see this. Youâve never had to see someone else throw themselves at Ellie. When you were dating, everyone knew that you were hers and she was yours, and even before you two were dating, everyone assumed you were both off limits anyways. It was something that you never had to face, because in the entire time that youâd known Ellie, she was yours.
But now she wasnât. And it was clear that everyone knew that.
It makes you want to turn around and go home, ignore the ugly feeling in the pit of your stomach, call a cab and hide in your house for another month. You werenât ready for this, these feelings that you were faced with were too much, and too fucking confusing. You wanted your bed, and your room, and your house where you were safe and no one and nothing could hurt you, you just needed to turn around and-
âAwe, there she is. Over here!â Ellieâs voice calls out over the loud music, cutting each and every one of your loud, annoying thoughts in half. Your eyes widen a bit when the girl finally turns around, only confirming the point that you had come to earlier. If anything, she puts all of that to shame, because sheâs even more beautiful than you could have ever imagined.
You donât recognize her, but sheâs smiling brightly and waving you over as if she recognizes you, beckoning you over as if youâd all been friends since you were babies. You have to stop yourself from frowning, knowing both this girl and Ellie owed you nothing. You put on a smile, inhaling deeply and making your way over to the both of them.
âSorry I took so long, I couldnât find you anywhereâ Ellie quickly apologizes as she hands you your drink. You quickly shake your head, clearing the lump that had formed in your throat before you give her a small smile.
âUhâŠno worries. I was in an awkward spot anyways, so thatâs my faultâ you assure her.
She can tell somethingâs wrong just in the way youâre speaking, and it makes her eye you closely, trying to gauge your expression, eager to figure out whatâs made the sudden change in your mood. It makes her frown slightly, eyebrows furrowed as she peers down to watch you before she leans in a bit. âYou okay?â She questions softly, her hand coming up to squeeze your arm gently.
The tone of her voice and the hand on your arm makes you want to explode. It makes your head spin and it makes you want to scream at the top of your lungs, because Ellie does not owe you anything! She isnât your girlfriend, and this is simply two friends catching up after not seeing each other for a long time, and it was absolutely doing your head in that she was speaking to you like that wasnât the case.
So you give her a smile, nodding quickly as you shake her hand off of your arm. âIâm fine, just a bit flustered with the crowdâŠumâŠis this your friend?â You as gently as you gesture towards the girl that was politely standing there as you and Ellie had a moment, not daring to intervene as she quietly sipped on her drink and people watched, as to not make things even more awkward than they already were.
Ellieâs frown deepens when you shake her grasp off, eyeing the way her hand falls from your arm. It leaves a bitter taste on her tongue, not used to this far off, separated feeling thatâs settled between the two of you. She wants to dwell on it further, but your question makes her blink out of her confused daze, looking over at the girl standing in front of her.
âFuckâŠright, yes. This is Lilac, she moved into town a few years agoâ Ellie explains.
Great, even her fucking name was beautiful.
Youâre met with the prettiest pair of eyes when Ellie says her name, the girl smiling brightly as she hears Ellie introduce her.
âAhh no need to be formal, darlinâ. Ellie has told me so much about youâ she practically squeals out.
Youâre a bit taken aback when instead of shaking your hand, she tugs you in for a hug, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you close, nearly making you spin your drink. Your eyes widen, using your free arm to wrap around her shoulders and hug her back. You catch Ellie chuckling softly as she brings her drink to her lips, trying to hide her smirk.
Lilac pulls away, pretty glossy lips pulled into a smile as she eyes you, a gentle sigh leaving your lips as she takes you in. âI was wondering when Iâd get to meet youâŠI promise you, Iâd hear at least half the town going on and on about you the first month of living hereâ she giggles out. You smile softly as you nod, taking a sip of your drink before you shrug.
âSorry about thatâŠIâve been hiding I guessâ you mumble out sheepishly, lips ghosting over the rim of your cup as you desperately try to take in as much of your drink as you could without slugging it down like an animal.
There was no way youâd be getting through this night sober.
Ellie watches as the two of you interact, smiling softly as she takes a sip of her own drink ever so often before she intervenes.
âLilac works on the daily paperâŠ.came in and made it all fancy for usâ Ellie chimes in. Her words make Lilac giggle softly, leaning in and pressing her hand against Ellieâs arm, giving her a gentle push.
You try your best to ignore how much that fucking annoys you.
âOh please. All I did was order in some new printing paper and add pretty fonts. Donât let her fool youâ she chirps, leaning into you with raised eyebrows as she gives you a giggle. You donât even have time to respond to her before sheâs asking you another question.
âI hear youâre from the cityâŠIâve dreamed of being there all my life, canât imagine what would bring someone back to a little town like thisâ she sighs out almost dreamily.
Although thereâs no malice or blunt force to her words, you canât help but take it that way. Itâs clear sheâs simply making conversation, trying to get to know you better. Maybe itâs the liquor slowly but surely making its way through your system, making you feel looser, making your tongue looser.
âWasnât really my planâ you make out, eyes drifting elsewhere as you bring your cup back to your lips.
GodâŠ.you just wanted to go home.
She doesnât quite catch the bitter tone in your words, because soon enough thereâs an announcement echoing through the bar, and you know itâs time for that friend that Ellie had mentioned earlier to get on stage and perform.
Lilac squeals excitedly, jumping up and down as her hand grips Ellieâs arm, the girl clearly over the moon for whoever it was that was performing.
GreatâŠ.she knew the guy too?
You have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes, the foreign feeling of jealousy tapping on your shoulder, reminding you of all those intense feelings youâd once had for Ellie. Bringing your cup to your lips to occupy yourself makes you realize the drink was done, making you groan softly.
Your eyes drift over to Ellie and Lilac, both of them enamored with the man that was beginning his on stage. It makes you sigh softly before you lean into them, shouting over the loud music.
âIâm gonna get another drink, you guys want anything?â You barely make out over the loud guitar riff, the both of them denying before they brought their attention back to the musician. With that, you swiftly make your way through the crowd over to the bar.
The second youâre pressed up against the bar, it feels like you can breathe again. Your cheeks felt hot, your chest felt hot, hell, your entire fucking body felt hot. And the worst part of it all, is you could barely decipher the feelings that were plaguing your mind and body.
You sighed softly as you thanked the sweet bartender for the drink. There was enough space at the bar for you to turn around and gaze at the crowd, eyes drifting along the sea of people as you simply sipped on your drink, trying your best to regroup after the entire situation with Lilac.
Because it was weird. All of it was so fucking strange and it was doing your head in. The feeling that sank to the bottom of your stomach when you first laid eyes on them was one you couldnât recognize. It was rare that you ever felt jealousy in your last relationship, which was honestly something that made you feel quite secure in your marriage. Your wife never truly gave you any reasons to feel that way, her attention always on you, never failing to make you feel like the only girl in the room. Thinking back to all of it, the way your marriage ended was almost comedic.
So seeing Ellie, your ex girlfriend of almost five years, and Lilac, one of the most beautiful girls youâd ever laid eyes on, simply laughing and touching one another as friends do? It made you want to rip the entire building you stood in, brick, by brick.
The thoughts alone make you frown, a gentle sigh leaving your lips as you stare down into the fizzy cup of ice, alcohol and soda in your hand. You feltâŠso conflicted, so wrong for allowing these feelings to fill you up and make you feel so intensely about someone who didnât even feel that way about you anymore, and did you even feel that way about her anymore? It was just Ellie. She was your best friend before anything else, so what if she flirts with a pretty girl! Youâd be stupid to think she didnât have other people in her life after you left. What? Did you think sheâd simply sit around waiting for you-
But when you finally lift your eyes up to scan the crowd again, what you find brings all of those thoughts to a halt once again.
Because now youâre seeing Ellieâs hand placed on Lilacâs middle, leaning in as the pretty girls lips ghosted along Ellieâs ear, giggling as she whispered unknown words to her.
And thatâs when you realized, you couldnât do this.
You quickly down the rest of your drink, shoving your hand into your purse and grabbing a fistful of money, sliding it over to the bartender and telling him to keep the change in a low voice. You pass the glass over to him, and begin making your way out of the sea of people in the dimly lit room.
You were stupid to think this was a good idea. Your emotions were so scattered, so messy and cluttered in your head. You were going through a fucking divorce, and now you were getting angry over the mere thought of your ex girlfriend standing next to another girl, let alone going further than that. You needed to get your shit together, and if that meant cutting newly mended ties with Ellie, then so fucking be it.
And itâs as if the once crowded bar isnât able to cover your escape, because you can faintly make out the sound of someone calling for you. You cross your fingers, and hope that itâs someone from high school that just so happens to be there, recognizing you and trying to get a moment with you before youâre able to pounce out of the building.
But unfortunately for you, itâs not. You keep going anyways, hoping that Ellie will drop it or get caught up with someone or something else along the way of her high speed chase for you, but of course, she doesnât.
You let out a loud sigh when you finally push past the heavy metal doors of the bar, the cool summer breeze wafting against your clammy skin, cooling down your warm cheeks. You hadnât even realized it before, but you were practically covered in sweat from all the excitement that had washed over you in such a short amount of time.
Ellie is quick to wrap a gentle hand around your wrist, stopping you from running further.
âHeyâŠwhere you runninâ off to? Shows barely even startedâ she pants out, her own cheeks flushed from pushing and shoving through people to get to you.
The ugly little monster that is jealousy dies immediately when you turn around to look at her. Partially because you know you need to quickly make up an appropriate excuse to your sudden departure, because surely you couldnât tell her the true reason behind your disappearanceâŠ
And also because just looking at Ellie makes you feel whole again.
You let out a gentle sigh before giving her a half smile. âIâm uhâŠIâm pretty tired and I feel a tad drunk. You and Lilac looked like you were having fun so I didnât wanna botherâŠâ you explain, ignoring the way the sweet girls name leaves a rather bitter taste on your tongue.
Ellie nods, her expression gentle and understanding as she fishes her keys out of her pocket. âYou shouldâve told me. Come on, letâs get you homeâ she affirms with a soft smile, nodding her head towards her car as she begins leading you over.
Her words make you quickly shake your head, stepping in front of her to stop her from getting closer to her car.
âNo! No Ellie itâs fine. You were really excited to come tonight and I donât wanna stop you from having fun so just go back in and-â youâre rambling at this point, a common habit youâd developed since you could speak. Ellie knew this, because every time you were flustered, or scared, or even happy, your emotions would get the best of you and youâd spew out words like a sprinkler.
So she chuckles softly, bringing her hand up to your arm and giving it a gentle squeeze as if to stop you.
âSlow down, peachâ she hums out smoothly. The pet name makes your insides burn, her voice sounding like fucking butter as she soothes you, instantly calming you down and shutting you up just as she wanted.
âThere you goâŠbreathâ she gives you an encoring nod, paired with another firm squeeze to your arm before she finally lets go, giving you a soft smile before she speaks again.
âI was excited to come out with you tonight. I see that guy perform every Fridayâ she explains with a soft laugh before she nods her head to her car once again.
âSo, letâs get you home and in bed. Your parents would kill me if I let you roam around at nightâŠ.even though your house is and ten minute walk from hereâ she shrugs before she presses her hand to the small of your back, leading you to her car without a choice.
It makes you whine softly, throwing your head back like a child as she opens up your door and helps you into the car. You arenât even that drunk, a bit warm and tipsy, sure, but you were fine to make it home on your own.
HoweverâŠher warm hand on your skin, paired with the babying, was nice.
Damn her for being so fucking perfect.
A soft huff blows past your pouted lips as she settles into the drivers seat next to you, which makes her snicker as she starts the car. âQuit poutingâŠit was getting too crowded in there anyways, was gonna suggest we head out right before you tried to ditch meâ she shrugs nonchalantly, which earns a playful swat to her arm from your end.
âI was not ditching you! I really am tiredâ you protest, which only makes Ellie chuckle as she puts her hands up in her defense before she expertly pulls out of the parking lot, one hand on the steering wheel of course.
âUh-huhâŠ.lets get you home thenâ she affirms as she gives you a wink before she makes her way to your house.
The summer breeze is cool against your skin, the windows down on Ellieâs car, soft music playing through it as you two simply enjoy the comfortable silence that falls between you both. It reminds you of the parties Ellie would drive you both home from, only for her to sneak up to your room with you and pass out in your bed, cuddled up into each other. Sneaking was a stretch, as your parents always knew sheâd be spending the night when you two were out late.
The memories make the heart ache, and your throat swell, that familiar melancholy feeling filling you up at the reflection of the past staring at you in a pool of your memories.
You barely realize youâve pulled in, the gentle hum of the car coming to a stop as Ellie lets her palms fall to her thighs, a gentle sigh leaving her lips as she stares up at your dark home, nothing but the porch light on to greet guests.
âWellâŠI hope you had fun tonight, peachâŠâ she hums out softly when she finally turns to you, gentle green eyes shining in the dim lighting of her car, barely illuminated by the light beaming down from the moon in the clear night sky.
And you know you shouldnât do it. You should just thank her for the night out, wish her a good night and go inside your house. You were tipsy, and you were extremely emotional, and you were lonely. All of it was a recipe for disaster, and you knew it.
But somehow, you donât stop the words that fall from your lips.
âDo you wanna come inside?â You ask quickly, watching as the girls eyebrows raise in surprise at your sudden burst of hospitality. You inhale deeply before you continue.
âItâs late andâŠthe least I could do is give you something to eat, or drink after making us leave earlyâ you explain further, your hand gripping the edge of Ellieâs leather car seat as you stare at her.
When she doesnât say anything, you feel like an idiot. Sheâs just staring at you and you suddenly feel like youâve read into this all wrong, itâs been years! Why on earth would she want to come inside and hang out with her ex girlfriend, she probably has much better things to do.
âIâd love toâ she beams out, giving you a bright smile before she opens her car door, gets out, and makes her way over to open yours to let you out.
You can practically feel the weight lift off of your chest when she agrees, a soft sigh of relief leaving your lips as you lead her to your front door, making your way up the steps and unlocking it before letting her in.
Ellie hums softly when you turn on the lights, eyes wandering around the familiar home as you toss your purse onto a nearby hanger, as well as kicking your shoes off near the front door.
She hangs her jacket up on the coat rack near the door like muscle memory right after she shuts the front door behind her, a soft smile on her lips as she watches you make your way to the kitchen and open up your fridge.
âI have water, iced tea, lemonadeâŠ.â You list off the various contents in your fridge before you look over at the girl behind you, watching as she stands in the middle of your living room. âWater is fineâ she hums out with a smile, which you nod and grab for her.
Your home is like a breath of fresh air compared to where you and Ellie where not even an hour ago, the two of you quickly falling into old habits as it takes no more than ten minutes for the two of you to make your way out to your back porch, taking a seat on the comfy outdoor couches your father had added in right before you moved out.
Another guttural laugh passes through your lips as you toss your head back, listening to Ellie catch you up on all the small town mishaps and shenanigans that you had missed, and yearned for oh so much since you'd gone.
"Are you kidding me? They fought over a decade old prom crown? I would have paid big money to see that shit" You gasp out, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye as you finally manage to catch your breath.
Ellie chuckles as she nods, bringing her water to her lips before she shrugs. "I'll tell you one thing, I had no idea those old ladies could move like that" She adds with a snort, ripping another burst of laughs from your sore chest.
You don't catch it, but Ellie simply watches you fondly as you toss your head back and laugh, a gentle smile playing on her lips as you struggle to find the words. It warms her heart even further to know that she was the one pulling that out of you, making you smile so big, laugh so hard.
You groan softly, exhaling tiredly as you place a hand on your chest as if to calm yourself. "Man....I seriously cannot remember the last time I've laughed this hard" You add, a soft, satisfied smile on your lips, unaware as to how sad your words may have sounded.
It hits you when you notice Ellie's gentle frown, the one that she gave whenever she was disappointed or when she knew something wasn't right.
"That's a shame...you used to laugh all the time when you were with me" She says matter-of-factly.
Her words catch you off guard, mostly because it was true. Being with Ellie was filled with nothing but smiles and laughs, the ones that had you keeling over and holding onto your belly as you shed a tear or two, unable to control the laughter that left your body, the happiness that filled you up when she was able to pull it out of you.
You hadn't even realized it, but you were pretty sure the last time you laughed like that, was with Ellie.
You hum softly, staring down at your lap as you toy with the frills of your dress, thinking back to all of those times, wishing so badly you could be that girl again.
Wishing you could live that life again.
It's getting late at this point, the warm summer breeze growing colder the higher the moon rises into the sky. It blows onto your skin, goosebumps littering your arms. You feel it's time to tell Ellie to leave, the air growing heavy as you both sit there in silence, her words hanging between you, begging to be responded to.
When you open your mouth to tell her that you're tired, and that she should probably head home, you're interrupted by the feeling of her calloused fingers gently gripping your chin, pulling you to look into her eyes.
"I....I don't know what happened...or why you two decided to split up..." she mumbles softly, and you know she's referring to your ex wife without even saying her name.
She inhales deeply, pink tongue darting out to wet her plump lips slowly before she speaks again. "But I couldn't imagine ever letting someone like you go....no matter what" she sighs out, her eyes staring into yours intensely.
And suddenly, you aren't you anymore. You are, but....you're a different you. You're the you that's filled with hopes and dreams, the you that wrote in her diary every night about everything she was going to do once she made it, the you that would peek her head out of her window to see her girlfriend standing out on her lawn, waiting to pick her up, take her out, and simply drive with the music on and the windows down, enjoying each others company.
You're the you, that's in love with Ellie.
Her green eyes sparkle like gems in the moonlight, the white light illuminating half of her pretty face, making a lump form in your throat as you struggle to find the words to say. You can feel her hand gently creep up to cup your face, and it makes your skin burn even hotter beneath her touch.
The familiar sound of the wind chimes rings through your ear, transporting you back to that very same night, five years ago when you were splayed out on the lawn that was a mere few feet away from you, kissing and loving on your girlfriend that you adored with all your heart.
Ellie hears them too, her eyes glancing up at them above your head. She chuckles softly, hand still caressing your cheek gently before she speaks. "Haven't heard those since the last time I saw you..." She hums out.
With that, it's as if your body moves itself for you, deciding your faith before you can, because you waste no time in leaning in and pressing your lips to hers in a kiss that can only be described as longing, having gone far too long without feeling the pair that they so desperately wanted pressed up against.
Ellie melts into you almost immediately, her other hand coming up to cup your cheek as she kisses you back passionately. Both of your hands come up to hold onto either of her wrists, keeping her close as you lean further into her, wanting more of the girl.
You need her more than air, easily letting her grip your thighs and tug you down to straddle her lap, your hands going up to tangle themselves in her soft hair. When she finally does break the kiss, her lips are on your neck, and your jaw, and your cheeks, and the corner of your mouth, eager to feel any part of you on her needy mouth as her hands roam your body eagerly.
"Missed you so fuckin' much...my dream girl" She moans out, making you whimper as you tug her hair back, angling her face back up towards yours before smashing your lips against hers.
"Let's....let's go inside...." You moan into her mouth, the kiss messy and sloppy as she nods eagerly before the request has even fully escaped your lips.
You waste no time crawling off her lap and tugging her inside, the two of you giggling and moaning as you stumble over your own feet in a dance of need and desperation, the both of you clearly in need of one another.
Ellie is tugging off her shirt as you two make your way through the door, helping you tug off your dress as she stumbles out of her jeans quickly after.
A pile of clothes leads the both of you to your bed, the girl laying you down and crawling over you, strong hands caressing your soft body, tugging at your bra and your panties, mouthing away at your newly exposed skin.
"You don't know how many times I've thought about this...thought about you like this" she admits, needy hands gripping at your waist, pulling you flush against her half naked body as she kisses up to your lips again, slowly pushing her tongue into your mouth as she groans against you, strong hands massaging your skin, kneading it between her fingers.
You moan into her, nodding eagerly as your hands tug her closer, wanting her as close to your body as possible.
"I have to..." you admit mindlessly.
You don't realize it then, but it's the first time that you've allowed yourself to admit that to someone, even to yourself. Those were secrets that you're buried down so deep into your mind, you weren't even sure they were true anymore.
Ellie was able to pull them out thought.
"Gonna...fuckin' worship you...like you deserve, baby.." she moans out, her lips pressing against your boobs that were spilling out of your bra, nipping and biting at your exposed skin.
But when she says that, it's like all the lights suddenly turned on.
It all comes weighing down on you in an instant, what happened, what you'd been through. Your wife had cheated on you with another woman, she promised you everything, the world at your feet if you asked for it, yet she still threw it all away as if none of it was real, as if none of it mattered.
Who's to say Ellie wouldn't do the same?
Your body goes limp beneath her, and Ellie catches onto it immediately, frowning gently as she pulls away to see her suspicions were confirmed.
"Baby? Hey...you with me angel?" She calls out as she watches you staring up at the ceiling, your eyes glossing over as if you weren't even there.
Because you weren't, you were back in your bedroom, in your apartment in the city, watching the woman you thought loved you back, fuck another woman into your mattress as if she were you.
You weren't ready for this.
"I...I can't do this.." You mumble out, voice cracking as your throat began swelling up from the tears pooling in your eyes.
Ellie is quick to sit up with you, tugging the blankets on your bed up so that you were able to shield your chest from the cold air that circled your room, her hand coming up to your back as she peered down at you, brushing your hair out of your face.
"Sweetheart, what is it? did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?" she urges, desperately trying her best to understand what happened, what caused the sudden shift in the atmosphere.
You feel sick to your stomach, shaking your head as the tears begin spilling out onto your cheeks, keeping the blanket tugged close to your chest as you brush Ellies hands away from your face.
"I can't...you need to leave...please leave!" you sob out, shaking your head as all the images of your ex wife come flooding in.
Ellie frowns deeply as she watches you push her away, shutting her out and putting those same walls up that she could feel even when you were miles and miles away from her in the city.
She knows she can't get through to you, not now at least. So she simply gets up off your bed, tugs on her t shirt and jeans, goes downstairs and walks out of your house, her heart breaking as she hears your sobs echoing through the house, following her as she left you there.
And as you laid there, crying in your bed once again, ugly images run through your mind,
it isn't the thought of your ex wife cheating on you, that hurts, but its merely a dull blade to your side now that you've felt Ellie again, those feelings coming back the second her lips were on yours.
No...it's the thought of Ellie doing those things. It's the thought of her promising you the world and still throwing it away, even after she put a pretty ring on your finger.
Because love is ruined for you now, and you aren't entirely sure you could trust anyone to give it to you again.
Even Ellie.
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Are we finally heading into the long awaited Desmond arc? đ It's hard to say yet, but my first thought upon reading the new chapter was that, like, 9 out of the 23 pages was just awkward silence at the dinner table đŹ
Another thing that stood out to me within the first few panels was how different Damian seems at home than at school.
When he's rejected and inconvenienced by Demetrius and Max respectively, he keeps calm and doesn't get mad. On the contrary, he's very understanding and considerate. It's quite different from how he acts in similar situations at school where he's quick to lash out, especially at Anya of course. I'd like to think that what we're seeing in this chapter is more of the "real" Damian; a basically nice kid who longs for a normal childhood with a normal family, but unfortunately was born into the opposite...and because he's not free to openly express his frustration about this due to how uptight and estranged his parents are, he lets out a lot of his negative emotions at school instead. Anya is often the brunt of this due to how often she tries to interact with him in ways that he's not used to.
But anyway, back to the chapter itself, we're also introduced to a new butler at the Desmond house, Mary Jane.
Not sure how prominent of a character she'll be, but the fact that Endo gave her a name (which he doesn't always give to reoccurring characters) makes me think we'll see her again.
We also finally get to see Max and Damian interact. Despite being a German shepherd (I think), I like that Endo made him look distinct from Aaron. Though it seems like he has longish fur...maybe he's a mixed breed? Endo provided this cute illustration along with the chapter release too.
Among all the "Desmond family being awkward at dinner" panels we got, the one that stood out the most to me (and probably others) was this two-page spread.
Showing all of them in separate corners against total darkness, each seemingly in their own little world not looking at any of the others. This is very contrasting to how the Forger family meals are conveyed...
It really makes you wonder - which is the fake family and which is the real family?
A more subtle thing to note about the Desmond dinner is that Melinda never actually eats anything. Throughout all the panels, she's only seen drinking wine and never using her silverware. When she leaves, her plate hasn't been touched.
What I interpret from this based on what we know so far is that she has such an aversion to the Desmond house, and probably Donavan in particular, that she can't even bring herself to eat in his presence.
And lastly, I wanted to touch on the word that Donovan uses when describing the family dinner. In the Japanese version, he uses the word ææ矩ăȘ which means "significant," "valuable," "useful," "of interest," etc.
I got the impression that Damian doesn't know what that word means, which is why it's written in katakana when he asks Jeeves. He says "Hey Jeeves, what's ăŠăŒă€ăź?"
The English version makes it seem like he knows what the word "worthwhile" means, but not what Donovan meant by it in this situation, so slightly different nuance between the two versions.
That about wraps up my thoughts on the new chapter! Like I said in the beginning, I think it could be leading to a new arc focused on the Desmonds, or it could simply be a standalone chapter, and we'll focus on something else next time. Gotta wait and see~
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