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The first time you sleep over Katsukiâs, itâs not long after heâs moved into his apartment with the rest of his friends.
Which is bold, the only one who doesnât flirt with you any chance they get is Mina -mainly because she has her own place- but sheâs always telling Katsuki that the minute you get bored with him, sheâs there to swoop in.
But his friends waste no time in making sure to rile Katsuki up with cheesy pickup lines that mean nothing to you, but everything to him. He hates the idea of having his friends hit on you, but youâd be lying if riling him up wasnât exhilarating.
You smile as you hear bare feet pad along the tiling of the kitchen, a massive presence looming behind you; itâs warm, loving, and you feel yourself relaxing at the closeness.
âMorning,â he rasps, arms wrapping around your waist. You smile and curl against him, tipping your head back to look at him.
âYou hungry?â
âYou didnât have to make us breakfast,â he murmurs, pressing a loving kiss to the curve of your neck.
You mewl and bend your arm to wrap around him, âI know, I just wanted to do something nice for my man and his friends for being such good company last night.â
He grumbles, âdonât ever refer to my roommates as âgood.â Bunch of fucking menaces and creeps.â
âThey canât be too bad,â you hum, turning off the stove. God knows how long youâll both be drooling with affection. âAfter all, you let me meet them,â you coo. âAnd youâd never let your little baby be put in danger.â
âFucking hate when you call yourself that,â he snaps, spidering his fingers up your side. You squeal and shrink to the side, only to be met with pokes on the other. âKatsuki!â
âDonât be a little shit and I wonât have to torment you,â he snickers. Youâre quick to flick off the stove with what little movement your arms can give you while protecting you from tickles, and you duck as fast as you can under his caging limbs to escape.
He must like the challenge, because he lets you go, only to barrel after you into the living room. A small coffee table separates you both, and youâre at a standstill as you watch each other.
âKatsuki!â You giggle, making a sudden dart to try and throw him off your trail. It doesnât deter him, like heâs able to predict what youâre going to do before you do. âY-Youâre gonna wake everyone up!â
âIâm not gonna do a fuckinâ thing,â he snorts. âYouâre the one screaming and whining.â
âAm not!â
âAre too.â
âAm not!â
âAre too.â
âAre not-â
âI think itâs bold of you to argue with me instead of sprinting away.â He shrugs, making a dash for you and wasting no time in grabbing you into his big arms. You writhe and laugh in his grip, desperate to not shriek and wake his poor roommates. Giggles bubble wildly over your lips, and he hauls you back into the kitchen before plopping you onto the countertop, distant from the stove. You instinctively move your hands to card his blonde hair, and he leans in to steal the last of your giggles from your lips.
âHow much time we got before breakfast burns?â He mumbles, hands smoothing up your thighs. Crimson eyes glimmer with mischief, and he bumps your nose with his.
You chuckle and shake your head, legs wrapping around his thick waist, âit was burning before you came in; I turned off the stove so it wouldnât burst into flames.â
He snorts, âgood.â One of the hands resting on the meat of your thighs comes up to grip your chin, ânow I donât have to rush.â
âEw,â you giggle, but it dies as quickly as you said it when he connects your kiss, working his lips against yours in this own way, full of passion and love with just enough tease to have you whimper.
The hand on your cheek shifts down to rest on your delicate throat, dangling like a necklace. A subtle act of dominance to make you shiver.
âI love you,â you murmur against his lips.
âI love you more-â
âEwwwww!!!â
âWho knew he had a weakness?â
âLookinâ good, Dynamight!â
Immediately, Katsukiâs shoulders hike up as the shrill voices from his friends ring through the air. You let out a string of laughter while the other boys you were visiting peer around the wall of the apartment, Sero with a face of disgust, Kirishima with a playful understanding and Kaminari with a cheesy bite of his lip.
âIâm going to KILL YOU IDIOTS!â He barks, abandoning you to dash over to the trio, mainly targeting Kaminari and Sero, who sprint away as fast as they can. Kirishima chuckles and makes his way over to you, helping you off the counter with a sigh.
âHowâs he ever going to keep being Number One if you keep doing this to him?â
You snort and elbow his ribs while somewhere in the house, Katsuki caught Denki, and the screams ring loudly in the walls.
âShut up and help me remake breakfast, dickhead.â
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The Bolter
Sirius Black x fem!reader who meet again [5.5k words]
prompt: poly!wolfstar or just Sirius x reader in which they were friends with benefits but it was obvious they loved each other even though they acted like they werenât. Then, reader finds out shes pregnant and before telling them, they do something stupid. so reader runs away for a few months. When she comes back (only bc she had to for some reason) shes like 6-7 months pregnant
CW: secret pregnancy, angst, FWB to strangers to lovers, second chance fic, post war trauma, both Sirius and reader are meeesssssssssssyyyyy in this! I don't approve of what they've done but I understand it
âSoâŚsheâs coming back?â Sirius asked cautiously, focusing more on the condensation pooling on the coaster underneath his pint than the concerned gazes of his two best friends.Â
âWell, I donât know if sheâs coming back, but sheâll be here for Harryâs birthday.â James mollified, sharing a nervous look with Remus.
âRight.â Sirius murmured around a swallow; throat tight and dry though neither the pint nor the pitcher of water in front of him looked as though theyâd be able to help him with the matter.Â
âAre you going to be alright?â Remus queried, and Sirius offered him the most arrogant scoff he could muster; he missed by a long shot.
âOf course Iâm going to be alright.â He huffed. âWhy? Canât two friends see each other after five and a half months of silence?âÂ
âSirius-â James started, but Sirius carried on.Â
âSheâs the only one whoâs been silent, you know?â Though he knew that they did indeed both know. âIâve tried. Iâve tried reaching out.âÂ
âPads.â Remus offered consolingly, looking frustratingly like he was going to reach a hand out to Sirius as if he were some over tired toddler on the brink of a meltdown.
âStop, no I- Iâm fine, honest.â He insisted as he took a steadying breath. âI- you⌠talked to her, then?â
James and Remus shared another look before James allowed the segue.Â
âMostly by owl, but she has spoken on the phone with Lily a few times.âÂ
Sirius nodded as he considered this; considered the number of owls Sirius had sent that had gone unanswered - perhaps even unopened if the silence meant anything at all.
âSheâsâŚokay?âÂ
Remus let out a sigh as he shot Sirius a tight smile that looked more like a grimace. âSheâsâŚvague.â
âShe doesnât share a whole lot.â James agreed. âSays sheâs fine, things are good. Mostly asks aboutâŚall of us, Harry.âÂ
âSheâs still staying with that great aunt,â Remus added, âhelping her with the property.âÂ
âShe seeing anyone?â There was no point in pretending that wasnât the most pressing matter in Siriusâ mind; of course it was. And as angry and bitter as the idea made Sirius, it would have been his own fault, his own doing. He had no one to blame but himself.Â
And heâd have to live the rest of his life knowing he was the one who let you slip away - pushed you away - right into the arms of someone else.Â
âNot that sheâs mentioned.â Remus responded honestly; he couldnât say for sure that you werenât, but if you were, you clearly hadnât said anything about it.Â
âRight.â Sirius offered shortly.Â
âPads, IâŚwe would understand if it's too hard for you to see her. If you canât come-â
âDonât be daft.â Sirius scoffed deploringly. âIâm not going to miss my godsonâs birthday. If anyone should be missing it, it should be her; Iâve been here for the past four and a half months, sheâs the one who fucked off for good.â
âSirius-â
âI donât understand why you had to invite her!â Sirius shouted then, startling even himself when he realised how breathless he sounded all of a sudden.Â
James smiled at him sadly; Sirius wished heâd stop doing that. âWe wanted all of Harryâs uncles and his aunt to be there, SiriusâŚitâs important, yeah? WeâŚwe almost didnât get this chance.â
Sirius could feel a wicked migraine coming on; between talking about you, the close calls and the fact that the group of you were all alive following the war by nothing but chance, and the fact that the person Sirius was most angry with was himself, he downed the rest of his pint and flagged the server in favour of having to look at the pitiful gazes being shot at him by Remus and James.
Sirius couldnât tell if he was eager for Harryâs second birthday or dreading it. But like it or not, Sirius was going to be seeing you again.Â
It had felt like a good idea at the time.
It felt beyond foolish now, but it had felt like a good idea at the time.Â
*ŕłŕź.ŕłŕż
âSirius, we just won. We just won, why do you have to leave now?â You practically begged as you followed Sirius through his flat.Â
âBecause if I donât get out now, Iâm going to be stuck here for eternity.â He all but spat at you as he shoved articles of clothing into his duffle rather haphazardly. You felt like grabbing the bag from him and folding them properly if the act wouldnât leave you feeling like you were aiding and abetting his abandoning you.
âBut what about James? And Remus? What about Harry? You fought this war for them, and they for you - we just got them back!â
âAnd theyâll be here when Iâm ready to come home!â Sirius shouted; turning to look at you with wild, red rimmed eyes.Â
âWhat about me?â You asked quietly, hating how small you sounded.
âWhat about you?â He asked; face falling painfully neutral. If you didnât know better, you would have thought he was occluding.Â
âIâŚI donât know.â You started awkwardly, shrugging one shoulder. âI thoughtâŚmaybe weâd have a chance now. To try?.â
âY/N.â Sirius sighed as he rubbed harshly at his eyes; entire being oozed exhaustion at having to have this conversation with you. âHave I not been entirely clear about what this was between us?âÂ
âRight.â You agreed quickly, biting roughly on your lip and looking anywhere but at him as he let his hand fall away from his face.Â
âItâsâŚitâs not you, doll-â but even your humourless scoff didnât derail him âIâm not the kind to settle down and be content I- I wouldnât be enough for you.â
âIâm not asking you for any more than what we have, Sirius-â
âYes you are.â
â-I just want you to stay.â
âThatâs too much for me.â He stated; his voice never raised though he may as well have screamed it at you. âI cannot sit here and play house, I cannot be that guy for you.â
âCannot or will not?â You asked quietly, regretting the question the second it came out of your mouth and he looked at you with nothing but pity in his eyes.Â
âY/NâŚâ
âIâm sorry I asked.â You let out with a chuckle as you harshly wiped tears from under your eyes.Â
âItâsâŚitâs not forever, yeah? I justâŚI canât see myself being happy hereâŚnot right now, at least; not for a while.âÂ
âWhere will you go?â Your voice grated painfully as it came out, but you tried to keep an air of nonchalance about you. You wouldnât look at him, but you could see his shoulders shrug helplessly.Â
âI donât knowâŚeverywhere. Anywhere.â
Anywhere was better than stuck here with you, apparently.Â
âI hope itâs nice, wherever it is.â You offered, and you found that you meant it. As much as it hurt to say, you really, really meant it. Sirius had been fighting and running his entire life, and he finally won. If he wanted to celebrate his victory by taking off to be that rich, vague uncle who popped by with lavish gifts every so often, who were you to deny him?Â
You loved him.
You were in love with him.
You loved him enough to let him go.Â
*ŕłŕź.ŕłŕż
He had sent James a postcard a few weeks later. Turns out he started in the South of France; his family had a home there that had been left untouched by the war, and Sirius was going to start by figuring out what to do with the property.Â
And you? Well, you found out you were pregnant.Â
You suppose it was a small mercy that Sirius wasnât here to know; youâre sure it would have hurt more hearing him tell you he was leaving if there were two of you he couldnât find it in him to love. You would have hated it even more if he felt trapped into staying with you just for this.
But all this meant was that you couldnât stay, either.Â
You supposed that was alright, though; the life you wanted to build here was with Sirius. You loved your friends, but you had a little one to think about now, too.Â
You made up a story about a great aunt needing help tending to her property and wishing to be closer to your relatives now that you could be, now that it was safe. No one questioned it, likely because Remus had done the same following the war; moving back home to help his dad and ailing mother tend the property in whatever ways he could.Â
You found yourself a little cottage, you wrote to the boys and had the occasional phone call with Lily, and you grew.
It had felt like a good idea at the time.Â
But now you were almost six months pregnant and returning home for the first time since you moved to celebrate your nephewâs birthday with all of your closest friends, the love of your life whose child you were carrying, and none of them knew.Â
You wondered if you should even go, but the thought of missing out on sweet Harryâs second birthday that the lot of you almost never got the chance to see made your throat constrict with tears you refused to shed since the war.Â
You wondered if you should tell everyone before you arrived, but the thought of them all discussing you and your pregnancy without you being there left you feeling small and ashamed.Â
You wondered if you should tell Sirius, but you looked over at the stack of unopened letters he had sent to you in the past four months - the first thin, perhaps a postcard, the second and third were thicker, the fourth was by far the thickest (like he had drafted an autobiography that he wanted you to proofread for him), the fifth was similar to the second, whilst the sixth (the last) couldnât be more than one page - and wondered how the hell youâd even start that conversation after all this time.
Hey, remember me? Yeah, the bird who caught feelings during our friends with benefits situation that we both agreed would remain platonic amidst a battle for survival and then begged you to stay with no success? Well, whilst youâve been off probably shagging every beautiful woman across the British Isles, Iâve been pregnant. Right, with your child. How was France, by the way?Â
You swallowed around your gag reflex and groaned at your image in the mirror. You put on a pair of gingham pants with the baggiest band-tee you could find, planned on sucking in the best you could if anyone (when everyone) insisted on a hug and hoped to every deity that they all just assumed youâd been eating really well since the end of the war.Â
You smoothed the fabric over your bump one last time before you left - looking at the proof that, if nothing else, you were protecting more than just yourself, and you let that be enough - before you grabbed Harryâs birthday present and called for Potter Manor, throwing a fistfull of floo powder into your fireplace and travelling by way of the flames.Â
You could hear Harry squealing in delight in one of the adjacent rooms as you stepped into the floo reception room at Potter Manor; a smile taking over your face uninhibitedly at the sounds of the people you loved more than life itself, happy and celebrating.
How could you have gone so long without this?Â
âY/N!â Lily shrieked as she made for you, and you sucked in before returning her hug. âMerlin, you're glowing! Whereâs your aunt's place again?âÂ
âErm. Killarney.â You offered; not entirely untrue - you did have an aunt in Killarney.Â
âWell,â she let out with a breath, eyes turning a touch glassy as they darted across your face, âit seems that Irish airâs been for you.âÂ
You smiled back at your friend before pulling her back in for another hug. âIâve missed you, Lils.â
âDonât let it go so long next time, yeah? We can come to you, too; Iâm teaching James how to be a muggle, and Harryâs only had the odd burst of accidental magic yet. We could play the part in front of your aunt.âÂ
âIâd love that, Lily.â You responded earnestly.Â
âY/N!â James hollered then before you were being bodily tackled by the former quidditch chaser, a brief flash of anxiety at his hold around your stomach abating only when he relinquished his hold on you. âWhere in the sodding hell have you been!?â
âKillarney.â Lily answered for you.Â
âI love Killarney!âÂ
âHave you ever been to Killarney, Prongs?â Remus asked then, appearing in the door as he leaned against the archway.Â
âNo! But I love it there! I just know it!âÂ
âHey Moony.â You greeted, quickly accepting his open arms and breathing him in.
âWeâve missed you.â He murmured into your hair, and you couldnât help the traitorous hitch in your heart that he mightâve meant-
âUncle Pafoo!â Harry squealed, suddenly standing right underneath you.Â
âThatâs right, Haz!â The voice that haunts your dreams called out. âAuntie is here!â
âHullo, Harry!â You cheered as you picked him up, sucking in before settling on your hip. âHappy birthday, little dude.âÂ
âAm two!â He announced as he held up four fingers.Â
âYou are two! Way to go!â You laughed. âIs everyone here?â You asked the room, shooting Sirius a tight smile so you couldnât be accused of hostility when your heart stuttered for an entirely different reason.Â
He looked tired - a bone deep tired that no amount of sleep could rectify - and the bags under his eyes seemed to be chronic. But he was still so beautiful; his hair had grown slightly longer since the last time youâd seen it, the last time youâd run your fingers through it, the last time youâd brought sheers to it, and he donned more than a few new tattoos if the few you could see were enough to go by.Â
You had to look away.
âRegâs going to be by after work; his part-time student called in sick so he needed to be there to close the shop himself. Thankfully, theyâre only open in the morning on Sundayâs.â Remus explained kindly.
âGood, itâll be nice to see him.â You offered, and the room fell slightly awkward.
âUncle Pafoo, aeroplane?â Harry asked then, and whatever exhaustion seemed to be plaguing Sirius vanished as he beamed at his godson.Â
âAbsolutely, little man!â He agreed, holding his arms out and taking Harryâs weight from you.
âDo you want something to drink, Y/N? Wine? Beer, Cider? Juice? Water?â James rapid fire, causing Lily to groan.Â
âWe just got her back, Potter. Do try to control yourself.âÂ
âWater would be great, Jamie. Thank you.â You laughed, following the group into the open concept kitchen-to-living room.Â
Save the fact that you and Sirius seemed to be doing acrobatics to avoid each other, you were almost stunned at how easy and natural being back here felt. Regulus returned and the two of you shared friendly jibes, Lily caught you up on all of the drama at the Ministry, James strong armed you into agreeing to join them for their next pub quiz night, and Remus said that your old professors all wished you well.Â
You loved your cottage - the home youâd built for yourself and your little one - but you found yourself feeling homesick for here, and you hadnât even left yet.
You were leaning on your elbows against the kitchen island, watching Sirius and Regulus pretend to be knights in shining armour as they fought off a fire breathing dragon (Harry) to save the princess (James) when Remus appeared beside you and mirrored your stance.Â
âItâs not the same without you, you know?â He murmured then.Â
âBut they seem to be alright.â You responded simply, and Remus allowed the two of you to fall into silence for a few beats.
âHow far along are you?âÂ
You stood up straight and turned to stare at him in horror, only to see him smiling kindly at you.Â
âHow do you-â
âLycanthropy - I could smell it on you.â He said with an embarrassed wrinkle of his nose. âI knew Lily was pregnant before she did.â
You shushed him and looked over your shoulder to ensure no one else could hear you.
âCome.â He said with a sigh, gently taking you by the elbow and ushering you out of the sliding doors to the back yard and closing it behind the two of you.Â
âRemus-â
âIs it his?â He cut you off; his face held no judgement though perhaps just a touch of concern. For you or his best friend/virtual brother-in-law, you werenât sure.
âYes.â You whispered, not bothering to clarify who he was talking about; you both knew.Â
Remus simply nodded as he looked you over. âIs that why you left?â
âHe left first.â You hissed petulantly.
âHe left you, but you left all of us.â Remus countered somewhat sternly. âBesides, I didnât ask about him; is this why you left?â
âYes.â
âWhy?âÂ
âBecause, Remus!â You shouted, tears flooding your vision as you turned to look at him. âBecause he didnât want to be here. He didnât want this, he didnât want me. I wasnât going to force him to come back just because⌠just because.âÂ
âDonât you think he should have been able to make that choice for himself?â Remus asked gently.
âHe chose! He did choose! He told me he couldnât play house, he told me he couldnât be this person for me. I loved him enough to accept that. I loved him enough to let him go.â
âLoved?â Remus asked with a tilt of his head. âPast tense?âÂ
âRemus.â You groaned. âPlease.â
âHe came back for you, you know.â Remus pointed out. âHe left you, you left us, but he came back for you.âÂ
âStop it.â
âItâs true, Y/N.â
âAnd so what if it is?â You nearly sobbed. âSo what if he did, Remus? What can I do? I canât go back in time and change my mind, I canât go back and fix this. He made choices, I made choices, and here we are.âÂ
Remus heaved a sigh and looked at you sadly. âI don't think either of you realise that your choices donât have to remain permanent; there can be an expiration date on them.âÂ
You were catching your breath from your mini temper tantrum when you heard the glass door slide open, both you and Remus turning to see Sirius standing there almost shy - far shier than youâd ever seen him before. Â
âJust talk to him? Okay? You..donât have to tell him now, justâŚtalk to him.â Remus whispered before heading towards the door, clapping Sirius on the back before disappearing back into the house.Â
âHey.â Sirius offered cautiously after a few beats of silence, coming to stand beside you as the two of you looked over the railing of the patio to the rest of the manor grounds.Â
âHey.â You returned dumbly, clearing your throat before continuing. âYouâŚyou look good, Sirius.â
Sirius scoffed, and you could feel your shoulder rising before you saw him smirk at you - if not somewhat sadly - cutting you a playful glare from the corner of his eye. âDid you take up lying there in Ireland?âÂ
You let out a breathy half-laugh. âIâm not lying.âÂ
âThen you need glasses. I look like shite.â
âYou look tired.â You amended.Â
âIâm exhausted.â He agreed, and the two of you lapsed into silence.Â
âYou look good, though.â He continued. âHealthy.â
You hummed in agreement. âFunny what not having to run on rations and broken hours of sleep on military cots does for a person.â
âWhy havenât I heard from you, Y/N?â He blurted then, turning his entire body to face you.Â
âSirius, I-â
âEveryone else has. Youâve spoken to Lily on the phone. James and Remus have gotten letters. Even Reg got a postcard for his birthday.âÂ
âIâm sorry.â Was all you could manage to say.
âI wrote to you.â He continued. âLetters, a lot. Did you get them?â
You nodded your head yes shamefully.
âDid you read them?â
You felt your heart splinter at how hopeful and heartbroken he sounded over it. You felt like scum of the earth when you shook your head no, and he let out a sigh.
âI guess that makes me feel a little bit better, then.â He said as he lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.Â
You found yourself taking a step away from him when you asked âwhy does that make you feel better?â
He let out a humourless laugh that forced smoke from his lips. âAt least now I know that my begging for a second chance, begging you to come home, professing my love for you isnât what kept you away.â
âSirius-â
âI messed up, Y/N.â He declared earnestly. âIâŚI was fucking scared, terrified. Iâd spent so much of my life living with one foot on the threshold of hell that after the war, I didnât know how to live amongst the undead.â
He took a moment to catch his breath as if heâd run all the way here just to tell you something. âAnd I ran. I bolted, IâŚâ
âYou left.â You finished for him.Â
âI left.â He agreed. âI⌠I didnât know, Y/N.â
âDidnât know what?â You asked as you choked back tears.
âDidnât know what I had, or what I wanted. Or that I had everything that I wanted.â
âAnd you do, now? You know what you want?â You asked, and a look of determination painted his features as he met your gaze head on.
âFor my entire life, I had never known what family meant, so I wasnât even aware that Iâd created my own with all of you until Iâd risked it all. I was so sure I didnât want to be like my parents that I never realised I may actuallyâŚwant to be a parent someday. I was so sure I didnât want to be my father that I never realised I actually did want to be a partner someday. I was so certain Iâd never know what true love felt like that I didnât even realise I had it right here all along with you.âÂ
âSirius-â
âI messed up. I left. But what I donât understand is why you did. Or why you stayed away.â He took a step towards you with his cigarette long forgotten in one of his hands, the ash threatening to burn his fingers before you plucked it and stubbed it out on the stone railing. He barely flinched. âWhyâd you go?â
âI didnât want to sit around and wait for you, Sirius. I- it hurt, I was hurt. And then-â
âIâm sorry.â He offered quickly, but you shook your head.
âIâm not telling you this for you to be sorry, I just-â
âI came back for you.â
âBut it wasnât just about me anymore, Sirius!â You shouted then, and you watched his brows furrow before his face fell in horror.Â
âYouâre seeing someone.â He asked, though he phrased it as more of a statement; like heâd been expecting it.
âIâm not seeing anyone, Sirius.â You sighed.
âThen whyâd you leave? Whyâd you stay away?â
âBecause Iâm pregnant.â You blurted, and Sirius fell silent. âIâm almost six months pregnant.â
âSix-â He started, eyes falling to your stomach still hidden behind the baggy article of clothing before you smoothed the fabric over your ever rounding bump. âSix months. SixâŚâ
You let him do the maths in the head as he stared hard at your stomach like he was sitting in divination and it was a crystal ball that might just give him the answers if only he stared at it long enough.
âItâs mine?â He finally concluded.
âYes.â You whispered.
âItâs mine. Youâre pregnant, itâs mine.â He murmured, before his eyes met yours again. âYouâre pregnant with my child?â
âRight.â You agreed, and he crumpled to a heap on the floor.Â
âSirius Orion Black,â Sirius heard Remus hiss, clearly hovering somewhere over him, âI swear to Godric if you do not wake up and eat some of this godsdamned vanilla cake you bought, your brother is going to skin you alive.âÂ
âItâs true.â James agreed from somewhere on Siriusâ other side. âHe actually ran to the store when he found out you bought vanilla because he knew Remus wouldnât eat any of it. Remus is going to get his chocolate cake, and youâre going to get egged.âÂ
âShut up.â Sirius hissed as he scrunched his eyes closed. âFuck.â
âHow do you feel, mate?â James asked rather jovially as he clapped him roughy on the shoulder.
âLike hell.â
âWhyâs that?â Remus joined in.
âBecause I was in the middle of a dream and you sods woke me up going on about cake.â He muttered as he opened his eyes, realising then that heâd been propped up on a number of cushions in one of Lily and Jamesâ spare rooms.
âSâhe awake?â Lily whispered, and Sirius craned his neck to see you and Lily poke your heads into the room.
âOh my gods.â Sirius breathed as he sat up, likely far too fast for someone who fell unconscious mere moments ago. âOh my gods, youâre actually here?âÂ
âDid you hit your head, mate?â James asked as he prodded at Siriusâ head, causing Sirius to swat his arms away as he shifted towards the edge of the bed.
âYouâre here.â He whispered as you slowly made your way into the room.
âIâm here.â You offered cautiously, eyes darting around at your oldest friends like there might be some secret threat lurking in the room.
âYouâre pregnantâŚâ He tried then, punching the air right out of Lily and James who both spun to stare at you in shock.
You smoothed the fabric of your shirt over your midsection again to expose a very obvious (now that everyone could actually see it) baby bump.Â
âOh my gods!â Lily and James chorused, causing Remus to snort.
âYou knew, didnât you!?â Lily accused Remus who held his hands up in surrender.Â
âOnly when she walked in, and not a second sooner.âÂ
âWith my child.â Sirius continued, and you nodded at him.Â
âY/N.â Lily winced. âYou-â
âYou sodding scared me!â You shrilled then, grabbing one of the throw pillows James had dumped onto the ground to make room for Sirius and swinging it at him.
âI scared you!?â Sirius shrieked right back, much to the delight of Harry who started banging on the throw pillow that had landed beside him.Â
âI thought I killed you!â
âOh, well Iâm terribly sorry that finding out the woman Iâve been in love with for years and pining hopelessly over for months - who was missing for all intents and purposes, may I remind you - is pregnant with my child happened to be a little shocking.â Sirius sneered sarcastically.Â
âWell I only went âmissingâ because the man Iâve been hopelessly in love with for years and pining hopelessly over for months took off an-â The abrupt end of your statement nearly gave the room whiplash as you cut yourself off mid sentence and stared at Sirius like youâd never seen him before.Â
âWhatâŚwhat just happened?â James whispered carefully.
âYears?â You whispered then, and Sirius hated every version of himself that deigned to let you go without knowing just how loved you were.
âProbably when we were still just cosmic dust.â Sirius smiled sadly. âIâm sorry I didnât always realise, Iâm sorry I didnât make sure that you knew.â
âI take it to guess there isnât an aunt in Killarney?â Lily offered then, smiling kindly at you when you turned your attention towards her.
âNo, I- I think there actually is an aunt in Killarney, I just donât live with her.â
âWhere do you live?â Sirius asked eagerly, wondering if you could hear it in his voice or even see on his face just how desperate he was to know everything about you.
âNear Tintagel.â You offered abashedly as Remus slapped his hand on his thigh.
âYou minx!â He scolded you. âYou lived basically across the channel from me this whole time!â
âI hope itâs nice, wherever it isâ You offered him then, smiling through your tears as Sirius swallowed around his bile threatening its way up his oesophagus.
âI hope itâs nice.â Sirius blurted suddenly, and Sirius thanked the heavens for Remus John Lupin who seemed to understand that the conversation delved beyond the need of an audience, scooping Harry up and closing the door behind Lily, James, and himself to give you two some privacy.Â
âItâs nice.â You offered wetly. âItâs quiet.â
Sirius hummed in acknowledgement. âIn Tintagel, near Merlinâs cave?â
You laughed, which saw Sirius smiling. âIâm not right in Tintagel, just outside. My neighbours are mostly sheep.âÂ
âDoes it have a picket fence?â
âTo keep the sheep out of my garden.â You nodded with a smile.
âFlowers; lots of them.â Sirius deduced, you nodded again though Sirius watched your smile falter.
âYouâd probably hate it.â
âAre you there?â He asked quickly.
âWell, usually, yes.â You offered, and Sirius shrugged easily.
âSounds as though it might be my favourite place in the world, then.âÂ
The next breath that left you shuddered on its way out, and Sirius finally stood and met you in the middle of the room; close enough to touch but not daring to. He hadnât earned that right yet.Â
âTake me with you?â He all but begged then, and your face crumpled in misery.
âSirius, I donât want you to follow me because you have to, I-â
âI donât have to though, I know I donât; I know youâd never make me.â He assured you then, lifting a hand but pausing to wait for you to nod at him before he placed it on your upper arm. âThe letters, Y/N, I- Iâve been looking for you for months.â
A sob tore through you as you lowered your head, and Sirius allowed himself to catch it in his free hand.Â
âI donât want you to feel bad; Iâm not telling you so that you feel bad, love.â The endearment falling off his tongue so easily now that he had you in his arms. âBut I need you to know that I want you - any of you, all of you - and have for a very long time.âÂ
âItâs justâŚyou said-â and Sirius knew exactly what he said; he had played that conversation over and over and over in his mind until he found himself sick over it more than once. But we waited for you to tell him anyhow; heâd always wait for you. âYou couldnât settle down and be content, you couldnât play house; you werenât that kind of guy.âÂ
âI know, doll. I know.â He whispered. âIâŚI didnât think I was capable of it. I didnât think I deserved everything I wanted and I knew that you deserved better. That you deserve better.â
âBut?â
âBut Iâd be happy to spend the rest of my life trying to prove you otherwise; trying to give you everything you deserve.â
âSiriusâŚâ You sighed, and Sirius could see your walls cracking. âIâŚIâm-â
âTake me home? Please?â He begged then, words interrupted by a sob of his own. âTo Tintagel, to Killarney, to bloody fucking Azkaban or the bottom of the sodding ocean, I donât care where it is just as long as itâs with you, please. Please.â
Your hands landed on Siriusâ chest and he was sure you could feel his hummingbird heart beating under your fingertips. He only hoped you knew how it beat for you.Â
âPlease bring me home?â
James didnât know if he could consider this a success or not.Â
His motivation was not singular; it was a âhit two fairies with one gobstoneâ sort of scenario, so to speak. Was his son turning two? Indeed he was! Was James throwing a party for said sonâs birthday? Youâre damned right he was. But was it also a really good excuse to force two of his idiot best friends into the same room again? Absolutely.
Except James seems to have gotten slightly more than he bargained for; Sirius falling unconscious in his childhood backyard, you sobbing into Lilyâs shoulder out in the hallway as he and Remus tried to bring him back from the dead, Remus sneering at a slice of birthday cake like it personally offended him and Regulus threatening to defend his boyfriendâs honour, and - apparently - a new niece or nephew coming in the next three-ish months.Â
But when he looked over to see you and Sirius emerging from the spare room - both of your faces tear stained and puffy from the grief and torment you no doubt put yourselves through - hands intertwined between your bodies and your hand resting protectively over your growing bump, and a spark in Siriusâ eyes James had thought he lost in the war but now realised he only lost when he lost youâŚ
âŚyeah, James figured he could probably consider this a success.
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I LOVED YOU FIRST | FC43
an: guys iâm so sorry for the atrocities iâm about to cause by posting this, iâm especially tagging @obxstiles to make sure they donât miss it and that they cry muahaha there MAY be a part two to this
summary: for as long as sheâs remembered sheâs loved franco, wether those feelings were ever reciprocated she doesnât know.
wc: 4.4k
She remembered the sound of wheels against gravel. Even as a kid, Franco was fastâkicking up dust and stones as he went, all edges and adrenaline. They grew up on the same street, a road that was more dust than pavement, cutting through a small town nobody had ever heard of, deep in the countryside of Argentina. Back then, he raced down that road on a beat-up go-kart that rattled and threatened to fall apart with every turn. But he didnât care. Even at eight years old, Franco could talk of nothing but cars and speed and the shimmering, impossible promise of a life far from here.
She was the one who stood at the end of the road, cheering him on as he came barreling toward her, heart in her throat every time he cut it too close. She told herself thatâs just what friends didâwaited around to see the other one make it back in one piece. But there was more to it, even then. Sheâd never told him, of course. Franco had always been too focused on the next race, the next finish line, to notice much about her that wasnât familiar. It was easier that way. They were friends. That was enough.
Years passed, and with them, his childhood kart became a racing simulator, then an actual car, then a series of wins that only proved what sheâd always knownâthat Franco was going somewhere.
Last year, his parents sold their house so he could go further, could reach another level she couldnât quite see. He moved in with her and her family when he wasnât racing, and for a few months, it was as if they were kids again, laughing late at night, plotting his future as he spilled out every dream heâd ever had. That was the year she started imagining he might finally see her the way she saw him.
But he didnât.
Instead, Franco saw everything she wasnât: the girl from another world, polished and magnetic, with a face and laugh that gleamed like the trophies heâd already started to collect. She caught him, snared him in a way that didnât even seem real.
It was this girlâher name slipped off his tongue so easily when he let itâwho went to the big events with him, who stood beside him when photographers crowded around after his races, a reminder that heâd already begun to belong somewhere else. She wanted to hate her, this stranger who was everything she wasnât, but what good would it do?
It was easy to tell herself she was Francoâs friend. His best friend. The one whoâd been there since the beginning, the one who stayed up with him on those late nights when all his dreams felt heavy enough to drown him. Sheâd learned to wear it like armourâthe friend, the constant, the steady hand on his shoulder when his voice cracked and his confidence faltered.
No one else knew the small things about him, the things that made him human. Like how he had a superstition about not putting on his helmet until the very last second before a race. Or that his favorite thing in the world was the sound of tires on wet pavement, a soft hiss of rain and speed. Or that he used to dream of buying back the house his parents sold and giving them something better.
The nights she couldnât sleep, sheâd replay those memories to herself, like scenes from a film sheâd seen too many times. They were pieces of a person sheâd built up in her mind so completely, so painstakingly, that she sometimes forgot he wasnât hers. Not really.
Now, Franco was leaving again, but this time it was different. The call had come last night, and sheâd been there when he answered it, watching the way his face shifted, lit up with something she hadnât seen since they were kids. Heâd been invited to join a Formula 1 teamâa chance to race against the best, a dream finally realised.
And sheâd been the first person he told. âIâm in,â Franco had whispered to her after he hung up, his voice hoarse with disbelief. âIâm actually in.â
Heâd pulled her into a hug, and for a fleeting moment, she let herself believe this moment was for her tooâthat she was a part of the dream. But when he finally let go, she could already feel him slipping away, his mind racing miles ahead, far beyond anything she could reach.
And now here they were, standing on the same dusty road theyâd grown up on, only this time the road was empty. She could almost see his silhouette against the horizon, an outline that belonged to no one, not even her.
âSo⌠this is it, huh?â she murmured, trying to keep her voice steady, her hands stuffed deep into her jacket pockets. She knew this was her job now: to be strong, supportive, even as she felt her chest tightening with everything sheâd left unsaid.
Franco glanced over at her and smiled, that careless, easy grin sheâd fallen in love with a thousand times. âYeah. This is it.â
There was a part of her that wanted to say something, to tell him what it felt like to lose him, to have spent all these years beside him only to watch him walk away. But she didnât, couldnât. Because he needed her to be his friend, his rock. And thatâs exactly what she would be, until the moment he disappeared from sight.
âYouâll be amazing out there,â she said softly, swallowing hard against the ache in her throat.
âThanks,â Franco replied, his gaze drifting to the horizon, to whatever was waiting for him. He didnât see her watching him, didnât notice the way she tried to memorise every detail of his face, the way she gripped the fabric of her jacket so tightly her knuckles turned white.
Because thatâs what she was: the person who stayed behind, the person who would cheer for him no matter how far he went, even if it took him far beyond her reach.
His first race was in Monza.
And Franco had made sure sheâd be there.
The roar of engines echoed across Monza, the air thick with the metallic scent of fuel and adrenaline. She stood just outside the paddock, watching the mechanics scurry between cars, drivers in their fireproof suits weaving through a sea of engineers and cameras. It was Francoâs first Formula 1 race, the one heâd been chasing since the days theyâd spent on that dusty street back home. Heâd called her a week ago, saying heâd arranged for her ticket, that she had to be there, that it wouldnât feel right without her.
She glanced down at her pass, fumbling with it between her fingers, her eyes darting over the crowds, wondering if sheâd see him. But instead, she saw herâFrancoâs girlfriend, standing just a few paces away, a beacon in the busy paddock with her polished, perfect smile.
She thought about turning around, slipping into the crowd where she could cheer Franco on from a distance, as sheâd always done. But then Francoâs girlfriend caught her eye, waved her over with an easy, welcoming smile, and suddenly it was too late.
âHi! Youâre Francoâs best friend, no?â she said brightly, as if sheâd been waiting for this meeting. âFrancoâs told me all about you.â
She managed a smile, trying not to let her surprise show. âNice to meet you,â she replied, her voice steady but her heart churning. This girl looked so effortlessly perfectâtoo perfect, really. She wanted to find something in her to resent, a crack, a flaw, some hint that would make her presence easier to bear. But the girlâs smile was warm, even gentle, and there wasnât a hint of cruelty behind her eyes.
âYou know,â she continued, turning to look at the track where the cars were being readied. âFranco always talks about how youâve been there from the start. He says he wouldnât be here without you.â
It was a sentiment sheâd waited years to hear, but hearing it now, coming from someone else, made it feel empty, hollow. She nodded politely. âHeâs worked so hard for this. I just⌠wanted to support him however I could.â
The girl looked at her, a spark of admiration in her eyes. âThatâs really special. I think it means a lot to him, having someone whoâs known him for so long.â She hesitated, her fingers twisting a ring on her hand. âI think heâs planning to introduce me to his family soon.â
A prickle of something sharp and painful settled in her chest. She managed to keep her face composed, even as the words sank in. âThatâs great,â she said, injecting her voice with encouragement. âThat sounds really important to him.â
The girl smiled, her gaze drifting as if she could see the future taking shape right in front of her. âYeah⌠he said he wanted to wait until weâd been together for a year. Heâs so thoughtful like that, you know? He really wants things to be right before introducing me to his family.â She looked at her, a touch of gratitude in her expression. âI think he got that from youâfrom seeing how much his family means to you.â
It was a kind thing to say, too kind. She wanted to hate her for it, but she couldnât. There was nothing false about the way this girl looked at her, no jealousy or possessiveness. She was just⌠nice. The kind of nice that made her ache with the unfairness of it all, because it made it impossible to hate her, even though she desperately wanted to.
âWell, his family will love you,â she said, meaning it even as the words felt like they were tearing something fragile inside her. âHe deserves to be happy.â
The girl gave her a soft, almost sympathetic smile, a smile that made her wonder if maybe she already knewâif she could see right through her, if she understood the look in her eyes, the one she tried so hard to hide.
As the engines started up in the distance, the girl reached out and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. âThank you,â she said, her voice warm. âFor being there for him, for being his friend. I can tell heâs lucky to have you in his life.â
She returned the smile, feeling a heaviness settle deep within her. Franco was lucky, that was trueâbut not in the way sheâd once dreamed he might be. He had everything now: the career, the future, the love of a woman who deserved him in ways she never could.
And as the cars roared to life on the track, she stood there beside his girlfriend, feeling like a silent ghost on the edges of his new world. She would cheer for him, just as she always had, but now she knew exactly where she stoodâat a distance, a quiet fixture in his past, cheering him on from the shadows as he sped toward a future that had no place for her.
The race had ended hours ago, and the hotel was hushed, the lights dimmed in the halls. She was alone in her room, her suitcase half-packed, clothes folded neatly on the bed. Sheâd changed her flight back to Argentina; she would be gone by morning.
The evening had been a whirlwindâFranco finishing in P12 on his debut race, his crew and his girlfriend embracing him, his face beaming in a way sheâd only ever dreamed of seeing up close. Sheâd stood in the background, clapping politely, just another face in the crowd, happy for him but feeling her heart splinter with each cheer.
A quiet knock broke her thoughts. She looked up, heart catching in her throat. Franco was standing in the doorway, his face lit with a warm smile.
âHey,â he said, stepping inside, his hands in his pockets. âI was hoping youâd still be up.â
âYeah, just⌠packing,â she murmured, glancing at the clothes on her bed. âIâve got an early flight back.â
He frowned, like he hadnât expected her to be leaving so soon. âI thought youâd stay a bit longer,â he said, a hint of disappointment in his voice. âIt meant a lot to me that you were here, you know. Iâm not sure I could have done it without you.â
She swallowed, trying to muster up a smile. âIâm proud of you, Fran. Really. You deserve all of this.â
He gave a modest shrug, his usual humility shining through. âItâs crazy, right? Like, it still doesnât feel real.â
She nodded, unsure of what to say next, her hands clenching as she watched him, the words fighting to break free. But before she could speak, he went on, his face lighting up with excitement.
âOhâand I wanted to tell you. Over the summer break, Iâm planning to bring my girlfriendââ he gestured to the wall, where his girlfriend was probably just sitting in their shared roomââback to Argentina. Sheâs going to meet my family. I think theyâll love her.â
The words hit her like a punch to the gut. She felt herself unraveling, her heart breaking open. She couldnât hold it in any longer.
âWhy her?â she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Franco blinked, looking at her, startled. âWhat do you mean?â
âWhy her, Franco?â She repeated, her voice trembling, louder this time. âWhy not me? What is it about me that you donât find appealing? Am I too loud? Too⌠different? Do I not fit into your world somehow?â Her voice cracked, the weight of her words finally spilling out. âWhat is it about me that you donât love, that you love about her?â
For a moment, he just stared, taken aback, as if he was seeing her for the first time, really seeing her. But his eyes were filled with confusion, like he was trying to make sense of what she was saying.
âWaitââ he started, his voice halting, uncertain. âI⌠I didnât know you feltââ
She cut him off, her voice fierce, raw. âI loved you first, Franco.â
He went silent, the words settling between them like stones in water, sinking deeper and deeper.
âWhat?â he whispered, his voice almost as quiet as hers had been.
âI loved you first,â she repeated, her voice shaking. She could feel the tears gathering, but she didnât want to cry, not now, not here. âSince we were kids, since you were that crazy kid racing down dirt roads, I loved you. Iâve been there every step, every race, every victory, every failure. I was the one who held your dreams when they felt too heavy to carry. I loved you first.â
She watched him, waiting, hoping for some sign of understanding, some glimmer of the love sheâd imagined so many times. But his eyes were wide with shock, his face torn between pity and discomfort.
He shook his head slowly, the words seeming to catch in his throat before he finally managed to say them. âBut⌠I love her.â
The words were a knife, sharp and relentless, cutting through the last fragments of hope sheâd held on to.
She let out a hollow, broken laugh, her vision blurring as she looked away, unable to meet his eyes. âI know,â she whispered. âI know you do.â She took a shaky breath, her voice trembling with a rawness she couldnât contain. âBut it doesnât make it hurt any less.â
For a moment, they stood there in silence, the weight of years pressing down between them. She could see the guilt etched into his expression, his mouth opening as if he wanted to say something to make it better. But there was nothing he could sayânothing that could change the reality that he had chosen someone else, someone who wasnât her.
âI never meant to⌠I didnât want to hurt you,â he said softly, reaching out as if to comfort her, but she stepped back, her arms wrapping around herself protectively.
âItâs fine,â she said, forcing the words out, feeling them scrape against her throat. âI⌠I just needed you to know. I needed you to know that I was here, that Iâve always been here. But nowâŚâ She trailed off, her voice breaking, the words sheâd held for so long finally running dry.
She looked at him one last time, memorising the shape of his face, the boy she had loved and lost long before he ever realised. Then sat back down on the floor and continued packing, folding each piece of clothing and putting it away in silence, each one a silent goodbye.
When she noticed he still hadnât left, that he was just watching him, she looked up at him. âI hope she makes you happy, Franco,â she whispered, her voice barely a breath. âReally. I hope she gives you everything youâve ever dreamed of.â
She looked back down not wanting to catch Francoâs look of pity and closed her suitcase as he walked out of her room.
Walking out of her life for what felt like forever.
It was the peak of summer, the air heavy with heat and the scents of wildflowers and sun-baked earth drifting through the open kitchen window. She was sitting at the table, picking absently at a bowl of sliced fruit, half-listening as her mother hummed while tidying up, when her mother paused and gave her a look she couldnât quite decipher.
âI almost forgot to mention,â her mother said, wiping her hands on a towel, âFrancoâs coming back to town soon. Said heâll be here next week with his girlfriend, so they can meet his family.â
She looked down, letting the words sink in, feeling a familiar tightness bloom in her chest. She hadnât spoken to Franco in weeks. Not since that night in Monza. Not since sheâd finally let herself say all the things sheâd bottled up for years, only to walk away feeling like sheâd left a part of herself behind.
âOh,â she murmured, keeping her tone as light as she could. âThatâs⌠thatâs good. His parents will be thrilled to meet her.â
Her mother looked at her carefully, her gaze soft but probing, as if she could sense the ache that lingered beneath her daughterâs casual words. âI thought maybe youâd be excited too,â her mother ventured, her voice gentle. âItâs been a long time since youâve seen him.â
She forced a small smile, looking down at her hands as she fiddled with her napkin. âActually, I was thinking about going to Buenos Aires for a bit. Just a week or two with TĂa Blanca. Iâve been meaning to go see her.â
Her mother tilted her head, her expression somewhere between sympathy and exasperation. âYou canât keep running from this, mi amor,â she said, her voice tender but firm.
Her shoulders tensed, and for a moment, she didnât know what to say. She knew her mother was right; every time she thought about seeing Franco, the old wound seemed to ache again, still raw, still fresh, no matter how many miles or weeks lay between them. But she wasnât ready to face him yet. Not when the sight of him with someone else would only reopen everything sheâd been trying so hard to let go of.
âI know I canât keep running,â she said finally, her voice barely a whisper, her fingers twisting the napkin in her lap. âBut I can now. And I can cope with that.â
Her mother sighed softly, reaching out to place a warm hand over hers. âMi amor, one day, youâre going to have to stop protecting yourself from the things that hurt you. Itâs the only way to truly move forward.â
She nodded, her throat tight, unable to meet her motherâs eyes. She knew her mother was right. But all she could think of was that moment in Monza, the echo of Francoâs wordsâBut I love her. Words that still stung like salt on an open wound, even now.
âMaybe one day,â she whispered, more to herself than to her mother. But for now, Buenos Aires felt like the safest place to beâfar from the memories, far from the impossible hope she still carried in her heart.
Her mother squeezed her hand gently before letting go, her silence filled with understanding. âThen go,â she said, with a small, knowing smile. âBut youâll know when itâs time to come home.â
And as she sat there, her heart heavy with everything she couldnât say, she only hoped her mother was right.
A few days later, everything was sorted and she was ready to go to her auntâs place.
She swung her bag over her shoulder, taking a deep breath as she stepped out of the house, the warm morning sun casting long shadows across the familiar dirt road. She was just two steps away from the car when she spotted itâFrancoâs car, parked at the edge of the drive.
Her heart lurched, her mind scrambling, and she muttered under her breath, âNo, no, no⌠please, not now.â She moved quickly toward her own car, fumbling for her keys as if speed alone could make her invisible. But before she could open the door, she heard his voice behind her.
âOye, there you are!â he called, a wide, relieved smile on his face as he jogged over, his voice bright with the kind of joy she hadnât heard from him in years. âI was hoping Iâd run into you before you left. Itâs been too long.â
She barely managed to keep her face neutral, clutching her bag as if it could shield her. âYeah, well, Iâve got to get on the road. Donât want to get stuck in traffic,â she said, opening the boot to toss her bag inside. She avoided looking at him, focusing on the small tasksâclosing the boot, brushing off her hands, reaching for the door.
He took a step closer, his hand resting on the car door as if to keep her from leaving. âIâve missed you,â he said, his tone softening. âYou⌠you didnât answer my calls after Monza. I didnât know if⌠I just wanted to see you.â
She swallowed hard, glancing away as she forced herself to stay calm, the last words she wanted to hear sitting heavy between them. âThatâs great, Franco,â she said, barely meeting his gaze, her words quick and mechanical. âBut I really should get going.â
âWaitââ He looked at her, his expression slipping from surprise to concern. âCan we talk? Please?â
But she was already climbing into the car, her hands gripping the steering wheel as she turned the ignition. She couldnât bear to stay, couldnât bear to let him see her break again. âTake care, Franco,â she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she closed the door.
Before he could say another word, she pulled out, the tires kicking up dust as she drove away. In the rearview mirror, she saw him standing in the drive, watching her go, his face a mix of confusion and something close to sadness. She looked away, swallowing the lump in her throat as she focused on the road ahead.
But the further she drove, the harder it became to ignore the weight of all the memories tied to each familiar street and turn. Every signpost, every curve of the road reminded her of himâtheir childhood spent racing bikes and kicking up dust, lazy afternoons wandering these streets, dreaming of the future he was now living.
Tears blurred her vision as she drove, the memories rushing in like floodwaters, filling her mind with images sheâd tried so hard to push aside: Franco at fourteen, laughing as he beat her in yet another race down the hill; Franco, younger still, sharing a quiet moment in the field just beyond town, his eyes bright with the dreams theyâd both carried.
She wiped at her eyes, her heart aching as each memory pulled her further into the past, a past where theyâd been inseparable, a past where she hadnât yet realised what loving him truly meant. She could almost hear his laughter, feel his presence beside her, as if he were still the boy sheâd known, before life had pulled them down different paths.
By the time she reached her auntâs building in Buenos Aires, the weight of the drive had started to lift, the cityâs pulse a welcome distraction from the quiet countryside. She parked and took a moment to gather herself, feeling the ache from earlier settle into something softer, something that no longer felt as urgent or raw.
Just as she opened the car door, a familiar voice called out.
âÂĄMira! Is that really you?â
She looked up, startled, and felt her heart lift slightly. Standing by the curb was Angelo, an old friend from summers in the city. He had the same easy smile, his hair a little longer, his build a little broader, but his presence felt exactly as she rememberedâwarm and solid.
âAngelo!â She smiled, the weight on her shoulders easing just a little more.
He walked over, giving her a friendly hug before reaching into the car to help with her bag. âLet me help. Youâre here for a visit?â
âJust two weeks,â she replied, trying to keep her voice steady as she glanced up at the familiar apartment building, a place that held a lifetime of summers, laughter, and memories untouched by the pain sheâd left behind.
âWell, then,â he said, grinning as he hefted her bag easily, âweâve got time to catch up.â His tone was light, but there was something else in his eyes, a quiet warmth that made her feel unexpectedly hopeful.
She followed him up the steps, comforted by his familiarity and the steady, unhurried way he moved, like he knew every corner of this building as well as she did. As they reached her auntâs door, she felt her pulse slow, steadied by his presence.
The door opened before they could knock, her auntâs familiar face breaking into a radiant smile. âThere you are, mi niĂąa!â She hugged her tightly, then turned to Angelo with a knowing smile. âAnd look who brought you all the way to the door! Angelo, youâre a sweetheart.â
He grinned, shrugging. âAnything for your family, seĂąora.â
They all laughed, and for the first time in months, she felt a genuine ease settle over her, as if sheâd left more than just a town behindâsheâd left the weight of everything sheâd been carrying.
As she glanced between her aunt and Angelo, the ache that had gripped her chest all day faded. The streets of Buenos Aires were bright outside the door, warm and humming with life. She breathed it in, feeling herself begin to let go of everything that had haunted her on that long drive.
Because maybe now that she was here, she could forget Franco.
to be continued�
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dark!joel x f!reader. one shot.
summary: you're having a bad day. one you think is getting better once a rough around the edges man comes to your rescue. you didn't expect it would takes such a sharp turn for the worse. first person pov reader. 9.2k words.
warnings: 18+ MDNI! DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT! NON CONSENUAL SEXUAL ACTS, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION, pervy, sleazy, and foul mouthed joel. degradation, sexual favors, forced oral and piv, virgin reader, corruption, innocence, and daddy kinks featured. biiig ol' age gap (reader's age not mentioned other than "young" but i imagine her as 18-20 as she has a relatively immature attitude, imagining joel 50-55), this is not for everyone and that's okay. i'm not responsible for the content you consume.
a/n: i had some hormonal induced insanity and came up with this. i had a great time trying out a new pov for writing fic! enjoy him as much as i did, friends đ¤ and thanks @joelstummy for the amazing freaky beta work!
Iâll be the first person to admit now that what Iâve been doing is stupid. Dangerous. Idiotic. The list goes on. I can hear my fatherâs stern, militant voice in the back of my head, telling me as much. Except now he likely wonât get the chance to relish in it because Iâm going to die here. Way out here where nobody will find my body, and Iâll be just another person that went missing in the QZ, never to be seen again. But this time, itâs not some sleazy FEDRA scheme and coverup or a smuggling deal gone wrong.
Itâs utterly and completely my fault.
Sneaking out wasnât meant to become a habit, but after the first few times, I lost the fear and adrenaline that had burned hot through my veins at those first steps of freedom. I craved it again, so I kept going further. And further. Away from civilization as I knew it, until the cluster of buildings known as the Quarantine Zone became a tiny speck in the distance. Out here was desolation, nothingness, only abandoned buildings to explore. The infected were another story, but I started to learn routes that helped me avoid encounters with them.
It helped clear my mind after a while, this newly found sense of adventure. All Iâd ever known was a cage, a walled city that had become so mundane I felt my insides starting to rot from the listlessness of it all. My father was important - top in the rankings - I knew that, and it was all the more reason to keep me safely locked away while the city stirred with chatter of an uprising against FEDRA.Â
He never bothered to check on me much, anyways, making my little forays quite easy. Once Iâd persuaded enough people with ration cards, theyâd shown me the tunnel leading to freedom. Well, that tunnel, then another, a ladder to climb back up to the surface, and only then could I go through a precarious hole in a chain link fence. That was the smugglerâs route, they said, an easy ticket to getting in and out without being noticed.Â
Iâd been abusing it, staying out for days at a time, never able to drink in enough of this quiet solitude that was of my own choosing, not my fatherâs. I couldnât quite figure out what hole inside of me I was trying to fill, but Iâd be damned if I stopped trying.
However, today seemed to be my last chance to try at all. His footsteps had been quiet - so quiet - approaching behind me. An old store, full of half decayed plushies, molded candies, and other adorable things from lives long put in the past, had called to me, distracted me. The arm around my throat, constricting, the other coming up to put a hand over my mouth. A dirty, putrid smell encompassing everything as I sputtered against him. This is it, Iâd thought. What a waste.
I scream and fight against the strong hold he has on me, a nasty sneer right against my skin. âWhatâs some fresh meat like you doing waaaay out here, huh?â a dark voice rattles into my ear.
I scream behind his dirty palm in response, kicking my legs back at him. I should have learned more self defense, but who needs it when youâve spent most of your life safely tucked away with your family name as your biggest protector?
âYou smell good⌠real goodâŚâ The creepâs voice buzzes by me as he takes a deep breath in, making me shudder. One swift kick and Iâm sure this is it, the one to knock him senseless and let me escape. Heâs smart for how distracted he seems to be by my scent, and heâs one step ahead of me. My legs are kicked out from underneath me as I rear one back, and I fall to the ground, the man coming down with me to sit on my back, straddling my body in a fluid motion. He grips my hands behind my back, leaving me helpless in my fight, kicking and screaming. Iâm ice and heat all at once, my body burning in a frozen blaze, my fight or flight quickly turning to fawn as his weight presses down on me.
âYou can have anything in my backpack, anything! Please, let me go! I - I donât want any trouble,â I choke out pathetically, hating how my voice comes out in shaky waves. This isnât how to appeal to people like this, people who have lost their sense of humanity, evident by the way heâs now grinding himself down onto my jean clad asscheeks.Â
A laugh comes out of him that would haunt me as evil incarnate for the rest of my days if I wasnât so sure that I was going to die at the hands of this man after he was done with me. âWe both know I donât give a fuck about any damn backpack of yours. I donât want any trouble either, sweet cheeks, I just think youâd have a lot of fun with me and my friends. But mostly me,â he replies with the hint of a wink in his voice.Â
My stomach clenches, sickness rolling in that is only furthered as the man leans down, cloaking me with his large form. I canât turn enough to see him, to even know what this violation of a man looks like, but his energy is beyond hideous as I catch a glimpse of his yellowing teeth in a grin before he pushes my head down to the cracked linoleum tiles. My hair tangled in his fingers, he holds me down hard, and I struggle to breathe as he crushes me beneath him.
âNow, are you gonna come easily, or do I need to do things the hard way? Either way is fine with me, for a fine piece of ass like this. In fact, I might prefer it the hard way, but weâd hate to ruin this pretty skin of yours, wouldnât we?â He says slowly, pressing the cold blade of a knife to my throat.
âO-okay, okay,â I acquiesce, stopping my squirming, just needing a bit of room to breathe, my lungs heavy inside my chest. My panic only makes my chest tighter, even when the man leans back the tiniest bit. I had hoped that my sudden compliance would get that knife off my throat, but it hasnât. âJust donât hurt me⌠pleaseâŚâ I whimper.
He lets out a long, ragged sigh. âAfraid I canât promise that.âÂ
Iâve never felt fear like this, such certainty that I was about to be ruined, my life as I know it changing without a chance to even look back. I squeeze my eyes shut and brace for it, for anything heâs about to do next, finally accepting that there isnât any appealing to scummy men in a scummy world. But nothing comes except for a muffled crack ringing through the air, and then a thud as the entire weight of my adversary falls on top of me, crushing. Something warm has splattered on my skin, my face, then starts to coat my jacket, seeping through. I shake violently, begging my body to catch a full breath under the weight of him.Â
Then as suddenly as it happened, it stops, the body yanked off of me and tossed to the side with ease. The deafening thud of his entire weight onto the ground is stark. I flip over and scramble backwards, grabbing the knife that had fallen from the manâs hand in his swift, final moment. Holding up a shaky hand, I grip the knife tightly, looking up to face a brutish, tall man with overgrown hair of chestnut and gray. A trim beard with the same coloring wraps around his tightly set jaw. Heâs all wide shoulders, thick arms, broad chest, and my senses go on high alert again. His gun is practically still smoking as it hangs at his side, an active threat.
âYâalright?â he drawls, thick and deep, echoing through the abandoned shop. One step closer to me has the knife practically flailing as I struggle to calm my hands, a strained hum alongside my shaky breathing the only sound I seem capable of making.
âPut that thing down,â he says calmly, almost exasperated. His stance slackens, one knee pushed out as he sizes me up. Iâm likely the most miserable looking thing heâs seen in a while, Iâm sure. âYouâre harmless.â
âH-how do I know youâre not with him?â I blurt out.
My gruff savior lifts his brows incredulously. âThat guy?â he asks, motioning impatiently to the dead body only a foot away. âThink Iâd be puttinâ a bullet right in his skull if he was my best buddy?â
My eyes dance over him as I think. He has a point, and he did just save me from whatever debauched things that strangerâs mind had been conjuring up.
âY-yeah, you have a point,â I finally say. He steps closer, and this time, I let him, putting the knife down. He motions with an authoritarian air for me to push it away, and I obey immediately, flinging it across the room.Â
âPoor fucker died with a hard on, didnât he?â The man muses as his boots thud on the way over to the body, kicking it slightly as if to check, letting it roll back before turning his attention on me. âNow, are you usually this stupid, cominâ into hunter territory, or what?â he asks, reaching a hand down to me, presumably to help me up.
âI didnât knowâŚâ I mumble, letting his hand hang there. He doesnât snatch it back right away, although I can tell he wants to, that heâs already beyond exasperated by his day and the last thing heâd wanted was a damsel in distress like me. I hate that heâs proving all the things Iâd been trying to disprove about myself by coming out on these solo trips into the great, big outside. Iâm weak. Dependent. Needy. It makes my skin crawl with self loathing and frustration.
âDidnât know, huh? So just clueless, then?â the man spits out, staring down at me with darkened eyes that make me turn my head away in shame. At my sullen silence, he seems to soften a little. âIâm Joel,â he says, an offering to go along with his outstretched hand.
I sigh, taking it and telling him my own name. Iâm up on my feet, dusting myself off and looking at him shyly now. I donât know what people are supposed to say when someone saves their life, so I just mumble, âThank you.â
Joel snorts, nodding in acknowledgment as he crouches to pat down the body, seeming to come up short of anything interesting. âDonât thank me yet,â he says, standing back to his full, towering height, glancing around with sharp eyes. âWe should move.â
I might be as stupid as he says, because I wordlessly start to follow him towards the door. His hand stretches out behind him, open and inviting me in as he checks outside the door with a careful peek, his gun held tightly in the other. I stare down at it in disbelief. âCâmon, I donât bite,â he sighs, that perpetual vexation in his tone again as he twitches his brows at me. âNeed you close by. Anâ it seems you have a tendency to go where you shouldnât.â
My cheeks grow hot at the harsh truth of it, and I grasp his hand without any further objections, marveling for a moment at the way it envelops mine. All calloused and hard, mine soft and unused for labor of any kind.Â
âIâve got a safehouse not too far from here.â
âA safehouse?â
âItâs already gettinâ dark. There ainât no way weâre making it back to the QZ today, princess,â he retorts quickly, the pet name mocking on his tongue.
âHowâd you know?â I ask softly, disappointment pressing in on my shoulders.
He chuckles out more of a snort, pulling me around a bend, slowly leaving behind the dangerous territory that Iâd unknowingly encroached on. âYouâre a FEDRA princess if Iâve ever seen one,â he tells me, and my heart sinks that I was so easy to read. Iâd seen how capable this man Joel was, but damn was he was astute, more than Iâd given him credit for.Â
I chew at my lip. âFair enough,â I mumble under my breath, letting him take his well earned win. The longer I hang onto Joelâs hand, letting him expertly weave me through the barren streets, the safer I start to feel. He knows where heâs going, a practiced route heâs taken countless times, and it hits me then that this man is a smuggler. He has to be.
âAre you a smuggler?â I ask pointedly. âIâve heard that people like that come in and out of the QZ.â
Joel falters for just a brief second, giving me a wily grin. âLook whoâs readinâ who now,â he says with a dry chuckle. âAinât gonna run and tell your daddy, are you?â
I shake my head, pressing my lips together in a smile. âI can keep a secret.â In fact, I like keeping secrets from my father, hence the sneaking out, so Joel can count on me to never rat him out.
His amused grin in response lights a little flame akin to friendship inside of me. This grumpy old bastard could smile after all. âJust through here,â he says, letting the smile drop, taking a sharp left down a street just as a sprinkle of rain starts to fall on us. Itâs a less urban area - more like a neighborhood - sprouted with apartment buildings and abandoned, vine covered cars. Itâs my favorite thing about all the exploration Iâve been doing, seeing the way nature can reclaim anything and make it her own.Â
The cracked street below us makes me tread carefully, lagging behind as Joelâs hand tugs me along urgently. We turn down an alley, Joel whipping his head left to right before dragging me behind him, finally dropping my hand to open a door that leads right into a tiny lobby and a stairwell. He runs a hand through his damp hair, slicking it back some - a rather handsome look for him, now that Iâm thinking about it. I try to ignore that thought as his voice booms through the empty room.
âUp,â he commands, gripping my hand again and leading us up the stairs.Â
My stomach sinks a little when he takes out a key, unlocking a padlock on one of the apartments numbered 405 and pushing the old, chipped door inwards. I have no reason not to trust Joel, he saved my life afterall, but I canât shake the nerves I feel from being in an unfamiliar place with an unfamiliar man. Itâs quiet here, likely nobody in the vicinity but the two of us.
âHome sweet home,â he grunts out, dropping his backpack and gun holster near the door and shrugging off his damp jacket, leaving him in a plain tee shirt that hugs his muscular frame. Itâs a small, cramped apartment with a living room and kitchen directly next to it, a little window cut into the wall, peering in on the living room from above the stove. It looks as if itâs left exactly as it was years ago, full of furniture and clutter, only a vessel for Joel to use without making it his own at all. I peer past to see a small hallway I can only assume leads to a bedroom and bathroom.
âKnow it ainât the palace youâre probably used to, but weâll be safe anâ dry here,â he say, and I roll my eyes behind his back. If Joel thinks that I live in a palace, heâs clearly misunderstood the state that the QZ is in. My fatherâs house is spacious, sure, but itâs just as dilapidated as the rest of the city. The only difference is the level of protection afforded to our homes.
He ambles into the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets with a clatter, then comes back moments later with an open can of beans and two forks. Iâm still standing in the entryway, unsure of what to do with myself.
âHungry?â he asks gruffly, and I shake my head, wide eyed. Iâd lost my appetite the minute that man had grabbed me earlier, and I couldnât seem to get it back. Joel shrugs, digging in with a messy forkful of from the can. âYour funeral,â he says, chewing.
Joel sinks down onto the couch with a tiny groan, setting down the can on the side table next to his armrest, giving the other cushion an expectant look. âWell, you gonna sit your ass on down anâ tell me why the hell I had to save it today, or what? Why the hell youâre wanderinâ around like itâs a free for all out there?â
I flinch slightly at his harsh tone, but gingerly step my way into the room, unzipping my jacket and shedding it. For the chill outside, the temperature inside the apartment is more comfortable than Iâd expect, my skin welcoming the change. Joel eyes my thin tee shirt, and I feel a flash of heat sweep my skin before I feel the prickle of goosebumps, knowing my nipples are poking through the fabric. His eyes catch there before he promptly averts them.
I sit precariously next to Joel on the loveseat, pressed as far away as I can from him, not wanting to cramp his personal space. But he seems to have no problem with that anyways, his legs spread wide open in a comfortable stance, leaned back against the cushions. He pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes shut for a moment as he awaits my answer.Â
âI was⌠exploring,â I say simply, cringing at how ridiculous it sounds coming out of my mouth. Who leaves perfect safety to wander around in a dangerous world on purpose? For no other reason than curiosity and a sudden, rebellious sense of defiance?
His eyes snap open, head pulling up from the couch, turning my way. âExplorinââŚâ He mulls on the word, slowly licking his lips before pursing them. âYouâre tellinâ me I had to save a FEDRA brat today âcause she was explorinâ? You really are stupid. âCourse you are, look how young yâare. Look how fuckinâ... sheltered.â Joel throws his hands up, landing them on his thighs with a soft thud, sighing. âCanât even blame ya.â
I pluck up every bit of courage I have, glaring at him with narrowed eyes. âLook, it was really nice of you to save me and everything, and I do thank you for it. Iâm sorry if I messed up whatever⌠smuggling stuff you had going on today, but Iâd appreciate it if you didnât call me⌠stupid.â The last word is quiet, mousy, and I turn my head down, eyes shining with unshed tears that I silently curse myself for. My fatherâs voice rings through my head - you stupid girl! - making me shudder.
Joel sucks at his teeth. âHit a nerve, I see,â he says passively. âAlright, Iâm sorry kiddo. I just mean, youâre puttinâ yourself at risk doinâ what youâre doinâ, and it ainât a smart idea. Yeah?â
âYeah,â I sigh out, relaxing a little. âI just needed to get away.â
âFrom your dear old daddy?â he teases, picking up the can, shoveling several more bites into his mouth. I go silent, picking at a thread on the couch rather than answer him. âAh, another nerve, I see. Daddy issues. Couldâve guessed that one.â
âI donât have -â
âSweetheartâŚâ Joel interrupts, looking at me from under his brows, pulling his lip between his teeth, seeming to look at me in a fresh light. It sends my skin tingling, the way he eyes me, a glint in his stare. It seems to prove his point, the way a pet name from a middle aged man seems to immobilize me against my will. I want to slap the smug look off his face, but I have no grounds to do so, only grumbling quietly with my cheeks blazing in embarrassment. A prickle of something else works its way deep into my belly, something warm at how his scrutinizing eyes flick over my body, the lines in his face set, showing his age, his experience.Â
âTake a piece of advice from a man probably as old as your daddy, then. Trust me when I say that outside those walls ainât the place to find what youâre lookinâ for. The sooner you let go of that notion, the better off youâll be.âÂ
Frustration blooms hot in my chest, overpowering whatever the hell that sudden, unwanted feeling was. Iâm tired of people dictating what I can and canât do, what Iâm capable of. âPeople do it all the time - smugglers - you would know,â I retort. âIâve been doing it for months. Never had a problem until today. It was just some bad luck.â
âBad luck? Really? Youâd be that manâs newest little cock sleeve if it werenât for me savinâ your ass,â Joel growls, standing up off the couch. I wince at his vulgar language, the picture it paints in my mind of what life might have been like if Joel hadnât happened to be in the right place at the right time.
âI - I know - Iâm sorry,â I blurt out, feeling my hands start to go shaky. âThank you, Joel, I really - I really do owe you. Everything.â
âLike I said, donât thank me yet.â He steps over so that heâs in front of me, using his boot to part my legs, scooting them apart and standing between them. âThink I did all this out of the kindness of my heart, did you? Didnât think that maybe I was after the same damn thing as buddy boy earlier?â
Iâm like a fish out of water, the way my lips move with no sound coming out. âJoelâŚâ I breathe out in warning, in questioning. I see his arms strain in his t-shirt, hands flexing open and closed.
âI canât say the thought ainât crossinâ my mind now. You are mighty pretty. And you do owe me a favor. One big olâ gigantic favor, for savinâ your backside.â He brushes his fingers along his jeans, palming his crotch for a brief second before leaning forward, caging me in on the couch with hands on either side of me, pressing into the cushions. My heart hammers in my chest so loud I expect Joel can hear it, can feel the fear taking hold of me. He bares his teeth above me like a wild animal, and now Iâm certain he can smell my fear too, that he thrives on it.Â
âYou know what? Maybe you were bound to find what you were lookinâ for outside those walls. Maybe thatâs what you needed, is it? Couldnât find any love from daddy back home, so you wanted to find someone to turn you into their own personal little play thing. Poor baby just needed some attention, did she? Sad, really.â
My hands tremble, my words lost as I can only breathe in shaky little breaths, shaking my head violently. How can this god forsaken day keep getting worse?Â
âPlease -â I mumble out, bringing a jittery hand up to my mouth. Joel slaps it away, gripping my chin harshly at first, inspecting me before his thumb brushes over my bottom lip. Iâd think it was gentle, caring, even, if not for the nasty look spreading across his face, the grin that darkens it along with his eyes.
âTime to put this pretty thing to better use and show how grateful you are to olâ daddy Joel,â he says, using his free hand to deftly unbuckle his belt, the jangling sound like a death knell, making my throat go dry. âPromise Iâll be much better than he wouldâve been earlier. People say Iâm⌠a generous lover.â His drawl is slow and calculated, voice deep with lust, the sly smirk turning to a triumphant grin as he chuckles, amusing himself.
He grips the top of my head, pushing me to slide down the couch cushions into a slump as I struggle, powerless against a man of his strength. He positions himself higher up to bring the giant denim bulge right in my view. I wince, trying to turn my head away as his zipper comes undone, his hand grasping deep into the fly of his jeans, yanking his cock out. When it springs free, I gasp as he lets it slap me in the face. Hot, throbbing, and massive, leaking a shiny bead of precum that had ended up somewhere on my cheek. I sit stunned and held in place by his rough hand.Â
The cold hard fact hits me that this is the first time Iâm ever going to experience intimacy of any kind. Hell, Iâve only had one kiss before, and it was when I was ten years old, with a boy belonging to one of my fatherâs friends, a name I canât even remember now. The first penis Iâm ever seeing is right here, right now, in a context I have had zero control over. Itâs thicker than Iâd imagined one could be, softer too as I look at the skin of it. Veins run along the sides and bottom, all leading up to an imposing, angry pink head at the tip, practically bursting as it awaits me. Itâs magnificent and terrifying at the same time, nothing like what Iâd expected based on the half-assed health classes provided by schooling in the QZ. Sex has always had a shroud of mystery for me, and I never imagined that all those secrets, long awaited, would be uncovered like this. A dingy bedroom, a man likely almost three times my age, and me as an unwilling participant. Desperation swiftly grips my chest as I realize I actually have no clue what goes on behind closed doors between two people, and I have a feeling Iâm about to find out in the crudest of ways.
The fearful innocence I know is about to be stolen from me causes tears to sting at my eyes, fat little droplets that instantly start to roll down my cheeks, leaking onto Joelâs large fingers still gripped around my chin. I start to struggle, my body seeming to catch up with my mind, loud warning sirens of DANGER! DANGER! finally blaring out in a panic. When I squirm, Joel plants one of his knees into my body, keeping himself balanced while still being able to hold me down.Â
âDonât cry now, honey, itâll only make him harder.â He sneers as he strokes his cock, slapping the head against my closed lips a few times. He wrenches my jaw down, forcing it open. âNice ân wide for this big boy, there we go,â he says, not waiting a moment longer to barge his cock past the opening while he has it.Â
He groans loudly as he shoves several inches in right from the get go, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. The hand that had been holding my jaw presses in on my shoulder, holding me in place. Iâd have nowhere to go, anyways, with his knee on my thighs, his entire body caging me in, the cushions giving me no leeway to the way his cock is forcefully intruding, inch by inch down my throat. The taste is all consuming - a little salty, a little ripe, tasting like days of Joelâs old sweat, but itâs not completely bad, not what Iâd have expected. Itâs heady in a strange way, clouding my mind as I try to cope with the fullness in my mouth.Â
The next moment I sputter, my eyes popping open wide, flooded with tears as he hits the back of my throat. I try to gasp for air and I find that I canât. This is torture of some form, it must be. Full panic follows, where I try to move, but every avenue is pinned down in some way by Joelâs massive body. I weakly flap at him with my hands but it barely even deters him from rocking his hips in and out, choking me again on the thrust inwards as the back of my throat tightens, gagging around his thick girth.Â
âOpen up, relax your goddamn throat,â Joel hisses at me, keeping his cock pressed fully to the back of my throat, constricting any airflow I was hoping to have. I finally breathe shakily out of my nose when he pulls back just enough, only to slide it in slowly, his eyes carefully watching me. I glance up for the first time at him from below, hoping to find any shred of humanity he might have for me, but Iâm met with an icy, dark gaze clouded with lust, power.Â
âGonna fuck your face now, like the dumb little slut you are. This is what stupid girls get for wanderinâ around by themselves. This is what they ask for.â He punctuates the last words with a sharp thrust inwards, my entire body convulsing with the gag I sputter out around him, drool pooling around my stretched lips. I would whimper if I could, if I even had the air to do so.Â
Joel is relentless for the next few moments, rapid thrusts in and out of my mouth, my head held conveniently in place against the couch cushions for him. He groans deeply, his pleasure evident while Iâm just trying to get my next breath in. I time them expertly, learning as I go, letting him continue to take from me to gain his own pleasure.Â
âThatâs it, thatâs right, youâre turninâ into quite the good girl,â Joel mutters above me, rolling his hips with vigor and making me gag again. I can feel drool dribbling down my chin, my neck, landing on my chest, and it makes me feel ashamed, embarrassed, and a twinge of something else. I canât tell as Joel grunts, pumping himself in and out of my gruesomely contorted jaw, if the fact that itâs something even remotely sexual has me feeling things I shouldnât. My cheeks burn hot as my eyes continue to water - how much of it is crying and how much of it is just my bodyâs response to him hitting the back of my throat, I donât know.
Then he surprises me by slowing down, languid strokes of his cock in and out with sloppy sounds, a soft hand landing on my head, stroking before bundling my hair in his fist tightly. âKnew youâd have such a filthy little mouth for daddy,â he coos, rolling his hips forward a little further, touching the back of my throat with his cock.Â
My body spasms a little when he keeps pushing, grumbling quiet groans of approval. My eyes squeeze shut, leaking out an onslaught of tears. I donât want to see the aftermath if it ends up that itâs one gag too many and the inevitable happens. But to my surprise, he keeps slipping down, intruding on my throat. I try to keep my trembling body still, wanting to keep my throat relaxed, terrified of what might happen if I fight this. Can a person die this way? Could I really choke to death on this manâs dick?Â
âJesus fuck. Lord have fuckinâ mercyâŚâ Joel breathes out as he pushes even further. âSwallowinâ him down, arenât ya? Feel me right in here, I bet.â I flinch when he touches his hand to the column of my throat, wrapping his fingers softly around the flesh. When he starts to retreat, the choking is back in a second, but Joel holds me by the throat, keeping my neck craned back, returning to the brutal way heâd been abusing my mouth. I groan and sputter and try to cough through all of it, my mouth stuffed full over and over again before I can get a breath in.Â
Heâs relentless, and then it stops all at once, his cock popping out from between my lips with a wet, lewd sound. A stream of drool follows, a gush that dribbles down onto my already soaked shirt, and I cough violently, my hands flailing to clutch at my chest.Â
As soon as the pressure of Joelâs body lifts off of me, Iâm scrambling to somewhere, anywhere else, my limbs stiff and achy, my jaw panging with a soreness Iâve never felt before. He stands in front of me, one hand shooting out to grab the collar of my shirt before I can even get fully off the couch, pulling me close.
âDoes it look like youâre done showinâ your gratitude yet?â he growls out, gripping the back of my head and forcing me to look down at his cock, still standing at full attention, shiny and dripping with saliva. I swallow hard, the lump painful on the way down. Joel shakes my head for me, the burn at my scalp making me wince. He presses his hips flush with mine, forcing his erection against my thigh before slipping it between them. He leans in close, hot breath ghosting over my face before his lips brush mine.
âYou do make a pretty cocksleeve, yâknow. Suckinâ cock like a cheap whore, wonder if you take it the same way in your cunt.â
I whimper, shaking my head, the tears non-stop as they roll down my cheeks. âPlease⌠donât. You donât have to do thisâŚâ
Joel scoffs. âIf I put my hand down your pants to that pretty little snatch, tell me I wouldnât find you wet right now.â He punctuates the words with a sharp pull on my scalp. I cry out, lip quivering, trying to shake my head. âDonât lie tâme after Iâve been so, so generous tâyou today.â
Iâm spinning around, a dizzying sensation, Joelâs strong bicep brought across my chest as his other hand delves below my waistline, plunging deep, right to my cotton panties, bypassing the waistband of those, too. Without care, without any sense of boundaries, his fingers explore, slipping through my sensitive slit with ease. I yelp, squirming at the intrusion, and Joelâs deep chuckle behind me confirms what I already knew, what I was beyond confused by.
âThought so,â he says gruffly, then he cups my entire mound, giving an almost comforting sensation, holding his hand tightly pressed to it. âNothinâ to be upset about, weâre just havinâ a little fun, payinâ off your debt to dear olâ Joel, okay?â
I shake my head. âI - I shouldn't be here⌠it shouldnât be like this,â I whisper in a cracking voice, hanging my head low as the tears just keep coming, damn them.Â
Joelâs fingers start to move slowly, just starting with one, stroking gently up my lips, spreading my slickness around. Iâm surprised that it feels good, a pleasant little tingle zipping right to my core that I quickly lament, hating myself for it. âWhat shouldnât be like this, hm? That you shouldnât like my cock down your throat? Itâs perfectly natural, doll,â he says, somehow soft and condescending in the same breath.
âA-all of this,â I whimper, âPlease, j-just let me go. I w-wonât say anything, I wonât do anything. I justâŚâ
Joel quietly shushes me, letting his finger do the talking for a moment. It drags up to my clit, rubbing tiny, enticing little circles. I bite my lip hard, enough to taste copper, trying to suppress the moan climbing its way up from my chest.Â
âItâs okay, itâs okay that it feels good. Itâs âsposed to. Good little sluts like you donât know any better, donât care what it is thatâs gettinâ their panties wet. Desperate,â he growls, fingers sliding through the slick mess thatâs now drooling onto the cotton. âJust relax, let it happenâŚâ I feel his breath, hot on my ear, before he nibbles, biting down hard on the earlobe, tugging it with his teeth. It bursts out, the whimpering moan Iâd been holding back, just as he pinches my clit at the same time as the bite.
He laughs. He has the nerve to laugh and it sends a shiver down my spine, my brain muddled and confused and turned on by the eroticism at play here. He soothes me by nuzzling my neck, taking a long, deep breath in. I squirm as Joelâs hand retreats, and I wonder for just a moment, a brief, all consuming moment, if maybe heâs seen reason. When his fingers find the buttons of my jeans, my heart plummets to depths previously unknown as he unbuttons them, pulling the zipper down slowly, the only sound in the room his harsh breathing right on my neck.
âPlease, I gave you what you want already,â I beg once more, feeling it fall on deaf ears as Joel tugs my jeans down, revealing my pink cotton panties. Theyâre my favorite pair - were my favorite pair - a rare find in a world like this. Pretty pale pink with a nice lacy trim and a little bow at the front. Only now, theyâd belong to Joel.
Joel clicks his tongue in approval of the sight, pulling his head back to peer at my underwear from the back before his hand grips my ass, jiggling it roughly. âOh, you��re jusânot getting it, are you? You feel this?â he asks angrily, letting me feel the hard length of his cock pressed to my ass cheeks, threatening to slip between my thighs. âThis means you didnât give me nearly half of what I want yet. Heâs still achinâ for ya, princess.âÂ
I grit my teeth, hating the pet name, the way heâs using who I am to mock me. Itâs a low blow. I hated everything to do with being associated with my father - I knew he wasnât a good man - and I hated most that it was so obvious to a stranger which echelon of society I belonged to. If I was so important, where were they now, huh? I want to scream those words at him, but instead I just feel my legs tremble underneath me, my knees feeling like jelly as they almost give out on me.
âPlease!â I struggle against his hold, but it only makes him grip my ass tighter, hard enough to bruise. âI-Iâm a virgin,â I suddenly squeak out, unsure of why I say it other than some last ditch effort to deter him. My heart pounds as he stills, dead silent with his hand grasping my ass like itâs his next meal, like he owns it.Â
âWell ainât it my lucky day. Shit, thatâs why you were sputterinâ all over my damn cock, ainât it?â he says as the epiphany dawns on him, laughing. My cheeks blaze hotter and hotter, hating that Iâm even embarrassed at my lack of experience and skills, like I have some sick need to impress him. He notices my tension, my head hanging low as I cry new tears, and says, âHey, hey, nothinâ to be ashamed for. In factâŚâ His hand fists in my underwear, tight and unrelenting. I feel his cock press against my ass again, harder than ever before it slips between my thighs. âMakes me awful excited,â he purrs, bringing his mouth to my ear again.
I only give him a timid whimper in reply, squeezing my eyes shut as I realize there is nothing I can do to stop this man. He thinks Iâm a cheap whore, and he loves it. Iâm a pure virgin, and he loves it even more.
He squeezes me tighter to his chest, my back starting to sweat through my thin tee shirt. âThe hell were you savinâ yourself for anyways? Marriage? A sweet pussy like this?â At my silence, he cups my pussy hard, letting the dampness of my underwear soak into his palm. âAnswer me!â he barks out.
âI - I wasnât! I donât know!â I cry out, trembling.
âWell,â he says, fisting my panties again, starting to pull them down. âMâhonored youâd let me be your first, sweetheart,â he drawls, and I nearly scream at the insinuation. Iâm not letting him do anything.Â
I start to put up more of a fight, useless against his thick arms holding me so tightly. Cool air touches my ass and the space between my thighs as he manages to shimmy my panties further down even in my struggle. I clamp my legs shut in defiance, roaring out a strained grunt as I keep trying to squirm out of his grasp. He huffs in anger, trying to subdue my writhing body before he pushes it towards the couch. I land hard, banging my knee on the hard edge that supports the cushion, wincing and trying to catch my breath. Iâm practically in position for him already, ass pressed out towards him, on my hands and knees.
âGonna make me do things the hard way, are you?â He scowls, his free hand fisting in my hair again, pulling me close. His breath is hot over my shoulder, the sensation vile against the skin of my cheek, stained with tears. âBeen too long since I found a pretty virgin like you. Anâ ruininâ this perfect, pure little cunt is jusâ the cherry on top of a perfect day fâme.âÂ
I feel his hard cock twitch against me, a reminder of whatâs to come. The movements are quick for how bulky Joelâs body is, let alone his age, as he exchanges the hold across my chest for my wrists, bundling them behind my back. I cry out at the strain, the awkward angle heâd twisted them to, fighting him again until a hard smack lands on my ass. I scream through gritted teeth, not giving up the fight, but another thwap! rings out through the apartment, making me falter. My tender flesh screams at me in agony when he lands another spank, even harder this time, then another, until Iâm crying unrelenting, fat tears.
With me rendered motionless, Joel presses down, bending me over, my balance tricky with my hands behind my back. My face nearly touches the couch, but Iâm precariously held up by the wrists, the strain already making them ache. The warmth dripping between my thighs betrays me as my ass stings in residual little pulses, so raw and sore but spreading a pleasure through me that Iâve never known before.Â
I donât have time to dwell on it before Joel is grasping one hand on my hip, notching himself at my entrance. âPromise youâre gonna like this, that youâll never be able to think of anyone elseâs cock but daddy Joelâs,â he spews gruffly in my ear before he thrusts hard, one swift motion to bury himself inside of me. I scream out, the searing pain between my thighs making me wonder if Iâm being split open for good, if itâs possible that some things are just too big to fit in certain places of the body.Â
âFuuuuuuck,â Joel hisses through his teeth, making the tiniest thrusting motions to ensure heâs buried deep. Every movement pierces me with a new sting as my body desperately tries to adjust, to accommodate the horrible, overwhelming intrusion. âYou were not kiddinâ, sweetheart. Tightest fuckinâ pussy Iâve ever been in.â
I sob, unable to speak, unable to move as Joel thrusts brutally from the get go, his hips snapping with force, crashing into mine hard enough to bruise. The lewd sounds we make disgust me, because I know Iâm part of those sounds, my body enjoying the filthy things heâs saying, the way heâs taking me without remorse. He pulls himself out, clicking his tongue as he peers down between our bodies. âChrist, you are one sexy little bird. Poor little virgin bleedinâ on daddyâs cock.â
The thought horrifies me, making my stomach turn. âPlease,â I cry out, my body rocking with the motions as he starts to fuck me again, the strain on my wrists as Joel uses them to help thrust himself inside of me starting to gnaw deeper into them. Iâm like a ragdoll with the way heâs jerking me by my wrists, my body having no choice but to flail in time with the movements so that he can press himself deep on each cruel thrust inwards.
âYou want more? You begginâ already?â Joel grunts between his heavy breaths, sounding so cocky it makes me want to spin around and punch him. I settle for gritting my teeth instead, feeling my body slowly but surely melding into his. When Joel presses me down further, forcing an arch in my back, I whimper when his cock hits something sensitive, deep, primal. Fuck, is it something.Â
âOh, thatâs it. We got her now, donât we?â he says from above, continuing to stroke his cock along that spot repeatedly. I feel myself losing my will to fight, hating the pleasure but feeling myself lean into it slightly, my hips pressing back to meet his nearly against my will. âYou ever come before, sweetheart?â He leans in a little closer to ask the question, the pistoning of his hips slowing the slightest bit.
I refuse to answer, tears pooling in my eyes. I donât want him to take this from me, I donât want him to know anything about me. He jerks my wrists at the same time he slams his hips into me, and I whimper loudly, feeling the way heâs surely bruising my insides.Â
âIf you ainât figured it out yet, the rules are that you answer me when Iâm askinâ you a question if you know whatâs good for ya,â he spits out, and I shake my head, letting it hang limply.
âUse your words. Say âno, daddyâ,â he says with sinister condescension, stroking his own ego.
âN-no⌠daddyâŚâ I say, my tongue revolting against the words, bile climbing up my throat.
He moves his hand to my head, stroking carefully and softly. âOh, thatâs a shame. Thatâs a daaaamn shame. All pent up, yâare. But daddy will make it all better.â He sounds deranged, sick, like he truly believes that Iâm thankful to him for what heâs doing to me. I canât answer, my mouth gaping open just as he releases my wrists, letting me fall to the couch with a thud. My open mouth gets a mouthful of the cushions, making me sick over the fact that itâs probably full of god knows what due to its age and whatever things Joel seems to get up to in this apartment of his.
I blink as Joel grips tightly at my hips, wondering why he suddenly trusts my hands to be free, when it happens. He thrusts into that spot again, harsh and unforgiving, and I nearly see stars behind my eyes as the head of his cock punches against things I didnât even know were there. Thatâs why. Iâm incapacitated at this angle, brutally forced to enjoy the pleasure washing over my body as Joel takes from me, actually giving in return this time.
I bite my tongue hard, not wanting to give him any satisfaction for the tiny moans that are growing louder in my throat, desperate to be let out.
âLet me hear you, princess. Daddy doesnât do with quiet girls. I can feel you clampinâ down on my cock, know youâre lovinâ how I use you up like you were meant for it.â
I shake my head in protest, but a strangled sound escapes past my tight lips when Joel slams into me harder than he has yet, puffing hard as he fucks me like a greedy animal. He chuckles through heavy breaths, little whispers of thatâs it, come on, take it, flow freely from his nasty mouth.Â
I feel myself slip away, further gone from reality as the warmth spreads from my pelvis into my belly, coiling tight. Everything tingles, set on fire, the spot where Joel handles my hips with his fat fingers practically burning with a constant mix of pleasure and pain. I cry out when Joelâs cock pulls that feeling out from deep inside of me again, half a sob and half a moan as it crescendos, waves of pleasure crashing over me.
Joelâs grunts of approval, so brutish and debauched, sends a new wave of arousal through me. I tremble, eyes squeezed shut with my body completely out of my control, taken over by this boundless bliss. Itâs unlike anything Iâve ever felt before: heavenly warmth worlds above any of the pleasures Iâve known. This had to be what Joel was referring to, urging me towards, telling me he wanted to make me come. This had to be what I was missing out on all these years, hiding myself away. Was this the reason sex was so coveted, so sought after? Was this feeling⌠the reason heâs doing what he is to me right now? Â
It feels like itâs never ending, my body so rigid as it spasms yet pliant as he fucks into me harder and harder. I loathe the noises Iâm making that intermingle with his as I squeeze my eyes shut, enjoying it.
âFuck, fuck - thatâs it - f-fuck knew youâd love it. Come on my cock, baby, thatâs right.â Joelâs string of praises reach my ears as I come down from my high, limp and yielding to whatever it is he wants to do to me now. I have no fight - my bones turned to jelly, my body sore all over, my throat scratchy from the way heâd assaulted it earlier. I only have it in me to give the rest of myself over, whether I like it or not.Â
âS-so fuckinâ tight, lettinâ me take your virginity like a good little whore,â he punches out, pounding into my sensitive cunt like itâs saving his soul, like itâs the only thing he could ever care about. Iâm on the precipice of coming again, my nerves still frayed and on edge from the last one. A smaller but still powerful climax takes over, my body shuddering and tight, milking every last second of the pleasure.Â
âGonna blow my load into this pure little pussy, make it mine - fuck - gonna fill you up like the cocksleeve you are. P-probably never want to be without my fuckinâ load drippinâ out of you again. I-Iâm close, fuck -â Joel rambles as he ruts his hips deep, one final thrust and a grunt, and I feel him stall, pulsing into me.Â
Itâs all suddenly very still, an eerie quiet settling over the room. My entire body burns hot, the only thing keeping me from collapsing is Joelâs hands still anchored on my hips as he leaves his cock inside of me, plugging me up. I want to cry again at the sudden, overwhelming shame I feel, but I canât give him the satisfaction. I canât.
Joel pats my ass a few times, pulling out. I tremble hard, falling forward onto the couch without his hold, instantly curling in on myself. I resent the way Iâd noticed how empty I felt the second he was gone, how cold my body was without his warmth pressed into it. I dare to peer up at the sick man who stands above me, catching his breath, watching just as the last bit of his softening cock gets tucked back into his jeans. He swipes a hand across his forehead, gathering sweat, staring down at me with a darkened expression, grinning cockily.
When he plops down on the couch next to me, picking up the can of beans heâd been eating before, my mouth hangs open in surprise at how casual heâs acting. I watch his face shine with sweat, his breathing still labored, but everything else about his attitude would indicate he didnât just force himself on me.Â
I try to keep my expression neutral for my own safety as I feel something leak out of me, not even wanting to give him the smug satisfaction of having to confirm my suspicions about what it is. I do my best to position my body so he canât see between my legs as I try to pull my underwear up from where they sit near my knees, my jeans following. Joel only gives me a knowing glance as he takes a bite, conscious of the fact that a part of him sits inside my now soiled underwear, and a part of me now sits inside of his soul.Â
He shoves the can my way and I shrink back at his sudden motion, not taking it from him. âEat. I ainât havinâ you all weak and despondent for the next time.â
I feel my heart sink down past my ass, my stomach plummeting along with it as nausea overtakes me, a dizzying sensation clouding my vision. He couldnât have said what I think he did. I - Iâd paid my debt, whatever it was he thought I owed him for saving me when I didnât even ask him to. For saving me and then doing exactly what that man had planned to do anyways under the guise of a caring, noble rescuer.
âN-next timeâŚ?â I manage to make my mouth move, my throat to produce a sound, pushing the question out in a voice that doesnât sound like my own.
âKnow you said not to call you stupid but my house, my rules, anâ sweetheartâŚâ He looks at me under his raised, expectant brows. âMy stupid, stupid girl. Did you really think that would be enough? That Iâd get an opportunity every man dreams of - an untouched, perfect pussy like yours, to keep all for mâself, and throw it all away?â Heâs creeping closer as he speaks, shrouding me on the couch with his huge frame, caging in where I lay, my body wound as tightly as it can to itself to block whatever heâs thinking of doing next. âNow you donât think daddy is that dumb to let you go knowinâ all that, do you?â
I sit stunned silent underneath him, wide eyes fixed in a tortured gaze on his rugged face, but his hand squeezing my thigh is warning enough for me to shake my head, stuttering out an answer. âN-no. NoâŚâ I whisper.Â
Two approving pats on my cheek send Joel slinking back slightly, his dark, unhinged eyes staring holes into me as they roam over my body. Despite nothing even visible - my chest hidden underneath my arms and legs clamped tightly - I feel violated, objectified.Â
Terror rips through my chest as reality settles in slowly but surely. I look at the man Iâd trusted once, whoâd shown himself to be a friend, or at the least an ally, currently feasting his eyes on me like Iâm a product. Which now, I suppose I am. A whore. His whore.
âNow,â he says, licking his lips, that hungry gaze already returning, a bulge appearing in his jeans and stretching the fabric. âAll Iâve got to do is decide just how long Iâll keep ya for.â
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Violet let Theo take her arm to wrap it with the piece of blanket. "Thank you," she replied with a wobbly smile. She didn't even have the energy to move, let alone stand back up, so she just sat there, uncomfortably close to the gelatinous body of the monster. "We make a really good team, you know. That monster didn't stand a chance." She knew the importance of giving a positive spin to these sorts of things. It helped with the nightmares.
But before she could say anything else -like praise him for his impressive pizza cutter skills- an orderly stepped into the room, closed the door behind him, and... scolded them? She had to refrain from rolling her eyes at him. "We killed it," she replied, stating the obvious, "it was attacking people." Violet certainly wasn't in the mood for another lecture. Especially coming from an orderly, of all people.
"You don't seem surprised by the giant jellyfish monster in the corner," she pointed out with a frown. Most people would have run out of the room screaming, but he looked pretty calm, even a little impressed. Was he a Delta Green agent? "You know monsters exist." It wasn't a question. "You know monsters exist, and you didn't help us. Not once." He might have never attacked them, but he had never defended them either.
Theo did as she instructed and pressed the shred of blanket to his shoulder, wincing a little and being reminded of where the talon had caught him too. He was disgusted with the room and how he was covered in blood, he could feel it sticking to him and he was so sure that he could smell it too, not just the iron but something else in it, as if it was full of terrible germs, or could that have just been the monster?
Mauve went back towards the monster and Theo shot out his blanket holding hand too late to stop her, wanting to pull her back away from that thing. Whether it was dying or not, he didn't want her to go near it but he was too late and so he sat frozen with his arm stretched out, blanket still balled up in his hand just as she quite viciously and efficiently finished the job. Oh. Well at least she was alright. She fell to her knees and Theo moved to help her, still on his own knees as he got closer.
"You need to wrap up your arm," he told her as he pulled the little bit of blanket along with him, trying to keep it out of the puddle. "Let me help?" He asked as he gently nudged at her injured arm. They were a state but alive at least, which was one step up from the monster. He didn't hear what was happening behind him until too late.
A middle aged orderly stepped into the room, at least not one of the men who had previously attacked them but he had not helped them either. He looked over the scene and then without warning, stepped inside and closed the door quietly. Raising his hands as he looked to the two of them to show he was not armed and was not going to hurt them. "That must have been one hell of a fight," he commented without all that much sympathy though he did at least seem impressed. "What were you both thinking?" Theo bristled beside Mauve though and was sure to once more try and put himself between her and an orderly though this one was doing his best not to appear threatening.
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ἍáĄ. WAIT FOR YOUR LOVE
Summary: You find out about Sarah's pregnancy and so does someone else.
Warnings: literally nothing
A/n: thank you for anon for this idea!
JJ Maybank was a liability to most on this island, kook or pogue. If JJ found out about something at 10am, you best believe the whole island would know by noon. It wasnât necessarily his fault, he had a big mouth that just happened to slip out information even if he didnât mean to. Which is exactly how you found out about Sarahâs pregnancy.
Just as you were minding your business, sunbathing on the yacht, and waiting for Rafe to come back with some drinks on the hottest day of the year, you spotted JJ and Pope walking along the dock. Nosy as ever, you effortlessly shifted back from their view, curious to hear their conversation. Chances were it would be about Kie or their new treasure- but gossip was gossip.
âI just still canât believe it, man. A kid? What the hell are we going to do?â Your jaw dropped at JJâs words. A kid? JJ and Kie having a kid, was not something you expected to happen. You knew they definitely had something between them, but having a child was a big step to take. You grabbed your phone eager to tell Rafe, of course with strict instructions to slow his return to the yacht.
But as you began to type out a message Popeâs voice began, âWe? Itâs not our kid JJ, and as far as Iâm concerned Sarah and John B are gonna be the best parents we know.â
Sarah and John B.
Your heart thudded in your chest, dropping your phone onto the couch cushions you resided on. You had only seen Sarah a few days ago as you defended her honour against Ruthie and her minions. She hadnât looked pregnant at all but when you thought back you remembered seeing John Bâs hands on her stomach, caressing. Oh my god, she is pregnant.
Your sister-in-law was pregnant, with a pogues baby, fuck me was Rafe about to lose his shit. But you? You were proud, it takes a lot of courage to decide to keep the baby and you knew Pope was right- theyâd be the best parents ever.
Minutes later, Pope and JJ disappeared from the harbour and Rafe returned, arms full of all the drinks you like. âHey baby, I didnât know what you wanted so I got everything.â He laughed, attempting to place them all down on the table without dropping any. Your mind was far too busy to reply, so you stifled out a laugh. But of course, your boyfriend didnât miss a thing. Frowning, he looked at you curled into a ball on the seats of the top deck.
âYou okay?â He asked, concern coating his face as he took up his seat next to you. His arm around your shoulders settled some of the worry in your brain- but not all. âYeah, Iâm okay. Think the sun is just getting to me thatâs all.â You attempted to joke, strategically pushing your body into your boyfriendâs embrace to avoid any more questioning. Convinced you were fine, Rafe stood up, âIâll go get you some sunscreen. You need to stay protected.â
Protected. Your mind was catapulted back to Sarah. So as Rafe walked down to the deck below, you pulled out your phone again.
1:42pm
Just found some old pics of us as kids, you should come over and see them. We need to catch up Mrs Routledge!!
ââââââ
"Oh my God." Sarah giggles, pointing at a picture of you and her in a swimming pool, with ice cream coating your wide grins. You quickly rifled through your collection of photos, acting as if you had miraculously found them as an excuse to have Sarah over. "We were so cute!" You giggled, as you flipped the photobook over to the next page to see a picture of you and Sarah holding a newborn Wheezie.
Your breath stalled for a moment, before you began to breathe normally again, hoping Sarah wouldn't notice. "Wow." She breathed out, tracing over Wheezie's face as her eyes glazed over with admiration. You weren't going to push Sarah to tell you but you wanted her to know that if she needed a handout, you were there. Deciding to push the limits, "I hope I have a baby as pretty as her." You said softly, smiling at Sarah as your eyes met hers.
She knew instantly that you knew. Your eyes were soft and wide, waiting for her to admit what you already knew. "You know, don't you." She whispered, her hands still hovering over the picture. You nodded, reaching over to take her shaking hands in yours.
For a moment you sat in silence, it wasn't awkward but peaceful. "I love you, Sarah. Whatever you, John B and the baby need I'm here." She nodded, eyes beginning to tear up. When you first started dating Rafe she was scared she would lose you to him, but you had been an anchor in her life, a big sister she never had. She knew she had the pogues support, but to have you behind her meant so much more.
"I'm scared." She feebly admitted, dragging her eyes down to your connected hands before continuing on. "What if they hate me or I'm a bad mom?" You shook your head adamantly, if there was one thing you knew for a fact it was that Sarah would be a good mother. "You could never be a bad mom. Remember when you were 7, I was older but had fallen and grazed my knee? I was a crybaby but even at 7 you knew how to clean it and put a bandage on. Those instincts don't leave you." By the end, your eyes were full of tears too. "Will you help me?" She muttered.
You nodded enthusiastically, "Of course. Sarah whatever you need I'll be here. You are my best friend before I'm Rafe's girlfriend. If you want me to go shopping with you I will. Or go to your appointments, I will. And if you want to keep this a secret, we can."
"Keep what a secret?" Rafe suddenly spoke, he wasn't in the room but you could hear him walking over to the lounge. Sarah's eyes enlarged in fear, you had promised her Rafe was out the whole day. Unbeknownst to you, he had finished his work in a hurry, eager to get back to you. You lunged over to the coffee table slamming the photobook shut, Rafe wasn't an idiot and you didn't want him putting him two and two together before Sarah was ready.
By the time he reached the lounge, you and Sarah had quickly wiped your eyes but it would be obvious to anyone what had happened. His eyes widened as he saw Sarah next to you on the couch. He obviously knew you two had a special connection and often went out whether it was for coffee or to the beach. But it had been ages since he had seen you two together in his house. "What's going on?" He asked, still unmoving from his position.
You glanced over at Sarah, who was staring at her brother. Normally, her eyes were full of hate and anger at Rafe but you noticed a new look in her eye. Full of emotion and sadness. You began to ramble a reason for Sarah's visit and also your 'secret', "Just some gossip with Pope and Cleo. You know they always made sense to me, Pope was always really quiet he needed someone more outspoken, you know? I think they really match, but there is just some stuff going on- but obviously, it's our secret can't just be telling anyone. Bu-"
Amid your rambling, Sarah spoke, "I'm pregnant Rafe." The air in the room warmed instantly to you, your shirt clinging to you as you waited anxiously for Rafe's next words. You hoped your boyfriend would sense that Sarah needed all the support she could get regardless of who it came from. You hoped for once he could see past his misguided anger at his little sister.
"What?" He finally muttered out, although it wasn't the response you hoped for it was better than the string of curse words you were expecting. Sarah waited for a brief second before nodding, moving her hands to let Rafe see her small- but visible- bump. Eyes full of emotion, he followed her motion. His baby sister. Pregnant. And despite them having mountains of unresolved trauma to work through, he felt an instinct to protect her baby, and weirdly of all, Sarah too. He finally moved from his frozen stance walking over to you both on the couch.
"Can I?" He asked gesturing at her stomach. Seemingly hesitant, Sarah waited a moment before nodding slowly her eyes never leaving Rafe's hands as he tentatively placed them on her bump. You watched on, trying not to cry at the sight of the two people you loved the most connecting once more. They had problems to solve and conversations to have but at this moment, it was like everything had fallen back into place. "It's only small," Sarah whispered, desperate to not disturb the peace. She had never seen her brother so quiet and attentive.
"I can't believe it. I'm lost for words." Their eyes met, both of the Cameron siblings thinking the same thing, everything would work itself out. But in the back of Rafe's mind lingered one thing, his own want and longing for a baby of his own.
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can you see the stars in your dreams (and do they have a lot to say about me) - Part 6
Or: a secret Admirer AU
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In the next letter, Eddie makes no comment about their differing opinions. Chrissy knew he wouldnât. She doesnât know Eddie, not really, but heâs never seemed like the kind of guy whoâd stop talking to someone over such shallow, small differences, no matter how he comes off in his little cafeteria rants.
      Secret Admirer,
      Youâre enough, just the way you are, brown eyes and all. I bet theyâre real pretty. I could look into them for hours, mesmerized by every color differentiation, spend days counting every one of your eye lashes.
      Just say the wordâIâll pick you up in my van and we can go to the drive-in and hold hands the whole time. Iâll wear my silver jewelry, and you can wear gold. I bet your hands would look real pretty wrapped up in mine.
      Iâll be a gentleman, sweetheart, I swear.
      Only the best for you.
      Yours,
      Eddie
      P.S. Romantic meeting spot. I canât wait to put this note right next to your heart. Next time maybe I can put my letter in Moby Dick. After all, youâre my white whale, baby, Iâm always looking for you.
She likes Eddie, really she does, but the way Steve blushes as he hands the letter to her is ridiculous. The guyâs not exactly smooth, or suave, or any of the things that should leave Steve all hot and bothered.
Still, she dutifully helps him write his reply:
      Eddie â
      Maybe someday, weâll get to go to that movie. When we do, you donât have to be a gentleman at allâIâm easy, if itâs for you, and it would be such a waste not to make use of all that space in your van.
      I donât have any rings, but if I did, I think Iâd want one of yours. That way, whenever I look down at them, Iâd be reminded of you.
      How was your day? All I want to do is ask and hear your reply.
      Yours, always
      Your Secret Admirer
      P.S. Iâll search the seas for you.
âI know heâs your friend, but I just donât get it,â Chrissy says to Jeff, walking close enough to his side that their shoulders brush. âThe guy looks like a mangy poodle, and heâs not exactly Shakespeare.â
Jeff snorts. âHey, heâs at least a cute mangy poodle,â he replies, bumping their shoulders purposefully this time.
âI guess if youâre into that sort of thing,â she mutters, and somehow, Steve is. It still shocks her, sometimes, when she thinks about it too much.
âThe heart wants what it wants,â Jeff says, sounding wise, but when she glances at him, heâs grinning, eyebrows jumping up and down at her like this is all just some joke.
She scoffs, âI just wish what Steve wanted wasnât leading toward a broken heart.â
Jeffâs expression drops at that, mouth pursing. Heâs quiet all the way to Eddieâs locker. She slips Steveâs letter between the slats and keeps walking, only stopping when she realizes Jeffâs no longer beside her. When she turns around, heâs staring at Eddieâs closed locker like it holds the answers to the universe.
âIâm not so sure about that,â he says, finally turning back toward her and catching back up with quick strides.
Chrissy doesnât respond, at a loss for what to say. She canât see it, but for all the letters sheâs helped write, her and Eddie arenât friends. She doesnât know him as well as Jeff, whoâs been by his side for years, or even as well as Steve, who watches him every chance he can get.
âYeah, maybe,â she replies, unwilling to let any hope build, not when itâs Steveâs heart on the line. âWant a ride home?â
âYeah, thanks,â Jeff replies.
And when he slides into her passenger seat, she feels a little less alone.
The letters keep coming, and Steve keeps blushing and pushing them across the table at her.
      Secret Admirer,
      Oh, a flirty one, arenât you? I like it. But maybe Iâm shy, did you ever think about that? Maybe I want to walk you to your door, slide one of my rings on your finger, and give you a little kiss. You can pick the ring, babyâIâll even resize it to fit you just right.
      My days are always brighter when I hear from you. I go to the quarry on Wednesdayâs to peddle my wares, but all I want to do is go home and play my guitar (my sweetheart). Iâm writing a new song and I really want to get it down by next weekâs practice, but Iâm stuck on a riff I just canât get right.
      Do you play any instruments?
      Sincerely,
      Eddie
      P.S. Youâre going to make me swoon, babygirl.
And Steve keeps responding using Chrissyâs pen and Chrissyâs brain, and his own bleeding heart.
      Eddie â
      My mom made me take piano lessons when I was little, but my dad refused to keep paying for them. I didnât want to at first, but I really liked it. Maybe Iâll brush up my skills so I can play a song for you. Any requests?
      Does your band play anywhere? I remember you from the middle school talent show, are you still going by Corroded Coffin? I bet you look hot when you playâI want to see it, someday. Your rings would glint under show lights, hypnotizing the entire audience. Especially me.
      Did you figure out your riff? Iâm waiting with bated breath.
      Sincerely,
      Your Secret Admirer
      P.S. leave this one in The Taming of the Shrew.
She wants to build a cage and lock him inside, or shake him and shake him until he sees what a risk heâs taking. Jeff might not see it, his priorities are different. But her first concern is Steve, always will be Steve, whose heart isnât the only thing on the line. And she can feel it comingâthe moment, inevitably, when this whole thing falls to pieces.
      Secret Admirer,
      Have you read this play? Itâs not the romantic story you think it is. Since youâre already holding the book, why not check it out? I promise not to look at the checkout card to figure out who you are (I say, unrepentantly lying).
      My band actually just got our first gig at the Hideout. Itâs next Tuesday, and you should come! I would love to see you in the audience, cheering me on. Iâve been trying to respect your boundaries, but darling, I want to see you. Will you come? Please?
      Thinking of you, always,
      Eddie
Chrissy doesnât want to stand by and watch Steve Harrington break.
***Â
Part of Eddie wonders if he wonât get another letterâif sheâll just show up at the Hideout next Tuesday with a smile. Still, when he hasnât received an answer for a couple days, he checks if anyoneâs checked out The Taming of the Shrew, but no, itâs still there, nestled on its shelf in the library, Eddieâs damning letter no longer inside.
Heâs starting to wonder if he made a terrible mistake.
Itâs happenstance, the way he finds out. He could have just as easily not forgotten his campaign notes. He could have been prepared, and not left all his little sheep moaning and groaning about what amounts to a five minute delay, if heâs quick about it.
He could have, but he didnât.
Instead, Eddie stands at the end of the hall, transfixed, as he watches Chrissy Cunninghamâs distinctive high ponytail sway back and forth as she walks away. From his locker. Where he just saw her slip something in.
Sheâs well out of sight before Eddie walks up to the looming hunk of metal on shaky legs. It takes three tries to get it open, and there, for all and sundry to see, is an envelope with his name written in a familiar scrawl.
He doesnât open it.
âWhat took so long?â Doug gripes as Eddie shuffles back into the room, clutching his notebook to his chest.
Eddie walks slowly to his throne without replying, eyes still unfocused and fixed on the swishing of Chrissyâs hair.
âAre you okay?â Jeff asks.
Eddie shakes the thoughts out of his head, leans back on his throne, and smiles. âSometimes a quester is besieged on his travels and must defeat a mighty foe before he can return from whence he came.â He says it with all the gravitas of his dungeon master voice.
Doug laughs, Gareth rolls his eyes, but Jeffâs eyes are narrowed on his face for the next ten minutes until he gets sucked into the campaign. And Eddie? Eddieâs heart isnât in it. No matter how determined he is to put it out of his mind, it keeps sticking to his neurons.
Because Chrissy? Sheâs nice, sure. And pretty, definitely. Her hairâsâŚnice? Bouncy? Itâs probably soft. And yeah, sheâs a jock, but sheâs not like most of themâtoo kind to give a kid a swirly or call any of the other girls fat.
Which brings him to the King of the jocks, Steve Harrington, whose name is practically branded on Chrissyâs shoulders by this point, whose arm is pretty much super-glued around her waist. Steve, with his perfect hair, and long eyelashes, and those big brown eyes, and all those muscles.
Something too squirmy to be hatred sinks in his gut. Jealousy, maybe? Because how could someone like him compete with King Steve for a ladyâs hand, love notes or no?
Heâs distracted for the rest of the campaign, says half-hearted goodbyes to the boys before finally closing the van door on them and driving away.
When he opens the letter in the safety of his bedroom, itâs shorter than usual:
 Eddie â
 Thereâs nothing more I want than to see you up on that stage, rocking out, in your element, but Iâm just not ready. I hope youâll forgive me.
 Yours,
 Your Secret Admirer
 P.S. If you still want to respond, Iâll look in the big print edition of The Hobbit.
He goes over the words again and again, finger running along the lines of each character, trying to picture Chrissy pouring over them with her pen. He loves all the words in all the letters, wants to carve them all on his skin, helplessly charmed by each vulnerability shared.
He canât quite make the words fit the girl.
Eddie still drops his next reply in the big print edition of The Hobbit the next morning. He watches Chrissy all day. Heâs surprised, somehow, when she meets his eyes once across the insurmountable distances between them in the lunchroom. She ducks her head immediately and blushes, even with Harringtonâs arm wrapped around her shoulders.
There isnât another note by the end of the day.
âSo, wait,â Gareth says, stoned out of his mind and sprawled out on Eddieâs bed after the hell they call education finally released them. âYouâre saying Chrissy has been leaving you all those notes?â
Eddie spins around in his desk chair, but itâs not one of those fancy wheeled ones that Harrington probably has, so heâs forced to turn and straddle the back, letting his head hang over the headrest as he groans.
âFor the last time, yes!â he says, more to the little bits of his carpet that he can see than to Gareth himself. âItâs Chrissy!â
Gareth takes another hit, blowing smoke toward Eddieâs ceiling to swirl around and join the rest of the stains up there. âAre you sure it wasnât just someone who looked like her? How close to her were you?â
Eddie groans again, shuffles off his uncomfortable chair to flop beside Gareth and steal his joint back. âShe was wearing a cheerleading uniform, man,â he says before taking a puff and letting all the smoke out with his next words. âAnd no one else on the team has that color hair.â
Gareth hums, twisting on his side to burrow his head into Eddieâs only pillow. âWhat is that color even? Like, blond but with a weird red in it? Whatâs it called, bluh-red?â
He laughs like thatâs the funniest joke in the world, so Eddie doesnât hand back the joint, just pulls on it until heâs down to the quick and ashes it on his nightstand as Gareth whines.
âItâs strawberry blond, you idiot.â
Gareth wrinkles his nose at that. âThatâs a stupid name.â
Eddie smacks his hand out, lets it hit Garethâs arm with a solid thwack. âYouâre supposed to be helping me!â
âWith what?â Gareth replies, rolling away from Eddie when he goes to hit him again. He ends up on Eddieâs floor, fall cushioned by all of his dirty clothes scattered about. âJust like, talk to her?â
âChrissy Cunningham?â Eddie demands. Gareth doesnât seem to be understanding the severity of the situation. âWhose head cheerleader and, oh yeah, dating Steve Harrington?â
âSo what? The guyâs a douche,â Gareth replies.
Instead of getting back up on the bed, he snuggles further into Eddieâs dirty clothes, rolling around like a pig in a mud puddle until heâs got enough of Eddieâs discarded shirts on him to function as a makeshift blanket.
Harrington is a douche. Heâs got to spend an obscene amount of time on his hair in the morning, and he hangs out with those hyenas on the basketball team all the time, and heâs Steve Harrington. Rich kid, lady killer, King Steve Harrington.
Maybe all Chrissy really wants is an excuse to leave him. If thatâs what his lady wants, he will provide.
***Â
Steveâs been sitting on Eddieâs letter for a few days now, at a loss for what to say. He puts it under his pillow at night, hoping the perfect answer will come to him in his dreams. He finds himself unfolding it and refolding it again and again, wondering if the words will change.
 Darling,
 If youâre not ready, thatâs okay. But the heart wants what it wants, and you canât blame me for trying, can you? Even still, Iâll be singing just for you.
 Of course I still want your letters, never doubt that. Theyâre still, always, forever, the best part of my day.
 Always,
 Eddie
 P.S. Excellent choice in hiding places, have you read it?
Itâs just, a big part of him had expected Steveâs dismissal of meeting up would end this thing they have. Heâd braced for it, and instead, Eddie was sweet.
And Steve canât give him what he wants, isnât what he wants, so he keeps the letter with him and stews on it, Chrissy sending him worried looks when she thinks heâs not paying attention.
No matter how lost in thought he is, a part of him is always tuned into Eddieâs presence, so he sees him coming before Chrissy does.
âMiss Cunningham,â Eddie says, leaning forward like a gallant knight as he takes her small hand in one of his own. She jumps, eyes darting up from her lunch to meet Eddieâs own. âCan I have this dance?â
The rest of the lunch table titters. It might have been charming, if they were at a dance, or anywhere aside from shoehorned to the side of the table with all of Steveâs shitty friends laughing.
It might have been charming if Eddieâd looked at Steve at all.
Chrissyâs sure looking at him, thoughâeyes all wide in her face as she shifts her gaze back and forth from Steve sitting across from her to Eddie crouched at her side.
âUmââ is all she gets out before Jason stands from the far end of the table and starts taking threatening steps forward.
âWhat the hell do you think youâre doing, Freak?â Jason demands, chin raised.
Steveâs about ready to stand, insert himself in the whole thing, but then Eddieâs lips graze Chrissyâs hand.
Jason stumbles back like heâs been shot. Eddie grins against Chrissyâs skin, turns his gaze away from Jason, and lands on Steve. He can almost feel it on his own skin as Eddie puckers his lips again and presses another kiss to Chrissyâs skin, this time to the smooth surface of her wrist.
He never looks away from Steve.
âUm!â Chrissy says again.
Only then does Eddie break eye contact with him. He drops Chrissyâs hand, placing it gently back to the table, says, âuntil next time, mi amore,â and saunters away, continuing until heâs out of the cafeteria entirely.
Steve doesnât look away until the door swings shut and blocks his view of Eddie entirely.
âWhat was that, Chrissy?â Jason demands. Heâs moved closer while Steve was distracted, absolutely towering over her, looking more like a beleaguered father than an ex. âFirst Harrington, and now the Freak?â
Steve wants to defend himself, defend Eddie, defend Chrissy. But despite what Jason clearly thinks, sheâs never needed defending, so he asks, âdo you want to get out of here?â
âGod, yes,â Chrissy sighs.
They leave their lunches uneaten and their tables unbussed, hustling out the same doors Eddieâd just sauntered through, leaving a scolding Jason in their wake. Something about devil worship and blaspheming?
Steveâs not exactly the church-going type; heâs just glad when the doors swing shut and cut off Jasonâs little speech.
âWhat was that?â Chrissy asks in a whisper despite the deserted corridor.
âJason?â Steve asks at his normal volume. âI donât know, heâs always been a bit like that, hasnât he?â
âNot Jason,â Chrissy snaps, slapping at Steveâs arm, taking any sting out of the motion by wrapping her arm in his after and reeling him right back in. âEddie!â
Steve, who had sort of been hoping that he could pretend the whole thing had been a vivid hallucination, has nothing to say.
âDo you think he knows?â she asks, voice quiet again as she looks furtively around the deserted halls, for random passerbyâs or even Eddie himself.
âAbout you?â Steve asks, stomach sinking even further when he continues, âor about me?â
Chrissy stumbles, eyes going impossibly wider at the thought. She pulls him into an abandoned classroom and pushes him into one of the uncomfortable chairs. She sits in front of him, looking across the desk between them like heâs a sad woodland creature sheâd just hit with her car.
âHe canât know about you,â she says. âHe was flirting with me.â
Steve grimaces. Chrissyâs too nice, always thinking the best in people like she doesnât have Jason Carver as living, breathing proof that sometimes, beyond all expectations, people can suck.
âHe could be fucking with me. Eddie seems like the type to play with his food.â Steve stares down at the grooves of the desk heâs seated in. Someone had carved FUCK on it in big, bold letters. Steveâs never agreed with a sentiment more. âDo you think Jeff told him?â
Chrissy shakes her head so hard that her ponytail whacks her in the face. âNo way, he promised!â she reminds him.
Jeff seems like a good guy, but Steveâs not sure how far that goes. He doesnât have the wherewithal to trust like that, not with this.
âWell, what do we do?â Steve asks. âShould you just flirt back next time?â
Chrissy bites her lip, worrying at the dry skin there until Steve taps her chin in reminder, and she puts her teeth back in her mouth.
âMaybe it wonât happen again?â
Steve sighs, thunking his head down against the desk. âYeah, maybe,â he murmurs into the wood, Chrissyâs hand patting his shoulder a paltry consolation to the nightmare heâs found himself in.
***Â
It happens again.
âCarry your books, my lady?â Eddie asks. Heâs already got his hands out expectantly, but heâs too much of a gentleman to make a move without her say-so.
She watches his hopeful grin for a moment before sliding her pile of books into his awaiting arms. Once secured, he does an endearing little fist bump before taking up residence at her side like it's his birthright.
âWhat are you doing, Eddie?â she asks.
âWhat do you mean?â he asks, almost sounding clueless enough to convince her, if it wasnât for that little smirk on his lips.
Everyone in the hallways are giving them a wide berth, clearly shocked by the unexpected pair. Itâs nice, almost, to be given so much space. Butâ
But.
âYou know Iâm with Steve, right?â Chrissy asks.
Eddie grimaces, like just hearing Steveâs name is enough to sour his mood. âWhat, is it illegal to walk a pretty girl to class now?â he asks.
Chrissyâs own mood sinks to the pits, and she sighs, disappointed. âNo,â she replies before letting the silence between them linger uncomfortably.
Eddieâs fidgeting with her books, anxious fingers fluttering against the loose pages of one of her notebooks, and his eyes dart toward her every couple of seconds.
âChrissyââ
âYou know, for someone who spends so much time ranting about the status quo, you sure canât seem to look past skin deep.â
Eddie jerks like she struck him. Chrissy would feel bad if she wasnât thinking about having to tell her best friend about this in a couple hours. âI see you,â he murmurs, shifting on his feet and not meeting her gaze as he holds out her books for her to take.
When Chrissy sighs, he flinches again. âI donât think you do,â she says, not sticking around to see how it lands.
Sheâs got class to get to, and a best friendâs heart to break.
Chrissy snags Steveâs hand before he can walk through the cafeteriaâs swinging doors and pulls him the other way. They settle into the same, abandoned classroom in the same, abandoned seats.
âIt happened again,â she says, not letting go of Steveâs hand.
Heâs still got a bit of polish clinging to his nails, the chipped yellow making him look almost jaundiced with how patchy it is. She uses her own fingernail to chip at it, ignoring the sunshine yellow flakes dropping down to the empty desk separating them.
Steve doesnât ask what happened again; he doesnât need to.
âDid you flirt back?â he asks.
Chrissy bites her lip. âI let him carry my books.â
She hadnât flirted, is the thing, but she hadnât gotten rid of him either. She knew, no matter how heartbroken he looks across from her right now, he wouldnât have wanted her to.
âOkay,â he says, like it really is, like he means it. âThank you.â
âDonât thank me!â she snaps, snatching her hands back for a second before the bewildered look on his face has her reaching out again. âWhat are you thanking me for?â
Steve smilesâitâs small, and sad, and heâs beaming it right into her soul. âFor keeping me safe.â
Chrissy groans, dropping her head onto their clasped hands and just keeps groaning. He means itâof course he does. If thereâs one thing sheâs learned since this whole thing started, itâs that Steve Harrington is somehow, inexplicably, too nice for his own good.
âI love you, you know,â she says, lips brushing against his skin with every word.
Sheâs been thinking it since heâd called her his best friend in that letter, since heâd said it and she hadnât said it back. It sits unsaid behind her teeth every time he smiles, or frowns, or anything at all. Heâs just too dang easy to love.
When he doesnât reply, she forces herself to raise her tired head and get a look at his face. His eyes are big and round, mouth hanging open far enough that sheâs tempted to close it for him, and thereâs a damning sheen to his eyes that makes her own water.
âReally?â he asks, voice cracking. âYou do?â
âOf course,â she replies, the way he always does to her, no matter what she asks for.
He smiles again, and itâs big this time, happy and watery around the edges as he says, âlove you, too,â leaving the âIâ out of the confession like thatâll somehow make the whole thing less real.
Theyâre smiling at each other like damn fools when Steveâs stomach growls and they dissolve into giggles.
âBuy me lunch?â she asks.
âOf course.â He jumps up from the desk and holds out his hand for her, an unknowing mirror of Eddie this morning.
She doesnât put her books into his arms, just takes his hand.
PART 7
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âWant me to teach you?â
đSummary: Youâre hogwarts good girl and Mattheo sees you at a party, leading to him teaching you how to give somebody(him) a blowjob.
đContent warning: partying, hints at Mattheo having a crush on reader for awhile, blowjob, overall kind of vanilla, possible dubcon(Both Mattheo and reader are drunk.), Soft Mattheo, again, very vanilla!, 18+ ONLY, MDNI
You stumbled your way into the empty classroom, the other man kicking the door closed with his foot as the two of youâs tongues fought for dominance. Your heart beating unimaginably fast in your chest. You feel his soft grasp on your waist as you two pulled back for air.
A grin formed on his face as he looked at your flush face and already kiss swollen lips. âYou have no idea how long i wanted this.â He said before kissing you again, not giving you a chance to respond.
Maybe it was a good thing you came to this party instead of studying tonight..,
You take a deep breath as you walked into the crowded party. Already feeling the blisters forming on your feet from the heels you were wearing, The loud music blaring, you recognized the song as âTalk dirtyâ by Jason Derulo. You rolled your eyes at the obscene words of the song as you squeezed your way past the groups of dancing students from various houses. Exams were coming up which means you typically wouldnât be skipping your nightly studying, however tonight was a special exception. After the upcoming exams next week, itâs graduation. These are your final two weeks that youâll ever be spending here at hogwarts. The thought put a deep, never ending pit into your stomach. Over the years hogwarts has became your home, the thought of not eating breakfast in the great hall while talking with your friends felt like a bizarre, ânever happeningâ thought. You couldnât imagine not hearing Draco and Harry getting into their daily arguments and scuffles during classes. And most of all, youâve grown used to these people, especially one certain boy.
You made your way over to the drinks. The thoughts of graduating made your stomach do flips that you desperately wanted to drink away. You combined a bit of each drink, making the drink look a brownish colour. You swished it around in the cup as you stood there. Your eyes sweeping over all the students you could manage to see.
You didnât see him, the one guy you wanted to see the most. You knew you shouldnât be too worried about it. He never missed a party, but what if he suddenly wanted to focus on his studies instead? or maybe he saw you and he left? maybe he actually couldnât stand you?
Before you managed to get too caught up in your thoughts you saw your friend Angelina Johnson coming over, she was wearing a low cut black dress with a deep v neck, her toned, thin body on display. The sweat that formed on her body and the lights from the party together made her skin glow with a variety of colours. You suddenly felt overdressed as you looked down at your own light baby blue silk dress that covered your thighs and stomach.
âGirl! you came, i knew you wouldnât miss this.â She said as she stumbled over to you, drink in hand.
âYeah. Just felt weird to stay in my dorm studying all night when i might not even see any of these people again.â You said with a chuckle as you took a sip of your drink. It sent a tingling sensation down your throat and into your body. You havenât drank in a while, probably since last yearâs Christmas party.
âI get it.â Angelina agreed as she topped up her own drink. âIâm glad you came.â She added genuinely with a smile before grabbing your wrist with a grin, âBut you are NOT staying here all night.â She added, already pulling you with her, ignoring the other bodies in her way as you muttered apologies when you guys bumped into people. Accidentally knocking some peoples drinks onto the floor, causing you and Angelina to giggle as the two of you rushed further away in the direction of your friends.
You finally reached all your other friends who were further off towards the left of the room. You said hello to your friends before taking another sip of your drink, the overall atmosphere getting to you as you started to enjoy yourself more.
As time went on you started loosening up, drinking more, dancing with your friends. The loud music having a variety of different songs that matched the atmosphere. Other students slowly started leaving to the dorms or washrooms to hook up. Draco was making out with Astoria against the wall like a duo of horny dogs. And thatâs where you spotted him.
Mattheo Riddle. The infamous âprinceâ of Slytherin, son of the dark lord. a bit of a tit, or âmanwhoreâ as your friends call him. Constantly attending parties instead of studying. Constantly having new âgirlfriendsâ. A complete asshole to others.
Well atleast thatâs how others describe him. they werenât exactly wrong, but you personally never had any bad experiences with him. He could be tit, yes, but he was never necessarily rude. He was kind of nice in a way. In a charming way. The perfect amount of Goofy, nice, and cold. Not Fred and George Weasley level of goofy. Not Neville Longbottom level of nice. Not Theodore Nott level of cold. The way his hair was always perfectly curled. His perfect white teeth that lit up the room when he smiled. Or maybe itâs just because youâve had a big, fat, tv school girl type crush on him since second year.
He was leaning against the side of the fire place, Next to Astoria and Draco. He was alone though, no girl practically dry humping his leg this time. From where you stood you had the perfect view of his side profile as he lit up a cigarette, struggling slightly to get the lighter to work properly. His red solo cup resting on the top of the fireplace next to him. It was like everyone else in the room was nonexistent as you admired the man just a mere couple feet away from you. You didnât realize your staring until you were forced out of your daze with a rough nudge to your shoulder.
âSeriously? daydreaming about the dark lords son?â Angelina joked light-heartedly as she glanced over in Mattheos direction. You blushed as you looked at her and back to Mattheo.
âUh- No⌠just noticed him, thatâs all.â You brush off. Rubbing your arm uncomfortably with the humid temperature of the party. You couldnât help but sneak another glance at Mattheo as you swore you saw him look at you out of the corner of your eye.
âGood. You could do so much better than the local slytherin manwhore.â Angelina joked, before standing up from her spot on the little bench, pulling you up with her. âCome on girls! letâs dance instead of sit around like a bunch of bums, last party âtill graduation.â
And then the night went on. You danced for what felt like forever with your friends. completely forgetting about the fact youâre all going to need to grow up in a couple weeks. That some of you were moving to completely different countries soon after graduation. You all just enjoyed each otherâs company, talking to some of the other students that you guys were friends with but not tight nit. Gradually different girls in your friend group dispersed, going off with random guys or their boyfriends to hook up. until eventually it was just you, Angelina, and now Fred.
Fred and Angelina were grinding against each other as you took a quick break from dancing, downing another drink. Your body was feeling lighter now. Angelina was drunk as fuck, Fred almost just as drunk. You stumbled slightly as you made your way back over to the two drunks. Angelina reached out and pulled you closer, âDance with uss,â She slurred out. You chuckled as you entertained her idea, dancing with them.
You were enjoying yourself before you felt hands firmly plant themselves onto your hips and your back come into contact with a the taller mans upper body. Causing you to freeze slightly. You blushed as you felt them grind themselves against you in sync with your previous dancing. You never did anything like this before so you internally panicked, looking at Angelina for help. But she only grinned, giving you a reassuring nod. you knew what she was saying: âJust go with it!â. So you listened, hesitantly moving your hips again. You took it as a good sign to continue when the grip the stranger had on your hips tightened ever so slightly.
You attempted to copy Angelinas movements as you started to feel yourself. That was until you heard a voice, the stranger leaning down to whisper in your ear with an amused tone: âNever knew the âhogwarts good girlâ could dance like this.â
Your eyes widened and heart beat picked up as you registered the voice. You knew that voice. âM-Mattheo..?â You stuttered out as you looked up at him wide eyed. Face flushing. His breath smelled heavily of Alcohol and cigarettes. You could faintly smell his go to âDior sauvageâ cologne that you were forced to smell every day in the morning for three years.
âThe one and only sweetheart.â He flirted, turning you around so that you face him. You feel his hard-on through his pants. You couldnât muster a word as you stared in admiration and nervousness. This is your first time being so close to him. âWhat? cat got your tongue?â He teased with a smirk.
You blinked at his words before shaking your head, âNo- no.. just surprised.â You attempted to say more casually, though it instead came out shy and timid. You finally looked down from his face, glancing at the silver chain locket around his neck with the Slytherin snake symbol decorating it, the black t-shirt he was wearing underneath a thin black button up jacket. You flinched lightly as you felt his hands start to run up and down your waist.
He chuckled at your response before asking; âWanna head off somewhere else?â with a smirk. You knew what he was suggesting. It felt like everything was a dream. But at the same time you didnât want him to expect too much from you. so you blurted out;
âI never did anything like this before.â
And that leads to your current situation. In a random, empty classroom in a heated make out session with Mattheo. You clench your thighs together in excitement. Your stomach doing little cartwheels as you pulled away again for air. You chuckled nervously as Mattheo started littering kisses along your jaw and down to your neck. You grinned softly, biting your lip as you got your breath back, hand resting on his shoulder as you glanced down at his bundle of curls. You were nervous. You heard stories about what itâs like to do things with him. That heâs rough, sadistic, and so on. All the things you didnât want for trying anything remotely sexual for the first time, but now you couldnât care less. perhaps it was just the alcohol in your system messing with your thinking. Either way you couldnât help the giddy feeling you had while Mattheosâ kisses trailed along your collarbone until it stopped right in the middle. He pulled back and admired your dress, finger tracing along the ruffles at the very bottom of the dress.
âCute dress,â He mumbled, standing up properly again, making you have to arch your head up to see his face. Your face flushed more -if it was even possible- as you stumbled over your words but eventually got out a small âThank youâ.
He grinned as his fingers gently ran across the outline of your face. This wasnât the Mattheo that you heard others described, and you couldnât help but notice the softness in his eyes as he admired your appearance. You quickly pushed the thought away the possibility of him liking you, you âwere just another one of the girls he was gonna hook up withâ you thought. Perhaps the look in his eyes was just from the alcohol in his system. Or maybe he could tell how drunk you were. You only got knocked out of your thoughts when he asked you a question:
âHave you never even given a blowjob before?â Mattheo asks, his hand falling from your face and instead resting on your hips as his other hand rested on the desk next to you.
You glanced down, embarrassed as you bit the inside of your cheek. You felt ridiculous, you were nine-teen fucking years old and youâve never even sucked a guy off yet, the most basic of stuff. You tried telling yourself that it wasnât that big of a deal, but you couldnât deny the pang of embarrassment that you felt when you had sleepovers with your friends and couldnât relate with anything they said while talking about boys. Mattheo seemed to read your body language though as he chuckled and responded despite your lack of an answer.
âNo?â he asked amused, tilting your head up to look at him again. âWant me to teach you?â he asked, grin plastered on his damned, handsome face. You swallowed in anticipation and nerves while nodding.
He wasted no time in picking you up off the table and turning the both of you around, switching the two of youâs places. âGet down on your knees sweetheart,â He told you as he pushed you down gently, his hand on your shoulders. You did as you were told, pushing the skirt of your dress up slightly so that you werenât pulling it down by your knees.
Mattheo smirked down at you as he took his jacket off, going at a teasingly slow pace as he placed it behind him. With the jacket off you could see the shirt he had underneath. The sleeves stopping just at his elbows, showing off his muscular forearms. Fuck was he hot. You werenât sure what to do next as he leaned against the desks, hands resting behind him which held him up. He chuckled with an amused grin before saying; âYou can undo the belt princess,â
You nodded, reaching up as you attempted to undo his belt. Feeling nervous to touch him, attempting to take the belt off while acting like youâre walking on eggshells. Mattheo struggled to hold back a laugh as he moved his hand to help you take the stupid belt off, slapping your hands away as he undid the belt himself. âYou can pull a zipper down at least, right?â He asked with a smirk.
You smiled at his words, rolling your eyes as you mumbled out a yeah. taking the zipper into your fingers as you unzipped his black jeans. looking up at him as he simply nodded. You pulled his pants down slightly, leaving them at the middle of his thighs. You looked up nervously, and feeling slightly awkward as he watched you. Considering the fact you never did this before you were scared to progress. Holding the waistband of his boxers hesitantly. You couldnât help but bite your lip to hold back a laugh as Mattheos own laugh resounded throughout the empty classroom. His hand gently playing with your hair as he spoke: âYou donât have to be so nervous, just pull the boxers down.â He said amused, causing yourself to let out a laugh, his attitude doing a surprisingly good job at making you feel more comfortable.
You shuffled his boxers down, his cock jumping free from its restraints and up against his clothed stomach. You gulped slightly at his size, about⌠7 inches, But⌠how was that supposed to fit into your mouth?? âUh⌠i donât need to like⌠take the whole thing?â You asked for reassurance. getting more embarrassed as the absurd question escaped your lips.
You could tell Mattheo was enjoying every minute of this as you looked up at his charming smile as he let out another bark of laughter at your words. âNah, you donât gotta worry about that princess,â He said, easily holding eye contact as he played with a strand of hair. âIâll train you for that another time,â He added. his words laced with arrogant confidence that he would do so. You rolled your eyes at his choice of words and tone, wanting to say something back but biting it back as Mattheo spoke again.
âItâs better if you start off with a little handjob.â Mattheo started, tone calm and patient. âUse your spit as a type of lube and itâll feel 10 times better for any guy.â He instructed with a grin. You nodded, going to follow his instructions but you couldnât help the awkward chuckle that escaped you, glancing up at Mattheo as you gripped him in your hand. You could feel how hard he was, his cock twitching slightly at the feeling of your colder hand wrapping firmly around the base. Mattheo too, chuckled. âWhat? iâm not gonna judge you,â He teased playfully. pulling your hair that out from the front of your face and onto your back.
You just awkwardly grinned before spitting the built up saliva from your mouth onto your hand, wrapping it around Mattheos cock. With an experimental flick of your wrist you spread the spread the spit around the base of his cock. You figured what you were doing was good when he let out a slight grunt and you saw his hand tighten around the desk. You gradually brought your hand up, blushing slightly as his cock twitched in your hand. You continued your movements, replicating what youâve read from inappropriate books of girls in similar situations, spreading some of the spit around the swollen tip of his cock with your thumb. You could tell you were doing good by the way his breath hitched in his throat, his breathing picking up as his hips bucked into your touch, and the praise falling from his lips.
âShit- youâre doing good. keep doing that but go a little faster.â Mattheo says, his grip on your hair tightening slightly. You listened, going faster as you cringed slightly at the feeling of the spit being spread around on your hand. You couldnât help but reach your hand inbetween your thighs to help relieve some of the painful arousal, palming yourself through your soaked panties. You relished at the occasional moan or grunt that left his mouth and his laboured breathing.
Usually, at this point in the perverted books youâve read, the girl would start to use her mouth. You werenât sure if you should just go for it or wait. Trusting your gut you placed an experimental kitten lick along the side of his shaft, making him let out a breathy moan, his hand going to place itself gently on your hair, fingers entangling themselves with your hair.
You did the same thing along his entire shaft up to his tip. His fingers tightening around your locks of hair. âTry taking it into your mouth now,â He said, looking down at you. You bit your lip slightly as you let out a quick snort of laughter at his words, not being able to take this too seriously as the alcohol in your system was making everything ten times funnier.
âCâmon donât be scared.â He teased, grinning at your laughter. His hand pushing your head slightly to edge you on. You just grinned slightly, glancing up at him.
His face flushed slightly as he bit his cheek, looking down at you. chest slowly going up and down. You watched as his arms flexed as you took him into your mouth, gagging as you quickly felt him go farther into your mouth than youâve ever felt before. Stopping at just half his length before you were attempting to pull back. His hand held your head in place for a couple seconds before letting up, his hand falling back to his side. A âpopâ sounded in the room as you pulled back, coughing and wiping the bit of spit that seeped out from the corners of your mouth. You could feel the slight stretch of your mouth at the edge of , it was an uncomfortable feeling.
He smiled down at you recovered yourself. âWas that ok?â He asked, his tone patient. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable and that everything was going at an ok pace for you.
You smiled up at him as you nodded. âI can continue,â You said eagerly. Waiting for him to agree as you grasped him in your hand again. slowly going up and down with your hand.
He nodded down at you, âYeah. Try using your tongue a bit more while goingâŚ. uh.. up and down, yeah?â He asked, not sure exactly how to explain it. You smiled in response, taking him into your mouth again. It was easier to do this time though you could still only take about half of him. You let your tongue slide against the bottom of his shaft along a vein as you (attempted) to bop your head. the unfamiliar movement feeling awkward to do as you placed your hand on his thighs for support.
âYeah shit- like that.â He said, his hand again finding solace on your head again. his hips gently thrusting into your mouth. Making you gag slightly. âUse your hand on the bit you canât fit into your mouth-â He said through moans, his voice sounding more desperate now. You followed what he said, your hand gripping the bit of his cock that you couldnât fit into your mouth as you jerked him off slightly.
You took his increasing moans and tightened grip on your hair as a sign that youâre doing good as you continued your movements. Gagging slightly as you struggled to breathe through your nose, eventually needing to pull away as you coughed slightly. You decided to replace the absence of your mouth with your hand as you caught your breath.
âYouâre doing good for your first time,â Mattheo commented with a smirk, his face flushed. His hand moving down to wipe the spit from your face. âYou sure youâre not lying to me?â He asked. Looking at you with slight, playful skepticism.
You bit your lip slightly in embarrassment as you admitted without fully thinking: âI read books⌠and watched a couple videos.â
Your face flushed in embarrassment at your sudden admission, taking in Mattheoâs reaction as his eyes widened slightly before quickly being replaced with amusement. âI knew you were a little too good of a student.â He teased with a smirk, hand going back to your hair as he pulled slightly, âNow câmon. Youâre supposed to be giving a blowjob. Not a handjob.â
You then continued. Attempting to get used to the full feeling in your mouth along with needing to breathe through your nose. Your jaw slowly starting to ache. Mattheo started pushing your head further down his cock, making you gag around him which seemed to only turn him on more. âFuck⌠canât wait to train your throat another time.â He said through a mix of a moan and groan. His words didnât fully process through your lust and alcohol clouded brain. âYou mind if i help you a little bit? hm?â He asked, hand twirling your hair into more of a makeshift ponytail. You just nodded as much as you could in response to his words. looking at him with lust-over, wide eyes.
He grinned as he bit his lip as you looked up at him, chuckling slightly. âFuck yeah.., knew youâd agree.â He mumbled as he gripped your hair into a more firm grip as he started moving your head back and forth by your hair. With Mattheo controlling your movements you could focus more on trying to add to the pleasure with your tongue. swirling it around his cock as you placed small âkitten lickâ like flicks on the tip when he pulled you back.
You could only take it as he face-fucked you eagerly. And god was his sounds divine. His American accent making his random mumbles of curses or praise hotter, âShit.. taking this like a champ, surprisingly.â
Or the occasional, every once in a while, quick whimpers thatâd escape up his throat and out of his mouth. You just felt dizzy with excitement not only at what youâre doing- but the sudden revelation that he may like you too, or even that he chose you to hook up with of all girls. Your hands rested on his thighs as they started to flex more and more often, as well as his moans increase in pitch slightly.
Mattheo pulls you off his cock as he came. Not sure of your boundaries yet so he didnât want to do anything tooâŚ. kinky?
You quickly started trying to fill your lungs with oxygen as you coughed softly, not as bad as the last two times though. You watched as Mattheo came, jacking himself off through it as his cum spurted out onto his shirt and hand.
You flinched as you felt something land on your face, blinking as you reached your hand up to touch at the sticky liquid on your face. Mattheo too noticed as his eyes widened slightly, quickly moving his hand to your face, wiping the cum off with his thumb. âShit- sorry..â He said.
What you did next you werenât sure if it was because you were genuinely curious, or too drunk to think properly. You held his wrist in place as you licked the cum off his thumb, grin plastered on your face as you took in his reaction. His cum tasted kind of salty and bitter, though not the worst thing youâve tasted. Mattheo watched in shock combined with amusement as he grinned. âWell? how did it taste?â He asked, looking down at you as he shoved himself back into the confines of his pants. Amused at your actions. clearly he underestimated how much of a freak you really were.
You just grinned up at him as you let go of his wrist. âIâd take that over cottage cheese,â You said with a soft giggle as you were pulled up back to your feet by Mattheo. wobbling slightly as you got used to needing to stand on your feet.
Mattheo kept his hand in yours as he smiled at you, wiping the spit and small bits of his cum still on your face off. âShould i keep that in mind for our date?â He said, tone half confident and questioning. Though before you could hear anything you heard an all to familiar voice from the hallway,
âThis Classroom, Now.â The voice that you both recognized as Severus Snape said, voice inching closer to the door of the room you two were in. You and Mattheo shared a glance before you both quickly went and hid behind a pile of random class stuff. Perfectly hiding the two of you when you sat.
You two glanced at each other as you both grinned before jumping slightly as the door to the class slammed open and then closed. âSit.â Severus Snape demanded as he walked dangerously close to the two of you. âThe amount of times i have caught you two doing some type of obscenity in public is As.tro.nom.i.cal.â Snape spoke, putting pointed emphasis on âastronomicalâ.
âWeâre teenagers being teenagers, what else would you expect?â The voice of a student said. You and Mattheo both shared a glance as you both stifled back chuckles, recognizing the voice. Fred Weasley, which most likely meant the other student was Angelina. You could practically hear the grin on Freds face.
âTeenager or not i expect you to have some decency.â Snape spat out, strictness and annoyance in his tone. âEspecially since youâre only here for two and a half more weeks.â Snape added, putting emphasis as he spoke âtwo and a half.â You covered your mouth as you giggled quietly, scooting closer to Mattheo as he moved his arm to make room for you. You two practically cuddling against eachother as you two listened to Fred and Angelina get lectured by Professor Snape.
Mattheo glanced down at you before smiling, genuinely. Whispering down to you: âAs i was saying, date tomorrow morning at Hogsmeade? Three Broomsticks?â He asked. Silently hoping in his head that youâll say yes.
You shared his genuine smile as you nodded excitedly, âOf course.â You tried to whisper back casually, though your tone exposed the excitement coursing through you as you rested your head on his shoulder and smiled like an idiot.
âThough you should probably clean the cum off your shirt.â
â âš . ÝË . Written by ankoluvly, 2024 on tumblr! please do NOT repost on anything.
â âš . ÝË . OML this is longer than i expected it to be, and my first, full length fic EVER. Who wouldâve thought itâd be Mattheo, one of the fanon characters that never stood out to me before lmfao.
â âš . ÝË . This is incredibly vanilla because thatâs how i envisioned it, sorry if itâs not your cup of tea đđ
â âš . ÝË . I already brained up other scenarios based off this lil universe between reader and Mattheo
â âš . ÝË . Spent awhile on this ngl 𼚠But it was fun to do even if iâm not to proud of it noww
â âš . ÝË . FEEDBACK IS *VERY* APPRECIATED, thank you :)
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Reacting to you getting hit on - Mouthwashing HC
Includes all characters. Pretense of you being their partner (excluding Swansea, though he is included).
Jimmy
He is beyond pissed off. Both at the person hitting on you for coming anywhere near whatâs supposed to be his, and at you (as if itâs your fault for being perceived). He curses the person out, making it clear to them and everybody around that youâre HIS partner. He makes a show of it in front of this stranger to repair his ego after the event. Heâs the type of guy to drag you away, and forcefully make out with you within eyeshot of the person. He made a point to push all the right buttons to get you melting into his touch and meeting all his demands. He knows how to get you subservient, and that fact reassures him of his control.
After this, though? Expect him to be extra insecure for the following days. Heâs completely convinced that youâd try to wriggle out of his grasp given the chance, and he just couldnât let that happen. So he doesnât let you go out the house without him, and when you both *are* out, heâs always got a hand on you, never allowing you out of his grasp. He needs both you, and everyone around to know that you already belong to somebody: him.
Curly
Curly trusts you. For him to settle with you, he must have a connection strong enough to reassure him that he wonât be used for his kindness, so of course he trusts you. He watches as you gently turn down the stranger, standing by but never once moving his gaze off of you two (mostly you). If he notices the stranger doesnât take the first no, he steps in. He doesnât mean to make you feel like a damsel in distress in need of saving, but he canât bring himself to stand by and watch you get harassed. He promised to himself he wouldnât stand by instead of protecting those he cares for, so he wonât.
Overall, it doesnât stick with him in a negative way. Instead, your handling of the situation reassures him that heâs your only interest.
Post Crash
Although he has the same mentality as pre-crash Curly, there is an extra piece: He is horribly insecure of his appearance, and all that it represents. He shared to you the events that transpired on the Tulpar as a way of holding himself accountable. Every moment that passes, the guilt and hatred of his body plants seeds of doubt into his mind: Anybody is more attractive and could provide for you better than him. His past with Jimmy doesnât help these feeling either.
So, itâs safe to say that the situation sticks with him. It makes it harder for him to accept reassurance. It takes a long time, and a LOT of reassurance for him to move on from it.
Daisuke
Daisuke is completely trusting of your love for him, but not of his own abilities or accomplishments. So, when he sees a guy with expensive jewelry or a well-kept appearance trying to get your number, it stings his heart. Itâs not jealousy, as he knows that heâs the only one you want: itâs shame. He feels shameful that he canât the perfect guy for somebody so perfect (you).
Itâs not hard to notice that heâs feeling down when you hurry towards him after the interaction. You pull him somewhere a bit more private and cup his squishy cheeks, asking him whatâs got him so upset. He hesitates for a moment, but soon leaves his emotions in your hands with the tears in his eyes that he just canât manage to keep back.
Heâd spill his guts to you about his worries, how he feels inadequate. You would have expected this, seeing how hard he tries to impress Swansea for approval. With a whole heap of kisses all over his face and neck, and soft spoken reassurance and words of encouragement, heâll be back on his feet in no time.
Anya
Anya struggles to accept that others may see her for more than her body. So when she sees a woman with a more conventionally attractive body or face than her own hitting on you⌠she canât help but feel a twinge of fear. Watching you reject the stranger kindly, however, reassured her again: she knew you werenât that kind of person. You were never that shallow.
If a man happens to approach you, and wonât leave you alone, Anya pretends to be your sister or something similar to try to drive the man away. Safety in numbers, as they say. Sheâll pull you away, and when times get desperate, itâll be the first time you found out Anya never leaves her home without pepper spray!
Generally speaking, seeing you hit on doesnât make her jealous or anything! She just wants you happy, letting your actions do the job at reminding her why she decided to give her heart to you.
Swansea
Who you share time with isnât Swanseaâs concern, heâs not your dad (or at least thatâs what he tells himself)! But, if he did catch a glimpse of somebody making you uncomfortableâŚ? Yeah, heâs stepping in and intimidating the shit out of the other person. Like hell heâd let some creep treat you that way when thereâs something he can do about it!
If he caught you flirting back with someone, knowing youâve got a partner⌠heâd definately be dissapointed.
Unless your partner was Jimmy. If itâs Jimmy, heâs hoping this stranger plays their cards right.
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Fingers in His Curls, Heart in Her Hands {LN4}
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Summary: Lando adored how Y/Nâs touch in his hair made him feel both relaxed and on edge, unable to hide the thrill her fingers sent through him. Her playful obsession with his curls, especially his new mullet, brought out a tender, vulnerable side in him that he couldnât deny, leaving them both captivated by each otherâs presence.
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Lando would never admit it outright, but there was something about the way Y/Nâs fingers moved through his curls that made him feel a certain way. He loved itâmore than he could sayâbut sometimes it made him feel a little too aware of her, of how close she was, of the way her touch made his skin tingle. It was like every gentle tug and soft scratch sent a spark through him, making him feel both calm and somehow electrified all at once.
The first time Lando came home with his new mullet, Y/N could barely keep her composure. She sat on their couch in their Monaco apartment, eagerly awaiting his arrival. Heâd told her he was getting a haircut, but sheâd never expected⌠this.
When he finally stepped through the door, wearing a cap low over his eyes, her curiosity peaked. As he sat down beside her, he took off his hat with a casual, âWhat do you think?â revealing the masterpiece beneath. Her heart practically stopped.
Y/N had always thought Lando was attractive, but this? This was another level. His hair, now wild and curly, faded on the sides and left longer at the back, gave him an edge she hadnât seen before. She felt her cheeks warm up, a flustered grin taking over her face. She straddled his lap, his hands finding home on her hips. Her eyes locked onto his unruly curls. She had no choiceâshe reached over and ran her fingers through the soft, unruly curls.
"Lando," she whispered, her voice breathless, "I didn't think it was possible, but somehow, you got even more attractive." Her fingers wove through his curls, gently tugging, and he couldn't hide the way his eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he melted into her touch.
He grinned, playing it cool despite the way her hands made him feel. "Oh yeah?" he murmured, slipping his arms around her waist.
"You're really that into it?"
She laughed, leaning in to brush a kiss against his cheek. "Don't act like you didn't know. This is... dangerously good." Her hands moved up to trace the lines of the fade, grazing his scalp lightly, sending little jolts down his spine. She could feel his muscles tense and then relax as she explored every curl, the sensation grounding them both. "I'm obsessed, Norris. No one can tell me otherwise."
And from that day on, her obsession only grew. Every chance she got, her hands found his hair-whether they were walking around Monaco, cuddling in bed, or even out in public. She'd reach up with a playful grin, fingers grazing his neck and tangling in those unruly curls, and each time, Lando felt a little shiver, a blush creeping up his neck no matter how many times she did it.
Heâd act unfazed, jokingly rolling his eyes or pretending to be exasperated, but deep down, he couldnât deny how much he loved her fingers in his hair. There was something about the way her hands moved through the curls that made him feel completely at easeâand yet, a bit on edge.
One evening after dinner, they were walking hand-in-hand back to their car when she paused, turning to him with a mischievous look. Before he knew it, her hands were in his hair again, pulling him close by the curls at his nape, and he couldn't help but smile, feeling his cheeks warm.
Her fingers finding their familiar place in his hair, her nails grazing his scalp lightly, and he couldnât help but shiver. âThat⌠feels nice,â he mumbled, his voice coming out quieter than he intended. He felt a flush creep up his neck, and he tried to play it cool, glancing down at his shoes to avoid meeting her eyes.
She grinned, clearly catching on to his reaction. âDoes it now?â she teased, giving a soft tug to one of the curls at the back, watching as he tensed up just a little before relaxing into her touch. She loved how easy it was to make him melt, to see that slight blush dust his cheeks whenever her fingers brushed over the sensitive spots at the nape of his neck.
âDonât get cocky,â he muttered, trying to act unfazed, but he knew she could see right through him. She always did. The truth was, her touch did things to himâmade him feel vulnerable in a way that was rare. He was used to being the confident one, the one who could tease her and keep his cool, but whenever her hands were in his hair, he felt that careful facade slipping.
"Oh, you love it," she whispered, wrapping a curl around her finger, her eyes locked on his. His breath hitched, and he bit his lip, trying not to give away how much he was enjoying it, but she knew. She always knew.
The next morning, as they sat in the hotel lobby waiting for his car to arrive, she reached up once again, letting her fingers trail through his curls. He leaned into her touch, eyes half-lidded with that sleepy, satisfied look she adored.
"You're really not going to let this go, are you?" he chuckled, glancing at her, trying to keep his cool but failing miserably.
"Not a chance." She smirked, tugging gently on a few strands before smoothing them back. "You did this to yourself, you know."
Lando let out a little laugh, his hand coming up to rest on hers as she played with his hair. "I didn't think it'd make you this obsessed."
"Well, you thought wrong," she replied, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. Her hands drifted through his hair, each touch bringing a soft flush to his cheeks, and he loved it-the way she adored every curl, every inch of him.
"Good thing I'm not planning on going anywhere," he whispered, voice low and full of warmth.
âMhmm, Good thing.â She whispered.
Hereâs an enhanced version, adding more descriptive detail and playful tension:
One of Y/Nâs favorite things about Landoâaside from the mullet, of courseâwas how easily she could fluster him. She loved knowing the effect she had on the usually cool and confident driver, catching him off guard with a look, a word, or a simple touch. Today, she was in the mood to see that familiar flush rise to his cheeks, and she knew exactly how to make it happen.
Determined, she set off through the McLaren garage, weaving through engineers and crew members in search of him. First, she checked the garage itself, glancing around the car but not finding him there. His driverâs room was empty too, and she knew he didnât have any meetings. But just as she was starting to wonder where he could be, she caught sight of a familiar head of curls, bouncing slightly with each scroll of his thumb.
There he was, leaning against the wall in a quiet corner of the McLaren unit. He was dressed in his team kit, the top half of his race suit unzipped and wrapped casually around his waist, revealing the black undershirt that clung to his frame. He was absorbed in his phone, looking effortlessly composed, a picture of calm and cool. But that was about to change.
She stood there for a moment, arms crossed, just admiring him. He hadnât noticed her yet, but she could feel the anticipation building, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. Soon enough, that calm demeanor would be shattered.
As if sensing her stare, Landoâs head lifted, his eyes locking onto hers. A smirk crept onto his face, and he raised an eyebrow in amusement. âCome here often?â he asked, voice low and teasing, eyes glinting with that familiar mischief.
Y/N stepped forward, a playful glint in her own eyes as she approached him, slowly closing the space between them. When she reached him, she rose on her toes, giving him a quick kiss that left him momentarily speechless, before leaning back with a sly smile. âDepends,â she murmured, her voice soft but challenging, âWhat exactly are you looking for?â
Landoâs gaze flicked between her eyes and her mouth, caught off guard by the spark in her tone. He opened his mouth to respond, but she reached up first, threading her fingers into his curls, her nails gently scratching at the nape of his neck. His breath hitched slightly, his composure cracking as she continued to play with his hair.
She moved her fingers slowly, winding a few curls around her fingers, taking her time. He bit his lip, trying not to react too much, but every touch sent a little thrill through him. âY/N,â he said, his voice coming out softer, almost like a plea.
She looked up at him, her eyes full of warmth and a hint of playful mischief. âWhatâs wrong, Lando?â Her tone was innocent, but he could see that knowing sparkle in her eyes. She knew exactly what she was doing.
âNothing.â He cleared his throat, trying to sound casual. âItâs just⌠well, you knowâŚâ He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he stumbled over his words. âYouâre, um, kind of distracting.â
âOh?â She laughed softly, looking completely unbothered, which only made him feel more flustered. She slid her fingers back down to the nape of his neck, scratching gently, and he felt a shiver run through him. He closed his eyes, breathing out slowly, trying to regain some composure, but it was no use. Her touch had him feeling like putty in her hands.
He tried to look away, to hide the way his face was flushing, but she tilted her head, catching his gaze. âYouâre so cute when you get all flustered, you know that?â she murmured, her smile softening as she ran her fingers through his curls again, slowly, almost lazily.
He tried to gain a bit of composure back. âYâknow, if you keep doing that, I wonât be responsible for what happens next,â he said, his voice barely above a whisper, though his smirk was still there, just a little less steady.
She laughed softly, the sound sending a shiver down his spine. âOh, is that right? Well, I donât mind seeing you lose a little control, Norris,â she teased, tugging lightly at one of the curls, watching as a faint blush crept up his neck.
He chuckled, trying to keep his cool but failing as his hand slid to her waist, pulling her a fraction closer. âYou know youâre trouble, donât you?â
She looked up at him with a grin, the sparkle in her eyes enough to undo him completely. âOnly for you, Lando.â
His smile softened, his gaze turning from playful to something warmer as he leaned down to kiss her properly, forgetting everything else around them.
One night as they lay in bed, the glow from the city lights casting a soft hue over the room, her hands found their familiar place at the nape of his neck, fingertips grazing the curls she adored. He let out a soft sigh, sinking into her touch, his arm wrapped around her, pulling her close.
âY/NâŚâ he began, but his voice trailed off as she continued, each movement sending a wave of warmth through him. He felt his usual confidence slipping, and for once, he didnât mind. With her, he could let his guard down, let her see this softer side of him.
âYou donât have to hide it,â she whispered, her voice gentle, her fingers tracing light circles at the base of his skull. âI like it when youâre like this. When you just⌠relax with me.â
He swallowed, feeling his heart race as he met her eyes. âI⌠I justâŚâ He hesitated, but her smile encouraged him. âI like it when you do this,â he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. âMaybe a bit too much.â
She grinned, leaning in closer, brushing a kiss against his cheek, right by his ear. âGood,â she whispered back. âBecause I could spend hours right here, just making you melt.â
And he did melt. He felt his shoulders relax, any lingering tension fading as her fingers continued their soft, familiar rhythm. Each gentle touch made him feel more vulnerable but also more connected to her. It was like she had this quiet power over him, one he didnât mind surrendering to.
They laid there for a while, her fingers moving slowly, carefully, as if she wanted to savor every curl, every little shiver he gave in response. He felt his cheeks stay warm, the blush refusing to fade, but with her gentle smile and knowing gaze, he didnât feel embarrassed.
Instead, he felt cherished, loved, and completely captivated by her.
Y/N was hopelessly, irrevocably in love with him. Lando Norris had completely captured her heart, but if she were honest, his hairâthat mulletâhad an extra hold on her. It was a slight obsession, something she couldnât keep her hands off, no matter how hard she tried. And truthfully, she didnât even try to resist it anymore.
As they wandered through the hotel lobby in yet another city, his arm wrapped lazily around her shoulders, Y/N couldnât resist reaching up to tangle her fingers in the familiar curls at the nape of his neck. Her fingertips grazed his skin lightly, sending a delicious little shiver up his spine. She loved the way his curls feltâsoft but thick, unruly yet perfectly controlled. They faded short at the sides, then bloomed into that wild mess at the back, each curl begging her to play with it.
Lando chuckled, glancing down at her with an amused, slightly exasperated look. âHonestly, Y/N,â he said in a mock scolding tone, âis there ever going to be a moment youâre not running your fingers through my hair?â
She grinned up at him, completely unbothered. âAbsolutely not. Youâre the one who had to go and get the best hair in Formula 1.â She gave a little tug on one of the curls, watching it bounce right back into place, as if it too was resisting her, only to keep her hooked. It was impossible to ignore how soft it felt, like velvet under her fingertips.
Lando laughed, leaning into her touch despite his teasing, clearly enjoying the attention more than he was letting on. âI knew this mullet was a good decision,â he joked, but his voice softened, betraying just how much he appreciated her adoration. âDidnât think itâd turn you into a complete addict, though.â
She tilted her head, giving him a playful pout. âMaybe itâs not my fault,â she murmured, voice dropping to a low, teasing tone. Her fingers traced the line of his fade, then sank back into the wilder curls at the back. âIf you didnât want me obsessed, you shouldnât have made it so irresistible.â
His smirk faltered for a second as she touched him, his breath catching slightly. âSo itâs the hair, not the driver?â he teased, trying to keep his tone light, though his eyes were starting to darken. âI see how it is, Y/N.â
âOh, I donât knowâŚâ she replied, a spark of mischief lighting her gaze. âI think itâs the whole package. But the mullet? Definitely a bonus.â She slid her hand up to the top of his head, brushing back the longer curls that always fell forward. Her fingers drifted through the soft waves, and he closed his eyes for a moment, savoring her touch. She loved how his face softened, his lips parting slightly as he leaned into her hand, completely relaxed, a faint blush rising in his cheeks.
Her fingers trailed back down, her nails grazing the skin at his nape, and he let out a soft sigh, tilting his head forward slightly as if inviting her to keep going. âFeels good, huh?â she whispered, her voice tinged with affection as she watched him practically melt under her touch.
âMaybe,â he mumbled, though his eyes remained closed, and the way his shoulders relaxed said far more than words. It was rare for him to let his guard down like this, but her touch had a way of softening him, breaking down his usual playful front. A low, contented sigh slipped from his lips as she kept up her gentle rhythm, his head tilting just so, inviting her to explore every soft curl.
She smirked, leaning in close, her voice teasing as she murmured, âDown bad for me, arenât you?â
Landoâs eyes flicked open, and he grinned, his own playfulness reemerging. âSays the one who practically has her hands glued to my head,â he shot back, his tone warm. He leaned in, brushing his lips close to her ear. âBut maybe Iâm down just as bad as you are.â
That was all the invitation she needed. Her hands slid further into his hair, pulling him gently toward her until their faces were barely an inch apart, their breaths mingling. She could feel the warmth radiating off him, his lips just inches from hers, and she whispered, âYou donât even understandâŚâ Her fingers tugged lightly at his curls, feeling the way they wound around her fingers, grounding her. âI think I could stay here forever, just like this.â
Her words seemed to break the last of his restraint. Without another word, he closed the gap between them, his lips meeting hers in a slow, lingering kiss. It started soft, unhurried, but as her fingers continued to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, he deepened the kiss, his hand sliding around her waist, drawing her flush against him. His other hand moved up, fingers brushing along her jaw as if he couldnât get enough of being close to her.
Time seemed to stand still as they stood there, wrapped up in each other, the world outside fading away. His lips were warm, gentle yet insistent, a mix of tenderness and barely contained need. She responded with the same intensity, her fingers exploring every curl, every inch of hair that had driven her to distraction, grounding them both in the moment.
When they finally broke apart, a little breathless, he rested his forehead against hers, his eyes still half-closed, a soft smile playing on his lips. âYou really are obsessed with this hair,â he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.
She laughed, brushing another curl out of his face, her own cheeks flushed. âGuess I am,â she admitted, grinning up at him. âGood thing itâs all mine.â
He chuckled, his breath warm against her cheek. âGood thing Iâm not planning on going anywhere, then.â He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close, and for a moment, they stood there, locked in each otherâs embrace.
He smirked, pulling her even closer. âAll yours,â he repeated, sealing his promise with one last kiss, slow and sweet.
âSo the mullet really does it for you. Thatâs it?â He teased as they pulled apart.
âLando, you have no idea.â She smiled, catching his hand and guiding it back to her shoulder, so she could reclaim her rightful place in his hair. Her fingertips traced little patterns against his scalp, sending another wave of shivers through him. She loved how responsive he was to her touch, how even a simple scratch at the nape of his neck could make him soften.
They stood there in comfortable silence, her fingers moving slowly, gently, until finally, he let out a low murmur, almost like a purr. âYouâre going to put me to sleep if you keep doing that,â he whispered, but he made no effort to stop her.
âMaybe thatâs my plan,â she replied, grinning. âJust keep you here, quiet and still, while I play with this perfect hair of yours.â
He let out a sleepy chuckle. âFine by me,â he whispered, a warmth in his gaze that made her heart race.
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Extras:
1. At the Track
They were waiting for the race briefing to start, and Lando was in full team kit, cap on and all. Y/N leaned casually against the wall nearby, watching as he laughed and chatted with his teammates, looking every bit the confident driver she knew and loved. His cap hid most of his curls, but she caught a few unruly strands poking out at the back, teasing her with every small movement he made.
Finally, as Zac called him over, Lando adjusted his cap, lifting it briefly to scratch his head. Y/Nâs breath caught as his curls were fully visible for a moment, wild and free, framed perfectly by the fade on the sides. She bit her lip, trying to hide her grin, but she felt her cheeks warm as she realized she was staring.
After the meeting ended, she found him in the hallway, and her hands went instinctively to his cap, gently lifting it off to free his curls. âThereâs the look I missed,â she teased, running her fingers through his hair.
He chuckled, clearly amused by her fascination. âYou really donât get tired of this, do you?â
She flashed him a grin, her hand tangling deeper in his hair. âYou have no idea, Norris. These curls⌠theyâre dangerous.â
He leaned down, his gaze softening as he tilted his head so she could play with his hair more freely. âDangerous? Babe, theyâre just curls.â
âTo you, maybe,â she murmured, her eyes lingering on each curl as if they were her own personal addiction. âTo me? Theyâre perfection.â
Lando laughed, clearly amused. âYou donât get tired of it, do you?â
âNot even a little,â she replied with a wink, adjusting his cap as her fingers lingered a second longer than necessary. âItâs like youâre a real-life heartthrob, Norris. And this,â she tugged on a curl at the back, âis part of the magic.â
He leaned down, a playful grin spreading across his face. âJust part?â
She nodded, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. âWell, the rest of you isnât too bad, either.â
2. During a Lazy Morning at Home
They had nothing planned, so they were taking full advantage of a slow, lazy morning. Lando was sprawled across the couch, head resting on Y/Nâs lap as he stretched, his hair a delightful mess from having just woken up. The soft morning light filtered in, highlighting the curls that tumbled carelessly over his forehead and fell against her thighs.
Unable to resist, she reached down, fingers tracing gentle patterns in his hair. As she began to massage his scalp lightly, he let out a soft sigh, his body sinking further into her lap. âMm⌠thatâs heaven,â he murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep.
âOh, really?â she teased, scratching lightly at the nape of his neck. She could feel him shiver slightly under her touch, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush.
âYeah, really.â His eyes drifted shut, and a slow smile spread across his face. âIf you keep that up, Iâm going to be asleep in two minutes.â
âLooks like Iâm not the only one obsessed.â She said.
He cracked one eye open, catching her gaze. âYeah, but letâs keep that between us,â he replied, giving her a sleepy grin. âWouldnât want anyone to know youâve got me wrapped around your little finger.â
She laughed, leaning down to plant a kiss on his forehead. âDeal. As long as I get to keep doing this,â she whispered, her fingers tracing the line of his fade before drifting back to his curls.
3. At a Fancy Event
They were dressed to the nines, attending a high-profile event, and everyone around them looked like theyâd stepped out of a magazine. Lando was in a sleek suit, his hair styled but still rebellious with a few curls falling out of place, giving him that effortlessly cool look she adored. Y/N, in her elegant dress, was hanging on his arm, but her mind kept drifting to the tempting curls at the nape of his neck.
As they stood mingling with a few of his friends, she couldnât resist reaching up and brushing a curl back into place, her fingertips lingering for a moment. Carlos noticed, chuckling. âY/N, if I didnât know better, Iâd say youâre more in love with his hair than with him.â
She laughed, unabashed, glancing up at Lando with a wink. âWhat can I say? He makes it impossible to resist. Also have you seen him?â
Landoâs cheeks flushed as he leaned down, his voice a low murmur for only her to hear. âYou know, if you keep doing that, Iâm going to think youâre flirting with me.â
âOh, I am,â she replied with a playful smile, her fingers grazing the curls again, sending a shiver through him that she could feel. âBut I donât think you mind.â
He swallowed, his voice dropping as he looked at her with a smirk. âNot even a little bit.â
4. A Casual Dinner with Friends
They were out with friends at a cozy restaurant, laughter filling the air as everyone shared stories over drinks and food. Lando was animatedly recounting a funny moment from the paddock, his hands moving expressively, his face lit up with excitement. Y/N watched him, smiling, completely captivated by the way he spoke and the curls that bounced with each movement.
Unable to resist, she reached up mid-story, gently brushing back a few curls that had fallen forward. He paused, a slight blush coloring his cheeks as he shot her a look that was half-teasing, half-affectionate.
âOh, sorry,â she laughed, her fingers lingering as she gently twisted a curl around her finger. âI couldnât help myself.â
Their friends laughed, nudging Lando playfully. âSeems like Y/Nâs got you wrapped around her finger, mate.â
Lando grinned, reaching up to take her hand in his, bringing it down to his lap, though his fingers laced with hers, keeping her close. âOr maybe sheâs the one whoâs wrapped around my curls,â he teased, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.
She blushed, biting her lip as she looked up at him. âTouchĂŠ,â she murmured, squeezing his hand back, feeling her heart flutter as his gaze lingered on her a moment too long.
5. Post-Race Celebration
The race was over, and adrenaline still coursed through Lando as he celebrated in the pits, drenched in champagne and absolutely beaming. Y/N ran over to congratulate him, laughter bubbling up as he caught her in a big hug, pressing her close despite being completely soaked.
âLando, youâre getting me all wet!â she laughed, but her arms wrapped around him tighter, her hands instinctively reaching up to tousle his champagne-soaked curls. His hair was a beautiful mess, wild and free, and she couldnât stop herself from running her fingers through it.
He leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers, and she reached up, fingers sinking into his wet curls. âYou look like a rockstar,â she whispered, giving his mullet an affectionate tug. âA very sweaty, attractive rockstar.â
He laughed, pulling her in for a kiss. âGood thing youâre still into me, sweat and all.â
âInto you? Iâm completely obsessed,â she replied, running her fingers through his curls, savoring the feel of them even now, champagne-soaked and wild. âI think I might be a little obsessed.â She said, tipping her head up to press a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. She could taste the champagne on his skin, and as she pulled back, she smiled.
He grinned, brushing a curl back from her face. âTrust me, the feelingâs mutual.â
6. Winding Down in the Paddock
The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the paddock as they walked hand-in-hand back to the car, the dayâs excitement slowly winding down. The light made Landoâs curls glow, highlighting each twist and turn in a way that made her heart ache with affection. Her hand slipped up almost unconsciously, fingers threading through the soft hair at the nape of his neck.
Lando stopped walking, turning to face her with a raised eyebrow, though his smirk betrayed his amusement. âYouâre at it again?â he asked, pretending to sound exasperated, though she could see the softness in his gaze.
She gave him a sheepish grin, her hand resting at the base of his neck. âCan you blame me? Youâre the one who got this haircut and then made it my favorite thing.â
He shook his head, laughing as he leaned into her touch. âIâm starting to think youâre going to be keeping me around just for the hair.â
She pretended to think about it, giving a soft tug to one of the curls. âItâs a strong motivator,â she teased, moving her hand down to trace the line of his fade before bringing it back up to the curls.
Landoâs eyes fluttered shut as she continued to play with his hair, his usual confident exterior melting under her gentle touch. âIf you keep that up, Iâll be asleep in no time,â he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
âThen I guess Iâll just have to keep going,â she replied, her tone playful yet full of affection. She watched as his shoulders relaxed, and a look of pure contentment settled on his face.
They stood there for a few more moments, wrapped up in each other, his head bowed slightly as her fingers continued their gentle rhythm in his curls. She felt a deep warmth spread through her as he leaned down, brushing his lips softly against her forehead.
In that moment, everything felt rightâthe warmth of his curls under her fingertips, the soft sunset casting a glow around them, and the quiet certainty that they were exactly where they were meant to be.
7. FP1 Madness
It was nearing the end of FP1 in Mexico, and Y/N was keeping up with the session results from afar, her curiosity getting the better of her. She had noticed, though, that every single shot of Lando that day showed him with his cap firmly on his head, the brightly patterned McLaren hat never budging, and she hadnât seen a single glimpse of his hair. She couldnât shake the growing suspicion that maybe, just maybe, he had finally cut off the mullet she loved so much.
As soon as Lando was back in his hotel room, they connected on FaceTime, like they always did when she couldnât be there. He appeared on her screen, still in his orange McLaren shirt and with that same cap on, looking a bit tired but happy to see her. His arms were crossed casually, and his cap was pulled down low, just like it had been all day.
âHey, babe,â he greeted, giving her a small, tired smile, clearly unaware of her suspicions.
Y/N raised an eyebrow, trying her best to look unimpressed. âSo⌠youâre just keeping the cap on all day now? Not even letting me see the hair?â
Landoâs eyes widened in mock offense, leaning a little closer to his phone camera. âWhat, you donât like my hat?â he teased, adjusting the brim slightly to cover even more of his forehead, purposely obscuring any chance she might have of seeing his curls.
âOh, I love the hat,â she said, crossing her arms to match his posture, giving him a playful glare. âBut youâve had it on all day. Whatâs up with that? Did youâŚ?â Her voice trailed off dramatically, narrowing her eyes. âDid you cut off the mullet while I wasnât there?â
Lando burst out laughing, shaking his head in disbelief. âWhy would I do that?â
Y/N gave him a look, trying to hide her smirk. âI donât know, maybe you got tired of it, or maybe one of the guys finally convinced you to go back to a normal haircut,â she shrugged, feigning disinterest. âBut if you did, youâd be too chicken to tell me.â
Lando leaned back, crossing his arms again and smirking at her through the screen. âYou really think Iâd get rid of the mullet and not tell you? Iâm hurt, babe, I thought you trusted me.â
She rolled her eyes, feeling bratty, pushing him a little further. âI donât know, Norris, youâve been hiding under that cap all day. I havenât seen one curl. Not one.â
He chuckled, clearly amused, but then his expression shifted to a playful challenge. âYou really think Iâd cut it? How about a little bet then?â
Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued. âOh, really? What kind of bet?â
He tilted his head, still keeping his cap firmly in place, clearly enjoying dragging this out. âIf I still have the mullet, you owe me⌠a full day of whatever I say when I get back.â
She laughed, narrowing her eyes playfully. âAnd if you donât have it?â
âThen Iâll⌠take you wherever you want for a weekend. No complaints, no caps, just you and me.â
Y/N pretended to think it over, finally nodding. âAlright, deal. Now show me.â
He leaned in close to the camera, holding his finger to his lips, âOnly if you promise not to freak out.â
Her eyes widened, a little more nervous now. âLando⌠just show me!â
He grinned, clearly savoring the moment, before slowly, dramatically, lifting his cap just enough to reveal the back of his head. And there it wasâthe mullet, in all its tousled glory, with the sides perfectly faded and the curls at the back just as messy as ever.
Y/N gasped, covering her mouth, then let out a laugh, relieved and slightly annoyed. âYou absolute tease! You had me convinced!â
Lando burst into laughter, finally taking the cap off completely, running a hand through his curls with a smug grin. âYou really thought Iâd cut it off without telling you? Babe, youâre the one who keeps begging me to keep it.â
She laughed, rolling her eyes but feeling a rush of affection. âOkay, okay, you win. Iâll admit it, you had me worried.â
âWorried, huh?â He leaned closer to the camera, giving her a smirk. âDonât worry, babe, this mulletâs sticking around. Just for you.â
She sighed, playfully exasperated, but couldnât help smiling. âGood, because I wasnât ready to say goodbye to those curls yet.â
He grinned, shaking his head, âGlad to know youâre just here for the hair.â
She smiled back, giving him a little wink. âMaybe I am.â
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What's A Soulmate? Part 6
In which things are made official (finally)
Warnings: little angst, social media posts Pairing: Lando Norris x SainzSister!reader Word Count: 1.4k words
- What's A Soulmate? - Part 1 - What's A Soulmate? - Part 2 - What's A Soulmate? - Part 2.5 - What's a Soulmate? - Part 3 - What's a Soulmate? - Part 4 - What's a Soulmate? - Part 5 - Master List
Monaco May 2024
Sunlight streams in through the partially parted curtains of Landoâs bedroom the next morning. Your entire body is warm, wrapped up in the thick duvet that covers his king sized bed. The soft cotton of the t-shirt Lando gave you last night brushes against your skin, not unlike the way he touched you last night.Â
He had just popped out to the cafe that was down the block from his apartment to get you breakfast, as he had absolutely nothing other than a few sweet potatoes in his fridge, one of which smelled suspiciously of vodka. The moment alone allowed you to fully soak in the sore feeling that radiated up from between your legs to the rest of your body. The delicious languid stretch that you felt when you moved even just the slightest bit reminded you of how Lando had played your body so well last night, like heâd been worshipping you for his entire life.Â
You lazily reach for your phone just as you hear the front door click open.
 âIâm back.â Lando calls out and you grin, enjoying the way your heart flutters at the sound of his voice, still a little gritty from sleep.Â
Instagram is your first choice, watching the private stories of your friends from last night, recapping what you had missed after you and Lando ditched the party. And then you come across a suggested post on your feed and your entire world stops for a moment.Â
âUhâŚLan?â Panic dances at the edge of your voice as stare at the photo.
âWhatâs wrong?â As he rounds the corner, you see heâs holding two to go coffee cups from the cafe thatâs down the street from his condo, a look of concern furrowing his brow when he sees the panicked look on your face.Â
You flip your phone around to show him the post youâd been sent by a friend in London this morning. Itâs a post from an F1 gossip account and itâs a picture from Lando taking you home last night, the two of you very obviously together as more than friends. Embarrassment flames at your cheeks as Lando crosses the room to take a look.
F1GossipNews: Fans in town for the Monaco Grand Prix this weekend caught some interesting shenanigans on the streets of Monte Carlo last night. McLaren driver Lando Norris was spotted outside the Hermitage Hotel last night with none other than Carlos Sainz's little sister and from the several reports we've recieved, they were looking VERY cozy together with Lando even carrying the Spanish McLaren employee at one point. As we all know, these two have been friends for years but have never outright confirmed that they were anything other than just that. We have to wonder what it'll take for these two to go public now??? user928 anyone who follows F1 knows that these two have been in love with each other for YEARS. Thank God they're finally realizing it themselves. user9827 i'll always feel bad for that one girl he dated a few years ago. it feels like there was always 3 people in that relationship. i guess she was right to be jealous >>>user8272 i always heard she was the cause of their breakup. confirmed ig. >>>user0388 oh come on, they've been broken up for TWO YEARS. get a life. touch some grass. user023828 MOM AND DAD MADE IT OFFICIAL. MY LIFE IS COMPLETE.
You hadnât had a chance to talk about what last night had meant yet and your heart hammered in your chest at the possible rejection. It was still possible that he changed his mind, wasnât it? That this morning while he had gone out to get breakfast, the space had given him a chance to have second thoughts. You knew that Lando was intensely private about his personal life, hating the way gossip accounts and fans sunk their teeth into any bit of gossip they could get their hands around.Â
Fans had tried to link the two of you early on when you were friends and Lando always got so angry when that particular rumor would start swirling again. How was he going to react now that this photo, where you both had been identified by name. Sure, you had shared that one photo of his hand low on your back last night but you couldnât see his face. This was different. There was a video too, attached to the gossip post and you could clearly hear his thick British accent and your unmistakable laugh floating through the background of the video.Â
Lando sits down at the foot of the bed with your phone in his had. A smirk plays on his face as he watches the video for the third time, hand reaching out to stroke your toes that now sit in his lap. When he looks up though, his smile fades and matches your anxious one.Â
âIâm sorry.â You whisper, tears threaten to spill.Â
Lando is fully confused by your reaction. âWhat do you have to be sorry about?âÂ
âThey caught us. I know how private you are, how you donât want to be linked to anyone unless itâs serious. I should have been more careful, Brenda is going to fucking kill me if you donât. Oh God, Lan. Iâm so sorry.â You ramble, twisting the sheets beneath you out of sheer anxiety. Â
You remember the rant he went off on before he had started officially dating the girl that ended up ripping you two apart. It had somehow been leaked to the press that they were together and Lando had felt pressured to make it official with her after that. What you didnât know was that it hadnât been the press that had made him feel pressured, it had been the girl. She had pushed and pushed, saying that it would ruin her reputation if nothing came of the gossip posts and he had just gone along with it.Â
âHey, thereâs no need to panic. Come here.â Lando reaches out to gather you up in his arms, smiling at the fact that youâre still wearing the t-shirt he had given you last night before you two fell asleep. âWhy are you freaking out? Itâs fine if the press publishes this stuff.âÂ
âI justâŚâ You struggle to comprehend what heâs saying to you. Heâs not mad? âI just know how much you hate the press in your private life. How angry you got when they found out aboutâŚher. We hadnât talked about what this means and I just didnât want you to feel forced or anything.âÂ
Lando pulls you further into his lap, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. God, this was his favorite place now, with how soft the skin at your neck is and always smelling like your perfume no matter the time of day. He was so glad he got to fully indulge in it now and didnât have to hide how deep his feelings for you were.Â
âI do hate the press in my private life, youâre right but I also very much want to shout from the rooftops that I finally get to kiss the love of my life whenever I want. Iâm sorry if I didnât make it clear to you last night, but youâre it for me pretty girl.â He leans in then, brushing your temple with his lips before dragging them down the line of your jaw, fingers gripping at your hips to pull you even closer. âItâs always been you, pretty girl. Always. Be mine forever?â
âYou donât even have to ask, Lan. Iâve been yours for a long time now.â Â
If your heart could have exploded in your chest, you wouldnât have been surprised. You hadnât really known, hadnât really realized how much youâd needed to hear Lando say those words until now. Youâd spent the better part of five years shoving your feelings for him down so deep in a desperate attempt to accept the fact that maybe all you two would ever be was friends. It was dizzying knowing that that wasnât going to be the case now and you struggled to wrap your head around it.Â
âI canât go around telling you how much I love and adore you in private and hide those feelings in public. I donât want to.â To emphasize his point, he grabs his phone out of his back pocket and swipes to open Instagram. You watch with mild amusement as he scrolls through some of the photos he took last night before he lands on one where heâs got you slung over his shoulder, not unlike the gossip post, but this one is in his hallway after he took you home. He types out a caption before handing it over to you for your approval.Â
Laughter spills out of your lips as you read it before you look up at him. âThis is quite bold, are you sure you want to be thisâŚopen?âÂ
Lando nods, a smirk playing on his lips. âIâm about to be so obnoxious about the fact I finally landed you. How else is everyone in the paddock going to know youâre spoken for now? Max fucking Verstappen better stop texting you now or else Iâm going to run him into the bloody wall on Sunday.âÂ
âLando Norris!â You scold, swatting him on the shoulder while you both dissolve in giggles.Â
âGo on, I know you want to post something too. Although I suspect that story you posted last night of me and you in the elevator was what sparked people to look for other clues. Theyâve been trying to ship us for years.âÂ
You blush under the accusation but you know itâs all in good fun. Fear and anxiety gone from your body you reach for your phone again to make your own post. Lando gives his nod of approval and you both post the photos simultaneously and then grinning, you leave your phones in the bedroom as you enjoy the rest of your morning before you have to be on track later for media day.Â
You two didnât earn the nickname Chaos Gremlins for nothing. Â
LandoNorris Confirmed. (tagged: LittlestSainzSis, F1GossipNews) CarlosSainz you'd better take care of her or else you'll end up in a gravel pit. LittlestSainzSis love you darling >>>(liked by landonorris) McLaren IT'S ABOUT TIME >>>user928 even admin knew these two idiots were in love before they did. user0292 oh my GOD he tagged the gossip account. HAHAH >>>user92828 he is down BAD for our girl user0332 if you look closely in the background, you can see me laying down in the middle of the highway. >>>user928 srsly. this post called me single in seven different languages. user02828 god they're so hot together
LittlestSainzSis cat's out of the bag, ig ;) (tagged: LandoNorris) user0292 god they're perfect LandoNorris love you, pretty girl >>>(liked by littlestsainzsis) McLaren our favorite papaya couple finally official!! >>>user0383 admin's been rooting for this ship just as much as the rest of us. user029921 legit the hottest looking couple on the grid, fight me.
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I need to yap desperately about one single gripe I have with this game. MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD read at your own discretion
The first half is me ranting about how much certain things mean to me and how impacted I was, and the actual gripe comes closer to the end.
I'll preface this by saying this post is about Varric's death and my rage and despair regarding it, but more so about my Rook's.
I've seen people who said they picked up on the hints about whatnot, who knew before the Fade Prison. I was not one of those people. I was so relieved when I saw him after the Prologue that I didn't think twice, because I knew that it would destroy me the second shit started going wrong.
I was already not having a good time when I started the game simply because Varric was getting older. I don't handle aging well or death, and his design showing his age, and the comments he would make about "getting too old for this" just made my heart break.
And then shit got worse. I sobbed disgustingly when that knife went into Varric's chest.
After Rook woke up from talking to Solas and she heard Varric, I was so gods damned relieved. And my Rook was better taken care of by Varric in that year she spent with him than she was in the rest of her entire life.
I cried from the end of Ghilan'nain's fight until the romance scene and on and off after that. I got so used to visiting Varric just to be comforted by his presence. Inquisition was the biggest part of my life for a year and a half when I was just a kid.
I did really bad middle school age writing for it but regardless of the quality, those characters were built up in my head becoming even more than they were in the game. Varric was my biggest support character through everything I was going through at the time.
I don't talk about it much, but I didn't have a great childhood, and I know a lot of people didn't, but I coped with it through writing and video games. Varric was the one supporting me through the abuse I suffered and writing was the way I processed how bad things really were.
When Rook was in the prison she said "What am I going to find here?" And Varric said "I think you already know, kid." I DIDN'T until he said that. The second he said that my entire chest tightened and I just said "No" out loud as I watched Rook find his body.
Now for my real complaint!!!
Rook never gets the chance to grieve Varric. They go from talking to him every day to finding out he's dead and it was all a lie. I have personally never been more fucking pissed at Solas than I am now. But Rook comes back and they have that kind of "closing off" scene with Varric's empty bed (which was so hard to go through btw). And then they fuck their pookie LIKE I CANNOT BE THE ONLY ONE UPSET ABT THAT
FYM I gotta find out my dad is dead and then Rook is up for boning like there's no fucking way unless it's to cope. And at least pertaining to the Lucanis romance, Rook is processing everything that happened and they can say "So much has happened, I just don't know how to feel."
And rather than getting to process that in some kind of way, the devs said nah this scene serves one singular purpose, and Lucanis says "I do" and then dicks them down.
Personally, I felt very dismissed despite being overjoyed about finally having the romance scene, I couldn't even enjoy it with everything that happened prior.
Rook deserved the chance to completely break down after everything they went through. Tbh i don't know how they kept it together. Varric said "don't get all misty eyed" and i thought to myself that's way too delicate a term for what's happening here, I was fully ugly crying.
Fuck your "I had a good run" I still need you bitch.
All this to say I'm very upset, and I'm running my second playthrough and every time I look at, hear, or talk to Varric I tear up again. Wtf Bioware.
Rook should've gotten the chance to actually talk about what Solas did to them, especially in the sense that he made them believe Varric was still there. Or at least get to properly grieve the person who was their closest friend for a long time.
I have very strong feelings about this obviously
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Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1369
Chapter 40:
You all turned to look at Billy, who grabbed his little spell book from his body bag. "At least we have our personal items."
Immediately, you rushed to check your body bags, all bearing similar expressions of relief by being reunited with your pendants.
You wore your own necklace, the light metal cold against your flushing skin, and adrenaline still coursing through your pumping veins. Your fingers gently brushed the three moon phases, and you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath.
Wearing it, somehow, made you feel more secure and safe; a placebo effect that helped calm you down a little more and allow your head to be clearer.
The moment was interrupted, though by the sound of the morgue drawers being pulled back into place, the knocking sound almost startling you.
If that was not enough, the growing lights above you started to flicker before one shut down.
"The countdown," you exclaimed, eyes following the circle formed by the lights; while wondering how quick each light would turn off after the other.
Deep inside your instincts were telling you that the time would not last long, not as long as the other trials.
Agatha noticed that Jen was rather quiet, not panicking like usual. Instead, Agatha swore Jen was actually thinking of something for a change.
"You seem relaxed." She called her out. "Usually, at this point, you're either complaining loudly or freaking out loudly."
Jen gave her a hard look, clearly not in the mood for her annoying antics. "I'm thinking."
"Oh. About what?
"How to save your ass."
"Pardon?"
"I couldn't save Lilia. I didn't even try to save Alice. I'll be damned if I let you three idiots die."
You placed a hand on your waist as you looked at her, clearly not happy being called an Idiot or any of your companions being called that.
However, you held back any remark for the moment. It was the first time you saw Jen actually putting others above herself, when all those trials she had been selfish and the first to go when given the chance.
And considering you once again needed to work together somehow to make it through, this worked in your favour.
Of course, Agatha did not seem to share your thoughts.
"Wow. Such a purpose. How are you gonna do that without any magic?" She questioned, in the mood for an argument.
"Agatha, that's enough," you said, no authority coming from your voice much to your dismay.
Your body was still on edge, and it was taking a lot of mental training to remain calm and try to think of a solution, rather than letting your emotions and your haunting memories get the best of you.
Thankfully, you were not the only one ready to defend Jen.
"Y/N is right!" Billy said, putting his foot down. "She saved you from poisoning. She saved all of us. All while bound." He looked at Jen and offered a weak smile. "Maybe you don't need it."
Jen wanted to believe him, but she had a hard time too. Not that you blamed her. Your magic might be sort of a curse and a blessing to you, but you can not imagine your life without it.
"Well, if that's true, that means I've wasted the last century of my life." Jen commented. "That doctor in Boston didn't take anything from me. I gave it up."
It was then that you all noticed Agatha fidgeting faintly by tuning her fingers together and avoiding eye contact.
Unlike the others, you knew she acted that way when she knew something but refused to tell. Something that actually made her feel guilty, even slightly.
"Ags," you called her out, but she did not look you in the eyes. "You know something," she was about to argue, but you beat her to it. "I know that face and that fidgeting. I know what it means"
Defeated, Agatha started to throw parts of a story that matched Jen's story, and everyone made the connection.
"I didn't know it was you! It was the 1920s. I did the odd spell for bank notes. I don't know. The patriarchy really shelled out to shush a lady. It was bind or burn!" She justified herself, or so she tried.
For Jen was furious finding out the truth, and she had every right to be. With anger blinding her, she rushed to Agatha and even pulled a thick lock of her hair in one strong pull.
Agatha didn't even flinch at the pull, having built quite a pain tolerance thanks to Rio. She didn't even fight when Jen tied her wrists together with that strand of hair.
She might not react to it, but you were about to. No matter what took place back then, seeing Jen ripping out Agatha's hair like that made your protective instincts hit in.
Forgetting your own anxiety caused by the closed room, you were about to move and tackle Jen; having forgotten your powers worked normally.
Billy grabbed you by the waist and kept you back, surprised by your strength, considering he was taller than you and clearly heavier.
"Wait! Wait! Look!" He told you as he kept pulling you away from the two witches. "Yhe unbinding ritual."
This made you stop your fighting and look, realizing he was right. The strand of hair and the wrapped wrists were the basis for the ritual.
Jen was not trying to harm Agatha, you realized. She was trying to break the binds that kept her magic dormant and get back what was sealed away a century ago.
You calmed down, and Billy let you go. He stood right behind you, and the two of you watched as Jen repeated the same mantra again and again.
You hold nothing.
You hold nothing.
You hold nothing.
Each time that phrase was spoken with more power, with mode determination... with more need to work.
Jen's voice cracked, but she kept going, holding on every beat of hope that was left within her... one last chance to get back what was stolen from her.
In the end, it seemed to work based on Jen's expression.
Her face changed from shock to realisation and she could not help but fall on her knees, arms cradled in front of her chest and let out gasps and faint cries of hapiness; pink magic coming alive from her palms.
The sight broke your heart, seeing how Jen truly felt finally having her magic back.
Magic for witches was their essence, their core, and their will to live. It was part of them and having it sealed away, unable to sense it... to recreate this feeling of power and mysticism that existed within...
It was a fate worse than death.
Suddenly, Jen disappeared right in front of your eyes.
"What?" You exclaimed and rubbed your eyes, fearing your mind was playing tricks with you.
"Where did she go?" Billy asked next.
"Out of here," Agatha replied in a soft tone, deep down actually feeling happiness for Jen; capable of actually taking back what she was looking for.
You frowned. "But we are not done with the trials, yet"
Agatha looked at you, her gaze softening. "She is done with it. Her trial has already passed, and she got what she wanted."
You felt the need to argue but stopped yourself. The Road was a place unknown, and not even you or Agatha or Rio knew much about it. Each time it worked differently, each time seemed to make up something new.
So, who says the trials were not shortened? Or perhaps, it was giving a chance for some to find what they are looking for and be free without having to finish the road.
This was a comforting thought, deep down wanting to end this and get out.
The fact remained, though, how were you going to find what you are looking for? When you pretty much had nothing to work with and unlike Jen; there was no binding whatsoever that could be broken.
Chapter 41
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There's No Going Back // Jey Uso x Reader
**Author's Note: Hiiiii, this is my first ever fic writing so go easy on me đ¤ but if you like this feel free to give me some more suggestions too! Happy reading!**
Plot -> Y/N catches her boyfriend of three years in their shared bed with someone else. When she goes to her best friend Joshâs to gather her thoughts and seek some consolation, she learns thatâs not the only thing sheâs going to find when she walks in the doorâŚ
Pairings -> Jey Uso x Fem!Reader (Y/N) Warnings -> Cheating (made up BF name), Cursing, Hickies, Oral Sex (Fem!Receiving), Fingering, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Minors DNI
Word Count -> 3.4k Nothing seemed to be going right for Y/N today. It started by her spilling hot coffee on her shirt at 6am, making her atrociously late to her morning meetings at work, followed by her getting written up for said tardiness, then being swamped with paperwork all day. She had yet to eat or drink anything (except for the other half of the coffee she didnât spill on herself) and she. was. EXHAUSTED. All Y/N wanted to do was relax on her couch with her boyfriend Ben, whom sheâd been dating coming up on four years in December, and let everything that transpired today slip from her mind as she laid in her manâs arms. That was not to be though, as the minute she turned the lock to enter her 2 bedroom apartment they shared she immediately sensed something was wrong. The scent in the air was different; she knew she hadnât gotten any new candles or air fresheners lately so that wasnât it. Perfume, she thought as she started assembling the pieces together, and itâs not mine.Â
Y/N looked around the apartment. There was no sign of anyone here, no trace of another woman. She relaxed partially, still keeping the thought in the back of her mind, but feeling eased because she didn't see any evidence of an affair in her space. But she didnât need to see it to confirm it, she heard it. A moan. Coming from the bedroom.
âFuck Ben, Iâm so close.âÂ
She stopped dead in her tracks, the blood in her veins had turned ice cold. No, there was no way, right? Ben wouldnât throw away three years of our relationship like this. Heâd never do that to her, he loved her. Right? This had to be a dream, right?Â
Her feet moved before her mind understood what was happening. Y/N was walking on autopilot, directly to the room where she heard the female voice come from. She knew she didnât need to see it, she had heard enough to confirm her suspicions already. But before she knew it she was standing in front of her bedroom door, and sure enough she was hearing everything she needed to let her know that this wasnât a dream. Echoing noises of skin slapping, faint moans and groans, and whimpering rang through Y/Nâs earâs, but that didnât stop her from twisting the knob on the door and silently cracking it open. She saw the unthinkable; Ben, her long-time boyfriend, had a random woman bent over the bed, their bed, and was fucking her in ways that were meant for Y/N and Y/N only. And the sight of it made her want to throw up.
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Y/N couldnât remember when she left the entryway to her bedroom. She couldnât remember running out of the apartment and into her car. Hell, she couldnât even remember sitting in standstill traffic on I-285. But she did do all of those things, because here she sat parked in front of her best friend Joshâs house.Â
Josh, who she met years ago at a networking event in collaboration with her company and the WWE, was her go-to person. After that event, they quickly became the best of friends. Theyâd spend every chance they could together when he wasnât on the road wrestling for hundreds of thousands of people, much to the disapproval of Ben. Ben never liked how much time Y/N wanted to spend with Josh when he was home, and he sure as hell hated how close the two were. Ben had started many fights with Y/N about Josh over the years and each time she assured him that there was never anything happening between the two; she had always shown Ben she was loyal to him and him only. And look how that turned out.
Before she knew it she was on Joshâs doorstep, the fall air in Atlanta feeling colder than usual to her, as she pressed the button on the Ring doorbell. It felt like hours of her standing there but only a couple minutes later and Josh was answering the door. He was shirtless, with basketball shorts loosely hanging around his waist. His hair was wet, like he had just freshly showered, and he smelled richly of his body wash and aftershave.
âHey mamas, why didnât you ca-,â he stopped mid-sentence. Josh knew the woman standing before him for 6 years, he knew everything about her. He knew when she was happy, when she was sad, when she was angry. And he definitely knew something was wrong now. But before he could ask further, she broke down in front of him.
âBen, he.. I..â Y/N couldnât even form the words to say it out loud, sniffling and letting out sobs trying to tell him what had happened, but Josh quickly figured it out and ushered her to the couch in his living room. He left her for a moment to grab her a water from the fridge, but immediately came back and sat next to her while she tried to describe the events that just unfolded.Â
âI saw it,â she cried, âat first I thought-, at first I thought that m-maybe I was just h-hearing things. B-but he was f-fucking someone else. I-in our b-bed.â Josh opened his arms to her and she nestled her face in the crook of his neck, letting out loud sobs while he listened and embraced her. She doesnât deserve this, he thought, she doesnât deserve any of this.
Josh continued consoling Y/N and cooing reassuring words in her ear while she let out sobs against him. Josh had plans tonight to relax and unwind during one of the rare longer periods of time he had off, but now? Y/N was his number 1 priority and he was going to be here all night if he had to, just to make sure she was okay. Joshâs heart shattered hearing her cry over a man who 1. he never cared much for to begin with, and 2. had broken his best friendâs heart. Josh wasnât blind to the clear disdain Ben had shown him over the years, but he knew why he hated him so much. Ben saw what Y/N didnât, that Josh was madly in love with her. Ben was afraid that Josh would try to take Y/N away from him, and if Ben hadnât been in the picture he mightâve. But none of that mattered now; what mattered was being the person, the friend that Y/N desperately needed to be there for her.Â
Lost in his own thoughts, Josh didnât notice that Y/N had stopped crying and was lifting her head from the crook of his neck. She sniffled, and wiped her cheeks from the tears that coated them.
âThank you, J. For letting me sabotage your evening and being here for me. I needed that.â
âBaby, you didnât sabotage nothinâ. I had no plans tonight. You know Iâll always be here for you. Always.â That pet name always makes her stomach do somersaults, but after the events of this evening she wasnât able to react with a blush or a soft smile like she usually does.
âI just donât understand why,â she vented, âwhy would he throw away our entire relationship like that? Like, did I do something wrong? Was it me? Was I not good enough for him?â âY/N-â
âNo, Josh, I donât wanna hear any of that âyouâre too good for himâ and âitâs his faultâ bullshit right now. Three years, Josh, three whole years I was with him, and he decides to fuck some random bitch in our bed all of a sudden? It had to have been me, thereâs no way he-â
Her sentence was cut short by the feeling of Joshâs lips on hers. Maybe it was her emotions guiding her, but Y/N instinctively moved her lips in sync with his. Something about the way Joshâs lips felt against her own felt natural, normal even. She knew she shouldnât be doing this, they were friends after all and friends donât kiss each other like this, but she couldnât will herself to pull away. What felt like hours of the two sharing this intimate moment together lasted mere minutes, as Josh pulled away quickly realizing what he had just done.
âY/N, I-iâm so sorry⌠I wasnât thinking right, I- I shouldnât have done that. But hearing you talk down on yourself like that just⌠I couldnât take it. Youâre just so incredible and I-â It was his turn to be cut off now, by Y/N giving him a swift kiss to stop his train of thought. Y/Nâs lips hovered over his for a brief moment, daring Josh to close the distance between the two again. She watched his face show how much he was trying to control himself and giggled for the first time that night, her cheeks once rosy from her tears now turning color over the twoâs moment they shared, and finally spoke up.Â
âDonât be sorry, J. If I'm being honest I kinda enjoyed it, and if Iâm being more honestâŚâ She leaned impossibly closer to him now, her lips brushing his as she whispered, âI wanna do it again.â That was all Josh needed to hear for him to crash his lips into hers, this time more desperate than before. He craved her, he needed her, and he wanted her to feel it too. His tongue brushed her bottom lip begging for entrance, causing her to smile into the kiss and denying him access. He was not going to let her tease him like this though, taking her bottom lip between his teeth and giving it a tug. The slight pain and mix of pleasure earned a gasp from Y/N, giving Josh an opportunity for him to slide his tongue inside as they battled for dominance. He used this distraction to pull her into his lap, Y/N now straddling his waist, as they continued to explore each other's mouths and bodies. Y/Nâs hands were tugging on the ends of his mullet, earning low groans from him while his hand traveled from her waist to her ass and kneading it with his hands as she began to grind into him at a torturous pace. Josh was getting rapidly hard underneath her, and he could feel through the thin material of her dress pants rubbing on him that she was getting turned on as well. Sensing that they were enveloped in the heat of the moment Joshua pulled away, his hands still resting firmly on her ass while hers were still entangled in his hair. âAre you sure about this, Y/N? Because if we do thisâŚâ
âWhat, thereâs no going back? Weâre past that point now. I want this, I want you, I need you. Please, Josh, I want you to touch me.â
Josh sat up almost too fast, earning a gasp from Y/N and making her giggle into his neck as he lifted the two of them up and carried her to his bedroom. He gently laid her on his bed and crawled on top of her, kissing her softly before trailing his lips down her jaw and to her neck. He licked and sucked on the sensitive skin before finding the spot just below her right ear, where her soft moans she had before began growing louder. He had found her sweet spot, and he was going to make sure he marked it as his. Josh alternated between sucking and biting on the sensitive area until a bruise began forming at the surface. Admiring his work he nipped at Y/Nâs ear and began whispering sweet nothings to her. Joshâs words and the feeling of his breath on her neck sent chills down her spine, and even more, her core to grow wetter by the second. She inadvertently bucked her hips at this, causing her to brush his hardening cock through his shorts.
âRelax mamas, Imma take good care of you,â he hissed, âjust wanna admire you first.â Y/N lets out a breathy moan at this, while trying to fight every urge within her to not flip them over and take him right now. Sensing how needy she is for him Josh removes her shirt and unclasps her bra, leaving him in awe of the topless woman before him. Y/N, feeling his intense gaze on her, tries to cover herself with her arms but Josh immediately pins them above her head. âNever ever cover yourself in front of me, you understand baby? Youâre too beautiful to hide yourself like that.â Y/N tries to nod in response but is immediately stopped by Josh wrapping his lips around her nipple, sucking and biting on it as Y/N throws her head back and tangles her fingers in his hair yet again. He alternates between each one, giving the same amount of attention to both and making Y/Nâs head spin with pleasure. Josh is taking his time with her, and she is enjoying every second. He then trails kisses down her abdomen and makes his way to where she needs him most, wasting no time in removing her bottoms and coming face to face with Y/Nâs pretty pussy glistening before him, because of him. âOh poor baby, youâre soaked. Who made you this wet, hmm?â Y/N moans in response, and Josh lightly smacks her thigh. âAnswer me, baby. Who did this?â Josh teases, knowing damn well heâs the reason why, but wanting it to come straight from Y/Nâs mouth. âY-you did, Josh. Please baby, do someth- oh fuck,â Y/Nâs pleas are cut short by Josh licking a stripe through her folds, collecting some of her wetness on his tongue. âMmm.. you taste so sweet, baby, you wanna try?â Josh trails two fingers along her pussy, gathering more of her juices before reaching them to her. Y/N doesnât hesitate to wrap her lips around his fingers and suck her juices off of them, moaning around them as she does so. Josh groans as her cheeks hollow around his digits, feeling his cock harden at the imagination of her mouth around him. He focuses on her clit and continues to guide his tongue in ways Y/N has never experienced before, feeling that feeling in her stomach growing stronger with each flick of his tongue. She frees his fingers from her mouth and starts chanting his praises, as if she were worshiping the way heâs eating her pussy. His name falls from her lips like heâs her god, and her reaction to him only fuels him more. He inserts his tongue into her pussy, fucking her with his tongue and driving her wild.Â
âJosh, please, donât stop baby- oh fuck,â she whines as he adds a finger with his tongue and speeds up his movements, tongue and finger fucking her at a torturous yet unrelenting pace. Her pussy clenches around him, he knows sheâs close, and heâs not stopping until his face is drenched in her cum. With his free hand he takes his thumb and rubs circles into her clit, the sensation causing her to arch her back off of the mattress and her thighs to tighten around his head. Before she can warn him the pressure in her stomach explodes, her vision turns white, and sheâs shaking and moaning his name as she cums violently around his tongue. Josh had never seen a sight more beautiful than the way Y/Nâs body reacts as sheâs completely letting go. He wanted to capture that moment in his mind forever, and he wanted to do it again and again. Y/N slowly regained herself, catching her breath and beginning to relax her muscles while Josh licked every last drop of her up like his life depended on it. She shuddered at this, still sensitive from his work on her. After he was sure he had gotten every single drop of Y/Nâs essence cleaned up, he proceeded to remove his shorts exposing his long, hard cock. Y/N admired the man before her in all of his glory, instinctively licking her lips as she attempted to sit up and return the favor. âNot tonight, mamas,â Josh cooed, âTonightâs all about you. Gonna show you how much I love you, baby.â With this his lips found hers, but this time it was different. Something had changed between the two. This was no longer desperation, it was passion. Love. Josh used this moment of kissing her to tease her with his cock, rubbing himself along her pussy, before stopping at her entrance. They broke the kiss; foreheads touching, breathless, and staring longingly into each other's eyes. âNo turning back now, right?â âNever,â Y/N whispered as he eased himself into her. The feeling of him stretching her pussy as he slipped inside, the way her walls fluttered and tightened around him and he pushed himself deeper, was unlike anything Josh or Y/N had ever felt before. Itâs like they were made for each other, how he fit so perfectly inside of her was something you could only dream of. A series of moans were sung by them both as Joshâs cock completely bottomed out inside of her. After giving them both a second to adjust, he slowly eased his way in and out. Pulling out enough to leave just the tip inside, then all the way back in. Over, and over, and over, and over. Y/Nâs hands traveled to Joshâs back and began digging her nails into skin as she threw her head back in ecstasy. Joshâs face found the crook of her neck and peppered kisses along the skin as he continued to make love to her.
âFuck Y/N, so tight fâme. Feels so good wrapped around me, baby.â His thrusts picked up tempo, but not too fast. Josh wanted to savor this moment; he wanted to live in this feeling of him stretching her out forever, but he also knew it was taking everything he had to hold in his urge to cum on the spot. But his need for her to cum around him right as he was emptying himself into her motivated him into holding on just a little bit longer. He bucked his hips up into her sharply and Y/N arched her back and moaned his name loudly as her nails dragged down his back. Knowing he had now found her spot, he wasted no time in hitting it with every single thrust. Y/N could barely contain herself- she was a mess underneath him. She couldn't utter anything other than Joshâs name, and hearing it only drew him closer to the edge along with her. âI never want to hear you doubt yourself ever again mamas, you understand me?â He grunted in her ear, âYou deserve the world baby, and Iâm gonna give it to you. Youâre mine now, understand?â âFuck yes, Iâm yours baby. Iâm yours. Josh, I-âÂ
âI know, I know, Iâm close too princess. Cum with me, I gotchu.â
Y/N lets go more viciously than the last, and the tightening of her pussy as she cums around him is enough to have Josh moaning her name in her ear as he fills her with his cum, still moving his hips as he fucks his seed into her. Y/N is still riding the high of her orgasm, whimpering with every thrust he makes. On his way down from his, he slows his movements inside her and rests his forehead against hers. Theyâre both dripping in sweat, but none of that matters as they lock eyes and catch their breath. Itâs silent, but a comfortable silence.Â
Josh pulls out of her and Y/N sighs, feeling empty without him inside of her as he lies down next to her and pulls her into his arms and both close their eyes. Whatever fallout happens from the events of today will have to wait until tomorrow, right now all that matters is them. Both realize the gravity of this moment, both know their friendship just changed forever, and both know that thereâs no going back now.
And thatâs perfectly okay with them.
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I love it panlight's headcanon of the movie, too, though I'm not so opposed to how Meyer writes James' regard towards Victoria in the book either becuase of his disposition; in a way, it's like asserting his own "screws loose" state, that he could only have someone like Victoria as his 1st (really 2nd) priority. For me, this version is not "better", but brings a certain frixxle of tragedy to the cycle of revenge and passion the whole mating bit is supposed to bring. To Victoria, he was the absolute, most important person in the world; she wasn't to him and it's not likely he'd die for her like she herself was aware she risked when she went after Edward (she had the intention of surviivng, but she also knew there was chance of death, whereas James would have concieved it as more payback for ruining his best asset rather than companion).
I just love nasty people obsessed, infatuated, or in love with each other, dammit!
It also brings up odd implications about mating being more as a first-come-first-serve/best-match-possible sort of thing rather then "fate-destined soulmates" even when Meyer seems to convey that a few vamp couples are exactly that. But Victoria and James are not one of them, to her and in her world.
At the same time, another reblogger here suggests that Meyer writing the original James as that way to punch down on Victoria and bring a contrasted foil to Bella's life, representation, and character. Victoria is definitely mean tot have been Bella's foil.
victoria and james need more love in the fandom. sure theyre shitty people, but they are MY shitty people. them and laurent seem like my friend group. like, if i were turned into a twi vamp, id pal up with those guys. theyre fun and dont over think.
Itâs funny because theyâre the first non-Cullen vampires we meet, and weâre told the Cullens arenât typical vampires, so for the first three books I sort of figured that most vampires were like James, Victoria and Laurent? I think thatâs part of why it was jarring to me to meet all these relatively pleasant vampires in Breaking Dawn who were content to hang around the Cullensâ house for a week reading books or whatever like, no, James and Victoria would have been bored out of their minds! Thatâs far too domestic and human for them! Boring!(Although I do headcanon they sometimes would âplay houseâ and like find some isolated home and kill the owners and stay there for a week or so like, taking baths and wearing the dead ownerâs bathrobes and pretending to be all domestic and fool around in the bedroom and then get bored and move on.)I was kinda bummed in the guide that James wasnât all that into Victoria and was using her for her gift because they seemed to have a fun dynamic, especially in the movie. I guess I like to think in the movieverse at least he loved her more than he did in book canon, like that bit where they are leaving the baseball field and he throws an arm around her and kisses her hair is fabulous:
Then thereâs a deleted scene in the New Moon movie where Victoria talks about their cat-and-mouse games. How âno one can hide like me, but no one could seek like Jamesâ and how eventually âWeâd get hungry for each otherâ and sheâd let him find her. âWe never could get sick of each other . . but we would have had forever to try.âÂ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8QgouFxTh0A (it starts with Bella but keep watching for Victoria). And Iâve always had a soft spot for Laurent. Like heâs kind of awful but at the same time not 100% terrible, because in Forever Dawn he ended up on the âgoodâ side and was happy being a vegetarian with the Denali coven. So he was just kind of a mediocre person who in one timeline ends up happy and âgoodâ and in the other spies for his crappy friend and ends up torn apart by wolves.Â
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Tommyâs Turn
18+ Minors DNI
Pairing: dark!Tommy x reader, dark!Joel x reader
A/N: Follow up to Collared which was supposed to be a one shot but Iâve well and truly fallen down the rabbit hole now. Ah well never mind, hope you enjoy! Same warnings as the last one, itâs dark, please heed the warnings.
Word Count: 811
Summary: Tommy takes his turn with you.
Warnings: Non-Con, dark Joel, dark Tommy, kidnapping, drugging, somnophilia, unprotected piv, creampie, restraints.
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Joel was sitting on the porch skinning a rabbit when the sounds started leaking from within the cabin. The squeaking mattress and the slow rhythmic bang of the headboard into the wall, Tommyâs low moans of pleasure reverberating through the quiet evening. Joel smirked to himself, he knew Tommy wouldnât be able to hold out for long. Not with your sweet little body there for the taking, calling out to him. Joel had to leave the cabin while Tommy waited for his turn, the urge to take you again was so strong but that wouldnât be fair to Tommy. He deserved his chance to fuck you.
Theyâd often discussed the possibility of finding a woman to keep them warm through the winter and even prepared for that eventuality, finding the extra bed and the restraints, but they had never found anyone suitable. But today while out on a final run to stock up before winter truly set in they had come across a rural health centre. They had high hopes it had been spared the brunt of the looting that had occurred in the 3 years since the outbreak due to its isolated location. Inside they had not only found a wealth of medical supplies but you and your father, him slumped against a wall with a prominent bite to his neck next to the dead clicker who had inflicted it. You had wept as your father begged Joel and Tommy to take care of you, to kill him so you didnât have to be the one to do it. Tommy had ushered you out of the room while Joel had put your father out of his misery, promising that theyâd take good care of you.
It was like all their prayers had been answered, an angel sent to them from the heavens. They couldnât believe their luck at how fucking perfect you were for them. And the stash of birth control theyâd found at the centre was the icing on the cake. No need to worry about hastily pulling out or accidental additions to their group, they could dump their cum in you to their hearts content.
Joel finished skinning the rabbit and got up to go inside. The pace of the thuds and squeaking had increased significantly since they first started wafting out to Joelâs ears. When he entered the cabin Tommy was on top of you, your legs bent and splayed wide around Tommyâs arms which were planted firmly on the mattress by your waist. His hips pumped into yours in a quick steady rhythm and you jolted with each contact, still passed out and blissfully unaware of your violation.
âSheâs fuckinâ perfect Joel, best fuckinâ pussy Iâve ever had,â he panted out, breathless from the exertion.
âI know, sheâs somethinâ else alright. Takes cock real good. Itâs going to be a good winter brother,â Joel replied, starting to fillet up the rabbit for dinner.
Tommy increased his pace again, nearing the end of his stamina, your pussy so tight around him he felt like he was in heaven.
âThatâs it baby, just like that, fuck yeah! Gona take my cum like a good girl, Jesus, fuck!â He slammed into you one final time, spilling inside you.
âAhhhhh, so fuckinâ good,â he moaned in a state of bliss. He stayed inside you, rocking gently while the aftershocks ran through him. When he was finally done, he pulled out and admired the mess heâd made of you.
âBeen too long since I got to cum inside a pussy, forgot how good it feels,â Tommy said as he got off the bed and wandered over to the bathroom, scratching his balls.
âYouâre telling me. We hit the jackpot with that medical centre. Speaking of which, whereâd you put the plan B, better get one ready for when she wakes up,â Joel replied getting up to wash his hands.
âDuffle bag in the closet, Iâm gona jump in the shower.â
Joel retrieved the bag from the closet and fished out a box of plan B, leaving it on the table for later. Then he checked you were secure, the long chain padlocked to the metal bedframe at one end and the O ring of the steel collar around your neck at the other, the collar itself locked at the side, a key stashed safely in each of your captors bedrooms.
Satisfied you werenât going anywhere Joel stripped himself down and got back on top you, dropping his head to give one of your nipples a hard suck before pulling off with a pop.
âWhat do you think baby, got time for one more round before you wake up hmm?â
You released a small little whimper as he swiped the head of his cock over your clit.
âYeah I think so too baby,â he grinned as he pushed himself back inside you.
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